Fic: The Body and the Universe (Beckett/Zelenka, NC-17)
Title: The Body and the Universe
Author: rysler
Recipient: snowglow1275
Pairing: Carson Beckett/Radek Zelenka
Rating: NC-17 (kinks: pain, docking)
Disclaimer: MGM is welcome to own this story as much as they own the lovely characters that inspired it. I just want to give a little something back, you know?
Author's Notes: 1100 words.
Summary: A night in the life.
The Body and the Universe
"We should tell them," Radek said.
He was lying on his back with Carson's head on his bare chest, gazing up at the awe-inspiring Ancient architecture. If there was a better place to be in the universe in this moment, he didn't know of it. Though, if he relaxed enough, if he remembered the math, he was in all places in the universe at this moment, and--
Carson's brogue chuckle brought him back. "Radek, I think they already know."
Radek simply ran his hand down Carson's tantalizingly back. Of course they knew. But that next step, moving in together, a ridiculous notion on a station so big they didn't have to share quarters, on a station so small they saw enough of each other anyway--that might take some explaining.
But he didn't want to think, for once. He wanted to enjoy this moment. Their post-coital glow. Carson, usually touchy-feely, became utterly limbless, as if he were trying to sink into Zadek's body. Theoretically possible, with just the right arrangement of energy.
They would begin again. Sated, raw, it would take time to coax them back to life, back to heat. They could compensate by adding their own heat. Too much too fast and the resulting pain would be gloriously exciting. Not enough, too slow, and the frustration would be glorious torture.
Radek smiled. The things Carson could do to the human body...A shiver went through him.
Carson lifted his head and regarded Radek with a wry look.
Radek laughed.
"When we tell them," Carson said, "Are we going to tell them why? That it takes hours? That we want all of our toys to be in one place, that running back and forth with an erection and a greased candle just isn't... Well, it's not very classy."
"Maybe they would have a few helpful suggestions," Radek said.
Carson snorted.
Radek looked back at the ceiling and cupped Carson's head. "You're right. I would never take advice from Rodney. Unless it might save the world. And even then..."
"You'd have to run a simulation." Carson moved up to sit alongside him at the top of the bed. A sure sign his energy was returning.
"Mass email to the science team?" Radek suggested.
Carson slapped his thigh. The sting was just the jolt to get the blood flowing again. "Too bad there's not a ball."
The Disco Ball Extreme had been billed as a project to test a minor Atlantis lighting and radiation system. The spray of purple, red, and yellow lights in a cavernous holding room practically begged for music. The lingering downtime the expedition faced was so often punctuated by fear and imminent destruction, but the Disco had been pulled off. Plans hadn't been altered by Wraith or Earth.
Radek still had the replica crown from being named Queen of the Disco. Carson occasionally insisted on him wearing it.
Carson ran his fingers through Radek's hair. "Maybe not a ball. Maybe an old-fashioned Roman Orgy."
Radek giggled.
"We could invite the aliens. Introduce them to our culture."
"Or we could just have us."
Carson slid down, until his lips hovered over Radek's. "Just the two of us..? Just the three of us? The four of us?"
Radek grabbed Carson's hips. "Whoever we wished."
"I wish..." Carson kissed only the corner of Radek's mouth, then his chin, before moving slowly down Radek's chest. There he tugged chest hairs with his teeth, scratchy and fine, until Radek grabbed Carson's shoulders and groaned.
"You know my body--" Radek shook as Carson's lips grazed his hip. "--Too well."
"Too well? Too much?"
But Radek answered as he always did, as warm breath gusted over his crotch, where there were more curls to send pain shooting through his body. Blood was rushing to him, seeking the tease of Carson's mouth, and though he wasn't yet stiffening, he would be.
"Harder."
Carson tangled his fingers in the thatch of brown hair and tugged. Radek yelped, and then the last of his breath was taken by Carson's mouth lowering onto his cock. The warm, wet touch was almost painful in its gentleness after the give-and-take of Carson's exploration of his body.
Then Carson's rough tongue circled him, and after all they had done earlier that night, the skin was not ready for such an assault. Radek arched, thrusting upward into Carson's mouth, trying to escape into the wet warmth again.
