"Daniel?
Whatchadoin?"
"What does it look like?"
"You're not getting in
here with me," Jack insisted with all the natural authority of his
twenty-mumble years in the United States Air Force.
"Stop whining and move
over."
"You're supposed to be
quaking in your boots," Jack pointed out, as the sounds of complicated
zipping grew more urgent.
Daniel rocked back on his
haunches, his head brushing against the roof of the claustrophobic
little tent they were sharing one narrow ledge over from Teal'c and
Sam. "I am," he said, surprised. "It's freezing!"
"Shaking with fear," Jack
corrected him sharply.
"Oh."
"Not even a little?" Jack
coaxed.
"No."
"Prick."
"Get over yourself,
Colonel," Daniel retorted briskly as he shuffled around to the top of
the now joined sleeping bags, got his feet in and shimmied all the way
down until he touched the bottom.
"The correct guy thing is
to lie back to back and talk gruffly about manly sports," Jack pointed
out helpfully.
Daniel considered this in
silence. Then he plastered himself to Jack, hugging and clinging
limpet-like to every warm spot he could reach.
"Heat seeking linguist,"
Jack grumbled. "You don't care at all that you're lying on my
arm, do you?"
Daniel sighed heavily and
made a production job of hitching up so Jack could pull his arm free
and attempt to massage some life back into it. Once the appendage
was sufficiently resuscitated, Daniel took hold of it again and hauled
it round his shoulders. Then he snuggled in, giving a little
pleasured sigh.
"You don't care about
correct guy behaviour, either," Jack accused him indignantly.
"You're lovely and warm
and surprisingly comfortable for such a sour sonovabitch. That, I
care about," Daniel murmured, hugging Jack that much closer. Then
he put his head on Jack's shoulder and snuggled some more.
"Whatchadoin now?"
Jack asked pleasantly.
"Keeping your neck warm
for you."
"So selfless in these
times of need," Jack sighed admiringly. "Your hair is tickling my
chin. It's irritating me. Much like you."
"I like you. I like
this," Daniel said simply.
"Like what?" Jack
asked. This was a well-oiled routine, a game they played like
chess, knowing where the other one was going, bluffing, trying to get
there first. "I like you too," he added, meaning it but mostly
buying time. He couldn't just let Daniel win. There were
rules. Standards.
"Do you like me enough not
to tell your Jaffa joke?"
"It's a good joke to those
with a sense of humour."
"Sam didn't find it funny
at all."
"I rest my case!"
"Jack, it's the lamest
joke in the universe, so lame it convulses people with disbelief.
'Is that a symbiote in your pouch or are you just…'"
Jack clapped his hand over
Daniel's mouth. "Your delivery sucks." He felt a slight,
warm pressure against his palm, which instantly had him wondering…nah.
Daniel pulled Jack's hand
from his mouth, but kept hold of it. "I like this," he said
again, very directly. "You don't?" It was so rare Jack
wasn't with him, but this time he could see he was going to have to
spell it out. "Being close." He gave Jack's hand a gentle
squeeze, smiling when Jack automatically returned the pressure, then he
slid his arm across Jack's still enviably flat belly and settled again,
hand idly soothing and stroking.
"I'm not sure I…" Jack
began, disconcerted.
"I like being close to
you." Daniel rubbed his head under Jack's chin. "How do you
feel about that?" he asked diffidently.
"Daniel!" Jack's
exasperation snuffed against his hair.
"I get it," Daniel
acknowledged, "not the proper guy thing to ask."
"Exactly."
"I'm more interested in
the improper guy thing," Daniel said boldly, blurting it right out, his
heart beating so fast he felt sick, his face and body flaming as he
waited breathlessly for Jack to answer him.
"Are you…"
"Coming on to you?
Yes." Daniel thought it came out in a squeak but this was
apparently the best he could do. He'd never attempted to seduce
an Air Force colonel before. Or indeed anyone. He thought
he was doing okay so far. Some cards were on the table and Jack
wasn't freaking out or hitting him.
"Have you ever…"
"Yes."
"How do you know what I
was going to ask?" Jack demanded, totally thrown.
"I know."
Jack glared down at the
silky hair tickling his chin, hooked his fingers under Daniel's chin
and tilted his face. He wasn't really surprised to see Daniel
looking both stubborn and scared shitless. "You've had sex with a
man?" he asked slowly, not sure what he was supposed to be feeling,
saying. He was usually sure. He'd had offers before, when
he was younger. He was sure. The answer was always
'no'. This was Daniel asking, though, and Jack wasn't sure of
anything.
