The Secret Lives of Scientists {Revised}

Bates frowned as he watched Beckett chat with one of his nurses. The good doctor had called his team in for check up for no apparent reason and had insisted he stay for a quick blood test. The quick test, Beckett had explained, was to make sure no toxins from the air on the planet they had visited were in his system. ‘Five minutes tops’, he’d said. Well it wasn’t turning out to be that quick, as the good doctor seemed to be doing everything but the blood test. He sighed in relief as the nurse left then frowned as another nurse came up and took her place, asking Beckett to look at something. If he didn’t know better he’d say it was a conspiracy. Finally, an hour later, Beckett came back carrying the blood test.

“Well?”

“Ye be in perfect health, Sergeant,” Beckett announced cheerfully, handing him the readout. Bates nodded. He wasn’t a doctor, he couldn’t read it so why the hell was Beckett giving it to him? When he looked up from pretending to read the paper and found Carson staring at him.

Correction, he was staring, to Bates’ shock, blatantly at his crotch.

“Ah, Doctor?”

Beckett’s head snapped up. “Yes?”

“You’re staring at my crotch.”

“Ah, ye saw that did ye?”

Bates nearly fell off of the exam table, but managed not to by some unknown miracle. “Yes, I did.” Every ounce of control he’d ever learned went into that sentence.

“Does it bother ye?”

Bates blinked. “What?” Bates blinked again.

“Does it bother ye?” Carson repeated slowly a note of hope in voice.

“Uh, I don’t know, kind of.”

“Oh, okay, I’ll stop.” Bates’ mind was working over time to keep up with the situation and was it just him or did Beckett just sound upset about not being able to stare at him? Shit! He should not be thinking this! He was a marine for Christ’s sake! “You can get dressed now; I’ll get you an ice pack for your head,” Beckett closed the curtain and disappeared. He reached up and felt the bump on his forehead, which unknown to Beckett was actually his fault. You don’t walk around Atlantis half naked and wet after a shower at four am, smelling like oranges and just walk up the head of security and ask if he wants to have coffee with you at said time and in said condition. He grabbed his clothes and started changing.

“Sergeant?” Beckett knocked a few moments later.

“Come on in,” he responded, bending over to pull on his other boot and lace it up. When he straightened and turned around it was to find Beckett holding an ice pack looking rather occupied by his ass.

“Doctor?”

Beckett’s head snapped up. “Oh, sorry,” He handed him the ice pack and stepped forward to check the bump. Bates could feel the heat radiating off the Scottish doctor. “Well, looks like ye’ll be fine. Should go wa-“ Bates sighed, gave up, grabbed the doctor, and kissed him, hard.

Carson stumbled back a bit when Bates suddenly grabbed him and kissed him, hard. He blinked, surprised for a minute, then, assured it was really happening and not one of his many fantasies, responded and kissed him back, pressing forward. Before he knew what had happened Bates had him bent backwards over the edge of the waist high exam table and his shirt was gone. Sparks of pleasure shot through his body. He groaned when a hot mouth covered a nipple and he ran his hands over Bates’ back, fingers digging in when Bates nipped him. Bates’ tongue swathed a nipple, them sucked before moving on to the next one. Carson moaned and arched, briefly wondering if his nurses could hear this before simply surrendering to the sensations the security chief was causing. When Bates made to move down and lick a trail of fire over his erect cock, Carson pulled him back up for a passionate kiss.

“Inside me,” Carson murmured between kisses and Bates nodded. The kiss was wet and messy but Carson didn’t care because it felt like Bates was tearing him to pieces then putting him back together. Reaching down and fumbling briefly with his pants, Beckett groaned and took over Bates’ zipper as Bates reached for a jar of medical jelly. “That’ll work,” Beckett gasped breathlessly when the marine held it up, and then whimpered as he watched Bates slick two fingers then work them inside him. He moaned as he moved against those fingers, hands gripping Bates’ arms. God! And at this angle he could see the dark fingers moving in and out of his decidedly paler skin. He whimpered, not caring what he sounded like and spread his legs farther.

Bates groaned as he watched the Scottish doctor fuck himself on his fingers. He barely had to move them and crooking them every few thrusts seemed to drive the doctor mad. His erection strained against his boxers and he quickly pulled them off. He pulled his fingers out and shushed Carson whimper of protest with another mind melting kiss. Bates tugged Carson’s boxers off, the answering moan going straight to his own cock, and dropped them down with his.

