When Jack opened the door,
Daniel was trotting down the stairs to answer his peremptory
knock. Daniel froze, one slender, bare foot poised. Jack's
eyes followed the arch of that foot, up the long, lean legs indecently
covered in fine pale grey jersey, continuing to track up the old white
shirt barely covering his broad shoulders and the flat belly. The
shirt had been laundered so often it was thin enough for Daniel's skin
to gleam beneath the fabric, its sleeves casually rolled up, unbuttoned
enough it bared Daniel's throat and collar bone where the huge book he
was clasping to his belly had dragged the shirt around. Daniel's
hair was rumpled, his glasses perched halfway down his nose, lips
parted in surprise.
"I saved the world," Jack
commented conversationally, kicking the door shut behind him.
"I saved the world,"
Daniel retorted, clutching his book closer, eyeing Jack warily as he
shot home the bolts.
"I get sex," Jack said
flatly, moving fast as Daniel backed up, visibly alarmed. He
snatched the book and tossed it - gently, because Daniel let go
instantly - on the table.
"You get salad."
Daniel backed up another
step or two, making the ritual fumble as Jack neatly extracted his
glasses from the equation. He cheated outrageously at this point,
reaching out to cup Daniel's jaw, fingers spreading across his cheek,
and after a little tender lip stroking with his thumb and his linguist
was blushing, his own hand coming up to Jack's shoulder.
"Jack," Daniel sighed as
Jack leaned in, nuzzling his forehead against Daniel's, slipping his
arms around the slim waist. They stood like that, close and easy,
tension melting away with the evening sun streaming in from the open
window, warming them. Sometimes Daniel needed to talk, sometimes
he did, even though he didn't do it easily, or well. Mostly Jack
just wanted the feel of Daniel's fine, strong body supple against
his. He wanted Daniel's sweet smile, his shy, intense,
come-to-bed eyes. Nights where Daniel kissed him first were the
best. Nights like this.
"Let's make love," Jack
whispered, all old-fashioned courtesy. Words pleased his gentle
lover, who was currently thoroughly enjoying himself kissing his way
along Jack's jaw to his mouth.
"Mmmm," Daniel murmured
happily, his hands roaming possessively over Jack's back and denim-clad
ass.
They kissed with closed
mouths at first, tasting, touching, tongues flickering, teasing.
Daniel's fingers clenched in Jack's shirt and Jack opened to insistent
pressure on his lips. He stilled Daniel's probing tongue with a
gentle nip, suckling on it, smiling as Daniel got hard, got restless
and wanting. Passionate.
They backed off, Daniel
pulling his loose shirt straight off over his head, still buttoned, to
be tossed carelessly on the floor between the two dining tables.
He pounced as Jack was unbuttoning his, pushing it back to fall from
Jack's shoulders, leaning in to take soft bites at his collar bone and
the sensitive hollow between neck and shoulder. They both reached
for Jack's zipper, Jack winning by virtue of the fact his hands were
shaking less than Daniel's.
It still blew Jack away,
every time, that he could do this to Daniel, excite him so much.
Daniel was shoving impatiently at Jack's hands, biting at Jack's mouth
as his sensitive, knowing fingers freed Jack's straining erection.
Daniel was laughing up at
him, wide-eyed and mischievous, backing up now, one slow step at time,
his thumb brushing maddening circles over the head of Jack's dick.
"You leading me round by
this is not news," Jack complained, retaliating by dropping his head to
swipe his tongue hotly over Daniel's nipple. He smirked at the
quiver that ran through Daniel, sneaking his fingers under the loose
waistband of the sweats to grab his ass. His dick jerked in
Daniel's hand.
"Subtle," Daniel
complained. He freed Jack abruptly, slipping eel-like out his
grasp to dart around the table, clearing the steps down into the living
room in one long, graceful leap. Jack stood watching as Daniel
stopped at his bedroom door, turning to slip his sweats off, his dick
springing free to jut proudly against his belly. He turned and
sauntered into the bedroom, Jack closing the distance in a few seconds
to catch him up, grasping Daniel's narrow hips as he kissed the nape of
his neck.
"Pervert," Daniel snorted.
"This is one sweet nape,"
Jack retorted, grinding his dick into Daniel's ass.
"You want…" Daniel looked
around him, his voice rising in a questioning lilt.
"Later," Jack
smiled. "Please."
Jack liked to wake Daniel
from his sleep, make love to him still boneless with contentment and
satiation from the first time they'd been together, earlier in the
evening. Not that he and Daniel spent their whole time in bed
together. Not even close. There was room for eating, TV and
other essential activities that allowed them to flirt or
make-out. Jack quirked an eyebrow, offering the choice
unspoken and his linguist reached behind him for a quick, awkwardly
fond little grope.
"Your ass is safe tonight,
Colonel. I'm too tired to chase you round the apartment," Daniel
chuckled meanly. "Wednesday though…" he trailed off, leaning back
to rest his head on Jack's shoulder, smiling beatifically. "After
the reception."
