Gaining Forgiveness

by Kez

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ask/kez/gainforg.php
Summary: John and Carson work towards gaining Rodney's forgiveness after Carson bans him from having *any* coffee for a few days

Rodney sulked. Actually at first he yelled and then because Carson was a man to be reckoned with and in no way cared what new and interesting, occasionally disturbing, insults Rodney threw at him, he sulked.

He pouted, he held his breath until his eyes watered, he tried to mimic the puppy dog' look he'd seen Daniel Jackson perform on many occasions. Carson was unmoved.

"You're a heartless bastard," Rodney informed him eventually storming off.

"He took that well," John said with a smirk, stepping out of his hiding place behind the screen in Carson's office.

Carson nodded. "Aye, well he didn't hit me at least."

"Not yet. He'll be insufferable without coffee." John reminded Carson.

"I know. But it's necessary; it's only for a few days. His system is all messed up; if he doesn't give his body a real break soon..." Carson trailed off; already dreading the crash Rodney was headed towards.

"He'll be fine. He'll probably strop around the labs for a while before he goes looking for food and probably for me to tell me what an evil heartless bastard you are." John said, lightening the mood.

Carson grinned. "Well just remind him this heartless bastard has control of the lube and condoms around here."

"Now that's even lower than taking away his coffee" John smirked, sidling up behind Carson. "Besides... if he doesn't get any, neither do we."

Carson sighed as John's teeth nipped at his neck. "Well we don't need to remind him of that."

John bit down on Carson's ear lobe. "Sure we do. If we remind him how very caring those heartless hands of yours can be I bet he'd forget all about coffee."

The choked sound that came from Carson was vaguely affirmative and John chuckled. He loved this, how responsive Carson was. John considered himself one of the luckiest, in fact the single luckiest man in two galaxies He had not only Carson, who responded so well, who made the most delightful sounds... but Rodney who had a tongue that could do things that were probably illegal in two galaxies and who babbled so incoherently during sex. Oh yes, John was definitely a lucky guy.

"I'll find Rodney and bring him to my room at lunch. You find food." John instructed Carson, allowing himself one more teasing nibble of Carson's ear before he left his office, walking through the infirmary, completely at ease like he hadn't just been practically molesting the Chief Surgeon.

Carson appeared several minutes later still looking a little ruffled, which earned him amused glances whenever he wasn't looking, until lunch, when he left, claiming the rest of the afternoon off, except in an emergency.

John as always held up his end of the bargain, distracting Rodney from being mad at Carson long enough to get him to his quarters. Food helped settle the beast, who still glared as Carson poured him juice instead of coffee with lunch, but at least he was sitting and mostly calm. At least he was calm if you ignored the general twitchiness, which was so much a part of Rodney that very few people, not currently in the room, would even notice that it was *different* than his normal twitching.

"You know if food was the only bribe you were planning on offering for forgiveness of your treachery..." Rodney huffed eventually spearing the last of the... well actually Carson had no idea what it was, but it looked like the most edible thing on the menu that didn't contain citrus and popping it in his mouth.

"Oh I think we can do a little better." John said, a smirk twitching at his lips, his voice purposely husky. Rodney flushed red under his gaze, already his genius mind was imagining all the things John could mean with that sentence. Oh Rodney had always known John was the Pegasus Galaxies answer to porn on legs, the man had *no* shame and made Rodney's brain turn to utter mush, so it was nearly always pointless to try and guess what John might do next. Still Rodney was game to try almost anything. With John and Carson he knew he was safe.

"What do you think Carson, can we do better?" John asked, turning the smile and the deep husky voice lose on Carson. John Sheppard was the devil, this Carson and Rodney could always agree on, but if that were the case, they were sinners through and through and loving every second.

"Aye," Carson agreed aloud, his own voice deepening, his accent sometimes got so deep when he was like this, that neither John nor Rodney could understand it, but they'd long since decided they didn't really need words.

