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"A ZPM?" Rodney said, his eyes lighting up. "Are you sure?"

 

"Well, it looked exactly like the device you used at the SGC to get us here, Dr. McKay," Sgt. Stackhouse answered.

 

"And they're willing to just give it to us?" Rodney was almost bouncing in his chair with excitement.

 

"As long as we pass their test, yes," the Sergeant answered. He frowned a bit. "The problem is, I'm not exactly sure what the test means or what it's supposed to do."

 

"Well, I don't mean to brag," McKay answered in a superior tone, "but I excel at tests. I'm sure whatever it is, I can pass it." He stopped and considered. "Unless, of course, it's something Cro-Magnon, and then the Major can do it."

 

"Gee, thanks, McKay," John answered dryly. Rodney smirked at him.

 

"The thing is, it doesn't appear to be either mental or physical," Stackhouse replied, completely ignoring the byplay.

 

"Then what is it, Sergeant?" Elizabeth asked with concern.

 

"Well, the person taking the test just walks down a long walkway."

 

"And?" Rodney snapped impatiently.

 

"And, that's it," the Sergeant answered in frustration. "You walk down this pavement from one end to the other. My entire team did it, one at a time, but when we reached the end, the Meris – that's the title of the head guy there – said that we had failed the test. That's when they escorted us back to the 'gate."

 

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. "Well, that's odd. Still, if we have to send every single person in Atlantis down that walkway we will. We need that ZPM, gentlemen. Major, your team will leave in one hour."

 

~~~

 

The pavement was about eight meters long and ran down the center of a courtyard in the middle of a large gleaming-white temple. The walkway was lined on either side with evenly-spaced life-sized statues of men and women carved from a marble-like native stone. The statues stood on meter-high pedestals and were beautifully rendered rivaling anything created by the most talented Renaissance artist. Rodney appreciated their artistry for a couple seconds and then turned his attention back to the energy readings that assured him that a ZPM was very likely nearby.

 

The Meris was a man of late middle years, tall and dressed in a long brown robe. His salt-and-pepper beard reached his chest and his long gray-streaked hair flowed over his shoulders and down his back. Very Gandalf-like, Rodney had thought upon first meeting him. He now stood regally at the far end of the pavement in front of a dais that held a large altar carved from the same stone as the statues. "Please come forward, one at a time," he instructed, his voice booming the length of the courtyard. "The woman first."

 

Sheppard nodded and Teyla began to walk slowly down the pavement glancing appreciatively at the statues as she passed. When she reached the Meris's side, he said, "Now the next one may proceed."

 

At Sheppard's nod, Ford stepped forward, his pace much quicker than Teyla's. Though he glanced at the statues, for the most part he ignored them. When he too had reached the end, the Meris said, "The next one, please."

 

"You go next, McKay," Sheppard said.

 

Rodney looked up from his scanner and said, "What? Oh, yes, all right." Tucking his scanner away into a pocket in his tac vest, he began to walk quickly down the pavement. It was when he passed the first pair of statues that it happened. The statues bowed.

 

Rodney jumped at the unexpected movement and then raised an eyebrow. "Animatronics. How very Disney," he sniffed. He took out his scanner and took a reading. To his surprise, no energy readings came off the statues. As he continued walking, each pair of statues he passed bowed low to the waist as if in homage. He studied his scanner the entire way, and by the time he had joined the Meris and his teammates, he was frowning.

 

"What kind of power source are you using on those statues?" he asked.

 

"It was the power of your purity," the Meris said and bowed before him just as the statues had.

 

"What?"

 

"The statues have confirmed that you are pure and untouched."

 

"What?" Rodney repeated a little alarmed at the Meris's words.

 

"What do you mean, McKay's pure and untouched?" Ford said, a grin threatening. "You saying that the doc here is a virgin?"

 

"No!" Rodney protested. "I most certainly am not a virgin."

 

"What's going on," Sheppard said, coming up to stand next to Rodney.

 

"The statues have responded to Dr. McKay's purity," the Meris replied. "He has passed the test. After the sacrifice tomorrow, you may take the Hierophyla."

 

Sheppard tensed and tightened his grip on his P90. Rodney sidled closer to him.

 

"What do you mean, sacrifice?" Sheppard growled in the dangerous voice that always sent a shiver down Rodney's spine.

 

"It is written that The One whom the gods have chosen will come seeking to lay claim to the Hierophyla. The One will be pure and the gods will acknowledge that purity by a show of respect. Great blessings will be showered upon both our peoples when The One's heart and mind are offered up to the gods. Our people will be kept safe from the scourge of the Wraith and The One's people will receive the gift of the Hierophyla."

 

"Oh, god," Rodney breathed as terror shot through him. Sheppard started to swing his P90 around saying, "Sorry, but that's not gonna-"

 

He was cut off when the Meris raised his hand and seemingly from nowhere, two dozen heavily armed guards surrounded them. Gleaming blades were pressed against throats and they were quickly disarmed.

 

"You can't do this," Sheppard insisted. "Look, you can keep your damned Hierophyla. Just let us leave."

 

Rodney's heart rocketed in his chest when the Meris shook his head. "I am sorry, Major Sheppard, but the gods have made their choice. As it was written, so shall it be. We must send for the High Priest. He will arrive on the morrow." He lifted his hand and Rodney was grabbed by several of the guards and pulled away from his teammates.

 

"Major!" he called out desperately. Sheppard and the others fought against their own captors, but to no avail. Struggling the whole way, Rodney was pulled inexorably into the temple.

 

