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Ficathon
ok. So, when my fingers are working properly, I promise to go back over this and maybe expand it. But... Hey, look, it's the 8th. And I'm dyin', here...
Name/LiveJournal: Beth bethos
Email address: Bethdrgyn@aol.com
Requests (one or two things you'd like in the fic written
for you, i.e.:
setting, genre, object, concept): Um, I would like, in
addition to the
Sam/Jack and the Jack/Daniel, for there to be both
Maybourne and McKay
involved in the story in some capacity. If you can get them
to have sex (or
to have had sex) with somebody, that would be cool too,
especially if it's
Jack and Sam respectively, but it's not important that they
get laid so long
as they are there. (Or like ... Jack can end up with
Maybourne and Sam can end up with McKay and Daniel can end
up with Teal'c
OMG.)
Restrictions (one or two things you don't want in the fic
written for you,
i.e.: no angst, pr0n, whatever): No Sam/Teal'c please, it
confuses me.
It's been a long time since Jack O'Neill woke up with a man in his bed. Not that he was complaining. The man laying there was not awake, even though his hand had half-curled around Jack's cock. It's a nice feeling, and he considered waking up his companion to hurry things along when the phone rang.
"Guh." Daniel Jackson's eyes flew open, and he stared at Jack, stared at his hand, and then glared. "Bitch."
"Hey, I didn't put that there."
"Riiight."
The phone rang for the third time. Jack grabbed it. "O'Neill."
After listening for a few minutes, he hung up. And sighed. "We need to go in."
"Damn."
"Yeah."
The hand had never really left his semi-hard penis. And now it was slowly stroking up and down. "Uh, Daniel..."
"Oh, come on, Jack." A smirk touched the other man's lips. "This won't take long." And he squeezed.
A groan escaped Jack as the blood rushed from his extremities to one small part. Hockey scores. Think of hockey scores. And Hammond. Hammond wanted them at the base, and-- the hand shifted, fingernails just barely long enough to register scraping against very sensitive flesh. "Daniel." His voice was raspy. It had been like that last night, too.
"Just five minutes, Jack." There was a superior tone in Daniel's voice. And then the hand was taken away to be replaced by a mouth.
"Two."
Daniel's head came up. "Two? Jack, you're really pushing, there."
"Shut up and get on with it."
"Ah, cranky morning sex with an old man. To think, I could be missing this."
"Daniel."
"Jack."
He closed his eyes, then opened them, having decided to change tactics. He reached out and slid a finger along Daniel's shoulder. "Daniel."
Before the other man could respond, he moved, rolling and pinning him beneath himself. There was suddenly delightful friction as skin met skin and sheet and hair. "Hey, Jack." There was a smirk in Daniel's eyes. "I thought *I* got to be on top this time."
"Shut up."
"That should be--" Daniel gasped as Jack's hand wrapped around his cock. "--my line. Oh, GOD. Don't stop doing that."
"Mm." Leaning down, Jack bit the side of Daniel's neck, then lapped at his collarbone.
A sigh escaped Daniel. Then his finger poked Jack's shoulder. "Hey."
"Wha?"
"If we only have ten minutes, you need to change positions."
"Feeling bossy this morning, are we?"
Daniel waved one hand, bending his wrist, "La, thir, Ah feel--" He broke off, and snorted. "Whatever. Jack, if you don't want to get blown before breakfast, then fine. But YOU are the one who woke up in the mood."
"And you're not?" Jack smirked as he moved to one side and inspected the evidence of Daniel's arousal.
"Okay, fine. So what?"
Jack sighed. "Cold showers. Hammond wants us, remember?"
"Right. Do those actually work?"
"If they don't, just imagine Margaret Thatcher naked on a cold day."
Daniel screwed up his face, "Gah. Ja-ack."
"Right. You go start coffee."
"Feeling caveman this morning, Jack?"
"Move, boy." Besides, it wasn't like Daniel didn't need the caffeine more than he did.
