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brainofckHello, all! Here is Part 2. Part 3, and possibly Part 4, will not be posted til the whole thing is done, because there's a couple of thousand words of mission fic to write for Part 4, and I'm scared once I really get into it, it will backwash into things that are needed to set it up in Part 3, and I will have painted myself into a corner.
I'm actually a little chicken to post this Part 2, in case there's upstream stuff that's needed in this section. But I'm pretty sure there's not. Also, since I'm not announcing these yet, I may actually make revisions to Part 2, if needed. If I do that, I'll let you know when I post the next part.
Still, I'm pretty sure this is ready. So here it is! :D
Oh! Also, I started writing this last year on August 22. It is my goal to have it posted, complete, on or before it's first year anniversary.
Title: Skeletal Remains (2/3 or 4)
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
muck_a_luck, posting in brainofck
Pairing: JO/SC, JO/SC/DJ, JO/DJ, JO/CM, JS/RM/VMD implied
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A terrible, horrible stranded story.
Content/warnings: Character death. I can't emphasize this enough. I have been referring to this as the character death fic of doom.
Words: Full piece is over 11,865 words and counting. This section is 3,376 or so.
Beta: None! Bwahahahahahaha!
Disclaimer: If anybody is planning a script like this for SG-1, I'm certainly not going to claim any rights to it. However, I'd be delighted to work in a co-writing/consulting/first-reader/advisory-type capacity, with my fee to be negotiated at that time. :D
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only.muck_a_luck and brainofck
The Matrix: Years. The Matrix is located here.
Part 1 is here.
They lay tangled together in his bed. She was sprawled over him, head resting on his shoulder, soft hair tickling his nose. It was one of his oldest, simplest dreams about her, as wonderful in life as it had been in his head. She made a contented mmmmmmm sound in her sleep. Jack lay awake in the darkness, breathing her in.
They woke in the broad daylight,
She was propped on one elbow over him, tracing random patterns on his chest, smiling to herself.
A sweet, genuine smile. She had been so tired and sad over the past year. It was good to see light in her eyes again.
He was glad she'd said yes.
She laughed suddenly and flopped back onto the thin pad they'd slept on, their two bedrolls shoved together and combined now.
"What's so funny?" he asked drowsily.
"I just never would have thought I had a chance with you, with Daniel around."
"I cannot believe you just said that," he replied slowly. "Is there anything the two of you won't say these days?"
"Oh, please," she said, turning on her side to look at him, gorgeous and golden and rumpled. "Every single person on the base knows."
She sat up suddenly, looking down at him in alarm.
"Something happened between you, didn't it! You had a fight or something and broke up!" she gasped.
"Oh, fer cryin' out loud!" he said, sitting up as well, grabbing her by the shoulders and bearing her back down again into the blankets. She looked hurt and confused, the happy, relaxed look long gone.
"Nothing 'happened' between us," he said firmly. "And nobody ever 'knew' anything about me and Daniel. No more than they ever 'knew' anything about me and you, anyway."
Her expression stayed perplexed.
"So both of us..." she trailed off, as if processing the idea. "Okay. So. What made you propose to me and not him?" She sounded thoughtful, a little uncertain. "Because if you had asked me, I would have bet on Daniel. The two of you... I mean, it's got to have been there since Abydos..."
"Yeah, well," Jack hoped he didn't look as embarrassed as he suddenly felt. "Daniel pointed out how I had always wanted to get together with you and now it was possible. He made it pretty clear that I was proposing to you and he wasn't taking 'no' for an answer."
Oh. Teal'c would have been jealous of the cold look and the one lifted brow
"Look! I would have gotten around to it! Just..." He groped for words that would dig him out of the hole he was in. "Anyway, it certainly didn't seem like he was sitting there thinking, hmmm, I can finally have Jack now. You know."
The cool look turned determined again.
"Well, you need to do the right thing and work this out with him."
"Carter," he said sternly, "I told you. There's nothing to work out. Daniel's straight. I proposed to you and we got married. End of story. As far as I'm concerned, it's 'til death do us part."
"Well, forget it," she said, shoving him off and sitting up again. "I'm calling this off until you sort this out with Daniel. We both know there's something between you. Maybe Daniel hasn't recognized it. But if we're going to be here, together, for years, or forever, eventually Daniel will figure it out, and I think it would be a lot better if we just deal with everything up front, don't you?"
Jack rolled his eyes.
"Fine," he said, and followed it with a quick tackle that caught her completely off guard. For some reason they always forgot how fast he was. "Tomorrow."
