English > Zelenka-Ficathon > "First Times for everything"
Title: First times for everything
Author: DraQla aka scap3goat
Category: Romance, smut,
Rating: Forgive me… mostly NC-17 (For all three!!!)
Pairing: BeckLenka, BeckLenka and ShepLenka
Short-Cut 1: “I’ve never” was a very dangerous game to play in Atlantis, it seemed.
Short-Cut 2: Why did Aliens always made them do such strange things? And why can’t Carson control his accent when he’s angry?
Short-Cut 3: Film-night in Atlantis. And there are more things than the films to watch, if you pay close attention - like Liz does.
A/N: This became a series of three since I had so many ideas... beta by mice1900
A/N 1: For those who don’t know it, “I’ve never” is a drinking game in which people sit around and one after another says something they don’t have done. And everyone who’s done it ought to have a drink.
Warning: Funny plotlines (IF they are existent), Scots, perhaps various OOC-ness...
Written for the Zelenka-ficathlon for probie.
Requests were as following:
Up to 3 things you'd like to see in your fic: alcohol, first time,
public-ish sex
Things you don't want in your fic: het, f/f,death
It all started with one of Carson's innocent statement. Well, it HAD been rather innocent. They had been playing “I've never” after all! And everything Carson had said (after deliberating for a long moment) was: “I've never had public-ish sex...”
And half of the table was about to grab a glass when Carson added with a wink: “... with a man!”
Ford, Sheppard, McKay and Grodin dropped their arms, sighing happily.
But to everyone's shock/amusement/surprise Radek muttered curses under his breath and took one of the glasses. Along with Heightmeyer and Weir.
“NEVER give him alcohol again!” cursed Radek and pointed at Carson. “It makes him all mean and sly!”
Carson grinned broadly. “I'm feeling immensely flattered, Radek!”
The Czech muttered something no one but Weir could understand. At least it seemed as if Weir could understand it because she began to grin almost maniacally.
Although it also could have been the alcohol.
No-one would ever have guessed that their expedition leader was this… experienced. But although she seemed to have her experiences with drinking - and seemed a lot more sober than Ford at that time - obviously even she had her limits.
In the end, many “I’ve never”s later and when they finally called it a night, no-one was even remotely sober anymore. Although Carson could walk without tripping over his own feet at every second step, he felt the effect of the alcohol. His speech was slurred and he slipped more often into his Glaswegian accent. But he trusted the Major to get Ford into the young man’s bed and Weir and Teyla to bring Grodin to his quarters safely. The other participants had all left earlier, which left only Carson and Radek. And the Scot was determined to take care of the Czech himself.
Beckett blocked Zelenka’s way and because the man was unsteady on his feet, he nearly fell when he came to an abrupt halt. The doctor reached out and grabbed the scientists arm to steady him.
“Public-ish sex, Radek?” asked Carson and grinned.
“I was at university.”
Carson nodded. “Still, public-ish sex?”
“Everything is public-ish at university. Guess what, I had three room-mates!”
And suddenly Carson was leaning forward and capturing Radek’s lips with his own. The Czech closed his eyes and a soon as Carson let go of him he began talking again.
“We were fucking on the professor’s table during lunch time. No one was around, so we were safe. It wasn’t too comfortable and it was a hard table and we became bruises and…”
Beckett sealed Zelenka’s lips with another kiss. “We got bruises,” Carson then corrected him.
“Okay. Fine. Kiss me again!”
And now they were in Weir’s office, Carson sprawled all over her desk on his back, Radek fucking him needily. And his own moans told Carson that he was pretty needy himself.
“Dinnae stop!” pleaded Beckett and grabbed the edges of the table.
And Radek surely wasn’t, although Carson suspected that the rather loud thuds he heard from time to time were caused by Radek’s thighs hitting the edge of the table pretty hard.
That’s where they got the bruises from, thought the Scot but he was ripped from any conscious thought when Radek hit something in him.
“Oh, guid god! Ah… Ah… Ah’m comin!” He screamed and Radek leaned forward to kiss him.
Carson groaned in Radek’s mouth, screamed and finally whimpered when he lay there spent, shaking and still caught in the aftershocks of his climax.
Radek managed two more thrust[s] before he gasped, bent forward and buried his face in the crook of Carson’s neck.
For a moment the doctor feared that the other man’s heart had just stopped, but after a moment Zelenka let the breath out he’d been holding and panted as silently as he had come.
“Yawritejemme?” asked Beckett and Radek lifted his head to stare at him.
“Huh? I di-didn’t… understand?”
Carson would have smacked himself if he hadn’t been gripped that post-coital tiredness. “Sorry, my accent slipped. I asked whether you were alright!”
“Oh. Thanks. Yes. I’m alright… thanks…”
“Guid. I just… was afraid because you were so silent…”
Radek shook his head and pressed a soft kiss on Carson’s stubbly cheek. “We’ve always made silent love. It was always public-ish, we couldn’t afford being heard and getting caught. We were always silent. There was no loud panting, or even moaning and screaming!”
“You’ve never had private sex? I mean, with locked doors and soundproof walls?”
“It was always dangerous. There was always the possibility of getting caught,” mumbled Zelenka. The Czech lifted himself off Carson and dressed quickly.
Carson stood up, quickly put on his pants and realized that the skin on his back felt tender, when he put on his shirt. which meant that he most likely had abrasions there.
“Radek,” he whispered and kissed the scientist. “I-I… I’ve been watching you. For quite some time. And I hold… I… would you come back to my quarters with me and spend the night there?” asked Carson, wary of Zelenka’s reaction to the almost confession and the anxious plea to accompany the lonely doctor. “I… I surely can’t do anything anymore tonight, but… I-I want to… be near you. Wanted it for a long time!”
Carson ran his fingers from Radek’s cheekbone, along the jaw to his lips and Radek kissed the fingertips before he smiled gently. “I would like that a lot!”
Beckett quickly grabbed the other man’s hand and led him to his quarters where they undressed and literally fell into bed. Carson idly wondered what life Radek must have led, but then fell asleep, snuggled up against the shorter man under the plaid he brought from home.
The next morning Carson made sure that all the windows and the door were securely shut and locked and that the shutters were in place before he woke Radek with a sweet kiss.
And then he made love to the man, in private, just the two of them with no danger of being caught in the act and there was neither hurry nor haste in his touch. And finally, finally he made Radek wince and pant, moan and scream with lust.
There was a first time for everything, after all!
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Things had a tendency, noticed Radek, to go downhill once Rodney somehow couldn’t stop talking and spilt things he shouldn’t even think about.
And Rodney definitely had said something that vaguely met with the assumption those people had jumped to after seeing Radek and Carson always hanging out together.
Holy Mother of God, that was to be expected when you sent two rather careful men to a wholly different planet with a wholly different people with a wholly different culture and the likely possibility of running for ones life before dinner because you accidentally said something to piss said people - their leader or the people as a whole - off.
Everything that had happened was just a few talks with Beckett during lunch break and when Rodney had decided to be annoyed. Annoyed by the help and different point of view on the technology they had found and he had asked, almost pleaded Radek to help him with because he was almost utterly and totally confused and helpless. Although he had said something along the lines of: “Weir wants another reference before starting to trade with those what’s-their-name!”. And Beckett was through with examining the villagers and decided they were as healthy as they could be while still being normal (“No, no Ancient interfering with those here, it seems!”).
Radek had been sweaty and had sat down in the shade of some tree and accepted a cup of water from one of the villagers when Beckett had arrived. The man pulled of his vest and the jacket and sat down next to Radek. Almost immediately a young boy came running, brought him a cup of water and asked if there was anything else he could bring them.
“No, thanks laddie! Just go and play with yer friends, we’re fine!” Beckett had answered and Radek nodded, smiling softly.
“How was your day?” asked Zelenka after the boy had left.
“Oh, not quite exhausting, although it was a bit monotone. Listening to heartbeat after heartbeat and trying to understand their physiology and what’s normal for them while making a diagnosis at the same time. Don’t tell Rodney, but today my medicine was aye a lot of voodoo, actually!”
Beckett gave Radek that sly smile that didn’t look all that sly with all the honesty shining in the doc’s, now an intense shimmering shade of blue, eyes.
“Was it?” asked Radek, his voice a tad to high because Beckett was a tad too near and a tad too nice for Radek to remain distant.
Beckett began telling Radek about the difficulties he’d come across and the Czech didn’t understand a tenth of it because of a lack of vocabulary, Beckett’s slurred accent and rather quick talking, but he liked to listen to Beckett and so he just let him talk.
“And then… oh… Radek? I’ve been talking too much, ain’t I? I’m sorry, you must have had a hard time understanding, and I surely did bore you. I’m sorry!”
“No, no… it was interesting, really!” answered Zelenka, not willing to let go of the fuzzy feeling that had built in his gut while he had listened to the soft-spoken Scots.
“No, it was boring,” grinned Beckett. “I mean, it would hae been difficult to follow for any native speaker, but you… no offence, Radek, but…”
“I know my English is terrible. But I do not mind listening. In fact it was… nice! Go one, please,” said Radek, only later realizing that he could have given himself away with that.
“Okay,” answered Beckett, oblivious to the soothing effect that his voice had on the scientist.
