Rodney stared at the scrawled invitation, and for once his formidable brain was at a loss to make heads or tails of it. Just what it was John had planned was beyond him, and he frowned as he studied the invitationóand tried to remember if his suit was clean or not.
John stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, smiling faintly as he mused that this seemed very familiar, and he tugged sharply at the hem of his jacket to settle it properly.
"Well," he murmured, nodding to himself, "if he liked the dress blues, this should leave him totally speechless." The faint curve of his lips morphed into a smug smirk, and he headed out into the main room to wait for Rodneyís arrival.
"All right, whatís the occaó" Rodneyís voice died away to nothing when John opened the door and he got a good look at the military formal wear the other man had on. His jaw dropped, and he stared, feeling vaguely embarrassed that he might be drooling but unable to stop himself when faced with the sight of John in fitted trousers, a cummerbund and tuxedo shirt, and a cut-away jacket with lines of dangling medals on his chest.
John smiled and reached out with one finger under Rodneyís chin to push his mouth closed. "Iím flattered."
Rodney blinked, then blinked again and gave himself a full-body shake. "Oh. My. God."
Johnís smile broadened. "Better than the dress blues then?"
"What do you think?" Rodney glanced around the hallway before pushing John back into his room and locking the door behind them. "If anyone else sees you like that, thereís going to be a riot!" That said, he grabbed John and pulled him into a sloppy, hungry kiss.
Some moments later, John chuckled when they drew back from the kiss. "I think you might be a little prejudiced, Rodney. Most people donít drool at the sight of me. Which is fine. Youíre the only one I want jumping me." He smiled lazily while running his hands over Rodneyís back and ass.
"Iím the only one whoís going to be jumping you, but later; first I want to look at you in that." Rodney flushed, looking embarrassed. "Do you mind?"
"Why do you think Iím wearing it?" John brushed a kiss over the slightly down-turned lips.
Rodneyís expression cleared, and he grinned before stepping back to study John from the tips of his polished shoes to the top of his head. John automatically came to attention, his hazel eyes watching Rodney while he stood still, letting the scientist look his fill.
"Christ," Rodney whispered as he slowly circled around John, finally giving in and reaching out to stroke a hand over hem of the short jacket that showed Johnís ass off to perfection.
"Just Johnís fine," the colonel teased, his eyes darkening at Rodneyís clear enjoyment of his surprise.
"Ha ha, did they forget to include the sense of humor with the outfit?" Rodney grumbled, though it was hard to be annoyed when all he wanted to do was to rub up against John.
"Youíre the one grumbling, not me," John pointed out, grinning widely. He looked over his shoulder at Rodney. "Iím not breakable, you know. I like it when you touch me."
"Yes," Rodney said almost desperately, "but do you really want stains all over your uniform?"
"Well, Iíd rather you came on me, not my uniform," John chuckled, turning around to wrap his arms around Rodneyís waist and draw him closer.
Rodney chuckled and leaned into Johnís embrace, sighing with pleasure. "I would too, but you look so damn good that itís a close thing."
"I have a whole new appreciation for my uniforms," John murmured against Rodneyís ear, nuzzling it gently.
Rodney shuddered and ground against Johnís body, unbearably aroused. "If you keep that up," he panted, "Iím going to ruin this suit."
"And that would be a shame. You look edible in it."
"I do?" Rodney asked, looking surprised.
"God yes! You look good all the time, but that suit..." John gave a low growl of appreciation.
"Oh my, thatís quite the reaction," Rodney whispered, stroking a hand over Johnís shirt under his jacket.
"Thatís quite an ass you keep hidden under those baggy uniforms," John replied, cupping the part in question.
Rodney hrumphed and grinned self-consciously. "Yes, well itís all the running around I have to do on those life-threatening missions we go on."
"You realize youíre inspiring me to make sure you keep running, right?" John chuckled at Rodneyís expression. "Or I could find other kinds of exercise."
"I much prefer the other kindsóreally!" Rodney said quickly.
"Actually, so do I. And weíll explore them after dinner. I plan to enjoy the suit till then." And watching Rodney watch him, but John didnít think he needed to mention that.
Rodney groaned. "Youíre going to make me sit across from you, staring at you in that get-up, through a whole meal?! I hope you have Carson on standby because my heartís not going to take the stress!"
"I promise to give you CPR if needed. Though you might need to poke me, since I plan to be staring at you and fantasizing."
"Oh, thatís going to be helpful when Iím dying on the floor!"
"Well, since my plans for you require you being alive, I think youíre pretty safe."
"You have no idea how relieved I am that you arenít considering necrophilia."
