The Geometry of Desire 6
Title: The Geometry of Desire 6
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Sheppard, Zelenka, Beckett
Relationships: Sheppard/Zelenka/McKay/Beckett
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, foursome, felching
Spoilers: None
Summary: Part of the Geometry of Desire series.
Disclaimer: The characters, the setting, etc. are NOT mine, even if I wish they were.
Movie night was, as promised, just a night to enjoy each other's company. Despite John pouting a little that they weren't going to have sex, everyone enjoyed themselves.
Carson moved in a large portion of his things, leaving a few things in his own apartment for appearance's sake.
With three lovers, all of whom were quite happy to switch, Carson had had a number of "first times" ahead of him. Thinking about that filled him with a strange mixture of anticipation and abashment.
His checklist was quickly shrinking as he grew more comfortable with his new lovers.
John, who was noisy and pushy as a bottom, turned out to be intense and indulgent as a top, and very cuddly afterward. He was capable with his mouth and hands, keeping a lover on the edge seemingly forever. He also was the only one of them who deep-throated, supposedly because it was a way to avoid the taste. When Carson would wrap his lips around John's cock, John would go almost completely still, encouraging Carson with appreciative moans and touches to Carson's face, shoulders, and hair.
Rodney was the most verbal and oral among them, at least when he wasn't the center of attention. In the midst of passion, Rodney lost all ability to speak, but if he was more spectator, he loved telling his lovers exactly how hot they were together. He didn't seem to realise how hot he was, though. Carson loved his comfortable bulk and he had the most fuckable arse Carson had ever seen. However, his greatest sexual talent, by far, lay in the intensity and focus he applied to blowjobs and how much pleasure he seemed to get from drinking a lover down like rare gourmet chocolate.
Radek was an enigma, happily letting John and Rodney plan out their sexual escapades with few contributions, trusting them implicitly. But then, when he got in the action, he took over. He wasn't shy about practically ordering his lovers around or taking his own pleasure, but paradoxically, he seemed to effortlessly meet his lovers' needs at the same time. He was at once possessive and generous. It didn't take long for Carson to discover why John and Rodney both loved bottoming to him.
The perfect picture of the three of them together was probably the one day Carson arrived home late from work and found John and Rodney sixty-nining, while Radek took John from behind. They were so perfect together that there were times Carson still felt like an intruder.
On this day, however, he arrived home to find only Radek there. John and Rodney had just gotten back from an off-world mission and finished up the post-mission medical check-up before meeting with Elizabeth for debriefing. It hadn't been a dangerous mission, but there had been a great deal of trade potential and tactical information, so Carson wasn't surprised to see they weren't home yet.
Radek was sitting curled on the sofa, frowning over something on his laptop screen.
Carson gave the top of his head a quick kiss as he settled next to him. "Still working, love?" he asked.
Radek gave an exasperated sigh, then sat back and smiled at Carson. "No. Just trying to beat John's high score in sudoku. He played it on my laptop and now my name is gone from top ten list." He muttered something undoubtedly derogatory in Czech, but there was affection in his eyes.
Carson chuckled. He wasn't much for the puzzle game, though it had its charms, but his lovers were all fanatical about it-- and very competitive. John had an annoying habit of playing on whatever computer or PDA was closest to hand. Radek seemed to take the annihilation of his personal top score list with equanimity, but Rodney had been sulking for a while now.
Radek set the laptop aside on the end table and climbed into Carson's lap for a more proper welcoming kiss. He tasted faintly of herbs and alcohol and Carson spotted the bottle and glass on the end table, mostly hidden by the laptop. "Becherovka?" he asked when they broke apart.
Radek grinned. "Actually, is my own version, using local herbs. Did you want to try a glass?"
"A wee one. I'm tired as it is."
Radek slipped off him and poured, filling the glass with the golden liquid.
"Ah, that's way too much," Carson protested.
Radek gave him a sly grin as he straddled Carson's lap, glass in hand. "We'll share." He took a drink and then lowered his mouth to Carson's.
