Blame it on the popcorn (2/2) by ravensilverwing (NC-17)
Title: Blame it on the popcorn (2/2)
Author: ravensilverwing
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: Ronon/Rodney/John
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Movie night with popcorn, snark and sex.
Warning: Threesome. PWP.
Author's Notes: Started out innocent, Ronon got distracted, John felt left out. Smut ensued.
Disclaimer: Don't own the rights. No harm intended. No money made.
Part One
Part Two
They got the frame into place next to the original bed. Turned out John had plenty of space. Wasn’t really that much in his room except for the couch and the larger than standard computer screen.
When Rodney got back there were two beds, with mattress’s side by side and extended. He blatantly ignored the fact John’s computer was on and email open. No need to rub salt and all that. Then he noticed Ronon. A few moments later he registered John. Both wearing...a lot less...much less than the last time he’d been...
Ronon was tanned, obviously naturally golden as it covered his entire upper body, firm chest, ridiculous stomach, cute dip of belly button and he absolutely refused to admit he just thought Ronon’s belly button was cute. He tried the mental equivalent of covering his mouth with his hand but his brain kept thinking it on repeat. Belly button cute. Belly button cute.
He wrenched his eyes away only to discover his hips and thighs were tanned golden as well, and his cock, dear god...he closed his eyes. Then instantly opened them again, whimpering. Thank god he wasn’t a blushing virgin, except oh god he was! At least with...with...it swung slightly as it...he...another whimper.
Gentle fingers brought his chin up till he was staring Ronon in the face, instead of...gasp. He was in too deep, too fast and Ronon was...was...oh. Lips, careful tongue. Kissing, just kissing, slow and lazy and warm and he could do this. This...this he could do all day. Except he had to breathe, and eat, and work and...hand sliding around his neck and his own hands just...Moan. Skin. So much skin. All warm and soft and firm muscle and... He didn’t look like this with his clothes off!
Pulling away to search for John, who was crouched by the bed, taping, tying, roping the two frames together. Pale but still darker than Rodney’s ghostly white. Barely any ass but, but...Rodney was staring. But he couldn’t help it! It wasn’t his fault if they persisted in flaunting around stark naked! And that ass...tight, so firm. His own ass was a lot larger and, and, and not even close to firm!
Then John was standing, admiring his handy work while Rodney admired the thin waist, narrow hips and elegant back. He was never, never ever going to look like that!
Ronon’s hand was gently rubbing his shoulder. Which was tensing alarmingly under his hands. John finally turned, mouth hanging open for a moment before he half smiled. He’d been around Rodney for too long Ronon decided, because he was pretty sure John hadn’t smiled like that a year ago.
“I thought you said you wouldn’t start without me.” Pouting and gliding closer, all lethal panther. Thighs, chest, stomach tight, trim.
Rodney whimpered. He was screwed, so very, very screwed. Or maybe he would be. He moaned, helpless to stop this.
“It looks like you’ve started without me.” Lazy smile. “But I guess that just means it’s my turn now.”
Ronon actually growled, hands tightening on Rodney convulsively. John froze, eyes guarded. Rodney’s mouth went dry.
“Or maybe not.”
“Sorry.” Ronon sounded husky, his hands loosening on Rodney, softly stroking instead. “Bad habit.”
“Are you sure you want to share?” Suddenly serious. “Because you don’t have to. I can leave. We can do this another time. Or not at all.”
But John looked unhappy...hiding behind a lazy, sexy smile but still unhappy.
“And what about what I want?” Rodney was demanding.
“I said I’m sorry.” Ronon sounded frustrated. “I’ve just...it’s been awhile.” Looking away.
“Hello! I’m talking now. And I want to know where what I want fits into this?”
“We just need a moment Rodney.” John tried for placating.
“No we don’t.” Ronon’s voice was flat, emotionless. “I said I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
“And what if I...”
“Be quiet Rodney. Just...just for one minute.” Short and sharp, John’s eyes pleading with Rodney to understand, to just keep his mouth shut, his ego quiet while...while Ronon and John...
“Seven Years! You haven’t done this in seven years!”Rodney suddenly staring at Ronon in horror.
John groaned. God bless Rodney the emotional steam roller.
“Didn’t have a choice.” Closing down right before John’s eyes, and he’d worked so hard to get him to open up.
“That’s...” Rodney awkwardly patting then stroking his arm. “And I thought five years was bad!”
