Longing
Title: Longing
Author:
dirty_smudge
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Carson Beckett, Ronon Dex
Prompt: 36 - Wanking (
50kinkyways)
Word Count: 2100
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own blah blah blah
Author's Notes: There's a link to part 2 at the end of this fic.
Click here for the 50kinkyways prompt table
All was quiet in the infirmary, as was usual for this time of night. Of course, there was the possibility of any one of the offworld teams coming in hot any second, requiring medical attention, but for now, Carson had the place to himself. He’d sent the other doctors off to bed, preferring a quieter atmosphere to get some research done. Lt Ford was still missing, but Carson had high hopes that he would soon be found, and when he was brought back to Atlantis he intended to have a cure ready for the lad.
There was no knock on the door to warn him of the man entering the infirmary, but heavy footsteps alerted Carson to Ronon’s presence. Turning away from his laptop, the CMO smiled at the tall, dark newcomer. It had only been several weeks since he had removed the Wraith tracking device from the ex-runner’s back, and this was the first time Ronon had come to see him since then.
“Doc.” Ronon grunted before Carson could speak, deep voice betraying no emotion.
“It’s good to see you here lad, you’ve been avoiding your physical,” the doctor gently chided. He had sensed a dislike of doctors in the Satedan ever since he’d refused any anaesthetic during the operation to remove the tracking device. Carson was determined to help him overcome it through what Rodney would refer to as ‘nagging’ but he preferred to think of as gentle persuasion.
Ronon merely shrugged in response. Realising that there would be no verbal reply, Caron decided to take the conversation into his own hands.
“So, what brings you here in the middle of the night?” He asked cheerfully, noticing as he did so that Ronon was standing in the middle of the room with all of his muscles tensed. A pang of sympathy ran through him when he remembered that the poor man had been running from the Wraith for seven years. Such prolonged stress must have left him in a permanent state of alertness, unable to relax.
“Can’t sleep.” Ronon stated, dark eyes flicking downwards, then back up to rest on Carson’s face.
“I’m not surprised, the state you’ve been in for God knows how long.” Reaching out an arm, Carson led the ex-runner to a bed and pushed him down gently. The thick muscles he felt under Ronon’s smooth, dark skin were rock hard. As he massaged them slightly in an attempt to relax them, he felt them tense even further, Ronon’s forehead creasing slightly and his eyes focusing on the hand that glided across the surface of his arm.
Ceasing the gentle rubbing motion, Carson allowed his hand to rest gently on Ronon’s shoulder. Despite himself, he couldn’t help enjoying the warmth that radiated from the ex-runner and the soft, slick feeling of his skin, slightly damp with sweat and he felt a sudden urge to run his tongue over the shoulder and down the arm, tasting the salty surface of the chocolate brown skin.
Holding back a shiver, Carson squashed the urge, chastising himself for having such thoughts. He became aware of Ronon’s eyes on him, boring holes through the back of his head. Mentally shaking himself, the doctor removed his hand from the ex-runner’s shoulder.
“I’m just going to check your blood pressure,” he said, forcing his expression into cheerful doctor mode and trying to hold back memories of Ronon shirtless. Strapping the cuff around Ronon’s arm, he took note of the confused look on the man’s face. “Don’t worry, you’ll only feel a pinch for a few seconds, nothing more.”
He wondered whether to squeeze Ronon’s hand reassuringly, but decided against it on the grounds that such a tough, independent man wouldn’t appreciate being treated like a child. Pressing a button, he tightened the cuff around Ronon’s arm, watching him eye the device with distrust. The cuff started to relax its grip, beeping until the pressure inside the cuff was below diastolic pressure.
“Och, no wonder you can’t sleep.” Carson tutted as he read the screen. Blood pressure was above average, in a man whose physical fitness should mean a lower blood pressure than most. “You need to relax, lad, else you’ll never get to sleep.”
“Tried relaxing. Doesn’t work.”
“What methods are you using to relax?” he asked, moving back from the bed to allow Ronon to sit up.
The ex-runner’s gaze travelled downwards once more, this time stopping when it reached Carson’s feet. “Went to the gym. Workout usually tires me out.”
Nodding thoughtfully, the doctor turned to a cupboard and rifled through the contents until he found the small bottle Teyla had given him a couple of weeks ago and held it out to Ronon.
