Fic: All For One
Title:All For One
Author:etherealflaim
Genre:AU, SlashSlash, PWP
Rating:NC-17 (Extreme sexual content, unsuitable for minors)
Fandom:Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Characters:John/Derek/Charley
Summary:John has some secrets to share...
Author's Notes:I had a plot bunny come hopping by late one night, and it made a lot of sense at the time. I've had to change it a little bit since I've thought about it while lucid, though =) I decided to put this in the Falling universe, as it helps out a lot with having both Derek and Charley present. Written for the nascent slashdom over at scc_slash.
Derek had known that something was up with John for quite awhile. Aside from constantly having to run, wondering about every glance on the street, being suspicious of everything that moved, and having a distant and overprotective mother that was. Derek considered himself a very perceptive and observant person, but he was at a loss as to what was bothering the youth until it came on him by surprise.
Charley just had no clue.
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Derek was sitting on the couch with Charley watching the news for telltale signs of Metal activity when John came home from school. Cameron was off with Sarah doing some dirty work, so he was alone when he came into the living room and sat down opposite the pair.
He said nothing.
Derek and Charley both reached for the remote at the same time. Derek got to it first, and muted the television. Charley had the feeling that John wanted to talk to Derek alone, so he quietly got up to head into the kitchen.
When he was almost to the door, he heard John's voice--sounding forced and dry--from behind him.
"No, Charley, I want you to hear this too."
Charley turned around and slowly moved his way back to the couch, exchanging a quick questioning glance with Derek. Derek kept a straight face and continued to watch the boy sitting in front of them. Long experience had taught him that when someone had something to say, it was best to just let them say it, so he sat down next to Derek and waited, trying to keep his face a good blend of concern and confidence.
John was wringing his hands and breathing irregularly, as if he couldn't remember how anymore. His eyes were obscured by his long bangs, but Charley knew that they were probably closed tightly to avoid having to make eye contact. He might not know this new John very well, but he recognized very clearly that his mother was not around, and from that understood the unspoken agreement that anything said here was never to be repeated to her--or anyone else.
After a long silence, John sighed quietly. He sat up straight, flicked his hair out of his eyes and appeared to gain a large measure of age and confidence in a few short seconds.
"I know neither of you have been around for a lot of my life, but you're the only ones that I trust enough to hear this. First, Derek, there's something you need to know. My mother doesn't want me to tell you, as she doesn't believe that I trusted you enough in the future to hear it, but she's wrong. When I sent your brother back to protect my mother, I also knew something else. I knew that by sending him back, he was going to be my father."
Charley's breath caught in his throat. He wasn't sure how he felt about sleeping with his ex-girlfriends's son's uncle. He let that go for now, though... this wasn't about him.
Charley looked at Derek. Derek dropped his head briefly, and then looked back up at his nephew with absolutely no surprise.
"I can't say I knew that, but it was the only way to explain a whole lot of things.
"I'm glad you trust me enough to have told me yourself, but you hardly know me. You need to be careful, John, who you trust."
"Was I wrong to trust you? You're like my mom! Neither of you ever trust your instincts about people. I've thought you were trustworthy long before I even learned your name. I'm rarely wrong about people, Derek. I'm fairly sure that the reason I didn't tell you this in the future was not because I didn't trust you, but because I didn't want you to blame me for your brother's death. I knew it was going to happen, and yes I did send him back knowing that he was going to die. Unfortunately, that's one of the things about being the leader of the free world that really fucking SUCKS. You have to send people into the line of fire, and the only consolation you ever get is that their lives were not lost in vain."
John looked at his uncle directly, and maintained eye contact until the older man looked away, knowing that the teenager was right.
"And now," John said as he stood, "since I've already told you both my biggest secret, the other thing seems so much less important."
John walked, full of confidence, over to the couch where Charley sat, transfixed. John leaned down, and before Charley's brain could process what was going on, John was kissing him.
And he was kissing back.
And then he realized what he was doing, and put a hand up to John's face, lightly pushing him away. He took a deep breath, and found it impossible to look at John's smug expression.
