[ continuing directly from Visits 6 ]
Later that day...
Daniel and Jason were laughing hysterically as they relaxed on the sofa. On the TV screen was the victim of their laughter: the slasher movie villain, 'Jason Vorhees'.
Daniel hit the mute button and took a long drink from his coke. "You told me this was camp, but I didn't think it was this bad. Jesus."
"I told you. Maybe we ought to smuggle this movie out to all the System Lords..." and Jason dead-panned, "then I can go on missions wearing a hockey mask."
Daniel spat out his coke at Jason's words, then pitched over into a fit of near hysterics, holding his stomach, because he'd spat his coke out all over Jason.
"Thanks a lot, you little shit!" Jason howled in protest, laughing, standing up immediately and holding his hands out, staring down at his silk shirt, a sapphire blue now almost black in spots where it was wet. "You just got me this and now it's ruined."
Daniel grabbed several napkins and stood up, motioning to help but Jason backed away from him. "Jason, I'm sorry."
"Sure you are. You just found another entertaining way to get my clothes off, that's all."
Daniel kept laughing, but much more softly, as his gleamed. "I can think of much better ways."
Jason raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, they'd better not involve sugary fluids."
A knock on the door prevented Daniel's comeback and as he was closer, he went to answer it. Jason walked past just as Daniel opened the door to find Jack standing there, holding a large brown paper sack.
"Hey, Jack!" Daniel said, still trying to hold in his laughter as Jason threw a mock-glare at him and sidled past to go down the hall to the bathroom.
"Hey. I interrupt something?"
"No," Jason yelled from down the hall. "Just Daniel spitting coke all over me, that's all." Both Daniel and Jack heard him cussing and muttering and something about plugging up holes. Jack's eyes raised and Daniel started laughing again. His laughter was infectious and as he motioned Jack inside, Jack couldn't help but smile. He didn't often get to see this side of Daniel and he was glad he showed up when he did to witness it.
"What'd'ya got?"
Jack looked around and saw pizza and coke on the coffee table. "Well, I thought I'd stop by for a visit and bring dinner, but it looks like you've already got dinner. It's okay, isn't it? Me stopping by?"
"Course it is, don't be silly," Daniel said with a pleased expression. "It's okay, isn't it Jace?" he asked, yelling down the hall. Jason came walking down the hall then, wiping his bare chest with a damp towel, holding another t-shirt in his other hand. It was the first good look that Jack had gotten of the man's physical build, and he was impressed. The man was gorgeous, though Jack thought Daniel was a god by comparison, but then, he was in love with him so that was to be expected.
"It's fine with me, Daniel, you know that," Jason said. "Hey, Jack."
"Jason," Jack greeted.
Jason slipped a white sleeveless tee shirt on, which made his darkening tan all the more noticeable....to both Daniel and Jack. The fact that his nipples had hardened from the towelling only made things better. Daniel smirked at him.
"What're you guys up to...besides the obvious?" Jack asked, setting the sack down on the bureau behind the couch.
"Nothing but watching movies. Jason said that this..." and he pointed to the screen. Jack recognized the film. "...one would scare the shit out of the Goa'uld. We've been laughing our asses off at it, comparing notes, you could say. It's the sequel to 'Friday the Thirteenth,'"
Jack nodded. "Ahh, yeah. I recognize it. First one was better. Most slasher sequels are stupid."
"Well," both Daniel and Jason said. "It is stupid, but it's funny," Daniel continued. Jack gave Daniel a puzzled expression. "Only when you view it in terms of the snakes, Jack. Then it's funny."
"Have you been feeding him liquor, Jason?" Jack asked, giving both of them that sideways grin of his.
"No," Daniel drawled. "Not yet, anyway," and he winked at him, making Jack smile enigmatically.
"Well, I'm just in time then." That put Daniel on guard. He leaned toward the sack, curious.
"What do you have in there, Jack?"
Jack grinned and opened the sack, pulling out four bottles; one each of Jack Daniel's whiskey, Bailey's Irish Cream, Kahlua coffee liqueur, and Grand Marnier orange liqueur.
"B-52's?" Daniel cried out. "I haven't had those in fucking ages!" He hurried into the kitchen and rooted through the back of one of his cabinets. He came back out with tissue-wrapped crystal glasses - small shot-sized glasses with stems.
Jack's eyebrows shot up. "You saved those?"
Daniel grinned, then he looked at Jason. "Three years ago, I got these glasses with a two-bottle set of Grand Marnier. The glasses are cheap, but they're perfect for B-52's."
"I had one of those once I think," Jason said, taking one of the glasses and looking at it. "Well, Daniel. Looks like Jack's come over with a plan. I like that. Let's get drunk."
"Daniel...you're bartender," Jack said, hanging up his coat and plopping down on the couch.
"Hey!" Daniel protested.
"Daniel, you may be a bit of a light-weight, but no matter what, you always have a steady hand," Jack bragged, taking off his shoes and reclining.
Jason snorted. "I can vouch for that."
Jack snorted back. Daniel growled but he wasn't going to argue when he could pour his own B-52's. He wiped the glasses off, then set them up in a row as he opened the bottles. "Jack, you wanna JD, get off your ass and pour it yourself. You remember where the glasses are."
"Ah, Danny," Jack whined dramatically, and laid his head back on the couch, then looked up over it, seeing Daniel upside down. "Please?"
"Forget it."
Jason couldn't help but smile. "I'll get it for him."
Jack grinned smugly. "Thanks, Jason, you're a prince."
"Jack, get your ass up. Jason, don't you dare."
"Why not?" he asked, going into the kitchen.
"Because once he works that goddamn smile of his on you, you'll be getting his drinks all fuckin' night."
"Danny, what a mouth on you."
Jason laughed from the kitchen. "I'll second that."
Jack laughed back.
"Alright, you two," Daniel growled. "Quit with the barbs." Although Daniel was irritated, he loved the fact that Jason and Jack seemed to get along so well. He really didn't mind the sexual comments and laughter aimed at him. He actually liked the attention. What he hadn't thought about was that he had two men in his presence who were seriously in love with him....and willing to share. Jason still hadn't gotten round to discussing Jack with Daniel, yet.
Jason poured himself a drink with the opened bottle of JD, then poured another for Jack. "Ice?" he called out.
"Definitely," Jack called back. A particularly nasty scene was on the TV screen and he grimaced as he'd started to reach for a slice of pizza. He forgot the pizza and grabbed the remote. "Danny, are you still watching this?"
"Hmmm? Oh, no, go ahead and turn the channel if you want." Jack did, changing it automatically to a sports channel and Daniel rolled his eyes. He'd made one B-52 and tossed it down in one go, sighed with content at the taste, then made a few more of them while Jason brought Jack his drink and settled into the chair next to the couch. When Daniel sat down next to Jack, the three of them tried to decide on a movie and couldn't, then on a tv show and couldn't. As they finished their first drinks and became a little tipsy, Daniel suddenly got an idea.
"I know," and he jumped up from the couch and grabbed at the box on the top shelf of his bookcase.
"No, Daniel, no!" Jack lamented. "I am not playing a word game with you...especially not Scrabble."
Daniel started clucking like a chicken and Jack had visions of Abydos all over again and fell about on the couch, laughing himself hoarse. Jason naturally didn't get it, so as Daniel got the board game down and set it up on the cleared coffee table, Jack attempted to describe the "chicken man" episodes between fits of laughter. He soon had Jason laughing with him and Daniel slightly defensive.
"Hey, they were so much like Egyptians that I forgot that they had no clue what a chicken was...or what we think they sound like," and with further laughing, Daniel grinned reluctantly. "Okay, okay, so I was an ass," he finally admitted.
"But an awfully cute one," Jack added.
Jason snorted. "I'll second that. Any more stories?"
"Haven't you read all of our mission reports?" Jack asked, pretending to be insulted.
Jason rolled his eyes. "I tried, but I got bored."
"You must've been reading Daniel's version of events then," Jack laughed as Daniel backhanded him on the arm. "Okay, Sam's then."
"Come on, Jack, don't mind him. Tell me something that isn't in the reports."
"There are way too many," Jack said.
"Jason, don't encourage him," Daniel pleaded as he placed two tile holders in three positions around the edges of the board. He placed the bag of tiles down in the middle and then sat down on the floor on the opposite side of the coffee table. That put Jason in the chair and Jack on the couch.
"Ahhhh, I get the couch to myself...." and Jack sprawled luxuriously on his side. Daniel and Jason looked at each other and rolled their eyes in mutual agreement: Jack was just asking for it. They both sighed, then giggled, the drink getting to them already. Jack noticed and sobered enough to get a serious look on his face. He smelled conspiracy.
"What?"
"What?" Daniel asked back.
Jack shook his head. Would Daniel ever stop doing that? He laid on his back, lacing his fingers behind his head.
