John snuck a look around as he mentally overrode the codes which locked Rodney's door. With one final glance down either side of the hallway, he slipped inside.


John had been in Rodney's room before, but never alone, and never with this intention. He stuck his hand into his pocket and pulled out the little memory stick. As computers went, John knew how to do, well, what he knew how to do. When something went wrong with his computer, he either shut it all off for a minute, or he got someone else, usually McKay, to fix it for him. But he'd gotten McKay to give him a crash course on how to back-up files onto memory sticks. He'd said that he'd had enough of losing files and then having to get someone else to retrieve them for him, but that wasn't the real reason. The real reason was what had brought him to Rodney's room tonight. He had paid close attention to Rodney's demonstration, and felt pretty confident that he'd be able to do it himself. He'd even practiced a few times on his own computer before committing to this act of... would thievery be the right term for what he was doing? ... no, he was only borrowing. But now that the perfect moment had actually presented itself, and he had made the trek over to Rodney's room - not that it was much of a trek with the transporters, just a few steps down his hall and a few more down Rodney's - he wasn't feeling quite as sure of himself as he had been when he'd planned this little escapade. Taking a deep breath, he stepped properly into the room and faced the laptop sitting on Rodney's desk.


John looked down at the little red stick in his hand, sighed, and then went the rest of the way over to the computer. He sat down at the desk, lifted the laptop's screen, and turned it on. He felt some of his confidence return as the screen lit up. He didn't know exactly what he had expected it to do - it wasn't as if Rodney would rig his computer to blow up if anyone other than himself turned it on, and John was pretty sure that even Rodney couldn't make it recognize only his own fingerprints - but still, seeing the familiar blue screen was a relief.


He thought for a moment when the computer prompted for the password. He had known that Rodney would protect his computer, so he'd thought long and hard about what the password might be. Ultimately, he'd come down to three choices. He made his final decision by means of the sophisticated 'eenie meenie miney moe' technique, and typed it in. Surprisingly, the one his mother said was not it, actually was. He smiled as the computer accepted the password and let him into Rodney's system.


A couple minutes later, John was sneaking out of Rodney's room with a full memory stick in his pocket.


~~~~


John stared, somewhat bewildered, at all the files he'd downloaded from Rodney's computer. He hadn't wanted to take so much, but he had no idea where Rodney would store what he was looking for. So, he started opened them randomly.


Five files into it, and John was getting discouraged. What if he hadn't copied the right file? What if Rodney didn't even have it on his computer? However, he doubted this - Rodney was so the type of person to make a birthday list. Even if he wouldn't get any of the items on it until their next trip to Earth, and even if he would have to buy everything on it himself. it was just the kind of thing that Rodney McKay would do.


John had thought at length about what to get Rodney for his birthday, but he just couldn't think of anything. He had even started trying to get the information in a deceptive sort of way. "You know what I really want?", he'd asked McKay over the table at lunch one day. "A surf board. I'd love to go surfing! What about you?". "I don't know how to surf.", was Rodney's reply. Then he'd come up with this plan, but it wasn't... wait a minute...


John smiled as he opened a file named "personal". What was more personal than Rodney's birthday list? But then he saw what was and, before he could stop himself, John had clicked the icon entitled "Journal" and begun reading.


Rodney had kept a journal on his computer long before they had come to Atlantis. John felt a little bad reading it, but it was so much more interesting than War and Peace. Besides, what would it hurt if Rodney never knew? Anyway, if Rodney had made a birthday list, and John was still absolutely positive that he had, surely it would be in his journal.


John skipped over all the boring stuff about Rodney's time in Russia. Most of it was about how much his job sucked, about how much is talent was being wasted, and about all the things he wanted to do to screw with the project leaders and the blonde-haired miss who had landed him in this hell-hole. Scrolling down, John soon came to the good part - the part about Atlantis. He quickly skimmed over each page looking for words that popped out at him.


He didn't see any for awhile, but then one four letter word popped out so hard it almost hit him in the face,


John.


'Hmm, Rodney writes about me in his diary', John thought as he read that page thoroughly. It wasn't anything interesting at first, just how much John got on his nerves, and how he hated the way John ordered him around when they were off-world, and a few sentences that Rodney would say to John if he ever worked up enough courage. Sentences that contained words like idiot, moron, pig-headed Neanderthal, hot, gorgeous, slick.... wait a second... John blinked, and then went back to re-read the words that steadily changed from bad to good. He scrolled down hurriedly to the next page, his interest now well and truly piqued.


< I don't know what's wrong with Sheppard. He really must be blind, or maybe it's just that he's so heterosexual that all he is capable of seeing are breasts. I won't openly flirt with him because, as I've always believed that if a person returns your interest, then they'll notice even the tiniest things. But I am beginning to grow tired of this game. There have been a lot of times when he has come into the lab when I was the only one there. One of these days, he'll do that and I'll just shove him against the wall and kiss him senseless. Ah, but who am I kidding? Even I don't really believe that. But I guess wanting, and not being able to have, is what fantasies are for.>


John was stunned. Was Rodney really writing those things about him? Did Rodney really have a crush on him? Was he really flirting with John? Was John really that blind? Really? Or did Rodney know that he was going to steal... no, borrow... files from his computer? Had he made these bogus journal entries to teach John a lesson? John doubted that Rodney would take the time, or effort, to put fake entries into his journal. So, they must be real.


John scrolled through a few more pages and read another entry. By now, almost all the entries were about him. Or, to be more accurate, about Rodney's fantasies about him.





John blew out a gust of air and fanned himself for a moment, willing his erection to subside. No, these definitely weren't fake entries. If Rodney had known that John was going to take these files from his computer, he'd have taken them, burned them, put the ashes in a box full of dirt from Transylvania, and thrown it into the nearest unstable vortex.


Of course, John couldn't stop reading. Rodney was now using the journal to keep track of everything they did in his dreams. Sometimes there were extremely detailed scenarios, sometimes he just typed in a single word or a phrase, something to spark a new fantasy he wanted to think about.


As John read the entries, he could see the images and details unfolding in his mind. He could actually see himself licking Rodney's nipples, and sucking Rodney's dick, and fingering Rodney's hole.


John had completely forgotten about looking for the birthday list.


