Fic: Unexpected, NC-17
Title: Unexpected (for sg_flyboys)
Author: omglawdork
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3500ish
Warning:language, sexual situations
Recipient:saeva
Prompt: threesome with Teyla
Author's Notes: Mewchas gracias to raisintorte and smittywing for the handholding, brainstorming, and general commisserating, and, as always, to my best beta and fandom OTP, wojelah. saeva, I know this is so, so late, and I am so, so sorry - I hope it's what you were looking for. :)
Unexpected
John sat next to Rodney’s infirmary bed, holding a rapidly melting icepack over his thigh. God, he was getting way too old for this. The morning’s off-world mission started out just fine; an agrarian society that Teyla had heard good things about. Unfortunately, they’d had a culling not two weeks before, and it had made them a bit…skittish. John's team, of course, only discovered this after the rocks started flying at their heads. It sounded ridiculous, four people with automatic weapons being chased down by people slinging rocks, but ridiculous or not, John now had a nasty bruise blooming on his leg, Teyla and Cam had barely missed being crushed by a boulder - apparently these people had catapults - and Rodney was in the infirmary with an impressive knot on his head and a concussion. John wished, for the thousandth time that month, that Ronon had been on the mission. After Rodney was knocked out by a direct hit from some kind of slingshot thing, Mitchell had to give cover fire while John hauled Rodney up in a fireman’s carry and ran through the gate.
Since Cam Mitchell was on Atlantis for four weeks while Daniel researched something in the Ancient database - John had no idea what, and that was fine by him - Ronon had left to find some of the other Satedans that had survived the attack on their planet. The team made a point to pick up leads whenever they could, and with Mitchell available to fill the fourth spot, Ronon could finally take some time to follow up on them.
John shifted, trying to get comfortable. If he was honest with himself, it wasn’t just the bruise that was making him antsy. For all that Rodney complained about getting hurt on missions, he very rarely got truly injured, and it was kind of freaking John out, seeing Rodney so quiet and pale on the infirmary bed. Obviously he was going to be fine - John had gotten worse concussions before; it pretty much meant a wicked headache and no off-world missions for a couple of weeks. But what happened when it was something more than just villagers hurling rocks? He was still dwelling on that particular nightmare scenario when Katie Brown came in half an hour later. Seizing the opportunity to go, John stood, gave Rodney’s foot what he hoped was a supportive pat, and asked the nurse to update him if anything changed.
As John walked - slowly - back to his quarters, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. His mind replayed every time one of the team had been injured or in danger - Teyla watching an iratus bug crawl up her chest; Ronon being beaten to death by a Wraith; Ford's guys dragging Rodney away as John watched helplessly from the reconstructed dart. John knew it was mostly luck that kept them all alive; someday it had to run out. It had almost run out for Elizabeth. It had run out for Carson, despite John’s best efforts.
John opened the door to his quarters and lay down on his bed, but immediately sat back up - he was way too restless to sleep. The ibuprofen was starting to kick in, and the bruise didn’t hurt nearly as much as it had before, but it was starting to purple up quite nicely. He looked around his room for something to distract him. If Ronon were here, they’d hang out and watch a movie or something. He and Rodney normally hit the computer lab and played the Game if one of them was on edge after a mission, but obviously Rodney wasn’t available. Teyla might be nice; she’d know what to say. Then again, he wasn’t sure he really wanted to talk about his feelings right now - mostly, he wanted to punch the wall, but that wasn’t going to do any good. A couple of beers and hanging out would be a close second. Mitchell. He could go see Mitchell. That was a man who appreciated a good action movie and a couple of beers. John went to stand up and suddenly remembered what had happened the last time he had a few beers with Cam Mitchell while he was feeling restless and a little guilty.
