"Through the Eyes of Those Left Behind" Ch 2, pt 3
Title: Through the Eyes of Those Left Behind
Author: Taylor Dancinghands -taylor@willendorphians.com
Characters: McKay/Beckett/Zelenka
Category: slash, established relationship, h/c
Rating: 'NC-17' for explicit homoerotic depictions
Archive: Generally yes, but please let me know where
Summary: The structural integrity of Rodney, Carson and Radek's threesome is tested mightily by the events surrounding "Misbegotten".
Spoilers/Season: End of Season 1, beginning of Season 2. This story is all about "Misbegotten" and much of what immediately precedes it ("Allies", "No Man's Land"). Some dialogue taken directly from the opening scene of "Misbegotten". Also, I'm calling it a sequel to "Coalescence", though I don't know that you'd need to read it to appreciate this.
Author's notes: One of the things I love about this show is how often you see that the characters realizing that they're in it waaay over their heads quite a bit. Carson Beckett does this especially well, and he's never looked so 'in-it-over-his-head' as he did sitting in the drone control chair at the beginning of "Misbegotten". This is the story that sprang from that moment.
Betas: Thanx to
ankhmutes for her usual excellent advice!
In addition, when I suddenly realized that a big chunk of Radek backstory would be revealed in the last half of this story I thought it wise to consult withdinofly as a local history and politics expert (well, more expert than me, anyway) and this story is tons better for her advice.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, never will, not claiming to. Just wanna play with 'em a little. Can't I, can't I, huh?
Through the Eyes of Those Left Behind
by Taylor Dancinghands
Radek Zelenka, pt 3
Rodney melted into his arms, finding Radek's mouth with his own to devour it, hungrily. Rodney managed to say many things at moments such as this, things that the very same mouth found so very hard to say with words. Radek heard and understood and let Rodney know with his own lips and tongue, but without any words of his own, either.
Radek felt Carson shift in close behind him as he and Rodney kissed, and felt his arm reach around in front of him to caress down his chest teasingly. The kiss tapered to a close and Radek released a long sigh of comfort and gradually growing desire. "Now," he said with a happy smile, "now are you ready at last for 'welcome-home' sex?"
"Aye, luv," said Carson, "and are you?" Glancing over his shoulder, Radek spotted a certain glint in Carson's eye that sent a liquefying heat through every part of his body, except for one particular part, which hardened instantly.
"Ooh!" said Rodney, his own eyes bright with anticipation as he glanced over Radek's shoulder to meet Carson's gaze. "Let's you and me gang up on him!"
"What?" Radek gulped, feeling a frission of arousal and nervousness course through his body. He had not expected this, but when his glasses were lifted away a moment later, he surrendered happily. He knew he would find nothing but joy and pleasure in submitting to his lovers' whims.
Carson's arms now snaked under his shirt to lift it, but stopped halfway to take up molesting his nipples. It was Rodney who picked up where Carson had left off, lifting the shirt over Radek's head and flinging it away, and then assaulting Radek with another ravenous kiss. The force of Rodney's kiss pushed him back against Carson, and Radek went with it, pressing his body against Carson's with delight.
Carson gave way with a sigh of pleasure, laying back on the sofa and pulling Radek back with him. Now Radek could feel Carson's hardness pressing against his backside and Carson gave a soft grunt of arousal, lifting his hips to press himself more forcefully against Radek. His fingers remained busily engaged with Radek's nipples, but now one hand moved lower to cover and clasp the hard flesh under the cloth of Radek's trousers. Radek gave a wordless cry and thrust helplessly up against Carson's hand and then back against his groin. Rodney, still kissing him enthusiastically, chuckled into his mouth and reached one hand down to toy with the nipple that Carson had left unattended.
Moaning and writhing helplessly, Radek wanted to touch, but could not quite think how or what. His hands, however, acting uncannily as if possessed of their own intelligence, were managing to untuck Rodney's shirt from his pants, much to Radek's satisfaction. Free at last to wander over the broad expanse of Rodney's chest, Radek's hands touched to his heart's delight, and thrilled to feel Rodney shudder at his touch.
