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phantismaFandom: Stargate Atlantis/Supernatural Crossover
Title: Don't Think We're in Kansas, Chapter 8 (Previous Chapters found Here)
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter) Dean/Ronon, John/Sam, John/Dean, Teyla, Rodney, Elizabeth
Word Count: 2483 (this chapter)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sam and Dean get their first off-world mission. Dean is less than pleased with how it turns out. This leads to angry sex with Ronon.
A/Ns & Warnings: This is a bunny "given" to me by denyce. I don't know if she knew what she was getting into. Um. So...warnings. This is a slave fic. This is Dean slave fic...nothing like the OTHER slave!Dean fic. This is new and different. This will involve dubious on, and kinky, kinky sex. This chapter is short, but it's been sitting on my hard drive forever and I just can't seem to make it hotter. Sorry~
“I think I like this.” Dean said, turning to admire himself in the mirror in Sam’s room. Sam snorted and finished lacing up his boots.
“Never pictured you in a uniform.” Sam said, crossing to stand beside him. They were both decked out in standard Atlantis uniforms, less weapons that they would pickup on their way to the gateroom.
“Dad would flip.” Dean smirked and turned to run a hand down Sam’s shoulder.
“John’s brain is going to short circuit when he sees you in this.” Sam whispered, tugging Dean in to kiss lightly.
“He’s just going to have to learn to control himself, won’t he?” Dean turned back to the mirror, grinning at Sam.
Sam rolled his eyes and turned toward the door, only to find Ronon standing in the doorway. “Sheppard sent me to find you.”
Dean frowned at the big man. “Why don’t you have to wear the uniform?”
Ronon grinned. “Because I look better in leather. You ready?”
Sam nodded. “Yep, let’s do this.”
The three of them headed for the control room, where the rest of the team was waiting with Elizabeth. “Now, let’s see if we can handle a quiet diplomatic mission without coming back married or with any more slaves, or…you know, dead.” Elizabeth said with a smirk as Teyla handed weapons over to Sam and Dean.
“I have never come back from a mission married.” John said defensively.
“Dial the gate.” Sam watched as Elizabeth backed off and the lights around the gate lit up. He blew out slowly as the gate wooshed to life, then John was headed toward the ring of water and this was it.
Dean was nervous beside him…not as bad as if they’d been in a jumper, but nervous. Who knew what waited for them on the other side? Sam took a deep breath and followed Dr. McKay’s back, hesitantly stepping through the ring.
It tingled and Sam was slightly disoriented on the other side. He stepped clear and dragged in a breath before raising his eyes to look around them. They might have stepped off a plane in New Mexico.
The ground was red dirt and rock, with scrub brush dotting the landscape and a wide trail leading away from the gate and over a ridge. Dean’s hand touched his arm and Sam felt him trying to shake off the effects of his own nervousness. “That was different.”
“Come on you wuss.” Ronon clapped Dean on the shoulder and pushed past them.
Teyla paused to make sure they were okay. “The village is not far, over the ridge. The people here are very friendly.”
“Right, like the Sagare.” Dean muttered.
They set off to follow Ronon and Sheppard.
“Why are we here again?” Dean asked as they topped the ridge and looked down at a village that seemed to come from the stone age. Stone huts with thatched roofs, children running around in next to no clothes.
“Food. We offer medicines in exchange for foraging rights. They have these fruits…maga…manga….” John gestured at Teyla.
“Margalo.” Teyla said. “It is a plant that grows in the dry climate, produces a water-rich fruit. It is very potent. A single fruit can sustain a grown man for two days.”
“Makes a great pie too.” John added. He raised a hand in greeting as two people came out of the village toward them.
“And they needed you to do this…why?” Dean asked.
“Colonel Sheppard is well liked by the people here.” Teyla offered.
Sam felt a surge of arousal from Dean. “Do they all look like her?” Dean asked as a woman joined the two men speaking with John. She was topless, though her dark hair covered most of her naked breasts. Sam grabbed his arm as Teyla rolled her eyes and headed toward John.
