Esposa ch 3 NC 17
HAh! here you go. The third part of my WIP, Esposas.
Warning: herein lies smut. If you are too young to read the grown-up stuff, go away. If you aren't a slasher, you'll be happy reading something else... I have a lovely het fic on the Alpha Gate site at http://www.thealphagate.com/stories/FlightsofFantasy.asp or a genfic at http://www.thealphagate.com/stories/WhosintheShower,T.asp (yes, I am shamelessly promoting posted fic-- so?)
This part contains some het (Sam/Teal'c) and some slash (Teal'c/Jack and Daniel/Jack - Jack is a busy boy!) and also some bad language on the part of a certain civilian. You have been warned, you know...
Still interested? FYI, this is also known as The Sex Scene That Would Not End because that's what it felt like when the muse wouldn't let me end the thing!
"Carter, you are *not* sleeping on the floor! You may not have noticed, but they don't have central heat here and it's gonna get pretty cold."
"But -" she was interrupted before she could present her arguments.
"Major Carter, it is impractical. You will not be comfortable. I will be performing Kel'noreem and should then bed on the floor to avoid disturbing anyone."
"Now, hold it here, I said it was too cold!" Jack raised his voice slightly, frowning. "If anyone is sleeping on the floor, it should be me -- I'm in command here, in case you've all forgotten."
Daniel watched them in amusement over the top of his book. He cleared his throat. "Hey, guys? I…"
He never got to finish his sentence as the three of them turned to him and said as one. "No!"
Teal'c continued, saying, "DanielJackson , you are injured. You must sleep on the bed to promote healing."
"I was about to say," Daniel glowered at them all, "that I don't think it's a good idea for anyone to sleep on the floor. Our hosts may wonder if they come in to find someone sleeping by themselves. "
Sam's eyes widened and she could feel herself blushing.
"What's wrong, Sam?" Daniel asked.
"It's just… God this is embarrassing!" she moaned. "It's just that when I sleep with someone I *mphly*!" she hid her face in her hands, her last word unintelligible.
"You what, Carter? Snore? Steal the covers?" Jack was clearly amused now.
"I *snuggle*, okay?"
"What is this snuggle? Is it not a product for softening clothing?" Teal'c asked in a curious tone. Sam wasn't sure if he really didn't know or was pulling their legs. She suspected the man had more of a sense of humor than any of them knew and often indulged it at their expense.
"When you wake up in the morning, you may find me wrapped around you tighter than the blanket, all right? If there is another warm body in the bed, I just…" she gestured futilely with her hands, "… *gravitate* toward it. Especially in the cold!"
The men were clearly amused, even Teal'c.
"Well, fine. Just don't blame me if you find me in your space in the morning. I wouldn't want you three to think I was trying to ravish anyone. Although…" she eyed them speculatively and grinned. "nah… I *guess* you'll all be safe enough."
"I would not be averse to sharing warmth with you, Major Carter. It would be an honor to snuggle with you." Teal'c made the assertion in such a bland voice that Sam was positive he was teasing her.
Everyone was silent for a moment, until Jack slapped his hands together and rubbed them briskly. "Okay. So, who sleeps in the middle?"
That started a fresh round of debate. The result was that Jack pulled rank in order to sleep on the left side of the bed, swearing he would never be able to sleep otherwise. It was *his* spot. Daniel would sleep next to him, foot propped on the folded quilt. Sam was next, and Teal'c got the right side, repeating that he needed to perform his nightly ritual and did not wish to disturb the others when he came to bed. This also allowed, he said, for Major Carter to demonstrate snuggling, for his education. The fact that this arrangement left the two most experienced fighters on the outside was not lost on anyone.
Jack decreed that the Uniform of the Day (or rather the night) was to be t-shirt and PT shorts or sweats. They all began digging in packs, save Daniel who had his tossed to him by Jack. Sam looked up, clothes in hand, to realize that there was still one thing that had not been addressed. Changing clothes.
"I can go change in the bathroom, sir, if…"
"What if you run into Carlina or someone? They'll certainly wonder why you aren't changing in here, with us," Daniel felt compelled to point out, adding that the charade hadn't been his idea, but if they were going to do it, they shouldn't do it half-assed.
"O'Neill." Teal'c walked over the window and looked out. "I believe there is something outside you must observe."
Jack looked at him in confusion, then nodded and joined him. They stood with their backs to the room, resolutely gazing at the village street below them. Daniel nodded to her and raised his book up in front of his face, ostensibly reading.
Sam shrugged and hurriedly changed her clothing. As soon as she was decent, she announced, "I *have* to see what is so fascinating outside. Can I have a look?" She touched Teal'c on the shoulder, smiling her thanks and got a respectful nod in return.
She took their place and leaned her head on the glass, absently enjoying the contrast between the coolness of the pane and the warmth of the firelit room behind her. It was amusing that they had gone to such lengths to preserve her 'virtue'. It wouldn't have bothered her *that* much, really, to change in front of them. She had survived gym class and basic training, after all, experiences that tended to kill any ideas about modesty. Not to mention military physicals. It was just skin. A summer vacation spent on the beaches of Europe had made her even less worried about it. But, in her experience, American guys worried more about seeing a bit of her skin than she did about seeing theirs. The fact that her friends were so worried about embarrassing her was touching. She didn't want to spoil their effort.
She couldn't help but see the reflection of the room in the glass, though. Teal'c was standing where she had been, and she couldn't see his reflection. The bed, however, was clearly visible, as were the Colonel and Daniel. Daniel was balanced on one foot, his hand on Jack's shoulder and the other fumbling with his belt and buttons. She felt a bit guilty, peeping at them, but couldn't take her eyes away. Daniel's legs were long, muscular and hairy. She knew he had nice arms and shoulders, had seen him without a shirt. His legs, though, she hadn't really seen before. They fit the rest of him.
Jack had paused partway through dressing to help his friend and was wearing his shorts, but no shirt. His back was to her. She had seen him in shorts, during PT when they ran laps or lifted weights. But she had rarely seen him bare-chested. The shadows played over the colonel's back so she couldn't see it well, but there were lines, she thought, that must be scars. She began to feel ashamed for spying and closed her eyes, resolved not to peek anymore.
Teal'c, on the other hand, seemed to have no concept of modesty, no awareness of how his state of dress, or undress, could affect anyone. Please. The man could have modeled for Michaelangelo. He was any sane woman's wet dream, fodder for fantasy. And he acted like he had no idea.
And the thing was, that as good as these guys looked, it wasn't what made them sexy. Daniel was sexy because he seemed vulnerable, warm, sensitive and passionate. He did everything so intensely that you knew he would make love the same way.
Jack, with his self-deprecating charm and wicked wit, was sexy for his self-assurance. He knew who he was and made no apologies for it. He'd take what he wanted, undoubtedly, but you were sure to have a good time while he did.
And Teal'c, well. He was truly noble and brave. And honest. And intense. You knew he would have nothing on his mind but you and that was powerfully attractive.
Sam was incredibly lucky to work with these men and she knew it. She'd fight Hell itself to keep her place on this team. Amusingly, Carlina and her people were not too far wrong - they were married in all but the most intimate way.
She jumped as she felt a hand on her shoulder, turned to see Jack frowning at her. "Y'okay? "
"Yeah, just wool-gathering. Must be more tired than I thought." She smiled and ducked her head. She looked around and saw Teal'c sitting cross-legged on the floor next to the fireplace, not coincidentally in a perfect position to stop anyone who tried to come through the door. Daniel had already put his book down and scooted down on the pillow, hands laced behind his head. His injured foot, propped on its folded quilt, made an odd lump at the foot of the bed.
She walked around the bed to the right side and crawled under the covers, scrunched her pillow up to fit under her head perfectly. "Your foot bothering you, Daniel?"
"No, I'm fine," he answered. At the skeptical look she tossed over her shoulder at him, he protested, "I am! Why doesn't anyone ever believe me?"
Sam and Jack just glanced at each other and she rolled back onto her right side and settled down to sleep. "Well, let me know if you need more meds, okay?" she asked, stifling a yawn.
