Apology Accepted (1/1)
Title: Apology Accepted
Author: somehowunbroken
Fandom: SGA
Characters: John/David/Evan
Word Count: 1,828
Rating: NC-17/porn!
Notes: Set post-Remnants, because there's no way John can just yell at David like that and leave. Inspired by clwilson2006.
John feels bad about yelling at Parrish. Really, he does, and it’s not just because he knows that the guy is sleeping with his second-in-command. He and Evan had been on-again-off-again fuck buddies before Evan and Parrish had hooked up, and Evan had called it off when he and Parrish had gotten kind of serious. John’s not mad or jealous or anything, knows that Evan and Parrish are really pretty committed to each other.
But he’s quasi-almost-sort-of-friends with Parrish, or something, given his past relationship with Evan and Evan’s current relationship with the doctor, so when Dr. Kiang exits the Jumper back on Atlantis and Parrish makes to follow her, John grabs his arm. “Hey, Doc, wait a sec.”
Parrish is standing a little stiffly, holding his body away from John as well as he can while John has a grip on his arm. “What can I do for you, Colonel?”
John sighs. “Look, Parrish, I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have - back there,” he gestures at the mainland vaguely. “I - there was something - I’m not sure.”
Parrish nods slowly, and okay, that explanation sucks. Totally, totally sucks, and John draws in a breath to try to say something else but Parrish shrugs his shoulders, arm moving in John’s grasp.
“It’s quite fine, Colonel,” he says. “Ev - Major Lorne has told me, on numerous occasions, to listen to what you say in the field.” He shrugs again, focusing his eyes right on John’s. “And I’m used to most of you military types being…”
“Rude,” John finishes for him. “Let me make it up to you.”
Parrish tilts his head. “How?”
John grins suddenly and pulls him back into the Jumper. “I can think of a few things,” he says, leaning in close to mouth a trail from Parrish’s ear to his lips. “Starting with this.”
John sinks to his knee and pauses, looking up at Parrish, whose expression is filled with a mixture of surprise and disbelief and, yeah, arousal. He doesn’t say no when John opens his pants, or when he draws out the other man’s dick, or when he swirls his tongue and bobs his head, and Parrish definitely doesn’t tell him to stop when he’s gasping and spilling in John’s mouth.
“Yeah,” John says, wiping him mouth with the back of his hand as he stands up. “We good?”
Parrish just nods, leaning on the wall of the Jumper until he can clear his head and tuck himself back in. “Certainly.”
John doesn’t think about it again. Well, okay, he does - a lot, actually, more than he thought he would before dropping to his knees. He’s in a meeting with Woolsey when he remembers Parrish’s hands in his hair, and he’s watching The Matrix with his team when he recalls the gasping breaths that Parish makes when he comes, and he’s talking to Evan about mission proposals when he thinks about the way Parrish tastes, like earth and air and something warm, and John knows it’s going to stick with him until he gets it out of his system.
That, however is easier said than done, because he’s realizing this while he’s sitting across from Evan, and he catches the look in Evan’s eyes when he mentions a trip that Parrish wants to take to M6R-88Y, the little quirk of his lips, and it hits him that he’s sitting here daydreaming about his friend’s partner, for the love of God, John, get a grip.
It doesn’t help, he can’t get a grip, and four days later he’s hanging out in the greenhouses, just waiting.
“Colonel?” Parrish’s voice comes from behind him, and when John turns there’s a smudge of soil across Parrish’s cheekbone, a potted plant in his hands, and John carefully takes the plant and moves it to a nearby table before he backs Parrish into the nearest wall and leans into him. Parrish meets his mouth with intensity, and he pushes his hips forward to meet John’s, and John doesn’t think about Evan as he makes his way down Parrish’s body with his hands, only thinks about sweat and dirt and the sun when he flicks his tongue across the slit on Parrish’s cock, thinks about flying when Parrish comes.
Parrish turns up in his office a few days later, turning and locking the door behind him, and John raises an eyebrow a little challengingly when Parrish walks right around the back of his desk, takes John’s face in his hands, and leans in to kiss him pretty thoroughly. John’s chair, it turns out, is the perfect height for this, and John doesn’t even have to get on the floor, can just lean forward and take Parrish into his mouth and relax the back of his throat as Parrish holds his face still and thrusts forward.
It’s all John can do to wait until he gets off-duty the next night, because all he’s been thinking about the entire day is sneaking to the botanist’s quarters, sinking to his knees, and letting Parrish go to town. He’s halfway to his goal - Parrish naked, check, and his cock down John’s throat, check - when the door slides open and John freezes, because there’s only going to be one person in the City who can bypass the locks on Parrish’s quarters like that. John finally pulls his head back and lets Parrish’s dick fall from his mouth, turning to meet Evan’s eyes, because he might be an asshole who goes around blowing his friends’ boyfriends, but at least he’s man enough to deal with the situation.