"So, some dirt, huh Jason?" and he looked over at him. Jason grinned, casting a devious look over at Daniel. Daniel only grumbled as he picked up the tile bag and sifted through it to remove the blanks.
Jack thought for a moment, then suddenly laughed as something came to him.
"What?" Jason asked.
"You ever read up on our encounter with Urgo?"
"Oh shit, Jack, not that again," Daniel whined.
"I heard about him, but not everything I suppose," Jason said, and gave Daniel a teasing glance, to which Daniel sent back a mock-scowl.
"Well, the guy messed with Daniel pretty good..."
"With all of us," Daniel corrected sourly.
"Yeah, but he got you good," Jack fired back.
"And you."
"No."
"Yes."
"Not that bad, Daniel."
"Oh, and the Internet thing was an accident, I suppose?"
Jason was trying not to laugh as his gaze went back and forth like someone watching a Wimbledon match. It was too entertaining to watch so he kept his mouth shut and just raised his right eyebrow when he needed to.
In response to Daniel's prod, Jack looked at Jason with an evil grin...that incidentally put a warm glow through him. "When we were in our on-base quarters, Daniel went into the bathroom to...relieve himself...and Urgo...broadcast the events."
Jason made a double-take, confused for a second. "To take a...piss?" he asked, his eyes widening.
"I didn't just decide, Jack," Daniel stated, ignoring Jason's question.
Jack chuckled and answered Jason. "Not just to take a piss."
Jason eyed Daniel with an accusing grin.
Daniel sighed with obvious impatience, sending a glare Jack's way. "Jason, I went in there to take a piss."
Jack sniggered then. "But that's not all that happened, was it?"
Daniel chewed on his lip. "Urgo started messing with my...nerve endings the moment my hand touched my dick."
Jason bit his own lips to keep from immediately laughing out loud.
Jack had no problem with his laughter, however, and he seemed to giggle mischievously. "It wasn't a problem for me or Teal'c, as you could imagine, Jason, but you should have seen Carter's face when she came down the hall to bang on Daniel's door."
"Hey, she forgave me later," Daniel said indignantly. "She'd never had that specific kind of feeling."
Jack was still laughing. "Yeah, but you got the endless questions..."
"Interrogation was more apt, Jack," Daniel revised, then turned to Jason. "You don't ever want to have that Sam Carter in your face."
Jason's slow laughter eventually made Daniel smile, reminding him that it really was very funny in retrospect...even to Sam.
"So, the internet, Daniel?" Jason asked.
"You can forget that one, Jason."
"Jack was bored, reading his email, including the stupid spam advertising Viagra and other 'sex' enhancing drugs, etc."
"Daniel," Jack warned.
"You had yours, I'm having mine," Daniel threatened back.
"I've not had mine, Daniel. I'd have known, trust me."
Daniel snorted and looked back at Jason. "Urgo decided to push Jack into surfing the net for porn and erotica on the net."
"Ugh," was all Jack said as he covered his eyes with a hand.
"So...somewhere along the line, he found an archive that houses something called fan fiction."
Jason raised a brow.
"Fan fiction are stories written by amateur writers who write about characters in their favorite television series. Everything is game and the most obvious, of course, is The X-Files. I've actually read stories involving other series' fiction...but not the general stuff."
"General?"
"Non-sexual stories, called gen for short. Some are good, some are bad. Then there's the Adult stories, where they're either heterosexual pairings, called Het, or the stuff that's homosexual, called Slash."
"Slash?" Jason snorted.
"I don't know where that came from, but it's the name. Gay pairings are Slash, Lesbian pairings are Femslash."
Jason wrinkled his nose. "So not going there."
Jack started to laugh, having gotten over his embarrassment. "That's about what I said when I saw them in the archive."
"So...you read Slash fiction then?"
Jack covered his eyes again. "Oh yeah."
Daniel snorted, his eyes fixed on Jack. "The NC-17 stuff, too."
"The stuff is rated?" Jason asked.
Daniel nodded. "Most of it. The content can range from simple G-rated, to stuff that would get an X-rating in Las Vegas."
Jason slowly smiled. "Wanna show me the stuff sometime."
"Well, you have to get into the characters...or at least, I do," Daniel explained, "but Jack...he didn't much care, I don't think."
Jack groaned. "I got caught up in what I was reading. Didn't much give a shit what series."
"What was it?" Jason asked.
Jack knew he'd find out, but he shot Daniel a look of warning not to go overboard. Daniel gave him an accommodating smile.
"I found two stories saved on Jack's hard drive. One Slash pairing was from the 'The X-Men', between Cyclops and Wolverine. In their mutant state, not as regular looking humans. Wolverine had Cyclops pinned by those metal claws..." and Daniel had to clear his throat suddenly. "You can imagine the rest."
Jason gave him a filthy grin. "What was the other pairing?"
"Angel and Wesley from 'Angel'." They both looked at Jack with raised brows. Daniel snorted at Jack's refusal to meet their gaze. "And the only part that I remember was with Wesley tied to the bed as Angel sank his teeth into his neck and--"
"Thank you, Daniel..." Jack interrupted, clearing his throat several times. "I think we've all been properly informed now."
Jason gave Jack a small grin as he tilted his head to one side. Jack found the look disconcerting. "I sense a pattern in those stories, Jack."
Jack didn't look away, getting his embarrassment firmly under control. "Yes, well...that's a different subject I don't feel like discussing right now."
Jason backed off, deciding not to tease and gave Daniel a look that told him to do the same. Daniel reluctantly nodded.
Jack, however, was eager for payback. "So Daniel, what about the time--"
"Jack, let's play the game."
"We're already playing a game, Daniel."
"This one, here," Daniel replied, gesturing to the board on the coffee table.
"Daniel, I told you--"
"We're not playing Scrabble, we're just using the board, and this game I know of is a lot more fun, especially when getting drunk."
"Okay, prove it. What's it called and what are the rules?" he asked, rolling his eyes in Jason's direction.
"Jack, humour me and try to pretend to be interested," Daniel scolded sarcastically, making Jack laugh at being caught out. "It's called Down and Dirty," Daniel told them both, grinning as their heads snapped to attention.
"What?" Jack said, suddenly proved interested.
"You use the tiles like in Scrabble but the words don't have to be connected. All the words are cuss words, slang words, dirty words, and in US or Queen's English. Phrases are also allowed."
Jack and Jason were both interested now, so Daniel went on. "Choose fourteen tiles, seven each for the tile holders. You can't pick up new tiles until one holder is empty. Got it?"
"Got it," his audience said.
"So, the scoring is of numbers on tiles - but not the board; it's used only for a grid. Also, anyone who gets the words 'motherfucker' or 'cocksucker' automatically wins the game and we have to start over.
Jack and Jason both fell about as they'd never - never - heard those two words come out of Daniel's mouth, much less in one sentence. Jason practically howled out of his chair again and Jack was rolling back and forth on the couch, holding his sides. Normally, it wouldn't have garnered much more than a snigger but the alcohol was making everything a lot more funny.
"What?" Daniel asked. "I've said those words before."
His two friends shook their heads, and Jack finally caught his breath. "No, you haven't, Daniel, and I've known you longer and been out with you in the field when you haven't had any coffee. I've heard you swear in colorful, creative ways, but I have never EVER heard you say those two words."
Daniel twisted his mouth. It was true, actually. They were words he didn't really like, but he'd use them on the Goa'uld at the very next opportunity, just to get to see Jack laugh his ass off before they were all summarily shot.
"Okay, Daniel, this sounds fun. High number picks first?" Jason asked as he reached in to grab a tile. Daniel nodded, getting a tile, then Jack picked one.
Jack grinned. He got the higher value, so he sat up and picked his tiles first. Jason got up from the chair to refill his drink for the third time and while in the kitchen Jack asked for his third. Jason came back with his and handed Jack his refill.
"Sucker," Daniel said smugly.
"Don't tempt me," Jason told him as he leaned forward to kiss Daniel on the mouth, and slipped him some tongue while he was at it. It was actually one of the few times Jack had seen them kiss, and it made his groin twitch whenever it happened. He cleared his throat.
"Excuse me, odd man out here. Stop that."
Daniel cleared his throat as Jason pulled away and sat down. "You're never odd man out, Jack. Never."
"Sorry," Jason apologized to Jack as he picked his tiles.
"Don't be. I'm just envious, that's all."
Neither Daniel or Jason had anything to comment. They'd been discussing Jack's friendship earlier that day, and Jason had finally told Daniel about the flirting and his urge in the elevator.
"I swear Daniel, I wanted to kiss him so bad," and he'd then become contrite. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry, Jace. Welcome to my world." Then something interesting had happened. They had started to describe "Jack" fantasies to each other and ended up making love as a result, igniting their shared passion so much that they had gone down on each other in a sixty-nine position, coming explosively down each other's throats. It had been intensely erotic sex for the both of them.
