Fic: How Come? (No Precious Time Series, 19/28)
Title: How Come? (No Precious Time Series, 19/28)
Author: The Time Being/SGAtlantisLight
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Genre: Smutty angst, H/C
Rating: NC-17 overall, though some chapters are lower
Author's Notes: Part of the No Precious Time Series. Beta and encouragement from a lot of people, but especially lapislaz, mice1900, and inkscribe.
Warnings can be found here for those who can't read without them. These contain plot spoilers so do not read unless you can't live without knowing.
Disclaimer: I own them all! But, alas, not in this universe.
Previous chapter
"If lyrics make people do things, how come we don't love each other?" - Frank Zappa
Carson stepped out of the transporter and saw Rodney there waiting.
"Is he okay?" Rodney asked.
Carson nodded, trying not to think of the scene he'd arrived to-- John, out cold, wrists still bound to the bed, hair sweat-plastered to his head, lips red and swollen, semen dotting his stomach and chest and slicking his thighs and arsecheeks. The whole area reeked of sweat and sex and most of the rescuees that crowded around were naked or nearly so. Carson had been both aroused and disturbed by the thought of what had been going on. He'd had to fight to control himself as he'd touched the other man. And now... Carson pulled Rodney back to their quarters and then pushed him over the desk, already undoing Rodney's pants as the door slid shut.
"Carson?" Rodney gasped.
"They'd been having an orgy," Carson growled into his ear. "He was tied to the bed..." Carson pulled out the small tube of lube that had taken up permanent residence in his pocket and began slicking Rodney up as he talked. "His mouth was red and wet and swollen, like someone had fucked it and fucked it..." He undid his own trousers, pulling his cock out and coating it with the lube left on his fingers. "And his arse, so slick with come..."
"Oh, God!" Rodney groaned as Carson pushed into him.
"Need you so badly!" Carson pounded into Rodney, surrendering himself to the arousal which had flashed through him at the sight, feeling Rodney pushing back against him, opening to him, grateful that Rodney understood his desperation.
It was only a few thrusts before Carson was throbbing into Rodney's body, a shudder of pleasure going through him as Rodney's body clenched around him, the smell of Rodney's semen filling his nostrils.
***
"May I speak with you a moment, Elizabeth?"
Elizabeth looked up from her desk. "Of course. Come in." She closed her laptop and moved it aside. "What can I do for you, Teyla?"
The Athosian woman hesitated a moment. "The woman Veza came to speak to me the other day. She and the others who were rescued... feel that perhaps Atlantis is not the best place for them, given your people's... sexual ethics."
Elizabeth sighed. "I'm sorry that it's caused difficulty, but it's ingrained. Even people who might be willing to step outside those ethics are likely to face disdain from others on the expedition and feelings of guilt. I thought it best to establish some guidelines to begin with."
Teyla nodded. "I understand. Nonetheless, remaining here is causing them great difficulties. However, my own people are more... flexible in such matters, which is why Veza approached me. I have spoken to them on behalf of the rescuees. The rescuees, at least those without homeworlds to return to, would like to come live among my people."
"They understand they'd be away from easy access to the infirmary?"
"We have healers among my people. While they do not have access to all your medicines and devices, they are well-trained."
"Of course. I didn't mean to imply otherwise," Elizabeth said. "It's just that your healers aren't conversant with the side-effects and dangers of the drugs some of the rescuees are taking."
"Then those things need to be explained to them. But the rescuees wish to leave."
"We didn't mean to make them feel unwelcome."
Teyla reached across the desk and laid her hand on Elizabeth's. "They are very grateful. If a cure is found, some may return here to join you in your fight against the Wraith, but they need to do what is necessary until then. Please, do not feel you have failed them."
"What about the one involved with Sergeant Lenoir? Amaro? And wasn't one of the women involved with one of the cooks?"
"I do not know what Amaro will decide. Veza is the woman who was involved with a cook, but it was but briefly. She has not yet decided whether to go or stay."
