Fic: Aleatoric Life 11/25: Focoso
Title: Aleatoric Life 11: Focoso
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Sheppard, Beckett, Zelenka, Halling
Relationships: Beckett/McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mention of non-con, major character whumpage, language, smut.
Spoilers: None this part
Summary: They had rescued him, but they had yet to truly bring him safely home. Part of the Aleatoric Life series.
Disclaimer: Undoubtedly I own them, and a whole lot of other things, in some universe, but not this one.
Radek walked into the lab and headed to the coffeepot. He paused and eyed it with surprise. Someone had already brewed a pot. He grabbed a cup and filled it, taking a careful sip. He grimaced. "Rodney?"
"My office!" Rodney's voice emerged.
Radek peeked in and took in the sight of Rodney slumped over his laptop, sipping at his coffee. "You're early."
Rodney had been coming in a bit later in the morning since Dr. Beckett had been released from the infirmary, but even before then Radek was usually the first one in the labs.
Rodney grunted. "Couldn't sleep. My shins hurt. Parrish is so going home on the next Daedalus run."
Radek stared at Rodney in surprise. "It was honest mistake."
"Well, it's the last one he's making. Goddammit! I think that plant must have been poisoned. I can't type."
Radek considered for a moment. He'd remained quiet about his suspicions for quite some time now, not feeling it was his place. While he found the relationship between his superior and the two other men to be a bit mystifying, he saw nothing wrong with it as long as it made them all happy. But now... Now, Rodney was anything but happy.
"Come with me. I think you need some fresh air."
Rodney snorted, turning to look at him. "Fresh air? I avoid fresh air unless it's absolutely necessary. Too much pollen and bees and... and..." Rodney waved vaguely. "...things."
"Well, I need fresh air to tolerate this sludge you call coffee and I have things to discuss with you."
"What's wrong with the coffee? I used twelve scoops. That's right, isn't it?"
Radek rolled his eyes. "You can remember pi to two dozen digits, but you cannot remember how many scoops of coffee the machine takes."
"I fail to see the correlation."
"Come on. It's a nice morning out."
Rodney grumbled, but followed him out onto the nearest balcony. Radek leaned on the rails, staring out at the sea. From a distance, he could appreciate the beauty of the blue expanse, even if it filled him with dread when he got too close. He waited a moment, taking tiny sips of his coffee, until Rodney fell mostly silent beside him.
He took a deep breath and plunged into the conversation. "I have known about you and Colonel Sheppard and Doctor Beckett for some time now."
Rodney started. "What do you mean? We're not--"
"Please. Do not insult my intelligence."
Rodney gaped at him for a moment, then his eyes narrowed. "Why are you telling me this?"
Radek sighed. "Because I can see you are unhappy and you are my friend."
Rodney looked confused for a moment. "Okay...?"
"I thought perhaps you could use... a friendly ear."
Rodney stared into his coffee, his mouth set in an unhappy line. "Well, thank you for the offer, but considering... the risk to Colonel Sheppard's career if this got around--"
"I would not--!"
"Not you! But someone could overhear. I just... I can't risk it."
Radek sighed unhappily. "I am not the only one who has seen, you know. Once I got past the limitation of thinking you were with one or the other, it was obvious. You are fortunate to have their love."
"Yeah, well..." Rodney drained his mug in one go, shuddering. "I'm not so sure the present tense is the right one to use there."
It was Radek's turn to gape. He shook his head. "They would never leave you."
Rodney shrugged. "I need more coffee."
Radek watched in dismay as Rodney walked back inside, his shoulders slumped. "Rodney, wait!"
Rodney turned. "Please, drop it. I've said too much already."
"Ohayo gozaimasu!" Miko called cheerily, walking into the lab.
Rodney seemed to relax at the interruption. He nodded to Radek, grumbled a greeting to Miko, and walked away, toward the coffeepot.
***
"Well, my dear," Carson said, sitting on the stool to face the Athosian woman, "it appears congratulations are in order. As ye expected, you're pregnant."
Liata beamed. "Oh! I had hoped. I cannot wait to tell John."
Carson blinked. "Colonel Sheppard?"
She laughed. "That would be silly! I speak of Sergeant Stackhouse. His first name is John."