"John..."
"You remember back when I started to be interested in girls? Well, that wasn't all I was interested in. Honestly, you were the first person I ever had a crush on... the girls came later. If I was honest with myself, I was probably going after girls because even then I understood that liking guys would doom me to be an outcast forever. But now I know that I'm destined to be alone for the rest of my life anyway, so I've come to terms with it."
Charley looked to Derek for support. Derek had an amused expression on his face. Charley made a a little help here? face at his lover, who laughed out loud.
"Oh, Charley, I saw you kissing him back. You're not my boyfriend, you're welcome to do whoever you want." Derek leaned over and kissed him briefly. "Just don't be surprised if I want my turn later."
Derek stood and walked toward the kitchen, chuckling quietly to himself, leaving Charley alone with the teenager who so obviously wanted him.
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It was John's turn to be surprised.
"Wait. What?" he asked.
"Uh." Charley looked like he wanted to disappear into the crevices on the couch.
John climbed onto Charley's lap, straddling the man's legs, and smiled at him from two inches before his face.
"You're sleeping with my Uncle?" he asked with amusement.
John ran his fingers down the broad chest in front of him, relishing as the muscles he felt there spasmed in desire.
John leaned in to kiss Charley again, nibbling softly on the his lips as his fingers neared the belt of the EMT's jeans. John felt more than heard the intake of breath has his hands reached their mark, his fingers brushing fleetingly along the zipper they found there, returning to unbuckle the man's belt and undo the jeans before he broke the kiss.
"Let's see what it is that makes everyone in my family fall for you, Charley..."
John's fingers made their way to the waistband of the white boxers that Charlie was wearing, slowly sliding it below his waist, hooking it under the man's heavy balls so he could have unimpeded access to the soft cock lying there, waiting for him.
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Charley didn't know how much longer he could hold back. He could feel the cool air on his exposed penis, the small warm hands exploring his chest beneath his shirt, and the insistent wet lips pressing against his own. His mind began to race, trying to figure out the easiest way to get out of this mess as John's lips broke contact and he saw the long hair recede from his face and approach his waiting dick. Charley had to bite his tongue to hold back the moan of pleasure as he felt those wet lips engulfing him to the hilt. He closed his eyes and tried not to enjoy it, but it wasn't long before his hardening cock was recieving the lion's share of his blood, and he let himself go.
"Here, John, let me show you how it's done..."
Oh shit, Derek too?? That silky voice penetrated him to the core, making his erection painfully hard, waiting for the powerful lips and grazing teeth that it knew accompanied it.
"You take his balls and watch this... he'll be powerless to resist."
Charley felt the wet, smooth but sandpapery tongue of his lover slowly tracing from the base of his raging hardness to the tip, where it flicked away the last of Charlie's reserve before consuming him entirely, twisting in exactly the right way. The sucking pressure and light graze of teeth elicited a deep moan from his mouth, which redoubled in intensity as he felt a soft wetness enclose one of his testicles, rolling it around slowly in the warmth of the mouth. Charlie's hips involuntarily bucked his cock deeper into Derek's skilled mouth, which detached wetly and made its way up to his own. As he and Derek kissed deeply, he felt John take the opportunity to worship the wet cock now lying unattended against his shirt.
The boy was a fast learner. Charley moaned into Derek's mouth as John took him into his mouth, twisting in exactly the same way as his uncle... and managed to bite back another, louder moan when Derek's strong hands made their way under his shirt, slowly pulling it up and over his head before the man shifted his attenton to teasing Charley's nipples.
He felt, with a mix of pain and pleasure, the soft mouth leave his cock and find its way to the ridges of his muscular chest, where it tasted the salty sweat which was pooling there. John picked up his feet from the floor and turned him so that he was lying along the length of the couch, and he was powerless to resist as the pair continued to press every hot button he never knew he had.
"Switch with me, John."
Charlie felt the cold air claim him as the pair of mouths left him for a brief but painful few seconds. Then John was kissing him, and Derek was removing his jeans, lifting his legs into the air and--
"OH! F--fuck..."
