Steven Caldwell was in his office on the Deadalus, staring at the e-mail that was on the screen of his laptop. He knew that this was something that was bound to happen. After all, Evan Lorne was one hell of a good soldier. He was basically the poster child for everything that a soldier should be, so he wasn't surprised when someone from SGC had told him about the Pegasus project and Atlantis. He also wasn't surprised when Lorne had started hinting at wanting to leave the Deadulas but stay in the military. Caldwell leaned back in his chair, letting it slowly rock on the wheels. He knew that he would sign off on the transfer but that didn't mean that he wasn't going to let his major go without a proper send off.
He nodded to himself as he left his office. The good thing about being on a small ship was that you never really had to look all that hard to find any one person. He knew that the newest shipment of supplies for the Atlantis Expedition had arrived, and he also knew that Lorne, being the soldier that he was; was probably already in the loading bay taking note of everything and neatly organizing it. Caldwell tapped his radio. "Major Lorne, come in."
"Go for Lorne." Came the crisp response.
"When you're done with the inventory could you come by my office. I have something that I need to discuss with you." Caldwell smiled as he heard Evan audibly swallow. He hadn't meant to make the younger man nervous but when your superior officer says that there is a matter that needs to be discussed, he knew that he couldn't help but be nervous.
"Yes Sir. Lorne out."
Caldwell just sat back and waited. He knew that Lorne would come, he was never one to disobey a direct order. He smiled as he planned out exactly what he was planning on doing to the younger man.
Lorne, although curious as to what the Colonel could want, forced his mind to focus on the task at hand. He had a suspicion that it had something to do with the transfer request that he had put in earlier that day. He knew that he could have just asked Caldwell for the transfer but that wasn't proper protocol. He needed to have everything in some form of a paper contract just in case he ever wanted to come back.
Evan reflected on his time on the Deadulas. There were a few things that he had learned since his time aboard the ship. He knew that Caldwell had handpicked him out of a long list of hopefuls. He knew that Caldwell appreciated his attention to detail and the fact that he never waited to be asked to do something. He knew that Caldwell also liked the fact that his reports were always on time and legible. However, he also knew that he was growing bored of the monotony. He needed something new. He knew that he had gone as far up the ladder with the ship as he could, without having to be reassigned. He just hoped that Caldwell...that Steven would understand that although he liked what they had; since Steven hadn't made the move to ask him out officially, he had no real choice but to leave. He finished with the inventory, handed off the data pad to the awaiting Captain and made his way to Caldwell's office.
He stood outside the Colonel's door, smoothed down his uniform, squared his shoulders and knocked on the door. He didn't open the door until he heard Caldwell give him permission. As he entered the office, he knew that this was going to be one of those important discussions just by the look on Caldwell's face. Lorne fell easily into a parade rest. "Sir?"
"I know why you want to transfer, you think that you have advanced as far as you can. There are certain things that I want to discuss with you before I send the transfer through." Caldwell got up from behind his desk and walked over so that he was standing directly in front of Evan. "You know what that is, don't you soldier?"
Evan licked his suddenly dry lips, kept his gaze trained on a spot on the wall behind Caldwell's head. "Yes Sir."
"Good. Be in my quarters no later than 2200 hours. Understood?"
"Yes Sir."
Caldwell resisted the urge to touch Evan. He knew that anyone could come by and see them. He settled for nodded. "Dismissed." He watched as Evan turned on his heel and left the room. And if he stared at Evan's retreating back a tad too long no one was there to know.
Evan forced himself to walk calmly out of Caldwell's office and back to his own. Seeing as the transfer hadn't been sent through, this meant that he still had paper work to do. As much as he was curious (and a bit nervous) about what Caldwell could want to discuss with him, he wasn't about to be getting all sloppy with his paperwork now. His mother had always said that if you were going to put the effort into doing something than you best do it right. When Caldwell had asked him if he knew what it was that he wanted to discuss, Evan had replied with a 'Yes Sir.'
Not exactly a lie, but not completely true. The fact of the matter was that Caldwell and Lorne had been doing a weird sort of dance around each other, ever since Lorne had been stationed there. Lorne had always figured that as long as he was under Caldwell's command, that nothing would ever happen. He knew now that this was particularly true. He also figured that Caldwell knew that with Evan's spotless record, he would be able to go anywhere. That being said, Evan was pretty sure that the dance he's been doing around Cladwell was coming to a not so surprising end.
