Fic: Aleatoric Life 20/25: Giubilante
Title: Aleatoric Life 20: Giubilante
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Sheppard, Beckett, Emmagan, Dex, Halling
Relationships: Beckett/McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mention of non-con, 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.
Rodney lay back on the blanket and stared at the stars just beginning to appear in the sky. Carson was curled on one side and John on the other. His husbands.
The day had been filled with food and drink, dancing, singing, playing, impromptu poetry, meddling advice, stories, and at least six women offering to bear children for the family Kerulian, all interspersed with Carson's and John's kisses, caresses, laughter, and embraces.
There was only one thing that could make this day any better, and Rodney was patently ignoring the increasing glances between the newlyweds and the waiting marriage tent.
Carson leaned down and kissed him, his hand sliding into Rodney's robe to play across his chest and tease a nipple. Then Carson broke the kiss and leaned across him. Rodney watched as his husbands kissed over him, then John was the one leaning down to take his mouth. Rodney moaned as John's tongue plunged into his mouth and then slid out and back in, rhythmic and driving and primal.
"You know," Carson whispered in his ear as John continued the assault on his mouth, "if you don't come with us to the wedding tent fairly soon, we'll be forced to ravish you here in public."
"Fat chance," Rodney answered as John's mouth worked down his throat.
"Our clothes are in there," John said between kisses. "We have to go at some point to change."
"I'm not having sex in there while the kids are playing 'the colonel and the wraith' in the woods right next to it."
"Halling says they send up quite a din of catcalls and teasing when they see the newlyweds sneaking off," Carson said. "It serves to warn everyone to stay away."
"Oh, yes, just what I want! The whole village knowing I'm sneaking off to have sex."
"Hey, they don't know what we'll end up doing. We could just neck for a while, then change clothes," John suggested.
"But that's not what they'll think is happening."
"So?" Carson asked. "Come on, love. I want to be able to hold you and kiss you without worrying about these robes coming open."
"And I wouldn't mind putting my jeans and long-sleeved shirt on. It's getting a little chilly out," John argued.
"Okay, okay, but just petting. No sex."
"Define sex."
"What is it about you Americans?"
"Hey!" John protested.
Carson chuckled and stood up, extending his hands. "Come on, loves. It's time for some alone time."
As they made their way to the flower-bedecked tent, a ululation started among the Athosians. The women called out, their mocking joined by a few men.
"Did you get enough food to keep up your strength?"
"If you need any help, just call!"
"Sing a song of love for us!"
"Do it at the entrance so we can hear!"
"Be sure to cry out loudly!"
"With names!"
"Yes! We need to know who is the best snake trapper among you."
Peals of laughter followed this last.
Rodney found his face turning hot and knew it had to be a deep red. In front of him, John turned and grinned to the crowd of Athosians, waving, and then winked.
"Oh, he is such a tease!"
"He can tease me anytime!"
"Oh, I would rather have Rodney. I would bet his tongue is just as agile when he is not talking."
"And such a delicious ass!"
"But Carson has such fine hands!"
"And other parts!"
Rodney looked over and saw Carson turning pink as well. John just grinned bigger and swaggered into the wedding tent, hands already reaching for the belt of his robe. Rodney paused, suddenly not sure he could enter with everyone looking.
John stuck his head out the entrance, showing off a naked shoulder, eliciting whoops from the crowd. "Come on, babes."
Carson stepped around him and turned, wrapping his hands in the lapels of Rodney's robe and pulling him into a sloppy kiss. "Ye'd best come inside, love, before we strip you right here."
Carson stepped back, still holding Rodney's robe, and tugged. Rodney went, while catcalls about the reluctant husband rang in his ears.
***
John stepped behind Rodney as Carson dragged their hesitant husband into the tent and slipped his arms around Rodney's solid frame, kissing the join of neck and shoulder.
"How long do you think they will be in there?" a voice outside teasingly demanded.
Several voices answered at once, with varying lengths of time.
"Five minutes!" Ronon's distinctive voice called out.
There were titters at this prediction.
"I'll show him five minutes," Rodney muttered.
Carson chuckled and grinned past Rodney at John, then raised his eyebrows. "I thought you were getting undressed, John."
"Can't get the belt off," John admitted, glancing down at the robe hung around his waist.
"Well, we'll just have to help you with that," Carson said.
"Or not," Rodney added. "They are pretty easy access."
"I thought you weren't interested in sex," John said, returning his mouth to Rodney's neck.
"Well... if I'm going to get teased about it..."
"Uh-huh," John murmured, wishing he could feel more of Rodney with his hands.
"Well, we've a lovely set-up here," Carson commented.
John had given the bed and scattered cushions only a cursory glance. Now he looked at them closer. "Bed's pretty high off the ground."
