SGA, What Dwells Within, chapter three
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gilascaveSheppard/McKay/Beckett
Rated NC-17.
Sequel to Alone in Your Mind.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
It was usually Rodney who came sneaking in at oh my god in the morning. John was used to sitting up waiting -- though he knew he didn't have to, and had been told every single time it wasn't necessary. But usually it was Rodney, not Carson.
It was only because Carson was in his genetics lab, that John didn't go out to find him and drag him home. It was a good thing that Carson was doing something other than repair work and John wanted to... well, not encourage it to the point he was working past midnight. But encourage it to at *least* midnight.
When he'd called down an hour ago, Dr. Dennison informed him Carson was still working -- not asleep at his microscope. John checked his watch again. It was almost time to go down there and drag him home. Then the door slid open and he looked up to find Carson tiptoeing in. He stopped when he saw John on the couch.
"Oh, hello. I didn't expect...." He smiled, shyly. "Haven't you read that thing through a dozen times by now?"
"I can always tell when it's time to go fetch my wayward scientists by what chapter I'm on." John set the book down. War and Peace, his by-now traditional late night reading material. He'd tried some of the books Carson had been given, but found that their tastes in books had nothing in common. How it was they liked the same movies he couldn't say.
"Find out anything interesting?" John asked, following as Carson headed for the bedroom. He kept his voice low -- not that he expected to wake Rodney up. He stood by the doorway as Carson headed for the dresser. There was enough light coming from the living room lamp for him to watch as Carson changed into a pair of pajama bottoms.
"Why do you bother with those?"
Carson gave him a dry look. "I'm not sleeping in the nude, thank you."
"You're not welcome. You know we have to peel you out of those every single morning. You'd save us a step if you left them off."
The look got more dry. "When will you accept the fact that I prefer to sleep in pajamas?"
"When you stop wearing them?" John was glad -- highly appreciative, in fact -- that Rodney slept naked. Admittedly it wasn't helping him at the moment, since Rodney had all the blankets wrapped around him like he'd forgotten he shared the bed. It would take an archaeologist to excavate him, John thought. Or a very determined doctor; Carson somehow had a knack for rolling Rodney back out of the blankets without waking him.
John himself only slept naked when he slept with someone else, but that really hadn't been an issue for some time. He rather hoped it wouldn't become an issue any time soon, either. He walked over to Carson and put a hand on his hip. He felt the slight tremble under his fingertips and smiled. "I could practise now, you know."
He gave Carson a kiss, loving the way Carson leaned into him. Pajamas or not, he could feel the heat of Carson's body. He could also, unfortunately, feel the way Carson was leaning extra-heavily against him.
"I'm sorry, John, but I think I'm going to pass out." Carson smiled, then yawned hard enough that his body shook.
"It's all right. Next time I'll just come get you an hour earlier."
"Only an hour?" Carson raised an eyebrow, but the cheerful lechery was ruined by the second yawn and the way Carson couldn't quite get his eyes to open again afterwards.
"Go to bed. I'll get the lights and lock--"
The lights in the living room shut off. He gave Carson a stern look; Carson was already stumbling towards the bed. John shook his head and went over to the closet, dropping his clothes in the corner they'd dubbed the 'hamper.' Then he went -- naked -- back into the living room to double check the door. He knew Carson had probably locked it, but he found it easier to sleep if he knew for sure.
As he came back to the bedroom, he saw Carson just leaning away from Rodney. His goodnight kiss, John knew. He stepped back, just outside the doorway. He hadn't heard it, but he was pretty sure Carson had said it.
Carson only ever said it those rare times when Rodney was asleep first and Carson thought John couldn't hear. He never said it to Rodney's face -- and John wasn't exactly sure why. He couldn't ask, because he wasn't supposed to know that Carson was doing it.
He waited a few seconds, then walked into the bedroom like he hadn't been waiting outside. He crawled into the bed on Rodney's left; Carson was already motionless on his right. John laid down, and hesitated, propped up on one elbow.
Rodney was deeply asleep. There was no way he'd have heard Carson. John wondered if he ought to tell Rodney how often Carson told him he loved him, but he knew he wouldn't. It was up to Carson to say it if he wanted Rodney to hear. It wasn't like Rodney didn't know; so why Carson waited until times like these to say it, John didn't understand.
