iPh Fic: Roleplay and Reassurance (SG-1; S/J/C)

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TITLE: Roleplay and Reassurance
AUTHOR: 38gnihsurc
PAIRING: Sam/Jack/Cameron (Stargate SG-1)
RATING: en.sea.xvii
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone!
NOTES: I'm not back... Just needed a mental break, and I've been watching so much SG-1 lately that it's just what I could bang out. // I wrote this on my iPhone, so please excuse any autocorrect errors I didn't catch. // I've never written this fandom before; I apologise if it's unbearably OOC.

"You sure you don't wanna stay?"

Cameron shook his head at Jack's question. As much as he, too, needed reassurance that their third was still alive and well after their latest exploits off-world, he knew it was Sam who needed it more. Being a part of a threesome was never easy, but he knew it was his turn to make a concession.

Jack sighed. "Well, c'mon in and see Carter first," he offered. "I know she'd want that."

"Yeah."

They walked into the dark house, slipping out of their boots and coats before venturing further into the General's home.

"Carter?" Jack called out. "Our boy wants to see you before he heads out."

"Do you have to call me that?"

Jack grinned at Cameron. "You're a boy to me."

"I'm only---"

"I'm not complaining," Jack interrupted, grinning again. He put a hand on Cameron's hip and pulled him closer. "I like your youthful... stamina," he whispered. "Keeps me feeling... ah..."

"Young?"

Jack nodded. "Exactly."

Cameron smiled. "Well, go be young with Sam tonight. She was really upset when we had to leave you behind." He paused and then added: "I was, too, but she---"

Jack cut him off with a quick kiss. "Stay," he insisted.

"Until I see Sam."

Jack shook his head. "What are we gong to do with you?"

"Give my ass the paddlin' it deserves the next time we're together," Cameron replied in a thicker voice.

Jack groaned. The younger officer grinned and stole another kiss before backing away from one of his lovers; he ventured further into the house, towards the dim glow emanating from the living room.

When he reached the door, he stopped and stared at the image seated on the sofa in front of him.

"Whoa."

Sam turned her head and looked at Cameron over her shoulder. Over the white veil that covered half of her face, her eyes sparkled in the firelight---the same light that seemed to give her skin a divine quality. The blue dress she was wearing covered most of her body but left nothing to Cameron's imagination. When his eyes gazed upon her hair, he noticed tiny gems hanging against her brow and into the loose waves that hung freely down her back.

"Cameron, did you find Carter?"

"Oh yeah."

Jack came up behind him, putting a hand on his lower back to indicate arrival, and inhaled sharply.

"Oh hell," Jack groaned. "Cam, you're staying."

"What?"

"Our Samantha's giving up control for the night. Right?"

The blonde woman nodded and smiled with her eyes. Jack reminded Cameron of one of SG-1's earliest missions as he walked into the room and started unbuttoning his shirt.

"Take off the veil," Jack insisted when he finished his explanation for Sam's behavior. "You're in private and I don't want that mouth covered up."

Samantha slowly pulled one side of the veil away and left it hanging against her throat. She smiled.

"You feel like being in our care tonight?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah," she whispered. "I just need to be yours tonight. Both of yours. It's been too long."

Jack grinned. "Hence the festive roleplaying?"

She nodded again.

Jack motioned for Cameron. Feeling a little dazed, still, he clumsily stepped forward.

"Now, wouldn't you rather stay here than go home to your empty apartment?" Jack asked him.

"Well, yeah, but---"

"Stay."

Sam's hand reached out and smoothed over his thigh; at the same time, Jack pressed up against him from behind.

Cameron groaned and closed his eyes. "You two don't play fair at all," he muttered.

"I never liked playing fair," Jack whispered gruffly. "And Blondie here never plays fair when it comes to getting what she wants from us."

Sam snorted.

Jack looked down at her. "Woman, you won't speak unless you're spoken to."

Sam bowed her head, appearing to have been chastised---except Cameron noticed a flush of desire on her cheeks and chest.

