Fic: The Geometry of Desire 2 (NC-17)
Title: The Geometry of Desire 2
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: Sheppard, Beckett
Relationships: Sheppard/Beckett, references to Sheppard/Zelenka/McKay and McKay/Beckett, eventually Sheppard/Zelenka/McKay/Beckett
Rating: PG, but eventually NC-17
Warnings: Some kissing and sexual references
Spoilers: None
Summary: Can the threesome convince Carson to join them? Part of the Geometry of Desire series.
Disclaimer: I undoubtedly own them in some alternate reality, but not this one.
Carson managed to avoid them for the next couple of days, suddenly finding other places to be when one of them walked into the mess or spotted him in a corridor. John was considering pinning him down in the infirmary, but there had been a series of small accidents that left the medical area bustling with activity, so John chose not to interfere.
He was in Elizabeth's office, going over the requisitions, when it happened. The gate activated then the alarm went off, signaling that Stackhouse's team was coming in hot and Lenoir's voice called for a medical team to the gateroom.
Corrigan emerged first, rolling, a dark red stain spreading down his leg. Stackhouse and Yamato came after, carrying McDonald draped between them. The young Marine was covered in blood.
"Raise the shield!" Stackhouse yelled, then jerked as a burst of gunfire erupted through the gate. Several more bursts apparently wasted themselves on the shield before the gate shut down. John ran down, taking two steps at a time.
Stackhouse was looking down at the wetness spreading across his jacket. John grabbed the sergeant as Yamato lowered McDonald to the floor. "You're going to be okay, sergeant. Just hold in there," he said as he got the man to the floor and pulled away jacket and shirt to reveal the fresh gunshot wound.
There was a clatter as Carson arrived with several staff. Taking in the wounded, he hit his radio and called for Biro to meet him in the infirmary, and to prep the surgery.
***
McDonald was American, but had a great fascination with his ancestry, most of which seemed to be Scottish-- McDonald, Munro, Sutherland, McNab. He followed Carson around like an overgrown, eager puppy, asking him questions about his homeland, his culture, the food, his family, his life. Carson seemed to take it all in stride, greeting the man's most personal question with exasperated fondness.
Now the man's life was in Carson's hands. John waited among the friends of Corrigan, Stackhouse, Yamato and McDonald.
Biro emerged first, reporting that Stackhouse was stable and expected to fully recover, that the wound to Corrigan's leg would heal, and that Yamato had only gotten a couple of grazes. It was another three hours before Carson emerged.
The look on his face told them the bad news before he ever opened his mouth. McDonald had died on the table. John watched as Carson gently comforted McDonald's girlfriend, a petite redheaded Marine named Eliot. When Yamato had emerged and tenderly helped her away, Carson slumped into a chair.
It was a moment before he registered John's continued presence and another second or two before he tensed up, apparently remembering he'd been avoiding the colonel. "Is there... something I can do for you, colonel?" he asked, his voice tense.
John stood and stepped across to him. Carson flinched back, but had nowhere to go as John's hand reached for him and gently squeezed his shoulder. "Come have dinner with us."
"Colonel, if this is so you can talk about what happened the other night, I'd really rather not."
"It's not what you think," John answered.
Carson glanced around and then nodded back toward his office. "Let's talk in private a minute."
John nodded, stepped back and followed the doctor. Carson looked nervous and jumpy as he let John into his office and then shut the door.
"Look, Colonel, what happened was just a moment of weakness. I swear it won't happen again."
"Oh? That's too bad."
Carson gave John a confused look. "What?"
"Rodney told you it was an open relationship, didn't he?"
"Well, he did, but... only after... Um. I thought he was just trying to calm me down."
John chuckled. "Really, Carson. Rodney doesn't lie that well."
"There is that," Carson said, looking doubtful. "You're... you're telling me you really don't mind what happened?"
"Well, there is some concern that we might lose him to you, to be honest. That's why we'd like you to have dinner with us tonight."
"To tell me to keep my bloody hands off. Ye don't need to have me to dinner to tell me that, Colonel."
John shook his head. "That would only result in you being lonely and miserable, which would make Rodney miserable."
"I'll get over it."
John sighed. The door to Carson's office clicked as the lock engaged.
Carson blanched as John stalked toward him. "What are you--?"
John pressed him back against the locked door and took his face in his hands. "It would make Radek and me unhappy, too." Then John bent down and kissed him.
Carson seemed to go completely boneless in shock, the pressure of John's body the only thing keeping him upright.
John pulled back, slipping arms around Carson's waist to keep him standing. "You okay, Doc?"
Carson's brilliant blue eyes were wide with shock. "You-- I-- What--?"
John's eyes sparkled with mischief as he bent and kissed Carson again.
The Scot's shock was short-lived this time, and John soon felt the mouth against his open to him, hot and needy, and he slid in, tasting, feeling, exploring tongue and teeth. As the kiss continued, Carson pressed forward and John could feel the growing hardness against his thigh, his own body responding to the heat and scent of the man in his arms.
Reluctantly, John broke the kiss, eliciting a frustrated whimper from Carson. John touched his forehead to Carson's, breathing heavily. "Not here," he said by way of explanation. "Dinner tonight, eighteen-hundred?"
"Aye," Carson panted.
"Good." John pulled Carson forward a bit and there was a click as the door unlocked. Reluctantly, he pulled away, straightened his clothes, and thought the door open, nodding to his hopefully-soon-to-be lover as he strode away.
Carson stared at his receding back until the door slid shut, then shakily collapsed against the wall, sliding down it to the floor. "Good Lord, this is bloody insanity."
