FIC: Out of the fire... [McBeck, McShep, Rodney/Carson/John; NC-17, kink]
Title: Out of the fire...
Author: Nicke
Pairings: Rodney McKay/Carson Beckett, Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, Rodney McKay/Carson Beckett/John Sheppard
Kink: let's see... aliens made them do it, gay marriage, masturbation, b/D (mild), threesome.
Categories: kink, slash
Rating: NC-17
Teaser: "Oh, of course, you're not lusting for me, John," Rodney says, drawling his name. "Your interest in me is mere scientific curiosity then, I suppose?"
Word count: ~ 5200
Prompt: lover100 # 093 - gasp
Disclaimer: The smut is mine, the boys are MGM's. *sigh*
A/N: Thank you, mice1900 for the additional prompt "offworld" and for the quick beta. I also would like to thank garneteve, wliberation and tdancinghands for having a look at it and with giving me a third oppinion encouraging me to finally get this done!
For inkscribe ♥ - see, I can do McShep. *whistles innocently*
***
It started with Rodney McKay trying to be corteous and picking up a scarf the chieftain's daughter dropped. From there things went downhill for John Sheppard.
The mission had been by the book. Easy, a piece of cake. Teyla had told Dr. Weir about them and their healers, but not about all their customs. They were quite willing to trade herbs and food for bits of technical equipment. They also requested people to help them with the harvest, which Dr. Weir was only too willing to grant.
Rodney drooled over the chieftain's daughter all afternoon as she showed Sheppard and his team around. And when she dropped her scarf, he had nothing better to do than to pick it up and hand it back to her.
But somehow the chieftain forgot to mention that he was desperately wanting his daughter to get married. And that her dropping the scarf in front of Rodney was the equivalent to a proposal - and in picking it up, Rodney had accepted the offer.
"I really can't get married," Rodney kept insisting when the chieftain and his daughter tried to convince him that he was engaged now - according to their customs - and soon to be married to the busty woman.
"But you accepted the offer," the chieftain insisted.
"Look,"Rodney sighed. "I really can't marry your daughter. She's..." He managed not to draw the voluptuous shape of her body with his hands. "Very nice, yeah, nice indeed. But um, I can't..."
"Why?"
"Because, um, because I'm..."
It was the first time John Sheppard envied Jack O'Neill, wishing he also had an anthropologist on his team. Ronon and Teyla weren't much of help when he and Rodney tried to explain the term "gay" to the chieftain and his daughter. Eventually, after an embarrassing twenty minutes, the chieftain and his daughter seemed to get what Sheppard and McKay tried to tell them. But instead of letting them off the hook, he insisted on hosting a wedding, since it was supposed to be a good omen to celebrate the treaty. McKay struggled a little, when the chieftain asked for his partner. Before Sheppard even had the chance to open his mouth to intervene, Rodney replied.
"Um, I'm with, his, um, his name is... um, Carson."
At least Rodney was thoroughly contrite as they walked back to the gate. Weir, on the other hand, didn't seem to be overly surprised or worried about the news. Her only visible reaction was a slight arch of her brow.
"Well, if it's the only way and since they insist," she said with a shrug, propping her elbows on the table and steepled her fingers.
Sheppard was anything but happy about her reaction. "And you don't think, McKay getting married to Beckett is a little bit too much for some herbs and food?"
Weir sighed and straightened her posture. "It's the only condition under which they agreed to trade with us, Colonel." A smile played around the corners of her mouth. "Don't get me wrong, but maybe it's not the worst that could happen to us."
When she noticed Sheppard's dumbfounded expression, the smile on her face broadened. "Of course this matrimony is by no means accredited by anyone but the Shanarans. They get to host their wedding, we get our food and herbs. And more than that, we get a party, which might be a very good thing for morale."
Sheppard wasn't quite convinced.
"Rodney is an adult, and so is Beckett, Colonel. They will both live," she said, not even trying to hide the glee from her expression. "Rodney got himself into this situation, and getting married to Carson Beckett with no consequences is far better than getting married to the chieftain's daughter."
There was some logic to what Dr. Weir said, but something was gnawing Sheppard and he couldn't even explain it. "Hm, yeah, maybe."
"There certainly will be some teasing, once they're back," Elizabeth turned in. "Especially after the incident with the Wraith dart."
She didn't have to spell it out, Sheppard remembered only too well. His insides clenched as the picture rose before his inner eye again. McKay grabbing the lapels of Beckett's labcoat and laying one on him in front of just about everyone.
"Anyway," she said and looked down at the screen of her laptop, clicking something. "Thank you for informing me straightaway. Please give the chieftain my kindest regards, it'll be a great pleasure and honour to attend the wedding," she told him as she looked up again. "I'm sure there's lots to organise for you now and I don't want to keep you longer than neccessary, Colonel Sheppard."
Sheppard replied her nod and left the room.
***
Sleep eluded Sheppard that night. Even though it was long after sunset, it was still incredibly warm. The air was heavy with the incense used during the ceremony and dying fires and filled with soft whispers and the sounds of night active birds and crickets. Ronon and Teyla were fast asleep already, snoring softly. Uneasy, he rolled on his back on the simple cot, trying to ignore the quiet sounds from the hut next to theirs.
Most of the ceremony went past him. There had been singing and dancing, vows had been spoken and McKay and Beckett both had to drink from a ceremonial cup.
Everybody had enjoyed themselves. Except Rodney maybe, who had looked a little nervous. Carson Beckett was pretty relaxed, grinning like a loon. He obviously didn't have a problem with the whole situation - or getting married to the other man.
A gasp disturbed Sheppard's thoughts and he sighed. Rodney and Beckett seemed to enjoy their wedding night. Just to think about Rodney and the other man made his stomach churn. It was wrong in so many regards.
Half naked and sweaty, tightly wrapped around each other.
With a frown, Sheppard rolled on his side again, facing the thin wall of the hut made of branches and twigs. He couldn't explain it, but he felt it should be him with Rodney in the other hut. It had been their team, their mission. He was the team leader and Rodney was his teammate, his buddy. They'd been caught in so many weird and dangerous situations, and they'd made it through all of them.
The air carried more soft moans, and Sheppard suppressed a frustrated groan. He couldn't help the pictures floating his mind.
Rodney's head falling back into the pillow, the lips slightly parted and the face contorted in an expression of absolute pleasure.
They were just faking it, he tried to tell himself, and pressed the heel of his hand against his ear. Rodney and Beckett were only pretending to have sex. They weren't even really married. It was just a show for the Shanarans since they insisted on the wedding.
