Male Enhancement (McKay/Sheppard, NC-17)
If you ever wanted to know how my mind works:
There's new spam in my inbox, with the intriguing subject line of "Male Enhancement".
Which leads to me wondering how the human male, in general, would be enhanced.
Which leads to imagined conversations such as, "Now, my new boyfriend is an SX-7. He does the laundry and the dishes, and he never comes first." - "Oh, I'm so envious! I only have a GL. He can't even cook. *deep sigh*"
Which leads to brief flashbacks to the two volumes of Yuu Watase's Zettai Kareshi! I actually read, and to just about every John-is-a-hooker fic out there.
Which naturally leads to this:
Rodney got his new SX-7 two weeks after he'd ordered it. Him. It. Whatever. He'd been vaguely expecting an expensive-yet-inconspicuous-looking box the size of a fridge carton and agonising over how to find the on-switch, but his new acquisition turned up - fully activated, so to speak - at nine a.m. sharp on a Saturday morning, with a polite knock on the door, a sexy smirk and a drawled, "Hi."
He - it - was gorgeous. Modelled exactly to Rodney's specifications: A bit taller than him so it could easily clean the highest shelf that always had Rodney balancing precariously on his toes, but not too tall for a comfortable sixty-nine position. Slim without being anorexic, lightly muscled without being buff. Dark hair, because Rodney didn't want to be reminded of the Sam Carter fiasco at every turn. Confident, because if Rodney wanted trembling obedience he'd just go in to work. The preview at BoyFriend™'s website had looked promising enough. The finished product exceeded all expectations.
"Like what you see?" the SX-7 asked with a raised eyebrow, and Rodney realised he'd been staring.
"I'd better," he snapped, feeling his cheeks heat up, "You were expensive enough."
The SX-7 grinned and stepped in, looking around Rodney's apartment with interest. "Yeah, but I'm worth every cent." It - he? - craned his - its… okay, no, this was too confusing, and the SX-7 was basically a guy anyway, so Rodney'd just go with the male personal pronouns from now on. So, he craned his neck to peer into the kitchenette, where the ingredients for Rodney's breakfast were cluttering up just about every visible surface. "Want me to finish that?" Without waiting for Rodney's answer, the SX-7 turned back around to face him. "Or I could give you a blow job."
"Uh," was all Rodney managed, then the SX-7 was on his knees before him. Nimble fingers deftly opened his fly, and then his pants and boxers were unceremoniously shoved down and his rapidly hardening penis somehow ended up right inside the SX-7's hotwethotohGod mouth. After which the SX-7 paused and looked up, lips stretched around Rodney's cock, cheeks slightly puffed out, eyes wide and sincere and green and brown and, and-
And then the SX-7 started to suck. Strongly, cheeks hollowing out, pulling back slowly until only the head of Rodney's cock was still in his mouth where he held it, still sucking, before flicking his tongue over and around the slit, and Rodney felt his hips bucking forward without his conscious decision as he moaned, "Oh God."
It earned him a mischievous grin that should have warned him, but he still shouted in surprise when the SX-7 dove back down, taking him in all the way, not even stopping when Rodney felt his cock bump softly against the back of his BoyFriend™'s throat and slip further down, tight muscle closing around his crown. The SX-7 swallowed, throat constricting, and Rodney whimpered and saw stars dancing in front of his eyes.
"Oh God," he moaned again, swaying, clutching desperately at the SX-7's shoulders for fear his already wobbly knees would give out entirely and he'd fall. Only he was already falling, flying, gone; panting as the dark head bobbed up and down on his cock, sucking and licking and swallowing and oh, sweet sweet pressure and oh, slick slick tongue and oh, strong strong hands massaging his butt cheeks and oh, he was coming already.
He let out a long, drawn-out moan and the world somehow narrowed down to Rodney's dick spurting into the SX-7's mouth, to the SX-7 swallowing around him, drinking him down, licking him clean, finally pulling away to let Rodney's softening cock slip from his lips when Rodney made a high-pitched, pleading sound.
The SX-7 smiled beatifically and licked his lips, visibly pleased with himself. "Hi, I'm John," he said brightly. "I'm your new BoyFriend™. Pleased to meet you."
"Nnnrguh," Rodney replied intelligently as he slowly sank to the floor.
Worth every cent. Yes.