~~~~~


"Are you alright Sheppard?", Rodney asked as they stood in the 'gate room waiting for the 'gate to be dialed. John looked up from the spot he'd been staring at on the floor, "I'm fine.", he said.


'Oh shit,' he thought. 'Now I'm the one doing the day dreaming.'


He'd never before had a sexual thought about Rodney, not since the day they'd met. He had thought that Rodney was a nice looking human being, and rather attractive, even if it was a sort of attractive that was different from the attractive John was usually attracted to - not that he was attracted to Rodney. At least not then. Now, of course, was a different story.


John was relieved to find that it was relatively easy to focus on the mission. After all, that was what military training was for. But he kept his eyes open, watching Rodney. They'd been on the planet for about fifteen minutes. Teyla had gone to talk to the local 'head of whatever', Ronon was standing at the edge of the forest looking into the trees, probably hoping to see something to shoot, and Rodney and John were sitting on a large stone bench in the garden.


'There it is!', John thought. Rodney had glanced over at him for a second, before returning his eyes to the statue that stood in front of them. Rodney then picked a flower, which looked rather like a large blue daisy, and began picking off the petals one by one. It looked very much like he was playing 'he loves me he loves me not'.


John slowly and ever so discreetly slid his thigh a touch closer to Rodney's, and one of the large blue petals fell onto it. Rodney reached down and brushed the petal off John's leg, using a lot more of his hand than was really necessary. Looked at John he smiled and said "Sorry." Then he licked his lips, just slowly enough to make sure that John noticed.


John smiled back, "It's okay," he said.


Inside, he was slapping himself as hard as he could. 'How could I have missed all that!?', he screamed at himself. It was completely obvious to him now that Rodney was flirting with him.


"So Rodney, your birthday is coming up in a few days. What do you want?" John asked, really not meaning to, but, hey, that's the price you pay for not knowing what you're going to say before you open your mouth.


"Nothing. And don't you dare tell anyone. I don't even know how *you* know. I hate people fussing over birthdays." Rodney replied.


"Rodney, do you really think that no one knows? I'd be surprised if there is a single person on the mainland who doesn't know."


"Really?"


"Really."


"Damn."


~~~~~


John found himself sitting on his bed with his laptop balanced on his knees reading another entry in Rodney's journal. It had been three days since he'd found it, Rodney's birthday was tomorrow, and John still didn't know what get him. He was, however, on the last entry in the journal.


Rodney's journal was one of the most intense things John had ever read. Rodney had gone into great detail, meticulously describing the feelings and sounds and sensations as he wrote about John touching him. John finished reading the final entry on a moan. He hurriedly pulled open his pants to release his swollen cock. Lying down, with one arm flung over his eyes, he pumped his cock slowly. Jerking off with the images Rodney had described filling his head.


"Fuck Rodney." He said aloud, as his heart rate started slowing following the massive orgasm that had just racked his body. Looking over at the laptop to turn it off, John suddenly noticed one word that he had missed before.


"Ah ha!" he said, and turned off the computer.


Now he knew exactly what he was going to give Rodney for his birthday. He would have to time it perfectly though, and hope that Rodney really liked playing out his fantasies. If not... well, John would be screwed before he got screwed.