Later on a banquet had been held for the new trade partners and friends from Atlantis and oddly enough the Menru, as the people on this planet were called, had seated Carson and Radek not too far apart while the other members of the team were scattered among the people, talking a laughing. As a matter of fact Radek and Carson were seated at the same table, on soft cushions, facing each other and surrounded by what was mostly older women.
And back there things had taken the first abrupt and embarrassing turn for the two of them.
A very thirsty Rodney had drunken two cups of some rather strong booze in what was about ten minutes, because he hadn’t thought off asking if it contained alcohol after he had had the people assure him that there was no citrus in it.
After that his tongue was considerably loosened.
“Of course they are friends! See, they both come from… ah… you know, different countries and they sort of formed an alliance. They work together and form a deep bond of friendship and together they can stand up against me!” snickered Rodney and took a swig from his third cup.
That it must have been. The allies-thing. The best-friends-allies-and-deep-bond-thing Rodney had spilt to their new friends and trade partner and that had Carson and Radek ended up in a bed.
But it was only the first of many embarrassing turns.
Because after that an elder hat told Rodney it would be an honour for them to perform a ceremony of hand-clasping and confirming their bond in front of everyone, well, if they hadn’t done so already, of course.
And McKay had laughed and said: “Sure!”
The elder had also asked Carson and Radek and the Major, as well as Teyla, had nodded.
So Carson and Radek had agreed. They also had drunk a bit and thought it wouldn’t be a great deal and surely it would help them to form a deeper bond with the Menru as well.
At least that was what the Major had said when they had the possibility to talk for a few minutes. He had something along the lines of “expiring things together” and such.
Well, when they just had agreed and still sat at the low table on the cushions some younger girls came and stuffed flowers in Radek’s and Carson’s hair.
They were allowed to finish dinner, have a quick talk to their team and then shoved into separate huts. Young women undressed and washed them, painted strange patterns on their shoulders and chest and left.
But neither Carson, nor Radek had to wait long. Soon after two women came in and dressed them into short white togas. They were showing more skin than Radek and Carson thought necessary but they couldn’t really complain about it. It was a ritual, for all that it was worth.
So the two Atlanteans just let the Natives do their work and then were shoved back to the central area of the village.
It was lit by tall torches and candles set in a circle around something remotely like an altar. Flowers and petals were spread all over the sandy ground and the villagers, as well as the Atlantean Team, were sitting round the circle of candles.
“We meet here to confirm the bond between this two. It’s a rare and sacred ritual and very special. It’s an everlasting bond and we are very proud to have two outlanders to confirm their natural bond here with us. It’s an honour for us. Now close your eyes and clasp your hands.”
Radek and Carson did as they were told.
“Repeat the sacred formulas.”
The ritual went on for half an hour. After repeating several formulas, drinking something like wine or juice, repeating more formulas and a bit of meditating they were almost finished.
“We are asking the gods for their approval and blessing. Now seal this bond with a kiss.”
Carson frowned and Radek looked surprised. Then he shrugged his shoulders, bent forward and pressed his lips shortly onto Carson’s.
“Must be their idea of close friendship,” whispered the Czech while everyone around them applauded.
The priest walked them into the large clay hut and left them there alone. They had some time to talk and prepare themselves for the last part of the ritual.
“Okay. What now?” asked Radek. The curtain covering the door frame was pulled aside and Sheppard stepped in.
The Major approached them. “Docs? I think we might have a problem!”
Carson looked up at the Major. “Oh, do we?”
The Major sighed. “This is not a… not a normal friendship-ritual! It’s… a wedding!”
Radek and Carson stared at Sheppard, then at each other and then back at Sheppard.
“Excuse me?”
“A wedding?” asked Radek. “You mean… as in marrying? As in being a couple?”
John nodded.
“Oh my!” groaned Beckett.
“And this is… well… you know… the upcoming last ritual-thing, it’s… uhm… not only public. But it’s also…” Sheppard coughed. “Actually… wedding night.”
Silence filled the room. Awkward embarrassing silence.
Finally Zelenka broke it. “Are you kidding me? Our wedding night? Oh, no...!”
Radek looked down at Carson, who was sitting on the floor, with a shocked expression. The other man shrugged his shoulders.
“It’s not like this marriage will be considered legal in Atlantis.”
“Wedding. Night,” breathed Radek and sat down on the floor.
Finally Carson seemed to be able to comprehend the situation.
“Aye, that’s a problem,” murmured the Scot. “But… I don’t think we can back out of this?”
“Well. I think it would be hard to explain to them why you wouldn’t want to have a wedding night when the two of you are married. And it’s a part of their ritual. And who’d volunteer to tell them that it was a misunderstanding and that you don’t actually want to be married?”
“I don’t wish to run for my life…” stated Radek. He still sat on the floor and looked away. “But I don’t wish to have sex, either. Not… in front of everyone and…” He gulped. He needed to say this, although it was a lie. “… not with Carson… not with any man…”
Carson nodded faintly. He hadn’t expected anything different. “Well, it would be bad to piss them off by pointing out that there was a misunderstanding. But ritual sex isn’t…”
“Still it is way better than to annoy them. Please!”
Carson and Radek stared at the Major. “What are the exact conditions?”
“You’ll be shielded by curtains so only shadows can be seen, although there will be two witnesses who will… well, witness. And I understand that penetration is necessary.”
Sheppard blushed hard and left the two men alone.
“Well…” began Carson. “Well… I guess we need to… figure out… who’s going to be… on top.”
“You. I mean… because you’re a doctor. You know.”
And this scared Carson. There was no flaw in Radek’s logic he could point out without admitting more than he would or could ever admit. He knew more or less anything about anal sex and most of it he knew from first hand experiences, but he still was afraid to hurt Radek. And he knew that he would be more likely to hurt him when he was afraid to do so because he became unfocused then. And he knew that Radek was most likely to be a bit sore the day after, no matter how good the lubrication and preparation were.
But one the other hand he simply couldn’t say ‘Hey, Radek! Why don’t you top? Because, you know, I’ve already done this and a little more!’.
“So… I’ll be topping. Fine… erm… well, as fine as things can be right now…”
Beckett looked around the room. There were only two stools and a bench.
“Your preparing-time is over!” announced a young woman in front of the door. Radek and Carson sighed anxiously. In fact, they both were trembling with fear but tried hard to not let it show. Especially not in front of each other.
They stepped out and found themselves in front of some sort of a bed, complete with soft cushions and blankets, surrounded by candles and a small nightstand next to it with a small jar standing on it, which most certainly contained lube.
And there were the promised curtains at three sides; the forth side was shielded by the hut anyway. Carson could here the murmurs on the other side of the curtains, while Radek anxiously glanced at the two witnesses: The priest and Major Sheppard, who was about to turn an amazing shade of deep purple.
“Are you ready?” asked the priest and the two men nodded, not too convinced of their own lie. “So let the last ritual begin!”
Carson turned towards Radek and swallowed hard. Slowly he reached for the glasses and pulled them away. He noticed the Major sitting there on the floor, closed his eyes and tried to will himself to forget he’d seen Sheppard sitting there.
Radek pulled him into his arms and rested their foreheads together.
“Carson. This is hard, I know. But we… we can get over with it. It’s not like… uhm… it’s just sex, okay?” whispered Radek.
“Their friendship’s not worth hurting you!” answered Carson silently.
Radek smiled. “Don’t worry, okay? I’ll be alright!”
He manoeuvred Carson over to the bed and somehow they managed to sit down. He took the glasses from Carson’s hands and rested them on the nightstand, next to the jar. Then, when Carson didn’t react, he pulled the man in a brief kiss, lacking any finesse. “If they want a show, a show they will get! Let’s get over with it, already!”
Beckett nodded again and Zelenka laid down flat on his back.
Carson pulled his toga off and tried to open the brace that held Radek’s together. But his fingers were shaking and so it took him longer than it should have.
He pulled the cloth apart and carefully ran his fingers over Radek’s chest down to his abdomen.
“Tell me, if I hurt you!” whispered Carson and Radek nodded.
Carson was conscious of the presence of the Major behind his back.
He wanted to run away, he wanted to leave all this behind and go into hiding.
But there was no way. No way which wouldn’t possibly leave Ford, Zelenka, Sheppard, Teyla and the drunken McKay running for their life, mind you!
He was really anxious. And then let his fingers glide a bit deeper and hesitated for a moment. He caressed Radek’s penis cautiously and the man groaned silently.
“Carson! Oh my, Carson, I’ll be okay!”
Beckett pushed a soft cushion under Zelenkas hip, reached over for the jar and opened it. He slicked his fingers with a generous amount of the perfumed gel and sighed.
Carson ran his finger along the cleft and pressed gently against the pucker. One lubricated finger glided into Radek and the man moaned softly.
“Sh! Relax, pal! I’ll be careful, but you have to relax!”
Radek moaned again and nodded. The tightness around Carson’s finger eased a bit and Carson began to move his finger back- and forwards.
“Are ye ready for the next step?” Carson asked and then slid a second finger in Radek. Zelenka arched off the bed and tensed. “Radek! Relax! Please relax, Radek!”
He began to stretch Radek gently, giving him time to relax and adjust. When he thought that Radek was ready Carson slid a third finger in Zelenka.
“Is that okay with you?” asked Carson and Radek nodded and gasped.
