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It's taking a while (cause it'll be long, as usual) so here's an excerpt.
Trilogy 11 is about Jack, Daniel, and Jason being stranded on an alien world. Stuck for a bit over three months, they have plenty of privacy and plenty of time to work out a few kinks.
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Day 10
Daniel came to the edges of consciousness, his mind filled with scenes from a dream he hadn't had for a while: erotic scenes of Jason--with a mustache and goatee. Jalen and the alternate universe counterpart were there, but they were on the periphery like foggy ghosts echoing the man Daniel wanted most. The need was stronger than usual. It was the facial hair. Daniel needed to feel it on his face, his throat, his body. Feel it everywhere.
"Come on, sleepyhead, time to get up."
Jack's voice. Daniel wondered where Jason was and he open his eyes. He caught the back of Jack as he left their shelter: trousers, t-shirt. Looking to his right, he found himself alone and felt a surge of disappointment. One of these days, he'd wake up before Jason and Jack.
Getting up, he winced; he was hard as nails. That goddamn dream. The effects of it still flooded his brain and body, making him hornier at wake-up than he'd been in a long time. When he'd had this dream in the past, or another like it, he'd simply focus his mind on work. Once at the mountain or on a mission, he'd zeroed his attention on that until the feelings abated. It never took long.
This time was different. There was nothing to redirect his feelings and as he lay there, he wondered why he was feeling this now? He'd been getting used to Jason's hair growth for the last ten days. What was so different about this morning, even with the dream?
With a deep, slow breath, he got up and shuffled barefoot out of the cabin, scratching his scalp and yawning. Jason was at the fire pit, cooking breakfast. Daniel smiled at him, exchanging good mornings. He turned away, swallowing and ordering himself to push away the arousal. Going to the tree where they'd hung up the things they used every morning, he started brushing his teeth.
When Jason paused as he went by, setting his coffee down by his feet, Daniel caught a whiff of his lover's body odor. That masculine musk particular to him. Daniel closed his eyes and swallowed again--and was distracted for a moment by the toothpaste. Just not enough.
Finished, he took out a fresh razor. Through the mirror tacked to the tree, he could see Jason squatting by the fire. His goatee and mustache had grown more overnight; he'd groomed it more, cleanly shaven the rest of his face, accentuating the hair.
Daniel's mood intensified, and an almost animal need to feel that hair against his skin filled his mind and made his body tingle. If he didn't distract himself, take a walk or something, he knew this would become maddening.
As Daniel battled with his desire, Jack watched him from his seat by the fire; always casual observation but a well-trained habit. Over the years, he'd used this habit for covert Daniel-watching. Sometimes, it was just for the pleasure of watching, but mostly, it was to learn his body language. And right now, it telegraphed something Jack recognized: Daniel had awoken in one of those moods and the object of his attentions was Jason. If he allowed himself to act on his feelings, Jason was in for one hell of a morning. Jack felt a little bit of regret, that Daniel would hold himself off like that, but the upside was being able to watch his indecision and frustration.
There was certainly no reason for any hold-back. They were alone. The only responsibility was staying alive. The usual rules didn't apply. Besides, Jack had been the object of this mood once. The focus had been his dog tags, and good god, that had been something. He couldn't let Jason miss this opportunity. Or Daniel.
He got up and walked to the otherside of their fire pit and squatted down next to Jason, who was fussing with breakfast.
"Potatos may be a while," Jason sighed. "I should have cut them smaller." Jack nodded, then gave Jason a look which made him pause and stare back. "What?"
Jack lowered his voice. "I think breakfast can wait."
Jason was intrigued by Jack's soft tone. "Care to elaborate?" he asked in the same tone as he set the pan on the hot rock bed beside the fire.
"You know those morning moods Daniel sometimes gets in?"
Jason grinned crookedly. "The erotic ones?" When Jack smiled secretively, Jason pointedly refrained from looking over his shoulder. "And?"
"Has something to do with you. He's been watching you ever since he got up."
"That so," Jason said as his body began to stir.
"Go," Jack said. "Seduce him."
"And what about you?" Jason asked archly.
