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Title: Don’t Come Begging (subject to change)
Author: chaps1870
Pairing:Rodney/Carson with /Sheppard added later
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Don’t own em, just pull them out to play once in a while.
Summary: Aliens made him do it…really!
This one is still in the works but I need to start posting or it will never get finished. I'll have to see if it works as I go along so you can only find it here for now.
Chapter One
Teyla and Ford came through the gate first with Major Sheppard arm’s draped over their shoulders as he hung limply between them. Doctor McKay followed with a slight limp in his step and cradling his side. From her perch at the control room balcony, Dr. Weir keyed her radio, “Dr. Beckett, we need a medical team in the Gateroom.”
Just as she turned to descend the stairs, the Gateroom erupted with activity. Major Sheppard launched himself out of his teammate’s arms and straight at McKay, both of them landing hard on the floor. Rodney was now sprawled on his back with Sheppard laying between his legs his hips undulating quickly.
Trying to squirm away, Rodney froze when a hand reached for his balls and squeezed tightly. By the look on the scientist’s face, it wasn’t pleasant and his hand reached for Sheppard’s wrist in an attempt to pull it away. The grip became more painful and Rodney cried out, his eyes clenched tight as the hand clasping the Colonel’s wrist tensed, holding it firmly and willing it not to clamp down harder than it already was.
Rodney’s face was etched with pain and his breathing sharp as John continued to hump him. The words being whispered for his ears only, while incredibly erotic, weren’t enough to override the fear that gripped his balls. The colonel’s fingers dug into his sensitive sac, and Rodney knew his face was not only red from pain but from the shame of lying so exposed to all those in the Gateroom. It was bad enough that he’d endured it for the past four hours on the planet, but this reached all new levels of humiliation.
A few soldiers moved closer after the initial shock of seeing their commanding officer humping the scientist in the middle of the Gateroom, failing miserably to hide the smirks. Rodney’s eyes shot open at the sound and glared sharply at them. They remembered their duty and reached down to pull the Colonel off of McKay only to have the scientist’s eyes widen in alarm, and he squeaked, “God no, don’t touch him.” Rodney’s eyes were darting between the two soldiers and the hand that had his crotch in a death grip.
Sheppard’s voice was still whispering huskily in his ear, as the man ground into him. “Wanna fuck you, McKay. Wanna stick my dick in your ass until you scream. You want this, don’t you? I’ll bet you haven’t been laid since we landed here. I can make it good for you. Let me fuck you.”
Eyes clenched tight, Rodney tried to ignore the Colonel’s words. The only thing keeping him from getting hard was the tight hold on his groin. He didn’t dare open his eyes, knowing he’d die of embarrassment if he did, thankful at least that no one else heard what Sheppard was saying. Weir’s concern broke through his musings, the awkwardness of the situation evident in her voice, “Can’t you sedate him or something, Carson?”
Ronan spoke up, “He’ll be done in a few minutes then he’ll fall asleep.”
Several of the people gathered stared at the big man’s nonchalance and the Gateroom was eerily quiet but for Sheppard’s soft moans and rustle of clothes as he pushed harder and harder into Rodney’s thigh. Suddenly, Rodney felt the Colonel tense and arch away from him followed by a satisfied grunt of release. The grip on his crotch was gone as well. John’s weight eased away and rested against his side. Daring to open his eyes, Rodney found himself staring up at the shocked expression on Doctor Beckett’s face.
Rolling away, Rodney got to his knees and dropped one hand to his tender groin, unconsciously checking to make sure one of his nuts hadn’t been ripped away. The Colonel’s method of restraining him had been quite effective and Rodney wondered briefly where he learned his seduction techniques. Any further thoughts were interrupted by Elizabeth’s disconcerted voice, “Does someone want to tell me what that was all about?”
Rodney muttered, his back still to everyone, “Not particularly.”
Teyla came to his rescue, sparing him the added humiliation. “The Colonel began acting strangely on the way back to the gate.” Her face remained neutral, but her eyes gave away her amusement as she continued. “He attacked Dr. McKay several times and would…”
“He was humping me like some hormone crazed dog,” hissed Rodney, his face reddening as he blurted out the situation.
Kneeling beside a prone Sheppard, Carson looked uncomfortable as he asked, “Do you know what brought it on?” He gave the Colonel a quick once over and was happy to note that his pulse and breathing appeared normal despite him being unconscious.
Ronan answered with a shrug, unconcerned by the whole affair, “The natives gave him some drink to seal the trade thing. He seemed fine.” Years of living on his own had hardened him and this seemed trivial in comparison to what he’d lived through.
“Well, he appears be sleeping but I do need to get him to the infirmary,” said Carson, signaling for help to load the Colonel on the gurney they’d brought along. He looked up at Sheppard’s teammates. “What else can you tell me?”