“Down boy.” Sam said with a smirk. “Diplomatic relations, not a booty call.”
“I can be diplomatic.” Dean protested.
Sam chuckled. “Yeah, that’s diplomacy I’m feeling.”
“What? Just because I’m okay with the guys doesn’t mean I don’t still want the girls.” Dean said, his eyes wandering the other people in the village.
“Dean, our first mission. Keep your dick in your pants.”
A leather ball came hurtling toward them from out of a group of kids, stopping at Dean’s feet. Two of the kids approached slowly, a little shyly. Dean scooped the ball up and stepped toward them. “This yours?”
The little girl smiled toothlessly up at him, her eyes sparkling. “You’re new.”
Dean grinned. “Yes, me and my brother here are just joining Colonel Sheppard’s team.”
“You’re very pretty.”
Dean blushed bright red and handed her back the ball. “You are too.”
“Do you want to play with us?”
Sam watched as she took his brother’s hand and led him off to the group of kids. He shook his head and turned to see Ronon watching, his arms crossed. “Huh. That’s Dangi. Normally its me she wants to come play.” Ronon said.
“She thinks Dean is pretty.” Sam said.
“Well, she has good taste.” Ronon responded.
“So…what next?”
Ronon rolled his eyes. “Sheppard and Teyla negotiate. Rodney’s fixing a generator we gave them. We wait.”
Sam sighed. “Dr. Wier wasn’t kidding when she said a safe mission.”
“What’s the matter? You bored?”
Sam rolled his eyes. “I just…expected more.”
“I could show you around.”
“Yeah?”
Ronon shrugged. “Not much to see.”
“Better than standing here watching Dean play with the kids.”
Ronon was right that there wasn’t much to see. There was the village itself, a graveyard…of sorts. Apparently the people’s funeral rites seemed to consist of laying out the bodies for the animals and elements. It made him twitch to see so many bones laying open.
Sam stood by a marker that seemed to list the names of the dead, staring at the bones stretched out around them. “They just…leave them like this?”
“Weird, huh? They believe that it allows their souls to journey to the afterlife.”
Sam nodded and squatted next to the nearest remains. “Where I come from this is a recipe for a haunting.”
“You really believe in ghosts.” Ronon said, as if he’d thought all along that they were joking about the ghosts.
“Well, when you’ve had your ass kicked more than once, you tend to start believing.” He sighed and stood. “The ghosts aren’t as bad as other shit though.” He dusted his hands and looked back the way they’d come, toward the village. He was feeling decidedly antsy. Something was…not right. “We should…head back.”
Before he could say anything else, three ships raced over head and screaming could be heard. He and Ronon took off at a dead run. The village was in disarray, people screaming and running, mothers scooping up their children. Teyla and John came running at them.
“Wraith.” John said when they were close enough.
“Recon?” Ronon asked, his eyes searching the sky.
“Well, they haven’t been here in years.” John said. “Where’s Rodney and Dean?”
“Dean was playing with the kids.” Sam pointed, then set off at a run, his stomach twisting.
“Sam! Wait!” He could hear John calling, but he kept running, had to see Dean, had to know he was okay. Kids ran past him. Sam skidded to a halt when he saw Dean running toward him, the little girl in his arms. Two of the three ships raced over them, beams of light tracking over the ground. Sam blinked as the light hit two of the kids and they disappeared.
“Get out of the way.” Dean yelled, plowing into Sam and knocking them to the ground, just out of reach of one of the beams of light. The girl’s face was wet with tears and kind of pale. “She’s hurt.” Dean said, pulling her closer to him and turning her so Sam could see the gash in her side. “She fell.”
Sam felt John’s concern. He was coming toward them. “We need to get under cover.” Sam said, pulling himself up and helping Dean to his feet.
They rejoined their team, just as Rodney did as well, his face red and sweating. A woman raced up to Dean, grabbing at Dangi. “She’s hurt.” Dean said again.