Jack reached over and turned Jason's chin toward him. He kissed him softly, loving the way Jason's lips automatically returned the intimacy. Every day, especially while stranded out here, he couldn't help but feel lucky to have him. Jack kissed him again, then rubbed his lips together as he felt the thrill of newness on his skin. "I'm jealous." When Jason frowned and started to look alarmed, Jack realized that he thought he was answering the question. "Sorry, no, not that." He stroked the hair on Jason's chin, admiring its softness. "Daniel and I grow thistle bushes. You grow silk. It's not fair."
"It's the Navajo blood," Jason grinned.
"Whatever it is, we both like it," Jack answered, this caressing his chin. He was delighted to see his lover respond with something like a silent purr. "As for the answer to your question, I'm good for now." He knew he would eventually join them.
Daniel was finished shaving and was rinsing his face. "Go," Jack mouthed, then turned his attention away, stirring the potatoes.
Jason looked to his left as he rose. As he walked over, he caught Daniel watched him through the mirror. Spooning up behind, he put his arms around him and snuffled the side of his neck and behind his ear.
"Morning."
Daniel swallowed and closed his eyes. "Morning." He reached up and stroked his lover's face, then opened his eyes and looked again through the mirror.
Jason stared back as he kissed the side of his face and when Daniel leaned into him, eyes on mouth, he knew exactly what he would do. "Judging by the way you've been watching, I take it you don't mind the hair."
"No, not at all."
Jason gently brushed his lips over Daniel's ear and the high point of his cheekbone, then decided to tease. "Maybe I'll shave it off."
"No," Daniel said instantly, turning round in his arms.
"No?" Jason asked, a mischievous smile on his lips. He took Daniel's hand in his and started walking backward, toward the cabin. "Why not?"
Daniel started to resist, his steps grudging, then he asked himself what the hell he thought he was doing, resisting. "I like it," he answered asked as they crossed the cabin threshold.
Jason kicked off his unlaced boots and pulled his t-shirt off. The hairlessness of his muscular chest only accentuated the new facial hair. Daniel didn't reply. He simply stared. Jason dropped his trousers and briefs, then snuggled up against his lover, hands at the back of his neck and waist. He nuzzled him, asking "What else?"
Daniel blinked slowly and whispered, "I need to feel it on my skin."
Jason lifted Daniel's wrist to his lips, kissing the sensitive skin. "Like this?"
"More," Daniel said, and though his voice was quiet, his breathing was not.
Jason pulled Daniel's t-shirt up, then dropped to his knees and caressed his belly with his mouth. With a quickness that made him smile, Daniel threw off his shirt and unbuckled his pants. Jason had no trouble assisting in their removal and he looked up and smiled mischievously, mouth still caressing his lover's skin.
Daniel loved that smile. Playful and filled with promises, and all the more erotic with the hair there.
"Now what?" Jason asked him, his hands just barely touching the skin over his hips.
Daniel swallowed, hard, then suddenly, abruptly, like the strike of a snake, dropped to his knees, wrapped his arms around Jason's neck, and kissed him fiercely. The feel of his hair pressed against his face made him moan and the taste of Jason's tongue was rich with the flavor of coffee. Only after these two sensations did Daniel feel his lover's cock rubbing against his own. His heartrate climbed with the need inside him and he fell backward, pulling Jason with him. He rolled on top, kissing him more deeply, then half-laughed with lust when Jason rolled them back over and took hold of his wrists. Pinning him to the bed, he attacked his neck and throat.
Daniel arched into him, gasping with pleasure. "I want to feel your hair," he murmured into Jason's ear. "Everywhere."
"You're feeling it now, aren't you?" Jason teased, moving much more slowly over his throat.
"Please Jason," Daniel said, no longer paying attention to words.
Jason moved to Daniel's ear, tickling and caressing as he breathed warmly into it. "Make you come?"
Daniel threw his head back invitingly, holding Jason's head in his hands, fingers threading through his hair. "Yes, damn you."
