Fic: Geometry of Desire 3 (NC-17)
Title: The Geometry of Desire 3
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Sheppard, Zelenka, Beckett
Relationships: Sheppard/Zelenka/McKay/Beckett
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, foursome
Spoilers: None
Summary: "This bloody foursome thing. I can't even conceive how it would work, physically, let alone on an emotional level." Part of the Geometry of Desire series.
Disclaimer: The characters, the setting, etc. are NOT mine, even if I wish they were.
"Something wrong with the food?" Rodney asked before forking another bite of almost-beef roast into his mouth.
Carson shrugged. "It's just a wee bit early for dinner for me. I'm not really hungry."
Rodney nodded, studying his friend. "John told us about McDonald."
Carson's eyes slid away from them and toward his plate. "Yes, well, he was a bloody annoying bugger anyway."
"You really don't do The Razor's Edge very well," John said quietly.
Carson blinked, unintentionally meeting John's eyes. "What?"
"Movie with Bill Murray, based on the Somerset Maugham book. Murray plays an ambulance driver in World War I. When one of their number dies, they bad-mouth him to get past the grief."
Carson gave him a sour look. "Well, he was a bloody annoying bugger, even if..." He swallowed hard and then stood. "I'm sorry. I need to go."
It was Radek, sitting closest to the door, who grabbed him. "Carson, let us help."
"No, please. Ye don't have to--"
"Maybe we want to, you moron," Rodney interrupted.
"Rodney!" John and Radek said simultaneously.
Carson turned and bolted for the door.
***
"Go away!" Carson yelled at the door to his quarters when the knock came.
"Carson, let me in," Rodney's voice sounded through the door.
Carson sighed and opened the door. "I really don't want to talk about this right now, Rodney."
"Okay," the physicist said and pushed his way inside. "I'm sorry I scared you away."
"It wasn't you. Well, not entirely. It was... I'm just not ready for this."
"Not ready for what?"
"This bloody foursome thing. I can't even conceive how it would work, physically, let alone on an emotional level."
Rodney shook his head. "I understand. I worried about that sort of thing, too, when John and Radek invited me to join them."
Carson looked at him, blinking in surprise. "They... invited you? I thought... Oh."
"You thought what?"
"Well, actually, I thought you and John were together first."
"John and me?" Rodney shook his head. "Oh, no. Not that I didn't want to, you know. But we were team members and maybe even friends and I'm pretty bad at the whole relationship thing. So, no. And then they asked me and I spent a few days panicking."
"How'd you get over it?" Carson asked.
Rodney smiled wryly. "I haven't. No, really, they told me I got to set the rules for what I could handle when and they'd stick by them. Do you know what we did the first night we slept together?"
Carson blushed. "I'd really rather not--"
"We slept. That was it. I figured if they could stick with that and not push me, that it might be okay."
"I don't know, Rodney..."
"Come on. Come back and just talk to us. No pressure."
***
"Just Rodney?" John asked.
Carson nodded. "For tonight, yes. I'm... I'm comfortable with him and--"
"You don't need to explain. If that's what you need, it's fine. Can I clarify some things?"
Carson looked wary. "All right."
"It's okay if we stay and watch?"
Carson's face flushed deep red. "Um... yes. I was sort of expecting you to stay."
"All right. Can we touch you in non-erogenous zones-- hold your hand or caress your face, that kind of thing?"
Carson shuddered, imagining it. "Aye. Ye can do that."
"But sexual touching would make you uncomfortable."
Carson nodded. "For now."
"Is it also all right for us to touch Rodney?" Radek asked.
"Yes, that's fine."
"But more erotic play with him isn't, yes?"
"I'd... really rather you not."
"And afterward?"
"I... I don't know. I'm sorry, this is all just so--"
"Hey, doc, it's okay," John said. "We're not trying to push. Just making sure we understand the boundaries. Just a couple more questions."
Carson nodded.
"Is it going to bother you if Radek and I make love with you here?"
