Fic: Don't Come Begging Part 2

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Title: Don’t Come Begging
Author: chaps1870
Pairing: eventual Rodney/Carson/Sheppard
Rating: NC-17 more like pwp...if a plot is there it's weak.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Don’t own em, just pull them out to play once in a while.
Summary: Aliens made him do it…really!
A/N: You can thank darkmoon711 for this chapter...nag nag nag. ;)
Oh and let's not forget the beta mention...my savior and nightmare all rolled into onemisty4me




Rodney managed to stay hidden for a full day, thereby avoiding the stares and comments of everyone. Consensus was that he had gotten the only attention he would ever get and he should feel pretty damn special for being chosen by someone as wonderful as John Sheppard. Although, most of Atlantis was confused over Sheppard’s selection considering Teyla and Ronan were also available. The drug obviously messed him up worse than originally thought if McKay had been his choice for release.

For his part, Rodney remained silent about the whole ordeal and with Carson avoiding him, he felt like a pariah. By days end, Rodney stumbled to his room and slumped onto the bed and proceeded to stare blankly at the walls. That was how Carson found him a few hours later.

When his door opened, revealing Carson, Rodney only gave him a brief look. His voice was quiet as he spoke, “You sure you want to be seen with me? Apparently I’m not the pick of the litter.”

Carson shrugged and trudged over to sit beside him. “I guess that means I’m not either.”

“Huh?”

“You might have told me how aggressive Colonel Sheppard can be, that and the man has a very wicked tongue,” quipped Carson, blushing as he spoke.

Rodney looked at him in shock and stuttered, “He attacked you?”

“Aye,” sighed Carson. He continued hesitantly, “How you survived four hours with him like that makes you a better man than me.” Looking at Rodney, Carson shook his head. “I’m sorry for not trusting you.”

It took several seconds for Rodney to answer, torn between Carson’s confession and the need to make his own. Letting out a long sigh, Rodney finally spoke, “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to, Carson.” Suddenly afraid what his honestly would do to their relationship, Rodney wished he could take back his last words.

“I know that, Rodney,” said Carson. He flopped onto the bed and half whispered, “I’d be lying myself if I said I wasn’t affected by his actions.”

Turning sharply, Rodney stared at him in disbelief, “Really?”

Closing his eyes briefly, Carson nodded, “Aye.” He opened his eyes and smiled shyly at his lover, “He’s a very attractive man.”

Rodney dropped back on the bed beside Carson, staring up at the ceiling, “I don’t want this coming between us. I..uh…I…”

Carson chuckled, “I know you do, luv. This is unexpected. I suppose I should feel flattered but…”

“You feel a little put out that he expects you should just lie down and spread your legs,” huffed Rodney.

Rolling to his side and rising up on his elbow, Carson draped his arm over Rodney’s chest. “Well, I wouldn’t have put it quite that way, but yes.” Carson smiled, unable to hide his amusement at Rodney’s usual lack of subtlety when it came to such things.

Slipping his hand in Carson’s, Rodney held it as he spoke. “According to all of Atlantis we should be grateful we are getting some let alone with the obviously famous Colonel Sheppard.”

Carson leaned closer, nuzzling Rodney’s neck and whispering huskily, “Well, I doubt the man has ever enjoyed a truly mind shattering orgasm compliments of one Dr. Rodney McKay.”

Rodney rolled them over, landing on top of Carson. Pressing closer, he kissed him soundly, leaving them both breathless. “He doesn’t have to work at it, they probably come from the thrill of being with him and then he just rides them to the end,” said Rodney smugly, continuing his assault on Carson as he worked his way down his neck in agonizingly slow nips and kisses.

“Clothes,” rasped Carson, finding it harder to talk as Rodney snaked his hand under his shirt and teased his nipples.

Mouth curling in a half-smile, Rodney looked into Carson’s eyes, his voice breathy as he said softly, “Patience.”

Carson’s head fell back and he moaned, not sure he would survive one of Rodney’s slow seductions. “Oh dear God.”

********

For the first time since Carson could remember, he dreaded going to work. The drugs in Colonel Sheppard’s system were finally dissipating and he was returning to normal. As glad as Carson was of that, he felt a new level of awkwardness around the man. He felt as if he was party to some deep dark secret, one that he’d unwittingly been a part of.

