The Wandering Loony (looking4tarzan) wrote in crazyjanefic,
The Wandering Loony

Fic: Rhowch eich dwylo ar fy pen ôl

Title: Rhowch eich dwylo ar fy pen ôl
Beta: (actually given the once over to make sure it made sense) ruthiesgc Rest of the mistakes are mine, and mine alone (and I know my grammer isn't grade a)
pairing: Lt Col. John Sheppard/ Rodney McKay/ Cpt. Jack Harkness (McShep is existing relationship)
rating: NC-17 (my new muse rocks!)
Disclaimer: I own Nuffin....SGA is MGM/Gekko and so on and Torchwood is the BBCs (all hail Auntie)
Warning: er threesome fic
Spoilers: er none really none at all.
Notes: Dediated to jo_zed_pee_em who threatened me with whips for the first fic Period Military is not the dress code of a straight man and who wanted a sequel (as well as some others). Well here is the sequel (and there are more in the pipeline!! Mainly as I now have discovered Jack/Ianto which is very pretty!) 
This is a crossover between Stargate Atlantis and Torchwood.
For info on Torchwood I recommend 
For info on Stargate Atlantis I recommend 
Summary: John and Rodney pay Jack a visit.

So onward

John stepped out of the SUV, sunglasses wrapped round his head.
“Oh for god’s sake, will you quit with the Men In Black, Colonel." Rodney said getting out of the car and glaring at him.
“Jeez Rodney.” John huffed, taking off the glasses and pocketing them. Rodney snorted as he opened up the boot of the SUV.
“Come on I can’t carry this on my own.” He barked.
John sighed and helped Rodney pull the bulky body bag out of the car. They were parked near the quay of Cardiff dock. They struggled, with it, down the steps and towards the door of the little reception. Rodney opened the door with his butt and they waddled ungracefully inside.
“Afternoon Sirs.” Came the voice of Ianto Jones, who watched over the pseudo-entrance of Torchwood 3’s hub. “The Captain and Owen are expecting you.” The smartly dressed, neat Welshman, was stood behind the reception desk, smiling politely as he opened the door, to open the passage down to the hub.
“Do you need a hand Sirs?” he asked.
John cut Rodney off before he could start. “We’re fine, thanks, move it bat boy!”
“Quiet you!” Rodney huffed before backing down the corridor.
Their previous visit John and Rodney hadn’t visited the hub, they were surprised by a screeching above their heads.
“Is that?” Rodney said, almost dropping the bag.
“A pterodactyl? Yes it is.” Captain Jack Harkness said stepping down from his office. Tosh, Owen, and Gwen were watching from their workstations.
“Cool.” Said John. “We come bearing gifts.”
“Oh come on it’s a Wraith carcass.” Rodney sighed, then at John’s look. “What?”
John smirked apologetically in a ‘what can you do?’ way. Jack clapped Owen on the shoulder, “This one’s for you.”
Then Ianto appeared with a tray of coffee, and Rodney never looked so grateful.
“We’re getting take-out. Want some?” Gwen asked, as Jack was leading John and Rodney off for the ‘tour’. Owen was arm deep in wraith guts, Tosh was running a translation. Gwen was sorting out dinner, while Ianto did things Ianto did to keep them running.
“What is it?” Jack asked
“Oh god! Take out, how longs it been since we had honest to god take out.” Rodney moaned quietly to John.
“Too long.” John smiled, as Jack rattled off numbers, and reminded Gwen about citrus allergies.”
“As if I could forget.” Gwen smiled. “I remember the hour long rant you!”
“What can I say I hate painful death, I like breathing.”
“Righto, I’ll go put in the order then shall I.” She said heading back to her desk.
The food demolished Jack sent everyone home, including Ianto who apparently never left without due cause.”
“Go! Sleep!” Jack ordered as Ianto followed the others out the door.
“We’d better go too.” John said standing up.
“Nah you can grab the bed, I’ve got stuff to do.” Jack said pointing behind himself with his thumb.
“We couldn’t.”
“I’m not taking no for an answer.” Jack said. “Seriously it’s not a poblem.”
Rodney looked at John and nodded towards Jack, not saying anything, still the message was loud and clear.
Jack lead them to his room just off his office. Rodney dropped his bag at the end of the large double bed.
“God after those beds in Altantis, it looks huge doesn’t it.” He said to John, who looked at him mid-yawn.
“Sleep?” John asked.
“Nap.” Rodney said crawling up the bed and falling asleep almost immediately.
John woke to find Jack grinning above him, he also found that his boxers had vanished, and Rodney was in between his legs, licking a hot wet trail up his cock. His first thought didn’t make it out of his higher brain function and just came out with a whine. The second was the vague register that Jack was holding down his arms. Then Rodney took John in his mouth and started to suck.
