triumvirate - chapter two - liejacker
Sam, underneath him. Naked, eyes closed, breathing hard. Moaning. “Daniel…” Her mouth opens, just a little.
A shift in angle, a groan from both of them. “You’re thinking about him.”
Her eyes flash open, brilliant blue even in the dark. “Am not.” Her leg hooks upward, around a hip, her words not very convincing.
“If you were quieter,” fingers brushing across a hard nipple, “we could do this offworld.”
“I can be quiet,” all current evidence to the contrary.
A low chuckle and the hand moves southward, so wet. “With Jack just a tent wall away?” Fingers find her clit. “No you can’t.”
She comes.
“Oh!” Jack slams his hand down on his desk, causing his pen to briefly levitate. “For crying out loud.” He closes his eyes and thinks of England, Europe, all the countries in Europe, Germany, Nazis, World War II, and finally gets his erection to subside. He’s not sure whether the two of them have figured out the telepathic equivalent of phone sex or Daniel’s just particularly inept at keeping bedroom memories away from work, but it’s getting on his nerves and no amount of reviewing the mediation notes Teal’c left for him prevents him from hearing it. For the past week, he’s had to listen to unintended recaps of the night before and now, he supposes, memories from before this mess even happened.
Memories that apparently involve him.
He shakes his head, trying not to think about that (though with the way Sam is yelling at Daniel to keep it down and for God’s sake stop thinking about sex, it’s unlikely either one would have heard him) and trying not to think about the image of Carter naked, breasts covered in a thin sheen of sweat, or that she and Daniel were clearly talking about him while having sex. The erection isn’t helping paperwork get done.
After five minutes of listening to their banter turn into By the way, I can’t find that black and pink lace bra, can you check your place, Jack gives up. He exhales sharply and shuts down his computer, resigned to the fact that Hammond’s going to yell at him for being even later on the backlogged mission reports he had been working on (off of Daniel’s field notes, which are just one step above illegible, and Carter won’t share) and heads home. “This is ridiculous,” he mutters to himself in the elevator. He knows that Carter’s working hard to figure out what happened to them and how to solve it, but he doesn’t think he should have to listen to the two of them go on like this.
Especially when it tends to involve him.
He was perfectly fine not knowing that the two of them had entertained thoughts of him in bed. Quite fine, happy, actually. It’s not information he needs, nor particularly wants given the impossibility of it ever coming true. He slams the door of his truck a little harder than necessary and begins to drive away from the mountain.
He sighs in relief when the sounds of Carter and Daniel - now back to their own projects, having dropped the subject of her bra - fade away into silence.
“What the hell?” Daniel nearly falls out of bed searching for his cell phone, cheerily singing at him from too far away on his nightstand. “Hello?” He turns it around so the microphone isn’t by his ear.
“…figured something out,” Sam is saying as he gets the phone situated properly, “the beam is a combination of visible light and extreme ultraviolet and super low frequency waves. Now, theoretically…”
“Sam. It’s,” Daniel takes the phone away from his ear and squints at it, catching the time just before the display darkens, “three in the morning. Are you still at work?”
“Yes. And I need to talk this out. As I was saying, theoretically…”
Daniel puts the phone on speaker and drops it on his bed, running a hand through his hair as he sits up. He squeezes his eyes shut and hopes for a moment that he’s still dreaming, but Sam’s still talking and there’s no way he’d be dreaming about her theorizing the effects of various combinations of electromagnetic radiation on the human brain in whatever quantities and ratios they were exposed to (unless she’s naked, which he assumes she isn’t). He yawns and stands up, flipping on a light so he can find some shoes and pants.
“Daniel are you still there?”
“Yep, still here. Keep talking, it sounds fascinating.” Pants and shoes on, he tugs a sweatshirt over his head and grabs his phone. He forgets to unlock the security chain and for a brief moment of panic, he’s convinced he’s going to rip the door out of the frame. He closes his eyes and takes a few seconds to finish waking up and put his phone in his pocket so Sam’s voice is at least muffled when he walks down the hallway; he’s awake enough to unlock his door and walk in a straight line and drive, but not enough to not hang up on her if he messes with the speakerphone.