“Ready?” Bates managed to gasp out and all Carson could do was nod as Bates’ warm, big cock slowly slid inside him. There was a bust of pain at first but was quickly replaced by a wave of pleasure as Bates pulled out and pushed back in. Carson arched up off the bed as Bates slid in all the way again and stopped. “Okay?” is the only word Bates can manage as the feeling of being buried in Beckett’s body overwhelms his senses, it’s tight and hot and feels like silk. “Fuck!” he breaths in Beckett’s ear and Carson pulls him down for a hot, wet kiss.

“Move! Please!” Beckett begged, his back arched off the bed and Bates slowly started moving, small thrusts in and out. “Faster.” But Bates doesn’t listen, he continued at the same pace, driving the Scotsman crazy, kissing Carson to silence the moans and begs to go faster and harder. Bates keeps his rhythm of sliding in and out slowly, fully burying himself to the hilt. God, he wasn’t going to last, it felt too good, like an iron vice, god! Beckett reached up and grabbed one of his hands, bringing it to his cock. Bates got the hint, intertwined their fingers and began stroking in time with his thrusts, white-hot spikes of pleasure shooting through his body. And he swallowed Carson’s moan as the doctor came, spraying semen over both their stomachs. Carson’s inner muscles tightened around him, causing Bates to let out a low growl as he braced himself over Beckett, breathing hard.

Carson concentrated clenching his inner muscles and slid his fingers through Bates’ hair. He raised his head to kiss him, with a hell of a lot of tongue, as Bates continued thrusting and clenched his inner muscles tighter, squeezing Bates’ cock. Bates hissed as he came, something that sounded suspiciously like Carson’s name and a moan swallowed by Carson
Bates collapsed down on top of Carson, exhausted, and laid there for a moment, Beckett stroking his back. Damn if that wasn’t the most intense orgasm he’d ever had!

“Are ye well?” Beckett asked after regaining his breath. Bates lifted his head and looked up at him in amazement. “What? ‘Tis a logical question!” Bates raised an eyebrow and slid off him, testing his legs before pulling the doctor up.

“Doctor, no one is not okay after a round like that,” Bates assured him, grabbing his pants and pulling them on carefully, one leg at a time.

Carson pouted. “Bloody possible,” he muttered under his breath fixing his own clothes. Bates raised an eyebrow and walked over to him, planting a gentle, chaste kiss on his lips. When he pulled away, Beckett’s eyes are wide and his swollen mouth slightly open.

“Uh, um so we be doing this again?” the hopeful look in his eyes made Bates smile.

“Whenever you need another blood test, Doc, you just let me know.”

DOCTOR RODNEY MCKAY’S LAB

Rodney didn’t look up as he heard the door to his lab swish open. “Unless you’re here to help go away!”

“Gee, McKay what’s your problem?” It’s Sheppard, he recognizes his voice.

“Half my scientists are gone, that’s the problem!”

“Where’s Radek?” Sheppard asked looking around, knowing full well Radek was the only other scientist Rodney considered anywhere near competent and that when he said half were gone he meant the Czech was gone.

“Off fucking Lieutenant. Ford!” Rodney returned scathingly. He raised an eyebrow when Sheppard went redder then a tomato. “Major, are you alright?”

“F-fine! Why?” he wheezed.

Rodney arched an eyebrow. “Well, you’re bright red for one and stuttering for two…gee you must be fine!” He snapped sarcastically.

“Uh…”

Rodney studied him with a frown that turned into a slightly evil grin. “Major…”

“Yes?” Sheppard squeaked.

“Radek and Ford, do you want to see?”

“WHAT?!”

“You can access the security videos fro-“

“No!”

“That’s funny, cause there are certain parts of your body that seem to disagree,” Rodney gave a meaningful look at Sheppard’s erection, causing the Air Force Major to blush crimson.

“It’s not that! I, ur, I have a meeting,” He turned quickly and made it half way to the door before he felt McKay’s arms around his waist and the ominous click of the door locking, damn Rodney and his computers. “Mc-McKay?”

“You know what Major? I think I was right about your feelings.”
“My...feelings…for what?” Sheppard gasped out, Rodney was so close, so damn close, finally. He gritted his teeth.

