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"Sam in the Middle"
Title: “Sam In The Middle”
Author: Aeryn
Email: boon_indigo@hotmail.com
Website: www.gatefic.net
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Jack/Daniel/Sam
Category: PWP
Season/Episode: 8
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Het/Slash
Summary: Silly little sex romp.
Notes: Feedback would be most appreciated. Oh, and yes, I know Sam’s house is one-story, but I changed that for funsies.
“Sam In The Middle”
By Aeryn
Sam padded into the bedroom, dressed in baggy boxers and an over-sized sweatshirt, neither of which belonged to her, her hair still damp from the shower, and was brought up short by what she saw there.
Jack and Daniel were lounging on her bed, Daniel smiling at her sleepily and Jack watching her with the eyes of a predator.
“Oh, no,” she said. “What now?”
“We’ve decided we want to play ‘Pass the Sam,’” Daniel said, rollontoonto his stomach and reaching out to stroke the length of one silken leg.
“Oh, really?” she said archly. “And what if Sam doesn’t want to be ‘passed?’”
“Then Sam will just have to suffer. You know what happens when Sam is a bad girl,” Jack said.
She shivered. Yes, she knew all to well. That’s why she was a bad girl quite often. She grinned.
Jack rose off the bed to grab her and she bolted.
“Pursuit!” Jack yelled and took off after her, Daniel following at owerower pace.
She slid down the banister, stopped two-thirds of the way down and nimbly hopped over it and into the kitchen. Jack was right behind her. She grabbed the first thing she could find and brandished it high, threatening him with it.
He stopped short, smirking. “What are you gonna do, ladle me to death?”
She looked at the weapon in her hand, sighed, and tossed it back onto the counter.
He advanced on her and she retreated, then with an agility that never ceased to amaze him, she vaulted over the bar, bounced off the couch and stood in a fighting stance in the middle of the living room. Daniel watched from the foot of the stairs, grinning.
“AttenTION!” Jack bellowed.
She stood at attention. It was a reflex, she couldn’t help it. It also turned her on – her upper thighs were already wet.
“Time for inspection, airman,” he said, striding the short distance into the living room. He circled her slowly, leaning in to sniff at her neck. She giggled.
“Are you laughing, airman?!” he yelled, the expression on his face fierce.
“No, sir, general, sir!”
He tugged at her sweatshirt. “You are out of uniform,” he growled.
“Yes, sir!”
“Take these clothes off, airman.”
“Yes, sir!” She stripped.
He fell back on to the couch. “As punishment for disobeying orders and being out of uniform, you will drop and give me twenty.”
She saluted. “Yes, sir!”
And she knelt on the couch, taking his cock in her mouth. He was already hard. He enjoyed this little game, too.
Daniel came up behind her and ran his hand over her ass, then smacked her hard. She groaned around Jack’s cock and he sighed.
“I love it when you guys play soldier,” he said, grinning. “It’s so hot.” He smacked her again.
“Oh, yeah,” Jack muttered, eyes crossing slightly at the things she was doing to his cock. Her mouth was hot and wet and soft, lips tight around him. “You’re good at that, airman,” he said hoarsely. “Keep it up.”
She snorted at the double entendre and he nodded at Daniel, who smacked her again. She squeaked.
Daniel leaned down and kissed Jack, coaxing his mouth open with his tongue. Jack leaned back, groaning, and Daniel slid his tongue inside and Jack sucked on it. Sam watched as they kissed each other thoroughly, still amazed by how much it turned her on. She moaned again and Jack started pumping into her mouth.
Jack pulled away from Daniel, gasping, shuddering as Daniel ran his hands across his chest. “Jesus,” he hissed. “The two of you are gonna kill me.” He reached out and stroked Daniel’s cock. Daniel’s head fell back and he sighed.
Jack pushed her away and leaned against the back of the couch, then pulled her between his spread legs and hooked her legs over his knees.
“Oh, no,” she moaned.
“Oh, yes,” he muttered. “If we can’t play Pass the Sam, we have to play Sam in the Middle. Time to make our little soldier scream.”
