Fic: Not So Different, Jack/Ianto/John/Rodney
Chapter Title: Not So Different
Author: sarcasticchick
Pairing: Jack/Ianto/John/Rodney
Rating: R
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Xover fic, purely cracksmut foursome. SGA/TW
Summary: "Wait. You're telling me you have a pterodactyl living in your base?"
A/N: I said it's total cracksmut and it is. ;) Short little piece to distract lilithilien one day. Just because....the four of them would be so pretty ;)
"Wait. You're telling me you have a -pterodactyl- living in your base?"
"You fight life-sucking catfish on two legs."
"Good point."
The bed was crowded, legs sprawled in Pick-Up-Stix fashion and John was quite certain there was a tiny puddle of drool forming under McKay's slack lips, blissfully asleep with an arm curled over the equally fast asleep Ianto. Sleep eluded John and Captain Jack Harkness, so they shared a drink while watching their lovers.
It had been unreal, though John should have learned by now that in the Pegasus Galaxy, nothing was outside reality. The team had been off-world, negotiating a treaty for this wonder root Carson had been having kittens about. Or maybe sheep. Lambs. Something cute and fluffy and ecstatic wouldn't be too far from the truth. They were negotiating and all of a sudden, two men, one in period military garb (truth be told, if John could manage against regs, he'd be wearing that in a heartbeat) and the other in a finely tailored suit, showed up in the middle of their talks. Both were armed, both were confused but less surprised than John would have figured, showing up in another galaxy didn't even phase them.
After convincing the two Earth-folk that they were not in an alternate time, they hadn't jumped realities and no, John and his team were not alien (well, little green men alien - John still wondered some times about Rodney and his ability to consume more coffee in one day than John could stomach in a week. Seriously, there was just something inhuman about that), talks had been concluded with the natives signing on the dotted line (a stopwatch had been the tipping point - why Ianto was carrying a stopwatch, or was so hesitant to give it up, was beyond John) and they had ventured to Atlantis to spend the next four hours in exceedingly tedious talks cramped into the galaxy's smallest conference room in the universe's most uncomfortable chairs. The Ancients might have known a thing or two about physics, but what they really lacked was some common sense in interior design. Who made chairs like that?
Then, the sex had begun.
Well, it hadn't begun immediately. First, Rodney and John had shown Ianto and Jack their quarters. Couples quarters - apparently Ianto and Jack had no qualms against off-world sex. Not that John cared at the time - but that was one of Rodney and his' cardinal rules - no sex off-world. Rodney had made some comment regarding Ianto's suit ('if you don't mind our more plebeian attire, there's changes of clothing in the closet'), Jack remarked on John's own BDUs and how they would give wonderful definition to Ianto's ass if John's was anything to go by, Ianto claimed harassment, and then some how, Ianto was kissing Jack who then grabbed onto John who could only watch as Rodney was pulled into the fray and Ianto checked his tonsils for abnormalities.
John would be jealous, but there was seriously something hot about Rodney wrinkling Ianto's suit.
Sex. Lots of sex was had. John's brain had nearly melted (Rodney had claimed during the moment that his own IQ was surely reduced a couple points after his genius was being expertly sucked out his cock by Jack) while watching Ianto fuck Rodney while John fucked Jack who was sucking off Rodney while palming his own dick.
Lots and lots of sex.
Small wonder Rodney and Ianto were passed out, exhausted and curled up together. John caught Jack looking at the pair, affection smoothing his features before they fell back into the typical aloof look John had grown accustomed to in the short time they'd known each other. The bottle of Radek's latest hooch passed to John and he drank, sharing it again with Jack.
Only in the Pegasus Galaxy would a team of secret alien artifact scavengers and general protectors of Earth show up on a foreign planet in another galaxy, aided by some device they had picked up from some thing called a 'rift', run into a pair of other secret alien artifact scavengers and general protectors of Earth and engage in wonderful, delicious and hopefully repeatable sex in a floating city on a planet with purple skies and talking fish.
"I don't suppose you take vacation reservations."
John smirked, a similar thought having just crossed his mind, only the question on his mind being whether or not there was a quality hotel near this 'Torchwood' in case he and Rodney, while on a trip back to Earth, might be wanting a vacation away from Cheyenne mountain. He hadn't wanted to be too presumptuous, but apparently Jack's tastes ran along the same lines of John's: sex was good. Sex with a genius was even better. Multiply that by two and you had yourself a lot of combinations. John had always been good with numbers and the thought just added up into spectacular.
"Book early, rooms fill fast on Atlantis. You might end up having to share."
Jack wasted no time grabbing John by the hair (ow, but what a turn-on) over the two sleeping men who grumbled a protest over being moved to pull him close enough to sloppily kiss with drunken tongue a response and the room number he and Ianto would want on their next visit.