He thought that if you loved someone, you should tell them. But it wasn't really his business -- not his decision, at any rate. Rodney wasn't grumbling about never hearing it, so there wasn't any need for John to step in.
He laid down, shifting a bit to get comfortable. He looked at Rodney, his face just inches away. He'd got so used to sleeping with him over the last several months. He'd had live-in lovers before, both male and female. The longest one had been Charlene. They'd lived together nearly a year before she'd thrown all his belongings out the window, screaming that she never wanted to see his face again.
She hadn't know he was into guys as well, and she'd freaked. He hadn't had a chance to tell her that if she didn't *want* to share him, she didn't have to. Only he wasn't so sure he would have stayed with her much longer anyway, so it was probably for the best.
Not that it mattered anymore. He was here, in Atlantis, in bed with two men who didn't mind that he liked being with more than one person. And he liked them both well enough he could easily see staying with them for a long time.
He glanced over Rodney's shoulder at Carson, and thought about the words he whispered in the dark. He knew what Carson wanted: Rodney, for as long as he could have him. And even though Rodney still didn't ever say it back, John was pretty sure Rodney was just as much in love with Carson.
He could see the two of them being together, forever. John quashed the thought that followed. He knew it was inevitable. He also knew it wouldn't happen for a long, long time. Maybe even years. When it *did* happen, it would probably be because he'd finally fallen head over heels, and *wanted* to go.
But there was no point in thinking about it before it happened, John told himself. Not when he was happy. Not when his lovers still made him feel welcome and not like a third wheel that they couldn't quite figure out how to get rid of.
John had been there before and knew how to read the signs. There weren't any yet, didn't look like there would be for awhile. So he was good, everything was fine, and he had time to enjoy himself. And when he started seeing those subtle hints that he'd overstayed -- he told himself he would be gracious and civil and friendly, because he had no intention of losing his friends over something as easy as no longer wanting to be lovers.
He closed his eyes, and let himself relax. Morning would come soon enough, even with the extra two hours after midnight. Then Rodney would wake him up and they'd tagteam Carson and maybe they could accidently tear those pajamas so he couldn't wear them any more.
~~~
There was something very good happening to his cock. John didn't have to open his eyes to know it was Rodney. First of all, it was pretty much always the way Rodney woke him up. Second -- the chance of Carson waking up before him was smaller than the chance of John deciding he wanted to marry Sargeant Bates and settle down.
John sighed and stretched, not moving enough to jostle the hand away. He heard a smug chuckle and opened his eyes.
"Morning."
"Good morning to you too," Rodney said. Obviously he'd been awake for long enough to sneak out of bed and get some caffiene. John looked over to the bedside table and saw the cup. He reached for it, still not moving away from Rodney's hand. Hell, that was what multitasking was for, right?
"Oh, by all means, steal my coffee. I'll just sit here and entertain myself, shall I?" Rodney was running his hand very slowly up and down John's cock.
"You do that," John agreed. He took a long swallow of the coffee, then another. By the third one he felt like he could compete with a wide-awake Rodney.
Well, at *this* he could compete. If Rodney wanted to play chess, John was going to insist on cheating. He took a fourth swallow, leaving just a few drops in the bottom of the cup to annoy Rodney when he tried to take a drink. Then he put the cup back and rolled over, pushing Rodney onto his back.
He was pleased to notice that Rodney didn't lose his grip.
"Morning," he said again, and leaned down for a kiss. Coffee-flavored on both sides; a fair compromise over getting out of bed and going to brush his teeth, first.
"I believe you said that already," Rodney pointed out after the second kiss was finished.
"I still mean it," John told him. Rodney just rolled his eyes; John grinned. He pushed himself closer -- Rodney was really going *slowly* but that was all right for now. John looked over and saw Carson, utterly dead to the world.
It was always a difficult choice at this point. Wake him now, so he didn't miss anything? Let him get fifteen more minutes of sleep? John could never decide which was better.
"We let him sleep yesterday," Rodney said.
"Good point." John nodded, then leaned down to start nibbling at Carson's neck and ear. It took a moment before Carson stirred, but he stilled again immediately. John pulled at an earlobe, sucking at it. When he was awake, it drove Carson insane. When he was asleep, it sometimes woke him up.
John sucked some more, then went back to his neck. Carson was barely moving. John scooted off Rodney and onto Carson, propping himself up with his hands and knees.
"What time did he come to bed?" Rodney asked.
