Fandom: Stargate Atlantis AU
Notes: I don't own anything, not even my car. This is from my Stargate/Hockey fusion. It's also Twincest. Written for rinkafic.
Pairing: John Sheppard/Joe Sheppard
Word count: 512
John let the water run down his chest, using the soap to wash away the sweat and the feel of failure that hung in the locker room. They had gotten so close, so very close, but it was all for naught, yet again. Slowly, he heard everyone finish up and leave, the showers empty save for him. He half turned, seeing Joe come into the stall.
“Are you trying to wash away?” he asked gently. John sighed, hearing the soothing French.
“Non. I just... We almost won,” he said with a sigh. “If only-”
“Oui, he does have many failures. But Sumner is a brute. He should play a defenseman instead of trying to be Centre. Classless!”
John turned and laughed. “It’s always class with you,” he teased gently as Joe embraced him.
“It’s important to Ma mère,” Joe told him, running a hand through John’s hair.
“Hockey is important to me,” John said wistfully. “And we lost.”
“We will win next game,” Joe promised, gently kissing him.
John looked at him in surprise as he pushed him back. “What are you doing?” he asked.
“We both need comfort, no?”
John nodded and kissed him back, his hand reaching out and stroking his brother’s cock. “We shouldn’t do this...”
“Keep going anyway,” Joe told him forcefully as he moaned.
“God Joe, touch me, you lazy ass,” John told him as his brother finally responded.
“Push, push, push, is all you do,” Joe said as he cupped John’s ass, moving closer as he slipped two soapy fingers up John. “Mmm, tight. So very tight.”
“I, Uh, God, Joe,” John breathed out.
“Turn around,” Joe ordered, manhandling him as he pulled his fingers free and pushed John over to an angle. He teased John’s puckered asshole before slipping inside.
“Fuck!” John said as he felt the pressure. He relaxed as Joe petted his back.
“Ok?” Joe asked.
“You couldn’t wait until I was a little more stretched?” John asked, feeling him move.
“You’re loose. Shut up and relax,” he told him.
“Move, Joe, please, move,” John pleaded.
Joe grunted and started thrusting as he reached down and cupped John’s balls. John leaned against the wall and moaned, needing something like this so much. Joe thrust into him hard as John squeezed him tight and he soon came, shooting up into John’s ass.
“Fuck.” John breathed out.
“Hold on. I’ll get you,” Joe promised as he pulled out and moved his hand to John’s hard cock. He stroked him hard and fast as John shuddered, shooting come onto the floor as it washed down the drain from the shower. Joe smirked and kissed his brother’s shoulder. “Hurry up.”
“Fuck... I’m... Let me get my breath.”
“You have no stamina,” Joe told him.
“Oh, like you do? You just hide it better,” John told him. “Get clean.”
Joe laughed and pushed his brother out of the way as he used the soap and cleaned up, washing himself as John walked towards the towels to go dry off.
Maybe Junior Nationals weren’t the disaster John first thought.