Kylie Lee | Slash fan fiction

"What are you doing up, man?" Carson Beckett asked sleepily, squinting into the light the hallway threw into his room. "We must both of us get up early tomorrow." He held up a hand to shield his eyes, and the door slid closed. He was too dazzled to see more than Halling's shadow as he crossed the room.

"Jinto is asleep," Halling said, referring to his son.

"Aye, it's late. You should be asleep as well." Carson felt the bed dip as Halling sat down. "Hup," he said, tugging at the bedclothes. "You've trapped me." Halling obligingly lifted himself, and Carson pulled the covers back. "Not that I mind being trapped," he added. He briefly set his palms over his eyes, trying to get acclimated to the darkness again. "What time did you say it was?"

"Late," Halling said. "Very, very late. One might even say early."

"I feared as much." Halling's weight shifted as he leaned down, presumably to take his shoes off. "I must fly tomorrow, you know." He was scheduled to ferry supplies and personnel to the Athosians's new home on the mainland. John Sheppard had declared it good practice, but flying made Carson nervous. It didn't matter that he had no innate interest in or aptitude for flying; he had the gene that allowed him to work equipment, so suddenly, he was a pilot.

"You will fly me. I am scheduled to leave first thing in the morning." Halling was set to direct the movement of personnel and materiel. He'd be gone for a few days. They hadn't talked about what would happen after that, once the settlement was ready for the Athosians to move into. Teyla Emmagan led the Athosians, but she had decided to stay in Atlantis as a member of the expedition team, and even though Halling hadn't really talked about it with Carson, he seemed to be picking up some of the leadership slack. "I simply wished to see you. Do you mind?" Halling's shirt came off next, and Carson stroked his back, feeling his shoulder blades flex as he undid his pants. Halling stood up and slid his pants down.

"You've just taken all your clothes off," Carson said, holding the covers up as Halling stretched himself out beside him. He was now wide awake. "How could I mind?" They had to lie close in the narrow bed, Halling half-draped over Carson. "How long can you stay?"

"An hour." Halling leaned down and gave Carson a quick kiss that led to a slow kiss. Halling tugged at Carson's T-shirt, a gentle request, and Carson pulled it off and tossed it on the floor. He had to struggle to get his pajama bottoms off. "Or less," Halling amended, circling Carson's erection.

"Ah, very funny," Carson said as Halling began to stroke. "Mmm." He found Halling's cock, heavy but not yet fully hard, and pushed the foreskin back so he could touch the tip. "There," he said as Halling's cock twitched and lengthened.

He matched Halling's rhythm, feeling the slide of skin over the hardness underneath. He and Halling were still shy with each other, but he had learned what Halling liked by paying attention to the way Halling's breath hitched, or to his sounds of pleasure. Touching Halling aroused him almost as much as Halling's direct touch. Carson, needing more sensation, scooted forward, and Halling rubbed his beard against Carson's shoulder, then mouthed his chest, working his way over to a nipple. When he found it and licked, Carson felt a rush of heat move from Halling's mouth straight to his cock.

"I see you have only one thing on your mind," Carson said.

"I could not sleep," Halling explained, his breath cool against the wet on Carson's chest. "I will leave if you wish it." This time, he sucked instead of licked, and Carson felt his cock twitch.

"You know that I wish no such thing." Carson stretched out an arm. "Here." His fingers closed around a tube of lubricant. "I borrowed this from the infirmary after last time," he said.

He felt Halling laugh. "The Athosian version did not suit you?"

Carson uncapped the tube and squeezed a generous amount on his hand. "It suited fine," he said. It had done the job. "The scent—the scent struck me as rather medicinal." He'd found it offputting. "This has no scent." He managed to recap the tube, and then he pushed Halling onto his side, so he faced away from him. "See?" He slicked Halling's cock, then did the same to himself. He pressed his chest against Halling's back and settled his erection in the cleft of Halling's ass.

"Very nice," Halling said as Carson began stroking him. "I am not in so much of a hurry," he added, slowing Carson's hand. "Jinto will be fine for an hour or two, should he awaken."

"Oh, so now it's an hour or two instead of an hour or less? And what if Jinto decides to come after you?"

"He would not know where to look."

"We'll have Teyla knocking on our door again."