Carson nodded. "I knew that." He considered her a moment. "Does that mean you believe the baby to be his?"
"Yes. There is little likelihood of it being anyone else's. Though I suppose..."
"Yes?"
"There is a small chance it could be Har-- Doctor Corrigan's. Sometimes Adeka uses her fingers after--"
"That's perfectly all right. Ye don't need to explain it to me."
She hugged herself. "I am so delighted. My daughter and Adeka's sons were with our husbands when they were culled. We had only each other left. To have a family again will be so wonderful."
He nodded. When they arrived in the settlement, he and John had been mobbed by Athosian children. Carson had had a moment of panic, but it had been all right. "Will ye be telling the sergeant then?"
"Yes, of course. Oh! You will not tell him, will you?"
"No, love. Anything you tell me is completely confidential."
"Oh! It must be difficult keeping all of those secrets, as well as your own."
"My own?" he asked.
She nodded. "You and your men. John has tried to explain to me why it is improper to speak of it with your people. I do not truly understand." She touched his hand. "But even though we do not understand, your secret is safe with the Athosian people. It will never be revealed to those outside this village."
"My men?" Carson asked.
She nodded. "Colonel Sheppard and Doctor McKay." Her eyes danced. "It was a sad day here when we determined that you and Colonel Sheppard were no longer eligible."
Carson was feeling strangely lightheaded. "And Rodney?" he asked weakly.
"Oh! Him, too. But less so, since he is not fond of children."
Carson rubbed the bridge of his nose. "If you'll excuse me, I think I need some fresh air." He quickly stood and stumbled toward the door.
***
"You can wash up in here if you wish," Halling said, indicating the hut they used to host overnight visitors.
"Thanks, Halling." John flung an arm around Carson's shoulder and gave it a manly shake. "You're not half bad at football, doc."
"That isn't football," Carson shot back. "But I couldn't refuse all that pouting. The children were fairly convincing as well."
John grinned. "They're great kids, aren't they?"
Carson swung the door shut behind them and John turned, hands sliding to Carson's waist, and kissed him.
"John," Carson said warningly.
"Hey, they already know, so what's the use in pretending? Besides, they won't come in here anyway."
"You're taking this remarkably well."
John kissed his forehead. "Maybe I'm just relieved to finally have someone who knows. Honestly, I knew going into this that if things continued sooner or later someone would figure it out."
Carson buried his fingers in John's sweaty hair and pulled him in for another kiss. He made a snort of disgust as they pulled apart. "You're just a wee bit rank, love."
"You're not exactly swimming in rosewater yourself," John teased. "It makes me want to get sweatier."
"Really? What did you have in mind?"
John's eyes had taken on the green hue of arousal that Carson loved so well. "Hmmm... What are you up for?"
Carson hesitated. It wasn't just a playful question, he knew. John wanted to know... needed to know. "Inside you..." he whispered.
John shuddered. "Anytime."
Carson bent John's head down and took another kiss, body pressing against John's. A part of him was surprised that the smell didn't bother him more, but this was distinctly John, mixed with grass and earth and sunshine. "Hm. Ah, do ye have any condoms, love? I think I gave the last of mine out."
"Um... I might..." John pulled him closer, pressing a thigh against Carson's erection. "Ah, God, I want you so bad..."
Carson lost himself in tasting John's kisses, tongues sliding together, teasing, as their bodies pressed and moved. John's hand left his waist and began unbuttoning his fly. Carson groaned as John slid his hand into his boxers and wrapped it around Carson's erection, warm and solid. "Ah, love! Ye'd best stop now if you want me inside you."
John's eyes seemed to darken even more. "Oh, well, maybe I should just take care of this..." He gave Carson's cock a squeeze. "... and then we can take our time later."
Carson shivered, wanting this man so badly. "Aye, maybe--"
John's kiss cut off the rest of his words and then his lover was sliding down his body to kneel before him. John gazed at his erection almost hungrily and then looked up, wordlessly asking permission.
There were few images in Carson's experience as erotic as John kneeling before him, wanting nothing more than Carson's pleasure. Carson buried his fingers in John's hair and pulled him forward, watching as his cock disappeared into the heat of John's mouth. He gasped at the sensation, John's tongue tasting him, lips closing on his shaft and sliding forward, taking him in completely.
