Making the Most of It
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Stargate: SG-1 › Stargate Atlantis
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,602
Reviews:
1
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Currently Reading:
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Making the Most of It
AN – This is to make it up to myself because there was no sex in Kinks, almost irredeemable porn
Summary - Almost completely plotless porn, John and Rodney prove to each other that they're still alive
Rating NC-17 definitely
Disclaimer – Pretty sure that this never happened on the show so that means I don’t own them
Making the Most of It
John let out a muffled groan as Rodney slammed him against the wall of his quarters, then Rodney was kissing him, except it wasn’t really kissing Rodney was fucking his mouth with his tongue, diving in and claiming every part of him, finding that particularly sensitive spot and ruthlessly manipulating it, obviously enjoying John’s unconscious whimpers.
John’s hands scrabbled, clutching onto Rodney’s shoulders moaning into his mouth as Rodney’s leg forced his apart and began to rub ruthlessly at the bulge situated between John’s thighs with his own.
When Rodney finally pulled back they were both panting frantically, John was wide eyed, his pupils severely dilated, he could feel his heart pounding wildly as though he was just coming down from an orgasm instead of just experiencing the *start* of the build up to one.
Rodney didn’t look much better, gaze hungry as his eyes swept over John’s form before their eyes met, Rodney’s filled with a desperate need John know no one else ever got to see. Then he moved forwards again and John steeled himself for another assault on his lips only to have his eyes fly open again, when exactly had he closed them anyway? In shock as Rodney latched onto his neck, sucking and biting a path down to his collarbone.
As if sensing his misgivings Rodney shot him a look that said everything really, ‘*come on Major, it’s not like they’ll know it’s me…*’.
Despite the look though John noticed that Rodney was watching him carefully waiting for the agreement, pretty sure it would come but waiting anyway, that more than anything decided him and he allowed his eyes to slide shut again, knowing Rodney would take the sign for what it was meant and would continue his attack.
Distracted by the nipping at his pulse point and the way the abused skin was being lapped at by Rodney’s tongue John failed to notice what Rodney’s hands were doing and so lurched forwards in surprise as the hand that wasn’t holding him upright slid down and began to rip his shirt open and somewhere in the back of his mind John mourned the loss of yet another of his black t-shirts.
Then Rodney pushed aside the rags of the shirt that was currently hanging off him and tweaked a suddenly exposed nipple viciously and in a way that made John forget everything. And then the hand slid down and that was even better because it was opening his fly and sliding inside.
John’s knees buckled as soon as Rodney’s hand touched his dick and Rodney quickly used the hand on his shoulder to push him against the wall harder, causing the muscles to ripple and John to groan harder.
Rodney was jerking him off with short furious strokes, rubbing his thumb over the leaking head of his cock every few seconds to collect the natural lubricant that was John’s precome and rub it all over the shaft and for some reason that just made him harder.
John leaned against the wall, almost choking as he tried to pull in enough air and failed miserably every time and suddenly the mouth that had been kissing his jaw started to drift down placing more kisses over his chest, sucking hard at the bare skin, nibbling at a nipple carefully before bathing the area with his tongue roughly.
John was slowly beginning to realise that was coming out of his mouth was complete gibberish and the equivalent of a keening moan and resolved to say something intelligent next time but then Rodney’s mouth finished it’s journey downwards and wrapped around his cock.
John’s “Aaaaaaah,” lasted a full three seconds.
Rodney just smirked round the appendage in his mouth and sucked harder.
For John time had ceased to exist, Rodney’s hands were fastened around his hips to prevent him thrusting as he so desperately needed to. Rodney’s tongue swirled round the head of his cock caressing the sensitive underside before gently manipulating the slit, drawing precome out in a steady stream and allowing the flavour to spread out across his tongue.
John made a sound that was a cross between a growl and a groan and Rodney decided to give him what he so evidently wanted, sliding one hand down his own torso to his throbbing erection. Slipping his hand inside his previously unfastened BDUs he thanked the Gods for foresight as he fisted himself roughly, simultaneously pulling John’s hips forward with his other hand.
