Sam and her boys, 8e: Hit the road, Jack, Part 2, NC17, Sam/Jack/Siler
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Summary: The ride continues
Chapter 8e: Hit the road, Jack, Part 2 (NC17)
She didn't trust them enough to go back to their room and let them follow on their own; instead, she stood quietly and watched them stare at each other. Soaked to the skin and no doubt cold enough to shiver, two feet of space and a world of hurt, love -however unspoken-, and challenge standing between them. They weren't entirely past this yet.
And when Jack's leg whipped out and tried to sweep Siler's knees down, she swore under her breath. Yes, Siler avoided the move. And yes, she saw the lightening in his expression that was his old smile as he swung at Jack.
Watching the suddenly very real combat training tensely, ready to call a halt if she saw either of them about to be seriously injured, Sam didn't like their starting in on the fighting when they hadn't taken the time to heal the breech between them properly. But the point was to heal Siler, really, and if Jack could maintain this fighting spirit, she knew it would go far to making up for the last week of hesitations.
For almost ten minutes, she stood, getting frozen in the drizzling night, occasionally calling hold when one of them started a move that she could see the other wasn't ready for; would be actually injured by. Or when Siler almost dragged Jack to the edge between the mud and the gravel. Then Jack was the one to call a halt as they were about to grapple.
"That's not a good enough counter.. Carter."
Automatically responding to the order, albeit with a raised brow, Sam stepped forward. Rolling her neck and running her legs muscles through some very small warm-ups, she took a second to look the two panting men over. They were covered in mud from the toes of the runners they'd had on to train to the tops of their spiky-haired heads. Front, back, noses to zippers; they looked like mud monsters.
*Smiling* mud monsters.
She shook her head. As often as they'd both hit the ground, there was no question that they were sore. And yet they smiled. Men!
Getting into the better position to respond to Jack's attack, she nodded for Siler to move further back, "Just keep an eye on my legs."
"She means the way she's using them, not just standing there and drooling, sergeant."
She snickered and Siler rolled his eyes at the not-quite-natural tease as he found a safe spot to watch from as she countered the move and sent Jack sprawling. If there'd been a way to do it gently, she would have. As it was, she followed him down to stroke his cheek while he caught his breath and until he held his hand out to be helped up. They redid the demonstration twice before she went back to the sidelines, thoroughly splashed with mud, and with more rubbed off on her from touching Jack.
Siler tried for ten minutes to repeat the counter, but when she saw Jack shiver, she called a halt. "That's it. You're both worn out. Enough for today. We all need to get warm and fed before we end up sicker than dogs."
When they didn't argue, Sam rolled her eyes, not even bothering to wonder how sore that meant they were. They might be hers, and she might love them with her whole heart.. but they were still idiots.
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They took turns at the hot shower and avoided facing the rain again by ordering Chinese in; and when they were done, no one bothered to deny how worn out, physically and mentally, they all were. They just killed the lights and got ready to crawl into bed.
Making sure she was the last to take her turn in the bathroom was the final chance Sam was giving them to settle their differences like adults. When she stepped out and found an empty space between them just her size, she literally growled, glaring at both of their impassive expressions, "Siler. Move over. Now." She was definitely not letting them get away with pretending to still be mad at each other. This was *not* going to be the time they went to bed angry.
She didn't say another word as they refused to snuggle, laying stiffly side by side. If they wanted to play silly buggers: fine. She knew the two of them; by morning they'd be wrapped around each other like puppies.
That she'd be wrapped around Siler's back just as tight had nothing to do with anything.
When she woke in the middle of the night, though, Siler was a few inches away from her.
He *was*, on the other hand, wrapped tight around Jack. It wasn't until she heard Jack mutter "Hell yes." that her brain bothered to wake up though. Wake and realize that Siler's muscles were stiff with tension. Laying as relaxed as she could to not attract notice, trying to control her increasingly quick breathing, Sam felt the bed shift near her bent knees as she lay on her side. Siler caught his breath and Jack choked a groan into almost silence, and she knew. A quick glance at the bed table on Jack's side showed a haphazardly laying tube of KY that she'd last seen innocently standing with the bottle of pain meds they'd brought in expectation of training.
The surge of arousal she felt only got stronger as she listened to their very quiet union, watching Siler's bruised and abraded back flex and shiver as they swallowed moans and whimpers, every sound reassuring her. She could just see the back of Jack's head as Siler's snapped forward suddenly and she shivered as they tried to keep their cries soft, making herself close her eyes and re-relaxing the muscles that had tensed as she got aroused.
It was going to take a while for her to get back to sleep, but they were together; in the *real* sense of the word now. That was all that mattered to her.
She listened happily as they whispered back and forth, however hesitant and stilted the tone, as they settled back down, and Jack must have turned around at some point because she could hear the soft, slurpy sound of sleepy kisses and tender chuckles. She was glad to be behind Siler's back; she could smile as mistily as she wanted and not make either of them feel self-conscious for dropping the strong, silent and *of course not* tender romantic facades that they both took such pride in cultivating.
It was strange to realize that they mixed military camaraderie and tenderness as much with each other as they did with her. She'd never really stopped to notice that Jack still sometimes treated her like one of the boys; though seeing it now made it easier to understand how they'd so quickly found a way to act with each other within these new feelings. They'd already had practise with the double vision, and feelings meant more than gender.
When they quieted, she gave in to her need for them and snuggled up to Siler, feeling the hand Jack had on his lower back brush her crotch and opening her eyes to meet the general's over Siler's shoulder as both men tensed slightly.
Siler didn't turn his head fully, but it tilted slightly so that his hair brushed her nose; casual greeting and affection. Automatic, relaxed inclusion in their intimacy. She gave Jack a soft smile, glad to see him relax, forehead back against Siler's as his fingers lazily teased the short hairs of her pussy. She sighed contentedly and nuzzled Siler's nape, holding him tightly as she let sleep over-power arousal.
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When Sam opened her eyes again, the room had that dim brightness of sun though heavy, cheap drapes. And Siler was on his side, watching her with that very faint smile of his. Sam smiled back, tender and relieved after yesterday's pain, "Good morning."
"Morning."
More memories of the previous evening started to crowd her mind and Sam reached over to cup his cheek, the warmth of his skin and the sharp prickle of his beard intensely reassuring, "We were worried." She hadn't really meant to whisper that, but she remembered too well the fear that had hit as she held Jack.
When he looked down, lips twisting a little, Sam cuddled her body closer, needing to know that he was *here*.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."
She was shaking her head and raising Siler's chin before he even finished the husky words, "No. You had every right to clear your head, Siler. Trust me, it's how *I* react, and how Jack reacts too. I wasn't trying to make you feel guilty," he was watching her so seriously that Sam touched a soft kiss to both corners of his lips, glad to feel them twitch into a smile, "I just wanted you to know we- care about you." He didn't seem to notice the stutter on the word 'care' and Sam wondered how much longer the real word was going to stay out of their mouths. Especially if life was going to keep worrying them like it had the last little while.
The soft wonder in his eyes at even *that* word made her ache, too aware of how alone he'd been for so long, and she wasn't surprised that rather than try to speak, he tugged her closer and slowly teased her lips into parting for his.
Jack continued to snore at Siler's back as they kissed softly, holding each other tight, both burying the fear and distance that had appeared between them in the wake of the fight.
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When they stopped for gas later that day, Siler decided he didn't like the state of a clamp on his bike and insisted on changing it before they moved on. Which, with Sam browsing the tourist shop attached to the gas station, left Jack to his own thoughts.
Sitting sideways on his bike and staring into the trees around them, he felt out of sync. Siler had been friendly enough this morning, and they'd all taken the riding order of the day before without comment.
But something was still off. Not that he had a right to be surprised about it.
When they'd settled into the motel last night, they'd all been throwing leers, only half-teasing, at each other; promises of leather-loving in the air. But this morning, they'd been quiet. Calm, collected. No teasing, no leering. No playing.
No, he couldn't expect them to be. Not really. But it still nagged at him.
And so did that last sight of Siler before he walked out of their room; it still sent pain lancing through him and fear gibbering through the back of his mind. He was so fucking frustrated at himself for not being able to get past his feelings for the man and do what was necessary to train him. Siler *did* need the training; Jack understood *that* perfectly. Helplessness was the worst hell.
The worst.
Turning to stare at the man crouched besides his old Harley, Jack really wished he could go back and undo this mess. Would it really have been so hard for him to admit he was screwing up?? That he was just too out of practise at wiping his opponent's face at need to manage it even partially on someone he loved. Even though objectively, he knew that having Siler trained would, in the end, make him feel at least a little better the next time he was in danger.
Growling at the unchangeability of the past, he gave in to the need for contact, standing up slowly and waiting for his lower back to accept the change and adjust. Mentally snarling at the stupid move that had thrown it out, he covered the distance to Siler and crouched down himself, ignoring the way his knees popped and ached, unforgiving after the long ride.
Just besides and behind the sergeant, he was out of his way.. but he could -*would*, if things had been different- trail fingers on his back or shoulder. Feeling half-crippled from holding himself away, he cleared his throat and mumbled inanely instead, "When did you start playing with bikes?"
Siler gave him a guarded -damn, that *hurt*- look before replying, "When I was 12. Did something for someone and they gave me a busted Suzuki 750; fixed it up."
Jack whistled, impressed in spite of himself, "Must have been *some*.. thing." *And* a smart 12 year old; not that *that* surprised him.
It was beyond a stupid joke, but Siler's lips still quirked, and Jack barely held back a sigh of relief. If Siler still laughed at his dumb jokes, then he still had a chance to fix this.
Staying crouched and watching silently for a while, Jack finally tried the one thing he'd realized he'd forgotten last night.
"I'm sorry."
Siler froze and Jack saw his lashes drop as he stared at his profile, grumbling, "I should have told you why I was hesitating to fight back. Should have admitted it to *myself*, for that matter." Sam was right; he *was* an idiot.
Siler finally nodded; just one quick head-tilt before going back to finishing off the job and putting his road kit away. It wasn't much, and Jack was still wondering where he stood when Siler.. *stood* up.
Looking up at him, Jack was never more grateful to be offered a hand. Although the view wasn't bad... But then, once he got his knees straightened, Siler pulled him into a lightening-quick hug with a muttered "It's OK. We're OK."
Almost shocked by the public affection, Jack took a second to process the realization that he'd been forgiven. Trying to unobtrusively catch his breath and watching Siler repack his bike, he tested the waters hesitantly, "So... Want to tackle Sam straight to bed when we stop tonight?"
