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Title: Running, Part Two
Characters/Pairing: Ronon Dex/Lindsey McDonald
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Post Angel, mid season 4ish of SGA. Ronon and Lindsey are running, until they find Sanctuary.
A/Ns: Last Christmas, I wrote Friends are People Who Don't Try to Eat You as a Christmas present for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
koryou on behalf of elebridith, and then there was It's a Start, and then Just In Case...and then there wasThe Kinky One Now...something with a vague attempt at plot. This follows Part One.
"Time to move." Lindsey's voice was low, in his ear and Ronon was instantly awake, despite the fact that he'd only been asleep for two hours or so.
He groaned as he pushed himself up off the cold ground. He was exhausted. Three days of running, with little sleep and little to eat and having to move every three hours to keep ahead of the Wraith was wearing him down.
One glance at Lindsey told him he felt the same. His skin was pale, his eyes dark and shadowed.
Ronon cracked his neck and stretched out his back. "How much time?"
Lindsey shook his head. "Less then a half hour."
"Cutting it close."
"You needed the sleep."
They started for the gate. "Where we going this time?"
Ronon honestly wasn't sure. "We could double back to P3X-451."
Lindsey made a face. "It's cold there."
Ronon grinned. "Oh, I know how to keep you warm."
They stopped in the tree line near the gate, checking the area. It seemed clear. The local inhabitants lived miles from the gate, hidden in underground cities. They stayed clear of the gate, it was forbidden.
Ronon jogged to the gate, dialing quickly. Lindsey was right beside him as the gate came to life and they emerged on the other side in the middle of a snow storm.
"Shit." Lindsey rubbed his hands over his arms. "Seriously?"
"Okay, just hang on." Ronon dialed again, picking an address from memory. He shoved Lindsey toward the gate and followed, into a bright afternoon that felt like spring. "Better?"
"Um, I thought we were staying away from populated planets." Lindsey said, pointing.
Ronon pulled his dreads out of his face and followed his finger. Just past the hill that held the Stargate, he could see roof tops and smoke from fires curling into the pale blue sky.
"Shit." Ronon knew that even if they left right away, the village would be seen by any hunters following them, and reported back to a hive for culling. "They weren't here the last time I was." Granted, that had been at least five years.
"What do we do?"
Ronon sighed. "Well, we at least have to warn them."
"You think that's wise?" Lindsey asked.
"You'd rather leave them to get culled?" Ronon asked, turning back to the dialing device. He pulled out his radio and punched in Atlantis' address. "We're a little late on our check in."
When the gate came to life, Ronon lifted the radio. "Atlantis, this is Ronon."
"About time." Sheppard's voice came back to him. "Where are you?"
"Not sure you have a designation for this one." Ronon responded. "It's a place I'd been before. Things have changed here though. There's a village now."
"Don't stay too long then."
"Any progress?"
"Some. Beckett has an idea. He and Rodney are working on it."
"Work faster, this is going to get one or both of us dead." Ronon glanced aside when he spotted movement, gesturing at Lindsey. "Sheppard, I'll be in touch. I have to go." He put the radio back in his backpack, turning to the spot where he'd seen something moving.
Three men crested the hill and stood looking at them. "Greetings, travelers."
Lindsey moved closer warily, glancing at Ronon. "Hello yourselves."
"You are welcome here."
"You might not say that when we tell you that we're being hunted by Wraith." Ronon said.
The one who seemed to be the leader smiled at him. "It changes nothing. You look weary. Please, come to the village and let us offer you the comfort of a good meal and a bed."
"We only have three hours before they'll know where we are." Lindsey said.
"You will be safe here. Within the confines of the village's boundaries you will not be detected." The second speaker was younger, stepping away from the first with some device in his hand. "Your tracking devices will not work inside the boundary."
Ronon raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "How?"
He smiled and moved toward the gate. "I will deal with the gate."
"Come. Before you fall down here."
They turned to leave and Ronon shrugged. If they were telling the truth, then at the very least they could sleep and eat without looking over their shoulders. He and Lindsey followed down the hill.
"I am Ulvin, and this is my brother Misan."
"I'm Ronon, this is Lindsey." Ronon offered. "You know, I've been here before. You weren't here then."
Ulvin nodded. "We came to this planet three cycles ago. We wanted a place that we could be free of the Wraith and the other enemies that had plagued our people. Since coming here, we have been joined by others, like you."
