That Fuzzy Feeling by lavvyan (Sex, Drugs & Rock&Roll)
Title: That Fuzzy Feeling
Author: lavvyan
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Rodney tries to help John relax.

That Fuzzy Feeling

For once, Rodney had to be the one to come and get him. Between their last mission to the planet with the chicken people and the Tabasco sauce (and hadn't that one gone south faster than you could say 'please, not with the feather'?), Atlantis' last citywide blackout (because you obviously couldn't connect your i!pod to the city's com system), and the cellophane incident in the mess hall (don't ask), the backlog of reports for him to review was overwhelming. Not to mention the briefings he had to schedule. Or the overdue changing of the duty roster.

So when his scientist dragged him out of his office around midnight, sat him on the bed, and told him to relax, he was more than happy to do so.

Shame he couldn't. There was too much to do, and the thoughts wouldn't stop spinning around in his head. When he told Rodney as much, his lover nodded, and disappeared. Five minutes later, he returned with a steaming mug in his hand.

"Here, drink this."

John didn't have the heart to tell him that hot cocoa had never done all that much for him, and complied. He was completely unprepared for the warm, fuzzy feeling that almost instantly spread all through him, numbing his thoughts and – he suspected – leaving him with a dopey smile.

"Whoa," he exclaimed – okay, slurred, "whazzat?"

"That's Carson's secret weapon against overwrought scientists, as he says," Rodney told him, completely unrepentant. "Don't worry, you'll be fine in the morning."

"Ro'ney, you drugged me," John managed a halfway indignant voice, and thus was horrified when he concluded the sentence with a giggle. Rodney's eyes narrowed.

"Yes, and I admit it might have been a tad too much." Which was the funniest thing John had heard all day, and he giggled again.

"'s okay. I feel fine." He paused, noticing Rodney's sceptic look. "Fiiiiiiiine," he added for emphasis. Rodney snorted.

"Well, you sure look happy," and he didn't have to sound quite so sarcastic.

"I am." John nodded, bobbing his head up and down and then shaking it as the room started to spin. "You make me happy," he said sincerely, and Rodney's look softened. It did amazing things to his pretty, pretty blue eyes.

"You're going to kill me tomorrow," he said, but smiled. John smiled back.

"Nah. Gonna kiss you. 'Cause you like that. And it makes me feel good."

"Well, we wouldn't want you to feel bad, would we, Colonel?" Rodney asked, and leaned forward, but John pulled back, frowning.

"John."

"Excuse me?"

"We're alone, so it's John." That was the rule. And rules were important. Except when they weren't, but then he didn't care, so that was okay.

"Sorry, John." Rodney sounded like he was suppressing a laugh, and John pouted. But then they were kissing, slow, wet, lazy kisses that made his skin go goosebumpy and his fingers flex around the mug, so he decided that Rodney may be forgiven after all. It was alright, he was gracious like that.

"Why are you grinning?" Rodney murmured against his lips, not quite breaking the kiss.

"You make me tingle," he answered, diving in again to stroke his tongue over Rodney's lips, his teeth, his palate, lapping at the insides of his lover's mouth and marvelling at the familiar taste. This was home, warm and safe, and he sighed happily.

Rodney pulled back, smiling at him, taking the mug out of his unresisting hands and placing it on the bedside table before reaching out to stroke his thumb along John's neck, from pulse point to right below the ear.

"What am I going to do with you?" he asked softly, in that tone of voice he only ever used with John, and shook his head.

"You could suck me off," John offered – still feeling gracious – and Rodney's smile became an impish grin.

"I could do that," he agreed, and just like that, John found himself on his back, blinking up at the ceiling as Rodney worked on getting him out of his boots, then made short work of his trousers, and pulled off his boxers while he was at it, leaving him exposed to the slightly cool air of his room. Then there was warm, gentle breath on his skin, and he let out an embarrassingly loud moan as Rodney unceremoniously swallowed his half-hard dick to the root, sucking and doing that twirly rubbing thing with his tongue until John was fully hard in his mouth.

And yes, there might have been a whimper when Rodney let go of him, only to close his hand around him and suckle lightly on the head as he began to stroke. John's hips were bucking, something he knew Rodney hated because it made John's cock bump the back of his throat, but for once there was no complaint. If anything, Rodney encouraged him, letting go of his dick and taking him back into his mouth, hands creeping around his ass, pulling his cheeks apart so that one finger could start teasing his hole, lightly flickering over the puckered opening.

John felt his face go slack, his mouth fall open as the sensations overwhelmed him like they never had before, panting, helplessly thrusting, fucking Rodney's hot compliant mouth. His rhythm stuttered when he felt Rodney's finger breach him, only to the first digit, invading his body and wiggling around, and he moaned, desperately, close to the edge but not quite there, wanting, needing to come, now. Then Rodney hollowed his cheeks and sucked in earnest, teeth lightly scraping along his length, and John stared up at the ceiling and imagined those blue, blue eyes looking up and at him, watching him come undone, and that was it, the tingle became a roar, and he came with a deep sigh, spilling into Rodney's mouth until he thought there could be nothing left of him. He more felt than heard Rodney's grunt, caught up in the feeling of there, there, yes, closing his eyes and handing himself over.

Rodney was still sucking gently when he came down again, licking him clean, hands slowly stroking his legs, his hips, his belly, up and down, large, soothing circles, and John sighed again.

"'s 'nuff," he mumbled, and twitched as Rodney let him slip from his lips. He yawned, trying to snuggle into the blankets, only to find that he was still lying on top of the cover. Rodney laughed at his frown.

"Wait, let me-" and there was wiggling and tugging and rolling over, and then a moment of vertigo when Rodney pulled him upright to get him out of his shirt, and then Rodney stripped quickly, efficiently – he had come in his pants, John noted, and giggled again – and then he was finally lying in a warm nest of blankets and Rodney, all pressed up against his lover's broad chest. He yawned again, and giggled sleepily.

"What?" Rodney's breath a warm puff against his ear.

"R'dney-cocoon," he mumbled, feeling Rodney's silent laughter against his shoulder blade. He snuggled back, Rodney's legs tangled with his, and fell asleep, feeling warm and safe and happy.

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End. Hope this meets smuffster's expectations. ;)