The sudden bright smile that that got him was a memory he made a point to polish and frame and promise himself never to forget. The man needed to smile more.
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Stepping off the old wooden stairs of the shop, Sam looked up at the bright sun and slid her sunglasses on with a happy smile. No matter how hot it got, she still preferred to ride in the sun.
Looking back down and automatically tracking her boys, she watched Siler stand up at the edge of the gravel lot, trailing her eyes up his even-taller-than-usual-in-boots very attractive body, and offer Jack a hand. She wasn't sure what had gotten into the general to mistreat his knees into such a position, let alone while wearing his leathers. Though she could guess; Jack always *was* touchy-feely, and the fight with Siler no doubt made him downright *itch* for contact. If proximity was the facsimile available, she knew he'd take it at any cost.
The sudden hug made her eyes widen in surprise as she stopped. Siler was *not* in the habit of touching people; most earnestly not in public. And the few times the two men had been out together, Sam hadn't missed the careful distance they kept, or the neutral way they looked at each other. That quick, 'manly' -almost back-slapping-, hug would be a dead give-away of intimacy to anyone who knew the very reserved engineer. That he did it anyway made her want to go over there and jump on him.
Walking over casually, ogling both of their tall, leather-clad bodies as they stood chatting, the idea kept looking better and better. And when they both turned to watch her, she added a little sway to her hips and grinned; cheered, as usual, by the appreciative attention from her men.
Siler actually grunted and fell back a step when she threw herself on him, wrapping her arms around his neck and covering his lips with hers as she giggled, hearing Jack's laughter behind her.
The erstwhile sergeant caught his balance and pulled his head back, arms around her automatically and smiling through his confusion, "What-"
"You're cute."
The gawk that that produced from their sergeant only made Jack laugh harder, slapping Siler's back and sneaking a caress into his hair, "She's right about *that* too."
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Jack's brilliant notion had spent entirely too much of the afternoon's ride at the forefront of Siler's mind, and when he heard the door close behind Sam, he sent the general a wink, dropped the bags he was carrying and stepped back to their lady where she was just starting to undo her jacket. It was one thing to deliberately sit on a bike and rev it for a bit of kinky sex, but spending the afternoon on a purring machine with his cock half-hard was playing hell with his self-control.
Sam's head lifted curiously when he stepped up to her, a moment of combative wariness vanishing when she met his eyes -he really needed to pick up that instinct, didn't he?-. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her with every bit of the starving hunger making him shiver where he stood. When she slid her hands into his hair and returned the hunger wholeheartedly, he reached down to cover her ass and ground her against him, groaning at the much-needed contact.
Breaking off the kiss enough to chuckle, Sam teased, rocking herself against him, "My sergeant a little horny?"
Before Siler could respond, Jack stepped up behind her, pulling her M9 out of its waist holster and into his jacket pocket before reaching between her and Siler to undo her belt and pants, just *happening* to run his knuckles along Siler's zipper, making him jerk and moan. Jack chuckled, leaning in to breathe in Sam's hair, "I'd say our sergeant is *very* horny, Samantha," he blew gently in her ear, his hands sliding into her skin-tight leathers as he snuggled her shuddering back so that their jackets slid against each other, "What about you, my colonel? Tempted to ride the boy in chaps?"
Seeing as the 'boy' had enough of the teasing and insistently slid his tongue into her mouth to stroke and tangle with hers, Sam didn't have an answer other than to try to undo his jacket with shaky fingers as the pure hunger attacking her sent heat skidding through her pelvis.
By the time she got a grip and pulled hard enough to undo all the snaps, Jack's fingers were dipping gently into her and then slicking over her clit, the movements slow and tight as her pants and Siler's grinding closeness restricted him. The resulting slow clench of need distracted her so that she didn't notice Siler undoing his zipper before pulling back and crouching until she felt her pants tugged down past her hips.
Leaning back on Jack with a moan, Sam could feel his freed erection rubbing on her now bare ass as Siler's tongue slid between her lips, tight from her pants still so high, and stroked her clit with the stiffened tip. Her fingers gripped Jack's skull as his palms slid under her opened jacket and up to her breasts as he rasped in her ear, "You are so beautiful, Samantha. Even more so with his head between your legs." He held her close as she moaned, "Sexy and sleek in all that smooth leather. Want to run my hands all over you," he bit her earlobe, growling lowly, "Both of you. Stroke and squeeze and listen to you moan."
Trying to keep enough calm not to completely embarrass himself, Siler looked up from his crouch, unconsciously dropping a hand to squeeze his cock for relief and restraint, both. The very thin white shirt Sam wore had ridden up well past her belly button and he could see her abs flexing as he and Jack had their fun. Could see Jack's long tanned fingers flexing on her breasts, so obvious against the white cotton and black leather. Could see the needy pleasure tensing her expression and Jack's dark eyes glittering at him as he whispered in her ear.
The taste of her arousal slicking his tongue was finally too much and he knew he didn't have to wait any longer, reaching down to clumsily tug off her half-boots before pulling her skin-tight leather pants down her smooth legs. Raising one of her knees over his shoulder for a last suckle, he finally rose with a growl, palms wrapping around her butt-cheeks and pulling her up and onto him without waiting another second.
"Siler!"
He didn't need the breathless cry to spur him to move, but Jack catching his jaw and fitting their mouths together to lick the taste of Sam off his lips gave her the time to wrap her legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper and tighter. Her arms were tight around his neck, holding her up as she rocked gently on him, her lips vibrating with moans under his ear and sending him into deep shudders that finally gave him the strength to pull away from Jack and take the shambly step back needed to land on the bed with half-naked Sam astride his still fully-clad body.
Grabbing her hips with a choked cry, he tried to catch his control too, half aware of Jack watching them from besides the bed and of Sam watching him with lust fully waked in her eyes. Thrusting his hips up sharply, Siler licked his lips, traces of her taste still hiding in the short whiskers of his upper lip and and making his breath catch and his hips jerk tight against her.
"Lift her shirt."
They both looked to the side distractedly at the order and Siler moaned sharply when he saw Jack, one hand stroking himself lazily, but the other holding his cellphone open and the camera lens aimed at the two of them. Reaching up without thinking about it to raise Sam's shirt the last few inches for her breasts to rest naked in the light, glowing pale against black leather, he gave up and grabbed Sam's hips, grinding her down onto him as she gasped, head jerking back around to him from her open-mouthed stare at the man who *did* have a habit of playing the innocent.
He muttered raggedly to the woman starting to more than willingly fuck him out of his mind, "Sorry. 'll make it up to you." No way could he hold on long enough to bring her off, not with the driving tension he could already feel low in his spine. Between his mind and his body, way too much tension in him today.
Grinning at him, Sam took his hands forcefully off her hips and held them to the bed at his side, bending just enough to reach the surface and then speeding the ride of her hips as he panted, eyes wide and fixed on the slopes of her breasts, swaying inches away even as his head tilted back, his whole body tensing up, lost in the fire she was building with every fucking tight, *hot* glide on his cock. He couldn't feel her skin on him anywhere else, jeans covered in leather on his legs, jean shirt and leather jacket still on his back; his skin breaking out in sweat and prickly with the heat. Later. Later they'd all roll round naked and get their temporary fill of skin...
And then the tension finally blew its top and he cried out raggedly, bucking under the expert grip of Sam's thighs, unable to escape the fire she kept tightly clamped on him as his body pulsed over and over with orgasm.
He was laying utterly boneless, mind slowly drifting back awake, his head drooped sideways; and now he could feel feather-light touches on his rough skin. Sam's soft lips along his neck, ear, cheek. Eyelids and nose. Gentle as her fingers tracking down the buttons of his shirt, undoing them and bringing cool air to his overheated skin.
He made his heavy lids lift when she disappeared, reality coming back to him with the faintest thud and a kink in his back from the Beretta. He tracked Jack and wasn't surprised to find him backing Sam into the door, their lips locked in passion. Siler dragged himself onto his elbows as Sam wrapped her long, naked legs around the black-leather-clad general, her head banging back on the door as she cried out "Jack!" Siler grinned, unable to stop the burst of pride; she was close, no matter how out of it he'd been...
Watching as Jack's lips -and teeth, no doubt- closed on her long, pale, arched neck, Siler glanced around quickly, looking for that phone. Finding it thrown haphazardly near his knees, he sat up with a wince and grabbed it, eyes on his partners as Jack's hips rocked against Sam, the door at her back solid enough not to make a sound. At least not one louder than their breathing and Sam's rising cries.
Glancing down quickly, Siler was glad to see the picture app was still up and all he had to do was shift his viewing to be through the display, as unsatisfying as that was, and take his shots.
He really did prefer reality, but he was inclined to encourage Jack in pretty much anything, and if he had a hankering for pictures.. Siler was the last man who'd say no.
It was just that he'd rather *watch* his lovers live than squint tightly at a tiny screen and take single frames of them. Damn, he wanted to go over and *touch* them... But at least he could listen, and the night was young. And he owed Sam some pleasure.
Standing up shakily, he stepped closer, learning the new camera and trying to dust off old instincts to figure out what shots would translate onto a picture the feelings he knew he'd get if only he could look up and watch. He *did* look up, his nose flaring as a shiver of arousal flashed down his spine when Jack turned his head and looked at him, eyes black and wide on the phone even as he gasped with obviously cranked up arousal. Sam objected to her lover's inattention and pulled Jack's lips back to hers with a growl, much to Siler's amusement, his eyes dropping back to the phone display. God Sam was so damn perfect to take pictures of; never more than wild with ecstasy.
Oh yeah, he definitely was going to hear that scream again before he went to sleep; and this time, Sam would come right in his mouth -damned failed self-control-.
He could barely hold back from grabbing them and getting in his shorted quota of touch when Jack followed her into orgasm with a shout choked on her neck.
He *did* move when the general's knees collapsed though, catching Jack's hips just in time to slow their impact with the floor. The phone got jabbed into one hip but Jack still muttered a panting "Thanks, Si'." as Sam giggled breathlessly, holding to the general's neck and lucky to still have her jacket to protect her back.
Shaking his head in sympathy, Siler kept one hand stroking through Jack's hair as he hurriedly reset the camera for just a few more shots of them coming down from the high, making faint plans to come up with encoding for any of these pictures. Speaking of safety hazards in their lives...
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Laying naked on the king-size bed -and hadn't it been a laugh to listen to Jack snark at the night auditor that yes, he wanted one king room. Yes, three people, you have a problem with that?-, Sam watched Siler massage Jack's lower back. The general's smirking strut after getting their room from the gawking clerk had to have hurt like hell with the shape his back had been in after last night. She should have remembered he needed it looked at *then*.