"Oh good," Rodney murmured squeakily. His eyes wide, pupils dilated and breathing already getting harsher. Soft puffs of air coming faster as John s hand teased his thigh and Carson leaned in closer, breathing in Rodney's smell. God, it was so weird that Rodney found that endearing. Even after a long, hellish day when even Rodney knew he smelt terrible, Carson would always to that, as if committing him to memory by smell alone.

"You know, Carson isn't depriving you off coffee to be mean. We both just want what's best for you," John murmured, his hand teasing along the inside seem of Rodney's trouser leg, so close to where he really wanted it but just not *there*.

"Yes, yes, I know," Rodney panted quietly. How they did this he would never understand, how the reduced his genius to this puddle of goo-like nerves, only aware of the driving need for *more* and quite willing to beg if necessary.

"Good." John murmured, still not getting with Rodney's program, but then Rodney couldn't make himself care when John was leaning across him and putting on the show of a lifetime, kissing Carson like he was a dying man searching for water. Rodney loved having both of them touch him, but the illicit pleasure of watching them touch each other always stole his breath.

"That is so hot." Rodney babbled, he always shared his thoughts during sex. Never was he quiet and surprisingly, considering the trouble they went to normally to shut him up, both John and Carson found it an incredible turn on to hear him gabble like this when they were together.

"You like that huh Rodney. Like watching me kiss Carson. Touch him." John s smirk was bright, but his eyes were dark with lust.

"Ye...yes..." Rodney agreed his voice unable to decide between low and husky and high pitched squeaking that always left him feeling embarrassed.

"Would you like to just watch Rodney? While I blow him until he can't remember his own name?" John said. He knew what he was doing, knew how it drove both men crazy to hear him be so blasé about sex. Two brilliant minds reduced to putty with a few well placed comments and some gentle touching. John could come from the thrill of that alone, but he had other plans.

John pushed Rodney until he was half lying on the sofa. "Sit back Rodney. Sit back and enjoy the show." He said breathily, pulling Carson the other way so Rodney had a clear view of them both.

Carson's eyes were black, only the thinnest circle of blue remained. He smiled at John lustfully as he allowed the Colonel to divest him of his clothes. John kissed him, deep, sensuous kisses that left them both breathless and Rodney panting all the harder, clearly desperate to touch himself but he never did.

Clearly John had plans to drive them both to the edge of sanity, but it was all good, because paying him back was always at least as fun, if not more.

Stripped down to nothing but his underwear, Carson watched with just as much interest as Rodney, while John removed his own clothes. Two set of dark eyes with blue tinting the rims, glued themselves to John as he swiveled his hips, shucking his trousers without any trouble. The man was a menace, a tease. They were both hopelessly lost.

Rodney found it hopelessly unfair that he was the only one still dressed, but undressing might mean moving his attention from what was going on in front of him and he had no intention of doing that. John had knelt down in front of Carson again, returning to the kissing, which had Rodney's heart rate soaring impossibly higher. He'd never known kissing could be so sensual, so hot, but watching John and Carson kiss was like fire though his veins, he couldn't tear his eyes away.

Carson made the most delightful sound in the back of his throat. Breathless and guttural, almost primal, as John moved and latched onto his neck, chewing softly at the skin there, enough to leave a mark. It was dangerous, which made it all the more captivating and makes Rodney let out a groan of his own.

John could do this forever, enjoy this, just taking his time exploring Carson's body. Oh he already knew every nook, but it felt new every time. Even though he knew, without a doubt that every time he nibbled along Carson s collar bone, he would make breathless, grunting sounds. Even though he knew, without a doubt that every time he flicked his tongue swiftly across Carson's nipples, he could buck upwards and make a low growling sound. Even though he knew, without a doubt that when he tugged gentle on the dark expanse of tufty hair, or sharply bit him in *just* the right place near the bottom of his rib cage, Carson would whimper and plead for more. It never got old.

"Jesus John look at him, give him what he needs." Rodney murmured a soft plea in his voice.

John smirked and followed Rodney's instruction, freeing Carson from his restrictive briefs, leaving him open, ready, ready for what he needed... and Rodney was paused practically between one breath and the next, watching them almost as desperate as Carson was for John to just do *something* and John wasn't going to disappoint.