"Other runners?" Ronon asked.
"Yes, three so far. Please, watch your step, this is the boundary. You might feel some discomfort as your devices are switched off."
Lindsey hesitated, his hand on Ronon's arm. "What do we have to lose?" Ronon asked softly.
He stepped through the invisible boundary. Pain lanced through him from the device, his body going rigid. He was vaguely aware of Lindsey's similar reaction before everything tilted sideways and he passed out.
Everything hurt. His entire body, every muscle, every strand of hair. He groaned, dreading opening his eyes, knowing somehow that it would hurt even worse. It was like every hangover he'd ever had come back with a vengeance.
He tried to remember why it would hurt so bad, got as far as Lindsey waking him up and Ronon sat up, suddenly realizing they should be running.
"Easy." A female voice beside him. Ronon's head felt like it was going to explode as he turned to look at her. "Your friend still sleeps." She nodded toward the other bed where Lindsey was out cold. "You are safe. I have brought you food and water, and something for the pain."
She set the tray on the bed he was now sitting on. "It is dreadful, but it will not last. Once you have eaten, you should sleep more. When you wake, the pain will have eased." She handed him a glass of water from the tray.
He took it and sipped it experimentally. It was just clean water. "Thank you."
"I am Ralla. I was once a runner also. These people took me in."
"It's dangerous." Ronon said, turning to take the bread off the tray.
"Here." She handed him two pills. "Take these before you eat."
Ronon swallowed them down, figuring that if these people had wanted him dead, they'd had ample time to do it, and the pain really was intense.
"I won't tell you I know how the boundary works, I only know that as long as I have stayed inside it, the Wraith have not come."
"How long was I out?"
"Nearly six hours." She turned when Lindsey groaned in the bed across from his. "There is plenty for you both, and here, for his pain." She gave Ronon two more of the pills. "I will return when you have both slept."
Ronon ripped the bread in half and bit off a chunk. Lindsey covered his face and groaned again. "Hurts, don't it." Ronon said.
Lindsey moved his hands and squinted at him. "What the fuck happened?"
Ronon shrugged. "Don't know. We've got food and something for the headache."
Lindsey sat up slowly, still squinting. "How long?"
"Six hours, if the girl who brought this is to be believed."
"And no Wraith?"
"Nope." He handed Lindsey across the water and the pills. "She says they'll help."
"And we trust her because?"
"They haven't killed us." Ronon offered, following the pills with a hunk of bread. "And they're feeding us."
There was some kind of cheese and some fruit on the tray. Ronon moved so he was sitting with his back against the wall and picked up what looked like grapes.
"You okay?"
Lindsey mimicked his position and sipped at the water. "I hurt from head to toe, I'm being hunted by monsters, and we haven't had time to do more than catch cat naps at every stop for the last few days, so I'm horny as fuck."
Ronon chuckled. "I guess that means you're good."
"You think this place is really protected from the Wraith?"
"I think it's not as simple as that. But, for the moment, I say we enjoy it while we can." He was starting to feel the effects of the pills, the pain in his head was receding and his arms weren't as heavy. "We eat, get some more sleep…and when I feel better, I'll see what I can do about that personal problem of yours."
"If I didn't hurt so much, I'd be fucking you into that mattress right now." Lindsey said.
Ronon broke the cheese into pieces and tossed one to Lindsey. "You're going to need your strength."
Lindsey laughed. It was a good sound, one Ronon hadn't heard in a while. They ate in silence for a while, until most of the food was gone. It beat the protein bars Teyla had packed for them.
He really needed to contact Atlantis, if it had been six hours, but the drugs were making him lethargic. He moved the tray to the floor, laying down. A few more hours of sleep would be good. Then he could deal with Atlantis. Sheppard would be pissed, but he'd deal with it.
"Hey."
Ronon opened one eye as Lindsey poked his arm. "Hey, what?"
Lindsey pointed at the door where Ralla was standing. "I have prepared a bath for you, and there will be dinner in a short while."
"Oh." Ronon sat up, surprised to find he felt almost normal. He stood, following Lindsey to the door. Ralla led them down a hall and into a room with two large wooden tubs filled with steaming water.
"There are fresh towels and clean clothes. We will get your own cleaned and have them back to you in the morning."
Once she had withdrawn from the room, Lindsey made sure the door was shut. "So about that fucking you promised me."