~~~

 

The room they shoved him into was bare except for a stone bench that was placed against one wall. The only light source was a tiny window near the top of the high walls. Rodney sat down despondently on the bench with his head in his hands. He just couldn't believe this was happening to him. He didn't know how long he'd been sitting there when the door opened and a guard came in bearing a tray of food and drink. Rodney fell on it hungrily, his blood sugar dangerously low. He didn't even care if the food contained citrus. What did it matter? He was a dead man anyway.

 

Once he was finished eating, the guard left again taking the tray with him, and Rodney paced back and forth in his tiny cell until he couldn't take another step. Returning to the bench, he lay back on it and flung an arm over his eyes. He was dozing when he heard a muffled noise outside his door and then the sound of it being unlocked. He sat up, eyes wide and frightened, heart pounding, and watched as the door swung slowly open.

 

Major Sheppard stepped into the room. It took all of Rodney's willpower not to run up and hug the man.

 

"Major, thank god!"

 

"Yeah, well don't thank anyone yet, McKay," Sheppard said. "We're not out of here yet." Turning back to the open door, he said, "Come here and help me." Rodney hurried up to the Major and helped him drag the unconscious guard into the room. They made quick work of tying up and gagging the man, and then Sheppard grabbed the guard's sword and cautiously led the way out of the room.

 

"Where are Ford and Teyla?" Rodney whispered as they quietly made their way down the hall.

 

Sheppard glared at him for talking but answered. "I don't know. Let's just worry about getting you out of here, and then I can come back for the others."

 

Rodney nodded. Both Sheppard and Rodney still had their vests and Rodney took out his scanner checking for life signs. They were everywhere. Each time they came to a place that would lead them outside, they had to duck back to escape detection from the numerous guards. At one point, Sheppard dragged Rodney into an empty room just as a group of armed guards made their way toward Sheppard and Rodney's position. They stood silently in the small room barely daring to breathe as they listened to the heavy feet of the guards march past their hiding place. Rodney watched his scanner screen as the life signs moved out of the area. With a trembling hand he put his scanner back into a pocket in his vest.

 

The room they were hiding in was flooded with moonlight from the twin full moons, and Rodney quietly watched the Major. He was deep in thought obviously trying his best to come up with a plan that would save Rodney.

 

"There's no way out, is there?" Rodney said with a tremor in his voice.

 

"I'll get you out," Sheppard growled.

 

"There's no way out, Major," Rodney said again. "Every exit is blocked; every hallway is crawling with guards. We can't leave and we can't hide, at least not for long."

 

"Shut up, McKay, I'm thinking!" Sheppard hissed glaring at Rodney.

 

Rodney smiled weakly. He knew that Sheppard would think and plan and fight and claw until the bitter end, but Rodney also knew it was hopeless. He was going to die a virgin sacrifice. Not exactly the epitaph he wanted on his tombstone.

 

Licking dry lips, he said in a rush, "Don't tell them why I was sacrificed."

 

Sheppard glared at him again. "You're not going to be sacrificed, Rodney," he said flatly. "I'm not going to allow that to happen."