“Me,” McKay said simply and started kissing, sucking, and nipping his neck all at once, Sheppard moaned and felt his knees buckle. Jesus!

“What feelings?” he whimpered when Rodney sucked on his earlobe, the scientist’s skilled hands slipped under his shirt, one up, one down, both wonderful.

“You know, I don’t think it was the thought of Ford and Radek fucking that got you hard, though it’s an interesting idea. I think it was the thought of us doing it. Or more precisely me fucking you.” Sheppard moaned, because really, what else could he do? And Rodney went to work on Sheppard’s pants, maneuvering him closer to the door.

“McKay?” he panicked.

“Rodney.”

“Rod-ney!” John gasped when two hands slid inside his boxers and squeezed, jump starting his body like a car battery.

“Just lean against the door, it’s locked.” Rodney whispered stroking his erection with one hand and sliding the other up his shirt to play with his nipples. Sheppard leaned forward on shaking arms as McKay quickly rid himself of his own pants. He stroked the Major with one hand, nipping his shoulder, then sucking the spot.

“Rodney, this isn’t the bet…?” Rodney paused as he slid two fingers in to the Major, who gasped and buckled, then whimpered and spread his legs further.

“No. This…I’ve wanted to do since I first saw you in Antarctica,” he whispered and scissored his fingers, stretching Sheppard, who responded with moans and an ‘oh fuck’.

“If you,” he panted, “had asked, ungh, I would have huh, said YES!” he cried out as Rodney slid his fingers out and his cock in. Rodney moved his hands up and placing them on top of the Major’s, lacing their fingers as he paused, waiting for John to adjust before pulling out and thrusting in again. He made sure to brush Sheppard’s prostate with each thrust. Sheppard’s head fell back and his rested his forehead against it.

“Major…” he groaned.

“John.” John exhaled which turned into a moan halfway through and then he lost the power to think anything but fuck, god, yes!

“John.” Rodney nipped his neck; John was going to have a hell of a hicky tomorrow, a mark that he belonged to Rodney, and that made Rodney groan and speed up his thrusts.

“Faster...please! Rodney, harder…!” John begged in gasps, Rodney complied and slammed into the Major, pressing his cock against the door and causing John to scream. Thank god the walls in Atlantis were sound proof. Rodney groaned; he was so close! He moved one the Major’s hands, their fingers still intertwined, guiding it down to his cock and wrapping both their fingers around it.

“Watch,” he whispered in John’s ear, adding a lick for the hell of it.

John looked down at their entwined hands wrapped around his cock and almost came right there with a sob of pleasure; he felt blinding white hot sparks of pleasure coursing through his body, starting from their finger tips and spreading upward. Rodney pulled out and thrust back in hard once more and they both came, crying out one another’s name.

MESS HALL NEXT MORNING

Elizabeth and Teyla walked into the mess hall the next morning to see a rather happy crowd.

Elizabeth smiled, she’d given everyone who’d entered the competition the day off, just in case. Since the competition, Simpson and Grodin had been practically inseparable. Markham didn’t bother to look away from staring at Stackhouse when people looked and despite their new relationship it still made Stackhouse nervous. Bates and Beckett were sitting together, very close together, when before they hadn’t been able to stand one another, threatening each other with guns and such. Sheppard and McKay could barley keep their hands of each other and Ford kept finding strange reasons to visit the lab or drag Zelenka off somewhere. Really, did he honestly think anyone was going to believe him when he said the TV needed to be fixed? They didn’t even have a TV for god’s sake! She cleared her throat to get the rooms attention.

“Alright everyone. According to those who didn’t enter the competition, the winner was, by a lot I’m afraid to say, the scientists,” she grinned as cheers and congratulations erupted and joined in the clapping. Sheppard just smiled happily.

“You set this up didn’t you major?” One the contestants, a marine accused, grinning while he did.

“That would make sense!” The female scientist next to him agreed, they were sitting pretty close.

“Especially the way things worked out!” Someone else chimed in.

“Someone had to!” another voice added.

Sheppard sputtered. “I didn’t set anything up!” he protested and almost immediately everyone turned in sync to McKay, who just sipped his coffee and raised an eyebrow.

“What? It’s not like any of you are upset!”

The End