Fic: Sway (OT3) - Adult
I wrote smut today. Er, not really graphic smut, but still... And I got to use the word of the day from 'Dictionary wotd'! On the first day I subscribed to it. You wouldn't believe how much this thrills me.
This is for kellifer_fic because we have an... agreement. And it involves me writing OT3 (and maybe some J/D) and Kell countering with Sam/Cam. Not to mention all the other wonderful stuff she writes. Muahahahaaaa! *steeples fingers evilly*
This story twisted completely around on me and ended up in a completely different place than I imagined it would when I started writing it today. I simultaneously love it and hate it when that happens.
Smooches to shutthef_up for proofing it for me at the last minute.
Sway
By Jennghis
Pairing- OT3 (Sam/Jack/Daniel)
Rating- Adult
Warnings- Smut and bad words.
**
“We are not having sex off-world. How many times do I have to tell you two that?” Jack brought his hands up and rubbed tiredly at his face.
“Jack, it’s raining and it’s night time and we’ve been here two days with nothing to do. We have at least another three before this weather lets up and the river goes down enough for us to cross to the gate. No one’s going to know!”
“I’ll know!” Jack jerked his head up and sent a glare to where Daniel was lying on the other side of Carter. The two sleeping bags they had zipped together at the bottom for their bed were small, and quarters were tight. Despite the cold and constant rain outside, the cave seemed to hold their body heat like a down-filled parka.
“Why did we bring bags rated for 20 below 0?” Sam complained as she tried to jockey herself into a more comfortable position between the men.
“Well, it wouldn’t have been such an issue if Daniel hadn’t dropped his bag into the river.”
“How many more times am I going to have to apologize for that?” Daniel demanded. He started twisting around too. “Sam… ow… stop kicking me.”
“I’m trying!” Sam protested. “But Jack keeps kicking me first.”
“This bag is too small for my legs and two other people,” Jack growled.
“And you wanted to have sex?” Sam turned and glanced at Daniel incredulously.
He opened his mouth in surprise. “Hey, you were the one who suggested it first!”
“Well, it was that or shoot you both with my zat to keep from going nuts!” Sam thrashed around, trying to reclaim a sufficient amount of personal space that didn’t feel like an oven.
“Would you calm down!” Jack ordered.
She stopped moving and relaxed for a moment, feeling the heat radiating off the two men encompass her almost immediately. Perspiration beaded on her scalp and started her skin itching. She moped in defeat.
“I’m with Sam,” Daniel said into the dim light of the cave. “Sex might actually help at this point.”
“We’re not crossing that line.” Jack was adamant. “This thing is fine when we’re home and off-duty, but we’re not doing it off-world, and we’re not doing it on-duty. And that’s final.”
“You know, you can order us around when it’s work-related, but I don’t think you should have the last say on anything that involves this relationship,” Daniel argued.
“This is work-related, Einstein. Go to sleep. Both of you.”
“I agree with Daniel,” Sam grumbled.
“Now,” Jack ordered sternly.
Sam lay on her back, sweating, and simmered. It was too cold to sleep on top of the bag and too hot to sleep inside of it, and she was irritated that she had no recourse to cool herself down. The guys could stick a leg out of the sides and get a nice breeze. She couldn’t. She turned on her side, trying to create enough of a pocket in the sleeping bag to let in cool, fresh air. Instead, Daniel sprawled out and pressed up against her back. She resisted the urge to kick him. The urge grew too great.
“I’m taking off my clothes.” Sam twisted within the sleeping bag trying to get her elbows out in order to unfasten her pants.
“Carter!” Jack’s voice was sharp, slightly panicked. “Stop it!” The arm he rested closest to her flailed in an attempt to trap her hands and stop them from going any further.
“Ow!” Daniel groused from the opposite side of her as she jerked back from Jack’s flailing and got him in the ribs with the point of her elbow.
“Sorry,” she muttered and shoved Jack’s hand away as he tried to grab her. “I’m hot!” she complained loudly in protest.
Jack struggled with her. “I don’t care!” He sounded like he was speaking through gritted teeth. “We’re not having sex off-world!”
“Who said anything about sex? I’m drowning in sweat here.”
Jack succeeded in capturing one of her hands and he tightened his grip almost painfully, turning and propping himself up on one elbow so he could glare down at her. “Carter, if you get naked in this sleeping bag, there will be sex. Don’t be an idiot.”
She glared back at him. “Are you saying that you can’t control yourself for one single night and just sleep next to me in my underwear?”
He blinked at her, and she saw the impatience tug his expression into anger. “Yes, that’s what I’m saying,” he snapped.