"Ah, well, if you are determined to be rid of me, by all means. Faster, then." Halling thrust into his hand, his slick cock easily sliding through Carson's fist. Carson responded by gliding his thick penis up and down Halling's channel, spreading lube, and Halling clenched his ass, capturing Carson so he had to push harder to free himself.

"If you keep doing that, I shall last no time at all. You'll be here five minutes."

Halling laughed. "You must make up your mind. Fast or slow?"

"I can never decide. Something in between."

Carson ground himself into Halling, then pulled at Halling's long penis, feeling the foreskin slip, squeezing to the tip, then rotating and sliding back down. He could feel Halling's cock jerk whenever he massaged the edge of the tender cap, and he felt a sticky droplet of liquid when he brushed the slit at the tip. His own cock, thick and heavy, lodged in Halling's crack. When he thrust to dislodge himself so he could slide some more, he found he couldn't, until Halling lifted himself.

"Christ," he gasped against Halling's back as the tip of his penis caught at Halling's opening. Halling shifted, squeezing Carson's cock, and shoved his ass back. "Don't do that," he said as he felt himself push. "Oh, lord. Don't do that."

"You like it," Halling said.

"I do. I fear I'll hurt you." He'd made Halling come with his fingers inside him, while sucking him, but he'd never penetrated him with his cock.

"If you hurt me, I will tell you," Halling said, putting his hand over Carson's. Carson resumed stroking.

"Aye, I've no doubt of that, but I may not be able to stop." Carson could feel Halling open to him as he pressed against Halling's crack, skimming over Halling's opening. He had no self-control. Halling was long and lean beside him, offering himself, and Halling's stiff cock was in his hand. With his next thrust, the broad head of his penis nudged against Halling's opening, Halling moved, Carson pushed, and thanks to the lube, suddenly the head of his cock popped inside. Carson squeezed his eyes shut at the sensation of slick tightness. He had never done this before without a condom, and the direct sensation was exquisite. "Bear down," he gasped. "It will be easier for you if you bear down."

"Here. Let me." Halling pushed Carson's hand aside and took his own cock in hand.

Carson grabbed Halling's hip with a lube-slick hand, gasping for breath. When he felt like he could move without coming, he pulled Halling's ass cheek up and pushed again. He knew he needed to be slow and gentle, but his body wanted to slam into Halling's body, sheathing himself quickly and fully. "This is—oh, Christ," he gasped. "Is this all right?"

"Yes," Halling said. "It burns."

"Just a little more." Just a little more, and his cock would brush Halling's prostate, which he knew from experience Halling liked. He paused, giving Halling time to get used to the stretching, and then pushed again, until his cock was surrounded by slick tightness and his balls pressed against Halling's ass. He put his arm around Halling, feeling skin and wiry hair and hard masculinity, and buried his face in the crook of Halling's neck. "You feel wonderful," he said. "You feel wonderful when you surround me." He pulled back slightly, they pushed back in, and Halling moaned. Carson felt him tighten. "Have I hurt you?" he gasped.

"No. You touched me deep inside. You should do it again."

Carson did, repeating the tiny thrust, and was rewarded by another noise from Halling. He wanted to feel Halling come. He squeezed Halling's breast, fingernails raking at a nipple, and kissed and licked Halling's back while he gently thrust. He felt like he was barely moving, but Halling's reaction indicated that he was doing something right, because he started to moan. He felt Halling's arm move as he masturbated, and then he felt Halling's ass squeeze hard around his shaft. Halling trembled and panted wildly, but he didn't cry out. A second later, Carson felt warm liquid splatter on his arm. He pressed in deep and held himself there as Halling fluttered around him. The sensation of Halling orgasming around his rock-hard cock was almost enough to make him come, but not quite.

When Halling relaxed, Carson did too. "I'm very close," he murmured. "Just a bit more."

Halling, still panting, responded by sliding a hand back to squeeze Carson's thigh. Carson resumed thrusting, but the shallow movement that had brought Halling to climax, although pleasurable as it tugged at his foreskin, was insufficient. He pulled himself almost all the way out and then slid back in. Halling huffed out breath at the top of the stroke, but he didn't complain. Carson found a rhythm, Halling's tight body simultaneously pushing him out and accepting him, Carson's slow, sweeping strokes building to the inevitability of orgasm. When Halling began moaning in enjoyment, Carson instinctively sped up, burying himself to the root of his cock, feeling the slap of his balls against Halling's ass as shocks of intense pleasure.

