Fic: Geometry of Desire 8 (NC-17)
Title: The Geometry of Desire, 8
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Sheppard, Zelenka, Beckett
Relationships: McKay/Zelenka with implied Sheppard/Zelenka/McKay/Beckett
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, bondage, toys, voyeurism
Spoilers: None
Summary: Part of the Geometry of Desire series.
Disclaimer: Undoubtedly I own them, and a whole lot of other things, in some universe, but not this one.
Radek was jerked out of his doze by a hand on his ankle roughly struggling with the clips on his ankle cuffs. He blinked, his hazy, glass-less vision making out Rodney leaning over him. "Rodney, what--?"
"Need to fuck you now. Turn over." Before Rodney finished speaking, he was already hauling Radek roughly over. Still somewhat sleep-addled, Radek tried to comply as best he could. "Ass in the air," Rodney ordered.
Radek got his knees under him, off-balance from the crossed chains leading from his wrists to the wall. Before he could completely settle, Rodney was pulling the butt plug out of him, Carson's semen slicking him up as it was withdrawn.
Radek moaned and grabbed the chains, trying to find his center, but Rodney's cock was already against his entrance pushing in inexorably, neither too fast nor too slow, setting a burning sensation in him despite the earlier stretching and the butt plug. His lover didn't bother to give him time to adjust or ask if he was ready, but simply paused for a brief moment once fully inside, and then pulled out and plunged back in, hard and rough and confident.
"Oh, yeah," Rodney gasped. "Nice and tight and slick." His hands curled around Radek's hips and held tight as he continued to fuck into his chained lover. Rodney's words gave way to grunts and moans and gasps as he kept up the frantic pace.
Rodney was known to completely lose the ability to talk in the throes of pleasure, and he was making no exception now. Radek fell wordless as well, simply holding on. His cock was heavy and already leaking, but in this position, there was no friction against it and Rodney wasn't touching him, merely pistoning in and out, apparently unmindful of Radek's pleasure, Radek's body merely a convenient receptacle for his lust. It was strangely erotic for how dehumanising it felt.
There was a click and then Carson's voice was speaking into his ear. "Do ye like what he's doin' to ye, Radek, love?"
Radek groaned in answer, feeling goosebumps break out all along his arms and chest at the sound. God, when had Carson's voice gotten to be such a turn-on?
"Oh, aye, I can tell you do. I'm sitting here in my office listening to him fucking you, listening to you moan for him. You like the feel, don't you? Him taking you so deep and hard, cock sliding into you, all slick from my come."
Behind him, Rodney whimpered, slamming into him even harder, already losing his rhythm.
"I've got a nice, hard cock here in my hand," Carson's voice continued taunting. "I'm trying to decide whether I just want to sit here and pleasure myself, moan into your ear, or whether I want to come down there and fuck you again while your body's still hot and sweaty and twitching and, oh, so full."
Rodney's breath stuttered and then there was another voice. "Fuck, you guys!" John gasped.
"Going to come join us, John?" Carson asked.
"Can't." John's voice was strangled and he was breathing hard. "Four. Idiot. Marines... Fuck! Need you all so bad."
Rodney let out low moan, his thrusts slowing as if holding himself back.
"Where are you?" Carson asked.
"Bathroom nearest my office," John answered. There was a slow exhalation of breath. "I'll bet he's so sexy right now... ass in the air... all sweaty and hot and just practically sucking your cock into that tight hole of his..."
Rodney's hands tightened on Radek's hips, holding him steady as he thrust hard once, twice...
"John!" Carson's voice called.
"In here!"
... three times...
There was a soft oof from John, and Radek could almost picture Carson pushing him against a wall, hand wrapping around John's cock, mouths devouring each other.
And Rodney slammed forward, burying himself as deep as he could, letting out a loud moan as his cock throbbed deep into Radek, mingling his semen with Carson's.
John's voice gasped, "Oh, God, oh God, ohgod!"
And then Rodney was pulling out, still spurting across Radek's back, gasping. Radek moaned, wanting so badly to come, only to find Rodney's fingers scraping across the globs of warmth on his back.