Elizabeth nodded, remembering Veza's pregnancy. Miraculously, the child's gross development didn't appear to have been significantly affected by the virus or the cocktail of drugs she'd been on, but it was too early to know whether that would continue to be true or what changes, too small to be seen at this point, had been wrought. "Well, they aren't prisoners here. They aren't contagious. We can't make them stay and we won't. If what Veza is asking is permission, I can't grant them that. I can, however, give them my blessing... and I do."
Teyla smiled. "Thank you, Elizabeth. They did not wish to offend you."
"They should probably see our doctors one more time and we need to set up a meeting between one of our doctors and your healers. Probably some sort of schedule of visits as well so we can monitor their condition while Carson finds the cure." She opened her laptop and started making notes. "Oh. And for those involved in the trial, it needs to wait till the trial is over. We're hoping that won't take long."
"How is that proceeding?"
"The two attorneys are finishing up preparations. Once that's done, the trial should begin within a couple of days."
"Very well. I will be certain to tell them." Teyla squeezed Elizabeth's hand and stood. "Thank you for understanding."
***
"So, you're not just wanting to do this for me?" Rodney asked, staring up at the ceiling in the darkened room.
Carson grunted and rolled over, blinking at Rodney sleepily. "What?"
"John. You aren't interested in taking him in as another partner just for me?"
Carson looked surprised at the question. "No! It's important to me that you care for him and want him, but I'd never take on a lover I didn't want as well."
Rodney took an unsteady breath. "Until you cure this thing... you two... well, you two will be having a lot more sex with each other than with me."
He looked up to see Carson studying him seriously. "That's true. We will, like as not." He smiled gently. "But we'll both be wanting you."
Rodney chuckled, even as his stomach fluttered with nerves. "Do you... do you think he'll be interested?"
"Probably, but he might take a bit of convincing." Carson reached over and laid a hand on Rodney's chest. "Do you want to ask him?"
Rodney bit his lip. "I think I do. But, um, only if you do."
Carson leaned over and kissed him. "I do." He slipped across Rodney, pressing down on him. "I want to make love to both of you, to watch you and him together, to have him here while we're together, to have you watch us, but more than that, I want to make the pain leave his eyes and I want to see you happy again, love."
"I just hope we aren't making a mistake," Rodney said, slipping his arms around Carson, their bodies pressing, moving together naturally.
Carson ground down against him, one hand sweeping up Rodney's side. "We'll make it work, love."
***
Ronon finished his stretches and began running, concentrating on the rhythm of his running. He'd dropped by the rescuees' area to see if Sheppard wanted to run with him, but the man wasn't there. Someone said they thought Sheppard had gone running by himself. Ronon idly wondered if he could catch up to the other man. He usually had to slow down for Sheppard to keep pace.
He let himself sprint all-out for a while, enjoying just letting go. He soon left the more populated areas of the city behind, running his usual circuit. He came around a corner and skidded to a stop, blinking at the figure curled on the floor.
"You okay?"
Sheppard looked up at him. "Not quite. Got to feeling dizzy, so I decided to lie down before I fell down."
"Is it going away at all?" Ronon asked, squatting down beside him.
"A little bit," Sheppard said, but he didn't sound convincing.
"Okay," Ronon said, eyeing him. "Should I call the infirmary?"
Sheppard sighed. "I'd really rather not cause that much drama. Look, can you just help me up and make sure I get there without face-planting?"
"Okay." Ronon stood and helped Sheppard up while the man leaned on him heavily. Ronon couldn't help but notice how much bonier Sheppard felt. It made him want to hit something. "Come on. I'll go slow."
***
Rodney paced nervously. "Are... are we sure about this?"
Carson came up behind him and slipped his arms around him. "Just relax, love. The worst he can do is say no."
"The worst he can do is never speak to us again."
Carson kissed the nape of his neck. "But he won't and you know that."
Rodney relaxed back against him. "I know. I just--"
The door chimed. Carson went and answered it, smiling at John standing there. "John. Come in."
