Ficlet: (More) Sleep Like the Tide
Time Stamp Meme, response #1, for poisontaster:
Original Story: Sleep Like the Tide
Time Stamp: The day after
Fandom: SGA
Threesome: John/Rodney/Ronon
Rating: R
Word Count: 525
It's awkward in the morning when Ronon wakes them up at sunrise. John watches the tension seep back into Rodney so that there's nothing left of the man from the night before who was comfortable in his skin, who owned it and its reactions rather than the other way around. John's not doing much better; he distances himself from Rodney and Ronon, tugging on his pants in the corner of the room with his back to them.
Ronon is--well, Ronon is still on the nest of sleeping bags. Naked. And smirking. John kind of wants to toss a boot at him. Or suck his dick.
"Oh for the--could you please clothe yourself?" Rodney snaps. "Both of you!"
Rodney, of course, got all his clothes on, including boots, in a record twenty seconds. John looks up from digging through the tangled knot of remaining clothes and unties his shirt from one of Ronon's pants legs. And, seriously, how the hell does something like that happen?
"Here," he says and tosses Ronon's pants and shirt onto his chest.
"I'm fine like this," Ronon says, pushing the clothes off and stretching.
John swallows some moisture into his mouth and nods. "Well, yeah," he says because it's the god's honest truth of the situation.
"Do not encourage the cocktease!" Rodney says faintly, and when John looks at him he's flushed red and staring at Ronon with dark eyes.
John can't seem to look away, because Rodney's back to owning his body, which is just as hot as John remembers from the night before. He tears his eyes away after Ronon makes a sound and Rodney's mouth drops open.
Ronon is stroking himself idly, his long body stretched out like a pose, that damn smirk sharper and more pointed, and, "Jesus Christ," John hisses.
Someone's radio squawks right about then, and it's Elizabeth calling them all together for breakfast and a meeting. Ronon gets up and dressed, though John's not really sure if that's an improvement, because Ronon really knows how to work those damn leathers of his, and he is such a cocktease that John spends most of the four hour long meeting with his dick hard.
Rodney lines up their excuse--some vague yet complicated sounding words that give Elizabeth the impression they're going to run diagnostics--and John and Ronon follow him to the chair room. As soon as the door's shut Rodney grabs John and kisses him and John walks them across the room and pushes him against a wall.
"Don't let him," Rodney gasps into his mouth, and John has no idea what he's talking about until Ronon tries to join them and Rodney pulls John away. "It's our turn," Rodney tells Ronon. "Watch."
That seems like a shitty plan to John, who's been thinking of Ronon's dick for a large portion of the day, but when he lifts his head from Rodney's neck he sees the look on Ronon's face. Frustrated and turned on and wound tight and tense.
"Oh," John says and it's his turn to smirk as he sinks to his knees and opens Rodney's pants.
"Cockteases," Ronon snarls.
"Exactly," Rodney says breathlessly, his hands already going to John's hair.
.End
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Original Story: Sleep Like the Tide
Time Stamp: The day after
Fandom: SGA
Threesome: John/Rodney/Ronon
Rating: R
Word Count: 525
It's awkward in the morning when Ronon wakes them up at sunrise. John watches the tension seep back into Rodney so that there's nothing left of the man from the night before who was comfortable in his skin, who owned it and its reactions rather than the other way around. John's not doing much better; he distances himself from Rodney and Ronon, tugging on his pants in the corner of the room with his back to them.
Ronon is--well, Ronon is still on the nest of sleeping bags. Naked. And smirking. John kind of wants to toss a boot at him. Or suck his dick.
"Oh for the--could you please clothe yourself?" Rodney snaps. "Both of you!"
Rodney, of course, got all his clothes on, including boots, in a record twenty seconds. John looks up from digging through the tangled knot of remaining clothes and unties his shirt from one of Ronon's pants legs. And, seriously, how the hell does something like that happen?
"Here," he says and tosses Ronon's pants and shirt onto his chest.
"I'm fine like this," Ronon says, pushing the clothes off and stretching.
John swallows some moisture into his mouth and nods. "Well, yeah," he says because it's the god's honest truth of the situation.
"Do not encourage the cocktease!" Rodney says faintly, and when John looks at him he's flushed red and staring at Ronon with dark eyes.
John can't seem to look away, because Rodney's back to owning his body, which is just as hot as John remembers from the night before. He tears his eyes away after Ronon makes a sound and Rodney's mouth drops open.
Ronon is stroking himself idly, his long body stretched out like a pose, that damn smirk sharper and more pointed, and, "Jesus Christ," John hisses.
Someone's radio squawks right about then, and it's Elizabeth calling them all together for breakfast and a meeting. Ronon gets up and dressed, though John's not really sure if that's an improvement, because Ronon really knows how to work those damn leathers of his, and he is such a cocktease that John spends most of the four hour long meeting with his dick hard.
Rodney lines up their excuse--some vague yet complicated sounding words that give Elizabeth the impression they're going to run diagnostics--and John and Ronon follow him to the chair room. As soon as the door's shut Rodney grabs John and kisses him and John walks them across the room and pushes him against a wall.
"Don't let him," Rodney gasps into his mouth, and John has no idea what he's talking about until Ronon tries to join them and Rodney pulls John away. "It's our turn," Rodney tells Ronon. "Watch."
That seems like a shitty plan to John, who's been thinking of Ronon's dick for a large portion of the day, but when he lifts his head from Rodney's neck he sees the look on Ronon's face. Frustrated and turned on and wound tight and tense.
"Oh," John says and it's his turn to smirk as he sinks to his knees and opens Rodney's pants.
"Cockteases," Ronon snarls.
"Exactly," Rodney says breathlessly, his hands already going to John's hair.
.End
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