Fic: Random Acts (NC-17)
Title: Random Acts
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Sheppard, Zelenka, Beckett
Relationships: McKay/Sheppard, Zelenka/Beckett
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Much sex, much violence. This is a cruel, cruel cliffhanger. If you don't like waiting for resolution, you might want to wait till I get the next part done.
Spoilers: SG-1's season 7 "Fragile Balance"
Summary: Part 6 of the Broken Series
Disclaimer: The characters, the setting, etc. are NOT mine, even if I wish they were.
Back in their new apartment, the two men drew together, pleasantly strung out from the evening they'd had. Rodney kept thinking he was going to wake up and find it had all been a dream. John had proposed and he had said yes. They had danced. In public. John had proposed. God, John had proposed. In public. They had kissed. In front of everyone. He'd said yes. And everyone knew.
Maybe the whole thing was just some drug fantasy brought on by the grrreen and he'd wake up still on that godforsaken trade planet and find out the whole relationship was just an hallucination.
In public.
John had proposed.
He'd said yes.
And everyone had been there.
John pushed him back against their closed door and kissed him, not in the hurried and desperate manner of a man stealing illicit time with a secret lover, but in a slow, languid confidence of someone who knew there would be many more days of this.
Okay. Not a grrreen dream. This was far too real.
In public?
"John, your career?"
"Didn't you read the memo Weir sent out, Rodney?"
"Yes, but... it only applies here. The Atlantis mission may not be forever. What if--"
John stopped him with a finger to his mouth. "Rodney, we'll worry about that if it happens. You worry too much, you know?"
"Merely making up for you."
John smirked. "What, me and my 'Get killed; Get noticed' attitude?"
"Something like that, yes."
John leaned in close, his hands slipping up under Rodney's tee shirt. "Right now, all I want you to worry about is how fast we can get naked and into our new bed." And then they were kissing again.
Fiancé. This was his fiancé.
This was for real. No secrets. No hiding.
They could be in love.
In public.
***
Carson sat curled up on Zelenka's sofa, the Czech scientist snuggled up against him, Carson's arms around him. Carson read. "... Your cousin Meera sends her love as well. I'm looking forward to the next time you have leave and hope you'll bring some of your friends along for a visit again. I would love to meet more of them. Speaking of which, give my love to Rodney. Love, Mum."
"Your mother has met Rodney?" Radek asked.
"Oh, aye. They got along famously, if you'd believe it. But then, me mum's a saint."
"She would have to be," Radek joked.
Carson kissed the back of Radek's neck. "You've been very quiet all day. Are you ever going to tell me what's happened?"
Zelenka let out a long sigh.
"What is it, love? Please, tell me."
"Anezka has found someone else," Radek said quietly.
They were silent for a moment, Radek allowing himself to relax into Carson's arms and take comfort from the solidity of the other man.
"Are you all right?" Carson asked, finally.
"Is my brother, Damek," Radek said. "His wife died two years ago-- cancer-- and he has been there for them when I could not be. He has been only father Jiri has ever known."
"Oh, God. Your own brother."
"We both knew it might be permanent. We gave each other permission to see other people, take lovers. I didn't want her waiting for me, knowing I might never be able to come home. I had thought, though, that once we got back in contact with earth..." He sighed. "But I think it was too late, then. They had already fallen in love."
"I'm sorry, love. I'm so, so sorry." He could hear in Carson's voice that the expression was heartfelt.
***
They'd spent ages just exploring each other's bodies with hands and mouths and tongues and skin. They'd hung on the edge of climax for hours it seemed, yet they neither one hurried to push their bodies over that precipice.
Now John had finally given in to desire, having opened the lube and started to reach between his legs to slick himself up for Rodney, but his lover... his fiancé... had stopped him, guiding John's hand to his own cock instead.
"It's been a while," Rodney said, then reached for the lube himself.
John watched, his hand working slowly spreading slickness on his cock, as Rodney sat up on his knees and slipped his hand between his own legs. John watched as Rodney spread his ass cheeks slightly and slicked between them. He watched as Rodney worked a finger inside and slowly fingerfucked himself, watching John watch him. John moaned as a second finger and then a third joined the first, each time followed by an agonisingly slow rhythm of thrust and withdrawal. By the time Rodney straddled him, knees on either side of John's hips, he was that close to begging. But then Rodney was positioning him and sliding onto him in a long smooth glide.
