Fic: The Garden Path (NC-17)
Title: The Garden Path
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Sheppard, Lorne, Cadman, Parrish, Brown
Relationships: McKay/Sheppard, Lorne/Cadman/Parrish/Brown
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Rough sex; foursome; pure, unadulterated smut
Spoilers: None
Summary: Part 49 of the Broken Series
Disclaimer: The characters, the setting, etc. are NOT mine, even if I wish they were.
Author's Note: Happy Birthday, aquaangel!
"God! Need you so much..." John gasped, pistoning forward, driving deep into Rodney again. "Love you... love you, Rodney."
Rodney let out a small grunt as his face was forced deeper into the pillow and his head banged against the headboard of the bed. "Love you, John," he moaned, the pillow muffling the words.
Rodney reached back, leaning more heavily against his left shoulder and face, and wrapped a hand around his cock and took up the rhythm, sliding from tip to root as John slammed forward, and then sliding back, thumb twitching over the head, as John pulled almost completely out.
Rough bandaged hands held his hips, pulling him up and back as John buried his cock hard and deep. Despite the hold, Rodney's head still bumped against the headboard. He was going to be sore in more places than usual when this was over. John leaned forward, biting Rodney's back, teeth sinking deep and painful into his flesh as his cock pulled back and then plunged forward again.
Rodney moaned, pushing back even harder, a primal need to be filled so deeply, feeling John's balls pushing against his entrance, burying his face in the pillow.
There was a warm trickle sliding down his back, and he didn't know if it was sweat, blood, or John's saliva. John growled low and bestial, vibrating through Rodney's back and into his chest, down to his gut and coiling into his balls, and then his ass was throbbing with a searing heat as John emptied himself into Rodney. His own cock followed suit, ass muscles contracting, milking John, the feeling of their pulsing blending so perfectly that he wasn't sure which came from his own body and which from John within him until the world went black.
***
Lorne woke to David Parrish moaning amidst rhythmic wet sounds. He turned his head and took in Laura's creamy thigh. He followed it up to where Dave's large hand was curled around her hip, controlling the rocking motion. His face was mostly hidden between her thighs, only his mussed hair emerging in surprised tufts. Lorne smiled appreciatively at Laura's pleasantly rounded ass, muscles tensing and relaxing as she fucked herself on Dave's face. His eyes slid up the line of her back to her shoulders, detouring to admire her arms holding her up on either side of Dave's torso and the curve of breasts almost obscured by arms and tumbling hair, before returning to the paleness of her neck and the luscious curve of her throat. Her eyes were closed, mouth half-open, breath puffing out in time to her motion.
Well, apparently girl's poker night was over.
A movement caught his eye and he glanced down, taking in Katie's mouth engulfing Dave's cock. Despite his difficulties, Dave enjoyed being sucked as much as the next guy, and Katie and Laura seemed happy to indulge him. But the sight that rendered Lorne suddenly, unaccountably hard as a rock was Katie's hand moving between her fellow botanist's legs. The wet sound was coming from there and Lorne knew what Katie was doing even if he couldn't see it from this angle.
He'd watched Katie and Laura fingerfuck Dave once before and had been surprised at the look of sheer bliss on the other man's face and by how much that look had aroused him.
"You know what would be hot?" Laura had said. "Watching you two together."
Lorne had given her a horrified look.
"Oh, come on!" Laura defended. "You two like watching Katie and me together. Why should it be any different for us?"
"But you and Katie like doing it," he'd answered.
She'd rolled her eyes. "Well, duh! It's fun to watch you getting so turned on just watching us. Just like watching you with Katie or you watching me and Dave."
And, in fact, a couple days later when they were indulging their girlfriends by kissing, exchanging the lingering taste of Katie's and Laura's juices, it hadn't seemed at all horrifying when they'd started thrusting against each other. And it hadn't felt at all wrong when Dave wrapped his hand around them both, soft against hard, and brought them both to climax, semen intermingling on his hands and their stomachs.
A couple of days after that, when Laura had whispered in Dave's and Katie's ears and the next thing Lorne knew he'd had Katie straddling his face and Dave and Laura kissing each other around his cock, he'd been far from traumatised. When Laura switched to kissing Katie, fingers joining his tongue in pleasuring the other woman, it had taken Lorne's sex-addled brain a moment to realise the talented mouth that was rapidly pulling him toward climax was Dave's. When the realisation had hit, it had shot a white-hot shiver of pleasure down his spine, into his balls, and then boiling out his cock and into Dave's mouth.
