Hot As Hell, by Maribou (NC-17)
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sga_flashficTitle: Hot As Hell
Author: Maribou
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: ~1300
Summary: A shocking confession leads to a blasphemous John and a very red-faced Rodney.
Warning: Particularly perverse and entirely lacking in plot!
A/N: Allblame credit goes to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stop and starry_midnight for this brilliantly porntastic idea and to _mausi, beingothrwrldly, crimsonclad and quettaser for further enabling me. Thanks to kissingchaos9 for the beta and the assurances that although I am a total pervert, I am loved in spite of it. I don't really know what else to say about this one. Usually I write comedy and fluff, but sometimes I write dirty, dirty porn. The devil made me do it?
Hot As Hell
There was something about being naked in bed with John that always led Rodney to confess things that he knew would leave him twisting in the wind. First it had been I want you to fuck me and then later, I love you. And now this. He was never going to live this one down.
"You--" John boggled. "No words, Rodney. No words."
Rodney looked at him carefully, trying to tell if John was horrified or just plain confused.
"How did you--" John tried again. "I mean. Huh." His eyes narrowed wickedly and a slow, dirty smile spread across his face. "Prove it."
"What? I can't!" Rodney sputtered. John looked triumphant. "But I could, then," he clarified. "I was fourteen and much more flexible. I didn't know you couldn't do them to yourself," he explained, a growing note of pride coloring his voice. He lifted his chin. "So I did."
And he had, hadn't he? Rodney McKay had made a career of the impossible and the improbable and he did love to prove everyone wrong. Why should his sexual history be any different? He could see that John believed him in the way his eyes crinkled as he leaned down and slowly licked his way around the tip of Rodney's cock. John sucked Rodney until he was groaning and pushing up into his mouth, and then he pulled back.
"You did, didn't you," John's voice was dark and husky. He pinched Rodney on the thigh. "And I bet you loved it. There's nothing you like better than getting sucked, is there?"
Rodney shook his head. John leaned forward and blew gentle puffs of air across Rodney's wet cock as he used his thumbs to massage deep into the grooves between thigh and belly.
"God!" Rodney bucked. Now it was John's turn to shake his head, that evil bastard.
"Is there?" he repeated.
"Yes," Rodney gasped. "I mean, no!" John's eyes lit up and Rodney continued. "There's nothing I love more than a hot, wet mouth on my dick," he said, "coming in a hot, hot mouth on my dick. My hot dick!" There, that was dirty, wasn't it? John's eyes looked black and beckoning.
"Show me," he said. Rodney was happy to oblige. He reached for John and tenderly gripped his face to guide him closer.
"No," John resisted, firmly. "Show me. Show me how."
"What, now?" Rodney sat up. John just gave him that look, that dark, sweet molasses look that made his cock hard and his will as soft as a taffy-pull. Then John kissed him with deep, slow licks and fingers pinching his nipples until he was so damn hard he could barely breathe. "Yes," Rodney said, "Okay," and blindly made his way off the bed.
Rodney stumbled to the couch and tipped himself backwards over the edge, until he was upside down with his ass in the air and head wedged partway between the cushions, his knees bent and hanging somewhere in the vicinity of his ears. He could see his cock, bright and full and definitely in his face. He could also see his gut, bunched up and suffocating. Rolls, he thought. I have rolls and John cannot see my rolls. He squeezed his eyes shut. I cannot see my rolls.
"I was like this," Rodney said, choked, sure he was going to paralyze himself via spinal compression or perhaps mortal embarrassment, but there was John in front of him, and John's hands hooked under his hips, taking the brunt of his weight, and John's mouth, wet on the backs of his thighs.
"I like you like this," John ran his tongue down the inside of Rodney's right thigh and across the darker skin of his sack. He mouthed Rodney's balls and licked up and down the underside (upside now? Rodney wondered,) of his cock. Rodney shook and the rough scrapple of the sofa cushions scraped across his back.
"And then what,” John breathed. “Did you lick yourself?”
“Oh,” Rodney gasped. “The tip,” he said. “I got the tip in my mouth, and—Oh!” John was demonstrating for him, lightly sucking the head of Rodney’s cock between his lips with a practiced swirl of the tongue before releasing him again.
