Domum Longinquo, Interlude 1
Title: Domum Longinquo
Author:
broms_lullaby
Pairings: John Sheppard/Cameron Mitchell,
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,049
Warnings: This is nearly 2,000 words of smut. So, yeah, explicit sex.
Summary:After contact is reestablished with the Atlantis Expedition, John and Cam find themselves embarking on a long journey.
AN: I finished writing this part and realized that it was entirely sex, so instead of calling it a part of the story I am calling it an interlude. Feel free to skip it as it doesn't really have much to do with the story and you will get a summary of what happened in the next part. This takes place between parts Three and Four. Also, this is my first attempt at smut. How did I do?
Series: Excubiae Perpetua
Disclaimer: I own neither Stargate SG-1 nor Stargate Atlantis.
Domum Longinquo, Interlude One
When John woke he became aware of two things. First, Cam was kissing the back of his neck and was very hard. Second, the instinctual rubbing he was doing against Cam was having the unfortunate side effect of grinding his own erection into a very stiff Evan. As soon as John realized this he let go of his friend, glad that his hand was across Evan’s chest instead of lower, and then he stopped his grinding. Cam chuckled a little when Even let out a relieved sigh.
“Evan, not that we don’t love you or anything, but please get the fuck out. The first time I fuck my husband in aver a year really doesn’t need any extra participants” Cam gave him a slight push to make his point even more clear as he started rubbing against John’s back.
Evan made a slightly disappointed sound before crawling out of bed and trying to find his pants. “Yeah, okay fine. I have a debriefing in an hour anyway.” John noticed that he too was hard, and his boxers were doing nothing to hide that fact. He would have felt bad for kicking him out, but really, this was a private moment. Evan finally got his pants, which also did little to hide his erection on and hurried out the door with his things. John turned to his husband, bringing their cocks together and both men moaned.
“How do we want to do this, Cam? What will be most comfortable for you?” His pulse quickened as he pulled first his, then Cam’s shirt off. They were really going to do this, and damn anyone that tried to stop them!
Cam thought for a second before murmuring “Ride me, Shep,” in a ragged voice. John had no issues with that. He threw back the covers and shucked his sleep pants before leaning over and kissing his husband hard. He kissed down his throat and chest before sucking on a nipple and sliding his hands under the waistband of Cam’s sleep pants. He moved further down Cam’s stomach to the edge of the material before lifting his lover’s hips with one hand and sliding the offending clothing down and off.
He sat back and admired his husband. Cam was absolutely beautiful. He was very masculine with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He had hair on his chest and stomach, soft and wispy and it drove John nuts. It was thick, but not too thick and didn’t grow on his back or shoulders. It had the perfect boundaries and could not be made any hotter by any amount of manscaping. He was muscular, even after nearly a year of inactivity his muscles were still hard and defined. His arms and legs were works of art. His heavy testicles hung low in his constricting scrotum and if his body was art then his cock was a masterpiece.
John’s cock was a decent size, slightly above average, but Cam had several inches on him in both length and circumference. He also knew exactly how to use it and was by far the best lover John had ever had. It was standing proudly out of a bed of curls, with a slight bend towards Cam’s stomach halfway along the shaft, swollen and red and oh so hard.
John’s mouth watered as he bent down and kissed the head before licking up the underside and taking in as much of it as he could and swallowing as it hit the back of his throat. He wished he could do this more, but given Cam’s size prolonged fellatio caused John’s jaw to hurt. Rummaging above him told him that Cam was getting the lube out of the nightstand before Cam gave a playful tug on his hair.
John got the message and released Cam before crawling up his body and engulfing his mouth in a passionate kiss. After a few seconds he felt Cam start to play at his entrance with a wet, slippery finger before pushing in. John gasped and forced himself not to tense. The last time he had been breached was a week before Cam’s crash, nearly a year ago. Cam played around for a bit, letting John get used to the intrusion and relax before sliding another finger in and scissoring them. John moaned at the burn and stretch that it caused. He loved this part, and when they were younger he could usually get off just from Cam’s preparation alone.
