We'll get to it later - the director's cut
This is the extended version of my entry for the porn battle. The character limit made me cut some porn out. Travesty! So here's the unedited version.
Title: We'll get to it later
Author: morebliss
Rating: Really quite porny (aka NC-17)
We’ll get to it later
Sitting side by side on Rodney’s bed after just having watched ‘Det sjunde inseglet’, John turned his head slightly towards Rodney and said “Well, that was a waste of time. Wanna have sex?”
Rodney turned his head towards John. Then looked forward again at the scrolling credits. Scratched his arm and responded “What?”.
“You should put out. That film was abysmal.”
“Okay.”
The first night consisted of knocked elbows, bonked heads, and some rather unfortunate spinal stress (“My body’s not a bendable feast for your pleasure, you know!”). But they pulled it together and the orgasmic pay-off was well worth any hints of lingering embarrassment.
So, that’s how it began. No drama. No declarations of deep-seated feelings. It worked for them. No one else needed to know. It was time-efficient enough for Rodney, and stress-relieving enough for John. Casually relaxed enough for both of them. No kissing was the key. That could only lead to feelings. And feelings weren’t time-efficient or stress-relieving.
John would sometimes instigate things with a double-smirk. Or Rodney would signal he wanted it with a fourth click of his fingers.
They were happily surprised to discover that their professional trust of each other extended to sexual adventures.
Rodney made John stand in the middle of his room. Talked him into pulling his cock out through his pants and stroke and pull and rub it until he came. It took 3m17s. Time efficiency at its best. Prime even.
John told Rodney on a closed communication channel exactly what he wanted to do to him. He timed it to be when Rodney was in his weekly “Why aren’t you as smart as me?” meeting with the other scientists. He could tell it worked when Rodney muttered something about cold coffee, could hear the sound of him in the transporter, then the swish of his bedroom door opening. The sound of Rodney’s gasp at the sight of John naked on all fours with a vibrator up his glistening lubed ass was very satisfying. “You bastard” Rodney muttered as he pulled the toy out and replaced it with his own cock. “Yeah…” agreed John.
When John was pushed down by the very same hands that had saved them from near-certain-death that afternoon, no additional pressure was needed for John to open his mouth and let Rodney’s cock fuck it. He sucked and sucked until he could swallow all of Rodney’s come down.
John once wondered how sensitive Rodney’s nipples really were. Rodney sighed when they were rubbed. Moaned when they were licked. Whimpered when they were sucked. Hissed when they were bitten. Yelped when they were twisted. When hot wax was dripped onto them he was silent apart from the panting. It was only when they were red, sensitive and ignored that he begged. Rodney appreciated that the research was thorough.
John once fucked Rodney as he was leaning over an off-world DHD trying to fix it. He told him he wasn’t allowed to come until it was ready to dial back to Atlantis. McKay worked best under pressure.
When Rodney, still hard and panting, was forced once again to bend over the puddlejumper control panel, and made to spread his legs further than he thought was possible, he was okay with that. The feeling of John’s tongue and mouth sucking the come out of his recently fucked hole made him squirm and pant. And come. But it didn’t make him feel self-conscious or uncomfortable. He liked it.
Once John got Rodney so relaxed that he could push three fingers of one hand in along with his cock. Then, deciding that wasn’t enough, the next time they fucked he pushed a vibrator in alongside his cock. Rodney howled and thrashed about, but never said no. He just took it.
The first time Rodney fucked John he took him from behind. He looked down at the beautiful ass cheeks he was grasping and his own cock driving into and out of John’s body. He loved the sound of John gasping and moaning. He reached one hand up to John’s bowed head, grasped a handful of that ridiculous hair and pulled it, and his head, back. Thrusting again and again, he closed his eyes as he came.
One time Rodney came without having his cock being touched. John had fucked him so completely that he couldn’t help it. When John saw that, he pulled his cock out, kneeled up to push it into the slack panting mouth before him, and made Rodney drink his come.
Rodney once tied John’s arms to the headboard and masturbated while he knelt over him until he left John’s face wet with streams of warm thick come. John tried desperately to try and lick any bits of it that dripped near his mouth. It was the first time Rodney heard John whimper.
Once, John almost died. And Rodney wasn’t there. They got him back from MST-957 with scorch marks on his feet, lashes across his chest, and needle pricks in his thighs. Rodney leaned carefully over the hospital bed and kissed John chastely on his chapped lips. John smiled. That’s when they fell in love.