"Ah, love," he murmured, caressing John's cheek.
John looked up, the corners of his eyes crinkling in a smile. He tipped his head back slightly and gave Carson a look that Rodney had nicknamed John's "fuck me face."
Carson tightened his grip, pulled out and then pumped back in. John hummed in appreciation, the vibration making Carson gasp and buck forward. Carson let out a shuddering breath as he felt John relax his throat and push forward, taking Carson's cock past his gag point. Carson gave in, pumping into John's mouth erratically as the heat coiled at the base of his cock. "Oh, God! Oh, God! Swallow me, love. Swallow..."
John swallowed, throat massaging Carson's cock head, and the heat pulsed into Carson's cock and out into John's mouth and down John's throat. His world narrowed to the throbbing of his cock, the heat of John's mouth, and the agonising pleasure of John's throat closing around him. Carson's knees buckled.
John grabbed him around the waist. Carson leaned on John's shoulders and did a slow slide to the floor. John pulled him close. "You okay?"
Carson leaned against his lover, realising John was still fully clothed. "Fine, love. More than fine."
"Good." John started to tilt his head for a kiss, but then stopped and pulled back.
"What's wrong?"
"I probably taste like come."
"Oh." Carson shuddered again, and this time it wasn't in pleasure. "Sorry."
"It's okay," John soothed. "You'll get there."
Carson buried his face in John's shirt. "Sometimes it feels like it's going to be forever."
"Hey. One step at a time."
Carson fought back the sudden surge of frustration that was welling inside him. "I know. It doesn't make it any easier."
John's hand petted through his hair. "So think about what you can do. What you're going to do... if you still want to."
"I don't know," Carson said into John's shoulder.
John's hand rubbed soothing circles on his back. "I can't wait for it. Your cock sliding into me..." John's voice was low and seductive. "... all tight and hot, just taking you deep... So... Fucking... Deep..."
"Oh, God!"
"However you want me, babe... How do you want me? Standing? On all fours? On my back? In your lap? I don't care, so long as I can have you filling me up, stretching me, pumping into me..."
"Dear Lord, that mouth of yours is going to kill me."
"I think I got it from this lover of mine. Only he has a killer accent to go with it."
"Cheeky bastard."
John put his mouth up against Carson's ear. "Tell me, Carson. Tell me how you want to fuck me."
Carson shuddered and closed his eyes, a hundred images of lovemaking sessions with John flickering across his memory. The first time, in his mother's house, Rodney lying sated beside them as Carson knelt behind John and slid into his opening, already stretched and slick from Rodney. The one time they'd risked it on the Daedalus, Carson pressed up against and inside John, and Rodney against Carson's back, cock buried inside him. John straddling him. John curled into his arms, back to Carson's chest, head fallen back on Carson's shoulder as Carson pumped up into him and Rodney knelt between their legs, mouth around John's cock.
Carson felt himself stir to life. "I want to take you deep."
"Oh, yeah," John murmured. "I want to feel your balls slapping against my ass..."
"Come on, love. There's a bed we can use." He stood and offered John his hand.
"You still haven't told me how you want me," John said, grasping the hem of his black tee shirt, then pausing. "You do want me to undress, right?"
"Aye, love. I want you naked." Carson reached out and slid a hand under John's shirt, feeling the warmth of John's skin. "And I want you with that lovely arse of yours in the air and your head low."
John shivered. "God, yes!" He pulled his shirt off, revealing tanned skin and a generous amount of chest hair. He toed off his shoes as Carson's hand slipped lower to trace the outline of his erection through his pants.
"You like that thought, do you, love? Me, balls deep inside you?"
John's eyes darkened and he let out a low moan. "Yes! Fuck, yes."
"Ye said you had condoms?"
"Oh. Yeah." John dug into a pocket and pulled out a small case, presumably designed to hold cigarettes, but which he'd converted to carrying condoms and lube.
Carson took the case. "Undress for me, love."
It didn't take John long to shuck his trousers, boxers, and socks. Carson admired the way he moved so comfortably in his nakedness, erection proudly emerging from the triangle of dark hair. He sat on the bed, testing its softness and give, eying the woven blankets and furs dubiously. "Hey, Carson, give me a condom."