Charlie's mind short circuited as Derek's powerful tongue found its way to the sensitive area below his balls and began to trace lazy circles around his hole, and then two wet fingers were plunging into him. He moaned helplessly into John's mouth, still exploring his lips and teeth and tongue with the same confidence as his uncle and mother had.
Time was obliterated by pleasure, and he lost track of all of the kissing and sucking and licking until he was firmly anchored to the present by a thick, hot intrusion that threatened to split him in two with pleasure. He opened his eyes, and dimly observed the shirtless, tatooed, muscular form of Derek slowly working his way inside him and realized that the bobbing mop of hair must be John continuing to worship his agonizing erection.
Charlie's hands had a mind of their own, and one moved its way to guide John's rhythm to match that of the boy's uncle, the other find its way to the waist of John's jeans, where he took over for the boy's own hands, matching again his rhythm to the one of pleasure-filled explosions deep within him. It wasn't long before he felt John's moans around his own cock as the teen approached climax, finally collapsing beside the couch with ecstasy as it claimed him.
With nothing else to keep them apart, Derek laid himself against Charlie's sweat-slicked chest and plunged his tongue into Charlie's moaning mouth, stroking the helpless man's pulsating cock in an irregular rhythm. When Derek sensed that his lover was inches from coming, he gave the thickness in his hands a final twist and timed it with a thrust angled precisely to hit his prostate. He felt the explosion beneath him and around him as Charlie lost control, sending thick ropes of come to coat both of their chests, and carrying Derek over the edge as well. The two of them laid on the couch, kissing slowly until their muscles ceased their spasming. When Derek opened his eyes, he saw intense gratitude reflected in the golden brown eyes. It took him a second to realize that by stepping in, he had saved his lover from having to face fucking or getting fucked by the young boy curled up beside the couch. He leaned in to kiss him. It was the least he could do, after all, he owed the man his life.
Neither of them noticed as John rose, smiled sadly at the pair embracing naked on the couch, and went off to take a shower. Comments are appreciated like a pint of Ben & Jerry's on a hot Summer day.
Also, please watch this and respond on your own journals. The news glosses over it, and Ellen's message needs to reach as many people as possible.
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Derek had known that something was up with John for quite awhile. Aside from constantly having to run, wondering about every glance on the street, being suspicious of everything that moved, and having a distant and overprotective mother that was. Derek considered himself a very perceptive and observant person, but he was at a loss as to what was bothering the youth until it came on him by surprise.
Charley just had no clue.
---
Derek was sitting on the couch with Charley watching the news for telltale signs of Metal activity when John came home from school. Cameron was off with Sarah doing some dirty work, so he was alone when he came into the living room and sat down opposite the pair.
He said nothing.
Derek and Charley both reached for the remote at the same time. Derek got to it first, and muted the television. Charley had the feeling that John wanted to talk to Derek alone, so he quietly got up to head into the kitchen.
When he was almost to the door, he heard John's voice--sounding forced and dry--from behind him.
"No, Charley, I want you to hear this too."
Charley turned around and slowly moved his way back to the couch, exchanging a quick questioning glance with Derek. Derek kept a straight face and continued to watch the boy sitting in front of them. Long experience had taught him that when someone had something to say, it was best to just let them say it, so he sat down next to Derek and waited, trying to keep his face a good blend of concern and confidence.
John was wringing his hands and breathing irregularly, as if he couldn't remember how anymore. His eyes were obscured by his long bangs, but Charley knew that they were probably closed tightly to avoid having to make eye contact. He might not know this new John very well, but he recognized very clearly that his mother was not around, and from that understood the unspoken agreement that anything said here was never to be repeated to her--or anyone else.
After a long silence, John sighed quietly. He sat up straight, flicked his hair out of his eyes and appeared to gain a large measure of age and confidence in a few short seconds.