Clearing his throat at the memory of it, Daniel gave Jason a knowing smile and downed the last of his liqueur. For Jason's part, he felt guilty and worried. He'd wanted to broach the subject of Jack as another partner, but he hadn't had the nerve. No matter what he'd told Jack, he couldn't get rid of the selfishness in wanting Daniel to himself. But now...with Jack here, that selfishness was slowly dissolving...except it was for himself. He saw Daniel's love for the man right there in front of him, he began to want Jack almost as much as Daniel did. The thing that bothered him was that Daniel had still not brought up the kiss, even after Jason had created the opening by making his own confession.
Sensing a change in their mood, Jack decided to deflect things and switch to his favorite topic. Daniel baiting.
"So, did Daniel tell you about SG3's new commander yet?"
Jason shook his head at Jack, then looked at Daniel with concern. "Daniel?"
Daniel glanced at Jason, then gave Jack a look of long suffering. "Jack," then sighed heavily and quickly recounted the meeting with SG-3 in the gateroom.
"Daniel...you skipped the man's attitude toward you."
Jason frowned. "What attitude?"
Daniel rolled his eyes and gave Jack a brief glance before looking at Jason. "He didn't like me so he was rude. So what."
Jack looked at Daniel in exasperation. "And then?" he prompted.
Jason's eyes widened. "There's more?"
When Daniel didn't answer fast enough, Jack said, "Blake paid him a visit...I saw him follow Daniel into his office so I waited outside with a couple of SFs, just in case."
"Just in case 'what'?" Jason asked, frowning at Daniel who gazed back indignantly.
"He didn't look like he was up to any good," was all Jack said. "Personally, I think he has the hots for Daniel."
Jason blew air forcefully between his lips. "Who doesn't?"
"Good point," Jack nodded, bringing a toasting clink to Jason's glass.
Daniel made a noise of disgust. "He doesn't...people don't..." and he gave an irritated sigh as he stood up and went to the bureau to make himself another B-52. "Fine, you wanna know what happened, I'll tell you."
"Yes, Daniel, we really want to know," Jack said with heavy sarcasm, gaining a deadly look from Daniel in return.
"He was an old friend of Makepeace's," Daniel said, pouring the kahlua liquor into his small glass.
A collective groan from the assembled.
"He wanted to know where Makepeace disappeared to and I told him that we'd sent him packing after we'd convinced him to leave without his so-called friends."
"That's what you told him?" Jack asked, impressed. "Not bad, Daniel."
"Was that all there was?" Jason asked.
"Daniel? That red mark on Blake's wrist?"
"What red mark?" Jason asked, getting more upset. "Daniel! What red mark?"
He was pouring the Bailey's delicately as the third layer when he blurted out rather casually, "He tried to feel me up."
"What?!!!" the two of them howled, trying to stand up quickly. Jack lost his balance as his calves hit the coffee table and when Jason reached out to steady him, he lost his own balance. They grappled each other until they were steady on their feet, their hands lingering over warm skin before withdrawing. Neither seemed to pay too much attention to their mutual attraction because of the anger each felt over someone coming onto Daniel. Daniel read their reactions easily and it pissed him off.
"I took care of it, guys," told them firmly as a stern frown formed on his brow. The looks on their faces didn't look promising so he made a twisting motion with his hand and they immediately understood what Daniel had done.
Jason suddenly walked over to him, then gestured at the hallway. "Daniel, I need to have a word with you."
Jack tried not to smirk. He knew how Jason felt and if his slight scowl was any indication, Daniel was about to get confronted for keeping secrets. Secrets being plural; he knew by Jason's entire demeanor that Daniel hadn't told him about the kiss and if Jack had been in his place, he'd be pretty worried by now. It was obvious to him that Jason wasn't the kind to let anyone walk over him, even Daniel, and that pleased him.
"Now?" Daniel asked. Uh oh. He knew he'd put it off long enough...but how could Jason know...unless Jack told him. Crap. He sent a dagger over to Jack, then set his glass down and walked down the hall. Jason followed and when Daniel stopped in the hallway, Jason pulled him into the bedroom and shut the door.
"What's going on, Daniel?" he asked, and though he wanted to fold his arms in a self-protective measure, he forced himself to touch Daniel's arm instead.
"You're worried," he stated as he studied Jason's eyes. "Can you tell me about what?"
Jason sighed and stared at him. "Daniel, you hate it when people do that to you. Don't do that to me." He was referring to answering a question with a question.
Daniel sighed and pressed his lips together. "I didn't think that Blake was worth mentioning. I get hit on periodically, though I've never had to twist someone's wrist away. He's not going to do it again, if that's what's worrying you."
Jason dropped his hand from his arm and walked away from him toward the center of the room. "I thought you trusted me, Daniel." Before Daniel could protest, Jason continued. "Why didn't you own up about the kiss?" and he turned to look at him.
Daniel's auto-defenses went up. "I felt guilty, Jace! Am I being accused of something else? Why'd you wait so long to tell me you knew?"
Jason frowned in further worry and anger. "It was for you to tell me, Daniel," he said quietly. "Not for me to spring it on you like some guilt trip. I started to worry about our relationship the longer you took to tell me."
Daniel's defenses started to drop and he slowly walked over to Jason, looked into his eyes, reading him, then slowly hugged him. "I just felt guilty about letting Jack kiss me."
"The longer you took, the more certain I was that you were planning on breaking up with me."
Daniel pulled away, staring into his eyes. "Never." He dropped his own eyes then and touched his forehead to Jason's. "You know how I feel about him and I never wanted to hide that from you."
"And now you know how I'm beginning to feel about him. Honestly Daniel, if I had been jealous, I'd have confronted you about it already. But the thing is, I wasn't jealous," and he frowned. "I'm not sure why, either," then he forced the frown to disappear and he smiled. "I knew how you felt and I really wouldn't have blamed you one bit. I would have kissed him back, too...just as I know you did."
"And?"
"And nothing. Just promise me you won't do anything like this again. No secrets?"
Daniel nodded. "I promise. No secrets. Or at least, ones no more than twelve hours old," and he smiled coyly. "Can't have surprises if you know about them."
Jason growled. "Bad Daniel," he chided gently, then feeling a little better for clearing the air, he started for the door.
Daniel abruptly yanked him back and kissed him...hard. Jason's growing intoxication made him return his embrace immediately, unmindful that they had a guest waiting. Daniel just as suddenly pulled them apart and asked somewhat breathlessly, "Are we okay?"
Jason nodded and pulled him back into another passionate kiss. Neither of them let up and soon had each other worked into a frenzy with their cocks fully erect and wanting. Jason suddenly remembered that Jack was waiting and broke off, pulling Daniel toward the door again. "Let's get back to Jack before he starts feeling left out. We wouldn't want that, now...would...we?" he asked enigmatically. Daniel gave him a perplexed look and stopped him again, studying his eyes.
"Jason, what are you saying? You're not keeping your own secret, are you?"
"No, Daniel. It's only something I've been thinking about letting you know...a decision I've been trying to make."
"What?" Daniel asked, his worry rising again.
Seeing the expression on his face, Jason brought a hand to Daniel's cheek. "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. What I mean is...if you want to have a relationship with Jack, that it's okay with me," and he moved his hand over Daniel's lips to keep him from interrupting. "It hurts me to see you denying yourself something. I know you love Jack, and the only reason I haven't said anything before now is because I wanted you all to myself. I'm selfish."
Daniel pulled his hand away and kissed Jason again, making sure that Jason knew with every fiber in his being that Daniel loved and desired him. When they broke apart, Daniel whispered, "I'll think on it, Jace. For now, let's get back to Jack and have some fun."
Just then a voice yelled from the living room: "I'm lonely! Daniel, if you don't get your ass down here, I'm finding some evening hockey game."
"Come on."
They went back out into the living room and resumed their seats. "Sorry, Jack," then gestured at the board as he sipped at his liqueur. "You get to go first."
"Everything okay?" he asked as he picked up four tiles, holding them in his hand as he waited for the answer.
Jason nodded as he took a sip from his glass. "Everything's just fine, Jack," he said, his voice sounding almost seductive. He then flashed Jack a cryptic smile. Jack frowned, then worked on that mystery as he leaned forward and placed the tiles on his side of the board. The word was dick. Daniel grinned, and put down his own word, damn.
"Hey, aren't you gonna keep score?" Jack asked.
"I thought about it, but if I'm drinking, what's the point?"
"Good point. But how will we know who wins the game?"
"Umm...well, truthfully, I'm only interested in seeing who comes up with what." He grinned then. "It's not a serious game when played this way. Just about anything goes."
Jason winked at Jack then and gave a slight inclination of his head toward Daniel. Jack grinned and winked back. Daniel noticed the exchange and decided to say nothing. The plan he was forming in his head would be better than any payback. Let them have their fun.
