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Chapter Six
Rodney wasn’t released until the next day, Carson hovering the whole time despite his own injuries. The doctor’s face sported a nasty bruise along the left side in addition to the cut Lorne had given him and his eye was swelled shut. He looked much worse for wear than Rodney did, who only had a wrapped forearm and a set of bruises around his neck.
John had popped into the infirmary a couple of times to check on them, but otherwise left them alone, not wanting to intrude on their time. Seeing both Rodney and Carson go down in the infirmary had twisted John’s gut in a way he hadn’t thought possible. It was the longest fifteen minutes of his life and he couldn’t stop reliving it in his mind, even now, two days later.
Sitting on his bed, sweating and shaking, he shivered as his nightmare hung on to the last threads of his consciousness. Without thought, he got up and slipped on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt leaving his room with only one thing in mind. He had to know they were okay, had to see for himself that the images that clung tenaciously in his head weren’t real.
Slipping into Rodney’s room without notice, he stood in the dark with only the light of the computer screen to illuminate the two figures in the bed. So Carson was here as well and they both seemed to be sleeping soundly. He could slip out unnoticed, assured they were okay now. Instead he found himself stepping closer, almost unwillingly.
“John?”
Sheppard jumped, startled by Carson’s soft inquiry and then blushed at having been caught. He whispered, “Go back to sleep. I didn’t mean to wake you.” He reached out to stop Carson from moving but it was too late.
Sitting up, Carson nudged Rodney, “Wake up, luv.”
Rodney jerked awake, eyes darting around the dimly lit room. Seeing John standing at the edge of the bed, he tilted his head and asked curiously, “What’s wrong?”
Edging back to the door, John explained sheepishly, “Nothing. I didn’t mean to wake you. Both of you, go back to sleep.”
Pulling his knees up, Rodney rubbed the back of his neck and then his face, and sighed tiredly, “Hmmm, too late.” He waved him closer, with a roll of his hand. “Might as well sit down. You look like shit.”
“Rodney’s right. Why don’t you tell us what’s wrong?” said Carson, his voice concerned.
John remained standing, “I just had a dream is all. I had to make sure you were okay.” He started to turn, intent on leaving with some of his dignity intact, “I’ll just go.”
Before he could make the door, two sets of hands were on him, holding him in place. Carson’s arm draped around his back as he asked softly, “Do you want to stay?”
Rodney stood in front of him, his eyes begging the same question. John found himself staring and turned away only to see Carson staring at him with the same intensity. His hand came up of its own volition, tracing the bruise on the doctor’s face with the lightest of touches. Carson closed his eyes, leaning into the touch and John suppressed the shutter that threatened. Rodney’s hands rested on John’s hips, unmoving, waiting for an answer, letting John make the connection with Carson. He watched as John’s eyes took in the damage to Carson’s face and the tinge of sadness and anger pass over his features.
He knew how he felt about John, they’d work together for too long not to make that subtle and sometimes invisible connection, but irregardless it was still there and only recently had Sheppard come to admit that it was there. Not in words so much as his actions and Rodney had known, despite his teasing that it was only a matter of time. With Carson it wasn’t so obvious and although Rodney knew how Carson felt about the Colonel, he wasn’t so sure how John felt about the doctor. Rodney wanted both of them, but his loyalties were split. He loved Carson too much to consider a relationship that included John if the two men couldn’t find a common ground.
A slow nod from John and Rodney’s anxiety eased away. Carson slipped silently behind John, his arms snaking around the Colonel’s waist as he leaned in and nuzzled under his ear. Stepping closer, Rodney pressed himself against John, his hands drifting upward as he leaned forward and kissed Carson, drawing his attention away for a brief second. Their eyes met, a silent flash of consent passing between them, before they returned their attention to John.
As Carson nibbled his neck, John leaned his head back, resting it on the doctor’s shoulder and exposing his throat to Rodney who was tracing his collarbone through the threadbare material of his shirt. Rodney’s hand’s stilled and he asked huskily, his voice low, “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” moaned John. Carson hands were roaming his chest, brushing his nipples with each pass. As close as he was, John could feel the hardness of Carson’s arousal pressed into his ass and his mind was rapidly shutting down to all but wonderful sensations coursing through him. This was what he needed…what he wanted. Had wanted for a very long time, but had been held in check all his life by subconscious barriers he only recently discovered. Suddenly it all seemed right as everything clicked into place and he gave himself over to Rodney and Carson.
Rodney’s hands slipped to the hem of his shirt and lifted it, his mouth following in its wake. Before it cleared his chest, Carson took over and deftly removed it, barely breaking contact as his mouth continued to trace a path down John’s spine, eliciting a series of shivers and a moan of approval.
While Carson licked and sucked his way up and down his back, Rodney was doing evil things with his tongue, showing John that he did in fact have very sensitive nipples and if someone didn’t touch his dick real soon he was going to have to beg. Which at the moment was out of the question since all he could manage were grunts, moans and the occasional whimper.
Carson’s hands slipped to John’s hips and moved them both forward until Rodney’s back was to the wall. Feeling Rodney’s hardness press into his own, John jerked back only to feel Carson’s pressing into him from behind. There was a moment of blind panic, until Rodney slipped his hands in John’s, entangling their fingers, grounding him. He stared into Rodney’s lust filled eyes, startled by the intensity and depth of emotion he found there, knowing it mirrored his own. Breathing harshly, John leaned his head forward, resting it in the crook of Rodney’s neck. The skin there was too tempting and he had to kiss it, taste the scent that was pure Rodney.
His and Rodney’s hands slid slowly up the wall until they were above their heads, clenching and unclenching as Carson’s hands slid into his sweats, teasing the flesh just under the waistband. John squirmed at the contact, bringing a moan from both doctor and scientist and he couldn’t resist doing it again, loving the sound they made. He kept kissing until he reached Rodney’s mouth and willingly it opened to his tongue, letting him discover and taste at his leisure. So caught up in the kissing, he gasped and bucked forward when a cool, slick finger slipped into the crease of his ass and brushed his opening. John had been blissfully unaware that Carson had slipped his sweats off. Now all three of them were naked and he could have cared less how he got that way.
Rodney smiled reassuringly, still holding his hands in place against the wall. Carson was pressed tightly to John’s back and was now breathing heavily into his ear, “I want you.”
John twisted his head enough to kiss Carson and was soon breathless as they battled lips, teeth and tongue for dominance, all the while the doctor’s fingers teased his entrance. When a finger finally breached his opening, John stilled, his hands gripping Rodney’s tightly. Panting for air, he threw his head back onto Carson’s shoulder and tried not to fight the intrusion. It didn’t really hurt, but it was uncomfortable enough that he wasn’t sure if he wanted any more.