“I am her mother,” the woman said, her fingers tracing over the wound. Dean nodded and handed her off. “She will be fine.”
“What was that?” Sam asked John who made a face.
“Darts, Wraith fighters. They were probably scouts. Means there’s a hive ship in neighborhood, looking to cull.” John scratched at his head and looked around them. “Okay, let’s see what the council wants to do.” He turned them back toward the village center. “You two stick close.”
Dean hovered at the edge of the conversation, his eyes on the sky. Ronon had explained that the light beams sucked the people up into the ships, so that they could take them back to be fed from.
He wasn’t keen on that idea, and he couldn’t really be a part of the conversation, so he watched. Behind him, John and Teyla argued with the village elders about how to respond. Dean held his gun a little tighter, imagining he heard approaching ships.
He could feel John’s bubbling frustration. Obviously the village elders didn’t want his help. Dean glanced over his shoulder. John’s face was pissy and pinched. “Back to the gate. Ronon, on point.”
All around him the village was gathering belongings, heading off to some hiding place in the hills south of them. “We’re just leaving?” Dean asked, walking at John’s side.
“They don’t want our help.” John said.
“What’s going to happen to them?” Sam asked, looking over his shoulder at the retreating villagers.
“With any luck they’ll make the caves before the hive shows up.” They reached the top of the ridge and Ronon was dialing the gate. It connected, just as more ships started zipping overhead. “Run.” John pushed them and they set off running for the gate, sprinting through. “Shut it down.” John yelled as he stopped beside Dean. “Shit.”
“Colonel Sheppard?”
“Wraith darts showed up. The villagers headed for the caves.”
“Any reason to believe it had something to do with our being there?”
John shook his head. “No. Looked like scout ships looking for a culling.”
“Other systems in the area have been culled recently.” Teyla said.
Dean unbuckled his gun. He was annoyed. Obviously they had better weapons than those villagers, and they could have fought off the Wraith. Instead, they’d run like cowards and left the villagers to die. Dean didn’t want to stick around and listen to them rehash the bogus reasons why. He handed off his gun and stormed away, heading for his room, unzipping his vest as he went.
“Hey.”
Dean didn’t stop, even when Ronon’s hand descended on his shoulder. “Stop.”
“No.” Dean swiped his hand over the door mechanism and pulled away from Ronon.
“Nothing we could do.” Ronon offered, following Dean into the room.
“Whatever.”
“You’re pissed.”
Dean pulled his vest off and threw it onto the bed. He was pissed. “I don’t like it.” He paced a little, shaking his head.
“They had a good head start. They’ll be fine.”
“You don’t know that.” Dean felt the anger building. “You can’t tell me those kids are safe right now.”
Ronon crossed his arms and leaned on the wall. “No. I can’t.”
“And you’re okay with that?”
“We do what we can, Dean.”
“Don’t give me that shit.”
“Okay, I don’t like it either.” Ronon pushed off the wall and stalked toward him. “But it doesn’t help to get angry about it.”
“No? What does?”
Ronon crowded him up against the dresser. “Working off the anger.”
Dean swallowed. “Got something in mind?”
Ronon leaned in close. “I’m wondering if it’s just your brother who likes it rough.”
Dean raised an eyebrow. “Rough?” He reached for the bigger guy, grabbed a handful of dreadlocks and dragged him closer. “I give as good as I get.”
“Wouldn’t want it any other way.” Ronon responded, his own big hand fisting in the back of Dean’s collar. They grappled for a few seconds, each trying to get the upper hand before Ronon won, his mouth closing over Dean’s, his tongue pushing into his mouth.
Dean used his distraction to get a foot between Ronon’s, kicking the back of one knee and dropping him. Dean followed, falling on top of Ronon and straddling him, pressing their groins together. Ronon was already hard, and Dean wasn’t far behind.
Dean had both of his wrists and was trying to maintain his leverage, but Ronon got them rolled and he rubbed his cock against Dean’s until Dean groaned. “You’re easy.” Ronon said with a laugh, pulling at Dean’s shirt.