"I will. G'night."
"Night, Daniel. Night, sir. Night Teal'c."
"Good night, John Boy." Jack snarked back only to laugh when Teal'c asked,
"Who is this John Boy?"
~*~*~*~
Sam woke up, slightly disoriented. She felt the bed shift under her on her left and a warm body slide in beside.
"You must move, there is no room," Teal'c whispered softly.
She recalled where they were and scooted toward the warmth at her back. A glance over her shoulder showed Daniel snoring softly on his back, his foot still propped on the pillow at the end of the bed. Jack was on his side and using Daniel as a body-pillow. Jack's right leg was draped over Daniel's lower body and the colonel's arm was draped protectively over his friend's torso. The two men were sharing breath, the silver hair close enough to the brown that the heads touched. Sam wished she had a camera to preserve the scene..
She looked up and saw that Teal'c was looking at them with a look of veiled amusement. He caught her glance and raised an eyebrow, slipping under the quilts and settling. It left her little room and no choice but to snuggle. Glad that she had a reasonable excuse, she turned her back to Teal'c and spooned up to his chest.
With his strong arms wrapped around her and his breath in her hair, she felt a sense of safety and comfort. It reminded her of her childhood when she had sheltered in her father's arms during fierce thunderstorms, seeking safety. There was a difference, of course.
She was vitally aware that this was not her father. The exhalations that stirred her hair caused goosebumps down the back of her neck and she was suddenly aware of the way her hands were resting on his, the way their feet were tangled together, his flat abdomen against her lower back, of every breath he took and how her own matched it, the two of them breathing in rhythm.
She had trouble going to sleep again, unable to relax due to the heat curling up through her abdomen, the tight feeling traveling from her groin. Teal'c shifted behind her and she *knew* he was feeling the effects of their intimate position as well.
"Samantha," he said softly into her ear and she was half-afraid, yet half-hopeful that he would suggest what her body was craving. Instead, she heard him say, "You must sleep." There was no suggestion in his voice, no hint of desire.
She deliberately relaxed, a muscle at a time. Soothing imagery - of lying in a boat on a calm sea and rocking gently back and forth - calmed her, a trick she had learned long ago.
Soon she was back asleep, knowing that she was safe in a way that she wasn't at home in her own bed. Here, she was with three companions who would defend her with their lives, even as she would for any of them. She was not alone.
* * *
The dream was extremely intense. She was lying in the bed, wrapped in powerful arms. Knowing hands ran and down her body, dipping between her legs, applying expert pressure and stimulus. Lips and teeth grazed the nape of her neck, causing chills, goosebumps pebbling her skin. Tiny shivers ran through her body like liquid heat.
Looking straight ahead, she could see Daniel pinning Jack to the bed, kissing him thoroughly. Firelight flickered off their slick arms and chests as their bodies moved in tandem. She couldn't tell who was being penetrated but, knowing her two friends, it probably didn't matter. They were totally focused on each other, and she found it surprisingly arousing. She had never considered that watching two men would be, but this was Jack and Daniel. With their close friendship, it seemed natural, right, an extension of who they were together.
Her dream lover was at her back and she could not see his face but she knew every detail of it. His musky arousal filled her nostrils and she knew that if she looked down, the hands that slid across her skin would be chocolate brown, strong and incredibly tender. It was Teal'c, she knew, for she had dreamt this before. In her dreams, before and now, she gave her body over to him, submitting to his touch.
He slid inside her, filling her yet leaving her unfulfilled, as only a dream can. A hand cupped her breast, teasing her nipple while the other circled the nub of her clit. He thrust deeply into her, and she raised her arm up and back to capture the curve of his smooth skull in her hand, arching her back to invite him deeper into her body, matching his rhythm, aroused, yearning, demanding, desiring, needing…
As her level of arousal rose so did her frustration, for it was just a dream and could not match the reality of what she wanted. Her body throbbed with desire, her clit pulsed along with her heartbeat as she bucked against him. His hands seemed to be everywhere, between her legs, stroking along her forearms, making small circles on the flat of her stomach and up to her breasts, an endless cascade of caresses that heightened all sensation of touch and made her long for more.
There was no sharp separation between her dream of passion and the waking realization that she and Teal'c were writhing slowly against each other, each obviously dreaming the same sort of dream, fueling each other's imaginings.
The body behind her stilled and a hiss of indrawn breath let her know that he was awake, too. Awake, and as full of need as she was.
Sam herself was on the brink of a powerful orgasm that seemed as if it would never come, panting raggedly as she turned over in the circle of her friend's arms to look into his eyes. There were no shutters on these windows to his thoughts. His gaze was full of desire, burned with need and she froze, unsure.
A long time past, she had learned, painfully, that the surest way to lose a male friend was to give in to desire. It changed the dynamic and suddenly she was less a friend and more a quick lay, less respected, less in his eyes in every way. She did not want that to happen with Teal'c. At the least, she would lose his respect. At worst, someone would lose a life.
They stared at each other for what seemed like hours, she stalled by indecision, he waiting - waiting patiently, denying his own wants, for *her* to decide, waiting to see what she wanted - and she knew. This friendship, this relationship could not be compared to those lost long ago. Here was a man who had earned her trust, time after time, and she would trust him with anything in her life. He and the two other men lying in this bed were so much inside her skin already, sharing every possible aspect of her life, that it seemed petty to think that she could not trust them with her body, with her heart. This act could only complete what had begun so many missions ago, with shared danger and pain. She reached her decision as he reached his. His eyes began to flicker shut and she knew he was going to be noble and back off, to let this thing between them fall away as if it had never happened. If she let that happen, it would never be referred to again, and the knowledge of that loss might be her undoing.
As he began to speak, she moved, fitting her mouth over his and slipping her tongue inside, gently teasing his. A heartbeat later, his mouth softened and he began to kiss her back, beginning tenderly and growing more passionate and demanding by the second. His fingers tangled in her hair, angling her mouth for easier kissing and she cradled his jaw in her hand for the same reason.
They paused for breath, staring in each other's eyes again and she was pleased to find no trace of doubt left in his. That was good since she was damned if she wanted to stop now. A twist and a turn brought her on top of him, him flat on his back and not protesting a bit. Her knees fell to either side of his legs, centering her damp crotch over his erection, which was tenting his shorts impressively. She rocked experimentally. The friction was delightful and brought a low moan from Teal'c.
She took advantage of the position to do something she had longed to do since the first time she saw the Jaffa shirtless - run her hands over the inviting chest before her. Her fingers splayed across the planes of it, the swell of the muscles rippling as he grasped her hips and undulated under her. She couldn't help the hitch in her breath and cursed the need for quiet. His skin was slick with their mingled sweat and she ran her tongue lightly along his collarbone.
The taste was of sweat and shea butter, spice and earth, like nothing she could name or describe but was the essence of the man she sat astride. He tipped his head back, exposing his throat and his hands tightened on her hips. Symbolically, he was offering more than his throat, he was offering himself, allowing her to do what she liked and there was no way she *wasn't* going to take him.
Her tongue made its way to his ear. She pulled the lobe into her mouth, biting gently then soothing it with a gentle suckling. One hand left her hip and trailed up her back, under her shirt. A tremor followed the hand that barely touched her skin and her toes curled hard in reaction. She captured his bottom lip, sucking then licking before she moved to his neck, felt the pulse in his jugular against her lips as well as the breathy, quiet moan that came when she moved her hips.
This incredible man could kill with his bare hands, had done so, was frightened by nothing. She had heard him speak in many moods, his deep voice resonating anger, resolve, faith, hatred, loss. Now, she wanted to know how he sounded in pleasure, wanted to be able to hear what noises he made as he came..
She began to slide down his body, mouth trailing kisses, every part of his chest licked and nibbled, tasted and sucked. Her tank top bunched up and caught, allowing her bare stomach and breasts to slide along him as she moved. The nipples, dark chocolate and taut, pebbled under her mouth. A little lower and she found herself facing his symbiote pouch.
