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Hammond sat reading the mission reports of the last unscheduled mission with a grim but relieved expression on his face. The new Beta Site had been attacked, though thankfully, it was not by the Goa'uld. Long-absent tenants had decided to return and reclaim what they had felt rightfully belonged to them.

Prior to the Beta Site's establishment, SG-1 had been among the teams scouting the possible location. Daniel had reported that there was evidence of prior inhabitants, but since they'd left no permanent structures or agricultural remains, they were likely nomadic. They also hadn't returned to the area for quite some time--at least a hundred years or more, going by planet time--so it was a safe assumption that they would not return. An area of twenty miles around the gate had been explored and Daniel's analysis had been proven correct.

No one had expected problems, so for six months it had been peaceful, barring the occasional nuisance of local wildlife. But three weeks earlier, a large tribe of nomadic people had come onto the site's established grounds, sporting weapons similar to 18th century technology, demanding that the Earth humans give up the land. There were 156 men and women living and working at the Beta Site, scattered throughout the site's twenty-mile radius, so those who were able to managed to call home for help.

Based on the historical evidence, the General was not about to remove his people and abandon the offworld base. He had sent several SG units and two medical teams. Six science teams were placed on stand-by. The emergency mission was to maintain control of the stargate and regain control of the Beta Site, rooting out their attackers.  The mission had taken three weeks to accomplish.

Hammond couldn't help but feel guilty. Though their long-deserved leave had been put on stand-by, SG-1 and SG-2 hadn't blinked; they'd done their respective jobs, retaining a calm, dignified leadership, and through their example, the SGC's personnel had followed. It was, in no small part, due chiefly to Jack O'Neill. There had been no complaining, no bitching, but rather, Jack had informed Hammond that no matter the leadership, personnel would get "...itchy and scratchy..." if their little amenities weren't sent regularly through. Since they'd easily reestablished control around the stargate, that hadn't been a problem. Daniel hadn't foreseen any problems maintaining control of it, either, since it was one thing the nomads had no interest in. He'd quickly concluded that since the nomads were travelers, the stargate represented nothing more a landmark for them; though Jack had commented that he would have seen to it that the nomads viewed it that way, one way or the other.

Everything that could be sent, was, especially coffee and tea. Booze had been smuggled in among the various authorized items as expected, but its use hadn't created problems. No informal reports or letters of reprimand had been sent back to the SGC, so Hammond had been inclined to overlook the inspection of the almost daily supply shipments.

Now, it was blissfully over. The teams had returned tired, cranky, but no worse for wear. Other personnel remained behind and the defense perimeter had been fortified just in case the nomads tried again.  Gratefully signing the two teams out, Hammond placed the forms in his secretary's "Urgent" box, grabbed his coat and hat and finally headed for home. He'd miss the close-knit teams but could stand to be without them for thirty days. Or at least, he crossed his fingers, he wouldn't need them for that long. The timing was decent; they'd be returning home just after Christmas.

He only hoped that, on their way out, his people refrained from another food fight in the mess hall; the janitors were still pissed from the last one.

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Daniel was bone-tired when he finally stepped into his house and in no mood to deal with anyone, even his lovers. At the moment, his only interest lay in a long, hot shower and his warm, comfortable bed.

It was after 8 pm on a Saturday, the 27th of November, and he'd been thankful to have missed Thanksgiving. Ironic, that. While he loved the turkey dinners, the old tradition was something he willingly did without. Going through his mail, he tossed the two Christmas catalogs in the trash, shaking his head. The Christmas holiday was another mad holiday, one he could well do without and...

Daniel growled at himself, rubbing his forehead. He was irritable and his thoughts were bringing up old pet peeves and arguments, which only served to make his current headache worse.

He didn't bother with brewing any coffee and instead, made for the bathroom to shower and crawl into bed. Alone, unfortunately, but his lovers were just as fatigued as he was. A long restful sleep in a warm bed was something they not only needed but had to have before they snapped at each other with words they couldn't apologize for. It hadn't happened yet, but Daniel knew that their frustrations would have brought that on sooner or later if they weren't left alone for a while.

Funny thing was, now that he was home and his nerves were calming down from the constant alert status, Daniel no longer wanted to be alone. The last three weeks hadn't been easy and the lack of sex had made it worse. Jerking off had been limited, too; so much so that you actually had to 'plan' for it, which Daniel hated because he was a spur-of-the-moment kind of guy. Having to find a place to do it, then be careful you weren't heard, was...well, Daniel went without. He'd forced himself to concentrate on his work or their attackers.

Others hadn't been so chaste and pragmatic; they'd managed to find places to go. It got so that every private place possible was almost always occupied, even the storage sheds attached to the main building. While most missions inhibited sexual desires, having that one specific need curbed for three weeks had not a good thing.

Daniel looked down at his groin, sighing as he'd already started to harden. He was like a teenager--getting hard just by thinking about sex, nevermind the incidental brushes over his cock by inanimate objects like the edge of the damn countertop.

Tossing the towel in the hamper, he brushed his teeth, letting his mind wander. He tried not to think of his lovers or focus on the restlessness he felt, but it didn't last long. He wanted them there. He could call them, of course, but decided to leave it up to them if they wanted company. He would not ask; they were just as tired as he was, and Jack more so because, as ranking officer, he'd been the one in charge.

As the longing seemed to increase inside him, Daniel suddenly wished he could cut himself off like Teal'c was able to. Although he didn't see how Teal'c could, given his relationship with Sam. The man was a master of control and Daniel envied him. What he didn't envy was the toll that it would take on a relationship, and if he wasn't imagining things, Daniel could've sworn Teal'c and Sam were drifting apart. It saddened him. The long hours Sam and Teal'c put in--outside of their duties as SG-1--weren't good for a romantic relationship. Daniel wondered when or if they made time for each other. When he got back from his vacation, he intended to ask; he wanted his friends happy and worried when they weren't.

Thinking of Sam and Teal'c only heightened the loneliness he felt; he missed Jack and Jason. He missed their touches that would inevitably make him ignore a 9-point earthquake. Three weeks had been an extraordinarily long goddamn time.

Although, they'd actually gone without longer than that. A lot longer. But when you were with your lovers day after day after day and were unable to risk even the most innocent of touches, it only made you focus on getting it even more. He wanted to touch but wouldn't dare risk it but not because of what others would think. It was just that after a while, temptation ran like an unchecked fire so that even friendly touches started to take on an erotic charge whether you wanted them to or not.

The worst of the temptations had been finding themselves in each other's company--inside the communal showers. So alluringly close and yet so untouchable. To say those experiences had been maddening would be the understatement of the year. Try hiding an erection with strangers around. Not easy.

As the days stretched to weeks, Daniel had found himself preoccupied by the thoughts of an illicit grope, and how to initiate one. But he'd never been serious about it. Risky behavior for a leader, as he was among the civilians, just wasn't an option. If they had been on a normal mission, it would have been possible. Instead, fantasy had taken up his time, becoming a replacement for reality, and naturally, his fantasies had become elaborate during the rare occasions he'd been able to jerk off.

Just thinking of those fantasies had Daniel getting hard as hell, and plans of sleep took a detour. He wasn't held in check any longer, so what the hell was he waiting for? He stretched out in the center of his king-sized bed, lazily bringing his hand to his cock. Even though he was tired as hell, he needed relief; jerking off was a blissfully accommodating activity.

With his free hand, Daniel grabbed the lube from its permanent place under the pillow and popped the cap. He squeezed too much onto his cock, watching the clear gel ooze over his skin, flinching at how cold it was in comparison. He smeared it over his cock and took hold of the shaft with both hands. He held it tightly--oh so tightly--and thrust upward.

Fuck, that felt good.

He did it again and again, pumping his hips faster and faster, letting his fantasies emerge in his mind while unwilling to take his time. He was in no mood for teasing himself. The only delay, in fact, was in the images he focused on, replaying them over and over as they became more intense.

Current images were of the Beta Site, and one image in particular was of a busy storage shed.  He relived hearing the groans coming from there and worked his cock in a long, even rhythm. It wasn't the same as teasing; his technique was a building-up of his body, not just his cock. When he finally came, he'd feel it with the extra swelling of his cock just before he shot. His lovers had learned how to do this for him, and had also learned how to get it done quickly for those times when a prompt hand job was all they had time for.

Pre-come began to moisten the head of his cock and he smoothed it into the hot skin, his fingernail brushing over the slit. It sent a tremor through him and he combined it with the pumping of his shaft that eventually increased in speed. His breathing began to shorten and his skin warmed with the thin sheen of sweat.

Scenes in his mind also began to alter, fed from raw, unadorned lust that he only ever experienced with his lovers, in or out of jerk-off fantasy. Only his orgasm mattered, and the stronger the images, the more intense and longer lasting his orgasm would be. Embracing the nearly forbidden was always the catalyst; it sometimes leveled the tamer feelings, but what got him off every single time was the act of getting fucked so goddamn hard.

Like now. He was bent over one of those large round-edged metal storage containers, the ones usually filled with styrofoam for medical or scientific equipment. Their surfaces were cold, slick, and they had rounded hand grips along the sides -- good for holding onto. His fingers were there now, needing that feeling of holding on for dear life as he was taken.

Daniel squeezed his eyes shut, raising his ass for his lubed fingers, pushing in, moving with deliberate force and speed.  The scene in his mind replayed again and again, and Daniel would perfect it until he was ready to come and not a moment before: When he'd yell, begging to be fucked hard, shouting his lovers' names when they made him come. He thought of calling them, to have their voices bring him off, but he was close, so close, and couldn't stop...wouldn't stop...

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Jack grinned like an idiot when he saw Jason's truck coming up behind him as he parked in Daniel's driveway. With a sudden hurriedness, he got out and the two met up at the door within seconds. There were no words, just eye contact, and the need that filled them.

Inside, they stared at each other as they removed their coats, taking in the other's stressed, aroused breathing. They heard a noise from down the hall and as one, held their breaths; Daniel was as fired up as they were, only he was doing something about it.

They didn't touch each other as they frantically stripped, making their way down the hall toward the bedroom. If they touched before they reached Daniel, they'd never get to him. All bets would be off, and this was something they desperately needed to share with Daniel. Control was a wonderful theory.

In the doorway, they came to a halt, catching sight of their lover displayed on the bed:  on his knees, ass in the air like an exquisite come-on while his face and chest were pressed into the mattress. He was fucking himself with his fingers while underneath, his hand was furiously pumping.

Jason groaned and with a quick suck on his fingers, he stepped behind Jack and sought out the delectable curve of his buttocks, middle finger smoothly pushing between the cleft as he slid down and in. He bit at the back of his lover's neck, as if that would hold him in place, and Jack grabbed for the door frame.

Jack growled, struggling to remain where he was, trying to decide which was better, watching Daniel or joining him. Not bothering any more with decision-making, he spread his feet apart, bending forward and rocking his hips... till Jason slid a finger inside, arousing him with a quick in-out.

Jack's reaction was immediate. He turned and threw his lover against the door, hands reaching for their cocks while he took Jason's mouth. Jason's groan made it better and he expertly pulled arousal from their bodies until Daniel's demanding voice brought their actions to a quick halt.

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Daniel heard the sounds outside his bedroom and his actions intensified. They had come to him.

His need rose to an apex and when the room became heavy with his lovers' scents, he called out for them.  "Somebody fuck me!" he breathed erratically, his words thick and mumbled with his face mashed into the mattress. "Hard, brutal, fast!"

Jack looked at Jason and there was an unspoken decision:  whomever had the most energy would be the one to give Daniel what he wanted; Jason decided that it should be Jack. He pushed him in front as they reached the bed, the mattress dipping heavily.

Daniel groaned with implicit need as Jack settled in behind his sweating body and took hold of a hip to steady himself.

"I wasn't kidding!" Daniel implored when nothing happened right away.

"I know," Jack told him. He grabbed Jason's forearm before he moved to satisfy himself and ordered, "Stand over him and face me."

Taking the lube he'd found, Jason was already coating Jack's cock with it before Jack could ask what he was up to. "Give it to him," he said roughly, and followed it with a swift, hard kiss to Jack's mouth.

"I plan to," Jack said, and with a feral smile, took Daniel's hips in a bruising grip and sheathed his cock in one slick, forceful lunge.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Daniel cried out, pleased with how his body was suddenly stuffed, the burning heat reaching his gland with wonderful precision. He jacked himself harder, adjusting to the rhythm Jack quickly produced as the action matched the images in his mind.

Jason rose to his feet, planting them wide for balance, and took Jack's head in his hands. He slid the head of his cock between his lover's lips and into his wet, waiting mouth. His body trembled with pleasure when Jack sucked, hard and eager to match his own rhythm. Jason had to fight to remain standing, overcome with lust as he watched Jack bang away at Daniel's ass, giving him the brutality Jason knew and understood. He hoped to get his later.

No one could keep their release at bay; the first seconds of Daniel's orgasm were so acute that he lifted his body, his legs rigid and straight. There were no words; intead, his yell was drawn out as his come spurted onto the comforter. Not bothering to wait, needing to feel a cock in his mouth, he panted, "Jason, get down here."

Jason wanted to comply, but first, he needed a little more of Jack. He fell to his knees, straddling Daniel's body as his fingers found Jack's nipples and twisted. He cut off the groan his lover made with a bruising kiss, delighting in Jack's desperate reactions to Daniel's orgasm. His lover moved faster, harder, and Jason could see Daniel's white-knuckled grip of the bed. It was wonderful.

"Jason," Daniel called, getting his attention, and Jason pulled away finally and crawled to the head of the bed. His eyes were trained on Jack and he absently spread his legs as Daniel guided his body before his face.

Annoyed that Jason wasn't looking at him, Daniel got his attention a third time by biting his inner thigh. Jason flinched, and with a satisfied smile, Daniel followed the bite by taking his lover's balls into his mouth. Jason's hands were immediately clasped in his hair, holding on, thrusting into air when Daniel pulled his mouth away. "Impatient fucker, aren't we?"

"I wouldn't talk if I were you," Jason breathed, his eyes moving back to Jack's.

With a rebellious groan, Daniel swallowed Jason's cock to the root, swallowing again as he held Jason's hips in a bruising grip. Jason shouted his name, his hands flying overhead to grab the headboard. He came hard, jerking thrust after thrust as he shot down Daniel's throat.

Daniel only had enough time to grin smugly before Jack began assaulting his gland like a demon.

"Fucker," Daniel gasped, pulling Jason's cock from his mouth.

"Oh quite accurate, Daniel," Jack sent back with a laugh, then groaned, biting his lip against the tremors as his orgasm was ripped from him. He let loose one shot after another before pulling out and slumping down next to his lovers, sated, exhausted, and happy as hell.

Quite content to remain where he was, Daniel refused to let Jason go and used his lover's belly for a pillow as he lay between his legs. Languid in his afterglow, Jason didn't seem to care; he simply grabbed his pillow and placed it behind him, content to stay where he was.

Sometime later, Daniel opened his eyes from post-coital sleep and found himself wrapped snug between his two men. Jason, who had managed to move out from underneath, was now spooned behind, while Jack snuggled against his chest.

Daniel had a feeling he'd be reliving another version of this in the morning, but right now, he was sated enough to follow his lovers into a deep, restful sleep. He closed his eyes and dreamed of sex.

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Waking rather late at 7:35, Daniel smiled happily down at his lovers who'd slept in for once. After his morning shower and clean-up, Daniel made for the kitchen to get his coffee. He was about to make breakfast when he spied a large envelope on the floor under the coats by the front door. Picking it up, he found it wasn't a mailed item, so Jason or Jack had apparently dropped it last night. He grinned and dropped it on the kitchen table before turning back to fix something to eat.

Memory of last night brought a smile to his face. Their arrival had been perfect; as had Jack's actions. Surprisingly, his ass was only a little sore from the treatment he'd begged for. God, that had been good. Perfect. Daniel absently rubbed his cock against the front facing of the counter as he cracked several eggs into a bowl. His thin boxers made it better. He knew he'd be in the mood this morning but told himself after breakfast would be a better time. And probably later than that if he could stave things off and make himself wait even longer.