Daniel propped himself up on the other side. “He’s right. You get naked, there will be sex.”
“Oh for… well, if you hadn’t lost one of the sleeping bags to begin with, Daniel…”
“I’m well aware that this is all my fault,” Daniel grumbled. “You don’t have to keep bringing it up.”
“Well then, maybe you should sleep in the middle where it’s all hot and sweaty!”
Daniel blinked shadowed blue eyes at her. “But I don’t want to. Last time he kneed me in the balls in his sleep.”
“How many times do I have to apologize for that?” Jack demanded, exasperated.
“367,” Daniel answered dryly.
Sam sighed. Oh, yes, that had been a fun night. Jack had sprawled and kneed Daniel in the balls; Daniel had yelped and jerked backwards, sending her plummeting off the opposite edge of the bed and onto the floor. She’d woken up in a panic staring at the wooden planks of Jack’s floor and wondering what the hell was going on as they’d bickered on the bed above her.
Not that the stuff that had come before hadn’t been nice…
Or fantastic, really.
She suffered a moment of weakness as her affection for both of them over-rode her frustration. “Let’s just go to sleep,” she insisted, somewhat grumpily.
She closed her eyes and tried to relax as the silence descended again. She turned onto her side and faced Jack and felt Daniel turn and lazily spoon up behind her. Close, but trying not to touch. The heat settled over her again. She lay still and felt the sweat trickle through her hair.
Daniel shifted a bit. Pressed closer.
Sam opened her eyes. “Daniel, if that’s your hand…”
There was a pause, and he shifted backward. “Umm… no. Not my hand. Sorry.”
“I said no sex!” Jack suddenly barked.
“Oh for God’s sake!” Sam finally broke. She twisted around onto her stomach and started scrambling out from between the two men.
“Carter!” Jack snapped.
“Sam, what are you-“
She felt their hands reaching out to grab her, and she kicked, a little wildly, feeling her foot connect a little harder than intended with someone’s shoulder.
“Ouch.”
“Sorry,” she murmured again, but she finally found herself free of the suffocating confines, and she stood up tentatively in the shallow cave feeling the cold, rain-washed wind suddenly blow around her. It felt wonderful. She walked quickly toward the entrance to the cave. The rainy night on PTX-465 wasn’t as dark as on Earth. The two moons orbiting above, gave a hazy sort of light through the dark clouds, one on the western horizon, the other to the south.
“Sam!” Daniel’s voice. Worried.
“I’m fine. I just need a moment, okay?”
“Carter, you’ll get drenched!”
She watched the rain sheeting down for a moment, the sound of the trickling water all around her, working its way into the low din of the raindrops hitting ground. It smelled green and cold.
She stepped out into it and was soaked instantly. Her body tightened as it went from ‘hot enough to sweat buckets’ to ‘cold enough to shiver’ in moments. It felt good though. The sticky sweat on her skin, on her scalp, washed away. She took a deep breath and leaned back against the rocks. She suddenly wished she smoked cigarettes so she had something to do with her hands. Well… she glanced at the downpour… maybe not.
“Carter, what the hell are you doing?” Jack’s voice floated out from the cave. “What’s she doing?” The second question was softer and must have been aimed at Daniel.
I’m just HOT! she wanted to shout at him. Couldn’t she get one darn minute alone?
“Jack, calm down.”
“Carter! If you get pneumonia, I’m going to be very upset! Come back inside.”
She rolled her eyes. She saw motion in the cave from the corner of her eye, and an approaching shape. Crap. If he comes out here and makes a comment about PMS, I’ll fucking lose it.
Daniel appeared at the mouth of the cave still dressed for bed. Barefoot and shirtless, his olive drab cargo pants hanging low on his hips. He studied her through the sheet of rain. “Do you want to come back inside?”
She thought about it. “No. I think I’m okay here.”
“You’re going to make me come out then?”
“No.” She glanced at him. “I can hear you fine from there.”
He walked out into the rain.
She watched his hair plaster to his head, and heard the delicate slap of the drops hitting his bare skin. He drew in a sharp breath, and folded his arms low across his chest. He eased his way carefully over the rocks to where she was and stood in front of her. Rain ran off the end of his nose and from his shoulders.
“It feels nice,” he said. There was a shiver in his voice.
“A little cold,” she replied. She folded her own arms around her waist, trying to conserve heat.
He squinted at her in the darkness, blinking water from his eyes. “What’s up?”
Her first instinct was to say ‘nothing’, but that seemed so obviously untrue that she hesitated. What was wrong with her? “I don’t know,” she said instead. “It was hot.”