She paused for a moment. While she had no love for the Goua'uld and the thought of carrying an immature one was revolting to her, this was part of Teal'c, as much a part of him as his tattoo or his sense of honor. As such, it couldn't repulse her and she traced the lines of the opening with a gentle forefinger before pressing a kiss to each flap and moving down again.
Teal'c moved his hands from her to the bedding as she moved, grabbing fistfuls of cloth as she began to mouth his erection through his shorts. Here his scent was strongest, and she couldn't wait to taste him fully. Most women didn't enjoy this but she did, enjoyed the sense of power and dominance she got from it.
The shorts slipped down , the elastic snagging a bit before sliding over his cock to rest on his hips. Teal'c was fastidious and it was obvious here, smelling clean and fresh rather than stale. She began at the base of his cock and licked slowly up in one long swipe. At the top, she swirled her tongue around the head, like catching the drips on an ice cream cone. A dip of her head and she had him deep in her mouth, sucking, then back to gentle licks along the shaft. She alternated between licks and sucks, trying to prolong the pleasure as his breathing grow more and more ragged.
Teal'c placed a hand on her head, not to urge her on as most of her lovers had, but to raise her head. She looked at him questioningly.
"Samantha," he whispered and she knew. She moved up and his hands held her shorts where they were, so they slipped down as she went. His cock was still wet as she straddled it and she was wet as well so there was no resistance at all as he penetrated her. It had been quite a while and her muscles protested the stretching even as she rejoiced at the feel of him inside her.
As he moved, slowly, gently, they kissed again. His lips were gentle, teasing. There was no urgency in his kisses nor his thrusts, though she was sure he had been close to shooting off. His kisses seemed to indicate that there was all the time in the world for this. Morning could not come until they did and the world could await their convenience. At times, his lips barely brushed hers. At others, they softly sealed over her mouth as his tongue slid tantalizingly over hers.
Her arousal built steadily. She rode out the first orgasm, gasping softly into his mouth as he continued to slowly thrust, in no hurry to finish. The second orgasm came not long after, building more quickly and leaving her shaking and gasping for breath. As the third built, she rested her forehead on a solid shoulder, digging her nails into his biceps unaware, panting.
"Now, Teal'c… now…" she moaned, muffling her words against his skin. She was trying to meet his thrusts but had no leverage to do anything but enjoy the ride. She could tell he was getting closer. The thrusts were still smooth but deeper and slightly faster. When the orgasm hit, she felt like fireworks were exploding behind her eyes and quivers ran down her from head to foot. Strong arms held her tightly, and Teal'c murmured words she could not understand. A feeling of extreme lassitude came over her, and she dropped off to sleep where she was, draped bonelessly over her lover.
She did not wake fully, even as her clothing was adjusted and the quilt was tucked up around her shoulders.
* * *
Jack was used to sleeping lightly off-world. He trusted his instincts and knew that any changes in the noises around him would wake him up, so he wasn't worried about not setting watches in this seemingly safe environment.
When he woke this time, he had trouble pinpointing what had roused hum. His first thought had been that Daniel was pain, needed his meds. He opened his eyes to find himself curled around the civilian, who was snoring softly against his cheek. He was sure he had heard a moan though, which left…
A glance across the bed told him where the noise had come from and he froze with indecision.
Teal'c lay flat on his back and Carter - Carter, fer Christ's sake! - was sliding down his front, her mouth working at the tent in the Jaffa's shorts as she pulled them down.
Jack should probably stop this, a sane, little voice in the back of his head informed him. But technically, there were no regs that prohibited this. Which didn't make it a good idea, but did make it none of his business. So why didn't he just go back to sleep and forget he saw this?
Because, the sight of Carter wrapping her mouth around Teal'c's shaft was incredibly hot, especially coupled with the effect it had on the man she was fellating. Because, as often as both had been in his dreams, the chance to see either one of them in this state (let alone both) was priceless and he wasn't about to let it go. Because his own cock was hard as a rock in the crevice between Daniel's body and the bed, and there was no way in hell he'd be getting back to sleep anytime soon.
He couldn't seem to take his eyes off Carter's face as she slid her tongue up the dark cock with a slurp of obvious pleasure. Then she took the head in her mouth and sucked, wringing another low moan from her lover, the same sound that had woken Jack in the first place.
When Jack's eyes flicked to the man's face, he saw brown eyes looking back at him, saw a pink tongue lick full lips. A heartbeat passed as each waited for the other to say something and when neither did, Teal'c closed his eyes again, tipped his head back in pleasure and hissed.
Jack looked back toward Carter, amazed at her enthusiasm as she used her mouth and tongue. Teal'c raised a hand to her blonde hair and Jack lowered his lids, peering through the lashes as her name was rumbled and she climbed on top of the muscular body, losing her shorts along the way.
Teal'c raised his hips and his erection disappeared from view, into the pale body straddling him and now Carter was moaning. It hadn't seemed possible before, but Jack was harder than ever.
The pace Teal'c set hardly moved the bed, yet seemed to satisfy, if the sounds Sam was making were any example. She began to writhe and shudder. Jack's mouth was dry and his own breath was rough as he watched her body spasm twice before she dropped her head onto a broad shoulder and a third spasm took her. Teal'c lifted his hips, driving in once, twice, three times before settling back onto the bed, obviously spent.
For a few minutes, no one moved. Daniel slept on, oblivious. Carter appeared to be drifting off into a sated sleep. Jack stared in hungry fascination, and Teal'c gazed at him over her shoulder. Nothing was said.
Teal'c inclined his head, acknowledging what he saw in Jack's eyes, then slid Carter off him onto the bed. Her shorts were pulled up smoothly and the quilt tucked around her shoulders. She didn't stir, simply settled deeper into sleep.
Jack wished he could do the same. Teal'c folded the quilt back and Jack could see that the Jaffa was hard again. The blue shorts were still down around his hips, exposing his erection to Jack's hungry gaze. Teal'c wrapped a hand around it and looked at him in challenge.
The two men were both undeniably aroused but there were two sleeping individuals between them and what Jack *wanted* was nothing anyone would sleep through, even under heavy sedation. What they could do, though, was quiet and heady enough in its own way. He rolled off Daniel, and scooted toward the head of the bed, sliding his own shorts down as he did. His erection bobbed, tapping his abdomen and leaving a smear of fluid behind. The cool air swirled on the heated flesh, heightening the sensation and Jack sucked air through his teeth soundlessly.
As he wrapped his right hand around his member, he looked at Teal'c, meeting serious eyes. The two men began stroking themselves, Teal'c setting the pace, Jack matching it stroke for stroke. He stared at Teal'c, watched the strong hand slide up and down, felt his own do the same and imagined what it would feel like to stroke each other instead.
The Jaffa lifted his left hand, wetting two fingers in his mouth. The hand went back down, between his legs and Jack nearly came then, knowing that Teal'c was thrusting them into his own ass, moving them in time to the hand on his cock. Following suit, Jack stuck three fingers in his own mouth, sucking them deliberately while maintaining his gaze with Teal'c. The other man's eyes darkened and followed the movement down. Jack lifted his knees and let them fall open, allowing himself better access. Instead of thrusting his fingers in directly, Jack traced the moist digits around his hole, teasing himself while pretending it was a tongue; rimming and dipping tentatively, never quite penetrating, then sliding a single one in. He had to bite his lip to keep from crying out.
A few thrusts and he added the other fingers, enjoying the sensation of fullness. The dual stimulation of stroking his cock and the fingers brushing his prostate was too much, and he felt his balls contract. He was going to come, was going to spill his load on his hand in front of Teal'c, with their eyes locked together.
He panted harshly, licked his lips and bit them again, trying to keep from screaming as a grunted "Teal'c!" escaped his lips. Slick fluid slithered down his hand and shaft. Evidently, the sight was enough to tip the other man over the edge, grunting almost silently as he came, too.
Nothing was said. Teal'c had an expression on his face that Jack could not interpret, but he knew that he wanted to get the big man alone somewhere with a flat surface soon. Preferably somewhere soundproof and with plenty of lube on hand.