Problem was, Carson couldn’t stop the increased heart rate or the sweat from gathering in his palms as he got closer and closer to his patient. He at least had some anonymity in the whole affair. Sheppard had made his advances in the privacy of the infirmary and Carson had been able to deflect him away before any of his staff had been witness to it.

After the latest blood tests there was no longer any reason to keep Sheppard, and for the most part he was back to normal. Judging by his downcast eyes and clipped speech in the doctor’s presence there left little doubt that he remembered what had transpired. With only a minimum of conversation between them, Carson released him and watched him leave the infirmary with a sigh of relief.

Joining Rodney for lunch, the two of them hunkered down in the corner of the mess and watched surreptitiously as Sheppard walked in and took a seat with some of his men rather than join them as he normally would.

Whispers were punctuated by heads turning toward Rodney and it didn’t take a genius to figure out that the scientist was the topic of conversation. Carson only barely refrained from reaching across the table to offer some relief from the uncomfortable stares.

Rodney turned to stare at the group, his voice bitter as he spoke through a mouth full of food, “He’s probably reaffirming his straightness.”

“That man is definitely NOT straight,” retorted Carson, blushing as he recalled the words Sheppard had whispered during his drug induced state. He squirmed in his seat, diverting his attention back to his plate.

Seeing Carson’s discomfort, Rodney sighed heavily, “Can’t get it out of your mind can you?”

Carson hesitated, feeling his face warm, then shook his head, “No, no I can’t.” Brows furrowed he looked at Rodney and asked warily, “You?”

Pushing his plate away, Rodney crossed his arms and slumped in his chair, “God, I hate that man with all his charm and good looks and…hair.”

Rodney pouting was cute in Carson’s mind but then he was a little biased where the scientist was concerned. “I suppose the question is, what do we do about it? I love you, Rodney I truly do, but this is driving me crazy. I’m goin’ to have a hard time bein’ around the man knowin’ what I know.”

“At least you only see him now and then, Carson. I have to work with him, be with him, stand next to him…and this just sucks. And the worst of part is he knows how damn hot he is and we should be falling at his feet.”

Carson actually laughed then leaned closer to Rodney. His tone was hushed and amused, “I’d fall at his feet.”

Glaring at him, Rodney snapped, “Shut up. You’re not helping here. Do you honestly think he’s going admit he wants the most desperate and pathetic science geek in this galaxy after all the teasing he’s gotten from everyone?”

“He picked me too, ya know?” Carson said pointedly, looking as depressed as Rodney felt.

“I’m sure it’s the accent thing. How does anyone resist that even when they’re not drugged,” said Rodney drolly, making Carson blush again.

“I suppose I should be grateful he doesn’t know what a good catch you are then. I’d hate to lose you.” Carson tried to tease about it, but one look in his eye and Rodney could see a bit of truth to his comment.

Rising, Rodney grabbed his tray but stopped and leaned close to Carson, “Lust doesn’t keep you warm at night, Carson.” He straightened and added with a suggestive smile before walking away, “Of course, there’s nothing wrong with lust either.”

Carson’s dick twitched and quickly grabbing for his tray, hurried after the smug scientist. A half hour later, Carson was trying to find the strength to get his cold butt up off the storage closet floor and return to work. If only the Atlantis personnel knew just how good Rodney was then it would be the scientist they were lining up for not the Colonel. There was pride in the fact that only he knew that and a bit of sadness that no one else did. The lot of them saw Dr. McKay as a self absorbed individual but nothing could be further from the truth. Rodney was without a doubt the most selfless lover Carson had ever had, male or female. Unfortunately, even knowing that, his mind kept drifting to Colonel Sheppard and his sharp tongue.

*********

Rodney was buried under the console of the jumper they’d managed to retrieve from Olesia trying to restore some of the remaining systems they hadn’t had time to fix on the planet. He heard someone approach and peeked his head out. Seeing the Colonel take up residence in the pilot seat he went back to work. “Go away. I’m busy.”

“Look, I apologized, what more do you want from me?” asked Sheppard, going for his pathetic wounded look.

