Lorne/Ronon/Kavanagh
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Title: Locks, Stocks, and Two Smoking Barrels
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5388
Pairing: Kavanagh/Ronon/Lorne (Kavanagh/Ronon Established)
Spoilers: None from episodes but I’m kinda playing off the Kavanagh/Ronon relationship I started in my previous fics Post Critical and Aftermath.
Summary: Kavanagh goes off world when Lorne gets him assigned to a mission and things take a turn for the worse. (when don’t they?) Ronon comes to the rescue and things become more complicated.
Disclaimer: None of them are mine. *pouts*
Notes: Thanks tokarendreamer for being my wonderful beta! *hugs*
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The Daedalus docked with Atlantis with little ado. As the crew began to disembark Calvin Kavanagh walked briskly from the ship, mixing with the crew as they flowed into the city. He hadn’t planned on staying in Atlantis, but Ronon had convinced him to do so after their encounter post interrogation. That had been back when The Trust had planned to blow up the city. He managed to convince Ronon to let him go back to Earth to take care of some personal matters. The warrior reluctantly agreed.. Ronon had no qualms about trekking across the galaxy to retrieve him if he didn’t return and was quite vocal in telling Calvin just that. So Calvin stepped through the Gate to Earth settled his affairs and returned on the Daedalus.
Calvin ran his fingers over his newly shorn hair. It still had some length, just enough that his curls had no problem showing themselves. He wasn’t sure how Ronon would react to him cutting it, but he did it on a whim. He just got tired of it. He blinked his eyes as his contacts adjusted. Another change. He sighed. Why had he done it? He wasn’t really sure he had a reason.
The city was just has he had left it. Calvin made his way back to his quarters. It hadn’t changed much except for the thin layer of dust on his table. He frowned. He would have to dust before unpacking. Calvin began integrating himself back into the world of Atlantis. Living in the ancient city wasn’t like an apartment and job back on Earth. Even the SGC couldn’t compare on many levels. He pushed Ronon from his mind. Team Sheppard were off world and weren’t due back for a few hours. He hoped it wouldn’t be long before the tall figure was stalking into his room pushing him to the wall or floor. It had been almost a month since their last fevered romp. Calvin laughed to himself. Romp was a good word for it. He wasn’t sure what it was. A relationship of totally fucked up proportions seemed the best explanation.
Two hours later Calvin closed the door to his quarters behind him and made his way to the mess hall for something to eat. He hadn’t eaten since that early breakfast on the Daedalus. The mess hall was the best place for people to gather for some gossip and to relax so was usually busy. Today was no exception. Calvin found a relatively empty table in a corner to sit with his tray. On occasion he could sense people looking at him, but he shrugged it off.
He ate quietly until a shadow fell over his tray and a voice asked. “Mind if I sit here?”
Calvin looked up into the face of Major Lorne. “It looks empty,” Calvin retorted indicating the seat.
Nick chuckled to himself pulling out the plastic seat and sitting down with his tray. “Thought you might like some company.”
“What makes you think that?”
Nick shrugged. “Just a feeling.”
“Unlike most people I don’t feel the need to be surrounded by a gaggle of subordinates.”
“Right,” Nick replied taking a bite of his meatloaf. “I guess then talking to a lowly grunt like myself is below you?”
Calvin pushed his tray aside. “I didn’t say that. You’re putting words into my mouth.” Calvin ghosted the side of his face where the wire frame of his glasses would normally be resting.
Nick took note of the action and smiled. “Why did you cut the hair and get rid of the glasses? To fit in? Impress someone maybe? I wonder. For someone who doesn’t seem to care that’s two big changes,” he concluded.
Calvin smirked. “Who says I did it for anyone else but me?” He leaned back in the metal chair. “What’s it to you anyway?”
“Just making conversation. I tried for pleasantries, but you didn’t seem interested in that.”
Calvin rolled his eyes. “Why are you even sitting here?”
“I told you. I thought you might want some company.”
“And what you’re psychic?”
Nick grinned. “Well I figured since you just got back and Ronon is off world.”
Calvin sat up straighter in his chair. “What are you talking about?”
“Since you don’t really converse with anyone else and Ronon is the only one I see you around these days. You might need someone to talk to.”
Calvin eyed him for a moment. “Are you trying to say something, Major?”
“It’s none of my business,” he assured. “But I was hoping you wouldn’t mind hanging around sometime.”
Calvin shook the disbelief from his mind. “Are you hitting on me?” He asked flabbergasted.
Nick laughed. “I wouldn’t say that Dr. Kavanagh. Can I call you Calvin?”
“I don’t believe this,” Calvin said.
Nick shrugged. “Why not?”
Calvin leaned across the table to him. “What makes you think I’m gay?” He asked.
Nick looked into his eyes steadily one dark eyebrow arching. “Are you saying you’re not?”
Calvin sat back again. “I didn’t say I wasn’t. Let’s say I was and I’m seeing Ronon. What makes you think I would go play hide the sausage with you? Plus, you wouldn’t think Ronon would go for that? He’s not exactly the sharing type.”
Nick laughed again. “Good point. I guess maybe I shouldn’t tread on that rocky terrain. Wouldn’t want to wake up on the wrong side of Ronon’s fist.”
“So you were hitting on me,” Calvin reaffirmed.
Nick stood picking up his tray. He smiled winking at the scientist as he walked away.
Calvin watched him go. What the hell was that, he thought. He pondered the conversation for quite some time before returning to his quarters to wait for Ronon.
Sleep was interrupted by knocking at the door. Calvin rolled over looking at the clock on his night stand. It was a little after 8:00 am. He sighed reaching for his glasses then pulled his hand back when he realized he could see. He hadn’t taken out his contacts. He sat up looking around. He was sleeping on the top of the covers and still had on his clothes. He must have fallen asleep. The knock came again. A voice followed it from the other side: “Dr. Kavanagh?”
“Yes, one moment,” he replied. He allowed the door to open when he stopped just short of it. Some young Marine he didn’t know was standing outside. “What is it?”
“Dr. Weir would like for you to join Major Lorne and Doctor’s Roche and Cox.”
“What for?”
“She didn’t say Doctor. The mission starts at ten hundred hours.”
“Fine, thank you.”
The young man nodded, turned smartly, and left.
Calvin turned back into his quarters the door silently closing behind him. Ronon. Where was he? Why hadn’t he come last night? Calvin had stayed up as long as he could the night before to wait. Fear crept into his gut. Had the mission gone wrong? He swallowed harshly then another thing hit him. Shit, he told the room. Major Lorne? Great. He was going to be going off world with the man.
He made a quick mental list of what needed to be done. Shower first. Find Ronon. Then figure out this mission and why all the sudden he was going off world. Calvin sighed pulling his blue shirt over his head. It was going to be a long day. He walked to the bathroom he didn’t want to wait too long to find Ronon.