No wedding, no food, it was as simple as that. Weir was right. They would deal with it like adults, and he had absolutely no reason to envy Beckett, Sheppard tried to tell himself.
As if it was fun to be on display in such a manner! In a hut on a night like this. It was still hot, and not the slightest hint of a cooling breeze. And probably the one room they had to sleep in was still filled with the heavy musky scent of the incense they'd burned during the ceremony. Rodney would bemoan his fate, since they both had to sleep on a tiny, uncomfortable bed. They had to pretend to have sex, moaning and making appropriate noises.
Sheppard pulled a face and, rolling on his back again, he wiped some sweat from his forehead.
No, there certainly wasn't any reason for wanting to be in Carson Beckett's place right now. Except, Sheppard had to admit with a quietly muttered curse, he did. Certainly not because he envied Carson for being able to get all touchy-feely with Rodney McKay!
"Ohh, Rodney!"
Sheppard grit his teeth at the expression of utter delight. That certainly did not sound fake! In fact it sounded quite like Beckett and Rodney enjoyed themselves very thoroughly. As if moaning the name wasn't enough, Beckett added a few gasps.
"Oh, yes, yes, like tha... aaah, yes!"
Scrunching his eyes close, Sheppard rolled onto his side. 'Oh, really,' he thought, 'that's really a bit too much now guys!' He shifted to have a look at his watch. They'd been going at it for more than an hour now. What if they weren't faking it, he wondered.
Rodney and Beckett sitting on the edge of the bed, grinning at each other while moaning and gasping, faking sex. Very enthusiastic and uninhibited sex. Rodney's ears turning pink as Carson launches into a very unsubtle invitation. Both men exchanging meaningfull looks and shifting closer on the small bed. Beckett's hand sliding around Rodney's neck and pulling him in for a deep passionate kiss.
His stomach fluttered as he envisioned the kiss. Tentative and gentle at first, but soon turning passionate and demanding. He'd bet that it had been a long time since Rodney had been kissed. He'd be a little clumsy at first, and surprised by the sudden move. The pictures in Sheppard's vision changed and suddenly it was him kissing Rodney in the other hut.
There is genuine surprise in Rodney's eyes - and something else John's not able to identify instantly - as he leans closer and slowly slips his hand around the other man's neck. It's an expression that suits the scientist very well, John takes in with a mixture of pride and arousal. Rodney's too stunned to speak, which is rare, and it suits him, too. He's a quick thinker and even faster with his mouth, and John half expects him to disturb the moment with sarcasm. But Rodney doesn't even blink or flinch as John leans close enough to feel Rodney's warm breath against his face.
"Carson!"
Sheppard groaned. This was all so very wrong. He blinked open his eyes and sat up on the makeshift bed. Sweat was running down his temples and he rubbed his hand over his forehead and along his neck to wipe it off. Maybe he should take a walk in the nearby grove. He'd had a little bit too much of the local sunshine; it had lulled him and he had allowed his thoughts to stray. Hopefully a little walk would distract and tire him enough so he'd be able to find sleep later. Fortunately Dr. Weir, Lorne, Stacks, Cadman and the other scientists who'd attended the ceremony were situated into some rooms at the other end of the small village. Far away from the newlyweds.
Sheppard sighed as he exited the small cabin and stepped into the slightly cooler night air. This was better, he thought, much better. And at least Carson and Rodney seemed to be done. For now.
Taking slow steps, Sheppard wondered if something fake could sound so - convincing. It had sounded convincing to him. There was no way McKay was cool enough to fake it. He'd seen the man acting around women he'd been interested in. Blushing and stammering and stumbling over his own feet. The man wasn't able to flirt or even do subtle. There was no way, Rodney McKay was able to fake having sex with the chief medical officer!
Everything was quiet in the tiny settlement as Sheppard made his way to the grove. In some huts he could hear the sounds of the natives having sex. Soft gasps and the wet slide of two heated bodies against each other. Obviously everybody except him was having sex, he thought. Not that he was grumpy about it or something. Or even jealous of Carson!
His sex life was great. Really, he had no reason to complain. Sex was overrated anyway, he told himself, kicking at the ground and raising dust. Who in their right mind would want to have sex with Rodney McKay?! The man was a sociopath, a narcissistic egocentric.
Rodney stares at him with an sarcastic expression. One brow arches and the sharp lips curl into a bitter, ironic smile as he crosses his arms in front of his chest, taking a posture that oozes smugness and presumptuousness.
"Oh, really?" John hears him and it's more than clear that Rodney doesn't believe him for a fucking single second. "I bet you do," Rodney drawls and slowly lowers his arms, and John swallows as the thin shirt stretches over Rodney's strong chest, showing off his perky nipples.
John groaned as he felt his body respond to his imagination. Really, what was wrong with him? He didn't even like McKay, he tried to tell himself as he felt the blood rush down to his groin. The man was snarky, disobedient and talking back to him at any given chance. He was snotty and treated everyone around him like they were retards. And those were his good traits.
But still...
He didn't have a bad body, though, Sheppard thought as he left the settlement behind and strolled towards the grove. Away from the fires, still burning in small fireplaces around the ceremonial place in the middle of the settlement. He followed the old, worn path, winding along a tiny creek towards the treeline. It was distinctly cooler here, and a soft cool breeze was wafting over him as he jumped over the creek. The ground was covered in soft moss and Sheppard nearly stumbled as he set down his feet. It took him an instant to re-gain his balance, then he continued his walk.
It was true, with all the work-outs and the running on missions Rodney had gotten pretty much in shape, he had to admit. He was still a little soft around the middle, softer than his usual preference, but it fit with Rodney. Somehow.
Absentmindedly rubbing his palm over his chest, Sheppard let his mind conjure up Rodney's picture. As stubborn and snarky the man was, he had great shoulders. Sliding his hand down and playing with the cloth of his t-shirt, Sheppard slowly strolled on. It was still warm, but at least under the trees there was a little breeze. It felt good against his over-heated skin, so he pulled the hem from under his waistband, shoving it up along his chest and baring his belly. He was tingling from the sensation of his own hand brushing over his hot skin in the cool breeze and he suppressed a shiver.
What was wrong with him, he wondered? Why did he even bother when Rodney had to fake having sex with Beckett? It wasn't like he had the hots for the Canadian scientist, really.
Rodney could be a decent guy, Sheppard told himself. If he chose to be. At times he was really an ass, but he had his moments. And admitting that another guy had a great body was far from lusting for him.