The coffee was finally done, and setting down the bowl of eggs, he made himself a cup, inhaling the steamy aroma with contentment as he sipped. He glanced at the envelope on the table and grew curious but before he could be tempted, he heard a noise down the hall and made his way to investigate.

Jack was still in bed, amazingly enough, lying on his stomach and apparently dozing, but Jason was in the bathroom, turning on the shower as he brushed his teeth.

"Mornin'," Daniel greeted, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Mornin'," Jason said around his toothbrush.

"You dropped an envelope by the door," Daniel told him, letting Jason see his curiosity.

Jason grinned and pulled the toothbrush from his mouth. "You didn't open it, did you?"

Daniel slapped his lover's ass. "No, but I want to know what's in there. Have you been downloading porn pics again?"

Jason snorted. "Funny." He spit and rinsed. "I'll show you during breakfast. Jack and I were plotting ideas for our leave time while we were on Beta."

"Is that what you two were talking about when I thought you were talking about work?"

Jason rinsed again and stepped down into the sunken bath. "Sometimes," he said, and pulled the curtain around the lip of the bath.

Grumbling, Daniel turned to leave. "Brat."

Jason pulled aside the curtain and peeked through. "Wanna join me?" he asked, waggling his wet brows.

"No, I want you to hurry up so I can find out what you're planning."

Jason closed the curtain. "Remember what Jack asked you about role play?"

"Yeah."

"That's your hint."

Growling, Daniel left.

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"Here," Jason said as he pushed Daniel into the dining room chair. Jack walked past, kissing Daniel on the head as he went, and filled his coffee mug. "I'll finish breakfast." Daniel had been in the middle of cutting up peppers and onions for the omelet, so Jason took the knife from Daniel's hand and replaced it with the envelope. "Open it."

Propping his feet up on another chair, Daniel picked up the envelope and pulled out a printed letter. Before reading it, he accepted a refill from Jack and asked, "So, wanna tell me what this is?"

"While we were on the Beta site, Jason and I got together and talked about what we could do on leave, and we left you out of it because we wanted to surprise you. So, here's the question:  Would you care to spend the next thirty days in an expensively lavish bungalow on the coast of an Hawaiian island?"

Daniel choked, and Jack laughed an apology as he slapped Daniel's back twice.

"Does that pompous idiot of linguistic inaccuracy, whose name shall not be spoken, suck like a hoover?" Daniel answered the question, looking back and forth between his snickering lovers.

"Guess that answers that question," Jason commented as he turned the omelet.

"Sorry, Daniel," Jack went on, "but I had to see the look on your face when I hit you with where we're going."

"Cute," Daniel interjected.

Jack rewarded him with one of those sexy, lopsided grins. "Whether or not you wanted to go ahead with this other idea we have, we all get to have thirty days in the sun and sand, and away from winter."

A huge smile slowly spread across Daniel's face. "And the other idea is...?"

Jack nudged the paper at him. "Depending on our moods, spending the first few days in role play."

Daniel refrained from choking this time, having made sure his mouth was empty beforehand. "Role play? Like what we were doing before this last mission? Like that little scene you pulled on me?" He felt his cheeks grow warm as he remembered that night at Jason's after the Halloween bash, when he found himself in an impromptu role play, blindfolded and tied. His lovers' expressions answered in the affirmative. "Are you suggesting something like it or..."

"Not exactly. Read the letter, Daniel," Jason said as he poured the omelet mixture into the waiting pan.

"And read it out loud," Jack added, "just to remind me what Jason typed up."

Daniel's brows rose. "You didn't read what he wrote?"

Jack exchanged a glance with Jason, who rolled his eyes. "I offered," Jason said.

With a sigh, and a longer drink from his mug, Daniel picked up the letter.

"Greetings, Oh Sexy-as-Fuck Love of My Life:

Right now, I'm typing this while you sleep, though I would much rather be fucking you at this moment.

"Yeah, so why aren't you?" Daniel asked and took another drink, eyeing Jason over the rim.

Jason looked up from the pan he was supervising and gave Daniel a dangerous smile. "Don't even dare me. I've strange energy levels this morning."

Jack cleared his throat, making Daniel snicker.

"Here's the setting that Jack and I have come up with. If there is anything that you *strongly* disagree with, let me know. I say strongly because for proper role play to work, and not be boring, some of it must be thrilling, and maybe a little uncomfortable because it's delving into unknown territory. We all know how that can engender both those emotions.

As with any role-play, like our first one, we keep our names. But here's where things change:

You are a Professor of Anthropology at the Academy. You know two very fuckable (though you're trying hard not to notice) men named Jack and Jason, who're Aviation Instructors. They have lunch with you every so often, perhaps once a week. They occasionally charter personal flights as a business on the side. Given that you like to travel to exotic locations where archaeological or anthropological activities are underway, you periodically express interest in a chartered flight but have yet to find a place you'd like to go.

This morning, you received a letter from 'Jason' about a flight offer...and possibly more:

Daniel looked up from the letter. "Shall I assume that this Jason and Jack are luring this Daniel with a visit to an island that has a dig site underway?"

Jack grinned. "Read, Daniel."

With a sigh, Daniel read on.

"Dear Daniel:

"Over the numerous times we've spent together having lunch or coffee, Jack and I have become quite fond of you. We've taken a more personal interest in finding out more about you. I don't want you to panic. We haven't been stalking you. We simply like you a lot and want to see if we could become deeper friends. Because you're a very private person, we've figured out enough to know that we couldn't ask you outright about your sexual preferences. You've never said anything about your love life, so Jack and I have been dropping enough hints that we are lovers to see how you'd react. During that time, you've never shown surprise or disgust, you've never questioned us, as if being around gays were normal and comfortable for you.

"I am sure that you remember that we accidentally ran into you at that ski house and coffee emporium over in Aspen. We were surprised because it's a known meeting spot for gays to feel free to visit without threat of harassment.  You said you were there with the Archaeology Department, having a busman's holiday. Jack and I thought that was a ruse to placate us and keep us at arm's length, so we went along. We don't know who you were with, since we were kind of occupied at the time, but we were definitely pleasantly surprised when we saw you. I have to reveal that it was great fun to see you pretend not to watch us, even though we knew you were, especially when we went to the spa.

"We would like to ask you for more, if you are willing. Nothing will happen that you do not wish to happen, but we have found an opportunity for the three of us to spend time together. Frankly, we want to find out if you're interested in us, so we're asking you out on a "working" date, inviting you to come with us on an archaeological survey. We heard about it through another pilot and thought you'd like to go. The site is on a very tiny island southwest of the Marshall Islands. Apparently some bones of a strange looking humanoid were found there but that's all we know.

"So far, the weather is a go. There is a bungalow on the island that we can rent so we've gone ahead and done so. All you have to do is pack for a three-day trip, or longer if you think it might be something taking a chance on investigating. The bones as well as us.

"We will be at the private airstrip west of the Academy in two days and would like to leave in the morning. We will have to stop off in Honolulu for refueling and the entire flight should take about 16 hours. It's a long time, but it should be worth it. Jack and I plan to take turns flying the plane, with each of us getting some rest so there won't be any need to worry about our flying the plane under fatigue conditions.

"We look forward very much to taking you with us, Daniel. Please do yourself, and us, a favor, and don't say no.

Your friends always, no matter what your decision may be,

Jason and Jack"

What he said is true, Daniel. Except for the location of the island. Jack has a friend who owns a bit of land on the island of Kauai, so that will be the setting. We won't really be flying straight there in a charter plane, but fly to Honolulu and take a small charter plane from there. The only access to this place is by plane because it sits inside a cove surrounded by cliffs, waterfalls, and a long white beach. It does have a yard, built by the owner, so there're small shade trees and grass to lie in, or run in. Jack says it's breathtaking, at least when he was there fifteen years ago. It's not a very big place I'm told but very private and secluded. Which means we don't need clothes. Oh, and there really are bones on the island, imbedded in the cliff face, fossils of old birds, I think.

I am really looking forward to this vacation and have only one question:  If we play the roles, how far are you willing to go yourself, and how far are you willing to let us go? Remember, this other Jack and Jason cater to their selfish needs. They want you, and bringing your alter-ego out of the closet is something they feel is their duty to do, but they're sexual creatures above everything else. They'll explore lots of sexual ideas, including some of the more elaborate bondage games. Jack says that his friend has a few toys but wouldn't say what they were, only that he didn't play. Since Jack's only played those games with us, I can pretty much guarantee that this will definitely be an area of exploration for all of us, but whether or not it's exciting, who knows.

I have to say that I have plans for my alter-ego. He's a very bad boy, Daniel, and not above doing some unethical things to make those he likes happy as well as himself. His motto tends to be, "If they like it, I'll see to it they like it better than they thought.'  I think the same can be said for his mate. All they really want to do is make their duo a trio. So what do you say?

Love,
Jace

 

Daniel stared at the letter, his brow furrowed, and didn't look up at his lovers quite yet. "Hmmm."

Jason rolled his eyes at Jack. "I told you he'd have a problem with it."

"Yeah, you did. Shut up."

Daniel looked up sharply without actually raising his head. "It's not exactly a problem with the role play itself. Just my... character, if you will."

A slow grin grew across Jack's lips. "Want to tell us what you object to?"

Daniel took a breath, trying to focus on what bothered him. "Okay, you... or rather, your alter-ego...talk about how private I am and how you seem to think I'm some sort of...virgin." A tiny, mischievous smile started to form.

Jason started to pretend to fuss with the omelet, not looking at Daniel. "And?"

"Well, not that I object to your...deflowering...fantasy--"

Jack guffawed and ended up spitting his coffee back into his mug.

"--but what makes you think I'm a virgin in anything?"

Jason blinked at him, looking sheepish. "I'm s--"

"No, no, Jace, that's not what I mean. I don't mind what you've come up with, but I'm just going to give you...and your alter-ego...something to think about."

"Does that mean you're okay with the role play?"

Daniel nodded. "Yes, Jason, relax. But let's not plot this out. We'll play it by ear in how things go because telling you what I'll do, or you telling me what you'll do, will, I think, spoil it."

Jason smiled and stared at the omelet pan. "Cool."

"I agree," Jack echoed around the rim of his mug.

Jason then cast a sideways look at Daniel. "So what do we have to think about?"

Daniel gave both his lovers another mischievous grin and tilted his head. "Perhaps what you believe about Professor Jackson is exactly what Professor Jackson wants you to believe."

"So he's pretending?" Jack asked.

"Perhaps," Daniel answered, his eyes alight with mischief. His stomach was also in knots of excitement. Only a few minutes before, he hadn't been thrilled with Jason's quick work up of Professor Jackson, but his mind had suddenly grasped that if Jason's and Jack's characters were hiding some of their real intentions, then perhaps Daniel was hiding, too. But in Daniel's case, what you saw was only what he wanted you to see. "Professor Jackson might just prove to be more than you can handle."  At his words, Jack and Jason began to worry a little bit and Daniel snorted. "Don't worry. It'll be fine."

"But keep something in mind while you eat your omelet," Jason told him, walking over with the pan as he cut the omelet into thirds and slid Daniel's portion onto his plate, then served himself and Jack.

"What's that?" Daniel asked as he got up to get the bacon and refill his coffee.

"Don't take too long to..." he began, but paused, glancing at Jack while he searched for the words.

Jack picked up on the meaning in Jason's words. He leaned back into his chair with a wicked grin on his face. "Just this. If you plan on playing hard to get, making us work at getting you into bed, remember that we have an outlet. You don't. So, um, don't stretch it out, okay?"

"Get out of my head," Jason told Jack with a sardonic grin.

Daniel paused as he slowly eased himself into his seat, narrowing his eyes at his lovers. After a moment's thought, he took a bite of his omelet and let his emotion show through the playful look about his eyes. "Guess that means I get to brush up on my voyeurism and you two get to brush up on your exhibitionism."  Their eyes widened in surprise, making Daniel snicker to himself as he chewed. "You guys crack me up."

They began to eat and the more Daniel thought about his role, and how Jason had described it, he realized that something was bothering him. "Jace, I have a question about...interpretation."

"Shoot."

"When you mean your character is a bit unethical, and I'll assume you mean sexually, what precisely does that mean? See, the virgin fantasy I get, but it also sounds a little like...well, a rape fantasy, which I don't get. Not from you or Jack."

Jason frowned. He hadn't exactly thought of it that way so for a few minutes he thought over all the implications and psychological angles. Finally, he took a deep breath. "It's not a rape fantasy, but I can see how you'd think it might be. If your character were an aggressive tease that invited rape as opposed to being overpowered and taken," and he made quotation gestures with his fingers, "then that might apply, but I don't think it is. I equate rape fantasy with violence and non-consent. That isn't the case here, because we all know what we want and what will, eventually, happen. None of us could fake actual non-consent, but we can fight, forcing the other into a dominating sort of role where we voluntarily give up our control. Doing any real damage, sexual or otherwise, isn't something we're capable of because we're not angry."

"Right. Pretending to put up a fight only makes it more..." Jack added.

"Desirable?" Daniel asked. He knew what they were saying, and with relief, he nodded. "I get it. Aggression, but without hostility."

"Exactly," Jason said, gesturing his hand out. He then snickered and the unspoken question was there on his lovers' faces. "Sorry. I was remembering an article I'd read online. I was reading these news bits from a newspaper and there was this one real life story where people gather to chat about rape fantasy role playing. This one man and woman had actually agreed to meet up and act out the rape fantasy. He would break in into her house, assault her, rape her, then be on his way."

Daniel and Jack's expressions reflected exactly what they thought of that.

"I know," Jason went on, "and the story is amusing in a black humor sort of way. The man broke into the wrong house and when the woman put up more of a fight than he was told she would, and actually kneed him in the balls--"

"Good for her," Daniel interjected.

"--the guy gets upset and asks her why she changed her mind about their plans. The woman then tells him that she has no idea what he's talking about. The police were called in and the guy went to jail for a month or so, I forget how long, for assault, but not attempted rape. The story never did say what happened to the woman who wanted to be raped but I assume she decided to hide. Whether she came out and told the police she was the intended victim, I don't know, but it might explain why he was given a sentence for assault and not rape. Anyway, I bring this story up because it's an example of what I call a rape fantasy, with the use of assault. I only plan to..."

"What?" Daniel asked with a small grin.

"Wrestle you into acceptance."

"Ah," Daniel answered, the grin still on his lips. He was also beginning to feel just a bit too warm. "Are you planning on tying me up?"

Jason smiled widely. "There's the big difference between this kind of role play and other kinds. It would be hard to tie you up, for instance, if you really fought me. I don't mind giving you a few soft bruises," and he received an enigmatic smile from Daniel in reaction, "but not to the extent where you feel them and they inhibit your movements. I think perhaps a little lying and gentle, seductive coercion is more the name of this game."

Daniel nodded at his words. He was also wishing that they were already on the island so he could get this started. His dick was tending to agree with him as it woke up again. Clearing his throat, he continued his questions. "The next question is how far is too far? We have our fantasies that we're willing to act out and then there's the temptation to act out what we're afraid of showing but is something that gets us hard anyway. I know there are places we're not willing to go, but what about the places we'd like to go but are afraid to? I'm not thinking of examples right now but what about during the role play? If there's a direction we want to go but we're not sure about, we should call a 'time out'. Alternately, if any of us doesn't understand what the other person is doing, even if they like it, we should call 'time out' and ask where the other's coming from."

"Agreed," Jack replied as he bit into a piece of bacon and Jason nodded with him.

In thinking about how far was too far, Daniel suddenly had a couple of ideas. The second idea he wasn't sure about how his lovers would react, especially Jason. He should be worried about Jack, but something told him that Jack would be okay about it. Jason, on the other hand, was a different story altogether.

