Predatory Smile
Title: Predatory Smile
Author:
dirty_smudge
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Carson Beckett, Ronon Dex
Prompt: 4 - Biting (
50kinkyways) and 3 - quarters (
carsonsmut)
Word Count: 2100
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own
Author's Notes: Part 1 (Longing).
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Click here for the Carsonsmut prompt table
Inhaling deeply, Teyla stretched one leg out in front of her, keeping both legs straight as she slid downwards until her body reached the bed. To keep her body flexible and in its best fighting condition, she always stretched like this before bed, finding that it also relaxed her. Reaching out both arms, she touched her toes and held the pose, looking up as the door slid open and meeting the gaze of Atlantis’s newest resident, Specialist Ronon Dex. Teyla smiled welcomingly as she shifted into a more comfortable position, crossing her legs beneath her and sitting up straight.
“Ronon! How are you settling into the city?” She asked warmly, trying to read his eyes and finding frustration within those deep brown pools, as well as confusion.
“Fine.” The Satedan answered, not moving from his position near the door.
Teyla sensed that this would be a one sided conversation unless she forced Ronon to relax. Shifting over on the bed, she patted the sheets beside her, encouraging him to join her so that he could sit more comfortably.
Smiling as he reluctantly moved to stand beside the bed, hesitating for a second before perching on the end, the Athosian woman met his gaze and held it. “I believe that you did not visit merely to exchange pleasantries.”
“No.” Ronon shook his head slightly. “I have a problem you might be able to help with.”
Tilting her head and frowning slightly, Teyla nodded for him to continue. “If there is anything I can do, I would be glad to be of help.”
“You’ve lived with these people for a while. You understand them better than I do.”
“I have learned of many of their strange ways,” Teyla responded carefully, “But I would not say that I understand them fully.”
Ronon shifted slightly to make himself more comfortable. “How well do you know Dr Beckett?”
“Not as well as I know Colonel Sheppard or Dr McKay, but I consider Carson to be a friend.”
Nodding thoughtfully at this, Ronon considered how to phrase his question. He didn’t want to ask outright if Beckett was interested in men, nor did he want to ask if the doctor was married, in case Teyla guessed his intentions and told Sheppard. From what he’d seen and heard so far in the city of the Ancestors, same sex relationships weren’t normal in the culture of the people who lived there. After waiting so long to find somewhere he could call home, Ronon wasn’t prepared to leave Atlantis so soon after being accepted on the Colonel’s team.
“I haven’t seen many couples in the city,” he said finally, playing it safe in an attempt to gauge how his… preferences… would be received here.
“Many of the people here left their partners behind when they joined this mission.” Teyla explained. “Some, such as Dr McKay, seem to be too busy to form relationships.” She had long since theorised that as these people came from another galaxy where there were no Wraith, they lacked the drive to marry at a young age that was so frequent in this galaxy. This explained why so many among them were unmarried despite being as old as forty, in some cases.
“Are all couples on Earth male-female?” Ronon asked, keeping his voice level and watching Teyla carefully to see how she would react to this question. To his surprise, the Athosian’s smile deepened, comprehension dawning in her eyes.
“Soon after my people took refuge in Atlantis and I became a member of Colonel Sheppard’s team, he asked me if I had a partner among my people,” she told him. “His precise words were ‘do you have a boyfriend… or girlfriend?’”
Placing a hand on Ronon’s arm, she smiled reassuringly. “I do not believe that you will find any opposition here. And if any disapprove of your nature, I can assure you that the colonel and I will stand in your defence, as will many others in this city.”
Touched by Teyla’s sincerity, Ronon brought up his other hand to rest lightly on Teyla’s in a sign of trust and friendship that he had been unable to extend to anyone for a long time. “Thank you,” he said simply, averting his eyes downwards to avoid her gaze.
Sensing that Ronon had further issues that needed resolving, Teyla asked, “Is there anything else you wish to ask?”
Reclaiming his hands, Ronon placed them either side of his body and leaned backwards, placing his weight on his palms. “You said a lot of people here have partners back on Earth,” he said slowly. “What about Dr Beckett?”
“I believe he is, as Colonel Sheppard would say, single.”
“What does that mean?”
Aware that she was teasing the Satedan, Teyla explained the Earth terminology. “It means that he is available.”
“Oh.” The corners of Ronon’s mouth twitched slightly.
“Oh?” Teyla titled her head, trying to determine his reaction to this news.
