Obey (1/1)
Title: Obey
Author: somehowunbroken
Fandom: SGA
Characters: John/Evan
Word Count: 1,618
Rating: NC-17/porn.
Notes: For calcitrix, because apparently I dedicate all my porn to clwilson2006 and I should spread the porny love around. Also because calcitrix sent me awesome shirts that absolutely made my day both yesterday and today, and gave me the idea to picture Cam naked if my day started going to hell. It helped immensely!
Other notes: Sequel porn to the porn I wrote yesterday! I hit several kinks in here: um. Military, porn in my porn, I don't know if dogtags count as a kink but I feel like they should, voyeurism sorta, dirty talk, rough sex. That probably covers it. I think. I might have missed something.
Evan rapped on the door at precisely 2500 Atlantis Standard. It opened for him and he stepped inside, waving his hand over the crystals to close it behind him.
He stopped dead in his tracks.
John was spread out on the bed, completely naked but for his dogtags, lazily stroking himself with one hand while watching something playing on his laptop. From the sounds coming from the laptop’s speakers, it was porn.
“Right on time, Major,” he said, and just like that, Evan snapped back to reality.
“Yes, sir,” Evan replied, stripping out of his clothing and folding it neatly, leaving it atop his boots by the entrance. He shifted his feet apart and folded his arms before him, doing a better job at parade rest now that he was on his feet. “Your orders, sir.”
The Colonel waved his hand, gesturing Evan towards the bed. “Come see what I found.”
Evan crossed and stood next to the bed, glancing at the laptop. He froze when he saw his own face, sweaty and gasping, on the screen. It was porn, all right, but he seemed to be the main attraction.
“This is the best part,” the Colonel said. As if on cue, video-Evan moaned and threw his head back panting. Colonel Sheppard’s hand sped up on his cock, and Evan dropped to his knees beside the bed, eyes transfixed on the screen, where his video self was begging. Please, sir, please, faster, harder, harder.
Suddenly the image froze. Evan saw his own face, caught mid-gasp, pushing back into the pillow as he arched his back off the bed.
The Colonel’s hand pulled at the back of Evan’s head and he leaned forward, meeting Colonel Sheppard’s mouth in a hard kiss, teeth and tongue and pressure, before the Colonel released him.
“In the middle of the bed, facing the door,” the Colonel ground out. “Hands and knees.”
Evan scrambled to obey, his dogtags swinging as he propped himself up. He felt Colonel Sheppard settle behind him and heard the click of a cap, and then the Colonel was pushing a slick finger into him. Evan moaned and pushed back against it, stopping immediately when he heard his commanding officer growl.
“You will stay still,” Colonel Sheppard told him. “You will not move unless I move you, or give you express permission. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir,” Evan moaned out. He was balanced well enough to keep himself upright. And he concentrated on keeping still as the Colonel fucked him with one finger, hitting his prostate more often than not, until he was gasping. “Please, sir, please.”
“Please what?” the Colonel asked, and Evan could hear the smirk in his voice.
“More, sir, please, more,” he managed, and Colonel Sheppard pulled his finger all the way out, trailing it down the back of Evan’s thigh. He managed not to move, even repressed the shudder that threatened to rip through him. Evan heard the lube click open again and then felt the Colonel’s fingers brush against his entrance. Weight shifted behind him, and the Colonel’s fingers were suddenly running up Evan’s spine, until the Colonel was breathing into his ear.
“You want more, Major?” he growled. “I’ve got more for you.”
And he pushed in, just like that, inch by torturous inch. It burned, it stretched, and Evan wanted to rock back into it, to take all the Colonel had for him, everything all at once, to feel too full too fast. He stayed absolutely, perfectly still instead.
Colonel Sheppard didn’t stop moving until he was al the way in, pressed right along Evan’s back. He trailed his fingers down Evan’s side and reached down, palming Evan’s cock roughly. Evan moaned loudly but didn’t move, didn’t twitch, nothing, and the Colonel chuckled in his ear.
“Well done, Major,” he said approvingly, low and dangerous, right in Evan’s ear. “You’re an excellent soldier.”
“Thank you, sir,” Evan gasped out as Colonel Sheppard’s hand closed around his cock and stroked it slowly, languidly, as he’d been doing to himself when Evan first entered the room. He thrust his hips in the tiniest motions, perfectly timed with his hand, and Evan’s arms started to shake with the strain of not moving the rest of his body. The Colonel laughed again and brought his hand up Evan’s chest. He grabbed the swinging dogtags in his fist and yanked them forward, as if to inspect them. Evan only just kept his balance.
