Leaning on the rail as he watched the sun set over the waters of Atlantis, John couldn’t help thinking about the circumstances in which he now found himself. Two lovers. Two male lovers, on top of that. He snorted and thought derisively, Not something that OTS really covers in the manual.
At first glance, there was no
way they could be together, even just sexually. He and Ronon were both alpha
Of the three of them in this strange little affair, John had to admit that he was the most emotionally stunted. Not that that really surprised him.
Despite Ronon’s predilection for violence, he could be surprisingly tender and had no problems showing either John or Carson how he felt. Be it anger, fear for their safety, or delight in their bodies and presences, Ronon let them know exactly what he was thinking and feeling. In private, at least.
Scratch that, John thought. He can be a serious pain in the ass when he thinks someone else’s life depends on it. Or even their well being.
“Everything all right, Colonel?”
Canting his head back at
She returned the smile and teased lightly, “I thought you gave that up for Lent?”
“Oh right. Is it that time already?” he replied, flashing a brief grin. “Something I can do for you?”
Shaking her head,
“It is,” John agreed, leaning again.
A few moments passed in silence
Perfect. She wants to play Mother Confessor, he thought sourly. Barely restraining a sigh, John answered, “Nope. No more than usual.”
“I wish you would stop that,” she murmured, dark eyes catching his. “Self-deprecation doesn’t become anyone, John, least of all you.”
Uncomfortable, as he always was when someone defended him from himself, John shrugged and looked back at the water.
It took a few seconds for the word ‘love’ to penetrate. When it did, John frowned quizzically at her and repeated, “Love? Since when? With who? Please God, not Rodney.”
John met her gaze and knew with
absolute certainty that somehow,
“You are extremely discreet,” she assured. “Just…I know what to look for and I keep a close eye on all of my people. And I will say one more thing before I go.”
“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”
“I think you’re good for each other. I think that given the circumstances, having a support base for you that’s stronger than the usual is a good idea. I also think that there’s a set of empty quarters on my level that’s much bigger than any of your current abodes with your name on it.”
John smiled at her, saying, “You’re a good friend, Elizabeth, but I don’t think I’m ready to start playing house just yet.”
“It’s there when you want it,” she replied, brushing a kiss over his cheek.
He watched her leave, then returned to contemplating the now-dying sunset. By the
time it was gone, he’d decided that as good as it was between the three of
them, he couldn’t allow it to continue. Ronon was under his command and already
too-ready to do whatever John ordered him to do, no matter how dangerous. What
would happen if he grew even more influenced because they were sleeping
together? And it would only be a matter of time before John said or did
something to hurt
No, he thought. Better to nip it in the bud now before someone gets hurt for real.
But damn. Even after only two times together, John was going to miss being in their bed.
* * * *
Ronon shrugged and answered, “Just wondering how late you’re going to be.”
“Not too, I shouldn’t think,”
Ronon’s nose wrinkled in distaste.
“I don’t want to get to know him,” rumbled the big man.
A troubled expression crossed Ronon’s face as he admitted, “I haven’t seen him all day. We didn’t have a mission and he was gone from bed even before I woke up.”
“Ach, I’m sure it’s nothing,”
Ronon stepped closer. “Is that so?”
A slow smile lifted Ronon’s lips as he countered, “That’s not what you were saying last night.”
A wordless growl echoed softly through the air between them and Ronon told him, “I love it when you beg, in or out of bed.”
All the heat went immediately
Ronon grinned a shark’s grin. “You and Sheppard agreed. It’s not my fault the two of you are shy.”
Heaving a sigh, feeling very
“Ease off, Ronon!”
The sharp words took them both
by surprised and did actually garner the lab techs’ attention. Taking a look at
John nodded, even though something was clearly wrong. “Just wanted to let you know that I won’t be seeing either of you tonight.”
Sensing that something more
than simply needing space or having a mission was going on,
“Because this was a mistake,” John replied quietly, stepping closer. “I took advantage and I won’t be doing it again. Period.”
“If anything, I took advantage,” Ronon said, just as quiet. “I knew you wouldn’t refuse me after everything that happened on Sateda. I pressed the advantage on both of you.”
“Be that as it may,” John continued stubbornly. “It can’t happen again.”