“No!” she complained half-heartedly. “It’s torture! I object! I invoke various and sundry articles under the Geneva Convention!”
Daniel laughed and Jack rolled his eyes.
“Too bad, airman,” Jack said.
He thrust his hands between her legs and spread her wide. “Daniel?”
Daniel grinned and knelt between her thighs, licking her slowly from back to front, just barely brushing her clit with his tongue.
She writhed against Jack and reached out to force Daniel’s face against her but Jack held her arms. “No,” he whispered against her neck. “Let’s take our time. We’ve got all day.”
He watched as Daniel’s tongue slid along her pink flesh. His cock ached from the sounds they both were making. On second thought, he wasn’t sure, actually, if he could wait all day. He reached down and rolled her nipples roughly and she arched back against him, wailing.
“Oh . . . God, Daniel, please . . .”
Daniel smiled and thrust his tongue inside her, sliding it in and out in time with the small jerks of her hips. She cried out, senses overloaded by Jack’s mouth on her neck and his hands on her breasts and Daniel’s tongue swirling around inside her.
Daniel paused and she grunted in complaint. “Not quite a scream, was it?”
“Not quite,” Jack said hoarsely. “Keep going.” He was aching to fuck somebody but he and Daniel both loved it when she screamed. Worth the wait, he thought, grinding himself slightly against her ass. He began sucking wetly at her neck again and darting his tongue in her ear, watching as Daniel explored every inch of her pussy with her tongue, taking his time.
“Daniel! Please!”
He looked over her shoulder at Jack, who nodded. Daniel flicked her clit once with his tongue, and she reared back against Jack.
“Please . . .” She was almost sobbing with need now and Jack grinned.
Daniel flicked her clit once more, gently, then sucked on it hard. “God, yes . . .” she hissed and braced her hands on either side of Jack’s thighs. Daniel found the spot she liked it best and tongued her roughly, then sucked on her clit again, swirling his tongue around it, then tonguing it again.
Jack pinched her nipples, hard, and watched as she ground herself against Daniel’s face. Daniel grabbed hold of her hips and worked her harder.
“Oh, fuck . . . God, yes, that’s it . . . don’t stop, please don’t stop . . .”
The warm, wet throb of need began to gather at the apex of her thighs and she felt her lower body clench and suddenly it exploded and she trembled, pleasure shooting through her body. She stiffened, one hand holding Daniel’s face close to her, arching against Jack.
She screamed.
Then she was limp in Jack’s arms, eyes closed.
“Good one.”
“Loudest one yet.”
“Shut up,” she muttered eyes still closed. Daniel stroked her thighs tenderly and she could feel him reach across her to kiss Jack and she smiled. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as they kissed over her shoulder, right near her ear. She shivered.
“You taste like Sam,” Jack whispered.
“I wonder why,” she said, eyes still closed, hands stroking Daniel’s smooth back. Jack pinched the inside of her thigh.
She sighed. “I like being in the middle.”
“You just said you hated it,” Jack whispered.
“No, I said it was torture. I didn’t say I hated it.” She could feel the movement of his chest as he laughed silently behind her.
Daniel looked at her. “But do you like being on the bottom?”
Her eyes flew open and he grinned at the gleam in her eye. “That was a stupid question wasn’t it?”
She nodded, licking her lips.
He leapt to his feet. “Bedroom!” he said brightly.
“I don’t think I can walk . . . eek!” He hauled her to her feet and over his shoulder and started heading up the stairs.
Jack watched them, smiling. A guy could get used to this, he thought. He followed.
***
Daniel dropped her on the bed and fell on top of her, kissing her deeply. She sighed and wrapped her arms around him, enjoying the feel of his mouth on hers. He pulled away and smiled at her.
“Dr. Carter, may I fuck you?”
She giggled. “Why, certainly Dr. Jackson.”
He slid into her slowly, causing both of them to groan. “Christ, Sam . . .” he whispered and leaned down to kiss her again.
“Fuck me,” she said softly. He did, quite enthusiastically.