Giving up control of his face, the ex-runner allowed himself a predatory smile. “Good.”
-----xxXxx-----
Having made no progress with his research since yesterday evening, which he blamed heavily on his mind’s insistence on mentally undressing the ex-runner, Carson decided to give up for the night. Turning off the lights with his mind as he left the lab, thanks to the ATA gene, he headed towards his quarters, anticipating a nice, soft bed where he could get his eight hours of sleep before his shift tomorrow morning.
He had not, however, expected the tanned, muscular, completely naked Satedan lying on his bed, one arm bent so that his head rested on the hand, the other stretched out invitingly across the duvet.
Ronon Dex did not know the meaning of foreplay.
“Doc.” The ex-runner greeted in a low voice, fixing Carson with a hungry look.
“Ronon…” He answered weakly, mouth suddenly dry. He must be hallucinating, because there was no way that the object of his fantasies could be lying naked on his bed, beckoning him over and running a dark, wet tongue over his bottom lip.
“Come here.” Ronon commanded, and Carson’s legs blindly obeyed, leading him towards the bed, where he could smell the scent of arousal. Eyes trailing over the chocolate brown surface of the chest and over the taut stomach, he saw the way that Ronon’s erection stood out invitingly from his body and found himself licking his lips nervously.
Watching from beneath hooded lids, Ronon noticed where the doctor’s attention lay. “Touch it,” he suggested. Seeing that Carson was still hesitant, he sat up and took the doctor’s hand, guiding it towards the head of his cock. “It won’t bite.”
The flesh felt warm and silky under Carson’s hand, and he stroked his fingertips along it, feeling a faint glow of satisfaction as Ronon lay back and moaned heavily. Emboldened by this reaction, Carson wrapped his hand around the thick shaft and began to stroke it slowly, his eyes fixed on Ronon’s face as the ex-runner arched his back, thrusting into his hand, desperate for more contact.
“Do you… is this good?” he asked quietly, bending down to lick the tip of the cock, keeping his eyes on Ronon, and tasting pre-come mixed with sweat.
“Fuck, yes!” was his answer, a breathless gasp in between countless moans that travelled down Carson’s spine straight to his own cock, which was jealous of all the attention Ronon’s was receiving. Climbing onto the bed to rest in between the Satedan’s muscular thighs, Carson leaned forward and took as much of the thick length into his mouth that he could, sucking tentatively, unsure what he was supposed to be doing. Since Ronon was the first man he’d ever found himself attracted to, he hadn’t had any experience with this before, although he had been on the receiving end once or twice.
Grabbing the headboard with both hands, Ronon was using every ounce of control not to thrust into that gorgeous, talented mouth as Carson sucked his way down his cock, taking in as much as he could. He teetered on the brink of control for a brief second, before losing it entirely and shooting his load into Carson’s mouth, shouting so loudly that if the quarters hadn’t been soundproof, the neighbours might think that he was being murdered in here.
Carson reacted quickly when Ronon came without warning, swallowing every drop of come and licking him clean until strong fingers tangled themselves in his hair and tugged gently, luring him upwards where Ronon’s lips were waiting to kiss him senseless.
Ravaging the doctor’s mouth with his own, Ronon pushed his tongue against his lips, seeking entrance as he pulled him tightly against his body, slipping his hands under the uniform to run them over Carson’s back. Moaning softly, the doctor’s lips parted and Ronon thrust his tongue inside, tasting himself and lapping against Carson’s tongue eagerly, wanting more of the bitter taste.
Pulling back for breath, Carson attempted to remove his uniform with shaking hands, fumbling with buttons and zippers until Ronon’s bigger hands covered his own, moving them away before returning to the buttons and undoing them with ease. The doctor threw his jacket and t-shirt aside, then sat up to pull off his trainers without undoing the laces, throwing them across the room. They were soon followed by his socks, trousers and boxers, and a now naked Carson turned back to Ronon, who was watching him in amusement.
“What?” the doctor asked indignantly.
“You’re cute.” Ronon told him, pulling him in close for another kiss. Whatever smart reply Carson was about to make was swallowed by the Satedan’s mouth, and replaced with an impatient moan. The doctors hands were free to roam Ronon’s body, moving over the smooth expanse of his chest, caressing each muscle appreciatively and coming to rest on his shoulders. Erection pressing into Ronon’s stomach, Carson wrapped his legs around the solid torso and broke the kiss for a second time, panting hard. His nose brushed against Ronon’s and he felt the ex-runner’s hot breath on his face, beard tickling his cheek as they both paused for breath.