"Does it matter?" Daniel
asked him intensely.
"Yes."
Daniel's vivid face
wrenched.
Looking into wounded eyes,
Jack realised just how bad that had sounded, that he'd hurt
Daniel. "It matters if it means you know what you're doing now,"
he blurted. "I mean…I'm not sure what I mean. I just don’t
want you thinking I'm some kind of scary-repressed closet
homophobe! Because I'm not. I'm secure in my masculinity."
"Thanks for sharing."
"You can be a sarcastic
little shit when you put your mind to it."
"I'd love to say I learned
it from you."
"I didn't mean you weren't
secure in your - " Jack bit the words off, frustrated. He
was only trying to say that he was cool with anything Daniel chose to
tell him. "You can trust me," he snapped. "You could tell
me anything. You know that." A shy look was all the answer
he needed as some of the tension melted from Daniel's taut frame.
"You're not freaking out,"
Daniel observed, a little hope sneaking in. "At least, not in the
way I expected."
"No. And no, I don't
know why!" Jack answered before Daniel could ask. "Or maybe I
do. It's because it's you." He couldn't stop trusting
Daniel just because he didn't know what he was doing or where they were
going with this. He couldn't hurt Daniel either, so he was going
to have to play this hand he'd been dealt.
"May I kiss you?" Daniel
asked with incongruous courtesy. "Or is that not a guy thing?"
It was a guy thing to be
the one to make the first move, but it was more their thing to meet
half way, which worked out fine. Daniel's warm generous mouth
pressed softly to Jack's, then moved as quickly away.
Jack cleared his throat
uncomfortably and held Daniel tighter.
"I know you're attracted
to me, Jack," Daniel said gently.
"That's more than I know,"
Jack fired at him, more harshly than he meant.
"Sublimation," Daniel
observed clinically, not quite disguising his own unwilling sympathy.
"Both of us?" Jack
shook his head at the stupid question. "What am I talking
about? You climbed in here to seduce me!"
Daniel suppressed an urge
to ask if it was working and went with the truth, which always worked
pretty good for them. "I climbed in here mostly because I didn't
want to freeze to death on Planet Meat Locker," he said apologetically.
"Oh," Jack replied coldly.
"You're impossible!"
"Lose, lose," Jack
complacently agreed, some of his familiar insouciance insinuating into
the sarcasm.
Daniel surged up and
kissed him again.
Jack's hands shoved at his
shoulders, holding him away. "Daniel…" he breathed, not able to
squeeze another word out, not acceptance or rejection.
"You want to, but you
can't," Daniel recognised dully.
Daniel pulled away, which
Jack didn't like. He didn't like that at all. He hated
having other people make up his mind for him so he pulled Daniel right
back to him. Daniel wound up sprawled on top of him, no way Jack
was having that, so he expertly flipped Daniel onto his ass, Jack's
weight satisfyingly pinning him flat.
With Jack so close, strong
body stretched out the length of him, Daniel got hard, balls-aching
hard and trembling, in moments. Above him, Jack's eyes widened,
then narrowed, then widened again.
"Don't tell me what I
can't!" Jack hissed, he guessed predictably. Then he showed
Daniel what he could. He took Daniel's mouth in a punishing kiss,
plunging between eagerly parting lips to stroke down over the silken
rasp of his tongue. Not shy at all, Daniel thrust vehemently
against him, his fingers hooking cruelly round Jack's neck to hold him
right here, where Daniel wanted him.
It was a complete fuck in
the head, Daniel wanting him. No doubt he did, though. He
wasn't hiding it. One long leg was wrapped around Jack's,
Daniel's hips pushing achingly up into his. He wished Daniel
didn't know him so well, better than he let him know himself because it
was too damn long since he felt this blood rush and he didn't want to
get hard for Daniel.
He rarely got what he
wanted.
His body was pounding as
he ground his mouth into Daniel's and he couldn't help himself, when
Daniel's fingers curved over his buttocks and rocked him, he went with
it, went with Daniel, rocking and rubbing compulsively into the
answering hardness beneath him, losing it with those moist, greedy
noises Daniel was making into his mouth as he ate Jack's tongue.
