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So I thought about turning this into a real fic, but effort is not my friend, so you can have it just as it is. :)
vileseagulls: *sends chocolate and a pet Lorne*
vileseagulls: *sends a Sheppard to fuck him, and also sends a Zippy to suck him off*
blue_raven: hey now.
vileseagulls: hey now?
blue_raven: *chews on pencil*
blue_raven: *ponders this*
blue_raven: *likes this*
vileseagulls: so Sheppard comes up behind Lorne and puts an arm around his waist, pulls him in close and murmurs in his ear about how he's been wanting to fuck Lorne all day
vileseagulls: rocks his hips slowly against Lorne and hears him gasp quietly
vileseagulls: he suspects Lorne's eyes have fallen closed so he whispers, "Look," and feels Lorne's body jerk against his when Lorne sees Zelenka's come into the room too, is watching them with dark eyes
vileseagulls: "I want to fuck you," he says again, sliding his hand slowly down and just brushing over the bulge in Lorne's pants. "And he wants to taste, and he's so fucking good with his mouth, you have no idea."
vileseagulls: Lorne groans quietly, shifting his hips, trying to get pressure against his dick, but Sheppard moves his hand up again, pops the button on Lorne's fly, and Lorne's hands clench on Sheppard's other arm.
vileseagulls: Zelenka's still just watching, so Sheppard meets his gaze and smirks, which is apparently just enough, as Zelenka moves forward, touches Lorne's shirt collar, slides slowly down the cloth to meet his and Sheppard's hands at his waist.
vileseagulls: Zelenka leans forward, and Sheppard can't see it but he can hear slick noises as they start to kiss, feels it as Zelenka tugs Lorne's shirt open
vileseagulls: He eases the zipper down over Lorne's hard cock, brushing fingertips oh-so-casually as he does, and Lorne's hips jerk forward, pressing Sheppard's hand against Zelenka and oh yeah, there's nowhere he'd rather be than with that pressed against him
vileseagulls: Lorne's pants are slipping down so John helps them, pushes down enough to get access to all the important bits, taking the boxers with him, then slides a hand round behind Lorne and presses gently into his cleft to hear him moan
vileseagulls: There's lube in his pocket, because being prepared is kind of a good thing here, and shit yeah, Zelenka's put his hands around Lorne and is holding him open, and the sound of their kissing is definitely getting messier as Lorne squirms
vileseagulls: He's got his fingers wet now, rubs two down over Lorne's hole, teases for a moment before he presses in, Lorne shoving back eagerly against him even though his fingers are big and that probably hurts a bit
vileseagulls: Zelenka's fingers brush against his for a moment as he does who-knows-what to Lorne, and he drags his fingers out and slides them back in, slowly, fucking him on them while Lorne tries to get more
vileseagulls: The wet sounds above him have ceased and Lorne's moaning and there's "no" and "please" there but John's fairly sure that's just because Lorne loves having his mouth occupied during sex and Zelenka's left him to it, dropping to his knees in front of him.
vileseagulls: He strokes in and out, still far slower than the pace Lorne's trying to set, working himself on John's fingers, and John licks along Lorne's ear, bites his earlobe gently, and murmurs, "So?"
vileseagulls: And Lorne knows exactly what he means, pleas and incoherent words spilling out, begging John to fuck him, hard god please hard, and John is all too happy to oblige, sliding his fingers out and positioning his cock at Lorne's entrance.
vileseagulls: He pauses there for a moment and shit, Zelenka stops what he's doing to Lorne and there's hot tongue along his cock and he has to clench his hands hard on Lorne's arms just to stay upright.
vileseagulls: There's a quiet chuckle from Zelenka and the tongue's gone, and Sheppard leans forward over Lorne's shoulder to watch him go down slowly on Lorne's cock, and Lorne reaches back for his hip, pulls him in, and Sheppard obligingly pushes forward into Lorne, closing his eyes against the heat and impossible tightness.
vileseagulls: Lorne works himself back and forth and John lets him for a moment, knows the feeling of being caught between, heat in front and behind and how damn good that is.
vileseagulls: Then he holds Lorne's hips tightly, pulls out, and slams back in hard enough that Radek makes a slight choking noise before he adjusts.
vileseagulls: It gets a sharp cry from Lorne and he has to groan himself, and he does it again, hard and slightly rough, just the way he knows Lorne loves it, craves it.
