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Late evening? Jason thought as he rose to take a leak, eyes sliding over the pendulum clock that sat by the door. Time was moving slowly and he was used to it zipping by as he lived through crisis after crisis. Right now, there weren't any, and he told himself to be grateful for that, because eventually, they'd have to leave and go back home. Jason really wasn't looking forward to that. Too many changes were coming down the line. He could feel it.

Shaking off his gloomy thoughts, Jason rubbed at his chest and abdomen, flaking off the dried come. He needed a shower but really didn't have the desire to do more than piss and crawl back into bed... where his lovers were. He looked over his shoulder, taking in their sleeping forms. He couldn't help the emotions that filled him or the smile that stretched the corner of his mouth.

Entirely too indulgent of him, he wished for a camera. He'd take a picture of them, just as they were, and after retiring, he'd put this perfect moment to canvas. That'd make one hell of a late birthday present for Jack. Or an early one for Daniel. Or maybe a gift just because. Annoyance crept in at the guilt that formed. Who was he to criticize gift-givers when he was thinking of things like this? The humidity was affecting his mind, that's what it was.

Picking up Daniel's damp shorts to hang them in the bathroom, Jason tried to remember just when they'd brought in their clothes. Shrugging it off, he automatically felt inside the pockets for anything that shouldn't have gotten wet from the waterfall and touched something strange. He found a wet, blue substance on his fingertips and nails; judging by the consistency, it felt like barely dissolved pill tablets. Sniffing, he then tasted it and his eyes grew round, wondering where on earth Daniel had--

"I found the pills in that room," Daniel said sleepily, and pushed up on his elbows. "I was thinking we'd take them, but I forgot. I wonder why."

Jason turned, catching his breath at the sight of his thoroughly mussed lover, and felt his body react.  Damn it, Daniel.

"These," he said, clearing his throat, "will probably come in handy later." He took the shorts into the bathroom and washed his fingers off before relieving himself. When he returned and crawled up alongside Daniel's warm body, his lover pulled him close. Smells assaulted Jason's nose as he burrowed. Musk, sweat, come. He growled a noise of contentment and was thinking about turning to seek a kiss, but burrowing was a lazier option at the moment and he closed his eyes.

Jack, roused by the motion of the large bed, realized that his back was to his bed mates. He turned over, eyes half open, and found Daniel on his back, eyes closed, an arm around Jason -- who seemed to be doing a good impression of a gopher.

That wasn't a bad idea, either. He stretched to regain contact, feeling the pull of sleep, mild arousal, and the contentment that nothing important was waiting. He didn't have to get out of bed, didn't have to go gallivanting across the universe, didn't have to do anything. He burrowed, like Jason, and snuffled Daniel's neck. This was nice.

Daniel giggled and rubbed his skin. "Jack."

Jack bit the fingers in protest and Daniel giggled again and shoved Jack away from his neck. "Are we, by any chance, discussing certain well known blue pills?" Jack asked, skimming mischievous fingers over Daniel's chest.

Daniel grabbed the pinky with the ring on it and bit over the first knuckle. "We were," he clarified.

"No, it's we we...we," Jack corrected, frowning at himself, then at Daniel's third giggle. "Anyway, we may need those pills before we're outta here." His eyes narrowed. "Daniel... you were giggling."

Indignant at being called on it, Daniel sniffed. "I was not. That's my version of a tired laugh."

Jack's stomach interrupted, growling loudly. He rubbed it, not even bothering with an embarrassed expression. "Well, I'm hungry," he announced, rolling away and sitting up, feet on the floor. "I could use a beer, too. You guys wanna join me?" He knew Jason wasn't asleep yet.

"Depends on what your friend has stocked," Daniel answered, and purposely pushed Jack down on the bed and crawled over him in an effort to get off the bed. It was weird, the way he felt as he moved over him. His body may have had pleasure no more than a few hours ago, but he felt as if he'd taken some sort of aphrodisiac. If he'd taken the blue pill, his dick would now be reflecting his body.

Jack put an arm out and stopped him. "What're you doing?" he asked chidingly.

"Getting out of bed?" Daniel offered with a cheeky grin, locking his arms and holding himself away from Jack's tempting mouth. Sometimes it was fun to tease without it going anywhere. Jack's eyes seemed to be darkening though so he amended his thought to 'probably not going anywhere.'

"No," Jack answered, "you were being a prick tease."

"No," Daniel countered, "that was me attempting to get out of bed and you just happened to be in my way."

Jack's mock-scowl deepened.  "What am I, road kill?"

Muffled laughter filled the short silence as Jason rolled off the other side and got up. "You two crack me up."

"At least I'm good for something," Jack growled.

Daniel was not rising to the easy bait.

Padding into the kitchen, Jack and Jason grabbed their beers while Daniel, again, got out a glass for some wine. The fridge contained sealed packages of smoked salmon, and there were leftover salad ingredients brought with them that morning. Fixing themselves a light, if late, evening dinner, they moved to the living room and settled into the room's long, oversized sofa.

They ate in silence, leaving the lights low, listening to the soft sounds of the surf. In the far distance were periodic sounds of buoys, ship's horns and gulls. Once finished, and nursing their second beers and one more glass of wine, they comfortably overlapped each other on the spacious couch. Jason reclined at one end, Jack the other, their backs against the arms of the couch, one leg on the floor. Lying between them was Daniel, his head in Jason's lap and his feet snug between Jack and the back of the couch.

Jack spied the remote on the coffee table in front of them and his eyes inevitably travelled to his left, fixing on the large-screened TV that sat in the right corner next to more French doors that opened out to the deck and the back yard. He'd forgotten just how spacious the place was. It looked so small from the outside.

Reaching a long arm out, he just grabbed the remote and heard a sigh coming from a certain someone whose heels were digging into his hip. Jack slapped the remote on top of Daniel's feet.

"Hey!" Daniel complained.

"Hey yourself. You're digging into my hip. Stop it. Old guy here."

Jason rolled his eyes right along with Daniel, then sighed dramatically. "I never thought so, but since you keep insisting that's the case, Daniel and I will find you a rocker, won't we, Daniel?"

"Absolutely." Daniel couldn't--no, wouldn't--avoid smiling as Jason began to build up the goad.

"I mean, threesomes can probably get a little tedious, even if I'd never noticed, but you must find it taxing on your poor old heart, Jack."

"Yeah, poor thing," Daniel chimed in. "I'll get those blue pills for you--for when you think you're feeling up to taking them, that is. They're also supposed to help calm down the heart, or shrink over-sized ones, or something."

Jack watched them grin ear-to-ear as they teased his not-so-flagging ego. He knew they'd rise to the bait. Daniel had ignored the one earlier, but not this time. Jack supposed they got tired of hearing him complain about his age, especially when he was not all that much older than they were. Nine years, as he kept trying to remind himself, was not that much older. Although...

"Okay, very funny," he griped.

"You aren't old," Jason snapped, annoyed that Jack was doing it again.

"Only nine years here, Jack," Daniel said, and felt Jason nudge him. Jack was expecting this.

Jack appeared to look contemplative. "Only nine years, right, but what is that really?"

"What, in dog years?" Jason asked sarcastically.

"No," Jack glowered, getting quickly irritated. "The differences between fifteen and twenty-four, for instance. Or between seventy and sixty-one. Huge scope there."

"Yes," Jason began, "One foot out of the cradle, the other in the grave. The point, if you ever find it yourself, is that nine years doesn't make a whole lot of difference in the long run because our age differences won't be apparent. When Daniel's seventy, I'll be seventy-three and you'll be seventy-nine. We'll all be old, Jack. Nine or six years won't make a damn bit of difference to Daniel."  Which was really the unspoken reason he had problems with the age difference and Jason knew it.

So did Daniel.  "Damn right it won't. I'll buy us all porch swings and rockers. But, Jack?" and he paused, staring, making sure that Jack was listening to him around the glare--which sometimes meant Jack was letting whatever he didn't want to hear go in one ear and out the other. "Seventy-nine is not in five years, not in ten, but in thirty. Thirty. I think we've got some time, providing we don't kill each other first."

Jack didn't want to grin, or smile, but he could feel his mouth twitching. He had to cover it up, and move quickly past the mistake he'd made in ever making the comment. "Point taken," he said, and pressed the power button on the remote.

The next second, all three men were sitting up in alarm, beverages nearly spilt, as the TV blared sound from every-fucking-where. Jack frantically searched the remote's tiny, busy features for the apparently hidden mute button. Found, and pressed, the sudden silence was as deafening as the sudden noise.

They allowed their bodies to relax while picking up pieces of food -- and eating them.

"Well, um," Daniel frowned, "this place is obviously wired for sound."

"Ya think?" Jack asked, then added contritely, "Sorry about that, I didn't know. This wasn't here the last time." He decided that maybe he'd check out the TV later and hit the power button once more. The light from the TV blanked out, leaving them in a soft glow once more that abruptly made the room seem too dark.

As they settled back to their previous positions, Daniel stared into his wine glass, wondering how to broach the subject that hadn't ever left his mind. In the end, he decided to stop thinking and say it. "Do you guys want to check out that room tomorrow, or should we leave it be for awhile?"

They stared at him, at each other, then shrugged.

"I, um, didn't get a good look at everything in that room," Daniel went on, "but..."

"But?" Jason asked, fingers carding through Daniel's hair.

"I checked out that doll."

Jason's fingers stopped moving and Daniel craned his neck, looking up. Jason let out the breath he'd been holding and asked, "Checked out?"

When Daniel looked down and across his body at Jack, his lover was looking at him curiously.

"And?" Jack asked.

Daniel could swear his lovers just became extremely uncomfortable. "I don't know why that doll that freaks you guys out so much. To my surprise, I found the damn thing fascinating. Probably helps that it doesn't look like one of those plastic blow up dolls."

Jack's brow knotted. "It's not...plastic?"

With a grin, Daniel shook his head slowly. "From the feel, it's pure silicone molding."

"God," Jason groaned. Daniel said it but Jason hadn't really known what he'd meant. 'Checked out' meant checked out. Jesus.

"What?" Daniel asked, craning his neck again, and making sure he didn't press into Jason's groin at the same time. Not a good feeling.

"I didn't think you checked it out that way. I thought, you know, you'd just looked it over."

Daniel turned back around and took a sip from his glass. "No, Jace. I touched it. Why the hell does that bother you guys?"

"It doesn't," Jack started, shifting uncomfortably. "Exactly. It's just...you did it alone."

"I didn't exactly have company and I didn't feel like waiting."

Jack and Jason exchanged knowing looks. It was just like Daniel on a mission.

"Okay, fair enough," Jack returned, "And maybe it's not really the doll freaks me out, but the room. Or rather, the atmosphere it gives off."

Jason nodded. "I agree." He cleared his throat. "So, tell us what you meant when you said you checked out that doll?"

Daniel gave them both a mischievous look, and with a little payback for some sniping at him on the Beta Site, he explained what happened in glorious, technicolor detail.

"So, that's what happened," he finished, smug that both his lovers now had empty beer bottles. "If you're bothered that I didn't wait, maybe you should consider the role play, and that you two left me alone to look."

Jack cleared his throat. "Looking was fine, Daniel."

"But why did you do all that without us?" Jason added.

Daniel took a deep breath and rubbed Jason's leg. "I'm sorry, but I had the opportunity and truthfully, I didn't wait because I was wound up and annoyed by that little threat you made about the two of you having an outlet and not me. In case I teased you, that is."

"What?" Jason asked, startled. "But I didn't mean...oh shit, Daniel."

"I didn't think that was fair, but I accepted the parameters of the role play so I can't complain, especially since it ended up great."

Jack winced. "Sorry, Daniel. I shouldn't have goaded you like that."

"Me, too," Jason added.

"S'okay," Daniel said quietly. He paused, then asked, "Does it really bother you that much that I checked out that doll?"

"No," Jack said, sighing. "I just wish you'd waited. I like to share new things with you so I feel a little..."

"Left out?" Daniel asked.

"Yeah."

"Well, now you know how I felt when you two ran off to check out that room and left me walking to the bungalow."

His lovers froze at the sharp sound of his words.

"Sorry," Daniel said sheepishly. "It was actually the only part of the role play I didn't like all that much."

"Why didn't you--" Jason started.

"Say something?" Daniel finished. "Because if being a little uncomfortable is going to stop a role play, then there's no point in having it, is there? I'm fine, Jace. I'm just pointing out that there's no point in getting worked up over something that couldn't be helped--on both our sides. Besides, you guys knew I'd go in there and don't tell me you didn't. If you'd wanted to be there, you would have been."

His lovers shared a grimace, agreeing.

"So, either of you want to tell me why that room spooks you so much? It's not like we wouldn't use a lot of the things in there."

"True," Jack allowed, "but in the bedroom or the kitchen, or basically anywhere outside that room. It makes me uncomfortable."

Daniel's eyes narrowed, as if he expected Jack to say that. In truth, he only had a vague feeling. "Can you say why?"

Jack shook his head, and Daniel looked at Jason for the answer. "Is it the same for you?"