With the last dregs of his
self-control, Jack wrenched away to tumble wheezing onto his back,
Daniel following, kissing and licking at his throat and jaw, long
fingers slipping between Jack's legs to rub persuasively over the
straining bulge at his crotch. He trapped Daniel's hand
there. "Tell me about the guy!" he demanded. It was
important. He had to know what this was, where this came from,
before they couldn't get back from it. "Please," he said more
softly.
"He was the supervisor of
a dig while I was at UCLA," Daniel said.
"How old?!"
"I was nineteen," Daniel
said reassuringly, not mistaking the cause of Jack's urgency.
"And he was…"
"Early thirties, I think,"
Daniel muttered, frowning. "Get that look off your face,
Jack. He was nice, one of the kindest and most generous people
I've ever known, and a great teacher. He had time for everybody."
"Especially hot young
students," Jack sniped.
"His partner died eighteen
months before we met," Daniel said steadily, "killed by a drunk driver
who left him to die in the road. They'd been together since
college and Allan - he was still grieving." He looked seriously
at Jack. "It was very uncomplicated, Jack, and a good time for us
both. I had some issues with intimacy," he admitted, blushing.
"In school, in college, even, a lot of people figured the poor little
foster kid was easy meat, but I'm not the kind to do anything for a
hug. I'm not that needy, or that casual."
That was the answer Jack
was waiting for and it made it even harder for him to think. He
guessed Daniel meant this, he had to, there was no way they could make
love and get back from it. Daniel shook off his hand, reaching
with unsteady fingers to unbutton Jack's BDUs. As he pushed the
fabric aside, Jack's cock sprang free, thumping into Daniel's waiting
palm. Jack moaned low in his throat, literally squirming as
Daniel held him, sensitive fingertips stroking sensuously over his
slick, heated skin.
"I was a virgin," Daniel
went on, smiling a little. "Allan took me to a hotel in Luxor and
made love to me all afternoon in a big brass bed. He was patient
and gentle, and he wanted me so much." He looked at Jack, the
flush mounting high in his cheeks, hips writhing as he fought the urge
to fuck Daniel's hand and failed to catch his breath. Right now,
he wasn't sure Jack was patient or gentle, but Daniel loved him, and
trust was part of that. "Allan was very passionate. We were
good for one another, Jack. Promise," he whispered.
Jack nodded jerkily.
"I'm not casual either."
"I know."
"Never been with a
guy." Jack reached for Daniel's BDUs, yanking the buttons open
without finesse to pull Daniel's cock free.
Daniel gasped, shuddering
as Jack's hard, heavy hand pumped him.
"Never held another man's
cock. I always wanted the Air Force. Always."
"And now?" Daniel asked
shakily.
"I want you."
Jack's voice was breaking
and Daniel was moving on instinct, to hold him, to reassure. As
he rolled on top of Jack, he was pulled down, the strong mouth grinding
over his, Jack moaning out and both of them shaking as their straining
cocks kissed and stroked. He pushed Jack's ridiculous woollen hat
off, freeing the sleek grey hair. His gloating fingers barely
touched the smooth strands when Jack was on him, tearing down the
zipper on his jacket, shoving it off his shoulders, letting a blast of
frigid air into the sleeping bag. Daniel gasped as Jack tugged
then on his T-shirt, pulling it up and over his head to toss it out
after the jacket.
"Can we make love?" Daniel
asked urgently.
"I just ripped your
clothes off. How much more of a 'yes' do you need?"
They both sat up and got
naked, shivering as they shed their clothes and the cold struck
bitterly at bare flesh. Daniel scrabbled for his pack, thankful
their mission to Planet Meat Locker meant one good thing.
He had a big old tub of Vaseline with him. His lips would just
have to chap. He slid back down into the sleeping bag and
stretched out against Jack's warm side, feeling a little better when
Jack put his arms around him. He reached up and cupped Jack's
jaw. "What do you want?" he asked gravely.
"I don't know."
Daniel buried his face in
Jack's shoulder, ecstatically breathing him in, soap and sweat, the
musk of arousal. He licked and kissed the hot, smooth skin,
biting at the sharp ridge of Jack's collarbone. It took him a
time or two to get the lid off the Vaseline, then he warmed a palmful
to slick heat between his hands. He took Jack's cock in his hand,
his palm sliding easily as he stroked slowly, fascinated by the pulse
of blood throbbing against his fingers. "You want this?" he
asked, rolling closer, his cock trapped against Jack's thigh.