"I'll bet it's the perfect height for standing while your partner's lying down," Carson offered. "And a table full of pots of oils and lotions..."
"And condoms," Rodney pointed out.
John laughed. "Looks like they're regifting you, Carson."
"Mmm... and here I was thinking for tonight we'd do without."
John shivered. "I like that thought."
"Well, loves, unless we intend to give the Athosians a concert here just inside the tent..." Carson started.
"Nope. Definitely not happening," Rodney said, pushing Carson toward the bed and pulling John along behind.
They all three climbed into the bed and snuggled together, kissing, caressing and pulling at clothes, shifting partners effortlessly from long experience, until John found himself lying naked, save for his belt, under Carson's devastating kisses, Carson's body pressed against his as Rodney's hands and mouth roamed over Carson's back and ass.
Suddenly, Carson stiffened and shuddered. "Sorry, loves, it's too close."
Rodney backed off, looking apologetic and Carson rolled away from John, sighing as he ran a hand through his hair.
"You okay?" John asked, all thought of pleasure lost for the moment.
"Aye, love, I'm fine. I'm just not ready to be pressed between you yet. Give me a wee bit to get my breath."
"Okay. Sure."
Carson reached out and took Rodney's hand. "I'm all right, really. Let me watch you two for a while and I'll join in."
Rodney nodded, still looking a bit guilty, and lay down half on and half next to John. He tentatively leaned over and kissed John, who slipped his arms around Rodney's waist and responded, concentrating on putting on a bit of a show for Carson.
"I love watching you two together," Carson murmured, reaching out to trace around John's exposed nipple.
John moaned in appreciation. "What would you like to see us do?"
Rodney grinned down at him, eyes dark with desire.
"Oh, dear, such a difficult decision," Carson said, slipping closer to run his hand down Rodney's back. "Ye have such a lovely mouth, John, and I love to watch you sucking cock with it. On the other hand, it's unbelievable to watch you give yourself up. Yet again, Rodney's arse is so perfectly fuckable... and to watch that mouth set to work on someone..."
John shivered, growing harder at each thought, picturing Rodney and him performing for Carson.
"I want his ass," Rodney said, voice rough. "Though I'd love to watch you fuck his mouth... or have you fuck me."
"Oh!" Carson gasped. "Yes, I'd like that-- either of those."
"Yeah." John nodded.
Carson leaned over and kissed Rodney. "Get him ready, love, and I'll be thinking about what I want to do." He picked up a jar from the bedside table and unstoppered it, sniffing, nodding and then handing it to Rodney. "This, I think. Mistflower oil."
Rodney poured a drop onto his finger and rubbed his thumb against it, nodding. "Yeah, this'll be interesting."
"Mistflower? You perfuming up my ass?" John asked teasingly.
Carson chuckled. "Nothing wrong with having a sweet-smelling arse to fuck, love."
John gasped and arched as Rodney sat up and poured oil in a line down his chest and stomach, ending with a dribble on his cock. Carson and Rodney shared knowing grins, then two sets of hands descended on his body. He groaned as his husbands worked the oil across his chest, circling his nipples till they were hard and crinkled. Rodney leaned down and gave an experimental lick across one nub, causing John to moan and arch again.
"That's what I thought," Rodney said. "It's the oil they use in those little yellow sweetcakes of theirs."
Carson leaned down and tried the nipple on his side. "You're right. It is."
Rodney's hands swept down onto John's stomach, his mouth following, kissing and licking, as his hands spread the oil evenly over John's abdomen. John shuddered as Carson's mouth closed over a nipple just as Rodney began rubbing the oil into the head of his cock.
Carson leaned up and kissed him, tasting faintly of licorice and lavender-- mistflower, John supposed. John licked out, running his tongue along Carson's lips. Carson growled and plunged his tongue into John's mouth, possessive and hard. Rodney's hand was wrapped around the shaft of John's cock, coating it with oil.
"D'ye like the taste, love?" Carson asked.
"Combined with the activity, yeah," John said, grinning.
"Then I think I know what I want to do," Carson answered, reaching for the jar and slipping off the bed with it.
There was the tantalising sound of oiled flesh on flesh above John's head, where Carson stood, but John didn't have time to turn and watch as Rodney's mouth enveloped his cock at just that moment and drove all thought from his head. As John arched up and into that heat, a slick finger teased at his entrance, circling, but going no further.
"Scoot this way, love," Carson instructed, wrapping his hands around John's shoulders and pulling him bodily toward the edge of the bed.
Rodney made a noise of protest as John's cock was pulled from his mouth.
"The hell?" John asked, as his head left the mattress.
"Just relax and let your head hang back, love," Carson directed.