"Okay, okay," Rodney murmured impatiently after a few moments, breaking the kiss at last to remove his own shirt. "There, that's got that out of the way." Rodney seemed about to pick up again where he had left off, when he noticed Carson. The man was moaning and panting softly in Radek's ear, thrusting up against Radek's ass in a slow but compelling rhythm as his hand worked its way under the waistband of Radek's trousers.
"Whoa, Carson," Rodney said, removing Carson's hands from Radek's pants, much to his dismay. "Getting a little ahead of the game here!"
"Am I?" Carson said a little blearily. "Bother."
As much as Radek loved being at his two lovers' mercy, they did often have a difficult time getting organized to start with. He lifted a hand to hide the smirk forming on his lips and spoiled it by snickering.
"Quiet you," snapped Rodney, trying to suppress his own smile. "We'll get to that eventually, Carson, but we need to torment him a lot more first."
"Aye, I'm in favor of that," Carson said, "but I'm afraid I've put myself into a fair bit of torment already." He glanced down at where his trousers looked to be straining at the seams.
Rodney rolled his eyes. "Well for starters, I'd say you were wearing too many clothes," he said.
"I think we are all wearing too many clothes," muttered Radek quietly.
"Alright, alright," Rodney frowned. "He has a point." Rodney's trousers, Radek was pleased to observe, did not look any more comfortable than his own. To his credit, Rodney turned to assist Carson first, who was floundering a bit under Radek. Radek saw no reason to take the initiative himself, as it was the other two who were supposed to be calling the shots, but cooperated when Rodney took his hand to pull him upright. Rodney then applied himself to removing Carson's shirt as Carson attended to his right leg, which seemed to have gone to sleep from Radek laying on it.
Rodney let himself get a little distracted after Carson's shirt came off, however, leaning in to kiss him lustfully and then moving his mouth gradually lower, first to suck at the corner of his jaw, then tongue the hollow of his throat, and eventually kissing his way down Carson's chest. Radek settled back against the sofa to watch all this with delight, especially when Rodney's lips reached Carson's nipples and Carson groaned and arched his back in response.
"Rodney, luv," Carson rasped, "that's not improving matters one bit."
"I'll get to it," Rodney insisted, lips still teasing at Carson's nipples as he spoke. Radek ran his tongue over his own lips, thinking how the hard little nubs of Carson's flesh felt under Rodney's lips and tongue. Rodney's hands were as busy as his mouth, Radek now noticed, as they began to undo Carson's pants, freeing his hard flesh in short order.
"Oh, god," Carson moaned as Rodney stroked his fingers along Carson's rigid sex, and Radek felt his own cock surge and press painfully against the constrains of his trousers. More painful (but wonderful) still was watching Rodney drop to his knees between Carson's thighs and bend his head to brush Carson's hard and up-thrust flesh with his lips.
"Bloody hell, Rodney!" Carson cried, his head dropping back against the couch. Rodney was unfastening his own pants now, one handed, as the other hand massaged the base of Carson's cock. Radek decided he'd finally had enough of passive observation, and began undoing his own trousers, but Rodney was not so preoccupied that he didn't notice.
"Nah-ah!" he snapped, lifting his mouth away from Carson's cock just enough to speak. "You sit on those hands and watch."
Radek called Rodney something nasty that he wouldn't understand and complied, even though he wasn't altogether sure that Rodney had meant his instructions to be followed literally. Rodney had no sooner given those instructions than he had Carson's thick, hard cock in his mouth again, closing his lips around it and sucking noisily.
Carson gave a strangled cry as Rodney went down on him enthusiastically, and Radek watched with fascinated agony. Taking Rodney's head in both his hands, mussing his hair as he did, Carson regulated the speed of Rodney's rhythm, while Rodney sucked and took Carson's cock deep down his throat. Now Radek's torments consisted not only of his constrained and neglected cock, and his forcibly immobilized hands, but his eyes could not chose where to focus their gaze.