Carson raised his eyebrows, but handed John a packet and watched as his lover opened it and rolled the sheath down his own cock. "Ah. I see. To avoid stains?"
John nodded. "And scent, too. Just in case."
Carson nodded appreciatively and then reached for the hem of his own shirt, feeling suddenly self-conscious. But John's eyes were on him, anticipating, hungry, and admiring. Quickly, Carson undressed himself. John let out a small moan of pleasure. Shakily, Carson handed him a condom. "Put it on me."
John grinned and pulled him forward, leaning down to give a quick kiss to Carson's cock head before sliding the whole thing in his mouth. Carson moaned as he felt himself harden further. John pulled off and quickly rolled the condom on.
Carson cupped his cheek. "Lie down, the way I want you."
John was quick to comply. Carson climbed into the bed behind him and enjoyed the sight laid out before him. He ran a hand down John's back and then traced the curve of his ass, slipped a hand between John's legs to fondle his balls. "Mmmm... Ye look so delicious like this, John."
"Fuck, Carson! Need you."
Carson ran a finger lightly between John's ass cheeks, spreading them to reveal the puckered hole. He fingered it slowly, teasingly. "Need me in here?"
"Nnnngg! Yes!"
Carson opened the lube and squirted some out on his fingers, then slowly traced John's entrance again. "You know," he said almost conversationally, if not for the breathless quality of his words, "I like watching this." John moaned and pushed back against him as Carson sank one slick finger into him. Carson began slowly sliding in and out, gauging John's reaction.
"Oh, yeah. More..."
"Mm. Aye, love. I know what you need." Carson added a second finger, pushing in deep and then slowly scissoring John open between teasing contacts to John's prostate. It wasn't long before John was pushing back against him eagerly, little whimpers escaping his lips. "Are ye ready for me?"
John nodded. "Take me."
Carson placed the tip of his cock against John's entrance and pushed forward slowly, watching as his erection slid into John's body. He paused as John moaned, but his lover pushed back against him, so Carson pushed in the rest of the way. He closed his eyes and just reveled in the heat and tightness of John's body.
"God! You feel so good."
"So do you, love. Ready?"
"Yeah."
Carson pulled back and pushed in again. "So beautiful..." He took hold of John's hips and held him steady as he pumped into him, deep and hard.
"Fuck!" John gasped.
"Harder?" Carson asked.
"Yeah. God, yes."
Carson pumped into John even harder, feeling high with pleasure, with the intimacy of what they were doing, with John's trust and surrender. John was gasping and moaning with each thrust, communicating his pleasure in wordless vocalisations. Carson concentrated on angling his thrusts, feeling his cock head slide against John's inner wall, eliciting stuttering gasps with each slide. He was glad for his earlier climax, or the pleasure as the tight ring of muscle at John's opening slid up and down his shaft with each thrust, the heat that enveloped him, would already be pulling him over the edge. As it was, he could tell John was close. "I want to feel you come," Carson crooned. "Come for me, John."
"Mmmmnnngg! Ah! Yeah... yeah... Oh, God!"
Carson pushed in deep. "Now, love."
John let out a long, low moan and Carson felt John's body contract around him in time to John's gasps.
When John's breathing was beginning to even out, Carson curled closer and rolled them so they were spooned together, with Carson still inside him. He dropped kisses on John's shoulders, not thrusting, knowing John was likely to be oversensitive for a few minutes. "Ah, John. I love you. Thank you for this."
John slipped his hands over Carson's wrapped around his chest, and snuggled closer. "Love you, too, babe. And it was my pleasure." John pulled his hands away. "You might want to hold your breath a minute."
Carson sat up enough to watch John strip the condom off his own wilting cock and quickly tie a knot near the opening. Carson gave a quick sniff. There was a hint of semen smell in the air, enough to clench his stomach for a moment before John moved back against him and Carson was distracted by the pleasure.
They lay for a long time curled together, moving just enough to keep Carson hard within John's body, caressing and kissing, Carson's hands exploring. Slowly, Carson's thrusts became deeper and more rhythmic, until he cried out, holding John close as he pulsed within him. "Ah, love," he murmured into John's skin. "Ah, love."
His only regret was that Rodney wasn't here to at least share in the afterglow.