John did as he was told and fought a moment of disorientation at his new perspective on the world. Carson stepped close and John was looking up at his husband's balls and cock, up his torso and into Carson's intense and lust-darkened eyes.
"Open your mouth, John, and relax your throat."
He made himself yawn, relaxing his throat muscles, fighting back the groan as Rodney's fingers teased at his entrance again. Then Carson leaned over him, positioning his cock, and slowly pushed it into John's mouth, the head sliding against his tongue, leaving the taste of mistflower oil and precome along its path. As Carson's cock slipped past the back of his tongue and into his throat, Rodney sank two oil-slick fingers into him and John moaned around Carson's erection.
John had never been able to adequately explain the rush of watching and hearing a lover's moans of pleasure as his mouth worked them, but he gave himself over to it now, losing himself in the taste of Carson and the oil, the slick slide of skin against his tongue, the blunt press against his throat, Carson's moans and whimpers and murmured words. The added rush of his upside-down position left him slightly dizzy and flying, Carson's voice and cock and Rodney's fingers stretching him wide his only anchors.
Rodney manhandled him, pulling his hips up to slide his own knees and thighs under John's ass and lower back. John slipped his legs around Rodney's waist and set his feet flat on the mattress, adjusting his angle as Rodney positioned himself against John's entrance. John's groan as Rodney pushed into him was smothered by Carson's cock plunging deep into his mouth. John flung his arms out wide to steady himself and surrendered to his husbands' pleasure.
"So beautiful..." Carson murmured, leaning over the bed.
John could hear the wet sound of kisses and knew Carson and Rodney were kissing over him as they took their pleasure in his body. He closed his eyes, floating, pliant, full of light.
"Oh... God..." Carson gasped, thrusts growing erratic. "Oh, love... Oh, John!"
Carson's erection seemed to grow harder and then pulsed into him, filling his mouth with warm, slick, musky fluid. John swallowed it, eliciting another groan from Carson, still spilling into him.
He found himself falling over the edge to the sound of Carson's vocalisations, strangely gentle and distant as his cock spilled onto his stomach. The world went grey and lopsided.
"Fuck!" Rodney gasped from somewhere far away and John felt Rodney's cock throb within him before he slid into darkness.
***
Rodney had had lovers go boneless on him before, but when John's body went limp under him, even in the middle of an orgasm, Rodney knew something was wrong. "Carson!"
Carson's eyes popped open and he took in John's rag-doll-like state. "Quick, help me get him on the bed."
"Oh, God, oh, God, ohgod! We've killed him!" Rodney's mind filled with scenarios-- heart attacks, strokes, brain aneurysms-- and they'd have to explain how he came to his present state.
Carson looked up from where he was checking John's pulse, shaking his head. "Pulse is normal, considering. So is breathing. Give me that cloth there-- the wet one."
Rodney did, and then cradled John's head while Carson patted his face with the cool, wet cloth.
"John, love, wake up," Carson crooned, concern in his voice.
"Yeah, come on," Rodney said, smoothing John's sweaty hair back from his face, heart pounding in fear.
John twitched and shoved the cloth away from his face, blinking in confusion.
"John?" Carson asked.
"Yeah?" John said, sounding a bit befuddled. "What happened?"
"You scared the shit out of us. That's what happened," Rodney answered.
"You passed out," Carson answered.
"Fainted," Rodney corrected.
Carson rolled his eyes, then slid out of the bed and padded over to his clothes, digging through them till he came up with a penlight.
"What's the last thing you remember?" Rodney asked as Carson climbed back into the bed.
"Um. You coming..." John said. "It's all kind of fuzzy."
"Look at me," Carson instructed, flicking the light into John's eyes. "Any headache, nausea, dizziness?"
"Not now that I'm upright."
"When did you last take painkillers?" Carson asked.
"An hour ago or so," John answered.
"An hour ago?"
"Yes. Why?"
"With the amount of wine ye've had today?"
"Oh." John blinked. "Um. Sorry?"
Carson sighed in exasperation. "Here I've had to practically force them down your throat and you pick today to just take them on your own?"
"Hey! It was my wedding day. I didn't want to be in pain."
"Daft git!"
"So..." Rodney interrupted, "it wasn't the upside-down position or anything?"
"No," Carson answered. "It's as safe a position as any other, as long as ye're not drugged out of your gourd."
John pouted at him.
"Stop that!"
"Aw, c'mon, Cars," John whined.
Carson sighed and leaned forward and kissed him, grimacing at the taste. "And don't call me 'Cars'-- I'm not an automobile." He sighed, swiping at his mouth. "Sorry, loves. I've got to get a wee bit of fresh air," he said as he slid out of bed and quickly pulled on pants. "Keep an eye on him, Rodney, love."
