City Games
Okay, so I decided to open a new journal that reflects my love of Atlantis and what better way to start than with a story.
Title: City Games
Author: Lantean Drift
Pairing: McKay/Shep/Dex threesome
Rating: NC-17
Summary: John challenges Rodney to a game of Cat and Mouse - Atlantis style - Rodney enlists Ronon's help.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, they're not mine, I'm just playing.
Beta: The most fabulously wonderful bluespirit_star all my love and thanks.xx.
City Games
By
Lantean Drift
“Colonel Sheppard?”
“Colonel?”
“McKay to Sheppard, come in Colonel.”
John ignored Rodney’s voice buzzing down his earpiece.
“Colonel, come in! Oh, for - McKay to Dr. Weir.”
“Go ahead, Rodney.”
“Ah, Elizabeth, yes, do you know if Colonel Sheppard is still sulking? He’s not answering his radio.”
John ignored both Rodney and Elizabeth as they openly discussed his ‘tendency to sulk’ over the command channel. Oh well, at least it wasn’t over a completely open frequency. John sighed and dropped himself down to sit on the metal mesh of the high walkway. The room he’d found to su…take a break in was huge, it looked kind of like an empty warehouse, hollow, vast and it echoed when he ran up or down the metal grate stairs.
Besides, he wasn’t sulking, he was just hiding out on the lower levels for a while. He squeezed his legs under the bars of the barrier and let his feet swing free, so high above the solid floor of the cavernous room.
Doctors McKay and Zelenka and a scary hatchet-faced lab technician who looked like she should be called ‘Helke’ had spent the entire afternoon hounding him into switching some random ancient device on and off and as near as John could tell it was just a damn lamp - it didn’t seem to do anything but light up and switch off, light up and switch off. Rodney had become frustrated when it obviously only worked for natural carriers of the Ancient gene and even more pissy than usual as the afternoon wore on and the device refused to do anything spectacular, even for John.
Zelenka had wandered off after a few hours, seemingly bored by the whole ‘lamp on, lamp off’ exercise. He had also, thankfully, reassigned Hatchet Face to getting on with some of her existing work. With her out of the way John figured he could easily make it out the door without being embarrassingly tackled and pinned to the floor by a girl.
John had switched the lamp off, shamelessly lied to McKay, saying that something had altered at the back of the device and Rodney should take a look, waited until he’d bent over the lamp then bolted for the door, thinking it open as he ran. He was down the hall and into the transporter before McKay had time to so much as yell after him.
By the time he reached the Gate Room he’d told Rodney to go away twice and had firmly decided to ignore the flow of insulting, though rather inventive, language that had been fired into his ear.
He’d run into Ronon - literally as he’d rounded the corner too fast and collided with 6’4” of very solid Satedan. John thought there were worse things to run into and was grateful Ronon had had the foresight to put his arms out to catch him and put him back on his feet.
“Thanks, Big Guy, if you see McKay tell him you saw me going into the mess.”
“Okay,” Ronon shrugged and let him go.
John just grinned and ran in the opposite direction.
Next he’d run into Chuck.
“Hey man, they let you leave your desk, that’s great. Listen if you see McKay tell him you saw me going towards the briefing rooms.”
“Sure, I was just returning this to him actually,” Chuck had waved a little palm-sized doohickey about and John had had an idea.
One of the hand-held life sign detectors. Perfect.
“Hey, could I borrow that, I’ll return it to McKay just as soon as I’m done, you can trust me. Should only take a couple of hours.” John had used his ‘friendly commanding officer face’ and Chuck had handed it over immediately.
“Remember, I was heading towards the briefing rooms if he asks.”
Chuck had just nodded as John had headed for another transporter and let the door slide shut.
He walked the city for a while, heading for the unused areas, enjoying the peace as much as he could before his sense of duty inevitably kicked back in and he went back to the labs with a peace offering of real coffee from his own stash to placate Rodney. Or at least to stop him from yelling for too long.
But first he was going to hide out for just a little while longer in the warehouse room, ignoring Rodney and Elizabeth talking over the radio and looking at the little blinking light that showed his position on the life signs detector. He wondered idly that if he got into one of the Puddle Jumpers and cloaked it whether it would hide him from the detectors - of course all it would take was someone to notice one of the Jumpers was gone and he’d be found. It would take Rodney precisely 4.52 seconds to realize that he hadn’t taken the jumper anywhere; it was sat in front of them with John inside. Then he’d have to go back to the labs without the benefit of having gone back willingly. With coffee.
That idea sucked.
What he needed was something that cloaked just him, let him hide, unseen and protected by his beautiful city. John thought about it hard and came up with nothing.
He folded his arms on the bottom bar of the metal railing and leaned out over it to look down. He really was quite high up.
Rodney hailed him again. John glanced at the detector to check there were no little dots approaching his. There weren’t - in fact there was nothing, not even his dot. He poked the little screen extending the range - there were dots for all the people going about their work in the labs, the Gate Room, the infirmary, the mess, Elizabeth was with someone in her office but there was no dot where he was standing.
Huh. Cool.
Atlantis had heard him, she always heard him. Rodney was going to be so pissed, he constantly groused about how Atlantis was John’s city, she loved him most. Maybe Rodney was right - Atlantis obviously did love him today. John leapt to his feet and, re-focusing the range of the scanner back to this room, he ran along the walkway.
Nothing came up.
He went out into the hallway and ran to the nearest transporter, his destination the furthest point of the parts the expedition had explored so far.
Still nothing.
It was like being a kid and having your ultimate wish granted - it was like becoming Captain Invisible! Or Colonel Invisible, as the case may be.
John whooped and went and leaned against the wall, pressing his cheek to the smooth surface and running his fingers across it in a caress.
“You really are the best city a guy could wish for, you know? Wanna help me irritate Rodney?” John swore she purred, Atlantis was purring at him, he was certain of it and he just knew that meant she was game, “sure you do.”
John keyed his radio.
“Hey Rodney, if you can find me in under an hour I’ll spend a full five hours turning on that damn lamp and anything else you want me to. How does that sound?”
Rodney had ended his conversation with Elizabeth, tried John one more time then sighed in irritated disgust.
He eyed the lamp distastefully and poked it once or twice. Of course, nothing happened when he prodded it - it only seemed to want to turn on when John touched it. Rodney couldn’t be too bitter; he knew the feeling.
He blinked and shook himself as the Colonel’s voice slid down the radio.
“Hey Rodney, if you can find me in under an hour I’ll spend a full five hours turning on that damn lamp and anything else you want me to. How does that sound?”
Rodney spluttered.
“What?! All the work we have to do and you want to waste time playing games? Aren’t you a little old for Cat n’ Mouse, Colonel?
McKay to Zelenka, I think I’ve worked out what the ‘lamp’ really does, it regresses the brain cells, turning the user back into a stupid, child-like state. No wonder it took us so long to figure out when we were using Colonel Sheppard as a test subject.”
“Rodney - ”
“Really, Colonel, we don’t have time for this. Just come on back to the labs - I can even have Beckett standing by to check you out in the unlikely case that anything did manage to penetrate that thick skull of yours. What do you say, hmm?”