John met Cam Mitchell during the six weeks when they thought they’d lost Atlantis forever. After his team came back through the ‘gate from their tenth botched mission, Cam had taken one look at John and dragged him off to some dive out in Manitou Springs. After two tequila shots and three beers, John started talking about all the things he didn’t even let himself think about anymore - Teyla and Ronon, the city herself, the galaxy they had left behind. Four beers later, John found himself pressed up against the wall of the alley behind the bar. He couldn’t remember who started it, but it had ended with Cam’s breath hot in John’s ear and his hand wrapped around John almost too-tight, pulling wet gasps from him with every stroke. Even with the booze, it hadn’t taken long for John to go right over the edge, pushing his face into the shoulder of Cam's leather jacket to muffle his shout.
Yeah, he probably didn’t need to go drink beer with Cam Mitchell tonight.
He'd just go see Teyla, and look blank if she tried to talk about feelings. At least he wouldn’t have to sit here and imagine all the ways he could fuck up and lose his people. He stood and grabbed a couple of jugs of the Athosian beer. After all, his mom always said it was rude to go visiting without a hostess gift.
Unfortunately, Cam’s temporary quarters were on the way to Teyla’s, which is how John found himself knocking on Cam’s door. “Hey, Mitchell, you up?” Just a couple of beers. No big deal.
“Yeah, hold on.” John heard Cam banging around. “Just a second.”
Smirking, John had just opened his mouth to respond, when he heard a woman’s voice. “Cameron, who is it?”
Teyla.
When Cam opened the door a second later, John was still frozen in place. There was no doubt as to what Cam and Teyla were doing - Cam’s mouth was red and a little swollen, and his shirt was on inside out. John should know that look, he thought somewhat wildly; he’d given Cam that look before.
“Hey, Shep, what’s - hey, are you okay, man?” Apparently John hadn’t hidden his shock as much as he might have hoped. better?
John couldn’t help it - he looked over Cam’s shoulder to see Teyla wrapped in a robe, standing in the middle of the room. “John.” Teyla stepped forward.
John snapped his eyes to a point somewhere on the doorframe. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll just talk to you tomorrow, nothing important.” His mind was screaming for him to run, run, run down the hall, and not stop until he was safe in his own quarters again. Instead, he turned on his heels and walked back the way he'd come, ignoring the calls of “Sheppard, hold on a minute - “ and “John, wait!” coming from behind him. He knew they wouldn’t follow him.
Back in his quarters, he dropped the jugs of ale by the door and flopped down on his bed, one arm over his eyes. “Cam and Teyla, huh?” he asked the empty room. God, his room really was empty, for once. Usually, he wasn’t even in it; he was out getting his ass kicked in the gym by Teyla or kicking some hapless scientist's ass at chess. When John was there, he always had Ronon in there eating his popcorn and grunting oddly personal questions or Rodney going on a mile a minute about something, words and hands flying everywhere. But right now, Rodney was in the damn infirmary, and with Katie; Ronon was with his people; and Teyla...was with Cam. Abruptly annoyed with both himself and the quiet, he’d gotten up to turn on the stereo when his door chimed.
John seriously debated not answering. He did not want to have this conversation. At best, it would be awkward; at worst, a total nightmare - Teyla could decide to go back to Earth with Cam. He was reminding himself that Teyla's people were here, and even if she wouldn't stay for John - the team - she would stay for them, when the door chimed again. Jesus Christ, could he be acting more like a girl? He palmed the door open, stomach churning, and tried very hard not to look defensive. Judging from Teyla's sympathetic expression, he completely failed.
"John," Teyla began. John waved her off and glanced at Cam, probably letting his look linger too long. His shirt was right-side-out now, but his hair was still a disaster, and John tore his eyes away before he could look too hard at Cam's lips, to see if they were still as wet and red as they'd been ten minutes ago - or all those months ago.
"It's fine. It's none of my business, and we really don't have to talk about it." John was not entirely sure he could get through a whole conversation about Cam and Teyla without storming out, which was a feeling he didn't want to examine too closely. Teyla and Cam exchanged a glance and John felt his jaw clench. Cam must have noticed, because he gave John a pointed but indecipherable look and drifted over to John's collection of golf clubs and carveboards, out of John's line of sight.
