Reunion
Title: Reunion
Author:
dirty_smudge
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Carson Beckett, Daniel Jackson
Prompt: 9 - Ice (
50kinkyways) and 1 - Infirmary (
carsonsmut )
Word Count: 2,900
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own
Author's Notes: This is part of a series of linked entries
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Intro
Chapter 1 - Turbulence (Cameron Mitchell/John Sheppard)
Chapter 2 - Golden Blonde
Chapter 3 - Explosive (Samantha Carter/Laura Cadman)
When he hurried into the infirmary, hands throbbing painfully, Daniel didn’t even notice the man who hurried over and led him to the nearest bed, where he proceeded to examine his hands with gentle, concerned care. It was only when Daniel looked up and saw the familiar worried frown that he even realised who was treating him.
Then Carson spoke and the soft Scottish brogue washed over Daniel, calming his nerves and he felt his frantic heartbeat slow to an almost normal rate. “Do I really need to ask how you got these nasty great burns all over your hands?”
The frown had lessened slightly, which Daniel took to mean that his injury wasn’t anything to worry about, but the blue eyes that were now focused on him were still full of concern. Daniel couldn’t blame him - if Carson were the one coming to him with a scary looking injury after three years of not seeing the man, he’d be concerned too.
“My bad,” Daniel grinned sheepishly, not quite meeting the doctor’s eyes. “McKay kinda warned me not to touch stuff.” He could hear the scientist’s sarcasm-laden voice from the other side of the privacy curtain that Carson had pulled around his bed.
“Aye, I’d imagine he did,” Carson ran a hand through his short, spiky hair, perhaps in frustration. “But you always were the curious one, weren’t you?”
“Sorry,” was all that Daniel could think to say. Of course, he knew that Carson was Atlantis’s CMO, and of course that meant they’d eventually bump into each other, but it hadn’t really dawned on the archaeologist how awkward their meeting would be.
“No need to apologise, there’s no changing your nature and I accepted that a long time ago.” Carson smiled and brushed his hand across Daniel’s arm, fingers coming to rest firmly on his bicep. “How are you, Danny?”
Calling him by his pet name really wasn’t helping Daniel get over his attraction towards the man. He’d always managed to stay on good terms with his ex-lovers, even working alongside one or two, but never before had he been parted with someone under such conditions. When they’d first got together in Antarctica, both men had known that it was likely Carson, along with the rest of the Atlantis expedition, would be assigned somewhere hard to reach, but neither had anticipated that the city of the Ancestors would turn out to be located in another galaxy. Neither were prepared for the separation that would come with the greatest discovery Daniel had ever made, and despite the archaeologist’s many attempts to persuade General O’Neill to let him join the expedition, they both knew he was needed on Earth. It was with the understanding that they might never see each other again that they decided to end their relationship.
“I’m, uh, well I’m on Atlantis, which as you know is my greatest dream, so… really good, actually.” Daniel smiled sincerely and tried to ignore the gentle pressure of fingers lightly kneading the tension out of his arm muscles. He found himself wishing his hands hadn’t been tightly bound in bandages - Carson’s faintly creased forehead looked like it was in need of a gentle caress to smooth the worry lines that hadn’t been there in Antarctica.
Daniel knew the signs well enough by now to realise that he was falling for the adorable, good-natured doctor all over again. He should have known he couldn’t be ‘just friends’ with Carson, not when one hand was running up and down the side of his arm and the other was stroking the back of his neck like that.
“That’s good to hear,” Carson told him softly. “I still…”
Leaning into the touch a little more, Daniel studied his ex-lover’s face closely. The concern it conveyed went deeper than his minor burns. “You still what?”
“Worry.” The doctor bit his bottom lip and averted his gaze. “I still worry about you sometimes. The first year was worse, not having any contact with Earth.” He looked back up at Daniel to gauge his reaction.
“I know,” he answered simply. “Me too.”
This seemed to reassure Carson, because the slow stroking motion against the back of his neck started up again. “I thought of sending you a message - you remember the personal recordings we managed to send before the siege when we thought we were going to-”
Daniel cut him off before he could finish his sentence with something neither of them wanted to be reminded of. “I remember. You recorded that message for your Mom.”
Carson’s frown lightened with something like relief. “Oh, so you watched it then?”
“I delivered it personally. She seemed to know who I was, actually.” Daniel remembered his encounter with the affectionate Scottish woman and smiled to himself.
“Of course she did, I told her all about you while we were… you know.” Carson’s own smile was somewhat wistful before turning anxious. “What did you think of her?”
“She reminds me a little of you. Caring, headstrong, worries about everyone all the time…”
“Aye, that’s Mum all right.”
They both shared a private laugh, and for a second it seemed like they’d never been apart. Carson’s eyes still twinkled with amusement when he laughed, his hands were still gentle and comforting and he still made Daniel feel inexplicably warm from the inside.
