Sleep Well, Dr. Jackson by phantisma (NC17)

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Show: SG1
Rec Category: Quantum Mirror Universes
Characters: Daniel Jackson
Pairing: Daniel Jackson/Daniel Jackson/Daniel Jackson (yes, you read that right)
Het/Slash/Gen: Slash
Warning: spoilers for Season 9 episode "Ripple Effect"
Author on LJ: phantisma 
Author's Website: Fic listing on LJ
Link: Sleep Well, Dr. Jackson

Why this must be read:

So we say good-bye to another round of Quantum Mirror Universes with one more example of the absolutely wonderful stuff this genre can give the Stargate fandom. Daniel/Daniel/Daniel smut!!! That's right, it's a doggy pile of hotness in this breath-taking (at times quite literally for me) pile of smut. And the wonder of it is... This could have happened! We never get to see what happened to all those Daniels, do we? Another glorious reason to love Quantum Mirror Universes/Alternate Realities!! So enjoy the lovely hotness in the cold winter (if you're in the Northern Hemisphere at least) months ahead!

Story Summary: I could be wordy and talk about plot and stuff, but its mostly an excuse for Daniel and sex and Daniel and sex and Daniel...

“Told you,” he said softly in Daniel’s ear. “But it would work better if you were laying down.” His hands never lost contact on Daniel’s back as he guided him over to the bed and gently down onto his stomach. “Here, let’s take this off.” He lifted his hands to pull off Daniel’s jacket, tossing it aside before returning his thumbs to the plane of Daniel’s back. Slowly more and more of his hands came in contact with Daniel’s back, massaging through the thin cotton of his t-shirt, up to the base of his neck, and down between his shoulder blades, along his spine, over his kidneys.

At some point Daniel realized that those hands were on his bare skin, his t-shirt pulled up near his shoulders. “Damn, that feels good,” he murmured, relaxing a little more, drifting.

As the muscles in his back loosened, Daniel began to feel a different kind of tension, brought on by the hot hands moving over his skin and the power of suggestion. He was grateful he was laying face down. “Just relax,” he heard himself say and he closed his eyes. It took a long moment to realize there were four hands on his skin now, not two. Or that those hands had moved from his back. He lifted his head, but couldn’t see clearly.

His shoes fell to the floor as two hands circled around his waist, sliding across abdominal muscles while two more moved up the backs of his legs, massaging tight leg muscles through his pants. “Ah, I—“

“Shh. Relax.” Two hands slid back onto the skin of his back, up to his neck, distracting him until he heard the sound of a zipper and realized it was his.