"Lesson of the Day", SGA, John Sheppard/OMC, underage sex
For today's comment_fic, gaffsie left this prompt: SGA, John/anyone, horse riding lessons. Well, I immediately went to the dirty!wrong place and figured this implied a teenaged John Sheppard, what with the stables behind his father's house. But since there was nothing in the comm's rules to address the issue of underage sex, I sent a quick note asking for clarification.
The codemonkeys came back with this reply: "That's a good question. Underage sex is a bit tricky, for obvious reasons, and there's some things the comm can't condone.
"So the comm permits underage sex only if all partners are at least 16 (the most common age of consent, I believe) and as long as all partners are underage. Warning is required."
Fair enough. Except, whoops? I'd already written a snippet about 16-yr-old John in the stables with his riding instructor, who most certainly is not underage himself. So instead of posting over in comment_fic, I'm going to keep the evidence of my dirty, dirty mind here in my own journal.
Title: Lesson of the Day
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: John Sheppard/OMC
Words: 656
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: dubious consent, sex with a minor, PWP
Summary: John asks his riding instructor for a make-up lesson, aka NO REDEEMING VALUE. This is so wrong, I kinda hope you don't read it.
Lesson of the Day
by Scroll
John finds Eric in the tack room, straddling a bench, checking over a saddle. "Sorry I missed my lesson yesterday."
Eric looks up, frowning. "No need to apologise, John. You mentioned you might be busy."
Scuffing the toe of his boot in the cement floor, John shrugs. "I'm still sorry. Maybe if you've got time..." He blushes, then says in a rush, "We could make up the lesson? I'm free now. Or whenever."
Eric crooks a smile at him, then moves the saddle aside. "Come here," he says, patting the bench between his legs. John crosses over and sits down, throws one leg over the bench so he's straddling it, facing the older man. He feels his ears burning, can't look up at Eric, certain he must be laughing at him.
"Such a sweet boy," Eric says, his voice low and teasing, like it's a secret just between the two of them. He lays his big hand on John's right knee, slides it slowly up his thigh until his thumb is teasing at John's dick where it's trapped in his tight riding breeches. John quivers, feeling hot and anxious and aroused. "So sweet and pretty. Do you like that, John?"
Darting a glance up, John gives a tiny nod. "Yes," he whispers. "Please."
Eric wets his lips, leans over and presses his mouth to John's, barely touching, not a real kiss. John tries to lean into it, but Eric pulls back, shaking his head. "Your father would not like this. We would be in a lot of trouble if he found out."
"He's at work," John says quickly. "It's Marta's day off. No one's home." Hips shifting restlessly on the bench, he finally grabs Eric's hand and pushes it down on his dick. "Please."
Chuckling under his breath, Eric takes pity on him and deftly frees John's dick from his breeches. "You beg so pretty when you want something, don't you." He wraps big hands around John's length, pumping him gently, laughing a little at John's pathetic whine. It doesn't take long before John is coming, gasping, his whole body arching off the bench.
"Such a delight you are," Eric sighs, almost affectionately, tracing a wet finger over John's lips. "Now it's your turn." John is panting, wrung out, and almost falls flat on his face getting his leg over the bench. Eric steadies him, then settles John on the ground between his thighs. "Show me what you can do with that beautiful mouth," he murmurs, undoing his fly and pulling out his dick.
"I don't--" John chokes out, flinching back. "It's so big."
Eric cups his chin, tilts his head up so John can meet his stare. His eyes are black with lust, but his voice is kind. "I know you can make it good, John." His dick nudges at John's lips until he opens up. "That's it, sweet boy. Knew you'd be a natural at this." Nostrils flaring, he thrusts in and moans, gaze intent on John's face.
Cheeks red with embarrassment, John sucks carefully at the hard, hot dick into his mouth, whimpering when Eric pushes in deeper, nudging the back of his throat. John is hard again already, and he wants so badly to touch himself, but Eric is big, too big to fit in his mouth, and he needs his hands to help.
John doesn't really know what he's doing, just bobs his head and licks the shaft until Eric is grunting, pulling at his hair, and then there's a sudden flood of bitter semen in his mouth and he's choking, swallowing some of it, letting the rest dribble down his chin. Dazed and desperate, John grabs his own dick with both hands, rubbing fast and furious until he comes for a second time, shaking with it, forehead pressed against Eric's muscled thigh.