"I know neither of you have been around for a lot of my life, but you're the only ones that I trust enough to hear this. First, Derek, there's something you need to know. My mother doesn't want me to tell you, as she doesn't believe that I trusted you enough in the future to hear it, but she's wrong. When I sent your brother back to protect my mother, I also knew something else. I knew that by sending him back, he was going to be my father."
Charley's breath caught in his throat. He wasn't sure how he felt about sleeping with his ex-girlfriends's son's uncle. He let that go for now, though... this wasn't about him.
Charley looked at Derek. Derek dropped his head briefly, and then looked back up at his nephew with absolutely no surprise.
"I can't say I knew that, but it was the only way to explain a whole lot of things.
"I'm glad you trust me enough to have told me yourself, but you hardly know me. You need to be careful, John, who you trust."
"Was I wrong to trust you? You're like my mom! Neither of you ever trust your instincts about people. I've thought you were trustworthy long before I even learned your name. I'm rarely wrong about people, Derek. I'm fairly sure that the reason I didn't tell you this in the future was not because I didn't trust you, but because I didn't want you to blame me for your brother's death. I knew it was going to happen, and yes I did send him back knowing that he was going to die. Unfortunately, that's one of the things about being the leader of the free world that really fucking SUCKS. You have to send people into the line of fire, and the only consolation you ever get is that their lives were not lost in vain."
John looked at his uncle directly, and maintained eye contact until the older man looked away, knowing that the teenager was right.
"And now," John said as he stood, "since I've already told you both my biggest secret, the other thing seems so much less important."
John walked, full of confidence, over to the couch where Charley sat, transfixed. John leaned down, and before Charley's brain could process what was going on, John was kissing him.
And he was kissing back.
And then he realized what he was doing, and put a hand up to John's face, lightly pushing him away. He took a deep breath, and found it impossible to look at John's smug expression.
"John..."
"You remember back when I started to be interested in girls? Well, that wasn't all I was interested in. Honestly, you were the first person I ever had a crush on... the girls came later. If I was honest with myself, I was probably going after girls because even then I understood that liking guys would doom me to be an outcast forever. But now I know that I'm destined to be alone for the rest of my life anyway, so I've come to terms with it."
Charley looked to Derek for support. Derek had an amused expression on his face. Charley made a a little help here? face at his lover, who laughed out loud.
"Oh, Charley, I saw you kissing him back. You're not my boyfriend, you're welcome to do whoever you want." Derek leaned over and kissed him briefly. "Just don't be surprised if I want my turn later."
Derek stood and walked toward the kitchen, chuckling quietly to himself, leaving Charley alone with the teenager who so obviously wanted him.
---
It was John's turn to be surprised.
"Wait. What?" he asked.
"Uh." Charley looked like he wanted to disappear into the crevices on the couch.
John climbed onto Charley's lap, straddling the man's legs, and smiled at him from two inches before his face.
"You're sleeping with my Uncle?" he asked with amusement.
John ran his fingers down the broad chest in front of him, relishing as the muscles he felt there spasmed in desire.
John leaned in to kiss Charley again, nibbling softly on the his lips as his fingers neared the belt of the EMT's jeans. John felt more than heard the intake of breath has his hands reached their mark, his fingers brushing fleetingly along the zipper they found there, returning to unbuckle the man's belt and undo the jeans before he broke the kiss.
"Let's see what it is that makes everyone in my family fall for you, Charley..."
John's fingers made their way to the waistband of the white boxers that Charlie was wearing, slowly sliding it below his waist, hooking it under the man's heavy balls so he could have unimpeded access to the soft cock lying there, waiting for him.
---
Charley didn't know how much longer he could hold back. He could feel the cool air on his exposed penis, the small warm hands exploring his chest beneath his shirt, and the insistent wet lips pressing against his own. His mind began to race, trying to figure out the easiest way to get out of this mess as John's lips broke contact and he saw the long hair recede from his face and approach his waiting dick. Charley had to bite his tongue to hold back the moan of pleasure as he felt those wet lips engulfing him to the hilt. He closed his eyes and tried not to enjoy it, but it wasn't long before his hardening cock was recieving the lion's share of his blood, and he let himself go.