When Teyla came to stand right in front of John, squarely in his personal space, it took all of his willpower not to back away. He couldn't do this, not right now, when he already felt like he was on the wrong side of crazy tonight. He just wanted to run and run until he forgot about the whole thing, sweat out the memory if he had to.
Instead, Teyla put her hands on his shoulders and inclined her head. John felt himself stiffen, but wasn't prepared to be rude - yet - to get them to leave. He leaned down, and when their foreheads met, he instinctively relaxed, just a fraction, the gesture reminding him that this was Teyla. After a few moments, Teyla pulled her head back to look John in the eye, but she didn't step away.
"I would like to apologize. I should have told you what was transpiring between myself and Cameron, especially in light of your ... previous involvement." John almost broke his neck wrenching around to look at Cam. Dammit, he could not just tell people about -
"Sheppard, I swear to you, I did not tell her." John would have called him a liar, except Cam looked like he'd just swallowed a goldfish. Well, at least he wasn't the only one getting caught off-guard tonight.
Teyla gently pulled him back around to face her. "It was not hard for me to discern, knowing you both as I do," she smiled.
"Actually, she tortured it out of me. She's wicked with those sticks." John could hear the grin in Cam's voice as he walked up behind John, and found that he could almost breathe again, with Cam's voice in his ear and Teyla's calming hands on his shoulders.
"John." There was a stronger note in Teyla's voice now, and she slipped one hand to his neck to pull their foreheads together again. John closed his eyes and breathed in the leather-incense-soap smell that was Teyla. "John, I believe that you are often lonely, and I understand." John felt the urge to run again, and Teyla must have sensed it, because her warm hand on his neck pressed reassuringly into his tightly wound muscles before she continued. "I want you to know that you do not have to be alone."
John huffed out a mirthless laugh as he prayed for the floor to swallow him, for a Wraith dart to come snatch him up, for anything but more of this embarrassing and ultimately useless pep talk. He'd been alone since Antarctica, since way before that, and -
He almost jumped as he felt Cam's hands settle beside Teyla's on his shoulders. "John," Teyla whispered, so close he could feel her breath against his lips, "you are not alone."
For a brief moment, John stood rooted to the spot, just breathing Teyla in, feeling the steady heat of Cam behind him, and trying to process exactly what was going on. He wanted to bolt; he wanted to laugh; horrifyingly enough, he thought part of him might want to cry. Before he could do any of that, he found himself burying his hands in Teyla's hair and covering her mouth with his. It was nothing like when the damn bug had been making him lose his mind - this was a whole different kind of crazy, with Teyla's mouth opening sweet and welcoming under his, and Cam's hands slipping down to slide around and over his stomach, calloused and burning hot.
John felt like he was trapped in limbo, caught between Teyla's gentle hands on his face, thumbs softly stroking his cheekbones, and Cam's strong body pressing into him, rough hands gripping his shoulders, his waist, his hips. John pulled his mouth from Teyla's only when Cam yanked John's t-shirt up over his head. Running his hands up John's arms, Cam took John's hands and placed them on the strip of skin exposed at Teyla's waist. "It's okay," he whispered, his breath humid against John's jackhammering pulse. John looked at Teyla, and she nodded, her eyes wide, already breathing hard. He felt Cam stripping off his own t-shirt, his solid chest settling against John again, his hands reaching around to rest on Teyla's hips. John slipped his hands under Teyla's top, thumbs skimming the underside of her breasts, fingers curving around her ribcage. He kept pushing the woven fabric up and over her head, dropping it beside them. Brushing a few stray hairs from her flushed face, he watched her smile as she looked at him, then over his shoulder at Cam. He could feel Cam's smile pressing into his shoulder, and couldn't help but answer with one of his own. Stretching up to kiss him softly, Teyla pulled John's hands down to the waistband of her pants. Working at the knot there, John gasped when he felt Cam's hands reach around to his own fly, and turned his head blindly toward where he hoped Cam's mouth was. He wasn't disappointed; Cam's mouth was instantly on his, as hot and demanding as John had remembered. Just when John thought he couldn't possibly get any harder, Cam yanked John's BDUs open and pushed his hands down into John's boxers, pressing him back into Cam's own erection. John groaned and finally, finally managed to work out the knot on Teyla's pants, shoving them and her underwear down over her hips.