Jack watched from the doorway, thinking not for the first time how beautiful they were together.
“Jack,” Sam pleaded, reaching out one hand. He smiled slightly and stepped forward and took it, planting a wet kiss on her palm.
“Come on, Jack, please . . .” Daniel panted.
“Please what?”
They both rolled their eyes and Daniel buried his face in Sam’s neck, fucking her furiously.
“Please what?” he said again. They both looked at him like they were going to eat him alive.
“Please fuck us, you stupid bastard,” Sam muttered. Daniel snorted. She turned back to Daniel and kissed him again.
“Oh, well, since you asked so nicely . . .”
Truth was, he always waited a while before joining in. He wanted to get the timing right. He was a little quicker off the trigger than Daniel was, and it took a bit of planning to satisfy everyone at about the same time.
He warmed up the lube between his hands, then smeared it all over himself and crawled between Daniel’s thighs, watching with pleasure as he pumped frantically into Sam, who was squealing with delight. He reached out and stroked one thigh and Daniel stilled, spreading his knees wider.
Sam watched, breathless, as Jack entered Daniel slowly, in turn pushing Daniel more deeply into her. She moaned. The look on both their faces almost sent her over the edge again.
“God, Jack . . .” Daniel panted.
Jack ran a hand over Daniel’s back and began thrusting into him slowly. Sam watched Daniel’s eyelids flutter shut with arousal. She groaned under the weight of them both.
“Harder,” Daniel demanded. “Fuck me harder, Jack.”
Jack complied, leaning over Daniel’s back and thrusting harder and faster. “Jesus . . .” Jack hissed.
Daniel dropped his head onto Sam’s shoulder, overwhelmed by the feeling of Jack inside him and of himself inside Sam. “God, oh, God . . .” he moaned into Sam’s neck. He bit her shoulder sharply and she yelped.
He looked at her with heavy-lidded eyes. “Sorry . . . shit, Jack, that feels so fucking good . . .”
Sam took the chance to ravish his mouth with hers and smiled at him sleepily. “God, Sam . . .” he moaned.
“Now . . . oh . . . now you’re in the middle . . . Jack, harder, please . . .” she said.
She angled her hips and raised her legs so they could both go deeper. Jack caught her foot and kissed her on the ankle.
“I wish . . . aw, shit, Daniel, you’re KILLIN’ me . . . that *I* was in the middle . . .” Jack panted. “Less work.”
Daniel smiled at Sam. “I think . . . OH . . .GOD . . .JACK . . uh, I think I might actually swoon.”
“Swoon? Very Victorian of you,” Jack said.
Sam laughed huskily. “No more talking. Fucking. Hard.”
“Good idea,” Jack groaned and rammed into Daniel as hard and fast as he could. Daniel’s eyes closed again and he wrapped his arms around Sam and sucked at her neck as Jack shoved him into her over and over again. Suddenly she came again, bucking her hips up against Daniel, who was pushed over the edge by the way she clamped around him and after one or two thrusts, Jack followed, calling out Daniel’s name before collapsing on top of them both.
They were still for a while before Sam started fighting for air. Jack grumbled and moved to her side but Daniel stayed where he was. She looked at him quizzically. He shifted, moved more deeply inside her, pulled her legs and her arms around him, then rested his head again on her shoulder. Soon he was snoring softly. She was overcome with such a feeling of tenderness that she almost started crying. She ran her fingers gently through his hair.
She turned to look at Jack, who was sharing her pillow. He smiled and leaned in to kiss her deeply. “I love you,” he whispered. She grinned. “I love you, too,” she murmured.
“Love you . . . mmmmff. . . both,” Daniel mumbled before nuzzling into her shoulder and settling more heavily on her. She smiled and kissed him lightly on the forehead.
Jack plastered himself to her side. “You okay like that?” he asked, sleepily. She nodded and he rested his head on her other shoulder, closing his eyes.
Definitely okay, she thought. Top, bottom, sideways, swinging from the chandelier, in the supply closet, in the bed of Jack’s truck, in the middle; as long as they were with her, she was definitely okay.
