FIC: "Further Exploration," Sam/Jack, Sam/Janet, NC17
Title: Further Exploration
Author: geonncannon
Pairing: Sam/Jack, Sam/Janet
Word Count: 2,779
Category: PWP, humor
Spoilers: Foothold
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Rating: NC17
Author's Notes: Due to popular demand, at long last: the sequel to Strictly Scientific! It picks up right where that story left off, so if you haven't read it in a while, I'll wait while you refresh your memories. ~waits~ Sorry it took so long to get done!
Summary: Jack shows up at Sam's house... but everything isn't exactly as it seems.
I made the margaritas while 'the Colonel' stood at the back window and looked out over the lawn. I kept looking over my shoulder at him, trying to find the seams (as it were) on the replica. I knew that it was really Janet Fraiser, the touch-over-five-foot woman I had been dating for the past few weeks. But all of my senses told me that it was Jack O'Neill standing in my kitchen casually examining the crocuses.
Finally, I cleared my throat and he turned. The eyes were where everything fell apart. He may be a foot taller and wider in the shoulder than Janet Fraiser, but those eyes left nothing to doubt. He crossed the room and took the glass from me, our fingers brushing. "Thanks, Sam," he said.
I felt a chill at my first name coming from his lips, and I covered my discomfort by taking a sip of my drink. He took a drink as well and then said, "Um... I assumed you would know, but I want to make sure you know what exactly is going on..."
"I know it's you," I said. "I just need a second to adjust to what's going on."
'Jack' nodded and put his margarita down on the counter. I watched his hands, the subtle movements of Janet Fraiser somehow transposed into Jack O'Neill's body. He wore a pair of blue jeans and a white T-shirt underneath an unbuttoned blue work shirt. I could see the flat plane of his stomach and chest, and I knew Janet's breasts had to be somewhere under there. But where? High on the chest, near the heart, I saw the bulge of the mimic device. It pulsed in muted colors, definitely there and definite evidence that this was Janet reciprocating what I had done for her. I loved her for it, but I wasn't sure I could go through with it.
He came around the counter and stood next to me. "Look at me, Sam," he said. The voice was Jack's, but the emotion was all Janet. I looked into her eyes and felt absolute trust in her. He cupped my face and said, "Nothing will happen that you don't want. I just thought you might like to see--"
"Shh," I said. I reached up and brushed my thumb over his bottom lip. His lips parted and I slipped my thumb inside. I shuddered when he sucked slightly, and I stepped closer to him. I tilted my head up, moved my hand, and tentatively kissed his lips. His mouth was an odd assortment of tastes; coffee and chocolate, warm and inviting. I wondered if this was Jack's taste or Janet's. Surely the mimic devices weren't that accurate.
I moved my hands to his chest and explored. He arched his back and I wondered if Janet felt my hands on her breasts. I moved my hands apart and found the nipples through the material. Janet moaned into my mouth. We broke the kiss and I stepped back, but I left my hands where they were. Janet's eyes were closed and she said, "I'm getting hard. That... feels so weird."
I looked down and saw a bulge in the front of his jeans. I slid my hands down over his belly, hooked my fingers in the waistband of the pants, and said, "You didn't come over here to drink margaritas, did you?"
"No," she said, Jack's voice strained. I had to bite back a moan; how long had I dreamed of hearing Jack make that noise? I left our drinks on the counter and took his hand in mine. God, it felt weird. I brushed my thumb over his knuckles and led him to the couch. I pushed him down onto the cushions and he smiled up at me. I knelt in front of him, between his spread legs, and pulled him to me for another kiss. His tongue slipped into my mouth as I pushed his shirt from his shoulders.
We broke the kiss and he leaned back. I looked down at the crotch of his jeans and said, "That looks uncomfortable."
"It is," Jack admitted. "I don't know how guys deal with it all the time."
"Janet," I said, eyes still on the tight denim, "could you... stay in character? Just for right now...?"
