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Daniel walked into his foyer, tired and on edge. After dropping his satchel on the bureau by the door, he made his way to the kitchen and spotted the note on the table. Jason's handwriting. On top was a key with a worn and faded red plastic tag that read, The Runway Motel -- Rm 15.

Daniel vaguely recalled where that was--over by the airstrip, and a place that rented rooms by the hour. He grinned, wondering what Jason was up to.

They'd had a hard couple of weeks battling the Goa'uld, hardly seeing each other with enough time to say hello, so he was thrilled that Jason wasn't too tired to think of something, but the Runway Motel?

Picking it up, Daniel read the note... then read it again.

"Daniel,

Don't shower, don't shave. Change into something comfortable,
then take the key and meet me.

Don't think, Daniel. Just come to me.

Jason"

Just come to me. Daniel didn't need to be told twice. He missed Jason, and the thought of having Jason's hands on him, kissing him, feeling him... Daniel changed into jeans and t-shirt with unthinking speed and left for the motel.

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It should've been called the Rundown, not Runway. It certainly lived up to that. Faded eggshell white with brown trim and doors; dingy. There were outdoor walkways, sort of, that pretty much blended with the parking spaces in front of the rooms' doors. Daniel drove slowly around the premises to the section of the building that kept Room 15. Parking next to Jason's familiar truck, he got out and went to the door only a few feet away. Sliding his key in, he went inside.

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Jason stood at the makeshift bar--one he'd thought to bring himself, along with the glasses. At least the motel provided ice. Dropping some into a glass, he felt nervous as hell and couldn't figure out why.

The moment Daniel walked in, however, Jason couldn't be bothered with nervousness or alcohol. Every thought evaporated as he turned and looked. Daniel was standing stock-still, staring at him, dressed in that worn white t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off. He swallowed.

Daniel shut the door behind him and threw his keys absently on the nearby table. He took in the torn jeans and black muscle tee Jason was wearing and all he wanted to do at that moment was to look.

"Hey," Jason greeted softly.

"Hey."

Moment over, he strode across the room in a fraction of a second. Jason met him halfway, arms quickly surrounding him in a hug forgotten by his mouth seeking his own. Tongues met and clashed, then slowed down enough to taste and reacquaint. Daniel moaned at the missed feeling, and moaned again when Jason's hands slid over his back and down to his ass, clutching and pulling up, yanking him in for a quick grind.

Daniel grinned around the kiss and broke away just enough to breathe, "That's one hell of a nice hello."

"God, I fucking missed you," Jason whispered before he kissed him again, deeply, groaning as Daniel returned the grab on his ass.

"Think we'll make it to the bed?" Jason asked, breaking off to bite at Daniel's throat while his hands went everywhere; digging inside his waistband, pulling up his shirt to caress his skin; a thumb doing a quick, hard circle of his left nipple.

Daniel couldn't help but grin as he walked backward and tumbled them to the bed, returning the smile that Jason gave him as he gazed down at him. Daniel slid further onto the bed, onto his back, and wrapped his legs around his hips. He looked admiringly over Jason's face, his upper body, as his fingers threaded through the thick black hair.

Jason made a purring sound, closing his eyes, and Daniel loved it when he did that. He pulled him down, kissing him again, letting his hands roam to re-familiarize himself with long-missed territory.

Jason moaned in response, bucking his hips, grinding against him. Breaking off again, Daniel panted and laughed, returning the kiss with shorter, passionate ones designed to show his affection and desire. When he moved his hands down Jason's broad back and slid over the round curve of his ass, he couldn't help but clutch and squeeze.

"You feel so good," he told him, nuzzling his face.

"So do you," Jason replied, inhaling over his shoulder. "Smell good, too. But..." He pushed off, untangling himself from Daniel to stand next to the bed.

"But?" Daniel asked as he sat up, feet on the floor, grabbing for Jason's jeans.

"But we need to be naked," Jason told him as he pulled off his t-shirt.

"I'm with you," Daniel replied, pulling Jason to him, nuzzling and licking at his navel ring while his fingers deftly opened his jeans.

