Fic: "Pay Off", Sam/Kara/Leoben, Rated MA.
Title: Pay Off
Author: Sionnain
Pairing: Sam/Kara/Leoben
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Rating: MA. For serious
AN: Follows Trump. As in, mere seconds later! For Meresy, because she's awesome and fantastic. There was angst, but I erased it (I eated it?) because it was just supposed to be PORN. And oh, IT IS. VERY PORN FILLED, LIKE A PORN DONUT.
Thank you, as always, to my darling Resolute and Inlovewithnight for spotting typos and missing words and overusage of commas. ::kisses::
Pay Off
It's hard for three people to try and get undressed in the close confines of the bunk. Especially because Sam and Kara are drunk (Leoben's not but he's acting weird--weirder than normal, even--and Sam thinks maybe he's drunk on something that's not liquor) so that makes it even harder to move around and make fingers work on buttons and tanks and shoes. Kara (the first of them to strip naked, which is predictable but Sam isn't complaining) is being her usual self--impossible--kissing him and murmuring that was hot, baby in his ear and keeping him from taking his clothes off because she's pressing herself against him and sucking on his neck. Leoben is pulling his own shirt off and looking at Sam like he thinks Sam is going to bolt at any second.
Sam thinks about bolting, that's not a lie. But Kara's body is sleek and muscled and naked, and she's pressing it against him and Leoben is behind him suddenly, and the hands pulling at Sam's tanks are not Sam's and they're not Kara's -- sure, Sam thinks for a second about leaving when Leoben slides his hands up Sam's back.
He only thinks about it for a second, though.
Kara's laughing, her eyes shining, and she looks for a second like the hotshot pilot he remembers when they first met. Gone is the crazed light in her eyes, the tension, the almost frightening intensity he remembers from the Demetrius. He sees a shadow in her smile of the girl he remembers from Caprica, the girl who pointed a gun at him and played Pyramid in the waning light of a radiation-soaked sun. It's been so long since he's seen that girl that he doesn't care if it's the liquor or Leoben or whatever the frak, he just wants her to stick around.
Which must be why, when Leoben's hands slide around his chest and rest on his hips, when Leoben yanks him back with a gesture that's a little too rough and starts biting his neck, Sam throws his head back and moves so Leoben can keep doing it. He doesn't mean to moan, though, not out loud. He'll blame the liquor when he thinks about it later. Kara laughs again and wriggles against him, and the contrast of her soft body in front of him and Leoben's behind him is making Sam crazy.
"You like that, baby?" Kara asks, licking his collarbone, her hands light on his stomach. It's a stupid question because she has to be able to tell that he likes it, she's not an idiot, and she's standing close enough that it's not like it takes a frakking genius to figure out yes, yes he likes it.
"Sam," she says, warm breath tickling his skin and Leoben is still biting him, on the back of the neck, and Sam pulls and struggles just enough to make Leoben yank him back into place. "I want you to say it," she murmurs, and he's got his hands on her back and her skin is warm, hot almost, maybe as hot as his. Leoben's hands are hot, too, and dear Gods his mouth--
Sam puts his hand in Kara's hair, pulled back in her customary messy ponytail (not wild, hanging in deadened eyes that haven't seen sleep in days) and pulls her head back, a little harder than he would have done sober. "Shut up, Thrace," Sam growls. "I don't care what you want right now." She sucks in a breath at that and Sam leans down and kisses her, and she tries to bite his lip but Sam knows she likes aggression, especially in bed. Sam wonders if she's like that with Leoben, too, and then wonders why the frak the thought makes his cock harder, which he really hadn't thought was possible.
Leoben gives a low laugh, and it feathers out against Sam's skin, over the bite marks Leoben left on his shoulder. The sensation is strange, pleasure spiked with pain, like the edge of a knife running over a bruise. Sam keeps kissing Kara, her tongue tangling with his, and Leoben's hands are moving down Sam's hips and then they're all moving--Leoben is pushing them, he has to be, or maybe they have some frakking hive-mind because they're all moving so that Kara's back hits the bunk and then they stop moving because there isn't anywhere else to go.
Kara pulls her mouth away and looks over Sam's shoulder at Leoben. She's touching Sam, touching him everywhere, and it's a change because the handful of times they've been together it's been fast as hell and over before there was time for anything resembling this. Part of him would be pissed it took Leoben to get what he wanted from Kara, but frak it, there's no time and they all might end up dead anyway.