Rodney sits on the cot in the hut. Sitting isn't exactly the right term, sprawled would fit much better. He's nonchalantly resting on his arms and stretching his long legs towards John.
"Oh, of course, you're not lusting for me, John," Rodney says, drawling his name. "Your interest in me is mere scientific curiosity then, I suppose?"
John swallows, not sure what to reply, and nervously shifts from one foot to the other. Rodney reads him like a book, and it's scaring and thrilling at the same time.
"So," Rodney says and straightens a bit, slowly pulling the hem of his shirt from the waistband of his trousers. "If I did this," he slides his hand under his shirt, up along his chest. He tilts back his head a little and gives John a heated look from half closed eyes as he toys with his nipples. "It wouldn't turn you on, you'd probably just wonder whether I had sensitive nipples."
Sheppard groaned. He slid his hand under his shirt, mimicking Rodney's gesture from his fantasy, brushing the flat of his palm over his chest and teasing his nipples.
It was no secret that Rodney had sensitive nipples. Damn the man for wearing these thin shirts that stretched over his broad chest and shoulders and leaving no room for speculation about his nipples! Sheppard had begun to suspect that Rodney did it on purpose. Just to catch him off guard and irritate him.
"Oh, that's what it's about?" Rodney asks and shifts on the bed. He unfolds his legs and John can see the bulge in Rodney's crotch. "About me trying to seduce you?"
He should do something, John thinks, or say something in reply, but he can't. He's tongue-tied and stunned by the display Rodney puts on for his eyes only. And, of course, aroused.
Rodney slowly slides down his hand, never taking his eyes off John's face. "And the reason why you're still here and not doing anything is just to prove you're not the slightest bit impressed," Rodney says conversationally. "Or, god forbid, aroused."
John grits his teeth, feeling heat pooling low in his belly. He should end this, he thinks. He should turn on his heels and leave. Right now. He's torn between running and staying, finding what other forbidden exciting things Rodney will come up with. He should walk over to the bed - it's only two or three steps - and do something to wipe that smug expression off Rodney's face.
His breathing accelerates as Rodney's hand travels down and cups the burgeoning erection in his pants.
"I'm," John manages to force out, then the words die on his dry lips.
"You're what?" Rodney asks silkily, his brow arching. "Horny?" he provides, slowly massaging himself with the heel of his hand. "A voyeur? Desperately trying not to cream your pants?"
Gasping and with trembling fingers, Sheppard tried to unbuckle his belt. For a short moment shame and reason were fighting with arousal and he hesitated as he popped open the button of his pants. This was wrong, downright wrong. He shouldn't be doing this. Jerking off offworld over a teammate. A male teammate who just got married to the male chief medical officer of the expedition.
Rodney leans back on the bed. The shirt's now gone and his naked chest, covered in a fine sheen of sweat, reflects the light from the candles on the small table next to the bed. The tiny flames flicker in the night breeze, letting shadows dance over Rodney's skin.
His hand cups his crotch, his fingers slowly massaging himself through the cloth of the front of the uniform pants. "Yeah," Rodney murmurs and slowly starts to unbuckle his belt with one hand. "Someone may catch you like that. All hot and bothered over a geek."
Giving in to lust, Sheppard opened the fly of his pants and slid his hand over the front of his tenting boxers. No, it was the middle of the night and everyone was fast asleep or having sex, he told himself.
Naked bodies, covered in sweat, tightly wrapped around each other. Heads falling back, expressions contorted in pleasure. Soft whimpers and gasps and the slap of wet flesh sliding against wet flesh. Erratic breathing that grows faster and faster and a triumphant moan as it's over.
He was all alone in the tiny grove, no spectators close by. He moaned softly as he touched himself through the thin material of the boxers.
"Oh, yeah," Rodney moans as he slides his hand into his boxer and spreads his legs further apart. "I knew you'd come around eventually. It's twice as much fun as only watching, isn't it?"
John nods and moans as he cups himself through his boxers. He's so hard it hurts.
Leaning back against the trunk of a tree, Sheppard pushed down the front of his boxers and pants and freed his aching erection. A ridge of the bark was pressing into his back, as he spread his legs a bit further apart to find a good stance on the soft ground, but he didn't care. He cupped his balls with one hand, tugging gently and with his other hand caressed one of his nipples.
"Stop it!" Rodney's voice is sharp and John instantly stills his hand. "Did I tell you to touch yourself?"
His head is spinning and he shivers as he finds himself trying to stand Rodney's piercing gaze.
"No," he hears himself replying. It's not Rodney's place to talk to him like that, but nonetheless he catches himself straightening his spine and looseing his grip on his cock.
"No, I didn't," Rodney agrees, his voice soft like honey. John catches a dangerous sparkle in the scientists eyes and instinctively lowers his hand. "I thought they tought you some obedience in the military."
"Air Force, to be precise," John snaps back instantly, his tone sharper than intended. It's a reflex and he bites his lip as he catches Rodney's frown.
Rodney stills his motions inside his boxers, holding John's gaze. He doesn't say anything as he slowly pulls his hand out and rises from the bed, not bothering with pulling up his trousers.
John swallows as Rodney steps towards him. He's trembling and feels himself leaking into his boxers. He can smell Rodney's aftershave and sweat, and something else.
"Air Force," Rodney repeats slowly, as he comes to a halt right in front of John. He brushes his hand over his own belly and sizes up John. "What else do they teach you in the Air Force, besides talking back?"
Before John's able to reply, Rodney raises his hand and traces a finger over John's collar bone. "At least they give you a nice work out," Rodney states and cups John's left pectoral.
Sheppard tilted back his head against the trunk of the tree, sliding his hand up and down along his hardened shaft. It was so wrong to think of Rodney -- McKay -- that way, but he just couldn't help it. Everything about McKay was hot. The pitiful-benevolent smile, the snarky expression, the way he snapped his fingers when he had a sudden inspiration.
Rodney's breath is warm against his neck. "Yeah, a nice body indeed," he says appreciatively and nuzzles John's ear. "I'm certain we'll have lots of fun with it," he promises and brushes his hand over John's chest. "Though we certainly have to work on the attitude."
John cries out in pain as Rodney bites the lobe of John's ear and pinches his nipple. "Ow!"
Rodney laughs against his neck and slides his other hand around John's waist to steady him.
He's breathing heavily and trembles, not certain how to react to this side of Rodney. He's confused about how much this arouses him, how much he enjoys it even though it's wrong.
