Guest of Honor (RPF, NC-17, Callis/McDonnell/Bamber)

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it's all their fault.



Title: Guest of Honor
Author: so_frakked_up
Summary: James Callis hosts an after party at the Jules Verne Festival. How’s that for a summary?
Spoilers: Ummmm, Jules Verne Festival?
Pairing: James Callis/Mary McDonnell/Jamie Bamber
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 4,943
Notes: This fic is out of control. It’s not my fault, it’s their fault for being so sexy and posing so nicely at the Jules Verne Festival. Please note that this fic exists outside of any and all existing relationships that James, Mary or Jamie have or have had with other people. Because this is porn. That’s it. Just a lotta porn. By the way, I wrote this with “Come Around” by M.I.A. on repeat. If you're inclined to read with music, it adds to the mood.
Disclaimer: I don’t mean any harm, this is just therapy for me, so please don’t sue me for defamation or something, please, I know this disclaimer won’t even matter if you come after me with your bevy of lawyers, but do know I only did this with your best interests in heart. Okay, that’s a lie. It’s with my best interests in heart. I’m a selfish, sick little fic writer. That being said, no copyright infringement or personal slander intended.

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James invites her up to his room after the Sunday evening reception at le Grand Rex. It wasn't a spoken invite, because that's not the way they do things. It was the look he gave her a few times during the day, the room number he wrote on the back of a program leaflet and slid over to her while they sat on the panel. They didn't talk about it, didn't mention it at all for the rest of the day. Mary felt the normal nervous tingling in her abdomen develop as the reception waned.

He left the reception before she did, in fact, most people left before she did. She has a tendency to get caught up in conversation with people and lose track of time. In addition, she also has the ability to command attention, to get others to hang on her every word. This makes for an abundance of chat on a variety of subjects that gets even more interesting as more alcohol is consumed. She finishes up a little-too-personal conversation about sex in bathroom stalls with some fellow attendees--life imitates art, Mary says, and with that, I must be going.

Hôtel Fouquet's Barrière is elegant and private, and she leaves the outside world behind the moment she steps in the door. She's grateful that once inside she seemingly disappears. No one gives her a second glance, no one asks her for a picture or a word of advice. She is anonymous, and it's this anonymity that makes it easier for her to ride the elevator past her floor and to his. She slips out the door, tucking her hair behind her ear as she wanders down the hall, her heels sinking into the plush carpet.

She knocks on his door and he opens it, jacket off, vest unbuttoned. He looks like he's been drinking, but that's not unusual for James at all. A day's worth of stubble on the edge of his jaw makes her melt a little inside, though she'd never let on.

He moves aside and she arches an eyebrow at him as she walks into his suite. He closes the door and she turns around to face him, her lips parted with bated breath.

x x x x

He's felt the telltale spark between them all afternoon--her eyes flashed with it in instances when she thought nobody was looking. He knows the look well and honestly, it makes him hard. She always makes him bloody hard as hell when she looks at him like that.

He grabs the collar of her suit jacket and pulls her against him sharply. She gasps before their mouths crash into each other, teeth grating, and she whimpers against his lips when their tongues greet. Mary tastes like her drink of the night--vodka martinis, several of them. She always needs something to loosen her up before they hook up like this.

She presses her fingernails into the fabric of his dress shirt and scratches them up and down his sides, making him shiver. He kisses her jaw down to her neck, the smell of her and something notably Chanel filling his senses.

He presses his teeth against the tendon of her neck and she breathes out, nudging her body against his. She pushes him harder and he backs up against the door with a thud. She presses against him, finding his hardness in his loose suit pants and taking advantage of it by grinding her thigh on it with a soft laugh.

"Don't you tease me," he says, his lips pressed against her neck. He tastes her skin and takes an earlobe between his teeth. She hisses. "We won't make it to the bed, at any rate."

"I don't really care where you fuck me, James," she murmurs, her hand moving down to take over for her thigh. She traces his cock with her fingers, then palms it through the fabric. It takes all his strength not to let his body sag against the door.

