Title: Kissing when there aren’t words
Rating: Mature/NC-17
Word: 873 words of porn with kisses, pretty much
Notes: Originally posted 2009-04-16, for the mcsmooch community on livejournal, unbetaed
Rodney arched his back into John’s hands and bit his lip not to be so damn loud. It was hard not being loud when John worked him slowly like this, teased him with slow rolls and his hands, holding Rodney tight in the cradle against his hips and thighs. Rodney wanted to curse him out, to tell him to move and harder, but he knew that as soon as he did Sheppard would slow down even more with that smug (evil) grin on his face.
His hair and the shadows splayed out through the room seemed to conspire to create a dark halo around John’s head, drips of sweat at his temples and his teeth white against dark stubble and tanned face. They’d had a good summer so far, none of them had had to stay overnight in the infirmary which was seriously a good thing, especially with John taking every chance possible to hang with the Athosians and plays beach bunny. With a handmade surfboard.
Rodney was lacking in patience tonight, he wanted John deep inside him, hard and heavy against him and feel his hands hold him close as they worked together towards a gray matter endangering kind of orgasm. He snagged his hands in John’s dogtag chain and pulled him down, bit his lip to get John to open up with a moan and sink his tongue into that warm panting mouth. Rodney loved the sounds John made when he was surprised like this, soft happy sounds as his hands glided against Rodney’s flanks to find better purchase and move them for a better position to kiss in.
They’d been turning to each other for sex for a while (four hundred and twenty-three days and six hours, but who was counting) but it’s only been the past four months (one hundred and twenty-seven days) that it’d been like this. They’d kissed earlier as well, Rodney wasn’t one to say no to kisses. Kisses was one of the good things about sex and he wasn’t about to give that up even if all they were was friends-who-occasionally-have-sex. But not these kinds of kisses that made him feel drugged, John’s mouth never feeling wrong against his. Never a kiss too wet, or too much teeth or sloppy tongue-work. No, this was addictive and Rodney could curl up and just kiss John till his lips felt bruised and sore and yet it wouldn’t be enough.
Rodney wrapped the chain in his fingers as he arched up to meet John’s mouth, and John only grinned as Rodney pulled him down with him. John’s hands bracketing Rodney’s head as he arched above him like something that ought to have horns and be spelled like i-n-c-u-b-u-s. John bit Rodney’s lip as he leaned back into Rodney’s legs crossed tightly behind to hold him (close) in place, that unholy smile on John’s face as he grabbed Rodney and pulled out only to come back deep and hard.
Rodney would have smiled at the concentration on John’s face if he could to anything but moan and tilt his head back with his eyes closed to not come just yet. He wanted to enjoy this buzzing feeling in his veins a little longer, the orgasm closer and closer every time John sunk into him. Deep and hard and perfect. He clutched his hand around John’s forearm as he couldn’t stop it anymore and the buzzing turned into that deep orgasm that made his limbs shiver, his legs and toes spasm and his body curl tight like a ball. Only to flop out like something exhausted, content and coasting on endorphins. Looking up at John and the smile on his face would almost have done the trick itself. Rodney could almost feel something deep inside clench at the look of happiness staring right back at him. It’s a good thing John comes back for more kisses, urgent ones as he moves with short jerky movements inside Rodney, because like this Rodney can’t speak. His tongue too busy to say words, while he knows the feeling behind them are as sure as Atlantis, it’d just be embarrassing for both of them. They use chocolate, Ancient doodads and speed upgrades for the ‘jumpers - a language they both can speak. And use in public.
Rodney wraps his hands in John’s hair and twists his hips into John’s thrusts, shudders as John screws his hips and feels impossibly deeper inside him. Kisses him, eats John’s sounds as he’s almost sobbing into Rodney’s breath, and moves his hands to grab John’s ass. His hands doesn’t do much more than touch John, sliding down in between and he can feel the body twitch and curl in against him. The explosive breath against Rodney’s face as John buries his head in Rodney’s shoulder and comes with almost no sound.
They’re wet with sweat, sticky and legs sore from the position they’re in but for now Rodney’s content to lie here and feel John’s chest move against his with each panting breath, lips speaking without sound against the sensitive skin on his throat. Words like kisses into every beat of his pulse, and Rodney knows that this isn’t silence as much as quiet secrets shared between them.
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