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March 2nd, 2007

Fic: The Hunger of Lonely Men (NC-17) @ 12:12 am

Title: The Hunger of Lonely Men
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Sheppard, Beckett, Emmagan, Lorne, Dex, Kavanagh, Weir
Relationships: McKay/Sheppard, Lorne/Weir
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut
Spoilers: References to something (somewhat different in this AU) in Coup D'Etat
Summary: Part 22 of the Unified Theory series-- an AU where Everett was never drained by the Wraith and kept his position as military commander of Atlantis.
Disclaimer: Yes, I own them! Alas, though, not in this universe.

"Ow!" John yelped, pressing a hand to his head to check for blood and giving the jumper the death glare.

"Hey, John?"

"What, Rodney?" he growled.

"How's the work coming on the jumper?"

"It's coming."

"You've been working on this for a while now. What's the hold-up?" Rodney asked, folding his arms across his chest.

"I can't seem to lay my hands on the copy of the Chilton's manual for puddlejumpers, model year 10,000 BC give or take."

"Very funny. We need more jumpers."

"Do you want me to rush it or fix it?" John demanded irritably.

"Yes!" Rodney answered back. "Everett's getting annoyed that it isn't done yet and wants to know what the holdup is."

John rolled his eyes. "Let's see... Most recently, disassembling on Ancient jail cell, stowing it in a puddlejumper and then putting it back together on an alien planet."

"Yes, we've all been busy," Rodney said. "We just need that jumper."

John rubbed his head where he could feel a knot forming. "Yeah, okay. I'll try to hurry it."

Rodney stepped forward, curling a hand around to the nape of John's neck and pulling his head down. John closed his eyes as their lips met, moaning as Rodney's tongue slid into his mouth and then slowly, teasingly withdrew and thrust back in, fucking his mouth. He'd completely forgotten his frustration and the bump on his head by the time Rodney pulled back. "Thanks." Rodney grinned.

"Damn, Rodney, I hope you don't use that management technique with all your subordinates."

Rodney gave him a leer. "Just the really hot ones."


A shadow fell over the table and Carson looked up to see Teyla standing with her tray.

"May I join you or did you wish to be alone?"

"Oh! No, I'd love the company. Have a seat."

She set her tray down across from him and sat down, smiling as she opened a package and sniffed. "These 'Cheetos' are very unusual."

Carson chuckled. "It's pretty standard American snack food-- lots of salt and very little nutritional value."

She picked one up and bit into it, considering the flavour as she chewed. Carson thought she looked more like some epicurean food critic considering some elegant concoction than someone eating Cheetos. "They are... interesting."

"Ye should come let me fix you some real Scottish food, or as close as I can come to it, so you can see not all Earth food is so atrocious."

She smiled. "I should like that very much. It is, I believe you would say, 'a date'?"

Carson gaped. "Oh. Um. All right. Friday?"

"Hey, guys," John greeted, appearing suddenly in that annoying way he had of doing, and setting his tray down next to Teyla's. "What's up?"

"Carson and I have a date Friday. He is cooking me some food from his homeland."

"Really?" John said, freezing halfway to sitting for just a second in his shock. "Cool."

"Hey, docs, Teyla" Lorne greeted, coming up behind Carson. "How is everyone?"

"Fine," John answered, then grinned. "Carson and Teyla have a date Friday night."

"Oh? You know, Doctor Weir and I were talking the other day about how we ought to institute some sort of movie night or some improv theater or something every couple of weeks as a date night kind of thing."


"Mm. Yeah. It's where the actors don't have a script. They just do things as suggested by the audience or another actor. I did a bit in college."

"What are we talking about?" Rodney asked, as he gave John a quick kiss and then sat beside him.

"Date nights," John answered.

"Oh? What brought this up?"

"Carson and Teyla," Lorne answered.

Rodney beamed at Carson. "Good. You need to get out more."

Carson forced a smile back and wondered exactly how he'd gotten himself into this.


"Hey, I, uh, brought you something. To borrow," Liam said nervously.

"What is it?" Ronon asked, taking the proffered leather-bound volume. The cover was empty of any title, so he flipped it open where it revealed an ink sketch on one page and a hand-written poem on the other. "'The Shooting of Dan McGrew.'" Did you write this?"

"No. Well, I copied the poem, but I didn't compose it. It's a collection of sketches I've done for various poems-- mostly Robert Service, but there are a few others-- along with the poem that inspired them. I thought it might help you with your English reading lessons. Something a little different, you know?"

"Yeah." Ronon nodded, eyes slowly scanning the lines of text, occasionally flicking to the illustration. "It's good."

Kavanagh relaxed a bit. "I thought you might like it."


