Fic: Wordless (SGA, FRAO, OT4-fic)
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kathierif_ficTitle: Wordless
Author: Kathie
Fandom: Stargate:Atlantis
Pairing: OT4 – John Sheppard/Ronon Dex/Rodney McKay/Teyla Emmagen
Rating: FRAO
Warnings: slash, het, freaky alien technology
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true, not…anything?
Summary: Another planet, another ritual – this time, the aliens think Sheppard lied to them and take the power of words from him…and his team helps him to get it back.
Word count: 3,134 words
Challenge:![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo, prompt: gags
Author’s Notes: Shameless aliens-made-them-do-it-someone-watched-too-much-matrix-besides-my-student-passed-her-exam-and-I’m-very-proud-of-that-pwp. Unbetaed.
~*+*~
This, John Sheppard thought while Ronon’s wide, strong hand closed with surprising gentleness around his upper arm and pulled him a step closer to himself, while Rodney and Teyla crowded closer, this was definitely not what he’d imagined for his day when he’d set out to visit another planet this morning.
Over the rush of blood in his own ears and his struggling to get enough air through his nose, he was dimly aware of Teyla talking, her voice quiet and controlled, while Rodney now had reached for his other arm, steadying him and patting him as if that would calm John down and distract him from the fact that, thanks to these weird aliens, he didn’t have a mouth anymore.
John shot Rodney a withering glare that was enough to make the scientist lift his chin stubbornly and tighten his grip on John’s sleeve, and that grip didn’t ease up until Teyla returned to their group with a carefully blank expression on her face.
“It is an old and sacred ritual,” she explained, and John made a resigned sound at the back of his throat. He couldn’t talk, and his screams were louder in his head than anywhere else, and for a second, he feared he had to stay like this forever – or until he would starve to death.
“Old and sacred ritual how?” Rodney demanded to know, his grip on John tightening protectively.
Teyla shifted her shoulders, but she continued to speak calmly, her eyes focused on John. “Only the essential love of another can give you the power of words back, they believe. They say someone who is not saying the truth – intentional or not – does not deserve the power of words.” She hesitated. “They believe you lied when you said that you were from Atlantis and demand the ritual.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Rodney complained, his free hand moving rapidly through the air.
Ronon snorted quietly. “Sex,” he translated.
Rodney stopped mid-movement to glare at him, and John rolled his eyes.
It wasn’t his fault, he tried to tell Rodney with a few glares, that these aliens had thought they had to let his mouth grow shut, for whatever reasons. He hadn’t asked for it, and if it was up to him, the aliens would reverse the process without any rituals, no matter how old and sacred they were.
“Just sex?” Rodney wanted to know. He apparently hadn’t quite understood what John’s glare was meant to tell him, John thought. “Nothing fancy this time?”
“It is not just sex,” Teyla explained. “In order to lift the silent charm, a man’s essence has to be swallowed.”
“How?” Rodney demanded, a hysterical edge creeping into his voice. “How can he swallow anything without a mouth?”
John made a noise and reached up, to remove Rodney’s nails from his arm.
“Apparently,” Teyla explained, the words drawn out while her eyes flickered in between Rodney and John, “it will be possible in the moment of greatest relief.”
Rodney’s mouth fell open, and John clenched his teeth tightly.
“When he comes,” Ronon clarified. “His mouth reappears for a moment, and you can push something in.”
“But…” Rodney’s thoughts raced. “It disappears again once that moment is over?”
“Yes. Unless the charm is lifted.” Teyla shifted her shoulders again.
“What happens if my dick is in his mouth while it disappears?” Rodney asked, and John made a noise of agreement. “Will his face grow to my…” He gesticulated downwards, and John protested wordlessly, his face twisted into a grimace of horror.
“I do not know,” Teyla replied carefully. “It is quite possible that this will happen, yes.”
John didn’t even wait for Rodney’s high-pitched noises of stress to die down. He was shaking his head firmly and lifted his hands up in a universal gesture of refusal.
“Relax,” Ronon murmured. “Both of you.” He shook his head slightly. “Teyla, tell these guys we need a private room and a cup.”
