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Series: Friends and Lovers
Title: Blurry
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chaps1870
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Rodney/Carson/John
Summary: The second story in the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
40baisers story challenge.
Disclaimer: No infringement intended, only entertainment.
X-posted to40baisers the_best_ot3 sga_noticeboard
First story in the series linked here Friends and Lovers: One Night Stand
Blurry
Sitting in the X302, Rodney gingerly touched his face when Sheppard turned with much effort and strain on his still healing rib to face him. John smiled, “Nice sunburn, McKay.”
Rodney looked up, aghast. “Sunburn, really? Oh my god, this is what happens when I’m forced to play the hero. I could have stayed here and faced a quick death by explosive decompression but no…now I’m going to die a slow and painful death from radiation poisoning…”
“You’re not gonna die, Rodney. It’s just a sunburn.”
“Oh sure, it starts out with a sunburn and then there are the headaches and puking and…oh my god…sterility. I could be sterile. Think of the loss to future generations if I’m unable to pass on…”
“Rodney, you’re gay. It’s really not an issue,” said Sheppard, rolling his eyes as he looked back at McKay, who was still surveying his arms and face for damage. He couldn’t help but tease. “It’s a nice shade on you.”
“Laugh it up, lobster boy,” said Rodney snidely. He smiled smugly when Sheppard touched his own red face and winced.
Looking around the empty hanger, McKay wondered out loud, slightly miffed, “I suppose they expect us to just jump down from here on our own or maybe you could have parked closer to the ladder. You’d think that at least Carson would be here to greet us.”
“It’s not like you’re going to get ‘the great to be alive’ sex here in the hanger, McKay.” quipped John as he lifted up in his seat and peered over the side of the plane. Rodney could see him pondering whether or not he could jump down without jarring his ribs enough to keep from passing out. The slight shake of John’s head let Rodney know that the Colonel still wasn’t feeling 100% after his beating back on Earth.
Rodney said smugly, “I’m rooming with him, so that’s really not an issue.”
“How did you manage that?” John asked with surprise and curiosity as he unconsciously wrapped an arm around his ribs and tried to stand in the tiny confines of the cockpit.
“Restricted space with all the new personnel. Makes sense for two senior officers to share a room.”
“How convenient,” John chuckled.
Rodney countered, “And keep your hands off, Major. I’ve got dibs on him.”
Standing up now, John corrected him with a wry grin, “Colonel. I thought you weren’t a couple. Can’t stand a little competition, McKay?”
“No,” said Rodney sullenly, before adding with his usual bluster, “I’m under no illusion that I’m god’s gift to women… or men in this case. Against the all-American flyboy, rakish hair thing you have going I’m hopelessly out of the running for sex god of the Pegasus galaxy. So I’d rather you didn’t mess with my one and only chance at getting laid. Go find your own.”
Scrunching his face, Sheppard answered with his own sarcasm, “Geez. If this is you with regular sex, I’d hate to see you have to do without.”
“Fuck you,” sneered Rodney, pushing the seatbelts out of the way enough to squirm out of his seat and stand up. He wasn’t angry, not really. It was just the way of things between them.
“No thanks,” retorted Sheppard. Scratching the back of his neck, he looked thoughtful for a second and added nonchalantly, “I could do with a blowjob though.” Sheppard turned towards the door of the hanger as voices approached.
Rodney gaped at Sheppard’s back, unsure what to make of his comment. People entering the hanger caught his attention and thankful for the interruption, blurted a response, “Oh look our welcoming committee. If we were hoping for immediate medical attention we’d be dead men.”
John shook his head, “I think you’ll live.” Reaching out he brushed Rodney’s shoulder. “I’m sure the hair loss is temporary.”
Rodney’s eyes darted to his shoulder and he touched his hair, panic setting in until he saw the smirk on Sheppard’s face. “Oh that’s just hilarious. Your humor slays me.”
His train of thought was lost in the crowd that surrounded him and the Colonel. The surprised expressions reminded him of his sunburn and his paranoia took precedence over anything else. Sheppard continued to taunt him, but that was normal and Rodney took comfort in his presence as they were whisked away to the infirmary.
*************
Carson woke to the sound of Rodney throwing up and stumbled out of bed, his eyes blurry with sleep. Rushing to his side he knelt down. “How are you doing?”
Rodney looked at him through wet eyes and said sardonically, “I’m puking. How do you think I’m doing?” At that moment his stomach lurched again, but thankfully nothing else came of it and he was able to relax. He weakly gestured to the intercom, “You should check on Sheppard.”
Nodding, Carson rose with a gentle pat on Rodney’s shoulder, “Aye, I’ll be right back then.”
Rodney slowly got to his feet and rested his elbows on the sink. Cupping his hands under the running water, he doused his face and grabbed blindly for a towel only to have it drop into his hand. He muttered to Carson and dabbed his face, “Thanks.”
Standing up, he noted the worry on Carson’s face, “I’m fine. Just a little sick to my stomach.”
“You do know it’s the radiation. It’s why I wanted you and the Colonel to stay in the infirmary,” said Carson, his ire coming through despite his concern.
Rodney changed the subject, “How’s Sheppard?”
“I don’t know yet. I sent someone to check on him. He’s worse than you when it comes to being sick.”
Rolling his eyes, Rodney tried crawling back into bed only to have Carson pull him upright. “No you don’t. We’re going to the infirmary where you should have been all along,” insisted Carson, his hand firm on Rodney’s arm.
Shrugging from his grasp, Rodney whined, “I just want to sleep. Surely I don’t need a horde of overbearing power hungry nurses to watch me do that. I’m fine right here.”