“But I’m not cheap.” Dean responded, reaching for Ronon’s pants. He got the laces loose and stuck his hand in side, grabbing and squeezing.
“Yeah?” Ronon was panting, struggling with the zipper on Dean’s pants.
Dean could feel John’s response to the intensity of his arousal, and Sam…and they were both coming toward them. “Come on. Faster.” Dean lifted his ass as Ronon got his zipper down, urging him on.
Ronon’s hand fisted around Dean’s cock, pulling as Dean hissed. “That all you got?” Dean asked, pushing up into Ronon’s hand.
“Fuck.” John’s voice slid into the room, even as Dean felt him and Sam at the door.
Dean’s pants were around his knees and Ronon was pressing his knees up to his chest. Dean got a good impression of how it looked from John. “Come on.” Dean growled, his hands closing on Ronon’s hips and pulling him in.
Ronon growled too and fucked into Dean hard, his face scrunched up with the effort. John was panting, and Dean got the feeling that Sam was unzipping him. He angled his head to get a look. Sam was behind John, his back to the door, his hand down John’s pants. Dean gritted his teeth and angled his hips into Ronon. His own cock twitched with the echo of Sam’s hand on John’s.
Long before he was ready for it, Dean was coming, cussing and grabbing at Ronon. He wanted more…he wanted harder and longer and just…more. Ronon roared as he came, and pulled out of Dean.
John was leaning back against Sam, Sam’s eyes met Dean’s over John’s shoulder. Dean pushed himself up, crawling over the floor, Ronon’s come oozing from his ass. He took John’s cock from Sam, sucked it into his mouth. John hissed and Dean saw his hand was behind him, between him and Sam.
Sam’s eyes rolled closed and John thrust forward, coming quick and hard. Sam yelled as he followed along, his cock still in his pants.
“Feeling better?” Ronon asked as Dean set about trying to get his pants back up.
Dean looked at him and slowly shook his head. “I’m just getting started.”
Title: Don't Think We're in Kansas, Chapter 8 (Previous Chapters found Here)
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter) Dean/Ronon, John/Sam, John/Dean, Teyla, Rodney, Elizabeth
Word Count: 2483 (this chapter)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sam and Dean get their first off-world mission. Dean is less than pleased with how it turns out. This leads to angry sex with Ronon.
A/Ns & Warnings: This is a bunny "given" to me by denyce. I don't know if she knew what she was getting into. Um. So...warnings. This is a slave fic. This is Dean slave fic...nothing like the OTHER slave!Dean fic. This is new and different. This will involve dubious on, and kinky, kinky sex. This chapter is short, but it's been sitting on my hard drive forever and I just can't seem to make it hotter. Sorry~
“I think I like this.” Dean said, turning to admire himself in the mirror in Sam’s room. Sam snorted and finished lacing up his boots.
“Never pictured you in a uniform.” Sam said, crossing to stand beside him. They were both decked out in standard Atlantis uniforms, less weapons that they would pickup on their way to the gateroom.
“Dad would flip.” Dean smirked and turned to run a hand down Sam’s shoulder.
“John’s brain is going to short circuit when he sees you in this.” Sam whispered, tugging Dean in to kiss lightly.
“He’s just going to have to learn to control himself, won’t he?” Dean turned back to the mirror, grinning at Sam.
Sam rolled his eyes and turned toward the door, only to find Ronon standing in the doorway. “Sheppard sent me to find you.”
Dean frowned at the big man. “Why don’t you have to wear the uniform?”
Ronon grinned. “Because I look better in leather. You ready?”
Sam nodded. “Yep, let’s do this.”
The three of them headed for the control room, where the rest of the team was waiting with Elizabeth. “Now, let’s see if we can handle a quiet diplomatic mission without coming back married or with any more slaves, or…you know, dead.” Elizabeth said with a smirk as Teyla handed weapons over to Sam and Dean.
