Baby Daddy
"Look at what you did to me!"
John poked his head over the book he was reading, cocking an eyebrow at Rodney. "You weren't complainin' when it happened."
Rodney spun around, his hands resting on his hips. "Yes, well, I can't say that I knew *this* was going to happen!" He cried, gesturing to his distended belly.
He rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to the comic book in his hands. "C'mon, McKay. Even Canada has high school health classes."
"Cute," Rodney bit out, turning back to the chest of clothes he was digging through in an attempt to find a shirt that would cover his growing belly. "You think you're clever, don't you?"
"Not to mention devilishly handsome," John grinned, dropping the comic onto their bed and crossing the room, wrapping his arms around Rodney's waist.
Rolling his eyes, he looked at John through the mirror with a slight frown on his face. "I can't even fit into my clothes anymore."
"What about those pants Teyla made for you? You said they were comfortable," he asked, turning him around gently and closing the lid on the chest before sitting him down on it.
"They are. I just--" he paused, watching as John sank to his knees in front of him and reached for the waistband of his boxers. "What are you doing?"
He looked up at him, his hazel eyes sparkling mischievously. "Well, I was gonna try to be sneaky, but clearly that didn't work. I thought I'd suck your cock."
"Right now?" He asked incredulously, waving his hand absently through the air. "I have a staff meeting in twenty minutes!"
"Like it'll take you that long. Please," he snorted, patting Rodney on the hip so that he could slip his shorts down his legs. "Even before you were pregnant you couldn't last twenty minutes."
"Yes, well I--"
Rodney could feel the words catching in his throat when John's mouth wrapped around him, his tongue tracing unintelligible designs on the underside of his cock. It hardly took anything to get him hard and leaking anymore due to his pregnancy, a fact that John used to his advantage on many occasions.
He could feel his head spinning as John inched his way down, nuzzling his six-months pregnant belly with his nose as he did so.
"God, John--" he moaned, his hand reaching out to fist in his dark, messy hair. "Fuck."
Sheppard chuckled, a low, vibrating noise that made Rodney throw his head back and moan loudly. "You're such a... God--"
"Hmmm?" John asked, looking up at him through his dark lashes.
"A fucking show off," Rodney muttered, lifting his hips up to meet John's mouth. "Oh--"
John pulled back slightly, locking his hazel eyes with McKay's blue ones as he nursed gently on the dark head of his cock. "You like this, huh?" He teased, licking the slit with his tongue. He didn't bother to wait for a response before moving down again, pushing his length against the back of his throat.
McKay could feel the heat building in his groin and he jerked up again, gripping John's hair tighter when he swallowed around him, taking him deeper into his throat. "Fuuuck--" he groaned, his body tensing as he came, spurting his seed into John's mouth.
He slumped against the wall behind him as John continued to lick at his rapidly softening cock, cleaning him off before sitting back on his heels, a smug grin on his lips.
"Don't look at me like that," he mumbled, unable to do more than swat John's hands away as he tried to place them on his belly. "Don't do that either. No touching... you know the rules."
"Yeah, yeah. You and your rules," he said, the smile still plastered on his face as he helped Rodney back into his boxers. "You know, it's my baby too."
"Yes, but who's carrying said child?" Rodney asked, his eyes just barely open as he pointed at his own chest. "That's right. Me."
John rolled his eyes and pushed himself to his feet, biting back a groan at the way his knees protested the harsh treatment. "Well, you'd better get up, Baby Daddy. You're gonna be late for your meeting."
He forced his eyes open again, offering John a glare. "You know I hate it when you call me that."
"Well, I love it," he grinned again, helping Rodney to his feet and kissing him soundly. "Just like I love your belly."
Rodney smiled, a small crooked one that didn't quite meet his eyes. "You're strange, you know that? No one in their right mind would like this."
"Maybe I'm not in my right mind then, but I love it. Makes you glow," he said, leaning down and kissing his stomach, his lips curving into a smile when their baby kicked at him gently. "See? Little John Junior agrees."
