Category: First time
Summary: Brains versus brawn; winner takes all.
"I'm telling, you, Aiden, they know," Rodney insisted as he helped Aiden pull the large workout mat to the center of the floor.
"So? What difference does it make?" Aiden replied as he pulled off his sweatshirt and tossed it on the floor. "You aren't ashamed of me, are you?"
"That's not my point and you know it," Rodney said. "I'm just afraid that it might get out that you're gay."
"What if it does? If you knew how much trouble they went to in order to screen our people for tolerance you wouldn't be so worried. The standing joke is that given the low probability of our returning to Earth, the SGC sent every gay soldier it could find to Atlantis. And the ones who weren't gay were expected to adapt."
"You mean I could have had my pick?" Rodney teased.
"I thought I was your pick!"
"You were--are," Rodney said thoughtfully as he changed into his workout gear. "But if I'd known I had a bigger pool to select from--."
"You might have spent your time insulting someone else?"
"Nah," Rodney conceded after a few seconds' thought. "It wouldn't have been as much fun."
"Nice to know that I'm valued," Aiden said as he sat down on the mat. "Why don't you just wear your sneakers and sweats here?"
"I told you; I don't want anyone to know that I'm working out."
"Rodney, what do you want people to think? That Dr. Beckett gave you liposuction and implants?"
"Let's get back to the point," Rodney said after tossing Aiden a withering look. "John and Elizabeth know about us. You saw them in the conference room! John was all 'here, you sit beside Ford, Rodney,' and Elizabeth just smiled like a doting grandmother when we started arguing about the distance to the village. Normally, she would have cut us off in a heartbeat." Aiden shrugged insouciantly.
"You have a vivid imagination."
"I didn't imagine that! You were there! Tell me John doesn't know!"
"How would he know, unless you spend all your time in the field staring at my ass? Wait--you do, don't you?"
"Not all the time, no."
"Well, sometimes your back isn't turned!"
Aiden pulled Rodney into his lap and began to tickle him.
"You're a twisted, twisted man, Rodney McKay," he said. "If anyone had told me I'd end up with a twisted geek like you--."
"...A twisted genius, moderately buff geek like me," Rodney corrected as he tried to squirm out of harm's way.
"Whatever," Aiden said. He let Rodney go and he collapsed onto the mat to catch his breath. "I still wouldn't have believed it."
"Now, you're beginning to rethink your choices," Rodney said with a pout. Aiden leaned over to nuzzle his throat and nibble on his ear.
"Not if it means I'd have to put up with another cranky, big-mouthed, arrogant, pudgy, geeky scientist."
"I am not pudgy!"
"Not anymore, no, but if I dumped you I'd have to start over, wouldn't I?"
"You may as well keep me, then," Rodney said, pulling him into his arms. "You've got me just the way you want me." Aiden let Rodney pull him into a kiss and then pushed him away.
"Not exactly the way I want you, so warm up." He smiled unrepentantly when Rodney groaned.
"You do realize that if I get any more fit you might have serious competition for my luscious bod."
"I'll take that risk."
Rodney sighed and sat up to start stretching. Truth be told, he enjoyed his workouts with Aiden as much as the sex they invariably had afterwards. In fact, Rodney characterized Aiden's reward system as the greatest incentive plan since green stamps. Of course, Rodney took perverse pleasure in goading Aiden into drill sergeant mode. There was just something about seeing Aiden's bad-assed Marine persona that Rodney found extremely sexy. He spent an afternoon one day trying to analyze his fascination with it, but he eventually gave up, concluding that (a) his reasons were probably kinkier than he wanted to know about and (b) he was probably acting like a lovesick teenager.
He glanced over at Aiden, who was doing crunches with an ease Rodney envied even after a month of training. Of course, he took pride in the fact that he'd upped his count from six to twenty-two crunches in a minute, but Aiden could not only do them faster, he did them for twice as long. On the other hand, Rodney didn't envy Aiden's prowess doing push-ups. He could enjoy watching Aiden do sets of push-ups for days without feeling any desire to attempt a single one.
