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Stargate Atlantis Carson, Ronan and Sheppard
John Sheppard had had a boring day. He truly respected Elizabeth Weir as a leader, but he wished she wouldn't ask for so many personnel reports every month. He didn't enjoy it, though he could see the point in it; he just didn't enjoy singling people out into good and bad. But he'd delivered that to Elizabeth this morning, on time, to her surprise, and he'd had nothing to do since then. He was in his quarters, taking a good long shower, and planning on taking a jog down to the south pier, when his comlink crackled.
"Sheppard." He answered, picking the small headpiece up and inserting it into his ear. "Ronan? Is everything okay? What, now? Um, sure, buddy, I'll be there in a few."
Carson hadn't had such a boring day. It was rarely boring for him in Atlantis, there was so much to research and so much of the Ancient Database still to go through – he could find the cure for cancer or diabetes any day – and add to that, he was expecting his big bad lover to be waiting for him in his quarters at the end of his shift. He'd been fucking Ronan now for about a month, and realised that he'd forgotten how much he loved having a hot and ready sub on call for his dick every hour of every day. Not that Ronan was available all that much; he still had missions off world with Sheppard, but he never missed a date with Carson's big dick if he could avoid it. He seemed to love taking it from Carson as much as Carson loved giving it, and Carson knew he'd never had a lover so exploration in bed. Turned out Ronan had something of a filthy mind buried beneath that tough guy exterior.
He was almost humming when he strolled out of the Infirmary, leaving Dr Keller in charge, and made his way back to his quarters. He was having to exert a lot of control to keep from springing a stiffy right there right then in the corridor, with everyone walking past in full view, but he could feel his cock chubbing up with every step, and he picked up the pace, thinking that Ronan wouldn't know what had hit him.
His happy horny mood was broken a moment after he had almost jogged into his quarters and locked the door, catching sight of Ronan sitting on the bed, looking smug. Because John Sheppard was sitting next to him, looking slightly sheepish.
"Colonel!" Carson exclaimed, his grin fading, but he felt his cock begin to harden again at the sight of the other man, despite what he feared it would mean. "What's going on?"
"You're shitting me!"
John looked around to check that nobody in the mess hall had heard him after Ronan had revealed his and Carson's secret, in an as-secluded-as-possible corner away from the big bay window, where everyone else liked to sit. Carson...Carson Beckett was fucking Ronan Dex up the ass every other day. It went totally against his impression of the seemingly demure Doctor. Not to mention his impression of Ronan! But the image was leaving a big tent in his uniform pants that he knew would take some effort to get down.
"Believe it, Sheppard," Ronan was smiling in his squinty, almost dangerous way "That Doctor knows how to fuck, and fuck good and hard! He's got a tasty dick too!"
John wasn't used to this sort of playful attitude from Ronan. He thought he'd noticed something different about him on the last mission the week before. He'd thought Ronan was walking a bit strangely, but he was also acting different, as though he had a new toy that nobody else knew about or was allowed to play with. He thought the change was good; Ronan didn't seem distracted, he was just less grumpy and mono-syllabic all the time.
"How big is he?" John whispered, leaning in close to Ronan. Ronan smirked, and John's eyes bugged out as he indicated length with his hands and width around with his thumb and forefinger. "Holy crap! No wonder you were walkin' funny!"
Ronan looked at him for a long moment, then they both burst into snorts of laughter at the same time, drawing looks from those around them. John composed himself as best he could, and lowered his voice again.
"How long's this been going on?"
"A few weeks," Ronan answered not bothering to lower his voice quite so much "I thought I was getting something from him a couple of years ago, when I first came to Atlantis, but I guess all those years running from the Wraith got me rusty on that. I used to able to sniff them out in a crowded town square from twenty feet away."
"Sniff out?"
"Tops." Ronan elaborated simply "Yeah, Carson's one of the baddest tops I've ever had. I only used to suck them off before, but I could tell Carson was itching to fuck my ass from the start!"
"Would you keep it down?" John hissed, half laughing. Fuck, his dick was rock hard now. He had an image in his mind of Carson with his flies open, a huge thick slab of meat dangling out, stiffening as he opened his mouth to swallow it...
"Why are you telling me this?
"Because Carson wants your ass too, buddy!" Ronan chuckled, finally lowering his voice "I've brought it up a couple of times now with him. He always tells me to shut up in one way or another, but he always gets rock hard at the thought of taking you too, getting you naked and bent over the side of his bed, ready for it..."
"Fuck, stop!" John had come so close to shooting a load in his underpants he had gone red. Ronan saw this and grinned even wider "He wants ME?"
"The main thing I've got from Cason is that he loves taking big, masculine guys and breaking them in. I knew he'd never resist my ass. But you're the chief military officer on Atlantis; I think if you got on your knees in front of him and opened your mouth for his cock he might just paint you with his load right there!"
John let this sink in. It was a lot to take. Fuck, Carson was a colleague and a friend! They'd saved each other's lives now time and time again. But he supposed the same could be said of Carson and Ronan. Except that Ronan wasn't Carson's superior officer.
"Look, it's really not a good idea," he said slowly, trying to ignore his throbbing balls "I mean, if anyone found out..."
"So you do want it?" Ronan smirked again, looking very pleased with himself.
John paused, giving Ronan an exasperated look. "Look, it's okay for you and Carson, neither of you are US military, but if anyone found out that I'd done it, with ANY guy, I'd be out, just like that."