“Ach, what am I goin’ to do with you?” He glared at Rodney, “I need to go check on the Colonel. I’ll be back. If you’re still feelin’ puny I’ll be takin’ you to the infirmary.” His tone left no room for argument.
Rodney nodded as he slumped into bed, muttering, “Speaking of overbearing, power…”
Carson shook his head and left for the infirmary. Upon entering, he found the senior doctor arguing over the intercom with Colonel Sheppard. Stepping near, he gestured to the man to let him try and his finger replaced the doctor’s on the intercom, “Colonel.”
Sheppard’s voice answered, “Hey, Doc.”
There was a tinge of weariness in the colonel’s voice and Carson was immediately concerned, “How are you feeling, Colonel? Any nausea or headaches?”
“I’m fine,” drawled John, totally unconvincing.
“Aye, you and Rodney are two peas in a pod.” Carson knew there was no way of getting either man to the infirmary short of dragging them. His head dropped tiredly, “I’d like to check you out, Colonel. I’ll be there shortly.”
“You don’t have to do that, Carson. I’m fine, really.”
“Aye, and I’d be believin’ you too. Beckett out,” said Carson and he released the button. Turning to the night staff, he sighed, “I’ll be needin’ a few supplies. They’re both daft if they think they can avoid me just by avoidin’ the infirmary.”
Ten minutes later, Carson knelt at John’s side, holding a damp, cool cloth to his neck. “So you’re fine?” said Carson smugly.
Sheppard glared at him out of the corner of his eye and snarled, “I was.” He got to his feet and rinsed his mouth with the cup of water Carson offered.
Carson shook his head, knowingly. “I told you both that the symptoms of radiation poisoning don’t always show up right away. It can take anywhere from one to six hours.” Noting the lines in John’s forehead, Carson asked, “Do you want somethin’ for the headache?”
Sighing, Sheppard relented as he rubbed the back of his neck and nodded, “I’m not going to the infirmary.”
Handing him a couple of tablets, Carson shook his head in frustration. “You’re sick, Colonel and there’s a chance it’ll get worse before it gets better.”
“There’s also a chance that it won’t,” said John, stubbornly.
Tucking a hand under John’s elbow, Carson helped him to his feet. He said with exasperation, “Come on then. It’ll be easier on me if you and Rodney are in the same place. You’re both a couple of bloody fools and I’ll tell you what I told him. It gets any worse and I’ll make it an order. Do you understand, Colonel?”
Carson’s tone left little no choices and John nodded shyly, “Gotcha.” Being manhandled to the door, John stopped abruptly and pulled from the doctor’s grasp. “You don’t mind if I put some clothes on first do you?” He motioned to his t-shirt and boxers.
“You can put on a robe. You’ll be goin’ right back to bed,” ordered Carson.
The Colonel tried to balk, but Carson noted the paleness in face and took matters in his own hands. Grabbing the robe, he handed it to Sheppard. “If you throw up in the hall, I can guarantee a trip to the infirmary, Colonel.”
Carson knew he had the upper hand. Neither John nor Rodney would admit they didn’t want to stay in the infirmary with strangers looking after them, but Carson knew that was the main reason for their stubbornness. Normally he’d demand they stay but it wouldn’t be fair to subject the medical staff to either man under ideal circumstances. The two of them bored and restless would come to no good, so it was in everyone’s best interest to look after them himself.
Sheppard snatched the robe. “People are wrong about you, you know that?” he said as he looked over his shoulder. Carson frowned and John sneered, “You are not the mild-mannered doctor they think you are.”
Smiling, Carson stepped closer to John, there if needed as he teased, “Aye, but only my worst patients know that.”
“Hmph.” John reluctantly let himself be herded to Rodney’s quarters, pouting the whole way. “I want a shower.”
“You need to rest, Colonel,” said Carson, rolling his eyes at the man’s stubbornness.
John continued to sulk as they entered Rodney’s quarters, “I feel grungy and want a shower.”
Glancing at Rodney, who lay sound asleep, snoring lightly, Carson said quietly so as not to rouse his roommate, “I’d rather you didn’t. You’re barely awake and I don’t want you hurting yourself.”
The robe dropped to the floor as John ignored him on the way to the bathroom. He spoke over his shoulder with resolve, “I’m taking a shower but you’re welcome to join me.”
Carson swallowed hard, diverting his eyes from Sheppard’s chest to just above his shoulder and said bravely, “If you think embarassin’ me is the way to go, you’ve another thing to learn, Colonel.” He followed after John, taking a seat just outside the bathroom door. “Leave the door open. I’ll be right here, so don’t be dragging it out.”
John glanced at Carson as he turned on the shower and finished undressing. Stepping into the shower after testing the water, John countered with a wry grin, “Funny, you didn’t strike me as the voyeur type, Doc?”
Having seen the Colonel naked during his tenure as doctor, Carson shouldn’t have been affected by Sheppard’s nudity but watching the man rub his long lean muscles with a soapy rag was doing more then making him red in the face. Carson’s eyes darted away from the scene to where Rodney lay in bed and he sighed. What was he thinking bringing brought the colonel to their room when he could have had unlimited sex for the next three days. Well, maybe not considering their present condition, but Carson didn’t think it would last long. After their earlier sickness, both men appeared to doing much better. If their luck held that would be the extent of damages from the radiation exposure. They might be a little more tired for the next few days but even that was an acceptable outcome, considering the alternative.
Eyes closed, lost in thought, Carson shook himself before the worst case scenarios could linger in his mind. Opening his eyes, he found John standing in front of him, a towel hanging loosely at his hips. He averted his eyes upward and found concerned eyes staring back at him, “You okay, Carson?”