John snorted. "You thought there was a possibility I might be?"
Rodney quirked a half-grin. "Well, considering you look good enough to wake the dead, you never know."
Smiling almost shyly, John leaned in to kiss him. "I think youíre nuts, but Iím still enjoying it."
"Iím totally sane, Colonel," Rodney huffed, taking advantage of their proximity to stroke a hand over Johnís ass.
"I can assure you that no one else thinks of me the same way you do," John laughed.
"Now I think youíre insane."
"Rodney, Iíve never rendered anyone speechless before you."
Rodney flushed and cleared his throat. "Yes, well, you look good."
John shrugged. "I have a mirror. But most people donít think I look quite as good as you seem to. And I really like that."
"Iím glad because having a school-boy crush on you at this age would be most embarrassing."
"Iíd much rather have you in love with me."
"Isnít it fortunate for both of us that I am."
"Considering that I realized I loved you the day of the storm, itís definitely fortunate for me."
"Youósince the day of the storm?" Rodneyís eyes widened as he stared up at John.
John nodded. "I almost lost you that day. Along with Elizabeth and the whole city, but when I knew Kolya hurt you..." He stopped, furious all over again at the memory.
Rodney caught one of Johnís hands and threaded their fingers together. "Iím here now, and our mealís getting cold, and I wonít comment on the fact it took me drooling on you to get you to do something."
"I thought you were straight!"
"Well, maybe you should have asked!"
"Well, maybe if youíd given me a hint, I would have! The uniform should be a clue that Iím military!" John shook his head. "Oh, sit down before we start arguing about it. That would just be too ridiculous."
Rodney gave a clipped nod before shaking his head and laughing. "Yes, it would be, and Iíd much rather enjoy our meal and then each other."
"I like your priorities." John grinned as he sat down at the table across from Rodney, consciously straightening his shoulders and sitting perfectly erect to show off his uniform.
"You are such a bastard; if I didnít need to eat to keep my energy up, Iíd jump you right now."
"And if I wasnít worried about you passing out on me, Iíd insist that you did. But food first, and then we can do whatever we like with each other."
"And may I tell you I have many plans involving you and that uniform."
"I guess itís a good thing Atlantis has its own version of dry cleaning then," John observed. "So hurry up and eat; I want to investigate these plans of yours."
"I was waiting for you to serve me," Rodney sniffed.
"So I look like a waiter to you?"
"Hardly, but this is a date that you invited me on, ergo, serving me is included." Rodney grinned slightly at the last.
"Hrm. You have a point," John decided after due consideration. "So have a seat, sir." He gestured toward a small table under the window, where two covered plates waited with a bottle of wine. The wine, along with several others and a few bottles of scotch and vodka as well as some other things, had come in a crate marked Ďmilitary suppliesóCOís eyes onlyí from none other than Jack OíNeill.
"Such service," Rodney chuckled as he walked over to the table and sat, admiring the setting before turning his gaze back to John, "Iíll have to give you a very good tip."
"Iím very happy to take it in trade." John sat down as well, then reached across the table to uncover the plates of steakófrom an Athosian domesticated animal but damn near as good as beefóand vegetables.
"Good thing because thatís all I have to offer," Rodney chuckled before eyeing the steaks. "I hope mine isnít going to bleed when I cut into it..."
"Donít worry, I had them cook yours to death." John eyed Rodneyís steak. "I donít really see what the point of eating it after youíve cooked all the flavor out of it is, but whatever makes you happy."
"That would be you."
John smiled happily. "Keep it up and we wonít have dinner for a while."
Rodney chuckled and cut into his steak. "Oh no; I want us both to have a lot of energy for this evening."
"Good point." John followed his lead by slicing into his own dinner, moaning happily as the red juices seeped out of the tender meat. His nose wrinkling, Rodney muttered something about Ďmad cow diseaseí but continued eating, his gaze darting to Johnís uniform from time to time.
"Itís not even a cow, Rodney," John pointed out, straightening in his seat and drawing his shoulders back to show off for Rodney.
"Then mad Pegasus equivalent of a..." Rodney blinked, staring at John. "What was I saying?"
"How much you like my uniform."
"Oh. Well yes, I do; like it, I mean."
"Thatís good since I wore it just for you."
Rodneyís smile in response to that statement was wide and genuine. "Thank you."
"Itís my pleasure." John leaned over the table to kiss him.
"Actually, itís mine," Rodney murmured, tracing a finger over Johnís bowtie, then pushing him back into his seat.
"I think itís pretty mutual." John toasted Rodney with his wine.