After a few seconds Cam sought out John’s prostate and made sure to rub it every few seconds, but not too often. He knew that if John finished he would be done for a while, and nobody wanted that. By the time Cam slid a third finger in John was so far gone that he couldn’t concentrate enough to keep up the kiss and instead nuzzled Cam’s neck where it met his shoulder. By that time he was nearly begging for Cam to just get on with it already, but he knew that Cam wouldn’t stop until he knew John was ready. John felt the burn of a fourth finger for a few seconds before Cam withdrew his hand and kissed John’s temple.
John sat up as Cam spread lube generously around himself. He put his knees on either side of his husband and sat up further while Cam guided his cock to John’s entrance. When John felt the hot, thick head push against his hole in the correct spot he sat back and pushed out, his breath hitching at the pain that came with the invasion. The unfortunate thin about Cam’s massive member was that there was really no way to get around those first moments of pain after a long separation.
He continued lowering himself while forcing his inside to relax until he was sitting on Cam’s groin, his cock aching with need and pointed at the ceiling and feeling so full he almost couldn’t take it. He sat there for nearly a minute, breathing heavily with Cam and relaxing his muscles until the pain receded and left sheer bliss in its wake. He started lifting himself off, pulling nearly all the way off before sliding down again. He repeated the action slowly a few times, enjoying the wonderful sounds Cam was making before speeding up.
After a couple minutes of varying his speed he leaned forward a little and moaned loudly with Cam as the powerful member began rubbing at his prostate on every stroke, causing him to shoot a stream of precome onto Cam’s stomach and start leaking the viscous fluid. By now they were both moaning loudly, Cam was uttering a string of curses and prayers and absolute gibberish. He reached between Johns legs and began to fondle his testicles and perineum. If he did much else it would end things too soon, but he wanted to do something.
John watched a jolt of pain flash across Cam’s face as he started trying to meet John’s thrusts, and John shushed him and put a hand on his hip, stilling him. His husband couldn’t enjoy the sex if he was in pain. Before long he felt the sweet sensation of his orgasm building deep inside him, a tingling starting at the base of his cock and moving outwards to the head. He must have somehow communicated that he was close, because gave his balls a final, gentle squeeze and started stroking him. It only took a few strokes before he gave a cut off shout and exploded, striping his husband's chest, neck and Jesus face with thick white strands of his seed.
Cam followed shortly after him, his cock spasming and warmth spreading withing John. John kept his rhythmic motions going, only slowing down as he felt Cam’s orgasm stop and his cock begin to soften.
He sat all the way back again, not ready to be rid of the cock in his ass, and leaned down and licked his come off of Cam’s face before kissing him deeply. He got so lost in the kiss that it took him a moment to realize that Cam never fell out, on the contrary he got even harder. He pulled back and looked at his husband, who had a gleeful smile on his face that turned mischievous right before Cam turned them both over, still buried deep inside John until he was on top. He kissed his husband for a few more seconds before humping into him with wild abandon. His back started to ache but in that moment he couldn’t care less. He looked down and saw that John had lost his erection, which wasn’t surprising, really, as they weren’t young men anymore. The look of devastation on his face was encouraging, though, so he kept up the relentless fucking for another few minutes before he came to a shuddering, breathless halt and spilled into his husband again.
He was having trouble breathing at that point so collapsed on top of John and panted for a while, while John’s arms slid around him and held him tight. A minute later John giggled a little hysterically and Cam looked at him. “You’re still hard, baby. Got more in ya?”
Cam’s brain was a little short on blood so he had to think about that until he realized that yes, he was still hard, and while he was tired, he really did want to plow into John again. So he did, coming with a hoarse shout again a few minutes after that.
