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Title: In the Name of Love (Boys and Toys Universe)
Author: Chaps1870
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay/Beckett
Rating: NC-17
Crossing his arms, Rodney glared at Carson. “No.”
Rolling his eyes, Carson argued, “You promised you’d hear me out.”
“Oh please, I know that look. That gleam in your eye is a dead giveaway.” Rodney smirked, “You might have some of them fooled with the accent and the softy routine but I am so not falling for it.”
“You know you want to,” insisted Carson, smiling cheekily.
“Do not,” countered Rodney, stubbornly. His conviction wavered and he whined, “My tolerance for pain is legendary.”
“You mean your lack of tolerance,” teased Carson.
Rodney exclaimed arrogantly, “Exactly. There is absolutely no justification for enduring pain for something so trivial.”
Carson went for the kill. “Other than John would love it.”
Rodney rounded on him, his voice rising, “Oh that is so unfair.” He slumped back on the couch, defeated. “I hate you.”
Reaching out, Carson cupped Rodney’s neck and pulled him into a kiss. “Thank you.”
Leaning out of the kiss, Rodney scowled, “You said it was for John.”
Carson grinned, “Well, I didn’t say I wouldn’t enjoy it as well. It has a certain appeal that only works with you, luv.”
Rodney snorted, shifting so he could rest his head in Carson’s lap. Fingers stroked his scalp and closing his eyes, Rodney asked with a sigh of resignation, “When do we do this? It’s not like it will go unnoticed.”
“John will be home in three weeks. That should be plenty of time.”
“Three weeks!” squeaked Rodney, “You didn’t say I’d need three weeks.” Trying to sit up in alarm, he was held in place with a firm hand from Carson. His voice rose in panic, “No way, I can’t do this Carson. Really, I don’t do pain well.”
Carson petted him with a soothing caress and that damned voice, “It won’t hurt for the whole time. I promise to make it as painless as possible.”
“You’ll give me the good drugs,” whined Rodney.
“You won’t need drugs. It’s a simple procedure.”
“Oh, says the man who is making me do this and not the other way around,” sneered Rodney, shooting Carson his best glare.
Carson smiled warmly to appease Rodney. “I’ll spoil you for the duration.”
Taking a deep breath, Rodney huffed, “I want Jell-o and…chocolate. Lots of chocolate. Oh and coffee. The good stuff you hoard, not the dregs they serve in the mess.”
“Whatever you say, luv,” conceded Carson, smiling happily as Rodney relaxed in his lap.
**************
John had waited impatiently for the Daedalus to get close enough to Atlantis to allow transport. It had been six weeks. Six long weeks and he wanted to be home, back with Rodney and Carson. He surprised himself at how much he missed them. They weren’t given to professions of love, other than Carson’s occasional pet names, but it was there nonetheless. They’d found something that worked in all the chaos and John was anxious to get back to it.
He slipped into his room, ready to drop off his bags and search out his lovers when familiar sounds drifted to his ears. In the dim room, he could make out the two figures on the bed and his eyes widened as his cock twitched. Carson knelt with his back to him, his sweat beaded skin and undulating hips left no doubt what he was doing. He couldn’t see Rodney clearly but the feet wrapped around Carson’s arms and the breathy moans were the best indicator he was enjoying himself.
They were oblivious to his presence and he very carefully slipped out of his clothes. Moving to the end of the bed, he silently leaned forward and whispered into Carson’s ear, “Missed you.”
Startled, Carson’s thrusting stuttered and his head jerked sideways in shock. As he opened his mouth to speak, John leaned closer and kissed him, hard and needy, delaying any attempt to alert Rodney. Pulling away, he slipped behind him, wrapping his arms around the doctor’s chest as he mumbled in his ear, “Fuck him.”
Carson took a deep breath and nodded and John leaned in to kiss him again, his tongue darting in to taste his lover after his long absence. Carson and Rodney had distinctive tastes and John took a moment to savor the familiar scent. As they kissed, Carson’s hips pressed into Rodney, who was still unaware that John had joined them.
