Fic: Dressing Room-Day 4 of Sex on the Fly NC-17
Dressing Room-Day 4 of Sex on the Fly
Word count: 1,500
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren’t mine; I’m just playing with them.
Summary: Rodney unlocked the door to room one, and John pushed him inside. He pushed him against the back wall and kicked the door closed behind him.
As usual, thanks go to shansgrl for the beta!
I hate shopping,” Rodney said as he and John walked into a tux shop.
“Well, it’s not like you get an award from the President every day, Rodney,” John replied as he took off his sun glasses.
Rodney sighed. “I just don’t understand why I have to wear a tux, it’s not like it’s going to be televised. I’m getting awarded for something the general public isn’t even allowed to know about.”
“It’s the principle of the thing; you’re getting an award from the President himself.”
“Yeah,” Rodney drawled, “And I’m going to have to sit through dinner and dancing and a speech before we even get to that point. The entire evening would be more bearable of I could be comfortable.”
“I bet you’d go in jeans and your ‘I’m with genius’ shirt if you could wouldn’t you?” John asked.
“Hey, that shirt is the second most comfortable thing I own,” Rodney defended.
“What’s the first?”
“My orange fleece,” Rodney answered as if John should have known that already.
John growled low in his throat. “I love that fleece.”
Rodney raised his eyebrows and looked John square in the face. “I’ve noticed,” he said.
John chuckled, “Come on,” he said and pulled Rodney further into the store. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Yeah? And how do you propose to do that?”
John smirked and waggled his eyebrows.
“You’re incorrigible,” Rodney said and walked over to a rack.
“You forgot insatiable, and you love it,” John returned.
“I’m not complaining.”
“Can I help you gentlemen?” A sales clerk asked as he walked up to John and Rodney.
“Yeah,” Rodney said and turned toward him. “I’m looking for jeans and a tee shirt.”
The clerk looked flabbergasted.
“Rodney,” John warned.
“We’re in a tux shop, what does he think we’re here for?”
John smiled at the clerk. “We’ll just look around, thanks.”
“Very well,” he replied and shot Rodney a hateful glare before he returned to the counter.
“This is not my idea of a fun afternoon,” Rodney said as he picked through the rack.
“”Yeah, I’m getting that impression.” John had his hands shoved into his pockets as he hovered around the rack Rodney was searching through.
Half an hour and two racks of tuxes after Rodney started looking, he pulled out one of the tuxes.
“Alright, let’s go,” he huffed and started walking toward the counter.
“Wait,” John said and grabbed Rodney’s elbow. “Don’t you want to try it on?”
“It’s my size,” Rodney replied and pulled away from John’s grasp.
“Yeah,” John said and stopped Rodney before he could start walking again, “but maybe you should try it on.”
Rodney twisted out of John’s hand again and started walking to the counter. “I don’t need to try it on.”
“They have dressing rooms.”
“I’m sure they do.”
“Dressing rooms where you take your clothes off to try things on?”
Rodney stopped walking and turned around. “You’re right, maybe I should try it on.”
“Good idea.”
Rodney started walking toward the dressing rooms and John followed.
John saw a sign the read: Only customers trying on tuxes will be admitted to the fitting rooms’. He turned and pulled a hideous light blue tux off a rack.
“We’d like to try these on,” John said when he noticed the clerk looking at them.
“Very well,” the clerk said again and handed each of them a key. “Rooms 1 and 2, to your left.”
“Thanks,” John said and followed Rodney down the hall.
Rodney unlocked the door to room one, and John pushed him inside. He pushed him against the back wall and kicked the door closed behind him.
The room was tiny with mirrors on every wall meant to let a person see how they looked in a tux from all sides.
“Whoa,” John said as he looked around. “This’ll be interesting.”
“To say the least,” Rodney agreed.
John smiled and pressed his mouth to Rodney’s, pressing his tongue inside when Rodney opened his mouth. He reached down and squeezed Rodney’s ass and Rodney groaned and rocked his hips forward.
Rodney turned away from the kiss and whispered, “This would be easier without our pants.”