While his dick was satisfied for now, his mind wasn't and he closed his eyes to try to collect himself. A long time later, he opened them to find Teal'c curled again around Sam, asleep.
No help for it. He was awake now and he knew from experience that he wasn't likely to get back to sleep any time soon. He also didn't want to go to sleep and wake up sticky with dried semen, especially sleeping so close to Daniel.
He slid quietly out of bed, grabbed the t-shirt he had worn that day and used it to wipe himself off. It wasn't a perfect solution, but it would do for now. He dug in his pack, looking for his paperback, when he heard a sound behind him.
"Jack?" Daniel blinked sleepily at him.
"Yeah, it's okay… just a bit of insomnia. Go back to sleep."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. Unless… how's the ankle?" Jack glanced at his watch. "Need more ibuprofen?" It had been nearly 6 hours since he had taken the last dose.
Daniel grimaced and nodded.
Jack dug in the med kit for the packets of pills and handed two to his friend, along with a glass of water from the side table. There were a few Tylenol 3 in the medkit, but both men had had experience with addiction and tended to avoid anything that could lead to another 'habit'. The ibuprofen would not do as much as the codeine-laced acetemetiphen but was the safer alternative.
As he leaned over to pass the pills, Daniel looked up at him, nostrils flaring. He glanced over his shoulder at the two people behind him and sniffed deeply, then looked back at Jack, eyebrows raised.
"What?" Jack asked in his best innocent voice. It didn't fool his friend for a minute.
"Insomnia, huh? The room reeks of sex, Jack. Am I the only one who didn't get lucky tonight?"
"Well, I won't speak for them, but I was over here with you, remember?" Jack deliberately didn't meet the blue eyes.
Daniel grabbed Jack's right hand, pills still cupped in the palm and sniffed it. "Didn't stop you did it?" Jack's eyes snapped up and they stared at each other. Without dropping his gaze, Daniel lifted the hand to his mouth and flicked his tongue into the crease of the thumb, tasting traces of bitterness and salt.
Jack's breath caught and he couldn't believe what he saw in Daniel's eyes. The two of them were close friends, but he had never dared to hope to have that expression pinned on him. It was predatory and piercing and Jack felt his dick jump in reaction. Daniel's tongue slid to the end of the thumb, circling it and then sucked the digit into his mouth. Jack couldn't tear his eyes away from that clear blue gaze. His thumb was released and that talented tongue lapped up the pain medicine, barely scraping the sensitive skin of his palm.
"Daniel…" the name escaped his lips before he could stop it. He was powerless here and knew it, knew that he was not in control of this situation, hadn't been since the first little sound had woken him earlier. He wasn't used to the feeling, had never enjoyed it before. So why was there a flicker of desire at the thought?
The water glass was taken from his nerveless fingers and Daniel filled his mouth with the fluid and tipped his head back to wash the pills down. He handed the glass back to Jack, who set it safely on the table before turning back to look down nervously at his friend.
Daniel grabbed the front of Jack's shirt, pulling his head down so they were nose to nose. This forced Jack to sit awkwardly on the bed, one leg under him and the other draped over the side.
"Did you touch yourself, Jack?" The breathy words zipped straight to his cock. "Did you watch them? Did you want it to be you?" Jack nodded slowly, unable to stop himself. "You wanted it to be you who was fucking Sam? Or was it Teal'c you wanted, Jack? Was it Teal'c you wanted touching you?"
Jack's mouth was so dry he had trouble forming the word, but he couldn't help answering. "Both," he whispered softly, unable to stop the confession.
"And me, Jack? Do you want me touch you?"
"Yes." They were so close that Jack could actually taste Daniel's words, breath ghosted over parted lips. Daniel was the master of words, able to use them like weapons. Jack had never considered the flip side of that, arousal with a few carefully chosen phrases.
"What else, Jack? What else do you want?" Daniel still gripped Jack's shirt with one hand. The other was sliding around the hem of it, teasing him with the prospect that it might, just might, slide up under it.
Jack licked his lips. He tried to speak, found himself unable to.
"Do you want me to taste you? To take you into my mouth and suck you dry, suck you until I can taste your come first-hand? Or do you want to taste me? Do you want to know how I taste?" Jack nodded dumbly, still unable to look away from Daniel's eyes.
"What else, Jack? Do you want to fuck me? Of course you do. That's who you are, after all, the man on top. But what if I told you that *I* am going to fuck *you*? What if I told you that I intend to ream you out, to ride you till you are ragged? And that you will beg me not to stop? What about that?"
"Unnhh…" was all the reply he could make as the blood rushed from his head to fill his cock even more, now so incredibly hard that it was painful, in spite of his earlier release.
"Kiss me, Jack" Daniel ordered, releasing his shirt. That was a command Jack could comply with. His head snapped forward and he found himself slipping his tongue into Daniel's mouth, grinding their lips together furiously.
He had long held back from Daniel, denied his desire for his friend, as he had for the other two members of the team. If it ain't broke, don't screw with it. What they had, worked and there was no sense taking chances, right? But now, with the opportunity not only knocking but sticking his tongue down his throat? There was no way in hell he was going to pass this up.
They broke apart abruptly, panting for more, yet needing to breathe. Even more, Jack needed to look Daniel in the eyes, to confirm that they could do this, they could have this without ending what had to be the best thing that had happened to Jack in a very long time. Daniel seemed to sense it and one side of his mouth curled up. He nodded at Jack, raising his eyebrows in a challenge.
It was just so… Daniel, that look. That in itself reassured him and he couldn't help smiling before pushing him back onto his pillows. They lay on their sides facing each other. Both knew what they wanted and there was no hesitation as they took each other's cocks in hand.
Oh, it wasn't what they really wanted, but it would do, this time. Jack arched, pressing his cock into those nimble fingers, sliding up and down, squeezing and releasing in just the right rhythm. He did his best for Daniel, trying to use what he knew worked for him, but it was incredibly hard to think when he knew who it was jerking him off.
Before tonight Jack would have said he was past the age where second time could happen so soon after the first. He was no horny teenager, able to go to bat so soon after hitting the home run… but he had lusted after Daniel for a long time and never dared to believe this could happen. The thought that Daniel might consent to more, was willing to do more than grab his dick -- that was better than Viagra.
He wanted to look at Daniel but his eyes kept closing in pleasure. He wanted to taste Daniel, but their hands between them effectively kept their lips apart. He wanted to touch, to trace those lips with his fingers, to feel the silk of brown hair, the scratch of stubble against his palm, but they were on their sides, each with one hand on the other's cock and the other hand kind of trapped by their postion. Jack satisfied himself with grabbing Daniel's 'free' hand with his and somehow it was enough.
The simple act of holding his hand seemed as intimate, if not more so, than the mutual handjob. Daniel's long fingers grabbed at his, entwined them together and squeezed twice.
Daniel made a low noise in the back of his throat, surprisingly like a growl and Jack opened his eyes to see that full lower lip bitten by even white teeth, even as Daniel came. Although he felt a surge of arousal and his dick jumped in Daniel's hand, he had come only a short time before. It would be a little longer for him.
Daniel seemed to realize this. He let go of Jack's erection. Jack's messy right hand was grabbed by the wrist and moved to his own member. The feel of Daniel's come, still warm, slick and slippery, was hot, especially when Daniel wrapped his hand around Jack's. The come lubricated the stroking. And when Daniel slipped his hand down to cup his tightening balls, fingertips teasing the sensitive flesh, he barely suppressed his shout of pleasure, calling out Daniel's name in release.
They did move closer then, a full-body hug that turned into cuddle with Daniel kissing Jack's temple about the time they fell asleep. Neither noticed the blue eyes watching with interest from the other side of the bed. Sam smiled softly and drifted back to the sleep that Jack's shout had woken her from. Teal'c tightened his arm around her in a quick embrace and she sighed contentedly.
end part three
On a personal note - what a day! my daughter broke her collarbone and I had to leave work to take her to the emergency room! She is upset, mostly because it is her right one, which will hinder her ability to write and draw. She is sorta happy about not having to play volleyball in gym, though.