Ronon grabbed his shirt and pulled him in close. "What about it?"
"I was thinking, we should get on that…before we have to run again."
Ronon kissed him hard, his mouth surging between open lips, teeth nipping at his tongue. "You've got too many clothes on for that."
"So do you." Lindsey countered, pushing him away.
They both started pulling at clothing until they were naked and charging back at one another in a clash of skin and hands and lips. Ronon got a hand on Lindsey's cock, pulling on it and feeling it harden in his hands. "So easy," he teased.
"So horny." Lindsey countered.
The lube Teyla had put in his backpack was back in the room. Ronon looked around for some substitute, and finding a lotion on the table between the tubs. He reached for it, already slicking his dick as Lindsey turned, grabbing the lip of one of the tubs and spreading his feet out.
Ronon moved in behind him, rubbing his lotion slicked hand up his crack to his hole and easing one finger in. Lindsey hissed and shifted his feet. "Get on with it."
"Now who's being pushy?" Ronon asked, getting a second finger in. "Wouldn't want to hurt you."
Lindsey pushed his ass back at him. "I'll let you know when you do."
Ronon took the hint and pulled his fingers out, even though he knew it was going to burn and hurt all the way in with so little prep. Lindsey hissed again as Ronon guided his cock to Lindsey's hole. He pushed in and Lindsey tightened up for a second, then exhaled and nodded, his ass relaxing.
Ronon grabbed his hips and shoved in hard and fast, making Lindsey gasp and hit the side of the tub with one hand. His first movements were small, barely thrusts, letting Lindsey adjust around him. When Lindsey's hips started moving in time to his rhythm, Ronon pulled out a little and pushed back in.
It had been a while since they'd managed to get off, and that was just a mutual hand job hiding in a tree in a swamp. Ronon wasn't going to make this last as long as he wanted to. He slowed to long strokes, earning a grunt from Lindsey with each one. Even slow though, he was already on the edge and Lindsey's ass clenching around him took the last of his control.
He started to come, pulling Lindsey back onto him as his cock spilled. He stepped back when he was done, leaning on the other tub to catch his breath. Lindsey turned, one hand cradling his hard red cock.
"That looks painful." Ronon said with a grin. Before Lindsey could respond, Ronon dropped to one knee and sucked Lindsey's cock into his mouth, one hand lifting to pull Lindsey's hand away. He worked over it quickly, sucking up and sinking down until he felt Lindsey grab his head to warn him.
He caught all of Lindsey's come on his tongue before sliding up his body and sharing the come, their tongues tangling as their mouths came together.
"You're a dirty fuck." Lindsey said when Ronon had finally ended the kiss.
"Good thing there's a tub of hot water then." Ronon countered, turning away. He sank into the water. Lindsey did the same in the other tub, groaning as the water enveloped him.
"I haven't had a good bath in far too long."
"Enjoy it, may be a while before another."
They soaked until the water was chilling, then got out and dressed in the local clothes Ralla had left for them. Ronon was pleased to find they fit well and were easy to move in.
Ralla was waiting for them when they opened the door. She smiled. "Dinner is ready." She led them back up the hall, passed the door to the bedroom, and out into a common area. A large table dominated the room, set with a feast and surrounded by men and women, two spaces left in the center for them.
Ulvin stood and gestured to the empty chairs. "Come, eat."
Ronon sat, taking a tray of meat that was handed to him and putting some onto his plate. "We want to thank you for the hospitality."
Ulvin smiled. "All are welcome here. We are glad to be able to offer you Sanctuary."
"So, you don't get any Wraith?" Ronon asked, taking a basket of bread and passing it to Lindsey after taking a piece.
"They have come from time to time, but the gate detects their biological signatures and triggers our defenses. The boundary protects us."
"They can not see the village," one of the others explained. "The boundary creates an illusion to the Wraith sensors and eyes. As long as we remain inside the boundary, we are undetectable."
"Wow. That's pretty amazing." Lindsey said, glancing at Ronon. "First I've heard of such technology."
Ulvin nodded. "It is unique to this world. We worked with natural properties of the rocks around us to create it."
"And the trackers? How does that work?" Ronon asked.
"It is also Wraith technology, is it not?"
He had the feeling he wasn't going to get any further information from them than that, so he switched tactics. "I have friends that I need to get a message to."