Ronon blinked, obviously confused.
“Why wouldn’t you...?”
“Have you seen me? Or heard me? I mean, I know I’m a handsome man, no one’s denying that fact but against you two? And with my mouth...I mean...you have heard me talk right? It’s not like I mean to insult people but sometimes they’re just so stupid and...”
Ronon was stroking Rodney’s back, large hand warm and kneading in all the right places.
“Are you going to get naked now?” Ronon looked hopeful.
“What?” Because his thoughts were still running off in an entirely different direction. “Oh...no...I just thought I’d...”
“Get naked. With us. Now.” John helped, gliding slowly closer. And this time Ronon didn’t growl or even pull Rodney closer, away from John. Just watched John get closer and grinned at him, because naked John meant help getting Rodney similarly naked.
“I really don’t think that’s a good i...” Rodney protested
And then his shirt was gone.
“Hey! Hey that was...wait!” Breathless.
“What for?” Ronon seemed genuinely puzzled that Rodney was flailing open hands at his fingers, which were undoing Rodney’s pants.
“For...for...”
“You to freak out about how buff we are and you aren’t? Because I’m pretty sure you’ve already covered that.” John offered.
Rodney flushed bright red.
“I like your ass. I want to see it.” Ronon was groping down the back of his open pants, warm hands large and caressing.
Half whimper, half moan this time.
“See Rodney, Ronon wants to see your ass and really, I don’t think you should deny the man who’s already waited seven years for sex.”
John was completely, inappropriately smug Rodney decided before he couldn’t stop the sounds bubbling out of his mouth. It was more whine than whimper this time.
Ronon pressed his advantage, licking, nipping kisses over and down Rodney’s throat.
“It’ll be good. I promise.” Hot words breathing into his skin.
“No fair!” But he couldn’t find a place to start an argument because hot and oh god and Hot. And sex! Maybe, hopefully. His cock twitched. Traitor.
One finger was sliding up and down between his ass cheeks, rubbing, as Ronon rocked. Desperate whimper.
“Just let him get you naked Rodney, just let him do it.” John’s voice to his left, seductive, taunting, daring.
“Oh god! Alright. Yes. Yes, I’ll do it.” Caving in.
Ronon bit down on his shoulder and Rodney’s cock gave a valiant attempt at coming again. Suddenly hard and throbbing and Jesus, god, still so sensitive. Ronon froze, shuddered, gripped both ass cheeks in his hands and groaned.
“You liked that?” Barely a whisper. The answer was obvious.
Rodney licked his lips, merely hanging in Ronon’s grasp, against him...and Ronon really was huge and younger because he was hard already. Asshole.
“Yes, yes I uh...like a little...” Babbling.
Teeth dragged over his other shoulder.
Groaning, mewling. It wasn’t fair. It totally, utterly wasn’t fair that there were two of them!
“I think we should get on the bed.” John sounded hoarse, too damn sexy.
“Is it ready?” Ronon sounded...almost reasonable, mostly hot and horny and hanging on by a thread.
“It’s ready. It’ll hold.” Straight to the point.
Rodney mewled again.
“First Rodney needs to get naked.” And Ronon’s hands were pushing down his pants and boxers whilst John was...John was...mouth breathing, too close, so close. Cheating! He was so...oh so...oh...oh so...teasing, licking between cheeks, making Rodney groan, moan, shift his legs apart further. Even as John’s hands were pulling off his shoes and socks. The last of his clothes suddenly gone.
Rodney panting, moaning helplessly against Ronon’s mouth.
“Is this...” Hand stroking his back softly. “Is this alright?” Genuinely concerned.
“Good, good...it’s...” Groaning as John pulled his ass cheeks wide apart and dove right in.
“Good?” Making sure he understood Rodney.
Helpless nodding, rubbing his forehead against Ronon’s naked skin.
“So good.” Moaning.
“John?” Edge of heat, jealousy.
One last lick, probe and he was standing, pressing his body against Rodney’s back. Lust, pupils wide and large. Ronon was getting pissed by that self satisfied look.
“Bed.” Growling, man handling Rodney till he was face down, legs spread and Ronon’s mouth...Ronon’s...mouth...Hands spreading, holding, touching, rubbing. And Rodney could only moan, half hump the bed and hold on for dear life. Because Ronon’s mouth, his lips and tongue, even the damn beard, made John feel like an amateur.
