My contribution to Blow Job Friday Week and the last Blow Job Friday (for a while) is a little ficlet for, and inspired by the wonderful melagan  who started a post last Friday with a prompt paragraph (see here).  She gives the best prompts, and has a labcoat fetish I fear, not that there's anything wrong with that!

Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rated:  Extremely NC-17
Disclaimer:  Not mine, because if they were you'd never see or hear from them again.
Word Count:  2169
Beta:  None, so all mistakes are my own.
Summary:  John was going to win this round even if it meant playing dirty...

John was going to win this round even if it meant playing dirty and this was his last chance.  The "competition" had been a good way to relieve the boredom from the SGC imposed hiatus on gate scouting and other "heavy lifting" missions, but the orders had come with the afternoon databurst - this was the last Friday before the team's missions rosters were slated to start up again in full swing, and that made it imperative for John to pull out all the stops.

 

On his way to this week's designated place, he chewed down a couple of Altoids, just before mentally nudging Rodney's door.

"Hey, Rodney, I've got a little surprise for--" John pulled up short, his mind went a little hazy, because--

goddamn, McKay was wearing his labcoat- and nothing else!

Unbuttoned!

As Rodney moved, bits and flashes of his skin showed through the coat; creamy, warm skin, flushed and teasing skin, Rodney's skin, all right there just waiting for him. Well, fuck.

 

"Well," Rodney asked, "you coming in or what?"

When the door closed behind him, John was left standing, hands on his hips, gaping.  Wasn't it just like McKay to do something like this, especially when John had carefully planned his assault - a quick, dirty, mind-blowing blowjob?  Now all he wanted to do was throw Rodney down and take his time, touching, perusing, licking over all that skin, working all the places that drove him crazy – because a lust-crazed Rodney was the best kind of Rodney to have.

He came over and slid his arms through John's, circling them around his waist and leaned in to kiss him.  John pulled back.

"What?" Rodney asked.  He leaned in again, and this time John met him head on, to hell with the surprise, because Rodney was all naked underneath that coat, he could feel his body heat and the scent of his skin was particularly arousing.  Groping the heavy material, he cupped Rodney's ass and when Rodney's tongue brushed across his lower lip, he opened up to suck it inside.

Rodney immediately pushed him away. "Cheater!" Rodney exclaimed.

John put on his best innocent cherub look and tried to pull Rodney back in.

"Breath mints? Oh come on, are you that desperate? I mean I realize you're a bit behind in this little competition, but—"

"C'mon, Rodney, you'll like it," John licked a long stripe from the hollow of Rodney's neck to a spot just below his ear.  That ought to shut him up.  Rodney sighed.

"Mmm, you got any more?" Rodney asked, pushing John toward the bed.

 

John smiled and pulled a small tin from his pocket, holding it just out of Rodney's reach.

 

"Oh for- what are you five?  Give me those."

 

"I don't think so; this was my surprise after all."  John held the tin behind his back, switching hands, which, because his arms were longer, had the serendipitous effect of making Rodney lunge forward - bumping against him in a most delightful way.  Finally, Rodney stopped his flailing, a smile slowly spreading across his face.

 

"You know, that surprise factor works both ways.  I mean, you don't want me to have all the fun, right?"

 

John's hands stilled in mid-switch.  Hmm, a choice - besting Rodney or being on the receiving end of a "lust-crazed Rodney" mind-blowing blowjob?

 

John relented.

 

Rodney took out a few of the mints before tossing the tin over onto his desk.  John pulled him close, running his hands over the contours of his body, over the starched cotton material.

 

"It's the coat, isn't it?" Rodney asked, nibbling on John's ear.

 

"What?"

 

"The coat- the labcoat.  That's why you were just standing there before, drooling."

 

"I was not drooling," John said a little less forceful than he'd intended.

 

"Liar," Rodney whispered, then ran his tongue along the outside of John's ear.

 

"Well, maybe- that and the fact that you're all naked underneath it." 

