Date: Tue, 2 Mar 2010 23:35:25 +0000
From: jamie carmichael <littlejohn302@googlemail.com>
Subject: Stargate Atlantis 2 - Carson, Ronan and Sheppard

The Characters of Stargate Atlantis are copyright to MGM, and to Brad
Wright and R.C. Cooper. The following story is meant purely for non-profit
entertainment, and no copyright infringement is intended. This story
contains descriptions of sexual relations between men, without use of a
condom. If this disturbs you, it pretty much serves you right, because
there's no way you got here by accident. If you're under the age of consent
in your country, shame on you.

Note that this story presumes a basic knowledge of the characters and
settings of Stargate Atlantis on the part of the reader. If not, check out
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Word Count: 2540

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