Jason couldn't help but twitch, forcing himself to peel away from Daniel's mouth so he could shuck off his pants. Daniel smiled coyly at him as his clothes came off, tossing them to the floor next to his own, and once naked, he leaned forward, grabbed Jason about the waist, and pulled them back on the bed.

Jason found himself on his back this time and Daniel rubbed over him, bringing their cocks together. He arched back, bucking up to meet him, closing his eyes. "God, I really missed you."

"You said that," Daniel teased as he rested his forearms next to Jason's head.

Jason opened his eyes, finding that mesmerizing blue staring down at him as Daniel began a familiar, rhythmic body thrust. "God," he moaned, "it's not like I can help it." He couldn't help the continuous moaning either as he immersed himself in Daniel's touch. After a few minutes, however, Jason had to put a stop to it, stilling Daniel's hips with his hands. "You'll make me come this way."

"Is that bad?" Daniel asked, trying a thrust and reveling in his success.

"Daniel," Jason growled in a scold before surprising his lover by rolling them over. "I've other plans," he told him through a kiss.

"That the reason for the note?"

Jason gave him a mischievous smirk. "You like my ideas, don't say you don't."

"Do you hear me complaining?" Daniel answered, kissing him.

"Nope. Just letting you know that there is a plan involved here."

"That so?" Daniel laughed as he managed another grind, making Jason growl at him. "So what's on the menu then?"

Jason glanced at the old battered clock on the wall. "Well, I'd love to do more, but we're running out of time."

Daniel grinned wickedly at him. "Jason... where's Jack? What note did you leave him?"

"You'll see," Jason answered as he reached over the side of the bed and brought out something hidden between the mattresses. Two large hunting knives.

Daniel's eyes widened before they narrowed with pleased suspicion. "If memory serves, we're not hunting wild boar or elk."

"No, but you and I are the bait... kind of," Jason answered, hovering over Daniel's body, inhaling deeply over his chest.

"Bait, huh? What're we catching?"

"Alpha Jack."

Daniel made a throaty growl. "He's been that for a few days."

"He's always that."

"More so now than usual."

Jason smiled over Daniel's chin, nipping. "Good. Perfect timing for him then."

"And the knives?"

"Props."

"Props? That all? I seem to recall a lover of mine liking to play with knives. Some sort of kink."

"Definitely have that kink," Jason told him as he took the knives in both hands, blades inward, and stared down into Daniel's aroused face. "Don't move."

"Wouldn't dream," Daniel automatically said just as Jason plunged both knives into the mattress a foot past Daniel's head and right in front of the small pillows.

"Um, I think you've just paid for a new mattress, Jason."

"Not a problem," Jason replied, keeping a tight grip on the knife hilts as he stared down at his lover, watching him, reading him. He could feel the tiny bit of mental connection they shared, could feel the emotion, the lust. "Reach up with your right hand. There's lube under the pillow."

"You haven't told me about Jack."

"Get the lube, Daniel," Jason asked, his voice suddenly quiet but intense.

Daniel could sense the lust in his lover and without a word, he reached blindly above him and found the lube. "And what have you planned?"

"I'm going to fuck you," Jason replied, his eyes half-closing as Daniel squeezed a liberal amount of lube onto his hand.

"No foreplay?"

"Later. Consider this foreplay of a sort."

"Then get out of the way."

"I'm not moving away," Jason said as he pushed up on his hands and knees, giving Daniel just enough room.

Daniel made a strange growling noise that made Jason smile, then proceeded to spread the lube over his own asshole, two fingers pushing inside as Jason watched. He groaned as he fucked himself, readied himself, and loved the sound of his lover's breathing as he made him wait; made him watch. When he applied the lube to Jason's cock, he smiled widely at the sharp hiss and groan.

"You're so ready for this, aren't you?" he asked, getting a blazing look as his answer. God, he loved that look. There was no need for Jason to tell him what to do next, either. Daniel raised his knees and spread himself open, guiding Jason's cock to his entrance, hitching a breath that matched Jason's when the cockhead stimulated his puckered hole.

"Grab my hair with your hands and keep your eyes on mine," Jason rasped quickly. "Don't look away."

