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Fic: Don't Come Begging Part 3
Title: Don’t Come Begging
Author: chaps1870
Pairing: eventual Rodney/Carson/Sheppard
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!
Chapter Three
It was late and Rodney was still in his lab working. Well, not so much as he was trying to bury the past few days under the pretense of working. It wasn’t working. Earlier, he’d left Sheppard in the jumper and went straight to the infirmary looking for Carson. All that got him was a great blow job and Carson suggesting that perhaps if they could get the Colonel to admit there was some attraction that things might go from there. Carson obviously had hidden kinks Rodney hadn’t been aware of. Not necessarily a bad thing. The only problem was that even if Carson did want Sheppard as badly as he did, there didn’t seem to be a way to break down the Colonel’s defenses.
“McKay.”
Jumping in his seat, Rodney startled, splattering coffee on both his hand and his shirt. He turned sharply and glowered at the man in the doorway, brushing away the coffee stains now gracing his shirt, “Damn it, you do that on purpose.”
Leaning into the doorjam, his arms crossed and a smug smile on his face, Sheppard shrugged. “You need to cut back on the coffee, it makes you jumpy.”
“Fuck you, don’t you have somewhere else to go.”
He sauntered into the lab, “Not really, it’s midnight.”
“Go to bed then, like a good soldier.”
“You’re awfully testy. Shouldn’t you be off with ‘someone’? Might improve your mood,” inquired Sheppard, obviously hedging for information.
Rodney smirked, “I got some earlier.”
“Too much information, McKay,” said Sheppard, clearly deflated by Rodney’s claim.
“Too bad. You started it.” On a roll and frustrated, Rodney started rambling. “I’m going to assume you’ve never even considered a man before and that you have no clue what you’re even missing out on. I’m sure all your sexual encounters have been mindless bimbos that chant…” Rodney raised his arms, his hands fluttering as his voice went falsetto, “Oh John, you’re so beautiful, make me come.”
Rolling his eyes, Rodney continued in his normal tone, “And of course you do your duty as quickly as possible and move on to your own needs, because while women are nice, I’m betting they don’t really do it for you. It’s just a way to find release. I’d wager that you’ve never had one of your ‘dates’ actually take the time to seduce you. To make you want to scream for release or hell, even beg for it.”
“I don’t beg,” quipped Sheppard, trying to hide his sudden curiosity, because damn it, McKay was right. Sex was just sex, and more often than not it was just a way to get rid of the tension and frustration. Yeah, some women were better than others, but most of them were pretty passive when it came to sex. They expected him to take the lead and he did. He didn’t really see himself as the submissive sex partner.
Rodney shook his head, “Oh please, everyone begs eventually.”
“Oh really and you’re suddenly an authority?” John really wasn’t sure he wanted to have this conversation and yet he couldn’t stop himself from antagonizing McKay.
“Obviously I know more than you do, which, oh wait…doesn’t surprise me,” said Rodney, superiorly. “A week, Colonel. One week and I can make you beg for it.”
Swallowing hard, Sheppard squeaked, “Huh? Not gonna happen.”
“Humph.” Rodney turned his back on him and buried his head in his laptop. He could feel Sheppard’s eyes on his back and he smiled. The man was still sitting there, waiting for more.
He kept his voice low as he spoke to his computer, “There is something to be said about having your dick sucked by another man.” Hearing a sputtered breath behind him, Rodney continued, “They know what to do with it and there is nothing quite like having it buried so deep in their throat that you can actually feel the throat muscles tightening around the head as they try to swallow. Or on the other side of that is taking it in your mouth and feeling how hard and how soft it is all at the same time. Running your tongue up and down that sensitive vein on the underside and feel it twitch in your mouth. Then opening your throat and letting it slip all the way to the back, hearing the moans of pleasure that comes with that. Then letting them take control and actually fuck your mouth. Feeling the power you have and the power they feel, pushing in and out all the way until you can smell their heat in the coarse hairs tickling your nose.”