"Hush," Rodney whispers and soothingly rubs his thumb over John's pectoral. "See, I think you have an extremly hot body, and I intend use it for my pleasure. I think you'll enjoy it, too. As long as you don't try to be smart-assed, everything will be just fine."
John nods, still stunned and trying to digest what just happened. Rodney seems to know exactly what he wants and the erection pressing into his thigh feels nice.
"So," Rodney leans back and gives him a leer. "Now that this seems to be settled, let's start with something easy. Did they at least teach you how to give decent hand jobs in the Air Force?"
One arm is still wrapped around John's middle, Rodney reaches his free hand down to the front of his boxers, pulling out his cock.
John's mouth waters as Rodney's hand takes his and guides it to his cock. "They even taught us how to give proper blow-jobs," he says with a smirk as he wraps his hand around Rodney's hard shaft.
"Oh, I'm sure they did," Rodney gives back silkily, and slides his hand into John's hair, pulling back his head. "But what did I just tell you about smart-ass replies?"
John swallows, which is hard with his head tilted back. "That, that I'm not supposed to be smart-assed," he manages.
"Exactly," Rodney whispers against his ear. "You're supposed to be obedient and pretty. Obedient and pretty means a lot of sex," he explains and traces his tongue over John's pulse point. "Giving smart-ass comments means not getting any. And trust me, you won't like not getting any. I could tie you to a chair, naked and with a cock ring and make you watch me getting blown by Carson. I bet he would like sucking me, don't you think?"
Sheppard groaned and thrust hard up into his own hand. Wrong, he thought, so wrong and so hot. It was one thing to wank off over a guy, and another to wank off over two guys. The whole "aliens made them marry each other" thing didn't really help, but Sheppard was far beyond the point where he cared or could stop.
He's tied to a chair, like Rodney threatened... promised, and he's wearing a cock ring. John tugs at the ties, but it's useless, Rodney obviously knows how to tie knots. He wants to cry out in protest, but Rodney pops a gag into his mouth.
"See, I told you," Rodney drawls from over his shoulder. John turns his head and watches Rodney slowly stalk around him. His upper body's naked, and his dick sticks out from the front of his pants, but he doesn't seem to mind that at all. "You're pretty, John. Really. Isn't he, Carson?"
John turns his head to the other side and catches sight of Carson. Naked sitting on the bed, half reclining into the pillows.
"Aye, he is, Rodney. Very fine specimen indeed," Carson says with that damn Scottish accent and the look he throws him makes John's skin tingle.
Rodney's behind him, and leans in. "He loves to watch, Carson," he whispers hotly against his ear. John can feel him rubbing the tip of his penis against his upper arm, leaving a slick trace. Closing his eyes he tilts his head to the side. He's fully aware of the submissive nature of the gesture, but he couldn't care less. He's tied and gagged and all he can do is wait out what Rodney's got in store for him. "And since he was a bad boy, I decided that punishment was necessary, although I have to admit that I'm not entirely convinced he's taking his punishment as contritely as he's supposed to be."
"He seems pretty much stunned into submission," Carson notices.
"Oh, he is," Rodney agrees and grazes his teeth over John's neck. "And fortunately he's not entirely subdued."
"No," Carson says with a smirk. "Some bits of him are still sticking out."
John groans around the gag as Rodney's hand slithers around his neck and down his chest. He's pressing closer against him, rubbing his penis more insistently against his shoulder. Rodney's hand is warm and his grip sure as he wraps his palm around John's rock-hard cock and playfully gives him a few strokes.
"Do you like this?" Rodney whispers softly and torturous slowly traces his thumb over the tip of his dick, spreading the slick precome. John thrusts up his hips to counter Rodney's downstroke motion, and groans with frustration as the other man pulls away from him. "I think you do," Rodney notices dryly and walks over to the bed.
Carson shifts and gets on his hands and knees on the bed, and John watches Rodney's hand brushing over Carson's head. His breath catches as Rodney's fingers slide into strands of gelled hair, with a possesive gesture pulling the other man close to him. Carson willingly follows the motion and nuzzles his nose into Rodney's crotch. It's so obvious that it's not the first time Carson's done this, the way his hand slides up along Rodney's thigh to push the pants out of the way without asking for permission.
John moans and bucks up against the restraits, but Rodney doesn't even seem to notice he's there. He's all focused on Carson who's taking hold of penis, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock and slowly tracing his tongue along the underside.
Rodney moans softly and tilts back his head as Carson's lips close around the tip of his cock and the scene fades into white blinding light.
Tensing and biting back a groan Sheppard threw back his head against the trunk of the tree. Stars exploded behind his closed lids as he came, thrusting up his hips, fucking his own fist. Sticky hot semen spilled over his hand and belly and onto the ground.
He wasn't sure how long he stayed like that, pants down his legs, cradling his softened penis in the tepid night air. His breathing slowly evened out and he blinked open his eyes, looking down along himself. He cursed as he fumbled around in his pockets for tissues without avail; he couldn't just wipe the mess into his shirt or onto his pants. Too spent to come up with a better solution, he raised his hand to his mouth.
"If you hadn't been so stubborn," Rodney's disembodied voice whispers, "you wouldn't have to swallow your own come, you know?"
He frowned and cursed himself as he made quick work of cleaning his hand.
"There's no reason to feel guilty, John," Rodney teases, "every guy tastes his own come sooner or later."
"Shut up," Sheppard growled, tucking himself back into his boxers. It was bad enough he fantasized Rodney while wanking off, he didn't need to imagine his voice now! He pulled up his pants quickly, closed the zipper and the button and crammed his shirt into the waistband and with quick steps walked back to the settlement.
The fire in the middle of the settlement was dying as he came back and passed Rodney's and Carson's hut. He didn't mean to listen, but as he walked over to the hut he shared with Ronon and Teyla, he heard Rodney snoring softly.
Carson's sturdy body snuggled against Rodney's form. Both men are naked and sleeping, their legs intertwined. Carson's arm is possessively thrown over Rodney's chest and Rodney's fingers splayed over Carson's naked back.
The air in the room was still warm as he entered the hut, but Sheppard felt a cold shower running down his spine as he sat down on the tiny cot. He forced his eyes shut as he laid down and stretched out his legs. It didn't matter what kind of feelings he had for Rodney, feelings that went beyond friendship. He wasn't sure what to make of the fact that Rodney had chosen to pretend to be with Carson - instead of picking the obvious candidate he'd had at hand.
He sighed and tried to focus on Teyla's even breathing. Tomorrow was a new day and after a couple hours of sleep he might view things in a different light, he tried to persuade himself. But it was a long time until sleep claimed him.