He’s totally, completely unprepared for Evan to be crouched next to him, for Evan to lean in and kiss him greedily, for Parrish’s soft laugh and hand in his hair.
“You taste like him,” Evan says when he pulls back. “Like the earth.”
“Yeah,” John agrees stupidly, because what the fuck?
But Evan’s standing and stripping out of his clothes, and he’s leaning over John to kiss Parrish, and Parrish’s hands guide John’s face back to where it had been and he pushes his cock against John’s lips once, twice, and then John’s brain catches up with the program and he leans forward to take Parrish’s dick in as far as he can, all at once.
Evan says something and Parrish replies, and he’s puling out of John’s mouth and nudging him gently back until there’s space between Parrish and the wall. And suddenly Evan’s behind Parrish, his hands curling around the botanist’s waist, guiding his cock back into John’s mouth. John can’t see what Evan’s doing behind Parrish from here, but he knows Evan and he knows those sounds coming from Parrish’s mouth and fuck, he knows that motion, and Evan’s fucking Parrish while John’s on his knees sucking him off. Parish has his head leaning back against Evan’s shoulder, and his hands are in John’s hair as his body moves back against Evan moving in and out and forward into John’s mouth. John leans in to lick and suck and relax the muscles in his throat, because Parrish is moving pretty consistently back and forth and it’s almost too easy to fall into a rhythm. Parrish is making those little gasping noises, and John feels Evan’s fingers on the side of his face so he hollows his cheeks for all he’s worth and Parrish comes with a high whine.
“Yeah,” Parrish says a little while later, stroking his fingers through John’s hair while he leans back to suck on the skin of Evan’s neck. “That was nice.”
“Yeah,” Evan agrees, grinning over Parrish’s shoulder at John. “Got a little problem here, though, David.”
“Hmm?” Parrish says lazily, and Evan moves his hips again, pushing Parrish into John’s face.
“I can work with that,” John says from his place on the floor, smirking up at Evan, who smirks right back at him. He stands and walks a few paces to the bed, sprawling across it like it’s his own. Parrish stumbles there after him, leaving Evan walking towards John with an almost predatory smile. He places one hand on either side of John’s body and leans down into the mattress, brushing his lips against John’s, feather-soft, and John just grins as he tugs Evan down on top of him and flips them over.
It’s been a couple of years since he’s fucked Evan, but Evan’s the last guy he fucked, so it’s not hard to remember where to nip and lick and suck to get Evan’s breathing to harsh and ragged. He reaches between their bodies to tweak a nipple, grinning as Evan twitches and gasps out half of a swear beneath him.
“Shit,” Parrish says from the head of the bed. “Please tell me I’m about to watch you fuck my boyfriend.”
John has, quite honestly, pretty much forgotten that Parrish is in the room, and he blinks up at the man. Parrish, for his part, is smiling lazily, watching with hooded eyes as Evan leans up to suck at John’s neck.
“You are,” Evan says from under John, and okay, so it’s not what he thought he’d be doing tonight, threesome with his friend and his friend’s partner, but he’s pretty much good with it.
John’s pretty sure that Parrish is the bottom in this relationship, because when John gets a finger slicked and slides it in, Evan is really, really tight around him. He swears the way he always has, though, absolutely filthy language spilling from his lips as he gasps through one finger, then two, then three. John gives up when Evan grits out, “Fuck me or leave,” deciding that if Evan hadn’t broken while they were together he isn’t likely to now, and then it’s all slick heat and groaning and not knowing who’s making which sound, and after a few minutes Parrish slides over and fits his mouth around Evan’s cock, and Evan clenches tightly down around John as he comes. John can only manage a few more thrusts himself before he shudders, and he remembers just in time to roll to the side to avoid landing on Parrish’s head, which is lying on Evan’s stomach.
“So,” John says eventually, and Evan just laughs.
“Yeah,” Evan says succinctly, and John thinks, okay, yeah.
Parrish reaches over Evan’s body to poke John in the thigh. “Apology accepted,” he grins, and they all laugh as any tension that was starting to build dissipates. John swings his legs over the edge of the bed a few moments later, intending to dress and leave, but Evan catches his wrist and he looks back to the bed.
“Stay,” Parrish says quietly. John surveys his face, then Evan’s, and he slides back into the bed, pressing himself into Evan’s back. Parrish tosses an arm over both of them, his hand coming to a rest on John’s shoulder blade, and Evan curls into him exactly like he used to, and John closes his eyes as he thinks, okay, yeah, and falls asleep.
