Fic: Geometry of Desire, 7
Title: The Geometry of Desire, 7
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Sheppard, Zelenka, Beckett
Relationships: Beckett/Zelenka with implied Sheppard/Zelenka/McKay/Beckett
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, bondage, toys, voyeurism
Spoilers: None
Summary: Part of the Geometry of Desire series.
Disclaimer: Undoubtedly I own them, and a whole lot of other things, in some universe, but not this one.
Radek awoke slowly, languidly, relaxed from a night spent in the arms of his lovers and knowing there was nowhere he had to be today. The bed was empty-- the others had obviously gone off to work. Lassitude gave way to befuddlement as he stretched and found his arm brought up short. He tried to reach across with the other hand, but was stopped once again.
He was definitely awake now, trying to sit up to take in his situation, but his legs were restrained just as his arms were. He turned his head and took in the cuff around a wrist and the chain leading to the wall somewhere above his head.
His head thunked back into the pile of pillows and he began swearing at his too-creative lovers.
***
John grinned as a sudden burst of vehement Czech, with a bit of English and he thought maybe French, sounded in his earpiece, coming through on the private, scrambled channel they'd set up for the four of them. He clicked his radio on. "Good morning, doc. Is there a problem?"
"Yes! You--" here Radek inserted a Czech term that John didn't make out clearly, but had a pretty good idea of its meaning anyway. "It is my day off. I am supposed to be relaxing!"
"And you aren't relaxing?" John asked, casually. "Here I figured you were still in bed."
"Of course I am still in bed!"
"Then what's the problem?"
"I need very badly to be out of bed. You will come release me."
John chuckled. "Hey, Carson?"
"Aye, colonel," Carson's voice clicked in.
"Think you could go take care of Radek for me?"
"Oh, I'd be happy to, colonel. Just hold on for a wee bit, Radek, and I'll be right there."
***
Rodney leaned back in his chair and sighed as he heard Carson's voice over his radio saying, "Hello, Radek, love." There was something dark and delicious in the tone and it made his cock stir every time he heard Carson use that voice.
"Finally, you are here!" Radek's voice answered, sounding plaintive and annoyed at the same time and Rodney shook his head when he realised Radek had missed the heat in Carson's greeting. "I am sure this is lovely joke, but you can uncuff me now."
"Oh, I don't think so," Carson answered. "You see, everyone so enjoyed your performance for John's birthday, that we decided on a repeat."
There was a longish pause and then Radek answered. "There is no camera."
"Aye, that's true, because it's going to be live... all day... whenever one of us feels like it."
There was a slight gasp. "You are going to leave me tied up to the bed all day?"
"Oh, yes. All day. And whenever one of us has a few minutes, we'll come in here and fuck you, while the others listen in. You don't need to worry about whether we're getting enough pleasure, whether everyone feels included, what position, or anything else you think about whenever we have sex, because you have no control here. We'll take it as fast or as slow as we want. We'll come when we want. And we'll let you come when we want. All you have to do is lie back and enjoy it, just let us take you."
Radek made a small sound in the back of his throat-- the sort of sound he made when the cook made kolaches, when someone suggested a special turn-on, when he came home to find two or more of his lovers in the midst of passion, when his partner was coming with Radek's cock buried deep inside.
Rodney's cock grew heavy at the sound, his trousers suddenly too tight.
"Of course, if it gets to be too much, we'll all be listening in on the radio. All you have to do is tell us and one of us will be here in a flash to let you go." There was a short pause and Rodney could picture Carson slipping his fingers through Radek's hair. "But we really hope you don't, because we have something special planned for dinner." Oh, and the promise in Carson's tones! "What do ye say, love? Will you trust us?"
"Ano, milacku. Always." Radek's voice turned from breathy to slightly peevish. "But... right now I need to relieve myself. And I might need coffee or I will get headache."
There was the sound of a kiss. "Don't worry. I'll let you up for that. And I brought you a cup of coffee, which should be about the right temperature now, and a wee bit of breakfast. But you need to hurry, because I want to prepare you for the rest of the day, so you'll be all slick and open for us when we want you, and I don't want to be gone too long from the infirmary."
Radek let out a sound halfway between a gasp and a moan. "I'll hurry!"
Rodney pressed his hand against his hard cock as the image of Carson "preparing" Radek flitted across his mind. They'd all decided that they'd try to space their visits out today and he certainly didn't want to come now with the promise of Radek bound and ready for him. But, damn, it was going to be difficult!