Wanting to throw his hands up
“No we don’t. I just came down here to tell you how it was.”
And with that,
Ronon guided him wordlessly out of the infirmary before telling him, “I’ll talk to him. Make him see reason. Go to your rooms and wait for us there.”
The order was delivered in a
matter-of-fact tone, as though Ronon had no doubts about getting John there,
even if he had to carry him. Which maybe he would, although
Even though it was a short trip
from the infirmary to his quarters, by necessity in case of medical emergency
during the night,
The first time, he’d been
cornered by Ronon in an empty infirmary the very night
The second time, he’d been the
instigator. Completely unable to resist the sight of John’s bare neck just
below the hairline,
Fortunately, it hadn’t been prelude to a mission; he’d simply been looking for Rodney and thought the scientist might be harassing the Colonel about something or other. It was after that extremely memorable encounter that the ‘not out of the bedroom’ rule had been set in stone. Or so he and John had thought. Apparently Ronon was of a different mind.
Reaching his quarters,
While he mentally kept his
fingers crossed that Ronon could knock some sense into the Colonel,
* * * *
Watching Sheppard from the shadows for a few minutes, Ronon saw how disjointed the other man was. The usual grace was nowhere present and obviously, his mind was somewhere else too, or he would have noticed Ronon leaning in the dojo doorway. Sheppard went through his solo moves with a stilted, measured stride that would’ve gotten his head caved in had he actually been sparring with someone.
“What the hell are you doing?” Ronon asked casually.
Sheppard dropped his katana stick and flashed a glare his way before snapping, “I was practicing.”
Snorting scornfully, Ronon observed, “You were waving the stick in the air and hoping to hit an imaginary opponent.”
Sheppard jumped back just in time to avoid Ronon’s lunge at him. “What the fuck!? I didn’t mean it literally, Ronon!”
Ronon showed his teeth, but doubted it would be called a smile.
Swallowing audibly, Sheppard stepped back as Ronon stalked forward, holding his hands up and warning, “Now Ronon, think about this. Don’t do anything hasty here. We’re in a public place where anyone could just walk in and ack!”
Tackling Sheppard to the floor effectively stopped the aggravating words. Ronon took the opportunity to straddle the other man, pinning him to the floor with his arms above his head. Glaring down at his prisoner, Ronon told him, “You can not simply walk away from this, Sheppard. I won’t let you.”
“Oh yeah? What’re you going to do about it? You can’t force me to have a relationship with you. Either of you,” Sheppard retorted.
Ronon growled, angry that he was right and that he could turn off what they had with such ease. “So you’re just going to let your fear get the better of you. You’re going to run, like a coward.”
Sheppard hissed in anger, “I am not a coward! I have never run from anything in my life!”
“You’re running now,” Ronon snarled back. “You’re tucking your tail between your legs and heading as far away as you can! What scares you so much about this? I know you don’t think we can’t make up our own minds. And if you do, then you’re a fool as well as a coward.”
Sheppard bucked up, slamming a foot into Ronon’s spine from behind and levering the bigger man off. In a flash, the Tau’ri had Ronon on the ground, on his stomach, both arms pinned behind his back and pushed up to a painful point. Voice icy cold with fury, Sheppard ordered, “If you ever say that again, you’ll regret it.”
Ronon believed him. Gritting his teeth against the flash of pain in both shoulders, Ronon demanded, “Then what? Why are you doing this? We want you. We care for you. We want to make you happy and not so alone. What is so repulsive about that?”
Abruptly losing steam, Sheppard released him and sat off to the side.
Ronon winced and sat upright, rolling his shoulders a few times to work out the soreness. He cast a look at the other man, noting the defeated set to his shoulders and wondering what could possibly have happened to make Sheppard believe he was unworthy of such devotion and attention. And Ronon instinctively knew that was the case. He saw firsthand the self-lashing words and the way he automatically took on blame for things out of his control or not his fault. It was only one of the things that told him Sheppard was the most fragile of them all.