He kisses her again and slides his fingers under the shoulders of her jacket to yank it down. She jumps a little with a gasp that relents to a smile against his mouth. Her arms are bare underneath and he traces over the soft lines of muscles with his fingers.

"Oh, the possibilities," he murmurs against her lips.

x x x x

She's wet. She can't help it. They've always had this thing, and she doesn't know where it comes from or why it's there but the few instances they've let themselves slip and give in to whatever energy drives them together have been mindblowing to say the least.

All she wants is his hand up her dress, between her legs, touching her there. His fingers feather over the skin of her arms, causing goosebumps to rise.

She sucks on his lower lip and rubs her thigh on the side of his leg. The light fabric of her dress shifts up and he catches her drift. He runs his hand up the side of her leg, under her dress, to cup her ass. She lets out a satisfied giggle as she feels herself twitch deliciously somewhere deep inside.

"Yeah," she breathes. "Yeah."

It takes her a few seconds to realize that someone has walked up behind her, but she feels something graze against her back and she snaps her head to the side.

"It's just me." It takes a second for the British accent, vaguely familiar, to register in her head.

She bites her lip as Jamie pushes her hair away from her neck and kisses it once. He lightly presses against her body and she closes her eyes, tilting her head to allow him more access. James kisses her mouth and she rubs his cock harder with her hand. Jamie's mouth moves to her bare shoulder and his hand runs up her stomach to cup her breast. He works his fingers under the plunging neckline and strokes her hardened nipple with his fingers.

"Okay," she breathes, her head slightly dizzy from the alcohol and stimulation. She feels Jamie's hard cock grazing her ass and moans, pushing back against him. "Okay. What's going on? James? Jamie?"

"We're celebrating our Jules Verne Awards," James says, kissing the other side of her neck. Jamie's mouth is still hot on the skin of her shoulder. "Just the three of us. Don't you agree, Jamie, that this is indeed the best kind of celebration one can have?"

"Oh, absolutely," Jamie says. He pinches her nipple lightly between her fingers and she squeaks, her mouth dropping open.

"And you," James says, looking Mary in the eyes. She feels her heartbeat quicken and she licks her upper lip out of habit. "We really want to celebrate with you. As our guest of honor, you might say."

"Oh, my God," she breathes, her mind racing. Liquor does shit for her judgment, she knows this. But it's Paris, and she's toasted and bored and wildly aroused, and they're together, the three of them, for maybe the last time ever...

She turns her head to kiss Jamie hard.

x x x x

Now this is something he's thought about for a bloody long time.

Mary kisses like sin. The entire scenario is a sin, hopefully one they'll all forgive themselves for in the morning. But for now, her mouth is working against his and he's pressed against her back, his heart pounding. Their tongues tangle and her hard breath hits his cheek.

Then he remembers that yes, he has his hand against her bare tit, which is amazing, firm and perfect, and he teases her while they kiss. James is leaning against the door, watching. Jamie can feel his eyes on them. This was all his idea. Not that he'd object. Jamie found both of them unbelievably hot, so together? Bloody hell.

Jamie pulls his mouth from Mary’s and they breathe, their eyes meeting.

"Why are we still standing up?" she says, out of breath, running her fingers through her hair absently.

"No good reason," Jamie says, casting a glance to James. He shrugs.

Mary presses back against Jamie and he moves away enough for her to slide out from between them. Her suit jacket drops. Then she slides her arms out of her dress and lets it pile on the floor at her feet.

She grabs Jamie’s tie and lets it slide through her fingers with a tug. Then she rolls her eyes at them and walks away toward the bed with just the slightest sway of her black lace-clad hips.

"I'll be over here," she calls over her shoulder.

"Bloody hell," Jamie breathes, looking at James in amazement.