Jason put the word, hard, down on the board and that one word directed the content of the words from then on. As Jack's turn came around again, he wickedly chuckled and placed suck my before dick. Daniel and Jason guffawed.
"That's gooood, Jack," Daniel sniggered and then crossed the 'm' with eat me. Jack smirked back.
They all laughed with sexual humour then as Jason added 'ons' to 'hard'. Jack then added 'co' and 'e' to Daniel's 'm' in damn, spelling out come.
"I see a trend developing," Daniel peered coyly over the top of his glasses at the two of them.
"Ya think?" Jack laughed. Daniel continued to look at them over his glasses and Jack turned his look on Jason. "He drive you nuts with that look?"
"All the goddamn time."
Jack harrumphed and laid down the tiles for hole in a separate spot. Daniel looked at each of them, his expression becoming that much worse as his grin widened. He placed 'ki' and 's' over Jason's 's' that was added to hard.
"Little tease," Jack smirked.
"Really," Jason agreed. The both of them gave Daniel very dirty looks. Very dirty.
"What? It's only the word kiss!"
"It's not the word, it's the way you're looking at us. Stop it."
"No, and just who are you calling little?" Daniel asked haughtily, and he cupped himself from his sitting position.
Jack started to say show us what you got, then thought better of it. Daniel would, and then he'd get all hot and bothered. Instead, he simply added 'me' to 'kiss' for kiss me.
Jason gave Jack an interesting look. "Sending out an invitation, Jack?"
Jack reddened, though only a little in his cheeks. He tried to suppress it, but it was too late. He cleared his throat and pretended nonchalance instead. Daniel decided to save Jack's moment and he nodded to Jason, then at the board and Jason added fuck to Jack's 'k'. Daniel smiled broadly and winked at Jack.
"Trying to proposition me, Jason?" Jack asked, only half-kidding, though the thought gave him some very interesting mental images.
Jason grinned. "If I were?" and he looked over at Daniel knowingly. Daniel winked back as if giving his silent permission. Jack noticed the exchange and cleared his throat. Before he could say anything back to Jason, Daniel interrupted.
"Jack, you realize, don't you, that you're spending the night with us?"
"Excuse me?" Jack asked, coughing as he was in the middle of finishing his drink. Daniel knew what he said, and what he meant, but he wanted Jack to relax. He nodded at Jack's glass.
"Oh," Jack said, only slightly relaxing his suddenly tense body. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
The game went on then and the words became even more suggestive. Daniel put down thrust; Jack followed it with ram and Jason set down grind. The alcohol was loosening them up quite nicely by now, and each of them sitting rather uncomfortably as the game progressed. Daniel had been getting more and more turned on by the presence of both of them, and his time with Jason in the bedroom made things...worse. However, he was undaunted. He had a deviously wicked idea forming as he watched the looks going back and forth between Jack and Jason, and decided that Jack might not have a problem with what he had planned. They were running out of tiles quickly, so Daniel thought it was as good a time as any to switch to a very serious sort of game, albeit a fun one.
He got up from the floor slowly, then held out his hand to Jason. Jason gave him a look of curiosity but took his hand and allowed him to lead him over to the couch. Sitting between Jason and Jack, his hand still locked with Jason's, he took hold of Jack's as well. He looked from one to the other, then settled his eyes on Jack.
"It's time to clear the air, I think," and cleared his throat as they both adjusted their seats, turning to face him.
"About what?" Jack asked, finding Daniel's proximity dangerously alluring. He was drunk enough to have let his guard down just a bit, and for once he didn't mind. He trusted Daniel...and he had decided the day before that he'd trusted Jason, too. So the only question on his mind was, what was Daniel up to?
Daniel squeezed Jack's hand. "It's about the kiss. Jason told me that you told him."
Jack was surprised and he immediately wondered where Daniel was going with this. "The point, Daniel?" he asked as he looked across at Jason.
"I think it's only fair to...well...even things up." He looked at them both and raised his eyebrows expectantly.
"Daniel, I think you've had too much to drink," Jack said roughly, and shifted his seat. "What about the game?" he asked, trying to deflect the strangely seductive discussion Daniel seemed bent on.
"I don't care about the game anymore...besides, we're running out of tiles...and you can't blame this one on alcohol."
"So..." Jack began, taking in a deep, slow breath, "What do you mean by evening things up?"
Daniel saw the darkening in Jason's eyes as his lover looked at Jack's lips...the hollow of his throat. Daniel gave a tiny smile. He grabbed Jack by the front of his shirt, pulled on the back of Jason's neck, and brought the two closer together over his lap. "I want you to kiss. It's only fair."
Jack stared at Jason's mouth, unable to look elsewhere, especially into his eyes. His embarrassment was reaching new heights, though his heart was beginning to race with excitement. "Daniel..."
Jason reached up a hand and touched Jack's cheek. "He's right," and he smirked approvingly at Daniel, then slid his hand behind Jack's neck and touched his lips to his. He brushed them lightly at first, adding, "I like his thinking," and he looked into Jack's eyes, then opened his mouth and pushed his tongue into Jack's mouth.
Whether he was feeling too relaxed for his own good, or just thinking the same way, Jack didn't know. What he did know was that Jason tasted good. Too good. He reached up and grabbed Jason by his black hair and kissed him back forcefully, passionately, drawing out a moan from Jason's throat.
Between them, Daniel watched the kiss with intense satisfaction and high arousal. He began to rub over his crotch, then reached out with both hands and rubbed Jack and Jason's obvious erections. They groaned into each other's throats, deepening the kiss and breathing through their noses. Their hands started to move a little bit, caressing hair and skin. Daniel's fingers pressed even harder and one of Jack's hands left Jason to grope and find Daniel's erection. Jason's hand followed suit and soon the two of them worked together - through their continuous kiss that kept changing angles - to unbutton and unzip Daniel's jeans.
Daniel had no idea what to expect when he'd started this. No idea at all. What ended up happening, he couldn't have planned in his wildest dreams and he now found himself the very pleasurable focus of attention. He watched as Jack and Jason kissed, their concentration half on each other and half on him, as they began pulling his jeans down.
Daniel's breathing quickened in feral excitement. Yes! his mind clamored. He wanted both of them...now, at the same time. He cooperated with their attentions and as he lifted his hips, the jeans were down to his knees with frightening efficiency. His shirt was now open, and he hadn't even noticed the fingers unbuttoning. Jack and Jason slowed their kiss, then stopped to look into the other's eyes. Jason couldn't help but feel his need for Jack climbing higher, and Jack...well, he didn't think he could want anyone as much as he wanted Daniel...but here he was...his dick telling him otherwise.
"Let's make love, Jack," Jason whispered. "Let's make love to Daniel." He nipped, pulling at Jack's bottom lip gently.
Jack no longer felt any embarrassment or reluctance of any kind. All he felt was hunger and need, just as Jason did. Their mutual love for Daniel seemed to be igniting this craving they suddenly had.
"Yes," he whispered, biting Jason back, then kissing him feverishly. Daniel felt flushed with excitement, listening to their short exchange and all he wanted right then was to have one of them inside him and he didn't care which. Jack suddenly broke his kiss with Jason, then leaned down and nuzzled along Daniel's neck.
"Is that alright with you, Daniel?" he asked, nipping along the skin.
Daniel's flushed excitement increased. "Yes!" he said, echoing Jason's response with a more urgent tone.
Jack gave Jason a knowing wink at Daniel's enthusiastic reply. Their mouths then descended on Daniel's skin while hands gently caressed his dick and balls. Jack ran his tongue up Daniel's throat, then found and took Daniel's tongue into his mouth. His hand began to stroke Daniel's cock and he abruptly pulled his mouth away to speak against his lips.
"Is this what you want, Daniel?" he asked, suckling his bottom lip just as Jason licked and pulled at a nipple between his teeth. Daniel closed his eyes and nodded an affirmative reply just as Jason nuzzled his neck and slid his fingers over Jack's to join in caressing his cock.
"Is this what you want?" Jason asked, repeating Jack's question, as his fingertips circled over the glans as Jack tightened his fist around the shaft. Daniel breathed out a gasp against Jack's mouth, indicating his approval, and thrust his hips upward, meeting his lovers' demanding touches. Jason moved his hand further down, carefully cupping his balls, squeezing and kneading them ever so gently. Daniel tried to open his legs and couldn't, and he groaned in frustration as his hands tried to push off his jeans.
Jack sat up slowly. "Let's take this to the bedroom," he said huskily, then stood up and grabbed Daniel by the hand. Jason gave Jack a lustful look and took Daniel's other hand as he stood.
"I agree," he said, then pulled Daniel up between them. Daniel's pants fell to his ankles and he stepped out of them. Jack groaned and so did Jason as they beheld the body of the man they adored. Jack turned and led both of them to the bedroom, removing Daniel's shirt as they got there.
