Mirror, Mirror

This had been one of John's better ideas. "Slow," he said, "do it slow."

"I am. Glaciers are melting faster."

"Please," John whispered, getting a muttered 'fine' in answer. This time Rodney drew back almost painfully slowly, and John watched it all in Technicolor in the mirror above them. Watched as Rodney's glorious ass rounded and filled, watched as the muscles flexed when Rodney pushed back in, cheeks hollowing as he went deep.

John trailed his fingers down along Rodney's crease, watching himself caress Rodney as Rodney fucked him, slowly and perfectly. Tilting his hips, John tried to get him deeper. He needed longer arms, needed to be able to reach Rodney's hole, to rub it, to watch himself rub it. Or a dildo, a slim black dildo, he could hold at Rodney's entrance, so that when Rodney drew back he'd slide onto it. He'd love to see that. Any view of Rodney's ass was a good view.

Too good. He was getting close and he lifted his hips, wanting to take Rodney with him.

***

"I can't believe you dragged me to the middle of nowhere so you could watch my ass in the mirror," Rodney said in his post-coital bitching tone which was softer than his regular bitching tone.

"Watch your ass while you fucked me."

"I stand corrected."

"You're lying down."

"Nothing gets by you." Rodney lifted his head from John's chest. "If you got to indulge your kinky fantasies I should get to, too."

John ignored the flutter in his stomach. "Sure."

***

Rodney's chin was digging into his shoulder, but that was minor considering he was laying on top of Rodney, forced to watch while Rodney touched him, big hands going everywhere. Rodney's cock was resting in the space between his cheeks and he still felt slick from Rodney's come.

Rodney was playing with John's nipples, brushing his fingers across them, giving them a playful squeeze. Every one of Rodney's touches was going straight to his cock.

Leaving one nipple alone, Rodney ran his fingers through John's chest hair. John watched his own hair curling around Rodney's fingers. He could see the edges of Rodney's shoulders peaking out from under his and he could see Rodney's arms, could watch the muscles in them move as Rodney touched him.

Prompt: Earth

Rodney moved his hand lower, his fingertips dancing with the edges of John's pubic hair, staying well away from John's cock. John closed his eyes. He wanted to watch Rodney get him off, see his biceps flex as he stroked.

When Rodney's other hand slid lower, over his hip to trace the crease between thigh and groin, one finger lightly nudging a ball, John opened his eyes. In the mirror, his gaze locked on Rodney's. "Please."

Finally Rodney touched his cock, running the flats of his fingers up the underside.

Balling his hands into fists, Rodney rested them on the bed. "Your turn." Rodney's voice was hoarse in a way John had never heard before.

Slowly lifting his hands, John curled the right one around his cock and stroked all the way to the head. Feeling Rodney's gaze reflected back at him, he did it again and again, steady but slow, teasing them both. His legs were on the outside of Rodney's, spreading him, showing them both everything, cock and balls, part of his ass. He couldn't have been more exposed if he'd tried. He should've known Mr. Piņata would want this.

Should have known he'd give it to him.

With his free hand John rubbed his stomach before sliding his hand upward to tease his own nipples, gratified when he heard Rodney groan.

He started stroking faster, harder, getting himself off, doing it for Rodney.

Rodney wrapped an arm around his waist cupping John's balls with his other hand. Rodney holding him looked as good as it felt. There was something about having the most vulnerable part of him safe in Rodney's strong hand that always made John a little wild and he began lifting his hips, pushing himself into his own hand, rubbing Rodney's cock as he moved.

He kept his eyes open when he came, watching himself, watching Rodney watch him, shaking and sputtering, completely exposed. As soon as it was over he rolled onto his stomach, somehow managing to stay mostly on Rodney and pressed his mouth to Rodney's, hungry and needful.

There had to be some way for him to look in that mirror while blowing Rodney. Had to be.