Unable to speak from the amount of lust Jason drew from him, Daniel wiped his hand free of lube, but decided to take the long way to Jason's request. He slid both hands over the backs of Jason's thighs, up over his ass, one finger sliding teasingly between the cleft to rub at his lover's opening. Jason's buttocks clenched in reaction, just as Daniel knew they would.

"Bastard," Jason breathed.

"I'm getting there."

"Not a complaint," Jason replied as Daniel's hands moved from his ass to his waist, fingers spread as they caressed his abdomen and up over his chest, tweaking and twisting his nipples before moving on up the sides of his neck and into his thick hair. "Jesus, so not complaining." That quick body caress had his nerves singing.

"Liked that?" Daniel asked as he curled his fingers and held Jason's hair in his loose fists.

"Yes."

"This?" he asked as he dropped his heels to Jason's ass and lifted up, unable to keep his eyelids from fluttering as Jason's cock pushed inside. "God, Jason, I missed you," he managed, arching back, eyes half-shut as he looked up from that angle.

"Fucking sexy when you do that," Jason told him just as he slowly pulled back, then thrust home hard.

"Fuck, yes, Jason," Daniel told him as the shuddering began.

"We both like a slow build up but not this time," Jason told him, giving two more slow strokes before abruptly speeding up and slamming his hips against Daniel's ass.

"Oh fuck yes," Daniel told him, tightening his fingers as Jason rode him hard and fast, using the knives for leverage.

They watched each other, their eyes never looking away, their breathing rapid, their skin slick with sweat and lust.

The only interruption was the sound of a diesel truck coming to a stop nearby and Jason gasped with excitement.

"Sounds like Jack's here," Daniel panted.

"Daniel, listen to me," Jason said, the tone getting his attention.

"Okay, listening."

"Imagine that, right now, Jack isn't our lover."

Going with it, eyes wide with surprise, Daniel licked his lips. "Okay."

"And imagine that instead of finding out about us by a kiss, he finds out by following you to this motel and listening outside the door. You'd begged off a dinner invite, telling him you were going home, but when he saw you weren't, he followed you. He hears what's going on, hears your responses to me fucking you, and barges in. I didn't tell him what to do after that but I'm sure he'll think of something."

"Shit," Daniel breathed, eyeing the door.

"No, look at me," Jason reminded him. "He has to hear us, remember? Right now, he's reading. We have to get a little noisier and talkative."

Daniel let out half a laugh. "Not a problem."

"No," Jason breathed through a twist of his hips. Daniel's panting became harsh and noisy, emitting small gasps between pants. The audible sound of a truck door opening and slamming shut reached them through the open window. Daniel lifted up sharply at that point, slamming into him. "Oh fuck, that's it, Daniel. That's it."

"He's going to find us, Jason."

"Yes. Find me fucking you, hearing you tell me how much you like this."

"Oh god, yes," Daniel told him. "Feels so fucking good, Jason. Fuck me, god, fuck me."

At that moment, Jack walked inside.

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Jack stood at his kitchen table, reading the note that had Read First in Jason's handwriting.

"Jack,

I know you'd like nothing better than lounge about and relax,
but save that for later. Trust me."

Jack snorted as a mischievous grin slowly spread. As if Jason needed to say that, he thought.

"In an hour or so, go to The Runway Motel, room 15. The door will be left open. When you get there, park, then read the note that says Read Second, Your Instructions."

Jack was very much in the mood for this, regardless of how tired he felt. He needed to see Jason, feel him, kiss him, touch him. He and Daniel had managed to sneak a few fumbles here and there, but every time he'd seen Jason, it had been distant, even if it had been necessary.

After taking a shower, purposely keeping his hand off his cock--even through the cursory clean-up, Jack changed into his jeans and t-shirt, downed a few beers, went through his mail, then grabbed the second note and left the house, unable to wait.

He found the motel easily enough, and parking next to Daniel's Jeep, he shut off the engine and opened the second note.

"Up for a little role play?

If so, then imagine the following:

We've never been lovers. Nor you and Daniel.
The friendship's on track, but you've yet to do anything about your feelings."