Jack came to the door, his own lust rising as he saw Daniel moan and writhe under Jason's caresses. Even over the collarbones, Daniel was already panting, and when Jason's lips reached his nipples, those cute ragged whines were beginning. Half moan, half gasp. When Daniel's hips thrust in time with them, Jason began to kiss his way down his abdomen. Daniel kept head thrown back, his eyes closed, confirming for Jack that his arousal was based solely on the feel of Jason's mustache and goatee. He watched with fascination as his lover's breathing quickened even more, and Jason responded to him wholeheartedly, turned on by their lover's reaction to him. The best was the way Daniel reacted when Jason swallowed his cock. He thrashed his head back and forth, muttering, "Oh fuck yes," repeatedly.
Jack moved his attention to Jason, gazing fondly at the ripples of his muscular back, the rise and fall of his ass as he thrust at nothing but the sleeping bag under him. He didn't seem to mind since he was much too busy immersing himself in Daniel's responses, intent on making him come just by the kink. Jack had a feeling that Jason wouldn't be coming with him. It was much too soon, much too quick.
Jack smiled, planning to take care of that. He shed his clothes and took hold of his cock, thinking about how to best get Jason off. Perhaps he'd just wing it, see what happened. That would be nice for a change. Daniel would definitely help, he knew that withou doubt. Tightening his fist, he jerked off slowly and waited for the right moment.
Below him, Jason dropped Daniel's cock from his mouth and took it in hand, stroking him while he nuzzled his groin and inner thighs, firmly flicking his stiffened tongue over the sensitive skin and the zones that resided there. Underneath him, Daniel squirmed, his cock swelling and twitching within Jason's pumping fist.
When he jerked away from his tongue, Jason knew he had him close. "That's it," he encouraged, moving up to suck the head of his cock and tongue the hole there. He grazed the shaft, caressing it with his hair, and when Daniel undulated against him, Jason slid himself up and down Daniel's body, rubbing his face over his nipples, down his abdomen, to his groin, then back up again. "Come for me."
When he settled over his navel and tongued him there, Daniel felt the pleasure ram into his balls and cock and shouted "Yes!" Raising his hips, he thrust rapidly through his lover's fist and exploded. Jason chuckled smugly as he hovered over him, squeezing and pulling the orgasm out of him. "Jesus, Jason," he whispered, biting his lip. He opened his eyes to look at his lover and his smile widened because Jack was kneeling behind Jason, taking him in his arms. The surprised look on Jason's face was priceless, even more so when Jack reached around to scrape up some of his come to use it as lube.
Delighted, Daniel pushed to his knees and embraced Jason, claiming his mouth in a hungry, grateful kiss. His hips jerked with keen, sensitive pleasure, come still leaking from his cock, and when Jack passed his hands over his ass, he blindly reached for him, fingers of one hand finding his face. Jack sucked a finger into his mouth and Daniel kissed Jason harder, but it was broken off by Jason's gasp as Jack slid slowly inside him.
Daniel watched as Jason threw his head back on Jack's shoulder, receiving bites and kisses at the ridge of his back jaw. They had never looked more beautiful to him. He moved back a little to watch, then took Jason's cock in his hand while he continued to sandwich him.
Jason half-opened his eyes, breaths coming as fast as his heart beat. He gazed into Daniel's eyes and reached up, grasping his hair in a tight fist. With his free hand, he reached behind for Jack. Thrusting his hips, he couldn't decide which pleasure was better, the front or the back. It didn't matter. He gave himself over to them and closed his eyes.
"Fuck me," he whispered, then hissed when Jack's cock rubbed over his gland at the same time Daniel thumbed the head of his cock. "Yes," he whined, sucking in breaths before he went rigid.
"Yes," Daniel whispered. He met Jack's eyes as Jason spilled over his hand and stomach.
Jack looked down, in love with the sight of Jason's come spread over Daniel's skin. Faster and faster he moved his hips. The friction was unbelievably good. He was rushing toward the cliff when Daniel suddenly grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him forward, thrusting his tongue into his mouth. It was an oral mirror of the action below and Jack moaned deeply into his mouth as he came.
The three of them knelt there, plastered together, hearts beating fast before the eventual thrum of afterglow. Minutes later, they reluctantly separated, cleaned up, and went out to finish preparing breakfast. Jason smoothed a hand over his mustache and goatee. He had a new kink for Daniel that couldn't be given any time he wanted. It made this one special.