vileseagulls: Then he can't think anymore, needs to bury himself again and again and he sets a fast pace, slamming in, fingers pressing bruises into Lorne's skin, and Lorne's moaning with every thrust and Zelenka makes the best sounds sucking on his dick, hot and wet and John knows just what that feels like, and Lorne's arse is so damn tight, and Lorne had better come soon because John's not going to last much longer.
vileseagulls: Lorne does, head falling back against John's shoulder and John bites him none-too-gently and feels Lorne jerk helplessly against him as he comes, Zelenka moaning as he swallows him down.
vileseagulls: And Lorne's clenching hard around him and that pushes John over, dick pulsing inside Lorne as he gasps against Lorne's shoulder.
vileseagulls: They wobble a little, because fucking while standing is hard, but Zelenka's got them, holding them steady until John can hold their weight again, and then he pulls out gently, sets Lorne upright, smirking at his dazed expression.
vileseagulls: Zelenka's still fully dressed of course, and John feels a little guilty at the oversight, pulls Zelenka in for a kiss and tastes Lorne's come in his sinfully clever mouth.
vileseagulls: He pulls away reluctantly, leads Zelenka over to the bed and lies him down, settles between his legs.
vileseagulls: It's awkward like this, but John likes a challenge, and he knows it's hot for Lorne to watch when he's got Zelenka's dick framed by his trousers and he's going down on him, licking around the crown then sliding down, tongue slicking him and getting a quiet moan.
vileseagulls: Zelenka's always hot and ready for it when he's been sucking dick, loves it, John knows, so he isn't surprised when it only takes a few minutes before Zelenka's gasping, tensing under him, pulses of bitter fluid in his mouth and John swallows every drop.
vileseagulls: He looks up to find Lorne watching, eyes dilated, on his knees by the bed, so he pulls him in for a slow, dirty kiss, knows Lorne's tasting Zelenka's come in his mouth and fuck that's a good thought, and if he was a little younger he'd be hard again by now.
vileseagulls: But he's quite sated so he tugs the last of their clothes off and settles down against Zelenka's arm, pulls Lorne to Zelenka's other side and pulls the blankets up, and they fall asleep there, wrapped around each other.
vileseagulls: *sends chocolate and a pet Lorne*
vileseagulls: *sends a Sheppard to fuck him, and also sends a Zippy to suck him off*
blue_raven: hey now.
vileseagulls: hey now?
blue_raven: *chews on pencil*
blue_raven: *ponders this*
blue_raven: *likes this*
vileseagulls: so Sheppard comes up behind Lorne and puts an arm around his waist, pulls him in close and murmurs in his ear about how he's been wanting to fuck Lorne all day
vileseagulls: rocks his hips slowly against Lorne and hears him gasp quietly
vileseagulls: he suspects Lorne's eyes have fallen closed so he whispers, "Look," and feels Lorne's body jerk against his when Lorne sees Zelenka's come into the room too, is watching them with dark eyes
vileseagulls: "I want to fuck you," he says again, sliding his hand slowly down and just brushing over the bulge in Lorne's pants. "And he wants to taste, and he's so fucking good with his mouth, you have no idea."
vileseagulls: Lorne groans quietly, shifting his hips, trying to get pressure against his dick, but Sheppard moves his hand up again, pops the button on Lorne's fly, and Lorne's hands clench on Sheppard's other arm.
vileseagulls: Zelenka's still just watching, so Sheppard meets his gaze and smirks, which is apparently just enough, as Zelenka moves forward, touches Lorne's shirt collar, slides slowly down the cloth to meet his and Sheppard's hands at his waist.
