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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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[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.