"What are you laughing at?" Kara asks, her voice honey-sweet, a tone Sam knows means nothing of the kind. "Hey, Sam. You wanna know something about Leoben?" Kara wriggles free of him, gets out from the trap of Sam's body and the bunk behind her in a way that means she rubs a lot against Sam's cock, and that disorients him enough that he doesn't stop her from getting away. Sam turns around so that it's his back against the bunk now, and takes a moment to look at Leoben--barefoot, dressed in a pair of pants and nothing else--and Kara, naked and climbing over a chair while giggling (so completely not graceful that he has to laugh), going to stand behind Leoben. "Leoben's a bit of a--what do you call that, when you like pain?" she asks, maniacally cheerful, putting her hands on Leoben's shoulders and rubbing slightly.
"Masochist," Leoben answers, the only one of them who's not drunk, but he still looks a little crazed--then again, when doesn't he?--and then Sam watches as his eyes close and his body shudders as Kara pulls her nails down his back. Kara's got short nails but she's strong, she's scratched Sam before enough that it hurt for days afterward in the shower. "Only for you," Leoben whispers, almost reverently.
"Just for her?" Sam asks, his voice husky. He reaches out and rests his hand on the skin between Leoben's neck and shoulder.
Leoben's smiles at him, actually grins, and echoes Sam's own words back at him. "Try it and see."
Sam leans forward and puts his mouth right where his hand had been. He feels Leoben's sweat-slick skin between his teeth and bites, harder than he's ever bitten anyone before. Suddenly there are things happening that go too fast to keep up with; Leoben grabs Sam's shoulders and shoves Sam back against the bunk, kissing him hot and hard and insistent. "Maybe not just for her," Leoben murmurs against his mouth before pulling away.
"Play nice, boys." Kara sounds amused, and Sam watches as she kisses Leoben's back, presumably over the scratches she left with her nails.
"You don't want us to do that," Leoben says, not taking his gaze from Sam's, reaching out and undoing the belt on Sam's pants. "There's nothing you want that's peaceful." Which is an extremely accurate statement about his wife. Whatever else Leoben has done, he definitely gets Kara.
"Oh," Kara says, shrugging, peeking at Sam over Leoben's shoulder. "I guess not." She bites her lip, watching as Leoben works at the fastening of Sam's pants. "Gods. This is--Gods. I can't believe I didn't think of this sooner."
Leoben looks up and meets Sam's gaze, and then rolls his eyes--which is unexpected enough to surprise a laugh out of Sam. He stops laughing, though, when Leoben finishes what he's doing (which happens to be unzipping Sam's pants) and goes to his knees. Kara says something but Sam doesn't know what it is, because Leoben is pushing Sam's pants down and then he's breathingagainst Sam's cock and taking it in his mouth. Sam tangles his hands in Leoben's short hair and groans, and the only thing he can hear is the rush of his blood in his ears.
Sam is grateful for the bunk behind him because he'd fall down if it weren't there. This is not something he would have ever said he'd be into, but there's no denying he's really really into it and Leoben's got his hand on the base of Sam's cock and is holding it steady, his tongue rubbing rough against the tip, and how the hell does he know how to do this, anyway? Maybe he'll ask when it's over, but probably not. Sam can feel the wet heat of Leoben's mouth and their thrice-damned Cylon connection actually feels nice for once, humming with enough voltage that Sam feels like he might die, but doesn't care as long as Leoben doesn't stop.
Kara has one hand on Leoben's shoulder and the other Sam can't see, but he can imagine what she's doing; she's making those panting little sounds like she does when she's about to come, and that makes Sam's cock swell and he tightens his fingers in Leoben's hair and thrusts his hips, fucking Leoben's mouth harder, and Leoben puts one hand on Sam's thigh and keeps the other on his cock and takes it, which also pushes Sam closer to the edge. Sam looks at his wife and says, "You like that, baby?" in a growl, just like she'd said to him, and Kara bites her lip and whimpers. She's supporting herself by digging the nails of her free hand into Leoben's shoulder, her free hand working between her legs; Sam almost tells her to move so he can see, but the sight will push him over and he wants her to come first. So he says "I want to hear you say it," in a harsh voice and that's it, Kara comes with a sharp cry, still bracing herself against Leoben as her body shudders. Sam had no idea a woman could come like that, standing up, but leave it to Kara to surprise him.
