Fic: Ties of Love (R)
Title: Ties of Love
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Sheppard, Beckett, Zelenka
Relationships: McKay/Sheppard, Zelenka/Beckett
Rating: R for this part, but the series as a whole is NC-17
Warnings: A hint of smut, fluff
Spoilers: None
Summary: Part 44 of the Broken Series
Disclaimer: The characters, the setting, etc. are NOT mine, even if I wish they were.
Biro released Radek, shaking her head in amazement. Carson produced his mangled glasses, despite Biro's discovery that Radek now had 20-20 vision.
"A memento," he said, then sighed.
"What is it?" Radek asked.
"It's silly, I know, but I rather liked your glasses."
Radek chuckled. "Oh, miláčku, I'm sure with my work I'll soon need glasses again."
"Quite likely."
Their trek back to their apartment took considerably longer than normal as they were stopped repeatedly by those happy to see Radek well. The Czech seemed overwhelmed by all the attention. When they entered their quarters, a simple meal of cheese, crackers, and fruit was laid out on the table before the sofa. A notecard read, "Welcome home. -- Jack and Eric."
Radek looked at it in amazement. "This is for me?"
Carson smiled, slipping his arms around his lover's waist. "Aye, love. People care for you, you know."
***
John stood and stared out the window of Heightmeyer's office as he talked. "I know it sounds horrible, but there are times... when I think it would have been easier if he'd died-- if I'd killed him when I shot him."
"You had to testify at his trial," Heightmeyer said, and it wasn't a question.
John nodded and turned back to face Rodney and her. "Yeah. They had enough proof without it, but my testimony was the nail in the coffin. Put him away for life."
"And what happened to you?"
"Grandma Averill-- my mother's mother-- took me in. I lived with her through the rest of my senior year in high school and the first couple summers of college. She died during my junior year. And that pretty much accounts for my family. I've got a couple cousins, one aunt, a great-uncle. So, I've been pretty much alone." John shrugged.
***
He explored Carson, as if imprinting the memory of his lover on the new skin of his hands and the sight of him on his new, perfect eyes. For his part, Carson frustrated his efforts on occasion by moving from his own exploration to drop kisses on his eyelids and the palms of his hands, wonder and relief radiating from his body.
"Good Lord, I've missed your hands," Carson moaned, trailing kisses down his throat, then pausing to brush his lips over Radek's eyelids, "and your eyes."
Radek stopped him, taking his face in his hands and looking into his eyes. "I've missed seeing your face, miláčku, and touching you... holding you..."
Their lips met, hands caressing skin, touching hair, taking in the scrape of stubble, the delicate curve of an ear, the brush of eyelashes, the sensation of muscle shifting under skin. They touched until they were drunk with sensation, hard and moaning with need, but too starved for the feeling of skin against skin to want anything more. Their bodies moved against each other as their hands and mouths continued to roam.
"I thought my heart would stop when yours did," Carson whispered.
Radek shuddered and silenced him with a kiss, then shifted to press his lips to Carson's forehead. "I'm sorry... sorry I gave up..."
"But you finally fought back," Carson said, finding his throat again and biting it gently.
Radek tilted his head back, giving his lover complete access to mark him as he pleased. "I couldn't leave you," he said. "I was so afraid I would."
Carson's tongue darted out to soothe the spot his teeth had turned red, then followed his lover's throat back up to his chin, his mouth, his nose, eyes, and back down to his mouth. "Marry me."
Radek stilled in his arms. "What?"
Carson sat back and looked into his eyes. "Marry me, Radek love. Please."
Radek blinked those wondrous eyes. "How... how can we?"
"It's legal now, in my country. Well, civil unions are. But we can have a real wedding here." Carson ran a hand through Radek's hair. "When you were so injured and ill and I was making all the arrangements to get us to Earth, I suddenly realised... when we got there, I had no rights concerning you-- no say in your care, no right to visit you, no... no say in your funeral if... Well, thank God it didn't. But, it scared me, love, and I realised I needed that. And I need you to have those rights if I should fall ill or be injured. And... well, Radek, love, will you marry me?"
Radek grinned, his eyes sparkling. "You have picked an unusual time to ask me, lásko," and his eyes trailed down their naked bodies so closely intertwined.
Carson blushed. "Well... I was going to ask you when we first got to the room, but it had been so long..."
Radek kissed him. "Hush, miláčku. It's perfect time. Yes. Yes, I'll marry you."
"Oh, thank you, love!" Carson near shouted, hugging him so suddenly and so hard that with a startled meep Radek tumbled back onto the mattress. They laughed and kissed, the last weeks falling away like winter snow before the warmth of springtime.
"Carson," Radek said, his smile turning more seductive, "perhaps we could celebrate plans for our civil union with... another kind of union..."