Finis...
Author: Nicke
Pairings: Rodney McKay/Carson Beckett, Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, Rodney McKay/Carson Beckett/John Sheppard
Kink: let's see... aliens made them do it, gay marriage, masturbation, b/D (mild), threesome.
Categories: kink, slash
Rating: NC-17
Teaser: "Oh, of course, you're not lusting for me, John," Rodney says, drawling his name. "Your interest in me is mere scientific curiosity then, I suppose?"
Word count: ~ 5200
Prompt: lover100 # 093 - gasp
Disclaimer: The smut is mine, the boys are MGM's. *sigh*
A/N: Thank you, mice1900 for the additional prompt "offworld" and for the quick beta. I also would like to thank garneteve, wliberation and tdancinghands for having a look at it and with giving me a third oppinion encouraging me to finally get this done!
For inkscribe ♥ - see, I can do McShep. *whistles innocently*
***
It started with Rodney McKay trying to be corteous and picking up a scarf the chieftain's daughter dropped. From there things went downhill for John Sheppard.
The mission had been by the book. Easy, a piece of cake. Teyla had told Dr. Weir about them and their healers, but not about all their customs. They were quite willing to trade herbs and food for bits of technical equipment. They also requested people to help them with the harvest, which Dr. Weir was only too willing to grant.
Rodney drooled over the chieftain's daughter all afternoon as she showed Sheppard and his team around. And when she dropped her scarf, he had nothing better to do than to pick it up and hand it back to her.
But somehow the chieftain forgot to mention that he was desperately wanting his daughter to get married. And that her dropping the scarf in front of Rodney was the equivalent to a proposal - and in picking it up, Rodney had accepted the offer.
"I really can't get married," Rodney kept insisting when the chieftain and his daughter tried to convince him that he was engaged now - according to their customs - and soon to be married to the busty woman.
"But you accepted the offer," the chieftain insisted.
"Look,"Rodney sighed. "I really can't marry your daughter. She's..." He managed not to draw the voluptuous shape of her body with his hands. "Very nice, yeah, nice indeed. But um, I can't..."
"Why?"
"Because, um, because I'm..."
It was the first time John Sheppard envied Jack O'Neill, wishing he also had an anthropologist on his team. Ronon and Teyla weren't much of help when he and Rodney tried to explain the term "gay" to the chieftain and his daughter. Eventually, after an embarrassing twenty minutes, the chieftain and his daughter seemed to get what Sheppard and McKay tried to tell them. But instead of letting them off the hook, he insisted on hosting a wedding, since it was supposed to be a good omen to celebrate the treaty. McKay struggled a little, when the chieftain asked for his partner. Before Sheppard even had the chance to open his mouth to intervene, Rodney replied.
"Um, I'm with, his, um, his name is... um, Carson."
At least Rodney was thoroughly contrite as they walked back to the gate. Weir, on the other hand, didn't seem to be overly surprised or worried about the news. Her only visible reaction was a slight arch of her brow.
"Well, if it's the only way and since they insist," she said with a shrug, propping her elbows on the table and steepled her fingers.
Sheppard was anything but happy about her reaction. "And you don't think, McKay getting married to Beckett is a little bit too much for some herbs and food?"
Weir sighed and straightened her posture. "It's the only condition under which they agreed to trade with us, Colonel." A smile played around the corners of her mouth. "Don't get me wrong, but maybe it's not the worst that could happen to us."
When she noticed Sheppard's dumbfounded expression, the smile on her face broadened. "Of course this matrimony is by no means accredited by anyone but the Shanarans. They get to host their wedding, we get our food and herbs. And more than that, we get a party, which might be a very good thing for morale."
Sheppard wasn't quite convinced.
"Rodney is an adult, and so is Beckett, Colonel. They will both live," she said, not even trying to hide the glee from her expression. "Rodney got himself into this situation, and getting married to Carson Beckett with no consequences is far better than getting married to the chieftain's daughter."
There was some logic to what Dr. Weir said, but something was gnawing Sheppard and he couldn't even explain it. "Hm, yeah, maybe."
"There certainly will be some teasing, once they're back," Elizabeth turned in. "Especially after the incident with the Wraith dart."
She didn't have to spell it out, Sheppard remembered only too well. His insides clenched as the picture rose before his inner eye again. McKay grabbing the lapels of Beckett's labcoat and laying one on him in front of just about everyone.
"Anyway," she said and looked down at the screen of her laptop, clicking something. "Thank you for informing me straightaway. Please give the chieftain my kindest regards, it'll be a great pleasure and honour to attend the wedding," she told him as she looked up again. "I'm sure there's lots to organise for you now and I don't want to keep you longer than neccessary, Colonel Sheppard."
Sheppard replied her nod and left the room.
***
Sleep eluded Sheppard that night. Even though it was long after sunset, it was still incredibly warm. The air was heavy with the incense used during the ceremony and dying fires and filled with soft whispers and the sounds of night active birds and crickets. Ronon and Teyla were fast asleep already, snoring softly. Uneasy, he rolled on his back on the simple cot, trying to ignore the quiet sounds from the hut next to theirs.
Most of the ceremony went past him. There had been singing and dancing, vows had been spoken and McKay and Beckett both had to drink from a ceremonial cup.
Everybody had enjoyed themselves. Except Rodney maybe, who had looked a little nervous. Carson Beckett was pretty relaxed, grinning like a loon. He obviously didn't have a problem with the whole situation - or getting married to the other man.
A gasp disturbed Sheppard's thoughts and he sighed. Rodney and Beckett seemed to enjoy their wedding night. Just to think about Rodney and the other man made his stomach churn. It was wrong in so many regards.
Half naked and sweaty, tightly wrapped around each other.
With a frown, Sheppard rolled on his side again, facing the thin wall of the hut made of branches and twigs. He couldn't explain it, but he felt it should be him with Rodney in the other hut. It had been their team, their mission. He was the team leader and Rodney was his teammate, his buddy. They'd been caught in so many weird and dangerous situations, and they'd made it through all of them.
The air carried more soft moans, and Sheppard suppressed a frustrated groan. He couldn't help the pictures floating his mind.
Rodney's head falling back into the pillow, the lips slightly parted and the face contorted in an expression of absolute pleasure.
They were just faking it, he tried to tell himself, and pressed the heel of his hand against his ear. Rodney and Beckett were only pretending to have sex. They weren't even really married. It was just a show for the Shanarans since they insisted on the wedding.
