Eric pushed open the door to the men's room, reaching in his pocket for his floss. The wings here packed serious heat, but the stringy bits were hell on his teeth. He nodded to a tall dreadlocked guy at one of the sinks before snapping off a length of floss.
As he worked, he saw in the mirror that the other guy was flossing, too. The dude was seriously buff, all sleek muscle and smooth skin under a sleeveless leather vest. He had a small tattoo on his neck and a bigger one on his forearm under a wide leather cuff. Eric didn't recognize the designs.
When his gaze returned to the guy's face, he found himself being watched.
"Hey," Eric said. It broke the unspoken men's room rule, but so did checking out your neighbor. "Nice tats."
"You wanna fuck?" the guy said.
Eric almost sliced his gum open. "Excuse me?"
"Sheppard said when a guy gives you a look like that in a place like this, means he wants to fuck." He had a deep, no-nonsense voice, but it was softened by the amused eyebrow he'd raised.
"That's not what I meant," he finally answered.
"'Kay." The guy turned back to his reflection. After a moment, Eric did the same. He tried not to feel disappointed.
He finished flossing without injuring himself, rinsed and spat. The other guy crossed behind him on his way out. Except he didn't leave; he leaned over Eric's sink and said, "Wanna fuck anyway?"
Eric hadn't had much action lately, and the guy was hot, dressed in brown from head to foot-hair, goatee, vest, shirt, wrist cuffs, two belts, worn leather pants and scuffed boots. They weren't likely to be caught by anyone who mattered; Chase had taken a piss after the last round, and Cameron only came into men's rooms when she was stalking House.
"Yeah," Eric said.
They took the handicapped stall, rattling the door when Dreads pushed him up against it and kissed him, hard and deep and with teeth nipping at his lip. Eric enjoyed the scratch of Dreads' longer goatee against his chin. Even better was the press of their hips together, rocking them to hardness.
Dreads pulled his head back. "You wanna fuck, or…?" He made an expressive gesture.
"You can do me," Eric said.
The guy went for his belt; Eric got the condom out of his wallet just before his pants dropped to his ankles. Dreads went to his knees along with Eric's boxers and sucked him in.
Eric hissed in a breath and closed his eyes. Christ, it'd been a while. The minute or so he spent in the guy's mouth wasn't nearly enough.
When he pulled off, Dreads flashed a wicked smile up at him. Unsurprisingly, he had nice teeth.
Eric bent over the stall's small sink while Dreads readied himself behind him. Eric undid his tie and handed the condom back. He tapped the soap dispenser, and Dreads took a palmful of the stuff with a grunt.
Eric braced his hands on the wall, spread his legs and took a breath. He got fingers first; thick and wet and good.
Dreads had one hand on Eric's hip and the other on the wall as he pressed in. Christ, yeah, he'd missed this. He groaned as quietly as he could when Dreads got all the way in. A minute to adjust, and then Dreads started thrusting. He went slowly and steadily, but it was fierce somehow, intense. Eric let his head hang and moved with it.
They were quiet, breathing heavily, Dreads' hair brushing the sides of Eric's face, sweat beading on the small of his back, and when he bent lower, the angle got even better. The guy let out soft grunts, and Eric hissed again when Dreads reached down to jerk him ruthlessly.
It didn't take long; Eric came first, shooting into the guy's hand, and Dreads followed with a few quick, hard thrusts and a high sound like a whimper.
"You good?" Dreads asked as they cleaned up.
Eric felt satisfyingly used. "Yeah, man. Thanks."
While he checked his tie in one of the mirrors, Dreads took out his floss again. Maybe the sixty-second blowjob necessitated a touch-up.
"See you around," Eric said.
"I don't live here," the guy replied. "Nice, though."
"Right." They nodded goodbye, and Eric walked out to where Chase and Cameron were waiting.
Re: The Benefits of Dental Hygiene, Crossover, House MD/Stargate Atlantis, Foreman/Ronon, flossrecrudescenceJanuary 28 2009, 14:20:26 UTC
I don't know SGA at all, but Foreman flossing and then having anonymous gay sex in a men's room is just full of win. And checking his tie afterwards, of course. Hee.
Re: The Benefits of Dental Hygiene, Crossover, House MD/Stargate Atlantis, Foreman/Ronon, flosstrixxannaJanuary 30 2009, 10:16:26 UTC
That pairing came from left field but damn it was hot in all the right ways.