"What? The room? Yeah, I think so," Jason said, thinking it over. "As for why..." He thought about it, eyeing Jack as he did. "Perhaps it's misunderstanding, perhaps not, but I get a mixed feeling I'm not entirely comfortable with, even if it does bring up the usual arousal. I like using some of the toys I saw in there, but overall, the room just gives me a weird feeling. Maybe it's the furniture or that sling," Jason said, then fell silent as he concentrated on remembering how he'd felt. "When we were in that room, Jack only had to put his hands on my waist and I got hard." He swallowed and gave Jack a smirk. "Although that could've just been Jack, not the room."

"You believe that?" Daniel asked.

Jason was hesitant, but eventually nodded. "It was Jack, and maybe it was also the room. I had an image and..."

Daniel was confused. "So... you don't like the room, but you like the feelings you got in the room. That... makes no sense."

Jason grimaced. "Jack? Care to help?"

Jack gestured at him. "You're the one with the psych major."

Jason sighed and ran a hand through his hair in irritation as he thought things over. Some ideas came to him. "I think it's to do with pain. Maybe. The sadomasochistic element. While we all like small forms of pain, a great deal of it is not on our menu of preferences. Though I don't think that small amounts of pain are masochistic, like comparing nipple pinching or twisting to the use of clamps, I simply wouldn't call my preferences that...though I could be wrong... technically."

With a frown creasing his brow, Jason added, "It sounds like I'm avoiding the issue when I say it like that. Look," and he nudged Daniel to sit so he could look at him. "You got off when I bit you. That hurt but not a lot, right?"

"Yeah," Daniel drawled.

"And we got off on Adriann and the other vampires, even though they didn't exactly hurt us. That's more a power and control issue, if you ask me, and here, there's also the issue of control, too, like with Jack and his new found...kink?" He smiled at him and Jack's cheeks actually pinked a little, which made Jason want to gather him in his arms, but he stayed where he was.

Jack sighed and blew out a slow breath, and with it, the pink in his cheeks. "I don't know precisely what it is about being hit on the ass, but I do know that I feel aroused by the idea only during sex, no other time. While we like very mild forms of pain, I think it's tied to sex, not by itself. Maybe getting hit is sexually gratifying in a way but I've read that a lot of people don't get off. There's a different kind of pleasure there."

"Euphoria," Daniel answered, nodding. At his lovers' curious looks, he added, "Oh stop it. I read about it."

Jack gave him a small smile, then went on. "If we weren't having sex and either of you struck me and caused me severe pain, that would be the end of that kink. Fetish. Whatever. Maybe I can play in that room, but not... as it's meant for, I think. Take some of the toys in that room and put them in the bedroom, and I'd be willing to try them. But I won't be chained to that table or hung from the ceiling. Sorry, but I won't."

"Don't be sorry, Jack," Daniel chided softly, taking his foot and rubbing it over Jack's.

"Are you satisfied with the reasons?" Jack asked him.

"Yes, but I didn't need to be. But the question is, are you and Jason satisfied with the reasons? Can you check out that room with me and see what else is in there? There are a few things I wouldn't mind playing with."

Jack nodded as he took a sip from his bottle, then gestured at Jason. "I'm fine with it, within certain limits. You?"

"Yeah, the same. Daniel, I have to ask, even if I don't--"

"Ask."

"Do you want to experiment with pain?"

Daniel's eyes widened quite large. "Um, no," he said emphatically. "Not like what we were discussing. It's not something I need, and I think I'd have to for it to do me any good. Playing around with it isn't a good idea, and I won't have you guys doing something you don't know how to do."

Jason nodded. "That makes sense. You'd have to know how to inflict that sort of pain. Especially wielding a whip."

Jack shuddered. "Yeah, you do. The right kind of pain and in the right way. You simply can't pick up a whip, a belt, or anything else, and hit someone without causing damage. I think the point in S and M is to bring pain, not disfigurement. I've seen my friend leave welts on his...friends, but I never saw blood. He never broke the skin."

Jason suddenly snorted. "Doesn't mean a lot there. Old martial arts techniques can kill without breaking the skin."

Daniel winced. "Yeah, and not just martial arts. I may be attracted to a little pain, but getting welts is too much. I don't want evidence that remains past an hour. Well," and he sudden grinned wickedly, "except a sore ass, but that's different."

"Agreed," Jason answered with a flinch of a smile. "I don't think we need to go in there tomorrow, though. Maybe in a few days. Do you need to go in there, Daniel?"

"Need? No. I can wait."

Jack shook his head. "Don't wait on our account. If you're curious, go look. I see no reason we can't explore that room, and more so because we've talked about it, but like Jason, I'd like to wait. See if I can figure out what bothers me. I can say that it isn't about the domination-submission theme because you guys know that I like a little domination during sex." They smiled secretively. "I know for a fact that you don't mind that, either."

Daniel looked over his shoulder, sensing a tension. "Jace? Anything else?"

"Yeah," he said quietly. "Um, like Jack, I'd like to examine what bugs me about the room. But kind of changing the subject here. You guys know how much I like bondage. What the room did do, good or bad, was prompt me to find out just how much bondage I like. I'd like to find out how far I can go."

"You want to play, see how far you can take it?" Daniel asked.

Jason nodded, and looked at Jack specifically. "Will you guys do this for me?"

They were a little startled, but not worried or afraid. They agreed, nodding.

Eyeing Jack carefully, Jason then asked, "Um, this isn't exactly a change of subject, either, but..."

"Spit it out, Jace."

"You haven't said yet and we'd like to know," Jason said and gestured between himself and Daniel, who raised his brows in question. "How'd you end up here fifteen years ago?"

Daniel nodded at the question but was a little surprised by Jack's reaction. "Is it that bad?"

"No," Jack said quickly. "It's not bad at all. Just the time frame. It was just after I got back from Iraq."

"Oh," Daniel replied and saw Jason cringe.

"Sorry," Jason started but Jack held up his hand.

"Hang on, Jace, it's okay." He felt his skin flush with the memories that came back to him. He'd been hurt and scared back then, and Stef had listened, shared, and pushed. "Just give me a second." Which turned out to be several minutes so Jason took advantage of that and got up to get himself and Jack two more beers and refilled Daniel's glass.

After Jason sat back down, Jack took a deep breath and finally explained.

"I was on medical leave when I got back. It wasn't helping, either. Too many nightmares I had no idea how to deal with and the post-traumatic shit had me jumping at fucking shadows. So when I was called back to work, they noticed right off that something was wrong.

"The Flight Doc had served in Vietnam and Afghanistan, but he didn't know shit about how to deal with this sort of thing. His answer was to ship me off to the base here for three months of supposed rehab, and my temporary commander put me on solo flight patrols in a dumpy-assed cargo plane. It's a duty that's boring as hell and while most guys find that sort of duty healing, I didn't. Too much time by myself, to dwell on what happened. I just tried to repress everything and it came out badly."

Jack grew quiet for a minute, then resumed in a softer voice. "I met Stef in a bar. I'd gone there to get completely shit-faced so I could somehow get back to my quarters and sleep without dreaming. I was, um, doing that a lot. For whatever hair that was up my ass, I was in the mood to fight, not just get drunk. I needed to beat the shit out of something, or get the shit beat out of me. I wasn't particular.

"As it happened, the person I picked a fight with ended up being Stef. He wouldn't coddle a drunk, and I pissed him off pretty good, so he smacked the crap out of me and we both ended up in the local hoosegow. Our different HQs came and got us out, slapped us on the wrists, and we were supposed to carry on as if nothing happened."

"Wait, different HQs? Stef wasn't Air Force?" Jason asked.

"Stef was an Army Major with the Corps of Engineers."

"Stef?" Daniel asked.

"Stefan MacIntosh. His nickname was Mac, actually, but I was stubborn and called him Stef."

"Typical," Daniel snorted. "So what's this guy look like?"

Jack raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"I just want to know, Jack," Daniel explained, trying not to get annoyed.

Jack smirked at him. "He's smaller than me. Shouldn't have been able to handle me, but he was. He's about 5'11" with dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a lean, fit body. In fact, that guy from the Tolkien flicks reminds me of him. That ranger who became the king at the end; what's his name."

Daniel gave Jack a crooked grin and nudged his thigh teasingly. "So that's why you like those films."

"No," Jack argued, "that's not why, but that guy does remind me of Stef. Handsome. Same quiet nature. Loyal to a fault. Stef had...and still does, no doubt...everyone wrapped around his little finger. One of those guys with a shitload of charisma but not someone who bandies it about."

Jason tapped Daniel's arm and winked. "Sound like someone we know?" Daniel nodded and they looked back at Jack with silly grins on their faces.

"Who?" Jack asked, making Jason laugh.

"You," Daniel answered.

Jack shook his head. "No way."

It was of no use to argue about it so Daniel asked, "Is he still in the Army?"

Jack shook his head. "No. He's about five years older than I am, and not long after I left, he retired and took an engineering job with the aerospace industry, I forget whom."

Jason looked around with a smirk. "That explains the money for all this."

Jack grinned. "Yeah, but not really. His family had money because he owned this place fifteen years ago, remember?"

"Right," Jason answered with embarrassment. "So you kept in touch?"

"Yeah." Jack paused and took a drink from his beer. "You want the rest?" he asked nervously. His lovers nodded, as he knew they would. "Okay. Well, anyway, after I got out of restricted duty from that bar fight, Stef invited me here to stay during the rest of my rehab assignment. He actually had access to a Huey and flew me back and forth to the base." Jack thumbed at the back yard. "Used to park it back there. Anyway, he seemed genuinely interested in me, though I still have no idea why. I mean, he had a lover he cared about so it wasn't that. Well, exactly. For reasons he only partially explained later, and I can't tell you about, he understood what was going on with me. Letting me stay here... helped."

"Mind if I ask what you did while you were here?" Jason asked.

"Aside from fishing?" Jack asked, knowing what Jason meant.

"You can't fish here, Jack."

Jack snorted and pointed at the ocean. "You can, with a permit and a big boat, and away from the island where the fish actually are."

"You did that?" Daniel asked.

Jack smiled. "What do you think?"

"Yeah, you did," Jason smirked, "except we don't have a boat."

"I asked," Jack said with a sigh, "and in Stef's last email, he told me that the one he had docked here was heeled during the last storm and pitched against a rather nasty set of rocks. He'll be bringing in a new one when he sails in."

"Sails?" Daniel asked.

"Sails," Jack repeated.

"Must be nice," Daniel muttered. "So how'd he help you?"

"He listened, let me do my own thing."

"Did you... sleep with him?"

Jack looked down at his beer and shrugged. "Nothing happened. At least, nothing physical, apart from a goodbye kiss on the cheek when I left. What he did do was distract me."

"Distract you how?" Jason asked.

"He... let me watch."

"Watch?" Daniel half-asked. He could imagine very well what Jack watched. "You were interested."

Jack grinned. "I didn't say I wasn't, but I was also married to Sara at the time. If I hadn't been, I might have been interested."

"Might?" Jason asked, sensing something was up. "Might? What happened?"

"After I'd been here a while, he ...encouraged me by giving me opportunities to watch. What happened earlier today, with you walking in on me and Jason? Something like that happened with me in your place, only I was outside and they were in here, on the floor." He pointed at the back doors. "I watched through there.

"I couldn't sleep, went out for a walk, and wound up on the deck outside. I walked by those doors in the bedroom that open onto the deck and heard them." Jack paused again and fiddled with the label of his beer. When he next spoke, he didn't look at them. "I watched them. There was none of the Scene stuff. It was the first time I'd felt anything in months, and the first time I'd had any physical reaction, if you know what I mean."

"It's normal, you know," Jason said, and Jack looked up sharply. "It happens to a lot of guys who were P.O.W.s. Happened to me."

Daniel stared, wide-eyed, mouth dropping open. "It did?"

Jason nodded. "Indonesia. Nasty fucking rat-trap. Only two weeks, but it was long enough."

"An hour is long enough," Jack said quietly.

Daniel's mind flashed on a memory of sand, heat, blood, and the stink of camels, and the memory then transformed itself to Abydos. Another time, with similar circumstances, only the animal smell had been different.

"Daniel?" Jack frowned, touching his shoulder.

Daniel jerked out of the memory. "Sorry, Jack, um, you were saying?"

"Where were you?" he asked carefully and flicked a glance at Jason.

"Nowhere important," he answered.

Jason touched his hair and Daniel fought off the reaction to flinch. "I know you've been through a lot, Daniel, same as we have, but we never knew you'd been a P.O.W. on Earth. When?"

Daniel shook his head quickly. "I was never a prisoner of war."

"Then what?"

He could see his lovers wanted to know, wanted to share, and if Jack weren't talking about a traumatic experience, Daniel would have clammed right up. But guilt told him to say something, even if he couldn't talk about all of it. He drank half the wine in his glass before answering.

"When I was seven, my parents were in Egypt, visiting some locals, observing this reconstruction they were doing in Thebes. A group of men came into the area, posing as workers, and kidnapped me one night." He paused when he saw the looks on his lovers' faces. "No, they weren't pedophiles. They were slavers." Jack and Jason made sounds of angry disgust. "I got out of that because one of my Egyptian friends spotted me with them when they were trying to pack up during the night. He ran around the encampment screaming, pissing off the camels, waking everyone up. The slavers got away, but not without getting some serious damage done. I remember a lot of stone throwing." He took a deep breath, then said, "The same fucking thing happened to me a month after we buried the gate on Abydos."

"What?" Jack asked, and quite loudly.

