Ooh, look - PORN!
Oct. 5th, 2005 09:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pride_of_erinAh, Dusty's gonna be proud of me - I actually managed to write a ficlet for Smut Day. Go me! *g*
This is also my very first foray into writing Stargate: Atlantis fic. It is of course, a complete and total PWP - there nothing of redeeming value here whatsoever. And that is most probably for the best since if I actually tried to write something clever in this fandom, I'd most likely fall flat on my face having only seen about half of Season 1.
This fic came about after I saw an icon somebody (I'm sorry, I can't remember who) was using in an SGA comm. Said icon was... mesmerising to say the least. It inspired all sorts of dirty thoughts, so I've included an enlarged version for your viewing pleasure.
Title: Loaded Gun
Pairing: McShep (I am an OTP whore)
Disclaimer: Not mine, but they're very pretty and I have enjoyed playing with them.
*****
John had barely waited for the mission debriefing to be over before he'd grabbed Rodney, dragged him to his quarters and thrown him up against the wall.
"Ow! Colonel, how many times do you need to be reminded about my back? I think you need to realize that not all of us were built for - mmmph!" Rodney was cut off abruptly as John attacked him with a bruising kiss.
"Shut up, Rodney," he grinned.
Rodney blinked. "Excuse me? You manhandle me, sexually assault me and then you tell me to shut up? For a such charming, devil-may-care Casanova, you really need to work on your seduction tech - mmph."
John kissed him, long, deep and wet, until Rodney's noises of protestation turned to happy little noises of lust.
He pulled away, hazel eyes dark with desire and breathed, "Shut. Up. Rodney," before swooping back in for more kisses. He explored Rodney's hot mouth, licking, sucking; nipping at his lips. John pressed him harder against the wall, rubbing himself against that broad frame, hands tight on Rodney's biceps, hips grinding rhythmically.
"Oh God," Rodney gasped as John abandoned his mouth to press kisses against his neck. "Jesus, what's gotten into you? You haven't been this eager since that time we did it in the jumper."
John looked back up at Rodney's face, loving the way his mouth looked pink, wet and swollen from their kisses. "Hey, it's been over two weeks since we've been off-world - I'd forgotten just how fucking hot you look in your mission gear."
"I do?"
"Oh, God, yeah," John whispered, sliding a hand under Rodney's open vest and fingering a hard nipple through the soft blue fabric of his shirt.
"Wait - so you've been wanting to jump me throughout the entire mission?"
"Are you kidding? I spent the whole time biting the inside of my cheek to stop myself from grabbing you and throwing you to the ground. And not for the reason I usually want to rough you up during a mission."
"You know, your thinly veiled insults would be much more effective if you weren't - ah! - tweaking my nipples and trying to get into my pants at the same time."
"Shut up, Rodney - you're killing the mood." John let his hands linger over Rodney's vest for a moment before tearing it off him, quickly following with his shirt.
"Oh, yeah," John whispered, going straight for Rodney's bare nipples with his lips, teeth and tongue, mashing his face against Rodney's broad chest like he wanted to burrow his way inside. Rodney groaned appreciatively, throwing his head back and wincing when it smacked against the wall. John could sense him getting ready to complain again, so he moved his mouth downwards, licking and kissing, nuzzling the warm softness of Rodney's belly. He settled on his knees and licked a circle around Rodney's belly button. "Thank Christ the negotiations didn't take too long," he murmured against musky-smelling skin, "I couldn't have handled not getting this today."
"John…" he heard Rodney's breathy whisper. He looked up and found Rodney staring down at him, blue eyes so full of feeling it almost unnerved him. Rodney cupped John's face in his hands and bent down for a slow, sweet kiss.
"Do you really think I look hot in my mission gear?" Rodney murmured, straightening back up and leaning against the wall.
"Hell, yes," John said, running a finger along the top of Rodney's waistband. "Especially in this," he added, moving his hand down to the gun holster strapped to Rodney's thigh. He traced the black straps with his finger, making Rodney shiver.
"My thigh holster?" Rodney asked incredulously, "You have a kink for my thigh holster?"
"Why wouldn't I? It shows off your package very nicely. Right now in particular," said John, raising an eyebrow at the nice gray-clothed bulge between Rodney's legs and throwing him a dirty grin.
"Well yes, but it's also holding my gun - oh, that's it, isn't it? Typical. Of course you military goons are going to start sprouting wood at the sight of automatic weaponry. As a matter of fact I'm surprised that your affinity for things that go 'boom' hasn't entered into our sex life before - "
"Please shut up, Rodney," John said, quickly leaning forward and covering that tempting bulge with his open mouth. He almost smirked at Rodney's surprised gasp, but was too busy enjoying the rough feel of the pants seam on his tongue. He breathed hot air against Rodney's groin, making him squirm deliciously.