He drives to the SGC with the window partially down, letting the brisk autumn air do the job of what would ideally be three cups of coffee, and listens to Sam repeat herself several times. “Don’t,” he says, hearing the telltale beep of her coffeemaker and the scrape of her chair against the floor. “You don’t need more.”
“Are you in front of a fan somewhere?”
“I’m on my way to the mountain,” he says, flicking his high beams off as he sees a truck coming the other way. He flips them back on when the truck is past him.
“Why? It’s 3:30 in the morning.”
“Because you’re awake and working and rambling and you need to go to bed, Sam.”
“What does that have to do with you driving?”
“For a very intelligent woman, sometimes you’re not all that smart,” he says, turning into the parking lot. The night guard waves him through. “Even if you don’t sleep, you need to not stare at a computer for four hours. And this is coming from me.”
“I’m fine, Daniel. I’m staying here.”
“Look.” He pulls into a parking space and engages the parking brake, covering another yawn. “You can meet me up here, or I can come down there and drag you. You pick.”
Asshole.
He knows she’s joking and can hear her start to shut down her computer. Yes.
“Fine,” Daniel can hear the smile in her voice, “I’ll meet you up there.”
Jack takes a seat in the briefing room across from Carter. She can barely keep her eyes open despite the large travel mug of coffee in front of her and all he wants to do is dump it on her head and walk out. She looks up at him, confused, and wraps one hand protectively around the mug as if he might actually do it. He looks away and tries to contain his frustration as Daniel careens into the room.
Jack misses Teal’c and his calming presence. Teal’c’s only been gone for two days, having temporarily left the SGC to assist the Jaffa in the field, but already Jack can feel the void. He grits his teeth; this needs to be solved, and fast.
Daniel stops to stare at the two of them. He shakes his head, unable to figure out what the hell is going on without sorting through a cacophony of misquoted Mother Goose - he glares at Jack for that, the man doesn’t even have the decency to sing The Beatles - and takes his seat next to Sam. He nudges her leg under the table, trying to get a smile out of her. When one doesn’t come, only a cartoonish image of Jack with a mug of coffee upside down on his head, he glares even harder across the table at Jack, who’s doing a fantastic job of pretending not to pay attention even though the repeated “Baa Baa Black Sheep” has stopped. Daniel’s about to ask what happened when General Hammond walks in.
“What do we know?” He asks, sitting at the head of the table.
“Unfortunately, sir, not much,” Sam says, suppressing a yawn. “As you know, we decided to leave the MALP there and dial in every so often to pick up data. The beam is triggered by the wormhole closing; it isn’t dependent on life signs. The light appears to be the visible result of spikes…”
Daniel’s heard all of this before, albeit a little less refined, so he tunes her out. What’d you say?
Sam stumbles a bit over her words, but quickly realizes that Daniel isn’t thinking at her and continues on with her explanation of an elevated electromagnetic field and what that might mean for human brainwaves.
I didn’t say anything, Daniel.
What did you think?
I didn’t think anything, either. Get out of my head.
“Look, whatever Carter’s going on about obviously doesn’t make any sense to her. Doc Fraiser’s at a loss, too. Are we going to figure this out or run simulations all day long?”
Sam swallows and takes a measured breath. “I was about to suggest, sir, that because our efforts aren’t turning up anything useful that we try to find whoever created the beam. The MALP video indicates a control panel buried in the sand a few feet away from the gate. It’s either the trigger for the beam, the beam itself, or both, but either way, somebody had to put it there. If we’re lucky, they’re still on the planet.”
Jack asks, “Why wasn’t that our first option?” at the same time as Daniel says, “I thought it was deserted.”
