Gateroom sex
Disclaimer: Not mine. *sigh*
Title: Rules Were Meant to be Broken
Pairing: Um, everybody? (John/Rodney, John/Rodney/Radek, Teyla/Ford, Bates/Simpson, Beckett/Stackhouse/Biro, John/Rodney/Carson, Grodin/Bates, Teyla/Ford/Simpson/OFC, Stackhouse/Biro, Zelenka/Weir.)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: He’s the one who swore they should be careful with Ancient technology.
Dedication: sethoz. Because she kept hinting until I gave in. neth_dugan. Because I’m a feedback whore and Neth fed me throughout Thirty-Six.
Notes: This was supposed to be a short fic. *shakes fist* Anyway - it’s got some humor, lots of sex, and some overused plot devices from SG-1 fandom. Why? Because I wanted to. Oh, yeah, and I haven’t seen The Siege yet. That thing that happens with the guy didn’t happen in my mind. You know what I mean.
Rodney sniffed the air as he lit the incense stick. Kavanagh had found it in one of the storage closets, sitting between two large crates and so far no one had asked why he’d been hiding in his own lab. John had only raised an eyebrow to the man’s statement that he had only been thinking.
Tossing all thoughts of Kavanagh jerking off from his mind, McKay inhaled strongly.
The scent wasn’t overpowering, but it definitely could not be missed. It was sweet yet mellow and Rodney wondered what it could have been used for. Perhaps medicinal? Well, he wouldn’t admit that one since Beckett would demand that he be the one to analyze it.
Besides, what harm could come from ten thousand year old incense?
Rodney sat back in his chair and closed his eyes.
Hands brushed down his sides. A mouth latched onto his and each battled for control.
“Whoa.” Rodney blushed at his thoughts once he’d come out of his daydream. His lab was not the best place for lusting - especially not when Zelenka was sitting on the other end of the work table.
He attempted to work for a few minutes more, but the overwhelming need to finish his fantasy came over him. He stood and sat right back down.
There was no way Rodney McKay was going to walk the halls of Atlantis with a hard-on. No way in hell. There were enough jokes made at his expense already.
Reaching for the first object within reach, he set about taking notes of it’s size and density, measuring it for length and attempting to use his synthetic gene to cause it to do something. He looked up when he heard Radek’s snickering, “What?”
The other scientist’s eyebrow rose, “Practicing?”
“What?” And then Rodney realized he’d been stroking the cylindrical device with one fist. He snarled out something inaudible, causing both men to turn back to their work. They studiously ignored one another.
Neither cared that the thin incense smoke was flowing into the ventilation system. The simple tests Rodney had run after the discovery revealed there were no harmful components, though only one of the twenty ingredients could be identified.
Of course, when all was said and done later, they would come to find that some of the items the Ancients left behind were best placed under a fume hood. Or just not touched at all.
The doors slid open sometime later, “Ah, so this is where the smell is coming from…”
Rodney looked up at John, surprised to see the Major standing with his arms crossed and leaning against the door, “Major.”
“Elizabeth sent me to find the source of that.” He gestured toward the long, thin stick.
“Well, as you can see, it’s here.” Rodney spat back; he licked his lips and forced himself to tear his eyes away from the other man’s large hand. The large hand that would probably feel wonderful wrapped around McKay’s dick.
Rodney groaned, and refused to acknowledge that he was once again sporting an erection. If he ignored it, maybe it would go away.
Only Sheppard was obviously high because he stepped behind his friend and licked the shell of Rodney’s ear. The shudder that ran through McKay was involuntary, “Ungh.” The strangled noise crept out of his throat and he arched back into the toned body.
Feeling the eyes on him, Rodney flicked his gaze to Zelenka. The Czech was staring at them, pupils enlarged. One of Radek’s hands could not be seen behind the table but John was sure he knew where it was.
“I think we’re giving the man a good show.”
Another groan slipped from Rodney’s lips as his head fell back onto John’s shoulder.
Kisses rained down on the scientist’s neck, then there was a soft whisper, “Maybe we should find Zelenka a girlfriend.”
