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"So," Rodney says one night when it's just him and Radek in the lab. "We've been here for over a year now." Radek makes an agreeing sound. "A year isn't really all that long a time, but before we came here I was busy. You were busy, too, right?"
"Not this busy," Radek observes, waiting to see where Rodney is going with this.
"No, but still busy enough. There were months in Antarctica. And the SGC before-- for me anyway-- and Russia. And so it's been a long time since we were not busy. We're busy men," Rodney says, sounding pompous and rushed and a tiny bit nervous.
"Yes, this is so. And?"
"And so it's probably been a really long time since you had sex, and I know it's been a really long time since I had sex. All reasonably intelligent individuals are bisexual to some degree. So, do you want to have sex? With me?"
Radek pushes his glasses back up his nose and blinks. "That is not what I thought you might say."
"No, I suppose not," Rodney agrees, and drops his gaze back to his computer screen while he types in several more lines. "Think about it, though? Because I really do work better when I'm not focused on my lack of sex life."
"This is to help you concentrate better on work then?" Radek inquires mildly.
"Not the only reason, but a fairly important factor in me actually being proactive about the situation," Rodney replies brusquely.
Radek shrugs off Rodney's attitude. "I am not opposed to the idea."
"You're not? Really?" Rodney asks, looking at Radek with astonishment.
"You are not perhaps my first choice, but it is true that we do not have time to woo our ideals."
"With a line like that, it's no wonder they're not beating down your door," Rodney returns, but he sounds amused.
"And I am your first choice?" Radek says, smiling a little. He may spend a great deal of time with Rodney, but he is by no means the person Rodney spends his spare time with nor one of the women Rodney has attempted to date.
"Well. Yes," Rodney replies. He actually stops typing and turns to face Radek in his seat. "I like you. I trust you. You don't mock me for things I can't control like Sheppard; you don't completely humiliate me for being attracted to you, like some of the women. You're smart, reasonably attractive, and really good with your hands." Rodney shrugs. "I started with you, and would have worked my way down. Though if I'd actually gotten all the way down to Teyla, I'd have had to jump off a balcony."
Amused, Radek asks, "And what is wrong with Teyla?"
"My risk assessment indicated a high probability for an unacceptable level of humiliation when she turned me down. Also, she's not as smart as you are."
Radek nods gravely at the compliment. "Thank you, Rodney."
"Of course," Rodney replies, waving off the thanks. "Also, I'm pretty sure she's had sex more recently than you or I, and so this arrangement would offer her less in the way of non-sexual gratification."
"Non-sexual gratification? While I am in no way against the idea, I am curious as to precisely what kind of arrangement are you offering?"
"Well, if nothing else, the sex should relieve a tension in both of us, allowing us both to work more efficiently. Hence, non-sexual gratification." Here Rodney pauses and gestures as his eyes dart away from Radek's face. "Alternately, a relationship involving non-sexual interaction could develop, leading to an emotional and-or mental support system for one or both of us. A less short-term arrangement could also have positive physical effects, in addition to the aforementioned regular release of sexual tension."
"I would be pleased if a deeper friendship develops between us."
Rodney's smile is the happy discovery one he wears when something unexpectedly pleasing happens. "That's good. I would be, too."
Radek is especially fond of that smile. He returns it. "Do you have plans for when this should take place?"
"I'm almost done here," Rodney replies.
Radek's smile deepens. "I am at a good place to stop for the evening."
Rodney turns back to his computer, strikes keys vigorously for a few seconds, and powers down the device. "All right, then. Whenever you're ready," he says, nearly bouncing in place.
Radek moves to do the same. "I as well."
"Your place or mine?" Rodney asks as they both pick up their laptops.
"I am comfortable with either."
"Mine, then, in case I fall asleep after. Your bed doesn't have prescription mattress."
Radek nods assent.
So they walk through the halls, idly throwing ideas back and forth, until they reach Rodney's room. He palms the door open and they go in. "So," Rodney notes. "This is the awkward part. I'm bad at this part."
"This? This is simple. Do you wish to kiss or to remove clothing first?"
"Kissing usually works better for me. It cuts the self-consciousness of disrobing."