"You can not leave the village." Ralla said, her eyes wide.
"Ralla, calm yourself." Ulvin chastised.
"What does she mean we can't leave?" Lindsey asked, instantly defensive. "Are we prisoners?"
"It is not that you are prisoners, Lindsey." Ulvin placated. "If you leave the village, your tracking device will be reactivated and the Wraith will be able to find you."
"So we're stuck here?" Lindsey was clearly not comfortable with that idea.
"You are safe here." Ralla countered. "No more running."
"Just hiding." Ronon said. "No offense, but that's not my style."
"I'm afraid we must insist." Ulvin responded. "You are most welcome here, for as long as necessary."
"Our friends are looking for us." Ronon said. "They're working on a way to remove the tracking devices."
"There is no way." Ralla said, her hand snaking up to the back of her neck. "Even here, when the doctor tried, it nearly killed Kasha, my running mate." Her hand fell on the arm of the woman beside her. "We must simply reside here, where we are safe."
"I'm not quite ready to just give up." Ronon said. "So, if I can't leave the village, can I get one of you to take a message to the gate?"
Ulvin nodded. "I can send your message tomorrow."
"Good." Ronon turned his attention to the food in front of him, his mind running over what to say to Sheppard. It would need to be short, and prove to Atlantis that he was actually sending the message.
"You okay with this?" Lindsey asked as Ronon finished writing his message the next morning.
"No. But I'd rather have McKay here to tell me how this technology works before I go running off. Remember the blinding headache, the two days of sleeping?"
Lindsey made a face. "I remember."
"So, we let Ulvin take the message. We stay here where we can fuck all we want while we wait for Sheppard."
He looked down at the note and nodded. "Ulvin's waiting."
They met Ulvin in the village square, handing him the note and Ronon's radio. "Dial this address. When the gate opens, press this button and talk. Say the first line and release the button. They'll respond. Give them this code when they ask you to prove I sent you. Then tell them this line here."
Ulvin nodded. "I press this button to talk, and release to listen. We have similar devices." He offered Ronon a smile. "I will return before the noon meal."
With any luck that would mean that come dinner, Sheppard and McKay would be there, and they would be another step closer to going home.
Title: Running, Part Two
Characters/Pairing: Ronon Dex/Lindsey McDonald
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Post Angel, mid season 4ish of SGA. Ronon and Lindsey are running, until they find Sanctuary.
A/Ns: Last Christmas, I wrote Friends are People Who Don't Try to Eat You as a Christmas present for
koryou on behalf of elebridith, and then there was It's a Start, and then Just In Case...and then there wasThe Kinky One Now...something with a vague attempt at plot. This follows Part One."Time to move." Lindsey's voice was low, in his ear and Ronon was instantly awake, despite the fact that he'd only been asleep for two hours or so.
He groaned as he pushed himself up off the cold ground. He was exhausted. Three days of running, with little sleep and little to eat and having to move every three hours to keep ahead of the Wraith was wearing him down.
One glance at Lindsey told him he felt the same. His skin was pale, his eyes dark and shadowed.
Ronon cracked his neck and stretched out his back. "How much time?"
Lindsey shook his head. "Less then a half hour."
"Cutting it close."
"You needed the sleep."
They started for the gate. "Where we going this time?"
Ronon honestly wasn't sure. "We could double back to P3X-451."
Lindsey made a face. "It's cold there."
Ronon grinned. "Oh, I know how to keep you warm."
They stopped in the tree line near the gate, checking the area. It seemed clear. The local inhabitants lived miles from the gate, hidden in underground cities. They stayed clear of the gate, it was forbidden.
Ronon jogged to the gate, dialing quickly. Lindsey was right beside him as the gate came to life and they emerged on the other side in the middle of a snow storm.
"Shit." Lindsey rubbed his hands over his arms. "Seriously?"
"Okay, just hang on." Ronon dialed again, picking an address from memory. He shoved Lindsey toward the gate and followed, into a bright afternoon that felt like spring. "Better?"
"Um, I thought we were staying away from populated planets." Lindsey said, pointing.
Ronon pulled his dreads out of his face and followed his finger. Just past the hill that held the Stargate, he could see roof tops and smoke from fires curling into the pale blue sky.
"Shit." Ronon knew that even if they left right away, the village would be seen by any hunters following them, and reported back to a hive for culling. "They weren't here the last time I was." Granted, that had been at least five years.