After breakfast, a traitorous thought invaded Jason's mind as he suddenly wondered if Daniel wasn't just thinking of him. Testing, he walked over to Daniel, crouching by the campfire, and nudged him in back.
"So who were you thinking of?"
Daniel looked up, having been lost in thought himself. "What?"
"Jason," Jack scolded, picking up on the point as he slid his combat knife over the sharpening stone.
"What?" Daniel asked again.
"Jalen? Or my counterpart in the alternate reality?"
Daniel stared up at him. "Seriously?"
"Be honest," Jason said, squatting next to him. "This isn't jealousy. I'm just curious." He really was. He didn't feel jealous. He couldn't. He knew his lover's feelings for him would never change.
Daniel took a moment to answer. Glancing across the fire at Jack, he gave him a hint of a grin, placed a hand on Jason's knee. "I thought of them," he admitted, then moved his hand from Jason's knee to his chin, thumb caressing his mustache. "But before, not when we made love." Looking at the hair he continued to caress, he added, "I rarely get to see you like this. Any attraction I have for Jalen or a counterpart is because of my desire for your hair, not theirs. It's you I thought of when I was with your counterpart and it's you I think of whenever I've imagined being with Jalen. The desires I have are because I imagine they are you. Only you."
Jason had gotten his answer and he blushed with a mixture of desire and .
"Any more questions?" Daniel asked as he pulled Jason's chin toward him and kissed him softly, lingering over the soft hair.
Jason smiled through the kiss. "Just let me know when you'd to go again."
Jack started chuckling and Daniel looked over, eyeing the knife in his lover's hands. Jack sure was taking his time sharpening that thing. "Right," he drawled, thinking, then looked into Jason's eyes, then back at the knife. After Jason followed his gaze, he said, "But hasn't it been a while since you've had something sharp for Jack?"
Jack's brows rose as he looked up, stopping his knife over the stone. A slow smile was spreading over Jason's face as he stared at it. Quickly catching on, Jack made no comment, preferring to let Jason take the lead on this one. But ... "No hurry," he said, sliding the steel edge back over the stone. "Feel free to be creative."
*lights cigarette*
Trilogy 11 is about Jack, Daniel, and Jason being stranded on an alien world. Stuck for a bit over three months, they have plenty of privacy and plenty of time to work out a few kinks.
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Day 10
Daniel came to the edges of consciousness, his mind filled with scenes from a dream he hadn't had for a while: erotic scenes of Jason--with a mustache and goatee. Jalen and the alternate universe counterpart were there, but they were on the periphery like foggy ghosts echoing the man Daniel wanted most. The need was stronger than usual. It was the facial hair. Daniel needed to feel it on his face, his throat, his body. Feel it everywhere.
"Come on, sleepyhead, time to get up."
Jack's voice. Daniel wondered where Jason was and he open his eyes. He caught the back of Jack as he left their shelter: trousers, t-shirt. Looking to his right, he found himself alone and felt a surge of disappointment. One of these days, he'd wake up before Jason and Jack.
Getting up, he winced; he was hard as nails. That goddamn dream. The effects of it still flooded his brain and body, making him hornier at wake-up than he'd been in a long time. When he'd had this dream in the past, or another like it, he'd simply focus his mind on work. Once at the mountain or on a mission, he'd zeroed his attention on that until the feelings abated. It never took long.
This time was different. There was nothing to redirect his feelings and as he lay there, he wondered why he was feeling this now? He'd been getting used to Jason's hair growth for the last ten days. What was so different about this morning, even with the dream?
With a deep, slow breath, he got up and shuffled barefoot out of the cabin, scratching his scalp and yawning. Jason was at the fire pit, cooking breakfast. Daniel smiled at him, exchanging good mornings. He turned away, swallowing and ordering himself to push away the arousal. Going to the tree where they'd hung up the things they used every morning, he started brushing his teeth.
When Jason paused as he went by, setting his coffee down by his feet, Daniel caught a whiff of his lover's body odor. That masculine musk particular to him. Daniel closed his eyes and swallowed again--and was distracted for a moment by the toothpaste. Just not enough.