"Turn over," Rodney ordered hoarsely.
Radek obeyed automatically, arching off the bed almost as soon as he was flat when Rodney wrapped come-slick fingers around his cock and pumped, coating him. He whimpered as Rodney unwrapped his fingers, hands seeking Radek's ankles and the clips to secure him stretched out on the bed. He was sure he said something extremely derogatory as Rodney raised one of Radek's legs, pushed the butt plug back into place, and then lowered the leg to secure the ankle.
Blue eyes met blue eyes and Radek licked dry lips and found his voice. "Please, Rodney--"
"Quiet!" Rodney ordered.
Radek snapped his mouth closed, desperate, so desperate, to beg. Then Rodney knelt over him, mouth pressed against his, demanding surrender and Radek opened to that questing tongue. Rodney sat up, grinned down at him, and reached behind himself to position Radek's cock at his own entrance.
Radek let out a strangled shout as Rodney sank down on him, hot and tight.
He tried to move, to thrust up into Rodney's body, but he was bound too tight, forced to take pleasure at Rodney's pace-- slow and leisurely after orgasm.
Carson's voice moaned from his earpiece. "Ah, there's a love. Ah, God!"
Rodney closed his eyes, dropping his head as he moved on Radek. "Tell us what he's doing to you, Carson."
There was a deep chuckle and Carson gasped. "He's... he's on his knees... still in the bathroom... Oh, God, that's good!"
Rodney's eyes slitted open and he gave Radek a smile. "Sucking you?"
Radek shivered at the thought. John on his knees with those lips wrapped around a cock, sliding forward to take it deep into his throat, was one of Radek's favourite things in the whole world.
"Unngh! Oh, aye, sucking me..."
"Bet he'd be hot up against the wall with your cock in his ass," Rodney said.
There was an approving hum from John and another gasp from Carson.
"Maybe we'll have to do this to him the next time he takes a day off," Rodney continued.
"Boze!" Radek gasped.
Rodney stilled, grinning cheekily down at Radek. "Bet you'd like that, wouldn't you, Radek?" His ass muscles clenched around Radek's cock and he ground down. "I know he'd like it."
"Mmmhm!" John's voice came from the headset.
Carson growled. "Ye've got to stop making him talk, lads. Make those poor Marines sweat for a wee bit."
There was a small pop, then John said, "Actually, we'd probably better hurry before Lorne comes to find out if I'm all right."
"I suppose you're right," Carson said, sighing.
The two others fell silent for a moment, then Radek could make out small gasps and sighs, quiet moans, the rhythm emerging as the sounds got louder. John made little pleasure sounds in the back of his throat, and Radek closed his eyes, imagining the scene.
Rodney picked up the rhythm, fucking himself on Radek's cock, shifting till Radek could tell by the sounds he was making that he was angled so Radek was brushing against his sweet spot with every downward thrust.
Radek fought the urge to struggle against his bonds to bury himself deeper into Rodney's body. There was nothing he could do. He gave himself over to the sensation of Rodney moving over him and the sounds of Carson and John pleasuring each other.
"Fuck!" Rodney gasped, pushing down hard against him. "Think I'm... going to come again."
A slow heat grew in Radek's balls. "Ano, lasko."
Carson let out a groan. "Oh, God, John! Yes..."
Rodney shuddered. "He's coming. He's coming in John's mouth, down John's throat."
The image shot heat down Radek's spine and into his cock and he was suddenly pouring himself into Rodney's body.
Rodney gasped, freezing over him, and then Radek felt the slick heat of Rodney's come spurting across his belly, Rodney's body spasming around him.
After their heartbeats had slowed and their breathing returned to close to normal, Rodney bent down and kissed him, fingers tangling into his hair. "I'll be back for lunch."
"Aren't you going to clean me up?" Radek asked, smiling.
Rodney grunted. "Yeah. Sure."
Radek relaxed back as Rodney got a washcloth and cleaned him up, already imagining what his lovers might have in mind for him for lunch.