“Relax, don’t fight it. He won’t hurt you,” whispered Rodney, dropping featherlight kisses on his face.
An innate trust had John nodding and Carson slipped in further. Easing out slowly, allowing him time to adjust, then slipping in a bit more. About to insist Carson stop, John’s insides quivered with pleasure. He moaned out loud and gasped between breaths, “Oh god! Do that again.”
Rodney eased his fingers from John’s grasp and said hoarsely, “Keep them there.”
John kept his hands on the wall as Rodney fingers traced an imaginary line from his wrist to his shoulder, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Rodney trailed fingers down his sides and when he could go no lower, he dropped to his knees and moved his hands down John’s thighs, increasing the pressure of his touch until he got to his ankles. From there Rodney roamed back up the inside of John’s legs, nudging them open as he climbed higher.
Another of Carson’s finger slipped into him and John’s knees threatened to buckle at the fullness he felt and the power of the sensations he’d never experienced before. Every inch of his body felt alive as Carson stroked him inside and Rodney licked and kissed him as if it were his favorite food group. It was quickly becoming too much and he closed his eyes letting his forehead rest against the cool wall as he struggled for control. Just as suddenly Rodney stopped and then Carson, both of them motionless as he fought to catch his breath.
It took several seconds before he could open his eyes. Looking down, John watched as Rodney reached between his legs to fondle Carson’s balls that were pressed to his thigh. Rodney grinned sheepishly, “Carson has very nice balls.” His eyes grew dark and serious as he stared into John’s, and he when he spoke his voice was husky with desire, “He wants to fuck you.”
Carson rubbed against John’s ass and resumed his slow finger fucking, whispering in a half strangled gasp against John’s neck, “Let me inside you.”
Sweaty and desperate, John was half out of his mind with need and couldn’t have said no, even if real words were a possibility. As it was, his only response was to push back on the fingers, deepening their penetration. And then they were gone, He was totally unprepared for the sudden loss and actually heard himself whimper.
Rodney and Carson both stifled a chuckle and he gave them his best glare. At least until he felt the blunt head of Carson’s dick pressing against his opening. He wanted this, wanted to feel Carson inside him, but he tensed nonetheless, unsure what to expect. One of Carson’s hands rested on his hip, a solid warmth of comfort as he felt the hardness ease into the tightness of ass. It was so much more than a couple fingers and yet he welcomed the stretching, the feeling of fullness again. Any pain was washed away when Rodney’s lips enclosed around his softening cock and began sucking it to hardness.
The harder he got the more Rodney took in, until he was pushing the back of his throat. John tried to pull away, fearful of hurting him after his near strangulation by Lorne but Carson was pushing into him, forcing him further into Rodney’s mouth. John looked down and started to protest when he realized that Rodney’s hands were on Carson’s thighs guiding his motions. Bracing himself against the wall, he let them take over, gasping with each stroke of Carson’s dick against his prostate and the feel of Rodney swallowing as he buried himself deep in his throat.
There was nothing to compare to this. Nothing in Rodney or Carson’s teasing comments had prepared him for the overpowering sensations that coursed through his veins, threatening to explode. He was so close, and yet he willed himself to hang on. Hang on for one more minute so this wouldn’t have end. So he wouldn’t have to give up the incredible fullness in his ass or the delightful warmth surrounding his dick. He wondered briefly why he’d held out so long, thinking he couldn’t do this. How stupid was that!
Things seemed to speed up and slow down all in a heartbeat as the tightness of Rodney’s throat did him in and the tingle began at the base of his spine. His balls tightened as the ecstasy built to impossible levels. His muscles spasmed around the cock in his ass, intensifying the sensations as his body had something to grip onto. He convulsed under the onslaught of pleasure, willing it to stop and wanting it to go on forever.
He felt Carson slam into him and Rodney suck him harder dragging his orgasm to unimaginable heights until everything culminated in a white hot eruption that pulled his balls up tight and forced his hips into an erratic pattern of thrust and release. It seemed to go on and on, until the next thing he realized he was on the floor, impaled on Carson’s rock hard length and Rodney now standing beside them, jerking himself to completion. John moaned and shuddered through the aftermath, the added sensation of Carson bucking up into him almost too much for his oversensitive nerves.
Carson suddenly wrapped a thick arm around his waist and held on, forcing him down onto his dick as he arched upward, faster and harder until he cried out in a string of Gaelic curses. He felt it then, the heated splatter on his neck and face as he turned towards Rodney. Carson felt it too and moaned loudly, thrusting sharply a few more times. John hung limply in his arms, savoring the warmth that filled him with Carson’s release. It wasn’t long before they all lay in a tangle of limbs, sweat and stickiness, soft moans of satisfaction the only sounds being made.
Rodney was the first to stir and he lifted up, leaning over John and kissing him soundly. He smiled smugly, “Bed.”
Shaking his head, John sighed from where he lay in a heap on the floor, “I can’t. I think you broke me.”
Carson chuckled, “You obviously don’t know Rodney. The man is insatiable and does not take no for an answer.” Oddly, Carson didn’t act too put out by that. Any further comment was cut off when Rodney shifted and began kissing his lover. John watched, surprised when he felt a reaction in his groin. Not much, but the interest was definitely there and watching Rodney and Carson kiss was pretty damn hot.
Lifting up, John crawled to the bed and flopped down, his knees still on the floor. Before he could move the rest of the way, Rodney was behind in, straddling one leg. Leaning over his back, Rodney held him in place, “Stay.” Turning to Carson, who was stumbling towards the bed, he patted the space next to John. “Lay here, on you back.”
Carson moved onto the bed per Rodney’s instructions. John looked liked a boneless cat next to him. Rodney however seemed raring to go and they let him, content to just lay there for the moment. Nudging Carson, Rodney had him bend his knees, his feet on the very edge of the bed. His hand drifted to the inside of Carson’s thigh opening him wider as he pushed his knees onto the bed. Lifting up to give him room, John settled his head on Carson’s calf rather than make the effort to move and lazily traced patterns in the hair there.
Rodney wasn’t the least bit fazed by them and reaching for the lube Carson dropped earlier, proceeded to squirt a puddle onto his lover’s stomach. Carson snapped his head up and glared at him, squeaking at the coldness, “Ach, man, are you crazy?”
