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Title: Never Cross a Scientist
Fandom: SG-1
Pairing: Cam/Sam/Dan - Humor/Raunch (yay!)
Rating: Adult themes
Word Count: 1,212
Spoilers: None
Prompt: Sam and either Daniel or Cam or all three...
Notes: This is a followup of sorts to Boredom Killer
Summary:“Besides,” Cameron interjected. “We don’t think it was particularly fair that you got to play with no consequences.” Cameron leaned close, lips against Daniel’s ear. “There are always consequences, Jackson.”
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“Huh.”
Daniel first turned the hot water tap and then the cold, but apart from a faint grinding noise, there was nothing. He shrugged and moved to the next stall over, hooking his dropped towel with a toe and bringing it with him but when he twirled the hot tap, there was exactly the same result.
“Oh, c’mon,” Daniel grumbled, swiping a hand across his mud-stained belly which was starting to itch. He leaned across and opened up the cold tap on the third shower over and for the third time there was an ominous clunk and a very large amount of nothing. Daniel sighed explosively and leaned his forehead on the cool tile, knowing that he was going to have a very uncomfortable ride home if the whole Mountain was out.
He took a step backward and what felt like a forearm drove into the back of his neck, pushing Daniel’s face against the tile again, a leg driving in between his own and a chest pressed up against his back. “Why, you’re positively dirty Jackson,” a low voice growled and Daniel’s panicked breathing eased a little when he recognised the voice.
“Cameron? What the hell?” Daniel complained, expecting to be set free since the initial surprise was over, but only feeling Cameron lean more of his weight against Daniel, affectively pinning him. Daniel wished fervently for his towel.
“This our Daniel?” Cameron asked and feathery fingers ghosted over Daniel’s lower belly where it was held away from the cold tile and then skipped across his appendix scar, trailing it lingeringly.
“Certainly is.” Daniel strained his head sideways a little until he finally caught a glimpse of Sam out of the corner of his eye, smiling idly as her fingers trailed across his hip and then were gone.
“Okay, har, har guys, you got me. Did you turn the water off?”
“Would we do a mean thing like that?” Cameron asked, brushing his forehead over Daniel’s shoulder so Daniel got a swipe of wet hair and he scowled, knowing that Cameron had already had his shower.
“Sam by herself, probably not. Egged on by you, I can believe,” Daniel grumbled, making another abortive attempt to move away from the wall but Cameron merely switched his grip, bringing Daniel’s arm up behind him and nudging his legs further apart so he had no leverage.
“Now, no being mean,” Cameron scolded. “As my momma used to say, payback’s a bitch.”
“Pay…oh guys, c’mon! I told you it was me!”
“Yes, eventually, after you let us stress about it for about three weeks.” There was a hint of pissed off in Sam’s tone and Daniel grimaced. He’d heard her use that tone a couple of times with Jack and even once of twice with Cameron, and always when they’d pushed her a little too far. Daniel started wondering if it were the smartest move to play a joke on someone that could blow up a sun.
“Besides,” Cameron interjected. “We don’t think it was particularly fair that you got to play with no consequences.” Cameron leaned close, lips against Daniel’s ear. “There are always consequences, Jackson.” His voice was more a vibration than a sound and Daniel felt gooseflesh chase up and down his very exposed flesh.
Daniel yelped when something warm and wet passed up his flank and he looked sideways to see Sam had a caramel coloured towel in hand. She grinned and waggled it at him before circling around and rubbing over his other side. “About face, Jackson,” Cameron grinned, manhandling Daniel until he was facing front. Daniel tried to squirm out of his grip at the last moment, but Cameron had been expecting it and merely dropped his whole body weight against him again. Daniel figured he outweighed Cameron by a little bit but the other man seemed to have eight arms and an iron grip when he wanted to.
Sam crouched down and scrubbed over Daniel’s calves and then over his knees, whistling under her breath as she worked. The song was familiar but Daniel couldn’t place it although he knew it would bug him for days.
“Foot up,” Sam ordered and Daniel, knowing that resistance was futile, obediently lifted one foot and then the other, wincing when Sam cleaned between his toes. She then worked higher, over his thighs and up to his hips, swiping again over his lower belly and skirting the one area that was starting to take an interest in proceedings.