They ate quickly after that, not talking much but sharing heated glances whenever their eyes met. Finally, when their plates were mostly empty, Rodney pushed back from the table and threw his napkin on his plate. "Okay, no more food, Iíve had enough."
Johnís chair nearly tipped over as he quickly got to his feet. "We should probably work off a few of those calories."
"And I really should inspect that uniform for stains..." Rodney walked around the table and circled John.
"Youíre too good to me."
"Of course, but Iím worth it," Rodney chuckled, giving in to temptation and running a broad hand over Johnís ass.
"No arguments here." John pushed back slightly, liking the sensation of Rodneyís palm cupping his buttock.
Rodney moaned quietly and added a second hand, moving up behind John and slowly sliding his hands around to rub over the pleated cummerbund, making John shiver and moan softly.
"You look so hot," Rodney murmured, running his hands upward over the starched cotton of the pleated shirt, rubbing his thumbs over the peaked nipples beneath it.
"And you feel so hot," John said, meaning it literally. Rodney always seemed to radiate heat, and when they could spend a night together, they always woke up with John wrapped around him, having gravitated toward his greater warmth.
Rodney chuckled in response and undid several of the studs holding Johnís shirt closed so that he could slip a hand inside. John stood still, his eyes falling to his chest to watch Rodney touching him, and his breath hitched.
"Fuck, I could come just from this," Rodney whispered, reaching up with his free hand to undo Johnís bowtie.
"We have all night. Go for it."
"We already discussed this, and Iím not messing up my suit."
"Then I think we need to get you naked."
"Then letís get to the bed." Rodney stepped back away from John and stripped off his jacket and tie. John followed as if they were bound together, never letting Rodney get more than a single step ahead of him.
Once they were inside, Rodney paused and undid his belt, stepping out of his shoes as he undid his pants and pushed them off his hips. John licked his lips, staring hungrily while shrugging out of his shirt and jacket.
Rodney pouted. "I thought I was supposed to be the one getting undressed here."
"Ah, you naked, me in uniform?" John had stopped at Rodneyís comment with the shirt and jacket halfway down his arms, and now he shrugged them back on.
"We are feeding my fetish tonight, right?"
"Should I button back up?" John chuckled.
Rodney shook his head. "Like thatís good: very, very good," he murmured, moving forward to press himself against Johnís front.
John rested his hands on Rodneyís hips, smiling. "I may have to start wearing dress uniforms any time weíre not on a mission."
Rodney groaned and rubbed against John, shivering at the sensation. "Iíll never get any work done."
"I think I can live with that."
"Later Iíll probably disagree but right now..." Rodney whimpered as he rubbed harder against John, his hands roaming everywhere they could. John chuckled throatily, his hands roaming over Rodneyís naked body, finally coming to rest on Rodneyís ass.
"I would feel so stupid doing this if it didnít feel so damn good," Rodney muttered as he continued to rock against John, his hands roaming over material and flesh with equal abandon.
"I like that Ióor at least my uniformócan make you this hot."
"You in the uniform, it alone does nothing for me."
Johnís smile widened. "Iím glad to hear it. Otherwise I might have been afraid to leave you two alone."
"Oh, hush," Rodney grumbled, pushing aside Johnís jacket and shirt to bite his shoulder.
John shuddered at the sensual pain and rocked against Rodney, his hands cupping the other manís bare ass and pulling him closer. "I think Iím the one in danger of coming in my pants."
"Oh no," Rodney whispered, licking Johnís ear, "when you come, I want it to be inside me."
"Then youíd better stop doing that!" John warned with a groan.
"I will if you fuck me wearing that."
"I think I can manage that," John said throatily, a shiver running down his spine and making his hands clench on Rodneyís ass.
"Then do it, nowóplease," Rodney whispered.
"God! Donít move!" John pushed Rodney against the wall and nearly sprinted the few remaining steps to the bed to grab the lube from the nightstand, then moved back to press Rodney against the wall.
The wall felt cool and smooth against Rodneyís back, a distinct contrast to the slightly rough scratch of Johnís uniform, the heat of his bare skin and the cold press of his medals, and he moaned at the sensations, wrapping one leg around Johnís thigh to pull him closer.
"God, Rodney!" John took a deep breath, trying to get himself under control. "Lemme get you ready, then you can climb on," he rasped.
Rodney whimpered but let go, plastering himself back against the wall, his fingers twitching with the need to touch John again. John groaned. He unfastened his pants, not wanting to get lube all over them if he waited, and with his cock protruding lewdly, he squirted the slick gel into the palm of one hand. Dropping the container where they could grab it again if necessary, he coated his fingers, then trailed one fingertip from the head of Rodneyís cock down to the base.
