Silent (1/1)
Title: Silent
Author: somehowunbroken
Fandom: SGA/SG1
Characters: John/Evan/Cam
Word Count: 1,569
Rating: NC-17/threesome, silent sex, bondage
Notes: People looked at the crazy spreadsheet of doom and said 'sheet two, column B, number six, please.' And who am I to refuse? :)
Evan is greeted with a kiss that leaves him metaphorically blinded and a strip of fabric across his eyes that gets him the rest of the way there. Someone’s hands grip his own and lead him across the room to the bed. When he’s seated, the hands move to the zipper on his jacket and pull it down with a gentle, even pressure. The hands - John’s, Evan realizes, because the fingers are longer, thinner than Cam’s - push the jacket from his shoulders, but Evan doesn’t hear it hit the bed.
The mattress dips as John’s hands bypass Evan’s tee in favor of unbuckling his pants, and Evan feels Cam settle behind him. Cam’s fingers slip under Evan’s shirt, brushing lightly at the skin of his stomach as they grip the hem and pull it up and off slowly. Then Cam is pinching his nipples and mouthing a line from shoulder to neck, and Evan opens his mouth to approve wholeheartedly but finds John’s lips covering his own, swallowing whatever he was about to say.
John’s hands are suddenly in Evan’s boxers, and Evan turns his head to meet Cam’s mouth as John leans away. John’s hands make quick work of both boxers and pants, lifting and tugging until Evan’s left in his dogtags, Cam’s tongue in his mouth, John’s tongue swirling around the head of Evan’s dick.
And then they both move back, like one of them gave a signal - probably did, actually - and Evan falls back a little, catching himself on Cam’s broad chest, skin to warm skin. Cam huffs out a little laugh and kisses Evan’s temple before moving away on the bed.
Evan can’t see, so he strains to feel, to hear, but his lovers both have Special Ops training, so he jumps when their hands touch his wrists, tugging gently until he’s spread across the bed. His arms are stretched out, nearly touching the corners of the bed, and his legs mirror the position. Cuffs are wrapped around his wrists and ankles, soft leather holding him in place, and then they’re gone again, but not so silent this time; Evan can hear the sound of them kissing somewhere above his body, can almost see Cam’s hands on John’s face behind his own closed eyelids, see John’s hands, one on Cam’s hip, the other bracing himself on Cam’s upper arm. He’s seen it enough times that it’s burned into his memory but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to look, to reach up and tear the blindfold off and stare because they’re beautiful together, John and Cam.
The sounds stop and for a moment Evan can’t tell anything, can’t hear or feel or sense them anywhere, but then long fingers trace down his inner thigh and Cam’s mouth is on his chest, laying openmouthed kisses in a pattern that Evan can’t predict. Cam’s fingers tangle in his dogtags and Evan can feel the weight of Cam’s own set against his stomach. John’s bump into his leg every so often as John moves, warm breath ghosting across Evan’s hip, fingers teasing just above his knee, tongue flicking out across the tip of his cock. They’re driving him mad, a little at a time, but Evan can’t think of a better way to go.
Cam makes his way up to Evan’s mouth and doesn’t hesitate to kiss him, pushing his tongue into Evan’s mouth as he strokes a thumb across Evan’s jaw. John’s mouth covers Evan’s cock at the same time, sucking lightly as he moves his tongue in a way that Evan hasn’t figured out how to mimic. Cam’s hands are stroking down his chest and Evan reaches up blindly, grasping for either one of them, but he only gets a few inches before the cuffs pull at his wrists and he lets his arms fall back to the bed.
John reaches up and takes one hand, holding on tightly as he leans his head down slowly, so slowly. The muscles in his mouth, his throat, ripple around Evan, and he chokes a moan into Cam’s mouth as John’s nose bumps gently into his skin. Cam threads his fingers through Evan’s other hand and presses it into the bed, and Evan clings to both of his lovers as they move over and around him, touching, kissing, licking, sucking at his chest, his thighs, his mouth, his dick.
