*looks awkward* Okay, so here's the thing....
Have I mentioned yet how very, very evil control_freak80 is? Because it totally is worth repeating. Even becoming a mantra, of sorts. I was going to wait to post this until after Austen was all up and neat and tied up with a bow. But see, she is impatient and demands that I post it NOW. Never mind that I'm a little afraid that posting it while also still posting Austen shall potentially cause a rift in the universe and for God to SMITE me down--no big deal, right?
Right.
*is still spineless, ZOMG*
And so, I present to you...Atlantis OT3 porn.
*hides while blushing profusely*
Title: Contradictions
Author: Christi (christim@comcast.net)
Rating: NC-17 (Or 17+, if you have issues with the old rating system.)
Category: Rodney/Cadman/Carson smut with a side of angst.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Rodney is a stud. Sex ensues. (I suck at summaries. Basically, it’s a short bit of OT3 porn.)
Author’s Note: It seems that I have fallen into the habit of blaming control_freak80 for everything-this included (but, uh, thanks for the beta). It’s actually an old piece that I wrote for something else, but realized worked disturbingly well for this rather odd threesome with only a few well-placed tweaks. So, here it is: my first OT3 piece. I feel like I should do a “Hail Mary” prayer or something. And I’m not even Catholic.
--
He’s not sure how it started, where the progression from three coworkers (friends, even) sitting in a lab jumped tracks and slipped into the seduction of skin sliding against skin. All he knows is that now two pairs of hands grasp at him, two sets of lips traverse his body, and he’s never been this out of his mind and this sane at the same time.
Rodney doesn’t want to waste time thinking, not when Cadman’s long blonde locks are dragging across his chest as her mouth moves down his neck, not while Carson’s surprisingly certain hands travel up his body. The two pause every once and awhile to kiss each other and the sight of that does something to him that he can’t quite explain.
The voice in his head has gone silent, no berating remarks and scathing self-doubt, so for once Rodney is left on his own to process it all. He doesn’t get further than trying to register the feeling of it; how his senses are swamped up in the chill of the tile on the floor and the warmth of skin surrounding him, how Cadman tastes in that spot just under her belly button, the sound of Carson gasping for air as Rodney’s own mouth closes around the other man’s cock.
He never once thought he’d find himself in this position, but in this insane moment, he doesn’t bother to question why it doesn’t feel wrong. He will later, he knows that-he’ll tear all of this apart and analyze it so much that it will stop making sense even in his own memory, become nothing more than fractured images of camaraderie that morphed into sexuality when he wasn’t paying attention. For now, though, just for once, his scientific mind puts its need to know the whys of things on hold, just enjoying the feeling of Carson’s hands tangled in his hair and the heat of Cadman as he somehow manages to slip his fingers inside of her (a place he had only previously dared to dream about when he was alone in the shower).
The other man is close now, gasping and desperate and gloriously unashamed, any inhibitions now disappearing in the overwhelming need for release, in the need for him. When he finally breaks, body bowing and a sound escaping his mouth that’s somewhere between a groan and a whimper, Rodney isn’t disgusted or shocked. In fact, the only emotions he can find inside himself at that crucial moment are overwhelming pride and something that he doesn’t quite recognize, but he suspects might be joy. He did that, he made the man he called his friend so incoherent that he even stopped calling for God and thought only of the now, and there’s a power and satisfaction in that.
Images blur together, sensations run one into the other in a rushing tide. Cadman is still striving and desperate and since they shared both a body and a fate, Rodney’s known that he’d never be able to deny her anything, not one snarky comment or offer of help and certainly not this, so he moves his fingers a little harder, a little faster. Carson, who seems to be slowly recovering, manages to move a hand to the lower portion of her back, pushing and caressing the skin there because somehow both men instinctively know it will drive her mad.
It does and before Rodney can register much of anything but a flurry of efficient, military-trained movement, he’s inside of her, white light washing out his senses at the heat now surrounding him. Despite every claim he’s ever made to the contrary, every time he’s teased her or yelled at her since the incident, he knows now that this is what he’s always wanted, always needed on some level. He just didn’t expect it to be quite like this-finding out that being inside of her while she gasps and pleads is only half of it is more than a little disconcerting. Nevertheless, it’s the fact that he’s being kissed by Carson over her shoulder, lips and teeth and tongue clinging together that makes the whole thing right.
As he pushes forward desperately, he stops distinguishing them in his mind. Both sets of hands are driving him mad, both mouths make him want to scream, to do anything just so long as they promise not to stop. He’s inside of Cadman and Carson’s fingers are where they are joined, making her whimper and thrash and finally come with a wail because it’s too good to be kept inside. Rodney knows he’s not far behind and the sight of them both has stopped processing, it’s just all them surrounding him and against him and making the world stop as he finally, finally lets it all go in a rush of heat, light, and sound that makes even the confines of his own body stop existing.
It seems like forever before things around him start to be recognizable again, before he can distinguish one sense from another. He is content for a moment, just the single one that he allows himself to relish before beginning to tear it all down. In that one moment of clarity, he sees how the three of them pretending to work late turned into this-because Cadman was seated between the two of them humming something teasing and playful and somehow Carson’s hand had been playing in the hair at the nape of Rodney’s neck (he wasn’t sure why or how) and of course it had all led to this because this was how it should be.
Even later, well after the fear and confusion and the paralyzing effects of angst and self-importance have settled in and they’ve all parted ways because they’re not sure how to look each other in the eyes anymore without it becoming a repeat performance, he’ll remember that one moment where it all seemed simple, that one moment where the heat of their skin was pressed up against his own and that alone made the rest of the world insignificant. And it’s only then that his genius brain begins to understand that the words simple and complicated aren’t the contradictions everyone would have you believe.
