FIC: Yes and No, Part II (Sheppard/Beckett)
Title: Yes and No
Author: smallwaldo
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sheppard/Beckett
Words: 2553
A/N: Beta'd by the awesome Sithdragn (who now owes me a story since I did the porn :) and the equally awesome maisfeeka. Any resulting errors are the result of me ignoring them. This story makes brief references to a pair of stories called On Multiple Levels and The Unfuzzy End. You don't need to read them to understand this, but they do the ground work for setting up the social structure of Movie Club.
Summary: In which the Ancients believed in sex as a recreational activity, Carson discovers that not everything activated by the ATA gene hates him and John is good... mostly.
Carson hadn’t even noticed before, but in truly sadistic fashion, John had chosen to go commando that evening. So with every step they took towards Atlantis’ make shift movie theater, he felt the brush of John’s clothes against his body. He was certain that everyone they passed in the halls knew exactly what they were up to.
They finally made it to the Movie Club and Carson gratefully collapsed on the sofa closest to the back wall, putting his feet up on an ottoman that had been jury-rigged from a transport crate that had seen better days.
John just elbowed him and laughed.
Carson tried to scowl, but couldn’t help smiling. “This is a fine time for you to decide you don’t believe in underwear,” he muttered, causing John to crack up.
Teyla, Ronon, Rodney and Chuck came in, finding seats near them. Rodney turned around to face them. “Want to share the joke?”
Carson just spluttered for a minute while John pulled himself together and said, “Not really, no. Believe me, you’re better off.”
Rodney just shook his head slowly at the two of them. “I swear, every day, I become more and more convinced that you two deserve each other.”
Finally recovered, Carson smiled benignly at him and said, “Why Rodney, I do believe that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
John shot him a soft smile for the implied compliment.
“You’re both mental. A couple of love-struck idiots,” Rodney muttered as he turned back around.
Just loudly enough to be sure everyone could hear, Ronon asked Teyla, “Is it me, or does McKay sound jealous?”
Both Teyla and Rodney were spared from having to answer when the lights went down and Evita started.
A few minutes into the film, John shifted and pulled Carson in close to him, leaving one arm around his shoulders. They sat there comfortably, watching the screen for a while. When two of Carson’s nurses, Kate Heightmeyer and one of the scientists from chemistry department started singing along with “I want to be a part of B.A. - Buenos Aires”, Rodney threw a potato chip at them and told them to shut up.
John took the distraction as an opportunity and ran his thumb along the side of his own cock, feeling Carson tense under his other hand. When Carson looked up at him, John raised his eyebrows and gave him his most sultry smile. Even in the low light of the movie, John could see him blush as he smiled and looked away.
Just as Carson seemed to have turned his attention back to the film (and the girls in the front had decided that an airborne potato chip wouldn’t damper their passion for singing), John did it again. This time Carson shivered a bit and shifted a little to make his trousers a little more comfortable. After the third time, Carson reached over and grabbed his hand and yanked it away from his lap. “You promised you’d be good,” he hissed.
“I promised to be mostly good,” John answered into Carson’s ear.
Carson decided that it wasn’t fair. He really didn’t need toys that transferred sensation from one of them to the other. John just had to whisper things like that and smile that cocky flyboy smile and Carson was done. John was determined to covertly seduce him right there in front of everyone. He wondered when that idea had gone from mortifying to exciting and he wondered if he should maybe make an appointment for one of them with Kate.
“Want a beer?” John asked quietly as the music changed again into some sort of waltz. John vaguely remembered this as the boring part. The perfect time to see how far he could take this before he got slapped down but good. He waited for Carson to nod and then made his way to the table in the back with the chips and beer and soda. The table was in an alcove in the back of the room where chip bags and popping beer cans were going to be somewhat less irritating to those watching the movie. Using that small cover, John squeezed his own cock a few times, stroking and fingering himself just enough that he could feel himself start to get hard. He ran his thumb around the edge of the crown, making his eyes slip closed both with the sensation and the knowledge that Carson would know exactly why he liked it when Carson touched him there so much.
When he came back with the beers, Carson had sunk down in his seat so that his knees were pushed up to his chest, his feet still on the ottoman. His eyes were glazed and he seemed to be taking deep measured breaths. John winked at him as he sat down, knowing Carson wouldn’t say anything overt.