Tonight's door games had been far too much for the old fool. Though Siler's grumbles had been a touch more diplomatic than her thoughts when he'd started stripping their injured man and ordered him to bed. Jack had been in enough pain to actually obey and Siler had tracked down the massage oil and pain killers while she threw all their clothes out of the way.
Taking the time to fish her weapon back out of Jack's pocket, she'd put it, his holster and Siler's aged M1951 next to the bed, along with their cells. She was almost used to seeing the two Air Force M9s side by side -it wasn't the first time she and Jack had felt the need to stay armed even on holiday- but she was still not over the idea of Siler in danger. Let along the feeling that that pistol hadn't come from a pawn shop. He'd never been delirious enough to go into his younger years, but the complete lack of any sign or word of a family, or of any other marks of childhood, had struck her, even all those years ago. That she'd never seen that Beretta, never known of it, seemed an odd message considering how fondly he handled it.
Giving up the grim thought, she joined her men on the bed, cuddling up to Jack's side and kissing the ball of his shoulder as he lay with his head on his crossed wrists, and reaching over to run a hand slowly up and down Siler's flank where he was kneeling at Jack's waist. Warm skin and slow, tender touch. Being apart, Cassie's danger and now the stress from training Siler; they all deserved some closeness. *She* needed to be close to them just as much as Jack ever did; for that matter, Siler was developing the habit of dropping casual touches whenever he was near either of them and in private.
Looking at the relaxed, smooth, skilled, strokes he was currently using on Jack's lower back, Sam asked idly, "How *is* Cindi these days?"
She smirked a little at the red that appeared on Siler's cheekbones as he stared at her accusingly. He knew she knew he'd had plenty of light 'friends' over the years. And she knew he'd needed a therapist more than once. No way would he have resisted seducing the friendly blonde that she and the rest of SG-1 had also needed the services of.
"She was reassigned to Buckley."
Sam's brows lifted in surprise and she could see Siler giving the general the same look.
Jack opened his eyes, hearing an odd note to the silence and aware that Siler's hands had stilled. Faced with Sam's very.. 'curious' expression, he blinked, "What?? I remember signing for the fruit basket."
Sam's expression cleared and he felt Siler start stroking again even as he snorted, commenting mildly, "You and those fruit baskets."
Unable to turn or otherwise give him the evil eye, Jack settled for snarking, "Hey! They worke- ow!"
Halting his hands, Siler asked worriedly, looking at the area under his touch in concern, "What?"
Jack grumbled back, shifting his head on his crossed arms, "Little bruised; you kicked me there. Go easy."
"..Sorry." Siler stroked softly over the area, trying to ignore the pulse of discomfort at the idea of hurting Jack, before going back to his massage.
Once he'd finished making his way down Jack's legs, Siler finally dropped down to the bed. On Sam's other side. Which made her frown faintly and open her mouth.
Shaking his head, Siler laid a finger across her lips, "I'm not avoiding Jack. We happen to like snuggling you."
Responding to Jack's chuckle behind her as he did indeed cuddle up, Sam relaxed, accepting that they'd really made up and that she should stop worrying about them. Turning to lay on her back so she could look at them both, she remembered the pictures Jack -*and* Siler- had just taken; and that made other pictures come to mind. Flicking her eyes between them, she asked curiously, "Did you two really look at naked pictures of me on your first date?"
She had to smirk at the matching evil looks they responded with, but Siler finally muttered a gruff "Second."
Giggling at the admission of both the word and.. "And?"
Jack just stared right back into her challenge, "And what?"
Giving up on the Black Ops general, Sam turned to Siler, deciding he was more likely to break, and sidled up to his wary self to kiss his lips, his nose, his cheek, trailing her way up his jaw to his ear, "Did you play 'Who can last longer'?"
His breath caught very satisfyingly before he rasped "..No."
Intrigued by the little grin she saw on his lips, Sam glanced at her now abashed general, who obviously realized she was going to find out, before tilting her head at Siler with batted lashes to indicate she was listening. And wouldn't drop the subject.
"He sucked me off."
The image that those husky words produced sent heat rolling through Sam and she had to clear her throat to respond, turning to Jack with affection, knowing he'd tackled a lot of conditioning to do that. No doubt telling himself it was for *her*, "No wonder you knew you had to hold him."
Jack snorted agreement, remembering the nights she was talking about with a soft, fond grin he split between her and Siler, only losing it with a gasp when Sam leaned over to whisper in his ear, "Did you also figure out he loves to be in charge?"
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He didn't know how much longer he could do this. He'd stopped counting the times he'd sent Siler sprawling, and every time he heard the thump on the carpeted floor and the sergeant's grunt as he lost his breath, Jack's gut tightened and he had to clench his jaw to keep his eyes from fooling him; keep his mind from changing what he saw into some hellish memory of death and pain.
He watched Siler get up -so much more slowly that he had when they started-, firmly ignoring the scratches riddling the man's back from carpet friction, Jack settled himself into position again and felt half-distant from the combat, and half, far, far too close. Desperate to reach out and hold Siler. Stop this nonsense and just promise to always be there to protect him. It was a bad day when the pain in his body was a *welcome* distraction..
"Enough. My turn."
Sam watched Jack blink, only slowly coming fully back to himself. She softened her voice, trying not to look at the way his hands trembled as he straightened, "You come play spotter."
She didn't move until he took the first step to the sidelines, but then she glanced at Siler, catching a glimpse of the regret he hurried to hide from their general. She was glad that he finally understood how hard this was for them, too.
Taking the jacket off of her gym clothes, she took the time to stretch fully as Siler drank some water and took a breather. He was getting a lot better at fighting all-out, meaning they were all pretty sore and bruised. He needed to get the knack for feeling a threat coming though. They could still all too easily sneak under his guard, and his instincts didn't automatically kick in.
In point of fact, she smoothly shifted from stretching to kicking out and knew long before she connected with his hip that he hadn't seen it in time. Wincing at the choked yelp he gave, she didn't say anything; he knew the counter to that, and going to him as she would to Jack was counter to teaching him to react correctly. He had to get up fast and he knew they were going to have to repeat it a few times now. Trying to program it into his body.
It wasn't much easier being on the sidelines watching than it was to actually be the one hitting. He still wanted to step in and protect Siler. Hell, he wanted to protect *Carter*.. and she would thank him even less.
He finally found that making himself be objective and judging every shift as though they were cadets helped a little. Especially when he caught Sam doing a move entirely incorrectly! "Hey! Hold. What the hell was *that*, Carter??"
OK, yes, he knew that had been a little too drill-sergeant-ish.
But still! "That move was so badly done, colonel, that I'm surprised you didn't fall over all on your own," he jerked his head to the sidelines, coming to stand in front of a grinning Siler, giving Sam an almost insulted look. *How* could she have known him all those years and still do such a thing? "Your turn to pay attention, I think."
He took his time and ran Siler through every step of the grab, pointing out where Sam had gone wrong and idly wondering how she could possibly have.. mangled..
He almost screwed up the counter when his brain decided to realize he'd been hand-led at the same time as Siler attacked.
Aching from the badly done return, he turned to glare at the woman watching them entirely innocently. "Carter?"
"Umm?"
".." What the hell was he supposed to say? Why did you trick me? He already knew. Why are you mothering? He knew that too; *and* was the last person in this room allowed to complain about it. He settled for whining; after all, she needed some playfulness too... "Was that really *necessary*?"
Sam grinned, the light of *cheerful* revenge in his eyes more than worth being lectured like a rookie. "Yes, general, I think it was." Siler's grin as he recognized their antics was just icing on the chocolate cake. And hopefully both of them were going to *stay* cheerful when she laid down the law and dictated they all needed a couple days off. This wasn't actually boot camp and they all needed some uninterrupted cuddling time, in her unbiased opinion. Different accommodations and a day strolling in town like carefree tourists, or better yet, like lovers on a getaway, was what they needed.
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"Stretch 'em, general."
When Jack hesitantly lifted his arms above his head, body laid out in offering, Siler grinned, crawling on his knees until his half-stiff cock was waving inches from Jack's mouth and then leaning over to run the handcuffs through a rung of the hotel headboard.
He was staring down as he clicked the second cuff closed on Jack's wrist and he saw the general's eyes jerk up to his from his stare at Siler's crotch, pupils suddenly widening, even as Siler felt arousal stab through his belly.
Reaching down to slide his fingers thought the short white hair of his lover, he smiled, a tenderness softening his posture that was at odds with the scenario. He really *did* believe that Jack was fine with this as he'd claimed when he pulled the handcuffs out of his bag and offered them to Siler. But it couldn't be easy to dismiss his hellish history and trust Siler this completely, most especially not after the painful disagreement they'd had on the first day of this trip. No matter how they'd all made up and grabbed their intimacy back from the cliff, there were still remnants of the tension present.
But this was their fourth and last night, and the hotel they'd picked was roomy and comfortable, luxury compared to the shacky motels they'd used up till now. Down to a hot tub to make sore bodies forget their worries and feel more than up to a little make-up kink. As long as minds and hearts were up to it too. Sam was right, again; they did need some time just as lovers.
"This OK?"
Jack's eyes cleared at the word, tension that had crept in now easing from his shoulders. His gaze dropped back to Siler's crotch and he quirked a forced grin; Siler winced a bit, *well* aware that it was entirely obvious that *he* was looking forward to this.
"Why don't you come a little bit closer and I can show you just how OK I am?"
Laughing softly at the line, Siler crawled backward instead, hearing Sam chuckle off to the side. When he leaned over, Jack automatically tilted his head for a kiss, but Siler nosed him aside and bit softly at the underside of his jaw. Why biting Jack appealed so much when he rarely felt anything like even *that* violence toward Sam... Just didn't matter when he could listen to that groan of pleasure from his lover.
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He could feel the muscles of Jack's belly and thighs tightening, hear his breath getting short and jerky, and on the next upward slide, he kept going and pulled back, licking his lips and watching Jack's cock rebound up against his tensed stomach. Thick and red and wet from saliva and pre-cum and entirely too arousing.
"Siler!"
Jack's head had jerked up as he shouted and Siler smirked at him, not remotely intimidated. Breathing a little too deeply himself and feeling the pounding of his pulse making a layer of sweat break out over his skin. Sliding his palm down a hairy leg, he shook his head, "Forget it, Jack. My turn to torture." *They* enjoyed driving *him* completely crazy often enough!
