I'm in a mood
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lierdumoaSomeone should really write me John/Rodney porn with John really, really enjoying fucking Rodney and Rodney really, really enjoying getting fucked.
And, because fair's fair, I'll start thing's off with a bribe.
For those of you who weren't around for the beginning of this story, it's here, work in progress, no idea when it will be finished, Rodney gets turned into a woman by a wayward piece of Ancient tech.
"I think I might need a bra for the mission. I mean, walking around the city is fine, but if I go too fast the bouncing kinda hurts, and if I end up running for my life I prefer it be as unpleasant as possible."
Rodney was lying along John's naked abdomen, chin resting on his hands on John's chest, fingers tapping idly against John's collarbone. He was wearing a largish t-shirt and nothing else, bare legs sprawled out on either side of John's bent knee. John's hands were on his hips. Really great hips. They curved nicely into his waist. John slid his hands up and arund until his fingers were dipping into the indentation of Rodney's lower back, teasing their way down towards—"John?"
Rodney gasped when John's hands suddenly slid back up to his waist and grabbed. John hauled Rodney up until his chest was pressed just beneath John's chin. Should really rethink those pronouns. John smiled up at him. "You were saying?"
Rodney propped himself up on his elbows and scowled down at John. "Sports bra. Mission. You remember our mission, right? The one that's happening tomorrow?" John's eyes had glazed over midway through the sentence, gaze arrested by the sight of Rodney's breasts swaying slightly inside the confines of his shirt with each breath.
Rodney's scowl grew deeper. "Okay I get it, you like the breasts, but could we focus here?"
John blinked, then reluctantly dragged his eyes back up to Rodney's face. "Uh, right." He shifted, trying to find a position where his half hard cock wasn't sliding directly along the very smooth skin of Rodney's upper legs. The motion only served to aggravate the situation.
John forced himself still and kept his eyes firmly trained on Rodney's face as he bit out the rest of his sentence. "You're more, uh ... endowed than Weir. Most of the female scientists, for that matter. I think Teyla's closer to your size, isn't she? It might be a kind of binding."
"I thought of that, but all of her clothing is a bit too...Athosian." Rodney shifted slightly. John dropped his knee and arched up, following the motion, gasping softly, then gritting his teeth and trying valiantly to kick his brain back into gear.
"Ask Cadman? She's friends with most of the female military personell. You guys seem to be getting along pretty well these days."
Rodney gave up supporting himself on his elbows and slumped back onto John's chest with a huff. "If I ask any more favors from her she's going to make me start paying her with powerbars. The good ones. She's been in my room and she's seen my stash."
This time it was John's turn to push himself up on his elbows, the motion causing Rodney to slide back down until his face was once again level with John's, John's cock leaving a wet streak along his inner thigh. John soldiered on. "How come I haven't seen your stash?"
"I believe," Rodney said, spreading out his legs until he had John in a full straddle, "that every time you've been in my room you've been otherwise engaged."
"Right." John murmured, feeling his eyes glaze over once more, as Rodney undulated his lower back in a perfectly obscene way.
"So anyone else?" Rodney spreading his legs wider, wide enough that he was sliding wet against the base of John's cock. "I don't know who on my science team might even, ah, even own a sports bra. You spend more time in the gym than I do. Maybe you ... John."
He hardened the rest of the way, rocking up, pushing himself towards the crease of Rodney's ass.
"John. John! Focus!"
He dropped his hips back onto the bed, shifting from lust drunk to what Rodney would never get him to admit was pouting. "Sorry, got distracted."
"Well could you try not to?"
"Well, it's kinda hard Rodney when you're lying on top of me with no pants."
"Oh, yeah." Rodney gave into a delicious little squirm. "We should have sex now. Finish this conversation later."
John schooled his features into a solemn frown, not quite managing to smother an amused twitch at the corner of his mouth. "Are you sure about that? We could get dressed and go find Cadman right now. I'm sure you've got a ton of work to do later and --"
"Yes, yes, make fun of the scientist with the womanly parts."
"Well maybe I'm just not in the mood anymore."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Rodney said snidely, shoving herself up into a seated position and rolling her hips hard against John's erection. "Do you have a headache? Should I come back when your moon time is over?"
John slipped one knee out from under Rodney's leg and in some questionably modified hand-to-hand combat moves, spun Rodney onto his back, deftly switching their postions. "That won't be necessary," John laughed and, curling his fingers around Rodney's thigh, lifted Rodney's leg and and slid into him with moan.
Rodney arched to take in more, bending his knees to dig his heels cruelly into John's upper thighs. "So glad," he gasped, grabbing John by the shoulders and gripping hard as John began to thrust, "we're on the same page here."
And, because fair's fair, I'll start thing's off with a bribe.