Carson, gagging, pulled his mouth away. He crawled up Radek's body, until his own half-hard cock pressed into Radek's hip.
Radek brought him down for a kiss, thrusting his tongue into Carson's mouth, seeking out the weapon used against him. Carson gave his tongue, deeping in the kiss until they were pressed together, form to form.
"You're dangerous," Radek said, in his brusque purr.
"I think you're just too big for me," Carson said.
Radek scoffed, trying to be content to trace Carson's shoulders and gaze into his pale eyes as Carson's hand traced his torso and then gripped his cock.
"I need you hard, all right?" Carson said.
"Right now?"
"I'm getting a bit impatient."
Radek smirked. He rubbed Carson's chest. "You going to join me?"
Carson rolled his hips, dragging his cock along Radek's hip and thigh. "Am I not doing a good enough job?"
"Depends on your plans."
"I want to be with you." Carson said, and smiled.
Radek kissed his stubbly jaw. "Together..."
"Mouth to mouth. Cock to cock."
Under Carson's ministrations, Radek's cock was swelling eagerly. Soon, it'd be slippery. Carson was already working the tip, slipping his fingers along the foreskin.
Radek lifted his knees, bumping Carson away.
"Hey--"
"Get up." Radek swung to the side of the bed. The floor greeted his bare feet.
Carson followed, holding onto Radek's waist. Radek turned around in his arms. He kissed Carson, hard, and pushed him against a wall. Steadied, Carson's hand went back to his cock.
"I think you know what I want," Radek said.
"I do have an idea."
For all his brilliance, for a mind and a manner he was proud of, Radek acknowledged that part of his appeal to this lovely, sweet man before him was simply that he was Eastern European. The accent, the DNA, the foreskin that could be worked--though each movement of Carson's eager hand brought him closer to explosion--into a tube, however slight, to encompass the head of Carson's cock. He sighed when Carson's cock pressed against his. When they were sharing fluid. When nothing separated them, not even their own bodies.
Radek's hand covered Carson's as they slipped and moved together.
"This..." Carson said, his forehead dropping to Radek's shoulder.
"Yes." And then he gave what they ached for. "Harder."
END
Author: rysler
Recipient: snowglow1275
Pairing: Carson Beckett/Radek Zelenka
Rating: NC-17 (kinks: pain, docking)
Disclaimer: MGM is welcome to own this story as much as they own the lovely characters that inspired it. I just want to give a little something back, you know?
Author's Notes: 1100 words.
Summary: A night in the life.
The Body and the Universe
"We should tell them," Radek said.
He was lying on his back with Carson's head on his bare chest, gazing up at the awe-inspiring Ancient architecture. If there was a better place to be in the universe in this moment, he didn't know of it. Though, if he relaxed enough, if he remembered the math, he was in all places in the universe at this moment, and--
Carson's brogue chuckle brought him back. "Radek, I think they already know."
Radek simply ran his hand down Carson's tantalizingly back. Of course they knew. But that next step, moving in together, a ridiculous notion on a station so big they didn't have to share quarters, on a station so small they saw enough of each other anyway--that might take some explaining.
But he didn't want to think, for once. He wanted to enjoy this moment. Their post-coital glow. Carson, usually touchy-feely, became utterly limbless, as if he were trying to sink into Zadek's body. Theoretically possible, with just the right arrangement of energy.
They would begin again. Sated, raw, it would take time to coax them back to life, back to heat. They could compensate by adding their own heat. Too much too fast and the resulting pain would be gloriously exciting. Not enough, too slow, and the frustration would be glorious torture.
Radek smiled. The things Carson could do to the human body...A shiver went through him.
Carson lifted his head and regarded Radek with a wry look.
Radek laughed.
"When we tell them," Carson said, "Are we going to tell them why? That it takes hours? That we want all of our toys to be in one place, that running back and forth with an erection and a greased candle just isn't... Well, it's not very classy."
"Maybe they would have a few helpful suggestions," Radek said.
Carson snorted.
Radek looked back at the ceiling and cupped Carson's head. "You're right. I would never take advice from Rodney. Unless it might save the world. And even then..."
"You'd have to run a simulation." Carson moved up to sit alongside him at the top of the bed. A sure sign his energy was returning.