Daniel laid on the bed and watched as Jack removed Jason's shirt, jeans, and boxers. Jason followed with the same, taking his time as he finally removed Jack's boxers. They stood before the other, gazing at each other's bodies while Daniel, in turn, watched a secret fantasy coming true as these two beautiful men touched each other. He lazily caressed his chest and his erection while taking in the action before him.
Jack ran a few fingertips over Jason's chest, tweaking the nipples with his fingernails, bringing them to hardness. Jason's hands returned the exotic touches, and started to slide down toward Jack's erection. Jack hissed with lust as Jason touched him and in a typical 'Alpha Jack' response, he took Jason's waist in his hands and pulled the slightly younger man roughly against him. Jason gasped just as Jack took his mouth in a wildly passionate kiss, and he surrendered gladly. Jack's rough and demanding touches along with his tongue seeking deep in his throat made his legs turn to jelly. Jason was putty, and Daniel smiled, knowing that this was how he had thought Jack would respond.
Jack moved them to the bed and they reclined on either side of Daniel. Jason, taking in a few breaths to recover from Jack's bruising kiss, leaned in and whispered in Daniel's ear, something which Jack didn't hear. Daniel looked over at Jack, then ran a sensuous fingertip down his belly.
"Before you start to make love to me, I want to taste you," Daniel said as his hand reached out to caress Jack's skin as he moved over Jack and put him between himself and Jason. Jason reached out and slid his fingertips up Jack's thigh as Daniel found his nipples, suckling, biting, nipping, tasting the saltiness of his sweat. Jack's musky scent aroused him more and he suddenly needed to taste all of him. Jason joined him as Daniel kissed an exploration all over Jack, from his wrists and fingers, down to his ankles and toes.
Jack writhed as those two mouths and tongues teased the pleasure from his body. Then he felt a long-missed sensation: That of a warm wetness as a mouth slid up the shaft of his cock, then two mouths, as they nibbled and tasted him. His fingers clenched into the bed covers as he let himself experience the almost-forgotten touches...with one huge exception. He'd never had two mouths or sets of hands on him before and never would have...if it weren't for his love for Daniel and his attraction to Jason.
Jack couldn't take much more, not if he wanted to hold off his orgasm. He ruefully pulled them away and rearranged himself so that Daniel lay between him and Jason once more. He kissed Daniel with all of his resurfacing desires, and sought out a hand to caress some part of Jason, who was busy watching in fascination as Jack kissed his lover. Jack then broke the kiss, leaving Daniel panting breathlessly, and gave Jason another knowing wink.
Daniel gasped with delight as he was turned on his side and lightly rained with kisses and laving tongue swipes all over his body. His hands found themselves combing through the hair of his two lovers as they kissed and suckled along his inner thighs; Jack in front of him, Jason behind. Those talented tongues found his anal opening and his cock at the same glorious moment. As Jack began to suckle, Jason pushed in and probed with his tongue. Daniel let out a cry of want and pleasure as Jason's tongue seemed to thrust in time with Jack's bobbing head. Their hands continued to caress the skin of his thighs, his chest, as they loved him with their mouths.
Jack suddenly deep-throated Daniel and Jason shoved his long tongue in as far as he could reach, moving the tip in circles. The two seemed to be in uncanny tandem as they caused cries of pleasure that came from somewhere deep in Daniel's throat. Jason's tongue was quickly switched with lubed fingers and Daniel's breathing increased; it was ragged, wanton, and all he wanted was for this exquisite ecstasy to last forever. He relished it, lived in it, cherished it. He didn't want to come just yet, but his orgasm surprised and shocked him as it came rocketing through his body, making him shake and shudder and scream and clutch and grapple. He was incoherent as Jack sucked him voraciously and Jason's fingers found his prostate. The white lightning behind his eyes dimmed somewhat as he felt Jack remove his mouth from his extremely sensitive cock and Jason's fingers slipped out of his ass.
Jason and Jack reached upward and pushed Daniel to his back, kissing him alternately. Jason looked over at Jack, then whispered to Daniel's half-lidded eyes.
"You want Jack inside you?"
Daniel couldn't speak. He moaned softly in growing need and merely nodded as his hands reached to feel both of his lovers. Jack started to protest but Jason reached across and kissed him fiercely. Jack responded immediately, touching him everywhere. Jason pulled away, biting along Jack's chin. "I want you to feel him like I have. Love him like I have."
Needing no further convincing that Jack wanted this, Jason grabbed the lube that he'd deftly secured earlier and coated Jack's cock for him, stroking lovingly as he enjoyed touching the silky flesh. Jack lost himself for a moment in Jason's touch, then felt Jason's hand moving away to urge him into position. Jack spooned up behind Daniel and Jason lifted his thigh, guiding Jack to Daniel's tight opening. Their hands caressed and soothed Daniel's still quaking body and as Jack entered Daniel, both of them moaned with the acute need of feeling the other. It was something Jason understood, and wanted Daniel and Jack to experience together...finally. Jason lay down in front of Daniel and placed Daniel's fingers around his cock, then began to fuck his fist while he watched Jack slowly fuck Daniel from behind.
Daniel felt his fingers around Jason's cock and Jack's cock burying itself deep inside him. The overpowering feelings wouldn't stop and the unintelligible sounds kept escaping his throat. As Jack's cock found his prostate easily, the sounds from Daniel's throat only increased in volume and frequency. All he could focus on was that Jack was fucking him...Jack was fucking him.
Jack's hips rocked faster and Daniel tightened his hand as a result, giving Jason more pleasure as Jason thrust through his fingers. Jason increased his tempo and the eroticism of watching Jack fuck Daniel was too much of a turn on. He came over Daniel's hand, jerking violently into his stroking fist, screaming Daniel's name and reaching forward to kiss him hard and fierce. He broke away as his body continued to shudder and tremble.
Jack watched with lustful fascination as Jason's face contorted in his long, hard orgasm, his mouth fish-gaping and his body convulsing. Jack's thrusts increased as he wanted to bury himself deeper into Daniel. Daniel suddenly raised his knee to his chest, then turned his body, causing Jack to slip out of him. Jack protested until he saw Daniel move to his back, lift both his knees to his chest and felt him deftly place his cock back at his entrance. He pushed hard, lifting Daniel's legs behind his knees. He began to pound into him as Daniel urged him on.
"Fuck me, Jack!" Daniel cried as put out a hand to grasp at Jason's chest, his face. Jason leaned in and kissed him hard, shoving his tongue down his throat, then pulled away to watch Daniel's face as Jack pleasured him.
"Yes, do it, Jack!" he whispered harshly. "Make Daniel come once more."
Jack lowered his head and bit into Daniel's neck as he began to swivel and circle his hips while thrusting hard. The effect massaged the hell out Daniel's sweet spot and rubbed a delicious friction around his own cock. He repeated the movements and couldn't hold back any longer.
"Oh my God...Danny!" he warned breathlessly, then pounded a few hard and fast strokes and short, strangled gasps escaped his throat as he poured himself into Daniel. His back arched and his head tossed back as he went rigid, the shudders plowing through him in tremendous waves.
Daniel howled as his second orgasm hit him, triggered by Jack's hot fluid. "Oh God, Jack, yes!" and a sob caught in his throat as the white explosion travelled through him; over him. Jason's mouth found his and kissed him deep and sweet.
Jack reached out and caressed Jason's and Daniel's faces as they kissed, then he lowered himself and pressed his lips to theirs. Kisses were shared then, moving languidly as their bodies attempted to calm. Jack gingerly slipped out of Daniel and moved back to spoon behind him, pulling at Jason's hips to snuggle up close to Daniel so that the two of them placed him in a human sandwich.
Surrounded by the warmth of the two men he loved more than life itself, Daniel was finally able to find his voice. Jack nuzzled behind his neck and made him giggle as it tickled just a bit. "Thanks for letting us love you, Jack," he whispered, squeezing Jack's arm to his chest. He didn't see that it was he who had been the one to receive the loving.
"You're so welcome, Daniel, but it was you we shared the loving of," Jack said softly behind his ear. Jason murmured in agreement and the two of them held Daniel firmly, with all the love they could give him. Just as it should be.
Jack opened his eyes and felt himself abandoned as he realized he was alone in Daniel's bed.
Daniel's bed.
He sat up quickly. It hadn't been some happily bizarre dream then? He groaned. No, no dream. But no partner...partners....to wake up next to, either. He looked over at the bedside clock. Almost midnight. Shit! Well, wait a minute. They had two days down time, didn't they? He didn't have to worry about getting back to sleep. But where the hell was Daniel? And Jason?
Jason. He lay back down. Jason. He'd made love with Jason. Well, not completely, but Jason had made love to him...tasted him. Funnily enough, Jack didn't have a problem with being with Jason as well as with Daniel. It's just that the possessive part of him wanted Daniel all to himself and he figured Jason felt the same.
