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troyswann's brilliantly designed sandbox, and since raqs broke the ice, I'm going to go ahead and post it. ::winces:: It's nowhere near as pretty as what has come before it. If raqs's was naugahyde, then mine's pleather, the cheap, really stiff kind.
Explorations
Rodney wakes to numbness. He can't move, his limbs are frozen in place--Wraith--he must have been hit with a Wraith stunner--he's captured, he is going to have his life sucked out of him, he's going to end up a dried husk of a human being--only--
--only, the Wraith don't snore. At least he doesn't think they do.
He tries to tugs his right arm free. Daniel grunts, annoyed and rolls away. Painful tingling sets in almost immediately, fuck, that isn't good, and he still can't move, not with that heavy weight pressing in on the other side. And there's bristly chin digging into his chest. Rodney blinks his eyes open and sees dark hair. Sheppard, with his long, lanky body sprawled over Rodney's, and he wonders how someone that damn skinny can be so heavy.
Rodney tries to extricate himself but Sheppard makes a protesting noise and wraps an arm around Rodney's waist. Rolling his eyes, Rodney tries again, managing to at least get a leg free in order to turn onto his side. Daniel merely curls up behind him, chest against Rodney's back, knees pulled up into the back of Rodney's thighs. Meanwhile Sheppard sleepily nuzzles Rodney's chest.
Judging from the gray light, Rodney decides it's morning, early morning, but feels no urge to get out of bed. Not just yet. Especially since Sheppard is displaying great interest in his collarbone, and his hand is sliding between his legs. Evidently, Sheppard is still Curious.
Rodney can't quite believe it, even still. It was something straight out of the bad gay porn he still has hidden away in his closet on back on Earth. A scenario from "Straight Boyz Get Curious", or some other equally cleverly title crap. He had been dismissive, convinced that Sheppard, with his easy smile and relaxed drawl, had been yanking his chain. And Daniel's, too. Until Sheppard had climbed into Daniel's ready and very willing lap and oh, well, what do you know, he really was serious about it.
And Rodney had the whisker-burn to prove it.
The tingling in his arm began to fade. He can feel the sensation of Sheppard's skin again as he strokes Sheppard's side, narrow waist, slim hips. Different from Daniel's, darker, hairier. Flat ass, too, hardly anything to grab onto to but he manages somehow, pulling Sheppard closer. Sheppard grabs his shoulder and sucks on his neck, and then with complete disregard for morning breath, he kisses Rodney, opening his mouth and licking his way in.
Rodney's cock surges in Sheppard's hand, and he feels a little like a new toy, but that doesn't bother him. He's more than willing to help satisfy Sheppard's curiosity. He's very generous that way. Even though he had had some concerns about getting into a three-way with Daniel, because truly, there was nothing prettier than Daniel naked, or at least he had thought so until Sheppard was naked and squirming between them. But, Sheppard hadn't played favorites, was equally enthusiastic no matter who did what. And when Sheppard's mouth closed over his cock, Rodney completely ignored Daniel as he mouthed "I told you so".
It was merely an opportunity for mindless fun. Some much-needed stress relief, here in this pressure-cooker of a city.
His fingers close over Sheppard's cock, and Sheppard moans into his mouth. He decides to find out just how curious Sheppard is, how far he's willing to go. With a hand on Sheppard's chest, he pushes Sheppard onto his back, kisses him again, then watches his face as he slides his hand down the flat stomach, pushing the blankets away. He eases it past the brush of pubic hair, past his cock, around and behind his thick, heavy balls.
Sheppard just smiles and spreads his legs.
Whoa.
"I take that as a yes," Rodney says. His voice is rusty with sleep, but his heart is beginning to race, as if he had already gulped down his morning's quota of coffee. And maybe Daniel's, too.
"That's right." A lazy stretch, and then, "Do it, Rodney."
Rodney shrugs. "Okay," he says with a casualness he does not feel.
He sits up and gets another complaint from Daniel as the blankets slide away. When he reaches for the lotion Daniel grabs the blankets with a huff and mutters, "Can't you two just sleep?"
