More Than We Are: Landfall - Part 4 ADULT
More Than We Are
Part 4 - Landfall
By Jennghis Kahn
Rating- ADULT
Category- Romance
Pairing- Sam/Jack/Daniel
Spoilers- Moebius
Warnings - Slash and het and threesome.
MORE THAN WE ARE: Part 4, Land-fall
By Jennghis Kahn
Rated- Mature. This chapter is all about the graphic sex.
A/N- This chapter was actually meant to be the whole story. I wrote it as a stand alone fic and then, when I decided to expand on the whole idea, this got set aside until I wrote the first 3 parts. Thanks to Courser once again for her critical feedback and powers of beta. I’m not sure you realize exactly how much you’re helping me out with this. licks you
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Jack twisted the plug back on the generator’s oil reservoir and then wiped his hands on his pants. The grease felt gritty between his fingers and left black streaks on the cotton of his trousers. He wiped at an itch on his face with a clean spot on the sleeve of his flannel shirt.
He was pretty sure Carter would try to kill him if she knew he was messing with the generators, but she’d had so little time lately to look after them and they were going to need every last one soon. They always had a full house during the muzzleloader season.
He picked up his wrench from the hard packed snow and stood up. He’d been warm and nearly sweating when he first started working, but the frigid wind was getting into his layers of clothing now. His breath was white mist against the dark logs of the cabin. The sharp tang of wood smoke had settled permanently in his sinuses. The scent seemed to permeate everything from the trees to the sheets on their bed.
There was a sharp, distant “crack” in the air as a tree branch, overburdened by snow broke and fell to the ground. He glanced off toward the edge of forest just beyond the line of small cabins where a small, cleared trail spilled out onto the resort’s long private road. Bared branches clicked together quietly in the wind, and he took a moment to stand still and listen. He’d heard the occasional high-pitched whine of a snowmobile out in the labyrinth of trails over the morning, but nothing since noon. The heavy drifts of snow muffled natural sound. The wind came through the wooded bluffs with an eerie hollow whine.
He shivered a bit, and felt a feather-light drop of wet on his forehead. They were supposed to get a storm later this afternoon.
His stomach grumbled lightly, and he picked up his toolbox and cast the broken generator one more baleful glance. He was pretty sure it wouldn’t work if he tried it, despite his tinkering.
Eh, it was time for a late lunch anyway.
He trudged back along the narrow snow-cleared path that he and Daniel had made a few days ago. Nearly all of the cabins were empty now, except one couple doing the honeymoon thing in #12, and the one that John Redhawk had given him, Daniel and Sam in exchange for looking after the place during the winter.
During the summer months, the small, rustic resort was filled to the brim with fishermen, families on vacation, and hikers. During the winter, it was largely vacant except for the various hunting seasons and die-hard snowmobile owners who wanted to get out on the remote trails.
And since Jack didn’t have much business at the harbor during winter, this was as good a trade as any. A nice place to live, if a little simplistic. Sam had plenty of work at the Marina even though many of the smaller boats were in dry dock or simply sitting idle now. The prop shop took in work on snowmobiles and snow blowers. With winter barely settled in, she was swamped. With Daniel’s work at the diner, they were keeping themselves well stocked with necessities and saving some to boot.
He walked past their small shed that doubled as a summer garage and hesitated outside of the back door to stomp his feet and dislodge the wet snow from his boots. Last time he’d tracked snow into the cabin, Daniel had stepped in the melted puddle and gotten his socks wet. Consequently there’d been “snippiness” for the rest of the day. God forbid.
He yanked his boots off in the small mudroom, dumping them on the rubber mat. His gloves and hat went into the old milk crate on the floor. He rubbed his hands together, trying to warm his fingers before throwing a log into the stove. The heat made his skin itch.
He made himself a quick ham and cheese sandwich and ate it in the kitchenette, leaning against the warped wooden counters. The small cabin wasn’t much, but it was in better condition than most of them. And the plumbing was new.
The living room was only big enough for one sofa and one overstuffed armchair that Jack considered all his. The TV was small and they couldn’t get cable out this far. Most people had satellite, but the cost would have been a waste since Jack was the only one of them who watched anything regularly. Instead, he went down to Spooner’s, the local bar, for the big hockey games and listened to the rest on the radio.
The bookshelves were stuffed full, and Daniel had hijacked half of the small dinner table for more stacks of books. A few of Sam’s were mixed in, but the vast majority of books in the cabin were Daniel’s. The computer chips and metal valves, plastic doohickeys and rolls of wiring were Sam’s.
Jack looked around absently for something of his.
He kept all his fishing tackle either on the boat or in the storage shed. He owned very few books. He was a man of simple pleasures. Mostly.
The set of The Simpsons video tapes was his. There, stacked neatly on the bookshelf and buried behind more of Daniel’s never-ending book pile. And when Sam fixed his old VCR finally, oh, there would be much joy in his life.
Jack heard a car door being slammed outside. He glanced up as someone stomped their boots outside the front door, and then Daniel walked in, carrying a stack of yet more ragged books.
“What are you doing here?” Jack stared at him.
Daniel glanced at him as he leaned into the wall and tried to slide his boots off using only his feet. “I live here. Getting senile already?”
Jack shot him a sardonic look. “I thought you were going to spend the afternoon at the library.”
“I was. Some kind of book report must be due in school. All the computers were being used by teenagers.”
“Ahh.” Jack frowned. Daniel worked in the mornings. He rode in with Sam and brought her lunch after his shift. In the afternoons, he either went to the library to use their computers or he sat and read at the prop shop while Sam worked.
“John gave me a ride,” Daniel explained, stepping carefully around his discarded boots and making a beeline for the table. “I stopped and told Sam, don’t worry.” He tried to set the stack down on the table, and Jack jumped forward to block the way.
“Ah!” He snapped abruptly, glaring at the archeologist’s confused expression. “You’ve already hijacked enough of this table. Find another place.”
Daniel sighed crossly, but he dutifully turned on his heel and looked the room over. He finally set the stack on the floor next to the bookshelf and then shook his arms out, wincing at the loss of weight.
Jack folded his arms across his chest. “I find it hard to believe that book reports are even possible in this town considering you seem to have all the library books checked out and sitting in this room.”
Now it was Daniel’s turn to sport the sardonic expression. He pushed his glasses up further onto his nose and shrugged. “Esther says that since I check out the books that aren’t very popular, I can keep them as long as I need to. If someone asks for one of them, she’ll call and I’ll take it back.”
Jack studied him. “You live an exciting life, Jackson.”
Daniel smiled wryly and met his gaze. “Well, I may not be defending earth against aliens yet, but… “ He trailed off, casting Jack a meaningful glance as he brushed by him.
Jack smiled faintly and tried to put his hands under Daniel’s coat, but Daniel was already backing away and heading into the kitchenette, where he pulled the coat off and slung it haphazardly on one of the counters.
Jack watched him go. There were definite possibilities to Daniel’s being home early after all. All of them involved high levels of nudity and sweating.
Daniel poured himself a glass of grape Kool-Aid and leaned against the counter, sipping. He looked at Jack from behind strands of brown hair that fell across his eyes and got hung up on his glasses. He was wearing a brown sweater and a blue plaid shirt underneath it, and Jack could see the outlines of several pens through the sweater, stuffed in the pocket of the plaid.
It amused Jack that Daniel seemed to live in his own little world, where he was apparently the cutting edge of fashion and the rest of the world lagged behind him. Jack had been in enough department stores in the area to know that it took effort to dress the way Daniel did. You didn’t just find clothes like that anywhere. He had specific tastes and was oblivious to style. In Daniel’s mind, he was living in the groove.
“I’ll build you another bookshelf if you cut your hair.” Jack offered.
Daniel’s glance slid past him to the last bookcase Jack had built. While technically it did the job, the shelves tilted slightly downward on the right. “You wouldn’t be the one wielding the scissors, would you? Because it’s really nice and even right now.” He reached up and touched his hair protectively.
Jack shook his head. “Funny,” he exclaimed sarcastically.
Daniel smirked and turned to rinse his glass out. Jack moved in, stepping up behind him and crowding him against the counter. He nosed aside Daniel’s hair and pressed his mouth to the other man’s nape. He smelled of the diner’s apple pie and Sam’s soap and the cold winter wind.
“I’ll have Sam help me. It’ll be so mathematically perfect that they’ll want to put it in the Smithsonian.”
Daniel snorted softly, but he clutched at the counter as Jack started sucking slowly at the skin on the back of his neck.
“Besides,” Daniel said, a little roughly. “Sam likes my hair like this. She says you’re just trying to make me more military.”
Jack grimaced. Damn that woman! For someone who had been so ineffectual over the whole of her adult life, Sam was gaining confidence with leaps and bounds. Jack had tried to recruit her into helping with Project: Cut Daniel’s Geeky Hair, but she’d had none of it. And in fact, when Jack had called the hair “girlie” at one point, she’d gone one step further and warned Jack that if he ‘ruined’ Daniel, she’d kill him in his sleep and bury him in the woods. It wasn’t normally in her character to make death threats, so Jack had been suitably startled and rather amused. Enough to decide he liked that side of her.
She’d really missed her calling, Sam had. Woman should have been a soldier. Daniel may not have realized his own geekiness, but Sam did it deliberately. When he’d first met her, she’d seemed out of place in her own body, in her own mind. She struggled between not wanting any extra attention and wanting to shout herself to the world. She’d been doing much more of the latter lately.
