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Stargate: SG-1 › Stargate Atlantis
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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4,414
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5
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Liquor
Title: Liquor
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Author: llewellynprince
Series: Kink
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: McKay/Sheppard, Bates/Ford, Ronon Dex/Peter Grodin, Stackhouse/Markham, Radek Zelenka/Lorne
Category: romance, humor
Warnings: sex, lots and lots of sex
Summary:
Notes: beta’d by Linda
jo zed pee em was nice enough to add a little Bates/Beckett to her plot and she put up with all my suggestions so I’m dedicating The Kink Series to her!
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Lesson Four: Sex, Sex, and Masturbation
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It’s all sex, seriously! There’s nothing in this chapter but sex…of a kind…
jo zed pee em said it was never too soon for sex sooooo….
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Lt. Col. John Sheppard’s Private Office
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John frowned as the door to his office slid shut behind him. There was a gun and holster lying on his desk. He looked around, nothing else had been disturbed and he slowly made his way over to the desk and sat down, picking up the gun. He studied it, he didn’t recognize whose it was, but realized it was standard issue for the civilians on Atlantis that went off world. Why the hell would someone leave it in his office?
He sighed and made a mental note to take it to Bates later, he would know who it belonged to, the man was scarily efficient with things like that. He opened his bottom drawer, pulling out a bottle of beer. He’d stashed a case there as soon as he got the office and only drank when he seriously needed it, and now, especially today after the meeting with Rodney, he really needed it. Something was wrong with Rodney and it was bugging him and he was really tense. If he didn’t relax, he was going to turn into Rodney. He drained half the beer and studied the gun. It looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t remember from where. He tossed it back on the desk and leaned back in his uncomfortable chair.
How the hell science department managed to get such comfortable chairs, while the military got stuck with the most uncomfortable things imaginable was beyond him. Wasn’t the military supposed to love its soldiers, not the scientists that drove their soldiers crazy? Especially Rodney.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if he knew he had a chance at getting Rodney, but he didn’t. It was that whole unrequited love thing, the heart longs for what it can’t have. John sighed and took another swig of the beer, propping his feet up on the desk and letting his thoughts drift to his favorite scientist.
They went back to the day before; during their training session John had experienced a moment where he’d been so close to just throwing down his sticks and demanding that Rodney fuck him. He would have said it too if Lorne hadn’t walked in a minute later.
He sighed, feeling his erection stirring. It did that a lot lately. Mmmmm, Rodney…..God he loved that body, scientist or not, every pale, ‘not exactly in shape’ inch. From his nipples that peaked whenever it was cold out, to his ass that his pants stretched over every time he bent over.
Damn, he loved that ass. It was probably paler then his, because Rodney was, well, he was a scientist. But he’d bet it was firm enough to bounce a quarter off of, not that he had the guts to actually try it and see. And it’d be smooth right down to his thighs and up to his lower back. And warm, it’d be warm; fuck he’d be warm when Rodney fucked him. That gorgeous, wonderful cock shoved up his ass, against his prostate, then pulling out and doing it again and again, and again.
John let out a strangled moan and slid his hand inside his boxers stroking hard and fast and coming the same way with a strangled scream.
He fell back in his chair gasping for breath. God! If Rodney could do that to him when he was thinking about him, he could only imagine what he could do in real life!
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Lt. Aiden Ford’s Private Quarters
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Ford gasped and arched up off the bed.
God!
He let out a strangled moan and the grip around his cock tightened. Heat engulfed him, narrowing his world to his cock and the feeling, pushing everything else away. He whimpered at the hard stroke, his other hand tangling in the sheets, his head thrown back.
God, he could see Bates above him, sweat beading on his forehead, his arms braced on either side of his head, muscles tense and shivering. His cock pressed deep inside him…Ford came with a cry of surprise and one final stroke and fell back onto his bed exhausted and slightly sad.
Damn, at least the others had a chance. He squeezed his eyes shut against tears, and as soon as he let his thoughts drift back to Bates, he was painfully hard again.
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Sgt. Jamie Markham’s Private Quarters
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Jamie’s knees buckled and he reached blindly for the wall to steady himself, focusing on the two fingers pressed inside him.
He fell back against the wall and conjured up images of Adam from the incident when he’d taken an arrow, yes an arrow, (because through the gate there were still people who thought they were the most advanced thing in the world) right to his upper thigh and Stackhouse had been trying to stop the bleeding. Christ, his hand had been so close to his dick and it had taken everything for him not to get a woody right then and there.
He bit his lip. McKay had never said specifically if the walls were sound proof and he wasn’t taking the chance.
He pressed the fingers further in, seeking out and locating his prostate, pressing against it, rubbing and sending himself over the edge in a blinding rush of pleasure.
