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kathierif_ficTitle: The Sound Of Love
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Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Ronon Dex/Evan Lorne
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit.
Warnings: slash, penetration with objects not designed for sex
Word Count: 1260
Summary: Sometimes, they like to spice up their sex life.
Author’s Notes: Written for![[community profile]](https://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo, prompt pervertibles. I had the sudden urge to write Ronon/Lorne…and this is what happened.
It wasn’t that sex was boring. Sex was something both of them enjoyed, in every form they could get it and anytime they could get it, which was not all that often – they were on different teams, after all, and Evan had his responsibilities he wouldn’t step away from just to have sex. They both knew that and respected it.
They both liked their sex well enough, but after almost three years of being together, there were moments when both of them wanted something a little different.
However, living in the ancient city of Atlantis had its disadvantages, as well – for one, there were no sex shops around at all, and the population of the Pegasus galaxy had other things to worry about than developing new and intriguing sex toys.
It didn’t mean that they couldn’t spice up their sex lives every now and then, either by Evan going back to Earth and smuggling something back to Atlantis, or in one case, by Ronon coming to Earth with Sheppard and Evan, or by getting creative in other ways.
And this, Evan thought while Ronon kissed him deeply and pressed him down into the mattress with a hand on his shoulder, was one of those occasions; when neither of them had had the chance to leave Atlantis for a few days and both of them were slowly going crazy from the inactivity.
Ronon nipped at his bottom lip and pushed Evan’s shirt up. His fingers were warm and sure on Evan’s skin, on his stomach, and his sides. He never touched the middle of Evan’s chest and didn’t like it when someone touched him there, even on the height of passion.
Ronon leaned down and nipped at his side, his teeth just this side of painful, and sat back on his heels.
“Want you naked,” Ronon murmured smoothly. “Naked and on hands and knees.”
Evan felt his breath hitch at the sound of Ronon’s voice and his words, and he quickly moved to take off his shirt and pants, dropping them in a neat pile on his desk chair before he crawled back onto the bed, this time to stay and wait on his hands on knees. After a moment of consideration, he lowered himself to his elbows.
Ronon’s breath caught audibly in his throat, and he reached out with both hands, touching Evan and rubbing his ass in an obvious caress. Evan grinned slightly and arched his back, to let Ronon know how much he appreciated the touch.
Ronon leaned over him and pressed his mouth to Evan’s spine. A moment later, something cold and definitively metallic was pressed against the small of his back.
Gun.
The thought came like an instinct, quick and without the shadow of a doubt, and he felt his muscles tense and his entire body stiffen while scenarios ran through his mind.
Goa’uld.
Alien parasites.
Behavior-influencing spores.
Brain slugs.
Something was influencing Ronon and making him threaten Evan with a gun, and he didn’t care what it was, just that he had to get away from Ronon and warn someone and hope that, whatever it was, it wasn’t an airborne virus or transferable from one victim to the next by touch, or at all, or he would have a hell of a hard time explaining where he had caught this and why he had killed John Sheppard for letting Evan do the major part of his paperwork all the time.
“Hey, relax,” Ronon rumbled behind him, and Evan remembered that Ronon was as naked as he was, that his gun was tangled in his pants on the floor, and even if there was no doubt Ronon could reach it within milliseconds and shot him, he would actually have to move for that and Evan would have noticed that, probably.
Consciously, he relaxed again and asked with forced casualness, “What do you have there?”
Ronon chuckled and moved into Evan’s line of sight. In his right hand, he held a smooth piece of metal, with a rounded, bulbous end. It shimmered in a pale blue-green color that seemed to ripple under the lights.
“Found it on one of our expeditions through the City,” he explained and dropped it into Evan’s hand. “Gave it to McKay, he checked it out and said it was harmless. Sheppard, too.”
“Harmless, huh?” Evan muttered and turned the object in his hands, his curiosity briefly growing stronger than his arousal. It was solid, heavy and it gave the soft hum all ancient components did when in contact with ATA-gene-carriers. “Does McKay know you took it?”
“Radek said I can have it,” Ronon replied with a shrug and ran his rough, calloused fingertips over Evan’s and over the object. It was enough to send a shiver of anticipation through Evan’s frame.
“Want me to fuck you with this?” Ronon asked, his mouth suddenly surprisingly close to Evan’s ear, his breath hot and moist against the sensitive shell of it.