Certainly it was pleasant enough to watch Rodney's mouth moving rhythmically up and down on Carson's cock, but then there was also Rodney's hand working his own hard flesh, just above where Rodney's pants lay pooled about his knees. In addition to these visual delights, though, was Carson's beautiful, beloved face as he drew near completion. Head thrown back against the sofa, Carson's eyes were shut tight, his lips softly parted as he panted and moaned in rhythm with Rodney's motions. Now Radek could see Carson clench his teeth -a sure sign of imminent climax- then his eyes flew open, his throat opening too, to cry out, "oh god…!" and then a wordless shout. Carson released Rodney's head as he spent himself into his lover's mouth, his hips thrusting helplessly in the throes of passion, but Rodney rode all this out with skill, milking Carson dry with evident relish.
Radek did not realize he was whimpering until Carson turned his head languidly to gaze into Radek's pleading eyes and said, "oh ye poor, wee lad."
"Rodney," Carson said, his ebbing ecstasy having rendered him even more generous natured than usual, "we need to do something for poor Radek now; I do believe we've tormented him enough."
Rodney, wiping a bit of drool from the corner of his mouth as he straightened, gazed over at Radek, assessing. "Hmm," he said. "You're probably right. It's definitely time for the rest of his clothes to come off, at any rate."
This Radek was very glad to hear, but he had to wait, naturally, for Rodney and Carson to get the rest of the way out of theirs first. Rodney ended up doing most of the work as well, as Carson was still mostly caught up in post-orgasmic lassitude, and was capable of little more than leaning over to kiss Radek as Rodney worked on getting his pants off. Radek's bone deep sigh of relief as his trousers were finally opened was converted quite suddenly into a yelp of arousal as Rodney licked Radek's newly freed cock from root to head. His actions also had the result of attracting both Radek and Carson's attention, which was what he'd apparently had in mind.
"What do you say we move this over to the bed?" Rodney now suggested. "That's where the lube is, for one thing."
This made terrific sense to Radek, who started to stand before he realized that his pants were still around his ankles. Carson pulled him back to sit while Rodney removed them, and then the two of them escorted Radek to the bed. Once there, Rodney went to fetch the lube from the bed stand drawer while Carson pushed Radek back onto the bed and began a gentle assault over Radek's whole body with his hands and his mouth. Carson's lips and teeth were pinching and nibbling at his nipples and his hand was slowly stroking Radek's aching cock when he felt Rodney's finger, cold with a coating of lube, approach his opening.
"Ano, prosím!" Radek cried helplessly, hoping that these lesser torments would be coming to an end soon, and he would finally get the fucking he craved.
"Oh yes, Radek I am so going to fuck that incredible ass of yours," Rodney murmured as he pushed first one, then two fingers into Radek's tight opening. "And Carson here," Rodney paused to make sure he had Carson's attention, "is either going to suck your cock or let you fuck him with it, but that's up to him."
Radek gave a helpless sort of sob and arched into Rodney's fingers while Carson thought about it, but it didn't take him long.
"Oh I think I'd like to feel that long, hard cock of yours fucking my arse, I would," Carson said lustfully into Radek's ear, and Radek could only choke out, "ano, prosím," once again.
"Oh yeah," said Rodney with an anticipatory grin. "Over on your fronts then, both of you."
Carson was by now evidently recovered enough to discern where Rodney was going with this, and complied promptly, but Radek was still boggling a bit at the prospect of what was to come and soon found himself being manhandled on to his stomach by Rodney, with some help from Carson. Moments later there were Rodney's slick fingers working their way into his body again and the contented groan from Carson, lying beside him, told Radek that Rodney was doing the same to him.
"This is going to be so hot," Rodney was murmuring to himself as Radek felt three of Rodney's fingers now moving in and out of him, and thought pleasantly of the fingers of Rodney's other hand opening Carson up likewise.
"Alright, luv, I'm ready for him," Radek heard Carson say a moment later, and then Carson was rising to his knees, and Rodney's fingers were being slipped out of Radek's ass. Radek bit back his longing sigh, knowing that the sudden emptiness he now felt would soon be remedied, and he was not disappointed for now Rodney was helping him up to his knees and Carson was murmuring, "in ye get, luv."
There was some shifting and jostling in order to get everything lined up properly, but a moment later Radek had his hands on Carson's ass and his hard and aching cock was poised at his entrance. He pressed and was admitted, sinking gratefully into Carson's hot, tight passage.
"Bože!" cried Radek loudly, "Oh, Bože!" The sensation of being enveloped in Carson's body almost undid him right then and there, but he held himself still and waited for the first rush of pleasure to subside.