"About as late as you usually come to bed." John kissed Carson's collarbone, and nudged Carson's hip with his own. Rodney's hand had slipped away when John had crawled onto Carson; he looked over at Rodney, expectantly.
"Don't mind me," Rodney said. "I'm happy to just watch."
"I thought you were doing more than that," John reminded him. There was plenty of room for Rodney to get his hand back where it was.
"I thought you wanted to wake Carson up, first."
"First? Hell, at this rate it'll take us half an hour to get him awake. I'm not waiting that long."
"Bitch, bitch, bitch." Rodney rolled onto his side, and put his hand inbetween John and Carson. He stuck his hand inside Carson's pajamas and grabbed onto Carson's cock.
"Hey!" John glared at him.
"You want him awake?"
"No, I want a handjob. Whether or not Carson wakes up is entirely beside the point."
Rodney grinned at him and kept rubbing -- Carson. Which, actually, wasn't all that bad a thing. Carson was moving a bit, now, Rodney's hand obviously entering into Carson's dream. He moaned, very softly, and John felt a stab of arousal. He pushed his hips down, rubbing his cock against the fabric stretched across the back of Rodney's hand.
"Come on, Carson, wake up." John leaned down again and went back to nibbling his ear.
There was more movement, then success in the form of a distinctly cranky mutter. John held still, let Rodney keep moving his hand up and down. Finally, Carson opened his eyes, his expression caught between arousal and irritation.
John grinned. "Morning. Wanna have sex?"
"The two of you...." Carson trailed off, then said something extremely long-suffering sounding, in Gaelic. But he reached down and pushed his pajamas out of the way.
"Told you it would save a step," John said, moving against now-bare skin.
"Oh? Because this was you, slowed down?" Carson was awake enough to be sarcastic -- that was a good sign. John kissed him and got kissed back. For all Carson's complaints, he hadn't ever actually *asked* them not to wake him up. He didn't even insist on going back to sleep after, but John and Rodney had agreed on that as part of their own peace of mind.
Not that John didn't secretly think that Carson, grumpy, was just as appealing as Carson in every other mood. But he was more fun to be around when he wasn't snapping at you in Gaelic. Like now, when he was moaning and beginning to writhe happily as Rodney jerked him off. John slid to one side and reached down, grabbing Rodney's cock in his hand. It took a moment, then Carson got his hand on John.
John leaned over to kiss Rodney again, pressing himself against harder Carson's hand. Rodney must have done something, because Carson moaned again and his hand tightened on John. That made John gasp and pull Rodney in for a deeper kiss.
Rodney moved closer as well, until they were pressed into a space barely big enough for one. But that was OK with John, because it meant more skin to skin contact, tighter grips on cocks, and more deeply-aroused moaning that threatened to push John over the edge.
Which was exactly what he wanted, so John pushed in even closer and kissed Rodney even harder, moving his hand even faster. He could feel Rodney beginning to come, shaking against Carson as he started losing control. John saw Carson look up at Rodney, watching. The look on his face nearly made John come, right there. But he held on, just for another minute, until Rodney pressed his mouth against Carson's shoulder and came.
Carson gasped, hips jolting off the mattress. He lifted his head and caught Rodney's mouth. John watched -- and it only took another second before he was coming, too. He kept his eyes on Carson and Rodney, watching as they kissed, barely even needing Carson's hand on his cock.
When he collapsed onto Carson, Rodney was right there with him. There was a moment of silence, then Carson said, rather clearly, "I'm not sleeping with the pair of you on me."
"Mmph," Rodney said. Then, "Yes, you are." Rodney didn't move away, so neither did John.
John peeked at Carson, who was rolling his eyes in exactly the way Rodney did. John realised he didn't know which of them might have got it from the other. But Carson closed his eyes, grinning like a mad fool. John didn't blame him. He closed his own eyes again and dropped his head onto Carson's shoulder. Rodney was half-plastered against him, as they somehow managed to share the mattress of Carson's body.
Pretty soon he'd get out of bed, anyway, and Rodney would follow and Carson would be able to sleep all morning if he wanted. But for now, he was going to stay right where he was -- at least until they suffocated Carson.
When he opened his eyes again, he was on his back with Carson snuggled up against him and Rodney glommed onto Carson from behind.
John hoped they hadn't slept through another staff meeting, or Elizabeth was seriously going to kill them.