Carson had a half-murderous, half-ardorous glare on his face. “I’ll have you remember; turn about it fair play,” he said quietly and slowly, enunciating each word.
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For the rest of the movie, John confined himself to casual little strokes and touches. Of course, he interspersed those with other touches. Gently tracing the shape of Carson’s hair at the back of his head, casually laying one hand on his thigh - high on his thigh, whispering suggestively in Carson’s ear in such a way that his lips actually grazed Carson’s ear with each word.
Carson was positively vibrating by the time Senora Peron finally kicked it and the lights went up.
John stood and offered Carson a hand. Carson wasn’t entirely sure he was ready to stand up in front of a room full of people yet, but he supposed if he wanted to do anything about that particular condition, they’d have to get somewhere significantly more private than the theater. He let John pull him up.
Normally after Movie Club people hung out and talked about the movie and finished off the beer that had been apportioned for the evening, but when Carson let his brain kick in he could already hear John excusing them both, claiming they’d both had long days. It was utter rubbish and anyone who stopped to think about it would know that, but no one seemed inclined to challenge him on it as they made their way to the exit, John’s hand between his shoulder blades the whole way.
When the door to John’s quarters (the closer of the two) closed behind them, Carson let out a huge sigh of relief. “You are an evil, evil person, Colonel,” he accused from where he stood, leaning on the door, mentally commanding it to lock over and over again, just to be sure.
John laughed and reached down, stroking himself through his jeans again, slowly, putting on a show now that they were alone. “Oh, it’s ‘colonel’ now, is it?”
Carson was too busy to answer, hoping the door would hold him upright while he moaned and writhed under the visual and physical stimulation.
Both stopped after a few brain-frying seconds. Carson looked up at him, cross-eyed with need. “Come on,” John said holding his hand out. “Let’s do this right.”
Carson watched as John kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. It wasn’t until John began unbuttoning his shirt that Carson was able to get with the program and he began to strip out of his own clothes.
Once they were finally, blessedly, naked and alone, John pulled Carson over to the bed. “Here, lean against the headboard.” Carson complied and John crawled up with him, spreading Carson’s legs and kneeling between them.
Carson watched as John slowly and lazily touched himself. His eyes rolled back as the pleasure John felt was transmitted to him through the devices they wore.
“Did you enjoy the movie?” John asked casually, not stopping his hands.
“There was a movie?” Carson asked in return and they both laughed.
“What about the … side show? Did you enjoy that?” John reached down and rolled his balls with one hand, the other still stroking slowly up and down his shaft.
Carson had to catch his breath before he could answer, “Next time, I get up to get the beer. Rodney actually turned around asked if I was alright!”
John laughed and continued to stroke, speeding up the pace just enough to make Carson gasp. “I think Ronon was right. He’s jealous.”
Carson’s hands stretched and reached, but he always pulled them back, not sure what to do with them. He wanted to do something with them. He didn’t need to touch himself, and John was already touching his own cock. He found it a little disconcerting to just be lying there and having his body react to apparently nothing.
John saw his hands twitching. “Come here,” he whispered, taking his hands off himself long enough to help Carson scoot up so that their legs were wrapped around each other, Carson’s around his waist, his under Carson’s ass. He guided Carson’s arms up around his shoulders. “Better?”
“Oh, aye. Much.”
John reached down and grabbed his cock again, bringing it up against Carson’s, rubbing them together.
He wasn’t ready for Carson’s deathgrip on his shoulders and the way his eyes rolled back. “Stop… John, stop.”
“What? What’s wrong?” He slid his hands up Carson’s sides, seriously concerned that Carson was about to pass out.
“Oh… overload,” Carson said with a slight grin. John was relieved to see his eyes regain their focus and his color come back. “I don’t think the devices are meant to touch when they’re in use. Feeling myself against you, through the device… it was like a bizarre sort of feedback loop.”
John stroked his face. “Did it hurt?”
Carson shook his head quickly. “No, no, not at all… it was just… intense. And a little mind-boggling.”
Careful to keep their lower bodies apart, John drew him in for a hug. “I thought you were going to pass out for minute there.”
