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Fic: Afterward (NC-17)

Title: Afterward
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: Carson, Elizabeth, John, Kavanaugh, Radek, Rodney
Relationships: McKay/Beckett, Zelenka/Weir, Sheppard/Kavanaugh
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, plus, of course, that last pairing if you're squicky.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Mostly a PWP following three of the couples after Rodney and Carson's surprise wedding.
Author's Note: This is a follow-up to Two for the Price of One, though probably readable as a stand-alone.
Disclaimer: The characters, the setting, etc. are NOT mine, even if I wish they were.

They arrived home at their new apartment. Carson quickly stowed the torte in the mini-fridge that Rodney had acquired somewhere. Rodney sat down on the edge of the bed and kicked his shoes off, then laid back, watching Carson with a tiny smile quirking the corners of his lips.

Carson smiled back at him. "Well, we did it."

"Yeah. We did."

Carson joined his new husband on the bed, removing his shoes and blazer. "My mum's going to be disappointed that we didn't do a grand wedding with the whole family there and in our best fancy clothes... or maybe kilts."

Rodney sat up, sliding his arms around Carson and pulling him back against him, back to chest. "You own a kilt?" he asked.

"It's at mum's house, I'm afraid. I wasn't sure it'd be practical on Atlantis."

Rodney slipped his hand over Carson's, their matching rings glowing in the semi-darkness. "Well, I could come up with all sorts of uses for a kilt... especially if you wear under it what you're supposed to wear under it."

Carson chuckled. "Oh, really, Rodney?"

"Oh, yes. Just imagine how quickly I could get you in my mouth..."

Carson shivered at the thought. "I'll have to ask mum to send it with the next package from home."

"Though I will say," Rodney added, hands sliding over soft, well-worn denim, "that I like you in blue jeans, too." His mouth found Carson's pulse point and began a slow tease of kissing, licking, sucking, and nibbles. They'd been very careful, in the two years they'd been seeing each other, to leave no visible marks to give them away. Now, Rodney lost himself in marking his husband, claiming him.

Carson relaxed against him, tilting his head to give Rodney a better angle. "Dear God, I've wanted to let you do that for so long!"

"Really?" Rodney asked.

"Oh, yes."

Rodney pulled off, inspecting his handiwork and nodding in approval. "Well, there's no questioning what that is."

Carson turned around then, slipping arms and legs around Rodney and kissing him deeply. Rodney's hands slipped down his back and then pulled at the hem of his turtleneck, slipping underneath. They'd been together for two years, but the touch of Rodney's hands on his bare skin still made his heart pound. His husband's tongue began a slow rhythm of thrusts into his mouth. Carson moaned, fingers curling into the roughness of Rodney's sweater. As Rodney plundered his mouth, one hand slipped down and into the back pocket of Carson's jeans, pressing into his ass cheek, pulling him forward.

Rodney broke the kiss, eyes dark with desire. "I want to feel more of you," he said, pulling Carson's shirt off, then doing the same with his own.

They pressed together again, lips and chests, and Carson gloried in the friction of Rodney's chest hairs against his own nearly-smooth torso. Rodney turned them then and lowered Carson to the bed, covering him, not breaking the kiss. He could feel the hardness of his husband's erection against his own through the layers of their clothes. He thrust his hips up against Rodney's, grinding their cocks together. Rodney groaned into his mouth, the sound vibrating in his chest.

They moved against each other slowly, kissing, hands exploring, enjoying the pleasure of friction, until they could stand it no more. At almost the same moment, both their hands reached for Carson's fly. There was laughter in Rodney's eyes as he smiled down at his husband. "Let me."

Carson lay back, letting one hand rest beside him on the bed while he traced his own nipple slowly, teasingly with the other. Rodney's eyes glinted with hunger at the sight. Rather than opening Carson's jeans, he sat up, eyes focused on Carson's circling fingers, while he quickly pulled open his jeans, pushed both them and his boxers down to his knees, and then slipped his legs out one at a time, pushing socks off as well. Then, eyes still on his husband, he reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock, giving it a couple of slow strokes, then gathered the glistening droplet of pre-cum on a finger and lifted it to his mouth, licking it off.

Carson gasped and shuddered. Rodney knew so well how to turn him on.

Giving him a knowing smile, Rodney then deftly opened Carson's jeans, slipped off the bed, and divested his husband of his remaining clothes. They stood for a moment, just admiring the other in the dim light. Carson was the first to break, pulling open the drawer of the bedside table and pulling out the tube within. "Please, love," he said. "I need you."

Rodney climbed back into the bed, between his legs, and took the tube from him. He flipped it open and then, with a wicked grin, squirted some out on Carson's stomach, Carson gasping at the chill of it.