He gasped for breath and slid down the wall, reaching blindly for a something to clean himself off with and his fingers collided with his water bottle. He grabbed it and chugged the rest of the clear liquid, noting off hand that it tasted slightly funny.
He let his head fall back against the wall with a thud and threw his arm over his eyes. This was the third time today that he’d jerked off since he’d finished training with Ford. Even the slightest thought of Adam had him rock hard in seconds.
Death by jerking off. He laughed humorlessly.
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Locker Room Shower (Major Lorne)
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Lorne bit his lip and gave himself a firm stroke upward, turning his face into the shower spray.
Damn it all to hell if his locker hadn’t smelt like Zelenka when he’d opened it after his work out and then that whole fainting thing in the lab! Damn he had the headache of the century and the hard on of the millennium.
His mouth fell open, letting water rivets run down his face. He pumped, shortening his strokes and tightening his fist, imaging Zelenka down on his knees in front of him.
His glasses gone, his cheeks flushed, gasping around Lorne’s swollen cock, sucking and making those damn slurpy noises that he made when he sucked on a Popsicle, his hands gripping Lorne’s thighs, his eyes wide with desire and amazement, and his own cock hard and straining.
Lorne smothered his cry against his arm as he came long and hard. God, jerking off had never been that…powerful before. He fell back against the shower wall and slicked his hands through his hair, letting the warm water wash away the evidence.
Jesus, what was he going to do now? Zelenka’s scent alone was enough to send him into a frenzy.
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Ronon Dex’s Private Quarters
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Ronon sat crossed leg on the edge of his bed, stroking his cock with the same determined concentration whilst staring at his reflection.
That dark skinned scientist, Peter, had been in his room. Doing what he had no idea, but that didn’t stop him from imagining. Especially when he picked up the scent up on his bed.
He stroked himself to full hardness and felt his breath quicken. This Peter caused a reaction in his body he had not felt in sometime and it wasn’t that unwelcome.
If anything it was a welcome change, an all-new type of adrenalin and rush that was new and exciting. He stroked harder, imaging Peter sitting in the same spot, doing the same thing, his cock dark like Ronon’s, hard and leaking and Ronon growled, rubbing his thumb over the head and coming with the force of the Wraith.
He stood, ignoring the dripping and headed for the bathroom, he was going to have to talk to Peter and soon. He lit the incense before stepping under the hot spray.
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Author: llewellynprince
Series: Kink
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: McKay/Sheppard, Bates/Ford, Ronon Dex/Peter Grodin, Stackhouse/Markham, Radek Zelenka/Lorne
Category: romance, humor
Warnings: sex, lots and lots of sex
Summary:
Notes: beta’d by Linda
jo zed pee em was nice enough to add a little Bates/Beckett to her plot and she put up with all my suggestions so I’m dedicating The Kink Series to her!
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Lesson Four: Sex, Sex, and Masturbation
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It’s all sex, seriously! There’s nothing in this chapter but sex…of a kind…
jo zed pee em said it was never too soon for sex sooooo….
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Lt. Col. John Sheppard’s Private Office
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John frowned as the door to his office slid shut behind him. There was a gun and holster lying on his desk. He looked around, nothing else had been disturbed and he slowly made his way over to the desk and sat down, picking up the gun. He studied it, he didn’t recognize whose it was, but realized it was standard issue for the civilians on Atlantis that went off world. Why the hell would someone leave it in his office?
He sighed and made a mental note to take it to Bates later, he would know who it belonged to, the man was scarily efficient with things like that. He opened his bottom drawer, pulling out a bottle of beer. He’d stashed a case there as soon as he got the office and only drank when he seriously needed it, and now, especially today after the meeting with Rodney, he really needed it. Something was wrong with Rodney and it was bugging him and he was really tense. If he didn’t relax, he was going to turn into Rodney. He drained half the beer and studied the gun. It looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t remember from where. He tossed it back on the desk and leaned back in his uncomfortable chair.
How the hell science department managed to get such comfortable chairs, while the military got stuck with the most uncomfortable things imaginable was beyond him. Wasn’t the military supposed to love its soldiers, not the scientists that drove their soldiers crazy? Especially Rodney.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if he knew he had a chance at getting Rodney, but he didn’t. It was that whole unrequited love thing, the heart longs for what it can’t have. John sighed and took another swig of the beer, propping his feet up on the desk and letting his thoughts drift to his favorite scientist.
They went back to the day before; during their training session John had experienced a moment where he’d been so close to just throwing down his sticks and demanding that Rodney fuck him. He would have said it too if Lorne hadn’t walked in a minute later.