“Or let him keep watching, yes?” The man almost pleaded, desperate. He, too, hadn’t been with anyone of any gender since the expedition’s arrival and Radek sorely missed kissing.
“Or we could ask him to join us.” Rodney’s eyes sparkled; he forced himself away and turned to fully face his best friend. He leaned in, pressing his lips to John’s, and feeling Radek’s chest press up against his back.
A hand moved around to grope hastily at John’s pants and Rodney reached backward to grab Zelenka’s other hand. John managed to get Rodney to release his mouth, pulling Radek’s head closer and kissing over McKay’s shoulder.
Then someone knocked on the door, and the three flew apart.
“What?!” Rodney yelled, pissed that he hadn’t been able to come before something interrupted it.
“Sorry Doc.” Ford shot back, “But Dr. Weir needs you upstairs! There’s a…problem in the gateroom.” He almost wanted to ask why the door was locked, but given that Major Sheppard was likely the one to have done it, the Lieutenant simply stood where he was.
“Fine. I’ll be there in five minutes.” Rodney watched the shadow moved further and further from the door. He looked at the other two men, noticing the gleam in John’s eye, “What?”
The man smirked, “I say we go down and fix Weir’s problem then we meet in the ‘jumper.”
Rodney rolled his eyes. Of course the pilot would want to have sex in the puddle jumper, “Alright.” He strolled toward the door, knowing he’d be followed by John and Radek.
The halls were eerily quiet as they walked, and Rodney wondered where all the personnel were hiding. But wow, the incense had permeated the entire city... Maybe they were hiding out, away from the wisps of smoke or outside getting fresh air.
“Oh... Shit.”
The words slipped from each of their mouths as they entered the gateroom.
Where several people were laying on the floor, Elizabeth slowly stripping down to nothing in the middle of the pile and Teyla happily kissing a visibly aroused Ford. Simpson was sitting on Bates, and John was pretty sure that Stackhouse was sandwiched between Carson and Biro but the man’s face was obscured by the two enthusiastic medical personnel.
The trio stood with their mouths open for several minutes until it grew overwhelming and they could no longer simply watch.
Sliding into the fray, Rodney found himself on his back with his head near the Beckett-Stackhouse-Biro threesome. “Hmm, what do we have here?” The low, accented growl drew his attentions and before he had time to react, Carson was kissing Rodney hard, almost possessively.
John took that moment to pull the dark-grey pants off his scientist. He was only half-aware that Zelenka had latched onto Weir, who wore not one stitch of clothing - Radek was quickly catching up to her state of undress.
Carson slowly began to depart from Biro and Stackhouse; neither seemed to care as the Sergeant’s hand began to slide down the woman’s body.
Between the two men, Rodney’s shirt was removed as well as the boxer briefs, and then turned to each other. They knelt above Rodney and the kiss they shared was tender. Their hands traveled underneath clothes, but the shirts were a hindrance.
There was no way to hold in the groan that escaped Rodney’s lips as they both made a show of removing their clothing. Slender hips swayed from side to side. One small, feminine hand smacked Carson hard on the ass which only seemed to make him more aroused. Another hand shot out from somewhere to rub Sheppard’s cock through the military-issue boxers for a minute before retreating and the Major managed to get out of his underwear.
Finally parted of their clothes, John smirked and pushed Carson down next to Rodney. He laid down, half on top of Rodney and half on top of Carson, then, and with a laugh, wondered what the SGC ever had an orgy in front of the gate.
He was quickly brought out of his thoughts as a groan came from behind him. He looked over his shoulder and whistled. John had seen a lot of porn and he had never seen a body do anything like that before. Ford did have youth and military training on his side, though...
Tired of watching John get distracted, Rodney grabbed the crazy hair and jerked Sheppard’s face down to his own, forcing his tongue between John’s lips.
Carson’s eyes were trained on the two, “I have an idea.”
“Wha?” John pulled back, panting lightly.
