Fic: Firing Range-Day 6 of Sex on the Fly! NC-17
Firing Range-Day 6 of Sex on the Fly
Rating NC-17
Genre: Established Relationship
Word count: 1,506
Disclaimer: They’re not mine; I’m just playing with them!
Summary: John stood behind Rodney as he prepared his 9mm. They were standing in the huge back yard of John’s childhood home, in the section his father had transformed into a firing range many years ago.
Thanks once again to shansgrl for the beta!
John stood behind Rodney as he prepared his 9mm. They were standing in the huge back yard of John’s childhood home, in the section his father had transformed into a firing range many years ago.
Dave had sent him a message awhile back telling him that he and the family would be on vacation and that John was welcome to use the house if he’d be in town. After reading that message, John had decided that he would most definitely be in town and Rodney would be with him. They put in the request for vacation, it was approved and now they were standing in the warmth of the sun on earth. Preparing for Rodney’s shooting lesson.
The Sheppard family home was far enough away from the neighbors for privacy, but still close enough to the local bars for social human contact. Although, since the house was always well stocked with alcoholic beverages, John was sure the only human he was going to have any contact with was Rodney, and if John had anything to say about it, it would be two weeks of nothing but contact… physical contact.
John stepped closer to Rodney when he aimed his gun at the paper target covering a bale of hay. He put his arms around him and laid his hands on Rodney’s wrists.
“Straighten your arms,” he said into Rodney’s ear, and then “good,” when Rodney complied. “The bullet will go straight, so look at where you want to shoot, aim there and pull the trigger.”
Rodney shifted his aim slightly and fired the gun. John watched as a hole appeared in the center of the dark figure.
“Very good,” John praised. “Keep shooting,” he instructed as he slid his hands up Rodney’s arms then moved them to his chest and began fingering Rodney’s nipples through the soft fabric of his shirt.
“You’re distracting me,” Rodney said. He pulled the trigger again and completely missed the target.
“There are distractions in the field,” John told him and lowered his mouth to Rodney’s neck.
Rodney shot and missed again. “Not like that,” he pointed out.
John moved his mouth to the other side of Rodney’s neck, slid his hands down past Rodney’s stomach and began unfastening his pants. He kissed Rodney’s neck up to his ear and gently nibbled on the lobe. He pushed his hand into Rodney’s boxers and wrapped his hand around his cock.
“Keep shooting,” John said when Rodney didn’t fire again. “You stop, I stop.”
Rodney sucked in a breath and shot his gun again.
John looked at the target and didn’t see any new holes. “The better you shoot, the more I do,” he promised. “And I’ll be watching.”
Rodney fired again, hitting the figure in the arm, which was better than the previous shot that had likely hit a tree somewhere behind the target.
John tightened his fist and gave Rodney a firm stroke.
Rodney fired again and hit the groin area.
“Ouch,” John said and ran his thumb over the head of Rodney’s dick.
Rodney sucked in another tight breath and shot the figure in the stomach. John stroked harder.
“Ooh,” Rodney moaned and arched into John’s hand.
John immediately loosened his fist and Rodney fired again hitting the shoulder. John began stroking again, thumbing the head with every movement.
Rodney blew out a shaky breath and hit the target in the neck.
“Good shot,” John praised and moved his hand faster.
John’s erection was pressing painfully against his jeans and he needed some relief. He used his free hand to unbutton his fly and pushed his pants and boxers down. He was sure that his strokes on Rodney’s cock got a little awkward for a moment, but Rodney hadn’t complained. In fact, he fired his gun twice more in the amount of time it took John to get his pants below his ass with only one hand. John looked up at the figure, but he had no idea where the bullets hit, and since he hadn’t been paying attention he didn’t think it was fair to punish Rodney by stopping. Not to mention, he didn’t want to stop.
Rodney’s next shot not only hit the neck again, but almost on top of the hole from the previous neck shot.
John put his finger to Rodney’s mouth. “Get it wet,” he commanded, and Rodney opened his mouth. John slid his finger in and Rodney began swirling his tongue around John’s finger.
