Insomnia

by Merlin7

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asm/merlin7/insomnia.php
Summary: Rodney can't sleep. He wants sex

'John.'

'Rodney.'

Rodney sighed. 'I'm horny.'

John shifted beneath the blankets then went still again. 'Yay for you.'

Rodney sighed again then poked John with a finger. He got a muffled grunt for his efforts so he poked again.

'Stop that!' John groused, shifting away.

'I'm horny,' Rodney repeated.

It was John's turn to sigh. 'So?'

Rodney poked him again. 'Do something about it.' His tone was both peeved and demanding.

John's hand moved under the blanket. He found Rodney's hand and shifted it down to Rodney's crotch. 'You do something about it. I'm sleeping.' That said, he rolled over so his back was to Rodney.

'I want you to do something about it. It's your fault I'm horny,' Rodney groused.

'Sleeping here.' John's voice was muffled into the pillow.

Rodney scooted into him, pressing against John's back, letting his hand slide down John's buttocks. 'Can I fuck you?'

John wiggled, trying to squirm away but gave up when a heavy arm snaked around his waist and drew him back. 'Rodney..' he whined.

'Please..I want to fuck you.' Rodney begged, his mouth pressed to John's ear.

'I want to sleep.' John's voice deepened into a seductive plea.

Rodney shuddered in reaction and ran his hand down John's flat stomach to curl around his cock. 'I'll blow you afterwards,' he promised. 'The mother of all blow jobs.'

A shudder rippled through John and he pressed back against Rodney. 'You can fuck me if I don't have to move.'

'I can do that.' Eagerness made Rodney's voice hoarse. He leaned over John, pressing him into the mattress, so that he could reach the tube of lube that was on the stand next to John's side of the bed. Lube in hand, Rodney eased back so he could slick the fingers of his right hand, then he moved them to John's ass, letting one glide between the muscled cheeks. Slowly he pushed in, pushing past the momentary resistance. Then he crooked his finger, finding that special place inside of John.

'Shit!' John's entire body jolted in reaction. He glared over his shoulder at Rodney. 'I hate you!'

Rodney snorted. 'Liar.' He eased another finger in, still brushing the sensitive spot until John was quivering.

Face once again muffled in the pillow, John hissed, 'You suck!'

'Yes, I do.' Rodney proved it by leaning in to suck a red spot onto John's smooth skin at the nape of his neck. Another finger inside, scissoring, and Rodney knew JOhn was ready. He pulled them out, slicked his aching cock then shifted so he could guide himself inside the tight heat. He did so slowly, despite how ready he was. Rodney wanted to savor this moment, as always.

'Rodney.' John made it sound like three syllables instead of two. His body shuddered then his hips thrust backwards.

Rodney wrapped one arm around John's waist as he spooned himself in closer to the strong back. 'God..you feel...so...damn...good.' A grunt stuttered between each word.

John was panting now. 'You don't believe in god, remember? And I wanted to sleep. I'm not...not sleeping.'

'You can sleep later.' Rodney began to move, slow draw out, slower push in. John's body was amazingly receptive to his. His hand had been splayed across the flat stomach but now he slid it down, fingers wrapping around John's cock. Pressing his lips to John's ear, Rodney whispered, 'How about I jerk you off now and save the spectacular blow job for morning?' He already knew what John's answer would be.

'I really REALLY hate you!' John snapped, but the effectiveness was lost when his last word slid into a moan.

Rodney stroked John's hard flesh, knowing the perfect rythmn and it wasn't long before warm wetness coated his fingers. Then it was Rodney's turn to moan. Not only was John clenching down around Rodney's cock, as he rode out his orgasm, but he had gripped Rodney's slicked hand and was now licking off his own come. That was more than enough to trigger Rodney's own explosion. He was pretty sure he saw stars before drifting back down to earth.

John had shifted enough to look at him, but not enough to expel Rodney from his body. 'Do not forget the blow job in the morning,' he stated.

'Huh?' Rodney meant *sure, no problem*, but he was finding it hard to vocalize right now. His tongue felt thick and his brain was pretty much melting out his ears.

'I'm going to clean up then sleep,' John continued, as if Rodney had actually made sense.

Rodney watched him pull away, almost yelping as his sensitive cock slid out of John's warmth. He admired the view though a hazy gaze as John headed for the bathroom. He didn't move until a damp towel hit him in the face. Rodney rolled onto his back to wipe himself down, then frowned as John spread another towel, a dry one, beside him.

Pointing to the towel, John stated, 'You get the wet spot.' That said he climbed back into bed, drew the covers over them both, then turned on his side with his back to Rodney.

'You liked it,' Rodney purred, ignoring the way the towel bunched as he spooned himself against John's back.

'Go to sleep.' It was an order.

Rodney closed his eyes and settled in, but he still heard John whisper,

'Yeah.'

THE END