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Title: Breakfast And Dinner
Author: rolleson
Fandom: SG1
Rating: ADULT
Character/Pairing: Sam/Cam/Dan
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Sex.
Summery: Sam watches.
Notes: 557 words. Because this needed finishing.



Cam had never done this before, and Sam wasn't surprised by that. Or that Daniel had done this before. By the look on Cam's face and the white of the man's knuckles she wouldn't be surprised if Cam did this again. She smiled at Daniel, who tried to smile back, but his face screwed up as he pulled out of Cam, then pushed back in, slowly, slowly.

“Oh God,” Cam groaned, pushing back against Daniel. Sam's fingers trailed down her body, finding her clit as she watched two of her best friends fuck.

Daniel was silent, biting his lip like before, and like he always did she suspected. His fingers were digging into the other man's hips, his own hips moving harder now and her fingers pressed harder against her clit, moaning at the feel and the sight.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Cam murmured, eyes closed, “fuck.” Sam wanted to laugh but couldn't, pushing a finger into her body and instead, thinking about what they had talked about before, last month, god so long, and what would come next. “Fucking hell Jackson,” Cam said, and Sam did laugh then, a high choking noise as she pressed her palm down on her clit. Cam's eyes popped open, looking down her body. “Fucking hell Sam.” Behind him Daniel smiled and started to move his hips faster. Cam's eyes fluttered shut again, and Sam came on her fingers, moaning low. It was half an orgasm, something to get her by, because she was too easily aroused by this, by them, and really didn't care about it.

Daniel closed his eyes and kept moving, harder, hands gripping Cam's hips, slipping on the sweat that covered both of them from exertion and arousal. Sam could relax a little now her body wasn't screaming so loudly and just watch, watch them both, her fingers still moving lightly over her centre, just to feel, to think. Think about how Cam looked like he might die any moment, but enjoy it. About how Daniel looked the same, but would regret it, regret this being the last thing he ever did.

Think about how heartbroken that made her feel for both men.

She shifted on the bed, rose up on her knees to catch kisses from Daniel as he moved hard in and out of Cam, running her hard over the other man's back, his chest, down his stomach, brushing her fingers over the head of his erection. Both men groaned her name, and she laughed again, wrapping her hand around Cam's shaft. She moved her hand, her wrist, and both men jerked, and Daniel put all his strength, everything he had gained over the past ten years into fucking Cam Mitchell.


“Fuck Cam,” he yelled, digging his fingers into Cam's hips hard enough to leave red marks for days. Maybe a week, Sam hoped for a week, so she could rub her hand over them, her hip, make him hiss a little, tease him a little. Daniel jerked his hips once, twice and came inside Cam, shaking, and Cam followed with what Sam could only described as a squeak and a 'fuck' and came over Sam's hand.

They both collapsed, Daniel on top of Cam, Cam onto of Sam's hand and she giggled, stupid and happy.

“I'm buying you both dinner for this,” Daniel mumbled into Cam's hair.