Sam and her boys, 10a: Intimacy, NC17, Sam/Jack/Siler
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Summary: Jack clicking on links
Chapter 10a: Intimacy (NC17)
AN: Chapter 6b: Innocence, as been drastically updated (aug 19, 2009)... thought about make the change a separate chapter.. but would have been more complicated. so for the few folks who are reading this...
....still not so sure about posting this.. let along **writing it**. but I'm picking up this bad habit of collecting 'mostly-finished' chapters instead of posting them...
so. WARNING: in case you didn't already know, anything goes in SAHB sex... -soo wish I could blame kirsty for this one.. but I can't. book was reading. don't ask.
Siler's breath jammed at the unexpected touch as his body shivered from deep inside, fists clenching in the chair-pillow he'd slid under his head. He finally had to release the air in a harsh gasp, his shoulders arching upward as his forehead pushed into the cotton-covered cushion, feeling the urgent need to come shift into deeper arousal at the intensely intimate stroke of a soft tongue where he'd expected blunt pressure.
"OK?"
Jerking his hips back for more, vaguely feeling the scrape of the carpet on his knees and elbows as he shifted and he shivered at the stroke of fingers on his thighs, however casual. His brain was far too blasted by sensation for real speech, reducing him to a garbled moan, "*Fuck* yes."
Jack's chuckle didn't faze him; he was actually getting used to, and attached to, hearing the man happy; whatever the reason. As long as he damn well- oh hell yeah. He'd been panting and more than ready when he'd slipped to his knees in front of the bathroom, the thick carpet padding his knees and Jack right behind him; now, the so-intimate wet swipes teasing at his ass were flooding a different, deeper, tension into a tight pool low in his gut. Christ, why hadn't he done this before?
Too close, now. He was too close; could feel himself twitching in mid-air with every lick and breath along his skin. The groan that pulled up through his chest was harsh enough to make him feel raw, and when Jack pulled back, Siler was moving without a thought.
Rising up and around on his knees and tackling a surprised, but unresisting, Jack to the floor, he kissed him, open-mouthed and fierce, one hand wrapped around his jaw, the other holding one of his hands to the deep carpet, Siler's weight squarely on his chest.
The ravaging kiss only lasted a few moments before Jack took it over and rolled them, but the tension that had drawn Siler tight was still there, unable to let him be still. He needed control, couldn't take any more teasing. Even if that meant a desperate grapple across the floor, the intensity of contact and applied power, the stroking and kissing any time they got in reach of each other giving a bare measure of sanity until he got the upper hand and got Jack laying face down. Trying to catch his breath and still feeling half-mad with shivery need, he sat on Jack's thighs, shuddering and grinding himself against his lover, and leaned down to take a bite at his shoulder before growling, "Where'd you put it?"
Jack laughed breathlessly, pointing at the bedside table, "Never had it."
Siler growled again in frustration, "Don't even think of moving." He reached down and slapped the man on the ass for good measure, fingers lingering for just one second with the temptation to return the earlier favour. But the mere thought was enough to make his cock twitch painfully and he moaned and scrambled up for the tube of KY.
Half-tempted to tackle him to the bed just to push his luck, Jack lifted his head, watching his lover move quickly the few feet away, muscles flexing constantly, no moment still; power and agility and smooth skin that he hadn't really wanted to stop stroking. At least *some* of Samantha's tastes were undeniably good.
When he saw the already-red scratches on Siler's shins, he nodded to them, even though his eyes were drawn rather higher almost immediately, his voice gravelly, "Sure carpet's better than bathroom?"
Eyes flickering to his on his way past, Siler shrugged, "Easier on *my* knees." Jack felt him settle on the back of his legs, the anticipation clenching through him. "*You* OK?"
Immediately annoyed at the tense hesitation he heard, he shifted up slightly and swung his open palm back, aiming his silent response at one of the muscled thighs straddling him.
He connected solidly and heard Siler chuckle as a cap snapped closed, his breath catching at the slick touch he still wasn't used to.
Feeling the too-controlled stiffness in the palm that smoothed along his back in reassurance made him appreciate the touch even more. He didn't think this was ever going to be casual for him, and the fact that Siler remembered that when Jack could *feel* how tightly wound he was was just one reason that they loved him.
