The Characters of Stargate Atlantis are copyright to MGM, and to Brad Wright and R.C. Cooper. The following story is meant purely for non-profit entertainment, and no copyright infringement is intended. This story contains descriptions of sexual relations between men, without use of a condom. If this disturbs you, it pretty much serves you right, because there's no way you got here by accident. If you're under the age of consent in your country, shame on you.
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Stargate Atlantis Carson and Ronan
Ronan groaned almost unconsciously as he pressed his forehead against his forearms, as the sharp pain gradually faded out, replaced by the wonderful sensation now emanating from his lower body.
"You okay down there, son?" came Carson's soft Scottish accent from overhead, still sounding concerned.
"Doc, this is the third time you've done this to me this week, and it hurts a lot less than when you cut that transmitter out of my back!"
"It's just that you're still a bit new to this, and I don't want you getting hurt by acting all macho."
"Just shut the hell up, Doc and keep fucking me."
Carson sighed, gritted his teeth, and sank an inch or two more of his broad nine inches into Ronan's ass, feeling the larger man buck slightly as he hit his prostate and slid past it and over it.
Carson would admit that he'd been fairly knocked off his feet when he realised that the big Satedan warrior was flirting with him. Ronan always seemed so stoic regarding his `personal life', meaning of course his sex life; it was an unspoken fact that it wasn't up for discussion, at any time. On one hand it was comforting to know that he wasn't losing his touch; he hadn't exactly been abstinent back on Earth. There had been plenty of guys who seemed to want a piece of him, and he'd had no problem in recognising it, usually tops, who thought they were going to get into the Doctor's beefy ass. It usually ended up being something of an education for them, mostly in not underestimating men like Carson, and on lying still as they were well and truly broken in by the usually so mild-mannered Scotsman. He'd been worried that, since coming to Atlantis, and being left little time for intimate relations, that he'd lost the ability to recognise guarded interest.
He had to admit there'd been nothing guarded about Ronan that first time. He seemed to know exactly what he wanted; it hadn't taken long for Carson to warm up to the idea of sharing his bed with Ronan, but had been prepared for a battle of wills that usually came with military types, and he'd been fairly sure that Ronan would be a top that would need taking down a bit.
Perhaps he was a little rusty after all, because, once he'd got Ronan in his quarters and locked the doors, and after about ten minutes of heavy-duty sloppy kissing and neck biting, Ronan had pushed Carson away, a hungry leer in his eyes, dropped to his knees and proceeded to fish out the Doctor's fat dick from his pants. Carson had then been treated to some of the best oral action he'd experienced for a good long time, as Ronan popped his semi-flaccid cock head into his mouth and nursed it to full-stiffness, before casually sliding it down his throat and massaging the entire shaft with his powerful throat muscles, demonstrating that he'd clearly done this before.
"Phew, you've been holding out on us, laddie!" he'd gasped, as Ronan had pulled off just in time to avoid getting Carson's load either down his throat or in his face. But there'd been a bigger surprise to come when Ronan had got up, shared his spit and some of Carson's own precum with him, then yanked down his trousers and bounced face down onto Carson's bed.
"Lick my ass, Doc. I want that dick up my hole!" he'd growled, making Carson's hairs stand up.
"You ever done this before, sonny?" He'd been amazed when Ronan revealed that he was cherry down there, and it had taken a fair while and a lot of macho bravado on Ronan's part before Carson was all the way inside him, and it had taken some time before he felt Ronan let go and start pushing back against him as his virgin hole was well and truly busted. The next time had been much easier, but he knew Ronan was still covering up a lot of discomfort, but the man was so hot, that Carson found it impossible to hold back for long.
Carson came back to the present as he felt his fat balls press against Ronan's firm sold butt cheeks, and Ronan uttered a long guttural groan as Carson rearranged his insides.
"There, that's it. You've got it all." Carson soothed gently, rubbing his strong hands up Ronan's back.
"Uhhh, you're not wrong there Doc!" Ronan groaned as he shifted his lower body slightly to get more comfortable, thinking it was lucky that Carson wasn't all that heavy "Ahhh, fuck I've needed this so bad today."
"Well, any time you want it," Carson grinned coyly "Don't be afraid to ask." He punctuated this with a very slow pull out and sharp push back in, making Ronan yelp and arch his back.