Teyla dipped her head in agreement and hurried off.
John turned around, to face Ronon. Crossing his arms over his chest, he frowned and made a questioning sound, that, if he still had a mouth, would have been a pissed off “What the hell?”
“I’ve a plan,” Ronon said. “Trust me.”
~*+*~
The room they were shown to was small, the ceiling of it low. Straw and woven mats covered the ground, and a rough-hewn table was the only piece of furniture in it. Ronon had to duck his head as he entered, barring the door behind himself and making sure nobody could enter unnoticed.
“What now?” Rodney demanded, but instead of answering, Ronon hooked his hand around his neck and pulled him into a open-mouthed, wet kiss that muffled Rodney’s protest very efficiently.
“Get naked,” he murmured while licking along the line of Rodney’s jaw, “Go kiss Teyla. Make her feel good.”
Rodney only whimpered, and when Ronon pulled back, he saw that Rodney’s eyes were already glassy. He smirked and nodded toward Teyla. “Go, make her feel good,” he repeated, his voice nothing more but a quiet rumble.
Rodney stumbled three steps ahead and reached with trembling fingers for Teyla. She exchanged a quick glance with Ronon before taking Rodney’s hands in hers and brushing their foreheads together. The familiarity of the move seemed to calm Rodney, and with new confidence, he lifted his hands to cup her jaw and kiss her, brief, dry touches of his lips to hers, begging for her consent.
Ronon forced his eyes away from them. As much as he loved watching Rodney’s bulkiness and Teyla’s slender body together, this was not the moment. Right now, their actions had a purpose, and that purpose was standing in the middle of the room, eyes wide and unblinking, throat working, skin smooth where a mouth should be. Ronon shrugged out of his coat and slowly took the two steps that separated him from John.
“You okay, Sheppard?” he asked softly. He made sure that John could see what he was doing before reaching out and brushing the rough pad of his thumb over the smoothness of John’s face.
John took a deep breath through his nose and nodded jerkily. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his arms suddenly reached out and grabbed Ronon’s biceps, holding him close.
Ronon thought for a moment. Under normal circumstances, he would’ve kissed John now, kissed him and forced his own tongue into John’s mouth, to distract him and to get his thoughts to slow down enough to give him the chance to relax and enjoy the experience. However, this was not possible.
He leaned closer and licked a stripe along John’s jawline. Nibbling gently at the soft patch of skin under his ear, he traced his hands down John’s chest.
John made a small noise, and Ronon nudged his chin up with his own nose, to lick and bite at the vulnerable skin of John’s throat.
Delicate fingers suddenly appeared between them, skillfully pulling at clothes, zippers and fastenings and teasing Ronon with fleeting touches. Judging from the sounds coming from John’s throat, they were doing the same to him.
Teyla’s hand wound in John’s hair and pulled his head to her. She kissed his eyelids, his cheekbones, and finally, the skin where his mouth had been, and continued down his throat, following the trail Ronon had taken just moments ago.
John only realized that his eyes had fallen shut when he opened them again, to look over his shoulder, toward the door.
“It is locked. Nobody will come in,” Teyla murmured and carefully bit down on the lobe of his ear, sending a shudder down his back and pulling his attention away from the door. “It is just us. You are quite safe here, John.”
“We all are,” Rodney added and gave John a crooked smile. “Come on, John.”
Unlike Teyla and Ronon, he didn’t kiss John as he stepped up to him. Instead, he carefully sank to his knees and, with a quick upward glance, to make sure it was okay, he pulled his pants open and down, to John’s knees, freeing his cock.
His mouth was hot, wet and skilled when it touched John, and John’s hands flew to his head. Sweaty fingers clenched into wispy strands of hair, and Rodney pulled back with a whimper of pain. “Careful,” he snapped, and John slowly and stiffly opened his fists and moved them to his sides, away from Rodney’s hair.
A warm, naked weight was pressed against his back, hot breath ghosted along the back of his neck, together with the ticklish brush of dreads against his skin, and soon, wet and slippery fingers teased him while Rodney returned to what he was doing. Soon the two of them had John arching between them, pushing toward one, then the other, while sweat started to run down the length of his spine.
