Fic: In the Media Room on Movie Night-Day 20 of Sex on the Fly Rated PG-13
In the Media Room on Movie Night-Day 20 of Sex on the Fly
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 552
Warnings: Public sex
Disclaimer: They’re not mine; I’m just playing with them.
Summary: Rodney moaned as Wesley explained what ‘to the pain’ was to the Prince Humperdinck.
Rodney bit his lip and stopped the moan that was bubbling in his throat. He was happy they’d chosen the back row in the darkest corner and directly underneath one of the speakers. But then, it was entirely possible that John had this in mind when he insisted Rodney join him to the showing of The Princess Bride.
Now the Dread Pirate Roberts was fighting one of the R.O.U.S’s and John had his hand in Rodney’s pants stroking his cock with nothing but a bucket of popcorn hiding it. Rodney was keeping mental notes on what was happening in the movie not only to keep from moaning and groaning out loud, but also because John said if he could answer questions about the movie, he’d get the orgasm of his life tonight.
John ran his thumb over the head of Rodney’s cock and Rodney almost lost the bucket of popcorn when his hips bucked forward. He squeezed his eyes shut and growled low in his throat when John repeated the action.
Rodney turned his head to the side and found John looking at the movie screen as if nothing at all was happening. He looked utterly disconnected from the actions of his hand, anyone looking at him would have no idea he was torturing Rodney. He turned his head back to the screen and John tightened his grip. John wasn’t stroking any faster, that would surely draw some attention, but he was stroking harder, running a digit over Rodney’s head from time to time, using the precome there as a bit of lubrication.
John was going slow, impossibly slow, and he would get Rodney at the brink of orgasm and then stop, giving Rodney’s body time to gain a little control, then he’d start again.
Rodney moaned as Wesley explained what ‘to the pain’ was to the Prince Humperdinck.
The heat was rising in his belly again and he hoped that John would let him fall over the edge this time, but no such luck. Rodney started gently rocking his hips, pushing his dick into John’s motionless fist. John loosened his fist so that Rodney’s rocking was futile, and Rodney grunted in frustration.
“John,” he whispered, but John ignored him and chuckled when Inego Montoya repeated his line again and again.
Rodney hissed a breath in through his nose when John squeezed him tightly and began stroking hard. Wesley and Buttercup were kissing on a hill at sunset when Rodney closed his eyes, bit his lips almost tight enough to make them bleed, rocked his hips frantically and came all over John’s hand, filling his boxers.
Rodney looked over at John as the lights came back up and saw him wiping his hand on a napkin.
Rodney quickly buttoned his pants when people began standing up.
“Rodney!” Jennifer called happily and made her way toward where they were. “You’re here.”
“Yeah,” Rodney said and hoped the simple, single word would make it clear that he wasn’t interested in talking.
“What’d you think of the movie?” she asked.
“I enjoyed myself more tonight than I have at any other movie night I’ve been to,” he said truthfully.
“Rodney,” John said casually, “How about a beer?”
“Sounds good,” Rodney replied and followed John out of the media room, leaving Keller standing in the row.
FIN