For those of you who weren't around for the beginning of this story, it's here, work in progress, no idea when it will be finished, Rodney gets turned into a woman by a wayward piece of Ancient tech.
"I think I might need a bra for the mission. I mean, walking around the city is fine, but if I go too fast the bouncing kinda hurts, and if I end up running for my life I prefer it be as unpleasant as possible."
Rodney was lying along John's naked abdomen, chin resting on his hands on John's chest, fingers tapping idly against John's collarbone. He was wearing a largish t-shirt and nothing else, bare legs sprawled out on either side of John's bent knee. John's hands were on his hips. Really great hips. They curved nicely into his waist. John slid his hands up and arund until his fingers were dipping into the indentation of Rodney's lower back, teasing their way down towards—"John?"
Rodney gasped when John's hands suddenly slid back up to his waist and grabbed. John hauled Rodney up until his chest was pressed just beneath John's chin. Should really rethink those pronouns. John smiled up at him. "You were saying?"
Rodney propped himself up on his elbows and scowled down at John. "Sports bra. Mission. You remember our mission, right? The one that's happening tomorrow?" John's eyes had glazed over midway through the sentence, gaze arrested by the sight of Rodney's breasts swaying slightly inside the confines of his shirt with each breath.
Rodney's scowl grew deeper. "Okay I get it, you like the breasts, but could we focus here?"
John blinked, then reluctantly dragged his eyes back up to Rodney's face. "Uh, right." He shifted, trying to find a position where his half hard cock wasn't sliding directly along the very smooth skin of Rodney's upper legs. The motion only served to aggravate the situation.
John forced himself still and kept his eyes firmly trained on Rodney's face as he bit out the rest of his sentence. "You're more, uh ... endowed than Weir. Most of the female scientists, for that matter. I think Teyla's closer to your size, isn't she? It might be a kind of binding."
"I thought of that, but all of her clothing is a bit too...Athosian." Rodney shifted slightly. John dropped his knee and arched up, following the motion, gasping softly, then gritting his teeth and trying valiantly to kick his brain back into gear.
"Ask Cadman? She's friends with most of the female military personell. You guys seem to be getting along pretty well these days."
Rodney gave up supporting himself on his elbows and slumped back onto John's chest with a huff. "If I ask any more favors from her she's going to make me start paying her with powerbars. The good ones. She's been in my room and she's seen my stash."
This time it was John's turn to push himself up on his elbows, the motion causing Rodney to slide back down until his face was once again level with John's, John's cock leaving a wet streak along his inner thigh. John soldiered on. "How come I haven't seen your stash?"
"I believe," Rodney said, spreading out his legs until he had John in a full straddle, "that every time you've been in my room you've been otherwise engaged."
"Right." John murmured, feeling his eyes glaze over once more, as Rodney undulated his lower back in a perfectly obscene way.
"So anyone else?" Rodney spreading his legs wider, wide enough that he was sliding wet against the base of John's cock. "I don't know who on my science team might even, ah, even own a sports bra. You spend more time in the gym than I do. Maybe you ... John."
He hardened the rest of the way, rocking up, pushing himself towards the crease of Rodney's ass.
"John. John! Focus!"
He dropped his hips back onto the bed, shifting from lust drunk to what Rodney would never get him to admit was pouting. "Sorry, got distracted."
"Well could you try not to?"
"Well, it's kinda hard Rodney when you're lying on top of me with no pants."
"Oh, yeah." Rodney gave into a delicious little squirm. "We should have sex now. Finish this conversation later."
John schooled his features into a solemn frown, not quite managing to smother an amused twitch at the corner of his mouth. "Are you sure about that? We could get dressed and go find Cadman right now. I'm sure you've got a ton of work to do later and --"
"Yes, yes, make fun of the scientist with the womanly parts."
"Well maybe I'm just not in the mood anymore."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Rodney said snidely, shoving herself up into a seated position and rolling her hips hard against John's erection. "Do you have a headache? Should I come back when your moon time is over?"
John slipped one knee out from under Rodney's leg and in some questionably modified hand-to-hand combat moves, spun Rodney onto his back, deftly switching their postions. "That won't be necessary," John laughed and, curling his fingers around Rodney's thigh, lifted Rodney's leg and and slid into him with moan.
Rodney arched to take in more, bending his knees to dig his heels cruelly into John's upper thighs. "So glad," he gasped, grabbing John by the shoulders and gripping hard as John began to thrust, "we're on the same page here."
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Date: 2006-12-12 10:52 pm (UTC)So I rather liked that Rodney was still Rodney, just, you know... with breasts and girl parts. I also liked that you still called him him.
But one thing, in this little snippet you suddenly changed his pronouns to her. It was only for a paragraph but it was a little jarring. I don't know if you care, but since I was reading this and thought of it at the time, I thought I should tell you.
It's still the hotness though.