An image of the two of them moving together, voices mingling in pleasure, shot through him. "Oh, dear Lord!"
"Is that a yes or a no?"
Carson's tongue flicked out and ran along his lower lip nervously. "Well, it would hardly be fair for me to say you couldn't."
John smiled. "We could always go someplace else if it was really a problem."
"Other than killing me with the sight of it, it's not a problem."
John turned to Rodney, who'd been unusually silent throughout the whole exchange. Rodney was flushed, his body tense as a bowstring, his eyes dark with desire as his gaze seemed to devour Carson. John had seen that look and felt that silence before. "So, you're okay with this, Rodney?"
Rodney's eyes flickered to his face with a look that said quite plainly that he was an idiot for even asking the question before returning to Carson. "Yeah. Fine."
Carson let out a nervous breath. "So, how do we--? Mmph!"
Rodney had pounced, his mouth already covering Carson's in needy kisses.
***
He stirred half-awake feeling warm and content, with that slight ache of stretched muscles that often seemed to follow sex. Groggily, his mind took in the body pressed behind him, arm slung over his waist, and the broad back pressed into his chest. His arm was flung over the body and his hand curled along a slender ribcage. Working with the stuttering slowness of those just emerged from sleep, he calculated. One person behind, long and lean, bones sharp, male. One person in front, broad and also male. One more in front of that one. His fingers explored further and felt hair curling around them. Also male, then, with ample chest hair.
He started then as the names came to him. John, Rodney, Radek.
Oh, dear God, what had he done?
Rodney's mouth had been hot and insistent and he had given in before its onslaught. In the haze of his memory of Rodney's kiss, Rodney's body pressed against him, hands, hands exploring everywhere... Other hands had helped him out of clothes, touching quickly and moving away, had stripped Rodney as well.
Touches, caresses, kisses, bites, moans, gasps... lips and hands and teeth and nipples and throat and blue eyes and fingers... Fingers opening him up...
It had been a while since he'd done this last, but those fingers seemed to know him, stretching him, stroking inside, brushing against his prostate and making him press those fingers further in...
"Oh, God!" someone had moaned and it wasn't him and it wasn't Rodney and he had turned to see John stretched out beside him lying on his front, head on his arms, eyes closed, mouth half open... Radek knelt over his legs and Carson watched as Radek's fingers slipped in and out with a wet rhythm and John's hips pressed back then forward in time.
Somehow he'd always pictured John as the aggressive one, but here he was, taking Radek's fingers and then, after a brief, breathless pause, Radek's cock.
Carson couldn't help but join them as they groaned at the union.
And then Rodney was withdrawing his own fingers and Carson whimpered at the emptiness. Rodney pulled Carson's legs up, till he was resting his ankles on broad shoulders and Rodney leaned forward, leaned in, pressing him open and, oh dear God, filling him and he arched up, taking Rodney deeper, deeper.
"You two are beautiful," John's voice whispered.
He turned his head and smiled. John's hand snaked out and caught his, bringing his fingers to lips to kiss and lick.
Rodney groaned and matched Radek's rhythm, delicious slide of hard-soft flesh filling him and then withdrawing only to stretch him wide again. He looked up into Rodney's blue eyes, bright with pleasure, and his lover smiled and then shifted forward a little more, adjusting his angle. Carson gasped and shuddered as the broad head of Rodney's cock nudged against his prostate and then slid in, flesh ghosting along the spot as it slid past.
"There," Rodney said and pulled out, keeping the same angle and then pushing forward till Carson shuddered at the almost agonising pleasure before pulling out quickly and then back in, short thrusts, rubbing his cock against the spot again and again. Carson's hand closed hard around John's, needing the touch to ground him.
Radek reached down and wrapped his hand around John's then, pressing all three against the mattress as his body shifted and his rhythm became harder and deeper, John gasping, hips thrusting back to meet Radek stroke for stroke.