Daniel nodded. "A clan from across the oasis. They came in for trade, as they and others did every year. I wasn't used to fighting for my life, as you well know, even after all that shit with Ra. I just didn't expect it there. I wasn't used to looking for signs of a set-up... or an ambush. I'd gone out to look for a small lizard that Shau're liked. Wanted to give her something. I thought I could do it myself, without Skaa'ra constantly shadowing me. So I ditched him and left. I'd been watched, though, so I made it easy for this one group of men who wanted to sell me." Daniel tapped next to his right eye. "Because of these. My hair and skin color weren't interesting enough, but my eyes? A novelty."

"And you got out of that how?" Jack asked slowly.

"By my own wits and Shau're's stubbornness. She found me in the desert, lost and trying to get my bearings. If I'd been on Earth, I wouldn't have had a problem. But I still wasn't familiar with Abydos' sun or the night sky so I couldn't orient myself back to the village. She found me though. Skaa'ra was with her and he had to hold her back because she wanted to get on one of those beasts and go chase down the bastards who'd harmed me." Daniel winced. "She meant well but I got a lot of teasing for a while. And wanting to learn how to do her 'womanly' chores, like grind flour, did not help."

Jack and Jason had been listening carefully. Daniel's stories didn't sound particularly bad, but the tone in his voice said that more had happened during those two events that had put inevitable scarring on him. When Daniel didn't elaborate on what had happened, they knew better than to ask. If he ever wanted to share, he would. Right now, there really wasn't a need.

"Jesus, Daniel," Jack said after a minute.

"Yeah, let's move on, okay?" Daniel asked, dropping his head back on the edge of the couch.

"You sure you don't want to talk about it?"

"I'm sure. Jack, we were talking about you and then we were talking about me. I'd rather get back to you since it's relevant to what's going on in this place."

Jack sighed. "I guess, but if we ever go to Abydos again..."

Daniel opened his eyes and looked through his lashes. "Moving on here. So you were watching Stef?"

Surprised, Jack snapped, "Hang on, Daniel. Give me a second, okay?"

"Processing?" Daniel grimaced.

"Yeah, processing." It took Jack a minute to get out of the angry mood Daniel's kidnappings had put him in. After a few drinks from his beer, he leaned over and got a generous kiss from Daniel. "Sorry to snap."

"Processing your own stuff, too, I take it?"

"A little bit. There's a lot more."

"Ready when you are."

Jack took another drink. "Okay, well...where was I? Oh, right. I was kind of getting ahead of the story here. On the second night here, I heard hitting." He took a deep breath. "There was a yell after that and I charged into that room and stopped Stef from beating his boyfriend, because that's exactly what I thought he was doing. I grabbed him and threw him against the wall."

Jason and Daniel gave Jack looks of utter surprise. "You didn't," Jason managed.

With a guilty expression, Jack said, "I did. Stef was pissed off, but not as much as I would have been had the situation been reversed. He understood how green I was to that stuff. All I'd ever heard was the stereotyped crap and the shit we make fun of.

"Stef tried to tell me about the scene, explain how things worked, what he did, that it was never non-consensual, but I didn't want to listen." Jack laughed nervously, though it was a sick, self-hating sound. "You see, I thought it all was non-consensual. The relationship he had with his boyfriend. It was oh-so-obvious to me that the guy was seriously messed up. He actually liked getting fucked after Stef hit him so I thought he'd been kow-towed into it. Which, in my eyes, made Stef not just an abusive bully but a rapist."

"Oh no," Daniel reacted, covering his eyes, and Jason closed his.

"Yeah," Jack agreed. "I made Stef feel like shit because I didn't understand. He wasn't able to get me to believe him when he said otherwise. So it was his lover, Rick, who made me listen to the truth. I was sitting on the beach the third night after avoiding them all day. Rick found me and gave me a really good right hook across the jaw." Jack snorted. "Rick was my size. And he was very pissed off. Stef wasn't touching him, doing anything with him, and it was because of me.

"Rick came to set me straight, after he'd gotten a few cracks in first. He had me pinned to the sand and was yelling at me, actually crying because he was so mad. He wouldn't let me up, which then pissed me off, so we started trading blows until we were black and blue.

"Stef found us, and when we wouldn't stop fighting, grabbed a fire extinguisher and hosed us." Jack grinned at the memory and his lovers snickered. "Yep, it was funny. Fastest way to stop a fight I'd ever heard of. Stef is inventive. So he stopped the fight, and after some ice packs were applied and pain medication taken, he tried to explain the facts of Scene life to me. Wanna know what made me accept that it was okay, even if I didn't get it? Stef used me against myself. He asked me why I didn't avoid getting into fights. 'Why don't you just walk away?' he'd asked. I told him that I wasn't a coward."

"He then explained to you the difference between being a coward and being stupid, right?" Jason asked.

Jack laughed then, a genuine smile. "Yeah. He made me look at fighting from a different angle. 'Does it feel good to get a right cross in the jaw, Jack?' he'd asked. I had to admit that I liked getting into fights, and though I didn't like the pain in getting hit, I liked making someone lose control. He told me that that reason was very close to what he and Rick felt when they had controlled pain. I didn't get that, either, but at least I was listening. So they explained it all, with Stef talking most of the time and Rick explaining a few things from his perspective."

"Can I assume that Stef's a Dom?" Daniel asked.

"Yeah, he's a Dom, and like no other one I've met since."

"You've met others?" Daniel asked.

Jack snorted. "Yes, but not on purpose, Daniel. Once you understand some of the scene and meet a Dom, you can sometimes recognize them in other people. Anyway, Stef's the only Dom I've ever met that I liked. Everyone else is fucked up. I can't explain why without sounding seriously judgmental, but Stef explained to me the difference between real Doms and ones who only think they're Doms. Anyway, when my assignment was up and I went home, we still kept in touch, and I appreciated that a lot more than he realized, even now. I'm quite sure that between him and Charlie, they saved my sanity. Sara tried but... she was way too angry with me, even though she didn't mean to be."

"You were a clamshell, Jack," Daniel said suddenly.

"What?" Jason asked.

Daniel demonstrated by pressing his lips together tightly. "Clamshell. When I met him, one needed a knife or a crowbar to get anything out of him."

Jack cringed but agreed. "I'm only marginally better, even though with you two, I can talk up a storm." Daniel snorted and Jack cuffed him gently.

Daniel cuffed him back, then gave Jack a long look. "Can I ask you something about Stef?"

"Sure," Jack replied easily.

"Why don't you call him, ask him here?"

Jack actually blushed and tried to turn away but Daniel touched his arm. "I won't have to," he said looking at them. "He's going to be here during our last week. It coincides with his own vacation plans."

"What?" Jason asked, sitting forward.

"Were you going to tell us?" Daniel asked carefully, trying not to get annoyed.

"Yes, tonight actually."

"Um, is he alone?" Daniel asked, but it wasn't really a question.

Jack shook his head. "I shouldn't think so," and he grinned wolfishly. "I sure as hell wouldn't come here by myself." He paused, thinking, and Jason cocked an eyebrow. "What?"

"I was just wondering...are you looking forward to seeing him?"

"I don't want a Dom, Jason."

"That's not what I meant, Jack, and I think you know that. Do you want to be with him? Have sex, make love, whatever phrase fits."

Jack returned the intense look. "And if I do?"

Jason felt a flush of jealousy; just a spark. It didn't last long, however, the moment he thought of Alex. If Jack still felt something for his friend after all this time, then who was he to get in the way of any remaining, unresolved, fantasies? He still wasn't sure about seeing Alex but he couldn't deny his feelings about the man.

"If you do, then it's okay with me. It would only be fair, considering."

"I agree with Jason," Daniel said. "But I have another question."

"What?" Jack asked.

"Did you ever wind up watching him in that room?"

Jack took in a breath and let it out slowly. "Yeah. I had to. I felt like I owed Stef. I watched a few times, and I think on those times, he went a little easy on Rick. I never stayed long, because I felt guilty for disturbing them. Rick told me later that he got off on it."

Jason grinned to himself.

"What?" Jack asked.

"Maybe he's who let you see that getting off on others watching you was okay."

Jack shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe. Truth is, I had a lot of repressed feelings. Even gay sex was always a straight-forward affair, if you'll pardon the pun. Which brings me to a few points. From what I saw, that room has changed, so things are new to me again. So for all intents and purposes, this visit is new. Especially because you two are here. Whatever we do here, it'll all be new."  Jack reached over and lightly drew a line down Daniel's jaw. "We can do whatever we want and it'll feel new. In fact, it already has."

Daniel blew out a breath and grabbed Jack's hand. "Are you looking to start something right here, right now?"

Jack grinned and shook his head. "Not right this second, no."

"Then stop that."

"It's time to get some sleep anyway," Jason told them as he got up off the couch. "Three beers, a long assed plane flight, fucking and getting fucked... I'm tired for some reason."

Daniel and Jack laughed sympathetically. The men cleaned up the living room and kitchen, and on the way to the bedroom, Jack suddenly put both arms around Jason's waist. "Um, Jason, Stef could probably help."

"With?" Jason asked, but blinked in astonishment when he realized what Jack meant.

"You, too, Daniel."

Daniel halted mid-step before crossing into the bedroom and turned back to stare. "Are you telling Jason and me that it's okay with you if we...play with Stef. Or rather, have him play with us?"

Jack nodded slowly. "That's what I'm saying."

His lovers didn't know what to say to that. Then Jack upped the ante and added, "But you won't need him for the doll."

Daniel smirked. "Warming up to the idea?"

Jason looked at Jack and before Jack could warn him off, he let Daniel in on something Jack had failed to tell him. "Even if he isn't, he's got something for you."

"Jason," Jack said with annoyance.

"Tell him," Jason sent back.

"What?" Daniel asked, his own irritation rising.

"Stef sent me instructions via email on how to use that doll."

Daniel snorted and walked into the bedroom. "I figured as much, actually. One of the things I know about you, Jack, is that despite your annoying habit to belittle others, you never make friends with people you don't respect. Which means that they know their job or whatever. You wouldn't stay friends with Stef if he weren't a thorough kind of guy, like you. Once you know something, you know it, you don't pretend you know. As a Dom, he had to know his stuff. The only reason that doll's there is because he probably created it. Which means he wouldn't give you a key to that room without giving you instructions on the new equipment, such as that doll. If he didn't want you actually experimenting with his toys, he wouldn't have given you a key. By the way, did he say anything about the usage of his property? The bungalows themselves, I mean."

"We act as if the place is ours; which reminds me, the sheets are in that closet outside," Jack replied, following his lovers in the bedroom. The sight of the bed brought a sudden lethargy, and any other conversation was pretty much going to wait, but Jack had one more question as they crawled into bed.

"Was the role play okay?"

Daniel smiled. "I think you know the answer."

Jason grinned. "Yeah, we know, don't we, Jack?"

"Best blow job I ever gave," Jack mumbled as he closed his eyes.

"I dare you to best it before we go home," Daniel replied as he snuggled against Jack and pulled Jason's arm around him.

Jack let the images in his mind form a few ideas as he drifted off to sleep.

~

Daniel retrieved his baggage from the second bungalow and stowed it in the bedroom of the first house. Putting on a new pair of shorts, the khakis, he looked over the tank top t-shirts, deciding which color to wear.

"Wear black," Jason told him, having chosen red with his white shorts.

"Why?"

"Because," Jason drawled, "you look good in black."

"He looks good in his black suit," Jack interrupted, having already dressed in white and blue, going barefoot like his lovers. "But Daniel looks good in white and baby blue tanks."

Jason pretended shocked surprise with a hand on his cheek. "Then you'd match!" he said in a higher pitched voice. He followed that by putting his hands on his hips and hamming it up as a gay fashion expert. He pulled out a white tank and a light blue tank and held each against Daniel's freshly dried bare chest. "Mmmmm. So luscious. You can wear anything. Of course, you'd look simply divine in the buff, don't you think so, Jack? But what would the neighbors say?"

Jack's laughing only made Daniel's worse and he doubled over, holding onto his knees. Jason reached out and jerked him upright, inhaling sharply like he'd been frightened. "Don't do that so soon after a shower! My goodness, don't you know it makes wrinkles in unflattering places? Gosh, we can't have that. Now come here and let me do something with that hair."

Daniel clamped a hand over Jason's mouth. "That's it, Jace. You're cut off. No more Queer Eye for you."

Jason gave him a dirty look and handed him the black tank top. "Wear this and shut the fuck up."

Daniel snickered, "Better," and put on the black shirt.

On the way to the kitchen, Jack looked his lovers over with a look that managed to be both bland and very filthy. Daniel wondered how the man managed to do that. "I really don't know why we bother wearing clothes," Jack finally said. "They'll only come off eventually."

"Yet that would take all the fun out of removing them," Daniel answered, beating Jason to it.

"There's that," Jack said, musing over the idea as they got to the kitchen but his stomach redirected his attention. "Breakfast first. Removing of Clothes options to be discussed later."

"Those two can sometimes coincide," Daniel remarked blandly. Jack pointedly refused to reply with anything other than throat clearing, but Jason cuffed him in the back.

"Smart ass. Don't give him any ideas. I want my food in me, not on me."

Daniel looked over his shoulder with a very filthy grin and received another cuff.

