FIC: "The Need for a Bigger Bed" by Severusslave, NC17, McKay/Sheppard/Beckett
Title: The Need for a Bigger Bed
Author: Severusslave
Rating: NC17
Note: McKay/Sheppard/Beckett, Dragon!Rodney & Elf!John & Unicorn!Carson
Note: Third part of the fairy tale creature series. Sequel to OMG! He's An Elf! and What Flying Really Was Supposed To Be
Note: Jess wanted Carson. She gets Carson. Erm, fic featuring him, actually. Hmm, sorry hon.
They really had to find themselves a bigger bed.
All the huddling and cuddling on one another was fun and everything but springtime was rapidly turning into summer and John thought that he could really do without Rodney's ranting about how he had not only to shower before going to bed and after waking up but as well in the middle of the night because people slept on him.
John knew that Rodney hated sweating. Well as a human, at least. He said it tickled and that drove him mad. John believed that, Rodney sweated most in the labs.
And everybody knew that McKay could be completely obnoxious when in his lab.
Anyway, bed. Bigger one. Soon.
Now that Carson had joined them McKay's smallish bed really didn't suffice any more. It made the sex ...complicated.
And complicated was one thing that sex had no reason to be. Fun, hot, naughty, kinky, alright. Complicated and with participants partly falling of a bed, no.
John figured that it was time for him to stop thinking about the grand scheme of sex logistics and ungracefully jump into the heart of things - it currently being Rodney and Carson sucking each other off on said too small bed - too.
He tilted his head to one side and decided on where to start. The decision wasn't all that difficult to make, Rodney's fine, fine behind wiggling in his direct line of sight. John smirked wickedly and let himself shift to fully elfish.
His tongue was ...different that way. Rougher, like a cat's, narrower and longer. And his taste buds were altered, too. More sensitive, not limited to sweet, sour, salty and bitter. Perfect for the job he wanted to use it for.
He crouched at the head of the bed and settled himself on his forearms, put alongside to Carson's head. John bent down and kissed Carson's forehead.
Carson opened his eyes and looked up to him, noticed the differences. Wilder hair, bigger pupils, cheshire grin. His eyes widened in surprise, then they narrowed as crinkles of laughter appeared on his face.
John had to draw a sharp breath into his lungs - Carson laughing with his lips tightly stretched around Rodney's cock's head was... woah. His own dick surged and twitched. Time for business now.
John dragged his long tongue slowly, self-indulgently along Rodney's ass's crack, felt Rodney shudder and moan, felt Carson moan at the vibration's sensations. Was happy and took delight in bringing his lovers pleasure.
It did not take long for Rodney to come and who'd blame him, he had two lover's skilled tongues and warm mouths concentrated on him. Still in the haze of the orgasm's aftermath he began to plead for them to stop - too much, too much, woah, stop, please.
Rodney gave Carson's dick one last apologizing lick and crawled off towards the other end of the bed, the one at the wall, the best he could on the crowded bed. He slumped down, sat cross-legged. Gloriously naked, cock glistening with saliva, still somewhat hard. Still twitching slightly.
Rodney put his right hand on Carson's ankle and ruffled the leg hair there. Then he looked up, "John, you..." and apparently he noticed that John had changed.
"No worries, lovely dragon, Carson knows. He's known for quite some time, haven't you, Carson?"
Carson smiled up at him again and swiftly lifted on arm up and grabbed his neck, pulled him down for a kiss. "Yes, I've known, elf. I've known for a long time now. I've kept it secret," Carson said.
"Yes, I know that you did, and I'm most grateful. Want me to show you how grateful I am, darling secret keeper?" And Carson grumbled something that might have been "Foolish elf, of course!" but John did not really listen and instead was fixated on the lovely, growly rumbling coming from Carson's chest. He bent over to nip and suckle on a nipple, moved on to tease the navel. Tugged on the hair that he found there. Glorious, glorious hair.
"So, Carson? What do you want?", John mumbled and blew a light raspberry on the belly. "Hmm?" was the reply.
"Cock or ass, Carson, cock or ass?", came the snarky reply from Rodney and John had to look up at him; Rodney waved the tube of lube in front of his face and popped the cap open in a smooth move.
Hearing Carson weakly mewling from partly underneath him he directed Rodney with small jerks of his head to apply the slick to Carson's lush behind, and to do it swiftly. Rodney did.
John backed up to the head of the bed again and stood up. Grabbed Carson's arms at his armpits and dragged him another few inches towards the edge of the mattress. Walked the four steps around the bed and bent Carson's legs up towards his chest, admiring briefly how flexible the man was, and settled himself between the spread legs.
Before he could do anything else Rodney pulled him towards him for a deep kiss. And whispered, "Should I ... you know, too? Do you think he knows? About me?"
And John nibbled on one ear and answered, "I do not think he suspects anything, but I think, if you really want to, if you really want him to know. Go for it." And John stole another kiss and turned around again.
He placed the one of Carson's legs that was not in Rodney's way around his waist and settled the other onto his shoulder. And almost immediately moaned out loud. Hair, coarse, wonderful hair tickling his ear. Sensitive, sensitive ear.
John looked at Carson's face and let out a soft growl of his own. Finally moved forwards and edged his way in.
As always, him and Carson settled into an almost natural, easy rhythm and ... danced together towards completion.
Then he felt Rodney take away the hand he had placed on the small of John's back and move off the bed; felt the slight rush of air being displaced. Rodney had transformed in the dragon. Pretty, pretty dragon.
All blue, the softer underbelly the exact shade of Rodney's human eyes, lovely, lovely. Talons and tail and wings and snout, beautiful, majestic.
John looked at Carson. He had his eyes closed in bliss. No, no, no. John made his hips stutter and interrupt the rhythm. Got the scot to open his eyes.
John stole a kiss, reorganized his thrusts and then got Carson to look at Rodney.
"Oh, ooh, oohoh," Carson stuttered - moaned - and he reached out with one hand towards the dragon. Rodney prodded his palm with his snout and licked across the hand and forearm afterwards.
John angled his cock so that he got to hit and graze Carson's prostate every thrust and made him orgasm while his attention was wholly on petting Rodney's scaly hide. Carson seemed not to realize that he had spent his semen on his stomach and had his eyes solely on Rodney as he transformed back to human.
Rodney, though, looked at him. "John, love, come on, come. We're tired and satisfied, it's your turn now." And Rodney turned to Carson and whispered something into his ear.
He could not hear what - and he came as Carson clamped down suddenly, tightly, strongly.
The next time he opened his eyes again, Rodney and Carson had settled around him, next to him on the narrow bed. They were silently talking to each other.
"-nah, not human, I'm a unicorn stallion."
John groaned. They really had to find themselves a bigger bed.