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Title: Official Capacity
Author: Chaps1870
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard/Beckett
Rating: NC17 PWP, it's just sex, no plot!
Summary: Carson performs a necessary service.
Rodney was leaning over the exam table his head on his arm as Carson slowly inserted a finger. The effect was instant and Rodney’s dick twitched. He pushed back on the digit, wanting and needing more. Carson’s hand stilled as he leaned sideways to get a better look at what Rodney was doing. The scientist was touching himself in long, slow strokes, a blissful look on his face.
“Rodney!” exclaimed Carson.
Lifting his head, Rodney rolled his eyes at Carson’s disbelief. He hissed at the doctor, “Did you honestly believe you could stick your finger in my ass and my dick would understand ‘official capacity’?”
“It’s a bloody prostate exam, Rodney!”
Rodney snorted, pushing back on the finger still in him, “Like my dick knows the difference.” He added huskily as his hand worked his aching flesh, “Shouldn’t you be doing more with that? As much as this is nice, more action would be better. Two fingers, maybe?”
Carson quickly pulled his finger out causing Rodney to whimper. “You’re sick, Rodney.” He pulled off his exam gloves, shaking his head. “You can get dressed. I’m done.”
“Like I can get dressed with this.” Rodney straightened, turning to face Carson. His dick was rock hard, jutting outward as he half pleaded, “Please, Carson.”
“NO!”
Pouting, Rodney gathered his clothes and began dressing. “You’ll play doctor at home but not the infirmary. That makes no sense, Carson.”
“It’s my work, Rodney.”
“Oh like that makes a difference when you have me up against the wall in my lab.”
As Rodney turned his back, working to stuff himself back into his pants, Carson leaned over his back, his own hardness grinding into Rodney’s ass, “I’ve one more patient. Can ya wait that long?”
Pushing Carson out of the curtained area, Rodney huffed impatiently, “Yes, yes. GO! I’ll be in your office.”
He barely entered the office and Rodney pounced on him, wearing absolutely nothing as his hands worked Carson’s belt and then zipper. Carson fell back into the wall, his pants around his ankles as Rodney dropped to his knees and was sucking him like there was no tomorrow. Grabbing the wall behind him for some sort of purchase, Carson was panting harshly as he tried to speak. “Anyone… could… walk… in.”
Pulling back, Rodney looked up. His eyes were dark with need, “Nope. It’ll only open for you and me…” At that moment, the door opened admitting John. Rodney added with amusement, “…and Major Sheppard.”
As the door slid shut, John was shucking his clothes, his mouth finding Carson’s neck as his pants fell to the floor. He paused only long enough to pull his shirt over his head before continuing his assault on Carson. Standing only in a shirt and lab coat, Carson felt overdressed, but his hands wouldn’t respond to the simplest request. “You are both a wee bit touched to get off from a prostate exam.”
John was peeling off Carson’s coat as he nuzzled his ear, “What? We’ve been on a mission for three days and you decide it’s time for a ‘complete’ physical. You get what you pay for!” Sticking his tongue in Carson’s ear, he delighted in the shudder it elicited.
Rodney was still sucking and licking, drawing more and more of Carson into his mouth until his nose was buried in the doctor’s coarse hair. Reaching under Carson’s shirt John’s hand roamed his chest, finding his nipples without pause. Carson’s breath hitched, his head went back and he moaned loudly, “Oh dear god!” Only Rodney’s firm hands on his hips kept him from thrusting into the scientist’s mouth.
His coat was gone and his shirt was pushed up enough for John to use his tongue on his sensitive nipples. John’s hard length was pressed into his thigh while the man continued to torment him with his tongue. Working his way to Carson’s mouth, John covered it with a crushing kiss, leaving Carson breathless. When John pulled back and their eyes met, he growled, “I want in you. NOW!”
Carson could only nod. His eyes were clenched tight and he was concentrating on not coming in Rodney’s mouth. He wanted to come inside one of them. Since John already had dibs on him, that left Rodney. With every ounce of willpower he possessed, he pushed Rodney’s mouth away from his pulsing shaft and kept pushing until Rodney was on his back.
Looking around, his eyes wild with an animal lust, Rodney reached for Carson’s lab coat frantically searching the pockets for lube. Carson settled between his outstretched legs with John right behind him. All three men were panting with a need. Finding the lube, Rodney opened it and two hands darted forward for him to squeeze it into. Accomplishing that, he spread his legs wider and hissed to them, “Hurry!”
Carson coated his fingers, penetrating Rodney in one smooth motion. Bucking into his hand, Rodney begged shamelessly, “More.” Carson added a second finger as John found his entrance and he pushed forward sharply into Rodney as he was penetrated. Rodney arched his back and moaned, “I’m ready…would you just fuck me!”