"Here, John, let me show you how it's done..."
Oh shit, Derek too?? That silky voice penetrated him to the core, making his erection painfully hard, waiting for the powerful lips and grazing teeth that it knew accompanied it.
"You take his balls and watch this... he'll be powerless to resist."
Charley felt the wet, smooth but sandpapery tongue of his lover slowly tracing from the base of his raging hardness to the tip, where it flicked away the last of Charlie's reserve before consuming him entirely, twisting in exactly the right way. The sucking pressure and light graze of teeth elicited a deep moan from his mouth, which redoubled in intensity as he felt a soft wetness enclose one of his testicles, rolling it around slowly in the warmth of the mouth. Charlie's hips involuntarily bucked his cock deeper into Derek's skilled mouth, which detached wetly and made its way up to his own. As he and Derek kissed deeply, he felt John take the opportunity to worship the wet cock now lying unattended against his shirt.
The boy was a fast learner. Charley moaned into Derek's mouth as John took him into his mouth, twisting in exactly the same way as his uncle... and managed to bite back another, louder moan when Derek's strong hands made their way under his shirt, slowly pulling it up and over his head before the man shifted his attenton to teasing Charley's nipples.
He felt, with a mix of pain and pleasure, the soft mouth leave his cock and find its way to the ridges of his muscular chest, where it tasted the salty sweat which was pooling there. John picked up his feet from the floor and turned him so that he was lying along the length of the couch, and he was powerless to resist as the pair continued to press every hot button he never knew he had.
"Switch with me, John."
Charlie felt the cold air claim him as the pair of mouths left him for a brief but painful few seconds. Then John was kissing him, and Derek was removing his jeans, lifting his legs into the air and--
"OH! F--fuck..."
Charlie's mind short circuited as Derek's powerful tongue found its way to the sensitive area below his balls and began to trace lazy circles around his hole, and then two wet fingers were plunging into him. He moaned helplessly into John's mouth, still exploring his lips and teeth and tongue with the same confidence as his uncle and mother had.
Time was obliterated by pleasure, and he lost track of all of the kissing and sucking and licking until he was firmly anchored to the present by a thick, hot intrusion that threatened to split him in two with pleasure. He opened his eyes, and dimly observed the shirtless, tatooed, muscular form of Derek slowly working his way inside him and realized that the bobbing mop of hair must be John continuing to worship his agonizing erection.
Charlie's hands had a mind of their own, and one moved its way to guide John's rhythm to match that of the boy's uncle, the other find its way to the waist of John's jeans, where he took over for the boy's own hands, matching again his rhythm to the one of pleasure-filled explosions deep within him. It wasn't long before he felt John's moans around his own cock as the teen approached climax, finally collapsing beside the couch with ecstasy as it claimed him.
With nothing else to keep them apart, Derek laid himself against Charlie's sweat-slicked chest and plunged his tongue into Charlie's moaning mouth, stroking the helpless man's pulsating cock in an irregular rhythm. When Derek sensed that his lover was inches from coming, he gave the thickness in his hands a final twist and timed it with a thrust angled precisely to hit his prostate. He felt the explosion beneath him and around him as Charlie lost control, sending thick ropes of come to coat both of their chests, and carrying Derek over the edge as well. The two of them laid on the couch, kissing slowly until their muscles ceased their spasming. When Derek opened his eyes, he saw intense gratitude reflected in the golden brown eyes. It took him a second to realize that by stepping in, he had saved his lover from having to face fucking or getting fucked by the young boy curled up beside the couch. He leaned in to kiss him. It was the least he could do, after all, he owed the man his life.
Neither of them noticed as John rose, smiled sadly at the pair embracing naked on the couch, and went off to take a shower. Comments are appreciated like a pint of Ben & Jerry's on a hot Summer day.
Also, please watch this and respond on your own journals. The news glosses over it, and Ellen's message needs to reach as many people as possible.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QcMEL3_YsVI