Title: Rapture in Pink
Pairing: McShep
Rating: NC-17
Summary: John, after being with Rodney for a few months, let's him in on a secret.
Disclaimer: Ninja, please.
A/N: Ok, this story...I don't know where the last half of this story came from. I NEVER intended for John to do what he did. But there you go. MUCH thanks to the_cephalopod for the beta and helping me fix things. All awesomeness belongs to her. :)

Written for kink_bingo, the Crossdressing tile. So, for a warning there's, y'know, crossdressing involved.



Rodney was pretty happy with how things were going with Sheppard. They'd been doing this for three months and had gotten past the awkward mornings after and the strained silences that had plagued them in the beginning. They knew one another, were easy with one another. However, they were still learning what the other liked.

Rodney wasn't sure why he always ended up on the bottom; he liked it, but he actually preferred to top. John seemed to enjoy topping well enough, but there was something about the way he acted that made Rodney think he might really prefer a role-reversal. But when Rodney had suggested it, John had demurred, so Rodney hadn't pushed.

Then one night, when Rodney was on his hands and knees with John's cock heavy and hard between his thighs, John hesitated.

"Come on, already," Rodney said, but John was strangely silent. Rodney sighed and rocked his hips, squeezing his thighs around John's erection, satisfied by John's breathless gasp.

"Can I...try," John said haltingly and Rodney got suspicious. John was generally pretty forthright in bed. This tentativeness was something new.

But Rodney was ready now. He didn't want to mince words.

"What, Sheppard?" he snapped.

"There's something I want to... I don't know if you..." John stumbled again.

"Does it involve pain in any way, exhibitionism, or coprophagia?"

"Uh, no," John said. "And, ew."

"My sentiments exactly," Rodney said, getting more impatient. "So, what?"

"Oh." John sounded all tentative again and Rodney was about to give up on patience and tell John to just fuck him already when John pressed his lips against Rodney's shoulder. "I just... I want to touch you... with... through something..."

"Like fabric?" Rodney guessed, incredulous. "You're so freaked out about some, what? Silk? Satin?"

"Satin," John said, sounding a little choked. "So, it's okay?"

"Jesus, yes, Sheppard. Just get it, already."

When John got back onto the bed, Rodney sucked in a breath at the first cool touch of satin on his chest. He shuddered when John pushed into him with one hand tight on Rodney's hip and the other splayed against his chest, rubbing his nipples through the slick fabric.

"Fuck," Rodney said as John thrust into him repeatedly. It felt good, like it always did, but the heat of John's hand under the soft slide of satin was more exciting than he ever would have thought. So, Rodney pressed his face into the pillow and let John's hand wander wherever it wanted, without issuing his usual bossy directions.