His hands shaking, Carson guided himself to Rodney’s ass, slowly pressing forward until he breached the tight ring of muscle. The tightness was like heaven and he would have stayed still, savoring it, if John wasn’t thrusting fingers against his prostate. Reflex took over and he pushed hard into Rodney, burying himself deep inside his hot ass.
Rodney was panting heavily, lifting his hips for more penetration. Grabbing the lab coat, Carson jammed it under Rodney’s hips and John took advantage of the pause in action to push his dick into him. Carson leaned forward, bending Rodney in half, sucking in a sharp breath against the burn. None of them moved for several seconds, allowing time to adjust. Rodney was trying to push up on the heaviness, desperate for someone to move. Sweating heavily in the tiny room that already reeked of sex, he slid his hand between him and Carson to stroke his painfully hard length.
Seeing and feeling Rodney’s desire, Carson pushed back into John, needing room to thrust. After several attempts they established a rhythm. John would pull almost all the way out of Carson, as he did the same to Rodney. He would then slam forward, driving Carson deep into Rodney, who was practically crying for release.
Three days apart had taken their toll and none of them had any staying power. Rodney came first, clamping hard around Carson’s thickness as he shuddered with release. It was enough to tip Carson over the edge and he thrust powerfully forward, stilling as he erupted into Rodney’s tightness. John cried out and came hard as Carson clenched around his dick. The three men spasmed for several seconds before collapsing in a heap on the floor, only their heavy breathing punctuated the air in the tiny room.
Rodney finally gasped between breaths, “Being squished here.”
John rolled off one way and Carson the other, pinning Rodney between them as they snuggled close. Carson lifted up on one elbow and smiled, “You two dinna get any on this mission did you?”
“What…and leave you out?” said John, as he lifted up and began playing with the dusting of air on Rodney’s chest.
Carson snorted, “Don’t give me that. You took the jumper and were stuck with Teyla and Ford. It had nothin’ ta do with me.”
Batting John’s hand away, Rodney rolled to face Carson. Clasping his neck, he pulled him in for a soul-searching kiss, “We missed you.”
Crawling over the two of them to land on the other side of Carson, John did his own kissing, “We couldn’t wait to get back.”
Flush from their attentions, Carson sighed, “I got that when you got hard from a prostate exam.”
Rodney smiled, “I still think you planned it. Let’s face it Carson. It’s not like you don’t have your finger up our asses enough that you have to perform an official exam.”
John was laughing hard at the red in Carson’s face, “Busted.”
Author: Chaps1870
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard/Beckett
Rating: NC17 PWP, it's just sex, no plot!
Summary: Carson performs a necessary service.
Rodney was leaning over the exam table his head on his arm as Carson slowly inserted a finger. The effect was instant and Rodney’s dick twitched. He pushed back on the digit, wanting and needing more. Carson’s hand stilled as he leaned sideways to get a better look at what Rodney was doing. The scientist was touching himself in long, slow strokes, a blissful look on his face.
“Rodney!” exclaimed Carson.
Lifting his head, Rodney rolled his eyes at Carson’s disbelief. He hissed at the doctor, “Did you honestly believe you could stick your finger in my ass and my dick would understand ‘official capacity’?”
“It’s a bloody prostate exam, Rodney!”
Rodney snorted, pushing back on the finger still in him, “Like my dick knows the difference.” He added huskily as his hand worked his aching flesh, “Shouldn’t you be doing more with that? As much as this is nice, more action would be better. Two fingers, maybe?”
Carson quickly pulled his finger out causing Rodney to whimper. “You’re sick, Rodney.” He pulled off his exam gloves, shaking his head. “You can get dressed. I’m done.”
“Like I can get dressed with this.” Rodney straightened, turning to face Carson. His dick was rock hard, jutting outward as he half pleaded, “Please, Carson.”
“NO!”
Pouting, Rodney gathered his clothes and began dressing. “You’ll play doctor at home but not the infirmary. That makes no sense, Carson.”
“It’s my work, Rodney.”
“Oh like that makes a difference when you have me up against the wall in my lab.”
As Rodney turned his back, working to stuff himself back into his pants, Carson leaned over his back, his own hardness grinding into Rodney’s ass, “I’ve one more patient. Can ya wait that long?”
Pushing Carson out of the curtained area, Rodney huffed impatiently, “Yes, yes. GO! I’ll be in your office.”
He barely entered the office and Rodney pounced on him, wearing absolutely nothing as his hands worked Carson’s belt and then zipper. Carson fell back into the wall, his pants around his ankles as Rodney dropped to his knees and was sucking him like there was no tomorrow. Grabbing the wall behind him for some sort of purchase, Carson was panting harshly as he tried to speak. “Anyone… could… walk… in.”
Pulling back, Rodney looked up. His eyes were dark with need, “Nope. It’ll only open for you and me…” At that moment, the door opened admitting John. Rodney added with amusement, “…and Major Sheppard.”