"I, too, would prefer to begin with a kiss." Radek steps into Rodney, as the other man has not moved, and places his hand on Rodney's cheek before joining their lips.
Rodney's eyelashes brush Radek's glasses as he closes his eyes and opens to let Radek's tongue in. His hands settle sort of awkwardly, one on the arm raised so Radek can touch his face and the other on Radek's opposite shoulder. The kissing is nice, though. Radek's tongue is quite skilled.
Pulling back a little, Radek removes his glasses before kissing Rodney again. Rodney makes a noise and his hands get less tentative, his kiss more passionate. Radek hums approval in the back of his throat.
With the sound, Rodney relaxes. His hands slide down to Radek's sides and tug him in closer, though he still doesn't try to take charge of the kiss. He tilts his head to give Radek more room and murmurs happy sounds into the kiss.
Radek's hand slides down to cup the line of Rodney's jaw, thumb brushing across his cheek, and Rodney slumps a little, giving Radek more access and rubbing his cheek into Radek's hand. His response to Radek's kiss is passionate without being demanding.
Breaking off the kiss, Radek looks around. "Ah," he says, locating Rodney's desk. Keeping one hand on Rodney, he reaches out and sets his glasses there. "I need both hands," he explains before taking Rodney's face in both and kissing him again.
"Oh, God," Rodney starts to say, pupils blown wide with arousal, but the words are cut off by Radek's mouth, and Rodney for once doesn't protest being silenced as they sink into the kiss again. Radek's hands are gentle, although his mouth is not.
Rodney's making small sounds into the kiss, his hands fluttering unsteadily as they stroke up and down Radek's sides, and his body swaying in against Radek. He is clearly approving of the situation.
Radek nearly overbalances as Rodney leans into him. "Perhaps we should sit down now?" he suggests, stroking Rodney's hairline.
"Yes," Rodney agrees, smiling. "That's a good idea. Radek." The last is tacked on, but so full of delight that no teasing can possibly follow. Rodney steps back until he reaches the bed and sits on the edge, watching Radek.
"Yes?" Radek asks, not yet moving toward the bed.
There's moment of hesitation, then, "Please," Rodney replies.
Radek raises his eyebrows. "Please?" he repeats, not understanding.
"Yes, you... your question seemed to imply a desire for me to, um. To reaffirm interest. Very interested here," Rodney points out, waving his hands at himself.
"Ah." Radek orients himself on the bed, then draws Rodney toward it. "I wondered whether you were asking me something, but your interest is obvious."
"That's good, though. Right?" Rodney asks as he's willingly drawn to Radek's side.
"Of course," Radek affirms, seating himself. "But you know this."
"Yes," Rodney agrees. "Also, you're quite a good kisser. It surprises me a little."
"You thought to become involved with a bad kisser?" Radek asks, teasing him.
"I could always have taught you," Rodney replies. "But, no, I meant that when I thought about what you'd be good at, what I'd like having you do to me, I didn't think of kissing so much." His flush increases slightly. "It's rather stunningly hot."
Radek's gaze darkens. "As are you. What would you like having me do to you?"
"Fuck me. I'd like having you fuck me." Rodney swallows hard and shivers in arousal. "Or I can suck you until you come in my mouth. I was pretty good at that."
"And nothing for yourself?" Radek asks curiously.
"Oh, no. I plan to come hard with you inside me," Rodney replies, voice gone lower.
Radek closes his eyes, shuddering at that picture. "Yes, I like that plan."
Rodney kisses him while his eyes are still shut. Lips slightly chapped press against Radek's own, and Rodney's tongue teases gently into Radek's mouth. Radek responds, deepening the kiss. Rodney's upper body turns toward Radek as his arms slide around the shorter man. Soon they're pressed close again, and Rodney again relaxes into the pressure. Radek tugs Rodney closer as he allows himself to fall back onto the bed. Rodney easily follows him down, and shifts to maintain the kiss. Unsubtle as always, Rodney turns until he can slide his hips against Radek's.
When Rodney shifts to the side instead of lying on him, Radek takes advantage of the situation, moving to cover the other man. Rodney's pleased groan is shockingly loud in the quiet room. His legs part and Radek settles between them.