He held his peace until breakfast was finished and after they'd cleaned up. He sat down at the opposite end of the table to where Jack was sitting and when he looked up, he caught Jason studying him from across the kitchen. He figured that his silence might have been a giveaway. Jack, too, seemed to be regarding him as if waiting for whatever shoe to drop.

"I've been thinking..." he began and gestured at the table for Jason to sit down. Regarding him warily, Jason sat down next to Jack.

Jack smirked and turned the page on his newspaper, refolding it. "I was wondering when you'd say something."

Daniel shrugged, trying to look matter-of-fact, but knew he wasn't succeeding. "Well, two ideas. The first is about fantasy fulfillment, and going where we don't normally go. The second idea, however, might be a problem. Depends, I guess, on your moods."

His lovers seemed to take in identical breaths. "Go on," Jason said first.

"Okay. I don't think the initial role play idea will last a week. We'd get bored...or rather, I'll get bored. Since fantasy is on menu, why don't we take advantage of our month-long vacation and spend that time devoted to fulfilling fantasies. At least the ones we're capable of fulfilling, that is."

Jack and Jason looked to be thinking it over, but Daniel already knew he had them sold by the quirking of their lips as they both refused to smile...too quickly.

"Got any fantasies you're particularly thinking of?" Jack asked.

Daniel shrugged again. "Not specifically, no, but the second idea I had sparked the first."

"Isn't that usually the other way around?" Jason asked.

Daniel smirked at him. "Usually. This idea isn't really a fantasy but more of an opportunity to take advantage of a situation."

"Okay, spill, Daniel," Jason said impatiently.

"Um, I was thinking that we could invite someone during the second week, maybe ten days after our leave starts. They could stay there with us for a few days...or more if they want to and we want them to."

"Who is it?" Jason asked, his patience wearing a little thinner.

"If he's agreeable... Alex."

Jason's eyes widened in surprise and just a little guilt. "Why?"

Daniel looked over at Jack and his expression told Daniel the only thing he needed to know: he liked the idea. Now there was only convincing Jason.

"It's not a test, is it?" Jason suddenly asked, though he knew that wasn't it.

"Do I need to answer that?" Daniel asked just a shade too sharply and Jason sighed and turned in his seat.

"I think I see why," Jack said before Daniel could speak, "but I'll let Daniel explain it."

"Well, someone enlighten me because I can't see the reason," Jason replied, crossing his arms.

Jack recognized the curious and amused expression on Daniel's face. He had it as well. Jason's posture was defensive, but his lovers recognized the underlying arousal. Because Jason was theirs, and they were his, he would keep his desire for Alex hidden away in his mind, saved there for unspoken and unrealized fantasy. It's what they all did with anyone they were attracted to outside of their relationship. But what if, given the conditions Daniel now suggested for their leave time, they brought Alex into their fantasy games, allowing Jason to act out a fantasy he never would have under ordinary circumstances?

"Because," Daniel started, "you desire him and he's easily accessible. If he agrees, and you agree, and he comes to the island, then..."  He briefly looked over at Jack, who took over.

"Then Daniel and I would also fulfill a fantasy, and a rather common one at that."

"And that would be?" Jason asked, though he had a pretty good idea.

"To watch their lover fuck or be fucked by someone else," Daniel finished. He gave them both a playful grin. "Seems the theme of voyeurism will actually be part of the fantasies."

The three were quiet for a few minutes while Jason mulled everything over. In the end, however, he agreed, as he knew he would.

Now they just had to talk to Alex.

"Okay, so who gets to call him?" Jason asked, suddenly not up to doing it himself and feeling like a coward.

"I will," Daniel offered.

"No, it'd be better coming from me," Jack argued. "Considering what happened last time, he might be confused."

There was a two-minute argument over that, but in the end, it was still Jack who made the phone call. He didn't want to ask over the phone, however, and instead, asked Alex to meet him in the park near the mall since all of them were going to be out and about running errands.

Before he left, he turned to Daniel and Jason and exhibited a bit of nervousness himself.

"What?" Daniel asked.

Jack gave Jason a look he could only interpret as guilty and Jason frowned. "What?" he echoed.

"At the island property, in the second bungalow, there's a room he keeps locked." Jack cleared his throat. "It was there years ago when I last visited. He asked if I wanted to use the room and I had to truthfully tell him that I didn't know. So, in a package letter I got at my house yesterday, he included the key to the room."

Daniel became amused at Jack's sudden embarrassment. "Is he Bluebeard or something?"

"Or the Marquis de Sade?" Jason asked, just as amused.

Jack cleared his throat again, his face flushing. "I didn't tell you guys one thing about him, and it's something that I knew about, but I never involved myself in. He's a player in the BDSM scene and that room is a special playroom he built." His lovers' eyes grew slightly. "He told me there were a few changes but there are the typical toys like hoods, dildos, whips, bondage devices." Their eyes grew wider. "He said that what he added to the room was a device he designed himself. All he would say after that was that it has a name."

"A name?" Jason asked quietly. Why was his heart pounding so hard?

Daniel, too, was asking himself the same question, but he had no trouble interpreting the reason his dick was hard.

"This guy has a strange sense of humor where religion is concerned, and found it amusing to call it Christian."

"Christian?" Daniel asked with a bit of alarm. "He didn't design an iron maiden, did he?"

"Erm, no. He calls Christian his... robotic sex doll."

There really was nothing to say to that, but each man knew damn well that one of the things they'd be looking at when they got there was that special room...and knowing damn well that sooner or later, they would find themselves using its toys.

.

Alex showed early and sat at the designated picnic table, drumming his fingers on the aged, wooden top. Colonel O'Neill, Jack, hadn't let on what the meeting was about, and while that made him nervous, Alex didn't sense anything was wrong. He didn't know, however, if that was bad or good. After a few minutes, Jack's truck appeared and he strolled over, sitting down across from Alex.

"You look nervous?" he said, clearly enjoying that Alex was.

"I've no clue why we're meeting, sir, so yes, I'm nervous. Is this about Jason?"

Jack gave him a sympathetic smile. "Nothing to worry about, Captain. Or rather, Alex, because this is a personal conversation, so you can drop the 'sir' and call me Jack."

Alex's eyes widened to saucers. "Oh."

Without wasting any time, Jack asked, "You're on leave for thirty, like the rest of us?"  Alex nodded. "Do you have plans for that time?"

Alex shook his head, looking a little sheepish. "Not until the week of Christmas. Until then, I planned only to spend money on buying gifts and rearranging my apartment with new furniture. Nothing really important." He wanted to ask why but it would be redundant.

"Tomorrow, Daniel, Jason, and I are heading to Kauai. I've a friend who owns some land there with a couple of bungalows. We were wondering if you'd like to meet us there next weekend?"

Since it was Sunday, Alex, thought, he had a little bit of time to get some stuff done. The plane fare to Hawaii shouldn't be that expensive, and he didn't have to... "You're inviting me to stay in one of the bungalows?"

Jack nodded.

Alex's next thought was to Jason. "Why?"

Jack let out a sigh. "Because we'd like you there. This vacation of ours is one where we're immersing ourselves into escaping reality. We're going to Fantasy Island, in other words. I can promise you that you won't regret it, but I'm not going to let you know about anything else until after you've gotten on a plane and flown down there. I hope you can understand."

"Well that's nice and enigmatic," Alex answered, not needing to think it over. He was going, no matter what, but now he was even more intrigued. Was Jack referring to sexual fantasy? From the look in his eyes, Alex would say he was, and the reason he thought so was because he'd never seen that particular look in the man's eyes before. Then something occurred to him and his hopes were put on hold. "When you said 'we', did you include Jason? Does he know you're asking me to the island?"

Jack stood and put on his sunglasses, giving Alex a strange grin that he could only interpret as seductive. "He knows and wants you there. I'm here asking because we thought it would be better coming from me, just so you know that the jealous god is dead."

"Oh. Okay."

"So does that mean we'll see you in a week?"

"Yeah," Alex said without hesitation. He stood up and Jack offered him a card.

"My sat phone cell. When you get into the main airport, give a call and I'll come fly you out."

"You?" Alex asked. "I don't need to take a shuttle flight to Kauai?"

"Nope. You can't get to the spot without doing a lot of hiking and rappelling. I'll have a seaplane docked on the shore. Oh, and remember, Hawaii is four hours earlier than Colorado, so remember that if you get an early flight in."

Alex grinned. "I'll remember." He held out his hand, feeling even more strange when Jack gripped it warmly and gave him a caring slap on the shoulder.

"In a week then," he said, and strolled back to his truck.

Alex watched him leave, but he didn't really see him. He was too astonished to see anything outside himself. All he seemed to be able to focus on was the memory of how Jason looked when he was aroused with lust.

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For I Have Come to the Depth of my Tale

 

The flight down was uneventful, and they'd made sure that they kept a change of clothes in their carry-on bags. Once the islands were in sight, each man changed in the bathroom, substituting his jeans for a pair of denim shorts, and their heavier shirts for sleeveless tees; in Jason's case, the muscle shirts he tended to wear. This one was red, while Daniel's and Jack's t-shirts were white.

The view into Honolulu airport gave each of them the beginnings of their proper frame of mind...and mood. Anticipation and anxiousness filled Daniel as he carried his bags and walked across the tarmac toward the seaplane Jack had reserved. Jason and Jack flanked him and none of them spoke until they'd reached the plane and began to load their baggage through the rear.

As Daniel let Jason and Jack load theirs first, he stood to one side, but kept himself close enough to smell the light body cologne they wore which mingled with their sweat. He was suddenly immersed in thoughts that he would likely have if he were Professor Jackson, not Doctor Jackson, and his body tingled with arousal.

Jason met his eyes as he moved back, out of the way, letting Daniel put in his luggage. A tiny smile spread across his mouth and there was amusement behind his questioning eyes. Jason didn't ask why Daniel was looking at him like that, and for the moment, Daniel wasn't inclined to elaborate.

Jack purposely stepped past him to close the rear hatch door, not letting Daniel do it himself. It was a signal to Daniel, whether Jack meant it as one or not.

"I believe it's time, gentlemen," Daniel said softly, his slightly different tone more formal than usual.

The play was on.

His lovers exchanged glances and after returning their eyes to his, they nodded once. Daniel silently climbed aboard and took one of the four secondary seats behind the two pilot chairs. After Jason and Jack settled in, Jack made his pre-flight checks and called the tower for clearance and heading. Butterflies filled Daniel's stomach as Jack taxied down the runway. He began to focus on investigating the human remains that Jason had told him about, yet those thoughts weren't foremost on his mind and that annoyed him. He'd accepted their offer, telling himself that they'd get nowhere with him, that he was there for business, not pleasure.

But it was a type of lie. Underneath the eagerness to examine the remains was the distracting knowledge that these two men, who were really nothing more than casual acquaintances, were there not to take him to a possible archaeological site, but to get him alone, and vulnerable to their planned seduction.

Jason's letter hadn't hidden their intentions, but the politeness was pretended, and it told Daniel other things about the said planned seduction. These men liked the type of sex that circled the norm. Roughness was definitely the primary method, and bondage was certainly one of the tools. They may appear gentle and soothing but instinct told Daniel that that was only what lay on the surface. He was quite certain, though, that neither of them was into rape or pain-giving, and he was profoundly relieved.

One thing Daniel did know very well was himself.  If he'd any objections to what kind of men Jack and Jason were, or what they had planned, Daniel wouldn't have accepted their offer. While the seduction was purposely vague, it did not hide the fact that Daniel was certain of one more thing.

He was going to be fucked. Probably by both. He didn't really have a problem with that, even though it had been a while. What he had a problem with was doing that sort of thing on someone else's terms. While the thought was scary and exciting at the same time, deep down, Daniel missed sex and missed being fucked. But he couldn't bring himself to release his control. Being fucked was going to be his way and no one else's.

"You're very heavily into your own thoughts," came Jason's voice. Daniel was startled to realize that Jason was sitting in the chair next to him. "Penny for them."

Daniel shrugged and looked through the small window. "Just thinking of the site, that's all. What's the food situation? I noticed a few containers back here with the rest of our things, so I'm wondering if they contain food. Is there electricity? At the very least, a generator to run a refrigerator and a hot water heater?"

"Relax, Daniel," said Jack as he angled the plane further out across the water and away from land. He had to come in at their bungalow location from the sea and at low altitude. "There's electricity, but there're also four generators meant to keep the food cold and the water warm. In this weather, I don't think you want the water hot, do you?"

Daniel smiled, still thinking in terms of Colorado. "The change in weather will take a day to get used to."

"Not me," Jason said with slow precision. "The minute we're there, the clothes are off."

"I hope you tan easily," Daniel said with a warning tone that was neither surprised nor embarrassed. If Jason expected a modest, prudish reaction, he didn't get it.

Jason gave him a smile. "I tan easily everywhere. I plan to get rid of the lines I developed during the winter."

Daniel loved that idea and images gave his cock a tweak. He gave Jason a small grin and returned his gaze out of the window.

"What are you looking at?" Jason asked as he leaned over him, his shoulder brushing Daniel's, his face close to his.

Daniel turned his head slightly, and for a second, allowed himself to admire the curved upper lip he wanted to kiss swollen. He allowed himself to inhale the muskiness that came easily through Jason's sleeveless shirt. But regretfully, he had to put an end to it. He told himself that this was a private tease to make things better when he finally allowed Jason to touch him, but he wasn't all that happy about it.

He leaned back a little and gave Jason a slightly annoyed look. "It's nothing but the edge of an island and a lot of water. You know that, Jason, and can see it clearly from your seat." He followed his terse but fondly expressed words by gently pushing Jason back with the back of his arm.

"Sorry," Jason said with a sheepish look.

To Daniel, he looked more wolflike than anything else and that made his desire all the more palpable. Damn the man. Jason gave him a wider, more predatory smile, then got up slowly from his chair, making sure their knees touched, and returned to the co-pilot's seat and buckled in. Daniel willed his heart rate to go down, as well as his cock, which was thankfully only at half-mast, not full salute.

Jack was likely to be as flirtatious as Jason and Daniel suddenly wondered if he could withstand the double onslaught. Could he actually give in to their obvious desire? Possibly. If so, how long would it take? He suddenly wasn't so sure it would take a day. He glanced at his watch, already reset to the proper local time. It was only 1:30 pm, even though his body said it was later. Jet lag was going to be weird. He'd be getting up in the morning when it was long before sunrise.

Fifteen minutes later, Daniel watched as Jack angled their approach and he got a look at where they were going. Tiny and dollhouse-looking, the two reddish buildings sat to the right of a small inlet which seemed to be fed by a waterfall coming from the top of the green-covered cliffside. As they got closer, Daniel saw how it emptied into an oval lagoon edged by a small, white sandy beach. A spread of short grass made up what looked like a backyard and Daniel frowned.

"Who mowed the lawn?" he asked sarcastically, even knowing the answer beforehand.

Jack returned the sarcastic tone. "This is a rental area, Daniel, so it's always kept up."

"Right," Daniel drawled, grinning at having provoked Jack into answering. When he caught the side of Jack's face, he also caught him grinning. Not much of a provocation then, but that was okay. It helped create the mood. The place around him already made him feel as if no one else but the three of them existed. That made more butterflies form because it was likely going to be true for the next three days.

For some reason, Daniel did not mind that at all.

.

The plane landed in the water with Jack's usual skill and circled to the left, smoothly coming alongside the short, shallow dock that skirted the white shoreline. The water pushed up onshore, making tiny furrows in the sand as the plane came to a rest.

Jack and Jason brought out their baggage and set it on the wooden dock before going back for the storage containers. Jack hadn't answered Daniel's question about what was inside the containers yet and wasn't really planning on it, either.

"Food?" Daniel asked, pointing.

Jack shrugged and gave him a lopsided grin. "Yes, Daniel, food." He paused for a second, letting his grin spread into one of his charming smiles. He was up to something. "Did you think we carried something nefarious in them?"

Daniel twisted his mouth in an effort not to smile and bent down to pick up a bag. "Just asking," he said under his breath.