***
"I'm beat," Rodney said for the fifth time. "I don't understand how I can be so tired when all we did all day was sit around and talk and eat. The bed is calling my name."
John grinned at him as they approached their shared apartment. Technically speaking, it was Radek's, but their own personal apartments were more for show than for sleeping or living in anymore. "What you really need is to get your blood flowing-- get some exercise. That'll wake you--" John froze in the doorway, eyes going wide.
Rodney was quicker on the uptake, shoving him clear and thinking the door shut and locked. "What are you, an idiot? Anyone could have walked by and seen... God, you two are hot!"
Carson stood bent over their table, groaning, eyes closed, body sheened with sweat, while Radek stood behind him, pumping into him in a slow, steady rhythm. Radek dropped a kiss onto Carson's back, and then smiled indulgently at his other two lovers. "We thought we would surprise you."
Carson nodded, then moaned, bucking back against Radek.
Radek gripped his hips, dropping kisses on his back. "Slow, miláček. We are putting on a show, after all."
Carson whimpered, but nodded.
Rodney drew in a shuddering breath. "So, how do we join the cast?"
"You get him after I'm done with him, Rodney." Radek's eyes had an evil glint when he grinned at Rodney. "And then it is John's turn after that."
With that thought, John found himself pressing a hand against his cock, eyes screwed shut, willing himself not to come. It would be excruciating to wait, but well worth it.
"Oh, look, Carson." Radek's voice was deep and silky. "Rodney's stripping for you, anxious to have his turn with you..."
There was the distinct sound of flesh slapping against flesh as Radek bucked forward suddenly. Carson gasped and Rodney moaned, "Oh, God!"
"Do you want me to take you quickly now, so Rodney can have you?" Radek asked.
"God, please, take him quickly," Rodney whimpered. "I can't wait."
John couldn't resist looking. He opened his eyes to see Carson nodding, pushing himself back, trying to take Radek deeper.
Radek chuckled and bit Carson's shoulder, making the other man cry out. He stilled almost completely, just the barest of rocking motions, but John knew what he was doing, had been on the receiving end of that delicious torture. Inside Carson, Radek's cock head was brushing against Carson's sweet spot, going no deeper, but just simply massaging it over and over and over until...
"Come for me first, drahý Carson."
Carson's eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth gaped open and he came, semen flowing across the wooden surface of the table.
John wasn't fast enough, his own orgasm coming on suddenly, heat pouring down his spine, into his balls and out his cock. His knees gave out and he barely caught himself on the wall, sliding down it to the floor in a startled heap as Radek gave himself over to his own pleasure, taking Carson with hard, deep strokes before burying himself fully and shuddering through his own orgasm with gasping breaths.
"You okay?" Rodney asked.
John thunked his head back against the wall, panting. "God, yes!"
"Good," Rodney said, and hurried over to the other two, slipping a supporting arm around Carson's waist as Radek shakily pulled out and stepped back. He and Radek kissed, and then Radek found one of the chairs and collapsed into it while Rodney took his place behind Carson. "You really want to do this, Carson?" Rodney asked, one hand tracing patterns on Carson's back.
Carson nodded, then looked toward John, his eyes, blue as the evening sky, meeting John's. "I do." For you, John, his eyes seemed to add.
***
As Rodney slid into him, moaning and saying his name like a prayer, Carson found himself stunned at what he was doing. He closed his eyes, thinking about Rodney's cock, coated in Radek semen, churning within him. Though he had just come, he found himself stirring back to life.
Rodney slipped his arms around him and pulled him more upright, mouth trailing kisses from the back of his neck to the side where Rodney began nibbling and then sucking on the soft skin there. He tilted his head back, till it was lying on Rodney's shoulder, giving his lover better access to mark him as he pleased.
One of Rodney's hands slipped upward to play with his nipples, circling them teasingly before pinching lightly. Rodney's other hand slid down, cupping Carson's balls and playfully skimming his cock. "God, your cock is slick, with more than come. What is that?" Rodney asked.
"Butter," Radek provided. "Also used for lube."
