Fanfiction: Little Slips
Title: Little Slips
Prompt: Jack O'Neill/John Sheppard smut
Rating: NC-17!
Requested by: colonelinblack
Author's Note: I'm actually from the "Jack is as straight as a ruler" school so writing slash for him was hard - no pun intended. Because of that, this fic probably won't paint Jack in the best light, but I think it keeps him believably Jack. Request from here.
Eyes rolling back into his head, Jack fisted his hand in John’s hair as his head moved up and down in his lap. The Colonel’s mouth swallowed more of his cock than he could ever remember anyone else managing, his throat massaging the head on every move. His tongue wrapped tightly around the underside, teasing over the vein there, swirling around the head every time his lips grazed over the tip.
“Fuck.” Jack muttered darkly, his eyes screwed tightly shut as his fingers tightened even more around the black strands of hair. John’s mouth slipped off him and kissed his way down to his sac. Jack spread his legs a little more, making no move to stop the Colonel. Jack was as straight as they came, but sometimes an Air Force man got lonely and well, rules could be bent. Especially when the Colonel really knew what he was doing.
He took his time with his lips and tongue, sucking licking, nipping ever so gently before he moved back to the base of his cock. He pressed kisses and licked up the shaft to the head. Jack growled low in his throat as he swallowed him again, in one smooth motion. This was definitely not the first time the Colonel had done this. Eventually, when Jack’s upstairs brain was on again, he’d question that for about two seconds before forgetting it completely. He didn’t dwell on these little… slips.
John moved faster this time, lips stretched around the hard flesh, sucking over and over. His tongue teased him, moving back and forth along the underside, the tip pushing against the straining flesh. Jack groaned, holding the Colonel’s head firmly in place as he rocked his hips into the other man’s open mouth. John groaned, the sound hitting Jack straight in the gut.
His body strung tight, his breath erratic, Jack felt himself dancing closer and closer to that edge. The Colonel wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock, moving them in sync with his mouth and Jack lost it. His head arched back as his orgasm shot through him like a Zat blast. Holding John’s head still, Jack listened to the other man moan as he swallowed the hot, sticky semen. Some slipped from between his lips and rolled down his chin as Jack slowly relaxed and the body shaking pleasure subsided.
Panting hard, Jack patted the Colonel’s head much like a favorite dog. “Nice work, Colonel.”
Prompt: Jack O'Neill/John Sheppard smut
Rating: NC-17!
Requested by: colonelinblack
Author's Note: I'm actually from the "Jack is as straight as a ruler" school so writing slash for him was hard - no pun intended. Because of that, this fic probably won't paint Jack in the best light, but I think it keeps him believably Jack. Request from here.
Eyes rolling back into his head, Jack fisted his hand in John’s hair as his head moved up and down in his lap. The Colonel’s mouth swallowed more of his cock than he could ever remember anyone else managing, his throat massaging the head on every move. His tongue wrapped tightly around the underside, teasing over the vein there, swirling around the head every time his lips grazed over the tip.
“Fuck.” Jack muttered darkly, his eyes screwed tightly shut as his fingers tightened even more around the black strands of hair. John’s mouth slipped off him and kissed his way down to his sac. Jack spread his legs a little more, making no move to stop the Colonel. Jack was as straight as they came, but sometimes an Air Force man got lonely and well, rules could be bent. Especially when the Colonel really knew what he was doing.
He took his time with his lips and tongue, sucking licking, nipping ever so gently before he moved back to the base of his cock. He pressed kisses and licked up the shaft to the head. Jack growled low in his throat as he swallowed him again, in one smooth motion. This was definitely not the first time the Colonel had done this. Eventually, when Jack’s upstairs brain was on again, he’d question that for about two seconds before forgetting it completely. He didn’t dwell on these little… slips.
John moved faster this time, lips stretched around the hard flesh, sucking over and over. His tongue teased him, moving back and forth along the underside, the tip pushing against the straining flesh. Jack groaned, holding the Colonel’s head firmly in place as he rocked his hips into the other man’s open mouth. John groaned, the sound hitting Jack straight in the gut.
His body strung tight, his breath erratic, Jack felt himself dancing closer and closer to that edge. The Colonel wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock, moving them in sync with his mouth and Jack lost it. His head arched back as his orgasm shot through him like a Zat blast. Holding John’s head still, Jack listened to the other man moan as he swallowed the hot, sticky semen. Some slipped from between his lips and rolled down his chin as Jack slowly relaxed and the body shaking pleasure subsided.
Panting hard, Jack patted the Colonel’s head much like a favorite dog. “Nice work, Colonel.”