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SQUEEEEEEEAK!!

Jason was right in the middle of a warm, wet, fully engrossing, completely arousing kiss when he heard that noise. He sputtered, laughing and coughing in surprise, as water sloshed up the sides of the wide, oval tub. "Jack, what the fuck was that?"

Squeeeak!

"Gimme that!" and Jason fished it out of Jack's grasp after a nice and neat, and strangely erotic, search and retrieval mission.

It was a yellow rubber duck. A rather large duck, as big as Jack's hand. Jason laughed uproariously. "Where the fuck did you get this?"

Grinning like an idiot, Jack took the duck back and...

Squeeeeeak!

"Jack, where'd you get it?"

Jack shook his head, refusing to tell, followed by a negative-sounding long squeeeeeeeeeeak!

Jason started laughing again. "Ohhhh-kay. We're squeaking tonight, is that it?"

Squeeeak!

"Uh huh. Okay, so what'd you do? Raid the hotel gift shop?"

Jack grinned.

"You couldn't resist, could you?"

Squeeak! A happy sounding squeak.

More laughter from Jason. He stared hard into Jack's eyes. "You know you can't do that all night, right?"

Squeak.

"You know you'll be in trouble, right?"

Tiny, short squeak.

"Uh huh," and Jason sniggered. The squeak had actually managed to sound petrified. "We have to get out of here soon."

Negative squeak.

"Jack...I think you know what'll happen if we get over to Daniel's late, right?"

Another negative squeak.

"He will skin you alive."

Squeak?

It actually sounded like a question. How did Jack do that?

"No, he won't skin me. He loves me."

Jack amazingly made the rubber duck sound like it was chuckling, which sent Jason into an actual giggling fit.

"Okay, maybe he'd kill me, too. Of course, we were not exactly in sober shape, so we could probably lay blame there. But we're only a quarter of a mile away from his house. We can't say we got stuck in the snow."

Jack started squeaking the duck as if it were carrying on a conversation...or signalling in morse code.

"Would you gimme that thing!" Jason demanded, diving for the duck again but Jack went into submarine mode. Jason didn't hesitate. He went after it. A barrage of bubbles suddenly went to the surface, making it sound for all the world like the world's biggest tub fart and Jason lost it completely, shoving Jack against the wall-side of the tub as he stood up, howling with laughter, and stepped out of the tub. Jack put on a pout face and brought out the duck.

Squeeeeak?

"Forget it, Jack. That duck fart meant that it was time for me to get the hell out of the water before you start sending in torpedoes."

Jack pointed to his groin and held up a very impressive torpedo.

"Nice, Jack, but I expected a little more action with the opening volley, located somewhere in the vicinity of your mouth, but you put a stop to that. So that means your tubes are empty," and he gave out a long-suffering sigh.

SQUEEEEEAK!!!!!!!

Jack scrambled to his feet, sending water splashing over the side. Jason snatched one of the big bath sheets and escaped out of the bathroom. He just made it into the bedroom before Jack tackled him to the floor. They landed with a decided Ooomph! on the thankfully heavily carpeted floor and Jack wrapped his arms about Jason and let him feel, through the towel, just how 'filled' his main tube really was.

"Ohhhh, I guess you're still primed."

Squeak!

Jack followed it with a growl and kissed Jason so deep and hard that Jason almost forgot about the duck before they broke apart, gasping.

"Mmmmmm..." Jason reconsidered, breathing hard. "Nice. Got your safety ranges set to zero?" he asked, continuing the sub talk.

Jack smiled.

Jason tightened his grip on Jack's ass. "Have you plotted a solution yet?"

Jack squeezed Jason's right buttock in return just as the duck went, SQUEEEEEEEEAK!

Jason narrowed his eyes threateningly. "I'm thinking of sending out counter-measures."

Jack frowned and the duck made an equally appropriate squeak.

"I'll reconsider if you give me that goddamned duck."

Jack thought about it.

And thought about it.

Jason's right eyebrow arched. "You're thinking too long, which means you're still not giving up that stupid duck. So...counter-measures away," and he pushed off quickly, getting to his feet and spiriting through the door before Jack could stop him.

SQEEEEEEEEEEEAK!!!!

"Keep doing that and the outer doors will remain clos--"

Jason's threat was interrupted as he was tackled again, landing face down on the carpet in the middle of the hallway. Jack laid over him, his hands reaching for Jason's to pin him down. He realized that he was either going to continue holding the duck or grasp Jason's right hand.

"Jack," Jason managed, laughing as the duck tumbled to the carpet in front of his face, its black eyes staring aimlessly. "I see you've given up on your alter ego."

