The Hottest Blood Of All by shetiger (NC-17)

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Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay (established), John/Rodney/Evan Lorne
Length: ~20,000
Author on LJ: shetiger
Author Website: tigerrrific

I developed an immediate attachment to Lorne in SGA because he was perfectly willing to snark back at McKay...not unlike Sheppard. And so the three of them together? Gorgeous.

I particularly like the set up of this, from the plot, to how John makes sure it's known that McKay is part and parcel of John. The buildup of sexual tension is ridiculously well-written. The end is sweet and promising. A great read!


John picked up a pickle and chewed on it slowly, wondering what was the best way to bring up the spires. "You seem pretty used to having visitors," he finally ventured. "That kind of surprises me, what with the stargate so far away."

"Stargate?" Abalyn asked.

"Ring of the Ancestors," Ronon answered, mouth stuffed full of bread and cheese.

"Ah, but we are not limited by land travel like so many other worlds are," Fedith said. He gestured at John with a hunk of bread in his hand. "We might not move as quickly as your air ships, but on sea we are faster than any traveling over land that I have met. The distance to the ring is nothing."

Rodney cleared his throat. "So, ah, do you have a regular schedule, or do just show up whenever you feel like it and hope somebody's there?"

"McKay..." Lorne warned, and Rodney gave him the same look that he'd given John so many times over the past four years.

"What? It's a legitimate question."

Fedeth laughed. "Yes, we have a regular route. Our allies are well aware--" He didn't finish, though, because enough racket sounded from the front of the house that John wondered if an entire platoon was trying to shove their way in. Fedeth screeched his chair back and stood up.

"Well, get on in, woman!" he called out. "Before I think you're trying to rob me!"

A woman laughed in response, and a second later Marliane stepped into the room. She and Fedeth hugged, kind of European-style, and when they moved apart John could finally see Lindsay and Friedman jammed in the doorway, Teyla and Danforth behind them. Or at least he assumed Teyla was back there; all he could see of her was a halo of reddish-brown hair behind Friedman's shoulder.

"Someone whispered to me that you were going to make Abalyn work her fingers to the bone," Marliane said, fingers curled into Fedeth's forearm. "For shame, brother mine. For shame."

"I'm fine," Abalyn said, but her soft voice was lost between the two siblings.

"So you bring her more mouths to feed?" Fedeth asked. "Marly, you outdo yourself this time."

"Yes, I do." Marliane grinned up at him. "I suppose you won't be wanting any of my pie, then?"

"Only if you serve yourself a plate of respect along with it!"

Marliane just laughed and slapped him on the shoulder. Then she gathered up Abalyn with a glance, and together they managed to slip between the rest of John's people and out of the room.

Fedeth sank back down into his chair. "That woman needs to find a new husband, so she'll stop mothering me." Fedeth very clearly didn't look at Lorne, but John couldn't help watch the way Lorne squirmed in his chair. He wasn't blushing, but he looked uncomfortable enough that John knew he was aware of the interest implied. Aware, and not necessarily happy about it.

That really shouldn't please John as much as it did.


The Hottest Blood Of All