"There really are no words," James responds, brushing past him.

x x x x

When James arrives at the bed Mary’s lying back on her elbows, her hair spilling over her shoulders. Still in the barely-there bra and panties, the same bra she was showing off to everyone and their sisters at Rex. She'd noticed him looking at it--how could he not?--and she'd leaned into him, her mouth close to his ear.

"It drives them crazy," she'd whispered. "Unbutton the top few buttons of your shirt."

Mary was always the master of her own game.

She looks up at him from the bed now, trailing her fingers over her stomach with an interested tilt of her head. She watches as he pulls off his dress shirt, his skin prickling under her gaze. Sometimes the looks she gives him scorch him somehow, and this is one of those times.

He hears Jamie walk up behind him, feels Jamie's hands run up his bare back and over his shoulders. He closes his eyes to Jamie's mouth between his shoulder blades, his tongue pressing against his skin. He fights back a moan.

James looks at Mary and she smirks. "I don't mind watching," she murmurs.

"Bugger," he breathes, that mere statement making him harder, as if it were even possible. And then, he thinks as Jamie's fingers rake down his sides and slide around his waist, it might not even be her at all. It could be the fact that Jamie Fucking Bamber is assaulting his back with his mouth.

James feels Jamie tug at his zipper and unfasten his suit pants and his breathing turns ragged with anticipation. He closes his eyes, not sure if he wants to meet Mary's eyes at this point. It might be a little weird. James slides his hand down Jamie's muscular thigh and tenses his fingers against it when Jamie's hand circles his cock.

James' pants fall around his ankles and he bites his lip with a low groan. He can feel the tip of Jamie's tongue trailing his shoulders and the skim of Jamie's teeth on the back of his neck. But it's Jamie's hand working his cock slowly and firmly that makes him moan and incites the involuntary thrust of his hips.

"You're so hot," he hears Jamie breathe against his skin. His palm slides over him again and James grits his teeth, his grip on Jamie's thigh tightening.

He and Jamie are both breathing pretty heavily, but then James hears a sound come from in front of him and remembers Mary is still there, watching. He opens his eyes and nearly loses himself completely when he sees her with her hand down the front of her panties.

"What the bloody hell," James breathes. Jamie's hand squeezes him more firmly and he squeaks.

"You want me to stop?" she says breathily, biting her lip. She lets out a little hum, her eyelids fluttering shut. "I don't think I want to."

"No," James says quickly, gasping as Jamie strokes him again. "No, don't, please, for the love of God, don't."

"Okay." He can see her hand moving under the fabric and her upper lip twitches. He breathes deeply, watching her and moving with the slow roll of Jamie's hips against his ass.

"What's she doing?" Jamie murmurs, his mouth open against James' back.

"She's touching herself," James says. He feels his cock twitch in Jamie's hand.

"Holy shite," Jamie says.

"I can hear you guys," she says, her voice a twinge irritated, "and it's really fucking with my mood."

x x x x

Jamie has been enjoying James more than he thought he would. His skin tastes slightly of salt under his tongue and his cock is nothing short of amazing, hard and hot in his hand. And the shiver that passes through James' body with each squeeze and stroke is driving him bloody insane.

And as if he wasn't hard enough, grinding into James' ass, then James had to go and say that Mary was touching herself right in front of them.

"I can hear you guys," she says, and he's pretty sure she's pissed off, "and it's really fucking with my mood."

Definitely pissed off. Jamie pulls away from James, who's unsteady on his feet after leaning back on Jamie so much. Jamie sheds his shirt and looks at Mary--her long legs are splayed slightly and her hand is still in her panties, though it's not moving. She gives him an expectant look, her eyes traveling his chest and back up to his eyes.

Jamie climbs over Mary on his hands and knees and nudges her shoulder with his forehead. She settles onto her back as their mouths meet, lips lingering for a few precious seconds before she flicks her tongue out like a snake. Her hands immediately go to his hair and she rakes her fingernails through it, then down his neck and across his shoulders.

He hums against her mouth, kissing her harder. He kisses under her ear and she arches her chest slightly to him with a moan.

