Welcome Home (1/1)
Title: Welcome Home
Author: somehowunbroken
Fandom: SGA/SG1
Characters: John/Cam/Evan/David
Word Count: 1,042
Rating: NC-17/sweet porn. It's totally a thing.
Notes: OT4 strikes again. Yay! For calcitrix, as long as she didn't run anyone over today.
M6R-048 is cold and wet and muddy. David smirks to himself as he makes his way to the showers; he’d known this, of course, which is why he’s still here on Atlantis, warm and dry and, for the most part, clean. It’s more than he can say for his partners who had, apparently thought that “freak storms possible” meant “fun rain frolicking time,” as they’d all gone on the mission anyway. They‘re probably all a muddy mess.
There are three Marines in the changing room when David enters, but it only takes one glance from him to send them on their way. They know who grows the coffee, after all, and they know that McKay controls the hot water supply, and they know that don’t ask don’t tell roughly translates to leave when we’re together. One of them even offers David a grin as they scurry from the room, and David hears the click of the lock from behind him.
The showers are still going in the other room, and David can just hear the muted sounds of voices against the water sloshing on the floor. He makes quick work of his clothing, folding it neatly and putting it on the bench by Evan’s clean sweats before he makes his way to the doorway.
It’s not like he isn’t expecting for them to have started without him, but the sight is still startling, if only for its beauty. It’s almost a strange word to use, beauty, because the men before him are strong and powerful, clean lines of muscle and sharp angles of joint and bone, but it’s beautiful nonetheless. The water adds to it, pouring in rivulets down the planes of Evan’s back, muddy eddies from John’s hair, the swirling pools around Cam’s feet.
Of course that’s all beautiful, but what has really captured David’s attention is the three men themselves. They’re very different, for all they’re similar: the broad expanse of Cam’s shoulders, the lithe grace of John’s arms, the toned muscles in Evan’s thighs. David is a trained observer, and his eyes take in everything, cataloguing it for recall later.
He sees the look on Cam’s face, smirking and a little dangerous, when Cam pushes on John’s shoulders until the other man sinks to his knees, but he also sees the way Cam’s fingers gently move through John’s hair again and again, comforting, soothing, reassuring. His eyes move to the back of Cam’s thighs, where John’s hands are stroking up and down, the gentle motions contrasting with the energetic blowjob he’s giving.
He notices Evan’s insistence, his need, when he tugs John from the floor and kisses him thoroughly. John keeps one arm looped around Evan’s waist as he reaches out with his other hand to cup beneath the Ancient soap dispenser on the wall before returning to press his fingers into Evan. David hears Evan moan, sees him press back onto John’s fingers, notices the way his eyes flutter shut when John braces him against the wall and slides in.
David’s fingers trace the cool tile of the wall as he watches. Evan is pressed firmly into it, chest right against the gray stone, and his eyes are closed. He’s still an open book, though, or at least he is to David; he can still see the feelings flash across Evan’s face, can tell each time John thrusts just right.
David sees one of John’s hands braced on Evan’s hip as he moves slowly and steadily in and out, sees the other hand reach behind him for Cam’s, sees Cam thread his fingers through John’s and hold tightly. He watches as Cam leans into John, whispering into his ear, notices as John twists his head around, searching for Cam’s mouth, smiles as Cam leans the rest of the way in to meet John.
He can tell how close Evan is by the way his hips start moving, little thrusts back into John, urging him on, and he can see the curve of John’s smile into Cam’s mouth. He can’t help the quiet huff of laughter at the familiarity of it all, and they all seem to look at his at the same time. Evan’s eyes open and search out his face; John let’s Cam’s lower lip slide from between his teeth as he turns his head; Cam rests his cheek on John’s hair as he looks towards David. Evan’s face has smoothed into serenity, belying his position, and his closest arm reaches out across the wall towards David.
David crosses the room in five easy steps, and Evan’s fingers trail up his arm until they reach his face, where they linger. Evan’s hand moves to the back of David’s head and pulls him down into a kiss that’s more about coming home than anything else, and suddenly the feeling in the room slides together, like everything is finally where it should be. David glances back; Cam has his arms around John’s waist, and his mouth is moving softly against the other man’s ear. Judging from the red staining John’s cheeks, Cam is more likely whispering endearments than anything dirty; David is pretty sure he’s right when, a second later, John turns his head and kisses Cam gently. But then his attention focuses back on Evan, on their foreheads touching together, on Evan’s lips soft against his own.
“Missed you,” Evan breathes, and David can’t help returning a smile.
“Missed you too,” he replies, twining their fingers together as he grabs Evan’s hand. Evan twists a little and gasps as John moans into Cam’s mouth, and it’s like they all suddenly remember where they are, what they’re doing, and then it’s Evan pulling David into him and rocking desperately back and forth and John grinding his hips back into Cam and all of them touching and stroking and then it’s tangled limbs and soft movements as the water beats down on their exhausted bodies.
“Bed,” someone says eventually, long after the water has chased away all the traces of their activities.
“Yeah,” someone else agrees, and they help each other up, dry off, get dressed. They’re headed back to their quarters when David tugs Evan to his body and presses a kiss to his temple.