"Mass email to the science team?" Radek suggested.
Carson slapped his thigh. The sting was just the jolt to get the blood flowing again. "Too bad there's not a ball."
The Disco Ball Extreme had been billed as a project to test a minor Atlantis lighting and radiation system. The spray of purple, red, and yellow lights in a cavernous holding room practically begged for music. The lingering downtime the expedition faced was so often punctuated by fear and imminent destruction, but the Disco had been pulled off. Plans hadn't been altered by Wraith or Earth.
Radek still had the replica crown from being named Queen of the Disco. Carson occasionally insisted on him wearing it.
Carson ran his fingers through Radek's hair. "Maybe not a ball. Maybe an old-fashioned Roman Orgy."
Radek giggled.
"We could invite the aliens. Introduce them to our culture."
"Or we could just have us."
Carson slid down, until his lips hovered over Radek's. "Just the two of us..? Just the three of us? The four of us?"
Radek grabbed Carson's hips. "Whoever we wished."
"I wish..." Carson kissed only the corner of Radek's mouth, then his chin, before moving slowly down Radek's chest. There he tugged chest hairs with his teeth, scratchy and fine, until Radek grabbed Carson's shoulders and groaned.
"You know my body--" Radek shook as Carson's lips grazed his hip. "--Too well."
"Too well? Too much?"
But Radek answered as he always did, as warm breath gusted over his crotch, where there were more curls to send pain shooting through his body. Blood was rushing to him, seeking the tease of Carson's mouth, and though he wasn't yet stiffening, he would be.
"Harder."
Carson tangled his fingers in the thatch of brown hair and tugged. Radek yelped, and then the last of his breath was taken by Carson's mouth lowering onto his cock. The warm, wet touch was almost painful in its gentleness after the give-and-take of Carson's exploration of his body.
Then Carson's rough tongue circled him, and after all they had done earlier that night, the skin was not ready for such an assault. Radek arched, thrusting upward into Carson's mouth, trying to escape into the wet warmth again.
Carson, gagging, pulled his mouth away. He crawled up Radek's body, until his own half-hard cock pressed into Radek's hip.
Radek brought him down for a kiss, thrusting his tongue into Carson's mouth, seeking out the weapon used against him. Carson gave his tongue, deeping in the kiss until they were pressed together, form to form.
"You're dangerous," Radek said, in his brusque purr.
"I think you're just too big for me," Carson said.
Radek scoffed, trying to be content to trace Carson's shoulders and gaze into his pale eyes as Carson's hand traced his torso and then gripped his cock.
"I need you hard, all right?" Carson said.
"Right now?"
"I'm getting a bit impatient."
Radek smirked. He rubbed Carson's chest. "You going to join me?"
Carson rolled his hips, dragging his cock along Radek's hip and thigh. "Am I not doing a good enough job?"
"Depends on your plans."
"I want to be with you." Carson said, and smiled.
Radek kissed his stubbly jaw. "Together..."
"Mouth to mouth. Cock to cock."
Under Carson's ministrations, Radek's cock was swelling eagerly. Soon, it'd be slippery. Carson was already working the tip, slipping his fingers along the foreskin.
Radek lifted his knees, bumping Carson away.
"Hey--"
"Get up." Radek swung to the side of the bed. The floor greeted his bare feet.
Carson followed, holding onto Radek's waist. Radek turned around in his arms. He kissed Carson, hard, and pushed him against a wall. Steadied, Carson's hand went back to his cock.
"I think you know what I want," Radek said.
"I do have an idea."
For all his brilliance, for a mind and a manner he was proud of, Radek acknowledged that part of his appeal to this lovely, sweet man before him was simply that he was Eastern European. The accent, the DNA, the foreskin that could be worked--though each movement of Carson's eager hand brought him closer to explosion--into a tube, however slight, to encompass the head of Carson's cock. He sighed when Carson's cock pressed against his. When they were sharing fluid. When nothing separated them, not even their own bodies.
Radek's hand covered Carson's as they slipped and moved together.
"This..." Carson said, his forehead dropping to Radek's shoulder.
"Yes." And then he gave what they ached for. "Harder."
END