Carson pulled back just enough to kiss John thoroughly. “I’m fine. Now where were we?” he asked, his voice low.
John rearranged them just enough that they weren’t likely to have another accidental overload like that one and began stroking himself with long, but gentle strokes.
“Ah, yes, that’s about where we were,” Carson put in, wondering where the sudden confidence was coming from. “Though I think you might have been going a bit faster?”
John obliged, speeding up a tad and watching Carson’s eyes drift shut and feeling his fingers tighten just a little on his shoulder. Holding on, not holding himself up; this was much better.
John’s rhythm faltered for a minute as he tried to reach past Carson for the bedside table. He couldn’t reach from their current position. “Hand me the lotion, will ya?” he asked.
“Brilliant idea,” Carson said as he twisted around and dug it out. Being the one with two free hands, he opened the jar and scooped out a fair amount and then slathered it on John’s hand when he stopped and held his hand out. The new sensations caused Carson’s world to go a little fuzzy as he gave himself over completely to the wet sounds and sensations of John’s hand on himself… on him… it was getting a little confusing to try and actually think about it, so he decided to stop thinking and fell into the feeling. He could hear himself groan out loud when John began circling the head of his cock again like he had during the movie. Only now there were no clothes in the way and the sensation was so much sharper and clearer. He suddenly understood very well why John reacted so well when Carson touched him there. He’d always known that John liked it. Now he had a crystal clear understanding of why
The lack of friction spurred John to pump even faster and when Carson felt John’s balls draw up, he knew his own were doing the same. He wondered if he’d feel John’s orgasm as well, but before he could voice his query, he got his answer.
John gasped, but that was all the warning Carson got as his brain was slammed with the feeling of both his own orgasm and John’s. His vision whited-out. They weren’t exactly the same. It wasn’t his own orgasm intensified or prolonged. It was two separate sensations. There wasn’t one inch of his body not completely caught up in them and he could hear himself crying out and feel every muscle in his body spasm, but he knew he was powerless to stop any of it. Not that he wanted to.
He didn’t exactly pass out. He was conscious of John stretching them both out on the bed, but he couldn’t force his eyes open or force his muscles to bend to his will in order to help.
“Carson?”
He could hear a faint trace of concern in John’s voice, so he forced a quiet, “Hm?”
“You okay?” John asked, more than a little breathless himself.
“Aye,” he whispered, not having the strength for anything else.
He felt John reach around and clean his belly off with a tissue and then there was a sharp jerking motion from where John lay spooned around him, and Carson guessed John had thrown the tissues across the room to the trash.
John was trailing his fingers up and down Carson’s chest, snuggled up against him from head to toe. “That powerful, huh?”
Finally feeling a bit of the lassitude lifting, Carson captured John’s hand and threaded his fingers between John’s. “Intimate,” he said finally. “That’s the best way to describe it. It’s not just feeling a very intense orgasm. I felt your orgasm. The way you feel it. I can’t imagine a way to know someone more intimately.”
John kissed his shoulder. “Wow. That’s… wow. Maybe next time we’ll switch parts.”
Carson brought their joined hands to his mouth and kissed the back of John’s hand. “That sounds lovely.” He closed his eyes and sighed, lost in the idea of bringing John the amazingly, intense pleasure John had brought him.
“Though I think that may have to wait a while. You’re drifting on me already.”
Carson chuckled, feeling drunk from it all. “Not to mention neither of us is seventeen anymore.”
He could feel John shrug against him. “There is that.”
Carson moaned as he felt John shift behind him, pulling Carson in closer, tucking his bottom against John’s hips. Feeling John’s cock brush against his ass. It was too much. “Much as I hate to say it, I think we need to get these things off for the time being.”
John got the box from the table across the room and carefully pulled the three colored bands off. They were coated in lotion, but he suspected they could wait to be washed off in the morning. In the mean time, Carson hadn’t moved, still looking more blissed out and equally wiped out than John had ever seen him. He sat on the edge of the bed and carefully removed the clear sheath and dropped it in the box. “Better?” he asked as he bent down for a kiss.
With an evil grin, Carson turned his face up to return John’s kiss. “Well, yes and no…”