It went on and on, only to be stopped suddenly, replaced by Ronon’s open mouthed kisses and small bites against his skin, lower back, upwards till he reached Rodney’s shoulders. Sliding closer, cock sliding where he was now wet, spit slick. Mouth hot and panting over damp skin, cock rocking, arms tight, holding, thighs spreading, pushing Rodney’s further apart.
“Ronon stop.” John sounded so husky, a pause as he cleared his throat. “Stop...you can’t, you...”
And Ronon thrust, a half push of hips, just getting into place, not...not quite. But John’s hand was on his shoulder.
“Stop. Don’t. You can’t Ronon.”
Ronon could barely focus, he was so close, so damn close and Rodney was panting, moaning, rolling his hips, ass back, into, against...
“Stop!” Sudden command.
Blink. Frown. Trying to think through lust, haze, hand on his shoulder.
“Ronon you can’t.” John’s voice soft but steel.
He groaned, panted against Rodney’s nape.
“What! What? Why are you...why aren’t you...” Demanding.
“Rodney trust me.” John’s most reasonable, even voice. “This isn’t the right time for this.”
“But, but who said you were referee...” Mouth opening for a tirade.
“Rodney just trust me. Please. Just this once.” John quietly pleaded.
Silence. Ronon’s head thumped into Rodney’s skin.
“He’s right.” Muttering into flesh, making Rodney shiver, hips roll and he couldn’t stop the rough buck, pinning Rodney’s hips back down. Breathless moan.
“Seven years Rodney. And if I’m right you’ve never done that before. He...and I’m not insulting you here Ronon, but your control isn’t up to it.”
“He’s right.” So quiet. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Rodney. “Want to fuck you. Just sink in and...” Hoarse moan.
“And you can.” Soft, still stroking. “You can. Just not Rodney tonight.” John offered.
Nodding, forehead slick with sweat from controlling, holding on, stopping himself from rocking, rolling forward, thrusting himself into...would just take an inch back, quick push forward...
“Ronon.” John’s hand getting tighter. “Get up. Now. Fuck me. I’ll let you fuck me instead. You have to let Rodney up now.”
“And what am I doing during all this then? Should I get dressed and be on my merry little way?” Rodney was blushing, still hard but hurt and confused.
Ronon was getting up, moving up and out of the way. Off the bed. John stood, watching as Rodney rolled over, got to his knees, glaring. John swallowed hard.
“Stay right there or lay on your back.” Licking his bottom lip. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
Flushing red, cock jolting, pressing up against his own skin, then Ronon was kissing him, holding on like John was life. Hard, fast, almost biting then really biting, taking John’s lower lip into his mouth. To suck, nip, make him moan. Grabbing his ass. Groping, holding, pulling him in close, tight. Then pushing, whole body turning, angling towards the bed while Rodney...gasping, staring, trying not to touch his cock, but who was he kidding. This was hot. Just a few strokes, moaning, watching Ronon push John down.
Then a sudden stop. John panting.
“Wait. Wait. Let me.” And John was twisting, rolling suddenly to his knees and Ronon...groan, growl, moan, transferred his attack to John’s ass instead.
Pushing in, holding, splitting him apart. Tongue darting, licking, probe. Anything to make John bite his lip, eyes closed, breathing hitch on a moan. Till Ronon’s tongue breached, flicked deeper in and he couldn’t, just couldn’t, groaning, mewling, crying out loud and long. Held tight, unable to move between Ronon’s hands.
“Oh fuck...fuck...Rodney...now...come here...” Eyes still shut, head arching back.
Rodney’s was watching captivated, mouth dry, still stroking.
“Rodney!” A whine. “You’re taking too long.”
His eyes wide now, so dark, clear...
“Let him suck you.” Words breathing over slick skin. John bucked, Ronon held him still, bruises blossoming.
The lick was apologetic, then teased with a flicker of his tongue. John panted but found his balance, reached out to touch Rodney’s thigh.
“Come here. Please Rodney.”
Sharp gasp. Rodney couldn’t help but watch. One of Ronon’s long fingers sliding. He shuffled forward. Finger slick sliding, disappearing up inside John. Pushing, pressing, looking for, searching. Till John bucked, gasp, groaning, ramming himself back onto Ronon’s talented hand.
“Oh fuck! Yes...there, there...fuck!” Explosive.