“Hold still.” Ronon whispered, tilting his head to one side and kissing Carson’s neck, then licking it slowly. Stroking the doctor’s hair with one hand, he held his head still with the other and sank his teeth into Carson’s neck, biting the soft flesh gently, cautiously, to see how the doctor would react. Startled at first, Carson took a deep breath and relaxed, holding still as Ronon had instructed, tilting his head further to give him better access.
The Satedan trailed one hand across Carson’s cheek as he nuzzled his neck, searching for another spot to bite. He picked one close to the doctor’s collarbone and nipped at the skin, leaving a red spot, which he kissed tenderly.
“Wanna mark you,” he whispered. “Then I’m gonna make you come.”
Nodding his consent, Carson felt himself being pushed gently backwards until he was laid out on the bed, Ronon’s body covering him as the ex-runner moved on to his chest, first kissing, then biting, leaving a series of marks scattered across his torso. It hurt a little, but the thrill of being claimed by the man he’d fantasised about far outweighed the pain.
Ronon’s hands were on his hips now, holding him in place while he kissed and nipped Carson’s stomach. Finally drawing back and surveying the marks he had made, the Satedan smiled in satisfaction and brushed his fingers lightly across the tip of Carson’s cock. This sensation was almost enough to push the doctor over the edge. Biting his lip sharply, Carson arched his back as Ronon took him into his mouth, sucking hard and massaging his cock with his skilful tongue. Pushing himself up onto his elbows, Carson looked down at the man who was pleasuring him, so focused on his task of making the doctor come that he didn’t notice he was being watched.
“Oh God, Ronon…” he breathed, falling back onto the bed, every muscle in his body feeling weak. As he came into Ronon’s mouth, he felt throat muscles contract round his cock, swallowing and making him come twice as hard.
After what seemed like years, he was released and Ronon came back up to kiss him, tracing the bite mark on Carson’s neck with one finger.
“Mine now.”
Too tired to argue or even wonder what the hell Ronon was doing in his bed in the first place, Carson let sleep surround him and pull him into its arms. As he drifted off, he vaguely felt Ronon pull the blankets around them both and wrap himself around Carson’s body in a protective embrace.
Author:
dirty_smudge
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Carson Beckett, Ronon Dex
Prompt: 4 - Biting (
50kinkyways) and 3 - quarters (
carsonsmut)
Word Count: 2100
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own
Author's Notes: Part 1 (Longing).
Click here for the 50kinkyways prompt table
Click here for the Carsonsmut prompt table
Inhaling deeply, Teyla stretched one leg out in front of her, keeping both legs straight as she slid downwards until her body reached the bed. To keep her body flexible and in its best fighting condition, she always stretched like this before bed, finding that it also relaxed her. Reaching out both arms, she touched her toes and held the pose, looking up as the door slid open and meeting the gaze of Atlantis’s newest resident, Specialist Ronon Dex. Teyla smiled welcomingly as she shifted into a more comfortable position, crossing her legs beneath her and sitting up straight.
“Ronon! How are you settling into the city?” She asked warmly, trying to read his eyes and finding frustration within those deep brown pools, as well as confusion.
“Fine.” The Satedan answered, not moving from his position near the door.
Teyla sensed that this would be a one sided conversation unless she forced Ronon to relax. Shifting over on the bed, she patted the sheets beside her, encouraging him to join her so that he could sit more comfortably.
Smiling as he reluctantly moved to stand beside the bed, hesitating for a second before perching on the end, the Athosian woman met his gaze and held it. “I believe that you did not visit merely to exchange pleasantries.”
“No.” Ronon shook his head slightly. “I have a problem you might be able to help with.”
Tilting her head and frowning slightly, Teyla nodded for him to continue. “If there is anything I can do, I would be glad to be of help.”
“You’ve lived with these people for a while. You understand them better than I do.”
“I have learned of many of their strange ways,” Teyla responded carefully, “But I would not say that I understand them fully.”
Ronon shifted slightly to make himself more comfortable. “How well do you know Dr Beckett?”
“Not as well as I know Colonel Sheppard or Dr McKay, but I consider Carson to be a friend.”
Nodding thoughtfully at this, Ronon considered how to phrase his question. He didn’t want to ask outright if Beckett was interested in men, nor did he want to ask if the doctor was married, in case Teyla guessed his intentions and told Sheppard. From what he’d seen and heard so far in the city of the Ancestors, same sex relationships weren’t normal in the culture of the people who lived there. After waiting so long to find somewhere he could call home, Ronon wasn’t prepared to leave Atlantis so soon after being accepted on the Colonel’s team.
