Pawn Takes The King

by Cynical_Coat

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asc/ccoat/pawntake.php
Summary: An interesting game of chess takes an even more interesting turn

"Checkmate." Carson said with a smirk. "Again."

Rodney peered at the board, searching for the move that they both knew wasn't there.

"Damn... We have got to play a different game next time... Like Skip- Bo."

Carson frowned.

"That's just wrong..." He shook his head. "And stop changin' the subject. Take 'em off."

Rodney stood slowly, deliberately making Carson wait.

-hell, he's come one step closer to another crushing victory... the least he can do is let me torment him...-

Just as slowly, he undid his zipper, loving the effect that his little show was having on his friend turned lover.

Alright, let's be honest... it wasn't that little.

He let his pants slide to the floor, stepping out of them carefully, recalling the time that he had almost fallen with painful clarity. He stood there in his boxers for a moment, letting Carson enjoy the view, and then retook his seat, setting up his pieces again, steeling himself for another slow defeat before he finally got what he wanted.

It really was a shame that his over-bearing personality wouldn't allow him to simply throw the game.

He was just good enough to make it take a while for him to lose... he had only won a handful of times, and that, he suspected, had been due to Carson feeling bad for him and not taking all the moves that he could have.

For a while, the only sound was the soft scarpe and clack of pieces against the board, and then--

"Check."

Rodney narrowed his eyes, staring at the board in real confusion. He'd been lost in thought, playing mechanically, and as always, he'd let Carson get the upper hand. Brow furrowed, he took the offending pawn with his king, only to have Carson make a quick move, and--

"Checkmate." He said triumphantly. Carson was always triumphant when it came to chess. It was one of the few arenas where he truely dominated over Rodney. "Off with it, Rodney... you know the drill."

As always at this point, Rodney felt conflicting emotions.

Anger and annoyance at having lost again.

Joy and anticipation at what was to come.

Standing with the smirk/grimace that Carson knew well, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, Carson's eyes lazy and bright. He had just started to pull them off when the door slid open. Rodney froze, his eye's locked on Sheppard's as he stepped inside, letting the door close behind him. He could feel a blush start at the tips of his ears and spread rapidly over his face and down his chest as the Major's eyes swept up and down him before John shifted his attention to Carson.

"Interesting game, Dr. Beckett."

"Aye, Major... that it is." Carson said easily before looking at Rodney again. "I don't remember telling you to stop."

Rodney's eyes widened, but before he could protest, Carson was smiling.

"You know the rules, Rodney."

Gritting his teeth, Rodne pulled them off in one relativle fluid motion, trying to ignore John's scrutiny. Carson gave him an appraising, appreciative smile. It took some of the sting out of this humiliation.

Some... but not all by a long shot.

"Sit down, McKay." Sheppard said, coming forward to look at the board. Rodney bristled, but Carson simply nodded and he sank onto the edge of the bed while John took his seat.

"What are the stakes?" Carson asked, just as if this wasn't lightyears beyond ordinary.

"Double or nothing."

Rodney decided that he didn't like the sound of that.

Carson, on the other hand, seemed to think it fair.

"Would you mind clarifying that, Major?"

John shrugged.

"You win, you get me along with Rodney. I win, I get you... along with Rodney."

Oh, yeah... Rodney didn't like this one bit.

Carson was one thing... but Sheppard?

That might just be pushing the laws of physics a hair too far, resulting in some universe shattering paradox.

"That sounds a fair deal, Major. Our normal rules, or sudden death?"

Rodney was thinking that sudden death sounded about right.

His own, preferably.

"Normal rules. Why rush?" Sheppard drawled, his eyes flicking to Rodney and away again almost imperceptibly.

-oh, right... easy for you to say... you aren't the one sitting here naked.- Rodney thought spitefully as they began resetting the pieces. -let's see how you like it when Carson has you stripped to the skivvies...-

The idea wasn't as repugnant as he had thought it would be.

But that wasn't important... because that isn't what happened.

Not at all.

Because Sheppard was good at chess.

More than good...

Sheppard was a prodigy.

Well... he was at least holding his own.

And Rodney had to admit that there was something subtly... interesting in watching them take turns taking it off. By the time they were both down to boxers, Rodney was more than simply interested...

He was down-right enthralled, entranced, and engorged.

In the brief pause before the final game, Sheppard grinned, seemingly at ease, but Carson actually looked faintly worried.

"Whoever wins this game... wins it all."

"I'm well aware of the standings, Major..."

Sheppard leered, actually leered, and began resetting the pieces in a manner that was bordering on obscene, running his lithe fingers over the tops of the bishops in a way that gave a man ideas about where those hands had been, and where they soon would be. Rodney shivered, trying desperately not to think those thoughts, and not to think about how thinking those thoughts made his dick throb even harder.

"I was just making sure McKay knew, Doctor... he seems a bit preoccupied."

Carson's quick glance and knowing grin hardly helped matters... it really wasn't fair. After nearly an hour of chess/foreplay, Rodney had been more than ready to get on with Carson's personal brand of celebration... and then Sheppard had to show up and drag it on for another hour... If he didn't know better--

If he didn't know better, he'd think they'd set this up in advance.

But, no... Carson didn't have a cunning bone in his body...

Did he?

Mulling this over, Rodney watched the final game without much interest. Whatever the outcome, he was still going to end up in his first ever sober threesome... Well, the good news was his cock would stop hollering at him. The bad?

The decisive clack of wood on wood brought him out of his sulk, and he stared at the board in shock.

"Checkmate."

fin