After that he couldn’t handle any more, and he knew John was going to have issues sitting for a while, so he pulled out slowly, trying to ignore John’s disappointed sigh and rolled over next to him. John rolled over and pillowed his head on Cam shoulder and swung his leg over him before saying "God, Cam, I love you. That was spectacular!"
Cam laughed a little, reaching down behind John to poke a finger into him and play with the juices that were leaking out, as he liked to do after he topped. “I love you too, John. I’ve missed that a lot.”
John grinned up at him. “Is that why you’re still hard? I mean, that can’t be normal. God, Cam. I almost came there at the end, it was amazing!”
Cam grinned and stretched his free arm out, wincing at the pull of the drying semen on his chest. There was little worse than dried come in chest hair. He poked his finger into John one last time before giving him a light spank and suggesting a shower, which John heartily agreed to, reminding Cam that he had transferred some spunk to his chest after round two.
They got up, Cam trying to ignore the dull ache in his back that was trying to make itself at home and walked shakily, leaning heavily on John into the bathroom and starting the shower. He waited while John went to go quickly strip the now soiled sheets from the bed and stared confusedly at his still hard penis. He hadn’t gone this long without going soft in twenty years, and had never experienced three orgasms in such quick succession.
John gave him an incredulous look when he came back. Cam shrugged and got into the shower. John followed him in and they took turns standing under the hot spray before Cam lathered up a wash cloth and started washing his husband thoroughly. This was his favorite part of sex, the closeness and companionship that came after. He handed the cloth off to John with a kiss and sighed as he got washed himself. They both rinsed off before he too the still soapy wash cloth, braced John against the wall and cleaned semen out of his entrance and between his legs. That was another awful spot for it to dry.
They were about to wash their hair when John gave Cam’s cock a disdainful glare, stepped behind him and wrapped one arm around Cam’s stomach and his other hand around his cock and jerked him to completion. When Cam was sure he could stand on his own again John moved around him and gave him a look that promised consequences if he didn’t get soft, which he thankfully, finally, did.
Part Four
This entry was originally posted at http://broms-lullaby.dreamwidth.org/4114.html. Please comment there using OpenID.
Author:
broms_lullaby
Pairings: John Sheppard/Cameron Mitchell,
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,049
Warnings: This is nearly 2,000 words of smut. So, yeah, explicit sex.
Summary:After contact is reestablished with the Atlantis Expedition, John and Cam find themselves embarking on a long journey.
AN: I finished writing this part and realized that it was entirely sex, so instead of calling it a part of the story I am calling it an interlude. Feel free to skip it as it doesn't really have much to do with the story and you will get a summary of what happened in the next part. This takes place between parts Three and Four. Also, this is my first attempt at smut. How did I do?
Series: Excubiae Perpetua
Disclaimer: I own neither Stargate SG-1 nor Stargate Atlantis.
Domum Longinquo, Interlude One
When John woke he became aware of two things. First, Cam was kissing the back of his neck and was very hard. Second, the instinctual rubbing he was doing against Cam was having the unfortunate side effect of grinding his own erection into a very stiff Evan. As soon as John realized this he let go of his friend, glad that his hand was across Evan’s chest instead of lower, and then he stopped his grinding. Cam chuckled a little when Even let out a relieved sigh.
“Evan, not that we don’t love you or anything, but please get the fuck out. The first time I fuck my husband in aver a year really doesn’t need any extra participants” Cam gave him a slight push to make his point even more clear as he started rubbing against John’s back.
Evan made a slightly disappointed sound before crawling out of bed and trying to find his pants. “Yeah, okay fine. I have a debriefing in an hour anyway.” John noticed that he too was hard, and his boxers were doing nothing to hide that fact. He would have felt bad for kicking him out, but really, this was a private moment. Evan finally got his pants, which also did little to hide his erection on and hurried out the door with his things. John turned to his husband, bringing their cocks together and both men moaned.
“How do we want to do this, Cam? What will be most comfortable for you?” His pulse quickened as he pulled first his, then Cam’s shirt off. They were really going to do this, and damn anyone that tried to stop them!