Suddenly, the Colonel was tugging at the dogtags and moving back. He had one hand still on Evan’s hip, the other holding the tags behind Evan’s head, and Evan gasped as the chain cut into his neck.
“You can move,” the Colonel informed him. “Back here.”
Slowly they moved together, Colonel Sheppard still buried deep in Evan, the Colonel guiding Evan’s way with his dogtags. They settled like that, the Colonel stretched out, Evan straddling his legs. His head was bent back, trying to lean away from the pressure of the chain, but it was suddenly slack at his throat, and Evan tipped his head forward and inhaled a long breath.
The Colonel waited a moment before speaking. “You’re going to move, Major Lorne. You’re going to ride me, nice and slow, and you’re not going to come until I say you can.”
“Yes, sir,” Evan said. He leaned forward slightly, rested his hands on his own thighs, and rose up slowly before sinking back down. He repeated the motion, again and again, getting into a rhythm almost too slow to be called such.
“I wish you could see this from my point of view, Major,” the Colonel said speculatively, calmly, as if he didn’t have his dick in Evan’s ass, as if they were discussing an interesting plant that Botany discovered. “It’s art, that’s what it is, the way I can see my cock appear when you sit up, the way it disappears into that tight little hole of yours when you move back. It’s art, and you love art.”
“I do, sir,” Evan agreed, closing his eyes and using his artistic mind to picture what the Colonel was telling him: watching as the Colonel’s cock pressed into him, stretched him out, the way the muscles in his lower back must be straining, how his thighs would look clamped against Colonel Sheppard’s. He moaned, almost whimpered.
“You want to go faster,” Colonel Sheppard continued. “You want to lean forward a little more, get a better angle, and fuck yourself stupid on my cock, until you come and come and come, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” Evan gasped. “I do, sir.”
“But you won’t,” as if Evan hadn’t even spoken, and Evan wondered distantly how the Colonel could still sound so calm when Evan was already so far gone. “Not unless I tell you to.”
“No, Colonel, I won’t,” he said immediately, because no matter how badly he wanted it, he would follow orders, would obey whatever his commanding officer told him to do.
“Maybe I should let you come,” the Colonel said aloud, as if he were measuring his options. “Jerk you off now, make you ride me until you get hard again, until your ass is so sore from having me in there that you just want it to be over, and then push you over and fuck you until you can’t see any more.”
“Please, sir.” Evan wasn’t sure what he was begging for, if that’s what he wanted, if he even wanted anything other than to do what the Colonel ordered him to. Maybe he was just begging for his orders, begging to be told what to do.
“No,” the Colonel said decisively. “No, here’s what we’re going to do, Major. You’re going to speed up. You’re going to ride me until I come, and you’re not going to come yourself.”
“Yes, sir,” Evan said, rising and slamming back down more quickly, clenching his muscles around the Colonel as much as he could. It wasn’t long before the Colonel was meeting Evan on each thrust, groaning and gasping from behind him. His hands came to rest of Evan’s hips, and Evan sped up even further, rising more and more on each stroke, until the Colonel pulled him down hard and arched up, coming hard. Evan stayed still, waiting, until the Colonel tapped him on the hip, his sign to kneel up and let Colonel Sheppard’s softening dick slip from inside him.
“Nicely done, Major,” the Colonel said approvingly. “Very nice indeed.”
“Thank you, sir,” Evan said, moving to kneel beside him. His dick was hard and leaking and he was close, so close. All he’d need was a little encouragement, a few strokes, and-
The Colonel moved quickly, taking Evan’s cock in his mouth and sucking with just too much pressure, and it was perfect, exactly what he needed, and then Colonel Sheppard tapped on his hip as a signal and Evan came instantly. The Colonel kept at it, sucking and swallowing until he’d pulled every last drop from Evan’s dick, and he laid back and tugged on Evan’s neck until Evan leaned down and met his mouth. Colonel Sheppard shoved his tongue forward and Evan’s come was still in his mouth, still on his tongue. Evan sucked at it greedily until the Colonel pulled away.
Colonel Sheppard leaned against the pillows on his bed, looking satisfied and sleepy. “Come here.”
Evan crawled up and laid beside the Colonel, turning to fit their bodies together as the Colonel arranged the blankets around them. He pressed a kiss to the back of Evan’s neck.
“Goodnight, Evan,” he said quietly, wrapping his arm around Evan’s waist.
Evan threaded their fingers together. “Goodnight, John.”