Lots and lots of sex.
John was perfectly agreeable to that.
Author: sarcasticchick
Pairing: Jack/Ianto/John/Rodney
Rating: R
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Xover fic, purely cracksmut foursome. SGA/TW
Summary: "Wait. You're telling me you have a pterodactyl living in your base?"
A/N: I said it's total cracksmut and it is. ;) Short little piece to distract lilithilien one day. Just because....the four of them would be so pretty ;)
"Wait. You're telling me you have a -pterodactyl- living in your base?"
"You fight life-sucking catfish on two legs."
"Good point."
The bed was crowded, legs sprawled in Pick-Up-Stix fashion and John was quite certain there was a tiny puddle of drool forming under McKay's slack lips, blissfully asleep with an arm curled over the equally fast asleep Ianto. Sleep eluded John and Captain Jack Harkness, so they shared a drink while watching their lovers.
It had been unreal, though John should have learned by now that in the Pegasus Galaxy, nothing was outside reality. The team had been off-world, negotiating a treaty for this wonder root Carson had been having kittens about. Or maybe sheep. Lambs. Something cute and fluffy and ecstatic wouldn't be too far from the truth. They were negotiating and all of a sudden, two men, one in period military garb (truth be told, if John could manage against regs, he'd be wearing that in a heartbeat) and the other in a finely tailored suit, showed up in the middle of their talks. Both were armed, both were confused but less surprised than John would have figured, showing up in another galaxy didn't even phase them.
After convincing the two Earth-folk that they were not in an alternate time, they hadn't jumped realities and no, John and his team were not alien (well, little green men alien - John still wondered some times about Rodney and his ability to consume more coffee in one day than John could stomach in a week. Seriously, there was just something inhuman about that), talks had been concluded with the natives signing on the dotted line (a stopwatch had been the tipping point - why Ianto was carrying a stopwatch, or was so hesitant to give it up, was beyond John) and they had ventured to Atlantis to spend the next four hours in exceedingly tedious talks cramped into the galaxy's smallest conference room in the universe's most uncomfortable chairs. The Ancients might have known a thing or two about physics, but what they really lacked was some common sense in interior design. Who made chairs like that?
Then, the sex had begun.
Well, it hadn't begun immediately. First, Rodney and John had shown Ianto and Jack their quarters. Couples quarters - apparently Ianto and Jack had no qualms against off-world sex. Not that John cared at the time - but that was one of Rodney and his' cardinal rules - no sex off-world. Rodney had made some comment regarding Ianto's suit ('if you don't mind our more plebeian attire, there's changes of clothing in the closet'), Jack remarked on John's own BDUs and how they would give wonderful definition to Ianto's ass if John's was anything to go by, Ianto claimed harassment, and then some how, Ianto was kissing Jack who then grabbed onto John who could only watch as Rodney was pulled into the fray and Ianto checked his tonsils for abnormalities.
John would be jealous, but there was seriously something hot about Rodney wrinkling Ianto's suit.
Sex. Lots of sex was had. John's brain had nearly melted (Rodney had claimed during the moment that his own IQ was surely reduced a couple points after his genius was being expertly sucked out his cock by Jack) while watching Ianto fuck Rodney while John fucked Jack who was sucking off Rodney while palming his own dick.
Lots and lots of sex.
Small wonder Rodney and Ianto were passed out, exhausted and curled up together. John caught Jack looking at the pair, affection smoothing his features before they fell back into the typical aloof look John had grown accustomed to in the short time they'd known each other. The bottle of Radek's latest hooch passed to John and he drank, sharing it again with Jack.
Only in the Pegasus Galaxy would a team of secret alien artifact scavengers and general protectors of Earth show up on a foreign planet in another galaxy, aided by some device they had picked up from some thing called a 'rift', run into a pair of other secret alien artifact scavengers and general protectors of Earth and engage in wonderful, delicious and hopefully repeatable sex in a floating city on a planet with purple skies and talking fish.
"I don't suppose you take vacation reservations."
John smirked, a similar thought having just crossed his mind, only the question on his mind being whether or not there was a quality hotel near this 'Torchwood' in case he and Rodney, while on a trip back to Earth, might be wanting a vacation away from Cheyenne mountain. He hadn't wanted to be too presumptuous, but apparently Jack's tastes ran along the same lines of John's: sex was good. Sex with a genius was even better. Multiply that by two and you had yourself a lot of combinations. John had always been good with numbers and the thought just added up into spectacular.
"Book early, rooms fill fast on Atlantis. You might end up having to share."
Jack wasted no time grabbing John by the hair (ow, but what a turn-on) over the two sleeping men who grumbled a protest over being moved to pull him close enough to sloppily kiss with drunken tongue a response and the room number he and Ianto would want on their next visit.
Lots and lots of sex.
John was perfectly agreeable to that.