“John,” Teyla murmured throatily. John blinked sweat out of his eyes and looked at her dazedly. She’d taken off her clothes and moved to stand over Rodney’s kneeling body, to grab the hem of John’s black t-shirt. Lifting it to his armpits, she raised her eyebrows in a silent order, and John moved his arms and let her take off his shirt. Immediately, she moved his hands to her breasts and traced random patterns on his own chest, her blunt nails leaving red streaks behind.
“Rodney.” Ronon sounded amused. “Hey, McKay. Clothes off.” He exchanged a quick glance with Teyla, who grabbed Rodney’s collar and pulled him back the exact same second Ronon twisted his fingers and caused John’s hips to snap backwards.
Rodney fell back with a squeak, and John made a quiet sound of protest that was almost inaudible. Ronon soothingly stroked his fingers down John’s spine and curled the fingers of his other hand, to distract him from the sudden loss, while Rodney scrambled out of his clothes, eager to return to his teammates.
Within moments, he was naked, and Teyla pulled him into an open-mouthed, wet and soft kiss. Their hands moved, guided by Teyla, back to John, and curled around him. Spit and pre-come made it easy for them to fall into a rhythm, and John was only vaguely aware when Teyla’s hand left him and went to Rodney’s flesh.
Ronon nipped at John’s shoulder. “Don’t forget the cup,” he murmured, and Teyla pointedly glanced at the wooden bowl she’d borrowed from one of the aliens that she was holding in her free hand.
Teyla knew best what all of them liked, John thought hazily as he watched from half-lidded eyes how she twisted her wrist, how her lips moved gently along Rodney’s, coaxing him into kiss after kiss. John didn’t mind when Rodney stopped stroking him, his hands lifting to Teyla’s breasts and kneading them gently, and he knew that, if he had a mouth, he could just lean over and lick a broad stripe along her ribs, taking her breast into her mouth and causing that delicate flush to appear on her face.
He groaned in frustration, and Ronon gently bit down against the back of his neck, to distract him once again.
It wasn’t as if he couldn’t do anything, John realized. He might be unable to talk, to kiss, and to lick, but he could still touch, brush his fingers over Rodney’s ticklish spots, reach between his legs to fondle him, and he could still reach for Teyla, his fingers rough against the soft skin of her stomach. He could still make her shiver and moan and make her spread her legs wider, pressing herself against the heel of his hand, and he could still watch her head fall back and expose the long line of her throat.
“So pretty,” Ronon whispered, and John’s fingers skirted back to Rodney’s strong body, touching spots he knew would send sparks through the other man and drive him closer to the edge.
Ronon’s fingers curled again, and John exhaled loudly through his nose while fighting the whimper that was trying to break free from the back of his throat.
It was the sounds he couldn’t stop from escaping that finally caused the blood to rise high in Rodney’s cheekbones. With feverishly bright eyes, he looked at them, his hand snapping toward Teyla’s hand, and with a startled groan, he came.
It didn’t take him long to regain his composure, and he frowned unhappily at the half-full bowl Teyla was carefully putting down on the small table.
“That,” he said, “is disgusting.”
John, who finally started to understand Ronon’s plan, could only agree. He nodded, and Ronon moved his shoulders in a shrug. “If you’d rather risk Rodney’s dick and your face to grow together, we can wait for Rodney to get it up again,” he suggested.
The thought made John shudder almost violently, and he quickly shook his head.
“Thought so,” Ronon murmured scratchily and finally pulled his fingers free. “Come on, let’s go lie down.”
He moved to lie down on his back, and John hesitated only briefly to pull off his pants completely before straddling him, facing his feet, his legs spread wide around Ronon’s hips.
Ronon grabbed his hips in strong hands. “Are you ready for this?” he asked, and John nodded and squirmed, trying to forget the circumstances of why they were doing this off-world and not on Atlantis while he attempted to get Ronon where he wanted him.
“Okay,” Rodney murmured from behind them. “Let’s just hope this works.”
“Yeah,” Ronon muttered and pressed his thumbs into John’s skin. “Scream, if you want,” he suggested to John.