Sheppard stared into space for a while before finally speaking again, his voice toneless as he explained, “I’ve never really been…in a relationship. One-night stands are pretty much all I can manage. All my life, that’s all anyone’s ever wanted. So I guess I figured that’s all this was. I don’t…”
Ronon put a finger to the other man’s lips, stopping the pained explanation. Just as Sheppard was the first to offer deserved praise, he was the last to speak of how he felt. Keeping his finger in place, Ronon told him seriously, “This is not anything you’ve had before in your life. Beckett and I aren’t those people who said you weren’t worth the effort. We want you and we want to make you happy. You have my fealty, Sheppard. I will never leave you as long as there is life in my body, no matter how many others you seek to forget yourself with. Even if you never come to my bed again, I will honor our time together and my blankets will forever be open to you. I know Beckett feels the same.”
The haunted look in Sheppard’s normally confident and brash eyes sent a painful jab through Ronon. If he ever met the person who put that shame there, he would kill them. Slowly. Then he would find one of those Sarcophagus things he’d heard of to revive them, and do it again.
Leaning forward, Ronon replaced fingers with lips and kissed the other man, lingering even though he didn’t deepen it. Pulling back, he said softly, “We’ll be waiting whenever you’re ready Sheppard. The next move’s yours.”
Ronon stood easily and left the other man where he was, even though it was one of the more difficult things he’d ever had to do. Striding through Atlantis to the doctor’s quarters, Ronon tried not to think of what would happen if Sheppard didn’t show up. It would drive a knife into his own gut, but he was sure the blow would be all the more devastating for Beckett. The other man didn’t give his heart casually, nor even his body, and having bared himself to Sheppard only to be rejected couldn’t bode well.
Not sure what he would find,
Ronon entered the doctor’s rooms cautiously. He glanced around and didn’t
immediately find the other man. Stepping forward, he saw a lump under the
covers on the bed and a reluctant smile drew up. It wasn’t a surprise Beckett
was out cold, given the lack of sleep and odd hours he’d been forced to keep,
thanks to McKay’s latest experiment. Ronon still hadn’t been able to get the
scientist alone long enough to threaten him into letting
Stripping off his shirt and pulling off his boots and socks, Ronon slid under the covers and rolled onto his side. He was a little surprised when those pale eyes opened and Beckett showed no sign of having truly been asleep.
“Do I have bones to mend?”
The dry question caused Ronon to grin outright and he shook his head. “Not this time.”
“I should be grateful, but I was rather hoping you could get him here with your…unique style of persuasion,” Beckett told him, sighing.
Cupping the other man’s face in one hand, Ronon said softly, “Give him time. He’ll come around.”
Ronon wished he could erase the bleak look on his lover’s expressive face, but knew that would only happen if Sheppard walked through the door. So instead, he pulled Beckett close and held him tight hoping it would be enough.
* * * *
So he lay there for a few
minutes without opening his eyes, trying to figure out what to do. If he tried
to extricate himself, chances were that Ronon would wake and his problem would
simply exacerbate. But he had to move eventually. Ronon himself solved the
problem when he sighed deeply and shifted, his arms falling slack from around
He stared at himself for a while in the smallish mirror on the wall over the sink, thoughts whirling around and around with dizzying speed. How was it possible that Ronon could actually want or care for him? With John between them, it was understandable that the warrior would accept whoever else was in orbit around the officer. Now that John was gone, why was Ronon in his bed?
Are ye really complaining? his subconscious demanded. What’s the problem with having such a one as Ronon to keep ye warm through the night? ‘Specially seein’ how much ye want him. Yer lucky he’s stickin’ around.
He jumped a little in surprise
when strong hands rested gently on his shoulders. Meeting Ronon’s gaze in the
“I told Sheppard that I wanted him and wanted to make him happy. Same goes for you,” Ronon told him quietly.
Giving him a wicked grin by way of the mirror, Ronon squeezed his ass as he replied, “Easily.”
“I am,” Ronon insisted. “Different is good.”
Spun so fast
that he lost his footing,
The kiss Ronon gave him while
still mostly out of it, so gentle and earnest, chased
away the last of
* * * *
Even if there hadn’t been a
big, honkin’ hickey on
He paid attention to the mission briefing with most of his attention, but a tiny portion of himself argued about the reaction.
You’re the idiot who stepped off, remember?
Yeah, well, they could’ve at least waited a couple of days out of respect.
Respect for what? You said you didn’t want to be part of it. There was nothing to respect.