***
Radek moaned, clutching the chains that ran from his wrists and trying to arch off the bed as Carson's fingers worked into him, stretching him, slicking him up, teasing against his prostate.
He'd relieved himself, brushed his teeth, and had breakfast quickly before lying back down and letting Carson refasten him to the bed, his cock growing hard just from the act of placing himself into Carson's hands. Now he lay with his arms secured to the wall above his head. But it was the contraption binding his legs that was ingenious. A padded strap ran behind his neck from which two braided leather cords ran to his ankles, where they snugged through a couple of clips on the ankle cuffs. The cords' short length pulled his legs up and back, holding him open and at the proper angle for Carson without any effort on his part.
"That's right, love," Carson crooned. "Let John and Rodney hear you."
Carson was still dressed, kneeling between Radek's upraised legs, eyes and hands intent on his lover. He would seem cool and untouched if it weren't for the slight roughness of his voice, the hitch of his breathing, and the darkness in his eyes. Radek suspected he was hard as well, but couldn't see from this angle. What he knew for certain was that Carson was slowly taking him apart till all he could think about was the touch of those hands, the brush of fingertips against his sweet spot. "Please, Carson!" he gasped at another teasing touch. "Please! I'm going to come soon."
"Oh, no, you're not," Carson said, voice like chocolate and danger. "Not till I let you, love."
Radek tried to thrust up, to take those fingers where he needed them, but he was stopped, held, and all he could do was groan.
***
Radek very rarely lost English altogether, even in the midst of passion. But as John sat in his office, hand pressed against his erection, he listened as the articles were lost from Radek's sentences. Then other grammatical peculiarities slipped in. And then Czech words began to replace English, slowly and surely, until at last the only words in Radek's babble that John understood were a few he'd picked up from Radek along the way and the name "Carson."
"All right, there's a love," Carson's voice finally said. "Relax, love. Relax. I'm going to take you now."
There was a moment of silence, save for the sound of harsh breathing, and then John could hear both men groan as one and he had to clamp down on his cock hard to keep from coming.
***
Carson took him in one long, delicious thrust, filling him completely, their moans of pleasure comingling. Carson knelt between Radek's upraised legs, still mostly clothed, eyes shut, panting hard.
"God, you feel so good," Carson murmured, still not moving.
Radek whimpered, needy beyond words.
"Hush, love," Carson said, one hand softly stroking Radek's thigh, as if calming an animal. "Radek, I want you to try not to come for as long as you can. Can ye do that, love? Radek?"
He groaned, but nodded. "Ano, milacku."
"There's a love," Carson whispered, his voice tense from his own restraint. "Just lie back and hold it for me for as long as you can."
And then he drew back and thrust back in, hard and deep, and Radek whimpered, closed his eyes, and thought about holding back his own orgasm, thought about pleasing Carson, and surrendered his body to his lover's pleasure.
***
Carson had intended to take this slow and gentle, to spin it out for as long as humanly possible, to make Rodney and John listen to their moans of pleasure for what would feel like ages. But Radek's body, so warm and slick and open around him, did him in and he found himself thrusting in earnest as soon as he started moving.
Radek lay back, arms stretched above his head, chains gleaming in the morning sun. His hair was flung out across the pillow in a wild halo, his eyes closed and mouth moving over silent syllables. As much as possible in his restraints, Radek was moving with Carson's thrusts, giving himself wholly to the act they were playing out. His whole body was sheened in sweat, which shone in the light streaming from the window. There was tension in his face, a look of total concentration. For me, Carson thought and suddenly was filled with a fierce, primal need to own this man, to mark him, to fill him.
He pounded into him, hard and deep, taking his pleasure, every thrust a silent cry of "Mine, mine, mine!" Their breathing grew ragged together-- gasps and moans and wordless cries-- and then Radek was crying out, so close, so close... Carson clamped down on the base of Radek cock with one hand while he reached up with the other and pinched his own nipple through his shirt, pushing himself over the edge. He slammed deep into Radek's body, grinding forward as if he could drive even more of himself into his lover, and throbbed into him, filling him.
After a long moment of exquisite pleasure, he felt Radek go boneless under him and opened his eyes, taking in the sight of his hand still clamped around Radek's cock. Long glistening strands of pre-come hung off it and pooled on Radek's belly, but he hadn't come.