"Oh yeah, Doc, do that again!" He yelped once more as Carson repeated his action, pulling out a little further this time and thrusting back harder, testing the larger man out, seeing what he could take. He was again surprised when Ronan rumbled in pleasure again and began to swivel his ass around, squeezing Carson with the muscles of his chute.
"Oh my god, son, keep that up and this won't last long!"
"I'd believe that if you hadn't shot up three times the other day!" Ronan smirked, and he slowly rose up on his knees and brought his hands up to brace himself against the wall, preparing for the ride of his life. "No more feeling around and teasing me, Doc, I can take whatever you got. Now slam that big dick up me like you know I want it!"
Carson gave another resigned sigh, much more staged this time, grabbed onto Ronan's hips, and watched as his pale shaft slid slowly out of Ronan's more tanned ass, and then closed his eyes, enjoying the sounds and movements Ronan made as he rammed it back home again, the wet slapping sound of their skin meeting mingled with Ronan's manly grunt, spurring him on as he drew back even further and pounded it back, setting up a gradual rhythm, echoed by Ronan's delightful grunts and yelps. He was amazed by how quickly Ronan had taken to getting fucked in the ass; it was never this easy back home.
"Yeah, fuck yeah Doc keep it up! Yeah, fuck my ass! Yeah, give it to me!" Ronan demanded, getting louder and louder until he was yelling the last word, and Carson had a momentary worry about how soundproof the walls of the city were. Only momentary, mind you.
"Oh fuck, yeah sonny! You love this fat Scottish dick up your arse, don't you, boy?" Carson felt his inner top coming out, as it always did when he snagged a good, vocal and eager bottom "Yeah, should have known you'd be craving this meat since you first got here! Tell me you've wanted it, boy!"
"Oh, yeah Doc, you know I wanted it! Oh shit, don't stop! Oh fuck that's it, give it to me harder!"
Carson didn't need much encouraging. He laid into the big masculine alien man like he loved to, loved breaking the big guys into begging for his dick. Which they always did. Every single time.
Not five minutes later, Carson felt himself about to shoot, and he held on as hard as he could and pounded his load into Ronan's guts.
"Yeah, creaming you up, sonny!" He hollered, slamming in one last time and then holding Ronan against him as tight as he could, making sure it all went in.
"Oh fuck, yeah Doc, do it! Breed me up!"
Carson felt an enormous load pumping up from his balls and gushing out of his cock deep inside the stud below him, making the hot, wet sensation even hotter and wetter. He groaned deep as the last of it pumped out, and then fell down onto Ronan's back without pulling out, wrapping his arms around his broad toned chest, feeling his own chest hair sticking to his skin with all the sweat they'd built up. Ronan caught his breath, and slowly lowered them both down onto the mattress, loving how Carson's weight kept his still semi-hard cock buried deeply up his butt, feeling his own still rampant dick brush the sheets and smear them with his precum. He hadn't cum, but he didn't really care. Fuck, Carson felt good. He knew Carson would see to his cock before too long.
"Fuck, if Sheppard only knew you could fuck like this, I'd probably have to fight him for that dick!"
"Don't even think about it, laddie!" Carson murmured "There's no way I'm getting in bed with Colonel Sheppard! God knows what Elizabeth would say if she found out!"
"Who's going to tell her?" Ronan pressed. He'd only meant it as a joke, but he could feel Carson getting hard again, rapidly, his reawakening dick sliding back up his chute along the lubricant of his last load, which contradicted Carson's firm refusal.
"I said no." Ronan could hear just a slight hint of an edge on Carson's voice, and felt the Doctor squeeze him slightly tighter around the chest.
"You don't fool me, Doc. I know you love busting tops, and John Sheppard's the biggest dog around here. Bet you'd love John Sheppard in here, on his hands and knees on this bed, his pants around his knees, beggin you to stick it to him hard..."
"I think someone's got a little too much time for thinking aloud." Carson cut across him, and he slid his hands down Ronan's tight, lightly furred belly to where his cock jutted out and slid both his hands around the 8 inch shaft, making Ronan groan in spite of himself. "Perhaps somebody needs a bit more..." He slowly drew out and then knocked Ronan into the pillows with the force of his return thrust "...distraction."
All thoughts of Carson mounting Sheppard left Ronan's mind for the moment, as Carson resumed his butt fuck, even more vigorous than before. Only for the moment.
End of Part One.
Hopefully to be continued at some point.