Rodney and Teyla watched in rapt fascination as Ronon guided John slowly down onto his cock. John moaned and whimpered wordlessly, all sounds oddly muffled by the fact that he was missing his mouth, but still clearly audible.
They watched as John got comfortable with the intrusion into his body, and when he started to move with Ronon, Teyla shifted slightly.
“You know what you have to do,” she reminded Rodney before stepping up to Ronon and John and, steadying herself on John’s shoulder, straddling him and guiding him into her.
Rodney never would have thought that people without a mouth could scream, but he was still sure that John did exactly that. He knew that the other man would deny it later, but Rodney couldn’t stop himself from wondering how John would look like with a good, old-fashioned gag. It probably would be less effective in muffling John’s noises, he thought, but then, John was the quietest of them all, and they didn’t need a gag to keep him from making noise.
No.
However, it seemed as if John would allow himself to make more noises like this, Rodney thought. He seemed more relaxed than he’d been in a long time while he moved between Teyla and Ronon’s body, his nose rubbing along Teyla’s jawline where, Rodney knew, he would’ve kissed her if he could.
To Teyla, it didn’t seem to make a difference. She had her head thrown back, her hair spilling over her shoulders and down her back, and was obviously enjoying herself.
Rodney watched as her mouth fell open and how she flushed, how her muscles rippled and how her fingers curled into John’s chest hair when she came, and he watched, from where he was standing, how she continued to move on top of John while Ronon was using his strength to move both John and Teyla.
He could see John’s jaw work and his eyes press closed, and with a grimace of distaste, he grabbed the wooden bowl and slowly went over to them, ready for the right moment.
The moment came sooner than he’d expected, considering the circumstances, and John’s whole body tensed and arched up, caught between Ronon and Teyla, Teyla’s hand pressing him down, his back to Ronon’s chest, their strength holding him in place while on his face, thin lines appeared, cracks in his skin that widened, forming a slash that slowly opened.
Rodney didn’t want to risk anything. He didn’t wait for the slash to turn into an actual mouth with lips that looked actually human. He didn’t even flinch as he tipped the bowl, and its contents splashed down, on John’s face.
Briefly, he could see the edge of teeth and John’s tongue, and he poured more of his come down, watching it splash over John’s face, flowing in thick rivulets over his cheeks and dripping on Ronon’s body below. He watched John’s throat work as he struggled to swallow, and a shudder of revulsion ran through him as he gagged.
Ronon’s groan was muffled as he followed his teammates across the edge, his body pushing upwards and as deep into John’s as it was humanly possible.
Rodney dropped the empty bowl and quickly fell to his knees, to grab John’s chin and force his head to the side. He didn’t want John to suffocate, and if it meant that they had to find another way to cure him Rodney didn’t care. They could bring John back to Atlantis and try this again, he thought, something they probably should’ve done from the beginning, even if Teyla had been sure that these aliens were harmless.
Harmless. Ha.
John batted weakly at his arms, and Rodney hesitantly released him and sat back on his heels, to watch John pull away from Ronon with a grunt and roll over onto hands and knees while coughing wetly.
It didn’t take long until Ronon shifted and gave him a sharp pat on the back. “You okay?” he asked.
Rodney held his breath. His heart hammered loudly in his chest, causing his blood to pulse through his entire, still naked body, and he almost didn’t hear the rough “Yeah, ‘m good.”
“You whole again?” Rodney asked, his voice sharper than intended, but he was anxious to leave this planet now, preferably with all of his teammates – his friends – the way he knew them and was used to them.
John slowly sat up. The skin under his nose was red and irritated, but his mouth was back where it belonged, and that was all that counted.
Damn aliens and their stupid weird rituals, Rodney thought as he stalked across the small building, sorting through the clothes strewn across the floor to find his own.
He couldn’t wait to return to the safety of Atlantis.
He could bring up the topic of gags another time, he decided while watching John from the corner of his eye. John was working his jaw, opening and closing his mouth, and Rodney followed an impulse as he leaned over the other man and kissed him firmly.
