Rodney paused in front of the door, reluctant to open it. It had seemed like a bad idea yesterday when Carson had approached him with an invitation to dinner with him and John. Now it seemed worse. How was he going to sit through a meal, watching the two of them, feeling like a jealous teenager trying to hide his feelings. But of course, it was too late now. Of course, yesterday when it was needed, he hadn't been able to think of any excuse when confronted by Carson's hopeful smile. His brain had turned traitor on him, and he had heard himself stuttering an acceptance. Sometimes, even he couldn't believe how stupid he could be.
So now he was standing in the corridor, trying to compose his thoughts, readying himself to calm his features, when the door slid open without any active control from him. He looked through the opening, and saw John, an amused smirk on his face looking at him, and for the first time, he wondered just how good he was at disguising himself. With a sigh, he entered, but stopped as soon as he saw the table behind John. This wasn't the friendly array of food he'd been expecting, and the other guests he'd assured himself would be there were only conspicuous by their absence. Instead, even as he had these thoughts, the lighting in the room dimmed, so that he was able to appreciate the candlelight coming from the table, set elegantly with a single flower as its centrepiece.
His gaze was confused as he looked from John to the table, and tried to stutter out his excuses. He must have got Carson's invitation confused. He was clearly interrupting the men's plans. He shouldn't have imposed. He stepped back, trying to find the door, but felt his way impeded by a body. Turning swiftly, he found that Carson had somehow appeared behind him and was now standing in front of him, close enough that Rodney could feel his breath. He tried to control himself as he felt his hands on his arm, felt himself led towards the seating area, and heard the soft voice explain that he was meant to be here, it was no imposition, and that although the two men had plans, they most certainly involved him.
Dinner was an awkward affair, Carson had said no more about why Rodney was there, and the scientist was beginning to doubt what he had heard earlier. The contrast between the easygoing conversation and the obvious romantic implications of the environment served to unnerve Rodney, rendering him unusually quiet. Even the teasing remarks from John that would normally have drawn from him a tirade of defensive sniping just resulted in a quiet murmur or shy smile and nod. And the knowing looks he intercepted between the two other men weren't helping matters either. Something was going on here that Rodney couldn't quite put his finger on, and for possibly the first time in his life, he was actually glad to see a meal come to an end.
As soon as they had lain down their cutlery and John pushed his chair back from the table with a contented sigh, Rodney stood up and, with stuttered apologies, began to make his way to the door. Halfway there, he heard laughter behind him and turned to see John and Carson, both with wide grins across their faces, and matching amused twinkles in their eyes. He began to stammer an apology, but was interrupted by Carson,
"It's a good thing we're not only after you for observational skills, Rodney" and, laughing at the start this produced, he came towards Rodney. "I don't know why you ever think you can hide what you're thinking from me, Rodney, you never were any good at it, and you're certainly not improving with practice. But never mind, I've spoken to the Major here, and between us, we've come to a decision. One that I think you'll like."
John came up behind Carson, so that the two men stood facing Rodney, close but not encroaching on his space, allowing him to listen to them. "Will you let us show you what we can offer you, Rodney? I know we need to talk, but for tonight, can you let us play? Nothing too much, just a taste of what we could have" John's head was tilted to one side, his best puppy-dog expression fixed on McKay. Not that it was needed, only in his dreams had he ever heard words like this before, and it took all his self-control to stop himself from collapsing on the floor. Instead, he nodded his head and produced a whimper of "yes".
After that, Rodney lost his ability to follow clearly what was going on. His analytical mind had gone, and he was reduced to a trancelike state, compliant to the wishes of the two other men. He felt hands on his body, stripping him of his clothes and manoeuvring him towards the large bed in their sleeping quarters. He became lost in the sensation as two pairs of hands roamed over his body. Somewhere along the way, all three men lost their clothing and then there was only flesh pressing on flesh, sensation following sensation until he practically collapsed on the bed in John's arms as Caron knelt in front of him. The minutes that followed were both endless and too swift for Rodney to understand. As if to a prearranged plan, Carson and John seemed to know how to tease his body mercilessly, drawing him continually to a peak of excitement and then moving their ministrations just as he felt he could take no more. They drew from him moans and whimpers and cries of pleasure in equal measure. He heard himself begging for release, and then urging them to continue their teasing. Again and again, he felt himself on the edge until he felt John's hand on his needy cock, and knew that he couldn't hold put much longer. Desperate to gain his release and repay the pleasure that racked his body, he felt blindly around him until he made contact with another man's penis and a gasp in his ear told him that he had found Carson. Somehow they had become arranged so that each man was being stroked off by another and the closeness of their bodies and the events of the night became too much for Rodney, and he came crying John's name, dimly aware of two other cries, both voices calling his name, as he closed his eyes and sunk into blissful darkness. Carson looked down at Rodney's face, at the expression he had wanted to see for so long, and then looked across the sleeping body to John. Catching the other man's eye they exchanged smiles, both unable to tear their gaze for long from the blissful expression on Rodney's face as they settled down, one on either side, surrounding him, claiming him as their own.
Rodney awoke and lay on the bed with a grin stretched across his face. He relished the warmth he could feel from the other men's bodies surrounding him. He felt like he belonged, he had found where he needed to be, where he fitted. And with these thoughts and the same blissful look upon his face, he drifted into sleep. So he was completely unaware of the tears running down the face of the man next to him.