They made love slowly and intensely, spinning out the pleasure to a single exquisite thread binding them together. John realised with a start that for the first time this didn't feel vaguely dirty and clandestine. He had never known how much the secrecy had affected his feelings.
But this... this felt right, and true, and free.
***
Carson let his hands work automatically, one brushing across Radek's chest, tweaking at nipples, running fingernails through surprisingly thick chest hair, avoiding the angry red scar that he'd never been entirely happy with, while the other kept up the rhythm on his lover's cock. The feel of his lover, back pressed into his chest, was a warm and sensual backdrop to his more immediate sensations. His concentration was on the taste of Radek's neck and shoulder, the feel of the pulse beating fast and strong under his kisses. There had been too many days where he thought he'd never feel it again and it scared him to realise how devastated the thought had made him.
Radek was murmuring in Czech, barely audible, hips thrusting, head bent to expose more of his neck to Carson's mouth. And then Radek gasped, his head falling back hard against Carson's shoulder, his body arching forward, and Carson felt Radek's cock pulsing in his hand, the warm jets of semen on the hand around Radek's cock, and a splatter of semen on the hand that had been slowly circling a nipple. Radek was frozen in a moment of perfect pleasure, and then collapsed bonelessly back against him, still gasping for breath. His lover's hand slid around his, uncaring at the sticky mess of his semen sliding between their hands.
"Bože!" Radek said finally. "Was... ohromující..."
Carson chuckled. "I don't speak Czech, love, but I'll take that as a compliment."
He sat just holding his lover and feeling Radek's breathing and pulse slow, body relaxing. He was still hard as hell, but for now it was enough just to have Radek warm and alive in his arms.
His lover felt so relaxed that he was sure that Radek was asleep until he spoke. "What is it like?"
"What's what like, love?"
"To have someone inside you, making love to you?"
He considered for a moment. "Physically, it can be a bit uncomfortable at first, even painful if you're not ready and relaxed, but then your body adjusts and it's at least not bad and probably better than that. If he finds the right angle to stimulate your prostate, it can be bloody well mind-blowing."
Radek nodded. "And what about non-physical aspects?"
"I'm not sure I can put it into words, love." He thought. "It's like... It's a surrendering of yourself, giving yourself to him. It's different than making love with your cock. That's almost external, an extension of yourself. But taking someone into your body... you feel... connected in a way that's not just physical. You lose part of yourself. It's like... like he's laid claim to you, left something of himself inside of you, and I don't mean semen, but something... spiritual, somehow. A part of you is forever his."
He felt Radek shudder.
"Are you all right, love?"
"And you feel this way with me? When we... when I have been inside you?"
Carson kissed the side of Radek's neck, wondering what his lover was thinking and feeling just then. "Yes, love, I do."
Radek was silent, but he could feel the hitch in his breathing.
"What is it?" Carson asked. "What's wrong?" He wished now that he could see Radek's face better, see what was going on in those pale blue eyes.
Radek took a shuddering breath. "When I was in infirmary... and you were so close... but we couldn't touch and you couldn't hold me, I..." He swallowed hard. "I... wanted you. I wanted to feel you, to feel what you have felt. I wanted you inside me." His voice was breathy, needy, but also frightened.
Carson felt himself grow harder at that thought. He had never pushed Radek to do anything he was uncomfortable with. He had never imagined hearing his lover say those words. His voice was low as he replied. "I'll not deny that I've wanted to be inside you, love. But you also know I'd never, ever do anything you weren't completely comfortable doing. I wouldn't even ask it of you, because I don't want you to feel pressured to do something you're not ready for."
Radek was quiet and Carson wondered if the conversation was ended for the night. Then the Czech said, voice still slightly frightened, "Ask me, Carson. Ask me to do this."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, please. I need you to ask me."
Carson shut his eyes, feelings warring within him. He wanted this so very badly. But what they had now was wonderful and lovely and he didn't want to ruin it by pushing Radek to something he would regret.
"Tell me what you are thinking," Radek said.
Carson pulled his lover tightly to his chest and gave in, whispering. "I'm thinking how badly I want you. How wonderful it would be to be inside you, sliding deep into you and knowing you wanted me... and coming inside you, filling you..."