Rodney waited.
“Well,” came the drawl down the wire, “firstly I’d say it’s just a lamp, nothing more, let it go. Secondly I’d say come on McKay, don’t be scared, take up the challenge. I’ll let you use anything you like to find me, all you gotta do is track me down.”
“I can use anything to track you? There are no limits?”
“Absolutely anything, if Atlantis has it, you can use it.”
John sounded awfully smug.
“Hmm, then from that I am able to draw the following conclusions; you have found a new toy, something interesting that we were previously unaware of and want to try it out in what, I can only guess, your simple little mind sees as an experiment. Also, that you haven’t regressed to a child-like state because you have, in fact, never grown out of it.” Rodney came to rest with both hands on his hips, scowling at the empty lab in front of him.
“Come on, Rodney. It’s just an hour of your time. Come play with me, have a little fun.”
Rodney sighed, but a half grin quirked at his lips as he rolled his eyes. John certainly sounded excited about something and far be it from Rodney to deny him the chance to actually relax and enjoy himself for a little while.
Rodney caught himself smiling and exchanged it for a scowl as quickly as possible.
“Fine, fine,” he snapped down the radio, “but I’d just like to say you’re a complete pain in the ass, Colonel.”
“Thank you Dr. McKay, you don’t do too badly yourself, you know. You have one hour. Sheppard out.”
Rodney spent his first ten minutes up in the control rooms, getting in the way of those actually working, as he did a complete scan of the city. Nothing out of the ordinary stood out. There were one or two solitary dots but they were in the living quarters, Sheppard’s room, however was empty.
“Fifty minutes left, McKay.”
John was already crowing triumphantly and they’d hardly begun.
“You know, Colonel, I’m beginning to wonder about your obsession with counting down time. Is there some past trauma we should worry about?” Rodney asked absently as he narrowed his search down, double-checking Sheppard’s usual haunts.
“Only a future one you need worry about, Rodney.” John said sweetly.
“Yes and as you can imagine, working with you on a day to day basis is traumatic enough. Now shut up while I find you.”
The radio went blissfully quiet and Rodney returned to work, barely noticing Teyla and Elizabeth in her office or Chuck and his team trying to work around him.
“Want some help?”
McKay looked up as Ronon approached with that lazily amused expression that he often wore when talking to Rodney. Irritated him no end.
“No. Yes, actually. Stay here and keep an eye on that,” he pointed to the large screen that was currently displaying a small number of dots scattered around Atlantis. “If another one appears or suddenly does something hinky, let me know, it could be Sheppard.”
Ronon looked slightly baffled at ‘hinky’ but nodded anyway.
“What are the parameters of your search?” Ronon asked, “I mean Teyla and Dr. Weir aren’t on here,” he said glancing back at the two women, they were clearly visible sat in Elizabeth’s glass office but they weren’t registered on the screen in front of him. “You’ve obviously filtered out the women.”
“Yes, also any Athosians that are in the city, their genetic make up is slightly different to that of Earth humans so it was easy enough to eliminate them from the search. Same with you, that’s why you’re not on there. I then used part of the detector’s programming that works rather like a context dependent search engine and did a search for life signs that were no older or younger than thirty nine Earth years old. So those few dots you can see are all the male members of the expedition that are the same age as Colonel Sheppard.”
“Impressive,” Ronon nodded.
“Yes. Except none of them is the Colonel.”
“How d’you know?”
“Because we wouldn’t be playing this ridiculous game if I could track him down using the life signs detector. He’s obviously found a way to cloak himself from it, he’s hardly going to be playing hide and seek in the shadows. There’s got to be another way to - search - for - wait! I’ve got an idea. Oh, it’s brilliant. Wait here, don’t go anywhere, keep an eye on that screen I’ll be right back.”
Rodney heard Ronon calling after him but was too busy running towards the transporter to care - this was going to work.
He stopped outside the door to John’s quarters and waited, right on cue John’s voice drawled down the radio.
“Rodney, what are you doing right outside my door?”
Uh huh, that confirmed that John had his own detector.
“Think it open for me.” Rodney demanded.
“No. Why? Are you already so desperate you’re searching in person, we’re only twenty-seven minutes into the game?”
“You said I could use anything on Atlantis to search for you, think your door open, Flyboy, I want to check your room.”
“I’m not in there.”
“Pfft, you want me just to take your word for that? You seem awfully reluctant to let me in Colonel, are you sure you’re not in there.”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“Well, I’d like to check for myself. Open it.”
“Fine,” John was sounding smug again, “waste your time but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
The door slid open before him and Rodney stalked into the room. He had no intention of searching for John, he knew damn well he wasn’t in there but he did know what he needed and where it was kept.
As he left the room, letting the door slide closed behind him, he ignored John’s demanding voice in his ear and felt a little smug himself.
John was feeling decidedly less confident after his thirty minute call had gone unanswered and his twenty minute call had been met with a cheerful sounding “thank you, Colonel, be with you soon. I’m just finishing my coffee.”
Anything that made Rodney that cheerful made him nervous.
He checked the life signs detector again - he was still invisible and he was certain that the dot he had followed from his room to the lab then up to the control room was McKay. How could Rodney be so sure of himself, he was still stood by the main control panel on the other side of Atlantis and couldn’t possibly be that close to catching up with him.
John frowned and ran a hand through his hair as he paced the length of the room, his stomach churned a little and he cursed - he just knew McKay had found a way to reach him.
Bastard.
Rodney looked down into his cup and frowned, he really had just finished his coffee. Oh well, he’d got his results now; there was no need to fetch more. He and Ronon had plenty to do.
“Okay, you see this blob here that’s moving backwards and forwards? That’s Colonel Sheppard, he’s pacing. He suspects we’ve found him but he can’t figure out how. And I guess he was right, this is kind of fun.”
“How do you know that’s Sheppard?” Ronon asked leaning back in his chair and looking at the little red dot McKay was pointing at. “I mean there’s another one right where you are and two moving together through the corridor by the briefing room.”
“The other dots are registered on the life signs detector so they can’t be Sheppard and apart from the one that is in fact - well, me, this one has the densest mass of isobutylene Ethylmaleimide Hydroxyethylmaleimide Copolymer and Petrolatum.”
“And that makes it Sheppard, how?”
Rodney reached into his jacket pocket and with a triumphant ‘ta daa’ he held out a tub of hair gel.
“You stole Sheppard’s hair gel and used it to track him?”
Ronon looked torn between impressed and horrified.
“Actually I borrowed it, checked the ingredients, and using a similar technique as Peter Grodin did when he was tracking the big shadowy darkness that tried to suck the living energy out of the city - ”
“Big shadowy darkness?”
“Oh that’s right, you weren’t here then, it was nasty, trust me, but I - err, saved the day, you could say.”
“You?” Ronon looked doubtful.
“Yes me, anyway, using a similar method I managed to find the locations of the highest quantities and then by cross-referencing it with the results that the life signs detector is giving us I was able to find three possible matches and by the way that solitary one is pacing up and down all alone in the lower levels, I’d say it’s Sheppard.”
