Title: Don’t Come Begging

Author: chaps1870

Pairing: eventual Rodney/Carson/Sheppard

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: Don’t own em, just pull them out to play once in a while.

Summary: Aliens made him do it…really!

 

 

Chapter One

 

Teyla and Ford came through the gate first with Major Sheppard’s arms draped over their shoulders as he hung limply between them.  Doctor McKay followed with a slight limp in his step and cradling his side.  From her perch at the control room balcony, Dr. Weir keyed her radio, “Dr. Beckett, we need a medical team in the Gateroom.”

 

Just as she turned to descend the stairs, the Gateroom erupted with activity. Major Sheppard launched himself out of his teammate’s arms and straight at McKay, both of them landing hard on the floor.  Rodney was now sprawled on his back with Sheppard laying between his legs his hips undulating quickly. 

 

Trying to squirm away, Rodney froze when a hand reached for his balls and squeezed tightly.  By the look on the scientist’s face, it wasn’t pleasant and his hand reached for Sheppard’s wrist in an attempt to pull it away.  The grip became more painful and Rodney cried out, his eyes clenched tight as the hand clasping the Colonel’s wrist tensed, holding it firmly and willing it not to clamp down harder than it already was.

 

Rodney’s face was etched with pain and his breathing sharp as John continued to hump him.  The words being whispered for his ears only, while incredibly erotic, weren’t enough to override the fear that gripped his balls. The colonel’s fingers dug into his sensitive sac, and Rodney knew his face was not only red from pain but from the shame of lying so exposed to all those in the Gateroom.  It was bad enough that he’d endured it for the past four hours on the planet, but this reached all new levels of humiliation.

 

A few soldiers moved closer after the initial shock of seeing their commanding officer humping the scientist in the middle of the Gateroom, failing miserably to hide the smirks. Rodney’s eyes shot open at the sound and glared sharply at them.  They remembered their duty and reached down to pull the Colonel off of McKay only to have the scientist’s eyes widen in alarm, and he squeaked, “God no, don’t touch him.”  Rodney’s eyes were darting between the two soldiers and the hand that had his crotch in a death grip. 

 

Sheppard’s voice was still whispering huskily in his ear, as the man ground into him. “Wanna fuck you, McKay. Wanna stick my cock in your ass until you scream. You want this, don’t you?  I’ll bet you haven’t been laid since we landed here. I can make it good for you.  Let me fuck you.”

 

Eyes clenched tight, Rodney tried to ignore the Colonel’s words. The only thing keeping him from getting hard was the tight hold on his groin.  He didn’t dare open his eyes, knowing he’d die of embarrassment if he did, thankful at least that no one else heard what Sheppard was saying. Weir’s concern broke through his musings, the awkwardness of the situation evident in her voice, “Can’t you sedate him or something, Carson?”

 

Ronon spoke up, “He’ll be done in a few minutes then he’ll fall asleep.”

 

Several of the people gathered stared at the big man’s nonchalance and the Gateroom was eerily quiet but for Sheppard’s soft moans and rustle of clothes as he pushed harder and harder into Rodney’s thigh.  Suddenly, Rodney felt the Colonel tense and arch away from him followed by a satisfied grunt of release.  The grip on his crotch was gone as well.  John’s weight eased away and rested against his side. Daring to open his eyes, Rodney found himself staring up at the shocked expression on Doctor Beckett’s face.

 

Rolling away, Rodney got to his knees and dropped one hand to his tender groin, unconsciously checking to make sure one of his nuts hadn’t been ripped away. The Colonel’s method of restraining him had been quite effective and Rodney wondered briefly where he learned his seduction techniques.  Any further thoughts were interrupted by Elizabeth’s disconcerted voice, “Does someone want to tell me what that was all about?”

 

Rodney muttered, his back still to everyone, “Not particularly.”

 

Teyla came to his rescue, sparing him the added humiliation. “The Colonel began acting strangely on the way back to the gate.” Her face remained neutral as she continued. “He attacked Dr. McKay several times and would…”

 

“He was humping me like some hormone crazed dog,” hissed Rodney, his face reddening as he blurted out the situation.

 

Kneeling beside a prone Sheppard, Carson looked uncomfortable as he asked, “Do you know what brought it on?” He gave the Colonel a quick once over and was happy to note that his pulse and breathing appeared normal despite him being unconscious.

 

Ronon answered with a shrug, unconcerned by the whole affair, “The natives gave him some drink to seal the trade thing. He seemed fine.” Years of living on his own had hardened him and this seemed trivial in comparison to what he’d lived through.

 

“Well, he appears be sleeping but I do need to get him to the infirmary,” said Carson, signaling for help to load the Colonel on the gurney they’d brought along. He looked up at Sheppard’s teammates. “What else can you tell me?”

 

Shrugging, Teyla answered, “He passes out each time this happens.”

 

Carson swallowed hard and quickly hid the surprise in his face, “Each time? How long has he been like this?”

 

 “’Bout every half hour he has another go at it then he falls asleep.  Ronon answered with a small grin, “Wakes up raring to go.  He hasn’t bothered me or Teyla though.”

 

“It seems that only Dr. McKay has his…affections,” said Teyla, receiving snickers in response.

 

One of the soldiers whispered to another, “Probably the only time McKay every sees any action.”

 

The other man smiled, answering in a hushed tone, “I feel sorry for the Colonel when he finds out who he picked. The man has them falling at his feet and he picked McKay. That’s just creepy. Maybe the natives were punishing him.” Overheard, several others snorted in agreement.

 

Glaring at the perpetrators, Rodney spat, “I’m glad all of you all find it so hilarious.” 

 

Feeling sorry for him, Elizabeth took control of the situation.  While it might appear humorous at the moment, the Colonel’s behavior was still cause for concern. She gave the young soldiers a reprimanding look. “That’s enough, everyone.  We should be concerning ourselves with the Colonel and discovering just how serious this is rather than treating it so lightly.”

 

Rodney staggered to his feet, wincing at the soreness as he straightened. He avoided making eye contact with anyone, hoping perhaps he could slink away unnoticed as the Colonel was moved to the infirmary.   Carson snagged his sleeve, his expression unreadable, adding to Rodney’s discomfort. “You too, Rodney. I’m going to need the full story and you can brief me while the others are debriefing with Dr. Weir.”

 

“Yes, yes, let’s drag this out to the full extent possible. The potential for humiliation is just too good to pass up, I’m sure.”  He watched Carson ignore him and return his attention to the Colonel.  Lifting his eyes at the gathered crowd, Rodney blushed and turned sharply, leaving before any of them could comment further.  

 

Sitting in the infirmary, safely ensconced behind curtains waiting for Carson, Rodney rubbed away the tiredness in his eyes.  With shaky fingers he undid his vest and dropped it on the floor near the bed. His jacket went next and he grimaced at the smell of sex that emanated from his clothes.  Four hours of Sheppard’s indiscriminate rutting had left marks all over Rodney’s clothes and he shuddered at the memory of the Colonel’s whispered words.

 

It was one thing to be consumed by the alien drink and act inappropriately. Rodney could understand that. It wasn’t the first time that a Stargate team had reacted to an alien substance, nor would it be the last.  What was difficult to process were the words Sheppard had uttered each time the need for release overtook him.  Rodney would have bet a year’s pay that the Colonel was certifiably straight, but the words he’d whispered seemed to say otherwise.  Maybe it was the drug talking, but that didn’t seem likely considering how up close and personal Sheppard’s utterances were. 

 

The Colonel had succumbed to the drug. Not necessarily his fault but to admit that he’d been wanting to fuck Rodney for a very long time was. Rodney was very much aware of what people thought of him and for the most part he let it roll off, but when Sheppard assumed Rodney would be grateful and ecstatic over his attentions was more than the scientist could get his head around.  As much as he tried, the Colonel wouldn’t take no for an answer and refused to accept that Rodney was in a relationship, a very happy one, thank you very much.   Rodney was sure the pretty flyboy attitude had gotten the Colonel just about anyone he wanted and couldn’t conceive of anyone not wanting him.  It was unheard of, at least in Colonel Sheppard’s world.

 

Rodney on the other hand had developed a more practical approach, one that worked better if you couldn’t rely on good looks and charm.  He might not have the quick means to get someone in bed, but he damn well knew how to keep them once they were there.  Unfortunately, Sheppard’s recent behavior was going to put a serious damper on his present relationship.  While he hadn’t taken advantage of the Colonel today, he’d been sorely tempted and Rodney hated himself for it.  He was happy in the relationship he was in and felt terribly guilty for the feelings he was having over Sheppard’s affections. 

 

In the past he’d been able to claim it as simple friendship between them and that was why they spent time together, that and he’d assumed the Colonel was straight and therefore off limits. Now he wasn’t so sure and he dreaded facing his lover, knowing there would be no hiding the truth of it all.  The curtain surrounding his bed opened and Rodney came face to face with his fears.  “Carson.”

 

“Rodney,” answered Beckett, his tone stilted.

 

His shoulders slumping, Rodney dropped his eyes, “I’m sorry. I didn’t do anything to encourage him.”

 

Carson kept his voice low and controlled, “Let me take a look at you. I noticed you were limping.”

 

Rodney shook his head, “It’s nothing.” Reaching out, he tried to touch Carson’s arm but it was pulled from his grasp. “Please, Carson.”

 

“Now isn’t the time for this, Rodney,” said Carson, absently. “Get undressed and I’ll be back.”

 

Turning away, he left Rodney, who muttered sadly, “Damn it.”

 

Chapter Two

 

Rodney managed to stay hidden for a full day, thereby avoiding the stares and comments of everyone.  Consensus was that he had gotten the only attention he would ever get and he should feel pretty damn special for being chosen by someone as wonderful as John Sheppard. Although, most of Atlantis was confused over Sheppard’s selection considering Teyla and Ronon were also available.  The drug obviously messed him up worse than originally thought if McKay had been his choice for release.

 

For his part, Rodney remained silent about the whole ordeal and with Carson avoiding him, he felt like a pariah. By days end, Rodney stumbled to his room and slumped onto the bed and proceeded to stare blankly at the walls.  That was how Carson found him a few hours later. 

 

When his door opened, revealing Carson, Rodney only gave him a brief look. His voice was quiet as he spoke, “You sure you want to be seen with me? Apparently I’m not the pick of the litter.”

 

Carson shrugged and trudged over to sit beside him. “I guess that means I’m not either.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“You might have told me how aggressive Colonel Sheppard can be, that and the man has a very wicked tongue,” quipped Carson, blushing as he spoke. 

 

Rodney looked at him in shock and stuttered, “He attacked you?”

 

“Aye,” sighed Carson. He continued hesitantly, “How you survived four hours with him like that makes you a better man than me.” Looking at Rodney, Carson shook his head. “I’m sorry for not trusting you.”