Jack waited for Daniel outside by the fire.
"Hungry?" Jack asked.
"Nah," Daniel replied, thumping down onto the log. The same place Sam sat two nights ago, Jack thought idly. "I found a new stash of those local power bars. Want one?" he reached for his pack, which Jack noted fondly was full of power bars and books.
He accepted the offered bar, and munched thoughtfully.
"So," said Jack.
"So?" asked Daniel.
"So," agreed Jack. "My wife's cut me off."
Daniel stared at him across the fire.
"No," he said.
"Oh, yes," said Jack with amusement.
"But it's only been two days since I left. What did you do?!"
"It's what I didn't do, actually," Jack said, smile fading a little. He took a deep breath and stood. He walked across to sit by Daniel on the log. He sat close to him. Not quite touching. Daniel turned his body a little to maintain eye contact.
"Did you ever hear the rumors about us?"
"Of course," Daniel said, sounding confused. "Though most people didn't think Sam would do that."
Jack's eyes narrowed. "But I would?"
Daniel shrugged with a disarming half-smile. Jack got lost a moment, watching the firelight play across his features. When Daniel's smile faded in confusion, Jack shook it off and got back on topic.
"Anyway... No, not 'us' me and Sam. 'Us' me and you."
Daniel blinked.
"So that's a no, then?"
"Me and you?" Daniel said.
"Yeah. Well. Sam put a lot of stock in those rumors. So much that she cannot believe that we haven't had something going on for years."
"Me and you?" Daniel repeated, sounding a little panicked.
"I tried telling her you're straight..."
"You're straight!" Daniel cut him off.
"Don't make assumptions, Daniel, and quit interrupting. Anyway, I explained to her that she had it wrong, but she said she wasn't going any farther with me until you and I got our act together."
"Right. Well! That's easy to fix. I'll just tell her..." But what he was going to tell her faded away as Jack continued to stare at him. He was so handsome and touchable. Firelight made him a romantic figure. But deserts and dirt did, too. Maybe it was Jack.
"Oh."
"Yeah. Anyway, it's just the three of us now, and Sam didn't want us to get too far along before you realized what was going on."
"But... We're not... I mean, there's nothing... God, Jack!"
He stood suddenly. Not to get away from him, Jack thought, but from the restless energy that unexpected new discoveries tended to lend him. Jack rose with him and waited for the stammering babble to stop.
"So now what?" Daniel asked, rounding on him. "What do we have to do so that Sam can take you back?"
"I've already done it. She wanted me to be sure that you knew, if you had somehow managed to miss this all this time."
"And he's supposed to make you an offer."
Sam's voice made them both jump. She was sitting hidden in the shadows of the ramp up to the ship, quietly listening to their conversation.
"An offer?" Daniel squeaked.
"Yeah. It's just the three of us, Daniel," she said softly. "Whatever you want from us, you can have."
He looked back and forth between them.
"Just... none of this seems very real," he said, finally. He pointed at Jack. "You're straight. You've never done anything to suggest otherwise. And you," he pointed at Sam, "you have never been interested in me. Not like that."
Well, Jack knew what could make it more real.
He crossed the few steps separating them and stopped right in front of him. Eye to eye. Nose to nose. He had almost forgotten how great it was to do this with a guy. Sam and Sarah were both tall, but nowhere near as tall as Daniel. He slipped his arms around his waist and pulled him even closer. As Daniel's eyes widened in realization, Jack let his own eyes close as he leaned in to kiss him for the first time.
He kept it chaste and brief, but even so, when he pulled away he felt a little light-headed and giddy from the experience. He also couldn't find the nerve to open his eyes again. This was insane. Daniel was going to freak out. Nothing was ever going to be the same again. Jack felt like he needed to sit down.
"Jack?" Daniel asked him softly. Jack realized vaguely that Daniel wasn't pulling away. A gentle hand cupped Jack's cheek, fingers trailed delicately along cheekbone and temple. When Jack finally opened his eyes, he found Daniel staring at him intently with the searing curiosity that had lead to so many discoveries and brilliant realizations over the course of Daniel's eventful life.
"Come to bed?" Jack whispered.
"No. You two go up," Daniel replied, sounding calm and collected. Jack nodded, feeling a little shaky. He let Daniel go, turned and walked back to the ramp.
"Daniel," Sam began, but Jack caught her by the arm and pulled her up behind him. He hoped she understood that if he made love to her now and thought of Daniel, it was her own fault.
