"I think it's about time for us to go," Carson said after finally finishing his first and only beer. "It's getting late, and John and I have to TA first thing in the morning." Not waiting for Sheppard's agreement, Carson stood up and held a hand out to Ronon. "It was nice meeting you."

John pushed his friend's hand down. "We can wait a few minutes, right?"

Beckett hesitated a moment before answering, "Aye, I suppose."

"Good," Sheppard gave his best smile. "I'm going to go to the bathroom, and when I get back we can go." He glanced at the sex god before leaving their table.

Moments later, John stood in front of the sink in the men's room. Since there was no mirror, he didn't notice he was no longer alone until an arm pulled him against a warm chest. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see the now familiar dreadlocks of the giant sex god. The image of a hunter popped into John's mind when he thought about how quietly Ronon had approached.

"Sadly," John leaned his head back, "we have to make this quick or Carson will come in here looking for us."

"Then let's get started." Ronon licked the side of John's neck, then pulled the latter into the first stall and closed the door.

Ronon positioned his companion's hands flat on the wall on either side of his head. A gesture that made John feel almost defenseless…not an unpleasant feeling.

The next thing Sheppard knew was that his pants were open, and loosely hanging on his hips. His breath caught in his throat when Dex wrapped his hand around the base of John's penis and squeezed.

John sighed as he automatically thrust forward.

"You like." The simple statement of fact was accompanied by a nibble on John's ear.

Honestly, John knew he'd never stood a chance against the sex god; knew that the sex god would outdo any other man in existence. But even with that prior knowledge, what Ronon was doing to John went beyond description. Sure, John and Rodney had had plenty of sex while they dated, but there was something about Ronon's hands. His voice. His intense expression that said more than the actual man ever would. All of it added together to make an experience that Sheppard's time with McKay couldn't even be compared to.

And suddenly, John couldn't help but wonder what the sex would be like. Not just a little fun in the public bathroom, but real sex. However, John knew that wasn't going to happen. Fighting off the sadness that followed that thought, he closed his eyes and let himself feel Ronon's hands on him, caressing him.

But despite the wonderful contact, there was something wrong with the situation. John couldn't cum alone; he needed Dex to cum with him. Turning, he opened Ronon's pants and matched each one of the giant's strokes.

So close. John could feel himself standing at the edge. He looked up at the sex god, and lost all control in those intense eyes. The eyes that mirrored his own bliss.

Leaning against the wall, John watched Ronon. The both of them were catching their breath, though Sheppard noticed that the sex god didn't seem to be as winded.

"Um..." John's forehead wrinkled, "Carson will be waiting for me."

Immediately, Ronon's expression hardened as he released John.

"Thanks. I…it was…"

"Fun."

Sheppard wasn't entirely certain what it was about the way Dex said that, but he knew it wasn't good. Just like he knew he had to get out.