"You call me a pervert?"
Jack protested, going to his smug-place. "How much of my Class A
uniform do I get to take off this time?"
Daniel scowled at him.
"That is WAY Freudian, Dr.
Jackson," the colonel sighed.
Daniel shook his head
vigorously, taking Jack's hand to lead him up the steps to the
bed. "Is it a problem?" he asked as he flipped up the comforter
and slid into bed, hitching over to make room for Jack, then rolling on
top of him when he got settled.
Jack pushed the comforter
down, baring Daniel's back for stroking and fondling purposes.
They broke all sorts of guy rules when they talked about this stuff but
it worked for them, just asking straight out. Neither of them had
the energy for second-guessing.
"I find making love to you
in your dress uniform very erotic." Daniel nibbled his lip
thoughtfully, then nibbled Jack's. "You look hot in it," he
explained self-consciously. "REALLY hot. I'm not making any
kind of statement." Daniel toyed with the hair on Jack's chest,
thinking this over carefully. "Except you look so hot I could eat
you alive," he informed Jack dutifully. "Does that bother you?"
Jack looked at his
gorgeous, earnest young lover gravely. Being fucked against his
own front door with his pants puddled around his ankles and his jacket
shoved up so Daniel could reach skin was totally hot. He had to
agree with that or he wouldn't keep wearing the damned thing
home. Still, some part of him - the part that wasn't howling
'yesyesYES!' - had wondered if there was some kind of power trip
there. "I'm not thrilled about the part where you put my cap and
shades on, step over my wheezing ass and swagger off gloating, no," he
suggested carefully, very aware of hurting Daniel's feelings. The
guy was wall-to-wall sensitivity.
Daniel's supportive face
congealed. "How not thrilled?" he blurted, shooting Jack a
slightly resentful, very non-PC look.
About as not thrilled as
Daniel was when Jack caught up with him, dressed HIM up the uniform and
returned the favour with a lingering, luxurious fucking right there on
his secluded back-lawn as a reward for bad behaviour.
Daniel sniffed haughtily,
slithering down Jack's body to take a vengeful nip at his nipple.
Then he kissed it better, tormenting Jack with teasing nips and tender
kisses until Jack was writhing. Daniel slithered lower, burying
his face in Jack's belly to inhale deeply, hands gentle on Jack's hips.
"You smell good," Daniel
sighed dreamily, kissing again, flickering his tongue into Jack's
navel, then kissing a slow path down to his groin. "Good enough
to eat," he murmured, dipping his head to mouth Jack's balls, lifting
each of them in turn with a hot, lavish swipe of his tongue.
Electric pleasure prickled
Jack's skin, tingling shocks pulsing clear through to his dick.
He reached down, grabbed
Daniel under the armpits and heaved him up and over onto his back,
where he lay startled and chuckling as Jack tumbled out of bed and
loped down to the bureau and the drawer with their stuff in it.
He poked irritably through the contents until he found the bottle of
apricot oil. The way Daniel's face lit up brought an answering
smile from Jack. This was how Daniel loved to be with him, taking
their time, touching, kissing, moving together. He loved Jack's
weight on him. Loved the reassurance of it, maybe.
Jack loved Daniel.
Being in love wasn't new for him, though it still was for Daniel.
"Daniel?" he asked as he slid back into bed to be greeted by an armful
of eager linguist with apricot-smoothed and scented rubbing on his mind.
"Hmm?" Daniel murmured
vaguely, sprawling comfortably over Jack to initiate some serious lobe
sucking.
Jack cupped his face,
lifted it to look steadily at him.
Daniel blinked hard, his
eyelashes fluttering as he slowly went red. "Oh." After a
short silence, he appeared to feel something more was called for.
"Me too," he muttered in Jack's general direction.
It was at times like this
that Jack really appreciated how much twelve years of marriage had
taught him about being with another person. He didn't laugh or
get snide about his linguist's eloquent declaration of love. He
just pulled him into a deep, slow kiss, tongues passionately stroking
together.
It made him feel good when
he got Daniel excited, rolling onto his side, eagerly pulling Jack with
him because it was easier to touch this way. Daniel liked to
touch him. He liked to linger, tracing the outline of rib or hip,
a ridge of muscle on Jack's belly or thigh, the curve of his
spine…delicate fingers danced over his face and tangled in his hair,
ghosted over the curve of his waist and down to stroke the oil over his
balls, his dick.
They could do fast and
furious. But not tonight. Daniel lay on his back, taking
Jack's hand in his, parting his legs invitingly. In fact he did
everything but fluff Jack's pillow by way of encouragement.
"I missed you last night,"
Jack said softly, exulting in the slow, sleek slide of skin over
skin. "Seems the only time I sleep these days is when you're with
me."
"I was two feet away from
you the whole night," Daniel said blankly.