"Focus," the Marine barked. Rodney smiled and pushed himself to do a few more crunches.
After a short post-warm-up water break, they went to the mat and began to work on Rodney's combat techniques. They loosened up with a few take-down moves and took turns attacking one another. Aiden took their training very seriously, so when Rodney threw himself on top of Aiden's prone body and nibbled his throat, Aiden punished him by making Rodney run five laps around the room. When he was done, Aiden gave him a drink of water and announced that they'd do a few kicks.
"This isn't going to hurt, is it?" Rodney asked.
"That depends on two things," Aiden replied with a grin that did nothing to inspire confidence, "how quickly you can react and whether or not you're wearing a cup."
"I don't own a cup!" Rodney cried.
"Then you'd better react," Aiden said as he began to circle Rodney. He began his lecture on technique as he moved, occasionally bringing up his leg in a kick that stopped mere inches from Rodney's trembling body. It was all Rodney could do to keep Aiden in his sight. He tried not to step back when Aiden kicked. He told himself that he would not be able to do so during an actual fight, but until Aiden told him what he should do, he was left feeling pathetically inept, frightened and dodging imaginary blows to his head. "Now it's your turn," Aiden abruptly announced.
He showed Rodney a kick and they practiced it several times on each leg before he had Rodney attempt to kick at a moving target. Rodney's first attempt stopped a good two feet in front of Aiden.
"What the hell was that?" the drill sergeant in Aiden spat.
"I don't want to hit you," Rodney said.
"Do you want to hit a real attacker?"
"Yes, of course I do!"
"Well, if you don't practice actually trying to hit me, you're never going to hit him, either. Now don't worry about me," Aiden said. "Worry about your technique. I'll get out of your way."
"Are you sure?"
"Okay, okay!" He took a deep breath and kicked.
"Not bad for a geek. Again!"
When Rodney was exhausted, Aiden gave him a three minute break before announcing the resumption of the session.
"You've got two legs, right?"
"Have I mentioned how much I hate it when you go all butch like this?"
Rodney threw his left leg up and missed wildly.
"I'm a righty, I think." He smiled apologetically, but Aiden's glare sobered him right up.
Rodney made contact with Aiden's head and dropped him like a stone.
"Oh my God!" Rodney cried. He ran to the door and began to fumble with the key code.
"Where the hell are you going?" Aiden said. Rodney spun around.
"I thought you were dead."
"You didn't even look to see if I was unconscious!"
Rodney ran to his side and kneeled next to Aiden, who carefully sat up.
"I'm sorry," he said as he lightly stroked Aiden's temple and found a welt.
"It was an accident. I'll have to remember to bring helmets down on Wednesday."
"You want to do this again?" Rodney said incredulously.
"Rodney, it's no big, really."
"You wouldn't be saying that if it had been me who got kicked--would you?"
Aiden smiled and Rodney leaned in to kiss him.
"Hey yourself," Rodney replied curtly. "This session's over. Your eyes are glazed like donuts. You may have a concussion."
"Now who's going all butch?" Aiden said. "All right, session's over. Cool down."
"No, I'm taking you straight to the infirmary."
"No, you're going to cool down."
"I'm fine, Rodney, really," Aiden said soothingly as he leaned in to give Rodney a reassuring kiss. "I just have a little headache. All I probably need is some ice and a couple of aspirin. Now cool down and get changed so we can go."
Rodney bit his lip and held back the words that sprang to his tongue. He did as he was told and did a few stretches as he watched Aiden out of the corner of his eye. Aiden laid on the mat with one arm over his eyes for a few minutes before he sat up and joined Rodney in the stretches.
"Take your pulse."
"Still have one," Rodney said, dropping his hand only after a few seconds. Aiden slapped him on the leg and got to his feet.
"Come on, slacker boy." He pulled Rodney to his feet and wrapped his arms around him.
