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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!
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.
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This "Turn on the lights," he says. "I want you to see." and this "Come," John demands, and Rodney does, gasping a curse and dropping his head back against the wall with a thump.
SO HOT OMG!
Re: this got a bit out of hand