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new fic.ronon/lorne.mature
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Title: none
Characters/pairing: lorne/ronon
Word Count: 367
Rating: Mature
Summary: Lorne and Ronon set after the Episode Sunday (very minor spoiler/don't blink you'll miss it)
Author's Notes: it started out as comment porn for

drkcherry

Ronon flicked his tongue across Lorne’s hole, teasingly, making Evan stretch and push back into him. Ronon worked a hand beneath Evan, cupping his balls and squeezing softly while he repeated his earlier action more slowly.

“John asked me if I had a guy here – “

Evan swallowed hard, levering his elbows beneath him.

“He what??”

Ronon bit a spot near the curve of Lorne’s asscheek.

“Right before that scientist blew up – “

“You mean Dr Hewston – “

“Yeah, that’s her,” he echoed before dragging his tongue across Lorne’s ass again.

Lorne crumpled back onto the bed face down, hands fisting into the sheets as Ronon’s tongue slipped into him again.

“And you’re telling me this now because ---“ he asked, his voice muffled by the mattress.

Ronon lifted his head, nipping at Lorne’s ass again.

“Thought you’d want to know – “ he said, slowly sliding a finger into Lorne.

“Fuuuuck – “ Lorne groaned – burying his face further into the bed as Ronon dragged his finger back out of Lorne’s body.

Ronon drew his knees up beneath himself, his weight easy across Lorne’s thighs. He took the foil wrapped condom that Lorne insisted on for both of them and ripped it open, rolling it onto himself. He always put the condom on before the lube made his fingers slippery and the foil packet impossible to open without the aid of teeth and he hated the taste of the spermacide-lube. Evan moved beneath him, squirming to put pressure on his own cock.

“Don’t worry – “ Ronon soothed as he shifted forward, spreading Evan’s asscheeks and lowering himself onto Evan’s outstretched body.

“About what – “

“He was totally okay with it – “

“With what – “

“This – “

Ronon pushed forward, the head of his cock slipping into Lorne, sliding inside him in a long thrust that had him buried deep. He slid a hand under Lorne, angling his hip up and wrapping his fingers around Lorne’s cock, pulling on it long and slow.

“Wait-a-minute,” Lorne gasped, “okay with you fucking a guy or okay with you fucking his second in command?”

Ronon didn’t answer.

“You didn’t tell him you were fucking me, did you?” Lorne repeated.

Ronon grinned.