"The feet in question were
Carter's!" Jack scowled at Daniel, his tender romantic mood
evaporating. "And if those weren't your sinuses I was hearing,
they were hers! You kept me awake the whole damn night."
Daniel's mouth fell open
as he tried - and failed - to match Statement A with Statement B.
"Shut up!" Jack promptly
lent an assist in this noble endeavour, favouring Daniel with a kiss
that mined his tonsils, breaking off only when he got black spots in
front of his eyes.
"So what you're saying is
you can't sleep any night you don't get laid?" Daniel asked
interestedly if a trifle breathlessly, once again demonstrating the
superior lung capacity of the linguist-cum-lecturer.
"No." Jack's
rebuttal flowed out instantly, with the ease of long practice and
without any kind of pointless time out to think about it.
"So if I wanted to stop
having sex right now and just cuddle, that would be fine with you?"
Daniel persisted, taking a keen interest in Jack's eyebrow, the one
with the scar, which he seemed to find fascinating.
"Absolutely," Jack agreed
pleasantly, pushing suggestively against the magnificent erection
currently poking him emphatically in the stomach. "Right after
we've both taken our turns jerking off in the bathroom."
Daniel shot him a thwarted
'shut up!' look then bit him on the nose in retaliation for smirking.
Jack thrust powerfully,
jolting Daniel's body beneath him. Daniel gasped out his name,
reflexively curling around him, clinging as he quivered. Jack
knew Daniel's necessary rhythm, slow burn, sinuous rocking of both
their bodies together, Daniel's feet planted on the mattress either
side of Jack to lift him easily into each thrust, moaning out at the
slither and slide of their skin, his hands kneading at Jack's ass,
urging him closer.
"Kiss me," Daniel
demanded, arching his neck and gasping as Jack instead took a nipple
between his teeth. "Jack!"
The thing Daniel said most
often when they made love was 'Jack'. It was kind of like his own
language, allied to gasps, moans, shudders, quivers, clenched or
unclenched fingers and the position of his legs. Toes stroking
Jack's calf was good. Heels driving into Jack's ass usually meant
he was blowing the top of Daniel's head off. This specific
breathy little moan of a 'Jack' meant this was good, this was
really good, so good that if Jack stopped, Daniel would hurt him.
Not that that wasn't fun too - God invented high fences, long grass and
tall trees for a reason, which was Jack having athletic alfresco sex
with his unsuspecting linguist, who still hadn't grasped that 'feel
like a little one on one?' did not refer to sports.
Jack lavished attention on
the neglected nipple, which had Daniel shamelessly rubbing his hips
against any part of Jack he could reach. It was always a pleasure
to find 'regular guy' shallows in Daniel's highly educated
depths. The dick was indeed the universal leveller of man.
Daniel was slightly
unenthusiastic about the kiss Jack offered by way of palliating the
abandonment of an erogenous zone the boy didn't even know he had until
the first time Jack tumbled him into bed. Jack kept right on
kissing him and got his ass in gear at the same time, grinding their
hips together, using the whole of his body to power into Daniel's.
There was something about
making love this way, doing each other slow, getting sweat-soaked and
desperate, thighs trembling as they heaved and strained together.
Maybe it was the feel of Daniel's body, fine-boned for all his height
and the breadth of his shoulders. His muscles were fine too,
naturally gained through his work, not work-outs in some gym. No
'six-pack' was sexier than Daniel's flat, taut belly, quivering as
Jack's rubbed over and over it. He luxuriated in Daniel's hot,
slick skin, smooth but for the narrow line of hair leading down from
his navel.
There was more heat at his
groin, slippery, pounding erections stroking over and over as they
drove their hips into one another.
"I love you," Daniel
gasped, heaving up so hard his butt lifted from the bed. "Love
you so much." He slid an oil-slicked finger between the cheeks of
Jack's ass, looking up for permission.
"Mi casa," Jack invited
with a wicked little shimmy of said ass. He plunged into Daniel's
mouth as Daniel's finger stroked into his ass, both of them shifting
and angling for the sweet spot, pleasure pulsing.
Electrifying. Happened every time, these small shocks of pleasure
rippling, quickening, intensifying…sullen pangs that struck deep and
low in his groin, ass clenching hard around Daniel's finger rubbing and
rubbing inside.
Daniel jabbed Jack's
prostate and he saw white flashes, his balls tightening as he came hard
with a loud cry of something sappy.
"Eeyore?" Daniel asked
pensively.
Jack cleared his throat
nervously and avoided Daniel's eyes as he expertly flipped the burgers
sizzling on the griddle pan.
Daniel figured acting
haughty would get him out of the O'Neill Interactive Cooking Experience
completely. Not that he objected on principle to Jack cooking, it
was just that the interactive part usually consisted of him washing
things the Maestro felt were in his way.