Jack backed off slightly and pulled on Daniel’s shoulder to turn him around. Then he backed Daniel right up against the counter again, laying his palms down flat on the wooden surface on either side of the man. Daniel fidgeted, his gaze meeting Jack’s and then darting lower to his throat and the open ‘V’ of his flannel shirt. Jack leaned in a little further, until his lips were perilously close to Daniel’s, but deliberately not touching.
“Jack…” Daniel’s voice was quite soft and restrained. “Sam will be home in a while. I think Del’s letting her off early because of the storm.”
Jack was impatient. “That’s still hours away.” He said the words against Daniel’s lips, and felt the sudden pressure of Daniel’s hands coming to rest on his hips.
“I was going to do some more translations this afternoon. I’ve almost gotten through a particularly difficult passage. It might end up being just what we need…”
Jack stiffened and pulled his mouth away. Those goddamned translations again. When was Daniel going to give up on that stargate idea? In truth, Jack knew that Sam hadn’t given up either, but she at least seemed happy with the way things were now. He didn’t think it’d take much convincing to get her to let it go.
But Daniel. Damn it.
He felt the other man slipping out of his arms.
“Daniel…” Jack hesitated, not wanting to start that old argument again.
Daniel turned and gave him a faint smile, eyes narrowed teasingly. “You can wait a few more hours, Jack.”
That hadn’t been what Jack was thinking, but he didn’t correct Daniel. “No, I can’t,” he insisted, watching Daniel pull out a battered leather-bound journal and a file of confidential photocopies from the SGC. Jack had warned Daniel and Sam to never ever tell him how they’d gotten that file. He just didn’t want to know.
Daniel spared him a long-suffering glance and shook his head as he sat down at the table and flipped the file open. Jack took a moment to find that look irritating and ironic since it was Daniel who had the biggest sex drive of the three of them. There’d been more than one night when Jack and Sam had been content to collapse together in a sleepy tangle and snore the night away, only to have Daniel try and tease them into another round. Of course, Daniel had youth, mostly, on his side and was probably making up for lost time.
For the most part, this whole thing worked like a dream, but there were times…
He watched Daniel work for a while, head bent low over the documents, his lips moving soundlessly sometimes. The too-long hair hung down over his glasses.
Jack sighed and wondered for the thousandth time what Daniel thought he was going to find in that other world. The other Daniel on the tape had told of dead parents, which had happened the same in this world, and a dead wife named Sha’re, who Daniel had never met here. Why would he want to set things back to the way they were? Why would he want that pain again? Why… when he had Sam and Jack now?
Jack had resisted the urge to ‘lose’ that file of stolen secrets more than once. Mostly because he knew, if Daniel found out who was responsible, they’d lose him anyway. Or… more likely, Daniel would leave and he’d take Sam with him. Jack couldn’t imagine the two of them not being together. He knew they cared deeply for him, but he didn’t want to test it. He didn’t think it would end well for him.
So, no ‘losing’ the file. But… distraction, yes. Distraction was completely fair and frequently successful as well.
He grabbed Daniel’s coat from the kitchen counter and walked it into the mudroom. He hung it up and walked back to the kitchen, standing behind Daniel’s chair and looking over his shoulder.
Daniel didn’t notice right away, so Jack rested his hands on the back of the chair, tucking his fingers between the chair and Daniel’s back. Daniel glanced up at him.
“I wish there was some way to get that tablet instead of using a picture like this. There are so many other things that can affect a translation. Even the condition and type of the stone is important.”
“You had it in your hands, Daniel.”
“That’s not enough. I need it here with me.”
“That’s not going to happen.” Jack felt hopeful.
“I know.” Daniel sighed and stared back down at the file photo. “I’ll have to make do.”
Jack slid a finger up along Daniel’s neck. “Make do tomorrow. The snow will probably keep the diner from opening anyway. You’ll have all day.”
Daniel snorted. “You mean all day after we shovel snow for several hours and then sweep it clear from all the cabin rooftops?”
“Yeah.” Jack slid the finger under his collar, felt the hard ledge of his collarbone. “You’ll be too tired to do anything except… translate.”
Daniel leaned back in the chair and tilted his head back to look up at him. “You’re being very attentive.” He looked suspicious. “Is this what you think about when you’re home alone everyday?”
Jack couldn’t resist the taut expanse of corded neck, and he slid his fingers gently around Daniel’s throat. “Yes, Daniel. I’m a perverted old man.”
“Well, old anyway.” Daniel looked pleased with himself. He often thought himself hilarious. Jack thought he needed work on his delivery.
Instead of answering, Jack bent down and slanted his mouth over Daniel’s, sliding his hand to the side of Daniel’s neck, holding his head firmly.
Daniel returned the kiss with concentration, tongue darting quickly into Jack’s mouth, his lips pushing back when Jack pushed forward.
“You taste like grape.” Jack muttered gruffly, dragging his mouth over Daniel’s stubble-roughened jaw. Daniel had a very respectable five o’clock shadow that usually appeared by noon.
Daniel licked his lips. “You taste like… ham.” He looked confused at his own discovery.
“Late lunch.” Jack explained, his fingers grabbing a handful of Daniel’s sweater and pulling him out of the chair and to his feet. Daniel tried to lag at first.
“I really need to work, Jack…”
“Oh, you’ll work. Just not on… that.” Jack motioned at the papers and books. He hadn’t let go of Daniel’s sweater yet.
The archeologist was still looking like he wanted to balk, so Jack pulled him further away from the table and then up against him. He fused their mouths together and jammed his tongue against Daniel’s. Warm and wet. Jack loved that combination. Daniel let out a terse moan, and Jack knew he had him. He pushed the brown sweater up and over Daniel’s head, breaking their kiss momentarily. He worked on the buttons of the plaid shirt next as Daniel’s hands rose to his shoulders.
In minutes, he was backing a shirtless Daniel toward the bedroom, Daniel’s hand wrapped firmly around Jack’s head, holding Jack’s mouth tight against his own. Jack grunted as he stumbled a bit in his attempt to keep up with Daniel and his enthusiasm for the deep kissing.
They walked into the bedroom and straight across the floor to the opposite wall as Jack tugged at the buttons of his own flannel shirt, shaking it from his shoulders and arms and letting it drop to the floor. Daniel’s hands were sliding over his skin then, a scientist’s hands turned rough and calloused from the handles of shovels and rakes, arms thick and solid from wielding the ropes on the boat.
Jack leaned into him, already feeling the mist of sweat on his skin, the adamant erections between them. The air was cool against his back; the warmth of the wood burner took a while to reach the bedroom. He allowed himself a few moments to miss Sam and the feel of her hot against his back, fingers dragging up his thighs; soft, amazingly smooth skin sliding against his. He’d adjusted to this… relationship so much faster than he ever thought he would.
Daniel was tugging at the buttons on Jack’s jeans now, hand sliding down inside and rubbing hard against the long line of Jack’s cock, his mouth moving to Jack’s throat. Jack eased them backwards until the backs of his knees hit the bed. He pivoted and pushed Daniel onto his back in moments, drawing away to pull Daniel’s jeans from his legs and toss them on the floor.
“Jack, you’ve got grease all over your pants.” Daniel was pointing to Jack’s jeans, and Jack glanced down to where he’d wiped his greasy hands after messing with the generator.
“So what.” He crawled over the top of Daniel, his mouth going right to the lightly haired, golden patch right above the dorky plaid boxers. (What was with the plaid anyway?) Daniel sucked his breath in.
“So, don’t get it on the sheets.”
Jack drew his tongue along the waistband of Daniel’s shorts. “It?” He asked absently, peeling the waistband down slightly and sucking sharply at the skin there.
Daniel made an inarticulate sound and buried his fingers in Jack’s hair. “The grease,” he gasped. “Sam’ll be pissed.”
“She’ll forgive me,” Jack muttered, fingers tucking inside the waistband and pulling down. Then he was drawing his tongue along Daniel’s dick, and the coherent talking became mumbling and panting. There was marvelously little foreplay between he and Daniel when they were alone.
Neither of them had much, if any, experience with other men. This was one thing they’d both managed to learn very quickly. Sucking dick wasn’t hard when you knew what you wanted yourself. Learning all that other stuff? Eh, not so easy. Anal sex had never been high on Jack’s list of favorite sexual deeds. Still, Daniel had been willing to try…
“The blind leading the blind!” Sam had stated one night while he and Daniel had made an attempt to figure things out. It had been mostly fumbling and swearing with the occasional moan until Sam had snorted with laughter and kissed them both, asking if they wanted her to read aloud from a sex manual in the same way Daniel had read the boat repair manual to her in the prop shop.
Like Daniel, she was often under the mistaken impression that she was utterly hilarious.
Jack had been frustrated and horny and impatient by then though. “Hey!” He’d snapped at her. “Unless you have a prostate and a dick, you have no idea how this goes either!” Sam had been unconcerned at his outburst, but unfortunately had made a rather comical glance down between her own legs to check for the proper equipment, which had then caused Daniel to start snorting with laughter as well, and Jack had realized it was going to be a very slow process.
But the first time he’d made Daniel really moan; a chest deep, hair-raising, make-your-mouth-run-dry moan… it had all been worth it. Jack himself was a little hesitant about trying the receiving end of things. Small steps, he’d insisted. Daniel never pressed. Sam told them she thought they were beautiful together. Jack found that embarrassing. He thought her and Daniel were far more beautiful than he could ever be.