Rodney thrust deeper, and then thrust shallow, just deep enough, and then two more deep thrusts and another shallow, one deep, two shallow... Carson was flying, floating, out of control, not even sure whether to brace for a deep thrust or a shallow one. He surrendered, letting the pleasure take him, the only certainty the warmth of John's and Radek's hands wrapped around him as Rodney took him.
Radek shuddered, surged forward and exclaimed in Czech, followed by a moan from John. Carson looked up into Radek's face, eyes closed, lips moving soundlessly, and knew that Radek was filling John with his semen.
Rodney's cock nudged his pleasure spot at just that moment and Carson was pushed over the edge, the heat pooling in his gut shooting into his balls and surging out in pulse after pulse of white hot pleasure.
Rodney moaned then, pushing into him deep and hard, the throbbing of his hot come blending with the sensation of Carson's own climax.
When he had emerged from his blissed-out state, he'd watched Radek sliding John's cock deep into his mouth, sucking and slurping noisily until John had thrown his head back and filled Radek's mouth. As John had lain bonelessly, recovering his breath, Carson had rolled over and kissed him, feeling John smile against his lips, and then had pulled Radek forward and kissed him as well, tasting John on Radek's lips and tongue and then sharing that taste with Rodney, who had hummed appreciatively.
What had he done?
There was a quiet giggle and he froze, realising his fingers had been stroking along Radek's side as he remembered.
"Sorry," he whispered.
Radek managed to sit up without disturbing Rodney and studied his face, concern in his features. "Are you okay, Carson?"
Carson smiled weakly. "I don't know. It's all very... uncertain, isn't it?"
Radek shrugged. "Everything is uncertain, love more than most things."
"I suppose so."
Warm lips pressed against the back of his neck. "Go back to sleep," John whispered.
Radek took his hand and kissed his palm, lips warm and sensual, before lying back down. "Good night, milacci."
"Night, docs."
"Good night... loves." Carson wriggled back into the warmth of John's arms. Tomorrow, he would probably panic, but for tonight, this was enough.
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Sheppard, Zelenka, Beckett
Relationships: Sheppard/Zelenka/McKay/Beckett
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, foursome
Spoilers: None
Summary: "This bloody foursome thing. I can't even conceive how it would work, physically, let alone on an emotional level." Part of the Geometry of Desire series.
Disclaimer: The characters, the setting, etc. are NOT mine, even if I wish they were.
"Something wrong with the food?" Rodney asked before forking another bite of almost-beef roast into his mouth.
Carson shrugged. "It's just a wee bit early for dinner for me. I'm not really hungry."
Rodney nodded, studying his friend. "John told us about McDonald."
Carson's eyes slid away from them and toward his plate. "Yes, well, he was a bloody annoying bugger anyway."
"You really don't do The Razor's Edge very well," John said quietly.
Carson blinked, unintentionally meeting John's eyes. "What?"
"Movie with Bill Murray, based on the Somerset Maugham book. Murray plays an ambulance driver in World War I. When one of their number dies, they bad-mouth him to get past the grief."
Carson gave him a sour look. "Well, he was a bloody annoying bugger, even if..." He swallowed hard and then stood. "I'm sorry. I need to go."
It was Radek, sitting closest to the door, who grabbed him. "Carson, let us help."
"No, please. Ye don't have to--"
"Maybe we want to, you moron," Rodney interrupted.
"Rodney!" John and Radek said simultaneously.
Carson turned and bolted for the door.
***
"Go away!" Carson yelled at the door to his quarters when the knock came.
"Carson, let me in," Rodney's voice sounded through the door.
Carson sighed and opened the door. "I really don't want to talk about this right now, Rodney."
"Okay," the physicist said and pushed his way inside. "I'm sorry I scared you away."
"It wasn't you. Well, not entirely. It was... I'm just not ready for this."
"Not ready for what?"
"This bloody foursome thing. I can't even conceive how it would work, physically, let alone on an emotional level."