Rodney studied John as he entered. He looked gaunt and exhausted, frail, which was something Rodney had never considered John to be.
"How are you?" Carson asked.
"Fine," John answered.
Carson laid a hand on John's arm. "John. We don't want the canned answer."
"You look terrible," Rodney blurted out.
"Gee, thanks, Rodney," John said, then looked back at Carson. "Tell me this new anti-depressant's not going to wipe me out all the time."
Carson led him to the couch. "Your body adjusts after a time."
"It's helping, right?" Rodney asked, sitting down next to John.
"Well, I've been too out of it to contemplate blowing my brains out if that's what you mean."
"Sorry. I-I just meant--"
"It's all right, Rodney," Carson interrupted. "I'll get the food. Rodney, you put the movie on."
"What are we watching?" John asked, relaxing back.
"It's a bunch of Wallace and Gromit," Rodney answered, digging the disk with Wrong Trousers out.
"Oh? Cool."
Carson returned with a bowl of buttered popcorn and settled on the other side of John. "All right, love. I think we're ready."
Rodney settled back on the couch, thinking about the conversation they were planning to have later, and hoped Carson was right.
***
John chuckled here and there at the antics on the screen and then fell silent. Carson glanced over at John as the train set chase scene was in progress and realised he was asleep. "Rodney," he whispered, getting his lover's attention.
Rodney looked over and saw John was asleep. "What do we do?" he asked quietly.
Carson considered a moment, then reached out and shook John's arm. John muttered unintelligibly.
"Come on, John. Let's get you to bed."
"What? In our bed?"
"I don't think he's up to walking home."
Rodney made a shocked little squeak.
Carson rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to do anything, Rodney, except let him sleep." He pulled John up, holding on hard as the other man draped himself over his shoulders. Carson slowly shuffled him into the bedroom as Rodney trailed along behind and then gently lowered John to the bed. "Get his shoes and socks off," he instructed, fingers going to John's fly.
"What are you--?"
"I'm taking his jeans off," Carson answered. "He might as well be comfortable."
The two of them stripped John to tee shirt and boxers and manhandled him into the bed, then Carson grabbed Rodney's hand. "Let's go take a shower and let him sleep."
"A shower?"
Carson slipped both hands around Rodney's hips, pressing up against him. "Aye. A shower... a long, hot shower."
"Oh." Rodney shuddered and let Carson pull him into the bathroom.
***
John awoke, his nerves burning with pain. His hand was curled on someone's chest, warm and masculine. The sense of solidity and broad shoulders made him think of Amaro and Ri. Still befuddled, he let his hand stroke slowly down his bedmate's chest and was surprised when a hand closed over his, stopping him.
"John," a soft, Scottish burr said.
He blinked his eyes open, belatedly realising the scent was all wrong for Amaro or Ri. Carson was lying next to him, Rodney curled up against Carson's other side. All three of them were in boxers and tees-- decent enough-- and he couldn't remember anything past closing his eyes for a moment while watching Wallace and Gromit with them. "Ummmm..." he said groggily.
"It's all right. You just fell asleep," Carson said gently.
Rodney shifted in his sleep, throwing an arm and leg over Carson, at once possessive and familiar and John looked away, motioning vaguely in the direction of the bathroom. "I've got to..."
Carson nodded.
John slipped from the bed and headed into the bathroom, hearing the bed shift behind him and Rodney's sleep-heavy mumble and then the distinct sound of a kiss.
God! There were times he just wanted to beat his head against a wall till he was senseless. The scent of both men clung to him and he was hard as a rock. The memory of Carson fucking Rodney came to his mind unbidden.
He wanted...
He wanted.
There on the sink sat a tube of lube, as if the universe was reading his mind. He yanked his boxers down, picked up the tube and squirted some out into his hand. He quickly coated the fingers of his other hand and then spread the rest over his cock. He wrapped his hand around his erection and began slowly pumping while he slipped the other back to smear slick around his hole, closing his eyes and imagining he was doing this-- preparing himself-- for Carson and Rodney as he pushed one finger inside.