He could hear Sam breathing heavily in her chair, a moan in her throat, and licked at the side of Jack's knee, trailing lower, wondering vaguely if they'd really let him finish this without taking control. He took a last bite at an all-too-elegant ankle and grinned at the growl he got in payment, turning to look at Sam, lounging naked in the armchair he'd ordered her to, watching her stroking herself slowly. She was staring at them longingly, shuddering, and Siler winked, reminding her roughly, "Not until I say, colonel." He grinned at the role reversal, knowing he was being too easily, and dangerously, amused. But it did feel good. Having them willing to let him run roughshod over ranks really did ease the self-inflicted sting of thinking he wasn't good enough.
She raised a challenging brow at him and slid one hand up to cup a breast, thumbing the distended peak slowly, not trying to stifle her moan.
The crack of Jack's laughter was accompanied by his toe gently prodding Siler's unconsciously parted lips and he huffed at himself for falling for the trick, sending Sam a mock-glare as he tried to slow his breathing, "*My* turn. No making the sergeant break tonight."
"Told you she was trouble."
Pouting prettily at Jack's taut, Sam lifted her thigh right over the arm of the chair and traced the now exposed lips of her vulva.
Satisfied with the resumption of Jack's visual torture and his absorption with it, Siler made himself turn away, anticipating the moment he wouldn't; would hold and touch her, kiss her until neither of them could breathe. Giving his attention back to his primary victim tonight, he sucked the impudent toe into his mouth, feeling Jack's leg tense sharply as he gasped.
Sam's giggle only intensified the ache running through Siler and he slowly trailed his lips and fingers back up until he could nibble at a hip that had made a reappearance after a month of boot camp; and would no doubt get even trimmer with the combat training that had them all sporting bruises and abrasions. Blowing a teasing stream of air over the inside of the general's thigh, he refused to again touch the one place where he *knew* Jack was throbbing and aching. Just as much as *he* was.
Instead, he leisurely -and carefully- licked and sucked his way up sensitive, soft-skinned -bruised- side of ribs that still had some padding, the shivering of Jack's not so tough hide under his lips an addicting power. The twisting of that strong body as the man tried to choke back moans; all drawing him to want this. Want the knowledge that Jack was going utterly crazy from, and for, *his* touch. That Siler controlled when he would be released; how much pleasure he would be made to stand.
The arms stretched up to the headboard, on the other hand, were hard. A few weeks of serious workout, and the adrenaline-fed need to reach for *something* that was riding Jack, had the veins standing out on those biceps, the triceps flexing as the tender skin over them was treated to wet lips and a teasingly tracing tongue. The sharp clink of metal on luckily *strong* wood drew Siler's attention, but only for an instant. The choked whimper Jack made as he shuddered was something he simply couldn't resist. He sent one hot look at Sam, panting and tensing, and rasped, "*Not* until *I* say, Sam." She glared at him with evil promise, but she did stop, pulling back from the edge. Yeah, he'd willingly pay any price for this.
Nodding approval, he looked back down and laid himself full length on top of the man panting on the bed, their cocks brushing until he shifted back and slotted below Jack's crotch, his breath catching as the head of his penis rubbed on Jack's balls, the general's cock pressing back on Siler's belly as he leaned down and kissed Jack hard.
The growling and jerking of the body under his, the quasi-violence in the bites Jack was taking at his lip and neck drove him crazy somehow and he had to pull back to catch his breath and control his shaking. Jack was twisting under him, bucking against him without any of his usual control as he glared a fierce challenge into Siler's eyes, and it was all he could do to clench his muscles and not move, needing the friction on his aching erection just as much. Needing-
He forced himself up to his knees, turning his head to the woman keeping her hands clenched in her chair and staring fire at them, her hips jerking even without any exterior contact. "Sam," the bark in his tone made her sit up in surprise, "Get over here."
A few stiff steps and she was besides him on the bed, giving him a playfully challenging look. Keeping himself steady on his knees below Jack's ribs, he cupped her jaw, trying to be gentle but aware that his touch was a little harsh. Leaning in and kissing her hard and deep but pulling back quickly to take her hips, lift her and help her shift to her knees, carefully, besides Jack's ears; the general's stretched arms in the way now, but none of them quite willing to end the game.
Bending forward to grip Jack's bound hands with hers, she cried out breathlessly as he closed his lips on her clitoris with a growl that Siler could feel the shiver of against the inside of his thighs as he crept up to close the distance until his cock brushed the cheeks of Sam's ass. Resisting the temptation to shorten this, as well as the offer inherent in her gasp and small hip-tilt, he shifted to slide himself up the valley between until he could cuddle up, his abs touching her lower back.
His turn to whimper a little at the friction, his fingers spasming on Sam's hips, unable to stop from rubbing himself a little, dropping his lips to her shoulder. His teeth were closed on her skin before he caught himself and let go, laving the area with stiff tenderness, feeling her shudder convulsively against him. Wishing he could see them, he shifted one hand to her belly and slid upward, lips trailing to her ear, "Come rest up against me; want to watch." His palm cupped a breast as she whimpered, slowly rising to lay her head back against him. "Want to touch you," he moaned, teeth aching to close on her earlobe, looking down her front and watching Jack slide his tongue between her lips, expression lost in quasi-bliss.
Sam reached around and dug her fingers into his thighs, the breathy little cries she was making next to his ear sending shivers dancing over his skin. He had to hold at least one hip or she'd buck and hurt Jack, which left him only one hand to stroke at the soft skin of her stomach and fondle her so beautiful, swollen breasts. With his eyes meeting Jack's, his teeth touched the joint to her neck, the tension to bite almost unstoppable, almost distracting him from the way Sam was stiffening, grinding on Jack's mouth, all too happy to feel the bite of teeth...
Growling harshly, both of his hands went to her hips and lifted her up.
"*Fuck*, Siler!"
Siler bared his teeth in the imitation of a smile at the shaking yell, "Not today, Jack." Even though he felt a deeper pulse of need snake through his gut at the thought.
"Siler!" Sam's control was almost gone and she twisted in his grip, snarling, the halted wrestling moves -that he easily recognized now- as dangerous for Jack as him.
"*Easy* Sam! Just let me-" He swung one of his legs back until his knees were together besides Jack, the momentum and his steely grip bringing her with him, whether she could decipher his damn tension-lisped words or not.
Tugging her backwards until her back was flush against him, her legs spread around his, he didn't have to say a word and she reached between her legs and guided him into herself, her body clutching at him with a sob.
Panting, he pulled her tight onto him, clenching his teeth to stay in control as rippling, tight, fire tried to pull him over the edge. He shifted his hold to the front of her hips, stretching his middle fingers to her clit and taking a deep breath before lifting her up slightly and then back down, fingers stroking. "Arms around my neck, colonel." He just about cried out as he felt her internal shiver at his harsh words.
His eyes burning into Jack's over her shoulder, the general watching them as he twisted in his bonds, a gravelly moan in his throat, Siler kept up the small, sharp movements, jaw hard as steel in restraint, feeling the woman in his arms tensing desperately as he thrust.
Then every muscle in her contracted as her breath caught and he pulled her down hard, unprepared when she turned her head and bit his neck as she convulsed, a definite scream chocked on his skin, leaving him moaning in agony at resisting the friction on his cock, at desperately resisting the tug of orgasm as Sam thrashed in his arms, riding out her pleasure.
Jack was beyond words, watching them and shivering, panting, a trail of pre-cum glistening past his needily bucking hip.
Finally feeling Sam crash against him, Siler lifted her up as gently as he could, kissing her ear with tight control and whispering so only she would hear. When she nodded and moved aside, slow and shaky, Jack watched her with the promise of a hard fuck in his eyes.
Those eyes locked back on him when Siler moved, stiff with control. They flashed dark threats when the sergeant came to crouch around his shoulders. But he parted his teeth when Siler leaned over him, hands closing with Jack's; palm to palm. The bite of the general's punishing nails didn't stop him slowly thrusting his wet cock past Jack's lips, a strangled shout escaping him as the man greedily sucked him in, dizzily aware that he had the same response to the taste of Sam on Jack.
He had to control himself, *had* to- He pulled slightly back with a sob as Jack moaned, knowing Sam had taken advantage of the general's distraction and taken *him*. His blowjob got stuttery and broken as Jack shook and moaned, and that gave Siler enough of a chance that he still had his control; if not his sanity, a constant low moan in his throat reflecting the strength he had to apply to keep from jerking his hips. Then Jack's head snapped back with a drawn-out cry of 'Fuuuuuck!' and Siler watched his face twist and shatter with pleasure, the blood rushing in his ears so hard he barely heard Sam whimpering behind him.
He was shaking, too close and too tight to think or move or- Jack finally opened his eyes, drowsy with satisfaction. He blinked once before smiling gently and leaning his head forward. This time Siler closed his eyes; he had no intention of controlling the need to come anymore, but with Jack's hands tied he had to keep his hips-
Or not.
Sam's hands gripped him hard and the bite of slightly-too-long nails only made the pleasure deeper. His throat felt raw when he cried out, giving in completely as he greedily focused on the feel of heat and wet and suction and friction, a tongue flicking and distracting, delaying the inevitable. The pinprick pain of nails digging in, the relief of at long last letting himself go, letting every muscle thrust and tighten as it wanted, the control that Sam enforced providing a sneaking mental pleasure of its own.
Fire was finally streaking out of his balls and right through his cock when he felt teeth bite down hard on his shoulder, the instant feeling of possession throwing him right past overload.
He might have screamed, or just shouted or even choked as too much tension released at once.
He was flopped back, leaning on Sam, her breasts pressing a message of femininity and softness into his back, her hands soothing across his belly, nails teasing over his chest, as she left soft kisses along the top of his shoulder. His knees were stretched too sharply and starting to send stabbing pain through his thighs, and he had to be putting too much weight on Jack's upper chest, even as Jack licked gently at his softened cock, affection and caring a better heaven than he'd looked for, for most of his life.
His eyes opened lazily, the off-throwing, unfamiliar painting of an English garden making him shake his head with a twist of his lips. Jack's chuckle drew his eyes down and made him straighten with a wince, quickly reaching for the key on the bedside table.
"Siler?"
He shrugged off Jack's concern, far too many endorphins in his system to care about a little pain, "Knees stiff." He might not get in the same agony that tended to hit Jack, but he should have shifted position earlier.
Nonetheless, he didn't complain when Jack reached his newly freed hands down and wrapped them on the sore joints, moving gently, injecting heat to soothe as Siler smiled gratefully, stroking his fingers though short, sweaty, hair even as he looked besides him where Sam had come to stand. Looking thoroughly satisfied and happy, she leaned her head on his shoulder, a hand reaching down to twine with his in the spiky white strands.
