Five Things (S/J/D, S/D, S/C/D) Adult
For macgyvergal
Five Times Sam, Daniel, Jack and/or Cam Had Ended up Hand-Cuffed to Each Other or a Bed:
1. On PTX-623 Sam and Daniel activate a hidden trigger on the altar of a temple. It releases a horde of small, vicious vermin that they've never experienced before. SG-1 is chased all the way to the gate. Jack is not happy. It's the fourth time in two months that they've disobeyed an order not to "touch anything." The next night, they think all is forgiven when Jack invites them over for pizza. Instead they find themselves methodically chained to his bed, one after the other. They're so disbelieving that they laugh as it's happening.
Jack doesn't laugh.
Jack proceeds to tell them--and show them--why he's the boss. And why they will obey him on missions from now on.
By the end of the night, they're too tired to argue.
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2. Pizza and beer at Cam's house turns into more beer than pizza. Sam dozes happily in his oversized recliner until something cold and hard jolts her awake again. Her eyes snap open and there's Cam smirking at her from the end of his bed. The metal cuffs are cold against her wrists.
"Cameron!"
He holds the key up and waggles it. "General O'Neill gave me some advice on how to wrangle you two."
Sam turns her head and sees Daniel lying next to her.
He meets her gaze with resigned eyes. "Jack's a dead man."
She doesn't disagree.
Cam starts unbuttoning his shirt. "Now... let's get started..."
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3. Jack shifts against his cuffs. They dig into his wrists as he pulls at the chain anchoring him to the bed. The leather straps on his chest pull at the small hairs there. The ridiculous leather shorts are far too tight. His legs are falling asleep. He shifts again. Carter moves against his back, the studs in the leather bra they've given her scratching against his skin. She mutters quietly as her chains clink, and Jack freezes, trying not to think of how she looks in that sweet little bondage number, not to mention how the smooth skin of her legs feels against his.
In front of him, Daniel yanks hard at his own chains, the muscles in his shoulders bunching and flexing.
"Daniel," Jack growls. "The next time some alien in leather asks you if we want to have some fun, the correct answer is NO!"
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4. Cam stares at them from the center of the bed. He pulls at the cuffs on his ankles and wrists. "Not fair!" he shouts.
Sam smirks at him and draws a finger lightly over his ribs. He jerks away from her with a yell and a glare, but she follows him, tickling until he's nearly breathless. Daniel drops an ice cube on Cam's chest then pushes it around with his fingertip.
"Not fair!" Cam says again, but his voice is weaker now.
Daniel leans down next to his ear. "Well, you see, that's the thing. There's no 'fair' when there's no rules."
Sam grins and leans down next to his other ear. "Besides, Jack knew better than to fall for the old 'gotta go to the bathroom' trick."
Cam groans.
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5. (Drive-by Porn version!) The first time it isn’t hand-cuffs. They’re off-world and the typical medieval culture is having a faire, and a jester skips up to them and slaps one of those cute bracelet-puzzles on Sam and Daniel’s wrists. It locks them together, and there’s a trick to getting out of it, but they can’t figure it out. Teal’c and Jack find it hilarious until the jester ambushes them and slaps the same puzzle onto their wrists as well. When Jack realizes he’s going to have to pee with Teal’c chained to his wrist, he gets cranky. Daniel won’t let him order the jester at gunpoint to free them.
That night, Daniel beds down with Sam. Sleeping beside each other is the least of the embarrassing things they’ve had to do together that day. It gets worse when he wakes during the night to find himself plastered against her back. His arm is underneath her head, their hands tangling together above the bracelets. Her hair is tickling his neck and he can smell her shampoo, and his dick is absolutely rigid against the small of her back. He starts to move away and then realizes he can’t. A low, frustrated moan leaves his lips, and he presses his face to the soft hair at the back of her head.
He realizes she’s awake when she whispers to him. “It’s okay.” And then her free hand is pulling his free hand over her hip, slipping it under her shirt, bringing it up to her breast. She presses forward into his palm, and he feels the nipple come up small and firm. He curls around her without a word, mouth tasting, body straining, fingers stroking until she makes a soft, desperate sound that cuts through him like a razor. He comes messily with her hand down his pants and his fingers curved up inside of her, the bracelet on their imprisoned wrists jingling lightly.
Sam figures out the puzzle the next morning, and Jack flings the bracelets angrily into their fire pit before they set off for the gate.
Daniel feigns a last minute bathroom trip in order to go back and dig one back out. He tucks it away in his pack to take home.
