sga_flashfic | Pool Shark by kimberlite

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Title: Pool Shark
Author: kimberlite
Challenge: Shark!
Pairing: Sheppard/Ronon, McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Not really an aliens made them do it, but maybe a cousin.
Word count: ~3,100
Spoilers: No.
Disclaimer: SGA is so not mine, I'm just having fun.
Notes: Thanks, as always, to

splix for encouragement and beta.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Summary: It's all vectors so how hard can it be?

Pool Shark
by kimberlite

The cell door creaked open and Sheppard was pushed through roughly. He landed on the dirt floor, grunting as the impact aggravated the pain of his bruised body. Hearing the anxious voices of his team, he tried to focus on clearing his head. Somebody's hand touched his head, fingers lightly carding through his hair. Rolling over carefully, he saw McKay, one arm reaching for him, the other bound to the metal bars. "Did I miss something?"

McKay snorted. "Ronon of the Many Hidden Knives almost picked the lock but a guard came by at the wrong time so now we're locked up."

Sheppard could see that the leather cuff had some sort of locking mechanism so even with only one hand bound, they still couldn't get free. "Bummer."

"Are you well?" Teyla asked, concern evident in her voice.

Ronon didn't wait for an answer. "What did they want from you?"

"They didn't ask me anything." Groaning quietly, Sheppard tried to sit up. "I don't feel so good." He began to tip sideways but Rodney caught him.

"Hey, you're heavier than you look. Can you move closer so I don't throw out my back?"

"Thanks, Rodney, you're all heart." Nonetheless, Sheppard inched over until he could lean against Rodney. There was some shifting but eventually he found Rodney's arm wrapped around his waist and his head resting against Rodney's chest. The spinning sensation eased as he closed his eyes and remained still.

"Don't go to sleep. If you have a concussion, you shouldn't sleep," Rodney insisted.

"Mm...I'm fine." His eyes flew open as Rodney pinched his hip. "Hey! You know, for a 'party now before the Wraith eat us' kind of town, I'm not having much fun."

"It is frighteningly like a Pegasus Vegas, isn't it?" Rodney agreed.

"Sheppard, if you want to get out, come over here."

Sheppard pushed himself off Rodney and walked unsteadily over to Ronon, seeing that both his hands were cuffed. "What?"

"They didn't take all of my knives."

Looking Ronon over from top to bottom, Sheppard said, "You're going to have to give me a hint."

Ronon gave Sheppard a predatory smile and dropped his eyes to his lap. Before Sheppard could respond, Ronon shook his head. "My hair."

As he rummaged around in Ronon's dreads, Sheppard caught sight of Teyla's slightly upturned lips. "Here we are." As he started working on Ronon's cuffs, five guards rounded the corner. Hiding the knife beneath his wristband, Sheppard tried to make it look like he was leaning against Ronon for support.

The cell door was opened and a guard went for Rodney, unlocking his wrist and jerking him up. "Your turn."

"Great," Rodney muttered. "You have no idea what to do with a brilliant scientist, do you?"

Another guard moved to Sheppard, pushing him over to the now empty cuff and locking him up. John met Rodney's panicked gaze, trying to look optimistic until the guard's hands began frisking him and eventually found the knife.

"This could be fun. Come on."

As Rodney was led away, John closed his eyes and tilted his head back against the bars. "I have a bad feeling about this."

*****

Sheppard was worrying over Rodney when the guards returned, unlocking the three of them and herding them down the hallway. They were shown into a large room with bright lights in the center highlighting some sort of table and a darkened perimeter hiding what sounded like a sizeable audience. They were forced to sit on a bench with the heavily armed guards standing behind them. Another door opened and three men walked in. The first two were well-dressed by local standards. The last one was an apparently uninjured McKay.

The first man stepped up and addressed the shadows. "Welcome! We have an exciting evening of entertainment for you. First up, we have a new challenger..." The audience booed as McKay took a step forward. "And our reigning champion..." The crowd whistled and stamped their feet as the other man moved to stand next to the announcer. "Gentlemen, begin."

Sheppard watched with a sense of disbelief as Rodney strolled over to stand beside him. "What's up?"

"I made a deal," Rodney answered, obviously pleased with himself. "The game's like pool. I win, we all go free."