"Rod--" he started to complain, then fell silent with a gasp as his husband's hot mouth took his full length in one quick slide. "Oh, God, yes..."

Rodney dipped a single finger into the pool of lube on Carson's stomach, teasingly tracing patterns on skin, even while his tongue was lapping at Carson's slit. Then he coated his fingers and slipped the glistening hand down between Carson's legs. He pulled his husband's ass cheeks apart with one hand and then slowly traced Carson's puckered opening with the index finger of the other all the while maintaining a languid rhythm of sucking on Carson's cock. Carson closed his eyes then, surrendering his body and his pleasure to Rodney, fingers tangling in his hair.

One finger slowly pushed into him, pausing briefly to let him adjust, and then sheathing itself completely inside him. After a moment, it joined the deliberate rhythm of the mouth on his cock. Both paused as a second finger joined the first, stretching him, and then picking up the pace of sucking and sliding. It wasn't until the third finger was pleasantly opening him wide that Rodney twisted his hand, curling the fingers to stroke against Carson's prostate. Carson's own fingers curled, pulling Rodney's hair. Rodney's mouth and fingers shifted to a faster tempo, pushing him quickly toward climax.

Just as he reached the edge, the heat building in his balls almost intolerable, Rodney pulled off and slipped his fingers out. Carson growled in frustration. "What-- what do ye think yer doin', man?"

"I want to be inside you when you come." Rodney's hand scooped up the remaining lube on his stomach and quickly slicked his cock up.

"Hurry," Carson begged.

Rodney nodded, quickly positioning Carson's legs over his shoulders, and placed his cock against Carson's opening. He leaned forward, forcing Carson's legs back almost to his chest and thrust in, filling him completely in one fluid motion. "Yesss," he hissed, stilling to enjoy the sensation.

"Oh, God. Move. Please. Rodney, please..."

Moaning, Rodney did, pulling out and then quickly thrusting in again, his rhythm already ragged with need. It only took a couple of thrusts before Carson was pushed over the edge, white heat pulsing out of him, coating his overheated skin with sweat and semen and Rodney was almost sobbing his name as he slammed into him again and again and oh, God, he was being filled, pulse after pulse of Rodney's heat sending shockwaves of pleasure through him.

And then it was over and he felt strangely bereft, as if he had touched something incomprehensibly immense and powerful and just a little dangerous for just a moment and now it was gone.

He slid his legs off Rodney's shoulders, gasping at protesting muscles, trembling from exertion. Rodney carefully shifted, so they could lie against each other but still catch their breath. They were silent for a moment, heartbeats too loud in their ears, just concentrating on breathing.

"That was..." Rodney said.

Carson nodded. "Aye. It was."

Rodney's fingers traced lazy patterns through the semen on Carson's chest. "I wish..." His eyes met Carson's with a strange shyness. "I wish we could stay there longer... in that moment."

"I know what you mean. But it's so intense. I don't think a body could live."

Rodney nodded and was silent, staring unseeing at his fingers. "It's like... touching the face of God."

"I thought ye didn't believe in God," Carson teased.

Rodney smiled and kissed him. "At that moment? Everyone believes in God."


"You okay?" John asked, concern filling his hazel-green eyes.

Kavanaugh nodded. "Yeah. I just... I knew it would be uncomfortable and I was ready for that. But..."

John seemed to understand. "It's really intense-- the emotions."

"Yeah." He smiled slightly. "I see now why you like it."

"So... not averse to trying it again sometime?"

Kavanaugh laughed. "No. Sometime... sometime soon, I hope."

John smiled and wrapped a long lock of hair through his fingers. "Thank you," he said, "for trusting me."

It had been a long time since he had trusted anyone, really. It felt really good. Freeing. Like he was flying, and John was the pilot, guiding his flight. "You're welcome."


Elizabeth awoke to the sensation of someone disentangling himself from her and slipping out of the bed. "Mm?" she said, not opening her eyes.

"I'll be right back," he assured her, pressing lips to her head briefly.

She lay, listening to him padding toward the bathroom... slight clank as the toilet seat hit the back of the toilet... liquid streaming into the bowl... toilet seat back down (she had to smile at that)... sink on...

She raised her head and glanced at the trash can, verifying her memory of the previous night. Two condoms. It had been a while since she'd felt that... well, frisky. Thinking of it, thinking of him, made her feel desire shooting through her all over again.

Sink off... the sound of... was that gargling?... footsteps padding back toward the bed.

She smiled at him. He was smiling back, but she wasn't sure if it was a response to her or just morning-after happiness. His glasses lay on the bedside table. She doubted he could make out her facial expressions from that far away.