"What do we do?"
Ronon sighed. "Well, we at least have to warn them."
"You think that's wise?" Lindsey asked.
"You'd rather leave them to get culled?" Ronon asked, turning back to the dialing device. He pulled out his radio and punched in Atlantis' address. "We're a little late on our check in."
When the gate came to life, Ronon lifted the radio. "Atlantis, this is Ronon."
"About time." Sheppard's voice came back to him. "Where are you?"
"Not sure you have a designation for this one." Ronon responded. "It's a place I'd been before. Things have changed here though. There's a village now."
"Don't stay too long then."
"Any progress?"
"Some. Beckett has an idea. He and Rodney are working on it."
"Work faster, this is going to get one or both of us dead." Ronon glanced aside when he spotted movement, gesturing at Lindsey. "Sheppard, I'll be in touch. I have to go." He put the radio back in his backpack, turning to the spot where he'd seen something moving.
Three men crested the hill and stood looking at them. "Greetings, travelers."
Lindsey moved closer warily, glancing at Ronon. "Hello yourselves."
"You are welcome here."
"You might not say that when we tell you that we're being hunted by Wraith." Ronon said.
The one who seemed to be the leader smiled at him. "It changes nothing. You look weary. Please, come to the village and let us offer you the comfort of a good meal and a bed."
"We only have three hours before they'll know where we are." Lindsey said.
"You will be safe here. Within the confines of the village's boundaries you will not be detected." The second speaker was younger, stepping away from the first with some device in his hand. "Your tracking devices will not work inside the boundary."
Ronon raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "How?"
He smiled and moved toward the gate. "I will deal with the gate."
"Come. Before you fall down here."
They turned to leave and Ronon shrugged. If they were telling the truth, then at the very least they could sleep and eat without looking over their shoulders. He and Lindsey followed down the hill.
"I am Ulvin, and this is my brother Misan."
"I'm Ronon, this is Lindsey." Ronon offered. "You know, I've been here before. You weren't here then."
Ulvin nodded. "We came to this planet three cycles ago. We wanted a place that we could be free of the Wraith and the other enemies that had plagued our people. Since coming here, we have been joined by others, like you."
"Other runners?" Ronon asked.
"Yes, three so far. Please, watch your step, this is the boundary. You might feel some discomfort as your devices are switched off."
Lindsey hesitated, his hand on Ronon's arm. "What do we have to lose?" Ronon asked softly.
He stepped through the invisible boundary. Pain lanced through him from the device, his body going rigid. He was vaguely aware of Lindsey's similar reaction before everything tilted sideways and he passed out.
Everything hurt. His entire body, every muscle, every strand of hair. He groaned, dreading opening his eyes, knowing somehow that it would hurt even worse. It was like every hangover he'd ever had come back with a vengeance.
He tried to remember why it would hurt so bad, got as far as Lindsey waking him up and Ronon sat up, suddenly realizing they should be running.
"Easy." A female voice beside him. Ronon's head felt like it was going to explode as he turned to look at her. "Your friend still sleeps." She nodded toward the other bed where Lindsey was out cold. "You are safe. I have brought you food and water, and something for the pain."
She set the tray on the bed he was now sitting on. "It is dreadful, but it will not last. Once you have eaten, you should sleep more. When you wake, the pain will have eased." She handed him a glass of water from the tray.
He took it and sipped it experimentally. It was just clean water. "Thank you."
"I am Ralla. I was once a runner also. These people took me in."
"It's dangerous." Ronon said, turning to take the bread off the tray.
"Here." She handed him two pills. "Take these before you eat."
Ronon swallowed them down, figuring that if these people had wanted him dead, they'd had ample time to do it, and the pain really was intense.
"I won't tell you I know how the boundary works, I only know that as long as I have stayed inside it, the Wraith have not come."
"How long was I out?"
"Nearly six hours." She turned when Lindsey groaned in the bed across from his. "There is plenty for you both, and here, for his pain." She gave Ronon two more of the pills. "I will return when you have both slept."
Ronon ripped the bread in half and bit off a chunk. Lindsey covered his face and groaned again. "Hurts, don't it." Ronon said.
Lindsey moved his hands and squinted at him. "What the fuck happened?"
Ronon shrugged. "Don't know. We've got food and something for the headache."