Ronon actually laughed.
Rodney grinned.
“Okay, so what’s next?” Ronon asked, taking the little blue tub of hair gel from Rodney and turning it around in his hands to read the ingredients list, smiling as he did so.
“Next is where you really come in,” Rodney was already moving again, tapping away at the screen of the life signs detector. “If I know John Sheppard well enough, which I really hope I do, he’ll have his scanner set on a short enough range that he can focus on any movement that comes within its scope but wide enough that he has plenty of time to move when it does.”
Rodney couldn’t help but bounce a little as he finished his immediate task.
“There, done. I’ve used this machine to broadcast search guidelines, that omit your specific DNA, to all the hand-held units. Sheppard won’t realize it but his device is now locked on to the master signal that won’t show you on any of the read-outs. All you have to do is use those ‘super tracking skills’ to catch and sit on him, then I’ll come along and mock him mercilessly, maybe tickle him right in that spot under his ribs that always makes him squirm, if I’m still feeling this chipper when I reach him.”
Ronon was quirking his eyebrow but he looked amused and amenable, which was a relief because really Rodney’s whole plan depended on Ronon actually pinning John down now.
“Isn’t that cheating?” the big guy rumbled.
“No, no, I don’t believe Colonel Sheppard said anything about tickling being against the rules.”
Both eyebrows.
“Oh, I see. No, Colonel Sheppard distinctly said if Atlantis has it, I can use it so I’m going to use you. Well, not use you, more like ‘enlist your help’, ‘bring you on board’, as it were. That is if you’re agreeable, of course. Ahem, is it warm in here? So, what do you say?” Rodney smiled with what he hoped was an encouraging smile, but he couldn’t be sure.
Ronon crossed his arms, ran his fingertips over his beard then nodded once.
“Okay, I’m in.”
“Great, give me one second.”
Rodney dashed to the nearest laptop and tapped in a quick command, feeling remarkably pleased with himself.
“There. That should do it. We now have a closed frequency that only you and I can hear just be sure to tap the earpiece twice in quick succession before you speak to me. If you only tap it once you’ll still be on the command frequency which we can all hear so don’t get it wrong.”
“Understood.”
Ronon double-checked the location of the little glowing mass that was apparently hair gel on legs and set off towards the nearest transporter.
“Umm, Ronon?” McKay called him back, one small factor worrying him just slightly.
“Yeah?”
“Remember, just sit on him, no blasting of any kind required.”
“Got it,” Ronon smirked in a way that Rodney found wholly unsettling then disappeared from view.
Rodney swallowed and reached for his coffee cup, turning it upside down hopelessly when he remembered it was empty.
Ronon moved silently along the corridor on the lower level, he knew Sheppard was on the other side of this wall, just waiting to be found. He crouched down low and poked his head through the door way, his eyes immediately adjusting to the dim light as he scanned the room for the Colonel.
There.
He’d stopped pacing, he was just leaning casually over the balcony, taunting Rodney about the amount of time he had left.
“Fifteen minutes to go McKay and you’re still in the Gate Room, I can see you. Why don’t you tell me who’s in with Elizabeth seeing as you’re still right by her office.”
Ronon grinned, Sheppard had no idea what was about to hit him. He heard Rodney answering.
“That would be Teyla, in fact they’re waving to me. Yes, hello. But don’t get too sure of yourself there Colonel, I can be with you in well under fifteen minutes.”
“Really, and what’s gonna stop me from just walking away once you start moving?”
Ronon couldn’t resist an opening like that. He leapt forward and grabbed Sheppard’s shoulders.
“I am.”
“Shit!” John would have jumped back but for Mt-fucking-Sateda behind him with a vice-like grip on his shoulders.
“Ah,” a triumphant voice crowed down the line, “is that Ronon I hear?”
John couldn’t answer he was too busy spluttering incomprehensibly, something about ‘how’ and ‘what the fuck’.
“Ronon here, I got him. Come on down, McKay.”
“On my way, thanks, Big Guy.”
Rodney reached them just as John, now pinned helplessly under Ronon’s considerable bulk, was promising his captor a share in McKay’s apparently-not-so-secret-after-all chocolate stash.
“Nuh uh,” Ronon shook his head.
“Oh come on, what has McKay promised you, huh?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“Nope.”
“Then why are you doing this to me? I thought we were teammates, buddies, friends! Come on, let me up.”
“No way.”
“Argh. Why not?” John was struggling pitifully underneath him.
“Because McKay’s knowledge of the workings of this city could make for a very uncomfortable time in my quarters. That plus I like the way you squirm.”
McKay did a double take; unsure he’d heard right.
“You do, huh?” John sounded, well, breathless.
“Yeah,” and Ronon sounded horny. There was no way Rodney was letting this continue without his supervision.
“Well, well Colonel. Seems I found you after all,” he announced, stepping up to them and peering down at Sheppard pityingly.
“You cheated,” John just about managed to tear his eyes away from Ronon and look at him.
“Not at all, you put the entire resources of Atlantis at my disposal and I used them to outwit you, hardly taxing though as I’m sure you’re aware having been caught in - huh, forty-seven minutes,” he grinned consulting his watch.
“You didn’t catch me - Ronon did.”
“Yes, and who do you think tracked you down, established a lock on your location, temporarily re-programmed the life sign detectors then sent him down here to sit on you?” He looked down at John who was still pinned neatly between Ronon’s knees.
“You told him to sit on me?” John asked.
McKay nodded.
“I’d have sat on you whether he told me to or not,” Ronon added almost wistfully.
“Colonel,” McKay stuttered, his mouth going dry as he watched John’s eyes flick back to Ronon’s. Their gaze locked as John deliberately squirmed under Ronon’s weight making him hiss as he spread his knees to lower himself further onto John’s body. “ When you said you’d spend five hours turning things on I’m not sure Ronon…was…oh god…”
Ronon had transferred both of Sheppard’s wrists into the grip of one of his huge hands, stretching them out behind his head as his other hand unzipped and pushed aside John’s vest before running skillfully underneath the black cotton t-shirt that clung next to the Colonel’s skin.
Rodney wasn’t sure that he’d ever seen anything hotter than that in his entire life.
“Uh, Ronon, - ”
“Rodney,” John shuddered, “either shut up and go away or get over here, right now.”
“I just - ”
“McKay!”
“Fine. I…what…where do you want me?” Rodney asked awkwardly, taking a step towards them and halting.
He noticed entirely too late the look and the nod the other two exchanged and before he knew it Ronon was on his feet and stood behind him and John was upright and stalking towards him.
“Uhh - ”
John backed him up until he hit something hot and solid, no prizes for guessing what, as hands clamped on his hips from behind holding him in place and surprisingly gentle lips brushed behind his ear and placed burning kisses down the length of his neck. John was suddenly pressed very firmly against his front and Rodney groaned as Sheppard moved, deliciously pushing against him, making him feel his need.
