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Rating: NC-17 Spoilers: vauge season 2 Word Count: 623 Beta: karera_squid N.B.: Set between The Siege III and The Intruder. Written for chelle's informal neck porn challenge.
It had been a good call. The chips were slightly messy, and John spent most of the evening paying more attention to the way the crumbs gathered on Rodney’s chest as he ate them than to the TV show they were ostensibly watching. Leaning over to brush them away had lead to noticing the way salt from the chips had collected at the corners of Rodney’s mouth, which lead to him leaning in further to lick the salt away. That, in turn, lead to the position he found himself in now, straddling Rodney’s lap, sucking high on his neck, while the other man moaned and babbled obscenely in his ear.
John had his hands firmly planted on Rodney’s shoulders while he applied himself to his lover’s neck, stilling the worst of his squirming. A light nip to the skin just below the patch he’d been suckling at sent Rodney’s hips thrusting upward in reaction, a needy whimper escaping, and John grinned wickedly against Rodney’s neck before grinding downward himself. Shoving denim-clad erection against denim-clad erection, John licked, nipped and sucked his way along Rodney’s neck until he found the pulse point. He laved the spot with his tongue and then set himself to sucking at it in time with his thrusts. The wild beat of Rodney’s pulse under his tongue and Rodney’s uncensored babble in his ear were incredibly arousing, and his thrusts became a full body push, push, push against the other man. His hands now were clutched around Rodney’s broad shoulders, no doubt leaving bruises to complement the already discoloured patch on his neck. John’s whole body tightened, and he gave one last frantic push against Rodney, biting down as he came. The bite must have gone straight to Rodney’s groin, because a second later his body went rigid beneath John and he gave a strangled moan that John knew meant he’d just come, too.
Predictably, Rodney was the first to recover his power of speech. Plucking weakly at the wet spot on the front of his jeans, he said, “I think it’s a good thing I have a washer and drier.” John reached out and traced the large hickey adorning Rodney’s neck. “I think it’s a good thing we’re not supposed to be showing our faces at the SGC for another week.” “I have very fair skin. A week probably won’t be enough to get rid of it.” “Hmm, but hopefully by then I’ll have learned how not to look smug about it. Mustn’t let anyone suspect, after all.” John shifted so that he could place a gentle kiss over the dark purple spot where he’d bitten Rodney. Rodney sighed quietly. “I wish we could let them suspect.” John snuggled in closer, placing another kiss on the bruise and resting his head on Rodney’s shoulder. “Yeah... me, too. Me, too.”
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