John chuckled. Carson looked in his direction and saw that he had recovered enough to stand and remove his clothes and was now standing, leaning against the wall, one hand slowly stroking himself while the other played with his own nipples, eyes dark and intense as he watched his lovers together.
"What's so funny?" Radek asked.
"Well, first I was thinking that I'd never pictured you as the Marlon Brando type, Radek. And then I caught the look Rodney is giving our butter dish."
Rodney paused, presumably to glare. "Well, no offense to Radek and Carson, but I'm not putting that on my toast."
"Bet he tastes good," John said.
"Oh, God, don't make me decide," Rodney said.
John pushed off from the wall and stalked toward them, looking hungry and predatory. "Just bring yourself off, then you can suck him while I take him."
Carson and Rodney moaned in unison at the thought, then Rodney curled his hands around Carson's hips, bracing him.
While Rodney pounded into Carson, John managed to insinuate himself between Carson and the table so he could take Carson's mouth, swallowing his moans and then moving to Rodney's mouth. John leaned back, a sparkle in his eyes, and touched the skin at the intersection of Carson's arm and chest, just above the armpit. "Right there," he said, and then leaned over and sucked that bit of skin into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth.
Carson knew in the morning he would bear all their marks-- Rodney's on his throat, Radek's on his shoulder, and John's here.
He flashed back to the one time both John and Rodney had marked him where it could be seen when he was dressed. Dr. Biro had come in with tea to share and he could see her studying the two. "Huh," she had said. "And here I thought you'd broken them up."
"What?" Carson had asked, startled.
She touched the two places on herself where Carson had the hickeys. "McKay and Sheppard... Well, and Zelenka, too." At his blush, she shook her head. "I am surprised at you, Carson Beckett. Three lovers." She'd grinned as Carson had stammered. "Don't worry. I'm a doctor, not a gossip."
Fingers grasped the back of his neck, slipping into his hair, as his head was turned to the side, where Radek's mouth laid claim to his. "You are so beautiful," Radek whispered against his cheek, "giving yourself so fully to us. Ours now... all ours."
"God, yes," Rodney moaned. "Oh, God! You're going to be... so slick... for John."
John stood then, wrapping his arms around Carson as well as he could and leaned past his head, taking Rodney in a kiss even as Radek turned Carson's head to once again plunder his mouth. Rodney's groan was loud, even muffled by John's kiss. He pulled Carson back against him hard, buried to the hilt, and came, filling Carson with throbbing heat.
It was almost enough to pull Carson over the edge, but not quite. He growled in frustration, not at his lovers but at his own body.
John chuckled, pulling away from Rodney. "Don't worry. I'll take care of you."
When Rodney had recovered enough to move, John slipped out under Carson's arm and walked behind him, fingers trailing lightly along Carson's sweat-slicked skin, raising goosebumps. Carson groaned as John's hands caressed his ass cheeks. He was trembling from fatigue and pent-up desire and leaned heavily on his arms, avoiding the semen-- his semen-- which slicked the surface.
John grasped his hips and pulled him back a little more. Radek stepped away, allowing John to position him without interference. Carson braced himself, waiting for John to take him. John's fingers slid into his cleft and teased at his entrance for a moment before sliding inside without a bit of resistance. "God, you're so slick and full," he growled.
Carson could feel it running out of him as John scissored him open. John moaned and withdrew his fingers. Carson heard a soft thud and looked back to see John was kneeling behind him. For a moment, he wondered if John wanted him in a different position as well, then John's hands pulled his arse cheeks apart and leaned forward...
And licked.
Carson stopped-- stopped breathing, stopped thinking, stopped moving, stopped everything-- as that tongue lapped up the butter and semen slicking his cheeks. "You taste good," John murmured, then took another lick. Then John's tongue was breaching him, tasting inside him, where Radek and Rodney had been, swallowing their semen. His lips sealed around Carson's entrance and sucked, tongue darting in and out.
"Oh, God!" Rodney, still sitting at Carson's feet, gasped echoing Carson's stuttering thoughts. Radek said something as well, but Carson thought it was probably Czech. Some part of him registered when Radek grabbed the butter dish off the table, gave Carson a passionate kiss, and then moved out of his field of vision back toward John.
