The morning after his homecoming, Daniel got up and made his way to the bathroom without any help. Jack and Jason could be heard clanging around in his kitchen. He was staring at the modifications in the bathroom. His lovers hadn't let him out of their sight all night long and the thought made him grin madly. He'd had to resort to using the small bathroom attached to the bedroom instead, just to get them to back off while he took a piss, for crying out loud. Now, taking a better look in their much larger bathroom, he found both porcelain and steel grab bars everywhere. Well, okay, not everywhere. One near the wide towel rack, one by the shower, and three of them inside the shower - 14-inch porcelain bars at just above shoulder level on each wall. A mobile folding shower seat had also been set just outside the tub.
Daniel took in the sight after relieving himself and leaned against the bathroom door. He smiled a bit, shaking his head that they'd gone and done this for him. He knew they loved him, but this was above and beyond, in his opinion. He'd always taken care of himself when it came to something bad. He'd learned he had to. Now, he had not just Jason and Jack, but Janet, Sam, and Teal'c. The thought almost brought tears to his eyes and he fought them back and sniffed hard.
Jack and Jason were making their way down the hall way when they spotted him.
"Good morning, Daniel. What are you doing?" Jack had a breakfast tray, and he then narrowed his eyes at Daniel. "You need your allergy meds?"
"Breakfast in bed?" he asked them, shaking his head at the question and smiled hugely at them. "You're so sweet."
"Tell anyone and I'll break your arm to match your ankle," Jack warned.
Daniel sniggered. "I promise I won't," then turned to stare back at the bathroom. "Thanks for this. I'm amazed."
"You're welcome," Jason said.
"He did most of it. I got put in charge of furniture," Jack said, not quite making it a protest.
Daniel grinned at them. "Well, thanks to both of you."
Jason and Jack just grinned back, glad to be helpful. Their smiles faltered slightly as they saw Daniel's expression change to almost a frown. He looked at the grab bars, and suddenly felt disappointed.
"What?" Jason asked.
"Well..."
"Come on, out with it," Jack demanded.
"Well...the grab bars are nice and all, but it's just that I won't really be able to use the ones in the showers, at least to their fullest capacity, for another 4 weeks or so." He then made an exaggerated pout with his lower lip.
"What do you mean?" Jason asked and Jack asked "Why?" at the same time.
Daniel then turned his head and gave them both a very filthy, suggestive smile.
"What?...Oh!" Jason said, then both he and Jack returned the same filthy smile.
"You mutt. I love ya," Jack growled, leaning in to bite playfully at Daniel's neck, then moved off to the bedroom with the tray.
Daniel gave Jason a devious smile. "I have yet to pay you back for our first time, you know."
Jason grabbed Daniel carefully but kissed him soundly on the mouth. "I've been waiting..."
"You may have to wait for some things, but not others. My ankle's broke, not my dick."
"Thank God."
"Hey, you two get in here. Breakfast is awastin'. Besides, you know I'll eat it if you don't."
"Jason!!" Jason picked Daniel up - literally - in his arms and brought him back to the bed. "I'll have you know I'm no damsel," Daniel said in a warning tone as Jason carefully put him down on the edge of the bed.
"Don't we know it," they both lamented comically.
"Sheesh, I get no respect," Daniel said, sitting back against the headboard.
*snigger*
"Hush, now and be a good boy and eat your breakfast," Jack said, tucking a napkin over Daniel's bare stomach.
"Boy? You are so going to get it, O'Neill."
"You keep 'a promisin' and I keep 'a waitin'."
"Asshole."
"Yep, and it's yours, now eat up."
"You guys are going to smother me to death aren't you?"
Two pairs of eyes grinned malevolently at him.
"Shit."
~
Five weeks later
~
They were due back that day and their pissy archaeologist was climbing the walls. Jack and Jason were both helping out the Tok'ra with some moving. Jack keenly remembered the last time and soooooo did not want to do that again. But Jacob had made a pitch so, Jack went, grumbling the entire time. As back up, SG2 was the only other team available not currently waiting for a mission assignment, so they'd joined Jack and his team, minus one archaeologist who was stuck at home and bored, even though he'd been sent some translations to keep him occupied.
It was four days until Jason's birthday, the 20th, and Daniel was pacing. He now wore only a cloth and metal brace and used a special cane that Jason had picked up for him. Janet had said he was lucky in that he could heal so fast.
Right now, Daniel wasn't bored. He was distracted and edgy. Although he didn't need the guys living with him anymore to help him in his recovery, he still "needed" them there, in his house. He didn't want them to go. Sighing, he tried to focus on something positive, like Jason's birthday.
Daniel knew that Jason wouldn't want any presents. He remembered the first time he'd known about Jason's birthday; two years ago, now. He'd gone into Jason's office to ask him if he and his team were alright after the harrowing mission they'd been on, and found a wrapped gift box sitting in his trash.
"Jason? Is it somebody's birthday?"
"Yeah, mine," he'd said rather nonchalantly.
"You pissed off at some one?" Daniel had asked, his eyebrows raised.
"No," Jason had drawled out the word, and he had said later that he'd suddenly realized Daniel wasn't clued in on his outlook for birthdays or birthday parties. "I don't like presents, Daniel. Except maybe from one or two people who know me really well and get me something I have either always wanted or something I would actually use. My sister wised up to that a few years ago and so this time, she bought me an expresso machine."
"A man after my own heart," Daniel had said. Thinking on it now, that statement seemed foretelling. Jason had gone on after giving him a smile.
"If someone, who's a friend but not a very close friend, has no idea what to get you for your birthday, they shouldn't feel obligated to get you anything and the birthday boy or girl shouldn't expect anything, either. Cards are the worse thing I can think of because they're filled with horseshit sentiment. If you ever give me a card, Daniel, put your favorite poem on blank stationery and fold it into four. Then draw something, or stamp something. Whatever. It's personal and from the heart. Hallmark cards aren't. They're sappy, useless drivel."
Daniel remembered making Jason laugh because he had started laughing so hard he had to sit down.
"Seriously, Daniel. You know someone; you're friends. Your birthday comes up. They have no idea what you like, or what you'd really like, and they go out shopping and end up buying something so totally fucking lame ass, like one of those fucking talking fish that hangs over the door, or something you'll never need and would never have thought of in a million years."
Then Jason had pointed in the garbage. "There's a woman down in finance who thinks she and I should go out. This is her way of flirting with me." He had made a grimace.
"Couldn't you just tell her 'no thanks'?"
Jason had shaken his head. "I tried that. She's like a leech. I figure this ought to clue her in without me actually having to say anything rude."
"So how'd your parents take this belief of yours?"
"Tolerantly," Jason had grimaced again, and made Daniel laugh.
Later on that day, Daniel had taken a piece of parchment he had, folded it into quarters, and then written a poem by Tennyson on it. He'd written Jason's name on the front, and "Happy Birthday" below it. The poem was one that had struck Daniel because it seemed appropriate of SG2's run in with the goa'uld. They'd defended themselves until help had arrived and they had very nearly been captured. They'd held siege in a broken-down fortress for 24 hours and when his men and the few civilian offworlders had started to get on each other's nerves, Jason had given them all a kick in the ass and a stirring round of "we never give in." Daniel felt it necessary to jot down the last few lines from Tennyson's Ulysses poem and then he walked into Jason's office later that day, just before Jason was getting ready to go home.
"Hey, Jace. I got something for you."
"What's that, Daniel?"
"Here," and he handed him the beautifully papered homemade card. Jason opened it and read:
"...though we are not now, that strength.
which in old days moved Earth and Heaven,
that which we are, we are:
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate,
But strong in will...
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield."
- Tennyson "Ulysses"
To Jason, one of my very few close friends.
- Daniel
Daniel smiled as he remembered the look on Jason's face, then suddenly realized something as he remembered the moisture in Jason's eyes and the sincerest hug from the man. That was the time, wasn't it? The time when he'd won Jason over and hadn't really known it. Jason had said he'd always loved him and then told him how there was one moment when he realized he would love Daniel for the rest of his life. Daniel had begged him to tell him when and what that moment was, but Jason had dug his heels in and wouldn't tell him. Daniel smiled secretly. Then remembered the poem he'd written and if you read it differently, it could almost be interpreted as a gay poem, or even a love poem. Wow.
"I figured it out, Jace," he whispered. He then got up and went into his home office and began to make Jason another card. Time to find another poem. Jason wouldn't want to display this one in his office (like he had the other one, the swine) so Daniel felt free to find a poem that spoke of love. It would have to be a private card that Jason couldn't show to anyone outside the core group of people who knew about them. Jason's team couldn't know 'officially' about them, though they were both pretty certain they had some idea.
So...what poem? And then, what else to do for him? Jason had some favorite foods that Daniel hardly ever got a chance to cook for him (except prime rib beef). Jason wouldn't let Daniel spend extravagant money on him. Not this time, Jason, Daniel thought. Not this time. Things are different now.
Especially now. Daniel thought about that time that Jason had come to him, marking their first time. Jason had had perfect timing. He'd lifted Daniel's depression from his shoulders and given him love and attention, even if Daniel wasn't prepared for it. But Daniel had accepted it all the same and found himself in a relationship that had made him surprisingly happy. It was now time to give some of that back in a special way. Jason would get a gourmet dinner of his favorites, plus some unusual dessert stuff he liked so well: meringues and fruits; mousse; ice cream glazes. They'd hardly had the chance to experiment with the stuff, though Daniel had used syrup on Jason's belly once, and he was always putting Jason's finger, covered in glaze or icing or something, in his mouth, or vice-versa. Would Jason be up to something like this? Daniel would find out when Jason got home. He'd grill him until he got all the answers he needed.
Then there was something else that struck Daniel. What about another kind of present? Something that Jason had always secretly wanted, but had never said. Though their sex life was wonderful, there had only been that one time where they'd used bondage. Nothing kinky after that. Just hot, passionate sex. Although it was...hot. No complaints whatsoever there. But maybe it was time to let Jason know that they could play..."games" if they wanted. Nothing too drastic, but a few semi-role playing games would be good.
Very good.
Daniel smiled at the prospect. Another long session of Q and A for that, too. Daniel knew he liked bondage. He also liked it rough periodically, just as Daniel did. But what about...kinky rough. Ties, or handcuffs, or...hmmmm. Thinking on that, his ideas got even more interesting and he decided to quit guessing until he had a chance to talk with Jason.
Then the third idea popped into his head. This one was more serious. Jack. What would Jack get him? Or more appropriately, what would Jason want from Jack? Daniel knew one thing. Jason didn't believe Jack when he'd said he loved him because it was post-coital bliss. He wanted Jack's affection every bit as much as he wanted Daniel's. And whether he knew it or not, Jack wanted Jason's. Neither would admit it...exactly...so maybe this birthday idea would be a way to get them both to admit it.
Daniel sighed and didn't give the idea much more thought until he'd done the first thing, and that was look into his poetry books and try to find something appropriate...with hidden meaning. He wandered into the living room and started pulling books from the shelves. It didn't even have to be a poem either, and grabbed a volume of Shakespeare off the shelf. He was so consumed in reading he didn't even notice that Jason had come home.
"Hey," Jason said, but got no response. He set his overnight bag down and stared cautiously at Daniel as he walked up behind him and kissed him on the back of the neck. Daniel whirled around, startled, preparing to bean whoever it was with the book.
"Jason!" and Daniel wound his arms around his neck and kissed him enthusiastically.
Finally released, Jason said, "Well, now, that's more like it. But," and he sighed, giving Daniel the air of starting one of his teasing games. "Daniel, I'm afraid it's over."
"What?"
"I told myself that when you begin to ignore me..."
"No, it's not over, Jason!" Daniel replied melodramatically, placing the back of his hand in the manner of a 'Victorian heroine' swoon. "It can't be. We can fix this, I know we can."
"No, there's no way it can be fixed. Just face it. You love your Shakespeare more than me."
"I don't, I swear I don't."
"Then prove it for a few minutes."
Gladly, Daniel kissed and fondled Jason until he was suffering from anoxia...clichéd but true. Jason pulled away and let out a slow breath. He then eyed the book.
"What are you doin'?" he asked, curious.
"Um, nothing...just looking some things up."
Daniel wasn't very forthcoming and when Jason got that look that told Daniel he was going to be interrogated, Daniel changed track and asked how the mission went. Jason rolled his eyes, told Daniel he didn't want to know how Jack had very nearly killed every Tok'ra in existence except for Jacob. Daniel groaned. No, he didn't want to hear that.
"Was he in much of a bad mood when you left?"
"No, but the General was having a private meeting with him, so God knows if he'll come home and act like a bear with a sore ass."
"Shit. Well, we'll see. In the meantime, I need to talk to you before he comes home."
Daniel followed him into the bedroom as Jason changed clothes and got into his jeans and tee shirt.
"Your birthday is in four days."
Jason eyed him suspiciously. "Daniel..." he warned.
"Jason...you know I remember about the presents thing, and I'll try to explain that to Jack."
Jason's eyes went wide then. "Jack? Oh crap. Don't tell him, Daniel. Just make me a card or something, which you'll probably do anyway, and that'll be that."
Daniel stared hard at Jason as he pulled on his tee, eyeing the man's magnificent chest before the tee covered it. Not that that really mattered. All of his tee shirts fitted snugly, leaving little room for doubt about his fitness. "Come on," Daniel ordered and took Jason by the hand and led him into the kitchen. He sat him down at the table and got him a beer. Jason didn't say a word as he sighed and sat down, ready to listen to whatever idea his lover had.
"First, this birthday is different. We're lovers now. We've never been closer. Second, Jack is your lover, too, and you will not keep things from him."