Bonus points for John's words coming out of Ronon's mouth. I love Ronon (Jason Momoa) and I can't see many people saying no to sex with a man like him. Will be reading more of this.
Eric pushed open the door to the men's room, reaching in his pocket for his floss. The wings here packed serious heat, but the stringy bits were hell on his teeth. He nodded to a tall dreadlocked guy at one of the sinks before snapping off a length of floss.
As he worked, he saw in the mirror that the other guy was flossing, too. The dude was seriously buff, all sleek muscle and smooth skin under a sleeveless leather vest. He had a small tattoo on his neck and a bigger one on his forearm under a wide leather cuff. Eric didn't recognize the designs.
When his gaze returned to the guy's face, he found himself being watched.
"Hey," Eric said. It broke the unspoken men's room rule, but so did checking out your neighbor. "Nice tats."
"You wanna fuck?" the guy said.
Eric almost sliced his gum open. "Excuse me?"
"Sheppard said when a guy gives you a look like that in a place like this, means he wants to fuck." He had a deep, no-nonsense voice, but it was softened by the amused eyebrow he'd raised.
"That's not what I meant," he finally answered.
"'Kay." The guy turned back to his reflection. After a moment, Eric did the same. He tried not to feel disappointed.
He finished flossing without injuring himself, rinsed and spat. The other guy crossed behind him on his way out. Except he didn't leave; he leaned over Eric's sink and said, "Wanna fuck anyway?"
Eric hadn't had much action lately, and the guy was hot, dressed in brown from head to foot-hair, goatee, vest, shirt, wrist cuffs, two belts, worn leather pants and scuffed boots. They weren't likely to be caught by anyone who mattered; Chase had taken a piss after the last round, and Cameron only came into men's rooms when she was stalking House.
"Yeah," Eric said.
They took the handicapped stall, rattling the door when Dreads pushed him up against it and kissed him, hard and deep and with teeth nipping at his lip. Eric enjoyed the scratch of Dreads' longer goatee against his chin. Even better was the press of their hips together, rocking them to hardness.
Dreads pulled his head back. "You wanna fuck, or…?" He made an expressive gesture.
"You can do me," Eric said.
The guy went for his belt; Eric got the condom out of his wallet just before his pants dropped to his ankles. Dreads went to his knees along with Eric's boxers and sucked him in.
Eric hissed in a breath and closed his eyes. Christ, it'd been a while. The minute or so he spent in the guy's mouth wasn't nearly enough.
When he pulled off, Dreads flashed a wicked smile up at him. Unsurprisingly, he had nice teeth.
Eric bent over the stall's small sink while Dreads readied himself behind him. Eric undid his tie and handed the condom back. He tapped the soap dispenser, and Dreads took a palmful of the stuff with a grunt.
Eric braced his hands on the wall, spread his legs and took a breath. He got fingers first; thick and wet and good.
Dreads had one hand on Eric's hip and the other on the wall as he pressed in. Christ, yeah, he'd missed this. He groaned as quietly as he could when Dreads got all the way in. A minute to adjust, and then Dreads started thrusting. He went slowly and steadily, but it was fierce somehow, intense. Eric let his head hang and moved with it.
They were quiet, breathing heavily, Dreads' hair brushing the sides of Eric's face, sweat beading on the small of his back, and when he bent lower, the angle got even better. The guy let out soft grunts, and Eric hissed again when Dreads reached down to jerk him ruthlessly.
It didn't take long; Eric came first, shooting into the guy's hand, and Dreads followed with a few quick, hard thrusts and a high sound like a whimper.
"You good?" Dreads asked as they cleaned up.
Eric felt satisfyingly used. "Yeah, man. Thanks."
While he checked his tie in one of the mirrors, Dreads took out his floss again. Maybe the sixty-second blowjob necessitated a touch-up.
"See you around," Eric said.
"I don't live here," the guy replied. "Nice, though."
"Right." They nodded goodbye, and Eric walked out to where Chase and Cameron were waiting.
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Bonus points for John's words coming out of Ronon's mouth. I love Ronon (Jason Momoa) and I can't see many people saying no to sex with a man like him. Will be reading more of this.
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Fan-frigging-tastic!
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