Breakfast itself became a three-person affair, sharing the tasks with a flow that would have most kitchen chefs envious. But the task of brewing the coffee went to Daniel when he spied an espresso machine next to the regular coffee maker.

With a happy sigh, he set to it, remarking, "I should let you know now, Jack. I'm in love with a man I've never met."

Jack, arranging the bacon in the pan fastidiously, set down the cooking fork to give an arch look across the large kitchen.  "Am I being replaced?" he asked with a mock-scowl.

"Not likely, but you never know so don't piss me off," Daniel answered without a single nuance in his tone. He wasn't looking at Jack either.

Jason sniggered as he whisked the eggs, giving Jack a smirk, and Jack responded with a smack on the arm. "You're supposed to be on my side in the ganging up thing."

"I am?" Jason asked, and paused to consider before adding, "Then it would probably help if you sucked up a little." That got him a snicker from across the kitchen. Jack's eyes narrowed as Jason licked his thumb and pulled it slowly from his mouth. "What? It was a perfectly reasonable suggestion."

Jack wondered how long it had been since he and Jason had had a serious teasing competition, and concluded it had been too long if he had to think about it. He slowly smiled, his eyes lighting up mischievously, and it only got worse when Jason stared back at him, trying to figure out what he was up to. Jack loved that look, he had to admit. It was the ubiquitous Are we having fun yet? look.

"Yes, a perfectly reasonable suggestion," Jack answered, and walked over, standing right behind him, pressing in, making sure that Jason could feel him through the shorts. He slowly reached around and grabbed a knife from the holder, then artistically flashed it before sliding the flat end up Jason's forearm, waiting for the inhale of surprised arousal. He then stepped away to chop up green peppers for the omelet.

Jason found himself standing there, not moving, holding the whisk in a death grip. When Jack had pressed against him and the knife had touched his arm, the only thing that Jason could concentrate on was the hopeful thought of Jack pushing him down, over the counter, and fucking him, just like that. The image and accompanying hard-on wouldn't let him go and Jason forced himself to let out a slow breath and relax. Most of him, anyway.

Daniel smiled around the rim of his coffee mug as he leaned against the opposite counter. Watching Jack mercilessly tease Jason was so much fun, and more so when he himself wasn't the recipient. "You are so in for it, Jason."

Jason watched Jack from the edge of his vision as he set aside the eggs and grabbed another knife to cut up the mushrooms. Yes, he was in for it. It was only a question of when. He didn't mind that. He didn't mind that at all. "I know," he said with a smile.

Regular conversation, if anything about the three men could be considered that, started up a few minutes later and in no time, they were sitting down to eat. Throughout the meal, there was light teasing about who knew how to cook eggs properly, which morphed into making eggs Benedict, and whether it should be served with actual eggs, or oysters. Without conscious effort, they stayed away from subjects about work or anything offworld and kept to things mundane. The atmosphere was relaxed and easy, and just what they needed. As they finished, talk inevitably turned to what they'd be doing for the next month. An entire month filled with nothing more constructive than cleaning the houses and doing laundry--and that was only because they had to wash their clothes as well as the sheets on the bed.

"So what do you want to do today?" Daniel asked.

"Sex," Jack answered. "Though I'm surprised I have any energy left after all the sex we had yesterday."

"I'm not," Daniel said. "We'd built it all up over the last three weeks. Tired or not, we got some of it out of our systems. I mean, it drove me nuts seeing you two every damn day and not be able to touch you, to tell you I loved you. I'm sorry if you don't want to be serious right now but--"

"No one said that," Jack interjected.

"Not me," Jason agreed.

"Yeah, well, I'll just get it out and over with. It drove me nuts not being able to tell you I loved you, just in case something bad happened, as it almost always does. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop and when we came home, I was still waiting for it until we landed in Hawaii. Now we get to relax, sleep whenever we want, eat whenever we want, get to make love, fuck. But isn't there something else to occupy our minds with while we're here?"

Jack and Jason looked at each other, then collectively--and predictably--said, "No."

"Listen, Daniel," Jack said, "I thought you agreed that this vacation was going to be one of a kind? A chance to live out some fantasies."

"I didn't think you were really serious," Daniel said honestly. "I mean, you guys might get bored. Me, I can sit around reading for half the day without noticing the time, but you two? I thought you might get bored."

"Of fantasy?" Jason asked, alarmed. "Tired maybe, but bored? No way."

Jack grinned. "What he said, Daniel. Besides, simple, everyday boredom can't happen, not with us. I may not have a boat to go fishing, and there may not be a place for Jace to run, but I don't really need to fish. If I wanted something to occupy my mind, I'd find it around here. Stef's got a decent selection of books and the computer room off the bedroom has some nice toys to play with and even more books on the hard drive."

"Did he tell you that or did you know that from before?" Daniel asked.

"He told me in the emails we've been exchanging. I've been planning this for a while, Daniel. I just never knew when we could actually pull it off. It would've been better in warmer weather, but hey, we grab what's available and run with it."

"So you really don't mind that there's actually nothing to do here? No chopping wood, fishing, yard work...?"

"Time to show you two the bat cave."

Daniel eyed him suspiciously. "I hope you don't mean a real bat cave."

Jack grinned ear to ear, got up, grabbed the keys off the counter, and signalled them to follow as he went out through the back doors and turned to his right. He stopped at another door that faced his direction instead of outward at the back yard, and unlocked it. The door opened inward, revealing a flight of descending stairs. They lead to a large, windowless, underground gym. Fresh air indicated that it was at least ventilated well.

"Before you ask, it's air-conditioned," Jack cracked, then pointed to a treadmill that sat to the far left. "If you want to run, Jace, there's your route."

The room's other equipment consisted of just about everything, including an assortment of weight machines and free weights, a ping pong table, several stretching mats, and in the far right corner was a doorless, partitioned square room, revealing a jacuzzi bath inside.

"Daniel, there's lots to do. Upstairs you have reading material. If you want to get your hands dirty, there's a tool shed in the boathouse so you can garden. If you want to swim, there's a pool. There's a shitload of stuff to do here that only requires you to think about it instead of having the obvious out in front of you. We don't have the suburbs, no. We have this, and this, in my opinion, is better...if isolated."

Daniel gave him a slow smile. "You're one hell of a secretive bastard, which is why I love you."

"That's what I was thinking," Jason agreed and slapped Jack on the ass.

"You're cruising," Jack warned.

Jason pursed his lips. "Payback for teasing me. I'm going to get my shoes and have a good run."

"Me, I'm gonna lie around naked. I still don't see why we need our clothes, removal options aside."

"Unless you plan to work out in the nude," Jason offered with a cringe.

"Good point," Jack answered.

They left to return upstairs and Daniel made a beeline for the bedroom. "I'm having a look in the computer room but I need my pilot. Maybe I'll find digital books to transfer, if they're in compatible format."

"There should be," Jack told him with an enigmatic smile.

Daniel looked at him sharply, trying to figure out what he meant. "I hate it when you do that."

"I know."

With a sigh, he asked, "This place is connected to the 'net?"

"Yeah, why?"

"So I can check my email."

"Expecting a message from anyone?" Jason asked as he put on his sneakers.

"No. I have to clear the spam from my account before it loads up. Haven't done it in a few days."

"So what's on the menu for today, other than the usual?" Jason asked.

"It's just a suggestion, but how about actually unpacking?" Jack said, watching Jason and Daniel make a face. None of them were used to visiting one place for very long. It was hard to remember to unpack.

Daniel ran his fingers through his hair. "Shit, I forgot."

"Me, too," Jason admitted. "I'll get that done later, though. If anyone needs me, I'll be downstairs." Jason gave Jack a quick kiss on the side of his head. "Thanks."

"You're welcome. Don't wear yourself out, Jace. Save some for the rest of us."

"Always," Jason said, then slapped him on the ass again and left.

"Is he sending me a message?" he asked, rubbing his ass.

"I don't know, Jack. Ya think?"  Daniel easily ducked the cuff upside the head.  "So what're you wanting to do today?"

"I have no idea, and I like that," Jack answered as he unzipped the larger bag of his luggage. "But after I'm done unpacking, I think I'll go pretend to work out just so I can watch Jason sweat."

"He'll watch you right back."

"He might not. You know how focused he gets, which is what I'm counting on. It'll allow me to focus all my energy on him."

"You're evil, you are."

"It's a gift."

.

A few hours later, Daniel found himself glued to the screen in the computer room. A lot of the hard drive's folders were password encrypted but the literary folder and its sub-folders weren't. For which Daniel found himself quite thankful. While he'd found a few books worth reading, what he'd found more intriguing was filed under erotica. Nice, safe title, and Daniel had half-dreaded finding mushy, romance novel crap. Instead... he'd found porn.

Some of it was fan fiction, even Gotham fan fiction, but most of it were stories either written by Stef himself or stuff he'd found and saved. The stories by Stef were interesting, though most weren't his thing. The others, on the other hand, were. A mixture of all types of categories and all of it gay sex and hot as hell.

As a result, Daniel had succumbed to one of his rare indulgences:  jerking off to sex stories. He needed to show the guys, perhaps read them aloud to them. One grand idea was to read them as bedtime stories and watch them react. He might even get Jack and Jason to enact a few for him. God, that idea hadn't gone away, either.

And now...right now... his left hand controlled the mouse and his right hand was inside his shorts, firmly locked around his cock, with his thumb the only moving part. Slowly teasing himself with that warm glow of pleasure that sooner or later would drive him to stop ignoring the lust and bring it to its normal conclusion.

Except he had to show his lovers. Had to. He didn't want to get off without them. It would be so much hotter. But first, he had to download them to his laptop, which was in the bedroom. But he was still reading. He kept telling himself, "Okay, I'll go after this paragraph...okay, after this page...make that before the next story..."

.

Jack had put aside his own workout as he'd told Daniel he would. The sight-seeing was definitely preferable: To watch the sweat glisten and bead on Jason's skin as he lay on the bench press and pushed the handles up again and again and again. The muscles of his body were taut, stored with energy. Jack could see the outline of one very specific muscle, yet that one lay hidden, unused. His mouth and hands twitched with body memory. That muscle should straining like the others; wet, to match his skin.

Jack knew he was making himself insane, but he couldn't help it. It was just like those times in the SGC gym, watching Jason work out, and just like all those other times, what Jack wanted to do more than anything was go over there, pull down Jason's shorts while he worked out and take that...

Jack abruptly cut himself off with a surprised realization. What the hell was he doing? Why was he standing there fantasizing about this, for cryin' out loud? There was no one around to report him, stop him, or otherwise object.  Shit.

Wiping his hands over his shirt, Jack moved quickly and efficiently. He pushed Jason's open legs further apart to give him room--registering somewhere that he loved the way Jason gasped in shock--and straddled the end of the bench. Curling his fingers over the front waistband of Jason's shorts, he grabbed tightly and pulled down, releasing the semi-flaccid cock from its confines.

"Jack, dammit--" Jason started, with the clang of the weights coming down.

"Keep working," Jack said quietly, and with his mouth practically watering, took the hot, silky muscle inside, down to the root, sucked in his cheeks and slowly pulled back to the head. There was a startled exclamation followed by a moan but Jack wasn't paying attention. Jason tasted good, all salt and musk and soap, and Jack moaned with need over the muscle as he took it back in to repeat the same procedure again. And again. Jason's cock responded nicely.

.

Jason's eyes went round as dinner plates, his elbows locked as he held the weights over his head.

Mother Fucking Sonofabitch!

He tried to breath as he usually did when bench pressing, but he couldn't. Pushing the weights up--as Jack told him to keep doing--was difficult to do with a mouth around his goddamn cock. Jason kept holding his breath, closing his eyes; kept locking his elbows, holding the handles over his head as some sort of leverage whenever Jack sucked. His cock thrummed with blood, balls now small and tense and tight. Jack's hands never left his waistband; only his mouth was on him, and god, he was doing him slow, taking his time, and Jason was going to kill him if he didn't bring him off soon.

.

Jack loved doing this--to Jason, to Daniel. Loved making them crazy with need, feeling them writhe and twitch and jerk and thrust, begging to be brought off. It never took long to make them beg.

Unfortunately for Jason...and very likely Jack's own health...Jack didn't intend to bring him off. He only wanted to play, and to keep playing. If he brought him off, then Jason's pleasure would end and Jack didn't want it to end. Of course, he knew how Jason felt, and while he didn't want to piss him off, sometimes the payback was well worth it. He was in the mood for Jason to go 'alpha' on him. Jack kept his actions slow, loving how he wound Jason up to the boiling point, but when he detected that tiny little tremor on the underside of Jason's cock, he pulled away, grinning evilly when Jason's eyes flew open and locked on his with astonished shock.

"Jack!" came the expected response.

Jack let go of Jason's waistband, covering the swollen cock most of the way. "What?"

Jason was frustrated to say the least. "What do you mean 'what'? Have you lost--"

Jack pushed off the bench before Jason could finish and took a few steps to the side, watching Jason's eyes narrow dangerously with the light behind them darkening for revenge.

"He's going to come after me," came Jack's next thought. "He'll...Hey, where's he going?"

.

Jason walked around him and started up the stairs.

"Where the hell are you going?" Jack asked, confused and feeling his own aggravation rising rather quickly.

Jason stopped and looked over his shoulder. "While I like your little teasing games most of the time, I'm not in the mood for them right now." His expression altered from angry to threatening. "If you're not going to finish what you started, I know someone who will."