"Yes!" Jack grated.
He fumbled behind Daniel for the Vaseline, scooped out a generous
dollop, turned onto his side so they were facing one another, then
reached determinedly for Daniel's cock.
The shock of cold on the
sensitised flesh arched Daniel's back and the fevered swipe of Jack's
tongue over his nipple kept him there. He hugged Jack around the
shoulders, holding him close as they masturbated one another. He
delicately touched each of Jack's balls in turn, slipping his finger
beneath to lift and rub them tenderly with his palm.
Jack quivered from head to
foot, his cock jerking as he reached blindly for Daniel's mouth.
He opened to Daniel with a sigh, sucking his eager tongue into his
mouth to chew on it. It took a nudge of Daniel's hips to make him
remember that he had urgent business to attend to.
The soft squeezing
pressure drove Daniel crazy as Jack rubbed every inch of him, thumb
firmly pressing into the head time and again as Daniel shuddered
ecstatically, warm pleasure rippling through his body. He hoped
he was doing this for Jack, that they were both feeling this much.
"Tighter," Jack ordered,
the quake in his belly too much for him. Daniel obligingly closed
his fist to pump Jack's cock in time to each erratic thrust of his
hips. He was so turned on, by Daniel's supple strength and
nearness, by his smell and his sweat, the avid tongue pulsing deep in
Jack's mouth. He liked the hard weight and demanding heat of
Daniel's cock in his hand, the easy roll of Daniel's hips as he got off
on what Jack was doing for him.
He wondered if Daniel had
any idea how weird this was for him. It was wrong, against all
the rules he'd lived his life by, all the limits he'd set
himself. That didn't stop it feeling good, feeling right.
His body was gorged and shaking with sensation, spiking sharp now, low
in his belly. The tremor in his thighs told him he was close, his
ass was clenching. He couldn't tear his gaze away from Daniel's
blinding pleasure as he came, shooting his load in slow, voluptuous
pulses over Jack's belly, while Jack stared and stared, drowning in
those eyes.
Daniel squeezed Jack's
balls, his body spasmed and he came hard, stifling his shout in the
hollow of Daniel's throat. He was blind for a time, lying still,
aware only of heat and comfort, the stroke of soothing hands and the
unsteady beat of Daniel's racing heart. He'd never been held just
this way, never been able to rest, not like this. He'd never been
with anyone as strong as he was, as sure. Daniel didn't seem to
feel his weight or the sticky mess smearing their bellies and
thighs. He didn't pull a face at the scent of sweat and semen,
heavy in the still-cold, stale air. He just wanted to hold Jack,
have him sleep.
Daniel wasn't asking,
freeing Jack to give, to take a risk. "I don't know why," he said
reluctantly, looking edgily down at the rumpled, silky hair, then
quickly away when Daniel glanced up questioningly. "This started
out so wrong."
"Wrong?" After his
pained whisper, Daniel went very still, his heart hammering against
Jack's chest.
"I've never been with a
guy. Never needed sex badly enough to do it," Jack explained
awkwardly. "I'm not saying I had a problem with it, just that it
was wrong for me. Er…I don't think that came out right.
What I'm trying to say…" Make that failing to say. "I don't feel
weird about this anymore." God, he hoped that was enough.
This was like pulling teeth. "It was good, Daniel. You and
me, together, we're good. It felt…"
"Jack?" Daniel whispered
again.
Jack stroked Daniel's
hair, trying to smooth the wayward strands. "It was right," he
said simply. "It was you."
Now Daniel started
shaking, losing it, holding onto Jack so tight. Jack couldn't
manage to make anything out from the rushed, insistent murmur, so he
just held Daniel as close he could, helping him ride out this sudden
storm, doing what he could to let Daniel know he was with him.
"Don't regret this, Jack,"
Daniel asked with quiet dignity, nuzzling a kiss into his throat,
smiling as Jack hugged him.
"I don't think I could,"
Jack promised, tucking the sleeping bag more securely around the slim
shoulders.
"You kept me waiting long
enough," Daniel complained.
As Daniel warmed to his
theme, it became apparent there were a large number of ways Jack had
been annoying him intensely, including being gratuitously
gorgeous. Unfortunately Daniel was dog-tired and in the middle of
an entertaining accusation about Jack's inconvenient inability to buy a
clue, he fell asleep.
Jack was okay with
that. It was a Daniel thing.
FINIS
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