John got the idea, beginning to fuck his mouth in earnest while Rodney moved move the hand that wasn’t working to bring himself off in short, sharp strokes to the wall, balancing himself against the force of John’s thrusts.
As Rodney’s fingers manipulated the head of his own cock his tongue mimicked the action, working John’s in the same way as he allowed the other man to use his mouth.
It wasn’t long before John let out an animalistic cry and, feeling the head of the cock on his tongue swell even further, Rodney sucked as hard as he could grinning as far as was possible as he felt the shudder and registered the splash of John’s come at the back of his throat, pulling back a few inches to allow himself to taste it.
John’s scream ended and Rodney let the softening dick slip from his mouth , delivering one last lick as he pulled back, allowing John to slide down the wall and slump to the floor, eyes unfocused, gasping desperately and giving himself the room he needed to work his own cock properly.
He let out a guttural groan and John looked up, head lolling light to meet his gaze.
Seeing exactly what he had done to John proved to be too much for him and he felt the burning sensation rise and his balls draw up. With a shout of something that might have been John’s name he came, hard enough to make lights flash in front of his eyes, all over John’s bare chest, marking him, claiming him and not breaking eye contact for a second.
He slumped forwards now resting his cheek on the top of John’s head, feeling the other man lean forwards into the caress.
They both sat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the sensations still coursing through them and allowing their breathing to return to normal.
“You stupid bastard,” Rodney muttered eventually in a voice that wasn’t much more than a whisper, “never scare me like that again.”
John looked up at him, still not completely recovered and desperately wanting to but knowing that reassurance was something he couldn’t give, knowing Rodney wouldn’t believe it even if he tried. “Love you,” he offered instead, hoping it would be enough.
From the look in Rodney’s eyes it was clear that that wasn’t overly reassuring but Rodney sighed and dropped a sloppy kiss on his forehead, manoeuvring himself round to lean against the wall, resting his head against John’s shoulder and muttering the words back.
Enough for now anyway, just as well because they both knew that that was all *either* of them could give.
Fin
Summary - Almost completely plotless porn, John and Rodney prove to each other that they're still alive
Rating NC-17 definitely
Disclaimer – Pretty sure that this never happened on the show so that means I don’t own them
Making the Most of It
John let out a muffled groan as Rodney slammed him against the wall of his quarters, then Rodney was kissing him, except it wasn’t really kissing Rodney was fucking his mouth with his tongue, diving in and claiming every part of him, finding that particularly sensitive spot and ruthlessly manipulating it, obviously enjoying John’s unconscious whimpers.
John’s hands scrabbled, clutching onto Rodney’s shoulders moaning into his mouth as Rodney’s leg forced his apart and began to rub ruthlessly at the bulge situated between John’s thighs with his own.
When Rodney finally pulled back they were both panting frantically, John was wide eyed, his pupils severely dilated, he could feel his heart pounding wildly as though he was just coming down from an orgasm instead of just experiencing the *start* of the build up to one.
Rodney didn’t look much better, gaze hungry as his eyes swept over John’s form before their eyes met, Rodney’s filled with a desperate need John know no one else ever got to see. Then he moved forwards again and John steeled himself for another assault on his lips only to have his eyes fly open again, when exactly had he closed them anyway? In shock as Rodney latched onto his neck, sucking and biting a path down to his collarbone.
As if sensing his misgivings Rodney shot him a look that said everything really, ‘*come on Major, it’s not like they’ll know it’s me…*’.
Despite the look though John noticed that Rodney was watching him carefully waiting for the agreement, pretty sure it would come but waiting anyway, that more than anything decided him and he allowed his eyes to slide shut again, knowing Rodney would take the sign for what it was meant and would continue his attack.
Distracted by the nipping at his pulse point and the way the abused skin was being lapped at by Rodney’s tongue John failed to notice what Rodney’s hands were doing and so lurched forwards in surprise as the hand that wasn’t holding him upright slid down and began to rip his shirt open and somewhere in the back of his mind John mourned the loss of yet another of his black t-shirts.
