Title: Multiplication
Author:
somehowunbroken
Fandom: SGA
Characters: John/Evan...s?
Word Count: 2,478
Rating: NC-17/yeah.
Notes: Happy birthday totheeverdream! Um, so, this probably isn't what you had in mind when you said you'd like to see some Evan/Evan, but. Well. Sorry? It's just that I saw this comic by calcitrix, and I went "Oh!" And then this happened. Hope you enjoy it anyway? Also, many many thanks to clwilson2006 for reading through this and finding my silly silly mistakes. :)
“You know the drill,” McKay says as he checks the panel. “Put your hand there and think ‘on.’”
“Right,” Evan sighs as he does what McKay says. John’s standing impatiently to one side, watching as Evan slides his fingers into place. Evan closes his eyes and thinks.
There’s a weird sound from behind him, but Evan frowns. “I don’t feel anything,” he says to McKay, who responds with a strangled-sounding, “Major!”
“Shut up, McKay,” Evan snaps, concentrating harder and ignoring the weird noises. “I’m thinking ‘on’ as hard as I can.”
“Well, now you need to think ‘off’ as hard as you can, and there’s a slight panicked note in his voice. “Off, off, off, off, off, off!”
“Why?” Evan asks, opening his eyes and looking around. Then, “Oh.”
“Well, Sheppard, a few extra Lornes will come in handy for paperwork until I figure this out,” McKay says as he bends over the machine, waving his hands in a clearly go-away type gesture.
“Yeah,” John mumbles, rubbing at the back of his head, “paperwork.”
Evan blinks, noting the light blush in John’s cheeks, the way he suddenly won’t meet anyone’s eyes. A slow, wicked smile spreads across his face.
“So,” Evan says, turning around to face – and wow, that’s a little disconcerting, staring into his own face three times. “Are you guys from an alternate universe, or are you clones?”
“Clones,” McKay responds from somewhere inside the console. “That’s my best guess, at least. This machine is incredibly complex, you know.”
Evan tilts his head to the side and points to the one on the left. “Breakfast this morning.”
Other Evan One shrugs. “Almost-oatmeal with the purple jam.”
The other two nod, and Evan resists the urge to do so himself. Instead, he points to the middle one. “Favorite shade of oil.”
“Blick’s Cobalt Green Light,” Other Evan Two replies, his eyes flicking sharply to John and back. Evan nods, as do the other two. He turns to the last version of himself.
“What’s the first thing you did when you woke up this morning?”
There’s a cough from somewhere behind the group of Evans, and they all smirk at each other, because there’s no way John wants McKay to know exactly what had gone on that morning.
“Took a shower,” Third Evan says innocently. There’s another cough, and Evan spins around to look at John.
“Are you okay, sir?” he asks, just as innocently as his counterpart had done. “There’s a lot of dust in here. Maybe we should go, find all these guys a place to stay until Dr. McKay can figure out what to do.”
“Yes, yes,” McKay snaps from beneath the panel, “go away.”
Evan leads the way, not-so-subtly dragging John along by the elbow. When all five of them are in the corridor, he leans over to speak directly into John’s ear. “I know where they can stay.”
John shoots him a look, then inhales sharply when one of the other Evans leans over and grabs his ass. “Hallway,” he hisses. “Stop. Public.”
The other Evan shrugs. “Let’s find somewhere not-so-public.”
The Evans grin as one and walk down the hallway, John in the middle, and a quick transporter ride gets them to the unused living areas on the South Pier. There’s a large room near the end of the hall, and it’s got an absolutely massive bed in it, for reasons that nobody quite wants to think about. It’s got clean sheets on it, though, so as soon as the door closes, Evan’s backing John towards it with a smile.
“Wait,” John says, and he sounds nervous. Evan stops, his hands linked around John’s waist, holding them together.
“What?” Evan asks. “I happen to know that this thought has passed through that brain of yours more than once.”
John blushes mightily, from the tips of his ears to where his shirt sits on his neck. “Maybe.”
“Maybe,” Evan echoes, perhaps a little mockingly. He hears John gasp and let out a little moan, focusing somewhere behind Evan, and Evan turns to see what’s going on.