"You ready?" came Rodney's voice at his ear and Radek felt the prod of Rodney's hard cock at his own entrance.
"Ano, yes," Radek gasped, and then he was filled again, gloriously, and Radek cried out in wordless ecstasy.
"Oh fuck!" shouted Rodney. "God, Radek, your ass is incredible!"
Radek appreciated the sentiment, and might have said the same of Carson, but he was lost to words, to any coherent thought save for his awareness of the moment, and that was more than enough. His whole body was quivering with arousal and before he could even begin to thrust into Carson, or impale himself more deeply on Rodney's cock, Rodney was thrusting hard into him, pressing him deeper into Carson's body and himself deeper into Radek. Then Rodney was drawing back, pulling Radek back with him and Radek could feel the tight muscle of Carson's opening caress the length of his cock from root to crown at the same time as he felt Rodney's cock slide out of his own body.
Out and in again, each time Rodney's cock moved in him it brushed past the place that sent a warm pulse of ecstasy through him. Each thrust into him sent his own cock plunging more deeply into the close, slick heat of Carson's ass, and his own cries were echoed by Carson, coming in the same rhythm only seconds later. In and out again, penetrating and being penetrated, the firm caress of Carson's entrance along his cock, the internal caress of Rodney's cock stroking against his prostate, a shout of pleasure and desire, a gasped intake of breath, these things were all that Radek was aware of, all he could contain.
Awareness of his impending climax would have required an awareness of time, of past or present, and Radek had none of these things. It seized him when it came, suddenly and without warning, and then the white heat of ecstatic completion became his moment and his whole world. His entire body was subsumed in the energy of his climax, sending it spasming helplessly between his two lovers, sending pulses of hot release into Carson's body and grasping Rodney's sex with pulses of that same energy.
The energy seemed to catch fire with Rodney as Radek heard him gasp and then shout and then he felt the hot pulses of Rodney's spending within him. Shuddering out the last of his orgasm, Radek lowered himself slowly to lie on Carson, who didn't seem to mind. A moment later he felt Rodney part from him, to collapse at his side, breathing heavily but smiling widely.
"God it's good to be home," he said, and Radek could not agree more.
*****
It was Carson who woke them later that night, and neither Radek nor Rodney was surprised. The trauma he'd not been willing to admit to earlier had naturally intruded into his dreams and now he trembled and wept quietly in the arms of his lovers, confessing the awful violation he had suffered, at last. Rodney and Radek knew just how to comfort him, though, and after a little while they made love again, and this time it was Carson in the middle.
All three of them had been granted the following day off (Dr. Weir had rather insisted on it) and they took the time to care for one another, indulging each other however they could, and mostly just enjoying the rare opportunity for all three of them to share in each others' company. There was strength in their triad, all of them knew, for when one was away, as too frequently happened (and as much too frequently was Rodney) there were still two remaining to care for one another.
The last few weeks had revealed some new hazards to their arrangement, for none of them had given much consideration to the possibility of losing two of the three of them, or how devastating such a loss would be for the one remaining. In addition, they'd all discovered how little comfort there was to be had in the arms of a lover who was just as distraught about the fate of their missing third.
Still, all three of them remained deeply grateful for what they had. Each one loved the other two with equal ardor and devotion, and so there was no question, really, of altering the relationship. Though there were days of terror and sorrow, more often came the days of exhausting but exhilarating work and concluding such days in the arms of two lovers was the icing on the cake.
Like life and Atlantis, their relationship was one of terrifying perils, and unparalleled rewards, and being who they were, neither Rodney McKay, Carson Beckett nor Radek Zelenka were likely to make any other kind of choice.
=FIN=
(c) 2007 T. Dancinghands
****
There, now that was worth the wait, wasn't it?
-Oh, right...
Also meant to say that yes, the Ritual of the Calling of an Engineer is nothing I made up, but a real deal for Canadian engineers, including a ritual written by Rudyard Kipling (a life-long Mason). However, I am not ordinarily the kind of researchere who turns up stuff like that on my own. It wassgatlantislight who first brought this delicious bit of trivia to my attention is her (as usual) excellent "Aleatoric Life" series. To give credit where credit is due.