 

It took several seconds for Rodney to answer, torn between Carson’s confession and the need to make his own. Letting out a long sigh, Rodney finally spoke, “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to, Carson.”  Suddenly afraid what his honestly would do to their relationship, Rodney wished he could take back his last words.

 

“I know that, Rodney,” said Carson. He flopped onto the bed and half whispered, “I’d be lying myself if I said I wasn’t affected by his actions.”

 

Turning sharply, Rodney stared at him in disbelief, “Really?”

 

Closing his eyes briefly, Carson nodded, “Aye.” He opened his eyes and smiled shyly at his lover, “He’s a very attractive man.”

 

Rodney dropped back on the bed beside Carson, staring up at the ceiling, “I don’t want this coming between us. I..uh…I…”

 

Carson chuckled, “I know you do, luv. This is unexpected. I suppose I should feel flattered but…”

 

“You feel a little put out that he expects you should just lie down and spread your legs,” huffed Rodney.

 

Rolling to his side and rising up on his elbow, Carson draped his arm over Rodney’s chest.  “Well, I wouldn’t have put it quite that way, but yes.” Carson smiled, unable to hide his amusement at Rodney’s usual lack of subtlety when it came to such things. 

 

Slipping his hand in Carson’s, Rodney held it as he spoke.  “According to all of Atlantis we should be grateful we are getting some let alone with the obviously famous Colonel Sheppard.”

 

Carson leaned closer, nuzzling Rodney’s neck and whispering huskily, “Well, I doubt the man has ever enjoyed a truly mind shattering orgasm compliments of one Dr. Rodney McKay.”

 

Rodney rolled them over, landing on top of Carson. Pressing closer, he kissed him soundly, leaving them both breathless. “He doesn’t have to work at it, they probably come from the thrill of being with him and then he just rides them to the end,” said Rodney snidely, continuing his assault on Carson as he worked his way down his neck in agonizingly slow nips and kisses.

 

“Clothes,” rasped Carson, finding it harder to talk as Rodney snaked his hand under his shirt and teased his nipples.

 

Mouth curling in a half-smile, Rodney looked into Carson’s eyes, his voice breathy as he said softly, “Patience.”

 

Carson’s head fell back and he moaned, not sure he would survive one of Rodney’s slow seductions. “Oh dear God.”

 

********

 

For the first time since Carson could remember, he dreaded going to work. The drugs in Colonel Sheppard’s system were finally dissipating and he was returning to normal.  As glad as Carson was of that, he felt a new level of awkwardness around the man.  He felt as if he was party to some deep dark secret, one that he’d unwittingly become a part of.

 

Problem was, Carson couldn’t stop the increased heart rate or the sweat gathering in his palms as he got closer and closer to his patient.  Unlike Rodney, he at least had some anonymity in the whole affair. Sheppard had made his advances in the privacy of the infirmary and Carson had been able to deflect him away before any of his staff had been witness to it.

 

After the latest blood tests there was no longer any reason to keep Sheppard and for the most part he was back to normal.  Judging by his downcast eyes and clipped speech in the doctor’s presence there was little doubt that he remembered what had transpired. With only a minimum of conversation between them, Carson released him and watched him leave the infirmary with a sigh of relief. 

 

Joining Rodney for lunch, the two of them hunkered down in the corner of the mess and watched surreptitiously as Sheppard walked in and took a seat with some of his men rather than join them as he normally would. 

 

Whispers were punctuated by heads turning toward Rodney and it didn’t take a genius to figure out that the scientist was the topic of conversation.  Carson only barely refrained from reaching across the table to offer some relief from the uncomfortable stares.

 

Rodney turned to stare at the group, his voice bitter as he spoke through a mouth full of food, “He’s probably reaffirming his straightness.”

 

“That man is definitely NOT straight,” retorted Carson, blushing as he recalled the words Sheppard had whispered during his drug induced state.  He squirmed in his seat, diverting his attention back to his plate.

 

Seeing Carson’s discomfort, Rodney sighed heavily, “Can’t get it out of your mind can you?”

 

Carson hesitated, feeling his face warm, then shook his head, “No, no I can’t.”  Brows furrowed he looked at Rodney and asked warily, “You?”

 

Pushing his plate away, Rodney crossed his arms and slumped in his chair, “God, I hate that man with all his charm and good looks and…hair.”

 

Rodney pouting was cute in Carson’s mind but then he was a little biased where the scientist was concerned. “I suppose the question is, what do we do about it?  I love you, Rodney I truly do, but this is driving me crazy.  I’m goin’ to have a hard time bein’ around the man knowin’ what I know.”

 

“At least you only see him now and then, Carson. I have to work with him, be with him, stand next to him…and this just sucks.  And the worst of part is he knows how damn hot he is and we should be falling at his feet.”

 

Carson actually laughed then leaned closer to Rodney. His tone was hushed and amused, “I’d fall at his feet.”

 

Glaring at him, Rodney snapped, “Shut up. You’re not helping here.  Do you honestly think he’s going admit he wants the most desperate and pathetic science geek in this galaxy after all the teasing he’s gotten from everyone?”

 

“He picked me too, ya know?” Carson said pointedly, looking as depressed as Rodney felt.

 

“I’m sure it’s the accent thing. How does anyone resist that even when they’re not drugged,” said Rodney drolly, making Carson blush again.

 

“I suppose I should be grateful he doesn’t know what a good catch you are then. I’d hate to lose you.” Carson tried to tease about it, but one look in his eye and Rodney could see a bit of truth to his comment.

 

Rising, Rodney grabbed his tray but stopped and leaned close to Carson, “Lust doesn’t keep you warm at night, Carson.” He straightened and added with a suggestive smile before walking away, “Of course, there’s nothing wrong with lust either.”

 

Carson’s cock twitched and quickly grabbing for his tray, hurried after the smug scientist.  A half hour later, Carson was trying to find the strength to get his cold butt up off the storage closet floor and return to work. If only the Atlantis personnel knew just how good Rodney was then it would be the scientist they were lining up for not the Colonel.  There was pride in the fact that only he knew that and a bit of sadness that no one else did. The lot of them saw Dr. McKay as a self absorbed individual but nothing could be further from the truth.  Rodney was without a doubt the most selfless lover Carson had ever had, male or female.  Unfortunately, even knowing that, his mind kept drifting to Colonel Sheppard and his sharp tongue.

 

*********

 

Rodney was buried under the console of the jumper they’d managed to retrieve from Olesia trying to restore some of the remaining systems they hadn’t had time to fix on the planet.  He heard someone approach and peeked his head out. Seeing the Colonel take up residence in the pilot seat he went back to work.  “Go away. I’m busy.”

 

“Look, I apologized, what more do you want from me?” asked Sheppard, going for his pathetic wounded look.

 

“I want you to leave me alone.” He ducked out from under the console again and glared at the Colonel. “I got it okay. You’re straight and the drugs screwed with your head. It’s fine, I forgive you.”

 

“Then why are you so mad?”

 

“I’m not mad,” snapped McKay. He went back to work but popped right back out, “Fine, I’m mad, but not for that. Not really. I disturbed by the fact that you refuse to admit that you’re attracted to men simply because of some archaic military mindset.”

 

“I’m not gay, McKay,” insisted Sheppard, his face set in determination.

 

“Of course not, that would so go against the Kirk complex you have going. That might be more convincing if you hadn’t augmented your drug induced rutting with words, Colonel.  Kind of takes away from the denial thing you’ve got going.”

 

“Come on, McKay. It was the drugs.”

 

“Yes, yes, so you say,” Rodney kept working, refusing to make eye contact. “I’m sure your fellow ground pounders would be proud of you, keeping your masculinity intact as it were.”

 

“This whole thing bothers you doesn’t it?”

 

Squirming from under the console, McKay fiddled with the connection in his hand as he growled, “Of course it does. You came onto me, remember. Then you sit there and claim you’re straight while all of Atlantis thinks that I’m some sort of charity case and should feel honored that you deemed me somehow worthy of your advances.”

 

The bastard had the nerve to smile that smug, ‘I know I’m hot smile’. “Speaking of which, why didn’t you take advantage of it?” Sheppard asked curiously, not the least bit embarrassed by the conversation they were having. 

 

“I am already with someone and I’d kind of like to not mess that up,” declared Rodney. It was safer than admitting how much he wanted the Colonel.

 

Sheppard frowned. “I thought it was excuse. You don’t look like a man that gets laid regularly.”

 

Rodney rolled his eyes. “Oh please, just because I don’t ooze sexual satisfaction doesn’t mean I’m not getting any.”

 

Crossing his arms, Sheppard asked with a huff, “Who?”

 

Sneering, Rodney returned to his work. “Nice try.”

 

Leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees, Sheppard quipped, “I don’t believe you.”

 

Rodney poked his head out and glared at him. “What are you, twelve?  I prefer to keep my personal life…personal, thank you very much.”

 

The Colonel’s eyes lit up as inspiration struck. “Dr. Brown? Didn’t you have a date with her a while back?” asked Sheppard, his curiosity getting the better of him.

 

“No, she had a date with me. The woman is relentless.”

 

“’kay,” Sheppard drawled, still confused. He stopped and frowned at McKay, “What do you mean she had a date with you, isn’t that the same thing?”

 

“No. She asked me, I didn’t ask her and she wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

 

“Geez, McKay, beggars can’t be choosers.”

 

“Who says I’m begging. What part of I’m with someone don’t you get?”

 

Sheppard raised an eyebrow, “Oh right, I forgot.”

 

“Asshole,” Rodney snarled. “Besides I’m the one not going without.”

 

Crossing his arms in annoyance, Sheppard snapped back, “Who says I’m going without?” 

 

“According to rumors I’m bottom of the barrel. You went after me, so you tell me who the desperate one is?” Rodney said smugly, knowing he was on the winning side of this conversation.

 

“Well hell it’s not like I had a choice, Ronon or Teyla would’ve kicked my ass,” Sheppard spouted, realizing too late what that sounded like.

 

Rodney stilled under the console, glad his face was hidden in the shadows, because there was no hiding the hurt the Colonel’s last comment did. It shouldn’t have, but it did. He answered with sarcasm, “Thank you, I feel so much better now.”  Scooting out of his hole, Rodney stood, carefully avoiding Sheppard’s stare. Packing his tools, he started to leave, “I have things to do so if you’ll excuse me.”

 

As Rodney slipped by, Sheppard grabbed his arm. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

 

Shrugging from his grasp, Rodney jutted his chin out and snorted, “Oh please, you still can’t accept that it was more than the drugs doing the talking.”  He gave the Colonel a pointed glare, “and I do mean talking, as in saying things that went beyond pillow talk.”