Carson nodded as well and pulled his fingers away.
He mentally scolded himself for being so damn hot. He shouldn’t feel so aroused by looking at Radek. He shouldn’t think about burying himself deep in Radek, to thrust deep and hard to relieve the need he felt when he looked at the man, sprawled over the bed. His cock gave a hard twitch by the lone thought about hot and needy sex with Radek. On the other hand it would be a lot easier and things would be over sooner.
He rubbed his erection and spread the leftovers of the lube on his hand on it.
“We should get over with this!” murmured Carson and carefully placed his cock at Radek’s entrance and the pushed. Radek groaned and arched of the bed again.
Carson closed his eyes and tried to pretend that he hadn’t seen the displeasure on Radek’s face. He pushed a bit harder, muttering “It’ll be over in a tic!” under his breath. He grabbed for the lube and poured almost everything on his cock to make things easier for Radek. He didn’t want to hurt him. Not Radek.
He couldn’t suppress the quiet moan escaping his throat when the head of his cock was inside Radek. It felt too fucking good to ignore.
But Radek breathed fast and loud and it made something in Carson hurt.
Quite some time (549 of Carson’s heartbeats, which was about three to five minutes) later Radek’s breathing evened and Carson thought it save to try and move. He moved only little in the beginning, a few millimetres, to allow Zelenka to adjust. Then he began to push in a little farther in than he pulled out, slow, small thrusts to get deeper.
“Will be okay!” whispered Radek and ran his fingers through Carson’s hair.
His fingers curled in Carson’s nape and he threw his head back.
Carson leaned over Radek and kissed his jaw. The man relaxed and pushed up against Carson. Suddenly Carson glided into Radek easily. He closed his eyes and then tried to thrust once. And this time Radek’s moan was not full of badly concealed pain.
Carson tried a different angle and this time Radek cried out when the sudden pleasure hit him, when Carson brushed his prostate.
‘That’s it!’ thought Carson. He’d just need to keep this angle and perhaps it would be more durable for Radek. Tears welled in Carson’s eyes and he buried his face at Radek’s neck. “I’m so sorry, so sorry, Radek!” he whispered, trying to control his trembling voice.
But he knew that he was losing control over the situation. He began to thrust harder and faster. Radek squirmed a bit, but since Carson maintained the angle, every new thrust held also immense pleasure for Radek.
He panted Carson’s name and Carson lost himself in the rhythm his body chose. He was so fucking anxious and so fucking hot and Radek was responding in just the right ways, grabbing Beckett’s biceps and matching the rhythm.
Carson felt his climax approach and blindly grasped for Radek’s erection. He hastily jerked Radek off, making up for his lack of finesse with the enthusiasm and the desperation to please Radek.
Beckett came hard but continued to stroke Zelenka. Soon after Radek started cried out and came all over Carson’s hand, arching off the bed, grasping Carson’s biceps and tangling the fingers of his other hand in Carson’s hair.
Beckett rolled off of Zelenka and drew one of the blankets around them. He pulled Radek into his arms and enjoyed the warmth of his friend… and now spouse.
No, he didn’t want to think about it. Someone extinguished the candles and the audience seemed to go home as well.
Soon after it was only Radek, Carson and the stars twinkling above them. No sounds but the occasional rustling of the blankets and the trees were to be heard.
“I’m… I’m sorry!” whispered Carson but Radek only snuggled a bit closer.
When Carson checked on Radek, the man was already asleep. Beckett closed his eyes and drifted off pretty soon.
Zelenka woke up and realized that he still was on that planet, in the village, in that bed with Beckett. He wanted to scream because all this was so unfair.
He’d always wanted Carson and now that he had had him, it was only matter of time until the doctor would wake up, they would dress and go home as if nothing had happened. They would act like the night never had taken place. Radek would deny it. He would deny his dream.
He willed himself to forget the trouble and just enjoy the time being, snuggled up against Carson’s firm warm body, inhaling the man’s scent and pretended that this didn’t only happen because of a forced wedding ritual.
Carson stirred in his sleep and slowly woke up. He blinked, adjusting to the orange light of dawn. He softly petted Radek’s hair. Then he opened his eyes and smiled a bit.
“Are ye hurt?” asked Carson after a few minutes and Radek shook his head.
Carson pressed his finger against Radek’s pucker and the man sucked in a sharp breath.
“Ye ARE hurt!” stated Carson.
“Only a little bit!”
“Still! As soon as we are back on Atlantis I want to examine ye. Ye… uhm… I could have hurt ye severely and I don’t want to risk an infection or something like that!”
They went silent again and Carson felt really funny.
“They left us our clothes,” said Radek and pointed towards their neatly folded uniforms.
He knew that was a dumb thing to say because that meant that he and Carson would stand up now and dress and walk away like the night had never happened.
And somehow he felt like it should be exactly that way.
~*~*~
John knocked on the door of Heightmeyer’s quarters.
The blonde opened him the door and smiled. “Hello Major! How are you?”
“Uh, dunno… can I… I’m a bit…”
“Come in!” she asked him and motioned for him to sit down. “What brought you here?”
John sighed and tried to get comfortable. It was an awkward feeling to talk to a shrink, but the heavy feeling in his stomach was worse.
“I’m… not sure why exactly I’m here… perhaps I feel a bit guilty… about the last mission!”
“Well, Radek and Carson had to take part in a ritual wedding. What’s the problem with it?”
John sighed. “I… that’s not everything. They had to… well, marry. But they had to got through with everything. Including a… wedding night…”
Kate bent her head to the side.
“Yeah, I know. It’s not in the report, because… you know… it’s embarrassing for them and not necessary. They had to… go through it in front of mostly everyone. And I… I had to witness it along with the native’s priest. That was… uh… not my idea of a good time and I don’t think it was Carson’s or Radek’s either.”
“That would explain Carson’s rather harsh behaviour lately. He’s a bit picky.”
“Yeah… I guess so. I mean… he was… he was on top and he was really concerned that he could hurt Radek. And he’s been… he’s been this angry ever since!”
Kate smiled. “He’s a very caring person, isn’t he?”
“Definitely. He… he is really a good guy but this is… uh, a bit of an awkward situation. I don’t know what I would have done in that situation. But it’s not me who’s in that situation. It’s Carson and he’s suffering. And only because I thought it might be a good idea!”
“It’s not your fault!” said Heightmeyer, smiling at him.
“I get the feeling I ought to believe that now. You’ve said that quite often now…”
~*~*~
A knock on the doorframe of his office startled the CMO a bit.
Carson looked up and smiled at Radek. “Oh, Radek…”
“You wanted to see me!” asked Radek softly.
“Aye… your examination… right…” murmured Beckett. “Well, let’s go over to the examination room,” said Carson and felt a bit silly. “Are ye still sore?”
“It still hurts a bit. But not much.”
Carson nodded and closed the door behind him. Most probably his concern was silly. He made a total fool of himself. But he couldn’t back out of this now.
Radek looked at him expectantly. He gulped.
“Let’s get on with it then!” he said and almost banged his head against the wall for using almost the same words he used on the planet. “Well… pants down, that is…”
He reached over for the gloves.
A complete and utter fool, that was what he was…
“Everything’s fine!” Beckett announced when he was finished.
Radek pulled up his pants and nodded. “Good,” was his comment, while sat up.
Carson played with the hem of his lab coat. “How do ye feel about the whole ritual thing?”
“Well, I don’t know. It’s a funny feeling,” stated Radek. “They… do they know?”
“Who? Elizabeth? Yes. The rest of the base, no. The rumours of our marriage may have spread but nothing more than just the marriage itself. I threatened Sheppard and the others with the most painful medical examination I could think of if they spilt anything beyond the official thing!”
“I don’t think Rodney remembers anyway…”
Radek didn’t expect Carson to explode at this statement.
“WHAT? The eejit caused all the trouble and DOESN’T EVEN REMEMBER WHAT HE’S DONE?” screamed the doctor and stormed off.
“YOU EEJIT!” screamed Carson at Rodney. “YOU DAFT EEJIT!”
“What?” asked Rodney, too surprised for a more eloquent reply.
But Carson continued. “YE COORSE BLETHERSKATE! GOBSHITE! SWEETIE-WIFE!”
“What’s the matter with you?” asked Rodney and backed away from the furious Scot, throwing Scottish insults at him.
“Ye gae ‘em the idea that Radek an I were a couple an so we had tae marry. IT’S YER FAULT I HAD TO DO THIS TO HIM!”
“To do what?” inquired McKay and backed further away.
Carson clenched his fists and stepped towards Rodney. “Thae. Made. Me. Fuck. Him. Thae. Made. Me. Hurt. Him. It’s. Yer. Fault! AND YE CANNAE EVEN REMEMBER!”
Rodney stood there, his back hit the wall and there suddenly was no room left to back away. Carson came nearer and he MUST have been furious when he lost all the control over his accent. Rodney feared that he’d end up in the infirmary and Carson in the bilge if no-one would stop him soon.
“It’s all yer bloody fault!”
Now Carson was standing in front of him, slowly raising his hands.
Rodney pleaded to every god to have mercy with him. He knew from several occasions that Carson was, despite his soft appearance, a very well-trained man and he could easily beat the shit out of Rodney if he wanted to. And obviously he wanted to right now.