AN: Focoso is a musical term meaning "passionately"
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Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Sheppard, Beckett, Zelenka, Halling
Relationships: Beckett/McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mention of non-con, major character whumpage, language, smut.
Spoilers: None this part
Summary: They had rescued him, but they had yet to truly bring him safely home. Part of the Aleatoric Life series.
Disclaimer: Undoubtedly I own them, and a whole lot of other things, in some universe, but not this one.
Radek walked into the lab and headed to the coffeepot. He paused and eyed it with surprise. Someone had already brewed a pot. He grabbed a cup and filled it, taking a careful sip. He grimaced. "Rodney?"
"My office!" Rodney's voice emerged.
Radek peeked in and took in the sight of Rodney slumped over his laptop, sipping at his coffee. "You're early."
Rodney had been coming in a bit later in the morning since Dr. Beckett had been released from the infirmary, but even before then Radek was usually the first one in the labs.
Rodney grunted. "Couldn't sleep. My shins hurt. Parrish is so going home on the next Daedalus run."
Radek stared at Rodney in surprise. "It was honest mistake."
"Well, it's the last one he's making. Goddammit! I think that plant must have been poisoned. I can't type."
Radek considered for a moment. He'd remained quiet about his suspicions for quite some time now, not feeling it was his place. While he found the relationship between his superior and the two other men to be a bit mystifying, he saw nothing wrong with it as long as it made them all happy. But now... Now, Rodney was anything but happy.
"Come with me. I think you need some fresh air."
Rodney snorted, turning to look at him. "Fresh air? I avoid fresh air unless it's absolutely necessary. Too much pollen and bees and... and..." Rodney waved vaguely. "...things."
"Well, I need fresh air to tolerate this sludge you call coffee and I have things to discuss with you."
"What's wrong with the coffee? I used twelve scoops. That's right, isn't it?"
Radek rolled his eyes. "You can remember pi to two dozen digits, but you cannot remember how many scoops of coffee the machine takes."
"I fail to see the correlation."
"Come on. It's a nice morning out."
Rodney grumbled, but followed him out onto the nearest balcony. Radek leaned on the rails, staring out at the sea. From a distance, he could appreciate the beauty of the blue expanse, even if it filled him with dread when he got too close. He waited a moment, taking tiny sips of his coffee, until Rodney fell mostly silent beside him.
He took a deep breath and plunged into the conversation. "I have known about you and Colonel Sheppard and Doctor Beckett for some time now."
Rodney started. "What do you mean? We're not--"
"Please. Do not insult my intelligence."
Rodney gaped at him for a moment, then his eyes narrowed. "Why are you telling me this?"
Radek sighed. "Because I can see you are unhappy and you are my friend."
Rodney looked confused for a moment. "Okay...?"
"I thought perhaps you could use... a friendly ear."
Rodney stared into his coffee, his mouth set in an unhappy line. "Well, thank you for the offer, but considering... the risk to Colonel Sheppard's career if this got around--"
"I would not--!"
"Not you! But someone could overhear. I just... I can't risk it."
Radek sighed unhappily. "I am not the only one who has seen, you know. Once I got past the limitation of thinking you were with one or the other, it was obvious. You are fortunate to have their love."
"Yeah, well..." Rodney drained his mug in one go, shuddering. "I'm not so sure the present tense is the right one to use there."
It was Radek's turn to gape. He shook his head. "They would never leave you."
Rodney shrugged. "I need more coffee."
Radek watched in dismay as Rodney walked back inside, his shoulders slumped. "Rodney, wait!"
Rodney turned. "Please, drop it. I've said too much already."
"Ohayo gozaimasu!" Miko called cheerily, walking into the lab.
Rodney seemed to relax at the interruption. He nodded to Radek, grumbled a greeting to Miko, and walked away, toward the coffeepot.
***
"Well, my dear," Carson said, sitting on the stool to face the Athosian woman, "it appears congratulations are in order. As ye expected, you're pregnant."
Liata beamed. "Oh! I had hoped. I cannot wait to tell John."
Carson blinked. "Colonel Sheppard?"
She laughed. "That would be silly! I speak of Sergeant Stackhouse. His first name is John."
Carson nodded. "I knew that." He considered her a moment. "Does that mean you believe the baby to be his?"