Lindsey sat up slowly, still squinting. "How long?"
"Six hours, if the girl who brought this is to be believed."
"And no Wraith?"
"Nope." He handed Lindsey across the water and the pills. "She says they'll help."
"And we trust her because?"
"They haven't killed us." Ronon offered, following the pills with a hunk of bread. "And they're feeding us."
There was some kind of cheese and some fruit on the tray. Ronon moved so he was sitting with his back against the wall and picked up what looked like grapes.
"You okay?"
Lindsey mimicked his position and sipped at the water. "I hurt from head to toe, I'm being hunted by monsters, and we haven't had time to do more than catch cat naps at every stop for the last few days, so I'm horny as fuck."
Ronon chuckled. "I guess that means you're good."
"You think this place is really protected from the Wraith?"
"I think it's not as simple as that. But, for the moment, I say we enjoy it while we can." He was starting to feel the effects of the pills, the pain in his head was receding and his arms weren't as heavy. "We eat, get some more sleep…and when I feel better, I'll see what I can do about that personal problem of yours."
"If I didn't hurt so much, I'd be fucking you into that mattress right now." Lindsey said.
Ronon broke the cheese into pieces and tossed one to Lindsey. "You're going to need your strength."
Lindsey laughed. It was a good sound, one Ronon hadn't heard in a while. They ate in silence for a while, until most of the food was gone. It beat the protein bars Teyla had packed for them.
He really needed to contact Atlantis, if it had been six hours, but the drugs were making him lethargic. He moved the tray to the floor, laying down. A few more hours of sleep would be good. Then he could deal with Atlantis. Sheppard would be pissed, but he'd deal with it.
"Hey."
Ronon opened one eye as Lindsey poked his arm. "Hey, what?"
Lindsey pointed at the door where Ralla was standing. "I have prepared a bath for you, and there will be dinner in a short while."
"Oh." Ronon sat up, surprised to find he felt almost normal. He stood, following Lindsey to the door. Ralla led them down a hall and into a room with two large wooden tubs filled with steaming water.
"There are fresh towels and clean clothes. We will get your own cleaned and have them back to you in the morning."
Once she had withdrawn from the room, Lindsey made sure the door was shut. "So about that fucking you promised me."
Ronon grabbed his shirt and pulled him in close. "What about it?"
"I was thinking, we should get on that…before we have to run again."
Ronon kissed him hard, his mouth surging between open lips, teeth nipping at his tongue. "You've got too many clothes on for that."
"So do you." Lindsey countered, pushing him away.
They both started pulling at clothing until they were naked and charging back at one another in a clash of skin and hands and lips. Ronon got a hand on Lindsey's cock, pulling on it and feeling it harden in his hands. "So easy," he teased.
"So horny." Lindsey countered.
The lube Teyla had put in his backpack was back in the room. Ronon looked around for some substitute, and finding a lotion on the table between the tubs. He reached for it, already slicking his dick as Lindsey turned, grabbing the lip of one of the tubs and spreading his feet out.
Ronon moved in behind him, rubbing his lotion slicked hand up his crack to his hole and easing one finger in. Lindsey hissed and shifted his feet. "Get on with it."
"Now who's being pushy?" Ronon asked, getting a second finger in. "Wouldn't want to hurt you."
Lindsey pushed his ass back at him. "I'll let you know when you do."
Ronon took the hint and pulled his fingers out, even though he knew it was going to burn and hurt all the way in with so little prep. Lindsey hissed again as Ronon guided his cock to Lindsey's hole. He pushed in and Lindsey tightened up for a second, then exhaled and nodded, his ass relaxing.
Ronon grabbed his hips and shoved in hard and fast, making Lindsey gasp and hit the side of the tub with one hand. His first movements were small, barely thrusts, letting Lindsey adjust around him. When Lindsey's hips started moving in time to his rhythm, Ronon pulled out a little and pushed back in.
It had been a while since they'd managed to get off, and that was just a mutual hand job hiding in a tree in a swamp. Ronon wasn't going to make this last as long as he wanted to. He slowed to long strokes, earning a grunt from Lindsey with each one. Even slow though, he was already on the edge and Lindsey's ass clenching around him took the last of his control.
He started to come, pulling Lindsey back onto him as his cock spilled. He stepped back when he was done, leaning on the other tub to catch his breath. Lindsey turned, one hand cradling his hard red cock.