Rodney and John both murmured their assent and grinned as Carson emerging from the tent inspired more jokes.
"Oh, shirtless! He is as bad a tease as his husband John."
"Where are your husbands, honey? Did they kick you out?"
"I wore them out!" Carson answered, inspiring laughter and whistles. "I might need some of that lovely tea you brew to bring back to them."
John snuggled down into Rodney's lap, chuckling.
"You okay?" Rodney asked.
"Just really tired," John answered. "Didn't realise married sex was so much more exhausting."
Rodney grinned. "And it doesn't have anything to do with your body trying to heal or how badly you've been sleeping because of the pain in your hands."
"Hmmm... It might."
"Just don't do that again. I almost had a heart attack. I'm not a young man anymore, you know."
John smiled up at him. "We can't have that. Carson and I would miss you." He reached up and ran a finger along Rodney's cheek. "You know that, don't you? When I thought I'd lost you..."
Rodney nodded, swallowing the lump that had suddenly risen in his throat and blinking back tears. "Yeah. I know."
"Good. So, should we get cleaned up and dressed and go rejoin the party?"
"Yeah. Sounds good."
***
"Are you well, Carson?" Teyla asked.
Carson smiled at her. "Aye, love, I'm fine. I'm just... overly sensitive to certain odors."
Teyla's eyes held sympathy as she nodded. "Did you wish to have tea?"
"Yes, please," he answered, hoping the rich flavour would remove the lingering touch of musk of John's kiss.
Teyla walked away and Halling walked up, smiling and nodding. Carson appreciated that the Athosians had been notably untouchy since his rape, waiting for signs from him as to his comfort level before making any physical contact. "I hope the wedding tent was acceptable."
"Oh, it was lovely, really," Carson assured him.
"You are free to spend the night, if you desire. Our hospitality extends to breakfast as well."
"We'll discuss it. Thank you."
Teyla arrived back with a steaming cup of aromatic tea and handed it to him. Carson sipped it slowly, humming in appreciation as the flavour exploded on his tongue-- sweet and spicy.
Whoops and hoots erupted and Carson looked up to see his lovers-- his husbands, he reminded himself-- emerging from the tent, John in a pair of soft jeans and his zip-front black shirt and Rodney in khakis and a sweatshirt.
"Oh, baby!" someone yelled. "I know not what you were doing, Rodney, but it sounded like John liked it!"
Carson nearly choked on his tea. Rodney looked about ready to bolt.
"Oh, yeah, John liked it plenty!" John said, grinning.
Rodney gave John a betrayed look, even as he turned bright red.
There were whoops and someone asking John and Carson if they could borrow Rodney. "Just for a little while! I will return him only slightly more worn than when I got him..."
John slipped an arm around Rodney's waist. "Sorry. We're not done with him, yet."
"Aye, that's right," Carson agreed. "We just needed a wee break to make sure our poor, wounded John was all right."
There were sympathetic noises as John and Rodney made their way to Carson. They arranged themselves around him, with John ending up on his back with his head in Carson's lap.
The three sat and talked with Teyla and Halling and Ronon when he also joined them and ate bits of fruit and sweets. It was several minutes before Carson noticed John had fallen silent.
"I'm sure he wouldn't recommend it, right, John?" Rodney said. "John?"
Carson looked down into his lap. John was snoring lightly. He smiled fondly. "I think we'd best get our man to bed for the night, love."
"I guess I'd better radio Atlantis that we'll be staying," Rodney said.
Carson smoothed the hair back from John's face, thinking how young and vulnerable he looked in sleep. "Aye. I think that would be for the best."
Rodney leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss. "I'll be right back."
Carson watched him go and then smiled at their three friends. "Thank you for today. You don't know what it means to me, to us, to be able to share this with you."
"It is unfortunate you could not include more of your friends," Teyla said.
Carson nodded. "Aye, it is. But I'm afraid it will be a long while before marriages such as ours are accepted."
"Until then, your people will keep their silence," Halling assured him.
Carson nodded. "And for that, we're eternally grateful."
He looked across the clearing, where families were gathered, children asleep in the arms of mothers or fathers or other adult family members, lovers curled together, neighbours chatting, friends sharing food by firelight. He wondered when this had begun to feel so much like home, these people so much like family.
In a galaxy where he faced death and tragedy almost daily, he had found love, laughter, a people, and a home. Carson smiled as Rodney arrived back, silver hairs glinting in the firelight. He gently shifted John. "Come on, love. Let's go to bed."
And for all that he would have imagined a wedding night of passion, an uninjured spouse, a time free of turmoil, and his mother and cousins and aunts and uncles surrounding him, this was still perfect.
Just as he had hoped.