Fine. Then they at least should be discreet about it. There’s no need to rub my face in it.
I doubt they were thinking of you at all when it happened.
Which is what rubbed him raw. If they could so easily carry on without him, then why had Ronon bothered to come after him in the first place?
“Colonel Sheppard? Did you want to say something?”
Realizing that he’d entirely lost the thread of the conversation, John covered, “Ah, no. I’m good, thanks.”
The mission was, fortunately, uneventful. Ronon took rear, he took point, and Teyla and Rodney stayed between them which was just how he needed it to be. The village the MALP had shown images of turned out to be deserted, but recently.
“I wouldn’t say more than a week, at most,” Ronon reported.
John nodded, looking around the ghost town with a sense of déjà vu. This was the third such village they’d found in the last week. “I don’t like coincidences.”
“What are you thinking?” Teyla questioned. “A disease? Local bandits capable of space travel?”
Shrugging, John said, “It’s not the Wraith, but I think there’d be at least some evidence of fighting if people were being carted off by nefarious types.”
“Right. I’ll start getting samples,” Rodney volunteered.
With another nod, John ordered, “Stay in sight, or take Ronon.”
Rodney grumbled something under his breath, but didn’t argue.
As they walked away, John called, “I want him back in one piece, Ronon.”
Ronon smirked without actually agreeing as he walked off behind Rodney.
“Children,” Teyla observed, smiling at him. “I sometimes wonder if we would be better off leaving the men at home.”
John’s eyebrows rose. “I’m not sure which way to be insulted by that statement first. Was I included in the men, or the women category?”
“It depends which day it is,” she teased.
Snorting, John replied, “Thanks.”
She sat on a nearby stone bench and asked matter-of-factly, “How long will you punish Ronon and Dr. Beckett with your fears?”
John gaped at her, but recovered quickly and snapped, “It’s not fear and I’m not punishing them!”
Humming noncommittally, Teyla looked around the countryside.
Defensive, John exclaimed, “It’s not!”
“Of course not.”
“I hate it when you do that.”
“I was merely agreeing with you.”
“Exactly!” John paused, then wagged a finger at her. “You know what I mean.”
Looking at him thoughtfully, Teyla asked, “Will you feel the loss any less if something were to happen to either of them and you were not sharing their bed? Will it hurt any less?”
“That’s not the point,” John growled. “It never was.”
“Ronon is under my command. Nominally, so is Beckett. It’s against regs for my to get involved with either of them, let alone both. And then there’s that whole ‘no gays in the military’ thing. They might overlook Beckett, since he’s a civilian, but Ronon? Forget it. Not only is he directly under my command, but he’s an alien. To the folks back home, I might as well change my flag right now to whatever his looks like. Hell, they’d do that even if it were you and me.”
“Which is why Elizabeth and I are very discreet,” Teyla informed him.
John’s worldview promptly shifted 180 degrees.
A faint smile lifted the
corners of her mouth as Teyla said, “I wasn’t
originally going to say anything, but
He knew about one of the two engagements, had okayed the new quarters request himself, and assumed the second had come from a scientist who didn’t need to report to him. Shaking off the triviality, he floundered a moment then protested, “What about the fact we’re all men?”
She shrugged. “I believe that your military has a ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ policy? If someone under your command were to take exception to your new situation, Elizabeth would simply tell them to seek redress elsewhere. She has no intention of losing any of you.”
Standing, Teyla walked over to him and patted his shoulder before following Rodney and Ronon further into the village.
John stayed put, thoughts whirling.
* * * *
It was harder than Ronon thought it would be to concentrate on the mission at hand. He’d been a warrior without a war during most of his marriage and so hadn’t needed to worry about it. And it had been so long since he’d been at the beginning of a new relationship that he’d forgotten just how much his body craved contact with his beloved. Thoughts and images of Beckett intruded throughout the boring day. Flashes, really…how he looked when coming…sleeping…the feel of him resting with such trust in Ronon’s arms.
Sheppard’s scowls actually helped the situation, recalling him to duty whenever his thoughts wandered too far. He wasn’t sure whether they were because he hadn’t left Beckett when Sheppard had left them, or because the other man had figured out he didn’t really want to stay away and didn’t know how to swallow his pride. Maybe both.