Jack exchanged fond grins with Jason as they picked up their own baggage. Jason walked past Daniel but turned to look over his shoulder. "Over there, by the waterfalls, are your fossils, Daniel. We can go over as soon as we've settled."

Daniel didn't know if Jason was sincere or not, but he gave the lagoon and the waterfall a look. It seemed like any other, beautiful in its simplicity, and the mist that sprayed up from the falling water made it more so. Small rainbows reflected off the heat of the large stones that lay to the land side, blocking easy access to the waterfall. Daniel couldn't help but wonder if anything sat behind the fall, as was the case with some. A cave, perhaps? Or maybe just an open area of flat rock worn smooth by the constant onslaught of the water. He would like to take a look, he had to admit.

Another thought occurred to him and he looked back at Jason, who was no longer watching him but was several yards ahead now, heading for the side steps that led to a deck which seemed to surround the first of two bungalow buildings. The buildings were long and low, with nearly flat roofs. The color of the wood was a russet, a deep color that blended wonderfully with their surroundings. The deck was a lighter shade, and expertly crafted and put together. Several wine casks, halved, had been turned into planters and placed around the deck. Some contained dwarf palms which decorated each side of the front door.

As they approached it, however, Daniel asked, "Is this one mine?"

Jack shook his head and pointed to the second one that sat twenty yards to the right and a bit further back. "Want some help with your things?" he asked with a not-so-subtle glint in his eye.

Daniel sighed and gave Jack a tolerant smile. "I carried them from the shore, Jack. I think I can manage another twenty yards."

Jack only laughed. "Fair enough, but I'll have to open it, and get the windows while I'm at it."

Before Daniel could say anything, Jack headed over in a jog, trying to look casual, but he was anything but.

"I'll help," Jason called after him, deliberately avoiding Daniel's gaze. He trotted off, knowing that Jack wasn't just planning to open windows.

Daniel knew that, too. His lovers wanted a look at that 'special' room, but without his being there. That irked somewhat, but they were in role play and he knew that none of them wished to break it just for the consideration in seeing the room together. Daniel decided then that they could have their look, so he purposely took his time getting there.

As he set his things down to needlessly rearrange how he would carry them, Daniel suddenly realized that he didn't really mind the separation. And perhaps for the same reason as his lovers. He needed to see it without them. Whatever lay in that room, no matter how one might joke offhandedly about it, it would likely elicit erotic feelings. They might not cater to that kind of scene, but Jason was very much into bondage and Jack liked a certain version of spanking. As for himself, Daniel liked breaking limits, whether it be through losing control via bondage or...hitting Jack on the ass.

That last thought got him thinking, and his cock began to stiffen a little. There was a certain thrill in wondering just what sort of tools--toys--would be available in that room; ones that he could use on Jack, on Jason. Or perhaps, even on himself?

Without their eyes watching him, Daniel had to discover that room by himself. He was abruptly reminded of a masque he'd attended in college a million years ago. It had been an old-fashioned one--or so he'd thought. The masks that people had worn reminded him of the masks depicted in paintings, worn by those in the medieval centuries who wallowed in decadence.

It wasn't until Daniel had been given a very old book on sexual kinks that he had understood some of the uses for those masks; ones with wide, drooling smiles and certain sculpture-like appendages like phallic noses meant specifically for penetration. He'd never been involved with that particular pleasure. He knew he wouldn't risk it now, not without a teacher. Or at least a book.

None of them knew about rope play and the exotic ways to bind someone, so that was out. Their own knowledge was limited to being tied or held down and that was just fine, but Daniel didn't like not knowing, and perhaps, when they returned home, he'd find the time to educate himself. Jason loved bondage, so that was at least one good reason to learn. As for Jack...well, Daniel hated that he didn't know enough about Jack's pleasure buttons, even after two years. That made his desire to learn all the more necessary. Perhaps he could learn while they were here. This vacation was, after all, a fantasy escape.

The role play was certainly interesting so far, despite their inexperience. Whatever lay in that room, however, needed to be attended to after the role play was over. If they went into that room together, for a first or second or even a third look, Daniel would not leave that room without something happening, role play or no role play, and it was too soon for that.  So, with much regret, Daniel took his time getting there, hoping his lovers weren't getting too aroused.

.

Inside the bungalow, which exactly matched the first one in simple wood and Egyptian cotton furnishings and decoration, Jack and Jason opened the windows of the over-warm residence and opened the back door to the wrap-around deck. Their next direction was to the left of the front door, down a short hallway, past the large bathroom and to the door at the end. It faced them like some looming presence and would have felt even more so had the front hallway not had two narrow floor-to-ceiling windows letting it the light.

Jack slid the key inside the second lock and turned the bolt back; the regular house key had unlocked the normal lock in the doorknob. With a look at Jason, Jack slowly pushed the door open. The door, as they knew, was at the far left of the room, so looking inside brought their eyes to the right. Along the wall that stretched directly in front of them on their left was the front of the building. Two large windows were covered by closed blinds, so there was little light to illuminate the room, save for what came through the door.

Jason ran his hand to the right of the door and found a light switch. Overhead, three floodlights turned on, bathing the room in a golden glow. The bulbs themselves were colored glass fixed in their own adjustable sockets so that light could be aimed in all directions instead of one constant overhead blaze.

"Nice," Jason commented. "Creates an atmosphere."

"I'll say," Jack said, and pointed to the center attraction of the room. The doll his friend had mentioned. Jack had expected it to be put away or covered, but it, Christian, stood there as if waiting for instructions, and it drew them into the room. It faced the windows and not them and Jack was relieved not to meet inanimate eyes directly. The light allowed them to see it well enough to discern features, but the most blatant of them didn't need any focused light:  a long, lifelike cock, eternally hard.

"Handy, that," Jason gestured, and Jack nodded with a nervous grin.

It looked like a rubber mannikin, with pale cream Caucasian coloring and a blank blue-eyed stare. It did not have the look of a sex doll; its mouth was closed. It was a decent work of art, though. It had a serene face, muscularly-worked body, and the cock it sported wasn't too large in girth so anyone would be able to derive instant pleasure from it. It was, however, eight or nine inches long, which told Jack that it was likely made specifically for men. Considering that Jack knew that the owner preferred male partners, this didn't really surprise him.

"It's missing something," Jason said, frowning at the head. While its main feature was its phallus, it had another which was often overlooked, as it was in this case. It was bald.

Jack frowned more out of annoyance that he hadn't noticed the lack until Jason mentioned it. "Maybe it distracts," he said, shrugging.

To the doll's right was a tall dresser, and next to it a section of shelves. Next to that, a 12-foot space, like an alcove, recessed perhaps eight feet. Past the alcove, the wall ran straight again, filled with more sets of shelves that ended at the back wall. The alcove had Jason's attention.

"I'd say that this is what's setting the atmosphere, not the doll."

"Agreed," Jack answered.

The ceiling of the alcove was the same height as the rest of the room, but from its center hung two sets of chains that ended in metal manacles halfway to the floor. On the wall behind were fixed manacles, for wrists and ankles, widely spaced apart so that a person would spread open like an X. The beige wall itself looked clean, but stained. It indicated considerable use.  Looking at it and the chains gave the men a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, and they looked elsewhere, not sure of their feelings.

The shelves to either side of the alcove were the next target for attention. They held several different types of toys, including dildos of different sizes. When he turned, Jason discovered that the wall to the right of the door was one long toy selection. Four shelves took up the space, but cut short several feet before reaching the back corner.

In the back corner was another item, made of leather and suspended by chains. It looked like a hammock, but Jack knew its proper name. Jason stared over his shoulder and walked over, running his fingertips over the leather. "What's this called?" he asked.

Defensively, Jack asked back, "What makes you think I know?"

Jason lifted his brows. "Only that you're his friend and close enough to him that he'd let you hang out here with your friends for an entire month."

Jack pressed his lips together. "And?"

"He would have shared something with you, Jack, even if you didn't participate." He paused, a tiny smile of curiosity forming when Jack looked away. "Or did you?"

Jack felt his heart hammering away as he stood there, memories flooding him, bringing back the strange feelings of excitement and fear that he'd experienced back then, just listening to what had gone on in this room. "No."

"Then...what?"

"I watched."

Jason smirked. "I'm not surprised. I would have."

"But I didn't watch what happened here. Just...elsewhere. It wasn't until Daniel slapped my ass that I realized I wanted it, but I don't think that it's the same thing that's in this room. At least, it doesn't feel like it."

"Yeah, I get that. So, it's been fifteen years since you've been in here?"

"About, yeah. Feels...weird."

"I'm surprised that your friend let you come here. Fifteen years is a long time."

"Yeah, but we kept in touch, you know, letters and such. He kept inviting me every year, and you know, I probably would have gone but some damn mission or another was always in the way."

Jason nodded with understanding, then turned and froze, his attention now completely on the doll and the 'bed' that sat in front of it. "This is...interesting."

Jack pointed to the bed. "He had something like this last time but this one's different, but everything else is new, including the doll." He pulled out a piece of paper and opened it. "He emailed... instructions."

Jason took the offered page and read. As he did, he felt Jack's hands move down his sides and nowhere else. It was an effective caress because it didn't take him long to get hard.

"Want to try this out tomorrow?" Jack asked him, referring to the bed.

Jason swallowed, his eyes taking in the bed more thoroughly now that Jack had asked the question.

It was perhaps four feet wide, but the length was difficult to gauge because the 'bed' was a half-circle, raised from the floor on a square pedastal. Its surface was thickly padded, perhaps twelve inches, and the corners were rounded. Four padded cuffs decorated those corners, and they were currently unbuckled and spread open, as if inviting occupants. They made Jason shiver.

Jason couldn't say 'yes'. He only looked at Jack and nodded, once. The shape of the bed was what unnerved and excited him, and the fact that the doll was only a foot away. He stepped between the doll and the bed, looked over his shoulder at the doll's cock, then up into Jack's eyes. "You want me here yourself? Or do you want to watch me be...taken here?"

Jack felt himself grow warm. Everywhere. This was likely part of the attraction for such a...device. To watch. When Jason suddenly bent over and laid his body over the surface of the bed, his arms outstretched, Jack's cock began to stiffen and he cleared his throat. The man was a dreadful tease.

"Let's see what happens tomorrow."

Jason lifted himself onto his forearms. "Getting off on me lying here?"

Jack smirked, as if the answer were obvious, then pointed at the doll. "Do you want to be fucked by that?"

Jason suddenly flushed and looked away, pushing himself to stand. He walked away from it, even as he looked over his shoulder. Now standing next to Jack, he looked his lover over, then looked back at the bed. "Maybe. Preferably by you and Daniel, but I can see the...allure. I think I'd prefer the bed by itself, and not just for me," and he added a slap to Jack's ass as he passed him and made for the door.

Jack reddened and turned around swiftly, shoving Jason against the door and kissing him hard. Without saying it, he'd just told Jason that he'd like him to do that.

"After the role play or before?" Jason asked, rubbing his calf over the back of Jack's thigh, and in so doing, brushing their denim-covered cocks together. They were both hard now.

"After. I'd like to role-play with Daniel first."

"Done."

Jason regretfully stepped out of Jack's arms and allowed Jack to close the door, leaving it unlocked.

Noise behind them told them that Daniel had brought his things inside and they both rubbed their palms over the erections showing through their shorts. "He's going to be a handful," Jack said.

"Yeah, but what a handful," Jason replied. "How about we get some lunch started, then take him over to the supposed human fossils?"

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Daniel stood with his bags in the living room, looking around for the bedroom entrance. He heard his lovers talking in soft voices--plotting something no doubt--and sighed.

"Surely I can open up my own windows?" he called out just as they emerged from the hallway to the right, behind the open front door.

"Of course you can," Jack said with an engaging grin as he pushed the front door nearly closed. "I'm just trying to be a good host."

Daniel started to respond with something caustic but stopped as he caught the arousal in Jack's eyes and a look in Jason's confirmed it. Just as he'd suspected would happen, the room had gotten them aroused. If they were aroused, then he'd be aroused. Their slightly bruised lips didn't escape his notice, either. "You two look a little flushed. Perhaps you need a swim outside."

He picked up his bags, smirking, and headed toward an open door to the far right of the living room. He first spotted what looked like a clothing chest, so his guess that this was the bedroom was confirmed, but when he reached the doorway, he froze, dropping his luggage. The bed was...stunning. With wide eyes, he looked over his shoulder at Jack, then walked into the room, heading straight for it. It was framed, with four tall posts, made of a deep redwood. The posts were carved with the usual milling work and capped with a round knob that nearly touched the ceiling. Over the bed and installed into the ceiling was a canopy frame also made of redwood. From it descended curtains of white material that resembled old parachute silk. For all Daniel knew, it probably was. Its finely woven material was gauzy and when Daniel touched it with his fingertips, he found it incredibly soft.

The draped fabric flowed over the sides of the bed, almost touching the floor and the light from the wide French doors that sat opposite the bed gave the entire treatment an ethereal quality. Opening the doors, Daniel let in the cool breeze and watched as it softly blew across the silk. The sound of the ocean surf met his ears and he could almost feel the spray of it as it hit the rocky part of the shore that fenced off the 'front yard'. The view from bed would be incredible.

"God, I never want to leave," he said softly, closing his eyes.

A hand touched his shoulder, bringing Daniel to regret the role play, because when he turned and found Jack, with Jason beside him, giving him such loving, gentle looks...he wanted his lovers, not strangers meant to seduce him. But the view would be here in the morning, as would the bed and the sound of the surf. Daniel didn't plan on dragging out the role play longer than that. This place was too ripe with other possibilities. And wasn't Alex coming here next weekend?

With a deep sigh, he pushed away the feelings and forced himself to think of his lovers as two men he barely knew, who had brought him here not for fossils but for sex -- no matter how Jason had dressed it up. Plainly stated, the men wanted him, and Daniel, as his own alter-ego, was discovering that he wanted them in return. So, what to do with two strange men...

"I'm, um, going to unpack," he said, gently removing Jack's hand from his shoulder by stepping away. "I'm also pretty hungry, so how about we have lunch and then you can show me where the fossils are?"

"Sounds good," Jack nodded, his eyes moving from Daniel to the bed, making his 'other' feelings known. Daniel met his gaze and swallowed hard, ordering himself not to look away...or down.

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With a bit of reluctance, Jack and Jason returned to their bungalow and set about fixing up lunch. While they did that, Daniel unpacked. Halfway through, however, he set down his clothes and gave in to the desire to see what was inside that room. He had to know what his companions did, to be on the same mood level. What was in that room that had gotten them so aroused?

Reaching the door, he turned the knob and entered. He swallowed as he looked at the doll, taking in that it was dressed only in a wide, black leather belt, its arms raised over its head, held by cuffs about its wrists that were firmly linked to chains which in turn were attached to hooks in ceiling. The cuffs were padded, and that made him grin. If you took away the doll, someone else could be in its place.

Daniel examined the lifesized doll, or mannikin, and discerned that whomever made the doll had gone to extreme care. It was made specifically for this room; despite the artistic design of its exterior, the doll stood erect, its feet a few inches from the ground were spread apart by a two-foot square metal base. At the back of the base, perhaps a foot from the doll itself, was a thick pipe that ran upward and attached itself to the back of the doll, between its shoulder blades. Daniel couldn't figure out the purpose for the metal base or piping until he realized that its purpose was electrical, and that the doll was motor-driven. The base was probably its power source.

Daniel reached out and touched the skin and found the doll more lifelike than any other he'd seen or touched--and he had to admit to himself that he'd seen a few being used but thankfully, had never felt the need to use one himself.

This one, however, had him thinking differently. He circled the thing and examined the ass, finding that because of the mechanical nature, this doll was not used as a fuck toy on the receiving end; there was no hole. A remote control was attached to the back of the belt and the buttons were marked by hand, indicating the type of thrusting movement. "Slow."   "Gyrate."   "Piston."   "Fast."   "Rough."   One label made him laugh nervously:  "Bruiser."