The fact that it felt so fucking good when the gentle, if shaky, stroking finally made him relax was one reason the two of them had agreed to make time for this. He didn't need the fingers spasming on his hips to rock smoothly back into the shallow thrust, groaning with his own rising need.
"Fuck-! Jack.. I.."
The mixed desperation and embarrassment behind the words took a few seconds to register with his body hogging most of the blood far from his brain, but Jack finally caught the meaning as Siler's movements got far more jerky and demanding than his lover had ever let himself be in this position.
Laughing breathlessly, Jack reached back and patted Siler's thigh, shuddering at the tingle spreading through his nerves, " 'Sokay. Little too good?"
"I-" Deliberately tightening on him wasn't something Jack would care to do for long, lube or no lube, but making Si' moan like that... "Yea- Hel-!" The swearing broke off into a so-familiar low cry that made Jack shiver with pleasure, loving the sound. Relaxing around Si's pulsing body, he mentally winced at the regret he couldn't deny feeling at not getting to feel that deep, smooth satisfaction he still sometimes would rather deny wanting.
The feeling of warmth that stayed behind as Siler pulled out kicked up the arousal at the intimacy and made him shiver again. He shifted to his side carefully, reaching out a hand to steady the quietly panting man lifting himself from Jack's legs shakily, and then letting Siler pull him upright and close. Jack grinned at the still slightly out-of-it eyes meeting his, his hand hungrily curving around Siler's jaw and feeling the freshly-shaved skin shift on his palm as the man smiled dopily.
Trying to get his brain running again, Siler nodded to the bed besides him, not bothering trying to pronounce anything as Jack willingly took the silent hint and laid down on his back, hand reaching to stroke himself with obvious relief.
Wincing at the reminder of his lack of self-control, Siler followed him down, laying behind him and encouraging him to turn on his side, away from Siler, with a kiss to the ball of his shoulder.
"Si'?"
The rough question and accompanying look made him roll his eyes; did the bloody man seriously think he was so selfish?? Blood must really not be feeding his brain... Rather than answer, he trailed quick kisses down Jack's spine, the hand not holding his body off the bed stroked gently over the cheek of Jack's ass. He felt the moment Jack stiffened, knew his dirty mind had been correctly read and grinned, "OK?" He'd be pretty surprised if the answer was no, but Jack wasn't Sam; asking tended to relax him.
"Yeah- but only if.."
Shaking his head slightly, his nose rubbing teasingly on Jack's coccyx, he stroked his hand along his flank, speaking gently, "When have I ever said no to anything in bed, Jack?"
"You said no to Sparky."
Siler snorted a laugh at the whine, nipping at Jack's hip to emphasize the point before trailing his lips over and down, "And don't forget it."
"I- wouldn't-" he heard the gasp Jack tried to smother, slowing his tongue to give him time to adjust as he gently licked off the leftover lube, stealthily reaching for the tube he'd thrown on the bed earlier, listening with satisfaction to Jack's breathing speeding up, even as he tried to speak casually, "Wouldn't.. dream of it."
When his gel-coated palm reached over Jack's hip and displaced the general's hand to wrap itself around his erection, he had to smile at the almost surprised exclamation he got, refraining from commenting about the uses of KY and instead speeding up his tongue.
"Fuckin' 'ell; *Siler*.."
Tightening and speeding his hand in response to the panting need in Jack's voice, he lifted his lips slightly, "This OK, or-"
"Harder."
As he obeyed the unhesitating request, Jack tensed, every muscle shuddering as he gasped out Siler's name and then called it again and again as Siler kept up the long, smooth hand-strokes. When the ring of muscle under his shifting tongue quivered, he pressed firmly in curiosity and suddenly slid the tip in without restriction, feeling Jack stiffen, Siler's name broken as his breath jammed and his body arched back slightly.
A few shallow dips and he pulled out as he recognized the suddenly sharp stillness in the body he held, going back to quick licks as his own come trickled out with the powerful contractions, listening to Jack try to swallow the shout of his name.