~~~~~~~~~~~~


The next day, John woke up early, took a shower and got dressed. He made sure he put on his tac vest, even though he wasn't going off world. He removed the usual items from his vest pockets, and replaced them with the things he'd need to carry out his plan. He grabbed a life signs detector and left the room quietly. He knew Rodney wouldn't be working today, his birthday was the one day Rodney refused to work, unless there was an absolute dire emergency. He used the detector to locate Rodney and followed him, making sure to keep himself perfectly hidden.


John followed Rodney into one of the unused parts of the city that had been deemed safe, but not necessary.
Since that part of the city was unused, it was dim, lit only with emergency lighting. The dimness of the area made it perfect for John's plan, and it also made it easier for him to stay hidden until he was ready to reveal himself.


Once they were far enough away from the main part of the city, John moved a little closer to Rodney, but remained in the shadows. There were a couple of times when Rodney turned around, as if looking to see if he was being followed. But John was good at being invisible, and Rodney never even looked in his direction.


John watched as Rodney walked over to a large glass window that looked into what was, more than likely, a lab of some sort. He was studying a piece of machinery that lay on a table just inside the window.


John opened one of his vest pockets and pulled out a piece of rope, draping it over his shoulders. Silently, John moved closer. All of a sudden, he jumped out of the shadows and pushed Rodney against the glass, holding Rodney's head in a way that would keep him from seeing John's face.


John pressed Rodney harder into the glass when he struggled and protested loudly.


"Be quiet!", he growled.


"Sheppard!?", Rodney squeaked.


John gripped Rodney's shoulder to turn him around. He then pushed Rodney back into the glass, this time with his back against it. John used one hand to hold Rodney's wrists together and the other to tie them with the rope.


"What the hell are you doing!?" Rodney shouted.


"I said be quiet!" John growled again.


He left a little of the rope dangling from Rodney's wrists and used it to pull Rodney along after him. Having visited just about every "safe" part of the city for his morning and evening runs, John knew pretty much all there was to know about Atlantis. He pulled Rodney over to a room that may have been used as a sparring room ten thousand years ago. There was a large hook hanging from the ceiling. John had no idea what it's original purpose had been, but he knew what it would be used for today.


He tied the extra length of the rope around the hook, positioning Rodney so his feet could touch the floor, but not allowing him to be able to do much else.


"Sheppard..." Rodney was beginning to sound a little scared.


John pulled a neck tie out of another pocket.


"You can either shut up, or I'll gag you." he threatened.


Rodney closed his lips tight and obeyed the command for silence.


John took out his knife and cut Rodney's shirt up the front, pushing the two halves out of his way. He then ran a hand up and down Rodney's chest, noting with pleasure that the man hadn't lied in his journal when he said his nipples were very sensitive.


Next, John knelt down and removed Rodney's boots, throwing them to the side. He slowly stood back up, feeling Rodney's eyes on him, noting the slight fear and excitement that were present in them.


He ran the tip of his blade very gently down Rodney's chest, making sure not to actually cut him. He stuck the tip of one finger into the waistband of Rodney's pants and slid it from one side to the other, keeping his eyes locked on Rodney's the entire time.


He unbuttoned Rodney's pants and pushed them down, along with his boxers, watching with satisfaction as Rodney's erect cock sprang free. Then he knelt down again and pulled Rodney's remaining clothes off. Like before, he took extra time in standing up, stopping for just a moment to let out a hot breath over Rodney's hard cock. He smiled as Rodney tried to buck his hips toward the heat and away from it at the same time.


John stood up fully and walked a tight circle around Rodney, running his hand gently along his waist as he went .


"Sheppa..." Rodney began, but was cut off abruptly as John closed his lips over his open mouth and thrust his tongue inside. John was amazed that a man's mouth could taste so good. Rodney tasted of coffee and something sweet, maybe a donut.


As they kissed, John ran his hands down Rodney's body and wrapped his hand around Rodney's throbbing cock. He gave it a light squeeze and swallowed the moan that escaped Rodney's mouth. Panting hard, John took a step back and unzipped his own pants very slowly, feeling Rodney's eyes on him the entire time. He pushed them down, revealing his own engorged cock, and heard Rodney moan softly. He reached up and lifted a flap on the vest to slowly pull out a tube of KY that he'd secretly borrowed from the infirmary.
Rodney's eyes widened at this, and he opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again when John wagged his finger and pulled the edge of the tie out of its pocket.