"I'm not good at this
relationship stuff," Daniel suggested as he hopped off the kitchen
table and trotted over to the fridge to snag a Grolsch for Jack and
mineral water for himself. "Is it any worse for a special ops
trained colonel to call his lover 'Eeyore' at a somewhat - emotive -
moment than it is for…" Napkins, they'd need napkins. Jack
packed so much salad, pickles and relish into the buns they needed
scaffolding.
Jack gave the burgers a
final approving pat before slipping each of them neatly onto its
waiting bun, nestled on a bed of crisp, golden French fries.
"Than it is for the colonel's highly educated lover to find it cute?"
Jack asked hopefully, sliding both heaped plates onto the table.
Daniel dropped into his
seat, looking as embarrassed as he felt. "It's not the pet names
I find cute so much as the…"
"Stop right there," Jack
interjected loudly.
"You don't even know what
I was going to say," Daniel grumbled.
"Yes," Jack
retorted. "I do." He took a huge, vengeful bite of his
burger, chewing with ostentatious pleasure as he eyed Daniel
dangerously.
"You've always been
affectionate," Daniel said excusingly, dipping into his French
fries. "These are good," he praised. Jack frowned.
"Great," Daniel amended hastily. He was going to have to hit the
thesaurus before Jack cooked again. He was exhausting his supply
of hyperbole. Maybe he could switch languages or something and
just SOUND ecstatic.
"You're not embarrassed?"
Jack asked, curious now.
"I wasn't embarrassed when
you hugged me in front of the general and half the Marines on base and
called me 'Spacemonkey', was I?" Daniel amiably reminded him.
Jack brightened up and ate
a handful of fries.
"It's not like you don't
have Tigger's ego," Daniel added tactlessly, using up his entire
deposit in the friendly bank in one short sentence. And his
stamina, he thought, flushing from vivid memories of how long they'd
just spent in bed together. "Does it really matter so much to
you?"
"Winnie the Pooh?" Jack
asked blankly.
"Not being with me,"
Daniel explained patiently.
"Of course it does." Jack
took another huge bite of his burger, the salad oozing out either side
to tumble down onto the plate.
Daniel took a more
moderate bite of his burger, which was excellent as always. "Even
though we see each other every day?"
"That's not the same,"
Jack objected immediately, shaking his head. "That's us as SG-1's
team leader and civilian consultant, as professionals. I can't
show my feelings, can't show any favouritism, can't let it be obvious
I'm personally involved. Hammond gives me lectures for not
keeping the requisite distance as it is," he said dryly. "I can't
even talk to you about stuff," he tossed out, frowning.
"Explain. There isn't time to go over every decision." Jack
looked up searchingly. "Every refusal."
"I don't fault you for
that!" Daniel answered at once. "I may disagree, I may argue, but
doing my job doesn't mean I don't understand you have to do
yours. The team works because we do have different agendas,
because despite that we always find middle ground, work towards
achieving our objectives together. There's no question about
that, surely?" He looked anxiously at Jack.
"There wasn't before we
started sleeping together," Jack admitted reluctantly. "Now, I
can't shake off the consequences - not that I didn't care before, I
did, you just didn't let me…" He trailed off, seeming to search for the
right words. "I would ask and you would always say you were fine,
Daniel. Maybe I'd believe you, maybe I wouldn't. I figured
you'd get back to me if it was BAD. I was comfortable thinking
that, you know?" He looked up, shrugging almost angrily.
"Now we're together, I've seen how hard what we - I - have to do hits
you. You can't say 'I'm fine' when I can see that you're not."
"I worry about you too,"
Daniel confided. "I always have. Don't you think - our
relationship has always been personal, Jack. We've been friends
far longer than we've been lovers and you've never - not that you don't
try - I mean - um…"
"Yes, I think you follow
orders," Jack told him kindly, his eyes gleaming. "More or
less. Even the quote 'really stupid' ones."
"I think we're working
together better than we did for a long time," Daniel suggested shyly,
reluctant to dredge up misunderstandings that were still too recent to
have lost their cutting edge. "Communicating more openly."
"Getting laid will do that
for a man," Jack retorted sarcastically. "I know we can't count
the ways I fucked up and you kept your distance, and trust me, you
don't WANT to remember the wake-up call I got."
They both glanced
instinctively towards Daniel's balcony.
"No," Daniel sighed.
"A certain amount of
residual concern on my part about your welfare is understandable," Jack
informed him in a tone that suggested this was not open to debate.
"The level of concern you
exhibit borders on the pathological, Jack," Daniel retorted.
"We've been together five months. Trust me, your PTSD story is
wearing very thin as an excuse to keep me right where you can see me."
"Give me some time, I'll
come up with a new one," Jack offered with unimpaired dignity.
"Why did I go to bed with
you in the first place?" Daniel asked.
"I was stalking you," Jack
beamed at him. "For your own good."
"If you'd bothered to
mention the fact I almost took a swan-dive off my balcony, I might have
realised you following me everywhere I went - for the next month! - was
for my own good a LOT sooner," Daniel tartly reminded him. "It
wasn't my fault Janet made such a fuss about the Light magnifying
feelings that already existed." Daniel took another thoughtful
bite of his burger. "Why did she sign you up for that anger
management course, Jack? More importantly, why did you sign Sam
up for it? And me?"
