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Title: Peace Unexpected
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Author's URL: http://chelle.slashcity.org/
Archive: Ask first
Rating: NC 17
"I know it was you."
Radek blinks up at the man leaning over him. "Excuse me?"
"You threw the snowball that hit me in the back of the head. Nice work, blaming it on McKay."
"Oh, well, thank you." Radek answers, pushing up his glasses. The snowball fight would have been more fun if they had been able to come back to warm spiced tea and an open fireplace. Still, it had been more fun than he'd had in a long time.
"You're welcome." Ronon doesn't back out of his space, and Radek tries not to fidget. "Do you like all of this stuff?" He gestures at the lab filled with computers and instruments of various kinds. "It's so--"
"Noisy. Yes, we established that." Ronon almost smiles at him. It's unsettling, and Radek tries to think of a way to explain that yes, he likes his equipment. "Do you like your gun?"
"It's not a question of like. It's part of me."
Radek nods. "That's how many of us feel about all of this." He copies Ronon's earlier gesture. "It is an extension of us. It lets us do more, better."
Ronon tilts his head to the side, his dreads brushing Radek's shoulder. "Okay. But I still think you should learn to enjoy the quiet."
"I do." Radek grins. "Just not outside."
"Have you ever been up to the west tower balcony at night?"
Radek shakes his head.
Taking a step back, the sudden movement throwing Radek a little off balance, Ronon says, "Come on."
For a moment Radek considers refusing. He has a wraith database full of ship schematics to examine, but Rodney allowed himself to be dragged off by the colonel to play puddlejumper or whatever it is they do--Radek doesn't want to know--about an hour or so before, and he's feeling a bit restless working by himself. A break might help him settle down, improve his focus. "Okay," he says rising from his stool.
He follows Ronon from the room, painfully aware of just how big the man beside him is. Radek isn't small; he's about average for his home, but there is nothing about Ronon that is average, not on any world. A couple of the scientists tried to argue that maybe everyone on Ronon's home world had looked like that, but Radek didn't buy it. Glancing up at him, Radek can't help but wonder what it is like to be so big. So coordinated.
Not that Radek is unattractive. He knows he's attractive enough, in a nice-scientist-next-door way. But Ronon is what Simpson unashamedly calls "beefcake" and Radek can't help but wonder what that's like. He doesn't ask.
They step into the transporter and Ronon presses the transporter location closest to the tower. Radek stands near the wall and watches him. Ronon watches him back. Just when he's beginning to think he's gotten into a staring contest with the world's most fearsome cat, they arrive.
It's still a climb up to the balcony, and now that Radek thinks about it he doesn't think he has ever bothered to come up here. Too far to walk, nothing to discover. Ronon is ahead of him on the stairs, but he isn't taking them two at a time, which Radek appreciates. He appreciates other things too, like the fit of Ronon's pants. His leather pants. Before Pegasus Radek never spent time alone with a man who wore leather pants. Now he's been on camping trips and in snowball fights with a man who not only wears leather pants, but has the ass for them.
The odds of Radek ever getting to touch that ass are painfully slim however, and Radek forces his eyes away.
They reach the balcony soon afterwards, fortunately.
It's cool outside, but nothing like the planet. Ronon rests his hands on the railing and leans out over it, drawing in a deep breath. Not knowing what else to do, Radek copies him.
"Listen to that."
There is nothing to hear, and Radek has to admit that it's kind of nice. He wonders if Ronon always loved silence or if it is something he learned to appreciate when he was running. "The stars are breathtaking," Radek says.
The stars are all around them, but Ronon looks up anyway. "Yeah."
The ocean is dark and moving beneath them, far beneath them, its sounds muted by distance.
Radek tries to relax, because he suspects that's why Ronon brought him here, even though as a hypothesis it lacks something. There isn't any reason for Ronon to care if Radek is relaxed or not.
"You should learn to shoot."
No, he shouldn't, but Radek nods without arguing. He understands the logic of everyone being able to defend themselves on at least a basic level, but Radek has never had any inclination toward violence, not even in self-defense. Building weapons is as close as he wants to get.
"I could teach you."
Radek looks up at him, startled. He has no idea why he's here or why Ronon wants him here. "I will think about it."
Ronon nods, apparently Radek's answer was enough for him. "Do you have sex with men?"
His startlement changes to shock mixed with a little fear. "Why are you asking?"
Looking down at him, Ronon shrugs one shoulder. "Your people are weird about sex, and I figured I should ask instead of just grabbing you."
Radek swallows hard at that. "You want to grab me? Why?"
"You're smart, even if your machines are annoying, and I learned a long time ago that smart people are really good in bed."
"You don't think smart people are good in bed?"
"No, no, I, umů We're on a balcony."
Dark eyes lock on his. "No one can see us."
No one can see them, and Radek has been celibate for far too long, especially for someone who works with Rodney McKay. "Yes, I have sex with men."
