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Entry tags:
All Together Now, SGA/SPN Crossover, NC-17
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis/Supernatural Crossover
Title: All Together Now (Part of the Don't Think We're in Kansas Anymore verse)
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter) Ronon/Sam/Dean/John
Word Count: 788
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dean and John are fighting, sort of. It's really just a cover for the fact that they can't wait to get behind closed doors and rip each other's clothes off...a fact that is telegraphing to Sam across their technologically induced connection quite clearly. Sam and Ronon decide that they want in on the action too.
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nighean_isis since then.
Sam grins as he looks up from his laptop, catching Ronon's eye and tilting his head toward the door. John and Dean were headed their way, arguing loudly, but Sam could tell that the argument was all for show.
Under all the bluster was an urgent running need. Sam stands and starts pulling off clothes, because it's been a while and all the hormonal bleed through over the connection is riling him up.
Ronon's only a half step behind him, dropping his pants as Sam turns to tangle a hand in his dreads, dragging him closer and moving them toward the bed.
Sam feel's John's response, a mental "guh" that makes him laugh. Ronon's lips latch onto his collar bone as they fall together to the bed, still kicking at pants that are clinging to ankles.
The door opens, Dean yelling something about John's taste in movies or something. His hands are already pulling at his clothes as John turns to lock the door and Dean shoves Ronon off Sam to climb over himself, kissing and nipping while Ronon just turns to helping Dean remove his stubborn clothing.
Sam tilts his head back, offers his neck to his brother's mouth while his hand reaches out for John, sliding up his leg to cup his cock inside his pants. He's hard and there's already a growing wet spot that Sam rubs a thumb over, earning a moan.
Ronon pulls Dean up to finish getting him naked, leaving Sam alone on the bed. John doesn't leave him that way for long, sliding his pants down and stepping out of them before he's straddling over Sam, kissing over his skin.
"Not what I had in mind." John murmurs, images filling Sam's head of John and Dean and cursing and fucking. Sam turns the images around, so it's Ronon and Dean, John and Sam, rolls them so John is under him, making sure the image reaches Dean too.
Sam looks up as the bed moves, finds Ronon is already ahead of him, his hands pushing Dean over so his hands are on the bed, his body already lining up, his hard cock against Dean's ass. "Lube, Sammy." Dean says tightly, holding his hand out.
Sam leans back for the night stand, grabbing the tube and squeezing some out into his brother's hand, watching as Dean reaches back for Ronon's cock, slicking him up before rubbing over his hole too. John's kissing Dean, sloppy tongues and the click of teeth, and Sam's so caught up in watching that he forgets he was supposed to be a part of things until John shoves his ass back at him and his mind very clearly demands Sam get on with the fucking.
Sam squeezes out more of the lube, slicks his cock and turns his slick fingers to John's hole. He strokes over it with one finger, then again, easing the tip inside him. John groans and pushes back, taking more of Sam's finger.
"Sammy." Dean's eyes are sharp, needy as he pulls John to him, making room for Sam to get on his knees behind the colonel. "Want to see."
Sam guides his cock to John's ass, feeling John exhale in preparation and pushing in. John gasps, his back arching. Sam's head fills with needwantnownownow from Dean as Ronon pulls Dean up, nearly standing him at the end of the bed.
John dives in, taking Dean's cock in his mouth, licking and sucking and damn but the sensation from Dean is almost more than Sam can handle. He slides a hand up John's sweaty back, into his messy hair, fisting it and slowing down his blow job. Dean whimpers, his eyes on Sam's as they both feel the intensity of each other's bodies, rocking John between them in more than a physical way.
Ronon's lips find Dean's, open mouth, messy kisses and John groans, seeing it through Sam's eyes. Sam's not gonna last a lot longer, they keep that up and Dean seems to find that amusing, one arm reaching up to pull Ronon closer, making the most obscene noises.
Sam's come explodes into John and he falls back to watch as Dean follows him, filling John's mouth. John falls back on the bed beside Sam, his cock hard and standing, leaking at the tip.
Dean reaches for him, taking him quickly into his mouth as Ronon pounds into him harder. John's whole body comes up off the bed as Dean sucks and Ronon yells as he comes, shoving Dean down to finish John off.
"You two should fight more often." Ronon says, picking up his pants and heading back to the chair where he'd been working on some project before the whole thing started.