Cam thought for a second before murmuring “Ride me, Shep,” in a ragged voice. John had no issues with that. He threw back the covers and shucked his sleep pants before leaning over and kissing his husband hard. He kissed down his throat and chest before sucking on a nipple and sliding his hands under the waistband of Cam’s sleep pants. He moved further down Cam’s stomach to the edge of the material before lifting his lover’s hips with one hand and sliding the offending clothing down and off.
He sat back and admired his husband. Cam was absolutely beautiful. He was very masculine with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He had hair on his chest and stomach, soft and wispy and it drove John nuts. It was thick, but not too thick and didn’t grow on his back or shoulders. It had the perfect boundaries and could not be made any hotter by any amount of manscaping. He was muscular, even after nearly a year of inactivity his muscles were still hard and defined. His arms and legs were works of art. His heavy testicles hung low in his constricting scrotum and if his body was art then his cock was a masterpiece.
John’s cock was a decent size, slightly above average, but Cam had several inches on him in both length and circumference. He also knew exactly how to use it and was by far the best lover John had ever had. It was standing proudly out of a bed of curls, with a slight bend towards Cam’s stomach halfway along the shaft, swollen and red and oh so hard.
John’s mouth watered as he bent down and kissed the head before licking up the underside and taking in as much of it as he could and swallowing as it hit the back of his throat. He wished he could do this more, but given Cam’s size prolonged fellatio caused John’s jaw to hurt. Rummaging above him told him that Cam was getting the lube out of the nightstand before Cam gave a playful tug on his hair.
John got the message and released Cam before crawling up his body and engulfing his mouth in a passionate kiss. After a few seconds he felt Cam start to play at his entrance with a wet, slippery finger before pushing in. John gasped and forced himself not to tense. The last time he had been breached was a week before Cam’s crash, nearly a year ago. Cam played around for a bit, letting John get used to the intrusion and relax before sliding another finger in and scissoring them. John moaned at the burn and stretch that it caused. He loved this part, and when they were younger he could usually get off just from Cam’s preparation alone.
After a few seconds Cam sought out John’s prostate and made sure to rub it every few seconds, but not too often. He knew that if John finished he would be done for a while, and nobody wanted that. By the time Cam slid a third finger in John was so far gone that he couldn’t concentrate enough to keep up the kiss and instead nuzzled Cam’s neck where it met his shoulder. By that time he was nearly begging for Cam to just get on with it already, but he knew that Cam wouldn’t stop until he knew John was ready. John felt the burn of a fourth finger for a few seconds before Cam withdrew his hand and kissed John’s temple.
John sat up as Cam spread lube generously around himself. He put his knees on either side of his husband and sat up further while Cam guided his cock to John’s entrance. When John felt the hot, thick head push against his hole in the correct spot he sat back and pushed out, his breath hitching at the pain that came with the invasion. The unfortunate thin about Cam’s massive member was that there was really no way to get around those first moments of pain after a long separation.
He continued lowering himself while forcing his inside to relax until he was sitting on Cam’s groin, his cock aching with need and pointed at the ceiling and feeling so full he almost couldn’t take it. He sat there for nearly a minute, breathing heavily with Cam and relaxing his muscles until the pain receded and left sheer bliss in its wake. He started lifting himself off, pulling nearly all the way off before sliding down again. He repeated the action slowly a few times, enjoying the wonderful sounds Cam was making before speeding up.
After a couple minutes of varying his speed he leaned forward a little and moaned loudly with Cam as the powerful member began rubbing at his prostate on every stroke, causing him to shoot a stream of precome onto Cam’s stomach and start leaking the viscous fluid. By now they were both moaning loudly, Cam was uttering a string of curses and prayers and absolute gibberish. He reached between Johns legs and began to fondle his testicles and perineum. If he did much else it would end things too soon, but he wanted to do something.