Warning: herein lies smut. If you are too young to read the grown-up stuff, go away. If you aren't a slasher, you'll be happy reading something else... I have a lovely het fic on the Alpha Gate site at http://www.thealphagate.com/stories/FlightsofFantasy.asp or a genfic at http://www.thealphagate.com/stories/WhosintheShower,T.asp (yes, I am shamelessly promoting posted fic-- so?)
This part contains some het (Sam/Teal'c) and some slash (Teal'c/Jack and Daniel/Jack - Jack is a busy boy!) and also some bad language on the part of a certain civilian. You have been warned, you know...
Still interested? FYI, this is also known as The Sex Scene That Would Not End because that's what it felt like when the muse wouldn't let me end the thing!
"Carter, you are *not* sleeping on the floor! You may not have noticed, but they don't have central heat here and it's gonna get pretty cold."
"But -" she was interrupted before she could present her arguments.
"Major Carter, it is impractical. You will not be comfortable. I will be performing Kel'noreem and should then bed on the floor to avoid disturbing anyone."
"Now, hold it here, I said it was too cold!" Jack raised his voice slightly, frowning. "If anyone is sleeping on the floor, it should be me -- I'm in command here, in case you've all forgotten."
Daniel watched them in amusement over the top of his book. He cleared his throat. "Hey, guys? I…"
He never got to finish his sentence as the three of them turned to him and said as one. "No!"
Teal'c continued, saying, "DanielJackson , you are injured. You must sleep on the bed to promote healing."
"I was about to say," Daniel glowered at them all, "that I don't think it's a good idea for anyone to sleep on the floor. Our hosts may wonder if they come in to find someone sleeping by themselves. "
Sam's eyes widened and she could feel herself blushing.
"What's wrong, Sam?" Daniel asked.
"It's just… God this is embarrassing!" she moaned. "It's just that when I sleep with someone I *mphly*!" she hid her face in her hands, her last word unintelligible.
"You what, Carter? Snore? Steal the covers?" Jack was clearly amused now.
"I *snuggle*, okay?"
"What is this snuggle? Is it not a product for softening clothing?" Teal'c asked in a curious tone. Sam wasn't sure if he really didn't know or was pulling their legs. She suspected the man had more of a sense of humor than any of them knew and often indulged it at their expense.
"When you wake up in the morning, you may find me wrapped around you tighter than the blanket, all right? If there is another warm body in the bed, I just…" she gestured futilely with her hands, "… *gravitate* toward it. Especially in the cold!"
The men were clearly amused, even Teal'c.
"Well, fine. Just don't blame me if you find me in your space in the morning. I wouldn't want you three to think I was trying to ravish anyone. Although…" she eyed them speculatively and grinned. "nah… I *guess* you'll all be safe enough."
"I would not be averse to sharing warmth with you, Major Carter. It would be an honor to snuggle with you." Teal'c made the assertion in such a bland voice that Sam was positive he was teasing her.
Everyone was silent for a moment, until Jack slapped his hands together and rubbed them briskly. "Okay. So, who sleeps in the middle?"
That started a fresh round of debate. The result was that Jack pulled rank in order to sleep on the left side of the bed, swearing he would never be able to sleep otherwise. It was *his* spot. Daniel would sleep next to him, foot propped on the folded quilt. Sam was next, and Teal'c got the right side, repeating that he needed to perform his nightly ritual and did not wish to disturb the others when he came to bed. This also allowed, he said, for Major Carter to demonstrate snuggling, for his education. The fact that this arrangement left the two most experienced fighters on the outside was not lost on anyone.
Jack decreed that the Uniform of the Day (or rather the night) was to be t-shirt and PT shorts or sweats. They all began digging in packs, save Daniel who had his tossed to him by Jack. Sam looked up, clothes in hand, to realize that there was still one thing that had not been addressed. Changing clothes.
"I can go change in the bathroom, sir, if…"
"What if you run into Carlina or someone? They'll certainly wonder why you aren't changing in here, with us," Daniel felt compelled to point out, adding that the charade hadn't been his idea, but if they were going to do it, they shouldn't do it half-assed.
"O'Neill." Teal'c walked over the window and looked out. "I believe there is something outside you must observe."
Jack looked at him in confusion, then nodded and joined him. They stood with their backs to the room, resolutely gazing at the village street below them. Daniel nodded to her and raised his book up in front of his face, ostensibly reading.
Sam shrugged and hurriedly changed her clothing. As soon as she was decent, she announced, "I *have* to see what is so fascinating outside. Can I have a look?" She touched Teal'c on the shoulder, smiling her thanks and got a respectful nod in return.
She took their place and leaned her head on the glass, absently enjoying the contrast between the coolness of the pane and the warmth of the firelit room behind her. It was amusing that they had gone to such lengths to preserve her 'virtue'. It wouldn't have bothered her *that* much, really, to change in front of them. She had survived gym class and basic training, after all, experiences that tended to kill any ideas about modesty. Not to mention military physicals. It was just skin. A summer vacation spent on the beaches of Europe had made her even less worried about it. But, in her experience, American guys worried more about seeing a bit of her skin than she did about seeing theirs. The fact that her friends were so worried about embarrassing her was touching. She didn't want to spoil their effort.
She couldn't help but see the reflection of the room in the glass, though. Teal'c was standing where she had been, and she couldn't see his reflection. The bed, however, was clearly visible, as were the Colonel and Daniel. Daniel was balanced on one foot, his hand on Jack's shoulder and the other fumbling with his belt and buttons. She felt a bit guilty, peeping at them, but couldn't take her eyes away. Daniel's legs were long, muscular and hairy. She knew he had nice arms and shoulders, had seen him without a shirt. His legs, though, she hadn't really seen before. They fit the rest of him.
Jack had paused partway through dressing to help his friend and was wearing his shorts, but no shirt. His back was to her. She had seen him in shorts, during PT when they ran laps or lifted weights. But she had rarely seen him bare-chested. The shadows played over the colonel's back so she couldn't see it well, but there were lines, she thought, that must be scars. She began to feel ashamed for spying and closed her eyes, resolved not to peek anymore.
Teal'c, on the other hand, seemed to have no concept of modesty, no awareness of how his state of dress, or undress, could affect anyone. Please. The man could have modeled for Michaelangelo. He was any sane woman's wet dream, fodder for fantasy. And he acted like he had no idea.
And the thing was, that as good as these guys looked, it wasn't what made them sexy. Daniel was sexy because he seemed vulnerable, warm, sensitive and passionate. He did everything so intensely that you knew he would make love the same way.
Jack, with his self-deprecating charm and wicked wit, was sexy for his self-assurance. He knew who he was and made no apologies for it. He'd take what he wanted, undoubtedly, but you were sure to have a good time while he did.
And Teal'c, well. He was truly noble and brave. And honest. And intense. You knew he would have nothing on his mind but you and that was powerfully attractive.
Sam was incredibly lucky to work with these men and she knew it. She'd fight Hell itself to keep her place on this team. Amusingly, Carlina and her people were not too far wrong - they were married in all but the most intimate way.
She jumped as she felt a hand on her shoulder, turned to see Jack frowning at her. "Y'okay? "
"Yeah, just wool-gathering. Must be more tired than I thought." She smiled and ducked her head. She looked around and saw Teal'c sitting cross-legged on the floor next to the fireplace, not coincidentally in a perfect position to stop anyone who tried to come through the door. Daniel had already put his book down and scooted down on the pillow, hands laced behind his head. His injured foot, propped on its folded quilt, made an odd lump at the foot of the bed.
She walked around the bed to the right side and crawled under the covers, scrunched her pillow up to fit under her head perfectly. "Your foot bothering you, Daniel?"
"No, I'm fine," he answered. At the skeptical look she tossed over her shoulder at him, he protested, "I am! Why doesn't anyone ever believe me?"
Sam and Jack just glanced at each other and she rolled back onto her right side and settled down to sleep. "Well, let me know if you need more meds, okay?" she asked, stifling a yawn.
