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slashing_lorneWell the witching hour approaches, I did my best sadly its still comes up short--hell I wish the words & my fingers to type would work as fast as my mind’s eyes can see the entire plot—cause WOW that’d be kool. Anyhoo, it’s me so I will just stay the course & continue to write & it will be finished ASAP ... please blame le muse who is throwing me off with all this porn instead of the fluff/snip I originally had started with.
Anyhoo, THANK YOU to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
drkcherry for beta'n the first part. And yes there is more, at least Ronon's finally there in the room...
Title: Birthday boy
Author: Denyce
Fandom: SGA
Pairings: Sheppard/Lorne, Sheppard/Lorne/Ronon
Rating: FRAO
Warnings: established relationship, threesome, spankings
Summary: John knows of the perfect gift. Inspired written for Oct 21st challenge.
Notes: Written for Oct 21st challenge, that I misread, but enjoyed the idea of it actually being Lorne’s b-day. And yes I’m guilty I wanted Lorne’s ass a lovely shade of red for my b-day & Vagablonde wanted Sheppard/Lorne for her’s so *hopefully* it all works out ;-) Happy Birthday, Hon *smooches*
“Come on, it’s tradition.” John stated a bit too casually for Evan’s taste. Like it was nothing that Ronon, on John’s whim, would wrestle, bond, tie, and deliver his ass or anyone else for that matter from the way Ronon reacted, hauling him through Atlantis’ halls over one shoulder was a common everyday occurrence. Ignoring his snort John knelt, scooting closer on the bed to where Ronon had unceremoniously dumped him before turning and stalking out, but not without an order from John for him to be back in twenty. And he couldn’t help but wonder at what kind of game John was playing?
Once John helped him into a sitting position with his back against the wall. Evan held up his hands for John to undo Ronon’s handiwork. Unable to hold back his sarcasm, Evan pointedly asked, “So what’s the deal? Who’s tradition you going by? The Marquis de Sade’s?”
Leaning forward John discarded the jabs only to take his hands and simply inspect the ties. With a gentle softness that belied the rough callused hands John’s fingers soothingly trailed over the twine of rope Ronon had used to securely hog-tie his lover.
With each pass, John’s caress swept further up his arms toward his elbows then back toward the anchor of bound wrists to slowly repeat the process. On the second pass, Evan wiggled his fingers trying to stretch and capture one of John’s fingers as they continued to delicately trace around his wrist in a very distracting way.
Confused and annoyed, Evan had hoped they would be spending this time—on his birthday, alone with John, not bound and tied waiting for Ronon to return. Pulling his hands away from John he demanded, “Wanna tell me what’s going on in that head of yours? Like this tradition you’re filling Ronon’s head with? Exactly what does this tradition of yours entail? Because I have to tell you it conflicts with anything I was brought up on!” Automatically Evan tilted his head back to allow John better access as his tongue trailed below his jaw line. With each lick and nibble Evan’s anger started to evaporate until he was squirming for more contact but John forcibly kept him at bay. “Come on untie me. This is ridiculous and you know it.”
John only snickered ignoring the request and answered by lavishing Evan’s neck.
Unable to control his body, Evan started to shudder under John’s talented tongue. Literally biting back a moan, Silently Evan ordered himself to focus before demanding. “Come on spill!”
Thrilled by Evan’s outburst, John pulled back to effectively leer at his lover as he answered, “So you’re telling me you never hear of, or got a Birthday spanking before?”
“What?”
John nearly choked at Evan’s outraged expression that quickly turned into longing. Swallowing his laughter, John leaned forward and distractingly answered in-between long leisurely licks over Evan’s jugular. “You heard me. Now how old are you again? Don’t want Ronon going overboard.”
Breathless and panicked Evan couldn’t stop the pathetic whine that entered his voice. “This whole thing is out of line—It’s what kids do to each other, or parents to their own kid. In the lovingly non abusive way—not an adult entrapping, hogtying another adult to spank their ass!”
With a breathless chuckle, lips hovered over Evan’s ear, “Very funny, if you’re trying to channel Rodney, I have to tell you, it’s a pretty poor imitation.” John’s tongue darted in and around Evan’s ear then dipped in leaving a wet trail that leisurely found its way down to his lobe where John aggressively sucked and nibbled only to leave Evan more breathless as John huskily asked, “And you’re no kid are you?”
Squirming, swallowing a moan Evan tried to redirect and focus his mind away from John’s tongue by reminding himself that Ronon was due back at any moment. “Why not just us… why Ronon?”
John paused for only a microsecond pulling with a slight bounce, so Evan could clearly see him and cheerfully announced, “Happy Birthday!”
Stunned speechless, Evan just opened and closed his mouth then nervously licked his lips only to repeat the cycle.
Not holding back John started to really chuckle, “You’re not going to try and deny the attraction are you? Cause I’d have to call you a lair—besides, I’m not.”
“Ronon’s going to…”
“Larger hands, remember?” John answered as he leaned forward taking a strong playful nip over Evan’s pulse point sucking hard enough to mark before pulling back.
Panting overwhelmed, Evan swallowed, this time when he licked his lips images of his fantasy started to tease his mind—of Ronon’s large hands holding him, descending repeatedly on his ass.
John waited and eyed when Evan’s tongue started on his third pass over his lips that John successfully trapped his tongue between his teeth suddenly attacking his mouth like a Hoover vacuum. Long moments later nearly out of breath John pulled away and asked, “Tell me you don’t want this?”
Evan answered with a moan and immediately closed the gap; his tongue joined John’s in a mock duel. Fingers tugged and pulled at his buckle unzipping his pants before they inched their way inside. Possessively one hand clasped tightly around his hardness, forcing John’s rhetorical question to be tossed aside. John’s other hand cupped and pulled him closer, fingers spreading covering one ass cheek, his breath hitched as he spoke, “Not going to have to imagine what it feels like much longer.”