When he'd recovered, he'd looked at Dave. "You've done that before."
Dave had nodded casually and Lorne had felt his carefully-ordered world, where Dave Parrish and Katie Brown were being led down Laura Cadman's garden path against their better judgment, suddenly crumble.
Just a few hours ago, he'd asked the question rather clumsily, needing to know if he was right about Dave's sexual experience.
Dave had looked at him and nodded. "Without some sort of prosthetic, I can't really experience the sort of joining you tend to take for granted. So, I decided to try it from the other side, so to speak."
"And?" Lorne had asked.
"We were together nine months-- Sylvia, Andrew and I. It was a fairly regular part of our lovemaking. Then they got married and I got recruited by the SGC."
Laura's gasp brought him back to the present. Katie leaned up and kissed her, swallowing Laura's groans as her climax swept through her.
Katie's fingers slid out of Dave, eliciting a moan, then she steadied Laura as she rose off Dave and slipped over to curl by Dave's side, Katie then settling into her arms.
"Your turn," Katie said, smiling at him.
Dave turned and gave him a wet smile. "You're up."
"In more ways than one," Katie added.
Laura chuckled, sitting up to look at Lorne over Katie's and Dave's bodies. "So, are you two going to give us a show?"
Dave looked at him, eyebrows raised in question. "I'm ready if you are."
And, God forgive him, he was ready, too. His tongue flicked out, running across the stubble on the botanist's chin, tasting Laura's juices, as he settled between Dave's legs, cocks brushing. He leaned down and whispered in Dave's ear, "So, are you ready to give them a real show?"
"God, yes!" Dave gasped.
***
"Rodney!"
He twitched and gasped at the pain in his ass, his back, his head. "What?"
"Oh, thank God! I was beginning to worry."
"What happened?"
"I think you passed out."
Rodney smiled in spite of himself. "Well, at least I didn't faint."
John chuckled, but stopped him before he could turn over. "Hold on. Let me get something on those bites first."
Rodney turned onto his side, hissing at the stinging. "With those bandages on, you think you're going to bandage me?"
John looked down at his hands wrapped in gauze, bright red blooming in the center. "Goddammit!" His tongue flicked out nervously and moistened his lips. "I'll call Carson, okay?"
Rodney wiggled out of the bed, careful not to brush his back against the sheets, and pulled on the boxers that were laying by the side of the bed. "Okay, yeah. That'll work." He grimaced as he tossed John his.
John pulled on his radio and activated it. "Sheppard to Beckett," he said into it as he stepped into his underwear. "Yeah, Carson, could you come over for a minute? We need your help."
***
Lorne groaned and bit down on his lip, fighting to keep from coming right then and there as he slid into Dave's body. He and Laura had done this a couple of times, but this was different in some indefinable but immense way.
"God, Dave..." he gasped.
He felt the other man relax in slow degrees, accepting, letting him in. Dave smiled up at him. "It's been a while."
Lorne nodded. "Tell me... if I'm hurting you, okay?"
"I'm fine, Marc. It feels good, really."
"It looks really hot, too," Laura said as Lorne withdrew and then pushed back in, deeper this time.
Katie took hold of the hand that Dave was fisting into the sheets and squeezed it, kissing fingertips.
Lorne repeated the same motion, slow and gentle, deeper, and then again, sheathing himself ever deeper into Dave's body, realising with a strange jangle of nerves that somewhere along the line Dave had moved from teammate to friend to close friend to lover and here they were at the culmination of that journey.
Dave's legs tensed on Lorne's next thrust, pulling himself up and onto Lorne's cock, adjusting his angle. He shuddered as Lorne slid in. "God, yes... There..."
Laura sat up, gathering Katie into her arms, one hand slipping down between the other woman's legs while the other teased at a nipple, dropping kisses on her neck and shoulders.
Lorne adjusted, trying to repeat the angle and was rewarded by a low groan. He continued, picking up speed, gaining confidence, marveling at the awestruck look on Dave's face, at the look of wonder on Katie's and Laura's faces.
Dave and Katie's voices seemed to join as one as he arched up onto him and she threw her head back on Laura's shoulder. Lorne felt Dave's ass clutch around his cock and lost all control.
As he lay there afterwards, in a heap of arms and legs smelling of sweat and sex, he suddenly realised he'd finally been enticed fully into Laura Cadman's garden, and somewhere along the line he'd stopped caring.