For that, he was bitten at the curve of his shoulder. Jason's eyes half-lidded at the feel of Jack's teeth and he angled his head to invite more. Jack latched on, half-sucking, half-biting, and thrust his hips, his cock nestling just between Jason's buttocks with the head brushing against his balls.

"Ah, still no sound?" Jason asked, his words filled with heavy gasping. Jack answered by pressing his knees between Jason's thighs, forcing them apart. Jason's eyes widened as his stomach flipped in pleased surprise, increasing his lust. "Here?" he asked, grunting as Jack thrust against his ass, the blunt head of his erection nudging and teasing his hole. "God," he said breathlessly. Though the carpet was normally soft and plush, it was coarse and almost harsh against the skin of his cock as it was rubbed into the fibers. He found it startlingly hot.

Jack's body, heavy and demanding, didn't let up. He rubbed and thrust until the head of his cock began its breach and Jason's reaction was to open his legs even more. He wanted to tease further, but he also wanted Jack to take over, to brand him against the carpet.

Just as Jack's hip action began to make a better invasion, the phone rang, startling them, interrupting the moment.

Jason started to push up but Jack held him still.

"Jack."

Jack remained silent and thrust harder. The head of his cock was nearly inside now.

"It's probably Daniel," Jason gasped. Sure enough, the recorder picked up, and a beep was hit long before the recorder had a chance to play the greeting.

"Jace, Jack, pick up...c'mon, I know you're there. Pick up the damn phone."

Jack pulled back with an extremely frustrated growl. If the man didn't get with the program, Jack was going to have to tie him down somewhere. An evil thought came to mind as he padded after Jason into the kitchen.

Jason looked over his shoulder as he grabbed the phone off the hook. "Hello?" he answered, his eyes still on Jack. Jack stalked into the kitchen, approaching him like a dangerous animal.

"Jace?"

Jason cleared his throat and looked away, knowing he'd be unable to speak if he didn't. Jack pressed up against his backside, his arms going round him, nearly crushing. Jason closed his eyes as Jack rubbed his cock against his ass. "Hey, Daniel," he said, hoping he didn't sound too breathless with lust.

On the other end, Daniel paused. "Okay, what's goin' on?"

"Nothing. We just got done in the bath."

"Ah huh. And?"

"Nothing. We're getting ready to get dressed and--"

Jason suddenly inhaled a long gasp as Jack passed a hand over his ass...and slipped a finger inside him.

"Jace?"

"Nothing," Jason answered in a whisper.

Daniel sighed, the sound strangely possessive. "Don't you two ever give it a rest?"

"Um...right now, ask Jack that," Jason replied, trying to push Jack's hands and body away - unsuccessfully.

"Put him on the phone."

Jason handed the phone over his shoulder. "Here, he wants to grouse at you."

Squeeeak.

"Oh brother." Jason leaned his forehead against the wall, making a growling sound and promptly grabbed Jack's wrist and jerked hard, forcing the finger inside of him to withdraw rather abruptly. Jason didn't care. If Jack didn't quit with the duck, there would be no further missions on his ass or anywhere else. He slowly brought the phone back to his own ear. "Daniel?"

"Yeah?"

"I think Jack's gone. In his place is a rather disturbing---"

Jack grabbed the phone, but Jason held onto it so they could both hear. Jack then sent Jason an erotic, and very dangerous, glare. Squeeeak! went the duck as he pressed it into the receiver.

"Hey, Jack."

Jack frowned and Jason started laughing. "Serves you right," he said, smiling smugly. The duck then made a very rude-sounding squeak.

"Jack, stop screwing around and get yours and Jason's asses over here."

Squeeak, squeeeeak, squeeeak...

"Jace, has he been like that all evening?"

"No, just the last half hour or so. I've yet to succeed in kidnapping the duck."

Jack rubbed his cock against Jason's thigh, reminding him why he hadn't been able to take the duck away, but Jason pushed him away, glaring as he silently tried to grab the duck. Jack only pulled it from his reach.

"Jack? I'll expect you in an hour or I'm coming over there to fetch you."

"He says he expects us in an hour or he's coming to fetch us." Daniel hung up then and Jason could hear him laughing. "He's laughing. And he will, you know," as Jack took the phone from him and hung it up.

Jason looked down at the damned thing in Jack's other hand and when he reached for it, Jack didn't stop him. He started to take it from him but Jack held on. "We have to go get dressed," he sighed, disappointed. He'd wanted that bit of action in the hallway to continue, despite their promise to meet Daniel. It probably would've been a lot...safer...had Jack not been in D.C. for the last four days. Jason had missed him.