Rodney reached out and grabbed handfuls of dark, unruly hair and pulled John in for a desperate kiss. There was a low growl from somewhere behind him, Rodney pulled back breathlessly, untangling one hand from John’s hair and reaching behind him to run his fingers down the side of Ronon’s face and guide him over his shoulder to where Sheppard’s mouth waited for him.
As he held their heads together he felt Ronon’s arms stretch right around him and grab at John’s hips pulling him impossibly closer. Sheppard’s hands were working their way under Rodney’s shirt to skim lightly up his sides and onto his chest. When nails scraped over his nipples Rodney cried out and dropped his head to John’s shoulder, using his teeth to nip lightly at the crook of his neck.
Ronon stepped out from behind him and pulled his shirt over his head, letting it drop carelessly to the cold metal floor. John moved off to do the same but his eyes stayed on Rodney as he turned to Ronon, his hands reaching out to touch all that he could reach. His palms ran against skin, hot and smooth like liquid steel and Rodney just had to taste it. He bought his lips to Ronon’s chest and let his tongue flick out against the hardening nipples, catching them between his teeth and biting with just enough pressure to elicit a groan.
Ronon’s huge hand cupped the back of his head, guiding him first to lavish some attention on the other nipple, then up to tilt back and be kissed, thoroughly kissed. A heavily demanding tongue pushed its way into his mouth and Rodney welcomed it, sucking on it, never wanting it to leave.
John was behind him now, running hands up his back lifting his shirt, forcing him to pull away from Ronon’s mouth so it could be lifted right over his head and discarded to the floor.
Ronon guided them to the edge of the walkway, John stayed behind Rodney as Ronon dropped to his knees in front and began working at his zipper with his teeth.
“Oh my god,” was pretty much all Rodney could manage in between gasps.
“Shhh, it’s gonna be great,” John whispered hot and low right in his ear before biting and sucking on the sensitive skin of his earlobe.
Rodney decided he must have a thing about hair as he found himself with one hand flung back over his shoulder pulling John around by his hair to kiss him clumsily as his other hand tangled and twisted into the thick dreads that were now level with his waist.
Ronon was obviously done teasing him as his zip was yanked down and his pants and boxers were shoved unceremoniously past his knees. Rodney cried out harsh and desperate as Ronon’s tongue swiped over the tip of his cock. John’s arms wrapped around his chest tightly and pulled him close, watching Ronon take another swipe from over Rodney’s shoulder.
“Please, damnit - just - ” Rodney cried out again.
He watched as Ronon looked up at them, wicked pleasure in his eyes as he leaned in, took the tip of McKay’s cock into his mouth and sucked, slowly drawing him further in between the tight circle of his lips. John gasped and let out a stream of hot breath against his ear, lips noticibly trembling where they were pressed to his skin.
Rodney felt John thrust against him suddenly, obviously unable to hold back any longer, pushing him further into Ronon’s mouth and making him cry out.
Ronon pulled back, making McKay whimper.
“Sheppard, take him.”
“Yes,” McKay added, “fuck, yes.”
John didn’t have to wait for further reassurance he let go of Rodney and grabbed his vest from the floor, scrabbling through the pockets until he came up with a small tube and a condom.
“Boy scout.” Rodney scoffed but let himself be guided forward to lean over Ronon who reached up to support his hips and idly trace his lips over McKay’s thighs, teasing between his legs until he was gasping for breath and on the verge of begging for more.
Ronon just kept teasing him, giving John plenty of time to push one lube-slicked finger deep inside him and turn it slowly.
“More,” Rodney demanded immediately, needing this, needing to feel it, to feel John inside him.
“Pushy,” John murmured but added another finger, stretching Rodney and teasing him with the promise of more.
“Come on, come on,” McKay pushed back against him as he added the third finger.
“Rodney - ”
“You’re not going to hurt me, John, just do it,” Rodney pleaded shamelessly.
He knew he’d won the moment Sheppard’s fingers slipped out of him; he waited, very patiently in his own opinion, as John prepared himself and slowly pushed against the tight muscle.
Rodney pushed back carefully, encouraging him to enter him fully. John was panting now, his breath heavy and remarkably hot as it pounded against Rodney’s neck again and again and again, short and sharp and constant.
“Move, John,” Rodney demanded, feeling the hesitation in the man behind him. “Come on, before Ronon gets, ah, gets bored,” he panted pushing himself back to feel John move deeper inside him.
“Damnit, Rodney,” John groaned and began to move, pulling out slowly then pushing back in with agonizing patience.
“That’s it, come on.”
“Yes!”
Rodney yelled out wordlessly as Ronon took him back into his mouth and swallowed him deep into his throat. He bucked helplessly, slamming himself back against John and feeling his cock drive deep within him, hitting his prostate and sending little sparks of light pricking in his eyes.
“Argh, fuck, yes!” he cried as they did it again, Ronon countering John’s thrusts, driving him wild, pushing him over the edge. He tried to warn them that he was close, tried to tell Ronon but it was too late, he was too far gone and was coming hard into Ronon’s mouth, watching as he swallowed it all, milking Rodney for every last drop as John stiffened behind him and came hard with a shout and a long moan.
Rodney let Sheppard pull out slowly before dropping to his knees in front of Ronon and taking the big guy in his hand. He spared a moment to be thankful it was John that had taken him, before turning his attention back to drawing desperate cries from Ronon. It only took moments before he was wrapping his own hand around McKay’s and pulling hard, wildly bringing himself to completion.
Rodney felt well fucked, which, he reminded himself as he carefully climbed out of the shower, he really was.
He dried himself off and put on clean boxers and t-shirt then padded out to the bedroom. Ronon was already lying propped against the headboard just waiting for him to come out. Before he’d made it as far as the bed there was a knock at the door and he opened it to let John slip inside.
Without a word Rodney climbed into bed and settled back against Ronon’s chest, opening his arms to allow John to settle face first against his stomach. His fingers crept gently into the still damp hair and twisted it lovingly.
John sighed contentedly.
“So, I’ve told you how I avoided the scanners but you never said how you got past that fact that I was cloaked by Atlantis…”
There was a long pause, Rodney had no intention of answering John but then Ronon did it for him.
“McKay tracked your hair gel.”
John bent his head at a very unnatural angle to look up.
“You tracked my hair gel?”
Rodney grinned and stroked his cheek - it seemed appropriate somehow.
“Mmm hmm, well I traced some of the chemical properties of your hair gel using a similar device to the life sign detector.”
“That’s what you wanted from my room?” John asked, lying his head back down to allow McKay better access to his hair.
“Yep.”
“To steal my hair gel and use it against me?”
“Borrow it and use it, yes.”
“I can’t believe you caught me by tracking my hair gel. That’s so unbelievably stupid it’s brilliant.”
“Well, Ronon helped.”
“Sure.”
“He did,” McKay insisted.
“I know.”
It was McKay’s turn to sigh as John skimmed his hands up over Rodney’s thighs and wrapped his arms around him to reach for Ronon.
“I think we should play again tomorrow,” Ronon murmured lazily over Rodney’s shoulder making him smile as he felt the little gust of John’s gentle laugh against his stomach.
“Okay, sure,” John drawled, his voice half asleep already.