"Sure, Carter. Anything for you." He cupped my face and brushed his thumb over my cheek. I leaned into the caress and reached for the button of his pants. I undid the button and pulled down the zipper, careful to keep my hand from brushing anything more than necessary. Jack lifted his hips and I tugged the jeans down to mid-thigh. He wore boxer briefs, his cock straining against the cotton.
Jack O'Neill's erection.
I bowed my head and kissed it through the underwear, parting my lips and brushing my tongue back and forth across the shaft. Jack drew in a sharp breath and lifted his hips off the couch. "Oh, my God, fuck," he growled. I ran my hands over his thighs and cupped his balls, squeezing and rolling them with my fingers as I explored his length.
Finally, I couldn't tease myself anymore. I pulled his underwear down and his cock, freed from its prison, seemed to expand. I brushed my thumb along the underside, curled my fingers over the top, and stroked gently. "Feels so fucking good," Jack gasped from above me. I stroked his cock slowly and looked at the mimic device under his shirt. I reached up, wrapped my fingers around it, and pulled.
Janet Fraiser jerked as if she had been electrocuted. The cock vanished from my hands, and her chest suddenly strained the limits of her white T-shirt. I leaned back and saw Janet wearing the clothes that had just been on Jack O'Neill. The jeans were baggy around her knees, the boxer briefs appropriately tight (except for the baggy spot in the front where a cock had once strained for freedom).
A sheen of sweat lightened her skin, and she pushed the hair from her face. "What the fuck, Sam?" she gasped.
"I just wanted to see something," I said. I pushed the device back into place and Jack appeared before me. Unfortunately, his cock lay flaccid against his thigh. But that was okay; that was the experiment. I licked my lips, lifted his soft penis with my fingers, and bowed my head. I parted my lips and lightly touched the head with my tongue, drawing a small circle around the slit. I pulled my head back, squeezed, and then closed my lips around the head of his cock. It was swelling already, like a living creature coming awake. I pulled back, stroked, took him in my mouth again. I repeated the move until he was throbbing, and I said, "How does it feel?"
"It almost hurts," Jack whimpered from above me. "Oh, God, Sam..."
I moved one hand to his balls and squeezed. I closed my eyes, realizing I had Jack O'Neill's cock in my mouth and his balls in my hand. I alternated between squeezing and sucking, listening as Jack's breathing grew more and more ragged. I wondered just how much longer I could tease when suddenly Jack cried out and said, "Oh, oh, oh," and roughly gripped the back of my head.
Come shot from the tip of his cock, smearing the corner of my mouth and my cheek. His hips thrust, his entire body trembling as shot after shot of come marked my face. Finally, Jack went limp against the couch and covered his face with both hands. I licked my lips, wiped my face with one hand, and said, "It's all right, Janet."
"I didn't realize I was so close," she said from behind her head. "God, I'm so embarrassed."
"It's okay," I said. I moved her hands away and offered her my fingers. I watched as Jack tasted his own come, drew in a sharp breath as his tongue spread across my palm and lightly nipped at the pad of my thumb. "It was your first time," I said.
"Yeah," she said, still shy.
I stood up and began to undress. Janet watched me, and I let myself believe it was both of them sitting in front of me. Jack and Janet, both transfixed as I took off my clothes for them. My heart pounded as I dropped my shirt to the coffee table, and I turned my back to unhook my bra. Once it fell, Jack stood up and pressed against my from behind. He put his arms around me and his rough hand cupped my breasts.
I closed my eyes as he kissed my neck. Lips so unbelievably soft, a quick flicker of tongue, and then his hands went to my hips. I felt him against my ass, still soft but growing harder. I smiled and looked over my shoulder at him. "A second round already? Is that you or him?"
"A woman like you?" Jack said, "I'd like to think anyone would be up for a second round already."
