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Author name: Icarus
Author email: firstname.lastname@example.org
Warnings: Partner betrayal and evil solutions.
Pairing: John/Rodney, John/Lorne
Summary: Rodney has an evil solution to infidelity.
DISCLAIMER: The characters and universe contained in this story are Copyright MGM, Showtime, Gekko, Double Secret. No infringement on their copyright is implied. Copyright © 2007 All rights reserved. This story may not be reproduced in whole or part without the author's explicit permission. Ask, guys. I'm easy to reach and usually quite generous.
Author notes: Written for the porn battle, and unbeta'd. Prompts: blowjob, kink, camera. I blame Lim's I Am/Lamb (currently on perpetual rotation) and Johnny Cash's "Mercy Chair" for the angst. It got me thinking about guilt.
He was straight-laced, Lorne was. Choirboy clean. Which made it all the more… intense… when John ran his thumb along Lorne’s lower lip and stared as Major Evan Lorne, his eyes half-open, hesitantly sucked John’s finger into his mouth, awkward and careful. Slow, like a promise. Watching as his breathing turned shallow. The munitions supply room was dark and smelled like cordite.
John rocked forward against Lorne’s stomach. Oh yeah, he’d better make good on that promise. He calculated whether they could get their shirts off, or if they should just go straight for the zippers. Lorne felt good, solid, muscular and warm, damp with sweat where John’s other hand roamed… down the curve of his biceps, across his back. Then Lorne solved the lingering question by easing to his knees.
John’s groan was almost a laugh, because everything about Lorne said nervous beginner, but, man. His head tipped back and he hit the wall, hard, hands buried in Lorne’s t-shirt, dragging it up, both hands now digging into the flex of his shoulders, sliding up into his hair. John licked his lips as Lorne’s rough tongue ran up his dick, stronger and less skilled than John was used to. He chewed his lower lip and tried to smother gasps he couldn’t quite contain.
The video image froze.
"That’s about all I can take," Rodney snapped. "Although the come shot’s better than most porn. You arch your back just so."
Sitting on Rodney’s bed, John's face was buried in his hands. He’d only needed the first scene to know what it was. But the soundtrack alone was bad enough.
"Just one question," Rodney said in a clipped, matter-of-fact tone that registered somewhere between smugness, anger, and morbid curiosity. "Was it worth it?"
John’s eyelashes fluttered, eyes still shut tight as he contemplated an answer to that. He’d always been honest with Rodney even if he’d left off a few incriminating details. Buying time, he looked up and squinted at Rodney, asking, "Do you mean then? Or now?"
"Both." Rodney’s eyes were as hard as diamonds.
John swallowed and gave him the truth, in order. "Then yes, and then no."
"Hmm," Rodney said, meditative.
Rodney would never forgive him. He'd totally blown it. Yet was a relief somehow to be caught. He would have had less respect for Rodney otherwise, among other things. The silence was oppressive.
"I guess… we’re done then," John said breathlessly, the bottom falling out, freefall.
"Oh, no." John’s eyes flew open in surprise. Rodney’s slanted smile was both fond and cruel, his expression self-satisfied. "You’re not getting off that easily."
Rodney tugged at John’s belt, jerking his zipper down, and John’s lips parted in confusion – then he blinked as Rodney started stroking him, slow and steady. A goodbye fuck? Weirder things had happened to John, but this didn’t feel right somehow. Then Rodney leaned forward, breathing in his ear and John wished that all break-ups were this good, even though he hated it too, because it was the last time and he had no idea how to talk himself out of this one.
"Rodney…" John said in a raspy voice, and started to draw away, say something to fix it, mend fences maybe.
"Shhh…" Rodney murmured softly. His lips traced down the line of John’s collar, nuzzling his neck, which was really not playing fair. Rodney knew all his buttons.
John had lifted his chin when Rodney had dropped both hands around his cock, and John pressed forward. There was no warning. Something cold and metallic encircled his cock and suddenly closed with a hydraulic hiss. John jolted back away from Rodney.
"What the fuck?"
A play of green and yellow lights blinked on a thin band of bluish metal around John’s dick.
"And that," Rodney said, brushing his hands together, "should solve that." His smirk brimmed with satisfaction.
"What?" Glowering, John tugged at it. It didn’t budge so much as an inch up or down. "Rodney… this had better not be what I think it is." He glanced up, eyes narrowing dangerously.
"Oh, it’s better, I promise you." Rodney beamed.
"And it had better not be Ancient technology!" John stood, holding his cock which was still hard.
"Mmm… well, more of a hybrid, really." His fingers fluttered in a casual dismissive wave. "You see, I require faithfulness, and if you can’t manage it here," he tapped John’s temple and John ducked back, scowling, "then I have to find another way to control your raging teenage hormones."
"I’m a grown man—and get this thing off me!" John pried at it, trying to find a nonexistent seam. The lights just twinkled and blinked, flickering faster now, which made him a little nervous come to think of it. Who knew what Ancient technology could do? He stared at Rodney, eyes wide with growing alarm.
"Yes, yes, you are, which makes it all the more puzzling. I’ve never had a problem myself … well, mostly not anyway."
He gave another another vague hand wave. "I asked Beckett to check your testosterone levels to see if they weren’t perhaps obscenely high but he was singularly unhelpful—patient confidentiality, my ass. Fortunately Radek was of more use, technologically speaking. Oh—" Rodney interrupted himself with a snap, turning to John, bright-eyed. "You’ll have to tell me when you need to pee."
"I, what?" John’s voice dipped low. He stepped closer, with his tightest, most unfriendly smile. "Have you considered the possibility that I might just kill you with my bare hands?"
Rodney shrank away, then opened his mouth and shut it again. "Um, that’s not a good idea while I still have that little bit of video evidence."
"Only if you kill me!" Rodney assured him. "In which case, I think I’d be due a little vindictiveness, thank you very much. But I’m only trying to help you out here!"
That brought John up short.
Rodney stabbed a finger at the grainy picture on the laptop. "That would make great porn if you didn’t look so miserable!"