"Is this better?" he asks, nuzzling her neck. She's so soft there. His chest grazes her breasts, still entrapped in her bra.

"Getting there," she says, running her fingers under his waistband at the small of his back. "Try harder."

Jamie Bamber loves trying harder. He smirks.

He slides his hand down her stomach between them, holding himself over her with one arm as his fingers slip under her panties. She smiles, looking into his eyes the entire time. It drives him crazy.

Jamie cups her and moans as he feels her wet heat on his fingers. He resists the urge to rip off her panties and fuck her senseless, knowing he needs to wait, a little longer anyway. She whimpers softly and he catches her lower lip between his teeth.

James has taken the liberty of removing his boxers and settles in at her side completely naked. She's still kissing Jamie and when Jamie slips his fingers between her folds she kisses him harder, her moan stuck in the back of her throat.

Her hips rise to him and she shivers and turns her head to the side. James leans in to kiss her and she kisses him back with a whimper as Jamie's fingers slide over her clit.

Jamie takes the clue and starts kissing her breasts, sucking on her nipples through the fabric of her bra, then works his way down her stomach and her hips. Jamie looks up from between her legs and she's writhing and whimpering into James' kisses. It's nothing short of breathtaking.

He slips her panties down her legs and he can barely think straight--he is trippin' out, really, truly trippin' out at all of this--when he kisses the inside of her thigh. She yanks her mouth away from James and tilts her head back, panting softly as Jamie's mouth gets closer and finally covers her. She. Tastes. Amazing, he thinks, over and over, and she sounds amazing, humming and growling like a cat, and she feels amazing, her hips rising to Jamie's mouth in rhythm with his tongue.

x x x x

James admits to himself that he's a tad bit jealous that Jamie took the southern route on Mary, but he really doesn't mind having a firsthand view of Jamie eating her out and he's also really, really getting off on the sounds she's making next to his ear.

"Yeah," she breathes, tangling her hand in James' hair and holding his mouth to her neck. James runs his hand over her body, nuzzling into her skin, licking it, kissing it. He kneads her breast gently under her bra and exchanges a look with Jamie over the flat plane of her stomach. His breath catches in his throat at the intensity of the look in Jamie’s eyes. Jamie gives her an emphatic lick, the tip of his tongue flicking through her, against her, and she cries out with a twist of her hips.

James grits his teeth and looks back at Mary's face. He truly can't take watching it any more or he's going to blow his load all over her thigh.

Mary tugs on James' hair harder as Jamie laps at her faster.

"I think you like this," James whispers into her ear.

He watches a smile twitch over her lips. Her tongue traces the ridges of her teeth. "I think you're right."

Then she sucks in a gasp and whimpers, her eyes squeezing shut more firmly. James watches, fascinated, as she starts to come, shifting her body on the sheets in a distortedly sexy writhe.

And she's loud--much louder than he expects--when she actually does, her fist gnarled into James' hair. She cries out so loudly he nearly cringes, not that he has a personal problem with her coming, or even her coming loudly, but they do have neighbors on either side of them. Apparently, Jamie is just that good.

"Fuck," she growls, her head rolling on the pillow. "Oh, my God."

Jamie rises, licking his lips. He crawls up over Mary again and instead of kissing her, kisses James instead, his tongue pushing into his mouth. James can taste her, sweet and sour, and it's nothing short of fantastic.

x x x x

Her head is reeling and she's still in a dreamy afterglow as she watches James and Jamie kiss. It's all new to her but she's not averse to two handsome men taking their turns with her and each other. It makes her abdomen flutter. And the fact that Jamie Bamber, young, young Jamie, just made her come with his mouth makes her blush, just a little.

They keep kissing until Mary clears her throat, secretly amused. They both look down at her at the same time.

"Haven't we paid you enough attention?" James says as Jamie kisses her. His mouth tastes faintly of her and he's soft, gentle, warm.

