John pushes Rodney back against what might be a sink. "Rodney," he whispers, shoving a leg between Rodney's thighs. "I just--"
Rodney grabs John's arms. "We can't--we're in a bathroom for god's--"
John's lips are hot and wet and they cover Rodney's mouth, swallowing whatever protest was coming next. Rodney can feel John's erection against his thigh and fuck it, he grabs John's ass and crushes him in close.
What did this weird-assed aliens expect, anyway, leading them down hallways adored with decorative images of naked men, naked hot men, naked men with great big hard dicks, doing things to other naked men with big hard dicks.
A celebration of manhood, they called it.
Rodney called it porn.
Good porn. Porn like John's busy mouth and even busier tongue, porn like the soft noises John made as he clutche at Rodney's shoulders. "Jeeze, Rodney," John pants against his cheek. "Let me fuck you. Right now. We can be fast. No one will know."
Rodney's mouth goes dry at John's words, because yeah, he wants that, he always wants it. "Okay, okay, okay, let me just" and his hands are at his pants, trying to unbutton as fast as he can, while John unbuttons his own. Then John glances up and meets Rodney's eyes, and John is grinning a big stupid grin. Rodney grins back, it's as if they are horny teenagers instead of intergalactic explorers but Rodney figures if they go out exploring different galaxies the least they can do is fuck in an alien bathroom, especially with the way John's dick is hard and red and Rodney knows how damn good it is going to feel in his ass.
"I got stuff, here, turn around." John brandishes a tube of petroleum jelly.
Pants shoved down around his ankles, and Rodney turns around, gripping the edge of the basin. "I hope to god this is a sink, and not the toilet," he says, prompted something suspiciously close to giggles from John. Then he gasps as slippery fingers penetrate him, first one, then two. "Oh god, yes, yes, yes--fuck, that's good, just go on--"
"Wait, you're tight," John tells him.
"Of course I am, we're nuts for doing this in the first place, I'm not exactly going to relax and oh god oh god oh god--"
John pushes inside and Rodney pushes back into the burn, he's tense and wound up tight and it's good, so damn dirty, both still mostly dressed, still in his boots, his jacket and the scrape of John's watch against his stomach as John hugs him close and sucks on his neck. "This good?" John asks.
"It's good, yes yes, very good." Stretched and full, John's cock is buried all the way up his ass, of course it's good and it gets even better when John begin to stroke his cock with a greased hand. "Real good," Rodney adds with a whimper.
Hard steady strokes, matched by hard, steady thrusts, and it's over all to quickly. John's cock rubs Rodney in all the right places, and when he squeezes the head of Rodney's cock, Rodney comes all over his hand. Then John grabs Rodney's hip and pumps hard, cock pounding into Rodney and short gasping breaths that end in a choked cry as John stiffens and comes. His cock pulses inside of Rodney again and again until finally he slumps against Rodney's back. "Oh god, I think I'm gonna faint," he mumbles.
"You can't," Rodney hisses, and John starts to laugh again.
"Okay, then I won't."
It strikes Rodney as funny, too, and amidst little bursts of laughter they pull themselves together, pausing for one luscious, sated kiss. A quick wash, and they're ready to face dinner.
"All freshened up?" John asks, pausing with his hand on the doorknob.
"Very fresh." Rodney doesn't point out that John looks like he just got laid, with that smirky little smile, because he probably has the same stupid little smile on his own face.
They head back out to meet their hosts. And spend all of dinner trying to not laugh again.
Yay, Porn!!
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"John, what are you doing?"
John pushes Rodney back against what might be a sink. "Rodney," he whispers, shoving a leg between Rodney's thighs. "I just--"
Rodney grabs John's arms. "We can't--we're in a bathroom for god's--"
John's lips are hot and wet and they cover Rodney's mouth, swallowing whatever protest was coming next. Rodney can feel John's erection against his thigh and fuck it, he grabs John's ass and crushes him in close.
What did this weird-assed aliens expect, anyway, leading them down hallways adored with decorative images of naked men, naked hot men, naked men with great big hard dicks, doing things to other naked men with big hard dicks.
A celebration of manhood, they called it.
Rodney called it porn.
Good porn. Porn like John's busy mouth and even busier tongue, porn like the soft noises John made as he clutche at Rodney's shoulders. "Jeeze, Rodney," John pants against his cheek. "Let me fuck you. Right now. We can be fast. No one will know."
Rodney's mouth goes dry at John's words, because yeah, he wants that, he always wants it. "Okay, okay, okay, let me just" and his hands are at his pants, trying to unbutton as fast as he can, while John unbuttons his own. Then John glances up and meets Rodney's eyes, and John is grinning a big stupid grin. Rodney grins back, it's as if they are horny teenagers instead of intergalactic explorers but Rodney figures if they go out exploring different galaxies the least they can do is fuck in an alien bathroom, especially with the way John's dick is hard and red and Rodney knows how damn good it is going to feel in his ass.
"I got stuff, here, turn around." John brandishes a tube of petroleum jelly.
Pants shoved down around his ankles, and Rodney turns around, gripping the edge of the basin. "I hope to god this is a sink, and not the toilet," he says, prompted something suspiciously close to giggles from John. Then he gasps as slippery fingers penetrate him, first one, then two. "Oh god, yes, yes, yes--fuck, that's good, just go on--"
"Wait, you're tight," John tells him.
"Of course I am, we're nuts for doing this in the first place, I'm not exactly going to relax and oh god oh god oh god--"
John pushes inside and Rodney pushes back into the burn, he's tense and wound up tight and it's good, so damn dirty, both still mostly dressed, still in his boots, his jacket and the scrape of John's watch against his stomach as John hugs him close and sucks on his neck. "This good?" John asks.
"It's good, yes yes, very good." Stretched and full, John's cock is buried all the way up his ass, of course it's good and it gets even better when John begin to stroke his cock with a greased hand. "Real good," Rodney adds with a whimper.
Hard steady strokes, matched by hard, steady thrusts, and it's over all to quickly. John's cock rubs Rodney in all the right places, and when he squeezes the head of Rodney's cock, Rodney comes all over his hand. Then John grabs Rodney's hip and pumps hard, cock pounding into Rodney and short gasping breaths that end in a choked cry as John stiffens and comes. His cock pulses inside of Rodney again and again until finally he slumps against Rodney's back. "Oh god, I think I'm gonna faint," he mumbles.
"You can't," Rodney hisses, and John starts to laugh again.
"Okay, then I won't."
It strikes Rodney as funny, too, and amidst little bursts of laughter they pull themselves together, pausing for one luscious, sated kiss. A quick wash, and they're ready to face dinner.
"All freshened up?" John asks, pausing with his hand on the doorknob.
"Very fresh." Rodney doesn't point out that John looks like he just got laid, with that smirky little smile, because he probably has the same stupid little smile on his own face.
They head back out to meet their hosts. And spend all of dinner trying to not laugh again.