“Well it was that or use it cold, take your pick,” commented Rodney, his finger playfully twirling the gel making Carson moan despite his protests. “That’s what I thought.” Rodney smirked when Carson’s eyes went a little darker and he dropped his head back on the bed. John chuckled, his eyes still closed and completely relaxed.
The amusement died away when Rodney leaned over John’s back, whispering in his ear loud enough for Carson to hear, “You want to finger fuck, Carson, then bury yourself deep in his ass?”
Carson moaned and John’s eyes popped open his breathing noticeably louder. Rodney, still kneeling behind and to the side of John, said huskily, “Watch.”
John lifted up on his elbows and watched as Rodney coated his fingers, taking his time trailing them over Carson’s softened flesh, further and further back until the gasp from the doctor indicated he’d found what he was looking for. Rodney continued his actions, keeping a running commentary for John as he worked Carson. His voice was low and sensual, and unlike anything John would have expected from the hyper scientist. “You want your fingers slick. Makes it easier. Work your way around the entrance, circling the soft skin, slowly teasing your way in.”
The deep groan from Carson left no doubt that Rodney was doing exactly as he described. His hips arched off the bed as Rodney continued. John swallowed hard, his eyes torn between watching Rodney and watching Carson. As usual, Rodney’s concentration was totally focused on what he was doing. The intensity in his eyes and movements sent blood to John’s groin and despite his earlier conviction that he was done in, his dick was having second thoughts.
Tearing his eyes away from Rodney’s finger as he pushed in and out of Carson, John lifted his eyes to look at Carson. A faint sheen of perspiration dotting his flushed skin making John want to run his tongue up his stomach to the broad chest that rose and fell with increasing need. It surprised him to realize that this was the first time he’d ever seen Carson without a shirt and wondered why the man kept himself hidden or his arms for that matter. John knew the doctor was stout but seeing his biceps, taut from clenching the sheets, his eyes widened. The muscles of Carson’s upper arms were clearly defined, straining the skin covering them.
Unable to resist, John’s hand drifted closer, his fingers caressing and finally gripping it, feeling the solid muscle beneath his touch. From there it was easy to let his hand explore Carson’s chest, letting his fingers play across the bare chest, marveling at its smoothness and subtle strength. Rodney’s voice interrupted his roaming, “Give me your hand.”
John shifted enough to stabilize his balance and offered his hand to Rodney without hesitating. Not sure what to expect, he watched in awe as Rodney removed his finger from Carson and coated John’s with lube as he had his own then stuck out his index finger and said quietly, “Like this.”
Imitating it with his own hand, John’s breath hitched when Rodney wrapped his hand in the identical gesture and moved both their fingers to Carson’s opening. Carson lifted up on his elbows, his eyes wild as he tried to see as they entered his body together, fingers side by side and stretching him. “Oh dear, God.” His hips arched involuntarily, pressing their fingers deeper.
Rodney’s voice was seductive, “Feel the tightness…the heat…the way it wraps around you…drawing you in.” John shivered, Carson moaned and Rodney smiled, “Curl your finger and feel.” He pulled their fingers out very slowly, dragging it over the small bump and John almost jerked away when Carson cried out.
“Prostate,” Rodney said by way of explanation, his hand still holding John’s as they moved in and out of Carson.
Carson was sweating heavier now, it gathering on his chest and face as he begged, “Please, Rodney. More.”
Pulling out of Carson, John looked up at Rodney and getting a nod, he added a second finger along side his and Rodney’s and held his breath as he slowly eased their three fingers back into the tightness. He shuddered as Carson’s muscles gripped him, resisting briefly before allowing him to slide back into the warmness. John’s hips pushed into the edge of the bed in time to his thrusting fingers and Rodney’s slow pace. After several more thrusts, Rodney removed their fingers and wrapped his hand around John’s showing him how to curl his hand, making it smaller. Without releasing his hold, he eased it into Carson and both men moaned at the added pressure.
John was mesmerized as Rodney guided him, easing his four fingers in and out of Carson in a slow and agonizing motion. Carson was pressing down with each inward press, deepening penetration with each thrust. Rodney muttered softly, “Think about that around your cock… squeezing…gripping it.”
His chest heaving and hands fisting the sheets, Carson groaned, “Please, Rodney. I want him in me.”
Carson begging had to be the hottest thing John had ever heard. Ignoring Rodney’s guidance, John started thrusting his fingers harder into Carson, licking his lips in anticipation as the doctor moaned and jerked each time John’s fingers stroked his prostate. Rodney slipped from behind John and eased onto the bed beside Carson, leaning over him enough to kiss and fondle his nipples as John continued to finger fuck him.
Carson was close…too close and only Rodney’s tight grip around the base of his shaft kept him from coming when his teeth latched onto a nipple. He squirmed, “Oh dear god…need…need…oh god…Rodney…let me…come.”
Burying his head in Carson’s neck, Rodney nuzzled his way to his ear. “Not yet. Scoot back, all the way. I want to be able to fuck John while he’s fucking you.” Carson jerked in Rodney’s hand and threw his head back as he arched upward, desperate for more contact. He scooted, making John lose his hold and he slumped on the bed almost crying at the sudden loss.
John felt the same and scrambled after him, settling on his knees between Carson’s outstretched legs. Rodney moved behind John, his hands running up and down his chest and stomach as he licked and sucked at his neck. “Wrap your arms under his knees.”
Doing as he was told, John lifted Carson’s legs and let them rest against his chest. As his erection brushed against Carson’s, John’s hips shot forward, wanting and needing more. Rodney stilled him, wrapping a hand around his throbbing cock. Guiding him forward, Rodney half groaned, “Slowly. You don’t want to hurt him.” John nodded frantically, gasping when he tried to push into Carson. Even with the preparation there was a slight resistance as the ring of muscle gripped the crown of his cock.
Rodney held his hips firmly, not allowing him to push. “Give him a minute. You’ll feel it.” And he did. The resistance was suddenly gone and he slipped in, burying himself deep in Carson’s ass. It was totally unexpected, the ease with which Carson took him and the doctor was wide-eyed and panting.
Reaching around John, Rodney rubbed Carson’s stomach. “You okay?”
John was gasping for air, his eyes clenched tight as he fought for some control. “Sorry, sorry, sorry.”
Any concern was negated when Carson reached for his cock and hissed, “Move!”
Still breathless, his arms shaking as he gripped Carson’s legs tighter, John gritted his teeth, “Need a minute, here.”
He’d thought that being in a man wouldn’t be much different than a woman, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. The tightness was almost painful in its intensity but it was localized around Carson’s entrance, not like a woman where it gripped his cock all over and still not as tightly as this. And the heat. A woman was wet and warm, but this was so much warmer, making him want to bury himself as deep as possible. He wanted to stay were he was, unmoving, because it was safer this way. Safer than moving and risking it being over before he had a chance to really enjoy it.