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Chapter 8e: Hit the road, Jack, Part 2 (NC17)
She didn't trust them enough to go back to their room and let them follow on their own; instead, she stood quietly and watched them stare at each other. Soaked to the skin and no doubt cold enough to shiver, two feet of space and a world of hurt, love -however unspoken-, and challenge standing between them. They weren't entirely past this yet.
And when Jack's leg whipped out and tried to sweep Siler's knees down, she swore under her breath. Yes, Siler avoided the move. And yes, she saw the lightening in his expression that was his old smile as he swung at Jack.
Watching the suddenly very real combat training tensely, ready to call a halt if she saw either of them about to be seriously injured, Sam didn't like their starting in on the fighting when they hadn't taken the time to heal the breech between them properly. But the point was to heal Siler, really, and if Jack could maintain this fighting spirit, she knew it would go far to making up for the last week of hesitations.
For almost ten minutes, she stood, getting frozen in the drizzling night, occasionally calling hold when one of them started a move that she could see the other wasn't ready for; would be actually injured by. Or when Siler almost dragged Jack to the edge between the mud and the gravel. Then Jack was the one to call a halt as they were about to grapple.
"That's not a good enough counter.. Carter."
Automatically responding to the order, albeit with a raised brow, Sam stepped forward. Rolling her neck and running her legs muscles through some very small warm-ups, she took a second to look the two panting men over. They were covered in mud from the toes of the runners they'd had on to train to the tops of their spiky-haired heads. Front, back, noses to zippers; they looked like mud monsters.
*Smiling* mud monsters.
She shook her head. As often as they'd both hit the ground, there was no question that they were sore. And yet they smiled. Men!
Getting into the better position to respond to Jack's attack, she nodded for Siler to move further back, "Just keep an eye on my legs."
"She means the way she's using them, not just standing there and drooling, sergeant."
She snickered and Siler rolled his eyes at the not-quite-natural tease as he found a safe spot to watch from as she countered the move and sent Jack sprawling. If there'd been a way to do it gently, she would have. As it was, she followed him down to stroke his cheek while he caught his breath and until he held his hand out to be helped up. They redid the demonstration twice before she went back to the sidelines, thoroughly splashed with mud, and with more rubbed off on her from touching Jack.
Siler tried for ten minutes to repeat the counter, but when she saw Jack shiver, she called a halt. "That's it. You're both worn out. Enough for today. We all need to get warm and fed before we end up sicker than dogs."
When they didn't argue, Sam rolled her eyes, not even bothering to wonder how sore that meant they were. They might be hers, and she might love them with her whole heart.. but they were still idiots.
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They took turns at the hot shower and avoided facing the rain again by ordering Chinese in; and when they were done, no one bothered to deny how worn out, physically and mentally, they all were. They just killed the lights and got ready to crawl into bed.
Making sure she was the last to take her turn in the bathroom was the final chance Sam was giving them to settle their differences like adults. When she stepped out and found an empty space between them just her size, she literally growled, glaring at both of their impassive expressions, "Siler. Move over. Now." She was definitely not letting them get away with pretending to still be mad at each other. This was *not* going to be the time they went to bed angry.
She didn't say another word as they refused to snuggle, laying stiffly side by side. If they wanted to play silly buggers: fine. She knew the two of them; by morning they'd be wrapped around each other like puppies.
That she'd be wrapped around Siler's back just as tight had nothing to do with anything.
When she woke in the middle of the night, though, Siler was a few inches away from her.
He *was*, on the other hand, wrapped tight around Jack. It wasn't until she heard Jack mutter "Hell yes." that her brain bothered to wake up though. Wake and realize that Siler's muscles were stiff with tension. Laying as relaxed as she could to not attract notice, trying to control her increasingly quick breathing, Sam felt the bed shift near her bent knees as she lay on her side. Siler caught his breath and Jack choked a groan into almost silence, and she knew. A quick glance at the bed table on Jack's side showed a haphazardly laying tube of KY that she'd last seen innocently standing with the bottle of pain meds they'd brought in expectation of training.
The surge of arousal she felt only got stronger as she listened to their very quiet union, watching Siler's bruised and abraded back flex and shiver as they swallowed moans and whimpers, every sound reassuring her. She could just see the back of Jack's head as Siler's snapped forward suddenly and she shivered as they tried to keep their cries soft, making herself close her eyes and re-relaxing the muscles that had tensed as she got aroused.
It was going to take a while for her to get back to sleep, but they were together; in the *real* sense of the word now. That was all that mattered to her.
She listened happily as they whispered back and forth, however hesitant and stilted the tone, as they settled back down, and Jack must have turned around at some point because she could hear the soft, slurpy sound of sleepy kisses and tender chuckles. She was glad to be behind Siler's back; she could smile as mistily as she wanted and not make either of them feel self-conscious for dropping the strong, silent and *of course not* tender romantic facades that they both took such pride in cultivating.
It was strange to realize that they mixed military camaraderie and tenderness as much with each other as they did with her. She'd never really stopped to notice that Jack still sometimes treated her like one of the boys; though seeing it now made it easier to understand how they'd so quickly found a way to act with each other within these new feelings. They'd already had practise with the double vision, and feelings meant more than gender.
When they quieted, she gave in to her need for them and snuggled up to Siler, feeling the hand Jack had on his lower back brush her crotch and opening her eyes to meet the general's over Siler's shoulder as both men tensed slightly.
Siler didn't turn his head fully, but it tilted slightly so that his hair brushed her nose; casual greeting and affection. Automatic, relaxed inclusion in their intimacy. She gave Jack a soft smile, glad to see him relax, forehead back against Siler's as his fingers lazily teased the short hairs of her pussy. She sighed contentedly and nuzzled Siler's nape, holding him tightly as she let sleep over-power arousal.
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When Sam opened her eyes again, the room had that dim brightness of sun though heavy, cheap drapes. And Siler was on his side, watching her with that very faint smile of his. Sam smiled back, tender and relieved after yesterday's pain, "Good morning."
"Morning."
More memories of the previous evening started to crowd her mind and Sam reached over to cup his cheek, the warmth of his skin and the sharp prickle of his beard intensely reassuring, "We were worried." She hadn't really meant to whisper that, but she remembered too well the fear that had hit as she held Jack.
When he looked down, lips twisting a little, Sam cuddled her body closer, needing to know that he was *here*.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."
She was shaking her head and raising Siler's chin before he even finished the husky words, "No. You had every right to clear your head, Siler. Trust me, it's how *I* react, and how Jack reacts too. I wasn't trying to make you feel guilty," he was watching her so seriously that Sam touched a soft kiss to both corners of his lips, glad to feel them twitch into a smile, "I just wanted you to know we- care about you." He didn't seem to notice the stutter on the word 'care' and Sam wondered how much longer the real word was going to stay out of their mouths. Especially if life was going to keep worrying them like it had the last little while.
The soft wonder in his eyes at even *that* word made her ache, too aware of how alone he'd been for so long, and she wasn't surprised that rather than try to speak, he tugged her closer and slowly teased her lips into parting for his.
Jack continued to snore at Siler's back as they kissed softly, holding each other tight, both burying the fear and distance that had appeared between them in the wake of the fight.
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When they stopped for gas later that day, Siler decided he didn't like the state of a clamp on his bike and insisted on changing it before they moved on. Which, with Sam browsing the tourist shop attached to the gas station, left Jack to his own thoughts.
Sitting sideways on his bike and staring into the trees around them, he felt out of sync. Siler had been friendly enough this morning, and they'd all taken the riding order of the day before without comment.
But something was still off. Not that he had a right to be surprised about it.
When they'd settled into the motel last night, they'd all been throwing leers, only half-teasing, at each other; promises of leather-loving in the air. But this morning, they'd been quiet. Calm, collected. No teasing, no leering. No playing.
No, he couldn't expect them to be. Not really. But it still nagged at him.
And so did that last sight of Siler before he walked out of their room; it still sent pain lancing through him and fear gibbering through the back of his mind. He was so fucking frustrated at himself for not being able to get past his feelings for the man and do what was necessary to train him. Siler *did* need the training; Jack understood *that* perfectly. Helplessness was the worst hell.
The worst.
Turning to stare at the man crouched besides his old Harley, Jack really wished he could go back and undo this mess. Would it really have been so hard for him to admit he was screwing up?? That he was just too out of practise at wiping his opponent's face at need to manage it even partially on someone he loved. Even though objectively, he knew that having Siler trained would, in the end, make him feel at least a little better the next time he was in danger.
Growling at the unchangeability of the past, he gave in to the need for contact, standing up slowly and waiting for his lower back to accept the change and adjust. Mentally snarling at the stupid move that had thrown it out, he covered the distance to Siler and crouched down himself, ignoring the way his knees popped and ached, unforgiving after the long ride.
Just besides and behind the sergeant, he was out of his way.. but he could -*would*, if things had been different- trail fingers on his back or shoulder. Feeling half-crippled from holding himself away, he cleared his throat and mumbled inanely instead, "When did you start playing with bikes?"
Siler gave him a guarded -damn, that *hurt*- look before replying, "When I was 12. Did something for someone and they gave me a busted Suzuki 750; fixed it up."
Jack whistled, impressed in spite of himself, "Must have been *some*.. thing." *And* a smart 12 year old; not that *that* surprised him.
It was beyond a stupid joke, but Siler's lips still quirked, and Jack barely held back a sigh of relief. If Siler still laughed at his dumb jokes, then he still had a chance to fix this.
Staying crouched and watching silently for a while, Jack finally tried the one thing he'd realized he'd forgotten last night.
"I'm sorry."
Siler froze and Jack saw his lashes drop as he stared at his profile, grumbling, "I should have told you why I was hesitating to fight back. Should have admitted it to *myself*, for that matter." Sam was right; he *was* an idiot.
Siler finally nodded; just one quick head-tilt before going back to finishing off the job and putting his road kit away. It wasn't much, and Jack was still wondering where he stood when Siler.. *stood* up.
Looking up at him, Jack was never more grateful to be offered a hand. Although the view wasn't bad... But then, once he got his knees straightened, Siler pulled him into a lightening-quick hug with a muttered "It's OK. We're OK."
Almost shocked by the public affection, Jack took a second to process the realization that he'd been forgiven. Trying to unobtrusively catch his breath and watching Siler repack his bike, he tested the waters hesitantly, "So... Want to tackle Sam straight to bed when we stop tonight?"
The sudden bright smile that that got him was a memory he made a point to polish and frame and promise himself never to forget. The man needed to smile more.