He lost himself in the sensation of John's tongue stabbing into him and the lips sucking Radek's and Rodney's semen from within him. In other circumstances, he'd be thinking this was unsanitary. But right now all he could think was More, God, more.
He didn't notice John shifting behind him or the slick sounds of Radek slipping buttered fingers into John. The first he knew of it was when Rodney groaned and said, "God, Carson, this is unbelievable. I wish you could see. John licking you out is so hot, but even hotter with Radek buried balls-deep in his ass..."
Carson tried to look back, but could only catch glimpses. Rodney, on the other hand, was sitting on the floor beside him, hand wrapped around his own cock, slowly jacking off as he watched them.
"Radek's fucking him now. Can you feel it?" Rodney asked.
And, indeed, John's sucking had taken on a rhythm and he could feel a slight push and withdrawal of John's mouth against him.
"Oh, yeah. So fucking hot," Rodney moaned. "What do you think, Carson? Should I suck you or should I suck John?"
Carson whimpered, incapable of forming words.
John's lips left him for a moment. "Suck Carson. I want to come in his ass." John's arms wrapped around his legs and he laid his face against one arse cheek, Radek's movements telegraphing into the rhythmic scrape of stubble against delicate skin.
Rodney clambered under the table and enveloped Carson's dick in wet heat.
"God, Radek, yeah," John murmured into Carson's skin. "Fuck! Not too much. I want to last for Carson."
Radek moaned out something in Czech which Carson had come to recognise as his "I'm coming" phrase of choice. John moaned and then turned and bit down on Carson's arse cheek, hard enough to bruise.
Carson yelped and tried to buck forward, but was stopped from gagging Rodney by Rodney's hands on his hips, holding him steady. He moaned as the pain seemed to turn to pleasure, John's tongue laving the bite he'd made as Rodney's mouth slid up and down his cock.
And then John was standing, pressing against him, sliding into him, deep, so deep. John leaned over him, arms against Carson's arms, hands wrapping around Carson's braced on the table. "Not going to last long," he moaned. "Need you to come for me."
John began pumping into him, strong and confident, while he dropped kisses on Carson's neck and back and shoulders. Rodney's tongue was doing wicked things to his cock and Carson felt overwhelmed by all the sensation. John groaned and throbbed into him, filling up what his mouth had emptied out. Radek's hand on his side, stroking against him sent him over the edge. Carson's world went white.
He came to at the sound of Rodney moaning and opened his eyes to find himself on the floor, John pressed against his back, Rodney kneeling beside him, Radek curled against Rodney, his hand around Rodney's cock. Rodney moaned again and came, his semen spilling over Radek's hand and Carson's stomach.
Rodney unceremoniously slumped to the floor, slipping one arm around Carson's waist. John took Rodney's hand, interlacing their fingers. They lay panting and gasping, covered in sweat and butter and semen.
"Everyone okay?" John asked when he'd gotten enough breath.
Carson nodded, feeling hazy and relaxed.
"Oh, yeah," Rodney said. "Though I think my arm's starting to fall asleep."
"Yeah. I think we'd better get to bed while we can still move, sort of," John said.
Carson groaned. "Just leave me here. I don't think my legs will carry me."
John sat up. "We'll help you. Come on, Rodney."
"Why me?" Rodney complained.
"Because you're stronger than Radek."
"I'll get washcloth," Radek volunteered.
Rodney grumbled something under his breath, but managed to stand. Between them, they got Carson standing, but he felt weak and shaky, like his knees were going to give out. John and Rodney slipped their arms around him and half-led, half-carried him to the bedroom. Carson let them arrange him on the bed, closed his eyes and just enjoyed the sensation of Radek gently washing him off.
He heard John say, "Thanks, Radek," as he was drifting off. He was pulled from unconsciousness as his three lovers settled into the bed around him, drifting into and out of consciousness as they kissed him, stroked him, and spoke softly into his skin.
"God, he was hot," Rodney said.
"So beautiful," Radek murmured, making Carson smile.