He finished the last of the requisition forms, sent them to Caldwell's in box for approval and shut down his laptop. He figured that he would have time for a quick bite to eat, a shower, and change his clothes before his meeting with Caldwell. He wasn't sure if showing up in civilian clothes would be appropriate, seeing as Caldwell was still his superior, so he decided on a standard issue black t-shirt and a fresh pair of BDU's. After all is said and done, he had about 20 minutes to spare, to get down to Caldwell's quarters. He knows that he won't take the entire time but he also wouldn't want to leave the Colonel waiting.
Caldwell, on the other hand, is taking his time. He knows that there is a lot that he wants to do to this man. And he knows that they probably won't get completely through his list. But that's alright, he just wants to make sure that Lorne knows, that if things don't go as planned on Atlantis, or if he decides that he wants to come home, there will always be a home to come back to. He knew that he had screwed things up with his ex-wife, but choosing to be home less and less and he knows what it feels like to have nothing to come back to. But he'll do his best to make things different for Lorne. He could lie and say that this was all one-sided, that it was all in his fucked up brain. But the truth of the matter is that he was wanted Lorne since the minute he boarded the ship. And he knows that this is his absolute last chance to get that.
Ten minutes early there is a knock on his door. That doesn't surprise him, he has never knew Evan to be late for anything. He opens the door and allows Lorne to walk in on his own steam. The whole reason for that was he was giving him one last chance to say that this isn't what he wanted and that this whole thing was a mistake. Lorne just enters the room, once again standing at parade rest, like he's waiting to either be inspected or given an order.
Caldwell stands in front of him. "Strip."
Evan doesn't seem surprised, nor does he take his time. He stripped quickly and efficiently, making sure to fold his clothes neatly on the chair by Caldwell's desk. He goes back to standing at parade rest. Caldwell chuckles as he realizes that Lorne is acting as though this happens to him every day. That makes him wonder what boot camp Lorne had gone to. Caldwell walks around him,placing a hand on his shoulder, running down his arm, stopping at his hip and running it across his ass to the other wrist and back up the other arm. He places a hand on his chest as he steps forward. He kisses his neck, while tweaking a nipple. He loves the breathy moan that Lorne can't keep to himself.
"Very nice." He pushes Lorne to walk and stops him when he gets to the bed. "On the bed, hands and knees." Steven enjoys the way his muscles move under his skin as he does what he is instructed to do. Evan is thrumming with anticipation. Once in position, he lets his head fall between his arms as he feels Caldwell part his cheeks, he knows that he is blushing. He can't hold back the moan as Steven puts a wet sucking kiss right on his hole. "Before tonight is over, I'm going to fuck you, but you already know that. Don't you?"
"Yes Sir." His head is still down.
"And you're going to be the good little soldier that you are, and let me. Aren't you?" As he talks, Lorne can hear the click of the tube of lube as a slick finger ghosts around his hole.
"Yes Sir." It's a whisper.
He tenses slightly at the intrusion of that finger as it slowly sinks into his hole, then slips out and is joined by another, then a third. When the third one is added, Lorne can't help but feel stretched and he tenses. This isn't quite how he imagined things going. He's not surprised by them. Not by the way that Caldwell had looked at him the first time. He can feel the sweat prickling at his hairline and down his back. As Caldwell is slowly fucking him with his hand, he arches his back when the Colonel hits something inside of him that makes him see stars. It's better than flying. He feels himself blush again as Caldwell chuckles at him.
"You've never done this before, have you?" There is amusement in his voice. Although if Lorne could see his face he would know that he was watching where his fingers were disappearing in and out of Lorne's body.
Evan shook his head. "No Sir," he quickly corrected himself as Caldwell had delivered a smack to his ass with his other hand.
Steven decides that they have played around long enough. As he slows the movements of his hand, he tries to figure out how he wants to do this. He knows that he is going to make sure that Evan is well and thoroughly fucked but he also knows that he wants the Major to realize that he will always have a place on the Deadulas, should he ever want to come back. There is no way that he wants to scar him for life or make him think that he has done something wrong. He leans down and kisses the base of Evan's spine, enjoying the way that the younger man shivers. "Up."