Sam decides to ignore Jack and address Daniel and hope that General Hammond doesn’t notice that she’s dodging her commanding officer’s question. “So did I. But when we tried to dial in yesterday so we could pick up the latest MALP data, we got a busy signal. When we finally got through, the video feed showed several aliens staring at the MALP. One of them shrugged and kicked it, but I guess they weren’t too threatened by it. The beam activated, but didn’t appear to affect them like us; they just kept walking. Either the planet has an indigenous population or somebody else is using it. Whichever it is, sir,” she directs her attention to General Hammond, “we may be able to contact someone who knows what the beam is and how to reverse its effects.”
Hammond nods and takes stock of the three people sitting around the table with him. “Alright, Major. But first - I’m ordering you to get some sleep.”
“Sir -”
“That’s an order, Major. You’ve been on base for sixty-three of the past seventy-two hours. You are not in any position to make contact with alien life until you’ve gotten a good night’s sleep. Go home. I will see you Thursday morning. Dismissed.”
Sam stands as General Hammond leaves, and then checks her watch and groans. At 2:00 on a Tuesday afternoon, there’s plenty of work she could do before heading home and sleeping without screwing up her sleep schedule even more than it already is. She ignores Colonel O’Neill making snide comments in his head and instead chooses to shoot him a glare as she walks past him to pick up her things from her lab. She’s mildly aware of Daniel and the Colonel following her.
The elevator ride to her lab is one of the more awkward thirty seconds of her life. She knows why Daniel’s joining her - he’ll follow her home and make sure she actually gets the sleep she’s supposed to get, instead of instantly plugging in her laptop and spending hours staring at data and sensor readings - but has no idea why Colonel O’Neill is with them and he’s currently singing “Old MacDonald Had a Farm” in his head to keep her from finding out. He hits the chorus and sings a little louder and she gets the feeling that he’s angry with her about something, Daniel too. She’s felt his anger for a while now and when he shuts the door behind them in her lab, she knows that she’s about to find out what’s going on. She decides not to prompt him, and begins packing up her bag to take home with her.
“Carter.”
“Sir.” She pulls her sweatshirt over her head, aware that the temperature has dropped at some point while she’s been underground. Her coat is at home. Autumn hadn’t yet decided to head for winter she left her house a few days ago and out of the many things she’s left at Daniel’s apartment, a coat isn’t one of them.
“You’ve always figured it out before.”
She angrily pushes her hood back. “That’s not fair, sir.”
“We count on you to have the answers, Carter. That’s why you’re here. Instead, you’re working yourself into the ground and eventually Danny Boy takes you home, screws your brains out, and you try again. Get it together.”
Sam clenches her fists, digging her fingernails into her palms to keep herself from taking two steps forward and swinging a punch into his left eye. She feels Daniel go on guard next to her. She opens her mouth to defend herself, but closes it again; better to leave him in silence than try to pick a fight that will end in tears or, more likely, a court martial for striking a superior officer. Sam shoulders her bag, grabs her scarf and keys, and angrily walks out of her lab.
“Jack,” he says, once the door is closed behind her.
“Daniel.”
“What the hell was that?”
Jack shrugs and tries to play it nonchalantly. “It’s true.”
Daniel can’t find fault with that, because it is what she’s doing, but thinks Jack could’ve phrased it better or not at all. “I don’t know what’s going on with you. It’s not her fault this happened and it’s really not her fault that you’re getting pissed off that you’re stuck hearing us.” He holds up his hand when Jack tries to speak again. “I get it. I feel it too, but I don’t take it out on her. And I’m certainly not going to apologize for either of us having a sex life.”
“Daniel, I don’t want to hear this right now.”
Daniel keeps talking, as if Jack hadn’t even spoken. “You’ve been an ass for two weeks, now. It has to stop. Sam and I can feel you being mad at us and that’s not fair. You knew we were together, you said you were fine with it but clearly you’re not. You’re jealous. I don’t know of whom, but you are. And nobody knows what happened to us on that planet or how to fix it so until we find someone who does, we’re stuck with each other. So you need to accept that you are the third point on this triangle and either get in bed with us or shut the fuck up about it.”