Nodding, Carson bustled to the dresser and scrounged for a clean set of clothes for the colonel. Pulling out boxers and a T-shirt he handed them off, “Here. You probably prefer something clean after your shower.”
John took them and let the towel fall to the floor as he changed, totally unaffected by Carson’s presence. Shaking his head, Carson wondered if the man had a modest bone in his body. Although, if he looked as good as John did, Carson probably wouldn’t be modest either. Helping John into the top bunk was easy enough given his lean frame and the colonel flopped onto his side, grinning at Carson who was covering him up, “What, no bedtime kiss?”
“Cheeky bastard.” Rolling his eyes, Carson turned away, his shoulders slumping slightly when he realized he’d be spending the night in the only chair in the room.
The colonel must have noticed. “I can go to my own room, Carson. I’m fine. No reason you should have to go without sleep.”
Carson shrugged, “It isn’t the first time I’ve spent the night in a chair. I doubt it’ll be the last knowin’ the two of you as I do.”
“Why don’t you lay down with Rodney?”
“I’m goin’ to assume you’ve never slept with Rodney if you can suggest that,” said Carson, smiling.
John choked on a breath and wheezed, “No, no I haven’t.”
Chuckling, Carson folded his arms across his chest and tried to make himself comfortable. “You wouldn’t think so but Rodney is a very touchy person.”
Snorting in disbelief, John frowned, “Rodney?”
“Aye,” nodded Carson, his smile fading a bit as he added, “He’s very sensitive to contact and even his shirts bother him at times.” Noting the redness in John’s face, Carson deduced the reason and chuckled, “As I’m sure you’ve noticed.”
“How can you not notice something like that? They just poke out at you, demanding attention.”
“They do at that, don’t they?” laughed Carson, remembering fondly the first time he’d discovered just how sensitive to touch Rodney really was. While Rodney remained aloof to people in public, behind closed doors he craved and often begged for Carson to touch him. It was one of the things he loved about Rodney. Carson felt the redness creep into his face at the unbidden thought and bit his tongue, slightly embarrassed that he might reveal more than he wanted to.
When Carson finally lifted his head, John was eyeing him warily. “Lost in thought, Carson?”
“Aye, something like that.” Thankful for the easy out, Carson changed the subject. “You should get some sleep.”
Sinking into the bed, John nodded, “Yeah, I could use…” his voice drifted off into sleep.
Carson sighed and shifted in his chair trying to find a comfortable position, knowing it wasn’t likely. He eventually gave up and let his eyes close and his mind wander.
He had tried very hard not to let Rodney in but as time passed it had become more difficult to remain detached. While others might detest the arrogant and often times pissy scientist, Carson had seen past the surface to the man beneath and had been helplessly drawn into Rodney’s need for human contact.
While Rodney might claim it was only sex between them, Carson suspected it was more a case of Rodney fearing that he might lose what he craved so much if he voiced the need out loud. More often than not, it was Rodney who came to Carson looking for attention. Not that Carson minded. It had been a very long time since he’d been getting sex on a regular basis. Ironically, Rodney was so insatiable that there were times when he wanted to say no, but couldn’t find it in himself to hurt Rodney by doing so.
Carson must have dosed off because the next time he woke it was with Rodney kneeling on the floor between his outstretched legs. Hands roamed his legs and thighs and Rodney was inches away from mouthing Carson’s cock through his pants. Jerking upright he tried to push Rodney away as he hissed in a whisper, “Rodney, we can’t. The colonel…” Rodney ignored him, his fingers finding the button on Carson’s pants with practiced ease. Carson sucked in a sharp breath, his hands shaking as he tried to push Rodney back. “We’re not alone…John, is up there.” Carson nodded towards the upper bunk.
Following Carson’s gaze, Rodney’s eyes widened briefly. He turned back to Carson and said very quietly, his eyes shining with more than mirth, “I can be quiet if you can.”
Carson’s head fell back on to the chair and he sighed desperately, “Oh god, Rodney. I can’t.”
Persistent hands and fingers were removing his pants before Carson could mount a reasonable response. In the next instant, Carson forgot about anything but the exquisitely warm mouth surrounding his cock.
******
John cracked an eye open and pulled an arm out to read his watch. Damn, it was five o’clock. He knew he should get up but yesterday’s events were still dragging him down and he sank back under the covers, only to realize he wasn’t in his own bed. Not only that, there were strange, familiar noises filling the room. Sloppy, sex noises. Nudging closer to the edge of the bed, he opened his eyes and bit his lip to keep from moaning at the sight below him. Carson was sitting in a chair, head lolled back, while Rodney was sucking him off and finger fucking him at the same time.
Blood that at first suffused his face, rushed south and John shifted to accommodate his growing erection. He should close his eyes, give them some privacy, but it was so damn hot there was no way he could avert his eyes. Hell, he was afraid to even blink at the moment. Carson’s breathing was erratic as Rodney took him deep in his throat, his fingers thrusting in time to his mouth. His free hand was up under Carson’s shirt and judging from the doctor’s twitching, John was pretty sure Rodney was doing a number on Carson’s nipples. His hips jerking involuntarily, John took a slow breath to calm his own breathing even as Carson opened his mouth for a last gasp of air and came down Rodney’s throat.
John watched as Rodney took every drop, never missing a beat as his fingers continued to stroke Carson’s ass with slower and slower thrusts. Rodney looked at Carson with desire in his eyes and begged softly, “I want in you.”
Looking at Rodney through half lidded eyes, Carson’s accent was thick as he drawled in a half strangled whisper, “We can’t.”
“Don’t stop,” thinks John. Both men’s heads jerk his way before John realized he’d said it out loud. John held his breath, fear racing through his veins at being caught.