I smiled and undid my jeans. He helped me push them down, hands warm against my thighs for a moment before he pushed his fingers into my underwear. He kept his hands on my hips, but that was close enough to make me breathe a little harder, to make me a little wetter than I had been a moment ago. And then I pressed back, my naked ass against his hard cock, as he returned his hands to my breasts. He grinded his hips against me, and I sighed and pressed back against him. We moved like that for a long time, me just getting used to being in his arms, before he moved one hand down between us. I swallowed hard and said, "Like this?"
"I've always wanted to," Jack said.
"Okay," I whispered. I moved my legs farther apart and wished there was something I could lean against for balance.
"Are you ready?" Jack asked, his voice laced with Janet's inflections and accent.
I nodded and managed a weak, "Uh-huh."
He guided his cock between my legs and brushed himself against my lips. At first I thought he was just trying to make me mad with desire, then I realized Janet was truly unaware of how we were supposed to fit together. "Do you need a hand?" I asked, trying to keep the laughter from my voice.
"Quiet," Janet growled.
I chuckled and spread my legs farther apart. "There," I whispered, and gripped Jack's upper arm. He planted his feet a little farther apart, moved his hands to my hips, and thrust forward. I couldn't help shouting out, tightening my grip on his arms as he filled me. The shock was part biological - a cock inside of me for the first time in far too long - part mental - being with Janet - and mostly the fact that I was being fucked by Jack O'Neill. I had fantasized about this for far too long, and part of me couldn't believe it was actually happening.
One of Jack's hands moved between my legs and found my clit. I closed my eyes and whimpered, bending down and resting my hands on the coffee table. Jack continued to fuck me in this position, his hands folded in the small of my back. When I could open my eyes, I looked behind myself and saw Jack was standing on the balls of his feet, toes curled. I wondered if that was just habit, if Janet was used to stretching to reach her lovers, and that brought to mind the fact that I was, indeed, being fucked by Janet.
"Oh, God, Janet," I breathed.
One hand followed the line of my spine to the back of my head, and gripped my hair. "In character, Major," he growled.
"Sir," I gasped, tilting my head back. "Sir, fuck me, sir."
"Is that too hard?" he asked and loosened his grip on my hair.
"No," I said. "No, you can pull it a little..."
He growled and threaded his fingers through my hair again. "Like it rough, Major?"
"Sir, yes, sir," I managed.
"Oh, God, Carter... I think I'm going to come..."
I squeezed my muscles around him and he grunted, his entire body going rigid. He pressed tight against me, moved his hand to my shoulder, and wrapped his free hand around my waist. He held me to him as he came, his cock twitching madly inside of me. I turned my head and he found my lips, our tongues sliding against each other. Finally, he withdrew, pulling away from me and leaving me feeling empty.
I pushed my hair out of my face, exhaled, and sagged against the coffee table. I was sure I would be able to move eventually, but for the moment I was paralyzed in place. Bent forward over the coffee table, bare ass in the air, come dripping down my thighs. Quite the picture of a decorated soldier and brilliant astrophysicist. I was about to start cleaning myself up when I felt a light touch on the inside of my left thigh, like a slight breeze across the back of my knee. I closed my eyes as the tongue moved up my leg, kissed the bottom curve of my ass, and then pressed between my pussy lips.
Gentle strokes followed, swirling and sweeping, gathering both my come and the come Janet had ejaculated as Jack O'Neill. We still weren't quite sure if it was Jack's DNA or Janet's. We could revolutionize the same-sex parenting community if it was Janet's. But we couldn't think of a way to present the research to General Hammond without blushing.
Finally, the tongue retreated and my legs responded to commands. I turned and looked down, surprised to see Janet kneeling behind me. She still wore Jack's baggy T-shirt, her face wet with our come. I smiled and bent down, kissed her passionately, and pulled her to her feet. "How was it?" she asked against my lips.
