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Daniel flipped the wipers to rapid as he looked through his windshield at the sky. He liked thunderstorms generally, but at the moment, they matched his mood instead of calming him as they usually did. He was closing in on the turn-off from the mountain road when his cell phone beeped. With a sigh, he flicked it open finding a text message waiting. Pulling over, he accessed it, grinning a little at the address. joc @ cmc.sgc.net.

Jason and Jack had been using this combined address for a while. It started as a means to send him messages designed to make him smile; messages sexual in nature. A joke here, a promising threat there, and they always made him smile. Always. He never knew which of his lovers was sending the message. They were always signed with the initial J.

Sadly, there wasn't a dirty message this time.

You have instructions in the glove compartment.  Follow them.  J.

For a moment, he considered ignoring the message and going home. He was emotionally tired, having dealt with delegates for the past four days. That had earned him a day off, though George had hinted that after the negotiations were concluded, he'd get a whole three days to himself. Daniel needed it; he was a linguist and archaeologist, not a goddamned negotiator, but somehow, his generally soft-spoken manner and ability to read people had earned him this crap. At least he wasn't alone. Major Davis had been with him to take half of the headache.

Jack, meanwhile, got to escape offworld with the rest of the team. Daniel wanted to wish him a torrential downpour or a minor volcanic eruption... just to let him know he wasn't off the hook, but he'd settle for the bastard safe and sound. Jason had had his own share of stress, though fortunately, SG-2 hadn't seen any firefights lately. It was enough that he had had to patch up the squabbles his two newest teammates kept getting into.

Taking a deep breath and grinning a little at the protectiveness of his lovers, he opened the glove compartment and found a typed note. He snorted, wondering which of them had done this, though it could have been both, with Jason writing (he *was* the better writer) and Jack checking his spelling like an old schoolteacher. The memories of the two getting into small squabbles over similar occurrences made him smile.

If you've not left the main drive, turn around and go back, take a left onto the
first road off the mountain drive. Two roads down, on the right, is that one lovely road
we know. Take it and follow it down to the wide trail. Park, and walk down to the
next connecting trail. You know the one.

It took Daniel a moment to remember which trails they were referring to, then he reread the first instructions again, but the next line, by itself, read:

Read the next bit *after* you've parked.

The added air of mystery, and wondering which of his lovers this was, lifted Daniel's mood. He turned the Jeep around and headed back up the main highway toward the tunnel. Taking a left halfway there, he drove down, spotted the right he needed to take, and turned onto the unpaved road. A little over a mile later, he stopped at the wide entrance to the Devil's Fork trail and parked his Jeep.

Picking up the note, he read what was left.

After you take the connecting trail, you'll find a truck with the tailgate down.
Get into the back and drop your pants to your ankles but don't take them off. There's lube.
Prepare yourself and assume the position and wait. That's on all fours, Daniel.


It doesn't matter if it's still raining. Comply.

I intend to fuck you.

Hard.

What it didn't say--but was definitely implied--was I know you need it. He did. He knew both of them were back from offworld, but had no idea which of them was creating this scenario. At that moment, Daniel didn't much care either. He was not only in a bad mood, he missed them.

By the time he reached the truck, he was wet from the rain that got through the forest canopy. Glimpsing the laid-out bedrolls in the back of the truck, his dick twitched. He climbed in, let his trousers down to his ankles, and dropped to his knees.

As he picked up the lube, he couldn't help but take a look around him as he stroked his cock with one hand and prepped himself with the other. After a minute, he was wired, and the thrill of the loud thunder overhead made his heart beat faster. He bent over, wiping his hands on a provided towel, and waited. A minute passed, then another. He was starting to wonder when his lover would emerge when there was the snap of a twig somewhere behind him. It was followed by the bounce of the entire truck as someone jumped onto the tailgate.

"You know you're violating a few laws?" said the voice, and Daniel closed his eyes. Jason.

"And you could be arrested for that," said the other voice. Jack.

Daniel grinned to himself, guessing the game. He took a deep breath and said, "I'm not bothering anyone, officers. Could you just... forget about this? I'm waiting for someone."

One of his lovers came around to the front. It was Jack, but for a few moments, Daniel didn't know that.

All he knew for that moment was the man was wearing a black policeman's uniform shirt. It even had a badge sewn onto a short shirt sleeve. Thing was, his lover wore the shirt and nothing else.

Daniel's eyes narrowed and he cursed under his breath as his lover knelt in front of him, awarding him a seductive smile. The peek of his rain-wet chest muscles between the open folds of the shirt, combined with the metallic glitter of his dog tags, had Daniel hard as hell. Behind him, he knew was Jason, and he wondered if Jason wore the same thing...

'Til he felt his warm, wet hands grab his hips and the folds of a shirt brushed his ass.

Fuck.

He said the word out loud just before he felt Jason line up and push. Eyes wide, Daniel looked away from Jack, grunting, "Oh shit." He had to quickly get with the program... at least, initially anyway. He pretended to get away but Jack helped the scenario by taking hold of his face.

"C'mon now, take him inside," he murmured, and rubbed the head of his erection over Daniel's mouth.

Jason felt so damned good, so warm after the cold rain, and Daniel bore down, taking him inside much more easily. It was amazing and good and Daniel couldn't help but gasp against Jack's shaft.

"Fuck, he's hot," Jason said tightly.

