Note: Based on the pictures, the shorts really arenít that bad, but all the descriptions and complaints in forums and blogs talked about "short shorts", so we went with it.
John took one look at the contents of the package heíd received from Earth and groaned. Atlantis was far enough away that changes in uniform in the services took a little time to filter through to them, but John had been aware of the new regulation PT gear that had come out a while back, and heíd finally requisitioned some. What had the powers that be been thinking? he wondered. The t-shirt was fineónot much you could do to one of thoseóas were the jacket and running pantsóhe liked the reflective striping on those, not that he had to worry about being run over in the corridors of Atlantisóbut the shorts...
He shook his head, grabbing the short shorts that reminded him of Bruce Jenner back in the seventies, and turned to stuff them to the very back of a drawer, hopefully never to be seen again.
It was months later when Rodney was scrounging around in a drawer, looking for something to wear that he found them. "We need to get that laundry back," he muttered grumpily before frowning as he drew out a soft pair of shorts. "What the..." He held them up, noting the Air Force insignia, then looked toward the bed where John was reading.
"Oh, Colonel... I have something for you," he called sweetly, turning so that John could see what he held.
It took a moment for John to look up, but the moment he did, his expression changed. "Oh shit," he muttered. "Track pants," he said emphatically, trying to head Rodney off at the pass. "I wear the track pants, not the shorts, to run."
Rodney grinned slyly at that. "Who said anything about running?"
"You are a sick, sick man," John announced, caught between laughter and groaning.
"And you love every minute of it." Rodney threw the shorts in Johnís direction. "Put Ďem on, Colonel."
"What are you going to do when I run out of uniforms you havenít seen yet?" John laughed, getting to his feet to shrug out of his uniform and pull on the shorts. He held his arms out, letting Rodney get a good look at him wearing nothing but the shorts and his dog tags.
"I guess weíll just have to wait and see," Rodney murmured, his voice deepening with appreciation.
"Iíll just have to come up with some other way to keep your interest." John hooked a thumb in the waistband, dragging the shorts down a little.
"Hands off!" Rodney exclaimed. "I found Ďem; I get to play with Ďem!"
Laughing, John raised the offending members over his head. "You gonna pull a weapon on me next?"
Rodney leered at him at that and waggled his eyebrows. "Iíve got just the weapon for you."
John burst into laughter. "How long have you been waiting for the opportunity to say that?"
"Thatíll be my secret," Rodney sniffed, pulling the waistband of Johnís shorts out, then snapping it back into place, making John jump slightly.
"Hey! You break it, you donít get to play with it."
"Oh, it wasnít even near anything breakable," Rodney sniffed.
"Excuse me?! Iím not that small!"
"Your waistband was over your belly button! You arenít a horse!"
John smirked. "Well, you seem to like riding me..."
"You are so sick," Rodney said witheringly.
"And you love it," John retorted.
"No, I love you."
That had John grabbing Rodney and pulling him into a hard kiss, the scientist relaxing against him, his hands roaming over the silky nylon fabric covering Johnís ass.
"So do something with me," John suggested breathlessly when his mouth moved over Rodneyís jaw.
"I am," Rodney murmured, sighing with pleasure, "Iím enjoying you."
"Oh, well then, enjoy away." John rocked against him, shuddering at the sensation.
"Oh, I plan to," Rodney said, tilting his head up to grin at John as he continued to massage his ass through his shorts.
"Oh good," John panted, squirming slightly as Rodney played with him.
"I like these shorts," Rodney grinned, slowly dropping to his knees to mouth John through the fabric.
"Theyíre growing on m-me too," John gasped out, his fingers flexing on Rodneyís shoulders.
Rodney chuckled at that. "So I can see."
John laughed shakily. "I love your kinks."
"I love your uniforms," Rodney short back, nibbling at the skin just above the waistband.
"Remind me to keep anyone else in a uniform away from you," John said, shivering as tremors of arousal chased up and down his spine.
"Doesnít work, just you," Rodney mumbled, nipping the thin flesh and sliding a hand up Johnís leg to skim his fingers over the inner lining that molded to Johnís body.
"Oh good. Iíd hate to have to get r-rid of the entire military contingent of Atlantis," John said, catching his breath as Rodneyís fingers drew closer to where he wanted them.
