Crossover Missing Scene (NC-17)
They blunder into the room and the door whizzes shut. The lights don’t come on, as though the room knows what they’re about to do. But no, it’s more likely the fuse is dead after so long unchecked.
Lister is suddenly unsure if he is drunk enough to do this, but Amy nibbles at his earlobe and he closes his eyes, melting into the feel of her hot tongue on his skin. Jack guides them to the bed with strong steady hands and an unnoticed smirk, and Lister falls onto it with a bounce once his knees brush against the edge of the mattress. While he lies there on his back, his mind fuzzy, his eyes fluttering in enjoyment from the feel of Jack’s hands on his torso under his shirt, Amy pulls her shoes off.
Amy crawls onto the mattress beside him, and tendrils of her long, red hair fall onto his face as she leans over him to kiss him. The kiss is deep and loose, and she drags her teeth along his bottom lip gently before he feels her smile. He opens his eyes slightly to look up at her, and sees beautiful, playful eyes assessing him, and an impish grin. She reaches down for his hand, pulls it up to her mouth, and gently sucks his middle finger, all without taking her eyes from his face. He shudders with the feel of it, her mouth so hot, and then he rolls his head back against the duvet when she pulls the finger out and blows on it gently. The air is such a contrast with the heat of her that he squirms even as he feels the pleasure start to affect him further down his body.
Jack takes off his boots, undoes his belt, and steps out of his trousers. He wastes no time in discarding his boxers, and his shirt. The coat is long since abandoned, and lies at the foot of the door. He is naked. He climbs onto the bed and lies along Lister’s other side, so that he and Amy are bookends to his drunken frame.
Lister feels the heat pouring from Jack’s direction, and tenses slightly, even as he tries to calm his nerves. He is comfortable with Amy, but sleeping with another man is something he has only ever done a few times, and only with people he has known well. This Captain Jack is a stranger, and he exudes sexuality. It is enough to make him self-conscious. But then he smells Jack’s skin, and is intoxicated. 51st Century pheromones are legendarily powerful, and even if Lister’s brain doesn’t know it, other parts of him definitely begin to react. His nerves calm, as his libido increases.
Jack senses that Lister is not ready to plunge into hot-and-heavy just yet, so he starts out soft and seductive. His finger draws circles on Lister’s chest, pushing the t-shirt up to his neck. Amy nudges Lister and helps pull the offending piece of clothing from his body, then flings it across the room where it lands softly. She, too, begins to run her fingers over his torso. Lister’s eyes flutter again and his back arches slightly as he revels in the feel of human skin against his own, after so long without it. Amy and Jack must share some secret signal that he misses with his eyes closed, because he feels them lean in toward each other and kiss while they each gently tweak a nipple. He gasps and bites his lip. They each giggle slightly at the sound and then rake their nails gently down to the rim of his boxer shorts.
Some part of Lister’s brain is aware that they are so in-sync with their seduction techniques, they must have tried them out before on others. The rest of him really doesn’t care, and is even ecstatic about it, because it is so effective. They have this down to an art.
Jack leans down to kiss his chest, while Amy takes a moment to take her shirt off, and bra. Her skirt comes off too, after a little wiggling, and then her tights and underwear. She positions herself back alongside Lister, now fully undressed. Lister feels the coolness of her skin against his and turns to look at her. She is beautiful, and pale, and so young. He reaches out his closest arm to her, and she thinks he wants to touch her breasts. Even though he does indeed want to, he resists for the moment, and reaches up further, to her hair, which he runs his fingers through softly. She closes her eyes and leans against his hand as though she likes the way it feels, and he pulls her face to his for a kiss. This kiss has more passion behind it than the first, and their tongues dart around each other quickly, teasingly. She pulls away slightly, and he lets his hand continue its journey.
He runs his fingertips next down her face and neck, luxuriating in the smoothness beneath his hand. When he reaches her breasts, he loses his nerve at the last moment and instead lets his fingers trail between them. Amy giggles and reaches for his hand, then pulls it up to cup her breast.
“You don’t have to be so gentle,” she says in a whisper that is full of the promise of a wildness in her he has yet to tap into. He groans, as the impact of her words sends shivers of pleasure down his spine.
He grabs the breast, and kneads it, then flicks the nipple with his thumb. She gasps, then leans in to kiss him again.
Jack begins to lick around his nipple, and then suck it. Lister feels the sensation and it makes his other hand grip at the duvet beneath them, it feels so good. Jack then grazes across it with his teeth, which makes Lister cry out a little in surprise and pleasure. In a totally involuntary reaction, his own hand contract around Amy’s breast, and she feels his nails drag along her side, which makes her gasp.