"Fucking fantastic," I whispered. I gathered her into my arms and she leapt, wrapping her legs around me. I put my hands under her ass and held her as I walked around the couch. We kissed again and I said, "Do you want me to wear a strap-on? Or do you want my fingers?"
Janet smiled. "I actually have a different idea." She pointed to the couch. "Bring my shirt with you."
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I left the light on when I left the bathroom, standing in the pale yellow glow. The light revealed the bed, and Jack O'Neill stretched out over the covers. He was completely naked, as he had been all afternoon, and his cock lay against his thigh like an abused animal. It twitched when I appeared, though, and he gave me one of his trademark half-smiles. "Well, well," he said. He moved his hand to his crotch and began to lightly stroke himself.
I crossed the room and shrugged out of my robe. Daniel Jackson's cock was soft between my legs, but it began to harden at the sight of Jack's naked body. Was that Daniel's reaction, or mine? I decided I didn't care, and climbed onto the edge of the bed. Jack's eyes traveled along my body, nude except for the mimic device attached to my chest. "Nice?" I asked.
"Very," he said.
I took my cock in hand and began to stroke. "How did you ever get Area 51 to sign both of these out?"
"Research purposes," Janet said in Jack's voice. "I told them I was trying to duplicate the effect."
"Mimic the mimic device," I said. I threw my leg over Jack's and straddled his hips. "They weren't suspicious about you checking out just these two?"
"No," Janet said. "I checked out all of them."
I smiled and arched an eyebrow. "So you have a whole load of these out there in your glove compartment?"
"No," Janet said. She ran her hands along the inside of my thighs and bit her bottom lip.
"Then... where are they?"
Janet smiled. "Daniel has me. Jack has Paul Davis."
My eyes widened, but all conscious thought fled my mind as Janet's hand closed on my cock. I groaned and fell down on top of her, our flat chests - mine smooth and hers hairy - pressed together as we kissed, both of us laughing at the five o'clock shadows on our cheeks. Sharing the mimic devices was definitely going to have to be discussed, but it could wait until we were both a little more coherent.
Author: geonncannon
Pairing: Sam/Jack, Sam/Janet
Word Count: 2,779
Category: PWP, humor
Spoilers: Foothold
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Rating: NC17
Author's Notes: Due to popular demand, at long last: the sequel to Strictly Scientific! It picks up right where that story left off, so if you haven't read it in a while, I'll wait while you refresh your memories. ~waits~ Sorry it took so long to get done!
Summary: Jack shows up at Sam's house... but everything isn't exactly as it seems.
I made the margaritas while 'the Colonel' stood at the back window and looked out over the lawn. I kept looking over my shoulder at him, trying to find the seams (as it were) on the replica. I knew that it was really Janet Fraiser, the touch-over-five-foot woman I had been dating for the past few weeks. But all of my senses told me that it was Jack O'Neill standing in my kitchen casually examining the crocuses.
Finally, I cleared my throat and he turned. The eyes were where everything fell apart. He may be a foot taller and wider in the shoulder than Janet Fraiser, but those eyes left nothing to doubt. He crossed the room and took the glass from me, our fingers brushing. "Thanks, Sam," he said.
I felt a chill at my first name coming from his lips, and I covered my discomfort by taking a sip of my drink. He took a drink as well and then said, "Um... I assumed you would know, but I want to make sure you know what exactly is going on..."
"I know it's you," I said. "I just need a second to adjust to what's going on."
'Jack' nodded and put his margarita down on the counter. I watched his hands, the subtle movements of Janet Fraiser somehow transposed into Jack O'Neill's body. He wore a pair of blue jeans and a white T-shirt underneath an unbuttoned blue work shirt. I could see the flat plane of his stomach and chest, and I knew Janet's breasts had to be somewhere under there. But where? High on the chest, near the heart, I saw the bulge of the mimic device. It pulsed in muted colors, definitely there and definite evidence that this was Janet reciprocating what I had done for her. I loved her for it, but I wasn't sure I could go through with it.