"Why don't you undress our young stud for me?" Jack asked. He stepped away from Cameron and sat down in his chair, an old, overstuffed armchair. "I'd like a little entertainment to, y'know, help me unwind at the end of a long day. And we missed the game because of that damned long debriefing."

Sam smiled and stood up. Cameron saw a glimpse of one milky-skinned thigh and he realised that the dress had a slit up one of the sides. He groaned and ducked his gaze away; he felt the woman nudge him towards Jack's position before she started to unbutton his shirt.

After pulling off his shirt, she unturned the t-shirt he wore underneath and pressed a kiss to his neck.

"You sure you want this, Sam?"

She nodded.

Cameron sighed. He needed to hear the words, so he cupped her face in his hands and repeated his question.

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, dummy," she murmured affectionately. "I want you both and I don't want to be in charge. I need this---both of you---tonight." She turned her head and kissed his hand. "Don't make me beg, okay?"

"Why?"

Sam frowned. "I can only handle worrying about one of you at a time. Jack's usually in DC, safe. I... I forgot how it feels... How terrifying it is when both of you---"

"How do you think I feel everyday knowing you two might never return?" Jack demanded. "No wonder I think I'm getting an ulcer."

"So... let's have tonight," Sam insisted. "The three of us together. No worrying. I just want to stop thinking so much and enjoy the time I have with both of you."

Cameron sighed and kissed the woman in front of him. She responded quickly, yielding to him warmly, and he lost himself in the sensations she provided.

When Jack groaned, Sam resumed undressing him. She pulled his t-shirt off from behind and then spent a few minutes brushing her hands over his exposed torso as she pressed kisses to the skin over his spine. Cameron looked into Jack's face and watched as his eyes darkened in arousal. He felt his own insides twist in need and his resolve slowly crumbled.

Sam's fingers made quick work of his belt and fly. She kneeled behind him and pulled his pants and briefs down in one smooth movement. Cameron expected to flinch, but the air was warm enough to prevent it. The feeling of several open-mouthed kisses on the backs of his thighs, though, made him inhale sharply and mutter an oath to a god he wasn't sure ever existed.

"Niiiice," Jack whispered.

Samantha rose to her feet and hugged Cameron from behind. "Stay," she whispered. "Please stay."

"You think I'm gonna leave now?" Cameron asked in an arousal-thick voice.

Jack chuckled. "I knew we'd get through to him. Samantha, come here."

Sam kissed Cameron's shoulder once more before walking around him and going to Jack. She kneeled in front of him.

"You want both of us?" he asked. She nodded. Cameron expected instant enthusiasm from Jack; one of his fantasies that Cameron exploited was the notion of Sam sandwiched between them. However, Jack cupped her face in his hands and sighed. He displayed hesitation. "You've never been ready for that before. Are you sure?"

She nodded and kissed his fingers.

Jack smiled. "Okay, but if it's too much... just say so. Roleplay or no. You got it?"

She nodded again. Jack leaned down and pulled her into his lap; she slid gracefully against him, her arms going around his neck.

When they kissed, Cameron stared. He still had trouble believing that they welcomed him into their life together, that they were alright with sharing their hearts and bodies with him. They were a perfect pair, as far as he could tell, and their invitation a year ago still touched him in ways he wasn't able to articulate.

"Jack..." Sam moaned. "Please."

"I'm in charge, missy," he murmured. He kissed her chin and brushed his fingers along the column of her throat. "You can't take that back."

"I was sitting and waiting for a while, imagining the night's events, and... y'know---"

Jack grinned. "Getting all riled up?" he teased.

"Yes!" she exclaimed.

The General chuckled. "I do like it when you get warm... and wet..." he whispered in an almost-growling voice. "Very attractive."

Sam moved to shove his shoulder but Jack caught her hand and in one relatively-smooth movement of his own, he had her hoisted over his shoulder as he stood and motioned Cameron closer.

"Bedroom, Cam," Jack instructed. He jostled Sam. She wriggled; he grinned. "Before my knees give out," he added when the younger man hesitated.

"You both---"

"Yes!"

Cameron smiled. "Okay, okay... just let me pick up our---"

"No, that can wait until morning," Jack interrupted. "Or until we're bored. Whichever comes last."