No wedding, no food, it was as simple as that. Weir was right. They would deal with it like adults, and he had absolutely no reason to envy Beckett, Sheppard tried to tell himself.
As if it was fun to be on display in such a manner! In a hut on a night like this. It was still hot, and not the slightest hint of a cooling breeze. And probably the one room they had to sleep in was still filled with the heavy musky scent of the incense they'd burned during the ceremony. Rodney would bemoan his fate, since they both had to sleep on a tiny, uncomfortable bed. They had to pretend to have sex, moaning and making appropriate noises.
Sheppard pulled a face and, rolling on his back again, he wiped some sweat from his forehead.
No, there certainly wasn't any reason for wanting to be in Carson Beckett's place right now. Except, Sheppard had to admit with a quietly muttered curse, he did. Certainly not because he envied Carson for being able to get all touchy-feely with Rodney McKay!
"Ohh, Rodney!"
Sheppard grit his teeth at the expression of utter delight. That certainly did not sound fake! In fact it sounded quite like Beckett and Rodney enjoyed themselves very thoroughly. As if moaning the name wasn't enough, Beckett added a few gasps.
"Oh, yes, yes, like tha... aaah, yes!"
Scrunching his eyes close, Sheppard rolled onto his side. 'Oh, really,' he thought, 'that's really a bit too much now guys!' He shifted to have a look at his watch. They'd been going at it for more than an hour now. What if they weren't faking it, he wondered.
Rodney and Beckett sitting on the edge of the bed, grinning at each other while moaning and gasping, faking sex. Very enthusiastic and uninhibited sex. Rodney's ears turning pink as Carson launches into a very unsubtle invitation. Both men exchanging meaningfull looks and shifting closer on the small bed. Beckett's hand sliding around Rodney's neck and pulling him in for a deep passionate kiss.
His stomach fluttered as he envisioned the kiss. Tentative and gentle at first, but soon turning passionate and demanding. He'd bet that it had been a long time since Rodney had been kissed. He'd be a little clumsy at first, and surprised by the sudden move. The pictures in Sheppard's vision changed and suddenly it was him kissing Rodney in the other hut.
There is genuine surprise in Rodney's eyes - and something else John's not able to identify instantly - as he leans closer and slowly slips his hand around the other man's neck. It's an expression that suits the scientist very well, John takes in with a mixture of pride and arousal. Rodney's too stunned to speak, which is rare, and it suits him, too. He's a quick thinker and even faster with his mouth, and John half expects him to disturb the moment with sarcasm. But Rodney doesn't even blink or flinch as John leans close enough to feel Rodney's warm breath against his face.
"Carson!"
Sheppard groaned. This was all so very wrong. He blinked open his eyes and sat up on the makeshift bed. Sweat was running down his temples and he rubbed his hand over his forehead and along his neck to wipe it off. Maybe he should take a walk in the nearby grove. He'd had a little bit too much of the local sunshine; it had lulled him and he had allowed his thoughts to stray. Hopefully a little walk would distract and tire him enough so he'd be able to find sleep later. Fortunately Dr. Weir, Lorne, Stacks, Cadman and the other scientists who'd attended the ceremony were situated into some rooms at the other end of the small village. Far away from the newlyweds.
Sheppard sighed as he exited the small cabin and stepped into the slightly cooler night air. This was better, he thought, much better. And at least Carson and Rodney seemed to be done. For now.
Taking slow steps, Sheppard wondered if something fake could sound so - convincing. It had sounded convincing to him. There was no way McKay was cool enough to fake it. He'd seen the man acting around women he'd been interested in. Blushing and stammering and stumbling over his own feet. The man wasn't able to flirt or even do subtle. There was no way, Rodney McKay was able to fake having sex with the chief medical officer!
Everything was quiet in the tiny settlement as Sheppard made his way to the grove. In some huts he could hear the sounds of the natives having sex. Soft gasps and the wet slide of two heated bodies against each other. Obviously everybody except him was having sex, he thought. Not that he was grumpy about it or something. Or even jealous of Carson!
His sex life was great. Really, he had no reason to complain. Sex was overrated anyway, he told himself, kicking at the ground and raising dust. Who in their right mind would want to have sex with Rodney McKay?! The man was a sociopath, a narcissistic egocentric.
Rodney stares at him with an sarcastic expression. One brow arches and the sharp lips curl into a bitter, ironic smile as he crosses his arms in front of his chest, taking a posture that oozes smugness and presumptuousness.
"Oh, really?" John hears him and it's more than clear that Rodney doesn't believe him for a fucking single second. "I bet you do," Rodney drawls and slowly lowers his arms, and John swallows as the thin shirt stretches over Rodney's strong chest, showing off his perky nipples.
John groaned as he felt his body respond to his imagination. Really, what was wrong with him? He didn't even like McKay, he tried to tell himself as he felt the blood rush down to his groin. The man was snarky, disobedient and talking back to him at any given chance. He was snotty and treated everyone around him like they were retards. And those were his good traits.
But still...
He didn't have a bad body, though, Sheppard thought as he left the settlement behind and strolled towards the grove. Away from the fires, still burning in small fireplaces around the ceremonial place in the middle of the settlement. He followed the old, worn path, winding along a tiny creek towards the treeline. It was distinctly cooler here, and a soft cool breeze was wafting over him as he jumped over the creek. The ground was covered in soft moss and Sheppard nearly stumbled as he set down his feet. It took him an instant to re-gain his balance, then he continued his walk.
It was true, with all the work-outs and the running on missions Rodney had gotten pretty much in shape, he had to admit. He was still a little soft around the middle, softer than his usual preference, but it fit with Rodney. Somehow.
Absentmindedly rubbing his palm over his chest, Sheppard let his mind conjure up Rodney's picture. As stubborn and snarky the man was, he had great shoulders. Sliding his hand down and playing with the cloth of his t-shirt, Sheppard slowly strolled on. It was still warm, but at least under the trees there was a little breeze. It felt good against his over-heated skin, so he pulled the hem from under his waistband, shoving it up along his chest and baring his belly. He was tingling from the sensation of his own hand brushing over his hot skin in the cool breeze and he suppressed a shiver.
What was wrong with him, he wondered? Why did he even bother when Rodney had to fake having sex with Beckett? It wasn't like he had the hots for the Canadian scientist, really.
Rodney could be a decent guy, Sheppard told himself. If he chose to be. At times he was really an ass, but he had his moments. And admitting that another guy had a great body was far from lusting for him.