"He's not good with birthdays, Daniel, except for yours. It's something I've seen in the past few years. He's allowed himself to get sappy with you. I even expect him to, but I don't expect him to--"
"Do anything nice for you?" Daniel interrupted. He sighed heavily. Jason looked away, and Daniel decided to leave it alone - but only for a moment. "The second thing is that I want to do something special for your birthday."
"Yeah, well, get in line," he said with all the enthusiasm of a wet mop.
"What?" Daniel asked, half-laughing.
"Lysa has arranged this damn fool party for me."
"Uh oh. And you didn't want to back out of it, did you?"
Jason's expression told him.
"Chicken," Daniel teased.
"I know. But she's been through a lot with the new baby, and if this makes her happy, well, she is my baby sis so...besides, if I'm ever killed in action--"
"Jason--" Daniel started but Jason put a hand up.
"Don't argue. It can happen. If I ever am, I want her to have some good memories...like I am building with you."
"Ohh-kay, I guess I can see that." Not a pleasant thing, Daniel thought, but he could see the reasoning.
"Yeah, and you'll see something else you will hardly ever get to see," Jason said with further lack of enthusiasm.
"What?" Daniel asked.
"Me in my dress blues."
"Your dress blues?" Daniel asked, his face perking up and his eyes showing definite interest. He'd never seen Jason in his dress blues. Never. The image of Jason in his dress blues sent an erotic charge through him. "Why are you going to your birthday party in dress blues?" Not that I really care, of course. I just want to see you in them just so I can get you out of them, he thought wickedly.
Jason sighed with an air of sufferance. "Lysa wants to show me off. Says she's so proud of her big brother." Jason acted as if he was rather bored with the idea, until Daniel said,
"Jason? Do you have any idea how sexy I find those dress blues on Jack?"
"Yes, Daniel, I do. He does look good in them."
"So will you," Daniel said, a sparkle showing in his eyes.
Jason immediately changed his mind about his dress blues. So, maybe they were good for something after all.
"Jason...you're birthday's on Tuesday. How are you going to--"
"I arranged for some time off."
"Hammond cleared it?"
Jason grinned at Daniel's shock. "Yes, he did. I guess he figured it's a reward for taking care of you," and he ducked as Daniel's hand shot out and just missed smacking him gently on the head. Laughing at him, Jason then added, "So, what did you want to do for me on my birthday then?"
"Well, since I have another week's medical leave, I figured I'd arrange some time for us. I'll get Jack to take a few days off."
"Why?" Jason asked and Daniel gave him a reproachful look.
"Jason, Jack's part of this."
Jason bit both his lips. "Oh. Well, what's the--"
"I'll leave the details a surprise, but there are certain things I have to know."
"Such as?" Jason eyed him distrustfully.
Daniel took one of Jason's hands in his. "Jason, did you like tying me up that one time?"
Jason gave him a shocked smile. "You know I did."
"And was that a fantasy, or did you just kind of go with the idea?"
"It was kind of a fantasy," Jason admitted. "Where are you going with this?"
Daniel smiled back coyly. "Will you confide in me about your deepest fantasy? One you'd want to have acted out more than any other?"
Jason swallowed hard. "Um, are you serious?"
"Yes."
"You planning on making it come true?" Jason asked in a whisper, leaning forward to nuzzle Daniel's jaw.
"Yes," Daniel whispered back. "Can you tell me or are you too embarrassed?"
Jason was getting a little hard, both at what Daniel was asking and with the long held fantasy images he'd kept in his mind. He felt shy about telling Daniel.
"I'm not sure what you'll think of me..."
"Jason, I know you're not into pain, like sadomasochism, and you don't go for all that other really weird shit. If it's something like role playing, then I want you to know that I'm very willing. Willing to do a lot of things, too. I'm already planning on licking things off of you, like chocolate, maybe melted marshmallows, ice cream, caramel."
Jason simply stared at Daniel, amazed at him. Daniel was equally amazed how someone as strong as Jason could be so...innocent.
"Jason, does that idea bother you?"
"It doesn't with you. I guess I'm just not used to someone as attentive as you."
"I'm not attentive. I love you."
Jason grinned at him. "And I love you, too, you little romantic."
Daniel reached out and squeezed his arms at the compliment. "Good. Now, tell me your deepest, darkest, most wanted fantasy."
"Dark?"
"You know, dangerous. I know you, Jason. You like certain things sometimes when we make love, but you hold back. I want you to tell me, explicitly, what you'd like to act out, what you would never hold back if given the chance. Then I'll see about doing just that when you least expect it. Do you know about 'safe words' Jason?"
"I know, yes. I've never used them, though."
"Okay, well then, chose one before I plan anything. I'll let you know when 'the game is afoot,'" and he grinned mischievously at him. "Then you'll know when it's time, and all you'll have to say is that word if you get uncomfortable with anything."
"Any word?"
"Yeah. Some people use armageddon."
"Do you?"
"Yeah...I have. A long time ago it seems."
"Wanna tell me about it?"
"No, we're talking your fantasy, not one I've acted on. I'll tell you later, after your birthday. Okay?"
"Promise?"
"I just did."
Jason smiled. Could things get more sappy? "Okay, armageddon it is."
"So, come on," Daniel prompted, bringing the front of his chair up to match Jason's, opening their knees wide to the width of the chairs so that their knees touched only. Daniel took Jason's arms and placed them over his shoulders and he placed his own over Jason's shoulders. Jason let his hands dangle over Daniel's back and Daniel did the same. Their crotches, though covered, were erotically open and vulnerable. Jason realized that Daniel was prepping him, getting him in the mood to talk.
Jason cleared his throat, then reached under Daniel's arm to take a sip from his beer. "You know how I'm in a position of leadership?"
"Yeah..." Daniel drawled.
"Strength?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, I have this...fantasy...and it used to be just you, but lately Jack's been in the fantasy..." and he looked sheepishly at Daniel.
"He replaced me?" Daniel asked, not feeling bothered at all. Jason nodded. "Go on," Daniel encouraged.
"Well, I..." but Jason suddenly couldn't think how to tell him. "I don't know how to tell you, Daniel. You'll think of me as weak. Even if you don't think so, you will."
"Do you think of yourself as weak, Jason?"
"No."
"Well, neither do I. Neither will I. Ever." Jason still hesitated. Daniel thought about what he'd said. Leadership. Strength. Sometimes a person's greatest fantasies are those opposite to his life. He knew Jason didn't like domination...exactly...but he might want to give up control. "Jason, does it involve me or Jack going alpha on you, taking control?"
Jason nodded.
"Does it involve bondage, rough sex?"
Again Jason nodded, looking a little relieved.
"You know me, Jace. Think about it. You can tell me anything."
Jason finally felt bolstered enough to elaborate. "It involves me being pursued by two...um...hunters, if you will. You and Jack, and then mostly Jack." He paused, then moved his hand to get his beer and downed half of it. Daniel thought he understood now. Jason wanted to be passive, and he didn't know if it was okay.
"You want to be passive, hunted?"
Jason nodded once more. "Yes, but more than that. I want to pretend I'm..."
Daniel gave him a tiny, seductive smile and his eyes began to grow dark as he looked at Jason and imagined just such a scenario. Jason glanced up and noticed. He cleared his throat again and continued.
"When I'm cornered or caught, the two of you act as if I'm the...the...pardon the word...virginal, or inexperienced Major." He cleared his throat several times, his own eyes growing darker as his skin felt warmer. "Though I'm gay, I'm not experienced, and I have wanted, and will want, the both of you to tease me....maybe...teach me, with your," and Jason cleared his throat. "With your mouths. Your hands. I want to be fucked, Daniel, but I want you to tease it out of me, to make me admit I want you, to plead, and beg. And, um, in my fantasy, I'm usually tied up for it."
Daniel smiled wickedly at him and leaned forward, his face almost touching Jason's. "Your wrists or wrists and legs?"
Jason's heart started to pound. "My wrists. My legs are what you'll have to...um...raise and lower, turn me over."
"To a bed or post, or free?"
"Both maybe...it would be up to you."
"Okay, say it's both. Without being tied to something, would you prefer your hands tied in front, or back?"
"Again, that would be you're preference. You would be the one in charge."
"I like this fantasy, Jason," Daniel said huskily, nuzzling his jaw. "Any other details?"
Jason cleared his throat, and closed his eyes as Daniel leaned in further to nuzzle under his ear. "No lube for me. I won't want it. The fantasy will be so intense for me I won't need it, either. But the two of you will, for safety's sake, because I'll want you to...." Jason let out a slow breath, waiting for Daniel's complete response.
"Take you hard, rough, deep?"
"Yes..." he whispered.
Daniel was silently nibbling, then he sat back and gave Jason a touch on the cheek. "That's not weak, Jace. I had a similar fantasy about Jack, about you."
Jason gave Daniel a hard look. "Had?"
"It's kind of evolved."
Jason gave Daniel an understanding smile, then gave him another hesitating glance.
"What?"
"I've been wanting him to be the one who, um," Jason started but couldn't finish.
Daniel smiled with complete understanding. "Fucks you rough? Makes you scream for it?"
Jason nodded again, this time blushing with the image of himself screaming for Jack to fuck him. He and Daniel were equals but, Jason and Jack...Jason admired Jack so much that he was actually afraid of what Jack would say, not Daniel. "Is that weak?"
"No, it isn't, Jace. I have a question for you, though."
"Sure, okay," and he reached for his beer and finished it.
"So there's the rough stuff. Wouldn't you want Jack to gentle it eventually and make wild love you?"
Jason got a panicked look in his eyes. "You're actually planning on making this real?"
Daniel didn't smile, exactly. He gave Jason a very loving look instead. "Yes, I am."
"And tell Jack...everything?"
"Naturally, or how else is he going to--"
"No, never mind, you can't!" and he pushed himself out of the chair and made his way for the living room.
"Why are you so intimidated by him? There's something else, isn't there?"
Jason wouldn't tell him. He stopped in the middle of the wide opened space between the living room and kitchen. Daniel was getting impatient. He'd have to force this out of Jason. One way or the other. As he watched him, he had another surprising realization. Jason didn't just love Jack. He had fallen in love with him. That was it, wasn't it? Well, now. This would have to be handled differently. Daniel decided it might not be wise to force it out of him, but he couldn't let Jason know that he'd figured this out. So, he could just go with it, tell Jack a few things, then a few more things. Knowing Jack, he'll be flattered as hell...and he'd love the idea of the chase. Then Daniel looked Jason over and decided he needed calming down. He knew now what Jason wanted. The rest was immaterial. He felt a little playfulness growing inside, and knew that that was one thing Jason loved to do. Play.
"Where do you think you're going, Jace?" Daniel asked softly, his voice tinged with something devilish. He got up and went after him.
"I don't think we sh-- ooof!"
Daniel tackled him to the carpet, pinning him to his back, his fingers locking with Jason's.
"Daniel!"
"There's something else and you're going to tell me or I'll resort to torturing it out of you."
Jason saw that Daniel was in a very playful mood now, and decided to play along. "I'm not telling you because there's no way you can torture anything out of me," Jason said, tightening his fingers around Daniel's.
"Is that so?" Daniel mocked.
"Yes," Jason warned with a small smile. "In fact, I'm more likely to turn the tables on you."
"Oh really?" Daniel asked in a deep skeptical tone, lowering his head to brush his lips against Jason's. "I'd like to see you try."
Without any advance warning, as Jason so often gave him because he didn't ever want to risk injuring him, Jason quickly wrapped his legs over Daniel's, tucked their clasped hands behind Daniel's back and rolled them over. This was done in under two seconds and Daniel was out of breath with shock. And suddenly, very aroused.
"No fair, Jace. You never taught me that move."
"I can't give up all of my secrets, now can I?"
"If you want me to play with you, you'd best give 'em up," Daniel said, purposely moving away from his earlier questioning.
"Oooh, he's threatening me," Jason teased. "You'll never do that, Daniel."
"Oh?" he asked, implying more skepticism.
"Yeah. You won't because you won't be able to withstand reacting to this," and he ground his groin deliciously into Daniel's, feeling the younger man's erection. Daniel groaned and bit his lip.
"It'll definitely be a sacrifice," Daniel said, his breath quickening, liking this game already and prepared to pretend he wasn't going to respond, despite his traitorous dick.
"And what about this?" and Jason kissed him lightly on the mouth, then nipped and pulled at his bottom lip. He snaked his tongue between Daniel's open mouth and Daniel involuntarily opened his lips more. When he realized it, he pulled his head away and shut his mouth.
"No fair."
"Who said I play fair?"
"Not me."
"Going to give in and play?"
"Nope."
"Well, what if I did this?" and Jason let go of Daniel's hands and moved them to his shoulders while he bent his head and began to lick between the buttons of Daniel's shirt. Daniel closed his eyes, torn between wanting to give in and wanting to resist. Resistence, for the moment, won out.
"Nope," he said, still breathless.
"And this?" and Jason's hands quickly unbuttoned Daniel's shirt and his mouth sought out first one nipple, then the other, licking, tasting, pulling. Daniel let out a gasp and moan, wanting to grab Jason's head in his hands but somehow managed to refrain, placing them on Jason's shoulders instead and pushing him away...just a little bit.
"No."
"And what about this?" Jason asked, lowering his lips between Daniel's chest and licking a trail down his belly to the button of his shorts.
"No," Daniel said, his control weakening.
"Hmmmm. Then," and his hands unbuttoned Daniel's shorts and pulled them down over his hips, "you won't react at all when I do this, will you?" and his lips mouthed over the boxer-covered erection. Daniel writhed and set all of himself to keep from jerking to Jason's tongue. His hands held Jason's head then and he tried, ineffectively, to move Jason's head from his, uh, other head.
