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07/29/2007: "SGA Fic: Against a wall, with some kissing (Lorne/Parrish, NC-17)"
Title: Against a wall, with some kissing
Pairing: Lorne/Parrish
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Major Lorne is direct (while looking up synonyms for 'direct' as a potential title, 'man-to-man', 'explicit', 'straight', and 'bald' were all thesaurus suggestions. Thus, the crack summary could be: Major Lorne's straight-up, explicit, man-to-man, bald-faced sexing).
Notes: So many thanks to ozsaur for beta work! And she introducted me to google docs&spreadsheets for online, realtime beta work. Awesome!
Major Lorne is direct, straightforward. He gets to the point, and deals with a situation without fuss or show. It's handy when someone is shooting at them, or tracking them, or talking too much and trying to bluff the team.
It turns out it's also really, really useful when it comes to sex.
"I didn't know," David says, already breathing hard, "that you were into this kind of thing."
Lorne's mouth is on David's neck, hands pushing his hips against the wall. He laughs, a brief huff against David's skin, and one hand slides down to cup David's cock through the soft leather of his Athosian-made pants. David's hips jerk forward and Lorne's hand tightens, starts a rhythm of rubbing and squeezing that leaves David's mouth slack, and his fingers scrambling to undo Lorne's pants.
The ties slip away easily enough, and David pushes the pants open just as Lorne's mouth brushes against his own.
"Hey," Lorne murmurs.
He sounds like he's about to ask a question, but David doesn't want to answer questions. He opens his mouth, one hand moving to curve behind Lorne's head, and pulls him close, tongue tracing a brief line along Lorne's upper lip before pushing inside. Kissing, David can't remember the last time he kissed like this – hard mouth against his, so focussed. Messy kisses mix up with the scrape of teeth and the way Lorne just takes what he wants. David's fingers clench, sliding against short hair, and he keeps Lorne pulled close.
It's no surprise that Lorne is a great kisser, as confident at it as he seems to be in most things. And it's not just the kissing. Lorne tucks his body in close, hips flush and pressing almost too hard, the stiff line of his cock nudging against David.
It's like this for a long time – the slick, wet sounds of their mouths against each other, the way Lorne holds David's hips still, keeping him steady while Lorne grinds against him. Lorne's pants are undone. He's pressed in so tight that David can't do much about it though, other than slide his hand down the back of his pants, squeezing Lorne's ass and scratching his fingers hard at the base of Lorne's spine. When Lorne's mouth slides across David's jaw and back down his neck, David groans, already missing the kissing, but glad for the chance to breathe, to clear his head a little. Lorne is holding him loosely now, loose enough that David could probably pull away and turn Lorne so that he's the one pressed up against the wall. But he likes it like this, held against the cool, smooth wall.
Lorne licks at the base of his throat, teeth biting enough that David knows he's leaving tiny marks. It feels like every nerve ending is caught in the line between Lorne's teeth at his throat, and Lorne's cock pressed up against his. David lets it wash over him, heat and sensation and need. He can imagine what it would be like, if he unbalanced Lorne now, twisting and pushing him, changing their positions. Lorne, lips flushed from kissing, hair messed from David's hand, watching as David guides him back and drops to his knees.
The thought of it makes him grunt, his hips bucking against Lorne, harder than before, and Lorne must pick up on the change in tone, the urgency. He pulls back, with a wet slide, his eyes narrowed slightly. "Fuck," he says, almost hoarse. Then his mouth twists, a half-smirk, and he's undoing David's pants, every brush of his fingers a tease that leaves David's hips rolling.
"Is this what you want?" Lorne asks, low and rough, a vibration against David's neck. His fingers wrap around David's cock as he asks, and David bites his lip.
Jesus, what doesn't he want? He wants Lorne on his knees, sucking him off, mouth drawing him in, eager and fast.
"Yeah?" Lorne asks, and David knows he's gone, so far gone, if he's saying these things aloud. "What else?" He's not moving his hand much now, just rubbing lightly against David's hip.
"I –" he starts, gasping when Lorne bites at his collarbone, over the shirt. His fingers clench, and Lorne bites again. "Fucking. Face down." Lorne twists his hand and David stops thinking, starts babbling. "Hard," he says, and "anything," and "please."
Lorne stops teasing, moving away enough to pull down their pants, and then it's slick skin, hips and belly, sweat, and fuck, yes cock against his, a stuttering rhythm that changes to a slide, the perfect glide of cock next to cock, and David's clenching Lorne's hips, then his biceps, and wanting something more.
"Harder," he says, but Lorne just grunts and slows down, long, luxurious thrusts of his hips that maybe should take the edge off, pull David back from coming, but instead ratchets it up, and he pulls Lorne's head up, kisses him hard – sweat and salt – and comes.
Lorne's mouth softens, and his hips roll, once, twice, pulling David through the aftershocks, and then he comes, wet and hot and perfect, all over David's belly.
They stay like that – slumped against each other, until David's knees waver. He slides down, pulling Lorne down with him, a tangled mess on the cool floor. "That was unexpected, Major," David says, glancing sideways. Lorne's eyes are closed, his skin flushed. He's still wearing his shirt, the rough homespun cloth that he wears on the missions when they have to be less conspicuous.
David wants to kick his boots off, untangle his legs from his pants, drag Lorne over to the bed, and get that shirt off him. And he will, just as soon as he catches his breath.
"I've noticed you watching me." Lorne turns his head towards David, grinning. "And I really like those pants."
End