Radek shuddered. "Ask me," he gasped.
Carson kissed the side of his neck, feeling the pulse pounding again. "Radek, love, can I make love to you? I want to be inside you. I need to be inside you..."
The Czech stopped breathing as the seconds ticked by, one second, two seconds, three... four... five..., then let out a ragged breath. "Yes. Take me, Carson. Make me yours."
***
They had barely caught their breath, lying side by side, muscles still twitching from the exertion, when John rolled to straddle him and began kissing him again, passionate and needy. Rodney had chuckled.
"What's so funny?" John asked.
"You. I'm not sure I've ever seen you so horny."
John grinned, lust filling his eyes. "I never knew getting engaged would be such a turn-on." One finger traced the ring Rodney now wore, then traced the hand, and then the arm, reaching the shoulder and then slipping down to a nipple.
Rodney moaned, feeling himself growing hard just from that touch and the look in John's eyes. "God, John, if we keep on like this, Elizabeth's going to have to nullify the new protocols in the hopes of having her chief military and chief science heads actually conscious and capable of walking during the day."
"Walking's overrated," John said, then kissed his fiancé as Rodney started to open his mouth in protest.
***
"Just relax, love. Let your body get used to me."
Radek nodded, shaking slightly.
Carson kissed him, then whispered into his ear. "You feel so good, love. Hot and tight and I could almost come right now, but I want to make you feel good, oh, so good." He wrapped a hand around Radek's cock.
Radek moaned and thrust upward, fucking Carson's hand, even as it drove Carson's cock deeper in to him.
"Oh, God, yes," Carson moaned. "Please, tell me you're ready," he almost begged.
"I'm ready." Radek almost seemed surpised to say it. Carson slid deeper, surprised at the almost immediate groan and shudder of pleasure from Radek. The Czech closed his eyes. Carson could hear him muttering as he started a slow thrusting rhythm, though he couldn't make out all the words. "Ano... ano... neuvěřitelně... vzrušený..."
It occurred to Carson that if he and Radek were going to be so intimate that some knowledge of Czech might be in order. He imagined Radek's reaction if he could talk dirty to the man in his native tongue.
***
"Oh, God! I think I broke something," Rodney sighed.
John chuckled. "We really do need to get some sleep. A lot of work in the morning."
"No kidding. I've got to get Achebe up to speed on Collins's work and help Kavanaugh get his research out of mothballs and up to speed on the work that we've done on the projects that couldn't be stopped. And you know that's not going to be pretty."
"Hm. Yeah, not easy. And I've got people to work into teams and a new pilot to introduce to the puddlejumper controls."
"A new pilot?"
"Yup. Got the ATA gene in spades, too. Naturally. Kinda weird really. His name's O'Neill. Jack O'Neill, just like--."
Rodney sat straight up and looked at John with wide eyes. "Jack O'Neill? How old would you guess?"
"Um... Really young. Just out of flight training school. 18, 19... something like that."
Rodney let out a string of excited profanity and practically levitated off the bed, dashing to John's laptop. It occurred to John that he really should change his password to one Rodney didn't know as he watched his fiancé pull up the files on the new military personnel, select Jack O'Neill's file and scan through it, becoming more and more excited as he read. "It's him, it's him, Jesus fucking Christ, it's him!"
"It's who, Rodney?" asked John in confusion. Surely, Rodney didn't think this kid...
"It's the mini-Jack. The clone! I can't believe this!"
"Rodney, what the hell are you talking about?"
"There was a clone made of General O'Neill, only he was a colonel then, and this is him."
"A clone? As in, you know, a clone?"
"Did I stutter? Yes, a clone. There was this rogue Asgard and..." Rodney waved his hands about, too excited to even finish the story and knowing John would understand anyway. "He didn't want to keep in touch, though, so I'm surprised... No, actually, this makes sense. He gets to go through the Stargate again, but it's a whole galaxy away. Wow. Carson is just going to come in his pants when he sees this."
"Rodney! I did not need that image, thank you very much."
McKay turned and fixed his fiancé with an evil grin. "Oh, Carson in the throes of an orgasm is not something to be sneered at, John, let me tell you."
John froze. "You... you and Carson?!"