Rodney lived for this moment, when after their workouts, enervated and sweaty, they'd fall into each other's arms for a workout of an entirely different sort. He'd become addicted to the salty tang of Aiden's skin and the sound of moist flesh slapping against moist flesh. He reveled in his ability to satisfy the young, virile Marine and anticipated the end of every session when he'd morph from soldier into sensualist. But when Aiden just hugged Rodney tightly he knew that they'd forgo sex on this night. Rodney tried to quash his disappointment. Aiden was hurting and it was his fault.
"Stop thinking, damn it," Aiden chuckled as he turned his head to nuzzle Rodney's throat. "I can actually hear the wheels turning in your head."
"I'm--. I'm sorry," Rodney said as he pulled Aiden closer.
"Me, too," Aiden replied, understanding him completely.
"You said you'd get out of my way."
"I fully intended to. But I didn't move back because you'd been kicking short."
"You underestimated me." Rodney lifted his head to glare at Aiden. "Damn it, Aiden; you told me to kick hard and you didn't expect me to do it!"
"Rodney... Look; beginners rarely go as hard as you want them to. You have to push them. I wanted you to get in close to me. You didn't come forward, so I moved in."
"And nearly got your damned fool head taken off," Rodney said angrily as he pulled away. "I could have really hurt you."
"Not with that kick, Rodney," Aiden said with a roll of his eyes.
"Then why did you fall like that?"
"Smell of your feet?" Aiden said with a disarming grin. His ploy worked and Rodney was sufficiently distracted to allow Aiden to pull him close again. "Hey, let's go get a nice, hot shower."
"Let's? As in you and me in the same stall, let's?"
"Yeah, Rodney; you and me and hot water; afterwards we can settle in for a nice quiet evening together," Aiden suggested.
"You want to spend the evening with me?"
"You think I'm only interested in working your ass--in every sense of the word?" he chuckled. "Come on."
"You should have your head examined."
Aiden gave him a look.
"I've been telling myself that since we started this thing."
Rodney poked him in the ribs.
"I'm fine, Rodney. If I show any signs of a concussion I'll go to the infirmary. And you'll be there to watch me for signs, okay?"
"Okay." Rodney put the mat up and got his gear together. For once, he didn't bother changing his clothes. He simply threw his bag over his shoulder and went to collect Aiden, who was leaning against the wall observing him.
"I can walk," Aiden said when Rodney took his arm.
"Good, because if you think I'm carrying you, you really do need to have your head examined."
Rodney entered Aiden's room and dropped his bag. He did a slow turn as Aiden went into the bathroom and started the shower.
"Don't you spend any time in here?" Rodney asked.
"Sure," Aiden said when he returned to collect his lover. "I'm in here all the time."
"Where's your stuff?" Rodney asked as he was led into the bathroom and peeled out of his shirt.
"It's in the closet, in the drawers, on the shelves," Aiden said teasingly. "I've embraced a concept known as putting things away."
"You must not have brought much with you," Rodney said as he examined the knot on Aiden's head.
"Soldiers learn early on to travel light. We're rarely allowed to bring much into the field."
"Yeah, but don't you have any--."
"Rodney, take off your pants," Aiden said softly. Then he took his forefinger away from Rodney's lips and stepped into the shower. Rodney dropped his sweatpants and pulled them off. It belatedly occurred to him that Aiden hadn't done it for him--as he usually did--because it probably hurt his head to bend over. He sighed guiltily and stepped under the spray.
The hot water felt good, but being wrapped around Aiden felt even better and he let the combined sensations work their magic. Rodney kissed the back of Aiden's neck and nibbled his way toward his mouth as his hands caressed his slim torso, but when Rodney diverted from his intended path and trailed kisses up along a sideburn he caught sight of the lump on Aiden's temple. The sickening image of his foot making contact with his lover's head appeared before his eyes. He tightened his hold on Aiden and buried his face in his neck.
"What's up?" Aiden asked as he tried to look at him. Rodney didn't respond. Aiden tried to turn around and his movement pulled Rodney out of his reverie.
"Why don't you finish up in here?" he said as he abruptly stepped out of the shower and reached for his pants. "I'm going to go and find some ice for your head."