But the middle was better.
She slept.
The End
Author: Aeryn
Email: boon_indigo@hotmail.com
Website: www.gatefic.net
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Jack/Daniel/Sam
Category: PWP
Season/Episode: 8
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Het/Slash
Summary: Silly little sex romp.
Notes: Feedback would be most appreciated. Oh, and yes, I know Sam’s house is one-story, but I changed that for funsies.
“Sam In The Middle”
By Aeryn
Sam padded into the bedroom, dressed in baggy boxers and an over-sized sweatshirt, neither of which belonged to her, her hair still damp from the shower, and was brought up short by what she saw there.
Jack and Daniel were lounging on her bed, Daniel smiling at her sleepily and Jack watching her with the eyes of a predator.
“Oh, no,” she said. “What now?”
“We’ve decided we want to play ‘Pass the Sam,’” Daniel said, rollontoonto his stomach and reaching out to stroke the length of one silken leg.
“Oh, really?” she said archly. “And what if Sam doesn’t want to be ‘passed?’”
“Then Sam will just have to suffer. You know what happens when Sam is a bad girl,” Jack said.
She shivered. Yes, she knew all to well. That’s why she was a bad girl quite often. She grinned.
Jack rose off the bed to grab her and she bolted.
“Pursuit!” Jack yelled and took off after her, Daniel following at owerower pace.
She slid down the banister, stopped two-thirds of the way down and nimbly hopped over it and into the kitchen. Jack was right behind her. She grabbed the first thing she could find and brandished it high, threatening him with it.
He stopped short, smirking. “What are you gonna do, ladle me to death?”
She looked at the weapon in her hand, sighed, and tossed it back onto the counter.
He advanced on her and she retreated, then with an agility that never ceased to amaze him, she vaulted over the bar, bounced off the couch and stood in a fighting stance in the middle of the living room. Daniel watched from the foot of the stairs, grinning.
“AttenTION!” Jack bellowed.
She stood at attention. It was a reflex, she couldn’t help it. It also turned her on – her upper thighs were already wet.
“Time for inspection, airman,” he said, striding the short distance into the living room. He circled her slowly, leaning in to sniff at her neck. She giggled.
“Are you laughing, airman?!” he yelled, the expression on his face fierce.
“No, sir, general, sir!”
He tugged at her sweatshirt. “You are out of uniform,” he growled.
“Yes, sir!”
“Take these clothes off, airman.”
“Yes, sir!” She stripped.
He fell back on to the couch. “As punishment for disobeying orders and being out of uniform, you will drop and give me twenty.”
She saluted. “Yes, sir!”
And she knelt on the couch, taking his cock in her mouth. He was already hard. He enjoyed this little game, too.
Daniel came up behind her and ran his hand over her ass, then smacked her hard. She groaned around Jack’s cock and he sighed.
“I love it when you guys play soldier,” he said, grinning. “It’s so hot.” He smacked her again.
“Oh, yeah,” Jack muttered, eyes crossing slightly at the things she was doing to his cock. Her mouth was hot and wet and soft, lips tight around him. “You’re good at that, airman,” he said hoarsely. “Keep it up.”
She snorted at the double entendre and he nodded at Daniel, who smacked her again. She squeaked.
Daniel leaned down and kissed Jack, coaxing his mouth open with his tongue. Jack leaned back, groaning, and Daniel slid his tongue inside and Jack sucked on it. Sam watched as they kissed each other thoroughly, still amazed by how much it turned her on. She moaned again and Jack started pumping into her mouth.
Jack pulled away from Daniel, gasping, shuddering as Daniel ran his hands across his chest. “Jesus,” he hissed. “The two of you are gonna kill me.” He reached out and stroked Daniel’s cock. Daniel’s head fell back and he sighed.
Jack pushed her away and leaned against the back of the couch, then pulled her between his spread legs and hooked her legs over his knees.
“Oh, no,” she moaned.
“Oh, yes,” he muttered. “If we can’t play Pass the Sam, we have to play Sam in the Middle. Time to make our little soldier scream.”