Next Chapter
Author: The Time Being/SGAtlantisLight
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Genre: Smutty angst, H/C
Rating: NC-17 overall, though some chapters are lower
Author's Notes: Part of the No Precious Time Series. Beta and encouragement from a lot of people, but especially lapislaz, mice1900, and inkscribe.
Warnings can be found here for those who can't read without them. These contain plot spoilers so do not read unless you can't live without knowing.
Disclaimer: I own them all! But, alas, not in this universe.
Previous chapter
"If lyrics make people do things, how come we don't love each other?" - Frank Zappa
Carson stepped out of the transporter and saw Rodney there waiting.
"Is he okay?" Rodney asked.
Carson nodded, trying not to think of the scene he'd arrived to-- John, out cold, wrists still bound to the bed, hair sweat-plastered to his head, lips red and swollen, semen dotting his stomach and chest and slicking his thighs and arsecheeks. The whole area reeked of sweat and sex and most of the rescuees that crowded around were naked or nearly so. Carson had been both aroused and disturbed by the thought of what had been going on. He'd had to fight to control himself as he'd touched the other man. And now... Carson pulled Rodney back to their quarters and then pushed him over the desk, already undoing Rodney's pants as the door slid shut.
"Carson?" Rodney gasped.
"They'd been having an orgy," Carson growled into his ear. "He was tied to the bed..." Carson pulled out the small tube of lube that had taken up permanent residence in his pocket and began slicking Rodney up as he talked. "His mouth was red and wet and swollen, like someone had fucked it and fucked it..." He undid his own trousers, pulling his cock out and coating it with the lube left on his fingers. "And his arse, so slick with come..."
"Oh, God!" Rodney groaned as Carson pushed into him.
"Need you so badly!" Carson pounded into Rodney, surrendering himself to the arousal which had flashed through him at the sight, feeling Rodney pushing back against him, opening to him, grateful that Rodney understood his desperation.
It was only a few thrusts before Carson was throbbing into Rodney's body, a shudder of pleasure going through him as Rodney's body clenched around him, the smell of Rodney's semen filling his nostrils.
***
"May I speak with you a moment, Elizabeth?"
Elizabeth looked up from her desk. "Of course. Come in." She closed her laptop and moved it aside. "What can I do for you, Teyla?"
The Athosian woman hesitated a moment. "The woman Veza came to speak to me the other day. She and the others who were rescued... feel that perhaps Atlantis is not the best place for them, given your people's... sexual ethics."
Elizabeth sighed. "I'm sorry that it's caused difficulty, but it's ingrained. Even people who might be willing to step outside those ethics are likely to face disdain from others on the expedition and feelings of guilt. I thought it best to establish some guidelines to begin with."
Teyla nodded. "I understand. Nonetheless, remaining here is causing them great difficulties. However, my own people are more... flexible in such matters, which is why Veza approached me. I have spoken to them on behalf of the rescuees. The rescuees, at least those without homeworlds to return to, would like to come live among my people."
"They understand they'd be away from easy access to the infirmary?"
"We have healers among my people. While they do not have access to all your medicines and devices, they are well-trained."
"Of course. I didn't mean to imply otherwise," Elizabeth said. "It's just that your healers aren't conversant with the side-effects and dangers of the drugs some of the rescuees are taking."
"Then those things need to be explained to them. But the rescuees wish to leave."
"We didn't mean to make them feel unwelcome."
Teyla reached across the desk and laid her hand on Elizabeth's. "They are very grateful. If a cure is found, some may return here to join you in your fight against the Wraith, but they need to do what is necessary until then. Please, do not feel you have failed them."
"What about the one involved with Sergeant Lenoir? Amaro? And wasn't one of the women involved with one of the cooks?"
"I do not know what Amaro will decide. Veza is the woman who was involved with a cook, but it was but briefly. She has not yet decided whether to go or stay."