John growled in Rodney’s ear at the feeling of Rodney’s hot tongue sliding over and under his finger.
God he was hard! He was aching to fuck Rodney! He was sure his cock was not just leaking but damn near pouring precome at just the thought of having sex with Rodney in his father’s precious firing range.
“Good,” John said and pulled his finger out of Rodney’s mouth with a wet popping sound.
Rodney’s breathing was faster now and his arms were shaking slightly. The next shot went back to the chest.
“Steady,” John’s voice was thick and low in Rodney’s ear as he pushed the finger into Rodney’s ass.
Rodney grunted and fired a shot into the shoulder.
“Not a kill shot,” John said and slowly began pulling his finger out.
Rodney gasped and shot again, this time he hit the figure in the chest again.
“Better,” John said and pushed his finger back in.
Rodney jerked his hips forward when John grazed his prostate, and the bullet hit the stomach. “Fuck, John,” he said.
John chuckled and pushed in a second finger while he stroked Rodney’s cock harder.
The next shot was in the neck and John was fucking Rodney’s ass with his fingers in time with his stroking.
Rodney was grunting his exhales and rocking his hips back and forth, pushing himself into John’s hand and then onto his fingers.
John could tell by Rodney’s ragged breathing that he was close.
“You’re… killing me… John,” Rodney said and shot the figures chest.
“Do it, Rodney,” John said and moved his hands faster, prodding his fingers against Rodney’s prostate with every inward thrust. “One kill shot, and then you can come.”
Rodney missed the target all together and cursed, but John didn’t stop.
“Kill him, Rodney, and I’ll fuck you right here.”
Rodney growled hungrily and fired again. The bullet hit the figure square in the forehead and Rodney came, grunting John’s name.
John released Rodney’s cock just in time to catch the come in his hand. He smeared it over his own erection, thanking everything holy that he’d had the good sense to free it earlier, saving him the time and hassle now.
He lined up with Rodney’s hole and pressed in, growling out a long sigh as he buried himself inside Rodney’s body.
Rodney grunted and fired once more. The surprised gasp that followed the gunshot told John that it had been involuntary.
“Put the gun down, Rodney,” John said as he thrust into Rodney.
Rodney firing his weapon as John jerked him off and fucked his fingers into his ass had gotten John very close and he knew this wasn’t going to take long. The last thing he needed was for Rodney to accidentally kill either of them while they had sex in the yard.
John heard Rodney’s gun thump softly on the ground and he started thrusting into Rodney harder now that the danger had passed.
“Shit, John…” Rodney said breathlessly. “You’re driving… me crazy.” He moaned rhythmically as he pushed back to meet John’s thrusts.
“Fuck, Rodney,” John grunted as he squeezed Rodney’s hips. “You’re so hot.”
He began pulling Rodney back and he thrust forward and the silence that had fallen when Rodney stopped firing was now filled with both men grunting and the slapping of their skin as John powered into Rodney’s ass.
John pulled Rodney back firmly against him and gave one final forceful thrust and groaned as he came heavily.
He leaned against Rodney’s back as he caught his breath. “Damn, Rodney,” he said.
“You have a very interesting method of improving my aim,” Rodney said and breathed deeply.
“It was an experiment,” John confessed. “You with a gun has always turned me on, and sex with you is very hot. So, I wanted to have sex with you while you fired a gun.”
“Was the experiment successful?”
“Oh yes, very.”
“Good.”
“Sex with you is never boring, Rodney,” John said as he straightened and pulled his pants back up.
Rodney did the same, and as he buttoned his pants, his stomach growled. “Hmm, this shooting lesson really worked up an appetite. How about lunch?”
“Mmm hmm,” John agreed and led Rodney back toward the house. “Ooh, you know… you in a kitchen has always turned me on too.” He smiled and pulled Rodney close to him; he put his arm around Rodney and rested his hand on Rodney’s hip as they walked.
“Okay, what? On the table?”
“Is that an offer?”
“After lunch”
John chuckled. “Deal,” he said.
FIN