Author: Taylor Dancinghands -taylor@willendorphians.com
Characters: McKay/Beckett/Zelenka
Category: slash, established relationship, h/c
Rating: 'NC-17' for explicit homoerotic depictions
Archive: Generally yes, but please let me know where
Summary: The structural integrity of Rodney, Carson and Radek's threesome is tested mightily by the events surrounding "Misbegotten".
Spoilers/Season: End of Season 1, beginning of Season 2. This story is all about "Misbegotten" and much of what immediately precedes it ("Allies", "No Man's Land"). Some dialogue taken directly from the opening scene of "Misbegotten". Also, I'm calling it a sequel to "Coalescence", though I don't know that you'd need to read it to appreciate this.
Author's notes: One of the things I love about this show is how often you see that the characters realizing that they're in it waaay over their heads quite a bit. Carson Beckett does this especially well, and he's never looked so 'in-it-over-his-head' as he did sitting in the drone control chair at the beginning of "Misbegotten". This is the story that sprang from that moment.
Betas: Thanx to
ankhmutes for her usual excellent advice!In addition, when I suddenly realized that a big chunk of Radek backstory would be revealed in the last half of this story I thought it wise to consult with
dinofly as a local history and politics expert (well, more expert than me, anyway) and this story is tons better for her advice.Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, never will, not claiming to. Just wanna play with 'em a little. Can't I, can't I, huh?
Through the Eyes of Those Left Behind
by Taylor Dancinghands
Radek Zelenka, pt 3
Rodney melted into his arms, finding Radek's mouth with his own to devour it, hungrily. Rodney managed to say many things at moments such as this, things that the very same mouth found so very hard to say with words. Radek heard and understood and let Rodney know with his own lips and tongue, but without any words of his own, either.
Radek felt Carson shift in close behind him as he and Rodney kissed, and felt his arm reach around in front of him to caress down his chest teasingly. The kiss tapered to a close and Radek released a long sigh of comfort and gradually growing desire. "Now," he said with a happy smile, "now are you ready at last for 'welcome-home' sex?"
"Aye, luv," said Carson, "and are you?" Glancing over his shoulder, Radek spotted a certain glint in Carson's eye that sent a liquefying heat through every part of his body, except for one particular part, which hardened instantly.
"Ooh!" said Rodney, his own eyes bright with anticipation as he glanced over Radek's shoulder to meet Carson's gaze. "Let's you and me gang up on him!"
"What?" Radek gulped, feeling a frission of arousal and nervousness course through his body. He had not expected this, but when his glasses were lifted away a moment later, he surrendered happily. He knew he would find nothing but joy and pleasure in submitting to his lovers' whims.
Carson's arms now snaked under his shirt to lift it, but stopped halfway to take up molesting his nipples. It was Rodney who picked up where Carson had left off, lifting the shirt over Radek's head and flinging it away, and then assaulting Radek with another ravenous kiss. The force of Rodney's kiss pushed him back against Carson, and Radek went with it, pressing his body against Carson's with delight.
Carson gave way with a sigh of pleasure, laying back on the sofa and pulling Radek back with him. Now Radek could feel Carson's hardness pressing against his backside and Carson gave a soft grunt of arousal, lifting his hips to press himself more forcefully against Radek. His fingers remained busily engaged with Radek's nipples, but now one hand moved lower to cover and clasp the hard flesh under the cloth of Radek's trousers. Radek gave a wordless cry and thrust helplessly up against Carson's hand and then back against his groin. Rodney, still kissing him enthusiastically, chuckled into his mouth and reached one hand down to toy with the nipple that Carson had left unattended.
Moaning and writhing helplessly, Radek wanted to touch, but could not quite think how or what. His hands, however, acting uncannily as if possessed of their own intelligence, were managing to untuck Rodney's shirt from his pants, much to Radek's satisfaction. Free at last to wander over the broad expanse of Rodney's chest, Radek's hands touched to his heart's delight, and thrilled to feel Rodney shudder at his touch.