Finally breaking away, John glanced over Carson’s shoulder, getting his first good look at Rodney, sprawled out, flushed and sweaty. Usually that was enough of a turn on, but his eyes were staring hard at Rodney’s chest. John’s breath hitched and his cock hardened like steel against Carson’s ass, his eyes pinned to the gleaming metal held between Rodney’s thumb and forefinger. His head thrown back and eyes closed, Rodney was clueless about the image he presented to his lovers as he played with his nipples. John ground his cock into Carson’s ass at the sight.
Carson was panting harshly and John nuzzled his ear, his voice husky with desire, “I want him when you’re done.”
Groaning, Carson slammed into Rodney, practically lifting him off the bed in his enthusiasm. Rodney moaned, his fingers working faster, pulling and tugging at the small ring of metal that pierced his nipples. John was captivated, his cock leaking with the itch to play with them.
His own fingers played and teased Carson’s nipples, mirroring Rodney’s actions, eliciting a groan from the man as he pounded Rodney’s ass. He was close judging by the change in rhythm of his thrusting. It became erratic and John shifted to Carson’s side as he muttered in a low, desperate voice, “Harder.”
Carson bit his lip to keep quiet, but nodded obediently as John slipped beside him, careful not to jostle the bed too much. Rodney still had his eyes closed in blissed out ecstasy as one hand teased the ring in his nipple and the other idly stroked his cock. Long, easy strokes, intent on dragging out the pleasure.
John couldn’t stand it a moment longer and dropped his head, wrapping his mouth around the ring and sucking it into his mouth. Rodney’s eyes shot open and his hands reached for the bed sheets, clenching them tightly as he arched off the bed, crying out, “Ohfuckfuckfuck.”
Sucking harder, John teased the ring with his tongue, enjoying the jolt of power with each tug as Rodney jerked under his ministrations. His cock throbbed for attention but he ignored it, enjoying too much Rodney’s response to even the smallest tug on the nipple ring. It was like having a direct conduit to his pleasure and John basked in it. Rodney was whimpering, pleading with John for more. Gripping the metal in his teeth, John tilted his head, twisting the ring to see the reaction it would get.
The body under him tensed, bucking up sharply and Rodney was gasping between breaths, “Stop… oh… god… stop.” It wasn’t a painful plea for John to stop, but more of a ‘it is too damn much and I’m going to come’ plea and John reached between his own legs and gripped his own cock hard to keep from coming.
Carson had other ideas, his hands holding Rodney’s thighs firmly against his chest as he pounded into his ass. Sweat poured off him as he pulled out, frantically slamming forward, his balls slapping Rodney’s ass as he begged John, “Oh lord, don’t stop. So close.”
Sitting up, John grasped the tiny ring in his fingers and tugged it at the same time he applied a twist and Rodney howled, his whole body tensing before he came hard, splattering his belly and John’s arm with warm sticky fluid. That was all it took and Carson slammed forward a final time and stilled, his face clenched tight as he shook with his release. John pulled on the ring, dragging another shudder from Rodney and making Carson suck in a sharp breath as Rodney’s ass milked the last of his release from him.
As they both started to collapse, John resisted the urge to push Carson away and ended up kissing him deeply before nudging him sideways onto the bed as he took his place. Rodney was slumped on the bed, his limbs sprawled in all directions as he tried to regain his breath. He was totally relaxed and John wasted no time settling between his legs, positioning himself to enter his lover.
Rodney lifted his head and opened one eye to protest, but his strength was gone and his head dropped back on the bed. John took that as consent and pushed forward, his cock stopping only after he breached the tight ring of muscle. Even letting Carson go first wasn’t enough to stretch Rodney enough to accommodate his larger cock and he received a hiss of discomfort for his efforts. He’d missed fucking Rodney. Missed fucking Carson but the nipple rings made Rodney too irresistible.
“Wait, wait, give me a minute. It’s been awhile,” cried Rodney, his fingers tightening into fists, his breath ragged as he tried to relax that extra bit.
“It’s only been six weeks,” rasped John, his muscles trembling with the effort to hold still.