Carson was too shocked to move but Rodney obviously took it as consent and dragged Carson from the chair, pulling free of his boxers at the same time. Any protests Carson tried to make died off when Rodney lowered him onto his blood red erection. Seeing Rodney on his knees with Carson backing onto his dick ranked up there with the hottest thing John had ever seen and his hand snaked under his hips to his own throbbing cock. Gripping the base in a firm grasp, John closed his eyes tightly, praying he wouldn’t come before this played out.
Sitting in Rodney’s lap, his dick buried in his ass, Carson was holding onto the chair for support as Rodney’s arm circled his waist for a better grip. Holding him close, Rodney was muttering softly in Carson’s ear as he pushed his hips upward with slow, deep thrusts. John didn’t think he was supposed to hear but the words drifted to his ears as loud as if they’d been screamed, “God Carson, he’s watching me fuck you.”
“Harder.” Carson moaned and his grip on the chair tightened as Rodney pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into his ass.
Leaning over Carson’s back, Rodney continued to whisper in a husky voice, “You’d look so hot fucking him. Thrusting in and out of his tight, skinny ass. Would you fuck him for me? Fill his ass, so I could take him all wet and ready.”
Carson keened loudly and tried to move his hand off the chair but Rodney’s thrusts threatened to unbalance him and John watched as Carson dropped his head and began pushing back to meet Rodney thrust for thrust. The room filled with the sound of flesh slapping flesh and John’s hand moved faster on his aching length as his hips bucked into his fist. Christ, he wasn’t gonna last much longer.
Rodney was getting closer judging by his motions, the arm around Carson’s waist tightening as he pounded Carson’s ass. His free hand snaked around to Carson’s chest, roaming over his nipples for several powerful thrusts before drifting lower. John knew when Rodney found his target. Carson’s back arched sharply as he shuddered uncontrollably.
Pumping into Carson’s ass while his hand stroked Carson, Rodney cried out, “Yes, oh god Carson, come for me.” John watched Carson come on command and followed, his eyes clenching tight at the force behind his own orgasm, Rodney’s voice making him come harder than he ever had in his life. Rodney hissed between thrusts, grunting with each one, “Fuck yeah, oh godohgodohgod. So fucking tight. Coming…. nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!”
When the trembling subsided and he was finally able to open his eyes, John’s head lulled towards the edge of the bed and he peered at Carson and Rodney where they lay slumped on the floor, a mass of arms and legs but looking totally debauched. Rodney was covered in sweat, breathing evenly and John realized he’d passed out. Carson was trying to wake him with a shaky hand. “Come on, luv. Wake up.”
Swatting weakly at the hand, Rodney muttered, “Go ‘way. I’m dead.”
Carson grabbed his boxers and wiped some of the sweat from Rodney’s back before cleaning up his own mess. Rodney finally made some effort to move and shifted back until he was leaning against the bed. He risked a look up at John. John winced and tried to smile , “That was strange.”
“Strange as in weird, out of the ordinary or strange as in ‘who knew you were such a kinky bastard’?”
“Kettle black, McKay. You just came so hard you passed out and Carson just came twice in the time it takes to blink. Who’s calling who kinky?”
Carson snagged a clean pair of boxers and crawled into the bed behind Rodney. “Man has a point,” said Carson in a tired, totally sated voice. “Night.”
Rodney looked at him sharply, “Hey, that’s my bed.”
“Aye. I need my rest after that.”
Crossing his arms and pouting, Rodney groused from where he sat on the floor, “Oh that is so unfair. You were sitting there just begging to be fucked.”
“I was sleepin’, Rodney,” mumbled Carson, already half asleep.
John was hanging over the bed, listening to the conversation and smiling down at his two friends. Rodney looked up at that instant and caught him, “What? I didn’t see you complaining either.”
“Nope. No complaints here,” drawled John, flopping back on the bed, his arm under his head.
Silence followed for a very long time and John thought maybe Rodney had fallen asleep when a put upon sigh filled the room. Leaning over the bed, John countered quickly, “You are not sleeping with me, so forget it.”
“Fine,” huffed Rodney, lurching to his feet to grab his own clean pair of boxers. Returning to Carson’s bed, he nudged the doctor, “Scoot over or I’ll make your life miserable for weeks to come.”
“Bastard,” muttered Carson, scooting nonetheless, letting Rodney spoon behind him.
John listened to Rodney complain about the small bed and Carson mutter incoherently until all that was left was the sound of sleep. Rolling to his side, John closed his eyes and let his mind drift to the odd turn of events.
His whole world of nonchalance had been turned upside down after discovering his friends were gay. Before he could put it aside and forget they were actually having sex since they didn’t tend to broadcast the fact. Now that he’d seen with his own eyes what he was missing, he wasn’t so sure of himself. He worked with Rodney almost every day and there was no denying he was attracted to him. Why, he wasn’t sure, but he tended to gravitate towards Rodney even when the man drove him crazy. Carson, not so much, but he’d actually come to know the doctor better because of the time Rodney spent with him.
Rodney’s mutterings to Carson as he’d fucked him only made the whole situation more bizarre. John would never have pegged Rodney as a dirty talker during sex but obviously he spoke his mind then just like any other time. What was said made him wonder what Rodney was hiding behind his acerbic personality.
He’d just watched his two best friends have sex and neither seemed particularly upset by it. That was alarming enough. Even worse was the fact that John felt a nagging sense of jealousy that he’d only been a spectator. It was true that he considered both Rodney and Carson his best friends but somewhere in the past half hour things had gotten blurry and he wasn’t sure if he could maintain an air of friendship after witnessing the two of them having sex.
The End…TBC in ‘Taste’ the next story in this series.