Radek is not a stupid man. He has put the clues together. However, what he still does not know is how far Rodney wishes to take this. "Rodney?" he says softly. "If you do not wish to talk about this, we will not, but it has become clear to me that you prefer it when I take control. I do not mind, but I would like to know what you want. How much, how far."
Rodney sighs. "I enjoy many levels in bed. I'd thought this time something fairly straight-forward. I simply like being taken," he explains.
"I think it is more than just that," Radek says, but places his fingers across Rodney's lips before the other man can reply. "You do not need to explain. Simply tell me if something I do displeases you."
Rodney nods under Radek's hand and then licks his fingers with a playful look. Radek removes his fingers, then kisses Rodney again, more forcefully than before, demanding access to Rodney's mouth rather than waiting for Rodney to respond.
Response is not long in coming, however. Rodney promptly opens his lips to Radek, even as his hands close tightly on the other man's sides. He plunders Rodney's mouth, then lifts his head. "Your shirt. Take it off." Rodney starts tugging it up, but pauses to make an exasperated noise at Radek until he lifts enough for Rodney to pull the shirt from between them and over his head. "Now mine."
Rodney gives him a considering look, but says, "Fine, okay." His hands are quick but careful as he pulls Radek's shirt up and off.
With an amused smile for Rodney's antics, Radek lays back down. Rodney makes a comfortable cushion. "Better now."
"Yeah," Rodney agrees, smiling back at him. His hands slide smoothly up Radek's back. "Much better now."
Radek bends his head to nip at the corner of Rodney's jaw, then taste the skin below that. "Fuck, Radek, that feels good," Rodney gasps, and tilts his head to give more room. Humming, Radek sets out to make a full exploration of Rodney's neck.
One thing Rodney has never faulted Radek for is thoroughness. Nor, really, dedication. By the time Radek pulls away, Rodney's panting and his neck glimmers faintly where still damp patches may rise to soft pink love bites in the morning. Right now, though, Rodney's heavy-lidded and rocking his hips slightly against Radek's.
"Too much?" Radek inquires before moving down to investigate Rodney's chest.
"No," Rodney replies, "fucking perfect."
Rodney's nipples are inviting points, but Radek takes his time, not neglecting Rodney's collarbone or the smooth expanse of skin below it.
"Mmm," Rodney murmur happily, one hand in Radek's soft, crazy hair and the other sliding smoothly over his shoulder blades. "It's nice. Forgot how nice this part can be."
For that, Radek bites at a nipple.
Rodney's breath catches until Radek releases the pressure. Then it shudders out in an unsteady groan. Rodney looks at Radek.
Obligingly, Radek repeats the bite on the other nipple.
When he looks back up, Rodney's smiling with his eyes closed and his eyebrows drawn in as he concentrates on the sensation.
Radek kisses the bitten skin, caressing it with his tongue. Feeling Rodney relax under him, he bites again.
Rodney's hands are strong and calloused. One fumbles until he finds Radek's hand and laces their fingers together. He squeezes Rodney's hand, then scrapes his teeth across the other nipple.
"Fuck," Rodney declares. "Okay, pants off. Pants off now."
Radek lifts himself up and waits.
Rodney reaches between them, hands going for Radek's pants first. It's not long before they're both kicking pants down and off, and settling back together. "Oh, yeah. Naked feels much better," Rodney whispers, and kisses Radek softly.
"It does," Radek agrees.
Rodney smirks. "Well, it was my idea. It was bound to be brilliant."
Radek rolls his eyes and kisses Rodney harder. It shuts him up, which is the important point. Rodney kisses back as his hands slide down to explore previously covered skin. Rodney has good hands. Radek has observed before how able Rodney is with them, but it is another thing to feel them on himself.
He can definitely feel them now. Rodney's hands move across his hips slowly and questioningly. It is as if Rodney is taking notes, and will soon begin to apply all that he is learning about what makes Radek twitch away or hitch his body closer.
As Radek has been doing the same thing to Rodney, this is more than agreeable to him. He kisses Rodney again.
Rodney is already hard and leaking as his erection rubs over Radek's hip. Soon he's reached desperate, and he pulls his mouth away to pant, "Now. Now, or I can't, won't be able to wait."