“CARSON!” called someone. Rodney looked up. Radek. “Carson, leave him alone!”
Carson turned around, blink confused. “Radek, what…?”
“Leave him alone, Carson! It’s not really his fault! Please let him go!”
And then Carson looked in Carson in Radek’s eyes and felt his heart break in his chest. He saw love in Radek’s eyes. Love, he thought, the man held for Rodney.
And his heart broke again, making the same soft sound when you broke a flower handle.
He closed his eyes to hide the pain. “Alright…” he whispered and then left the lab. Obviously the two scientists wanted to be alone.
“Radek told me,” whispered Rodney. “You are right! It’s my fault. I’m sorry.”
Carson didn’t respond.
“Well, beat the crap out of me, if it makes you feel better. It certainly would make me feel better about the whole story!”
Carson still didn’t respond.
“Listen! I’m really sorry! I’m really, really sorry! I didn’t want to do anything that could embarrass you or Radek, make you do something you didn’t want to do, or even hurt you.”
“It disnae matter anymore…” whispered Carson. “Ye got what ye wanted. It’s alright.”
“I got what I wanted? Listen, Carson! I really didn’t want all this shit to happen!”
“I was talkin about ye and Radek. It’s alright. I’m sorry for being aye such a daft idiot!”
Rodney didn’t understand a word anymore, although Carson’s English wasn’t as slurred with his Scots as it had been when he had been so furious. “Carson, I don’t understand a word!”
Beckett shook his head. “I saw how he looked at ye. I guess he told ye? I mean, after I almost beat ye up.”
“He didn’t tell me anything!” replied Rodney. “I mean… nothing that would explain such a strange behaviour of yours right now! He just told me… he told me that he was sorry and that he was worried because you are taking this whole thing rather badly.”
“Of course I do! I… I… Ipracticallyrapedhim!” shouted Carson and then buried his face in his hands.
Rodney laid his hand on Carson’s shoulder. “That’s not what he told me!”
Carson remained silent.
“He told me that you were rather anxious to hurt him.”
“Aye. And I did hurt him!”
Carson shook his head and a sob escaped his throat.
“Carson, calm down! Oh my. It’s not that bad!”
“How would ye know?” barked Carson. “Ye can’t even remember sitting behind a curtain and witnessing the bloody ‘ritual’!”
Rodney sighed. “Radek told me that you worry yourself sick about this and don’t even care if he says that it’s not that bad.”
“But… I hurt him!”
“You don’t get it, don’t you?” asked McKay. “And here people say that I have no social skills!”
Carson shook his head. “And here people say that I’m hard to understand!”
“Look. I’ll try to use small words so you understand it! Radek told me that he didn’t mind the whole procedure as much as you do. And you aren’t even the one who’s sore!”
“Aye, he’s sore! He’s hurt!” complained Carson. “And I hurt him!”
“YES! For God’s sake, yes! If it makes you happy then we’ll say that you hurt him! But, honestly, Radek DOESN’T CARE! Not much, that is!”
Carson shook his head again. “Ye are right! I don’t get it! Why would he not mind?”
“Because there was something more important! As I understand it, and here I’d like to quote him, Radek thinks that the fabulous sex totally made up for the bit of soreness!”
“Fabulous… sex? Rodney, are ye sure ye don’t hae a fever?”
Rodney rolled his eyes. “I said that I quoted Radek. Honestly, I possibly shouldn’t tell you, but he definitely has the hots for you!”
Now the doctor simply stared at the astrophysicist and gasped repeatedly.
“If you keep up the staring your eyeballs will probably pop out of your head!”
“He… enjoyed the whole thing? He likes me?”
Rodney sighed contently. “Finally you got it! And yeah, he enjoyed it and he likes you. Don’t be surprised, you’re not exactly Quasimodo and only because you have a metaphorical ‘Hot heterosexual womanizer-doc crossing’ dangling around your neck doesn’t mean that men can’t have the hots for you. Or even fall in love with you…”
Carson most certainly would have fainted if he would have been prone to fainting. But he simply continued staring. Rodney’s expression twisted a bit.
“Don’t worry, it won’t make you impotent if a man has the hots for you or falls in love with you! And if it would make you impotent, it was only because of a trauma and nothing physical.”
“Radek… likes me. A lot.”
“Yeah, yeah! I thought I had made this clear. Oh my, you are so slow today!”
Carson’s whole face lit up. “No, no, no! YOU are slow today! I mean… that’s everything I ever hoped for. I mean… Radek likes me! He REALLY likes me!!!”
Now it was Rodney’s turn to stare like an idiot. “You mean… you… YOU? I never had an idea that… you! I mean… you of all people…”
“Aye, me!” grinned Carson. “An perhaps you can excuse me now! I need to talk to Radek!”
The doctor jumped up and almost ran over to the lab.
“Radek! Radek! I’m so sorry!” called Carson, beaming like an idiot.
“You don’t have to!” groaned Radek, preparing himself for another round of Carson’s excuses.
“No, no, no!” smiled Beckett and took Radek’s hands in his. “I’m sorry for not listening properly and going off like that on Rodney. If I… if I hadn’t been that occupied by my self-pity I would hae seen and heard all the hints and signs.”
Then he gently leaned forward and captured Radek’s lips in a soft kiss.
“I’m sorry for ignoring you like that! I should hae listened to you. I was aye a daft gowk!”
“I’m sorry. I don’t understand you?” asked Zelenka confused by the rather unusual words.
“I was an idiot!” grinned Carson and kissed Radek again. “I was such an idiot! I would hae missed all this if it hadn’t been for Rodney’s lack of control over his mouth!”
He ran his fingers gently through Radek’s hair and smiled at him. Radek softly placed his hand on Carson’s chest and stepped a bit nearer. “Don’t worry anymore! It’s okay now, Carson!”
“No. You are right! It’s okay now… definitely okay!” murmured Carson and smiled when Radek kissed him to shut him up.
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‘First Time,’ was Radeks only thought. ‘Yes. Definitely first time!’
And then John began to suck in that special way that always left Radek speech- and thoughtless.
Well, it was the first time that John did it, but it did leave Radek speech- and thoughtless. And he wanted nothing more than to cry out and moan, but they were sitting in the dark cine-room they had established when the Daedalus had provided them with a complete library of DVD’s.
Currently ‘Star Wars Episode III’ was played and Radek hoped their own little episode would go unnoticed due to the loud sound and everyone concentrating on the screen.
What had John thought when he dropped to his knees and unzipped Radek’s pants?
He’d never done that before, why start now?
Zelenka couldn’t suppress a gasp but it drowned in the roaring sound of the lava-streams and the light sabre fight on the screen. Radek simply closed his eyes and let his head fall back.
He desperately wanted to moan John’s name and to encourage him, but then everyone would notice and it would be embarrassing as hell.
And that simple thought turned Radek on like nothing else had. Except perhaps for that hot mouth sucking his cock.
“Kurva!” hissed Radek and tried to keep his voice low.
John looked up at him and as far as Radek could see in the darkness, John grinned at him. That boyish, sly, flirty, extremely sexy grin. And it seemed even sexier right now.
At the other side of the room Liz smiled. She loved to see her ‘family’ happy. And it was undeniable that the two of them looked rather pleased. And, oh my, it did look really hot.
Now Radek threw his head back and moaned soundlessly. John stopped for a moment and they looked at each other and John continued to suck on Radek.
Elizabeth licked her lips and realized she just couldn’t tear herself away from the view.
Again, Radek cursed silently and John was encouraged, quickened his pace and then let go of Radek. The Czech opened his eyes and mouthed the other man’s name noiselessly.
John grinned and Radek frowned. Then John bend down again, teased Radek with his tongue and teeth and Elizabeth could see how hard it was for Radek to hold back every sound.
Finally John took the whole length of Radek into his mouth and only a few moments later Radek’s hips jerked upwards, he threw his head back and cursed under his breath.
Then, all the tension left Radek’s body and he sat slumped in his chair, spent and a bit tired. John sat back, licked the last droplets of semen off his lips and fingers. Then he grinned and silently slid back into his chair. Radek let himself fall against John’s shoulder and the Major breathed a soft kiss on the other man’s lips. They both started to smile contently and Sheppard laid one arm around Radek’s shoulders and joined his free hand with Radek’s.
Another ten minutes later the film was over and the credits scrolled over the screen. Rodney bolted up as soon as the lights went on and shook his head.
He turned over to see Radek and John stretch. He noticed that John looked more smug than usual and Radek looked drowsy.
“That was unbelievable! So not possible! It was horrible! What do you think, Major?”
Sheppard grinned. “Oh, yeah. I… uhm… well, it was pretty cool, though, wasn’t it, Radek?”
Zelenka glared at Sheppard. How could Sheppard do this to him? “Well, uh… it was… a bit hard to understand…” whispered Radek, blushing.
“Ah, right, I forgot. Language barrier…” Rodney turned away and caught sight of a new victim. “Hey, Elizabeth! What about you? I mean, surely YOU understand my trouble with accepting this at it is! It’s horrible!”
“I’m not sure I know which part you’re talking about!” Now it was Elizabeth’s turn to blush and Rodney’s mouth pretty much simply fell open. Okay, it had been rather bad. But surely it couldn’t have been so bad that all of them had fallen asleep, could it?
