She heard hushed voices, and then the door opened. John stood with his arms crossed, filling the space, his whole posture unwelcoming. He relaxed as soon as he saw it was her, however.
"Teyla? What's up?"
"I am sorry," she said, "I did not mean to interrupt anything."
His face went still. "You're not. Did you need something?"
"I wanted to speak with you about earlier," she said quietly.
She could see the muscles in his neck tense as he very deliberately did not look over his shoulder. "Now's not--"
"I would like to speak with Rodney as well."
Teyla held his eyes, waiting. John nodded at last and moved out of the way. She stepped into his room. Rodney waved at her from where he was sitting in John's desk chair. She smiled at him as she heard the door close. John stepped in close behind her.
Teyla turned so that she could see both of them. "I wanted to apologize for the way I behaved on the planet."
Rodney looked to John, who said, "It's fine, Teyla. Nobody got hurt, and I think we're all adults enough to understand that it wasn't your fault. No big deal."
"It was rather flattering, actually," Rodney said with a teasing smile.
Teyla sighed in relief. "I am glad to hear that. I did not want to cause any strife in your relationship."
Rodney's smile froze. "Uh..."
"Strife?" John asked, his eyes narrow and intent like when they were approaching a dangerous situation in the field. "Why would--what exactly do you mean by relationship?"
Teyla looked from John to Rodney, both tense and wary. She had not thought that they would react quite this badly. "I realize that it is a secret, but I thought that you knew that I knew," she said, trying to speak soothingly. "I would never betray you to anyone."
Rodney didn't say anything, his focus only on John, who was still measuring her with hard eyes. Surprisingly, John flushed and looked away from her after a few seconds.
"I know, Teyla," he said softly. "You surprised us, that's all."
"And it's really, really important that it stays secret," Rodney added. "Really important."
Teyla nodded. "I understand. I am sorry that it is so, but I will guard your secret. I give you my word."
They both looked relieved, glancing at each other before returning their attention to her. John scratched at the back of his neck, giving her a sheepish smile. "Um, how exactly did you figure it out? I thought we'd been pretty careful."
"You have been," Teyla assured him. "But I have spent much time with you, at both stressful times and relaxed ones. And there have been little things that alone do not mean much, but when gathered together are very illuminating."
"I told you we shouldn't have had sex on M-3X9," Rodney muttered. John closed his eyes, both exasperation and acceptance clear in the way his shoulders sagged. Teyla laughed.
"I was not aware of that incident," she said.
"Oh! Oh, well that's because we didn't, of course, because I said we shouldn't and--"
"Shut up, Rodney," John broke in, but he was smiling. "I don't think Teyla wanted a play by play."
Teyla arched an eyebrow and very definitely did not voice her immediate response.
"Right," Rodney said. "So, does anyone else know, do you think?"
She tilted her head to the side as she considered. "It is not something I discuss, of course, but I do not believe so. Though you may wish to consider letting Ronon know, because he is bound to come to the same conclusion eventually."
John sighed. "As long as he doesn't decide to shoot us for it, I don't have a problem with that."
"I think you will find him accepting," Teyla said. She had her own suspicions regarding Ronon, but it was not her place to share those anymore than she would share John and Rodney's secret.
John nodded, and they all stood in awkward silence for a moment.
"Well, thank you for speaking with me," she said. "I am glad that I did not come between you."
John smiled, and Rodney snorted. "Now that would have been a fantasy come to life."
Teyla froze as the meaning of his words sank in. John looked shocked, and Rodney wasn't doing much better.
"Um, I didn't mean that," Rodney said quickly. "I mean, I did because wow, you're really hot, but I shouldn't have said that. Especially since John--"
"Rodney, shut up," John hissed, not smiling this time. They both looked mortified.
Teyla stepped forward, laying a hand on John's arm, hoping to comfort him. "It's all right," she said, directing her words to Rodney as well. "I am not offended. As you said before, we are all adults."
John relaxed a little beneath her hand. She stroked her thumb over his skin before she could rein in the impulse. She looked down, avoiding their eyes, as she took a chance.
"And I agree. It would be a fantasy come to life."
She ran her hand along John's arm, the fuzz of his hair tickling her palm, and then stepped away. She peeked over at Rodney, who looked more surprised than he'd had when she had announced her knowledge of their relationship. She didn't dare look at John.
