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Title: Better than Disneyland
Pairing: Lorne/Shepard
Word Count: 187
Rating: Adult
Summary: the boys cut loose
Warning Just the male sex part
Disclaimer: If they belonged to me, Lorne's name would be Marcus, John would always wear leather, and there'd be lots more kissing.
Prompt: October 1st challenge
John cringed as Lorne put the Puddlejumper through yet another tight series of turns and switchbacks. He keyed his earpiece and cleared his throat.
“Uh, Major? That was a little close, doncha think?”
“You did say to test its capabilities, didn’t you?”
“Yeah,” John replied from the relative safety of his own jumper, “but remember there’s a limited supply of these things, you know?”
“So, do you wanna race or not?”
“Did you even hear me?”
“I think you’re chicken,” Lorne taunted.
“Fine,” John sighed.
The display on his jumper came to life and the ship rose to follow Lorne’s. Within seconds the two alien craft were streaking across the treetops of the mainland. Lorne pressed his advantage and turned the ship hard, heading back for their origin point but John, the superior pilot, cut under him and came up on the inside of the turn and just ahead as they passed the shoreline.
&&&&&&&&&&&&
John’s skin slid across Evan’s slickly, kneeling between Evan’s legs and draping them over his shoulders. He pushed himself into Evan’s body slowly.
“Winner tops,” John grinned.
“Double or nothing tomorrow?” Lorne gasped.
“You’re on!”
Pairing: Lorne/Shepard
Word Count: 187
Rating: Adult
Summary: the boys cut loose
Warning Just the male sex part
Disclaimer: If they belonged to me, Lorne's name would be Marcus, John would always wear leather, and there'd be lots more kissing.
Prompt: October 1st challenge
John cringed as Lorne put the Puddlejumper through yet another tight series of turns and switchbacks. He keyed his earpiece and cleared his throat.
“Uh, Major? That was a little close, doncha think?”
“You did say to test its capabilities, didn’t you?”
“Yeah,” John replied from the relative safety of his own jumper, “but remember there’s a limited supply of these things, you know?”
“So, do you wanna race or not?”
“Did you even hear me?”
“I think you’re chicken,” Lorne taunted.
“Fine,” John sighed.
The display on his jumper came to life and the ship rose to follow Lorne’s. Within seconds the two alien craft were streaking across the treetops of the mainland. Lorne pressed his advantage and turned the ship hard, heading back for their origin point but John, the superior pilot, cut under him and came up on the inside of the turn and just ahead as they passed the shoreline.
&&&&&&&&&&&&
John’s skin slid across Evan’s slickly, kneeling between Evan’s legs and draping them over his shoulders. He pushed himself into Evan’s body slowly.
“Winner tops,” John grinned.
“Double or nothing tomorrow?” Lorne gasped.
“You’re on!”