“Get on your hands and knees.” The doctor ordered and grinned as John settled on all fours over Rodney, resuming their kiss. He didn’t ask any other questions, didn’t even give a second thought to Carson.
Until he felt hands moving over his ass and parting his cheeks, “Cars…” The word trailed off into an unintelligible string of noises.
Beckett swiped his tongue down the crevice again, getting another round of babble. Someone moaned out and Carson knew he was going to need more than spit soon. There had to be lube somewhere.
He lifted his face away from John’s ass and let his eyes roam over everyone in the room.
Luckily, a small tube was laying benignly near Grodin’s head. Carson greedily snatched it up, popping the cap, and spreading some onto his fingers before whispering to John. He watched Sheppard as he shifted Rodney’s legs and Carson slid his finger inside the scientist in one movement.
Suddenly, Kavanagh appeared on the command deck and after one look at the group, yelled, “IT’S THAT GODDAMN ANCIENT INCENSE!”
If anyone actually cared, they made no indications to the fact. No one even paid attention as the balcony doors opened and the air filtration system began to pour clean air into the room. They all continued on, Rodney begging to be fucked.
Zelenka cried out his climax, Elizabeth nearly silent in her own. The two slowly came back to themselves, immediately noticing their state of undress. They looked at each other, the Czech’s entire body pinking.
The two then realized what was going on around them.
Biro and Stackhouse were cuddled up together, Grodin and Bates were oblivious to those around them as Grodin thrust inside his partner who was hurling insults at Peter. Teyla and Ford rolled around the floor, laughing between kisses, then pulled Simpson into their group. They pulled Anji Morris down after a minute and the foursome turned into an unmoving mass of hands and legs and humping.
Carson was guiding John’s cock into Rodney and it was Elizabeth’s turn to blush, unable to look away from the sight as Beckett bent to lick at John’s ass.
“Fuck!” McKay cried. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around John’s neck, involuntarily clenching his muscles when John thrust over Rodney’s prostate. He thrust down and Carson grinned to himself as his tongue breached John, who pushed back against it.
Deciding she had been naked long enough, Weir forced herself to stop watching her friends and pulled on whatever clothing was within reach. Bates’ trousers and Radek’s shirt were oversized on her but she’d worry about that later. Much later.
Zelenka did the same, rising from the floor once he was dressed, but he allowed himself to watch the trio.
Carson had stretched John and was gently pushing his cock inside the Major, “Oh, sweet lord...” He ground out.
The three men began to move in a careful rhythm, Rodney jerking himself off with both hands.
Grodin stilled, biting down on Bates’ neck when he came. He slid himself from the Sergeant’s body and shimmed down to take the man’s dick in Peter’s mouth. He sucked contentedly before shoving one finger roughly inside his lover and swallowing every drop of Bates’ climax.
The foursome cried out several phrases and obscenities and Ford looked quite content as he collapsed onto Teyla, who was still breathing heavily even as she kissed Simpson. Morris was curling herself around Aiden, lips curved into a large smile.
Finally, Rodney moaned loudly and came, semen spurting onto John’s stomach. Sheppard pounded harder into Rodney and felt Carson lick the back of his neck. Too soon, John’s release was upon him; Beckett followed soon thereafter.
And just like that, the gateroom grew silent. People in varying states of awareness laid on the lukewarm metal floor, several reaching for pants and shirts. Elizabeth and Zelenka dashed up the stairs to Kavanagh, Bates following behind them only in a pair of jungle camouflage trousers.
Carson drifted back to himself and rubbed his temples. His watch chimed, signifying the noon hour. He forced himself onto his feet, locating his own clothes and tugging them on. He looked up toward Weir and the others, gesturing to the door then took off for the infirmary.
He heard Elizabeth scream, “MCKAY!” as he walked from the room and Carson was quite glad that he was escaping to his office. Hopefully, he could rebuild some form of normalcy before the first person came by to be checked out.
Rodney flew past him completely naked with Elizabeth in hot pursuit just as he rounded the corner, the infirmary door in sight.
Then again, nothing normal had happened in Pegasus so far...
