But only two of them have come, and McKay's still begging, still moving. Sheppard's arms wrap around him and pull him up, back to chest. McKay's chest is heaving and his cock red and hard, so Lorne reaches out, wraps his fingers around McKay's dick and squeezes. And Lorne hopes that these walls really are soundproofed because the scream that comes from McKay's throat when he comes, liquid shooting out over Lorne's hand, is enough to bring several squads of Marines running.
McKay slumps when he's done, Sheppard's arms around him the only things that keeping him from collapsing onto Lorne's chest. Sheppard shifts slightly, his cock slipping out of McKay's body and leaving Lorne feeling strangely alone until he reaches forward. Sheppard's gaze doesn't move from Lorne's face as he wraps his fingers around Lorne's wrist and brings his hand to his lips, lapping McKay's come off Lorne fingers. And Lorne's dick gives a final twitch in McKay's body before it finally gives up the fight and slips out, eliciting a tiny whimper from McKay.
Then Sheppard's moving, hauling the still insensate McKay to his feet and over to the bed. And Lorne's pretty sure that's his cue to leave, to find is clothes and go, but Sheppard's looking at him and Lorne has the sudden feeling he's meant to give an answer without knowing what the question is. He takes a step towards the bed, watching the tension he hadn't even realised was there drain out of Sheppard's body.
And that's how Lorne finds himself in bed, McKay's arm over his chest and looking at Sheppard over the now sleeping scientist.
"Colonel?"
But Sheppard just smiles, places his leg over the tangle of Lorne and McKay's, and closes his eyes to sleep as the light in the room drops out in to darkness.
After a few moments, Lorne does the same, and everything else can be figured out in the morning.
Cont...
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But only two of them have come, and McKay's still begging, still moving. Sheppard's arms wrap around him and pull him up, back to chest. McKay's chest is heaving and his cock red and hard, so Lorne reaches out, wraps his fingers around McKay's dick and squeezes. And Lorne hopes that these walls really are soundproofed because the scream that comes from McKay's throat when he comes, liquid shooting out over Lorne's hand, is enough to bring several squads of Marines running.
McKay slumps when he's done, Sheppard's arms around him the only things that keeping him from collapsing onto Lorne's chest. Sheppard shifts slightly, his cock slipping out of McKay's body and leaving Lorne feeling strangely alone until he reaches forward. Sheppard's gaze doesn't move from Lorne's face as he wraps his fingers around Lorne's wrist and brings his hand to his lips, lapping McKay's come off Lorne fingers. And Lorne's dick gives a final twitch in McKay's body before it finally gives up the fight and slips out, eliciting a tiny whimper from McKay.
Then Sheppard's moving, hauling the still insensate McKay to his feet and over to the bed. And Lorne's pretty sure that's his cue to leave, to find is clothes and go, but Sheppard's looking at him and Lorne has the sudden feeling he's meant to give an answer without knowing what the question is. He takes a step towards the bed, watching the tension he hadn't even realised was there drain out of Sheppard's body.
And that's how Lorne finds himself in bed, McKay's arm over his chest and looking at Sheppard over the now sleeping scientist.
"Colonel?"
But Sheppard just smiles, places his leg over the tangle of Lorne and McKay's, and closes his eyes to sleep as the light in the room drops out in to darkness.
After a few moments, Lorne does the same, and everything else can be figured out in the morning.