~~~
end chapter three
Rated NC-17.
Sequel to Alone in Your Mind.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
It was usually Rodney who came sneaking in at oh my god in the morning. John was used to sitting up waiting -- though he knew he didn't have to, and had been told every single time it wasn't necessary. But usually it was Rodney, not Carson.
It was only because Carson was in his genetics lab, that John didn't go out to find him and drag him home. It was a good thing that Carson was doing something other than repair work and John wanted to... well, not encourage it to the point he was working past midnight. But encourage it to at *least* midnight.
When he'd called down an hour ago, Dr. Dennison informed him Carson was still working -- not asleep at his microscope. John checked his watch again. It was almost time to go down there and drag him home. Then the door slid open and he looked up to find Carson tiptoeing in. He stopped when he saw John on the couch.
"Oh, hello. I didn't expect...." He smiled, shyly. "Haven't you read that thing through a dozen times by now?"
"I can always tell when it's time to go fetch my wayward scientists by what chapter I'm on." John set the book down. War and Peace, his by-now traditional late night reading material. He'd tried some of the books Carson had been given, but found that their tastes in books had nothing in common. How it was they liked the same movies he couldn't say.
"Find out anything interesting?" John asked, following as Carson headed for the bedroom. He kept his voice low -- not that he expected to wake Rodney up. He stood by the doorway as Carson headed for the dresser. There was enough light coming from the living room lamp for him to watch as Carson changed into a pair of pajama bottoms.
"Why do you bother with those?"
Carson gave him a dry look. "I'm not sleeping in the nude, thank you."
"You're not welcome. You know we have to peel you out of those every single morning. You'd save us a step if you left them off."
The look got more dry. "When will you accept the fact that I prefer to sleep in pajamas?"
"When you stop wearing them?" John was glad -- highly appreciative, in fact -- that Rodney slept naked. Admittedly it wasn't helping him at the moment, since Rodney had all the blankets wrapped around him like he'd forgotten he shared the bed. It would take an archaeologist to excavate him, John thought. Or a very determined doctor; Carson somehow had a knack for rolling Rodney back out of the blankets without waking him.
John himself only slept naked when he slept with someone else, but that really hadn't been an issue for some time. He rather hoped it wouldn't become an issue any time soon, either. He walked over to Carson and put a hand on his hip. He felt the slight tremble under his fingertips and smiled. "I could practise now, you know."
He gave Carson a kiss, loving the way Carson leaned into him. Pajamas or not, he could feel the heat of Carson's body. He could also, unfortunately, feel the way Carson was leaning extra-heavily against him.
"I'm sorry, John, but I think I'm going to pass out." Carson smiled, then yawned hard enough that his body shook.
"It's all right. Next time I'll just come get you an hour earlier."
"Only an hour?" Carson raised an eyebrow, but the cheerful lechery was ruined by the second yawn and the way Carson couldn't quite get his eyes to open again afterwards.
"Go to bed. I'll get the lights and lock--"
The lights in the living room shut off. He gave Carson a stern look; Carson was already stumbling towards the bed. John shook his head and went over to the closet, dropping his clothes in the corner they'd dubbed the 'hamper.' Then he went -- naked -- back into the living room to double check the door. He knew Carson had probably locked it, but he found it easier to sleep if he knew for sure.
As he came back to the bedroom, he saw Carson just leaning away from Rodney. His goodnight kiss, John knew. He stepped back, just outside the doorway. He hadn't heard it, but he was pretty sure Carson had said it.
Carson only ever said it those rare times when Rodney was asleep first and Carson thought John couldn't hear. He never said it to Rodney's face -- and John wasn't exactly sure why. He couldn't ask, because he wasn't supposed to know that Carson was doing it.
He waited a few seconds, then walked into the bedroom like he hadn't been waiting outside. He crawled into the bed on Rodney's left; Carson was already motionless on his right. John laid down, and hesitated, propped up on one elbow.
Rodney was deeply asleep. There was no way he'd have heard Carson. John wondered if he ought to tell Rodney how often Carson told him he loved him, but he knew he wouldn't. It was up to Carson to say it if he wanted Rodney to hear. It wasn't like Rodney didn't know; so why Carson waited until times like these to say it, John didn't understand.
He thought that if you loved someone, you should tell them. But it wasn't really his business -- not his decision, at any rate. Rodney wasn't grumbling about never hearing it, so there wasn't any need for John to step in.