Carson pulled out gently, but Radek still let out a soft moan. "Are you all right, love?"
Radek nodded, his eyes slitting open to look at Carson, suddenly wary.
Carson smiled, suspecting he knew Radek's concern. "Don't worry, love. I'll let you come very soon now. I'll not leave you like this."
The tension left Radek's face at that, a small smile touching his lips.
"I need to get something. I'll be right back." Carson slipped from the bed and headed into the bathroom, where he got out the other object John and Rodney had picked up at some off-world market for such an occasion as this. He'd checked it carefully and sterilised it last night. Now he ran it under hot water to warm it, while he quickly cleaned up, tucked himself in, and fastened his khakis.
He picked up the item and nodded in appreciation at its warmth, then grinned at his reflection. Oh, this was going to be evil fun.
***
Rodney moaned, glad that he wasn't broadcasting to his lovers' radios. This had all sounded so hot and perfect when they'd planned it, but he wasn't sure he could wait the hour or more before he could reasonably be expected to slip out of his office for a quick coffee break and snack.
The sound of Carson fucking Radek had completely ruined his concentration anyway. It wasn't like he was going to get anything done. Maybe he could take his break early-- blame a too-small breakfast or getting decaf coffee by mistake...
When he did, Radek's ass was so his.
"All right, love," Carson's voice sounded in his ear, "I'm back now."
Radek murmured a reply and Rodney tensed, pressing a hand to his erection.
So very, very his...
***
Radek thrummed with need, certain Carson would take care of him, but still desperate. Carson settled between his upraised legs again, one hand caressing his thigh. He heard the small click of the lube being opened and sighed, awaiting relief. Carson didn't apply any to Radek's cock, which had been his first thought, so he supposed his lover was slicking up fingers once again.
The blunt, hard warmth pushing into him was unexpected and he cried out, tensing.
"Shhh. Relax," Carson whispered.
He found his voice. "What is that?"
"It's a butt plug, to keep you full of my come and, later, John's and Rodney's as well, so you'll be nice and stretched and slicked for us, whenever we want you."
Radek moaned as the intrusion was withdrawn slightly and then pushed into him deeper.
"Do you like the idea of that, love? Being all ready to be fucked whenever we want? Of having our come inside you all day?"
Radek nodded, groaning.
"Good," Carson answered. And then the heat of his mouth was suddenly surrounding Radek's cock head, tongue flicking out to lap at the leaking slit, teasing under the foreskin in delicious agony. He sucked, tightening the loose covering, and then pushed down, enveloping Radek's erection in wet heat.
Radek had been so close for so long, he knew he couldn't hold out under that onslaught for long, but he tried to anyway, wringing as much pleasure from the hot mouth moving on him, the tongue lapping everywhere, the press of the butt plug against his prostate, and the slide of Carson's other hand on overheated skin, pleasuring and calming him, encouraging him to hold out. He wanted to move, to drive into that mouth, to set the rhythm, but couldn't. Distantly, he registered that he was babbling, gasping, moaning, begging for more and less and dear God, just let me come, until the pressure behind his balls was too much and he was pulsing into Carson's mouth. Pleasure and sweet, sweet relief poured through him as he emptied himself and Carson swallowed around him. Carson then slowly, gently lapped his cock clean. He didn't even have the energy to protest that it was almost too much.
He was sliding toward the sleep that comes after such mindblowing orgasms when he felt the tension release on his ankle cuffs and his legs being carefully lowered to the bed. "Hm?" he murmured.
Then Carson slid off the bed and his legs were being pulled straight and a couple of clicks told him he was secured as he had been upon waking. He vaguely sensed Carson moving and heard the curtains being drawn. The next thing he knew, Carson's hand was ruffling through his hair and Carson's mouth was taking his, tasting of his come. "If ye need anything, love, just say so. Your radio's been left broadcasting on our private channel."
"Ano, milacku," he answered dreamily.
Carson chuckled and he opened one eye to see his lover smiling down at him with affection in his eyes. "Ye look so relaxed and delicious, I'd love to stay a while, hold you, perhaps take you again, but I've got to be going."
Radek smiled. "But you will be back."
"Aye, love, I will. And I'll be listening to John and Rodney have their way with you before then, I'm sure."
Radek sighed and smiled, closing his eyes again, and wondered whether his other lovers would come to him together or separately. But even those thoughts weren't enough to hold back the waters of sleep. He was distantly aware of Carson kissing him again and saying goodbye before he sank down into darkness.