“I have never come back from a mission married.” John said defensively.
“Dial the gate.” Sam watched as Elizabeth backed off and the lights around the gate lit up. He blew out slowly as the gate wooshed to life, then John was headed toward the ring of water and this was it.
Dean was nervous beside him…not as bad as if they’d been in a jumper, but nervous. Who knew what waited for them on the other side? Sam took a deep breath and followed Dr. McKay’s back, hesitantly stepping through the ring.
It tingled and Sam was slightly disoriented on the other side. He stepped clear and dragged in a breath before raising his eyes to look around them. They might have stepped off a plane in New Mexico.
The ground was red dirt and rock, with scrub brush dotting the landscape and a wide trail leading away from the gate and over a ridge. Dean’s hand touched his arm and Sam felt him trying to shake off the effects of his own nervousness. “That was different.”
“Come on you wuss.” Ronon clapped Dean on the shoulder and pushed past them.
Teyla paused to make sure they were okay. “The village is not far, over the ridge. The people here are very friendly.”
“Right, like the Sagare.” Dean muttered.
They set off to follow Ronon and Sheppard.
“Why are we here again?” Dean asked as they topped the ridge and looked down at a village that seemed to come from the stone age. Stone huts with thatched roofs, children running around in next to no clothes.
“Food. We offer medicines in exchange for foraging rights. They have these fruits…maga…manga….” John gestured at Teyla.
“Margalo.” Teyla said. “It is a plant that grows in the dry climate, produces a water-rich fruit. It is very potent. A single fruit can sustain a grown man for two days.”
“Makes a great pie too.” John added. He raised a hand in greeting as two people came out of the village toward them.
“And they needed you to do this…why?” Dean asked.
“Colonel Sheppard is well liked by the people here.” Teyla offered.
Sam felt a surge of arousal from Dean. “Do they all look like her?” Dean asked as a woman joined the two men speaking with John. She was topless, though her dark hair covered most of her naked breasts. Sam grabbed his arm as Teyla rolled her eyes and headed toward John.
“Down boy.” Sam said with a smirk. “Diplomatic relations, not a booty call.”
“I can be diplomatic.” Dean protested.
Sam chuckled. “Yeah, that’s diplomacy I’m feeling.”
“What? Just because I’m okay with the guys doesn’t mean I don’t still want the girls.” Dean said, his eyes wandering the other people in the village.
“Dean, our first mission. Keep your dick in your pants.”
A leather ball came hurtling toward them from out of a group of kids, stopping at Dean’s feet. Two of the kids approached slowly, a little shyly. Dean scooped the ball up and stepped toward them. “This yours?”
The little girl smiled toothlessly up at him, her eyes sparkling. “You’re new.”
Dean grinned. “Yes, me and my brother here are just joining Colonel Sheppard’s team.”
“You’re very pretty.”
Dean blushed bright red and handed her back the ball. “You are too.”
“Do you want to play with us?”
Sam watched as she took his brother’s hand and led him off to the group of kids. He shook his head and turned to see Ronon watching, his arms crossed. “Huh. That’s Dangi. Normally its me she wants to come play.” Ronon said.
“She thinks Dean is pretty.” Sam said.
“Well, she has good taste.” Ronon responded.
“So…what next?”
Ronon rolled his eyes. “Sheppard and Teyla negotiate. Rodney’s fixing a generator we gave them. We wait.”
Sam sighed. “Dr. Wier wasn’t kidding when she said a safe mission.”
“What’s the matter? You bored?”
Sam rolled his eyes. “I just…expected more.”
“I could show you around.”
“Yeah?”
Ronon shrugged. “Not much to see.”
“Better than standing here watching Dean play with the kids.”
Ronon was right that there wasn’t much to see. There was the village itself, a graveyard…of sorts. Apparently the people’s funeral rites seemed to consist of laying out the bodies for the animals and elements. It made him twitch to see so many bones laying open.
Sam stood by a marker that seemed to list the names of the dead, staring at the bones stretched out around them. “They just…leave them like this?”