Taking a moment to rub Daniel's back, Rodney asks, "Tired, Danny-boy? Are we too much for you?"
Daniel mumbles something incomprehensible, but Rodney gets the gist of it. Sheppard reaches out, ruffling Daniel's hair and kissing his shoulder. There's something a just a touch protective about Sheppard's actions, and Rodney likes that. He supposes Daniel brings that out in people, including, astonishingly enough, cold, hard colonels.
As Rodney slides a finger inside of Sheppard, he decides that nothing in the Pegasus galaxy should surprise him anymore.
"Oh," Sheppard sighs. He arches his back and pushes down on Rodney's finger. They had done this much last night, Daniel's fingers stuffed up inside of Sheppard while Rodney sucked him off, and that had gone over well, very well indeed. Another finger and Sheppard closes his eyes with a blissful expression, sliding down on the pillow, hair rucked up and Rodney can't figure out how Sheppard can look so well-fucked before the fucking even begins.
"You all right with this?" Rodney asks, needlessly. He's a little breathless, and maybe lightheaded, too, with the way all the blood has rushed down into his cock and he's aching and ready to go.
"Oh yeah. God, that's good." Sheppard hooks a leg up over Rodney's shoulder, apparently having had paid attention the night before to Rodney and Daniel's demonstration. "Go on, I'm ready."
Rodney applies copious amounts of lotion and steadies Sheppard's hips--narrow hips, the man is nothing but muscle and bone. With the other hand he guides himself in. Sheppard's eyes widen as he pushes, and his muscles clench in reaction to the intrusion. "It's okay," Rodney assures him, "just breathe deep and relax."
Sheppard nods and takes a breath, and Daniel, apparently deciding that further sleep is hopeless, noses in and kisses Sheppard's cheek. "Come on now, it's not like Rodney's *that* well-endowed."
Sheppard lets out a little laugh, and then gasps as Rodney pushes in further.
"Thank you, Daniel, how very kind of you," Rodney says, but he appreciates the intent, especially when Sheppard relaxes completely and he slides right in, just like he belongs there. "Oh god," he breathes. "Oh god." Hot and tight and squeezing around his cock and his brains spin to a halt because he, Rodney McKay, is balling Major John Pretty-Boy Sheppard.
A soft chuckle from Daniel, who is still kissing Sheppard. He works his way down Sheppard's chest, and Sheppard's fingers tangle in his hair as he sucks on a nipple. Sheppard is still panting, but the astonished expression is fading, and he begins to move, grinding his hips against Rodney. "Oh, wow," he says, quietly.
A shock of pleasure every time Sheppard moves, and Rodney groans, risking a gentle thrust, because he can't hold back anymore, he *has* to move. But at least Sheppard's cock is showing signs of interest again. He strokes Sheppard's thighs and to his relief, Sheppard makes encouraging noises, hungry little sounds as he pushes back. When Rodney reaches for Sheppard's cock, there's already a hand there--Daniel's. Rodney can't help but insinuate his fingers under Daniel's, he has to feel Sheppard's cock. It's all slippery with lotion and hardening up nicely and yes, Sheppard is enjoying this, Rodney hopes Sheppard's curiosity is never satisfied because he never wants this end. But if he's not careful it's going to end all too soon, so he lets Daniel bat his hand away, and simply concentrates on staying in control, at least until Sheppard comes.
It takes a little while, and it's an effort to hold out. Rodney can feel the sweat trickling down his chest as he tries to keep his movements slow and steady. It doesn't help that he can't stop watching them kiss, heads tilted to the side and giving him a view of tongues and licking and soft lips. They look pretty, eyes half-closed, Daniel's lips curving into a grin between kisses. His body looks pale against Sheppard's skin, pale and smooth and younger than he should.
At last Sheppard's mouth opens wide and Rodney feels the muscles clench as Daniel's arm works faster. Sheppard makes a lot of noise, his hips buck and Rodney is so distracted by the ecstatic expression that he almost slips out. Grabbing onto Sheppard's hips, he holds on until it's over, until Sheppard's body stops shaking and he falls limply back down onto the bed.
