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lyssie ([personal profile] lyssie) wrote2004-10-07 10:32 pm

sigh..

Wow. Um... OT5. Possibly all of it. Unbeta'd.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Notes: Wow. Um. Really never planned on writing something like this. At all. For those who need a warning? This is nothing but an orgy. Mostly. Title comes from Katy Rose's "Overdrive". I thought Mansfield was... appropriate, to the mood.
Rating: NC17. Sex. And... Sex.

Jane Mansfield's Car
by Ana Lyssie

They don't remember when he joined in, whether it was about him or them, or any one specific thing. Sam knows Daniel likes to take extra time on Jonas, knows he likes to make the Kelownan beg. It's probably some horribly Freudian thing about dying and coming back to life.

She knows that Jack occasionally gets this strange look in his eyes while he watches any of the other three go down on her. She knows she comes harder when he's watching.

Time twists around them, crises come and go, but occasionally, these moments occur. Sweaty slick bodies and sex and the pulsing need to feel and feel and feel until they're all five exhausted and sated and spent.

It doesn't happen often. Just enough.

Enough so that they no longer feel quite so alone, like their own rocks in the middle of a tide that keeps battering them into the sea.

And it's enough that she can have him, even if she has to share him.

It was hard enough to figure out how three men and one woman fit together. Teal'c had no problems either way, his large hands accommodating dick or cunt, fingers expertly teasing nipples and tongue gliding along skin like he's wanted to lick it forever. Daniel, too, seemed to have little problem calmly taking it up the ass (or not so calmly, since he moans and growls and gives this strange little grunt that sends shivers down her spine). It's Jack who had the problem, Jack who couldn't figure out how to fit until he realized that was how he fit. On the edges, flittering around, sometimes stroking, sometimes sucking. Always watching. And watching *her*. When Daniel's inside of her and Teal'c is suckling at her nipples he is just to the side, kneeling, his cock dangling near her lips.

Four men and one woman takes time, but they adjusted. She ends up with Jack sliding into her from behind so Jonas can go down on her (or up, as the case may be) while Teal'c and Daniel torment each other and him.

At some point, she realizes that there are two seperate entities having sex there. One is her and Jack. The other is the five of them. And she has begun to know herself, to recognize that she comes the hardest when there is competition for her. And some small part of her might once have felt shamed. But she likes this power, and she likes that Jack holds it over her.

He can watch and hold her eyes while lips and tongues and fingers tease her body. And he can stroke himself, letting her follow his movements, while she is licking her lips hungrily.

And she will arch against the restraining hands and moan a protest when it's a different hard cock that fills her, except that his eyes are still burning into hers and she is still taunting him.

The other three have accommodated this, have allowed them this strange space.

At times, it's almost as if the three understand they are merely set dressing for a game of dominance that might never be won. She is his and he is hers and they fight to pretend it's different until they're both shaking from want and desire and the need to *know*.

Dark eyes bore into hers as she arches against Jonas' tongue, as Daniel slides his hands across her breasts. Dark eyes that close for a moment when Teal'c slides a hand across his chest. Brown fingers close around pale and erect cock, and she watches, fascinated at the interplay of color and light as two fingers slide into her and Jonas looks up at her and Daniel bites down on a nipple.

The fingers inside of her slow, taunting and matching the rhythm of Teal'c's hand, as Jonas watches her and Daniel suckles and Teal'c watches them all. And Jack just keeps his eyes closed.

It's not enough, and so she moves, pulling away from Jonas and Daniel and grabbing Teal'c's wrist. He lets go, gives her that enigmatic look, but she isn't paying attention because she is wrapping her lips around Jack's dick and sucking at him. And his hands slides into her hair and he actually groans.

Someone pulls her legs apart, slides his fingers in from behind. They're thick enough to make her moan around the cock in her mouth, and she recognizes Teal'c's callouses.

"No." Jack's fingers suddenly tighten in her hair, and even though she doesn't want to, she finds her mouth pulled off of him. And he is dragging her upright, pulling her against him. He's not being elegant, which is okay, but she doesn't *feel* elegant. And she knows even before her legs go to straddle his waist that someone is supporting them both.