vileseagulls: Zelenka leans forward, and Sheppard can't see it but he can hear slick noises as they start to kiss, feels it as Zelenka tugs Lorne's shirt open
vileseagulls: He eases the zipper down over Lorne's hard cock, brushing fingertips oh-so-casually as he does, and Lorne's hips jerk forward, pressing Sheppard's hand against Zelenka and oh yeah, there's nowhere he'd rather be than with that pressed against him
vileseagulls: Lorne's pants are slipping down so John helps them, pushes down enough to get access to all the important bits, taking the boxers with him, then slides a hand round behind Lorne and presses gently into his cleft to hear him moan
vileseagulls: There's lube in his pocket, because being prepared is kind of a good thing here, and shit yeah, Zelenka's put his hands around Lorne and is holding him open, and the sound of their kissing is definitely getting messier as Lorne squirms
vileseagulls: He's got his fingers wet now, rubs two down over Lorne's hole, teases for a moment before he presses in, Lorne shoving back eagerly against him even though his fingers are big and that probably hurts a bit
vileseagulls: Zelenka's fingers brush against his for a moment as he does who-knows-what to Lorne, and he drags his fingers out and slides them back in, slowly, fucking him on them while Lorne tries to get more
vileseagulls: The wet sounds above him have ceased and Lorne's moaning and there's "no" and "please" there but John's fairly sure that's just because Lorne loves having his mouth occupied during sex and Zelenka's left him to it, dropping to his knees in front of him.
vileseagulls: He strokes in and out, still far slower than the pace Lorne's trying to set, working himself on John's fingers, and John licks along Lorne's ear, bites his earlobe gently, and murmurs, "So?"
vileseagulls: And Lorne knows exactly what he means, pleas and incoherent words spilling out, begging John to fuck him, hard god please hard, and John is all too happy to oblige, sliding his fingers out and positioning his cock at Lorne's entrance.
vileseagulls: He pauses there for a moment and shit, Zelenka stops what he's doing to Lorne and there's hot tongue along his cock and he has to clench his hands hard on Lorne's arms just to stay upright.
vileseagulls: There's a quiet chuckle from Zelenka and the tongue's gone, and Sheppard leans forward over Lorne's shoulder to watch him go down slowly on Lorne's cock, and Lorne reaches back for his hip, pulls him in, and Sheppard obligingly pushes forward into Lorne, closing his eyes against the heat and impossible tightness.
vileseagulls: Lorne works himself back and forth and John lets him for a moment, knows the feeling of being caught between, heat in front and behind and how damn good that is.
vileseagulls: Then he holds Lorne's hips tightly, pulls out, and slams back in hard enough that Radek makes a slight choking noise before he adjusts.
vileseagulls: It gets a sharp cry from Lorne and he has to groan himself, and he does it again, hard and slightly rough, just the way he knows Lorne loves it, craves it.
vileseagulls: Then he can't think anymore, needs to bury himself again and again and he sets a fast pace, slamming in, fingers pressing bruises into Lorne's skin, and Lorne's moaning with every thrust and Zelenka makes the best sounds sucking on his dick, hot and wet and John knows just what that feels like, and Lorne's arse is so damn tight, and Lorne had better come soon because John's not going to last much longer.
vileseagulls: Lorne does, head falling back against John's shoulder and John bites him none-too-gently and feels Lorne jerk helplessly against him as he comes, Zelenka moaning as he swallows him down.
vileseagulls: And Lorne's clenching hard around him and that pushes John over, dick pulsing inside Lorne as he gasps against Lorne's shoulder.
vileseagulls: They wobble a little, because fucking while standing is hard, but Zelenka's got them, holding them steady until John can hold their weight again, and then he pulls out gently, sets Lorne upright, smirking at his dazed expression.
vileseagulls: Zelenka's still fully dressed of course, and John feels a little guilty at the oversight, pulls Zelenka in for a kiss and tastes Lorne's come in his sinfully clever mouth.
vileseagulls: He pulls away reluctantly, leads Zelenka over to the bed and lies him down, settles between his legs.
vileseagulls: It's awkward like this, but John likes a challenge, and he knows it's hot for Lorne to watch when he's got Zelenka's dick framed by his trousers and he's going down on him, licking around the crown then sliding down, tongue slicking him and getting a quiet moan.
vileseagulls: Zelenka's always hot and ready for it when he's been sucking dick, loves it, John knows, so he isn't surprised when it only takes a few minutes before Zelenka's gasping, tensing under him, pulses of bitter fluid in his mouth and John swallows every drop.
vileseagulls: He looks up to find Lorne watching, eyes dilated, on his knees by the bed, so he pulls him in for a slow, dirty kiss, knows Lorne's tasting Zelenka's come in his mouth and fuck that's a good thought, and if he was a little younger he'd be hard again by now.
vileseagulls: But he's quite sated so he tugs the last of their clothes off and settles down against Zelenka's arm, pulls Lorne to Zelenka's other side and pulls the blankets up, and they fall asleep there, wrapped around each other.