"What? No. No! I would have told you. No, I just, ah, walked into his quarters a little too early in the morning one time back in Antarctica and got quite an eyeful. I must have set a record for cold showers in the next couple of week."
"So, you never...?"
"Oh, I was tempted, but I wasn't entirely sure he would be interested and he was a friend, one of two I had in Antarctica. I didn't want to screw that up."
"You weren't worried about screwing things up with me?" John asked, genuinely curious.
"I was terrified, actually, though I did at least know from our experience with grrreen that you had some interest."
John smiled. "There is that, I suppose. Still, it disturbs me to think that somewhere, in some parallel dimension, you and Carson Beckett are probably lovers." He paused and added, "Assuming he'd be interested."
"Oh, I think he would," Rodney answered smugly.
"Why? Because you're God's gift to gay men and dumb blondes everywhere?"
"Oh, well, that goes without saying," Rodney answered. "But I didn't actually know if Carson was gay back then. But I have good reason to think that he's Radek's rebound guy, so to speak, which certainly is suggestive." He didn't see John's grimace at that, but continued on, pursuing John's comment. "That's an interesting thought-- a parallel world where Carson and I are lovers. Of course, most of the parallels would have us dying horribly upon first arriving in Atlantis because there was no failsafe, but still..."
"Remind me again why I proposed to you," John sniped, smiling.
Rodney grinned and climbed back into bed with his fiancé. "Because I am 'soft, warm, sexy Rodney.'"
John groaned. "Geek!"
"Skinny-assed bastard," Rodney said, kissing him, then cuddling into him.
"Good night, Rodney."
"Good night, John."
***
"What the hell is Kavanaugh thinking?" Rodney groused. "Radek, where's Kavanaugh?"
"Investigating shield power fluctuation near east pier," Zelenka answered tiredly.
"Hey, you okay?" Rodney asked. "If you need to work into things more slowly..."
"No, I am fine. I just did not get enough sleep last night." Radek flashed him a smiled.
"Oh? Oh!" He suddenly got it. "Well, I'd love to stay and chat... No, actually I wouldn't, but anyway, I need to track down Kavanaugh. And why the hell are you letting him look into the power fluctuations anyway?"
Radek shrugged. "He offered. Was concerned that it might stress me too much."
Rodney shook his head. "I'm going to have to insult the hell out of him till we get him back to normal. Disliking him right now is sort of like kicking a puppy."
***
Rodney had just stepped out of the transporter, grousing under his breath about Kavanaugh, when he heard the step behind him. He was just starting to turn when his head exploded into white hot pain and the world went black.
Moments or eons later, he awoke to the feeling of someone removing his earpiece. He was woozy and disoriented and could feel a soft warm trickle at the back of his head. A hand gripped his hair, yanking his head up and hot breath puffed against his ear.
The voice came out as an angry whisper. "I see you're awake, you fucking ass-licking fag."
His blood ran cold, images of Alain flashing across his memory. "Please," he found himself begging, "don't kill me."
He tried to turn to look at his attacker, to struggle away, but the hand yanked into his hair harder, holding him in place. "Oh, I won't kill you, yet," his attacker whispered. "I'm just going to make you wish you'd never been born, cocksucker."
Then his attacker slammed his face into the floor. The world went black again, then he was awakened by pain as a foot connected with his abdomen. He curled in protectively and felt a vicious kick to his head. He raised his arms to shield his head and felt something slam into them, hearing and feeling the crack. Another kick to his ribs, feeling ribs break.
"Don't hurt me," he begged. "I'll never do it again. Please, Paul..."
The hand was in his hair again, yanking him up. "Fucking fag. How many men have you ruined?" His chin connected with the floor first this time and he felt the snap as his jaw felt unhinged.
Ohgodohgodohgod...
Rodney McKay had endured beatings, but nothing like this. The world was going grey, with flashes of red and white as the blows and kicks landed, skin splitting, bones giving way before the onslaught. Then sudden cessation and he hoped beyond hope that it was over.
His head was being yanked back again. "Okay, now I'm going to kill you," his attacker whispered again.
There was something cold and wet against his mouth, the hand forcing his broken jaw down to open his mouth, and a flow of something wet and sour and... lemon was on his tongue.