“Cameron, if you please,” Sam said genially, smiling at the other man who accepted the towel from her. Cameron moved just enough for Sam to lean a hip into Daniel and then leaned back so he could scrub over Daniel’s chest and shoulders.
“This is the weirdest punishment ever,” Daniel said, eyeing them both. There was a glint in Sam’s eye that worried Daniel, but so far the punishment they were doling out was just a little too pleasant for him to completely relax.
“Pirouette like a good little tiny dancer,” Cameron grinned and turned Daniel over again, scrubbing across his shoulders and down the V of his back, trailing down his ass and then down the backs of his thighs. He handed the towel off to Sam again who took care of the backs of his calves. They both stepped away when they were finished and Daniel looked down at himself, pink and clean and then back up at his teammates.
“That’s it?” he asked suspiciously, raising an eyebrow.
“You might want to grab your towel,” Sam cautioned and Daniel had a split second to do so before Cameron darted forward and got him in a headlock, dragging him towards the door.
“Oh no,” Daniel protested, starting to really fight, but he was off balance and Cameron was moving fast and Daniel was out in the hallway in nothing but a towel before he knew it, Cameron pulling the locker-room door shut quickly behind him. It was two floors down to his office and his spare BDU’s and the level Daniel was on was one of the few with no storage rooms. He sighed heavily and made his way to the elevator, smiling politely at two female marines as he passed, one of which let out a low whistle.
Back in the locker room, Cameron eyed Sam with a smirk. “Well, that was fun. Why were you humming ‘Purple People Eater’, I’m going to have that stuck in my head for days?”
Sam grinned back, holding her hands out. A flush of bright purple had bloomed across them. Cameron looked down at his own hands and grunted, seeing the same thing. “What the hell is that?”
“One of the girls from the lab had her boyfriend cheat on her. She gave him a sponge bath before throwing him out with a very special solution she’d cooked up herself. It turns bright purple about ninety seconds after it’s exposed to air.” Sam held the towel aloft, the caramel having turned an even brighter shade of lavender than their skin.
“You mean Jackson is-“
“Going to be purple, neck to feet.”
“Okay,” Cameron ducked his head, smirking. “Remind me never to cross a scientist.”
Sam threw the towel at him, laughing.
“Don’t you forget it.”
Fandom: SG-1
Pairing: Cam/Sam/Dan - Humor/Raunch (yay!)
Rating: Adult themes
Word Count: 1,212
Spoilers: None
Prompt: Sam and either Daniel or Cam or all three...
Notes: This is a followup of sorts to Boredom Killer
Summary:“Besides,” Cameron interjected. “We don’t think it was particularly fair that you got to play with no consequences.” Cameron leaned close, lips against Daniel’s ear. “There are always consequences, Jackson.”
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macgyvergal“Huh.”
Daniel first turned the hot water tap and then the cold, but apart from a faint grinding noise, there was nothing. He shrugged and moved to the next stall over, hooking his dropped towel with a toe and bringing it with him but when he twirled the hot tap, there was exactly the same result.
“Oh, c’mon,” Daniel grumbled, swiping a hand across his mud-stained belly which was starting to itch. He leaned across and opened up the cold tap on the third shower over and for the third time there was an ominous clunk and a very large amount of nothing. Daniel sighed explosively and leaned his forehead on the cool tile, knowing that he was going to have a very uncomfortable ride home if the whole Mountain was out.
He took a step backward and what felt like a forearm drove into the back of his neck, pushing Daniel’s face against the tile again, a leg driving in between his own and a chest pressed up against his back. “Why, you’re positively dirty Jackson,” a low voice growled and Daniel’s panicked breathing eased a little when he recognised the voice.
“Cameron? What the hell?” Daniel complained, expecting to be set free since the initial surprise was over, but only feeling Cameron lean more of his weight against Daniel, affectively pinning him. Daniel wished fervently for his towel.
“This our Daniel?” Cameron asked and feathery fingers ghosted over Daniel’s lower belly where it was held away from the cold tile and then skipped across his appendix scar, trailing it lingeringly.
“Certainly is.” Daniel strained his head sideways a little until he finally caught a glimpse of Sam out of the corner of his eye, smiling idly as her fingers trailed across his hip and then were gone.
“Okay, har, har guys, you got me. Did you turn the water off?”
“Would we do a mean thing like that?” Cameron asked, brushing his forehead over Daniel’s shoulder so Daniel got a swipe of wet hair and he scowled, knowing that Cameron had already had his shower.