"Carson, stop," Halling gasped. "Please stop."

Carson, ready to tip over the edge into ecstasy, knew he couldn't stop. One more stroke and he would explode, pouring himself into Halling. His entire body was sensitized and ready. "Oh, Christ," he groaned as he yanked himself out. He rolled onto his back and grabbed his balls in one hand and his dick in the other. He squeezed his testicles hard as he frantically jerked at his cock. His orgasm blinded him, its white heat carrying him away as his back arched. He collapsed back, panting, blood roaring in his ears as his cock spurted, and Halling touched his chest.

"Carson," Halling said, leaning down and kissing him.

"I'm sorry," Carson gasped. "I didn't mean to hurt you." He'd misinterpreted the sounds Halling had made: the pleasure had been pain. "I didn't know we would do this tonight. I wanted to take it slowly. I wanted it to be good for you."

"And so it was," Halling said. "You held yourself inside me until I broke." He trailed a finger down Carson's body, through the spatters on Carson's belly and chest. "And I enjoyed watching you break. Very much."

Carson clasped his penis. "I am too big around," he said. It was true: when fully erect, he was thick and fat. He hadn't been thinking clearly: his enthusiastic thrusting had hurt Halling. He wouldn't be surprised if Halling had some trouble sitting down tomorrow. In hindsight, he should have simply held himself just inside Halling and stroked the part of his shaft outside Halling until he came.

"You are the perfect size," Halling said. "My body will learn to accept yours." He propped himself up on one arm. "We simply need to practice."

"I like the sound of that." Carson rubbed his spent cock and cupped his soft balls. Encouraged by Halling's admission that he'd liked watching Carson come, Carson ventured, "Have you been inside a man's body before? Because I would like it if you wanted to try."

Halling didn't respond immediately, and Carson wished the light were better so he could read the expression on Halling's face. "You are not a woman," Halling said finally.

"No," Carson agreed. "It's not like being with a woman."

"To me, it seems as though I would be taking you as a man takes a woman."

"But it's all right if I take you?"

"It is not the same."

"It is exactly the same." Carson relented, because Halling clearly had issues in this matter. "I just happen to like it. But I like quite a few things."

"Ah." Halling's voice was teasing, and Carson relaxed. He hadn't irreparably offended him. "You have liked my tongue there. And my fingers. What else do you like?"

"Your mouth on me. And the time in the supply closet? I liked that."

Halling leaned down and kissed him. "With people walking nearby? Do you wish to get caught?"

"I like the idea of getting caught," Carson said. "I liked needing to shout, but not being able to." He slid his hand around Halling's neck, feeling Halling's hair brush his knuckles. "I like to imagine you stretched out on this bed, tied up."

"How interesting," Halling murmured. "Why would I permit this?"

"So I could touch you without you touching me. So I could focus on making you come." He drew Halling's head down, as if to kiss him, and lowered his voice. "So I could come on your body after you were finished."

"Mmm," Halling said approvingly, and bridged the gap between them. The kiss was the kind of kiss they usually started with, rather than ended with. "I too have these thoughts."

"Such as?"

"I imagine you come to my bed, with Jinto asleep nearby," Halling said. "We wish to take gratification in each other, but we must be quiet. We must barely move, barely breathe. The pleasure distills so each touch is magnified, for fear of waking him, and when you break, you are absolutely silent."

"Oh, god," Carson said, because they would never, ever do it, but the thought was indisputably, incredibly erotic.

"Or I imagine you come to my tent, on the mainland. I imagine rain sounding on the tent, and you stretched out on animal skins, ready for me. The storm makes it seem as though it is just the two of us in the world. No one is around, so when I stroke you with my mouth, you make noise, until your voice lifts, and you call to your god."

"Come here, man," Carson said roughly, and he pulled Halling down. They wrapped their bodies together as they kissed. Halling had given him an opening, and Carson hadn't taken it. He knew he should have asked Halling about the mainland, about what his plans were, about what they were going to do, but right now, he preferred to focus on the knowledge that Halling fantasized about Carson, just as Carson fantasized about Halling.

"I must go," Halling said after a while, when it became clear that neither of them could get hard enough to act on any fantasies. "The longer I stay, the harder it is to leave."

"We should shower," Carson suggested. "Have I mentioned that that's another of my fantasies? It's my fantasy with soap."