 

“Christ Rodney, what do you want from me? I’m not gay, alright…drop it.”

 

“Liar,” muttered Rodney as he walked to the back of the jumper.

 

Sheppard spoke to McKay’s back, “Am not.”

 

Rodney kept walking, “Are too.”

 

“Am not.”

 

Stepping out of the jumper, Rodney glanced over his shoulder and mouthed, ‘are too’, then left, getting the last word.

 

Chapter Three

 

It was late and Rodney was still in his lab working. Well, not so much as he was trying to bury the past few days under the pretense of working. It wasn’t working.  Earlier, he’d left Sheppard in the jumper and went straight to the infirmary looking for Carson.  All that got him was a great blow job and Carson suggesting that perhaps if they could get the Colonel to admit there was some attraction that things might go from there.  Carson obviously had hidden kinks Rodney hadn’t been aware of.  Not necessarily a bad thing. The only problem was that even if Carson did want Sheppard as badly as he did, there didn’t seem to be a way to break down the Colonel’s defenses.

 

“McKay.”

 

Jumping in his seat, Rodney startled, splattering coffee on both his hand and his shirt. He turned sharply and glowered at the man in the doorway, brushing away the coffee stains now gracing his shirt, “Damn it, you do that on purpose.”

 

Leaning into the doorjam, his arms crossed and a smug smile on his face, Sheppard shrugged. “You need to cut back on the coffee, it makes you jumpy.”

 

“Fuck you, don’t you have somewhere else to go.”

 

He sauntered into the lab, “Not really, it’s midnight.”

 

“Go to bed then, like a good soldier.”

 

“You’re awfully testy. Shouldn’t you be off with ‘someone’? Might improve your mood,” inquired Sheppard, obviously hedging for information.

 

Rodney smirked, “I got some earlier.”

 

“Too much information, McKay,” said Sheppard, clearly deflated by Rodney’s claim.

 

“Too bad. You started it.” On a roll and frustrated, Rodney started rambling.  “I’m going to assume you’ve never even considered a man before and that you have no clue what you’re even missing out on.  I’m sure all your sexual encounters have been mindless bimbos that chant…” Rodney raised his arms, his hands fluttering as his voice went falsetto, “Oh John, you’re so beautiful, make me come.” 

 

Rolling his eyes, Rodney continued in his normal tone, “And of course you do your duty as quickly as possible and move on to your own needs, because while women are nice, I’m betting they don’t really do it for you. It’s just a way to find release. I’d wager that you’ve never had one of your ‘dates’ actually take the time to seduce you.  To make you want to scream for release or hell, even beg for it.”

 

“I don’t beg,” quipped Sheppard, trying to hide his sudden curiosity, because damn it, McKay was right.  Sex was just sex, and more often than not it was just a way to get rid of the tension and frustration. Yeah, some women were better than others, but most of them were pretty passive when it came to sex.  They expected him to take the lead and he did.  He didn’t really see himself as the submissive sex partner.

 

Rodney shook his head, “Oh please, everyone begs eventually.” 

 

“Oh really and you’re suddenly an authority?” John really wasn’t sure he wanted to have this conversation and yet he couldn’t stop himself from antagonizing McKay.

 

“Obviously I know more than you do, which, oh wait…doesn’t surprise me,” said Rodney, superiorly. “A week, Colonel. One week and I can make you beg for it.”

 

Swallowing hard, Sheppard squeaked, “Huh? Not gonna happen.”

 

“Humph.” Rodney turned his back on him and buried his head in his laptop.  He could feel Sheppard’s eyes on his back and he smiled. The man was still sitting there, waiting for more. 

 

He kept his voice low as he spoke to his computer, “There is something to be said about having your cock sucked by another man.” Hearing a sputtered breath behind him, Rodney continued, “They know what to do with it and there is nothing quite like having it buried so deep in their throat that you can actually feel the throat muscles tightening around the head as they try to swallow. Or on the other side of that is taking it in your mouth and feeling how hard and how soft it is all at the same time. Running your tongue up and down that sensitive vein on the underside and feel it twitch in your mouth. Then opening your throat and letting it slip all the way to the back, hearing the moans of pleasure that comes with that. Then letting them take control and actually fuck your mouth. Feeling the power you have and the power they feel, pushing in and out all the way until you can smell their heat in the coarse hairs tickling your nose.” 

 

That got a tiny whimper and Rodney went for the kill. “Of course, then you really have them and you can either keep sucking as they are pumping your mouth or you can slowly ease a finger up, letting it slip into their ass. Sometimes that’s all it takes and they are shooting down your throat, grabbing your hair and holding on tight as they shake all over, pushing and shoving in deeper so you get it all.” He paused a second, listening to the ragged breath behind him, then added huskily, his own arousal awakening with thoughts of how good it really did feel, “Of course other times, you have to work your finger in deeper to find that one spot that rips the pleasure right out of them and sometimes makes them scream your name. Pretty cool, actually.”

 

Rodney closed his laptop and stood up, turning to look down at the Sheppard, where he sat slumped against the couch with his head thrown back and his pants clearly outlining his bulging erection.  He wasn’t aware Rodney had moved and opened his eyes to find him leaning over him with a wicked grin on his face, “Not gay?”

 

Sitting up, Sheppard winced as it pinched the tightness in his pants. “No!”

 

Reaching down, Rodney took one finger and very slowly traced the ridgeline of John’s erection. He heard the sharp intake of breath as he neared the crown and increased the pressure just as he passed over the tip.  John lost it, crouching forward and moaning as his body betrayed him. 

 

Leaning closer, Rodney whispered, “Liar.”  He left John shuddering on his couch without looking back.  Smiling on his way out the door, his step was much lighter and he decided a week was probably too long on his way to find Carson.

 

****

 

Carson was in his office when Colonel Sheppard arrived and was surprised at his flushed appearance, despite Rodney filling him in.  He smothered a smile and questioned him, “What can I do for you, Colonel?”

 

 “I need you to retest me,” blurted John, letting the door close behind him.

 

“Why?” drawled Carson, puzzled by the request. 

 

“I…uh…I think it’s still affecting me…” Sheppard hinted, clearly embarrassed, “the drink they gave me.”

 

“I doubt it. You’re blood work came back fine. Why don’t you tell me what’s botherin’ you then and maybe I can help.”

 

Rubbing the back of his neck, John hesitated. “Um…Someone said some things to me and I… uh…reacted?”

 

Feigning a frown, Carson bit back a smile, “Reacted how? You’re not bein’ very clear, Colonel.”

 

Sheppard paced the tiny office, feeling embarrassed. He stopped his pacing and sank into a chair opposite Dr. Beckett, not daring to look up. “I got an erection, alright.”

 

“Well it must have been quite somethin’ they said then,” teased Carson, unable to stop the slow grin and the opportunity to rib the man.

 

His head shot up and Sheppard smirked, “Oh that’s funny, Doc.”

 

Flashing him a cheeky grin, Carson chuckled, “I thought so.”  Replacing his smile with his best professional face, he became more serious, “I’m sorry. So you had a reaction to somethin’ someone said and you think it’s because of the drug. Why would you think that?”

 

Sheppard hesitated, then said offensively, “It was a guy that said it to me.”

 

“Well forgive me, Colonel, but based on recent events I don’t find that too terribly alarming.”  John looked ready to deny the accusation when Carson schooled an innocent look of surprise, “So you’re saying you’re not attracted to men? I thought with the way you acted towards me and…” Carson stopped, his face reddening against his will, “…well never mind what I thought. I suppose I could run another set of tests if it would make you feel better.”

 

An hour later, Carson tracked down the Colonel in his room to deliver the results personally. Rodney’s idea. Admittedly, it seemed a good one, and Carson couldn’t deny that it might be nice to see the Colonel on the receiving end of some sexual frustration after his performance in the infirmary.

 

Standing inside the Colonel’s quarters was a little unsettling, but he forged ahead, “I thought you would want to know that results came back negative. There is no sign of any foreign substances in your system.” He went with an apologetic look, “I’m sorry.”

 

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Sheppard put his elbows on his knees as his head dropped. He muttered, “I am not gay.”

 

Pulling out the chair from the small desk nearby, Carson sat down and offered quietly, “Maybe you’re bi.”

 

Sheppard’s head shot up, looking thoroughly depressed. “Big help there, Carson.” 

 

“I suppose it’s only natural for you to get some attention after your performance in the Gateroom. Perhaps you can avoid this person,” said Carson innocently, knowing full well just how difficult it was to avoid Rodney if he didn’t want to be avoided. The man had too much technology at his disposal and hiding was impossible.

 

“There is no way to avoid Rod…” He realized his mistake as soon as the words were out of his mouth, but Carson seemed unfazed by the revelation.

 

“Aye, he’s persistent if nothing else and a wicked tongue to boot. I’ve a hard time myself sometimes and I’m used to it.” 

 

Lights and sirens went off behind John’s eyes and he stared at Carson, shell-shocked, “Oh god, it’s you. You’re the someone.”

 

Smiling proudly, Carson answered, “You get used to him and I might add that you are lucky he hasn’t touched you yet.”

 

“How can you sit there so calmly when he’s…”

 

Carson chimed in, “Making the move on you?  I suppose there is that, but I’m thinkin’ that if he does in fact make you see the truth then I won’t be so bad off. You did come on to me in the infirmary.”

 

Seeing the gleam of amusement in Carson’s eyes, John buried his head in his hands and moaned, “You’re both in on this.”

 

“Aye, but just remember, you started it,” noted Carson, his smile still firmly in place. “I should probably warn you that once Rodney gets it in his head it’s nigh impossible to change his mind. He may not seem like a social butterfly but he is good…very good.”

 

 Carson let his voice drop as he leaned back in the chair, noting the Colonel’s stunned expression before he closed his eyes and started talking again, “He’ll start with your throat and start kissing and licking and oh lord, the sucking…working his way over every inch of you’re body until you’re so sensitive you can’t stand it. I’ve never had any one pay tribute to my nipples the way that man does. Licking and sucking until you want to scream.”

 

Peeking an eye open, Carson couldn’t help but flush seeing the Colonel staring absently into space, his eyes glassy with desire. His whole body was taut as he listened and tried to fight reacting. Carson’s mouth turned upward slightly as he closed his eyes and continued, “And those hands. Have I mentioned his hands?  I’m sure you’ve noticed when he’s workin’ how deft and smooth he is with them.” John’s breath hitched in the quietness of the room, confirming he had in fact noticed Rodney’s hands. Carson almost chuckled, this was too easy.