“I bet you could fit more,” John’s voice was deceptively soft. He stroked the length of Rodney’s cock and tugged him back towards his mouth.
“Yes,” Rodney answered breathlessly. “In fact, the angle was such that I was able—Uunnh!” He felt himself slide effortlessly and completely into John’s perfect, hot mouth. John held him still and blew him ruthlessly until Rodney was right on the edge, and then he pulled back once more. When John spoke, he sounded ragged and hoarse.
“Christ, Rodney, you’re so fucking hot,” he said and pressed his body closer, until his cock dragged across Rodney's face. “You don’t even know how good it feels to suck you off, how much I want you—“
"Fuck yes," Rodney managed. He grabbed John and ground into him, loving the feel of John's cock smacking against his cheeks and nose before he pulled him into his mouth for a good, hard face fucking. John obliged, working his hips back and forth, nice and slow over Rodney's greedy tongue.
"You like that, too" John was jubilant. "Yeah, Rodney, fuck you like your mouth full, you cockhungry little," John shuddered and bent down, looming, and jammed his tongue into Rodney's ass.
Rodney jerked and hummed and thought he would go out of his mind from so much pleasure: John working his ass in time with his mouth and tasting each other and his own cock so hard and heavy and neglected, bobbing roughly and hitting John's slippery-wet, bristly chin with every thrust Rodney took. And God, did he love it.
Rodney reached blindly and tugged on John's balls, heavy and hot in his hands and against his nose. His jaw was aching now and he didn't even want to think about his neck, couldn't think at all because John had him inside out and upside down, thrashing against him.
He wanted to scream it felt so good, but John's cock was stroking his tongue and prodding his palate and the inside of his cheeks and so instead he writhed and moaned around the flesh pounding his mouth and spurted heavy and thick all over his own face and hair and John's belly.
"Fuck!" John yelled as he pulled back and came hard, spattering Rodney, groaning. "Oh God," he said, and collapsed on top of him. Rodney grunted something like agreement and slowly tipped over on his side, sticky and sated.
They lay like that for a few minutes, just breathing, too spent to move. John shifted and pulled Rodney against him so that they were both stretched out along the couch.
"What we need," John nuzzled the hair on the come-free top of Rodney's head, "is a nice, soft blanket."
"What we need," Rodney snorted, "is a shower." John hummed in amusement and covered Rodney with light little kisses across his forehead.
"Seriously," Rodney tired to look stern but failed miserably. "Do you--" he paused, and fixed John with a worried, pleading look. "You don't think I'm gross? For, you know?"
John traced the side of Rodney's face, stopping to wipe a daub of white from his eyebrow.
"I think," John whispered as he dropped a kiss on the tip of Rodney's flushed nose, "that you are disgusting and beautiful and mine." Rodney grinned.
"You're jealous, aren't you?"
"Damn right," John agreed.
"And you love me."
"And I love you."
(fin)
Author: Maribou
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: ~1300
Summary: A shocking confession leads to a blasphemous John and a very red-faced Rodney.
Warning: Particularly perverse and entirely lacking in plot!
A/N: All
stop and starry_midnight for this brilliantly porntastic idea and to _mausi, beingothrwrldly, crimsonclad and quettaser for further enabling me. Thanks to kissingchaos9 for the beta and the assurances that although I am a total pervert, I am loved in spite of it. I don't really know what else to say about this one. Usually I write comedy and fluff, but sometimes I write dirty, dirty porn. The devil made me do it?Hot As Hell
There was something about being naked in bed with John that always led Rodney to confess things that he knew would leave him twisting in the wind. First it had been I want you to fuck me and then later, I love you. And now this. He was never going to live this one down.
"You--" John boggled. "No words, Rodney. No words."
Rodney looked at him carefully, trying to tell if John was horrified or just plain confused.
"How did you--" John tried again. "I mean. Huh." His eyes narrowed wickedly and a slow, dirty smile spread across his face. "Prove it."