Evan doesn't hesitate to follow the order. He gets up on his knees and turns around, watching Caldwell's every move. Caldwell is undressing,making sure that he never breaks eye contact with Lorne. Steven may be older, but he has taken very good care of his body and he knows that he has nothing to be ashamed of. He lays on the bed, motioning Evan to come to him. For the first time since they started Evan looks unsure as his eyes dart down to Caldwell's erect cock. It's thick and Evan briefly wonders how that is going to fit inside him.
"It's okay. I know what I am doing. Trust me." He gently guides Evan so that Evan is straddling his hips. His hole is just above Caldwell's cock, they are so close that Evan can feel the heat from it. He can't help the blush that spreads across his features. Caldwell takes a hand and traces Evan's jawline with it. "So pretty. Take a deep breath and let it out slowly."
Evan nods and does as he told. As soon as Caldwell feels him inhale, he puts both of his hands on Evan's hips and slowly starts to push him down on his cock. Evan's eyes squeeze shut as the head of Caldwell's cock pushes past the first ring of muscle, making Evan's body tremble and accept the intrusion. Evan's thighs are shaking, the muscles in his abdomen are trembling and his breath is coming out in harsh pants.
Steven waits until he is about half way in and stops. He knows that Evan is speared open on his cock and with the grip that he has on the younger man's hips, there is no way that Evan can move up or down. He is stuck exactly where he is, as he is. He gently taps Evan's hip until he opens his eyes. "You need to relax your breathing. Just take a deep breath and let it out slow. The quicker you breath-"
Evan finished the sentence for him, "The more tense my muscles will get, the more tense they get, the more that this is going to hurt."
Steven caressed the smooth skin of Evan's hip. "That's right. I don't mind if you cry," Evan scoffed, which Steven ignored. He knew that Evan had never done anything like this before, he was well aware that the major would be unprepared for how overwhelming it could feel to have another man's cock inside your body. "And you will. But I won't have you hurting yourself. Is that understood?"
Evan nodded. Steven cocked an eye brow as he lifted his hand from Evan's hip and pinched his nipple. Evan gave a sharp intake of breath, "Yes Sir."
Steven didn't start moving again until he felt Evan relax and manage to get his breathing into a reasonable rhythm. He slowly resumed his entry into Evan's body. He had fucked virgins before, so he knew how tight they could be, but this was total bliss. He was just on the right side of almost painful, and he heat was searing. But as Steven started moving in a slow rhythm, letting Evan get used to it, he knew that the other man was going to be beautiful when he came. In a space of time that was either too long or not long enough, he could feel Evan's muscles start to clench around him, and he was making these desperate little whimpers as he was moved up and down.
"What do you need Evan?" Even as he asked he was slowly stroking Evan's cock,which was an angry shade of red and was fully erect. Evan's breath stuttered every time he would thumb the slit, while pressing the head of his cock against his prostate. He loved seeing Evan like this, with Steven not moving much, Evan would move on his own,up and down and up and down. All the while making those delightful little noises that he knew, Evan would never admit to making.
"I need..." He moaned at a particular harsh hit to his prostate.
"What was that Major? I couldn't hear you."
Evan licked his lips and tried again. "I need to come. Please Sir?"
And did the begging go straight to Steven's cock. He knew that Evan would beg so pretty. He let go of Evan's dick and Evan whimpered. The Major had moved his hands to his cock only to have them pushed away.
"No touching. You are going to come on my cock, or nothing at all. Understand?" Steven made sure to keep his voice stern.
Evan put his hands on Steven's chest to brace himself but also so that he wouldn't touch himself. "Yes Sir."
"That's my good soldier." With that Steven had tightened the grip that he had on the other man's hips. He wanted to make sure that when he was getting dressed, he would see the bruises on his hips and remember who put them there. He began really fucking into the other man's body, watching as his cock bounced with every hard thrust. By the time that he was ready to come, Evan was moaning, although there were tears in his eyes. "Evan?"
"I don't know...it's good...it's bad...I want it to stop...I never want it to end." Evan's normally blue eyes were nearly black.