Rodney sits on the cot in the hut. Sitting isn't exactly the right term, sprawled would fit much better. He's nonchalantly resting on his arms and stretching his long legs towards John.
"Oh, of course, you're not lusting for me, John," Rodney says, drawling his name. "Your interest in me is mere scientific curiosity then, I suppose?"
John swallows, not sure what to reply, and nervously shifts from one foot to the other. Rodney reads him like a book, and it's scaring and thrilling at the same time.
"So," Rodney says and straightens a bit, slowly pulling the hem of his shirt from the waistband of his trousers. "If I did this," he slides his hand under his shirt, up along his chest. He tilts back his head a little and gives John a heated look from half closed eyes as he toys with his nipples. "It wouldn't turn you on, you'd probably just wonder whether I had sensitive nipples."
Sheppard groaned. He slid his hand under his shirt, mimicking Rodney's gesture from his fantasy, brushing the flat of his palm over his chest and teasing his nipples.
It was no secret that Rodney had sensitive nipples. Damn the man for wearing these thin shirts that stretched over his broad chest and shoulders and leaving no room for speculation about his nipples! Sheppard had begun to suspect that Rodney did it on purpose. Just to catch him off guard and irritate him.
"Oh, that's what it's about?" Rodney asks and shifts on the bed. He unfolds his legs and John can see the bulge in Rodney's crotch. "About me trying to seduce you?"
He should do something, John thinks, or say something in reply, but he can't. He's tongue-tied and stunned by the display Rodney puts on for his eyes only. And, of course, aroused.
Rodney slowly slides down his hand, never taking his eyes off John's face. "And the reason why you're still here and not doing anything is just to prove you're not the slightest bit impressed," Rodney says conversationally. "Or, god forbid, aroused."
John grits his teeth, feeling heat pooling low in his belly. He should end this, he thinks. He should turn on his heels and leave. Right now. He's torn between running and staying, finding what other forbidden exciting things Rodney will come up with. He should walk over to the bed - it's only two or three steps - and do something to wipe that smug expression off Rodney's face.
His breathing accelerates as Rodney's hand travels down and cups the burgeoning erection in his pants.
"I'm," John manages to force out, then the words die on his dry lips.
"You're what?" Rodney asks silkily, his brow arching. "Horny?" he provides, slowly massaging himself with the heel of his hand. "A voyeur? Desperately trying not to cream your pants?"
Gasping and with trembling fingers, Sheppard tried to unbuckle his belt. For a short moment shame and reason were fighting with arousal and he hesitated as he popped open the button of his pants. This was wrong, downright wrong. He shouldn't be doing this. Jerking off offworld over a teammate. A male teammate who just got married to the male chief medical officer of the expedition.
Rodney leans back on the bed. The shirt's now gone and his naked chest, covered in a fine sheen of sweat, reflects the light from the candles on the small table next to the bed. The tiny flames flicker in the night breeze, letting shadows dance over Rodney's skin.
His hand cups his crotch, his fingers slowly massaging himself through the cloth of the front of the uniform pants. "Yeah," Rodney murmurs and slowly starts to unbuckle his belt with one hand. "Someone may catch you like that. All hot and bothered over a geek."
Giving in to lust, Sheppard opened the fly of his pants and slid his hand over the front of his tenting boxers. No, it was the middle of the night and everyone was fast asleep or having sex, he told himself.
Naked bodies, covered in sweat, tightly wrapped around each other. Heads falling back, expressions contorted in pleasure. Soft whimpers and gasps and the slap of wet flesh sliding against wet flesh. Erratic breathing that grows faster and faster and a triumphant moan as it's over.
He was all alone in the tiny grove, no spectators close by. He moaned softly as he touched himself through the thin material of the boxers.
"Oh, yeah," Rodney moans as he slides his hand into his boxer and spreads his legs further apart. "I knew you'd come around eventually. It's twice as much fun as only watching, isn't it?"
John nods and moans as he cups himself through his boxers. He's so hard it hurts.
Leaning back against the trunk of a tree, Sheppard pushed down the front of his boxers and pants and freed his aching erection. A ridge of the bark was pressing into his back, as he spread his legs a bit further apart to find a good stance on the soft ground, but he didn't care. He cupped his balls with one hand, tugging gently and with his other hand caressed one of his nipples.
"Stop it!" Rodney's voice is sharp and John instantly stills his hand. "Did I tell you to touch yourself?"
His head is spinning and he shivers as he finds himself trying to stand Rodney's piercing gaze.
"No," he hears himself replying. It's not Rodney's place to talk to him like that, but nonetheless he catches himself straightening his spine and looseing his grip on his cock.
"No, I didn't," Rodney agrees, his voice soft like honey. John catches a dangerous sparkle in the scientists eyes and instinctively lowers his hand. "I thought they tought you some obedience in the military."
"Air Force, to be precise," John snaps back instantly, his tone sharper than intended. It's a reflex and he bites his lip as he catches Rodney's frown.
Rodney stills his motions inside his boxers, holding John's gaze. He doesn't say anything as he slowly pulls his hand out and rises from the bed, not bothering with pulling up his trousers.
John swallows as Rodney steps towards him. He's trembling and feels himself leaking into his boxers. He can smell Rodney's aftershave and sweat, and something else.
"Air Force," Rodney repeats slowly, as he comes to a halt right in front of John. He brushes his hand over his own belly and sizes up John. "What else do they teach you in the Air Force, besides talking back?"
Before John's able to reply, Rodney raises his hand and traces a finger over John's collar bone. "At least they give you a nice work out," Rodney states and cups John's left pectoral.
Sheppard tilted back his head against the trunk of the tree, sliding his hand up and down along his hardened shaft. It was so wrong to think of Rodney -- McKay -- that way, but he just couldn't help it. Everything about McKay was hot. The pitiful-benevolent smile, the snarky expression, the way he snapped his fingers when he had a sudden inspiration.
Rodney's breath is warm against his neck. "Yeah, a nice body indeed," he says appreciatively and nuzzles John's ear. "I'm certain we'll have lots of fun with it," he promises and brushes his hand over John's chest. "Though we certainly have to work on the attitude."
John cries out in pain as Rodney bites the lobe of John's ear and pinches his nipple. "Ow!"
Rodney laughs against his neck and slides his other hand around John's waist to steady him.
He's breathing heavily and trembles, not certain how to react to this side of Rodney. He's confused about how much this arouses him, how much he enjoys it even though it's wrong.
"Hush," Rodney whispers and soothingly rubs his thumb over John's pectoral. "See, I think you have an extremly hot body, and I intend use it for my pleasure. I think you'll enjoy it, too. As long as you don't try to be smart-assed, everything will be just fine."