Rodney backed off, instead focusing his attention on Carson, whose head was thrown back, a blissful look on his face as he stroked himself. “God that is so hot, Carson.”
John’s breath hitched, “Not helping, Rodney.”
Leaning into John, Rodney slipped his slippery cock in the crease of his ass, “Stop with the control thing and fuck him.” Rodney nudged John’s opening and slipped in easily, his own breath catching at the tightness and warmth that engulfed his hard length.
Arms straining to hold himself and Rodney up, John sunk deeper into Carson, eliciting a deep groan from the doctor, “I’m goin’ to come whether one of you does something or not, so stop dawdling.”
Rodney thrust into John, driving him deeper into Carson, who grunted his approval then set up a pounding that was a sharp contrast to his earlier slow seduction. Trapped between Carson and Rodney, John was slammed forward, pulled back and slammed forward, over and over. It was too much and not enough and John could hear someone begging for more over the rush of blood coursing through his brain. He thought maybe it might be him, but he would never beg so it couldn’t be him.
All thought processes shut down as Carson screamed his name. John felt the vice like grip quiver and spasm around his cock as Carson jerked and convulsed, showering the space between them with a milky stickiness. The sight, sound and sensations of Carson coming sent John over the edge into before unreached heights of pleasure culminating in a mind-shattering, gut-wrenching, hardest and best orgasm of his life.
He was pretty sure he whimpered as Rodney drove into his prostate a final time, burying himself impossibly deep in John’s ass as he screamed his release. The added sensation proved too much and John passed out.
Chapter Seven
Waking up later, it was dark and John was smothered in a tangle of arms and legs. Oddly, it was kind of nice and he relaxed into the warmth. Carson was burrowed in John’s chest, his arm thrown haphazardly over his back and a leg tucked between his two. Rodney was spooned behind Carson’s his arms and legs wrapped possessively around the doctor, with one hand presently resting on John’s head, his fingers entangling his hair.
One of his own arms was resting on Rodney’s hip and the other was trapped under Carson somewhere. He snuggled closer, closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep. The next time he woke fingers were softly carding through his hair. Opening his eyes, Rodney was staring at him intently with Carson sound asleep between them.
Rodney’s hand stilled and said rather surprised, “You stayed.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” questioned Sheppard quietly, a slow smile gracing his face.
Shrugging, Rodney’s hand resumed its light stroking of the Colonel’s hair. “I thought…well…we ambushed you. I thought you’d take off.”
John raised an eyebrow, “You made me beg you bastard. How could I leave after that?”
Rodney said smugly, “I did, didn’t I.” His voice lowered, “Pretty hot too. Wanna go for two outta three…or three outta three?”
A sleepy voice interrupted him, “Shut up, Rodney. You begged too.”
Frowning, Rodney buried his face in Carson’s shoulder, “Did I? All I heard were the two of you.”
“Didja now?” Carson smiled evilly and nudging John they both pounced on the scientist, kissing and groping until he was the one begging. A very long shower later, they all dressed and left for their respective jobs.
Epilogue
Sheppard was noticeably missing from Rodney’s lab until late in the afternoon. When he finally sauntered in… and yes the cocky bastard actually sauntered, only Radek, Kavanaugh and McKay remained. He took up residence on the edge of Rodney’s desk and picked up an Ancient device that was laying there.
“Put it down, Colonel. It’s not a toy,” said Rodney, without looking up. Actually he was trying not to stare at the Colonel’s crotch that had been strategically placed in front of him. When Sheppard, ignored him, Rodney reached for the device and snatched it away, “Do you mind? Some of us have work to do.”
Kavanaugh piped up, “You’re awfully testy, McKay. You should be nicer to the good Colonel. You got the only sex you’re ever liable to get. Too bad for you the Colonel is no longer drugged to the gills and desperate.”
Radek watched the exchange with amusement. “If he was so desperate why didn’t he pick you Kavanaugh? I hear you are still virgin with ass so tight you couldn’t stick pin up it.”
John snickered, “Good point, Radek” He shrugged, “ But since it was my decision, I picked McKay here.” He flashed a red-faced Rodney a lustful look and grabbed him by the front of the jacket. Pulling a stunned Rodney to his feet, he leaned in and kissed him hard, only letting go when they were both breathless. Rodney didn’t even hesitate as he grabbed John back and turned them until he had the Colonel’s back to the wall and was kissing him soundly.
Kavanaugh was making noises of disgust as he left the lab, and Radek trailed behind stopping at the door before leaving. He said in a half strangled voice, “I…um…I need…to get something...” He stared at the two men and blushed as he added hastily, “from my room. Yes, from my room. Going now…to my room.”
The were left alone and Rodney finally pulled back from the kiss and shook his head, “What happened to don’t ask don’t tell, cause I’m pretty sure you just outted us.”
Sheppard shrugged sheepishly and Rodney rolled his eyes, reaching for his headset, “Carson?”
“Yes, Rodney,” answered Carson.
“I need you to come to my lab. The Colonel is acting strangely again. I think he may still be affected by the drug.”
“Are you sure, Rodney?”
“Pretty sure,” grinned McKay, his hands working their way under John’s shirt.
“On my way,” said Carson.
Suddenly Dr. Weir’s voice broke into the conversation. “Do you need assistance, Rodney?”
“No, I think Carson and I can handle it, Elizabeth. Carson said this might be possible. Nothing to worry about. I’ll keep you informed.”
“Okay. Weir out.”
John was frowning at him, “What was that all about?”
Rodney resumed his caresses and leaned in for a kiss, muttering, “Damage control. Someone has to save you from yourself.”
“Humph,” was all John could manage, as Rodney continued his onslaught of kisses and caresses.
They lost themselves for several minutes, until Carson arrived. Stepping through the door, Carson locked it behind him and smiled broadly at the scene before him, “Did someone call for a doctor?”
John squeaked from where Rodney had him pinned to the wall, “Help.”
Carson snorted, “Ach, don’t come beggin’ to me after I told ya to leave him be. You get him going and you have to deal with the consequences.” Easing off his jacket, Carson slipped behind Rodney, his hands reaching around to slip into the scientist’s pants.
Rodney jerked forward into John’s hardness and the Colonel’s eyes widened, “This is so unfair.” He wasn’t very convincing as he thrust back into Rodney.
Both Carson and Rodney smiled, “You started it.”