Snorting, Daniel climbed out of bed. "Fine. But you'd better leave me hot water."
"Like I wouldn't."
--
There she was. With a smirk, Dr. Rodney McKay stepped into the lab. The lights were lower than normal, but he didn't mind. Major Samantha Carter looked good in any light.
"Hello?"
"Dr. McKay."
"Major."
She frowned at him. "Can I help you?"
"I was thinking," he stepped closer to her, "I could help you."
"Help me--"
Taking his courage in hand, he reached out and brushed a thumb over her lip. "Well, Major, we both know you're attracted to me. I figured we could... work on that. Together."
"Oh?" She stepped closer to him.
"Yes." He stepped that last inch, bringing them into nearly full-body contact. Without asking consent, he reached out.
She reciprocated, and her hand was suddenly *there*. McKay felt his eyelids start to flutter. Oh, YEAH. She so wanted him--except-- the hand squeezed. Painfully. Tightly. Horribly. He let out a gasp of air. "Major--"
"Rodney. Darling." She leaned into him, "I may be horny. But I'm not *that* desparate."
Taking the hint, he pulled his hands off of her breasts.
"Better." She tilted her head to the side. "I'm sure there's other things you could be doing."
"Not you, certainly." He sniped.
--
Ex-Colonel Harry Maybourne watched the rock for a while until he was certain that no one would notice his approach. And then he waited. It wasn't long before the object of his... surveillance appeared.
He waited until the man was settled, then stepped out. "Hey, Jack."
"Maybourne." Colonel O'Neill didn't look at all surprised to see him. "What rock did you clamber out from under?"
"Just thought I'd drop by. See how you were. Old times' sake."
"As I recall, Maybourne, you shot me a time or two agao."
"Yeah, and?"
Jack half-smirked and stood. "I still haven't forgiven you for that."
"Aw, but Jack--"
"I think I'll eat lunch away from the snakes. Besides," The smirk became full. "I have an after-lunch date that has to be experienced to be believed."
--
She was late.
Not that she was going to get in trouble for it. But she was exactly two minutes and 36 seconds late to her meeting in the storage closet on level 19. And someone might end up disappointed.
Jack was already there, lounging against one wall.
"Hey."
"Hey."
Moving into the room, she sighed. "Sorry, I lost track of time."
"'S ok." He stood and reached for her.
When her arms were looped around his waist, she let out a groan. "Jack..."
"Hrm?"
"We've got to stop meeting like this."
His lips trailed along her neck, "Oh?"
"Yeah." He found a sensitive spot, and she let her hands begin sliding under his shirt. "And--"
Teeth glided along her shoulder, and she lost track of what she'd been going to say.
She couldn't allow that. Not a breach of control. With a wrench, she said the first thing that came to mind. "Did you and Daniel have fun last night?" Her tone was mocking, but her fingers were sliding down the front of his pants.
"I don't know. Did you and McDonald have fun in your lab?"
"Hrm?" She paused, her head tilted to one side as she flexed her fingers along his length.
"I saw him come out earlier, the lights were low." He leaned into her touch and whispered. "Did he taste better than me?"
"Don't be stupid."
His hand was up her shirt, fiddling with one breast. "Am I?"
"No. It was--" Now his other hand was down the front of her pants. And she was definitely glad BDUs were so roomy. "Gah. It was a mistake. On his part. He thought I wanted him."
"Doesn't everyone want you?" Now his tone was mocking.
"Shouldn't they?"
A snort escaped him, and then he kissed her. It wasn't a nice kiss, but it felt good. Better than Rodney's hands on her breasts. She spread her legs and his hand slid between them, his finger sliding in with an accuracy that made her groan. He pulled back slightly, and smirked. He could always do this to her. Make her lose what control she had around him. Little things could do it. A flick of his fingers, his tongue sliding across the back of her knee.
Her hand tightened on his cock, and she considered getting on her knees. But his finger felt too good.