"Mmmm," she hums against Jamie's lips. She wants more, and she wants it more badly than she ever thought she would when this whole thing started with the two of them. She breaks off the kiss with Jamie to look at James.

"I'm the guest of honor," she says demurely, twirling her hair in her fingers. They laugh and Jamie kisses her again. Her heart flutters a little bit.

"So what would fancy the guest of honor?" Jamie replies, kissing her cheek.

She tilts her chin and whispers into his ear.

x x x x

Jamie has to admit to feeling, for lack of a better word, honored that Mary chose him to fuck, but the egocentric side of himself assumed she would do just that. He's a real lucky bastard and he knows it. He lives a pretty fucking charmed life.

There's something mysterious and erotic about the fact that she's straddling his hips with her bra still on. Her long hair tickles his cheeks as she leans down to kiss him softly on the lips.

Mary runs her fingers over the chiseled muscles of his chest, her eyes curiously roaming along with them. Her tongue is peeking out from between her lips and she looks at him and giggles and rolls her eyes.

"What?" he asks, running his hands up her thighs.

"The alcohol's wearing off," she says with a toss of her hair. She presses her hands against his chest and leans over his face. He feels her hips rise.

"But fuck it,” she adds in a whisper.

Mary settles herself down on him slowly and he grits his teeth, letting out a slow breath. Holy hell, he thinks, holy seven rings of hell. She's so hot, and tight, and the face she makes when she slides down onto him is something between serenity and lust.

"Jamie," she breathes, her knees tightening against him.

"Yuh--Yeah?" he stammers, his cheeks heated. He's a schoolboy, a fucking schoolboy.

She kisses his bottom lip and rises on him again, rolling her hips. He grabs her ass, kneading gently, and watches her sigh.

He feels the bed adjusting as James climbs back on--he doesn't know what James was doing all this time but he really doesn't care--but he feels the weight shift around his legs. He averts his eyes from Mary's face and sees James' face over her shoulder.

"This is some seriously fucked up shite," Jamie says, with immediate regret for saying it aloud.

Mary lets out a laugh and tilts her head so her hair falls to the side. James takes the cue and kisses the side of her neck, sliding his hands up her stomach to cup her breasts. She moans and rises and falls on Jamie again, leaning back onto James for support.

"I can't believe you just said that, man," James says, his tone teasing.

"Boys," Mary says, slapping Jamie's chest before she puts her hands over James' on her breasts, "Shut up and get to work."

Jamie obeys her order with a hard thrust up into her hips. She makes a little gasping sound that sends a sizzle down his spine, so he does it again. She responds with her own pressure down onto his cock, enveloping him, warm and wet.

James is teasing her shoulder with his teeth and he bites her bra strap and pulls it away from her skin. It snaps back into place and Mary whimpers, giggles, and starts riding Jamie a little faster. She looks into his eyes and he takes it as a challenge, grinding up against her harder.

Jamie closes his eyes, feeling a telltale tingle low in his abdomen, and as much as he's trying to hold out he's really not sure how much longer he can. Maybe not looking at her will help.

Suddenly he feels himself slip out of her and he waits, expecting her to slide back down on him. When he feels nothing, he opens his eyes to find her leaning over his body, on all fours above him.

"Your turn's over," she breathes, kissing him hard. He kisses her back, confused as fuck, their tongues tangling.

x x x x

James is enjoying rubbing his cock against Mary's ass and is also quite appreciating his hands on her breasts, even if they're still clothed. She's fucking Jamie and she's fucking him pretty bloody hard. James kisses her shoulder and neck, tasting the light sheen of sweat she's working up, and he looks down at Jamie and is quite bemused by the angelic, yet lusty look on his face.

Then, without warning, Mary lifts her hips and falls forward with her hands on the bed next to Jamie's shoulders.

"Your turn's over," she tells Jamie before she kisses him. She tilts her hips upward and James is very pleased by this recent turn of events.

She finishes kissing Jamie and looks over her shoulder. "Come on. I don't have all fucking night, James."