He laid down, shifting a bit to get comfortable. He looked at Rodney, his face just inches away. He'd got so used to sleeping with him over the last several months. He'd had live-in lovers before, both male and female. The longest one had been Charlene. They'd lived together nearly a year before she'd thrown all his belongings out the window, screaming that she never wanted to see his face again.
She hadn't know he was into guys as well, and she'd freaked. He hadn't had a chance to tell her that if she didn't *want* to share him, she didn't have to. Only he wasn't so sure he would have stayed with her much longer anyway, so it was probably for the best.
Not that it mattered anymore. He was here, in Atlantis, in bed with two men who didn't mind that he liked being with more than one person. And he liked them both well enough he could easily see staying with them for a long time.
He glanced over Rodney's shoulder at Carson, and thought about the words he whispered in the dark. He knew what Carson wanted: Rodney, for as long as he could have him. And even though Rodney still didn't ever say it back, John was pretty sure Rodney was just as much in love with Carson.
He could see the two of them being together, forever. John quashed the thought that followed. He knew it was inevitable. He also knew it wouldn't happen for a long, long time. Maybe even years. When it *did* happen, it would probably be because he'd finally fallen head over heels, and *wanted* to go.
But there was no point in thinking about it before it happened, John told himself. Not when he was happy. Not when his lovers still made him feel welcome and not like a third wheel that they couldn't quite figure out how to get rid of.
John had been there before and knew how to read the signs. There weren't any yet, didn't look like there would be for awhile. So he was good, everything was fine, and he had time to enjoy himself. And when he started seeing those subtle hints that he'd overstayed -- he told himself he would be gracious and civil and friendly, because he had no intention of losing his friends over something as easy as no longer wanting to be lovers.
He closed his eyes, and let himself relax. Morning would come soon enough, even with the extra two hours after midnight. Then Rodney would wake him up and they'd tagteam Carson and maybe they could accidently tear those pajamas so he couldn't wear them any more.
~~~
There was something very good happening to his cock. John didn't have to open his eyes to know it was Rodney. First of all, it was pretty much always the way Rodney woke him up. Second -- the chance of Carson waking up before him was smaller than the chance of John deciding he wanted to marry Sargeant Bates and settle down.
John sighed and stretched, not moving enough to jostle the hand away. He heard a smug chuckle and opened his eyes.
"Morning."
"Good morning to you too," Rodney said. Obviously he'd been awake for long enough to sneak out of bed and get some caffiene. John looked over to the bedside table and saw the cup. He reached for it, still not moving away from Rodney's hand. Hell, that was what multitasking was for, right?
"Oh, by all means, steal my coffee. I'll just sit here and entertain myself, shall I?" Rodney was running his hand very slowly up and down John's cock.
"You do that," John agreed. He took a long swallow of the coffee, then another. By the third one he felt like he could compete with a wide-awake Rodney.
Well, at *this* he could compete. If Rodney wanted to play chess, John was going to insist on cheating. He took a fourth swallow, leaving just a few drops in the bottom of the cup to annoy Rodney when he tried to take a drink. Then he put the cup back and rolled over, pushing Rodney onto his back.
He was pleased to notice that Rodney didn't lose his grip.
"Morning," he said again, and leaned down for a kiss. Coffee-flavored on both sides; a fair compromise over getting out of bed and going to brush his teeth, first.
"I believe you said that already," Rodney pointed out after the second kiss was finished.
"I still mean it," John told him. Rodney just rolled his eyes; John grinned. He pushed himself closer -- Rodney was really going *slowly* but that was all right for now. John looked over and saw Carson, utterly dead to the world.
It was always a difficult choice at this point. Wake him now, so he didn't miss anything? Let him get fifteen more minutes of sleep? John could never decide which was better.
"We let him sleep yesterday," Rodney said.
"Good point." John nodded, then leaned down to start nibbling at Carson's neck and ear. It took a moment before Carson stirred, but he stilled again immediately. John pulled at an earlobe, sucking at it. When he was awake, it drove Carson insane. When he was asleep, it sometimes woke him up.
John sucked some more, then went back to his neck. Carson was barely moving. John scooted off Rodney and onto Carson, propping himself up with his hands and knees.
"What time did he come to bed?" Rodney asked.
