Porn Battle VI (The Undiscovered Country)
Porn Battle VI (The Undiscovered Country) IS A GOTo join the battle, all you need to do is pick a prompt (any prompt, even if it's your own) and write the porniest bit of fiction you can, or make the hottest manip or painting or vid or song. Make it as kinky or as subtle as you like, but make it hot, melt your readers, create a stampede to all the ( Read more... )
John has the temerity to grin widely even as Rodney gets up and crosses the room to stand in front of where John is sitting sprawled against the wall. Rodney crouches down between John’s casually outstretched legs, ignoring the ache in his knees (this will be worth it, he tells himself. He’s right-he knows he’s right) as he leans forward into John’s personal space a little, holding up the crumpled paper.
“Were you waiting until my hair was long enough to have pigtails to pull?” Rodney asks, watching John’s reactions to his words and proximity with the same intensity he employs on important lab experiments. All the evidence is there-tense shoulders, flared nostrils, quickened breathing, dilated pupils-and Rodney can’t believe he missed it before. John leans back a little, shakes his head almost imperceptibly, and his whole body goes tense as though he’s about to push Rodney away and get up. His balance already threatened, Rodney drops his left hand down to John’s leg, bracing himself, hot palm to warm muscle, feeling John twitch slightly at the first touch.
“I wasn’t-” John breaks off, his voice deliciously low (another positive variable). The denial just spurs Rodney’s courage. He meets John’s eyes and twists his fingers to let the ball of paper fall from between them, drawing John’s attention to it, though neither of them watch it fall.
“So you’re saying if I check this,” Rodney says, choosing his words carefully as he casually rests his right hand flat atop the folder of personnel reports on John’s lap, feeling the heat there. “I won’t find any evidence?”
John’s expression remains steady as his left hand shoots out to catch Rodney’s wrist, holding his hand firmly as John rolls his hips upward, just once. There’s no mistaking the intention, no way to misread the way John’s eyes darken further when Rodney slides his other hand up John’s leg, shifting onto one knee as he presses down in time to meet John’s upward thrust.
“No,” John says-and in this context, that’s exactly the right answer. In a flurry of hands, the two of them open John’s pants, papers sliding everywhere as John pulls Rodney off-balance. Rodney’s fingers twist around John’s cock just as their lips touch for the first time, open-mouthed and wet and staggering, like a filthy, glorious resolution of two years of platonic foreplay. It’s acceleration from zero at a speed that leaves any of Rodney’s lingering doubts behind, licked away by John’s hot tongue and the damp brush of his cock against the inside of Rodney’s wrist.
He ends up with one knee on either side of John’s left leg, solid muscle to thrust against. His arm is already cramping from the angle, but John’s hitching moans and the irregular press of his fingers against Rodney’s cockhead through his pants spur him on. He thinks John’s trying to work open his fly, but his movements are uncoordinated in the best of ways, fingers spasming half-in, half-out of Rodney’s waistband, John's other hand rough against his bicep.
When John manages to swipe his index finger across the naked head of Rodney’s cock, Rodney groans involuntarily and switches the angle of his mouth. He traces the tip of his tongue between John’s teeth and his lips even as he interrupts his stroking rhythm to trace John’s length with trailing fingers. John’s hand curls around Rodney’s jaw and holds him immobile against John’s mouth, just as the zipper on Rodney’s pants yields to John’s hand and the pressure in his pants eases, replaced by rolling, arching pleasure.
The eighth time Rodney feels something hit the back of his neck, it’s John’s hand, sliding up in the midst of an orgasm that seems to be building from every slick, hot place that they’re touching. The feeling winds tighter and tighter until he’s gasping into John’s shoulder, John’s breath grazing his ear as his body lifts up to thrust into John’s tight fist. The instant he feels John’s body tense Rodney bites down and twists his own fingers, and the answering shudder of surprise and release pulls him over the edge as well.
(( Click here for the expanded version! Sorry for the edits! Argh!))
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