The store was particularly annoying because it was so familiar and yet so alien. Sometimes that was a challenge, but sometimes you just wanted to walk in and find the local equivalent of Benadryl. Unable to read the labels on the drugs, they had thus far erred on the side of caution. None of them had been sick enough to make experimenting with them worth the risk, though a bad allergy attack in the spring had Daniel making dark, nasal comments about human trials.
But now they were here looking for something they expected to be a lot easier to find.
Except it wasn’t.
"What is with this place? First, no beer. And now, not a rubber to be found! How can they not have condoms?" Jack grumbled.
"Plenty of cultures put the burden of contraception on the woman," Daniel replied. "Not to mention the cultures that frown on certain types of fertility control – or even any."
"Or maybe they just had something they liked better," Sam commented from where she was hunting through the drawers in what seemed to be the pharmacist's office. She had rolled the pile of bones on the office chair over into the corner while she worked, kicking the ones that had fallen to the floor out of the way.
Daniel was opening and sniffing small bottles and tubes. He started scooping them into his pack. Noticing that Jack was watching him, Daniel blushed.
"What?" he demanded belligerently.
"Help yourself, Daniel," Jack said with a smirk. Daniel rolled his eyes.
Sam reappeared. She held up several bags.
"Diaphragms!" she said triumphantly, smiling brightly.
"Aren't you supposed to be fitted for those things?" Jack asked skeptically.
Sam shrugged.
"I'll pick one like the one I used to have back home."
"Aren't they worthless without spermicide?" Daniel pointed out.
Sam scowled.
Jack scowled.
Daniel sighed.
"OK, boys and girls. Time to talk about fertility awareness. And don't make faces at me! You wanna have sex like grownups, you gotta act like grownups."
Jack sidled over to Sam.
"Hey, babe. Why don't we blow this popsicle stand and find a nice comfy spot for a good, long sixty-nine?"
"I like the way you think, flyboy," she replied with a positively filthy grin.
Daniel signed dramatically.
"When you need me, I'll be at the library," he grumbled, and left.
Jack woke up suddenly, chest pounding, senses at full alert. He hadn't done that on this deserted planet in months. There were no threats here, and he knew all Sam and Daniel's night noises like they were part of him. Not to mention that he and Sam had just gone two enthusiastic rounds earlier and he should be out like a light.
He knew instantly what had woken him. He was tangled up in Sam. They were both clingy in sleep, and tonight he was collapsed on top of her, their legs tangled together, her breath ruffling his hair.
But there was another weight pressed against his back, heavy, dense and too hot.
Daniel had crawled into bed with them.
Daniel, who for days now had been behaving as if nothing had happened that night by the fire. That nothing had been said. That Jack had not kissed him. Jack thought that Daniel's curiosity had collapsed under the weight of the shock.
Jack held very still, trying to keep his breathing normal. But something had clued Daniel to his waking and he slipped away, the warm pressure gone.
Still.
Jack smiled into Sam's neck and tried to fall back asleep.
Daniel came and went after that. Some nights he stayed in his own sleeping bag, but more and more often, Jack would wake up and feel Daniel there behind him or next to him. Jack thought maybe Daniel was never asleep when Jack caught him, because Daniel always knew when Jack woke up and was gone in an instant.
They mostly tried to respect Daniel's space and made love when he wasn't there. But some nights they just couldn't keep their hands off each other. The best they could do was try to let Daniel fall asleep first. But sometimes, they couldn't bring themselves to care, as lying down to sleep led to kisses goodnight led to hot panting nasty sex. Those nights, they tried to at least keep the noise down.
It was particularly bad during what Jack had taken to facetiously calling their "special week." The one week a month when they could remotely risk real, honest, missionary position fucking.
It was a night like that.
They had been flying all day, working on their mapping project. They had made no discoveries of interest, and Jack was bored. And when Jack was bored, especially during that special week, Jack's mind turned to sex. By the time their evening chores were done, it was all he could do not to throw her down and do her right there by their campfire. They made it to bed, but he wasted no time getting them both naked. She giggled and shrieked with laughter, as he started wrestling her for her clothes. Then he buried his face in the smell and taste of her. Her orgasm was long and noisy. She finally yanked him up by his hair to kiss herself on his lips, flinging her long legs around his waist and pulling him into her.
He was between her legs, pumping a smooth, steady rhythm that was making her writhe and moan under him. Then, quite unexpectedly, there was a large, heavy hand on his ass. Jack's rhythm stuttered. He slammed into Sam a little harder than he meant to. She yelped and groaned "Oh, yeah," which he filed away for future reference. He recovered quickly and curled down to kiss her. Her eyes were closed. She hadn't noticed. And selfishly, he didn't want her to see.