Rodney shook his head. "I understand. I worried about that sort of thing, too, when John and Radek invited me to join them."
Carson looked at him, blinking in surprise. "They... invited you? I thought... Oh."
"You thought what?"
"Well, actually, I thought you and John were together first."
"John and me?" Rodney shook his head. "Oh, no. Not that I didn't want to, you know. But we were team members and maybe even friends and I'm pretty bad at the whole relationship thing. So, no. And then they asked me and I spent a few days panicking."
"How'd you get over it?" Carson asked.
Rodney smiled wryly. "I haven't. No, really, they told me I got to set the rules for what I could handle when and they'd stick by them. Do you know what we did the first night we slept together?"
Carson blushed. "I'd really rather not--"
"We slept. That was it. I figured if they could stick with that and not push me, that it might be okay."
"I don't know, Rodney..."
"Come on. Come back and just talk to us. No pressure."
***
"Just Rodney?" John asked.
Carson nodded. "For tonight, yes. I'm... I'm comfortable with him and--"
"You don't need to explain. If that's what you need, it's fine. Can I clarify some things?"
Carson looked wary. "All right."
"It's okay if we stay and watch?"
Carson's face flushed deep red. "Um... yes. I was sort of expecting you to stay."
"All right. Can we touch you in non-erogenous zones-- hold your hand or caress your face, that kind of thing?"
Carson shuddered, imagining it. "Aye. Ye can do that."
"But sexual touching would make you uncomfortable."
Carson nodded. "For now."
"Is it also all right for us to touch Rodney?" Radek asked.
"Yes, that's fine."
"But more erotic play with him isn't, yes?"
"I'd... really rather you not."
"And afterward?"
"I... I don't know. I'm sorry, this is all just so--"
"Hey, doc, it's okay," John said. "We're not trying to push. Just making sure we understand the boundaries. Just a couple more questions."
Carson nodded.
"Is it going to bother you if Radek and I make love with you here?"
An image of the two of them moving together, voices mingling in pleasure, shot through him. "Oh, dear Lord!"
"Is that a yes or a no?"
Carson's tongue flicked out and ran along his lower lip nervously. "Well, it would hardly be fair for me to say you couldn't."
John smiled. "We could always go someplace else if it was really a problem."
"Other than killing me with the sight of it, it's not a problem."
John turned to Rodney, who'd been unusually silent throughout the whole exchange. Rodney was flushed, his body tense as a bowstring, his eyes dark with desire as his gaze seemed to devour Carson. John had seen that look and felt that silence before. "So, you're okay with this, Rodney?"
Rodney's eyes flickered to his face with a look that said quite plainly that he was an idiot for even asking the question before returning to Carson. "Yeah. Fine."
Carson let out a nervous breath. "So, how do we--? Mmph!"
Rodney had pounced, his mouth already covering Carson's in needy kisses.
***
He stirred half-awake feeling warm and content, with that slight ache of stretched muscles that often seemed to follow sex. Groggily, his mind took in the body pressed behind him, arm slung over his waist, and the broad back pressed into his chest. His arm was flung over the body and his hand curled along a slender ribcage. Working with the stuttering slowness of those just emerged from sleep, he calculated. One person behind, long and lean, bones sharp, male. One person in front, broad and also male. One more in front of that one. His fingers explored further and felt hair curling around them. Also male, then, with ample chest hair.
He started then as the names came to him. John, Rodney, Radek.
Oh, dear God, what had he done?
Rodney's mouth had been hot and insistent and he had given in before its onslaught. In the haze of his memory of Rodney's kiss, Rodney's body pressed against him, hands, hands exploring everywhere... Other hands had helped him out of clothes, touching quickly and moving away, had stripped Rodney as well.
Touches, caresses, kisses, bites, moans, gasps... lips and hands and teeth and nipples and throat and blue eyes and fingers... Fingers opening him up...