Author: DraQla aka scap3goat
Category: Romance, smut,
Rating: Forgive me… mostly NC-17 (For all three!!!)
Pairing: BeckLenka, BeckLenka and ShepLenka
Short-Cut 1: “I’ve never” was a very dangerous game to play in Atlantis, it seemed.
Short-Cut 2: Why did Aliens always made them do such strange things? And why can’t Carson control his accent when he’s angry?
Short-Cut 3: Film-night in Atlantis. And there are more things than the films to watch, if you pay close attention - like Liz does.
A/N: This became a series of three since I had so many ideas... beta by mice1900
A/N 1: For those who don’t know it, “I’ve never” is a drinking game in which people sit around and one after another says something they don’t have done. And everyone who’s done it ought to have a drink.
Warning: Funny plotlines (IF they are existent), Scots, perhaps various OOC-ness...
Written for the Zelenka-ficathlon for probie.
Requests were as following:
Up to 3 things you'd like to see in your fic: alcohol, first time,
public-ish sex
Things you don't want in your fic: het, f/f,death
It all started with one of Carson's innocent statement. Well, it HAD been rather innocent. They had been playing “I've never” after all! And everything Carson had said (after deliberating for a long moment) was: “I've never had public-ish sex...”
And half of the table was about to grab a glass when Carson added with a wink: “... with a man!”
Ford, Sheppard, McKay and Grodin dropped their arms, sighing happily.
But to everyone's shock/amusement/surprise Radek muttered curses under his breath and took one of the glasses. Along with Heightmeyer and Weir.
“NEVER give him alcohol again!” cursed Radek and pointed at Carson. “It makes him all mean and sly!”
Carson grinned broadly. “I'm feeling immensely flattered, Radek!”
The Czech muttered something no one but Weir could understand. At least it seemed as if Weir could understand it because she began to grin almost maniacally.
Although it also could have been the alcohol.
No-one would ever have guessed that their expedition leader was this… experienced. But although she seemed to have her experiences with drinking - and seemed a lot more sober than Ford at that time - obviously even she had her limits.
In the end, many “I’ve never”s later and when they finally called it a night, no-one was even remotely sober anymore. Although Carson could walk without tripping over his own feet at every second step, he felt the effect of the alcohol. His speech was slurred and he slipped more often into his Glaswegian accent. But he trusted the Major to get Ford into the young man’s bed and Weir and Teyla to bring Grodin to his quarters safely. The other participants had all left earlier, which left only Carson and Radek. And the Scot was determined to take care of the Czech himself.
Beckett blocked Zelenka’s way and because the man was unsteady on his feet, he nearly fell when he came to an abrupt halt. The doctor reached out and grabbed the scientists arm to steady him.
“Public-ish sex, Radek?” asked Carson and grinned.
“I was at university.”
Carson nodded. “Still, public-ish sex?”
“Everything is public-ish at university. Guess what, I had three room-mates!”
And suddenly Carson was leaning forward and capturing Radek’s lips with his own. The Czech closed his eyes and a soon as Carson let go of him he began talking again.
“We were fucking on the professor’s table during lunch time. No one was around, so we were safe. It wasn’t too comfortable and it was a hard table and we became bruises and…”
Beckett sealed Zelenka’s lips with another kiss. “We got bruises,” Carson then corrected him.
“Okay. Fine. Kiss me again!”
And now they were in Weir’s office, Carson sprawled all over her desk on his back, Radek fucking him needily. And his own moans told Carson that he was pretty needy himself.
“Dinnae stop!” pleaded Beckett and grabbed the edges of the table.
And Radek surely wasn’t, although Carson suspected that the rather loud thuds he heard from time to time were caused by Radek’s thighs hitting the edge of the table pretty hard.
That’s where they got the bruises from, thought the Scot but he was ripped from any conscious thought when Radek hit something in him.
“Oh, guid god! Ah… Ah… Ah’m comin!” He screamed and Radek leaned forward to kiss him.
Carson groaned in Radek’s mouth, screamed and finally whimpered when he lay there spent, shaking and still caught in the aftershocks of his climax.
Radek managed two more thrust[s] before he gasped, bent forward and buried his face in the crook of Carson’s neck.
For a moment the doctor feared that the other man’s heart had just stopped, but after a moment Zelenka let the breath out he’d been holding and panted as silently as he had come.
“Yawritejemme?” asked Beckett and Radek lifted his head to stare at him.
“Huh? I di-didn’t… understand?”
Carson would have smacked himself if he hadn’t been gripped that post-coital tiredness. “Sorry, my accent slipped. I asked whether you were alright!”
“Oh. Thanks. Yes. I’m alright… thanks…”
“Guid. I just… was afraid because you were so silent…”
Radek shook his head and pressed a soft kiss on Carson’s stubbly cheek. “We’ve always made silent love. It was always public-ish, we couldn’t afford being heard and getting caught. We were always silent. There was no loud panting, or even moaning and screaming!”
“You’ve never had private sex? I mean, with locked doors and soundproof walls?”
“It was always dangerous. There was always the possibility of getting caught,” mumbled Zelenka. The Czech lifted himself off Carson and dressed quickly.
Carson stood up, quickly put on his pants and realized that the skin on his back felt tender, when he put on his shirt. which meant that he most likely had abrasions there.
“Radek,” he whispered and kissed the scientist. “I-I… I’ve been watching you. For quite some time. And I hold… I… would you come back to my quarters with me and spend the night there?” asked Carson, wary of Zelenka’s reaction to the almost confession and the anxious plea to accompany the lonely doctor. “I… I surely can’t do anything anymore tonight, but… I-I want to… be near you. Wanted it for a long time!”
Carson ran his fingers from Radek’s cheekbone, along the jaw to his lips and Radek kissed the fingertips before he smiled gently. “I would like that a lot!”
Beckett quickly grabbed the other man’s hand and led him to his quarters where they undressed and literally fell into bed. Carson idly wondered what life Radek must have led, but then fell asleep, snuggled up against the shorter man under the plaid he brought from home.
The next morning Carson made sure that all the windows and the door were securely shut and locked and that the shutters were in place before he woke Radek with a sweet kiss.
And then he made love to the man, in private, just the two of them with no danger of being caught in the act and there was neither hurry nor haste in his touch. And finally, finally he made Radek wince and pant, moan and scream with lust.
There was a first time for everything, after all!
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Things had a tendency, noticed Radek, to go downhill once Rodney somehow couldn’t stop talking and spilt things he shouldn’t even think about.
And Rodney definitely had said something that vaguely met with the assumption those people had jumped to after seeing Radek and Carson always hanging out together.
Holy Mother of God, that was to be expected when you sent two rather careful men to a wholly different planet with a wholly different people with a wholly different culture and the likely possibility of running for ones life before dinner because you accidentally said something to piss said people - their leader or the people as a whole - off.
Everything that had happened was just a few talks with Beckett during lunch break and when Rodney had decided to be annoyed. Annoyed by the help and different point of view on the technology they had found and he had asked, almost pleaded Radek to help him with because he was almost utterly and totally confused and helpless. Although he had said something along the lines of: “Weir wants another reference before starting to trade with those what’s-their-name!”. And Beckett was through with examining the villagers and decided they were as healthy as they could be while still being normal (“No, no Ancient interfering with those here, it seems!”).
Radek had been sweaty and had sat down in the shade of some tree and accepted a cup of water from one of the villagers when Beckett had arrived. The man pulled of his vest and the jacket and sat down next to Radek. Almost immediately a young boy came running, brought him a cup of water and asked if there was anything else he could bring them.
“No, thanks laddie! Just go and play with yer friends, we’re fine!” Beckett had answered and Radek nodded, smiling softly.
“How was your day?” asked Zelenka after the boy had left.
“Oh, not quite exhausting, although it was a bit monotone. Listening to heartbeat after heartbeat and trying to understand their physiology and what’s normal for them while making a diagnosis at the same time. Don’t tell Rodney, but today my medicine was aye a lot of voodoo, actually!”
Beckett gave Radek that sly smile that didn’t look all that sly with all the honesty shining in the doc’s, now an intense shimmering shade of blue, eyes.
“Was it?” asked Radek, his voice a tad to high because Beckett was a tad too near and a tad too nice for Radek to remain distant.
Beckett began telling Radek about the difficulties he’d come across and the Czech didn’t understand a tenth of it because of a lack of vocabulary, Beckett’s slurred accent and rather quick talking, but he liked to listen to Beckett and so he just let him talk.
“And then… oh… Radek? I’ve been talking too much, ain’t I? I’m sorry, you must have had a hard time understanding, and I surely did bore you. I’m sorry!”
“No, no… it was interesting, really!” answered Zelenka, not willing to let go of the fuzzy feeling that had built in his gut while he had listened to the soft-spoken Scots.
“No, it was boring,” grinned Beckett. “I mean, it would hae been difficult to follow for any native speaker, but you… no offence, Radek, but…”
“I know my English is terrible. But I do not mind listening. In fact it was… nice! Go one, please,” said Radek, only later realizing that he could have given himself away with that.
“Okay,” answered Beckett, oblivious to the soothing effect that his voice had on the scientist.
