Socks

"I do not hide your socks." John should be used to Rodney's insanity by now, but somehow he isn't. Maybe it's a survival mechanism, some sort of denial. The man does look good on his knees though, grey pants stretched across his ass.

"You're trying to keep me here." That's what John thinks he said. It's hard to tell with Rodney's head under the bed.

"Which I would do, why?"

"For the same reasons you invite me over in the first place."

Rodney has a point but John isn't about to let him know that. "Uh-huh. So I invite you to my room, strip you naked and hide your socks so that I can continue to have my wicked way with you."

Sitting back on his heels, Rodney held up a sock. "Pretty much."

"Did you ever think that maybe the sock is under the bed because you were so desperate to get naked you didn't bother noticing where you were throwing them?"

He can tell Rodney is actually considering John's point when his expression turns thoughtful. A moment later, Rodney shakes his head. "You're trying to keep me here."

"If I was trying to keep you here, wouldn't I just offer you a blowjob?" Knowing he's scored a direct hit, John leans back on his elbows on the bed. "Want a blowjob?"

In a matter of seconds, Rodney is straddling him, pants open, cock already half-hard. John takes it in, feeling it get harder, longer and thicker as he sucks. Rodney's got a great cock, perfectly sized for sucking and fucking, and everything else they've been able to cook up between them.

John goes from his elbows to flat on the bed, knowing Rodney will follow, that he'll stretch out over John and work his cock in and out of John's mouth. Rodney's the only one John has ever let fuck his mouth like this, the only he ever lets just take him. He doesn't think Rodney even knows, even realizes.

Rodney's grunting as the thrusts and John can smell him, smell the sex they've already had, the sex they're going to have. Rodney's cock feels good on his tongue, on his lips, filling John with Rodney's bulk and Rodney's taste. He has to reach down, has to touch himself.

Rodney comes first and John chokes a little on the first spurt, but then he's swallowing, nice and smooth, and Rodney's groaning his name. Moving to John's side, Rodney bends forward and covers the head of John's cock with his mouth. John continues to touch himself, jerking off into wet heat and sweet suction, burying his free hand in Rodney's hair as though he was really holding him in place.

When John comes, Rodney swallows greedily, taking spurt after spurt, leaving John wishing he had more to give him.

A gentle kiss and Rodney rises from the bed, buttons himself up and begins looking for his other sock. John rests his hands comfortably behind his head and relaxes, because there is no way Rodney will find the other one.