Fic: Doctors Major, foursome
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Disclaimer: Not mine.
Title: Doctors Major
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay/Beckett/Zelenka
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Never ‘neglect’ to tell Rodney something. Especially if it challenges his intellect.
Notes: Third chapter of the orgy fic!
Rodney McKay was not a stupid man.
That being said, finding out John was a mathematical genius had been a surprise though he hadn’t been shocked. After the number of times Sheppard had spouted out the answers to equations, Rodney knew there had to be some intelligence in that military-molded brain.
And of course he knew all officers in any branch of the US military had to have a masters. No enlisted personnel could advance to that status without one. John was a major, ergo he had a masters.
What McKay hadn’t known was that John’s undergrad and masters degrees were both in the same subject - math. Only Elizabeth had and she snickered as she watched the two men from the doorway to Rodney’s lab.
“Both of them?” He asked for the sixth time.
“Yup. And I was the valedictorian when I graduated from the academy.” John’s trademark smirk emerged and he reached for one of the laptops decorating the table, quickly bringing up a screen and writing out several long equations.
If it were possible for Rodney to become any more red, Carson would probably hospitalize him on the grounds that his blood pressure had just shot so far up, it was in the upper atmosphere.
“Vale...Valedictorian?”
John nodded, “Uh huh.” He finished off the equations, filling in the solutions and closing the computer lid so it wouldn’t be too badly damaged if Rodney started throwing things. He loved riling his lover up, but sometimes it was just too easy.
McKay closed his eyes, processing this information and once he had managed to sooth some of his nerves, he looked up. He finally noticed Elizabeth, nodding at her, “Dr. Weir.” His tone was glum; she’d tease him sufficiently later.
“Just need to you to sign off on this.” She handed him the last field report, only missing his signature then winked at him before leaving, listening as Rodney asked for John’s IQ again.
She passed Beckett and Zelenka as she moved toward her office, informing them a fairly interesting discussion of John’s higher education was going on.
“Do you think John has told Rodney about his Ph.D. yet?” Carson laughed, “That’ll be a sight to see.”
“We will go watch, yes?” Radek asked, tugging on his friend’s arm and the two were off. They both knew they’d arrived just in time, hearing John talking about his boredom at McMurdo, the months of loneliness and the solid group of friends he’d lacked.
“I had nothing to do, but we did have a couple of computers.”
“And this is relevant to our conversation, how?”
John smiled broadly, “Just listen because you’re gonna get a big kick out of this one.” He continued, “So I poked around and found a good program at one of the grad schools that could be taken over the internet.”
Rodney had a bad feeling he knew where John was going with his impromptu speech; he was sure whatever Sheppard was going to tell him Carson and Radek knew too, and he didn’t like that. He didn’t like not knowing what was about to be sprung on him.
“So I ended up getting my Ph.D. while I was stationed down there. When it came time for the oral presentation, I was given a few days leave by my superiors and presented it.” His eyes glittered and he went in for the kill, “Actually, this formula,” He pointed to one scrap of paper that Rodney had scribbled on earlier, “Is the one I based my Ph.D. on.”
Carson smiled and nearly started laughing. Then Rodney swayed from side to side and then went down hard. There was a thud as he hit the ground and Radek was calling the infirmary as Beckett all but flew to the man’s side.
The three men told Elizabeth a half hour later in the infirmary that they’d never before seen Rodney turn that particular shade of green nor had they seen his eyes roll up into his head they way they had.
Knowing the physicist was going to be fine, John agreed to the leave after Carson promised to bring Rodney home, heading down to their quarters to turn on Rodney’s personal laptop and playing with some settings to kill time. He knew Radek would fix anything he messed up; John wondered how long it would be until any of his lovers showed up.
To appease both Carson and Radek, the four had slowly begun moving into the large quarters John and Rodney had shared almost immediately following the gateroom orgy. Hairbrushes and toothpaste, then clothing, and finally items like books and computers showed up, crowding what had once been a spacious living area.
Their bed had even grown after they’d scavenged out another frame from one of the unused quarters. One King bed butted up to the other and it was commonplace to hear one of them bitching in the morning about having slept on the crevice.
He continued typing, a plan formulating in his mind.
If talking about his Ph.D. made Rodney faint, then what precisely would whispering, say, trig or abstract math to the man do?
Or better yet, if John displayed a level of understanding for the work Rodney did... But no, because that would only make McKay hunt him down and John wasn’t a scientist. He blew up things to protect the scientists, and for that all he needed to know was that C4 was explosive.
The door slid open and Carson looked wearily at John. Rodney sniped in his ear, loudly, “...and you knew! No one...” He trailed off as he noticed the object of his tirade, “You! I’m going to beat you with my laptop!”
Sheppard only grinned, finishing what he was doing and shutting down the computer. He crossed over to the two men and swiftly grabbed Rodney, tossing him over his shoulder, “JOHN!” He yelled.
When John flopped him onto the bed, Rodney was far too shocked at what had occurred that he didn’t whine or complain - it was official, hell had frozen over.
“If we have a function which is multiplied by a constant c, we will see that its derivative is found by the Constant. Multiplier. Rule.” John whispered as he crawled over the other, stopping to mouth one of Rodney’s nipples through the red scrubs.
“I hate you.” Rodney shot back, feeling himself harden and only managed a groan when John whispered again.
“If c is greater than one, the graph is stretched by a factor of c.” He licked at Rodney’s mouth, then blew over the pursed lips. They parted and before Rodney could get a word in edgewise, John was kissing him, tongue slipping in and oh so slowly he rubbed one of Rodney’s nipples.