“No!” she complained half-heartedly. “It’s torture! I object! I invoke various and sundry articles under the Geneva Convention!”
Daniel laughed and Jack rolled his eyes.
“Too bad, airman,” Jack said.
He thrust his hands between her legs and spread her wide. “Daniel?”
Daniel grinned and knelt between her thighs, licking her slowly from back to front, just barely brushing her clit with his tongue.
She writhed against Jack and reached out to force Daniel’s face against her but Jack held her arms. “No,” he whispered against her neck. “Let’s take our time. We’ve got all day.”
He watched as Daniel’s tongue slid along her pink flesh. His cock ached from the sounds they both were making. On second thought, he wasn’t sure, actually, if he could wait all day. He reached down and rolled her nipples roughly and she arched back against him, wailing.
“Oh . . . God, Daniel, please . . .”
Daniel smiled and thrust his tongue inside her, sliding it in and out in time with the small jerks of her hips. She cried out, senses overloaded by Jack’s mouth on her neck and his hands on her breasts and Daniel’s tongue swirling around inside her.
Daniel paused and she grunted in complaint. “Not quite a scream, was it?”
“Not quite,” Jack said hoarsely. “Keep going.” He was aching to fuck somebody but he and Daniel both loved it when she screamed. Worth the wait, he thought, grinding himself slightly against her ass. He began sucking wetly at her neck again and darting his tongue in her ear, watching as Daniel explored every inch of her pussy with her tongue, taking his time.
“Daniel! Please!”
He looked over her shoulder at Jack, who nodded. Daniel flicked her clit once with his tongue, and she reared back against Jack.
“Please . . .” She was almost sobbing with need now and Jack grinned.
Daniel flicked her clit once more, gently, then sucked on it hard. “God, yes . . .” she hissed and braced her hands on either side of Jack’s thighs. Daniel found the spot she liked it best and tongued her roughly, then sucked on her clit again, swirling his tongue around it, then tonguing it again.
Jack pinched her nipples, hard, and watched as she ground herself against Daniel’s face. Daniel grabbed hold of her hips and worked her harder.
“Oh, fuck . . . God, yes, that’s it . . . don’t stop, please don’t stop . . .”
The warm, wet throb of need began to gather at the apex of her thighs and she felt her lower body clench and suddenly it exploded and she trembled, pleasure shooting through her body. She stiffened, one hand holding Daniel’s face close to her, arching against Jack.
She screamed.
Then she was limp in Jack’s arms, eyes closed.
“Good one.”
“Loudest one yet.”
“Shut up,” she muttered eyes still closed. Daniel stroked her thighs tenderly and she could feel him reach across her to kiss Jack and she smiled. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as they kissed over her shoulder, right near her ear. She shivered.
“You taste like Sam,” Jack whispered.
“I wonder why,” she said, eyes still closed, hands stroking Daniel’s smooth back. Jack pinched the inside of her thigh.
She sighed. “I like being in the middle.”
“You just said you hated it,” Jack whispered.
“No, I said it was torture. I didn’t say I hated it.” She could feel the movement of his chest as he laughed silently behind her.
Daniel looked at her. “But do you like being on the bottom?”
Her eyes flew open and he grinned at the gleam in her eye. “That was a stupid question wasn’t it?”
She nodded, licking her lips.
He leapt to his feet. “Bedroom!” he said brightly.
“I don’t think I can walk . . . eek!” He hauled her to her feet and over his shoulder and started heading up the stairs.
Jack watched them, smiling. A guy could get used to this, he thought. He followed.
***
Daniel dropped her on the bed and fell on top of her, kissing her deeply. She sighed and wrapped her arms around him, enjoying the feel of his mouth on hers. He pulled away and smiled at her.
“Dr. Carter, may I fuck you?”
She giggled. “Why, certainly Dr. Jackson.”
He slid into her slowly, causing both of them to groan. “Christ, Sam . . .” he whispered and leaned down to kiss her again.
“Fuck me,” she said softly. He did, quite enthusiastically.
Jack watched from the doorway, thinking not for the first time how beautiful they were together.
