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Rating: NC-17 Spoilers: vauge season 2 Word Count: 1442 Beta: Queen B (moviedrone) N.B.: For Reedfem because when I bitched about not being able to participate in the MultiFandom Kink and Cliche Challege thanks to an inconvienent deadline, she suggested I pick one I liked and write it for her right away. I chose sex in front of a mirror. The boys have a hard time shutting up, so it's chattier than I'd originally envisioned. The (somewhat ironic given the boys' chattiness) title is gleaned from a quotation of St. Jerome : "The face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart."
When he got no answer, Rodney decided to go into the bathroom to check on John. What he found was John still only clad in a towel, standing in front of the mirror, staring in horror at his reflection and poking at his hair.
John met his eyes in the mirror and said, “It’s grey.” “What?” “I have grey hairs, Rodney.” “I’m sorry. This is your problem? You’re risking being late for team day at the beach, risking being caught coming out of my quarters this morning instead of your own because you found a grey hair?” “Hairs, plural, and you should be sorry: you probably gave them to me.” Rodney snorted, failing utterly to be contrite. “At least you still have all of your hair. And I bet that by the time you have nothing left but grey hairs you’ll still have a full head of them.” He stepped up behind John and wrapped his arms around the other man’s waist, letting his chin rest on John’s shoulder. “Of course, by then I will have no hair left at all.” John’s eyebrows went up and he very earnestly said, “It’s the testosterone. Causes hair loss.” “Does that mean I’m more manly than you?” “I don’t know about that.” Rodney pressed himself closer to John’s back and nuzzled his jaw line. “Maybe I should prove it to you?” “I thought you were worried about being late.” John wiggled his ass back against the erection that was beginning to tent the front of Rodney’s pants. “I was worried about being late because you were freaking out over something as inconsequential as grey hair.” Rodney grabbed the top of John’s towel and tugged it loose. “For something as important as this, though, I’m happy to be late.” He finished pulling the towel away from John’s body and let it drop to the floor. In the mirror, he could see the way John’s pupils were dilated and see, as well as feel, John’s breath beginning to hitch with arousal. “And what do we tell the others about why we’re late?” John still had the ability to employ his eyebrows in communication, and Rodney nipped at his shoulder, pleased to see both of John’s eyebrows leap involuntarily, obliterating the question being posed by the single raised brow. “Blame me.” Rodney placed a gentle kiss on the spot he’d just nipped. “Say that you swung by to pick me up for breakfast, but I was working on something, and you practically had to drag me bodily from my computer in the end. Works for if someone catches us leaving together, too.” He slid his arms more firmly around John, sliding his hands up the other man’s chest and then down to fondle his dick, grinding his own cloth covered erection against John’s bare ass. “No one will think to question an excuse that involves me being the workaholic who doesn’t want to take a day off, and you the concerned team leader sternly making me take a break for my own good.” John’s body arched in his arms, and he gasped a little as he attempted to simultaneously push upward into Rodney’s hand and back against him. “Ronon will probably be able to smell you on me. You know how he is,” he gasped out and tilted his head back, seeking out Rodney’s lips with his own. “Yes,” said Rodney, meeting John’s questing lips briefly, “and I know that Ronon knows how to keep his mouth shut. He’ll just smirk that smirk I swear he learned from you.” He kissed John again. “Besides, I kind of like having someone know that you’re mine.” “Is this part of that manly thing?” “Mmm, what?” He let go of John’s cock, bringing his hand back to work at getting his pants open. John whimpered at the loss of contact, and Rodney couldn’t help but smile. “This possessive, marking thing.” “No doubt. That and I never really learned how to share as a child.” This made John laugh merrily, if a little breathlessly, and Rodney kissed his curving lips again.
“How fast can we go here?” Muscles flexing and relaxing as he shifted more of his weight onto his hands, John groaned. “Oh fuck. Fast as you want, Rodney. Quit teasing already.” Even though he just wanted to shove his cock into the perfect ass displayed before him, Rodney lubed up his fingers and pushed two in, scissoring them a bit just to be safe. Satisfied that he wouldn’t hurt John, he finished shoving his pants down, slathered lube over his cock and stepped into position. “You know, this would be easier if your legs were longer.” “Rodney.” “Up on your toes for a moment.” Rodney patted John’s hip with one hand, ignoring John’s exasperation, and used the other to guide his cock to John’s entrance once the man did as he was told. In the mirror, he could see John’s face go weirdly slack as he penetrated him, as well as the answering expression on his own face. “Oh, that is good.” John dropped back down on his heels, pushing down as Rodney thrust up, and they both gasped as Rodney slammed home. Leaning forward, Rodney pressed his chest up against John’s back. The other man’s longer torso meant that he had to stretch his neck to rest his chin on John’s shoulder, but it was enough: when John lifted his head, their faces were almost side by side in the mirror’s reflection. “Look at that,” said Rodney, breathless from arousal and the awkward position, his hips rolling in little, continuous thrusts. “We are so beautiful together.” Rodney held John’s gaze in the mirror until John said, “Fuck, yes,” and pushed them both more upright so that he could crane his neck around and capture Rodney’s lips in a fierce kiss. When he pulled away, John said, “Now, will you please fuck me already,” and punctuated the demand by clenching himself around Rodney’s dick. With what was decidedly not a squeak, Rodney shoved John back down to brace against the sink and, grabbing his narrow hips, began to thrust in earnest.
As he neared his own climax, Rodney reached around to grasp John’s cock. There was just enough lube left to ease the slide of his hand over the engorged flesh, and within a few practiced strokes John was coming. The pulsing of his lover’s body around him was all Rodney needed and he came hard, the galaxy narrowing to just the sound of blood rushing in his ears and the beatific expression on John’s face.
They sat there kissing languidly until John pulled away to rest his forehead against Rodney’s. “Guess we should get moving, huh?” Rodney reached up to finger the few grey hairs at John’s temple and then cup his face with one hand, leaning up for another brief kiss. “In just a bit, hmm?” “Yeah, okay,” John said, kissing him again, and in that moment, Rodney didn’t worry about anything, including what the other half of their team would think about their lateness.
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