Only then is Rodney free to lean his weight forward, prop himself up with an arm next to Sheppard's body and go at it with short, jerky thrusts. Daniel rolls away, giving him room, and Sheppard pulls his head down and kisses him. It's wet and sloppy and a little bit wild and Sheppard is delicious, he's sure he can taste Daniel and it's all so decadent and dirty--
He comes, and it feels as though he's never going to stop, so long and satisfying after the excruciating wait. As it fades he becomes aware of Sheppard holding onto him. When he's opens his eyes he sees that they are face to face, and he's touched by the hand on his cheek, even though it's embarrassing to have someone watching that closely, it's as if those dark eyes can see right into his brain, or maybe into his heart so he pulls out carefully and backs way, climbing off Sheppard to lay between the two of them again, exhausted.
Sheppard's hand slides down his neck, to his shoulder and down his arm before releasing him. "Whoa, what a ride," he says, flopping back onto the pillow.
"Hell yeah. I'm beat. It's not really morning already, is it?" Rodney babbles, his heart pounding in his ears as the sweat cools on his skin.
"I hope not." Sheppard snuggles into him as Daniel stretches out over his chest, arms folded, chin resting on a forearm.
"So, did you like it?" Daniel asks.
"Oh yeah. I liked it. It was--it felt good everywhere. As if you couldn't tell." Sheppard is grinning again. "Very cool." He moves in closer, head resting on Rodney's shoulder, hair tickling Rodney's chin.
Daniel surreptitiously pokes Rodney with a toe, which Rodney chooses to ignore. "How about we all try for a brief power nap now?" Rodney asks. "Unless someone wants to bring me breakfast?"
Daniel pokes him with something else, something much bigger than his toe.
He kisses Daniel. "Oh, all right, all right," he grouses. Daniel rolls him over, and as he rises to his knees, he's aware of Sheppard's eyes, watching intently.
troyswann's brilliantly designed sandbox, and since raqs broke the ice, I'm going to go ahead and post it. ::winces:: It's nowhere near as pretty as what has come before it. If raqs's was naugahyde, then mine's pleather, the cheap, really stiff kind. Explorations
Rodney wakes to numbness. He can't move, his limbs are frozen in place--Wraith--he must have been hit with a Wraith stunner--he's captured, he is going to have his life sucked out of him, he's going to end up a dried husk of a human being--only--
--only, the Wraith don't snore. At least he doesn't think they do.
He tries to tugs his right arm free. Daniel grunts, annoyed and rolls away. Painful tingling sets in almost immediately, fuck, that isn't good, and he still can't move, not with that heavy weight pressing in on the other side. And there's bristly chin digging into his chest. Rodney blinks his eyes open and sees dark hair. Sheppard, with his long, lanky body sprawled over Rodney's, and he wonders how someone that damn skinny can be so heavy.
Rodney tries to extricate himself but Sheppard makes a protesting noise and wraps an arm around Rodney's waist. Rolling his eyes, Rodney tries again, managing to at least get a leg free in order to turn onto his side. Daniel merely curls up behind him, chest against Rodney's back, knees pulled up into the back of Rodney's thighs. Meanwhile Sheppard sleepily nuzzles Rodney's chest.
Judging from the gray light, Rodney decides it's morning, early morning, but feels no urge to get out of bed. Not just yet. Especially since Sheppard is displaying great interest in his collarbone, and his hand is sliding between his legs. Evidently, Sheppard is still Curious.
Rodney can't quite believe it, even still. It was something straight out of the bad gay porn he still has hidden away in his closet on back on Earth. A scenario from "Straight Boyz Get Curious", or some other equally cleverly title crap. He had been dismissive, convinced that Sheppard, with his easy smile and relaxed drawl, had been yanking his chain. And Daniel's, too. Until Sheppard had climbed into Daniel's ready and very willing lap and oh, well, what do you know, he really was serious about it.
And Rodney had the whisker-burn to prove it.