It had been a while since he'd done this last, but those fingers seemed to know him, stretching him, stroking inside, brushing against his prostate and making him press those fingers further in...
"Oh, God!" someone had moaned and it wasn't him and it wasn't Rodney and he had turned to see John stretched out beside him lying on his front, head on his arms, eyes closed, mouth half open... Radek knelt over his legs and Carson watched as Radek's fingers slipped in and out with a wet rhythm and John's hips pressed back then forward in time.
Somehow he'd always pictured John as the aggressive one, but here he was, taking Radek's fingers and then, after a brief, breathless pause, Radek's cock.
Carson couldn't help but join them as they groaned at the union.
And then Rodney was withdrawing his own fingers and Carson whimpered at the emptiness. Rodney pulled Carson's legs up, till he was resting his ankles on broad shoulders and Rodney leaned forward, leaned in, pressing him open and, oh dear God, filling him and he arched up, taking Rodney deeper, deeper.
"You two are beautiful," John's voice whispered.
He turned his head and smiled. John's hand snaked out and caught his, bringing his fingers to lips to kiss and lick.
Rodney groaned and matched Radek's rhythm, delicious slide of hard-soft flesh filling him and then withdrawing only to stretch him wide again. He looked up into Rodney's blue eyes, bright with pleasure, and his lover smiled and then shifted forward a little more, adjusting his angle. Carson gasped and shuddered as the broad head of Rodney's cock nudged against his prostate and then slid in, flesh ghosting along the spot as it slid past.
"There," Rodney said and pulled out, keeping the same angle and then pushing forward till Carson shuddered at the almost agonising pleasure before pulling out quickly and then back in, short thrusts, rubbing his cock against the spot again and again. Carson's hand closed hard around John's, needing the touch to ground him.
Radek reached down and wrapped his hand around John's then, pressing all three against the mattress as his body shifted and his rhythm became harder and deeper, John gasping, hips thrusting back to meet Radek stroke for stroke.
Rodney thrust deeper, and then thrust shallow, just deep enough, and then two more deep thrusts and another shallow, one deep, two shallow... Carson was flying, floating, out of control, not even sure whether to brace for a deep thrust or a shallow one. He surrendered, letting the pleasure take him, the only certainty the warmth of John's and Radek's hands wrapped around him as Rodney took him.
Radek shuddered, surged forward and exclaimed in Czech, followed by a moan from John. Carson looked up into Radek's face, eyes closed, lips moving soundlessly, and knew that Radek was filling John with his semen.
Rodney's cock nudged his pleasure spot at just that moment and Carson was pushed over the edge, the heat pooling in his gut shooting into his balls and surging out in pulse after pulse of white hot pleasure.
Rodney moaned then, pushing into him deep and hard, the throbbing of his hot come blending with the sensation of Carson's own climax.
When he had emerged from his blissed-out state, he'd watched Radek sliding John's cock deep into his mouth, sucking and slurping noisily until John had thrown his head back and filled Radek's mouth. As John had lain bonelessly, recovering his breath, Carson had rolled over and kissed him, feeling John smile against his lips, and then had pulled Radek forward and kissed him as well, tasting John on Radek's lips and tongue and then sharing that taste with Rodney, who had hummed appreciatively.
What had he done?
There was a quiet giggle and he froze, realising his fingers had been stroking along Radek's side as he remembered.
"Sorry," he whispered.
Radek managed to sit up without disturbing Rodney and studied his face, concern in his features. "Are you okay, Carson?"
Carson smiled weakly. "I don't know. It's all very... uncertain, isn't it?"
Radek shrugged. "Everything is uncertain, love more than most things."
"I suppose so."
Warm lips pressed against the back of his neck. "Go back to sleep," John whispered.
Radek took his hand and kissed his palm, lips warm and sensual, before lying back down. "Good night, milacci."
"Night, docs."
"Good night... loves." Carson wriggled back into the warmth of John's arms. Tomorrow, he would probably panic, but for tonight, this was enough.