Then there were two fingers inside him. Just stretching and it’d been so long, far, far too long because fuck...it was promising to be so damn good. Rocking forward, back to take a third and Ronon encouraged him, licked around the opening, teasing him, making him moan.
He forgot about Rodney for a moment until he heard the gasp, groan. The soft, ‘oh fuck’ above him. Opening his eyes he found cock, Rodney’s hand sliding, slow and sure, almost lazy, enjoying the show. Leaking tip, slick with...Gasp. Oh Fuck. Here, right now, Ronon was going to...Blunt, thick head. Slick, hot and so fucking...moan. Breaching, just inside, fucking huge. Groan.
Hand on his hip, holding him tightly, pulling him back onto...His own cock throbbing in sympathy. Knowing how hot, how tight, how very, very tight from years of not doing just this...Trying to relax, to just take it. Feel it slide in. Inches. Panting moan. Scraping against that spot inside, desperate gasping, so sensitive. Finally stopping, completely full.
He’d known, he knew, Ronon was big but this...this was...a deeper moan. Hands holding him tightly. Holding on, just barely holding onto his sanity, waiting for one signal and John knew. A single nod or a word and there’d be pounding, John was going to get grinding, sliding, shoving up inside. God, fuck, god, John could only groan, cock twitching. Masochist. Complete and total. Ronon made a desperate sound, half human and finally John’s head dropped, half a nod and...
“Fuck!” Groan. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck...” Moan. Hands scrambling.
The thrusts started. Deep and long. Hard and just how he loved it. Fucking loved this.
Slap of flesh. Slide of cock. Hips hard and fast and god damned...Hand in his hair, sliding, moving forward, stroking, making him lose focus, shift focus, notice Rodney’s cock again. So close and then his promise slammed back into focus. Make it good. Make it worth it for Rodney cause he was...oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! That was good!
Crying out, harsh and high. Pleasure pain. And cock, Rodney’s, he needed to, because he wasn’t going to last long. And Ronon certainly wasn’t going to.
Rodney was being helpful, shifting forward, moving as he opened wide, let Rodney take control. And he’d missed this. Thick heat so raw. Rodney moaning. Breathy sigh, rocking deeper as Ronon fucked him harder. Push, pull stroking and almost gagging. Ramming, rocking, breathless. Loving it.
Don’t gag, relax, but half scream and moan. Ronon’s pace getting faster, slamming right inside, right against that...Rodney bucking, begging, cock a weight along his tongue. Fingers soft, stroking contrast. Ronon’s fingers so fucking tight and strong. Hands bruising and he couldn’t move. Couldn’t escape. Couldn’t fuck...oh fuck...They were in control. Fuck, slick, sliding, rocking, hip snapping. He couldn’t...he had to...mouth open, cock throbbing, heat, slick, raw. Rodney’s moan. Ronon gripping, thrusting, hips pushing, hands pulling back. Caught between them. Couldn’t...caught...fuck, fuck, oh fucking...coming with a choked off moan.
A moment later Rodney was thrusting, spilling down his throat. Ronon ramming, bucking his orgasm home. And he was swallowing, limp between them, weak knead and weightless.
John couldn’t move. There were bruises. No doubts about that. Bruises on hips and thighs and groan, face planting into a pillow as they shifted him up the bed. Ronon draping over a shoulder from behind.
“Thank you.” So sincere.
Soft giggle. Laughter. John did not just giggle. Lieutenant Colonels did not giggle.
“Pleasures all mine I’m sure.” Laughing low. Definitely not giggling.
“Did you just giggle?” Rodney somewhere to his left, very close, almost touching but it was too much effort to look up and glare.
“Did not.” Grumbling exhausted.
A yawn.
“Did too.” Rodney was determined despite a yawn.
“Not.” Another yawn.
“Too.” But he sounded sleepy.
Ronon’s weight was easing, shifting to his right, draping John was just heat now.
The slap to his face made him frown, slit his eyes open. Only to see Rodney coming closer, lips soft. They barely missed his, catching the corner.
“Not.” John smiled.
And he could feel Rodney’s smile this time. That half quirk of lips.
“Too.”Another kiss, fully aligned this time.
Ronon’s arm was reaching out, stroking Rodney’s side, then resting there, content.
“Thank you.” The only word he offered again.
“Any time.”And this time it was Rodney’s turn to sound sincere.
John felt Ronon’s lips curving against his shoulder. There was a lot of girly snuggling going on. He could protest but decided if they didn’t say anything, he wouldn’t tell.