That got a tiny whimper and Rodney went for the kill. “Of course, then you really have them and you can either keep sucking as they are pumping your mouth or you can slowly ease a finger up, letting it slip into their ass. Sometimes that’s all it takes and they are shooting down your throat, grabbing your hair and holding on tight as they shake all over, pushing and shoving in deeper so you get it all.” He paused a second, listening to the ragged breath behind him, then added huskily, his own arousal awakening with thoughts of how good it really did feel, “Of course other times, you have to work your finger in deeper to find that one spot that rips the pleasure right out of them and sometimes makes them scream your name. Pretty cool, actually.”
Rodney closed his laptop and stood up, turning to look down at the Sheppard, where he sat slumped against the couch with his head thrown back and his pants clearly outlining his bulging erection. He wasn’t aware Rodney had moved and opened his eyes to find him leaning over him with a wicked grin on his face, “Not gay?”
Sitting up, Sheppard winced as it pinched the tightness in his pants. “No!”
Reaching down, Rodney took one finger and very slowly traced the ridgeline of John’s erection. He heard the sharp intake of breath as he neared the crown and increased the pressure just as he passed over the tip. John lost it, crouching forward and moaning as his body betrayed him.
Leaning closer, Rodney whispered, “Liar.” He left John shuddering on his couch without looking back. Smiling on his way out the door, his step was much lighter and he decided a week was probably too long on his way to find Carson.
****
Carson was in his office when Colonel Sheppard arrived and was surprised at his flushed appearance, despite Rodney filling him in. He smothered a smile and questioned him, “What can I do for you, Colonel?”
“I need you to retest me,” blurted John, letting the door close behind him.
“Why?” drawled Carson, puzzled by the request.
“I…uh…I think it’s still affecting me…” Sheppard hinted, clearly embarrassed, “the drink they gave me.”
“I doubt it. You’re blood work came back fine. Why don’t you tell me what’s botherin’ you then and maybe I can help.”
Rubbing the back of his neck, John hesitated. “Um…Someone said some things to me and I… uh…reacted?”
Feigning a frown, Carson bit back a smile, “Reacted how? You’re not bein’ very clear, Colonel.”
Sheppard paced the tiny office, feeling embarrassed. He stopped his pacing and sank into a chair opposite Dr. Beckett, not daring to look up. “I got an erection, alright.”
“Well it must have been quite somethin’ they said then,” teased Carson, unable to stop the slow grin and the opportunity to rib the man.
His head shot up and Sheppard smirked, “Oh that’s funny, Doc.”
Flashing him a cheeky grin, Carson chuckled, “I thought so.” Replacing his smile with his best professional face, he became more serious, “I’m sorry. So you had a reaction to somethin’ someone said and you think it’s because of the drug. Why would you think that?”
Sheppard hesitated, then said offensively, “It was a guy that said it to me.”
“Well forgive me Colonel, but based on recent events I don’t find that too terribly alarming.” John looked ready to deny the accusation when Carson schooled an innocent look of surprise, “So you’re saying you’re not attracted to men? I thought with the way you acted towards me and…” Carson stopped, his face reddening against his will, “…well never mind what I thought. I suppose I could run another set of tests if it would make you feel better.”
An hour later, Carson tracked down the Colonel in his room to deliver the results personally. Rodney’s idea. Admittedly, it seemed a good one, and Carson couldn’t deny that it might be nice to see the Colonel on the receiving end of some sexual frustration after his performance in the infirmary.
Standing inside the Colonel’s quarters was a little unsettling, but he forged ahead, “I thought you would want to know that results came back negative. There is no sign of any foreign substances in your system.” He went with an apologetic look, “I’m sorry.”
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Sheppard put his elbows on his knees as his head dropped. He muttered, “I am not gay.”
Pulling out the chair from the small desk nearby, Carson sat down and offered quietly, “Maybe you’re bi.”
Sheppard’s head shot up, looking thoroughly depressed. “Big help you are.”
“I suppose it’s only natural for you to get some attention after your performance in the Gateroom. Perhaps you can avoid this person,” said Carson innocently, knowing full well just how difficult it was to avoid Rodney if he didn’t want to be avoided. The man had too much technology at his disposal and hiding was impossible.