"God, Rodney. God, yes," John groaned when he finally came.

~~~~~~~~

The next time they were in bed, already naked, hard and ready, John pulled back.

"What is it now?" Rodney snapped. "You want the fabric again? Fine. I just hope you don't have to go back to your quarters for it." Rodney wasn't about to admit that he hadn't been able to get the memory of the way the fabric had felt moving over his skin out of his mind.

"It's... it's more than just fabric, Rodney," John managed to finally get out.

Rodney's brain heard and understood, but his mind refused to process. "What do you mean it's more than just fabric?"

John looked at him for a moment before slinking off the bed to the bag he'd brought.

"Sheppard, I would really like to have sex here sometime tonight," Rodney said, but he was afraid of what John was digging in his bag for, afraid that he might want it no matter what it was. Even if it was what his brain had already told him it was.

"It's just about the feel," John said, sounding slightly defensive. "Not about, y'know, anything, whatever."

"What?" Rodney said.

John turned around, something dark pink and black crushed between his hands. He looked down at it and then at Rodney. "It's just about the feel," he said again, his voice holding a vaguely pleading quality now, alongside the defensiveness.

Rodney took a deep breath which he exhaled slowly as he looked at the fabric bunched between Sheppard's hands. There was no denying what it was; it was pink for Christ's sake. Part of Rodney wanted to tell John to put it away and say that they'd just forget this whole little interlude, but he found that he couldn't. He wanted Sheppard to drape it over his hand and run it up Rodney's thigh. What killed him was that had anyone in his past even suggested he'd crave this, he would have laughed himself to tears. But Sheppard had tricked him into wanting it, had made him want it before he even knew exactly what it was that he was wanting. That couldn't be fair.

But John was looking so anxious, standing there with his little unmanly pink bundle, and Rodney could still feel the slick caress of it over his skin, so he nodded and said, "Yeah."

John exhaled roughly and came back to the bed, kneeling between Rodney's spread thighs.

"Lift your arms," he said, voice pitched low and gravelly, and Rodney obeyed before he'd even thought about it. All he heard as John slowly slid the chemise down his arms and over his shoulders was the sound of John's ragged breathing. "See?" John ventured, as Rodney lowered his arms and John's hands ran over his chest. "All about the feel."

Rodney looked away from John's face; away from the rapture and lust he saw as John took in the way the silky fabric settled over his body.


"It's nice," Rodney allowed, "the way it feels," and John pushed him back onto the bed with a kiss.

"Fuck," John murmured as his hand moved down Rodney's body, over the cool satin, watching its progress the whole way. "Jesus, Rodney. I gotta..."

He rolled Rodney onto his stomach and Rodney pushed himself up on to all fours. He was already slick and ready and John drove into him with one long, hard shove. Rodney collapsed forward with a groan, all the strength gone from his arms.

"Oh, my fuck, John," Rodney gasped, and John wrapped an arm around him, his hand pressing against Rodney's belly.

"So fucking good," John agreed, pulling almost all the way out before sinking in again.

Rodney made little choked off noises as John's hand wandered over his body. John's fingers slid leisurely over the smooth fabric, running down Rodney's back, over the curve of his hip and up his belly, making him shiver.

"Holy fuck, John. God. Just like that, please," Rodney groaned. John tightened his arm around him in response, pulling Rodney back into his lap.

Rodney sucked in a breath as he sank further down onto John's cock and then reached back to wrap his hand around John's neck.

"Okay. Okay, fuck. This is good. What do you want?"

John wrapped his fingers around Rodney's cock through the fabric and Rodney shuddered, grinding his hips down against John.

"Does that feel good, Rodney," John asked and in response Rodney lifted his hips, pulling himself off John's cock and up into John's hand before pushing back down with a deep, satisfied groan.

John's eyes fluttered shut. "Tell me, Rodney. I want to hear it."

"It feels," he said as he kept moving. "It feels fucking amazing. You're so hard and..." Rodney rested his hand on John's wrist, right above where John's hand was jerking him off through the lingerie. "I like how that feels. I like how your hand feels on me through the fabric."

"Yes, Rodney," John said as he bit and tongued the skin of Rodney's shoulder. Rodney's breath hitched as he kept riding John. It felt fantastic, all of it. John's cock deep inside him, the smooth glide of soft fabric over his skin, the way it felt, heated by John's skin and his own, wrapped around his cock. And then John's hand dipped lower to cup Rodney's balls.

"God!" Rodney cried and threw his head back against John's shoulder as John rubbed his sac through the lace trim of the negligee.

"Jerk yourself off, Rodney," John said, his voice still low and rough, and Rodney was helpless to resist. He left his hand resting on John's wrist, feeling the play of John's muscles under his skin, and wrapped his free hand around his satin covered erection.

"John," he said, voice strangled.

"Yeah, Rodney, that's it."

Rodney sped up, driving down onto John harder. John's fingers kept working the scratchy material of the lace trim over Rodney's balls while Rodney jerked himself hard and fast. He could hear John breathing hard, feel the hot gusts against his back, and then John said three little words that sent Rodney spinning out over the edge.

"So fucking pretty."

Rodney whimpered and came hard, his hips stuttering up into his hand, John's cock still hard and demanding inside him.

John squeezed Rodney's balls more tightly as he whispered, "Yes, Rodney, come for me. You feel so fucking..."

And then John stopped talking, bent Rodney back over onto all fours and drove into him, impaling him so hard that Rodney's knees slid forward on the sheets.

After John came, he collapsed onto Rodney and lay there for a long time, his fingers stroking the slick fabric against Rodney's side.

"Holy shit," Rodney said finally, his face mashed against the pillow.

"Oh," John said and pulled out of Rodney too fast, making them both hiss. "Here," he said after he'd recovered, sliding his fingers under the hem of the chemise but Rodney stayed stubbornly still, the lingerie pinned firmly between him and the bed.

"Maybe," Rodney said when John's movements staggered to a halt. "Maybe you don't have to, yet. Maybe I don't want you to."

John's fingers came out from under the hem of the chemise and ran back up Rodney's back. His only other response was a ragged exhalation.

"I've never," Rodney started, needing to talk about the fact that he'd just lost precious IQ points because of a mind blowing orgasm brought on by wearing women's underwear.

"It's not... I'm not..." John stuttered.

"It's a... what's this thing called?"

"I don't know." John stood abruptly. "You, uh... I... I've gotta go."

"Go?" Rodney said and turned his head to watch John hastily pull on his clothes.

"Yeah. There are... things."

"Things," Rodney repeated.

John looked up, his gaze traveling up Rodney's body before blinking rapidly several times and looking away.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Rodney," he said as he headed for the door.

Rodney stared at the door for a long time after it closed. "Bye, Sheppard."

