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Chapter 7: Morning

John had never been so grateful to see the inside of the gate room. The mission had been a complete disaster. Not only did they lose a very lucrative trade agreement, they were banned from the planet and two of his men had been killed. It was an all over shit show. All John wanted was a hot shower and maybe to sleep for the next year. He knew that there was a debriefing that needed to happen, but in consideration of the condition of his team, Elizabeth said that it would wait until the next day. He was also grateful for that.

He all but ran to the nearest transporter, pressing the button to get to his floor. He palmed open his door and was surprised to hear his shower on. He was more than certain that he hadn't asked Atlantis to do that. He cautiously entered his bathroom, every nerve thrumming with adrenaline. As he rounded the corner he was surprised to see none other than Cameron Mitchell just shutting off the water.

"Morning." Mitchell greeted as if he wasn't completely naked.

John on the other hand, unstrapped his thigh holster, kicked off his boots and walked right into the still wet shower. He knew that his knees probably wouldn't forgive him but he needed Mitchell and he needed him right now. Cam had seen the way that John had looked him up and down. He knew exactly what his boyfriend was thinking, and there was no way that he would ever turn down a legendary John Sheppard blow job.

John sank to his knees, never mind that his socks were soaked and now his pants were getting wet as well. He smiled up at Cam, looking at him through his lashes as he realized that Cam was already hard. He gave the head of Cam's cock a kiss, before closing his lips just around the tip, tonguing his slit to taste the precum that had gathered there.

Cam cradled the back of John's head. Not pushing him or guiding him, just holding him close. John inhaled through his nose and then pushed his mouth all the way down. He relaxed his throat as he felt the head of Cam's cock push down his throat. John looked up at Cam through his lashes.

Cam had to admit that this look never got old on John. He was looking up at Cam, his eyes slightly pleading for Cam to move. His mouth stuffed full of Cameron's cock, a bit of drool escaping though the corner of his mouth. And then Cam started to move, pulling nearly all the way out, allowing Sheppard to take a breath before stuffing himself back into John's throat. John closed his eyes and nearly purred. At this point, John put his hands behind his back and just allowed himself to be used. Cam was moaning almost non stop.

"Oh, you were just meant for sucking cock, weren't you?" He knew that John would be unable to answer. But the glazed look that his eyes got told him everything that he needed to know. Cam just stood there, fucking his boyfriend's face, and John just took it. And judging by the tent that he had in the front of his BDU's, he was enjoying every second of it. Cam knew that John's jaw had to be getting sore so he spent up his thrusts and in a space of minutes came down his boyfriend's throat.

After John had regained enough of his composure that he could stand, he stripped out of his wet clothing, leaving them in the shower. But Cam was having none of that. He moved John's clothes to the sink, where he would look after them later. Then he turned the shower back on, making sure that the temperature was just the way that he liked it, and lovingly washed every inch of his boyfriend. Cam had jerked him off, fast and messy. He knew that John would be exhausted and he would easily take his time, taking John a part piece by piece after the debriefing. He had a feeling that John would need it. If the mission was as much as a clusterfuck as he thought (John always needed to be used after a mission like that, to prove to himself that he could still feel something), then the debriefing would leave him just as raw.

Once they were in bed, curled around one another, John looked at his alarm clock. He squinted at it, as if it had insulted him. "Cam?"

Cam was rubbing circles into John's back. "Yeah."

"When I caught you in my shower didn't say 'morning'?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"It's almost 10 at night."

Cam offered no explanation, just softly laughed and snuggled in closer to John. In no time, they were both asleep.