Author: somehowunbroken
Fandom: SGA
Characters: John/David/Evan
Word Count: 1,828
Rating: NC-17/porn!
Notes: Set post-Remnants, because there's no way John can just yell at David like that and leave. Inspired by clwilson2006.
John feels bad about yelling at Parrish. Really, he does, and it’s not just because he knows that the guy is sleeping with his second-in-command. He and Evan had been on-again-off-again fuck buddies before Evan and Parrish had hooked up, and Evan had called it off when he and Parrish had gotten kind of serious. John’s not mad or jealous or anything, knows that Evan and Parrish are really pretty committed to each other.
But he’s quasi-almost-sort-of-friends with Parrish, or something, given his past relationship with Evan and Evan’s current relationship with the doctor, so when Dr. Kiang exits the Jumper back on Atlantis and Parrish makes to follow her, John grabs his arm. “Hey, Doc, wait a sec.”
Parrish is standing a little stiffly, holding his body away from John as well as he can while John has a grip on his arm. “What can I do for you, Colonel?”
John sighs. “Look, Parrish, I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have - back there,” he gestures at the mainland vaguely. “I - there was something - I’m not sure.”
Parrish nods slowly, and okay, that explanation sucks. Totally, totally sucks, and John draws in a breath to try to say something else but Parrish shrugs his shoulders, arm moving in John’s grasp.
“It’s quite fine, Colonel,” he says. “Ev - Major Lorne has told me, on numerous occasions, to listen to what you say in the field.” He shrugs again, focusing his eyes right on John’s. “And I’m used to most of you military types being…”
“Rude,” John finishes for him. “Let me make it up to you.”
Parrish tilts his head. “How?”
John grins suddenly and pulls him back into the Jumper. “I can think of a few things,” he says, leaning in close to mouth a trail from Parrish’s ear to his lips. “Starting with this.”
John sinks to his knee and pauses, looking up at Parrish, whose expression is filled with a mixture of surprise and disbelief and, yeah, arousal. He doesn’t say no when John opens his pants, or when he draws out the other man’s dick, or when he swirls his tongue and bobs his head, and Parrish definitely doesn’t tell him to stop when he’s gasping and spilling in John’s mouth.
“Yeah,” John says, wiping him mouth with the back of his hand as he stands up. “We good?”
Parrish just nods, leaning on the wall of the Jumper until he can clear his head and tuck himself back in. “Certainly.”
John doesn’t think about it again. Well, okay, he does - a lot, actually, more than he thought he would before dropping to his knees. He’s in a meeting with Woolsey when he remembers Parrish’s hands in his hair, and he’s watching The Matrix with his team when he recalls the gasping breaths that Parish makes when he comes, and he’s talking to Evan about mission proposals when he thinks about the way Parrish tastes, like earth and air and something warm, and John knows it’s going to stick with him until he gets it out of his system.
That, however is easier said than done, because he’s realizing this while he’s sitting across from Evan, and he catches the look in Evan’s eyes when he mentions a trip that Parrish wants to take to M6R-88Y, the little quirk of his lips, and it hits him that he’s sitting here daydreaming about his friend’s partner, for the love of God, John, get a grip.
It doesn’t help, he can’t get a grip, and four days later he’s hanging out in the greenhouses, just waiting.
“Colonel?” Parrish’s voice comes from behind him, and when John turns there’s a smudge of soil across Parrish’s cheekbone, a potted plant in his hands, and John carefully takes the plant and moves it to a nearby table before he backs Parrish into the nearest wall and leans into him. Parrish meets his mouth with intensity, and he pushes his hips forward to meet John’s, and John doesn’t think about Evan as he makes his way down Parrish’s body with his hands, only thinks about sweat and dirt and the sun when he flicks his tongue across the slit on Parrish’s cock, thinks about flying when Parrish comes.
Parrish turns up in his office a few days later, turning and locking the door behind him, and John raises an eyebrow a little challengingly when Parrish walks right around the back of his desk, takes John’s face in his hands, and leans in to kiss him pretty thoroughly. John’s chair, it turns out, is the perfect height for this, and John doesn’t even have to get on the floor, can just lean forward and take Parrish into his mouth and relax the back of his throat as Parrish holds his face still and thrusts forward.
It’s all John can do to wait until he gets off-duty the next night, because all he’s been thinking about the entire day is sneaking to the botanist’s quarters, sinking to his knees, and letting Parrish go to town. He’s halfway to his goal - Parrish naked, check, and his cock down John’s throat, check - when the door slides open and John freezes, because there’s only going to be one person in the City who can bypass the locks on Parrish’s quarters like that. John finally pulls his head back and lets Parrish’s dick fall from his mouth, turning to meet Evan’s eyes, because he might be an asshole who goes around blowing his friends’ boyfriends, but at least he’s man enough to deal with the situation.