Daniel let his hand ride there, molded to the curve of Jack's flesh. Then he began a slow stroke of his own, over Jack's hip and waist, and up through the slick sweat along Jack's spine.
Jack's orgasm slammed into him from nowhere. He choked and collapsed onto Sam. Daniel's hand shifted, but Sam said, "Oh, fer cryin' out loud!" Out of the corner of his eye he saw her reach out and catch Daniel's wrist before he could slip away. She had to physically hold him, and for a moment the tension in her arm showed the effort she was exerting to keep him in place. Then her arm relaxed, and Jack felt Daniel lie down next to them.
He kissed the breast that pillowed his head and crawled off her and over him. Daniel was staring up at him with saucer eyes as Jack contemplated his lips, full and wet and flushed. He was hard, his erection straining against this pants and pressing eagerly into Jack's groin.
Tempted as he was, Jack didn't stay. He continued his trip to the other side of Daniel, the settled in with an arm and leg thrown over him. Sam contentedly snuggled in on the other side, sleepy after sex. With his luck, Daniel would be talker.
He woke to the feel of someone touching him. A large hand resting lightly on his chest. He turned his head to kiss Daniel's shoulder through his sleeve. He felt Daniel go from relaxed to quivering with tension at that simple gesture.
"Are you alright with this?" Jack murmured low. "You don't have to do anything Daniel."
Daniel was quiet for a long time. His hand was mostly still, just his fingers moving slightly in the hair on Jack's chest.
"I don't know anymore," Daniel finally whispered.
"I've been trying for days to make you into a sexual object... and object of desire... whatever," Daniel said slowly. "I've tried to recast our relationship from close friendship to courtship, from everyday chitchat to flirting. I've been lying down next to you at night, trying to imagine the intimacy between lovers."
The recitation left a sour taste in Jack's mouth. Well, he really didn't know what he had expected. Daniel wasn't gay. Apparently wasn't even a little bi. But trust Daniel to be the one straight guy who would actually put some serious effort into being bi-curious for the sake of a good friend with an unrequited crush.
"Look, Daniel," he whispered. "I was serious. This isn't that big a deal. I can't believe that I let Sam bully me into telling you. You don't have to do this for me."
Daniel took a deep breath and plunged on.
"I've tried masturbating while thinking about you," Jack couldn't imagine a person being more wound up. Daniel's voice was shaking. But he was meeting Jack's gaze directly through the darkness. "I put my finger..."
Jack couldn't take it anymore. He lunged up and kissed him before he could say it. Daniel moaned and leaned down over him, kissing him in near desperation. They slowly relaxed into each other, Daniel easing down next to him.
Jack could hear Sam's deep, slow almost snoring.
"So did it work?" Jack prompted, the sense memory of Daniel's hand on him still fresh enough to make him shiver.
"Sort of. Maybe," Daniel replied uncertainly, pushing himself up again. His hand still lay on Jack's chest. Daniel watched it in vague surprise, as if it were not under his own control. He dragged his palm over Jack's belly running his fingers inquisitively through the fur, then tangling them in the curls of Jack's pubic hair, the back of his hand bumping against Jack's rapidly growing erection.
"Daniel," Jack murmured in warning.
"Don't worry, Jack. I know what it does," Daniel said, smirking a little. And that helped Jack relax.
Daniel ran delicate fingers over Jack's shaft, reaching around to feel and handle the weight of Jack's testicles. He started jacking him off slowly, the first rough tight stroke drawing a whimper from Jack and making him arch his back and press himself into Daniel's weight half draped over his hip and side. He buried his face in the curve of Daniel's shoulder and after a few more strokes whispered, "Wait, wait, there's a better way." He wanted to tug him on top and grind up against him and come all over his pants and shirt. He wanted to feel the hot, wet spot when Daniel soiled the front of his pants and see the embarrassment when he changed into clean ones. He started trying to haul him over on top.
Daniel fended him off.
"I know, I know," he protested. "Stop it!"
So Jack stopped, but not before he slipped his hand down the back of Daniel's soft sleeping bottoms. As Daniel worked him, he took advantage of the opportunity to touch that perfect, sweet ass. It felt good. Hard, solid. He let his finger tips brush down the crease. He relished Daniel's surprised little gasps.
As his orgasm built, he pumped his hips into the rhythm. Daniel's hips stuttered against Jack's thigh in response. When he felt the dampness in Daniel's pants it drew his own finish out of him.