The other three versions of himself are in the midst of what looks like a pretty fierce make-out session. Evan One has Evan Two by the hips, grinding into him from behind, while he leans over Evan Two’s shoulder to stick his tongue down Evan Three’s throat. Evan Three is pressed pretty firmly into Evan Two’s front, working his hands between them as Evan Two sucks at his neck.
“Do I really look like that?” Evan asks curiously, turning back to look at John. John, whose eyes are wide and dark, whose mouth has fallen slightly open, whose tongue is darting out to lick at his lip and pulling back in. Evan pulls John flush against him and smirks when John leans in and kisses him almost desperately.
“That is, without a doubt, the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” John gasps, staring over Evan’s shoulder again a moment later. “God.”
“Yeah?” Evan responds, leaning in to lick at John’s lips again. “I don’t think I’ve seen the hottest thing in my life yet.”
“Hm?” John sounds distracted and a little curious, like he can’t imagine what could be better than literally watching Evan make out with himself.
“It’ll be later,” Evan informs him, “when I watch myself fuck you over and over and over again.”
John stills against him, looking down with an expression of shock quickly changing to hunger and want and need as he stumbles back towards the bed, fingers fumbling with the clasps on his pants. Evan follows, smirking, replacing John’s fingers with his own, stripping him quickly and shoving him back onto the bed. Evan pulls his own clothing off and follows, pinning John to the bed with his body weight and licking a path down his chest.
“Hey,” Evan calls to the other three, who have been shedding clothing as they go. One of them is down to his boxers, one is only wearing a shirt, and the last is shirtless but otherwise clothed. “Draw straws or something.”
“Hey,” John pouts, but Evan silences him with a quick press of his lips. “Draw straws?”
Evan looks down at him. “It’s me, John. Four of me. Of course all of me wants the first shot at that ass of yours.” John moans and closes his eyes, jerking his hips up against Evan’s. Evan leans down. “Here’s the thing, though. I’m the original me, so I get you first.”
“Yeah,” John responds, grinding against him again. “Yeah.”
“And maybe last, too,” Evan says thoughtfully. John’s eyes open back up and he breathes out slowly.
“Evan,” he says, and Evan looks at him. “Fuck me.”
Evan smirks and reaches back for his pants, fumbling around for the tube he always carries. Getting involved with John has taught him to always be prepared. John is possibly the greediest bottom Evan’s ever been with, bursting in at all sorts of inappropriate times and bending over.
John pulls his legs up to his chest, throwing his head back as Evan roughly pushes a finger in, moving it in and out a few times before pushing another in, then another. John is gasping and writhing and moaning by the time Evan lines up and pushes into him.
That’s the thing about John, Evan thinks as he pounds in again and again. He’s way more vocal in bed than he is out of it, little moans and whimpers and gasps spilling from his lips. On the good nights, nights when he’s been well and truly fucked to the outer limits of both their endurance, he starts talking, words making their way out of a mouth long used to holding them back. John’s not there, not yet, but as Evan glances over his shoulder and sees one of his clones slowly jerking another off, he realizes that yeah, it’s definitely going to happen tonight. He grins as he looks down at John beneath him, arching into every thrust.
“Hey,” he says, low and rough. John looks up at him, and Evan jerks his head toward the other three.
John’s eyes widen as he watches, one Evan behind a second, hand loosely stroking his cock, while the third sinks to his knees and licks at the head. The Evan in the middle groans and leans his head back on the shoulder of the one behind him, who sucks at his earlobe in a way everyone in the room knows damn well drives Evan crazy.
One of Evan’s hands moves between him and John, fingers circling his cock in much the same way as his other self’s had done, and in two strokes John comes, still staring at the other three across the room.
John looks up at him dazedly and spreads his legs a little wider, and Evan slides in just that much deeper, and he throws his head back and pants as he loses himself.
John’s smiling as he pulls Evan down for a kiss, sloppy and uncoordinated. Evan rests their foreheads together a moment later and grins.
“Ready?” he asks, and John nods. Evan pulls out and turns around, staring at the other three versions of himself as they tease each other, fingers and mouths roaming over skin. “Who’s next?”