“Try this. The Athosians make it from various plants they found on the mainland.”
Blinking at the offering for a second before taking it, Ronon turned the bottle over in his hands. “What is it?”
“Bath oil. It’s a muscle relaxant. A nice, relaxing bath just before bed always makes me sleepy.” Carson smiled at the concentration on Ronon’s face as he studied the small item in his hands.
“I put this in the bath?” he asked, looking up.
“Aye.”
Ronon shrugged. “Worth a try.”
The doctor’s smiled didn’t fade as the ex-runner left the infirmary, bottle firmly clutched in his hands as if it was some precious medicine. Images of Ronon naked, droplets of water caressing his body as they slid down the curve of his pectorals came unbidden to Carson’s mind and he pushed them back, trying to focus on the Wraith enzyme rather than the strapping young Satedan, and failing miserably.
-----xxXxx-----
After checking that the temperature of the water was to his liking, Ronon stepped away from the bath and removed his clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor. The last time he’d taken a bath had been when he lived on Sateda, seven years ago. It had been hard to find time for such luxuries when on the run from the Wraith. In the brief lulls between encounters with the life-sucking aliens, he’d had to make so with showering in the rain, fully clothed. There were parts of his body that hadn’t been properly clean in a long time.
Testing the water with one foot, Ronon stepped fully into the tub, lowering himself into the water and letting out a sigh of satisfaction as the tension was eased from his body. He slumped backwards, sinking into the water, immersing himself up to the neck, his thick dreadlocks floating beneath the surface behind his head like tendrils.
After laying this way for several minutes, enjoying the sensation of being surrounded by hot water, like a blanket that warmed him and relaxed him until he felt himself drifting off to sleep. Realising that falling asleep in the bathtub and drowning wouldn’t be the most dignified death, Ronon lifted himself up on his elbows and sat up so that his back was pressed against one end of the tub and his legs stretched out to the other end, water cascading down his torso as he did so. His left arm was draped over the side of the tub and his right rested comfortably on his stomach. As he moved his right hand slightly, a tingling sensation rippled down his abdomen towards his groin.
Trying to remember the last time he’d been able to relax like this without one ear listening out for the Wraith, Ronon closed his eyes and took this opportunity to pleasure himself. His hand drifted slowly downwards and wrapped itself around his cock, thumb caressing the head and turning the tingle into a jolt of electricity. Feeling his breath quicken, Ronon slid his hand down the hard shaft, a soft moan escaping his lips as the sensation spread throughout his entire body. His left hand left the side of the tub to slip into the water, wandering across his thigh until it reached its goal, cupping his balls and running agile fingers over the sensitive sacs.
Head swimming with the scent of the bath oil and the ripples of pleasure running through his body, Ronon’s thoughts turned to Dr Beckett, the man who had saved him from his life as a runner, risking his own life to travel to the planet and remove the tracking device from his back. Compassionate blue eyes and a soothing voice that washed over Ronon, making him shiver, thick brown hair just perfect for running fingers through and a warm, sincere smile that begged to be kissed. How beautiful the man would look, laid out naked on one of his hospital beds, hands bound together above his head and tied to the headboard, ankles spread apart and tied to the bedposts. As he stroked himself faster, actions acquiring an urgency caused by his need for completion, Ronon imagined himself standing over the doctor, running his fingers lightly over the man’s chest. Beckett would shiver and moan softly in anticipation, an exquisite sound that would thrill Ronon and make him remove the hand, teasing the beautiful man until his breath came in quick pants. Unable to keep away any longer, he would climb onto the bed, position himself between Beckett’s thighs and thrust himself inside his hot, tight ass.
Balls tightening at this thought, Ronon found himself coming hard, left hand gripping the side of the bath tightly, right hand moving jerkily up and down the length of his cock until the tremors subsided and every muscle in his body loosened. He let his head fall backward, discontented. If this went on for much longer, he wouldn’t be able to stand by and watch Dr Beckett go about his daily life without pushing the man up against the wall and ravishing him.
What made it worse was that the gorgeous, kind-hearted doctor had no idea what he was doing to Ronon.