Daniel looked around the room, wondering if there was another doll, one to fuck. When he spied the tall wardrobe dresser standing next to the windows, Daniel moved over and opened the double doors. Scene clothing hung inside, which Daniel expected, and sure enough, hung from a harness strapped to it was an identical doll, this one as flexible as the other one was stiff, except for the obvious dildo it wore for a cock.

Closing the dresser, Daniel returned to the mechanical doll and without hesitancy, took the nicely-sized dildo in his hand and squeezed. He felt its silky give and felt a curious arousal despite himself. He had to see how this thing worked.

Taking the remote control from the belt, Daniel examined it and found no power button, but looking around the doll itself, he found the power switch on the doll's lower back. After flicking the silver switch up, he hovered his thumb over the buttons and quickly pressed Bruiser on the remote.

A low hum generated from the base and up the pipe that could probably be considered the spine. A second or so later, the doll's hips began to move. Slowly at first, moving back, then forward, tentatively as a lover might. The movement was smooth, fluid, with no sounds of gears or hydraulics to remind the person being fucked that it was, indeed, a mannikin giving them pleasure.

Daniel's eyes were drawn to the slight bobbing of lifelike cock; long and stiff, with the shaft bent slightly downward at the fat, sloped head, as if... as if made to seek out a certain little gland. It sent shivers down Daniel's spine and through his own shaft and his cock stiffened with arousal. Wondering why this simple back and forth motion was called bruiser, Daniel moved his thumb over the remote to choose another setting just when the rhythm of the Bruiser setting altered.

It increased in speed, in force, the jerking motion of its hips letting Daniel know that its fucks would be considered hard. The hips shifted side to side, a little at first until it was almost swinging wildly. Taking a step back, Daniel watched it move, imagining someone on the receiving end. The resulting image made his skin tingle, his balls tighten. It didn't take much revelation to know that it was he himself that he imagined getting fucked.

Swallowing down some of his arousal, Daniel took a deep breath and pressed Stop. The mannikin didn't stop immediately, but slowed down, then eased back as if withdrawing from a lover. He next pressed Gyrate and watched in amazement as the process began again. Slow backward and forward strokes before the hips began to move in circles, thrusting as each pass moved over the center--or the ass it fucked--and pulled back as it drew away and circled again.

Daniel's curiosity increased and he reached out and took the lifelike cock into his hand once more, finding that he enjoyed the feel of it as it slid powerfully back and forth in his fist. He couldn't keep the image away, couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like inside him.

Keeping his hand on the cock, he tried the other settings. The one that surprised him the most, making his heart race, was the Rough setting. The movements were strictly back and forth, but the entire doll seemed to move, the chains over its head rattling as it fucked an imaginary partner hard and fast, with ceaseless power and energy.

Hitting the remote button for Stop, Daniel stepped away and gave a puzzled frown. He looked at the half-circle bed, the doll, then approximated his own height and judged that the doll was too short to be fucking someone his height. So the owner was shorter? Perhaps. He looked in the back, at the power settings, and on the base, found a electronic readout with arrow buttons meant to raise or lower the height of the doll in half inches.

Pressing the button, he watched the doll rise until he had it two inches higher than it had been. Stopping it there, and not bothering to think about what he was doing, Daniel moved to the front of the doll and backed his ass against it, letting the cock slide between his thighs, snug against his balls. He observed with another flush of arousal that standing flat on his sandaled feet, it was the perfect height for him.

He intended to step away, but as he looked at the bed in front of him, he realized that there was one more incongruity. If you were tied completely down, your ass would be out of reach of the doll.

Testing this, Daniel took half a step forward and felt the dildo slide back against his balls, giving him a mild sense of pleasure. Swallowing again, he bent over half of the bed, reaching his arms out above him. In order for this thing to work, the bed would have to be tilted. He stepped back, grinning at himself when the permanently erect cock poked him in the ass, and moved sideways to bend down and look at the base. From what Daniel could tell, it was also hydraulic, like the doll, and it was then that he spied controls on the base, marked in sections for directional control. But they still didn't move the bed any closer to the doll. Checking out the hydraulic base of the doll once more, Daniel finally found the button. It had only one setting:  Lock Forward. He pressed it.

The arm of the pipe, that was basically an elbow joint that disappeared into the back of the doll, lengthened exactly like another hydraulic arm. It pushed the doll forward several inches until its legs swung free of the base and touched the edge of the bed. Now it reached, so that either bending over the bed or being strapped down on it would give the desired result.

Daniel swallowed again, his throat dry, and didn't question what he was doing even as he did it. He carefully stepped between the bed and the doll, bending over and adjusting his position until the dildo was between his legs. He bent further, rising on his toes and resting on his forearms, noting as he did how his cock rubbed against the bed. He couldn't help but pause, desire warring within as he wondered what that cool leather would feel like against his cock.

Looking up at the door, just to make sure he wasn't being watched (yet), he then set the remote down in front of him. Gripping the sides of the leather bed and using his feet, he pushed himself back until his ass touched the mannikin. The doll's cock was firmly seated against his balls, with half of it sticking out from his denim crotch. Without thinking why, he moved his feet together, essentially sheathing the dildo and gripping it between his legs. It felt...strange. There was power there, and it felt... heavy... better.

He didn't ask himself why, but he liked this. He remained where he was for another minute before he used his grip on the bed to move back and forth. Not much movement, but it was enough to tantalize. It was then that his stomach growled, and reminded of lunch, he pushed up.

In doing so, however, he hit the remote control and it slid down the bed toward him. In reaction, his free hand made a grab for it... and one of the buttons was activated.

Daniel froze in alarm, in arousal, as he heard the low hum and felt the vibration, the slow build-up of the doll's movements. As it moved back, he sucked in a breath, feeling the doll's phallus rub him through his shorts, even against part of his perineum. It was on its slow forward thrust that he realized that the cock was warm. How had he escaped noticing that? The dildo should be cold. But as this one moved, the cock grew warmer until it was almost too warm.

Hot. Was that the purpose of the doll? Did the dildo heat up past the point of normal comfort? It would make sense. A normal fuck would be boring to the man that designed this room, right? So not just a normal hard fuck but one that heated up?

Any further questions were erased when the doll's movements increased, firing up his now hypersensitive nerve endings. Goosebumps rose all over his skin as the cock bent with the curve of his body and rode forward, rubbing hard against his own. Daniel wasn't about to move. It felt good.

Strange, alien, but damn good.

As it moved back between his legs and forward between his crotch and the bed, Daniel couldn't help the moan he let loose, nor the rise of his ass so that the doll's thrusts hit against his balls. Harder, and in circles, Daniel realized the setting was on Gyrate. Groaning, he fought for the remote still under him and felt the click of a button as he accidentally pressed another one. He brought the remote out from under him, insatiable curiosity making him look before pressing Stop.

He hesitated, wanting to know, and when the alarmingly hard thrusts began to pound, Daniel was torn between lying down and letting himself feel it and shutting it off.

The tightening of his balls made up his mind for him and he pressed Stop. He did not want to come in his shorts.

When he managed to extricate himself from the doll's embrace and shut it down, he found that he was shaking from barely controlled lust and desire. And not a little fear. Not because he felt an almost uncontrollable urge to be fucked by a doll but because he was alone.

Daniel wanted his lovers there. No way would he--should he--do this alone, not when he had company. If he'd come here alone, that would be different, and he wouldn't be standing there with his clothes on debating the matter. The knowledge frankly startled him.

As he stepped away from the bed, he absently placed the remote on it and scanned the shelves. A few minutes later, his eyes were wide, staring at a black leather mask with a long, black nose shaped like slender, curved penis. He shivered even as it intrigued him but was somewhat glad to note that the feelings it elicited weren't sexual.

He continued his look around the room and paused at the cache of treasures he found; things he could actually use. Whips, paddles, and even a whisk, though he doubted that Jack would want the small, short-handled broom used on him. Daniel vaguely recalled reading something about how light passes by a whisk over the buttocks eventually forced the skin to redden and rise to three times its normal height so that any touch to it would cause pain. Daniel didn't believe Jack was into that much pain. A little, but not a lot, not like that.

He wrapped his fingers around one of the leather-bound handles belonging to a long paddle. It was old, polished leather, six inches wide, and maybe twelve inches long. Instead of a solid strap of leather, the paddle end was cut into six-inch strips. The edges were worn with use so there would be no rough marks made by newly cut leather--only the smoothness of the straps themselves.

Would Jack like this? he asked himself. Daniel set it down and swallowed the rising lust back down, looked around, preparing to leave, when his eyes fell upon the corner and what looked like a hammock suspended from the ceiling, although something told him that wasn't its name. All black leather and studs and Daniel suddenly covered his mouth as he laughed at the stereotype.

Even so, it drew his interest. He had a pretty good idea what its use was for, and with images unbidden, saw Jack and Jason strapped in and fucked; owned. The men in his mind's eye weren't just his lovers, either. He imagined Jack's friend--whoever he was; he then imagined Alex.  Daniel palmed his cock and turned away.

As he came to the door, he spied a small cabinet behind it. Opening the small door, he found it stocked with an assortment of condoms of various styles, from various cultures; there were bottles of lube, some of which generated heat on the skin, and there were medical items that completely confused him on their purpose. Then there were the stimulants and sedatives in the delivery methods of pills, inhalers, ampules and injectors.

Two bottles caught his eye just as he started to close the cabinet door and leave. Prescription meds, both dated a month ago. One he recognized. Viagra. The other he vaguely recalled and thought that it was probably the alternative version. Daniel was very tempted to take one of them, but he didn't think he needed it. Not right now, anyway, and probably not today. Maybe tomorrow? Something made him open the bottle and take out three pills. He placed them in the pocket of his shorts, then put the bottle back.

Exiting the room before he got himself into further trouble, he decided to leave the door open. It was as if the room carried some sort of sexual promise. Or maybe it was just a pretty damn good mood setter because whatever happened today, this was a pretty good start.

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On the deck of his and Jason's bungalow, Jack was preparing to grill chicken breasts over mesquite while Jason fetched the mandarin salad from the cooler picked up in a Honolulu deli. Both of them felt anticipation and desire, as well as great deal of tension for what was coming.

It had been too close there, in Daniel's bedroom, Jack thought. Daniel had looked so gorgeous in the filtered light that Jack had nearly forgotten what they had planned, nearly grabbed Daniel and kissed him, his thoughts filled with the urge to throw him down on the bed. There was an intense feeling of disappointment when he'd pushed the desires away, and soon after, telling himself that waiting would be better.

Right now, Jack wasn't feeling all that generous with waiting.

"I can't believe how goddamn wound up I am."

The sound of Jason's voice, grated and on edge, came from the kitchen and Jack's tension-filled body twitched with the thoughts of a hundred variations of fucking. A sudden rebellious need took over and Jack gave into it.

He turned from the grill and stalked through the doors, finding Jason at the counter to his right, preparing the salad dressing. Jason looked up and put down the metal whip, an eyebrow going up. "What? Itchy too?" he asked, his voice trying to sound light.

Without a word, Jack advanced, his hands finding Jason's waist, only to slide up his chest and grasp the man's face firmly before kissing him, hard.

Jason moaned, kissing back, grinding in, feeling Jack's hard cock pressing into his hip. "Jack..." he complained softly as he pulled back.

"I can relieve you of that tension," Jack offered, biting at Jason's bottom lip, letting Jason hear the desire he felt.

"Now?" Jason asked sarcastically, moving his body rhythmically against Jack's solid rocking. "Think you can do me before Daniel gets here?" He'd meant it as a half-joke, but Jack took him at his word and with quick, deft fingers, unbuttoned Jason's shorts and slid his hand inside to firmly stroke his lover's cock.

"I think I could try," he managed, pulling Jason away from the counter. As he shoved him down over the dining table, he yanked his lover's shorts down in one rough motion.

"God, yes," Jason exclaimed as cool air hit his skin.

The sound of Jason's eager breathing made Jack want him all the more, and in seconds, his own shorts were around his ankles and the olive oil was in his hands, slicking his cock and rubbing a delicious amount against Jason's puckered entrance. He didn't prepare him; there was no time.

"You want it?" Jack asked gruffly against Jason's ear as he laid over him, his hand busily rubbing the slick head of his cock against the hot opening.

Jason's breath puffed against the wooden table, leaving behind small fogs of steam along the surface. As his cock slid over the smooth, polished surface, he said, "Fuck yes, Jack," and just as he got out the second 'k', Jack was breaching him, filling him, holding him down by the back of his neck.  "Oh my fucking god."

"Yes," Jack whispered, staring at Jason's ass with half-closed eyes.

"Fuck me," Jason breathed as he gripped the far edge of the table, his fingers slowly tightening until the knuckles were white with strain.

Jack wasted no time with that either as he took hold of Jason's hips, stroked twice in an easy, comfortable lure, then abandoned all self-restraint and let loose on his lover. Jason's expressive panting became louder, harsher, and soon matched the rhythmic sound of slapping skin; a sound that carried not just to Jack's ears, egging him on, but through the open front door. To Daniel.

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The sounds were unmistakable to Daniel's ears. He wasn't paying attention at first as he approached the front door, but as he crossed the threshold, his mind told him it had to be something else because he wasn't that lucky... but his dick told him it was exactly what he thought it was and he was lucky.

His steps slowed as he moved through the living room, heart hammering again in excitement, cock hard so fast it made him dizzy. Once he was in sight of the open dining room and kitchen, Daniel froze.

He damn near came just from the sight and squeezed his balls through his shorts, holding back a groan. His ears seemed to shut out everything but the sound of fucking; they were oblivious to his presence, backs half-turned away from him while they lost themselves in a wonderfully frenzied, passionate fuck. Daniel's skin flushed with sweat, quickly matching the glistening state of his lovers.

He knew they wouldn't have waited; Jack had warned him. But Daniel hadn't even had the chance to tease them yet and knew without being told that what had them so wound up was the promise of sex in combination with that damned exotic room.

And there, in front of him, not knowing he was there, Jack fucked Jason over the dining table and...

Fuckin' A, they looked good.

"Imagine him coming in and seeing us," Jack breathlessly suggested.

"Jack, god," Jason stressed. His voice was harsh and guttural to his own ears and he could only imagine what Jack thought he sounded like. He presented himself higher, eager to receive more, eager to have this, have Daniel watch, make him lose control. He arched, pushing up, tightening his ass. "More, Jack, god, do it! Make me come!"

"You love this, don't you?" came Jack's question, and there was a sudden slap on the side of his ass.

Jason gasped and shouted, "You know I do!" as the pleasure consumed him.

Daniel held his breath, letting the thoughts of his alter-ego guide his actions. He moved closer, leaning against a support post that separated the rooms. He let his fingers edge his erection, but didn't touch himself, teasing his body. He pretended that he didn't know these men as their actions made the flush of his skin deepen with embarrassment and arousal. He desperately wanted to drop his shorts and grab his cock, but somehow kept himself from doing it. His hips began to rock and his buttocks clenched as he thought of himself on that table, getting fucked by both men. The image had him biting his lips closed, choking off the moan he needed to let go.

"Love fucking you," Jack purred, rubbing one hand over Jason's ass as he held him down with the other, his thrusts getting harder, rougher. Putting on a show as if Daniel really were watching.  "So good, so fucking good," he growled with a deep, trembling voice, jerking hard against Jason each time he thrust.

Daniel cut off a sound that his brain told him would have been a whimper of need, and clamped a hand on his balls, tightening, keeping himself from coming. The pain and pleasure were amazing and he'd never thought he'd have lasted this long.

"Take it, you little slut," Jack cursed at Jason.

Jason gripped the edge of the table and pushed back, bringing his ass just a little higher, Jack's cock a little deeper. The table creaked and groaned as Jack's thrusts pounded him into the wood, and his cock burned from the friction. "Jack, god, Jack."

"Come on, you whore. He's watching. Come for him, come for me," Jack urged, his eyes only for Jason's ass.

"I am watching," Daniel suddenly whispered, his words cutting through the loud sounds of sex.