 

Something inside Rodney warmed at the Major's words, even though he knew that the other man was lying. "Tell them I was sacrificed because of my intelligence," Rodney said ignoring the Major's words. "Tell them that the statues reacted to my brilliant mind."

 

"You're not going to be.-"

 

"Major," Rodney interrupted. "While I appreciate your insistence that you're going to save me, the facts are what they are. We can't escape. They're going to find us eventually, and then I'm going to be..." He swallowed down the bile that burned at the back of his throat. "At...at least my death won't be in vain," he continued. "At least Atlantis will get a ZPM out of it. All I ask is that when you take the ZPM back you tell them that I died because the ignorant natives thought my brain could protect the city like...like in Spock's Brain. He blushed at this attack of geek at such a dire time and lamely finished, "Or something like that."

 

Sheppard stared at him for a couple seconds, and Rodney could almost see the thoughts passing rapid-fire though the Major's quite astounding mind. His words when he finally spoke, however, disconcerted Rodney.

 

"Are you really a virgin?"

 

"No!" Rodney exclaimed. "I mean, not exactly." He felt his face getting hot in embarrassment. He really didn't want to talk about his sex life or lack thereof. Especially not with the Major.

 

Sheppard stared at him intently until Rodney squirmed uncomfortably from the scrutiny.

 

"What do you mean by not exactly?" Sheppard finally asked.

 

Rodney licked his lips and glanced away from the Major's intense stare. "I...I've had some...encounters."

 

"Such as."

 

"Look," Rodney said indignantly, "while I'd love to satisfy your prurient interest, I really don't think that it's any of your business."

 

"You're going to be sacrificed in the morning because they think you're a virgin, Rodney. I think that makes it a whole hell of a lot of my business."

 

Rodney swallowed again and nodded. It was embarrassing, but perhaps the Major was right. If he knew exactly how much experience Rodney had, he might be able to think of a way to get Rodney out of this mess.

 

Taking a deep breath, Rodney said, "In grad school, I had a girlfriend that like to, uh, use her hands." He could feel his face heating up, and he kept his eyes carefully turned away from Sheppard's face.

 

"Okay, what else?"

 

Ears burning as his blush spread, he said, "Um, when I was in Siberia, there was a lab assistant that, uh..." He pointed to his mouth. "And," he coughed nervously, "of course, I, um, take care of myself." He was pretty sure that he was never going to be able to look the Major in the eye ever again.

 

"Okay," Sheppard said in a voice so matter-of-fact that Rodney felt himself relax a little. "So you've had handjobs and blowjobs and you masturbate, but there's been no penetration. Is that correct?"

 

His blush back in full force, Rodney nodded.

 

Sheppard was silent for a bit and Rodney chanced a quick glance at him. His brows were angled in toward each other and his forehead was wrinkled in deep concentration. At last he looked up, he eyes locking onto Rodney's.

 

"Okay, so here's want we're going to do. You're right in that we probably can't get away, so we have to take care of that little virginity problem of yours."

 

Rodney blinked at him and a shiver went down his spine at Sheppard's words.

 

"H-how?" he stuttered. "I mean, are you sure Teyla would do this, even if we can find her? We're friends – well, friendly – but I'm not sure she'd be willing to-"

 

"Not Teyla," Sheppard answered flatly.

 

"Oh. Then who? I don't think a native woman would go along with..." He stopped and his eyes widened. "I couldn't force anyone to-"

 

"God, Rodney, not rape," Sheppard said in shock.

 

Rodney closed his eyes in relief. There was no way he would force himself on anyone, not even to save his own life. Opening his eyes again, he repeated, "Then who?"

 

Sheppard just stared at him, one eyebrow raised. Rodney stared back in confusion for a few seconds and then his eyes went huge.

 

"Wait, you?" he squeaked.

 

"There's no one else," Sheppard said.

 

"But, you're a man!" he exclaimed, his hands making wild fluttering gestures.

 

"Yes, I'm aware of that," Sheppard said dryly.

 

"But," Rodney said weakly.

 

Sheppard sighed. "Look, Rodney, I know this isn't what you'd pick for your first time, but we don't have a choice. You either lose your virginity or your life, and I'm not going to let you get sacrificed when we have a way to prevent it."

 

Rodney looked at the Major, his heart pounding so hard that black dots floated in front of his eyes. He couldn't believe that the Major was not only offering but insisting that Rodney have sex with him. Rodney's entire body began to tremble.