Title: Blurry
Author:
chaps1870Rating: NC17
Pairing: Rodney/Carson/John
Summary: The second story in the
40baisers story challenge.Disclaimer: No infringement intended, only entertainment.
X-posted to
40baisers the_best_ot3 sga_noticeboardFirst story in the series linked here Friends and Lovers: One Night Stand
Blurry
Sitting in the X302, Rodney gingerly touched his face when Sheppard turned with much effort and strain on his still healing rib to face him. John smiled, “Nice sunburn, McKay.”
Rodney looked up, aghast. “Sunburn, really? Oh my god, this is what happens when I’m forced to play the hero. I could have stayed here and faced a quick death by explosive decompression but no…now I’m going to die a slow and painful death from radiation poisoning…”
“You’re not gonna die, Rodney. It’s just a sunburn.”
“Oh sure, it starts out with a sunburn and then there are the headaches and puking and…oh my god…sterility. I could be sterile. Think of the loss to future generations if I’m unable to pass on…”
“Rodney, you’re gay. It’s really not an issue,” said Sheppard, rolling his eyes as he looked back at McKay, who was still surveying his arms and face for damage. He couldn’t help but tease. “It’s a nice shade on you.”
“Laugh it up, lobster boy,” said Rodney snidely. He smiled smugly when Sheppard touched his own red face and winced.
Looking around the empty hanger, McKay wondered out loud, slightly miffed, “I suppose they expect us to just jump down from here on our own or maybe you could have parked closer to the ladder. You’d think that at least Carson would be here to greet us.”
“It’s not like you’re going to get ‘the great to be alive’ sex here in the hanger, McKay.” quipped John as he lifted up in his seat and peered over the side of the plane. Rodney could see him pondering whether or not he could jump down without jarring his ribs enough to keep from passing out. The slight shake of John’s head let Rodney know that the Colonel still wasn’t feeling 100% after his beating back on Earth.
Rodney said smugly, “I’m rooming with him, so that’s really not an issue.”
“How did you manage that?” John asked with surprise and curiosity as he unconsciously wrapped an arm around his ribs and tried to stand in the tiny confines of the cockpit.
“Restricted space with all the new personnel. Makes sense for two senior officers to share a room.”
“How convenient,” John chuckled.
Rodney countered, “And keep your hands off, Major. I’ve got dibs on him.”
Standing up now, John corrected him with a wry grin, “Colonel. I thought you weren’t a couple. Can’t stand a little competition, McKay?”
“No,” said Rodney sullenly, before adding with his usual bluster, “I’m under no illusion that I’m god’s gift to women… or men in this case. Against the all-American flyboy, rakish hair thing you have going I’m hopelessly out of the running for sex god of the Pegasus galaxy. So I’d rather you didn’t mess with my one and only chance at getting laid. Go find your own.”
Scrunching his face, Sheppard answered with his own sarcasm, “Geez. If this is you with regular sex, I’d hate to see you have to do without.”
“Fuck you,” sneered Rodney, pushing the seatbelts out of the way enough to squirm out of his seat and stand up. He wasn’t angry, not really. It was just the way of things between them.
“No thanks,” retorted Sheppard. Scratching the back of his neck, he looked thoughtful for a second and added nonchalantly, “I could do with a blowjob though.” Sheppard turned towards the door of the hanger as voices approached.
Rodney gaped at Sheppard’s back, unsure what to make of his comment. People entering the hanger caught his attention and thankful for the interruption, blurted a response, “Oh look our welcoming committee. If we were hoping for immediate medical attention we’d be dead men.”
John shook his head, “I think you’ll live.” Reaching out he brushed Rodney’s shoulder. “I’m sure the hair loss is temporary.”
Rodney’s eyes darted to his shoulder and he touched his hair, panic setting in until he saw the smirk on Sheppard’s face. “Oh that’s just hilarious. Your humor slays me.”
His train of thought was lost in the crowd that surrounded him and the Colonel. The surprised expressions reminded him of his sunburn and his paranoia took precedence over anything else. Sheppard continued to taunt him, but that was normal and Rodney took comfort in his presence as they were whisked away to the infirmary.
*************
Carson woke to the sound of Rodney throwing up and stumbled out of bed, his eyes blurry with sleep. Rushing to his side he knelt down. “How are you doing?”
Rodney looked at him through wet eyes and said sardonically, “I’m puking. How do you think I’m doing?” At that moment his stomach lurched again, but thankfully nothing else came of it and he was able to relax. He weakly gestured to the intercom, “You should check on Sheppard.”
Nodding, Carson rose with a gentle pat on Rodney’s shoulder, “Aye, I’ll be right back then.”
Rodney slowly got to his feet and rested his elbows on the sink. Cupping his hands under the running water, he doused his face and grabbed blindly for a towel only to have it drop into his hand. He muttered to Carson and dabbed his face, “Thanks.”
Standing up, he noted the worry on Carson’s face, “I’m fine. Just a little sick to my stomach.”
“You do know it’s the radiation. It’s why I wanted you and the Colonel to stay in the infirmary,” said Carson, his ire coming through despite his concern.
Rodney changed the subject, “How’s Sheppard?”
“I don’t know yet. I sent someone to check on him. He’s worse than you when it comes to being sick.”
Rolling his eyes, Rodney tried crawling back into bed only to have Carson pull him upright. “No you don’t. We’re going to the infirmary where you should have been all along,” insisted Carson, his hand firm on Rodney’s arm.
Shrugging from his grasp, Rodney whined, “I just want to sleep. Surely I don’t need a horde of overbearing power hungry nurses to watch me do that. I’m fine right here.”