Raising his eyebrows, Sheppard asked, "Have you ever played pool before?"

"Of course...by which I mean no, but it's all vectors so how hard can it be?"

Sheppard gave a reassuring smile as Rodney went off to the field of battle. Rodney held his own for a while, but as it became increasingly obvious that the game wasn't exactly pool and his opponent really was a champion, Sheppard realized he hadn't asked what happened if Rodney lost.

As the champion sank his final shot, the crowd went wild. The announcer presented the winner to the audience, who showered him with flowers, and then he was whisked away and the focus shifted to McKay. "Tonight it's Ladies' Choice!" The crowd roared. "Our challenger has brought along three friends for you to choose from. First, the top."

A buff man, in what might politely be called a skimpy outfit, walked across the room to stand behind Sheppard. The spectators quieted. He moved over to Teyla and there were a few whistles. When he stood behind Ronon, the crowd erupted. He ushered a glaring Ronon over in front of the pool table.

"And now the bottom."

The man returned to the bench and stood behind Teyla. Again, there were a few whistles. The man moved to Sheppard and the crowd stamped and whistled madly. Sheppard felt his stomach drop and he bit down on the inside of his cheek, trying to remain impassive as he was escorted to Ronon.

Rodney brushed by with a whispered 'I'm sorry' as he was led to the bench. The anguished look on his face didn't do much to placate John, who was suddenly faced with a very large problem.

Ronon smiled tightly, acknowledging their situation. Moving closer, he leaned down and brushed his lips against Sheppard's cheek. "We could use the sticks and fight our way out."

John glanced at the guards holding wicked-looking knives to Rodney and Teyla's throats, assessed the rumbling of the crowd and shook his head. "I don't want to risk it."

A high-pitched voice cut through the background noise. "Get naked!" There were renewed cheers.

Ronon took his shirt off to appreciative whistles. When Sheppard tried to get his black t-shirt over his head he flinched at the pull of sore muscles and tender ribs, ending up tangled and sort of stuck -- so much for his debut as a stripper.

Ronon eased the shirt off Sheppard then brought their bodies together, running his hands up and down Sheppard's back. Leaning close, he whispered, "I won't hurt you. Trust me."

A shudder ran through John, a reaction to the warm touch and Ronon's earnest words. He looked up, feeling a moment's panic at the sheer size of the other man, before grinning and reaching to pull Ronon's mouth to his. He had to stretch but eventually their lips were brushing and John flicked his tongue out to trace Ronon's lips.

Ronon made a harsh noise and pressed their mouths together, his tongue gently demanding entrance into Sheppard's mouth. They kissed deeply, bodies rubbing together, cocks hardening.

Pulling away with a stunned gasp, John ran his hands over Ronon's chest, feeling each perfectly delineated muscle. Wanting to lick and bite Ronon's nipples freaked him out momentarily and by the time he'd decided to go for it, he was distracted by Ronon, who was unclipping John's empty thigh holster and reaching to undo his pants. He tried to reciprocate, but ended up wrestling with his boots as Ronon stripped efficiently.

Sheppard found himself kneeling at eyelevel to Ronon's crotch. With the almost forgotten audience shouting encouragement, he licked at Ronon's cock, mapping out the impressive dimensions before opening his mouth and taking it inside.

Ronon groaned and sank his fingers into Sheppard's hair, being careful not to thrust and also to keep Sheppard from trying anything too daring. After a few minutes of Sheppard moving up and down on his cock, Ronon tightened his fingers and murmured, "Stop."

Sliding off, Sheppard licked his lips as Ronon pulled him upright. He could feel how flushed his face was and his whole body thrummed with a heady combination of excitement and terror. The audience was chanting 'take him, take him' like cheerleaders at the big game, and the awkwardness of the situation washed over him again. "Um?"

Ronon put his hands on John's hips and turned him to face the table. "Try to relax."

"Right." John bent over the pool table, his forearms braced on the not-felt surface and felt his body tighten. When Ronon's hand settled on the small of his back he jumped and had to stifle a surprised yelp.

"Sorry." Ronon rubbed his hands up and down John's back, trying to avoid areas that were already bruising.