"So the idea is to get the enzyme in a roundabout fashion?" John said, nodding. "That might work."

"Doctor Lindsay has been working with the people of P3X-177 on improving their fishing and agricultural techniques, so we're hoping they'll be amenable to a little trade," Weir said, nodding to the anthropologist. "She'll be travelling with you today, since they're used to dealing with her. She and Teyla will be negotiating."

"While we stay out of trouble," Lorne said, grinning.

"Which brings me to another point." Weir looked a little uncomfortable. "Doctor Lindsay has concerns that they might be less than accepting of, er, alternative families."

"In other words, they're homophobic," Rodney said.

"They might be," Lindsay jumped in. "Many of the cultures of Pegasus are very focused on survival of the culture. Non-reproductive arrangements would be seen as unnatural."

"I'm not ordering," Weir said, "but I think you two might be better off if you avoided any public displays of affection on P3X-177."

"And other planets, by the sound of it," John said.

Weir shrugged. "Until you know the people better, yes, that might be wise, both for the sake of relations with Atlantis and for your own safety."

John felt a chill run up his spine at the thought of his marriage to Rodney putting them in danger. He'd heard of a few blanket parties in his time in the service, but it had never affected him personally. He looked across at Rodney and noted Rodney was absently rubbing his arm, looking grim. "Yeah. Thanks for the heads-up."


"Why do you need it?" Ronon asked.

"I'm wanting to do some comparative analysis between it and some of the Palani," Carson explained.

Ronon regarded him with a ferocious suspicion for just a moment, then shrugged. "Okay."

"Good. If you'll just hop up on the table, I'll get that blood sample and you can be on your way."


John wandered into the tiny closet that served as Rodney's office. Rodney was stowing stuff in his pack-- video camera, duct tape, two EpiPens, powerbars, extra ammo, life signs detector...

"I thought this was just a trade mission."

Rodney paused. "It is. But you never know."

John nodded. "Just checking to make sure there wasn't something you knew that I didn't."

"You ready?"

"Yeah. Just got to pull the gear on and I'm all set."

"What time is it?"

John looked at his watch. "Twenty till."

Rodney closed the pack up. "Good." The lock on the door engaged with a quiet click. "Come here."

John quirked an eyebrow and stepped around the desk as Rodney set his laptop aside and opened a drawer and swept various doodads into it and then pulled out some hand lotion. "Rodney?"

Rodney pulled John in for a kiss, then gave him a suggestive grin. "If I'm not allowed to touch you on P3X-177, I thought it might be a good idea to get it out of our system now."

"Here in your office?"

"Mmhm. Bent over my desk."

John's cock went hard in an instant at the words and the low tone of Rodney's voice. "Oh, God!"

Rodney's hand slipped down, tracing the outline of his erection through his pants. "Like that idea, do you?"

"Fuck, yes!"

"Good." Rodney's mouth took his again, hands quickly undoing John's fly and then pushing his pants and boxers down.

John moaned into Rodney's kiss, eyes closed, as Rodney's hands slid, warm and familiar, over his asscheeks. He could feel Rodney's cock pressed against him through clothing. A finger slid down his ass crack and to his hole, slowly teasing over it. The other hand left him for a moment and then he heard the snick of the lotion being opened and the raspberry sound of some being squirted out. Something cool and slick ran down between his cheeks, Rodney's finger guiding it down and smoothing it around his opening.

They broke for air and John leaned his head on Rodney's shoulder as Rodney's finger slowly breached him. "God, I love how your body just opens up for me," Rodney breathed into his ear. "It's just so unbelievably hot."

"Mmmmh," he sighed, widening his stance a little to give Rodney better access.

Rodney's finger worked into him, slowly thrusting, as Rodney's mouth slowly explored his shoulder, sucking and biting. The finger withdrew and Rodney swiped through the lotion again. Two fingers pushed into him this time, working deeper, scissoring him open. John's breath was coming in hard gasps. Rodney pulled away and John found himself whining in protest.

"Over the desk now," Rodney whispered, hands turning him.

John went, bracing himself against the cool surface, spreading his feet as wide as the clothes around his ankles would permit. He could hear Rodney unzipping his fly.

Rodney's hand gathered up the last of the lotion and there were wet sounds and then Rodney's cock was pressed against him. "God, you're so hot!"

"Yeah... Y-you, too," he whimpered as Rodney pushed into him, taking him in one smooth thrust. He gasped in surprise as he felt cloth and the teeth of Rodney's zipper against his ass. His cock gave a twitch at the realisation that Rodney was fucking him while basically fully clothed.

Rodney's hands gripped his hips. "Going to take you hard now. We don't have too much time."