"As if any of them could interest me," Rodney snorted.
"Lucky me." John bit back a moan as Rodney continued to tease him.
"Lucky both of us," Rodney corrected, before sucking on the head of Johnís erection through the smooth material.
John nodded jerkily, his eyes on Rodneyís mouth as it worked him. "Yours," he rasped out, causing Rodney to groan, the sound vibrating over his sensitized flesh. "Oh fuck," John whimpered before catching his lower lip between teeth and shuddering, hot pleasure racing along every nerve ending.
Rodney pulled back, dragging the waistband down so that the head of Johnís erection peeked over it, then licked at the fleshy knob, shuddering in pleasure at the taste of his precome and making Johnís fingers bite into his shoulders as the colonel fought to keep himself upright.
"Jesus, Rodney," he groaned, staring down at Rodney with lust-darkened eyes.
"Hmm?" Rodney hummed, continuing what he was doing.
"So fucking hot," John rasped, biting his lip when Rodney shifted slightly and he saw that pink tongue dart out to catch a drop of precome as soon as it formed.
"Yeah, you are," Rodney breathed. "You in these shorts... Inferno." He closed in again, sucking Johnís length, using every bit of skill he possessed.
"God, not gonna last," John warned breathlessly.
Rodney pulled back at that, scrambling to his feet to pull John toward the bed. "Oh no, not without being in me, you arenít."
John chuckled shakily. "So what are we waiting for?"
Rodney only purred at that, shoving John down onto his back and stripping off his own clothes, grabbing for the lube as he straddled Johnís waist, the silky material of his shorts brushing against his thighs.
Unable to resist, John reached for him, stroking Rodneyís erection with a hungry expression on his face. "So fucking hot," he rasped.
Rodney groaned as he squirted some gel onto his fingers and spread it around. Reaching behind himself, he rocked into Johnís touch as he pressed his fingers inside himself, feeling the tight muscles give way.
"God, I love watching you do that," John whispered, drinking in every change of expression on Rodneyís face.
"Gonna love how this feels more," Rodney panted, pushing up onto his knees, pulling his fingers out as he positioned Johnís cock, then sank down on it, his eyes closing as he was filled.
"Fuck yeah," John groaned, his free hand gripping Rodneyís hip while the other stilled momentarily on Rodneyís cock as he shut his eyes as well and just felt him.
Rodney nodded in agreement before he began moving, rocking on Johnís cock and into his hand. Johnís eyes opened again to watch him, the sight as arousing as the sensations.
"Perfect," he rasped.
"Yeah, you are," Rodney whispered, "no matter what youíre wearing."
John smiled at him. "Back atcha." He arched up under Rodney, pushing deeper inside him, making Rodney groan and begin to move faster, driving them both on.
John half sat up and kissed Rodney, catching his hands in his as they moved together.
"God, need..." Rodney gasped, his whole body twisting with pleasure.
John nodded jerkily, staring into Rodneyís eyes. "Yeah, come on..."
"John!" Rodney wailed, his whole body tightening as he came, his semen spurting over Johnís chest.
Shudders wracked Johnís frame as he rode out Rodneyís climax, then kissed him ravenously while thrusting into him rapidly until he came as well.
"Mmm, we messed up your shorts," Rodney finally chuckled as he slumped over John.
"They gave their life in a good cause."
"Why am I not shocked that you donít care that theyíre deceased?"
"Because you know I wouldnít be caught dead wearing them outside of this room!"
Rodney snickered at the tone of his voice and rolled to the side, feeling John slip from him as he settled to the mattress beside him. John shifted onto his side, pillowing his head on Rodneyís shoulder and getting comfortable.
"I really like the way you like my uniforms," he chuckled.
"Yeah, Iíve noticed," Rodney murmured.
"Good thing you donít seem to mind repeats; Iím running out," John mumbled.
"You could try the female uniform," Rodney suggested with a grin.
"Donít have the legs for it."
"I disagree, though youíd have to shave then and eww, stubble."
"Eww, shaving!" John retorted, laughing. "You are a sick, sick man."
"And you love me for it."
Rodney smirked at that. "Then weíre all good."
John tilted his head to smile up at him. "We always are."
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