Vox Variorum

"Now tell me again, Rodney," Teyla asked as she peered over his shoulder, watching his careful hands on the small earpiece.  "This—device will allow just the four of us to communicate?"

"Right.  See, I've set it up on it's own frequency," he explained.  "Which is in a separate and distinct spectrum from that of the other Atlantis comms."

Teyla picked up her earpiece, turning it over in her hand.  "And you are certain no one else will be able to hear us?"

Rodney turned around.  "Yes.  Um, fairly certain, yes—certain."

She eyed him warily.  "Because if—"

"Relax," Rodney said, "it's going to work great.  We can have so much fun with this."

"But we are already in radio contact with one another.  Why do we—"

His eyes shone.  "Just the four of us," he said, making a passable attempt at impersonating Sheppard's waggling eyebrows.  "Want to try a little test run?"

Teyla nodded.  "Do we not need to wait for the others?"

"Nope."  Rodney beamed.  "I've already calibrated Sheppard's and Ronon's radios to receive this particular frequency—did it this morning before they left," he added, answering her questioning look.  He smiled and brushed her cheek with the back of his hand.

She cocked her head.  "Rodney, what is that look?"

"I think you'll like this."  He looked at his watch.  "I don't have to be back to the lab until—you wanna make a little bet on how fast I can get them back here?"

"But John is briefing Major Lorne's unit," she said.  "And Ronon is in the middle of a training exercise."

"Not for long," Rodney snorted, carefully fitting her earpiece for her and then smoothing her hair.

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"So, I just start talking, telling you—"

"It's like phone sex—oh, right, you have no idea.  Just—just start by telling me what you like," Rodney said tapping his earpiece twice to activate the frequency.  Teyla did the same.

"What I like?" she asked.

"Yeah, or what you'd like to do—when we're all together."

"I like to watch you and John together," she said and Rodney motioned to her in a strange sign language, which she interpreted correctly to mean be more explicit.  "I—I love to watch you fuck John, but I really love watching the three of you, watching Ronon take you as you suck John."

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Sheppard stopped in mid-sentence and cleared his throat.  His eyes grew wider by the second.  He was briefing Major Lorne and a group of Marines in the main conference room prior to that team's mission to M7X-820.  A stab of panic gripped him as he looked around the room.  Blank and impassive faces greeted him on all sides.  Apparently, no one else seemed to have heard – was that even possible?  He looked sideways at Lorne.  The Major asked if he was all right.

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"I watch you sometimes, you and Ronon."  Rodney lowered his voice to the pitch and timbre he only used with the others.  "I love it when you ride his big cock…you just look so hungry for it."  Teyla's throaty sigh echoed through the radio.

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"Sir?" Lorne repeated.  "Colonel Sheppard?"

"Fine," John snapped, then realizing it was Lorne, said, "Uh, thanks Major, fine.  I'm fine."  He continued on with the briefing as a slow trickle of sweat wound around his neck and over his collarbone. 

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Ronon rarely saw the ceiling of the gym, and he didn't much like his current vantage point.  The floor was cool and hard beneath him as he looked up, his eyes wide.  He stared at Lieutenant Stockton's outstretched hand as if it were a disembodied appendage. 

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"I love to see Ronon tease your clit when you ride him, those long fingers—watch him push you over the edge—your body—you're so beautiful when you come.  When he's done, I just want to take you—right then—lick your juices mixed with Ronon's spunk, make you come again."

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Lieutenant Stockton moved quickly to steady Ronon.  "Dex?  You okay?"

Ronon looked around, wild-eyed, trying to locate the voices no one else could hear.

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"Yes, Rodney.  I love your mouth on me, you know just where to put your tongue, just how hard and just how fast I like it."

Rodney whispered, "You feel it, don't you?"

Teyla closed her eyes and breathed a heavy "Yes."

"Good.  Touch yourself," he instructed, his breath quickening.  "God, I'd love to feel your mouth on me right now."  His hand drifted to his crotch, fingers tracing idly over the tightening bulge.

"And I, too, Rodney."

"You too what?  Tell me what you want," Rodney coaxed, watching her hand between her legs.

"I want your hard cock in my mouth."

Rodney's moan vibrated through their earpieces.

"Actually, I would like to suck both you and John while Ronon fucks me."

"Jesus, Teyla," Rodney replied breathlessly, hurriedly undoing his pants.

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Ronon began stowing away his gear, although flinging it would be a more apt description.  "Exercise is over.  Uh, you guys can stay if you like, practice."

Stockton smirked.  "Hey, just because I got in a lucky hit?"