ETA: Posted at Wraithbait.com here.
Title: Rules Were Meant to be Broken
Pairing: Um, everybody? (John/Rodney, John/Rodney/Radek, Teyla/Ford, Bates/Simpson, Beckett/Stackhouse/Biro, John/Rodney/Carson, Grodin/Bates, Teyla/Ford/Simpson/OFC, Stackhouse/Biro, Zelenka/Weir.)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: He’s the one who swore they should be careful with Ancient technology.
Dedication: sethoz. Because she kept hinting until I gave in. neth_dugan. Because I’m a feedback whore and Neth fed me throughout Thirty-Six.
Notes: This was supposed to be a short fic. *shakes fist* Anyway - it’s got some humor, lots of sex, and some overused plot devices from SG-1 fandom. Why? Because I wanted to. Oh, yeah, and I haven’t seen The Siege yet. That thing that happens with the guy didn’t happen in my mind. You know what I mean.
Rodney sniffed the air as he lit the incense stick. Kavanagh had found it in one of the storage closets, sitting between two large crates and so far no one had asked why he’d been hiding in his own lab. John had only raised an eyebrow to the man’s statement that he had only been thinking.
Tossing all thoughts of Kavanagh jerking off from his mind, McKay inhaled strongly.
The scent wasn’t overpowering, but it definitely could not be missed. It was sweet yet mellow and Rodney wondered what it could have been used for. Perhaps medicinal? Well, he wouldn’t admit that one since Beckett would demand that he be the one to analyze it.
Besides, what harm could come from ten thousand year old incense?
Rodney sat back in his chair and closed his eyes.
Hands brushed down his sides. A mouth latched onto his and each battled for control.
“Whoa.” Rodney blushed at his thoughts once he’d come out of his daydream. His lab was not the best place for lusting - especially not when Zelenka was sitting on the other end of the work table.
He attempted to work for a few minutes more, but the overwhelming need to finish his fantasy came over him. He stood and sat right back down.
There was no way Rodney McKay was going to walk the halls of Atlantis with a hard-on. No way in hell. There were enough jokes made at his expense already.
Reaching for the first object within reach, he set about taking notes of it’s size and density, measuring it for length and attempting to use his synthetic gene to cause it to do something. He looked up when he heard Radek’s snickering, “What?”
The other scientist’s eyebrow rose, “Practicing?”
“What?” And then Rodney realized he’d been stroking the cylindrical device with one fist. He snarled out something inaudible, causing both men to turn back to their work. They studiously ignored one another.
Neither cared that the thin incense smoke was flowing into the ventilation system. The simple tests Rodney had run after the discovery revealed there were no harmful components, though only one of the twenty ingredients could be identified.
Of course, when all was said and done later, they would come to find that some of the items the Ancients left behind were best placed under a fume hood. Or just not touched at all.
The doors slid open sometime later, “Ah, so this is where the smell is coming from…”
Rodney looked up at John, surprised to see the Major standing with his arms crossed and leaning against the door, “Major.”
“Elizabeth sent me to find the source of that.” He gestured toward the long, thin stick.
“Well, as you can see, it’s here.” Rodney spat back; he licked his lips and forced himself to tear his eyes away from the other man’s large hand. The large hand that would probably feel wonderful wrapped around McKay’s dick.
Rodney groaned, and refused to acknowledge that he was once again sporting an erection. If he ignored it, maybe it would go away.
Only Sheppard was obviously high because he stepped behind his friend and licked the shell of Rodney’s ear. The shudder that ran through McKay was involuntary, “Ungh.” The strangled noise crept out of his throat and he arched back into the toned body.
Feeling the eyes on him, Rodney flicked his gaze to Zelenka. The Czech was staring at them, pupils enlarged. One of Radek’s hands could not be seen behind the table but John was sure he knew where it was.
“I think we’re giving the man a good show.”
Another groan slipped from Rodney’s lips as his head fell back onto John’s shoulder.
Kisses rained down on the scientist’s neck, then there was a soft whisper, “Maybe we should find Zelenka a girlfriend.”