Jason's eyes squeezed shut. "Oh god!" he cried out, his orgasm breaking loose to tighten his hole and grip Jack hard.

"Fuck!" Jack cried out, unable to thrust and grinding into him instead as he shot his pleasure repeatedly over his lover's gland.

Their grunts and cries were caught in their throats as the pleasure overwhelmed them and they lay over the table, waiting for the shocks to stop.

In the meantime, Daniel finally let loose a growling sound of frustration and anger, never once touching himself and hating himself for it. His lovers turned their heads, looking at him as he leaned against post, seeing how his shorts were closed, his fingers clutching the edges of his shorts in tight fists.

"God," Jack murmured and pushed slowly off Jason's body. Kicking loose his shorts, he pulled off his t-shirt as he closed in on Daniel.

Daniel's eyes widened. "What're you--"

"You need release and don't you dare tell me you don't," Jack growled at him. Daniel started to move, but it was painful, and he couldn't fight off Jack's hands that were at his shorts, drawing them open, pushing them down. Jason, now just as nude as Jack, moved in behind him, turning his face to him.

"Why didn't you jerk off?" he asked.

"I've never..." Daniel immediately said, "not in front of..."

"God," Jason breathed and kissed him, hard, jerking with ultra-sensitivity as he rubbed his spent cock against Daniel's ass.

Daniel felt the come on Jason's cock that was now smeared across his ass and groaned, breaking the kiss. "You can't, you--" but he silenced himself, not knowing what he wanted to say. They couldn't help him, they couldn't...

"I can," Jack said and dropped to his knees, his arms going around his thighs, fingers digging in to hold him still. Behind Daniel, Jason's fingers pushed his shirt up, his arms going around his waist, his chest, holding on tight.

"He can," Jason whispered into Daniel's ear. "He'll suck you so damn good."

"God, yes," Jack whispered and licked a wide swath over the strained purple head of Daniel's cock.

"God!" Daniel cried, jerking his head back, squeezing his eyes shut, and frantically reached out, grabbing Jack by the shoulders. His body shuddered and trembled as Jack licked him wet until he took the head in his mouth and sucked gently. Daniel began to whimper with the combination of pleasure and pain, his hips thrusting ceaselessly in short, sharp jerks.

"That's it, Daniel," Jason purred. "Take him, fuck his mouth. He wants it, has been dreaming of it."

Daniel moaned, relaxing his grip of Jack's shoulders as the head of his cock slid in and out of Jack's mouth.

They were easing him down, bringing him to a point where he could come. Daniel had never done this with them before, never having allowed himself to hold back his orgasm. As painful as it was, and knowing he would probably not do this again, he loved it; loved what they were doing to him now.

"Talk dirty to him, Daniel," Jason encouraged. "He likes it. Tell him what you want."

Jack pulled off, licking and sucking his balls. "Tell me," he whispered before taking them both into his mouth. Daniel gasped again and again, his entire body on fire. Then Jack was moving up, taking the head back into his mouth and sucking in inch after inch. He moaned around the stiff flesh, pushing at the backs of Daniel's legs, telling him to thrust more. Further.

The vibration from Jack's throat was acute and with his head thrown back on Jason's shoulder, Daniel let out a yell and suddenly clutched at him, holding Jack savagely by his head as he thrust over that wet, accepting tongue. The pleasure spread and his balls tightened when Jack tipped back and opened his throat.

"Tell him," Jason ordered, his tone urgent.

"Suck me," Daniel gasped.

"Again! Louder!" Jason hissed. "Tell him, call him names!"

"I can't--"

"Tell him!" Jason said, ripping his t-shirt down to bite hard into the cords of his neck.

"Fuck!" Daniel cried through a strained voice. "Suck me! God, suck me, bitch, suck me. Suck me, suck me, suck--"

Jack abruptly clamped down and swallowed, pulling a fierce cry from Daniel's throat and forcing him to spill down his throat as he came and came.

Heat spread through Daniel's limbs and through his balls and cock as Jack backed off a little to suck and swallow, taking all Daniel had to give him. There was a moment of greyness and Daniel didn't know what was going on. He was absently aware that Jason was kissing his face, caressing his belly; that Jack was now kissing his cock, his groin, moving around Jason's hands.

Daniel felt a little silly, wondering why he thought he lay on his side, on something soft, but as his awareness returned, he realized he was. He tried to move his arms and legs and found them weak and heavy. "God," he croaked. "What have you two done to me?"

A kiss met his cheek and Daniel turned to it and opened his eyes, finding Jack looking at him with a little worry. He turned and saw Jason with the same expression, then felt a sense of pleasure as Jason leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"We loved you," Jason said.

"Is that what that was?" Daniel asked, closing his eyes. He was in bed and didn't remember getting there. Which means, embarrassingly, that he had passed out. He couldn't remember the last time he'd done that with his lovers, though he remembered the first time it had ever happened, and it had been with Jason. His next thoughts were that they were supposed to have had lunch and he vaguely remembered the smell of chicken cooking and the tang of orange in the air. His eyes flew open. "Lunch?"

Jack smiled then. "Amazingly, it's saved. The fire in the grill went out. But I relit it and it's cooking now."

Daniel groaned, feeling lethargic but hungry as hell. "How the hell did the two of you manage to make me pass out?"

"I think you did that, Daniel," Jason said, nuzzling him. "It's what you get for giving yourself blue balls and making us rescue you."

"I did no such thing," Daniel protested, wondering why he didn't notice the press of two bodies against him when he first woke up. God. "Making you rescue me, that is."

Jack made a tsk tsk sound. "We couldn't have done anything else, Daniel. It was one hell of a turn on, you know, having you come in and watch us. You surprised me."

The words reminded Daniel that they were still in character. He cleared his throat and managed to look like he was blushing, even though his skin obviously wasn't. "I... you... um, I saw you and... well, it was too late to turn away."

"Haven't you come in on students doing it?" Jason asked in a teasing tone, exchanging grins with Jack.

Daniel tried to make himself blush but he couldn't. Instead, he sat up, hiding his face from them. "Those were different."

"How?" Jack asked.

"They weren't... the two of you." He growled softly at himself, wishing they weren't in role play but not really wanting to break it for an urge to be, well, sappy. He turned to glance at Jack, then Jason, and sighed. "Look, I--"

Jack suddenly sat up and put an arm around his shoulders. "Daniel," he said softly.

"What?"

"Time out."

And then he pulled Daniel back and kissed him, deeply, pushing him down into the soft, plush pillows, sliding his hands under him, around him. Jack's tongue coaxed and seduced his mouth, making Daniel relax into him, and when he let up, he did so slowly, reluctantly.

Daniel took a deep breath, was about to speak, when Jason's fingers were under his chin, turning him, brushing his lips with his own, whispering, "My turn," before kissing him just as deeply and as passionately as Jack had. It was then that Daniel realized that he was only half dressed and wondered, again, where the hell his awareness was that he hadn't noticed.

When Jason let up and Daniel took another breath, he held up his hands in case his lovers any more ideas in depriving him of oxygen. "Okay, what was that, not that I didn't like it or appreciate it."

"You needed it, Daniel," Jason told him, "and so did we."

"Ditto," Jack agreed. He paused a moment, then told him, "I've never seen you do that, Daniel. Hold back like you did, and while I'm smug as hell to have been able to give you what you needed, you had me worried when you greyed out."

"What he said," Jason added, caressing Daniel's chest.

Daniel sighed. "I surprised myself. And scared myself. I stayed in my role instead of breaking, and fuck, that was hard to do."

Both Jason and Jack gave him amazingly shy, knowing smiles and Daniel laughed softly.

"But you two...Jesus. I tried to think what my alter-ego would do, what I would do if I weren't getting any all the time and what I'd do if I suddenly saw something I wasn't used to seeing, especially with two men I'm extremely attracted to. I'm someone who isn't used to going after what he wants or used to getting this kind of attention from two very handsome men. I'm someone who isn't used to watching others have sex. I'm someone who doesn't jerk off in front of others, either."

"I remember you saying that," Jason said, then suddenly hissed and assumed a guilty look as he spotted the dark red bruise on Daniel's neck.

"What?" Daniel asked.

Jason fingered it gently. "Sorry."

Daniel reached up and put his hand where Jason was barely touching. He felt a bruise but it wasn't too sore. "It doesn't hurt much, Jace," he assured him. "You didn't break the skin, did you?" he asked, grinning at him when Jason's eyes widened with further worry. "I'm kidding, Jace. I don't think you did--"

"Let me see," Jason started, peering closely and examining Daniel's skin.

Daniel laughed at him and brushed his hands aside.  "Idiot," he teased, making Jason grin sheepishly. Daniel grew quiet then and hooked a finger in Jason's mouth to draw him close for a light kiss. "That bite did it, you know."

"It did?" Jason asked coyly, looking at Jack and winking. "I thought it was Jack."

Jack moved closer and nuzzled under Daniel's ear, making him shiver all over. "No, I think that bite did it, Jace. It made Daniel do something, which then made me do something. Isn't that right, Daniel?"

Daniel felt a stirring inside, growled in annoyance, and pushed Jack away as he sat back up. "Don't start. Now, slightly changing the subject, just what happened here?" He pulled at his torn t-shirt and indicated that it was all he was wearing.

"Um, well," Jason explained quickly. "You folded. So, I carried you to the bed."

That made Daniel blush, and even though he knew that was what had happened, hearing Jason actually say it was... "I'm so embarrassed," he said rubbing his forehead. His lovers grinned and sat up next to him, putting their arms around him and kissing his cheeks.

"Isn't that cute. He's blushing," Jason teased.

Daniel pushed at them, feeling even worse, but he couldn't be angry if he tried. He didn't say anything but his lovers did know when enough was enough.

"So now what?" Jack asked, rubbing Daniel's back.

"We end the time out," he said, pulling off his shirt. "The last few minutes didn't happen, I wake up to find the two of you freshly showered and out on the deck, serving lunch, looking reasonably smug but a little leery as to how I'll react to that amazing and spontaneous blow job, and we'll go on from there."

"And then?" Jason asked as he rolled out of bed, standing there looking beautiful and naked.

Daniel looked him up and down and sighed. "And then...what?"

"How long do you think this should go on?" he asked, heading toward the bathroom, "because I don't see it lasting past the time where we end up taking you to bed and fuck each other senseless." He disappeared and the shower was heard running soon after.

Daniel snorted. "Providing we don't have any more diversions."

"Don't worry about that, Daniel," Jack chided and playfully cuffed him. "But Jason's right," he added, getting up. "I don't think it'll last past the night."

Daniel lay back down and stretched, purposely looking away from Jack's dangerous stare.

"Yeah, okay, you're both right. End of time out, Jack." He rolled over and pulled the blanket up to cover half his body. He didn't intend to fall asleep but he really did need the nap.

Jack grinned and headed for the bathroom, stepping inside the glass enclosure when Jason slid the shower door open for him. "We need to make this one memorable," he told him, groaning as Jason's soapy fingers massaged his back.

"I don't think that will be a problem, Jack," Jason answered, "since I think this entire leave will be memorable."

Jack's smile was dark and playful. "Perhaps in a week, it'll be your turn to blush, eh?"

Jason narrowed his eyes. "Don't make me hurt you."

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When Daniel emerged from his shower, he found another t-shirt set out for him next to his own shorts. It wasn't his (even though it was), but it fit. He left the room and went through the house, hoping that his companions weren't fucking again. It had only been an hour so they shouldn't be, but these two seemed to have the stamina of bulls. He stepped onto the deck from the kitchen and found the men sitting at the table, their eyes fixed on him, both looking a little worried.

"Hi," he greeted, blushing a little while a frown formed.

"Hi," Jack responded. "Have a seat. How're you feeling?"

Daniel sat down across from them, wanting to tell him that he was ready for more, even if he had just been comparing them to bulls. But he didn't really feel aggressive enough to ask. Perhaps he needed a little more... encouragement. He should get it, he thought, considering that they'd wasted no time giving him that wonderful blow job. The mention of it made his cheeks grow hot and he was distracted by his thoughts.

"Daniel?" Jack asked.

"Oh, um, fine. Good, um, a little weird."

"Um, yeah, about that," Jason began and reached across to take Daniel's hand in his. "We hadn't planned any of that. I'm sorry if--"

Jack kissed Jason's apology from his lips. "Don't apologize. We loved what happened. Didn't you, Daniel?"

Daniel swallowed and looked away, nodding. "I did."

"Besides, I'm sure you've seen two men fucking before so it's not like it was anything new, right?"

Daniel cleared his throat. "No, not new. I should, um, apologize for intruding though."

"Don't," Jack said, quickly taking Daniel's other hand. "You made it hotter."

Jason grinned at Jack before returning his gaze to Daniel's amusing red cheeks. "He's right. It was."

Daniel swallowed, trying to suppress arousal at the look of Jason's skin. The man wore only his shorts. "I...feel weird, anyway."

"Bad?" Jack asked.

"No, no, no, just...I'm not used to that sort of spontaneity... or saying what I, you know... said."

"You'll get used to it," Jason answered with a shark smile.

Daniel wanted to bite it off. "If you say so."

There was a strange sort of peace in the air, similar to the one felt after the satisfaction of sex. Daniel wondered how long it would last. Underneath the peace was the air of restlessness, which he felt was in each of them. Jack served lunch and grabbed some beers for himself and Jason, surprising Daniel with a glass of chardonnay. The meal was a good distraction and it helped dispel the butterflies Daniel felt.

The men talked with Daniel about a lot of things, carefully steering clear of anything too personal, and Daniel found himself caught up in topics ranging from movies to Academy gossip. When their meal was finished, Daniel didn't wait for the conversation to lull and become uncomfortable, so he stood up and drained his glass. "That was great, thank you. Are you two up to showing me where to find the fossil site?"

Jack exchanged looks with Jason and they both stood. "Let's go."

Leading Daniel down the steps, they walked a few steps before realizing that Daniel wasn't with them. They turned and found Daniel staring at the small pool.

"I didn't know we had a pool," Daniel muttered to himself, and realized as he reached the grass that part of the pool disappeared under the deck. He bent down, one hand on the deck, staring underneath. "Where's it go?" he asked.

Jack grinned. "Into our bedroom. You probably didn't notice because it's covered."

Daniel hadn't noticed and cursed himself. But it wasn't a bath, it was a pool. "Isn't there a jacuzzi or bathtub?"

"You prefer to take baths?" Jack asked.

"No, I usually take showers."

"You're invited to use it anytime, Daniel," Jason told him as he came over to him. "I'd love to share." He suddenly had Daniel's chin in his fingers and was leaning in, letting his eyes close. He came this close to kissing him, but pulled back, smiling at him. "Still want to see the fossils or would you rather go for a swim? It's a nice day for it."

Daniel took a deep breath. "The fossils are by that waterfall, you said?"

"Yes," Jason said slowly.

"I'll have a look there first and a swim after. That sound okay with you two?"

"Sounds like a plan," Jack answered.

"Lead the way then," Daniel asked, stepping out of their way.

Jack felt his fingers twitch as he walked past him.

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They led Daniel over large flat-topped boulders, stepping carefully to avoid the moss-covered edges. To the right of the waterfall, one such boulder stretched out to accommodate an easy step onto a long outcropping of stone that jutted out from beneath the cascading water. Daniel stepped onto it, his right hand on the rock wall, wet from overspray, maintaining his balance. Jason pointed.

"Behind there," he said, and when Daniel took a few hesitant steps, he saw that the waterfall cleared the wall by nine feet or so, forming a sort of natural alcove behind it. It wasn't too wide, perhaps twelve feet, but it was mostly dry, save for more spray from the water that hit the lagoon. The fossils were in groups of three, and as Jason had intimated, they were animals, tiny lizards to be more precise. Daniel ran his fingers over them, finding their positions curious. When he turned to say something, however, Daniel found himself alone.

"Aren't you guys joining me?" he called out, stepping onto the edge of the out-cropping. They had retreated to the edge of the field that melded with the boulders and were sprawled out on the short, soft grass.