John took great pleasure in moving extra slow, letting Rodney see every thing he was doing. It took twice as long as it should have to twist the cap off the tube. John squeezed a good amount into the palm of his hand and slowly coated three fingers of the other hand with it.


He moved back over to Rodney and kissed him again, hard on the mouth. He then moved to the side, just enough to still be able to kiss Rodney, but also able to reach around him and slowly screw one slick finger into his ass.


John ate every sound Rodney made as he prepared him, adding another finger, and then another, twisting them around inside Rodney, and spreading them as far as he could, stretching Rodney's hole.


Then John put his hand on Rodney's shoulder and gave him a push, making him spin three times before stopping him with his back to John's chest. John moved his hips closer to Rodney's, pressing his cock to Rodney's ass, making them both groan.


He aligned himself with Rodney's hole and pressed in, hard and fast enough to be slightly rough without actually hurting Rodney. He stopped when he felt his balls press against Rodney's bare ass. He lowered his head and sucked hard on Rodney's neck, hoping he could feel the blood trying to rush into his mouth, only Rodney's skin stopping it.. Then he bit the spot, hard enough to leave a mark without breaking the skin. Rodney grunted loudly in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Then John ran his tongue out and licked the marks his teeth had made. "Mmm", Rodney moaned, and John had no doubt that the man was enjoying this.


John pulled out almost all the way and then thrust back in. He set up a steady driving rhythm as he fucked Rodney, the sex almost violent, without being harmful.


John hissed in a breath through his teeth as he fucked Rodney in the ass as hard as he could. He could feel his climax approaching fast. He wanted to reach around and grab Rodney's cock, but resisted. He had another plan, he just hoped that Rodney didn't come before John wanted him to.


Rodney began panting and moaning in earnest now. He was trying to thrust back onto John, but John had made sure that Rodney only had limited movement. He wanted him to feel helpless and out of control, and, judging by the sounds Rodney was making, John had succeeded.


John reached around and held the base of Rodney's cock very tightly with two fingers and his thumb. He knew that this would keep Rodney from coming until he let go. John's thrusts became jerky and slow. He was pressing in harder each time, trying to bury himself as deeply as possible inside Rodney. John grunted and bit down hard on Rodney's shoulder as he came.


Rodney's face was red and he looked whipped, beaten, tired. John lightened his grip on Rodney's cock, and moved around in front of him. He kissed Rodney once again and then lowered himself to his knees. He was determined to give Rodney the best blow job ever. He opened his mouth and moved closer to Rodney's cock, then leaned back again as if he'd changed his mind. He stood up, removed Rodney's ear piece and then his own and threw them onto the nearby bench. "No waking up." John whispered as he lowered himself back to his knees.


John ran his tongue along the tip of Rodney's cock licking up the bead of precum and moaning at the salty sweet taste. He put his tongue out again, this time running it just under the rim of the head. Rodney groaned and tried to pull away, but couldn't.


John closed his lips around the head of Rodney's cock and sucked hard, running his tongue over the tip again. He looked up at Rodney when he felt Rodney's hips move forward slightly. Rodney had his head thrown back and his mouth wide open on a silent moan. John groaned around Rodney's cock at the sight.
John began sliding Rodney's cock in and out of his mouth, sucking hard. He let his teeth lightly graze the head now and again, which made Rodney make noises that sent shivers down John's spine. He loved that he was the reason Rodney was making those sounds, he wanted to see what else he could do to get those sounds out of him.


John moved his head faster, applying more pressure and finally released his hold of Rodney's cock. Not long after, Rodney was making almost inhuman sounds and John felt Rodney's come squirt hot and thick into his mouth. He swallowed greedily, milking Rodney's cock for all it was worth. Finally, the spurts stopped and John pulled his head back, licking Rodney's cock clean.


John stood up, and pressed another kiss into Rodney's mouth. Rodney was pliant now, ready to accept John's claim. John then moved away from Rodney and picked up his pants and boxers. He carefully helped Rodney into them, and then his shoes.


John returned to face Rodney and kissed him again. He untied Rodney's wrists and gently licked the red marks that the ropes had left. "Happy Birthday." John said and handed Rodney an envelope out of another of his vest pockets.


Rodney opened and read the card with a smile. He then unfolded the piece of paper that had been inside the card. It had a single word typed on it.


Rape


Rodney's eyes shot up to John's. "You read my journal!", he said, but there was no real anger in his voice.


John simply smiled and said again "Happy Birthday".


END