And with that, Daniel leaves Jack sitting alone in Sam’s lab.
Jack scrubs a hand over his face and thinks that if nothing else, he at least now has a name to give that feeling that’s been sitting in his stomach for weeks.
“Don’t shoot; I come bearing food.” Daniel raises his hands in mock surrender when Sam opens the door. He’s rewarded with a small smile as she pushes the door wider to let him inside. He can tell she’s still upset, but he doesn’t comment on it. He kisses her forehead and drops the takeout Thai on the kitchen counter before taking his overnight bag into her bedroom. “You okay?”
She nods. “I put Halo into God Mode,” she gestures at the paused video game on her television, “I’m fine.” She frowns when Daniel looks at her meaningfully. “You’ll yell at me for making excuses.”
“What? That he’s been feeling your stress and your stress relief and that’s bound to make him a little tightly-wound? I know that,” Daniel starts unpacking dinner, “I asked if you were okay, not if you had any psychological insight as to what happened in your lab.”
“What’d you say to him?” Sam fills two glasses with water from the pitcher in the fridge and knows he’ll press her to actually answer the question later.
Daniel shrugs and spears a piece of cashew chicken right from the carton. “Something about being the third point on the triangle and either getting into bed or shutting the hell up.”
She knocks one of the glasses over, spilling water over the counter. “Daniel!”
“You said it first.” He tosses her a towel from its spot hanging over a chair.
“I hadn’t slept in a day and a half and there was a lot of coffee.” She glares as she mops up the water, though her anger - embarrassment, really - is rapidly fading.
Daniel chews thoughtfully. He swallows. “Do you mind?” Jack’s showed up enough in both of their fantasies for Daniel to know that he doesn’t really need to ask the question, but he does anyway: while they’d both sensed Jack’s jealousy, fantasies aren’t always reality and they hadn’t talked about whether they’d do anything about it.
Sam blinks and feels a throbbing begin between her legs. “No.”
Jack flips the penny he found on the floor underneath Carter’s desk.
He leaves before it hits the ground.
Through the heady mist that is Sam surrounding him, Daniel senses Jack close by. He thinks key’s behind the plant and returns his attentions to Sam in front of him. He twists his fingers and she moans.
Jack stops suddenly, key in the lock. He feels a twinge of arousal, but it isn’t his. He turns the key and pushes against the door, dropping the key back where it belongs before the door closes behind him. The arousal that isn’t his increases with a low moan and draws him to the back of the house. He knew that this was what he’d be walking into when Daniel gave him the choice, but didn’t expect to have his senses assaulted by his second in command’s impending orgasm. He knows that he can leave now and Daniel will be the only one to even know he was here, and won’t judge him for it, and he’ll try to be less of an ass in the morning. But his curiosity and the images the other two haven’t been able to stifle over the past weeks pull him further into the house, his feet almost having minds of their own.
He has to stop by the bookshelf - and he hears her begging Daniel, please and wonders just what he is doing to her - to take a deep breath. He tries to concentrate on how weird it is that he can feel Carter about to come - and how weird it is that she feels so differently than he does in the same position - rather than that Carter is about to come and that he’s two feet away from watching it happen. He adjusts his uncomfortably-tight pants and manages to calm himself down enough to make it to the bedroom doorway.
Daniel has three fingers inside of her and is drawing lazy circles over her clit with his tongue. Even if he couldn’t feel her, Jack knows that Daniel’s doing just enough to keep her at the edge but not enough to throw her over. Her legs, bent at the knees with her feet firmly planted on the bed, are beginning to shake and the sheets are a lost cause, crumpled beneath her hands. Daniel looks at him sideways and smiles.
“Let her come, Daniel,” Jack says after a few moments of watching her in silence.
Carter’s eyes fly open. “Oh, God,” she says, and there may have been more to it but Daniel chooses that moment to follow directions.
With a twist of his fingers and a flick of his tongue, her Oh, God turns into a moan, and then a scream as her world crashes around her.