He seemed entirely comfortable in his nudity. She watched him walking back to the bed, enjoying the sight of his slender form, the abundance of chest hair, even the little paunch of his stomach, the satisfied smile which reached all the way to his eyes. She lifted the covers and he slid back in, arms wrapping around her. He kissed the tip of her nose affectionately, breath smelling of mint. "Good morning, milacku."

"Good morning, lover," she answered.

He pulled her closer, hands ghosting down her back, raising goosebumps. His lips pressed against hers, teasing her mouth open, tongue gliding along her lower lip and then inside. He didn't seem to object to her morning breath and taste. She felt him harden against her hip. Apparently she wasn't the only one feeling frisky this morning.

She slipped a hand between them, running fingers through the thick curly hairs on his chest. He hummed appreciatively into her mouth, one hand rubbing along her ass as the other tangled into her hair. He tensed slightly, breaking the kiss, and then rolled onto his back, pulling her on top. "Your turn," he said, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

Looking down at him, his hair fanning out around his head in a somehow endearing wild mess, she couldn't help but remember his smiling down at her, blue eyes wide with desire, as he slid into her in exquisite slowness, savouring the sensation before they gave in to need and desire, bodies thrusting hard and fast in their joining until he had thrown his head back and she felt him pulsing within her. She had been so close that it had taken only a few strokes of his fingers after he had pulled out to bring her to her own trembling climax, calling out his name.

Their lovemaking later that night had been more languourous, his body spooned behind her, both their fingers brushing against her pleasure center, sliding down to touch their joining, as if to confirm that this was real.

And now he was smiling under her, his hands sliding up her belly to her breasts. She gasped as a finger ghosted over a nipple.

"You are... so beautiful," he said.

She laughed. "You can say that with my hair a wreck and no make-up, first thing in the morning?"

His eyes met hers. "I can say that because it is first thing in morning and I'm here with you."

Overcome, she leaned down and kissed him. His hands explored her more desperately as the kiss intensified, work-calloused hands cupping her breasts, caressing her back, rubbing her ass, sliding down arms, gently touching her face, fingers tangling in her hair.

She could feel his hardness against her and found herself pressing down on it, wanting to feel him, hot against her. And suddenly, naked flesh was sliding into her. She cried out, nearly climaxing just from the touch of that bare heat.

"Elizabeth," he panted. "We can't..."

She closed her eyes, shuddering. Knowing she should pull off him, grab a condom and roll it on before taking him, but she knelt over him, frozen, wanting this, wanting him.

"Elizabeth," he whispered again.

"Oh, God, Radek... You feel so good..."

His hands slipped down, gripping her hips, encouraging her to pull up and off. Reluctantly, she followed, moaning at the slide of his flesh within her, so much hotter and more enticing uncovered. His hands clenched, stilling her with just the head within her, his eyes closed, his face suddenly sheened in sweat, trembling with suppressed desire. His lips moved silently for a moment. "Please..." he said, voice a whisper, and she didn't know what he was asking. She doubted he did either.

Time stretched, thinned, sang with the tension of the moment.

Then she was moving down on him, taking him deep, and he was thrusting up into her.

"Oh, Boze... Milacku... Oh... Miluji te..." he sobbed.

She was babbling, too, not even conscious of what she was saying or what language it was in.

The pleasure was building so quickly, their bodies surging together. And then she felt him erupt within her, throbbing warmth filling her and her body answered in kind, heat and pleasure wiping all else from her mind and senses.

When she returned to herself, she was still laying atop him, feeling his heart pounding through their contact. She slid to the side and curled against him. His arm curved around her.

"Sorry," he said.

"No. My fault. I shouldn't have..." She swallowed. "Are we okay?"

"I don't know," he answered. "Are we? Are you?" His eyes searched her face and she knew he was looking for signs of anger or fear.

"Well," she answered, "Carson screens everyone often, and somehow I get the feeling neither of us have been with anyone in a while."

"You would be right," he answered.

"And I've got an IUD, so..."

He nodded. "We should be fine." He relaxed against her. They were still for a moment, then he said, "But, we shouldn't get into habit."

She smiled and kissed him. "I like that."

He raised his eyebrows. "You like that we shouldn't get into habit?"

"No," she answered. "I like that I can worry about getting into habits with you."

He smiled. "Yes. Habits would be... very nice."

He pulled her closer and she closed her eyes, just enjoying the warmth of his naked body against her.

Yes. Habits would be very nice, indeed.

Tags: beckett/mckay, fiction, het, kavanagh/sheppard, nc-17, slash, smut, weir/zelenka

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