John pulled away and Rodney whimpered. "You know, I really do like this," he murmured sexily, hooking a thumb under the upper holster strap on Rodney's thigh. There was just enough give in the strap for him to lift it upwards a couple of inches, making Rodney moan softly as the strap pressed up tight against his balls, and that bulge became even more pronounced.
"Yeah, just like that," said John appreciatively, "I've been wanting to do that all fucking day." He reached up with his other hand and massaged the bulge straining against Rodney's pants. His firm squeezes made Rodney let out a low groan, which in turn made John's own hard dick ache with need.
John's thumb started moving the strap up and down Rodney's leg in a rhythmic pattern that matched his crotch massage. Rodney was breathing heavily and clutching at John's shoulders.
"Oh, God… that's just… wow." Rodney began moving hips in time with John's rhythm, chasing the feeling of pressure and release on his balls, murmuring softly as one hand came up to stroke John's hair.
John moved his hand away from Rodney's crotch and covered it with his mouth again, biting very softly against the material of Rodney's pants. Rodney cried out in pleasure, and John moved his free hand to his own crotch, unzipping his fly and taking his aching dick in hand.
Rodney squirmed and moaned at the heat of John's tongue licking him through his pants, the material getting damp with saliva, while the holster strap kept rubbing nicely against the side of his balls. When he looked down and saw John with his hand in his own pants, jacking himself slowly, Rodney gasped. "Oh, fuck - John, please… please."
God, John loved to hear Rodney beg. It really just didn't happen often enough in his opinion. He stopped jerking himself off for a minute and moved his mouth to Rodney's thigh. John carefully took the plastic clasp holding the upper strap together, between his teeth and bit down, unclasping it and letting the strap swing free. Rodney inhaled sharply at the sudden release of pressure on his groin, while John lowered his head and repeated the tricky maneuver on the lower thigh strap.
"God, you're such a show-off," Rodney murmured.
"Rodney…" John whispered warningly.
"I know, I know, shutting up now, sorry, sorry, just please keep, you know, doing that. Please."
John reached up and unbuckled the belt of the holster, removing it from around Rodney's waist. He raised an eyebrow at Rodney and cheekily gave the holster a loving stroke, making Rodney roll his eyes and smile, before carefully setting it on the ground beside them.
"Now," he breathed, unzipping Rodney's fly and lowering his pants and boxers to his thighs, making Rodney's very eager erection pop out to say hello.
"Hello," John murmured with a grin, stroking Rodney's thighs and reaching around to cup that cute, round ass he loved. He took a moment to just look at Rodney's hard, thick cock straining towards him, and licked his lips in anticipation.
"Now, please?" said Rodney, starting sound choked. "Fuck, you were the one who was in such a hurry before - "
"What did I say about shutting up?" And Rodney didn't have an answer for that, because suddenly John's mouth was on his dick and all was right with the world.
John moaned around Rodney's cock. This was what he'd been longing for all day. The feel of this smooth, hard shaft in his mouth, running over his tongue. The musky smell of pure, aroused Rodney filling his nose, the firm buttocks in his hands and the sweet ache in his jaw. Hearing Rodney whimper and cry, feeling him start to thrust into John's mouth, knowing he was the one to make Rodney feel like this. Making Rodney happy.
John slid his right hand back around his own cock again and jerked in time to the sliding motions of his mouth on Rodney's dick. Rodney saw him and let out a soft cry at the sight, making John pick up his speed and increase his suction, leaving Rodney moaning pretty much continuously, until John felt it - that slight tension that told him Rodney was about to come. He swirled his tongue firmly around the head, then sucked hard, making Rodney let out a loud groan, and spurt into his mouth.
John softened his sucking, but kept his mouth on Rodney's dick, guiding him through his orgasm and swallowing his release. The sounds Rodney was making were too much for John. He jacked himself with lightening fast strokes and spilled into his hand with Rodney's cock still in his mouth.
"Oh, John, oh, God. I - I just - um, thank you," Rodney stammered, sinking to the floor to sit with his back against the wall as his legs gave out.
"My pleasure. Really," sighed John as he sank forward to lie on his stomach between Rodney's legs, head pillowed on Rodney's thigh next to his spent and softening cock. John was suddenly exhausted - the combination of a day spent in a state of extreme sexual frustration, with the damn great orgasm he'd just had, made him content to just close his eyes, snuggle against Rodney's leg and not move for a few minutes, despite how uncomfortable the floor was.
"John?"
"Mm?" He felt a hand stroking his hair again.
"You really have a kink for my thigh holster?"
