Oh, shit, Elizabeth thought, but she kept her demeanor calm as she stood up and straightened her suit jacket. "What's happened, Laura?"
"I can't even explain," Laura said, her grin huge. "You've got to see...you've got to hear this!"
Elizabeth came around her desk and let Laura grab her by the arm. Laura dragged her down the corridor as fast as Elizabeth's heels would let her run.
When they reached the door to the soundstage, Laura quickly pulled up and smoothed her hair back into the ponytail she habitually wore. Elizabeth smoothed her own hair, caught her breath and straightened her jacket. The two women stepped gracefully through the door. Sam was leaning over Lindsey Novak's shoulder behind the camera, Allison had the handheld as usual. On the set, John and Rodney were pulling on their uniforms and fastening their tac vests.
Sam looked at Elizabeth with a blinding smile. "Wait'll you see this," she said quietly to Elizabeth. She turned back to the gate room set. "I'm sorry guys, but we had a sound problem. We need to take it from the top." John and Rodney both nodded, then stepped to their marks behind the gate.
One of the focus pullers, a kid named Chuck, stepped out in front of the camera with the clapper. "The Colonel and the Physicist: Alone in the City, take two." The board clapped and Chuck stepped back off the set.
"Roll sound," Sam said. "And...action!"
The sounds of gunfire filled the room, and John and Rodney came hurtling through the gate. John grabbed Rodney by his vest and pulled him to the side, nearly knocking him off his feet. Rodney steadied them both, clinging to John for a second. John looked at him tilted his head as they stood there for a moment. Then John took a good look around the empty gate room.
"Ryan, where is everyone?"
Rodney was already heading for the stairs. "I don't know, Colonel, but I bet I can find out." He started poking at a console and John came over to sit on the stairs and look up at him.
Rodney's head came up. "We're fucked." John smirked at him. "A different kind of fucked this time. We seem to be in our city, just in an alternate timeline."
"That sounds bad," John said. "Can you fix it?"
Rodney smirked back. "Of course I can. It'll just take the computers a while to come up with the exact equations I need to reconfigure the gate and get us home."
"How long is a while?" John said, leaning back on his hands and splaying his legs.
"Long enough for what you're thinking about," Rodney said. He walked down the stairs and settled in front of John and started undoing the clips on the front of his vest.
"I always wanted to fuck in the gate room," John said breathlessly, his hands going to Rodney's vest.
"So that's why you always have a hard on in here," Rodney said, shrugging out of his vest and pulling his tee shirt off over his head. Simpson moved in closer to get a shot of the muscles in his back flexing as the shirt came off.
John tossed his own vest to the side and reached back with one hand to strip off his black tee in a supple motion. Rodney ran a hand from the hollow of John's throat to the waistband of his BDUs, making John stretch and moan extravagantly. Rodney opened the buttons of the pants, and John's cock pushed up through the triangle of cotton. Rodney wrapped a hand around it and stroked it lightly.
"God," John moaned. "That's good. Jesus, Ryan - harder."
Rodney pushed John's pants down to his boot-tops and batted John's hands away when he reached for his bootlaces. He undid them himself and stripped away pants, boots and socks, leaving Rodney half-dressed and John completely naked. He grabbed John by the hips. "Turn over."
John looked up at him, a small frown on his face.
Rodney slapped his hip gently. "I mean it, Jake. Turn over."
John turned over and let Rodney arrange him exactly as he wanted him, on his knees with his hands braced a couple of stairs up. Rodney used his knees to push John's legs apart and moved between them. He leaned down and licked across the small of John's back.
"Ryan," John moaned. "Do it."
"Okay," Rodney said happily, and slid his thumbs down to open John up and dipped his head to start licking with soft, teasing strokes.
John started making noises somewhere between a whimper and a moan. The noises increased and decreased in volume and intensity as Rodney licked and sucked and pointed his tongue to press inside.
Behind the camera, Laura elbowed Elizabeth, who was staring, open-mouthed. Elizabeth shared a look with Sam, then made a gesture toward her ear. Sam pointed out the boom mic operator on the stairs who was as close to John's mouth as was humanly possible without bonking him with the mic and disrupting the scene.
Laura elbowed her again, and Elizabeth grinned widely. It was perfect. She'd seen a lot as the studio head, but this, this was exceptional. If it could make her panties damp, it would likely leave many of John and Rodney's fans in a lust-induced coma. She immediately started planning more publicity for the "Colonel and the Astrophysicist" series.
She was startled out of her reverie when Sam called, "Cut!"