A half an hour later he was lingering around the gate room to see what information he could overhear. He had made a quick pass by Ronon’s quarters but he wasn’t there. He eyed Weir’s office. She was talking to someone but he couldn’t see who. He hadn’t seen any of Sheppard’s team. He had a feeling they hadn’t returned. He fingered his lip, concentrating, when someone came up behind him.
“They didn’t come back.”
Calvin turned into the face of Maj. Lorne. “Who?” He asked as though he wasn’t concerned.
Nick cocked his head. “You know who.”
Calvin sighed. What was the point? “What do you know?” He asked.
“They made contact late last night. They couldn’t get back due to some local custom or something. It’s not bad. They’re just held up.”
Calvin visibly sighed with relief. He eyed the airman for a moment. “I should go get ready for the mission.”
Nick nodded. “Yes, it’s going to be an exciting fun filled day.”
Calvin rolled his eyes. “Right. I’m here to amuse you. Went through all that schooling. Years of study to earn my doctorate so I could entertain you.”
Nick smiled. “You best pack up Dr. Kavanagh. Going to be a long day out in the field.”
“Right,” Calvin snorted “Excuse me.”
Nick stepped back as the taller man walked by leaving the airman leaning against the wall smirking.
“You’re clear to depart Major Lorne. Good luck and be safe,” Elizabeth advised.
“Will do,” Nick replied. “Let’s move out.”
The team consisting of Nick, Calvin, Dr. Roche and Dr. Cox stepped through the horizon.
“This way doctor’s,” Nick said pointing to the right through some underbrush. “The site where we found the ruins is over there.”
They made their way through the brush Nick leading the way. Calvin made his way up to the airman matching his pace. “You suggested me for this mission didn’t you?”
Nick looked at him sideways. “What makes you think that?”
Calvin glanced behind him at the two female scientists trailing behind them. “Well, let’s see. Dr. Roche is an archaeologist and Dr. Cox is a geologist. I’m a chemist and physics expert. What purpose could I possibly serve out here other than to play victim to your whims?”
Nick shrugged. “I think you will find it interesting. You just never know what else is in those ruins.”
Calvin stopped mid stride his eyes narrowed as he focused on Nick. The airman stopped as well confusion crossing his face. “I can’t even imagine what you said to get me on this mission, but I’m not going to just fall all over you. Got it?”
Nick cocked his head looking to the scientist. “It seems like you have the wrong idea Dr. Kavanagh. I was just trying to help.” His eyes twinkled holding back a smile.
Calvin stood there for a moment then started walking again. He didn’t say anything more to the man, instead he slowly backed away to trail behind him, once more walking alongside his peers.
Half an hour later they arrived at the ruins. The two female scientist’s eyes lit up as the tall stoned pillars and small structures opened up before them like a waiting amusement park. They started unloading their gear babbling as they went. Calvin shook his head and went to walk a perimeter in hopes that Lorne hadn’t dragged him out there for nothing.
Nick sat on some stone rubble eyeing the area as the scientists spread out around the demolished village. He watched casually as the tall, once long haired man, tried his best to completely avoid him. It amused Nick to no end. He leaned back against the cool stone keeping an eye and ear out. This first time he had been to the ruins with a team of soldiers nothing had happened but he wasn’t taking the chance.
Nick sat up straighter. Calvin has left his line of sight and he couldn’t find the man. He frowned, standing, he started walking toward the last place he had seen the scientist. Suddenly he heard a frightened yell. Nick stiffened pulling his P-90 close to his vest. The two female scientists both looked toward the cry then looked to Nick, worried. Another cry came from the distance.
“Shit!” Nick exclaimed. “Both of you head to the gate. Now! Go straight back and don’t wait for us. Tell Dr. Weir I went after Dr. Kavanagh.”
The frightened scientists nodded heading back through the brush to the gate. Nick took a deep breath running toward the screams.
Calvin’s eyes tried to focus. The sky was above him. Fluffy clouds were moving along as though they hadn’t a care in the world. He shook himself back to reality, his body jerking at an unknown captive. He then realized he was being carried on some kind of make shift spit. Two men in simple loin cloths were carrying him through the brush. Great, Calvin thought. I’m going to be dinner for the locals. He sighed, trying to throw his body weight around hoping to catch them off guard. The natives didn’t seem phased as they toted their prize along.
Without warning they stopped. He watched as they sniffed the air whipping their heads around in search on an unseen adversary.
Calvin watched in surprise as a figure dropped from a branch above them. The two men dropped him as he landed with a groan to the ground. He closed his eyes as cries erupted around him. He listened to the grunts and scuffles of bodies colliding in combat. The sounds stopped, the wind taking the place of the vocalizations. Calvin opened his eyes looking into another set.
“Are you ok?” Nick asked. He cut Calvin free with a pocket knife.
“I’m fine. Thank you,” he replied. Calvin shook slightly as Nick cut the bindings from his legs. Nick pulled the long poll from him tossing it aside.
“Let’s go,” Nick said his voice all business. “I don’t think they were alone, and I’d rather not wait for any friends.”
Calvin didn’t argue as he allowed Nick to pull him to his feet. They made there way through the underbrush quickly as they could, winding through the woods back to the gate in silence.
Nick stopped holding up his hand as he listened.
“What?” Calvin asked. His eyes darting to the sides grazing the bush for something to jump out.
Before Nick could answer, the forrest floor erupted, a mass of attackers rushed around them like a damn had burst. Many of the dark armed men carried long spears which were now aimed at their necks. Nick weighed the options. He placed his weapon on the ground slowly putting up his hands.
“I’m never going off world again,” Calvin sputtered through clenched teeth as they were swarmed by eager hands and the world went black again.
Night settled around them as the natives hauled them through the woods. “Well, this is nice,” Calvin said.
“We’ll get out of this and even if we don’t the cavalry will be coming soon.”
Calvin sighed eyeing up their captures. “Hey! Make sure you use plenty of garlic!” He rolled his eyes as the native looked at him confused.
Nick laughed. “Glad to see you haven’t lost your ability to snark in the face of danger.”
“Yes, well it’s not everyday you’re about to become the evening meal.”
Nick didn’t reply eyes the surroundings for a way to escape. He didn’t see many options hog tied to a wood pole. It wasn’t looking good. The natives stopped in a small clearing in front of what looked like some kind of alter. Two make shift but secure looking stocks stood in the center. The two of them were man handled into the devices. As the locals locked them into place they raised the stocks up so their full bodies and chests were exposed. Calvin was surprised he had never heard of adjustable stocks. Both men were standing upright which was an odd site to see considering.
“Now what?” Nick wandered out loud.
An older man who could only be described as a shaman stepped forward a small knife in his hand he walked to them.
Calvin tried to retract as the man approached them. “You had to ask!” He grunted closing his eyes as the old man grabbed his shirt cutting away the front quickly repeating the action with Nick the man stepped away. He stood in front of them raising his hands in the air he then chanted a few words into the sky.
Nick looked at Calvin his eyebrow raised. Calvin shook his head. The crowd repeated the words and suddenly the natives began to disappear into the woods.