But he knew, insane or not, that he would go, trusting his fragile heart to these three men.
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: Sheppard, Beckett
Relationships: Sheppard/Beckett, references to Sheppard/Zelenka/McKay and McKay/Beckett, eventually Sheppard/Zelenka/McKay/Beckett
Rating: PG, but eventually NC-17
Warnings: Some kissing and sexual references
Spoilers: None
Summary: Can the threesome convince Carson to join them? Part of the Geometry of Desire series.
Disclaimer: I undoubtedly own them in some alternate reality, but not this one.
Carson managed to avoid them for the next couple of days, suddenly finding other places to be when one of them walked into the mess or spotted him in a corridor. John was considering pinning him down in the infirmary, but there had been a series of small accidents that left the medical area bustling with activity, so John chose not to interfere.
He was in Elizabeth's office, going over the requisitions, when it happened. The gate activated then the alarm went off, signaling that Stackhouse's team was coming in hot and Lenoir's voice called for a medical team to the gateroom.
Corrigan emerged first, rolling, a dark red stain spreading down his leg. Stackhouse and Yamato came after, carrying McDonald draped between them. The young Marine was covered in blood.
"Raise the shield!" Stackhouse yelled, then jerked as a burst of gunfire erupted through the gate. Several more bursts apparently wasted themselves on the shield before the gate shut down. John ran down, taking two steps at a time.
Stackhouse was looking down at the wetness spreading across his jacket. John grabbed the sergeant as Yamato lowered McDonald to the floor. "You're going to be okay, sergeant. Just hold in there," he said as he got the man to the floor and pulled away jacket and shirt to reveal the fresh gunshot wound.
There was a clatter as Carson arrived with several staff. Taking in the wounded, he hit his radio and called for Biro to meet him in the infirmary, and to prep the surgery.
***
McDonald was American, but had a great fascination with his ancestry, most of which seemed to be Scottish-- McDonald, Munro, Sutherland, McNab. He followed Carson around like an overgrown, eager puppy, asking him questions about his homeland, his culture, the food, his family, his life. Carson seemed to take it all in stride, greeting the man's most personal question with exasperated fondness.
Now the man's life was in Carson's hands. John waited among the friends of Corrigan, Stackhouse, Yamato and McDonald.
Biro emerged first, reporting that Stackhouse was stable and expected to fully recover, that the wound to Corrigan's leg would heal, and that Yamato had only gotten a couple of grazes. It was another three hours before Carson emerged.
The look on his face told them the bad news before he ever opened his mouth. McDonald had died on the table. John watched as Carson gently comforted McDonald's girlfriend, a petite redheaded Marine named Eliot. When Yamato had emerged and tenderly helped her away, Carson slumped into a chair.
It was a moment before he registered John's continued presence and another second or two before he tensed up, apparently remembering he'd been avoiding the colonel. "Is there... something I can do for you, colonel?" he asked, his voice tense.
John stood and stepped across to him. Carson flinched back, but had nowhere to go as John's hand reached for him and gently squeezed his shoulder. "Come have dinner with us."
"Colonel, if this is so you can talk about what happened the other night, I'd really rather not."
"It's not what you think," John answered.
Carson glanced around and then nodded back toward his office. "Let's talk in private a minute."
John nodded, stepped back and followed the doctor. Carson looked nervous and jumpy as he let John into his office and then shut the door.
"Look, Colonel, what happened was just a moment of weakness. I swear it won't happen again."
"Oh? That's too bad."
Carson gave John a confused look. "What?"
"Rodney told you it was an open relationship, didn't he?"
"Well, he did, but... only after... Um. I thought he was just trying to calm me down."
John chuckled. "Really, Carson. Rodney doesn't lie that well."
"There is that," Carson said, looking doubtful. "You're... you're telling me you really don't mind what happened?"
"Well, there is some concern that we might lose him to you, to be honest. That's why we'd like you to have dinner with us tonight."
"To tell me to keep my bloody hands off. Ye don't need to have me to dinner to tell me that, Colonel."
John shook his head. "That would only result in you being lonely and miserable, which would make Rodney miserable."
"I'll get over it."
John sighed. The door to Carson's office clicked as the lock engaged.
Carson blanched as John stalked toward him. "What are you--?"
John pressed him back against the locked door and took his face in his hands. "It would make Radek and me unhappy, too." Then John bent down and kissed him.
Carson seemed to go completely boneless in shock, the pressure of John's body the only thing keeping him upright.
John pulled back, slipping arms around Carson's waist to keep him standing. "You okay, Doc?"
Carson's brilliant blue eyes were wide with shock. "You-- I-- What--?"
John's eyes sparkled with mischief as he bent and kissed Carson again.
The Scot's shock was short-lived this time, and John soon felt the mouth against his open to him, hot and needy, and he slid in, tasting, feeling, exploring tongue and teeth. As the kiss continued, Carson pressed forward and John could feel the growing hardness against his thigh, his own body responding to the heat and scent of the man in his arms.
Reluctantly, John broke the kiss, eliciting a frustrated whimper from Carson. John touched his forehead to Carson's, breathing heavily. "Not here," he said by way of explanation. "Dinner tonight, eighteen-hundred?"
"Aye," Carson panted.
"Good." John pulled Carson forward a bit and there was a click as the door unlocked. Reluctantly, he pulled away, straightened his clothes, and thought the door open, nodding to his hopefully-soon-to-be lover as he strode away.
Carson stared at his receding back until the door slid shut, then shakily collapsed against the wall, sliding down it to the floor. "Good Lord, this is bloody insanity."
But he knew, insane or not, that he would go, trusting his fragile heart to these three men.