He didn't even bother to open his eyes. "Shut up Rodney."
***
The End.
Happy Smut Day! :-)
This is also my very first foray into writing Stargate: Atlantis fic. It is of course, a complete and total PWP - there nothing of redeeming value here whatsoever. And that is most probably for the best since if I actually tried to write something clever in this fandom, I'd most likely fall flat on my face having only seen about half of Season 1.
This fic came about after I saw an icon somebody (I'm sorry, I can't remember who) was using in an SGA comm. Said icon was... mesmerising to say the least. It inspired all sorts of dirty thoughts, so I've included an enlarged version for your viewing pleasure.
Title: Loaded Gun
Pairing: McShep (I am an OTP whore)
Disclaimer: Not mine, but they're very pretty and I have enjoyed playing with them.
*****
John had barely waited for the mission debriefing to be over before he'd grabbed Rodney, dragged him to his quarters and thrown him up against the wall.
"Ow! Colonel, how many times do you need to be reminded about my back? I think you need to realize that not all of us were built for - mmmph!" Rodney was cut off abruptly as John attacked him with a bruising kiss.
"Shut up, Rodney," he grinned.
Rodney blinked. "Excuse me? You manhandle me, sexually assault me and then you tell me to shut up? For a such charming, devil-may-care Casanova, you really need to work on your seduction tech - mmph."
John kissed him, long, deep and wet, until Rodney's noises of protestation turned to happy little noises of lust.
He pulled away, hazel eyes dark with desire and breathed, "Shut. Up. Rodney," before swooping back in for more kisses. He explored Rodney's hot mouth, licking, sucking; nipping at his lips. John pressed him harder against the wall, rubbing himself against that broad frame, hands tight on Rodney's biceps, hips grinding rhythmically.
"Oh God," Rodney gasped as John abandoned his mouth to press kisses against his neck. "Jesus, what's gotten into you? You haven't been this eager since that time we did it in the jumper."
John looked back up at Rodney's face, loving the way his mouth looked pink, wet and swollen from their kisses. "Hey, it's been over two weeks since we've been off-world - I'd forgotten just how fucking hot you look in your mission gear."
"I do?"
"Oh, God, yeah," John whispered, sliding a hand under Rodney's open vest and fingering a hard nipple through the soft blue fabric of his shirt.
"Wait - so you've been wanting to jump me throughout the entire mission?"
"Are you kidding? I spent the whole time biting the inside of my cheek to stop myself from grabbing you and throwing you to the ground. And not for the reason I usually want to rough you up during a mission."
"You know, your thinly veiled insults would be much more effective if you weren't - ah! - tweaking my nipples and trying to get into my pants at the same time."
"Shut up, Rodney - you're killing the mood." John let his hands linger over Rodney's vest for a moment before tearing it off him, quickly following with his shirt.
"Oh, yeah," John whispered, going straight for Rodney's bare nipples with his lips, teeth and tongue, mashing his face against Rodney's broad chest like he wanted to burrow his way inside. Rodney groaned appreciatively, throwing his head back and wincing when it smacked against the wall. John could sense him getting ready to complain again, so he moved his mouth downwards, licking and kissing, nuzzling the warm softness of Rodney's belly. He settled on his knees and licked a circle around Rodney's belly button. "Thank Christ the negotiations didn't take too long," he murmured against musky-smelling skin, "I couldn't have handled not getting this today."
"John…" he heard Rodney's breathy whisper. He looked up and found Rodney staring down at him, blue eyes so full of feeling it almost unnerved him. Rodney cupped John's face in his hands and bent down for a slow, sweet kiss.
"Do you really think I look hot in my mission gear?" Rodney murmured, straightening back up and leaning against the wall.
"Hell, yes," John said, running a finger along the top of Rodney's waistband. "Especially in this," he added, moving his hand down to the gun holster strapped to Rodney's thigh. He traced the black straps with his finger, making Rodney shiver.
"My thigh holster?" Rodney asked incredulously, "You have a kink for my thigh holster?"
"Why wouldn't I? It shows off your package very nicely. Right now in particular," said John, raising an eyebrow at the nice gray-clothed bulge between Rodney's legs and throwing him a dirty grin.
"Well yes, but it's also holding my gun - oh, that's it, isn't it? Typical. Of course you military goons are going to start sprouting wood at the sight of automatic weaponry. As a matter of fact I'm surprised that your affinity for things that go 'boom' hasn't entered into our sex life before - "
"Please shut up, Rodney," John said, quickly leaning forward and covering that tempting bulge with his open mouth. He almost smirked at Rodney's surprised gasp, but was too busy enjoying the rough feel of the pants seam on his tongue. He breathed hot air against Rodney's groin, making him squirm deliciously.