AN: Giubilante is a musical term meaning "exultant, jubilant"
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Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Sheppard, Beckett, Emmagan, Dex, Halling
Relationships: Beckett/McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mention of non-con, 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.
Rodney lay back on the blanket and stared at the stars just beginning to appear in the sky. Carson was curled on one side and John on the other. His husbands.
The day had been filled with food and drink, dancing, singing, playing, impromptu poetry, meddling advice, stories, and at least six women offering to bear children for the family Kerulian, all interspersed with Carson's and John's kisses, caresses, laughter, and embraces.
There was only one thing that could make this day any better, and Rodney was patently ignoring the increasing glances between the newlyweds and the waiting marriage tent.
Carson leaned down and kissed him, his hand sliding into Rodney's robe to play across his chest and tease a nipple. Then Carson broke the kiss and leaned across him. Rodney watched as his husbands kissed over him, then John was the one leaning down to take his mouth. Rodney moaned as John's tongue plunged into his mouth and then slid out and back in, rhythmic and driving and primal.
"You know," Carson whispered in his ear as John continued the assault on his mouth, "if you don't come with us to the wedding tent fairly soon, we'll be forced to ravish you here in public."
"Fat chance," Rodney answered as John's mouth worked down his throat.
"Our clothes are in there," John said between kisses. "We have to go at some point to change."
"I'm not having sex in there while the kids are playing 'the colonel and the wraith' in the woods right next to it."
"Halling says they send up quite a din of catcalls and teasing when they see the newlyweds sneaking off," Carson said. "It serves to warn everyone to stay away."
"Oh, yes, just what I want! The whole village knowing I'm sneaking off to have sex."
"Hey, they don't know what we'll end up doing. We could just neck for a while, then change clothes," John suggested.
"But that's not what they'll think is happening."
"So?" Carson asked. "Come on, love. I want to be able to hold you and kiss you without worrying about these robes coming open."
"And I wouldn't mind putting my jeans and long-sleeved shirt on. It's getting a little chilly out," John argued.
"Okay, okay, but just petting. No sex."
"Define sex."
"What is it about you Americans?"
"Hey!" John protested.
Carson chuckled and stood up, extending his hands. "Come on, loves. It's time for some alone time."
As they made their way to the flower-bedecked tent, a ululation started among the Athosians. The women called out, their mocking joined by a few men.
"Did you get enough food to keep up your strength?"
"If you need any help, just call!"
"Sing a song of love for us!"
"Do it at the entrance so we can hear!"
"Be sure to cry out loudly!"
"With names!"
"Yes! We need to know who is the best snake trapper among you."
Peals of laughter followed this last.
Rodney found his face turning hot and knew it had to be a deep red. In front of him, John turned and grinned to the crowd of Athosians, waving, and then winked.
"Oh, he is such a tease!"
"He can tease me anytime!"
"Oh, I would rather have Rodney. I would bet his tongue is just as agile when he is not talking."
"And such a delicious ass!"
"But Carson has such fine hands!"
"And other parts!"
Rodney looked over and saw Carson turning pink as well. John just grinned bigger and swaggered into the wedding tent, hands already reaching for the belt of his robe. Rodney paused, suddenly not sure he could enter with everyone looking.
John stuck his head out the entrance, showing off a naked shoulder, eliciting whoops from the crowd. "Come on, babes."
Carson stepped around him and turned, wrapping his hands in the lapels of Rodney's robe and pulling him into a sloppy kiss. "Ye'd best come inside, love, before we strip you right here."
Carson stepped back, still holding Rodney's robe, and tugged. Rodney went, while catcalls about the reluctant husband rang in his ears.
***
John stepped behind Rodney as Carson dragged their hesitant husband into the tent and slipped his arms around Rodney's solid frame, kissing the join of neck and shoulder.
"How long do you think they will be in there?" a voice outside teasingly demanded.
Several voices answered at once, with varying lengths of time.
"Five minutes!" Ronon's distinctive voice called out.
There were titters at this prediction.
"I'll show him five minutes," Rodney muttered.
Carson chuckled and grinned past Rodney at John, then raised his eyebrows. "I thought you were getting undressed, John."
"Can't get the belt off," John admitted, glancing down at the robe hung around his waist.
"Well, we'll just have to help you with that," Carson said.
"Or not," Rodney added. "They are pretty easy access."
"I thought you weren't interested in sex," John said, returning his mouth to Rodney's neck.
"Well... if I'm going to get teased about it..."
"Uh-huh," John murmured, wishing he could feel more of Rodney with his hands.
"Well, we've a lovely set-up here," Carson commented.
John had given the bed and scattered cushions only a cursory glance. Now he looked at them closer. "Bed's pretty high off the ground."