Silence settled on them as the world quieted.
“Ok.” Calvin said straining against wood bindings. “Not dinner then.”
“Not for them anyway,” Nick replied.
“What?”
“We’re a sacrifice.”
Calvin closed his eyes again. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” He opened them slowly pulling again at his restraints. They wouldn’t give. He looked down at his shredded shirt brow furrowing. “Wraith?” He asked.
Nick kept his gaze on the wood line. “Could be the reason for the easy access. Who knows for sure?”
“With any luck we’ll freeze to death before it finds us.” He shivered wishing the sun would return. Of all the fates he could think of getting sucked dry by a Wraith was way low on the list.
“I would offer you my coat.” Nick said a smirk on his face.
“Nice,” Calvin retorted. “You can’t think of a better time for that?”
Nick managed a semi shrug, but didn’t answer. They stood in their awkward restraints as the woods around them echoes of wildlife. It was only a matter of time before the predator would appear. “Wanna play a game?” Nick asked.
Calvin opened his mouth to snark in return, but instead: “Sure.”
The gate opened in Atlantis as Ronon stepped through. His face was not full of cheer. Weir had radioed to team to see if they could return sooner to aid in the search for Maj. Lorne and Dr. Kavanagh. It didn’t take much for Ronon to convince Sheppard to let him return to the city. Elizabeth greeted him with little heart. “I’m glad you’re here. One team scouted the area around the gate but I didn’t want to take the chance of sending them in with out,” she paused searching for the word. “Better reinforcements.”
Ronon nodded. “What do you know?”
She sighed. “Not much. The two scientists returned stating that something happened to Dr. Kavanagh, and Maj. Lorne went after him after ordering them to return through the gate. We haven’t heard anything from either man.”
Ronon growled softly. Elizabeth looked at him a moment, worried, then pushed it aside. “I have a team ready to go with you and once John, Teyla, and Rodney return they will go as well.”
“I don’t need anyone else. I’m going alone.”
“I don’t think-” Elizabeth started to say but stopped when he turned his gaze to her. It was his ‘no argument face’ which was never easy to counter. “Fine, ok. You can handle it.” She nodded to the control room and the gate began to dial.
As the wormhole established Ronon gripped his sidearm. “I’ll bring them back.” He said, simply disappearing through the shimmering puddle without resistance.
Elizabeth sighed. She knew very little would stop Ronon when he was determined. She was more confused then anything. Why was the man so eager to save Lorne and Kavanagh. He barely seemed to know either man. She walked away from the gate as it dissipated quietly.
“B.” Calvin said. His voice taking on a tired tone.
“Nope.” Nick replied.
Calvin sighed. “Can’t you think of anything more interesting to play?”
“What’s wrong with hangman?”
Calvin rolled his eyes. “I’m not even going to bother and answer that.”
Nick was about to reply when a noise came from the brush. They both fell silent eyes focusing toward the sound. They both held their breath, waiting. Nothing. Calvin looked to Nick unsure. Nick only shook his head, not speaking in case something was near by. Something big and hungry. Moments passed with uncertainty. As they both began to calm their heightened senses the brush rattled again.
A figure began to descend from the under brush. Tall and moving cat like as it approached.
“This can’t be good,” Nick said, his words lost on the wind.
Calvin couldn’t speak as he watched in horror. The Wraith was old and quite ugly. It strolled up to them both sniffing the air. It literally grinned as it eyed its prey. Calvin could feel its joy at the fresh meat. The Wraith knew they weren’t of this world and it was going to relish its feast.
Nick eyed the creature, carefully hoping to get an advantage he knew most likely would never come in his current state.
The Wraith came to Calvin first. It licked its lip pulling a long sleeve from its sucking orifice.
Calvin retched away as the Wraith slid its hand along his skin resting in the middle of his chest. It smiled looking into his eyes.
“What in the hell are you looking at!” Calvin yelled in its face. The wraith yelled reeling back with its hand then striking him in the chest again. Calvin could feel the pain as his life drained away. His body wracking violently under the touch. Suddenly it stopped and the screaming no longer came from his own mouth. The Wraith was thrown back as though yanked by an invisible wire, its body landing on the ground with a thud. A new tall figure was hovering over the Wraith beating it into the ground. Calvin sucked in air to his lungs as they screamed for relief. Slowly Calvin regained his awareness. He could hear Nick shouting from next to him.
“RONON!” Nick shouted to get the man’s attention.
Ronon whipped his head to them his eyes full of wild anger. “Would you please get us out!” Nick cried out forcefully.
Ronon finally pulled away from the bloodied remains of the Wraith. He walked over to them stopping in front of Calvin. He studied the man carefully then put a hand on Calvin’s chest. “Are you ok?” He asked.
“I’m fine,” Calvin breathed harshly.
“It was only for a few seconds. He just needs to rest and we need to get out of here,” Nick reasserted.
Ronon touched Calvin’s head lightly not responding to Nick. “You cut it.” His voice sounded disappointed.
Calvin looked up at him. “We can discuss my make over when we get back.”
Ronon didn’t move for a few seconds. He then stepped back reaching for his weapon sweeping it from it’s holster. He yanked a second small handgun from his side taking aim at the two men.
“What are you doing?” Nick asked his voice shaking.
Ronon fired the weapons. The sounds echoed across the small valley. Calvin stood as the stock came free. Nick did the same. Ronon had shot both locks in one shot. Nick whistled impressed.
“Let’s go,” Ronon said tossing the handgun to Nick. “Help him, and nothing happens to him? Got it?”
Nick nodded. “Got it.”
Ronon took point as Nick helped the weakened, protesting Calvin. They made it back to the gate with no sign of the natives.
As they appeared through the wormhole Carson came running over. “What happened?” He asked motioning wildly to someone behind him pushing a gurney.
“I don’t need that,” Calvin repeated. “I’m fine. Just tired. Need some rest.”
“A Wraith tried to make a snack out of him,” Nick advised Carson.
“My word!” Carson aided the still protesting Calvin onto the gurney insisting on a ‘check over’ to be safe.
Calvin had a firmly annoyed look on his head but finally conceded. Ronon and Nick stood as they wheeled him away.
Elizabeth walked over. “I’m glad you’re both back.” She smiled.
“Yes ma’am.” Nick replied. “Me too, Thanks to Ronon here.”
She smiled again. “Never had a doubt. Thank you Ronon.” Ronon tilted his head slightly in response. She continued: “I wouldn’t mind if you got checked over also Major. Just to be safe.”
“Right, I will go right now.”
She nodded adding another smile, then was gone.
As Nick turned to walk away Ronon grabbed his arm. “Stay away. He’s mine.”
Nick kept a straight face portraying nothing. “Is that his choice?”
Ronon didn’t reply eyeing the major as he stalked off.