"I'm cool, Rodney," Aiden replied, but Rodney stepped into his shoes and grabbed his shirt before fleeing the bathroom. Aiden swore and made to follow, but by the time he reached the bathroom door, Rodney had left his quarters. Aiden sighed and leaned against the door frame, completely perplexed by Rodney's departure. When Rodney returned approximately ten minutes later, he found Aiden fully dressed and pulling on a watch cap.
"Where do you think you're going?" he demanded as he placed a tray on the desk.
"I was going to look for you," Aiden said. "The way you ran out of here before I wasn't sure you'd be back."
"I told you I was going to get some ice," Rodney said exasperatedly. "And since I was near the mess hall, I thought I should get us some dinner. You are supposed to be resting."
"I was worried about you!" Aiden reasoned.
"Bed. Now!" Rodney said in a tone that brooked no argument. Aiden simply raised his eyebrows. "Please; you taught me how to throw you down but I don't have the heart to do it to you in your current condition." Aiden smiled and shook his head.
"You're such a goof, man," he said as he pulled off his hat.
"What's up with this?" Rodney said as he took it from him.
"I didn't want to advertise my injury. People would ask questions and I'd be forced to explain that I'd been beaten up by a science geek," Aiden quipped as he sat down to untie his boots.
"As if you would ever tell anyone such a thing," Rodney replied. He brought the tray over and set it on the nightstand.
"Well, actually, I thought I might run into Major Sheppard out there and he would know exactly what happened, even if I didn't tell him."
"That's why you need this," Rodney said. He handed Aiden an ice pack. "I told the nurse my elbow was sore. She gave me two so I wouldn't have to come back," he said with a slight pout. Aiden got a chuckle out of that as he bent the pack to activate the chemical ice.
"What's for dinner?"
"I know you're into the Athosian stuff, but I prefer to eat meals I can identify," Rodney said as he passed Aiden an MRE.
"You can identify stuff in here?" Aiden teased as he looked at it.
"Enough to eat without fear of anaphylactic shock," Rodney confessed. They opened their meals and ate in companionable silence. Aiden ate one-handed, his other hand holding the ice pack. When Rodney was done he reached out and took over so that Aiden could finish his meal. "So what do you do for excitement around here?" he asked as he put the empty tray back on the desk. He returned to the bed, where Aiden had stretched out, and squeezed in beside him.
"I read sometimes, listen to my music... but I also spend a lot of time writing."
"Yeah; I keep journals. I started it when I went to Afghanistan. It helped pass the time and also helped me to put things into perspective, you know?" Aiden smiled brightly. "I started a new one just for you."
"Well, for stuff pertaining to you. I didn't want to mix that kind of personal stuff in with the rest, if you know what I mean."
Rodney hadn't a clue, but he nodded anyway. He was already well acquainted with the enthusiastic soldier and the boyish charmer. He'd recently been introduced to the ardent lover and stern drill master; now he was about to meet yet another side of Aiden Ford.
"So what's in this journal about me?"
"Want to see?" Aiden didn't wait for an answer. He handed Rodney the ice pack and dug under his pillow to retrieve a small notebook. "Here are my 'Rodney Files,'" he teased. "I'll read you a bit." He sat up so that Rodney could scoot over to lie on the pillows and then made himself comfortable leaning against Rodney's chest. "Oh, the opening passage is great. Listen:"
Someone once dared me to kiss Dr. Rodney McKay. I told him that kissing the doc would be no big deal; the trick would be getting him to shut his mouth long enough to manage the dirty deed. Well, today I kissed Dr. Rodney McKay. Corporal Juan Pineda owes me $50, though I'll never be able to collect. No way am I telling anyone about what happened this afternoon--not that anyone would believe me.
"'...Getting him to shut his mouth long enough?'" Rodney pouted, pretending to be affronted. Aiden smiled and reached out a hand to caress Rodney's thigh as he read on.