 

Rodney snorted into John's neck.  "You've got a labcoat fetish?" 

 

"No- I don't know- it's just- that stiff material- white and crisp, and they look really good on naked astrophysicists."  John nosed the collar of the coat out of the way so he could lick the little curve where Rodney's neck and shoulder met.

 

Rodney chuckled.  "I bet you say that to all the astrophysicists you meet."

 

"Nope, just the naked ones," John breathed, turning, seeking out Rodney's mouth.  Damn, he loved that mouth; and their banter always got him hot – it was like foreplay.  Sometimes, just the sound of Rodney's voice could get him hard.  The kiss quickly skated out of control and, squeezing Rodney hard, John rocked his hips into him.

 

Rodney broke for air.  "Jesus, you're still dressed you know.  Rough denim," he pointed down to John's jeans, "can be particularly... deflating."

 

John barked out a laugh, but loosened his grip.  "Here, let's get you out of these," Rodney offered, undoing John's pants and shoving them down over his hips.

 

When John had also removed his boots, per Rodney's orders, Rodney knelt in front of him and dragged John's jeans and boxers to his ankles, where John kicked them off before pulling his tee shirt over his head.

 

Rodney stood up and began to shuck off the labcoat.

 

"Hey, what're you doing?" John asked.

 

"Don't worry, you'll like it."  Did Rodney just wink at him?

 

"Like what?"

 

"You'll see," Rodney said running his hand up the center of John's chest.  He stepped around behind John and held the coat so John could slip his arms inside.

 

"Rodney-?"

 

"Shh," Rodney murmured in his ear, "just work with me here, okay?"

 

Back in front of him, Rodney buttoned the coat from the top down.  John wasn't sure what was going on, but the coat still held some of Rodney's body heat and the warmth settled in against his skin, followed by Rodney's scent - John inhaled deeply - his cock twitched.

 

"Rodney, I don't get it.  Are you supposed to be covering me up?"

 

Rodney was on his knees, buttoning the last button and smiling up at John.  Going back to the third button from the bottom, he slowly undid it, reached inside and came out with John's hard cock in his hand.

 

"Oh," John said, "okay- that works."  Rodney tugged on his dick a few times, "Nngghh, yeah, that definitely works."

 

Hooking his hands behind John's knees, Rodney began to lick up and down over the smooth shaft, his tongue teasing the slit, teeth scraping lightly over the head.  John clenched his fists and tightened his ass muscles; it was all he could do not to thrust into Rodney's mouth – damn, his tongue felt good.  John's dick looked free-floating and surreal, jutting out from the starkness of the coat; and the sight of it disappearing and reappearing as Rodney worked up and down around him was so damn hot.

 

Rodney pushed him, knee-walking him back over to the edge of the bed.  When John collapsed on top of it, Rodney spread John's legs and ducked underneath the coat.  John started at the sudden touch of a tongue playing over his balls, and groaned as Rodney dipped down to lick the space just behind them.

 

"Rodneeey--," John's voice was like tumbling gravel.

 

Rodney pulled at his hips, saying something, but it was muffled.

 

"I said, scoot up," and even from underneath the coat, John could hear the need in Rodney's voice.  He wriggled his hips down further toward the edge of the bed, heart pounding in anticipation.

 

Rodney pushed John's legs back and held them there - Rodney's lips brushed lightly over the back of his thighs, then nothing, just Rodney's breath warming his privates.  He shifted his ass trying to make Rodney do something.  He couldn't be sure, but he thought he heard crunching.  He was still trying to work it out when suddenly, Rodney licked across his balls again and he realized the crunching had been Rodney scarfing the Altoids.

 

"Fuck, Rodney- who's cheating now?"

 

Rodney took care working the fleshy orbs into his mouth one by one - the sensation left behind took John's breath, and when Rodney blew over them, John wrenched up fistfuls of blanket.