The End!
Author: ravensilverwing
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: Ronon/Rodney/John
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Movie night with popcorn, snark and sex.
Warning: Threesome. PWP.
Author's Notes: Started out innocent, Ronon got distracted, John felt left out. Smut ensued.
Disclaimer: Don't own the rights. No harm intended. No money made.
Part One
Part Two
They got the frame into place next to the original bed. Turned out John had plenty of space. Wasn’t really that much in his room except for the couch and the larger than standard computer screen.
When Rodney got back there were two beds, with mattress’s side by side and extended. He blatantly ignored the fact John’s computer was on and email open. No need to rub salt and all that. Then he noticed Ronon. A few moments later he registered John. Both wearing...a lot less...much less than the last time he’d been...
Ronon was tanned, obviously naturally golden as it covered his entire upper body, firm chest, ridiculous stomach, cute dip of belly button and he absolutely refused to admit he just thought Ronon’s belly button was cute. He tried the mental equivalent of covering his mouth with his hand but his brain kept thinking it on repeat. Belly button cute. Belly button cute.
He wrenched his eyes away only to discover his hips and thighs were tanned golden as well, and his cock, dear god...he closed his eyes. Then instantly opened them again, whimpering. Thank god he wasn’t a blushing virgin, except oh god he was! At least with...with...it swung slightly as it...he...another whimper.
Gentle fingers brought his chin up till he was staring Ronon in the face, instead of...gasp. He was in too deep, too fast and Ronon was...was...oh. Lips, careful tongue. Kissing, just kissing, slow and lazy and warm and he could do this. This...this he could do all day. Except he had to breathe, and eat, and work and...hand sliding around his neck and his own hands just...Moan. Skin. So much skin. All warm and soft and firm muscle and... He didn’t look like this with his clothes off!
Pulling away to search for John, who was crouched by the bed, taping, tying, roping the two frames together. Pale but still darker than Rodney’s ghostly white. Barely any ass but, but...Rodney was staring. But he couldn’t help it! It wasn’t his fault if they persisted in flaunting around stark naked! And that ass...tight, so firm. His own ass was a lot larger and, and, and not even close to firm!
Then John was standing, admiring his handy work while Rodney admired the thin waist, narrow hips and elegant back. He was never, never ever going to look like that!
Ronon’s hand was gently rubbing his shoulder. Which was tensing alarmingly under his hands. John finally turned, mouth hanging open for a moment before he half smiled. He’d been around Rodney for too long Ronon decided, because he was pretty sure John hadn’t smiled like that a year ago.
“I thought you said you wouldn’t start without me.” Pouting and gliding closer, all lethal panther. Thighs, chest, stomach tight, trim.
Rodney whimpered. He was screwed, so very, very screwed. Or maybe he would be. He moaned, helpless to stop this.
“It looks like you’ve started without me.” Lazy smile. “But I guess that just means it’s my turn now.”
Ronon actually growled, hands tightening on Rodney convulsively. John froze, eyes guarded. Rodney’s mouth went dry.
“Or maybe not.”
“Sorry.” Ronon sounded husky, his hands loosening on Rodney, softly stroking instead. “Bad habit.”
“Are you sure you want to share?” Suddenly serious. “Because you don’t have to. I can leave. We can do this another time. Or not at all.”
But John looked unhappy...hiding behind a lazy, sexy smile but still unhappy.
“And what about what I want?” Rodney was demanding.
“I said I’m sorry.” Ronon sounded frustrated. “I’ve just...it’s been awhile.” Looking away.
“Hello! I’m talking now. And I want to know where what I want fits into this?”
“We just need a moment Rodney.” John tried for placating.
“No we don’t.” Ronon’s voice was flat, emotionless. “I said I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
“And what if I...”
“Be quiet Rodney. Just...just for one minute.” Short and sharp, John’s eyes pleading with Rodney to understand, to just keep his mouth shut, his ego quiet while...while Ronon and John...
“Seven Years! You haven’t done this in seven years!”Rodney suddenly staring at Ronon in horror.
John groaned. God bless Rodney the emotional steam roller.
“Didn’t have a choice.” Closing down right before John’s eyes, and he’d worked so hard to get him to open up.
“That’s...” Rodney awkwardly patting then stroking his arm. “And I thought five years was bad!”
Ronon blinked, obviously confused.