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Sheppard, Zelenka, Beckett
Relationships: Beckett/Zelenka with implied Sheppard/Zelenka/McKay/Beckett
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, bondage, toys, voyeurism
Spoilers: None
Summary: Part of the Geometry of Desire series.
Disclaimer: Undoubtedly I own them, and a whole lot of other things, in some universe, but not this one.
Radek awoke slowly, languidly, relaxed from a night spent in the arms of his lovers and knowing there was nowhere he had to be today. The bed was empty-- the others had obviously gone off to work. Lassitude gave way to befuddlement as he stretched and found his arm brought up short. He tried to reach across with the other hand, but was stopped once again.
He was definitely awake now, trying to sit up to take in his situation, but his legs were restrained just as his arms were. He turned his head and took in the cuff around a wrist and the chain leading to the wall somewhere above his head.
His head thunked back into the pile of pillows and he began swearing at his too-creative lovers.
***
John grinned as a sudden burst of vehement Czech, with a bit of English and he thought maybe French, sounded in his earpiece, coming through on the private, scrambled channel they'd set up for the four of them. He clicked his radio on. "Good morning, doc. Is there a problem?"
"Yes! You--" here Radek inserted a Czech term that John didn't make out clearly, but had a pretty good idea of its meaning anyway. "It is my day off. I am supposed to be relaxing!"
"And you aren't relaxing?" John asked, casually. "Here I figured you were still in bed."
"Of course I am still in bed!"
"Then what's the problem?"
"I need very badly to be out of bed. You will come release me."
John chuckled. "Hey, Carson?"
"Aye, colonel," Carson's voice clicked in.
"Think you could go take care of Radek for me?"
"Oh, I'd be happy to, colonel. Just hold on for a wee bit, Radek, and I'll be right there."
***
Rodney leaned back in his chair and sighed as he heard Carson's voice over his radio saying, "Hello, Radek, love." There was something dark and delicious in the tone and it made his cock stir every time he heard Carson use that voice.
"Finally, you are here!" Radek's voice answered, sounding plaintive and annoyed at the same time and Rodney shook his head when he realised Radek had missed the heat in Carson's greeting. "I am sure this is lovely joke, but you can uncuff me now."
"Oh, I don't think so," Carson answered. "You see, everyone so enjoyed your performance for John's birthday, that we decided on a repeat."
There was a longish pause and then Radek answered. "There is no camera."
"Aye, that's true, because it's going to be live... all day... whenever one of us feels like it."
There was a slight gasp. "You are going to leave me tied up to the bed all day?"
"Oh, yes. All day. And whenever one of us has a few minutes, we'll come in here and fuck you, while the others listen in. You don't need to worry about whether we're getting enough pleasure, whether everyone feels included, what position, or anything else you think about whenever we have sex, because you have no control here. We'll take it as fast or as slow as we want. We'll come when we want. And we'll let you come when we want. All you have to do is lie back and enjoy it, just let us take you."
Radek made a small sound in the back of his throat-- the sort of sound he made when the cook made kolaches, when someone suggested a special turn-on, when he came home to find two or more of his lovers in the midst of passion, when his partner was coming with Radek's cock buried deep inside.
Rodney's cock grew heavy at the sound, his trousers suddenly too tight.
"Of course, if it gets to be too much, we'll all be listening in on the radio. All you have to do is tell us and one of us will be here in a flash to let you go." There was a short pause and Rodney could picture Carson slipping his fingers through Radek's hair. "But we really hope you don't, because we have something special planned for dinner." Oh, and the promise in Carson's tones! "What do ye say, love? Will you trust us?"
"Ano, milacku. Always." Radek's voice turned from breathy to slightly peevish. "But... right now I need to relieve myself. And I might need coffee or I will get headache."
There was the sound of a kiss. "Don't worry. I'll let you up for that. And I brought you a cup of coffee, which should be about the right temperature now, and a wee bit of breakfast. But you need to hurry, because I want to prepare you for the rest of the day, so you'll be all slick and open for us when we want you, and I don't want to be gone too long from the infirmary."
Radek let out a sound halfway between a gasp and a moan. "I'll hurry!"
Rodney pressed his hand against his hard cock as the image of Carson "preparing" Radek flitted across his mind. They'd all decided that they'd try to space their visits out today and he certainly didn't want to come now with the promise of Radek bound and ready for him. But, damn, it was going to be difficult!