“There is no way to avoid Rod…” He realized his mistake as soon as the words were out of his mouth, but Carson seemed unfazed by the revelation.
“Aye, he’s persistent if nothing else and a wicked tongue to boot. I’ve a hard time myself sometimes and I’m used to it.”
Lights and sirens went off behind John’s eyes and he eyed Carson, “Oh god, it’s you. You’re the someone.”
Smiling proudly, Carson answered, “You get used to him and I might add that you are lucky he hasn’t touched you yet.”
“How can you sit there so calmly when he’s…”
Carson chimed in, “Making the move on you? I suppose there is that, but I’m thinkin’ that if he does in fact make you see the truth then I won’t be so bad off. You did come on to me in the infirmary.”
Seeing the gleam of amusement in Carson’s eyes, John buried his head in his hands and moaned, “You’re both in on this.”
“Aye, but just remember, you started it,” noted Carson, his smile still firmly in place. “I should probably warn you that once Rodney gets it in his head it’s nigh impossible to change his mind. He may not seem like a social butterfly but he is good…very good.”
Carson let his voice drop as he leaned back in the chair, noting the Colonel’s stunned expression before he closed his eyes and started talking again, “He’ll start with your throat and start kissing and licking and oh lord, the sucking…working his way over every inch of you’re body until you’re so sensitive you can’t stand it. I’ve never had any one pay tribute to my nipples the way that man does. Licking and sucking until you want to scream.”
Peeking an eye open, Carson couldn’t help but flush seeing the Colonel staring absently into space, his eyes glassy with desire. His whole body was taut as he listened and tried to fight reacting. Carson’s mouth turned upward slightly as he closed his eyes and continued, “And those hands. Have I mentioned his hands? I’m sure you’ve noticed when he’s workin’ how deft and smooth he is with them.” John’s breath hitched in the quietness of the room, confirming he had in fact noticed Rodney’s hands. Carson almost chuckled, this was too easy.
“When I say his mouth is wicked, his hands are worse, all slicked up and moving into your ass one at a time, nudgin’ that one spot over and over, filling you up. You want more but you’re so full you don’t think you can possible take more and you want him to move. Want him to do more until your bucking into his hand beggin’ him to do more and more, but each time he knows to back off, leaving ya hangin’ on the edge, unable to speak or even breathe.” The heavy breathing coming from John stopped Carson’s monolog and he opened his eyes. John was flopped back on the bed, his eyes closed and his chest rising and falling in rapid succession as he tried to regain some control.
Quietly standing up, Carson moved towards the door before speaking again, “Here I’ve gone and said too much. I should be going.”
Flustered, John sat up quickly, shifting hurriedly when his erection strained against the course material of his pants. Carson didn’t bother averting his eyes, “I’d say Rodney is right in this case, Colonel. You won’t last the week.”
As he exited the room, he missed John’s anguished sigh, “Nobody said this was a tag team effort.”
This time is was Carson that found Rodney. “Are you busy, Rodney?”
Glancing up from his work, Rodney only had to see the look in Carson’s eyes to know that he was in his lab for one reason and one reason only. Shutting his laptop, Rodney motioned him into his private lab, glad he’d chosen the out of the way space for times like this. The door shut behind Beckett as he entered and hearing the lock slip into place, he wasted no time removing his lab coat as he approached his lover.
His voice held a note of desperation, “If I haven’t said this, that man is not straight.” Arms snaked around the scientist’s back and drifted to his ass, gripping it in a firm grasp as Carson buried his face in the crook of Rodney’s neck, inhaling sharply, “Dear god, you didn’t tell me he made noises.”
“He makes noises, Carson,” whispered Rodney, his own lips nuzzling the doctor’s ear. “Hot, delicious noises.”
Fingers dug into his ass as Carson sighed, “I don’t know if I can do this, Rodney. It’s very hard not to want to touch.
Rodney’s hands pushed between them, roaming Carson’s chest until he reached his nipples, lingering there until he heard a pleasurable moan come from the doctor. He moaned back, “Let me touch you.” Carson whimpered and soon forgot all about Colonel Sheppard.
Author: chaps1870
Pairing: eventual Rodney/Carson/Sheppard
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!