“Yeah, do it,” Evan murmured and willingly, eagerly, spread his legs apart, as much as he could, to let Ronon settle between them and open him up with slick, lube-covered fingers.
“You ready?” Ronon asked, his lips pressed against the slick and sweaty length of Evan’s back, but he didn’t wait for an answer before nudging the object gently against Evan’s ass.
They had some experience with things like this, even when their adventures in this regard were few and far between, and Ronon knew to move slowly and with steady pressure, until the object sank into Evan’s body, deep and heavy and stretching him satisfyingly wide.
He groaned and arched his back, and Ronon twisted the thing until he nudged its smooth, bulbous head against the spot that made him see stars and jerk uncontrollably, seeking out more of that sensation.
Ronon, he knew, loved to watch him like this, all spread out and in his mercy, and he loved being in this position, letting Ronon fuck him with a piece of silicone or metal or what they could find to do this. They both never lasted long, and Evan felt his entire body clench and shudder as orgasm overwhelmed him.
He collapsed down, against the mattress, but the shuddering didn’t stop. It was a long moment until he realized that it didn’t come from him, but from the object still penetrating him. It didn’t just vibrate – it also made a soft, muffled sound.
“What the…” Evan muttered and lifted his head from the pillow. “Ronon?”
Ronon shrugged and worked it free of Evan’s body gently. He pulled off the condom and handed Evan the object. The sound grew louder when Evan touched it, and the mental component of it tugged stronger at Evan’s mind.
“McKay only said it’s harmless, but not what it is?” he guessed as he focused his thoughts on it and thought its volume down. With a start, he realized that it was music.
Ancient music.
“Okay,” he muttered and thought it off before putting it on the bedside table and pulling Ronon on top of himself for round two, “but please don’t tell anyone how exactly we figured out what an ancient iPod looks like.”
Ronon snorted and pushed Evan’s legs apart, to settle in between. “Okay,” he agreed and pushed into him.
Nobody ever found out how exactly they had made the thing work, when not even Sheppard had been able to, and McKay complained loudly and for a long time that they didn’t want to allow him to take it apart without telling him why.
~end.
Author:
kathierif_ficFandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Ronon Dex/Evan Lorne
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit.
Warnings: slash, penetration with objects not designed for sex
Word Count: 1260
Summary: Sometimes, they like to spice up their sex life.
Author’s Notes: Written for
kink_bingo, prompt pervertibles. I had the sudden urge to write Ronon/Lorne…and this is what happened.It wasn’t that sex was boring. Sex was something both of them enjoyed, in every form they could get it and anytime they could get it, which was not all that often – they were on different teams, after all, and Evan had his responsibilities he wouldn’t step away from just to have sex. They both knew that and respected it.
They both liked their sex well enough, but after almost three years of being together, there were moments when both of them wanted something a little different.
However, living in the ancient city of Atlantis had its disadvantages, as well – for one, there were no sex shops around at all, and the population of the Pegasus galaxy had other things to worry about than developing new and intriguing sex toys.
It didn’t mean that they couldn’t spice up their sex lives every now and then, either by Evan going back to Earth and smuggling something back to Atlantis, or in one case, by Ronon coming to Earth with Sheppard and Evan, or by getting creative in other ways.
And this, Evan thought while Ronon kissed him deeply and pressed him down into the mattress with a hand on his shoulder, was one of those occasions; when neither of them had had the chance to leave Atlantis for a few days and both of them were slowly going crazy from the inactivity.
Ronon nipped at his bottom lip and pushed Evan’s shirt up. His fingers were warm and sure on Evan’s skin, on his stomach, and his sides. He never touched the middle of Evan’s chest and didn’t like it when someone touched him there, even on the height of passion.
Ronon leaned down and nipped at his side, his teeth just this side of painful, and sat back on his heels.
“Want you naked,” Ronon murmured smoothly. “Naked and on hands and knees.”
Evan felt his breath hitch at the sound of Ronon’s voice and his words, and he quickly moved to take off his shirt and pants, dropping them in a neat pile on his desk chair before he crawled back onto the bed, this time to stay and wait on his hands on knees. After a moment of consideration, he lowered himself to his elbows.