The man can actually kiss! Of course, that really shouldn't surprise me; the man does everything well. In fact, I've yet to find anything the doc was incapable of accomplishing once he put his mind to it. Well, shutting up is the one exception. That man is going to talk my ears off. It doesn't help that Major Sheppard encourages him, always taunting and teasing the doc into one of his rants. Teyla and I are their captive audience for the most part. Well, I now know how to render him speechless. Too bad I can't use my new-found knowledge in public, especially since Dr. McKay (I suppose that after what happened today I am within my rights to call him 'Rodney,' but more about that later) seems to be hell bent on tormenting me in front of an audience. I think it's nothing short of a miracle that I haven't throttled him this week. Don't get me wrong, I--.
"Go ahead," Rodney prompted, even as he peered over Aiden's shoulder to read the flattering remarks on the page.
"I'm not swelling your head!" Aiden protested.
"Read," Rodney demanded, giving Aiden's ribs an affectionate squeeze to goad him on. Aiden sighed and read on.
Don't get me wrong; I really do like Rodney. He's the smartest guy I've ever met, he's absolutely fearless in a crisis (once he's talked himself out of being scared shitless) and I absolutely trust him to watch my back. It's an honor to serve with him. I've learned so much just being around him, not that I'd ever let him know that. I just wish he'd stop calling us Marines “jarheads.” I think he's doing it just to get a rise out of me. The man loves to push my buttons.
"I love pulling your bell cord, too," Rodney teased.
"Huh?" Aiden twisted around to look at him. Rodney kissed his forehead.
"Get to the juicy parts."
"Who said there were juicy parts?"
"You did. You said, and I quote: ' I suppose that after what happened today I am within my rights to call him 'Rodney,' but more about that later.' I assume that means you wrote juicy parts."
"Oh." Aiden smiled and flipped a few pages ahead. "You read," he said handing Rodney the book.
"Have you taken anything for that headache?"
"Not yet," Aiden admitted.
"Never mind; I got something for that from the nurse, too," Rodney said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of packets. He gave Aiden one and extricated himself to go and fetch a cup of water. Aiden took the pills and they settled back into their previous position.
"Here," Aiden said, handing him the book once more. Rodney licked his lips and prepared to read.
One second I was standing there waiting for the doc to finally admit defeat and the next he was all over me and I was the one ready to surrender.
"That's not exactly how I remember it," Rodney laughed.
"How do you remember it?" Aiden asked.
"To my mind, I was the one who surrendered. I remember being shocked when you put me up against the wall. For a moment I was afraid you were going to hurt me. But then I realized how gently you'd done it and I stopped worrying about being hurt and started thinking about how hot you looked when you were in my face. At that point I decided that whatever it took, I was going to get you in my face again. I wasn't going to leave that vault till I'd pushed you over the edge and seen where you'd take me."
"I surrendered," Rodney insisted. Aiden turned over to argue face to face, but Rodney thwarted his protest with a kiss. "You're still in pain," he said when he broke away and Aiden rested his head on Rodney's chest.
"I still have a headache, yeah. I only just took your meds. And no, I don't need to go to the infirmary," he said firmly.
"Well, in that case, I'm going to leave and let you get some proper rest." He put the journal on the nightstand and made to move, but Aiden didn't budge.
"Not yet," he said groggily. Rodney started to argue, but thought better of it. He sighed and got more comfortable, wrapping his arms around Aiden and kissing his forehead. After a few minutes he began to lightly rub the back of Aiden's neck. "Nice," Aiden murmured. Rodney continued the light massage till Aiden was asleep. Rodney didn't want to awaken him again so he lay there for a while listening to the steady rhythm of Aiden's breathing, trying not to worry about what this evening together portended.
This was the first time the two of them had spent any time together outside of missions and workout sessions. And while Rodney had been somewhat relieved when Aiden told him that their relationship wasn't only about sex, he wondered for the first time exactly what it was about. He reached for the journal and flipped through the pages for a clue. He felt no guilt about doing so; Aiden seemed to have no qualms about letting him see the book.
