This is my brain at 4 in the morning

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This is what happens when I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling at four in the morning.  This actually nagged me enough that I had to get up and write it.  It's insomnia induced so it's not my fault.  

John woke slowly, languishing in the warmth of Rodney’s body heat. Snugged up against his lover’s back, his dick twitched happily and he debated pulling away, not wanting to wake Rodney. His traitorous dick liked being wedged where it was and John had no choice but to snuggle closer, his dick hardening in agreement.

 

Rodney stirred, lifted his head enough to squint at the clock and let it drop heavily back onto his pillow. His groan was muffled, “Tell your dick it’s four in the morning.”

 

Wiggling closer, John smiled at a sleep relaxed Rodney. “My dick doesn’t care what time it is.” He leaned closer, breathing playfully in Rodney’s ear as he rubbed against him, “It just knows soft, warm Rodney butt.”

 

With a sleep muffled snort, Rodney half lifted his hand and gave John a tired wave. “Rut away.”

 

John sighed, squirming until his dick settled between Rodney’s butt cheeks and began a lazy thrusting. Rodney seemed content where he was. Either that or he’d fallen back asleep. Enjoying the unhurried pleasure of the slow build towards release, John was surprised by the intensity of his orgasm when it finally came. His whole body relaxed, forcing Rodney more onto his stomach as John sort of flopped across his back before sliding to a rest half on half off of his lover.

 

Sated and sleepy now, he barely registered Rodney’s groggy mumbling. “Now I’m soft, warm sticky butt.”

 

Chuckling, John stretched out his arm and wrapped his fingers in Rodney’s. “Go to sleep.”

 

Rodney’s fingers tightened in his and pulled their clasped hands closer to his chest and sighed before drifting back to sleep.

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I wish my brain would shut down because I'm still up and it's way past my bedtime.

Thanks! :)