TBC…
Anyhoo, THANK YOU to
drkcherry for beta'n the first part. And yes there is more, at least Ronon's finally there in the room...Title: Birthday boy
Author: Denyce
Fandom: SGA
Pairings: Sheppard/Lorne, Sheppard/Lorne/Ronon
Rating: FRAO
Warnings: established relationship, threesome, spankings
Summary: John knows of the perfect gift. Inspired written for Oct 21st challenge.
Notes: Written for Oct 21st challenge, that I misread, but enjoyed the idea of it actually being Lorne’s b-day. And yes I’m guilty I wanted Lorne’s ass a lovely shade of red for my b-day & Vagablonde wanted Sheppard/Lorne for her’s so *hopefully* it all works out ;-) Happy Birthday, Hon *smooches*
“Come on, it’s tradition.” John stated a bit too casually for Evan’s taste. Like it was nothing that Ronon, on John’s whim, would wrestle, bond, tie, and deliver his ass or anyone else for that matter from the way Ronon reacted, hauling him through Atlantis’ halls over one shoulder was a common everyday occurrence. Ignoring his snort John knelt, scooting closer on the bed to where Ronon had unceremoniously dumped him before turning and stalking out, but not without an order from John for him to be back in twenty. And he couldn’t help but wonder at what kind of game John was playing?
Once John helped him into a sitting position with his back against the wall. Evan held up his hands for John to undo Ronon’s handiwork. Unable to hold back his sarcasm, Evan pointedly asked, “So what’s the deal? Who’s tradition you going by? The Marquis de Sade’s?”
Leaning forward John discarded the jabs only to take his hands and simply inspect the ties. With a gentle softness that belied the rough callused hands John’s fingers soothingly trailed over the twine of rope Ronon had used to securely hog-tie his lover.
With each pass, John’s caress swept further up his arms toward his elbows then back toward the anchor of bound wrists to slowly repeat the process. On the second pass, Evan wiggled his fingers trying to stretch and capture one of John’s fingers as they continued to delicately trace around his wrist in a very distracting way.
Confused and annoyed, Evan had hoped they would be spending this time—on his birthday, alone with John, not bound and tied waiting for Ronon to return. Pulling his hands away from John he demanded, “Wanna tell me what’s going on in that head of yours? Like this tradition you’re filling Ronon’s head with? Exactly what does this tradition of yours entail? Because I have to tell you it conflicts with anything I was brought up on!” Automatically Evan tilted his head back to allow John better access as his tongue trailed below his jaw line. With each lick and nibble Evan’s anger started to evaporate until he was squirming for more contact but John forcibly kept him at bay. “Come on untie me. This is ridiculous and you know it.”
John only snickered ignoring the request and answered by lavishing Evan’s neck.
Unable to control his body, Evan started to shudder under John’s talented tongue. Literally biting back a moan, Silently Evan ordered himself to focus before demanding. “Come on spill!”
Thrilled by Evan’s outburst, John pulled back to effectively leer at his lover as he answered, “So you’re telling me you never hear of, or got a Birthday spanking before?”
“What?”
John nearly choked at Evan’s outraged expression that quickly turned into longing. Swallowing his laughter, John leaned forward and distractingly answered in-between long leisurely licks over Evan’s jugular. “You heard me. Now how old are you again? Don’t want Ronon going overboard.”
Breathless and panicked Evan couldn’t stop the pathetic whine that entered his voice. “This whole thing is out of line—It’s what kids do to each other, or parents to their own kid. In the lovingly non abusive way—not an adult entrapping, hogtying another adult to spank their ass!”
With a breathless chuckle, lips hovered over Evan’s ear, “Very funny, if you’re trying to channel Rodney, I have to tell you, it’s a pretty poor imitation.” John’s tongue darted in and around Evan’s ear then dipped in leaving a wet trail that leisurely found its way down to his lobe where John aggressively sucked and nibbled only to leave Evan more breathless as John huskily asked, “And you’re no kid are you?”
Squirming, swallowing a moan Evan tried to redirect and focus his mind away from John’s tongue by reminding himself that Ronon was due back at any moment. “Why not just us… why Ronon?”
John paused for only a microsecond pulling with a slight bounce, so Evan could clearly see him and cheerfully announced, “Happy Birthday!”
Stunned speechless, Evan just opened and closed his mouth then nervously licked his lips only to repeat the cycle.
Not holding back John started to really chuckle, “You’re not going to try and deny the attraction are you? Cause I’d have to call you a lair—besides, I’m not.”
“Ronon’s going to…”
“Larger hands, remember?” John answered as he leaned forward taking a strong playful nip over Evan’s pulse point sucking hard enough to mark before pulling back.
Panting overwhelmed, Evan swallowed, this time when he licked his lips images of his fantasy started to tease his mind—of Ronon’s large hands holding him, descending repeatedly on his ass.
John waited and eyed when Evan’s tongue started on his third pass over his lips that John successfully trapped his tongue between his teeth suddenly attacking his mouth like a Hoover vacuum. Long moments later nearly out of breath John pulled away and asked, “Tell me you don’t want this?”
Evan answered with a moan and immediately closed the gap; his tongue joined John’s in a mock duel. Fingers tugged and pulled at his buckle unzipping his pants before they inched their way inside. Possessively one hand clasped tightly around his hardness, forcing John’s rhetorical question to be tossed aside. John’s other hand cupped and pulled him closer, fingers spreading covering one ass cheek, his breath hitched as he spoke, “Not going to have to imagine what it feels like much longer.”
TBC…
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