Rodney glared at him, “And in that time, no one tried shoving a tree branch up my ass.” The whole sarcasm thing was lost when his ass relaxed, letting John slip in. He moaned, “Oh god, more.”
John was fighting the need to slam forward and bury himself balls deep in Rodney’s ass. He distracted himself, raising an eyebrow as he asked as nonchalantly as he could, considering how wonderful it felt to be inside Rodney’s tight, hot ass. “So, what’s new?”
Carson chuckled, a boneless heap beside Rodney. His voice was muffled due to his face being plastered to the bed, “You like it?”
Pushing deeper, John hissed, “It has potential.”
Rodney lifted his head and glared as he said incredulously, “I endured countless hours of pain and all you can say is it has potential.” He turned his head to Carson, sneering “I hate you.”
Returning the sneer, Carson reached out and flicked the ring with his finger, making Rodney shiver from head to toe.
John gasped and buried himself to the hilt, stopping to catch his breath. His body wanted to thrust, but he needed a minute or it would be over much too soon. Carson continued to play with the nipple ring, making Rodney squirm. John’s fingers grasped Rodney’s thighs in a white knuckled grip and his eyes glazed over. He growled at Carson, “More.”
Rodney was trashing, his nipples still sensitive from earlier and he mewled as Carson played. “Oh god, please, too much. Stop. Oh fuck, yeah, right there, do that again.”
John was panting between breaths as he thrust into Rodney, “God, you are so slick, Rodney. I want to fuck you hard.”
Nodding frantically, Rodney was arching into Carson’s hand and meeting John’s thrusts. “Do it!”
Shaking his head, John stopped and pulled out of Rodney, making him gasp at the sudden loss. As Rodney started to protest, John demanded in a low voice, “Roll over.”
Not needing any further encouragement, Rodney flopped to his stomach. John patted his ass. “On your hands and knees.”
Shaking, Rodney managed to rise up and John wasted no time slipping back into him, sighing deeply as he eased into the warm heat of Rodney’s ass. He wanted to just stay there, enjoy the wonderfulness of it, but his cock had other ideas, wanting to thrust in the worst way.
Still recovering, Carson was making a half-hearted attempt to wiggle under Rodney to get at his nipples. John smiled. Seems he wasn’t the only one attracted to the shiny bits of metal. Leaning over Rodney’s back, John kissed a spot between his shoulders and snaked an arm around Rodney’s broad chest. “God, I missed this, Rodney. Always so ready to be fucked.”
Rodney panted as he pushed back against John’s cock, “Yes, yes. I’m a slut. Can you please speed up?”
John’s fingers carded through the damp hair on Rodney’s chest, searching for a nipple ring. Carson latched onto the one closest to him making Rodney twitch. His ass muscles contracted in response, squeezing John’s cock and making him groan, “Damn, Carson. Do that again.”
Rubbing Rodney’s chest, John found the other ring and played with it, reveling in it as the tugs went directly to Rodney’s ass. Each teasing touch made Rodney’s muscles clench and unclench around John’s cock. Chest heaving, sweat slicking the space between them, John pulled out and slammed into Rodney’s ass but it wasn’t enough to ease the throbbing ache.
Tightening his arm around Rodney’s chest, John suddenly sat back on his knees, pulling Rodney with him. Rodney slumped in his arms and John bit his lip as he slipped even deeper into his ass. Rodney sucked in large breaths of air and John held him close as they both tried to regain some control over the rising sensations.
Rodney made the first move. As he lifted himself off of John’s cock, John teased the ring still in his fingers and Rodney whimpered, dropping his weight back down, impaling himself. Head buried in Rodney’s shoulder, John mumbled, “Ride me, Rodney. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
Carson moaned, “That is so hot.” Lifting his head, John watched as Carson scooted forward, brushing against Rodney’s chest as he stroked his renewed erection. Rodney was already hard again, his engorged cock weeping. The man was beautiful, never holding back in the throes of pleasure. He was the most responsive when he was lost like this and neither John nor Carson had the will power to withstand the sheer pleasure Rodney exuded when they made love.
