I porned too.
So it's Blowtober, and calcitrix made this (vvery, very NSFW, guh) and... inspiration.
So I wrote this because, well, yeah. It's a porn-for-all! Evan/David, 397 words. Porn, in case I haven't mentioned it. :)
Shit goes wrong so often here that it should be the motto for the entire fucking galaxy. It was supposed to be just another mission, another easy one, and Evan closes his eyes as he remembers what had been easy about it - easy to step through the Gate, easy to walk to the village, easy to recognize that shit was about to go to hell in a handbasket. Hard, though, hard to watch the village elder give a signal, hard to watch the nearest soldier leap out and grab David, hard to struggle helplessly against his own captor as David fought and scratched and bit less than ten feet away.
Hard to remember, exactly how they’d gotten from there to here, because he’d thrown his head back into the face behind him in an attempt to get free, and his vision had gone fuzzy at the edges. All he knows is that they’re back in Atlantis, they’re out of the infirmary, and he’s shaking like he’s frozen through, like he’ll never be warm again. David’s got him by the hand and they’re still in the corridor but Evan doesn’t care, has to reach out and touch, because David had been attacked and Evan hadn’t been able to get to him, and, and, and.
They’re at David quarters, suddenly, and Evan’s glad, because it means that he can push David inside, pull at his clothing, feel for himself that he’s okay, that this isn’t some nightmare where David’s going to melt away from him. David’s tugging at Evan’s clothing just as frantically, and both of them have their hands everywhere, as if they’re reconciling skin they knew before with bruises there now.
Evan needs it, suddenly, needs to know and feel and believe that David is okay, more than he’s maybe needed anything in his life. He pushes David down to the bed and crawls after him. David is kneeling and Evan is shaking, still, as he crawls up the length of the bed to settle between David’s thighs, and then it’s all sucking and licking and his hand just above David’s knee, and David’s hand on the back of his neck and the little moans and gasps David’s making above him, and by the time the moans are giving way to David chanting his name over and over and coming down Evan’s throat, Evan has stopped trembling.
So I wrote this because, well, yeah. It's a porn-for-all! Evan/David, 397 words. Porn, in case I haven't mentioned it. :)
Shit goes wrong so often here that it should be the motto for the entire fucking galaxy. It was supposed to be just another mission, another easy one, and Evan closes his eyes as he remembers what had been easy about it - easy to step through the Gate, easy to walk to the village, easy to recognize that shit was about to go to hell in a handbasket. Hard, though, hard to watch the village elder give a signal, hard to watch the nearest soldier leap out and grab David, hard to struggle helplessly against his own captor as David fought and scratched and bit less than ten feet away.
Hard to remember, exactly how they’d gotten from there to here, because he’d thrown his head back into the face behind him in an attempt to get free, and his vision had gone fuzzy at the edges. All he knows is that they’re back in Atlantis, they’re out of the infirmary, and he’s shaking like he’s frozen through, like he’ll never be warm again. David’s got him by the hand and they’re still in the corridor but Evan doesn’t care, has to reach out and touch, because David had been attacked and Evan hadn’t been able to get to him, and, and, and.
They’re at David quarters, suddenly, and Evan’s glad, because it means that he can push David inside, pull at his clothing, feel for himself that he’s okay, that this isn’t some nightmare where David’s going to melt away from him. David’s tugging at Evan’s clothing just as frantically, and both of them have their hands everywhere, as if they’re reconciling skin they knew before with bruises there now.
Evan needs it, suddenly, needs to know and feel and believe that David is okay, more than he’s maybe needed anything in his life. He pushes David down to the bed and crawls after him. David is kneeling and Evan is shaking, still, as he crawls up the length of the bed to settle between David’s thighs, and then it’s all sucking and licking and his hand just above David’s knee, and David’s hand on the back of his neck and the little moans and gasps David’s making above him, and by the time the moans are giving way to David chanting his name over and over and coming down Evan’s throat, Evan has stopped trembling.