And Daniel, the little slut, put his hand up to his lips and tasted. Jack growled and yanked him down for a long messy kiss.
Part 3
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I'm actually a little chicken to post this Part 2, in case there's upstream stuff that's needed in this section. But I'm pretty sure there's not. Also, since I'm not announcing these yet, I may actually make revisions to Part 2, if needed. If I do that, I'll let you know when I post the next part.
Still, I'm pretty sure this is ready. So here it is! :D
Oh! Also, I started writing this last year on August 22. It is my goal to have it posted, complete, on or before it's first year anniversary.
Title: Skeletal Remains (2/3 or 4)
Author:
muck_a_luck, posting in brainofckPairing: JO/SC, JO/SC/DJ, JO/DJ, JO/CM, JS/RM/VMD implied
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A terrible, horrible stranded story.
Content/warnings: Character death. I can't emphasize this enough. I have been referring to this as the character death fic of doom.
Words: Full piece is over 11,865 words and counting. This section is 3,376 or so.
Beta: None! Bwahahahahahaha!
Disclaimer: If anybody is planning a script like this for SG-1, I'm certainly not going to claim any rights to it. However, I'd be delighted to work in a co-writing/consulting/first-reader/advisory-type capacity, with my fee to be negotiated at that time. :D
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only.
muck_a_luck and brainofckThe Matrix: Years. The Matrix is located here.
Part 1 is here.
They lay tangled together in his bed. She was sprawled over him, head resting on his shoulder, soft hair tickling his nose. It was one of his oldest, simplest dreams about her, as wonderful in life as it had been in his head. She made a contented mmmmmmm sound in her sleep. Jack lay awake in the darkness, breathing her in.
They woke in the broad daylight,
She was propped on one elbow over him, tracing random patterns on his chest, smiling to herself.
A sweet, genuine smile. She had been so tired and sad over the past year. It was good to see light in her eyes again.
He was glad she'd said yes.
She laughed suddenly and flopped back onto the thin pad they'd slept on, their two bedrolls shoved together and combined now.
"What's so funny?" he asked drowsily.
"I just never would have thought I had a chance with you, with Daniel around."
"I cannot believe you just said that," he replied slowly. "Is there anything the two of you won't say these days?"
"Oh, please," she said, turning on her side to look at him, gorgeous and golden and rumpled. "Every single person on the base knows."
She sat up suddenly, looking down at him in alarm.
"Something happened between you, didn't it! You had a fight or something and broke up!" she gasped.
"Oh, fer cryin' out loud!" he said, sitting up as well, grabbing her by the shoulders and bearing her back down again into the blankets. She looked hurt and confused, the happy, relaxed look long gone.
"Nothing 'happened' between us," he said firmly. "And nobody ever 'knew' anything about me and Daniel. No more than they ever 'knew' anything about me and you, anyway."
Her expression stayed perplexed.
"So both of us..." she trailed off, as if processing the idea. "Okay. So. What made you propose to me and not him?" She sounded thoughtful, a little uncertain. "Because if you had asked me, I would have bet on Daniel. The two of you... I mean, it's got to have been there since Abydos..."
"Yeah, well," Jack hoped he didn't look as embarrassed as he suddenly felt. "Daniel pointed out how I had always wanted to get together with you and now it was possible. He made it pretty clear that I was proposing to you and he wasn't taking 'no' for an answer."
Oh. Teal'c would have been jealous of the cold look and the one lifted brow
"Look! I would have gotten around to it! Just..." He groped for words that would dig him out of the hole he was in. "Anyway, it certainly didn't seem like he was sitting there thinking, hmmm, I can finally have Jack now. You know."
The cool look turned determined again.
"Well, you need to do the right thing and work this out with him."
"Carter," he said sternly, "I told you. There's nothing to work out. Daniel's straight. I proposed to you and we got married. End of story. As far as I'm concerned, it's 'til death do us part."
"Well, forget it," she said, shoving him off and sitting up again. "I'm calling this off until you sort this out with Daniel. We both know there's something between you. Maybe Daniel hasn't recognized it. But if we're going to be here, together, for years, or forever, eventually Daniel will figure it out, and I think it would be a lot better if we just deal with everything up front, don't you?"
Jack rolled his eyes.
"Fine," he said, and followed it with a quick tackle that caught her completely off guard. For some reason they always forgot how fast he was. "Tomorrow."
Jack waited for Daniel outside by the fire.
"Hungry?" Jack asked.
