Refraction (Sam/Daniel) ADULT
This is for everyone who encourages me in my delusions. See what you get?
Season 9 Sam/Daniel smut. Unbeta-read y'all, so you know who to blame.
Refraction (Seriously. It's just smut. Nothing else.)
By Jennghis Kahn
Rating- ADULT
Warnings- Graphic het sex, spoilers for Off the Grid
Pairing- Sam/Daniel
Category- PWP
A/N- It’s Plot, What Plot? But yeah, there are little hints about things that might be happening between them. Only because I have this entire alternate show in my head where Sam and Daniel are sleeping together in season 9, and they know they shouldn’t be because there’s regulations and other people and their friendship is so valuable, but they can’t help it. Sometimes they just need each other and no one else will do…
Summary- Oh, you know… just a little shower action between Sam and Daniel post-Off the Grid.
**
“We have to stop doing this on base, Daniel.” Sam slid her hands over his water-slick shoulders. The warm spray from the shower pounded against the side of his chest, running in rivers down between them.
He pressed her closer against the wall. “It’s not like we do this all the time,” he replied, voice low, eyes hard. “I’d be glad to move it off base if you’d just return my phone calls at night.”
“You know I can’t do that,” she protested softly. She pushed her fingers into the wet hair at his temple, combing it back from his face. Water dripped steadily from his chin, and he blinked to clear it from his eyes. The moment of silence between them grew taut.
“Then this is the safest place,” Daniel insisted. Sam gasped a bit as his mouth sucked gently just under her jaw. “It’s late,” he grumbled against her skin. “There are no cameras, and I have an alibi.”
Sam bit her lip gingerly and curled her fingers into his back. “Alibi? You saw the doctor for 2 minutes and then you came here. It would be ridiculously easy to discount.”
His hands slid down to her bare hips, and his thumbs found the rounded points of her hipbones and circled there. He lifted his mouth from her neck. “No one’s going to spend the hour before debriefing looking for me, Sam. Or for you. This is the safest place.”
It probably was. The women’s shower room, finally added to the SGC when the Brass realized women weren’t just going to go away, was small and secluded and very deserted at night. Of course they were still taking an outrageous chance. If they’d wanted to be safe, taking it off base would have been the smarter move. Or… not starting this thing at all.
But she didn’t want to think about that, and Daniel was just as adept at avoiding that glaring thread of logic.
She drew his head up and pressed her mouth to his. He had a three-day-old beard, and his mouth tasted like sugar and coffee. He must have slammed a cup between the infirmary and here. The shower was a steady hiss in her ear, and she was glad they’d turned the temperature down. Daniel was radiating heat, and the contrast between him and the cool tile behind her back was a little shocking.
“Still hurt?” he asked, fingers coming up to briefly touch the bruises on her face.
She shrugged and traced the bruise on his chest she’d just found. “Not any more than any other time we’d had the crap beat out of us.”
He gave a sigh of agreement, and his mouth went back to work on her neck. He slid one arm behind her, palm against the wall, and then he pressed her back against it. She should stop this; she knew she should. His free hand slid down to her breast, and she actually opened her mouth to speak. We need to stop this, Daniel. We need to stop before we both drown. One way or another.
He rolled her nipple hard between his fingers, and then his head was sliding downward. Her words changed into a moan when his mouth took the place of his fingers. Ohh…
She massaged his nape while his tongue circled. His hand ran down her stomach, and he slid one finger slowly between her legs. It was just a tease.
“Daniel…” she protested, her voice not as strong as she wished it could be. The mission was long and tiring and painful at times. She wanted to feel better, not build more stress.
His head rose, and he kissed her solidly, moving in closer still. She felt the tip of his cock, hard and warm, against her hip. He slid another finger between her legs, and she instinctively widened her stance for him. He exhaled a little roughly against her ear, and rubbed her clit with the pads of his first two fingers. “Is this okay?” he asked quietly. “I don’t think my legs are up for standing-up wall-sex.”
“Uh huh.” She couldn’t articulate better than that as he hit her sweet spot and the pleasure suddenly flared inside, spiraling out.