“I want you to leave me alone.” He ducked out from under the console again and glared at the Colonel. “I got it okay. You’re straight and the drugs screwed with your head. It’s fine, I forgive you.”

“Then why are you so mad?”

“I’m not mad,” snapped McKay. He went back to work but popped right back out, “Fine, I’m mad, but not for that. Not really. I disturbed by the fact that you refuse to admit that you’re attracted to men simply because of some archaic military mindset.”

“I’m not gay, McKay,” insisted Sheppard, his face set in determination.

“Of course not, that would so go against the Kirk complex you have going. That might be more convincing if you hadn’t augmented your drug induced rutting with words, Colonel. Kind of takes away from the denial thing you’ve got going.”

“Come on, McKay. It was the drugs.”

“Yes, yes, so you say,” Rodney kept working, refusing to make eye contact. “I’m sure your fellow ground pounders would be proud of you, keeping your masculinity intact as it were.”

“This whole thing bothers you doesn’t it?”

Squirming from under the console, McKay fiddled with the connection in his hand as he growled, “Of course it does. You came onto me, remember. Then you sit there and claim you’re straight while all of Atlantis thinks that I’m some sort of charity case and should feel honored that you deemed me somehow worthy of your advances.”

The bastard had the nerve to smile that smug, ‘I know I’m hot smile’. “Speaking of which, why didn’t you take advantage of it?” Sheppard asked curiously, not the least bit embarrassed by the conversation they were having.

“I am already with someone and I’d kind of like to not mess that up,” declared Rodney.

Sheppard frowned, “I thought it was excuse. You don’t look like a man that gets laid regularly.”

Rodney rolled his eyes, “Oh please, just because I don’t ooze sexual satisfaction doesn’t mean I’m not getting any.”

Crossing his arms, Sheppard asked with a huff, “Who?”

Sneering, Rodney returned to his work, “Nice try.”

Leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees, Sheppard quipped, “I don’t believe you.”

Rodney poked his head out and glared at him, “What are you, twelve? I prefer to keep my personal life…personal, thank you very much.”

The Colonel’s eyes lit up as inspiration struck. “Dr. Brown? Didn’t you have a date with her a while back?” asked Sheppard, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“No, she had a date with me. The woman is relentless.”

“’kay,” Sheppard drawled, still confused. He stopped and frowned at McKay, “What do you mean she had a date with you, isn’t that the same thing?”

“No. She asked me, I didn’t ask her and she wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“Geez, McKay, beggars can’t be choosers.”

“Who says I’m begging. What part of I’m with someone don’t you get?”

Sheppard raised an eyebrow, “Oh right, I forgot.”

“Asshole,” Rodney snarled. “Besides I’m the one not going without.”

Crossing his arms in annoyance, Sheppard snapped back, “Who says I’m going without?”

“According to rumors I’m bottom of the barrel. You went after me, so you tell me who the desperate one is?” Rodney said smugly, knowing he was on the winning side of this conversation.

“Well hell it’s not like I had a choice, Ronon or Teyla would’ve kicked my ass,” Sheppard spouted, realizing too late what that sounded like.

Rodney stilled under the console, glad his face was hidden in the shadows, because there was no hiding the hurt the Colonel’s last comment did. It shouldn’t have, but it did. He answered with sarcasm, “Thank you, I feel so much better now.” Scooting out of his hole, Rodney stood, carefully avoiding Sheppard’s stare. Packing his tools, he started to leave, “I have things to do so if you’ll excuse me.”

As Rodney slipped by, Sheppard grabbed his arm. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

Shrugging from his grasp, Rodney jutted his chin out and snorted, “Oh please, you still can’t accept that it was more than the drugs doing the talking.” He gave the Colonel a pointed glare, “and I do mean talking, as in saying things that went beyond dirty sex talk.”

“Christ Rodney, what do you want from me? I’m not gay, alright…drop it.”

“Liar,” muttered Rodney as he walked to the back of the jumper.

Sheppard spoke to McKay’s back, “Am not.”

Rodney kept walking, “Are too.”

“Am not.”

Stepping out of the jumper, Rodney glance over his shoulder and mouthed, ‘are too’, then left, getting the last word.

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I like a confident Rodney, what can I say. LOL