“Agreed,” Rodney leaned back, closed his eyes and smiled.
The End.
.xx.
Title: City Games
Author: Lantean Drift
Pairing: McKay/Shep/Dex threesome
Rating: NC-17
Summary: John challenges Rodney to a game of Cat and Mouse - Atlantis style - Rodney enlists Ronon's help.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, they're not mine, I'm just playing.
Beta: The most fabulously wonderful bluespirit_star all my love and thanks.xx.
City Games
By
Lantean Drift
“Colonel Sheppard?”
“Colonel?”
“McKay to Sheppard, come in Colonel.”
John ignored Rodney’s voice buzzing down his earpiece.
“Colonel, come in! Oh, for - McKay to Dr. Weir.”
“Go ahead, Rodney.”
“Ah, Elizabeth, yes, do you know if Colonel Sheppard is still sulking? He’s not answering his radio.”
John ignored both Rodney and Elizabeth as they openly discussed his ‘tendency to sulk’ over the command channel. Oh well, at least it wasn’t over a completely open frequency. John sighed and dropped himself down to sit on the metal mesh of the high walkway. The room he’d found to su…take a break in was huge, it looked kind of like an empty warehouse, hollow, vast and it echoed when he ran up or down the metal grate stairs.
Besides, he wasn’t sulking, he was just hiding out on the lower levels for a while. He squeezed his legs under the bars of the barrier and let his feet swing free, so high above the solid floor of the cavernous room.
Doctors McKay and Zelenka and a scary hatchet-faced lab technician who looked like she should be called ‘Helke’ had spent the entire afternoon hounding him into switching some random ancient device on and off and as near as John could tell it was just a damn lamp - it didn’t seem to do anything but light up and switch off, light up and switch off. Rodney had become frustrated when it obviously only worked for natural carriers of the Ancient gene and even more pissy than usual as the afternoon wore on and the device refused to do anything spectacular, even for John.
Zelenka had wandered off after a few hours, seemingly bored by the whole ‘lamp on, lamp off’ exercise. He had also, thankfully, reassigned Hatchet Face to getting on with some of her existing work. With her out of the way John figured he could easily make it out the door without being embarrassingly tackled and pinned to the floor by a girl.
John had switched the lamp off, shamelessly lied to McKay, saying that something had altered at the back of the device and Rodney should take a look, waited until he’d bent over the lamp then bolted for the door, thinking it open as he ran. He was down the hall and into the transporter before McKay had time to so much as yell after him.
By the time he reached the Gate Room he’d told Rodney to go away twice and had firmly decided to ignore the flow of insulting, though rather inventive, language that had been fired into his ear.
He’d run into Ronon - literally as he’d rounded the corner too fast and collided with 6’4” of very solid Satedan. John thought there were worse things to run into and was grateful Ronon had had the foresight to put his arms out to catch him and put him back on his feet.
“Thanks, Big Guy, if you see McKay tell him you saw me going into the mess.”
“Okay,” Ronon shrugged and let him go.
John just grinned and ran in the opposite direction.
Next he’d run into Chuck.
“Hey man, they let you leave your desk, that’s great. Listen if you see McKay tell him you saw me going towards the briefing rooms.”
“Sure, I was just returning this to him actually,” Chuck had waved a little palm-sized doohickey about and John had had an idea.
One of the hand-held life sign detectors. Perfect.
“Hey, could I borrow that, I’ll return it to McKay just as soon as I’m done, you can trust me. Should only take a couple of hours.” John had used his ‘friendly commanding officer face’ and Chuck had handed it over immediately.
“Remember, I was heading towards the briefing rooms if he asks.”
Chuck had just nodded as John had headed for another transporter and let the door slide shut.
He walked the city for a while, heading for the unused areas, enjoying the peace as much as he could before his sense of duty inevitably kicked back in and he went back to the labs with a peace offering of real coffee from his own stash to placate Rodney. Or at least to stop him from yelling for too long.
But first he was going to hide out for just a little while longer in the warehouse room, ignoring Rodney and Elizabeth talking over the radio and looking at the little blinking light that showed his position on the life signs detector. He wondered idly that if he got into one of the Puddle Jumpers and cloaked it whether it would hide him from the detectors - of course all it would take was someone to notice one of the Jumpers was gone and he’d be found. It would take Rodney precisely 4.52 seconds to realize that he hadn’t taken the jumper anywhere; it was sat in front of them with John inside. Then he’d have to go back to the labs without the benefit of having gone back willingly. With coffee.
That idea sucked.
What he needed was something that cloaked just him, let him hide, unseen and protected by his beautiful city. John thought about it hard and came up with nothing.
He folded his arms on the bottom bar of the metal railing and leaned out over it to look down. He really was quite high up.
Rodney hailed him again. John glanced at the detector to check there were no little dots approaching his. There weren’t - in fact there was nothing, not even his dot. He poked the little screen extending the range - there were dots for all the people going about their work in the labs, the Gate Room, the infirmary, the mess, Elizabeth was with someone in her office but there was no dot where he was standing.
Huh. Cool.
Atlantis had heard him, she always heard him. Rodney was going to be so pissed, he constantly groused about how Atlantis was John’s city, she loved him most. Maybe Rodney was right - Atlantis obviously did love him today. John leapt to his feet and, re-focusing the range of the scanner back to this room, he ran along the walkway.
Nothing came up.
He went out into the hallway and ran to the nearest transporter, his destination the furthest point of the parts the expedition had explored so far.
Still nothing.
It was like being a kid and having your ultimate wish granted - it was like becoming Captain Invisible! Or Colonel Invisible, as the case may be.
John whooped and went and leaned against the wall, pressing his cheek to the smooth surface and running his fingers across it in a caress.
“You really are the best city a guy could wish for, you know? Wanna help me irritate Rodney?” John swore she purred, Atlantis was purring at him, he was certain of it and he just knew that meant she was game, “sure you do.”
John keyed his radio.
“Hey Rodney, if you can find me in under an hour I’ll spend a full five hours turning on that damn lamp and anything else you want me to. How does that sound?”
Rodney had ended his conversation with Elizabeth, tried John one more time then sighed in irritated disgust.
He eyed the lamp distastefully and poked it once or twice. Of course, nothing happened when he prodded it - it only seemed to want to turn on when John touched it. Rodney couldn’t be too bitter; he knew the feeling.
He blinked and shook himself as the Colonel’s voice slid down the radio.
“Hey Rodney, if you can find me in under an hour I’ll spend a full five hours turning on that damn lamp and anything else you want me to. How does that sound?”
Rodney spluttered.
“What?! All the work we have to do and you want to waste time playing games? Aren’t you a little old for Cat n’ Mouse, Colonel?
McKay to Zelenka, I think I’ve worked out what the ‘lamp’ really does, it regresses the brain cells, turning the user back into a stupid, child-like state. No wonder it took us so long to figure out when we were using Colonel Sheppard as a test subject.”
“Rodney - ”
“Really, Colonel, we don’t have time for this. Just come on back to the labs - I can even have Beckett standing by to check you out in the unlikely case that anything did manage to penetrate that thick skull of yours. What do you say, hmm?”