"No, I won't react," he said, panting, knowing damn well he was reacting. Boy, was he reacting.
Jason was into it and full of passion and demand. He held down Daniel's hips while his mouth continued to soak the thin cotton material of his boxers, his tongue sliding down over his balls to tease and exhort.
"And this?" Jason asked as fingers caressed his covered buttocks, the middle finger seeking out and rubbing the material against his anal entrance. His mouth moved back up to his belly, laving the fine hairs, then kissing and nipping.
Daniel's hands gripped Jason's shoulders tightly. He didn't say it, but his body told Jason he wanted him...now! Jason opened his jeans and pushed them down a bit, then lay on top of Daniel, rubbing his groin more intimately with his lover's while his hands caressed his sides. Daniel was breathing hard now, gasping Jason's name desperately, and Jason covered Daniel's lips with his own in a smoldering kiss, their tongues creating a larger fire.
"You want this?"
"Yes," Daniel growled his demand, kissing Jason back, hard and passionate.
Before Jason could do anything else to his beloved, a jingle of keys was heard and Jack stepped through the door. He took in Jason's look, Daniel's look, their clothing in disarray, then smirked. He closed the door as the lovers looked up in between two long kisses. Jack sauntered over the short distance.
"Well, Jason, I see you've wasted no time. Can I get a hello from Daniel, then the two of you can get back to whatever you were about to do while I just go over here and wither away in the background?"
"Bastard," Daniel said, and suddenly, easily, slid a supposedly trapped foot out from under Jason and snagged Jack's ankle. He wasn't expecting it, and fell, almost pin-wheeling, partially onto Jason and partially onto Daniel. Daniel turned them both over and trapped Jack and Jason within his legs (with careful application of his left calf and ankle). At the surprised looks on their faces, Daniel just smirked.
"Aqua therapy is wonderful. Helllllooo, Jack," Daniel said seductively, winking at Jason, then bent down to give Jack a slow, deep kiss, while a hand immediately snaked down to fondle and caress. Jason took the hint and proceeded to nibble and fondle. Soon Jack was boiling as high as his lovers were when he walked in, and then just as abruptly, the fire stopped and his two lovers broke away. Daniel released his leg grip from around them, got up, as did Jason. The two of them started to walk away when they heard a deep growl from Jack's voice.
"Just where the hell do the two of you think you're going?" he spat out.
Eeeep!
Jason and Daniel chuckled madly and ran for the bedroom, and just as Jason was trying to close and lock the door, Jack forced himself in, sending Jason backward. Jack tackled him onto the bed, where Daniel had retreated and when Daniel tried to get away, Jack wrapped an arm around his waist.
Soon they'd become a three-man wrestling match, each trying to top the other and kiss him, but only just succeeding. But somewhere along the line, the pinning and wrestling changed to lust and passion, as the tangled mass of limbs became an erotic dance of arms and legs, mouths and torsos, groins and dicks. Mouths found lips and skin as clothes were suddenly torn off. Sweaty bodies rubbed together and hands sought out dicks as their mutual rubbing and masturbation began in earnest. Growling and biting, Jack ended up on top of Jason with Jason growling back; Daniel ended on top of Jack and slid his erection between his ass with no intention of stopping to fuck. Each ground into the other, blindly seeking something to kiss and suckle and bite and rub and stroke. Faster and almost frantic, three throats emitted gasps of need as their quick orgasms toppled each other.
Daniel lay panting on top of their sweat-soaked bodies. "So, who won this round, Jason?" he asked, and began to laugh.
"Asshole."
~
The next day, while Jason went to pick up his mail and sort out things in his apartment, Daniel was left alone with Jack. Jason had a feeling that Daniel would talk to Jack then and he tried to find things to do to stay away as long as he could. He just knew he'd be embarrassed when he returned.
Jack had just put a load of laundry in, and was preparing to sit down to watch something on TV when Daniel came over and gently took the remote from him.
"Jack, I need to talk to you. Is there something really important you want to see? Hockey season's over with."
"It can wait, I suppose," Jack said, getting a dark glint in his eye. He hadn't been fully satisfied last night, though he admittedly was very tired. He looked at Daniel in his sleeveless tee shirt and shorts and wanted them off. As in two minutes ago. Daniel sat down and as he noticed the lingering gaze in Jack's eyes, he bit his lip, making Jack narrow his gaze in a frustrated warning.
"Jack, I really need to talk to you."
Jack sighed. "Okay, what about?"
"Jason."
Jack's face changed slightly. Daniel noticed worry and was sincerely touched. "What about Jason?"
"Nothing bad, Jack. He's managed to get next week off for leave, and I was wondering if you can, too."
Jack smirked at him. "Already did, Daniel. Hammond's way of telling me to go 'cool off,' especially since Jake will be here and he's really pissed off at me."
"Jeez, were you that bad?"
Jack took a deep breath, then rolled his eyes as if he really didn't care. "Apparently. Now, what's this about?" he asked, sidestepping the deeper explanation Daniel wasn't going to get. Besides, he was curious about what Daniel wanted to talk about.
"Tuesday is Jason's birthday."
Jack raised his eyebrows. "Really?"
"The big 4-0."
Jack shook his head. "He looks 30, not 40."
"Just like you look 40, not--"
"Aht! Never mind. Now, you have something in mind I take it?"
"Yes," and he paused. "How do you feel about role-playing?"
"What?"
"I want to give Jason an unusual present," and then went about explaining how Jason hated 'regular' gift-giving.
"Okay, so I can't get him anything?" and Daniel didn't miss the fact that Jack smoothly diverted the question he asked.
Daniel was pleasantly surprised. "Yes, you can. It's just that Jason doesn't believe you will bother."
Jack frowned. "That's not very nice of you, Daniel."
Ooops. Daniel sighed. "Jack, I'm sorry, but you know you're not the kind of person who gives people gifts, except for your closest friends, and maybe Jason is a close friend now, but you might not know what to get him and--."
"Daniel," Jack said, halting another long run-on sentence of Daniel's. "Jason and I are on the same page when it comes to gift-giving and receiving. I'll think of something and surprise him. It won't be a throw-away, either. So what's yours."
"I made him a card."
Jack damn near guffawed until he saw that Daniel was serious. "What?"
"I started it two years ago, giving him a parchment card with a poem inscribed inside."
"Oh really? Have you made this latest one?"
Daniel nodded.
"Can I see it?"
Daniel hesitated then got up, went to his office, then came back with it, handing it to Jack over the back of the couch. Jack opened the card, read the poem, and his face changed again. He seemed...not jealous...envious? Daniel took that as an opportunity.
"I didn't know if you'd like something like this. Would you?"
"For my birthday?"
"No, you shit, for Ground Hog Day," Daniel said, slapping Jack on the shoulder. Jack handed him back the card and Daniel returned it to his office hiding place and then sat back down on the sofa, facing Jack. "Well?"
"Well?"
"What did you think of the card, and would you like me to make you one for your birthday?" Daniel sighed impatiently.
Jack smiled a little at having gotten to Daniel with his behavior. A minor accomplishment, but there it was.
"It's beautiful, and yes."
Daniel beamed at him, then suddenly frowned a little as Jack's expression changed again.
"Daniel, do you..." Jack began, then cleared his throat. "Do you feel that way about me, at all?"
Daniel stared back at him, astounded at the man's sudden insecurity. He reached a hand out and caressed his cheek, then pulled his head forward for a soft kiss. "Of course. I love you, Jack. I always have." Jack pulled him into a firmer, more exploratory kiss, pushing Daniel onto his back and lying over him. Daniel let him, figuring he was just as likely get to talk to him this way as sitting up. Jack broke the kiss, showing his eyes darkening.
"Jack, one more thing about Jason's birthday."
"What's that?" Jack asked, enfolding his arms under Daniel and getting comfortable.
"Remember I asked about role-playing?"
"Yes," he said, becoming engrossed in kissing Daniel's neck.
"Well? How do you feel about playing them?"
"Um, I've played one once, Daniel. It was....nice...erotic."
"Ooh-kay, so how willing are you to play another one?"
"For Jason?" he asked, finally catching up on the thread as he pushed up and looked into Daniel's curious eyes.
Daniel nodded, then explained the fantasy Jason had described to him. Jack became hard as Daniel's explanation continued, and when Daniel finished, he got an absolutely evil idea and it showed as that certain smile spread over his face.
"Jack, you've got an idea."
"Yes. So, where are we gonna be on Tuesday?"
"Um, Jason will be at his sister's," and then told Jack that horrid piece of news.
Jack only nodded, "No problem. I know someone who can get me what I have in mind. We can stop by his sister's easily enough."
"Jack, what are you planning?"
Jack told him.
"Ohh, that's good," Daniel chuckled. "You're positively Machiavellian."
"Hey, tell anyone and I'll kill you and divide up the body parts."
Daniel laughed through his nose. "Oh dear. I swear, I won't tell a soul, " and paused, assessing the look on Jack's face. He really did like this idea.
"So, we'll get there, grab him, then what?" Jack asked.
"I'll drive the limo," Daniel offered.
"No, it should be me."
"No, you need to be in back. Remember?"
Jack felt a surge of ego and pride that Jason wanted him specifically for this. "Okay, you drive. You sure you won't get jealous?"
"I'm sure," Daniel said with a smirk. "I can direct the action, so to speak," and Jack snorted. "His safe word is 'armageddon'."
"Isn't that everyone's?" Jack asked, snorting again.
"Maybe, which is why it's easier to remember."
"I guess."
"Jack?"
"What?" Jack asked, his eyes roaming over Daniel once again. Talking about this role-playing fantasy had his blood boiling.
"I figured out something else, about Jason, and I think you should know on the grounds that I don't like secrets between the three of us. He doesn't just love you. He's in love with you."
Jack blinked several times at him, then fish-mouthed. "Wow," he said softly. "How? I thought he loved you."
Daniel shrugged. "He does. I love both of you, am in love with both of you. I know he wants you to act as if you want him more than anything else. Can you do that?"
Jack stared, fish-mouthing again, only out of shocked dismay. "Daniel! Fuckin A. You don't think much of me, do you?"
"Jack, I just said I was in love with you."
"Was?"
"Jack, don't play tense games. You know what I mean. I also know that you don't love Jason the way he loves you. There's nothing wrong with that. I was just asking that for the sake of the role-playing game, could you beef up the alpha male thing? You know, let it all go?"
Jack bit his lip. "I get it...sort of...but maybe I need to practice," and he got an intense look in his eyes as he gazed back at Daniel. "Something...like...this?" and he lowered his lips to Daniel's softly, then started nibbling, slowly quickening the bites, then unexpectedly kissed Daniel hard as his hands tightened, roughened. When he let Daniel go from the torrid kiss, Daniel was speechless, gasping for air, and very, very hard.
"Something like that?" Jack asked him in a whisper as he bent to kiss and nip his neck.
"Yessssss, ssssssomething like that."
Jack got up off of him and pulled Daniel to his feet. "Come on," and he pulled Daniel after him, mindful always of his ankle. He led Daniel to the bedroom and tossed off his shirt, then stopped, took a long look at Daniel, then grabbed him and forcefully took Daniel's shirt off, pulling it roughly over his head.
Daniel felt the roughness, the urgency, the heat from Jack. He wanted more. "Jack?"
"What, Daniel?" he asked as he bent to kiss him several times while he removed Daniel's shorts in short order.
Daniel wanted to talk some more but maybe now wasn't a good time for conversation. "Never mind," and he reached out to remove the rest of Jack's clothing. Jack pulled him to the bed and lay over him, his hands rough and almost savage.
"What, Daniel?" Jack asked impatient, hating it when Daniel did that.
"Jason is a bit intimidated by you," he said, panting as Jack's hands caressed him everywhere, his touch plying and searching.
"What?" Jack asked, not stopping as bit Daniel's throat along the pulse point, leaving red marks.
"It might come in handy during the game, that's all."
Jack raised his head and looked at Daniel. "Okay, I'll think on that later, Daniel but right now, no more talking about anything but what we're doing."
"We?"
"Me. You asked me to go alpha, and maybe I need the practice," as he took Daniel in his arms and rubbed his groin against him, hard, sending shocks through each other.
"I don't think you need practice," Daniel said breathlessly as his arms wrapped around Jack.
"You want me to stop?" Jack murmured, nipping along his collarbone.
"I didn't say that, no," Daniel drawled out and closed his eyes.
"You want me to fuck you?" he asked Daniel as he nipped harder, moving to the top of his pectorals. Daniel gasped, feeling the blood rushing to both his ears and his already hard dick as Jack's hands roughly massaged his hips and thighs.
Daniel returned the same rough caresses, and whispered, "Yes," while responding to Jack's ardent advances...feeling the need to have Jack possess him, just as much as Jason wanted it, too. Daniel led this relationship of theirs most of the time, and it was time to let Jack get a little of his own back, so to speak.
He was lost in Jack's touch and didn't realize that Jack had gotten the lube until he felt the cool silky liquid pressed into his anus, Jack's fingers probing and pushing. A hard, heavy pushing then, and Jack was beginning to enter him. "Oh God," Daniel whispered, and spread his legs, lifting them to wrap around Jack's waist, but Jack grabbed hold of his calves and pushed them against his chest. He felt Jack's cock pushing slowly, so slowly, and he closed his eyes, loving the feel of him as Jack buried himself inside, then began to pull slowly out.
Jack's voice then surprised him as he pressed his lips to Daniel's ear, and growled, "You want Alpha Jack, you got Alpha Jack." Without further warning, or even a slow build-up, Daniel's libido went into overdrive as Jack thrust hard into his body.
