SGA Fic: Good Night, Moon
Title: Good Night, Moon
Author: Kajikia
Summary: It feels, as it always does, like this is the last thing they will ever do. This is not how the Season 4 cliffhanger is going to go. PWP.
Pairing: McKay/Carter/Zelenka
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: general season 4
Length: ~900 words
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When it's done, this impossibly complex edifice of code, born of brilliance and desperation, they send it out into the ether. Then there is nothing left to do but wait and see if they have been brilliant enough, desperate enough. It feels, as it always does, like letting go of a tether, like free-fall.
Rodney puts his hand, warm and broad and heavy like an anchor, on the back of Radek's neck, squeezes gently with a little shake, consolation and congratulation. Radek feels it in the pit of his stomach, like closing a circuit.
He turns towards Rodney, who pulls him in, hands fumbling for skin and zippers, breath harsh in the empty lab. They have done this before, never in the adrenaline-rush of disaster or the exhilaration of survival, but always in this moment of waiting, in between the end and the beginning.
It feels, as it always does, like this is the last thing they will ever do.
But he has forgotten that this time, the commander of Atlantis is not in her office but in the labs. He remembers when he hears the sharp hiss of Colonel Carter's breath from the door. He doesn't pull away from Rodney; if they cared about such social niceties, they would not be doing this at all.
He startles a little, though, when he feels her body suddenly pressed against his back, small and slim and strong, as she leans forward and up to kiss Rodney's mouth. Rodney's hands go still against his skin, but he doesn't pull away.
Just make out already, Sheppard had said, and Radek had wanted to laugh and say, We don't do that.
She has put in the same time and effort as they have on this last-ditch defense, breaking into their half-wordless conversations to pull them in new directions. She was right about the self-mutating sub-routine, so when she pulls back and Rodney's gaze drops to his, Radek kisses him.
Rodney's mouth tastes like Radek's own, coppery from burned-out adrenaline and bitter from the artificial stimulants they are running on. But his mouth is warm, too, and clever, and oddly comforting.
Carter slides her hands around his waist, brushing past Rodney's, reaching into his unzipped pants. She bites the back of his neck when she palms his cock and he gasps into Rodney's mouth. Then Rodney's hands are moving, too, tangling with Carter's, and he can feel the familiar spark of competition between them in their motions.
He has his own hand wrapped around Rodney's cock but he can't keep a steady rhythm. He breaks the kiss to breathe. Their hands are rough and dry and it is perfect, perfect. One blunt finger presses just behind his balls, and Carter twists her palm just so over the head of his cock and he is shaking and coming apart in their arms. He knows they are watching each other over his shoulder, but when he spills over their hands, Rodney is kissing him.
They hold him until he steadies, then Carter turns him around and kisses him, sharp and fierce with her hands on either side of his face. Rodney is at his back now, and when he nudges Radek forward with the press of his body, Radek understands immediately.
Radek undoes Carter's belt and pants, pushes the fabric down over her hips, chivies her back and up onto a stool without pulling his mouth away, but it is Rodney who goes to his knees in front of her. Radek cups one breast with his hand and bends down, catching her nipple between his teeth, careful and delicate, through the fabric of her shirt and bra. She arches her back into the press of his mouth and threads her fingers through his hair for a moment, then pushes gently down on his shoulder. He understands that, too.
He kneels down in the vee of her outspread legs, curling himself around Rodney. He can keep the rhythm this time, when he starts stroking Rodney's cock, hard and fast and steady, his forehead resting against Rodney's shoulder. He can feel the little movements as Rodney fingers her, hear the slick sound of Rodney's mouth against her wetness. Carter is breathing in little ragged bursts. She comes with a sharp, wordless cry, and Radek looks up to see the perfect catenary curve of her back in that moment.
She slides gracelessly off the stool to kneel in front of Rodney and kiss his shining mouth. Radek shifts his body slightly and pushes one spit-slick finger inside Rodney. Rodney curses against Carter's lips and pushes back onto Radek's finger. The angle is not the best and it takes him a few strokes to find the spot he is looking for, but when he presses down and kisses the skin beneath Rodney's jaw, Rodney comes, perfectly silent. He turns his head after a moment and kisses Radek, and Radek can still taste Carter's body on his tongue. Carter leans forward and kisses Radek's neck, right over the spot where she had bitten him, and Radek shivers against both of them as their breathing quiets.
Rodney checks his watch.
"Seven minutes until we know if it worked," he says.
They sit like that on the lab floor, arms wrapped around each other as much for warmth and support as for affection, and wait it out, the last seven minutes between the end and the beginning.
Author: Kajikia
Summary: It feels, as it always does, like this is the last thing they will ever do. This is not how the Season 4 cliffhanger is going to go. PWP.