Later on a banquet had been held for the new trade partners and friends from Atlantis and oddly enough the Menru, as the people on this planet were called, had seated Carson and Radek not too far apart while the other members of the team were scattered among the people, talking a laughing. As a matter of fact Radek and Carson were seated at the same table, on soft cushions, facing each other and surrounded by what was mostly older women.
And back there things had taken the first abrupt and embarrassing turn for the two of them.
A very thirsty Rodney had drunken two cups of some rather strong booze in what was about ten minutes, because he hadn’t thought off asking if it contained alcohol after he had had the people assure him that there was no citrus in it.
After that his tongue was considerably loosened.
“Of course they are friends! See, they both come from… ah… you know, different countries and they sort of formed an alliance. They work together and form a deep bond of friendship and together they can stand up against me!” snickered Rodney and took a swig from his third cup.
That it must have been. The allies-thing. The best-friends-allies-and-deep-bond-thing Rodney had spilt to their new friends and trade partner and that had Carson and Radek ended up in a bed.
But it was only the first of many embarrassing turns.
Because after that an elder hat told Rodney it would be an honour for them to perform a ceremony of hand-clasping and confirming their bond in front of everyone, well, if they hadn’t done so already, of course.
And McKay had laughed and said: “Sure!”
The elder had also asked Carson and Radek and the Major, as well as Teyla, had nodded.
So Carson and Radek had agreed. They also had drunk a bit and thought it wouldn’t be a great deal and surely it would help them to form a deeper bond with the Menru as well.
At least that was what the Major had said when they had the possibility to talk for a few minutes. He had something along the lines of “expiring things together” and such.
Well, when they just had agreed and still sat at the low table on the cushions some younger girls came and stuffed flowers in Radek’s and Carson’s hair.
They were allowed to finish dinner, have a quick talk to their team and then shoved into separate huts. Young women undressed and washed them, painted strange patterns on their shoulders and chest and left.
But neither Carson, nor Radek had to wait long. Soon after two women came in and dressed them into short white togas. They were showing more skin than Radek and Carson thought necessary but they couldn’t really complain about it. It was a ritual, for all that it was worth.
So the two Atlanteans just let the Natives do their work and then were shoved back to the central area of the village.
It was lit by tall torches and candles set in a circle around something remotely like an altar. Flowers and petals were spread all over the sandy ground and the villagers, as well as the Atlantean Team, were sitting round the circle of candles.
“We meet here to confirm the bond between this two. It’s a rare and sacred ritual and very special. It’s an everlasting bond and we are very proud to have two outlanders to confirm their natural bond here with us. It’s an honour for us. Now close your eyes and clasp your hands.”
Radek and Carson did as they were told.
“Repeat the sacred formulas.”
The ritual went on for half an hour. After repeating several formulas, drinking something like wine or juice, repeating more formulas and a bit of meditating they were almost finished.
“We are asking the gods for their approval and blessing. Now seal this bond with a kiss.”
Carson frowned and Radek looked surprised. Then he shrugged his shoulders, bent forward and pressed his lips shortly onto Carson’s.
“Must be their idea of close friendship,” whispered the Czech while everyone around them applauded.
The priest walked them into the large clay hut and left them there alone. They had some time to talk and prepare themselves for the last part of the ritual.
“Okay. What now?” asked Radek. The curtain covering the door frame was pulled aside and Sheppard stepped in.
The Major approached them. “Docs? I think we might have a problem!”
Carson looked up at the Major. “Oh, do we?”
The Major sighed. “This is not a… not a normal friendship-ritual! It’s… a wedding!”
Radek and Carson stared at Sheppard, then at each other and then back at Sheppard.
“Excuse me?”
“A wedding?” asked Radek. “You mean… as in marrying? As in being a couple?”
John nodded.
“Oh my!” groaned Beckett.
“And this is… well… you know… the upcoming last ritual-thing, it’s… uhm… not only public. But it’s also…” Sheppard coughed. “Actually… wedding night.”
Silence filled the room. Awkward embarrassing silence.
Finally Zelenka broke it. “Are you kidding me? Our wedding night? Oh, no...!”
Radek looked down at Carson, who was sitting on the floor, with a shocked expression. The other man shrugged his shoulders.
“It’s not like this marriage will be considered legal in Atlantis.”
“Wedding. Night,” breathed Radek and sat down on the floor.
Finally Carson seemed to be able to comprehend the situation.
“Aye, that’s a problem,” murmured the Scot. “But… I don’t think we can back out of this?”
“Well. I think it would be hard to explain to them why you wouldn’t want to have a wedding night when the two of you are married. And it’s a part of their ritual. And who’d volunteer to tell them that it was a misunderstanding and that you don’t actually want to be married?”
“I don’t wish to run for my life…” stated Radek. He still sat on the floor and looked away. “But I don’t wish to have sex, either. Not… in front of everyone and…” He gulped. He needed to say this, although it was a lie. “… not with Carson… not with any man…”
Carson nodded faintly. He hadn’t expected anything different. “Well, it would be bad to piss them off by pointing out that there was a misunderstanding. But ritual sex isn’t…”
“Still it is way better than to annoy them. Please!”
Carson and Radek stared at the Major. “What are the exact conditions?”
“You’ll be shielded by curtains so only shadows can be seen, although there will be two witnesses who will… well, witness. And I understand that penetration is necessary.”
Sheppard blushed hard and left the two men alone.
“Well…” began Carson. “Well… I guess we need to… figure out… who’s going to be… on top.”
“You. I mean… because you’re a doctor. You know.”
And this scared Carson. There was no flaw in Radek’s logic he could point out without admitting more than he would or could ever admit. He knew more or less anything about anal sex and most of it he knew from first hand experiences, but he still was afraid to hurt Radek. And he knew that he would be more likely to hurt him when he was afraid to do so because he became unfocused then. And he knew that Radek was most likely to be a bit sore the day after, no matter how good the lubrication and preparation were.
But one the other hand he simply couldn’t say ‘Hey, Radek! Why don’t you top? Because, you know, I’ve already done this and a little more!’.
“So… I’ll be topping. Fine… erm… well, as fine as things can be right now…”
Beckett looked around the room. There were only two stools and a bench.
“Your preparing-time is over!” announced a young woman in front of the door. Radek and Carson sighed anxiously. In fact, they both were trembling with fear but tried hard to not let it show. Especially not in front of each other.
They stepped out and found themselves in front of some sort of a bed, complete with soft cushions and blankets, surrounded by candles and a small nightstand next to it with a small jar standing on it, which most certainly contained lube.
And there were the promised curtains at three sides; the forth side was shielded by the hut anyway. Carson could here the murmurs on the other side of the curtains, while Radek anxiously glanced at the two witnesses: The priest and Major Sheppard, who was about to turn an amazing shade of deep purple.
“Are you ready?” asked the priest and the two men nodded, not too convinced of their own lie. “So let the last ritual begin!”
Carson turned towards Radek and swallowed hard. Slowly he reached for the glasses and pulled them away. He noticed the Major sitting there on the floor, closed his eyes and tried to will himself to forget he’d seen Sheppard sitting there.
Radek pulled him into his arms and rested their foreheads together.
“Carson. This is hard, I know. But we… we can get over with it. It’s not like… uhm… it’s just sex, okay?” whispered Radek.
“Their friendship’s not worth hurting you!” answered Carson silently.
Radek smiled. “Don’t worry, okay? I’ll be alright!”
He manoeuvred Carson over to the bed and somehow they managed to sit down. He took the glasses from Carson’s hands and rested them on the nightstand, next to the jar. Then, when Carson didn’t react, he pulled the man in a brief kiss, lacking any finesse. “If they want a show, a show they will get! Let’s get over with it, already!”
Beckett nodded again and Zelenka laid down flat on his back.
Carson pulled his toga off and tried to open the brace that held Radek’s together. But his fingers were shaking and so it took him longer than it should have.
He pulled the cloth apart and carefully ran his fingers over Radek’s chest down to his abdomen.
“Tell me, if I hurt you!” whispered Carson and Radek nodded.
Carson was conscious of the presence of the Major behind his back.
He wanted to run away, he wanted to leave all this behind and go into hiding.
But there was no way. No way which wouldn’t possibly leave Ford, Zelenka, Sheppard, Teyla and the drunken McKay running for their life, mind you!
He was really anxious. And then let his fingers glide a bit deeper and hesitated for a moment. He caressed Radek’s penis cautiously and the man groaned silently.
“Carson! Oh my, Carson, I’ll be okay!”
Beckett pushed a soft cushion under Zelenkas hip, reached over for the jar and opened it. He slicked his fingers with a generous amount of the perfumed gel and sighed.
Carson ran his finger along the cleft and pressed gently against the pucker. One lubricated finger glided into Radek and the man moaned softly.
“Sh! Relax, pal! I’ll be careful, but you have to relax!”
Radek moaned again and nodded. The tightness around Carson’s finger eased a bit and Carson began to move his finger back- and forwards.
“Are ye ready for the next step?” Carson asked and then slid a second finger in Radek. Zelenka arched off the bed and tensed. “Radek! Relax! Please relax, Radek!”
He began to stretch Radek gently, giving him time to relax and adjust. When he thought that Radek was ready Carson slid a third finger in Zelenka.
“Is that okay with you?” asked Carson and Radek nodded and gasped.