Title: All Together Now (Part of the Don't Think We're in Kansas Anymore verse)
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter) Ronon/Sam/Dean/John
Word Count: 788
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dean and John are fighting, sort of. It's really just a cover for the fact that they can't wait to get behind closed doors and rip each other's clothes off...a fact that is telegraphing to Sam across their technologically induced connection quite clearly. Sam and Ronon decide that they want in on the action too.
A/Ns & Warnings: A while back I did a time stamp meme. I have owed this to
nighean_isis since then.Sam grins as he looks up from his laptop, catching Ronon's eye and tilting his head toward the door. John and Dean were headed their way, arguing loudly, but Sam could tell that the argument was all for show.
Under all the bluster was an urgent running need. Sam stands and starts pulling off clothes, because it's been a while and all the hormonal bleed through over the connection is riling him up.
Ronon's only a half step behind him, dropping his pants as Sam turns to tangle a hand in his dreads, dragging him closer and moving them toward the bed.
Sam feel's John's response, a mental "guh" that makes him laugh. Ronon's lips latch onto his collar bone as they fall together to the bed, still kicking at pants that are clinging to ankles.
The door opens, Dean yelling something about John's taste in movies or something. His hands are already pulling at his clothes as John turns to lock the door and Dean shoves Ronon off Sam to climb over himself, kissing and nipping while Ronon just turns to helping Dean remove his stubborn clothing.
Sam tilts his head back, offers his neck to his brother's mouth while his hand reaches out for John, sliding up his leg to cup his cock inside his pants. He's hard and there's already a growing wet spot that Sam rubs a thumb over, earning a moan.
Ronon pulls Dean up to finish getting him naked, leaving Sam alone on the bed. John doesn't leave him that way for long, sliding his pants down and stepping out of them before he's straddling over Sam, kissing over his skin.
"Not what I had in mind." John murmurs, images filling Sam's head of John and Dean and cursing and fucking. Sam turns the images around, so it's Ronon and Dean, John and Sam, rolls them so John is under him, making sure the image reaches Dean too.
Sam looks up as the bed moves, finds Ronon is already ahead of him, his hands pushing Dean over so his hands are on the bed, his body already lining up, his hard cock against Dean's ass. "Lube, Sammy." Dean says tightly, holding his hand out.
Sam leans back for the night stand, grabbing the tube and squeezing some out into his brother's hand, watching as Dean reaches back for Ronon's cock, slicking him up before rubbing over his hole too. John's kissing Dean, sloppy tongues and the click of teeth, and Sam's so caught up in watching that he forgets he was supposed to be a part of things until John shoves his ass back at him and his mind very clearly demands Sam get on with the fucking.
Sam squeezes out more of the lube, slicks his cock and turns his slick fingers to John's hole. He strokes over it with one finger, then again, easing the tip inside him. John groans and pushes back, taking more of Sam's finger.
"Sammy." Dean's eyes are sharp, needy as he pulls John to him, making room for Sam to get on his knees behind the colonel. "Want to see."
Sam guides his cock to John's ass, feeling John exhale in preparation and pushing in. John gasps, his back arching. Sam's head fills with needwantnownownow from Dean as Ronon pulls Dean up, nearly standing him at the end of the bed.
John dives in, taking Dean's cock in his mouth, licking and sucking and damn but the sensation from Dean is almost more than Sam can handle. He slides a hand up John's sweaty back, into his messy hair, fisting it and slowing down his blow job. Dean whimpers, his eyes on Sam's as they both feel the intensity of each other's bodies, rocking John between them in more than a physical way.
Ronon's lips find Dean's, open mouth, messy kisses and John groans, seeing it through Sam's eyes. Sam's not gonna last a lot longer, they keep that up and Dean seems to find that amusing, one arm reaching up to pull Ronon closer, making the most obscene noises.
Sam's come explodes into John and he falls back to watch as Dean follows him, filling John's mouth. John falls back on the bed beside Sam, his cock hard and standing, leaking at the tip.
Dean reaches for him, taking him quickly into his mouth as Ronon pounds into him harder. John's whole body comes up off the bed as Dean sucks and Ronon yells as he comes, shoving Dean down to finish John off.
"You two should fight more often." Ronon says, picking up his pants and heading back to the chair where he'd been working on some project before the whole thing started.