Finished, he took out a fresh razor. Through the mirror tacked to the tree, he could see Jason squatting by the fire. His goatee and mustache had grown more overnight; he'd groomed it more, cleanly shaven the rest of his face, accentuating the hair.
Daniel's mood intensified, and an almost animal need to feel that hair against his skin filled his mind and made his body tingle. If he didn't distract himself, take a walk or something, he knew this would become maddening.
As Daniel battled with his desire, Jack watched him from his seat by the fire; always casual observation but a well-trained habit. Over the years, he'd used this habit for covert Daniel-watching. Sometimes, it was just for the pleasure of watching, but mostly, it was to learn his body language. And right now, it telegraphed something Jack recognized: Daniel had awoken in one of those moods and the object of his attentions was Jason. If he allowed himself to act on his feelings, Jason was in for one hell of a morning. Jack felt a little bit of regret, that Daniel would hold himself off like that, but the upside was being able to watch his indecision and frustration.
There was certainly no reason for any hold-back. They were alone. The only responsibility was staying alive. The usual rules didn't apply. Besides, Jack had been the object of this mood once. The focus had been his dog tags, and good god, that had been something. He couldn't let Jason miss this opportunity. Or Daniel.
He got up and walked to the otherside of their fire pit and squatted down next to Jason, who was fussing with breakfast.
"Potatos may be a while," Jason sighed. "I should have cut them smaller." Jack nodded, then gave Jason a look which made him pause and stare back. "What?"
Jack lowered his voice. "I think breakfast can wait."
Jason was intrigued by Jack's soft tone. "Care to elaborate?" he asked in the same tone as he set the pan on the hot rock bed beside the fire.
"You know those morning moods Daniel sometimes gets in?"
Jason grinned crookedly. "The erotic ones?" When Jack smiled secretively, Jason pointedly refrained from looking over his shoulder. "And?"
"Has something to do with you. He's been watching you ever since he got up."
"That so," Jason said as his body began to stir.
"Go," Jack said. "Seduce him."
"And what about you?" Jason asked archly.
Jack reached over and turned Jason's chin toward him. He kissed him softly, loving the way Jason's lips automatically returned the intimacy. Every day, especially while stranded out here, he couldn't help but feel lucky to have him. Jack kissed him again, then rubbed his lips together as he felt the thrill of newness on his skin. "I'm jealous." When Jason frowned and started to look alarmed, Jack realized that he thought he was answering the question. "Sorry, no, not that." He stroked the hair on Jason's chin, admiring its softness. "Daniel and I grow thistle bushes. You grow silk. It's not fair."
"It's the Navajo blood," Jason grinned.
"Whatever it is, we both like it," Jack answered, this caressing his chin. He was delighted to see his lover respond with something like a silent purr. "As for the answer to your question, I'm good for now." He knew he would eventually join them.
Daniel was finished shaving and was rinsing his face. "Go," Jack mouthed, then turned his attention away, stirring the potatoes.
Jason looked to his left as he rose. As he walked over, he caught Daniel watched him through the mirror. Spooning up behind, he put his arms around him and snuffled the side of his neck and behind his ear.
"Morning."
Daniel swallowed and closed his eyes. "Morning." He reached up and stroked his lover's face, then opened his eyes and looked again through the mirror.
Jason stared back as he kissed the side of his face and when Daniel leaned into him, eyes on mouth, he knew exactly what he would do. "Judging by the way you've been watching, I take it you don't mind the hair."
"No, not at all."
Jason gently brushed his lips over Daniel's ear and the high point of his cheekbone, then decided to tease. "Maybe I'll shave it off."
"No," Daniel said instantly, turning round in his arms.
"No?" Jason asked, a mischievous smile on his lips. He took Daniel's hand in his and started walking backward, toward the cabin. "Why not?"
Daniel started to resist, his steps grudging, then he asked himself what the hell he thought he was doing, resisting. "I like it," he answered asked as they crossed the cabin threshold.
Jason kicked off his unlaced boots and pulled his t-shirt off. The hairlessness of his muscular chest only accentuated the new facial hair. Daniel didn't reply. He simply stared. Jason dropped his trousers and briefs, then snuggled up against his lover, hands at the back of his neck and waist. He nuzzled him, asking "What else?"