He came around the counter and stood next to me. "Look at me, Sam," he said. The voice was Jack's, but the emotion was all Janet. I looked into her eyes and felt absolute trust in her. He cupped my face and said, "Nothing will happen that you don't want. I just thought you might like to see--"
"Shh," I said. I reached up and brushed my thumb over his bottom lip. His lips parted and I slipped my thumb inside. I shuddered when he sucked slightly, and I stepped closer to him. I tilted my head up, moved my hand, and tentatively kissed his lips. His mouth was an odd assortment of tastes; coffee and chocolate, warm and inviting. I wondered if this was Jack's taste or Janet's. Surely the mimic devices weren't that accurate.
I moved my hands to his chest and explored. He arched his back and I wondered if Janet felt my hands on her breasts. I moved my hands apart and found the nipples through the material. Janet moaned into my mouth. We broke the kiss and I stepped back, but I left my hands where they were. Janet's eyes were closed and she said, "I'm getting hard. That... feels so weird."
I looked down and saw a bulge in the front of his jeans. I slid my hands down over his belly, hooked my fingers in the waistband of the pants, and said, "You didn't come over here to drink margaritas, did you?"
"No," she said, Jack's voice strained. I had to bite back a moan; how long had I dreamed of hearing Jack make that noise? I left our drinks on the counter and took his hand in mine. God, it felt weird. I brushed my thumb over his knuckles and led him to the couch. I pushed him down onto the cushions and he smiled up at me. I knelt in front of him, between his spread legs, and pulled him to me for another kiss. His tongue slipped into my mouth as I pushed his shirt from his shoulders.
We broke the kiss and he leaned back. I looked down at the crotch of his jeans and said, "That looks uncomfortable."
"It is," Jack admitted. "I don't know how guys deal with it all the time."
"Janet," I said, eyes still on the tight denim, "could you... stay in character? Just for right now...?"
"Sure, Carter. Anything for you." He cupped my face and brushed his thumb over my cheek. I leaned into the caress and reached for the button of his pants. I undid the button and pulled down the zipper, careful to keep my hand from brushing anything more than necessary. Jack lifted his hips and I tugged the jeans down to mid-thigh. He wore boxer briefs, his cock straining against the cotton.
Jack O'Neill's erection.
I bowed my head and kissed it through the underwear, parting my lips and brushing my tongue back and forth across the shaft. Jack drew in a sharp breath and lifted his hips off the couch. "Oh, my God, fuck," he growled. I ran my hands over his thighs and cupped his balls, squeezing and rolling them with my fingers as I explored his length.
Finally, I couldn't tease myself anymore. I pulled his underwear down and his cock, freed from its prison, seemed to expand. I brushed my thumb along the underside, curled my fingers over the top, and stroked gently. "Feels so fucking good," Jack gasped from above me. I stroked his cock slowly and looked at the mimic device under his shirt. I reached up, wrapped my fingers around it, and pulled.
Janet Fraiser jerked as if she had been electrocuted. The cock vanished from my hands, and her chest suddenly strained the limits of her white T-shirt. I leaned back and saw Janet wearing the clothes that had just been on Jack O'Neill. The jeans were baggy around her knees, the boxer briefs appropriately tight (except for the baggy spot in the front where a cock had once strained for freedom).
A sheen of sweat lightened her skin, and she pushed the hair from her face. "What the fuck, Sam?" she gasped.
"I just wanted to see something," I said. I pushed the device back into place and Jack appeared before me. Unfortunately, his cock lay flaccid against his thigh. But that was okay; that was the experiment. I licked my lips, lifted his soft penis with my fingers, and bowed my head. I parted my lips and lightly touched the head with my tongue, drawing a small circle around the slit. I pulled my head back, squeezed, and then closed my lips around the head of his cock. It was swelling already, like a living creature coming awake. I pulled back, stroked, took him in my mouth again. I repeated the move until he was throbbing, and I said, "How does it feel?"