"Okay, okay," Rodney murmured impatiently after a few moments, breaking the kiss at last to remove his own shirt. "There, that's got that out of the way." Rodney seemed about to pick up again where he had left off, when he noticed Carson. The man was moaning and panting softly in Radek's ear, thrusting up against Radek's ass in a slow but compelling rhythm as his hand worked its way under the waistband of Radek's trousers.
"Whoa, Carson," Rodney said, removing Carson's hands from Radek's pants, much to his dismay. "Getting a little ahead of the game here!"
"Am I?" Carson said a little blearily. "Bother."
As much as Radek loved being at his two lovers' mercy, they did often have a difficult time getting organized to start with. He lifted a hand to hide the smirk forming on his lips and spoiled it by snickering.
"Quiet you," snapped Rodney, trying to suppress his own smile. "We'll get to that eventually, Carson, but we need to torment him a lot more first."
"Aye, I'm in favor of that," Carson said, "but I'm afraid I've put myself into a fair bit of torment already." He glanced down at where his trousers looked to be straining at the seams.
Rodney rolled his eyes. "Well for starters, I'd say you were wearing too many clothes," he said.
"I think we are all wearing too many clothes," muttered Radek quietly.
"Alright, alright," Rodney frowned. "He has a point." Rodney's trousers, Radek was pleased to observe, did not look any more comfortable than his own. To his credit, Rodney turned to assist Carson first, who was floundering a bit under Radek. Radek saw no reason to take the initiative himself, as it was the other two who were supposed to be calling the shots, but cooperated when Rodney took his hand to pull him upright. Rodney then applied himself to removing Carson's shirt as Carson attended to his right leg, which seemed to have gone to sleep from Radek laying on it.
Rodney let himself get a little distracted after Carson's shirt came off, however, leaning in to kiss him lustfully and then moving his mouth gradually lower, first to suck at the corner of his jaw, then tongue the hollow of his throat, and eventually kissing his way down Carson's chest. Radek settled back against the sofa to watch all this with delight, especially when Rodney's lips reached Carson's nipples and Carson groaned and arched his back in response.
"Rodney, luv," Carson rasped, "that's not improving matters one bit."
"I'll get to it," Rodney insisted, lips still teasing at Carson's nipples as he spoke. Radek ran his tongue over his own lips, thinking how the hard little nubs of Carson's flesh felt under Rodney's lips and tongue. Rodney's hands were as busy as his mouth, Radek now noticed, as they began to undo Carson's pants, freeing his hard flesh in short order.
"Oh, god," Carson moaned as Rodney stroked his fingers along Carson's rigid sex, and Radek felt his own cock surge and press painfully against the constrains of his trousers. More painful (but wonderful) still was watching Rodney drop to his knees between Carson's thighs and bend his head to brush Carson's hard and up-thrust flesh with his lips.
"Bloody hell, Rodney!" Carson cried, his head dropping back against the couch. Rodney was unfastening his own pants now, one handed, as the other hand massaged the base of Carson's cock. Radek decided he'd finally had enough of passive observation, and began undoing his own trousers, but Rodney was not so preoccupied that he didn't notice.
"Nah-ah!" he snapped, lifting his mouth away from Carson's cock just enough to speak. "You sit on those hands and watch."
Radek called Rodney something nasty that he wouldn't understand and complied, even though he wasn't altogether sure that Rodney had meant his instructions to be followed literally. Rodney had no sooner given those instructions than he had Carson's thick, hard cock in his mouth again, closing his lips around it and sucking noisily.
Carson gave a strangled cry as Rodney went down on him enthusiastically, and Radek watched with fascinated agony. Taking Rodney's head in both his hands, mussing his hair as he did, Carson regulated the speed of Rodney's rhythm, while Rodney sucked and took Carson's cock deep down his throat. Now Radek's torments consisted not only of his constrained and neglected cock, and his forcibly immobilized hands, but his eyes could not chose where to focus their gaze.
Certainly it was pleasant enough to watch Rodney's mouth moving rhythmically up and down on Carson's cock, but then there was also Rodney's hand working his own hard flesh, just above where Rodney's pants lay pooled about his knees. In addition to these visual delights, though, was Carson's beautiful, beloved face as he drew near completion. Head thrown back against the sofa, Carson's eyes were shut tight, his lips softly parted as he panted and moaned in rhythm with Rodney's motions. Now Radek could see Carson clench his teeth -a sure sign of imminent climax- then his eyes flew open, his throat opening too, to cry out, "oh god…!" and then a wordless shout. Carson released Rodney's head as he spent himself into his lover's mouth, his hips thrusting helplessly in the throes of passion, but Rodney rode all this out with skill, milking Carson dry with evident relish.