"It's okay." The stroking was nice but now John felt exposed, the excitement fading and the feeling of doom and gloom rising. "Just do it."

Ronon kneaded Sheppard's thighs, spreading them slightly then working his hands up to Sheppard's ass, frowning at the tension. He dropped to his knees and licked along the crack.

"Oh!" John certainly hadn't been expecting that. He had to focus on breathing and not squirming away from -- or into, he wasn't sure -- Ronon's hot tongue. He tensed involuntarily when Ronon worked a finger in but soon relaxed as he got used to the in-and-out motion.

Ronon licked around his finger then pushed a second finger up Sheppard's ass. He moved his hand in a steady rhythm, purposefully brushing Sheppard's prostate. "You're doing well."

John gave a strangled grunt as intense pleasure sparked inside him. This was different from anything he'd ever experienced and damn but he wanted more. He felt it when Ronon added a third finger but his nerves were sending frantic signals of pleasure, pleasure, pleasure and he was going along for the ride.

Standing up, Ronon slicked his cock with spit and settled between Sheppard's legs, pushing firmly until he slid inside. He had to force himself to stay still as Sheppard adjusted.

For a moment, John thought he wasn't going to survive the reality of Ronon's cock entering him. Fortunately, the breath-stealing pain quickly morphed into a molten pleasure as Ronon thrust deeply over and over. He tried to push back, to let Ronon know he was with the program.

Ronon kept one hand on Sheppard's hip and reached around to stroke Sheppard's cock, matching the speed of his thrusts. He kissed and bit along Sheppard's shoulders, lapping at the sweat dripping from Sheppard's unruly hair onto his neck. "Come on..."

"Fuck," John moaned as the combination of the steel-hard cock inside him and the rough yet gentle hand around his cock drove him to a fantastic orgasm.

Feeling Sheppard pulse around him, Ronon let go of his tightly held control and thrust frantically until he came. In the aftermath, Ronon collapsed on top of Sheppard, their heartbeats a staccato cadence of intense satisfaction.

Eventually, the reassuring weight of Ronon on his back transformed into a claustrophobic feeling like he couldn't breathe. "Heavy," John managed. Immediately, Ronon pulled back and helped him up. It seemed natural to turn into Ronon's arms and share a deep kiss.

Suddenly the loud stamping and whistling from the audience penetrated their bubble. Stepping back, John looked over to see Teyla and Rodney still held by the guards. Rodney had his hands covering his lap, and when he met Rodney's eyes the blush that stained Rodney's cheeks was pretty fair evidence that Rodney was hard. Before he could examine how he felt about that, he needed to get them out.

John took a step forward and loudly stated. "I demand a rematch."

The crowd volume rose and the announcer tried to quiet things down, to no avail. John turned to the man and said, "You'll make money on the bets, and really, do you think the ladies are going to let you say no?"

The man gave in, motioning to his people to get the champion back. John barely had time to pull on his pants before he was being handed a cue stick and the game began. It was close, but John had watched Rodney's game and the audience support gave him added momentum. After he sank the winning shot, John allowed himself to be pelted with flowers and generally adored before fixing the announcer with a determined stare. "We're leaving now."

A quick signal and the guards removed the knives and stepped back. John grabbed his t-shirt and boots from the floor and with a final wave to the crowd, ushered his team from the room.

After a short run through the glitzy town, where the only signs of pursuit were a few women pointing and giggling at them, they stopped at the outskirts to let John put his boots and shirt on. They made good time back to the jumper, and once they were inside Sheppard closed the hatch and recloaked. "Well, that was different."

There was an awkward silence and then Rodney went on the offensive. "Since when are you a pool shark?"

John gave Rodney an assessing look then shrugged. "You know, Rodney, it's all vectors so how hard can it be?"

Rodney looked like he'd been slapped, but Teyla stepped in before he could answer. "I am sorry to have violated your right to privacy." She stood before John, tilting her head down and waiting until John put his hands on either side of her head and touched foreheads. She went over to Ronon and offered the same gesture.

"You don't need to apologize," John said.

Teyla looked from John to Ronon and smiled gently. "You looked beautiful together."

John felt himself blushing and he risked a quick look at Ronon, who met his eyes steadily.