Gripping Carson’s shoulders, Rodney used him for leverage as he rose up and down on John’s cock. His rhythm broke each time John tugged at his nipples, never letting the sensations build enough for release. John was getting desperate, his cock throbbing painfully. He wanted to grab Rodney’s hips, make him go faster, but his hands were obsessed with the nipple rings.
Slipping one hand to cup Carson’s neck, he pulled him up and leaning over Rodney’s shoulder he devoured the doctor’s mouth, his tongue fucking Carson’s mouth as Rodney bucked between them. Carson’s hands gripped Rodney’s hips, guiding him, forcing him onto John’s cock harder and faster as he rutted into Rodney.
Rodney was crying, his breath coming in sobs as John tugged viciously on the rings, drawing him closer to the edge.
Carson was pressing hard, threatening their precarious balance as he ground his and Rodney’s groins together. John tensed his leg muscles, now aching, to counter Carson’s thrusting. Suddenly the pressure was gone, and Carson fell back on his haunches, his hand darting to his blood red cock. Grabbing it, he jerked it once, twice and shouted, “Aw bloody hell, I’m…I’m…”
John’s jaw clenched as he watched Carson’s face tense, the muscles in his neck corded tight as he stilled and his cock exploded, sending stream after stream onto Rodney’s cock and balls. Rodney couldn’t take any more and he bucked wildly, slamming onto John’s cock a final time before he was coming all over Carson, returning the favor. Both men were pumping into their fists, eyes closed tight as their orgasms reached a peak.
Gasping, John’s voice came out raw and needy as he begged, “Fuck, don’t stop.”
The muscles around John’s cock twitched and pulsed and it was suddenly too much. His cock swelled, Rodney screamed and he lost it. His balls drew up against the base of his shaft, feeling like they were being ripped from his body as the tingle turned to a blast. Light exploded along his nerve endings and the pressure in his cock sent a wave of convulsive pleasure through him. His arms reached around Rodney, holding him close forcing him down onto his pulsing cock as his hips thrust upward sharply, desperate. It seemed to go on forever, pumping his release deep in Rodney’s ass. When the spasms finally died off to where he could breath, he fell sideways on the bed, taking Rodney with him, gasping when his soft cock slipped free.
Carson flopped in front of Rodney and they all sighed with satisfaction, sated. All that was heard was the sound of heavy breathing as they enjoyed the contented aftermath. After several minutes, John wiggled closer to Rodney until he was snuggled against his back.
Rodney protested, “Comfy?”
Draping a hand over his chest, John drawled, “Yeah, you?”
All the bluster was gone when Rodney muttered, “Mm.” His hand reached out, finding a resting place on Carson’s hip. Carson’s hand found John’s arm, caressing it as his eyes fluttered closed.
John’s fingers absently roamed Rodney’s chest, finding the nipple ring too much temptation. With the lightest touch, he traced the metal, making Rodney shiver. John chuckled, “Sensitive.”
Rodney snorted, “You would be too with metal piercing your tit. And let’s not forget your’s and Carson’s insatiable need to tug and torture me.”
Carson opened his eyes, flashing him a dimple grin, “You love it.”
Huffing, Rodney tried batting John’s hand away, “Stop it. I’m already going to be sore from all your teasing.”
John paused, duly chastised. His concern was genuine. “Do they hurt?”
Seeing Carson’s concern across from him, John knew he felt just as guilty. Rodney must have sensed it and answered without his normal sarcasm, “More of a throbbing ache now.”
Kissing Rodney’s back, John yawned, “Too bad.”
Rodney relaxed into his arms. “Why?”
John chuckled tiredly, “I was thinking how hot it would be to run a chain through the rings, lead you around on a leash.”
John felt Rodney shudder against him and Carson’s eyes widened, darting to Rodney’s groin as he muttered huskily, “Is nothing beneath you, Rodney?”
Rodney blushed and John could feel the heat of his skin and the slight increase in the heart rate beneath his hand. Ducking his head, Rodney admitted sheepishly, “Apparently not.”
Eyes drifting shut, John dozed off, his arms around Rodney and Carson’s arms around them both. The image of Rodney chained and submissive made him smile in his sleep.