"Yeah, yeah, take me. Ah, God!"

And Rodney did, hands holding him steady as he fucked into him hard and deep, each stroke angled so Rodney's cockhead slid against his prostate. John was desperate to wrap a hand around his own cock, but Rodney's strokes were too hard and all he could do was try to hold on to the desk, sweaty palms sliding along its slick surface.

"Fuck!" Rodney gasped and John felt Rodney throbbing inside him, filling him. Rodney held him, gasping and trembling until John felt Rodney's softened cock slip out, and then Rodney turned him around and dropped to his knees.

John was already close just from the fucking. The heat of Rodney's mouth and the delicious suction pulled him over the edge and he found himself spilling into his husband's mouth in only a couple of strokes. He leaned hard on Rodney's shoulders until he felt he could stand without his knees buckling and then straightened up.

He offered Rodney a hand up. "Thanks," Rodney said, kissing him, tasting musky from his come.

"We need to go."

"Yeah," Rodney said, regret in his voice. "Let's go."


"Halling! It's good to see you again," Carson greeted. "How's Jinto?"

"He is well, Doctor Beckett. How are you doing?"

Carson debated and decided for honesty. "As well as can be expected, I suppose."

Halling nodded. "If there is anything we can do, you know to ask us."

"I do and I appreciate it." Carson hauled out a case. "But for today, I'd like to see the Palani refugees, if I could."


"There's no citrus in here, is there?" Rodney asked suspiciously.

"It's beer," Lorne said, rolling his eyes. "Why would they put citrus in it?"

John took a swallow. "Tastes fine to me."

The bartender collected some mugs and headed into the back room. After dropping them into the sink, he surreptitiously looked around and then opened a drawer. Inside were several pictures with writing in several languages promising a significant reward. He paged through till his eyes fell on the two he'd been seeking-- the man they called "Major" and the one that the Major called "McKay" and the other man called "Rodney."

Quietly, he slipped the pictures back in the drawer, mulling his options.

Next part

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Date:March 2nd, 2007 06:08 am (UTC)
Wowie! Can't wait to read your take on Coup D'Etat! Loved what you have so far! Poor John and Rodney not being able to show any PDA while offworld until they know the people more. Wonder what situations that'll bring.
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Date:March 3rd, 2007 04:24 am (UTC)
Thanks! Yeah, Coup D'Etat is going to be fun... ;)
Date:March 2nd, 2007 10:30 am (UTC)
I hope Teyla and Carson's date goes okay and isn't marred by their friends' thinking it's more than it is, or Carson perhaps reading more into Teyla's words than she meant, not being as familiar with the connotations of the word 'date' (though if it turns out to be more than Carson intended, yay).

Poor John and Rodney, having to keep from being affectionate offworld...still, I'd say they made up for it in Rodney's office! Very hot.

What an ominous ending. How will things be different in this AU, what difference will it make that John doesn't have a wanted photo in this version? I'm looking forward to finding out.

Date:March 2nd, 2007 10:31 am (UTC)
Oh, meant to also say that I liked the Ronon/Kavanagh scene. A very thoughtful gift from Liam, which I hope Ronon is suitably appreciative of :).

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Date:March 3rd, 2007 04:25 am (UTC)
Thanks! Yeah, I have such fun writing desk sex... ;)
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Date:March 2nd, 2007 02:49 pm (UTC)
I hadn't been following this series, just found it today. I am loving it and can't wait to see what happens next! Your writing is tight and the characterizations are perfect. And the sex is hot. *ahem* Please don't make us wait too long for the next chapter!
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Date:March 3rd, 2007 04:28 am (UTC)
Thanks! Always cool to find new vict, er, readers. I kinda bounce between this series and a couple others-- "Sympathy for Eve" and "Geometry of Desire"-- and a WIP that I'm not posting till it's done. But I'm trying to get a chapter out every few days now that my computer's back.
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Date:March 2nd, 2007 03:08 pm (UTC)
*issues squishiness* May I worship at your feet - I read the entire series today, had to not sniffle loudly... I simply adore what you have done.

Poor Carson... but YAY with Tayla.

I seriously can't wait for more. Will begging help?
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Date:March 3rd, 2007 04:30 am (UTC)
Hee! Thanks! *Looks at feet.* They're kinda not all that appealing, actually... ;)

Begging will help only if you can convince Real Life to ignore me for a while.
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Date:March 2nd, 2007 03:22 pm (UTC)
Yay! Great chapter. Lovely use of a desk. *g*
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Date:March 3rd, 2007 04:31 am (UTC)
Hee. Yes, desk porn is so much fun to write... ;)


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