"You're the guest of honor," James says, finding the perfect place with his fingers before sliding inside of her in one slow movement.

She makes an amazing sound when he settles in, one he's heard before and he craves so badly every time he sees her, something between a moan and a squeak, he doesn't really know, but it's... amazing.

James begins to fuck her, long slow strokes in and out, and she works her hips against him while dipping her head to kiss Jamie. James runs his hands down her soft, sculpted back and grabs onto her hips to thrust harder. His third thrust makes her gasp and part lips with Jamie.

"Yeah," she says, squeezing around him. "Come on. You can do better than that."

"Oh, I can, and I shall," James says, bending down to lick between her shoulder blades.

"You're cheesy as fuck," Jamie chuckles. James watches him slide his hand between Mary's legs and he feels Jamie's fingers start to work Mary's clit. She moans and tosses her head, her hair spreading across her back. James grabs it, silky strands sliding through his fingers as he moves faster, harder.

"You like that?" he hears Jamie say to her. She's panting and James can feel her quivering around him.

She stops moving her hips and James feels her clutching at him more, dragging him slowly over the edge with her. She whimpers, over and over, and it gets louder, and she starts whispering to Jamie not to stop, not ever to stop, don't stop, don't stop, and hearing the desperation in her voice is the last thing James needs to come, his fingers digging deeply into her hips. She hisses and cries out, her body stiffening under him, over Jamie.

x x x x

She just came, hard, so fucking hard her head is reeling and her body feels like it's mid-flight, somewhere among the stars. Among the stars. Right. The analogy she forms in her head makes her laugh breathlessly at the sheer irony of it all.

"Yeah," she says, shivering as Jamie's fingers slowly circle her sensitive clit. "Yeah...guest of honor is right."

She leans down to kiss Jamie again and realizes, as her stomach grazes his cock, that he's the only poor bastard who hasn't gotten off in this whole scenario. She slides her hand between them and grabs his cock, squeezing and stroking it roughly.

"Oh, frak," Jamie says, nearly a squeal.

She laughs, as does James. "Who are you, Lee Adama?" she teases, sitting up to be able to reach him more fully.

"If you want," he says breathlessly, his hips thrusting into her hand. "Whatever you want, just keep that up."

She grins and continues stroking him. She's settled back on James' thighs and he seems to be in some sort of otherworldly state himself, his breath slowing against her ear.

"Come on, Jamie," Mary whispers, raising her eyebrow at him. She bites her lip and looks him straight in the eyes. She smirks. She guesses this is what'll do it for him, and she's right by a long shot. He groans and thrusts into her hand, and in three seconds, it's game over for Jamie Bamber.

"Here's to you, Mrs. Robinson," James growls from behind her, nuzzling her hair with his nose.

"Don’t even say that, James. I'm hotter than her," Mary says with a grin. "No contest."

Jamie's eyes are still squeezed shut and she giggles, dragging the sheet over and tucking it into his hand. She looks away as he cleans up the mess on his stomach. It's been a very long time since she made a man come on his stomach, and this revelation makes her giggle more.

She rolls off of Jamie, out of James' arms and onto the bed next to Jamie with a sated sigh. She lies on her side and curls up next to Jamie, nuzzling her nose into his neck. She traces his chest, still in awe over how defined his muscles are--she's seen it dozens of times before, but feeling it is different. Very different. James follows her onto the bed, settling behind her and kissing her shoulder blades.

"You all right?" she asks Jamie, kissing his ear.

"Oh yeah," Jamie says, sighing. "I'm splendid, thank you for asking."

"Mmmmm," she murmurs, cuddling closer to him.

James laughs, his warm body sticking to hers, but it's a comfortable feeling, one she'll enjoy until she feels, as always, that it's been long enough and it's time to step out back into reality.

"You know," she says, closing her eyes with a smile. "Jules Verne is turning in his grave right now."

"God bless him," James says.

"So Say We All," Jamie answers.

- The end. -