His hand was a sticky mess, but it did fine at keeping up a gentle glide as he carefully shifted himself up to cuddle along Jack's back and nuzzle his nape. He finally brought his hand up, wiping it on the bed with a mental note to change the sheets, and then laid it on Jack's chest, rising and falling with his slowing breaths.
Feeling the call of a snooze himself, he shifted his leg slightly to get off a bruised-feeling spot, idly thinking about the moments they'd mock-fought across the floor and muttering curiously, "You could have easily overpowered me earlier..." Much as they'd gone back to training, Jack could still easily take him down...
He'd almost given up on an answer when Jack's mostly drowsy, but mildly grumpy, voice spoke up, "Siler, as long as I'm awake and myself, and unless we're training, you can pretty much do anything you want to m-" a yawn interrupted him, his voice dropping, "-Me, and I'm only going to fight back.. on principle."
Laughing softly at the sleepy man shifting himself as tightly against him as he could get, Siler's eyes closed, happy and content but not quite able to sleep yet, still a little blasted from the sexy game, "Where did you get the idea, anyway?"
"..One of those emails that are the scourge of modern communication."
Siler laughed again at the slightly abashed tone, "Hasn't Sam explained that you should never click on those things??"
Jack shrugged, bringing Siler's palm up to nuzzle before resting it back over his now calmly beating heart, "She's got a," his fingers wriggled, " 'Military-grade router/firewall' on the internet and top virus scanner and firewall on the computer."
"Ummm," Siler nuzzled into the patch of sweat-damp hair behind Jack's ear, "Love it when you talk dirty."
Jack choked an affectionate laugh, "Dork."
Fingers combing lazily through the chest hair under his hand, Siler grinned to himself, "You realize that that means she can see every site you go to?"
Jack shrugged, "So?"
" 'Nuthin'. They selling anything interesting?"
Jack chuckled quietly, "Didn't notice, was someone else advertising on their site; so I was off it almost immediately."
"Off, uh?"
"Shut *up*."
"Yes *sir*."
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Walking through the quiet house on her way to the bedroom, Sam yawned, annoyed at the conclusion she'd had to come to as she analyzed the personnel schedule. There was no way around it and she'd already wasted far more time than she should by trying to deny the simple truth. It was only a week, at most..
Stepping into the bedroom, she stopped, smiling softly. There weren't a lot of people with wide enough shoulders to wrap protectively around Jack and seem natural. But somehow, that was how they'd fallen asleep; without sheet or blanket over their very bare bodies and tightly cuddled. Walking up to them, she blinked in surprise when Jack didn't react to her movements. His head remained where it rested on Siler's forearm; lips relaxed and parted in deep sleep, Siler's nose nestled behind his ear.
It wasn't like her ex-Black ops lover not to snap awake as soon as she stepped into the room and she was a little wary of getting too close to him so deeply asleep; but Siler would eventually have to move.
The choice was taken out of her hands when Siler popped awake, his eyes meeting hers immediately and a welcoming grin peaking past the edge of Jack's neck. Carefully closing the distance to crouch at Jack's side, Sam watched him blink awake too, giving her a drowsy smile but otherwise unmoving from his safe enclosure.
She grinned at Siler, speaking softly, "You make a good bodyguard, my sergeant." That seemed to make Jack at least aware of their position, maybe even of the fact that he'd relinquished his safety into Siler's hand, but he only turned his head up to give the man a bemused look before shrugging and settling back down. Stroking fingertip down his cheek as his eyes closed, Sam leaned in to drop a kiss on his forehead.
Siler was still watching her, still holding Jack unselfconsciously with the arm the general was snoozing on, but his other hand reached out to play with the collar of her permanently 'borrowed' BDU shirt and he shook his head, "I'm not even sure how you managed to find this buried in my closet; let along keep getting your hands on it through you guys' laundry."
Frowning slightly at the choice of wording, Sam swallowed the urge to start an argument when it was so late and she was already stressed. Instead, she leaned in to get a kiss, smirking as she got the sudden whiff of sex, "You two wear each other out?"
His abashed grin and nuzzling at Jack's nape were too cute for words and Sam giggled, patting his shoulder, "I'll go wash up and you can wake sleeping beauty up slowly and take your turn."