Daniel was growing a little twitchy now, hips arching up against Jack’s mouth, fingers coming dangerously close to grabbing Jack’s head. Jack was insistent on taking his time, and it drove Daniel quickly and completely nuts. Which is the entire reason Jack did it, of course. He slid one arm under Daniel’s lower back, holding him still. “Relax,” he ordered softly, then he ran his tongue right over the flat, sensitive part of Daniel’s cockhead. Daniel groaned.
Jack’s own dick gave a strong twitch at the sound. He loved being the cause of that sound. He loved creating it in both Sam and Daniel.
He slid his hand down the shaft of Daniel’s dick and pulled gently at his balls.
“Jack…” Daniel’s voice was low and breathless. It was his warning tone. Jack pulled his mouth off Daniel’s cock and grabbed him firmly with one hand. He felt like watching today. He brought Daniel off with a few strong strokes, watching the way Daniel’s fingers clenched in the bedspread and his lips parted over gritted teeth. The short, sharp groans echoed in the small room as Daniel came.
It caused a full, heated throb in Jack’s already hard cock, and he exhaled hard at how good it felt.. He remained holding onto Daniel’s hips with one arm, the other hand coaxing the last weak jets from Daniel’s cock, fingers growing slick. He watched as Daniel sank back into the mattress, panting. A pale rivulet ran fluidly over Daniel’s hip and then downward, heading for the sheets. Jack caught it with two fingers, smearing it back up onto the smooth skin of Daniel’s belly. Daniel used one arm to grab for a Kleenex on the bedside table and did a primitive mop-up job before handing Jack one as well.
Jack had to resist the urge to gleefully throw himself down on his back on the bed and exclaim, “My turn!” Instead, he eased down on the bed beside Daniel, using the heel of his hand to press his aching dick, still inside of his jeans, into a more comfortable position.
“Fuck…” Daniel sighed, eyes closed as he caught his breath. Jack raised a brow. Daniel had always had a belligerent streak inside of him. Still, he didn’t swear as much as Jack or Sam did. It was a source of amusement for both he and Sam. Especially Sam, who practically made a game of Trying To Get Daniel To Swear. What she hadn’t apparently realized was that Daniel had figured it out long ago and had quickly learned that pretending to let a swear word slip out earned him one of Sam’s delighted grins followed by a rather hot kiss with plenty of tongue.
She used to make the same game out of it with Jack, but Jack had let on that he knew what she was doing and ruined it all when he started spewing coarse language like a drunken sailor and basically shot his entire load in one day. Daniel played better with others.
There was a soft snore beside him, and Jack glanced over. Daniel’s chest was slowly rising and falling, his eyes closed, lips parted.
“Daniel?”
He got another soft snore in answer.
“Damn it!” Jack prodded him in the ribs with one finger. Daniel stirred and then settled back down, head relaxing to the side.
Jack sighed and felt his hard-on giving up. Well that just figured, didn’t it? He could probably wake the other man up and demand his fair due, but that seemed a little bastard-ish, even to Jack. Besides, the guy stayed up late doing his translations and then got up early to ride into work with Sam.
If only he’d give up on those damn translations.
Jack wasn’t sure why it bothered him so much except it seemed a losing proposition any way you looked at it. Sam was on the fence with all of it. He knew she still thought that the right thing to do was figure out the stargate and fix the timeline, but she was torn between wanting to do the right thing and wanting to stay right here with him and Daniel. He thought that he and Daniel were winning with her. But then, the other Sam in the video hadn’t mentioned a husband or kids or anything very mysterious other than her mother dying when Sam was young. In this reality, it had been her father. He knew she wondered about that sometimes.
With Daniel, it was different. He had a wife he had never met. She hadn’t been with him long. The other Daniel said she was dead. This Daniel never had that sadness, and Jack had a hard time understanding why Daniel wanted that back so badly. If he had the chance to get rid of the pain over Charlie…
Would he do it? Trade Charlie’s memory to be free of the pain? Sometimes, he just wasn’t sure…
He must have dozed for a while. When he opened his eyes again, the room was darker and he could hear the soft, staccato sound of hard snow hitting the window above the bed. The storm must have arrived.
“Dear god, it’s starting 3 hours before they said it would. We’ll be shoveling forever tomorrow morning.” Daniel groaned beside him. Jack turned to look at him.
“If we go out every few hours before it gets too deep, we can use the snow blower. I went and got gas yesterday.”
Daniel’s eyes met his in the dim light of the room. “I thought you broke that last week when you ran over that stump?”
Jack scowled. “It wasn’t a stump, it was a stick. And Sam fixed it.” He didn’t add that he’d had to bribe her with the promise that he’d help her find a 2001 Indian Scout. She’d seen a picture of the motorcycle in a magazine at the prop shop and fallen in love immediately. It spoke to how much he wanted that snow blower fixed since he didn’t particularly want her to get that bike. He kept imagining her in a bloody crash, lying torn and dead on the highway. She was set on it though, and had even brought home a worn leather bike jacket a few months ago. She’d bought it off John Redhawk’s wife, and it was all silver rings and black menace. Jack had to admit, she looked hot in it. Daniel had been so taken, he’d bird-dogged her for a week, practically plastering himself to her at night until Jack had told her to just leave it on and fuck Daniel so the nonsense would stop. That had earned him two nights on the sofa alone. Fuck.
Still, between Sam’s death wishes with the bike and Daniel’s single-minded pursuit of the stargate… they were going to be the death of him yet. Or they’d break his heart. He wasn’t sure which would be worse.
“Hear that?” Daniel laid a hand lightly on Jack’s arm. Jack stilled and listened. Through the creak of the house and the whistle of the wind, he heard a faint high-pitched whine. He relaxed again.
“Sam’s home!” Daniel grinned and suddenly shot up from the bed, clambering over Jack awkwardly.
“Daniel!” Jack tucked instinctively to protect his softer bits and shot him a glare.
“Sorry! Sorry.” Daniel touched Jack’s thigh briefly with a sheepish smile, but then hit the floor naked and scrambled for his jeans. Jack watched him struggle into them.
“You’re never this excited to see me when I get home,” he protested.
Daniel smirked at him and pulled a T-shirt over his head. “That’s because you’re always grumpy and you smell like fish.” He stumbled out the doorway as the whine grew into the sound of an engine outside the cabin.
“Not all the time!” Jack called after him. He flipped onto his belly and pulled the curtain aside to the window above the bed. He peered out just in time to see Sam jump the sled over a small, compact drift of snow at the edge of the driveway. He held his breath as the sled went airborne, Sam crouched low on the seat, dark behind the Arctic Cat’s small headlights. It didn’t go very high, its weight too great, but Jack gritted his teeth anyway. She knew he hated it when she did that.
She landed the jump perfectly and ran the sled up to the lean-to and inside, where it would be out of the storm.
“Damn it, Sam,” Jack muttered and propelled himself off the bed. His jeans slipped down his hips a bit, and he refastened them, feeling a bit, well, grumpy, when he remembered that Daniel had fallen asleep on him and he’d had a perfectly good hard-on go to waste.
He hit the bathroom first, knowing Sam had to remove the sled’s battery and hook it up to the charger they kept in the shed. Without it, neither the sled nor the truck would start half the time during the winter.
As he came out again, still shirtless, he heard the back door open and the telltale sounds of Sam unzipping her coat and taking it off. Then there was a big scuffle and a muffled shriek along with Daniel’s deep laughter.
Jack shook his head.
Daniel had an odd fetish with wrestling lately. It tended to be mostly directed toward Sam ever since he’d surprised Jack in the yard one day and found himself face down in the snow, Jack’s knee in his back and his arm twisted back behind him. Jack didn’t take surprises well.
Sam, on the other hand…
He heard her voice, tense with amused stress.
“Oof, Daniel… you have to stop eating so many of Jack’s pancakes in the morning. Jesus, eat some fruit once in a while.”
Jack glanced at the two of them briefly while walking past them to close the door. Technically, Sam should win the match even though Daniel outweighed her by a good 50 pounds now. He’d been teaching her basic hand-to-hand combat over the past few months and she was a quick student. She was eager to soak up anything he wanted to teach her.
Anything.
Whether it was showing her how to hamstring a man with a penknife or exactly where he liked her to put her fingertips during a hand job, she was eager and intent on mastering the skill.
Daniel on the other hand, saw no reason to learn any of it and much preferred to read instead. He learned a few of the more basic moves when Jack held the stargate mission over his head. “We don’t know what’s out there, Daniel. What’re you going to do? Hit them with a big book?”
But, he eventually lost interest in the lessons after a point and they’d find him later, curled up with a book from his never-ending stack. He just found reading really, really… fascinating.
As Jack was hanging Sam’s discarded coat on a hangar, the shuffling from the living room floor stopped and was followed by a long, poignant silence. He glanced toward the entryway but couldn’t see anything.
The silence was broken by the soft sound of wet lips, and then Daniel let out a quiet groan that made Jack’s cock stand up and practically break through the fly of his jeans.
He set his jaw and stepped to the doorway.
Sam was flat on her back on the floor, Daniel hunched over her, straddling her on his knees. His mouth was on hers and his hands were in her hair. Sam’s hands were buried somewhere between them, apparently doing things, although Jack couldn’t see what.
Daniel’s T-shirt had ridden up, revealing an expanse of pale, muscled lower back that made Jack want to lick along the stuttered path of his spine from waist to shoulder blades.