She sits on the floor, face flushed and sweaty, and watches as Leoben takes Sam deeper, sucks harder and harder, then lies back on the floor naked and hot and wet. "You want to see how much I like it, baby?" she asks him, voice sly and taunting, and she puts her hand between her legs so he can see it, and Sam watches while Leoben does something--Gods--with his tongue and then his hand and Kara comes again, like a house on fire just like always, and Sam can't help it, can't stop it, and he tries to tell Leoben what's about to happen but it doesn't matter, he's coming hard, and Leoben doesn't move away.
Sam sits on the bunk when it's over (though it's really more of a well-coordinated stumble), tucking himself in but leaving his pants undone because he doesn't have the coordination to do them up again. He's breathing hard as he watches Leoben press a hand to the back of his mouth and stand up in a single, graceful movement. They both look at Kara, appreciating the sight of her sprawled in obvious satisfaction on the metal floor. Leoben reaches down and hauls her up without asking, pulling her to him and kissing her. Kara kisses him back and says, "Mmm," as she licks at him, and it's a good thing Sam already came because that might have killed him. She grins over at Sam, her eyes still bright, and he wants to take her in his arms and hold her and never let her go.
But there's something else they have to do, first.
Sam watches as Leoben backs Kara up, pushes her towards a wall. Kara laughs and moves away and Leoben follows, and they stare at each other but don't actually touch as they circle each other. It's like a dance, like watching sharks, or something else he saw on a nature show back on Caprica when he couldn't sleep. Leoben is smiling but there's an edge to it, and Kara's laugh is a little less easy and a little more manic. Whatever lies between them cuts deep, and Sam isn't sure he understands it but he's not really in a position to say anything.
Kara comes to a halt next to the bunk where Sam is sitting. "Let's see how you like it, not being in control for once." Her eyes narrow and she gives Leoben a challenging stare, waiting, and he just stares back and waits.
Sam realizes as he watches them that he better be okay with this, and fast, because the bond they share is frakked up as anything could ever be but it's there, and there's probably nothing that is ever going to change that. "You know I am always happy to please you, Kara," Leoben says disarmingly, and Kara actually snorts and looks over at Sam.
"Stalk me obsessively, he means," she says, and for a moment there's a darkness in her eyes and Sam wonders if this will be it, if the shadow of New Caprica will rise up and put a stop to this. But she blinks and smiles, and the shadows are pushed away, though Sam doesn't think they'll ever really be gone. "Sam, help me out, here." Sam would be perfectly content to watch whatever it is they're going to do, but Kara makes a motion for him to stand so he does so, trying to be accommodating, because he thinks maybe you should be after your wife's lover sucks you off.
The logistics of that are too weird, so Sam stops thinking about them and instead watches as Kara kisses Leoben and then pushes him back towards Sam. "Hold him for me."
Sam blinks, but Leoben moves willingly enough and puts his back to Sam's chest. Sam takes Leoben's upper arms in his hands and holds him still. "I can't hold him if he wants to get out of this, you know," he says, masculine pride momentarily overshadowed by sexual gratification.
"He won't want to," Kara says smugly, and she's in front of Leoben now, kissing him, and then she steps back and starts stroking his neck, just on one side, which Sam thinks is weird but it makes Leoben shudder against him. Sam tightens his fingers on Leoben's arms and that makes Leoben shudder, too. "Isn't this nice, Sam? He's always Mr. Perfectly In Control..." There is a predatory expression on her face as she reaches down and rubs her hand over Leoben's cock through his pants. Leoben hisses and his head falls back, resting against Sam's shoulder.
"Yeah," Sam says, because he feels like he should say something, and because there is something strangely compelling about Leoben--who could kill them both in seconds with his bare hands--completely at their mercy. Kara unzips Leoben's pants and goes down on her knees but she doesn't do what Sam thinks she's going to, she's pressing her mouth to Leoben's ribcage instead of his cock.