"Nah," Daniel replied, thumping down onto the log. The same place Sam sat two nights ago, Jack thought idly. "I found a new stash of those local power bars. Want one?" he reached for his pack, which Jack noted fondly was full of power bars and books.
He accepted the offered bar, and munched thoughtfully.
"So," said Jack.
"So?" asked Daniel.
"So," agreed Jack. "My wife's cut me off."
Daniel stared at him across the fire.
"No," he said.
"Oh, yes," said Jack with amusement.
"But it's only been two days since I left. What did you do?!"
"It's what I didn't do, actually," Jack said, smile fading a little. He took a deep breath and stood. He walked across to sit by Daniel on the log. He sat close to him. Not quite touching. Daniel turned his body a little to maintain eye contact.
"Did you ever hear the rumors about us?"
"Of course," Daniel said, sounding confused. "Though most people didn't think Sam would do that."
Jack's eyes narrowed. "But I would?"
Daniel shrugged with a disarming half-smile. Jack got lost a moment, watching the firelight play across his features. When Daniel's smile faded in confusion, Jack shook it off and got back on topic.
"Anyway... No, not 'us' me and Sam. 'Us' me and you."
Daniel blinked.
"So that's a no, then?"
"Me and you?" Daniel said.
"Yeah. Well. Sam put a lot of stock in those rumors. So much that she cannot believe that we haven't had something going on for years."
"Me and you?" Daniel repeated, sounding a little panicked.
"I tried telling her you're straight..."
"You're straight!" Daniel cut him off.
"Don't make assumptions, Daniel, and quit interrupting. Anyway, I explained to her that she had it wrong, but she said she wasn't going any farther with me until you and I got our act together."
"Right. Well! That's easy to fix. I'll just tell her..." But what he was going to tell her faded away as Jack continued to stare at him. He was so handsome and touchable. Firelight made him a romantic figure. But deserts and dirt did, too. Maybe it was Jack.
"Oh."
"Yeah. Anyway, it's just the three of us now, and Sam didn't want us to get too far along before you realized what was going on."
"But... We're not... I mean, there's nothing... God, Jack!"
He stood suddenly. Not to get away from him, Jack thought, but from the restless energy that unexpected new discoveries tended to lend him. Jack rose with him and waited for the stammering babble to stop.
"So now what?" Daniel asked, rounding on him. "What do we have to do so that Sam can take you back?"
"I've already done it. She wanted me to be sure that you knew, if you had somehow managed to miss this all this time."
"And he's supposed to make you an offer."
Sam's voice made them both jump. She was sitting hidden in the shadows of the ramp up to the ship, quietly listening to their conversation.
"An offer?" Daniel squeaked.
"Yeah. It's just the three of us, Daniel," she said softly. "Whatever you want from us, you can have."
He looked back and forth between them.
"Just... none of this seems very real," he said, finally. He pointed at Jack. "You're straight. You've never done anything to suggest otherwise. And you," he pointed at Sam, "you have never been interested in me. Not like that."
Well, Jack knew what could make it more real.
He crossed the few steps separating them and stopped right in front of him. Eye to eye. Nose to nose. He had almost forgotten how great it was to do this with a guy. Sam and Sarah were both tall, but nowhere near as tall as Daniel. He slipped his arms around his waist and pulled him even closer. As Daniel's eyes widened in realization, Jack let his own eyes close as he leaned in to kiss him for the first time.
He kept it chaste and brief, but even so, when he pulled away he felt a little light-headed and giddy from the experience. He also couldn't find the nerve to open his eyes again. This was insane. Daniel was going to freak out. Nothing was ever going to be the same again. Jack felt like he needed to sit down.
"Jack?" Daniel asked him softly. Jack realized vaguely that Daniel wasn't pulling away. A gentle hand cupped Jack's cheek, fingers trailed delicately along cheekbone and temple. When Jack finally opened his eyes, he found Daniel staring at him intently with the searing curiosity that had lead to so many discoveries and brilliant realizations over the course of Daniel's eventful life.
"Come to bed?" Jack whispered.
"No. You two go up," Daniel replied, sounding calm and collected. Jack nodded, feeling a little shaky. He let Daniel go, turned and walked back to the ramp.
"Daniel," Sam began, but Jack caught her by the arm and pulled her up behind him. He hoped she understood that if he made love to her now and thought of Daniel, it was her own fault.
The store was particularly annoying because it was so familiar and yet so alien. Sometimes that was a challenge, but sometimes you just wanted to walk in and find the local equivalent of Benadryl. Unable to read the labels on the drugs, they had thus far erred on the side of caution. None of them had been sick enough to make experimenting with them worth the risk, though a bad allergy attack in the spring had Daniel making dark, nasal comments about human trials.