THE END
Chapter Six
Rodney wasn’t released until the next day, Carson hovering the whole time despite his own injuries. The doctor’s face sported a nasty bruise along the left side in addition to the cut Lorne had given him and his eye was swelled shut. He looked much worse for wear than Rodney did, who only had a wrapped forearm and a set of bruises around his neck.
John had popped into the infirmary a couple of times to check on them, but otherwise left them alone, not wanting to intrude on their time. Seeing both Rodney and Carson go down in the infirmary had twisted John’s gut in a way he hadn’t thought possible. It was the longest fifteen minutes of his life and he couldn’t stop reliving it in his mind, even now, two days later.
Sitting on his bed, sweating and shaking, he shivered as his nightmare hung on to the last threads of his consciousness. Without thought, he got up and slipped on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt leaving his room with only one thing in mind. He had to know they were okay, had to see for himself that the images that clung tenaciously in his head weren’t real.
Slipping into Rodney’s room without notice, he stood in the dark with only the light of the computer screen to illuminate the two figures in the bed. So Carson was here as well and they both seemed to be sleeping soundly. He could slip out unnoticed, assured they were okay now. Instead he found himself stepping closer, almost unwillingly.
“John?”
Sheppard jumped, startled by Carson’s soft inquiry and then blushed at having been caught. He whispered, “Go back to sleep. I didn’t mean to wake you.” He reached out to stop Carson from moving but it was too late.
Sitting up, Carson nudged Rodney, “Wake up, luv.”
Rodney jerked awake, eyes darting around the dimly lit room. Seeing John standing at the edge of the bed, he tilted his head and asked curiously, “What’s wrong?”
Edging back to the door, John explained sheepishly, “Nothing. I didn’t mean to wake you. Both of you, go back to sleep.”
Pulling his knees up, Rodney rubbed the back of his neck and then his face, and sighed tiredly, “Hmmm, too late.” He waved him closer, with a roll of his hand. “Might as well sit down. You look like shit.”
“Rodney’s right. Why don’t you tell us what’s wrong?” said Carson, his voice concerned.
John remained standing, “I just had a dream is all. I had to make sure you were okay.” He started to turn, intent on leaving with some of his dignity intact, “I’ll just go.”
Before he could make the door, two sets of hands were on him, holding him in place. Carson’s arm draped around his back as he asked softly, “Do you want to stay?”
Rodney stood in front of him, his eyes begging the same question. John found himself staring and turned away only to see Carson staring at him with the same intensity. His hand came up of its own volition, tracing the bruise on the doctor’s face with the lightest of touches. Carson closed his eyes, leaning into the touch and John suppressed the shutter that threatened. Rodney’s hands rested on John’s hips, unmoving, waiting for an answer, letting John make the connection with Carson. He watched as John’s eyes took in the damage to Carson’s face and the tinge of sadness and anger pass over his features.
He knew how he felt about John, they’d work together for too long not to make that subtle and sometimes invisible connection, but irregardless it was still there and only recently had Sheppard come to admit that it was there. Not in words so much as his actions and Rodney had known, despite his teasing that it was only a matter of time. With Carson it wasn’t so obvious and although Rodney knew how Carson felt about the Colonel, he wasn’t so sure how John felt about the doctor. Rodney wanted both of them, but his loyalties were split. He loved Carson too much to consider a relationship that included John if the two men couldn’t find a common ground.
A slow nod from John and Rodney’s anxiety eased away. Carson slipped silently behind John, his arms snaking around the Colonel’s waist as he leaned in and nuzzled under his ear. Stepping closer, Rodney pressed himself against John, his hands drifting upward as he leaned forward and kissed Carson, drawing his attention away for a brief second. Their eyes met, a silent flash of consent passing between them, before they returned their attention to John.
As Carson nibbled his neck, John leaned his head back, resting it on the doctor’s shoulder and exposing his throat to Rodney who was tracing his collarbone through the threadbare material of his shirt. Rodney’s hand’s stilled and he asked huskily, his voice low, “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” moaned John. Carson hands were roaming his chest, brushing his nipples with each pass. As close as he was, John could feel the hardness of Carson’s arousal pressed into his ass and his mind was rapidly shutting down to all but wonderful sensations coursing through him. This was what he needed…what he wanted. Had wanted for a very long time, but had been held in check all his life by subconscious barriers he only recently discovered. Suddenly it all seemed right as everything clicked into place and he gave himself over to Rodney and Carson.
Rodney’s hands slipped to the hem of his shirt and lifted it, his mouth following in its wake. Before it cleared his chest, Carson took over and deftly removed it, barely breaking contact as his mouth continued to trace a path down John’s spine, eliciting a series of shivers and a moan of approval.
While Carson licked and sucked his way up and down his back, Rodney was doing evil things with his tongue, showing John that he did in fact have very sensitive nipples and if someone didn’t touch his dick real soon he was going to have to beg. Which at the moment was out of the question since all he could manage were grunts, moans and the occasional whimper.
Carson’s hands slipped to John’s hips and moved them both forward until Rodney’s back was to the wall. Feeling Rodney’s hardness press into his own, John jerked back only to feel Carson’s pressing into him from behind. There was a moment of blind panic, until Rodney slipped his hands in John’s, entangling their fingers, grounding him. He stared into Rodney’s lust filled eyes, startled by the intensity and depth of emotion he found there, knowing it mirrored his own. Breathing harshly, John leaned his head forward, resting it in the crook of Rodney’s neck. The skin there was too tempting and he had to kiss it, taste the scent that was pure Rodney.
His and Rodney’s hands slid slowly up the wall until they were above their heads, clenching and unclenching as Carson’s hands slid into his sweats, teasing the flesh just under the waistband. John squirmed at the contact, bringing a moan from both doctor and scientist and he couldn’t resist doing it again, loving the sound they made. He kept kissing until he reached Rodney’s mouth and willingly it opened to his tongue, letting him discover and taste at his leisure. So caught up in the kissing, he gasped and bucked forward when a cool, slick finger slipped into the crease of his ass and brushed his opening. John had been blissfully unaware that Carson had slipped his sweats off. Now all three of them were naked and he could have cared less how he got that way.
Rodney smiled reassuringly, still holding his hands in place against the wall. Carson was pressed tightly to John’s back and was now breathing heavily into his ear, “I want you.”
John twisted his head enough to kiss Carson and was soon breathless as they battled lips, teeth and tongue for dominance, all the while the doctor’s fingers teased his entrance. When a finger finally breached his opening, John stilled, his hands gripping Rodney’s tightly. Panting for air, he threw his head back onto Carson’s shoulder and tried not to fight the intrusion. It didn’t really hurt, but it was uncomfortable enough that he wasn’t sure if he wanted any more.