"Jack."
"What?"
"Harder."
"Your wish--"
The door slammed inwards, and Daniel came in. "Oh, there you are. Look, we don't have time for an orgy. General Hammond wants us in his office." He paused to eye the two of them. "I'm hurt. I wasn't invited?"
"Next time, Daniel."
--
"Pssst."
The voice drew Rodney from his thoughts, and he looked around. The shrubbery was speaking to him.
"Hey."
A man stepped out, and smirked, "I heard about your little run-in with Major Carter."
"Oh, great, what, is this base wired for sound?"
The man shrugged, "She's an attractive woman. Security likes selling her shower tapes on the internet."
McKay considered that, then looked at the man. "Was there some reason you were impersonating God?"
"Amusment."
"Who ARE you?"
"Harry Maybourne."
"Oh, God--"
"I just..." Maybourne looked around, "I was wondering if you knew anything about Jack O'Neill's love life?"
"Currrently?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I think he's having sex with Major Carter. Against the regulations, but you can't stop true lust."
"That little hussy."
McKay blinked. "Hussy? You were having sex with Carter, too?"
"No--"
"Oh. Oh, I did not want to hear this." McKay paused. "But. Wow. So... Colonel O'Neill is gay?"
"When it suits him."
"That must suck."
"Like a vacuum." The man smirked, "So, tell me, Rodney. What are you doing tonight?"
"Going home. Planning for my vacation in Russia..."
"Wanna go for a drink?" Maybourne smiled sweetly. "I'll even tip you in the morning."
"Hey, I am NOT some cheap whore!"
"Fine, then, I'll just fuck you and leave."
-finis-
Name/LiveJournal: Beth bethos
Email address: Bethdrgyn@aol.com
Requests (one or two things you'd like in the fic written
for you, i.e.:
setting, genre, object, concept): Um, I would like, in
addition to the
Sam/Jack and the Jack/Daniel, for there to be both
Maybourne and McKay
involved in the story in some capacity. If you can get them
to have sex (or
to have had sex) with somebody, that would be cool too,
especially if it's
Jack and Sam respectively, but it's not important that they
get laid so long
as they are there. (Or like ... Jack can end up with
Maybourne and Sam can end up with McKay and Daniel can end
up with Teal'c
OMG.)
Restrictions (one or two things you don't want in the fic
written for you,
i.e.: no angst, pr0n, whatever): No Sam/Teal'c please, it
confuses me.
It's been a long time since Jack O'Neill woke up with a man in his bed. Not that he was complaining. The man laying there was not awake, even though his hand had half-curled around Jack's cock. It's a nice feeling, and he considered waking up his companion to hurry things along when the phone rang.
"Guh." Daniel Jackson's eyes flew open, and he stared at Jack, stared at his hand, and then glared. "Bitch."
"Hey, I didn't put that there."
"Riiight."
The phone rang for the third time. Jack grabbed it. "O'Neill."
After listening for a few minutes, he hung up. And sighed. "We need to go in."
"Damn."
"Yeah."
The hand had never really left his semi-hard penis. And now it was slowly stroking up and down. "Uh, Daniel..."
"Oh, come on, Jack." A smirk touched the other man's lips. "This won't take long." And he squeezed.
A groan escaped Jack as the blood rushed from his extremities to one small part. Hockey scores. Think of hockey scores. And Hammond. Hammond wanted them at the base, and-- the hand shifted, fingernails just barely long enough to register scraping against very sensitive flesh. "Daniel." His voice was raspy. It had been like that last night, too.
"Just five minutes, Jack." There was a superior tone in Daniel's voice. And then the hand was taken away to be replaced by a mouth.
"Two."
Daniel's head came up. "Two? Jack, you're really pushing, there."
"Shut up and get on with it."
"Ah, cranky morning sex with an old man. To think, I could be missing this."
"Daniel."
"Jack."