Title: We'll get to it later
Author: morebliss
Rating: Really quite porny (aka NC-17)
We’ll get to it later
Sitting side by side on Rodney’s bed after just having watched ‘Det sjunde inseglet’, John turned his head slightly towards Rodney and said “Well, that was a waste of time. Wanna have sex?”
Rodney turned his head towards John. Then looked forward again at the scrolling credits. Scratched his arm and responded “What?”.
“You should put out. That film was abysmal.”
“Okay.”
The first night consisted of knocked elbows, bonked heads, and some rather unfortunate spinal stress (“My body’s not a bendable feast for your pleasure, you know!”). But they pulled it together and the orgasmic pay-off was well worth any hints of lingering embarrassment.
So, that’s how it began. No drama. No declarations of deep-seated feelings. It worked for them. No one else needed to know. It was time-efficient enough for Rodney, and stress-relieving enough for John. Casually relaxed enough for both of them. No kissing was the key. That could only lead to feelings. And feelings weren’t time-efficient or stress-relieving.
John would sometimes instigate things with a double-smirk. Or Rodney would signal he wanted it with a fourth click of his fingers.
They were happily surprised to discover that their professional trust of each other extended to sexual adventures.
Rodney made John stand in the middle of his room. Talked him into pulling his cock out through his pants and stroke and pull and rub it until he came. It took 3m17s. Time efficiency at its best. Prime even.
John told Rodney on a closed communication channel exactly what he wanted to do to him. He timed it to be when Rodney was in his weekly “Why aren’t you as smart as me?” meeting with the other scientists. He could tell it worked when Rodney muttered something about cold coffee, could hear the sound of him in the transporter, then the swish of his bedroom door opening. The sound of Rodney’s gasp at the sight of John naked on all fours with a vibrator up his glistening lubed ass was very satisfying. “You bastard” Rodney muttered as he pulled the toy out and replaced it with his own cock. “Yeah…” agreed John.
When John was pushed down by the very same hands that had saved them from near-certain-death that afternoon, no additional pressure was needed for John to open his mouth and let Rodney’s cock fuck it. He sucked and sucked until he could swallow all of Rodney’s come down.
John once wondered how sensitive Rodney’s nipples really were. Rodney sighed when they were rubbed. Moaned when they were licked. Whimpered when they were sucked. Hissed when they were bitten. Yelped when they were twisted. When hot wax was dripped onto them he was silent apart from the panting. It was only when they were red, sensitive and ignored that he begged. Rodney appreciated that the research was thorough.
John once fucked Rodney as he was leaning over an off-world DHD trying to fix it. He told him he wasn’t allowed to come until it was ready to dial back to Atlantis. McKay worked best under pressure.
When Rodney, still hard and panting, was forced once again to bend over the puddlejumper control panel, and made to spread his legs further than he thought was possible, he was okay with that. The feeling of John’s tongue and mouth sucking the come out of his recently fucked hole made him squirm and pant. And come. But it didn’t make him feel self-conscious or uncomfortable. He liked it.
Once John got Rodney so relaxed that he could push three fingers of one hand in along with his cock. Then, deciding that wasn’t enough, the next time they fucked he pushed a vibrator in alongside his cock. Rodney howled and thrashed about, but never said no. He just took it.
The first time Rodney fucked John he took him from behind. He looked down at the beautiful ass cheeks he was grasping and his own cock driving into and out of John’s body. He loved the sound of John gasping and moaning. He reached one hand up to John’s bowed head, grasped a handful of that ridiculous hair and pulled it, and his head, back. Thrusting again and again, he closed his eyes as he came.
One time Rodney came without having his cock being touched. John had fucked him so completely that he couldn’t help it. When John saw that, he pulled his cock out, kneeled up to push it into the slack panting mouth before him, and made Rodney drink his come.
Rodney once tied John’s arms to the headboard and masturbated while he knelt over him until he left John’s face wet with streams of warm thick come. John tried desperately to try and lick any bits of it that dripped near his mouth. It was the first time Rodney heard John whimper.
Once, John almost died. And Rodney wasn’t there. They got him back from MST-957 with scorch marks on his feet, lashes across his chest, and needle pricks in his thighs. Rodney leaned carefully over the hospital bed and kissed John chastely on his chapped lips. John smiled. That’s when they fell in love.