Ronon grunted.  That would never have happened if he hadn't been distracted.  "No, I, uh…just have to go.  Same time tomorrow."  He glared at the Lieutenant.  "I don't think you can do it again," he added as he slung a towel around his neck, picked up his bag and hurried out of the gym.

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John's words were choppy.  He had to think how to put them in the right order as he struggled through what he hoped was the end of the briefing.  Heat burnt a path over his chest and up the back of his neck.  He didn’t know what was going on, but he sure as hell didn't want to miss anything.  "Major, do you think you can handle it from here?"

"Sir?"

"Well, I've gone over the main points.  You can take it from here, right?" he asked again, looking at his watch.  "The Hasai are great people, they'll love you.  I gotta go."

Lorne appeared confused, but nodded his assent.

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John and Ronon met up in the hallway of the recently opened residential section.  The section that housed the suite quarters the four of them shared.  They pulled up short, eyeing one another.  "You heard it?" Ronon asked as they made their way to the door.  John nodded.

There was no one in the room when they entered, but Teyla's moans were loud and clear through their radios.  "McKay?" John called out.  "Teyla?"  Ronon pushed past him and headed for the bedroom. 

Rodney was naked – on his knees, face buried between Teyla's thighs.  Small, delicate hands cradled Rodney's head as her hips undulated beneath him.  She arched into him as her orgasm took her, the sound of their passion filling the air.

John watched Rodney kiss and stroke Teyla's thighs, knowing she needed a little time to come down.  Ronon made his way to the bed, shedding clothes as he went.  Leaning down to her, he pulled Rodney up so they could share a kiss.  Ronon liked to taste Teyla on Rodney, liked Teyla to taste herself.

"Hey," John said from the foot of the bed.  He sounded, as well as looked, like the odd kid out after choosing up sides for kickball.  Rodney turned to him as John peeled off his shirt, chin and upper lip still glistening with remnants of Teyla.  John reached for him, taking his mouth hungrily, tongue darting out to capture it all, exploring every corner of Rodney's mouth, which he gave openly, deepening the kiss with an intensity that had John reeling.

Someone reached for John's belt - a large hand, rough but devastatingly soft and easy when the need arose.  Ronon freed him of his thigh holster, twisted the button of his BDU's and pulled down the zipper.  John stripped them off, tossing them aside as he climbed onto the huge bed they all shared.

He leaned over Teyla and kissed her.  Tipping with the shift of weight, John knew Ronon and Rodney were kissing above them.  He imagined those large hands framing Rodney's face, how Rodney would welcome the rough scratch of Ronon's beard.  They broke apart as he straightened up.

"All right, what the hell was all that?" he asked, his voice somewhere between agitated and incredibly turned on.

"New comm frequency," Rodney beamed.  "Only our four radios are able to tune in.  Surprised?"

"Lieutenant Stockton decked me."  Ronon deadpanned.  "Then he had to help me up." 

Teyla giggled and quickly recovered.  "I am sorry, Ronon," she said still smiling.

"And I was addressing two teams of Marines at the time," John cut in.  "It's a damn good thing everyone was paying attention to my face.  I think the sickly green color kept everyone from noticing my hard-on.  Jesus, what were you two th—"

"That's funny," Rodney interrupted, sliding his hand up the length of John's cock.  "I noticed it right away."  He licked the outer shell of John's ear, making him realize that now was not the time for talking.  John's agitation dissolved into Rodney's warm nakedness as he pushed into that big, capable hand.

"Teyla and I had a bet," Rodney whispered.  "I was going to give you guys thirty minutes.  Teyla said less.  I lost, and know what?  I don't even care."  John groaned and turned his head, seeking Rodney's mouth.

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Ronon pulled Teyla from the bed and wrapped her legs around his waist.  She opened up for him as he kissed her, begging him to continue his oral explorations.  She arched her back and sighed as his warm, hungry mouth mapped her neck and shoulders.  Arching further, she lifted her breasts – an offering which he accepted, lovingly tonguing her taut nipples, rolling them with the tip before sucking them in, and Teyla felt the pull deep inside her.  She rocked into him, her already-slick lips sliding along the hot, hard dick between them.

"Did you mean it?" Ronon asked her.  He nodded at the other two, who had stopped to watch them.  "You want to suck them while I fuck you?"

"Yes," she panted.  "I want you all to climax together.  I want to feel it on me—everywhere."

There were groans all around as Rodney moved across the bed to the pair, stroking along the center of Teyla's back, tonguing the small dimples above her ass while squeezing both lush cheeks.  John swept her hair aside and nipped at the soft, fragrant skin at the back of her neck while Ronon found her mouth again.

Teyla broke away, but kept her eyes on Ronon.  "Now, Rodney.  I am ready."  Ronon laid her down and hovered over her.  They both watched as Rodney pushed John back as well. 