"Ours," John whispered. "All ours."
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Sheppard, Zelenka, Beckett
Relationships: Sheppard/Zelenka/McKay/Beckett
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, foursome, felching
Spoilers: None
Summary: Part of the Geometry of Desire series.
Disclaimer: The characters, the setting, etc. are NOT mine, even if I wish they were.
Movie night was, as promised, just a night to enjoy each other's company. Despite John pouting a little that they weren't going to have sex, everyone enjoyed themselves.
Carson moved in a large portion of his things, leaving a few things in his own apartment for appearance's sake.
With three lovers, all of whom were quite happy to switch, Carson had had a number of "first times" ahead of him. Thinking about that filled him with a strange mixture of anticipation and abashment.
His checklist was quickly shrinking as he grew more comfortable with his new lovers.
John, who was noisy and pushy as a bottom, turned out to be intense and indulgent as a top, and very cuddly afterward. He was capable with his mouth and hands, keeping a lover on the edge seemingly forever. He also was the only one of them who deep-throated, supposedly because it was a way to avoid the taste. When Carson would wrap his lips around John's cock, John would go almost completely still, encouraging Carson with appreciative moans and touches to Carson's face, shoulders, and hair.
Rodney was the most verbal and oral among them, at least when he wasn't the center of attention. In the midst of passion, Rodney lost all ability to speak, but if he was more spectator, he loved telling his lovers exactly how hot they were together. He didn't seem to realise how hot he was, though. Carson loved his comfortable bulk and he had the most fuckable arse Carson had ever seen. However, his greatest sexual talent, by far, lay in the intensity and focus he applied to blowjobs and how much pleasure he seemed to get from drinking a lover down like rare gourmet chocolate.
Radek was an enigma, happily letting John and Rodney plan out their sexual escapades with few contributions, trusting them implicitly. But then, when he got in the action, he took over. He wasn't shy about practically ordering his lovers around or taking his own pleasure, but paradoxically, he seemed to effortlessly meet his lovers' needs at the same time. He was at once possessive and generous. It didn't take long for Carson to discover why John and Rodney both loved bottoming to him.
The perfect picture of the three of them together was probably the one day Carson arrived home late from work and found John and Rodney sixty-nining, while Radek took John from behind. They were so perfect together that there were times Carson still felt like an intruder.
On this day, however, he arrived home to find only Radek there. John and Rodney had just gotten back from an off-world mission and finished up the post-mission medical check-up before meeting with Elizabeth for debriefing. It hadn't been a dangerous mission, but there had been a great deal of trade potential and tactical information, so Carson wasn't surprised to see they weren't home yet.
Radek was sitting curled on the sofa, frowning over something on his laptop screen.
Carson gave the top of his head a quick kiss as he settled next to him. "Still working, love?" he asked.
Radek gave an exasperated sigh, then sat back and smiled at Carson. "No. Just trying to beat John's high score in sudoku. He played it on my laptop and now my name is gone from top ten list." He muttered something undoubtedly derogatory in Czech, but there was affection in his eyes.
Carson chuckled. He wasn't much for the puzzle game, though it had its charms, but his lovers were all fanatical about it-- and very competitive. John had an annoying habit of playing on whatever computer or PDA was closest to hand. Radek seemed to take the annihilation of his personal top score list with equanimity, but Rodney had been sulking for a while now.
Radek set the laptop aside on the end table and climbed into Carson's lap for a more proper welcoming kiss. He tasted faintly of herbs and alcohol and Carson spotted the bottle and glass on the end table, mostly hidden by the laptop. "Becherovka?" he asked when they broke apart.
Radek grinned. "Actually, is my own version, using local herbs. Did you want to try a glass?"
"A wee one. I'm tired as it is."
Radek slipped off him and poured, filling the glass with the golden liquid.
"Ah, that's way too much," Carson protested.
Radek gave him a sly grin as he straddled Carson's lap, glass in hand. "We'll share." He took a drink and then lowered his mouth to Carson's.
***
"I'm beat," Rodney said for the fifth time. "I don't understand how I can be so tired when all we did all day was sit around and talk and eat. The bed is calling my name."