“Jack,” Sam pleaded, reaching out one hand. He smiled slightly and stepped forward and took it, planting a wet kiss on her palm.
“Come on, Jack, please . . .” Daniel panted.
“Please what?”
They both rolled their eyes and Daniel buried his face in Sam’s neck, fucking her furiously.
“Please what?” he said again. They both looked at him like they were going to eat him alive.
“Please fuck us, you stupid bastard,” Sam muttered. Daniel snorted. She turned back to Daniel and kissed him again.
“Oh, well, since you asked so nicely . . .”
Truth was, he always waited a while before joining in. He wanted to get the timing right. He was a little quicker off the trigger than Daniel was, and it took a bit of planning to satisfy everyone at about the same time.
He warmed up the lube between his hands, then smeared it all over himself and crawled between Daniel’s thighs, watching with pleasure as he pumped frantically into Sam, who was squealing with delight. He reached out and stroked one thigh and Daniel stilled, spreading his knees wider.
Sam watched, breathless, as Jack entered Daniel slowly, in turn pushing Daniel more deeply into her. She moaned. The look on both their faces almost sent her over the edge again.
“God, Jack . . .” Daniel panted.
Jack ran a hand over Daniel’s back and began thrusting into him slowly. Sam watched Daniel’s eyelids flutter shut with arousal. She groaned under the weight of them both.
“Harder,” Daniel demanded. “Fuck me harder, Jack.”
Jack complied, leaning over Daniel’s back and thrusting harder and faster. “Jesus . . .” Jack hissed.
Daniel dropped his head onto Sam’s shoulder, overwhelmed by the feeling of Jack inside him and of himself inside Sam. “God, oh, God . . .” he moaned into Sam’s neck. He bit her shoulder sharply and she yelped.
He looked at her with heavy-lidded eyes. “Sorry . . . shit, Jack, that feels so fucking good . . .”
Sam took the chance to ravish his mouth with hers and smiled at him sleepily. “God, Sam . . .” he moaned.
“Now . . . oh . . . now you’re in the middle . . . Jack, harder, please . . .” she said.
She angled her hips and raised her legs so they could both go deeper. Jack caught her foot and kissed her on the ankle.
“I wish . . . aw, shit, Daniel, you’re KILLIN’ me . . . that *I* was in the middle . . .” Jack panted. “Less work.”
Daniel smiled at Sam. “I think . . . OH . . .GOD . . .JACK . . uh, I think I might actually swoon.”
“Swoon? Very Victorian of you,” Jack said.
Sam laughed huskily. “No more talking. Fucking. Hard.”
“Good idea,” Jack groaned and rammed into Daniel as hard and fast as he could. Daniel’s eyes closed again and he wrapped his arms around Sam and sucked at her neck as Jack shoved him into her over and over again. Suddenly she came again, bucking her hips up against Daniel, who was pushed over the edge by the way she clamped around him and after one or two thrusts, Jack followed, calling out Daniel’s name before collapsing on top of them both.
They were still for a while before Sam started fighting for air. Jack grumbled and moved to her side but Daniel stayed where he was. She looked at him quizzically. He shifted, moved more deeply inside her, pulled her legs and her arms around him, then rested his head again on her shoulder. Soon he was snoring softly. She was overcome with such a feeling of tenderness that she almost started crying. She ran her fingers gently through his hair.
She turned to look at Jack, who was sharing her pillow. He smiled and leaned in to kiss her deeply. “I love you,” he whispered. She grinned. “I love you, too,” she murmured.
“Love you . . . mmmmff. . . both,” Daniel mumbled before nuzzling into her shoulder and settling more heavily on her. She smiled and kissed him lightly on the forehead.
Jack plastered himself to her side. “You okay like that?” he asked, sleepily. She nodded and he rested his head on her other shoulder, closing his eyes.
Definitely okay, she thought. Top, bottom, sideways, swinging from the chandelier, in the supply closet, in the bed of Jack’s truck, in the middle; as long as they were with her, she was definitely okay.
But the middle was better.
She slept.
The End