Then the support is lessened and they're both slipping to the floor because his knees are just *not* up to this, which is okay with her but she wants him inside of her *right now* and she doesn't care if Daniel and Teal'c are playing with Jonas or whether this is right or wrong.

And then he is. Her head drops back and she lets herself moan, because this is what she's been waiting for.

He thrusts upwards, hands grabbing at her hips and she knows the tight grip is going to leave marks on her skin, but she doesn't care because he is pulling at her and holding her in just the right way. It isn't too much, yet. Because the tension has been building, but this isn't the first orgasm she's had, and she knows this one will take a little more coaxing. A little more feeling.

There are hands sliding around her from behind, and she decides it smells like Jonas and that the cry she'd heard a moment ago is because he's come. Daniel must have relented, this time. The hands cup her breasts and massage them, rolling the nipples back and forth. He has settled behind her, body meeting hers and writhing up and down in tandem, his chin on her shoulder, his breath on her neck.

Jack is watching them, watching her, his eyes fierce as he suddenly stops.

She isn't prepared for him to move, and so when he does, she only has a moment of surprise before he is sitting up and pulling her and pushing Jonas away. Then he rolls, and they end up with her on the bottom and him on top, and she doesn't have a chance to object before he is fucking her, pounding into her with a determination that sends electric impulses skittering along her skin. "Hey." It's an objection in form.

There's no answer, and when she reaches out to skim her hands down his body he grabs them, pushes her arms up and over her head and holds them there while he stares at her.

He knows and she knows why he's doing this and so she arches that extra millimeter, pushes against him, and smirks as he comes, collapsing onto her his breath rasping out in a strangled cry.

Time passes, Teal'c comes as Daniel sucks him off, his own hands busy with his own orgasm. She only guesses this, of course, trapped and yet comfortable as she is with Jack sprawled on top of her, his flaccid member slowly sliding out of her.

She still hasn't come again, and she considers complaining.

Jonas removes Jack from her, and he must have his second wind because he leans down and begins cleaning her off, tongue darting out in swift licks that make her whimper softly.

Her eyes fly open again when he stops, and she stares down herself to find Jack there, hand tangled in the Kelownan's hair, pulling him up and away. The power struggle lasts for only a second and then Jonas is gone, Daniel's lips kissing a line down his back while Teal'c fondles both.

"I was enjoying that."

His fingers slide into her, his eyes watching her as she watches the boys tangle in a pile of sweat and semen and renewing desire.

The only part where he's touching her is there, where two fingers stroke slowly in and slowly out. Almost lazy in their movements. And yet her breathing grows shallower as her body responds, slowly arching and aching for something harder, deeper (bigger better faster more). "Ja-ack." The rasp in her voice can be attributed to many things. She doesn't care what he decides.

A third finger, and now she really isn't watching Jonas and Teal'c and Daniel, now she's staring at him, her eyes meeting his as he slowly drives her insane with his hand.

It's unfair that it should be this easy for him.

She decides she's being too passive, and moves, hand reaching for him, gliding across his hip. He's still limp, but the touch still makes him groan softly. A smirk crosses her lips, and she sits up, the movement driving his fingers in deeper.

He doesn't dodge her fingers, lets her tangle them in his hair and tug. Their lips meet, and his tongue slides into her mouth and she discovers that last centimeter of contact is all it takes becuase she's coming, body spasming as she falls backwards, bringing him with her.

And she likes the weight of him on her breasts and the hair on his arm scratches across her stomach. His knee bumps her leg.

For a long time, they lay there, his lips on her cheek, almost nuzzling her.

The room gets colder.

Eventually, she realizes the others are gone. Probably to sleep in the other room, sprawled on the bed with each other.

She wants a shower.

Because this is suddenly wrong. Her commanding officer is draped across her, and if anyone else walked in right that minute, she would be up on charges so fast it wouldn't be funny.

The boys shouldn't have left. They shouldn't have moved on to their own games and left her tangled with Jack.

"Don't."

He hasn't spoken since this began (they rarely do, except for Daniel who likes to babble in Phoenician), and his breath brushes her skin.

"I--"

"Don't make this more than it is." The tone is ruthless.

She closes her eyes. "No. Never."

And she can't. Because that would change things irrevocably.

But she won't give this up. "We should go find the boys. Sleep."

"Mhmm."

Neither of them move.

-f-

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