-----xxXxx-----
As he turned to reach for something on the table to his left, Carson felt his erection shift inside his boxers, rubbing against the rough fabric and sending a shiver down his spine. Dropping his hands to the table, he took several deep breaths, trying to calm down enough to focus on his work. His crush on Ronon was becoming ridiculous. He was a medical doctor, not a bloody teenager!
After three hours of trying to make the problem go away, he was ready to admit to himself that he needed to do something about it. Not in here, though. There was a shower in the infirmary, he even used it sometimes to cool down after a long shift when he needed to be somewhere else and couldn’t be bothered to go to his quarters to shower.
Walking carefully, so as not to antagonise his cock any further, Carson moved from the med lab to the infirmary, glad that no one else was crazy enough to work this late. Stripping off his clothes and folding them neatly on a chair outside the cubicle, he turned on the water with his mind, setting it at his preferred temperature, and stepped into the shower, closing his eyes as the water cascaded over his head and down his face.
He didn’t do this often, but on the rare occasions when he had, he’d always taken his time, drawing out his orgasm for the maximum pleasure. Now though, his need was overwhelming, demanding his attention and leaving no room for rational thought.
Carson wrapped his hand around his cock and started pumping it as fast as he could, bracing himself against the wall of the cubicle with his left hand as he stroked himself with his right. Eyes squeezed tightly shut against the spray of the warm water that caressed his naked body, he gave into the images that wanted to flood his mind. Dark, lust filled eyes close to his own as Ronon pushed him against a wall and covered his mouth with a kiss. Naked, creamy chocolate flesh glistening with sweat, muscles rippling under the surface as he pulled back and slammed into Carson, hitting his prostate and tearing a moan of pleasure from his throat. Ronon’s face twisted in agonising pleasure as he came. Ronon’s hands roaming his body, Ronon’s teeth sinking into his flesh, marking him, Ronon’s beard tickling his chin as they kissed.
“Fuck!” An alien word on Carson’s tongue as he spattered the shower wall with milky white come. Breathing hard and shivering both in disgust and with the force of his orgasm, he turned the showerhead towards the wall until the evidence was washed away.
How would he face Ronon next time the Satedan came into the infirmary? Did he even know what affect he was having on Carson?
Part 2 (Predatory Smile)
Author:
dirty_smudge
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Carson Beckett, Ronon Dex
Prompt: 36 - Wanking (
50kinkyways)
Word Count: 2100
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own blah blah blah
Author's Notes: There's a link to part 2 at the end of this fic.
Click here for the 50kinkyways prompt table
All was quiet in the infirmary, as was usual for this time of night. Of course, there was the possibility of any one of the offworld teams coming in hot any second, requiring medical attention, but for now, Carson had the place to himself. He’d sent the other doctors off to bed, preferring a quieter atmosphere to get some research done. Lt Ford was still missing, but Carson had high hopes that he would soon be found, and when he was brought back to Atlantis he intended to have a cure ready for the lad.
There was no knock on the door to warn him of the man entering the infirmary, but heavy footsteps alerted Carson to Ronon’s presence. Turning away from his laptop, the CMO smiled at the tall, dark newcomer. It had only been several weeks since he had removed the Wraith tracking device from the ex-runner’s back, and this was the first time Ronon had come to see him since then.
“Doc.” Ronon grunted before Carson could speak, deep voice betraying no emotion.
“It’s good to see you here lad, you’ve been avoiding your physical,” the doctor gently chided. He had sensed a dislike of doctors in the Satedan ever since he’d refused any anaesthetic during the operation to remove the tracking device. Carson was determined to help him overcome it through what Rodney would refer to as ‘nagging’ but he preferred to think of as gentle persuasion.
Ronon merely shrugged in response. Realising that there would be no verbal reply, Caron decided to take the conversation into his own hands.
“So, what brings you here in the middle of the night?” He asked cheerfully, noticing as he did so that Ronon was standing in the middle of the room with all of his muscles tensed. A pang of sympathy ran through him when he remembered that the poor man had been running from the Wraith for seven years. Such prolonged stress must have left him in a permanent state of alertness, unable to relax.
“Can’t sleep.” Ronon stated, dark eyes flicking downwards, then back up to rest on Carson’s face.