Jack watches. Daniel uses his free hand to steady her hips, but her back arches off the bed and she squeezes the sheets even tighter, knuckles going white. Had this happened a month ago, Jack would’ve wondered if Daniel was really that good or if Carter was just that loud, but as it is he can feel that Daniel really is that good and it’s a miracle Jack hasn’t come in his pants yet; he is five seconds away from unzipping just to get some relief.
Carter lets go of the sheets and taps Daniel’s head three times, which Jack thinks is odd until Daniel starts to pull away. Of course - they’ve done this before and from the grin on Daniel’s face, it looks like he would’ve kept at it for another hour had she not let him know that she really needed him to stop. Carter turns on her side and curls into a ball, still quaking with the aftershocks. Jack thinks her spine is perfect.
Daniel slides up the bed and gently tugs her upward so she’s sitting against the pillows. He kisses her temple and drapes an arm around her shoulders and Jack almost feels like he’s intruding until Daniel says, “Don’t just stand there.”
“Oh,” Carter says, as if she’s just remembered that Jack showed up, and maybe she has. It certainly looked like she’d forgotten just about everything she’d ever known for a few minutes. She leans into Daniel but keeps her eyes open, watching Jack walk around the bed and sit on the other side.
Jack carefully sits next to her, unsure what he’s supposed to be doing. If they’d invited him to join them and Daniel was still lying between her legs, he’d know exactly what to do. But he and Daniel are both fully clothed and Carter doesn’t seem to care that her breasts are brushing against his arm or that he saw her in the throes of a mind-breaking orgasm not two minutes earlier.
He decides to start by putting his arm around her waist.
She sighs and doesn’t lift her head from Daniel’s shoulder, but shifts just enough to let Jack know that he’s welcome here.
Jack watches as Carter stands on her toes to peer over the selection of food on her counter. He knows for a fact that she’s not wearing a bra or panties underneath the boxer shorts and tank top she threw on when her stomach began to growl. He’s finding that knowledge somewhat distracting. “So, earlier…” He assumes the boxers are Daniel’s.
Sam looks over her shoulder at him, fork halfway to the Drunken Noodles. “When you were being an asshole?” She catches the look he gives her, the one that says maybe a little bit of decorum wouldn’t be out of line here, and rolls her eyes. “You just saw me naked with Daniel’s head between my legs. I think we’re beyond Air Force formalities. So, earlier. When you were being an asshole,” she prompts him and goes back to picking out dinner.
Daniel digs around in the box of cashew chicken, trying to avoid the mushrooms and not think too loudly. This isn’t his conversation.
“Earlier, when I was being an asshole. I’m sorry.”
Sam sets her plate down and turns to look at him, all sass gone from her expression. “Thank you.” She holds eye contact with him just long enough for him to get that if he ever says anything like that again, she’ll kick his ass - regulations be damned. “Help yourself,” she says, gesturing to the spread of food, “Daniel misinterpreted the weather report as snowpocalypse instead of a light dusting.”
“Did not,” Daniel defends himself. “You keep changing your order on me; I didn’t know what you wanted.”
Sam pats his cheek endearingly on her way to the living room and Jack wonders how on earth he missed the signs that the two of them were together.
“I am not Googling how to initiate a threesome,” Sam says, catching Jack’s stray thought.
“So you’re well-versed in -” his remark is silenced by Sam’s lips on his and her legs suddenly straddling his lap. He definitely knows what to do now. As he slides his hands underneath her shirt and her tongue slips into his mouth, Daniel turns off the television and carries their plates back into the kitchen.
Daniel flips off the kitchen light and leans against the wall, watching the two of them on the couch. Sam rolls her hips and Jack groans and Daniel smiles; he’s been on the receiving end of that before. Jack’s right hand disappears between them to brush against Sam’s nipple before sliding downward.