Then Rodney pushed aside the rags of the shirt that was currently hanging off him and tweaked a suddenly exposed nipple viciously and in a way that made John forget everything. And then the hand slid down and that was even better because it was opening his fly and sliding inside.
John’s knees buckled as soon as Rodney’s hand touched his dick and Rodney quickly used the hand on his shoulder to push him against the wall harder, causing the muscles to ripple and John to groan harder.
Rodney was jerking him off with short furious strokes, rubbing his thumb over the leaking head of his cock every few seconds to collect the natural lubricant that was John’s precome and rub it all over the shaft and for some reason that just made him harder.
John leaned against the wall, almost choking as he tried to pull in enough air and failed miserably every time and suddenly the mouth that had been kissing his jaw started to drift down placing more kisses over his chest, sucking hard at the bare skin, nibbling at a nipple carefully before bathing the area with his tongue roughly.
John was slowly beginning to realise that was coming out of his mouth was complete gibberish and the equivalent of a keening moan and resolved to say something intelligent next time but then Rodney’s mouth finished it’s journey downwards and wrapped around his cock.
John’s “Aaaaaaah,” lasted a full three seconds.
Rodney just smirked round the appendage in his mouth and sucked harder.
For John time had ceased to exist, Rodney’s hands were fastened around his hips to prevent him thrusting as he so desperately needed to. Rodney’s tongue swirled round the head of his cock caressing the sensitive underside before gently manipulating the slit, drawing precome out in a steady stream and allowing the flavour to spread out across his tongue.
John made a sound that was a cross between a growl and a groan and Rodney decided to give him what he so evidently wanted, sliding one hand down his own torso to his throbbing erection. Slipping his hand inside his previously unfastened BDUs he thanked the Gods for foresight as he fisted himself roughly, simultaneously pulling John’s hips forward with his other hand.
John got the idea, beginning to fuck his mouth in earnest while Rodney moved move the hand that wasn’t working to bring himself off in short, sharp strokes to the wall, balancing himself against the force of John’s thrusts.
As Rodney’s fingers manipulated the head of his own cock his tongue mimicked the action, working John’s in the same way as he allowed the other man to use his mouth.
It wasn’t long before John let out an animalistic cry and, feeling the head of the cock on his tongue swell even further, Rodney sucked as hard as he could grinning as far as was possible as he felt the shudder and registered the splash of John’s come at the back of his throat, pulling back a few inches to allow himself to taste it.
John’s scream ended and Rodney let the softening dick slip from his mouth , delivering one last lick as he pulled back, allowing John to slide down the wall and slump to the floor, eyes unfocused, gasping desperately and giving himself the room he needed to work his own cock properly.
He let out a guttural groan and John looked up, head lolling light to meet his gaze.
Seeing exactly what he had done to John proved to be too much for him and he felt the burning sensation rise and his balls draw up. With a shout of something that might have been John’s name he came, hard enough to make lights flash in front of his eyes, all over John’s bare chest, marking him, claiming him and not breaking eye contact for a second.
He slumped forwards now resting his cheek on the top of John’s head, feeling the other man lean forwards into the caress.
They both sat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the sensations still coursing through them and allowing their breathing to return to normal.
“You stupid bastard,” Rodney muttered eventually in a voice that wasn’t much more than a whisper, “never scare me like that again.”
John looked up at him, still not completely recovered and desperately wanting to but knowing that reassurance was something he couldn’t give, knowing Rodney wouldn’t believe it even if he tried. “Love you,” he offered instead, hoping it would be enough.
From the look in Rodney’s eyes it was clear that that wasn’t overly reassuring but Rodney sighed and dropped a sloppy kiss on his forehead, manoeuvring himself round to lean against the wall, resting his head against John’s shoulder and muttering the words back.
Enough for now anyway, just as well because they both knew that that was all *either* of them could give.
Fin