Calvin watched as his favorite pen rolled across the desk to the floor with a ping. He moaned as his breath pitched. Ronon pushed into him again. He almost felt like he was in a time warp. Ronon’s fingers dug into his side as the warrior thrusted inside him. Calvin’s legs began to shake as his body began to spiral. He was coming hard into his hand. Ronon grunted again as he released himself. Calvin was sweating, but he wasn’t sure if it was from the sex or everything else that had happened. He turned to the slightly taller man, who wrapped his firm hands around his neck pulling him into a fierce kiss as he pushed into him almost possessively. Ronon pulled away, a small grin playing on his lips.
“I guess you’re not that mad.” Calvin said. He fingered his hair again.
Ronon gripped his hand leading him to the bed. They crawled under the turned down covers. “Why did you cut it?” Ronon finally asked. He ran his fingers through it as he spoke.
Calvin shrugged. “I felt like it.”
“And the glasses?”
Calvin closed his eyes hoping he could feign sleep instead of answering. Ronon poked him in the ribs. “I don’t know,” he repeated. “I-I just wanted a change. Something that would be good enou-”
“Shut up.” Ronon said. “I don’t want to hear it.”
Calvin rolled his eyes. “Thanks-here I thought for once we were going to have an actual conversation instead of sex and sleep.”
Ronon sighed. “That’s not what I mean. You don’t have to impress me. It’s not needed.”
“Do you think I did it just for that reason?”
“Did you?”
“Maybe- I don’t know.”
“Major Lorne noticed. I saw the way he looked at you.”
Calvin shrugged it off. “I don’t think it’s anything.”
“Right. I told him to stay away.”
Calvin sat up. “Why?”
“You should know that by now.”
“I’m not property. I can fuck whomever I chose.”
Ronon’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t share well with others.”
Calvin’s hand rubbed his face trying to shake out everything that had happened the last few days. His head tapping gently on the headboard as he considered his response. “What, now I have to ask your permission?”
Ronon sat up to answer but his words were lost as the door signaled a visitor. Calvin sighed. Who the hell could that be? “One minute!” He called out as he reached for his jogging pants and slid them on. He gave Ronon a look then allowed the door to open.
Nick stood on the other side. A smile erupted on his face as he took in the half naked scientist.
“Yes?” Calvin asked, blocking the airman’s line of sight from the room behind him.
“You busy?”
“Yes.” Calvin replied.
Nick laughed. Calvin took notice of the easy lines and furrowed brows. He wasn’t denying the fact that the man was attractive. The black polo shirt and slacks favored him as well. Nick had worn off duty attire. “I was hoping to coax you out for something to eat. I didn’t think you’ve had the chance since Carson released you from the infirmary.”
“I’m fine, Thanks.”
Ronon was tired of waiting and joined them at the door. “He fine.” The man repeated, partially hiding behind Calvin. Ronon hadn’t bothered putting on clothes. Nick noted it appreciatively.
“I can see that now.” Nick said.
“For god’s sake,” Calvin cried out. “I can practically feel the testosterone flowing right now.”
He ribbed Ronon behind him causing him to step back. Calvin gripped Nick’s shirt pulling him into the room allowing the door to close. “This is not a cock fight, I’m not a prize.” He told them both. “Enough, with this shit.”
Ronon growled eyeing Nick up again. Nick shrugged at Ronon but kept his distance and was alert. He wasn’t sure what the scientist was about to do, but he wasn’t going to let the warrior tear into him, well maybe not in any manner that would leave lasting marks.
Calvin turned to Ronon placing a hand on the man’s chest. “Sit, on the bed.” Ronon hesitated then looked to his lover and, to Calvin’s surprise, he complied.
Nick was equally surprised when Calvin pushed him into the wall his lips brushing his own. Nick responded opening eagerly to the younger man. Clashing teeth and tongues fought for control.
Ronon stood about a heartbeat away from crossing the room to pull them apart. Calvin pulled away from Nick. He didn’t turn but said: “No! Sit down.”
Ronon stopped in the middle of the room. Then backed slowly to the bed sitting once more.
Calvin then tugged at a corner of the shirt that blocked his attempt to be at Nick’s nipples. He wanted to suck at them and he wasn’t about to let the cloth prevent him from getting what he wanted. The shirt was yanked away landing on the floor as Calvin’s tongue marched along Nick’s skin. Nick bit his lip as it trailed along his flesh making it’s way to his neck. Hands then relieved the airman of the slacks and boxers underneath. Calvin dropped down to take him in sucking him down. Ronon’s own breath hitched as blood rushed to his cock. Trailing back up his torso with kisses Calvin kissed Nick again on the neck. “Are you a virgin?” He asked. Nick shook his head. Calvin turned him around pushing him into the wall as Nick braced himself against it.. Calvin traced the willing orifice easily pushing a finger inside. Nick moaned in response and a second voice echoed his cries. Calvin looked to the warrior on the bed.
Ronon was stroking his own erection. His cock once again swollen, eager.
Calvin shook his head at him. “Don’t you dare come without me.”
“No promises.” The wild haired man replied, aching in his voice.
Calvin rid himself of his slacks as he pushed into Nick. They rocked into the wall at each thrust. It seemed endless as Calvin jolted into him. Calvin suddenly withdrew, his words barely audible as whispered Ronon’s name. The taller man was behind him before he could repeat it. Nick turned back around kissing Calvin once more. His leaking cock pressing into Calvin’s.
Calvin backed up the human sandwich to the bed. “Lay down,” he told Nick, who complied quickly. Calvin leaned over to finish what he started. Ronon gripped Calvin’s ass eagerly, entering him for the second time that night. As Calvin sucked down the last of Nick’s climax, his own semen glazed over Nick’s bared legs. Ronon thrusted a last time into his lover, a final surge that caused them both to fall forward landing on top of the airman.
“Holy shit,” Nick uttered as Calvin rolled off him taking Ronon along.
All three men laid across the bed. Exhaustion was the only thing keeping them from moving.
“About time I got my way,” Calvin said simply.
Nick laughed. Ronon sat up looking to the scientist. “You almost killed us.”
Calvin shrugged. “I didn’t see an alternative. It was either this or watch you two throw down. Although, that would of been interesting. This was more fun I think.”
Ronon didn’t reply at first. “It was a better outcome,” He concurred.
“Here I thought I was only going to win the affections of a scientist.”
Ronon eyed the dark haired man. “He’s still mine, but I can go with this arrangement.”
Calvin snorted. “So I can only have sex with others if you’re there too?”
“That’s right.”
“No argument from me,” Nick assured.
Calvin groaned closing his eyes dramatically putting his hand across his forehead. “I guess it’s a start.” He pulled himself to a sitting position then planted his feet on the floor standing. “I think for our next three way effort should be under a hot flowing spray.” He held out his hand to Nick.
Nick raised an eyebrow and took it standing once more at the foot of the bed next to Calvin. “Coming?” He asked the Satedian.
“Not yet, but I’m sure we can work on that.” He replied quickly following behind them. “Your ass is still mine.”
Nick laughed and Calvin just smirked. It was going to be an interesting shower.