Elizabeth nodded, remembering Veza's pregnancy. Miraculously, the child's gross development didn't appear to have been significantly affected by the virus or the cocktail of drugs she'd been on, but it was too early to know whether that would continue to be true or what changes, too small to be seen at this point, had been wrought. "Well, they aren't prisoners here. They aren't contagious. We can't make them stay and we won't. If what Veza is asking is permission, I can't grant them that. I can, however, give them my blessing... and I do."
Teyla smiled. "Thank you, Elizabeth. They did not wish to offend you."
"They should probably see our doctors one more time and we need to set up a meeting between one of our doctors and your healers. Probably some sort of schedule of visits as well so we can monitor their condition while Carson finds the cure." She opened her laptop and started making notes. "Oh. And for those involved in the trial, it needs to wait till the trial is over. We're hoping that won't take long."
"How is that proceeding?"
"The two attorneys are finishing up preparations. Once that's done, the trial should begin within a couple of days."
"Very well. I will be certain to tell them." Teyla squeezed Elizabeth's hand and stood. "Thank you for understanding."
***
"So, you're not just wanting to do this for me?" Rodney asked, staring up at the ceiling in the darkened room.
Carson grunted and rolled over, blinking at Rodney sleepily. "What?"
"John. You aren't interested in taking him in as another partner just for me?"
Carson looked surprised at the question. "No! It's important to me that you care for him and want him, but I'd never take on a lover I didn't want as well."
Rodney took an unsteady breath. "Until you cure this thing... you two... well, you two will be having a lot more sex with each other than with me."
He looked up to see Carson studying him seriously. "That's true. We will, like as not." He smiled gently. "But we'll both be wanting you."
Rodney chuckled, even as his stomach fluttered with nerves. "Do you... do you think he'll be interested?"
"Probably, but he might take a bit of convincing." Carson reached over and laid a hand on Rodney's chest. "Do you want to ask him?"
Rodney bit his lip. "I think I do. But, um, only if you do."
Carson leaned over and kissed him. "I do." He slipped across Rodney, pressing down on him. "I want to make love to both of you, to watch you and him together, to have him here while we're together, to have you watch us, but more than that, I want to make the pain leave his eyes and I want to see you happy again, love."
"I just hope we aren't making a mistake," Rodney said, slipping his arms around Carson, their bodies pressing, moving together naturally.
Carson ground down against him, one hand sweeping up Rodney's side. "We'll make it work, love."
***
Ronon finished his stretches and began running, concentrating on the rhythm of his running. He'd dropped by the rescuees' area to see if Sheppard wanted to run with him, but the man wasn't there. Someone said they thought Sheppard had gone running by himself. Ronon idly wondered if he could catch up to the other man. He usually had to slow down for Sheppard to keep pace.
He let himself sprint all-out for a while, enjoying just letting go. He soon left the more populated areas of the city behind, running his usual circuit. He came around a corner and skidded to a stop, blinking at the figure curled on the floor.
"You okay?"
Sheppard looked up at him. "Not quite. Got to feeling dizzy, so I decided to lie down before I fell down."
"Is it going away at all?" Ronon asked, squatting down beside him.
"A little bit," Sheppard said, but he didn't sound convincing.
"Okay," Ronon said, eyeing him. "Should I call the infirmary?"
Sheppard sighed. "I'd really rather not cause that much drama. Look, can you just help me up and make sure I get there without face-planting?"
"Okay." Ronon stood and helped Sheppard up while the man leaned on him heavily. Ronon couldn't help but notice how much bonier Sheppard felt. It made him want to hit something. "Come on. I'll go slow."
***
Rodney paced nervously. "Are... are we sure about this?"
Carson came up behind him and slipped his arms around him. "Just relax, love. The worst he can do is say no."
"The worst he can do is never speak to us again."
Carson kissed the nape of his neck. "But he won't and you know that."
Rodney relaxed back against him. "I know. I just--"
The door chimed. Carson went and answered it, smiling at John standing there. "John. Come in."
Rodney studied John as he entered. He looked gaunt and exhausted, frail, which was something Rodney had never considered John to be.