One of Sam’s hands slid around to Daniel’s back and pushed the shirt up further, fingers dragging up the furrow of his spine. “Miss me?”
“You smell like gasoline.” Daniel muttered, shoving his nose into her neck.
Jack snorted. “Is that better than smelling like fish?” He asked.
“Yes,” Daniel retorted, sliding to Sam’s side on the floor so they could both look up at him.
“Del showed me how to use a torch to cut out a gas tank today!” Sam exclaimed. Daniel rolled his eyes, not finding it nearly so interesting.
Jack met Sam’s eyes and walked deliberately toward her. Her smile faded a bit and she looked at him uneasily. He carefully lowered himself to his knees and straddled her. He caught her hands, pinning them to the floor so she couldn’t use them to distract him.
“Sam…” His voice was deceptively calm and logical.
Guilt stole into her blue eyes. She grimaced. “Sorry.” She was trying to head him off, but he ignored it.
“Jump that sled again and I’ll give it away, I promise you.”
She fidgeted unhappily. “I know how to drive, Jack.”
“And it’s my sled. If you kill yourself on it, I’m going to be very pissed off. Got it?”
She stared at him a moment, and he didn’t look away. She brought her head up to kiss him quickly and then relaxed beneath him. “Yes.”
“Good. You’re driving me nuts with all this daredevil shit, you know.” He softened his grip on her hands and leaned down to return the kiss. When he nosed into her neck, he grunted. The skin that must have been exposed below her helmet and above her collar was red and icy cold. He pressed his mouth to a small freezing portion of it. “Where the hell’s your scarf?”
“I don’t like to wear it. I mean, what if something happens? What if it comes undone while I’m riding and then catches on a tree branch or something?”
Jack pulled back and stared at her. “What?”
Daniel gave a sharp laugh from beside them and shook his head. “And you think I’m weird!” He glanced at Jack.
Jack shook his head. “You’re both nuts. I knew it from the beginning. Nothing but trouble.”
Sam ran her hands up his thighs, her thumbs perilously close to his fly. “You can always get rid of us,” she suggested in a tone that indicated she knew he’d do nothing of the sort.
He leaned down over her again as her fingers slid upwards and over his bare skin. “I just might,” he muttered as her fingers found his nape and massaged light circles there, making him shiver slightly. The hard-on perked up a bit. “I think you need to get warm,” he stated.
Sam grinned as he backed off of her and pulled her to her feet. “I figured with Daniel’s half day off, I’d be out of luck today.” She eyed both of them, glancing meaningfully at Jack’s lack of a shirt and Daniel’s hastily thrown-on clothing. Daniel reddened a bit, but Jack just smiled and slid his arms around her waist.
“Not at all.” He pushed her backwards. “But we have to get rid of the gasoline.”
“Shower.” Daniel grinned. He headed toward the small bathroom.
Jack was already pulling the zipper down on Sam’s work overalls as he walked her into the bathroom behind Daniel, who turned the water on and then began pulling his clothes off. Christ, those 13 years or so between them made a big difference when it came down to endurance. Jack would have been done for the night after a blowjob in the afternoon. Well… most of the time.
Jack shoved the top of Sam’s overalls over her shoulders, letting them fall downwards. She had a white T-shirt on beneath them, grease smudges decorating the collar. He pushed his hands beneath it, palms sliding over the smooth curve of her waist, and dropped his head to suck at the juncture between neck and shoulder. She inhaled sharply and her hands grabbed at his shoulders.
Underneath the gasoline smell was the scent of Sam. The real scent. The one that stayed on her pillow after she’d left for work in the morning. The one he could sense on Daniel when the two of them slept curled together for warmth. The one that made his dick hard as rock, and his heart beat faster.
He stepped back to unfasten his jeans and tug them from his legs, watching as Daniel made short work of Sam’s T-shirt while treating her to the same deep, wet kissing that Jack had gotten earlier. He could see their tongues slipping together.
In the shower, Jack, once again, took his time. The hot water felt great, and he got the spray and the soap all to himself while Sam and Daniel made out against the wall. She was holding his head, keeping his mouth on hers, while Daniel’s hand slid smoothly between her legs. Jack could hear both of them breathing hard.
He smoothed his wet hair back over his head and wiped the water from his eyes before stepping toward them. Daniel made room for him, bringing one hand up to grab Jack’s nape and pull him in for a deep, open-mouthed kiss. When it ended, Jack did the same thing to Sam. She pulled him closer against her and she was sleek and slippery and very serious, and it ratcheted his need up a notch. She moaned in his ear when he caught a nipple in his mouth. When he found her clit with the tip of his middle finger, she bit her lip and closed her eyes. He felt Daniel behind him, pressing against them, his hand slipping over Jack’s hip and finding his cock. His palm slid against it, the wet, loose friction enough to tease but not get serious.
When he hoisted Carter up against the wall and pushed his cock inside of her, she made that sound. The one that she insisted was NOT a whimper but really was. The one that he and Daniel had marveled over one night. At how whenever she made a sound even close to that whimper, no matter how innocent, it always made both of them half hard.
Jack groaned and buried his face in her neck, his hips rocking back and forth into her. He felt Daniel kiss her over his shoulder, felt Daniel’s hands over his back, sliding downwards. Nearly six months now and Jack was still reluctant to be the one who was fucked, but fingers? Yeah, fingers were just fine. Fingers were… good.
Daniel’s fingers pushed inside him, retreated and pushed again. God! Jack rocked back and forth between them. Away from Daniel and into Sam. Away from Sam and back against Daniel. Daniel’s fingers followed him. It was too much. Jack shut his mind down and just felt them and the motion and the burning need to come hard. He quickly found himself at the brink after the earlier exertions with Daniel.
“C’mon Jack.” Sam’s voice was soft against his ear, encouraging him. He loved it when she did that, felt an extra thrill at the words. She hugged him tighter with both legs and arms. Daniel moved in, fingers and weight helping to push Jack deeper.
He broke. His breath exploded from his lungs and he groaned helplessly as he came, his body thrumming, legs flexing.
It took all of his concentration to hold Sam up and not just drop them both to the floor of the shower. He pressed her hard to the wall trying to catch his breath, thankful for the narrow tub, where he could brace his feet and not slip in the water running down the drain. She hung onto his shoulders and eased herself down. He kissed her again; hands sliding down her water-slick back. She smiled at him, and he kissed her forehead before turning to do the same to Daniel.
“You’ve got about 4 minutes of hot water left,” he warned before slipping out of the shower and leaving them alone. He didn’t usually get off that quickly. He liked to be the one still standing at the end, but once in a while things didn’t work out that way. Daniel tended to take his time with Sam in the same way Jack took his time with Daniel, and sometimes they’d get caught up in a slow ascent that had Jack impatiently wanting to get off and get back to work. A Daniel on his second round was an odds-on favorite tonight.
Jack dried himself and combed his hair in the steam-covered mirror, listening to the sounds coming from the shower. They fumbled out a few minutes later smelling of soap, so they’d managed to get themselves clean at least. He passed towels to both of them, and they dried quickly then were right back in each other’s arms again. Jack watched them absently. They were both lean and pale, their summer tans just starting to fade away. Wet hair almost exactly the same length tucked behind their ears and lay against damp skin. He watched them kiss then stumble toward the bedroom.
He walked through a few minutes later to grab an old pair of worn BDU’s and a flannel shirt. They were entwined on the bed, Daniel slowly rocking against her, her legs wrapped around his hips. He could hear them murmuring to each other although he couldn’t hear the words. It felt warm and comfortable. It made him feel a little aroused again.
He could join them if he wanted to. They’d pull apart and make room for him, hands soothing and mouths warm and wet on his. And despite the fact that he’d just come intensely only 15 minutes ago, they’d coax another one out of him.
He let them be, padding out across the living room to the kitchen to warm up some leftover beef stew for their dinner. After dinner, he’d get the snow blower out and try to get a head start on the blizzard and drifting snow. He’d come back in to find Daniel either reading or working intently on the translations, and Sam would be dozing, off and on, in front of the TV until he turned it off and dragged her into bed with him. Tomorrow they’d wake up to the wind and muffled, eerie silence of a buried world. He’d think about getting up early to get started on shoveling, and yet somehow he wouldn’t move until Sam and Daniel woke up beside him and then it’d be too late. There’d be sleepy kisses and exploring hands and then rough groans and whispered swearing.
From the bedroom, he heard Sam cry out and then Daniel’s muted groan. He grinned. It had been a good night.
He hadn’t been this happy in years. Sometimes it felt like all of it existed on a tenuous thread, in danger of snapping at the slightest touch. He wasn’t at all sure how it had all come about. If they’d seduced him or if he’d been the one to seduce them. He had no idea what he’d say to Kawalski the next time Charlie got leave and showed up at the Marina ready for a week of fishing. Was there really a way to explain all of this so he’d understand? Jack didn’t think so. He couldn’t even explain it properly to himself.
He got the pot of cold beef stew out of the refrigerator and set it on the stove. Out of the kitchen window, he could see the snow swirling and coming down almost horizontally in the wind. Several inches lay on the ground already. It was definitely going to be a bad one. Honestly? He didn’t care if they were snowed in for the next week. It might be nice. He’d hide that damn stargate file and Sam would stay home from work. Yeah. He smiled.
He heard Sam’s voice from the bedroom. “Who the hell got grease on the sheets?”
He winced and waited. There was a distinct mumbling that was probably Daniel totally giving him up.