Carson nodded as well and pulled his fingers away.
He mentally scolded himself for being so damn hot. He shouldn’t feel so aroused by looking at Radek. He shouldn’t think about burying himself deep in Radek, to thrust deep and hard to relieve the need he felt when he looked at the man, sprawled over the bed. His cock gave a hard twitch by the lone thought about hot and needy sex with Radek. On the other hand it would be a lot easier and things would be over sooner.
He rubbed his erection and spread the leftovers of the lube on his hand on it.
“We should get over with this!” murmured Carson and carefully placed his cock at Radek’s entrance and the pushed. Radek groaned and arched of the bed again.
Carson closed his eyes and tried to pretend that he hadn’t seen the displeasure on Radek’s face. He pushed a bit harder, muttering “It’ll be over in a tic!” under his breath. He grabbed for the lube and poured almost everything on his cock to make things easier for Radek. He didn’t want to hurt him. Not Radek.
He couldn’t suppress the quiet moan escaping his throat when the head of his cock was inside Radek. It felt too fucking good to ignore.
But Radek breathed fast and loud and it made something in Carson hurt.
Quite some time (549 of Carson’s heartbeats, which was about three to five minutes) later Radek’s breathing evened and Carson thought it save to try and move. He moved only little in the beginning, a few millimetres, to allow Zelenka to adjust. Then he began to push in a little farther in than he pulled out, slow, small thrusts to get deeper.
“Will be okay!” whispered Radek and ran his fingers through Carson’s hair.
His fingers curled in Carson’s nape and he threw his head back.
Carson leaned over Radek and kissed his jaw. The man relaxed and pushed up against Carson. Suddenly Carson glided into Radek easily. He closed his eyes and then tried to thrust once. And this time Radek’s moan was not full of badly concealed pain.
Carson tried a different angle and this time Radek cried out when the sudden pleasure hit him, when Carson brushed his prostate.
‘That’s it!’ thought Carson. He’d just need to keep this angle and perhaps it would be more durable for Radek. Tears welled in Carson’s eyes and he buried his face at Radek’s neck. “I’m so sorry, so sorry, Radek!” he whispered, trying to control his trembling voice.
But he knew that he was losing control over the situation. He began to thrust harder and faster. Radek squirmed a bit, but since Carson maintained the angle, every new thrust held also immense pleasure for Radek.
He panted Carson’s name and Carson lost himself in the rhythm his body chose. He was so fucking anxious and so fucking hot and Radek was responding in just the right ways, grabbing Beckett’s biceps and matching the rhythm.
Carson felt his climax approach and blindly grasped for Radek’s erection. He hastily jerked Radek off, making up for his lack of finesse with the enthusiasm and the desperation to please Radek.
Beckett came hard but continued to stroke Zelenka. Soon after Radek started cried out and came all over Carson’s hand, arching off the bed, grasping Carson’s biceps and tangling the fingers of his other hand in Carson’s hair.
Beckett rolled off of Zelenka and drew one of the blankets around them. He pulled Radek into his arms and enjoyed the warmth of his friend… and now spouse.
No, he didn’t want to think about it. Someone extinguished the candles and the audience seemed to go home as well.
Soon after it was only Radek, Carson and the stars twinkling above them. No sounds but the occasional rustling of the blankets and the trees were to be heard.
“I’m… I’m sorry!” whispered Carson but Radek only snuggled a bit closer.
When Carson checked on Radek, the man was already asleep. Beckett closed his eyes and drifted off pretty soon.
Zelenka woke up and realized that he still was on that planet, in the village, in that bed with Beckett. He wanted to scream because all this was so unfair.
He’d always wanted Carson and now that he had had him, it was only matter of time until the doctor would wake up, they would dress and go home as if nothing had happened. They would act like the night never had taken place. Radek would deny it. He would deny his dream.
He willed himself to forget the trouble and just enjoy the time being, snuggled up against Carson’s firm warm body, inhaling the man’s scent and pretended that this didn’t only happen because of a forced wedding ritual.
Carson stirred in his sleep and slowly woke up. He blinked, adjusting to the orange light of dawn. He softly petted Radek’s hair. Then he opened his eyes and smiled a bit.
“Are ye hurt?” asked Carson after a few minutes and Radek shook his head.
Carson pressed his finger against Radek’s pucker and the man sucked in a sharp breath.
“Ye ARE hurt!” stated Carson.
“Only a little bit!”
“Still! As soon as we are back on Atlantis I want to examine ye. Ye… uhm… I could have hurt ye severely and I don’t want to risk an infection or something like that!”
They went silent again and Carson felt really funny.
“They left us our clothes,” said Radek and pointed towards their neatly folded uniforms.
He knew that was a dumb thing to say because that meant that he and Carson would stand up now and dress and walk away like the night had never happened.
And somehow he felt like it should be exactly that way.
~*~*~
John knocked on the door of Heightmeyer’s quarters.
The blonde opened him the door and smiled. “Hello Major! How are you?”
“Uh, dunno… can I… I’m a bit…”
“Come in!” she asked him and motioned for him to sit down. “What brought you here?”
John sighed and tried to get comfortable. It was an awkward feeling to talk to a shrink, but the heavy feeling in his stomach was worse.
“I’m… not sure why exactly I’m here… perhaps I feel a bit guilty… about the last mission!”
“Well, Radek and Carson had to take part in a ritual wedding. What’s the problem with it?”
John sighed. “I… that’s not everything. They had to… well, marry. But they had to got through with everything. Including a… wedding night…”
Kate bent her head to the side.
“Yeah, I know. It’s not in the report, because… you know… it’s embarrassing for them and not necessary. They had to… go through it in front of mostly everyone. And I… I had to witness it along with the native’s priest. That was… uh… not my idea of a good time and I don’t think it was Carson’s or Radek’s either.”
“That would explain Carson’s rather harsh behaviour lately. He’s a bit picky.”
“Yeah… I guess so. I mean… he was… he was on top and he was really concerned that he could hurt Radek. And he’s been… he’s been this angry ever since!”
Kate smiled. “He’s a very caring person, isn’t he?”
“Definitely. He… he is really a good guy but this is… uh, a bit of an awkward situation. I don’t know what I would have done in that situation. But it’s not me who’s in that situation. It’s Carson and he’s suffering. And only because I thought it might be a good idea!”
“It’s not your fault!” said Heightmeyer, smiling at him.
“I get the feeling I ought to believe that now. You’ve said that quite often now…”
~*~*~
A knock on the doorframe of his office startled the CMO a bit.
Carson looked up and smiled at Radek. “Oh, Radek…”
“You wanted to see me!” asked Radek softly.
“Aye… your examination… right…” murmured Beckett. “Well, let’s go over to the examination room,” said Carson and felt a bit silly. “Are ye still sore?”
“It still hurts a bit. But not much.”
Carson nodded and closed the door behind him. Most probably his concern was silly. He made a total fool of himself. But he couldn’t back out of this now.
Radek looked at him expectantly. He gulped.
“Let’s get on with it then!” he said and almost banged his head against the wall for using almost the same words he used on the planet. “Well… pants down, that is…”
He reached over for the gloves.
A complete and utter fool, that was what he was…
“Everything’s fine!” Beckett announced when he was finished.
Radek pulled up his pants and nodded. “Good,” was his comment, while sat up.
Carson played with the hem of his lab coat. “How do ye feel about the whole ritual thing?”
“Well, I don’t know. It’s a funny feeling,” stated Radek. “They… do they know?”
“Who? Elizabeth? Yes. The rest of the base, no. The rumours of our marriage may have spread but nothing more than just the marriage itself. I threatened Sheppard and the others with the most painful medical examination I could think of if they spilt anything beyond the official thing!”
“I don’t think Rodney remembers anyway…”
Radek didn’t expect Carson to explode at this statement.
“WHAT? The eejit caused all the trouble and DOESN’T EVEN REMEMBER WHAT HE’S DONE?” screamed the doctor and stormed off.
“YOU EEJIT!” screamed Carson at Rodney. “YOU DAFT EEJIT!”
“What?” asked Rodney, too surprised for a more eloquent reply.
But Carson continued. “YE COORSE BLETHERSKATE! GOBSHITE! SWEETIE-WIFE!”
“What’s the matter with you?” asked Rodney and backed away from the furious Scot, throwing Scottish insults at him.
“Ye gae ‘em the idea that Radek an I were a couple an so we had tae marry. IT’S YER FAULT I HAD TO DO THIS TO HIM!”
“To do what?” inquired McKay and backed further away.
Carson clenched his fists and stepped towards Rodney. “Thae. Made. Me. Fuck. Him. Thae. Made. Me. Hurt. Him. It’s. Yer. Fault! AND YE CANNAE EVEN REMEMBER!”
Rodney stood there, his back hit the wall and there suddenly was no room left to back away. Carson came nearer and he MUST have been furious when he lost all the control over his accent. Rodney feared that he’d end up in the infirmary and Carson in the bilge if no-one would stop him soon.
“It’s all yer bloody fault!”
Now Carson was standing in front of him, slowly raising his hands.
Rodney pleaded to every god to have mercy with him. He knew from several occasions that Carson was, despite his soft appearance, a very well-trained man and he could easily beat the shit out of Rodney if he wanted to. And obviously he wanted to right now.