“Weird, huh? They believe that it allows their souls to journey to the afterlife.”
Sam nodded and squatted next to the nearest remains. “Where I come from this is a recipe for a haunting.”
“You really believe in ghosts.” Ronon said, as if he’d thought all along that they were joking about the ghosts.
“Well, when you’ve had your ass kicked more than once, you tend to start believing.” He sighed and stood. “The ghosts aren’t as bad as other shit though.” He dusted his hands and looked back the way they’d come, toward the village. He was feeling decidedly antsy. Something was…not right. “We should…head back.”
Before he could say anything else, three ships raced over head and screaming could be heard. He and Ronon took off at a dead run. The village was in disarray, people screaming and running, mothers scooping up their children. Teyla and John came running at them.
“Wraith.” John said when they were close enough.
“Recon?” Ronon asked, his eyes searching the sky.
“Well, they haven’t been here in years.” John said. “Where’s Rodney and Dean?”
“Dean was playing with the kids.” Sam pointed, then set off at a run, his stomach twisting.
“Sam! Wait!” He could hear John calling, but he kept running, had to see Dean, had to know he was okay. Kids ran past him. Sam skidded to a halt when he saw Dean running toward him, the little girl in his arms. Two of the three ships raced over them, beams of light tracking over the ground. Sam blinked as the light hit two of the kids and they disappeared.
“Get out of the way.” Dean yelled, plowing into Sam and knocking them to the ground, just out of reach of one of the beams of light. The girl’s face was wet with tears and kind of pale. “She’s hurt.” Dean said, pulling her closer to him and turning her so Sam could see the gash in her side. “She fell.”
Sam felt John’s concern. He was coming toward them. “We need to get under cover.” Sam said, pulling himself up and helping Dean to his feet.
They rejoined their team, just as Rodney did as well, his face red and sweating. A woman raced up to Dean, grabbing at Dangi. “She’s hurt.” Dean said again.
“I am her mother,” the woman said, her fingers tracing over the wound. Dean nodded and handed her off. “She will be fine.”
“What was that?” Sam asked John who made a face.
“Darts, Wraith fighters. They were probably scouts. Means there’s a hive ship in neighborhood, looking to cull.” John scratched at his head and looked around them. “Okay, let’s see what the council wants to do.” He turned them back toward the village center. “You two stick close.”
Dean hovered at the edge of the conversation, his eyes on the sky. Ronon had explained that the light beams sucked the people up into the ships, so that they could take them back to be fed from.
He wasn’t keen on that idea, and he couldn’t really be a part of the conversation, so he watched. Behind him, John and Teyla argued with the village elders about how to respond. Dean held his gun a little tighter, imagining he heard approaching ships.
He could feel John’s bubbling frustration. Obviously the village elders didn’t want his help. Dean glanced over his shoulder. John’s face was pissy and pinched. “Back to the gate. Ronon, on point.”
All around him the village was gathering belongings, heading off to some hiding place in the hills south of them. “We’re just leaving?” Dean asked, walking at John’s side.
“They don’t want our help.” John said.
“What’s going to happen to them?” Sam asked, looking over his shoulder at the retreating villagers.
“With any luck they’ll make the caves before the hive shows up.” They reached the top of the ridge and Ronon was dialing the gate. It connected, just as more ships started zipping overhead. “Run.” John pushed them and they set off running for the gate, sprinting through. “Shut it down.” John yelled as he stopped beside Dean. “Shit.”
“Colonel Sheppard?”
“Wraith darts showed up. The villagers headed for the caves.”
“Any reason to believe it had something to do with our being there?”
John shook his head. “No. Looked like scout ships looking for a culling.”
“Other systems in the area have been culled recently.” Teyla said.
Dean unbuckled his gun. He was annoyed. Obviously they had better weapons than those villagers, and they could have fought off the Wraith. Instead, they’d run like cowards and left the villagers to die. Dean didn’t want to stick around and listen to them rehash the bogus reasons why. He handed off his gun and stormed away, heading for his room, unzipping his vest as he went.