Rodney continues to amaze me. I have learned so much about the man over the past few weeks. He's got more sides to him than I ever imagined. And the thing that gets me the most is how hot he is. I would never have dreamed that Rodney McKay could turn me on. Even after that first time when he caught me off guard, he's managed to surprise me with his ability to arouse me. He's truly good at everything he does--everything. When we began this, I expected it to last only until the novelty wore off. Either I would come to my senses and realize that I was making a huge mistake screwing a member of my team (isn't that why I'd dodged Teyla's advances?) or Rodney would get tired of pretending to be interested in exercising and start slacking off. But he's stuck to it and I really admire him for that.
I think he's stoked by the transformation of his body and his newfound abilities. I also think that his confidence grows every week along with his progress and that's a huge turn on for both of us. Maybe the most surprising thing of all is that we've become such good friends. We genuinely enjoy each other's company. I was willing to become involved with him for the sex, fully expecting us to use each other to satisfy our needs, but I've stuck around for the friendship. And he's become a good workout partner, as well, which--.
Aiden lifted his head and pulled the book out of Rodney's hand.
"Didn't you learn to read to yourself in geek school or are you just incapable of being quiet for more than five minutes at a time?" he asked. Rodney just looked at him in confusion. "You're reading out loud."
"Oh," Rodney said. "Sorry."
"Yeah," Aiden said as he dropped the book on the floor and shifted slightly to kiss him. He deepened the kiss and got up on his knees, straddling Rodney's hips. Before Rodney knew what hit him he had his hands full of hot and hard Marine. Rodney gave as good as he got. He loved Aiden like this; passionate, aggressive and horny as hell. Rodney continued to marvel at the fact that all of that heat was being directed at him. He couldn't believe his luck; Aiden Ford--arguably the hottest asset in the Pegasus Galaxy--had chosen him for his lover. Rodney groaned loudly and Aiden abruptly pulled away.
"No!" Rodney cried as he moved forward to maintain contact with Aiden's pouting mouth. Aiden pushed him back down, laughing, and pulled off his shirt. "Wait a minute," Rodney said raggedly, as he recalled the reason why they were in Aiden's room. "You're not well."
"First you say 'no, don't stop,' then your conscience kicks in," Aiden laughingly replied as he reached for Rodney's tee. "Do I look like I'm not well to you?"
"You never look unwell to me," Rodney admitted as he reached up to stroke his chest.
"Then take off your shirt, before I tear it off."
"Are you sure you're up for this?" Rodney asked uncertainly. Aiden took Rodney's hand and moved it to his groin. The two men exchanged a smile. "Oh, yes, you are up for this." He sat up and latched onto Aiden's mouth again, even as he tried to remove his own shirt. Aiden pushed him away and pulled it off for him.
"You know, for a smart guy you're really dumb sometimes," he teased. But Rodney wasn't offended because Aiden was tugging at the waist cord of his sweatpants. Rodney was barely capable of coherent speech or thought when Aiden's hands were on his cock and he wasn't totally convinced he was capable of breathing when Aiden touched him there. Rodney even had recurring dreams of waking up in the infirmary with Aiden and the medical team that had just resuscitated him standing around his gurney staring at his erection.
But while he couldn't think, Rodney had no problems with his other senses. He felt Aiden's tongue dancing over his chest and throat; felt him snuffle and nuzzle his skin to inhale his musky scent. Rodney tasted Aiden's lips and touched as much of him as his hands could reach. He both heard and felt Aiden moan into his mouth as well as his own giggles when Aiden moved down his body and began to torment him with a fluttering of kisses, licks and nips along his ribs. Aiden finally relented and reached over to get something out of his drawer.
Rodney closed his eyes in anticipation as Aiden spread his legs and settled between them. He began to tease Rodney's erection with the tip of his tongue while he began to prepare Rodney to receive him with well-lubricated fingers. By the time he drew away to anoint himself with lube, Rodney was whispering incoherently.