The tingling in his arm began to fade. He can feel the sensation of Sheppard's skin again as he strokes Sheppard's side, narrow waist, slim hips. Different from Daniel's, darker, hairier. Flat ass, too, hardly anything to grab onto to but he manages somehow, pulling Sheppard closer. Sheppard grabs his shoulder and sucks on his neck, and then with complete disregard for morning breath, he kisses Rodney, opening his mouth and licking his way in.
Rodney's cock surges in Sheppard's hand, and he feels a little like a new toy, but that doesn't bother him. He's more than willing to help satisfy Sheppard's curiosity. He's very generous that way. Even though he had had some concerns about getting into a three-way with Daniel, because truly, there was nothing prettier than Daniel naked, or at least he had thought so until Sheppard was naked and squirming between them. But, Sheppard hadn't played favorites, was equally enthusiastic no matter who did what. And when Sheppard's mouth closed over his cock, Rodney completely ignored Daniel as he mouthed "I told you so".
It was merely an opportunity for mindless fun. Some much-needed stress relief, here in this pressure-cooker of a city.
His fingers close over Sheppard's cock, and Sheppard moans into his mouth. He decides to find out just how curious Sheppard is, how far he's willing to go. With a hand on Sheppard's chest, he pushes Sheppard onto his back, kisses him again, then watches his face as he slides his hand down the flat stomach, pushing the blankets away. He eases it past the brush of pubic hair, past his cock, around and behind his thick, heavy balls.
Sheppard just smiles and spreads his legs.
Whoa.
"I take that as a yes," Rodney says. His voice is rusty with sleep, but his heart is beginning to race, as if he had already gulped down his morning's quota of coffee. And maybe Daniel's, too.
"That's right." A lazy stretch, and then, "Do it, Rodney."
Rodney shrugs. "Okay," he says with a casualness he does not feel.
He sits up and gets another complaint from Daniel as the blankets slide away. When he reaches for the lotion Daniel grabs the blankets with a huff and mutters, "Can't you two just sleep?"
Taking a moment to rub Daniel's back, Rodney asks, "Tired, Danny-boy? Are we too much for you?"
Daniel mumbles something incomprehensible, but Rodney gets the gist of it. Sheppard reaches out, ruffling Daniel's hair and kissing his shoulder. There's something a just a touch protective about Sheppard's actions, and Rodney likes that. He supposes Daniel brings that out in people, including, astonishingly enough, cold, hard colonels.
As Rodney slides a finger inside of Sheppard, he decides that nothing in the Pegasus galaxy should surprise him anymore.
"Oh," Sheppard sighs. He arches his back and pushes down on Rodney's finger. They had done this much last night, Daniel's fingers stuffed up inside of Sheppard while Rodney sucked him off, and that had gone over well, very well indeed. Another finger and Sheppard closes his eyes with a blissful expression, sliding down on the pillow, hair rucked up and Rodney can't figure out how Sheppard can look so well-fucked before the fucking even begins.
"You all right with this?" Rodney asks, needlessly. He's a little breathless, and maybe lightheaded, too, with the way all the blood has rushed down into his cock and he's aching and ready to go.
"Oh yeah. God, that's good." Sheppard hooks a leg up over Rodney's shoulder, apparently having had paid attention the night before to Rodney and Daniel's demonstration. "Go on, I'm ready."
Rodney applies copious amounts of lotion and steadies Sheppard's hips--narrow hips, the man is nothing but muscle and bone. With the other hand he guides himself in. Sheppard's eyes widen as he pushes, and his muscles clench in reaction to the intrusion. "It's okay," Rodney assures him, "just breathe deep and relax."
Sheppard nods and takes a breath, and Daniel, apparently deciding that further sleep is hopeless, noses in and kisses Sheppard's cheek. "Come on now, it's not like Rodney's *that* well-endowed."
Sheppard lets out a little laugh, and then gasps as Rodney pushes in further.
"Thank you, Daniel, how very kind of you," Rodney says, but he appreciates the intent, especially when Sheppard relaxes completely and he slides right in, just like he belongs there. "Oh god," he breathes. "Oh god." Hot and tight and squeezing around his cock and his brains spin to a halt because he, Rodney McKay, is balling Major John Pretty-Boy Sheppard.