Probably both, he thought, snorting.
“Something funny, Ronon?”
Ronon looked over at Sheppard and replied, “Yes.”
“What’s that?” McKay prompted. “I could use a joke after digging around in the dirt all day.”
Before he could respond, Sheppard interjected hastily, “It wasn’t digging and it was only for a couple of hours. We’re almost at the gate and I’ll even let you be the one to tell Weir we found nothing.”
McKay grimaced at the officer and retorted, “You’re just trying to get out of paperwork.”
“Curses. Foiled again,” Sheppard commented, dry.
They reached the Stargate only moments later, fortunately, and were spared any more quibbling. One of the things he liked least about McKay was the man’s inability to shut up. A smile twitched at his lips as he thought, Which is completely different from Beckett’s inability to be quiet. Beckett’s voice is enjoyable to the ears, at least. Especially when moaning or begging for more.
The wormhole whooshed into existence and the team strolled up the ramp with as little fanfare as they’d strolled down it five hours before. Something he’d never enjoyed before, but he hadn’t had anyone waiting for him before, either. Not since joining the Tau’ri, at least. Travel through the wormhole was never pleasant, but he had something to look forward to, once he tracked Beckett down in either his infirmary or McKay’s lab. He growled internally, realizing he’d forgotten to corner the scientist about making Beckett keep too-long hours and decided to make an issue of it on the other side.
It was something of a surprise to find Beckett waiting with Weir on the upper level, chatting easily with her. Before going to join his lover, Ronon grabbed McKay by the shirt and hauled him backwards, provoking a yelp of surprise and fright from the other man. He growled in McKay’s ear, “The experiments you have Beckett doing until all hours stop now. He needs rest to stay healthy. If I catch him taking time away from his sleep because of something you asked him to do, Weir will not be able to find your body. Understood?”
McKay squeaked a reply, cleared his throat and tried again, “Got it! Understood! Not a problem!”
Ronon let him go with a contemptuous look and stalked over to where Beckett and Weir stood giving him odd looks. Assuming an innocent expression on the way, he greeted, “Dr. Weir. Colonel Sheppard and McKay are ready to give you reports.”
It was said to Weir and, once the pronouncement had been made, Ronon took hold of Beckett’s arm and loomed, just a little.
Clearing his throat and turning
a quick shade of red, Beckett muttered, “I have t’be goin’ now,
Ronon ignored the soft chuckle that echoed behind them as he escorted Beckett out of the gateroom towards their quarters. He had more important things to think about…like what part of Beckett’s body to memorize next.
* * * *
John watched Ronon hustle
Dragging his attention away
from the two men now out of sight, John gave
He hurried from the gateroom before she could protest, taking the same route
that Ronon and Carson had only a minute earlier. If it had just been Ronon
seeking privacy, the warrior would’ve covered a significant distance. But he
was hampered by
Taking a guess, he turned east towards the nearest secured room.
* * * *
Ronon shoved Beckett’s pants down as he continued to plunder the willing mouth. The doctor moaned, legs spreading of their own accord, and kissed him back. When Ronon grasped hard erection, Beckett shuddered and jerked in his grip. Grinning fiercely, he spun Beckett around and pushed him down, over the table. He slapped his hand between the sturdy legs and squeezed the soft skin, thumb pressed against the small opening to his lover’s body.
“Christ, Ronon!” Beckett groaned.
The door slid open behind them, but Ronon didn’t turn to look. There was only one person who would not only dare to interrupt them, but had the capability to open the lock on an Ancient’s door. Somehow, Ronon knew Sheppard wouldn’t actually interrupt and so continued with what he was doing. The awareness of having his commander watch hardened him further and Ronon twisted his cock ruthlessly to bring him back from the edge. Thinking of the man watching, he demanded, “What do you want, Beckett? Tell me!”
Beckett’s hands spasmed tighter on the edge of the table as he gasped, “Fuck me, already! Bugger me God damned senseless, Ronon!”
Removing his hands from Beckett’s body to push his own pants down, he heard Sheppard’s harsh breathing and his lips stretched in a fierce grin. No matter what he said, Sheppard still wanted them and wanted to be with them. Did he want to be the one fucking Beckett? He hadn’t yet had the pleasure, after all. Or did he want to be buried in Ronon’s ass again?