Middle Evan extricates himself and walks over. He’s already leaking, and Evan knows it’s not going to take much to push him over the edge. He scoots back, sitting up by John’s head and running his fingers through John’s hair as he watches this other version of himself slick up and press forward into John. John lets out a slow breath and his face relaxes as Evan watches, fascinated, because this is new, being able to concentrate to fully on watching John as he gets well and truly fucked. There are tiny expressions dancing across his face, little twitches of eye and mouth and hitches of breath as the other Evan glides in and out. His mouth is open a little, Evan notices, and bends down to capture it with his own as the other Evan stutters and stills, grunting.
Another is already in his place when Evan breaks away from John, who’s moaning around his tongue. He’s moving slowly, ridiculously slowly, in and out almost lazily, and he’s got a hand stroking John in the same rhythm. He throws Evan a smirk, jerking his head towards his hand, and Evan grins as he leans down to lick at John’s spent cock.
John’s hands immediately twist into his hair as Evan noses his way down the shaft, licking and sucking. John’s cock twitches, and Evan smirks as he presses his face into the skin where hip meets groin and breathes. He mouths his way back to the tip and takes it in his mouth, using tongue and teeth and suction alternately until the moan from John’s lips is continuous, littered with spontaneous words.
“Fuck, Evan, God, oh fuck, oh Evan, yeah, please, God.” It’s the foulest litany Evan’s ever heard but he loves it, loves that John’s there, that his whole world is narrowed to Evan’s mouth on his dick and Evan’s dick in his ass and Evan’s hands roaming his body. The other Evan is still moving slowly but he’s steadily increasing his pace, thrusting in and out evenly. Evan keeps at his task, sucking and licking and stroking until the other Evan is pounding, breath strained, and John’s cock starts to fill again.
The last Evan steps up as the second moves out of the way, and he just pushes right in, pumping in and out steadily. Evan is still working his mouth over John’s cock, and he gasps as he feels hands on his own ass, fingers rubbing slick over his entrance, one of the others pushing a finger inside and stroking at his prostate until he feels himself begin to harden again, so by the time the last other Evan finishes he’s ready to go.
Evan climbs back between John’s legs and presses a kiss to the inside of one knee as he slides back in. John’s looser now, obviously, slick and open, and Evan leans down, covering John’s body with his own as he sucks at the skin on John’s jaw.
“God, Evan,” John pants, his hands reaching down to cup Evan’s ass. “Fuck, please, fuck me, hard, please, God, Evan-”
Evan groans and bites into John’s shoulder as he complies, pulling out and thrusting back in with quick, sharp movements of his hips. He gives out a gasping breath when the fingers from before return, and he’s being opened and stretched while he fucks John, and then one of the others is behind him, lining up, pressing in until Evan feels his other self resting against him. Then the other one begins to move, in and out, hard and fast, and he fucks Evan while Evan fucks John and there are hands and mouths everywhere and then John’s giving a keening cry as he comes again, clenching hard against Evan who rocks back and forth a few times before letting go. He’s dimly aware of the other Evan thrusting in a few more times, stuttering, spilling deep inside him.
-0-
“So, did you all have a good time yesterday?” McKay asks sarcastically when they all walk back into the lab the next morning. The Evans all give him the same smirk while John goes red and coughs into his hand. “Geez, Sheppard, are you allergic to this room?”
“We played Parcheesi,” Evan says, trying to draw McKay’s attention from John. “So you figured it out?”
“What? Oh, yes, of course,” McKay says, launching into a long-winded explanation that ends with, “…should all be assimilated quite easily.”
“Good,” Evan says, stepping up to the machine. “So I just do what I did yesterday?”
McKay nods. Evan gives one last look at the group of himself in the corner and shrugs, placing his hands on the console.
Suddenly, the memories flood his mind, and he sees himself on his knees in front of himself, feels himself rocking forward into another version of himself, feels his own fingers wrapping around a cock that’s both his and isn’t his, and when his eyes pop open he’s the only him in the room.
“Whoa,” he says unsteadily. John loops an arm around his shoulders, a show for McKay, but Evan sinks a little into him anyway. “I have their memories. From yesterday.”
John’s staring at him. “From when we… played Parcheesi,” he says slowly. Evan grins at him.
“Yeah. All of their memories, too, all at the same time.”
John swallows hard. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” Evan agrees, closing his eyes and remembering John under him time and time again, remembering his own fingers from both sides, remembering everything else they’d done, and he shivers. “All of it.”