“Why wouldn’t you...?”
“Have you seen me? Or heard me? I mean, I know I’m a handsome man, no one’s denying that fact but against you two? And with my mouth...I mean...you have heard me talk right? It’s not like I mean to insult people but sometimes they’re just so stupid and...”
Ronon was stroking Rodney’s back, large hand warm and kneading in all the right places.
“Are you going to get naked now?” Ronon looked hopeful.
“What?” Because his thoughts were still running off in an entirely different direction. “Oh...no...I just thought I’d...”
“Get naked. With us. Now.” John helped, gliding slowly closer. And this time Ronon didn’t growl or even pull Rodney closer, away from John. Just watched John get closer and grinned at him, because naked John meant help getting Rodney similarly naked.
“I really don’t think that’s a good i...” Rodney protested
And then his shirt was gone.
“Hey! Hey that was...wait!” Breathless.
“What for?” Ronon seemed genuinely puzzled that Rodney was flailing open hands at his fingers, which were undoing Rodney’s pants.
“For...for...”
“You to freak out about how buff we are and you aren’t? Because I’m pretty sure you’ve already covered that.” John offered.
Rodney flushed bright red.
“I like your ass. I want to see it.” Ronon was groping down the back of his open pants, warm hands large and caressing.
Half whimper, half moan this time.
“See Rodney, Ronon wants to see your ass and really, I don’t think you should deny the man who’s already waited seven years for sex.”
John was completely, inappropriately smug Rodney decided before he couldn’t stop the sounds bubbling out of his mouth. It was more whine than whimper this time.
Ronon pressed his advantage, licking, nipping kisses over and down Rodney’s throat.
“It’ll be good. I promise.” Hot words breathing into his skin.
“No fair!” But he couldn’t find a place to start an argument because hot and oh god and Hot. And sex! Maybe, hopefully. His cock twitched. Traitor.
One finger was sliding up and down between his ass cheeks, rubbing, as Ronon rocked. Desperate whimper.
“Just let him get you naked Rodney, just let him do it.” John’s voice to his left, seductive, taunting, daring.
“Oh god! Alright. Yes. Yes, I’ll do it.” Caving in.
Ronon bit down on his shoulder and Rodney’s cock gave a valiant attempt at coming again. Suddenly hard and throbbing and Jesus, god, still so sensitive. Ronon froze, shuddered, gripped both ass cheeks in his hands and groaned.
“You liked that?” Barely a whisper. The answer was obvious.
Rodney licked his lips, merely hanging in Ronon’s grasp, against him...and Ronon really was huge and younger because he was hard already. Asshole.
“Yes, yes I uh...like a little...” Babbling.
Teeth dragged over his other shoulder.
Groaning, mewling. It wasn’t fair. It totally, utterly wasn’t fair that there were two of them!
“I think we should get on the bed.” John sounded hoarse, too damn sexy.
“Is it ready?” Ronon sounded...almost reasonable, mostly hot and horny and hanging on by a thread.
“It’s ready. It’ll hold.” Straight to the point.
Rodney mewled again.
“First Rodney needs to get naked.” And Ronon’s hands were pushing down his pants and boxers whilst John was...John was...mouth breathing, too close, so close. Cheating! He was so...oh so...oh...oh so...teasing, licking between cheeks, making Rodney groan, moan, shift his legs apart further. Even as John’s hands were pulling off his shoes and socks. The last of his clothes suddenly gone.
Rodney panting, moaning helplessly against Ronon’s mouth.
“Is this...” Hand stroking his back softly. “Is this alright?” Genuinely concerned.
“Good, good...it’s...” Groaning as John pulled his ass cheeks wide apart and dove right in.
“Good?” Making sure he understood Rodney.
Helpless nodding, rubbing his forehead against Ronon’s naked skin.
“So good.” Moaning.
“John?” Edge of heat, jealousy.
One last lick, probe and he was standing, pressing his body against Rodney’s back. Lust, pupils wide and large. Ronon was getting pissed by that self satisfied look.
“Bed.” Growling, man handling Rodney till he was face down, legs spread and Ronon’s mouth...Ronon’s...mouth...Hands spreading, holding, touching, rubbing. And Rodney could only moan, half hump the bed and hold on for dear life. Because Ronon’s mouth, his lips and tongue, even the damn beard, made John feel like an amateur.