"I will leave you be," she said, and turned toward the door.
"Teyla, wait," John called just as she was about to hit the control to open it. "Could we maybe talk a bit more? Please?"
She stopped, holding her breath for a long count as she tried to quell the nervous energy that was creeping through her stomach and over her skin. She released her breath and turned. John and Rodney were standing side by side, arms crossed in matching postures. They could not have looked more intimidating if they had tried, yet she suspected that they were merely covering up their nervousness. She fought the urge to cross her own arms.
"What do you wish to discuss?" she asked.
Her jitters faded more as she watched them jostle elbows. She bit her cheek to stop from laughing when John finally dropped his arms and pasted on one of his more deliberately charming smiles.
"Fantasies," he said in a husky drawl. "Shared fantasies, specifically. And what we might do about making them come true."
"Oh my god, do you hear yourself?" Rodney cut in. "I don't know how you ever got laid before me."
John's smile didn't slip as his eyes slid toward Rodney. "Like you're Mr. Smooth," he muttered. "I heard about the date with Katie Brown, you know."
Rodney drop his hands to his hips, turning towards John. "Who sold me out, Cadman or Beckett? And I didn't even want to go on that damn date, as you very well know."
John turned to face Rodney. Teyla cleared her throat. "Should I leave?"
Their attention returned to her gratifyingly quickly. Teyla laughed. Such a matched pair, despite their apparent differences.
"We'd rather you didn't," John said.
Rodney nodded. "Sorry. We've uh, discussed--uh, never mind. This is a little awkward, isn't it? But if you want, we want you to stay."
"Only if you want to," John stressed. "No pressure."
Teyla sauntered closer to them, confidence returned--and with it the arousal that had been with her for days. She laid a hand on each of their chests, already reveling in their warmth seeping into her skin.
"Oh, I but I had hoped there would be lots of pressure," she teased. Rodney made a small whimpering noise that reminded her of the sounds he had made the first time the provisions from the Daedalus were opened. John just grinned and looped an arm around her waist, pulling her in for a kiss.
"Wow, that's hot," Rodney said.
John broke away from her, licking his lips. "Oh, yeah," he said. "Now Rodney," he instructed with a sly smile.
Teyla was more than happy to comply, turning within John's strong arms to face Rodney. Rodney looked nervous, but his hands were sure as he cupped her face and drew her forward.
"Mmm." She hummed with satisfaction as Rodney pulled back after a final soft kiss. "Now the two of you," she said, imitating John's previous tone.
They looked startled, like a wild animals caught flat-footed at a watering hole. Obviously, they had not thought through all of the implications of their proposition.
"I want to see you together," she told them quietly. "You do not need to hide from me."
John nodded, then pulled away from her so he could take Rodney into his arms. Despite their initial reluctance, they were neither awkward nor uncertain together. They kissed slowly, like they had done it so many times before that they did not need to rush through it. John cradled the back of Rodney's head in one strong hand while Rodney ran his left hand across John's throat and down to his chest. They were beautiful together, just as she had assumed they would be.
Rodney reached out, snaking his arm around her waist and pulling her closer, his mouth never leaving John's. She began touching wherever she could reach: the soft material of John's shirt covering the solid muscle of his chest, Rodney's upper arm flexing as he reached down to cup her bottom, their mouths as they moved together. John turned his head so that he could suck her finger into his mouth. He bit lightly and then let go, stretching to kiss her.
Somehow she wound up between them again. Rodney held her hips, rubbing his hard cock against her with slow, rolling movements as he sucked on the back of her neck. She gasped when John began kneading her breast.
"You like that, hmm?" John whispered into her ear.
"Very much." She let her head drop back against Rodney as John cupped both of her breasts, slowly rubbing his thumbs across her nipples. Then Rodney lifted the hem of her shirt, drawing it upwards. John let go long enough to help draw it over her head, and then four hands were on her, kneading and cupping, flicking and pinching. It was almost enough to make her come, but not quite, and she thought she might go mad if they did not do more soon. Then John drew back, leaving her in Rodney's arms.
Teyla opened her eyes to see him taking off his clothes. It was not the first time she had seen him naked--she could not forget that awkward visit with the people of Adoras--but it was the first time she could truly allow herself to appreciate the experience. John smiled at her as she took in the lean line of his body, covered by nothing but a thin chain and a pair of metal tags.