"I will. G'night."
"Night, Daniel. Night, sir. Night Teal'c."
"Good night, John Boy." Jack snarked back only to laugh when Teal'c asked,
"Who is this John Boy?"
~*~*~*~
Sam woke up, slightly disoriented. She felt the bed shift under her on her left and a warm body slide in beside.
"You must move, there is no room," Teal'c whispered softly.
She recalled where they were and scooted toward the warmth at her back. A glance over her shoulder showed Daniel snoring softly on his back, his foot still propped on the pillow at the end of the bed. Jack was on his side and using Daniel as a body-pillow. Jack's right leg was draped over Daniel's lower body and the colonel's arm was draped protectively over his friend's torso. The two men were sharing breath, the silver hair close enough to the brown that the heads touched. Sam wished she had a camera to preserve the scene..
She looked up and saw that Teal'c was looking at them with a look of veiled amusement. He caught her glance and raised an eyebrow, slipping under the quilts and settling. It left her little room and no choice but to snuggle. Glad that she had a reasonable excuse, she turned her back to Teal'c and spooned up to his chest.
With his strong arms wrapped around her and his breath in her hair, she felt a sense of safety and comfort. It reminded her of her childhood when she had sheltered in her father's arms during fierce thunderstorms, seeking safety. There was a difference, of course.
She was vitally aware that this was not her father. The exhalations that stirred her hair caused goosebumps down the back of her neck and she was suddenly aware of the way her hands were resting on his, the way their feet were tangled together, his flat abdomen against her lower back, of every breath he took and how her own matched it, the two of them breathing in rhythm.
She had trouble going to sleep again, unable to relax due to the heat curling up through her abdomen, the tight feeling traveling from her groin. Teal'c shifted behind her and she *knew* he was feeling the effects of their intimate position as well.
"Samantha," he said softly into her ear and she was half-afraid, yet half-hopeful that he would suggest what her body was craving. Instead, she heard him say, "You must sleep." There was no suggestion in his voice, no hint of desire.
She deliberately relaxed, a muscle at a time. Soothing imagery - of lying in a boat on a calm sea and rocking gently back and forth - calmed her, a trick she had learned long ago.
Soon she was back asleep, knowing that she was safe in a way that she wasn't at home in her own bed. Here, she was with three companions who would defend her with their lives, even as she would for any of them. She was not alone.
* * *
The dream was extremely intense. She was lying in the bed, wrapped in powerful arms. Knowing hands ran and down her body, dipping between her legs, applying expert pressure and stimulus. Lips and teeth grazed the nape of her neck, causing chills, goosebumps pebbling her skin. Tiny shivers ran through her body like liquid heat.
Looking straight ahead, she could see Daniel pinning Jack to the bed, kissing him thoroughly. Firelight flickered off their slick arms and chests as their bodies moved in tandem. She couldn't tell who was being penetrated but, knowing her two friends, it probably didn't matter. They were totally focused on each other, and she found it surprisingly arousing. She had never considered that watching two men would be, but this was Jack and Daniel. With their close friendship, it seemed natural, right, an extension of who they were together.
Her dream lover was at her back and she could not see his face but she knew every detail of it. His musky arousal filled her nostrils and she knew that if she looked down, the hands that slid across her skin would be chocolate brown, strong and incredibly tender. It was Teal'c, she knew, for she had dreamt this before. In her dreams, before and now, she gave her body over to him, submitting to his touch.
He slid inside her, filling her yet leaving her unfulfilled, as only a dream can. A hand cupped her breast, teasing her nipple while the other circled the nub of her clit. He thrust deeply into her, and she raised her arm up and back to capture the curve of his smooth skull in her hand, arching her back to invite him deeper into her body, matching his rhythm, aroused, yearning, demanding, desiring, needing…
As her level of arousal rose so did her frustration, for it was just a dream and could not match the reality of what she wanted. Her body throbbed with desire, her clit pulsed along with her heartbeat as she bucked against him. His hands seemed to be everywhere, between her legs, stroking along her forearms, making small circles on the flat of her stomach and up to her breasts, an endless cascade of caresses that heightened all sensation of touch and made her long for more.
There was no sharp separation between her dream of passion and the waking realization that she and Teal'c were writhing slowly against each other, each obviously dreaming the same sort of dream, fueling each other's imaginings.
The body behind her stilled and a hiss of indrawn breath let her know that he was awake, too. Awake, and as full of need as she was.
Sam herself was on the brink of a powerful orgasm that seemed as if it would never come, panting raggedly as she turned over in the circle of her friend's arms to look into his eyes. There were no shutters on these windows to his thoughts. His gaze was full of desire, burned with need and she froze, unsure.
A long time past, she had learned, painfully, that the surest way to lose a male friend was to give in to desire. It changed the dynamic and suddenly she was less a friend and more a quick lay, less respected, less in his eyes in every way. She did not want that to happen with Teal'c. At the least, she would lose his respect. At worst, someone would lose a life.
They stared at each other for what seemed like hours, she stalled by indecision, he waiting - waiting patiently, denying his own wants, for *her* to decide, waiting to see what she wanted - and she knew. This friendship, this relationship could not be compared to those lost long ago. Here was a man who had earned her trust, time after time, and she would trust him with anything in her life. He and the two other men lying in this bed were so much inside her skin already, sharing every possible aspect of her life, that it seemed petty to think that she could not trust them with her body, with her heart. This act could only complete what had begun so many missions ago, with shared danger and pain. She reached her decision as he reached his. His eyes began to flicker shut and she knew he was going to be noble and back off, to let this thing between them fall away as if it had never happened. If she let that happen, it would never be referred to again, and the knowledge of that loss might be her undoing.
As he began to speak, she moved, fitting her mouth over his and slipping her tongue inside, gently teasing his. A heartbeat later, his mouth softened and he began to kiss her back, beginning tenderly and growing more passionate and demanding by the second. His fingers tangled in her hair, angling her mouth for easier kissing and she cradled his jaw in her hand for the same reason.
They paused for breath, staring in each other's eyes again and she was pleased to find no trace of doubt left in his. That was good since she was damned if she wanted to stop now. A twist and a turn brought her on top of him, him flat on his back and not protesting a bit. Her knees fell to either side of his legs, centering her damp crotch over his erection, which was tenting his shorts impressively. She rocked experimentally. The friction was delightful and brought a low moan from Teal'c.
She took advantage of the position to do something she had longed to do since the first time she saw the Jaffa shirtless - run her hands over the inviting chest before her. Her fingers splayed across the planes of it, the swell of the muscles rippling as he grasped her hips and undulated under her. She couldn't help the hitch in her breath and cursed the need for quiet. His skin was slick with their mingled sweat and she ran her tongue lightly along his collarbone.
The taste was of sweat and shea butter, spice and earth, like nothing she could name or describe but was the essence of the man she sat astride. He tipped his head back, exposing his throat and his hands tightened on her hips. Symbolically, he was offering more than his throat, he was offering himself, allowing her to do what she liked and there was no way she *wasn't* going to take him.
Her tongue made its way to his ear. She pulled the lobe into her mouth, biting gently then soothing it with a gentle suckling. One hand left her hip and trailed up her back, under her shirt. A tremor followed the hand that barely touched her skin and her toes curled hard in reaction. She captured his bottom lip, sucking then licking before she moved to his neck, felt the pulse in his jugular against her lips as well as the breathy, quiet moan that came when she moved her hips.
This incredible man could kill with his bare hands, had done so, was frightened by nothing. She had heard him speak in many moods, his deep voice resonating anger, resolve, faith, hatred, loss. Now, she wanted to know how he sounded in pleasure, wanted to be able to hear what noises he made as he came..
She began to slide down his body, mouth trailing kisses, every part of his chest licked and nibbled, tasted and sucked. Her tank top bunched up and caught, allowing her bare stomach and breasts to slide along him as she moved. The nipples, dark chocolate and taut, pebbled under her mouth. A little lower and she found herself facing his symbiote pouch.
