itsallovernow | Fic: Walking the Line (SG-1, S10. NC-17)

Title: Walking the Line
Author: Thea
Notes: NC-17. Cam/Vala/Daniel. Oh god, I'm so going to hell for writing threesome SG-1 porn at work.
Follows Bad Guys, but practically no whiff of a spoiler. Follows Five Feet High... by however long. Makes sense only as part of that 'verse, but dude, it's a threesome. How much logic is required?

I think this is the dirtiest thing I've ever written. Huh.

Beta free. All mistakes and lapses of judgement are mine and mine alone.

I also owe an innumerable debt to

minervacat's beautiful and far more complex Valentine 'verse. If you want a story with a real arc, go read that. Hell, go read 'em anyway.

Walking the Line

Because his first instinct after the briefing is to drag Vala into the supply closet and fuck her senseless, to wrap his hands around her throat, shake her for scaring the hell out of him by activating the bomb, he gives Teal'c a manly punch on the arm and suggests beer and six hours of Grand Theft Auto because Teal'c in the pimpdaddy hat never fails to amuse.

Teal'c raises an eyebrow like he knows Cam is stalling for time and patience, but he agrees provided that pizza will accompany the proceedings.

They don't talk much, and Cam pretends he doesn't see Jackson and Vala leave together, later, checking in to the commons area where Teal'c is kicking ass and stealing cars and Cam's mostly trying to get his dick to not try and play team leader. He's not jealous, not exactly. It's more complex than jealousy, something less and something more. It's the idea that they're … working things out, whatever that means, and that he and Vala don't have anything to work out. Their relationship is as smooth and uncomplicated as a fitted sheet, except, of course, for where it isn't.

It'd been a bad mission in some ways, disastrous first contact and some innocent guy doing his job getting shot, but it had also been … kind of goofy and exhilarating and weird in the way that a lot of those old mission reports had read as weird and for the first time in forever, Cam felt like he was really leading SG-1. Like this was maybe what he'd signed on for once upon a time.

He's already decided to stay in the mountain for the night. More debriefings, a mission report to write up and a webcam meeting with Sam all face him in the A.M. and three beers says he doesn't want to drive home, distracted and in the dark.

He checks the logs before he gets to his room, and notices that Vala has checked back in. Cam knows it's a mistake, a bad call but he lets his feet do the walking and the beer do the thinking and he knocks on her door even though he's got no business doing so.

She opens the door, her mouth pulled tight and he starts to apologize, stops when he sees Jackson sitting on her bed. He looks Vala up and down, but she's still as dressed as she was earlier, minus her shoes. Jackson looks equally dressed, if a little rumpled, and Cam knows that, regardless, he's interrupted something.

He puts his hands up, gets a few words of "Hey, didn't mean to interrupt," out before Vala yanks him inside, and slams the door shut.

He and Jackson stare at each other in that way that says two men and one woman, and Cam says, "Jackson, I can explain," even though he doesn't know what the hell he's gonna say and then Vala's mouth is against his, tongue down his throat and fuck it if he hasn't been thinking about this for hours.

He can't quite stop himself from responding as she winds her arms around his neck, and it's embarrassingly enough a turn on that Jackson is watching this because she's not kissing like it's a jealous thing. She's kissing him like she intends to fuck him against the wall and make Jackson watch.

When she withdraws, he's as lost as he's ever been.

***
Mitchell stands in the middle of the room, an erection tenting his pants, hands a little shaky as he looks at Vala, then looks at Daniel.

It occurs to Daniel to tell him that it's okay, that he knows all about the extra-curricular activities, that he and Vala have talked about the sex. He's not entirely sure that the knowledge will put Mitchell at ease, but then again, he's not sure he wants to.

He also kind of wants to ask if Mitchell thinks this is all such a surprise. They've been all over the galaxy, killed and died and saved and sacrificed and how can anything as simple as sex really be that big a deal? Daniel snorts to himself, wondering why - if that's really true - is he having so little of it anymore?

Mitchell stares at him like he's lost his mind. Vala comes and sits on the edge of the bed, and puts her warm fingers on Daniel's cheek, tilts his jaw towards her and kisses him with a sweetness that totally disarmed him the first time she did it.

He'd expected aggression, taking and wanting and having. He hadn't expected her to be so warm, or so sweet.

And, a part of him says, as her tongue strokes gently over his, he kind of likes that the way she kisses Mitchell is different than the way she kisses him.