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Stepping off the old wooden stairs of the shop, Sam looked up at the bright sun and slid her sunglasses on with a happy smile. No matter how hot it got, she still preferred to ride in the sun.
Looking back down and automatically tracking her boys, she watched Siler stand up at the edge of the gravel lot, trailing her eyes up his even-taller-than-usual-in-boots very attractive body, and offer Jack a hand. She wasn't sure what had gotten into the general to mistreat his knees into such a position, let alone while wearing his leathers. Though she could guess; Jack always *was* touchy-feely, and the fight with Siler no doubt made him downright *itch* for contact. If proximity was the facsimile available, she knew he'd take it at any cost.
The sudden hug made her eyes widen in surprise as she stopped. Siler was *not* in the habit of touching people; most earnestly not in public. And the few times the two men had been out together, Sam hadn't missed the careful distance they kept, or the neutral way they looked at each other. That quick, 'manly' -almost back-slapping-, hug would be a dead give-away of intimacy to anyone who knew the very reserved engineer. That he did it anyway made her want to go over there and jump on him.
Walking over casually, ogling both of their tall, leather-clad bodies as they stood chatting, the idea kept looking better and better. And when they both turned to watch her, she added a little sway to her hips and grinned; cheered, as usual, by the appreciative attention from her men.
Siler actually grunted and fell back a step when she threw herself on him, wrapping her arms around his neck and covering his lips with hers as she giggled, hearing Jack's laughter behind her.
The erstwhile sergeant caught his balance and pulled his head back, arms around her automatically and smiling through his confusion, "What-"
"You're cute."
The gawk that that produced from their sergeant only made Jack laugh harder, slapping Siler's back and sneaking a caress into his hair, "She's right about *that* too."
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Jack's brilliant notion had spent entirely too much of the afternoon's ride at the forefront of Siler's mind, and when he heard the door close behind Sam, he sent the general a wink, dropped the bags he was carrying and stepped back to their lady where she was just starting to undo her jacket. It was one thing to deliberately sit on a bike and rev it for a bit of kinky sex, but spending the afternoon on a purring machine with his cock half-hard was playing hell with his self-control.
Sam's head lifted curiously when he stepped up to her, a moment of combative wariness vanishing when she met his eyes -he really needed to pick up that instinct, didn't he?-. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her with every bit of the starving hunger making him shiver where he stood. When she slid her hands into his hair and returned the hunger wholeheartedly, he reached down to cover her ass and ground her against him, groaning at the much-needed contact.
Breaking off the kiss enough to chuckle, Sam teased, rocking herself against him, "My sergeant a little horny?"
Before Siler could respond, Jack stepped up behind her, pulling her M9 out of its waist holster and into his jacket pocket before reaching between her and Siler to undo her belt and pants, just *happening* to run his knuckles along Siler's zipper, making him jerk and moan. Jack chuckled, leaning in to breathe in Sam's hair, "I'd say our sergeant is *very* horny, Samantha," he blew gently in her ear, his hands sliding into her skin-tight leathers as he snuggled her shuddering back so that their jackets slid against each other, "What about you, my colonel? Tempted to ride the boy in chaps?"
Seeing as the 'boy' had enough of the teasing and insistently slid his tongue into her mouth to stroke and tangle with hers, Sam didn't have an answer other than to try to undo his jacket with shaky fingers as the pure hunger attacking her sent heat skidding through her pelvis.
By the time she got a grip and pulled hard enough to undo all the snaps, Jack's fingers were dipping gently into her and then slicking over her clit, the movements slow and tight as her pants and Siler's grinding closeness restricted him. The resulting slow clench of need distracted her so that she didn't notice Siler undoing his zipper before pulling back and crouching until she felt her pants tugged down past her hips.
Leaning back on Jack with a moan, Sam could feel his freed erection rubbing on her now bare ass as Siler's tongue slid between her lips, tight from her pants still so high, and stroked her clit with the stiffened tip. Her fingers gripped Jack's skull as his palms slid under her opened jacket and up to her breasts as he rasped in her ear, "You are so beautiful, Samantha. Even more so with his head between your legs." He held her close as she moaned, "Sexy and sleek in all that smooth leather. Want to run my hands all over you," he bit her earlobe, growling lowly, "Both of you. Stroke and squeeze and listen to you moan."
Trying to keep enough calm not to completely embarrass himself, Siler looked up from his crouch, unconsciously dropping a hand to squeeze his cock for relief and restraint, both. The very thin white shirt Sam wore had ridden up well past her belly button and he could see her abs flexing as he and Jack had their fun. Could see Jack's long tanned fingers flexing on her breasts, so obvious against the white cotton and black leather. Could see the needy pleasure tensing her expression and Jack's dark eyes glittering at him as he whispered in her ear.
The taste of her arousal slicking his tongue was finally too much and he knew he didn't have to wait any longer, reaching down to clumsily tug off her half-boots before pulling her skin-tight leather pants down her smooth legs. Raising one of her knees over his shoulder for a last suckle, he finally rose with a growl, palms wrapping around her butt-cheeks and pulling her up and onto him without waiting another second.
"Siler!"
He didn't need the breathless cry to spur him to move, but Jack catching his jaw and fitting their mouths together to lick the taste of Sam off his lips gave her the time to wrap her legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper and tighter. Her arms were tight around his neck, holding her up as she rocked gently on him, her lips vibrating with moans under his ear and sending him into deep shudders that finally gave him the strength to pull away from Jack and take the shambly step back needed to land on the bed with half-naked Sam astride his still fully-clad body.
Grabbing her hips with a choked cry, he tried to catch his control too, half aware of Jack watching them from besides the bed and of Sam watching him with lust fully waked in her eyes. Thrusting his hips up sharply, Siler licked his lips, traces of her taste still hiding in the short whiskers of his upper lip and and making his breath catch and his hips jerk tight against her.
"Lift her shirt."
They both looked to the side distractedly at the order and Siler moaned sharply when he saw Jack, one hand stroking himself lazily, but the other holding his cellphone open and the camera lens aimed at the two of them. Reaching up without thinking about it to raise Sam's shirt the last few inches for her breasts to rest naked in the light, glowing pale against black leather, he gave up and grabbed Sam's hips, grinding her down onto him as she gasped, head jerking back around to him from her open-mouthed stare at the man who *did* have a habit of playing the innocent.
He muttered raggedly to the woman starting to more than willingly fuck him out of his mind, "Sorry. 'll make it up to you." No way could he hold on long enough to bring her off, not with the driving tension he could already feel low in his spine. Between his mind and his body, way too much tension in him today.
Grinning at him, Sam took his hands forcefully off her hips and held them to the bed at his side, bending just enough to reach the surface and then speeding the ride of her hips as he panted, eyes wide and fixed on the slopes of her breasts, swaying inches away even as his head tilted back, his whole body tensing up, lost in the fire she was building with every fucking tight, *hot* glide on his cock. He couldn't feel her skin on him anywhere else, jeans covered in leather on his legs, jean shirt and leather jacket still on his back; his skin breaking out in sweat and prickly with the heat. Later. Later they'd all roll round naked and get their temporary fill of skin...
And then the tension finally blew its top and he cried out raggedly, bucking under the expert grip of Sam's thighs, unable to escape the fire she kept tightly clamped on him as his body pulsed over and over with orgasm.
He was laying utterly boneless, mind slowly drifting back awake, his head drooped sideways; and now he could feel feather-light touches on his rough skin. Sam's soft lips along his neck, ear, cheek. Eyelids and nose. Gentle as her fingers tracking down the buttons of his shirt, undoing them and bringing cool air to his overheated skin.
He made his heavy lids lift when she disappeared, reality coming back to him with the faintest thud and a kink in his back from the Beretta. He tracked Jack and wasn't surprised to find him backing Sam into the door, their lips locked in passion. Siler dragged himself onto his elbows as Sam wrapped her long, naked legs around the black-leather-clad general, her head banging back on the door as she cried out "Jack!" Siler grinned, unable to stop the burst of pride; she was close, no matter how out of it he'd been...
Watching as Jack's lips -and teeth, no doubt- closed on her long, pale, arched neck, Siler glanced around quickly, looking for that phone. Finding it thrown haphazardly near his knees, he sat up with a wince and grabbed it, eyes on his partners as Jack's hips rocked against Sam, the door at her back solid enough not to make a sound. At least not one louder than their breathing and Sam's rising cries.
Glancing down quickly, Siler was glad to see the picture app was still up and all he had to do was shift his viewing to be through the display, as unsatisfying as that was, and take his shots.
He really did prefer reality, but he was inclined to encourage Jack in pretty much anything, and if he had a hankering for pictures.. Siler was the last man who'd say no.
It was just that he'd rather *watch* his lovers live than squint tightly at a tiny screen and take single frames of them. Damn, he wanted to go over and *touch* them... But at least he could listen, and the night was young. And he owed Sam some pleasure.
Standing up shakily, he stepped closer, learning the new camera and trying to dust off old instincts to figure out what shots would translate onto a picture the feelings he knew he'd get if only he could look up and watch. He *did* look up, his nose flaring as a shiver of arousal flashed down his spine when Jack turned his head and looked at him, eyes black and wide on the phone even as he gasped with obviously cranked up arousal. Sam objected to her lover's inattention and pulled Jack's lips back to hers with a growl, much to Siler's amusement, his eyes dropping back to the phone display. God Sam was so damn perfect to take pictures of; never more than wild with ecstasy.
Oh yeah, he definitely was going to hear that scream again before he went to sleep; and this time, Sam would come right in his mouth -damned failed self-control-.
He could barely hold back from grabbing them and getting in his shorted quota of touch when Jack followed her into orgasm with a shout choked on her neck.
He *did* move when the general's knees collapsed though, catching Jack's hips just in time to slow their impact with the floor. The phone got jabbed into one hip but Jack still muttered a panting "Thanks, Si'." as Sam giggled breathlessly, holding to the general's neck and lucky to still have her jacket to protect her back.
Shaking his head in sympathy, Siler kept one hand stroking through Jack's hair as he hurriedly reset the camera for just a few more shots of them coming down from the high, making faint plans to come up with encoding for any of these pictures. Speaking of safety hazards in their lives...
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Laying naked on the king-size bed -and hadn't it been a laugh to listen to Jack snark at the night auditor that yes, he wanted one king room. Yes, three people, you have a problem with that?-, Sam watched Siler massage Jack's lower back. The general's smirking strut after getting their room from the gawking clerk had to have hurt like hell with the shape his back had been in after last night. She should have remembered he needed it looked at *then*.