"Do you have lubrication?" Radek asks.
"Yes," Rodney replies. "In the table there."
"Ah, good," Radek says. Unfortunately, he doesn't have his glasses on. While it is possible to find the bed without them, finding an unfamilar item in an unfamiliar room is not so easy. "Would you get it, please?"
Rodney twists under him, forcing Radek to raise up as Rodney searches through the drawer.
Radek does not move away more than absolutely necessary; he enjoys the contact between their bodies. When Rodney is back under him again, Radek asks, "Are you comfortable like this or would you prefer to be on your stomach?"
"I can be any way you want me," Rodney replies. "Except upside down. I get dizzy."
"Turn over then," Radek decides. "I wish to see all of you."
Rodney shifts with alacrity, settling eagerly under Radek.
When Rodney is clothed, he looks clumsy sometimes. Not at ease in his body or his clothes. Naked, he is no such thing. Radek admires his shoulders, the line of his back and the fine formation of his ass.
Rodney arches up so that they rub together, his back and Radek's chest touching warmly. "This is good," he says. "I like this."
"Perhaps you will like this as well," Radek says, regretfully abandoning the exploration of those parts of Rodney for later, if there is a later. For now... he moves down to kneel between Rodney's legs.
"I'm sure I will," Rodney replies, shifting to give Radek more room. The trust implicit in the statement explains a great deal about how they ended up in bed tonight.
Radek cannot resist nipping at one of the smooth round globes in front of him.
Rodney yelps, and says, "Hey! Sensitive skin, here!" But he doesn't pull away.
By way of apologizing, Radek licks, then kisses the bitten spot before securing possession of the lube.
Rodney's lube isn't something commercial, though it's fairly similar to things available on earth. They've been here long enough that all those with the talents to do so have begun to make their own usually purchased products. The lubricant is in a plain white tube with Rodney's initials written in permanent marker.
Radek is very careful about where he places the cap when he opens the tube. He uses just enough of it so that his finger will not drag on sensitive skin, then begins exploring Rodney by touch.
Rodney relaxes, giving Radek access to everything without pause. He's nervous-- the tension makes him tremble from time to time-- but he makes no movement to limit Radek's access. "Oh," he whispers, so very softly. "I'd forgotten. And you're so good."
"I have done nothing yet," Radek says and it's true; he is feeling his way across puckered skin, learning it. He has not pressed inward yet.
"You have," Rodney disagrees. "You touch me like it matters. That's something."
"It does matter, of course," Radek tells him, withdrawing to use the lubricant again. "You matter."
Rodney shudders under him. "It's oddly arousing. Hearing you say that."
"It is the truth," Radek tells him as he touches Rodney again, concentrating more on how Rodney feels and the minute tensing of Rodney's body as he feels his way inside.
"You matter, too," Rodney replies breathily.
Rodney does not indicate any discomfort, so Radek progresses to two fingers. "That is good to hear," he says solemnly.
Rodney breathes slowly and regularly, perfectly controlled. It's been too long for this to be completely painless, but Radek is slow and careful, and the sensation is managable.
Feeling Rodney's reaction, Radek takes his time now, finding the angle that seems to bring Rodney the most pleasure and the least pain and renewing his attention to tempting asscheeks so close to his mouth.
"Sorry," Rodney whispers, then moans as Radek nips his ass again.
"Sorry?" Radek asks, raising his head.
"Mmm, yeah. Don't usually use two on myself," Rodney replies, clearly distracted as he moves slightly on Radek's fingers.
"I don't want to hurt you," Radek says, continuing to fuck Rodney slowly with his hand, "and I assure you, I am bigger than two fingers."
Rodney's laughter is easy and earnest. "I have been paying attention, you know. I'm aware that you are quite respectably endowed."
Radek answers that with a kiss. As that kiss is placed in a rather sensitive place, Rodney squirms happily.
He slides his fingers out slowly, reapplying lubricant before moving up to three fingers. His need is not urgent yet; Radek has been too focused on Rodney for that.
Now Rodney is carefully still, but he begins speaking, a soft, quiet litany of praise and requests and assurances. "Radek," he murmurs, and every time he repeats it in his babbling, it's slightly needier.