Shrugging, Teyla answered, “He passes out each time this happens.”
Carson swallowed hard and quickly hid the surprise in his face, “Each time? How long has he been like this?”
“’Bout every half hour he has another go at it then he falls asleep. Smiling, Ronan chuckled, “Wakes up raring to go. He hasn’t bothered me or Teyla though.”
“It seems that only Dr. McKay has his…affections,” said Teyla, receiving snickers in response.
One of the soldiers whispered to another, “Probably the only time McKay every sees any action.”
The other man smiled, answering in a hushed tone, “I feel sorry for the Colonel when he finds out who he picked. The man has them falling at his feet and he picked McKay. That’s just creepy. Maybe the natives were punishing him.” Overheard, several others snorted in agreement.
Glaring at the perpetrators, Rodney spat, “I’m glad all of you all find it so hilarious.”
Feeling sorry for him, Elizabeth took control of the situation. While it might appear humorous at the moment, the Colonel’s behavior was still cause for concern. She gave the young soldiers with a reprimanding look. “That’s enough, everyone. We should be concerning ourselves with the Colonel and discovering just how serious this is rather than treating it so lightly.”
Rodney staggered to his feet, wincing at the soreness as he straightened. He avoided making eye contact with anyone, hoping perhaps he could slink away unnoticed as they Colonel was moved to the infirmary. Carson snagged his sleeve, his expression unreadable, adding to Rodney’s discomfort. “You too, Rodney. I’m going to need the full story and you can brief me while the others are debriefing with Dr. Weir.”
“Yes, yes, let’s drag this out to the full extent possible. The potential for humiliation is just too good to pass up, I’m sure.” He watched Carson ignore him and return his attention to the Colonel. Lifting his eyes at the gathered crowd, Rodney blushed and turned sharply, leaving before any of them could comment further.
Sitting in the infirmary, safely ensconced behind curtains waiting for Carson, Rodney rubbed away the tiredness in his eyes. With shaky fingers he undid his vest and dropped it on the floor near the bed. His jacket went next and he grimaced at the smell of sex that emanated from his clothes. Four hours of Sheppard’s indiscriminate rutting had left marks all over Rodney’s clothes and he shuddered at the memory of the Colonel’s whispered words.
It was one thing to be consumed by the alien drink and act inappropriately. Rodney could understand that. It wasn’t the first time that a Stargate team had reacted to an alien substance, nor would it be the last. What was difficult to process were the words Sheppard had uttered each time the need for release overtook him. Rodney would have bet a year’s pay that the Colonel was certifiably straight, but the words he’d whispered seemed to say otherwise. Maybe it was the drug talking, but that didn’t seem likely considering how up close and personal Sheppard’s utterances were.
It was one thing to succumb to the drug, it was quite another for the Colonel to admit that he’d been wanting to fuck Rodney for a very long time. Rodney was very much aware of what people thought of him and for the most part he let it roll off, but when Sheppard assumed Rodney would be grateful and ecstatic over his attentions it was more than the scientist could get his head around. As much as he tried, the Colonel wouldn’t take no for an answer and refused to accept that Rodney was in a relationship, a very happy one, thank you very much. Rodney was sure the pretty flyboy attitude had gotten the Colonel just about anyone he wanted and couldn’t conceive of anyone not wanting him. It was unheard of, at least in Colonel Sheppard’s world.
Rodney on the other hand had developed a more practical approach, one that worked better if you couldn’t rely on good looks and charm. He might not have the quick means to get someone in bed, but he damn well knew how to keep them once they were there. Unfortunately, Sheppard’s recent behavior was going to put a serious damper on his present relationship. While he hadn’t taken advantage of the Colonel today, he’d been sorely tempted and Rodney hated himself for it. He was happy in the relationship he was in and felt terribly guilty for the feelings he was having over Sheppard’s affections.
In the past he’d been able to claim it as simple friendship between them and that was why they spent time together, that and he’d assumed the Colonel was straight and therefore off limits. Now he wasn’t so sure and he dreaded facing his lover, knowing there would be no hiding the truth of it all. The curtain surrounding his bed opened and Rodney came face to face with his fears. “Carson.”
“Rodney,” answered Beckett, his tone stilted.
His shoulders slumped and Rodney dropped his eyes, “I’m sorry. I didn’t do anything to encourage him.”
Carson kept his voice low and controlled, “Let me take a look at you. I noticed you were limping.”
Rodney shook his head, “It’s nothing.” Reaching out, he tried to touch Carson’s arm but it was pulled from his grasp. “Please, Carson.”
“Now isn’t the time for this, Rodney,” said Carson, absently. “Get undressed and I’ll be back.”
Turning away, he left Rodney, who muttered sadly, “Damn it.”