 

“When I say his mouth is wicked, his hands are worse, all slicked up and moving into your ass one at a time, nudgin’ that one spot over and over, filling you up. You want more but you’re so full you don’t think you can possibly take more and you want him to move. Want him to do more until your bucking into his hand beggin’ him to do more and more, but each time he knows to back off, leaving ya hangin’ on the edge, unable to speak or even breathe.” The heavy breathing coming from John stopped Carson’s monolog and he opened his eyes.  John was flopped back on the bed, his eyes closed and his chest rising and falling in rapid succession as he tried to regain some control. 

 

Quietly standing up, Carson moved towards the door before speaking again, “Here I’ve gone and said too much. I should be going.”

 

Flustered, John sat up quickly, shifting hurriedly when his erection strained against the course material of his pants. Carson didn’t bother averting his eyes, “I’d say Rodney is right in this case, Colonel. You won’t last the week.”

 

As he exited the room, he missed John’s anguished sigh, “Nobody said this was a tag team effort.”

 

******

 

This time it was Carson that found Rodney. “Are you busy, Rodney?”

 

Glancing up from his work, Rodney only had to see the look in Carson’s eyes to know that he was in his lab for one reason and one reason only. Shutting his laptop, Rodney motioned him into his private lab, glad he’d chosen the out of the way space for times like this.  The door shut behind Carson as he entered and hearing the lock slip into place, he wasted no time removing his lab coat as he approached his lover.

 

His voice held a note of desperation, “If I haven’t said this before, that man is not straight.” Arms snaked around the scientist’s back and drifted to his ass, gripping it in a firm grasp as Carson buried his face in the crook of Rodney’s neck, inhaling sharply,  “Dear god, you didn’t tell me he made noises.”

 

“He makes noises, Carson,” whispered Rodney, his own lips nuzzling the doctor’s ear. “Hot, delicious noises.”

 

Fingers dug into his ass as Carson sighed, “I don’t know if I can do this, Rodney. It’s very hard not to want to touch.

 

Rodney’s hands pushed between them, roaming Carson’s chest until he reached his nipples, lingering there until he heard a pleasurable moan come from the doctor. He moaned back, “Let me touch you.” Carson whimpered and soon forgot all about Colonel Sheppard.

 

Chapter Four

 

John lasted another day before he found himself walking towards Rodney’s lab, muttering about the stupidity of such a move the whole way.  His other option had been the infirmary but that ranked up right up there with the whole stupid thing too, so either way he was screwed.

 

He’d caught glances of McKay and Beckett at odd times of the day and carefully snuck away, mostly so they couldn’t corner him but also to hide the evidence of his body’s betrayal.  Apparently, it wasn’t listening anymore and had decided to jump the fence. “And what the fuck was in that drink?” he said angrily under his breath as he stepped into the transporter.

 

He pressed the display and went to turn around when warm, wet lips latched onto that sensitive spot just under his ear. Startled, his body didn’t know whether to fight or run until a familiar husky voice breathed in his ear, “Colonel.” 

 

His body shuddered involuntarily and he couldn’t have moved away if his life had depended on it. He stuttered, “Don’t, McKay.”

 

It wasn’t a very convincing plea, gasped like it was and did nothing to deter Rodney, who added his tongue to the mix. “Oh yes, because you are so hating this.”  A hand slid to his hip, pushing him forward and he had to put his hands up on the wall or risk running into it face first.  Panicking, he pushed back. Big mistake, because now his ass suddenly had a new hardness pressed against it, sending a very pleasant shiver up his spine. The panic went to a whole new level that his mind was processing but his body was obviously having a hard time keeping up with because it stilled, letting the hardness press even closer.

 

“Do you want to move up that timetable, Colonel? I can give Carson a holler and we can go straight to the begging part.” 

 

“I’m good, thanks,” hissed Sheppard, wondering why the fuck he was still standing there letting McKay do this, because he was not gay...damn it. 

 

He’d been having serious doubts about his sexual orientation every since that drink he took on the planet and right now, right this moment his heterosexuality had flown out the window and was mocking him. He wanted to resist, but the hand resting on his hip was warming his skin even through his shirt.  Another hand slipped under the hem. He was almost sure it was Rodney’s but his brain had momentarily shut down when fire danced from the fingers caressing his belly, so he couldn’t be positive. 

 

Rodney’s voice was mesmerizing as it whispered in his ear and his fingers did evil things to his skin. “Do you know how good it feels to wrap your tongue around a man’s nipple? Feeling it harden under your touch and being able to grasp it between your teeth, biting it just enough to make them moan. Then to lick and kiss the hurt away only to start all over.”  If his words weren’t bad enough, Rodney’s fingers were acting out his thoughts and John’s cock was so hard he feared he’d come in his pants if Rodney didn’t stop. The erection pressing into his ass was so not helping and it took all his control not to reach into his own pants and jack himself off right there in front of McKay.

 

He refused to beg. Even Rodney couldn’t make him do that. He was Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard with a reputation to uphold, and there was no way a geek scientist could make him beg.

 

When Rodney’s fingers dipped below the waistband of his pants, John thought he heard himself whimper and it was enough to bring him to his senses. Pushing away from McKay, his eyes wild with desire, he slammed the display panel and exited the transporter as fast as he could scramble away with a hard-on to rival granite. He made it as far as the nearest storage closet before the rubbing of material against his throbbing flesh forced his hand… literally, and he sank to the floor gasping for air.  Fingers fumbling with his zipper, and he only barely wrapped his hand around his aching erection before the light exploded at the base of his spine and he experienced the best damn orgasm of his life.

 

After several minutes of sucking much needed air into his lungs, he slumped forward, his head resting against the cool wall as he tucked himself back into his pants.  He sat there for some time thinking about how truly fucked he was. He’d taken all the psych classes in college and knew all about the subconscious, how it kept you from knowing shit. But this wasn’t something that niggled at his brain until it slowly worked its way to his consciousness.  This had come out of fucking nowhere because of some love potion the natives cooked up.

 

Sitting in the dark closet he tried to analyze everything that had happened up to this point. Surely there was some logical explanation. Okay, he liked Rodney and Carson. They were after all his friends. That didn’t mean he’d thought of them as anything other than friends.  So what if he liked spending time with them. They were fun to be around. That didn’t make him gay.

 

So what if he’d been spending more time with one or the other or both in his free time. And so he noticed that McKay had gotten trimmer over the months and he looked good.  And, okay, maybe he noticed that Carson looked better with that scruffy beard of his instead of being clean shaven. Well, maybe Rodney did too, but that was beside the point. It wasn’t like you couldn’t notice stuff like that…right?  It didn’t make him gay…right? And maybe he did glance at them longer than was necessary and find himself drifting to one or the other when he was around them.  And he hadn’t even batted an eye when he found out Rodney and Carson were together, as if it were only the most natural thing in the world. His brain stuttered and he dropped his head into his hands and sighed, oh fuck…he was gay.

 

His mind rambled for several minutes looking for a loophole when suddenly he sat up straight, smiling in the dark. Wait, he still liked women, so he couldn’t really be classified as gay. Hey, he was bi, not gay.  He frowned. Oh right, because that was so much better.  Well maybe a little. 

 

Getting to his feet, he squared his shoulders and stood in front of the door, gathering himself together before he opened it.  Stepping into the hall, his eyes darted up and down the corridor and he sighed in relief that he didn’t have to explain why he was coming out of the closet. Oh god, how lame was that after his latest epiphany. 

 

And yet, it was easier now, the nagging weight somehow had been lifted and it didn’t seem quite so overwhelming. His step was lighter as he moved down the hall.  A slow smirk graced his face as he thought about Rodney and Carson.  He may have come to terms somewhat with things but he’d be damned if he’d beg.  John Sheppard didn’t beg…he didn’t have to.

 

**********

 

Sheppard was on his way to the jumper bay to do a simple maintenance check when Carson caught up with him. Falling into step beside him, Carson smiled and kept pace, not saying anything.

 

John didn’t turn his head, but his eyes darted nervously towards the doctor and he felt his palms starting to sweat. “Um…you need something, Doc?”

 

“Physical. You’ve been avoiding me,” said Carson, too nonchalantly.

 

Stopping in midstride, John looked incredulous and said with annoyance, “Can you blame me? Between you and Rodney, I’m afraid to leave my room.” 

 

Carson shrugged and teased, “I could come to your room.” He probably should have felt guilty about the Colonel’s distress but since finding out that the man was interested, Carson was having a hard time feeling anything but lust for the man. It overrode most of his other thought processes.

 

Shoulders slumping, Sheppard started walking again, trying to ignore the fact that the doctor was still beside him. He made it as far as the jumper before he couldn’t take the silence anymore.  Entering the jumper, he turned on Carson, “Okay, out with it. Why are you here?”

 

“Tetchy aren’t we?” He stepped up behind the Colonel, who was now at the console fiddling with the controls. “I thought we could talk,” drawled Carson, his accent heavy and seductive. 

 

“I used to think talking was just talking.” He sneered, “Now… not so much.” His heart was already racing, and the sweat was beading on his brow in anticipation.  Carson stepped closer and John turned, catching both of them off guard.  Looking down at Carson, John tilted his head, flashing a cocky smile as he asked, “What did you want to talk about?”

 

Cheeky bastard, thought Carson swallowing hard and feeling the blood rush to his groin.  His unexpected response made him flush and he was suddenly aware that the tables were turning and he no longer had the upper hand. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen and he felt the need to flee.  John was looking him up and down, only adding to his aroused state and Carson felt his control over the situation slipping even further. About to speak, the Colonel’s eyes gleamed with mischief and a hand slid to caress Carson’s balls. Carson froze, remembering all too well how that had turned out last time. 

 

The fingers didn’t tighten or restrain him like the time in the infirmary, but it was enough to quell his interest and make him terrified to even flinch.

 

Sheppard sensed the sudden change and jerked his hand back. “Damn. I’m sorry, Carson. I wasn’t thinking.”

 

Pale, Carson waved him off, “It’s alright. I should probably be goin’ anyway.” Seeing the very brief flash of disappointment and hurt cross John’s face, Carson caved, “I’m the one that should be apologizing.”

 

Scrunching his face, Sheppard questioned, “Huh?”

 

Sitting down on the bench behind him, Carson sighed, “I don’t think Rodney or myself thought too far ahead, Colonel. He was upset that everyone thought you were too good for him and he wanted to prove he’s not as bad as they say he is.”  Looking up, Carson wasn’t surprised by John’s stunned expression. He smiled warmly, his eyes lighting up, “He really is a different person when it’s just him and he lets down all his defenses.”

 

John sat opposite Carson, his surprise fading to a knowing smile, “I know that. I work with him, remember.” Leaning forward onto his knees, he clasped his hands together. “Look, I really didn’t know what I was doing when they gave me that drink. Hell, until then I never even thought about you and Rodney that way. Even then I couldn’t get my head around it.”

 

“So what are you sayin’, Colonel?” Carson asked, his brogue heavier as he frowned with confusion.