 

"I don't know what to do," he confessed in a wobbly whisper.

 

He felt as if he were watching from a place outside his body as Sheppard moved over to him. He jumped slightly when the Major lightly traced his hand down Rodney's face.

 

"First we get you ready," Sheppard whispered, and leaned in to kiss Rodney.

 

Rodney jerked back from the touch of Sheppard's lips and stared wide-eyed at the other man. Sheppard opened his mouth to say something but Rodney cut him off by crushing his mouth to Sheppard's. He hadn't realized until now just how very much he wanted to do this. At first the kiss was clumsy, it'd been so long since Rodney had kissed anyone, but then he tilted his head just so, and it was perfect. Their mouths glided across each other and their tongues flicked together causing little bolts of pleasure to shoot right down to Rodney's cock.

 

Sheppard pulled back, licked his lips and said, "Yeah, that's working," and crushed his mouth to Rodney's again. They kissed for a while longer, nibbles and licks and sucks that caused Rodney to moan in need. At last Sheppard pulled back again and pressed his forehead to Rodney's. "As much as I'd like to take this slow, Rodney, we need to get this over with before we're caught. Do you have your hand cream with you?"

 

Rodney nodded and pulled the small tube out of a pocket in his vest. "What now?"

 

"Now we get naked."

 

Rodney shivered at the words, but followed the Major's lead as he shrugged out of his vest and pulled his shirt over his head. Rodney stopped then, mesmerized by the sight of the Major's chest and shoulders and muscle-defined arms. His dog tags nestled in the thick thatch of chest hair, and before Rodney could help himself, he reached out and ran his hand over Sheppard's chest, threading his fingers through the hair, listening to the tinkle the dog tags made as he brushed past them. His wrist was caught in a firm grasp and he looked up.

 

"Rodney," Sheppard said, his hazel eyes gone dark with desire, "we don't have time."

 

Rodney swallowed and nodded again and pulled his hand back to continue undressing. He kept stealing glances at Sheppard, watching as each inch of lean flesh was revealed to him. By the time Sheppard was completely undressed, Rodney was aching. When he at last finished removing his own clothes, he covered his engorged cock with his hands as best he could and turned to Sheppard for further instruction.

 

Sheppard leaned forward and gave Rodney another quick kiss, then pulling back he said, "Open the tube and slick up your fingers."

 

Rodney's hands were shaking so hard he could barely uncap the tube, but he finally managed and squeezed a good bit out coating the fingers of his right hand. When he glanced up again, Sheppard was on his hands and knees. "Okay, open me up now, Rodney."

 

Rodney had to close his eyes and fight for control. The very thought of touching Sheppard in such an intimate way was bringing Rodney very close to the edge. Once he was sure he could contain himself, he knelt behind Sheppard and slipped his fingers into the hot, moist place between Sheppard's buttocks. When his finger found Sheppard's hole, he hesitated and asked, "Are you sure?"

 

Sheppard leaned back forcing the tip of Rodney's finger inside him. "Come on, Rodney," he said though clenched teeth. "Just hurry up and do it."

 

Taking a deep breath, Rodney slid his finger into Sheppard's body. Sheppard gasped and Rodney froze. "It's okay, it's okay," John panted, pushing back again. Rodney pushed the rest of the way in, wiggled it a bit to Sheppard's accompanying gasps, and then, upon the Major's instructions, pulled it out and inserted two fingers.

 

By the time Sheppard told him he was ready, Rodney was pretty sure that he wasn't going to last long enough to enter John's body. His cock was slick with pre-come, and he had to keep himself under tight control as he used up the rest of the tube of hand cream on himself in preparation. Kneeling behind Sheppard, he positioned his cock against Sheppard's entrance, and with one last deep breath, he pushed forward.

 

They both gasped when Rodney breached him, and Rodney stopped with just the tip of his cock inside the Major, torn between the fear he was hurting his friend and the fear he was going to come right then and there. By the time he had himself back under control, Sheppard was pushing back and Rodney had slipped further inside his hot, tight passage.

 

It was the most amazing thing Rodney had ever felt, and he couldn't help but moan when he was all the way in. Holding Sheppard tightly by the hips, he allowed his instincts to take over and he began to rock, shallowly at first, but then, with Sheppard's whispered encouragement, with deeper thrusts. Wave after wave of pleasure gripped him, and he lost himself in the sensation. It was only when Sheppard hissed out, "Rodney, for the love of god, shut up!" that he realized that he'd been babbling incoherently and loudly. "Sorry," he murmured never breaking his rhythm. "Sorry."

