Four down and look it's John/Rodney. Written for wordclaim50

Title: Of Subconscious Thought
Author: Clockstopper
Fandom and Pairing: SGA John/Rodney
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Cliché
Warnings: None really
Notes: This is my take on the whole 'aliens made them do it' cliché because it was bound to happen for this prompt.
Summary: “Did you tell them that we have hot sweaty sex almost every night.”

“No, I left that part out.”



John’s not thinking about the hundred or so aliens watching him have sex right now.

He’s not thinking about how badly he’d like to punch Rodney, who he just happens to be having sex with, or buy Rodney a fucking clue. He’s not thinking about the pretty little scientist that has been infatuated with Rodney since they set foot on PX3-4M8. Doesn’t think about how said scientist was all over Rodney and Rodney didn’t even get it.

Doesn’t think about all the useless glares he and Ronon sent the guy because he didn’t get it either and just kept on fawning over Rodney. Doesn’t think about all the other useless glares he sent Rodney because Rodney kept going on and on about how the guy was a genius amongst a bunch of idiots.

Doesn’t think about how Ronon threatened to shoot the guy if he got to close to Rodney and how John thought about it just a little bit too long before he told Ronon no. He doesn’t think about the weeks Rodney spent going back and forth to PX3-4M8 to help them with their scientific projects.

Doesn’t think about getting the radio transmission from the Grelings, who were all severely pissed off that Rodney was trying to shirk his duties. Doesn’t want to think about how he let out a weird strangled growl when he heard the Grelings thought it would be a great idea if Rodney got married to the scientist that John had considered shooting.

Doesn’t think about how Ronon wanted to go in and shoot everybody, because that’s what Ronon’s solution is to most problems. Doesn’t think about how Elizabeth thought a more diplomatic solution was in order and spent hours trying to reason with them and find a loophole that wouldn’t end in unfriendly relationship for the rest of their time in the Pegasus Galaxy.

Doesn’t think about how he laughed in Elizabeth’s face when she told him that they needed to present evidence that Rodney was already in a deep and meaningful relationship.

“Are you serious?”

“That’s what they want John.”

“But… how does that even make sense.”

“Apparently to them, if Rodney was in a relationship, it would explain why he would be… oblivious to his responsibilities.”

“Did you try telling them that he’s just an ass?”

John doesn’t think about how Elizabeth had glared at him when he said that and how she all but ordered him to get their Head Scientist back no matter how much of an ass he was. He doesn’t think about how he went through the wormhole, no plan in sight except for the obvious one, his P90 in hand.

Doesn’t think about the hours he spent trying to convince them that yes, he and Rodney were in a relationship and how he had tried really, really hard to convince them that it was deep and meaningful.

“They’re not convinced.”

“Gee, you think.”

“Did you tell them that we have hot sweaty sex almost every night.”

“No, I left that part out.”

“Well tell them.”

“I did. They didn’t buy it.”

“Well it’s not like it’s a stretch.”

“No of course not. I don’t know why they wouldn’t think we were in a deep and meaningful relationship. I mean because we act so much like the Cleavers.”

“Oh now you’re being deliberately sarcastic.”

“What clued you in?”

“Stop being stupid and get me out of here.”

John doesn’t think about the way Rodney’s voice sounds so desperate and how his eyes matched his voice. Doesn’t think about the way Rodney’s clenched at his jacket like the thought of staying with the Grelings now for any prolonged period of time was the most horrific thing he’d ever heard of.

Doesn’t think about how he grabbed Rodney and kissed him, no hesitation and he doesn’t think about how that doesn’t bother him at all. Doesn’t think about how it’s probably the best kiss he’s ever experienced in his life.

“There, that convince you.”

John doesn’t think about the way the ‘Elders’ eyes lit up when he said that.

“Oh… fuck.”

What John is thinking about is the way Rodney moves under him and the way his hands grab at John’s shoulder’s and back. Thinks about the way Rodney’s making those noises that John’s pretty sure he could come from alone.

Because they’ve done this before, sans audience of course and maybe they don’t have a ‘deep and meaningful’ relationship, but damn it what they have is theirs.

But he doesn’t think about that. Just focuses on the way Rodney meets his thrusts and the way he pants his name. The way their skin slides against each other and how smooth Rodney feels underneath him.

Focuses on fucking Rodney, deep hard thrusts and he knows by the noises that Rodney’s making that he’s hitting Rodney’s prostate with every thrust. Focuses on his hand on Rodney’s cock and how he’s stroking, pulling Rodney’s orgasm out of him.

When Rodney comes all over his hand, hoarse shout emitting from Rodney’s mouth and John leans down to kiss him to keep him from shouting and John looses all the control he has, Rodney heels digging deep into his back as he rides out his orgasm.

“You’re never going near native aliens again.” John says long minutes after the afterglow wore off and the Grelings allowed them the privacy of getting dressed without their watchful eyes.

John doesn’t even remember if they bought it or not, but he’s going to guess they did by the way the pretty little scientist was looking both lustful and sad.

“I was just trying to be nice. I didn’t know he thought I was proposing marriage.” Rodney grumbles as he pulls on his shirt.

He’s already got his pants on and he looks decidedly fucked if John wants to be honest with himself.

“You’re still not going anywhere near the native aliens. Ronon will shield you from them. I’ll order it.”

“Oh please. That would be counterproductive. And isn’t Ronon a native alien.”

“Don’t argue with me on this one Rodney. I don’t want a repeat of this all over the fucking Pegasus Galaxy.”

“Like you didn’t find it hot.”

John doesn’t want to think about how much he didn’t find it hot. How much he wanted to shoot the ‘Elders’ for even suggesting it because he’s been having sex with Rodney for a little over a year and the thought of having to do it in front of people made his blood boil.

Doesn’t want to think about it because it makes him seem like he might be a little bit possessive.

He doesn’t tell Rodney that though, just advances on him, shirt in hand and he pushes Rodney back against the stone the Grelings had them fuck on and he’s pretty sure Rodney will be complaining about back pain soon.

Trails his fingers up Rodney’s arm and watches as he shivers at the touch, eyes getting a little hazy and John wants to do the whole thing over again, but in a bed and away from crazy aliens that Rodney is never going to see again.

“I didn’t.” John whispers against Rodney’s lips.

John watches as Rodney shivers again, lips brushing against John’s and John has to stop himself from pushing against Rodney because they have to get back to Atlantis.

“So… no more talking to the natives.” Rodney says.

“At least for a little while.”

“Is it okay if I tell you that this whole possessive, jealous, streak is really quite hot.”

“You could say that.”

“How about I really hope we can do a repeat performance without all the pervy aliens.”

“Oh I’d definitely say you’re in for a repeat performance. Possibly two.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” Rodney says, smile widening on his face.

John tries not to think about how that smile makes him feel all warm inside, but he fails.

FIN


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