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FIC: This is the wonder of devotion (NC-17)
The poll has spoken, so - just for you, flist! Happy Friday! ♥
He wakes to the distant shush of tires on wet road, Rodney’s hand curling warm and possessive around his shoulder to pull him closer. The window at the foot of the bed is thrown open and Rodney’s fingers are still damp with rain, gritty from touching the sill they haven’t cleaned since the summer months. It’s a few moments before John registers the patter of water on the house’s siding, the steady, familiar rhythm of it muted by the comforter that’s pulled up around their ears and tucked under their bodies carefully to keep heat inside. The lights are off even though it’s dark enough outside that all John can see is the glint of Rodney’s eyes, the faint outline of his cheek.
Hey, Rodney whispers, softly.
John smiles and closes his eyes again; he doesn’t need them to touch Rodney, to feel the warm curve of skin down to Rodney’s bare hip. Hey, he whispers back. Time’s it?
Almost eleven. I didn’t want to wake you.
Mmm, John murmurs, and starts them off with a chaste kiss. Good to me.
The rain picks up, louder, harder; the morning birds settle and hush, tucked away into the trees to weather out the storm. John’s world narrows, becomes this bed, Rodney’s mouth, the gentle pressure of Rodney’s fingertips on his shoulder blades that keeps him close and safe. Their legs are tangled together, awkward and comfortable, Rodney’s cold toes slowly warming against John’s ankle – M’not your hot water bottle, Rodney, John chuckles.
Rodney doesn’t answer, his lips busy with John’s neck, John’s chest, John’s stomach. Cool air rushes into the Rodney-shaped gape in the blankets, making them both shiver and shift closer together – but Rodney doesn’t stop and John doesn’t ask him to, sliding a hand down his own body instead to touch the soft hair just behind Rodney’s ear and guide him lower, lower.
The first touch of Rodney’s mouth shocks a hoarse sound out of him, all that heat sinking down on his cock till he can feel the pointed tip of Rodney’s nose against his thigh and the soft huff of Rodney’s laughter.
God, John moans, God, Rodney.
He sounds loud to his own ears, embarrassing, but Rodney’s sucking hard on the tip of his cock and there’s no room left in his mind for anything more than yes and please. Rodney’s smug even in this, cheerfully exploiting every one of John’s sensitive spots – his tongue rubbing just under the head, his fingers pressing up behind John’s balls – just to hear John’s voice break helplessly on, Oh, Jesus, fuck.
His orgasm builds at the base of his spine so quietly John doesn’t notice it until he’s trembling under Rodney and gripping the comforter hard enough he feels his own nails through the cotton and padding.
When he can, he reaches down for Rodney’s shoulders and urges him up, pulls him close, feeling Rodney’s hard cock slot into the groove of his hip and thigh. The light coming in from the window is even dimmer now, darker clouds on the horizon that promise a proper storm with thunder and lightning and downed electric lines, the power of nature unleashed. John isn’t worried; they have candles to light and room in their stomachs for the ice cream they’ll have to rescue from the freezer, nowhere to be for days.
Come on, John tells Rodney, and he can’t keep the smile off his face.
Rodney kisses it, traces the happy curve of John’s lips with his tongue, and John just smiles wider, finding the shape of Rodney’s hips with both hands and guiding him into a slow, languid rhythm. Each thrust has the tip of Rodney’s cock sliding over his stomach, slicking the way for every one that follows, making it hotter and wetter. John sets the heel of his palm low on Rodney’s back and pushes down, forces him into a harder grind.
Come on, John murmurs again, and Rodney does with a low, shaky whine, his mouth clumsy and open against John’s throat.
There’s silence for a few minutes while they both catch their breath, and then Rodney says, Nnf, and rolls off of John towards the edge of the bed, taking most of the blankets with him. John makes a half-hearted noise of protest, too blissed out to care if his feet get cold, and Rodney replies, Up, you lazy lump, we need to get the candles. And, uh, the ice cream. You know, just in case.
Grinning, John rolls too, following the pull of the blankets until he’s curled around Rodney’s warm back. He kisses the nape of Rodney’s neck and murmurs, You have the best ideas.
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I can practically hear the rain, it's just so lush and beautiful and hooooooooooooot. YAY FOR RAINY DAY PORN!
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Rodney kisses it, traces the happy curve of John’s lips with his tongue, *melts*
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jag;oiwgmkwag, thank you! *smish*
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*cuddles them and you*
♥
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I CANNOT WAIT FOR TEN O'CLOCK OMG.
*fidgets*
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;) Amazing mood. You can feel the soft languidness of the morning, the rainy-day pleasure. And John pressing down on Rodney's back to grind him harder was just amazing.
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♥
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