"Ohmygod, Jack!" Daniel cried out, feeling his cock hitting his prostate immediately, over and over. Jack wasn't slowing or changing speeds or anything. He was pounding him right away. Oh God. His breathing immediately changed to hard gasps, as he cried out the sudden need. "Fuck...me...oh God!" Daniel suddenly realized how badly he wanted Jack to take him this way, though he had no way to respond or kiss him or do anything. Jack was in control all the way, and it was such a fucking turn on! Jack knew it, too and his voice changed, becoming deeper, more dangerous.
"You want me to fuck you through the floor? Possess you? Ride you hard?" he asked as he thrust inside him with unbelievable strength and speed.
"Yes!" Daniel screamed out, and was lost as Jack took over, biting his neck and shoulders, then slowing his strokes only a little as he leaned down to kiss him thoroughly, his tongue thrusting in time with his hips. Daniel reached down and began to stroke his throbbing cock urgently, succumbing quickly to the amazing animal pleasure Jack gave him.
Jack had never felt such power and strength as he fucked Daniel furiously into the mattress. Their bodies were dripping with sweat as the hard passion increased, the need intensified. Daniel looked so good, he thought, watching him writhe under him, his head back and his mouth open, emitting constant guttural cries. Jack never thought he could let himself go, but he did, and Daniel invited him, begging him to fuck him as hard as he could.
"Yes, yes," Jack cried out, feeling his balls tightening, "you like it, don't you? Feeling me fuck you senseless..."
"Yes, yes, fuck me.....!"
Jack thrust hard several more times, rocking Daniel up the bed and against the headboard, making Daniel reach up with his free hand and grasp the top. "Yes, yes," Daniel repeatedly begged, and felt Jack tighten. Jack stopped thrusting and began to grind into him, then he screamed out, "DANNY!" as the lightning flashed behind his eyes. "OH GOD!" he choked out as his orgasm took him.
Daniel's eyes widened in shock as Jack's semen hit his small gland, creating that hot, tight pleasure that made his body shake as his orgasm took control of him. He found his voice strangled as he tried to scream out his pleasure, and grabbed Jack and pulled him down into an electrifying kiss. Jack responded, kissing back, his tongue wrestling with Daniel's as they rode out their mutual tremors.
Their bodies quieted, the spasms faded, and Jack moved off of Daniel gently, kissing him softly.
"You liked that, Danny?"
Daniel eyes were closed, his face showing how much he enjoyed what they had experienced. When he could form words without slurring them, he said, "What do you think, Jack?" he whispered. He opened his eyes slowly and gave him a wonderful smile. "Did you?"
"Oh yeah," Jack whispered back, his voice a little louder. "You want me to give Jason something like that?"
Daniel hesitated instead of saying 'yes'. "Do you want to, Jack?"
Jack smiled at their planned sexual escape. "I want to give him something he'll never forget."
Daniel wrapped his arms around him. "I love you."
"Love you back."
~
Almost four hours later, Jason came walking into the house, making his way to the kitchen. Daniel was preparing dinner and Jason reached around him for the fridge door.
"Hello, gorgeous. Miss me?" he asked, kissing him on the back on the head.
"Always."
He retrieved a beer and looked over Daniel's shoulder to inspect what he was making. He kissed his neck, then noticed some rather obvious red marks that could only be love bites. He felt a twinge of loss at missing out.
"Damn, Daniel. What caused Jack to get so carried away?" he asked as he kissed each one he found.
"I explained our plan for Tuesday," Daniel said carefully. Jason paused.
"You told him?" he asked, knowing damn well it was a dumb question.
Jack was coming down the hall and heard Jason's voice. The more he thought about the plan for Tuesday, the more he became aroused by it. Making love to Daniel like...an animal...earlier, he realized with surprise just how much he got off on it. He found that he also wanted to take Jason that way, and actually realized that he preferred to fuck Jason with animal abandon. Slow and gentle was okay, but he liked it better with Daniel. With Jason, that hot animal sex would be reserved for him...probably from now on.
All Jack needed to do was make sure that he didn't hurt Jason in the process, although he didn't think that likely. Jason was more likely to hurt him back. Of course, so was Daniel. Jack thought it curious how they both expected him to act like an alpha male around them, when Jack thought that Daniel was the real alpha.
Oh well, not that it mattered. Daniel wanted this. So did Jason. Jack decided to start "the behavior" early, give Jason a good taste of what he'd get in spades on Tuesday. He felt himself getting hard at the idea.
"I told him, Jason," Daniel replied, shivering at the kisses Jason rained down on his shoulders and neck.
Jason was still kissing Daniel's neck when Jack entered the kitchen and snuck up behind him. He startled him as he wrapped his arms around him and pulled him away from Daniel.
"Hello, Jason. Yes, he told me," Jack said darkly, "and I can't wait, but I could use some practice," then bit into Jason's neck and he pressed his groin into his backside.
"Ha! He used that line on me earlier. I don't think he needs the practice, do you, Jace?"
Jason's eyes were closed as Jack bit him hard on the side of the neck, sucking, biting harder, widening his bite as he went. Jack was poised like a tiger on it's kill, and he growled into Jason's neck. Jason shivered as the vibration of the growl went through his ears and throughout his body, then he felt Jack's hand reaching down to immediately cup his crotch. No wasting of time, no long foreplay. God. He wanted him so badly. Jack turned him around hard suddenly and pushed him up against the wall, then kissed him hard and deep as his arms tightened around him. Jason began to moan, rubbing his groin against Jack's resuming touch, which was none too gentle and very, very persuasive.
Daniel stood there, continuing to peel potatoes, and had to bite his lips together to keep from grinning. Jack let Jason up for air then, leaving him breathless. Neither one spoke, staring into each other's eyes as they communicated a deep understanding.
"Jack's in a mood today, Jason."
"So I gathered," Jason said, then pulled himself together enough to give Jack a playful shove, then opened his beer and sat down at the table.
"It would probably help, Jason, if you weren't so biteable," Jack said, grabbing his own beer and moving over to sit across from Jason and stare at him, predator to prey. "You are too, Daniel."
Daniel guffawed. "Oh, so this is my fault?"
"No, it's Jack's," Jason said simply, then gave Jack a withering glance, but he knew that this was just a time out. Jack was going to fuck him, within half an hour...this was only a temporary game of cat and mouse. Jason so loved it.
"Sure, and you wouldn't do it to him?"
Jason gave Jack a measured smile. "I didn't say that," then he paused. "But Jack, could you possibly bite him a little harder maybe?" and smiled as he took a small sip of beer, then brought a hand to his neck. "Or me?"
"Uh huh. I haven't even begun with you yet. But keep up the smart ass remarks, Jason. You'll only get it worse on Tuesday."
Jason's lips twitched for a smile, "Promises, promises," and he turned his head away, suddenly finding something outside fascinating as he felt himself hardening at the idea of Jack pounding inside him. Jack cleared his throat and playfully pushed at Jason's shoulder. Jason tried to ignore him but Jack kept pushing. Jason turned his head slowly, giving Jack a seriously lethal stare.
"Jack, unless you want to end up on the bed getting your brains fucked out, cut it out."
"Oooooooh," both Daniel and Jack replied.
"He's threatening you, Jack. What are you gonna do about that?" Daniel teased as he started to cut up the potatoes in long thin strips.
Jack tilted his head back and took a long swallow from his beer, all the while eyeing Jason carefully. "Oh, I'd say that he'll be the one getting his brains fucked out, and real soon, too."
Jason gave Jack the same 'swallow and stare' routine, knowing it was time to throw down the gauntlet. "Jack, you wouldn't dare."
Jack stood up, ripped off his tee, grabbed Jason by the wrist and drug him down the hall, all the while pulling at the buttons of Jason's shirt.
"He's in a very playful mood, Jace! I already warned you," Daniel called after them, sniggering. "You're gonna have a sore ass now."
Jack shoved him on the bed, trying to remove the shirt and when his impatient fingers wouldn't undo them, he growled, "Fuck it," and ripped it open, making Jason gasp. "Take your pants off, now!" Jack ordered him, and Jason glared back at him, feeling his own alpha rising to the occasion, but he complied, removing his jeans and boxers. He met Jack's eyes as Jack removed his clothes, then watched carefully as Jack moved up on the bed.
"Come here, Jace. Up, on your knees, and turn around." Jason did, but on all fours, and Jack pulled him back up into a kneeling position, spooning up behind him. He wrapped his arms about him, caressing Jason with his hands. He felt as much power now as he had earlier with Daniel. His fingers pinched and twisted Jason's nipples, making him wince in pleasure, his dick very hard now. Jack felt Jason's body jerk as his hand curled around his dick while his teeth latched hold to the side of his neck opposite to the bite he'd already inflicted on him.
"I want you," Jack growled, and Jason gasped and moaned, feeling Jack's cock sliding against his ass as Jack began an undulating motion with his body. This was different, Jason thought, his mind whirling with excitement. Jack was different!
. .
In the kitchen, Daniel was washing his hands quickly, then drying them with a towel. He'd prodded Jason earlier, then Jack after that. If what he wanted to happen was going to happen, it would happen now, not next week. Jack's mood already told him this. He had to hear it for himself. He walked silently down the hall, hearing the arousing moans and gasps from Jason, the growling moans and groans from Jack. Jack's voice now, whispering, dark and lustful. Daniel hurried to the half-open door and pushed it open more. He'd never seen Jack alone with Jason, and what he saw and heard made him so very pleased, and so goddamn hard. He leaned against the door jamb, watching, listening, staying put. He knew he was eavesdropping on their time together, but he had to know. Neither of these stubborn men would tell him later.
. .
Jason was moaning, breathing out harsh gasps as Jack undulated his body, his cock not entering him, but his hand was very busy caressing, stroking, driving him insane. Jack's free arm held him across his chest, then his body slowed and stopped and he reached our to grab the lube. His hand moved away from Jason's cock and Jason felt the cool liquid pressed against his entrance.
"I won't need any prep, Jack."
"You will need lube," Jack warned. He pressed a healthy amount of it into the entrance to his ass, then slathered it over his own cock. Tossing it aside, he positioned his dick and placed his arms and hands back where they were before: over Jason's chest, and around his dick. "I really want you. Spread your knees for me, Jace."
Jason spread his knees, his legs, and so did Jack. He then felt the large heated flesh push into his entrance and he gasped as Jack slid in smoothly, but tightly. Jack groaned, and his hand left Jason's dick and flattened over his lower abdomen, holding him still while he pushed his cock all the way inside. Jack then began to pump in and out, knowing that Jason didn't want him to wait. And Jason didn't. He brought his mouth down to Jason's neck again, biting fiercely, almost like a predator, like he had in the kitchen.
Jason tilted his head, giving Jack as much access to his skin as he wanted, loving the shivers the bites sent through his body. "Yes, Jack," he panted harshly, and at his words, Jack's hands began to travel around his body, molding his skin roughly to his will. It sent Jason into ecstasy; it was what he craved, this rough touch from Jack.
. .
Daniel was hard as hell, and he stepped away from the door and stepped out of his shorts, then his boxers. He stroked himself as he leaned back against the frame, watching, listening, and he soon heard the words he'd been hoping to hear, words that would set Jason's heart at ease.
. .
Jack growled at he pistoned his dick inside Jason, nipping now at Jason's ear, at his hair behind his ear, biting him at the nape of his neck as Jason lowered his head, holding fast to Jack's hands that continued to caress and roughly massage his body. Jack suddenly brought a hand up just under Jason's chin and cupped his face roughly. His action surprised Jason, even as his pistoning seemed to increase in speed. His lips pressed against his ear and he spoke in a gruff whisper.
"I love you, Jason. Don't you ever forget it."
"I love you, too, Jack," and before Jason could say anything else, Jack's hand on his jaw turned his face sideways and Jack kissed him hard, thrusting his tongue into his mouth to duel with Jason's. Jason moaned into his mouth as he brought his hand up around Jack's neck, pulling him down into the kiss, equalling, letting Jack know he loved him back. Jack's hips increased decidedly then, and as their kiss deepened, Jack's hips began slow, hard thrusts.
. .
Daniel closed his eyes as he heard the words and he was so proud of his lovers just then, most especially of Jack. He couldn't have loved them more than at that moment. He was going to walk away, but Jack's roughened, predatory desire stopped him. He became mesmerized and without thinking, he started to pump his cock through his fist, faster and faster, matching Jack's suddenly violent passion.
. .
Jack tilted Jason's head back sharply and nipped sharply down his neck. "I love fucking you, baby."
"Yes, yes, I love it when you fuck me."
Neither of them spoke after that, as their lust sparked a new kind of passion between them. Jack pushed them both forward and Jason fell onto his forearms, Jack's hand on his cock, his other hand under him, latched onto his shoulder. He opened his legs, pushing Jason's open with them, then he began to pound, slam, breach his cock into Jason, as if needing to split the man in two. Jason lifted his ass on each thrust, pushing back just as violently. Their actions were too intense, overwhelming, surprising, and they screamed together as they came hard, their bodies jerking just as violently through the hard spasms. It took a long while for them to calm, and when they finally did, Jack pulled Jason onto his side, kissing his neck, spooning behind as his leg pushed between Jason's, wrapping them together. Neither spoke; they simply held onto each other and drifted off in their post-coital nap.
. .
Daniel was just as surprised as his lovers, and probably even more so, when he came with them, his semen spilling out over his busy hand. He slid down the door frame as his body rocked through his orgasm. When he felt the tremors subsiding, he forced himself to his feet, and preferring to leave his lovers their moment alone, he went into the shower and cleaned himself up. He couldn't seem to wipe this grin off his face, either. They'd admitted it. His pride in them would forever remember this day. Sappy, but true.