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Sheppard, Lorne, Cadman, Parrish, Brown
Relationships: McKay/Sheppard, Lorne/Cadman/Parrish/Brown
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Rough sex; foursome; pure, unadulterated smut
Spoilers: None
Summary: Part 49 of the Broken Series
Disclaimer: The characters, the setting, etc. are NOT mine, even if I wish they were.
Author's Note: Happy Birthday, aquaangel!
"God! Need you so much..." John gasped, pistoning forward, driving deep into Rodney again. "Love you... love you, Rodney."
Rodney let out a small grunt as his face was forced deeper into the pillow and his head banged against the headboard of the bed. "Love you, John," he moaned, the pillow muffling the words.
Rodney reached back, leaning more heavily against his left shoulder and face, and wrapped a hand around his cock and took up the rhythm, sliding from tip to root as John slammed forward, and then sliding back, thumb twitching over the head, as John pulled almost completely out.
Rough bandaged hands held his hips, pulling him up and back as John buried his cock hard and deep. Despite the hold, Rodney's head still bumped against the headboard. He was going to be sore in more places than usual when this was over. John leaned forward, biting Rodney's back, teeth sinking deep and painful into his flesh as his cock pulled back and then plunged forward again.
Rodney moaned, pushing back even harder, a primal need to be filled so deeply, feeling John's balls pushing against his entrance, burying his face in the pillow.
There was a warm trickle sliding down his back, and he didn't know if it was sweat, blood, or John's saliva. John growled low and bestial, vibrating through Rodney's back and into his chest, down to his gut and coiling into his balls, and then his ass was throbbing with a searing heat as John emptied himself into Rodney. His own cock followed suit, ass muscles contracting, milking John, the feeling of their pulsing blending so perfectly that he wasn't sure which came from his own body and which from John within him until the world went black.
***
Lorne woke to David Parrish moaning amidst rhythmic wet sounds. He turned his head and took in Laura's creamy thigh. He followed it up to where Dave's large hand was curled around her hip, controlling the rocking motion. His face was mostly hidden between her thighs, only his mussed hair emerging in surprised tufts. Lorne smiled appreciatively at Laura's pleasantly rounded ass, muscles tensing and relaxing as she fucked herself on Dave's face. His eyes slid up the line of her back to her shoulders, detouring to admire her arms holding her up on either side of Dave's torso and the curve of breasts almost obscured by arms and tumbling hair, before returning to the paleness of her neck and the luscious curve of her throat. Her eyes were closed, mouth half-open, breath puffing out in time to her motion.
Well, apparently girl's poker night was over.
A movement caught his eye and he glanced down, taking in Katie's mouth engulfing Dave's cock. Despite his difficulties, Dave enjoyed being sucked as much as the next guy, and Katie and Laura seemed happy to indulge him. But the sight that rendered Lorne suddenly, unaccountably hard as a rock was Katie's hand moving between her fellow botanist's legs. The wet sound was coming from there and Lorne knew what Katie was doing even if he couldn't see it from this angle.
He'd watched Katie and Laura fingerfuck Dave once before and had been surprised at the look of sheer bliss on the other man's face and by how much that look had aroused him.
"You know what would be hot?" Laura had said. "Watching you two together."
Lorne had given her a horrified look.
"Oh, come on!" Laura defended. "You two like watching Katie and me together. Why should it be any different for us?"
"But you and Katie like doing it," he'd answered.
She'd rolled her eyes. "Well, duh! It's fun to watch you getting so turned on just watching us. Just like watching you with Katie or you watching me and Dave."
And, in fact, a couple days later when they were indulging their girlfriends by kissing, exchanging the lingering taste of Katie's and Laura's juices, it hadn't seemed at all horrifying when they'd started thrusting against each other. And it hadn't felt at all wrong when Dave wrapped his hand around them both, soft against hard, and brought them both to climax, semen intermingling on his hands and their stomachs.
A couple of days after that, when Laura had whispered in Dave's and Katie's ears and the next thing Lorne knew he'd had Katie straddling his face and Dave and Laura kissing each other around his cock, he'd been far from traumatised. When Laura switched to kissing Katie, fingers joining his tongue in pleasuring the other woman, it had taken Lorne's sex-addled brain a moment to realise the talented mouth that was rapidly pulling him toward climax was Dave's. When the realisation had hit, it had shot a white-hot shiver of pleasure down his spine, into his balls, and then boiling out his cock and into Dave's mouth.