John and Rodney both lifted their heads as she walked over to them, but Rodney moved his hand up to slip the tip of his thumb into John's ass, moving it gently in and out. The sound was still on and the boom mic was close, so Elizabeth could hear their quiet conversation.
"John?" Sam said, reaching out to turn his face toward her. "Can you come from just rimming?"
He blinked at her a couple of times, then frowned. "Uh, probably not here," he said.
Sam patted his cheek. "It's okay. Let's just go with the alternate scene from the script, okay?"
John nodded, and when she took her hand off his face he let his head hang back down, another of those beautiful moans slipping out. Elizabeth could see that it was because Rodney had two fingers pressed tightly into his ass.
"Rodney, you ready?" Sam asked.
"When am I ever not ready?" he replied, and Sam patted him on the cheek before going back to her spot behind Lindsey.
"Action!" Sam called.
Rodney dipped his head again and tongue-fucked John for a minute longer before pulling away.
John whined. "Jesus, Ryan - don't stop."
"Hush," Rodney said. He wrapped his arms around John's waist and pulled him upright, getting his own knees onto the step where John's were. John leaned back and arched his body, wrapping both arms around Rodney's neck, letting his head hang back, exposing his long throat.
Rodney reached one hand down and slid it gently over John's cock. He used the other to pinch John's nipple.
"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck," John moaned, pushing both his hips and chest forward into the touches.
Rodney sped up his strokes. He knew John was close from the rimming - one of John's very favorite things - so he didn't try to drag it out too much. "Come on, Jake," he said, low and dirty. "Give it up. Come for me."
John's whole body shuddered and he arched even further against Rodney, then came with a long, low groan. Rodney gentled him through it with soft strokes, while John turned his head to the side and nuzzled into Rodney's throat. When Rodney lifted his come-covered hand and started to lick it, John leaned far enough in to do the same thing.
Elizabeth and Laura each had a hold of the other's arm, nails digging in. This was incendiary, this was going to cause viewers to spontaneously combust. It was perfect.
On set, Rodney had lowered John to the steps on his back and was pressing soft kisses down the middle of his chest. John raised a languid hand and touched Rodney's hair. He opened sleepy eyes. "What about you?" John said. "What do you want?"
"I want to fuck your mouth," Rodney said, his voice tight.
John's fingers went immediately to Rodney's buttons. "God, yes," he moaned.
Rodney got his pants unbuttoned and pushed about halfway down his thighs before knee-walking up another two steps to put him at the exact angle needed. Simpson moved to one side and crouched on the stairs. The boom mic lowered into position as Rodney pushed slowly into John's mouth.
John's hands tightened on Rodney's thighs, and Rodney took John's head into his hands, pulling him up a little to find the perfect angle. John moaned around Rodney's cock.
"Is this okay?" Rodney said, looking down at John. "I need you to tell me it's okay, Jake."
John nodded as well he could with his mouth full of cock, and Rodney started gently moving back and forth, pushing in and pulling out, going deeper on each stroke until John took him all the way. Rodney curled one hand around the back of John's head and braced himself on the stair behind John, then he started fucking in earnest.
The monitor for the handheld clearly showed the way John's eyelashes fluttered, the way his cheeks hollowed, the push of Rodney's cock all the way in, the way John swallowed around the head. The boom mic picked up the sounds he made, deep guttural groans and those same whimpery moans that had made Laura pull Elizabeth out of her office in a frenzy.
Above John, Rodney had his head thrown back and was biting his lip. He shoved in hard again, then let his head move forward so he could look down at John. John's eyes fluttered open and they looked at each other, eyes shining with so much emotion that Elizabeth had to slap a hand over her mouth to keep a gasp from escaping.
Rodney thrust in hard one last time, then came in John's mouth, never breaking the hot gaze between them. John swallowed it all down, then let Rodney ease his cock out. The were both panting like crazy, and Rodney snaked his hand underneath John's back, pulling him up for a deep kiss. When they pulled apart, Rodney smiled, then grimaced.
"This is bad for my knees," Rodney said, pulling himself to one side, sitting on the stairs, his pants still half off. He pulled John over into his lap, holding John's back against his chest and kissing the curve of his neck. John slumped bonelessly against him, his hand coming up to cover the one on his chest, his eyes closed.
"We should probably explore the city a little more," Rodney said, his voice a little muffled by John's neck, where he was still kissing and nibbling.
"In a minute," John said, almost slurring his words. "You know, when I can walk again."
"And...Cut!" Sam yelled.
John and Rodney stayed exactly where they were, and Elizabeth let go of Laura's arm and turned back toward the door. She was planning to go back to her office, but had to sit down in one of the nearby chairs. She'd get there. You know, when she could walk again.
~ Cut and Print
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