“Fuck!” John, bucked, and one of Jack’s hands moved to splay on his stomach, forcing him back down to the bed, as Rodney blew him.
Just when he was getting close, Rodney stopped, and replaced Jack’s hands on his body. Jack, who like Rodney was naked (John was quite proud of this revelation), swung a leg over John’s hips, straddling but not quite touching. Before leaning over John’s chest (and Rodney’s arm), and reaching into a box by the bed, grinning at them both. He sat back up, still not touching John, a tube of lube in his hand, with a cheeky grin on his face. John was momentarily distracted by Rodney leaning down to kiss him. When Rodney let him breath again, he looked up to see Jack arching over his hips, arm behind him, leaving no doubt as to what he was doing. Working and opening himself up, with practised ease, and an easy grin. Before passing the lube to Rodney, who took his hands away from John to take it, allowing him to sit up, and grab and touch. But Jack was quicker pushing John down with one hand, and using the other to hold John’s dick steady as he lowered himself down.
John bucked up, and Jack gasped before pushing his hips down, and leaning in to kiss John. John was feeling pretty special at this point, being the centre of all this attention. John’s hips stuttered upward.
“Ah ah not yet” Jack grinned, “Patience Colonel.”
“Theoretically I outrank you Captain.” John grinned back, and Rodney who was watching, dick in hand, groaned, eyes shut and squeezed his erection. Jack shot him a look and his grin turned feral. Then John found himself rolled bodily by Jack, so now Jack was on his back with John on top of him.
“Yes sir.” Jack grinned up at him, rocking his hips slightly. John looked over at Rodney.
“Well?” he asked, and this seemed to spur Rodney back into motion.
Rodney moved around the bed, and up behind John. Slick fingers descended, probing his ass, John jerked forward. Jack gasped with pleasure, before pulling John down to make biting kisses on his neck.
Rodney’s preparation was efficient, and like all Rodney’s devastatingly thorough, making him a quivering mess, but a quivering mess cradled in Jack’s embrace. He could feel Rodney holding his hips, as he pushed into John. John whimpered into Jack’s shoulder, Jack’s chuckling gasp in his ears, as Rodney began to thrust.
“God!” John said, as the dual sensations, of being fucked by Rodney and fucking Jack. Trapped between the tight warm heat of Jack’s ass and the piercing pressure of Rodney.
Rodney set the pace, slow, pushing into John, pushing him into Jack. They weren’t so much kissing as both Jack and Rodney nuzzling and nipping at John’s neck, causing him to try and buck between them. Back onto Rodney making him groan, then forward into Jack the warm slick heat almost too much. Then Rodney grabbed his hips and thrust in hard and fast, quickening the pace. Jack gasped underneath John, and John felt Rodney’s hands move, one braced round his chest pulling him upright and into his own chest, the other snaked down and began stroking Jack’s dick in firm strokes. John didn’t know if it was the feeling of being trapped against Rodney’s chest, only able to move his hips, or the look of sheer unadulterated lust in Jack’s eyes, but he knew as his orgasm finally ripped through him, Rodney’s hips were stuttering. He was so glad they’d mastered simultaneous orgasm. He managed to recover quickly enough to get his own hand on Jack’s cock. Moving his hand up and down quickly, it didn’t take much, Jack was close anyway. With a rise of his hips and a low cry Jack came beneath him. Rodney pulled out of him slowly, allowing him to do the same to Jack, before sprawling over the bed in a post-coital haze.
“Did I ever tell you, you’re a genius.” John said drowsily, one hand playing with Rodney’s chest hair, who was laid out on his back next to John, who had Jack spooned up behind him.
“I told you so.” Rodney said.
“I never expected you to be so good at collaborative work.” John grinned.
“Hey!” Rodney said, without any real outrage. “I work well with people who know exactly what they’re doing.”
“Aw Rodney was that a left handed complement there, I’m touched.” Jack said grinning.
“Well they do say great minds think alike.” John said, and while Jack laughed himself silly Rodney whacked him with a pillow.

Tags: croeso y cymru, crossover, established relationship, nc-17
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