When Rodney wakes up tied to the bed, John just grins at him. "My turn."

Rodney, not being an idiot, has no problem whatsoever with that. The knots are professional - that's to be expected - but John's nervous. Rodney can feel it in the way the fingers trailing down his chest shake slightly, can see it in the way John's teeth dent his curvy lower lip as he bites it in concentration.

"What can I do?" John asks.

"Everything," Rodney says, and he means it. He really, really means it.

When John spends long minutes licking and biting his nipples, Rodney thinks he's died and gone to heaven. When John flicks his tongue between every one of Rodney's ribs, he wants to kill him. When John hesitates, fingers moving uncertainly against the the thin skin over his hipbones, Rodney wishes his hands were free, just so he could pet John's hair and touch his jaw. Instead, he smiles down and says, "Do it."

Being on the receiving end of the first blowjob John Sheppard ever gives immediately goes into his top ten Best Moments Ever.

Being the first guy John Sheppard ever fucks goes to the top three.