*fin*
Right.
*is still spineless, ZOMG*
And so, I present to you...Atlantis OT3 porn.
*hides while blushing profusely*
Title: Contradictions
Author: Christi (christim@comcast.net)
Rating: NC-17 (Or 17+, if you have issues with the old rating system.)
Category: Rodney/Cadman/Carson smut with a side of angst.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Rodney is a stud. Sex ensues. (I suck at summaries. Basically, it’s a short bit of OT3 porn.)
Author’s Note: It seems that I have fallen into the habit of blaming control_freak80 for everything-this included (but, uh, thanks for the beta). It’s actually an old piece that I wrote for something else, but realized worked disturbingly well for this rather odd threesome with only a few well-placed tweaks. So, here it is: my first OT3 piece. I feel like I should do a “Hail Mary” prayer or something. And I’m not even Catholic.
--
He’s not sure how it started, where the progression from three coworkers (friends, even) sitting in a lab jumped tracks and slipped into the seduction of skin sliding against skin. All he knows is that now two pairs of hands grasp at him, two sets of lips traverse his body, and he’s never been this out of his mind and this sane at the same time.
Rodney doesn’t want to waste time thinking, not when Cadman’s long blonde locks are dragging across his chest as her mouth moves down his neck, not while Carson’s surprisingly certain hands travel up his body. The two pause every once and awhile to kiss each other and the sight of that does something to him that he can’t quite explain.
The voice in his head has gone silent, no berating remarks and scathing self-doubt, so for once Rodney is left on his own to process it all. He doesn’t get further than trying to register the feeling of it; how his senses are swamped up in the chill of the tile on the floor and the warmth of skin surrounding him, how Cadman tastes in that spot just under her belly button, the sound of Carson gasping for air as Rodney’s own mouth closes around the other man’s cock.
He never once thought he’d find himself in this position, but in this insane moment, he doesn’t bother to question why it doesn’t feel wrong. He will later, he knows that-he’ll tear all of this apart and analyze it so much that it will stop making sense even in his own memory, become nothing more than fractured images of camaraderie that morphed into sexuality when he wasn’t paying attention. For now, though, just for once, his scientific mind puts its need to know the whys of things on hold, just enjoying the feeling of Carson’s hands tangled in his hair and the heat of Cadman as he somehow manages to slip his fingers inside of her (a place he had only previously dared to dream about when he was alone in the shower).
The other man is close now, gasping and desperate and gloriously unashamed, any inhibitions now disappearing in the overwhelming need for release, in the need for him. When he finally breaks, body bowing and a sound escaping his mouth that’s somewhere between a groan and a whimper, Rodney isn’t disgusted or shocked. In fact, the only emotions he can find inside himself at that crucial moment are overwhelming pride and something that he doesn’t quite recognize, but he suspects might be joy. He did that, he made the man he called his friend so incoherent that he even stopped calling for God and thought only of the now, and there’s a power and satisfaction in that.
Images blur together, sensations run one into the other in a rushing tide. Cadman is still striving and desperate and since they shared both a body and a fate, Rodney’s known that he’d never be able to deny her anything, not one snarky comment or offer of help and certainly not this, so he moves his fingers a little harder, a little faster. Carson, who seems to be slowly recovering, manages to move a hand to the lower portion of her back, pushing and caressing the skin there because somehow both men instinctively know it will drive her mad.
It does and before Rodney can register much of anything but a flurry of efficient, military-trained movement, he’s inside of her, white light washing out his senses at the heat now surrounding him. Despite every claim he’s ever made to the contrary, every time he’s teased her or yelled at her since the incident, he knows now that this is what he’s always wanted, always needed on some level. He just didn’t expect it to be quite like this-finding out that being inside of her while she gasps and pleads is only half of it is more than a little disconcerting. Nevertheless, it’s the fact that he’s being kissed by Carson over her shoulder, lips and teeth and tongue clinging together that makes the whole thing right.
As he pushes forward desperately, he stops distinguishing them in his mind. Both sets of hands are driving him mad, both mouths make him want to scream, to do anything just so long as they promise not to stop. He’s inside of Cadman and Carson’s fingers are where they are joined, making her whimper and thrash and finally come with a wail because it’s too good to be kept inside. Rodney knows he’s not far behind and the sight of them both has stopped processing, it’s just all them surrounding him and against him and making the world stop as he finally, finally lets it all go in a rush of heat, light, and sound that makes even the confines of his own body stop existing.
It seems like forever before things around him start to be recognizable again, before he can distinguish one sense from another. He is content for a moment, just the single one that he allows himself to relish before beginning to tear it all down. In that one moment of clarity, he sees how the three of them pretending to work late turned into this-because Cadman was seated between the two of them humming something teasing and playful and somehow Carson’s hand had been playing in the hair at the nape of Rodney’s neck (he wasn’t sure why or how) and of course it had all led to this because this was how it should be.
Even later, well after the fear and confusion and the paralyzing effects of angst and self-importance have settled in and they’ve all parted ways because they’re not sure how to look each other in the eyes anymore without it becoming a repeat performance, he’ll remember that one moment where it all seemed simple, that one moment where the heat of their skin was pressed up against his own and that alone made the rest of the world insignificant. And it’s only then that his genius brain begins to understand that the words simple and complicated aren’t the contradictions everyone would have you believe.
*fin*