And Rodney McKay knew he was going to die.
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Sheppard, Zelenka, Beckett
Relationships: McKay/Sheppard, Zelenka/Beckett
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Much sex, much violence. This is a cruel, cruel cliffhanger. If you don't like waiting for resolution, you might want to wait till I get the next part done.
Spoilers: SG-1's season 7 "Fragile Balance"
Summary: Part 6 of the Broken Series
Disclaimer: The characters, the setting, etc. are NOT mine, even if I wish they were.
Back in their new apartment, the two men drew together, pleasantly strung out from the evening they'd had. Rodney kept thinking he was going to wake up and find it had all been a dream. John had proposed and he had said yes. They had danced. In public. John had proposed. God, John had proposed. In public. They had kissed. In front of everyone. He'd said yes. And everyone knew.
Maybe the whole thing was just some drug fantasy brought on by the grrreen and he'd wake up still on that godforsaken trade planet and find out the whole relationship was just an hallucination.
In public.
John had proposed.
He'd said yes.
And everyone had been there.
John pushed him back against their closed door and kissed him, not in the hurried and desperate manner of a man stealing illicit time with a secret lover, but in a slow, languid confidence of someone who knew there would be many more days of this.
Okay. Not a grrreen dream. This was far too real.
In public?
"John, your career?"
"Didn't you read the memo Weir sent out, Rodney?"
"Yes, but... it only applies here. The Atlantis mission may not be forever. What if--"
John stopped him with a finger to his mouth. "Rodney, we'll worry about that if it happens. You worry too much, you know?"
"Merely making up for you."
John smirked. "What, me and my 'Get killed; Get noticed' attitude?"
"Something like that, yes."
John leaned in close, his hands slipping up under Rodney's tee shirt. "Right now, all I want you to worry about is how fast we can get naked and into our new bed." And then they were kissing again.
Fiancé. This was his fiancé.
This was for real. No secrets. No hiding.
They could be in love.
In public.
***
Carson sat curled up on Zelenka's sofa, the Czech scientist snuggled up against him, Carson's arms around him. Carson read. "... Your cousin Meera sends her love as well. I'm looking forward to the next time you have leave and hope you'll bring some of your friends along for a visit again. I would love to meet more of them. Speaking of which, give my love to Rodney. Love, Mum."
"Your mother has met Rodney?" Radek asked.
"Oh, aye. They got along famously, if you'd believe it. But then, me mum's a saint."
"She would have to be," Radek joked.
Carson kissed the back of Radek's neck. "You've been very quiet all day. Are you ever going to tell me what's happened?"
Zelenka let out a long sigh.
"What is it, love? Please, tell me."
"Anezka has found someone else," Radek said quietly.
They were silent for a moment, Radek allowing himself to relax into Carson's arms and take comfort from the solidity of the other man.
"Are you all right?" Carson asked, finally.
"Is my brother, Damek," Radek said. "His wife died two years ago-- cancer-- and he has been there for them when I could not be. He has been only father Jiri has ever known."
"Oh, God. Your own brother."
"We both knew it might be permanent. We gave each other permission to see other people, take lovers. I didn't want her waiting for me, knowing I might never be able to come home. I had thought, though, that once we got back in contact with earth..." He sighed. "But I think it was too late, then. They had already fallen in love."
"I'm sorry, love. I'm so, so sorry." He could hear in Carson's voice that the expression was heartfelt.
***
They'd spent ages just exploring each other's bodies with hands and mouths and tongues and skin. They'd hung on the edge of climax for hours it seemed, yet they neither one hurried to push their bodies over that precipice.
Now John had finally given in to desire, having opened the lube and started to reach between his legs to slick himself up for Rodney, but his lover... his fiancé... had stopped him, guiding John's hand to his own cock instead.
"It's been a while," Rodney said, then reached for the lube himself.
John watched, his hand working slowly spreading slickness on his cock, as Rodney sat up on his knees and slipped his hand between his own legs. John watched as Rodney spread his ass cheeks slightly and slicked between them. He watched as Rodney worked a finger inside and slowly fingerfucked himself, watching John watch him. John moaned as a second finger and then a third joined the first, each time followed by an agonisingly slow rhythm of thrust and withdrawal. By the time Rodney straddled him, knees on either side of John's hips, he was that close to begging. But then Rodney was positioning him and sliding onto him in a long smooth glide.