"I'll bet it's the perfect height for standing while your partner's lying down," Carson offered. "And a table full of pots of oils and lotions..."
"And condoms," Rodney pointed out.
John laughed. "Looks like they're regifting you, Carson."
"Mmm... and here I was thinking for tonight we'd do without."
John shivered. "I like that thought."
"Well, loves, unless we intend to give the Athosians a concert here just inside the tent..." Carson started.
"Nope. Definitely not happening," Rodney said, pushing Carson toward the bed and pulling John along behind.
They all three climbed into the bed and snuggled together, kissing, caressing and pulling at clothes, shifting partners effortlessly from long experience, until John found himself lying naked, save for his belt, under Carson's devastating kisses, Carson's body pressed against his as Rodney's hands and mouth roamed over Carson's back and ass.
Suddenly, Carson stiffened and shuddered. "Sorry, loves, it's too close."
Rodney backed off, looking apologetic and Carson rolled away from John, sighing as he ran a hand through his hair.
"You okay?" John asked, all thought of pleasure lost for the moment.
"Aye, love, I'm fine. I'm just not ready to be pressed between you yet. Give me a wee bit to get my breath."
"Okay. Sure."
Carson reached out and took Rodney's hand. "I'm all right, really. Let me watch you two for a while and I'll join in."
Rodney nodded, still looking a bit guilty, and lay down half on and half next to John. He tentatively leaned over and kissed John, who slipped his arms around Rodney's waist and responded, concentrating on putting on a bit of a show for Carson.
"I love watching you two together," Carson murmured, reaching out to trace around John's exposed nipple.
John moaned in appreciation. "What would you like to see us do?"
Rodney grinned down at him, eyes dark with desire.
"Oh, dear, such a difficult decision," Carson said, slipping closer to run his hand down Rodney's back. "Ye have such a lovely mouth, John, and I love to watch you sucking cock with it. On the other hand, it's unbelievable to watch you give yourself up. Yet again, Rodney's arse is so perfectly fuckable... and to watch that mouth set to work on someone..."
John shivered, growing harder at each thought, picturing Rodney and him performing for Carson.
"I want his ass," Rodney said, voice rough. "Though I'd love to watch you fuck his mouth... or have you fuck me."
"Oh!" Carson gasped. "Yes, I'd like that-- either of those."
"Yeah." John nodded.
Carson leaned over and kissed Rodney. "Get him ready, love, and I'll be thinking about what I want to do." He picked up a jar from the bedside table and unstoppered it, sniffing, nodding and then handing it to Rodney. "This, I think. Mistflower oil."
Rodney poured a drop onto his finger and rubbed his thumb against it, nodding. "Yeah, this'll be interesting."
"Mistflower? You perfuming up my ass?" John asked teasingly.
Carson chuckled. "Nothing wrong with having a sweet-smelling arse to fuck, love."
John gasped and arched as Rodney sat up and poured oil in a line down his chest and stomach, ending with a dribble on his cock. Carson and Rodney shared knowing grins, then two sets of hands descended on his body. He groaned as his husbands worked the oil across his chest, circling his nipples till they were hard and crinkled. Rodney leaned down and gave an experimental lick across one nub, causing John to moan and arch again.
"That's what I thought," Rodney said. "It's the oil they use in those little yellow sweetcakes of theirs."
Carson leaned down and tried the nipple on his side. "You're right. It is."
Rodney's hands swept down onto John's stomach, his mouth following, kissing and licking, as his hands spread the oil evenly over John's abdomen. John shuddered as Carson's mouth closed over a nipple just as Rodney began rubbing the oil into the head of his cock.
Carson leaned up and kissed him, tasting faintly of licorice and lavender-- mistflower, John supposed. John licked out, running his tongue along Carson's lips. Carson growled and plunged his tongue into John's mouth, possessive and hard. Rodney's hand was wrapped around the shaft of John's cock, coating it with oil.
"D'ye like the taste, love?" Carson asked.
"Combined with the activity, yeah," John said, grinning.
"Then I think I know what I want to do," Carson answered, reaching for the jar and slipping off the bed with it.
There was the tantalising sound of oiled flesh on flesh above John's head, where Carson stood, but John didn't have time to turn and watch as Rodney's mouth enveloped his cock at just that moment and drove all thought from his head. As John arched up and into that heat, a slick finger teased at his entrance, circling, but going no further.
"Scoot this way, love," Carson instructed, wrapping his hands around John's shoulders and pulling him bodily toward the edge of the bed.
Rodney made a noise of protest as John's cock was pulled from his mouth.
"The hell?" John asked, as his head left the mattress.
"Just relax and let your head hang back, love," Carson directed.
