Little Pegasus B thing

[thegrrrl2002]

Sometimes, Daniel just watches.

He pretends to be asleep, but actually he's watching through slitted eyes as they kiss. He likes how John cups Rodney's neck, there's something very gentle, yet possessive, about the move. John's fingertips toy with the silky hair on the back of Rodney's neck, and the hand remains in place there as John's lips brush against Rodney's jaw, delicate kisses as he works his way down Rodney's neck.

John has already figured out where the most sensitive spot is--halfway down Rodney's neck, toward the nape. His lips press firmly against skin, and Rodney's lips part, his eyes close and he makes a small noise, not too loud, because they're trying to be quiet.

Rodney reaches an arm around John's waist and pulls him up. For a moment Daniel's view of the action is blocked by John's long, narrow back. What he can see, though, is how Rodney's hand slowly folds up into a fist, as if John's touch is too exquisite to bear. Daniel wonders if he ever made Rodney feel that way. Maybe back in the beginning it was like that between them. He can't remember. Perhaps too much has happened in the intervening years. But deep down inside he knows that had it been like that for them, so intense, he wouldn't have forgotten it. Couldn't have.

All Daniel knows is that sometimes, when he looks up from his desk and realizes Jack is standing there, watching him, his own body aches and his hands want to clench, too.

The bed creaks as John leans forward, exposing his naked ass and the dark shadowed cleft. Rodney's hand unfolds, then flattens against the small of John's back, fingers spreading wide. There's a quiet gasp, pitched high and John shifts, putting his weight on one hip. Now Daniel can see more, he can see that Rodney has one of John's nipples between his thumb and forefinger. John gasps again, arching his back and pushing his chest against Rodney's hand. He mouths Rodney's neck, not quite so languid anymore. His cock isn't languid, either; it's completely erect, jutting out from between his legs.

Daniel's cock thickens at the sight, but he remains where he is, isolated under the bedcovers. He's tired, and, allowing himself a petulant moment, thinks that he'd only be a reminder to the two of them that the rest of the universe still exists.

So he watches as John guides Rodney's hand down to his cock while whispering in Rodney's ear. Daniel hears only a sibilant hint of words, but the expression on Rodney face--a combination of awe and lust and maybe even surprise--makes him suspect it was a suggestion couched in lewd terms. Rodney's hand tightens around John's cock, and then John's hand finds it's way to Rodney's lap. Negations have begun. Rodney whispers his response in John's ear, pressing his cheek against John's cheek, closing his eyes briefly at the touch. When he withdraws John follows him, rising up on his knees, his arm around Rodney's shoulders, his nose pressed against Rodney's hair and the whispering is louder this time. Rodney shakes his head but John just grins at him. Then, just as Daniel knew he would, Rodney capitulates with a small, lopsided grin of his own.

The bed rocks as the two slide off with exaggerated care. Daniel closes his eyes, in case either of them check to see if he's awake. He should go back to sleep, anyway, give them their moment. And get some much-needed rest for himself. But he can't, because the harsh breathing and soft sliding sounds demand his attention.

When he opens his eyes again he sees them on the other side of the room. Rodney is behind John, fucking him against the wall. One arm is across his chest, the other, around his waist, and he's holding on tight, as if he'd fall away if he let go. His hips move slowly and deliberately, and that's all Daniel can see without his glasses. But it's enough.

He figures he has plenty of time to decide which one he's going to fuck when they get back to bed.

Comments

[slb44.livejournal.com]

Daniel as voyeur. Works for me. ;-)

[frahulettaes.livejournal.com]

yes yes yes
v hot v hot indeed

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Yup, me too. *g*

[skater-g8r.livejournal.com]

Oooh! gosh!! O.O works for me aswell! *BFG*

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Hee! Glad you enjoyed it, sweetie!

[skater-g8r.livejournal.com]

Ooh! I did!! very much 8-))

thank you *grins*

[kageygirl.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes. Still with the hot and the guh and the ravaging of my vocabulary. I used to have words, really I did...

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

::giggles::

You flatterer, you. I'm glad this hit the right notes for you.

[mmmchelle.livejournal.com]

Very hot. I'm glad you finished it.

But your mood is sore?

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Thanks, sweetie!

Oh yes, I was sore last night. First class of the new year, and we're learning a heavy, earthy folkloric dance. It's like an aerobics routine, only with a stick (it's a saidi stickdance, so many things to think about). It'll be quite fun, once my muscles get used to the different moves.

[reedfem.livejournal.com]

You are the queen.

::worships you::

I'll go ahead and just add my own "guh" and "woo" here.

Between the fic and manips, my brain is just all melted lately.

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Melted is good. *g* A very big compliment, too. Thanks, sweetie!!

[maching-monkey.livejournal.com]

Wonderful, Grrrl. Like always. Beautifully evocative and hot. I love the touch of sadness.

Leah

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Sweetie! Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed this.