He’d never before been so grateful and happy to feel John’s tongue curl against his.
~end.
Author: Kathie
Fandom: Stargate:Atlantis
Pairing: OT4 – John Sheppard/Ronon Dex/Rodney McKay/Teyla Emmagen
Rating: FRAO
Warnings: slash, het, freaky alien technology
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true, not…anything?
Summary: Another planet, another ritual – this time, the aliens think Sheppard lied to them and take the power of words from him…and his team helps him to get it back.
Word count: 3,134 words
Challenge:
kink_bingo, prompt: gagsAuthor’s Notes: Shameless aliens-made-them-do-it-someone-watched-too-much-matrix-besides-my-student-passed-her-exam-and-I’m-very-proud-of-that-pwp. Unbetaed.
~*+*~
This, John Sheppard thought while Ronon’s wide, strong hand closed with surprising gentleness around his upper arm and pulled him a step closer to himself, while Rodney and Teyla crowded closer, this was definitely not what he’d imagined for his day when he’d set out to visit another planet this morning.
Over the rush of blood in his own ears and his struggling to get enough air through his nose, he was dimly aware of Teyla talking, her voice quiet and controlled, while Rodney now had reached for his other arm, steadying him and patting him as if that would calm John down and distract him from the fact that, thanks to these weird aliens, he didn’t have a mouth anymore.
John shot Rodney a withering glare that was enough to make the scientist lift his chin stubbornly and tighten his grip on John’s sleeve, and that grip didn’t ease up until Teyla returned to their group with a carefully blank expression on her face.
“It is an old and sacred ritual,” she explained, and John made a resigned sound at the back of his throat. He couldn’t talk, and his screams were louder in his head than anywhere else, and for a second, he feared he had to stay like this forever – or until he would starve to death.
“Old and sacred ritual how?” Rodney demanded to know, his grip on John tightening protectively.
Teyla shifted her shoulders, but she continued to speak calmly, her eyes focused on John. “Only the essential love of another can give you the power of words back, they believe. They say someone who is not saying the truth – intentional or not – does not deserve the power of words.” She hesitated. “They believe you lied when you said that you were from Atlantis and demand the ritual.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Rodney complained, his free hand moving rapidly through the air.
Ronon snorted quietly. “Sex,” he translated.
Rodney stopped mid-movement to glare at him, and John rolled his eyes.
It wasn’t his fault, he tried to tell Rodney with a few glares, that these aliens had thought they had to let his mouth grow shut, for whatever reasons. He hadn’t asked for it, and if it was up to him, the aliens would reverse the process without any rituals, no matter how old and sacred they were.
“Just sex?” Rodney wanted to know. He apparently hadn’t quite understood what John’s glare was meant to tell him, John thought. “Nothing fancy this time?”
“It is not just sex,” Teyla explained. “In order to lift the silent charm, a man’s essence has to be swallowed.”
“How?” Rodney demanded, a hysterical edge creeping into his voice. “How can he swallow anything without a mouth?”
John made a noise and reached up, to remove Rodney’s nails from his arm.
“Apparently,” Teyla explained, the words drawn out while her eyes flickered in between Rodney and John, “it will be possible in the moment of greatest relief.”
Rodney’s mouth fell open, and John clenched his teeth tightly.
“When he comes,” Ronon clarified. “His mouth reappears for a moment, and you can push something in.”
“But…” Rodney’s thoughts raced. “It disappears again once that moment is over?”
“Yes. Unless the charm is lifted.” Teyla shifted her shoulders again.
“What happens if my dick is in his mouth while it disappears?” Rodney asked, and John made a noise of agreement. “Will his face grow to my…” He gesticulated downwards, and John protested wordlessly, his face twisted into a grimace of horror.
“I do not know,” Teyla replied carefully. “It is quite possible that this will happen, yes.”
John didn’t even wait for Rodney’s high-pitched noises of stress to die down. He was shaking his head firmly and lifted his hands up in a universal gesture of refusal.
“Relax,” Ronon murmured. “Both of you.” He shook his head slightly. “Teyla, tell these guys we need a private room and a cup.”
Teyla dipped her head in agreement and hurried off.
