thegrrrl2002 | I was poking around at my files...

thegrrrl2002

and found this tucked away. I don't think I ever posted it. (Man, will I be embarrassed if I did!) Just some mindless, sleepy morning porn, so I futzed around with it and decided to post it.

And, BTW, yes, I am very bored at work today. Bored, bored, bored. Is it lunchtime yet?

Wonderful

Rodney woke to find he was sharing his bed with a life-sucking monster.

Or, more precisely, a nipple-sucking monster.

"John," he moaned, only it came out as "mmmnnnn" since he was more asleep than awake. It was much too early for such things, but John didn't seem to notice or care. He ignored Rodney's pitiful noise and continued to lick and suck his way across Rodney's chest, and began to torment the other nipple, which had been lying there quietly hoping not to attract any attention.

Much like Rodney himself.

Rodney hoped that if he pretended to be asleep John would give up and go back to sleep himself. Although, even in his pre-coffee state of mind he knew it was a ludicrous idea, but combined with precious little sleep it was the only tactic his exhausted mind could come up with. All he wanted was sleep. Nice, soothing, peaceful sleep.

However, the reason for his lack of sleep apparently wasn't discouraged at all. At least his tongue wasn't, and those lips, either. Very nice, wide-awake lips, working their way across his chest, and a bed-warm body pressing up close--

"Oh," Rodney sighed, as John gently bit down. It wasn't exactly the way to go about discouraging him, though. "John," Rodney said again, and this time it was closer to being an actual word.

John answered with low questioning noise deep in his throat.

"Sleeping," Rodney complained, turning his face into the pillow.

A noise that sounded suspiciously like a snort, and John's hand wandered down to squeeze the one part of Rodney that definitely was *not* sleeping.

"Well, sort of. Because last night, not so much." Rodney opened his eyes to watch as John nuzzled his way down. Eyes closed, hair disheveled, John looked drowsy and deceptively sweet as he kissed his way across Rodney's ribs. But Rodney knew better. The muscles in John's shoulders flexed as he moved lower, and Rodney most certainly remembered, quite vividly, how good it felt to grab hold of those shoulders while getting fucked hard and fast, god, his ass ached but it had been a glorious night, full of heat and hunger and the sheer wonder of being alive.

Wonder that had apparently spilled over to the morning, not that Rodney really minded as John's fingers teased along the inside of his thigh. "Okay, you just go on, then," he said, magnanimously.

A quiet chuckle and John nosed Rodney's stomach, all warm breath and beard-roughened skin. Growing impatient, Rodney wriggled his hips and waited for John to work his way further down, but John seemed to be oddly preoccupied with his stomach, covering it with tiny, nibbling kisses that almost tickled. "John," Rodney said yet again, because clearly, John had lost sight of the fact that his cock was indeed awake and interested,

John shifted his weight, pushing the blankets away, and Rodney took an anticipatory breath, expecting the delicious warmth of John's mouth. But John merely curled up on his side and rested his head on Rodney's stomach, facing Rodney's groin. While Rodney appreciated lovely view of John's long, long back, and of the little patch of dark hair shadowing the slope just above his ass, all softly visible in gray morning light--yes, it was a pretty sight, but still, if John had wakened him with all the nippling sucking under false pretenses and what the heck was John fussing with now?

Then he heard a snap--the lid from the bottle of mineral oil. "Oooh," Rodney sighed, head falling back on his pillow as cool drops trickled down the side of his overheated cock. "Oh, okay, good. It's good," he said.

Chuckling, John stroked down the length of Rodney's shaft, spreading the oil all around, and then slowly, very slowly, worked his hand back up again, rubbing his palm across the head.

Rodney whimpered, convinced that John was the most wonderful person in the world to wake up to.

Fist tightening around his cock before sliding down again and Rodney was in heaven, spread his legs and moaning as John continued on down to cup his balls, tugging them gently.

"Oh, John," Rodney murmured. He touched John's back, fingertips skimming along his shoulders and neck, then burying themselves in that wayward hair. John was the most wonderful person who ever lived, and he continued to pump Rodney's cock, slow and steady, and if John were any more slowly wonderful Rodney might just pass out. He jerked his hips, thrusting them in a vain attempt to speed up the wonderfulness but John merely moved his hand with it, negating any friction whatsoever and causing Rodney's eager whimper to transform into an embarrassing whine.

"Jooohn," Rodney said, wondering just when his vocabulary became so limited. His body ached, and he needed, so held still, because he wasn't stupid. John started moving his hand again, thank god. Raising his head, all Rodney could see was John, a heavy weight on his stomach, but that was oddly nice, grounding him. He could see John's shoulder working as he pumped his hand, and he shivered a little at the realization that John was watching his cock, watching his own hand slide up and down.

Head falling back, mouth open and panting, Rodney's hands twisted the sheets. And still John took his time, moving up and down, no hurry at all, pausing in between movements. As if he planned to do it for hours.

It felt like hours. Rodney reached that edge, that shuddery, trembling edge of climax where he was hanging on by his fingertips, where control seeped away and the world ceased to exist. The only thing left was the weight on his stomach, and the next movement, whether a slow sweep up, or a gentle glide down, and Rodney really thought he might actually die from such wonderfulness.

Then John did something more, an extra squeeze, and extra twist, and just like that, Rodney came, his hands scrabbling along John's shoulders, gasping John's name through the intense, bone-melting pleasure. John wrung every last bit of pleasure from him, until Rodney grabbed at his arm, begging him to stop. "Oh god, oh god, you're so good at that, you're wonderful, you really are," Rodney babbled as he sank back into the bed.

"Uh huh," John agreed, kissing Rodney's stomach. He pressed his cheek to it and then, with a content sigh, relaxed, hand still clutching Rodney's cock.

Rodney blinked, rubbed his face, then stretched his arms out over his head. He let himself drift, blankly happy and content, come trickling down his thigh. He waited but John stayed where he was, a heavy, sleepy weight. Rodney reached out and petted John's hair, and John gave his softening cock a gentle squeeze in return. Still, he didn't shift, didn't lift his head, didn't crawl up to poke Rodney with an expectant cock, ready to do everything that they had done the night before all over again. Instead his breathing grew deep and regular, and if Rodney didn't know better, he'd think John was drifting back to sleep, hand still curled loosely around his soft, wet cock.

"John?" Rodney whispered, and received an unintelligible sigh in return. With a smile, Rodney reached for the bedcovers, pulling them up over John's back.

There was still plenty of morning left. Rodney decided to let John sleep a while, before demonstrating just how wonderful he could be, too.