THE END
Author: Chaps1870
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay/Beckett
Rating: NC-17
Crossing his arms, Rodney glared at Carson. “No.”
Rolling his eyes, Carson argued, “You promised you’d hear me out.”
“Oh please, I know that look. That gleam in your eye is a dead giveaway.” Rodney smirked, “You might have some of them fooled with the accent and the softy routine but I am so not falling for it.”
“You know you want to,” insisted Carson, smiling cheekily.
“Do not,” countered Rodney, stubbornly. His conviction wavered and he whined, “My tolerance for pain is legendary.”
“You mean your lack of tolerance,” teased Carson.
Rodney exclaimed arrogantly, “Exactly. There is absolutely no justification for enduring pain for something so trivial.”
Carson went for the kill. “Other than John would love it.”
Rodney rounded on him, his voice rising, “Oh that is so unfair.” He slumped back on the couch, defeated. “I hate you.”
Reaching out, Carson cupped Rodney’s neck and pulled him into a kiss. “Thank you.”
Leaning out of the kiss, Rodney scowled, “You said it was for John.”
Carson grinned, “Well, I didn’t say I wouldn’t enjoy it as well. It has a certain appeal that only works with you, luv.”
Rodney snorted, shifting so he could rest his head in Carson’s lap. Fingers stroked his scalp and closing his eyes, Rodney asked with a sigh of resignation, “When do we do this? It’s not like it will go unnoticed.”
“John will be home in three weeks. That should be plenty of time.”
“Three weeks!” squeaked Rodney, “You didn’t say I’d need three weeks.” Trying to sit up in alarm, he was held in place with a firm hand from Carson. His voice rose in panic, “No way, I can’t do this Carson. Really, I don’t do pain well.”
Carson petted him with a soothing caress and that damned voice, “It won’t hurt for the whole time. I promise to make it as painless as possible.”
“You’ll give me the good drugs,” whined Rodney.
“You won’t need drugs. It’s a simple procedure.”
“Oh, says the man who is making me do this and not the other way around,” sneered Rodney, shooting Carson his best glare.
Carson smiled warmly to appease Rodney. “I’ll spoil you for the duration.”
Taking a deep breath, Rodney huffed, “I want Jell-o and…chocolate. Lots of chocolate. Oh and coffee. The good stuff you hoard, not the dregs they serve in the mess.”
“Whatever you say, luv,” conceded Carson, smiling happily as Rodney relaxed in his lap.
**************
John had waited impatiently for the Daedalus to get close enough to Atlantis to allow transport. It had been six weeks. Six long weeks and he wanted to be home, back with Rodney and Carson. He surprised himself at how much he missed them. They weren’t given to professions of love, other than Carson’s occasional pet names, but it was there nonetheless. They’d found something that worked in all the chaos and John was anxious to get back to it.
He slipped into his room, ready to drop off his bags and search out his lovers when familiar sounds drifted to his ears. In the dim room, he could make out the two figures on the bed and his eyes widened as his cock twitched. Carson knelt with his back to him, his sweat beaded skin and undulating hips left no doubt what he was doing. He couldn’t see Rodney clearly but the feet wrapped around Carson’s arms and the breathy moans were the best indicator he was enjoying himself.
They were oblivious to his presence and he very carefully slipped out of his clothes. Moving to the end of the bed, he silently leaned forward and whispered into Carson’s ear, “Missed you.”
Startled, Carson’s thrusting stuttered and his head jerked sideways in shock. As he opened his mouth to speak, John leaned closer and kissed him, hard and needy, delaying any attempt to alert Rodney. Pulling away, he slipped behind him, wrapping his arms around the doctor’s chest as he mumbled in his ear, “Fuck him.”
Carson took a deep breath and nodded and John leaned in to kiss him again, his tongue darting in to taste his lover after his long absence. Carson and Rodney had distinctive tastes and John took a moment to savor the familiar scent. As they kissed, Carson’s hips pressed into Rodney, who was still unaware that John had joined them.