Leoben's eyes are closed and Kara's either biting him or else Leoben really has a thing for that spot because his breathing is labored and he's pushing back against Sam and twisting hard in Sam's hold. Kara stops and looks up, laughing, and there's no red mark on Leoben's skin, no imprint of teeth. Sam belatedly remembers that's where she killed him, on New Caprica, but he is not going to bring that up right now. Kara licks that spot one last time and stands up again, reaching into Leoben's pants and starts fisting his cock, watching Leoben with half-slitted eyes as she does it.
"Sam," she says, and Sam knows what she wants, so he braces one arm on Leoben's chest and reaches down, covering Kara's hand with one of his own. Leoben moans at that, and Kara steps closer and starts licking his neck again. Kara eventually drops her hand and Sam's a guy so he knows what to do, even if he's only ever done it to himself. Leoben's cock is hot in his hand and there is a sudden heat from Leoben's back, which Sam feels because his pants are still unbuttoned, which should probably weird him out more than it does. Leoben is almost frighteningly silent while Sam jerks him strong and sure, and Kara is murmuring something in his ear, something Sam can't really make out and might not want to hear anyway. But whatever it is Leoben likes hearing it because his entire body tenses and he comes on Sam's hand, hips thrusting hard, breath escaping in a long, drawn-out hiss.
There is an awkward moment when it's over and everyone is satisfied (and, as it were, sticky), and they all look at each other. Sam can feel his connection to Leoben as strong as ever, and Kara is looking at them both with a very smug smirk. "So," she says, and then laughs. "Wow. Some card game, huh?"
"I need a shower," Sam says, clearing his throat. "And then maybe some water." And then he wants to go to sleep, holding Kara, and if Leoben is there--maybe that's all right. Except he has no idea how the three of them will fit in Kara's bunk, so they should probably go somewhere else to sleep.
"Yes," Leoben says, and rises up on his toes, yawning as he stretches. It's an incredibly human gesture. "Me, too." He looks over at Sam and raises a brow. "Now I can really see why she's so fond of you," he says, deadpan, and Kara giggles, and Sam kisses her soundly while Leoben watches and smiles his mystic's smile at the both of them. Tomorrow there will still be imminent war, mistrust, and the ghost of New Caprica--never quite exorcised--lingering like a phantom. But there's this, too. And just for tonight, it's enough.
Author: Sionnain
Pairing: Sam/Kara/Leoben
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Rating: MA. For serious
AN: Follows Trump. As in, mere seconds later! For Meresy, because she's awesome and fantastic. There was angst, but I erased it (I eated it?) because it was just supposed to be PORN. And oh, IT IS. VERY PORN FILLED, LIKE A PORN DONUT.
Thank you, as always, to my darling Resolute and Inlovewithnight for spotting typos and missing words and overusage of commas. ::kisses::
Pay Off
It's hard for three people to try and get undressed in the close confines of the bunk. Especially because Sam and Kara are drunk (Leoben's not but he's acting weird--weirder than normal, even--and Sam thinks maybe he's drunk on something that's not liquor) so that makes it even harder to move around and make fingers work on buttons and tanks and shoes. Kara (the first of them to strip naked, which is predictable but Sam isn't complaining) is being her usual self--impossible--kissing him and murmuring that was hot, baby in his ear and keeping him from taking his clothes off because she's pressing herself against him and sucking on his neck. Leoben is pulling his own shirt off and looking at Sam like he thinks Sam is going to bolt at any second.
Sam thinks about bolting, that's not a lie. But Kara's body is sleek and muscled and naked, and she's pressing it against him and Leoben is behind him suddenly, and the hands pulling at Sam's tanks are not Sam's and they're not Kara's -- sure, Sam thinks for a second about leaving when Leoben slides his hands up Sam's back.
He only thinks about it for a second, though.
Kara's laughing, her eyes shining, and she looks for a second like the hotshot pilot he remembers when they first met. Gone is the crazed light in her eyes, the tension, the almost frightening intensity he remembers from the Demetrius. He sees a shadow in her smile of the girl he remembers from Caprica, the girl who pointed a gun at him and played Pyramid in the waning light of a radiation-soaked sun. It's been so long since he's seen that girl that he doesn't care if it's the liquor or Leoben or whatever the frak, he just wants her to stick around.