Cameron ducked his head and smiled more. "Alright," he agreed.

When Jack nudged him, he set off for their final destination. He didn't stop until he was next to the bed, and then he turned in time to see Sam being lowered onto her feet.

Jack gripped her from behind, squeezing her ass. He released the flesh to pat it twice.

"I'm gonna get undressed and join Cam on the bed," he told the woman, "And then you're gonna do the same."

She smiled and nodded. As Jack's eyes had when they were on Cameron's disrobing, hers darkened as he undressed. Cameron imagined his did, too, but he didn't like the idea of appearing so transparent, so he turned away and focused on getting on "his side" of the bed.

Jack joined him a minute later. He leaned back against the pillows and then pulled Cameron close by his dogtags---the one item Sam had not removed.

"Don't be shy," Jack insisted.

"We don't do this often," Cameron reminded him. "I'm a little out of my element."

"Get over it!"

Cameron chuckled. "Sure."

Jack kissed him, once slowly before a second deeper and more passionate embrace. Cameron felt his blood rushing south, hardening the flesh that was pressed into the body of one of his lovers.

"God," he croaked.

Jack laughed. "That's more like it."

Cameron smiled and kissed Jack's neck, feeling hungry for more; he could hear the soft rustling of fabric behind him and knew Sam was following Jack's instructions. He didn't look; instead he focused on the sensitive spot under Jack's ear.

His tongue swiped once, twice and then he sucked it into his mouth. Jack groaned; his hand swiped out before landing on Cameron's shoulder.

"Killing me here," Jack groaned.

"That's the plan," Cameron whispered.

"God," the older man muttered, "I don't know how I ended up with two young, energetic partners."

Cameron nipped at Jack's neck. The bed dipped as he heard Sam say: "You're just lucky, Jack."

"Hush, you."

Sam chuckled and eased down along his body. She reached out and caressed Cameron's abdomen. He moved instinctively to give her the room to creep between them but Jack pulled him close again.

"What about what I want?" Jack asked.

"Screw it," Cameron laughed. "I thought you'd want her close---"

"She is close," Jack insisted. "Relax, would ya?"

Cameron chuckled. He reached out and smoothed his hand over Jack's stomach before seeking Sam's skin. She sighed happily and closed her eyes. Jack brushed his fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead.

Cameron's hand moved in long, slow strokes over Sam's body. He felt her warmth increase, her muscles tense; he smiled into Jack's neck and continued his blind exploration of her body.

When his hand dipped between her thighs he was both surprised and not surprised to feel the proof of her arousal leaking onto her skin. She whimpered and rocked between his touch and Jack's body. Jack chuckled quietly and pressed kissed into her hair.

"Don't tease me," she whispered, "Please."

"For someone who said they were giving up their voice, you sure are chatty."

Sam snorted.

Jack kissed her lips; then he sought a kiss from Cameron. After two more kisses from each of them, Jack guided them together so they met in a kiss of their own. He groaned contentedly as they continued to kiss.

"Climb on Cameron, Sam," Jack whispered. "I want to watch you ride him before I join in."

Sam broke off their kiss and looked into Cameron's face. She appeared to be looking for permission so he nodded; he was ready and he had felt how ready she was, so Jack's insistence was well-timed as far as he could tell.

Sam smiled and kissed him again. She retreated once to kiss Jack, and then she was trying to gracefully climb over Jack to get to him.

Cameron helped her; he put his hands on her waist and lifted a bit. She thanked him with a kiss; she settled against him as she eased in for a few more kisses and while Cameron knew it wasn't what Jack wanted them to be doing, he wasn't complaining because Sam's kisses were pretty damned addictive.

When he felt Sam grinding down on his leg, though, he lifted her up and looked into her eyes.

"Ready?"

She nodded and smiled. Her blue eyes sparkled in the dark room. Then, she winked at him before preparing to join their bodies together.

Sex had always been something of a sacred act to Cameron. Not something to never be done---something to be wholly appreciated and savoured. It was the merging of two into one, the sharing of extremely personal space, and although he didn't always commit to lovers, he always revered the act of union---even when it was at eighteen in the back of his pick-up truck with his senior prom date.

