John felt kind of ridiculous, a bit too much like a teen-aged girl on prom night for
his ego to be completely happy. He hadn't played the fluttery virgin back when he
actually was one, but the truth was, he appreciated the way Rodney was being careful
with him, the way the soft caresses and kisses on his back were helping him relax and
winding him up all at the same time.
"You still with me?" Rodney murmured into his ear.
John smiled. "All present and accounted for, for Get To Know Your Asshole 101."
Rodney's laugh fluffed the hair on the back of his neck. "Takes one to know one, of course."
John shifted so he could turn his head enough to see Rodney's smile. "Did you just call me
an asshole?"
"No, I called myself an asshole. Ass." Rodney leaned forward, kissing him until John's
neck couldn't take the position anymore. John flopped back into the pillow. Rodney squeezed
his outstretched hand before sliding down the bed.
"God, you are so hot," Rodney murmured against John's back, little breathy spurts of air
that tickled and made John want to squirm. But then Rodney bit him lightly, just the barest
pinch of his teeth along the crest of his asscheek, and John bucked into the bed instead.
"Hey!"
Rodney laughed. "Oh, like you didn't like that."
"Kinda tickled," John grumbled, but mostly into his pillow, because Rodney's hands were
ghosting up his thighs. He parted his legs before he even thought about it. Rodney rewarded
him by cupping his balls, then tugging and playing gently.
"Oh, yeah." John pushed back into Rodney's hand, and Rodney let him. Rodney wasn't teasing
or playing games at all, simply giving John whatever he wanted. Rodney's hands felt good--soft
and strong and hot, and John wanted them all over him. A nervous, excited flutter twitched
through his abdomen as he realized he wanted Rodney's hands everywhere.
He took a deep breath and canted his hips, silently telling Rodney to move things along.
Rodney's thumb drifted upwards, not quite there, but it still made John groan pathetically.
"So hot," Rodney repeated, shifting to kneel between John's legs. He pushed John's thighs
further apart, then bent down to gently bite and lick at his cheeks. Okay, a little teasing,
but it was just fine, anticipation making John rock into the bed already.
"Please," John whispered, surprised at how needy he was. He'd been nervous before, but now
he just wanted. Rodney trailed a finger slowly, so fucking slowly, down his crack, and it
was like all of John's nerves lit up at once. He panted into his pillow, and then Rodney was
touching him there. Not in, not yet, just resting where no lover had ever touched him before.
He licked his dry lips, wondering what Rodney was waiting for. "You can, uh--"
"I know what I'm doing." Rodney was as smug as ever, though his voice was warm.
John was trying to come back with something witty when he just...opened. The tip of Rodney's
finger slipped in, not far, but in. Even as he thought about it, his body relaxed more,
drawing more of Rodney inside of him. It felt fucking fantastic.
"Okay?" Rodney asked quietly.
"God, yes."
Rodney chuckled, and John had to grin into his pillow, more than happy that Rodney was
getting off on getting him off.
"Hang on," Rodney said, and then his finger was gone. John might have whined. Just a
little. But then Rodney was back with the lube, slick and not cold at all, rubbing it
between his cheeks. This time, Rodney's finger slid in easily, no wait. It felt a bit
different, not as tingly, but still good.
Rodney pushed deeper, and okay, that was a little weird. He could really feel Rodney
inside him now, more than just vague sensation. Rodney pulled back, and when he pushed
back in, he used two fingers. At first it was fine, but then John started to feel the
stretch.
"Rodney," he warned, trying not to tense up.
"Does it hurt?"
"Not really." It didn't. He was wary more than anything, because every whisper he'd ever
heard said that it was supposed to hurt, but Rodney had made him promise to tell if it did
because no, it wasn't supposed to, not really, and as John relaxed most of the weirdness
faded away.
"Never mind," John said, and suddenly he found himself clenching against Rodney's fingers,
his body a step ahead of him, trying for more sensation.
He relaxed again, and then Rodney started moving. Slowly, but definitely finger-fucking him.
John ground his cock into the sheets, not quite thrusting, rolling with Rodney's motion. Then--
"Yes!"
John snapped his hips back, trying to get Rodney to do it again. Rodney pressed down, and
John groaned.
"Here, roll on your side." Rodney grunted as he flopped down beside John, his fingers still
in place. John didn't so much roll as tuck his right hip under himself so that he could get
his cock out into the open. Rodney smiled at him, a sweet, happy grin that tugged the corners
of his eyes into little joyful lines. Then he grabbed John's hand and moved it downwards.
"You can help out, you know."
They stroked his cock together. Rodney's hand was still slick--he'd apparently been
generous with the lube--and it felt incredible. John guided, starting slow, lingering
over the head, squeezing as they dragged back down.
Rodney started moving his fingers again. John felt it in his cock.
"God, Rodney," he gasped out. His eyes slid shut, and he let Rodney take over. Let him
take control of John's body. "Fuck, yeah."
Rodney bit at his shoulder, breathing hard, his hands fast and sure. John pumped his hips,
trying for more and more and more, and then it was there, starting deep and moving out, his
muscles clenching over and over around Rodney's fingers as his cock spilled all over Rodney's
other hand.
John just laid there for a good minute, mellowing out as his body shuddered and twitched
through the aftershocks. Rodney pulled out and rolled onto his back with a loud moan,
shaking out his hands.
"So, that was good, right?"
John snorted and shifted over so that he was pressed against Rodney's side, his whole body
limp and gel-like from the bliss.
Rodney shoved an arm under John's neck and pulled him closer. "Yeah, I'm good," he said, and
John swore he could hear him smirk.