"Oh, aye, love. That would be bloody brilliant."
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Sheppard, Beckett, Zelenka
Relationships: McKay/Sheppard, Zelenka/Beckett
Rating: R for this part, but the series as a whole is NC-17
Warnings: A hint of smut, fluff
Spoilers: None
Summary: Part 44 of the Broken Series
Disclaimer: The characters, the setting, etc. are NOT mine, even if I wish they were.
Biro released Radek, shaking her head in amazement. Carson produced his mangled glasses, despite Biro's discovery that Radek now had 20-20 vision.
"A memento," he said, then sighed.
"What is it?" Radek asked.
"It's silly, I know, but I rather liked your glasses."
Radek chuckled. "Oh, miláčku, I'm sure with my work I'll soon need glasses again."
"Quite likely."
Their trek back to their apartment took considerably longer than normal as they were stopped repeatedly by those happy to see Radek well. The Czech seemed overwhelmed by all the attention. When they entered their quarters, a simple meal of cheese, crackers, and fruit was laid out on the table before the sofa. A notecard read, "Welcome home. -- Jack and Eric."
Radek looked at it in amazement. "This is for me?"
Carson smiled, slipping his arms around his lover's waist. "Aye, love. People care for you, you know."
***
John stood and stared out the window of Heightmeyer's office as he talked. "I know it sounds horrible, but there are times... when I think it would have been easier if he'd died-- if I'd killed him when I shot him."
"You had to testify at his trial," Heightmeyer said, and it wasn't a question.
John nodded and turned back to face Rodney and her. "Yeah. They had enough proof without it, but my testimony was the nail in the coffin. Put him away for life."
"And what happened to you?"
"Grandma Averill-- my mother's mother-- took me in. I lived with her through the rest of my senior year in high school and the first couple summers of college. She died during my junior year. And that pretty much accounts for my family. I've got a couple cousins, one aunt, a great-uncle. So, I've been pretty much alone." John shrugged.
***
He explored Carson, as if imprinting the memory of his lover on the new skin of his hands and the sight of him on his new, perfect eyes. For his part, Carson frustrated his efforts on occasion by moving from his own exploration to drop kisses on his eyelids and the palms of his hands, wonder and relief radiating from his body.
"Good Lord, I've missed your hands," Carson moaned, trailing kisses down his throat, then pausing to brush his lips over Radek's eyelids, "and your eyes."
Radek stopped him, taking his face in his hands and looking into his eyes. "I've missed seeing your face, miláčku, and touching you... holding you..."
Their lips met, hands caressing skin, touching hair, taking in the scrape of stubble, the delicate curve of an ear, the brush of eyelashes, the sensation of muscle shifting under skin. They touched until they were drunk with sensation, hard and moaning with need, but too starved for the feeling of skin against skin to want anything more. Their bodies moved against each other as their hands and mouths continued to roam.
"I thought my heart would stop when yours did," Carson whispered.
Radek shuddered and silenced him with a kiss, then shifted to press his lips to Carson's forehead. "I'm sorry... sorry I gave up..."
"But you finally fought back," Carson said, finding his throat again and biting it gently.
Radek tilted his head back, giving his lover complete access to mark him as he pleased. "I couldn't leave you," he said. "I was so afraid I would."
Carson's tongue darted out to soothe the spot his teeth had turned red, then followed his lover's throat back up to his chin, his mouth, his nose, eyes, and back down to his mouth. "Marry me."
Radek stilled in his arms. "What?"
Carson sat back and looked into his eyes. "Marry me, Radek love. Please."
Radek blinked those wondrous eyes. "How... how can we?"
"It's legal now, in my country. Well, civil unions are. But we can have a real wedding here." Carson ran a hand through Radek's hair. "When you were so injured and ill and I was making all the arrangements to get us to Earth, I suddenly realised... when we got there, I had no rights concerning you-- no say in your care, no right to visit you, no... no say in your funeral if... Well, thank God it didn't. But, it scared me, love, and I realised I needed that. And I need you to have those rights if I should fall ill or be injured. And... well, Radek, love, will you marry me?"
Radek grinned, his eyes sparkling. "You have picked an unusual time to ask me, lásko," and his eyes trailed down their naked bodies so closely intertwined.
Carson blushed. "Well... I was going to ask you when we first got to the room, but it had been so long..."
Radek kissed him. "Hush, miláčku. It's perfect time. Yes. Yes, I'll marry you."
"Oh, thank you, love!" Carson near shouted, hugging him so suddenly and so hard that with a startled meep Radek tumbled back onto the mattress. They laughed and kissed, the last weeks falling away like winter snow before the warmth of springtime.
"Carson," Radek said, his smile turning more seductive, "perhaps we could celebrate plans for our civil union with... another kind of union..."
"Oh, aye, love. That would be bloody brilliant."