But now they were here looking for something they expected to be a lot easier to find.
Except it wasn’t.
"What is with this place? First, no beer. And now, not a rubber to be found! How can they not have condoms?" Jack grumbled.
"Plenty of cultures put the burden of contraception on the woman," Daniel replied. "Not to mention the cultures that frown on certain types of fertility control – or even any."
"Or maybe they just had something they liked better," Sam commented from where she was hunting through the drawers in what seemed to be the pharmacist's office. She had rolled the pile of bones on the office chair over into the corner while she worked, kicking the ones that had fallen to the floor out of the way.
Daniel was opening and sniffing small bottles and tubes. He started scooping them into his pack. Noticing that Jack was watching him, Daniel blushed.
"What?" he demanded belligerently.
"Help yourself, Daniel," Jack said with a smirk. Daniel rolled his eyes.
Sam reappeared. She held up several bags.
"Diaphragms!" she said triumphantly, smiling brightly.
"Aren't you supposed to be fitted for those things?" Jack asked skeptically.
Sam shrugged.
"I'll pick one like the one I used to have back home."
"Aren't they worthless without spermicide?" Daniel pointed out.
Sam scowled.
Jack scowled.
Daniel sighed.
"OK, boys and girls. Time to talk about fertility awareness. And don't make faces at me! You wanna have sex like grownups, you gotta act like grownups."
Jack sidled over to Sam.
"Hey, babe. Why don't we blow this popsicle stand and find a nice comfy spot for a good, long sixty-nine?"
"I like the way you think, flyboy," she replied with a positively filthy grin.
Daniel signed dramatically.
"When you need me, I'll be at the library," he grumbled, and left.
Jack woke up suddenly, chest pounding, senses at full alert. He hadn't done that on this deserted planet in months. There were no threats here, and he knew all Sam and Daniel's night noises like they were part of him. Not to mention that he and Sam had just gone two enthusiastic rounds earlier and he should be out like a light.
He knew instantly what had woken him. He was tangled up in Sam. They were both clingy in sleep, and tonight he was collapsed on top of her, their legs tangled together, her breath ruffling his hair.
But there was another weight pressed against his back, heavy, dense and too hot.
Daniel had crawled into bed with them.
Daniel, who for days now had been behaving as if nothing had happened that night by the fire. That nothing had been said. That Jack had not kissed him. Jack thought that Daniel's curiosity had collapsed under the weight of the shock.
Jack held very still, trying to keep his breathing normal. But something had clued Daniel to his waking and he slipped away, the warm pressure gone.
Still.
Jack smiled into Sam's neck and tried to fall back asleep.
Daniel came and went after that. Some nights he stayed in his own sleeping bag, but more and more often, Jack would wake up and feel Daniel there behind him or next to him. Jack thought maybe Daniel was never asleep when Jack caught him, because Daniel always knew when Jack woke up and was gone in an instant.
They mostly tried to respect Daniel's space and made love when he wasn't there. But some nights they just couldn't keep their hands off each other. The best they could do was try to let Daniel fall asleep first. But sometimes, they couldn't bring themselves to care, as lying down to sleep led to kisses goodnight led to hot panting nasty sex. Those nights, they tried to at least keep the noise down.
It was particularly bad during what Jack had taken to facetiously calling their "special week." The one week a month when they could remotely risk real, honest, missionary position fucking.
It was a night like that.
They had been flying all day, working on their mapping project. They had made no discoveries of interest, and Jack was bored. And when Jack was bored, especially during that special week, Jack's mind turned to sex. By the time their evening chores were done, it was all he could do not to throw her down and do her right there by their campfire. They made it to bed, but he wasted no time getting them both naked. She giggled and shrieked with laughter, as he started wrestling her for her clothes. Then he buried his face in the smell and taste of her. Her orgasm was long and noisy. She finally yanked him up by his hair to kiss herself on his lips, flinging her long legs around his waist and pulling him into her.
He was between her legs, pumping a smooth, steady rhythm that was making her writhe and moan under him. Then, quite unexpectedly, there was a large, heavy hand on his ass. Jack's rhythm stuttered. He slammed into Sam a little harder than he meant to. She yelped and groaned "Oh, yeah," which he filed away for future reference. He recovered quickly and curled down to kiss her. Her eyes were closed. She hadn't noticed. And selfishly, he didn't want her to see.