Ronon pushed his cock into the tender opening, careful to keep from making any sudden moved that might damage his lover. He groaned as his shaft was once more squeezed tight in Beckett’s newly opened flesh. He’d been the first and, so far, the only. A wave of possessiveness rolled through him and Ronon growled, “Mine, Beckett! You’re all mine!”
“Ah Christ, ah fuck, forgot how big you were,” Beckett panted. “An’ get over the melodramatics and fuck me already, would ye? I’m no a glass of china!”
Loving how the accent thickened as his lover’s brain functions lowered, Ronon thrust the rest of the way in.
Beckett howled in pain, but then reached back as he ordered, “Fuck me! Do it! Oh God, don’t stop!”
Ronon set up a hard, fast rhythm that was soon helped by his leaking cock. From across the room he heard Sheppard’s barely-audible moaning and the rub of fabric that told him the other man masturbated while watching. Aroused to a wild degree, Ronon bent over Beckett and humped savagely into him while stroking him off as fast as he could. The only sounds were that of flesh in flesh, wet and meaty, and Ronon breathed deeply of the musk scent rising from his lover. All too soon his body slipped his control and he slammed a final time before coming deep in Beckett’s body, grinding down into the soft ass as far as he could. Beckett jerked beneath him and cursed as wet heat splattered over Ronon’s hand, signaling that his lover had also come.
Moments later, he heard a grunt from behind and knew that Sheppard, too, had come. The door slid open and shut only seconds after that and Ronon wished he had the strength to drag the other man back.
As it was, his cock softened only slightly in the tight hole and Ronon licked up the damp spine as he asked, “Can I have you again?”
“I’m dead now, ye great lummox. Do as ye will.”
Laughing softly at the tired words, Ronon bit sharply at Beckett’s shoulder and slowly began moving again.
* * * *
Running wasn’t something that John usually did, not unless gunfire was involved anyhow. After witnessing just how well Carson and Ronon did without him, though, he had no choice but to push himself into somehow forgetting. He didn’t want to think about how just how good they looked together or the fact that he’d jerked off while watching. He took a shower, changed into jogging pants and tee, and proceeded to run around the entire city at a grueling, even punishing pace. It was a steady pace, though, and John forced his body to keep it for as long as possible.
The fourth time he passed
Command, he heard
It wasn’t until someone stood in front of him at the last second that John had to stop. He barely avoided crashing into Ronon and glared at the bigger man. It probably wasn’t as effective as it could’ve been, though, given he was panting for air and shaking.
“What the hell are you doing?”
John didn’t bother to explain, instead walking slowly in circles so he wouldn’t cramp up.
Throwing her hands up in
“I’m fine,” John gasped, waving her off. “Peachy.”
Her lips thinned together for a
moment before she observed caustically, “I can see that. You can go to medical
under your own steam, or Ronon can carry you.
“God forbid we disappoint Beckett,” John muttered snidely.
He regretted the words as soon as he said them and gave Ronon a guilty look. The warrior looked back at him impassively, showing no sign of how or if the words affected him.
John nodded and offered a weak smile as he replied, “I’m going. See? This is me being a good little Colonel and going to medical.”
The walk there was agony, but he figured that it served him right. Ronon didn’t say a single word the entire way there, which was actually worse than the pain rife throughout his body. Just before the doors opened, he looked at Ronon and said, “Look, I’m sorry about what I said, okay? I didn’t mean it.”
“Then you shouldn’t have said it.”
John sighed and preceded Ronon into the infirmary.
“And there’s our star track
Groaning as he climbed onto an exam bed, John answered, “No, but thanks for asking.”
“Something wrong, Colonel?”
Snapping out of it at the professional question, John straightened and shook his head.
“Good. Time to pee in a cup so I can see how dehydrated you’ve made yourself.”
John grimaced at the little cup
“At all? You were running for almost two hours.”
“All right then. Lie back and we’ll start you on fluids right now.”
“Can’t I just drink a lot of water?”
John sighed, but did as he was
told. Truthfully, it was a toss-up as to whether or not he had the strength to
remain upright anyhow. Moving efficiently around him,
The last thing he noticed before darkness took him was gentle fingers combing through sweat-soaked hair.