The end.
eviljrTitle: Locks, Stocks, and Two Smoking Barrels
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5388
Pairing: Kavanagh/Ronon/Lorne (Kavanagh/Ronon Established)
Spoilers: None from episodes but I’m kinda playing off the Kavanagh/Ronon relationship I started in my previous fics Post Critical and Aftermath.
Summary: Kavanagh goes off world when Lorne gets him assigned to a mission and things take a turn for the worse. (when don’t they?) Ronon comes to the rescue and things become more complicated.
Disclaimer: None of them are mine. *pouts*
Notes: Thanks to
karendreamer for being my wonderful beta! *hugs*x-posted to
kavtolanon The Daedalus docked with Atlantis with little ado. As the crew began to disembark Calvin Kavanagh walked briskly from the ship, mixing with the crew as they flowed into the city. He hadn’t planned on staying in Atlantis, but Ronon had convinced him to do so after their encounter post interrogation. That had been back when The Trust had planned to blow up the city. He managed to convince Ronon to let him go back to Earth to take care of some personal matters. The warrior reluctantly agreed.. Ronon had no qualms about trekking across the galaxy to retrieve him if he didn’t return and was quite vocal in telling Calvin just that. So Calvin stepped through the Gate to Earth settled his affairs and returned on the Daedalus.
Calvin ran his fingers over his newly shorn hair. It still had some length, just enough that his curls had no problem showing themselves. He wasn’t sure how Ronon would react to him cutting it, but he did it on a whim. He just got tired of it. He blinked his eyes as his contacts adjusted. Another change. He sighed. Why had he done it? He wasn’t really sure he had a reason.
The city was just has he had left it. Calvin made his way back to his quarters. It hadn’t changed much except for the thin layer of dust on his table. He frowned. He would have to dust before unpacking. Calvin began integrating himself back into the world of Atlantis. Living in the ancient city wasn’t like an apartment and job back on Earth. Even the SGC couldn’t compare on many levels. He pushed Ronon from his mind. Team Sheppard were off world and weren’t due back for a few hours. He hoped it wouldn’t be long before the tall figure was stalking into his room pushing him to the wall or floor. It had been almost a month since their last fevered romp. Calvin laughed to himself. Romp was a good word for it. He wasn’t sure what it was. A relationship of totally fucked up proportions seemed the best explanation.
Two hours later Calvin closed the door to his quarters behind him and made his way to the mess hall for something to eat. He hadn’t eaten since that early breakfast on the Daedalus. The mess hall was the best place for people to gather for some gossip and to relax so was usually busy. Today was no exception. Calvin found a relatively empty table in a corner to sit with his tray. On occasion he could sense people looking at him, but he shrugged it off.
He ate quietly until a shadow fell over his tray and a voice asked. “Mind if I sit here?”
Calvin looked up into the face of Major Lorne. “It looks empty,” Calvin retorted indicating the seat.
Nick chuckled to himself pulling out the plastic seat and sitting down with his tray. “Thought you might like some company.”
“What makes you think that?”
Nick shrugged. “Just a feeling.”
“Unlike most people I don’t feel the need to be surrounded by a gaggle of subordinates.”
“Right,” Nick replied taking a bite of his meatloaf. “I guess then talking to a lowly grunt like myself is below you?”
Calvin pushed his tray aside. “I didn’t say that. You’re putting words into my mouth.” Calvin ghosted the side of his face where the wire frame of his glasses would normally be resting.
Nick took note of the action and smiled. “Why did you cut the hair and get rid of the glasses? To fit in? Impress someone maybe? I wonder. For someone who doesn’t seem to care that’s two big changes,” he concluded.
Calvin smirked. “Who says I did it for anyone else but me?” He leaned back in the metal chair. “What’s it to you anyway?”
“Just making conversation. I tried for pleasantries, but you didn’t seem interested in that.”
Calvin rolled his eyes. “Why are you even sitting here?”
“I told you. I thought you might want some company.”
“And what you’re psychic?”
Nick grinned. “Well I figured since you just got back and Ronon is off world.”
Calvin sat up straighter in his chair. “What are you talking about?”
“Since you don’t really converse with anyone else and Ronon is the only one I see you around these days. You might need someone to talk to.”
Calvin eyed him for a moment. “Are you trying to say something, Major?”
“It’s none of my business,” he assured. “But I was hoping you wouldn’t mind hanging around sometime.”
Calvin shook the disbelief from his mind. “Are you hitting on me?” He asked flabbergasted.
Nick laughed. “I wouldn’t say that Dr. Kavanagh. Can I call you Calvin?”
“I don’t believe this,” Calvin said.
Nick shrugged. “Why not?”
Calvin leaned across the table to him. “What makes you think I’m gay?” He asked.
Nick looked into his eyes steadily one dark eyebrow arching. “Are you saying you’re not?”
Calvin sat back again. “I didn’t say I wasn’t. Let’s say I was and I’m seeing Ronon. What makes you think I would go play hide the sausage with you? Plus, you wouldn’t think Ronon would go for that? He’s not exactly the sharing type.”
Nick laughed again. “Good point. I guess maybe I shouldn’t tread on that rocky terrain. Wouldn’t want to wake up on the wrong side of Ronon’s fist.”
“So you were hitting on me,” Calvin reaffirmed.
Nick stood picking up his tray. He smiled winking at the scientist as he walked away.
Calvin watched him go. What the hell was that, he thought. He pondered the conversation for quite some time before returning to his quarters to wait for Ronon.
Sleep was interrupted by knocking at the door. Calvin rolled over looking at the clock on his night stand. It was a little after 8:00 am. He sighed reaching for his glasses then pulled his hand back when he realized he could see. He hadn’t taken out his contacts. He sat up looking around. He was sleeping on the top of the covers and still had on his clothes. He must have fallen asleep. The knock came again. A voice followed it from the other side: “Dr. Kavanagh?”
“Yes, one moment,” he replied. He allowed the door to open when he stopped just short of it. Some young Marine he didn’t know was standing outside. “What is it?”
“Dr. Weir would like for you to join Major Lorne and Doctor’s Roche and Cox.”
“What for?”
“She didn’t say Doctor. The mission starts at ten hundred hours.”
“Fine, thank you.”
The young man nodded, turned smartly, and left.
Calvin turned back into his quarters the door silently closing behind him. Ronon. Where was he? Why hadn’t he come last night? Calvin had stayed up as long as he could the night before to wait. Fear crept into his gut. Had the mission gone wrong? He swallowed harshly then another thing hit him. Shit, he told the room. Major Lorne? Great. He was going to be going off world with the man.
He made a quick mental list of what needed to be done. Shower first. Find Ronon. Then figure out this mission and why all the sudden he was going off world. Calvin sighed pulling his blue shirt over his head. It was going to be a long day. He walked to the bathroom he didn’t want to wait too long to find Ronon.
