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Title: Following the Lines
I never knew how to breathe till I met you John wasn’t sure when he started seeking Rodney out for more than his theories and equations and science babble. But there it was, whole hours of downtime given up to just talking to the man, trading stories about first kisses and first cars and first drinks. Maybe not in that order. And Rodney might tell him ‘I’m busy’ and ‘What do you want’ and ‘Get out of my way’ but he never said ‘Go away’ or ‘Not right now’ like he meant it. It got really weird after a while, when John started remembering things under the context of ‘Don’t forget to tell Rodney that’ and then he would stop whatever he was doing to go do just that, but he couldn’t seem to quit. Desire to kiss you is all I feel “Hey,” John sucked in a breath, and then slid a hand across the small of Rodney’s back. Rodney quit tapping his feet and humming under his breath, swiveling his head to look at John. “Let me just…” John took that final step, pressing his chest against Rodney’s shoulder, “I want…” He watched Rodney blink, lick his lips, and blink again in slow motion. Then they were kissing, Rodney twisting and shifting until he was wrapped in John’s arms, tilting his head and kissing back. “How long have you wanted to do this?” John could feel the words rumble against his mouth. “Since about now, you?” John let his words rumble back. “About two seconds after that.” So they did it again. My heart should burst if you turn me away Rodney laid so still, eyes and mouth open, hands curled up in tight white fists. “Please?” John licked again, savoring the sweat and the musk of Rodney’s flesh. “Please, God, again please.” John shifted, pressing his thumbs into the soft skin below Rodney’s hips, mouthed the crease of his thigh and nuzzled his sac. Rodney arched his head back, whispering something John couldn’t hear, but didn’t move otherwise. He licked Rodney’s cock, wet sucking kisses up his shaft, flat of his teeth for that extra little thrill, and still Rodney didn’t move. “John.” He came before John could do anything else.
Intoxicated by the sent of your skin Rodney went to his elbows and knees without a sound, dropping his head down into the pillow and bracing his hands against the wall. John slid one finger into his ass, Rodney’s quiet gasp the only sign that he felt anything. He slid a second finger in; Rodney seemed to push back just a little then relaxed again, breath hitching in his chest. A third finger and Rodney’s cock was hard again, John pressed a kiss against his ass cheek and felt the muscles under that super-fine flesh tremble. “Fuck me John?” And it wasn’t a demand or begging or even pleading. It was Rodney asking like John had never heard him do before. I am trapped in passion’s grasp John let his hands wander, let them stroke every line of flesh he’d missed earlier. Rodney lay in some half-awake half-asleep daze, where he’d twist and turn and push up into John’s hands, murmuring broken sentences into his pillow. Then John let his lips follow the path his fingers had made, imagining a dusky trail to guide his way. It was a brand of sorts, one only he could see and only Rodney could feel, sealed with a promise that would probably never be voiced. But they both heard it, so it didn’t really matter all that much.
I never knew how to breathe till I met you Desire to kiss you is all I feel My heart should burst if you turn me away Intoxicated by the sent of your skin I am trapped in passion’s grasp |
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