Jack looks up at them, and laughs softly.
“See, Amy? I can still get you to gasp, even from all the way over here.”
Amy kisses down Lister’s cheek, to his ear, and sucks on the earlobe. He stifles a moan.
She whispers, softly, “Put your arm around him,” which Lister does without question. Right now he would do almost anything so long as it meant she would keep touching and kissing him. Jack allows Lister’s arm to reach under his body.
Amy next whispers, “When I do what I’m about to do, drag your nails down his back. Hard.”
And Lister wonders once again if he isn’t some pawn in an elaborate sex game they have played out many times before, but he is certainly not complaining. Especially when he feels what it is she does next.
She bites his neck, hard enough that his breath speeds up, but not hard enough to break the skin. And he wonders if she needn’t have given him the direction to drag his nails down Jack’s back, because he probably would have done it anyway out of pure instinctual reaction.
Jack hisses as he feels the marks forming on his skin, and the sting of them. He then laughs silently, his breathing labored and his body suddenly warmer than before.
Amy releases Lister’s neck from between her jaws, and smiles up at Jack like a cat that is waiting to pounce.
“Wouldn’t be so cocky if I were you, Captain.” She says coyly, with a lingering look at his impressive erection. A raise of her eyebrow and a quick biting of her lip show she is quite interested in what she sees.
Jack grins appreciatively, then begins to move down the bed. Lister’s head is still reeling, and he is momentarily stunned by the aftermath of the bite, which was rapturous even as it was slightly painful. He feels his boxer shorts being pulled down, and manages to open his eyes and look down, to where Jack is carefully removing them from over his straining cock. Jack smiles at him reassuringly, and slides the underwear fully off his legs. Now they are all three, fully naked.
“Amy?” Jack says from the vicinity of Lister’s feet. “Keep him occupied, won’t you?”
“Of course,” she says agreeably, and then fixes her eyes on Lister again, with a new glint of mischief.
She runs a hand through the short hair above his forehead, and nibbles at his ear while he feels Jack part his legs and move around. Jack’s hands hold Lister’s hips, and Lister feels a wet something move along the length of his shaft to the tip. Oh god, it’s a tongue. Jack then takes the head into his mouth and begins to undulate his mouth, and Lister can barely breathe, it feels so good. He thinks nothing could ever feel better than this. And they Amy starts to talk to him.
“Oh, Lister…” she says in a moan that makes him even shorter of breath. Oh, god. The way she says it. It tightens everything in his body.
“Amy…” he lets a strangled whisper escape.
“Shh, don’t talk,” Amy says authoritatively. “I want you completely silent. I want to see if we can make you forget…” (she kisses down his neck) “…how…” (she sits up on her knees, her hair falling over her pale breasts) “…to…” (she straddles his chest, takes his hands and positions them above his head, held tight by her own hand as she leans over him, her hair falling down around his face) “…talk…”.
And then she plunges her tongue into his mouth and tightens her grip on his hands, and he is straining against her hold, and pushing his mouth into hers, and moving his hips, trying to push more of himself into Jack’s mouth.
He feels himself getting close - too soon! too soon!, he tells himself - and he tries to alert them, by stilling his hips and whimpering. Jack takes the hint, and pulls his lips from around Lister. Amy seems to love the sound of him desperately losing control, because she moans into his mouth and scratches down his forearms, which makes him suddenly afraid that he might come to soon after all, but he regains his composure at the last second. When he looks into her eyes, he knows she is aware of how close she brought him, and she loves the feeling of power. She may be simultaneously the sexiest and most unpredictable lover he has ever had, and the challenge in her eyes will not go unmet.
Lister remembers that his arms are now free from restraint, and he runs them over her body, atop his. He reaches a hand between her legs, and moans with pleasure when he feels how wet she is. She makes a beautiful gasping sound as his middle finger pushes gently into her, and then he adds a second finger almost instantly because she is so ready for it. She grinds her hips into his hand, and he pushes into her harder, allowing his thumb to press over her clit. She cries out and rides his hand even harder, as he begins to rub her with his thumb in circles.
The sight of her, pale, with flushed cheeks and cascades of red hair, moving over him, pushing into his hand, making those wonderful little cries, is one of the most lovely things he has ever seen. He feels Jack move behind her, and then sees the other man kissing her neck, nibbling at it, and whispering sweet nothings to her. She leans her head back against Jack’s shoulder, and for a moment, both men are at work pleasing her, Jack with his hands scratching along her skin in a way she seems to adore, Lister with his fingers inside her, making her grind and gasp. Both men think she is so beautiful in her abandon, and that she has no idea how amazing she looks right now, between them.
