asdlsdfkljdfkj!!!!!

[aesc]

Preview shot of very crucial Rodney-related sartorial developments. Spoilers for 4.09 "Miller's Crossing" with INFINITE KEYBOARD OBLITERATING THANKS thanks to dogeared for providing.




HOODIE!!!!!! MY GLEE CANNOT BE SEXUALLY TEXTUALLY RENDERED.

And, in the hoodie spirit:



Also, how awesome was "The Seer"? Very awesome, I say.

.eta: You knew it had to happen: sartorial development-related porn with the snap-snap-snap by girly_curl_3 (3 parts!!! READ ET) and some aesc/siriaeve porny commentswap starting here, and still going as of 4:14EST :D

Comments

[siria]

Pulling it out slowly, tongue flickering over the pad of his finger...

[aesc.livejournal.com]

And Rodney gasps something, incoherent, and pulls John in with shaking hands to kiss him and breathe in the scent of the two of them...

[siria]

John nipping at Rodney's lower lip and saying my turn to wear it tomorrow and you taste so good and I'll smell it on me all day...

[aesc.livejournal.com]

and Rodney hitching helplessly against him, nodding even as he tries to persuade John into another kiss and work unsteady fingers around his neck...

[siria]

John feeling Rodney's fingertips like ten points of heat against his skin, hot and smooth, stroking restlessly over skin that feels just as hot from sheer contact; John moans into his mouth.

[aesc.livejournal.com]

"You haven't come yet," Rodney mutters, shifting, and when Rodney's thigh (solid, strong, oh god) presses up, into, against him, John shudders hard.

[siria]

Presses back, rocks into all of Rodney's strength, the immovable force of him and pants "Want, want your hand, god, Rodney..."

[aesc.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, yeah," Rodney tells the swift pulse in John's neck, reaches for John's BDUs, snap and zip, enough room not to pull him out, but for Rodney to snake his hand inside.

[siria]

His grip hot and tight, the calluses on his palms just enough sweet friction to make John grunt; the stroke of Rodney's thumb over the head of his cock shockingly intimate.

[aesc.livejournal.com]

He twists his hips hard, tries to climb up into Rodney, clawing up into folds of soft cotton damp from the sweat of Rodney's neck, holds on, holds on, holds on...

[siria]

Rodney's free arm wrapping tight around his back, holding him close while he kisses him fiercely, bites at his jawline and licks at the rasp of his stubble; Rodney holds him just as tight and urges him closer, says yeah, yeah, like that...

[aesc.livejournal.com]

John gives up and goes with it, breathing harsh and half-suffocating in the thick, damp air of Rodney's neck, and comes and comes, shaking and still wanting it, almost...

[siria]

And Rodney says "Yeah, that's it, John," kisses him once, closed-mouthed and almost chaste, hand still working and pulling every last shudder he can from John's body. John's body is a bright mass of pleasure, a spark that Rodney's lit up, and he whimpers when Rodney's hand moves away.

[aesc.livejournal.com]

"Nice," Rodney mutters, sticky fingers tracing over John's face, that crooked, disbelieving smile on his lips as he touches John's cheekbones, his temples, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

[siria]

"Y'pretty nice y'self," John says, words slurring and humming with pleasure. He knows the answering smile on his face has to be too open, too bright, but he doesn't care; he works one hand down between the tight press of their bodies to cup Rodney's cock through his BDU's. "Ver' nice."

[aesc.livejournal.com]

Rodney shivers and his fingers are unsteady, suddenly. "Maybe, um, we should sit down before we fall down?" he asks. "And also, I know you're very... um, attached to it, but do you think I could take this off?" He nods at his stained, disheveled hoodie. "It's the, um, the potential staining."

[siria]

"Mmm," John says, tugging Rodney gently backwards towards the bed, steering him by the hoodie's strings. "We could do that. Don't want it to stain." He pushes the hoodie off Rodney's shoulders, letting it fall to the floor before he gets Rodney onto the bed and straddles his legs. "I want you to be able to wear it tomorrow."

[aesc.livejournal.com]

"You're very strange," Rodney tells him, but he rubs wicked circles over the hitch of John's hips anyway.

[siria]

"I prefer the term special," John says, pushing Rodney's t-shirt up so that he can rub at the soft skin there, bend over and nuzzle gently at the thin trail of hair that leads downwards from Rodney's belly button. "Gifted." He loves how that makes Rodney's hips jerk upwards, and he nips gently at the jut of bone there. John looks back up the length of Rodney's body and grins. "Coulda been Mensa."

[aesc.livejournal.com]

Rodney moans at that, eyes falling shut, and John grins, licking over new-bitten skin. "Special works," Rodney sighs, moving restlessly under John's body. "Really, really special."

[siria]

"I'm glad we agree," John says mildly. He brushes his knuckles over the bulge at the front of Rodney's trousers, presses a little bit harder when that gets him a moan, then unbuttons them slowly, deliberately clumsy, teasing Rodney with the promise of his touch.

[aesc.livejournal.com]

A whine spikes high in Rodney's throat as he stares down at John staring up at him. His eyes are dark, dark, dark, only a ring of palest blue around the pupils, deep and hungry and distracting, like space, so John almost stops working altogether, just to look.

[siria]

But just looking won't get him what he wants; so he turns his attention back, traces a circle around Rodney's navel with the tip of his tongue while he works Rodney's pants and boxers down to tangle around his thighs. Rodney is achingly hard already, cock lying stiff against his belly, and John leans forward to press an almost chaste kiss to the head.

[aesc.livejournal.com]

"Please, no teasing," Rodney whimpers, pushing awkwardly at John's side with his foot. "Really, please."

[siria]

John shrugs, seeming nonchalant and says "Okay" before he swallows Rodney down in one swift motion. The head of Rodney's cock brushes against the back of his throat, and it's a little hard to breathe, a little hard to hear over the rush and roar of blood in his ears; but John can still hear Rodney's breathless little whimpers, feel the restless jerking of his hips, and it's glorious.