He rubbed himself against her absently, his mouth finding that spot behind her ear and then the one beneath her jaw again. He groaned her name into her neck, drawing it out with low tones, and his fingers slid back against her and then curled up and eased inside of her. Her head thumped back against the tile. “God…”
He drew out again and focused in on her clit. Her legs trembled. He shortened his strokes, pressed hard and moved steadily. The heat suffused her, and she felt the orgasm coming like a rocket. Her mind zeroed in on how good it felt.
“Come on,” Daniel urged in her ear, voice breathless and a little excited. It was a big thing for him when she came. Maybe it made him feel powerful. Maybe it just turned him on. Sometimes he wasn’t so different from a typical guy.
She let him take her over the edge. The pleasure welled up and surged forward, and she came while trying to swallow a cry, eyes squeezed shut, hips pressing her into his hand. He was breathing hard, nose buried in her hair, mouth pressed to her temple. He moved his hand slowly, soothingly, until she relaxed back against the wall and grabbed his wrist, stopping him.
He leaned sideways and let the spray from the shower hit him in the face, and then he slid his arms around her and drew her into an embrace. She relaxed into it and ran her hands up and down his back, fingertips finding the hard, consecutive points of his vertebrae. He was hard and wet between them.
She moved them sideways until the shower was hitting him full on the shoulder, and the water was running in torrents down this chest and over their legs. She leaned back against the wall again, grabbing his hips to bring him with her. He went eagerly. He leaned over to kiss her, and the water hit the back of his neck and streamed down his back with enough running off his arms and his hair to keep her drenched as well.
She slid her tongue into his mouth, and let him kiss her as slowly as he liked. He wasn’t a violent kisser. He liked things deep and slow but with a hard, fast crescendo.
She slid her hand down his chest and into the sparse line of hair on his abdomen. He pulled his mouth from hers to take a deep breath and braced his hands against the wall on either side of her head. When she wrapped her fingers around his cock and tilted it upward, he made a soft noise and bent his head against hers. She palmed him at first; drawing his cock up against his belly and then sliding her palm down along the underside and back up again. He pressed forward against her, and she had to use her free hand to shove him back so she had room to maneuver.
She grasped him and squeezed, and he let out a long, slow breath. He leaned forward, letting his forearms take his weight against the wall, and left her a narrow space between their bodies. She grabbed his nape and brought him closer, pressing her mouth against the corded muscle in his neck.
“Have to hurry,” she murmured, licking at his skin.
“Not… a problem,” he replied with a strangled tone.
She pressed in on his erection with the heel of her hand, sliding down. His head slumped to her shoulder and he hummed against her skin. She squeezed his balls lightly, and he shifted a bit, his breath hard, warm water suddenly pouring over his shoulder and down onto her hand. She sucked at the droplets on his neck and his chest, and she circled his cock with her fingers and thumb and started a tight stroke, up and down.
The water kept him slick, and he groaned quietly, his hips moving with her hand. His body felt encompassing the way he had her caged in against the wall, but it was also soothing, and a part of her found it protective. If anyone walked in, it was entirely possible they wouldn’t see her at all. Just Daniel’s broad back and the shape of a woman beyond him.
She stroked faster and sucked hard at the place where his shoulder met his neck. He grunted and pressed the side of his head to hers, the wet tips of his hair tickling at her cheek. She felt the puff of his fast breaths against her shoulder. She moved her fingers up to massage his thick tip, and he gasped and shivered a bit.
“Now… now…” he exclaimed, voice tight.
She grasped him firmly at the tip and gave a few short strokes, and he was coming into the spray of the shower, one hard groan after another filling the small room.
She slid her free arm around his back, holding him to her as she slowed her movements on him. His groans gave way to hard panting, and he let his forehead drop to her shoulder, arms still braced heavily against the wall behind her.
She stroked his back.
“I’d like to see Mary Poppins do that,” she muttered grumpily.
Daniel let out a huff of laughter against her shoulder and pulled back, kissing her with a grin. “Maybe in some perverse alternate reality.”
“I’ll shove my Mary Poppins umbrella right up Mr. Shaft’s-“
Daniel silenced her with his mouth. “What Mitchell doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” He said against her lips.
She smiled in agreement. Maybe it was a little safer too. Who’d suspect Mary Poppins?