"Wait, wait, wait. Just get your ass back down here," Jack ordered, reaching the bottom step and pointing next to him.

Jason knew what Jack was doing, of course, and he didn't blame him. But dammit, the man had to play fair; that little scene had had Jason damn near getting off and pulling away at that moment had been cruel and unusual punishment. "Are you going to finish what you started?" he asked.

Jack hesitated before saying, "Yes," which was Jackspeak for "Eventually."

Jason turned and proceeded up the stairs.

Growling, Jack went after him...climbing just as gingerly because getting Jason hard always made him hard -- actions that went together like meat and potatoes, bread and butter, Butch and Sundance. He grabbed Jason's arm at the top of the stairs and pushed him against the door, mouth on his a second later for a deep, probing kiss. Jason didn't respond with any other body part but his lips, which said that Jack wasn't forgiven. And why should he be?

"Where should I finish you?" Jack asked, giving in because he always did. His dick always overrode his brain with distractingly hot images. "Right here?"

"Bedroom."

"Too far to walk in the state we're in."

"Then stay here and recoup your...loss.  I'll be in the bedroom.  On the bed.  Shorts around my ankles.  Fist around my--"

"Shut up and lead the way."

.

Daniel walked into the bedroom with a small amount of difficulty. Good thing his shorts weren't the tight ones. He made a beeline to grab his laptop but stopped when his eyes rested on the bedside table.

He was reminded of Jason's quick dismissal of the contents the night before and curiosity redirected him. Looking over his shoulder at the door, he grinned to himself and walked over. He opened the top drawer, just in case Jason hadn't pulled out everything. Daniel expected to find the usual, along with the lube and assorted aids, and he did. There wasn't anything else out of the ordinary.

Opening the second drawer, he found three pairs of black leather gloves. Next to them, jars of leather soap and conditioner. Behind them, a rough leather collar with silver studs and two rings on opposite sides. Presumably for attachment to chains or a leash? Closing the drawer, he opened the third and gaped, wondering if this was what had made Jason close the drawer in a hurry.

Sitting solitary in the drawer was a compartmented silver tray with a translucent lid. The divided sections of the tray were filled with make-up items:  Lipstick and lip liner; mascara, eye liner, eyebrow brush and pencil; eye shadows of different colors, blush, and applicator brushes; and then face foundation, sponges, and a powder container. No wonder Jason had shut this drawer. It would have...well, redirected their attention and in so doing, put an undesired interruption in the mood. Daniel couldn't help but smirk as he shook his head and closed the drawer. Who wore the make-up? he wondered.

Reopening the second drawer, he pulled out one pair of the gloves. They were extremely soft, and probably kidskin. He pulled on the left, then the right, flexing and smoothing them over his knuckles. He couldn't help the idea that came to him, nor the image that followed. The gloves would feel sensual on the skin, and divine on a cock.

He was tempted. The desire to feel the leather on him had him standing there staring at his hands for a minute or two, trying to make up his mind if he should wait till later.

"Find something?" Jack whispered.

Daniel nearly jumped two feet and half-turned, lost his balance and his lovers' arms shot out and stopped him from falling back.

Jack and Jason couldn't help but laugh, even when Daniel glowered at them for startling him. Not too dismayed by finding their attentions diverted, they took Daniel's gloved hands in one of their own.

"Nice," Jack said, petting the glove. "What were you thinking about?"

"Tying you two down and jerking you off till you beg me to make you come," Daniel barked as he pushed away from them and walked across the room.

"Interesting coincidence," Jason mumbled, glancing at Jack before looking into the drawer. He pulled out another pair of gloves and looked them over before pulling them on. If Daniel had been thinking what he was thinking now, that would explain the jumpiness.

Jack growled a tease in his ear, watching Jason put on the gloves. "Whatcha doin'?" he asked in his ear.

"What's it look like?" Jason answered.

"Want me to put that last pair on?" he asked.

"What do you think?"

"Awfully snarky," Jack teased against Jason's ear before leaning around him and taking the last pair in the drawer. The gloves went on in a perfect fit and Jack ran his right hand back and forth over Jason's. "Want me to use this?" he asked, pressing in close to once more whisper in his ear.

"Fuck yes," Jason answered gruffly as he turned around, pulled Jack in, and kissed him hard.

Across the room, Daniel was embarrassed and made himself busy to cover it in case they noticed. Although a glance at them said they weren't going to. As he opened the chiffonier's double-doored top half, he wondered what the hell his lover had been up to but the contents of the wardrobe grabbed his attention instead.

The top part of the dresser was divided equally in two, with a wardrobe on the right, small drawers on the left. The wardrobe section was filled with leather clothes hung from hangers on a clothing rod. He glanced to his right and had to shut the right door slightly. They were still kissing... wearing the other two pairs of gloves. Interesting, but not surprising.

He'd meant his earlier threat as a threat, but they apparently liked the idea. As Daniel watched, he realized that they'd been up to something. Both were hard. Had Jack teased Jason down in the gym and come upstairs to finish the job?

Embarrassment gone, Daniel felt a little guilty for snapping at them and needed to make it up to them, but first, he had to break them up. "What, no smart-ass remarks to my threat, gentlemen?" Spotting the riding crop hanging from the neck of a clothes hanger, he took it down and walked around the open doors of the dresser, slapping its leather thong in his left palm.

His lovers broke apart and stared at the sight of Daniel with a crop. "Very nice, Daniel," Jack quipped. "Where's your horse?"

"I'm looking at him," Daniel said with a squint and waggled the crop. "Watch it or I'll spank your little flank."

"I dare you," Jack sent back and Jason whispered that Daniel would call him on it.

"What would you do if I actually did it?" Daniel smirked and disappeared behind the wardrobe door.

Jack pursed his lips as Jason favored him with a smug look. "Told you."

"Shut up."

"Besides," Daniel went on, raising his voice a hair. "I don't think light slaps with this crop would do you any good. I need a big, wide leather strap."

"Very funny."

Daniel smiled to himself as he browsed through the clothing, noting certain items before moving on to the three large horizontal drawers below that made up the bottom section of the chiffonier. Without hesitation, he opened the first one.

"Wow."

He found several large, blood-red velvet drawstring pouches, labelled with red strips of silk and white thread. Wrist-to-ankle one said. Wrist-to-thigh another said. The others were single cuffs with lining differences. Velvet lining was listed on one, then Fleece, Silk, and Suede. Next to them, without pouches, lay three sets of 'police' handcuffs, one of them painted black.

Next to them were three leather gags with velcro fastenings. Two of them didn't have the ball gag Daniel was used to seeing in pictures. Instead, one of the gags was shaped like a very short cock, and the other had no mouth insert at all; just an extra leather patch behind the mouth section. Looking back at the one with the cock gag, Daniel was absurdly reminded of a child's pacifier and he couldn't help the short, naughty laugh.

From the corner of his eye, he saw his lovers approach. This should prove interesting. He took the plain gag from the drawer and rolled it up, hiding it in his fist. He had a use for it later.

Jason walked up on his left, Jack on his right, and Daniel looked over their flushed cheeks and bruised lips.

"What's got you two so wound up?"

"Jack," Jason said.

"Jason," Jack answered.

Daniel only nodded... with a twitch at his mouth.

"What's got you laughing?" Jason then asked.

Daniel picked up the gag and showed it to them. Jason snorted.

With a grin, Jack took it from him. "And this made you laugh?"

"I was thinking of a different type of... pacifier."

His lovers tried not to laugh but there were soft noises coming from their throats, which Daniel interrupted when he brushed the back of his leather-covered fingers over Jason's mouth. "How's this feel?" he asked seductively. Jason stared at his mouth, and Daniel was sure he was going to say something, but he just put his arm around his waist and landed a hard, passionate kiss instead, stealing his breath away. When Jason let him go, he licked his lips. "Just what I needed, but I'd like more in a little while."

"I'll give you more now, if you like."

Forcing his eyes back to the drawer's contents, Daniel pointed. "First, I'd like you to choose one of these. Have a look, Jace. Bondage galore."

There was a change in mood as Jason looked down, reached in, but then pulled his hand back. "Quite an assortment, I'd say," he remarked softly.

Jack saw the look on Jason's face and he wasn't worried... exactly, but something was amiss. "Jason, seen these before somewhere?"

Glancing at Jack, Daniel reached up and touched Jason's jaw, redirecting his attention toward him. "What's wrong?"

Jason shook his head and moved to one side, looking into the drawer. "Nothing exactly. Just... give me a sec." He reached in, and this time, pulled open the pouch that read wrist-to-ankle. He dumped the contents out, into the drawer itself, and after taking a good long look, sighed with relief. Glancing up at both his lovers, he took a longer look when he saw the intensity of their gaze. "Sorry, it was just a sudden and rather spooky reminder of the past." He picked up the restraints and examined them, not realizing that his hands were shaking until Daniel's hand wrapped around his wrist.

"Jason?"

Jason felt the rapid flush over his skin and his heart beat faster over what the contents of the pouch implied. The fear that had gripped him momentarily was gone. What replaced it was confusion mixed with an odd sort of excitement. He wasn't comfortable with some of the images that came to mind and he pushed them away as suddenly as they'd appeared.

"What's going on?" Jack asked as he took the double restraints from Jason's hands and placed them back in the drawer.

With an effort, Jason said, "Fear of change, I think."

That pulled a bit of surprise from his lovers.

"About?" Daniel asked, leaning against the dresser to face him.

"Domination," Jason admitted. "I have a deep fear of it. You know that mission I mentioned? Well, I nearly came away from it with an unhealthy attraction for pain and the wrong end of domination. I thought I'd gotten rid of the fear. Seeing these restraints brought it back, but at least... the fear isn't as bad. But it's still there unfortunately. And I'm also kind of confused. No, sorry, I am a lot confused."

It shouldn't still bother him, Jason thought. The restraints in front of him were different, but they still represented an old fear forced on him by something else that had nearly perverted his love of bondage.

Daniel and Jack were suddenly worried and misconstrued what he was saying. "Jason?" Daniel started, "Is your love of bondage related to--"

"No, no, Daniel. I'm not... I don't... I liked it long before that mission."

"So, okay then. You wanna talk about it now, or later?" Jack asked carefully.

"Later," Jason said quickly. "Much later." The fear, he realized, also rid him of his erection. He squeezed his eyes shut in anger and regret. He had to get control of himself and he laughed out loud in embarrassment. "I feel so stupid, reacting like this."

"Jason, don't do that," Jack told him.

Jason sighed and laughed again. "I'll be fine, Jack." He may not want to talk about the mission, but he had to examine his feelings, his desires, right damn now, or he'd never be able to without fear intruding where it didn't belong. So what was it that bothered him? "Okay, um, right now, I need to reassure myself that bondage doesn't mean submission, not like the Domination-Submission scene practices anyway. Just the thought scares me, makes me rebel. I mean, I know the difference between forced submission and voluntary submission, so it's not that. It's my reaction to submission itself. It's confusing me, looking at those restraints, because I want to experiment. I see those," and he pointed nervously, "and I'm excited by them, but only regarding sex. Only that. Nothing else. I like, no, love it when you..."

Jason swallowed, hard. He'd never really told them and supposed now was the time, but he had to close his eyes to do it, to concentrate on the words. "When you take control of me, when I'm held down past the point of pain, then fucked so stupid I forget my own name. It's when you force me to experience the ultimate boundaries of my own sexual pleasure. Only then do I want or need you to dominate me. What I'm afraid of is that I may change someday and want it outside the bedroom."

"Nothing abnormal so far, Jace," Jack told him. "It's okay to feel that stuff, and feel stupid for being confused. That's also part of this vacation, you know. Testing limits. If this is scary, then you go step by step, either mentally or physically, until the fear is gone. It's taken me years to be able to reach the point where you can tie me up. That Daniel found a hidden kink in me is fucking amazing. So, I understand, Jace. More than you think. So does Daniel."

Jason opened his eyes finally, nodding. "I thought I had this stuff handled but..."

"It's okay," Jack told him as he put an arm around his shoulders and gave him a firm kiss on the temple. "Did that room give you the same feelings?"

Jason let out a frustrated laugh. "No, and that's part of the confusion. I can't figure out what that room elicited other than it made me uncomfortable."

"Do you want to move on, look at what else is in here?" Daniel asked.

"Yeah," Jason confirmed. "Let's um, move on."

Daniel bent down and opened the second drawer. It was filled with masks... and hoods. Daniel gave Jason a look of apprehension but Jason rolled his eyes and indicated he wasn't bothered.

"Like I said, I'm prepared now. It won't happen again."

"Okay," Daniel drew out.

The masks' size covered only the eyes and nose, and most were made of black velvet or leather, but some were of silver or gold metal. All had silk ribbons for ties so these were not the cheap models. There were four hoods, each made of black leather and meant specifically to cover the entire head, with holes only for the mouth and nose.

Daniel didn't like them and from the expressions on Jason's and Jack's faces, neither did they. The hoods would make him feel too much like an object, not to mention claustrophobic. That was something that Daniel simply would not tolerate. Besides, most of the time, he had to see the face of his lover, and when he didn't, he was either blindfolded or face down. Either way, his face was free.

The masks, on the other hand...

"You know, you look good wearing these," Jack told him and picked up a velvet mask. He handed it to Daniel, who then grinned and handed it to Jason.