“Jack!”
Crap.
TBC…
Part 4 - Landfall
By Jennghis Kahn
Rating- ADULT
Category- Romance
Pairing- Sam/Jack/Daniel
Spoilers- Moebius
Warnings - Slash and het and threesome.
MORE THAN WE ARE: Part 4, Land-fall
By Jennghis Kahn
Rated- Mature. This chapter is all about the graphic sex.
A/N- This chapter was actually meant to be the whole story. I wrote it as a stand alone fic and then, when I decided to expand on the whole idea, this got set aside until I wrote the first 3 parts. Thanks to Courser once again for her critical feedback and powers of beta. I’m not sure you realize exactly how much you’re helping me out with this. licks you
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Jack twisted the plug back on the generator’s oil reservoir and then wiped his hands on his pants. The grease felt gritty between his fingers and left black streaks on the cotton of his trousers. He wiped at an itch on his face with a clean spot on the sleeve of his flannel shirt.
He was pretty sure Carter would try to kill him if she knew he was messing with the generators, but she’d had so little time lately to look after them and they were going to need every last one soon. They always had a full house during the muzzleloader season.
He picked up his wrench from the hard packed snow and stood up. He’d been warm and nearly sweating when he first started working, but the frigid wind was getting into his layers of clothing now. His breath was white mist against the dark logs of the cabin. The sharp tang of wood smoke had settled permanently in his sinuses. The scent seemed to permeate everything from the trees to the sheets on their bed.
There was a sharp, distant “crack” in the air as a tree branch, overburdened by snow broke and fell to the ground. He glanced off toward the edge of forest just beyond the line of small cabins where a small, cleared trail spilled out onto the resort’s long private road. Bared branches clicked together quietly in the wind, and he took a moment to stand still and listen. He’d heard the occasional high-pitched whine of a snowmobile out in the labyrinth of trails over the morning, but nothing since noon. The heavy drifts of snow muffled natural sound. The wind came through the wooded bluffs with an eerie hollow whine.
He shivered a bit, and felt a feather-light drop of wet on his forehead. They were supposed to get a storm later this afternoon.
His stomach grumbled lightly, and he picked up his toolbox and cast the broken generator one more baleful glance. He was pretty sure it wouldn’t work if he tried it, despite his tinkering.
Eh, it was time for a late lunch anyway.
He trudged back along the narrow snow-cleared path that he and Daniel had made a few days ago. Nearly all of the cabins were empty now, except one couple doing the honeymoon thing in #12, and the one that John Redhawk had given him, Daniel and Sam in exchange for looking after the place during the winter.
During the summer months, the small, rustic resort was filled to the brim with fishermen, families on vacation, and hikers. During the winter, it was largely vacant except for the various hunting seasons and die-hard snowmobile owners who wanted to get out on the remote trails.
And since Jack didn’t have much business at the harbor during winter, this was as good a trade as any. A nice place to live, if a little simplistic. Sam had plenty of work at the Marina even though many of the smaller boats were in dry dock or simply sitting idle now. The prop shop took in work on snowmobiles and snow blowers. With winter barely settled in, she was swamped. With Daniel’s work at the diner, they were keeping themselves well stocked with necessities and saving some to boot.
He walked past their small shed that doubled as a summer garage and hesitated outside of the back door to stomp his feet and dislodge the wet snow from his boots. Last time he’d tracked snow into the cabin, Daniel had stepped in the melted puddle and gotten his socks wet. Consequently there’d been “snippiness” for the rest of the day. God forbid.
He yanked his boots off in the small mudroom, dumping them on the rubber mat. His gloves and hat went into the old milk crate on the floor. He rubbed his hands together, trying to warm his fingers before throwing a log into the stove. The heat made his skin itch.
He made himself a quick ham and cheese sandwich and ate it in the kitchenette, leaning against the warped wooden counters. The small cabin wasn’t much, but it was in better condition than most of them. And the plumbing was new.
The living room was only big enough for one sofa and one overstuffed armchair that Jack considered all his. The TV was small and they couldn’t get cable out this far. Most people had satellite, but the cost would have been a waste since Jack was the only one of them who watched anything regularly. Instead, he went down to Spooner’s, the local bar, for the big hockey games and listened to the rest on the radio.
The bookshelves were stuffed full, and Daniel had hijacked half of the small dinner table for more stacks of books. A few of Sam’s were mixed in, but the vast majority of books in the cabin were Daniel’s. The computer chips and metal valves, plastic doohickeys and rolls of wiring were Sam’s.
Jack looked around absently for something of his.
He kept all his fishing tackle either on the boat or in the storage shed. He owned very few books. He was a man of simple pleasures. Mostly.
The set of The Simpsons video tapes was his. There, stacked neatly on the bookshelf and buried behind more of Daniel’s never-ending book pile. And when Sam fixed his old VCR finally, oh, there would be much joy in his life.
Jack heard a car door being slammed outside. He glanced up as someone stomped their boots outside the front door, and then Daniel walked in, carrying a stack of yet more ragged books.
“What are you doing here?” Jack stared at him.
Daniel glanced at him as he leaned into the wall and tried to slide his boots off using only his feet. “I live here. Getting senile already?”
Jack shot him a sardonic look. “I thought you were going to spend the afternoon at the library.”
“I was. Some kind of book report must be due in school. All the computers were being used by teenagers.”
“Ahh.” Jack frowned. Daniel worked in the mornings. He rode in with Sam and brought her lunch after his shift. In the afternoons, he either went to the library to use their computers or he sat and read at the prop shop while Sam worked.
“John gave me a ride,” Daniel explained, stepping carefully around his discarded boots and making a beeline for the table. “I stopped and told Sam, don’t worry.” He tried to set the stack down on the table, and Jack jumped forward to block the way.
“Ah!” He snapped abruptly, glaring at the archeologist’s confused expression. “You’ve already hijacked enough of this table. Find another place.”
Daniel sighed crossly, but he dutifully turned on his heel and looked the room over. He finally set the stack on the floor next to the bookshelf and then shook his arms out, wincing at the loss of weight.
Jack folded his arms across his chest. “I find it hard to believe that book reports are even possible in this town considering you seem to have all the library books checked out and sitting in this room.”
Now it was Daniel’s turn to sport the sardonic expression. He pushed his glasses up further onto his nose and shrugged. “Esther says that since I check out the books that aren’t very popular, I can keep them as long as I need to. If someone asks for one of them, she’ll call and I’ll take it back.”
Jack studied him. “You live an exciting life, Jackson.”
Daniel smiled wryly and met his gaze. “Well, I may not be defending earth against aliens yet, but… “ He trailed off, casting Jack a meaningful glance as he brushed by him.
Jack smiled faintly and tried to put his hands under Daniel’s coat, but Daniel was already backing away and heading into the kitchenette, where he pulled the coat off and slung it haphazardly on one of the counters.
Jack watched him go. There were definite possibilities to Daniel’s being home early after all. All of them involved high levels of nudity and sweating.
Daniel poured himself a glass of grape Kool-Aid and leaned against the counter, sipping. He looked at Jack from behind strands of brown hair that fell across his eyes and got hung up on his glasses. He was wearing a brown sweater and a blue plaid shirt underneath it, and Jack could see the outlines of several pens through the sweater, stuffed in the pocket of the plaid.
It amused Jack that Daniel seemed to live in his own little world, where he was apparently the cutting edge of fashion and the rest of the world lagged behind him. Jack had been in enough department stores in the area to know that it took effort to dress the way Daniel did. You didn’t just find clothes like that anywhere. He had specific tastes and was oblivious to style. In Daniel’s mind, he was living in the groove.
“I’ll build you another bookshelf if you cut your hair.” Jack offered.
Daniel’s glance slid past him to the last bookcase Jack had built. While technically it did the job, the shelves tilted slightly downward on the right. “You wouldn’t be the one wielding the scissors, would you? Because it’s really nice and even right now.” He reached up and touched his hair protectively.
Jack shook his head. “Funny,” he exclaimed sarcastically.
Daniel smirked and turned to rinse his glass out. Jack moved in, stepping up behind him and crowding him against the counter. He nosed aside Daniel’s hair and pressed his mouth to the other man’s nape. He smelled of the diner’s apple pie and Sam’s soap and the cold winter wind.
“I’ll have Sam help me. It’ll be so mathematically perfect that they’ll want to put it in the Smithsonian.”
Daniel snorted softly, but he clutched at the counter as Jack started sucking slowly at the skin on the back of his neck.
“Besides,” Daniel said, a little roughly. “Sam likes my hair like this. She says you’re just trying to make me more military.”
Jack grimaced. Damn that woman! For someone who had been so ineffectual over the whole of her adult life, Sam was gaining confidence with leaps and bounds. Jack had tried to recruit her into helping with Project: Cut Daniel’s Geeky Hair, but she’d had none of it. And in fact, when Jack had called the hair “girlie” at one point, she’d gone one step further and warned Jack that if he ‘ruined’ Daniel, she’d kill him in his sleep and bury him in the woods. It wasn’t normally in her character to make death threats, so Jack had been suitably startled and rather amused. Enough to decide he liked that side of her.
She’d really missed her calling, Sam had. Woman should have been a soldier. Daniel may not have realized his own geekiness, but Sam did it deliberately. When he’d first met her, she’d seemed out of place in her own body, in her own mind. She struggled between not wanting any extra attention and wanting to shout herself to the world. She’d been doing much more of the latter lately.