John pulled away and Rodney whimpered. "You know, I really do like this," he murmured sexily, hooking a thumb under the upper holster strap on Rodney's thigh. There was just enough give in the strap for him to lift it upwards a couple of inches, making Rodney moan softly as the strap pressed up tight against his balls, and that bulge became even more pronounced.
"Yeah, just like that," said John appreciatively, "I've been wanting to do that all fucking day." He reached up with his other hand and massaged the bulge straining against Rodney's pants. His firm squeezes made Rodney let out a low groan, which in turn made John's own hard dick ache with need.
John's thumb started moving the strap up and down Rodney's leg in a rhythmic pattern that matched his crotch massage. Rodney was breathing heavily and clutching at John's shoulders.
"Oh, God… that's just… wow." Rodney began moving hips in time with John's rhythm, chasing the feeling of pressure and release on his balls, murmuring softly as one hand came up to stroke John's hair.
John moved his hand away from Rodney's crotch and covered it with his mouth again, biting very softly against the material of Rodney's pants. Rodney cried out in pleasure, and John moved his free hand to his own crotch, unzipping his fly and taking his aching dick in hand.
Rodney squirmed and moaned at the heat of John's tongue licking him through his pants, the material getting damp with saliva, while the holster strap kept rubbing nicely against the side of his balls. When he looked down and saw John with his hand in his own pants, jacking himself slowly, Rodney gasped. "Oh, fuck - John, please… please."
God, John loved to hear Rodney beg. It really just didn't happen often enough in his opinion. He stopped jerking himself off for a minute and moved his mouth to Rodney's thigh. John carefully took the plastic clasp holding the upper strap together, between his teeth and bit down, unclasping it and letting the strap swing free. Rodney inhaled sharply at the sudden release of pressure on his groin, while John lowered his head and repeated the tricky maneuver on the lower thigh strap.
"God, you're such a show-off," Rodney murmured.
"Rodney…" John whispered warningly.
"I know, I know, shutting up now, sorry, sorry, just please keep, you know, doing that. Please."
John reached up and unbuckled the belt of the holster, removing it from around Rodney's waist. He raised an eyebrow at Rodney and cheekily gave the holster a loving stroke, making Rodney roll his eyes and smile, before carefully setting it on the ground beside them.
"Now," he breathed, unzipping Rodney's fly and lowering his pants and boxers to his thighs, making Rodney's very eager erection pop out to say hello.
"Hello," John murmured with a grin, stroking Rodney's thighs and reaching around to cup that cute, round ass he loved. He took a moment to just look at Rodney's hard, thick cock straining towards him, and licked his lips in anticipation.
"Now, please?" said Rodney, starting sound choked. "Fuck, you were the one who was in such a hurry before - "
"What did I say about shutting up?" And Rodney didn't have an answer for that, because suddenly John's mouth was on his dick and all was right with the world.
John moaned around Rodney's cock. This was what he'd been longing for all day. The feel of this smooth, hard shaft in his mouth, running over his tongue. The musky smell of pure, aroused Rodney filling his nose, the firm buttocks in his hands and the sweet ache in his jaw. Hearing Rodney whimper and cry, feeling him start to thrust into John's mouth, knowing he was the one to make Rodney feel like this. Making Rodney happy.
John slid his right hand back around his own cock again and jerked in time to the sliding motions of his mouth on Rodney's dick. Rodney saw him and let out a soft cry at the sight, making John pick up his speed and increase his suction, leaving Rodney moaning pretty much continuously, until John felt it - that slight tension that told him Rodney was about to come. He swirled his tongue firmly around the head, then sucked hard, making Rodney let out a loud groan, and spurt into his mouth.
John softened his sucking, but kept his mouth on Rodney's dick, guiding him through his orgasm and swallowing his release. The sounds Rodney was making were too much for John. He jacked himself with lightening fast strokes and spilled into his hand with Rodney's cock still in his mouth.
"Oh, John, oh, God. I - I just - um, thank you," Rodney stammered, sinking to the floor to sit with his back against the wall as his legs gave out.
"My pleasure. Really," sighed John as he sank forward to lie on his stomach between Rodney's legs, head pillowed on Rodney's thigh next to his spent and softening cock. John was suddenly exhausted - the combination of a day spent in a state of extreme sexual frustration, with the damn great orgasm he'd just had, made him content to just close his eyes, snuggle against Rodney's leg and not move for a few minutes, despite how uncomfortable the floor was.
"John?"
"Mm?" He felt a hand stroking his hair again.
"You really have a kink for my thigh holster?"
He didn't even bother to open his eyes. "Shut up Rodney."
***
The End.
Happy Smut Day! :-)