Ronon’s breath caught audibly in his throat, and he reached out with both hands, touching Evan and rubbing his ass in an obvious caress. Evan grinned slightly and arched his back, to let Ronon know how much he appreciated the touch.
Ronon leaned over him and pressed his mouth to Evan’s spine. A moment later, something cold and definitively metallic was pressed against the small of his back.
Gun.
The thought came like an instinct, quick and without the shadow of a doubt, and he felt his muscles tense and his entire body stiffen while scenarios ran through his mind.
Goa’uld.
Alien parasites.
Behavior-influencing spores.
Brain slugs.
Something was influencing Ronon and making him threaten Evan with a gun, and he didn’t care what it was, just that he had to get away from Ronon and warn someone and hope that, whatever it was, it wasn’t an airborne virus or transferable from one victim to the next by touch, or at all, or he would have a hell of a hard time explaining where he had caught this and why he had killed John Sheppard for letting Evan do the major part of his paperwork all the time.
“Hey, relax,” Ronon rumbled behind him, and Evan remembered that Ronon was as naked as he was, that his gun was tangled in his pants on the floor, and even if there was no doubt Ronon could reach it within milliseconds and shot him, he would actually have to move for that and Evan would have noticed that, probably.
Consciously, he relaxed again and asked with forced casualness, “What do you have there?”
Ronon chuckled and moved into Evan’s line of sight. In his right hand, he held a smooth piece of metal, with a rounded, bulbous end. It shimmered in a pale blue-green color that seemed to ripple under the lights.
“Found it on one of our expeditions through the City,” he explained and dropped it into Evan’s hand. “Gave it to McKay, he checked it out and said it was harmless. Sheppard, too.”
“Harmless, huh?” Evan muttered and turned the object in his hands, his curiosity briefly growing stronger than his arousal. It was solid, heavy and it gave the soft hum all ancient components did when in contact with ATA-gene-carriers. “Does McKay know you took it?”
“Radek said I can have it,” Ronon replied with a shrug and ran his rough, calloused fingertips over Evan’s and over the object. It was enough to send a shiver of anticipation through Evan’s frame.
“Want me to fuck you with this?” Ronon asked, his mouth suddenly surprisingly close to Evan’s ear, his breath hot and moist against the sensitive shell of it.
“Yeah, do it,” Evan murmured and willingly, eagerly, spread his legs apart, as much as he could, to let Ronon settle between them and open him up with slick, lube-covered fingers.
“You ready?” Ronon asked, his lips pressed against the slick and sweaty length of Evan’s back, but he didn’t wait for an answer before nudging the object gently against Evan’s ass.
They had some experience with things like this, even when their adventures in this regard were few and far between, and Ronon knew to move slowly and with steady pressure, until the object sank into Evan’s body, deep and heavy and stretching him satisfyingly wide.
He groaned and arched his back, and Ronon twisted the thing until he nudged its smooth, bulbous head against the spot that made him see stars and jerk uncontrollably, seeking out more of that sensation.
Ronon, he knew, loved to watch him like this, all spread out and in his mercy, and he loved being in this position, letting Ronon fuck him with a piece of silicone or metal or what they could find to do this. They both never lasted long, and Evan felt his entire body clench and shudder as orgasm overwhelmed him.
He collapsed down, against the mattress, but the shuddering didn’t stop. It was a long moment until he realized that it didn’t come from him, but from the object still penetrating him. It didn’t just vibrate – it also made a soft, muffled sound.
“What the…” Evan muttered and lifted his head from the pillow. “Ronon?”
Ronon shrugged and worked it free of Evan’s body gently. He pulled off the condom and handed Evan the object. The sound grew louder when Evan touched it, and the mental component of it tugged stronger at Evan’s mind.
“McKay only said it’s harmless, but not what it is?” he guessed as he focused his thoughts on it and thought its volume down. With a start, he realized that it was music.
Ancient music.
“Okay,” he muttered and thought it off before putting it on the bedside table and pulling Ronon on top of himself for round two, “but please don’t tell anyone how exactly we figured out what an ancient iPod looks like.”
Ronon snorted and pushed Evan’s legs apart, to settle in between. “Okay,” he agreed and pushed into him.
Nobody ever found out how exactly they had made the thing work, when not even Sheppard had been able to, and McKay complained loudly and for a long time that they didn’t want to allow him to take it apart without telling him why.
~end.