"Yes. There is little likelihood of it being anyone else's. Though I suppose..."
"Yes?"
"There is a small chance it could be Har-- Doctor Corrigan's. Sometimes Adeka uses her fingers after--"
"That's perfectly all right. Ye don't need to explain it to me."
She hugged herself. "I am so delighted. My daughter and Adeka's sons were with our husbands when they were culled. We had only each other left. To have a family again will be so wonderful."
He nodded. When they arrived in the settlement, he and John had been mobbed by Athosian children. Carson had had a moment of panic, but it had been all right. "Will ye be telling the sergeant then?"
"Yes, of course. Oh! You will not tell him, will you?"
"No, love. Anything you tell me is completely confidential."
"Oh! It must be difficult keeping all of those secrets, as well as your own."
"My own?" he asked.
She nodded. "You and your men. John has tried to explain to me why it is improper to speak of it with your people. I do not truly understand." She touched his hand. "But even though we do not understand, your secret is safe with the Athosian people. It will never be revealed to those outside this village."
"My men?" Carson asked.
She nodded. "Colonel Sheppard and Doctor McKay." Her eyes danced. "It was a sad day here when we determined that you and Colonel Sheppard were no longer eligible."
Carson was feeling strangely lightheaded. "And Rodney?" he asked weakly.
"Oh! Him, too. But less so, since he is not fond of children."
Carson rubbed the bridge of his nose. "If you'll excuse me, I think I need some fresh air." He quickly stood and stumbled toward the door.
***
"You can wash up in here if you wish," Halling said, indicating the hut they used to host overnight visitors.
"Thanks, Halling." John flung an arm around Carson's shoulder and gave it a manly shake. "You're not half bad at football, doc."
"That isn't football," Carson shot back. "But I couldn't refuse all that pouting. The children were fairly convincing as well."
John grinned. "They're great kids, aren't they?"
Carson swung the door shut behind them and John turned, hands sliding to Carson's waist, and kissed him.
"John," Carson said warningly.
"Hey, they already know, so what's the use in pretending? Besides, they won't come in here anyway."
"You're taking this remarkably well."
John kissed his forehead. "Maybe I'm just relieved to finally have someone who knows. Honestly, I knew going into this that if things continued sooner or later someone would figure it out."
Carson buried his fingers in John's sweaty hair and pulled him in for another kiss. He made a snort of disgust as they pulled apart. "You're just a wee bit rank, love."
"You're not exactly swimming in rosewater yourself," John teased. "It makes me want to get sweatier."
"Really? What did you have in mind?"
John's eyes had taken on the green hue of arousal that Carson loved so well. "Hmmm... What are you up for?"
Carson hesitated. It wasn't just a playful question, he knew. John wanted to know... needed to know. "Inside you..." he whispered.
John shuddered. "Anytime."
Carson bent John's head down and took another kiss, body pressing against John's. A part of him was surprised that the smell didn't bother him more, but this was distinctly John, mixed with grass and earth and sunshine. "Hm. Ah, do ye have any condoms, love? I think I gave the last of mine out."
"Um... I might..." John pulled him closer, pressing a thigh against Carson's erection. "Ah, God, I want you so bad..."
Carson lost himself in tasting John's kisses, tongues sliding together, teasing, as their bodies pressed and moved. John's hand left his waist and began unbuttoning his fly. Carson groaned as John slid his hand into his boxers and wrapped it around Carson's erection, warm and solid. "Ah, love! Ye'd best stop now if you want me inside you."
John's eyes seemed to darken even more. "Oh, well, maybe I should just take care of this..." He gave Carson's cock a squeeze. "... and then we can take our time later."
Carson shivered, wanting this man so badly. "Aye, maybe--"
John's kiss cut off the rest of his words and then his lover was sliding down his body to kneel before him. John gazed at his erection almost hungrily and then looked up, wordlessly asking permission.
There were few images in Carson's experience as erotic as John kneeling before him, wanting nothing more than Carson's pleasure. Carson buried his fingers in John's hair and pulled him forward, watching as his cock disappeared into the heat of John's mouth. He gasped at the sensation, John's tongue tasting him, lips closing on his shaft and sliding forward, taking him in completely.