“So you had to walk out here in your clothes?”
“Well, I’d have taken them off, but then there might have been unauthorized sex.”
Daniel blinked at her. Or maybe he was just blinking against the rain again. “It’s getting harder, isn’t it?”
She gave a faint smile and reached up to push her dripping hair back over her head and out of her face. “It seemed so easy at first.”
“I know.” He stepped closer and then leaned in next to her, sliding one arm behind her. His warmth soaked into her side. This time she felt no urge to kick him. Instead she felt the urge to slide her arms around his waist and pull him close. He tilted his head to look her in the eye. “He’s just looking out for us the only way he can. The rules help.”
She knew that. “I know that.” She hugged herself tighter, not sure why she was feeling this way, not sure how to explain things. “It just…” She stopped, frustrated. Daniel’s hand appeared on one of her arms, and he squeezed reassuringly. She glanced up at him. “The sex doesn’t matter, Daniel. Off-world, on-world, it doesn’t matter. It’s the feelings that put us in danger.”
He said nothing, but his eyes stayed connected with hers. He listened.
“It isn’t any less illegal or improper because we only get together off-duty.”
He shrugged and nodded in agreement. She wasn’t telling him anything that he didn’t already know. “Is that what’s really bothering you?” he asked.
She sighed and tilted her head back, closing her eyes against the rain. “I don’t know.” She brought her head forward again. “Maybe it’s just that we can’t spend two days in a cave together without arguing. Or that I just want to go home. Maybe it’s that we’re alone on this planet for a week, and we can barely touch each other without jerking back as if burned. Like Uncle Sam is watching our every move. Two days in that jury-rigged sleeping bag, and we have to act as if everything is normal and proper and we have no feelings for each other at all.”
Daniel lifted a brow and grinned at her through the torrent of water. “This is about cuddling?”
“Oh for-“ She shot him a mordant glare. Then she softened. “Well…”
He stepped in front of her and tugged her toward him. She went. His arms were tight and warm and sent a little shiver straight through her. “Sometimes the rules have to change to fit the situation,” he said. His hands ran up and down her back, driving warmth into her skin. She wanted to make some sort of inarticulate sound and go limp in his arms.
“But Jack…” she protested. His back was smooth and slick and cold, and she felt the strangest urge to lick the rain from his neck.
“Screw Jack,” Daniel grumbled.
“Well ,we tried anyway,” Sam replied dryly. Daniel snorted.
“I heard that!” Jack’s voice came suddenly from within the cave. Very near.
They both jumped and stared at the cave. Jack stepped forward and stood behind the curtain of water falling across the entrance. Barefoot like them, but wearing his wrinkled cargo pants and T-shirt. He glared at both of them. “Would you two get the hell out of the rain before you catch cold and die on me?”
“I’m going nuts in there,” Sam stated. “How much did you hear?”
“Everything. Do I have to come out and get you?”
“Yes,” Daniel said. His thumb rubbed over the back of Sam’s neck. He leaned in and kissed her.
“Daniel…” Jack’s voice held warning.
“Go back in and go to sleep, Jack. Then you won’t see a thing.” Daniel said.
Sam narrowed her eyes. He was up to something.
Jack suddenly came out after them. He did not look pleased. He looked even less pleased when Daniel grabbed the front of his shirt and shoved him up against the rocks next to Sam.
“Goddamn it!” Jack glared at them both, the rain drenching him in seconds. Daniel flattened his hand on Jack’s chest and pressed his mouth to O’Neill’s. Jack kissed him but didn’t let it go on very long. “We agreed,” he said when Daniel let him breathe.
“We’re changing the rules on you.”
Jack glanced at Sam, trying to gauge her reaction. She stepped up on the other side of him and pressed in close to his side. “We need to do something, Jack, because in another two days I’m going to go postal and zat you both.”
“Not if I do it first,” Jack muttered, shooting her a malevolent glare and then shifting it to Daniel.
Sam leaned in and pressed her mouth to his neck.
“Sam…” His voice rumbled through his chest, against the hand she suddenly slid up and over his wet shirt.
His skin tasted salty as the rain mixed with his dried sweat and ran in rivulets down his body. He started to say something and then was abruptly silenced. When Sam glanced up, his mouth was moving with Daniel’s again, water running between them as Daniel’s hand slid up to hold Jack’s head steady and firm.
Sam went back to work on his neck, licking at the water, sucking gently, warmly, at the spot she knew got him every time: just below the jaw and toward the back. She slid a hand under his shirt and met Daniel’s hand as it slid down toward Jack’s wet BDU’s.