He sighed, rolling his eyes. "Not everyone is accepting as you about... my current state," he admitted reluctantly, not missing the way John's eyes darkened slightly. "And stop calling him John Junior. We are *not* naming him that."
"What's your suggestion then? Meredith? You want to torture a second generation with your parent's horrible choice for a boy's name?"
"Very funny, Colonel," he said, his face set into a firm frown, though there was none of his usual venom behind the words.
John simply chuckled, watching from his place sitting on the end of the bed as Rodney pulled on a pair of the modified pants that Teyla had made up for him, pulling the wide elastic waistband over his belly. He could see the tension leaving his shoulders as the band took on some of the weight of his tummy, helping to relieve the pressure that his back felt most of the time.
"Better?"
"Much," Rodney agreed, nearly moaning in relief as he tugged a shirt over his head followed by a usually too-large hoodie. "What are your plans for today?"
"Oh, not much. Just gonna hunt down everyone who ever said anything about your beautiful belly and beat them to a pulp."
"John--"
"Kidding. I was just kidding," he assured him, standing up and cupping his soft cheeks in his hands to kiss him again. "I've got some paperwork, but I'll meet you in the mess at noon for lunch, okay?"
Rodney nodded, leaning in and stealing another kiss. "Yes, yes, of course. I have to go."
John watched as he left their room, the door sliding shut almost silently behind him. Glancing down at his lap, he sighed quietly before closing his eyes and willing his own erection away.
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It had been nearly five hours since he saw Rodney last when he finally reached the mess hall, and he couldn't stop the smile that spread across his lips when he saw him sitting at their usual table. Leaning against the wall, he watched as Rodney ate his food, his free hand rubbing circles on his belly absently.
John made himself comfortable, making sure he was off to the side of the hall as he continued to watch him, glad that his loose-fitting shirt was long enough when untucked to hide the growing tent in his BDU's. He frowned slightly when Rodney's free hand left his belly, but it disappeared a moment later when the hand returned, continuing the mindless rubbing motion after turning the page in the book he was reading.
Unfortunately for John, it didn't take Rodney long to sense his presence and wave him over, a mild look of irritation on his face at the thought of him standing there staring for God knows how long.
"You're a creeper," he said simply, taking another bite of his sandwich as his other hand continued rubbing his belly.
"It's part of the package, buddy. Take it or leave it."
Rodney cocked an eyebrow at him before shaking his head. "If only you weren't so damn good in bed, I might have to consider that."
"So that's all I am to you, is it?" He sniffed, pretending to pout. "Just an anonymous sex object?"
Closing his book, McKay turned and looked at him, his eyes flitting down to John's crotch momentarily before meeting his eyes again. "Don't think that I didn't see *that*, Colonel."
"I cant help it," he whispered, reaching over and resting his hand on Rodney's belly. "I mean, it's good when I touch it, but when you're just sittin' over here rubbing away at it... what the hell do you think it's gonna do to me?"
Rodney offered him a slightly confused look, and it made John want to kiss him until he understood that he loved him no matter what. "You seriously... you like me when I'm like this?"
"I love *you*, Rodney. And yes, that includes you when you're pregnant. Especially since you're carrying my baby. Our baby."
Shifting slightly on the stiff plastic chair he was sitting on, Rodney reached over and placed his hand on John's thigh, inching it higher until he could feel how painfully hard he seemed to be. "Wow. Even heartfelt admissions of love don't calm you down, do they?"
"Really, it only makes it worse," he admitted, moving slightly so Rodney's hand was pressing more firmly on his prominent erection.
"You're insane," leaning over, he gave John a peck on the lips and stood, their hands separating from each other's bodies. "Are you still hungry?"
"Only for one thing, but I'm pretty sure they don't have it here."
Rodney smirked, not missing the sheen of sweat that was on Sheppard's brow. "C'mon. I think I know where you can get what you want."