Eric combs his fingers through John's messy bangs and smiles down at him. "Here endeth the lesson."
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The codemonkeys came back with this reply: "That's a good question. Underage sex is a bit tricky, for obvious reasons, and there's some things the comm can't condone.
"So the comm permits underage sex only if all partners are at least 16 (the most common age of consent, I believe) and as long as all partners are underage. Warning is required."
Fair enough. Except, whoops? I'd already written a snippet about 16-yr-old John in the stables with his riding instructor, who most certainly is not underage himself. So instead of posting over in comment_fic, I'm going to keep the evidence of my dirty, dirty mind here in my own journal.
Title: Lesson of the Day
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: John Sheppard/OMC
Words: 656
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: dubious consent, sex with a minor, PWP
Summary: John asks his riding instructor for a make-up lesson, aka NO REDEEMING VALUE. This is so wrong, I kinda hope you don't read it.
Lesson of the Day
by Scroll
John finds Eric in the tack room, straddling a bench, checking over a saddle. "Sorry I missed my lesson yesterday."
Eric looks up, frowning. "No need to apologise, John. You mentioned you might be busy."
Scuffing the toe of his boot in the cement floor, John shrugs. "I'm still sorry. Maybe if you've got time..." He blushes, then says in a rush, "We could make up the lesson? I'm free now. Or whenever."
Eric crooks a smile at him, then moves the saddle aside. "Come here," he says, patting the bench between his legs. John crosses over and sits down, throws one leg over the bench so he's straddling it, facing the older man. He feels his ears burning, can't look up at Eric, certain he must be laughing at him.
"Such a sweet boy," Eric says, his voice low and teasing, like it's a secret just between the two of them. He lays his big hand on John's right knee, slides it slowly up his thigh until his thumb is teasing at John's dick where it's trapped in his tight riding breeches. John quivers, feeling hot and anxious and aroused. "So sweet and pretty. Do you like that, John?"
Darting a glance up, John gives a tiny nod. "Yes," he whispers. "Please."
Eric wets his lips, leans over and presses his mouth to John's, barely touching, not a real kiss. John tries to lean into it, but Eric pulls back, shaking his head. "Your father would not like this. We would be in a lot of trouble if he found out."
"He's at work," John says quickly. "It's Marta's day off. No one's home." Hips shifting restlessly on the bench, he finally grabs Eric's hand and pushes it down on his dick. "Please."
Chuckling under his breath, Eric takes pity on him and deftly frees John's dick from his breeches. "You beg so pretty when you want something, don't you." He wraps big hands around John's length, pumping him gently, laughing a little at John's pathetic whine. It doesn't take long before John is coming, gasping, his whole body arching off the bench.
"Such a delight you are," Eric sighs, almost affectionately, tracing a wet finger over John's lips. "Now it's your turn." John is panting, wrung out, and almost falls flat on his face getting his leg over the bench. Eric steadies him, then settles John on the ground between his thighs. "Show me what you can do with that beautiful mouth," he murmurs, undoing his fly and pulling out his dick.
"I don't--" John chokes out, flinching back. "It's so big."
Eric cups his chin, tilts his head up so John can meet his stare. His eyes are black with lust, but his voice is kind. "I know you can make it good, John." His dick nudges at John's lips until he opens up. "That's it, sweet boy. Knew you'd be a natural at this." Nostrils flaring, he thrusts in and moans, gaze intent on John's face.
Cheeks red with embarrassment, John sucks carefully at the hard, hot dick into his mouth, whimpering when Eric pushes in deeper, nudging the back of his throat. John is hard again already, and he wants so badly to touch himself, but Eric is big, too big to fit in his mouth, and he needs his hands to help.
John doesn't really know what he's doing, just bobs his head and licks the shaft until Eric is grunting, pulling at his hair, and then there's a sudden flood of bitter semen in his mouth and he's choking, swallowing some of it, letting the rest dribble down his chin. Dazed and desperate, John grabs his own dick with both hands, rubbing fast and furious until he comes for a second time, shaking with it, forehead pressed against Eric's muscled thigh.
Eric combs his fingers through John's messy bangs and smiles down at him. "Here endeth the lesson."
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