Jack made an wordless sound in his throat. Sam smiled against his skin and brought her mouth up to his ear. “It can’t stay the same,” she said softly.
Jack pulled his mouth from Daniel’s and turned his head to look at her. His hair was plastered wetly to his scalp, and his dark eyes were shadows. “It’s for our own good. We all agreed.”
He was clinging to the idea a little too tightly. Repeating it like a mantra. He was afraid, Sam realized. It was easy to compartmentalize it all, manage the feelings, when you could keep them in their place with rules. He’d been doing it since he joined the Air Force, so why not with them as well?
“We’re not going to have sex in the gateroom, Jack. We have common sense. This is a different situation.” Daniel said into his other ear.
Jack didn’t reply but his head slipped back against the rock, his lips parted slightly. He squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again slowly. Sam glanced down and saw Daniel’s hand moving inside of Jack’s pants.
He could get out of this if he wanted to. Jack O’Neill was a better soldier than her and Daniel combined, even at his age. If he was willing to be convinced, well then…
She leaned in to kiss his neck again, and his hand slid up her back. When she glanced up, he pressed her head forward and kissed her. She felt Daniel’s lips briefly against her cheek and then felt him move to focus on the other side of Jack’s neck.
They’d have to be careful. She wasn’t sure a ‘chafing uniform’ would adequately explain a neck-full of hickies. She reached down and unfastened Jack’s pants, unzipping them around Daniel’s hand. They were soaked and slid down his hips a bit as she loosened them.
Jack muttered against her lips as the cool air rushed in. “Jesus…”
Her hand joined Daniel’s and grasped him, hot and hard and wet from the rain. It made stroking him easy, and Daniel’s hand dropped lower.
Jack groaned breathlessly. “Oh, fuck it.”
Sam felt another smile breaking through, and she kissed him lightly and asked, “Fuck who?”
Jack glanced down to where Daniel was dragging Jack’s shirt up and lowering his head to run his tongue over Jack’s nipples and then down over his ribs before sinking to his knees. Sam relinquished her hold on Jack to Daniel and slid her fingers into Daniel’s hair. Daniel gave a low groan and then slid his mouth over Jack’s cock. Sam shivered at the thought. Of Daniel’s warm mouth anywhere on her cold, rain-soaked skin.
Jack exhaled loudly and looked at her. “Fuck you,” he said in response to her question, his hand bringing her head to his. “Fuck you from behind while you suck Daniel, and I promise we’ll talk about changing the rules. I promise.”
“Deal,” she agreed, slipping her tongue into his mouth. She felt Daniel’s hand slide up her thigh and squeeze, and she knew he’d heard.
They’d won, she thought. And things would be better.
But not as good as now.
Not when they dragged themselves back into the cave, and she and Daniel stripped and kissed and two sets of hands ran over her body and between her legs and over her breasts. Not when she slid down Daniel’s prone body and made him arch his head back and moan as she licked a stripe up his over-heated cock and then sucked him into her mouth. Not when Jack ran his hands smoothly up her back and then slid inside of her, all the way, and rocked into her again and again.
Definitely not when Daniel cried her name and flooded her mouth with his sour, salty end, and Jack grunted his quick approach, reaching under to slide his fingers, fast and hard, over her slick skin, taking her quickly to the edge with him. She came and he followed.
She rested heavily across Daniel’s stomach, her body still between his legs, his softened cock between her breasts. Jack rested nearly on top of her, half of his weight on her back, half on the floor and Daniel’s thigh.
Their breathing slowed before Jack spoke. “We’ll talk about this in the morning and figure out the new rules.” He paused a moment and then continued in a quiet and deadly voice. “If you ever gang up on me again and use sex against me to change my orders, I’ll transfer you both off of SG-1 so fast you’ll never know what hit you.”
She froze and felt Daniel stiffen beneath her.
“Got it?” Jack asked, still quiet and calm.
Sam lifted her head slightly and looked up at Daniel. He glanced back at her with serious eyes.
“Yes, sir,” she replied in a whisper.
“Got it,” Daniel answered, no traces of sarcasm in his voice.
“Good,” Jack said, friendlier now. He pressed a kiss to Sam’s nape and then pulled her off of Daniel, depositing her in her place in the middle of the sleeping bag bed. The heat closed in around her as Daniel slid in with them, but it was comfortable now instead of cloying. The lack of clothes seemed to help.
She listened as Jack dropped off to sleep, his breaths growing long and slow. Daniel slid an arm around her from behind, and she knew he was as awake as she was.