~
Later on after dinner, Daniel made a challenge to the three of them, that they refrain from sex for three days. They'd tried but kissing, nuzzling while watching TV was proving to be too big a distraction, so Daniel had asked them to go home.
"Daniel, I've gotten used to sleeping next to you," Jack said with mild complaint as he put on his leather coat.
"Me, too, Jack, but I think we'll have a better time on Tuesday if we go without and we won't be able to go without if we sleep together. It's much too big a temptation."
"Tuesday?" Jason asked, then remembered. "Oh, um," and he cleared his throat. "Nevermind."
Daniel gave him a lurid grin, then smiled at both of them. Though they both agreed with him, they went home grumpy. Very grumpy. The rest of the weekend drove them all nuts and they spent waaaay too much time on the phone.
~ ~
Tuesday
~
Jason stood in his sister Lysa's dining room, wearing in his dress blues and holding a beer in one hand while he kept his other hand in his pants pocket. He kept levelling death threats at his sister whenever she looked over at him and desperately wished he had his pistol or a zat. Her faith in her friends' comportment was sadly misplaced and she kept mouthing the words, "I'm sorry." He been there for an hour and was wishing to God he'd never shown up.
Jason was fielding sexual offers left and right. If they'd been from men, he probably wouldn't have minded, though he'd still have turned them down. But these were all women, and he had to lie and fend off the come-ons at the same time. After a half an hour, it was getting to be too much.
Lysa entered the kitchen and Jason followed.
"When Dylan is visiting elsewhere, I am so gonna kick your ass."
"Jason, I'm sorry. I forgot how good you look. You're my brother, so I'm used to it and I don't notice as much. Some of these girlfriends I've only known for a year, so I'm really sorry for not knowing how they'd react."
"I wish you could have told them I was gay."
She sighed. "Me too. I'm really, really sorry. If you wanna leave, I'd understand."
He gave her a long suffering glare.
"Really understand, Jason," and her face told him that she wouldn't care if he left.
"Well, get me a few photos of me with my nephew, and you'll be forgiven, okay?"
"Done!" she said relieved. She came back out with a fresh beer for one of her girlfriends, who incidentally was the only one not flirting outrageously with Jason. She also coincidentally held Dylan. Jason took the beer and held it out to her girlfriend.
"Trade you?" Jason said, grinning.
"Deal," she said, as Dylan fussed and fidgeted. "I think Dylan's off his feed," she commented to her long-time girlfriend.
"Could be, but just watch, Eileen. Jason's got the the golden touch with him."
"Oh, sure," she said dubiously.
"Hold on, Jace," Lysa said as she grabbed a spit-up towel and draped it over his shoulder. Jason took the fussy baby carefully into his arms and sure enough, Dylan immediately quieted, laying his head down on Jason's shoulder and closing his eyes. Jason smirked but that smirk was short-lived as echoes of "awwwww" came from around the living room. He rolled his eyes at his sister and she winced. Jason nodded at her, then at Dylan, letting her know to get the camera post haste. She did and took several photos before stopping to change film. After shooting half of the roll of film, Lysa set the camera down as the doorbell rang.
"I'll be right back," she said, leaving Jason standing in the dining room with the baby.
When Lysa opened the door, a quiet collective gasp came from a few women who stood near enough to see who was at the doorstep. Lysa recognized Daniel, but not the man in front of him. A gorgeous looking older officer, also in dress blues. Daniel was wearing an all black suit, along with black sunglasses, and she'd never seen him looking so...sinister.
"Good afternoon, ma'am. We're here for Major Coburn," Jack said, his eyes hidden behind his mirrored sunglasses.
"Oh, is anything wrong?"
"Nothing, ma'am. He's just needed elsewhere," Jack replied enigmatically.
"Oh-kay..." and she turned around and headed for the dining room. "Jason," she whispered, "Daniel and a man I've never seen before are here for you. They look very serious."
Jason blinked in surprise. They wouldn't come here...would they? Jason shook his head. Of course, they would. Stupid question. He walked out to the foyer and saw Jack and froze. My God! Did the man have a right to look that drop-dead gorgeous or what? And Daniel? All in black? Jason's mouth twitched as that phrase "man in black" came to him, except no "man in black" ever look so positively handsome, gorgeous, beautiful, glorious, exquisite, ravishing...
All those words were going through Daniel's mind as well as he took in Jason in his dress blues. Jack, on the other hand, had an additional reaction. Yes, Jason was definitely to die for in that uniform. Completely fuckable, too. But Jason was also holding a baby and he looked so...what? Elusive? Straight? Virginal? The images in his mind only set off the game in his mind. Jack's alpha mode was definitely kicking in.
"Colonel O'Neill? Daniel? What's going on?"
"You have to come with us, Major. We're sorry to take you from your family, but we have to go."
"Can you tell me why?" Jason asked as he transferred the towel and Dylan to Lysa's shoulder.
"No, I'm sorry. Security, you understand."
"Oh, yeah, I understand."
Grabbing his hat and sunglasses, Jason gave his sister a quick kiss and stepped outside. What he saw made his jaw drop. A limousine. A black one. Wow. Tinted windows, of course. He frowned as he saw Daniel opening the door and letting Jack inside.
"Daniel?"
"I'm driving, Jason. Can't risk anyone driving us. Remember the safe word?" he asked him softly, but he lowered his sunglasses and Jason saw that his eyes were bright with excitement, the irises enlarged.
"I do. Armageddon."
"Good. Remember, if at any time you need to ask me something outside of the game, but you don't want to stop, then say 'Time Out' When you go back to the game say, 'End of Time Out.' Got it?" Jason nodded, unprepared for this to start so soon, but very willing. "The game starts now," Daniel whispered, then changed the tone of his voice slightly. "Please get in the car, Major. The Colonel's waiting."
Jason nervously got inside and saw that Jack sat in the opposite corner of the long, deep back seat that faced the front of the car. His back was against the cushioned side, and his left leg was bent and resting up on the seat. Jason sat down on the same seat, but at his own end, resting his back against his own cushioned side of the car. Daniel shut the door, then got into the driver's seat, started the vehicle up, then drove off down the road. The tinted window that separated the back of the vehicle with the drivers section lowered all the way. Daniel's voice came out over a speaker, though Jason could see him very well.
"Colonel, the Major's been briefed and we're on our way to the airport. Major, there are plenty of things in back to enjoy yourself with, so feel free."
Jason watched as Jack unbuttoned his jacket, then took off his hat and glasses. He leaned forward to mix himself a drink.
"Make yourself comfortable, Jason. We're going to be together for a while. A long while."
Jason swallowed nervously, partly in character, and partly because he was very nervous. Very nervous. He figured he could use that, since he was supposed to be the inexperienced one here. He unbuttoned his jacket, then took off his glasses. Still thinking, he ran through a million things in his mind.
What do I say? What do I say first? After that, do I act surprised, fearful, do I admit who and what I am or do I deny it? Oh God! If Jack's going to be Alpha, do I fight him? Do I submit? Even if it's only token fighting? Did Daniel prepare him? Did he tell him everything? And just what else have they in mind? Daniel always improvises and makes things up as he goes. What else has he in mind for me? You know what? I don't care.
He leaned forward to mix himself a drink and Jack opened the mini-fridge, looked inside, then opened something that looked like a bread warmer. "Want some snacks? There's some good stuff in here?"
Jason shook his head. "What I'd like to know, Colonel--"
"Jack."
"Um...Jack, is what I'm doing here. Limo's aren't authorized military vehicles, except for Generals."
"You're right. We rented this baby. Special Occasion." Jack sat back, taking his drink along with a plateful of stuffed mushrooms. Instead of sitting back where he was, he sat forward, then scooted over to the middle, bringing his leg in brief contact with Jason's. The spark that was sent through both of them was electrical. Neither had touched the other in three days. Jack personally didn't realize how much he'd missed Jason until he wasn't around. It was different on missions, but now, they were on leave. The psychology was therefore...different. He set the plate down on a pull-down table. "Basically, Jason, we're kidnapping you, Daniel and I."
Jason choked on his drink. "Excuse me?"
"It's like this," Jack said as he took one of the mushrooms and popped it in his mouth, making a 'delicious' sound, sighing, then chased it down with his whiskey and ice. "Daniel and I like you...a lot. We also know that you like us..."
"Well, no kidding, uh, Jack. We're friends," and Jason took a sip of his kahlua and ice. He shifted so that he faced Jack slightly. He eyed the mushrooms, stuffed with something that looked like meat, maybe lobster or crab, he couldn't tell by the spices he saw but the stuff looked good. Jack turned, bringing his knee up onto the seat again, this time coming into direct contact with Jason's thigh, making Jason break off his concentration on the food. "You misunderstand me, Jason."
"How so?"
"We're gay...and we think you are, too. Please...don't tell us we're mistaken."
Jason pretended to choke once more. "Um...gay?"
"Yes."
"Both of you?"
"Yes."
Jason let himself feel a flush of excitement and he brought up the feelings he had when he was nineteen and had gone out with a gay man for the first time. He used those feelings to fuel his part in the game.
"Um, wow. And you think I'm gay?"
"We've noticed you watching one or both of us in the showers."
From the front, Daniel added, "You were watching my ass, Jason. You should have said something because I know you saw me staring at your dick."
Jason looked away, somehow managing a convincing blush.
"How have you, at 40, Jason, managed to remain so inexperienced?" Jack asked him.
"I...can't...won't talk about that. It's too embarrassing," and he cleared his throat then, "but, okay, yes, I am gay. It doesn't matter, though. Aren't you guys involved? I don't want to get in the middle of something, so maybe you can just take me back to my sister's."
Before Jack could answer, Daniel did. "Jason," he asked, "do you want to go back to a room full of women drooling over you in that suit?"
Jason visibly shuddered. "No."
"Well, then come with us. We'll show you a good time. We're um, going...fishing...and we're inviting you. We thought we'd rescue you from that party. You did not look like you wanted to go when you mentioned it a few days ago so...here we are."
The rearview mirror told Jason that the look in Daniel's eyes said "plotting". He'd never seen that look before and for some reason, it excited him.
"Ohh-kay," he sighed, "I guess I could use some fun. Although fishing isn't what I had in mind."
"Good," Daniel said, and Jack merely smiled. "Jack, I'll change when we get to the airport, but you guys take advantage of all that room and change in there. Don't want to ruin those nice clothes, do you?" He held a bag up through the separating window and Jack reached over and grabbed it.
"He's right. Especially with the appetizers we have in here. Can't afford to mess up our uniforms."
Jason looked confused. "We'll have to stop off at my apartment then, cause I don't have any--"
"Nonsense. I brought clothes for all of us. I know your size, Jason. What I have should fit."
"How would you know?" Jason asked suspiciously.
"I got your laundry by mistake once, at the base."
"Oh."
Jack removed his jacket, then swiftly kicked off his shoes and removed his trousers, throwing them on the seat. Jason followed him, and was soon removing his tie, his shirt, then his sleeveless tee, his dog tags jingling and hanging bare between his pecs. He left his boxers on and took the jeans and tee shirt Jack offered him. The two of them were now clad only in boxers and their dog tags.
"It's warm where we're going. You won't need a coat," Jack told him as Jason eyed the two pieces of clothing.
"What about shoes?"
"Oh, sorry." Jack handed him a pair of sneakers. Jason didn't put on his tee shirt yet. Inwardly, what he wanted was for Jack to fuck him right now. He started to slide on his jeans, when Jack's hand came over his.
"Leave them off for now." It was almost an order, but more of a statement. And it wasn't a request.
Jason wondered at it, but left it alone. He knew Jack could see his obvious arousal, just as he could see Jack's. Jack leaned in and held up a mushroom, knowing from Daniel that Jason loved stuffed mushrooms.
"We're not really going fishing. That's just a story we tell people. Here...try this...it's warm and delicious." He held his hand underneath to catch any drips of butter sauce. Jason watched Jack's eyes as he took a slow, sensuous bite from half of the mushroom. Jack's buttered fingertip brushed over his lips. Jason swallowed quickly and Jack fed him the second half, then leaned forward to kiss the butter off of his lips.
Jason shied away a little and Jack hesitated, staring curiously into Jason's eyes. "Jason? Are you a virgin?" Jason looked away, then screwed up his courage and looked back into the eyes that he could lose himself in.
"No, not really. Does that change things?"
"Not really, but what does 'not really' mean?"
"Once. One time. A very long time ago."
Jack should his head slowly. "It changes nothing. Daniel?" he called out. "You were right. He's only had it once."
Daniel shook his head. "How'd you manage that, Jason?"
"I guess I'm the flyboy's version of a nerd, I don't know. I just liked schooling, training, working, and...other things. And since I was always turning down women and most gay men think I'm straight...and I would never approach one on the base...well, time just flew by, I guess."
"That explains the last few years. What about before that?" Jack asked, disbelieving.
Jason just shrugged as he licked his lips free of any left over butter taste. Jack picked up another mushroom and held it to Jason's lips.
"Well, don't you think it's time you caught up?" he asked, then his expression convinced Jason to open his mouth and Jack slid the mushroom inside, his thumb lingering over his bottom lip. "You are just as delicious as those mushrooms. Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?" he said as his buttered fingertips reached down to coat Jason's erect nipples.
Jason swallowed hard, then began to cough. Jack grabbed a covered water glass from the fridge and handed it to Jason who took it quickly, drinking it down. While Jason was busy, Jack lowered the back of the seat to a 45 degree angle.
"No one's ever said that to me," he choked out in a rasp as he got himself back under control.
