Sex pollen (kinda) art by tardis80 plus fic by me
Um. tardis80 made pretty, pretty artwork especially for me quite some time ago, and I completely forgot to post it. Shame on me. *coughs* So, for the lovely and talented tardis80 and for my beloved smuffster, in the hopes of cheering her up a little.
Pretty, innit? She made some icons, too, but those are mine. Mine! Muahahahaaa! *cackles*
And now for a little porn:
During their time cut off from Earth, the Atlanteans had become pretty good traders. So good, in fact, that even after the Daedalus had started delivering supplies on a regular schedule, the offworld teams kept it up. They traded medical supplies for tava beans with Ladon's Genii, tava beans for flax seed with the Belkans, flax seed for cloth with the Taranians, cloth for soft, strong ropes with the kids on M7G-677. The ropes got them a variety of Ancient doodads from Mara's people, until Mara decided she wanted to trade for liska incense instead.
Liska, it turned out, was some kind of lavender-like flower, and to be traded with the Aloorans, who felt rather honoured to be visited by Those Who Fight The Wraith. So honoured, in fact, that they threw a feast, delicious and generous and with liska-flavoured ice-cream as a dessert. That was when the fun started. The cool, sweet dish tasted faintly of vanilla and very much like the purple flowers, with a heady scent that made John feel strangely at peace and one with the world.
And horny.
Shifting slightly on his plush pillow, he sneaked a sideways glance at his team. Ronon was halfway through this third helping and had started to grin in a disturbingly feral way. Teyla kept nudging Ronon's shoulder, rubbing her arm against his in slow, sensual movements that made John swallow hard. And Rodney... God, Rodney's cheeks were flushed, his eyes not entirely focussed, and as John was watching, Rodney's tongue flicked out to lick away a melting droplet of ice-cream from the corner of his mouth, incidentally moistening his parted lips.
Suddenly, John's roomy BDUs weren't all that roomy anymore.
"I, um, I'll just... nature calls," he croaked, stumbling to his feet and out of the luxurious tent.
Outside, it was thankfully, mercifully dark, and he was already fumbling with the buttons of his fly as he made his way out of the fire-lit camp and into the surrounding underbrush. His cock was hard and leaking as he took it in his hand, unable to suppress a sigh of relief at the contact. John started to stroke with quick, purposeful movements, unwilling to drag things out. If he stayed away from the tent too long, people might get suspicious. Or offer to trade meds against indigestion.
He hadn't heard any sound of someone approaching he was so far gone, but suddenly there was a hand around his, a body pressing against him from behind, broad and hot and feeling so, so good. John whimpered at the increased pressure as they started to stroke in tandem, delicious friction around his cock, a hard erection pressed against his ass. He reached back with his free hand, fumbling until he was rubbing the cloth-covered hardness. There was a soft moan against his ear; hot, moist air that made him shiver and moan in return.
"Please," he whispered, "just-"
John broke off with a gasp when a warm hand slid under the front of his t-shirt, gliding firmly over his belly, his chest, carding through the fine hair and playing with his nipples, the hand around his cock pressing harder, stroking faster. It made him clench his own hand around the hardness he was cupping, an involuntary act that was rewarded with strong hips bucking against his ass. He was doing a little bucking of his own, in fact, fucking his own hand and that of the man behind him.
"Let go," he heard in a rough, panted whisper, "John-"
And just like that, he came, gasping, squeezing the erection he was still holding. The man behind him whimpered, bucked hard, and then went still. John could feel the warm dampness spread in the fabric under his palm.
For a moment, they just breathed in tandem, waiting for their heartbeats to return to normal. Then John heard a soft sigh.
"That was so hot," Rodney whispered in a reverent voice.
"I couldn't see you," he answered inanely. And grinned at the reply he got, whistling as they made their way back to the tent, not caring about Ronon's smirk and Teyla's knowing expression. He was still grinning when they flew through the Gate, the back of the Jumper filled with various liska products.
"Next time."
Pretty, innit? She made some icons, too, but those are mine. Mine! Muahahahaaa! *cackles*
And now for a little porn:
During their time cut off from Earth, the Atlanteans had become pretty good traders. So good, in fact, that even after the Daedalus had started delivering supplies on a regular schedule, the offworld teams kept it up. They traded medical supplies for tava beans with Ladon's Genii, tava beans for flax seed with the Belkans, flax seed for cloth with the Taranians, cloth for soft, strong ropes with the kids on M7G-677. The ropes got them a variety of Ancient doodads from Mara's people, until Mara decided she wanted to trade for liska incense instead.
Liska, it turned out, was some kind of lavender-like flower, and to be traded with the Aloorans, who felt rather honoured to be visited by Those Who Fight The Wraith. So honoured, in fact, that they threw a feast, delicious and generous and with liska-flavoured ice-cream as a dessert. That was when the fun started. The cool, sweet dish tasted faintly of vanilla and very much like the purple flowers, with a heady scent that made John feel strangely at peace and one with the world.
And horny.
Shifting slightly on his plush pillow, he sneaked a sideways glance at his team. Ronon was halfway through this third helping and had started to grin in a disturbingly feral way. Teyla kept nudging Ronon's shoulder, rubbing her arm against his in slow, sensual movements that made John swallow hard. And Rodney... God, Rodney's cheeks were flushed, his eyes not entirely focussed, and as John was watching, Rodney's tongue flicked out to lick away a melting droplet of ice-cream from the corner of his mouth, incidentally moistening his parted lips.
Suddenly, John's roomy BDUs weren't all that roomy anymore.
"I, um, I'll just... nature calls," he croaked, stumbling to his feet and out of the luxurious tent.
Outside, it was thankfully, mercifully dark, and he was already fumbling with the buttons of his fly as he made his way out of the fire-lit camp and into the surrounding underbrush. His cock was hard and leaking as he took it in his hand, unable to suppress a sigh of relief at the contact. John started to stroke with quick, purposeful movements, unwilling to drag things out. If he stayed away from the tent too long, people might get suspicious. Or offer to trade meds against indigestion.
He hadn't heard any sound of someone approaching he was so far gone, but suddenly there was a hand around his, a body pressing against him from behind, broad and hot and feeling so, so good. John whimpered at the increased pressure as they started to stroke in tandem, delicious friction around his cock, a hard erection pressed against his ass. He reached back with his free hand, fumbling until he was rubbing the cloth-covered hardness. There was a soft moan against his ear; hot, moist air that made him shiver and moan in return.
"Please," he whispered, "just-"
John broke off with a gasp when a warm hand slid under the front of his t-shirt, gliding firmly over his belly, his chest, carding through the fine hair and playing with his nipples, the hand around his cock pressing harder, stroking faster. It made him clench his own hand around the hardness he was cupping, an involuntary act that was rewarded with strong hips bucking against his ass. He was doing a little bucking of his own, in fact, fucking his own hand and that of the man behind him.
"Let go," he heard in a rough, panted whisper, "John-"
And just like that, he came, gasping, squeezing the erection he was still holding. The man behind him whimpered, bucked hard, and then went still. John could feel the warm dampness spread in the fabric under his palm.
For a moment, they just breathed in tandem, waiting for their heartbeats to return to normal. Then John heard a soft sigh.
"That was so hot," Rodney whispered in a reverent voice.
"I couldn't see you," he answered inanely. And grinned at the reply he got, whistling as they made their way back to the tent, not caring about Ronon's smirk and Teyla's knowing expression. He was still grinning when they flew through the Gate, the back of the Jumper filled with various liska products.
"Next time."