"What? I can't!" Rodney sputtered. John looked triumphant. "But I could, then," he clarified. "I was fourteen and much more flexible. I didn't know you couldn't do them to yourself," he explained, a growing note of pride coloring his voice. He lifted his chin. "So I did."
And he had, hadn't he? Rodney McKay had made a career of the impossible and the improbable and he did love to prove everyone wrong. Why should his sexual history be any different? He could see that John believed him in the way his eyes crinkled as he leaned down and slowly licked his way around the tip of Rodney's cock. John sucked Rodney until he was groaning and pushing up into his mouth, and then he pulled back.
"You did, didn't you," John's voice was dark and husky. He pinched Rodney on the thigh. "And I bet you loved it. There's nothing you like better than getting sucked, is there?"
Rodney shook his head. John leaned forward and blew gentle puffs of air across Rodney's wet cock as he used his thumbs to massage deep into the grooves between thigh and belly.
"God!" Rodney bucked. Now it was John's turn to shake his head, that evil bastard.
"Is there?" he repeated.
"Yes," Rodney gasped. "I mean, no!" John's eyes lit up and Rodney continued. "There's nothing I love more than a hot, wet mouth on my dick," he said, "coming in a hot, hot mouth on my dick. My hot dick!" There, that was dirty, wasn't it? John's eyes looked black and beckoning.
"Show me," he said. Rodney was happy to oblige. He reached for John and tenderly gripped his face to guide him closer.
"No," John resisted, firmly. "Show me. Show me how."
"What, now?" Rodney sat up. John just gave him that look, that dark, sweet molasses look that made his cock hard and his will as soft as a taffy-pull. Then John kissed him with deep, slow licks and fingers pinching his nipples until he was so damn hard he could barely breathe. "Yes," Rodney said, "Okay," and blindly made his way off the bed.
Rodney stumbled to the couch and tipped himself backwards over the edge, until he was upside down with his ass in the air and head wedged partway between the cushions, his knees bent and hanging somewhere in the vicinity of his ears. He could see his cock, bright and full and definitely in his face. He could also see his gut, bunched up and suffocating. Rolls, he thought. I have rolls and John cannot see my rolls. He squeezed his eyes shut. I cannot see my rolls.
"I was like this," Rodney said, choked, sure he was going to paralyze himself via spinal compression or perhaps mortal embarrassment, but there was John in front of him, and John's hands hooked under his hips, taking the brunt of his weight, and John's mouth, wet on the backs of his thighs.
"I like you like this," John ran his tongue down the inside of Rodney's right thigh and across the darker skin of his sack. He mouthed Rodney's balls and licked up and down the underside (upside now? Rodney wondered,) of his cock. Rodney shook and the rough scrapple of the sofa cushions scraped across his back.
"And then what,” John breathed. “Did you lick yourself?”
“Oh,” Rodney gasped. “The tip,” he said. “I got the tip in my mouth, and—Oh!” John was demonstrating for him, lightly sucking the head of Rodney’s cock between his lips with a practiced swirl of the tongue before releasing him again.
“I bet you could fit more,” John’s voice was deceptively soft. He stroked the length of Rodney’s cock and tugged him back towards his mouth.
“Yes,” Rodney answered breathlessly. “In fact, the angle was such that I was able—Uunnh!” He felt himself slide effortlessly and completely into John’s perfect, hot mouth. John held him still and blew him ruthlessly until Rodney was right on the edge, and then he pulled back once more. When John spoke, he sounded ragged and hoarse.
“Christ, Rodney, you’re so fucking hot,” he said and pressed his body closer, until his cock dragged across Rodney's face. “You don’t even know how good it feels to suck you off, how much I want you—“
"Fuck yes," Rodney managed. He grabbed John and ground into him, loving the feel of John's cock smacking against his cheeks and nose before he pulled him into his mouth for a good, hard face fucking. John obliged, working his hips back and forth, nice and slow over Rodney's greedy tongue.
"You like that, too" John was jubilant. "Yeah, Rodney, fuck you like your mouth full, you cockhungry little," John shuddered and bent down, looming, and jammed his tongue into Rodney's ass.