Which must be why, when Leoben's hands slide around his chest and rest on his hips, when Leoben yanks him back with a gesture that's a little too rough and starts biting his neck, Sam throws his head back and moves so Leoben can keep doing it. He doesn't mean to moan, though, not out loud. He'll blame the liquor when he thinks about it later. Kara laughs again and wriggles against him, and the contrast of her soft body in front of him and Leoben's behind him is making Sam crazy.
"You like that, baby?" Kara asks, licking his collarbone, her hands light on his stomach. It's a stupid question because she has to be able to tell that he likes it, she's not an idiot, and she's standing close enough that it's not like it takes a frakking genius to figure out yes, yes he likes it.
"Sam," she says, warm breath tickling his skin and Leoben is still biting him, on the back of the neck, and Sam pulls and struggles just enough to make Leoben yank him back into place. "I want you to say it," she murmurs, and he's got his hands on her back and her skin is warm, hot almost, maybe as hot as his. Leoben's hands are hot, too, and dear Gods his mouth--
Sam puts his hand in Kara's hair, pulled back in her customary messy ponytail (not wild, hanging in deadened eyes that haven't seen sleep in days) and pulls her head back, a little harder than he would have done sober. "Shut up, Thrace," Sam growls. "I don't care what you want right now." She sucks in a breath at that and Sam leans down and kisses her, and she tries to bite his lip but Sam knows she likes aggression, especially in bed. Sam wonders if she's like that with Leoben, too, and then wonders why the frak the thought makes his cock harder, which he really hadn't thought was possible.
Leoben gives a low laugh, and it feathers out against Sam's skin, over the bite marks Leoben left on his shoulder. The sensation is strange, pleasure spiked with pain, like the edge of a knife running over a bruise. Sam keeps kissing Kara, her tongue tangling with his, and Leoben's hands are moving down Sam's hips and then they're all moving--Leoben is pushing them, he has to be, or maybe they have some frakking hive-mind because they're all moving so that Kara's back hits the bunk and then they stop moving because there isn't anywhere else to go.
Kara pulls her mouth away and looks over Sam's shoulder at Leoben. She's touching Sam, touching him everywhere, and it's a change because the handful of times they've been together it's been fast as hell and over before there was time for anything resembling this. Part of him would be pissed it took Leoben to get what he wanted from Kara, but frak it, there's no time and they all might end up dead anyway.
"What are you laughing at?" Kara asks, her voice honey-sweet, a tone Sam knows means nothing of the kind. "Hey, Sam. You wanna know something about Leoben?" Kara wriggles free of him, gets out from the trap of Sam's body and the bunk behind her in a way that means she rubs a lot against Sam's cock, and that disorients him enough that he doesn't stop her from getting away. Sam turns around so that it's his back against the bunk now, and takes a moment to look at Leoben--barefoot, dressed in a pair of pants and nothing else--and Kara, naked and climbing over a chair while giggling (so completely not graceful that he has to laugh), going to stand behind Leoben. "Leoben's a bit of a--what do you call that, when you like pain?" she asks, maniacally cheerful, putting her hands on Leoben's shoulders and rubbing slightly.
"Masochist," Leoben answers, the only one of them who's not drunk, but he still looks a little crazed--then again, when doesn't he?--and then Sam watches as his eyes close and his body shudders as Kara pulls her nails down his back. Kara's got short nails but she's strong, she's scratched Sam before enough that it hurt for days afterward in the shower. "Only for you," Leoben whispers, almost reverently.
"Just for her?" Sam asks, his voice husky. He reaches out and rests his hand on the skin between Leoben's neck and shoulder.
Leoben's smiles at him, actually grins, and echoes Sam's own words back at him. "Try it and see."
Sam leans forward and puts his mouth right where his hand had been. He feels Leoben's sweat-slick skin between his teeth and bites, harder than he's ever bitten anyone before. Suddenly there are things happening that go too fast to keep up with; Leoben grabs Sam's shoulders and shoves Sam back against the bunk, kissing him hot and hard and insistent. "Maybe not just for her," Leoben murmurs against his mouth before pulling away.
"Play nice, boys." Kara sounds amused, and Sam watches as she kisses Leoben's back, presumably over the scratches she left with her nails.
"You don't want us to do that," Leoben says, not taking his gaze from Sam's, reaching out and undoing the belt on Sam's pants. "There's nothing you want that's peaceful." Which is an extremely accurate statement about his wife. Whatever else Leoben has done, he definitely gets Kara.