She withdraws, hand staying on his cheek and then looks at Mitchell. "See," she says, like it's all perfectly clear.

"Vala," Mitchell says, and his voice is sort of strangled and sort of kind. "I don't…" He licks his mouth and Daniel feels a flare of understanding, a flare of sympathy for Vala. Mitchell is beautiful. And then he surprises Daniel by coming over to sit by Vala on the bed.

"What's going on here?"

She looks between the two of them, at Daniel then Mitchell then back, and her eyes are fever bright when she puts her hands on their inner thighs.

Daniel had at least had an inkling of where she was going with this, and from the look on Mitchell's face, he's probably less surprised than he should be.

"I, uh," he gives Daniel an apologetic shrug, and Daniel feels the overwhelming urge to giggle. "I don't sleep with guys."

Vala deliberately misunderstands. "Who said anything about sleep?"

"Sex," Daniel says, low near her ear, and covers her hand. "He's saying he doesn't have sex with other men."

Vala's mouth turns down with pique as she squints at Mitchell. "Well, that's narrow minded."

Mitchell has the grace to blush, and Vala shrugs.

"Well," she says, "perhaps this isn't actually about sex."

Daniel really, really wishes that they hadn't let her watch Dr. Phil.

"I think you two have issues to work out," she says primly. "Daniel and I have worked out our issues, now it's your turn."

Daniel says, in what he thinks is a reasonable tone of voice because he's not sure if he's turned on or freaked out at the prospect of sex with her and with Mitchell, "Well, we didn't work them out through sex."

She rounds on him fiercely, and says, "No, but I told you that I hated you for getting kidnapped and then you kissed me and that worked out pretty well."

Now it's Daniel's turn to blush, his cheeks turning an even deeper crimson when Mitchell starts to speak.

"It's easy, " Mitchell says, voice slow and thoughtful, the drawl in full effect. "You get taken by some intergalactic bad guy, and Teal'c and Sam are used to it. Hell, you're used to it, but dammit, I've read the reports and that's it. I'm not used to it. I'm not used to people fucking with my team." He takes Vala's other hand.

"I don't wanna get used to it," Cam mumbles.

"Yes," Vala says, pointedly, "that."

Daniel wants to feel bad, but mostly he just feels tired. So fucking tired, and horny, and restless and confused by these two people in front of him. It's not his fault that he's used to the whole evil overlord thing, the whole absurdity of intergalactic threats, the whole fucking endlessness of this life and death and work. It's not his fault, he wants to scream. He didn't ask for this. He didn't ask to still be doing this. He didn't ask to be swept along in Cameron's relentless, restless enthusiasm, in the wake of Vala's magnetism and sheer knack for trouble. He didn't ask to be the bringer of doom to his world yet again , nor did he ask to be it's savior. He's not Jesus Fucking Christ, he's not Buddha or Allah. Hell, he's not even Jack O'Neil. He's just him, just Daniel Jackson and if the two of them want him to be something more, they can go jump in a lake.

He gets ready to say it all, to answer Vala's glassy brightness and Mitchell's embarrassed stare with all of that anger and fatigue, and instead he says, "Why don't you just kiss her again, see where it goes," because he's saved the world, but he's never fucked a thief and a colonel in military quarters while the fate of the world rests on their shoulders.

He thinks for a moment that Mitchell is going to balk, but instead, the other man gets up, hauls Vala off the bed and yanks her to him, kissing her like she's water, like she's life, like she's something he can't let go of. The sight is incredibly erotic. The man kisses with his whole body and he can literally see Vala's knees get week as she kisses him back. Daniel is so intent on the way their mouths are moving together, the hot wet sounds of the kiss that he doesn't even realize that Mitchell has unbuttoned her pants, shoved them to the ground so that she's standing there with her ass bare, pants around her ankles, one of Mitchell's big palms cupping the sweet, pale swell of her ass cheek.

Daniel's hard inside his pants, surreptitiously pops open the button, slips his hand inside as Vala climbs Mitchell like a mountain until she's up against his chest, secure in his arms. He takes them over to the opposing wall, and Daniel's view is obstructed, can only see the telltale of her fingers as Mitchell's pants loosen, as one long leg touches against the floor with her toes.

He hears the grunt of contact, of intercourse, sees Vala's hand down the back of Mitchell's pants, hears her moans and her soft encouragement as they screw against the wall. Vala's eyes are wide open, Mitchell's mouth buried in her neck and she catches Daniel's eye, can obviously see him with his cock in hand and she makes a high and pleased noise, strains against her boundaries, comes in Mitchell's arms. Daniel increases his pace, feels his own smooth hands against his cock, feels like the top of his head is going to blow off.

