The first time, John doesn't think anything of it. They're trying to be quick, and he figures Rodney's worried about finding them in the dark of the storage closet afterwards.
The second time, John is a little suspicious, but he happily lets Rodney distract him with a slow, hot blowjob. He'll never get tired of seeing Rodney down on his knees, or of the way Rodney's eyes glaze over like he loves John's cock in his mouth, like he needs it.
The third time, though - the third time, John notices.
"Just. Fuck, just leave them on," Rodney slurs. He bites at John's lower lip, scrapes his teeth across it until it's raw and sensitive and every brush of Rodney's tongue goes straight to John's cock. It's not enough to distract him, though, because now he has it in his head, and Rodney may be the Chemistry professor, but John's undergraduate degree was in engineering, and he knows how the scientific method works.
1. Form a hypothesis. 2. Perform an experiment and collect data. 3. Analyze data. 4. Form conclusions that serve as a starting point for new hypothesis.
Well, John already has his hypothesis (Rodney gets off on John in glasses), so now he needs to perform an experiment. Easy enough. He pushes Rodney back against the wall firmly until Rodney gets the point and stops struggling, and then slides to his knees, taking Rodney's loosened pants with him.
"Turn on the lights," he says. "I want you to see."
Rodney makes a strangled, desperate noise and gropes along the wall until he finds the light switch. As soon as the fluorescents flicker on, John leans in and nuzzles the line of Rodney's cock through his boxers, making sure the cold metal edge of his glasses brushes against Rodney's skin. Just as he expected, Rodney inhales sharply and curls his fingers into fists.
"Oh my god, John," Rodney whimpers. "You - fuck, you have no idea what you look like."
Pleased, John takes the waistband of Rodney's boxers with his teeth and tugs them down - a trick that he learned specifically because he knew it would turn Rodney into a gibbering mess. Now's definitely no exception.
John waits until Rodney's hips stop twitching some, and then dips his head down, swallowing around Rodney's cock until his nose is pressed to Rodney's belly and he can push forward deliberately with his knees until his glasses bump skin again. The reaction is instantaneous: Rodney lets out a tortured sound and his fingers tangle in John's hair, tugging so hard John winces, and pulling him away from Rodney's cock.
Not about to be deterred, John wraps both of his hands around Rodney and starts to stroke hard and fast, tilting his head back against Rodney's palm to look up at his face. He looks absolutely wrecked in a way that John doesn't get to see often - flushed and trembling, eyes so dark and wide they're almost unrecognizable.
"Come," John demands, and Rodney does, gasping a curse and dropping his head back against the wall with a thump.
When Rodney's got himself mostly back under control again, John sits back on his haunches. He grins wickedly, meeting Rodney's eyes through his smudged lenses, and reaches up to smear a thumb through the mess.
Rodney makes a low, helpless sound and hauls John up by his armpits, all but throwing him towards the bedroom. "I am going to fuck you so hard you can't sit down," he growls.
John happily lets himself be manhandled, tossing his glasses off somewhere between the living room and the hallway. He thinks he has sufficient data to form a sound conclusion.
this got a bit out of hand
The second time, John is a little suspicious, but he happily lets Rodney distract him with a slow, hot blowjob. He'll never get tired of seeing Rodney down on his knees, or of the way Rodney's eyes glaze over like he loves John's cock in his mouth, like he needs it.
The third time, though - the third time, John notices.
"Just. Fuck, just leave them on," Rodney slurs. He bites at John's lower lip, scrapes his teeth across it until it's raw and sensitive and every brush of Rodney's tongue goes straight to John's cock. It's not enough to distract him, though, because now he has it in his head, and Rodney may be the Chemistry professor, but John's undergraduate degree was in engineering, and he knows how the scientific method works.
1. Form a hypothesis.
2. Perform an experiment and collect data.
3. Analyze data.
4. Form conclusions that serve as a starting point for new hypothesis.
Well, John already has his hypothesis (Rodney gets off on John in glasses), so now he needs to perform an experiment. Easy enough. He pushes Rodney back against the wall firmly until Rodney gets the point and stops struggling, and then slides to his knees, taking Rodney's loosened pants with him.
"Turn on the lights," he says. "I want you to see."
Rodney makes a strangled, desperate noise and gropes along the wall until he finds the light switch. As soon as the fluorescents flicker on, John leans in and nuzzles the line of Rodney's cock through his boxers, making sure the cold metal edge of his glasses brushes against Rodney's skin. Just as he expected, Rodney inhales sharply and curls his fingers into fists.
"Oh my god, John," Rodney whimpers. "You - fuck, you have no idea what you look like."
Pleased, John takes the waistband of Rodney's boxers with his teeth and tugs them down - a trick that he learned specifically because he knew it would turn Rodney into a gibbering mess. Now's definitely no exception.
John waits until Rodney's hips stop twitching some, and then dips his head down, swallowing around Rodney's cock until his nose is pressed to Rodney's belly and he can push forward deliberately with his knees until his glasses bump skin again. The reaction is instantaneous: Rodney lets out a tortured sound and his fingers tangle in John's hair, tugging so hard John winces, and pulling him away from Rodney's cock.
Not about to be deterred, John wraps both of his hands around Rodney and starts to stroke hard and fast, tilting his head back against Rodney's palm to look up at his face. He looks absolutely wrecked in a way that John doesn't get to see often - flushed and trembling, eyes so dark and wide they're almost unrecognizable.
"Come," John demands, and Rodney does, gasping a curse and dropping his head back against the wall with a thump.
When Rodney's got himself mostly back under control again, John sits back on his haunches. He grins wickedly, meeting Rodney's eyes through his smudged lenses, and reaches up to smear a thumb through the mess.
Rodney makes a low, helpless sound and hauls John up by his armpits, all but throwing him towards the bedroom. "I am going to fuck you so hard you can't sit down," he growls.
John happily lets himself be manhandled, tossing his glasses off somewhere between the living room and the hallway. He thinks he has sufficient data to form a sound conclusion.