"So does Jace."

Jason took it almost shyly, looking it over while Daniel opened the third drawer.

The drawer held only two items. Harnesses.

Jack cleared his throat. "I remember Stef explaining these once. They're made specifically for their owner, so we'll just leave those alone."

Daniel nodded and closed the drawer, then reopened the first one, took out a pouch containing single cuffs and walked over to the bed. Before his lovers could see what he was doing, he quickly shoved the gag under the pillow. "Jason?" he asked, opening the pouch.

"What?" he answered as he and Jack joined Daniel next to the bed.

"Do want to put off bondage while we're--"

"No, Daniel, and don't walk on eggshells. I'm fine."

"You don't sound so sure though," Jack said as he sat down at the foot of the bed, bringing one knee up while keeping the other leg straight, foot on the floor. Leaning against the post, he regarded Jason carefully while Daniel sat opposite him, his back against the headboard.

"So, what about these?" Daniel asked, opening the pouch and depositing four two-inch cuffs of studded black leather, velvet-lined, into his lap. He picked them up and examined them, realizing that they were soft and flexible, worn but well taken care of.

"These are fine," Jason said, taking one of them. "I just got a little spooked by the other stuff. Tie me down if you don't believe me."

Surprising the hell out of him, Daniel took him at his word, hoping to distract him away from the confusion and apprehension. He moved on top of him, straddling his hips, and looked down, showing Jason his intense, wide eyes.

Jason abruptly groaned. "Shit, you're feeling my anger, aren't you, Daniel?"

Daniel blinked. On the Beta Site, he'd quickly learned to put up walls about his empathic gift and had gotten used to them being there. But here, the walls were gone. "I was, was being the operative word. So it had me thinking. Maybe I could..."  Daniel paused, because his idea suddenly sounded invasive, if not a downright violation of privacy.

"What?"

"No, never mind."

"Daniel," Jason warned. "Don't do that. Tell me."

"I was just thinking that if I concentrate my empathic ability outward, maybe I could replace your negative feelings, but it smacks of privacy violation."

Jack and Jason's mouths fell open and a second later, they began to laugh.

"What?" Daniel asked, feeling a little perturbed. He didn't like being made fun of.

"Sorry," Jason replied, wiping his mouth in some strange effort to stop the laughter. "It's just that...Daniel, privacy violation? I've been enjoying your privacy violations for two years now. I've also had you in my head, talking to me. Trust me, Daniel. If I'd had any objections before now, you'd have known."

Jack sniggered and bit his lips shut. He was not going to say a word. Not.

Daniel looked between him and Jason and his mouth twisted in an effort not to smile at the ironic humor of it all. If anyone was to make fun of him, it would be himself, and at the moment, he was making fun of himself all over the place.

"Um...right."

There was a bit more laughter, then Jason gently grabbed the back of his neck and pulled Daniel in. "Besides, there's no need." He smiled and touched Daniel's cheek. "I think you've already succeeded." When Daniel took his hand in his, the good mood deepened, and altered slightly.

Jason took hold of one of Daniel's fingers and playfully inserted half of it in his mouth as he bit down on the second knuckle. Then with a suck, he removed the finger, leaving the leather dark and wet. "Nice."

Daniel snorted and pushed at him. "So, you're feeling better?"

Jason took a deep breath and nodded, and when he glanced at Jack, he found him suddenly thoughtful. "What?"

"I get it, you know," Jack told him.

"Get what?" Jason asked.

"The bondage dilemma."

"Except you're not into bondage, Jack."

"I don't think I could be strung up like a side of beef, no, but there's other stuff I don't mind..." and he grinned cheekily. "Which is your fault, you know."

He watched the muscles relax in Jason's body and was immensely relieved. Jason had to be calmed down or the idiot he loved like crazy would dwell. "Whatever fantasies you have, Jason, about any form of bondage, let's try them. If they're scary, we stop and you'll know."

Jason nodded quickly. "Okay, but not tonight and not tomorrow. I'll let you know when."

Daniel allowed his empathic ability to reach out and feel what Jason felt; to enable him to understand, and more importantly, to help. The fear wasn't there, as Jason had said, but there was some confusion and mixed feelings in his lover.

"I think what you need is to have your attention redirected," Daniel said as he slipped his hands under Jason's arms. "What do you think?"

"I think you're right," Jason said, getting that wonderful butterfly feeling deep in his belly just before Daniel attacked his mouth, arousing him not just with his tongue, but with his body, moving in a gentle wave against him. Jason responded, kissing him back for all he was worth.

Daniel slowly pulled back, feeling every separation as he lifted his mouth from Jason's; he breathed against his lips, then let him go and pushed up until he was kneeling back once more. He glanced over at Jack, finding the man reclined on his side, head propped in his hand, aroused look in his eyes. Daniel was suddenly reminded of how the two looked when they came in and startled him.

"So..." he started, narrowing his eyes with mock-suspicion. "What were you two up to when you came in here?"

Jason snorted. "Jack was being a tease, and needed to finish what he started."

Jack grinned devilishly. "I like watching you squirm," he taunted, and drew a finger down Jason's bicep. The touch sent an obvious shiver through Jason's body and Jason growled at him.

Daniel let a grin of amusement show and he drew a leather-clad finger down Jason's chest. "Me, too."

"Is that so?" Jason replied, trying to sound bland but he never could master that. He always ended up sounding threatening instead. Or so his lovers' expressions would insinuate. May as well take advantage of that fact, he thought, and with a yelp of surprise from Daniel, he grabbed him and flipped them over. Disheveled and abruptly flushed, Daniel looked... "You want me to make you squirm?" Jason asked, and dropped down, kissing him hard, while his gloved hand slid down Daniel's stomach and under his shorts.

"Ow!" Daniel complained, wincing.

Jason grimaced, though he didn't look all that sorry. "Sorry. Leather gloves and pubic hair don't mix well."

"Be careful, will you?" Daniel scolded, but it was half-hearted really, what with Jason's hand around his cock. That leather felt damn good and he moaned in appreciation.

"How's that feel?" Jason asked.

With a grin of impishness, Daniel reached between them and under Jason's shorts, returning the caress and gaining a loud groan from his affectionate lover. "About how that feels, I expect."

"Quite right," Jason breathed, and kissed him again.

Watching them, Jack couldn't help but reach out and slide his own gloved hand under Jason's shorts and over his ass. With his hand there, the shorts were pulled too tight against his and Daniel's wrists, but they didn't seem to mind. There was a solution, after all. He withdrew his hand, then suggested, "Time for clothes removal I think."

Jason let out a hitched breath. "You two certainly know how to make a man hard as hell."

Daniel gave him a soft, seductive smile before removing his own hand, then pushed Jason up, making him straddle him. He reached to his right and took one of the four restraints, holding it between them like an offering. "Can you wear these without any problems, or has that changed?" He hoped Jason would say yes, even knowing it was his own selfish desire to bind him.

"I can definitely wear them," Jason said automatically. And he could. That, at least, had not changed with the aggravating confusion. He took the cuff from Daniel's hand and placed it around his left wrist, buckling the strap. There was no fear; only the slowly churning desire in having them on and the excitement in why they were on--anticipation of what would come. He held out his right hand.

Daniel retrieved the other one and gave it to him, watching with growing desire and fascination as Jason strapped it onto his right wrist.

Jason held his hands out slightly to his side, displaying himself. "So what's on your mind, Daniel?"

With the knowledge that everything was pretty much back to normal, and that Daniel could act on the idea he'd had, he grabbed Jason and copied his earlier move, flipping them over and putting Jason on his back. He grinned down at him with a mischievous look, then picked up the other two restraints. "For your ankles," he said, watching Jason's eyes darken considerably.

"Where?" Jack asked, taking one of the cuffs and moving to Jason's feet.

Jason inhaled sharply as he felt the leather wrap around his left ankle just above the bone. "Fuck," he whispered, and a spreading warmth ran through his body as Daniel reached back and handed Jack the other restraint...all the while keeping their eyes locked. With the other restraint on him, there was a tiny bit of fear, but this time, it was different. Not apprehension, but anticipation of the unknown.

"How do you feel?" Jack asked, returning to previous position.

Jason looked at him, then up at Daniel. "Aroused."

"Good," Daniel replied. "Here's where they'll go," and he pointed at the headboard. There were two six-inch rings just above the height of the pillows, one on the left side, one on the right. Jason grinned at him and nodded with understanding, knowing that wasn't all.

"Ankles?"

Daniel pointed skyward.

The tops of the gauze curtains had hidden them, but from his angle, Jason could see better. In the front of the wooden box frame overhead were two thick hooks bolted into the wood. Daniel moved off him, lying onto his side. "There are black chains hanging from hooks in the back of the chiffonier," he explained quietly. "I'm thinking they go up there." He then reached down and tugged the left cuff on Jason's ankle, finger inserting into a ring attached to the leather. He lifted, bringing Jason's leg up. "They seem to be accommodating for...suspension."

Jason felt a deep, unanswered desire rise inside him. This wasn't a common fantasy of his, but it had crossed his mind whenever Daniel had held up his legs by the ankles. Taking in the look in Daniel's eyes, Jason thought that maybe having his legs spread like a wide V, he would probably be fulfilling some fantasy of Daniel's, too.

After a moment, he said, "I want it."  There was a sudden groan from Jack, and Jason was delightfully surprised by Jack's quick move on top of him, hands pinning his wrists to the bed while his lover's tongue thoroughly explored his mouth.

Jason bucked upward, his groin meeting Jack's, and that only wound Jack up more, moving to his throat. Jason tipped his head back, trying to give Jack more, but when Jack bit over his collarbone and tried to move down, he was blocked by the t-shirt. Jack sat up, letting Jason's wrists go. "Let's get these clothes off before we get too far, shall we?"

They stripped down quickly, t-shirts and shorts, sans underwear, hitting the floor. Deliberately provocative, Jack pushed Jason onto his back, straddled his thighs, and took his own cock in hand. Biting his lip at the wonderful feel of leather around his sensitive skin, Jack pulled at his cock with long, leisurely strokes.

Jason took in a breath, eyes roaming all over the body of his lover while he reached down to stroke himself, matching Jack's rhythm easily. He couldn't keep his free hand to himself, and Jack couldn't either. While their right hands were busy, their left hands took advantage off all that skin presented before them.

Daniel watched them, wanting to join in, but he had plans. So satisfied that they were sufficiently distracted, he grabbed the mask off the bed and went back to the chiffonier. He felt wired, as if he'd had ten cups of coffee in half an hour; the anticipation made him almost giddy. Looking into the wardrobe, and finding what he wanted, he spotted a blindfold and took that too. There were snap rings in a small bucket and he grabbed four. There were more than two sets of chains, but he chose the three-foot lengths hoping they were adequate. Jason's legs had to be high enough to bring his ass a few inches off the bed. Daniel needed his lover's weight suspended.

Looking at the leather clothes, a smile came to his face. Going through them quietly, he took some pieces down and quickly went behind the privacy screen that stood to the right of the dresser. He set the buttonless vest on the chair behind him, then proceeded to pull the black trousers on. The laced crotch was easy to close, tying over an inner flap that fit over his crotch. They weren't snug or uncomfortable; in fact, they felt wonderful.

The vest came next, and it too had laces, but Jason had told him time and again that he loved the look of Daniel with his shirt open so that made the decision for him. Next, he picked up the mask he'd brought with him, fitted it over his eyes and tied its silk ribbon around his head. He started to take a step away from the screen but caught movement out of the corner of his eyes.

There was a floor length mirror behind the chair, hanging on the wall in the corner and he took a look at himself. He wanted to laugh. With the gloves on, all he needed were gauntlets and a sword, for cryin' out loud. Maybe a big black tattoo down one arm. He then pictured Jack or Jason wearing what he had on. He suddenly didn't feel so silly. And more appropriately, the thought of them reacting like he just had made him feel even less silly.

He looked at his hair and it was too flat, like it always went after a shower. The mask only made it look worse. He untied it and dropped it on the chair, and ran his hands through his hair, messing it up, making it look just a little spiky. Now he looked a bit tousled, the way his lovers liked. He smiled. And left the mask off.

Daniel couldn't help but feel nervous. This vacation was certainly bringing out all sorts of feelings in him, half of which he had yet to share with his lovers. He'd do that in time but for now, it would be better to keep them to himself. After all, the really good fantasies, long or short, were ones that were sprung on you at the last minute. Well, mostly. There was also something to be said for the anticipation of a planned seduction...and a really hot fuck.

Daniel had his plan for Jason, but didn't have one for Jack. He certainly couldn't tie him up like Jason; Jack wouldn't allow his legs up like that, anyway. He could do something else for Jack, but wasn't quite sure what, other than the usual. Perhaps having Jack sit in that chair by that desk that sat to the right of the French doors? He could tie him to it, make Jack watch?

Unless he took care of Jack first and made Jason watch. But then, Jason wouldn't see what was going on if his legs were suspended...

Another minute of contemplation, and Daniel decided that perhaps it was better to let Jack choose; he probably had his own ideas, knowing him, and those usually ended up as pretty damn good ones. Just the thought of Jack doing something he didn't know about made Daniel shiver, holding back a groan as his cock reacted appropriately against the confines of the leather.