***
Radek moaned, clutching the chains that ran from his wrists and trying to arch off the bed as Carson's fingers worked into him, stretching him, slicking him up, teasing against his prostate.
He'd relieved himself, brushed his teeth, and had breakfast quickly before lying back down and letting Carson refasten him to the bed, his cock growing hard just from the act of placing himself into Carson's hands. Now he lay with his arms secured to the wall above his head. But it was the contraption binding his legs that was ingenious. A padded strap ran behind his neck from which two braided leather cords ran to his ankles, where they snugged through a couple of clips on the ankle cuffs. The cords' short length pulled his legs up and back, holding him open and at the proper angle for Carson without any effort on his part.
"That's right, love," Carson crooned. "Let John and Rodney hear you."
Carson was still dressed, kneeling between Radek's upraised legs, eyes and hands intent on his lover. He would seem cool and untouched if it weren't for the slight roughness of his voice, the hitch of his breathing, and the darkness in his eyes. Radek suspected he was hard as well, but couldn't see from this angle. What he knew for certain was that Carson was slowly taking him apart till all he could think about was the touch of those hands, the brush of fingertips against his sweet spot. "Please, Carson!" he gasped at another teasing touch. "Please! I'm going to come soon."
"Oh, no, you're not," Carson said, voice like chocolate and danger. "Not till I let you, love."
Radek tried to thrust up, to take those fingers where he needed them, but he was stopped, held, and all he could do was groan.
***
Radek very rarely lost English altogether, even in the midst of passion. But as John sat in his office, hand pressed against his erection, he listened as the articles were lost from Radek's sentences. Then other grammatical peculiarities slipped in. And then Czech words began to replace English, slowly and surely, until at last the only words in Radek's babble that John understood were a few he'd picked up from Radek along the way and the name "Carson."
"All right, there's a love," Carson's voice finally said. "Relax, love. Relax. I'm going to take you now."
There was a moment of silence, save for the sound of harsh breathing, and then John could hear both men groan as one and he had to clamp down on his cock hard to keep from coming.
***
Carson took him in one long, delicious thrust, filling him completely, their moans of pleasure comingling. Carson knelt between Radek's upraised legs, still mostly clothed, eyes shut, panting hard.
"God, you feel so good," Carson murmured, still not moving.
Radek whimpered, needy beyond words.
"Hush, love," Carson said, one hand softly stroking Radek's thigh, as if calming an animal. "Radek, I want you to try not to come for as long as you can. Can ye do that, love? Radek?"
He groaned, but nodded. "Ano, milacku."
"There's a love," Carson whispered, his voice tense from his own restraint. "Just lie back and hold it for me for as long as you can."
And then he drew back and thrust back in, hard and deep, and Radek whimpered, closed his eyes, and thought about holding back his own orgasm, thought about pleasing Carson, and surrendered his body to his lover's pleasure.
***
Carson had intended to take this slow and gentle, to spin it out for as long as humanly possible, to make Rodney and John listen to their moans of pleasure for what would feel like ages. But Radek's body, so warm and slick and open around him, did him in and he found himself thrusting in earnest as soon as he started moving.
Radek lay back, arms stretched above his head, chains gleaming in the morning sun. His hair was flung out across the pillow in a wild halo, his eyes closed and mouth moving over silent syllables. As much as possible in his restraints, Radek was moving with Carson's thrusts, giving himself wholly to the act they were playing out. His whole body was sheened in sweat, which shone in the light streaming from the window. There was tension in his face, a look of total concentration. For me, Carson thought and suddenly was filled with a fierce, primal need to own this man, to mark him, to fill him.
He pounded into him, hard and deep, taking his pleasure, every thrust a silent cry of "Mine, mine, mine!" Their breathing grew ragged together-- gasps and moans and wordless cries-- and then Radek was crying out, so close, so close... Carson clamped down on the base of Radek cock with one hand while he reached up with the other and pinched his own nipple through his shirt, pushing himself over the edge. He slammed deep into Radek's body, grinding forward as if he could drive even more of himself into his lover, and throbbed into him, filling him.
After a long moment of exquisite pleasure, he felt Radek go boneless under him and opened his eyes, taking in the sight of his hand still clamped around Radek's cock. Long glistening strands of pre-come hung off it and pooled on Radek's belly, but he hadn't come.
Carson pulled out gently, but Radek still let out a soft moan. "Are you all right, love?"