They made love slowly and intensely, spinning out the pleasure to a single exquisite thread binding them together. John realised with a start that for the first time this didn't feel vaguely dirty and clandestine. He had never known how much the secrecy had affected his feelings.
But this... this felt right, and true, and free.
***
Carson let his hands work automatically, one brushing across Radek's chest, tweaking at nipples, running fingernails through surprisingly thick chest hair, avoiding the angry red scar that he'd never been entirely happy with, while the other kept up the rhythm on his lover's cock. The feel of his lover, back pressed into his chest, was a warm and sensual backdrop to his more immediate sensations. His concentration was on the taste of Radek's neck and shoulder, the feel of the pulse beating fast and strong under his kisses. There had been too many days where he thought he'd never feel it again and it scared him to realise how devastated the thought had made him.
Radek was murmuring in Czech, barely audible, hips thrusting, head bent to expose more of his neck to Carson's mouth. And then Radek gasped, his head falling back hard against Carson's shoulder, his body arching forward, and Carson felt Radek's cock pulsing in his hand, the warm jets of semen on the hand around Radek's cock, and a splatter of semen on the hand that had been slowly circling a nipple. Radek was frozen in a moment of perfect pleasure, and then collapsed bonelessly back against him, still gasping for breath. His lover's hand slid around his, uncaring at the sticky mess of his semen sliding between their hands.
"Bože!" Radek said finally. "Was... ohromující..."
Carson chuckled. "I don't speak Czech, love, but I'll take that as a compliment."
He sat just holding his lover and feeling Radek's breathing and pulse slow, body relaxing. He was still hard as hell, but for now it was enough just to have Radek warm and alive in his arms.
His lover felt so relaxed that he was sure that Radek was asleep until he spoke. "What is it like?"
"What's what like, love?"
"To have someone inside you, making love to you?"
He considered for a moment. "Physically, it can be a bit uncomfortable at first, even painful if you're not ready and relaxed, but then your body adjusts and it's at least not bad and probably better than that. If he finds the right angle to stimulate your prostate, it can be bloody well mind-blowing."
Radek nodded. "And what about non-physical aspects?"
"I'm not sure I can put it into words, love." He thought. "It's like... It's a surrendering of yourself, giving yourself to him. It's different than making love with your cock. That's almost external, an extension of yourself. But taking someone into your body... you feel... connected in a way that's not just physical. You lose part of yourself. It's like... like he's laid claim to you, left something of himself inside of you, and I don't mean semen, but something... spiritual, somehow. A part of you is forever his."
He felt Radek shudder.
"Are you all right, love?"
"And you feel this way with me? When we... when I have been inside you?"
Carson kissed the side of Radek's neck, wondering what his lover was thinking and feeling just then. "Yes, love, I do."
Radek was silent, but he could feel the hitch in his breathing.
"What is it?" Carson asked. "What's wrong?" He wished now that he could see Radek's face better, see what was going on in those pale blue eyes.
Radek took a shuddering breath. "When I was in infirmary... and you were so close... but we couldn't touch and you couldn't hold me, I..." He swallowed hard. "I... wanted you. I wanted to feel you, to feel what you have felt. I wanted you inside me." His voice was breathy, needy, but also frightened.
Carson felt himself grow harder at that thought. He had never pushed Radek to do anything he was uncomfortable with. He had never imagined hearing his lover say those words. His voice was low as he replied. "I'll not deny that I've wanted to be inside you, love. But you also know I'd never, ever do anything you weren't completely comfortable doing. I wouldn't even ask it of you, because I don't want you to feel pressured to do something you're not ready for."
Radek was quiet and Carson wondered if the conversation was ended for the night. Then the Czech said, voice still slightly frightened, "Ask me, Carson. Ask me to do this."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, please. I need you to ask me."
Carson shut his eyes, feelings warring within him. He wanted this so very badly. But what they had now was wonderful and lovely and he didn't want to ruin it by pushing Radek to something he would regret.
"Tell me what you are thinking," Radek said.
Carson pulled his lover tightly to his chest and gave in, whispering. "I'm thinking how badly I want you. How wonderful it would be to be inside you, sliding deep into you and knowing you wanted me... and coming inside you, filling you..."