 

“I really didn’t consider myself that way until the drug and now I’m pretty sure that it was something I wanted all along and just didn’t know it. Well, until you and Rodney started messing with my head.”

 

Carson rubbed his neck as he answered, “I know and I’m sorry about that. If we’d left you alone, none of this would be happening.”

 

 “No, I’m sure it would have happened eventually.  I really do like spending time with both of you. I wish I’d known you were together though.  Which is still kinda weird to me.  Why are you even doing this? If the two of you are happy, why screw it up with me?”

 

“I suppose we didn’t think involving you would screw it up as you say. You’re a very attractive man, Colonel. But you’re right. I don’t think any of us really considered down the road, if ya know what I mean.”  They sat in quiet contemplation for a few moments, before Carson dared to speak again. Standing up, he turned to leave, “I am sorry, and I hope we can straighten this out because I would hate to lose you as a friend.”

 

Sheppard looked up and smiled his trademark grin, “Nah, we’re still good. I just need some time to figure it all out.”   John was feeling terribly confused. Only recently coming to terms with the attraction thing, he wanted to feel more, but he wasn’t sure how to approach it. That and he would sooner or later have to address the whole military aspect of it.

 

Seeing the confusion radiating from his friend, Carson stepped closer and dropped a comforting hand on John’s shoulder, “I’ll talk with Rodney, tell him to back off.”

 

“Thanks, Carson. I appreciate it.”

 

A gentle squeeze and Carson removed his hand.  “Right then, I’m sure you have work to do. I’ll expect you later for that physical,” he teased, his own warm smile back in place. 

 

Rodney came by later, standing in the hatch of the jumper, reluctant to enter.  His fingers danced nervously as he spoke, “I talked with Carson.” Pacing in tight space, Rodney sighed, “Well, this is… awkward.” 

 

John flashed a ‘ya think’ look but didn’t say anything.

 

He continued to pace, his hands fluttering as he rambled, “Anyway, I’m not totally inept as people seem to think and I obviously took offense at their comments and I took it out on you. Not fair but no one said life was fair. Deal with it. That doesn’t mean I don’t still want you and I’m pretty sure Carson feels the same. We’ll call it a draw and I won’t bother you too much and you won’t do stupid drug crazed shit. ” He took a breath and looked down almost shyly, “And I wanted to say I’m… uh…I’m…”

 

Sheppard turned in the pilot seat, questioning with a smirk, “Sorry?”

 

“Yeah that,” said Rodney, the tension leaving his body as he strode forward towards the cockpit, stopping just behind his normal seat.

 

Looking at him in both amusement and confusion, Sheppard shook his head, “You’re the only person I know that apologizes without actually apologizing.” He turned his chair more to face McKay. “And about the other. I’m still military.”

 

“So you’re gay and military, so what? It’s not like anyone cares.”

 

“Bi,’ contested Sheppard.

 

“Humph,” huffed Rodney.

 

Crossing his arms, John glared at the smug scientist. “This is new to me. You’re going to have to be patient.”

 

Rodney rolled his eyes. “Fine, I can be patient.” Sheppard snickered and McKay rocked back on his heals anxiously, asking sheepishly, “So we’re okay, right?”

 

Sheppard snorted then smiled, “Yeah, Rodney we’re okay.”

 

Clapping his hands together, Rodney brightened, “Great.”  Turning the chair next to Sheppard, Rodney sat down. “So what are you working on?”

 

Chapter Five

 

Returning from a mission, Rodney and John brought up the rear as they followed Lorne and his team to the infirmary. Major Lorne had mistakenly gotten into a tangle with the local plant life and had a reaction. He’d become increasing more irritable and was acting like a junkie in early stages of withdrawl, hence their early return and trip to the infirmary to get checked out. Rodney kept stride with Sheppard’s lazy walk as they took their time getting there.  

 

“Have I mentioned how hot the thigh strap thing is?” mentioned Rodney as they walked.

 

“Would you stop?” John said as he unconsciously dropped his hand to his thigh. Rodney hadn’t really backed down from his mission to turn Sheppard around, but at least it wasn’t such a concentrated effort.

 

Rodney shot back, “What, you don’t think it’s hot?”

 

John sighed, “I didn’t say that.” 

 

“Carson is hot in one too.” Rodney smiled and added, “Although he doesn’t wear one often enough to suit me.”

 

“Carson could be hot reading the phonebook, he doesn’t need a thigh strap,” John laughed.

 

Hands waving, Rodney retorted, “He has an unfair advantage with the accent.  By the way, Carson wanted to know if you wanted to join us tonight?” John stumbled and Rodney rolled his eyes, exasperated, “For dinner you moron.”

 

“Christ Rodney, you gotta stop jumping around in the conversation. I have a hard enough time following you on a good day. And I could have sworn you said you could have patience.”

 

“I lost patience a week ago,” huffed McKay

 

John frowned. “It’s only been a week.”

 

“If you have a point, you should just say so,” Rodney rolled his hand in emphasis, “…again the patience thing.”

 

John flashed him a why-do-I-even-bother look. “Can we just get to the infirmary without all the innuendos?”

 

Rodney said matter of factly, “Probably not. I like to think I’m wearing you down.”

 

“Wearing on me is more like it,” muttered John, playfully nudging McKay with his shoulder.  “How does Carson put up with you?”

 

“I’m good in bed,” shrugged Rodney, knowing it was more than that but it was fun to get a rise out of Sheppard.

 

“Thanks for the visual, Rodney. Now I have to explain to your boyfriend why I’m hard,” John sneered.

 

“I’m sure if you ask he’d help you out.”

 

Stopping, John gave him a lop-sided smile, “You know what, I need to go drop off my gear. Why don’t you go on without me?” He turned and walked the other way, calling over his shoulder, “Say hi for me.”

 

“Coward,” sneered Rodney.  Heading towards the infirmary he smiled, not in the least bit scared of Carson. At least not this time, he wasn’t hurt.

 

Entering the infirmary, he found an empty bed to wait. Removing his vest, he was in the process of unstrapping his holster when a commotion on the other side of the infirmary caught his attention.  Major Lorne was arguing rather loudly with Beckett, and Carson was trying in vain to keep him in bed.  Rushing over, Rodney got to the bed just as Lorne backhanded Carson, sending him sprawling. 

 

Intent on helping his lover, Rodney ignored Lorne, letting Ronon and the others restrain him.  Carson lay on the floor unmoving, his cheek bleeding from the Major’s blow.  Rodney’s heart sped up as he reached for him, cradling his head in his lap as he shouted above the noise, “Carson needs help here.”

 

Every thing went downhill from there and the next thing he heard was the sound of gunfire, followed by the explosion of pain in his arm. Without thought he dove forward, covering Carson with his body as chaos erupted around him, people moaning and screaming as the gunshots continued. It stopped as suddenly as it started, shouting and scuffling ensued but he ignored it, watching with morbid fascination at the spreading bloodstain on his shirt sleeve.

 

Suddenly he was dragged to his feet and a strong arm wrapped around his throat.  He struggled briefly until the chokehold he was in threatened to cut off all his air and he stilled.  It was then that he looked around the infirmary and realized he wasn’t the only one injured.  Two nurses, a doctor and one of Lorne’s teammates were on the floor, bleeding from their own gunshot wounds.

 

Panicking, he grabbed for the arm choking him and tried to remove it only to feel the brush of cold metal press against his temple. “Stop or I’ll have to shoot you,” ground Lorne, his voice too enthusiastic to suit Rodney.

 

Dropping his hand, Rodney tried to swallow the bile that threatened, asking frantically in a choked voice, “Why are you doing this?”  His arm throbbed and he could feel blood trickling down his forearm as his eyes drifted to the stunned faces around him, everyone cowering behind beds and chairs as Lorne waved his gun wildly, his hold on McKay unwavering.

 

“I need to go back. I have to have more of the plant or I’ll die,” hissed Lorne, his hold tightening.  Rodney twisted in Lorne’s grasp, red-faced and desperate for air when just as suddenly the arm around his throat loosened and fresh air rushed into his lungs in a great gasp. Closing his eyes, Rodney took in several breaths before opening them again.  Ronon was standing across from them his sidearm raised, glaring evilly at the Major Lorne. “Let him go.”

 

The metal at his temple pushed forcibly and Rodney winced in pain. Ronon lowered his weapon.  Lorne’s voice was loud and angry in Rodney’s ear, “Drop it.” The Major spun them both, the gun pressing harder.  “All of you, drop your weapons.”

 

Tilting his head away from the pain, Rodney closed his eyes at the dizziness that assaulted him.  Lorne continued to spin them both, first one direction then the other, covering all fronts in a drug-induced paranoia. When the room stopped spinning, Rodney slowly opened his eyes to see Colonel Sheppard standing in the doorway, his eyes dark and cold as he stared at Lorne. In a voice that Rodney only heard when Sheppard had blocked out all emotion and took on his hardened military persona, he stared at Lorne, “Stand down, Major.”

 

Lorne actually laughed, sending a chill up Rodney’s spine. Rodney begged timidly, “Please Major, just let me go.”

 

His air was gone again and Lorne was hissing in his ear, “Fuck you, McKay. I want you to shut up. Somebody should have shot your miserable ass a long time ago and spared us all your whining.”

 

Self preservation forced him to claw at the arm cutting off his air, but Rodney shut up, his legs buckling as his lungs screamed for oxygen. The darkness encroached only to stop as the arm loosened again.  His head lolled as he filled his lungs.  He was drifting now, the pain and blood loss taking away some of the earlier terror. Now he just let himself be dragged around at Lorne’s mercy. He occasionally lifted his eyes and each time he saw Sheppard, his eyes were imploring Rodney to stay with him. 

 

Sheppard moved closer, his hands up, unthreatening. “Come on Lorne, let him go. We’ll help you. Holding McKay is only making things worse.”   The Colonel kept talking, anything to distract Lorne from Rodney, who was sagging noticeably, blood dripping off his fingers onto the floor, leaving a trail.  Carson was crouched next to the nearest bed, his eyes glued to the two men, fear reflecting in his eyes.  Not for himself but for his lover.  He watched John step closer and Lorne leveled the gun on him and Carson’s heart skipped a beat, fearful he would shoot the Colonel too. 

 

Focusing attention on himself rather than John, Carson pleaded with Lorne, “Listen son, I need to help these people. You don’t want any one dying do you?”

 

That seemed to have some affect as Lorne looked around, realizing for the first time that there were injured people cowering against the walls or behind beds. He relented, “Okay, you can help.” He pointed his gun at him, “Only you though.”

 

Carson nodded and scrambled to the closest victim, one of his nurses.  A quick check revealed only a flesh wound and he grabbed a bandage, instructing the soldier holding her to keep pressure on it.  He moved around the room, working quickly but efficiently, his eyes darting to Rodney between each patient. None of the injuries were life-threatening and his mind raced, trying desperately to come up with a way to end this siege.