“Relax, don’t fight it. He won’t hurt you,” whispered Rodney, dropping featherlight kisses on his face.
An innate trust had John nodding and Carson slipped in further. Easing out slowly, allowing him time to adjust, then slipping in a bit more. About to insist Carson stop, John’s insides quivered with pleasure. He moaned out loud and gasped between breaths, “Oh god! Do that again.”
Rodney eased his fingers from John’s grasp and said hoarsely, “Keep them there.”
John kept his hands on the wall as Rodney fingers traced an imaginary line from his wrist to his shoulder, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Rodney trailed fingers down his sides and when he could go no lower, he dropped to his knees and moved his hands down John’s thighs, increasing the pressure of his touch until he got to his ankles. From there Rodney roamed back up the inside of John’s legs, nudging them open as he climbed higher.
Another of Carson’s finger slipped into him and John’s knees threatened to buckle at the fullness he felt and the power of the sensations he’d never experienced before. Every inch of his body felt alive as Carson stroked him inside and Rodney licked and kissed him as if it were his favorite food group. It was quickly becoming too much and he closed his eyes letting his forehead rest against the cool wall as he struggled for control. Just as suddenly Rodney stopped and then Carson, both of them motionless as he fought to catch his breath.
It took several seconds before he could open his eyes. Looking down, John watched as Rodney reached between his legs to fondle Carson’s balls that were pressed to his thigh. Rodney grinned sheepishly, “Carson has very nice balls.” His eyes grew dark and serious as he stared into John’s, and he when he spoke his voice was husky with desire, “He wants to fuck you.”
Carson rubbed against John’s ass and resumed his slow finger fucking, whispering in a half strangled gasp against John’s neck, “Let me inside you.”
Sweaty and desperate, John was half out of his mind with need and couldn’t have said no, even if real words were a possibility. As it was, his only response was to push back on the fingers, deepening their penetration. And then they were gone, He was totally unprepared for the sudden loss and actually heard himself whimper.
Rodney and Carson both stifled a chuckle and he gave them his best glare. At least until he felt the blunt head of Carson’s dick pressing against his opening. He wanted this, wanted to feel Carson inside him, but he tensed nonetheless, unsure what to expect. One of Carson’s hands rested on his hip, a solid warmth of comfort as he felt the hardness ease into the tightness of ass. It was so much more than a couple fingers and yet he welcomed the stretching, the feeling of fullness again. Any pain was washed away when Rodney’s lips enclosed around his softening cock and began sucking it to hardness.
The harder he got the more Rodney took in, until he was pushing the back of his throat. John tried to pull away, fearful of hurting him after his near strangulation by Lorne but Carson was pushing into him, forcing him further into Rodney’s mouth. John looked down and started to protest when he realized that Rodney’s hands were on Carson’s thighs guiding his motions. Bracing himself against the wall, he let them take over, gasping with each stroke of Carson’s dick against his prostate and the feel of Rodney swallowing as he buried himself deep in his throat.
There was nothing to compare to this. Nothing in Rodney or Carson’s teasing comments had prepared him for the overpowering sensations that coursed through his veins, threatening to explode. He was so close, and yet he willed himself to hang on. Hang on for one more minute so this wouldn’t have end. So he wouldn’t have to give up the incredible fullness in his ass or the delightful warmth surrounding his dick. He wondered briefly why he’d held out so long, thinking he couldn’t do this. How stupid was that!
Things seemed to speed up and slow down all in a heartbeat as the tightness of Rodney’s throat did him in and the tingle began at the base of his spine. His balls tightened as the ecstasy built to impossible levels. His muscles spasmed around the cock in his ass, intensifying the sensations as his body had something to grip onto. He convulsed under the onslaught of pleasure, willing it to stop and wanting it to go on forever.
He felt Carson slam into him and Rodney suck him harder dragging his orgasm to unimaginable heights until everything culminated in a white hot eruption that pulled his balls up tight and forced his hips into an erratic pattern of thrust and release. It seemed to go on and on, until the next thing he realized he was on the floor, impaled on Carson’s rock hard length and Rodney now standing beside them, jerking himself to completion. John moaned and shuddered through the aftermath, the added sensation of Carson bucking up into him almost too much for his oversensitive nerves.
Carson suddenly wrapped a thick arm around his waist and held on, forcing him down onto his dick as he arched upward, faster and harder until he cried out in a string of Gaelic curses. He felt it then, the heated splatter on his neck and face as he turned towards Rodney. Carson felt it too and moaned loudly, thrusting sharply a few more times. John hung limply in his arms, savoring the warmth that filled him with Carson’s release. It wasn’t long before they all lay in a tangle of limbs, sweat and stickiness, soft moans of satisfaction the only sounds being made.
Rodney was the first to stir and he lifted up, leaning over John and kissing him soundly. He smiled smugly, “Bed.”
Shaking his head, John sighed from where he lay in a heap on the floor, “I can’t. I think you broke me.”
Carson chuckled, “You obviously don’t know Rodney. The man is insatiable and does not take no for an answer.” Oddly, Carson didn’t act too put out by that. Any further comment was cut off when Rodney shifted and began kissing his lover. John watched, surprised when he felt a reaction in his groin. Not much, but the interest was definitely there and watching Rodney and Carson kiss was pretty damn hot.
Lifting up, John crawled to the bed and flopped down, his knees still on the floor. Before he could move the rest of the way, Rodney was behind in, straddling one leg. Leaning over his back, Rodney held him in place, “Stay.” Turning to Carson, who was stumbling towards the bed, he patted the space next to John. “Lay here, on you back.”
Carson moved onto the bed per Rodney’s instructions. John looked liked a boneless cat next to him. Rodney however seemed raring to go and they let him, content to just lay there for the moment. Nudging Carson, Rodney had him bend his knees, his feet on the very edge of the bed. His hand drifted to the inside of Carson’s thigh opening him wider as he pushed his knees onto the bed. Lifting up to give him room, John settled his head on Carson’s calf rather than make the effort to move and lazily traced patterns in the hair there.
Rodney wasn’t the least bit fazed by them and reaching for the lube Carson dropped earlier, proceeded to squirt a puddle onto his lover’s stomach. Carson snapped his head up and glared at him, squeaking at the coldness, “Ach, man, are you crazy?”