Author: somehowunbroken
Fandom: SGA
Characters: John/Evan
Word Count: 1,618
Rating: NC-17/porn.
Notes: For calcitrix, because apparently I dedicate all my porn to clwilson2006 and I should spread the porny love around. Also because calcitrix sent me awesome shirts that absolutely made my day both yesterday and today, and gave me the idea to picture Cam naked if my day started going to hell. It helped immensely!
Other notes: Sequel porn to the porn I wrote yesterday! I hit several kinks in here: um. Military, porn in my porn, I don't know if dogtags count as a kink but I feel like they should, voyeurism sorta, dirty talk, rough sex. That probably covers it. I think. I might have missed something.
Evan rapped on the door at precisely 2500 Atlantis Standard. It opened for him and he stepped inside, waving his hand over the crystals to close it behind him.
He stopped dead in his tracks.
John was spread out on the bed, completely naked but for his dogtags, lazily stroking himself with one hand while watching something playing on his laptop. From the sounds coming from the laptop’s speakers, it was porn.
“Right on time, Major,” he said, and just like that, Evan snapped back to reality.
“Yes, sir,” Evan replied, stripping out of his clothing and folding it neatly, leaving it atop his boots by the entrance. He shifted his feet apart and folded his arms before him, doing a better job at parade rest now that he was on his feet. “Your orders, sir.”
The Colonel waved his hand, gesturing Evan towards the bed. “Come see what I found.”
Evan crossed and stood next to the bed, glancing at the laptop. He froze when he saw his own face, sweaty and gasping, on the screen. It was porn, all right, but he seemed to be the main attraction.
“This is the best part,” the Colonel said. As if on cue, video-Evan moaned and threw his head back panting. Colonel Sheppard’s hand sped up on his cock, and Evan dropped to his knees beside the bed, eyes transfixed on the screen, where his video self was begging. Please, sir, please, faster, harder, harder.
Suddenly the image froze. Evan saw his own face, caught mid-gasp, pushing back into the pillow as he arched his back off the bed.
The Colonel’s hand pulled at the back of Evan’s head and he leaned forward, meeting Colonel Sheppard’s mouth in a hard kiss, teeth and tongue and pressure, before the Colonel released him.
“In the middle of the bed, facing the door,” the Colonel ground out. “Hands and knees.”
Evan scrambled to obey, his dogtags swinging as he propped himself up. He felt Colonel Sheppard settle behind him and heard the click of a cap, and then the Colonel was pushing a slick finger into him. Evan moaned and pushed back against it, stopping immediately when he heard his commanding officer growl.
“You will stay still,” Colonel Sheppard told him. “You will not move unless I move you, or give you express permission. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir,” Evan moaned out. He was balanced well enough to keep himself upright. And he concentrated on keeping still as the Colonel fucked him with one finger, hitting his prostate more often than not, until he was gasping. “Please, sir, please.”
“Please what?” the Colonel asked, and Evan could hear the smirk in his voice.
“More, sir, please, more,” he managed, and Colonel Sheppard pulled his finger all the way out, trailing it down the back of Evan’s thigh. He managed not to move, even repressed the shudder that threatened to rip through him. Evan heard the lube click open again and then felt the Colonel’s fingers brush against his entrance. Weight shifted behind him, and the Colonel’s fingers were suddenly running up Evan’s spine, until the Colonel was breathing into his ear.
“You want more, Major?” he growled. “I’ve got more for you.”
And he pushed in, just like that, inch by torturous inch. It burned, it stretched, and Evan wanted to rock back into it, to take all the Colonel had for him, everything all at once, to feel too full too fast. He stayed absolutely, perfectly still instead.
Colonel Sheppard didn’t stop moving until he was al the way in, pressed right along Evan’s back. He trailed his fingers down Evan’s side and reached down, palming Evan’s cock roughly. Evan moaned loudly but didn’t move, didn’t twitch, nothing, and the Colonel chuckled in his ear.
“Well done, Major,” he said approvingly, low and dangerous, right in Evan’s ear. “You’re an excellent soldier.”
“Thank you, sir,” Evan gasped out as Colonel Sheppard’s hand closed around his cock and stroked it slowly, languidly, as he’d been doing to himself when Evan first entered the room. He thrust his hips in the tiniest motions, perfectly timed with his hand, and Evan’s arms started to shake with the strain of not moving the rest of his body. The Colonel laughed again and brought his hand up Evan’s chest. He grabbed the swinging dogtags in his fist and yanked them forward, as if to inspect them. Evan only just kept his balance.