A moan from the bed got Daniel's attention, reminding him that he was taking just a bit too long...not that Jack and Jason were getting restless or bored. Oh no, and they weren't going to wait on him, either, so he'd better hurry the hell up. He couldn't blame them really, but this was his show today, or at least it was with Jason. Daniel couldn't figure out how that had happened, but he supposed it was Jason really who'd accidentally instigated it all. If it was an accident. Daniel considered that possibility and a smile spread across his face. Well then. Time to give Jason exactly what he wanted. With Daniel's touch to it, of course.

"If you mess with my plans, I'll just have to get off without you," he warned, picking up the items he'd taken from the wardrobe. He stuffed the blindfold in his pocket, then stepped out from behind the screen. He let his smile alter, becoming a bit more provocative and dangerous. They were still jerking off, but they were kissing, too, and it was Jack who was now on his back. Daniel cleared his throat. "There's always that doll. I'm sure it could get me off quite nicely."

They broke apart, laughing, but when they looked over at him, their laughter died with a gasp. They were like twins, the two of them, sitting up and gaping at him. They were speechless during the time it took Daniel to reach the bed, and Daniel made it 'worse' by spreading his arms out, palms up, showing Jason specifically what he held.

"What? You've seen me in leather before, haven't you?" he asked. He grinned at the chains in his hand. "Although perhaps not with this particular accessory."

"Jesus H. Christ," Jack whispered, and any damn ability to think had just flown south. "You are one sexy, fucking bastard."

Jason told himself not to move. Leather...with laces. And those chains... shit. Shit. Shit.   He wouldn't attack him, he ordered himself repeatedly. He would not attack him. "God, you're...fucking gorgeous."

Daniel grinned at him, laid the chains down and leaned over, taking hold of Jason's left wrist. He attached a snap to the connecting ring. "Guess what time it is?"

"Are those clothes for me?" Jason asked coyly.

"You're answering a question with a question, Jason," Daniel admonished lightly, moving onto the bed and crawling over him without hesitation until he was looking straight down into his eyes. "You are a very, very, very bad boy." He was breathing against his lover's lips now, eyes half-closed. "You need to be punished," he whispered seductively, inhaling him like an alpha male picking up a mating scent. "You know what happens now and you can't get away. It's much too late."

With a groan, Jason moved backward up the bed, going a bit slower than he could because Daniel crawled with him, over him, not moving away... as if he didn't trust Jason not to escape. When he reached the pillows, Daniel took his wrist and attached the cuff to the left ring in the headboard while Jason ran his free hand over Daniel's leather, caressing the hard muscles before he stopped at his groin, rubbing the definite outline.

Daniel gave Jason a dark look and covered his hand, but instead of doing anything to help him, he gently pried his hand away and pulled it to the right side of the headboard. He secured the cuff with another snap, watching Jason's hand flex with the desire to touch, and looked down at him. "Very bad boy," he repeated, and he leaned in against the headboard, rubbing his cock against Jason's hand. "You had your chance," he said, pulling away when Jason tried to caress him. He moved down Jason's right side, stopping next to his hips, and laid his hand over Jason's shaft, rubbing his palm over it. Jason bit his lip and groaned.

Daniel gave him the hint of a smile and said, "Nice," then rubbed harder.

Jason bucked into his touch and fought back another groan. Daniel's touch was exciting and erotic, the leather giving him shocks of pleasure over his skin, and there was no way he could resist it.

"You're aiming to drive me insane," Jason said between clenched teeth, overwhelmed with desire caused by the way his lover looked and acted.

"That's the plan," Daniel answered. Kneeling there next to Jason, Daniel felt his leather pants stretch to accommodate him but they were still a little snug. He couldn't wait to take them off, but only down over his ass. He had no intention of taking the pants off, quite sure that the kink in leaving them on would be part of what did it for both his lovers. And him.

Looking Jason over, Daniel placed a pillow behind his shoulders and one under the small of his back. "There, that's better." Looking up, he eyed the hooks.

"Daniel, what are you thinking?" Jason asked, as if he didn't know.

"Whether to suspend you now or in a few minutes."

"In a few minutes?" Jason asked, looking down the bed at Jack before his view was obstructed by a light kiss from Daniel's lips as he moved over him. This close, the smell of the leather reached him; it was intoxicating. When Daniel pulled back and stared down at him, Jason moved his body, trying to insinuate Daniel between his legs.

"What are you up to?" Daniel asked as he drew a finger down the middle of Jason's abdomen, teasing his navel and the ring there.

"Trying to tell you that I want you between my legs."

"Really?" Daniel asked coyly. "Why?"

"Because," Jason said, and leaned up to steal a swift kiss. "I want to feel you."

"You will," Daniel promised. He looked over his shoulder as he pushed away, leaning on his side. Jack was a picture. Lying on his side, head propped in one hand, one knee bent so the other hand had easy access to his balls, rolling them slowly in his palm. "Jack? What do you want to do?" he asked, moving away from Jason, but Jack raised his hand to stop him.

"I'm good," he said.

"You're good?" Daniel asked.

Jack's eyes changed slightly, becoming...harder, but no less emotional, passionate. "I have plans of my own, and right now, watching you and Jason is the first part. So, please, continue. I'm good."

Daniel eyed him warily, but inside he was screaming, Yes! He was hoping Jack had something planned. With anticipation, he looked away and put Jason front and center. With a purposeful gleam in his eyes, he moved between Jason's legs, pushing them wide apart. With a wide swipe of his tongue, he firmly licked the skin behind his balls, smiling to himself when Jason hissed.

Stiffening his tongue, he moved to the valleys between groin and hip, tracing circular designs and moaning when Jason responded with several jerks. Planting a kiss in the creases further down each side, he moved up to take a long, slow lick up the shaft of his cock, making Jason pull at his restraints, and Daniel moved back to admire his work.

The hard clank of metal, wood, and leather made a wonderful sound as Jason didn't waste any time becoming impatient. "Daniel," he said, trying to lure him up the bed, up his body with seductive shifts of his hips.

"I'm getting there, Jason," Daniel answered, and placed a kiss on his skin below the navel. "But I think that first, it's time to tie your ankles."

"Kiss me first," Jason asked, eyes half open with obvious lust.

Daniel grinned and crawled up his body, aiming for... nothing he ended up getting. Jason's considerably strong legs wrapped around him just above his hips and held him secure.

"Gotcha."

Jason's quick moves and devious thinking now had him trapped. "Nice moves," Daniel complimented.

"I think so," Jason replied smugly, then lifted up, rubbing his cock over the top portion of Daniel's groin, the laces rough and good. He bit his lip, trying not to smile when Daniel tried getting free, but between his strong thighs, there was no way. Dropping his head back, Jason closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the feel of leather and Daniel's weight.

Daniel could have tried to break free, but really, there was no point. Jason was winding himself up and all to the better for what Daniel had planned. Instead, Daniel moved with him... and thrust against his balls and ass.

Jason inhaled sharply and his eyes flew open, finding Daniel hovering over him, arms locked on either side, smiling like the devil. He coughed, once, when Daniel thrust again, and rolled his hips into him, moving their bodies in tandem.

"This what you want? Or would you rather have me fuck you blind, hmmm?"

Jason stopped, breathing hard. "You are so hot."

"Answer me," Daniel ordered, rhythmically moving his hips now.

"Fuck me," Jason gasped.

Pushing at his knees, Daniel dislodged himself from Jason's grip, he stood up, gingerly placing his feet, picked up a length of chain and held it over his head. He realized he needn't have worried about the length, but it was obvious some measuring was needed. He lifted Jason's leg until it was at a nearly perfect right angle to his body, level with his hips. The chain ran eight links past his ankle. Daniel nodded and after gently letting go of Jason's ankle, he counted links, hooked it, and set the right chain accordingly. Smiling down at Jason, he looked over his shoulder at Jack. "Are we ready?"

"As ever," Jack answered, leveling an enigmatic look at Daniel.

It was his turn to swallow and Daniel turned around, taking a deep breath. Holding onto the left chain--or rather, the right one since it was for Jason's right--he lifted Jason's leg once more and with a metallic click, connected the snap from Jason's ankle cuff to the last link of chain, then ran his hand in a caress over his shin and calf. "I think I'm going to set a scene and tell you a story, Jace. One that will actually be taking place."

Whenever they had decided to tell each other stories, the sex was always so much hotter. Being tied like this only made it better, Jason thought, and murmured, "Go on."

There was a slow, evil smile, and Daniel said, "P4X-554. The Akonai. The clan people that were a sort blending between Gaul warriors and Roman gladiators. Do you remember?" It had been just over two years ago but they should definitely remember them.

Jason closed his eyes. He had no trouble remembering. A passionate people in everything they did. The intensity of it was a little scary at first until they'd spent three days there getting used to them. What Jason remembered most, aside from the gorgeous men, was the constant annoyance he felt at being called a quiet and restrained Tau'ri...and how that had turned a few of the warriors on.  "I remember."

"Do you remember, Jack?" Daniel asked without turning around.

"I remember."

"And do you both remember the leader of the rival clan that came in from the South?" he asked, running two fingers down the back of Jason's leg, from ankle to upper thigh. "The one who refused to give us his name, and after the negotiations were through, left us with an unusual threat?" His hand moved inward, sliding over the inner thigh, then back up to the ankle. Jason groaned.

"Mmmm hmmm," was all Jack said.

Daniel finally attached his lover's right ankle to the chain, and repeated the teasing caresses in silence, letting his lovers relive that mission. When he felt Jason was sufficiently lulled from the caresses, he brought his lips to his ankle, and nipped, grinning over his skin when Jason tried to pull away.

"You can't get away," Daniel told him, "and do you know why?" His bites moved from ankle to calf to behind the knee, with Jason's muscles twitching with the need to pull away. "Because you're caught," he said quietly, moving from knee to thigh to hip in a rapid succession of bites and nips, each getting successively harder and more excruciatingly good the closer he got to Jason's groin. "And I think you know by who, don't you, Jason," he whispered, and dropped down to hover between his legs, over his abdomen.

Daniel reached into the pocket of his leather pants and retrieved the blindfold. Balancing his groin against Jason's ass, he spread his knees and leaned over him, letting his weight settle carefully on his elbows as they rested next to his ribs. Jason's eyes were dark, filled with anticipation, desire, as well as uncertainty. Daniel smiled as he held the blindfold in one hand, rubbing it between his fingers. "We went back to the planet, but were caught out in a storm that drove us to seek shelter away from the friendly village. Unfortunately, we were caught. By him."

Daniel leaned forward a little more and held up the blindfold, showing it to Jason and giving him time to shake his head or utter a no. When Jason didn't, Daniel acted. He quickly covered his eyes with the thick velvet and attached the velcro fastener in the back. He whispered over Jason's lips, "You're held by the leader from the south, the one who towered over us at 6'8". You've only just gotten a glimpse of all that bronzed skin and hard muscle before he's blindfolded you." He kissed his lover's lips lightly, teasingly. "He's the one who has you, Jason. The one that looked like sex on a very big stick, and the one who threatened to sell us as sex slaves. Do you remember?"

"I remember," Jason whispered. The leader of that clan had been very real, a tempting erotic fantasy. His hair had been cropped and spiky, his face adorned with a scar along one jaw that moved when he spoke. His ice blue eyes had held you in a way that was scary, but scary in an erotic way that Jason hadn't wanted to analyze. He'd been drawn to him, especially in fantasy, as they all had been. But not once had Jason ever entertained the idea of using him in their erotic storytelling. The idea that Daniel was using him now was... making his dick stand up and sing.

"He's over you now, Jason," Daniel went on, dropping his voice a few notes, speaking in a low, husky tone. "While Jack and I are chained nearby, he's selected you first. I'm watching, bound and gagged and unable to take my eyes away from you... or him. He's in that leather he wore when we saw him last," and Daniel pushed back, sliding the front of his leather-clad thighs over the backs of Jason's until he knelt before him. He was conscious of Jack watching, hearing the sound of slickness on skin. His eyes moved to the bedside table. When had Jack grabbed the lube from there?

His hands were at his crotch, quickly untying the laces. "Do you remember, Jack?" he asked. There was a quiet "Yes," from behind, deep and erotic, and it sent chills down Daniel's spine. He had wondered what Jack might think of the story, but the tone his lover used said that Jack was just fine with it. He turned to look, keeping his eyes on Jack's when he leaned over a little to take the gun oil lube from the bed. Jack's hand snatched out and grabbed his wrist, scaring him a little, and Daniel inhaled sharply. Jack looked like he was going to say something, but he didn't. He simply let go as abruptly as he'd grabbed him.

He was setting the mood even higher, Daniel realized. Jesus.

Taking the lube, Daniel set it next to him and opened his leather trousers. His cock sprung free and the cool air hit him, making him hiss. Daniel pushed his pants down over his ass and picked up the lube. He poured oil into his gloved hand and coated his cock generously, getting ready for what would come.

Slicking both gloves with oil now, he continued his story. "I can see what he plans to do, Jason, and god..." He reached for Jason's cock and balls, taking both in his slick, leathered hands, loving how Jason hissed in surprise and groaned at the surprising feel of both oil and leather. "Oh god, Jason, watching his hands touch your cock, seeing you jerk in surprise..." He began to jerk him off, sliding his fist up and down in slow but rough strokes, not bothering to be careful.