Steven chuckled, he knew that he could make the younger man cry and it wouldn't necessarily be out of pain. "I told you that you would cry. Are you ready to come?"
"Oh...God...Yes Sir." He was really riding Caldwell's cock now. His muscles were clenching and his hole was fluttering around his cock. Caldwell smiles as he delivered on final hard thrust to the abused prostate, and watched as Evan stilled, mouth open in a silent scream as he spilled his release on his and Caldwell's stomachs. With the tightening of his inner muscles, squeezing his cock so nicely,Steven followed soon after.
He waited until Evan was practically slumped on his chest before allowing his cock to slip out of that gorgeous body. He wiped the sweat soaked hair from Evan's forehead. He was going to miss this boy. He gently pushed Evan on to his side, who was completely limp, in the way only really good sex could make you. He got up and retrieved a pre-warmed wash cloth from the bathroom. He cleaned Evan up first, making sure not to hurt his sore little hole, which had almost completely closed, as though warning Caldwell to stay away. Then he tossed the wash cloth in the hamper, went back to the bathroom and cleaned himself up,before crawling back into the bed, pulling his blanket over both of them.
The next morning Evan wakes up in a bed that he knows does not belong to him. He feels odd, loose limbed but sore in places he didn't know that he could be sore. He turns in the bed, and slowly gets into a sitting position, hissing at the soreness of his ass. There's a bottle of water on the night stand with his name on it and a note. He drains the bottle in three long pulls, then gets up. He debated on a shower but decides that he'll wait until he's in his own quarters for that. He dresses and leaves Caldwell's room.
After he's dressed and back on duty, there's a click in his ear from his radio. "Go for Lorne."
Caldwell smirks at the easiness of his voice. "Major, when you have a minute meet me in my office."
"Yes Sir." He has to use every trick that he knows not to smile, remembering the last conversation that they had when Caldwell had insisted that they meet in his office. He doubts that it will be one of those meetings. As he knocks on Caldwell's office door though, he isn't so sure. The windows are dark.
"Shut the door behind you Major." Caldwell is sitting in one of the chairs that are facing the door, rather than behind his desk. Lorne does as told and stands at parade rest as he waits for Caldwell to speak. He knows (or at least thinks he does) what this is about when Caldwell spreads this legs and points to the floor between them.
At first Lorne is shocked. They are in his office, during on duty hours, anything could happen. Then he remembers that no one can see in and the door is locked. Caldwell isn't stupid, and he would never jeopardize Lorne's hard earned career. So Lorne mentally shrugs, closes the distance between then and kneels on the ground in the space indicated. He has his hands clasped behind his back and is looking at Caldwell through his lashes, and Caldwell thinks that he has never seen anything more beautiful in his life.
He runs his thumb across Evan's bottom lip, and Evan opens his mouth to caress it with his tongue. Steven slips his thumb inside the warmth of Evan's mouth as he pushes it in and out of those lips. With his other hand he is undoing his pants until his cock is free. He slips his thumb out of the major's mouth. With one hand he holds the back of Evan's head, with the other he guides his cock into the waiting heat. Evan obediently wraps his lips around the hot flesh that his pushing into his mouth. Once Steven is as far in as he can go, Evan starts to slowly work his mouth up and down.
The older man groans. The hand that is around the back of Evan's head isn't pushing or guiding him, it's just holding him. "Look at me."
Blue eyes look up through thick lashes. His mouth is obscenely stretched around the large cock filling his mouth. There is a little bit of drool escaping the side of his mouth as he still works his mouth up and down,while never breaking eye contact.
Caldwell's hips are thrusting shallowly. "I signed and sent your transfer papers this morning. You are being transferred to Atlantis." Lorne smiles around the cock in his mouth. "I want you to understand that this is not a one way trip, if it's not going well, if it's not what you thought you wanted or you just need a break, you come back. That's an order. Understand?"
Lorne hums his agreement. The vibrations cause Steven to shoot down Lorne's throat. He slowly pulls out of the majors mouth, watching as he cock slips out from swollen and spit slick lips. He thought that Lorne couldn't look more beautiful if he tried. As Lorne gets up and walks out of his office, Caldwell sighs.
Yep. He's going to miss that boy.