Next in the verse, Chapter 11a: Cats and dogs (PG13)
or to Chapter 1 for info
To read it all the chapters on one page, click here
Summary: Jack clicking on links
Chapter 10a: Intimacy (NC17)
AN: Chapter 6b: Innocence, as been drastically updated (aug 19, 2009)... thought about make the change a separate chapter.. but would have been more complicated. so for the few folks who are reading this...
....still not so sure about posting this.. let along **writing it**. but I'm picking up this bad habit of collecting 'mostly-finished' chapters instead of posting them...
so. WARNING: in case you didn't already know, anything goes in SAHB sex... -soo wish I could blame kirsty for this one.. but I can't. book was reading. don't ask.
Siler's breath jammed at the unexpected touch as his body shivered from deep inside, fists clenching in the chair-pillow he'd slid under his head. He finally had to release the air in a harsh gasp, his shoulders arching upward as his forehead pushed into the cotton-covered cushion, feeling the urgent need to come shift into deeper arousal at the intensely intimate stroke of a soft tongue where he'd expected blunt pressure.
"OK?"
Jerking his hips back for more, vaguely feeling the scrape of the carpet on his knees and elbows as he shifted and he shivered at the stroke of fingers on his thighs, however casual. His brain was far too blasted by sensation for real speech, reducing him to a garbled moan, "*Fuck* yes."
Jack's chuckle didn't faze him; he was actually getting used to, and attached to, hearing the man happy; whatever the reason. As long as he damn well- oh hell yeah. He'd been panting and more than ready when he'd slipped to his knees in front of the bathroom, the thick carpet padding his knees and Jack right behind him; now, the so-intimate wet swipes teasing at his ass were flooding a different, deeper, tension into a tight pool low in his gut. Christ, why hadn't he done this before?
Too close, now. He was too close; could feel himself twitching in mid-air with every lick and breath along his skin. The groan that pulled up through his chest was harsh enough to make him feel raw, and when Jack pulled back, Siler was moving without a thought.
Rising up and around on his knees and tackling a surprised, but unresisting, Jack to the floor, he kissed him, open-mouthed and fierce, one hand wrapped around his jaw, the other holding one of his hands to the deep carpet, Siler's weight squarely on his chest.
The ravaging kiss only lasted a few moments before Jack took it over and rolled them, but the tension that had drawn Siler tight was still there, unable to let him be still. He needed control, couldn't take any more teasing. Even if that meant a desperate grapple across the floor, the intensity of contact and applied power, the stroking and kissing any time they got in reach of each other giving a bare measure of sanity until he got the upper hand and got Jack laying face down. Trying to catch his breath and still feeling half-mad with shivery need, he sat on Jack's thighs, shuddering and grinding himself against his lover, and leaned down to take a bite at his shoulder before growling, "Where'd you put it?"
Jack laughed breathlessly, pointing at the bedside table, "Never had it."
Siler growled again in frustration, "Don't even think of moving." He reached down and slapped the man on the ass for good measure, fingers lingering for just one second with the temptation to return the earlier favour. But the mere thought was enough to make his cock twitch painfully and he moaned and scrambled up for the tube of KY.
Half-tempted to tackle him to the bed just to push his luck, Jack lifted his head, watching his lover move quickly the few feet away, muscles flexing constantly, no moment still; power and agility and smooth skin that he hadn't really wanted to stop stroking. At least *some* of Samantha's tastes were undeniably good.
When he saw the already-red scratches on Siler's shins, he nodded to them, even though his eyes were drawn rather higher almost immediately, his voice gravelly, "Sure carpet's better than bathroom?"
Eyes flickering to his on his way past, Siler shrugged, "Easier on *my* knees." Jack felt him settle on the back of his legs, the anticipation clenching through him. "*You* OK?"
Immediately annoyed at the tense hesitation he heard, he shifted up slightly and swung his open palm back, aiming his silent response at one of the muscled thighs straddling him.
He connected solidly and heard Siler chuckle as a cap snapped closed, his breath catching at the slick touch he still wasn't used to.
Feeling the too-controlled stiffness in the palm that smoothed along his back in reassurance made him appreciate the touch even more. He didn't think this was ever going to be casual for him, and the fact that Siler remembered that when Jack could *feel* how tightly wound he was was just one reason that they loved him.