As he lay there thinking over what the three of them had shared earlier, he became aware of the sounds outside of the bedroom. The shower was running; there was noise also coming from the kitchen. Color and a strange object suddenly caught his eye and he looked to his right and saw something draped on the side of the bed. A pair of silk boxer shorts, cream-colored. He sat up and looked at them more closely. A white rose, tinged with pink and peach lay on top of a note that lay over the silk boxers. With two fingers, he slipped the note out from under the rose.
Hello, gorgeous. Jason and I got hungry for food. Have a shower and join us....please. Daniel. PS -- the shorts are for you as I've tossed your clothes in the wash with mine and Jason's. xx
"Bastard's already getting soppy," Jack thought with a tiny smile as he fingered the stem of the rose, then the waistband of the shorts. Hooking a finger, he drew them into his hand. An assortment of odd questions came to him. One, were these Daniel's? Two, were they Jason's? Three, why did he have this weird feeling that he was now the lover of not just one, but two beautiful men? He picked up the rose and smelled it's strong scent. He suddenly remembered that Daniel had rose bushes out back.
The sound of the shower was now gone, he realized, so he got up and went to the bedroom door, opening it a crack to peek through. The bathroom was open. There'd better be some hot water left or it would be cold shower time. He grabbed the rose and the shorts and made his way to the bathroom unseen.
Daniel poured himself a straight shot of Grand Marnier, tasting it with the tip of his tongue. It was sweet, but burning with high alcohol content. In a B-52, the Bailey's Irish Cream tended to nullify that, but not by much. Jason walked up behind him and stuck his pinky tip into the small glass, then brought it to his lips and sucked the flavor off.
"Mmmmm," he said in suggestive moan. "Can I rub this on you?" Daniel leered at him in response.
"Only if I get to do it first," Jack said.
The two young men turned and saw Jack leaning against the hallway wall, his arms folded across his bare chest. Daniel so loved the look of Jack's forearms when he did that. He took a deep breath. Jason nudged him, his eyes focusing on Jack's boxers.
"Told you that color would look great on him," Jason commented as he looked at Jack appreciatively. "It sets his tan off amazingly...not to mention those abs."
Daniel nodded agreement. "It does."
Jack rolled his eyes, and walked over to the two, dipping his own pinky into the glass of liqueur. "Why are my clothes in the wash, Danny?" he asked as he sucked on his finger....very slowly. In his other hand, he held the rose.
"Um, well, because they had a little bit of liquor smell and they were rumpled on the floor of the bedroom. I hadn't vacuumed yet. So...the, um...." and he hesitated as Jack drew the soft petals of the rose down over the skin of his chest and abdomen, ".....the wash." Daniel inhaled deeply, the sound almost a slow gasp, then he held his breath. Jack then did the same thing to Jason, and he got the same response.
"I'd like to thank the two of you for such a nice time earlier. I have but one question," he stated as he continued the rose caress between the two of them. Daniel and Jason only raised their eyebrows, waiting. Jack knew the answer to his question already, but his ego demanded verification. "Was this a one-time only?" He scanned his eyes down their bodies purposely, noting the silk boxers each of them wore. Daniel wore this teal blue color; Jason, a deep burgundy red that was almost chocolate brown. The shorts looked extraordinarily beautiful on them.
Jason and Daniel looked at each other, then at Jack, and shook their heads. "No."
"This wasn't a one time thing. You know me better."
Jack nodded. "I do, but I had to ask anyway. Think of it as my old man's ego."
In unison: "You're not old."
"Christ, Jack! You're only nine years older than me. Hardly my father, for cryin' out loud."
"Or mine," Jason said.
Jack frowned. "How old are you Jason?"
"Thirty nine."
Jack's eyes widened just then. "Fuck! What's the date?"
Daniel smirked. "The 8th. Just."
"Damn!" He pulled Daniel into a hugely suffocating hug. Not that Daniel was complaining, but he'd had to hand the glass off to Jason before it spilled. Jason set it down on the bureau behind him.
"Happy Birthday, Daniel," Jack murmured into his neck.
Jason smiled happily as he watched Daniel melt into Jack's arms because Jack remembered. Daniel's face became all emotional and tears came to his eyes.
"Thanks," he said, his voice muffled against Jack's neck. "Thanks for remembering."
"No problem, Danny. Don't think I never noticed, it's just that we've--"
"Always been in a crisis on my birthday, I know," Daniel finished for him.
Jack pulled away then, looking over at Jason. "Well, my present's at my house. Where's yours?"
"My apartment."
"What can we give him now, I wonder?" and Jack dipped his head to nuzzle his nose along Daniel's cheek. Daniel was becoming unnerved at a suddenly romantic Jack. He didn't quite know how to act.
"I don't need anything."
"What?" Jack asked.
"Uh oh," Jason warned as he saw the look in Daniel's eyes as he wiped them with the back of his hand.
"What?" Jack asked.
"He's gonna get sappy."
"I am not!" Daniel protested, laughing with embarrassment because it was true.
"Yes you are."
"Am not."
"Are."
"Okay, then, tell me what I didn't say," Daniel demanded.
Jason looked at Jack. "He's thinking how we are his presents."
Jack quirked a smug smile at Daniel. "Yeah, that sounds right. You're such a sap."
Daniel knew he wasn't going to win this one so he folded his arms over his chest and smirked at the both of them. "Best presents I've ever had, although I'm starting to think that I may be overstating that a bit."
Jack and Jason snorted, then gathered him up in a collective hug and kissed him in exaggerated fondness on both cheeks. Daniel couldn't help but feel special, even if the moment was tinged in laughter. And perhaps that was the best thing. He pulled away from them, feeling nervous and uncomfortable, as he always did with too much sentimentality aimed at him.
"Are you hungry, Jack? I'm heating up the food you brought. Thanks by the way."
"You're welcome and I'm not in the mood for reheated Chinese food. But....where's that....ah...there it is..." and he zeroed in on the corner table where the pizza box had been set. He peered inside and there was some left. He grabbed the box and brought to the kitchen, dropping it down on the table. Jason and Daniel took out the boxes of Chinese food from the oven and stood against the counter, sharing containers, while Jack sat at the table, eating the cold pizza; the two regarding Jack with amusement while Jack merely looked smug and self-satisfied. He loved cold pizza, providing it was made from a decent kitchen, and this was. Daniel never ordered bad pizza.
With his mouth half full, Jack asked, "So, after food, what then?"
Daniel snorted, swallowing quickly to keep from choking, then said, "Oh, that's attractive."
Jack immediately thought, I'll show you unattractive, you little shit.
"I need somefing to dwink," Jack said as his mouth was stuffed with another bite. Daniel started laughing and opened the fridge. He grabbed a beer and held it up, waving it.
Jack held out his hand, smudged with a little tomato sauce, and waved his fingers. "Gimme." Daniel walked over and handed to him, and the opener from the drawer, then returned to Jason's side. Jack was putting on a show. Funny thing was, Daniel knew it and Jason didn't...and Daniel kept his mouth shut.
Jack twisted off the bottle cap and tossed across the kitchen to land with a loud plunk in the sink. He tilted his head back and drank a good third of the beer, then took a large bite from the next slice of pizza, chewing noisily. Suddenly he got up, belched loud and long, pushed out his stomach grotesquely, his posture completely out of whack, and said:
"I gotta piss," then exited, scratching his ass. Daniel brought a hand to his mouth quickly to keep from falling apart and ruining Jack's momentous show: Jack had left tomato smears on the ass of his new boxers....silk boxers.
Jason's mouth was agape as he stared after Jack who disappeared down the hall. He turned to look at Daniel, not understanding what Daniel found so funny. It was interesting how he could read Daniel well one way, and not another.
"I don't believe what I just saw. Was that Jack O'Neill?"
Daniel nodded, finally losing it so bad that tears were coming down his face. He couldn't answer Jason even if he wanted to.
"I can't believe I wanted to fuck him..." Jason said, still in shock, and Daniel lost it even more. He slid down the front of the lower cabinets until his ass hit the floor, then fell over, his forehead hitting the floor with a very mild thump.
"What the hell's so funny, Daniel?"
Nothing made Jack prouder than being able to make Daniel laugh. He looked down at the ass of his shorts and groaned. He slid them off and found the homemade stuff he knew Daniel kept under the sink. He set the shorts in the sink and started soaking them in stain solution, then stood there for a moment. This would take a while. He looked down at his now-nude self and shrugged. Not like they haven't seen it already. He started back down the hall, hearing Jason ask Daniel what the hell was so funny, and Daniel laughing so hard he couldn't talk; laughing so hard he was wheezing. Jack grinned. Perfect. He'd have tears down his face if he was wheezing. He heard Daniel start to cough, which was a sign that his laughing fit was nearly over but when Jack showed his nude self in the kitchen and caught the sight of Daniel on the floor and Jason squating next to him, Daniel lost it all over again.