Squee-eak.

"Jack..."

Negative squeeak.

"Jack...do you always have to live so dangerously?"

"Well...yes," Jack finally spoke, smiling seductively as he pulled Jason against him, his tongue seeking out Jason's for its own search and retrieval mission. The thing was, Jack missed Jason, just as he missed Daniel, and right now was as good a time as any to remind him. The bath was one way, and yes, he'd needed to chill out and relax, but now, he was ready for more. Moving forward, he maneuvered Jason against the outer kitchen wall, forcing his lover to forget everything else but the touches he was receiving.

"Jack," Jason broke off, lifting his head despite himself to give Jack access to his throat. "We...we have to g--"

"Not yet," and Jack took care of any argument by sealing his mouth to Jason's. Pushing him along the wall, out of the kitchen and down the hall, Jack 'escorted' Jason back to the bedroom, and along the way, the duck was dropped in the middle of the hall.

~

Thirty minutes later...

Jason was quite sure Jack was trying to kill him. They had thirty minutes left to get to Daniel's and Jack wouldn't let him come. He knelt between Jason's legs, caressing his thighs and grinning his head off. He'd just given him one hell of a blow job but the problem was, he wouldn't finish him.

"Jack, if you don't want to get me off, I'll do it myself and jerk off right now." He made his point by spreading his legs and wrapping his fingers around his cock in a tight fist. When Jack leered, daring him, Jason cupped his balls and began pumping his cock. He knew Jack liked to watch, and normally, he'd indulge him, taking his time, drawing it out. But...it was far past the time for teasing. He was painfully hard and needing release. Jack's smouldering gaze was a warning but Jason didn't care, continuing, twisting his palm and gasping in reaction to the spike of pleasure. "If you don't do something," he breathed, "I'm coming this way."

Jack made a noise deep in his throat and grabbed Jason's hand, stilling his movement, but Jason thrust upward, attempting to fuck both their hands. Jack squeezed, preventing any slip of friction and forced a rather loud protest.  "Jack, dammit," Jason growled in warning. Jack bent down, hovering directly over his lover's cock, his mouth temptingly close. He stuck his tongue out, pretending to lick at the head of Jason's cock, but he didn't touch. Jason groaned and thrust upward, but suddenly froze when Jack breathed on him. He was about to send out a protest when Jack licked at the head, consuming the pre-come leaking down one side. His fingers abandoned his erection to card through Jack's hair, and when Jack smiled and took him into his mouth, his eyes rolled back into his head.

.

It had only been thirty-five minutes but Daniel had run out of patience. Opening the door with his own set of keys, he entered Jack's house. He was about to call out when he spied the rubber duck on the hallway floor. Further down the hallway, a blue bathsheet. If those two were playing some sort of game with him...

He didn't call out, deciding that if his lovers were indeed playing a joke on him, they'd get it back in spades. Dropping his coat on the back of the couch, he moved over and cautiously picked up the duck, expecting them to jump out at him at any moment. When nothing happened, he moved further down the hall, picked up the towel, and it was then that he caught the urgent moaning. A slow smile crept across his face. Jason couldn't wait, could he? Or perhaps it was Jack who couldn't wait?

More than likely, it was both of them.

Moving forward, he stared through the half-open door and a bolt of lust stole the blood from his brain, sending it south.  He heard air coming from the duck as his fist tightened. Thankfully, it had made no sound. Setting it on the floor, thanking the Fates that he hadn't ruined his entrance, he tossed off his shirt as Jack made Jason moan louder.

Daniel's cock twitched in reaction, and his pants were next, dropped to the floor next to his shirt. His briefs joined them, then Daniel took a stance, braced his left hand on the overhead frame of the door, took his cock in hand, stroked slowly, rubbing the head, then kneed the door open.

From Daniel's perspective, they lay to the left of the door. He would only be visible if Jason looked to his right, Jack to his left. But they were too engrossed to look.

Lying on his back, Jack lay between Jason's legs, his mouth firmly moving up and down over Jason's cock while his fingers, two of them, thrust inside his body. Jason's fingers, meanwhile, viciously clamped the bed sheet, knuckles and leg muscles white with strain. His skin was wet with sweat, the drops glistening before they rolled off his body and disappeared. Some pooled, however, at the hollow of his throat. It meant that Jack had been at him a while, blissfully torturing him. Daniel smiled, figuring that that was a good enough reason to be late.

Jason tried to thrust, to push his hips off the bed, to fuck Jack's mouth, but Jack wasn't allowing it. "Jack, please," he begged.