And then he gives his own shout as Mitchell moves away from Vala, letting his own pants drop to the ground. Cameron pulls his t-shirt off, yanking it from behind his neck and stands there in nothing but his socks and dog tags. It should be funny, and it is, but he's a beautiful man, solid and alive and flush with sex and confusion and Daniel doesn't have much left for laughter.

Vala holds up her arms and Mitchell slides off her shirt, catching her hands at the top, earning him a slow smile. He throws the shirt to the floor, takes off her bra and then moves her to stand in front of him.

Daniel swallows hard at the sight. Mitchell cups one of her beautiful breasts, rolling the nipple between his fingers. There's an ease about their actions, their interactions that shows how comfortable they are with each other's bodies and it's a lovely thing to behold. With his other hand, Mitchell moves to cup Vala's sex, stroking between the lips. She leans her head back against his shoulders and smiles like a cat in sunshine. And then Mitchell puts his hands on her hips, whispers something in her ear.

***

"No," she whispers back, watching Daniel hungrily as he lays on the bed, strokes his cock. "We never have."

She'd suspected that if she could get him past the initial hurdle, Mitchell would be game for this. He's aggressive, assertive, and doesn't like to back down from a challenge. Daniel's willingness is a different sort of gift. Daniel is trying to prove a point she thinks, or maybe just get laid. He's refused her and refused her until she stopped asking, and now, when she's been unwilling to ask, unwilling to even be alone with him, he's ready for her.

"You'd better help him out," Mitchell murmurs in her ear and she nods, pleased. It's been years and years since she had two beautiful men at her disposal, and never like this. She moves forward towards Daniel, and brushes his hands away from his cock.

"Let me," she says, and shucks him of his pants. He takes the t-shirt off by himself, scoots back on the bed so that Vala can bend over, one knee bracing her on the bed. He opens his mouth like he expects her to kiss him again, but she goes lower, takes his cock into her mouth and it's all he can do not to cry in gratitude. She smiles against his skin, tastes salt and sweet skin against her tongue.

***
It's the line of her back that nearly undoes Cameron, the ridges of her spine and the supple curve. There's this ridiculous urge to pull her back, hold her tight. But it's the sounds of her mouth on Jackson's cock that just about kill him. Fellatio doesn't sound like that when it's happening to you, the rush of blood in your ears cutting off some of the seduction of the sound, but now it's right here in front of him.

He wants more, wants to touch, to feel, wonders if her mouth on Jackson's cock feels as good as it looks. From the way Jackson's eyes are glazing over, glasses tossed up at the top of the pillows, hands fisted in Vala's glorious hair, it totally feels that good.

Cam kneels on the bed behind Vala, slips his fingers between the lips of her sex and enters her, stroking gently. She's wet, so wet and he can feel the evidence of the two of them. She rocks back on his hand, continues to suck and Cam leans forward enough to breath in Jackson's ear. Cam's torso is against Vala's back, his slowly hardening cock against her ass and his wrist, and he says to Jackson, "It's gonna get even better," putting his hand high up on Jackson's thigh, high enough to feel the humidty from the vacuum of Vala's mouth and the sweat from Jackson's balls.

***

It's been a donkey's age since he got laid, but the overstimulation of Vala's mouth and Mitchell's words makes him cry out. He doesn't want to come yet, doesn't want all this to be over and so he tugs on her hair, pulls her away. Vala sits back on her heels looking smug and satisfied and far too gorgeous for someone who is the sheer amount of monumental trouble that she is.

Somewhere, rolling around his chest cavity, he knows that she loves him. Knows that she's found something here with them that she'd never even admit to have wanted. He's afraid to test that, break it, but if he doesn't do something soon, he's going to lose her. He's not afraid to lose her to Mitchell, but he's afraid of losing her to himself.

Mitchell doesn't take his hand away from Daniel's thigh, the weight possessive, intrigued and he looks Mitchell in the eye. The other man kisses Vala's shoulder, and looks at Daniel. "How far you prepared to take this?" he asks, in that low rumble of a voice that he gets when he's tired or furious, or apparently freshly fucked.

Daniel just looks at him, bites his lip and looks at Vala, and Mitchell nods, grabs the pillows from the head of the bed and Daniel shoves them under his ass, sits up. Vala crawls on her knees towards him, straddling his legs, and then looks over her shoulder at Mitchell.