Tonight's door games had been far too much for the old fool. Though Siler's grumbles had been a touch more diplomatic than her thoughts when he'd started stripping their injured man and ordered him to bed. Jack had been in enough pain to actually obey and Siler had tracked down the massage oil and pain killers while she threw all their clothes out of the way.
Taking the time to fish her weapon back out of Jack's pocket, she'd put it, his holster and Siler's aged M1951 next to the bed, along with their cells. She was almost used to seeing the two Air Force M9s side by side -it wasn't the first time she and Jack had felt the need to stay armed even on holiday- but she was still not over the idea of Siler in danger. Let along the feeling that that pistol hadn't come from a pawn shop. He'd never been delirious enough to go into his younger years, but the complete lack of any sign or word of a family, or of any other marks of childhood, had struck her, even all those years ago. That she'd never seen that Beretta, never known of it, seemed an odd message considering how fondly he handled it.
Giving up the grim thought, she joined her men on the bed, cuddling up to Jack's side and kissing the ball of his shoulder as he lay with his head on his crossed wrists, and reaching over to run a hand slowly up and down Siler's flank where he was kneeling at Jack's waist. Warm skin and slow, tender touch. Being apart, Cassie's danger and now the stress from training Siler; they all deserved some closeness. *She* needed to be close to them just as much as Jack ever did; for that matter, Siler was developing the habit of dropping casual touches whenever he was near either of them and in private.
Looking at the relaxed, smooth, skilled, strokes he was currently using on Jack's lower back, Sam asked idly, "How *is* Cindi these days?"
She smirked a little at the red that appeared on Siler's cheekbones as he stared at her accusingly. He knew she knew he'd had plenty of light 'friends' over the years. And she knew he'd needed a therapist more than once. No way would he have resisted seducing the friendly blonde that she and the rest of SG-1 had also needed the services of.
"She was reassigned to Buckley."
Sam's brows lifted in surprise and she could see Siler giving the general the same look.
Jack opened his eyes, hearing an odd note to the silence and aware that Siler's hands had stilled. Faced with Sam's very.. 'curious' expression, he blinked, "What?? I remember signing for the fruit basket."
Sam's expression cleared and he felt Siler start stroking again even as he snorted, commenting mildly, "You and those fruit baskets."
Unable to turn or otherwise give him the evil eye, Jack settled for snarking, "Hey! They worke- ow!"
Halting his hands, Siler asked worriedly, looking at the area under his touch in concern, "What?"
Jack grumbled back, shifting his head on his crossed arms, "Little bruised; you kicked me there. Go easy."
"..Sorry." Siler stroked softly over the area, trying to ignore the pulse of discomfort at the idea of hurting Jack, before going back to his massage.
Once he'd finished making his way down Jack's legs, Siler finally dropped down to the bed. On Sam's other side. Which made her frown faintly and open her mouth.
Shaking his head, Siler laid a finger across her lips, "I'm not avoiding Jack. We happen to like snuggling you."
Responding to Jack's chuckle behind her as he did indeed cuddle up, Sam relaxed, accepting that they'd really made up and that she should stop worrying about them. Turning to lay on her back so she could look at them both, she remembered the pictures Jack -*and* Siler- had just taken; and that made other pictures come to mind. Flicking her eyes between them, she asked curiously, "Did you two really look at naked pictures of me on your first date?"
She had to smirk at the matching evil looks they responded with, but Siler finally muttered a gruff "Second."
Giggling at the admission of both the word and.. "And?"
Jack just stared right back into her challenge, "And what?"
Giving up on the Black Ops general, Sam turned to Siler, deciding he was more likely to break, and sidled up to his wary self to kiss his lips, his nose, his cheek, trailing her way up his jaw to his ear, "Did you play 'Who can last longer'?"
His breath caught very satisfyingly before he rasped "..No."
Intrigued by the little grin she saw on his lips, Sam glanced at her now abashed general, who obviously realized she was going to find out, before tilting her head at Siler with batted lashes to indicate she was listening. And wouldn't drop the subject.
"He sucked me off."
The image that those husky words produced sent heat rolling through Sam and she had to clear her throat to respond, turning to Jack with affection, knowing he'd tackled a lot of conditioning to do that. No doubt telling himself it was for *her*, "No wonder you knew you had to hold him."
Jack snorted agreement, remembering the nights she was talking about with a soft, fond grin he split between her and Siler, only losing it with a gasp when Sam leaned over to whisper in his ear, "Did you also figure out he loves to be in charge?"
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He didn't know how much longer he could do this. He'd stopped counting the times he'd sent Siler sprawling, and every time he heard the thump on the carpeted floor and the sergeant's grunt as he lost his breath, Jack's gut tightened and he had to clench his jaw to keep his eyes from fooling him; keep his mind from changing what he saw into some hellish memory of death and pain.
He watched Siler get up -so much more slowly that he had when they started-, firmly ignoring the scratches riddling the man's back from carpet friction, Jack settled himself into position again and felt half-distant from the combat, and half, far, far too close. Desperate to reach out and hold Siler. Stop this nonsense and just promise to always be there to protect him. It was a bad day when the pain in his body was a *welcome* distraction..
"Enough. My turn."
Sam watched Jack blink, only slowly coming fully back to himself. She softened her voice, trying not to look at the way his hands trembled as he straightened, "You come play spotter."
She didn't move until he took the first step to the sidelines, but then she glanced at Siler, catching a glimpse of the regret he hurried to hide from their general. She was glad that he finally understood how hard this was for them, too.
Taking the jacket off of her gym clothes, she took the time to stretch fully as Siler drank some water and took a breather. He was getting a lot better at fighting all-out, meaning they were all pretty sore and bruised. He needed to get the knack for feeling a threat coming though. They could still all too easily sneak under his guard, and his instincts didn't automatically kick in.
In point of fact, she smoothly shifted from stretching to kicking out and knew long before she connected with his hip that he hadn't seen it in time. Wincing at the choked yelp he gave, she didn't say anything; he knew the counter to that, and going to him as she would to Jack was counter to teaching him to react correctly. He had to get up fast and he knew they were going to have to repeat it a few times now. Trying to program it into his body.
It wasn't much easier being on the sidelines watching than it was to actually be the one hitting. He still wanted to step in and protect Siler. Hell, he wanted to protect *Carter*.. and she would thank him even less.
He finally found that making himself be objective and judging every shift as though they were cadets helped a little. Especially when he caught Sam doing a move entirely incorrectly! "Hey! Hold. What the hell was *that*, Carter??"
OK, yes, he knew that had been a little too drill-sergeant-ish.
But still! "That move was so badly done, colonel, that I'm surprised you didn't fall over all on your own," he jerked his head to the sidelines, coming to stand in front of a grinning Siler, giving Sam an almost insulted look. *How* could she have known him all those years and still do such a thing? "Your turn to pay attention, I think."
He took his time and ran Siler through every step of the grab, pointing out where Sam had gone wrong and idly wondering how she could possibly have.. mangled..
He almost screwed up the counter when his brain decided to realize he'd been hand-led at the same time as Siler attacked.
Aching from the badly done return, he turned to glare at the woman watching them entirely innocently. "Carter?"
"Umm?"
".." What the hell was he supposed to say? Why did you trick me? He already knew. Why are you mothering? He knew that too; *and* was the last person in this room allowed to complain about it. He settled for whining; after all, she needed some playfulness too... "Was that really *necessary*?"
Sam grinned, the light of *cheerful* revenge in his eyes more than worth being lectured like a rookie. "Yes, general, I think it was." Siler's grin as he recognized their antics was just icing on the chocolate cake. And hopefully both of them were going to *stay* cheerful when she laid down the law and dictated they all needed a couple days off. This wasn't actually boot camp and they all needed some uninterrupted cuddling time, in her unbiased opinion. Different accommodations and a day strolling in town like carefree tourists, or better yet, like lovers on a getaway, was what they needed.
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"Stretch 'em, general."
When Jack hesitantly lifted his arms above his head, body laid out in offering, Siler grinned, crawling on his knees until his half-stiff cock was waving inches from Jack's mouth and then leaning over to run the handcuffs through a rung of the hotel headboard.
He was staring down as he clicked the second cuff closed on Jack's wrist and he saw the general's eyes jerk up to his from his stare at Siler's crotch, pupils suddenly widening, even as Siler felt arousal stab through his belly.
Reaching down to slide his fingers thought the short white hair of his lover, he smiled, a tenderness softening his posture that was at odds with the scenario. He really *did* believe that Jack was fine with this as he'd claimed when he pulled the handcuffs out of his bag and offered them to Siler. But it couldn't be easy to dismiss his hellish history and trust Siler this completely, most especially not after the painful disagreement they'd had on the first day of this trip. No matter how they'd all made up and grabbed their intimacy back from the cliff, there were still remnants of the tension present.
But this was their fourth and last night, and the hotel they'd picked was roomy and comfortable, luxury compared to the shacky motels they'd used up till now. Down to a hot tub to make sore bodies forget their worries and feel more than up to a little make-up kink. As long as minds and hearts were up to it too. Sam was right, again; they did need some time just as lovers.
"This OK?"
Jack's eyes cleared at the word, tension that had crept in now easing from his shoulders. His gaze dropped back to Siler's crotch and he quirked a forced grin; Siler winced a bit, *well* aware that it was entirely obvious that *he* was looking forward to this.
"Why don't you come a little bit closer and I can show you just how OK I am?"
Laughing softly at the line, Siler crawled backward instead, hearing Sam chuckle off to the side. When he leaned over, Jack automatically tilted his head for a kiss, but Siler nosed him aside and bit softly at the underside of his jaw. Why biting Jack appealed so much when he rarely felt anything like even *that* violence toward Sam... Just didn't matter when he could listen to that groan of pleasure from his lover.
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He could feel the muscles of Jack's belly and thighs tightening, hear his breath getting short and jerky, and on the next upward slide, he kept going and pulled back, licking his lips and watching Jack's cock rebound up against his tensed stomach. Thick and red and wet from saliva and pre-cum and entirely too arousing.
"Siler!"
Jack's head had jerked up as he shouted and Siler smirked at him, not remotely intimidated. Breathing a little too deeply himself and feeling the pounding of his pulse making a layer of sweat break out over his skin. Sliding his palm down a hairy leg, he shook his head, "Forget it, Jack. My turn to torture." *They* enjoyed driving *him* completely crazy often enough!