Author: chaps1870
Pairing:Rodney/Carson with /Sheppard added later
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Don’t own em, just pull them out to play once in a while.
Summary: Aliens made him do it…really!
This one is still in the works but I need to start posting or it will never get finished. I'll have to see if it works as I go along so you can only find it here for now.
Chapter One
Teyla and Ford came through the gate first with Major Sheppard arm’s draped over their shoulders as he hung limply between them. Doctor McKay followed with a slight limp in his step and cradling his side. From her perch at the control room balcony, Dr. Weir keyed her radio, “Dr. Beckett, we need a medical team in the Gateroom.”
Just as she turned to descend the stairs, the Gateroom erupted with activity. Major Sheppard launched himself out of his teammate’s arms and straight at McKay, both of them landing hard on the floor. Rodney was now sprawled on his back with Sheppard laying between his legs his hips undulating quickly.
Trying to squirm away, Rodney froze when a hand reached for his balls and squeezed tightly. By the look on the scientist’s face, it wasn’t pleasant and his hand reached for Sheppard’s wrist in an attempt to pull it away. The grip became more painful and Rodney cried out, his eyes clenched tight as the hand clasping the Colonel’s wrist tensed, holding it firmly and willing it not to clamp down harder than it already was.
Rodney’s face was etched with pain and his breathing sharp as John continued to hump him. The words being whispered for his ears only, while incredibly erotic, weren’t enough to override the fear that gripped his balls. The colonel’s fingers dug into his sensitive sac, and Rodney knew his face was not only red from pain but from the shame of lying so exposed to all those in the Gateroom. It was bad enough that he’d endured it for the past four hours on the planet, but this reached all new levels of humiliation.
A few soldiers moved closer after the initial shock of seeing their commanding officer humping the scientist in the middle of the Gateroom, failing miserably to hide the smirks. Rodney’s eyes shot open at the sound and glared sharply at them. They remembered their duty and reached down to pull the Colonel off of McKay only to have the scientist’s eyes widen in alarm, and he squeaked, “God no, don’t touch him.” Rodney’s eyes were darting between the two soldiers and the hand that had his crotch in a death grip.
Sheppard’s voice was still whispering huskily in his ear, as the man ground into him. “Wanna fuck you, McKay. Wanna stick my dick in your ass until you scream. You want this, don’t you? I’ll bet you haven’t been laid since we landed here. I can make it good for you. Let me fuck you.”
Eyes clenched tight, Rodney tried to ignore the Colonel’s words. The only thing keeping him from getting hard was the tight hold on his groin. He didn’t dare open his eyes, knowing he’d die of embarrassment if he did, thankful at least that no one else heard what Sheppard was saying. Weir’s concern broke through his musings, the awkwardness of the situation evident in her voice, “Can’t you sedate him or something, Carson?”
Ronan spoke up, “He’ll be done in a few minutes then he’ll fall asleep.”
Several of the people gathered stared at the big man’s nonchalance and the Gateroom was eerily quiet but for Sheppard’s soft moans and rustle of clothes as he pushed harder and harder into Rodney’s thigh. Suddenly, Rodney felt the Colonel tense and arch away from him followed by a satisfied grunt of release. The grip on his crotch was gone as well. John’s weight eased away and rested against his side. Daring to open his eyes, Rodney found himself staring up at the shocked expression on Doctor Beckett’s face.
Rolling away, Rodney got to his knees and dropped one hand to his tender groin, unconsciously checking to make sure one of his nuts hadn’t been ripped away. The Colonel’s method of restraining him had been quite effective and Rodney wondered briefly where he learned his seduction techniques. Any further thoughts were interrupted by Elizabeth’s disconcerted voice, “Does someone want to tell me what that was all about?”
Rodney muttered, his back still to everyone, “Not particularly.”
Teyla came to his rescue, sparing him the added humiliation. “The Colonel began acting strangely on the way back to the gate.” Her face remained neutral, but her eyes gave away her amusement as she continued. “He attacked Dr. McKay several times and would…”
“He was humping me like some hormone crazed dog,” hissed Rodney, his face reddening as he blurted out the situation.
Kneeling beside a prone Sheppard, Carson looked uncomfortable as he asked, “Do you know what brought it on?” He gave the Colonel a quick once over and was happy to note that his pulse and breathing appeared normal despite him being unconscious.
Ronan answered with a shrug, unconcerned by the whole affair, “The natives gave him some drink to seal the trade thing. He seemed fine.” Years of living on his own had hardened him and this seemed trivial in comparison to what he’d lived through.
“Well, he appears be sleeping but I do need to get him to the infirmary,” said Carson, signaling for help to load the Colonel on the gurney they’d brought along. He looked up at Sheppard’s teammates. “What else can you tell me?”
