"Oh yeah. Piece of cake." Holding his unfastened pants up with one hand, John rubbed his limp cock steadily with the other, willing it to get hard.
"It's not going in the mission report, is it?"
"No way. I don't see how jerking off all over the Holy Seed Stone is anyone's business but our own." John shifted his weight, his shoulder brushing Rodney's.
Rodney jerked away from his touch. "It will be worth it, when they welcome us into the chamber. Right?" He sounded uncertain.
"Right."
John squeezed his cock, then tugged it before stroking with renewed determination. At least the Guardians were keeping a polite distance behind them at the edge of the field. But still, it was a pretty damn strange situation, and not one particularly conducive getting off and getting come all over the large stone looming in the darkness before them. Although--he stole a glance at Rodney, and despite the darkness he could see Rodney's arm moving steadily and the thought that Rodney had his hand on his cock, too, made John's cock perk up a little, but not a whole heck of a lot.
After a moment of silent stroking Rodney let out a sigh. "This isn't working."
John stilled his hand. "No, not really."
"I can't--I can't focus. It's all too weird. We're never going to get into that chamber," Rodney said in a mournful voice.
"You know, they didn't say that we couldn't help each other out."
"What?"
John winced at Rodney's tone. It was a stupid thing to suggest, because Rodney was as straight a man as John had ever met. With a forced huff of laughter, John said, "Just trying to come up with ways to make this work."
"And you're suggesting...what?"
"I was just thinking we might," John hesitated, then forged ahead, because he knew Rodney wasn't the type to let it go. "Well, it's always more interesting when someone else is doing it for you."
"Oh. Huh." After a thoughtful pause, Rodney added, "Good point."
Part I (This one kind of got away from me. *g*)
"Oh yeah. Piece of cake." Holding his unfastened pants up with one hand, John rubbed his limp cock steadily with the other, willing it to get hard.
"It's not going in the mission report, is it?"
"No way. I don't see how jerking off all over the Holy Seed Stone is anyone's business but our own." John shifted his weight, his shoulder brushing Rodney's.
Rodney jerked away from his touch. "It will be worth it, when they welcome us into the chamber. Right?" He sounded uncertain.
"Right."
John squeezed his cock, then tugged it before stroking with renewed determination. At least the Guardians were keeping a polite distance behind them at the edge of the field. But still, it was a pretty damn strange situation, and not one particularly conducive getting off and getting come all over the large stone looming in the darkness before them. Although--he stole a glance at Rodney, and despite the darkness he could see Rodney's arm moving steadily and the thought that Rodney had his hand on his cock, too, made John's cock perk up a little, but not a whole heck of a lot.
After a moment of silent stroking Rodney let out a sigh. "This isn't working."
John stilled his hand. "No, not really."
"I can't--I can't focus. It's all too weird. We're never going to get into that chamber," Rodney said in a mournful voice.
"You know, they didn't say that we couldn't help each other out."
"What?"
John winced at Rodney's tone. It was a stupid thing to suggest, because Rodney was as straight a man as John had ever met. With a forced huff of laughter, John said, "Just trying to come up with ways to make this work."
"And you're suggesting...what?"
"I was just thinking we might," John hesitated, then forged ahead, because he knew Rodney wasn't the type to let it go. "Well, it's always more interesting when someone else is doing it for you."
"Oh. Huh." After a thoughtful pause, Rodney added, "Good point."