~~~
*whistles*
Part 2
Also, happy birthday, ninasis and call_robin!
There's new spam in my inbox, with the intriguing subject line of "Male Enhancement".
Which leads to me wondering how the human male, in general, would be enhanced.
Which leads to imagined conversations such as, "Now, my new boyfriend is an SX-7. He does the laundry and the dishes, and he never comes first." - "Oh, I'm so envious! I only have a GL. He can't even cook. *deep sigh*"
Which leads to brief flashbacks to the two volumes of Yuu Watase's Zettai Kareshi! I actually read, and to just about every John-is-a-hooker fic out there.
Which naturally leads to this:
Rodney got his new SX-7 two weeks after he'd ordered it. Him. It. Whatever. He'd been vaguely expecting an expensive-yet-inconspicuous-looking box the size of a fridge carton and agonising over how to find the on-switch, but his new acquisition turned up - fully activated, so to speak - at nine a.m. sharp on a Saturday morning, with a polite knock on the door, a sexy smirk and a drawled, "Hi."
He - it - was gorgeous. Modelled exactly to Rodney's specifications: A bit taller than him so it could easily clean the highest shelf that always had Rodney balancing precariously on his toes, but not too tall for a comfortable sixty-nine position. Slim without being anorexic, lightly muscled without being buff. Dark hair, because Rodney didn't want to be reminded of the Sam Carter fiasco at every turn. Confident, because if Rodney wanted trembling obedience he'd just go in to work. The preview at BoyFriend™'s website had looked promising enough. The finished product exceeded all expectations.
"Like what you see?" the SX-7 asked with a raised eyebrow, and Rodney realised he'd been staring.
"I'd better," he snapped, feeling his cheeks heat up, "You were expensive enough."
The SX-7 grinned and stepped in, looking around Rodney's apartment with interest. "Yeah, but I'm worth every cent." It - he? - craned his - its… okay, no, this was too confusing, and the SX-7 was basically a guy anyway, so Rodney'd just go with the male personal pronouns from now on. So, he craned his neck to peer into the kitchenette, where the ingredients for Rodney's breakfast were cluttering up just about every visible surface. "Want me to finish that?" Without waiting for Rodney's answer, the SX-7 turned back around to face him. "Or I could give you a blow job."
"Uh," was all Rodney managed, then the SX-7 was on his knees before him. Nimble fingers deftly opened his fly, and then his pants and boxers were unceremoniously shoved down and his rapidly hardening penis somehow ended up right inside the SX-7's hotwethotohGod mouth. After which the SX-7 paused and looked up, lips stretched around Rodney's cock, cheeks slightly puffed out, eyes wide and sincere and green and brown and, and-
And then the SX-7 started to suck. Strongly, cheeks hollowing out, pulling back slowly until only the head of Rodney's cock was still in his mouth where he held it, still sucking, before flicking his tongue over and around the slit, and Rodney felt his hips bucking forward without his conscious decision as he moaned, "Oh God."
It earned him a mischievous grin that should have warned him, but he still shouted in surprise when the SX-7 dove back down, taking him in all the way, not even stopping when Rodney felt his cock bump softly against the back of his BoyFriend™'s throat and slip further down, tight muscle closing around his crown. The SX-7 swallowed, throat constricting, and Rodney whimpered and saw stars dancing in front of his eyes.
"Oh God," he moaned again, swaying, clutching desperately at the SX-7's shoulders for fear his already wobbly knees would give out entirely and he'd fall. Only he was already falling, flying, gone; panting as the dark head bobbed up and down on his cock, sucking and licking and swallowing and oh, sweet sweet pressure and oh, slick slick tongue and oh, strong strong hands massaging his butt cheeks and oh, he was coming already.
He let out a long, drawn-out moan and the world somehow narrowed down to Rodney's dick spurting into the SX-7's mouth, to the SX-7 swallowing around him, drinking him down, licking him clean, finally pulling away to let Rodney's softening cock slip from his lips when Rodney made a high-pitched, pleading sound.
The SX-7 smiled beatifically and licked his lips, visibly pleased with himself. "Hi, I'm John," he said brightly. "I'm your new BoyFriend™. Pleased to meet you."
"Nnnrguh," Rodney replied intelligently as he slowly sank to the floor.
Worth every cent. Yes.
~~~
*whistles*
Part 2
Also, happy birthday, ninasis and call_robin!