“Sam by herself, probably not. Egged on by you, I can believe,” Daniel grumbled, making another abortive attempt to move away from the wall but Cameron merely switched his grip, bringing Daniel’s arm up behind him and nudging his legs further apart so he had no leverage.
“Now, no being mean,” Cameron scolded. “As my momma used to say, payback’s a bitch.”
“Pay…oh guys, c’mon! I told you it was me!”
“Yes, eventually, after you let us stress about it for about three weeks.” There was a hint of pissed off in Sam’s tone and Daniel grimaced. He’d heard her use that tone a couple of times with Jack and even once of twice with Cameron, and always when they’d pushed her a little too far. Daniel started wondering if it were the smartest move to play a joke on someone that could blow up a sun.
“Besides,” Cameron interjected. “We don’t think it was particularly fair that you got to play with no consequences.” Cameron leaned close, lips against Daniel’s ear. “There are always consequences, Jackson.” His voice was more a vibration than a sound and Daniel felt gooseflesh chase up and down his very exposed flesh.
Daniel yelped when something warm and wet passed up his flank and he looked sideways to see Sam had a caramel coloured towel in hand. She grinned and waggled it at him before circling around and rubbing over his other side. “About face, Jackson,” Cameron grinned, manhandling Daniel until he was facing front. Daniel tried to squirm out of his grip at the last moment, but Cameron had been expecting it and merely dropped his whole body weight against him again. Daniel figured he outweighed Cameron by a little bit but the other man seemed to have eight arms and an iron grip when he wanted to.
Sam crouched down and scrubbed over Daniel’s calves and then over his knees, whistling under her breath as she worked. The song was familiar but Daniel couldn’t place it although he knew it would bug him for days.
“Foot up,” Sam ordered and Daniel, knowing that resistance was futile, obediently lifted one foot and then the other, wincing when Sam cleaned between his toes. She then worked higher, over his thighs and up to his hips, swiping again over his lower belly and skirting the one area that was starting to take an interest in proceedings.
“Cameron, if you please,” Sam said genially, smiling at the other man who accepted the towel from her. Cameron moved just enough for Sam to lean a hip into Daniel and then leaned back so he could scrub over Daniel’s chest and shoulders.
“This is the weirdest punishment ever,” Daniel said, eyeing them both. There was a glint in Sam’s eye that worried Daniel, but so far the punishment they were doling out was just a little too pleasant for him to completely relax.
“Pirouette like a good little tiny dancer,” Cameron grinned and turned Daniel over again, scrubbing across his shoulders and down the V of his back, trailing down his ass and then down the backs of his thighs. He handed the towel off to Sam again who took care of the backs of his calves. They both stepped away when they were finished and Daniel looked down at himself, pink and clean and then back up at his teammates.
“That’s it?” he asked suspiciously, raising an eyebrow.
“You might want to grab your towel,” Sam cautioned and Daniel had a split second to do so before Cameron darted forward and got him in a headlock, dragging him towards the door.
“Oh no,” Daniel protested, starting to really fight, but he was off balance and Cameron was moving fast and Daniel was out in the hallway in nothing but a towel before he knew it, Cameron pulling the locker-room door shut quickly behind him. It was two floors down to his office and his spare BDU’s and the level Daniel was on was one of the few with no storage rooms. He sighed heavily and made his way to the elevator, smiling politely at two female marines as he passed, one of which let out a low whistle.
Back in the locker room, Cameron eyed Sam with a smirk. “Well, that was fun. Why were you humming ‘Purple People Eater’, I’m going to have that stuck in my head for days?”
Sam grinned back, holding her hands out. A flush of bright purple had bloomed across them. Cameron looked down at his own hands and grunted, seeing the same thing. “What the hell is that?”
“One of the girls from the lab had her boyfriend cheat on her. She gave him a sponge bath before throwing him out with a very special solution she’d cooked up herself. It turns bright purple about ninety seconds after it’s exposed to air.” Sam held the towel aloft, the caramel having turned an even brighter shade of lavender than their skin.
“You mean Jackson is-“
“Going to be purple, neck to feet.”
“Okay,” Cameron ducked his head, smirking. “Remind me never to cross a scientist.”
Sam threw the towel at him, laughing.
“Don’t you forget it.”
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