Jack backed off slightly and pulled on Daniel’s shoulder to turn him around. Then he backed Daniel right up against the counter again, laying his palms down flat on the wooden surface on either side of the man. Daniel fidgeted, his gaze meeting Jack’s and then darting lower to his throat and the open ‘V’ of his flannel shirt. Jack leaned in a little further, until his lips were perilously close to Daniel’s, but deliberately not touching.
“Jack…” Daniel’s voice was quite soft and restrained. “Sam will be home in a while. I think Del’s letting her off early because of the storm.”
Jack was impatient. “That’s still hours away.” He said the words against Daniel’s lips, and felt the sudden pressure of Daniel’s hands coming to rest on his hips.
“I was going to do some more translations this afternoon. I’ve almost gotten through a particularly difficult passage. It might end up being just what we need…”
Jack stiffened and pulled his mouth away. Those goddamned translations again. When was Daniel going to give up on that stargate idea? In truth, Jack knew that Sam hadn’t given up either, but she at least seemed happy with the way things were now. He didn’t think it’d take much convincing to get her to let it go.
But Daniel. Damn it.
He felt the other man slipping out of his arms.
“Daniel…” Jack hesitated, not wanting to start that old argument again.
Daniel turned and gave him a faint smile, eyes narrowed teasingly. “You can wait a few more hours, Jack.”
That hadn’t been what Jack was thinking, but he didn’t correct Daniel. “No, I can’t,” he insisted, watching Daniel pull out a battered leather-bound journal and a file of confidential photocopies from the SGC. Jack had warned Daniel and Sam to never ever tell him how they’d gotten that file. He just didn’t want to know.
Daniel spared him a long-suffering glance and shook his head as he sat down at the table and flipped the file open. Jack took a moment to find that look irritating and ironic since it was Daniel who had the biggest sex drive of the three of them. There’d been more than one night when Jack and Sam had been content to collapse together in a sleepy tangle and snore the night away, only to have Daniel try and tease them into another round. Of course, Daniel had youth, mostly, on his side and was probably making up for lost time.
For the most part, this whole thing worked like a dream, but there were times…
He watched Daniel work for a while, head bent low over the documents, his lips moving soundlessly sometimes. The too-long hair hung down over his glasses.
Jack sighed and wondered for the thousandth time what Daniel thought he was going to find in that other world. The other Daniel on the tape had told of dead parents, which had happened the same in this world, and a dead wife named Sha’re, who Daniel had never met here. Why would he want to set things back to the way they were? Why would he want that pain again? Why… when he had Sam and Jack now?
Jack had resisted the urge to ‘lose’ that file of stolen secrets more than once. Mostly because he knew, if Daniel found out who was responsible, they’d lose him anyway. Or… more likely, Daniel would leave and he’d take Sam with him. Jack couldn’t imagine the two of them not being together. He knew they cared deeply for him, but he didn’t want to test it. He didn’t think it would end well for him.
So, no ‘losing’ the file. But… distraction, yes. Distraction was completely fair and frequently successful as well.
He grabbed Daniel’s coat from the kitchen counter and walked it into the mudroom. He hung it up and walked back to the kitchen, standing behind Daniel’s chair and looking over his shoulder.
Daniel didn’t notice right away, so Jack rested his hands on the back of the chair, tucking his fingers between the chair and Daniel’s back. Daniel glanced up at him.
“I wish there was some way to get that tablet instead of using a picture like this. There are so many other things that can affect a translation. Even the condition and type of the stone is important.”
“You had it in your hands, Daniel.”
“That’s not enough. I need it here with me.”
“That’s not going to happen.” Jack felt hopeful.
“I know.” Daniel sighed and stared back down at the file photo. “I’ll have to make do.”
Jack slid a finger up along Daniel’s neck. “Make do tomorrow. The snow will probably keep the diner from opening anyway. You’ll have all day.”
Daniel snorted. “You mean all day after we shovel snow for several hours and then sweep it clear from all the cabin rooftops?”
“Yeah.” Jack slid the finger under his collar, felt the hard ledge of his collarbone. “You’ll be too tired to do anything except… translate.”
Daniel leaned back in the chair and tilted his head back to look up at him. “You’re being very attentive.” He looked suspicious. “Is this what you think about when you’re home alone everyday?”
Jack couldn’t resist the taut expanse of corded neck, and he slid his fingers gently around Daniel’s throat. “Yes, Daniel. I’m a perverted old man.”
“Well, old anyway.” Daniel looked pleased with himself. He often thought himself hilarious. Jack thought he needed work on his delivery.
Instead of answering, Jack bent down and slanted his mouth over Daniel’s, sliding his hand to the side of Daniel’s neck, holding his head firmly.
Daniel returned the kiss with concentration, tongue darting quickly into Jack’s mouth, his lips pushing back when Jack pushed forward.
“You taste like grape.” Jack muttered gruffly, dragging his mouth over Daniel’s stubble-roughened jaw. Daniel had a very respectable five o’clock shadow that usually appeared by noon.
Daniel licked his lips. “You taste like… ham.” He looked confused at his own discovery.
“Late lunch.” Jack explained, his fingers grabbing a handful of Daniel’s sweater and pulling him out of the chair and to his feet. Daniel tried to lag at first.
“I really need to work, Jack…”
“Oh, you’ll work. Just not on… that.” Jack motioned at the papers and books. He hadn’t let go of Daniel’s sweater yet.
The archeologist was still looking like he wanted to balk, so Jack pulled him further away from the table and then up against him. He fused their mouths together and jammed his tongue against Daniel’s. Warm and wet. Jack loved that combination. Daniel let out a terse moan, and Jack knew he had him. He pushed the brown sweater up and over Daniel’s head, breaking their kiss momentarily. He worked on the buttons of the plaid shirt next as Daniel’s hands rose to his shoulders.
In minutes, he was backing a shirtless Daniel toward the bedroom, Daniel’s hand wrapped firmly around Jack’s head, holding Jack’s mouth tight against his own. Jack grunted as he stumbled a bit in his attempt to keep up with Daniel and his enthusiasm for the deep kissing.
They walked into the bedroom and straight across the floor to the opposite wall as Jack tugged at the buttons of his own flannel shirt, shaking it from his shoulders and arms and letting it drop to the floor. Daniel’s hands were sliding over his skin then, a scientist’s hands turned rough and calloused from the handles of shovels and rakes, arms thick and solid from wielding the ropes on the boat.
Jack leaned into him, already feeling the mist of sweat on his skin, the adamant erections between them. The air was cool against his back; the warmth of the wood burner took a while to reach the bedroom. He allowed himself a few moments to miss Sam and the feel of her hot against his back, fingers dragging up his thighs; soft, amazingly smooth skin sliding against his. He’d adjusted to this… relationship so much faster than he ever thought he would.
Daniel was tugging at the buttons on Jack’s jeans now, hand sliding down inside and rubbing hard against the long line of Jack’s cock, his mouth moving to Jack’s throat. Jack eased them backwards until the backs of his knees hit the bed. He pivoted and pushed Daniel onto his back in moments, drawing away to pull Daniel’s jeans from his legs and toss them on the floor.
“Jack, you’ve got grease all over your pants.” Daniel was pointing to Jack’s jeans, and Jack glanced down to where he’d wiped his greasy hands after messing with the generator.
“So what.” He crawled over the top of Daniel, his mouth going right to the lightly haired, golden patch right above the dorky plaid boxers. (What was with the plaid anyway?) Daniel sucked his breath in.
“So, don’t get it on the sheets.”
Jack drew his tongue along the waistband of Daniel’s shorts. “It?” He asked absently, peeling the waistband down slightly and sucking sharply at the skin there.
Daniel made an inarticulate sound and buried his fingers in Jack’s hair. “The grease,” he gasped. “Sam’ll be pissed.”
“She’ll forgive me,” Jack muttered, fingers tucking inside the waistband and pulling down. Then he was drawing his tongue along Daniel’s dick, and the coherent talking became mumbling and panting. There was marvelously little foreplay between he and Daniel when they were alone.
Neither of them had much, if any, experience with other men. This was one thing they’d both managed to learn very quickly. Sucking dick wasn’t hard when you knew what you wanted yourself. Learning all that other stuff? Eh, not so easy. Anal sex had never been high on Jack’s list of favorite sexual deeds. Still, Daniel had been willing to try…
“The blind leading the blind!” Sam had stated one night while he and Daniel had made an attempt to figure things out. It had been mostly fumbling and swearing with the occasional moan until Sam had snorted with laughter and kissed them both, asking if they wanted her to read aloud from a sex manual in the same way Daniel had read the boat repair manual to her in the prop shop.
Like Daniel, she was often under the mistaken impression that she was utterly hilarious.
Jack had been frustrated and horny and impatient by then though. “Hey!” He’d snapped at her. “Unless you have a prostate and a dick, you have no idea how this goes either!” Sam had been unconcerned at his outburst, but unfortunately had made a rather comical glance down between her own legs to check for the proper equipment, which had then caused Daniel to start snorting with laughter as well, and Jack had realized it was going to be a very slow process.
But the first time he’d made Daniel really moan; a chest deep, hair-raising, make-your-mouth-run-dry moan… it had all been worth it. Jack himself was a little hesitant about trying the receiving end of things. Small steps, he’d insisted. Daniel never pressed. Sam told them she thought they were beautiful together. Jack found that embarrassing. He thought her and Daniel were far more beautiful than he could ever be.