John watched a jolt of pain flash across Cam’s face as he started trying to meet John’s thrusts, and John shushed him and put a hand on his hip, stilling him. His husband couldn’t enjoy the sex if he was in pain. Before long he felt the sweet sensation of his orgasm building deep inside him, a tingling starting at the base of his cock and moving outwards to the head. He must have somehow communicated that he was close, because gave his balls a final, gentle squeeze and started stroking him. It only took a few strokes before he gave a cut off shout and exploded, striping his husband's chest, neck and Jesus face with thick white strands of his seed.
Cam followed shortly after him, his cock spasming and warmth spreading withing John. John kept his rhythmic motions going, only slowing down as he felt Cam’s orgasm stop and his cock begin to soften.
He sat all the way back again, not ready to be rid of the cock in his ass, and leaned down and licked his come off of Cam’s face before kissing him deeply. He got so lost in the kiss that it took him a moment to realize that Cam never fell out, on the contrary he got even harder. He pulled back and looked at his husband, who had a gleeful smile on his face that turned mischievous right before Cam turned them both over, still buried deep inside John until he was on top. He kissed his husband for a few more seconds before humping into him with wild abandon. His back started to ache but in that moment he couldn’t care less. He looked down and saw that John had lost his erection, which wasn’t surprising, really, as they weren’t young men anymore. The look of devastation on his face was encouraging, though, so he kept up the relentless fucking for another few minutes before he came to a shuddering, breathless halt and spilled into his husband again.
He was having trouble breathing at that point so collapsed on top of John and panted for a while, while John’s arms slid around him and held him tight. A minute later John giggled a little hysterically and Cam looked at him. “You’re still hard, baby. Got more in ya?”
Cam’s brain was a little short on blood so he had to think about that until he realized that yes, he was still hard, and while he was tired, he really did want to plow into John again. So he did, coming with a hoarse shout again a few minutes after that.
After that he couldn’t handle any more, and he knew John was going to have issues sitting for a while, so he pulled out slowly, trying to ignore John’s disappointed sigh and rolled over next to him. John rolled over and pillowed his head on Cam shoulder and swung his leg over him before saying "God, Cam, I love you. That was spectacular!"
Cam laughed a little, reaching down behind John to poke a finger into him and play with the juices that were leaking out, as he liked to do after he topped. “I love you too, John. I’ve missed that a lot.”
John grinned up at him. “Is that why you’re still hard? I mean, that can’t be normal. God, Cam. I almost came there at the end, it was amazing!”
Cam grinned and stretched his free arm out, wincing at the pull of the drying semen on his chest. There was little worse than dried come in chest hair. He poked his finger into John one last time before giving him a light spank and suggesting a shower, which John heartily agreed to, reminding Cam that he had transferred some spunk to his chest after round two.
They got up, Cam trying to ignore the dull ache in his back that was trying to make itself at home and walked shakily, leaning heavily on John into the bathroom and starting the shower. He waited while John went to go quickly strip the now soiled sheets from the bed and stared confusedly at his still hard penis. He hadn’t gone this long without going soft in twenty years, and had never experienced three orgasms in such quick succession.
John gave him an incredulous look when he came back. Cam shrugged and got into the shower. John followed him in and they took turns standing under the hot spray before Cam lathered up a wash cloth and started washing his husband thoroughly. This was his favorite part of sex, the closeness and companionship that came after. He handed the cloth off to John with a kiss and sighed as he got washed himself. They both rinsed off before he too the still soapy wash cloth, braced John against the wall and cleaned semen out of his entrance and between his legs. That was another awful spot for it to dry.
They were about to wash their hair when John gave Cam’s cock a disdainful glare, stepped behind him and wrapped one arm around Cam’s stomach and his other hand around his cock and jerked him to completion. When Cam was sure he could stand on his own again John moved around him and gave him a look that promised consequences if he didn’t get soft, which he thankfully, finally, did.
Part Four
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