"That looks painful." Ronon said with a grin. Before Lindsey could respond, Ronon dropped to one knee and sucked Lindsey's cock into his mouth, one hand lifting to pull Lindsey's hand away. He worked over it quickly, sucking up and sinking down until he felt Lindsey grab his head to warn him.
He caught all of Lindsey's come on his tongue before sliding up his body and sharing the come, their tongues tangling as their mouths came together.
"You're a dirty fuck." Lindsey said when Ronon had finally ended the kiss.
"Good thing there's a tub of hot water then." Ronon countered, turning away. He sank into the water. Lindsey did the same in the other tub, groaning as the water enveloped him.
"I haven't had a good bath in far too long."
"Enjoy it, may be a while before another."
They soaked until the water was chilling, then got out and dressed in the local clothes Ralla had left for them. Ronon was pleased to find they fit well and were easy to move in.
Ralla was waiting for them when they opened the door. She smiled. "Dinner is ready." She led them back up the hall, passed the door to the bedroom, and out into a common area. A large table dominated the room, set with a feast and surrounded by men and women, two spaces left in the center for them.
Ulvin stood and gestured to the empty chairs. "Come, eat."
Ronon sat, taking a tray of meat that was handed to him and putting some onto his plate. "We want to thank you for the hospitality."
Ulvin smiled. "All are welcome here. We are glad to be able to offer you Sanctuary."
"So, you don't get any Wraith?" Ronon asked, taking a basket of bread and passing it to Lindsey after taking a piece.
"They have come from time to time, but the gate detects their biological signatures and triggers our defenses. The boundary protects us."
"They can not see the village," one of the others explained. "The boundary creates an illusion to the Wraith sensors and eyes. As long as we remain inside the boundary, we are undetectable."
"Wow. That's pretty amazing." Lindsey said, glancing at Ronon. "First I've heard of such technology."
Ulvin nodded. "It is unique to this world. We worked with natural properties of the rocks around us to create it."
"And the trackers? How does that work?" Ronon asked.
"It is also Wraith technology, is it not?"
He had the feeling he wasn't going to get any further information from them than that, so he switched tactics. "I have friends that I need to get a message to."
"You can not leave the village." Ralla said, her eyes wide.
"Ralla, calm yourself." Ulvin chastised.
"What does she mean we can't leave?" Lindsey asked, instantly defensive. "Are we prisoners?"
"It is not that you are prisoners, Lindsey." Ulvin placated. "If you leave the village, your tracking device will be reactivated and the Wraith will be able to find you."
"So we're stuck here?" Lindsey was clearly not comfortable with that idea.
"You are safe here." Ralla countered. "No more running."
"Just hiding." Ronon said. "No offense, but that's not my style."
"I'm afraid we must insist." Ulvin responded. "You are most welcome here, for as long as necessary."
"Our friends are looking for us." Ronon said. "They're working on a way to remove the tracking devices."
"There is no way." Ralla said, her hand snaking up to the back of her neck. "Even here, when the doctor tried, it nearly killed Kasha, my running mate." Her hand fell on the arm of the woman beside her. "We must simply reside here, where we are safe."
"I'm not quite ready to just give up." Ronon said. "So, if I can't leave the village, can I get one of you to take a message to the gate?"
Ulvin nodded. "I can send your message tomorrow."
"Good." Ronon turned his attention to the food in front of him, his mind running over what to say to Sheppard. It would need to be short, and prove to Atlantis that he was actually sending the message.
"You okay with this?" Lindsey asked as Ronon finished writing his message the next morning.
"No. But I'd rather have McKay here to tell me how this technology works before I go running off. Remember the blinding headache, the two days of sleeping?"
Lindsey made a face. "I remember."
"So, we let Ulvin take the message. We stay here where we can fuck all we want while we wait for Sheppard."
He looked down at the note and nodded. "Ulvin's waiting."
They met Ulvin in the village square, handing him the note and Ronon's radio. "Dial this address. When the gate opens, press this button and talk. Say the first line and release the button. They'll respond. Give them this code when they ask you to prove I sent you. Then tell them this line here."
Ulvin nodded. "I press this button to talk, and release to listen. We have similar devices." He offered Ronon a smile. "I will return before the noon meal."
With any luck that would mean that come dinner, Sheppard and McKay would be there, and they would be another step closer to going home.