Got it?
Oh yeah. Got it.
~end~
Did I commit bastard!Jack again? *sigh* I do like him so...
This is for kellifer_fic because we have an... agreement. And it involves me writing OT3 (and maybe some J/D) and Kell countering with Sam/Cam. Not to mention all the other wonderful stuff she writes. Muahahahaaaa! *steeples fingers evilly*
This story twisted completely around on me and ended up in a completely different place than I imagined it would when I started writing it today. I simultaneously love it and hate it when that happens.
Smooches to shutthef_up for proofing it for me at the last minute.
Sway
By Jennghis
Pairing- OT3 (Sam/Jack/Daniel)
Rating- Adult
Warnings- Smut and bad words.
**
“We are not having sex off-world. How many times do I have to tell you two that?” Jack brought his hands up and rubbed tiredly at his face.
“Jack, it’s raining and it’s night time and we’ve been here two days with nothing to do. We have at least another three before this weather lets up and the river goes down enough for us to cross to the gate. No one’s going to know!”
“I’ll know!” Jack jerked his head up and sent a glare to where Daniel was lying on the other side of Carter. The two sleeping bags they had zipped together at the bottom for their bed were small, and quarters were tight. Despite the cold and constant rain outside, the cave seemed to hold their body heat like a down-filled parka.
“Why did we bring bags rated for 20 below 0?” Sam complained as she tried to jockey herself into a more comfortable position between the men.
“Well, it wouldn’t have been such an issue if Daniel hadn’t dropped his bag into the river.”
“How many more times am I going to have to apologize for that?” Daniel demanded. He started twisting around too. “Sam… ow… stop kicking me.”
“I’m trying!” Sam protested. “But Jack keeps kicking me first.”
“This bag is too small for my legs and two other people,” Jack growled.
“And you wanted to have sex?” Sam turned and glanced at Daniel incredulously.
He opened his mouth in surprise. “Hey, you were the one who suggested it first!”
“Well, it was that or shoot you both with my zat to keep from going nuts!” Sam thrashed around, trying to reclaim a sufficient amount of personal space that didn’t feel like an oven.
“Would you calm down!” Jack ordered.
She stopped moving and relaxed for a moment, feeling the heat radiating off the two men encompass her almost immediately. Perspiration beaded on her scalp and started her skin itching. She moped in defeat.
“I’m with Sam,” Daniel said into the dim light of the cave. “Sex might actually help at this point.”
“We’re not crossing that line.” Jack was adamant. “This thing is fine when we’re home and off-duty, but we’re not doing it off-world, and we’re not doing it on-duty. And that’s final.”
“You know, you can order us around when it’s work-related, but I don’t think you should have the last say on anything that involves this relationship,” Daniel argued.
“This is work-related, Einstein. Go to sleep. Both of you.”
“I agree with Daniel,” Sam grumbled.
“Now,” Jack ordered sternly.
Sam lay on her back, sweating, and simmered. It was too cold to sleep on top of the bag and too hot to sleep inside of it, and she was irritated that she had no recourse to cool herself down. The guys could stick a leg out of the sides and get a nice breeze. She couldn’t. She turned on her side, trying to create enough of a pocket in the sleeping bag to let in cool, fresh air. Instead, Daniel sprawled out and pressed up against her back. She resisted the urge to kick him. The urge grew too great.
“I’m taking off my clothes.” Sam twisted within the sleeping bag trying to get her elbows out in order to unfasten her pants.
“Carter!” Jack’s voice was sharp, slightly panicked. “Stop it!” The arm he rested closest to her flailed in an attempt to trap her hands and stop them from going any further.
“Ow!” Daniel groused from the opposite side of her as she jerked back from Jack’s flailing and got him in the ribs with the point of her elbow.
“Sorry,” she muttered and shoved Jack’s hand away as he tried to grab her. “I’m hot!” she complained loudly in protest.
Jack struggled with her. “I don’t care!” He sounded like he was speaking through gritted teeth. “We’re not having sex off-world!”
“Who said anything about sex? I’m drowning in sweat here.”
Jack succeeded in capturing one of her hands and he tightened his grip almost painfully, turning and propping himself up on one elbow so he could glare down at her. “Carter, if you get naked in this sleeping bag, there will be sex. Don’t be an idiot.”
She glared back at him. “Are you saying that you can’t control yourself for one single night and just sleep next to me in my underwear?”
He blinked at her, and she saw the impatience tug his expression into anger. “Yes, that’s what I’m saying,” he snapped.
Daniel propped himself up on the other side. “He’s right. You get naked, there will be sex.”