Jack paused as he took off his coat, trying to imagine such a thing wasn't that difficult. He remembered that day at the restaurant very well, and also remembered seeing Daniel and Jason kiss--and getting hard from it.

"Daniel tells you he's not up for the dinner you invited him to,
that he's tired and just wants to get home and crash.
But as you follow him from the mountain, you find he's gone in the opposite
direction to his house, so you decide to follow him.
You get out and go to the door he's parked in front of,
and you hear him... he's having gay sex and loving it.
What would you feel? Jealousy? The feeling of being left out?

Jack swallowed at the last words.

"Act on it, Jack. Come inside and take advantage."

Jack got out of the truck in a shot, locking it up by habit even as he made his way to the door, pressing his ear against it to listen. A heat spread through him like lightning as the sound of flesh hitting flesh met his ears. Then Daniel's voice.

"Feels so fucking good, Jason. Fuck me, god, fuck me."

It was all he needed to hear and he turned the knob and stepped inside. Shutting the door, Jack froze, staring, his cock growing harder at the sight of Daniel on his back, legs wrapped around Jason... with Jason's cock inside ass... moving...

Fucking.

They were fucking.

"Isn't this a pretty sight," he said in a hushed whisper, even knowing Jason might have expected him to say something else. But that note... all bets were off where Jason's expectations were concerned. And from the look on Daniel's face, he didn't care that he'd been caught. He kept his ankles crossed at the small of Jason's back and pulled a bit, making Jason thrust without thinking. Jack had to resist the knowing smile.

His eyes finally rested on Jason's as the man turned his head and slowly pushed up to rest on his knees... with his hips still moving. Jesus. The sight of him had Jack putting a momentary halt to the planned role play.

He moved across the short distance to the bed and knelt, grabbing Jason's shoulders and pulling him up to a kneeling position, loving how both he and Daniel gasped. Taking hold of the back of his neck, he growled, "Time Out for a much needed hello," then kissed Jason deeply, sliding his free hand across his lover's sweaty chest, rubbing a nipple. He smiled into the kiss when Jason moaned and thrust, making Daniel do the same.

Pulling back, he peered into his eyes. "I missed you." He couldn't help the smug grin when Jason couldn't answer him. He kissed him again, quickly, then let go and bent down to hover over Daniel, who took hold of his head and pulled him into a kiss. Jack broke off, inhaled deeply, and stepped away, backing up to the door. "End of Time Out, but you two need to know that there's not going to be much foreplay."

"No problem," Jason breathed, hands roaming over Daniel's stomach as he stared down at him. His lips were burning from Jack's kiss and Daniel's lips were as red as his own must be. Jack hadn't shaved. God.

"Isn't this an interesting find," Jack said behind him, making him jump a little. Jason started to withdraw, surprising Daniel, but Jack landed a hard slap on his ass that made him thrust.

"Don't you dare pull out, Coburn. I'm not going to stop you."

"Daniel, looks like we're busted," Jason started, and thrust when Daniel pulled him in.

"Looks like," Daniel hissed, his eyes a devious-looking blue.

Listening to Jack undress, Jason couldn't help the snark. "What are you going to do, Jack? Watch?" He felt another pull from Daniel and gave into it, establishing a slower rhythm.

"For a minute," Jack answered as he threw his jacket on the back of a chair and toed off his shoes. "I thought you were tired, Daniel," he said casually, unbuttoning his shirt quickly and laying it over his jacket, grinning when two faces looked in his direction. "I'd like to know how long this has been going on, but at the moment, I don't really care." His trousers were next, then his briefs. He spied the lube and grabbed it.

Jason turned back to Daniel and his lover closed his eyes and said, "Oh shit," making Jason laugh softly. Opening his eyes, Daniel managed. "I didn't think telling you that I was meeting Jason was a good idea."

"Don't apologize, Daniel. I get it. Trust me."

Jason swallowed, just feeling Jack's eyes on his ass. "Shit," he whispered.

"I'm not apologizing, Jack," Daniel answered, reaching up to caress Jason's face, his mouth. "I'll never apologize for wanting him."

Jason closed his eyes and bit the palm of Daniel's hand. "Jesus, Daniel."