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Sheppard, Zelenka, Beckett
Relationships: McKay/Zelenka with implied Sheppard/Zelenka/McKay/Beckett
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, bondage, toys, voyeurism
Spoilers: None
Summary: Part of the Geometry of Desire series.
Disclaimer: Undoubtedly I own them, and a whole lot of other things, in some universe, but not this one.
Radek was jerked out of his doze by a hand on his ankle roughly struggling with the clips on his ankle cuffs. He blinked, his hazy, glass-less vision making out Rodney leaning over him. "Rodney, what--?"
"Need to fuck you now. Turn over." Before Rodney finished speaking, he was already hauling Radek roughly over. Still somewhat sleep-addled, Radek tried to comply as best he could. "Ass in the air," Rodney ordered.
Radek got his knees under him, off-balance from the crossed chains leading from his wrists to the wall. Before he could completely settle, Rodney was pulling the butt plug out of him, Carson's semen slicking him up as it was withdrawn.
Radek moaned and grabbed the chains, trying to find his center, but Rodney's cock was already against his entrance pushing in inexorably, neither too fast nor too slow, setting a burning sensation in him despite the earlier stretching and the butt plug. His lover didn't bother to give him time to adjust or ask if he was ready, but simply paused for a brief moment once fully inside, and then pulled out and plunged back in, hard and rough and confident.
"Oh, yeah," Rodney gasped. "Nice and tight and slick." His hands curled around Radek's hips and held tight as he continued to fuck into his chained lover. Rodney's words gave way to grunts and moans and gasps as he kept up the frantic pace.
Rodney was known to completely lose the ability to talk in the throes of pleasure, and he was making no exception now. Radek fell wordless as well, simply holding on. His cock was heavy and already leaking, but in this position, there was no friction against it and Rodney wasn't touching him, merely pistoning in and out, apparently unmindful of Radek's pleasure, Radek's body merely a convenient receptacle for his lust. It was strangely erotic for how dehumanising it felt.
There was a click and then Carson's voice was speaking into his ear. "Do ye like what he's doin' to ye, Radek, love?"
Radek groaned in answer, feeling goosebumps break out all along his arms and chest at the sound. God, when had Carson's voice gotten to be such a turn-on?
"Oh, aye, I can tell you do. I'm sitting here in my office listening to him fucking you, listening to you moan for him. You like the feel, don't you? Him taking you so deep and hard, cock sliding into you, all slick from my come."
Behind him, Rodney whimpered, slamming into him even harder, already losing his rhythm.
"I've got a nice, hard cock here in my hand," Carson's voice continued taunting. "I'm trying to decide whether I just want to sit here and pleasure myself, moan into your ear, or whether I want to come down there and fuck you again while your body's still hot and sweaty and twitching and, oh, so full."
Rodney's breath stuttered and then there was another voice. "Fuck, you guys!" John gasped.
"Going to come join us, John?" Carson asked.
"Can't." John's voice was strangled and he was breathing hard. "Four. Idiot. Marines... Fuck! Need you all so bad."
Rodney let out low moan, his thrusts slowing as if holding himself back.
"Where are you?" Carson asked.
"Bathroom nearest my office," John answered. There was a slow exhalation of breath. "I'll bet he's so sexy right now... ass in the air... all sweaty and hot and just practically sucking your cock into that tight hole of his..."
Rodney's hands tightened on Radek's hips, holding him steady as he thrust hard once, twice...
"John!" Carson's voice called.
"In here!"
... three times...
There was a soft oof from John, and Radek could almost picture Carson pushing him against a wall, hand wrapping around John's cock, mouths devouring each other.
And Rodney slammed forward, burying himself as deep as he could, letting out a loud moan as his cock throbbed deep into Radek, mingling his semen with Carson's.
John's voice gasped, "Oh, God, oh God, ohgod!"
And then Rodney was pulling out, still spurting across Radek's back, gasping. Radek moaned, wanting so badly to come, only to find Rodney's fingers scraping across the globs of warmth on his back.