Rodney jerked and hummed and thought he would go out of his mind from so much pleasure: John working his ass in time with his mouth and tasting each other and his own cock so hard and heavy and neglected, bobbing roughly and hitting John's slippery-wet, bristly chin with every thrust Rodney took. And God, did he love it.
Rodney reached blindly and tugged on John's balls, heavy and hot in his hands and against his nose. His jaw was aching now and he didn't even want to think about his neck, couldn't think at all because John had him inside out and upside down, thrashing against him.
He wanted to scream it felt so good, but John's cock was stroking his tongue and prodding his palate and the inside of his cheeks and so instead he writhed and moaned around the flesh pounding his mouth and spurted heavy and thick all over his own face and hair and John's belly.
"Fuck!" John yelled as he pulled back and came hard, spattering Rodney, groaning. "Oh God," he said, and collapsed on top of him. Rodney grunted something like agreement and slowly tipped over on his side, sticky and sated.
They lay like that for a few minutes, just breathing, too spent to move. John shifted and pulled Rodney against him so that they were both stretched out along the couch.
"What we need," John nuzzled the hair on the come-free top of Rodney's head, "is a nice, soft blanket."
"What we need," Rodney snorted, "is a shower." John hummed in amusement and covered Rodney with light little kisses across his forehead.
"Seriously," Rodney tired to look stern but failed miserably. "Do you--" he paused, and fixed John with a worried, pleading look. "You don't think I'm gross? For, you know?"
John traced the side of Rodney's face, stopping to wipe a daub of white from his eyebrow.
"I think," John whispered as he dropped a kiss on the tip of Rodney's flushed nose, "that you are disgusting and beautiful and mine." Rodney grinned.
"You're jealous, aren't you?"
"Damn right," John agreed.
"And you love me."
"And I love you."
(fin)
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Date: 2006-03-25 03:55 am (UTC)Anyway, didn't I comment on this in the email? Probably not as I am being terribly neglectful.
I love it, because I am a pervy whore.
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Date: 2006-03-27 04:18 am (UTC)*giggles*
Date: 2006-03-25 10:46 pm (UTC)Erm. Yeah. TMI. ;)
I'm thrilled that you're the reason this fic came into being. *VBG* You rock as a muse, hon.
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Date: 2006-03-25 04:45 pm (UTC)Thanks for the feedback. :)
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Date: 2006-03-25 07:54 am (UTC)cute.
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Date: 2006-03-25 04:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-03-25 06:23 pm (UTC)"I think," John whispered as he dropped a kiss on the tip of Rodney's flushed nose, "that you are disgusting and beautiful and mine."
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Date: 2006-03-26 02:09 am (UTC)HAH!
Date: 2006-03-25 10:43 pm (UTC)Hee, poor Rodney's back. Aw hell, like he even felt it twinging, hrm? Hee. bet being with John's made him a whole helluva lot more limber anyway.
*drools copiously*
This was so dirty and wonderful. Thank you so much for sharing!
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Re: HAH!
Date: 2006-03-26 02:11 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-26 02:21 am (UTC)Yes, Rodney is probably intelligent enough that he would figure out a way to make himself flexible enough to suck his own cock.
John, is probably kinky enough to get off on that.
I LOVE the last four lines of this! Just perfect.
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Date: 2006-03-26 02:26 am (UTC)Also, I'm very glad to hear your opinion on the ending. I wondered if it worked or not, and I'm happy to know that someone other than me likes it, too.
Thanks for the feedback!
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Date: 2006-03-26 02:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-26 03:07 am (UTC)"See Filch felch. Felch, Filch, felch!"
Yeah. I'm officially going to special hell now. *sigh*
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Date: 2006-03-26 10:00 am (UTC)But it did make me think about poor cousin Walter from Clerks.
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Date: 2006-04-01 04:17 am (UTC)Thanks for the comment - I'm glad you found it both adorable and hot. My plan was a success. Mwahaha!
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Date: 2006-04-01 06:49 am (UTC)Don't worry about not having seen Clerks yet. I have a friend who refuses to watch it because she can't understand why it was filmed in black and white.
Yay plan!
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