The fact that it felt so fucking good when the gentle, if shaky, stroking finally made him relax was one reason the two of them had agreed to make time for this. He didn't need the fingers spasming on his hips to rock smoothly back into the shallow thrust, groaning with his own rising need.
"Fuck-! Jack.. I.."
The mixed desperation and embarrassment behind the words took a few seconds to register with his body hogging most of the blood far from his brain, but Jack finally caught the meaning as Siler's movements got far more jerky and demanding than his lover had ever let himself be in this position.
Laughing breathlessly, Jack reached back and patted Siler's thigh, shuddering at the tingle spreading through his nerves, " 'Sokay. Little too good?"
"I-" Deliberately tightening on him wasn't something Jack would care to do for long, lube or no lube, but making Si' moan like that... "Yea- Hel-!" The swearing broke off into a so-familiar low cry that made Jack shiver with pleasure, loving the sound. Relaxing around Si's pulsing body, he mentally winced at the regret he couldn't deny feeling at not getting to feel that deep, smooth satisfaction he still sometimes would rather deny wanting.
The feeling of warmth that stayed behind as Siler pulled out kicked up the arousal at the intimacy and made him shiver again. He shifted to his side carefully, reaching out a hand to steady the quietly panting man lifting himself from Jack's legs shakily, and then letting Siler pull him upright and close. Jack grinned at the still slightly out-of-it eyes meeting his, his hand hungrily curving around Siler's jaw and feeling the freshly-shaved skin shift on his palm as the man smiled dopily.
Trying to get his brain running again, Siler nodded to the bed besides him, not bothering trying to pronounce anything as Jack willingly took the silent hint and laid down on his back, hand reaching to stroke himself with obvious relief.
Wincing at the reminder of his lack of self-control, Siler followed him down, laying behind him and encouraging him to turn on his side, away from Siler, with a kiss to the ball of his shoulder.
"Si'?"
The rough question and accompanying look made him roll his eyes; did the bloody man seriously think he was so selfish?? Blood must really not be feeding his brain... Rather than answer, he trailed quick kisses down Jack's spine, the hand not holding his body off the bed stroked gently over the cheek of Jack's ass. He felt the moment Jack stiffened, knew his dirty mind had been correctly read and grinned, "OK?" He'd be pretty surprised if the answer was no, but Jack wasn't Sam; asking tended to relax him.
"Yeah- but only if.."
Shaking his head slightly, his nose rubbing teasingly on Jack's coccyx, he stroked his hand along his flank, speaking gently, "When have I ever said no to anything in bed, Jack?"
"You said no to Sparky."
Siler snorted a laugh at the whine, nipping at Jack's hip to emphasize the point before trailing his lips over and down, "And don't forget it."
"I- wouldn't-" he heard the gasp Jack tried to smother, slowing his tongue to give him time to adjust as he gently licked off the leftover lube, stealthily reaching for the tube he'd thrown on the bed earlier, listening with satisfaction to Jack's breathing speeding up, even as he tried to speak casually, "Wouldn't.. dream of it."
When his gel-coated palm reached over Jack's hip and displaced the general's hand to wrap itself around his erection, he had to smile at the almost surprised exclamation he got, refraining from commenting about the uses of KY and instead speeding up his tongue.
"Fuckin' 'ell; *Siler*.."
Tightening and speeding his hand in response to the panting need in Jack's voice, he lifted his lips slightly, "This OK, or-"
"Harder."
As he obeyed the unhesitating request, Jack tensed, every muscle shuddering as he gasped out Siler's name and then called it again and again as Siler kept up the long, smooth hand-strokes. When the ring of muscle under his shifting tongue quivered, he pressed firmly in curiosity and suddenly slid the tip in without restriction, feeling Jack stiffen, Siler's name broken as his breath jammed and his body arched back slightly.
A few shallow dips and he pulled out as he recognized the suddenly sharp stillness in the body he held, going back to quick licks as his own come trickled out with the powerful contractions, listening to Jack try to swallow the shout of his name.