"Never apologize," Daniel grinned mischievously as he watched Jack eye Jason's ass as he slowly stroked himself with the lube he'd retrieved from the floor. God, that was hot. "I think he's going to fuck you, Jason, and I don't think he's going to wait till we're done."

"Not a chance in hell," Jack answered, staring at him, grinning when Jason jerked from the touch of his cool, lubed hand on his hip. "Whoa, easy there, big fella."

Jason let out a laugh, looking over his shoulder enough to see Jack just as he got onto the bed. "What am I, a horse?"

"Oh yeah. Pretty stallion fucking another pretty stallion," Jack answered as he spooned up behind him, one arm wrapping around Jason while the finger of his other hand slid down the crack of Jason's ass and rubbed his hole.

"Oh shit," Jason groaned, hands flailing out to be caught by Daniel's.

"Is he doing what I think?" Daniel asked, knowing he didn't need to ask but sometimes, both he and Jason could come just from Jack doing that.

"Jesusyes," Jason whispered, head dropping back, eyes closing as Jack's fingers entered him.

"Nice," Jack said, passing his hand down Jason's abdomen to find Daniel's cock.

"Oh fuck, Jack!" Daniel said, arching and shuddering from the touch. Pre-come spilled and Jack rubbed his thumb into it.

"Nice, too," Jack whispered, licking and dragging his teeth over Jason's neck while his right hand busily rubbed circles around his lover's entrance.

"Jack," Jason gasped, turning his head to the side, and grabbing his lover by the back of the head, he pulled him into a heated kiss, amazed at how close he was just from this. "I'm gonna... god."

Daniel grabbed Jason's free arm and yanked him from the kiss, down on top of him, over Jack's stroking hand. "Don't you dare. I want to see you come when he fucks you."

Jason squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head, trying to hold back but when Daniel spoke that way... "Shut up, dammit!"

"Goddamn, you two," Jack murmured, looking down at them as he slowly pushed inside Jason's ass. "Jason, I'm not gonna ask about those knives in the bed, but they look like you'll need them, so grab them and don't move. And if you squeeze me, I'm going to kill you."

"Shit," Jason started to laugh as he grabbed the knife hilts, knowing a laugh would push and squeeze, exactly what Jack didn't want him to do, so Daniel wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him into a rough, deep kiss.

Jack loved watching them, and just as Jason's note told him to, he took advantage of it. Taking his hand off Daniel, he ran both over Jason's back, caressing his damp skin, sliding down over his ass, then up again to hold his hips as he drew back and thrust. Hard. His movement pushed Jason into Daniel and they both moaned through the kiss.

It wasn't going to be this easy, either, he chuckled to himself. This was Jason's fantasy and neither he nor Daniel were going to do all the work. Spreading his knees for balance, somehow resisting the urge to thrust--and god, he wanted to just bang the hell out of his lover at that moment--Jack stilled, his hands still on Jason's hips.

"When you're done, Daniel, let him go so he can get to work." He couldn't help the shit-eating grin on his face when they broke the kiss and Jason turned his head to the side.

"Work?" Jason asked, slowly looking over his shoulder. God, Jack looked gorgeous.

"Well, I can't very well fuck you and have you fuck Daniel. If you know anything about trains, Jason, you should know that you're the driver here."

Jason swallowed and looked into Daniel's eyes. "He's really--"

Whatever he was going to say was taken from him as Jack held him firmly and ground against his ass. A startling jolt of hot pleasure ran through him as his gland was caressed.

"Jason?" Daniel asked, looking at him smugly. "Something... wrong?"

Jason coughed. "No, no, nothing's wrong. Just fuckin' A, that was--" He let out a gasp as Jack pulled out a bit, then pulled Jason back onto him... and slightly out of Daniel.

Daniel bit his lip and closed his eyes. "Do as he says, Jace."

Pushing up off his knees, toes digging into the mattress and hands braced, Jason began to rock forward into Daniel, backward onto Jack. He hadn't done this in... hell, a long time. He wondered why because it was a damn good feeling, but when his arms began to shake from the effort he was expending, listening to Jack's groans of appreciation as well as Daniel's, he sort of knew. This took quite a bit of strength and it couldn't go on for long.