~end~
Five Times Sam, Daniel, Jack and/or Cam Had Ended up Hand-Cuffed to Each Other or a Bed:
1. On PTX-623 Sam and Daniel activate a hidden trigger on the altar of a temple. It releases a horde of small, vicious vermin that they've never experienced before. SG-1 is chased all the way to the gate. Jack is not happy. It's the fourth time in two months that they've disobeyed an order not to "touch anything." The next night, they think all is forgiven when Jack invites them over for pizza. Instead they find themselves methodically chained to his bed, one after the other. They're so disbelieving that they laugh as it's happening.
Jack doesn't laugh.
Jack proceeds to tell them--and show them--why he's the boss. And why they will obey him on missions from now on.
By the end of the night, they're too tired to argue.
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2. Pizza and beer at Cam's house turns into more beer than pizza. Sam dozes happily in his oversized recliner until something cold and hard jolts her awake again. Her eyes snap open and there's Cam smirking at her from the end of his bed. The metal cuffs are cold against her wrists.
"Cameron!"
He holds the key up and waggles it. "General O'Neill gave me some advice on how to wrangle you two."
Sam turns her head and sees Daniel lying next to her.
He meets her gaze with resigned eyes. "Jack's a dead man."
She doesn't disagree.
Cam starts unbuttoning his shirt. "Now... let's get started..."
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3. Jack shifts against his cuffs. They dig into his wrists as he pulls at the chain anchoring him to the bed. The leather straps on his chest pull at the small hairs there. The ridiculous leather shorts are far too tight. His legs are falling asleep. He shifts again. Carter moves against his back, the studs in the leather bra they've given her scratching against his skin. She mutters quietly as her chains clink, and Jack freezes, trying not to think of how she looks in that sweet little bondage number, not to mention how the smooth skin of her legs feels against his.
In front of him, Daniel yanks hard at his own chains, the muscles in his shoulders bunching and flexing.
"Daniel," Jack growls. "The next time some alien in leather asks you if we want to have some fun, the correct answer is NO!"
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4. Cam stares at them from the center of the bed. He pulls at the cuffs on his ankles and wrists. "Not fair!" he shouts.
Sam smirks at him and draws a finger lightly over his ribs. He jerks away from her with a yell and a glare, but she follows him, tickling until he's nearly breathless. Daniel drops an ice cube on Cam's chest then pushes it around with his fingertip.
"Not fair!" Cam says again, but his voice is weaker now.
Daniel leans down next to his ear. "Well, you see, that's the thing. There's no 'fair' when there's no rules."
Sam grins and leans down next to his other ear. "Besides, Jack knew better than to fall for the old 'gotta go to the bathroom' trick."
Cam groans.
+
5. (Drive-by Porn version!) The first time it isn’t hand-cuffs. They’re off-world and the typical medieval culture is having a faire, and a jester skips up to them and slaps one of those cute bracelet-puzzles on Sam and Daniel’s wrists. It locks them together, and there’s a trick to getting out of it, but they can’t figure it out. Teal’c and Jack find it hilarious until the jester ambushes them and slaps the same puzzle onto their wrists as well. When Jack realizes he’s going to have to pee with Teal’c chained to his wrist, he gets cranky. Daniel won’t let him order the jester at gunpoint to free them.
That night, Daniel beds down with Sam. Sleeping beside each other is the least of the embarrassing things they’ve had to do together that day. It gets worse when he wakes during the night to find himself plastered against her back. His arm is underneath her head, their hands tangling together above the bracelets. Her hair is tickling his neck and he can smell her shampoo, and his dick is absolutely rigid against the small of her back. He starts to move away and then realizes he can’t. A low, frustrated moan leaves his lips, and he presses his face to the soft hair at the back of her head.
He realizes she’s awake when she whispers to him. “It’s okay.” And then her free hand is pulling his free hand over her hip, slipping it under her shirt, bringing it up to her breast. She presses forward into his palm, and he feels the nipple come up small and firm. He curls around her without a word, mouth tasting, body straining, fingers stroking until she makes a soft, desperate sound that cuts through him like a razor. He comes messily with her hand down his pants and his fingers curved up inside of her, the bracelet on their imprisoned wrists jingling lightly.
Sam figures out the puzzle the next morning, and Jack flings the bracelets angrily into their fire pit before they set off for the gate.
Daniel feigns a last minute bathroom trip in order to go back and dig one back out. He tucks it away in his pack to take home.
~end~