“Oh for… well, if you hadn’t lost one of the sleeping bags to begin with, Daniel…”
“I’m well aware that this is all my fault,” Daniel grumbled. “You don’t have to keep bringing it up.”
“Well then, maybe you should sleep in the middle where it’s all hot and sweaty!”
Daniel blinked shadowed blue eyes at her. “But I don’t want to. Last time he kneed me in the balls in his sleep.”
“How many times do I have to apologize for that?” Jack demanded, exasperated.
“367,” Daniel answered dryly.
Sam sighed. Oh, yes, that had been a fun night. Jack had sprawled and kneed Daniel in the balls; Daniel had yelped and jerked backwards, sending her plummeting off the opposite edge of the bed and onto the floor. She’d woken up in a panic staring at the wooden planks of Jack’s floor and wondering what the hell was going on as they’d bickered on the bed above her.
Not that the stuff that had come before hadn’t been nice…
Or fantastic, really.
She suffered a moment of weakness as her affection for both of them over-rode her frustration. “Let’s just go to sleep,” she insisted, somewhat grumpily.
She closed her eyes and tried to relax as the silence descended again. She turned onto her side and faced Jack and felt Daniel turn and lazily spoon up behind her. Close, but trying not to touch. The heat settled over her again. She lay still and felt the sweat trickle through her hair.
Daniel shifted a bit. Pressed closer.
Sam opened her eyes. “Daniel, if that’s your hand…”
There was a pause, and he shifted backward. “Umm… no. Not my hand. Sorry.”
“I said no sex!” Jack suddenly barked.
“Oh for God’s sake!” Sam finally broke. She twisted around onto her stomach and started scrambling out from between the two men.
“Carter!” Jack snapped.
“Sam, what are you-“
She felt their hands reaching out to grab her, and she kicked, a little wildly, feeling her foot connect a little harder than intended with someone’s shoulder.
“Ouch.”
“Sorry,” she murmured again, but she finally found herself free of the suffocating confines, and she stood up tentatively in the shallow cave feeling the cold, rain-washed wind suddenly blow around her. It felt wonderful. She walked quickly toward the entrance to the cave. The rainy night on PTX-465 wasn’t as dark as on Earth. The two moons orbiting above, gave a hazy sort of light through the dark clouds, one on the western horizon, the other to the south.
“Sam!” Daniel’s voice. Worried.
“I’m fine. I just need a moment, okay?”
“Carter, you’ll get drenched!”
She watched the rain sheeting down for a moment, the sound of the trickling water all around her, working its way into the low din of the raindrops hitting ground. It smelled green and cold.
She stepped out into it and was soaked instantly. Her body tightened as it went from ‘hot enough to sweat buckets’ to ‘cold enough to shiver’ in moments. It felt good though. The sticky sweat on her skin, on her scalp, washed away. She took a deep breath and leaned back against the rocks. She suddenly wished she smoked cigarettes so she had something to do with her hands. Well… she glanced at the downpour… maybe not.
“Carter, what the hell are you doing?” Jack’s voice floated out from the cave. “What’s she doing?” The second question was softer and must have been aimed at Daniel.
I’m just HOT! she wanted to shout at him. Couldn’t she get one darn minute alone?
“Jack, calm down.”
“Carter! If you get pneumonia, I’m going to be very upset! Come back inside.”
She rolled her eyes. She saw motion in the cave from the corner of her eye, and an approaching shape. Crap. If he comes out here and makes a comment about PMS, I’ll fucking lose it.
Daniel appeared at the mouth of the cave still dressed for bed. Barefoot and shirtless, his olive drab cargo pants hanging low on his hips. He studied her through the sheet of rain. “Do you want to come back inside?”
She thought about it. “No. I think I’m okay here.”
“You’re going to make me come out then?”
“No.” She glanced at him. “I can hear you fine from there.”
He walked out into the rain.
She watched his hair plaster to his head, and heard the delicate slap of the drops hitting his bare skin. He drew in a sharp breath, and folded his arms low across his chest. He eased his way carefully over the rocks to where she was and stood in front of her. Rain ran off the end of his nose and from his shoulders.
“It feels nice,” he said. There was a shiver in his voice.
“A little cold,” she replied. She folded her own arms around her waist, trying to conserve heat.
He squinted at her in the darkness, blinking water from his eyes. “What’s up?”
Her first instinct was to say ‘nothing’, but that seemed so obviously untrue that she hesitated. What was wrong with her? “I don’t know,” she said instead. “It was hot.”
“So you had to walk out here in your clothes?”