 

Without letting up, Rodney raked his tongue over John's puckered opening--

 

"Jesus fuck, Rodney--"

 

--licking long stripes from the slick hole back up to John's balls, and he was in danger of coming right then and there, because swipe after swipe across his ass left the skin there thrumming, anticipating the next pass, causing him to clench his muscles, painfully aware that his dick needed attention. 

He looked down the coat.  There it was - the only thing visible in a sea of white - standing at full attention, aching to be touched.  He reached for it.

 

"Don't you dare," came Rodney's muffled voice.

 

"But Rodney, I need--"

 

Rodney was licking his ass again, and John wasn't sure he was capable of forming a coherent sentence any longer; the prickling sensation left by the mints was quickly undoing him.  He watched as Rodney's hand appeared from beneath the coat, undid the buttons leading to his cock, then circled his dick and started to stroke him at the same time Rodney pushed the tip of his tongue inside, and the sound John made was almost unrecognizable as human.  And that's all it took--

 

--Rodney fucking him with his tongue and jerking him off.

 

His eyes squeezed shut - John came so hard and so fast he was incapable of making a sound - so quiet he could hear the sound of his release falling onto the starched, crisp surface of the labcoat.

 

He was vaguely aware of Rodney lowering his legs, which he couldn't really feel anyway, and peering up through his orgasmic haze, he saw Rodney standing between them fisting his own cock.  He wanted that cock in his mouth, now, but Rodney was gesturing with his other hand - something John finally interpreted as <i>move up</i>, which he did, awkwardly backing up the bed and stuffing the pillow behind his head.  Then, Rodney was climbing him, straddling his lanky frame until he was leaning over him, inches from his face.  One hand braced against the wall, he rubbed his cock over John's parted lips with the other, and Jesus, he thought he might just get hard again.

 

"Suck me," Rodney whispered, his words a shiver through John as he opened up for Rodney, straining to fill his mouth as much as he could.  He wriggled his arms free to clutch Rodney's hips, to guide him as he slowly thrust in and out, and oh.... there was nothing better than Rodney fucking his mouth.  As long as he could control the thrust, he eagerly welcomed the tickle of Rodney's cock against the back of his throat.

 

"Oh God, John, so- fucking- close."

 

John began to stroke him then, using his tongue only to flick and tease.  Rodney's breathing, and the sounds that weren't really words, were John's cue--

 

he quickened his strokes - faster, shorter.  "The coat, Rodney," John gasped, "on the coat--"

 

Rodney pulled back and just like that, John was trying to direct the jets of come over the labcoat, errant spurts catching his chin and neck.  Rodney collapsed over him bracing on his arms as John licked him clean, holding onto him through the aftershocks--

 

--until it became uncomfortable. 

 

"Rodney, you can get off me anytime, you know."

 

"Yes, yes- just give me a minute," Rodney said - finally lifting himself off John and nudging him over so he could lie down.

 

"Damn, Rodney," John turned and threw a leg over Rodney's hip – Rodney was apparently not at all phased at having a come-soaked, scratchy labcoat pressed up against him.

 

"So, I won - right?" Rodney asked as he stroked John's thigh.

 

"You cheated," he said into Rodney's shoulder.

 

"Well, you cheated first, or were going to cheat first - in fact-"

 

"Okay, okay," John sighed, "You won, but you just wait 'til next time."

 

"This was the last time, competition's over.  I won," Rodney said smugly.

 

"So, that means you aren't going to blow me anymore?" John asked stifling a yawn.

 

"No, well, not in competition anyway.  It was fun, though, huh?"

 

"Well, I guess so, for you, since you've declared yourself the winner," John said, but quickly added, "yeah, it was fun," when Rodney bristled.

 

John leaned down and kissed him before burrowing in against his neck.  Their kisses were always slow and sweet after sex, lips barely touching, the perfect end.

 

"Hey," Rodney nudged John with his chin, trying to keep the spiky hair from tickling his nose.  "Remind me to tell Elizabeth to make Altoids a standard requisition item."

 

"M'yeah," John yawned, "and new labcoats."