Teyla tugged gently on John's hands, and he broke away from Cam's mouth just in time to see her lower herself onto his bed. "Oh, wow," he heard himself say, Cam's sudden clutch at his hips a silent agreement. John disengaged from Cam's grasp and headed for Teyla, stepping out of his BDUs as he moved, unable to take his eyes off of her. God, she looked - "beautiful," he murmured as he lowered himself over her, grazing his lips over her collarbone. He heard Cam rustling behind him, and looked up just long enough to see a condom set down on his nightstand before returning his attention to the smooth skin beneath him. Leaning over, John teased one nipple with his tongue, smiling when Teyla moaned in response, clutching her hands in his hair. Taking the whole nipple into his mouth, he reached down between them to feel her, wet against his fingers a s they stroked and pressed into her. Completely mesmerized by the way she writhed beneath him, John almost didn't notice the mattress beside them dip under Cam's weight until a hand was running up the inside of his thigh, up, all the way up until Cam's fingertips were brushing against his balls, making John gasp against Teyla's breast.
He didn't have time to worry about it too much, because Teyla was pulling his head up, whispering "John, please," against his lips and handing him the condom from the nightstand. Trying not to notice how his hands shook slightly, he kneeled and rolled the condom on. The practical motion brought him back from the edge, but not by much, with Cam's mouth on the side of his neck the whole time, Cam's hand pressing long hard strokes from the bottom curve of John's ass to the nape of his neck and back again, over and over. Turning to face Cam, John took a good, long look - the alley hadn't afforded them the luxury of just looking. John leaned in to kiss him, hard and fast. Then, turning back, he lowered himself again onto Teyla, into Teyla, pushing into her tight, slick heat as she canted her hips up to meet him halfway. Burying his face in her neck, John began to move in and out slowly, trying not to lose it in the first minute like some kid; he was so close already. Lifting his head, John looked at Teyla smiling up at him, the hair at her temples soaked with sweat, one of Cam's hands smoothing over her forehead and the other rubbing the nape of John's neck. John realized that at this moment, he had to be the luckiest man in two galaxies.
As he leaned down to kiss Teyla, John felt Cam's hand leave his neck and stroke down his back and over his ass as the mattress dipped on either side of John's legs. Moaning into Teyla's mouth, John felt like he was coming apart, spinning between thrill and panic. He wasn't ready, he'd never done that, but he wanted Cam closer, needed him to be part of what was happening here, wanted to feel Cam's whole body against his. When Cam pushed his legs together, he paused, suddenly unsure. Then he felt Cam push his leaking erection into the tight, sweat-slick space between John's legs, heard Cam groan in his ear, and it took all of his willpower not to come right then. Oh, Jesus, that was unbelievable - Cam' brushing against his balls with every stroke, pushing him down into Teyla, and he heard himself moan as he reached under Teyla's shoulderblades, pulling her as close as he could. He felt like he was melting, between Cam above him, pressing him down, and Teyla below him, pushing up against him with her strong, capable body. John knew he couldn't last like this - it was too good, too right, too much - and the second he heard Teyla cry out and clench around him, he followed her right over, his own orgasm exploding white behind his eyelids. He vaguely heard Cam shout behind him and felt warmth spurting between his legs before Cam collapsed on them both. They lay like that for a moment before Cam rolled off, pulling John over with him.
John shivered when Cam reached around and gently rolled the condom off. "Okay?" Cam asked quietly, running his hand up to rest in the center of John's chest. John nodded, covering Cam's hand with one of his own, and reaching out to Teyla with the other. Stretching luxuriously, she turned to face them, and John stroked her cheek, hoping his touch would say you were right and thank you, because he didn't think he could. When she turned and kissed his palm before pulling his arm around her and curling into him, he knew she understood. Lying in his tiny bed, bracketed between Cam and Teyla, John closed his eyes and was able to rest.