John grinned at him as they approached their shared apartment. Technically speaking, it was Radek's, but their own personal apartments were more for show than for sleeping or living in anymore. "What you really need is to get your blood flowing-- get some exercise. That'll wake you--" John froze in the doorway, eyes going wide.
Rodney was quicker on the uptake, shoving him clear and thinking the door shut and locked. "What are you, an idiot? Anyone could have walked by and seen... God, you two are hot!"
Carson stood bent over their table, groaning, eyes closed, body sheened with sweat, while Radek stood behind him, pumping into him in a slow, steady rhythm. Radek dropped a kiss onto Carson's back, and then smiled indulgently at his other two lovers. "We thought we would surprise you."
Carson nodded, then moaned, bucking back against Radek.
Radek gripped his hips, dropping kisses on his back. "Slow, miláček. We are putting on a show, after all."
Carson whimpered, but nodded.
Rodney drew in a shuddering breath. "So, how do we join the cast?"
"You get him after I'm done with him, Rodney." Radek's eyes had an evil glint when he grinned at Rodney. "And then it is John's turn after that."
With that thought, John found himself pressing a hand against his cock, eyes screwed shut, willing himself not to come. It would be excruciating to wait, but well worth it.
"Oh, look, Carson." Radek's voice was deep and silky. "Rodney's stripping for you, anxious to have his turn with you..."
There was the distinct sound of flesh slapping against flesh as Radek bucked forward suddenly. Carson gasped and Rodney moaned, "Oh, God!"
"Do you want me to take you quickly now, so Rodney can have you?" Radek asked.
"God, please, take him quickly," Rodney whimpered. "I can't wait."
John couldn't resist looking. He opened his eyes to see Carson nodding, pushing himself back, trying to take Radek deeper.
Radek chuckled and bit Carson's shoulder, making the other man cry out. He stilled almost completely, just the barest of rocking motions, but John knew what he was doing, had been on the receiving end of that delicious torture. Inside Carson, Radek's cock head was brushing against Carson's sweet spot, going no deeper, but just simply massaging it over and over and over until...
"Come for me first, drahý Carson."
Carson's eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth gaped open and he came, semen flowing across the wooden surface of the table.
John wasn't fast enough, his own orgasm coming on suddenly, heat pouring down his spine, into his balls and out his cock. His knees gave out and he barely caught himself on the wall, sliding down it to the floor in a startled heap as Radek gave himself over to his own pleasure, taking Carson with hard, deep strokes before burying himself fully and shuddering through his own orgasm with gasping breaths.
"You okay?" Rodney asked.
John thunked his head back against the wall, panting. "God, yes!"
"Good," Rodney said, and hurried over to the other two, slipping a supporting arm around Carson's waist as Radek shakily pulled out and stepped back. He and Radek kissed, and then Radek found one of the chairs and collapsed into it while Rodney took his place behind Carson. "You really want to do this, Carson?" Rodney asked, one hand tracing patterns on Carson's back.
Carson nodded, then looked toward John, his eyes, blue as the evening sky, meeting John's. "I do." For you, John, his eyes seemed to add.
***
As Rodney slid into him, moaning and saying his name like a prayer, Carson found himself stunned at what he was doing. He closed his eyes, thinking about Rodney's cock, coated in Radek semen, churning within him. Though he had just come, he found himself stirring back to life.
Rodney slipped his arms around him and pulled him more upright, mouth trailing kisses from the back of his neck to the side where Rodney began nibbling and then sucking on the soft skin there. He tilted his head back, till it was lying on Rodney's shoulder, giving his lover better access to mark him as he pleased.
One of Rodney's hands slipped upward to play with his nipples, circling them teasingly before pinching lightly. Rodney's other hand slid down, cupping Carson's balls and playfully skimming his cock. "God, your cock is slick, with more than come. What is that?" Rodney asked.
"Butter," Radek provided. "Also used for lube."
John chuckled. Carson looked in his direction and saw that he had recovered enough to stand and remove his clothes and was now standing, leaning against the wall, one hand slowly stroking himself while the other played with his own nipples, eyes dark and intense as he watched his lovers together.