He could hear Sam breathing heavily in her chair, a moan in her throat, and licked at the side of Jack's knee, trailing lower, wondering vaguely if they'd really let him finish this without taking control. He took a last bite at an all-too-elegant ankle and grinned at the growl he got in payment, turning to look at Sam, lounging naked in the armchair he'd ordered her to, watching her stroking herself slowly. She was staring at them longingly, shuddering, and Siler winked, reminding her roughly, "Not until I say, colonel." He grinned at the role reversal, knowing he was being too easily, and dangerously, amused. But it did feel good. Having them willing to let him run roughshod over ranks really did ease the self-inflicted sting of thinking he wasn't good enough.
She raised a challenging brow at him and slid one hand up to cup a breast, thumbing the distended peak slowly, not trying to stifle her moan.
The crack of Jack's laughter was accompanied by his toe gently prodding Siler's unconsciously parted lips and he huffed at himself for falling for the trick, sending Sam a mock-glare as he tried to slow his breathing, "*My* turn. No making the sergeant break tonight."
"Told you she was trouble."
Pouting prettily at Jack's taut, Sam lifted her thigh right over the arm of the chair and traced the now exposed lips of her vulva.
Satisfied with the resumption of Jack's visual torture and his absorption with it, Siler made himself turn away, anticipating the moment he wouldn't; would hold and touch her, kiss her until neither of them could breathe. Giving his attention back to his primary victim tonight, he sucked the impudent toe into his mouth, feeling Jack's leg tense sharply as he gasped.
Sam's giggle only intensified the ache running through Siler and he slowly trailed his lips and fingers back up until he could nibble at a hip that had made a reappearance after a month of boot camp; and would no doubt get even trimmer with the combat training that had them all sporting bruises and abrasions. Blowing a teasing stream of air over the inside of the general's thigh, he refused to again touch the one place where he *knew* Jack was throbbing and aching. Just as much as *he* was.
Instead, he leisurely -and carefully- licked and sucked his way up sensitive, soft-skinned -bruised- side of ribs that still had some padding, the shivering of Jack's not so tough hide under his lips an addicting power. The twisting of that strong body as the man tried to choke back moans; all drawing him to want this. Want the knowledge that Jack was going utterly crazy from, and for, *his* touch. That Siler controlled when he would be released; how much pleasure he would be made to stand.
The arms stretched up to the headboard, on the other hand, were hard. A few weeks of serious workout, and the adrenaline-fed need to reach for *something* that was riding Jack, had the veins standing out on those biceps, the triceps flexing as the tender skin over them was treated to wet lips and a teasingly tracing tongue. The sharp clink of metal on luckily *strong* wood drew Siler's attention, but only for an instant. The choked whimper Jack made as he shuddered was something he simply couldn't resist. He sent one hot look at Sam, panting and tensing, and rasped, "*Not* until *I* say, Sam." She glared at him with evil promise, but she did stop, pulling back from the edge. Yeah, he'd willingly pay any price for this.
Nodding approval, he looked back down and laid himself full length on top of the man panting on the bed, their cocks brushing until he shifted back and slotted below Jack's crotch, his breath catching as the head of his penis rubbed on Jack's balls, the general's cock pressing back on Siler's belly as he leaned down and kissed Jack hard.
The growling and jerking of the body under his, the quasi-violence in the bites Jack was taking at his lip and neck drove him crazy somehow and he had to pull back to catch his breath and control his shaking. Jack was twisting under him, bucking against him without any of his usual control as he glared a fierce challenge into Siler's eyes, and it was all he could do to clench his muscles and not move, needing the friction on his aching erection just as much. Needing-
He forced himself up to his knees, turning his head to the woman keeping her hands clenched in her chair and staring fire at them, her hips jerking even without any exterior contact. "Sam," the bark in his tone made her sit up in surprise, "Get over here."
A few stiff steps and she was besides him on the bed, giving him a playfully challenging look. Keeping himself steady on his knees below Jack's ribs, he cupped her jaw, trying to be gentle but aware that his touch was a little harsh. Leaning in and kissing her hard and deep but pulling back quickly to take her hips, lift her and help her shift to her knees, carefully, besides Jack's ears; the general's stretched arms in the way now, but none of them quite willing to end the game.
Bending forward to grip Jack's bound hands with hers, she cried out breathlessly as he closed his lips on her clitoris with a growl that Siler could feel the shiver of against the inside of his thighs as he crept up to close the distance until his cock brushed the cheeks of Sam's ass. Resisting the temptation to shorten this, as well as the offer inherent in her gasp and small hip-tilt, he shifted to slide himself up the valley between until he could cuddle up, his abs touching her lower back.
His turn to whimper a little at the friction, his fingers spasming on Sam's hips, unable to stop from rubbing himself a little, dropping his lips to her shoulder. His teeth were closed on her skin before he caught himself and let go, laving the area with stiff tenderness, feeling her shudder convulsively against him. Wishing he could see them, he shifted one hand to her belly and slid upward, lips trailing to her ear, "Come rest up against me; want to watch." His palm cupped a breast as she whimpered, slowly rising to lay her head back against him. "Want to touch you," he moaned, teeth aching to close on her earlobe, looking down her front and watching Jack slide his tongue between her lips, expression lost in quasi-bliss.
Sam reached around and dug her fingers into his thighs, the breathy little cries she was making next to his ear sending shivers dancing over his skin. He had to hold at least one hip or she'd buck and hurt Jack, which left him only one hand to stroke at the soft skin of her stomach and fondle her so beautiful, swollen breasts. With his eyes meeting Jack's, his teeth touched the joint to her neck, the tension to bite almost unstoppable, almost distracting him from the way Sam was stiffening, grinding on Jack's mouth, all too happy to feel the bite of teeth...
Growling harshly, both of his hands went to her hips and lifted her up.
"*Fuck*, Siler!"
Siler bared his teeth in the imitation of a smile at the shaking yell, "Not today, Jack." Even though he felt a deeper pulse of need snake through his gut at the thought.
"Siler!" Sam's control was almost gone and she twisted in his grip, snarling, the halted wrestling moves -that he easily recognized now- as dangerous for Jack as him.
"*Easy* Sam! Just let me-" He swung one of his legs back until his knees were together besides Jack, the momentum and his steely grip bringing her with him, whether she could decipher his damn tension-lisped words or not.
Tugging her backwards until her back was flush against him, her legs spread around his, he didn't have to say a word and she reached between her legs and guided him into herself, her body clutching at him with a sob.
Panting, he pulled her tight onto him, clenching his teeth to stay in control as rippling, tight, fire tried to pull him over the edge. He shifted his hold to the front of her hips, stretching his middle fingers to her clit and taking a deep breath before lifting her up slightly and then back down, fingers stroking. "Arms around my neck, colonel." He just about cried out as he felt her internal shiver at his harsh words.
His eyes burning into Jack's over her shoulder, the general watching them as he twisted in his bonds, a gravelly moan in his throat, Siler kept up the small, sharp movements, jaw hard as steel in restraint, feeling the woman in his arms tensing desperately as he thrust.
Then every muscle in her contracted as her breath caught and he pulled her down hard, unprepared when she turned her head and bit his neck as she convulsed, a definite scream chocked on his skin, leaving him moaning in agony at resisting the friction on his cock, at desperately resisting the tug of orgasm as Sam thrashed in his arms, riding out her pleasure.
Jack was beyond words, watching them and shivering, panting, a trail of pre-cum glistening past his needily bucking hip.
Finally feeling Sam crash against him, Siler lifted her up as gently as he could, kissing her ear with tight control and whispering so only she would hear. When she nodded and moved aside, slow and shaky, Jack watched her with the promise of a hard fuck in his eyes.
Those eyes locked back on him when Siler moved, stiff with control. They flashed dark threats when the sergeant came to crouch around his shoulders. But he parted his teeth when Siler leaned over him, hands closing with Jack's; palm to palm. The bite of the general's punishing nails didn't stop him slowly thrusting his wet cock past Jack's lips, a strangled shout escaping him as the man greedily sucked him in, dizzily aware that he had the same response to the taste of Sam on Jack.
He had to control himself, *had* to- He pulled slightly back with a sob as Jack moaned, knowing Sam had taken advantage of the general's distraction and taken *him*. His blowjob got stuttery and broken as Jack shook and moaned, and that gave Siler enough of a chance that he still had his control; if not his sanity, a constant low moan in his throat reflecting the strength he had to apply to keep from jerking his hips. Then Jack's head snapped back with a drawn-out cry of 'Fuuuuuck!' and Siler watched his face twist and shatter with pleasure, the blood rushing in his ears so hard he barely heard Sam whimpering behind him.
He was shaking, too close and too tight to think or move or- Jack finally opened his eyes, drowsy with satisfaction. He blinked once before smiling gently and leaning his head forward. This time Siler closed his eyes; he had no intention of controlling the need to come anymore, but with Jack's hands tied he had to keep his hips-
Or not.
Sam's hands gripped him hard and the bite of slightly-too-long nails only made the pleasure deeper. His throat felt raw when he cried out, giving in completely as he greedily focused on the feel of heat and wet and suction and friction, a tongue flicking and distracting, delaying the inevitable. The pinprick pain of nails digging in, the relief of at long last letting himself go, letting every muscle thrust and tighten as it wanted, the control that Sam enforced providing a sneaking mental pleasure of its own.
Fire was finally streaking out of his balls and right through his cock when he felt teeth bite down hard on his shoulder, the instant feeling of possession throwing him right past overload.
He might have screamed, or just shouted or even choked as too much tension released at once.
He was flopped back, leaning on Sam, her breasts pressing a message of femininity and softness into his back, her hands soothing across his belly, nails teasing over his chest, as she left soft kisses along the top of his shoulder. His knees were stretched too sharply and starting to send stabbing pain through his thighs, and he had to be putting too much weight on Jack's upper chest, even as Jack licked gently at his softened cock, affection and caring a better heaven than he'd looked for, for most of his life.
His eyes opened lazily, the off-throwing, unfamiliar painting of an English garden making him shake his head with a twist of his lips. Jack's chuckle drew his eyes down and made him straighten with a wince, quickly reaching for the key on the bedside table.
"Siler?"
He shrugged off Jack's concern, far too many endorphins in his system to care about a little pain, "Knees stiff." He might not get in the same agony that tended to hit Jack, but he should have shifted position earlier.
Nonetheless, he didn't complain when Jack reached his newly freed hands down and wrapped them on the sore joints, moving gently, injecting heat to soothe as Siler smiled gratefully, stroking his fingers though short, sweaty, hair even as he looked besides him where Sam had come to stand. Looking thoroughly satisfied and happy, she leaned her head on his shoulder, a hand reaching down to twine with his in the spiky white strands.
Next in the verse is Chapter 8f: Old friends, like bookends (PG13)