“Ach, what am I goin’ to do with you?” He glared at Rodney, “I need to go check on the Colonel. I’ll be back. If you’re still feelin’ puny I’ll be takin’ you to the infirmary.” His tone left no room for argument.
Rodney nodded as he slumped into bed, muttering, “Speaking of overbearing, power…”
Carson shook his head and left for the infirmary. Upon entering, he found the senior doctor arguing over the intercom with Colonel Sheppard. Stepping near, he gestured to the man to let him try and his finger replaced the doctor’s on the intercom, “Colonel.”
Sheppard’s voice answered, “Hey, Doc.”
There was a tinge of weariness in the colonel’s voice and Carson was immediately concerned, “How are you feeling, Colonel? Any nausea or headaches?”
“I’m fine,” drawled John, totally unconvincing.
“Aye, you and Rodney are two peas in a pod.” Carson knew there was no way of getting either man to the infirmary short of dragging them. His head dropped tiredly, “I’d like to check you out, Colonel. I’ll be there shortly.”
“You don’t have to do that, Carson. I’m fine, really.”
“Aye, and I’d be believin’ you too. Beckett out,” said Carson and he released the button. Turning to the night staff, he sighed, “I’ll be needin’ a few supplies. They’re both daft if they think they can avoid me just by avoidin’ the infirmary.”
Ten minutes later, Carson knelt at John’s side, holding a damp, cool cloth to his neck. “So you’re fine?” said Carson smugly.
Sheppard glared at him out of the corner of his eye and snarled, “I was.” He got to his feet and rinsed his mouth with the cup of water Carson offered.
Carson shook his head, knowingly. “I told you both that the symptoms of radiation poisoning don’t always show up right away. It can take anywhere from one to six hours.” Noting the lines in John’s forehead, Carson asked, “Do you want somethin’ for the headache?”
Sighing, Sheppard relented as he rubbed the back of his neck and nodded, “I’m not going to the infirmary.”
Handing him a couple of tablets, Carson shook his head in frustration. “You’re sick, Colonel and there’s a chance it’ll get worse before it gets better.”
“There’s also a chance that it won’t,” said John, stubbornly.
Tucking a hand under John’s elbow, Carson helped him to his feet. He said with exasperation, “Come on then. It’ll be easier on me if you and Rodney are in the same place. You’re both a couple of bloody fools and I’ll tell you what I told him. It gets any worse and I’ll make it an order. Do you understand, Colonel?”
Carson’s tone left little no choices and John nodded shyly, “Gotcha.” Being manhandled to the door, John stopped abruptly and pulled from the doctor’s grasp. “You don’t mind if I put some clothes on first do you?” He motioned to his t-shirt and boxers.
“You can put on a robe. You’ll be goin’ right back to bed,” ordered Carson.
The Colonel tried to balk, but Carson noted the paleness in face and took matters in his own hands. Grabbing the robe, he handed it to Sheppard. “If you throw up in the hall, I can guarantee a trip to the infirmary, Colonel.”
Carson knew he had the upper hand. Neither John nor Rodney would admit they didn’t want to stay in the infirmary with strangers looking after them, but Carson knew that was the main reason for their stubbornness. Normally he’d demand they stay but it wouldn’t be fair to subject the medical staff to either man under ideal circumstances. The two of them bored and restless would come to no good, so it was in everyone’s best interest to look after them himself.
Sheppard snatched the robe. “People are wrong about you, you know that?” he said as he looked over his shoulder. Carson frowned and John sneered, “You are not the mild-mannered doctor they think you are.”
Smiling, Carson stepped closer to John, there if needed as he teased, “Aye, but only my worst patients know that.”
“Hmph.” John reluctantly let himself be herded to Rodney’s quarters, pouting the whole way. “I want a shower.”
“You need to rest, Colonel,” said Carson, rolling his eyes at the man’s stubbornness.
John continued to sulk as they entered Rodney’s quarters, “I feel grungy and want a shower.”
Glancing at Rodney, who lay sound asleep, snoring lightly, Carson said quietly so as not to rouse his roommate, “I’d rather you didn’t. You’re barely awake and I don’t want you hurting yourself.”
The robe dropped to the floor as John ignored him on the way to the bathroom. He spoke over his shoulder with resolve, “I’m taking a shower but you’re welcome to join me.”
Carson swallowed hard, diverting his eyes from Sheppard’s chest to just above his shoulder and said bravely, “If you think embarassin’ me is the way to go, you’ve another thing to learn, Colonel.” He followed after John, taking a seat just outside the bathroom door. “Leave the door open. I’ll be right here, so don’t be dragging it out.”
John glanced at Carson as he turned on the shower and finished undressing. Stepping into the shower after testing the water, John countered with a wry grin, “Funny, you didn’t strike me as the voyeur type, Doc?”
Having seen the Colonel naked during his tenure as doctor, Carson shouldn’t have been affected by Sheppard’s nudity but watching the man rub his long lean muscles with a soapy rag was doing more then making him red in the face. Carson’s eyes darted away from the scene to where Rodney lay in bed and he sighed. What was he thinking bringing brought the colonel to their room when he could have had unlimited sex for the next three days. Well, maybe not considering their present condition, but Carson didn’t think it would last long. After their earlier sickness, both men appeared to doing much better. If their luck held that would be the extent of damages from the radiation exposure. They might be a little more tired for the next few days but even that was an acceptable outcome, considering the alternative.
Eyes closed, lost in thought, Carson shook himself before the worst case scenarios could linger in his mind. Opening his eyes, he found John standing in front of him, a towel hanging loosely at his hips. He averted his eyes upward and found concerned eyes staring back at him, “You okay, Carson?”