“We watched your message together,” he said quietly, wanting Carson to know that his mother was managing just fine back on Earth. “I held her hand. Or maybe she held mine. Anyway, it was a relief to see you again, if only through a television screen.” Unable to take Carson’s hand while his were bandaged and still painful, he settled back a little, leaning into his ex-lover’s touch. “I wish I could have seen you earlier. I was on the Daedalus, coming to see what had happened to you when we were… um, hi-jacked.”
The hand behind his head moved upwards, running through his hair affectionately. Carson was sitting on the edge of his bed now, perched on the edge of the mattress as his played with Daniel’s hair. “That wouldn’t be the incident I heard about concerning that intriguing young woman you’ve brought with you, would it?”
Daniel smiled, remembering Vala’s threat to have sex with him if he didn’t co-operate. That had been the first time they’d met, and she hadn’t changed at all since then.
“I’m sure Vala would be pleased to hear that she’s so famous.” His smile softened when he saw Carson watching him with a fond expression. So he wasn’t the only one who had regrets about their separation. “I was off-world when you came back to Earth. By the time I got back to the SGC, you were in Scotland visiting your family. I didn’t think… I wasn’t sure I should travel across the world just to see you.”
The hand was stroking his cheek now and Daniel closed his eyes and nuzzled it, unable to ignore it any longer. “You’d have been welcome,” Carson told him. Holding Daniel’s head still with his other hand, he leaned in to brush a kiss across his lips.
Daniel opened his eyes in surprise and saw Carson looking at him anxiously. “I guess the real reason was that I didn’t want to fall in love with you again. I didn’t know if you’d met someone else and even if we…”
“Even if we got together again I’d still be going back to Atlantis without you,” Carson finished. He stood up again but didn’t remove the hands from either side of his face. “I’d hoped that when I saw you again we’d be able to put the past behind us.”
“Did it work?”
A callused thumb was slowly stroking his cheek, following the jaw line. “Not at all.”
“Me neither.” Daniel tilted his head forward and kissed the tip of the thumb, tasting salt and the antiseptic tang of the surgical gloves that had been thrown away once Carson had finished bandaging his hands. “I don’t suppose staying away from each other is gonna do us any good, is it?”
The thumb glided over his lips and slipped inside, parting them gently. “It won’t stop me loving you any less, if that’s what you mean,” Carson replied in a whisper.
“Just checking,” Daniel mumbled as the doctor’s lips came down to claim his own. Carson tasted just as sweet as he remembered, although there was an added urgency that hadn’t been there before, as if they were making up for lost time. Outside of their little cubicle the world was quiet - Daniel couldn’t hear anything from the other side of the curtain. He hoped that meant they were alone in the infirmary because from the way Carson settled onto the bed on top of him, hands roaming all over Daniel’s body, it looked like anyone who disturbed them was going to regret needing a doctor.
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Part of Carson wondered if they should maybe move to a more private location, but the rest of him, which was currently occupied with exploring the bare chest he had revealed by practically tearing off Daniel’s black t-shirt, ignored the smaller part and continued licking all of the exposed skin it could find. In the three years since he’d last had the opportunity to do this, Daniel had become a little more toned and Carson’s tongue traced the outline of each muscle as he mapped out the changes in his lover’s body. Bandaged hands rested lightly on his head, unable to reciprocate his attention, but their presence reassured Carson that the man he had pinned beneath him, who writhed and gasped under his ministrations, was real.
He hadn’t thought of Daniel that much since he’d come to Atlantis, at least not consciously. Sometimes the enthusiasm of his fellow scientists in discovering a new piece of Ancient technology, or a ruin full of writing in Ancient, would remind him of the archaeologist and he would smile briefly in recollection, but he had never lain awake at night thinking of him. During his visits to Earth, a planet he no longer really thought of as home, he always wondered whether Daniel would contact him or whether their paths would somehow cross, but it never happened and something would soon push his ex-lover out of his mind.
When he’d heard that Daniel would be coming to Atlantis, however, his thoughts had turned more frequently to the archaeologist and Daniel had started appearing in his dreams - just his face at first, but gradually he began to take a more active role in Carson’s dreams, speaking to him and acting out the doctor’s memories of their past together. As the Daedalus’s arrival on Atlantis drew closer, Carson became more and more anxious and was no longer able to ignore the reason for his unease. After three years, he was apprehensive of seeing his lover again. He knew that being around the man he’d fallen so easily in love with might rekindle such feelings and he was afraid that if Daniel had changed or found someone else, his heart might break all over again. Being parted from him the first time was hard; he didn’t want to become so close once more, just to experience loss for a second time.