"It almost hurts," Jack whimpered from above me. "Oh, God, Sam..."
I moved one hand to his balls and squeezed. I closed my eyes, realizing I had Jack O'Neill's cock in my mouth and his balls in my hand. I alternated between squeezing and sucking, listening as Jack's breathing grew more and more ragged. I wondered just how much longer I could tease when suddenly Jack cried out and said, "Oh, oh, oh," and roughly gripped the back of my head.
Come shot from the tip of his cock, smearing the corner of my mouth and my cheek. His hips thrust, his entire body trembling as shot after shot of come marked my face. Finally, Jack went limp against the couch and covered his face with both hands. I licked my lips, wiped my face with one hand, and said, "It's all right, Janet."
"I didn't realize I was so close," she said from behind her head. "God, I'm so embarrassed."
"It's okay," I said. I moved her hands away and offered her my fingers. I watched as Jack tasted his own come, drew in a sharp breath as his tongue spread across my palm and lightly nipped at the pad of my thumb. "It was your first time," I said.
"Yeah," she said, still shy.
I stood up and began to undress. Janet watched me, and I let myself believe it was both of them sitting in front of me. Jack and Janet, both transfixed as I took off my clothes for them. My heart pounded as I dropped my shirt to the coffee table, and I turned my back to unhook my bra. Once it fell, Jack stood up and pressed against my from behind. He put his arms around me and his rough hand cupped my breasts.
I closed my eyes as he kissed my neck. Lips so unbelievably soft, a quick flicker of tongue, and then his hands went to my hips. I felt him against my ass, still soft but growing harder. I smiled and looked over my shoulder at him. "A second round already? Is that you or him?"
"A woman like you?" Jack said, "I'd like to think anyone would be up for a second round already."
I smiled and undid my jeans. He helped me push them down, hands warm against my thighs for a moment before he pushed his fingers into my underwear. He kept his hands on my hips, but that was close enough to make me breathe a little harder, to make me a little wetter than I had been a moment ago. And then I pressed back, my naked ass against his hard cock, as he returned his hands to my breasts. He grinded his hips against me, and I sighed and pressed back against him. We moved like that for a long time, me just getting used to being in his arms, before he moved one hand down between us. I swallowed hard and said, "Like this?"
"I've always wanted to," Jack said.
"Okay," I whispered. I moved my legs farther apart and wished there was something I could lean against for balance.
"Are you ready?" Jack asked, his voice laced with Janet's inflections and accent.
I nodded and managed a weak, "Uh-huh."
He guided his cock between my legs and brushed himself against my lips. At first I thought he was just trying to make me mad with desire, then I realized Janet was truly unaware of how we were supposed to fit together. "Do you need a hand?" I asked, trying to keep the laughter from my voice.
"Quiet," Janet growled.
I chuckled and spread my legs farther apart. "There," I whispered, and gripped Jack's upper arm. He planted his feet a little farther apart, moved his hands to my hips, and thrust forward. I couldn't help shouting out, tightening my grip on his arms as he filled me. The shock was part biological - a cock inside of me for the first time in far too long - part mental - being with Janet - and mostly the fact that I was being fucked by Jack O'Neill. I had fantasized about this for far too long, and part of me couldn't believe it was actually happening.
One of Jack's hands moved between my legs and found my clit. I closed my eyes and whimpered, bending down and resting my hands on the coffee table. Jack continued to fuck me in this position, his hands folded in the small of my back. When I could open my eyes, I looked behind myself and saw Jack was standing on the balls of his feet, toes curled. I wondered if that was just habit, if Janet was used to stretching to reach her lovers, and that brought to mind the fact that I was, indeed, being fucked by Janet.
"Oh, God, Janet," I breathed.
One hand followed the line of my spine to the back of my head, and gripped my hair. "In character, Major," he growled.