Author:
somehowunbrokenFandom: SGA
Characters: John/Evan...s?
Word Count: 2,478
Rating: NC-17/yeah.
Notes: Happy birthday to
theeverdream! Um, so, this probably isn't what you had in mind when you said you'd like to see some Evan/Evan, but. Well. Sorry? It's just that I saw this comic by calcitrix, and I went "Oh!" And then this happened. Hope you enjoy it anyway? Also, many many thanks to clwilson2006 for reading through this and finding my silly silly mistakes. :)“You know the drill,” McKay says as he checks the panel. “Put your hand there and think ‘on.’”
“Right,” Evan sighs as he does what McKay says. John’s standing impatiently to one side, watching as Evan slides his fingers into place. Evan closes his eyes and thinks.
There’s a weird sound from behind him, but Evan frowns. “I don’t feel anything,” he says to McKay, who responds with a strangled-sounding, “Major!”
“Shut up, McKay,” Evan snaps, concentrating harder and ignoring the weird noises. “I’m thinking ‘on’ as hard as I can.”
“Well, now you need to think ‘off’ as hard as you can, and there’s a slight panicked note in his voice. “Off, off, off, off, off, off!”
“Why?” Evan asks, opening his eyes and looking around. Then, “Oh.”
“Well, Sheppard, a few extra Lornes will come in handy for paperwork until I figure this out,” McKay says as he bends over the machine, waving his hands in a clearly go-away type gesture.
“Yeah,” John mumbles, rubbing at the back of his head, “paperwork.”
Evan blinks, noting the light blush in John’s cheeks, the way he suddenly won’t meet anyone’s eyes. A slow, wicked smile spreads across his face.
“So,” Evan says, turning around to face – and wow, that’s a little disconcerting, staring into his own face three times. “Are you guys from an alternate universe, or are you clones?”
“Clones,” McKay responds from somewhere inside the console. “That’s my best guess, at least. This machine is incredibly complex, you know.”
Evan tilts his head to the side and points to the one on the left. “Breakfast this morning.”
Other Evan One shrugs. “Almost-oatmeal with the purple jam.”
The other two nod, and Evan resists the urge to do so himself. Instead, he points to the middle one. “Favorite shade of oil.”
“Blick’s Cobalt Green Light,” Other Evan Two replies, his eyes flicking sharply to John and back. Evan nods, as do the other two. He turns to the last version of himself.
“What’s the first thing you did when you woke up this morning?”
There’s a cough from somewhere behind the group of Evans, and they all smirk at each other, because there’s no way John wants McKay to know exactly what had gone on that morning.
“Took a shower,” Third Evan says innocently. There’s another cough, and Evan spins around to look at John.
“Are you okay, sir?” he asks, just as innocently as his counterpart had done. “There’s a lot of dust in here. Maybe we should go, find all these guys a place to stay until Dr. McKay can figure out what to do.”
“Yes, yes,” McKay snaps from beneath the panel, “go away.”
Evan leads the way, not-so-subtly dragging John along by the elbow. When all five of them are in the corridor, he leans over to speak directly into John’s ear. “I know where they can stay.”
John shoots him a look, then inhales sharply when one of the other Evans leans over and grabs his ass. “Hallway,” he hisses. “Stop. Public.”
The other Evan shrugs. “Let’s find somewhere not-so-public.”
The Evans grin as one and walk down the hallway, John in the middle, and a quick transporter ride gets them to the unused living areas on the South Pier. There’s a large room near the end of the hall, and it’s got an absolutely massive bed in it, for reasons that nobody quite wants to think about. It’s got clean sheets on it, though, so as soon as the door closes, Evan’s backing John towards it with a smile.
“Wait,” John says, and he sounds nervous. Evan stops, his hands linked around John’s waist, holding them together.
“What?” Evan asks. “I happen to know that this thought has passed through that brain of yours more than once.”
John blushes mightily, from the tips of his ears to where his shirt sits on his neck. “Maybe.”
“Maybe,” Evan echoes, perhaps a little mockingly. He hears John gasp and let out a little moan, focusing somewhere behind Evan, and Evan turns to see what’s going on.
