Pulp Friction by vida_boheme

Title: Pulp Friction
Author:vida_boheme
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1496
Warnings: Title pun of DOOM. Epon abuse.
Summary: It was almost Pavlovian now; Rodney only had to see an Epon and he could feel the surge of arousal and the flush of his cheeks as he imagined John sucking down on that sweet flesh.
Notes: Comment fic Inspired by melagan and posted in her Blowjob Friday entry here.

The pink lipstick thing? Oh that was easily explained... the simple run-of-the-mill fascination of almost any man who's libido had kicked in with a vengeance somewhere around 1980. The teenage torment of being surrounded by all those pearly painted pouts that never gave you the time of day, let alone a second glance. Oh, the nights he'd gone home and fantasised about them. He'd always wondered if it tasted as sweet as it looked, like cupcake frosting just waiting to be licked, or how it would feel as he slipped across it and pushed into a warm and welcoming mouth.

The thing with Sheppard's mouth? Three weeks ago; the first trip out to M7X-172.

The Tettens had been welcoming - which, frankly, was always a nice surprise - and the team had been offered cool spring water and bowls of the local fruit (a small, pulpy, watermelon thing) as they sat in the shade of the Metan's open-sided tent to escape the heat of midday. Rodney let the others taste first, then after their enthusiastic urging had tucked in for himself. It was delicious, for fruit.

The real surprise had been Sheppard; Sheppard just couldn't get enough of that fruit.

At first the fascination had been in watching John finally show an appetite for anything as he slurped the sweet red goo out of the pulpy halves of rind, but It was the third fruit that did it; the gleaming red juice had coated Sheppard's mouth with a rosy glaze, and as he flicked his tongue across his bottom lip to catch the last trace of sweet flesh, his mouth was mesmerising. Jesus, how had Rodney not noticed before? Not noticed that John's mouth was just a reddened curvaceous invitation to sin? That his bottom lip practically had 'cock-pillow' written all over it...

They'd arrived back through the gate with a new ally, and baskets full of those juicy red Epons.

And so the torture had begun - the seemingly endless situations where Sheppard would snack on a juicy-sweet Epon as they watched the latest Dr Who, or while he sat in the lab on light-switch duty, or (even worse) in the heaving mess hall at lunch. Rodney couldn't escape the impact that shiny red pout was having on his libido, even in his dreams. It was almost Pavlovian now; Rodney only had to see an Epon and he could feel the surge of arousal and the flush of his cheeks as he imagined John sucking down on that sweet flesh. He knew it was only a matter of time before somebody noticed.

So, when Sheppard (settled down beside Rodney on the bed, with Torchwood in the laptop) reached into his pocket, pulled out three Epon fruit and placed them on his lap, well, Rodney knew he was going to explode one way or another.

"What IS it with you and that fruit?" Rodney spluttered, "that much fibre cannot be healthy, seriously, Sheppard, you must have a cast iron stomach - not to mention a Teflon ass.. I mean really..."

"Woah, buddy, no need to get worked up over it, " John drawled, as he pressed his thumbs into the dip at the top of the Epon and pulled the flesh open to lick at the pulpy juice inside, slurping it down.

"I'm merely pointing out a fact, I am not 'worked up' as you so.." Rodney stopped dead, suddenly aware that Sheppard was staring at the all-too-obvious bulge in Rodney's BDUs. He could feel the glance like a slowly stroking fingertip as it travelled up from his crotch until John was looking into his eyes and his red, shiny mouth was whispering, "No need to get worked up, McKay, I'm willing to share.You only had to ask"

Rodney thought his heart was going to pound out through his chest as felt John's hands on his jawline, those sticky lips press against his and a sweet hot tongue slip into his mouth with a burst of flavour. Jesus, those lips... John's lips so, just so... Then John pulled back and with a wicked glint in his eye, asked, "Would you like to share another?"

Rodney was speechless for the first time in his life. He nodded shakily and the only thought hurtling through his brain was 'oh god. Oh god. Please don't let this be another dream'

And then it was all rushing by so fast: kissing and stroking and John pulling Rodney's clothes off as he lay there, practically stunned and utterly transfixed by John shrugging of his own clothes ("No point in getting anything but these sheets messy...") before joining him back on the bed.

John was straddling his thighs and Rodney could feel the hard length of his cock resting against Rodney's own as he sprawled back against the headboard...and..no, seriously, this was just a sex dream. Had to be.

"Rodney?" John's voice was suddenly quiet and as serious as the doubt Rodney could see in his eyes. "Are you okay, because we don't have to.."

John never finished the sentence, as reality dawned and Rodney pulled John forward to meet his lips and whispered, "Oh no, don't you dare think about leaving now, Sheppard, or I will end you."

John raised an eyebrow. "I guess you're the wrong sort of Doctor for a good bedside manner.."

"Har, har. Now, where were we?"

And god that mouth against his was amazing. Rodney was lost in the plush soft lips and then the rasp of bristle as John kissed along his neck and down his chest before suddenly stopping. Rodney was just about to open his eyes and say, "Don't stop" when he was startled by the wet slip of something oozing down his chest . He looked, and there was the pulpy Epon in John's hands... and Rodney watched as John squeezed the skin and poured the sweet red goo down Rodney's chest to slide over his cock and pool in his lap. Then John threw the rind down, picked up the last Epon and pulled it apart - casually squeezing one half onto Rodney while he slurped down the second.

And then those hot shiny lips were on Rodney's thigh and that hot, hot tongue was trailing it's way up to Rodney's balls lapping the juice from his skin until he was almost insane with want, needing to feel that mouth on him, desperate to slide between John's lips.

He threaded his fingers through John's hair and pulled gently to get John to look up. He traced his hand down John's cheek and swept the pad of his thumb across the sheen of those lips. Rodney could hear the want in in his own quavering voice as he looked into John's eyes and said quietly, "Can I?"

John neither answered, nor nodded, he just pulled Rodney's hand and placed it back on his head, then let his mouth drop open in invitation as he knelt over Rodney's legs. Jesus. For one moment Rodney thought he was going to come just from that.

Rodney held the weight of his cock in his left hand and guided John's mouth down to meet it with his right, slipping into the warmth and feeling John lick and swirl and suck the Epon juice from the head. John didn't move, though, He looked up into Rodney's eyes and waited.

It took a moment for Rodney to realise what John wanted, and then he couldn't suppress a low shuddering groan as he finally understood and took control by curling his hand firmly in John's wild hair and pushing his head down to slide John's mouth along his cock. Jesus, it was everything he could have - had - imagined.

Better, even.

John only moved as he was guided, and the way he sealed those plush lips around Rodney's firm flesh - that hot, wet, suction - was enough to drive Rodney beyond the worry of losing control and into pure pleasure. He pulled John's head down and thrust up to meet it, watching John's eyes fall shut in bliss and feeling the gentle happy hum in the back of John's throat. It seemed like John increased the suction with every pass, over and over until Rodney could feel the building pleasure winding so tight and he pushed up to meet John's descending mouth, feeling the head push into John's throat, the convulsive spasming tightening around his cock and tipping him over into an orgasm that made him shake and that seemed to last forever.

Rodney was lost for a moment, and then aware of John's weight on top of him, his mouth whispering Rodney's name against his neck, the hot swell of John's cock rubbing along the sticky Epon-coated crease of Rodney's thigh. He pulled John's mouth to his, thrusting his tongue inside and swallowing the sounds John made as he pushed against Rodney, feeling the hot pulse against his skin as John stilled and shivered and came.
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