Finally breaking away, John glanced over Carson’s shoulder, getting his first good look at Rodney, sprawled out, flushed and sweaty. Usually that was enough of a turn on, but his eyes were staring hard at Rodney’s chest. John’s breath hitched and his cock hardened like steel against Carson’s ass, his eyes pinned to the gleaming metal held between Rodney’s thumb and forefinger. His head thrown back and eyes closed, Rodney was clueless about the image he presented to his lovers as he played with his nipples. John ground his cock into Carson’s ass at the sight.
Carson was panting harshly and John nuzzled his ear, his voice husky with desire, “I want him when you’re done.”
Groaning, Carson slammed into Rodney, practically lifting him off the bed in his enthusiasm. Rodney moaned, his fingers working faster, pulling and tugging at the small ring of metal that pierced his nipples. John was captivated, his cock leaking with the itch to play with them.
His own fingers played and teased Carson’s nipples, mirroring Rodney’s actions, eliciting a groan from the man as he pounded Rodney’s ass. He was close judging by the change in rhythm of his thrusting. It became erratic and John shifted to Carson’s side as he muttered in a low, desperate voice, “Harder.”
Carson bit his lip to keep quiet, but nodded obediently as John slipped beside him, careful not to jostle the bed too much. Rodney still had his eyes closed in blissed out ecstasy as one hand teased the ring in his nipple and the other idly stroked his cock. Long, easy strokes, intent on dragging out the pleasure.
John couldn’t stand it a moment longer and dropped his head, wrapping his mouth around the ring and sucking it into his mouth. Rodney’s eyes shot open and his hands reached for the bed sheets, clenching them tightly as he arched off the bed, crying out, “Ohfuckfuckfuck.”
Sucking harder, John teased the ring with his tongue, enjoying the jolt of power with each tug as Rodney jerked under his ministrations. His cock throbbed for attention but he ignored it, enjoying too much Rodney’s response to even the smallest tug on the nipple ring. It was like having a direct conduit to his pleasure and John basked in it. Rodney was whimpering, pleading with John for more. Gripping the metal in his teeth, John tilted his head, twisting the ring to see the reaction it would get.
The body under him tensed, bucking up sharply and Rodney was gasping between breaths, “Stop… oh… god… stop.” It wasn’t a painful plea for John to stop, but more of a ‘it is too damn much and I’m going to come’ plea and John reached between his own legs and gripped his own cock hard to keep from coming.
Carson had other ideas, his hands holding Rodney’s thighs firmly against his chest as he pounded into his ass. Sweat poured off him as he pulled out, frantically slamming forward, his balls slapping Rodney’s ass as he begged John, “Oh lord, don’t stop. So close.”
Sitting up, John grasped the tiny ring in his fingers and tugged it at the same time he applied a twist and Rodney howled, his whole body tensing before he came hard, splattering his belly and John’s arm with warm sticky fluid. That was all it took and Carson slammed forward a final time and stilled, his face clenched tight as he shook with his release. John pulled on the ring, dragging another shudder from Rodney and making Carson suck in a sharp breath as Rodney’s ass milked the last of his release from him.
As they both started to collapse, John resisted the urge to push Carson away and ended up kissing him deeply before nudging him sideways onto the bed as he took his place. Rodney was slumped on the bed, his limbs sprawled in all directions as he tried to regain his breath. He was totally relaxed and John wasted no time settling between his legs, positioning himself to enter his lover.
Rodney lifted his head and opened one eye to protest, but his strength was gone and his head dropped back on the bed. John took that as consent and pushed forward, his cock stopping only after he breached the tight ring of muscle. Even letting Carson go first wasn’t enough to stretch Rodney enough to accommodate his larger cock and he received a hiss of discomfort for his efforts. He’d missed fucking Rodney. Missed fucking Carson but the nipple rings made Rodney too irresistible.
“Wait, wait, give me a minute. It’s been awhile,” cried Rodney, his fingers tightening into fists, his breath ragged as he tried to relax that extra bit.
“It’s only been six weeks,” rasped John, his muscles trembling with the effort to hold still.