"How are you?" Carson asked.
"Fine," John answered.
Carson laid a hand on John's arm. "John. We don't want the canned answer."
"You look terrible," Rodney blurted out.
"Gee, thanks, Rodney," John said, then looked back at Carson. "Tell me this new anti-depressant's not going to wipe me out all the time."
Carson led him to the couch. "Your body adjusts after a time."
"It's helping, right?" Rodney asked, sitting down next to John.
"Well, I've been too out of it to contemplate blowing my brains out if that's what you mean."
"Sorry. I-I just meant--"
"It's all right, Rodney," Carson interrupted. "I'll get the food. Rodney, you put the movie on."
"What are we watching?" John asked, relaxing back.
"It's a bunch of Wallace and Gromit," Rodney answered, digging the disk with Wrong Trousers out.
"Oh? Cool."
Carson returned with a bowl of buttered popcorn and settled on the other side of John. "All right, love. I think we're ready."
Rodney settled back on the couch, thinking about the conversation they were planning to have later, and hoped Carson was right.
***
John chuckled here and there at the antics on the screen and then fell silent. Carson glanced over at John as the train set chase scene was in progress and realised he was asleep. "Rodney," he whispered, getting his lover's attention.
Rodney looked over and saw John was asleep. "What do we do?" he asked quietly.
Carson considered a moment, then reached out and shook John's arm. John muttered unintelligibly.
"Come on, John. Let's get you to bed."
"What? In our bed?"
"I don't think he's up to walking home."
Rodney made a shocked little squeak.
Carson rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to do anything, Rodney, except let him sleep." He pulled John up, holding on hard as the other man draped himself over his shoulders. Carson slowly shuffled him into the bedroom as Rodney trailed along behind and then gently lowered John to the bed. "Get his shoes and socks off," he instructed, fingers going to John's fly.
"What are you--?"
"I'm taking his jeans off," Carson answered. "He might as well be comfortable."
The two of them stripped John to tee shirt and boxers and manhandled him into the bed, then Carson grabbed Rodney's hand. "Let's go take a shower and let him sleep."
"A shower?"
Carson slipped both hands around Rodney's hips, pressing up against him. "Aye. A shower... a long, hot shower."
"Oh." Rodney shuddered and let Carson pull him into the bathroom.
***
John awoke, his nerves burning with pain. His hand was curled on someone's chest, warm and masculine. The sense of solidity and broad shoulders made him think of Amaro and Ri. Still befuddled, he let his hand stroke slowly down his bedmate's chest and was surprised when a hand closed over his, stopping him.
"John," a soft, Scottish burr said.
He blinked his eyes open, belatedly realising the scent was all wrong for Amaro or Ri. Carson was lying next to him, Rodney curled up against Carson's other side. All three of them were in boxers and tees-- decent enough-- and he couldn't remember anything past closing his eyes for a moment while watching Wallace and Gromit with them. "Ummmm..." he said groggily.
"It's all right. You just fell asleep," Carson said gently.
Rodney shifted in his sleep, throwing an arm and leg over Carson, at once possessive and familiar and John looked away, motioning vaguely in the direction of the bathroom. "I've got to..."
Carson nodded.
John slipped from the bed and headed into the bathroom, hearing the bed shift behind him and Rodney's sleep-heavy mumble and then the distinct sound of a kiss.
God! There were times he just wanted to beat his head against a wall till he was senseless. The scent of both men clung to him and he was hard as a rock. The memory of Carson fucking Rodney came to his mind unbidden.
He wanted...
He wanted.
There on the sink sat a tube of lube, as if the universe was reading his mind. He yanked his boxers down, picked up the tube and squirted some out into his hand. He quickly coated the fingers of his other hand and then spread the rest over his cock. He wrapped his hand around his erection and began slowly pumping while he slipped the other back to smear slick around his hole, closing his eyes and imagining he was doing this-- preparing himself-- for Carson and Rodney as he pushed one finger inside.
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