Rodney waited.
“Well,” came the drawl down the wire, “firstly I’d say it’s just a lamp, nothing more, let it go. Secondly I’d say come on McKay, don’t be scared, take up the challenge. I’ll let you use anything you like to find me, all you gotta do is track me down.”
“I can use anything to track you? There are no limits?”
“Absolutely anything, if Atlantis has it, you can use it.”
John sounded awfully smug.
“Hmm, then from that I am able to draw the following conclusions; you have found a new toy, something interesting that we were previously unaware of and want to try it out in what, I can only guess, your simple little mind sees as an experiment. Also, that you haven’t regressed to a child-like state because you have, in fact, never grown out of it.” Rodney came to rest with both hands on his hips, scowling at the empty lab in front of him.
“Come on, Rodney. It’s just an hour of your time. Come play with me, have a little fun.”
Rodney sighed, but a half grin quirked at his lips as he rolled his eyes. John certainly sounded excited about something and far be it from Rodney to deny him the chance to actually relax and enjoy himself for a little while.
Rodney caught himself smiling and exchanged it for a scowl as quickly as possible.
“Fine, fine,” he snapped down the radio, “but I’d just like to say you’re a complete pain in the ass, Colonel.”
“Thank you Dr. McKay, you don’t do too badly yourself, you know. You have one hour. Sheppard out.”
Rodney spent his first ten minutes up in the control rooms, getting in the way of those actually working, as he did a complete scan of the city. Nothing out of the ordinary stood out. There were one or two solitary dots but they were in the living quarters, Sheppard’s room, however was empty.
“Fifty minutes left, McKay.”
John was already crowing triumphantly and they’d hardly begun.
“You know, Colonel, I’m beginning to wonder about your obsession with counting down time. Is there some past trauma we should worry about?” Rodney asked absently as he narrowed his search down, double-checking Sheppard’s usual haunts.
“Only a future one you need worry about, Rodney.” John said sweetly.
“Yes and as you can imagine, working with you on a day to day basis is traumatic enough. Now shut up while I find you.”
The radio went blissfully quiet and Rodney returned to work, barely noticing Teyla and Elizabeth in her office or Chuck and his team trying to work around him.
“Want some help?”
McKay looked up as Ronon approached with that lazily amused expression that he often wore when talking to Rodney. Irritated him no end.
“No. Yes, actually. Stay here and keep an eye on that,” he pointed to the large screen that was currently displaying a small number of dots scattered around Atlantis. “If another one appears or suddenly does something hinky, let me know, it could be Sheppard.”
Ronon looked slightly baffled at ‘hinky’ but nodded anyway.
“What are the parameters of your search?” Ronon asked, “I mean Teyla and Dr. Weir aren’t on here,” he said glancing back at the two women, they were clearly visible sat in Elizabeth’s glass office but they weren’t registered on the screen in front of him. “You’ve obviously filtered out the women.”
“Yes, also any Athosians that are in the city, their genetic make up is slightly different to that of Earth humans so it was easy enough to eliminate them from the search. Same with you, that’s why you’re not on there. I then used part of the detector’s programming that works rather like a context dependent search engine and did a search for life signs that were no older or younger than thirty nine Earth years old. So those few dots you can see are all the male members of the expedition that are the same age as Colonel Sheppard.”
“Impressive,” Ronon nodded.
“Yes. Except none of them is the Colonel.”
“How d’you know?”
“Because we wouldn’t be playing this ridiculous game if I could track him down using the life signs detector. He’s obviously found a way to cloak himself from it, he’s hardly going to be playing hide and seek in the shadows. There’s got to be another way to - search - for - wait! I’ve got an idea. Oh, it’s brilliant. Wait here, don’t go anywhere, keep an eye on that screen I’ll be right back.”
Rodney heard Ronon calling after him but was too busy running towards the transporter to care - this was going to work.
He stopped outside the door to John’s quarters and waited, right on cue John’s voice drawled down the radio.
“Rodney, what are you doing right outside my door?”
Uh huh, that confirmed that John had his own detector.
“Think it open for me.” Rodney demanded.
“No. Why? Are you already so desperate you’re searching in person, we’re only twenty-seven minutes into the game?”
“You said I could use anything on Atlantis to search for you, think your door open, Flyboy, I want to check your room.”
“I’m not in there.”
“Pfft, you want me just to take your word for that? You seem awfully reluctant to let me in Colonel, are you sure you’re not in there.”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“Well, I’d like to check for myself. Open it.”
“Fine,” John was sounding smug again, “waste your time but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
The door slid open before him and Rodney stalked into the room. He had no intention of searching for John, he knew damn well he wasn’t in there but he did know what he needed and where it was kept.
As he left the room, letting the door slide closed behind him, he ignored John’s demanding voice in his ear and felt a little smug himself.
John was feeling decidedly less confident after his thirty minute call had gone unanswered and his twenty minute call had been met with a cheerful sounding “thank you, Colonel, be with you soon. I’m just finishing my coffee.”
Anything that made Rodney that cheerful made him nervous.
He checked the life signs detector again - he was still invisible and he was certain that the dot he had followed from his room to the lab then up to the control room was McKay. How could Rodney be so sure of himself, he was still stood by the main control panel on the other side of Atlantis and couldn’t possibly be that close to catching up with him.
John frowned and ran a hand through his hair as he paced the length of the room, his stomach churned a little and he cursed - he just knew McKay had found a way to reach him.
Bastard.
Rodney looked down into his cup and frowned, he really had just finished his coffee. Oh well, he’d got his results now; there was no need to fetch more. He and Ronon had plenty to do.
“Okay, you see this blob here that’s moving backwards and forwards? That’s Colonel Sheppard, he’s pacing. He suspects we’ve found him but he can’t figure out how. And I guess he was right, this is kind of fun.”
“How do you know that’s Sheppard?” Ronon asked leaning back in his chair and looking at the little red dot McKay was pointing at. “I mean there’s another one right where you are and two moving together through the corridor by the briefing room.”
“The other dots are registered on the life signs detector so they can’t be Sheppard and apart from the one that is in fact - well, me, this one has the densest mass of isobutylene Ethylmaleimide Hydroxyethylmaleimide Copolymer and Petrolatum.”
“And that makes it Sheppard, how?”
Rodney reached into his jacket pocket and with a triumphant ‘ta daa’ he held out a tub of hair gel.
“You stole Sheppard’s hair gel and used it to track him?”
Ronon looked torn between impressed and horrified.
“Actually I borrowed it, checked the ingredients, and using a similar technique as Peter Grodin did when he was tracking the big shadowy darkness that tried to suck the living energy out of the city - ”
“Big shadowy darkness?”
“Oh that’s right, you weren’t here then, it was nasty, trust me, but I - err, saved the day, you could say.”
“You?” Ronon looked doubtful.
“Yes me, anyway, using a similar method I managed to find the locations of the highest quantities and then by cross-referencing it with the results that the life signs detector is giving us I was able to find three possible matches and by the way that solitary one is pacing up and down all alone in the lower levels, I’d say it’s Sheppard.”