John turned around, to face Ronon. Crossing his arms over his chest, he frowned and made a questioning sound, that, if he still had a mouth, would have been a pissed off “What the hell?”
“I’ve a plan,” Ronon said. “Trust me.”
~*+*~
The room they were shown to was small, the ceiling of it low. Straw and woven mats covered the ground, and a rough-hewn table was the only piece of furniture in it. Ronon had to duck his head as he entered, barring the door behind himself and making sure nobody could enter unnoticed.
“What now?” Rodney demanded, but instead of answering, Ronon hooked his hand around his neck and pulled him into a open-mouthed, wet kiss that muffled Rodney’s protest very efficiently.
“Get naked,” he murmured while licking along the line of Rodney’s jaw, “Go kiss Teyla. Make her feel good.”
Rodney only whimpered, and when Ronon pulled back, he saw that Rodney’s eyes were already glassy. He smirked and nodded toward Teyla. “Go, make her feel good,” he repeated, his voice nothing more but a quiet rumble.
Rodney stumbled three steps ahead and reached with trembling fingers for Teyla. She exchanged a quick glance with Ronon before taking Rodney’s hands in hers and brushing their foreheads together. The familiarity of the move seemed to calm Rodney, and with new confidence, he lifted his hands to cup her jaw and kiss her, brief, dry touches of his lips to hers, begging for her consent.
Ronon forced his eyes away from them. As much as he loved watching Rodney’s bulkiness and Teyla’s slender body together, this was not the moment. Right now, their actions had a purpose, and that purpose was standing in the middle of the room, eyes wide and unblinking, throat working, skin smooth where a mouth should be. Ronon shrugged out of his coat and slowly took the two steps that separated him from John.
“You okay, Sheppard?” he asked softly. He made sure that John could see what he was doing before reaching out and brushing the rough pad of his thumb over the smoothness of John’s face.
John took a deep breath through his nose and nodded jerkily. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his arms suddenly reached out and grabbed Ronon’s biceps, holding him close.
Ronon thought for a moment. Under normal circumstances, he would’ve kissed John now, kissed him and forced his own tongue into John’s mouth, to distract him and to get his thoughts to slow down enough to give him the chance to relax and enjoy the experience. However, this was not possible.
He leaned closer and licked a stripe along John’s jawline. Nibbling gently at the soft patch of skin under his ear, he traced his hands down John’s chest.
John made a small noise, and Ronon nudged his chin up with his own nose, to lick and bite at the vulnerable skin of John’s throat.
Delicate fingers suddenly appeared between them, skillfully pulling at clothes, zippers and fastenings and teasing Ronon with fleeting touches. Judging from the sounds coming from John’s throat, they were doing the same to him.
Teyla’s hand wound in John’s hair and pulled his head to her. She kissed his eyelids, his cheekbones, and finally, the skin where his mouth had been, and continued down his throat, following the trail Ronon had taken just moments ago.
John only realized that his eyes had fallen shut when he opened them again, to look over his shoulder, toward the door.
“It is locked. Nobody will come in,” Teyla murmured and carefully bit down on the lobe of his ear, sending a shudder down his back and pulling his attention away from the door. “It is just us. You are quite safe here, John.”
“We all are,” Rodney added and gave John a crooked smile. “Come on, John.”
Unlike Teyla and Ronon, he didn’t kiss John as he stepped up to him. Instead, he carefully sank to his knees and, with a quick upward glance, to make sure it was okay, he pulled his pants open and down, to John’s knees, freeing his cock.
His mouth was hot, wet and skilled when it touched John, and John’s hands flew to his head. Sweaty fingers clenched into wispy strands of hair, and Rodney pulled back with a whimper of pain. “Careful,” he snapped, and John slowly and stiffly opened his fists and moved them to his sides, away from Rodney’s hair.
A warm, naked weight was pressed against his back, hot breath ghosted along the back of his neck, together with the ticklish brush of dreads against his skin, and soon, wet and slippery fingers teased him while Rodney returned to what he was doing. Soon the two of them had John arching between them, pushing toward one, then the other, while sweat started to run down the length of his spine.