Radek did not realize he was whimpering until Carson turned his head languidly to gaze into Radek's pleading eyes and said, "oh ye poor, wee lad."
"Rodney," Carson said, his ebbing ecstasy having rendered him even more generous natured than usual, "we need to do something for poor Radek now; I do believe we've tormented him enough."
Rodney, wiping a bit of drool from the corner of his mouth as he straightened, gazed over at Radek, assessing. "Hmm," he said. "You're probably right. It's definitely time for the rest of his clothes to come off, at any rate."
This Radek was very glad to hear, but he had to wait, naturally, for Rodney and Carson to get the rest of the way out of theirs first. Rodney ended up doing most of the work as well, as Carson was still mostly caught up in post-orgasmic lassitude, and was capable of little more than leaning over to kiss Radek as Rodney worked on getting his pants off. Radek's bone deep sigh of relief as his trousers were finally opened was converted quite suddenly into a yelp of arousal as Rodney licked Radek's newly freed cock from root to head. His actions also had the result of attracting both Radek and Carson's attention, which was what he'd apparently had in mind.
"What do you say we move this over to the bed?" Rodney now suggested. "That's where the lube is, for one thing."
This made terrific sense to Radek, who started to stand before he realized that his pants were still around his ankles. Carson pulled him back to sit while Rodney removed them, and then the two of them escorted Radek to the bed. Once there, Rodney went to fetch the lube from the bed stand drawer while Carson pushed Radek back onto the bed and began a gentle assault over Radek's whole body with his hands and his mouth. Carson's lips and teeth were pinching and nibbling at his nipples and his hand was slowly stroking Radek's aching cock when he felt Rodney's finger, cold with a coating of lube, approach his opening.
"Ano, prosím!" Radek cried helplessly, hoping that these lesser torments would be coming to an end soon, and he would finally get the fucking he craved.
"Oh yes, Radek I am so going to fuck that incredible ass of yours," Rodney murmured as he pushed first one, then two fingers into Radek's tight opening. "And Carson here," Rodney paused to make sure he had Carson's attention, "is either going to suck your cock or let you fuck him with it, but that's up to him."
Radek gave a helpless sort of sob and arched into Rodney's fingers while Carson thought about it, but it didn't take him long.
"Oh I think I'd like to feel that long, hard cock of yours fucking my arse, I would," Carson said lustfully into Radek's ear, and Radek could only choke out, "ano, prosím," once again.
"Oh yeah," said Rodney with an anticipatory grin. "Over on your fronts then, both of you."
Carson was by now evidently recovered enough to discern where Rodney was going with this, and complied promptly, but Radek was still boggling a bit at the prospect of what was to come and soon found himself being manhandled on to his stomach by Rodney, with some help from Carson. Moments later there were Rodney's slick fingers working their way into his body again and the contented groan from Carson, lying beside him, told Radek that Rodney was doing the same to him.
"This is going to be so hot," Rodney was murmuring to himself as Radek felt three of Rodney's fingers now moving in and out of him, and thought pleasantly of the fingers of Rodney's other hand opening Carson up likewise.
"Alright, luv, I'm ready for him," Radek heard Carson say a moment later, and then Carson was rising to his knees, and Rodney's fingers were being slipped out of Radek's ass. Radek bit back his longing sigh, knowing that the sudden emptiness he now felt would soon be remedied, and he was not disappointed for now Rodney was helping him up to his knees and Carson was murmuring, "in ye get, luv."
There was some shifting and jostling in order to get everything lined up properly, but a moment later Radek had his hands on Carson's ass and his hard and aching cock was poised at his entrance. He pressed and was admitted, sinking gratefully into Carson's hot, tight passage.
"Bože!" cried Radek loudly, "Oh, Bože!" The sensation of being enveloped in Carson's body almost undid him right then and there, but he held himself still and waited for the first rush of pleasure to subside.