"Sir," I gasped, tilting my head back. "Sir, fuck me, sir."
"Is that too hard?" he asked and loosened his grip on my hair.
"No," I said. "No, you can pull it a little..."
He growled and threaded his fingers through my hair again. "Like it rough, Major?"
"Sir, yes, sir," I managed.
"Oh, God, Carter... I think I'm going to come..."
I squeezed my muscles around him and he grunted, his entire body going rigid. He pressed tight against me, moved his hand to my shoulder, and wrapped his free hand around my waist. He held me to him as he came, his cock twitching madly inside of me. I turned my head and he found my lips, our tongues sliding against each other. Finally, he withdrew, pulling away from me and leaving me feeling empty.
I pushed my hair out of my face, exhaled, and sagged against the coffee table. I was sure I would be able to move eventually, but for the moment I was paralyzed in place. Bent forward over the coffee table, bare ass in the air, come dripping down my thighs. Quite the picture of a decorated soldier and brilliant astrophysicist. I was about to start cleaning myself up when I felt a light touch on the inside of my left thigh, like a slight breeze across the back of my knee. I closed my eyes as the tongue moved up my leg, kissed the bottom curve of my ass, and then pressed between my pussy lips.
Gentle strokes followed, swirling and sweeping, gathering both my come and the come Janet had ejaculated as Jack O'Neill. We still weren't quite sure if it was Jack's DNA or Janet's. We could revolutionize the same-sex parenting community if it was Janet's. But we couldn't think of a way to present the research to General Hammond without blushing.
Finally, the tongue retreated and my legs responded to commands. I turned and looked down, surprised to see Janet kneeling behind me. She still wore Jack's baggy T-shirt, her face wet with our come. I smiled and bent down, kissed her passionately, and pulled her to her feet. "How was it?" she asked against my lips.
"Fucking fantastic," I whispered. I gathered her into my arms and she leapt, wrapping her legs around me. I put my hands under her ass and held her as I walked around the couch. We kissed again and I said, "Do you want me to wear a strap-on? Or do you want my fingers?"
Janet smiled. "I actually have a different idea." She pointed to the couch. "Bring my shirt with you."
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I left the light on when I left the bathroom, standing in the pale yellow glow. The light revealed the bed, and Jack O'Neill stretched out over the covers. He was completely naked, as he had been all afternoon, and his cock lay against his thigh like an abused animal. It twitched when I appeared, though, and he gave me one of his trademark half-smiles. "Well, well," he said. He moved his hand to his crotch and began to lightly stroke himself.
I crossed the room and shrugged out of my robe. Daniel Jackson's cock was soft between my legs, but it began to harden at the sight of Jack's naked body. Was that Daniel's reaction, or mine? I decided I didn't care, and climbed onto the edge of the bed. Jack's eyes traveled along my body, nude except for the mimic device attached to my chest. "Nice?" I asked.
"Very," he said.
I took my cock in hand and began to stroke. "How did you ever get Area 51 to sign both of these out?"
"Research purposes," Janet said in Jack's voice. "I told them I was trying to duplicate the effect."
"Mimic the mimic device," I said. I threw my leg over Jack's and straddled his hips. "They weren't suspicious about you checking out just these two?"
"No," Janet said. "I checked out all of them."
I smiled and arched an eyebrow. "So you have a whole load of these out there in your glove compartment?"
"No," Janet said. She ran her hands along the inside of my thighs and bit her bottom lip.
"Then... where are they?"
Janet smiled. "Daniel has me. Jack has Paul Davis."
My eyes widened, but all conscious thought fled my mind as Janet's hand closed on my cock. I groaned and fell down on top of her, our flat chests - mine smooth and hers hairy - pressed together as we kissed, both of us laughing at the five o'clock shadows on our cheeks. Sharing the mimic devices was definitely going to have to be discussed, but it could wait until we were both a little more coherent.