"No, we'll be out here," Jason shouted back.

Daniel just barely heard him under the roaring of the water. He stared back, then shrugged and disappeared behind the wall of water.

Jack and Jason had no intention of staying inside with him. While cold, and a good enough reason to stay away, it was their emotions that kept them at bay. Watching Daniel under there was just a little too much; he seemed oblivious of his sexy appearance even though they knew damn well that he wasn't. The cold water hadn't just made his wet t-shirt stick to his skin. It had made his nipples pebble and harden, sticking up with notice, begging to be taken between teeth. His damp shorts hugged him close, riding up slightly and enhancing his crotch and his ass more than was strictly, well, necessary.

It was an exercise in restraint.

Daniel's lovers decided to exercise the better part of valor, too, by leaving him to his 'study'. They laid beside each other in the grass, closing their eyes, and enjoyed the sun, the sounds of the surf, and the occasional cries of birds. They thought about what they planned to do to him; their nerves were about as high strung as they could get, anticipating the unknown, although they were quite certain of the outcome. One other thing they were quite certain of:  whatever happened would not involve being in that damned cold water. The temperature itself would defeat the purpose, no matter how high their arousal.

After a few minutes of waiting, Jason shaded his eyes and let out a strange chuckle.

"What?" Jack asked, not needing to look.

Jason looked over and turned on his side to face him. "Jack, answer something for me. Why do I feel like we're on a mission?"

Jack frowned, confused by the question, and opened his eyes. He looked over at Jason and rolled to face him, mirroring the position of propping his head in his hand. "I don't know. Why?"

"Think about what we're doing and what Daniel's doing."

Jack did, then started to laugh softly; it was damn funny, actually. "Because we're waiting around on Daniel to finish staring at a bunch of fossilized bone?" He shook his head and his laughter trailed off as he sat up. "It's a goddamned hard habit to break, isn't it?"

Jason agreed as he sat up next to him. "Any other time, I wouldn't have a problem with this, but this is our vacation. And it strikes me as a little odd that we're spending our fantasy island time doing this." He got up then, feeling like an idiot, and stared over at the waterfall and the hint of skin color beyond. He shook his head and turned away.  "You know, I love the man, but I'm not waiting on his ass...er, well, I am, but I'm not waiting here."

Jack chuckled as Jason took his hand and helped him up. "Did you have something in mind then?"

"That's what I've been thinking about," Jason answered, grinning at him. "Trying to come up with a plan of action, other than the obvious."

"Other than the obvious, yes."

"You know he's doing this to tease us."

Jack gave him a wry smile. "We thought up the plot, Jace, so it's our own fault."

Jason rolled his eyes. "Yes, I know, but does he have to...well, get into it so much? The shit actually shook his ass at me as he bent over that one section to look at the bottom of the wall." He sighed with a tiny smile on his lips and Jack grinned back at him. "C'mon," he said, taking a step toward the bungalows. "If we're gonna lie around in the sun, let's go do it in comfort. Grab a cold beer, lie on something comfortable. For once I'd like to indulge in a little hedonism."

Jack laughed again and reached out, taking Jason's hand. It felt good to be able to do that out in the open, and for once, Jack realized that it was something he actually missed being able to do. Jason tried to read the look on his face and then stared down at Jack's examination of their hands.

"What?" he asked.

"I know it's not exactly in public, but..." He tightened his fingers laced through Jason's, letting him know without saying it.

Jason stared back at him, eyes searching Jack's. He'd already considered the freeing nature of their situation. "This," he said, holding up their hands, "is a luxury I've been looking forward to. Funny how it just hit you, Jack."

Jack shrugged, dropping their hands down but not letting go. "I'm a little slow."

Jason snorted. "Only when you have other things on your mind that don't require keeping a P90 close at hand. As a rule, you're far from slow."

Jack pulled their clasped hands behind him, bringing Jason close. He bent his head slightly, nuzzling his lover's face. He didn't need to say anything; actions spoke louder with him, anyway. But...some things needed to be discussed so they might as well get going.

"You do realize we've already been practicing hedonism."

"Yes, but we can do that at home..." When he caught the arch of Jack's brow, he amended with a wicked grin, "Okay, maybe not all of it."

"About that room," Jack began, getting straight to the point.

"Yes, that room."  Jason paused, considering something that just came back to him. "Do you think Daniel was just goading us when he mentioned the doll?"

Jack thought about it, then cleared his throat. "No. I think he's immersing himself in this fantasy adventure like he does with everything else..."

"In that he wants to explore every damn thing," Jason finished, nodding.  They were quiet again for a while, then Jason scowled in Daniel's direction. "If he stays in there any longer, we'll need to unthaw him."

Jack laughed. "If I stay here any longer, I'll get blades of grass molded into my skin. C'mon, let's go for a swim, prune up a little and see if he decides to join us, then check out the bedroom."  Jason gave him a decidedly dirty look and he grabbed the man's hand and led him off toward the bungalow.

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Daniel waited long enough. While the fossils were certainly interesting, they weren't enough to keep him distracted for more than five minutes. Besides, he was cold in this damp place. He turned and walked the few feet to the side of the waterfall, the roar of it only just getting noticed again, making him wish he had earplugs. Emerging from the waterfall, he stepped onto the larger of the flat rocks, blessedly warm under his feet, and found that he was alone.

He closed his eyes for a second as he had a moment of déjà vu, then started off toward the house.

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Jason sighed deeply as he stepped into the pool from the steps at the shallow end and immersed his body in the heated water. While their surroundings were tropical, they were also in the winter season so the warm water was very welcome. He sat down on the bottom step and leaned back on his elbows, the water level high enough only to cover his chest. This end of the pool, while staired, also sloped downward and made it easy to just relax at one end without the use of a raft.

Watching Jack take a few laps, Jason admired his lover's nude body and the ease in which it moved through the water. When Jack made his way back to him and caught Jason watching, he smirked and swam up, nearly on top of him. Jason purposely didn't move an inch. Jack planted his hands on the ceramic surface, framing Jason's body, as the rest of him floated like an afterthought. He looked down, curious of Jason's half-hard state of affairs, even under water.

"Something on your mind?" he asked mildly.

"No, not really."

"Hey, I thought you guys were going to stay with me?" Daniel called, walking toward them. As he looked at his lovers, he thought how funny it was that the plan was for them to seduce him... as they had done so once already. That scene earlier had been damned hot. So, now what would they do? He had to keep up his own *inexperience* pretense, even if it was aggravating the crap out of him.

He smiled sheepishly as he drew near, but it was an effort. His companions were nude. "Sorry. I didn't mean to bore you two. I'm done with that wall. Turns out there's nothing there that's uncommon."

"Oh, pity," Jason answered sarcastically, obviously not meaning it. "But I think maybe you owe us for waiting on you."

Daniel's eyes grew narrow. "I never asked you to wait."

"No, but you'll have to pay anyway."

"I beg your pardon?"

Jason suddenly remembered the things he'd told Daniel in the letter; things about his role play character. The words had just popped out of his mouth without any actual thought to them. Jason didn't know what he was going to do, but went with it anyway, sensing this need to be aggressive. If he went too far, Daniel would stop him, if not Jack.

"Get in," he asked, trying to hide his enthusiasm.

"The pool's heated?"

"Of course."

Daniel started to step in but Jack held out his hand. "Hold up, Daniel. Clothes off."

"Off?" he asked, starting to shiver from the coldness of his skin.

"Off. We're naked, so you should be."

Daniel considered that, and considered that he was probably insane, too, and threw off his wet t-shirt and shorts and stepped into the warm water. He adored the warmth as it chased away the chill he'd been feeling. He dove under, heading out to swim a few laps. He knew his lovers' eyes were on him as he sidestroked through the water, and tried not to think of anything arousing that would make him hard. He preferred to let his companions do that for him.

When he looked up, he saw the strange grin on Jack's face and frowned a little. Jack's expression wasn't...nice? No, that was the wrong word. Pleasant? Well, no, that wasn't the right word, either. Whatever the word, and whatever it meant, it sent a very direct message to his cock that he had to strangle. What had made him think that a role-play situation like this would ever stay boring?

Lost in his thoughts, Daniel wasn't ready for the attack that came.

He was treading water at the far end he felt hands around his ankles, yanking him down. Daniel didn't like chlorine so he'd shut his eyes against the water. He didn't know precisely who'd done it, but it had to be Jason. He was the only one who'd trained with those goddamned, miserable SEALs.

A second later, he was being kissed and 'someone' had an arm around him, as they broke the surface. Daniel blinked rapidly, brushing the water from his eyes just as he was shoved against the side of the pool, hands framed at either side of his head.

Jason was to his right; Jack, to his left. Fuck.

Daniel felt as if he'd run a marathon and it had nothing to do with swimming. His heart was pounding and despite his efforts to the contrary, his cock was filling soon after he'd hit the wall. The move against the wall surprised him, though he had no idea why. Even with his own experience, the fact that he got off on rough sex always amazed him.

"It's time, Professor," Jason said, his free hand under the water, sliding down his body but deliberately avoiding his cock when it came to rest on his inner thigh.

Daniel groaned and started to say something but Jack's hand was distracting, copying Jason's and resting on his opposite thigh, teasing. Then Jack lunged and Daniel's mouth was consumed; the man's tongue went after his own with aggressive little stabs and Daniel felt himself weakening.  Jesus.  He thought about pulling away, to get out of the pool--although why exactly was beyond him. He broke the kiss, pulling away, gasping, and instead asked, "Time for what?" before he grabbed the edge of the pool with his right hand.

"You'll see," Jack said behind his ear, and Daniel realized that in moving, trying to push them off, he'd allowed Jack to move in behind him. They were slowly guiding him along the edge, moving to the shallower end of the pool. When Daniel's feet felt the bottom, they sandwiched him and spread his legs, sliding their hard cocks against his body.

Daniel couldn't breathe correctly with their intense humping against his cock, his ass. Their mouths were busy over his throat, his face; their hands beguiling him with rough caresses, fingers twisting his nipples and making him wince. Their attentions fed his lust and he loved what they were doing, but he fought for control, out of habit, pushing ineffectively to get free, yet barely using his strength to do so. It was form, not intent.

But theirs wasn't. Their intent was clear when they started to talk, their dirty words making him breathe harder, faster, to close his eyes with needy confusion.

Jason grabbed his hips and thrust, rubbing forcefully, panting hard as the jolts of pleasure thrummed through his body. "God, he feels so good, Jack," he whispered.

"Yes," Jack replied as he moved his cock back and forth between Daniel's thighs, rubbing against that one spot behind the balls, loving how he made Daniel jerk from the caress. His hands moved up, holding Daniel's head back on his shoulder while his other reached between them, taking his cock and rubbing it against Daniel's hole. When Daniel gasped again and his hands sought out something to hold onto, Jack bit his ear. "Nice, isn't it? Like my cock?"

Daniel laughed; a short, breathy sound that was cut off by Jason's ardent kiss. As his tongue danced around Daniel's, Jack went on talking, his voice deep and sensuous in his ear, making the hair on Daniel's body stand up and he couldn't help but moan.

"Going to make you come over and over and over," Jack said as he rubbed around the tight, wrinkled hole with his cock.

Jack's sudden absence and the splash of water surprised Daniel but not as much as the hot feel of his mouth biting down his back, over his ass, or that tongue plunging inside, not bothering to lick or tease. The pleasure was as shockingly abrupt as the surprise and Daniel jumped, nearly knocking Jason over. His lover took care of that by giving him another surprise, and Jason dropped into the water to take Daniel's cock into his mouth.

There were no words as Daniel's brain left him. The shock of heat surrounding his cock nearly made him come. He cried out in a shuddery exhale, grabbing Jason's hair, then shoulders. Jack wasn't making it easy, hanging onto his hips as his tongue drove him insane.

It seemed like minutes as they tormented him but he knew it was only seconds before they started back up, their mouths still on him, biting their way back to the surface. He heard the strong inhalations of breath that were quickly covered up by more kisses and bites. Daniel was so overwhelmed that he nearly lost balance despite the buoyancy of the water.

"It's time to go," Jason whispered gruffly as he licked up the center of Daniel's throat. He shivered from holding back the pent up tension that had been building, and stepped away, taking Daniel's hand once more. "Jack, let's go," he said, looking over his shoulder.

Jack replied with a heated look that was nowhere near anger.

It was difficult to walk with a hard-on, but their arousal allowed them to ignore the discomfort. Jason still had Daniel's hand, leading him into the bedroom, but Jack took the other and crawled onto the bed, pulling Daniel down on top of him. "It's about time, dammit," he said and kissed him hard.

Jason was tempted to crawl over Daniel and lick up the remaining drops of water that fell onto the bed covers, but he moved instead to the three-drawer nightstand. As he pulled the top drawer open, he was reminded that it was still their first day there and they hadn't made the time to investigate what was available. Jason was a little surprised by the contents in the drawer, and curious, opened the others to see what they held.

"Holy shit," he muttered to himself, and the words and tone broke his lovers apart. Jack was torn between continuing his exploration of Daniel and his curiosity for whatever it was that Jason found, but Daniel's expression had him pulling him with him as he crawled to the edge of the bed.

"What's up?" he asked, getting a nice flush of heat in his balls as Daniel moved up behind him and peered over his shoulder.

Jason closed the drawers abruptly and reopened the top most. "Nothing that can't be saved until later. Right now, there's this." He pulled out some of the contents and placed two bottles, one tube, and one jar on the tabletop. Lube. The bottles were of different brands, both meant for slick, long-lasting sex. Jack snorted and shook his head as he sat up, grabbing one of the bottles. Gun Oil, it said. "You know, military guys have been using real gun oil since its invention. Cracks me up that only now do manufacturers decide to make their own, slightly safer, versions." He turned the bottle over in his hands to read the ingredients and his grin was smug. "Amazingly, not too different from the real thing."

"You used real gun oil?" Daniel asked, finding himself appalled, but more for his own ignorance than in the fact that gun oil had actually been used.

Jack grinned at him sardonically. "Being in combat brings all sorts of ideas," he quipped.

"God, I guess," Daniel answered, noting that Jason wasn't unsurprised by the bottle, either. "Isn't it irritating to the skin?"

Jason answered this time. "It's not like car oil, Daniel, where you have detergents added. Gun oil isn't meant to clean, only lubricate, which is one small reason why guns have to be cleaned after each use."

Daniel held out his hand and Jack handed him the bottle. He sat back and flipped up the top pour spout, squeezing a couple of drops onto his fingertips. He rubbed and was surprised by the slickness.

Jack picked up the second bottle, a water-based substance, but put it aside when Jason held up the jar. "Someone have you in mind?" he asked with mischief.

Daniel looked up and guffawed, setting down the 'gun oil' bottle. "Gimme that," he said and Jason handed him the jar. It read, Jack Jelly. "Meant for masturbation and fisting," he read, and didn't bother to hide the blush since he was supposed to be in role play. He wanted to comment but that would require breaking the role play, so he handed the jar back and asked Jack, "So you've never seen these before?"

Jack, again, shook his head. "Nope, but then the usual drug store variety has always been enough. Perhaps we should start buying the special stuff if it works better."

Daniel held up the 'gun oil' bottle and waved it. "It's certainly slick enough." He looked over just as Jason brought out a couple of slender-molded ribbed dildos, one of them curved at the end. The next four items were nearly identical, except for color. Metal and latex rubber cock rings. One of the metal rings had a ball on it, which meant that men weren't the only visitors to this room.

"Don't need those, do we?" Daniel asked on purpose, his 'character' expecting the question to be rhetorical.

"I beg to differ," Jason replied, jogging his eyebrows at Jack. Jack's lips twitched in another smile as he nodded and picked up a silver cock ring and a gold cock ring. "Choose one, Daniel," he said with undisguised interest.

Daniel felt his dick twitch and looked down. "Don't I need to be soft for those?"

Jack shook his head, and picking the silver one. "It looks like it'll fit," he said. "Kneel for me," he asked.