Ronon actually laughed.
Rodney grinned.
“Okay, so what’s next?” Ronon asked, taking the little blue tub of hair gel from Rodney and turning it around in his hands to read the ingredients list, smiling as he did so.
“Next is where you really come in,” Rodney was already moving again, tapping away at the screen of the life signs detector. “If I know John Sheppard well enough, which I really hope I do, he’ll have his scanner set on a short enough range that he can focus on any movement that comes within its scope but wide enough that he has plenty of time to move when it does.”
Rodney couldn’t help but bounce a little as he finished his immediate task.
“There, done. I’ve used this machine to broadcast search guidelines, that omit your specific DNA, to all the hand-held units. Sheppard won’t realize it but his device is now locked on to the master signal that won’t show you on any of the read-outs. All you have to do is use those ‘super tracking skills’ to catch and sit on him, then I’ll come along and mock him mercilessly, maybe tickle him right in that spot under his ribs that always makes him squirm, if I’m still feeling this chipper when I reach him.”
Ronon was quirking his eyebrow but he looked amused and amenable, which was a relief because really Rodney’s whole plan depended on Ronon actually pinning John down now.
“Isn’t that cheating?” the big guy rumbled.
“No, no, I don’t believe Colonel Sheppard said anything about tickling being against the rules.”
Both eyebrows.
“Oh, I see. No, Colonel Sheppard distinctly said if Atlantis has it, I can use it so I’m going to use you. Well, not use you, more like ‘enlist your help’, ‘bring you on board’, as it were. That is if you’re agreeable, of course. Ahem, is it warm in here? So, what do you say?” Rodney smiled with what he hoped was an encouraging smile, but he couldn’t be sure.
Ronon crossed his arms, ran his fingertips over his beard then nodded once.
“Okay, I’m in.”
“Great, give me one second.”
Rodney dashed to the nearest laptop and tapped in a quick command, feeling remarkably pleased with himself.
“There. That should do it. We now have a closed frequency that only you and I can hear just be sure to tap the earpiece twice in quick succession before you speak to me. If you only tap it once you’ll still be on the command frequency which we can all hear so don’t get it wrong.”
“Understood.”
Ronon double-checked the location of the little glowing mass that was apparently hair gel on legs and set off towards the nearest transporter.
“Umm, Ronon?” McKay called him back, one small factor worrying him just slightly.
“Yeah?”
“Remember, just sit on him, no blasting of any kind required.”
“Got it,” Ronon smirked in a way that Rodney found wholly unsettling then disappeared from view.
Rodney swallowed and reached for his coffee cup, turning it upside down hopelessly when he remembered it was empty.
Ronon moved silently along the corridor on the lower level, he knew Sheppard was on the other side of this wall, just waiting to be found. He crouched down low and poked his head through the door way, his eyes immediately adjusting to the dim light as he scanned the room for the Colonel.
There.
He’d stopped pacing, he was just leaning casually over the balcony, taunting Rodney about the amount of time he had left.
“Fifteen minutes to go McKay and you’re still in the Gate Room, I can see you. Why don’t you tell me who’s in with Elizabeth seeing as you’re still right by her office.”
Ronon grinned, Sheppard had no idea what was about to hit him. He heard Rodney answering.
“That would be Teyla, in fact they’re waving to me. Yes, hello. But don’t get too sure of yourself there Colonel, I can be with you in well under fifteen minutes.”
“Really, and what’s gonna stop me from just walking away once you start moving?”
Ronon couldn’t resist an opening like that. He leapt forward and grabbed Sheppard’s shoulders.
“I am.”
“Shit!” John would have jumped back but for Mt-fucking-Sateda behind him with a vice-like grip on his shoulders.
“Ah,” a triumphant voice crowed down the line, “is that Ronon I hear?”
John couldn’t answer he was too busy spluttering incomprehensibly, something about ‘how’ and ‘what the fuck’.
“Ronon here, I got him. Come on down, McKay.”
“On my way, thanks, Big Guy.”
Rodney reached them just as John, now pinned helplessly under Ronon’s considerable bulk, was promising his captor a share in McKay’s apparently-not-so-secret-after-all chocolate stash.
“Nuh uh,” Ronon shook his head.
“Oh come on, what has McKay promised you, huh?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“Nope.”
“Then why are you doing this to me? I thought we were teammates, buddies, friends! Come on, let me up.”
“No way.”
“Argh. Why not?” John was struggling pitifully underneath him.
“Because McKay’s knowledge of the workings of this city could make for a very uncomfortable time in my quarters. That plus I like the way you squirm.”
McKay did a double take; unsure he’d heard right.
“You do, huh?” John sounded, well, breathless.
“Yeah,” and Ronon sounded horny. There was no way Rodney was letting this continue without his supervision.
“Well, well Colonel. Seems I found you after all,” he announced, stepping up to them and peering down at Sheppard pityingly.
“You cheated,” John just about managed to tear his eyes away from Ronon and look at him.
“Not at all, you put the entire resources of Atlantis at my disposal and I used them to outwit you, hardly taxing though as I’m sure you’re aware having been caught in - huh, forty-seven minutes,” he grinned consulting his watch.
“You didn’t catch me - Ronon did.”
“Yes, and who do you think tracked you down, established a lock on your location, temporarily re-programmed the life sign detectors then sent him down here to sit on you?” He looked down at John who was still pinned neatly between Ronon’s knees.
“You told him to sit on me?” John asked.
McKay nodded.
“I’d have sat on you whether he told me to or not,” Ronon added almost wistfully.
“Colonel,” McKay stuttered, his mouth going dry as he watched John’s eyes flick back to Ronon’s. Their gaze locked as John deliberately squirmed under Ronon’s weight making him hiss as he spread his knees to lower himself further onto John’s body. “ When you said you’d spend five hours turning things on I’m not sure Ronon…was…oh god…”
Ronon had transferred both of Sheppard’s wrists into the grip of one of his huge hands, stretching them out behind his head as his other hand unzipped and pushed aside John’s vest before running skillfully underneath the black cotton t-shirt that clung next to the Colonel’s skin.
Rodney wasn’t sure that he’d ever seen anything hotter than that in his entire life.
“Uh, Ronon, - ”
“Rodney,” John shuddered, “either shut up and go away or get over here, right now.”
“I just - ”
“McKay!”
“Fine. I…what…where do you want me?” Rodney asked awkwardly, taking a step towards them and halting.
He noticed entirely too late the look and the nod the other two exchanged and before he knew it Ronon was on his feet and stood behind him and John was upright and stalking towards him.
“Uhh - ”
John backed him up until he hit something hot and solid, no prizes for guessing what, as hands clamped on his hips from behind holding him in place and surprisingly gentle lips brushed behind his ear and placed burning kisses down the length of his neck. John was suddenly pressed very firmly against his front and Rodney groaned as Sheppard moved, deliciously pushing against him, making him feel his need.
Rodney reached out and grabbed handfuls of dark, unruly hair and pulled John in for a desperate kiss. There was a low growl from somewhere behind him, Rodney pulled back breathlessly, untangling one hand from John’s hair and reaching behind him to run his fingers down the side of Ronon’s face and guide him over his shoulder to where Sheppard’s mouth waited for him.