“CARSON!” called someone. Rodney looked up. Radek. “Carson, leave him alone!”
Carson turned around, blink confused. “Radek, what…?”
“Leave him alone, Carson! It’s not really his fault! Please let him go!”
And then Carson looked in Carson in Radek’s eyes and felt his heart break in his chest. He saw love in Radek’s eyes. Love, he thought, the man held for Rodney.
And his heart broke again, making the same soft sound when you broke a flower handle.
He closed his eyes to hide the pain. “Alright…” he whispered and then left the lab. Obviously the two scientists wanted to be alone.
“Radek told me,” whispered Rodney. “You are right! It’s my fault. I’m sorry.”
Carson didn’t respond.
“Well, beat the crap out of me, if it makes you feel better. It certainly would make me feel better about the whole story!”
Carson still didn’t respond.
“Listen! I’m really sorry! I’m really, really sorry! I didn’t want to do anything that could embarrass you or Radek, make you do something you didn’t want to do, or even hurt you.”
“It disnae matter anymore…” whispered Carson. “Ye got what ye wanted. It’s alright.”
“I got what I wanted? Listen, Carson! I really didn’t want all this shit to happen!”
“I was talkin about ye and Radek. It’s alright. I’m sorry for being aye such a daft idiot!”
Rodney didn’t understand a word anymore, although Carson’s English wasn’t as slurred with his Scots as it had been when he had been so furious. “Carson, I don’t understand a word!”
Beckett shook his head. “I saw how he looked at ye. I guess he told ye? I mean, after I almost beat ye up.”
“He didn’t tell me anything!” replied Rodney. “I mean… nothing that would explain such a strange behaviour of yours right now! He just told me… he told me that he was sorry and that he was worried because you are taking this whole thing rather badly.”
“Of course I do! I… I… Ipracticallyrapedhim!” shouted Carson and then buried his face in his hands.
Rodney laid his hand on Carson’s shoulder. “That’s not what he told me!”
Carson remained silent.
“He told me that you were rather anxious to hurt him.”
“Aye. And I did hurt him!”
Carson shook his head and a sob escaped his throat.
“Carson, calm down! Oh my. It’s not that bad!”
“How would ye know?” barked Carson. “Ye can’t even remember sitting behind a curtain and witnessing the bloody ‘ritual’!”
Rodney sighed. “Radek told me that you worry yourself sick about this and don’t even care if he says that it’s not that bad.”
“But… I hurt him!”
“You don’t get it, don’t you?” asked McKay. “And here people say that I have no social skills!”
Carson shook his head. “And here people say that I’m hard to understand!”
“Look. I’ll try to use small words so you understand it! Radek told me that he didn’t mind the whole procedure as much as you do. And you aren’t even the one who’s sore!”
“Aye, he’s sore! He’s hurt!” complained Carson. “And I hurt him!”
“YES! For God’s sake, yes! If it makes you happy then we’ll say that you hurt him! But, honestly, Radek DOESN’T CARE! Not much, that is!”
Carson shook his head again. “Ye are right! I don’t get it! Why would he not mind?”
“Because there was something more important! As I understand it, and here I’d like to quote him, Radek thinks that the fabulous sex totally made up for the bit of soreness!”
“Fabulous… sex? Rodney, are ye sure ye don’t hae a fever?”
Rodney rolled his eyes. “I said that I quoted Radek. Honestly, I possibly shouldn’t tell you, but he definitely has the hots for you!”
Now the doctor simply stared at the astrophysicist and gasped repeatedly.
“If you keep up the staring your eyeballs will probably pop out of your head!”
“He… enjoyed the whole thing? He likes me?”
Rodney sighed contently. “Finally you got it! And yeah, he enjoyed it and he likes you. Don’t be surprised, you’re not exactly Quasimodo and only because you have a metaphorical ‘Hot heterosexual womanizer-doc crossing’ dangling around your neck doesn’t mean that men can’t have the hots for you. Or even fall in love with you…”
Carson most certainly would have fainted if he would have been prone to fainting. But he simply continued staring. Rodney’s expression twisted a bit.
“Don’t worry, it won’t make you impotent if a man has the hots for you or falls in love with you! And if it would make you impotent, it was only because of a trauma and nothing physical.”
“Radek… likes me. A lot.”
“Yeah, yeah! I thought I had made this clear. Oh my, you are so slow today!”
Carson’s whole face lit up. “No, no, no! YOU are slow today! I mean… that’s everything I ever hoped for. I mean… Radek likes me! He REALLY likes me!!!”
Now it was Rodney’s turn to stare like an idiot. “You mean… you… YOU? I never had an idea that… you! I mean… you of all people…”
“Aye, me!” grinned Carson. “An perhaps you can excuse me now! I need to talk to Radek!”
The doctor jumped up and almost ran over to the lab.
“Radek! Radek! I’m so sorry!” called Carson, beaming like an idiot.
“You don’t have to!” groaned Radek, preparing himself for another round of Carson’s excuses.
“No, no, no!” smiled Beckett and took Radek’s hands in his. “I’m sorry for not listening properly and going off like that on Rodney. If I… if I hadn’t been that occupied by my self-pity I would hae seen and heard all the hints and signs.”
Then he gently leaned forward and captured Radek’s lips in a soft kiss.
“I’m sorry for ignoring you like that! I should hae listened to you. I was aye a daft gowk!”
“I’m sorry. I don’t understand you?” asked Zelenka confused by the rather unusual words.
“I was an idiot!” grinned Carson and kissed Radek again. “I was such an idiot! I would hae missed all this if it hadn’t been for Rodney’s lack of control over his mouth!”
He ran his fingers gently through Radek’s hair and smiled at him. Radek softly placed his hand on Carson’s chest and stepped a bit nearer. “Don’t worry anymore! It’s okay now, Carson!”
“No. You are right! It’s okay now… definitely okay!” murmured Carson and smiled when Radek kissed him to shut him up.
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‘First Time,’ was Radeks only thought. ‘Yes. Definitely first time!’
And then John began to suck in that special way that always left Radek speech- and thoughtless.
Well, it was the first time that John did it, but it did leave Radek speech- and thoughtless. And he wanted nothing more than to cry out and moan, but they were sitting in the dark cine-room they had established when the Daedalus had provided them with a complete library of DVD’s.
Currently ‘Star Wars Episode III’ was played and Radek hoped their own little episode would go unnoticed due to the loud sound and everyone concentrating on the screen.
What had John thought when he dropped to his knees and unzipped Radek’s pants?
He’d never done that before, why start now?
Zelenka couldn’t suppress a gasp but it drowned in the roaring sound of the lava-streams and the light sabre fight on the screen. Radek simply closed his eyes and let his head fall back.
He desperately wanted to moan John’s name and to encourage him, but then everyone would notice and it would be embarrassing as hell.
And that simple thought turned Radek on like nothing else had. Except perhaps for that hot mouth sucking his cock.
“Kurva!” hissed Radek and tried to keep his voice low.
John looked up at him and as far as Radek could see in the darkness, John grinned at him. That boyish, sly, flirty, extremely sexy grin. And it seemed even sexier right now.
At the other side of the room Liz smiled. She loved to see her ‘family’ happy. And it was undeniable that the two of them looked rather pleased. And, oh my, it did look really hot.
Now Radek threw his head back and moaned soundlessly. John stopped for a moment and they looked at each other and John continued to suck on Radek.
Elizabeth licked her lips and realized she just couldn’t tear herself away from the view.
Again, Radek cursed silently and John was encouraged, quickened his pace and then let go of Radek. The Czech opened his eyes and mouthed the other man’s name noiselessly.
John grinned and Radek frowned. Then John bend down again, teased Radek with his tongue and teeth and Elizabeth could see how hard it was for Radek to hold back every sound.
Finally John took the whole length of Radek into his mouth and only a few moments later Radek’s hips jerked upwards, he threw his head back and cursed under his breath.
Then, all the tension left Radek’s body and he sat slumped in his chair, spent and a bit tired. John sat back, licked the last droplets of semen off his lips and fingers. Then he grinned and silently slid back into his chair. Radek let himself fall against John’s shoulder and the Major breathed a soft kiss on the other man’s lips. They both started to smile contently and Sheppard laid one arm around Radek’s shoulders and joined his free hand with Radek’s.
Another ten minutes later the film was over and the credits scrolled over the screen. Rodney bolted up as soon as the lights went on and shook his head.
He turned over to see Radek and John stretch. He noticed that John looked more smug than usual and Radek looked drowsy.
“That was unbelievable! So not possible! It was horrible! What do you think, Major?”
Sheppard grinned. “Oh, yeah. I… uhm… well, it was pretty cool, though, wasn’t it, Radek?”
Zelenka glared at Sheppard. How could Sheppard do this to him? “Well, uh… it was… a bit hard to understand…” whispered Radek, blushing.
“Ah, right, I forgot. Language barrier…” Rodney turned away and caught sight of a new victim. “Hey, Elizabeth! What about you? I mean, surely YOU understand my trouble with accepting this at it is! It’s horrible!”
“I’m not sure I know which part you’re talking about!” Now it was Elizabeth’s turn to blush and Rodney’s mouth pretty much simply fell open. Okay, it had been rather bad. But surely it couldn’t have been so bad that all of them had fallen asleep, could it?