Daniel loved watching them. They were so hot. He pulled at his cock and braced his feet on either side of the door frame, using it for leverage as he thrust his hips through his fist. His eyes remained riveted, never looking away, while he increased the pressure and speed. He felt his sphincter muscle spasm as his body begged to receive what Jason did. His lover grunted with pleasure when Jack slid another finger inside him, fucking him with quick, short jabs as he sucked harder.

The noises from both his lovers drove Daniel crazy, and he knew he would come soon. He didn't want to. He wanted one of them to get off first.

Jason suddenly pushed Jack's fingers and mouth from him and backed away. "Enough."

"Why?" Jack teased, bending to kiss and bite Jason's abdomen even as he moved upward.

"Fuck me," he growled, making it sound like an order as he turned over, kneeling and bending forward to grasp the headboard.

Jack grinned and with no hesitation, knelt between his knees, grabbed his hips and plunged his cock inside, groaning loudly as Jason let out several sharp gasps.

"Jack, yes," Jason encouraged.

Daniel said it too, silently, amazed that his lovers hadn't noticed him yet. Even if they had, they got off on his watching and sometimes liked to pretend that they didn't know he was there.

Jack suddenly jerked Jason's hips back and began to rock them, grinding in rapid circles, knowing exactly what they both wanted, needed, and demanded from the other.

Jason tightened his fingers on the headboard and spread his knees wider. "That's it, Jack. Screw me, screw me hard."

Jack obliged and they were soon breathing hard, nearing release.

"Make me come," Jason mumbled, his words running together as he chanted them over and over.

"God, yes," Jack replied, his body straining toward release. "Gonna come soon."

"Yes, now, Jack."

"Yes, now, Jack," Daniel repeated quietly, knowing it was time as his fist moved as rapidly as they were.

Jason wasn't too surprised as he looked over his shoulder as saw the quick motions of his hand. It was what did it for him. "God, Daniel," he breathed, then suddenly closed his eyes, dropped his head down, and came hard, his harsh grunts filling the room.

"Come for me, Jack," Daniel gasped as he stilled his hips and pumped faster.

Jack finally looked over his shoulder, growled at the sight, and slammed into Jason's ass, his orgasm blinding him to everything around him.

Daniel's fingers squeezed the frame of the door and he suddenly dropped to his knees, his body jerking as he shot his seed over the carpet. It was exquisite.

"Daniel," Jason said softly.

Recovered enough, Jack looked over his shoulder once more and saw Daniel slumped against the door frame, beautifully nude and sated...for the moment. He grinned and slowly pushed off the bed. He pulled Daniel up, giving him a kiss, then guided him to the bed, inserting him between himself and Jason.

"Liked that?" he asked.

Daniel smiled. His lovers would never cease to surprise him. But..."Now what?"

"Now, we lie here for a little bit, then go over to your house and have that dinner," Jason told him.

"Shit, it's gonna get cold," Daniel growled. He looked at Jason. "Who started all this, anyway?" Jason pointed at Jack. Daniel glared. "You couldn't wait?"

"Um...no," Jack replied, looking almost guilty but sending a threatening look Jason's way. "Complaining?"

"Not about that splendid fuck, Jack, but that duck's got to go."

"Tell you what," Daniel offered. "How about a game."

"What sort of game?" they both asked.

"A circle jerk."

Jack laughed and Jason looked at him in surprise. "A circle jerk?" Jason asked. "What brought that on?"

"Well, it's actually a three-way jerk-off. I was reading about sex games. We have our role play, you know, and I was looking for ideas. Came across these games."

Jack and Jason exchanged interested glances. "Go on," Jason told him.

"Okay, it goes like this," he began. "Oh, and by the way, this game could definitely work in the hot tub you installed, Jace."

"Only we'll leave the duck out of it," Jason warned Jack, who only grinned fiendishly at him.

"So...go on," Jack prompted.

"All of us kneel. I take your cock, you take Jason's, Jason takes mine, depending on how we're kneeling and where our right hands are. We stroke each other and whoever comes first, wins."

"Anything goes?" Jack asked.

"Like?" both Daniel and Jason asked.

"Can we make filthy suggestions?"

"Anything we want," Daniel answered, feeling a heat slowly coiling in his belly. "But our hands never leave each other's dicks, or the game is forfeit."

Jack liked the sound of this game and judging by Jason's expression, so did he. He snuggled into Daniel's backside. "So...what's the winner get?"

"Besides the obvious," Jason said drily.

Daniel thought about it for a moment, then grinned wickedly. "Whoever wins gets to keep that duck."

~ end ~

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