“Well, I’d have taken them off, but then there might have been unauthorized sex.”
Daniel blinked at her. Or maybe he was just blinking against the rain again. “It’s getting harder, isn’t it?”
She gave a faint smile and reached up to push her dripping hair back over her head and out of her face. “It seemed so easy at first.”
“I know.” He stepped closer and then leaned in next to her, sliding one arm behind her. His warmth soaked into her side. This time she felt no urge to kick him. Instead she felt the urge to slide her arms around his waist and pull him close. He tilted his head to look her in the eye. “He’s just looking out for us the only way he can. The rules help.”
She knew that. “I know that.” She hugged herself tighter, not sure why she was feeling this way, not sure how to explain things. “It just…” She stopped, frustrated. Daniel’s hand appeared on one of her arms, and he squeezed reassuringly. She glanced up at him. “The sex doesn’t matter, Daniel. Off-world, on-world, it doesn’t matter. It’s the feelings that put us in danger.”
He said nothing, but his eyes stayed connected with hers. He listened.
“It isn’t any less illegal or improper because we only get together off-duty.”
He shrugged and nodded in agreement. She wasn’t telling him anything that he didn’t already know. “Is that what’s really bothering you?” he asked.
She sighed and tilted her head back, closing her eyes against the rain. “I don’t know.” She brought her head forward again. “Maybe it’s just that we can’t spend two days in a cave together without arguing. Or that I just want to go home. Maybe it’s that we’re alone on this planet for a week, and we can barely touch each other without jerking back as if burned. Like Uncle Sam is watching our every move. Two days in that jury-rigged sleeping bag, and we have to act as if everything is normal and proper and we have no feelings for each other at all.”
Daniel lifted a brow and grinned at her through the torrent of water. “This is about cuddling?”
“Oh for-“ She shot him a mordant glare. Then she softened. “Well…”
He stepped in front of her and tugged her toward him. She went. His arms were tight and warm and sent a little shiver straight through her. “Sometimes the rules have to change to fit the situation,” he said. His hands ran up and down her back, driving warmth into her skin. She wanted to make some sort of inarticulate sound and go limp in his arms.
“But Jack…” she protested. His back was smooth and slick and cold, and she felt the strangest urge to lick the rain from his neck.
“Screw Jack,” Daniel grumbled.
“Well ,we tried anyway,” Sam replied dryly. Daniel snorted.
“I heard that!” Jack’s voice came suddenly from within the cave. Very near.
They both jumped and stared at the cave. Jack stepped forward and stood behind the curtain of water falling across the entrance. Barefoot like them, but wearing his wrinkled cargo pants and T-shirt. He glared at both of them. “Would you two get the hell out of the rain before you catch cold and die on me?”
“I’m going nuts in there,” Sam stated. “How much did you hear?”
“Everything. Do I have to come out and get you?”
“Yes,” Daniel said. His thumb rubbed over the back of Sam’s neck. He leaned in and kissed her.
“Daniel…” Jack’s voice held warning.
“Go back in and go to sleep, Jack. Then you won’t see a thing.” Daniel said.
Sam narrowed her eyes. He was up to something.
Jack suddenly came out after them. He did not look pleased. He looked even less pleased when Daniel grabbed the front of his shirt and shoved him up against the rocks next to Sam.
“Goddamn it!” Jack glared at them both, the rain drenching him in seconds. Daniel flattened his hand on Jack’s chest and pressed his mouth to O’Neill’s. Jack kissed him but didn’t let it go on very long. “We agreed,” he said when Daniel let him breathe.
“We’re changing the rules on you.”
Jack glanced at Sam, trying to gauge her reaction. She stepped up on the other side of him and pressed in close to his side. “We need to do something, Jack, because in another two days I’m going to go postal and zat you both.”
“Not if I do it first,” Jack muttered, shooting her a malevolent glare and then shifting it to Daniel.
Sam leaned in and pressed her mouth to his neck.
“Sam…” His voice rumbled through his chest, against the hand she suddenly slid up and over his wet shirt.
His skin tasted salty as the rain mixed with his dried sweat and ran in rivulets down his body. He started to say something and then was abruptly silenced. When Sam glanced up, his mouth was moving with Daniel’s again, water running between them as Daniel’s hand slid up to hold Jack’s head steady and firm.
Sam went back to work on his neck, licking at the water, sucking gently, warmly, at the spot she knew got him every time: just below the jaw and toward the back. She slid a hand under his shirt and met Daniel’s hand as it slid down toward Jack’s wet BDU’s.