Jack sniffed. "You
almost took my head off with a baseball bat. Then you punched
me. Kicked me in the shin…"
"You broke into my
apartment and kissed me!" Daniel snapped indignantly.
"I came to check on you
and you were naked."
"I was undressing for bed
when you picked my lock and I picked up the bat," Daniel said stiffly,
eyeing Jack resentfully. "I still had my shirt on."
"And?"
"A sock."
Jack's sudden smile was
blinding. "Talk about a Kodak moment."
"And really bad sex,"
Daniel reminded him, returning the smile.
"I had carpet burn on my
ass and a hickey the size of a peach on my…"
Daniel cleared his throat
loudly, blushing. He had some of the answers he was looking
for. Patience now would be rewarded later. He decided he
was hungry and wolfed the rest down, eating all of his fries, then some
of Jack's. Then they both ate the remains of yesterday's lasagne
- reheated, they weren't animals - and half a rapidly defrosted apple
pie. Each.
Daniel made coffee, Jack
turned on the TV and they rendezvoused in a warm, pleasantly replete
heap on the couch with Jack's arm round him and his toes idly stroking
Jack's.
"What are we watching?"
Jack asked, TV remote poised. "Nothing educational," he added
crisply.
"Something stupid.
Something I haven't seen before," Daniel suggested.
"That's practically
everything," Jack complained, teasing.
Daniel curled his legs up
on the couch and leaned into Jack. He held out his hand for the
remote.
Jack sneered at him.
"I don't love you that much, Spacemonkey. Get over it." He
looked at Daniel speculatively. "Unless you're offering sexual
favours in return for remote privileges. Limited privileges," he
emphasised.
"I liked that show,"
Daniel said lazily, heartlessly ignoring Jack's falling face. "If
you want to get jiggy with me later on tonight, you'd better let me
digest in peace now," he warned.
"That's an excellent point
and well taken," Jack responded briskly. "Fetch you a pillow?"
"Slut," Daniel grinned,
leaning up to plant a sloppy kiss on Jack's chin, which was all he
could reach without moving.
"What show did you like?"
Jack prompted him.
"The one that has the
Chicago flatfoot with the experimental hair."
"Huh?"
"And the Mountie."
"And we're surfing…'Due
South' it is."
"You like the dog."
"Wolf."
"I like the Chicago
flatfoot." Glancing up, Daniel smiled slyly. "And his
experimental hair," he added gently.
"I'm not even going to
dignify that cheap gibe with a response," Jack said tartly, "given the
unnatural interest you take in my follicles."
"It's about as unnatural
as the interest you take in my toes." Daniel extended his leg and
pointed his toes like a ballet dancer. He glanced up when Jack
didn't retort, then he slithered out of Jack's grasp and stood
up. "Switch places," he ordered.
Jack smiled up at him,
slid along to make room, and when Daniel was settled, stretched out to
lie with his head in Daniel's lap. Daniel stroked his hair
softly.
"I love when you do that,"
Jack said quietly, taking Daniel's free hand in his, entwining their
fingers.
"Molest your follicles?"
"Know what I need."
"You don't normally walk
in here and hustle me straight into bed, Jack," Daniel replied gently,
stooping to kiss Jack's brow. "You don't usually need me that
much."
"I always need you that
much," Jack said dryly. "I just try not to scare you shitless by
showing it." He turned the volume down on the TV and dropped the
remote on the floor. "I promised you this wasn't about sex.
Us, I mean."
"I've never thought…"
Daniel blurted, shocked.
"Jumping your bones the
minute I walk through your door or you walk through mine would kinda
dent that belief, huh?"
"Maybe," Daniel said
reluctantly.
"Definitely."
"Although so far I'm the
only one who's done any jumping where doors are concerned," Daniel
reminded him.
"It's the cool aviator
shades," Jack observed complacently. "Right?"
"No-o, more the hot
aviator ass," Daniel admitted fair-mindedly, startling a snort of
laughter out of Jack, and a betraying flush of gratification. He
puzzled over what Jack had told him. "So the talking, making
dinner…making love…"
"That's respect."
Jack sounded surprised. "I'm crazy in love with you, Dr. Jackson,
and I can't tell a goddamned soul you rock my world."
"Including me," Daniel
sighed.
"When you stop declaring
passionate 'me too' to my left eyebrow, get back to me."
"I have no objection to
being jumped," Daniel said loudly.
Jack looked up at him,
lighting up like kid in a candystore. "I'll keep that in
mind." He looked again at Daniel, shaking his head. "I
never expected to be having sex with someone who needs to trim their
nasal hair more often than I do," he confided. They locked gazes
for a moment. "I won't be trying that jumping thing any time
soon, huh?"