Swallowing, Daniel rose off his heels and knelt, hands going out to steady them on Jack's shoulders as the man slid the quarter-inch round steel ring over his cockhead and down the shaft until it rested snugly against the base. It felt strange, heavy, but it didn't hurt to be there. He was hard, but not straining, and since he'd neatly shaved recently, the ring didn't pinch. The feel of it seemed to make him harder and Jack made it worse (better) by reaching out to give his cock a couple of strokes.

"How's that feel?" Jack asked him, removing his hand.

Daniel moaned between bitten lips. "The ring or your stroking?"

"The ring," Jack told him, and pushed Daniel back on the bed and laid on top of him once more. "You're going to fuck me," he said, as if it were something that had already happened.

Daniel laughed at the outrageousness of it, and forced himself to remember that he was unused to this sort of sex; that is, sex with two men. "Are you sure you want me to do that? Perhaps Jason would be better--"

"Think again," Jack said, spilling some oil onto his fingers and reaching for Daniel's cock.

Daniel moved out of the way, grinning, and found the dangerous look back in Jack's eyes, which weren't on him anymore but on Jason. Daniel looked over and heard his own breath being caught.

Jason settled at the head of the bed, leaning back against the right post, the jar open and the white oily paste on his fingers. Spreading his legs and bending one to keep out of Jack and Daniel's way, he stroked himself, twisting his hand over the head in a repeated up and down corkscrewing motion. He was watching his lovers with intense interest. "Keep going," he whispered.

Daniel pushed up to look, staring. "You're going to sit there and jerk off?" he asked.

"For a while, until you make Jack come all over himself."

Jack grinned at Daniel's expression. Daniel didn't say anything but his eyes betrayed his feelings. "And then?" he asked.

Jason quietly said, "Then I'm going to fuck you very, very hard."

Daniel groaned and found Jack's eyes sparkling with mischief. "Lie back with your head on the pillows," Jack asked and sat back, waiting for Daniel to move. Once settled, Jack kissed his way up his body before quickly taking his hands and placing them over his head. "Slide your hands under the pillow and keep them there."

Daniel shivered with anticipation as he did so, gasping quickly after when Jack inflicted more bites over his throat, his ear, down over his pecs, inhaling the sharp spice of musk under Daniel's arms. "God you smell good." Daniel shivered at his voice, too. He was suddenly struck how slick their bodies were with sweat, not water. He couldn't speak for Jack, but for himself, he was on fire; the touches from his lover making him pant, making him writhe.

"Do you want a taste?" Jack asked, crawling further up his body and stopping when he reached Daniel's waist. He straddled him and hissed when Daniel's fingers wrapped around his cock.

Daniel knew he couldn't play hard to get--so to speak. Instead, he played coy. It should prove... interesting. "Taste what? Your cock? It sounds good but I've forgotten how, I think. Or maybe I've never done it correctly. Why don't you show me."

Jack's heart rate increased. God, this would be good. "You start by taking my cock," he began, and surrounded Daniel's hand with his own. "And you place it in here." He moved his hand to Daniel's mouth.

Daniel shook his head, his eyes clearly full of wicked mischief. "Show me." He caught Jason grinning at the new game he was initiating and felt a warm shudder up the back of his thighs.

"Will this help?" Jack asked coyly, one eye on Jason jerking off and the other on Daniel as he pushed two fingers into Daniel's open mouth. When Daniel opened wider, Jack moved them slowly back and forth, feeling himself get harder when Daniel began to suck at them, his tongue caressing around and between.

Daniel moaned and pulled Jack's fingers from his mouth, licking his lips as if he'd just eaten something delectable. "Nice, but no. You have to demonstrate what you want."

With a low growl that made his lovers laugh softly, Jack pushed himself up. With a quick movement, he was then straddling Daniel's shoulders. The fact that his legs were pushed wide only enhanced the feel of it. He looked down into Daniel's face and saw a glint of mischief, then felt the brush of a fingertip over his exposed sphincter, teasing the sensitive nerves. Jack groaned, wanting more. He adjusted his hips and thrust, lightly rubbing the length of his cock over Daniel's face.

"Take this into your mouth."

"Show me," Daniel breathed under the shaft, his lips now pink and bruised-looking with desire.

With a softer groan, Jack took hold of his cock and rubbed the cockhead over Daniel's lips. "Lick the head, get it wet."

Daniel started to get hard, and only by the tone of Jack's voice and the look in his eyes. Feral, wanton. He loved that look. Sliding his hands under his pillow, trapping them, Daniel proceeded to use his tongue; licking the salty skin with just the tip of his tongue, making his mouth water. He swirled over the hot, taut skin, licking along the cleft and around the ridge.

He lifted his head, opening his lips, and covered the slit and half the dome in a sucking kiss that made Jack moan.

"Take the head in your mouth," Jack asked as he grasped the top of the headboard and held on, using it for leverage as well as control.

Opening wider, Daniel took the head in his mouth, sliding his lips over it again and again as his tongue played with the slit.

"Yes," Jack whispered, his eyes shining at the warm pleasure that suffused his body. Daniel's tongue sent tingling sensations over his balls, his ass, through the end of his cock, and if Jack could only make himself keep still, he'd love this even more.

Jason pulled at his cock in lazy voyeurism as he watched his lovers act out the scene Daniel started. He kept his strokes slow, occasionally rubbing the head, staving off his need to come in favor of the roiling pleasure that moved throughout his body. Only when his lovers' bodies began to shine with sweat did he realize his own skin was damp with it. As he brought his other hand to his balls, Jason wondered what would bring him off; what his lovers would do to make him come.

He fought off the feeling inside him that made him want to fuck, to feel his cock buried inside a tight, hot channel, caressed by friction that would pull his balls tighter and tighter against his body until he came. He could wait for that, would wait for that. He would put off getting fucked again, not because his ass was a little tender from Jack's rough fuck earlier but because he wanted to keep that feeling fresh, too. Their time here was going to be damn good, and judging from Daniel's actions right now, it was going to be.

Daniel licked at the head of Jack's cock with deliberately slow flicks of his tongue, loving that he could make Jack's thighs tremble. Leaning in, he watched his lover twitch through each little sucking kiss over the head. Dropping back, he smiled, his eyes rarely leaving Jack's face except to look at the state he was creating.

Tightening his fists and curling his arms a little more, he raised his head and shoulders so that he could slide the tip of Jack's cock more efficiently in and out of his mouth. His sucking strength was normal, intending to make Jack beg him to suck harder, and he was rewarded when Jack let out a shuddering breath.

Daniel knowingly pulled back, letting Jack's cock drop from his mouth. "Something wrong?" he asked, pretending he'd done something wrong.

Jack's arms practically vibrated with the strain of holding onto the headboard. "No, no. Just...not so light. Suck harder."

Daniel took the head back in his mouth, but instead of sucking, hard or light, he used his teeth and gently dragged them over the sensitive surface. He couldn't help but smile around the hot, silky skin when Jack gnashed his teeth and hissed at the sharp pleasure. He knew what Jack wanted but was damned if he'd give it to him so soon. He pulled back, flicking his tongue over the slit.

"That what you meant?" he asked in an innocent tone.

"God," Jack said, staring into his eyes. "Please."

Opening his mouth around a smile, Daniel let Jack guide his cock back into him, licking around the underside and sucking just a little harder as he allowed Jack to fuck his mouth. His lover's hips rocked back and forth in a slow, maybe even gentle, rhythm, but it didn't fool Daniel. He could feel the tension in Jack's cock as it thickened even more from the stimulation of his mouth; the skin was reddish with blood, the skin taut and shiny from his spit and Jack's pre-come.

He tightened his fingers in the pillow and raised his head a little and moaned. Jack let out a harsh exhalation and moved a little faster and if Daniel could have smiled at that, he would have. Sucking harder, he felt the twitches under the skin, wondering how much longer he could do this before Jack would come.

Daniel's answer was Jack's sudden withdrawal as he moved his hips away from that tantalizing mouth. He closed his eyes against the sight of him, knowing that he could come just from the combination of watching and feeling.

"So that's what you wanted," Daniel said as he licked his lips. "Nice."

"Yes," Jack breathed, thinking over what was to happen next, but Daniel had already decided.

Keeping his eyes on Jack's, Daniel fumbled to his right where he'd last seen the bottle of gun oil. "I have an idea, Jack," he said with quiet intensity.

"What's that?" Jack asked eagerly.

Blindly squirting a liberal amount onto his cock, Daniel stroked the lube over his own rock hard cock. "Keep your hands on the headboard. I'd like to try something. It should work since you're a bit taller than me."

Jack cocked an eyebrow with lustful curiosity. "Okay," he said, holding on and waiting.

Daniel reached up toward Jack's ass, his oily fingers moving over the skin, sliding between the cleft, and rubbing over Jack's opening. Jack actually tensed, but out of surprise; Daniel probed him without entering, teasing him with more oil, massaging his balls and perineum. "Move back and line up, Jack," Daniel told him, his fingers still pressing but not entering his lover. He had a feeling that neither he nor Jack wanted him worked open.

Jack's eyes widened and he swallowed as he moved back carefully, stretched out as he held onto the headboard, his knees around Daniel's hips. Daniel was right; he could do this because his upper body was just a little taller than Daniel's, his arms' reach just a bit longer.

Their eyes locked, Daniel's breath came in heavy puffs as he lined his cock up and teased the opening. He squirted more oil from the bottle between Jack's buttocks, letting it run down the crack and over the hole. "Hold still," Daniel said breathlessly and pushed up only enough to work in the oil--again, without entering.

Jack groaned and started to close his eyes but Daniel's demanding voice stopped him.

"No, keep your eyes on mine. All the time." He pushed up again, making their bodies and the bed wet with oil as he applied oil once more between Jack's cleft.

Jack grit his teeth, rocking into Daniel's cock, feeling the hint of pressure, but Daniel wasn't entering him. It was driving him crazy and he loved it. "Daniel..."

"Does it feel good?" Daniel asked.

"You can see that it does," Jack told him, impatient and buzzed with need.

"Say the magic word," Daniel suddenly teased as he quickly bent his knees and placed the soles of his feet flat on the bed.

Jack's breath hitched. "Please."

Holding himself in place, Daniel pushed up slowly, gasping as the head of his cock slowly disappeared inside. The metal cock ring seemed to be tightening, though Daniel knew it was only his cock that was strained. The effect on his cock wasn't bad; on the contrary, the tight fit was nice; securing. He would stay hard after he came, and that would be damned handy if Jack didn't come until after he did.

Daniel dropped his hips down, pulling down, out. It was hard to do this slowly but he managed, considering the motivation. When he thrust up again, and again, he kept his strokes short but hard, plunging deeper each time. When his balls met Jack's, Daniel pushed against the inside of Jack's thighs, spreading him wider, before he tightened his fingers over the hipbones. It was difficult to hold him, but Jack soon got with the program, and obliging, Daniel was allowed to move freely. He rocked up in a slow, even rhythm, watching Jack's face turn from a grimace of pleasure to one of open-mouthed awe.

"You feel so fucking good," he told him, giving Jack a hard, short thrust.  Jack groaned loudly, circling his hips once as Daniel ground into him. The look in his eyes told Daniel that while their fucking was practically ordinary, the refusal to look away, making it forbidden, made it hot. Daniel would come soon, and god, he needed it; he needed to watch Jack come just as much.

"Talk to me," Jack managed between pants as Daniel began to thrust again, each upward contact hard and delicious. Fucking this way took more effort but the results were spectacular. It also helped that they hadn't fucked like this in a while.

"How?" Daniel asked, still pretending to stay in his role, though all three men had pretty much discarded it. It was difficult to maintain a character when you were getting fucked good and hard. The game was over; what they entertained now was yet another game, another short fantasy, and the ways they'd make each other come.

"Dirty," Jack told him. "Filthy, suggestive. Talk dirty to me."

"Is that what gets you off, Jack?" Daniel asked in a taunting tone, moving his hips harder. "You want to hear me say that I love fucking you? I do. Long and slow, or short and fast and hard. What else should I say? Would you rather I be dirtier, and tell you that you're a hot bitch who loves the feel of my cock screwing into you?"

"Yes," Jack replied unsteadily as Daniel hit the mark. The words, in Daniel's voice, brought him pleasure and he was never going to ask why. All that mattered was that shudders went through him and up his spine every time Daniel spoke.

"Good, so good," Daniel went on, words breathy and hitched as he held onto Jack and lifted his body off the bed, his feet used for leverage. "Love being fucked, don't you? Would love it anywhere, wouldn't you? In front of anyone. Would love to have them see me fill you, watch as my cock goes in," and he eased in slow, "and out," and pulled down. "You want them to see me fuck you stupid," and he slammed up, repeatedly.

"Yes," Jack breathed, "yes."

"Such a slutty little bitch," Daniel went on, his strokes getting harder, faster. "Begging me because you need this, want this, and will do anything for me to fuck you or you to fuck me. Wouldn't you, Jack?" Short, rapid strokes now, and Daniel knew his orgasm approached, knew Jack was close, too. He couldn't slow down or stop, and didn't want to; didn't dare. He fucked Jack as quick and hard as he could, eyes still on him, blinking away the stinging sweat that dripped onto his face.

Jack tried to reply but couldn't. His brain wasn't working anymore. He was on instinct now, feelings and emotions only. He was almost there...almost...and Daniel felt so goddamn good.

With a vicious burst of power, Daniel bared his teeth and thrust up like a demon, eyes wide open--the intensity of the pleasure was always a surprise. As he began to shoot, he let out one short yell after another, coming hard. Again. It was unreal. Jack gasped his name and came with him, his cock releasing shot after shot onto Daniel's chest and throat, and he dropped on top of him, kissing him, nuzzling him, rubbing his come into his lover's skin.

Jason choked off a moan when his balls tightened...and nothing else happened. He'd held himself back too damn long. Letting out an aggravated sigh, he loosened his fingers and gave his cock a slow, easy stroke, biting his lips as the pleasure turned acute.

"Jason," came Daniel's voice, and Jason looked up, finding Daniel disentangling himself from Jack and both of them crawling over to him. Daniel was still hard from the ring, but he ignored it as he moved between his legs, sliding two oiled fingers behind his balls. "Open for me."

Jason was glad; he was still sore, but he could take Daniel's fingers anytime. He lifted his knees, his left hand behind the left knee, bringing it to his chest, opening himself as Daniel commanded him. As his lover pushed his slick fingers inside, fucking him with precise, accurate thrusts, Jason felt Jack's hand at his balls, rubbing and massaging.

"Move your hand again, Jace," Jack asked, leaning over to bite at his ear while his hand left his balls and surrounded Jason's hand. "Jerk off for me. I love watching you touch yourself." He kissed him then, his tongue hard and possessive, and slowly pulled his hand away, feeling his lover's hand take over, pumping with insistent need.

As he moved with increasing speed, Jason's breathing became labored and hitched. Daniel built up the rhythm of his fingers, feeling a warm pleasure as Jason responded with a tight groan. "God, yes, Jace, that's it. Give in to it," Daniel urged, his voice seductive but urgent, plunging his fingers deep and rubbing the sensitive gland.

"Yes, Jason, yes," Jack encouraged. "Come for me, let me see you come."

"God," Jason panted, rocking his hips faster in time with Daniel's fingers, in time with their suggestive, goading words. Then Daniel leaned in and pressed his tongue hard under Jason's balls, rubbing that one sensitive spot, and Jason let go with a loud desperate cry, throwing his head back, his body going rigid. Daniel rubbed harder with both his tongue and his fingers while Jack spurred them both on with lewd, taunting phrases. Jason came, shooting thickly over his belly and chest, coming for a year.

"Jesus Christ," he panted heavily, vaguely aware of Jack cleaning him with his tongue.

"Was it good?" Daniel asked smugly as he smoothed Jason's legs down and crawled over him. Jack chuckled when Daniel's answer was Jason's mouth on his before he knew what hit him.

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