Sam’s breath catches in her throat and she has to break the kiss when he slides first one, and then two, fingers into her. He’s having trouble getting her shirt off with just one hand, so she grabs the bottom hem with both hands and pulls it over her head, throwing it somewhere behind her. As Jack sucks a nipple into his mouth, Sam lets her head drop back. She catches sight of Daniel just before she closes her eyes.
Gonna join us?
Not yet. Daniel smiles at her. He’s usually unable to tell how much of his arousal is actually his and how much is Sam’s, which he’s written off as a side effect of being intimately involved in Sam’s arousal, so he’s content to watch for the moment and experience it differently. He realizes that part of what he’s feeling is Jack.
Jack curls his fingers and swipes his thumb over Sam’s clit, eliciting a hitched “Oh,” from her throat. He smiles around her breast and presses on just the right spot and soon she’s coming on his fingers. When he feels her start to squirm away, he gently lets her down; he brings his fingers up to his lips to taste her. She shakily climbs off of him and Jack places a steadying hand on her hip until she’s settled next to him on the couch again. Remembering Daniel, earlier in her bedroom, Jack slides his arm around her bare shoulders and she leans into him. Jack looks up at Daniel, still standing by the kitchen, and traces circles around Sam’s nipple with his index finger.
“There is a bed,” Sam says when Daniel walks toward them.
“I know,” Daniel says. He stands in front of the two of them for a moment, ignoring the tightness in his pants growing as Sam works on Jack’s belt buckle. He leans in and tentatively kisses Jack, lightly at first as if almost waiting for the other man to push him away. Jack doesn’t and Daniel deepens the kiss, swallowing Jack’s groan as Sam swirls her tongue around Jack’s cock. Daniel kneels on the couch next to Jack, mindful of Sam’s head, and begins unbuttoning Jack’s shirt.
Jack moans at something Sam does and bucks his hips, which causes Sam’s head to hit Daniel’s elbow. “Carter,” he growls in frustration when she pulls away, rubbing the back of her head.
“I’ll get back to that,” she smirks, “but I have a bed,” she points down the hallway and stands up. Once she’s stepped over the maze of legs blocking her way, she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of the boxers and shimmies the shorts down her legs and kicks them to the side before disappearing out of sight.
Jack looks over at Daniel. “Demanding.”
Daniel stands up and looks at Jack, his eyebrows furrowed. “Did you think she was just a good little soldier?” He offers Jack his hand and helps him out of the couch. He knows that Sam plays the part well, but there’s plenty more to her than just her rank and uniform.
“No,” Jack says and drops his pants the rest of the way to the ground, noting that Daniel’s done the same. “Didn’t peg her for it, that’s all.”
Daniel knows Jack’s lying because he’s suddenly privy to an onslaught of fantasies involving Sam being quite a bit more demanding. He quirks an eyebrow and tries not to give away that he’s experienced the one about being tied to the bed. He’s pretty sure he fails, so he kisses Jack again to distract both of them from following that thought any further. Sam’s impatience slips through and Daniel breaks the kiss to follow her into the bedroom.
Jack walks into the bedroom just in time to catch Daniel and Sam sharing a look he can’t read amidst the three separate arousals intertwining their way through his body. He decides to ignore it, because what Sam had been doing to his cock was way more interesting than interpreting silent communication, and crosses the room to the bed in two steps, kissing her. He’s already decided that if anyone finds out about this and wants to complain, he’s fully intent on blaming it on aliens. He feels fingers on his hips that he knows aren’t Sam’s because hers are too busy drawing designs on his chest and tweaking his nipples. Daniel guides Jack’s boxers to the floor, fingers skimming Jack’s thighs and hips as his hands slide around to grasp Jack’s cock. His breath hitches in his throat and Sam smiles against his lips.
Suddenly her lips are gone and she’s on her knees in front of him, looking up at him as she takes his cock into her mouth. He groans and his eyes roll back into his head; he wonders if Carter knows that this is his favorite inappropriate shower fantasy and then realizes that she probably does. Daniel drops his hand to brush against Jack’s hip before bringing his hand to his own cock. He steps aside and lies on the bed, slowly stroking himself as he thinks about what he’d like to do if he were in Sam’s position.