"Ah, love," he murmured, caressing John's cheek.
John looked up, the corners of his eyes crinkling in a smile. He tipped his head back slightly and gave Carson a look that Rodney had nicknamed John's "fuck me face."
Carson tightened his grip, pulled out and then pumped back in. John hummed in appreciation, the vibration making Carson gasp and buck forward. Carson let out a shuddering breath as he felt John relax his throat and push forward, taking Carson's cock past his gag point. Carson gave in, pumping into John's mouth erratically as the heat coiled at the base of his cock. "Oh, God! Oh, God! Swallow me, love. Swallow..."
John swallowed, throat massaging Carson's cock head, and the heat pulsed into Carson's cock and out into John's mouth and down John's throat. His world narrowed to the throbbing of his cock, the heat of John's mouth, and the agonising pleasure of John's throat closing around him. Carson's knees buckled.
John grabbed him around the waist. Carson leaned on John's shoulders and did a slow slide to the floor. John pulled him close. "You okay?"
Carson leaned against his lover, realising John was still fully clothed. "Fine, love. More than fine."
"Good." John started to tilt his head for a kiss, but then stopped and pulled back.
"What's wrong?"
"I probably taste like come."
"Oh." Carson shuddered again, and this time it wasn't in pleasure. "Sorry."
"It's okay," John soothed. "You'll get there."
Carson buried his face in John's shirt. "Sometimes it feels like it's going to be forever."
"Hey. One step at a time."
Carson fought back the sudden surge of frustration that was welling inside him. "I know. It doesn't make it any easier."
John's hand petted through his hair. "So think about what you can do. What you're going to do... if you still want to."
"I don't know," Carson said into John's shoulder.
John's hand rubbed soothing circles on his back. "I can't wait for it. Your cock sliding into me..." John's voice was low and seductive. "... all tight and hot, just taking you deep... So... Fucking... Deep..."
"Oh, God!"
"However you want me, babe... How do you want me? Standing? On all fours? On my back? In your lap? I don't care, so long as I can have you filling me up, stretching me, pumping into me..."
"Dear Lord, that mouth of yours is going to kill me."
"I think I got it from this lover of mine. Only he has a killer accent to go with it."
"Cheeky bastard."
John put his mouth up against Carson's ear. "Tell me, Carson. Tell me how you want to fuck me."
Carson shuddered and closed his eyes, a hundred images of lovemaking sessions with John flickering across his memory. The first time, in his mother's house, Rodney lying sated beside them as Carson knelt behind John and slid into his opening, already stretched and slick from Rodney. The one time they'd risked it on the Daedalus, Carson pressed up against and inside John, and Rodney against Carson's back, cock buried inside him. John straddling him. John curled into his arms, back to Carson's chest, head fallen back on Carson's shoulder as Carson pumped up into him and Rodney knelt between their legs, mouth around John's cock.
Carson felt himself stir to life. "I want to take you deep."
"Oh, yeah," John murmured. "I want to feel your balls slapping against my ass..."
"Come on, love. There's a bed we can use." He stood and offered John his hand.
"You still haven't told me how you want me," John said, grasping the hem of his black tee shirt, then pausing. "You do want me to undress, right?"
"Aye, love. I want you naked." Carson reached out and slid a hand under John's shirt, feeling the warmth of John's skin. "And I want you with that lovely arse of yours in the air and your head low."
John shivered. "God, yes!" He pulled his shirt off, revealing tanned skin and a generous amount of chest hair. He toed off his shoes as Carson's hand slipped lower to trace the outline of his erection through his pants.
"You like that thought, do you, love? Me, balls deep inside you?"
John's eyes darkened and he let out a low moan. "Yes! Fuck, yes."
"Ye said you had condoms?"
"Oh. Yeah." John dug into a pocket and pulled out a small case, presumably designed to hold cigarettes, but which he'd converted to carrying condoms and lube.
Carson took the case. "Undress for me, love."
It didn't take John long to shuck his trousers, boxers, and socks. Carson admired the way he moved so comfortably in his nakedness, erection proudly emerging from the triangle of dark hair. He sat on the bed, testing its softness and give, eying the woven blankets and furs dubiously. "Hey, Carson, give me a condom."
