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FIC: Come Undone (NC-17)
Title: Come Undone
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: ~650 words
Notes: Because all my other stories have stalled out in truly distressing ways, here is some mindless porn. Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chopchica and amberlynne.
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: ~650 words
Notes: Because all my other stories have stalled out in truly distressing ways, here is some mindless porn. Written for
chopchica and amberlynne.The wet head of Rodney's cock slides easily through John's fist, feels smooth and hot when John's thumb rubs over the slit and down below the ridge to tease at that spot - the one that makes Rodney say, "Oh," and, "God, John, please," his voice shaky and desperate. John grins against the side of Rodney's neck and pushes Rodney's thighs further apart with his knees, reaching down to cup Rodney's balls.
"Please what?" he asks innocently, stilling his hand.
Rodney curses and jerks at his restraints uselessly for a minute and John lets him, patient and smug in the knowledge that he's already come. "I am going to kill you when this is over," Rodney grumbles finally, flopping back against the pillows.
"I look forward to it," John murmurs, and he does, remembering the last time Rodney caught him unawares and how well he couldn't walk for two days after.
He pins Rodney's cock in place against his stomach with one finger while his mouth follows a meandering path down Rodney's chest to meet it, pausing at the pinched-red skin of Rodney's nipple to soothe it with his tongue, the soft dip of Rodney's navel to earn himself a helpless giggle. Rodney's chest is heaving all over again by the time John's mouth sinks down on him, teeth carefully covered only because he knows how much Rodney likes the light scrape of them. He wouldn't want this to be over so soon - not when he has all night to wind Rodney up, not when Rodney feels so good on his tongue.
He takes Rodney to the edge slowly, so slowly; keeps going even when his jaw aches and his back starts to cramp up just to feel the slick sweat break out on Rodney's skin, his chest and his stomach and the crease where hip meets thigh. Rodney's hips shift, restless and needy, straining against John's forearms to thrust up and get more, faster, harder.
"Please," Rodney whispers again, almost a sob, "fuck, please, John, I - I can't."
John backs off, licking his bruised lips at Rodney's groan, and wraps his fist loosely around the base of Rodney's cock with just enough pressure to feel. "You can," he says. He twists his hand, curves his palm to guide the head against his wrist as he strokes back down again. "I know you can. Just a little more."
Rodney trembles, breath coming in loud, shuddering pants; John can feel him unraveling, falling apart by degrees, and it's amazing, heady, watching Rodney's fragile composure shatter like this with the force of his need - his need for John and what John can give him. He mouths up the underside of Rodney's cock and sucks the tip into his mouth, tonguing the slit until Rodney keens and the bed shakes under them with the force of Rodney's full-body jerk. John relents then, looks up to meet Rodney's fever-bright eyes with his own as he curls his fingers around the shaft and starts stroking, hard and fast and everything he's been denying Rodney for what feels like hours.
"Can - can I?" Rodney gasps. "Please, please let me, I need to -"
"Yeah, do it," John tells him, "come on."
Rodney's shivery moans trail off until it's just the slick sound of John's hand on his cock, the rustle of the sheets when Rodney's body curves in on itself helplessly, shoulders coming up off the mattress - "John, John, oh god" - as he comes everywhere: over the back of John's knuckles, his own stomach and chest, the underside of his stubbled chin.
John works him through it, crawls up the bed while Rodney's still dazed and recovering to kiss those soft, soft lips, steal the sweet-quiet sounds Rodney's making at every pass of John's fingers from his mouth.
"Still gon' kill you," Rodney slurs happily. "Mmm, murder."
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*paws at you weakly*
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sooo hott!
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And yes! \o/ for bondage! IT IS NEVER NOT AWESOME!
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"Still gon' kill you," Rodney slurs happily. "Mmm, murder."
This cracked me up, especially the "mmm, murder". Heh.
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you killed me ded of the hot. ♥
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Bibble.
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How did I miss this before? Obviously friending is in order so that doesn't happen again ;)
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