Cameron didn't share his opinion with his current lovers, but he hoped he was able to show them at least some of how he felt.

Sam closed her eyes as she slid down, sinking down onto his erection. Cameron smoothed his hand over her stomach and up between her breasts. She whimpered in response. When he bent his knees, she leaned back against his thighs and rocked her hips to a slow, easy rhythm.

"God, you two look good together," Jack commented.

Cameron turned his head and saw the older man watching them intently; one hand was idly stroking his erection to full hardness.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," Cameron teased.

Jack laughed roughly. "The military needs another good scandal."

Sam's soft laughter joined his as she reached out for him. Her hand rested on his chest, but curled into the hand he brought up to meet it. When she tugged gently, Jack sat up and leaned towards them.

He kissed Samantha first and Cameron second.

"That's... hot," Sam whispered.

"Yeah?" Jack asked, turning to look at her as he got onto his knees. She nodded and smiled at him as he crawled around her; she rested against him when he was behind her and between Cameron's legs. "Well right back atcha, babe."

Sam laughed softly. She tipped her head against his shoulder as her laughter faded away. Jack responded by kissing her neck and rubbing his hands over her body. When one of his hands nestled between her legs, she yelped and he chuckled.

"Easy," he whispered. "Just move like before."

Sam rocked her hips slowly. Cameron clenched his jaws and tried not to be too affected by his lovers' actions. Jack was looking down at him and smirking, as his hand teased the woman between them.

"Keep it together, Cam," Jack instructed. "I'm just trying to rev her engines."

"And mine in the process," Cameron protested.

Jack grinned wolfishly. His fingers brushed over where Cameron and Sam were joined; they slipped once before seeking a better grip. Cameron groaned as the other man's fingers encircled his shaft; he felt Jack's fingers release him before he heard Sam's whimper, and when he looked up, he saw Jack's fingers pressing down on Sam's sensitive nerves.

"Easy," Jack crooned. "Just let go... we've got you."

Sam sighed restlessly and turned her head towards the man behind her. Jack caught her lips in a kiss; he nipped at her lower lip before sucking it into his mouth and worrying it with tongue and teeth.

She shuddered when Jack's fingers pressed down with more force; Cameron felt her hidden muscles gripping him more tightly before they began to pulse and ripple around him. He groaned as she whined. Jack exhaled slowly, not unaffected by the responsive reflexes of their female lover.

"Oh god," Sam whispered. "Jack... Cam..."

"You ready?" Jack asked.

Cameron looked up in time to see her nod enthusiastically. Jack grinned and kissed along her jaw; she twitched between them, dragging Cameron closer to an edge he was reluctant to approach without Jack's participation.

"Lemme know if it's too much, Sam," Jack whispered. "I'll go slow, but---"

"Stop talking and get on with it," Cameron grumbled good-naturedly. "She's a big girl. She can speak for herself."

Sam laughed and leaned down over him, holding herself up on her hands.

As they kissed, he heard Jack say: "Not tonight, technically."

Cameron chuckled into Sam's mouth. As her hair fell down around his face, he reached up and tangled his hands in it, pushing it back at the same time. When she tensed, he followed her lips for more kisses and worked to relax and please her; he wasn't sure what Jack was doing, but when the tension melted, even his kisses couldn't prevent a low, long moan from escaping her lips.

He knew the moment they were connected the way Jack fantasized. He heard the thud of a bottle hitting the floor seconds before Sam let out a high-pitched whine, before Jack growled, before the pressure around Cameron's erection increased.

It was different than feeling Jack's fingers; it was indescribable. Cameron struggled to make sense of it but lost to waves of pleasure and movement that demanded he go where his lovers were headed.

They didn't last long like that. Jack's slow thrusts pushed them into a faster rhythm they couldn't maintain under the heady sensations their nerves were receiving. Cameron managed to hold it together reasonably well---he thought---until he opened his eyes and found both Jack and Sam staring down at him.