Daniel let his hand ride there, molded to the curve of Jack's flesh. Then he began a slow stroke of his own, over Jack's hip and waist, and up through the slick sweat along Jack's spine.
Jack's orgasm slammed into him from nowhere. He choked and collapsed onto Sam. Daniel's hand shifted, but Sam said, "Oh, fer cryin' out loud!" Out of the corner of his eye he saw her reach out and catch Daniel's wrist before he could slip away. She had to physically hold him, and for a moment the tension in her arm showed the effort she was exerting to keep him in place. Then her arm relaxed, and Jack felt Daniel lie down next to them.
He kissed the breast that pillowed his head and crawled off her and over him. Daniel was staring up at him with saucer eyes as Jack contemplated his lips, full and wet and flushed. He was hard, his erection straining against this pants and pressing eagerly into Jack's groin.
Tempted as he was, Jack didn't stay. He continued his trip to the other side of Daniel, the settled in with an arm and leg thrown over him. Sam contentedly snuggled in on the other side, sleepy after sex. With his luck, Daniel would be talker.
He woke to the feel of someone touching him. A large hand resting lightly on his chest. He turned his head to kiss Daniel's shoulder through his sleeve. He felt Daniel go from relaxed to quivering with tension at that simple gesture.
"Are you alright with this?" Jack murmured low. "You don't have to do anything Daniel."
Daniel was quiet for a long time. His hand was mostly still, just his fingers moving slightly in the hair on Jack's chest.
"I don't know anymore," Daniel finally whispered.
"I've been trying for days to make you into a sexual object... and object of desire... whatever," Daniel said slowly. "I've tried to recast our relationship from close friendship to courtship, from everyday chitchat to flirting. I've been lying down next to you at night, trying to imagine the intimacy between lovers."
The recitation left a sour taste in Jack's mouth. Well, he really didn't know what he had expected. Daniel wasn't gay. Apparently wasn't even a little bi. But trust Daniel to be the one straight guy who would actually put some serious effort into being bi-curious for the sake of a good friend with an unrequited crush.
"Look, Daniel," he whispered. "I was serious. This isn't that big a deal. I can't believe that I let Sam bully me into telling you. You don't have to do this for me."
Daniel took a deep breath and plunged on.
"I've tried masturbating while thinking about you," Jack couldn't imagine a person being more wound up. Daniel's voice was shaking. But he was meeting Jack's gaze directly through the darkness. "I put my finger..."
Jack couldn't take it anymore. He lunged up and kissed him before he could say it. Daniel moaned and leaned down over him, kissing him in near desperation. They slowly relaxed into each other, Daniel easing down next to him.
Jack could hear Sam's deep, slow almost snoring.
"So did it work?" Jack prompted, the sense memory of Daniel's hand on him still fresh enough to make him shiver.
"Sort of. Maybe," Daniel replied uncertainly, pushing himself up again. His hand still lay on Jack's chest. Daniel watched it in vague surprise, as if it were not under his own control. He dragged his palm over Jack's belly running his fingers inquisitively through the fur, then tangling them in the curls of Jack's pubic hair, the back of his hand bumping against Jack's rapidly growing erection.
"Daniel," Jack murmured in warning.
"Don't worry, Jack. I know what it does," Daniel said, smirking a little. And that helped Jack relax.
Daniel ran delicate fingers over Jack's shaft, reaching around to feel and handle the weight of Jack's testicles. He started jacking him off slowly, the first rough tight stroke drawing a whimper from Jack and making him arch his back and press himself into Daniel's weight half draped over his hip and side. He buried his face in the curve of Daniel's shoulder and after a few more strokes whispered, "Wait, wait, there's a better way." He wanted to tug him on top and grind up against him and come all over his pants and shirt. He wanted to feel the hot, wet spot when Daniel soiled the front of his pants and see the embarrassment when he changed into clean ones. He started trying to haul him over on top.
Daniel fended him off.
"I know, I know," he protested. "Stop it!"
So Jack stopped, but not before he slipped his hand down the back of Daniel's soft sleeping bottoms. As Daniel worked him, he took advantage of the opportunity to touch that perfect, sweet ass. It felt good. Hard, solid. He let his finger tips brush down the crease. He relished Daniel's surprised little gasps.
As his orgasm built, he pumped his hips into the rhythm. Daniel's hips stuttered against Jack's thigh in response. When he felt the dampness in Daniel's pants it drew his own finish out of him.
And Daniel, the little slut, put his hand up to his lips and tasted. Jack growled and yanked him down for a long messy kiss.
Part 3
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