"What's so funny?" Radek asked.
"Well, first I was thinking that I'd never pictured you as the Marlon Brando type, Radek. And then I caught the look Rodney is giving our butter dish."
Rodney paused, presumably to glare. "Well, no offense to Radek and Carson, but I'm not putting that on my toast."
"Bet he tastes good," John said.
"Oh, God, don't make me decide," Rodney said.
John pushed off from the wall and stalked toward them, looking hungry and predatory. "Just bring yourself off, then you can suck him while I take him."
Carson and Rodney moaned in unison at the thought, then Rodney curled his hands around Carson's hips, bracing him.
While Rodney pounded into Carson, John managed to insinuate himself between Carson and the table so he could take Carson's mouth, swallowing his moans and then moving to Rodney's mouth. John leaned back, a sparkle in his eyes, and touched the skin at the intersection of Carson's arm and chest, just above the armpit. "Right there," he said, and then leaned over and sucked that bit of skin into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth.
Carson knew in the morning he would bear all their marks-- Rodney's on his throat, Radek's on his shoulder, and John's here.
He flashed back to the one time both John and Rodney had marked him where it could be seen when he was dressed. Dr. Biro had come in with tea to share and he could see her studying the two. "Huh," she had said. "And here I thought you'd broken them up."
"What?" Carson had asked, startled.
She touched the two places on herself where Carson had the hickeys. "McKay and Sheppard... Well, and Zelenka, too." At his blush, she shook her head. "I am surprised at you, Carson Beckett. Three lovers." She'd grinned as Carson had stammered. "Don't worry. I'm a doctor, not a gossip."
Fingers grasped the back of his neck, slipping into his hair, as his head was turned to the side, where Radek's mouth laid claim to his. "You are so beautiful," Radek whispered against his cheek, "giving yourself so fully to us. Ours now... all ours."
"God, yes," Rodney moaned. "Oh, God! You're going to be... so slick... for John."
John stood then, wrapping his arms around Carson as well as he could and leaned past his head, taking Rodney in a kiss even as Radek turned Carson's head to once again plunder his mouth. Rodney's groan was loud, even muffled by John's kiss. He pulled Carson back against him hard, buried to the hilt, and came, filling Carson with throbbing heat.
It was almost enough to pull Carson over the edge, but not quite. He growled in frustration, not at his lovers but at his own body.
John chuckled, pulling away from Rodney. "Don't worry. I'll take care of you."
When Rodney had recovered enough to move, John slipped out under Carson's arm and walked behind him, fingers trailing lightly along Carson's sweat-slicked skin, raising goosebumps. Carson groaned as John's hands caressed his ass cheeks. He was trembling from fatigue and pent-up desire and leaned heavily on his arms, avoiding the semen-- his semen-- which slicked the surface.
John grasped his hips and pulled him back a little more. Radek stepped away, allowing John to position him without interference. Carson braced himself, waiting for John to take him. John's fingers slid into his cleft and teased at his entrance for a moment before sliding inside without a bit of resistance. "God, you're so slick and full," he growled.
Carson could feel it running out of him as John scissored him open. John moaned and withdrew his fingers. Carson heard a soft thud and looked back to see John was kneeling behind him. For a moment, he wondered if John wanted him in a different position as well, then John's hands pulled his arse cheeks apart and leaned forward...
And licked.
Carson stopped-- stopped breathing, stopped thinking, stopped moving, stopped everything-- as that tongue lapped up the butter and semen slicking his cheeks. "You taste good," John murmured, then took another lick. Then John's tongue was breaching him, tasting inside him, where Radek and Rodney had been, swallowing their semen. His lips sealed around Carson's entrance and sucked, tongue darting in and out.
"Oh, God!" Rodney, still sitting at Carson's feet, gasped echoing Carson's stuttering thoughts. Radek said something as well, but Carson thought it was probably Czech. Some part of him registered when Radek grabbed the butter dish off the table, gave Carson a passionate kiss, and then moved out of his field of vision back toward John.