Nodding, Carson bustled to the dresser and scrounged for a clean set of clothes for the colonel. Pulling out boxers and a T-shirt he handed them off, “Here. You probably prefer something clean after your shower.”
John took them and let the towel fall to the floor as he changed, totally unaffected by Carson’s presence. Shaking his head, Carson wondered if the man had a modest bone in his body. Although, if he looked as good as John did, Carson probably wouldn’t be modest either. Helping John into the top bunk was easy enough given his lean frame and the colonel flopped onto his side, grinning at Carson who was covering him up, “What, no bedtime kiss?”
“Cheeky bastard.” Rolling his eyes, Carson turned away, his shoulders slumping slightly when he realized he’d be spending the night in the only chair in the room.
The colonel must have noticed. “I can go to my own room, Carson. I’m fine. No reason you should have to go without sleep.”
Carson shrugged, “It isn’t the first time I’ve spent the night in a chair. I doubt it’ll be the last knowin’ the two of you as I do.”
“Why don’t you lay down with Rodney?”
“I’m goin’ to assume you’ve never slept with Rodney if you can suggest that,” said Carson, smiling.
John choked on a breath and wheezed, “No, no I haven’t.”
Chuckling, Carson folded his arms across his chest and tried to make himself comfortable. “You wouldn’t think so but Rodney is a very touchy person.”
Snorting in disbelief, John frowned, “Rodney?”
“Aye,” nodded Carson, his smile fading a bit as he added, “He’s very sensitive to contact and even his shirts bother him at times.” Noting the redness in John’s face, Carson deduced the reason and chuckled, “As I’m sure you’ve noticed.”
“How can you not notice something like that? They just poke out at you, demanding attention.”
“They do at that, don’t they?” laughed Carson, remembering fondly the first time he’d discovered just how sensitive to touch Rodney really was. While Rodney remained aloof to people in public, behind closed doors he craved and often begged for Carson to touch him. It was one of the things he loved about Rodney. Carson felt the redness creep into his face at the unbidden thought and bit his tongue, slightly embarrassed that he might reveal more than he wanted to.
When Carson finally lifted his head, John was eyeing him warily. “Lost in thought, Carson?”
“Aye, something like that.” Thankful for the easy out, Carson changed the subject. “You should get some sleep.”
Sinking into the bed, John nodded, “Yeah, I could use…” his voice drifted off into sleep.
Carson sighed and shifted in his chair trying to find a comfortable position, knowing it wasn’t likely. He eventually gave up and let his eyes close and his mind wander.
He had tried very hard not to let Rodney in but as time passed it had become more difficult to remain detached. While others might detest the arrogant and often times pissy scientist, Carson had seen past the surface to the man beneath and had been helplessly drawn into Rodney’s need for human contact.
While Rodney might claim it was only sex between them, Carson suspected it was more a case of Rodney fearing that he might lose what he craved so much if he voiced the need out loud. More often than not, it was Rodney who came to Carson looking for attention. Not that Carson minded. It had been a very long time since he’d been getting sex on a regular basis. Ironically, Rodney was so insatiable that there were times when he wanted to say no, but couldn’t find it in himself to hurt Rodney by doing so.
Carson must have dosed off because the next time he woke it was with Rodney kneeling on the floor between his outstretched legs. Hands roamed his legs and thighs and Rodney was inches away from mouthing Carson’s cock through his pants. Jerking upright he tried to push Rodney away as he hissed in a whisper, “Rodney, we can’t. The colonel…” Rodney ignored him, his fingers finding the button on Carson’s pants with practiced ease. Carson sucked in a sharp breath, his hands shaking as he tried to push Rodney back. “We’re not alone…John, is up there.” Carson nodded towards the upper bunk.
Following Carson’s gaze, Rodney’s eyes widened briefly. He turned back to Carson and said very quietly, his eyes shining with more than mirth, “I can be quiet if you can.”
Carson’s head fell back on to the chair and he sighed desperately, “Oh god, Rodney. I can’t.”
Persistent hands and fingers were removing his pants before Carson could mount a reasonable response. In the next instant, Carson forgot about anything but the exquisitely warm mouth surrounding his cock.
******
John cracked an eye open and pulled an arm out to read his watch. Damn, it was five o’clock. He knew he should get up but yesterday’s events were still dragging him down and he sank back under the covers, only to realize he wasn’t in his own bed. Not only that, there were strange, familiar noises filling the room. Sloppy, sex noises. Nudging closer to the edge of the bed, he opened his eyes and bit his lip to keep from moaning at the sight below him. Carson was sitting in a chair, head lolled back, while Rodney was sucking him off and finger fucking him at the same time.
Blood that at first suffused his face, rushed south and John shifted to accommodate his growing erection. He should close his eyes, give them some privacy, but it was so damn hot there was no way he could avert his eyes. Hell, he was afraid to even blink at the moment. Carson’s breathing was erratic as Rodney took him deep in his throat, his fingers thrusting in time to his mouth. His free hand was up under Carson’s shirt and judging from the doctor’s twitching, John was pretty sure Rodney was doing a number on Carson’s nipples. His hips jerking involuntarily, John took a slow breath to calm his own breathing even as Carson opened his mouth for a last gasp of air and came down Rodney’s throat.
John watched as Rodney took every drop, never missing a beat as his fingers continued to stroke Carson’s ass with slower and slower thrusts. Rodney looked at Carson with desire in his eyes and begged softly, “I want in you.”
Looking at Rodney through half lidded eyes, Carson’s accent was thick as he drawled in a half strangled whisper, “We can’t.”
“Don’t stop,” thinks John. Both men’s heads jerk his way before John realized he’d said it out loud. John held his breath, fear racing through his veins at being caught.