“Good idea,” John conceded.
They stepped apart and began tearing at their own buttons. Once their pants were around their knees, they came back together with a soft thump. And as if being half naked had opened a flood gate they poured every ounce of themselves into the kiss. Tongues tasting every inch of each other’s mouths, John ran his hands up Rodney’s sides under his shirt and Rodney squeezed handfuls of John’s ass, pulling him close and rocked his hips forward and John grunted and pulled away from him.
He sank to his knees and nearly came when he caught sight of the reflection of himself kneeling in front of Rodney, his dick jutting out and begging to be sucked.
John leaned forward and grunted when he knee rolled onto his button. He cursed, stood up and removed his shoes and pants, ignoring Rodney’s quiet chuckling all the while.
His knee ached when he went back down, but he ignored it in favor of taking Rodney into his mouth.
Rodney immediately stopped chuckling, hissed in a breath and sighed it out. He reached down and ran his hands through the hair on the back of John’s head, simultaneously pulling John closer.
John moved his hands from Rodney’s hips to his ass and opened his throat as Rodney began gently rocking forward.
Rodney tightened his grip on John’s hair and John grunted.
“John…” Rodney sighed. “I wanna… can I…” he stammered and John hummed his approval.
Rodney flattened his hands on the sides of John’s head above his ears, his fingers curling around the back and gently massaging the scalp.
John moaned and Rodney started pushing himself into John’s mouth with more force. He increased the suction and slipped a finger between the cheeks of Rodney’s ass.
Rodney grunted and sped up his thrusts when John pushed the finger into his hole.
“Fuck,” Rodney breathed. He held John’s head tightly as he thrust harder, fucking John’s mouth with intent.
John pushed his finger further into Rodney’s ass and began flexing his finger, brushing Rodney’s prostate with each movement.
Rodney grunted again and John could feel his muscles trembling with the effort to not thrust so hard he’d make John fall backwards. But John had learned long ago to spread his knees wide while keeping his feet close so his base was more stable. He loved it when Rodney did this to him.
Rodney couldn’t take John fucking his mouth but that didn’t matter, being fucked orally gave John almost as much pleasure as being fucked anally.
Rodney was biting his lips to keep his moans to a barely audible level. Barely audible to anyone outside the room that way, but Rodney had a feeling he was failing miserably at that task.
John began moving his finger faster and moaning over Rodney’s dick and Rodney felt the heat building in his belly.
“Fuck,” he spat breathily when he glanced into the mirror to his left and saw that John was jacking himself off in time to Rodney’s thrusts.
The mirror was offering him a new vantage point. He’d only ever seen John blowing him from above, seeing it as if watching someone else was unimaginably hot. The way John’s right arm was wrapped around Rodney’s hips with the finger probing Rodney’s ass, and his left hand wrapped around his own dick. Rodney moved his eyes from John’s rapidly moving hand to his mouth. He watched as he fucked himself into John’s mouth, his dick disappearing and reappearing, John’s cheeks hollowed with the effort of sucking hard, his own hips rocking gently as he fucked his own hand.
Rodney groaned and thrust forward violently, gripping John’s head tightly. He watched John in the mirror as he came heavily into his mouth.
John pulled his finger out of Rodney’s ass and cupped it in front of his dick, catching his own come.
Rodney sighed as John’s throat milked him as he swallowed.
“Shit,” John breathed when he pulled off of Rodney. “That was hot,” he looked down at his come covered hand. “Little messy though.”
Rodney took John’s wrist and lifted his hand to his mouth and John moaned hungrily as he licked it clean. He licked John’s palm and in between his fingers then licked his lips when he was done.
They redressed themselves a little shakily, and left the dressing room.
“There’d better not be a mess in there,” the clerk said sternly as Rodney paid for his tux.
“Don’t worry,” John said, “we clean up after ourselves.”
Rodney took the garment bag from the clerk and he and John turned from the counter. Rodney paused and turned back.
“See,” he said through a huge grin, “we knew exactly what we came for.”
John chuckled and lightly pushed Rodney out of the tux shop.
FIN