"Oh," Kara says, shrugging, peeking at Sam over Leoben's shoulder. "I guess not." She bites her lip, watching as Leoben works at the fastening of Sam's pants. "Gods. This is--Gods. I can't believe I didn't think of this sooner."
Leoben looks up and meets Sam's gaze, and then rolls his eyes--which is unexpected enough to surprise a laugh out of Sam. He stops laughing, though, when Leoben finishes what he's doing (which happens to be unzipping Sam's pants) and goes to his knees. Kara says something but Sam doesn't know what it is, because Leoben is pushing Sam's pants down and then he's breathingagainst Sam's cock and taking it in his mouth. Sam tangles his hands in Leoben's short hair and groans, and the only thing he can hear is the rush of his blood in his ears.
Sam is grateful for the bunk behind him because he'd fall down if it weren't there. This is not something he would have ever said he'd be into, but there's no denying he's really really into it and Leoben's got his hand on the base of Sam's cock and is holding it steady, his tongue rubbing rough against the tip, and how the hell does he know how to do this, anyway? Maybe he'll ask when it's over, but probably not. Sam can feel the wet heat of Leoben's mouth and their thrice-damned Cylon connection actually feels nice for once, humming with enough voltage that Sam feels like he might die, but doesn't care as long as Leoben doesn't stop.
Kara has one hand on Leoben's shoulder and the other Sam can't see, but he can imagine what she's doing; she's making those panting little sounds like she does when she's about to come, and that makes Sam's cock swell and he tightens his fingers in Leoben's hair and thrusts his hips, fucking Leoben's mouth harder, and Leoben puts one hand on Sam's thigh and keeps the other on his cock and takes it, which also pushes Sam closer to the edge. Sam looks at his wife and says, "You like that, baby?" in a growl, just like she'd said to him, and Kara bites her lip and whimpers. She's supporting herself by digging the nails of her free hand into Leoben's shoulder, her free hand working between her legs; Sam almost tells her to move so he can see, but the sight will push him over and he wants her to come first. So he says "I want to hear you say it," in a harsh voice and that's it, Kara comes with a sharp cry, still bracing herself against Leoben as her body shudders. Sam had no idea a woman could come like that, standing up, but leave it to Kara to surprise him.
She sits on the floor, face flushed and sweaty, and watches as Leoben takes Sam deeper, sucks harder and harder, then lies back on the floor naked and hot and wet. "You want to see how much I like it, baby?" she asks him, voice sly and taunting, and she puts her hand between her legs so he can see it, and Sam watches while Leoben does something--Gods--with his tongue and then his hand and Kara comes again, like a house on fire just like always, and Sam can't help it, can't stop it, and he tries to tell Leoben what's about to happen but it doesn't matter, he's coming hard, and Leoben doesn't move away.
Sam sits on the bunk when it's over (though it's really more of a well-coordinated stumble), tucking himself in but leaving his pants undone because he doesn't have the coordination to do them up again. He's breathing hard as he watches Leoben press a hand to the back of his mouth and stand up in a single, graceful movement. They both look at Kara, appreciating the sight of her sprawled in obvious satisfaction on the metal floor. Leoben reaches down and hauls her up without asking, pulling her to him and kissing her. Kara kisses him back and says, "Mmm," as she licks at him, and it's a good thing Sam already came because that might have killed him. She grins over at Sam, her eyes still bright, and he wants to take her in his arms and hold her and never let her go.
But there's something else they have to do, first.
Sam watches as Leoben backs Kara up, pushes her towards a wall. Kara laughs and moves away and Leoben follows, and they stare at each other but don't actually touch as they circle each other. It's like a dance, like watching sharks, or something else he saw on a nature show back on Caprica when he couldn't sleep. Leoben is smiling but there's an edge to it, and Kara's laugh is a little less easy and a little more manic. Whatever lies between them cuts deep, and Sam isn't sure he understands it but he's not really in a position to say anything.
Kara comes to a halt next to the bunk where Sam is sitting. "Let's see how you like it, not being in control for once." Her eyes narrow and she gives Leoben a challenging stare, waiting, and he just stares back and waits.