“I haven’t seen many couples in the city,” he said finally, playing it safe in an attempt to gauge how his… preferences… would be received here.
“Many of the people here left their partners behind when they joined this mission.” Teyla explained. “Some, such as Dr McKay, seem to be too busy to form relationships.” She had long since theorised that as these people came from another galaxy where there were no Wraith, they lacked the drive to marry at a young age that was so frequent in this galaxy. This explained why so many among them were unmarried despite being as old as forty, in some cases.
“Are all couples on Earth male-female?” Ronon asked, keeping his voice level and watching Teyla carefully to see how she would react to this question. To his surprise, the Athosian’s smile deepened, comprehension dawning in her eyes.
“Soon after my people took refuge in Atlantis and I became a member of Colonel Sheppard’s team, he asked me if I had a partner among my people,” she told him. “His precise words were ‘do you have a boyfriend… or girlfriend?’”
Placing a hand on Ronon’s arm, she smiled reassuringly. “I do not believe that you will find any opposition here. And if any disapprove of your nature, I can assure you that the colonel and I will stand in your defence, as will many others in this city.”
Touched by Teyla’s sincerity, Ronon brought up his other hand to rest lightly on Teyla’s in a sign of trust and friendship that he had been unable to extend to anyone for a long time. “Thank you,” he said simply, averting his eyes downwards to avoid her gaze.
Sensing that Ronon had further issues that needed resolving, Teyla asked, “Is there anything else you wish to ask?”
Reclaiming his hands, Ronon placed them either side of his body and leaned backwards, placing his weight on his palms. “You said a lot of people here have partners back on Earth,” he said slowly. “What about Dr Beckett?”
“I believe he is, as Colonel Sheppard would say, single.”
“What does that mean?”
Aware that she was teasing the Satedan, Teyla explained the Earth terminology. “It means that he is available.”
“Oh.” The corners of Ronon’s mouth twitched slightly.
“Oh?” Teyla titled her head, trying to determine his reaction to this news.
Giving up control of his face, the ex-runner allowed himself a predatory smile. “Good.”
-----xxXxx-----
Having made no progress with his research since yesterday evening, which he blamed heavily on his mind’s insistence on mentally undressing the ex-runner, Carson decided to give up for the night. Turning off the lights with his mind as he left the lab, thanks to the ATA gene, he headed towards his quarters, anticipating a nice, soft bed where he could get his eight hours of sleep before his shift tomorrow morning.
He had not, however, expected the tanned, muscular, completely naked Satedan lying on his bed, one arm bent so that his head rested on the hand, the other stretched out invitingly across the duvet.
Ronon Dex did not know the meaning of foreplay.
“Doc.” The ex-runner greeted in a low voice, fixing Carson with a hungry look.
“Ronon…” He answered weakly, mouth suddenly dry. He must be hallucinating, because there was no way that the object of his fantasies could be lying naked on his bed, beckoning him over and running a dark, wet tongue over his bottom lip.
“Come here.” Ronon commanded, and Carson’s legs blindly obeyed, leading him towards the bed, where he could smell the scent of arousal. Eyes trailing over the chocolate brown surface of the chest and over the taut stomach, he saw the way that Ronon’s erection stood out invitingly from his body and found himself licking his lips nervously.
Watching from beneath hooded lids, Ronon noticed where the doctor’s attention lay. “Touch it,” he suggested. Seeing that Carson was still hesitant, he sat up and took the doctor’s hand, guiding it towards the head of his cock. “It won’t bite.”
The flesh felt warm and silky under Carson’s hand, and he stroked his fingertips along it, feeling a faint glow of satisfaction as Ronon lay back and moaned heavily. Emboldened by this reaction, Carson wrapped his hand around the thick shaft and began to stroke it slowly, his eyes fixed on Ronon’s face as the ex-runner arched his back, thrusting into his hand, desperate for more contact.
“Do you… is this good?” he asked quietly, bending down to lick the tip of the cock, keeping his eyes on Ronon, and tasting pre-come mixed with sweat.