She paused for a moment. While she had no love for the Goua'uld and the thought of carrying an immature one was revolting to her, this was part of Teal'c, as much a part of him as his tattoo or his sense of honor. As such, it couldn't repulse her and she traced the lines of the opening with a gentle forefinger before pressing a kiss to each flap and moving down again.
Teal'c moved his hands from her to the bedding as she moved, grabbing fistfuls of cloth as she began to mouth his erection through his shorts. Here his scent was strongest, and she couldn't wait to taste him fully. Most women didn't enjoy this but she did, enjoyed the sense of power and dominance she got from it.
The shorts slipped down , the elastic snagging a bit before sliding over his cock to rest on his hips. Teal'c was fastidious and it was obvious here, smelling clean and fresh rather than stale. She began at the base of his cock and licked slowly up in one long swipe. At the top, she swirled her tongue around the head, like catching the drips on an ice cream cone. A dip of her head and she had him deep in her mouth, sucking, then back to gentle licks along the shaft. She alternated between licks and sucks, trying to prolong the pleasure as his breathing grow more and more ragged.
Teal'c placed a hand on her head, not to urge her on as most of her lovers had, but to raise her head. She looked at him questioningly.
"Samantha," he whispered and she knew. She moved up and his hands held her shorts where they were, so they slipped down as she went. His cock was still wet as she straddled it and she was wet as well so there was no resistance at all as he penetrated her. It had been quite a while and her muscles protested the stretching even as she rejoiced at the feel of him inside her.
As he moved, slowly, gently, they kissed again. His lips were gentle, teasing. There was no urgency in his kisses nor his thrusts, though she was sure he had been close to shooting off. His kisses seemed to indicate that there was all the time in the world for this. Morning could not come until they did and the world could await their convenience. At times, his lips barely brushed hers. At others, they softly sealed over her mouth as his tongue slid tantalizingly over hers.
Her arousal built steadily. She rode out the first orgasm, gasping softly into his mouth as he continued to slowly thrust, in no hurry to finish. The second orgasm came not long after, building more quickly and leaving her shaking and gasping for breath. As the third built, she rested her forehead on a solid shoulder, digging her nails into his biceps unaware, panting.
"Now, Teal'c… now…" she moaned, muffling her words against his skin. She was trying to meet his thrusts but had no leverage to do anything but enjoy the ride. She could tell he was getting closer. The thrusts were still smooth but deeper and slightly faster. When the orgasm hit, she felt like fireworks were exploding behind her eyes and quivers ran down her from head to foot. Strong arms held her tightly, and Teal'c murmured words she could not understand. A feeling of extreme lassitude came over her, and she dropped off to sleep where she was, draped bonelessly over her lover.
She did not wake fully, even as her clothing was adjusted and the quilt was tucked up around her shoulders.
* * *
Jack was used to sleeping lightly off-world. He trusted his instincts and knew that any changes in the noises around him would wake him up, so he wasn't worried about not setting watches in this seemingly safe environment.
When he woke this time, he had trouble pinpointing what had roused hum. His first thought had been that Daniel was pain, needed his meds. He opened his eyes to find himself curled around the civilian, who was snoring softly against his cheek. He was sure he had heard a moan though, which left…
A glance across the bed told him where the noise had come from and he froze with indecision.
Teal'c lay flat on his back and Carter - Carter, fer Christ's sake! - was sliding down his front, her mouth working at the tent in the Jaffa's shorts as she pulled them down.
Jack should probably stop this, a sane, little voice in the back of his head informed him. But technically, there were no regs that prohibited this. Which didn't make it a good idea, but did make it none of his business. So why didn't he just go back to sleep and forget he saw this?
Because, the sight of Carter wrapping her mouth around Teal'c's shaft was incredibly hot, especially coupled with the effect it had on the man she was fellating. Because, as often as both had been in his dreams, the chance to see either one of them in this state (let alone both) was priceless and he wasn't about to let it go. Because his own cock was hard as a rock in the crevice between Daniel's body and the bed, and there was no way in hell he'd be getting back to sleep anytime soon.
He couldn't seem to take his eyes off Carter's face as she slid her tongue up the dark cock with a slurp of obvious pleasure. Then she took the head in her mouth and sucked, wringing another low moan from her lover, the same sound that had woken Jack in the first place.
When Jack's eyes flicked to the man's face, he saw brown eyes looking back at him, saw a pink tongue lick full lips. A heartbeat passed as each waited for the other to say something and when neither did, Teal'c closed his eyes again, tipped his head back in pleasure and hissed.
Jack looked back toward Carter, amazed at her enthusiasm as she used her mouth and tongue. Teal'c raised a hand to her blonde hair and Jack lowered his lids, peering through the lashes as her name was rumbled and she climbed on top of the muscular body, losing her shorts along the way.
Teal'c raised his hips and his erection disappeared from view, into the pale body straddling him and now Carter was moaning. It hadn't seemed possible before, but Jack was harder than ever.
The pace Teal'c set hardly moved the bed, yet seemed to satisfy, if the sounds Sam was making were any example. She began to writhe and shudder. Jack's mouth was dry and his own breath was rough as he watched her body spasm twice before she dropped her head onto a broad shoulder and a third spasm took her. Teal'c lifted his hips, driving in once, twice, three times before settling back onto the bed, obviously spent.
For a few minutes, no one moved. Daniel slept on, oblivious. Carter appeared to be drifting off into a sated sleep. Jack stared in hungry fascination, and Teal'c gazed at him over her shoulder. Nothing was said.
Teal'c inclined his head, acknowledging what he saw in Jack's eyes, then slid Carter off him onto the bed. Her shorts were pulled up smoothly and the quilt tucked around her shoulders. She didn't stir, simply settled deeper into sleep.
Jack wished he could do the same. Teal'c folded the quilt back and Jack could see that the Jaffa was hard again. The blue shorts were still down around his hips, exposing his erection to Jack's hungry gaze. Teal'c wrapped a hand around it and looked at him in challenge.
The two men were both undeniably aroused but there were two sleeping individuals between them and what Jack *wanted* was nothing anyone would sleep through, even under heavy sedation. What they could do, though, was quiet and heady enough in its own way. He rolled off Daniel, and scooted toward the head of the bed, sliding his own shorts down as he did. His erection bobbed, tapping his abdomen and leaving a smear of fluid behind. The cool air swirled on the heated flesh, heightening the sensation and Jack sucked air through his teeth soundlessly.
As he wrapped his right hand around his member, he looked at Teal'c, meeting serious eyes. The two men began stroking themselves, Teal'c setting the pace, Jack matching it stroke for stroke. He stared at Teal'c, watched the strong hand slide up and down, felt his own do the same and imagined what it would feel like to stroke each other instead.
The Jaffa lifted his left hand, wetting two fingers in his mouth. The hand went back down, between his legs and Jack nearly came then, knowing that Teal'c was thrusting them into his own ass, moving them in time to the hand on his cock. Following suit, Jack stuck three fingers in his own mouth, sucking them deliberately while maintaining his gaze with Teal'c. The other man's eyes darkened and followed the movement down. Jack lifted his knees and let them fall open, allowing himself better access. Instead of thrusting his fingers in directly, Jack traced the moist digits around his hole, teasing himself while pretending it was a tongue; rimming and dipping tentatively, never quite penetrating, then sliding a single one in. He had to bite his lip to keep from crying out.
A few thrusts and he added the other fingers, enjoying the sensation of fullness. The dual stimulation of stroking his cock and the fingers brushing his prostate was too much, and he felt his balls contract. He was going to come, was going to spill his load on his hand in front of Teal'c, with their eyes locked together.
He panted harshly, licked his lips and bit them again, trying to keep from screaming as a grunted "Teal'c!" escaped his lips. Slick fluid slithered down his hand and shaft. Evidently, the sight was enough to tip the other man over the edge, grunting almost silently as he came, too.
Nothing was said. Teal'c had an expression on his face that Jack could not interpret, but he knew that he wanted to get the big man alone somewhere with a flat surface soon. Preferably somewhere soundproof and with plenty of lube on hand.
