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Part 3 of Using Power
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Merry Month of Masturbation 2021
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2021-05-15
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Magic Touch

Summary:

Callen goes to Atlantis for a rescue mission and has an intense experience with the city.

Notes:

MMOM fic 15. Part of my Atlantis 'verse - again now has a name.

Work Text:

As the door swooshed closed behind Callen in the quarters he’d been given on Atlantis he let out a relieved sigh. It had been a hell of a day and he was exhausted. He crossed to the narrow bed and flopped backwards on it, only the voice of a long-forgotten foster mother (or maybe it was his partner?) warning him about shoes on the furniture kept his feet on the floor.

He just lay there for a few minutes, staring up at the ceiling while his brain whirled and his body tried to come down from the left over adrenaline from the rescue. After a while his back protested the uncomfortable position, so he sat up and pulled off his boots. He decided to take off the uniform he’d been given to wear as well, stripping down to his underwear and leaving the T-shirt and pants in a heap on the floor.

Callen settled on the bed properly, looking over at the windows and thinking how cool it must be to live in a city on the ocean. He wondered how the sounds and scents of this ocean compared to those on Earth and as he did so, the windows opened inwards, surprising him. Callen hadn’t realized the windows even opened. He supposed this was an example of the Ancient technology responding to his genetics, as he’d been told.

Callen closed his eyes and breathed deeply, enjoying the fresh air playing across his mostly naked body. Moments later, he dropped off to sleep.

*

When Callen woke, he was disoriented at first, not sure where he was. Then he remembered; Atlantis and the mission to help rescue Colonel Sheppard and his team and relaxed again. The room was a lot darker than when he’d fallen asleep, suggesting some time had passed. He was surprised at that; usually he woke frequently when he wasn’t next to his partner. He decided it must be a combination of the comfortable feeling he had in the back of his head courtesy of Atlantis and his connection to it’s technology and the fact that there was no personal threat to him in this distant galaxy.

He noticed the windows had closed and wondered whether that was the result of a subconscious desire on his part while he was sleeping or an automatic element of the technology. He’d only been given enough information about the ATA gene he apparently carried to allow him to complete the mission he was there for and nothing else.

Callen wasn’t sure what was going to happen to him; he’d been brought to Atlantis solely for the purpose of the rescue mission and nothing else beyond that had been discussed. But he’d seen the way some of the scientists had reacted to his ability with the Ancient tech and had to wonder whether they’d want him to stay.

Of course, there was no chance that would happen if they didn’t bring Sam out here as well. Although the city gave him a feeling of warmth and welcome that Callen wasn’t used to feeling from a specific place, there was no chance of him leaving his partner behind. Sam was home to him, just like Thapa, the Gurkha who’d worked with them had said. Home was the heart and for Callen, that heart was Sam.

Callen pushed those thoughts aside for now as unproductive. He wondered what sort of information he could get from Atlantis if he was in direct contact. So far, his interactions had been limited to a puddle jumper, some artifacts and the outpost off-world where Sheppard and his team had been trapped.

Kneeling up on the bed, Callen reached out to touch the wall. Almost immediately he was bombarded with images and sensations. His back arched and he cried out, wrenching his hand off the wall as he did so. Callen collapsed down onto the bed again, breathless just from that brief experience. At the same time, he realized his cock was achingly hard in his boxer shorts. He groaned at the intensity of what he’d experienced, mind still full of jumbled images and memories.

Callen arched up again, heels digging into the bed and heat flashed through his body. He moaned and reached down to his cock, desperate for some sort of relief. He’d barely grasped himself through his shorts when he was coming hard, soaking the material and he sank down onto the bed again, out of breath from the sensual assault on his body and mind.

He managed to strip off his shorts and toss them to the floor, then drew the sheet over his naked body. Spent and exhausted from the experience, Callen slept again.

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