Carson, who had stood by as long as he could, finally moved and John’s dick jumped when he felt the soft fingers tugging down his pants down. He shifted enough to get them pushed to his ankles, then laid fully atop Rodney and then the pants were gone.
“Could not wait for me, hum?” The Czech’s voice carried across the room and while Rodney and John looked over at him, Beckett took the advantage and parted the small cheeks. His tongue slid in with little resistance and John pushed himself away from Rodney to get rid of his shirt and somehow they even managed to remove the scientist’s as well.
And through the wave of sensation, John ground out, “y equals two to the x power which equals e to the cx power where c equals ln times two.”
Radek shivered as he rolled to curl around Rodney’s side, “John is being cruel.”
“Extremely.” McKay strained upwards needing the stimulation, needing the friction that one only found when they were sweaty and rubbing just so. He growled when he wasn’t given it and decided to ignore John.
Afterall John had withheld the information that he was essentially a human calculator. Damnit that could’ve been useful seeing as his graphing calculator was dead and there was no way Rodney was asking Kavanagh for the program he’d created.
He crawled out from under the man and covered Radek, “Hello, Zelnorm.” He smirked, only to find himself being kissed and they both couldn’t not watch the two men beside them when John cried out.
Carson had arranged the man to his liking, on his back and was almost fully seated in John. One more push and a few seconds to adjust before Carson let go of his control. He thrust hard and fast and his hips swiveled just the tiniest bit each time; he purposely aimed to give John pleasure but if he stroked over John’s prostate, well it was just an accident.
Radek smacked Rodney’s cheek, getting his attention, and he waved the tube of lubricant so close to Rodney’s nose that he felt the smooth plastic brush him. McKay took it but gestured to wait.
John didn’t always cry out with his release. Sometimes his entire body would contract and it would take several minutes for him to rejoin reality. It had unnerved Carson the first few times, but he’d grown used to it and by their third week together, it became an incredible ego boost.
And as John arched, throat tight and muscles corded, Carson replaced his cock with two fingers and once they connected with John’s prostate, John was gone. He came hard and fast and then he was out.
Rodney pounced, pushing Carson onto his stomach and whispered, “Let’s see how your trick works on you, shall we?”
Carson tried to respond, tried to ask what that meant when he realized Radek was removing his pants. He helped as best he could, but then the man was spreading his legs wide and kneeling closer to him. Rodney was sitting back, having shed his pants and was running one slick hand up and down his dick, one hand behind his head.
Thrilled with the idea of being watched, Carson moaned out and it took his brain what seemed like ten minutes to realize that Radek was tracing designs on Carson’s back. Using his tongue. Which gradually slid lower, interspersed with nips at his vertebrae.
Radek hadn’t rimmed anyone before, he wasn’t sure he’d be any good but he figured that it couldn’t be too hard. And that was reinforced when he exposed the small pucker, licked it hesitantly, and received the most vulgar curse he’d ever heard pass through Carson’s lips.
Galvanized he decided to see what would happen when he pressed inside Carson, unaware that Rodney was waiting for that moment to begin stretching Radek.
But he learned quick because once his tongue pushed past the first ring of muscle, Carson yelled something in Gaelic and Rodney’s two fingers were nudging at the small gland. Radek knew he was moaning as he attempted to continue his ministrations; he lifted one hand to stroke Carson’s cock.
John’s eyes slid open, watching his lovers for a few minutes then spoke, “Now this is what I like to see.”
Carson was too lost in sensation, but Rodney smirked, pulling his fingers from Radek’s body and not saying anything as he positioned himself. Rodney knew John would find something to do.
Radek pulled back from Carson for a moment, forcing himself to relax and crawled back so Rodney could get an arm across his chest, “It’s okay.” He nuzzled the Czech’s ear, knowing it’d help to ease the discomfort and then Rodney was inside Radek, moving only slightly. A minute passed, then two and Radek shifted so he could resume driving Carson toward orgasm.
“Ohfuck.” Carson breathed, reaching for himself and stroking.
John wished he had a camera. He couldn’t decide which was the more desirable target: Rodney’s lush ass or Carson’s dick. Or for that matter Radek’s, but as soon as the thought crossed John’s mind, Rodney was moving his hand and Zelenka was obviously trying his damnedest not to come right then.
Deciding that Carson needed more oral stimulation rolled toward them, pushed Carson onto all fours and with a wink, slid beneath the man. John suckled at the head, tongued the slit then he pressed on Carson’s ass until the man got the message and lowered himself down. But John could feel the exertions Carson was putting forth trying to not choke him.
He pulled at the strong hips, and when they wouldn’t budge, John surged up, deepthroating Carson in one move. He smiled around the thick cock, and began to bob his head when he felt Carson suck on the head of his soft dick.
John wondered if the man had ever left the oral stage, the only thing he remembered from the Academy’s mandatory psych class, as he heard Radek yell. He knew Rodney was coming too and John’s tongue worked faster on Carson, sucking harder and then he hummed and Beckett was gone.
Sated, the three slid apart, Carson righting himself so he could cuddle up to John. Radek, they had all learned, had to shower after they finished and he somehow managed to get out from between his lovers, “You will change the sheets?”
Rodney nodded, “In a minute.” He propped his head on his arm and watched the man disappear into the bathroom. Then Rodney turned his head back and smiled, moving to join Carson and John.
“So would now be a bad time to mention that my thesis was over 700 pages?” He smirked, adding, “And that my title is technically Dr. Maj. John Sheppard of the USAF?”
Rodney smacked him.