"Yes, god, yes," Jason replied, turning his head from side to side, moaning constantly through bitten lips.

"His touch is rough, powerful, and feels good whether you want it to or not. He's threatened this, taking us one by one, making us his, and god, Jason, he's going to do it. God, he's going to do you." Daniel pumped harder, distracting Jason there as his other hand released his balls. He slid two oiled fingers down, pushing, rubbing, arousing, closing in on his sphincter.

Jason gasped as the fingers pressed hard, rubbing the sensitive skin, before they edged further back and with a sudden push, penetrated his body. Jason jerked in surprise, his hips thrusting up, cock moving through the tight fist while his ass clamped down around the invading fingers. It was fucking good, but he shouldn't show him that, should he?

To Daniel's surprise, Jason began to fight him, trying to pull away from each touch to his ass, each stroke to his cock. "Fighting only makes him want you more," Daniel warned him, but Jason kept jerking away, even though his movements were useless... hopeless. "He loves it, Jason. Keep fighting him. He'll love it all that much more when he fucks you."

Jason thrust up violently then, moving to Daniel's cue. "You can't do this, you can't," Jason growled, making sure he never said 'no'.  That was Daniel's cue for the next part to begin.

He leaned over Jason again, weighing him down, though Jason's writhing made it difficult for his cock to line up. That was okay, though. "You can't fight it," he told him, reaching underneath the pillow with one hand, while he reached with his right and grabbed Jason's thigh. His cock lined up enough for him to move with Jason's body and he tried holding him there by pushing just a bit. Jason gasped, trying to thrash, and managed to knock Daniel away. Daniel only smiled as he breathed against his cheek, "I know you want him, Jason. You want his cock. You want him to fuck you."

"I--" Jason started, but Daniel cut him off with a brutal kiss, tongue deep in his mouth, wrestling with Jason's as a moan from his lover's throat resonated between their mouths. Pulling away with bites to his lover's chin, Daniel brought the gag close, holding it in both hands, waiting.

"He's going to take you, Jason, but you won't cooperate like a good little... slave," and he placed the gag over Jason's mouth, securing it quickly behind his head.

Jason arched, alarmed, and moaned loudly. He saw only what Daniel's story had him believing, and thrashed his head back and forth to dislodge the gag. Only he had no intention of dislodging it; it surprised him more than anything to know that he actually liked this. How the hell had Daniel known? Or had he just hoped he'd like it? It didn't matter now; Jason's lust erupted like a house on fire and he couldn't stop moaning, panting through his nose as Daniel rubbed his cock against his ass.

Then Daniel kissed him, hard, over the gag, and all he wanted right then was to be fucked. "Take it, Major," Daniel whispered gruffly over his mouth, and pushed hard, past the tight barriers of resistance and into hot muscle that clamped over his invading cock. Jason yelled through his gag, trying to thrust back, as expected, and he made a different noise that Daniel was unfamiliar with. And it sure as hell didn't sound like No. "You feel so good, and god, he can feel that you want it. You want it bad."

Jason's next loud groan excited Daniel and pushed deeper, deeper, until his pubic hair was pressed against his lover's ass. There was a breathless moan through his nose; a weak sound choked off by the emotions of overwhelming desire and pleasure that Daniel couldn't help but feel. They guided him, letting him know how far to go, how rough he could be. Yes, Jason wanted it bad, and so did Daniel.

He loved the power of it; the tight, hot feeling and the sounds Jason made as he held his hips and ground into him, circling, forcing them both to move together in a single, undulating, erotic dance. Each time he circled, his cock rubbed over Jason's gland and his lover emitted small sounds that wound Daniel up, spurring him on to continue the dance for minutes on end.

"God, look at you," he breathed. The desire to thrust was just as overwhelming, and slowing their 'dance', Daniel adjusted his hips for a series of short, controlled strokes designed to send delicious tremors through them both. "You're his, Jason, fucking you however he pleases. Owning you."

Those last words evoked the need for Jason to yank at the restraints, to give the appearance of resistance when that was the very last thing he was thinking of. Jolts of electric pleasure suffused his body each time Daniel changed their dance and Jason couldn't stop himself from thrashing back and forth, unable to keep still as the leader fucked him. It went on and on, stroke after stroke, before Jason felt the warning deep in his balls. He shuddered and bucked hard, his choked whimper signalling to Daniel that it was time, that he would come soon, that he needed that extra push.  God, he loved this. Jason loved it so fucking much.

Daniel felt the tremor, the warning, right down to his bones. His own nerves were on fire, his entire body thrumming. He threw his head back and closed his eyes, the sensations taking over his body as he slammed home in rough, jarring thrusts.

"Feel him, Jason," he said, and circled his hips once more in that tight, rhythmic dance, but this time, the tempo increased. Faster and faster. "He's fucking you, growling at you, promising to take you this way every single day. And you want him to give it to you, to fuck you so... goddamn... hard." The last words were punctuated with single, pounding thrusts that forced small muffled barks from Jason's throat; he was close. Just one more...

"Beg for it, Jace," he said breathlessly, taking Jason's cock in his fist and pumping rapidly, squeezing the head. Jason yelled from behind his gag, a muffled whine that made Daniel twist his hand up and over, again and again and again. Then from behind, was Jack, surprising the hell out of him when his body brushed by. Jack moved from one side to the other, quickly releasing Jason's legs from the chains, rubbing briskly -- roughly -- and letting them drop.

Then Jack's hands were around Daniel, whispering darkly in Daniel's ear. "Push his knees up." Jack followed the command with the yanking down of Daniel's leather trousers.

Yes, sir, right away, sir. God. Without hesitation, Daniel pushed Jason's knees to his chest and Jason gladly raised them, taking advantage of his limberness to spread them wider, allowing Daniel more access to him. Daniel laid over him, on his elbows, his body jerking as Jack nearly ripped the leathers off him.

Naked now, except for the gloves, Daniel let go and fucked Jason hard. "God, deeper, better! And you can't hold back! Give it to him! Come! Let him hear you scream, Jason, let--"

Daniel's words were abruptly cut off as a hand pinned him to Jason's chest while another quickly spread lube over his ass. Jack, he thought. Oh god.

Two seconds later, knees ruthlessly spread him open and the leader's hard cock filled him so quickly it burned. Daniel gasped and shot his hands up to clutch at Jason's shoulders for support. "Jason, oh god, Jason, he has me, oh fuck!"  He inhaled deeply, catching the musky scent from Jason's armpit, and the smell had him sucking hard onto the nipples beneath his lips. The body behind him ground against his ass; the hands covered in leather clamped down on his hips, holding him, keeping him from moving.  Just as he'd told Jason, Daniel was now the one being owned.

Jason arched again as Daniel's mouth bit and sucked his nipples, the nubs becoming sore and red when he pinched too hard. It excited him beyond what he thought himself capable, just as the jarring motion of his lover's body against his own, with the heavy, hard slapping of skin on skin, made his cock tingle and twitch, spilling pre-come endlessly over his stomach.

The sound of Daniel's excited exclamation of surprise was something that Jason wanted to hear again, but was rewarded instead by the deep, throaty grunts he made as he was fucked hard. Jason only wished he could see it, but perhaps this was better, simply imagining the sight. It didn't matter that Daniel was no longer in control of fucking him, either. The moment had, unfortunately, been broken, and his orgasm had backed off the edge. It wouldn't take much to send him over, he knew, but this...this was good. Listening to those sounds; those shallow, harsh noises that said Daniel was going to come.  Right.  About.  Now.

The sounds increased quickly in volume and Jason could feel his lover shaking; shaking, and then Daniel let go and screamed. "Fuck!"

A second after, Daniel was pulled back, his cock sliding out from Jason's body, and he groaned a 'No' under the gag. He felt Daniel's face, his hair, rubbing into his abdomen, too damn teasingly close to his cock and Jason couldn't help but lift up, his cock pleading for attention. Then came the low, guttural sound that Jason had heard before, from Jack. He told Daniel something as he continued to fuck him and Jason wanted to know what it was; he'd missed it. He yelled through his gag, pulling at his bonds...

And was met with shock and pleasure and surprise, making him spread his legs and strain for more as wet heat surrounded his cock and took him deep inside. Daniel's hands slid underneath, grabbing his hips, holding on as he was fucked again and again, holding on so he could suck and lick and fucking swallow.

It was all Jason could stand. He arched, shouting through his gag as he spilled inside Daniel's mouth, and down his chin, and all over his stomach. Fuck. Then Daniel was pushed into him, rocked rapidly against him as he was taken fucking hard. Jack wasn't letting up. He pounded relentlessly until he pulled hysterical begging sounds from Daniel's throat, and the only way those sounds could come from Daniel was if he was coming again. Jesus. Jason's cock twitched, spasmed, leaking still, and just as those sounds excited him, they excited Jack, and Jack... lost it.

No matter how much he wanted to keep going, there was no way in hell Jack could hold back. He tried; goddamn it he tried, but those noises Daniel made and the sound of Jason's moaning behind the gag...it was too good, too much, and he was coming so fucking hard, so fucking good. It ripped a roar from his throat as his balls emptied, and that hadn't happened in a long damn time. His throat was dry as a bone when he tried to swallow and the only way to cure it was to suck on Daniel's skin. His hip, to be exact.

He felt the echo of his lovers' tremors coinciding with his own but didn't wait it out. Too much weight on Jason, so he slid free and rolled off, taking Daniel with him and releasing the weight off Jason. Jack wanted to remove Jason's gag and blindfold, wanted to ask Daniel if he was okay, but the only energy he had was enough to kiss the side of Daniel's face. He was exhausted. It had been a long time since that had happened, too.

Daniel was sore, lethargic, spent. His hand barely moved on Jason's sweat-sticky chest. He had enough presence of mind, however, to reach underneath and pull the velcro loose from his blindfold and gag. He hugged Jason to him when his lover took deep breaths of air, still panting through his afterglow.

"Okay?" Daniel croaked.

"Brain...mush," Jason whispered in answer, making Daniel laugh against his throat. "You?"

"Road..." Daniel replied, clearing his throat. "...Kill."

Jason couldn't laugh. He just smiled, then sleepily asked, "Jack?"

When there was no answer, Jason nudged Daniel and Daniel forced himself to turn in Jack's arms. Daniel let out a soft snort, kissed Jack's lips, and turned back around. There was just enough revitalizing strength in him to pull Jason closer. "Out," he told him.

Jason made the same soft snort. He felt Daniel's breathing even out and was going to nudge him to let him out of his bonds, but when Jason looked up, he couldn't help the laugh. His thumbs could just reach the metal snaps. He let himself out of his bonds just as he felt Daniel stir.

"Jace?"

"Hmmm?"

Daniel looked up to see what Jason was doing and groaned. "Shit. Sorry."

Jason shook his head. "No problem. I can reach."

Daniel's arm was around his waist when he rolled toward him, puffing a breathy moan against his throat and Jason responded with a groan of satisfaction. With one arm still over his head, he reached over and felt Jack's dampened hair, smiling when Jack rubbed sleepily into his palm. He was coming out of it.

"He's awake," he informed Daniel, but Daniel already knew that when Jack's arms tightened around him.

Daniel grinned to himself but the grin faded with a sudden... change in the air.

It wasn't so much a change as a sensing of something. Emotion. His empathy was picking up something raw that fell upon him like a heavy weight, and it was coming from Jason and Jack. Daniel knew then what it was. It wasn't the euphoria of afterglow.

It was love.

And it was the first time in his life that Daniel actually felt it.

It was very different than knowing. He saw it every day whenever they looked at him; felt it physically when they touched him, made love to him; heard it when they lied for him, protected him, killed for him. He knew without a doubt that they'd die for him. That knowledge was as certain as the fact that he'd do all of that in return. For them.

That the feeling was overwhelming was the understatement of his entire life.

Daniel was startled when hands touched his face--and wiped away the tears he hadn't realized were dampening his temples. He looked quickly and found two worried sets of eyes watching him. He laughed, nervously, reassuringly. "I'm fine."

Jack and Jason laughed in unison, the sounds not of comfort but born out of hearing Daniel say those words when he wasn't fine.

"I'm okay," Daniel corrected quickly.

"And the tears?" Jason asked, petting his face with the back of a forefinger.

"My empathic ability decided to choose this moment to kick into overdrive," Daniel answered with a sheepish grin.

"Meaning?" Jack asked groggily.

"Meaning..." Daniel started, but paused, trying to figure out how to say it without saying it. He had faith in their love for him, but he also had faith that sudden declarations sometimes embarrassed them--as they did him--and he didn't want this to be one of those times. He thought about it for a few seconds, then took a deep breath. Perhaps the issue here was his having enough faith in them to just say it and hang the consequences. "Meaning that I felt love from you."

Daniel watched them exchange confused glances. They didn't get it. "Empathically. I felt it. I still am feeling it, actually."

"From us?" Jack asked.

"Yeah."

They were quiet, trying to understand, but this would be one thing they couldn't share with him and it made Daniel just a little sad. But his lovers always surprised him, this being no exception. Jack and Jason seemed to sense how he felt and diffused it by snuggling closer, cocooning him with arms and legs and warm, sticky skin.

It was routine; as familiar and comforting as Jason's even breathing on his chest; as Jack's sleepily uttered, "Cool," against his neck as he lulled Daniel to sleep.

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