Pairing: McKay/Carter/Zelenka
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: general season 4
Length: ~900 words
My pimping hat. Let me show you it: Here for threesome-y goodness? Why not check out 3_ships, the multi-fandom fic exchange dedicated to threesomes. (Wooo!) For more information, see the rules/FAQs. Sign-ups are open until November 15, 2007 closed now, but keep an eye on the community. Threesome-y goodness goes live on Epiphany, January 6, 2008.
When it's done, this impossibly complex edifice of code, born of brilliance and desperation, they send it out into the ether. Then there is nothing left to do but wait and see if they have been brilliant enough, desperate enough. It feels, as it always does, like letting go of a tether, like free-fall.
Rodney puts his hand, warm and broad and heavy like an anchor, on the back of Radek's neck, squeezes gently with a little shake, consolation and congratulation. Radek feels it in the pit of his stomach, like closing a circuit.
He turns towards Rodney, who pulls him in, hands fumbling for skin and zippers, breath harsh in the empty lab. They have done this before, never in the adrenaline-rush of disaster or the exhilaration of survival, but always in this moment of waiting, in between the end and the beginning.
It feels, as it always does, like this is the last thing they will ever do.
But he has forgotten that this time, the commander of Atlantis is not in her office but in the labs. He remembers when he hears the sharp hiss of Colonel Carter's breath from the door. He doesn't pull away from Rodney; if they cared about such social niceties, they would not be doing this at all.
He startles a little, though, when he feels her body suddenly pressed against his back, small and slim and strong, as she leans forward and up to kiss Rodney's mouth. Rodney's hands go still against his skin, but he doesn't pull away.
Just make out already, Sheppard had said, and Radek had wanted to laugh and say, We don't do that.
She has put in the same time and effort as they have on this last-ditch defense, breaking into their half-wordless conversations to pull them in new directions. She was right about the self-mutating sub-routine, so when she pulls back and Rodney's gaze drops to his, Radek kisses him.
Rodney's mouth tastes like Radek's own, coppery from burned-out adrenaline and bitter from the artificial stimulants they are running on. But his mouth is warm, too, and clever, and oddly comforting.
Carter slides her hands around his waist, brushing past Rodney's, reaching into his unzipped pants. She bites the back of his neck when she palms his cock and he gasps into Rodney's mouth. Then Rodney's hands are moving, too, tangling with Carter's, and he can feel the familiar spark of competition between them in their motions.
He has his own hand wrapped around Rodney's cock but he can't keep a steady rhythm. He breaks the kiss to breathe. Their hands are rough and dry and it is perfect, perfect. One blunt finger presses just behind his balls, and Carter twists her palm just so over the head of his cock and he is shaking and coming apart in their arms. He knows they are watching each other over his shoulder, but when he spills over their hands, Rodney is kissing him.
They hold him until he steadies, then Carter turns him around and kisses him, sharp and fierce with her hands on either side of his face. Rodney is at his back now, and when he nudges Radek forward with the press of his body, Radek understands immediately.
Radek undoes Carter's belt and pants, pushes the fabric down over her hips, chivies her back and up onto a stool without pulling his mouth away, but it is Rodney who goes to his knees in front of her. Radek cups one breast with his hand and bends down, catching her nipple between his teeth, careful and delicate, through the fabric of her shirt and bra. She arches her back into the press of his mouth and threads her fingers through his hair for a moment, then pushes gently down on his shoulder. He understands that, too.
He kneels down in the vee of her outspread legs, curling himself around Rodney. He can keep the rhythm this time, when he starts stroking Rodney's cock, hard and fast and steady, his forehead resting against Rodney's shoulder. He can feel the little movements as Rodney fingers her, hear the slick sound of Rodney's mouth against her wetness. Carter is breathing in little ragged bursts. She comes with a sharp, wordless cry, and Radek looks up to see the perfect catenary curve of her back in that moment.
She slides gracelessly off the stool to kneel in front of Rodney and kiss his shining mouth. Radek shifts his body slightly and pushes one spit-slick finger inside Rodney. Rodney curses against Carter's lips and pushes back onto Radek's finger. The angle is not the best and it takes him a few strokes to find the spot he is looking for, but when he presses down and kisses the skin beneath Rodney's jaw, Rodney comes, perfectly silent. He turns his head after a moment and kisses Radek, and Radek can still taste Carter's body on his tongue. Carter leans forward and kisses Radek's neck, right over the spot where she had bitten him, and Radek shivers against both of them as their breathing quiets.
Rodney checks his watch.
"Seven minutes until we know if it worked," he says.
They sit like that on the lab floor, arms wrapped around each other as much for warmth and support as for affection, and wait it out, the last seven minutes between the end and the beginning.