Merry Go Round Broke Down 7
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February 3 2011, 13:26:56 UTC
"You don't have to," Rodney says crossly, and it's so typical of him that John feels a weird little burst of fondness: Rodney offers the out, sure, but with ill grace, not bothering to conceal that he's irked about it.
"Come on," says John, trying to haul him into place, confused when Rodney almost seems to balk. "What? Before I did stuff for you all the time."
"Right," Rodney says flatly, "for me."
John stops. There it is again, the lurch of shame without the excitement backing it up. Because it's true. Everything he did for Rodney before, he did because it felt demeaning and hot to him, not with any particular intent to make Rodney feel good.
Rodney was always aroused, he always got off. Rodney could make John do anything, so John figured that meant Rodney always got what he wanted. John assumed Rodney was getting his kicks out of using John, the same as it did it for John to be used. But really, he didn't give it much thought.
"Let me," John says, not begging but offering.
Rodney relents, allowing John to settle him into place. He's softened a little, but his cock perks right back up again when John gets his mouth around it.
Even without the indecent thrill, sucking cock feels good. John knows what Rodney likes well enough to just work him, slow and easy, in and out, repetitive and almost soothing. He lets his fingers wander back and checks Rodney's face: Rodney's watching, flushed pink from his brows to his nipples, his lips parted.
"You want...?" John indicates the lube with his chin and slides his finger a little further back. It wouldn't be the first time; Rodney's had John finger him and even fuck him a couple of times, but that was unusual enough that John needs to check.
Rodney swallows. "Sure."
Circling his fingers around and around Rodney's asshole, John understands why Rodney spent a long time doing this to John... it made John react, but it makes Rodney crazy, just being touched there, even gently, like John's doing it. Rodney keeps rolling his hips and then stopping himself until finally John pulls off long enough to say, "Go ahead."
With a groan Rodney rocks up into John's mouth, back against his fingers, up into his mouth. John encourages him, his free hand guiding Rodney's hip. Rodney's hand covers his, tight over his as Rodney comes, breaking with a soft gasp of John, John. Afterward he avoids John's eyes.
John wonders if he really does have something to be ashamed of.
"Come on," says John, trying to haul him into place, confused when Rodney almost seems to balk. "What? Before I did stuff for you all the time."
"Right," Rodney says flatly, "for me."
John stops. There it is again, the lurch of shame without the excitement backing it up. Because it's true. Everything he did for Rodney before, he did because it felt demeaning and hot to him, not with any particular intent to make Rodney feel good.
Rodney was always aroused, he always got off. Rodney could make John do anything, so John figured that meant Rodney always got what he wanted. John assumed Rodney was getting his kicks out of using John, the same as it did it for John to be used. But really, he didn't give it much thought.
"Let me," John says, not begging but offering.
Rodney relents, allowing John to settle him into place. He's softened a little, but his cock perks right back up again when John gets his mouth around it.
Even without the indecent thrill, sucking cock feels good. John knows what Rodney likes well enough to just work him, slow and easy, in and out, repetitive and almost soothing. He lets his fingers wander back and checks Rodney's face: Rodney's watching, flushed pink from his brows to his nipples, his lips parted.
"You want...?" John indicates the lube with his chin and slides his finger a little further back. It wouldn't be the first time; Rodney's had John finger him and even fuck him a couple of times, but that was unusual enough that John needs to check.
Rodney swallows. "Sure."
Circling his fingers around and around Rodney's asshole, John understands why Rodney spent a long time doing this to John... it made John react, but it makes Rodney crazy, just being touched there, even gently, like John's doing it. Rodney keeps rolling his hips and then stopping himself until finally John pulls off long enough to say, "Go ahead."
With a groan Rodney rocks up into John's mouth, back against his fingers, up into his mouth. John encourages him, his free hand guiding Rodney's hip. Rodney's hand covers his, tight over his as Rodney comes, breaking with a soft gasp of John, John. Afterward he avoids John's eyes.
John wonders if he really does have something to be ashamed of.
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ding ding ding!! That, right there, is the "turn", the spot where what looked like one thing is revealed to be a lot more.
(I'm leaving myself loggin in, if that's ok, so I can find out if I get replied to. If LJ bothers to send notifications, that is.)
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