"Well, I'd say it's about time they did," Jack told him, then leaned forward to kiss him again as he brought his hands around him and pushed them both back against the reclining seat. Jason remained absolutely still, pretending shock, while Jack gave him a slow, closed-mouth kiss which eventually opened up. Jack's lips tasted of butter and garlic and Jason wanted desperately to open his mouth and invite Jack's delicious tongue inside. But he had to pretend his, er, inexperience, didn't he? Either way, he was well on his way to getting the hardest erection he'd ever had...next to that first time with Daniel.
Jack's grip was strong, sure, and very alpha male, and Jason felt himself being pulled against Jack, the barest touch of skin against skin made his dick harden. Jack's fingertips moved over his nipples, then he moved his mouth down Jason's chin, then latched onto one nipple, then the other, sucking, pulling between his teeth, moaning at their taste.
"Mmmm, tastes like butter," he moaned softly. He made his way back up to Jason's mouth, then opened his lips and darted his tongue out to taste Jason's lips. He probed to force his mouth open, and Jason let him, hesitantly bringing his hands to Jack's chest, feeling the heat of the man through his lightly haired chest, and twining his fingers around his dog tags. Jack repositioned his body, pushing a knee between Jason's thighs and forcing them apart, then Jason felt Jack's hand sliding slowly toward his groin. He was so hard and he jumped as both Jack's tongue pushed down his throat and his hand firmly caressed his cock through his boxers. He couldn't help but moan, his tongue trying not to duel with Jack's but he found himself doing so anyway. Wasn't he supposed to be fighting him? No, only sometimes...or maybe, just a little token fighting. He made himself ineffectually push against Jack's chest as Jack fondled him. His own dick, and hips, betrayed him as they pushed up willingly into Jack's hand, constantly stroking, caressing, lulling him. Jack opened his eyes and watched Jason as his hand began to work him in earnest.
"What did you do...that one time...Jason?"
"I...fucked," he whispered, his eyes showing increasing signs of lust...and need.
"Anything else?" Jack asked as he pulled on his cock through the fabric.
"No, I was in kind of a hurry," Jason replied, becoming more breathless.
"Well, damn, Jason, we can't have that," as Jack's palm pressed up and down the length of his cock.
"Jack, you really sh-should stop that," then he inhaled sharply as Jack slipped his hand inside his boxers and tightened his fingers around his erection. "Jack...m-m-maybe we should take this slow."
"No, Jason," Jack said, shaking his head. "It's been too long. You need to have your socks blown off."
Jason was mesmerized by Jack's eyes as he stopped stroking and began to pull down his boxers. Jason's hand came up to his to block his movements, though not very well.
"No, Jack, not in the car."
"Trust me, Jason."
Jason didn't know what to say to that and though he still tried to push Jack's hand away, he found himself a very willing subject in this game. Jason inhaled again as Jack's hands moved down his legs, removing his boxers, then sliding back up his thighs. Jack's mouth was on the inside of his thigh and his hands were forcing his legs apart. Jack's mouth moved away from Jason's thigh, forcing Jason to gasp once more as his took his dick into his warm hand. Jason's fingers clutched into the leather of the car seat and kept his eyes locked on Jack's as Jack pulled and squeezed his cock slowly, so agonizingly slowly. His breathing became short, panting.
"You like that, Jason?" Jack asked, rubbing his very obvious hard-on against Jason's thigh.
"Yes," Jason gulped.
"Lay back and enjoy it then, and don't fight me."
Jack then brought his mouth down onto Jason's dick, and Jason gasped loudly, his hands moving immediately to Jack's head, his fingers clutching his hair.
"Oh God!" and he closed his eyes to the feel of Jack's hot wet mouth.
Jack brought his hands underneath to cup and squeeze Jason's buttocks, then began to seriously suck Jason off. Jason couldn't help it and his hips began to thrust upward, needing to feel that tightening, that rubbing of Jack's tongue, that...
"We're almost there, guys," Daniel called out.
Jack pulled away from him suddenly and Jason protested in a loud groan. So did Jack, but his was verbal.
"Fuck! We don't have time!" Jack growled. He leaned in and gave Jason's cock several hard pumps while he kissed the hell out of him. Jason moaned in desperation but Jack pulled away, leaving him hot and bothered and thoroughly teased.
"Get dressed, Jason. We'll finish this later."
Jason couldn't believe it. Goddamn you, Jack!
Jason got dressed, put on his shoes, then his glasses and resumed sipping his liquor silently, feeling extremely put out and turned on beyond belief. Jack didn't fail to notice Jason's aroused discomfort as Daniel finally pulled the car to a stop.
"You okay?" Jack asked gruffly.
"No," Jason croaked. "Where are we?"
"The airport," Daniel said. "Come on, we've got a plane to catch."
On the plane, things acted business-like, and Jason followed their lead, making small talk as they flew the few hours' flight to Minnesota. It took him a little while, but he was able to get his raging hard-on to die down. After they landed and walked to the parking lot, Jason followed Daniel and Jack to a four-wheel drive truck with a canopy. They got in, with Jason sitting solo in the back seat of the kingcab, and drove to a small shop near the airport. A catering shop. Daniel stepped out, opened the back, and went inside the shop. He came out with three employees, all four carried large, deep, covered trays. Their food for the cabin? They set them in the back of the truck, Daniel paid them, and they took off. Another stop was made at a specialty food shop, then at a liquor store. Then one more curious stop. An "adult" store. Daniel came out with a handled shopping bag and set that inside, too. They got going again and Jack said they had about one hour of driving to do. Plenty of light still remained but it would be getting dark in only a few hours. After they'd been chatting away with more small talk for about half an hour, Jack suddenly pulled off onto a long dirt road. After driving for ten minutes, he pulled over and stopped.
"I gotta take a leak," Jack said and got out and walked off into the edge of the woods.
Daniel turned around in his seat.
"Jason...?" he said, his voice in a warning tone.
"What?" Jason asked warily.
"This is where it gets very interesting, and very dangerous. Jack has some plans for you, but I think you should know that Jack has more planned than just simply giving you some normal experience," and Daniel got out then, then pointed at a clear cut path through the woods. "See that? That's an escape. It'll lead to a diner after about three miles or so, I think." Then Daniel's voice and demeanor changed slightly. "Jason, Time Out. It doesn't really. It leads to Jack's cabin about a half a mile from here. Get out and run. Now's your chance to fulfil this part of the fantasy. Trust me?"
"With my life."
"Okay. End of time out." He changed his demeanor again, and pulled Jason out of the truck with a rough grip, then pushed him up against the truck. "If you want to be fucked and sucked and fucked again, all night long, and you aren't afraid, then by all means, stay put. Otherwise, there's the exit. It's up to you. I do have to put these on you now, though," and Daniel quickly handcuffed Jason's wrists. Jason started to protest but Daniel clamped a hand over his mouth. Jason could feel Daniel's erection through both their jeans. He was getting off on this as much as Jason.
"Daniel, what are you doing?" Jack called from his purposely distant position.
"Handcuffing him," Daniel called out, "Now, push me with your shoulder and--"
Jason needed no further prompting or guiding. His blood was on fire with adrenalin and excitement. He pushed Daniel easily to the ground and ran like a deer onto the forest path. He was gone within seconds.
Jack ran over to Daniel and helped him up. He kissed him firmly.
"Get the truck to the cabin. Time for me to catch our flyboy."
"He's quick and he might fight you, though probably not too much, judging by how he reacted to you in the limo. Here," and Daniel handed him a small tube of lube, which Jack quickly put into his back pocket. He growled, gave Daniel a swift kiss, then took off into the woods and down the path after Jason. Daniel got into the truck and sped off - as much as he could with risking spilling the contents of the catered foods.
. .
Jason wanted to stop and try and remove his handcuffs, but he didn't know how long that would take and he just knew Jack was after him. He paused, taking a breather, and looked around him for a moment, taking in the scenery. He heard movement and looked behind him. Jack. Fuck, he was fast. He stared at Jason as he started to walk toward him. Jason started to walk backward in response.
"Jack, why are you doing this?"
"Because I want you. Wasn't that obvious?"
"But to go to all this extreme?"
"Daniel said it was your birthday. He knew all of your favorite foods. This is his idea, by the way, but I'm very much in agreement with it."
"This is not what I'd call a proper birthday. Will you take these off?" but he was still walking backwards, checking over his shoulder to make sure he could run.
"No, not yet," Jack said, giving him a predatory leer. Jason feigned a shocked look in response. He turned around and bolted down the path.
"Oh for crying out loud," Jack grunted, but smiled, and ran after him.
. .
About two hundred yards up ahead, Jason spotted a break in the wood. Jack's cabin probably. He started running faster. Nearing the clearing, Jason saw a large root from a tree sticking out in the middle of the path. His opportunity for a convenient fall so Jack could catch up, and Jack's wasn't all that far behind him, maybe twenty feet or so. He looked over his shoulder just as he reached the root, and neatly tripped and fell onto his back. He started to get back up but Jack tackled him back to the ground, grabbing at his jeans.
"Let me go, Jack!" he hollered as he felt swift, deft fingers unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. He tried slapping them away.
"Jason, stop pretending that you don't want this. I know you do. I can tell about people and I knew exactly what you wanted the moment I kissed you."
"How could you know anything? Let me go!"
Jack leaned his body weight on top of Jason and held his head as he brought his lips to his. Jason kept his mouth closed but Jack forced his lips open with his tongue. He snaked his hand between Jason's legs again, feeling his now very hard erection, and squeezed to get Jason to moan. It worked and he pulled his hand away, then reached up, grabbed the collar of Jason's tee and pulled down, hard. The fabric ripped and Jason's chest was partially exposed. Jason gasped as the sound of the tearing cloth filled his ears. It made him harder; unbelievably harder. He gasped again as Jack's hand began to pull down his jeans.
"You're body betrays you, Jason. You were hard before I touched you. You so want this."
"I've never been handcuffed or tied up, and I'm not into pain and torture," he said, his voice convincingly angry and afraid. Jack gentled his voice but not his touch.
"I'm not into torture or pain, Jason. But you'll find out that there's something exciting about rough sex, about being tied by the wrists to a bed. Now, I must point out that if you fight me, us, then you will be tied down." He got up then and pulled Jason to his feet. Jack looked around. "Ah, there it is." He dragged Jason over to a large tree, and sticking out of the tree was a large blunt hook, meant for tying things onto. Jack lifted Jason's hands, with difficulty as Jason gave him more token resistence, and hooked the handcuff chain so his hands were held over his head, his back to the tree, his body trapped.
"Jack, stop this," Jason whispered as Jack ran his hands over his body, caressing, admiring, periodically bringing his mouth to a nipple to suckle and bite. He knelt down in front of Jason then, pulling down his jeans and boxers to reveal a very, very healthy erection.
"I'd like to fuck you right here, Jason, and I was going to actually, but I've changed my mind. I think I'll toy with you for a bit while Daniel gets the cabin ready." Jack's mouth then descended on Jason's cock once again and pushed his legs apart to reach underneath and caress his balls.
Jason closed his eyes, panting and gasping continuously as Jack's glorious mouth sucked him. He suddenly felt a cooling liquid on his sphincter muscles and he gasped in shock.
"Jack!"
Jack pulled his mouth off of his cock.
"You ever been finger-fucked, Jason?"
"Nnnooo," Jason replied, his voice telling Jack everything.
"You want?"
"I, I don't know, maybe, yes...I don't--" and felt a lubed finger push up inside. "--KNOW! OH GOD JACK!"
Jack twisted his finger, moving it around, searching, searching...ahhhh, found it...and rubbed.
"JACK!" Jason screamed as the amazing sensation of having his prostate stroked spilled through him. "What--
"That was your pleasure center, unlike this..." and he took Jason's cock into his mouth again as he pushed two fingers inside, twisting, scissoring, rubbing.
Jason's head tossed back and forth between his raised and trapped arms, feeling the combined sensations and loving every goddamn minute of it. "Oh God, Oh God," then Jack suddenly pulled his fingers out, and his mouth off of Jason's dick.
"Jack!" Jason protested.
"Time out, Jason. Didn't you tell Daniel that you wanted me to make you beg?"
"Yes, but--" and he gasped as Jack licked at the head of his cock.
"You're gonna beg, Jason. You are so gonna beg. End of Time Out." Then Jack stood up in front of him, pressing up close, then he rubbed up against Jason as he kissed him for a long time, thrusting his tongue in and out of his mouth.
Then they heard Daniel calling out from not so far away. "Almost done, so come on in Jack." Jack released him and pulled Jason's jeans back up but didn't refasten them. He then unhooked him and dragged him to the cabin. "Daniel, is everything ready?"
"Almost. The bed is, though. Hi, Jason. Come with me," and he reached out to grab him.
"Daniel, don't let him come," Jack warned. Daniel took Jason by the handcuffs and led him into the bedroom as Jason cast a glare over his shoulder at Jack. Daniel exchanged grins with Jack before he closed the door.
. .
"Jason, do you need to take a piss."
"Now that you mention it," so Daniel brought him to the bathroom, removed the handcuffs and left Jason by himself.
Jason was in there for a while, and when he came out, his jeans fully fastened, Daniel was standing there with his arms folded, prepared to scowl if need be.
"Jason, you didn't jerk off did you?"
"No! But you know how hard it is to pee with a raging hard-on?"
Daniel softened, then grinned. "Yes. Time Out, Jason," and he pulled Jason to the bed, pushed him down and kissed him breathless. "I have been waiting to do that since Sunday."
"Don't blame me. You set those rules," Jason replied, gasping, feeling a gamut of mixed emotions: pleasure, excitement, impatience, and frustrated anger.
"I know."
"Daniel, Jack is driving me insane. You told him I wanted to beg and he's going to make sure I beg. He's teasing me unmercifully."
Daniel gave Jason a sympathetic moan, then "End of Time Out."