Their collective gaze was so revealing, so potent, so full of need and want... so unguarded. Cameron heard a high-pitched whine and was surprised to realise that it was his own voice, begging the couple above him.

"Easy," Jack whispered.

"I can't---I'm too---"

"Let it happen," the older man said in an almost crooning voice. "Just let go."

He may have been talking to both of them, because climax rushed down from Sam to Cameron, and there was nothing else the younger man could say or do until the pulses of pleasure began to slow.

"Ohhh," Sam whispered, after collapsing onto Cameron's chest.

She stiffened and whimpered; he felt Jack pulling away from them and instinctively, he stroked his hands up and down her sides in an attempt to soothe her.

Jack laved her spine and shoulder with kisses when he crawled back up to them. One of his hands smoothed over her hip and thigh before trailing a reverse path over Cameron's leg.

"Not bad," he joked, earning small laughs from the other two.

Sam turned her head and huffed; Jack grinned and kissed her lips.

When Cameron eased the woman into Jack's arms, he slowly sat up and began regaining his bearings. A minute or two later, he started for Jack's bathroom; after cleaning himself up, he dampened a couple of cloths with water from the sink's faucet and then returned to the bedroom.

Sam was curled into Jack's side, her fingers idly tracing an invisible pattern on his chest. He looked rather peaceful, as did Sam. She was smiling; her eyes had been closed until she sensed Cameron's presence and then she looked at him while reaching for him with her hand.

"You okay?" he asked as he climbed back onto the bed.

She nodded. "Yeah," she murmured. "You?"

"Yeah," he replied. "Was it worth all the get-up and planning?"

She grinned. "That was a different fun. More... anticipatory."

"Well, she hasn't been fucked enough if she can still use big words," Jack mumbled.

Cameron chuckled and handed him one of the cloths. "Her brain's always been quicker than ours, Jack."

Jack snorted and nudged Sam towards Cameron as he wiped himself up with the proffered cloth; Sam went willingly, seeking a kiss from Cameron before she let him spread her legs.

He wiped her thighs gently, before using more careful strokes on her swollen folds. She sighed and closed her eyes; she hummed happily when he teased her nerves with his fingers and shivered when he inserted one digit into her body.

"Cam..."

"I know... I know," he whispered back. "I'm not gonna push. I'm just exploring."

"He's a curious young pup, isn't he?" Jack teased.

"Oh, like you wouldn't be down here between her legs if you could move, old man," Cameron shot back.

Jack chuckled and curved into Sam's body. He watched Cameron and kissed along Sam's neck; when the younger man finished, he gave him some kisses, too.

"We need to do that more often," Sam whispered.

"I agree," Jack murmured. "Cam's the one who needs to stick around more often. The young are flighty."

"That's the second time you've called me young since my brain's started working again," Cameron muttered. "Should I be offended?"

"Hardly," Jack replied. He pulled Cameron into his side and kissed him. "I'm just teasing... you know that right?"

"Yep," Cameron said. He kissed Jack again. "You want me around more?"

"Isn't that what I've been saying?"

Samantha chuckled and rubbed Cameron's arm. "I've been saying it, too," she said quietly. "I already told him he should give up his apartment and move in with one of us."

"And I told you both to move in here with me," Jack said. "You stay on base enough to have your own quarters there, and I'm in D.C. a lot so it wouldn't be the three of us on top of each other all the time---"

"And knowing we're here might convince you to come home more often?" Sam asked hopefully.

Jack chuckled. "Hey, who knows... stranger things have happened."

Cameron smiled and closed his eyes as he listened to them begin to bicker. He didn't know how he felt about giving up his home, his one private place he could go when he needed to rebuild his emotional defenses when he wasn't sure how he fit into their threesome, so he wasn't going to offer his thoughts on the matter. Jack and Sam could never agree on moving in together, anyway, so he suspected nothing would he decided that night.

It was the thought---the offer of inclusion---that counted more than the act itself, Cameron reminded himself. It was the confirmation he needed; it told him they still wanted him around, still valued him in their personal lives, and that was worth more against his insecurities than anything else.

The end!