"That's why we pay you the
big bucks." Intellectually, Daniel knew there was no way to look up his
own nose without a mirror. Unfortunately, that didn't stop him
trying.
"Tomorrow, maybe," Jack
offered generously. He glanced up to see how his staggering
selflessness was going over with his target audience. "You're
twitching. You ever considered making out in a bunny costume?"
"I'm not wearing ears,
Jack, not even for you."
"You throwing down a
gauntlet there?"
"Are you inviting another
relationship talk?" Daniel challenged softly. He was teasing, but
he was also trying to make sense of Jack's comments. "Being
together was never about convenience," he mused.
"Exactly!" Jack
agreed. "Choice, not necessity. It had nothing to do with
neither of us getting any for so long we were forgetting what to do
with it."
They both considered this
pronouncement in silence.
"It had everything to do
with how hot I was for you," Jack amended.
Daniel nodded.
"No one walks into a
relationship they have to look up stuff in books for unless they REALLY
want to," Jack added. "Not that watching those educational videos
didn't pay off big time…"
"We're definitely there on
the sex," Daniel agreed supportively, unable to suppress a certain
amount of smugness.
"Definitely," Jack agreed.
"Tireless research."
"Endless practice."
"Pop quiz."
"Detention was never this
much fun in school."
"But endless hot sex
wasn't the point," Daniel said virtuously.
Jack's eyes met his.
"Just a bonus," Jack said cheerfully. They both grinned.
"You have to say that stuff," Jack chuckled. "At least try to act
you believe it."
"It is easier being with
someone who knows what you mean, even if it's not what you say," Daniel
admitted, slipping his fingers back into Jack's hair, the silken silver
strands slipping through his fingers.
"Yeah. We're doing
pretty good so far." Jack kissed Daniel's palm.
"You were right about how
much work it would take," Daniel mused, sneaking in a little gentle
scalp massage. Jack heaved a blissful sigh. "This
relationship. I know part of it is for Sam and Teal'c, I know we
agreed they wouldn't suffer because we were together."
"The team has to come
first." Jack rolled to press his face into Daniel's stomach,
which he kissed through the thin shirt. An irritable hunch of his
shoulders got Daniel's fingers obediently rubbing small circles over
the neglected side of his head. Jack kissed him again. "I'm
not saying it isn't excruciating, maintaining this level of maturity
and communication in our private lives when you give me hell on a daily
basis before we even get through the wormhole…"
"No, I don't.
Merited criticism and judicious advice is NOT…" Daniel's voice rose.
"What I said! You
give me hell!" Jack enunciated with impressive volume and diction.
"I fulfil my function on
the team," Daniel said coldly. "Giving you hell is just…"
"A bonus?" Jack's lips
twitched. He tweaked a gap between Daniel's buttons and kissed
bare skin, making Daniel gasp. "I'll let you in on a
secret. It turns me on too."
"Am I that obvious?"
Daniel asked, startled. So much for all his conscious discretion.
"Only to me." Jack
reached round to stroke the curve of Daniel's ass. "Me?" He
pulled a face. "Who am I asking? Like you'd notice."
"I'm noticing now," Daniel
retorted, pointing at a growing bulge in Jack's jeans. "Every
time you put your hand on my ass you get interested."
"A full and active sex
life is just one of the many positive signs of our healthy, committed
relationship," Jack expounded fluently. "Speaking of which…you
want to get naked?" He leaned in to mouth and nuzzle at Daniel's
crotch.
"I - I think that's a firm
expression of interest, yes," Daniel agreed rapidly. Jack was up
so fast he made Daniel's head spin, hauled him off the couch, took his
hand and towed him into the bedroom.
Jack stopped suddenly,
turning so abruptly Daniel stumbled back, his hands coming up to rest
on Daniel's shoulders. "I try not to want more than we have,
Danny," Jack told him seriously.
Daniel put his arms round
Jack and kissed him. "If we could live together…" he said
quietly, his heart beating fast even though he knew…he thought…
"Danny, we're already
there," Jack sighed. "If I'm not here, you're at my place.
Every chance we get, we take. We're together way more than we
should be, but I couldn't be without you, not now." They kissed
tenderly, holding each other close.
"We do the best we can
with what we have, Jack," Daniel promised.
"Is it enough for you?"
"It has to be." That
was the only answer Daniel could give. They both wanted more but
this was all they got, for now. Being together - they both worked
to make it enough, to be enough, worth the compromises and the
disappointments. The lies they carefully avoided telling people
who loved and trusted them. There were only two absolutes.
They wouldn't hurt their friends and they wouldn't lie to each other.
"Some day it won't be
enough," Jack warned him, kissing his throat. "Some day it will
have to be 24/7." Jack started backing towards the bed.
"What the hell," he shrugged. "Retirement is a good deal.
Half the money…"
Daniel shoved Jack down on
the bed. "But twice the sex." He tilted Jack's chin
and licked his Adam's apple.
"I was actually thinking
about my dog."
Daniel stopped licking.
