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Title//Guilty Pleasure
Author//
kyrieane
Pairing//John/Imaginary-Rodney
Fandom//Stargate:SGA
Rating//Adult. Pr0n for the rest of you.
Summary//Written for
slashthedrabble’s 67th challenge, secrets. John has one.
Disclaimer//Standard applies. When that changes, you’ll be the first to know.
Lying in the dark with all the lights turned off and the windows blacked out and the door locked and the sheets kicked down to the foot of the bed. His secret pleasure, his guilty pleasure. With the lights turned off, John could imagine Rodney watching as he jacked off, picture Rodney’s hand moving just as fast or just as slow as John’s.
John made himself be quiet, not wanting to miss imaginary-Rodney’s babbled orders, because even from across the room, Rodney would demand to be in charge. So John imagined that Rodney said faster and harder and oh yeah, fuck, just like that John so that John could do those things when he wanted. Imaginary-Rodney would tell him to pinch his nipples and spread his thighs and tug on his balls. And when imaginary-Rodney told him c’mon, yeah, slick your fingers John, show me how to fuck you, John stuck his fingers in his mouth then finger fucked himself until both he and imaginary-Rodney came.
Imaginary-Rodney always left at this point, dissolving back into the shadows that John had conjured him from, and John hated that there were just some secrets that had to be kept.
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Pairing//John/Imaginary-Rodney
Fandom//Stargate:SGA
Rating//Adult. Pr0n for the rest of you.
Summary//Written for
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Disclaimer//Standard applies. When that changes, you’ll be the first to know.
Lying in the dark with all the lights turned off and the windows blacked out and the door locked and the sheets kicked down to the foot of the bed. His secret pleasure, his guilty pleasure. With the lights turned off, John could imagine Rodney watching as he jacked off, picture Rodney’s hand moving just as fast or just as slow as John’s.
John made himself be quiet, not wanting to miss imaginary-Rodney’s babbled orders, because even from across the room, Rodney would demand to be in charge. So John imagined that Rodney said faster and harder and oh yeah, fuck, just like that John so that John could do those things when he wanted. Imaginary-Rodney would tell him to pinch his nipples and spread his thighs and tug on his balls. And when imaginary-Rodney told him c’mon, yeah, slick your fingers John, show me how to fuck you, John stuck his fingers in his mouth then finger fucked himself until both he and imaginary-Rodney came.
Imaginary-Rodney always left at this point, dissolving back into the shadows that John had conjured him from, and John hated that there were just some secrets that had to be kept.
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