"You ready?" came Rodney's voice at his ear and Radek felt the prod of Rodney's hard cock at his own entrance.
"Ano, yes," Radek gasped, and then he was filled again, gloriously, and Radek cried out in wordless ecstasy.
"Oh fuck!" shouted Rodney. "God, Radek, your ass is incredible!"
Radek appreciated the sentiment, and might have said the same of Carson, but he was lost to words, to any coherent thought save for his awareness of the moment, and that was more than enough. His whole body was quivering with arousal and before he could even begin to thrust into Carson, or impale himself more deeply on Rodney's cock, Rodney was thrusting hard into him, pressing him deeper into Carson's body and himself deeper into Radek. Then Rodney was drawing back, pulling Radek back with him and Radek could feel the tight muscle of Carson's opening caress the length of his cock from root to crown at the same time as he felt Rodney's cock slide out of his own body.
Out and in again, each time Rodney's cock moved in him it brushed past the place that sent a warm pulse of ecstasy through him. Each thrust into him sent his own cock plunging more deeply into the close, slick heat of Carson's ass, and his own cries were echoed by Carson, coming in the same rhythm only seconds later. In and out again, penetrating and being penetrated, the firm caress of Carson's entrance along his cock, the internal caress of Rodney's cock stroking against his prostate, a shout of pleasure and desire, a gasped intake of breath, these things were all that Radek was aware of, all he could contain.
Awareness of his impending climax would have required an awareness of time, of past or present, and Radek had none of these things. It seized him when it came, suddenly and without warning, and then the white heat of ecstatic completion became his moment and his whole world. His entire body was subsumed in the energy of his climax, sending it spasming helplessly between his two lovers, sending pulses of hot release into Carson's body and grasping Rodney's sex with pulses of that same energy.
The energy seemed to catch fire with Rodney as Radek heard him gasp and then shout and then he felt the hot pulses of Rodney's spending within him. Shuddering out the last of his orgasm, Radek lowered himself slowly to lie on Carson, who didn't seem to mind. A moment later he felt Rodney part from him, to collapse at his side, breathing heavily but smiling widely.
"God it's good to be home," he said, and Radek could not agree more.
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It was Carson who woke them later that night, and neither Radek nor Rodney was surprised. The trauma he'd not been willing to admit to earlier had naturally intruded into his dreams and now he trembled and wept quietly in the arms of his lovers, confessing the awful violation he had suffered, at last. Rodney and Radek knew just how to comfort him, though, and after a little while they made love again, and this time it was Carson in the middle.
All three of them had been granted the following day off (Dr. Weir had rather insisted on it) and they took the time to care for one another, indulging each other however they could, and mostly just enjoying the rare opportunity for all three of them to share in each others' company. There was strength in their triad, all of them knew, for when one was away, as too frequently happened (and as much too frequently was Rodney) there were still two remaining to care for one another.
The last few weeks had revealed some new hazards to their arrangement, for none of them had given much consideration to the possibility of losing two of the three of them, or how devastating such a loss would be for the one remaining. In addition, they'd all discovered how little comfort there was to be had in the arms of a lover who was just as distraught about the fate of their missing third.
Still, all three of them remained deeply grateful for what they had. Each one loved the other two with equal ardor and devotion, and so there was no question, really, of altering the relationship. Though there were days of terror and sorrow, more often came the days of exhausting but exhilarating work and concluding such days in the arms of two lovers was the icing on the cake.
Like life and Atlantis, their relationship was one of terrifying perils, and unparalleled rewards, and being who they were, neither Rodney McKay, Carson Beckett nor Radek Zelenka were likely to make any other kind of choice.
=FIN=
(c) 2007 T. Dancinghands
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There, now that was worth the wait, wasn't it?
-Oh, right...
Also meant to say that yes, the Ritual of the Calling of an Engineer is nothing I made up, but a real deal for Canadian engineers, including a ritual written by Rudyard Kipling (a life-long Mason). However, I am not ordinarily the kind of researchere who turns up stuff like that on my own. It was
sgatlantislight who first brought this delicious bit of trivia to my attention is her (as usual) excellent "Aleatoric Life" series. To give credit where credit is due.