Contrast (R)
Title: Contrast
Author: gottalovev
Rating: R
Warnings: none
Spoilers: none
Word Count: 267
Summary: Rodney slips; John pounces.
He's fully clothed, they're BOTH fully clothed, but Rodney's one hundred percent sure that this is the hottest sex he's ever had. It's ironic on so many levels, though, since John's pinning him down on the ground that's covered with packed snow, pristine, cold as hell and so very white. The pale sun of HUY-976 makes everything glitter like diamonds, which hurts Rodney's eyes, and John's black parka had been the only safe thing to look at. It was an excuse to stare at John that Rodney had gladly taken, but he'd slipped and failed to hide his longing.
The thing is that John had noticed, and far from reacting badly as Rodney had always feared, he had pounced, right there and then. Rodney had fallen backward, John on top, all of his breath gone with a 'oof', and he has a hard time getting it back now that John is grinding down on him, slow and methodical. The feeling of John's hard cock against his is sending bolts of pleasure that flare so bright in Rodney's nervous system that they're serious rivals for their surroundings. John's whispering in his ear, too, promises of all the things he wants to do Rodney, of everything he's thought about for years when jerking off, and it's so fucking hot that Rodney doesn't even complain about the snow melting against his neck and how John’s fingers are like icicles, sneaking under his shirt.
Rodney gently grabs John's head with both hands and silences him with a forceful kiss, one that's saying over and over again: yes, yes, everything you want.
Author: gottalovev
Rating: R
Warnings: none
Spoilers: none
Word Count: 267
Summary: Rodney slips; John pounces.
He's fully clothed, they're BOTH fully clothed, but Rodney's one hundred percent sure that this is the hottest sex he's ever had. It's ironic on so many levels, though, since John's pinning him down on the ground that's covered with packed snow, pristine, cold as hell and so very white. The pale sun of HUY-976 makes everything glitter like diamonds, which hurts Rodney's eyes, and John's black parka had been the only safe thing to look at. It was an excuse to stare at John that Rodney had gladly taken, but he'd slipped and failed to hide his longing.
The thing is that John had noticed, and far from reacting badly as Rodney had always feared, he had pounced, right there and then. Rodney had fallen backward, John on top, all of his breath gone with a 'oof', and he has a hard time getting it back now that John is grinding down on him, slow and methodical. The feeling of John's hard cock against his is sending bolts of pleasure that flare so bright in Rodney's nervous system that they're serious rivals for their surroundings. John's whispering in his ear, too, promises of all the things he wants to do Rodney, of everything he's thought about for years when jerking off, and it's so fucking hot that Rodney doesn't even complain about the snow melting against his neck and how John’s fingers are like icicles, sneaking under his shirt.
Rodney gently grabs John's head with both hands and silences him with a forceful kiss, one that's saying over and over again: yes, yes, everything you want.