The other three versions of himself are in the midst of what looks like a pretty fierce make-out session. Evan One has Evan Two by the hips, grinding into him from behind, while he leans over Evan Two’s shoulder to stick his tongue down Evan Three’s throat. Evan Three is pressed pretty firmly into Evan Two’s front, working his hands between them as Evan Two sucks at his neck.
“Do I really look like that?” Evan asks curiously, turning back to look at John. John, whose eyes are wide and dark, whose mouth has fallen slightly open, whose tongue is darting out to lick at his lip and pulling back in. Evan pulls John flush against him and smirks when John leans in and kisses him almost desperately.
“That is, without a doubt, the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” John gasps, staring over Evan’s shoulder again a moment later. “God.”
“Yeah?” Evan responds, leaning in to lick at John’s lips again. “I don’t think I’ve seen the hottest thing in my life yet.”
“Hm?” John sounds distracted and a little curious, like he can’t imagine what could be better than literally watching Evan make out with himself.
“It’ll be later,” Evan informs him, “when I watch myself fuck you over and over and over again.”
John stills against him, looking down with an expression of shock quickly changing to hunger and want and need as he stumbles back towards the bed, fingers fumbling with the clasps on his pants. Evan follows, smirking, replacing John’s fingers with his own, stripping him quickly and shoving him back onto the bed. Evan pulls his own clothing off and follows, pinning John to the bed with his body weight and licking a path down his chest.
“Hey,” Evan calls to the other three, who have been shedding clothing as they go. One of them is down to his boxers, one is only wearing a shirt, and the last is shirtless but otherwise clothed. “Draw straws or something.”
“Hey,” John pouts, but Evan silences him with a quick press of his lips. “Draw straws?”
Evan looks down at him. “It’s me, John. Four of me. Of course all of me wants the first shot at that ass of yours.” John moans and closes his eyes, jerking his hips up against Evan’s. Evan leans down. “Here’s the thing, though. I’m the original me, so I get you first.”
“Yeah,” John responds, grinding against him again. “Yeah.”
“And maybe last, too,” Evan says thoughtfully. John’s eyes open back up and he breathes out slowly.
“Evan,” he says, and Evan looks at him. “Fuck me.”
Evan smirks and reaches back for his pants, fumbling around for the tube he always carries. Getting involved with John has taught him to always be prepared. John is possibly the greediest bottom Evan’s ever been with, bursting in at all sorts of inappropriate times and bending over.
John pulls his legs up to his chest, throwing his head back as Evan roughly pushes a finger in, moving it in and out a few times before pushing another in, then another. John is gasping and writhing and moaning by the time Evan lines up and pushes into him.
That’s the thing about John, Evan thinks as he pounds in again and again. He’s way more vocal in bed than he is out of it, little moans and whimpers and gasps spilling from his lips. On the good nights, nights when he’s been well and truly fucked to the outer limits of both their endurance, he starts talking, words making their way out of a mouth long used to holding them back. John’s not there, not yet, but as Evan glances over his shoulder and sees one of his clones slowly jerking another off, he realizes that yeah, it’s definitely going to happen tonight. He grins as he looks down at John beneath him, arching into every thrust.
“Hey,” he says, low and rough. John looks up at him, and Evan jerks his head toward the other three.
John’s eyes widen as he watches, one Evan behind a second, hand loosely stroking his cock, while the third sinks to his knees and licks at the head. The Evan in the middle groans and leans his head back on the shoulder of the one behind him, who sucks at his earlobe in a way everyone in the room knows damn well drives Evan crazy.
One of Evan’s hands moves between him and John, fingers circling his cock in much the same way as his other self’s had done, and in two strokes John comes, still staring at the other three across the room.
John looks up at him dazedly and spreads his legs a little wider, and Evan slides in just that much deeper, and he throws his head back and pants as he loses himself.
John’s smiling as he pulls Evan down for a kiss, sloppy and uncoordinated. Evan rests their foreheads together a moment later and grins.
“Ready?” he asks, and John nods. Evan pulls out and turns around, staring at the other three versions of himself as they tease each other, fingers and mouths roaming over skin. “Who’s next?”