“Well it was that or use it cold, take your pick,” commented Rodney, his finger playfully twirling the gel making Carson moan despite his protests. “That’s what I thought.” Rodney smirked when Carson’s eyes went a little darker and he dropped his head back on the bed. John chuckled, his eyes still closed and completely relaxed.
The amusement died away when Rodney leaned over John’s back, whispering in his ear loud enough for Carson to hear, “You want to finger fuck, Carson, then bury yourself deep in his ass?”
Carson moaned and John’s eyes popped open his breathing noticeably louder. Rodney, still kneeling behind and to the side of John, said huskily, “Watch.”
John lifted up on his elbows and watched as Rodney coated his fingers, taking his time trailing them over Carson’s softened flesh, further and further back until the gasp from the doctor indicated he’d found what he was looking for. Rodney continued his actions, keeping a running commentary for John as he worked Carson. His voice was low and sensual, and unlike anything John would have expected from the hyper scientist. “You want your fingers slick. Makes it easier. Work your way around the entrance, circling the soft skin, slowly teasing your way in.”
The deep groan from Carson left no doubt that Rodney was doing exactly as he described. His hips arched off the bed as Rodney continued. John swallowed hard, his eyes torn between watching Rodney and watching Carson. As usual, Rodney’s concentration was totally focused on what he was doing. The intensity in his eyes and movements sent blood to John’s groin and despite his earlier conviction that he was done in, his dick was having second thoughts.
Tearing his eyes away from Rodney’s finger as he pushed in and out of Carson, John lifted his eyes to look at Carson. A faint sheen of perspiration dotting his flushed skin making John want to run his tongue up his stomach to the broad chest that rose and fell with increasing need. It surprised him to realize that this was the first time he’d ever seen Carson without a shirt and wondered why the man kept himself hidden or his arms for that matter. John knew the doctor was stout but seeing his biceps, taut from clenching the sheets, his eyes widened. The muscles of Carson’s upper arms were clearly defined, straining the skin covering them.
Unable to resist, John’s hand drifted closer, his fingers caressing and finally gripping it, feeling the solid muscle beneath his touch. From there it was easy to let his hand explore Carson’s chest, letting his fingers play across the bare chest, marveling at its smoothness and subtle strength. Rodney’s voice interrupted his roaming, “Give me your hand.”
John shifted enough to stabilize his balance and offered his hand to Rodney without hesitating. Not sure what to expect, he watched in awe as Rodney removed his finger from Carson and coated John’s with lube as he had his own then stuck out his index finger and said quietly, “Like this.”
Imitating it with his own hand, John’s breath hitched when Rodney wrapped his hand in the identical gesture and moved both their fingers to Carson’s opening. Carson lifted up on his elbows, his eyes wild as he tried to see as they entered his body together, fingers side by side and stretching him. “Oh dear, God.” His hips arched involuntarily, pressing their fingers deeper.
Rodney’s voice was seductive, “Feel the tightness…the heat…the way it wraps around you…drawing you in.” John shivered, Carson moaned and Rodney smiled, “Curl your finger and feel.” He pulled their fingers out very slowly, dragging it over the small bump and John almost jerked away when Carson cried out.
“Prostate,” Rodney said by way of explanation, his hand still holding John’s as they moved in and out of Carson.
Carson was sweating heavier now, it gathering on his chest and face as he begged, “Please, Rodney. More.”
Pulling out of Carson, John looked up at Rodney and getting a nod, he added a second finger along side his and Rodney’s and held his breath as he slowly eased their three fingers back into the tightness. He shuddered as Carson’s muscles gripped him, resisting briefly before allowing him to slide back into the warmness. John’s hips pushed into the edge of the bed in time to his thrusting fingers and Rodney’s slow pace. After several more thrusts, Rodney removed their fingers and wrapped his hand around John’s showing him how to curl his hand, making it smaller. Without releasing his hold, he eased it into Carson and both men moaned at the added pressure.
John was mesmerized as Rodney guided him, easing his four fingers in and out of Carson in a slow and agonizing motion. Carson was pressing down with each inward press, deepening penetration with each thrust. Rodney muttered softly, “Think about that around your cock… squeezing…gripping it.”
His chest heaving and hands fisting the sheets, Carson groaned, “Please, Rodney. I want him in me.”
Carson begging had to be the hottest thing John had ever heard. Ignoring Rodney’s guidance, John started thrusting his fingers harder into Carson, licking his lips in anticipation as the doctor moaned and jerked each time John’s fingers stroked his prostate. Rodney slipped from behind John and eased onto the bed beside Carson, leaning over him enough to kiss and fondle his nipples as John continued to finger fuck him.
Carson was close…too close and only Rodney’s tight grip around the base of his shaft kept him from coming when his teeth latched onto a nipple. He squirmed, “Oh dear god…need…need…oh god…Rodney…let me…come.”
Burying his head in Carson’s neck, Rodney nuzzled his way to his ear. “Not yet. Scoot back, all the way. I want to be able to fuck John while he’s fucking you.” Carson jerked in Rodney’s hand and threw his head back as he arched upward, desperate for more contact. He scooted, making John lose his hold and he slumped on the bed almost crying at the sudden loss.
John felt the same and scrambled after him, settling on his knees between Carson’s outstretched legs. Rodney moved behind John, his hands running up and down his chest and stomach as he licked and sucked at his neck. “Wrap your arms under his knees.”
Doing as he was told, John lifted Carson’s legs and let them rest against his chest. As his erection brushed against Carson’s, John’s hips shot forward, wanting and needing more. Rodney stilled him, wrapping a hand around his throbbing cock. Guiding him forward, Rodney half groaned, “Slowly. You don’t want to hurt him.” John nodded frantically, gasping when he tried to push into Carson. Even with the preparation there was a slight resistance as the ring of muscle gripped the crown of his cock.
Rodney held his hips firmly, not allowing him to push. “Give him a minute. You’ll feel it.” And he did. The resistance was suddenly gone and he slipped in, burying himself deep in Carson’s ass. It was totally unexpected, the ease with which Carson took him and the doctor was wide-eyed and panting.
Reaching around John, Rodney rubbed Carson’s stomach. “You okay?”
John was gasping for air, his eyes clenched tight as he fought for some control. “Sorry, sorry, sorry.”
Any concern was negated when Carson reached for his cock and hissed, “Move!”
Still breathless, his arms shaking as he gripped Carson’s legs tighter, John gritted his teeth, “Need a minute, here.”
He’d thought that being in a man wouldn’t be much different than a woman, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. The tightness was almost painful in its intensity but it was localized around Carson’s entrance, not like a woman where it gripped his cock all over and still not as tightly as this. And the heat. A woman was wet and warm, but this was so much warmer, making him want to bury himself as deep as possible. He wanted to stay were he was, unmoving, because it was safer this way. Safer than moving and risking it being over before he had a chance to really enjoy it.