“John,” Teyla murmured throatily. John blinked sweat out of his eyes and looked at her dazedly. She’d taken off her clothes and moved to stand over Rodney’s kneeling body, to grab the hem of John’s black t-shirt. Lifting it to his armpits, she raised her eyebrows in a silent order, and John moved his arms and let her take off his shirt. Immediately, she moved his hands to her breasts and traced random patterns on his own chest, her blunt nails leaving red streaks behind.
“Rodney.” Ronon sounded amused. “Hey, McKay. Clothes off.” He exchanged a quick glance with Teyla, who grabbed Rodney’s collar and pulled him back the exact same second Ronon twisted his fingers and caused John’s hips to snap backwards.
Rodney fell back with a squeak, and John made a quiet sound of protest that was almost inaudible. Ronon soothingly stroked his fingers down John’s spine and curled the fingers of his other hand, to distract him from the sudden loss, while Rodney scrambled out of his clothes, eager to return to his teammates.
Within moments, he was naked, and Teyla pulled him into an open-mouthed, wet and soft kiss. Their hands moved, guided by Teyla, back to John, and curled around him. Spit and pre-come made it easy for them to fall into a rhythm, and John was only vaguely aware when Teyla’s hand left him and went to Rodney’s flesh.
Ronon nipped at John’s shoulder. “Don’t forget the cup,” he murmured, and Teyla pointedly glanced at the wooden bowl she’d borrowed from one of the aliens that she was holding in her free hand.
Teyla knew best what all of them liked, John thought hazily as he watched from half-lidded eyes how she twisted her wrist, how her lips moved gently along Rodney’s, coaxing him into kiss after kiss. John didn’t mind when Rodney stopped stroking him, his hands lifting to Teyla’s breasts and kneading them gently, and he knew that, if he had a mouth, he could just lean over and lick a broad stripe along her ribs, taking her breast into her mouth and causing that delicate flush to appear on her face.
He groaned in frustration, and Ronon gently bit down against the back of his neck, to distract him once again.
It wasn’t as if he couldn’t do anything, John realized. He might be unable to talk, to kiss, and to lick, but he could still touch, brush his fingers over Rodney’s ticklish spots, reach between his legs to fondle him, and he could still reach for Teyla, his fingers rough against the soft skin of her stomach. He could still make her shiver and moan and make her spread her legs wider, pressing herself against the heel of his hand, and he could still watch her head fall back and expose the long line of her throat.
“So pretty,” Ronon whispered, and John’s fingers skirted back to Rodney’s strong body, touching spots he knew would send sparks through the other man and drive him closer to the edge.
Ronon’s fingers curled again, and John exhaled loudly through his nose while fighting the whimper that was trying to break free from the back of his throat.
It was the sounds he couldn’t stop from escaping that finally caused the blood to rise high in Rodney’s cheekbones. With feverishly bright eyes, he looked at them, his hand snapping toward Teyla’s hand, and with a startled groan, he came.
It didn’t take him long to regain his composure, and he frowned unhappily at the half-full bowl Teyla was carefully putting down on the small table.
“That,” he said, “is disgusting.”
John, who finally started to understand Ronon’s plan, could only agree. He nodded, and Ronon moved his shoulders in a shrug. “If you’d rather risk Rodney’s dick and your face to grow together, we can wait for Rodney to get it up again,” he suggested.
The thought made John shudder almost violently, and he quickly shook his head.
“Thought so,” Ronon murmured scratchily and finally pulled his fingers free. “Come on, let’s go lie down.”
He moved to lie down on his back, and John hesitated only briefly to pull off his pants completely before straddling him, facing his feet, his legs spread wide around Ronon’s hips.
Ronon grabbed his hips in strong hands. “Are you ready for this?” he asked, and John nodded and squirmed, trying to forget the circumstances of why they were doing this off-world and not on Atlantis while he attempted to get Ronon where he wanted him.
“Okay,” Rodney murmured from behind them. “Let’s just hope this works.”
“Yeah,” Ronon muttered and pressed his thumbs into John’s skin. “Scream, if you want,” he suggested to John.