~end~
Season 9 Sam/Daniel smut. Unbeta-read y'all, so you know who to blame.
Refraction (Seriously. It's just smut. Nothing else.)
By Jennghis Kahn
Rating- ADULT
Warnings- Graphic het sex, spoilers for Off the Grid
Pairing- Sam/Daniel
Category- PWP
A/N- It’s Plot, What Plot? But yeah, there are little hints about things that might be happening between them. Only because I have this entire alternate show in my head where Sam and Daniel are sleeping together in season 9, and they know they shouldn’t be because there’s regulations and other people and their friendship is so valuable, but they can’t help it. Sometimes they just need each other and no one else will do…
Summary- Oh, you know… just a little shower action between Sam and Daniel post-Off the Grid.
**
“We have to stop doing this on base, Daniel.” Sam slid her hands over his water-slick shoulders. The warm spray from the shower pounded against the side of his chest, running in rivers down between them.
He pressed her closer against the wall. “It’s not like we do this all the time,” he replied, voice low, eyes hard. “I’d be glad to move it off base if you’d just return my phone calls at night.”
“You know I can’t do that,” she protested softly. She pushed her fingers into the wet hair at his temple, combing it back from his face. Water dripped steadily from his chin, and he blinked to clear it from his eyes. The moment of silence between them grew taut.
“Then this is the safest place,” Daniel insisted. Sam gasped a bit as his mouth sucked gently just under her jaw. “It’s late,” he grumbled against her skin. “There are no cameras, and I have an alibi.”
Sam bit her lip gingerly and curled her fingers into his back. “Alibi? You saw the doctor for 2 minutes and then you came here. It would be ridiculously easy to discount.”
His hands slid down to her bare hips, and his thumbs found the rounded points of her hipbones and circled there. He lifted his mouth from her neck. “No one’s going to spend the hour before debriefing looking for me, Sam. Or for you. This is the safest place.”
It probably was. The women’s shower room, finally added to the SGC when the Brass realized women weren’t just going to go away, was small and secluded and very deserted at night. Of course they were still taking an outrageous chance. If they’d wanted to be safe, taking it off base would have been the smarter move. Or… not starting this thing at all.
But she didn’t want to think about that, and Daniel was just as adept at avoiding that glaring thread of logic.
She drew his head up and pressed her mouth to his. He had a three-day-old beard, and his mouth tasted like sugar and coffee. He must have slammed a cup between the infirmary and here. The shower was a steady hiss in her ear, and she was glad they’d turned the temperature down. Daniel was radiating heat, and the contrast between him and the cool tile behind her back was a little shocking.
“Still hurt?” he asked, fingers coming up to briefly touch the bruises on her face.
She shrugged and traced the bruise on his chest she’d just found. “Not any more than any other time we’d had the crap beat out of us.”
He gave a sigh of agreement, and his mouth went back to work on her neck. He slid one arm behind her, palm against the wall, and then he pressed her back against it. She should stop this; she knew she should. His free hand slid down to her breast, and she actually opened her mouth to speak. We need to stop this, Daniel. We need to stop before we both drown. One way or another.
He rolled her nipple hard between his fingers, and then his head was sliding downward. Her words changed into a moan when his mouth took the place of his fingers. Ohh…
She massaged his nape while his tongue circled. His hand ran down her stomach, and he slid one finger slowly between her legs. It was just a tease.
“Daniel…” she protested, her voice not as strong as she wished it could be. The mission was long and tiring and painful at times. She wanted to feel better, not build more stress.
His head rose, and he kissed her solidly, moving in closer still. She felt the tip of his cock, hard and warm, against her hip. He slid another finger between her legs, and she instinctively widened her stance for him. He exhaled a little roughly against her ear, and rubbed her clit with the pads of his first two fingers. “Is this okay?” he asked quietly. “I don’t think my legs are up for standing-up wall-sex.”
“Uh huh.” She couldn’t articulate better than that as he hit her sweet spot and the pleasure suddenly flared inside, spiraling out.