 

Sheppard was gasping, his own grunts poorly muffled as Rodney pounded into him. Suddenly, he lowered himself onto his forearms, changing the angle of Rodney's penetration. They both moaned at the increased sensation the new angle provided. Sheppard braced himself and reached back with his right hand. He wrapped his hand around his cock and began to jerk himself off to the rhythm of Rodney's thrusts. It was the hottest thing that Rodney had ever seen, and he knew he wasn't going to last. When Sheppard suddenly cried out and his muscles clenched around Rodney's cock, it was all over. With his own cry, Rodney poured himself into John's body.

 

~~~

 

They cleaned up as best they could and left their hiding place. Sheppard insisted that he was still going to try to get Rodney out of the temple and back to Atlantis, but the trussed-up guard had been discovered, and they were quickly recaptured.

 

Rodney watched with frightened eyes as Sheppard was subdued and dragged away from him, and then he was escorted back and thrust into his cell to await the morning.

 

~~~

 

In the morning, he was escorted out of the temple at the point of several sharp swords. He was relieved to see Sheppard standing with Teyla and Ford under heavy guard at the far end of the walkway. A tall, surprisingly young man stood next to the Meris in front of the altar on the dais. He was dressed in a long white robe while the Meris was dressed in one of sky blue. A half dozen other people, both men and women wearing robes of a light gray, stood behind the altar. When Rodney was brought to a halt at the end of the pavement, the priest lifted up his hands and intoned some kind of religious claptrap that Rodney paid no attention to, his eyes fixed firmly on Major Sheppard. Sheppard stared back at him, and then gave him a small encouraging smile and nod. Rodney nodded back, his face flushing as he remembered what had taken place the night before. His attention was abruptly brought back to the present when he was jabbed by the point of a sword. Glaring at the guard who'd poked him, he was told, "Walk forward."

 

He turned back to see the priest standing there with a long, wicked-looking knife clutched in his hand.

 

"Oh, god," Rodney moaned and turned to run away from the crazy priest with the sharp knife. His retreat was blocked by his guards and when he turned back around it was to see knives held threatening to the throats of his team.

 

"All right!" he called out. "I'm coming. You don't need to hurt them."

 

He licked his lips nervously and took one step forward, and then another. He stopped just before he reached the first set of statues and then, locking his eyes with Sheppard's, he stepped between the statues.

 

Nothing happened.

 

He took another step forward, but the statues remained upright. Breathing out a sigh of relief he slowly continued his walk, his eyes straight ahead. The priest was frowning and the Meris was looking shocked and confused.

 

"What is this, Meris?" the priest's voice boomed. "Have you brought me here for a jest?"

 

"No, Revered One," the Meris exclaimed. "I swear to you on the Ancestors that yesterday this one made the statues bow."

 

The priest returned his attention to Rodney who by now had passed the last pair of statues and stood in front of the dais.

 

"I told you I wasn't a virgin," he snapped putting on a show of bravado he wasn't really feeling. There was always the chance that the priest could be convinced to sacrifice him anyway.

 

The priest's hand slipped inside his robe and Rodney heard a snick as the knife was rammed home into its sheath.

 

"You are not The One," he said coldly. He turned flat hard eyes on the sweating Meris, and signaling for his assistants to follow, stepped down from the dais and strode off. His assistants trailed after him like ducklings, and Rodney watched until the last one had disappeared into the temple. Turning back to the Meris, he crossed his arms over his chest, put on his best indignant face and said, "Well, now that you've been proven wrong, can my friends and I go?"

 

The color had returned to the face of the Meris, and, red-faced, he said angrily, "I do not know how you managed to lose your purity, but you are of no further use to us. Go, all of you. Do not send others. They will not be welcomed."

 

"Wait," Rodney said, suddenly anxious. "The ZPM..."

 

He felt a hand on his arm and whirled around to see the Major holding on to him. "Come on, McKay. We're leaving."

 

Rodney looked at him closely, checking him for signs that he'd been beaten or mistreated in any way, but he appeared to be unharmed. When Sheppard tugged at his arm again, he nodded and joined his teammates as they were escorted back to the Stargate.