Author: omglawdork
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3500ish
Warning:language, sexual situations
Recipient:saeva
Prompt: threesome with Teyla
Author's Notes: Mewchas gracias to raisintorte and smittywing for the handholding, brainstorming, and general commisserating, and, as always, to my best beta and fandom OTP, wojelah. saeva, I know this is so, so late, and I am so, so sorry - I hope it's what you were looking for. :)
Unexpected
John sat next to Rodney’s infirmary bed, holding a rapidly melting icepack over his thigh. God, he was getting way too old for this. The morning’s off-world mission started out just fine; an agrarian society that Teyla had heard good things about. Unfortunately, they’d had a culling not two weeks before, and it had made them a bit…skittish. John's team, of course, only discovered this after the rocks started flying at their heads. It sounded ridiculous, four people with automatic weapons being chased down by people slinging rocks, but ridiculous or not, John now had a nasty bruise blooming on his leg, Teyla and Cam had barely missed being crushed by a boulder - apparently these people had catapults - and Rodney was in the infirmary with an impressive knot on his head and a concussion. John wished, for the thousandth time that month, that Ronon had been on the mission. After Rodney was knocked out by a direct hit from some kind of slingshot thing, Mitchell had to give cover fire while John hauled Rodney up in a fireman’s carry and ran through the gate.
Since Cam Mitchell was on Atlantis for four weeks while Daniel researched something in the Ancient database - John had no idea what, and that was fine by him - Ronon had left to find some of the other Satedans that had survived the attack on their planet. The team made a point to pick up leads whenever they could, and with Mitchell available to fill the fourth spot, Ronon could finally take some time to follow up on them.
John shifted, trying to get comfortable. If he was honest with himself, it wasn’t just the bruise that was making him antsy. For all that Rodney complained about getting hurt on missions, he very rarely got truly injured, and it was kind of freaking John out, seeing Rodney so quiet and pale on the infirmary bed. Obviously he was going to be fine - John had gotten worse concussions before; it pretty much meant a wicked headache and no off-world missions for a couple of weeks. But what happened when it was something more than just villagers hurling rocks? He was still dwelling on that particular nightmare scenario when Katie Brown came in half an hour later. Seizing the opportunity to go, John stood, gave Rodney’s foot what he hoped was a supportive pat, and asked the nurse to update him if anything changed.
As John walked - slowly - back to his quarters, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. His mind replayed every time one of the team had been injured or in danger - Teyla watching an iratus bug crawl up her chest; Ronon being beaten to death by a Wraith; Ford's guys dragging Rodney away as John watched helplessly from the reconstructed dart. John knew it was mostly luck that kept them all alive; someday it had to run out. It had almost run out for Elizabeth. It had run out for Carson, despite John’s best efforts.
John opened the door to his quarters and lay down on his bed, but immediately sat back up - he was way too restless to sleep. The ibuprofen was starting to kick in, and the bruise didn’t hurt nearly as much as it had before, but it was starting to purple up quite nicely. He looked around his room for something to distract him. If Ronon were here, they’d hang out and watch a movie or something. He and Rodney normally hit the computer lab and played the Game if one of them was on edge after a mission, but obviously Rodney wasn’t available. Teyla might be nice; she’d know what to say. Then again, he wasn’t sure he really wanted to talk about his feelings right now - mostly, he wanted to punch the wall, but that wasn’t going to do any good. A couple of beers and hanging out would be a close second. Mitchell. He could go see Mitchell. That was a man who appreciated a good action movie and a couple of beers. John went to stand up and suddenly remembered what had happened the last time he had a few beers with Cam Mitchell while he was feeling restless and a little guilty.