Chapter Three
It was late and Rodney was still in his lab working. Well, not so much as he was trying to bury the past few days under the pretense of working. It wasn’t working. Earlier, he’d left Sheppard in the jumper and went straight to the infirmary looking for Carson. All that got him was a great blow job and Carson suggesting that perhaps if they could get the Colonel to admit there was some attraction that things might go from there. Carson obviously had hidden kinks Rodney hadn’t been aware of. Not necessarily a bad thing. The only problem was that even if Carson did want Sheppard as badly as he did, there didn’t seem to be a way to break down the Colonel’s defenses.
“McKay.”
Jumping in his seat, Rodney startled, splattering coffee on both his hand and his shirt. He turned sharply and glowered at the man in the doorway, brushing away the coffee stains now gracing his shirt, “Damn it, you do that on purpose.”
Leaning into the doorjam, his arms crossed and a smug smile on his face, Sheppard shrugged. “You need to cut back on the coffee, it makes you jumpy.”
“Fuck you, don’t you have somewhere else to go.”
He sauntered into the lab, “Not really, it’s midnight.”
“Go to bed then, like a good soldier.”
“You’re awfully testy. Shouldn’t you be off with ‘someone’? Might improve your mood,” inquired Sheppard, obviously hedging for information.
Rodney smirked, “I got some earlier.”
“Too much information, McKay,” said Sheppard, clearly deflated by Rodney’s claim.
“Too bad. You started it.” On a roll and frustrated, Rodney started rambling. “I’m going to assume you’ve never even considered a man before and that you have no clue what you’re even missing out on. I’m sure all your sexual encounters have been mindless bimbos that chant…” Rodney raised his arms, his hands fluttering as his voice went falsetto, “Oh John, you’re so beautiful, make me come.”
Rolling his eyes, Rodney continued in his normal tone, “And of course you do your duty as quickly as possible and move on to your own needs, because while women are nice, I’m betting they don’t really do it for you. It’s just a way to find release. I’d wager that you’ve never had one of your ‘dates’ actually take the time to seduce you. To make you want to scream for release or hell, even beg for it.”
“I don’t beg,” quipped Sheppard, trying to hide his sudden curiosity, because damn it, McKay was right. Sex was just sex, and more often than not it was just a way to get rid of the tension and frustration. Yeah, some women were better than others, but most of them were pretty passive when it came to sex. They expected him to take the lead and he did. He didn’t really see himself as the submissive sex partner.
Rodney shook his head, “Oh please, everyone begs eventually.”
“Oh really and you’re suddenly an authority?” John really wasn’t sure he wanted to have this conversation and yet he couldn’t stop himself from antagonizing McKay.
“Obviously I know more than you do, which, oh wait…doesn’t surprise me,” said Rodney, superiorly. “A week, Colonel. One week and I can make you beg for it.”
Swallowing hard, Sheppard squeaked, “Huh? Not gonna happen.”
“Humph.” Rodney turned his back on him and buried his head in his laptop. He could feel Sheppard’s eyes on his back and he smiled. The man was still sitting there, waiting for more.
He kept his voice low as he spoke to his computer, “There is something to be said about having your dick sucked by another man.” Hearing a sputtered breath behind him, Rodney continued, “They know what to do with it and there is nothing quite like having it buried so deep in their throat that you can actually feel the throat muscles tightening around the head as they try to swallow. Or on the other side of that is taking it in your mouth and feeling how hard and how soft it is all at the same time. Running your tongue up and down that sensitive vein on the underside and feel it twitch in your mouth. Then opening your throat and letting it slip all the way to the back, hearing the moans of pleasure that comes with that. Then letting them take control and actually fuck your mouth. Feeling the power you have and the power they feel, pushing in and out all the way until you can smell their heat in the coarse hairs tickling your nose.”
That got a tiny whimper and Rodney went for the kill. “Of course, then you really have them and you can either keep sucking as they are pumping your mouth or you can slowly ease a finger up, letting it slip into their ass. Sometimes that’s all it takes and they are shooting down your throat, grabbing your hair and holding on tight as they shake all over, pushing and shoving in deeper so you get it all.” He paused a second, listening to the ragged breath behind him, then added huskily, his own arousal awakening with thoughts of how good it really did feel, “Of course other times, you have to work your finger in deeper to find that one spot that rips the pleasure right out of them and sometimes makes them scream your name. Pretty cool, actually.”