Evan can feel his entire body thrumming, burning, and he tightens his grip on the hands wrapped around his own. The touches to his body stop, though neither of the other men takes their hand from Evan’s grip. It grounds him, their touch, and he remembers how to breathe as Cam’s thumb rubs absent circles into his palm and John simply holds on.
It takes a minute before Evan’s equilibrium returns, but when he loosens his grip, John and Cam both pull away. Evan hears one of them move to the end of the bed and work at the ties; a moment later, his legs are pushed up and apart, and John’s hand stays on his thigh until Evan pushes back a little against him. John’s hand moves, and Evan keeps his legs where they’d been positioned as he listens to Cam moving around the room, opening a drawer, walking back to the bed.
John’s fingers are gentle against Evan’s face, and Evan can feel the heat of his body along the length of his own as John leans above him. Evan lifts his head from the bed, aiming for where he can hear John breathing. His lips catch the corner of John’s mouth and he turns quickly, coaxing John’s lips apart and sliding his tongue into the other man’s mouth. Evan can feel John grin against his face before he pulls back, but he lowers his hips to Evan and slides their cocks together. It makes both of them gasp.
Evan feels John kneel between his spread thighs and hears the tube click open, and then John’s fingers are brushing against him, spreading the lube around his entrance. He can hear John’s quick intake of breath and wishes he could see, but then again, if he closes his eyes he can paint the picture himself; John’s fingers between Evan’s legs, Cam pressed right against John’s back, his arm wrapped around John’s hips to spread the slick over John’s cock. John’s head tilted back against Cam’s shoulder, his eyes closed, lower lip between his teeth. Cam’s lips are probably moving across John’s neck, and Evan moans as the images flash through his mind.
He can hear Cam’s low chuckle before the bed dips around him, and then John’s cock is heavy at his entrance and Evan gasps and forces himself to relax as John moves himself in, slowly, slowly, but it’s still that edge of pleasure/pain. Evan’s loose enough, mostly; it’s not like they don’t have sex pretty regularly, but John hadn’t prepped him at all. He’s gentle, though, and soon the balance of tight and full is just the right side of good and Evan’s breath is coming in ragged gasps as John moves in and out of his body.
Cam’s hands are on Evan’s thighs, holding him in place while John fucks him with smooth strokes, and Evan’s ever-helpful mind sees Cam, still bent around John, his cock straining against John’s ass, siding against his cheeks as John moves in and out of Evan’s body. He knows the exact shade of the color in Cam’s cheeks right now, the way his hair must be sweaty, the darkening blue of his eyes.
John pulls out and moves away, breaking Cam’s hold on Evan’s thighs, and Evan would moan at the loss but he feels Cam move back in, and he takes up where John left off, pushing in and finding the same rhythm. It’s slow and deep, and Evan can’t hold back the noises he’s making when John’s mouth lowers over his cock. He alternates with Cam’s rhythm, moving with precision, and Evan wants his hands free so badly, wants to reach down and touch and hold and guide.
And John - John, who’s so good at reading people and situations, and especially these people in this situation - John reaches up and tugs the blindfold from Evan’s eyes, then leans to uncuff first one hand, then the other. And Evan’s free to thread his fingers into John’s hair, to pull his leg back and slide down and angle himself just so, and then he’s shattering, coming apart at the seams, and all he can do is move with them and gasp and gasp.
Cam starts driving into him with purpose, his thrusts sharp and deep, and it’s not long before he drops his head to his chest and pants. Evan reaches down to pull John’s face to his own, working his tongue into John’s mouth while he jerks John’s cock, and John’s body freezes as his cock spurts. They all collapse together, limbs tangled and sweaty. Evan’s sandwiched mostly in the middle, one arm across John’s waist and the other curled around Cam’s on his chest, and one of the others pulls the sheet from where it’s hanging half-off the bed and tucks it around their bodies. Evan kisses John’s forehead as Cam’s thumb rubs gently across Evan’s chest.
It’s nice, Evan thinks a little dizzily as his eyes droop, that they don’t need words to speak to each other.