When he'd recovered, he'd looked at Dave. "You've done that before."
Dave had nodded casually and Lorne had felt his carefully-ordered world, where Dave Parrish and Katie Brown were being led down Laura Cadman's garden path against their better judgment, suddenly crumble.
Just a few hours ago, he'd asked the question rather clumsily, needing to know if he was right about Dave's sexual experience.
Dave had looked at him and nodded. "Without some sort of prosthetic, I can't really experience the sort of joining you tend to take for granted. So, I decided to try it from the other side, so to speak."
"And?" Lorne had asked.
"We were together nine months-- Sylvia, Andrew and I. It was a fairly regular part of our lovemaking. Then they got married and I got recruited by the SGC."
Laura's gasp brought him back to the present. Katie leaned up and kissed her, swallowing Laura's groans as her climax swept through her.
Katie's fingers slid out of Dave, eliciting a moan, then she steadied Laura as she rose off Dave and slipped over to curl by Dave's side, Katie then settling into her arms.
"Your turn," Katie said, smiling at him.
Dave turned and gave him a wet smile. "You're up."
"In more ways than one," Katie added.
Laura chuckled, sitting up to look at Lorne over Katie's and Dave's bodies. "So, are you two going to give us a show?"
Dave looked at him, eyebrows raised in question. "I'm ready if you are."
And, God forgive him, he was ready, too. His tongue flicked out, running across the stubble on the botanist's chin, tasting Laura's juices, as he settled between Dave's legs, cocks brushing. He leaned down and whispered in Dave's ear, "So, are you ready to give them a real show?"
"God, yes!" Dave gasped.
***
"Rodney!"
He twitched and gasped at the pain in his ass, his back, his head. "What?"
"Oh, thank God! I was beginning to worry."
"What happened?"
"I think you passed out."
Rodney smiled in spite of himself. "Well, at least I didn't faint."
John chuckled, but stopped him before he could turn over. "Hold on. Let me get something on those bites first."
Rodney turned onto his side, hissing at the stinging. "With those bandages on, you think you're going to bandage me?"
John looked down at his hands wrapped in gauze, bright red blooming in the center. "Goddammit!" His tongue flicked out nervously and moistened his lips. "I'll call Carson, okay?"
Rodney wiggled out of the bed, careful not to brush his back against the sheets, and pulled on the boxers that were laying by the side of the bed. "Okay, yeah. That'll work." He grimaced as he tossed John his.
John pulled on his radio and activated it. "Sheppard to Beckett," he said into it as he stepped into his underwear. "Yeah, Carson, could you come over for a minute? We need your help."
***
Lorne groaned and bit down on his lip, fighting to keep from coming right then and there as he slid into Dave's body. He and Laura had done this a couple of times, but this was different in some indefinable but immense way.
"God, Dave..." he gasped.
He felt the other man relax in slow degrees, accepting, letting him in. Dave smiled up at him. "It's been a while."
Lorne nodded. "Tell me... if I'm hurting you, okay?"
"I'm fine, Marc. It feels good, really."
"It looks really hot, too," Laura said as Lorne withdrew and then pushed back in, deeper this time.
Katie took hold of the hand that Dave was fisting into the sheets and squeezed it, kissing fingertips.
Lorne repeated the same motion, slow and gentle, deeper, and then again, sheathing himself ever deeper into Dave's body, realising with a strange jangle of nerves that somewhere along the line Dave had moved from teammate to friend to close friend to lover and here they were at the culmination of that journey.
Dave's legs tensed on Lorne's next thrust, pulling himself up and onto Lorne's cock, adjusting his angle. He shuddered as Lorne slid in. "God, yes... There..."
Laura sat up, gathering Katie into her arms, one hand slipping down between the other woman's legs while the other teased at a nipple, dropping kisses on her neck and shoulders.
Lorne adjusted, trying to repeat the angle and was rewarded by a low groan. He continued, picking up speed, gaining confidence, marveling at the awestruck look on Dave's face, at the look of wonder on Katie's and Laura's faces.
Dave and Katie's voices seemed to join as one as he arched up onto him and she threw her head back on Laura's shoulder. Lorne felt Dave's ass clutch around his cock and lost all control.
As he lay there afterwards, in a heap of arms and legs smelling of sweat and sex, he suddenly realised he'd finally been enticed fully into Laura Cadman's garden, and somewhere along the line he'd stopped caring.