Rodney glared at him, “And in that time, no one tried shoving a tree branch up my ass.” The whole sarcasm thing was lost when his ass relaxed, letting John slip in. He moaned, “Oh god, more.”
John was fighting the need to slam forward and bury himself balls deep in Rodney’s ass. He distracted himself, raising an eyebrow as he asked as nonchalantly as he could, considering how wonderful it felt to be inside Rodney’s tight, hot ass. “So, what’s new?”
Carson chuckled, a boneless heap beside Rodney. His voice was muffled due to his face being plastered to the bed, “You like it?”
Pushing deeper, John hissed, “It has potential.”
Rodney lifted his head and glared as he said incredulously, “I endured countless hours of pain and all you can say is it has potential.” He turned his head to Carson, sneering “I hate you.”
Returning the sneer, Carson reached out and flicked the ring with his finger, making Rodney shiver from head to toe.
John gasped and buried himself to the hilt, stopping to catch his breath. His body wanted to thrust, but he needed a minute or it would be over much too soon. Carson continued to play with the nipple ring, making Rodney squirm. John’s fingers grasped Rodney’s thighs in a white knuckled grip and his eyes glazed over. He growled at Carson, “More.”
Rodney was trashing, his nipples still sensitive from earlier and he mewled as Carson played. “Oh god, please, too much. Stop. Oh fuck, yeah, right there, do that again.”
John was panting between breaths as he thrust into Rodney, “God, you are so slick, Rodney. I want to fuck you hard.”
Nodding frantically, Rodney was arching into Carson’s hand and meeting John’s thrusts. “Do it!”
Shaking his head, John stopped and pulled out of Rodney, making him gasp at the sudden loss. As Rodney started to protest, John demanded in a low voice, “Roll over.”
Not needing any further encouragement, Rodney flopped to his stomach. John patted his ass. “On your hands and knees.”
Shaking, Rodney managed to rise up and John wasted no time slipping back into him, sighing deeply as he eased into the warm heat of Rodney’s ass. He wanted to just stay there, enjoy the wonderfulness of it, but his cock had other ideas, wanting to thrust in the worst way.
Still recovering, Carson was making a half-hearted attempt to wiggle under Rodney to get at his nipples. John smiled. Seems he wasn’t the only one attracted to the shiny bits of metal. Leaning over Rodney’s back, John kissed a spot between his shoulders and snaked an arm around Rodney’s broad chest. “God, I missed this, Rodney. Always so ready to be fucked.”
Rodney panted as he pushed back against John’s cock, “Yes, yes. I’m a slut. Can you please speed up?”
John’s fingers carded through the damp hair on Rodney’s chest, searching for a nipple ring. Carson latched onto the one closest to him making Rodney twitch. His ass muscles contracted in response, squeezing John’s cock and making him groan, “Damn, Carson. Do that again.”
Rubbing Rodney’s chest, John found the other ring and played with it, reveling in it as the tugs went directly to Rodney’s ass. Each teasing touch made Rodney’s muscles clench and unclench around John’s cock. Chest heaving, sweat slicking the space between them, John pulled out and slammed into Rodney’s ass but it wasn’t enough to ease the throbbing ache.
Tightening his arm around Rodney’s chest, John suddenly sat back on his knees, pulling Rodney with him. Rodney slumped in his arms and John bit his lip as he slipped even deeper into his ass. Rodney sucked in large breaths of air and John held him close as they both tried to regain some control over the rising sensations.
Rodney made the first move. As he lifted himself off of John’s cock, John teased the ring still in his fingers and Rodney whimpered, dropping his weight back down, impaling himself. Head buried in Rodney’s shoulder, John mumbled, “Ride me, Rodney. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
Carson moaned, “That is so hot.” Lifting his head, John watched as Carson scooted forward, brushing against Rodney’s chest as he stroked his renewed erection. Rodney was already hard again, his engorged cock weeping. The man was beautiful, never holding back in the throes of pleasure. He was the most responsive when he was lost like this and neither John nor Carson had the will power to withstand the sheer pleasure Rodney exuded when they made love.
