Untitled Porn Ficlet

Untitled Porn Ficlet

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Summary: But they hold like that for a long, long moment, and then Rodney opens his mouth to say something cutting and nasty, so John drops his fist and kisses him instead.

What I really want to see is a story where John and Rodney are fighting over who's fault the attack on that planet is, and John finally just snaps, shoving Rodney into a wall and balling his hand up into a fist, ready to hit him, but the only thing holding him back is the fact that he doesn't hit with no physical provocation, and while Rodney is being very Rodney, he isn't a physical threat.

But they hold like that for a long, long moment, and then Rodney opens his mouth to say something cutting and nasty, so John drops his fist and kisses him instead.

Rodney doesn't react at first, and then he does, and just like that, they're fighting again, only with teeth and tongues instead of words. John bites Rodney's lip hard enough to draw blood, and in return, Rodney gets his hands on John's ass, and pulls him up hard, plastering them together from shoulders to knees.

They're fighting for supremacy of the kiss, for control of it, and there's no easy give and take, it's all take and take and take. John's mouth is full of the taste of copper, and Rodney is growling into his mouth and he's not sure what's happening but he doesn't really care.

John manages to get a hand between them, and tweaks one of Rodney's nipples, hard, through his shirt, causing Rodney to grunt and try to twist away as if it's too much, but John doesn't care.

Suddenly, he's got to have skin, he's got to touch Rodney, and he backs off just enough to grab the hem of Rodney's shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Rodney doesn't struggle, but that's because his own hands are full of John's jacket, pushing it back off John's shoulders, temporarily pinning his hands behind his back.

And Rodney takes advantage of that, using a move that John recognizes as one of Ronon's, and flips them around, so it's John against the wall, his hands behind his back.

Rodney outright attacks John's mouth, fucking it with his tongue. John groans into his mouth, even as he struggles to free his hands. Finally, the jacket slides off, and John immediately goes after Rodney, slamming him to the floor.

As Rodney gasps for air, John attacks his nipples, one with his fingers, one with his mouth. Rodney is twisting, trying to shake John off, but John clings as best he can, riding out the bucking of Rodney's hips. Finally, finally, Rodney stops, letting John kiss and suck and bite, twist and pull and pinch, until his nipples are hard and tight, a little swollen from the attention.

When John raises his head to look at Rodney's face, he sees a trickle of blood from his bitten lip, and his eyes are cloudy with desire and anger. John crawls up his body and sucks at Rodney's kiss-swollen lower lip for a long moment.

They're both hard, rocking together, but Rodney is gasping into John's mouth, "Wait, wait, wait..."

It takes everything that John has, but he forces himself to roll to one side, poised to tackle Rodney if he takes off now. But all Rodney does is undo his pants, shoving them down around his thighs, and roll over.

John groans, "Oh, fuck, yeah." His hands are busy at his own belt, fumbling at the buttons of his fly, and then his hard cock is sliding along the crack of Rodney's ass, the head bumping up against the back of his balls.

Rodney shoves himself up on his hands, pushing John up as well, and John reaches over his shoulder to shove two of his fingers into Rodney's mouth. Rodney groans and sucks them in, getting them thoroughly wet before they slide back out.

Then John uses them to force Rodney open, knowing that he's hurting Rodney but unable to bring himself to care. Instead, he's quick about preparing him, getting him as slick as spit will allow.

His cock is dripping wet, and when he pulls his fingers out, he spreads that around as much as he can. Lining up his cock with Rodney's hole, he shoves in.

Skin pulls and stretches painfully, dragging and catching from the lack of prep and slick, but it feels... not good, but necessary in ways that John couldn't even begin to describe.

Rodney's starting to loosen up, to relax around his cock, and John starts to really move, hard, deep strokes that bring Rodney even further up on his knees, rocking them both. John is already panting, trying not to come at the sensation of hot, slick, tightness around his cock.

Dropping his head, Rodney lets out a loud cry and then his channel spasms around John's cock, and he freezes, not ready for it to be over so quickly. Instead, he waits for Rodney's orgasm to finish, and then shoves him flat, hips moving jerkily.

With Rodney's pants only yanked down, not off, it's even tighter than usual, and John is dying for it when he finally can't hold back, not even another second. Slamming his hips forward, he buries his cock deep in Rodney's ass and screams as his orgasm rips through him, tearing him into shreds.

Carefully pulling back, he examines Rodney to make sure he hasn't done any real damage, and then slowly pulls up his own pants. Rodney twists onto his side, leaving his pants down, belly and chest dotted with his own ejaculate. He looks like something out of a porn movie. "Better?"

"Yeah, I think so," John says as he tries to get his breathing back under control. "You?"

"Uh, huh. What's say we try that next time without the fight first?"

John laughs.

Why can't someone write me that?