“Or let him keep watching, yes?” The man almost pleaded, desperate. He, too, hadn’t been with anyone of any gender since the expedition’s arrival and Radek sorely missed kissing.
“Or we could ask him to join us.” Rodney’s eyes sparkled; he forced himself away and turned to fully face his best friend. He leaned in, pressing his lips to John’s, and feeling Radek’s chest press up against his back.
A hand moved around to grope hastily at John’s pants and Rodney reached backward to grab Zelenka’s other hand. John managed to get Rodney to release his mouth, pulling Radek’s head closer and kissing over McKay’s shoulder.
Then someone knocked on the door, and the three flew apart.
“What?!” Rodney yelled, pissed that he hadn’t been able to come before something interrupted it.
“Sorry Doc.” Ford shot back, “But Dr. Weir needs you upstairs! There’s a…problem in the gateroom.” He almost wanted to ask why the door was locked, but given that Major Sheppard was likely the one to have done it, the Lieutenant simply stood where he was.
“Fine. I’ll be there in five minutes.” Rodney watched the shadow moved further and further from the door. He looked at the other two men, noticing the gleam in John’s eye, “What?”
The man smirked, “I say we go down and fix Weir’s problem then we meet in the ‘jumper.”
Rodney rolled his eyes. Of course the pilot would want to have sex in the puddle jumper, “Alright.” He strolled toward the door, knowing he’d be followed by John and Radek.
The halls were eerily quiet as they walked, and Rodney wondered where all the personnel were hiding. But wow, the incense had permeated the entire city... Maybe they were hiding out, away from the wisps of smoke or outside getting fresh air.
“Oh... Shit.”
The words slipped from each of their mouths as they entered the gateroom.
Where several people were laying on the floor, Elizabeth slowly stripping down to nothing in the middle of the pile and Teyla happily kissing a visibly aroused Ford. Simpson was sitting on Bates, and John was pretty sure that Stackhouse was sandwiched between Carson and Biro but the man’s face was obscured by the two enthusiastic medical personnel.
The trio stood with their mouths open for several minutes until it grew overwhelming and they could no longer simply watch.
Sliding into the fray, Rodney found himself on his back with his head near the Beckett-Stackhouse-Biro threesome. “Hmm, what do we have here?” The low, accented growl drew his attentions and before he had time to react, Carson was kissing Rodney hard, almost possessively.
John took that moment to pull the dark-grey pants off his scientist. He was only half-aware that Zelenka had latched onto Weir, who wore not one stitch of clothing - Radek was quickly catching up to her state of undress.
Carson slowly began to depart from Biro and Stackhouse; neither seemed to care as the Sergeant’s hand began to slide down the woman’s body.
Between the two men, Rodney’s shirt was removed as well as the boxer briefs, and then turned to each other. They knelt above Rodney and the kiss they shared was tender. Their hands traveled underneath clothes, but the shirts were a hindrance.
There was no way to hold in the groan that escaped Rodney’s lips as they both made a show of removing their clothing. Slender hips swayed from side to side. One small, feminine hand smacked Carson hard on the ass which only seemed to make him more aroused. Another hand shot out from somewhere to rub Sheppard’s cock through the military-issue boxers for a minute before retreating and the Major managed to get out of his underwear.
Finally parted of their clothes, John smirked and pushed Carson down next to Rodney. He laid down, half on top of Rodney and half on top of Carson, then, and with a laugh, wondered what the SGC ever had an orgy in front of the gate.
He was quickly brought out of his thoughts as a groan came from behind him. He looked over his shoulder and whistled. John had seen a lot of porn and he had never seen a body do anything like that before. Ford did have youth and military training on his side, though...
Tired of watching John get distracted, Rodney grabbed the crazy hair and jerked Sheppard’s face down to his own, forcing his tongue between John’s lips.
Carson’s eyes were trained on the two, “I have an idea.”
“Wha?” John pulled back, panting lightly.
“Get on your hands and knees.” The doctor ordered and grinned as John settled on all fours over Rodney, resuming their kiss. He didn’t ask any other questions, didn’t even give a second thought to Carson.