He rubbed himself against her absently, his mouth finding that spot behind her ear and then the one beneath her jaw again. He groaned her name into her neck, drawing it out with low tones, and his fingers slid back against her and then curled up and eased inside of her. Her head thumped back against the tile. “God…”
He drew out again and focused in on her clit. Her legs trembled. He shortened his strokes, pressed hard and moved steadily. The heat suffused her, and she felt the orgasm coming like a rocket. Her mind zeroed in on how good it felt.
“Come on,” Daniel urged in her ear, voice breathless and a little excited. It was a big thing for him when she came. Maybe it made him feel powerful. Maybe it just turned him on. Sometimes he wasn’t so different from a typical guy.
She let him take her over the edge. The pleasure welled up and surged forward, and she came while trying to swallow a cry, eyes squeezed shut, hips pressing her into his hand. He was breathing hard, nose buried in her hair, mouth pressed to her temple. He moved his hand slowly, soothingly, until she relaxed back against the wall and grabbed his wrist, stopping him.
He leaned sideways and let the spray from the shower hit him in the face, and then he slid his arms around her and drew her into an embrace. She relaxed into it and ran her hands up and down his back, fingertips finding the hard, consecutive points of his vertebrae. He was hard and wet between them.
She moved them sideways until the shower was hitting him full on the shoulder, and the water was running in torrents down this chest and over their legs. She leaned back against the wall again, grabbing his hips to bring him with her. He went eagerly. He leaned over to kiss her, and the water hit the back of his neck and streamed down his back with enough running off his arms and his hair to keep her drenched as well.
She slid her tongue into his mouth, and let him kiss her as slowly as he liked. He wasn’t a violent kisser. He liked things deep and slow but with a hard, fast crescendo.
She slid her hand down his chest and into the sparse line of hair on his abdomen. He pulled his mouth from hers to take a deep breath and braced his hands against the wall on either side of her head. When she wrapped her fingers around his cock and tilted it upward, he made a soft noise and bent his head against hers. She palmed him at first; drawing his cock up against his belly and then sliding her palm down along the underside and back up again. He pressed forward against her, and she had to use her free hand to shove him back so she had room to maneuver.
She grasped him and squeezed, and he let out a long, slow breath. He leaned forward, letting his forearms take his weight against the wall, and left her a narrow space between their bodies. She grabbed his nape and brought him closer, pressing her mouth against the corded muscle in his neck.
“Have to hurry,” she murmured, licking at his skin.
“Not… a problem,” he replied with a strangled tone.
She pressed in on his erection with the heel of her hand, sliding down. His head slumped to her shoulder and he hummed against her skin. She squeezed his balls lightly, and he shifted a bit, his breath hard, warm water suddenly pouring over his shoulder and down onto her hand. She sucked at the droplets on his neck and his chest, and she circled his cock with her fingers and thumb and started a tight stroke, up and down.
The water kept him slick, and he groaned quietly, his hips moving with her hand. His body felt encompassing the way he had her caged in against the wall, but it was also soothing, and a part of her found it protective. If anyone walked in, it was entirely possible they wouldn’t see her at all. Just Daniel’s broad back and the shape of a woman beyond him.
She stroked faster and sucked hard at the place where his shoulder met his neck. He grunted and pressed the side of his head to hers, the wet tips of his hair tickling at her cheek. She felt the puff of his fast breaths against her shoulder. She moved her fingers up to massage his thick tip, and he gasped and shivered a bit.
“Now… now…” he exclaimed, voice tight.
She grasped him firmly at the tip and gave a few short strokes, and he was coming into the spray of the shower, one hard groan after another filling the small room.
She slid her free arm around his back, holding him to her as she slowed her movements on him. His groans gave way to hard panting, and he let his forehead drop to her shoulder, arms still braced heavily against the wall behind her.
She stroked his back.
“I’d like to see Mary Poppins do that,” she muttered grumpily.
Daniel let out a huff of laughter against her shoulder and pulled back, kissing her with a grin. “Maybe in some perverse alternate reality.”
“I’ll shove my Mary Poppins umbrella right up Mr. Shaft’s-“
Daniel silenced her with his mouth. “What Mitchell doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” He said against her lips.
She smiled in agreement. Maybe it was a little safer too. Who’d suspect Mary Poppins?
~end~