Jack made an wordless sound in his throat. Sam smiled against his skin and brought her mouth up to his ear. “It can’t stay the same,” she said softly.
Jack pulled his mouth from Daniel’s and turned his head to look at her. His hair was plastered wetly to his scalp, and his dark eyes were shadows. “It’s for our own good. We all agreed.”
He was clinging to the idea a little too tightly. Repeating it like a mantra. He was afraid, Sam realized. It was easy to compartmentalize it all, manage the feelings, when you could keep them in their place with rules. He’d been doing it since he joined the Air Force, so why not with them as well?
“We’re not going to have sex in the gateroom, Jack. We have common sense. This is a different situation.” Daniel said into his other ear.
Jack didn’t reply but his head slipped back against the rock, his lips parted slightly. He squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again slowly. Sam glanced down and saw Daniel’s hand moving inside of Jack’s pants.
He could get out of this if he wanted to. Jack O’Neill was a better soldier than her and Daniel combined, even at his age. If he was willing to be convinced, well then…
She leaned in to kiss his neck again, and his hand slid up her back. When she glanced up, he pressed her head forward and kissed her. She felt Daniel’s lips briefly against her cheek and then felt him move to focus on the other side of Jack’s neck.
They’d have to be careful. She wasn’t sure a ‘chafing uniform’ would adequately explain a neck-full of hickies. She reached down and unfastened Jack’s pants, unzipping them around Daniel’s hand. They were soaked and slid down his hips a bit as she loosened them.
Jack muttered against her lips as the cool air rushed in. “Jesus…”
Her hand joined Daniel’s and grasped him, hot and hard and wet from the rain. It made stroking him easy, and Daniel’s hand dropped lower.
Jack groaned breathlessly. “Oh, fuck it.”
Sam felt another smile breaking through, and she kissed him lightly and asked, “Fuck who?”
Jack glanced down to where Daniel was dragging Jack’s shirt up and lowering his head to run his tongue over Jack’s nipples and then down over his ribs before sinking to his knees. Sam relinquished her hold on Jack to Daniel and slid her fingers into Daniel’s hair. Daniel gave a low groan and then slid his mouth over Jack’s cock. Sam shivered at the thought. Of Daniel’s warm mouth anywhere on her cold, rain-soaked skin.
Jack exhaled loudly and looked at her. “Fuck you,” he said in response to her question, his hand bringing her head to his. “Fuck you from behind while you suck Daniel, and I promise we’ll talk about changing the rules. I promise.”
“Deal,” she agreed, slipping her tongue into his mouth. She felt Daniel’s hand slide up her thigh and squeeze, and she knew he’d heard.
They’d won, she thought. And things would be better.
But not as good as now.
Not when they dragged themselves back into the cave, and she and Daniel stripped and kissed and two sets of hands ran over her body and between her legs and over her breasts. Not when she slid down Daniel’s prone body and made him arch his head back and moan as she licked a stripe up his over-heated cock and then sucked him into her mouth. Not when Jack ran his hands smoothly up her back and then slid inside of her, all the way, and rocked into her again and again.
Definitely not when Daniel cried her name and flooded her mouth with his sour, salty end, and Jack grunted his quick approach, reaching under to slide his fingers, fast and hard, over her slick skin, taking her quickly to the edge with him. She came and he followed.
She rested heavily across Daniel’s stomach, her body still between his legs, his softened cock between her breasts. Jack rested nearly on top of her, half of his weight on her back, half on the floor and Daniel’s thigh.
Their breathing slowed before Jack spoke. “We’ll talk about this in the morning and figure out the new rules.” He paused a moment and then continued in a quiet and deadly voice. “If you ever gang up on me again and use sex against me to change my orders, I’ll transfer you both off of SG-1 so fast you’ll never know what hit you.”
She froze and felt Daniel stiffen beneath her.
“Got it?” Jack asked, still quiet and calm.
Sam lifted her head slightly and looked up at Daniel. He glanced back at her with serious eyes.
“Yes, sir,” she replied in a whisper.
“Got it,” Daniel answered, no traces of sarcasm in his voice.
“Good,” Jack said, friendlier now. He pressed a kiss to Sam’s nape and then pulled her off of Daniel, depositing her in her place in the middle of the sleeping bag bed. The heat closed in around her as Daniel slid in with them, but it was comfortable now instead of cloying. The lack of clothes seemed to help.
She listened as Jack dropped off to sleep, his breaths growing long and slow. Daniel slid an arm around her from behind, and she knew he was as awake as she was.
Got it?
Oh yeah. Got it.
~end~
Did I commit bastard!Jack again? *sigh* I do like him so...