“Oh, God,” Jack moans, unsure and not caring whether it’s in response to Daniel’s plan or Carter’s tongue. Sam playfully flips off Daniel with one hand - he’ll get his chance sometime - while kneading Jack’s ass with the other. She doesn’t follow Daniel’s fantasy any further than that, but Jack’s more than happy with what she’s doing with her mouth. “Carter,” he says, warning her a few minutes later when he feels his balls start to tighten. She sucks him harder, smirking with her eyes as her tongue swirls around his cock, drawing his orgasm and several curses out of him.
Sam swallows and slowly pulls away from him, licking her lips as she smiles up at him. She takes his hand and he helps her up before pushing her backward onto the bed. She’s barely lying down before she feels him push apart her legs and start to lick at her folds. She spreads her legs wider for him and motions for Daniel to come a little closer. It’s an awkward position, so she resigns herself to just stroking him while Jack slides two fingers inside of her and flicks his tongue against her clit. She squirms under his attentions and moans when Daniel’s lips latch onto her nipple.
“Oh,” she whimpers, Jack twisting his fingers just right. “Please, Daniel,” she manages, hoping he gets the point. She moans a little at the loss of contact when Jack pulls his fingers out and Daniel’s cock disappears from her hand. Looking up at Daniel hovering over her, she bends her knees and plants her feet firmly on the bed, opening herself up for him. He slides into her and she comes.
Daniel doesn’t wait for her to come down before he lifts one of her legs over his shoulder and begins moving inside of her. The way Jack is sucking and pinching Sam’s breasts but watching intently where Daniel’s cock disappears into Sam’s body isn’t making it any easier to keep his thrusts even; watching Jack and Sam had turned him on more than he thought possible, and Sam had gotten him so close. He feels Sam settle down and decides to give her a moment to recover before picking up speed and swiping his fingers across her clit.
Her eyes flash open and the warmth that hadn’t really dissipated pools between her legs again. Daniel starts to come just as Jack gently bites down on a nipple and her back arches off the bed, her moan mixing with Daniel’s as the two of them send her over the edge a second time. Daniel collapses on top of her and she wraps one arm around his back. She’s not sure when her hand ended up on Jack’s head, but she gently massages his scalp, encouraging him to slide up for a kiss.
“Move,” she says after a few minutes, gently shoving Daniel off of her. A quiet moan falls from her mouth when his softened cock slides out of her. She catches Jack’s hand just as it passes her hip and moves it away. She shakes her head - too sensitive, maybe later.
Jack smiles in understanding and kisses her softly before getting off the bed and heading to the bathroom to get a damp cloth to clean her up. Daniel lies contently on his back next to Sam, able but unwilling to move. Jack gently nudges Sam’s legs apart and pays a little more attention than he needs to, but pulls away just before she’s about to glare at him. “What’s with the water?” he asks, watching Daniel lift a water bottle from the floor.
Sam cracks a smile and leans back against the pillows, bending one knee. “Daniel read an article.” She lifts her eyebrows, mocking him as he pouts at her with a mouthful of water.
“About what?”
Daniel swallows. “Sex is very physically demanding,” he says, in a voice that tells Jack he’s about to learn something very exciting in the most boring way possible, “especially when done properly.” He looks over at Sam, who’s trying her best not to laugh and mostly failing. “You need to rehydrate. Stop laughing at me!”
“I didn’t run a marathon, Daniel,” Sam teases, “I had an orgasm. Three, actually.”
“Four,” Daniel says, “if you count the one from earlier.”
She frowns at him, but Jack is the one to voice her thought. “There was water and dinner in between.”
“I’m just saying. You have us beat out by about four hundred percent. Each.”
Jack nods and Sam looks at each of them carefully. “Not my fault there’s a design flaw.” After a moment, she blinks and frowns. “Guys, I can hear you. And wondering if you can even the score tonight is not the way to make it happen.”
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