It went on and on, only to be stopped suddenly, replaced by Ronon’s open mouthed kisses and small bites against his skin, lower back, upwards till he reached Rodney’s shoulders. Sliding closer, cock sliding where he was now wet, spit slick. Mouth hot and panting over damp skin, cock rocking, arms tight, holding, thighs spreading, pushing Rodney’s further apart.
“Ronon stop.” John sounded so husky, a pause as he cleared his throat. “Stop...you can’t, you...”
And Ronon thrust, a half push of hips, just getting into place, not...not quite. But John’s hand was on his shoulder.
“Stop. Don’t. You can’t Ronon.”
Ronon could barely focus, he was so close, so damn close and Rodney was panting, moaning, rolling his hips, ass back, into, against...
“Stop!” Sudden command.
Blink. Frown. Trying to think through lust, haze, hand on his shoulder.
“Ronon you can’t.” John’s voice soft but steel.
He groaned, panted against Rodney’s nape.
“What! What? Why are you...why aren’t you...” Demanding.
“Rodney trust me.” John’s most reasonable, even voice. “This isn’t the right time for this.”
“But, but who said you were referee...” Mouth opening for a tirade.
“Rodney just trust me. Please. Just this once.” John quietly pleaded.
Silence. Ronon’s head thumped into Rodney’s skin.
“He’s right.” Muttering into flesh, making Rodney shiver, hips roll and he couldn’t stop the rough buck, pinning Rodney’s hips back down. Breathless moan.
“Seven years Rodney. And if I’m right you’ve never done that before. He...and I’m not insulting you here Ronon, but your control isn’t up to it.”
“He’s right.” So quiet. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Rodney. “Want to fuck you. Just sink in and...” Hoarse moan.
“And you can.” Soft, still stroking. “You can. Just not Rodney tonight.” John offered.
Nodding, forehead slick with sweat from controlling, holding on, stopping himself from rocking, rolling forward, thrusting himself into...would just take an inch back, quick push forward...
“Ronon.” John’s hand getting tighter. “Get up. Now. Fuck me. I’ll let you fuck me instead. You have to let Rodney up now.”
“And what am I doing during all this then? Should I get dressed and be on my merry little way?” Rodney was blushing, still hard but hurt and confused.
Ronon was getting up, moving up and out of the way. Off the bed. John stood, watching as Rodney rolled over, got to his knees, glaring. John swallowed hard.
“Stay right there or lay on your back.” Licking his bottom lip. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
Flushing red, cock jolting, pressing up against his own skin, then Ronon was kissing him, holding on like John was life. Hard, fast, almost biting then really biting, taking John’s lower lip into his mouth. To suck, nip, make him moan. Grabbing his ass. Groping, holding, pulling him in close, tight. Then pushing, whole body turning, angling towards the bed while Rodney...gasping, staring, trying not to touch his cock, but who was he kidding. This was hot. Just a few strokes, moaning, watching Ronon push John down.
Then a sudden stop. John panting.
“Wait. Wait. Let me.” And John was twisting, rolling suddenly to his knees and Ronon...groan, growl, moan, transferred his attack to John’s ass instead.
Pushing in, holding, splitting him apart. Tongue darting, licking, probe. Anything to make John bite his lip, eyes closed, breathing hitch on a moan. Till Ronon’s tongue breached, flicked deeper in and he couldn’t, just couldn’t, groaning, mewling, crying out loud and long. Held tight, unable to move between Ronon’s hands.
“Oh fuck...fuck...Rodney...now...come here...” Eyes still shut, head arching back.
Rodney’s was watching captivated, mouth dry, still stroking.
“Rodney!” A whine. “You’re taking too long.”
His eyes wide now, so dark, clear...
“Let him suck you.” Words breathing over slick skin. John bucked, Ronon held him still, bruises blossoming.
The lick was apologetic, then teased with a flicker of his tongue. John panted but found his balance, reached out to touch Rodney’s thigh.
“Come here. Please Rodney.”
Sharp gasp. Rodney couldn’t help but watch. One of Ronon’s long fingers sliding. He shuffled forward. Finger slick sliding, disappearing up inside John. Pushing, pressing, looking for, searching. Till John bucked, gasp, groaning, ramming himself back onto Ronon’s talented hand.
“Oh fuck! Yes...there, there...fuck!” Explosive.
Then there were two fingers inside him. Just stretching and it’d been so long, far, far too long because fuck...it was promising to be so damn good. Rocking forward, back to take a third and Ronon encouraged him, licked around the opening, teasing him, making him moan.