Shrugging, Teyla answered, “He passes out each time this happens.”
Carson swallowed hard and quickly hid the surprise in his face, “Each time? How long has he been like this?”
“’Bout every half hour he has another go at it then he falls asleep. Smiling, Ronan chuckled, “Wakes up raring to go. He hasn’t bothered me or Teyla though.”
“It seems that only Dr. McKay has his…affections,” said Teyla, receiving snickers in response.
One of the soldiers whispered to another, “Probably the only time McKay every sees any action.”
The other man smiled, answering in a hushed tone, “I feel sorry for the Colonel when he finds out who he picked. The man has them falling at his feet and he picked McKay. That’s just creepy. Maybe the natives were punishing him.” Overheard, several others snorted in agreement.
Glaring at the perpetrators, Rodney spat, “I’m glad all of you all find it so hilarious.”
Feeling sorry for him, Elizabeth took control of the situation. While it might appear humorous at the moment, the Colonel’s behavior was still cause for concern. She gave the young soldiers with a reprimanding look. “That’s enough, everyone. We should be concerning ourselves with the Colonel and discovering just how serious this is rather than treating it so lightly.”
Rodney staggered to his feet, wincing at the soreness as he straightened. He avoided making eye contact with anyone, hoping perhaps he could slink away unnoticed as they Colonel was moved to the infirmary. Carson snagged his sleeve, his expression unreadable, adding to Rodney’s discomfort. “You too, Rodney. I’m going to need the full story and you can brief me while the others are debriefing with Dr. Weir.”
“Yes, yes, let’s drag this out to the full extent possible. The potential for humiliation is just too good to pass up, I’m sure.” He watched Carson ignore him and return his attention to the Colonel. Lifting his eyes at the gathered crowd, Rodney blushed and turned sharply, leaving before any of them could comment further.
Sitting in the infirmary, safely ensconced behind curtains waiting for Carson, Rodney rubbed away the tiredness in his eyes. With shaky fingers he undid his vest and dropped it on the floor near the bed. His jacket went next and he grimaced at the smell of sex that emanated from his clothes. Four hours of Sheppard’s indiscriminate rutting had left marks all over Rodney’s clothes and he shuddered at the memory of the Colonel’s whispered words.
It was one thing to be consumed by the alien drink and act inappropriately. Rodney could understand that. It wasn’t the first time that a Stargate team had reacted to an alien substance, nor would it be the last. What was difficult to process were the words Sheppard had uttered each time the need for release overtook him. Rodney would have bet a year’s pay that the Colonel was certifiably straight, but the words he’d whispered seemed to say otherwise. Maybe it was the drug talking, but that didn’t seem likely considering how up close and personal Sheppard’s utterances were.
It was one thing to succumb to the drug, it was quite another for the Colonel to admit that he’d been wanting to fuck Rodney for a very long time. Rodney was very much aware of what people thought of him and for the most part he let it roll off, but when Sheppard assumed Rodney would be grateful and ecstatic over his attentions it was more than the scientist could get his head around. As much as he tried, the Colonel wouldn’t take no for an answer and refused to accept that Rodney was in a relationship, a very happy one, thank you very much. Rodney was sure the pretty flyboy attitude had gotten the Colonel just about anyone he wanted and couldn’t conceive of anyone not wanting him. It was unheard of, at least in Colonel Sheppard’s world.
Rodney on the other hand had developed a more practical approach, one that worked better if you couldn’t rely on good looks and charm. He might not have the quick means to get someone in bed, but he damn well knew how to keep them once they were there. Unfortunately, Sheppard’s recent behavior was going to put a serious damper on his present relationship. While he hadn’t taken advantage of the Colonel today, he’d been sorely tempted and Rodney hated himself for it. He was happy in the relationship he was in and felt terribly guilty for the feelings he was having over Sheppard’s affections.
In the past he’d been able to claim it as simple friendship between them and that was why they spent time together, that and he’d assumed the Colonel was straight and therefore off limits. Now he wasn’t so sure and he dreaded facing his lover, knowing there would be no hiding the truth of it all. The curtain surrounding his bed opened and Rodney came face to face with his fears. “Carson.”
“Rodney,” answered Beckett, his tone stilted.
His shoulders slumped and Rodney dropped his eyes, “I’m sorry. I didn’t do anything to encourage him.”
Carson kept his voice low and controlled, “Let me take a look at you. I noticed you were limping.”
Rodney shook his head, “It’s nothing.” Reaching out, he tried to touch Carson’s arm but it was pulled from his grasp. “Please, Carson.”
“Now isn’t the time for this, Rodney,” said Carson, absently. “Get undressed and I’ll be back.”
Turning away, he left Rodney, who muttered sadly, “Damn it.”
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