Gripping Carson’s shoulders, Rodney used him for leverage as he rose up and down on John’s cock. His rhythm broke each time John tugged at his nipples, never letting the sensations build enough for release. John was getting desperate, his cock throbbing painfully. He wanted to grab Rodney’s hips, make him go faster, but his hands were obsessed with the nipple rings.
Slipping one hand to cup Carson’s neck, he pulled him up and leaning over Rodney’s shoulder he devoured the doctor’s mouth, his tongue fucking Carson’s mouth as Rodney bucked between them. Carson’s hands gripped Rodney’s hips, guiding him, forcing him onto John’s cock harder and faster as he rutted into Rodney.
Rodney was crying, his breath coming in sobs as John tugged viciously on the rings, drawing him closer to the edge.
Carson was pressing hard, threatening their precarious balance as he ground his and Rodney’s groins together. John tensed his leg muscles, now aching, to counter Carson’s thrusting. Suddenly the pressure was gone, and Carson fell back on his haunches, his hand darting to his blood red cock. Grabbing it, he jerked it once, twice and shouted, “Aw bloody hell, I’m…I’m…”
John’s jaw clenched as he watched Carson’s face tense, the muscles in his neck corded tight as he stilled and his cock exploded, sending stream after stream onto Rodney’s cock and balls. Rodney couldn’t take any more and he bucked wildly, slamming onto John’s cock a final time before he was coming all over Carson, returning the favor. Both men were pumping into their fists, eyes closed tight as their orgasms reached a peak.
Gasping, John’s voice came out raw and needy as he begged, “Fuck, don’t stop.”
The muscles around John’s cock twitched and pulsed and it was suddenly too much. His cock swelled, Rodney screamed and he lost it. His balls drew up against the base of his shaft, feeling like they were being ripped from his body as the tingle turned to a blast. Light exploded along his nerve endings and the pressure in his cock sent a wave of convulsive pleasure through him. His arms reached around Rodney, holding him close forcing him down onto his pulsing cock as his hips thrust upward sharply, desperate. It seemed to go on forever, pumping his release deep in Rodney’s ass. When the spasms finally died off to where he could breath, he fell sideways on the bed, taking Rodney with him, gasping when his soft cock slipped free.
Carson flopped in front of Rodney and they all sighed with satisfaction, sated. All that was heard was the sound of heavy breathing as they enjoyed the contented aftermath. After several minutes, John wiggled closer to Rodney until he was snuggled against his back.
Rodney protested, “Comfy?”
Draping a hand over his chest, John drawled, “Yeah, you?”
All the bluster was gone when Rodney muttered, “Mm.” His hand reached out, finding a resting place on Carson’s hip. Carson’s hand found John’s arm, caressing it as his eyes fluttered closed.
John’s fingers absently roamed Rodney’s chest, finding the nipple ring too much temptation. With the lightest touch, he traced the metal, making Rodney shiver. John chuckled, “Sensitive.”
Rodney snorted, “You would be too with metal piercing your tit. And let’s not forget your’s and Carson’s insatiable need to tug and torture me.”
Carson opened his eyes, flashing him a dimple grin, “You love it.”
Huffing, Rodney tried batting John’s hand away, “Stop it. I’m already going to be sore from all your teasing.”
John paused, duly chastised. His concern was genuine. “Do they hurt?”
Seeing Carson’s concern across from him, John knew he felt just as guilty. Rodney must have sensed it and answered without his normal sarcasm, “More of a throbbing ache now.”
Kissing Rodney’s back, John yawned, “Too bad.”
Rodney relaxed into his arms. “Why?”
John chuckled tiredly, “I was thinking how hot it would be to run a chain through the rings, lead you around on a leash.”
John felt Rodney shudder against him and Carson’s eyes widened, darting to Rodney’s groin as he muttered huskily, “Is nothing beneath you, Rodney?”
Rodney blushed and John could feel the heat of his skin and the slight increase in the heart rate beneath his hand. Ducking his head, Rodney admitted sheepishly, “Apparently not.”
Eyes drifting shut, John dozed off, his arms around Rodney and Carson’s arms around them both. The image of Rodney chained and submissive made him smile in his sleep.
THE END
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