Rodney backed off, instead focusing his attention on Carson, whose head was thrown back, a blissful look on his face as he stroked himself. “God that is so hot, Carson.”
John’s breath hitched, “Not helping, Rodney.”
Leaning into John, Rodney slipped his slippery cock in the crease of his ass, “Stop with the control thing and fuck him.” Rodney nudged John’s opening and slipped in easily, his own breath catching at the tightness and warmth that engulfed his hard length.
Arms straining to hold himself and Rodney up, John sunk deeper into Carson, eliciting a deep groan from the doctor, “I’m goin’ to come whether one of you does something or not, so stop dawdling.”
Rodney thrust into John, driving him deeper into Carson, who grunted his approval then set up a pounding that was a sharp contrast to his earlier slow seduction. Trapped between Carson and Rodney, John was slammed forward, pulled back and slammed forward, over and over. It was too much and not enough and John could hear someone begging for more over the rush of blood coursing through his brain. He thought maybe it might be him, but he would never beg so it couldn’t be him.
All thought processes shut down as Carson screamed his name. John felt the vice like grip quiver and spasm around his cock as Carson jerked and convulsed, showering the space between them with a milky stickiness. The sight, sound and sensations of Carson coming sent John over the edge into before unreached heights of pleasure culminating in a mind-shattering, gut-wrenching, hardest and best orgasm of his life.
He was pretty sure he whimpered as Rodney drove into his prostate a final time, burying himself impossibly deep in John’s ass as he screamed his release. The added sensation proved too much and John passed out.
Chapter Seven
Waking up later, it was dark and John was smothered in a tangle of arms and legs. Oddly, it was kind of nice and he relaxed into the warmth. Carson was burrowed in John’s chest, his arm thrown haphazardly over his back and a leg tucked between his two. Rodney was spooned behind Carson’s his arms and legs wrapped possessively around the doctor, with one hand presently resting on John’s head, his fingers entangling his hair.
One of his own arms was resting on Rodney’s hip and the other was trapped under Carson somewhere. He snuggled closer, closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep. The next time he woke fingers were softly carding through his hair. Opening his eyes, Rodney was staring at him intently with Carson sound asleep between them.
Rodney’s hand stilled and said rather surprised, “You stayed.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” questioned Sheppard quietly, a slow smile gracing his face.
Shrugging, Rodney’s hand resumed its light stroking of the Colonel’s hair. “I thought…well…we ambushed you. I thought you’d take off.”
John raised an eyebrow, “You made me beg you bastard. How could I leave after that?”
Rodney said smugly, “I did, didn’t I.” His voice lowered, “Pretty hot too. Wanna go for two outta three…or three outta three?”
A sleepy voice interrupted him, “Shut up, Rodney. You begged too.”
Frowning, Rodney buried his face in Carson’s shoulder, “Did I? All I heard were the two of you.”
“Didja now?” Carson smiled evilly and nudging John they both pounced on the scientist, kissing and groping until he was the one begging. A very long shower later, they all dressed and left for their respective jobs.
Epilogue
Sheppard was noticeably missing from Rodney’s lab until late in the afternoon. When he finally sauntered in… and yes the cocky bastard actually sauntered, only Radek, Kavanaugh and McKay remained. He took up residence on the edge of Rodney’s desk and picked up an Ancient device that was laying there.
“Put it down, Colonel. It’s not a toy,” said Rodney, without looking up. Actually he was trying not to stare at the Colonel’s crotch that had been strategically placed in front of him. When Sheppard, ignored him, Rodney reached for the device and snatched it away, “Do you mind? Some of us have work to do.”
Kavanaugh piped up, “You’re awfully testy, McKay. You should be nicer to the good Colonel. You got the only sex you’re ever liable to get. Too bad for you the Colonel is no longer drugged to the gills and desperate.”
Radek watched the exchange with amusement. “If he was so desperate why didn’t he pick you Kavanaugh? I hear you are still virgin with ass so tight you couldn’t stick pin up it.”
John snickered, “Good point, Radek” He shrugged, “ But since it was my decision, I picked McKay here.” He flashed a red-faced Rodney a lustful look and grabbed him by the front of the jacket. Pulling a stunned Rodney to his feet, he leaned in and kissed him hard, only letting go when they were both breathless. Rodney didn’t even hesitate as he grabbed John back and turned them until he had the Colonel’s back to the wall and was kissing him soundly.
Kavanaugh was making noises of disgust as he left the lab, and Radek trailed behind stopping at the door before leaving. He said in a half strangled voice, “I…um…I need…to get something...” He stared at the two men and blushed as he added hastily, “from my room. Yes, from my room. Going now…to my room.”
The were left alone and Rodney finally pulled back from the kiss and shook his head, “What happened to don’t ask don’t tell, cause I’m pretty sure you just outted us.”
Sheppard shrugged sheepishly and Rodney rolled his eyes, reaching for his headset, “Carson?”
“Yes, Rodney,” answered Carson.
“I need you to come to my lab. The Colonel is acting strangely again. I think he may still be affected by the drug.”
“Are you sure, Rodney?”
“Pretty sure,” grinned McKay, his hands working their way under John’s shirt.
“On my way,” said Carson.
Suddenly Dr. Weir’s voice broke into the conversation. “Do you need assistance, Rodney?”
“No, I think Carson and I can handle it, Elizabeth. Carson said this might be possible. Nothing to worry about. I’ll keep you informed.”
“Okay. Weir out.”
John was frowning at him, “What was that all about?”
Rodney resumed his caresses and leaned in for a kiss, muttering, “Damage control. Someone has to save you from yourself.”
“Humph,” was all John could manage, as Rodney continued his onslaught of kisses and caresses.
They lost themselves for several minutes, until Carson arrived. Stepping through the door, Carson locked it behind him and smiled broadly at the scene before him, “Did someone call for a doctor?”
John squeaked from where Rodney had him pinned to the wall, “Help.”
Carson snorted, “Ach, don’t come beggin’ to me after I told ya to leave him be. You get him going and you have to deal with the consequences.” Easing off his jacket, Carson slipped behind Rodney, his hands reaching around to slip into the scientist’s pants.
Rodney jerked forward into John’s hardness and the Colonel’s eyes widened, “This is so unfair.” He wasn’t very convincing as he thrust back into Rodney.
Both Carson and Rodney smiled, “You started it.”
THE END
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