Such words will undo Radek if he is not careful and Rodney is not ready, not quite yet. Soon, though, and Rodney is already beginning to shift, his hips moving in small circles as he shifts around Radek's fingers. Radek lets him adjust, giving Rodney the time he needs.
"Now," Rodney murmurs. "God, now, please," he begs. "Radek," he moans, voice breaking.
It is that break in Rodney's voice that electrifies him. Radek goes from wanting Rodney to wanting Rodney now. He pulls his fingers back and slicks his cock.
"In me," Rodney demands, shifting his knees further apart. "Get in me, please, now."
"So demanding," Radek says, but he is not saying no. He is instead reaching for Rodney, lining himself up.
Rodney braces himself and seems to be holding his breath, but not pushing back. Waiting for whatever Radek gives him.
It makes it that much easier for Radek to find the right spot to press before beginning the slow push inside. Rodney is hot and tight and all good things.
Rodney gives a nearly soundless whimper of pleasure and lets out a shuddery breath.
The noise reassures Radek and he continues until he is all the way inside. There, he pauses to appreciate the feel of Rodney surrounding him.
"Oh, yes," Rodney says, too loud and full of dazed pleasure.
That draws a dark smile out of Radek and he shifts so that he can fuck Rodney in earnest.
Tiny, raw sounds escape Rodney, and escalate into words. Radek is relentless and skilled, and soon Rodney is back to pre-verbal exclamations of tightly clenching need.
This time, Radek lets them sink in, arousing him and driving his hips to move faster, to take Rodney harder.
"Soon," Rodney gasps, and, "Want to feel me go around you? Or want to come in me, first?"
That sends a surge of lust through Radek and he's coming almost before he's aware of his need, clutching Rodney tightly.
Rodney moans under him, and shoves his hand down to stroke himself. Radek is still riding out the last few jerks of his orgasm when Rodney clenches around him. That pulls a groan from him.
Together, they slump to the blankets. Radek is still spread across Rodney's broad back, and Rodney's still panting beneath him.
After a minute to catch his breath, Radek moves to get up.
"No!" Rodney turns over in a flash, grabbing at Radek in a way that is surprisingly close to desperate. "No, please. Just... just stay a couple minutes?"
Radek rests his hand on Rodney's hip, while his other searches the bed. "I'm not leaving. I simply wished to put this away," he waves the tube of lubricant, "before it ended up all over everything." Removing his hand from Rodney, he twists the cap back on and sets the tube away.
"Oh. Yes, that's very. Very smart." Rodney settles back down, leaning into Radek's side. "Just, you know, I like some afterglow, when I can get it."
Radek pushes gently at Rodney until there is room for him too and lies down. "I as well."
"You can stay," Rodney offers, his voice almost toneless.
"Does that mean you wish me to leave?" Radek asks, feeling disappointed.
"It means you can do what you want to do," Rodney replies, not meeting Radek's eyes. But he stays pressed into the other man's side, his hand resting on Radek's breastbone.
"I would like to stay if you do not find it an imposition," Radek says, his words stilted by his uncertainty as to Rodney's feelings.
"So stay," Rodney ungraciously replies, but his body tells the truth as he goes soft and relaxed against Radek's own.
"Very gracious," Radek says, but relaxes. As much as he would like to hear that he is welcome there, it is no use trying to make Rodney not be Rodney. For all that Rodney has been surprisingly open tonight, he is still a complex, touchy man.
They're quiet a while, and the lights dim down to nothing. Radek thinks it may be time to sleep, but Rodney says, "It was good."
"Yes, I know," Radek says patiently, "I was here."
"Ass."
"It was nice too. Very nice."
"Yes," Rodney agrees. "Good and nice. Very, um. Good and nice sex."
Radek smiles. "You do not have to flatter me, Rodney. I would be happy to do this again with you, if you like."
"Of course you would," Rodney replies, sounding tired and arrogant and relieved. "Like there was any doubt."
"Go to sleep, Rodney," Radek tells him, chuckling.
"Fine," Rodney replies, sounding petulant. But he is soon breathing heavily against Radek's shoulder.
His arm around Rodney, Radek lets himself fall asleep as well.