Suddenly, the Colonel was tugging at the dogtags and moving back. He had one hand still on Evan’s hip, the other holding the tags behind Evan’s head, and Evan gasped as the chain cut into his neck.
“You can move,” the Colonel informed him. “Back here.”
Slowly they moved together, Colonel Sheppard still buried deep in Evan, the Colonel guiding Evan’s way with his dogtags. They settled like that, the Colonel stretched out, Evan straddling his legs. His head was bent back, trying to lean away from the pressure of the chain, but it was suddenly slack at his throat, and Evan tipped his head forward and inhaled a long breath.
The Colonel waited a moment before speaking. “You’re going to move, Major Lorne. You’re going to ride me, nice and slow, and you’re not going to come until I say you can.”
“Yes, sir,” Evan said. He leaned forward slightly, rested his hands on his own thighs, and rose up slowly before sinking back down. He repeated the motion, again and again, getting into a rhythm almost too slow to be called such.
“I wish you could see this from my point of view, Major,” the Colonel said speculatively, calmly, as if he didn’t have his dick in Evan’s ass, as if they were discussing an interesting plant that Botany discovered. “It’s art, that’s what it is, the way I can see my cock appear when you sit up, the way it disappears into that tight little hole of yours when you move back. It’s art, and you love art.”
“I do, sir,” Evan agreed, closing his eyes and using his artistic mind to picture what the Colonel was telling him: watching as the Colonel’s cock pressed into him, stretched him out, the way the muscles in his lower back must be straining, how his thighs would look clamped against Colonel Sheppard’s. He moaned, almost whimpered.
“You want to go faster,” Colonel Sheppard continued. “You want to lean forward a little more, get a better angle, and fuck yourself stupid on my cock, until you come and come and come, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” Evan gasped. “I do, sir.”
“But you won’t,” as if Evan hadn’t even spoken, and Evan wondered distantly how the Colonel could still sound so calm when Evan was already so far gone. “Not unless I tell you to.”
“No, Colonel, I won’t,” he said immediately, because no matter how badly he wanted it, he would follow orders, would obey whatever his commanding officer told him to do.
“Maybe I should let you come,” the Colonel said aloud, as if he were measuring his options. “Jerk you off now, make you ride me until you get hard again, until your ass is so sore from having me in there that you just want it to be over, and then push you over and fuck you until you can’t see any more.”
“Please, sir.” Evan wasn’t sure what he was begging for, if that’s what he wanted, if he even wanted anything other than to do what the Colonel ordered him to. Maybe he was just begging for his orders, begging to be told what to do.
“No,” the Colonel said decisively. “No, here’s what we’re going to do, Major. You’re going to speed up. You’re going to ride me until I come, and you’re not going to come yourself.”
“Yes, sir,” Evan said, rising and slamming back down more quickly, clenching his muscles around the Colonel as much as he could. It wasn’t long before the Colonel was meeting Evan on each thrust, groaning and gasping from behind him. His hands came to rest of Evan’s hips, and Evan sped up even further, rising more and more on each stroke, until the Colonel pulled him down hard and arched up, coming hard. Evan stayed still, waiting, until the Colonel tapped him on the hip, his sign to kneel up and let Colonel Sheppard’s softening dick slip from inside him.
“Nicely done, Major,” the Colonel said approvingly. “Very nice indeed.”
“Thank you, sir,” Evan said, moving to kneel beside him. His dick was hard and leaking and he was close, so close. All he’d need was a little encouragement, a few strokes, and-
The Colonel moved quickly, taking Evan’s cock in his mouth and sucking with just too much pressure, and it was perfect, exactly what he needed, and then Colonel Sheppard tapped on his hip as a signal and Evan came instantly. The Colonel kept at it, sucking and swallowing until he’d pulled every last drop from Evan’s dick, and he laid back and tugged on Evan’s neck until Evan leaned down and met his mouth. Colonel Sheppard shoved his tongue forward and Evan’s come was still in his mouth, still on his tongue. Evan sucked at it greedily until the Colonel pulled away.
Colonel Sheppard leaned against the pillows on his bed, looking satisfied and sleepy. “Come here.”
Evan crawled up and laid beside the Colonel, turning to fit their bodies together as the Colonel arranged the blankets around them. He pressed a kiss to the back of Evan’s neck.
“Goodnight, Evan,” he said quietly, wrapping his arm around Evan’s waist.
Evan threaded their fingers together. “Goodnight, John.”