When her breathing starts to change, Lister and Jack share a smile. Her cheeks burn pink against the white of the rest of her, and Jack’s arms roaming her body are dark shadows against its light, leaving little trails where his nails have dragged and made her moan. Jack reaches down to stroke his hand up and down Lister’s cock in slow, deliberate pulses, more to maintain the connection they three share than to bring him to completion. Amy is blissfully unaware of their shared gaze, and she leans on both of them to help her hold up her body as the pleasure builds in her. With one hand on Lister, Jack reaches his other hand up to run through Amy’s hair, and Lister hears him whisper to her, “Come for us.” Perhaps it is the words that finally send her over the edge, because she works up to a wordless scream, which lasts several seconds, and then slumps onto Jack for support.
Lister and Jack help to lie her down on the bed, while she makes contented sounds and her eyelids flutter.
“We’ll give you a minute to compose yourself,” Jack tells her with fondness, before he hops off the bed and heads for his coat by the door. He finds one of the pockets, and pulls something out before returning.
“Now, Lister, I think it’s about time we got you sorted out,” he says with a wide grin and a shamelessly erect cock. Lister shivers in anticipation, and opens his legs a little wider, knowing what Jack is about to do. Jack undoes the cap on the lube he just fished from his coat pocket, and slathers the fingers on one hand, then he places the tube nearby on the mattress, spares a satisfied look at Amy who is still sprawled out and watching him with heavy-lidded eyes, and gets on his knees between Lister’s legs.
Lister lies transfixed as he watches Jack’s lean down and take his cock into his mouth again. Amy moans appreciatively at the sight, and Jack allows his lubed fingers to circle Lister’s entrance. Though Lister wants to watch, the feel of it drives his eyes closed and his head back, and his back arching. Jack takes him deep into his throat, and at the same time, tentatively pushes a finger inside. Lister forces himself to relax. It doesn’t hurt, in fact it feels really good. He wonders if the lube is some special kind from the same place Jack is from, because it has a similar effect. The pheromones are making him tingle and stretch from the inside, and he is soon pushing down onto Jack’s finger, wanting more.
Jack willingly gives him more. He pushes two fingers inside, hardly having to allow time before a third can be added. Lister feels that three still isn’t enough, and Jack reaches deep, and with a mission, grazing along his prostate. Lister cries out.
Amy giggles and seems to come to life again. She leans over to kiss him languidly, and he quickly changes the tone of the kiss from content to needy. She follows him there, and Lister writhes against them both, his mind utterly unreachable in the frenzy of feel and taste and passion. He doesn’t care how it happens now, but he needs it to happen.
Jack stops working him, and sits up. Amy looks over at him and nods. She kisses Lister one last time and says, “See you when it’s all over.”
He doesn’t know what that means, he just knows he needs her. She clambers on top of him again, but this time she faces away from him. He has a stunning view of her long back, her hips, her little round ass.
She pulls a pillow down from the head of the bed, and hands it to Jack, who puts it under Lister’s hips, to help give him a better angle of entry. Lister is beginning to realize how they’re going to do this, and it almost makes him smile. There is something bittersweet about it, but the throbbing need in him overtakes any other sentiment.
She reaches down for his cock and raises above him, placing just the tip inside her, as though she’s waiting for something.
Jack positions himself comfortably at Lister’s entrance, pushing the tip inside the other man gently, and pausing there, as though he, too is waiting for something.
The way they are, Lister lying face-up, Amy about to ride him backwards, and Jack about to push into him, feels so intimate. Amy raises her arms up to rest on Jack’s shoulders, and they kiss as she lowers down onto Lister, and Jack pushes inside him.
Suddenly, the room is full of colors, and not dark like it was before. Or maybe that’s just behind Lister’s eyelids. He is feeling, he is thrusting, he is pushing he is holding, and caressing, and watching, and breathing, and full, and emptying, and hearing their sighs and their joyful laughter, and sweating, and crying out and just so alive…
Amy is the first to come, and when Lister feels her tightening rhythmically around him, he sees stars, and feels himself release into her. Jack follows seconds later, pulled into bliss by the way Lister tightens as he comes.
All three fall into each others arms, and pant, and smile, and allow the ringing in their ears to fade before getting up to search for their clothes.