~~~~~~~~~

It was a very long week. At first, Rodney had been pissed that John had taken off like he had, but, as the week wore on, Rodney realized that Sheppard was in the process of a mini-meltdown.

John wasn't exactly avoiding Rodney, but Rodney was pretty sure John was scrupulously avoiding being alone with him. The couple of times Rodney had almost caught him out, a slightly wild, deer-in-the-headlights look had lit Sheppard's eyes, so Rodney had backed off. He figured he'd let John get over whatever freakout was happening on his own. Rodney had already worked his way through his own freakout with his usual brutal efficiency and had mostly wrapped his head around the fact that he apparently enjoyed wearing women's lingere during sex.

But after another week dragged by without any kind of interaction with John, Rodney realized that Sheppard was clearly not able to approach the situation with a scientist's detached interest. Rodney decided he needed to let Sheppard know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that things were alright.

So that's why, when he summoned Sheppard to his quarters later that night under the admittedly lame pretense of some Ancient artifact, he was already dressed in the the dark pink chemise and nothing else, kneeling on his bed.

Sheppard came to an abrupt halt just inside the door and then stumbled a few more steps forward, looking over his shoulder as the door closed to make sure no one had seen.

"Jesus, McKay," he started, but Rodney ignored him and reached down to thumb the head of his erection, which was tenting the lingerie obscenely, darkening the fabric with precome.

John's gaze dropped immediately to where Rodney intended it to go and he wrapped his fingers around his cock, keeping his eyes on Sheppard.

"This is what you want, isn't it?" he asked.

John's gaze jerked up to Rodney's face and then around the quarters, as if he was expecting a sneak attack.

"It's just us, Sheppard," Rodney said and then let his eyes close to half mast as his hand moved leisurely over his cock. "John."

Rodney kept fisting himself while John just stood there and stared. Rodney opened his eyes fully again to watch John. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, lips moist and parted slightly, but his shoulders were tight and there were lines of tension etched around his eyes.

"John," Rodney said again. "It's alright. I never knew I liked this, but... I do. I just wish it was your hand on me through the fabric. I like wearing this for you. I want," Rodney tripped slightly over the words. This was the hardest part for him to wrap his head around. "I want to hear you to tell me I'm... that I'm pretty," he finally managed, feeling himself blush at the words.

"Fuck, Rodney," John said softly and took a few steps closer.

"It's okay, John. I want this. I want you. Both. I want..." Both, was what he was going to say, but John cut him off with a kiss.

"Oh my god," John said as he pushed Rodney back onto the bed. Rodney pressed the lube into John's hand so he wouldn't have to fumble for it later. "Jesus, Rodney. You're perfect."

"Well, you know, I am a genius," Rodney said, helping John out of his clothes, and then gasping as John's mouth closed over a nipple through the soft fabric.

John took his time, mouthing Rodney's nipples to hardness, kissing and licking the skin under the straps of the chemise, fingers tracing patterns on Rodney's belly through the satin. By the time he started to move downward Rodney was quivering.

John's closed his mouth over the head of Rodney's cock through the chemise, and Rodney made a soft sound of pleasure before he settled his hands on the back of John's head. He felt John shift and when he looked down he saw John reaching between his legs. He started to tell John to wait, that he wanted to suck him, but then John dragged his teeth lightly down Rodney's shaft and Rodney forgot how to think.

"Rodney," John said when Rodney was right on the brink of coming. "I want... please."

John put his hand on Rodney's belly and Rodney saw that it was shiny and wet, and then John swung his leg over so he was straddling Rodney.

"What are you," Rodney started, but then his cock, still surrounded by the satin of the chemise, started to slide into Sheppard. He looked up at John with wide eyes, but John's eyes were closed, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

"Oh, fuck," John breathed as his ass finally snugged down against Rodney's hips.

"Ow, Rodney said as some of the lace scratched against his cock and John grabbed the top of the chemise and jerked hard, breaking the delicate shoulder straps. He lifted himself then, eyes rolling back into his head as he pulled completely off Rodney's cock.

Rodney reached down and adjusted the lingerie so it would only be satin between him and John. John filled his hand with more lube and smeared it over Rodney's cloth covered erection before settling back down with a groan.