Until he felt hands moving over his ass and parting his cheeks, “Cars…” The word trailed off into an unintelligible string of noises.
Beckett swiped his tongue down the crevice again, getting another round of babble. Someone moaned out and Carson knew he was going to need more than spit soon. There had to be lube somewhere.
He lifted his face away from John’s ass and let his eyes roam over everyone in the room.
Luckily, a small tube was laying benignly near Grodin’s head. Carson greedily snatched it up, popping the cap, and spreading some onto his fingers before whispering to John. He watched Sheppard as he shifted Rodney’s legs and Carson slid his finger inside the scientist in one movement.
Suddenly, Kavanagh appeared on the command deck and after one look at the group, yelled, “IT’S THAT GODDAMN ANCIENT INCENSE!”
If anyone actually cared, they made no indications to the fact. No one even paid attention as the balcony doors opened and the air filtration system began to pour clean air into the room. They all continued on, Rodney begging to be fucked.
Zelenka cried out his climax, Elizabeth nearly silent in her own. The two slowly came back to themselves, immediately noticing their state of undress. They looked at each other, the Czech’s entire body pinking.
The two then realized what was going on around them.
Biro and Stackhouse were cuddled up together, Grodin and Bates were oblivious to those around them as Grodin thrust inside his partner who was hurling insults at Peter. Teyla and Ford rolled around the floor, laughing between kisses, then pulled Simpson into their group. They pulled Anji Morris down after a minute and the foursome turned into an unmoving mass of hands and legs and humping.
Carson was guiding John’s cock into Rodney and it was Elizabeth’s turn to blush, unable to look away from the sight as Beckett bent to lick at John’s ass.
“Fuck!” McKay cried. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around John’s neck, involuntarily clenching his muscles when John thrust over Rodney’s prostate. He thrust down and Carson grinned to himself as his tongue breached John, who pushed back against it.
Deciding she had been naked long enough, Weir forced herself to stop watching her friends and pulled on whatever clothing was within reach. Bates’ trousers and Radek’s shirt were oversized on her but she’d worry about that later. Much later.
Zelenka did the same, rising from the floor once he was dressed, but he allowed himself to watch the trio.
Carson had stretched John and was gently pushing his cock inside the Major, “Oh, sweet lord...” He ground out.
The three men began to move in a careful rhythm, Rodney jerking himself off with both hands.
Grodin stilled, biting down on Bates’ neck when he came. He slid himself from the Sergeant’s body and shimmed down to take the man’s dick in Peter’s mouth. He sucked contentedly before shoving one finger roughly inside his lover and swallowing every drop of Bates’ climax.
The foursome cried out several phrases and obscenities and Ford looked quite content as he collapsed onto Teyla, who was still breathing heavily even as she kissed Simpson. Morris was curling herself around Aiden, lips curved into a large smile.
Finally, Rodney moaned loudly and came, semen spurting onto John’s stomach. Sheppard pounded harder into Rodney and felt Carson lick the back of his neck. Too soon, John’s release was upon him; Beckett followed soon thereafter.
And just like that, the gateroom grew silent. People in varying states of awareness laid on the lukewarm metal floor, several reaching for pants and shirts. Elizabeth and Zelenka dashed up the stairs to Kavanagh, Bates following behind them only in a pair of jungle camouflage trousers.
Carson drifted back to himself and rubbed his temples. His watch chimed, signifying the noon hour. He forced himself onto his feet, locating his own clothes and tugging them on. He looked up toward Weir and the others, gesturing to the door then took off for the infirmary.
He heard Elizabeth scream, “MCKAY!” as he walked from the room and Carson was quite glad that he was escaping to his office. Hopefully, he could rebuild some form of normalcy before the first person came by to be checked out.
Rodney flew past him completely naked with Elizabeth in hot pursuit just as he rounded the corner, the infirmary door in sight.
Then again, nothing normal had happened in Pegasus so far...
ETA: Posted at Wraithbait.com here.