He nipped and bit at the inside of Carson's thigh, laved the hip-bone with careful strokes of his tongue, dabbled tongue into the slightly soft flesh of Carson's belly button, loving how he squirmed and Rodney wheezed almost breathless beside them.

Finally, even John, who took great pride in his patience when it came to this particular activity, couldn't wait anymore; he had to have more, to hear Carson scream for him. But not yet... no, soon, very soon, but first John would get what he wanted, what he needed.

Slowly, drawing an almost agonizing gasp from Carson's lips, John lapped at the tip of Carson's erection. He took the time to savour the taste, the texture the way Carson's hip wriggled deliciously under his hands. He listened with glee to Carson's deep chesty groans which may have been words but he couldn’t make them out and to Rodney's babbling commentary which was mostly just an indistinguishable mix of "God that’s so hot" and similar sentiments.

John waited until he was sure Carson was right on the edge, doing nothing more than giving teasing licks, up and down, occasionally nipping or sucking softly on the head and nothing more and then he stopped. Just stopped, smirking down at Carson, who slowly opened his eyes giving join a look between confusion and contempt.

"Wha?" Rodney commented roughly.

"I want you naked Rodney," John ordered, his own breath coming in short gasps, keeping things like this, on this teasingly slow edge of madness was always mind-blowing, but it was so hard to keep himself in check. He was so hard he felt like he might spontaneously combust, but it wasn't over yet, he wasn't, so he staved of the inevitable, holding onto that last small shred of sanity.

Rodney looked at him incredulously, but did as he was told, jumping up and shucking his clothes so quickly he almost fell over himself. When he was naked, hard and desperate, John turned around, keeping one hand teasing Carson's thigh as he sucked Rodney into his mouth.

"Oh God... that's... oh." Rodney panted, babbling, pleading, for what not one of them could really be sure, but whatever it was, John had his own plans and was going to follow though.

"Inside me Rodney." He said, struggling for breath, struggling for control. He wanted *needed* Rodney inside him, just another minute and he could let go.

Rodney certainly didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed the lube and condom Carson had helpfully shoved at him, barely sparing a thought for where it came from, because he truly didn't care right then.

His hands shook forcing John to take back control, rolling the condom on and making sure he was thoroughly coated. "Now, just like this, I'm ready." John told him throatily. Rodney grunted, oh yes, this is what John wanted. Rodney was there, the point of no return, he'd give John everything he wanted, everything he needed and so much more.

John arched his back and cried out when Rodney took him in one thrust. He could see it in his minds eye, the picture they must make, Carson on the sofa, legs spread open, John between them as Rodney pounded in to him.

"Fuck... yesssss." John hissed, taking Carson into his mouth again, no teasing now, he wanted Carson to come for him, wanted him to come before John himself did, he wanted to taste Carson on his tongue when he came.

"Oh, oh God John, Carson, oh God so... oh." Rodney's litany was near constant. Hard thrusts punctuated by Rodney's babbling, pleading, begging and the sounds of Carson's groans, the occasional plea and sounds that might have been words but it was too difficult to tell at this point and none of them cared.

It was too much, too close, too needy, they were on train that was going of the rails and it was heaven, as close to flying as John ever felt on the ground, as close to pure *perfect* science as Rodney had ever known, as close to the feeling of *life* as Carson had ever understood it.

An inferno flooded their veins, sweat slicked and wild they kept moving together until the last second, the moment when it was just impossible to do anything more than feel. Feel the heat the passion the unabated *love* that pulsed uncontrollably within them.

Who let go first, it was always a guess, because they could never remember and it never really mattered, not after, not when they finally rose on shaky legs, barely able to make it to the bed before they collapsed together, still panting and their hearts still beating almost violently in their chests.

Rodney ended up in the middle, Carson wrapped around his back as John snuggled against his front, they slept.

The night managed to pass in such quiet fashion that none of them were disturbed, they all slept peacefully until the sun woke them the next morning. Rodney still glared when Carson refused to let him have coffee, but he didn't have any, not until Carson brought him some in bed three days later. None of them were on time for the briefing that morning.