“I’m not surprised, the state you’ve been in for God knows how long.” Reaching out an arm, Carson led the ex-runner to a bed and pushed him down gently. The thick muscles he felt under Ronon’s smooth, dark skin were rock hard. As he massaged them slightly in an attempt to relax them, he felt them tense even further, Ronon’s forehead creasing slightly and his eyes focusing on the hand that glided across the surface of his arm.
Ceasing the gentle rubbing motion, Carson allowed his hand to rest gently on Ronon’s shoulder. Despite himself, he couldn’t help enjoying the warmth that radiated from the ex-runner and the soft, slick feeling of his skin, slightly damp with sweat and he felt a sudden urge to run his tongue over the shoulder and down the arm, tasting the salty surface of the chocolate brown skin.
Holding back a shiver, Carson squashed the urge, chastising himself for having such thoughts. He became aware of Ronon’s eyes on him, boring holes through the back of his head. Mentally shaking himself, the doctor removed his hand from the ex-runner’s shoulder.
“I’m just going to check your blood pressure,” he said, forcing his expression into cheerful doctor mode and trying to hold back memories of Ronon shirtless. Strapping the cuff around Ronon’s arm, he took note of the confused look on the man’s face. “Don’t worry, you’ll only feel a pinch for a few seconds, nothing more.”
He wondered whether to squeeze Ronon’s hand reassuringly, but decided against it on the grounds that such a tough, independent man wouldn’t appreciate being treated like a child. Pressing a button, he tightened the cuff around Ronon’s arm, watching him eye the device with distrust. The cuff started to relax its grip, beeping until the pressure inside the cuff was below diastolic pressure.
“Och, no wonder you can’t sleep.” Carson tutted as he read the screen. Blood pressure was above average, in a man whose physical fitness should mean a lower blood pressure than most. “You need to relax, lad, else you’ll never get to sleep.”
“Tried relaxing. Doesn’t work.”
“What methods are you using to relax?” he asked, moving back from the bed to allow Ronon to sit up.
The ex-runner’s gaze travelled downwards once more, this time stopping when it reached Carson’s feet. “Went to the gym. Workout usually tires me out.”
Nodding thoughtfully, the doctor turned to a cupboard and rifled through the contents until he found the small bottle Teyla had given him a couple of weeks ago and held it out to Ronon.
“Try this. The Athosians make it from various plants they found on the mainland.”
Blinking at the offering for a second before taking it, Ronon turned the bottle over in his hands. “What is it?”
“Bath oil. It’s a muscle relaxant. A nice, relaxing bath just before bed always makes me sleepy.” Carson smiled at the concentration on Ronon’s face as he studied the small item in his hands.
“I put this in the bath?” he asked, looking up.
“Aye.”
Ronon shrugged. “Worth a try.”
The doctor’s smiled didn’t fade as the ex-runner left the infirmary, bottle firmly clutched in his hands as if it was some precious medicine. Images of Ronon naked, droplets of water caressing his body as they slid down the curve of his pectorals came unbidden to Carson’s mind and he pushed them back, trying to focus on the Wraith enzyme rather than the strapping young Satedan, and failing miserably.
-----xxXxx-----
After checking that the temperature of the water was to his liking, Ronon stepped away from the bath and removed his clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor. The last time he’d taken a bath had been when he lived on Sateda, seven years ago. It had been hard to find time for such luxuries when on the run from the Wraith. In the brief lulls between encounters with the life-sucking aliens, he’d had to make so with showering in the rain, fully clothed. There were parts of his body that hadn’t been properly clean in a long time.
Testing the water with one foot, Ronon stepped fully into the tub, lowering himself into the water and letting out a sigh of satisfaction as the tension was eased from his body. He slumped backwards, sinking into the water, immersing himself up to the neck, his thick dreadlocks floating beneath the surface behind his head like tendrils.
After laying this way for several minutes, enjoying the sensation of being surrounded by hot water, like a blanket that warmed him and relaxed him until he felt himself drifting off to sleep. Realising that falling asleep in the bathtub and drowning wouldn’t be the most dignified death, Ronon lifted himself up on his elbows and sat up so that his back was pressed against one end of the tub and his legs stretched out to the other end, water cascading down his torso as he did so. His left arm was draped over the side of the tub and his right rested comfortably on his stomach. As he moved his right hand slightly, a tingling sensation rippled down his abdomen towards his groin.