He closed his eyes, then opened them, having decided to change tactics. He reached out and slid a finger along Daniel's shoulder. "Daniel."
Before the other man could respond, he moved, rolling and pinning him beneath himself. There was suddenly delightful friction as skin met skin and sheet and hair. "Hey, Jack." There was a smirk in Daniel's eyes. "I thought *I* got to be on top this time."
"Shut up."
"That should be--" Daniel gasped as Jack's hand wrapped around his cock. "--my line. Oh, GOD. Don't stop doing that."
"Mm." Leaning down, Jack bit the side of Daniel's neck, then lapped at his collarbone.
A sigh escaped Daniel. Then his finger poked Jack's shoulder. "Hey."
"Wha?"
"If we only have ten minutes, you need to change positions."
"Feeling bossy this morning, are we?"
Daniel waved one hand, bending his wrist, "La, thir, Ah feel--" He broke off, and snorted. "Whatever. Jack, if you don't want to get blown before breakfast, then fine. But YOU are the one who woke up in the mood."
"And you're not?" Jack smirked as he moved to one side and inspected the evidence of Daniel's arousal.
"Okay, fine. So what?"
Jack sighed. "Cold showers. Hammond wants us, remember?"
"Right. Do those actually work?"
"If they don't, just imagine Margaret Thatcher naked on a cold day."
Daniel screwed up his face, "Gah. Ja-ack."
"Right. You go start coffee."
"Feeling caveman this morning, Jack?"
"Move, boy." Besides, it wasn't like Daniel didn't need the caffeine more than he did.
Snorting, Daniel climbed out of bed. "Fine. But you'd better leave me hot water."
"Like I wouldn't."
--
There she was. With a smirk, Dr. Rodney McKay stepped into the lab. The lights were lower than normal, but he didn't mind. Major Samantha Carter looked good in any light.
"Hello?"
"Dr. McKay."
"Major."
She frowned at him. "Can I help you?"
"I was thinking," he stepped closer to her, "I could help you."
"Help me--"
Taking his courage in hand, he reached out and brushed a thumb over her lip. "Well, Major, we both know you're attracted to me. I figured we could... work on that. Together."
"Oh?" She stepped closer to him.
"Yes." He stepped that last inch, bringing them into nearly full-body contact. Without asking consent, he reached out.
She reciprocated, and her hand was suddenly *there*. McKay felt his eyelids start to flutter. Oh, YEAH. She so wanted him--except-- the hand squeezed. Painfully. Tightly. Horribly. He let out a gasp of air. "Major--"
"Rodney. Darling." She leaned into him, "I may be horny. But I'm not *that* desparate."
Taking the hint, he pulled his hands off of her breasts.
"Better." She tilted her head to the side. "I'm sure there's other things you could be doing."
"Not you, certainly." He sniped.
--
Ex-Colonel Harry Maybourne watched the rock for a while until he was certain that no one would notice his approach. And then he waited. It wasn't long before the object of his... surveillance appeared.
He waited until the man was settled, then stepped out. "Hey, Jack."
"Maybourne." Colonel O'Neill didn't look at all surprised to see him. "What rock did you clamber out from under?"
"Just thought I'd drop by. See how you were. Old times' sake."
"As I recall, Maybourne, you shot me a time or two agao."
"Yeah, and?"
Jack half-smirked and stood. "I still haven't forgiven you for that."
"Aw, but Jack--"
"I think I'll eat lunch away from the snakes. Besides," The smirk became full. "I have an after-lunch date that has to be experienced to be believed."
--
She was late.
Not that she was going to get in trouble for it. But she was exactly two minutes and 36 seconds late to her meeting in the storage closet on level 19. And someone might end up disappointed.
Jack was already there, lounging against one wall.
"Hey."
"Hey."
Moving into the room, she sighed. "Sorry, I lost track of time."
"'S ok." He stood and reached for her.
When her arms were looped around his waist, she let out a groan. "Jack..."
"Hrm?"