"Next time, we will start in the shower," Halling promised. "I cannot get my hair wet. It will not dry by morning."

"I like your hair," Carson said, burying a hand in it. "Not many Athosian men wear their hair long, I've noticed."

"Nor do the men of Earth."

"Ah, the military men may not. They are required to keep it short." Carson tugged lightly. "If it's not the fashion, why do you keep yours long?"

"I have not cut it since my wife died," Halling said matter-of-factly.

"Is this an Athosian tradition?" Carson asked, suddenly sorry he'd said anything.

"No. It is just something that happened. I grew my hair and beard at the same time."

"You would look like a different person."

"And so I was. But I have been told that it suits me."

"It does. You cut a striking figure."

"If it made you notice me, then I am pleased to be striking." Halling leaned in for a final kiss. "Come. Help me clean up."

He pushed himself up and slid off the bed, and Carson followed him to the bathroom. He washed Halling's groin and chest, then handed the cloth to him. "You should do the back yourself," he said. "I'm afraid I'll hurt you." He wet another cloth, soaped it, and began to clean himself thoroughly.

Halling dabbed. "There is some pain," he admitted.

"I have something in the infirmary that will help," Carson said. "I can meet you there right after breakfast if you like."

"Yes, a very good idea." Halling finished up, tossed his cloth in the sink, and washed his hands.

"I've marked you," Carson said, touching a bloom of red on Halling's back, near his shoulder blade, where Carson had bitten and sucked as he'd ridden him.

"You have," Halling agreed, twisting to see. "I should return the favor." He put his hands on Carson's hips and lowered his mouth to the crook of Carson's neck.

Carson laughed. "Ow," he said as he felt Halling's teeth. Halling pushed him backward, toward the door, and sucked hard. "Not there," he protested. "I'll have to wear a high neck." Halling made a "mmmf" sound but didn't let him go. "Halling!" He grabbed Halling's head, and Halling finally released him. They grinned at each other.

"If you mark me as yours, then I must mark you as mine." Halling touched the wet spot, then kissed it briefly, tongue stroking. "Let your colleagues wonder who you take to bed. Now. Where are my clothes?" He stepped back.

"Here." Carson turned the lights on low. As Halling put his pants on, Carson found Halling's shirt and turned it right-side out before handing it to him. He pulled on his pajama bottoms and sat on the bed, watching Halling dress. It struck him that he didn't know what Halling wore to bed. He didn't know a lot about Halling. For instance, how long had it been since his wife died? Halling's hair reached his shoulders, but it was quite curly, so it was even longer than it appeared. How many years' worth of growth was it? He had no way to estimate, other than that it was clearly more than a few.

"I will stay near the settlement in my tent," Halling said, pulling on his shoes. "I have staked out some land to the north, near the stream. It is a very large tent."

"Is this an invitation?"

As they spoke, Halling pulled his hair back into a loose ponytail. He tied it with a piece of leather he pulled from a pocket, but he didn't tie it in a knot. He simply wound it around and around, then tucked in the loose end. He did it quickly and automatically. Carson was struck by the domesticity of it—of Halling getting ready.

"It is," Halling confirmed. "It has a red stripe. You cannot miss it. Did I mention that it is large? Quite large."

"Big enough for two?"

"If they are friendly."

"Then it's a good thing we're friendly." He remembered Halling's fantasy. "Is it supposed to rain?"

"I do not know. Let us say that it is."

"If I'm able to visit you in your quite large tent, then I will bring rope to tie you up with," Carson promised. "That way, we both get something we want."

"That seems fair." Halling bent and kissed him goodbye, fingers lingering on Carson's jaw. "Shall I turn the light off on my way out?"

"Please." They exchanged another kiss.

"I will see you tomorrow at breakfast."

When the door closed behind Halling, Carson sat in the dark, making no move to crawl back into bed. He hadn't wanted Halling to leave. Today had been the first time they had shared fantasies. It had been the first time Carson had masturbated in front of Halling—not that he could have done anything else. They were slowly dancing closer and closer to each other, revealing more and more of themselves. But tomorrow, Halling was leaving, and neither of them had said anything about how he felt, or talked about what he wanted. Carson thought he knew how Halling felt, but then again, he knew so little about him. He didn't even know his dead wife's name.

He touched the tender spot at the base of his neck. If it wasn't pink now, it would be soon.