"Dan--mmmffff," and Daniel kissed the hell out of him as he opened and pushed his jeans off of his hips. Then he broke away, slid off the bed to his knees, pulled Jason's shoes off, then his jeans. He stood up then, toed off his own shoes, then proceeded to strip in front of Jason, taking off his shirt and jeans slowly. Jason found himself transfixed, staring at this most beautiful man, wondering what Daniel had planned now. Daniel passed a hand over his own chest as he stood before Jason, nude, and Jason watched Daniel's nipples harden as Daniel got off on Jason watching him.
"Time Out, Jason. It's time for my alpha side to come out. Do you want it, Jason?" Daniel whispered.
Jason nodded, his breathing rapid, erratic. "Yes."
"Do you want to be tied up?"
"Yes."
"Succumb. End of Time Out," Daniel finished, as he moved up to him, his hard cock just below Jason's face and Jason couldn't take his eyes from it. Daniel placed two fingers under his chin and lifted his head up, then leaned down to kiss him lightly on the lips.
Moving back into character, Jason asked, "Why me, Daniel?"
"Because you're too much alone and we both like you. You're also very good looking and we would like to fuck your brains out but that's beside the point," then he grinned, making Jason smile. He watched Jason's eyes move once again to his dick and he felt himself twitch, his cock bobbing up and down.
"Would you like to taste me, Jason?"
Jason's mouth dropped in shock as he pretended a blush, and said, "I...um, yes."
Daniel held up his dick so that the head of his cock was positioned in front of Jason's mouth. "Then suck me," he ordered softly and placed his hand on the back of Jason's neck.
"I don't know h--"
"I'll guide you, Jason. Just do as I say," and Daniel felt the excitement surge through him in anticipation. Jason opened his mouth and made himself appear hesitant, unsure. "It's okay. Taste me, first. Stick your tongue out and swipe at the tip."
Jason did, making Daniel hiss. "Yes, like that. Gooood. Now," and he stepped a tiny bit closer, "Kiss it, open-mouthed, licking over the head as you do." Jason followed his instructions, finding himself lost as if he were doing this for the first time. He closed his eyes and pretended this was the first time he'd ever tasted Daniel. The excitement surged through him just as it did his lover. "Keep going, Jason," Daniel panted, "until you have the whole head inside your mouth," and Jason did, carefully, trying not to touch Daniel with his teeth. "Don't worry about teeth, Jace. Just don't bite," Daniel panted quietly, soothingly, amazed he could even speak. "Now suck and use your tongue," he ordered again, "and grab my ass with your hands. I won't choke you, I promise."
Jason did as instructed, grabbing Daniel's ass as he sucked him. Daniel began to moan encouragement. "Yes, Jason, like that....just like that....oh God, yes." He then placed his hands gently on either side of Jason's face, and pulled his dick from his mouth. "Now, don't be scared, but I'm going to rock my hips now, guiding myself into your mouth. Concentrate on relaxing your jaw and remember to use your tongue. I won't hurt you. You trust me?"
Jason felt himself only nod as he stared into the large blackened eyes of his lover. He opened his mouth again and Daniel pushed the head of his cock inside the hot willing mouth. "Suck softly," he instructed and began to rock his hips just a little, fucking Jason's mouth with just the head of his cock. "Oh yeah, oh yeah," and he tilted his head back, enjoying the feel of it. He slowed and looked back into Jason's eyes. "Now....more," and he pushed an inch more into his mouth, "and relax. When you feel relaxed enough, suck and use your tongue on the underside as much as you can." He began to piston a bit now, holding Jason's face and head, guiding himself inside his mouth more and more as Jason relaxed.
"Oh God, yes, Jason. God, yes. You feel soooo good." He closed his eyes again and let him go with the feeling.
Suddenly the urge was approaching and Daniel felt his balls tingle. "Oh no," and he pulled away, growling, wanting so goddamn much for Jason to suck him dry.
"What's wrong?" Jason asked, knowing damn well what was up, and he, too, wanted to suck Daniel dry.
Daniel closed his eyes and concentrated, slowing his breathing. "There....that's....better." He opened his eyes and looked at Jason. "I almost came, Jason. You're first time shouldn't be someone forcing come down your throat."
"Oh."
"But..." Daniel said dangerously, "that doesn't mean we're stopping. Move back, Jason," and he followed him as Jason moved backward up the bed. Daniel then straddled his hips, rubbing his dick against Jason's.
"Now, touch me, Jason," and Daniel took Jason's hand and placed his fingers around his dick, gasping as he did so and closing his eyes. Jason began to stroke him, watching his face and dick with alternating fascination. Daniel then pulled away from him and moved off of him, kneeling but not sitting. Jason got up and knelt in front of him. He was staring at Daniel's mouth, then suddenly Daniel reached out and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into a deeply erotic kiss and grind. Jason put his arms around Daniel as best he could, but Daniel's sudden force and lustful want was surprising him and he didn't know what to do, except enjoy it. But he wasn't supposed to be too submissive, was he? Wasn't he supposed to show a little fear, hesitation? He made a pretense at pushing Daniel away as Daniel brushed rough and forceful hands over him, squeezing his buttocks and sticking his hands between the back of his thighs.
"Daniel.." he started to say, but Daniel suddenly shoved him onto his back and then reached over Jason's head and grabbed something off of the shelved headboard. A pair of thickly padded handcuffs lay there and Jason felt one wrap around his wrist and click closed. The other was quickly wrapped around a large holed section in the headboard and snapped over his other mildly resisting wrist.
"If you don't behave, you get tied up," Daniel said, smiling, and leaned down to kiss him, rubbing his body over him.
"Please..." was all Jason could manage to say. Daniel continued with his plan and spread his legs wide, then lowered his mouth to Jason's dick and rubbed his tongue lovingly over the thick purple head.
"Daniel!" Jason gasped in shock as Daniel eagerly licked the head of his cock clean of fluid, then kissed the tip, sucking in small circles. Jason moaned loudly, biting his lips. "Daniel...Daniel..." Daniel suddenly took the whole head into his mouth, caressing him with his tongue while his hands cupped his buttocks. "Daniel," Jason panted in whispers. "Please..."
Daniel's hands moved to find his chest, thumbing his nipples, as he kept up his slow pace of licking, sucking. Jason writhed underneath him, trying to thrust up but not too willingly.
. .
When Jack walked into the bedroom and found Jason tied to the bed and Daniel going down on him, he groaned with want. His hand found his dick and he leaned against the wall and caressed himself as he watched Daniel suck Jason. Jason's eyes were closed so he didn't see him standing there, watching. Jack had never purposely watched Daniel and Jason, and he found it intensely erotic now. Especially for what he was planning to do. Time to prolong Jason's torment and take care of Daniel first.
Just as Jack was about to move, Daniel took his mouth away from Jason as Jason's moans were getting louder. This time Jason protested...loudly...out of his role-playing character.
"Goddamn it, Daniel, finish me, please. I can't take it anymore!"
"Not yet, Jason," Jack said, walking over, revealing his nude body to them. Daniel turned, groaned, got up on his knees and grabbed Jack about the neck, planting a passionate kiss on him. Jack ran his hands over Daniel and then maneuvered him so that he lay down right up against Jason, with his buttocks pressed up against his hip. Jack then pulled out of the long, desperate kiss, and favored Daniel with a predatory smile, then looked over at Jason. "I've got to take care of Daniel first, Jason," then he looked back to Daniel. "Spread your legs for me, baby." Daniel and Jason both groaned with frustrated want and need as Jack moved down between Daniel's legs. Before taking Daniel's cock in his mouth, he looked up at him. "Where's the lube?"
Daniel reached up and felt along the top of the headboard, the found the tube and handed it to Jack. Jack smiled and stared at Daniel while he kissed the head of his cock, then licked the fluid there. "Mmmm, you taste good, Danny," he whispered.
"Jack, suck me, now..." Daniel pleaded in another whisper. He slid his hand down along Jason's body and caressed him idly, making sure his hand didn't touch Jason's cock.
"Daniel..." Jason whispered, then watched Jack take Daniel's cock further into his mouth, with Daniel responding by thrusting his hips up.
"Oh God, yes, Jack, yes," Daniel moaned, loving the feel of Jack's mouth on him, over him. "Finish me, babe, finish me."
Jack engulfed him whole then, making Daniel cry out in a choked gasp, "Yes, yes." Jack's mouth and tongue worked him, loved him, ate him whole. Sucking hard, Jack prepared his fingers and pushed two immediately inside Daniel, making him howl with wanton delight. His vocal cries became guttural as Jack brought him closer and closer to the edge.
Jason was even more turned on than he thought he could be and managed to keep his eyes on Daniel as his lover writhed and tossed his upper body while Jack had control of his lower. Jack started to groan then as he thrust his fingers in as far as he could, rubbing the nub he found. Daniel screamed.
"JAAACK!" His voice was hoarse, raspy. His hips thrust convulsively as Jack milked him, swallowing all of his hot fluid down his throat.
"Yes, yes," Jason chanted in a soft voice in Daniel's ear as Jack continued to suckle his spasming cock, rubbing and twisting his fingers slowly inside him as the tremors in Daniel's body tried to subside. Daniel couldn't take any more and his hands reached down to push Jack away.
"Stop, love, stop." Jack moved off of him, kissing his hip and moving up his body, then kissed Daniel feverishly, moaning into his mouth.
"...so beautiful when you come," he whispered, pulling out of the kiss, then moved over toward Jason. Boneless, Daniel turned sideways, facing Jason, and leaned forward to kiss him. He barely had his tongue in his mouth when Jack took hold of Jason's legs, shocking him away from Daniel. He thought he was going to get sucked, or fucked, but didn't know - at first - what Jack was up to. Jack pulled Jason onto his side, forcing one leg forward to expose him. Jack then slid his tongue down Jason's back, over the back of his ass, the down into the cleft.
"Oh God!" Jason cried out. "Jack, ohmygod!" as Jack swirled his tongue around his tight ring of muscle, then Jason screamed, "OHMYGOD!" as Jack's tongue pushed inside him. Panting hard, he couldn't help but undulate his hips and seek out more of that excruciatingly wonderful tongue. Jack tongue-fucked him a little while longer, then stopped and pulled away. Jason weakly growled out a protest.
"Jack, goddamn it. Stop teasing me. Please, Jack."
"You ready for some hard fucking, Jason? Because that's what you're going to get," he said in his deep gruff voice as he pushed Jason onto his back and then lifted Jason's legs to his chest.
"Yes, please, Jack..." Jason gasped, his level of arousal increasing as Jack positioned himself. Daniel reached down, found the lube, then liberally coated two of his fingers.
"Beg for it, Jason," Daniel whispered his demand, pushing two fingers just barely in Jason's waiting ass.
"Daniel, Jack.....please."
"Please what?" Jack growled.
"Fuck me," he pleaded.
"What? I didn't hear you?" Daniel said, pulling his fingers out and rubbing the tips around Jason's anus.
"FUCK ME, JACK! PLEASE, FUCK ME!"
Jack growled in satisfaction and Daniel reached over to lube Jack's cock, then held it firmly in position as Jack pushed his cock into Jason's ass.
"God, yes!" Jason gasped out in a loud cry. "Fuck me!" he begged.
"Oh yeah," Jack said and pushed hard until he was completely buried inside him. He pulled back, almost all the way out, then slammed into Jason, making him scream out with lust. Jack pulled out, then slammed home again, and again, and again, drawing out the intense pleasure. Daniel reached over and stroked Jason's cock, applying tighter and tighter pressure with his fingers as Jack continued his deep, hard thrusts. Jason thrashed his head and shoulders from side to side, pulling on his bonds, then began to express himself in tiny moans while Daniel reached up and pinched and tweaked his nipples, pulling hard at times, making Jason bite at his lower lip and groan. Daniel then resumed to massage Jason's dick with firm, rough, and achingly slow strokes.
Jason's eyes became wide, bright as Jack suddenly removed his cock all the way. He turned Jason over, onto his knees and Daniel moved himself closer, resuming his massage of Jason's cock.
"Tell me you want me, Jason," Jack demanded. "Tell me to fuck you."
"Yes, I want you so bad, Jack! Fuck me so hard I can't see straight!"
Daniel's hand pumped him twice more before stilling as Jack pushed Jason onto his stomach, spread his legs wide and and plunged inside him in one deep smooth stroke, making Jason scream again, "YES!" Jack growled and began to screw him into the mattress, rotating his hips, then plunging hard and deep. Jason cried out incoherent words and Jack took that as permission for more. Suddenly he was pulling Jason's hips up to meet his deepening thrusts. Daniel kept his hand on him underneath and began to squeeze, allowing the rocking of Jason's body to do the stroking for him as he tightened his fist around his dick.
"Oh God, yeah, you feel good. Your ass is so fine," Jack growled again. He suddenly stopped screwing into him and changed his position. Pulling out almost completely, he then rammed inside and began a deep merciless pounding while Jason crying out harsh gasps of encouragement on every deep hard thrust. "Tell me to come, Jason," Jack ordered. "Tell me!" he roared as he plowed into his body.
"Come inside me, Jack! Fucking come inside me!" Just as with Daniel, upon hearing his words, Jack rocketed into him as hard as he could and screamed.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, OHYEAHJASONOHGOD!" and he came, and came, and came, giving out guttural cries of pleasure and release, his body shaking uncontrollably as he endured the long tremors of his orgasm.
"JACK!" was all Jason could choke out as a blinding light passed behind his eyes. Daniel's hand milked out his orgasm while Jack's semen hit his prostate. He was gone, so gone. The intense orgasm was so strong that he literally passed out while biting down into the bedspread and pulling on his bonds.