A half an hour later he was lingering around the gate room to see what information he could overhear. He had made a quick pass by Ronon’s quarters but he wasn’t there. He eyed Weir’s office. She was talking to someone but he couldn’t see who. He hadn’t seen any of Sheppard’s team. He had a feeling they hadn’t returned. He fingered his lip, concentrating, when someone came up behind him.
“They didn’t come back.”
Calvin turned into the face of Maj. Lorne. “Who?” He asked as though he wasn’t concerned.
Nick cocked his head. “You know who.”
Calvin sighed. What was the point? “What do you know?” He asked.
“They made contact late last night. They couldn’t get back due to some local custom or something. It’s not bad. They’re just held up.”
Calvin visibly sighed with relief. He eyed the airman for a moment. “I should go get ready for the mission.”
Nick nodded. “Yes, it’s going to be an exciting fun filled day.”
Calvin rolled his eyes. “Right. I’m here to amuse you. Went through all that schooling. Years of study to earn my doctorate so I could entertain you.”
Nick smiled. “You best pack up Dr. Kavanagh. Going to be a long day out in the field.”
“Right,” Calvin snorted “Excuse me.”
Nick stepped back as the taller man walked by leaving the airman leaning against the wall smirking.
“You’re clear to depart Major Lorne. Good luck and be safe,” Elizabeth advised.
“Will do,” Nick replied. “Let’s move out.”
The team consisting of Nick, Calvin, Dr. Roche and Dr. Cox stepped through the horizon.
“This way doctor’s,” Nick said pointing to the right through some underbrush. “The site where we found the ruins is over there.”
They made their way through the brush Nick leading the way. Calvin made his way up to the airman matching his pace. “You suggested me for this mission didn’t you?”
Nick looked at him sideways. “What makes you think that?”
Calvin glanced behind him at the two female scientists trailing behind them. “Well, let’s see. Dr. Roche is an archaeologist and Dr. Cox is a geologist. I’m a chemist and physics expert. What purpose could I possibly serve out here other than to play victim to your whims?”
Nick shrugged. “I think you will find it interesting. You just never know what else is in those ruins.”
Calvin stopped mid stride his eyes narrowed as he focused on Nick. The airman stopped as well confusion crossing his face. “I can’t even imagine what you said to get me on this mission, but I’m not going to just fall all over you. Got it?”
Nick cocked his head looking to the scientist. “It seems like you have the wrong idea Dr. Kavanagh. I was just trying to help.” His eyes twinkled holding back a smile.
Calvin stood there for a moment then started walking again. He didn’t say anything more to the man, instead he slowly backed away to trail behind him, once more walking alongside his peers.
Half an hour later they arrived at the ruins. The two female scientist’s eyes lit up as the tall stoned pillars and small structures opened up before them like a waiting amusement park. They started unloading their gear babbling as they went. Calvin shook his head and went to walk a perimeter in hopes that Lorne hadn’t dragged him out there for nothing.
Nick sat on some stone rubble eyeing the area as the scientists spread out around the demolished village. He watched casually as the tall, once long haired man, tried his best to completely avoid him. It amused Nick to no end. He leaned back against the cool stone keeping an eye and ear out. This first time he had been to the ruins with a team of soldiers nothing had happened but he wasn’t taking the chance.
Nick sat up straighter. Calvin has left his line of sight and he couldn’t find the man. He frowned, standing, he started walking toward the last place he had seen the scientist. Suddenly he heard a frightened yell. Nick stiffened pulling his P-90 close to his vest. The two female scientists both looked toward the cry then looked to Nick, worried. Another cry came from the distance.
“Shit!” Nick exclaimed. “Both of you head to the gate. Now! Go straight back and don’t wait for us. Tell Dr. Weir I went after Dr. Kavanagh.”
The frightened scientists nodded heading back through the brush to the gate. Nick took a deep breath running toward the screams.
Calvin’s eyes tried to focus. The sky was above him. Fluffy clouds were moving along as though they hadn’t a care in the world. He shook himself back to reality, his body jerking at an unknown captive. He then realized he was being carried on some kind of make shift spit. Two men in simple loin cloths were carrying him through the brush. Great, Calvin thought. I’m going to be dinner for the locals. He sighed, trying to throw his body weight around hoping to catch them off guard. The natives didn’t seem phased as they toted their prize along.
Without warning they stopped. He watched as they sniffed the air whipping their heads around in search on an unseen adversary.
Calvin watched in surprise as a figure dropped from a branch above them. The two men dropped him as he landed with a groan to the ground. He closed his eyes as cries erupted around him. He listened to the grunts and scuffles of bodies colliding in combat. The sounds stopped, the wind taking the place of the vocalizations. Calvin opened his eyes looking into another set.
“Are you ok?” Nick asked. He cut Calvin free with a pocket knife.
“I’m fine. Thank you,” he replied. Calvin shook slightly as Nick cut the bindings from his legs. Nick pulled the long poll from him tossing it aside.
“Let’s go,” Nick said his voice all business. “I don’t think they were alone, and I’d rather not wait for any friends.”
Calvin didn’t argue as he allowed Nick to pull him to his feet. They made there way through the underbrush quickly as they could, winding through the woods back to the gate in silence.
Nick stopped holding up his hand as he listened.
“What?” Calvin asked. His eyes darting to the sides grazing the bush for something to jump out.
Before Nick could answer, the forrest floor erupted, a mass of attackers rushed around them like a damn had burst. Many of the dark armed men carried long spears which were now aimed at their necks. Nick weighed the options. He placed his weapon on the ground slowly putting up his hands.
“I’m never going off world again,” Calvin sputtered through clenched teeth as they were swarmed by eager hands and the world went black again.
Night settled around them as the natives hauled them through the woods. “Well, this is nice,” Calvin said.
“We’ll get out of this and even if we don’t the cavalry will be coming soon.”
Calvin sighed eyeing up their captures. “Hey! Make sure you use plenty of garlic!” He rolled his eyes as the native looked at him confused.
Nick laughed. “Glad to see you haven’t lost your ability to snark in the face of danger.”
“Yes, well it’s not everyday you’re about to become the evening meal.”
Nick didn’t reply eyes the surroundings for a way to escape. He didn’t see many options hog tied to a wood pole. It wasn’t looking good. The natives stopped in a small clearing in front of what looked like some kind of alter. Two make shift but secure looking stocks stood in the center. The two of them were man handled into the devices. As the locals locked them into place they raised the stocks up so their full bodies and chests were exposed. Calvin was surprised he had never heard of adjustable stocks. Both men were standing upright which was an odd site to see considering.
“Now what?” Nick wandered out loud.
An older man who could only be described as a shaman stepped forward a small knife in his hand he walked to them.
Calvin tried to retract as the man approached them. “You had to ask!” He grunted closing his eyes as the old man grabbed his shirt cutting away the front quickly repeating the action with Nick the man stepped away. He stood in front of them raising his hands in the air he then chanted a few words into the sky.
Nick looked at Calvin his eyebrow raised. Calvin shook his head. The crowd repeated the words and suddenly the natives began to disappear into the woods.
