thegrrrl2002 | Utter and complete Silliness

thegrrrl2002

This is the fault of

rivier and

danvers. Written quick, probably kind of sloppy, and based on that scene in "Home".

Rodney stripped off his pants and lay on his couch wearing only his boxers and a tee-shirt. He pressed his hand over his cock.

She comes to his door, dressed in only a little yellow dress, the kind with skinny straps over the shoulder. It's low cut, exposing the gentle swell of her breast. She tosses her hair and smiles at him.

His cock twitched, as he slid hand under the waistband of his boxers with a sigh. Half-hard, and god, it's been ages since he had sex, real, genuine sex. He wrapped his fingers around it for a long, slow pull.

She smiles--full, red lips--and says, "Oh, Rodney, I'm so glad you're back--I've been waiting for you."

Rodney pulled again at his cock. Damn it, it wasn't working for him, even with the little yellow dress. He shifted restlessly, spreading his legs and cupping his balls. He knew he shouldn't go there, really, really shouldn't but...

...John leans back, draping his arm over the back chair and smiles a slow lazy smile. "The problem is, Rodney, that your electromagnetics are out of alignment."

Rodney blinks in surprise. "Really? How can you tell?" He turns back to the computer display, and doesn't hear John come up behind him. "What do you know about electromagnets?"

"Rodney," he whispers in Rodney's ear," I spent an entire summer working at the atom smasher in Texas."

"You didn't," Rodney says, astonished. He shivers in delight.

"Are you cold?" John asks solicitously. He puts an arm around Rodney's shoulders. "It is a little chilly in here."

Rodney's hand swept over his cock, his rock-hard cock and he groaned. Oh, yes, yes, this was what he needed. So good, so damn good. He stuffed another hand down inside his underwear, lifting his hips so that he could press down behind his balls while his other hand whipped along his cock. So close--

"Yes, chilly, I am a little cold, now that you mention it," Rodney tells him.

John leans close, and the heat from his body warms Rodney. "Anyway, there were imperfection in the copper tubing connected to the klystrons, and it was perturbing the waveguides something awful. You should have seen it, it was such a mess. Electrons and positrons all over the place." He waves his hand dismissively. "But I'm sure you're bored with all that."

"No, no, please tell me more," Rodney insists, plucking at John's sleeve. "I had no idea you were an expert in particle physics."

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Rodney." John cups Rodney's ass. "Listen, the Mensa meeting is due to start in ten minutes--we can spend that time talking about aligning particle waves, or we can get in a little wave action of our own." He punctuates that last sentence with a little shove of his hips, and Rodney can feel the hard cock pressing against his thigh.

"Mensa?" Rodney gasps--

--and he grabbed the head of his cock as he came, spilling out between his fingers. "Oh, yes, John," Rodney moaned, shoulders curled up off the couch. "Oh god, oh god." He stroked a few more times, drawing it out, making the pleasure last. Finally he slumps back down, closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep, images of John's wide grin dancing through his mind.