"Are we going back anytime soon?" Rodney groused. "I think that goon with the knife cut me and I'm sure it's just a matter of time before I bleed to death or it gets infected..."

"Sure, Rodney, we wouldn't want that to happen." John sat in the pilot's chair and the jumper hummed to life.

*****

The briefing with Elizabeth focused more on the general dynamics of the society and why it wouldn't make a suitable trading partner and less on the intimate details of their adventure. The team was then cleared by medical, Sheppard's rough treatment by the guards being the highlight, trumping Rodney's small nick.

John decided to pass on food and went to his room to clean up. Now that the danger was over, he was feeling let down and slightly jittery. Of course, it wasn't every day he had sex with his male teammate in front of an audience including the rest of his team. He was a bit weirded out.

Finally deciding that he didn't like loose ends, John went looking for Ronon, finding him in the gym. "Hey, you got a minute?"

"Sure." Ronon fell into step, following Sheppard out onto a balcony.

The warm breeze coming off the ocean was familiar, the subtle tension between them was not. "I'm not quite sure what to say," Sheppard admitted. "Are you okay?"

Ronon leaned against the railing and looked at Sheppard. "Yes. In my culture, soldiers use sex to strengthen their unit, to make a harsh life easier. There is no shame in taking pleasure from a warrior brother."

"You've probably figured out that we do things differently," John said with a wry smile. "I'd never..."

"I'm sorry if I hurt you."

"No, you didn't. I think what's bothering me is it was the best sex I've had in a long time," John admitted.

"It was the first sex I've had in years." Ronon grinned. "If you want, we could do it again sometime. You could fuck me."

John caught his breath, a sharp stab of excitement hitting his belly. "Yeah, we'll see, maybe that would work."

Ronon stood up, presenting his forearm, hand clenched in a fist. "To brothers."

John mimicked the gesture, letting Ronon cross their arms until the inside of their wrists touched. "To brothers."

*****

Things were getting back to normal except for one person. John hunted down Rodney in his lab but Rodney gave excuses for not being able to get away and finally John just waited outside until he tried to leave and then pounced. "We need to talk."

"I need food," Rodney said, trying to brush past John.

Grabbing Rodney's arm, John steered him to the transporter and then marched them to Rodney's room. "Talk."

Rodney stood in the middle of the room, stubbornly silent.

John smiled. "You see the irony of me having to beg you to talk, don't you?"

"Ha, ha. I'm not sure what you want me to say. I was an idiot to think I could win the game. I shouldn't have risked the team like that. I'm sorry about what happened."

John watched as Rodney's chin climbed higher and his arms wrapped defensively around his middle. "It's okay. It's not your fault and I don't blame you."

"But..."

"I'll admit I was a bit freaked out at the time, but it's fine. Ronon and I are cool. I want us to be good again."

"So, you're 'cool' -- are you a couple now?" Rodney snapped.

John put his hands in the air in mock surrender. "Hey, what's with -- wait, you're jealous. It all makes sense now."

"No, no, no -- not jealous," Rodney denied emphatically.

Grinning and bouncing a little, John circled Rodney. "Yes, admit it. I saw how you looked afterwards. You're jealous."

Rodney seemed to close up on himself, suddenly taking up less space. "It looked and sounded like you really enjoyed it."

"I was surprised by how good it felt -- not just physically, although that was really hot, but there was a sense of connection..."

"Yes, I'm jealous."

"Good." John stepped into Rodney's personal space, leaning in and offering his mouth.

Rodney practically grabbed John to him, kissing him with great enthusiasm. "Good?"

"Yeah," John gasped, not letting go. "Look, Ronon wants to have more casual warrior sex and I didn't say no. I'm not sure where we're going, but I want to explore it. Are we good?"

Rodney dove back into the kiss, hands busy stroking every part of John he could reach. "Yes, we're good."

Continued in Casual Warrior Sex

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Well hell! Where do I sign up for casual warrior sex? Even as a spectator. Because that was hot!

You did a very nice job of keeping them in character, too. Besides the really hot sex my favorite part was Teyla apologizing for 'violating their privacy' and then telling them they looked beautiful together. Teyla's very cool sometimes.

Jealous Rodney was kinda cute, too.

Thanks!

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