Rodney and Teyla watched in rapt fascination as Ronon guided John slowly down onto his cock. John moaned and whimpered wordlessly, all sounds oddly muffled by the fact that he was missing his mouth, but still clearly audible.
They watched as John got comfortable with the intrusion into his body, and when he started to move with Ronon, Teyla shifted slightly.
“You know what you have to do,” she reminded Rodney before stepping up to Ronon and John and, steadying herself on John’s shoulder, straddling him and guiding him into her.
Rodney never would have thought that people without a mouth could scream, but he was still sure that John did exactly that. He knew that the other man would deny it later, but Rodney couldn’t stop himself from wondering how John would look like with a good, old-fashioned gag. It probably would be less effective in muffling John’s noises, he thought, but then, John was the quietest of them all, and they didn’t need a gag to keep him from making noise.
No.
However, it seemed as if John would allow himself to make more noises like this, Rodney thought. He seemed more relaxed than he’d been in a long time while he moved between Teyla and Ronon’s body, his nose rubbing along Teyla’s jawline where, Rodney knew, he would’ve kissed her if he could.
To Teyla, it didn’t seem to make a difference. She had her head thrown back, her hair spilling over her shoulders and down her back, and was obviously enjoying herself.
Rodney watched as her mouth fell open and how she flushed, how her muscles rippled and how her fingers curled into John’s chest hair when she came, and he watched, from where he was standing, how she continued to move on top of John while Ronon was using his strength to move both John and Teyla.
He could see John’s jaw work and his eyes press closed, and with a grimace of distaste, he grabbed the wooden bowl and slowly went over to them, ready for the right moment.
The moment came sooner than he’d expected, considering the circumstances, and John’s whole body tensed and arched up, caught between Ronon and Teyla, Teyla’s hand pressing him down, his back to Ronon’s chest, their strength holding him in place while on his face, thin lines appeared, cracks in his skin that widened, forming a slash that slowly opened.
Rodney didn’t want to risk anything. He didn’t wait for the slash to turn into an actual mouth with lips that looked actually human. He didn’t even flinch as he tipped the bowl, and its contents splashed down, on John’s face.
Briefly, he could see the edge of teeth and John’s tongue, and he poured more of his come down, watching it splash over John’s face, flowing in thick rivulets over his cheeks and dripping on Ronon’s body below. He watched John’s throat work as he struggled to swallow, and a shudder of revulsion ran through him as he gagged.
Ronon’s groan was muffled as he followed his teammates across the edge, his body pushing upwards and as deep into John’s as it was humanly possible.
Rodney dropped the empty bowl and quickly fell to his knees, to grab John’s chin and force his head to the side. He didn’t want John to suffocate, and if it meant that they had to find another way to cure him Rodney didn’t care. They could bring John back to Atlantis and try this again, he thought, something they probably should’ve done from the beginning, even if Teyla had been sure that these aliens were harmless.
Harmless. Ha.
John batted weakly at his arms, and Rodney hesitantly released him and sat back on his heels, to watch John pull away from Ronon with a grunt and roll over onto hands and knees while coughing wetly.
It didn’t take long until Ronon shifted and gave him a sharp pat on the back. “You okay?” he asked.
Rodney held his breath. His heart hammered loudly in his chest, causing his blood to pulse through his entire, still naked body, and he almost didn’t hear the rough “Yeah, ‘m good.”
“You whole again?” Rodney asked, his voice sharper than intended, but he was anxious to leave this planet now, preferably with all of his teammates – his friends – the way he knew them and was used to them.
John slowly sat up. The skin under his nose was red and irritated, but his mouth was back where it belonged, and that was all that counted.
Damn aliens and their stupid weird rituals, Rodney thought as he stalked across the small building, sorting through the clothes strewn across the floor to find his own.
He couldn’t wait to return to the safety of Atlantis.
He could bring up the topic of gags another time, he decided while watching John from the corner of his eye. John was working his jaw, opening and closing his mouth, and Rodney followed an impulse as he leaned over the other man and kissed him firmly.
He’d never before been so grateful and happy to feel John’s tongue curl against his.
~end.
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