"We've got to stop meeting like this."
His lips trailed along her neck, "Oh?"
"Yeah." He found a sensitive spot, and she let her hands begin sliding under his shirt. "And--"
Teeth glided along her shoulder, and she lost track of what she'd been going to say.
She couldn't allow that. Not a breach of control. With a wrench, she said the first thing that came to mind. "Did you and Daniel have fun last night?" Her tone was mocking, but her fingers were sliding down the front of his pants.
"I don't know. Did you and McDonald have fun in your lab?"
"Hrm?" She paused, her head tilted to one side as she flexed her fingers along his length.
"I saw him come out earlier, the lights were low." He leaned into her touch and whispered. "Did he taste better than me?"
"Don't be stupid."
His hand was up her shirt, fiddling with one breast. "Am I?"
"No. It was--" Now his other hand was down the front of her pants. And she was definitely glad BDUs were so roomy. "Gah. It was a mistake. On his part. He thought I wanted him."
"Doesn't everyone want you?" Now his tone was mocking.
"Shouldn't they?"
A snort escaped him, and then he kissed her. It wasn't a nice kiss, but it felt good. Better than Rodney's hands on her breasts. She spread her legs and his hand slid between them, his finger sliding in with an accuracy that made her groan. He pulled back slightly, and smirked. He could always do this to her. Make her lose what control she had around him. Little things could do it. A flick of his fingers, his tongue sliding across the back of her knee.
Her hand tightened on his cock, and she considered getting on her knees. But his finger felt too good.
"Jack."
"What?"
"Harder."
"Your wish--"
The door slammed inwards, and Daniel came in. "Oh, there you are. Look, we don't have time for an orgy. General Hammond wants us in his office." He paused to eye the two of them. "I'm hurt. I wasn't invited?"
"Next time, Daniel."
--
"Pssst."
The voice drew Rodney from his thoughts, and he looked around. The shrubbery was speaking to him.
"Hey."
A man stepped out, and smirked, "I heard about your little run-in with Major Carter."
"Oh, great, what, is this base wired for sound?"
The man shrugged, "She's an attractive woman. Security likes selling her shower tapes on the internet."
McKay considered that, then looked at the man. "Was there some reason you were impersonating God?"
"Amusment."
"Who ARE you?"
"Harry Maybourne."
"Oh, God--"
"I just..." Maybourne looked around, "I was wondering if you knew anything about Jack O'Neill's love life?"
"Currrently?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I think he's having sex with Major Carter. Against the regulations, but you can't stop true lust."
"That little hussy."
McKay blinked. "Hussy? You were having sex with Carter, too?"
"No--"
"Oh. Oh, I did not want to hear this." McKay paused. "But. Wow. So... Colonel O'Neill is gay?"
"When it suits him."
"That must suck."
"Like a vacuum." The man smirked, "So, tell me, Rodney. What are you doing tonight?"
"Going home. Planning for my vacation in Russia..."
"Wanna go for a drink?" Maybourne smiled sweetly. "I'll even tip you in the morning."
"Hey, I am NOT some cheap whore!"
"Fine, then, I'll just fuck you and leave."
-finis-
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The door slammed inwards, and Daniel came in. "Oh, there you are. Look, we don't have time for an orgy. General Hammond wants us in his office." He paused to eye the two of them. "I'm hurt. I wasn't invited?"
"Next time, Daniel."
Oh yeah, baby, yeah.
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"Sand in bad places, Jack!"
"Oh, come on, Daniel--"
"Sir--"
"Sam, get your foot out of--"
Anyway...
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Yay!
(I still think it reads like a train wreck, but I'll live with that. And, uh, go do some spellchecking...)
*glee*
*dies from glee*
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*flushes with excitement*
Damnit! *Why* is Daniel always interrupting them!?!
He leaned into her touch and whispered. "Did he taste better than me?"
Great line, Lyss! And the ending was perfect! *twirls Lyss around*