He’s totally, completely unprepared for Evan to be crouched next to him, for Evan to lean in and kiss him greedily, for Parrish’s soft laugh and hand in his hair.
“You taste like him,” Evan says when he pulls back. “Like the earth.”
“Yeah,” John agrees stupidly, because what the fuck?
But Evan’s standing and stripping out of his clothes, and he’s leaning over John to kiss Parrish, and Parrish’s hands guide John’s face back to where it had been and he pushes his cock against John’s lips once, twice, and then John’s brain catches up with the program and he leans forward to take Parrish’s dick in as far as he can, all at once.
Evan says something and Parrish replies, and he’s puling out of John’s mouth and nudging him gently back until there’s space between Parrish and the wall. And suddenly Evan’s behind Parrish, his hands curling around the botanist’s waist, guiding his cock back into John’s mouth. John can’t see what Evan’s doing behind Parrish from here, but he knows Evan and he knows those sounds coming from Parrish’s mouth and fuck, he knows that motion, and Evan’s fucking Parrish while John’s on his knees sucking him off. Parish has his head leaning back against Evan’s shoulder, and his hands are in John’s hair as his body moves back against Evan moving in and out and forward into John’s mouth. John leans in to lick and suck and relax the muscles in his throat, because Parrish is moving pretty consistently back and forth and it’s almost too easy to fall into a rhythm. Parrish is making those little gasping noises, and John feels Evan’s fingers on the side of his face so he hollows his cheeks for all he’s worth and Parrish comes with a high whine.
“Yeah,” Parrish says a little while later, stroking his fingers through John’s hair while he leans back to suck on the skin of Evan’s neck. “That was nice.”
“Yeah,” Evan agrees, grinning over Parrish’s shoulder at John. “Got a little problem here, though, David.”
“Hmm?” Parrish says lazily, and Evan moves his hips again, pushing Parrish into John’s face.
“I can work with that,” John says from his place on the floor, smirking up at Evan, who smirks right back at him. He stands and walks a few paces to the bed, sprawling across it like it’s his own. Parrish stumbles there after him, leaving Evan walking towards John with an almost predatory smile. He places one hand on either side of John’s body and leans down into the mattress, brushing his lips against John’s, feather-soft, and John just grins as he tugs Evan down on top of him and flips them over.
It’s been a couple of years since he’s fucked Evan, but Evan’s the last guy he fucked, so it’s not hard to remember where to nip and lick and suck to get Evan’s breathing to harsh and ragged. He reaches between their bodies to tweak a nipple, grinning as Evan twitches and gasps out half of a swear beneath him.
“Shit,” Parrish says from the head of the bed. “Please tell me I’m about to watch you fuck my boyfriend.”
John has, quite honestly, pretty much forgotten that Parrish is in the room, and he blinks up at the man. Parrish, for his part, is smiling lazily, watching with hooded eyes as Evan leans up to suck at John’s neck.
“You are,” Evan says from under John, and okay, so it’s not what he thought he’d be doing tonight, threesome with his friend and his friend’s partner, but he’s pretty much good with it.
John’s pretty sure that Parrish is the bottom in this relationship, because when John gets a finger slicked and slides it in, Evan is really, really tight around him. He swears the way he always has, though, absolutely filthy language spilling from his lips as he gasps through one finger, then two, then three. John gives up when Evan grits out, “Fuck me or leave,” deciding that if Evan hadn’t broken while they were together he isn’t likely to now, and then it’s all slick heat and groaning and not knowing who’s making which sound, and after a few minutes Parrish slides over and fits his mouth around Evan’s cock, and Evan clenches tightly down around John as he comes. John can only manage a few more thrusts himself before he shudders, and he remembers just in time to roll to the side to avoid landing on Parrish’s head, which is lying on Evan’s stomach.
“So,” John says eventually, and Evan just laughs.
“Yeah,” Evan says succinctly, and John thinks, okay, yeah.
Parrish reaches over Evan’s body to poke John in the thigh. “Apology accepted,” he grins, and they all laugh as any tension that was starting to build dissipates. John swings his legs over the edge of the bed a few moments later, intending to dress and leave, but Evan catches his wrist and he looks back to the bed.
“Stay,” Parrish says quietly. John surveys his face, then Evan’s, and he slides back into the bed, pressing himself into Evan’s back. Parrish tosses an arm over both of them, his hand coming to a rest on John’s shoulder blade, and Evan curls into him exactly like he used to, and John closes his eyes as he thinks, okay, yeah, and falls asleep.