"Good," Jack told him, meeting him with a short, hard thrust every time Jason slid down his cock. "Now speed up."

"Are you out of your mind?" he asked just as Daniel met the rhythm and rocked upward when Jason thrust in.

"Apparently he is, Jace. Do what he says. Please." Daniel could feel himself getting close to the edge and wanted to grab his cock, but his hands were being used for leverage and he didn't want to stop the momentum Jason was now building.

The rhythm became vigorous, ragged. Sweat built up in droplets and Jason knew he was close. "Shit," he whispered, his ass tightening around Jack.

"Yes," Jack said, closing his eyes, letting the pleasure swim through him. "Now, Jason."

"Fuck yes," Daniel agreed, taking one hand off the bed, along with his ass, and thrust up into Jason as his lover rocked wildly back and forth. He jacked himself hard and fast, watching Jason work, looking at Jack with his head tossed back--just taking it. God, it was such a fucking turn on watching them so his orgasm hit him by surprise. The heat blasted through him and he couldn't stop himself from arching back as it hit. "Fuck yes!"

Like a domino effect, Jason came from Daniel's clutch around his cock and Jack came from Jason's. But Jason couldn't stop moving, pulling the pleasure out of all of them as much as he could before he simply couldn't move anymore. He slumped, arms and legs shaking with the effort not to drop all his weight--and Jack's--on Daniel. He nearly barked out in surprise when Jack dropped to the side, pulling out and taking Jason and Daniel with him.

"Jesus," he whispered, thinking absurdly that now would be a perfect time for an attack since there was no way in hell he could defend himself.

"Where do you come up with these ideas?" Jack asked, feeling silly that his words were slurring as if he were drunk.

"You came up with that one, Jack. God damn."

Jack grinned. "You did all the work there. And did it well."

"Amen to both of you," Daniel mumbled from somewhere under the pillow he'd nudged into.

Jack snickered and pulled the pillow out and dropped it on his head. Daniel made a noise, and without looking, hit Jack in the head with it. Between them, Jason started up his own snickering.

"Jace, where'd you get this idea at least?" Jack asked, stuffing the pillow under his head.

"It just... came to me..." he answered, snorting, "No pun intended." He reached back, finding a hip and the slope of a buttock which he caressed slowly. "I get inspired."

"I'll say," Daniel mumbled, eyes closed, as he stretched an arm over Jason and found Jack's face with his fingers. "Hello, pillow stealer."

Jack grinned under his fingertips and bit one in reply.

"Got any other ideas, Jace?" Daniel asked as he leaned in and kissed Jason lightly, fingers still playing on Jack's face.

"'Cause if you do," Jack said around the fingers, "it'd be a good idea to do this without the missing-you thing."

"Why's that?" Jason asked, but he knew the answer.

"Because I can't possibly stay in role play when all I want is to fuck your brains out. If, say, this had been another day, then I could have acted a little more..."

"Aloof?" Daniel chuckled.

"Surprised," Jack corrected, sniffing. "If I had actually caught the two of you fucking, I wouldn't have just walked right over and fucked you." He didn't bother saying what he actually would have done, but the ensuing moment of silence sort of told him that his lovers knew exactly what he'd have done. "Don't--"

Jack started to say "Don't say it," but Daniel's hand clamped over his mouth as he spoke for him. "Instead, you'd actually have blushed right to your toes, gotten hard as hell as you stood there and watched."

Not bothering to remove Daniel's hand--because he liked it there--Jack took the pillow out and hit him back. Jason took that moment to reach up a little and bite the arm over his face.

"Hey!" Jack mumbled around Daniel's fingers. Another moment of silence, then he asked Daniel's unanswered question. "So, Jace, when are we going to have this again?"

Through another snort, Jason answered, "I'll let you know as soon as I collect what's left of my brain."

"I think you left it in Daniel," Jack said, chuckling around the fingers trying to remodel his face.

Jason started laughing outright, his breath misting Daniel's arm lying over his chest. "Ahhhh, so that's where his intelligence comes from... Ow!"

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