If Carson had believed that he might be able to avoid Daniel, it was obvious now that that was never going to have worked. Their paths would inevitably have crossed even if Carson had hidden in his quarters as soon as he’d heard that Dr Jackson was injured and coming to the infirmary (he’d considered it before dismissing the idea as childish). Now that they’d met again and his breath had caught in his chest the second he laid a finger on the man, he didn’t suppose he had anything to lose.
Which was why his deft fingers were tugging at the buttons on Daniel’s trousers and pulling the offending article away from the area he was so desperate to touch again. Daniel had lifted his hands over his head and was resting them on the headboard to avoid the temptation to grab hold of Carson and touch him as much as he wanted to. Soft words, barely loud enough to be heard kept escaping from his parted lips. Carson couldn’t make most of them out, but he got the general gist from “don’t stop” and “fuck, do that again!”
His lips were slightly swollen from the rough treatment Carson had given his mouth and his hair was messed up just enough to give him the gorgeous “molested” look that he used to wake up with when they were practically living together in Antarctica. Carson recalled fond memories of sleepy morning shower sex, and decided that they would have to do that at some point during Daniel’s stay here.
That would come later, though. Right now Carson was more interested in wrapping his hand around the big, hard cock he’d just discovered and stroking it roughly to the rhythm of Daniel’s heartbeat, which he could feel beneath the hand pressed against his lover’s chest. Daniel closed his eyes and moaned his appreciation, bucking his hips as Carson sped up his rhythm to match Daniel’s quickening heartbeat.
When Carson took his hand away and moved further up the narrow hospital bed to claim Daniel’s mouth with his tongue, he heard (and felt) his lover’s impatient growl, and sharp teeth nipped his lower lip impatiently. Pulling back and pushing Daniel’s arms down into the mattress, he gazed at the expanse of naked flesh hungrily.
“Not a good time to stop,” Daniel panted, straining against the hands that pinned him to the bed. He arched up against Carson, trying to find friction, but the doctor pushed back against him, holding him down with his entire body.
“Patience Danny,” Carson admonished, deliberately thickening his accent because he knew Daniel liked the Scottish brogue. “I have an idea, but it involves me moving to fetch something. Are you gonna stay still or will I be having to tie you down?”
Daniel wriggled against him. “Keep calling me ‘Danny’ and I’ll come no matter what you do,” he warned. Carson bit down on the sensitive skin that stretched across his throat and Daniel stopped struggling. “OK, OK, I’ll keep still,” he gasped.
“Are you sure you’d rather not be tied down?” Carson teased, licking the area he’d just bitten.
Biting his lip with a small whimper, Daniel tilted his head back to allow better access to his throat. “Tomorrow. You can tie me down tomorrow and do whatever you like to me.”
“I’ll be holding you to that promise,” Carson murmured against Daniel’s throat. He slid off the bed and stood up, noting that Daniel stayed exactly as he was, arms stretched out above him, head tilted back, legs spread apart invitingly. “Are you aware of how sinful you look?” he commented as he opened a freezer unit and took out a tray of ice cubes from the top shelf. A quick look around confirmed that they were still alone in the infirmary.
“You’ve corrupted me,” Daniel told him, voice dark and husky. “I used to be a good boy.”
Shaking his head in amusement, Carson carried the tray back to the bed. “I don’t believe a word of it.”
Noticing the tray for the first time, Daniel’s eyes widened. “What exactly are you planning to do with - guh…”
“What was that?” Carson asked innocently as he circled a nipple with one of the ice cubes and slid another down Daniel’s stomach. The fact that they were already melting showed just how hot Daniel’s skin was. Arching his back at the sudden coldness that went straight to his leaking cock, Daniel barely managed a senseless whimper. Carson took the ice away from his skin, allowing him to recover before he did it again. “You liked that, didn’t you Danny?”
“Fucking kinky bastard… shit!” The ice cubes were back, one gliding across his neck while another was rubbed over his other nipple. He shivered, partly in protest against the cold, but mostly because Carson was driving him crazy with pleasure but refused to touch his cock and allow him to come. Daniel was pretty sure that he was babbling; insulting and praising Carson in the same breath, although he had no idea whether he was speaking English any more. Carson seemed to understand what he was saying, though, because one ice cube was trailing down his stomach and then his cock was engulfed in a hot, wet mouth and he was coming and shuddering and gasping and telling Carson he was amazing in a dozen different languages.
When the aftershocks were gone and he’d made Carson come without using his hands and they lay awkwardly together on the bed, half on top of each other and completely naked, Daniel lifted his head from Carson’s chest and murmured, “Remember the sleepy morning shower sex?”
“I’ve scheduled it for tomorrow morning,” was the drowsy reply from somewhere above his head. A hand ran lazily through his hair, although by now it was so messed up that Carson was probably making it neater.
“Good forward planning,” Daniel yawned. It occurred to him that someone would eventually find them like this, but right now he was too contented to care.
“Go to sleep, ye daft bugger.”