"Don't break him too soon," Jack told him. "I want my turn."

"Come in his mouth," Jason replied as he established a good, hard rhythm that had Daniel breathing in time with it.

"Fuck," he whispered, closing his eyes.

"I'll wait," Jack went on. "I want to fuck him."

The two talked over him as if he weren't there, but this was part of the game so Daniel didn't mind one bit. He was, after all, a little preoccupied anyway.

"Your choice," Jason told Jack as his breathing turned harsh.

Daniel couldn't help but bark out an embarrassing noise, the roughness so good, so surprising, so welcome after the aggravating day. Jason was doing exactly what the note had said and Daniel loved it.

"You've been waiting for this, haven't you, Daniel," Jack told him. "Did you like our note?"

"Yes, but--"

"No buts," Jack said, and cut him off with a hand to his mouth, then slid down, getting underneath, legs on either side of Daniel's knees, and pulled him into a deep, bruising kiss. Daniel moaned through it, rocking back and forth with the treatment Jason gave his ass. Then Jack had a hold of his cock and Daniel's ass clutched around Jason.

"Oh fuck," Jason grimaced, thrusting faster. His breathing sped up, shallow and harsh, and he came quickly, fingers digging into Daniel's hips.

"My turn," Jack breathed against Daniel's mouth as he let go of his cock.

Daniel's body shook as Jason withdrew, and the cold touch of the rain that pelted down on his skin made him shiver. "Hurry, dammit," he ordered, and waited for them to switch. When Jason came around, his assumption that he was dressed the same as Jack was confirmed.

Jason didn't waste time and slid under him, pulling Daniel into a deep, ravenous kiss. He took his cock in hand, stroking quickly as Jack knelt behind and slid inside. Daniel gasped through his nose, through the kiss, and clutched around Jack's cock, wordlessly telling him to do it quickly.

Jack gave it to him as he gripped his waist and yanked him backward with every thrust forward, making Daniel breath their names repeatedly over Jason's mouth, letting them know that he was loving what they were giving him.

When Jason's arm went around his neck, holding them chest to chest, he whispered into his ear a word Daniel would never hear at times outside of these games.

"Like it, baby? Like it?"

"Jason..."

"Shhh, answer me."

"Yes," Daniel whispered.

"Yes, you like it," Jason went on, voice barely heard over another clap of thunder. "Take his cock, baby. Take it, take it, take it."

"Jason, fuck."

"Yes, Daniel, come for me, come for him. Come, baby, come." Louder, just past his ear, Jason ordered, "Jack, make him come," as his fist rapidly jacked Daniel's straining cock.

With short, hard strokes, Jack fucked him till Daniel felt the heat, the pull at his balls. He choked out a sound, then was yelling into Jason's mouth, coming hard. Behind him, Jack grunted and cursed as his cock was gripped tightly, then came inside him as he continued to pull Daniel's orgasm from his body.

Daniel was unable to stop the shuddering, the shaking, until his body had decided it had had enough--long after Jack had withdrawn, apparently, because Jack was next to him, framing one side while Jason took the other.

"Baby?" Daniel asked in a mumble.

"I was in the moment. No teasing allowed."

Daniel shook his head, a small grin forming on his face. "The stress wasn't that bad, guys," he suddenly said.

Jack chuckled. "The hell it wasn't, Daniel. You called one of the delegates a dirty pigshit-eating motherfucker."

Daniel groaned and covered his eyes. "I did say that, yes."

Jason snickered. "Not that the delegate didn't have that coming from what I hear, but, oh yeah, you said that. Put a secret smile on Hammond's face, from what Jack said."

"I think you made his day, Daniel," Jack added.

"Only good thing about today, till now." Daniel breathed in deep, grinning at his lovers. "Thanks, guys." They hugged him in silent answer. "So," Daniel went on. "Which one of you is the good cop?"

Jason gave him a noise of overdramatized disgust. "Daniel."

Daniel grinned smugly, having won that round. "Well, it's just a question. Bad cops can fuck just as good as good cops."

Jack piped in with a dramatic sniff. "Well in that case, I was the bad cop."

"Hey!" Jason shot back.

That got Daniel laughing. "You were both bad. Very, very bad," he assured, then added, "So is this bad cop thing gonna be a new game or is this a one-off? 'Cause I'm telling you, I really liked it."

"That's good, 'cause so did I. Jason? New game, for stressed out days, especially?" Jack asked, spooning closer.

"Agreed. Weather depending, of course."

"I like the thunderstorm atmo. Made the... attitude adjustment better," Daniel mused.

"That's a good name for it," Jason grinned, kissing him.

"You know, this is something we can't plan for," Daniel mumbled around his lover's mouth before pulling away. "It can't work otherwise."

"True," Jason answered. "Can't be the same place all the time, either."

"That's for sure," Jack agreed. "I've a place in mind for next time."

"Unless it's you that needs the attitude adjustment," Daniel told him.

"True."

"That's okay, Daniel. I've a place in mind for Jack's turn."

"You sound certain there'll be one," Jack argued.

Daniel and Jason laughed quietly.

"What?" Jack asked, looking them both over. "What?"

Jason nuzzled Daniel's ear, whispering, "We're gonna have to make a map just for him."

"I heard that," Jack growled as he reached around and possessively grabbed Jason's ass. "Guess what this cop's gonna do next?"

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