* * * *
Smiling fondly at the man
asleep in the bed,
“I’d be happy to do it,” Ronon volunteered darkly.
Ronon didn’t look convinced.
After adding a muscle relaxant
and a sedative to the line to make sure John didn’t wake up too soon,
“I’ll stay and watch Sheppard,” Ronon replied. “Bring me something back.”
“We were just talking about John,” she greeted.
Shaking her head,
“Do you think a transfer would
work?” she suggested. At his horrified look,
“Honestly? I think it would
make him dig in his heels. All we can do is let him make the decision for
“And in the meantime?”
“In the meantime just give him room to make a decision, no matter what it might be.”
“Even if he hurts himself?”
She gave him an admiring look and told him, “The way you and Ronon are handling this is, well, incredible. I don’t think I would have the same wherewithal.”
“You do not need the same wherewithal,” Teyla stated, rubbing her shoulder. “Nor will you, ever.”
The sight literally stole
* * * *
His entire body felt sluggish and unresponsive, but then, his brain wasn’t really working either, so John thought it only appropriate. Two warm weights surrounded him; one behind, one in front and on top. It was pretty easy to figure out what, or who, the weights were, but he didn’t feel like fighting any more. Maybe the run had done more good than not, because waking up nestled between the two men felt more right than anything else had in a long time.
The comfort didn’t negate his
bladder’s growing need to be emptied, though, so he cleared his throat and
jostled the blurry Carson-shaped weight on his chest and muttered, “
The doctor gave him a suspicious
look, but obliged by standing and then helping John off the bed. His legs felt
like complete rubber and he kept his arm around
“I can not be in this bad of a shape!” John protested. “What the hell’s wrong with me, that I’m so weak today?”
John sighed, but it was more
exasperation at himself. He’d worried
“Don’t tease him,” Ronon rumbled.
Wincing, John muttered, “I deserved that.” And then, louder, “I’m an idiot, okay? I got spooked and I thought I was taking advantage, but I can see that the both of you can clearly kick my ass in your own ways. I give, okay? This is me, surrendering to the inevitable. So, can you get back in bed now before I say something stupid enough that you change your minds?”
“Yes. I think that we
“If you both don’t get your asses back in this bed, I will make life very unpleasant for you just as soon as I can walk without falling over,” John threatened.
Before they could, though,
Rodney’s aggravated voice came over the comm. with, “What the hell are you
three doing in there?
John grinned. “I’ll be there with bells on.”
“That’d be interesting,” Ronon observed. “Where would the bells go?”
Swallowing nervously at the intrigued look in Ronon’s eyes, John explained hastily, “It’s just an expression, Ronon.”
Ronon’s smirk wasn’t very reassuring.
* * * *
By the end of the day, John was
indeed back to normal if very, very sore. He walked slowly, but he did walk,
and headed up to see
“Of course,” she agreed demurely.
John sighed and said, “So, it’s come to my attention that I owe pretty much everyone an apology for my behavior over the last couple days.”
“What makes you think that?”
“You’re going to make me grovel, aren’t you?”
“It has crossed my mind, yes.”
“Of course it has,” he muttered. Offering a wry grin, he said, “I’m sorry, okay? It won’t happen again.”
Realizing just how badly he’d scared her, John nodded seriously. “Understood. And, I am sorry. Sometimes I get a little…focused…and forget other people have negative thoughts about how I shouldn’t endanger myself with stupid behavior.”
“And how are things now?” she questioned obliquely.
John grinned. “If I don’t show
“I’m not going to hear the end of this for a very long time, am I?”
“I suspect not, no.”
* * * *
Carson and Ronon decided
unilaterally that John was still too weak to do much, even though he felt
perfectly fine. After several minutes where he was treated to a
medically-schooled massage and an enthusiastic footrub,
he wasn’t inclined to argue. The touched turned from soothing to erotic without
notice and John moaned as
John about jumped out of his
A warm chuckle vibrated against
his hole as
Shuddering at the dual sensation, John’s hands twisted in the blankets and he moaned, “Not gonna make it, guys, too close!”
They ignored his warning and, sure enough, he came hard only a minute later, jerking in Ronon’s grip and spilling over the bedspread. He collapsed into the wet spot without care, panting.