His hand was a sticky mess, but it did fine at keeping up a gentle glide as he carefully shifted himself up to cuddle along Jack's back and nuzzle his nape. He finally brought his hand up, wiping it on the bed with a mental note to change the sheets, and then laid it on Jack's chest, rising and falling with his slowing breaths.
Feeling the call of a snooze himself, he shifted his leg slightly to get off a bruised-feeling spot, idly thinking about the moments they'd mock-fought across the floor and muttering curiously, "You could have easily overpowered me earlier..." Much as they'd gone back to training, Jack could still easily take him down...
He'd almost given up on an answer when Jack's mostly drowsy, but mildly grumpy, voice spoke up, "Siler, as long as I'm awake and myself, and unless we're training, you can pretty much do anything you want to m-" a yawn interrupted him, his voice dropping, "-Me, and I'm only going to fight back.. on principle."
Laughing softly at the sleepy man shifting himself as tightly against him as he could get, Siler's eyes closed, happy and content but not quite able to sleep yet, still a little blasted from the sexy game, "Where did you get the idea, anyway?"
"..One of those emails that are the scourge of modern communication."
Siler laughed again at the slightly abashed tone, "Hasn't Sam explained that you should never click on those things??"
Jack shrugged, bringing Siler's palm up to nuzzle before resting it back over his now calmly beating heart, "She's got a," his fingers wriggled, " 'Military-grade router/firewall' on the internet and top virus scanner and firewall on the computer."
"Ummm," Siler nuzzled into the patch of sweat-damp hair behind Jack's ear, "Love it when you talk dirty."
Jack choked an affectionate laugh, "Dork."
Fingers combing lazily through the chest hair under his hand, Siler grinned to himself, "You realize that that means she can see every site you go to?"
Jack shrugged, "So?"
" 'Nuthin'. They selling anything interesting?"
Jack chuckled quietly, "Didn't notice, was someone else advertising on their site; so I was off it almost immediately."
"Off, uh?"
"Shut *up*."
"Yes *sir*."
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Walking through the quiet house on her way to the bedroom, Sam yawned, annoyed at the conclusion she'd had to come to as she analyzed the personnel schedule. There was no way around it and she'd already wasted far more time than she should by trying to deny the simple truth. It was only a week, at most..
Stepping into the bedroom, she stopped, smiling softly. There weren't a lot of people with wide enough shoulders to wrap protectively around Jack and seem natural. But somehow, that was how they'd fallen asleep; without sheet or blanket over their very bare bodies and tightly cuddled. Walking up to them, she blinked in surprise when Jack didn't react to her movements. His head remained where it rested on Siler's forearm; lips relaxed and parted in deep sleep, Siler's nose nestled behind his ear.
It wasn't like her ex-Black ops lover not to snap awake as soon as she stepped into the room and she was a little wary of getting too close to him so deeply asleep; but Siler would eventually have to move.
The choice was taken out of her hands when Siler popped awake, his eyes meeting hers immediately and a welcoming grin peaking past the edge of Jack's neck. Carefully closing the distance to crouch at Jack's side, Sam watched him blink awake too, giving her a drowsy smile but otherwise unmoving from his safe enclosure.
She grinned at Siler, speaking softly, "You make a good bodyguard, my sergeant." That seemed to make Jack at least aware of their position, maybe even of the fact that he'd relinquished his safety into Siler's hand, but he only turned his head up to give the man a bemused look before shrugging and settling back down. Stroking fingertip down his cheek as his eyes closed, Sam leaned in to drop a kiss on his forehead.
Siler was still watching her, still holding Jack unselfconsciously with the arm the general was snoozing on, but his other hand reached out to play with the collar of her permanently 'borrowed' BDU shirt and he shook his head, "I'm not even sure how you managed to find this buried in my closet; let along keep getting your hands on it through you guys' laundry."
Frowning slightly at the choice of wording, Sam swallowed the urge to start an argument when it was so late and she was already stressed. Instead, she leaned in to get a kiss, smirking as she got the sudden whiff of sex, "You two wear each other out?"
His abashed grin and nuzzling at Jack's nape were too cute for words and Sam giggled, patting his shoulder, "I'll go wash up and you can wake sleeping beauty up slowly and take your turn."
Next in the verse, Chapter 11a: Cats and dogs (PG13)