 

Major Lorne was obviously suffering from some sort of paranoia brought on by the plants he’d gotten into, but he showed no signs of letting go of Rodney.  Glancing at the Colonel from behind Lorne’s back, Carson turned his head, drawing attention to dispensary door at his back. If he could get in and out unnoticed, he might be able to get close enough to Lorne on the pretext of taking care of Rodney.

 

With a barely discernible nod, Sheppard moved closer to Lorne and stepped to the right, drawing the major with him and away from Carson. He kept talking and moving making sure Lorne’s back was to Carson as he snuck into the dispensary. “You know this won’t look good on your record, Lorne. You gotta let McKay go. I know he’s a pain in the ass but we kinda got used to him.” 

 

Rodney opened his eyes, glaring at Sheppard, but softened his expression when he saw the pain in John’s eyes, knowing it was for him. He bit off any response he was going to make, his eyes closing wearily.  Sheppard kept moving closer, only stopping when Lorne pushed the gun to Rodney’s head.  Frustrated and tired, McKay snapped and tried to reach for the gun at his head, “Stop poking me with the goddamn gun!”

 

John watched in horror as Lorne swept Rodney’s feet out from under him, and had him flat on the floor, his hand holding the scientist’s throat in a death grip.  Rodney was dazed, but he flopped weakly as he fought for air.  John immediately tried to rush in, but Lorne brought his gun up, point blank range at the Colonel’s chest.  He stopped in his tracks, only to have Teyla and Ronon bump into him from behind.  All three had reacted to Lorne’s sudden move, hoping to overpower him. 

 

Rodney lay on the floor, his good hand scrabbling at Lorne’s trying desperately to pull it away from his throat as his eyes bulged and his lips began to turn blue. John screamed, “You’re killing him! Damn it, Lorne, let him go. He’s not hurting you.”

 

Coming out of the dispensary, syringe in hand, Carson snuck closer. Worried for Rodney, whose movements were turning sluggish, Carson made his move.  One more step and he plunged the syringe into Lorne’s neck reaching over his back and grabbing the wrist that held the gun.  It was the opening Sheppard and the other’s needed and they rushed the Major, tackling him away from McKay.

 

Carson dropped beside Rodney who was lying very still. “Rodney. Oh god, Rodney don’t you give up now.”

 

Checking for a pulse and finding one, Carson held his breath…waiting. His heart raced and his hands shook until finally Rodney stirred and gasped sharply, sucking air into his oxygen deprived lungs.  Frantic for air, Rodney’s chest heaved as he reached for his battered throat.  Rolling to his side, he coughed between breaths.

 

“Try to take deep breaths, luv. Come on that’s it.”  He rubbed Rodney’s back while he snapped at his staff to get to work. “Someone grab me something to stop this bleeding.”  He glanced at Lorne, who was now pinned to the floor by several marines, “And get that man in restraints.” Carson’s face was red with anger and fear and he took several of his own deep breaths to calm his nerves.  A warm hand rested on his back and soft voice made him turn.  Sheppard staring at him intently, nothing but concern in his eyes. “You okay, Doc?”

 

Carson nodded reassuringly and offered a small smile, wincing when it pulled at the cut on his cheek. “Aye, I’ll be fine. We need to get him onto a bed. Help me, would you?”

 

John nodded and Carson noted his hands were shaking too as they helped Rodney onto the closest bed. “You okay, Rodney,” asked John, his voice quiet with worry.

 

“Hurts,” croaked Rodney, his throat sore from the abuse.

 

Carson was cutting off the sleeve to Rodney’s shirt to get to the damaged arm, sighing with relief to find the bullet had gone in and out.  The bleeding had almost stopped so he applied a bandage. “Colonel, can you hold this until I can set up an IV. I want to irrigate that but I don’t want to do it without giving him something first.”

 

John shifted around the bed and wrapped a firm hand around Rodney’s forearm, holding the bandage firmly in place.  His free hand slowly eased to Rodney’s, entangling his fingers, letting him grip tightly against the pain.  Carson smiled affectionately and nodded at John. He spoke to them both, his own hand covering theirs, “You’ll be fine, Rodney. I just need to clean that out and I want to get you something for your throat so it doesn’t swell up on us.”

 

Rodney nodded tiredly and rasped, “Thanks.”

 

“Don’t try to talk now. I’ll get you something to drink in a moment. I’m sorry but I need to check on everyone.”

 

Reaching out, Rodney stopped him, staring at Carson’s face. “You’re hurt.”

 

Lightly touching his bruised cheek, Carson replied with a warm smile, “I’m fine. It’s worse than it looks, I’m sure.”

 

John spoke up, “Go ahead, Doc. I’ll stay with him.”

 

“I’ll be right back.”  He left, looking back occasionally as he attended to his other duties.

 

Sheppard sat on the edge of the bed, uncaring what anyone thought. He watched Carson work, glad to see someone stop him long enough to take care of his face. This was as close as he ever wanted to come to losing his friends and it brought a lot of things into perspective. He glanced down at McKay and teased, “So, I leave you alone for a minute and you get into trouble.”

 

Rodney lifted one eye open, “Barrel of laughs for me.”

 

“Yeah, I can see that.” His voice wavered slightly, “Don’t do it again, okay?”

 

Beginning to drift, Rodney sighed groggily, “’kay.” 

 

Chapter Six

 

Rodney wasn’t released until the next day, Carson hovering the whole time despite his own injuries. The doctor’s face sported a nasty bruise along the left side in addition to the cut Lorne had given him and his eye was swelled shut.  He looked much worse for wear than Rodney did, who only had a wrapped forearm and a set of bruises around his neck.

 

John had popped into the infirmary a couple of times to check on them, but otherwise left them alone, not wanting to intrude on their time.  Seeing both Rodney and Carson go down in the infirmary had twisted John’s gut in a way he hadn’t thought possible.  It was the longest fifteen minutes of his life and he couldn’t stop reliving it in his mind, even now, two days later. 

 

Sitting on his bed, sweating and shaking, he shivered as his nightmare hung onto the last threads of his consciousness. Without thought, he got up and slipped on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt leaving his room with only one thing in mind. He had to know they were okay, had to see for himself that the images that clung tenaciously in his head weren’t real.  

 

Slipping into Rodney’s room without notice, he stood in the dark with only the light of the computer screen to illuminate the two figures in the bed.  So Carson was here as well and they both seemed to be sleeping soundly.  He could slip out unnoticed, assured they were okay now. Instead he found himself stepping closer, almost unwillingly. 

 

“John?”

 

He jumped, startled by Carson’s soft inquiry then blushed at having been caught. He whispered, “Go back to sleep. I didn’t mean to wake you.”  He reached out to stop Carson from moving but it was too late.

 

Sitting up, Carson nudged Rodney, “Wake up, luv.”

 

Rodney jerked awake, eyes darting around the dimly lit room.  Seeing John standing at the edge of the bed, he tilted his head and asked curiously, “What’s wrong?”

 

Edging back to the door, John explained sheepishly, “Nothing. I didn’t mean to wake you. Both of you, go back to sleep.”

 

Pulling his knees up, Rodney rubbed the back of his neck and then his face, and sighed tiredly, “Hmmm, too late.” He waved him closer, with a roll of his hand. “Might as well sit down. You look like shit.”

 

“Rodney’s right. Why don’t you tell us what’s wrong?” said Carson, his voice concerned. 

 

John remained standing, “I just had a dream is all. I had to make sure you were okay.” He started to turn, intent on leaving with some of his dignity intact, “I’ll just go.”

 

Before he could make the door, two sets of hands were on him, holding him in place. Carson’s arm draped around his back as he asked softly, “Do you want to stay?”

 

Rodney stood in front of him, his eyes begging the same question.  John found himself staring and turned away only to see Carson staring at him with the same intensity. His hand came up of its own volition, tracing the bruise on the doctor’s face with the lightest of touches.  Carson closed his eyes, leaning into the touch and John suppressed the shutter that threatened.  Rodney’s hands rested on John’s hips, unmoving, waiting for an answer, letting John make the connection with Carson.  He watched as John’s eyes took in the damage to Carson’s face and the tinge of sadness and anger pass over his features.

 

He knew how he felt about John, they’d work together for too long not to make that subtle and sometimes invisible connection, but irregardless it was still there and only recently had Sheppard come to admit that it was there.  Not in words so much as his actions and Rodney had known, despite his teasing that it was only a matter of time. With Carson it wasn’t so obvious and although Rodney knew how Carson felt about the Colonel, he wasn’t so sure how John felt about the doctor.  Rodney wanted both of them, but his loyalties were split. He loved Carson too much to consider a relationship that included John if the two men couldn’t find a common ground.

 

A slow nod from John and Rodney’s anxiety eased away.  Carson slipped silently behind John, his arms snaking around the Colonel’s waist as he leaned in and nuzzled under his ear.  Stepping closer, Rodney pressed himself against John, his hands drifting upward as he leaned forward and kissed Carson, drawing his attention away for a brief second.  Their eyes met, a silent flash of consent passing between them before they returned their attention to John.

 

As Carson nibbled his neck, John leaned his head back, resting it on the doctor’s shoulder and exposing his throat to Rodney who was tracing his collarbone through the threadbare material of his shirt.  Rodney’s hand’s stilled and he asked huskily, his voice low, “Are you sure?”

 

“Yes,” moaned John. Carson hands were roaming his chest, brushing his nipples with each pass.  As close as he was, John could feel the hardness of Carson’s arousal pressed into his ass and his mind was rapidly shutting down to all but wonderful sensations coursing through him. This was what he needed…what he wanted. Had wanted for a very long time, but had been held in check all his life by subconscious barriers he only recently discovered.  Suddenly it all seemed right as everything clicked into place and he gave himself over to Rodney and Carson.

 

Rodney’s hands slipped to the hem of his shirt and lifted it, his mouth following in its wake.  Before it cleared his chest, Carson took over and deftly removed it, barely breaking contact as his mouth continued to trace a path down John’s spine, eliciting a series of shivers and a moan of approval. 

 

While Carson licked and sucked his way up and down his back, Rodney was doing evil things with his tongue, showing John that he did in fact have very sensitive nipples and if someone didn’t touch his cock real soon he was going to have to beg.  Which at the moment was out of the question since all he could manage were grunts, moans and the occasional whimper.

 

Carson’s hands slipped to John’s hips and moved them both forward until Rodney’s back was to the wall.  Feeling Rodney’s hardness press into his own, John jerked back only to feel Carson’s pressing into him from behind. There was a moment of blind panic, until Rodney slipped his hands in John’s, entangling their fingers, grounding him.   He stared into Rodney’s lust filled eyes, startled by the intensity and depth of emotion he found there, knowing it mirrored his own.  Breathing harshly, John leaned his head forward, resting it in the crook of Rodney’s neck.  The skin there was too tempting and he had to kiss it, taste the scent that was pure Rodney. 

