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[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

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[girly-curl-3.livejournal.com]

Before he tells his brain to shut up, Rodney takes a moment to hope John will pull off before too long so he can come with John's dick inside him. And then he stops thinking about it because it's been a long night; parts of his ass are still numb from sitting on those stupid stools they keep in the lab and John is doing that fluttery thing with his tongue and even while he's thrusting his hips, pushing hard into John's willing mouth, Rodney pleads, "John".

John gets it, he really does, and while he'd love to finish Rodney off right here, suck him long and hard and maybe push a spit-slick finger in his ass, he knows he started this thing with the snap-snap-snap. He rises, pulling up Rodney's t-shirt, finally getting his lips on one of those nipples, stripping him as he clumsily pulls them to the bed.

They get naked; it's not elegant but it's fast, and that's what counts. John does his best to hold Rodney down as he fishes for the lube. It's not much of a struggle – Rodney wants this, is happy to let John keep sucking his dick and get three fingers deep, and only pushes on the back of John's head a little bit.

The snap-front hoodie is gone but not forgotten – John wishes it was still tied up around Rodney's arms because he's being grabby and John wants to call the shots. He pulls up, crawling up Rodney's body, grabbing one wrist and pushing it to the pillow above Rodney's head.

John gives Rodney a look, one he's all too happy to interpret, and leaves his hands above his head, stuck there whether John's tied them or not. He won't move his arms but all the same, he feels freer for it. John snap-snap-snapped him and he's got no choice anymore but to lay there and take it. Be taken.

And that's what John does. Pulls his fingers free, puts Rodney's arms up, slicks his dick. He stops a second, slows his hand, and looks at Rodney McKay splayed out for him. His eyes have gone black and he's got one knee up; for all he's playing the passive part tonight, his chest is still heaving like he's the one been doing all the work. He's never looked more beautiful.

John keeps his eyes on Rodney's, uses one hand to rub his cock up and down the crease of Rodney's ass. Tells him without words, You're mine. Rodney's breath hitches when John stops, pausing with the head of his dick poised right against his hole. John's eyes are dark and intense with possessiveness and Rodney can't look away, can't even close his eyes as John pushes in.

The stretch and burn are sweet, always the same no matter how many times they've done this, and Rodney groans as John fills him up. He wants to grab John, wrap his hands around his sweet ass and make him move, but he doesn't. Leaves his hands where they are and instead makes a little noise in the back of his throat and twitches his hips.

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John snap-snap-snapped him and he's got no choice anymore but to lay there and take it. Be taken.

*very soft helpless noises* ohhhh my God, that is so... so very indescribably hot. Pls. pls. pls. more, I beg of youuuu.

[girly-curl-3.livejournal.com]

John smiles a little, because Rodney's still Rodney, no matter what they're doing, and he may not actually be grabbing John and pulling him closer, pulling him in, but he might as well be. The smile's replaced by a deep breath when Rodney clenches around him, and John pushes in hard to remind him who's doing what here. Rodney's mouth falls open silently, fists clasping air and John pushes in again, again, again.

John's fucking him good and hard and Rodney fucks him back as best he can without clutching John to him like he needs. He may be petty and arrogant but he can take an order when he wants, and so his hands stay where John put them.

John's on one elbow above him, nose buried in Rodney's neck and his free hand rolling a nipple almost casually. Rodney whines, wanting something, wanting more. John sees it, kneels up, hitching Rodney's hips higher and fucks him impossibly harder. With each thrust, Rodney's being shuffled a little farther up the bed, his fingers stretching out to press against the wall.

"God, John," he moans, eyes finally falling shut, "please." John wasn't a MENSA candidate for nothing, and he grabs Rodney's dick, stripping it roughly and driving into Rodney's heat slow and hard.

"Come on, Rodney…let me see you," he pants. God, it's hot and hard and good and he really needs Rodney to come now so he can let himself go. There's another little whine, a hitch in Rodney's breath and then he is coming, with a wordless groan and his whole body arching and clenching so hard John can hardly hold on.

When he finally falls boneless to the bed, Rodney looks up at him glassy-eyed and just says, "nngh." John takes that for the signal it is, falling to both elbows and driving into Rodney as fast and hard as he can. He comes quickly, lips wrapped around that perfect mouthful of neck again. With a sigh he relaxes, his full weight pressing Rodney to the mattress and he snakes his hands up Rodney's arms to where his fingers are curled into his palms.

These few moments, the "afterglow" if you want to be a girl about it, Rodney loves almost as much as the orgasm itself. His brain's offline for a while and John's a bony sweet-smelling heap above him and the ligament where thigh meets groin is starting to ache and there's no place else he'd rather be. He dozes and briefly thinks maybe he ought to start wearing the snap-front hoodie a little more often.

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He comes quickly, lips wrapped around that perfect mouthful of neck again.

*dolphin sounds of fangirl joy*

Mmmmmmmmmph, oh my God. I don't think I'll be able to look at a hoodie (any hoodie, but especially a grey one) without going asdldkjldfjlkjf again. What a hot, perfect read for a Saturday that's just gotten grey and drizzly and blech.

*curls up in front of nice toasty fic*

[girly-curl-3.livejournal.com]

*dolphin sounds of fangirl joy* I couldn't ask for better praise, thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed. Also, that perfect mouthful? My #1 favorite spot on anybody's body. Yum.

I am surprised at how inspired I was by the hoodie. So thank you for posting the pic.

[aesc.livejournal.com]

I am surprised at how inspired I was by the hoodie.

Who knew??? :D Hmmm... hoodie fetish!

And you're so welcome! I love it when people squee and get silly over things I squee and get silly about :D

[jb_slasher]

Oh my, my, just... nngh as Rodney so elegantly put it ♥

[girly-curl-3.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[the-oscar-cat.livejournal.com]

superb!

[girly-curl-3.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

Check out the icon someone made for me.

[the-oscar-cat.livejournal.com]

officially made from finely honed WIN. :D