As the door slid shut, John was shucking his clothes, his mouth finding Carson’s neck as his pants fell to the floor. He paused only long enough to pull his shirt over his head before continuing his assault on Carson. Standing only in a shirt and lab coat, Carson felt overdressed, but his hands wouldn’t respond to the simplest request. “You are both a wee bit touched to get off from a prostate exam.”
John was peeling off Carson’s coat as he nuzzled his ear, “What? We’ve been on a mission for three days and you decide it’s time for a ‘complete’ physical. You get what you pay for!” Sticking his tongue in Carson’s ear, he delighted in the shudder it elicited.
Rodney was still sucking and licking, drawing more and more of Carson into his mouth until his nose was buried in the doctor’s coarse hair. Reaching under Carson’s shirt John’s hand roamed his chest, finding his nipples without pause. Carson’s breath hitched, his head went back and he moaned loudly, “Oh dear god!” Only Rodney’s firm hands on his hips kept him from thrusting into the scientist’s mouth.
His coat was gone and his shirt was pushed up enough for John to use his tongue on his sensitive nipples. John’s hard length was pressed into his thigh while the man continued to torment him with his tongue. Working his way to Carson’s mouth, John covered it with a crushing kiss, leaving Carson breathless. When John pulled back and their eyes met, he growled, “I want in you. NOW!”
Carson could only nod. His eyes were clenched tight and he was concentrating on not coming in Rodney’s mouth. He wanted to come inside one of them. Since John already had dibs on him, that left Rodney. With every ounce of willpower he possessed, he pushed Rodney’s mouth away from his pulsing shaft and kept pushing until Rodney was on his back.
Looking around, his eyes wild with an animal lust, Rodney reached for Carson’s lab coat frantically searching the pockets for lube. Carson settled between his outstretched legs with John right behind him. All three men were panting with a need. Finding the lube, Rodney opened it and two hands darted forward for him to squeeze it into. Accomplishing that, he spread his legs wider and hissed to them, “Hurry!”
Carson coated his fingers, penetrating Rodney in one smooth motion. Bucking into his hand, Rodney begged shamelessly, “More.” Carson added a second finger as John found his entrance and he pushed forward sharply into Rodney as he was penetrated. Rodney arched his back and moaned, “I’m ready…would you just fuck me!”
His hands shaking, Carson guided himself to Rodney’s ass, slowly pressing forward until he breached the tight ring of muscle. The tightness was like heaven and he would have stayed still, savoring it, if John wasn’t thrusting fingers against his prostate. Reflex took over and he pushed hard into Rodney, burying himself deep inside his hot ass.
Rodney was panting heavily, lifting his hips for more penetration. Grabbing the lab coat, Carson jammed it under Rodney’s hips and John took advantage of the pause in action to push his dick into him. Carson leaned forward, bending Rodney in half, sucking in a sharp breath against the burn. None of them moved for several seconds, allowing time to adjust. Rodney was trying to push up on the heaviness, desperate for someone to move. Sweating heavily in the tiny room that already reeked of sex, he slid his hand between him and Carson to stroke his painfully hard length.
Seeing and feeling Rodney’s desire, Carson pushed back into John, needing room to thrust. After several attempts they established a rhythm. John would pull almost all the way out of Carson, as he did the same to Rodney. He would then slam forward, driving Carson deep into Rodney, who was practically crying for release.
Three days apart had taken their toll and none of them had any staying power. Rodney came first, clamping hard around Carson’s thickness as he shuddered with release. It was enough to tip Carson over the edge and he thrust powerfully forward, stilling as he erupted into Rodney’s tightness. John cried out and came hard as Carson clenched around his dick. The three men spasmed for several seconds before collapsing in a heap on the floor, only their heavy breathing punctuated the air in the tiny room.
Rodney finally gasped between breaths, “Being squished here.”
John rolled off one way and Carson the other, pinning Rodney between them as they snuggled close. Carson lifted up on one elbow and smiled, “You two dinna get any on this mission did you?”
“What…and leave you out?” said John, as he lifted up and began playing with the dusting of air on Rodney’s chest.
Carson snorted, “Don’t give me that. You took the jumper and were stuck with Teyla and Ford. It had nothin’ ta do with me.”
Batting John’s hand away, Rodney rolled to face Carson. Clasping his neck, he pulled him in for a soul-searching kiss, “We missed you.”
Crawling over the two of them to land on the other side of Carson, John did his own kissing, “We couldn’t wait to get back.”
Flush from their attentions, Carson sighed, “I got that when you got hard from a prostate exam.”
Rodney smiled, “I still think you planned it. Let’s face it Carson. It’s not like you don’t have your finger up our asses enough that you have to perform an official exam.”
John was laughing hard at the red in Carson’s face, “Busted.”