“Hey.”
Dean didn’t stop, even when Ronon’s hand descended on his shoulder. “Stop.”
“No.” Dean swiped his hand over the door mechanism and pulled away from Ronon.
“Nothing we could do.” Ronon offered, following Dean into the room.
“Whatever.”
“You’re pissed.”
Dean pulled his vest off and threw it onto the bed. He was pissed. “I don’t like it.” He paced a little, shaking his head.
“They had a good head start. They’ll be fine.”
“You don’t know that.” Dean felt the anger building. “You can’t tell me those kids are safe right now.”
Ronon crossed his arms and leaned on the wall. “No. I can’t.”
“And you’re okay with that?”
“We do what we can, Dean.”
“Don’t give me that shit.”
“Okay, I don’t like it either.” Ronon pushed off the wall and stalked toward him. “But it doesn’t help to get angry about it.”
“No? What does?”
Ronon crowded him up against the dresser. “Working off the anger.”
Dean swallowed. “Got something in mind?”
Ronon leaned in close. “I’m wondering if it’s just your brother who likes it rough.”
Dean raised an eyebrow. “Rough?” He reached for the bigger guy, grabbed a handful of dreadlocks and dragged him closer. “I give as good as I get.”
“Wouldn’t want it any other way.” Ronon responded, his own big hand fisting in the back of Dean’s collar. They grappled for a few seconds, each trying to get the upper hand before Ronon won, his mouth closing over Dean’s, his tongue pushing into his mouth.
Dean used his distraction to get a foot between Ronon’s, kicking the back of one knee and dropping him. Dean followed, falling on top of Ronon and straddling him, pressing their groins together. Ronon was already hard, and Dean wasn’t far behind.
Dean had both of his wrists and was trying to maintain his leverage, but Ronon got them rolled and he rubbed his cock against Dean’s until Dean groaned. “You’re easy.” Ronon said with a laugh, pulling at Dean’s shirt.
“But I’m not cheap.” Dean responded, reaching for Ronon’s pants. He got the laces loose and stuck his hand in side, grabbing and squeezing.
“Yeah?” Ronon was panting, struggling with the zipper on Dean’s pants.
Dean could feel John’s response to the intensity of his arousal, and Sam…and they were both coming toward them. “Come on. Faster.” Dean lifted his ass as Ronon got his zipper down, urging him on.
Ronon’s hand fisted around Dean’s cock, pulling as Dean hissed. “That all you got?” Dean asked, pushing up into Ronon’s hand.
“Fuck.” John’s voice slid into the room, even as Dean felt him and Sam at the door.
Dean’s pants were around his knees and Ronon was pressing his knees up to his chest. Dean got a good impression of how it looked from John. “Come on.” Dean growled, his hands closing on Ronon’s hips and pulling him in.
Ronon growled too and fucked into Dean hard, his face scrunched up with the effort. John was panting, and Dean got the feeling that Sam was unzipping him. He angled his head to get a look. Sam was behind John, his back to the door, his hand down John’s pants. Dean gritted his teeth and angled his hips into Ronon. His own cock twitched with the echo of Sam’s hand on John’s.
Long before he was ready for it, Dean was coming, cussing and grabbing at Ronon. He wanted more…he wanted harder and longer and just…more. Ronon roared as he came, and pulled out of Dean.
John was leaning back against Sam, Sam’s eyes met Dean’s over John’s shoulder. Dean pushed himself up, crawling over the floor, Ronon’s come oozing from his ass. He took John’s cock from Sam, sucked it into his mouth. John hissed and Dean saw his hand was behind him, between him and Sam.
Sam’s eyes rolled closed and John thrust forward, coming quick and hard. Sam yelled as he followed along, his cock still in his pants.
“Feeling better?” Ronon asked as Dean set about trying to get his pants back up.
Dean looked at him and slowly shook his head. “I’m just getting started.”