Trying to remember the last time he’d been able to relax like this without one ear listening out for the Wraith, Ronon closed his eyes and took this opportunity to pleasure himself. His hand drifted slowly downwards and wrapped itself around his cock, thumb caressing the head and turning the tingle into a jolt of electricity. Feeling his breath quicken, Ronon slid his hand down the hard shaft, a soft moan escaping his lips as the sensation spread throughout his entire body. His left hand left the side of the tub to slip into the water, wandering across his thigh until it reached its goal, cupping his balls and running agile fingers over the sensitive sacs.
Head swimming with the scent of the bath oil and the ripples of pleasure running through his body, Ronon’s thoughts turned to Dr Beckett, the man who had saved him from his life as a runner, risking his own life to travel to the planet and remove the tracking device from his back. Compassionate blue eyes and a soothing voice that washed over Ronon, making him shiver, thick brown hair just perfect for running fingers through and a warm, sincere smile that begged to be kissed. How beautiful the man would look, laid out naked on one of his hospital beds, hands bound together above his head and tied to the headboard, ankles spread apart and tied to the bedposts. As he stroked himself faster, actions acquiring an urgency caused by his need for completion, Ronon imagined himself standing over the doctor, running his fingers lightly over the man’s chest. Beckett would shiver and moan softly in anticipation, an exquisite sound that would thrill Ronon and make him remove the hand, teasing the beautiful man until his breath came in quick pants. Unable to keep away any longer, he would climb onto the bed, position himself between Beckett’s thighs and thrust himself inside his hot, tight ass.
Balls tightening at this thought, Ronon found himself coming hard, left hand gripping the side of the bath tightly, right hand moving jerkily up and down the length of his cock until the tremors subsided and every muscle in his body loosened. He let his head fall backward, discontented. If this went on for much longer, he wouldn’t be able to stand by and watch Dr Beckett go about his daily life without pushing the man up against the wall and ravishing him.
What made it worse was that the gorgeous, kind-hearted doctor had no idea what he was doing to Ronon.
-----xxXxx-----
As he turned to reach for something on the table to his left, Carson felt his erection shift inside his boxers, rubbing against the rough fabric and sending a shiver down his spine. Dropping his hands to the table, he took several deep breaths, trying to calm down enough to focus on his work. His crush on Ronon was becoming ridiculous. He was a medical doctor, not a bloody teenager!
After three hours of trying to make the problem go away, he was ready to admit to himself that he needed to do something about it. Not in here, though. There was a shower in the infirmary, he even used it sometimes to cool down after a long shift when he needed to be somewhere else and couldn’t be bothered to go to his quarters to shower.
Walking carefully, so as not to antagonise his cock any further, Carson moved from the med lab to the infirmary, glad that no one else was crazy enough to work this late. Stripping off his clothes and folding them neatly on a chair outside the cubicle, he turned on the water with his mind, setting it at his preferred temperature, and stepped into the shower, closing his eyes as the water cascaded over his head and down his face.
He didn’t do this often, but on the rare occasions when he had, he’d always taken his time, drawing out his orgasm for the maximum pleasure. Now though, his need was overwhelming, demanding his attention and leaving no room for rational thought.
Carson wrapped his hand around his cock and started pumping it as fast as he could, bracing himself against the wall of the cubicle with his left hand as he stroked himself with his right. Eyes squeezed tightly shut against the spray of the warm water that caressed his naked body, he gave into the images that wanted to flood his mind. Dark, lust filled eyes close to his own as Ronon pushed him against a wall and covered his mouth with a kiss. Naked, creamy chocolate flesh glistening with sweat, muscles rippling under the surface as he pulled back and slammed into Carson, hitting his prostate and tearing a moan of pleasure from his throat. Ronon’s face twisted in agonising pleasure as he came. Ronon’s hands roaming his body, Ronon’s teeth sinking into his flesh, marking him, Ronon’s beard tickling his chin as they kissed.
“Fuck!” An alien word on Carson’s tongue as he spattered the shower wall with milky white come. Breathing hard and shivering both in disgust and with the force of his orgasm, he turned the showerhead towards the wall until the evidence was washed away.
How would he face Ronon next time the Satedan came into the infirmary? Did he even know what affect he was having on Carson?
Part 2 (Predatory Smile)