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Jules: so like one of them calmly trails his foot up the other one's leg while making polite conversation with someone else. and there is massaging of the cock with the foot and stuff. i don't know why but i find that to be an incredible turn on. it's probably just some weird version of a public!sex kink.
Mel: I LOVE THAT
Mel: i remember reading SO many of those fics in buffy
Mel: it was a fandom-wide phenomenon i think
Jules: definitely! and i probably read all of them. and then in sv fandom they kind of picked the secret touching at official gatherings up.
Jules: it was all very hot
Jules: i think john and rodney would be awesome doing it.
Mel: they so would
Mel: damn, why hasn't fandom done that yet!
Mel: it would be so EASY
Mel: so easy for john to just casually lean to one side while they're sitting at a long table on M9X-847 eating with the king and his court, to slip his hand down rodney's thigh and up the inseam of his BDUs, pinky brushing the head of rodney's hardening cock.
Jules: ngh! YES!
Jules: oh my god yes.
Mel: and rodney gasps, almost choking when he inhales some of his rice; ronon pounds him on the back for a minute until rodney manages a strangled, i'm fine, i'm fine, breathless because john still hasn't stopped, his palm pressing hard against the line of rodney's erection, the pads of his fingers twitching in and up, finding the shape of rodney's balls with slow, persistent rubs.

john murmurs, all right there, buddy? out of the corner of his mouth, face blank and innocent, right as his pointer and middle fingers push up hard behind rodney's balls, forcing the seam of his boxers in so that when rodney shifts he's riding along it.

he lets out a soft whimper, covers it with a cough - which turns out to be a mistake, because now teyla's leaning across the table, concerned, placing a small hand on his shoulder and saying something to him that he can't make out past the hot pulse of his own blood in his ears. john's hand does something wicked and physically impossible, sweet, agonizing pressure all along rodney's cock, and he almost whites out, coming so hard his back bows forward and his head nearly connects with the table top.

oh my god, he breathes, hips jerking with aftershocks, and barely registers john's fast explanation to the king sitting at the end of the table, or the way that john gets him up with his shoulder shoved under rodney's arm to help him walk. he doesn't notice anything, really, until john lowers him down onto a soft bed and starts to undo rodney's pants.

so hot, john murmurs, mouth close to the strip of skin above rodney's waistband where his shirt has ridden up; now, he continues once rodney's sticky boxers are out of the way, smiling in a dark way that makes rodney’s heart beat faster, i'm gonna suck you.

So, on that note, drabble time! You all who've been around for a bit know the drill. The rest of you: gimme a few words, a song, a pairing, whatever you want in any fandom I've written in, and I'll give you a ficlet. Go!

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