Sam realizes as he watches them that he better be okay with this, and fast, because the bond they share is frakked up as anything could ever be but it's there, and there's probably nothing that is ever going to change that. "You know I am always happy to please you, Kara," Leoben says disarmingly, and Kara actually snorts and looks over at Sam.
"Stalk me obsessively, he means," she says, and for a moment there's a darkness in her eyes and Sam wonders if this will be it, if the shadow of New Caprica will rise up and put a stop to this. But she blinks and smiles, and the shadows are pushed away, though Sam doesn't think they'll ever really be gone. "Sam, help me out, here." Sam would be perfectly content to watch whatever it is they're going to do, but Kara makes a motion for him to stand so he does so, trying to be accommodating, because he thinks maybe you should be after your wife's lover sucks you off.
The logistics of that are too weird, so Sam stops thinking about them and instead watches as Kara kisses Leoben and then pushes him back towards Sam. "Hold him for me."
Sam blinks, but Leoben moves willingly enough and puts his back to Sam's chest. Sam takes Leoben's upper arms in his hands and holds him still. "I can't hold him if he wants to get out of this, you know," he says, masculine pride momentarily overshadowed by sexual gratification.
"He won't want to," Kara says smugly, and she's in front of Leoben now, kissing him, and then she steps back and starts stroking his neck, just on one side, which Sam thinks is weird but it makes Leoben shudder against him. Sam tightens his fingers on Leoben's arms and that makes Leoben shudder, too. "Isn't this nice, Sam? He's always Mr. Perfectly In Control..." There is a predatory expression on her face as she reaches down and rubs her hand over Leoben's cock through his pants. Leoben hisses and his head falls back, resting against Sam's shoulder.
"Yeah," Sam says, because he feels like he should say something, and because there is something strangely compelling about Leoben--who could kill them both in seconds with his bare hands--completely at their mercy. Kara unzips Leoben's pants and goes down on her knees but she doesn't do what Sam thinks she's going to, she's pressing her mouth to Leoben's ribcage instead of his cock.
Leoben's eyes are closed and Kara's either biting him or else Leoben really has a thing for that spot because his breathing is labored and he's pushing back against Sam and twisting hard in Sam's hold. Kara stops and looks up, laughing, and there's no red mark on Leoben's skin, no imprint of teeth. Sam belatedly remembers that's where she killed him, on New Caprica, but he is not going to bring that up right now. Kara licks that spot one last time and stands up again, reaching into Leoben's pants and starts fisting his cock, watching Leoben with half-slitted eyes as she does it.
"Sam," she says, and Sam knows what she wants, so he braces one arm on Leoben's chest and reaches down, covering Kara's hand with one of his own. Leoben moans at that, and Kara steps closer and starts licking his neck again. Kara eventually drops her hand and Sam's a guy so he knows what to do, even if he's only ever done it to himself. Leoben's cock is hot in his hand and there is a sudden heat from Leoben's back, which Sam feels because his pants are still unbuttoned, which should probably weird him out more than it does. Leoben is almost frighteningly silent while Sam jerks him strong and sure, and Kara is murmuring something in his ear, something Sam can't really make out and might not want to hear anyway. But whatever it is Leoben likes hearing it because his entire body tenses and he comes on Sam's hand, hips thrusting hard, breath escaping in a long, drawn-out hiss.
There is an awkward moment when it's over and everyone is satisfied (and, as it were, sticky), and they all look at each other. Sam can feel his connection to Leoben as strong as ever, and Kara is looking at them both with a very smug smirk. "So," she says, and then laughs. "Wow. Some card game, huh?"
"I need a shower," Sam says, clearing his throat. "And then maybe some water." And then he wants to go to sleep, holding Kara, and if Leoben is there--maybe that's all right. Except he has no idea how the three of them will fit in Kara's bunk, so they should probably go somewhere else to sleep.
"Yes," Leoben says, and rises up on his toes, yawning as he stretches. It's an incredibly human gesture. "Me, too." He looks over at Sam and raises a brow. "Now I can really see why she's so fond of you," he says, deadpan, and Kara giggles, and Sam kisses her soundly while Leoben watches and smiles his mystic's smile at the both of them. Tomorrow there will still be imminent war, mistrust, and the ghost of New Caprica--never quite exorcised--lingering like a phantom. But there's this, too. And just for tonight, it's enough.