Daniel removed his hand carefully and rubbed his back as Jason lay boneless. Daniel reached up, found the key, and unlocked Jason's wrists as Jack slumped down on top of Jason's body. After rubbing Jason's wrists softly, Daniel then pulled Jack off of him, sliding him down next to Jason. He kissed Jack's temple, then leaned up and kissed Jason's.
"Birthday's not over, Jason," he whispered and dropped off to sleep behind Jack.
~
Jason woke up and looked around. It took him a second to remember and when he did, he huge smile spread across his face. He looked over and found both his lovers passed out. When he started to get up to go take a piss, he groaned. Oh God. Jack gave him the fuck of his life all right. He felt sore, but not too sore. He gingerly moved to the bathroom and relieved himself. On his way out, he spied the silk boxers that had fallen to the floor. He grabbed them then went back into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Stepping inside, he quickly washed, then turned off the shower, dried himself, then put on the boxers. They felt glorious. Daniel had some excellent taste when it came to silk. Then he laughed. So how come half of his life, he dressed himself like a geek? Shaking his head, he walked out of the bathroom, spying the two sleeping demons, and snuck out into the living room to see what he could find to eat. On the kitchen table were catering trays, the kind that held hot food for a long time. He grinned. What did Daniel get him? He moved over to the fridge first and found some bottled water. He opened one and guzzled half of it down before moving to inspect the trays.
He pulled up the lid of the first of four trays and found more mushrooms, portions of crab, lobster, and then melted butter and sauces, and baked potatoes. God. He reached out and grabbed a mushroom and lovingly placed it in his mouth. He closed his eyes for a moment and chewed, making satisfied yummy noises. After swallowing, he realized just how famished he was...and his stomach agreed with him.
He turned his head at a soft sound, then heard the shower turn on and smiled, knowing someone was up and it was probably Daniel. He always got up - well, mostly - before Jack did. At least after sex, anyway. Sometimes the man was impossibly insatiable.
He went back to sampling the crab, wrapped, like the lobster, within thin strips of parchment paper, then moved onto the next tray, which he found was cold. He lifted it, finding assorted sushi rolls (seaweed strips over a layer of white rice and assorted stuffing layered inside), shaved ginger, wasabi horseradish, and soy sauce. Oh God. All his. Neither Daniel nor Jack liked this stuff, but he'd educated Daniel enough to recognize the "good stuff" when he saw it.
He remembered a piece of conversation when he had brought some home and sat at the table while Daniel and Jack had just sat there in awed disgust. Jason laughed and smiled to himself.
How can you eat that?" Daniel asked.
"Isn't it...dangerous...to eat uncooked food?" Jack then asked.
"Sometimes, but mostly that applies to mammals and shellfish, guys, not regular fish or other invertibrate sea delicacies."
"I know I'm going to regret this," Jack began, "But I went into this Asian restaurant once, and no I'm not telling so don't ask, but does any of those that you eat include octopus, squid, jellyfish, sea urchin, sea cucumber, etc.?"
Jason had grinned at them and they both thought that meant assent and they went, "Ewwwww!" Jason then guffawed and shook his head. "You two crack me up. No, Jack, no 'weird' stuff. Just salmon, regular cucumber, other assorted vegetables, cod, halibut, tuna, and a few others but my favorite is salmon."
That's so gross," Daniel had said.
Jason remembered chiding him. "No more than than Indian food you eat that would suffocate a fucking horse."
"Yeah, well at least most of the stuff that I eat doesn't have scales."
"You eat salmon and other fish, Daniel."
"Cooked!"
Jason laughed himself hoarse. "So uncooked fish is gross and disgusting, but having your bowels ripped apart by curry and other Indian spices is okay?
Jason remembered how vocal their "debate" had gotten and Jack had decided to play referee since he hated both kinds of foods. He snorted to himself.
Well, he'd better eat this stuff now before the tray became warm. Looking at the samples on the tray, he found an assortment of rolls, and a few that Daniel had probably cringed at. He smiled and grabbed a small wooden "spoon" and mixed the wasabi into the soy sauce bowl, then plopped a shaved piece of pickled ginger into his mouth as well as the soy bowl. He was definitely going to go home with ten pounds added. He picked up a salmon roll and then dipped it into the wasabi and soy, then put the near bite sized bit into his mouth. The flavor was wonderful. Then the heat of the horseradish hit him, but it was tolerable, only making his nose and eyes water, not his mouth or throat. He growled another satisfied noise, then soaked another morsel in the soy mix and popped it into his mouth, getting a lot more burning and watering of his nose, and a lot of tears coming down his face. He heard a soft laughing behind him, and knew Daniel was watching. Jason ignored the imp, leaning against the door frame while he quietly enjoyed watching his lover look over his birthday meals.
The next tray was also cold and when he lifted up the lid, he found three very large prime rib steaks, raw. Oh God, again. Meat juices and creamed horseradish lay in tightly covered bowls around the meat, along with bowls of sour cream, which probably went with the potatoes.
He moaned just as his stomach grumbled want.
He replaced the cover and lifted the fourth, also cold. Inside: Chocolates. Chocolate squares, tiny cups of chocolate mousse, chocolate...sauce? Hmmmm. He gasped and snaked out a finger to dip into one of the unwrapped bowls. Orange sauce? And Raspberry sauce? He spied tiny squares of shortbread and shortcake lining the edges of the tray, grabbed one of the cakes and dipped into all three sauces. He groaned when he popped it into his mouth and made a weak-kneed impression. Then he spied something else covered in wax paper and removed the cover. Chocolate meringue? There were meringues of other flavors, different colors, and then, oooh, strawberries, mandarin orange segments, blackberries, and...and...ohhhhhhhhh, whipped cream.
He groaned and then ran a finger through the whipped cream and brought it to his mouth.
"Mmmm, yum."
"Mmmm, yum is right," Daniel said, walking up behind him. He was still a little damp and drops of water from his hair dripped onto Jason's shoulder. "I'm hungry," and he kissed Jason's neck. Jason laughed.
"I hope you're talking about food, because I'm gonna need to eat to get my strength back."
Daniel chuckled and turned Jason round to face him. He reached beside him and took some meringue on his finger, then brought it to Jason's mouth. Jason opened and licked the meringue off Daniel finger, then Daniel hooked his finger behind Jason's front teeth and pulled him forward. It was an action that always got Jason started and he groaned as he felt his dick starting to spring to life again, but thankfully only a little.
"You'll be the death of me if you keep that up," and he motioned to his dick, making Daniel laugh. Daniel kissed him then, a long, slow kiss.
"Come on, Jace. Let's have something to eat."
"Jack?"
"Jason, we can't eat Jack."
Daniel got a smack upside the head for that. "Daniel."
Daniel sniggered. "Jack's up, kind of, and he'll be out as soon as he's done with his shower."
"You think he'd mind if I paid him a little visit?" Jason asked, hopefully.
"Just a little visit?" Daniel teased.
Jason nodded, smirking.
"No, he won't mind."
Jason noticed that Daniel was dressed in his own blue silk shorts. He pulled on the waistband of his own. "Thanks. They're nice. Not really thin like most silk shorts."
"You're welcome. And it's why I bought them. They're warm, comfy, good for lounging."
"Jack have a pair?"
"Go see and I'll start to get dinner ready, maybe. Have to cook the steaks inside, and Jack might not like that. It's dark out now. Can't grill in the dark." He moved to the oven and opened it, pulling out the grates as he watched Jason open the door to the bedroom and close it behind him. He growled to himself. Damn, his own libido was going to kill him, much less kill Jason. He stared down at his dick, which twitched. "Give it a rest, will you?"
. .
Jason closed the door and found Jack toweling himself by the bed, fingering a pair of russet-colored silk shorts. He looked up at Jason and gave him a small smile.
"Hey."
"Hey, back," Jason said, then decided that being hesitant wasn't going to work so it was time to face Jack as...well, Jack. Jack slid on the shorts, looking admiringly at them, then up at Jason.
"How do they look?"
"They look good on you," Jason replied as he walked up to Jack and fingered the waistband. "Very good on you. I thought I'd come in and thank ymmmffff--"
Jack had grabbed him by the side of the head and kissed him, then slowly brought him up against him. It felt as if it would have been brief, but the longer that Jack kissed him, the slower and deeper the kiss became. They pulled apart slowly and Jason groaned again, realizing that this time, he was definitely getting hard.
"I told Daniel he'd be the death of me. I think you will be, too."
"Not if I die first," Jack cracked and looked down, eyeing his own awakening dick. Jason gave him a humourous smile.
"Well, I guess dying from sex is one of the best ways to go."
"Speak for yourself. I'd rather not have a sore ass," Jack said, squeezing Jason's and being absurdly smug as Jason winced.
"Good point," and he decided to switch subjects...kind of. "There is a better way to go."
"How's that?"
"Death by steak, death by chocolate, death by lobster..."
"Ooooh, is that what you've been eating?" he asked, smacking his lips. "Let's go," Jack said, letting Jason go and heading for the door. Jason smirked, having no intention whatsoever of telling Jack that he had raw fish in his mouth before the sweet sauces, and followed.
. .
"Daniel!" Jack yelled. "Where's my steak?"
"Um, have you looked outside, Jack?" Daniel asked as he peered at the condition the oven grates were in. "How well does the broiler work in this thing?"
Jack made a 'horrified' noise. "Danny, don't you dare put steaks in there," and he peered out the door. "Crap," and he sighed. "Well, we'll just have the steaks tomorrow."
"Okay, I'm easy."
Jack and Jason snorted.
"Hey, no comments from the pea-Nut gallery, okay."
Jason walked over and nudged him with his shoulder. "But you are easy."
"Tell anyone and I'll shoot ya."
"Hey, isn't that my line?" Jack complained, as he grabbed the steaks.
"I thought we weren't having them?" Daniel asked, confused.
"I'm seasoning them for over night."
"Ohhhhhh, mister hunter-killer over here."
Jack stared at him as he seasoned. "Hey, watch it or you'll end up on the grill."
Daniel snorted. "What's there to eat, besides the obvious?"
"Ohhh, I'd say you've got some good rib steaks there, definitely flank steak....ohhh, and that rump roast has got to be to die for."
Daniel and Jason were laughing themselves sick as Jack went on. "That's fucking disgusting, O'Neill," Daniel said gasping.
Jack had already been laughing as he rattled off the names for cuts of beef. "Yes, it is." He then turned around and saw the sushi. He grimaced. "Shit, Jace, I forgot you love this shit. Don't you know you're supposed to cook dead things?"
Jason snorted, walked over to him, handed him a beer, then plopped a mushroom in his mouth. "Wuss," then gave him a kiss. Jack looked over at Daniel, who was biting his lip to keep himself from smiling.
Jack chewed, swallowed quickly, then kissed Jason back. "Am not. I don't like sushi. Raw fish. It's....just not cooked," and started laughing at his own lame excuse. "Come on, Jason, you can't call me that." He kissed him again and walked over to the stove and took the grates from Daniel. "Gimme those. Go over there, unload the platter of lobster and crab, the potatoes and stuff, and put them on the coffee table, since we have this dining table all used up." He then bent over and adjusted the grates back in the oven. Daniel took the opportunity to look at Jack's ass, look over at Jason, and waggle his eyebrows suggestively.
Jason gave him that look. The 'I dare you' look. Daniel waggled his brows again, combined with a wicked grin this time. He looked down and just as his hand reared up to come down hard, Jack turned, remaining bent over, grabbed Daniel around the legs and hoisted him over his shoulder.
"Jack! Jason help!"
Jason stood there smirking as Jack went into the bedroom with Daniel and slammed the door.
"Jason! You dared me, come rescue me from this psycho."
"Psycho? I'll give you psycho."
"JASON!!"
"No way, Daniel. I've got survival instincts!" Jason yelled back, not bothering to move a muscle and just stood there with a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing too hard. Truth be told, he found the whole thing a little bit erotic.
"Traitor! See if you ever get any again!"
"Ohhhhh, that is such an empty threat."
"Owwww, Jack stop it."
"Jason, don't make me come get you."
"Pfftt! Bring it on, flyboy."
Bumping around and another "Ow!" from Daniel, then the door swung open and Jack came out. "Wuss am I? Dare Daniel to swat me in the ass, did you? Am I seeing a pattern developing?"
Jason stood his ground, not bothering to see what Jack did to Daniel cause he knew he didn't do a damn thing. "Only makin' fun of my favorite Colonel, that's all. Are you gonna hurt me for that?" he said, pushing out his bottom lip. Jack growled and advanced. Jason didn't back up, and instead, pulled Jack to him and kissed him long and deep. Jack didn't mind one bit, either.
From the bedroom, Daniel's melodramatic tone played: "Hey! What about meeee?"
Jason broke the kiss. "What did you do?"
"I handcuffed him to the foot of the bed." Jason tried not to laugh, but when Jack started to laugh, he couldn't help it. He took a peek into the bedroom and found Daniel sitting on the floor with his left hand cuffed to the right foot post.
"Oh, you poor widdle baby. Jack, where's the...." and he turned around, finding Jack waving another pair of handcuffs. "....key?" he finished in a fading voice. "Jack? What are you planning to do with those handcuffs? Jack? Jack? Um, Jack, don't we have dinner to eat...you know I am really very hungry, now where's that....Jack, let go of my arm!....no, you're not....don't make me...."
A scuffle ensued. *clink* *click*
"Jason...."
"Where's the key?"
No answer.
"Jack, you'll stay there until you tell me where you've hidden the key. In the mean time, I'll just bring you guys your food."
Jason wandered back into the living room while Daniel glared at Jack. "Prick."
"Got one."
"Asshole."
"Got one of those too. Jason, uncuff me right now!"
"Or...what?"
Grrrr.
~