"There's lubrication in the drawer," she says, and Daniel doesn't see the next part because she takes him in hand, slides down on his cock until she's flush to his balls and puts her hands on his shoulders, whispers his name.

He can't think of anything else except her scent and her feel, doesn't even notice anything except for the exquisite feel of her cunt gripping his cock until he realizes that Mitchell has one hand on his knees, and that Vala is squirming, mouth open, panting in tight, short breaths as something liquid and silky and inorganic drips down between all of them, until he feels Mitchell's fingers brushing his balls, and hears Mitchell mumble into Vala's ear, "Ready?"

She nods with her teeth caught tightly between her lip, but it's Daniel who's the one to gasp.

***

Vala starts to go blurry 'round the edges when Mitchell pushes against her ass. It's on the verge of painful, but mostly it's just the intensity, the sheer feeling of both of them inside her – an excess of cock and a glorious surplus of hands. A beautifully fitting circle of bodies, Mitchell behind her exerting control, Daniel in front of her, needing touch, face to face contact. Her in the middle, a sparking circuit and she'd never felt safer in her life.

She feels the softness of Daniel's inner arm as he reaches for Mitchell's waist, the rough pad of Mitchell's fingers as he tweaks her breast on his way to grasping Daniel's shoulder.

She's not quite sure she can move, not sure she can hit or stumble upon a rhythm that'll allow them all to get off, wants to just stay here for a moment in this circuit, and then Daniel moans, bucking up his hips and she cries out, shuddering. She slumps back against Mitchell's chest and he makes soft, slurry hushing sounds in her ear, strokes her belly right over her pubic bone as Daniel holds her right hip and rocks up against her. He withdraws slightly as Daniel surges up, and then Daniel slides back and Mitchell is deep, stretching her widely and she gives a hiccupping sob at the pressure, at the way her whole body is nerves and cells and pleasure.

They find a rhythm without her – tossing her name back and forth as they fuck her, as they touch and stroke and she comes, over and over again, three times before she slumps against Daniel, clutches his thighs tightly between her own as he starts to move his hips jerkily, trying to find his own release. Mitchell withdraws, the rhythm too much for him and she shudders again at his absence, can feel tears on her cheeks from the overstimulation, but he still holds her waist, nuzzles her hair as Daniel finishes, hot inside her, hot against her thighs.

She can't stay upright, tumbles to the bed, legs sprawled over Daniel's lap to watch Mitchell wrap his hand around his own sweet cock, move in jerking, awkward motions. Daniel watches just as avidly, hand reaching up to brace Cameron's hip, and when Mitchell catches her eye, he comes with his own gasping hiccup.

He doesn't really look at Daniel, leans forward, hands sticky against her skin and kisses her with lazy certainty. She lets her nails trail down his chest, grazing gently over his softening cock and he jumps a little. Finally he looks at Daniel, and says, "Ah, hell." He wraps his hand around the back of Daniel's neck, and kisses him, hard and hot and fierce and Vala squirms at the sight, and the warmth of it.

***
He catnaps while Daniel and Vala shower, hears giggling but they're done too quickly for there to have been any more sex.

Vala prods him with her toes until he stumbles into the shower, and he washes off feeling bruised and delicate and sated and confused. He didn't think he wanted to share, still doesn't, and he's weirdly surprised to find that Vala was right. Whatever that was, it wasn't just about sex.

When he comes back out, Vala is asleep, snoring with her mouth open, naked to the waist, to the curve of her ass and covered up by the bottom of her coverlet. It looks like they'd changed the sheets (Jackson must have encouraged that because Vala is usually lazy after sex) and the picture is sort of domestic and inviting and Mitchell puts his pants back on and looks at Jackson likes there's a lot of stuff to be said and he hopes to god they won't really say any of it.

Jackson smirks, more Cam thinks because of his own baffled expression than any real amusement.

"She'll be out for three hours, then up again, frisky as a puppy," he says, and Jackson looks over at Vala. "You should stay," Cam adds, ignores the tightening in his own hands, his chest. "She'd want you to."

But Jackson shakes his head. "I don't think it's that simple anymore," he answers. "It's not just a choice."

Cam doesn't know how the hell to respond to that. "Got two more beers left," he says. "You want one?"

Jackson quirks his head, and then nods. "Yeah," he says. "Okay. Sure."

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