"God, John, donít tease me," Rodney groaned, spreading his legs and arching forward into the light touch.
"I wasnít," John protested. "I just like touching you." But his other hand caught hold of Rodneyís hip, drawing him forward so John could slide a slick finger over the opposite hip and into Rodneyís ass.
Rodneyís answer was a sibilant moan, and he clutched Johnís shoulders, kneading the heavy fabric of his jacket as he spread his legs wider, letting Johnís fingers slip in deeper. John swallowed the moan in another deep kiss, and then he was cupping Rodneyís ass, lifting him slightly as he silently urged Rodney to wrap his legs around Johnís waist.
"If I fall and you have to call Carson, Iím going to kill you," Rodney grumbled even as he moved as John directed, trying not to overbalance him as they settled into position and John slid into him.
"Have a little faith," John panted, his fingers gripping Rodneyís ass. He pressed Rodney against the wall, bracing him as John started to move.
Rodney sucked in a breath at the multitude of sensations: the thick, hot glide of Johnís cock in his ass; the rasp of Johnís pants against his bare flesh; the quiet ringing of his medals as they moved together. John swooped in to capture Rodneyís mouth, needing to claim all of him, and he groaned, Rodney echoing the sound as they rocked together.
"Definitely wearing the uniform any time I can," John murmured, grinning even as he thrust into Rodney.
"In private!" Rodney gasped.
"There will be formal events from time to time," John pointed out with a chuckle.
"Which Iím going to refuse to attend!" Rodney gasped when John thrust into him sharply.
John laughed, his grip on Rodney slipping for a second before he shoved the scientist harder against the wall. "Spoilsport!"
"I refuse to make a fool of myself in front of the whole city because of my fixation with your uniforms!" Rodney panted, leaning his head against the wall as he dug his fingers into Johnís shoulder.
"Well, I guess even if they change the regs, weíll never be able to get married. Since Iíd have to wear my uniform!" John snorted before biting at Rodneyís Adamís apple.
Rodney lifted his head enough to glare at John. "Veryófuckingófunny."
"I thought it was pretty sad that youíll never make an honest man of me." John tried to look mournful, something that was more than a little difficult as he thrust into Rodney with ever-increasing speed.
Rodney only managed to grunt in response before pulling John closer to kiss him. John groaned into Rodneyís mouth, so close but fighting to hold one, wanting to feel Rodney come while he was fucking him.
Rodney moaned and clenched down around Johnís cock, humping forward as much as possible given their position, the friction on his erection not quite enough to get him offóuntil John slammed inward and hit his prostate.
Rodney came first, but John was the one howling as the strong spasms wrenched his own climax from him so close on the heels of Rodneyís that they were virtually simultaneous. He cried out, continuing to thrust into Rodney as they both rode out the pleasure, clinging desperately to Rodneyís hips.
"Oh fuck that was good," Rodney gasped, shivering as John continued to rock into him.
"Christ, that was so far past good that I donít have a word for it," John panted, nuzzling his throat.
"Needófeetófloor," Rodney groaned, beginning to shift his position to get down.
John grumbled his reluctance to separate, but he carefully pulled out of Rodney and adjusted his grip to allow the other man to get his feet under him.
"And now bed."
"Are you ever not demanding?" John chuckled, an arm sliding around Rodney as they staggered toward the bed.
Rodney rolled his eyes even as he pushed at Johnís jacket and shirt, getting them off his shoulders and onto the floor, leaving the other man half naked. "If I wasnít, youíd think I was a clone."
"Good point. And does that mean Iím actually allowed to get undressed now?"
"Well, I hardly think sleeping would be comfortable if you were wearing them." As Rodney spoke, he was shuffling to the bed and dropping down onto it.
"Hey, I take nothing for granted with you!" John watched Rodney with a fond smile while hastily undressing and laying his uniform over the back of a chair to minimize the wrinkles.
"Good man," Rodney sighed, curling over and around John the moment he got into bed.
"Nice to know you still like me even without the uniform," John murmured, smiling faintly as he wrapped an arm around Rodney.
Rodney yawned and nuzzled Johnís throat. "Like I said; the uniformís nothing without you."
"I love you too."
"Good man," Rodney sighed. "Very good man."
"You can have a bone later."
"And I promise not to chew it."
"I repeat, good man. Now be quiet so we can nap."
Chuckling, John kissed his temple and then closed his eyes, quickly falling into a light doze. Rodney smiled and snuggled closer, relaxing as well, his expression one of pure contentment.
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