"You sound like Carson," Ronan was still wearing that smug look "You want to fuck each other so bad, but you both keep coming up with excuses not to. Who's going to find out? I'm not going to tell, and I doubt Carson would either. I think he relies on his nice guy exterior more than he realises to risk telling anyone that he fucked the hell out o your ass."
John sat staring at Ronan. His mind was whirring.
"Look, just come with me to his quarters later. If you still want to keep making excuses, then at least you can watch him fuck me. Bet you'd love that." Ronan said slyly.
"Look..." John hesitated, then decided "Okay, I'll go. But nothing's going to happen. Okay?"
"Sure. Whatever you say Sheppard"
"What's going on?"
John could see that Carson wasn't happy to see him sitting next to Ronan on his bed. But what really caught his attention was the massive tent in Carson's pants, a thick tube stretching along his hip, which seemed to strain ever harder as the doctor laid eyes on him.
"You said last time you liked that I was experimental with the whole sex thing," Ronan stated casually "I thought we might try a three-way sex thing."
Carson went pale, but there no decrease in the size of his bone, the sight of which was beginning to make John's mouth water.
"What have you told him, Ronan?" He asked, unable to hide the nervous waver in his voice, or the definite edge that made John feel pity for Ronan's ass. Ronan himself didn't seem phased in the slightest.
"Just that you've got a nice fat dick that does fantastic things to my guts, Doc."
"I think I need a sit down."
"Also, looks like you need some attention on that thing down there, Doc." John said, realising a moment too late that he hadn't spoken yet, and these probably weren't the words of apology Carson had been hoping for, or that he'd planned to give. But his hole was itching so bad to get filled by the Scottish beast that Carson was definitely packing. Looked very much he had John beat by at least a couple of inches.
Carson stared at him like he was an advancing Wraith, but Ronan just laughed out loud.
"Go on, Sheppard, give it to him, he's not gonna ask for it!"
John didn't know what he was doing as he slid off the bed onto his knees and half crawled over to where Carson still stood, shakily legged, following his movements like a startled hawk. He'd thought his cock-hunting days were over; many was the time at high-school or air force basic training that he'd been on his knees in front a senior athlete or a superior officer, or bent over a locker room bench or a desk as he was furiously pummelled from behind. It had just been a phase, or so he thought. He'd certainly not had an urge this bad for over a decade, but here he was, on his knees not less more than 6 inches from the bulge of that thick snake still fighting to escape Carson's trousers, fully intending to suck the cock of a man who was not only a very close friend, but someone under HIS authority.
"John, what...?" Carson managed to stammer, still staring down at where John was kneeling level with his crotch like a deer in the headlights.
John seemed to have no control over his own hands as they reached up and unbuckled Carson's belt, and then began fumbling with his buttons. There was a very loud part of his brain howling at him to get the fuck off his knees and stop acting like such a cum-hungry fag, most likely the years of military training, but there was also a much more deep-seated voice informing him that he'd be lucky to see any cock this big for the rest of his life, especially out here in the Pegasus Galaxy, and how juicy and delicious it looked even encased in Carson's straining cream pants. And how it looked so much better as it flopped out of Carson's underwear and slapped him across the face, leaving a slimy patch on his forehead. Fuck it was heavy and thick! Thick veins were pulsing over its surface and it was a nice ruddy colour, similar to Carson's face right at that moment. It had a half rolled-back foreskin, from which precum was oozing like clear honey. Carson's face said no, but his cock was screaming to sink itself into John's throat.
John felt a groan escape his lips as his mind slipped into the familiar but long-unexplored territory of the ardent cocksucker he was at heart, as Carson's bloated knob slowly slipped down his face, leaving a snail trail of spunk down his nose and left cheek until it was pressing hopefully against his lips. Carson was panting above him, which turned into a sharp yelp and then a stifled moan as John's rough tongue swiped over the head, pushing back the foreskin and slurping up all the stored precum there, which rolled down his chin as he tried in vain to get it all.
"Oh, John , fuck...ughhh!" And John was treated to the sounds and experience of Carson Beckett cumming hard in his face. Ronan has said something about Carson being a pretty heavy shooter on the way over there, but he hadn't expected this. His cock pulsed and a huge stream of jizz flew out of the head, right into his face. Then it pumped again, and an ever larger bolt ejaculated forth covering john's forehead in a heavy stripe which slowly dribbled down between his eyebrows and down off his nose like slime. Carson's spunk was incredibly thick and creamy white, and the smell of it drove John mad, and he groaned even louder than Carson as yet another huge rope splotted over his face and he moved back slightly to get the full effect, supporting himself on his arms, as Carson let go three more heavy ropes through the air, one hitting him in the eye, the other splashing against his cheek, and the last one directly over his lips where it dribbled into his mouth, and the taste spread over John's tongue igniting numerous memories of past loads blown in his face back on Earth. Fuck, how had he survived without this?
"Agh...oh shit..!" and suddenly Ronan was up on his feet and standing beside Carson, who was clearly on the verge of collapse, and began jacking his slim 8 incher in John's face, where, a second or two later, it added to Carson's load with a slightly smaller one of its own. John moaned and burbled as his buddy's cum filled his mouth, and he reached up to squeeze and milk Carson's rapidly softening cock, which made the doctor's knees buckle, and he sat heavily down on the floor, panting heavily, watching with wide eyes as John locked gaze with him, and proceeded to swipe the large globs of spunk off his face with his hand and then lick it off greedily with his hand, grinning as he let the last of it dribble down his chin.
"Phew, what did I tell you, Doc?" Ronan panted as he laughed at John's show "He's not gonna tell anyone, he wants it just as bad as you want to give it to him! What do you think we should do with him now?"
End of part 2
To be continued