Daniel blinked slowly and whispered, "I need to feel it on my skin."
Jason lifted Daniel's wrist to his lips, kissing the sensitive skin. "Like this?"
"More," Daniel said, and though his voice was quiet, his breathing was not.
Jason pulled Daniel's t-shirt up, then dropped to his knees and caressed his belly with his mouth. With a quickness that made him smile, Daniel threw off his shirt and unbuckled his pants. Jason had no trouble assisting in their removal and he looked up and smiled mischievously, mouth still caressing his lover's skin.
Daniel loved that smile. Playful and filled with promises, and all the more erotic with the hair there.
"Now what?" Jason asked him, his hands just barely touching the skin over his hips.
Daniel swallowed, hard, then suddenly, abruptly, like the strike of a snake, dropped to his knees, wrapped his arms around Jason's neck, and kissed him fiercely. The feel of his hair pressed against his face made him moan and the taste of Jason's tongue was rich with the flavor of coffee. Only after these two sensations did Daniel feel his lover's cock rubbing against his own. His heartrate climbed with the need inside him and he fell backward, pulling Jason with him. He rolled on top, kissing him more deeply, then half-laughed with lust when Jason rolled them back over and took hold of his wrists. Pinning him to the bed, he attacked his neck and throat.
Daniel arched into him, gasping with pleasure. "I want to feel your hair," he murmured into Jason's ear. "Everywhere."
"You're feeling it now, aren't you?" Jason teased, moving much more slowly over his throat.
"Please Jason," Daniel said, no longer paying attention to words.
Jason moved to Daniel's ear, tickling and caressing as he breathed warmly into it. "Make you come?"
Daniel threw his head back invitingly, holding Jason's head in his hands, fingers threading through his hair. "Yes, damn you."
Jack came to the door, his own lust rising as he saw Daniel moan and writhe under Jason's caresses. Even over the collarbones, Daniel was already panting, and when Jason's lips reached his nipples, those cute ragged whines were beginning. Half moan, half gasp. When Daniel's hips thrust in time with them, Jason began to kiss his way down his abdomen. Daniel kept head thrown back, his eyes closed, confirming for Jack that his arousal was based solely on the feel of Jason's mustache and goatee. He watched with fascination as his lover's breathing quickened even more, and Jason responded to him wholeheartedly, turned on by their lover's reaction to him. The best was the way Daniel reacted when Jason swallowed his cock. He thrashed his head back and forth, muttering, "Oh fuck yes," repeatedly.
Jack moved his attention to Jason, gazing fondly at the ripples of his muscular back, the rise and fall of his ass as he thrust at nothing but the sleeping bag under him. He didn't seem to mind since he was much too busy immersing himself in Daniel's responses, intent on making him come just by the kink. Jack had a feeling that Jason wouldn't be coming with him. It was much too soon, much too quick.
Jack smiled, planning to take care of that. He shed his clothes and took hold of his cock, thinking about how to best get Jason off. Perhaps he'd just wing it, see what happened. That would be nice for a change. Daniel would definitely help, he knew that withou doubt. Tightening his fist, he jerked off slowly and waited for the right moment.
Below him, Jason dropped Daniel's cock from his mouth and took it in hand, stroking him while he nuzzled his groin and inner thighs, firmly flicking his stiffened tongue over the sensitive skin and the zones that resided there. Underneath him, Daniel squirmed, his cock swelling and twitching within Jason's pumping fist.
When he jerked away from his tongue, Jason knew he had him close. "That's it," he encouraged, moving up to suck the head of his cock and tongue the hole there. He grazed the shaft, caressing it with his hair, and when Daniel undulated against him, Jason slid himself up and down Daniel's body, rubbing his face over his nipples, down his abdomen, to his groin, then back up again. "Come for me."
When he settled over his navel and tongued him there, Daniel felt the pleasure ram into his balls and cock and shouted "Yes!" Raising his hips, he thrust rapidly through his lover's fist and exploded. Jason chuckled smugly as he hovered over him, squeezing and pulling the orgasm out of him. "Jesus, Jason," he whispered, biting his lip. He opened his eyes to look at his lover and his smile widened because Jack was kneeling behind Jason, taking him in his arms. The surprised look on Jason's face was priceless, even more so when Jack reached around to scrape up some of his come to use it as lube.