John nods, still stunned and trying to digest what just happened. Rodney seems to know exactly what he wants and the erection pressing into his thigh feels nice.
"So," Rodney leans back and gives him a leer. "Now that this seems to be settled, let's start with something easy. Did they at least teach you how to give decent hand jobs in the Air Force?"
One arm is still wrapped around John's middle, Rodney reaches his free hand down to the front of his boxers, pulling out his cock.
John's mouth waters as Rodney's hand takes his and guides it to his cock. "They even taught us how to give proper blow-jobs," he says with a smirk as he wraps his hand around Rodney's hard shaft.
"Oh, I'm sure they did," Rodney gives back silkily, and slides his hand into John's hair, pulling back his head. "But what did I just tell you about smart-ass replies?"
John swallows, which is hard with his head tilted back. "That, that I'm not supposed to be smart-assed," he manages.
"Exactly," Rodney whispers against his ear. "You're supposed to be obedient and pretty. Obedient and pretty means a lot of sex," he explains and traces his tongue over John's pulse point. "Giving smart-ass comments means not getting any. And trust me, you won't like not getting any. I could tie you to a chair, naked and with a cock ring and make you watch me getting blown by Carson. I bet he would like sucking me, don't you think?"
Sheppard groaned and thrust hard up into his own hand. Wrong, he thought, so wrong and so hot. It was one thing to wank off over a guy, and another to wank off over two guys. The whole "aliens made them marry each other" thing didn't really help, but Sheppard was far beyond the point where he cared or could stop.
He's tied to a chair, like Rodney threatened... promised, and he's wearing a cock ring. John tugs at the ties, but it's useless, Rodney obviously knows how to tie knots. He wants to cry out in protest, but Rodney pops a gag into his mouth.
"See, I told you," Rodney drawls from over his shoulder. John turns his head and watches Rodney slowly stalk around him. His upper body's naked, and his dick sticks out from the front of his pants, but he doesn't seem to mind that at all. "You're pretty, John. Really. Isn't he, Carson?"
John turns his head to the other side and catches sight of Carson. Naked sitting on the bed, half reclining into the pillows.
"Aye, he is, Rodney. Very fine specimen indeed," Carson says with that damn Scottish accent and the look he throws him makes John's skin tingle.
Rodney's behind him, and leans in. "He loves to watch, Carson," he whispers hotly against his ear. John can feel him rubbing the tip of his penis against his upper arm, leaving a slick trace. Closing his eyes he tilts his head to the side. He's fully aware of the submissive nature of the gesture, but he couldn't care less. He's tied and gagged and all he can do is wait out what Rodney's got in store for him. "And since he was a bad boy, I decided that punishment was necessary, although I have to admit that I'm not entirely convinced he's taking his punishment as contritely as he's supposed to be."
"He seems pretty much stunned into submission," Carson notices.
"Oh, he is," Rodney agrees and grazes his teeth over John's neck. "And fortunately he's not entirely subdued."
"No," Carson says with a smirk. "Some bits of him are still sticking out."
John groans around the gag as Rodney's hand slithers around his neck and down his chest. He's pressing closer against him, rubbing his penis more insistently against his shoulder. Rodney's hand is warm and his grip sure as he wraps his palm around John's rock-hard cock and playfully gives him a few strokes.
"Do you like this?" Rodney whispers softly and torturous slowly traces his thumb over the tip of his dick, spreading the slick precome. John thrusts up his hips to counter Rodney's downstroke motion, and groans with frustration as the other man pulls away from him. "I think you do," Rodney notices dryly and walks over to the bed.
Carson shifts and gets on his hands and knees on the bed, and John watches Rodney's hand brushing over Carson's head. His breath catches as Rodney's fingers slide into strands of gelled hair, with a possesive gesture pulling the other man close to him. Carson willingly follows the motion and nuzzles his nose into Rodney's crotch. It's so obvious that it's not the first time Carson's done this, the way his hand slides up along Rodney's thigh to push the pants out of the way without asking for permission.
John moans and bucks up against the restraits, but Rodney doesn't even seem to notice he's there. He's all focused on Carson who's taking hold of penis, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock and slowly tracing his tongue along the underside.
Rodney moans softly and tilts back his head as Carson's lips close around the tip of his cock and the scene fades into white blinding light.
Tensing and biting back a groan Sheppard threw back his head against the trunk of the tree. Stars exploded behind his closed lids as he came, thrusting up his hips, fucking his own fist. Sticky hot semen spilled over his hand and belly and onto the ground.
He wasn't sure how long he stayed like that, pants down his legs, cradling his softened penis in the tepid night air. His breathing slowly evened out and he blinked open his eyes, looking down along himself. He cursed as he fumbled around in his pockets for tissues without avail; he couldn't just wipe the mess into his shirt or onto his pants. Too spent to come up with a better solution, he raised his hand to his mouth.
"If you hadn't been so stubborn," Rodney's disembodied voice whispers, "you wouldn't have to swallow your own come, you know?"
He frowned and cursed himself as he made quick work of cleaning his hand.
"There's no reason to feel guilty, John," Rodney teases, "every guy tastes his own come sooner or later."
"Shut up," Sheppard growled, tucking himself back into his boxers. It was bad enough he fantasized Rodney while wanking off, he didn't need to imagine his voice now! He pulled up his pants quickly, closed the zipper and the button and crammed his shirt into the waistband and with quick steps walked back to the settlement.
The fire in the middle of the settlement was dying as he came back and passed Rodney's and Carson's hut. He didn't mean to listen, but as he walked over to the hut he shared with Ronon and Teyla, he heard Rodney snoring softly.
Carson's sturdy body snuggled against Rodney's form. Both men are naked and sleeping, their legs intertwined. Carson's arm is possessively thrown over Rodney's chest and Rodney's fingers splayed over Carson's naked back.
The air in the room was still warm as he entered the hut, but Sheppard felt a cold shower running down his spine as he sat down on the tiny cot. He forced his eyes shut as he laid down and stretched out his legs. It didn't matter what kind of feelings he had for Rodney, feelings that went beyond friendship. He wasn't sure what to make of the fact that Rodney had chosen to pretend to be with Carson - instead of picking the obvious candidate he'd had at hand.
He sighed and tried to focus on Teyla's even breathing. Tomorrow was a new day and after a couple hours of sleep he might view things in a different light, he tried to persuade himself. But it was a long time until sleep claimed him.
Finis...