Radek nodded, his eyes slitting open to look at Carson, suddenly wary.
Carson smiled, suspecting he knew Radek's concern. "Don't worry, love. I'll let you come very soon now. I'll not leave you like this."
The tension left Radek's face at that, a small smile touching his lips.
"I need to get something. I'll be right back." Carson slipped from the bed and headed into the bathroom, where he got out the other object John and Rodney had picked up at some off-world market for such an occasion as this. He'd checked it carefully and sterilised it last night. Now he ran it under hot water to warm it, while he quickly cleaned up, tucked himself in, and fastened his khakis.
He picked up the item and nodded in appreciation at its warmth, then grinned at his reflection. Oh, this was going to be evil fun.
***
Rodney moaned, glad that he wasn't broadcasting to his lovers' radios. This had all sounded so hot and perfect when they'd planned it, but he wasn't sure he could wait the hour or more before he could reasonably be expected to slip out of his office for a quick coffee break and snack.
The sound of Carson fucking Radek had completely ruined his concentration anyway. It wasn't like he was going to get anything done. Maybe he could take his break early-- blame a too-small breakfast or getting decaf coffee by mistake...
When he did, Radek's ass was so his.
"All right, love," Carson's voice sounded in his ear, "I'm back now."
Radek murmured a reply and Rodney tensed, pressing a hand to his erection.
So very, very his...
***
Radek thrummed with need, certain Carson would take care of him, but still desperate. Carson settled between his upraised legs again, one hand caressing his thigh. He heard the small click of the lube being opened and sighed, awaiting relief. Carson didn't apply any to Radek's cock, which had been his first thought, so he supposed his lover was slicking up fingers once again.
The blunt, hard warmth pushing into him was unexpected and he cried out, tensing.
"Shhh. Relax," Carson whispered.
He found his voice. "What is that?"
"It's a butt plug, to keep you full of my come and, later, John's and Rodney's as well, so you'll be nice and stretched and slicked for us, whenever we want you."
Radek moaned as the intrusion was withdrawn slightly and then pushed into him deeper.
"Do you like the idea of that, love? Being all ready to be fucked whenever we want? Of having our come inside you all day?"
Radek nodded, groaning.
"Good," Carson answered. And then the heat of his mouth was suddenly surrounding Radek's cock head, tongue flicking out to lap at the leaking slit, teasing under the foreskin in delicious agony. He sucked, tightening the loose covering, and then pushed down, enveloping Radek's erection in wet heat.
Radek had been so close for so long, he knew he couldn't hold out under that onslaught for long, but he tried to anyway, wringing as much pleasure from the hot mouth moving on him, the tongue lapping everywhere, the press of the butt plug against his prostate, and the slide of Carson's other hand on overheated skin, pleasuring and calming him, encouraging him to hold out. He wanted to move, to drive into that mouth, to set the rhythm, but couldn't. Distantly, he registered that he was babbling, gasping, moaning, begging for more and less and dear God, just let me come, until the pressure behind his balls was too much and he was pulsing into Carson's mouth. Pleasure and sweet, sweet relief poured through him as he emptied himself and Carson swallowed around him. Carson then slowly, gently lapped his cock clean. He didn't even have the energy to protest that it was almost too much.
He was sliding toward the sleep that comes after such mindblowing orgasms when he felt the tension release on his ankle cuffs and his legs being carefully lowered to the bed. "Hm?" he murmured.
Then Carson slid off the bed and his legs were being pulled straight and a couple of clicks told him he was secured as he had been upon waking. He vaguely sensed Carson moving and heard the curtains being drawn. The next thing he knew, Carson's hand was ruffling through his hair and Carson's mouth was taking his, tasting of his come. "If ye need anything, love, just say so. Your radio's been left broadcasting on our private channel."
"Ano, milacku," he answered dreamily.
Carson chuckled and he opened one eye to see his lover smiling down at him with affection in his eyes. "Ye look so relaxed and delicious, I'd love to stay a while, hold you, perhaps take you again, but I've got to be going."
Radek smiled. "But you will be back."
"Aye, love, I will. And I'll be listening to John and Rodney have their way with you before then, I'm sure."
Radek sighed and smiled, closing his eyes again, and wondered whether his other lovers would come to him together or separately. But even those thoughts weren't enough to hold back the waters of sleep. He was distantly aware of Carson kissing him again and saying goodbye before he sank down into darkness.