 

~~~

 

It was late when Rodney made his way back to his quarters from his lab. They'd explained to Elizabeth about the "glitch" that had mistakenly identified Rodney as The One and their narrow escape. With a sigh, Elizabeth put the planet on the banned list. It was a disappointment for all concerned. The threat of the Wraith made finding a ZPM imperative, but Rodney could not help but be gratified that Sheppard had considered Rodney's life more important than obtaining a ZPM. Rodney just wished he didn't feel so guilty about the method the Major had been forced to use to save Rodney's life. And the worst part was he didn't know whether he felt guiltier over the way he'd lost his virginity or over the fact that he'd enjoyed it so much.

 

He was lost in his own thoughts and didn't notice that he wasn't alone in the hallway outside his quarters until John Sheppard said, "Evening, Rodney."

 

Rodney jumped and said, "Oh, uh, Major, I didn't see you standing there."

 

Sheppard smiled at him, a quick movement of lips that was there and gone almost before Rodney registered it.

 

"Is there, um, something I can do for you?" His heart was pounding so hard he couldn't help but wonder if Sheppard could hear it beating.

 

"Can we talk? Privately?"

 

Rodney bit his lip and nodded. Opening the door to his quarters, he waved the Major in.

 

He stood nervously just inside his door and waited for the Major to speak. When Sheppard remained silent, he said, "Major, I...I want you to know how much I, uh, appreciate what you did yesterday. I'm just so sorry you had to, uh..." He waved a hand helplessly, his eyes not meeting Sheppard's.

 

"Rodney," John began and then stopped. Taking a deep breath, he said, "I didn't come here for your thanks. I, uh, I just wanted to make sure you were okay." Rodney looked at Sheppard with surprise and with a shock he realized that Sheppard was nervous.

 

"Yes, I'm fine. Are you?" And then he blushed, and stammered, "I mean, I was worried that those guards may have hurt you when they dragged you away."

 

"No, I'm okay." Then he was silent for a few seconds and said, "I mean, I'm really okay. I...I just wanted you to know in case, you know, you were worrying about that or anything."

 

"Oh," Rodney said, "thanks. I was. Worried, I mean. I...I'm glad that I didn't, you know," he waved his hand around again in a nervous gesture, "that I didn't do anything that hurt you. Especially, since, uh, I didn't know what I was doing." He felt his face heat up again.

 

Sheppard shook his head. "No, you didn't hurt me. You really, really didn't." And then he took a step toward Rodney.

 

Rodney's heart started pounding again. "Good," he said a little breathlessly. "That's good that you're not, uh, hurt."

 

"Yeah, I wanted you to know that," Sheppard said again, and took another step closer.

 

"Good," Rodney said again, and this time he took at step closer, and then they were only inches apart.

 

"So," John said, his breath fanning across Rodney's skin as his hand lightly traced down the side of Rodney's face causing Rodney to shiver under his touch, "you're okay, right?"

 

And Rodney, because Rodney could never seem to censor his words, said breathlessly, "Right now, not so much. I'm in a bit of pain," and his hands reached out and grasped John's hips because he couldn't stand to not touch him.

 

"Really?" John asked softly. "Where's the pain located? Here?" His hand caressed Rodney's shoulder.

 

"No," Rodney answered, "it's lower."

 

"Here?" And John's hand slipped across Rodney's chest, brushing over a tiny hard nipple.

 

Rodney gasped, but said, "No, lower."

 

"Here?" And the wandering hand slid across Rodney's belly causing the muscles to quiver at the light touch. Rodney leaned in until his forehead was pressed against the Major's.

 

"Lower," he begged.

 

And then that wonderful hand brushed across Rodney's aching erection. Rodney hissed and pressed into the welcome touch.

 

"Here?"

 

"Oh god, yes."

 

John's hand wrapped around the solid length and stroked drawing a deep moan out of Rodney. "We should do something about this," John murmured, his mouth hovering over Rodney's lips. "I know how much you hate pain."

 

"Please," Rodney whispered and pressed his lips to John's.

 

Somehow between the kisses and caresses, they managed to get themselves naked and onto Rodney's bed. John gave Rodney all the time and encouragement he needed to touch and taste and learn what made John happy, and then John eased Rodney's pain, letting him babble as much and as loudly as he liked, and then, at long last, with gasps and cries and moans and sighs of contentment, Rodney lost his last virginity.

 

The End