Radek shuddered. "Ask me," he gasped.
Carson kissed the side of his neck, feeling the pulse pounding again. "Radek, love, can I make love to you? I want to be inside you. I need to be inside you..."
The Czech stopped breathing as the seconds ticked by, one second, two seconds, three... four... five..., then let out a ragged breath. "Yes. Take me, Carson. Make me yours."
***
They had barely caught their breath, lying side by side, muscles still twitching from the exertion, when John rolled to straddle him and began kissing him again, passionate and needy. Rodney had chuckled.
"What's so funny?" John asked.
"You. I'm not sure I've ever seen you so horny."
John grinned, lust filling his eyes. "I never knew getting engaged would be such a turn-on." One finger traced the ring Rodney now wore, then traced the hand, and then the arm, reaching the shoulder and then slipping down to a nipple.
Rodney moaned, feeling himself growing hard just from that touch and the look in John's eyes. "God, John, if we keep on like this, Elizabeth's going to have to nullify the new protocols in the hopes of having her chief military and chief science heads actually conscious and capable of walking during the day."
"Walking's overrated," John said, then kissed his fiancé as Rodney started to open his mouth in protest.
***
"Just relax, love. Let your body get used to me."
Radek nodded, shaking slightly.
Carson kissed him, then whispered into his ear. "You feel so good, love. Hot and tight and I could almost come right now, but I want to make you feel good, oh, so good." He wrapped a hand around Radek's cock.
Radek moaned and thrust upward, fucking Carson's hand, even as it drove Carson's cock deeper in to him.
"Oh, God, yes," Carson moaned. "Please, tell me you're ready," he almost begged.
"I'm ready." Radek almost seemed surpised to say it. Carson slid deeper, surprised at the almost immediate groan and shudder of pleasure from Radek. The Czech closed his eyes. Carson could hear him muttering as he started a slow thrusting rhythm, though he couldn't make out all the words. "Ano... ano... neuvěřitelně... vzrušený..."
It occurred to Carson that if he and Radek were going to be so intimate that some knowledge of Czech might be in order. He imagined Radek's reaction if he could talk dirty to the man in his native tongue.
***
"Oh, God! I think I broke something," Rodney sighed.
John chuckled. "We really do need to get some sleep. A lot of work in the morning."
"No kidding. I've got to get Achebe up to speed on Collins's work and help Kavanaugh get his research out of mothballs and up to speed on the work that we've done on the projects that couldn't be stopped. And you know that's not going to be pretty."
"Hm. Yeah, not easy. And I've got people to work into teams and a new pilot to introduce to the puddlejumper controls."
"A new pilot?"
"Yup. Got the ATA gene in spades, too. Naturally. Kinda weird really. His name's O'Neill. Jack O'Neill, just like--."
Rodney sat straight up and looked at John with wide eyes. "Jack O'Neill? How old would you guess?"
"Um... Really young. Just out of flight training school. 18, 19... something like that."
Rodney let out a string of excited profanity and practically levitated off the bed, dashing to John's laptop. It occurred to John that he really should change his password to one Rodney didn't know as he watched his fiancé pull up the files on the new military personnel, select Jack O'Neill's file and scan through it, becoming more and more excited as he read. "It's him, it's him, Jesus fucking Christ, it's him!"
"It's who, Rodney?" asked John in confusion. Surely, Rodney didn't think this kid...
"It's the mini-Jack. The clone! I can't believe this!"
"Rodney, what the hell are you talking about?"
"There was a clone made of General O'Neill, only he was a colonel then, and this is him."
"A clone? As in, you know, a clone?"
"Did I stutter? Yes, a clone. There was this rogue Asgard and..." Rodney waved his hands about, too excited to even finish the story and knowing John would understand anyway. "He didn't want to keep in touch, though, so I'm surprised... No, actually, this makes sense. He gets to go through the Stargate again, but it's a whole galaxy away. Wow. Carson is just going to come in his pants when he sees this."
"Rodney! I did not need that image, thank you very much."
McKay turned and fixed his fiancé with an evil grin. "Oh, Carson in the throes of an orgasm is not something to be sneered at, John, let me tell you."
John froze. "You... you and Carson?!"