 

His and Rodney’s hands slid slowly up the wall until they were above their heads, clenching and unclenching as Carson’s hands slid into his sweats, teasing the flesh just under the waistband.  John squirmed at the contact, bringing a moan from both doctor and scientist and he couldn’t resist doing it again, loving the sound they made.  He kept kissing until he reached Rodney’s mouth and willingly it opened to his tongue, letting him discover and taste at his leisure.  So caught up in the kissing, he gasped and bucked forward when a cool, slick finger slipped into the crease of his ass and brushed his opening. John had been blissfully unaware that Carson had slipped his sweats off. Now all three of them were naked and he could have cared less how he got that way. 

 

Rodney smiled reassuringly, still holding his hands in place against the wall. Carson was pressed tightly to John’s back and was now breathing heavily into his ear, “I want you.”

 

John twisted his head enough to kiss Carson and was soon breathless as they battled lips, teeth and tongue for dominance, all the while the doctor’s fingers teased his entrance.  When a finger finally breached his opening, John stilled, his hands gripping Rodney’s tightly. Panting for air, he threw his head back onto Carson’s shoulder and tried not to fight the intrusion.  It didn’t really hurt, but it was uncomfortable enough that he wasn’t sure if he wanted any more.  

 

“Relax, don’t fight it. He won’t hurt you,” whispered Rodney, dropping featherlight kisses on his face. 

 

An innate trust had John nodding and Carson slipped in further. Easing out slowly, allowing him time to adjust, then slipping in a bit more.  About to insist Carson stop, John’s insides quivered with pleasure. He moaned out loud and gasped between breaths, “Oh god! Do that again.”

 

Rodney eased his fingers from John’s grasp and said hoarsely, “Keep them there.”

 

John kept his hands on the wall as Rodney fingers traced an imaginary line from his wrist to his shoulder, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Rodney trailed fingers down his sides and when he could go no lower, he dropped to his knees and moved his hands down John’s thighs, increasing the pressure of his touch until he got to his ankles.  From there Rodney roamed back up the inside of John’s legs, nudging them open as he climbed higher.

 

Another of Carson’s finger slipped into him and John’s knees threatened to buckle at the fullness he felt and the power of the sensations he’d never experienced before.  Every inch of his body felt alive as Carson stroked him inside and Rodney licked and kissed him as if it were his favorite food group. It was quickly becoming too much and he closed his eyes letting his forehead rest against the cool wall as he struggled for control. Just as suddenly Rodney stopped and then Carson, both of them motionless as he fought to catch his breath.

 

It took several seconds before he could open his eyes. Looking down, John watched as Rodney reached between his legs to fondle Carson’s balls that were pressed to his thigh. Rodney grinned sheepishly, “Carson has very nice balls.”  His eyes grew dark and serious as he stared into John’s, and he when he spoke his voice was husky with desire, “He wants to fuck you.”

 

Carson rubbed against John’s ass and resumed his slow finger fucking, whispering in a half strangled gasp against John’s neck, “Let me inside you.”

 

Sweaty and desperate, John was half out of his mind with need and couldn’t have said no, even if real words were a possibility.  As it was, his only response was to push back on the fingers, deepening their penetration.  And then they were gone, He was totally unprepared for the sudden loss and actually heard himself whimper.

 

Rodney and Carson both stifled a chuckle and he gave them his best glare. At least until he felt the blunt head of Carson’s cock pressing against his opening.  He wanted this, wanted to feel Carson inside him, but he tensed nonetheless, unsure what to expect.  One of Carson’s hands rested on his hip, a solid warmth of comfort as he felt the hardness ease into the tightness of ass.  It was so much more than a couple fingers and yet he welcomed the stretching, the feeling of fullness again.    Any pain was washed away when Rodney’s lips enclosed around his softening cock and began sucking it to hardness. 

 

The harder he got the more Rodney took in, until he was pushing the back of his throat. John tried to pull away, fearful of hurting him after his near strangulation by Lorne but Carson was pushing into him, forcing him further into Rodney’s mouth. John looked down and started to protest when he realized that Rodney’s hands were on Carson’s thighs guiding his motions.  Bracing himself against the wall, he let them take over, gasping with each stroke of Carson’s cock against his prostate and the feel of Rodney swallowing as he buried himself deep in his throat.

 

There was nothing to compare to this. Nothing in Rodney or Carson’s teasing comments had prepared him for the overpowering sensations that coursed through his veins, threatening to explode.  He was so close, and yet he willed himself to hang on. Hang on for one more minute so this wouldn’t have end. So he wouldn’t have to give up the incredible fullness in his ass or the delightful warmth surrounding his cock.  He wondered briefly why he’d held out so long, thinking he couldn’t do this. How stupid was that!

 

Things seemed to speed up and slow down all in a heartbeat as the tightness of Rodney’s throat did him in and the tingle began at the base of his spine. His balls tightened as the ecstasy built to impossible levels.  His muscles spasmed around the cock in his ass, intensifying the sensations as his body had something to grip onto.  He convulsed under the onslaught of pleasure, willing it to stop and wanting it to go on forever. 

 

He felt Carson slam into him and Rodney suck him harder dragging his orgasm to unimaginable heights until everything culminated in a white hot eruption that pulled his balls up tight and forced his hips into an erratic pattern of thrust and release. It seemed to go on and on, until he realized he was on the floor, impaled on Carson’s rock hard length and Rodney now standing beside them, jerking himself to completion.  John moaned and shuddered through the aftermath, the added sensation of Carson bucking up into him almost too much for his oversensitive nerves. 

 

Carson suddenly wrapped a thick arm around his waist and held on, forcing him down onto his cock as he arched upward, faster and harder until he cried out in a string of Gaelic curses.  He felt it then, the heated splatter on his neck and face as he turned towards Rodney.  Carson felt it too and moaned loudly, thrusting sharply a few more times.  John hung limply in his arms, savoring the warmth that filled him with Carson’s release.  It wasn’t long before they all lay in a tangle of limbs, sweat and stickiness, soft moans of satisfaction the only sounds being made. 

 

Rodney was the first to stir and he lifted up, leaning over John and kissing him soundly. He smiled smugly, “Bed.”

 

Shaking his head, John sighed from where he lay in a heap on the floor, “I can’t. I think you broke me.”

 

Carson chuckled, “You obviously don’t know Rodney. The man is insatiable and does not take no for an answer.”  Oddly, Carson didn’t act too put out by that. Any further comment was cut off when Rodney shifted and began kissing his lover. John watched, surprised when he felt a reaction in his groin. Not much, but the interest was definitely there and watching Rodney and Carson kiss was pretty damn hot.

 

Lifting up, John crawled to the bed and flopped down, his knees still on the floor. Before he could move the rest of the way, Rodney was behind in, straddling one leg. Leaning over his back, Rodney held him in place with a breathless sigh, “Stay.”  Turning to Carson, who was stumbling towards the bed, he patted the space next to John. “Lay here, on you back.”

 

Carson moved onto the bed per Rodney’s instructions.  John looked liked a boneless cat next to him. Rodney however seemed raring to go and they let him, content to just lay there for the moment.  Nudging Carson, Rodney had him bend his knees, his feet on the very edge of the bed.  His hand drifted to the inside of Carson’s thigh opening him wider as he pushed his knees onto the bed.  Lifting up to give him room, John settled his head on Carson’s calf rather than make the effort to move and lazily traced patterns in the hair there.

 

Rodney wasn’t the least bit fazed by them and reaching for the lube Carson dropped earlier, proceeded to squirt a puddle onto his lover’s stomach.  Carson snapped his head up and glared at him, squeaking at the coldness, “Ach, man, are you crazy?”

 

“Well it was that or use it cold, take your pick,” commented Rodney, his finger playfully twirling the gel making Carson moan despite his protests. “That’s what I thought.” Rodney smirked when Carson’s eyes went a little darker and he dropped his head back on the bed. John chuckled, his eyes still closed and completely relaxed. 

 

The amusement died away when Rodney leaned over John’s back, whispering in his ear loud enough for Carson to hear, “You want to finger fuck, Carson, then bury yourself deep in his ass?”

 

Carson moaned and John’s eyes popped open, his breathing noticeably louder. Rodney, still kneeling behind and to the side of John, said huskily, “Watch.”

 

John lifted up on his elbows and watched as Rodney coated his fingers, taking his time trailing them over Carson’s softened flesh, further and further back until the gasp from the doctor indicated he’d found what he was looking for. Rodney continued his actions, keeping a running commentary for John as he worked Carson. His voice was low and sensual, and unlike anything John would have expected from the hyper scientist.  “You want your fingers slick. Makes it easier. Work your way around the entrance, circling the soft skin, slowly teasing your way in.”  

 

The deep groan from Carson left no doubt that Rodney was doing exactly as he described. His hips arched off the bed as Rodney continued. John swallowed hard, his eyes torn between watching Rodney and watching Carson.  As usual, Rodney’s concentration was totally focused on what he was doing. The intensity in his eyes and movements sent blood to John’s groin and despite his earlier conviction that he was done in, his cock was having second thoughts.

 

Tearing his eyes away from Rodney’s finger as he pushed in and out of Carson, John lifted his eyes to look at Carson.  A faint sheen of perspiration dotted his flushed skin, making John want to run his tongue up his stomach to the broad chest that rose and fell with increasing need.  It surprised him to realize that this was the first time he’d ever seen Carson without a shirt and wondered why the man kept himself hidden or his arms for that matter.  John knew the doctor was stout but seeing his biceps, taut from clenching the sheets, his eyes widened. The muscles of Carson’s upper arms were clearly defined, straining the skin covering them. 

 

Unable to resist, John’s hand drifted closer, his fingers caressing and finally gripping it, feeling the solid muscle beneath his touch. From there it was easy to let his hand explore Carson’s chest, letting his fingers play across the bare chest, marveling at its smoothness and subtle strength. Rodney’s voice interrupted his roaming, “Give me your hand.”

 

John shifted enough to stabilize his balance and offered his hand to Rodney without hesitation. Not sure what to expect, he watched in awe as Rodney removed his finger from Carson and coated John’s with lube as he had his own then stuck out his index finger and said quietly, “Like this.”

 

Imitating it with his own hand, John’s breath hitched when Rodney wrapped his hand in the identical gesture and moved both their fingers to Carson’s opening.  Carson lifted up on his elbows, his eyes wild as he tried to see as they entered his body together, fingers side by side and stretching him.  “Oh dear, God.” His hips arched involuntarily, pressing their fingers deeper.