Jason didn't mean to make it worse but Daniel was in one of those rare fits. Jason asked, "Will one of you tell me what the fuck is going on?" and at the cuss word, Daniel knew Jason was getting irritated and it only made him laugh harder. The look on Jack's face at seeing him on the floor, then remembering the sight of the ass-scratching bear that had left here not ten minutes before - well, he started wheezing all over again.
It took another five minutes for Daniel to get over his laughing fit, but finally, he was. Jason helped him to his feet and glared at Jack, as he'd already been doing for five silent minutes, and had Daniel sit down at the table. Jack sat back down in the chair he'd been sitting in previously and took another long swig from his beer. Jason was about to ask Jack not to repeat that disgusting sequence again, but he suddenly noticed the subtle change in Jack's behavior. He relaxed in the chair, but his back was straight. He crossed an ankle over a knee and showed that his stomach was indeed flat, not paunched, and when he burped the second time, he covered it with the back of his hand.
Jason realized he'd seen a show; an act. Judging by Daniel's reaction, it had to have been for his benefit, and not to turn Jason off or tease him. He stood against the counter staring at the two of them. He didn't know whether to be angry with Jack or not. Or with Daniel.
"So....this was all an act?" he asked.
Jack cleared his throat. "I'm sorry, Jason, but whenever Daniel pulls that haughty act with me, telling me my manners are bad by saying 'oh, that's attractive', it's a sign for me to become even more like a slob. And I do it because most of the time, it makes Daniel laugh 'til he can't talk. I rarely get to hear that and I just couldn't resist." Jack raised his beer bottle at Daniel in a single toast. "Happy Birthday, you little shit."
Daniel gave a short laugh and wiped his eyes. "Thanks, Jack. That was priceless. You got tomato on the shorts....which are, where?"
"I noticed that, Daniel, and they're currently soaking in the sink."
"Oh, well, I better get something else for you to wear then," and he started to get up but Jack held him off with a raised hand.
"Don't bother, Danny, I'm fine."
"You don't mind sitting there in the nude....with....all of your....equipment....showing?"
Jack laughed. "That's a silly thing to ask, Daniel. You've already seen it a thousand times."
"In the showers, yes, but that's...different. And earlier....that was different. I was....well, occupied."
Jack and Jason both laughed and Jack asked, "And this is..." and he gestured at his open display, made more open by his crossed knee, "..what?....disturbing you?"
"Um, no....it's...."
"Distracting..." Jason finished, then turned his eyes away, no longer able to look at Jack without developing a hard on.
Jack sensed the heat was being turned up again so maybe it was time to see just what else might happen. As he thought of ideas, it suddenly occurred to him that Jason was odd man out here...as he'd not received anything 'glowing' from either of them. Hmmm. Formulating a plan, he said, "Well, why don't you guys grab yourselves something to drink and meet me back in the bedroom...unless you want me to sleep on the couch?"
"No," they echoed.
"Good," and Jack stood up, proud, lean, muscular, and on his way to becoming hard again. He grabbed another beer out of the fridge, opened it, and walked back to the bedroom, casting the two of them meaningful glances over his shoulder.
Jason turned to Daniel. "How does he do that?"
"Do what?" Daniel asked, his breath shortening for other reasons, and stood up. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.
"Make himself look both sexy and alluring one moment, and a complete turn off the next?"
"I don't know, Jace. He's just very good at it. Keeps people who don't know him guessing all the time. That dumb act, for instance?"
"Oh, yeah, I caught on to that. You can't be stupid and fly jets. It's contradictory. How the hell does anyone fall for that?"
"Because there are stupid people on the ground, that's how."
Jason grunted in agreement and walked over to the bureau. "Shall we?" he asked, picking up the neck of the Grand Marnier bottle between two fingers. Daniel grinned back and walked over to him, then picked up the small glass still filled with the liqueur and emptied it into his mouth. He swallowed most of it, but pulled Jason into a hard kiss, giving him the rest of the liqueur in his mouth. Jason drank eagerly, then ended the kiss abruptly.
"Shall we go give some to Jack?" he asked, his eyes darkening, his voice deepening.
Daniel nodded, but held Jason up. "Don't think I've not noticed."
"What?"
"That we forgot you."
"You haven't. I've been busy watching the two of you. Besides, you did take care of me," he added with a smirk.
Daniel leered. "Not like we are going to," then pulled him in and whispered into his ear, "You want to fuck him, don't you?"
"Another time, yes, but today is your day."
Daniel kissed him again, nodding, accepting Jason's offer. "Okay, but tomorrow or the next day..."
Jason waved off the suggestion, then leered, "What would you like for the rest of this night?"
"You really want to know?"
"Daniel...I know you want him."
"Yes, but..."
"What?"
Daniel pressed his lips to Jason's ear as his hand travelled down and took his cock in hand. "I want to watch him fuck you. I know he wants to and I know you want it, too." At those words, Daniel watched Jason's eyes half-close at the thought, and he looked down as Jason's cock started to fill in his hand. He smiled hugely as his lover melted at the words...and his touch. "I'm ready for a game. Are you?"
"Yes," Jason whispered, his tone heavy with want.
"What kind?"
"I think you know."
"Then let's go."
Jack sat down in the chair by the dresser, stroking himself, waiting for his two lovers to come in. The very thought made him shiver. One thing he thought that Daniel would get off on would be watching himself and Jason, just as he had gotten off on watching him undress Jason earlier. This time, Jack planned to do a lot more. He wondered what Daniel had in mind and hoped it was as good as the idea that was already formed in his mind.
When the two walked in, carrying the bottle of liqueur, he knew what he wanted to do. He stood up and walked over to Jason, his eyes on the man's boxers. Jason was already as hard as he was. Jack sent a smile to Daniel, then wrapped an arm around Jason's waist and pulled him tightly against him, rubbing his cock against the fabric that covered Jason's. He was about to kiss Jason when Daniel took a swig from the bottle and grabbed him by the neck. He kissed him roughly, forcing the liquid into his mouth, letting it dribble outside the corners. The stuff burned deliciously. Daniel did it again, to Jason this time, savoring the taste of alcohol from their mouths.
"Jack?" Daniel began huskily. "Do you remember that story you read...the one with the guy going alpha male on his lover...against the wall? You know the one," and he pulled Jason away and pushed him against the wall by the bed. "Hands on either side of his head, pinning him..."
Jack thought, Daniel likes it rough, too.
"Daniel?" Jason asked, wondering what he had in mind, but loving it nonetheless. Daniel's idea took over and the alcohol was set aside and forgotten.
Jack knew what Daniel meant and he moved over and set his hands to either side of Jason's face and then leaned in, his face less than a few inches away. He stared intently at Jason's lips, his throat, in his eyes, around his face....stared with lustful intensity, using that gaze that Daniel had told him a few weeks ago could melt stone.
Jason felt it. That deep ache of want that seemed to ripple through every part of him. He understood what Daniel was doing; he was acting out something he'd read.
While Jack stared at him, devouring him with his eyes, and his air of alpha male possessiveness, Jason asked, "So this is what you've been reading instead of journals and articles?"
Daniel sidled up next to him. "Partly. During the mission on that miserable Kelowna planet, I was arguing with Jack in this private room about the naquadria, and we really weren't getting anywhere..."
"So Daniel started to tell me about this story he'd read," Jack murmured as he began to inhale Jason's skin, his scent, along his jawline, all the while keeping his gaze locked on Jason's eyes.
"Damn it, Jack!" Jason whispered.
"He described the story in detail, so when we got home, I read it the first chance I had."
Jack repeated what he'd done before, only this time, he licked over Jason's throat with the tip of his tongue. Jason shuddered and Jack smiled at the reaction he'd created.
"In the story, no one gets to use the bed. You're on your feet the entire time," Daniel whispered in Jason's ear, licking just underneath. "The story was of a trio, Jace. The man was thoroughly fucked and sucked at the same time," and he ran his tongue up the ridge of his ear.
"You want that?" Jack asked, then ran the tip of his tongue over Jason's lips.
"Yes!" Jason managed.
Daniel stepped away and moved behind Jack, rubbing himself against his ass as he kissed the back of his neck. "Go for it, Jack. I'm going to watch for a bit." Daniel went over and lay back on the bed, grabbing for the lube from the corner of one of the pillows. Jason watched him, his breathing hitching as Daniel's lubed fingers wrapped around his cock.
Jack watched as well, then turned back to Jason and kissed him, slowly, tenderly, feeling Jason relax as his tongue delved into his mouth in gentle exploration, tasting the left over alcohol. His hands roamed everywhere, caressing, kneading, massaging. He pulled away from the kiss and moved out of Jason's embrace, turning him around and walking him backward away from the wall so that he was in the middle of the room. He repeated his caresses, with his lips, with his hands, pressing into him, rubbing his cock between Jason's buttocks. He was so ready for this.