Silence settled on them as the world quieted.
“Ok.” Calvin said straining against wood bindings. “Not dinner then.”
“Not for them anyway,” Nick replied.
“What?”
“We’re a sacrifice.”
Calvin closed his eyes again. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” He opened them slowly pulling again at his restraints. They wouldn’t give. He looked down at his shredded shirt brow furrowing. “Wraith?” He asked.
Nick kept his gaze on the wood line. “Could be the reason for the easy access. Who knows for sure?”
“With any luck we’ll freeze to death before it finds us.” He shivered wishing the sun would return. Of all the fates he could think of getting sucked dry by a Wraith was way low on the list.
“I would offer you my coat.” Nick said a smirk on his face.
“Nice,” Calvin retorted. “You can’t think of a better time for that?”
Nick managed a semi shrug, but didn’t answer. They stood in their awkward restraints as the woods around them echoes of wildlife. It was only a matter of time before the predator would appear. “Wanna play a game?” Nick asked.
Calvin opened his mouth to snark in return, but instead: “Sure.”
The gate opened in Atlantis as Ronon stepped through. His face was not full of cheer. Weir had radioed to team to see if they could return sooner to aid in the search for Maj. Lorne and Dr. Kavanagh. It didn’t take much for Ronon to convince Sheppard to let him return to the city. Elizabeth greeted him with little heart. “I’m glad you’re here. One team scouted the area around the gate but I didn’t want to take the chance of sending them in with out,” she paused searching for the word. “Better reinforcements.”
Ronon nodded. “What do you know?”
She sighed. “Not much. The two scientists returned stating that something happened to Dr. Kavanagh, and Maj. Lorne went after him after ordering them to return through the gate. We haven’t heard anything from either man.”
Ronon growled softly. Elizabeth looked at him a moment, worried, then pushed it aside. “I have a team ready to go with you and once John, Teyla, and Rodney return they will go as well.”
“I don’t need anyone else. I’m going alone.”
“I don’t think-” Elizabeth started to say but stopped when he turned his gaze to her. It was his ‘no argument face’ which was never easy to counter. “Fine, ok. You can handle it.” She nodded to the control room and the gate began to dial.
As the wormhole established Ronon gripped his sidearm. “I’ll bring them back.” He said, simply disappearing through the shimmering puddle without resistance.
Elizabeth sighed. She knew very little would stop Ronon when he was determined. She was more confused then anything. Why was the man so eager to save Lorne and Kavanagh. He barely seemed to know either man. She walked away from the gate as it dissipated quietly.
“B.” Calvin said. His voice taking on a tired tone.
“Nope.” Nick replied.
Calvin sighed. “Can’t you think of anything more interesting to play?”
“What’s wrong with hangman?”
Calvin rolled his eyes. “I’m not even going to bother and answer that.”
Nick was about to reply when a noise came from the brush. They both fell silent eyes focusing toward the sound. They both held their breath, waiting. Nothing. Calvin looked to Nick unsure. Nick only shook his head, not speaking in case something was near by. Something big and hungry. Moments passed with uncertainty. As they both began to calm their heightened senses the brush rattled again.
A figure began to descend from the under brush. Tall and moving cat like as it approached.
“This can’t be good,” Nick said, his words lost on the wind.
Calvin couldn’t speak as he watched in horror. The Wraith was old and quite ugly. It strolled up to them both sniffing the air. It literally grinned as it eyed its prey. Calvin could feel its joy at the fresh meat. The Wraith knew they weren’t of this world and it was going to relish its feast.
Nick eyed the creature, carefully hoping to get an advantage he knew most likely would never come in his current state.
The Wraith came to Calvin first. It licked its lip pulling a long sleeve from its sucking orifice.
Calvin retched away as the Wraith slid its hand along his skin resting in the middle of his chest. It smiled looking into his eyes.
“What in the hell are you looking at!” Calvin yelled in its face. The wraith yelled reeling back with its hand then striking him in the chest again. Calvin could feel the pain as his life drained away. His body wracking violently under the touch. Suddenly it stopped and the screaming no longer came from his own mouth. The Wraith was thrown back as though yanked by an invisible wire, its body landing on the ground with a thud. A new tall figure was hovering over the Wraith beating it into the ground. Calvin sucked in air to his lungs as they screamed for relief. Slowly Calvin regained his awareness. He could hear Nick shouting from next to him.
“RONON!” Nick shouted to get the man’s attention.
Ronon whipped his head to them his eyes full of wild anger. “Would you please get us out!” Nick cried out forcefully.
Ronon finally pulled away from the bloodied remains of the Wraith. He walked over to them stopping in front of Calvin. He studied the man carefully then put a hand on Calvin’s chest. “Are you ok?” He asked.
“I’m fine,” Calvin breathed harshly.
“It was only for a few seconds. He just needs to rest and we need to get out of here,” Nick reasserted.
Ronon touched Calvin’s head lightly not responding to Nick. “You cut it.” His voice sounded disappointed.
Calvin looked up at him. “We can discuss my make over when we get back.”
Ronon didn’t move for a few seconds. He then stepped back reaching for his weapon sweeping it from it’s holster. He yanked a second small handgun from his side taking aim at the two men.
“What are you doing?” Nick asked his voice shaking.
Ronon fired the weapons. The sounds echoed across the small valley. Calvin stood as the stock came free. Nick did the same. Ronon had shot both locks in one shot. Nick whistled impressed.
“Let’s go,” Ronon said tossing the handgun to Nick. “Help him, and nothing happens to him? Got it?”
Nick nodded. “Got it.”
Ronon took point as Nick helped the weakened, protesting Calvin. They made it back to the gate with no sign of the natives.
As they appeared through the wormhole Carson came running over. “What happened?” He asked motioning wildly to someone behind him pushing a gurney.
“I don’t need that,” Calvin repeated. “I’m fine. Just tired. Need some rest.”
“A Wraith tried to make a snack out of him,” Nick advised Carson.
“My word!” Carson aided the still protesting Calvin onto the gurney insisting on a ‘check over’ to be safe.
Calvin had a firmly annoyed look on his head but finally conceded. Ronon and Nick stood as they wheeled him away.
Elizabeth walked over. “I’m glad you’re both back.” She smiled.
“Yes ma’am.” Nick replied. “Me too, Thanks to Ronon here.”
She smiled again. “Never had a doubt. Thank you Ronon.” Ronon tilted his head slightly in response. She continued: “I wouldn’t mind if you got checked over also Major. Just to be safe.”
“Right, I will go right now.”
She nodded adding another smile, then was gone.
As Nick turned to walk away Ronon grabbed his arm. “Stay away. He’s mine.”
Nick kept a straight face portraying nothing. “Is that his choice?”
Ronon didn’t reply eyeing the major as he stalked off.