Carson was too shocked to move but Rodney obviously took it as consent and dragged Carson from the chair, pulling free of his boxers at the same time. Any protests Carson tried to make died off when Rodney lowered him onto his blood red erection. Seeing Rodney on his knees with Carson backing onto his dick ranked up there with the hottest thing John had ever seen and his hand snaked under his hips to his own throbbing cock. Gripping the base in a firm grasp, John closed his eyes tightly, praying he wouldn’t come before this played out.
Sitting in Rodney’s lap, his dick buried in his ass, Carson was holding onto the chair for support as Rodney’s arm circled his waist for a better grip. Holding him close, Rodney was muttering softly in Carson’s ear as he pushed his hips upward with slow, deep thrusts. John didn’t think he was supposed to hear but the words drifted to his ears as loud as if they’d been screamed, “God Carson, he’s watching me fuck you.”
“Harder.” Carson moaned and his grip on the chair tightened as Rodney pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into his ass.
Leaning over Carson’s back, Rodney continued to whisper in a husky voice, “You’d look so hot fucking him. Thrusting in and out of his tight, skinny ass. Would you fuck him for me? Fill his ass, so I could take him all wet and ready.”
Carson keened loudly and tried to move his hand off the chair but Rodney’s thrusts threatened to unbalance him and John watched as Carson dropped his head and began pushing back to meet Rodney thrust for thrust. The room filled with the sound of flesh slapping flesh and John’s hand moved faster on his aching length as his hips bucked into his fist. Christ, he wasn’t gonna last much longer.
Rodney was getting closer judging by his motions, the arm around Carson’s waist tightening as he pounded Carson’s ass. His free hand snaked around to Carson’s chest, roaming over his nipples for several powerful thrusts before drifting lower. John knew when Rodney found his target. Carson’s back arched sharply as he shuddered uncontrollably.
Pumping into Carson’s ass while his hand stroked Carson, Rodney cried out, “Yes, oh god Carson, come for me.” John watched Carson come on command and followed, his eyes clenching tight at the force behind his own orgasm, Rodney’s voice making him come harder than he ever had in his life. Rodney hissed between thrusts, grunting with each one, “Fuck yeah, oh godohgodohgod. So fucking tight. Coming…. nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!”
When the trembling subsided and he was finally able to open his eyes, John’s head lulled towards the edge of the bed and he peered at Carson and Rodney where they lay slumped on the floor, a mass of arms and legs but looking totally debauched. Rodney was covered in sweat, breathing evenly and John realized he’d passed out. Carson was trying to wake him with a shaky hand. “Come on, luv. Wake up.”
Swatting weakly at the hand, Rodney muttered, “Go ‘way. I’m dead.”
Carson grabbed his boxers and wiped some of the sweat from Rodney’s back before cleaning up his own mess. Rodney finally made some effort to move and shifted back until he was leaning against the bed. He risked a look up at John. John winced and tried to smile , “That was strange.”
“Strange as in weird, out of the ordinary or strange as in ‘who knew you were such a kinky bastard’?”
“Kettle black, McKay. You just came so hard you passed out and Carson just came twice in the time it takes to blink. Who’s calling who kinky?”
Carson snagged a clean pair of boxers and crawled into the bed behind Rodney. “Man has a point,” said Carson in a tired, totally sated voice. “Night.”
Rodney looked at him sharply, “Hey, that’s my bed.”
“Aye. I need my rest after that.”
Crossing his arms and pouting, Rodney groused from where he sat on the floor, “Oh that is so unfair. You were sitting there just begging to be fucked.”
“I was sleepin’, Rodney,” mumbled Carson, already half asleep.
John was hanging over the bed, listening to the conversation and smiling down at his two friends. Rodney looked up at that instant and caught him, “What? I didn’t see you complaining either.”
“Nope. No complaints here,” drawled John, flopping back on the bed, his arm under his head.
Silence followed for a very long time and John thought maybe Rodney had fallen asleep when a put upon sigh filled the room. Leaning over the bed, John countered quickly, “You are not sleeping with me, so forget it.”
“Fine,” huffed Rodney, lurching to his feet to grab his own clean pair of boxers. Returning to Carson’s bed, he nudged the doctor, “Scoot over or I’ll make your life miserable for weeks to come.”
“Bastard,” muttered Carson, scooting nonetheless, letting Rodney spoon behind him.
John listened to Rodney complain about the small bed and Carson mutter incoherently until all that was left was the sound of sleep. Rolling to his side, John closed his eyes and let his mind drift to the odd turn of events.
His whole world of nonchalance had been turned upside down after discovering his friends were gay. Before he could put it aside and forget they were actually having sex since they didn’t tend to broadcast the fact. Now that he’d seen with his own eyes what he was missing, he wasn’t so sure of himself. He worked with Rodney almost every day and there was no denying he was attracted to him. Why, he wasn’t sure, but he tended to gravitate towards Rodney even when the man drove him crazy. Carson, not so much, but he’d actually come to know the doctor better because of the time Rodney spent with him.
Rodney’s mutterings to Carson as he’d fucked him only made the whole situation more bizarre. John would never have pegged Rodney as a dirty talker during sex but obviously he spoke his mind then just like any other time. What was said made him wonder what Rodney was hiding behind his acerbic personality.
He’d just watched his two best friends have sex and neither seemed particularly upset by it. That was alarming enough. Even worse was the fact that John felt a nagging sense of jealousy that he’d only been a spectator. It was true that he considered both Rodney and Carson his best friends but somewhere in the past half hour things had gotten blurry and he wasn’t sure if he could maintain an air of friendship after witnessing the two of them having sex.
The End…TBC in ‘Taste’ the next story in this series.
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