"Spread your legs more," Rodney demanded as John rode him and John complied. Rodney gathered up the material of the ruined lingerie and wrapped it around John's cock, jerking him off with long, slow strokes.

"Jesus, Sheppard, if I'd have known, I would have made you take it a long time ago," he gasped and John whimpered, his hands against Rodney's chest, levering himself up and down.

"I'll have to buy stock," Rodney continued, "in Victoria's Secret or Frederick's of Hollywood."

"Rodney," John whined, his voice high and tremulous.

"I'll wear it, Sheppard," Rodney said, twisting his hand and squeezing the head of John's cock. "I'll wear it under my BDUs off-world and you'll be the only one who knows. When we get back here, you can undress me and uncover it."

John moaned and ground down onto Rodney's cock. Rodney's fingers curled more tightly into John's hips.

"Fuck. Whatever you want, John. I'll wear whatever you want. And then I'll fuck you."

"Yes," John gasped.

Rodney thrust up into John, his breath catching as the tightness of John's ass combined with the gentle scratch of the satin threatened to overwhelm him.

"You'll be the pretty one then, Sheppard," Rodney said and knew he'd hit a hot spot by the way John's hips jerked and how his fingers tightened their hold on Rodney's chest. Rodney squeezed John's cock harder through the silky satin.

"You like that, don't you. I'll wear the women's underwear, whatever you want," Rodney breathed. "As long as it gets pushed into you on my cock. God, you're a kinky fucker, Sheppard." He drove up harder into John's body and John moaned low and deep.

"What about a bra, John? You can suck my nipples through the lace, get me good and hard, and then I'll put you on your knees and fuck you, the bra wrapped around your throat." Rodney couldn't believe how turned on that idea got him. Apparently it got John off, too, because he choked and then whimpered, "What else?"

"What else?" Rodney repeated. He wasn't going to last much longer, the sight of Sheppard hunched over him, riding him, dark eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks was too much to resist. "How about a pair of panties to match the bra, John? You can slide them off me and wrap my cock in them before I roll you over and fuck you."

John's rhythm stuttered and Rodney abandoned John's cock to put both hands on John's hips.

"Your turn to jerk yourself off, John. Ride me and jerk yourself off in this pretty lingerie you picked out for me. Come all over it."

John made a keening sound and jerked himself hard as he rode Rodney, whimpering softly as he tried to get the angle just right.

"Next time, Sheppard, you'll be on your knees or your back and you won't have to fight for it. The only thing you'll have to worry about is picking out something that turns me on. Something that will look so pretty inside you or pretty against your neck."

"Yes, Rodney," John groaned. "Almost."

"What about stockings, John? I'll tie you down with them after you take them off me with your teeth. The silk won't loosen when you fight, it'll just tighten until it's biting so hard into your skin. I'll lick along the edges, driving you crazy until you beg me. Beg me to do anything I want."

"Yes!" John cried, his back arching deeply, his hips rocking as he stroked his cock slowly, drawing out every last spasm.

When John collapsed forward onto Rodney, Rodney got his feet under him and steadied John's hips with his hands, driving up into him, chasing his own orgasm. John grunted softly as Rodney ground up into him, coming through the thin fabric.

Rodney wrapped his arms around John and held him for a long time afterwards, his cock softening slowly inside its satin sheath inside Sheppard.

"I should've known you were one of those," Rodney said affectionately after he'd finally pulled out, bringing the spoiled negligee with him.

"Those?" John mumbled sleepily as Rodney tumbled him onto his side.

"Yeah, a control freak during the day who becomes a completely wanton bottom when the lights go out."

John made some kind of sound, like he knew he should object to this observation, but Rodney kissed him and cleaned off the last bit of semen from his belly with the ruined chemise.

"You have to pick out something new for me to wear," Rodney said, propping his head up on his hand so he could look down at John. "You destroyed this one." He dumped the hopelessly crumpled, ripped, and come-stained lingerie over the side of the bed. "Not that I'm complaining about what happened to this piece."

John was silent for a long time and Rodney was afraid that, despite everything that had happened, John was about to have yet another freakout. Instead, John curled an arm around Rodney's chest and snuffled into his neck.

"You really," John started, still sounding a little slow and stupid. He paused and took a deep breath before continuing. "You get it."

"It's all about the feel," Rodney replied.

"All about the feel," John agreed and, for the first time, Rodney heard all the layers of meaning behind the words.

"Yeah," he said, brushing his lips over John's forehead. "I get it."

Tags: author: ultimatemarysue, genre: established relationship, genre: kink, genre: pwp - plot what plot, rating: nc-17