Ronon smiles, his teeth gleaming in the combined light of the stars and Atlantis. "Good."
Not that Radek has said he's willing to have sex with Ronon, but that seems to go without saying, probably one of the benefits of being beefcake.
Ronon doesn't wait for additional confirmation of Radek's interest, he just moves closer, and Radek half turns toward him. Placing a hand on Radek's chest, Ronon slides it lower, until it's directly over Radek's cock. He was soft, but the warmth of Ronon's hand is changing that.
"I haven't sucked cock in a long time."
The words are enough to shift Radek's cock from hardening to hard. "Me either."
Ronon grins. "So we can both use the practice."
Radek starts to grin back, but it fades when Ronon rubs him with the palm of his hand. There's pressure on his cock that isn't coming from him and that's almost harder to believe than some of the stuff that's happened to them since arriving in this galaxy. Almost.
When Ronon slides gracefully to his knees, Radek thinks for a moment that maybe he's imagining this. After all, he's smart enough to have a good imagination. But he usually fantasizes about Elizabeth, not a man who could probably kill Radek with a single dreadlock.
The air is cool on his cock, but not for long. There's a tantalizing brush of hair and then his cock is being sucked. Strong, wet suction moving steadily up and down Radek's shaft, and Radek thinks that maybe he should do something other than stare and pant. When nothing occurs to him, he keeps staring. Ronon has obscenely soft pink lips which don't quite match up with the fierce, hungry sucking, and seeing his cock disappear between them is the most surreal thing Radek's experienced since those mushrooms in grad school.
Ronon may not have done this in a while, but he definitely knows what he's doing. His tongue is curled around the underside of Radek's cock, and he feels like he's being cradled in softness and pulled into a deep wet vortex at the same time.
He tries to place a hand on the back of Ronon's neck, but all he gets is dreadlocks. Still, he presses with his hand and pushes his hips forward. It feels like a brave thing to do, but Ronon simply grunts and sucks him harder, so Radek gives in to the feeling, moving his hips, watching his cock move in and out of Ronon's mouth until the pleasure overwhelms him and he comes in long, shuddering spurts.
Ronon swallows, and after everything that's happened Radek shouldn't be surprised but he is.
After carefully tucking him back in, Ronon rises from his knees. "That was good."
"I believe I am the one who is supposed to be saying that."
Flashing him another of those unsettling smiles, Ronon says, "You can say it in a few minutes."
Radek takes the hint and goes to his knees. He isn't as graceful as Ronon, but he is beginning to suspect that Ronon doesn't care how graceful he is. Ronon's pants open easily, and his cock springs out. The lack of underwear isn't a surprise, and having a thick, uncircumcised cock staring him in the face shouldn't be, but it is and Radek blinks at it for a moment before wrapping his hand around the base.
He strokes a couple of times, just to get the feel of it. Licking quickly at the head, he rubs the retracted foreskin with his thumb. Risking a glance upward, he finds Ronon looking down at him, unblinking, and for a moment he feels like a target. Then Ronon reaches out and rests his hand on the side of Radek's neck, stroking his thumb along Radek's jaw.
Opening up, he takes in the head and sucks. Hunger fills him and he sucks harder, sliding down. It's been years since he's done this and he's forgotten how debauched it makes him feel, being on his knees, another man's cock in his mouth.
He likes the feeling. Likes the throb of Ronon's cock on his tongue and the smell of Ronon's sweat filling his nostrils, the gentle stroke of Ronon's thumb on his jaw.
Ronon keeps his hips still, letting Radek bob up and down on his cock like some kind of buoy. Concentrating on getting the rhythm right, he adds his hand to the motion, using it to rub the part of Ronon's shaft that he can't quite get into his mouth.
"That's good," Ronon says, his voice barely audible.
Radek nods absently, without breaking the rhythm.
When Ronon pulls slightly with his hand, encouraging him to move faster, Radek does.
Ronon is quiet when he comes, long slow pulses on Radek's tongue. Radek swallows readily, ignoring the bitter taste.
He's just swallowed an alien's come.
A human alien.
But still an alien. From another galaxy.
He keeps sucking because it's the only thing keeping him from laughing.
"If you really want me to get hard again, I probably can."
Letting go, Radek shakes his head. As appealing as that sounds, he has work to do. "Maybe another time."
Offering him a hand, Ronon pulls him to his feet. "Yeah, maybe." Ronon smiles at him and this time it isn't the least bit unsettling.
Rodney is there when Radek gets back to the lab. "Where have you been?"
"Enjoying the quiet. You should try it sometime."
The snort he receives in answer isn't at all surprising. Smiling to himself, Radek opens his laptop. For a moment he considers asking Rodney where he's been just to watch him stammer, but it can wait. For now he thinks he'll enjoy the hum of the machines.