"She wants to watch us first," Rodney explained to John's quizzical look, and Teyla nodded when John turned to her.  He reached across to stroke her body as Rodney took his cock in hand and licked it from base to tip, teasing the head before plunging down over it.

Teyla's gaze was locked on Rodney's mouth as she felt the warm wet of Ronon's tongue separate her outer lips, searching for the sensitive little nub underneath.  Spreading herself wider, she tangled her tiny hand in the mass of hair to pull him closer.  She moaned as he sucked her clit, teasing it gently between his teeth.  The sensation doubled as John mirrored the action – his hand on her breast, rolling a hard nipple between his fingers.  With her senses flooded, the throbbing between her legs had to be satisfied—

"Now!  Please, Ronon," she begged.

As Ronon lifts himself, he pulls Rodney in for another kiss.  John and Teyla watch as Rodney licks the juices from his face before bending down to take Ronon's cock in his mouth.  Teyla shudders at the sight of Rodney's lips stretched around Ronon, sucking him back to full hardness.  She loves the way Rodney lets Ronon hold him and push into his mouth.

Teyla sighs, welcoming the heat as Ronon enters her and starts his rhythm.  She turns at the sound of John's little whimpers and follows his gaze down his body.  Rodney, once again nursing John's cock, lifts his ass, eager for Ronon's fingers.  John strains with the effort to see, the thick cords in his neck pulse as he watches.  

Ronon backs out, pushing two fingers inside Teyla to coat them before reaching for Rodney, and Teyla echoes the groan as she realizes those fingers are pushing inside Rodney at the same time Ronon shoves back into her, his hand moving in time with his cock – fucking Rodney, fucking her.  Like a concert, each one of them has a different part to play, but everyone knows precisely where they are on the page of the score.  The result is a lovely harmony of movement. 

Teyla grows wetter as John leans in and works her earlobe between his teeth.  He moves to her breast at the same time Rodney runs a hand along the back of her thigh.  She looks down her body at the three of them.  Her teammates…her life mates…these men she's grown to love more than life itself.

John looks up.  "You ready for us?" he asks.  She nods, her words kidnapped by the sudden change in Ronon's rhythm.  John grabs Rodney and they quickly move into position on either side of her.  She immediately reaches for their swollen cocks – hard and wet as she strokes them.  John drags one of the pillows forward and slips it behind her neck.

Leaning to him, she licks the underside of John's shaft, twirling her tongue around the head, teasing it as she teases Rodney with her hand.  Ronon grunts out his approval as she turns to the opposite side and swallows Rodney down. 

Teyla seesaws her way back and forth between them until each man has inched closer and closer.  Resting on the pillow, she needs only to turn left or right, mouthing the heavy cocks as they glide over her lips, her neck, her cheeks.  Close enough now to rub both heads together as she bathes them with her tongue.  Rodney's hands tangle in John's hair and John teases Rodney's nipples, their mouths glued together in a desperate and needy kiss that sends shivers along Teyla's spine.

The room is filled with the scent of sweaty, aroused bodies and the sound of heavy breathing - broken occasionally by whispered endearments and filthy encouragement.  Teyla whimpers as Ronon lifts her legs, holding them fast against his shoulder as he rocks into her.  She cries out as his dick drives deeper and deeper with each thrust, exquisite pressure building up inside her. 

Her sticky juices coat her thighs and suddenly she's right at the edge, her clipped, ragged breath loud in her ears as she fights – a futile battle to maintain control while wanting to let go—to fall.  Her eyelids flutter as a hand closes over her breast.  The hot slide of Ronon's cock pushes her closer and closer, the delicious sound of skin slapping against skin falls around the room – all of it narrowing the center of her universe to the wet, pulsing vee between her legs.  She wants to come, wants her lovers to come.

When Rodney circles her clit with a single wet finger, her body goes still.  She's like charged air before an explosion and when he rolls the swollen nub between his fingers, the combustion completes – wave after glorious wave thunders through her, each spasm twisting her, coaxing her shoulders from the bed. 

She goes limp as Ronon finally lets her legs fall.  He pulls out and quickly straddles her slight frame, pulling on his cock until he's shooting onto her stomach, her breasts.  First Rodney, then John follows.  The tactile thrill of their warm release buoys Teyla through the aftershocks, her body still twitching.  She watches as each man milks every last drop – for her, before taking them in turn to lick them clean.  Then, bringing them all together, they share a kiss and the taste of one another.

Ronon carries her to the shower and when they return, Rodney and John have already straightened the bed.  They're sitting on the foot of it, John practically in Rodney's lap while Rodney shows him how to use the new "toy."

They are going to have so much fun.