Delighted, Daniel pushed to his knees and embraced Jason, claiming his mouth in a hungry, grateful kiss. His hips jerked with keen, sensitive pleasure, come still leaking from his cock, and when Jack passed his hands over his ass, he blindly reached for him, fingers of one hand finding his face. Jack sucked a finger into his mouth and Daniel kissed Jason harder, but it was broken off by Jason's gasp as Jack slid slowly inside him.
Daniel watched as Jason threw his head back on Jack's shoulder, receiving bites and kisses at the ridge of his back jaw. They had never looked more beautiful to him. He moved back a little to watch, then took Jason's cock in his hand while he continued to sandwich him.
Jason half-opened his eyes, breaths coming as fast as his heart beat. He gazed into Daniel's eyes and reached up, grasping his hair in a tight fist. With his free hand, he reached behind for Jack. Thrusting his hips, he couldn't decide which pleasure was better, the front or the back. It didn't matter. He gave himself over to them and closed his eyes.
"Fuck me," he whispered, then hissed when Jack's cock rubbed over his gland at the same time Daniel thumbed the head of his cock. "Yes," he whined, sucking in breaths before he went rigid.
"Yes," Daniel whispered. He met Jack's eyes as Jason spilled over his hand and stomach.
Jack looked down, in love with the sight of Jason's come spread over Daniel's skin. Faster and faster he moved his hips. The friction was unbelievably good. He was rushing toward the cliff when Daniel suddenly grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him forward, thrusting his tongue into his mouth. It was an oral mirror of the action below and Jack moaned deeply into his mouth as he came.
The three of them knelt there, plastered together, hearts beating fast before the eventual thrum of afterglow. Minutes later, they reluctantly separated, cleaned up, and went out to finish preparing breakfast. Jason smoothed a hand over his mustache and goatee. He had a new kink for Daniel that couldn't be given any time he wanted. It made this one special.
After breakfast, a traitorous thought invaded Jason's mind as he suddenly wondered if Daniel wasn't just thinking of him. Testing, he walked over to Daniel, crouching by the campfire, and nudged him in back.
"So who were you thinking of?"
Daniel looked up, having been lost in thought himself. "What?"
"Jason," Jack scolded, picking up on the point as he slid his combat knife over the sharpening stone.
"What?" Daniel asked again.
"Jalen? Or my counterpart in the alternate reality?"
Daniel stared up at him. "Seriously?"
"Be honest," Jason said, squatting next to him. "This isn't jealousy. I'm just curious." He really was. He didn't feel jealous. He couldn't. He knew his lover's feelings for him would never change.
Daniel took a moment to answer. Glancing across the fire at Jack, he gave him a hint of a grin, placed a hand on Jason's knee. "I thought of them," he admitted, then moved his hand from Jason's knee to his chin, thumb caressing his mustache. "But before, not when we made love." Looking at the hair he continued to caress, he added, "I rarely get to see you like this. Any attraction I have for Jalen or a counterpart is because of my desire for your hair, not theirs. It's you I thought of when I was with your counterpart and it's you I think of whenever I've imagined being with Jalen. The desires I have are because I imagine they are you. Only you."
Jason had gotten his answer and he blushed with a mixture of desire and .
"Any more questions?" Daniel asked as he pulled Jason's chin toward him and kissed him softly, lingering over the soft hair.
Jason smiled through the kiss. "Just let me know when you'd to go again."
Jack started chuckling and Daniel looked over, eyeing the knife in his lover's hands. Jack sure was taking his time sharpening that thing. "Right," he drawled, thinking, then looked into Jason's eyes, then back at the knife. After Jason followed his gaze, he said, "But hasn't it been a while since you've had something sharp for Jack?"
Jack's brows rose as he looked up, stopping his knife over the stone. A slow smile was spreading over Jason's face as he stared at it. Quickly catching on, Jack made no comment, preferring to let Jason take the lead on this one. But ... "No hurry," he said, sliding the steel edge back over the stone. "Feel free to be creative."
*lights cigarette*