He forgot about Rodney for a moment until he heard the gasp, groan. The soft, ‘oh fuck’ above him. Opening his eyes he found cock, Rodney’s hand sliding, slow and sure, almost lazy, enjoying the show. Leaking tip, slick with...Gasp. Oh Fuck. Here, right now, Ronon was going to...Blunt, thick head. Slick, hot and so fucking...moan. Breaching, just inside, fucking huge. Groan.
Hand on his hip, holding him tightly, pulling him back onto...His own cock throbbing in sympathy. Knowing how hot, how tight, how very, very tight from years of not doing just this...Trying to relax, to just take it. Feel it slide in. Inches. Panting moan. Scraping against that spot inside, desperate gasping, so sensitive. Finally stopping, completely full.
He’d known, he knew, Ronon was big but this...this was...a deeper moan. Hands holding him tightly. Holding on, just barely holding onto his sanity, waiting for one signal and John knew. A single nod or a word and there’d be pounding, John was going to get grinding, sliding, shoving up inside. God, fuck, god, John could only groan, cock twitching. Masochist. Complete and total. Ronon made a desperate sound, half human and finally John’s head dropped, half a nod and...
“Fuck!” Groan. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck...” Moan. Hands scrambling.
The thrusts started. Deep and long. Hard and just how he loved it. Fucking loved this.
Slap of flesh. Slide of cock. Hips hard and fast and god damned...Hand in his hair, sliding, moving forward, stroking, making him lose focus, shift focus, notice Rodney’s cock again. So close and then his promise slammed back into focus. Make it good. Make it worth it for Rodney cause he was...oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! That was good!
Crying out, harsh and high. Pleasure pain. And cock, Rodney’s, he needed to, because he wasn’t going to last long. And Ronon certainly wasn’t going to.
Rodney was being helpful, shifting forward, moving as he opened wide, let Rodney take control. And he’d missed this. Thick heat so raw. Rodney moaning. Breathy sigh, rocking deeper as Ronon fucked him harder. Push, pull stroking and almost gagging. Ramming, rocking, breathless. Loving it.
Don’t gag, relax, but half scream and moan. Ronon’s pace getting faster, slamming right inside, right against that...Rodney bucking, begging, cock a weight along his tongue. Fingers soft, stroking contrast. Ronon’s fingers so fucking tight and strong. Hands bruising and he couldn’t move. Couldn’t escape. Couldn’t fuck...oh fuck...They were in control. Fuck, slick, sliding, rocking, hip snapping. He couldn’t...he had to...mouth open, cock throbbing, heat, slick, raw. Rodney’s moan. Ronon gripping, thrusting, hips pushing, hands pulling back. Caught between them. Couldn’t...caught...fuck, fuck, oh fucking...coming with a choked off moan.
A moment later Rodney was thrusting, spilling down his throat. Ronon ramming, bucking his orgasm home. And he was swallowing, limp between them, weak knead and weightless.
John couldn’t move. There were bruises. No doubts about that. Bruises on hips and thighs and groan, face planting into a pillow as they shifted him up the bed. Ronon draping over a shoulder from behind.
“Thank you.” So sincere.
Soft giggle. Laughter. John did not just giggle. Lieutenant Colonels did not giggle.
“Pleasures all mine I’m sure.” Laughing low. Definitely not giggling.
“Did you just giggle?” Rodney somewhere to his left, very close, almost touching but it was too much effort to look up and glare.
“Did not.” Grumbling exhausted.
A yawn.
“Did too.” Rodney was determined despite a yawn.
“Not.” Another yawn.
“Too.” But he sounded sleepy.
Ronon’s weight was easing, shifting to his right, draping John was just heat now.
The slap to his face made him frown, slit his eyes open. Only to see Rodney coming closer, lips soft. They barely missed his, catching the corner.
“Not.” John smiled.
And he could feel Rodney’s smile this time. That half quirk of lips.
“Too.”Another kiss, fully aligned this time.
Ronon’s arm was reaching out, stroking Rodney’s side, then resting there, content.
“Thank you.” The only word he offered again.
“Any time.”And this time it was Rodney’s turn to sound sincere.
John felt Ronon’s lips curving against his shoulder. There was a lot of girly snuggling going on. He could protest but decided if they didn’t say anything, he wouldn’t tell.
The End!