Friday tea
Blowjobs. (the poll showed this spelling as the most popular.. well not the the most favorite option but as far as spelling went...) You can probably guess the favorite *g* Also, it's not too late to voice your opinion.
Tea and Blowjobs
Just a little image neevebrody and I want to share with you today ( Read more... )
Tea and Blowjobs
Just a little image neevebrody and I want to share with you today ( Read more... )
It’s the shoulders that do it. Not that Rodney ever needs help in that department, but there’s something about the cut and curve of The Suit, that slight padding that just emphasises the lush sweep from Rodney’s neck to upper arm. Even from the back it’s a perfect fit, sleek across the expanse of Rodney’s frame, broad as a western sky. It makes Rodney carry himself differently - taller, slower - a physical confidence that matches the ever sure and certain faith in his intellectually brilliance. It’s irresistible.
It breaks something inside of John, makes his mouth dry with want; draws him down to his knees in worship for the first time in his life.
John pushes Rodney’s knees apart, presses them to the sides of the wing chair, and slides his hands along the smooth fabric over Rodney’s thighs as he slips into the space between them. He hears the catch in Rodney’s throat and sees the tightening of his fingers on the arms of the chair as John eases down the zip, slips his fingers inside to release Rodney’s cock and watches it surge into hand. John rubs the silky skin against his lips and jaw, then huffs warm breaths that cool across the newly dampened shaft.
It only takes the gentlest of licks across the head for Rodney to be fully hard and wanting, one hand curved around John’s neck and the other loosening his belt. John holds Rodney’s hand, uncurls its broad fingers from the belt and places it back onto the chair arm. Delicately, carefully, he eases Rodney’s balls out and tucks the fly around the zip teeth to support the tender flesh without scratching. He wants every sensation to be him - for his mouth to be the only thing that Rodney feels. He holds Rodney’s cock with the softest grip and works his mouth against the wrinkled balls kissing and licking until he feels Rodney’s body begin to slump in his chair and knows he’s ready to beg for something more
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John pulls back slowly, working his tongue against the vein, until the curve of his bottom lip catches gently under the flared head of Rodney’s cock; like they were meant to be. He stops there, looks up to see Rodney looking down (pupils blown wide and dark, the gentlest huffs of breath escaping as his teeth worry at his lip) and John knows there is nothing more perfect than the way Rodney’s cock fits his mouth. He never wants it to leave. John presses his lips together, increasing the pressure on that sweet spot, and watches Rodney’s eyes flutter shut as John increases the suction.
John loses himself to the sensation - the smooth warmth under his hands, the hard silk that weighs heavy on his tongue, the gentle friction that makes his lips swell and tingle, the feeling of being lost in Rodney’s taste and smell, the heat of him everywhere. All of it is perfect.
He sucks and licks, gently scrapes his teeth along the shaft to make Rodney groan and surge forward into his mouth. He finds a rhythm of gentle kisses and a suction that builds and builds and builds until he sucks down deep again, swallowing hard around the head, over and over again in a way that he knows will make his voice rough tomorrow. He wants this to last, wants to feel Rodney in his throat forever. Then he feels that sudden hardening that seems almost impossible, the moment before solid turns to liquid. Then there it is; the hot salt heat coursing into his throat as Rodney’s cock pulses into his mouth and Rodney’s thighs shudder under his hands and his breath pants above his head.
John licks the hot skin clean until he feels the softening cock shudder against his tongue with over-sensitivity, then he lets it slip free from between his reddened lips and wipes the edge of his mouth with the back of his hand before resting his head on the silky cloth of Rodney’s thigh.
He’s not sure how long they stay like that - his head pillowed on Rodney’s leg while those broad fingers pet through his hair - but eventually Rodney’s voice breaks through the daze.
“Don’t get me wrong - because this is SO far from being a complaint - but, em, what brought that on?”
John can feel the roughened crack of his throat before a sound manages to escape. He answers gruffly, “The suit. You should definitely wear the suit more often.”
He can hear the chuckle in Rodney’s reply, “I think that can be arranged.”
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I'm sorry, tell me again why you're NOT writing.... because OMG, that was wonderful and wicked hot. I'd pick out some favorite lines, but I'd end up pasting the whole thing here.... I loved it and THAT is the spirit of BJ Friday!
*wanders off aimlessly, clutching Finn's ficlet*
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I have to get my courage together, maybe a few more BJF comment fics will do the trick.
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Stop being afraid to post your stories Finn, if they are only half as good as this comment fic, they'll be awesome ! ^_^
Thank you for sharing the hotness with us ;).
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I BELIEVE THIS WITH ALL MY HEART
*is puddled mess of goo*
The is no late. There is never late. In fact I firmly believe you should follow the B-J Friday tag and dirty them all up just like this!
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Gorgeously erotic & emotional writing, F! Wonderful!
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*ded*
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