*** Two hours later Rodney reemerged from John’s office.
“Rodney, lad, are ye all right?” Rodney looked over at John’s secretary Carson. Being good friends with Carson, Rodney always thought the position was beneath the man, but the Scotsman loved his job as it allowed him his mother hen tendencies.
“I’m fine, Carson. Why do you ask?”
“I’m just concerned. I don’t know why he’s been ridin’ ye so hard lately, lad; you’re always about to fall right over when ye come outta there.” Rodney coughed a little sharply.
“No, no, it’s my job isn’t it? Have to, er, keep the ball rolling, as it were. Speaking of, I’ve got to go finish working on that treaty. Later, Carson.”
“Bye, Rodney.” Carson’s worried gaze followed him out the room. *** One o’clock rolled around and it was no surprise to Rodney that he was still there. He rolled his shoulders, trying to get rid of some of the stiffness. Picking up his coffee mug he spit the mouthful back out when he found it to be stone cold. Disgusted, he rose from his chair. He walked out into the common room to find that only the emergency lights were on. Everyone else had gone home for the night. It was then he noticed that the light was shining through the crack of John’s door. Rodney’s pulse started to flutter. They had the place to themselves and he hadn’t seen John in almost seven hours. Placing down his coffee cup he briskly walked over to John’s door and opened it without knocking. The soft lamp light cast John’s features into shadows, making his skin look like porcelain. Rodney ignored Ronon, John’s bodyguard, who was lounging on the couch. Ronon had seen too much of the two together for Rodney to give a fig anymore.
Rodney was surprised to see that John was actually doing work and he hesitated. Far be it from him to interrupt when work was actually getting done. And then John looked up and the hesitation was erased.
“Hey, Rodney.”
“Hey. You got a minute? There’s something I want to show you.” John raised an eyebrow, that skeptical yet anticipatory look coming to his features.
“Anything for you, buddy.” Rodney gave a quick smirk as he felt the pleasant tingle run down his spine. He’d been looking forward to this for a while.
“Come on then.”
Rodney led John down the corridors of the White House, Ronon following a discrete distance. Finally they reached the press room where at any other time of day they’d be in front of the international press. Rodney felt his breath quicken just at the thought and turned to face John whose eyes had started to turn to liquid fire.
Eyes never leaving John’s face he said, “Ronon would you wait outside? Thank you.” With a smirk Ronon shut the door behind him.
Rodney slowly closed the space, John watching him the whole time, relaxed yet alert. Rodney leaned in and nipped at his lips, sucking on John’s pouty lower one, loving the quick catch of breath. John’s hands stayed by his side and Rodney loved the feel of power that rushed through him, knowing John was letting him lead. Rodney wrapped his arms around John’s neck. When John’s came to rest around his waist he led them back towards the podium, never letting up the kiss. Gently pushing John up against the podium he whispered, “Let me.”
Rodney nipped his way across John’s jaw over to his earlobe and earned a quiet gasp for his efforts. He slowly worked his way down, mouth following the path of his hands. When one nipple was exposed he latched on to it like it was his last hope and John gave a louder moan and slight buck. Rodney played with the nipple, teasing it to a point, rolling it around with his tongue, pulling it until it became a hard pebble in his mouth. Then he moved onto the other one. Moans were steadily streaming from John’s mouth now, and a “Rodney” escaped once or twice. Hands pushed on his head as Rodney slowly slid his way lower, mouthing over ribs, tongue plunging into John’s bellybutton in a parody of what was to come.
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Two hours later Rodney reemerged from John’s office.
“Rodney, lad, are ye all right?” Rodney looked over at John’s secretary Carson. Being good friends with Carson, Rodney always thought the position was beneath the man, but the Scotsman loved his job as it allowed him his mother hen tendencies.
“I’m fine, Carson. Why do you ask?”
“I’m just concerned. I don’t know why he’s been ridin’ ye so hard lately, lad; you’re always about to fall right over when ye come outta there.” Rodney coughed a little sharply.
“No, no, it’s my job isn’t it? Have to, er, keep the ball rolling, as it were. Speaking of, I’ve got to go finish working on that treaty. Later, Carson.”
“Bye, Rodney.” Carson’s worried gaze followed him out the room.
***
One o’clock rolled around and it was no surprise to Rodney that he was still there. He rolled his shoulders, trying to get rid of some of the stiffness. Picking up his coffee mug he spit the mouthful back out when he found it to be stone cold. Disgusted, he rose from his chair. He walked out into the common room to find that only the emergency lights were on. Everyone else had gone home for the night. It was then he noticed that the light was shining through the crack of John’s door. Rodney’s pulse started to flutter. They had the place to themselves and he hadn’t seen John in almost seven hours. Placing down his coffee cup he briskly walked over to John’s door and opened it without knocking. The soft lamp light cast John’s features into shadows, making his skin look like porcelain. Rodney ignored Ronon, John’s bodyguard, who was lounging on the couch. Ronon had seen too much of the two together for Rodney to give a fig anymore.
Rodney was surprised to see that John was actually doing work and he hesitated. Far be it from him to interrupt when work was actually getting done. And then John looked up and the hesitation was erased.
“Hey, Rodney.”
“Hey. You got a minute? There’s something I want to show you.” John raised an eyebrow, that skeptical yet anticipatory look coming to his features.
“Anything for you, buddy.” Rodney gave a quick smirk as he felt the pleasant tingle run down his spine. He’d been looking forward to this for a while.
“Come on then.”
Rodney led John down the corridors of the White House, Ronon following a discrete distance. Finally they reached the press room where at any other time of day they’d be in front of the international press. Rodney felt his breath quicken just at the thought and turned to face John whose eyes had started to turn to liquid fire.
Eyes never leaving John’s face he said, “Ronon would you wait outside? Thank you.” With a smirk Ronon shut the door behind him.
Rodney slowly closed the space, John watching him the whole time, relaxed yet alert. Rodney leaned in and nipped at his lips, sucking on John’s pouty lower one, loving the quick catch of breath. John’s hands stayed by his side and Rodney loved the feel of power that rushed through him, knowing John was letting him lead. Rodney wrapped his arms around John’s neck. When John’s came to rest around his waist he led them back towards the podium, never letting up the kiss. Gently pushing John up against the podium he whispered, “Let me.”
Rodney nipped his way across John’s jaw over to his earlobe and earned a quiet gasp for his efforts. He slowly worked his way down, mouth following the path of his hands. When one nipple was exposed he latched on to it like it was his last hope and John gave a louder moan and slight buck. Rodney played with the nipple, teasing it to a point, rolling it around with his tongue, pulling it until it became a hard pebble in his mouth. Then he moved onto the other one. Moans were steadily streaming from John’s mouth now, and a “Rodney” escaped once or twice. Hands pushed on his head as Rodney slowly slid his way lower, mouthing over ribs, tongue plunging into John’s bellybutton in a parody of what was to come.