Title: Distraction Technique
Author:
somehowunbrokenFandom: SGA
Characters: John/Evan
Word Count: 757
Rating: NC-17/porn.
Notes: For
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John’s slouching against the wall, just leaning there like if he moves the walls will crumble around him, and he’s trying his best to look innocent, though how he expects to pull that off with a hard-on clearly tenting his BDUs is a mystery to Evan. “Are you done yet?”
“No,” Evan replies mildly, partially because it’s true and partially because it’s fun to tease John. “I have to finish signing off on these mission reports before I go tonight, John, and I have to read them before I sign them.”
“But I already signed them,” John wheedles. “I read them all already. They’re fine. Just sign them and we can go.”
Evan levels a look at John, who ducks his head and mutters, “Yeah, didn’t think that would work.”
“It would if I thought even for a second that you actually read them instead of just signing the whole pile.” Evan looks at the paper in his hands. “M4X-08Y. Tell me anything about it and I’ll think about believing you.”
John ruffles his hair with his hand. “Was that Cadman’s team?”
“Stackhouse,” Evan corrects. “Cadman’s on my team, John.”
“Really?” John looks a little startled. “I thought we were giving her her own team.”
“We are.” Evan finishes reading and adds his signature to the bottom. “When the new Marines get here on the Daedalus next month.”
He picks up the next in the stack and scans it quickly; it’s one of Ronon’s, and it’s less than a page long. John is still against the wall, and when Evan glances up, he’s pouting in Evan’s general direction. “Oh, for-”
Evan stands and makes his way to John, who perks up immediately. “I’m not done,” Evan reminds him. “But you’re driving me insane.”
“Yeah?” John smirks, clearly a challenge, and cocks his hips towards Evan. “Sorry about that.”
Evan rolls his eyes. “No you’re not,” he murmurs before leaning in to kiss John. His hands find the bulge in John’s pants and he rubs it, making John groan.
“So you’re gonna tease me?” John says against his mouth. Evan grins and presses another kiss to John’s lips.
“No,” he replies, opening the clasp on the pants and slipping his hand in. “I’m going to do something about this leaning problem you seem to have, though.” He slides to his knees as he pulls John’s length out of his pants.
“Leaning problem?” John questions, clearly trying to keep himself from sounding too affected. It won’t last.
Evan circles the base of John’s cock loosely with one hand. “Normal people wait in chairs, John,” he points out before licking his way from the tip to where he’s holding the base. He gives it a gentle squeeze as he brings his mouth back to the top and takes it into his mouth.
“Normal people are boring,” John gasps. He pushes his hand into Evan’s hair, not holding or grabbing, just stroking his head. Evan bobs his head up and down, setting a quick, steady rhythm, sucking and using his tongue as he goes. “Normal people don’t get fantastic blowjobs, do they?”
Evan pulls his head back and starts moving his hand, pumping up and down as he looks up at John. “I’d still blow you if you decided to sit in chairs.”
John’s hand slips form his hair as Evan sits further back, moving his hand more vigorously. “Fuck,” he groans out, apparently giving up the pretense. “Evan.”
And with that, he comes. Evan doesn’t even try to move, letting the warm liquid spray his face and hair. John looks down at his through his eyelashes and groans again. “Jesus, Evan.”
Evan rubs at one of the sticky spots on his face with his sleeve. “Chair,” he orders, and John sort of slumps his way over to collapse in the chair in front of Evan’s desk. Evan stands and grabs a towel out of a drawer, getting most of the come off of his face before dropping the towel to the ground.
John waves at him absently. “My turn,” he offers, making to stand, but Evan raises a hand to stop him.
“I’m going to finish these mission reports,” he says, sitting and ignoring the fact that his dick agrees with John on the idea of reciprocation. “And then I’m going to have you bend over the desk and I’m going to fuck you.”
John grins and leans back, closing his eyes. “No way you’d fuck me in your office if I sat in the damn chair to begin with.”