 

Rodney’s voice was seductive, “Feel the tightness…the heat…the way it wraps around you…drawing you in.”  John shivered, Carson moaned and Rodney smiled, “Curl your finger and feel.”  He pulled their fingers out very slowly, dragging it over the small bump and John almost jerked away when Carson cried out. 

 

“Prostate,” Rodney said by way of explanation, his hand still holding John’s as they moved in and out of Carson.  

 

Carson was sweating heavier now, gathering on his chest and face as he begged, “Please, Rodney. More.”

 

Pulling out of Carson, John looked up at Rodney and getting a nod, he added a second finger along side his and Rodney’s and held his breath as he slowly eased their three fingers back into the tightness.  He shuddered as Carson’s muscles gripped him, resisting briefly before allowing him to slide back into the warmness.  John’s hips pushed into the edge of the bed in time to his thrusting fingers and Rodney’s slow pace.  After several more thrusts, Rodney removed their fingers and wrapped his hand around John’s showing him how to curl his hand, making it smaller. Without releasing his hold, he eased John’s four fingers into Carson and both men moaned at the added pressure. 

 

John was mesmerized as Rodney guided him, easing his fingers in and out of Carson in a slow and agonizing motion.  Carson was pressing down with each inward press, deepening penetration with each thrust.  Rodney muttered softly, “Think about that around your cock… squeezing…gripping it.” 

 

His chest heaving and hands fisting the sheets, Carson groaned, “Please, Rodney. I want him in me.”

 

Carson begging had to be the hottest thing John had ever heard. Ignoring Rodney’s guidance, John started thrusting his fingers harder into Carson, licking his lips in anticipation as the doctor moaned and jerked each time John’s fingers stroked his prostate.   Rodney slipped from behind John and eased onto the bed beside Carson, leaning over him enough to kiss and fondle his nipples as John continued to finger fuck him.

 

Carson was close…too close and only Rodney’s tight grip around the base of his shaft kept him from coming when his teeth latched onto a nipple.  He squirmed, “Oh dear god…need…need…oh god…Rodney…let me…come.”

 

Burying his head in Carson’s neck, Rodney nuzzled his way to his ear. “Not yet. Scoot back, all the way. I want to be able to fuck John while he’s fucking you.”  Carson jerked in Rodney’s hand and threw his head back as he arched upward, desperate for more contact.  He scooted, making John lose his hold and he slumped on the bed almost crying at the sudden loss. 

 

John felt the same and scrambled after him, settling on his knees between Carson’s outstretched legs. Rodney moved behind John, his hands running up and down his chest and stomach as he licked and sucked at his neck. “Wrap your arms under his knees.”

 

Doing as he was told, John lifted Carson’s legs and let them rest against his chest. As his erection brushed against Carson’s, John’s hips shot forward, wanting and needing more. Rodney stilled him, wrapping a hand around his throbbing cock. Guiding him forward, Rodney half groaned, “Slowly. You don’t want to hurt him.”   John nodded frantically, gasping when he tried to push into Carson. Even with the preparation there was a slight resistance as the ring of muscle gripped the crown of his cock. 

 

Rodney held his hips firmly, not allowing him to push. “Give him a minute. You’ll feel it.” And he did. The resistance was suddenly gone and he slipped in, burying himself deep in Carson’s ass.  It was totally unexpected, the ease with which Carson took him and the doctor was wide-eyed and panting.

 

Reaching around John, Rodney rubbed Carson’s stomach. “You okay?”

 

John was gasping for air, his eyes clenched tight as he fought for some control. “Sorry, sorry, sorry.”

 

Any concern was negated when Carson reached for his cock and hissed, “Move!”

 

Still breathless, his arms shaking as he gripped Carson’s legs tighter, John gritted his teeth, “Need a minute, here.” 

 

He’d thought that being in a man wouldn’t be much different than a woman, but he couldn’t have been more wrong.  The tightness was almost painful in its intensity but it was localized around Carson’s entrance, not like a woman where it gripped his cock all over and still not as tightly as this.  And the heat. A woman was wet and warm, but this was so much warmer, softer even, making him want to bury himself as deep as possible. He wanted to stay were he was, unmoving, because it was safer this way. Safer than moving and risking it being over before he had a chance to really enjoy it.

 

Rodney backed off, instead focusing his attention on Carson, whose head was thrown back, a blissful look on his face as he stroked himself. “God that is so hot, Carson.”

 

John’s breath hitched, “Not helping, Rodney.”

 

Leaning into John, Rodney slid his slippery cock in the crease of his ass, “Stop with the control thing and fuck him.”  Rodney nudged John’s opening and slipped in easily, his own breath catching at the tightness and warmth that engulfed his hard length.

 

Arms straining to hold himself and Rodney up, John sunk deeper into Carson, eliciting a deep groan from the doctor, “I’m goin’ to come whether one of you does something or not, so stop dawdling.”

 

Rodney thrust into John, driving him deeper into Carson, who grunted his approval then set up a pounding that was a sharp contrast to his earlier slow seduction.  Trapped between Carson and Rodney, John was slammed forward, pulled back and slammed forward, over and over.  It was too much and not enough and John could hear someone begging for more over the rush of blood coursing through his brain.  He thought maybe it might be him, but he would never beg so it couldn’t be him. 

 

All thought processes shut down as Carson screamed his name. John felt the vice like grip quiver and spasm around his cock as Carson jerked and convulsed, showering the space between them with a milky stickiness.  The sight, sound and sensations of Carson coming sent John over the edge into before unreached heights of pleasure, culminating in a mind-shattering, gut-wrenching, hardest and best orgasm of his life. 

 

He was pretty sure he whimpered as Rodney drove into his prostate a final time, burying himself impossibly deep in John’s ass as he screamed his release. The added sensation proved too much and John passed out.

 

Chapter Seven

 

Waking up later, it was dark and John was smothered in a tangle of arms and legs. Oddly, it was kind of nice and he relaxed into the warmth. Carson was burrowed in his chest, his arm thrown haphazardly over his back and a leg tucked between his two. Rodney was spooned behind Carson’s his arms and legs wrapped possessively around the doctor, with one hand presently resting on John’s head, his fingers entangling his hair.

 

One of his own arms was resting on Rodney’s hip and the other was trapped under Carson somewhere. He snuggled closer, closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep. The next time he woke fingers were softly carding through his hair. Opening his eyes, Rodney was staring at him intently with Carson sound asleep between them.

 

Rodney’s hand stilled and said rather surprised, “You stayed.”

 

“Why wouldn’t I?” questioned Sheppard quietly, a slow smile gracing his face.

 

Shrugging, Rodney’s hand resumed its light stroking of John’s hair. “I thought…well…we ambushed you. I thought you’d take off.”

 

John raised an eyebrow. “You made me beg you bastard. How could I leave after that?”

 

Rodney said smugly, “I did, didn’t I.”  His voice lowered, “Pretty hot too. Wanna go for two outta three…or three outta three?”

 

A sleepy voice interrupted him, “Shut up, Rodney. You begged too.”

 

Frowning, Rodney buried his face in Carson’s shoulder, “Did I? All I heard were the two of you.”

 

“Didja now?” Carson smiled evilly and nudging John they both pounced on the scientist, kissing and groping until he was the one begging.  A very long shower later, they all dressed and left for their respective jobs.

 

Epilogue

 

Sheppard was noticeably missing from Rodney’s lab until late in the afternoon. When he finally sauntered in… and yes the cocky bastard actually sauntered, only Radek, Kavanaugh and McKay remained.  He took up residence on the edge of Rodney’s desk and picked up an Ancient device that was laying there.

 

“Put it down, Colonel. It’s not a toy,” said Rodney, without looking up.  Actually he was trying not to stare at the Colonel’s crotch that had been strategically placed in front of him. When Sheppard ignored him, Rodney reached for the device and snatched it away, “Do you mind? Some of us have work to do.”

 

Kavanaugh piped up, “You’re awfully testy, McKay. You should be nicer to the good Colonel. You got the only sex you’re ever liable to get. Too bad for you the Colonel is no longer drugged to the gills and desperate.”

 

Radek watched the exchange with amusement.  “If he was so desperate why didn’t he pick you Kavanaugh? I hear you are still virgin with ass so tight you couldn’t stick pin up it.”

 

John snickered, “Good point, Radek” He shrugged, “ But since it was my decision, I picked McKay here.” He flashed a red-faced Rodney a lustful look and grabbed him by the front of the jacket. Pulling the stunned man to his feet, he leaned in and kissed him hard, only letting go when they were both breathless.  Rodney didn’t even hesitate as he grabbed John back and turned them until he had the Colonel’s back to the wall and was kissing him soundly. 

 

Kavanaugh was making noises of disgust as he left the lab, and Radek trailed behind stopping at the door before leaving.  He said in a half strangled voice, “I…um…I need…to get something...” He stared at the two men and blushed as he added hastily, “from my room. Yes, from my room. Going now…to my room.”  

 

The were left alone and Rodney finally pulled back from the kiss and shook his head, “What happened to don’t ask don’t tell, cause I’m pretty sure you just outted us.” 

 

Sheppard shrugged sheepishly and Rodney rolled his eyes, reaching for his headset, “Carson?”

 

“Yes, Rodney,” answered Carson.

 

“I need you to come to my lab. The Colonel is acting strangely again. I think he may still be affected by the drug.”

 

“Are you sure, Rodney?”

 

“Pretty sure,” grinned McKay, his hands working their way under John’s shirt.

 

“On my way,” said Carson.

 

Suddenly Dr. Weir’s voice broke into the conversation. “Do you need assistance, Rodney?”

 

“No, I think Carson and I can handle it, Elizabeth. Carson said this might be possible. Nothing to worry about. I’ll keep you informed.”

 

“Okay. Weir out.”

 

John was frowning at him, “What was that all about?”

 

Rodney resumed his caresses and leaned in for a kiss, muttering, “Damage control. Someone has to save you from yourself.”

 

“Humph,” was all John could manage, as Rodney continued his onslaught of kisses and caresses.

 

They lost themselves for several minutes, until Carson arrived.  Stepping through the door, Carson locked it behind him and smiled broadly at the scene before him, “Did someone call for a doctor?”

 

John squeaked from where Rodney had him pinned to the wall, “Help.”

 

Carson snorted, “Ach, don’t come beggin’ to me after I told ya to leave him be. You get him going and you have to deal with the consequences.”   Easing off his jacket, Carson slipped behind Rodney, his hands reaching around to slip into the scientist’s pants. 

 

Rodney jerked forward into John’s hardness and the Colonel’s eyes widened, “This is so unfair.” He wasn’t very convincing as he thrust back into Rodney.

 

Both Carson and Rodney smiled, “You started it.” 

 

The End

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