“Welcome home,” he says.
Author: somehowunbroken
Fandom: SGA/SG1
Characters: John/Cam/Evan/David
Word Count: 1,042
Rating: NC-17/sweet porn. It's totally a thing.
Notes: OT4 strikes again. Yay! For calcitrix, as long as she didn't run anyone over today.
M6R-048 is cold and wet and muddy. David smirks to himself as he makes his way to the showers; he’d known this, of course, which is why he’s still here on Atlantis, warm and dry and, for the most part, clean. It’s more than he can say for his partners who had, apparently thought that “freak storms possible” meant “fun rain frolicking time,” as they’d all gone on the mission anyway. They‘re probably all a muddy mess.
There are three Marines in the changing room when David enters, but it only takes one glance from him to send them on their way. They know who grows the coffee, after all, and they know that McKay controls the hot water supply, and they know that don’t ask don’t tell roughly translates to leave when we’re together. One of them even offers David a grin as they scurry from the room, and David hears the click of the lock from behind him.
The showers are still going in the other room, and David can just hear the muted sounds of voices against the water sloshing on the floor. He makes quick work of his clothing, folding it neatly and putting it on the bench by Evan’s clean sweats before he makes his way to the doorway.
It’s not like he isn’t expecting for them to have started without him, but the sight is still startling, if only for its beauty. It’s almost a strange word to use, beauty, because the men before him are strong and powerful, clean lines of muscle and sharp angles of joint and bone, but it’s beautiful nonetheless. The water adds to it, pouring in rivulets down the planes of Evan’s back, muddy eddies from John’s hair, the swirling pools around Cam’s feet.
Of course that’s all beautiful, but what has really captured David’s attention is the three men themselves. They’re very different, for all they’re similar: the broad expanse of Cam’s shoulders, the lithe grace of John’s arms, the toned muscles in Evan’s thighs. David is a trained observer, and his eyes take in everything, cataloguing it for recall later.
He sees the look on Cam’s face, smirking and a little dangerous, when Cam pushes on John’s shoulders until the other man sinks to his knees, but he also sees the way Cam’s fingers gently move through John’s hair again and again, comforting, soothing, reassuring. His eyes move to the back of Cam’s thighs, where John’s hands are stroking up and down, the gentle motions contrasting with the energetic blowjob he’s giving.
He notices Evan’s insistence, his need, when he tugs John from the floor and kisses him thoroughly. John keeps one arm looped around Evan’s waist as he reaches out with his other hand to cup beneath the Ancient soap dispenser on the wall before returning to press his fingers into Evan. David hears Evan moan, sees him press back onto John’s fingers, notices the way his eyes flutter shut when John braces him against the wall and slides in.
David’s fingers trace the cool tile of the wall as he watches. Evan is pressed firmly into it, chest right against the gray stone, and his eyes are closed. He’s still an open book, though, or at least he is to David; he can still see the feelings flash across Evan’s face, can tell each time John thrusts just right.
David sees one of John’s hands braced on Evan’s hip as he moves slowly and steadily in and out, sees the other hand reach behind him for Cam’s, sees Cam thread his fingers through John’s and hold tightly. He watches as Cam leans into John, whispering into his ear, notices as John twists his head around, searching for Cam’s mouth, smiles as Cam leans the rest of the way in to meet John.
He can tell how close Evan is by the way his hips start moving, little thrusts back into John, urging him on, and he can see the curve of John’s smile into Cam’s mouth. He can’t help the quiet huff of laughter at the familiarity of it all, and they all seem to look at his at the same time. Evan’s eyes open and search out his face; John let’s Cam’s lower lip slide from between his teeth as he turns his head; Cam rests his cheek on John’s hair as he looks towards David. Evan’s face has smoothed into serenity, belying his position, and his closest arm reaches out across the wall towards David.
David crosses the room in five easy steps, and Evan’s fingers trail up his arm until they reach his face, where they linger. Evan’s hand moves to the back of David’s head and pulls him down into a kiss that’s more about coming home than anything else, and suddenly the feeling in the room slides together, like everything is finally where it should be. David glances back; Cam has his arms around John’s waist, and his mouth is moving softly against the other man’s ear. Judging from the red staining John’s cheeks, Cam is more likely whispering endearments than anything dirty; David is pretty sure he’s right when, a second later, John turns his head and kisses Cam gently. But then his attention focuses back on Evan, on their foreheads touching together, on Evan’s lips soft against his own.
“Missed you,” Evan breathes, and David can’t help returning a smile.
“Missed you too,” he replies, twining their fingers together as he grabs Evan’s hand. Evan twists a little and gasps as John moans into Cam’s mouth, and it’s like they all suddenly remember where they are, what they’re doing, and then it’s Evan pulling David into him and rocking desperately back and forth and John grinding his hips back into Cam and all of them touching and stroking and then it’s tangled limbs and soft movements as the water beats down on their exhausted bodies.
“Bed,” someone says eventually, long after the water has chased away all the traces of their activities.
“Yeah,” someone else agrees, and they help each other up, dry off, get dressed. They’re headed back to their quarters when David tugs Evan to his body and presses a kiss to his temple.
“Welcome home,” he says.