thegrrrl2002 | First ficlet!

thegrrrl2002

This one is for

skater_g8r. She requested SG-1, Jack/Jack. So I gave it a try. The ficlet is rough and unbeta'd, (sorry!) and a bit longer than I intended. It's hard to be concise with this kind of thing. It's a sequel of sorts to Reason #435 Why Offworld Sex Is Not a Good Idea.

When they're both naked Jack can't tell which one is his Daniel. He feels guilty about that, but not too much, because identical hungry mouths are sucking, licking and kissing, one at his stomach, the other behind him, spreading him open, exposing him, a wet tongue sliding between his cheeks. Jack moans and his fingers claw at the spread out sleeping bag, bunching it up under his head.

It's hot in the temple, the air heavy with unshed rain. There are arms and legs everywhere, twining and tangling. There's skin, lots of bare, naked skin rubbing together shiny with sweat. Jack is exhausted, his body heavy and lazy. He them have their way, lets Daniel lift his leg and nuzzle his balls, while another arm hooks over his hip, skin slick and wet. Jack knows that what they are doing is insane, absolutely insane. Still, his life has been pretty damn whacked out for years now, and at least this is good and whacked out. Two mouths on him, and it's so good, two mouths eating him alive, Daniel's tongue pushing inside of him, Daniel's mouth is on his cock and Jack is getting hard again.

"Oh yeah," Jack says; only he's not the one who said it.

The other bastard is stealing his lines. Jack glares at the man sucking Daniel's cock and wonders if he should be jealous. Daniel is clearly enjoying it, gasping and moaning around Jack's cock as he sucks. But then he rolls onto his back, leaving Jack's cock behind, spreading his legs wide.

"Hey," Jack complains. He turns to watch the gray head bob up and down, Daniel's thick cock sliding between his lips as it disappears into his mouth. The movement is slow and deliberate, and just as slowly Daniel's back arches, a desperate sound of pleasure escaping his throat. Daniel's hand finds Jack's cock and squeezes, and that suits Jack just fine because the other Daniel is still behind him doing all kinds of wonderful and nasty things with his mouth.

Daniel squeezes again. Jack's cock is hard and ready for more action. Not bad for an old guy. He wants to point this out to the other Jack, point out that he's fully recovered, because he's better than him, but oh god--fingers, slick with who-knows-what are inside of him, and he can only make vague, unintelligible sounds. Daniel chuckles and bites his ass, teeth sinking into skin. Jack yelps at the sharp, welcome pain and thinks that maybe this one is his, after all.

The wind gusts through the window, cooler this time. Daniel kisses Jack's ass and then sits up, sniffing the air. "Rain?"

"Huh?" Jack asks. He welcomes the coolness, but he can't think right now, never mind comment on the weather.

The other Daniel merely moans. The rain finally begins, a summer downpour. Another gust brings it into the room with them, cold heavy drops splattering Jack's overheated skin. The sleeping bags are going to get wet, but he doesn't care because now Daniel is licking drops of water from Daniel's body. Jack can't take his eyes off of them, it's such a pretty picture, one Daniel sprawled flat on his back, arms outstretched, eyes closed, the other leaning over him, pink tongue gliding along his chest, lapping at the wet skin. His are fingers still inside of Jack, and Jack likes the connection, likes the pleasure the movement brings. He reaches for Daniel, cupping his head, running his fingers through the short, damp hair. Daniel is getting noisier, and Jack loves the expression of pure, mindless pleasure on his face.

He loves Daniel.

Both Daniels.

He loves all the Daniels that ever were.

Daniel's cries grow higher in pitch. His hand clenches and unclenches around Jack's cock. He comes, mouth open, silent at first, then moaning in a way that is so familiar to Jack that he's suddenly convinced that *this one* is his.

He's still pondering this as he lets the other Daniel roll him over onto his stomach. Instinctively he rises up on his knees, his cock heavy between his legs, his ears still full of the sound of Daniel coming, the sound that wraps itself around his heart and settles near the base of his spine. The rain gusts in again and he's hot and cold all at once and needs a Daniel pushing inside of him right now.

But the arm that slides around his belly isn't Daniel's.

"Fuck," Jack says.

"Oh, absolutely," Jack replies.

"You've *got* to be kidding." This isn't what Jack wants, but something thick and hard bumps up against his ass and that *is* what he wants.

"I kid you not," Jack tells him, steadying him with one rough hand on his hip.

It's worse than talking to himself. Usually, he doesn't answer himself back. "Fuck," he says again.

The other Jack does just that, pushing his cock into Jack's ass. "You mean like this?"

"You're a sick, sick man." Jack bites back a moan as he is penetrated, stretched wide open--pressure, a little pain, a lot of pleasure, all of it mixing together. "Pervert," he spits out.

"You would know." Jack strokes his hip and slides his dick all the way inside of him, until his thighs are pressing up against the back of Jack's thighs.

"You got two really nice asses to chose from," Jack says, waving a hand at the two naked men lounging just out of reach. "So why the hell--"

"Because I could, that's why."

"Gives a whole new meaning to the term 'go fuck yourself', doesn't it?" asks the owner of one of those really nice asses. He's resting his head on Daniel's chest, eyes half-open as he yawns. Daniel's arm drapes across his stomach as if it's his own. They are watching with such rapt expressions that Jack is tempted to ask if they want popcorn. But then Jack thrusts into him, with a little twist of the hips and he can't even talk, it feels good, annoyingly good, good in a way that really pisses him off. He tightens his muscles and squeezes.

"Because I thought of it first," Jack was saying, "and thinking is probably not--oh, oh fuckfuckfuck."

Jack clenches his muscles even tighter, and Jack shudders, moaning now, not talking anymore. Jack feels his cock pushing deep into his body, hitting that spot, right *there*. He grunts, Jack gasps, hands clutching at his hips.

Both Daniel's eyes open wide and they lean forward in a this-is-getting-really-good-now kind of way. Jack shakes his head--fucked up, whacked out, definitely one hundred percent insane. He's on his hands and knees, being fucked by himself, his own hard, hairy self and even though it's wrong, really wrong, it feels damn good.

It gets even more insane when Jack leans over and pants, "Yeah, I know just what you like, you dog you." His breath is hot in Jack's ear, and that might even have been a kiss on the side of his neck. Or a drop of rain.

"Don't be so sure," Jack growls.

But then he feels a sting of pain as Jack's hand slaps his ass, hard.