Ficlet: Sometimes (NC-17)
Title: Sometimes
Author: neevebrody
Rating: NC-17
Words: 528
Warnings/Spoilers: Nothing but a short PWP - unbetaed
Legal: So not mine.
Summary: Sometimes, it really is just about the sex.
Sometimes, it really is just about the sex. Sometimes, a guy just needs to get blown, have his dick sucked so thoroughly and so good and so just about getting off - the soft, wet heat of a willing and easy mouth, the resistance, the pull.
And, sometimes, a guy just needs to fuck another guy's face - the hot slide in and out as his hips snap forward again and again, the dull rub of the head of his cock at the back of the throat, and bonus points if the other guy gags and spits and comes right back for more. It's that shiver of unadulterated pleasure and power, tangling with respect and feelings all the way to John's brain, that makes him stutter in his movements just the slightest then slow down.
That's when Rodney looks up, pulls back, a tiny thread of saliva still connecting them, the slick of his mouth replaced by the hard, tight slide of his hand. Rodney's lips are puffy-red and take up the whole of John's vision; they move and quiver around the words, "Don't stop" and "I want you to."
"To what? Say it." And these words can't be his; the voice is too needy, too...
"Fuck me... fuck my mouth... I want you to."
Jesus Christ, Rodney on his knees begging for it is like a drug, winding John tighter. The skin on the back of his thighs tingles as Rodney slides both hands there now. Rodney's hair is baby-fine and soft caught between John's fingers, his mouth so hot, and nothing, anywhere should feel this fucking good.
Dull fingernails dig into his flesh. Rodney's muscles heave as his throat closes but, still, he pulls John forward. John doesn't deserve this, someone so willing… someone who understands the just about the sex thing... Rodney.
"Rodney... Rodney..."
A choke and a gag answer his whispers and that's like a hard slap to the ass, has that coil deep in his balls ready to snap. He tightens his fists in Rodney's hair, hunches forward with his thrusts. Rodney's a big boy; he can stop this any time he wants. One little kernel of thought that has John balancing on the edge of uncertainty and the need to fucking come down Rodney's throat. Sometimes, it's all about shooting down Rodney's throat, too, and when a deep, smothered moan vibrates the length of him, John lets go, the force of it whiting out the room for one glorious, mind-fucking moment.
The way Rodney swallows around him hugs the sensitive head, making John push in and linger... "That's... fuck, take it all..." punctuating with a final thrust of his hips.
Then he drops to his knees, holds Rodney's face in his hands, and searches the inside of Rodney's mouth for the very last taste of himself. The rattle of Rodney's belt and the sharp sound of a zipper remind him how hard Rodney must be, and John wants this last bit of control because, sometimes, a guy has to take a little payback.
And when it's with someone who has more than your back in two galaxies... damn, that makes it all the fucking better.
Author: neevebrody
Rating: NC-17
Words: 528
Warnings/Spoilers: Nothing but a short PWP - unbetaed
Legal: So not mine.
Summary: Sometimes, it really is just about the sex.
Sometimes, it really is just about the sex. Sometimes, a guy just needs to get blown, have his dick sucked so thoroughly and so good and so just about getting off - the soft, wet heat of a willing and easy mouth, the resistance, the pull.
And, sometimes, a guy just needs to fuck another guy's face - the hot slide in and out as his hips snap forward again and again, the dull rub of the head of his cock at the back of the throat, and bonus points if the other guy gags and spits and comes right back for more. It's that shiver of unadulterated pleasure and power, tangling with respect and feelings all the way to John's brain, that makes him stutter in his movements just the slightest then slow down.
That's when Rodney looks up, pulls back, a tiny thread of saliva still connecting them, the slick of his mouth replaced by the hard, tight slide of his hand. Rodney's lips are puffy-red and take up the whole of John's vision; they move and quiver around the words, "Don't stop" and "I want you to."
"To what? Say it." And these words can't be his; the voice is too needy, too...
"Fuck me... fuck my mouth... I want you to."
Jesus Christ, Rodney on his knees begging for it is like a drug, winding John tighter. The skin on the back of his thighs tingles as Rodney slides both hands there now. Rodney's hair is baby-fine and soft caught between John's fingers, his mouth so hot, and nothing, anywhere should feel this fucking good.
Dull fingernails dig into his flesh. Rodney's muscles heave as his throat closes but, still, he pulls John forward. John doesn't deserve this, someone so willing… someone who understands the just about the sex thing... Rodney.
"Rodney... Rodney..."
A choke and a gag answer his whispers and that's like a hard slap to the ass, has that coil deep in his balls ready to snap. He tightens his fists in Rodney's hair, hunches forward with his thrusts. Rodney's a big boy; he can stop this any time he wants. One little kernel of thought that has John balancing on the edge of uncertainty and the need to fucking come down Rodney's throat. Sometimes, it's all about shooting down Rodney's throat, too, and when a deep, smothered moan vibrates the length of him, John lets go, the force of it whiting out the room for one glorious, mind-fucking moment.
The way Rodney swallows around him hugs the sensitive head, making John push in and linger... "That's... fuck, take it all..." punctuating with a final thrust of his hips.
Then he drops to his knees, holds Rodney's face in his hands, and searches the inside of Rodney's mouth for the very last taste of himself. The rattle of Rodney's belt and the sharp sound of a zipper remind him how hard Rodney must be, and John wants this last bit of control because, sometimes, a guy has to take a little payback.
And when it's with someone who has more than your back in two galaxies... damn, that makes it all the fucking better.