Rodney closed his laptop and stood up, turning to look down at the Sheppard, where he sat slumped against the couch with his head thrown back and his pants clearly outlining his bulging erection. He wasn’t aware Rodney had moved and opened his eyes to find him leaning over him with a wicked grin on his face, “Not gay?”
Sitting up, Sheppard winced as it pinched the tightness in his pants. “No!”
Reaching down, Rodney took one finger and very slowly traced the ridgeline of John’s erection. He heard the sharp intake of breath as he neared the crown and increased the pressure just as he passed over the tip. John lost it, crouching forward and moaning as his body betrayed him.
Leaning closer, Rodney whispered, “Liar.” He left John shuddering on his couch without looking back. Smiling on his way out the door, his step was much lighter and he decided a week was probably too long on his way to find Carson.
****
Carson was in his office when Colonel Sheppard arrived and was surprised at his flushed appearance, despite Rodney filling him in. He smothered a smile and questioned him, “What can I do for you, Colonel?”
“I need you to retest me,” blurted John, letting the door close behind him.
“Why?” drawled Carson, puzzled by the request.
“I…uh…I think it’s still affecting me…” Sheppard hinted, clearly embarrassed, “the drink they gave me.”
“I doubt it. You’re blood work came back fine. Why don’t you tell me what’s botherin’ you then and maybe I can help.”
Rubbing the back of his neck, John hesitated. “Um…Someone said some things to me and I… uh…reacted?”
Feigning a frown, Carson bit back a smile, “Reacted how? You’re not bein’ very clear, Colonel.”
Sheppard paced the tiny office, feeling embarrassed. He stopped his pacing and sank into a chair opposite Dr. Beckett, not daring to look up. “I got an erection, alright.”
“Well it must have been quite somethin’ they said then,” teased Carson, unable to stop the slow grin and the opportunity to rib the man.
His head shot up and Sheppard smirked, “Oh that’s funny, Doc.”
Flashing him a cheeky grin, Carson chuckled, “I thought so.” Replacing his smile with his best professional face, he became more serious, “I’m sorry. So you had a reaction to somethin’ someone said and you think it’s because of the drug. Why would you think that?”
Sheppard hesitated, then said offensively, “It was a guy that said it to me.”
“Well forgive me Colonel, but based on recent events I don’t find that too terribly alarming.” John looked ready to deny the accusation when Carson schooled an innocent look of surprise, “So you’re saying you’re not attracted to men? I thought with the way you acted towards me and…” Carson stopped, his face reddening against his will, “…well never mind what I thought. I suppose I could run another set of tests if it would make you feel better.”
An hour later, Carson tracked down the Colonel in his room to deliver the results personally. Rodney’s idea. Admittedly, it seemed a good one, and Carson couldn’t deny that it might be nice to see the Colonel on the receiving end of some sexual frustration after his performance in the infirmary.
Standing inside the Colonel’s quarters was a little unsettling, but he forged ahead, “I thought you would want to know that results came back negative. There is no sign of any foreign substances in your system.” He went with an apologetic look, “I’m sorry.”
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Sheppard put his elbows on his knees as his head dropped. He muttered, “I am not gay.”
Pulling out the chair from the small desk nearby, Carson sat down and offered quietly, “Maybe you’re bi.”
Sheppard’s head shot up, looking thoroughly depressed. “Big help you are.”
“I suppose it’s only natural for you to get some attention after your performance in the Gateroom. Perhaps you can avoid this person,” said Carson innocently, knowing full well just how difficult it was to avoid Rodney if he didn’t want to be avoided. The man had too much technology at his disposal and hiding was impossible.
“There is no way to avoid Rod…” He realized his mistake as soon as the words were out of his mouth, but Carson seemed unfazed by the revelation.
“Aye, he’s persistent if nothing else and a wicked tongue to boot. I’ve a hard time myself sometimes and I’m used to it.”