John did as he was told and fought a moment of disorientation at his new perspective on the world. Carson stepped close and John was looking up at his husband's balls and cock, up his torso and into Carson's intense and lust-darkened eyes.
"Open your mouth, John, and relax your throat."
He made himself yawn, relaxing his throat muscles, fighting back the groan as Rodney's fingers teased at his entrance again. Then Carson leaned over him, positioning his cock, and slowly pushed it into John's mouth, the head sliding against his tongue, leaving the taste of mistflower oil and precome along its path. As Carson's cock slipped past the back of his tongue and into his throat, Rodney sank two oil-slick fingers into him and John moaned around Carson's erection.
John had never been able to adequately explain the rush of watching and hearing a lover's moans of pleasure as his mouth worked them, but he gave himself over to it now, losing himself in the taste of Carson and the oil, the slick slide of skin against his tongue, the blunt press against his throat, Carson's moans and whimpers and murmured words. The added rush of his upside-down position left him slightly dizzy and flying, Carson's voice and cock and Rodney's fingers stretching him wide his only anchors.
Rodney manhandled him, pulling his hips up to slide his own knees and thighs under John's ass and lower back. John slipped his legs around Rodney's waist and set his feet flat on the mattress, adjusting his angle as Rodney positioned himself against John's entrance. John's groan as Rodney pushed into him was smothered by Carson's cock plunging deep into his mouth. John flung his arms out wide to steady himself and surrendered to his husbands' pleasure.
"So beautiful..." Carson murmured, leaning over the bed.
John could hear the wet sound of kisses and knew Carson and Rodney were kissing over him as they took their pleasure in his body. He closed his eyes, floating, pliant, full of light.
"Oh... God..." Carson gasped, thrusts growing erratic. "Oh, love... Oh, John!"
Carson's erection seemed to grow harder and then pulsed into him, filling his mouth with warm, slick, musky fluid. John swallowed it, eliciting another groan from Carson, still spilling into him.
He found himself falling over the edge to the sound of Carson's vocalisations, strangely gentle and distant as his cock spilled onto his stomach. The world went grey and lopsided.
"Fuck!" Rodney gasped from somewhere far away and John felt Rodney's cock throb within him before he slid into darkness.
***
Rodney had had lovers go boneless on him before, but when John's body went limp under him, even in the middle of an orgasm, Rodney knew something was wrong. "Carson!"
Carson's eyes popped open and he took in John's rag-doll-like state. "Quick, help me get him on the bed."
"Oh, God, oh, God, ohgod! We've killed him!" Rodney's mind filled with scenarios-- heart attacks, strokes, brain aneurysms-- and they'd have to explain how he came to his present state.
Carson looked up from where he was checking John's pulse, shaking his head. "Pulse is normal, considering. So is breathing. Give me that cloth there-- the wet one."
Rodney did, and then cradled John's head while Carson patted his face with the cool, wet cloth.
"John, love, wake up," Carson crooned, concern in his voice.
"Yeah, come on," Rodney said, smoothing John's sweaty hair back from his face, heart pounding in fear.
John twitched and shoved the cloth away from his face, blinking in confusion.
"John?" Carson asked.
"Yeah?" John said, sounding a bit befuddled. "What happened?"
"You scared the shit out of us. That's what happened," Rodney answered.
"You passed out," Carson answered.
"Fainted," Rodney corrected.
Carson rolled his eyes, then slid out of the bed and padded over to his clothes, digging through them till he came up with a penlight.
"What's the last thing you remember?" Rodney asked as Carson climbed back into the bed.
"Um. You coming..." John said. "It's all kind of fuzzy."
"Look at me," Carson instructed, flicking the light into John's eyes. "Any headache, nausea, dizziness?"
"Not now that I'm upright."
"When did you last take painkillers?" Carson asked.
"An hour ago or so," John answered.
"An hour ago?"
"Yes. Why?"
"With the amount of wine ye've had today?"
"Oh." John blinked. "Um. Sorry?"
Carson sighed in exasperation. "Here I've had to practically force them down your throat and you pick today to just take them on your own?"
"Hey! It was my wedding day. I didn't want to be in pain."
"Daft git!"
"So..." Rodney interrupted, "it wasn't the upside-down position or anything?"
"No," Carson answered. "It's as safe a position as any other, as long as ye're not drugged out of your gourd."
John pouted at him.
"Stop that!"
"Aw, c'mon, Cars," John whined.
Carson sighed and leaned forward and kissed him, grimacing at the taste. "And don't call me 'Cars'-- I'm not an automobile." He sighed, swiping at his mouth. "Sorry, loves. I've got to get a wee bit of fresh air," he said as he slid out of bed and quickly pulled on pants. "Keep an eye on him, Rodney, love."