"Daniel..." Jack called softly...then settled his mouth behind Jason's ear. "Do you want this, Jason?" he asked.
Jason whispered back, "Please."
Daniel got up off of the bed, his cock very hard and slick now, and dropped to his knees. He coated Jack's fingers, then squeezed out more to coat Jack's dick, sliding his hand luxuriously up and around the shaft and the head, making sure he was coated liberally. Without removing his hand from Jack's organ, Daniel gave Jason a long lustful look as he moved in front of him and opened his mouth. He stared into Jason's eyes, then snaked his tongue over the head of his cock, then took his glans into his mouth. Jason hissed in pleasure, then his louder when Jack's fingers entered him and began a slow, deep probing. Jason couldn't help but moan loudly and drop his head back on Jack's shoulders, savoring the feeling. Daniel knew that Jason would be open enough, so he reached around and pulled Jack's fingers from his ass, then guided the head of Jack's cock against him. Jason's eyes opened wide and his mouth dropped as he felt the pleasure of Jack pushing in. It was very difficult to hang on, what with Daniel's mouth loving his cock in an excruciatingly slow way and Jack's cock slowly penetrating him from behind.
Jack pushed harder, holding firmly to Jason's waist, feeling himself sliding deeper into his hot, tight body. The man was different than Daniel, but the same. There was the same silky heat, the same tightness, but the complete feel of him was somehow different. Jack loved it.
Daniel roamed his hands up over Jason's belly, then out to find Jack's hands at his waist. He ran his tongue lovingly up and down Jason's shaft, then underneath to lave at his balls. Jason moved his legs apart and felt Jack slide into him even deeper. He made only gasping noises as Jack buried himself to the hilt and stopped, waiting for the tightness to relax. Daniel's hands moved around to Jack's ass and kneaded them, just as he took the head of Jason's cock into his mouth once more...and sucked.
Jason found his voice then, gasping out, "Ohgodohgod," and grabbed Jack's hands as Daniel moved his mouth ever so slowly over his cock - in, out, up, down, the movement became mesmerizing. Jack began to move then, watching Daniel going down on Jason's flesh and adjusted his strokes to match Daniel's tantalizing mouth. He sped up quickly and so did Daniel, both of them sensing that Jason wasn't going to be able to wait much longer.
The overpowering feelings of both Daniel's warm, wet mouth, and Jack's long hard cock was bringing Jason close to the edge. All he needed was to feel Jack move faster and harder.
"Jack," he whispered, and the message in that one word was enough. Jack began to thrust harder, his breath coming in shorter pants and gasps, matching Jason's. He bit gently on the back of Jason's neck, then pulled on the lobe of his ear just as he thrust even harder. "Oh God!" Jason cried out as Daniel pressed his mouth to squeeze and suck harder. "Daniel...oh God," and he suddenly clamping down on Jack's firm hands. Jack felt him tightening around his cock and he groaned.
"Goddamn it, you feel so good," he growled against his ear as he thrust home, harder and faster, as Daniel moved with the motion, sucking at the head of his cock. Jason suddenly cried out at the double assault, the tension and stimulation in his body having reached its peak; he came pouring down Daniel's throat as Jack sped up and rammed into him, somehow lengthening the time of his release. The exquisite convulsing around his cock brought Jack's orgasm rippling through him and he wrapped his arms around Jason's chest and held on as his cock poured its fluid into his lover's body.
Without either of his lovers paying him much attention, Daniel didn't wait for their afterglow to recede and guided them to lie on the bed. The only sound made was a complaining groan from each throat as Jack's softening cock slipped from Jason's body.
"Do you want me to wait?" Daniel whispered to Jack as he lay down next to him and pulled him onto his back. Jack emphatically shook his head, recovering his awareness a little more quickly, and still feeling that need for Daniel to fill him. He pulled at Daniel's body as he lifted his legs, needing him now.
Breathless with the anticipation of it, Daniel leaned over and kissed Jack with hungry impulse as he took the lube and coated himself again. He felt as if he would explode as he reached between Jack's legs and pushed his fingers inside, twisting and probing. After a few seconds, Jack impatiently pushed his hand away.
"Now, please, Daniel. I need to feel you," Jack panted. Jason lay beside them, loving this, loving to watch them. He reached between them with a lazy hand and guided Daniel's cock to Jack's entrance while Daniel busied himself kissing Jack and running his fingers through his hair. Daniel lifted up on his forearms as he held back from pushing inside, making Jack groan with impatience, so he gave him a mischievous smile and pushed into him, groaning himself at the hot, sweet feel of Jack. He shuddered as Jason ran a hand up and down his spine as he leaned over to bite softly at his shoulder. He didn't say a word; he merely smiled against his skin, letting Daniel know he loved what they were doing.
Jack gasped as Daniel sheathed himself slowly, the sound barely able to leave his lips as his eyes closed and his neck arched. Daniel moved in further and finally remembered to breathe as he waited for Jack to relax, then pushed in a little more. It seemed he waited an eternity until he felt something open within Jack, and his hot, wet muscles greeted his flesh easily. Jack moaned and gasped with the euphoric pleasure of it as Daniel moved within.
The feel of being completely inside Jack, finally...it was divine. Daniel languorously moved, sliding in and out, feeling his need and want increasing with each slow thrust. "Jack...you feel so good," he whispered. Adjusting his hips, he was startled when Jack cried out.
"Jack?"
"It's good, Danny...don't stop...wanted this for a long time," he panted, locking his hands over Daniel's hips. "Fuck me harder, Danny," he begged, "faster," and Daniel thrust just a little faster, afraid to hurt him, but Jack insisted again and again, and when he pushed hard, Jack cried out for more. Jason then reached between them again, only this time, curling his fingers around Jack's cock, massaging expertly as he encouraged Jack's flesh back to life. In response, Jack's hand came up behind his head and grasped his hair, pulling him to his mouth to kiss him hard. Jack's hand was just in front of Daniel's mouth, so he kissed and nipped at his fingers, his breath now coming in shorter pants. Jack other hand suddenly clamped onto his ass as he thrust his body upward.
Encouraged, Daniel gave him what he wanted, just as he gave it to himself. He felt that familiar tightening heat in his belly, his balls and it surrounded him as a light flashed behind his eyes.
"OHGOD!" he cried out. He felt the tingling and the heat and he let go, thrusting madly into Jack's body, partially aware of Jack's loud vocal cries meeting with his own. He froze up suddenly as his body shook; he was coming already, and it was blinding, intense, and so fucking unbelievable. He felt Jack's body shudder underneath him and around his cock, squeezing the semen from him as it hit his lover's prostate. Jason kissed and nipped at Jack's shoulder as his hand milked the orgasm from him, sending wave after wave of pleasure throughout Jack's body as muscles pulled the rest of Daniel's orgasm from him.
Daniel leaned in and kissed him deeply as his orgasm subsided, then Jack lowered his legs and his cock pulled from his body. Jack groaned and wrapped his arms about him, kissing over his temple.
"Thank you, Daniel," he whispered.
"Thank you, too, Jack," Daniel whispered in return. He then moved, adjusting his position and theirs until they laid with their heads against the pillows.
It seemed that this was what they needed to exhaust them, for Jason and Jack were soon off to sleep before him. Though Daniel felt his body strangely energized, he was sleepy, too, so he pulled the comforter from the end of the bed up and over them, then spooned up between them. He gave his lovers slow, tender kisses before he let a peaceful sleep begin to claim him. As he drifted off, he thought about his birthday, about being thirty-seven years old. He knew Sam and Teal'c would likely be by, and Janet, too. Though he appreciated their friendship and loved them very much, he knew he'd already received the only gifts he would ever want or need, birthday notwithstanding.
The next afternoon, Daniel was busying himself with an easy dinner; homemade soft tacos. Unfortunately, he found that he didn't have all of the fixings he needed to satisfy his sudden craving, so he left Jack and Jason to their own devices (a dubious decision at best) and ran up to the store. He hadn't taken very long and as he returned and headed to the front door, he heard Jack and Jason's voices coming from the living room. He couldn't quite make out what they were saying but their volume was getting loud. As he placed his hand on the doorknob, he distinctly heard:
"What? How the hell can you say that about him? You are sooo losin' it!"
That was Jack's voice. Uh oh. They're fighting. Ohhh shit.
He opened the door and stepped inside quickly, preparing to act as referee. He'd hoped they'd get along. However, was wrong; they weren't fighting. They were sitting on the couch, beer and popcorn in front of them, and a baseball game on in front of them. They turned and greeted him with quick, loving smiles and then turned their attention back to the game. Another round of arguing over player actions started up again. Daniel shook his head and wandered into the kitchen with the grocery sack hanging precariously from his arms, which he let plop down onto the kitchen table. He glanced back as the two men on the sofa began another 'loud' debate over infield fly rules and he rolled his eyes.
"I am so doomed."
Fin