Daniel was growing a little twitchy now, hips arching up against Jack’s mouth, fingers coming dangerously close to grabbing Jack’s head. Jack was insistent on taking his time, and it drove Daniel quickly and completely nuts. Which is the entire reason Jack did it, of course. He slid one arm under Daniel’s lower back, holding him still. “Relax,” he ordered softly, then he ran his tongue right over the flat, sensitive part of Daniel’s cockhead. Daniel groaned.
Jack’s own dick gave a strong twitch at the sound. He loved being the cause of that sound. He loved creating it in both Sam and Daniel.
He slid his hand down the shaft of Daniel’s dick and pulled gently at his balls.
“Jack…” Daniel’s voice was low and breathless. It was his warning tone. Jack pulled his mouth off Daniel’s cock and grabbed him firmly with one hand. He felt like watching today. He brought Daniel off with a few strong strokes, watching the way Daniel’s fingers clenched in the bedspread and his lips parted over gritted teeth. The short, sharp groans echoed in the small room as Daniel came.
It caused a full, heated throb in Jack’s already hard cock, and he exhaled hard at how good it felt.. He remained holding onto Daniel’s hips with one arm, the other hand coaxing the last weak jets from Daniel’s cock, fingers growing slick. He watched as Daniel sank back into the mattress, panting. A pale rivulet ran fluidly over Daniel’s hip and then downward, heading for the sheets. Jack caught it with two fingers, smearing it back up onto the smooth skin of Daniel’s belly. Daniel used one arm to grab for a Kleenex on the bedside table and did a primitive mop-up job before handing Jack one as well.
Jack had to resist the urge to gleefully throw himself down on his back on the bed and exclaim, “My turn!” Instead, he eased down on the bed beside Daniel, using the heel of his hand to press his aching dick, still inside of his jeans, into a more comfortable position.
“Fuck…” Daniel sighed, eyes closed as he caught his breath. Jack raised a brow. Daniel had always had a belligerent streak inside of him. Still, he didn’t swear as much as Jack or Sam did. It was a source of amusement for both he and Sam. Especially Sam, who practically made a game of Trying To Get Daniel To Swear. What she hadn’t apparently realized was that Daniel had figured it out long ago and had quickly learned that pretending to let a swear word slip out earned him one of Sam’s delighted grins followed by a rather hot kiss with plenty of tongue.
She used to make the same game out of it with Jack, but Jack had let on that he knew what she was doing and ruined it all when he started spewing coarse language like a drunken sailor and basically shot his entire load in one day. Daniel played better with others.
There was a soft snore beside him, and Jack glanced over. Daniel’s chest was slowly rising and falling, his eyes closed, lips parted.
“Daniel?”
He got another soft snore in answer.
“Damn it!” Jack prodded him in the ribs with one finger. Daniel stirred and then settled back down, head relaxing to the side.
Jack sighed and felt his hard-on giving up. Well that just figured, didn’t it? He could probably wake the other man up and demand his fair due, but that seemed a little bastard-ish, even to Jack. Besides, the guy stayed up late doing his translations and then got up early to ride into work with Sam.
If only he’d give up on those damn translations.
Jack wasn’t sure why it bothered him so much except it seemed a losing proposition any way you looked at it. Sam was on the fence with all of it. He knew she still thought that the right thing to do was figure out the stargate and fix the timeline, but she was torn between wanting to do the right thing and wanting to stay right here with him and Daniel. He thought that he and Daniel were winning with her. But then, the other Sam in the video hadn’t mentioned a husband or kids or anything very mysterious other than her mother dying when Sam was young. In this reality, it had been her father. He knew she wondered about that sometimes.
With Daniel, it was different. He had a wife he had never met. She hadn’t been with him long. The other Daniel said she was dead. This Daniel never had that sadness, and Jack had a hard time understanding why Daniel wanted that back so badly. If he had the chance to get rid of the pain over Charlie…
Would he do it? Trade Charlie’s memory to be free of the pain? Sometimes, he just wasn’t sure…
He must have dozed for a while. When he opened his eyes again, the room was darker and he could hear the soft, staccato sound of hard snow hitting the window above the bed. The storm must have arrived.
“Dear god, it’s starting 3 hours before they said it would. We’ll be shoveling forever tomorrow morning.” Daniel groaned beside him. Jack turned to look at him.
“If we go out every few hours before it gets too deep, we can use the snow blower. I went and got gas yesterday.”
Daniel’s eyes met his in the dim light of the room. “I thought you broke that last week when you ran over that stump?”
Jack scowled. “It wasn’t a stump, it was a stick. And Sam fixed it.” He didn’t add that he’d had to bribe her with the promise that he’d help her find a 2001 Indian Scout. She’d seen a picture of the motorcycle in a magazine at the prop shop and fallen in love immediately. It spoke to how much he wanted that snow blower fixed since he didn’t particularly want her to get that bike. He kept imagining her in a bloody crash, lying torn and dead on the highway. She was set on it though, and had even brought home a worn leather bike jacket a few months ago. She’d bought it off John Redhawk’s wife, and it was all silver rings and black menace. Jack had to admit, she looked hot in it. Daniel had been so taken, he’d bird-dogged her for a week, practically plastering himself to her at night until Jack had told her to just leave it on and fuck Daniel so the nonsense would stop. That had earned him two nights on the sofa alone. Fuck.
Still, between Sam’s death wishes with the bike and Daniel’s single-minded pursuit of the stargate… they were going to be the death of him yet. Or they’d break his heart. He wasn’t sure which would be worse.
“Hear that?” Daniel laid a hand lightly on Jack’s arm. Jack stilled and listened. Through the creak of the house and the whistle of the wind, he heard a faint high-pitched whine. He relaxed again.
“Sam’s home!” Daniel grinned and suddenly shot up from the bed, clambering over Jack awkwardly.
“Daniel!” Jack tucked instinctively to protect his softer bits and shot him a glare.
“Sorry! Sorry.” Daniel touched Jack’s thigh briefly with a sheepish smile, but then hit the floor naked and scrambled for his jeans. Jack watched him struggle into them.
“You’re never this excited to see me when I get home,” he protested.
Daniel smirked at him and pulled a T-shirt over his head. “That’s because you’re always grumpy and you smell like fish.” He stumbled out the doorway as the whine grew into the sound of an engine outside the cabin.
“Not all the time!” Jack called after him. He flipped onto his belly and pulled the curtain aside to the window above the bed. He peered out just in time to see Sam jump the sled over a small, compact drift of snow at the edge of the driveway. He held his breath as the sled went airborne, Sam crouched low on the seat, dark behind the Arctic Cat’s small headlights. It didn’t go very high, its weight too great, but Jack gritted his teeth anyway. She knew he hated it when she did that.
She landed the jump perfectly and ran the sled up to the lean-to and inside, where it would be out of the storm.
“Damn it, Sam,” Jack muttered and propelled himself off the bed. His jeans slipped down his hips a bit, and he refastened them, feeling a bit, well, grumpy, when he remembered that Daniel had fallen asleep on him and he’d had a perfectly good hard-on go to waste.
He hit the bathroom first, knowing Sam had to remove the sled’s battery and hook it up to the charger they kept in the shed. Without it, neither the sled nor the truck would start half the time during the winter.
As he came out again, still shirtless, he heard the back door open and the telltale sounds of Sam unzipping her coat and taking it off. Then there was a big scuffle and a muffled shriek along with Daniel’s deep laughter.
Jack shook his head.
Daniel had an odd fetish with wrestling lately. It tended to be mostly directed toward Sam ever since he’d surprised Jack in the yard one day and found himself face down in the snow, Jack’s knee in his back and his arm twisted back behind him. Jack didn’t take surprises well.
Sam, on the other hand…
He heard her voice, tense with amused stress.
“Oof, Daniel… you have to stop eating so many of Jack’s pancakes in the morning. Jesus, eat some fruit once in a while.”
Jack glanced at the two of them briefly while walking past them to close the door. Technically, Sam should win the match even though Daniel outweighed her by a good 50 pounds now. He’d been teaching her basic hand-to-hand combat over the past few months and she was a quick student. She was eager to soak up anything he wanted to teach her.
Anything.
Whether it was showing her how to hamstring a man with a penknife or exactly where he liked her to put her fingertips during a hand job, she was eager and intent on mastering the skill.
Daniel on the other hand, saw no reason to learn any of it and much preferred to read instead. He learned a few of the more basic moves when Jack held the stargate mission over his head. “We don’t know what’s out there, Daniel. What’re you going to do? Hit them with a big book?”
But, he eventually lost interest in the lessons after a point and they’d find him later, curled up with a book from his never-ending stack. He just found reading really, really… fascinating.
As Jack was hanging Sam’s discarded coat on a hangar, the shuffling from the living room floor stopped and was followed by a long, poignant silence. He glanced toward the entryway but couldn’t see anything.
The silence was broken by the soft sound of wet lips, and then Daniel let out a quiet groan that made Jack’s cock stand up and practically break through the fly of his jeans.
He set his jaw and stepped to the doorway.
Sam was flat on her back on the floor, Daniel hunched over her, straddling her on his knees. His mouth was on hers and his hands were in her hair. Sam’s hands were buried somewhere between them, apparently doing things, although Jack couldn’t see what.
Daniel’s T-shirt had ridden up, revealing an expanse of pale, muscled lower back that made Jack want to lick along the stuttered path of his spine from waist to shoulder blades.