"Talk, talk, talk..." Aiden chuckled. "I suppose that your incessant mouth would come in handy if I was ever blinded by shrapnel or something on a mission. I'd still be able to find you by the sound of your voice."
"What?" Rodney squeaked.
"And when we got back to base, I'd be able to follow you back to your room," Aiden teased.
"Where I'd no doubt be entertaining another soldier--one who doesn't talk so much," Rodney snapped.
"Pot calling the kettle black, don't you think?"
"Are you going to fuck me or are you going to sit there and--."
Aiden leaned forward and silenced him with a kiss.
"I'm going to fuck you," he whispered. Rodney's entire body shuddered, much to Aiden's delight. He positioned himself and slowly entered his lover. "I'm going to fuck you senseless. I totally get off on rendering you speechless like this. Tell me, Rodney, is it just my mouth and my dick that can do that or will you shut up for anyone who sucks or fucks you?"
Rodney's eyes rolled back in his head, his senses completely overloaded. Aiden's taunting was part of their established routine. Rodney tended to talk every second when they weren't having sex and the comparatively quiet Aiden talked whenever they were, something Rodney marveled at. He was incapable of speech during sex and Aiden took advantage of the opportunity to carry on a monologue of dirty talk designed to send Rodney over the edge. It wasn't so much what Aiden said; Rodney got off on the raw, earthy sound of his voice. What really got him off, however, was the sight of Aiden pleasuring himself on his body. He couldn't see that often enough.
The exhibitionist in Aiden enjoyed being watched and he loved Rodney's fascination with watching him as they worked out or while they made love. He had only belatedly realized that Rodney observed him at other times and it sent a tiny thrill through him knowing that he had that kind of power over Rodney, whose tenacious powers of concentration were legendary. He liked seeing Rodney off balance; he liked leveling the playing field between the two of them. Aiden was well aware of his limitations in regard to his older, much smarter lover, but he also knew where he excelled and was not afraid to exploit every opportunity to show it. He leaned in to nibble Rodney's shoulder before whispering in his ear.
"Are you close, Rodney? You are; I can feel it. I can feel you, Rodney--so hot, so hot... so good, Rodney. So good." Aiden grinned at Rodney's rambling, unintelligible response. "Yeah, Dr. Science, me too."
Rodney frowned at him and grabbed his wrists, which only made Aiden laugh even harder. He lowered his mouth to Rodney's, mollifying him with deep, sloppy kisses till neither man could breathe. There was no more talk, then, as each man focused on reaching his peak. Aiden took hold of Rodney's cock and skillfully brought him to orgasm, triggering his own release in the process. He collapsed on top of Rodney and the two men lay there until they recovered sufficiently to move. When Rodney regained his senses, he gently pushed Aiden, who rolled off of him onto the narrow sliver of remaining space on the bed.
"My head hurts," he said softly.
"Great! Erase all my enjoyment of mind-blowing sex by throwing a guilt trip at me," Rodney said as he scrambled out of bed to fetch a damp cloth from the bathroom. "You're the one who suggested we come back here for a nice quiet evening, which to my mind meant a little conversation, maybe a game of chess or a little making out, but no, you and your hormones had other ideas. You're the one who--."
"Shut up, Rodney," Aiden said as he took the cloth from him and wiped himself off.
"Shut up, Rodney?"
"Yes; shut up, Rodney," Aiden replied as he tossed the wash cloth onto the tray and reached out. "...As if you'd never heard that before..."
Rodney pouted but he went to Aiden willingly. They snuggled under the covers and very soon fell asleep. But Rodney woke about an hour later. The bed was too small to comfortably accommodate the two men and his back was complaining from the strain. He gently eased off the bed and got dressed. When he was done he went back to the bed to offer a silent goodnight to his lover, nearly stumbling onto Aiden when he stepped on the journal. He picked it up and went into the bathroom. Shutting the door, he turned on the light and sat down. Rodney pulled out a pen and made a brief entry into the journal before returning to the bedroom.
You're the amazing one, Aiden.
He placed the journal on the nightstand, kissed Aiden's brow and picked up the tray on his way out.