"About as late as you usually come to bed." John kissed Carson's collarbone, and nudged Carson's hip with his own. Rodney's hand had slipped away when John had crawled onto Carson; he looked over at Rodney, expectantly.
"Don't mind me," Rodney said. "I'm happy to just watch."
"I thought you were doing more than that," John reminded him. There was plenty of room for Rodney to get his hand back where it was.
"I thought you wanted to wake Carson up, first."
"First? Hell, at this rate it'll take us half an hour to get him awake. I'm not waiting that long."
"Bitch, bitch, bitch." Rodney rolled onto his side, and put his hand inbetween John and Carson. He stuck his hand inside Carson's pajamas and grabbed onto Carson's cock.
"Hey!" John glared at him.
"You want him awake?"
"No, I want a handjob. Whether or not Carson wakes up is entirely beside the point."
Rodney grinned at him and kept rubbing -- Carson. Which, actually, wasn't all that bad a thing. Carson was moving a bit, now, Rodney's hand obviously entering into Carson's dream. He moaned, very softly, and John felt a stab of arousal. He pushed his hips down, rubbing his cock against the fabric stretched across the back of Rodney's hand.
"Come on, Carson, wake up." John leaned down again and went back to nibbling his ear.
There was more movement, then success in the form of a distinctly cranky mutter. John held still, let Rodney keep moving his hand up and down. Finally, Carson opened his eyes, his expression caught between arousal and irritation.
John grinned. "Morning. Wanna have sex?"
"The two of you...." Carson trailed off, then said something extremely long-suffering sounding, in Gaelic. But he reached down and pushed his pajamas out of the way.
"Told you it would save a step," John said, moving against now-bare skin.
"Oh? Because this was you, slowed down?" Carson was awake enough to be sarcastic -- that was a good sign. John kissed him and got kissed back. For all Carson's complaints, he hadn't ever actually *asked* them not to wake him up. He didn't even insist on going back to sleep after, but John and Rodney had agreed on that as part of their own peace of mind.
Not that John didn't secretly think that Carson, grumpy, was just as appealing as Carson in every other mood. But he was more fun to be around when he wasn't snapping at you in Gaelic. Like now, when he was moaning and beginning to writhe happily as Rodney jerked him off. John slid to one side and reached down, grabbing Rodney's cock in his hand. It took a moment, then Carson got his hand on John.
John leaned over to kiss Rodney again, pressing himself against harder Carson's hand. Rodney must have done something, because Carson moaned again and his hand tightened on John. That made John gasp and pull Rodney in for a deeper kiss.
Rodney moved closer as well, until they were pressed into a space barely big enough for one. But that was OK with John, because it meant more skin to skin contact, tighter grips on cocks, and more deeply-aroused moaning that threatened to push John over the edge.
Which was exactly what he wanted, so John pushed in even closer and kissed Rodney even harder, moving his hand even faster. He could feel Rodney beginning to come, shaking against Carson as he started losing control. John saw Carson look up at Rodney, watching. The look on his face nearly made John come, right there. But he held on, just for another minute, until Rodney pressed his mouth against Carson's shoulder and came.
Carson gasped, hips jolting off the mattress. He lifted his head and caught Rodney's mouth. John watched -- and it only took another second before he was coming, too. He kept his eyes on Carson and Rodney, watching as they kissed, barely even needing Carson's hand on his cock.
When he collapsed onto Carson, Rodney was right there with him. There was a moment of silence, then Carson said, rather clearly, "I'm not sleeping with the pair of you on me."
"Mmph," Rodney said. Then, "Yes, you are." Rodney didn't move away, so neither did John.
John peeked at Carson, who was rolling his eyes in exactly the way Rodney did. John realised he didn't know which of them might have got it from the other. But Carson closed his eyes, grinning like a mad fool. John didn't blame him. He closed his own eyes again and dropped his head onto Carson's shoulder. Rodney was half-plastered against him, as they somehow managed to share the mattress of Carson's body.
Pretty soon he'd get out of bed, anyway, and Rodney would follow and Carson would be able to sleep all morning if he wanted. But for now, he was going to stay right where he was -- at least until they suffocated Carson.
When he opened his eyes again, he was on his back with Carson snuggled up against him and Rodney glommed onto Carson from behind.
John hoped they hadn't slept through another staff meeting, or Elizabeth was seriously going to kill them.
~~~
end chapter three