"What? No. No! I would have told you. No, I just, ah, walked into his quarters a little too early in the morning one time back in Antarctica and got quite an eyeful. I must have set a record for cold showers in the next couple of week."
"So, you never...?"
"Oh, I was tempted, but I wasn't entirely sure he would be interested and he was a friend, one of two I had in Antarctica. I didn't want to screw that up."
"You weren't worried about screwing things up with me?" John asked, genuinely curious.
"I was terrified, actually, though I did at least know from our experience with grrreen that you had some interest."
John smiled. "There is that, I suppose. Still, it disturbs me to think that somewhere, in some parallel dimension, you and Carson Beckett are probably lovers." He paused and added, "Assuming he'd be interested."
"Oh, I think he would," Rodney answered smugly.
"Why? Because you're God's gift to gay men and dumb blondes everywhere?"
"Oh, well, that goes without saying," Rodney answered. "But I didn't actually know if Carson was gay back then. But I have good reason to think that he's Radek's rebound guy, so to speak, which certainly is suggestive." He didn't see John's grimace at that, but continued on, pursuing John's comment. "That's an interesting thought-- a parallel world where Carson and I are lovers. Of course, most of the parallels would have us dying horribly upon first arriving in Atlantis because there was no failsafe, but still..."
"Remind me again why I proposed to you," John sniped, smiling.
Rodney grinned and climbed back into bed with his fiancé. "Because I am 'soft, warm, sexy Rodney.'"
John groaned. "Geek!"
"Skinny-assed bastard," Rodney said, kissing him, then cuddling into him.
"Good night, Rodney."
"Good night, John."
***
"What the hell is Kavanaugh thinking?" Rodney groused. "Radek, where's Kavanaugh?"
"Investigating shield power fluctuation near east pier," Zelenka answered tiredly.
"Hey, you okay?" Rodney asked. "If you need to work into things more slowly..."
"No, I am fine. I just did not get enough sleep last night." Radek flashed him a smiled.
"Oh? Oh!" He suddenly got it. "Well, I'd love to stay and chat... No, actually I wouldn't, but anyway, I need to track down Kavanaugh. And why the hell are you letting him look into the power fluctuations anyway?"
Radek shrugged. "He offered. Was concerned that it might stress me too much."
Rodney shook his head. "I'm going to have to insult the hell out of him till we get him back to normal. Disliking him right now is sort of like kicking a puppy."
***
Rodney had just stepped out of the transporter, grousing under his breath about Kavanaugh, when he heard the step behind him. He was just starting to turn when his head exploded into white hot pain and the world went black.
Moments or eons later, he awoke to the feeling of someone removing his earpiece. He was woozy and disoriented and could feel a soft warm trickle at the back of his head. A hand gripped his hair, yanking his head up and hot breath puffed against his ear.
The voice came out as an angry whisper. "I see you're awake, you fucking ass-licking fag."
His blood ran cold, images of Alain flashing across his memory. "Please," he found himself begging, "don't kill me."
He tried to turn to look at his attacker, to struggle away, but the hand yanked into his hair harder, holding him in place. "Oh, I won't kill you, yet," his attacker whispered. "I'm just going to make you wish you'd never been born, cocksucker."
Then his attacker slammed his face into the floor. The world went black again, then he was awakened by pain as a foot connected with his abdomen. He curled in protectively and felt a vicious kick to his head. He raised his arms to shield his head and felt something slam into them, hearing and feeling the crack. Another kick to his ribs, feeling ribs break.
"Don't hurt me," he begged. "I'll never do it again. Please, Paul..."
The hand was in his hair again, yanking him up. "Fucking fag. How many men have you ruined?" His chin connected with the floor first this time and he felt the snap as his jaw felt unhinged.
Ohgodohgodohgod...
Rodney McKay had endured beatings, but nothing like this. The world was going grey, with flashes of red and white as the blows and kicks landed, skin splitting, bones giving way before the onslaught. Then sudden cessation and he hoped beyond hope that it was over.
His head was being yanked back again. "Okay, now I'm going to kill you," his attacker whispered again.
There was something cold and wet against his mouth, the hand forcing his broken jaw down to open his mouth, and a flow of something wet and sour and... lemon was on his tongue.
And Rodney McKay knew he was going to die.