One of Sam’s hands slid around to Daniel’s back and pushed the shirt up further, fingers dragging up the furrow of his spine. “Miss me?”
“You smell like gasoline.” Daniel muttered, shoving his nose into her neck.
Jack snorted. “Is that better than smelling like fish?” He asked.
“Yes,” Daniel retorted, sliding to Sam’s side on the floor so they could both look up at him.
“Del showed me how to use a torch to cut out a gas tank today!” Sam exclaimed. Daniel rolled his eyes, not finding it nearly so interesting.
Jack met Sam’s eyes and walked deliberately toward her. Her smile faded a bit and she looked at him uneasily. He carefully lowered himself to his knees and straddled her. He caught her hands, pinning them to the floor so she couldn’t use them to distract him.
“Sam…” His voice was deceptively calm and logical.
Guilt stole into her blue eyes. She grimaced. “Sorry.” She was trying to head him off, but he ignored it.
“Jump that sled again and I’ll give it away, I promise you.”
She fidgeted unhappily. “I know how to drive, Jack.”
“And it’s my sled. If you kill yourself on it, I’m going to be very pissed off. Got it?”
She stared at him a moment, and he didn’t look away. She brought her head up to kiss him quickly and then relaxed beneath him. “Yes.”
“Good. You’re driving me nuts with all this daredevil shit, you know.” He softened his grip on her hands and leaned down to return the kiss. When he nosed into her neck, he grunted. The skin that must have been exposed below her helmet and above her collar was red and icy cold. He pressed his mouth to a small freezing portion of it. “Where the hell’s your scarf?”
“I don’t like to wear it. I mean, what if something happens? What if it comes undone while I’m riding and then catches on a tree branch or something?”
Jack pulled back and stared at her. “What?”
Daniel gave a sharp laugh from beside them and shook his head. “And you think I’m weird!” He glanced at Jack.
Jack shook his head. “You’re both nuts. I knew it from the beginning. Nothing but trouble.”
Sam ran her hands up his thighs, her thumbs perilously close to his fly. “You can always get rid of us,” she suggested in a tone that indicated she knew he’d do nothing of the sort.
He leaned down over her again as her fingers slid upwards and over his bare skin. “I just might,” he muttered as her fingers found his nape and massaged light circles there, making him shiver slightly. The hard-on perked up a bit. “I think you need to get warm,” he stated.
Sam grinned as he backed off of her and pulled her to her feet. “I figured with Daniel’s half day off, I’d be out of luck today.” She eyed both of them, glancing meaningfully at Jack’s lack of a shirt and Daniel’s hastily thrown-on clothing. Daniel reddened a bit, but Jack just smiled and slid his arms around her waist.
“Not at all.” He pushed her backwards. “But we have to get rid of the gasoline.”
“Shower.” Daniel grinned. He headed toward the small bathroom.
Jack was already pulling the zipper down on Sam’s work overalls as he walked her into the bathroom behind Daniel, who turned the water on and then began pulling his clothes off. Christ, those 13 years or so between them made a big difference when it came down to endurance. Jack would have been done for the night after a blowjob in the afternoon. Well… most of the time.
Jack shoved the top of Sam’s overalls over her shoulders, letting them fall downwards. She had a white T-shirt on beneath them, grease smudges decorating the collar. He pushed his hands beneath it, palms sliding over the smooth curve of her waist, and dropped his head to suck at the juncture between neck and shoulder. She inhaled sharply and her hands grabbed at his shoulders.
Underneath the gasoline smell was the scent of Sam. The real scent. The one that stayed on her pillow after she’d left for work in the morning. The one he could sense on Daniel when the two of them slept curled together for warmth. The one that made his dick hard as rock, and his heart beat faster.
He stepped back to unfasten his jeans and tug them from his legs, watching as Daniel made short work of Sam’s T-shirt while treating her to the same deep, wet kissing that Jack had gotten earlier. He could see their tongues slipping together.
In the shower, Jack, once again, took his time. The hot water felt great, and he got the spray and the soap all to himself while Sam and Daniel made out against the wall. She was holding his head, keeping his mouth on hers, while Daniel’s hand slid smoothly between her legs. Jack could hear both of them breathing hard.
He smoothed his wet hair back over his head and wiped the water from his eyes before stepping toward them. Daniel made room for him, bringing one hand up to grab Jack’s nape and pull him in for a deep, open-mouthed kiss. When it ended, Jack did the same thing to Sam. She pulled him closer against her and she was sleek and slippery and very serious, and it ratcheted his need up a notch. She moaned in his ear when he caught a nipple in his mouth. When he found her clit with the tip of his middle finger, she bit her lip and closed her eyes. He felt Daniel behind him, pressing against them, his hand slipping over Jack’s hip and finding his cock. His palm slid against it, the wet, loose friction enough to tease but not get serious.
When he hoisted Carter up against the wall and pushed his cock inside of her, she made that sound. The one that she insisted was NOT a whimper but really was. The one that he and Daniel had marveled over one night. At how whenever she made a sound even close to that whimper, no matter how innocent, it always made both of them half hard.
Jack groaned and buried his face in her neck, his hips rocking back and forth into her. He felt Daniel kiss her over his shoulder, felt Daniel’s hands over his back, sliding downwards. Nearly six months now and Jack was still reluctant to be the one who was fucked, but fingers? Yeah, fingers were just fine. Fingers were… good.
Daniel’s fingers pushed inside him, retreated and pushed again. God! Jack rocked back and forth between them. Away from Daniel and into Sam. Away from Sam and back against Daniel. Daniel’s fingers followed him. It was too much. Jack shut his mind down and just felt them and the motion and the burning need to come hard. He quickly found himself at the brink after the earlier exertions with Daniel.
“C’mon Jack.” Sam’s voice was soft against his ear, encouraging him. He loved it when she did that, felt an extra thrill at the words. She hugged him tighter with both legs and arms. Daniel moved in, fingers and weight helping to push Jack deeper.
He broke. His breath exploded from his lungs and he groaned helplessly as he came, his body thrumming, legs flexing.
It took all of his concentration to hold Sam up and not just drop them both to the floor of the shower. He pressed her hard to the wall trying to catch his breath, thankful for the narrow tub, where he could brace his feet and not slip in the water running down the drain. She hung onto his shoulders and eased herself down. He kissed her again; hands sliding down her water-slick back. She smiled at him, and he kissed her forehead before turning to do the same to Daniel.
“You’ve got about 4 minutes of hot water left,” he warned before slipping out of the shower and leaving them alone. He didn’t usually get off that quickly. He liked to be the one still standing at the end, but once in a while things didn’t work out that way. Daniel tended to take his time with Sam in the same way Jack took his time with Daniel, and sometimes they’d get caught up in a slow ascent that had Jack impatiently wanting to get off and get back to work. A Daniel on his second round was an odds-on favorite tonight.
Jack dried himself and combed his hair in the steam-covered mirror, listening to the sounds coming from the shower. They fumbled out a few minutes later smelling of soap, so they’d managed to get themselves clean at least. He passed towels to both of them, and they dried quickly then were right back in each other’s arms again. Jack watched them absently. They were both lean and pale, their summer tans just starting to fade away. Wet hair almost exactly the same length tucked behind their ears and lay against damp skin. He watched them kiss then stumble toward the bedroom.
He walked through a few minutes later to grab an old pair of worn BDU’s and a flannel shirt. They were entwined on the bed, Daniel slowly rocking against her, her legs wrapped around his hips. He could hear them murmuring to each other although he couldn’t hear the words. It felt warm and comfortable. It made him feel a little aroused again.
He could join them if he wanted to. They’d pull apart and make room for him, hands soothing and mouths warm and wet on his. And despite the fact that he’d just come intensely only 15 minutes ago, they’d coax another one out of him.
He let them be, padding out across the living room to the kitchen to warm up some leftover beef stew for their dinner. After dinner, he’d get the snow blower out and try to get a head start on the blizzard and drifting snow. He’d come back in to find Daniel either reading or working intently on the translations, and Sam would be dozing, off and on, in front of the TV until he turned it off and dragged her into bed with him. Tomorrow they’d wake up to the wind and muffled, eerie silence of a buried world. He’d think about getting up early to get started on shoveling, and yet somehow he wouldn’t move until Sam and Daniel woke up beside him and then it’d be too late. There’d be sleepy kisses and exploring hands and then rough groans and whispered swearing.
From the bedroom, he heard Sam cry out and then Daniel’s muted groan. He grinned. It had been a good night.
He hadn’t been this happy in years. Sometimes it felt like all of it existed on a tenuous thread, in danger of snapping at the slightest touch. He wasn’t at all sure how it had all come about. If they’d seduced him or if he’d been the one to seduce them. He had no idea what he’d say to Kawalski the next time Charlie got leave and showed up at the Marina ready for a week of fishing. Was there really a way to explain all of this so he’d understand? Jack didn’t think so. He couldn’t even explain it properly to himself.
He got the pot of cold beef stew out of the refrigerator and set it on the stove. Out of the kitchen window, he could see the snow swirling and coming down almost horizontally in the wind. Several inches lay on the ground already. It was definitely going to be a bad one. Honestly? He didn’t care if they were snowed in for the next week. It might be nice. He’d hide that damn stargate file and Sam would stay home from work. Yeah. He smiled.
He heard Sam’s voice from the bedroom. “Who the hell got grease on the sheets?”
He winced and waited. There was a distinct mumbling that was probably Daniel totally giving him up.
“Jack!”
Crap.
TBC…