A soft chuckle from Daniel, who is still kissing Sheppard. He works his way down Sheppard's chest, and Sheppard's fingers tangle in his hair as he sucks on a nipple. Sheppard is still panting, but the astonished expression is fading, and he begins to move, grinding his hips against Rodney. "Oh, wow," he says, quietly.
A shock of pleasure every time Sheppard moves, and Rodney groans, risking a gentle thrust, because he can't hold back anymore, he *has* to move. But at least Sheppard's cock is showing signs of interest again. He strokes Sheppard's thighs and to his relief, Sheppard makes encouraging noises, hungry little sounds as he pushes back. When Rodney reaches for Sheppard's cock, there's already a hand there--Daniel's. Rodney can't help but insinuate his fingers under Daniel's, he has to feel Sheppard's cock. It's all slippery with lotion and hardening up nicely and yes, Sheppard is enjoying this, Rodney hopes Sheppard's curiosity is never satisfied because he never wants this end. But if he's not careful it's going to end all too soon, so he lets Daniel bat his hand away, and simply concentrates on staying in control, at least until Sheppard comes.
It takes a little while, and it's an effort to hold out. Rodney can feel the sweat trickling down his chest as he tries to keep his movements slow and steady. It doesn't help that he can't stop watching them kiss, heads tilted to the side and giving him a view of tongues and licking and soft lips. They look pretty, eyes half-closed, Daniel's lips curving into a grin between kisses. His body looks pale against Sheppard's skin, pale and smooth and younger than he should.
At last Sheppard's mouth opens wide and Rodney feels the muscles clench as Daniel's arm works faster. Sheppard makes a lot of noise, his hips buck and Rodney is so distracted by the ecstatic expression that he almost slips out. Grabbing onto Sheppard's hips, he holds on until it's over, until Sheppard's body stops shaking and he falls limply back down onto the bed.
Only then is Rodney free to lean his weight forward, prop himself up with an arm next to Sheppard's body and go at it with short, jerky thrusts. Daniel rolls away, giving him room, and Sheppard pulls his head down and kisses him. It's wet and sloppy and a little bit wild and Sheppard is delicious, he's sure he can taste Daniel and it's all so decadent and dirty--
He comes, and it feels as though he's never going to stop, so long and satisfying after the excruciating wait. As it fades he becomes aware of Sheppard holding onto him. When he's opens his eyes he sees that they are face to face, and he's touched by the hand on his cheek, even though it's embarrassing to have someone watching that closely, it's as if those dark eyes can see right into his brain, or maybe into his heart so he pulls out carefully and backs way, climbing off Sheppard to lay between the two of them again, exhausted.
Sheppard's hand slides down his neck, to his shoulder and down his arm before releasing him. "Whoa, what a ride," he says, flopping back onto the pillow.
"Hell yeah. I'm beat. It's not really morning already, is it?" Rodney babbles, his heart pounding in his ears as the sweat cools on his skin.
"I hope not." Sheppard snuggles into him as Daniel stretches out over his chest, arms folded, chin resting on a forearm.
"So, did you like it?" Daniel asks.
"Oh yeah. I liked it. It was--it felt good everywhere. As if you couldn't tell." Sheppard is grinning again. "Very cool." He moves in closer, head resting on Rodney's shoulder, hair tickling Rodney's chin.
Daniel surreptitiously pokes Rodney with a toe, which Rodney chooses to ignore. "How about we all try for a brief power nap now?" Rodney asks. "Unless someone wants to bring me breakfast?"
Daniel pokes him with something else, something much bigger than his toe.
He kisses Daniel. "Oh, all right, all right," he grouses. Daniel rolls him over, and as he rises to his knees, he's aware of Sheppard's eyes, watching intently.
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Date: 2005-01-04 10:51 pm (UTC)You are evil and I love you!
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Date: 2005-01-05 01:20 am (UTC)Okay, this is EXACTLY what I thought, too. :D Despite the distinct lack of Jack... holy cow, is this hot! But of course it is, it's *you*. So of course it would be. :)