"Our dog," Jack amended
hastily.
Daniel bit his ear.
"Cat lover."
"Stop," Daniel
ordered. "Stop right there. We can have sex or a
conversation that winds up with you telling me your dog will eat my
cat, but not both."
Jack heaved up, flipped
him onto his back and voted vigorously for Option One.
Daniel smiled up at
him. "Funny how you only act decrepit when you need pampering or
you're losing an argument."
"Decrepit?" Jack seemed
quite pleased with this tribute to his acting skills.
"I shake my tush and your
hormones embarrass us both."
Jack beamed at him.
Daniel slid his fingers
slowly round to cup Jack's nape, drawing him slowly down for a
kiss. He licked his lips with what he hoped came off as eroticism
and parted them on a breathy sigh of 'Jack'.
"Your cat could NOT take
my dog," Jack informed him coldly, then kissed him. Hard.
Daniel was on his stomach,
sound asleep, his face turned towards Jack, one possessive arm thrown
across him. It was a little after five and they didn't need to be
on base until eight.
Quality time.
Jack kissed Daniel's
shoulder gently. Not that he wasn't a morning person - how could
he not be, it was quality digging time - but getting his linguist to
bump the decrepit colonel and future vegetarian dog owner up to the top
of his to-do list took finesse. He slithered down and kissed
Daniel's shoulder blade. Daniel twitched. It looked more
like irritation than arousal but Jack was nothing if not a
pragmatist. He'd just keep right on kissing until Daniel told him
to get off of him or rolled over and kissed him back.
He and Daniel were doing
okay. Better than okay. They were good. It did take
work, keeping it private, keeping it together. There were times
his feelings bled into his judgement off-world, days he brought the
colonel home. Daniel was a workaholic, if Jack let him be.
They disagreed about everything. Jack was still happier than he'd
been for a very long time. Daniel too.
Maybe some licking would
help.
He started at the small of
Daniel's back, taking huge, deliberately sloppy swipes at his spine,
rasping his tongue roughly over sleep-warmed skin.
Daniel groaned
pathetically into the pillow and propped himself up on his
elbows. "Didn't you get enough last night?" he complained.
"I never get enough," Jack
admitted honestly, smiling at the restless shifting of Daniel's hips
against the rumpled sheets. He licked a slow path up to Daniel's
neck, nosing into his hair. Daniel squirmed, turning his head so
they could kiss, an easy dance and glide of tongues. Jack relaxed
his weight onto Daniel's strong, supple back, felt him jump minutely
from the heat of Jack's erection on his ass. "You want?" he
asked, rubbing himself against Daniel.
"Mmmm," Daniel sighed,
lifting his head for another deep kiss.
He always made Jack feel
as if this was something he was doing for Daniel. Jack understood
enough to know Daniel craved bonds that couldn't be broken, though it
wasn't conscious. Intercourse seemed to touch something deep in
him, some connection Daniel loved to feel, and Jack loved to give.
Daniel handed him the oil,
snuggling into him as they arranged themselves on their sides, his leg
lifted to give Jack access. He was fully erect, clamping his own
hands to Jack's hips, pushing into him. He sucked on Jack's lips
until he opened to a sweet, ferocious kiss of tender suckling and
deep lunges for his tonsils. As Daniel stroked into his
mouth, he stroked into the tight, clenching heat of Daniel's ass.
The preparation was always textbook-thorough. Jack didn't know
any way but what he'd read and Daniel was no more experienced at this
than he was. They were carefully experimenting with different
positions but generally muddled through by knowing each other's bodies.
Jack waited patiently for
Daniel's breathing to quicken, for him to push down on his
fingers. Jack knew when Daniel was comfortable with three
fingers, he could massage Daniel's prostate gently and comfortable
would become eager and wanting. Daniel smoothed oil over his
dick, kissed him smugly and smacked his rump encouragingly.
Taking the hint, Jack
knelt up, snagged a pillow and hesitated.
"Jack?" Daniel sat
up with him, a gentle hand on his arm.
"Are you okay on your
front?" he asked, feeling a little selfish. The sex was very
good, very satisfying and maybe just a tad…impersonal wasn't the right
word for it. He just wanted it to be easy and gentle, for both of
them.
Daniel stroked across his
brow and down his cheek, kissed him. "Fluff my pillow," he
invited.
"It's that
hypo-non-allergenic whatsit. It doesn't fluff." Jack eyed
the pillow dubiously. It was on the solid side. Daniel was
big on firm support. "I could punch it a coupla times?" he
offered helpfully. Daniel put the pillow down and rolled onto his
front and wriggled his ass invitingly.
"Oy," Jack bleated as his
achingly erect dick throbbed painfully. He eased Daniel's thighs
apart and lay down on his back, positioned himself and waited.
"Ready?" he asked.
"I may have to start
without you," Daniel retorted.