John met Cam Mitchell during the six weeks when they thought they’d lost Atlantis forever. After his team came back through the ‘gate from their tenth botched mission, Cam had taken one look at John and dragged him off to some dive out in Manitou Springs. After two tequila shots and three beers, John started talking about all the things he didn’t even let himself think about anymore - Teyla and Ronon, the city herself, the galaxy they had left behind. Four beers later, John found himself pressed up against the wall of the alley behind the bar. He couldn’t remember who started it, but it had ended with Cam’s breath hot in John’s ear and his hand wrapped around John almost too-tight, pulling wet gasps from him with every stroke. Even with the booze, it hadn’t taken long for John to go right over the edge, pushing his face into the shoulder of Cam's leather jacket to muffle his shout.
Yeah, he probably didn’t need to go drink beer with Cam Mitchell tonight.
He'd just go see Teyla, and look blank if she tried to talk about feelings. At least he wouldn’t have to sit here and imagine all the ways he could fuck up and lose his people. He stood and grabbed a couple of jugs of the Athosian beer. After all, his mom always said it was rude to go visiting without a hostess gift.
Unfortunately, Cam’s temporary quarters were on the way to Teyla’s, which is how John found himself knocking on Cam’s door. “Hey, Mitchell, you up?” Just a couple of beers. No big deal.
“Yeah, hold on.” John heard Cam banging around. “Just a second.”
Smirking, John had just opened his mouth to respond, when he heard a woman’s voice. “Cameron, who is it?”
Teyla.
When Cam opened the door a second later, John was still frozen in place. There was no doubt as to what Cam and Teyla were doing - Cam’s mouth was red and a little swollen, and his shirt was on inside out. John should know that look, he thought somewhat wildly; he’d given Cam that look before.
“Hey, Shep, what’s - hey, are you okay, man?” Apparently John hadn’t hidden his shock as much as he might have hoped. better?
John couldn’t help it - he looked over Cam’s shoulder to see Teyla wrapped in a robe, standing in the middle of the room. “John.” Teyla stepped forward.
John snapped his eyes to a point somewhere on the doorframe. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll just talk to you tomorrow, nothing important.” His mind was screaming for him to run, run, run down the hall, and not stop until he was safe in his own quarters again. Instead, he turned on his heels and walked back the way he'd come, ignoring the calls of “Sheppard, hold on a minute - “ and “John, wait!” coming from behind him. He knew they wouldn’t follow him.
Back in his quarters, he dropped the jugs of ale by the door and flopped down on his bed, one arm over his eyes. “Cam and Teyla, huh?” he asked the empty room. God, his room really was empty, for once. Usually, he wasn’t even in it; he was out getting his ass kicked in the gym by Teyla or kicking some hapless scientist's ass at chess. When John was there, he always had Ronon in there eating his popcorn and grunting oddly personal questions or Rodney going on a mile a minute about something, words and hands flying everywhere. But right now, Rodney was in the damn infirmary, and with Katie; Ronon was with his people; and Teyla...was with Cam. Abruptly annoyed with both himself and the quiet, he’d gotten up to turn on the stereo when his door chimed.
John seriously debated not answering. He did not want to have this conversation. At best, it would be awkward; at worst, a total nightmare - Teyla could decide to go back to Earth with Cam. He was reminding himself that Teyla's people were here, and even if she wouldn't stay for John - the team - she would stay for them, when the door chimed again. Jesus Christ, could he be acting more like a girl? He palmed the door open, stomach churning, and tried very hard not to look defensive. Judging from Teyla's sympathetic expression, he completely failed.
"John," Teyla began. John waved her off and glanced at Cam, probably letting his look linger too long. His shirt was right-side-out now, but his hair was still a disaster, and John tore his eyes away before he could look too hard at Cam's lips, to see if they were still as wet and red as they'd been ten minutes ago - or all those months ago.
"It's fine. It's none of my business, and we really don't have to talk about it." John was not entirely sure he could get through a whole conversation about Cam and Teyla without storming out, which was a feeling he didn't want to examine too closely. Teyla and Cam exchanged a glance and John felt his jaw clench. Cam must have noticed, because he gave John a pointed but indecipherable look and drifted over to John's collection of golf clubs and carveboards, out of John's line of sight.