“Fuck, yes!” was his answer, a breathless gasp in between countless moans that travelled down Carson’s spine straight to his own cock, which was jealous of all the attention Ronon’s was receiving. Climbing onto the bed to rest in between the Satedan’s muscular thighs, Carson leaned forward and took as much of the thick length into his mouth that he could, sucking tentatively, unsure what he was supposed to be doing. Since Ronon was the first man he’d ever found himself attracted to, he hadn’t had any experience with this before, although he had been on the receiving end once or twice.
Grabbing the headboard with both hands, Ronon was using every ounce of control not to thrust into that gorgeous, talented mouth as Carson sucked his way down his cock, taking in as much as he could. He teetered on the brink of control for a brief second, before losing it entirely and shooting his load into Carson’s mouth, shouting so loudly that if the quarters hadn’t been soundproof, the neighbours might think that he was being murdered in here.
Carson reacted quickly when Ronon came without warning, swallowing every drop of come and licking him clean until strong fingers tangled themselves in his hair and tugged gently, luring him upwards where Ronon’s lips were waiting to kiss him senseless.
Ravaging the doctor’s mouth with his own, Ronon pushed his tongue against his lips, seeking entrance as he pulled him tightly against his body, slipping his hands under the uniform to run them over Carson’s back. Moaning softly, the doctor’s lips parted and Ronon thrust his tongue inside, tasting himself and lapping against Carson’s tongue eagerly, wanting more of the bitter taste.
Pulling back for breath, Carson attempted to remove his uniform with shaking hands, fumbling with buttons and zippers until Ronon’s bigger hands covered his own, moving them away before returning to the buttons and undoing them with ease. The doctor threw his jacket and t-shirt aside, then sat up to pull off his trainers without undoing the laces, throwing them across the room. They were soon followed by his socks, trousers and boxers, and a now naked Carson turned back to Ronon, who was watching him in amusement.
“What?” the doctor asked indignantly.
“You’re cute.” Ronon told him, pulling him in close for another kiss. Whatever smart reply Carson was about to make was swallowed by the Satedan’s mouth, and replaced with an impatient moan. The doctors hands were free to roam Ronon’s body, moving over the smooth expanse of his chest, caressing each muscle appreciatively and coming to rest on his shoulders. Erection pressing into Ronon’s stomach, Carson wrapped his legs around the solid torso and broke the kiss for a second time, panting hard. His nose brushed against Ronon’s and he felt the ex-runner’s hot breath on his face, beard tickling his cheek as they both paused for breath.
“Hold still.” Ronon whispered, tilting his head to one side and kissing Carson’s neck, then licking it slowly. Stroking the doctor’s hair with one hand, he held his head still with the other and sank his teeth into Carson’s neck, biting the soft flesh gently, cautiously, to see how the doctor would react. Startled at first, Carson took a deep breath and relaxed, holding still as Ronon had instructed, tilting his head further to give him better access.
The Satedan trailed one hand across Carson’s cheek as he nuzzled his neck, searching for another spot to bite. He picked one close to the doctor’s collarbone and nipped at the skin, leaving a red spot, which he kissed tenderly.
“Wanna mark you,” he whispered. “Then I’m gonna make you come.”
Nodding his consent, Carson felt himself being pushed gently backwards until he was laid out on the bed, Ronon’s body covering him as the ex-runner moved on to his chest, first kissing, then biting, leaving a series of marks scattered across his torso. It hurt a little, but the thrill of being claimed by the man he’d fantasised about far outweighed the pain.
Ronon’s hands were on his hips now, holding him in place while he kissed and nipped Carson’s stomach. Finally drawing back and surveying the marks he had made, the Satedan smiled in satisfaction and brushed his fingers lightly across the tip of Carson’s cock. This sensation was almost enough to push the doctor over the edge. Biting his lip sharply, Carson arched his back as Ronon took him into his mouth, sucking hard and massaging his cock with his skilful tongue. Pushing himself up onto his elbows, Carson looked down at the man who was pleasuring him, so focused on his task of making the doctor come that he didn’t notice he was being watched.
“Oh God, Ronon…” he breathed, falling back onto the bed, every muscle in his body feeling weak. As he came into Ronon’s mouth, he felt throat muscles contract round his cock, swallowing and making him come twice as hard.
After what seemed like years, he was released and Ronon came back up to kiss him, tracing the bite mark on Carson’s neck with one finger.
“Mine now.”
Too tired to argue or even wonder what the hell Ronon was doing in his bed in the first place, Carson let sleep surround him and pull him into its arms. As he drifted off, he vaguely felt Ronon pull the blankets around them both and wrap himself around Carson’s body in a protective embrace.