He sighed, feeling his erection stirring. It did that a lot lately. Mmmmm, Rodney…..God he loved that body, scientist or not, every pale, ‘not exactly in shape’ inch. From his nipples that peaked whenever it was cold out, to his ass that his pants stretched over every time he bent over.
Damn, he loved that ass. It was probably paler then his, because Rodney was, well, he was a scientist. But he’d bet it was firm enough to bounce a quarter off of, not that he had the guts to actually try it and see. And it’d be smooth right down to his thighs and up to his lower back. And warm, it’d be warm; fuck he’d be warm when Rodney fucked him. That gorgeous, wonderful cock shoved up his ass, against his prostate, then pulling out and doing it again and again, and again.
John let out a strangled moan and slid his hand inside his boxers stroking hard and fast and coming the same way with a strangled scream.
He fell back in his chair gasping for breath. God! If Rodney could do that to him when he was thinking about him, he could only imagine what he could do in real life!
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Lt. Aiden Ford’s Private Quarters
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Ford gasped and arched up off the bed.
God!
He let out a strangled moan and the grip around his cock tightened. Heat engulfed him, narrowing his world to his cock and the feeling, pushing everything else away. He whimpered at the hard stroke, his other hand tangling in the sheets, his head thrown back.
God, he could see Bates above him, sweat beading on his forehead, his arms braced on either side of his head, muscles tense and shivering. His cock pressed deep inside him…Ford came with a cry of surprise and one final stroke and fell back onto his bed exhausted and slightly sad.
Damn, at least the others had a chance. He squeezed his eyes shut against tears, and as soon as he let his thoughts drift back to Bates, he was painfully hard again.
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Sgt. Jamie Markham’s Private Quarters
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Jamie’s knees buckled and he reached blindly for the wall to steady himself, focusing on the two fingers pressed inside him.
He fell back against the wall and conjured up images of Adam from the incident when he’d taken an arrow, yes an arrow, (because through the gate there were still people who thought they were the most advanced thing in the world) right to his upper thigh and Stackhouse had been trying to stop the bleeding. Christ, his hand had been so close to his dick and it had taken everything for him not to get a woody right then and there.
He bit his lip. McKay had never said specifically if the walls were sound proof and he wasn’t taking the chance.
He pressed the fingers further in, seeking out and locating his prostate, pressing against it, rubbing and sending himself over the edge in a blinding rush of pleasure.
He gasped for breath and slid down the wall, reaching blindly for a something to clean himself off with and his fingers collided with his water bottle. He grabbed it and chugged the rest of the clear liquid, noting off hand that it tasted slightly funny.
He let his head fall back against the wall with a thud and threw his arm over his eyes. This was the third time today that he’d jerked off since he’d finished training with Ford. Even the slightest thought of Adam had him rock hard in seconds.
Death by jerking off. He laughed humorlessly.
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Locker Room Shower (Major Lorne)
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Lorne bit his lip and gave himself a firm stroke upward, turning his face into the shower spray.
Damn it all to hell if his locker hadn’t smelt like Zelenka when he’d opened it after his work out and then that whole fainting thing in the lab! Damn he had the headache of the century and the hard on of the millennium.
His mouth fell open, letting water rivets run down his face. He pumped, shortening his strokes and tightening his fist, imaging Zelenka down on his knees in front of him.
His glasses gone, his cheeks flushed, gasping around Lorne’s swollen cock, sucking and making those damn slurpy noises that he made when he sucked on a Popsicle, his hands gripping Lorne’s thighs, his eyes wide with desire and amazement, and his own cock hard and straining.
Lorne smothered his cry against his arm as he came long and hard. God, jerking off had never been that…powerful before. He fell back against the shower wall and slicked his hands through his hair, letting the warm water wash away the evidence.
Jesus, what was he going to do now? Zelenka’s scent alone was enough to send him into a frenzy.
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Ronon Dex’s Private Quarters
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Ronon sat crossed leg on the edge of his bed, stroking his cock with the same determined concentration whilst staring at his reflection.
That dark skinned scientist, Peter, had been in his room. Doing what he had no idea, but that didn’t stop him from imagining. Especially when he picked up the scent up on his bed.
He stroked himself to full hardness and felt his breath quicken. This Peter caused a reaction in his body he had not felt in sometime and it wasn’t that unwelcome.
If anything it was a welcome change, an all-new type of adrenalin and rush that was new and exciting. He stroked harder, imaging Peter sitting in the same spot, doing the same thing, his cock dark like Ronon’s, hard and leaking and Ronon growled, rubbing his thumb over the head and coming with the force of the Wraith.
He stood, ignoring the dripping and headed for the bathroom, he was going to have to talk to Peter and soon. He lit the incense before stepping under the hot spray.
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