Rodney stepped away, and Teyla turned to watch as he undressed. John stepped up behind her, his deft hands working the closures of her pants. He pushed her pants and underwear down until they slid from her hips to the floor. Rodney's eyes dropped with her clothing.
"What do you want, Teyla?" John asked, his low voice vibrating in her ear. She rubbed her cheek against his, reveling in the brush of his whiskers against her skin. "We'll do whatever you want."
Rodney sat down on the edge of the narrow bed to tend to his pants. Teyla couldn't look away from the ripple of his arm muscles as he worked the laces of his shoes. She swallowed, considering all of the possible ways she could enjoy their time together.
"I need one of you inside me," she said, rubbing against John's cock, reveling in his warmth against her back, all while very aware of Rodney's face inches away from her. "And I wish..." She trailed off, unsure of whether she should ask for something so intimate from them.
Rodney ran his hands up the outside of her thighs, his fingers tangling with John's on her hips. "What, Teyla? We're up for anything."
John snorted against her neck.
She licked her lips. "I want to see you love each other."
Rodney looked past her, and she could feel John nodding. "We can do that," Rodney said, and drew her forward and down onto the bed with him.
John climbed on behind her. It was a tight fit in the small bed; she was worried he might fall off if she moved at all. But then he began stroking her skin as Rodney kissed her, as Rodney touched her, and she forgot to worry.
"Get him warmed up," John whispered in her ear. "Like you did on Inania."
"Show me what he likes," she dared him.
"My pleasure," John said, and slipped off the edge of the bed. He climbed on at the end, and urged Rodney to roll onto his back.
Teyla leaned up on her elbow, trying to figure out how to best join in on the festivities. Rodney raised his head, looking from her to John and back again.
"Are you going to--Oh, fuck." Rodney dropped back to his pillow as John pushed his legs apart and began mouthing his balls. Teyla turned and swung her leg across Rodney's torso, having finally put together the best position in her head. She settled her knees carefully against his sides, and bent forward.
"Oh, oh my God," Rodney said again. "You're both--"
He cut off with a breathy grunt as she took him into her mouth. This was so much better than the hurried mouthing over cloth that was all she had been able to accomplish on Inania. The scent of male that was so muted by his clothing then surrounded her now, supplemented by taste. And instead of Rodney's shocked silence and John's angry yelling, now she and John were creating a quiet accompaniment of wet sounds for Rodney's murmurs and moans.
"Stop, stop," Rodney pleaded.
Teyla started to lift away, and then her entire body was pulled backwards by Rodney's strong grip on her hips. John looked up, his face wet from his own spit. It was her turn to whimper and moan as Rodney buried his tongue in her. John smiled back at her. He kissed her through her gasping breaths, then slipped off the bed. Teyla let herself collapse, laying her head on Rodney's thigh as she abandoned herself to the pleasure. His tongue was so hot, so wet, and then his fingers slipped around to the front, and she was coming hard, grabbing onto his hard thighs as she cried out.
"Gorgeous," John said quietly. He brushed her hair back from her face. Teyla smiled up at him lazily. "Come on, up," he said.
They shuffled around on the bed again so that Rodney was kneeling with John behind him. Somehow, in the middle of everything, John had managed to roll a condom down on Rodney's very hard cock, and so she straddle his lap and took him in as soon as they were stable.
They moved together, Rodney thrusting up as she ground down, John bracing them both, riding their motions against Rodney's back, whispering encouragement to both of them. She didn't think he was going to last to take Rodney, but that no longer mattered. She could feel their love, and it nearly overwhelmed her to understand that they allowed her in, that their caring extended to her. Her eyes fluttered shut as she came again, but she could hear John growl something into Rodney's ear as she did, something that ended with an impassioned 'you'.
"John," Rodney shouted, and then she felt him come inside her. She opened her eyes to see John's face screw up tight, felt his hands clench on her shoulders, and then he slumped against Rodney's back.
She slowly eased off of Rodney. John raised his head, smiling, and cupped the back of her neck to draw her forward into a sloppy kiss. Rodney was still breathing heavily, hot against her cheek.
"Okay, that works," Rodney said, and Teyla had to agree.
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