Carson raised his eyebrows, but handed John a packet and watched as his lover opened it and rolled the sheath down his own cock. "Ah. I see. To avoid stains?"
John nodded. "And scent, too. Just in case."
Carson nodded appreciatively and then reached for the hem of his own shirt, feeling suddenly self-conscious. But John's eyes were on him, anticipating, hungry, and admiring. Quickly, Carson undressed himself. John let out a small moan of pleasure. Shakily, Carson handed him a condom. "Put it on me."
John grinned and pulled him forward, leaning down to give a quick kiss to Carson's cock head before sliding the whole thing in his mouth. Carson moaned as he felt himself harden further. John pulled off and quickly rolled the condom on.
Carson cupped his cheek. "Lie down, the way I want you."
John was quick to comply. Carson climbed into the bed behind him and enjoyed the sight laid out before him. He ran a hand down John's back and then traced the curve of his ass, slipped a hand between John's legs to fondle his balls. "Mmmm... Ye look so delicious like this, John."
"Fuck, Carson! Need you."
Carson ran a finger lightly between John's ass cheeks, spreading them to reveal the puckered hole. He fingered it slowly, teasingly. "Need me in here?"
"Nnnngg! Yes!"
Carson opened the lube and squirted some out on his fingers, then slowly traced John's entrance again. "You know," he said almost conversationally, if not for the breathless quality of his words, "I like watching this." John moaned and pushed back against him as Carson sank one slick finger into him. Carson began slowly sliding in and out, gauging John's reaction.
"Oh, yeah. More..."
"Mm. Aye, love. I know what you need." Carson added a second finger, pushing in deep and then slowly scissoring John open between teasing contacts to John's prostate. It wasn't long before John was pushing back against him eagerly, little whimpers escaping his lips. "Are ye ready for me?"
John nodded. "Take me."
Carson placed the tip of his cock against John's entrance and pushed forward slowly, watching as his erection slid into John's body. He paused as John moaned, but his lover pushed back against him, so Carson pushed in the rest of the way. He closed his eyes and just reveled in the heat and tightness of John's body.
"God! You feel so good."
"So do you, love. Ready?"
"Yeah."
Carson pulled back and pushed in again. "So beautiful..." He took hold of John's hips and held him steady as he pumped into him, deep and hard.
"Fuck!" John gasped.
"Harder?" Carson asked.
"Yeah. God, yes."
Carson pumped into John even harder, feeling high with pleasure, with the intimacy of what they were doing, with John's trust and surrender. John was gasping and moaning with each thrust, communicating his pleasure in wordless vocalisations. Carson concentrated on angling his thrusts, feeling his cock head slide against John's inner wall, eliciting stuttering gasps with each slide. He was glad for his earlier climax, or the pleasure as the tight ring of muscle at John's opening slid up and down his shaft with each thrust, the heat that enveloped him, would already be pulling him over the edge. As it was, he could tell John was close. "I want to feel you come," Carson crooned. "Come for me, John."
"Mmmmnnngg! Ah! Yeah... yeah... Oh, God!"
Carson pushed in deep. "Now, love."
John let out a long, low moan and Carson felt John's body contract around him in time to John's gasps.
When John's breathing was beginning to even out, Carson curled closer and rolled them so they were spooned together, with Carson still inside him. He dropped kisses on John's shoulders, not thrusting, knowing John was likely to be oversensitive for a few minutes. "Ah, John. I love you. Thank you for this."
John slipped his hands over Carson's wrapped around his chest, and snuggled closer. "Love you, too, babe. And it was my pleasure." John pulled his hands away. "You might want to hold your breath a minute."
Carson sat up enough to watch John strip the condom off his own wilting cock and quickly tie a knot near the opening. Carson gave a quick sniff. There was a hint of semen smell in the air, enough to clench his stomach for a moment before John moved back against him and Carson was distracted by the pleasure.
They lay for a long time curled together, moving just enough to keep Carson hard within John's body, caressing and kissing, Carson's hands exploring. Slowly, Carson's thrusts became deeper and more rhythmic, until he cried out, holding John close as he pulsed within him. "Ah, love," he murmured into John's skin. "Ah, love."
His only regret was that Rodney wasn't here to at least share in the afterglow.
AN: Focoso is a musical term meaning "passionately"
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