Rodney and John both murmured their assent and grinned as Carson emerging from the tent inspired more jokes.
"Oh, shirtless! He is as bad a tease as his husband John."
"Where are your husbands, honey? Did they kick you out?"
"I wore them out!" Carson answered, inspiring laughter and whistles. "I might need some of that lovely tea you brew to bring back to them."
John snuggled down into Rodney's lap, chuckling.
"You okay?" Rodney asked.
"Just really tired," John answered. "Didn't realise married sex was so much more exhausting."
Rodney grinned. "And it doesn't have anything to do with your body trying to heal or how badly you've been sleeping because of the pain in your hands."
"Hmmm... It might."
"Just don't do that again. I almost had a heart attack. I'm not a young man anymore, you know."
John smiled up at him. "We can't have that. Carson and I would miss you." He reached up and ran a finger along Rodney's cheek. "You know that, don't you? When I thought I'd lost you..."
Rodney nodded, swallowing the lump that had suddenly risen in his throat and blinking back tears. "Yeah. I know."
"Good. So, should we get cleaned up and dressed and go rejoin the party?"
"Yeah. Sounds good."
***
"Are you well, Carson?" Teyla asked.
Carson smiled at her. "Aye, love, I'm fine. I'm just... overly sensitive to certain odors."
Teyla's eyes held sympathy as she nodded. "Did you wish to have tea?"
"Yes, please," he answered, hoping the rich flavour would remove the lingering touch of musk of John's kiss.
Teyla walked away and Halling walked up, smiling and nodding. Carson appreciated that the Athosians had been notably untouchy since his rape, waiting for signs from him as to his comfort level before making any physical contact. "I hope the wedding tent was acceptable."
"Oh, it was lovely, really," Carson assured him.
"You are free to spend the night, if you desire. Our hospitality extends to breakfast as well."
"We'll discuss it. Thank you."
Teyla arrived back with a steaming cup of aromatic tea and handed it to him. Carson sipped it slowly, humming in appreciation as the flavour exploded on his tongue-- sweet and spicy.
Whoops and hoots erupted and Carson looked up to see his lovers-- his husbands, he reminded himself-- emerging from the tent, John in a pair of soft jeans and his zip-front black shirt and Rodney in khakis and a sweatshirt.
"Oh, baby!" someone yelled. "I know not what you were doing, Rodney, but it sounded like John liked it!"
Carson nearly choked on his tea. Rodney looked about ready to bolt.
"Oh, yeah, John liked it plenty!" John said, grinning.
Rodney gave John a betrayed look, even as he turned bright red.
There were whoops and someone asking John and Carson if they could borrow Rodney. "Just for a little while! I will return him only slightly more worn than when I got him..."
John slipped an arm around Rodney's waist. "Sorry. We're not done with him, yet."
"Aye, that's right," Carson agreed. "We just needed a wee break to make sure our poor, wounded John was all right."
There were sympathetic noises as John and Rodney made their way to Carson. They arranged themselves around him, with John ending up on his back with his head in Carson's lap.
The three sat and talked with Teyla and Halling and Ronon when he also joined them and ate bits of fruit and sweets. It was several minutes before Carson noticed John had fallen silent.
"I'm sure he wouldn't recommend it, right, John?" Rodney said. "John?"
Carson looked down into his lap. John was snoring lightly. He smiled fondly. "I think we'd best get our man to bed for the night, love."
"I guess I'd better radio Atlantis that we'll be staying," Rodney said.
Carson smoothed the hair back from John's face, thinking how young and vulnerable he looked in sleep. "Aye. I think that would be for the best."
Rodney leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss. "I'll be right back."
Carson watched him go and then smiled at their three friends. "Thank you for today. You don't know what it means to me, to us, to be able to share this with you."
"It is unfortunate you could not include more of your friends," Teyla said.
Carson nodded. "Aye, it is. But I'm afraid it will be a long while before marriages such as ours are accepted."
"Until then, your people will keep their silence," Halling assured him.
Carson nodded. "And for that, we're eternally grateful."
He looked across the clearing, where families were gathered, children asleep in the arms of mothers or fathers or other adult family members, lovers curled together, neighbours chatting, friends sharing food by firelight. He wondered when this had begun to feel so much like home, these people so much like family.
In a galaxy where he faced death and tragedy almost daily, he had found love, laughter, a people, and a home. Carson smiled as Rodney arrived back, silver hairs glinting in the firelight. He gently shifted John. "Come on, love. Let's go to bed."
And for all that he would have imagined a wedding night of passion, an uninjured spouse, a time free of turmoil, and his mother and cousins and aunts and uncles surrounding him, this was still perfect.
Just as he had hoped.
AN: Giubilante is a musical term meaning "exultant, jubilant"
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