“Now there’s a sight,” Ronon observed.
John knew he should care about
who fucked him, but he really didn’t. As long as he eventually got both inside
him and then had a chance to nail
“Mind if I go first?”
“Ach no, be my guest. I’m sure I can find something to keep myself occupied.”
Thick, blunt fingers coated with lube pushed inside his hole moments later and John moaned into the pillow. Ronon stretched him slowly, but firmly, and John abruptly wished that he could give his first time to his lovers, instead of a one-night stand whose face he couldn’t remember. Pushing onto his elbows, John looked back at his lovers and said hoarsely, “I think I love you guys.”
“John, John please, suck me,”
Not one to disappoint his
lovers any more, and hungry for his own taste of
Carson, John shifted slightly to take the thick, uncut dick in his mouth. He
sucked hard, eager for as much as he could get. His mind split when Ronon
pushed the rest of the way inside, bottoming out inside him in one short drive.
John gasped, choking a bit on
Between Ronon’s forceful
They collapsed in a tangle of
limbs and John panted, heart thundering in his chest, but couldn’t stop licking
Sighing in disappointment, John
pressed one more kiss to his lover’s cock and settled down for the night with
his cheek on one of
“Oh yeah,” John agreed.
He drifted to sleep to the feel
* * * *
John woke for a second time in
a pile of bodies only this time, different parts of him were sore. His ass was
one big hurt, thanks to Ronon, but it didn’t really matter. Parts of him were
content in ways that never had been, which more than made up for the physical
complaints. Nuzzling at
“Ready for another round, are ya?”
John chuckled. “Not unless someone uses a heck of a lot more lube this time. I think Ronon was a little too impatient last night because ow.”
John pushed him back down and said firmly, “I’m fine, Doc, just sore as hell.”
“Trying to sleep here.”
John snorted at Ronon’s irritated announcement and nudged him rudely. “What are you, Rodney?”
“Don’t ever mention his name in this bed again,” Ronon growled.
of you’re impossible,"
John thought about it, then pulled a pillow down and wiggled back against Ronon. “I’m good. You, Ronon?”
Ronon growled again, only it wasn’t in irritation this time. His hand slid down John’s back to squeeze the ass now against his cock. John grinned as he felt the flesh harden slightly between his cheeks.
John’s mouth opened, dismayed
“I am immune from puppy dog
eyes, so y’can both knock it off,”
John grinned a bit when
Trailing fingers up and down John’s spine, Ronon told him, “I have an idea about where you can put those bells.”
John blinked, then frowned up at him. “I said it was just an expression, Ronon. I was joking.”
* * * *
Rodney looked around the cafeteria, frowning. There was something out of place, but he couldn’t quite figure out what. Shaking his head, he went back to his laptop to work on his latest gate puzzle. He’d managed only a couple of minutes before that sound, whatever it was, disrupted his concentration again.
Irritated, he looked around but
again saw nothing strange. Sheppard and Ronon were talking to
Then he figured out what the noise was; a very faint, very muffled bell. Multiple bells, actually, at least three, probably four. It was barely audible, teasing just along the edge of his hearing range. And yet, no one was carrying, or wearing bells, and it wasn’t the holiday season, so why was he hearing them?
“Something wrong, Rodney?”
“Like?” she questioned, sitting across from him.
She frowned. “You know, I’ve been hearing them most of the day as well. I can’t quite figure out where it's coming from.”
Relieved that he wasn’t going crazy, Rodney was about to say something when Sheppard, Ronon, and Carson walked by. The noise was definitely coming from one of them, he realized, but which one? And where the hell would they hide four bells so as to make the sound almost nonexistent? His eyes went wide as he realized the answer and Rodney choked on his own tongue.
“Rodney! Are you all right?”
Waving her off, flushing hotly as he wondered which man had the bells up his…securely hidden in…Rodney’s eyes widened further when Sheppard’s hips jerked just a little forward, as if nudged by something inside him.
Dear God! he thought. All three of them together? How do they…what happens if…who’s on top of whom…
Rodney hunched down in his seat and tried not to attract Ronon's attention. He was pretty sure that if he let on he’d figured it out, he wouldn’t live to see another day.