He lost himself in the sensation of John's tongue stabbing into him and the lips sucking Radek's and Rodney's semen from within him. In other circumstances, he'd be thinking this was unsanitary. But right now all he could think was More, God, more.
He didn't notice John shifting behind him or the slick sounds of Radek slipping buttered fingers into John. The first he knew of it was when Rodney groaned and said, "God, Carson, this is unbelievable. I wish you could see. John licking you out is so hot, but even hotter with Radek buried balls-deep in his ass..."
Carson tried to look back, but could only catch glimpses. Rodney, on the other hand, was sitting on the floor beside him, hand wrapped around his own cock, slowly jacking off as he watched them.
"Radek's fucking him now. Can you feel it?" Rodney asked.
And, indeed, John's sucking had taken on a rhythm and he could feel a slight push and withdrawal of John's mouth against him.
"Oh, yeah. So fucking hot," Rodney moaned. "What do you think, Carson? Should I suck you or should I suck John?"
Carson whimpered, incapable of forming words.
John's lips left him for a moment. "Suck Carson. I want to come in his ass." John's arms wrapped around his legs and he laid his face against one arse cheek, Radek's movements telegraphing into the rhythmic scrape of stubble against delicate skin.
Rodney clambered under the table and enveloped Carson's dick in wet heat.
"God, Radek, yeah," John murmured into Carson's skin. "Fuck! Not too much. I want to last for Carson."
Radek moaned out something in Czech which Carson had come to recognise as his "I'm coming" phrase of choice. John moaned and then turned and bit down on Carson's arse cheek, hard enough to bruise.
Carson yelped and tried to buck forward, but was stopped from gagging Rodney by Rodney's hands on his hips, holding him steady. He moaned as the pain seemed to turn to pleasure, John's tongue laving the bite he'd made as Rodney's mouth slid up and down his cock.
And then John was standing, pressing against him, sliding into him, deep, so deep. John leaned over him, arms against Carson's arms, hands wrapping around Carson's braced on the table. "Not going to last long," he moaned. "Need you to come for me."
John began pumping into him, strong and confident, while he dropped kisses on Carson's neck and back and shoulders. Rodney's tongue was doing wicked things to his cock and Carson felt overwhelmed by all the sensation. John groaned and throbbed into him, filling up what his mouth had emptied out. Radek's hand on his side, stroking against him sent him over the edge. Carson's world went white.
He came to at the sound of Rodney moaning and opened his eyes to find himself on the floor, John pressed against his back, Rodney kneeling beside him, Radek curled against Rodney, his hand around Rodney's cock. Rodney moaned again and came, his semen spilling over Radek's hand and Carson's stomach.
Rodney unceremoniously slumped to the floor, slipping one arm around Carson's waist. John took Rodney's hand, interlacing their fingers. They lay panting and gasping, covered in sweat and butter and semen.
"Everyone okay?" John asked when he'd gotten enough breath.
Carson nodded, feeling hazy and relaxed.
"Oh, yeah," Rodney said. "Though I think my arm's starting to fall asleep."
"Yeah. I think we'd better get to bed while we can still move, sort of," John said.
Carson groaned. "Just leave me here. I don't think my legs will carry me."
John sat up. "We'll help you. Come on, Rodney."
"Why me?" Rodney complained.
"Because you're stronger than Radek."
"I'll get washcloth," Radek volunteered.
Rodney grumbled something under his breath, but managed to stand. Between them, they got Carson standing, but he felt weak and shaky, like his knees were going to give out. John and Rodney slipped their arms around him and half-led, half-carried him to the bedroom. Carson let them arrange him on the bed, closed his eyes and just enjoyed the sensation of Radek gently washing him off.
He heard John say, "Thanks, Radek," as he was drifting off. He was pulled from unconsciousness as his three lovers settled into the bed around him, drifting into and out of consciousness as they kissed him, stroked him, and spoke softly into his skin.
"God, he was hot," Rodney said.
"So beautiful," Radek murmured, making Carson smile.
"Ours," John whispered. "All ours."