While his dick was satisfied for now, his mind wasn't and he closed his eyes to try to collect himself. A long time later, he opened them to find Teal'c curled again around Sam, asleep.
No help for it. He was awake now and he knew from experience that he wasn't likely to get back to sleep any time soon. He also didn't want to go to sleep and wake up sticky with dried semen, especially sleeping so close to Daniel.
He slid quietly out of bed, grabbed the t-shirt he had worn that day and used it to wipe himself off. It wasn't a perfect solution, but it would do for now. He dug in his pack, looking for his paperback, when he heard a sound behind him.
"Jack?" Daniel blinked sleepily at him.
"Yeah, it's okay… just a bit of insomnia. Go back to sleep."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. Unless… how's the ankle?" Jack glanced at his watch. "Need more ibuprofen?" It had been nearly 6 hours since he had taken the last dose.
Daniel grimaced and nodded.
Jack dug in the med kit for the packets of pills and handed two to his friend, along with a glass of water from the side table. There were a few Tylenol 3 in the medkit, but both men had had experience with addiction and tended to avoid anything that could lead to another 'habit'. The ibuprofen would not do as much as the codeine-laced acetemetiphen but was the safer alternative.
As he leaned over to pass the pills, Daniel looked up at him, nostrils flaring. He glanced over his shoulder at the two people behind him and sniffed deeply, then looked back at Jack, eyebrows raised.
"What?" Jack asked in his best innocent voice. It didn't fool his friend for a minute.
"Insomnia, huh? The room reeks of sex, Jack. Am I the only one who didn't get lucky tonight?"
"Well, I won't speak for them, but I was over here with you, remember?" Jack deliberately didn't meet the blue eyes.
Daniel grabbed Jack's right hand, pills still cupped in the palm and sniffed it. "Didn't stop you did it?" Jack's eyes snapped up and they stared at each other. Without dropping his gaze, Daniel lifted the hand to his mouth and flicked his tongue into the crease of the thumb, tasting traces of bitterness and salt.
Jack's breath caught and he couldn't believe what he saw in Daniel's eyes. The two of them were close friends, but he had never dared to hope to have that expression pinned on him. It was predatory and piercing and Jack felt his dick jump in reaction. Daniel's tongue slid to the end of the thumb, circling it and then sucked the digit into his mouth. Jack couldn't tear his eyes away from that clear blue gaze. His thumb was released and that talented tongue lapped up the pain medicine, barely scraping the sensitive skin of his palm.
"Daniel…" the name escaped his lips before he could stop it. He was powerless here and knew it, knew that he was not in control of this situation, hadn't been since the first little sound had woken him earlier. He wasn't used to the feeling, had never enjoyed it before. So why was there a flicker of desire at the thought?
The water glass was taken from his nerveless fingers and Daniel filled his mouth with the fluid and tipped his head back to wash the pills down. He handed the glass back to Jack, who set it safely on the table before turning back to look down nervously at his friend.
Daniel grabbed the front of Jack's shirt, pulling his head down so they were nose to nose. This forced Jack to sit awkwardly on the bed, one leg under him and the other draped over the side.
"Did you touch yourself, Jack?" The breathy words zipped straight to his cock. "Did you watch them? Did you want it to be you?" Jack nodded slowly, unable to stop himself. "You wanted it to be you who was fucking Sam? Or was it Teal'c you wanted, Jack? Was it Teal'c you wanted touching you?"
Jack's mouth was so dry he had trouble forming the word, but he couldn't help answering. "Both," he whispered softly, unable to stop the confession.
"And me, Jack? Do you want me touch you?"
"Yes." They were so close that Jack could actually taste Daniel's words, breath ghosted over parted lips. Daniel was the master of words, able to use them like weapons. Jack had never considered the flip side of that, arousal with a few carefully chosen phrases.
"What else, Jack? What else do you want?" Daniel still gripped Jack's shirt with one hand. The other was sliding around the hem of it, teasing him with the prospect that it might, just might, slide up under it.
Jack licked his lips. He tried to speak, found himself unable to.
"Do you want me to taste you? To take you into my mouth and suck you dry, suck you until I can taste your come first-hand? Or do you want to taste me? Do you want to know how I taste?" Jack nodded dumbly, still unable to look away from Daniel's eyes.
"What else, Jack? Do you want to fuck me? Of course you do. That's who you are, after all, the man on top. But what if I told you that *I* am going to fuck *you*? What if I told you that I intend to ream you out, to ride you till you are ragged? And that you will beg me not to stop? What about that?"
"Unnhh…" was all the reply he could make as the blood rushed from his head to fill his cock even more, now so incredibly hard that it was painful, in spite of his earlier release.
"Kiss me, Jack" Daniel ordered, releasing his shirt. That was a command Jack could comply with. His head snapped forward and he found himself slipping his tongue into Daniel's mouth, grinding their lips together furiously.
He had long held back from Daniel, denied his desire for his friend, as he had for the other two members of the team. If it ain't broke, don't screw with it. What they had, worked and there was no sense taking chances, right? But now, with the opportunity not only knocking but sticking his tongue down his throat? There was no way in hell he was going to pass this up.
They broke apart abruptly, panting for more, yet needing to breathe. Even more, Jack needed to look Daniel in the eyes, to confirm that they could do this, they could have this without ending what had to be the best thing that had happened to Jack in a very long time. Daniel seemed to sense it and one side of his mouth curled up. He nodded at Jack, raising his eyebrows in a challenge.
It was just so… Daniel, that look. That in itself reassured him and he couldn't help smiling before pushing him back onto his pillows. They lay on their sides facing each other. Both knew what they wanted and there was no hesitation as they took each other's cocks in hand.
Oh, it wasn't what they really wanted, but it would do, this time. Jack arched, pressing his cock into those nimble fingers, sliding up and down, squeezing and releasing in just the right rhythm. He did his best for Daniel, trying to use what he knew worked for him, but it was incredibly hard to think when he knew who it was jerking him off.
Before tonight Jack would have said he was past the age where second time could happen so soon after the first. He was no horny teenager, able to go to bat so soon after hitting the home run… but he had lusted after Daniel for a long time and never dared to believe this could happen. The thought that Daniel might consent to more, was willing to do more than grab his dick -- that was better than Viagra.
He wanted to look at Daniel but his eyes kept closing in pleasure. He wanted to taste Daniel, but their hands between them effectively kept their lips apart. He wanted to touch, to trace those lips with his fingers, to feel the silk of brown hair, the scratch of stubble against his palm, but they were on their sides, each with one hand on the other's cock and the other hand kind of trapped by their postion. Jack satisfied himself with grabbing Daniel's 'free' hand with his and somehow it was enough.
The simple act of holding his hand seemed as intimate, if not more so, than the mutual handjob. Daniel's long fingers grabbed at his, entwined them together and squeezed twice.
Daniel made a low noise in the back of his throat, surprisingly like a growl and Jack opened his eyes to see that full lower lip bitten by even white teeth, even as Daniel came. Although he felt a surge of arousal and his dick jumped in Daniel's hand, he had come only a short time before. It would be a little longer for him.
Daniel seemed to realize this. He let go of Jack's erection. Jack's messy right hand was grabbed by the wrist and moved to his own member. The feel of Daniel's come, still warm, slick and slippery, was hot, especially when Daniel wrapped his hand around Jack's. The come lubricated the stroking. And when Daniel slipped his hand down to cup his tightening balls, fingertips teasing the sensitive flesh, he barely suppressed his shout of pleasure, calling out Daniel's name in release.
They did move closer then, a full-body hug that turned into cuddle with Daniel kissing Jack's temple about the time they fell asleep. Neither noticed the blue eyes watching with interest from the other side of the bed. Sam smiled softly and drifted back to the sleep that Jack's shout had woken her from. Teal'c tightened his arm around her in a quick embrace and she sighed contentedly.
end part three
On a personal note - what a day! my daughter broke her collarbone and I had to leave work to take her to the emergency room! She is upset, mostly because it is her right one, which will hinder her ability to write and draw. She is sorta happy about not having to play volleyball in gym, though.