When Teyla came to stand right in front of John, squarely in his personal space, it took all of his willpower not to back away. He couldn't do this, not right now, when he already felt like he was on the wrong side of crazy tonight. He just wanted to run and run until he forgot about the whole thing, sweat out the memory if he had to.
Instead, Teyla put her hands on his shoulders and inclined her head. John felt himself stiffen, but wasn't prepared to be rude - yet - to get them to leave. He leaned down, and when their foreheads met, he instinctively relaxed, just a fraction, the gesture reminding him that this was Teyla. After a few moments, Teyla pulled her head back to look John in the eye, but she didn't step away.
"I would like to apologize. I should have told you what was transpiring between myself and Cameron, especially in light of your ... previous involvement." John almost broke his neck wrenching around to look at Cam. Dammit, he could not just tell people about -
"Sheppard, I swear to you, I did not tell her." John would have called him a liar, except Cam looked like he'd just swallowed a goldfish. Well, at least he wasn't the only one getting caught off-guard tonight.
Teyla gently pulled him back around to face her. "It was not hard for me to discern, knowing you both as I do," she smiled.
"Actually, she tortured it out of me. She's wicked with those sticks." John could hear the grin in Cam's voice as he walked up behind John, and found that he could almost breathe again, with Cam's voice in his ear and Teyla's calming hands on his shoulders.
"John." There was a stronger note in Teyla's voice now, and she slipped one hand to his neck to pull their foreheads together again. John closed his eyes and breathed in the leather-incense-soap smell that was Teyla. "John, I believe that you are often lonely, and I understand." John felt the urge to run again, and Teyla must have sensed it, because her warm hand on his neck pressed reassuringly into his tightly wound muscles before she continued. "I want you to know that you do not have to be alone."
John huffed out a mirthless laugh as he prayed for the floor to swallow him, for a Wraith dart to come snatch him up, for anything but more of this embarrassing and ultimately useless pep talk. He'd been alone since Antarctica, since way before that, and -
He almost jumped as he felt Cam's hands settle beside Teyla's on his shoulders. "John," Teyla whispered, so close he could feel her breath against his lips, "you are not alone."
For a brief moment, John stood rooted to the spot, just breathing Teyla in, feeling the steady heat of Cam behind him, and trying to process exactly what was going on. He wanted to bolt; he wanted to laugh; horrifyingly enough, he thought part of him might want to cry. Before he could do any of that, he found himself burying his hands in Teyla's hair and covering her mouth with his. It was nothing like when the damn bug had been making him lose his mind - this was a whole different kind of crazy, with Teyla's mouth opening sweet and welcoming under his, and Cam's hands slipping down to slide around and over his stomach, calloused and burning hot.
John felt like he was trapped in limbo, caught between Teyla's gentle hands on his face, thumbs softly stroking his cheekbones, and Cam's strong body pressing into him, rough hands gripping his shoulders, his waist, his hips. John pulled his mouth from Teyla's only when Cam yanked John's t-shirt up over his head. Running his hands up John's arms, Cam took John's hands and placed them on the strip of skin exposed at Teyla's waist. "It's okay," he whispered, his breath humid against John's jackhammering pulse. John looked at Teyla, and she nodded, her eyes wide, already breathing hard. He felt Cam stripping off his own t-shirt, his solid chest settling against John again, his hands reaching around to rest on Teyla's hips. John slipped his hands under Teyla's top, thumbs skimming the underside of her breasts, fingers curving around her ribcage. He kept pushing the woven fabric up and over her head, dropping it beside them. Brushing a few stray hairs from her flushed face, he watched her smile as she looked at him, then over his shoulder at Cam. He could feel Cam's smile pressing into his shoulder, and couldn't help but answer with one of his own. Stretching up to kiss him softly, Teyla pulled John's hands down to the waistband of her pants. Working at the knot there, John gasped when he felt Cam's hands reach around to his own fly, and turned his head blindly toward where he hoped Cam's mouth was. He wasn't disappointed; Cam's mouth was instantly on his, as hot and demanding as John had remembered. Just when John thought he couldn't possibly get any harder, Cam yanked John's BDUs open and pushed his hands down into John's boxers, pressing him back into Cam's own erection. John groaned and finally, finally managed to work out the knot on Teyla's pants, shoving them and her underwear down over her hips.