Author: somehowunbroken
Fandom: SGA/SG1
Characters: John/Evan/Cam
Word Count: 1,569
Rating: NC-17/threesome, silent sex, bondage
Notes: People looked at the crazy spreadsheet of doom and said 'sheet two, column B, number six, please.' And who am I to refuse? :)
Evan is greeted with a kiss that leaves him metaphorically blinded and a strip of fabric across his eyes that gets him the rest of the way there. Someone’s hands grip his own and lead him across the room to the bed. When he’s seated, the hands move to the zipper on his jacket and pull it down with a gentle, even pressure. The hands - John’s, Evan realizes, because the fingers are longer, thinner than Cam’s - push the jacket from his shoulders, but Evan doesn’t hear it hit the bed.
The mattress dips as John’s hands bypass Evan’s tee in favor of unbuckling his pants, and Evan feels Cam settle behind him. Cam’s fingers slip under Evan’s shirt, brushing lightly at the skin of his stomach as they grip the hem and pull it up and off slowly. Then Cam is pinching his nipples and mouthing a line from shoulder to neck, and Evan opens his mouth to approve wholeheartedly but finds John’s lips covering his own, swallowing whatever he was about to say.
John’s hands are suddenly in Evan’s boxers, and Evan turns his head to meet Cam’s mouth as John leans away. John’s hands make quick work of both boxers and pants, lifting and tugging until Evan’s left in his dogtags, Cam’s tongue in his mouth, John’s tongue swirling around the head of Evan’s dick.
And then they both move back, like one of them gave a signal - probably did, actually - and Evan falls back a little, catching himself on Cam’s broad chest, skin to warm skin. Cam huffs out a little laugh and kisses Evan’s temple before moving away on the bed.
Evan can’t see, so he strains to feel, to hear, but his lovers both have Special Ops training, so he jumps when their hands touch his wrists, tugging gently until he’s spread across the bed. His arms are stretched out, nearly touching the corners of the bed, and his legs mirror the position. Cuffs are wrapped around his wrists and ankles, soft leather holding him in place, and then they’re gone again, but not so silent this time; Evan can hear the sound of them kissing somewhere above his body, can almost see Cam’s hands on John’s face behind his own closed eyelids, see John’s hands, one on Cam’s hip, the other bracing himself on Cam’s upper arm. He’s seen it enough times that it’s burned into his memory but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to look, to reach up and tear the blindfold off and stare because they’re beautiful together, John and Cam.
The sounds stop and for a moment Evan can’t tell anything, can’t hear or feel or sense them anywhere, but then long fingers trace down his inner thigh and Cam’s mouth is on his chest, laying openmouthed kisses in a pattern that Evan can’t predict. Cam’s fingers tangle in his dogtags and Evan can feel the weight of Cam’s own set against his stomach. John’s bump into his leg every so often as John moves, warm breath ghosting across Evan’s hip, fingers teasing just above his knee, tongue flicking out across the tip of his cock. They’re driving him mad, a little at a time, but Evan can’t think of a better way to go.
Cam makes his way up to Evan’s mouth and doesn’t hesitate to kiss him, pushing his tongue into Evan’s mouth as he strokes a thumb across Evan’s jaw. John’s mouth covers Evan’s cock at the same time, sucking lightly as he moves his tongue in a way that Evan hasn’t figured out how to mimic. Cam’s hands are stroking down his chest and Evan reaches up blindly, grasping for either one of them, but he only gets a few inches before the cuffs pull at his wrists and he lets his arms fall back to the bed.
John reaches up and takes one hand, holding on tightly as he leans his head down slowly, so slowly. The muscles in his mouth, his throat, ripple around Evan, and he chokes a moan into Cam’s mouth as John’s nose bumps gently into his skin. Cam threads his fingers through Evan’s other hand and presses it into the bed, and Evan clings to both of his lovers as they move over and around him, touching, kissing, licking, sucking at his chest, his thighs, his mouth, his dick.