Holding Daniel's hips
firmly, Jack drove up from his knees, pushing into the gripping, silken
heat with slow, steady pressure. Daniel was relaxed, opening to
Jack as much as he was able but he was tight. Jack had gone his
whole life without even suspecting what this was like, to bury himself
in this heat, to feel every beat and pulse of another man's body around
his dick. To feel Daniel, so sweet and giving, shivering and
beaded with sweat as he adjusted to each shallow thrust.
They both cried out as
Jack slid home.
He rested then, waiting
for Daniel's head to lift from where it was buried in his arms, for the
tremors to subside, contenting himself with stroking Daniel's arms and
sides, kissing his shoulders and neck.
Daniel arched suddenly,
straining round for a kiss. His mouth trembled against Jack's but
he propped himself up on his elbows and smiled invitingly. Jack
took Daniel's hands in his, held them as they kissed and he began to
move, stroking deeply inside with an easy roll of his hips that nudged
his dick over the sweet spot. Daniel moaned out, quivering now
from pleasure.
They did go deep when they
made love like this. The pleasure Jack stroked into Daniel
rippled around him in turn with every minute contraction of the tight
muscles that fit him exactly. It felt incredible. Daniel
was writhing sensuously into the pillow, the only relief he could find
as they held hands.
Jack didn't need or want
to rush. He slipped his hands beneath Daniel's chest to hold him
tight. "I love you," he whispered. "I love this."
"God, yes," Daniel gasped,
reaching up behind them clasp Jack's head, stroking his hair.
"Love you too. Especially like this," he added impishly, giving
an encouraging shimmy.
A bead of sweat was
trickling down between his shoulder blades. Jack licked it up,
lapping at the salt-slickness and Daniel's satiny skin. Maybe he
was the only guy Jack had ever been with, but to Jack he was
perfect. All of Daniel's energy and passion was soothed as Jack
fucked him slowly and deeply, rocking his hips easily, using his knees
to power each steady thrust into Daniel.
"Oh, God, Jack, Ja-ack,"
Daniel moaned as Jack kissed his throat, beginning now to push back
into Jack's unhurried stroking into his ass.
It was about sharing,
about both of them, Daniel's orgasm inevitably triggering his.
Daniel liked to be held while they fucked and Jack was hopelessly
turned on by Daniel masturbating.
"Let's turn over," Jack
suggested, moving slowly and carefully onto his side, Daniel sighing
with relief as he took his dick into his hands. Jack rested his
chin on Daniel's shoulder and watched him stroke himself with practiced
ease. He tightened his hold across Daniel's chest, slowing and
deepening his still gentle thrusts, his thighs trembling.
"You're killing me,"
Daniel sighed, sounding dazed.
"Good," Jack
grunted. He was shaking as badly as Daniel, exhausted by his
slipping control. His whole body was clenched and aching against
the urge to drive deep and hard, pleasure panging sharp and low, making
his dick throb. Jack dropped his hands to hold Daniel's hips
still as he pushed up into him rhythmically, the cheeks of his ass
lifting with each stroke. He loved having Daniel pressed against
him, his body moved by Jack's.
Daniel was making a soft
noise in the back of his throat, a breathy sob, his head arched up and
moving restlessly as he stroked his dick. He reached behind him
again to clench his fingers in Jack's hair, kissing his cheek lovingly.
Jack took pity on them
both, angling his hips to lunge against Daniel's prostate. Daniel
screamed, his whole body convulsed and he came hard, his dick jerking
and spurting in his hand, his ass clenching. As the powerful
contractions squeezed his dick, Jack saw white flashes, slammed into
Daniel and erupted in blinding orgasm.
Daniel was receiving
breakfast in bed on account of the fact his legs were still shaking,
while Jack was communicating in grunts, and felt as dazed and sated as
Daniel looked.
They nibbled brioche and
charred bacon in companionable silence, Daniel's head resting on Jack's
shoulder, something he always encouraged. "We're not going
off-world today, are we?" Daniel asked at last.
"Nah. I gotta get
shot a coupla times, you get taken over by aliens and the base has a
radiation scare. Same old same old," Jack said casually.
"It's our turn on the
training rotation again?" Daniel protested sulkily. "I'm not in
the mood."
Jack understood
perfectly. He was still a little tingly himself. "How about
a little wager to ease you through the pain of separation until you can
be in my arms again?" he suggested, straight-faced.
Daniel stared at him
incredulously.
"If you whack the most
cadets today," Jack suggested callously, "you get to do me in my full
Class A uniform against the door of your choice."
"And if you whack the most
cadets?" Daniel asked suspiciously.
"I get to do you in the
long grass in my yard wearing nothing but fluffy…" Anticipating a loud
protest, Jack kissed Daniel hard.
"No."
Jack kissed Daniel again.
"No!"
Jack tumbled Daniel onto
his back and pinned him to the bed. "Bunny ears!" he gloated.
"I'd rather die!" Daniel
snarled.
"That's why they pay me
the big bucks," Jack reminded him smugly.
FINIS
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