Middle Evan extricates himself and walks over. He’s already leaking, and Evan knows it’s not going to take much to push him over the edge. He scoots back, sitting up by John’s head and running his fingers through John’s hair as he watches this other version of himself slick up and press forward into John. John lets out a slow breath and his face relaxes as Evan watches, fascinated, because this is new, being able to concentrate to fully on watching John as he gets well and truly fucked. There are tiny expressions dancing across his face, little twitches of eye and mouth and hitches of breath as the other Evan glides in and out. His mouth is open a little, Evan notices, and bends down to capture it with his own as the other Evan stutters and stills, grunting.
Another is already in his place when Evan breaks away from John, who’s moaning around his tongue. He’s moving slowly, ridiculously slowly, in and out almost lazily, and he’s got a hand stroking John in the same rhythm. He throws Evan a smirk, jerking his head towards his hand, and Evan grins as he leans down to lick at John’s spent cock.
John’s hands immediately twist into his hair as Evan noses his way down the shaft, licking and sucking. John’s cock twitches, and Evan smirks as he presses his face into the skin where hip meets groin and breathes. He mouths his way back to the tip and takes it in his mouth, using tongue and teeth and suction alternately until the moan from John’s lips is continuous, littered with spontaneous words.
“Fuck, Evan, God, oh fuck, oh Evan, yeah, please, God.” It’s the foulest litany Evan’s ever heard but he loves it, loves that John’s there, that his whole world is narrowed to Evan’s mouth on his dick and Evan’s dick in his ass and Evan’s hands roaming his body. The other Evan is still moving slowly but he’s steadily increasing his pace, thrusting in and out evenly. Evan keeps at his task, sucking and licking and stroking until the other Evan is pounding, breath strained, and John’s cock starts to fill again.
The last Evan steps up as the second moves out of the way, and he just pushes right in, pumping in and out steadily. Evan is still working his mouth over John’s cock, and he gasps as he feels hands on his own ass, fingers rubbing slick over his entrance, one of the others pushing a finger inside and stroking at his prostate until he feels himself begin to harden again, so by the time the last other Evan finishes he’s ready to go.
Evan climbs back between John’s legs and presses a kiss to the inside of one knee as he slides back in. John’s looser now, obviously, slick and open, and Evan leans down, covering John’s body with his own as he sucks at the skin on John’s jaw.
“God, Evan,” John pants, his hands reaching down to cup Evan’s ass. “Fuck, please, fuck me, hard, please, God, Evan-”
Evan groans and bites into John’s shoulder as he complies, pulling out and thrusting back in with quick, sharp movements of his hips. He gives out a gasping breath when the fingers from before return, and he’s being opened and stretched while he fucks John, and then one of the others is behind him, lining up, pressing in until Evan feels his other self resting against him. Then the other one begins to move, in and out, hard and fast, and he fucks Evan while Evan fucks John and there are hands and mouths everywhere and then John’s giving a keening cry as he comes again, clenching hard against Evan who rocks back and forth a few times before letting go. He’s dimly aware of the other Evan thrusting in a few more times, stuttering, spilling deep inside him.
-0-
“So, did you all have a good time yesterday?” McKay asks sarcastically when they all walk back into the lab the next morning. The Evans all give him the same smirk while John goes red and coughs into his hand. “Geez, Sheppard, are you allergic to this room?”
“We played Parcheesi,” Evan says, trying to draw McKay’s attention from John. “So you figured it out?”
“What? Oh, yes, of course,” McKay says, launching into a long-winded explanation that ends with, “…should all be assimilated quite easily.”
“Good,” Evan says, stepping up to the machine. “So I just do what I did yesterday?”
McKay nods. Evan gives one last look at the group of himself in the corner and shrugs, placing his hands on the console.
Suddenly, the memories flood his mind, and he sees himself on his knees in front of himself, feels himself rocking forward into another version of himself, feels his own fingers wrapping around a cock that’s both his and isn’t his, and when his eyes pop open he’s the only him in the room.
“Whoa,” he says unsteadily. John loops an arm around his shoulders, a show for McKay, but Evan sinks a little into him anyway. “I have their memories. From yesterday.”
John’s staring at him. “From when we… played Parcheesi,” he says slowly. Evan grins at him.
“Yeah. All of their memories, too, all at the same time.”
John swallows hard. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” Evan agrees, closing his eyes and remembering John under him time and time again, remembering his own fingers from both sides, remembering everything else they’d done, and he shivers. “All of it.”
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