Evan can feel his entire body thrumming, burning, and he tightens his grip on the hands wrapped around his own. The touches to his body stop, though neither of the other men takes their hand from Evan’s grip. It grounds him, their touch, and he remembers how to breathe as Cam’s thumb rubs absent circles into his palm and John simply holds on.
It takes a minute before Evan’s equilibrium returns, but when he loosens his grip, John and Cam both pull away. Evan hears one of them move to the end of the bed and work at the ties; a moment later, his legs are pushed up and apart, and John’s hand stays on his thigh until Evan pushes back a little against him. John’s hand moves, and Evan keeps his legs where they’d been positioned as he listens to Cam moving around the room, opening a drawer, walking back to the bed.
John’s fingers are gentle against Evan’s face, and Evan can feel the heat of his body along the length of his own as John leans above him. Evan lifts his head from the bed, aiming for where he can hear John breathing. His lips catch the corner of John’s mouth and he turns quickly, coaxing John’s lips apart and sliding his tongue into the other man’s mouth. Evan can feel John grin against his face before he pulls back, but he lowers his hips to Evan and slides their cocks together. It makes both of them gasp.
Evan feels John kneel between his spread thighs and hears the tube click open, and then John’s fingers are brushing against him, spreading the lube around his entrance. He can hear John’s quick intake of breath and wishes he could see, but then again, if he closes his eyes he can paint the picture himself; John’s fingers between Evan’s legs, Cam pressed right against John’s back, his arm wrapped around John’s hips to spread the slick over John’s cock. John’s head tilted back against Cam’s shoulder, his eyes closed, lower lip between his teeth. Cam’s lips are probably moving across John’s neck, and Evan moans as the images flash through his mind.
He can hear Cam’s low chuckle before the bed dips around him, and then John’s cock is heavy at his entrance and Evan gasps and forces himself to relax as John moves himself in, slowly, slowly, but it’s still that edge of pleasure/pain. Evan’s loose enough, mostly; it’s not like they don’t have sex pretty regularly, but John hadn’t prepped him at all. He’s gentle, though, and soon the balance of tight and full is just the right side of good and Evan’s breath is coming in ragged gasps as John moves in and out of his body.
Cam’s hands are on Evan’s thighs, holding him in place while John fucks him with smooth strokes, and Evan’s ever-helpful mind sees Cam, still bent around John, his cock straining against John’s ass, siding against his cheeks as John moves in and out of Evan’s body. He knows the exact shade of the color in Cam’s cheeks right now, the way his hair must be sweaty, the darkening blue of his eyes.
John pulls out and moves away, breaking Cam’s hold on Evan’s thighs, and Evan would moan at the loss but he feels Cam move back in, and he takes up where John left off, pushing in and finding the same rhythm. It’s slow and deep, and Evan can’t hold back the noises he’s making when John’s mouth lowers over his cock. He alternates with Cam’s rhythm, moving with precision, and Evan wants his hands free so badly, wants to reach down and touch and hold and guide.
And John - John, who’s so good at reading people and situations, and especially these people in this situation - John reaches up and tugs the blindfold from Evan’s eyes, then leans to uncuff first one hand, then the other. And Evan’s free to thread his fingers into John’s hair, to pull his leg back and slide down and angle himself just so, and then he’s shattering, coming apart at the seams, and all he can do is move with them and gasp and gasp.
Cam starts driving into him with purpose, his thrusts sharp and deep, and it’s not long before he drops his head to his chest and pants. Evan reaches down to pull John’s face to his own, working his tongue into John’s mouth while he jerks John’s cock, and John’s body freezes as his cock spurts. They all collapse together, limbs tangled and sweaty. Evan’s sandwiched mostly in the middle, one arm across John’s waist and the other curled around Cam’s on his chest, and one of the others pulls the sheet from where it’s hanging half-off the bed and tucks it around their bodies. Evan kisses John’s forehead as Cam’s thumb rubs gently across Evan’s chest.
It’s nice, Evan thinks a little dizzily as his eyes droop, that they don’t need words to speak to each other.