Author: Karolyn Gray <kmgray3@aol.com>
ScifiBB/Chat Handle: Gray3
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: John (solo)
Type: m, masturbation
Synopsis: John takes matters into his own hands
Type: Vignette
Spoilers: None.
Archiving: Yes
Disclaimers: All Farscape names, characters and other related indicia are the property of Jim Henson Productions, Hallmark Entertainment, Nine Networks, the Scifi Channel and all associated parties. No copyright infringement is intended.
Note: All of the Sexscape stories are not intended to be related. They're just supposed to be general tidbits of smut and slash I decided to write that didn't fit anywhere else. Most are PWP.
This particular piece makes a bit more sense if you read "Never a Break" and "Watchful Eyes of a Human" first, but aren't necessary.
"...dead. I am so fucking dead. Oh, God she..." John's voice trailed off as he could feel his already considerable erection harden even more at the vivid memory of Aeryn with her head thrown back, moaning in pleasure, as she climaxed. Shaking his head, he stripped off his shirt and shorts, tossing them carelessly away figuring that if Aeryn intended to kill him for what he'd seen he'd already be dead.
He flopped onto his back on the bed lying there with visions of Aeryn's passionate face running through his head. His imagination quickly took over, replacing Aeryn's hands caressing her body with that of his owns, his lips and tongue delving into her humid depths instead of her slim fingers.
He sighed in frustration at the inevitability of the situation. "You are having far too much fun at my expense." He muttered to the universe at large.
Replaying what he had seen in the communal shower minutes ago, he slowly began to rub his hands along his torso, stopping momentarily to tease his nipples before continuing further down his stomach. He slowly trailed his fingers over his abdomen following the thin path of hair there as he imagined it was Aeryn's hand-- better still, Aeryn's tongue! He shivered in growing pleasure at the thought, pausing momentarily to sweep his hands back over his torso and down again to calm himself.
He remembered her moaning his name, smiling in some small satisfaction that she had been thinking about him. She was so damned sexy and passionate. His thoughts quickly flashed back to their little encounter in the Ancients simulation, remembering the taste and feel of her, her soft gasps and cries, the way the dark strands of hair had curled on her sweaty forehead as she had nuzzled against him in the aftermath of their lovemaking.
Once more his hands strayed over his stomach and further down to his hips, imagining them to be Aeryn's touch, rubbing his upper thighs as he spread his legs a little more. He slid his left hand between his thighs to gently fondle and squeeze his balls, groaning softly as he worked them in just the way he liked.
Pausing momentarily he turned and reached for a small vial sitting on the shelf near his bed. It contained the remains of some oil Zhaan had given him to relieve his skin after it had become dry and itchy from too much contact with Moya's amnexus fluid. He had long since found a new use for the substance, like comfortably maintaining what little sex life he had.
As he lay back down he could feel by the slosh of the liquid inside that he had almost used it up. He made a mental note to himself to ask Zhaan for some more soon as he poured a generous amount of the slippery fluid into his left hand and set the bottle down again.
Quickly rubbing his hands together, he smiled in appreciation as the oil quickly warmed and easily spread over his hands as it had before. From past experimenting he had learned just the right amount to use. His hands would remain slick long enough to satisfy him, any extra simply being absorbed into his skin after a half arn or so.
Reaching down he massaged his balls once again; involuntarily shuddering once again as his mind easily turned his slick fingers into Aeryn's warm mouth and tongue. Slowly he trailed a finger up his hardened shaft as he continued to play with his sacks. When he reached the top he run his palm over the tip before cupping it into his first, squeezing gently once. Twice. A third time.
He moaned in pleasure as he released his head and slid his hand back down to the base of his aching cock, his other hand now joining it as he rubbed and massaged his way up and down his hardened shaft in long, sensuous strokes.
Gasping and trembling, he started to firmly stroke himself with one hand, pausing now and then to squeeze at all the right points. His other hand moved back up to his head, his thumb rubbing the swollen gland in a circular pattern over and over again, occasionally stopping to thrum his fingers against the leaking and sensitive tip.
Without even realizing it he started to moan softly, thrusting his hips upwards as his arousal grew. He bit his lips to keep from crying out, but knew it was a loosing battle. In his mind it was Aeryn doing this. Teasing him. Stroking him. Making him buck uncontrollably as she brought him to release. The image was too much.
"Uh, God!" He cried out, once hand grasping and pulling at the sheets beneath him and he concentrated fully on thrusting against his hand. A few frantic moments later and he was crying out as he came. "Aeryn!"
When he finally drifted out of his sexual haze John groaned in satisfaction. None of his previous times masturbating had been this satisfying. It had almost been as good as sex with a partner.
'Almost.' He thought with a chuckle, feeling too good in the afterglow to let his companion-less sex-life bother him. He felt relaxed and sated, something he hadn't felt in a while.
Grinning to himself, he got up and picked up the t-shirt he had thrown away carelessly and wiped the cooling sweat, semen and oil from himself before tossing it into his growing pile of clothes that needed to be cleaned.
While retrieving his pair of boxers a soft noise came from the entrance to his quarters. He spun around surprised, and yet not, to see Aeryn standing there with an unreadable look on her face in the dim lighting.
Deciding that if Aeryn had come to kill him he would like to die with a little dignity he quickly put the shorts on, avoiding her gaze as he tried to fill the silence between them. "Um...Aeryn?"
"Good night, Crichton."
John looked up at the tone of her voice, low and sultry. She smiled, eyes glinting with mischievousness, as she made no pretenses of hiding her admiration of his body. Smiling slightly in return he chewed his lower lip before answering her.
"'Night, Aeryn."
With that she was gone, leaving him wondering just how much she'd seen.
Replaying the scene over in his mind, he realized her hair was still slightly damp. A slow grin came to his face as he tugged the gold blanket off the bed and tossed it on top of his pile of laundry before lying down. She had to have followed him here straight from the shower. And that meant...
"I think Ms. Sun and I need to have a little talk tomorrow." He murmured to himself as he turned on his side and drifted off to sleep.