"Turn over," Rodney ordered hoarsely.
Radek obeyed automatically, arching off the bed almost as soon as he was flat when Rodney wrapped come-slick fingers around his cock and pumped, coating him. He whimpered as Rodney unwrapped his fingers, hands seeking Radek's ankles and the clips to secure him stretched out on the bed. He was sure he said something extremely derogatory as Rodney raised one of Radek's legs, pushed the butt plug back into place, and then lowered the leg to secure the ankle.
Blue eyes met blue eyes and Radek licked dry lips and found his voice. "Please, Rodney--"
"Quiet!" Rodney ordered.
Radek snapped his mouth closed, desperate, so desperate, to beg. Then Rodney knelt over him, mouth pressed against his, demanding surrender and Radek opened to that questing tongue. Rodney sat up, grinned down at him, and reached behind himself to position Radek's cock at his own entrance.
Radek let out a strangled shout as Rodney sank down on him, hot and tight.
He tried to move, to thrust up into Rodney's body, but he was bound too tight, forced to take pleasure at Rodney's pace-- slow and leisurely after orgasm.
Carson's voice moaned from his earpiece. "Ah, there's a love. Ah, God!"
Rodney closed his eyes, dropping his head as he moved on Radek. "Tell us what he's doing to you, Carson."
There was a deep chuckle and Carson gasped. "He's... he's on his knees... still in the bathroom... Oh, God, that's good!"
Rodney's eyes slitted open and he gave Radek a smile. "Sucking you?"
Radek shivered at the thought. John on his knees with those lips wrapped around a cock, sliding forward to take it deep into his throat, was one of Radek's favourite things in the whole world.
"Unngh! Oh, aye, sucking me..."
"Bet he'd be hot up against the wall with your cock in his ass," Rodney said.
There was an approving hum from John and another gasp from Carson.
"Maybe we'll have to do this to him the next time he takes a day off," Rodney continued.
"Boze!" Radek gasped.
Rodney stilled, grinning cheekily down at Radek. "Bet you'd like that, wouldn't you, Radek?" His ass muscles clenched around Radek's cock and he ground down. "I know he'd like it."
"Mmmhm!" John's voice came from the headset.
Carson growled. "Ye've got to stop making him talk, lads. Make those poor Marines sweat for a wee bit."
There was a small pop, then John said, "Actually, we'd probably better hurry before Lorne comes to find out if I'm all right."
"I suppose you're right," Carson said, sighing.
The two others fell silent for a moment, then Radek could make out small gasps and sighs, quiet moans, the rhythm emerging as the sounds got louder. John made little pleasure sounds in the back of his throat, and Radek closed his eyes, imagining the scene.
Rodney picked up the rhythm, fucking himself on Radek's cock, shifting till Radek could tell by the sounds he was making that he was angled so Radek was brushing against his sweet spot with every downward thrust.
Radek fought the urge to struggle against his bonds to bury himself deeper into Rodney's body. There was nothing he could do. He gave himself over to the sensation of Rodney moving over him and the sounds of Carson and John pleasuring each other.
"Fuck!" Rodney gasped, pushing down hard against him. "Think I'm... going to come again."
A slow heat grew in Radek's balls. "Ano, lasko."
Carson let out a groan. "Oh, God, John! Yes..."
Rodney shuddered. "He's coming. He's coming in John's mouth, down John's throat."
The image shot heat down Radek's spine and into his cock and he was suddenly pouring himself into Rodney's body.
Rodney gasped, freezing over him, and then Radek felt the slick heat of Rodney's come spurting across his belly, Rodney's body spasming around him.
After their heartbeats had slowed and their breathing returned to close to normal, Rodney bent down and kissed him, fingers tangling into his hair. "I'll be back for lunch."
"Aren't you going to clean me up?" Radek asked, smiling.
Rodney grunted. "Yeah. Sure."
Radek relaxed back as Rodney got a washcloth and cleaned him up, already imagining what his lovers might have in mind for him for lunch.