Teyla tugged gently on John's hands, and he broke away from Cam's mouth just in time to see her lower herself onto his bed. "Oh, wow," he heard himself say, Cam's sudden clutch at his hips a silent agreement. John disengaged from Cam's grasp and headed for Teyla, stepping out of his BDUs as he moved, unable to take his eyes off of her. God, she looked - "beautiful," he murmured as he lowered himself over her, grazing his lips over her collarbone. He heard Cam rustling behind him, and looked up just long enough to see a condom set down on his nightstand before returning his attention to the smooth skin beneath him. Leaning over, John teased one nipple with his tongue, smiling when Teyla moaned in response, clutching her hands in his hair. Taking the whole nipple into his mouth, he reached down between them to feel her, wet against his fingers a s they stroked and pressed into her. Completely mesmerized by the way she writhed beneath him, John almost didn't notice the mattress beside them dip under Cam's weight until a hand was running up the inside of his thigh, up, all the way up until Cam's fingertips were brushing against his balls, making John gasp against Teyla's breast.
He didn't have time to worry about it too much, because Teyla was pulling his head up, whispering "John, please," against his lips and handing him the condom from the nightstand. Trying not to notice how his hands shook slightly, he kneeled and rolled the condom on. The practical motion brought him back from the edge, but not by much, with Cam's mouth on the side of his neck the whole time, Cam's hand pressing long hard strokes from the bottom curve of John's ass to the nape of his neck and back again, over and over. Turning to face Cam, John took a good, long look - the alley hadn't afforded them the luxury of just looking. John leaned in to kiss him, hard and fast. Then, turning back, he lowered himself again onto Teyla, into Teyla, pushing into her tight, slick heat as she canted her hips up to meet him halfway. Burying his face in her neck, John began to move in and out slowly, trying not to lose it in the first minute like some kid; he was so close already. Lifting his head, John looked at Teyla smiling up at him, the hair at her temples soaked with sweat, one of Cam's hands smoothing over her forehead and the other rubbing the nape of John's neck. John realized that at this moment, he had to be the luckiest man in two galaxies.
As he leaned down to kiss Teyla, John felt Cam's hand leave his neck and stroke down his back and over his ass as the mattress dipped on either side of John's legs. Moaning into Teyla's mouth, John felt like he was coming apart, spinning between thrill and panic. He wasn't ready, he'd never done that, but he wanted Cam closer, needed him to be part of what was happening here, wanted to feel Cam's whole body against his. When Cam pushed his legs together, he paused, suddenly unsure. Then he felt Cam push his leaking erection into the tight, sweat-slick space between John's legs, heard Cam groan in his ear, and it took all of his willpower not to come right then. Oh, Jesus, that was unbelievable - Cam' brushing against his balls with every stroke, pushing him down into Teyla, and he heard himself moan as he reached under Teyla's shoulderblades, pulling her as close as he could. He felt like he was melting, between Cam above him, pressing him down, and Teyla below him, pushing up against him with her strong, capable body. John knew he couldn't last like this - it was too good, too right, too much - and the second he heard Teyla cry out and clench around him, he followed her right over, his own orgasm exploding white behind his eyelids. He vaguely heard Cam shout behind him and felt warmth spurting between his legs before Cam collapsed on them both. They lay like that for a moment before Cam rolled off, pulling John over with him.
John shivered when Cam reached around and gently rolled the condom off. "Okay?" Cam asked quietly, running his hand up to rest in the center of John's chest. John nodded, covering Cam's hand with one of his own, and reaching out to Teyla with the other. Stretching luxuriously, she turned to face them, and John stroked her cheek, hoping his touch would say you were right and thank you, because he didn't think he could. When she turned and kissed his palm before pulling his arm around her and curling into him, he knew she understood. Lying in his tiny bed, bracketed between Cam and Teyla, John closed his eyes and was able to rest.