Lights and sirens went off behind John’s eyes and he eyed Carson, “Oh god, it’s you. You’re the someone.”
Smiling proudly, Carson answered, “You get used to him and I might add that you are lucky he hasn’t touched you yet.”
“How can you sit there so calmly when he’s…”
Carson chimed in, “Making the move on you? I suppose there is that, but I’m thinkin’ that if he does in fact make you see the truth then I won’t be so bad off. You did come on to me in the infirmary.”
Seeing the gleam of amusement in Carson’s eyes, John buried his head in his hands and moaned, “You’re both in on this.”
“Aye, but just remember, you started it,” noted Carson, his smile still firmly in place. “I should probably warn you that once Rodney gets it in his head it’s nigh impossible to change his mind. He may not seem like a social butterfly but he is good…very good.”
Carson let his voice drop as he leaned back in the chair, noting the Colonel’s stunned expression before he closed his eyes and started talking again, “He’ll start with your throat and start kissing and licking and oh lord, the sucking…working his way over every inch of you’re body until you’re so sensitive you can’t stand it. I’ve never had any one pay tribute to my nipples the way that man does. Licking and sucking until you want to scream.”
Peeking an eye open, Carson couldn’t help but flush seeing the Colonel staring absently into space, his eyes glassy with desire. His whole body was taut as he listened and tried to fight reacting. Carson’s mouth turned upward slightly as he closed his eyes and continued, “And those hands. Have I mentioned his hands? I’m sure you’ve noticed when he’s workin’ how deft and smooth he is with them.” John’s breath hitched in the quietness of the room, confirming he had in fact noticed Rodney’s hands. Carson almost chuckled, this was too easy.
“When I say his mouth is wicked, his hands are worse, all slicked up and moving into your ass one at a time, nudgin’ that one spot over and over, filling you up. You want more but you’re so full you don’t think you can possible take more and you want him to move. Want him to do more until your bucking into his hand beggin’ him to do more and more, but each time he knows to back off, leaving ya hangin’ on the edge, unable to speak or even breathe.” The heavy breathing coming from John stopped Carson’s monolog and he opened his eyes. John was flopped back on the bed, his eyes closed and his chest rising and falling in rapid succession as he tried to regain some control.
Quietly standing up, Carson moved towards the door before speaking again, “Here I’ve gone and said too much. I should be going.”
Flustered, John sat up quickly, shifting hurriedly when his erection strained against the course material of his pants. Carson didn’t bother averting his eyes, “I’d say Rodney is right in this case, Colonel. You won’t last the week.”
As he exited the room, he missed John’s anguished sigh, “Nobody said this was a tag team effort.”
This time is was Carson that found Rodney. “Are you busy, Rodney?”
Glancing up from his work, Rodney only had to see the look in Carson’s eyes to know that he was in his lab for one reason and one reason only. Shutting his laptop, Rodney motioned him into his private lab, glad he’d chosen the out of the way space for times like this. The door shut behind Beckett as he entered and hearing the lock slip into place, he wasted no time removing his lab coat as he approached his lover.
His voice held a note of desperation, “If I haven’t said this, that man is not straight.” Arms snaked around the scientist’s back and drifted to his ass, gripping it in a firm grasp as Carson buried his face in the crook of Rodney’s neck, inhaling sharply, “Dear god, you didn’t tell me he made noises.”
“He makes noises, Carson,” whispered Rodney, his own lips nuzzling the doctor’s ear. “Hot, delicious noises.”
Fingers dug into his ass as Carson sighed, “I don’t know if I can do this, Rodney. It’s very hard not to want to touch.
Rodney’s hands pushed between them, roaming Carson’s chest until he reached his nipples, lingering there until he heard a pleasurable moan come from the doctor. He moaned back, “Let me touch you.” Carson whimpered and soon forgot all about Colonel Sheppard.
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my god, the tag-team dirty talking...and I could just hear Rodney saying all those things so matter-of-factly, and then later Carson saying the most delightful things in that accent of his *fans self* and then, "Oh, I've gone and said too much" - that made me laugh out loud!
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