As he held their heads together he felt Ronon’s arms stretch right around him and grab at John’s hips pulling him impossibly closer. Sheppard’s hands were working their way under Rodney’s shirt to skim lightly up his sides and onto his chest. When nails scraped over his nipples Rodney cried out and dropped his head to John’s shoulder, using his teeth to nip lightly at the crook of his neck.
Ronon stepped out from behind him and pulled his shirt over his head, letting it drop carelessly to the cold metal floor. John moved off to do the same but his eyes stayed on Rodney as he turned to Ronon, his hands reaching out to touch all that he could reach. His palms ran against skin, hot and smooth like liquid steel and Rodney just had to taste it. He bought his lips to Ronon’s chest and let his tongue flick out against the hardening nipples, catching them between his teeth and biting with just enough pressure to elicit a groan.
Ronon’s huge hand cupped the back of his head, guiding him first to lavish some attention on the other nipple, then up to tilt back and be kissed, thoroughly kissed. A heavily demanding tongue pushed its way into his mouth and Rodney welcomed it, sucking on it, never wanting it to leave.
John was behind him now, running hands up his back lifting his shirt, forcing him to pull away from Ronon’s mouth so it could be lifted right over his head and discarded to the floor.
Ronon guided them to the edge of the walkway, John stayed behind Rodney as Ronon dropped to his knees in front and began working at his zipper with his teeth.
“Oh my god,” was pretty much all Rodney could manage in between gasps.
“Shhh, it’s gonna be great,” John whispered hot and low right in his ear before biting and sucking on the sensitive skin of his earlobe.
Rodney decided he must have a thing about hair as he found himself with one hand flung back over his shoulder pulling John around by his hair to kiss him clumsily as his other hand tangled and twisted into the thick dreads that were now level with his waist.
Ronon was obviously done teasing him as his zip was yanked down and his pants and boxers were shoved unceremoniously past his knees. Rodney cried out harsh and desperate as Ronon’s tongue swiped over the tip of his cock. John’s arms wrapped around his chest tightly and pulled him close, watching Ronon take another swipe from over Rodney’s shoulder.
“Please, damnit - just - ” Rodney cried out again.
He watched as Ronon looked up at them, wicked pleasure in his eyes as he leaned in, took the tip of McKay’s cock into his mouth and sucked, slowly drawing him further in between the tight circle of his lips. John gasped and let out a stream of hot breath against his ear, lips noticibly trembling where they were pressed to his skin.
Rodney felt John thrust against him suddenly, obviously unable to hold back any longer, pushing him further into Ronon’s mouth and making him cry out.
Ronon pulled back, making McKay whimper.
“Sheppard, take him.”
“Yes,” McKay added, “fuck, yes.”
John didn’t have to wait for further reassurance he let go of Rodney and grabbed his vest from the floor, scrabbling through the pockets until he came up with a small tube and a condom.
“Boy scout.” Rodney scoffed but let himself be guided forward to lean over Ronon who reached up to support his hips and idly trace his lips over McKay’s thighs, teasing between his legs until he was gasping for breath and on the verge of begging for more.
Ronon just kept teasing him, giving John plenty of time to push one lube-slicked finger deep inside him and turn it slowly.
“More,” Rodney demanded immediately, needing this, needing to feel it, to feel John inside him.
“Pushy,” John murmured but added another finger, stretching Rodney and teasing him with the promise of more.
“Come on, come on,” McKay pushed back against him as he added the third finger.
“Rodney - ”
“You’re not going to hurt me, John, just do it,” Rodney pleaded shamelessly.
He knew he’d won the moment Sheppard’s fingers slipped out of him; he waited, very patiently in his own opinion, as John prepared himself and slowly pushed against the tight muscle.
Rodney pushed back carefully, encouraging him to enter him fully. John was panting now, his breath heavy and remarkably hot as it pounded against Rodney’s neck again and again and again, short and sharp and constant.
“Move, John,” Rodney demanded, feeling the hesitation in the man behind him. “Come on, before Ronon gets, ah, gets bored,” he panted pushing himself back to feel John move deeper inside him.
“Damnit, Rodney,” John groaned and began to move, pulling out slowly then pushing back in with agonizing patience.
“That’s it, come on.”
“Yes!”
Rodney yelled out wordlessly as Ronon took him back into his mouth and swallowed him deep into his throat. He bucked helplessly, slamming himself back against John and feeling his cock drive deep within him, hitting his prostate and sending little sparks of light pricking in his eyes.
“Argh, fuck, yes!” he cried as they did it again, Ronon countering John’s thrusts, driving him wild, pushing him over the edge. He tried to warn them that he was close, tried to tell Ronon but it was too late, he was too far gone and was coming hard into Ronon’s mouth, watching as he swallowed it all, milking Rodney for every last drop as John stiffened behind him and came hard with a shout and a long moan.
Rodney let Sheppard pull out slowly before dropping to his knees in front of Ronon and taking the big guy in his hand. He spared a moment to be thankful it was John that had taken him, before turning his attention back to drawing desperate cries from Ronon. It only took moments before he was wrapping his own hand around McKay’s and pulling hard, wildly bringing himself to completion.
Rodney felt well fucked, which, he reminded himself as he carefully climbed out of the shower, he really was.
He dried himself off and put on clean boxers and t-shirt then padded out to the bedroom. Ronon was already lying propped against the headboard just waiting for him to come out. Before he’d made it as far as the bed there was a knock at the door and he opened it to let John slip inside.
Without a word Rodney climbed into bed and settled back against Ronon’s chest, opening his arms to allow John to settle face first against his stomach. His fingers crept gently into the still damp hair and twisted it lovingly.
John sighed contentedly.
“So, I’ve told you how I avoided the scanners but you never said how you got past that fact that I was cloaked by Atlantis…”
There was a long pause, Rodney had no intention of answering John but then Ronon did it for him.
“McKay tracked your hair gel.”
John bent his head at a very unnatural angle to look up.
“You tracked my hair gel?”
Rodney grinned and stroked his cheek - it seemed appropriate somehow.
“Mmm hmm, well I traced some of the chemical properties of your hair gel using a similar device to the life sign detector.”
“That’s what you wanted from my room?” John asked, lying his head back down to allow McKay better access to his hair.
“Yep.”
“To steal my hair gel and use it against me?”
“Borrow it and use it, yes.”
“I can’t believe you caught me by tracking my hair gel. That’s so unbelievably stupid it’s brilliant.”
“Well, Ronon helped.”
“Sure.”
“He did,” McKay insisted.
“I know.”
It was McKay’s turn to sigh as John skimmed his hands up over Rodney’s thighs and wrapped his arms around him to reach for Ronon.
“I think we should play again tomorrow,” Ronon murmured lazily over Rodney’s shoulder making him smile as he felt the little gust of John’s gentle laugh against his stomach.
“Okay, sure,” John drawled, his voice half asleep already.
“Agreed,” Rodney leaned back, closed his eyes and smiled.
The End.
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