Calvin watched as his favorite pen rolled across the desk to the floor with a ping. He moaned as his breath pitched. Ronon pushed into him again. He almost felt like he was in a time warp. Ronon’s fingers dug into his side as the warrior thrusted inside him. Calvin’s legs began to shake as his body began to spiral. He was coming hard into his hand. Ronon grunted again as he released himself. Calvin was sweating, but he wasn’t sure if it was from the sex or everything else that had happened. He turned to the slightly taller man, who wrapped his firm hands around his neck pulling him into a fierce kiss as he pushed into him almost possessively. Ronon pulled away, a small grin playing on his lips.
“I guess you’re not that mad.” Calvin said. He fingered his hair again.
Ronon gripped his hand leading him to the bed. They crawled under the turned down covers. “Why did you cut it?” Ronon finally asked. He ran his fingers through it as he spoke.
Calvin shrugged. “I felt like it.”
“And the glasses?”
Calvin closed his eyes hoping he could feign sleep instead of answering. Ronon poked him in the ribs. “I don’t know,” he repeated. “I-I just wanted a change. Something that would be good enou-”
“Shut up.” Ronon said. “I don’t want to hear it.”
Calvin rolled his eyes. “Thanks-here I thought for once we were going to have an actual conversation instead of sex and sleep.”
Ronon sighed. “That’s not what I mean. You don’t have to impress me. It’s not needed.”
“Do you think I did it just for that reason?”
“Did you?”
“Maybe- I don’t know.”
“Major Lorne noticed. I saw the way he looked at you.”
Calvin shrugged it off. “I don’t think it’s anything.”
“Right. I told him to stay away.”
Calvin sat up. “Why?”
“You should know that by now.”
“I’m not property. I can fuck whomever I chose.”
Ronon’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t share well with others.”
Calvin’s hand rubbed his face trying to shake out everything that had happened the last few days. His head tapping gently on the headboard as he considered his response. “What, now I have to ask your permission?”
Ronon sat up to answer but his words were lost as the door signaled a visitor. Calvin sighed. Who the hell could that be? “One minute!” He called out as he reached for his jogging pants and slid them on. He gave Ronon a look then allowed the door to open.
Nick stood on the other side. A smile erupted on his face as he took in the half naked scientist.
“Yes?” Calvin asked, blocking the airman’s line of sight from the room behind him.
“You busy?”
“Yes.” Calvin replied.
Nick laughed. Calvin took notice of the easy lines and furrowed brows. He wasn’t denying the fact that the man was attractive. The black polo shirt and slacks favored him as well. Nick had worn off duty attire. “I was hoping to coax you out for something to eat. I didn’t think you’ve had the chance since Carson released you from the infirmary.”
“I’m fine, Thanks.”
Ronon was tired of waiting and joined them at the door. “He fine.” The man repeated, partially hiding behind Calvin. Ronon hadn’t bothered putting on clothes. Nick noted it appreciatively.
“I can see that now.” Nick said.
“For god’s sake,” Calvin cried out. “I can practically feel the testosterone flowing right now.”
He ribbed Ronon behind him causing him to step back. Calvin gripped Nick’s shirt pulling him into the room allowing the door to close. “This is not a cock fight, I’m not a prize.” He told them both. “Enough, with this shit.”
Ronon growled eyeing Nick up again. Nick shrugged at Ronon but kept his distance and was alert. He wasn’t sure what the scientist was about to do, but he wasn’t going to let the warrior tear into him, well maybe not in any manner that would leave lasting marks.
Calvin turned to Ronon placing a hand on the man’s chest. “Sit, on the bed.” Ronon hesitated then looked to his lover and, to Calvin’s surprise, he complied.
Nick was equally surprised when Calvin pushed him into the wall his lips brushing his own. Nick responded opening eagerly to the younger man. Clashing teeth and tongues fought for control.
Ronon stood about a heartbeat away from crossing the room to pull them apart. Calvin pulled away from Nick. He didn’t turn but said: “No! Sit down.”
Ronon stopped in the middle of the room. Then backed slowly to the bed sitting once more.
Calvin then tugged at a corner of the shirt that blocked his attempt to be at Nick’s nipples. He wanted to suck at them and he wasn’t about to let the cloth prevent him from getting what he wanted. The shirt was yanked away landing on the floor as Calvin’s tongue marched along Nick’s skin. Nick bit his lip as it trailed along his flesh making it’s way to his neck. Hands then relieved the airman of the slacks and boxers underneath. Calvin dropped down to take him in sucking him down. Ronon’s own breath hitched as blood rushed to his cock. Trailing back up his torso with kisses Calvin kissed Nick again on the neck. “Are you a virgin?” He asked. Nick shook his head. Calvin turned him around pushing him into the wall as Nick braced himself against it.. Calvin traced the willing orifice easily pushing a finger inside. Nick moaned in response and a second voice echoed his cries. Calvin looked to the warrior on the bed.
Ronon was stroking his own erection. His cock once again swollen, eager.
Calvin shook his head at him. “Don’t you dare come without me.”
“No promises.” The wild haired man replied, aching in his voice.
Calvin rid himself of his slacks as he pushed into Nick. They rocked into the wall at each thrust. It seemed endless as Calvin jolted into him. Calvin suddenly withdrew, his words barely audible as whispered Ronon’s name. The taller man was behind him before he could repeat it. Nick turned back around kissing Calvin once more. His leaking cock pressing into Calvin’s.
Calvin backed up the human sandwich to the bed. “Lay down,” he told Nick, who complied quickly. Calvin leaned over to finish what he started. Ronon gripped Calvin’s ass eagerly, entering him for the second time that night. As Calvin sucked down the last of Nick’s climax, his own semen glazed over Nick’s bared legs. Ronon thrusted a last time into his lover, a final surge that caused them both to fall forward landing on top of the airman.
“Holy shit,” Nick uttered as Calvin rolled off him taking Ronon along.
All three men laid across the bed. Exhaustion was the only thing keeping them from moving.
“About time I got my way,” Calvin said simply.
Nick laughed. Ronon sat up looking to the scientist. “You almost killed us.”
Calvin shrugged. “I didn’t see an alternative. It was either this or watch you two throw down. Although, that would of been interesting. This was more fun I think.”
Ronon didn’t reply at first. “It was a better outcome,” He concurred.
“Here I thought I was only going to win the affections of a scientist.”
Ronon eyed the dark haired man. “He’s still mine, but I can go with this arrangement.”
Calvin snorted. “So I can only have sex with others if you’re there too?”
“That’s right.”
“No argument from me,” Nick assured.
Calvin groaned closing his eyes dramatically putting his hand across his forehead. “I guess it’s a start.” He pulled himself to a sitting position then planted his feet on the floor standing. “I think for our next three way effort should be under a hot flowing spray.” He held out his hand to Nick.
Nick raised an eyebrow and took it standing once more at the foot of the bed next to Calvin. “Coming?” He asked the Satedian.
“Not yet, but I’m sure we can work on that.” He replied quickly following behind them. “Your ass is still mine.”
Nick laughed and Calvin just smirked. It was going to be an interesting shower.
The end.
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