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"Dinner's ready!" Daniel yelled
down the dock. "Supper?" Jack hunched an irritable shoulder.
Daniel sighed. Jack had been like this all afternoon. He wasn't
going to wait around to coax Jack in. What with spontaneous orgasms
and home truths they'd both missed lunch and Daniel at least was starving.
He was also very tired.
It
had been a long afternoon of covert surveillance and cutting silence.
Shrugging philosophically, Daniel
turned back into the cabin and left Jack to disprove the old adage that
misery loved company. Misery seemed perfectly content to stew from
a conspicuous distance in this case.
Daniel admitted what had happened
was embarrassing for Jack. It was embarrassing for Daniel too, and
it would have been even more embarrassing if it had been him. It
HAD been him. He'd had three weeks of it obsessing over the small
of Jack's back which even he knew was sad.
Daniel was not without sympathy
here. He just wasn't sympathetic enough to drift into bed and a relationship
that would make him, and probably Jack, miserable.
He set Jack's plate back on
the stove and took his own meal to the table. He hesitated over Jack's
sweating glass of beer and decided guys with the emotional maturity of
the average sixteen year old, and hormones where his morals were supposed
to be, deserved warm beer.
Daniel sat and took a careful
bite of his pan-fried pork loin steak. It was succulently tender
and cooked to his version of perfection. He relaxed and set some
butter to melt over his corn and steamed vegetables. It was indulgent
when he'd made rich gravy too, but he was on vacation and Janet's healthy
eating lectures were a dim, distant annoyance. He happily piled the
delicious herby stuffing and applesauce onto his plate, settling in to
pig out.
Pun most definitely not intended.
Daniel did not think puns were humorous plays on words. He didn't
think they were humorous anything.
The door slammed open and Jack
barged past him with an ill-tempered grunt. "You're right," he tossed
out.
Daniel inhaled his herby stuffing
ball.
"Wh-wh-whaa?" he choked.
Jack vented some of his spleen
by wheeling around, marching back and smacking Daniel on the back.
Hard.
"You're right," Jack said again,
even more curtly than before.
"Jack?" Daniel called anxiously
after him.
The bathroom door slammed metaphorically,
if not literally, in Daniel's face.
Daniel sat looking stupidly
at the door for some time, then pulled himself together. He guessed
he'd have to wait for the next stunning revelation dredged from the depths
of Jack's psyche.
Wait and…um…eat.
Jack emerged from the bathroom
damp around the edges and scowling. Everything in the room seemed
to be in his way. "Don't mind me," he tossed out sarcastically as
he stalked past the table, watching Daniel savour his pork ecstatically.
"Applesauce," Daniel muttered
thickly. "S'good."
He let Jack slide his plate
haphazardly on the table without a word, merely raising his brows as Jack
headed purposefully over to the refrigerator to grab a second beer.
Daniel watched with mild, unspoken disapproval as Jack dropped gracelessly
into his seat, all elbows and angles, hand darting to scoop up the beer.
He drank it steadily down. Daniel was worried. Jack rarely
had more than a couple of beers. He didn't drink to forget; he remembered.
"Right about what?" Daniel asked
pacifically.
"I just mentally rewound our
conversation and 'heard' what you said to me in your handy one condemnation-fits-all
bullet point summary," Jack fired out the accusation.
Daniel straightened up and matched
him look for scorching look.
"I 'heard' what I said to you,"
Jack admitted grudgingly. "I wouldn't take me on either," he muttered
bitterly, shoving his plate away impatiently to reach for the other beer.
He nursed the can, rolling it slowly from hand to hand, one finger catching
the beads of moisture dripping down. "Left no insult unturned there,
huh?"
"Is that a rhetorical question?"
Daniel asked warily.
Jack's head snapped up.
He shot a killing look at Daniel.
"No, seriously," Daniel replied
firmly. "Do you want me to answer that?"
"Whatever," Jack angrily shrugged.
"You say you don't want me to
fuck you? Fair enough," Daniel said simply. Jack lifted his
head to watch him intently. "That's not the point though. Something
I consider an act of love and intimacy and was willing to share, you find
distasteful, an act your apparently rigid and narrow definition of masculinity
can't respect enough to return," he told Jack with that same cool precision
he'd managed earlier, his slow deliberation still barely enough to hide
the shake in his voice. "What does that say about me to you, Jack?"
He waited but Jack said nothing. "If I let you fuck me, do I lose
your respect by default?"
"No!" Jack denied this furiously.
"What else am I supposed to
think?" Daniel asked tightly. "You hurt me." Daniel wasn't
proud to see Jack flinch and drop his head.
"I know," Jack admitted much
more quietly. "Me too."
"It's not all you," Daniel said
softly. "I'm - I'm looking for it," he admitted nervously.
"For that look in your eyes. I don't mean to, but…Jack?" he asked,
surprised as Jack jumped up and stormed around the table. "Jack?"
He was yanked up, the chair crashing to the floor behind him as he was
crushed to Jack's chest and that beautiful mouth, thinned now in rage,
was grinding over his.
Daniel flung up his arms for
balance as he reared back, trying to get some space. His lips parted
beneath the onslaught and Jack slid into him like silk, all the sound and
fury melting from him. Daniel's desperate bid for balance of any
kind was stifled in sweetness, Jack's mouth as soft and pleasing now as
it had been harsh moments before.
Jack - engulfed him, the kiss
gentler and more generous than Jack's passion had led Daniel to expect,
deepening with every breath as they stroked sensuously against and over
one another, breathing easily now, leaning into it. Clinging.
They were each watching the
other, devouring the other, gazes clashing and unforgiving.
The wrongness of being apart
struck at Daniel. They couldn't be without one another, couldn't
function if they weren't together. His body knew the rightness of
this, hips rhythmically pushing hardness into Jack, hands tightening urgently,
drawing Jack deeper into him.
There was a too-long impasse,
neither willing to surrender, then they both gave into it, eyes closing
as they staggered drunkenly in search of something to hold them up.
Daniel's butt smacked against the cabin door and that was it. His
hands clamped vice-like to Jack's ass as they blindly strained into one
another, Jack's clenched fingers dropping to clasp in the small of Daniel's
back.
He pushed now, Jack yielding,
allowing him to plunge into wet heat and demanding, dizzying suction.
Daniel thrust hard and deep, revelling as Jack opened to him, taking everything
he had to give and firing it straight back, harder, faster, deeper, stronger,
more, again, more.
Mine.
Fair was fair. He was
Jack's too.
They broke apart at last, drunk
on one another, feverish in arousal and confusion.
"You hurt me," Daniel gasped.
Jack nodded jerkily, his trembling
hand too heavy as he cupped Daniel's nape.
"Don't do it again."
There was enough bleak warning
in his tone to arrest Jack's attention, the watchful, assessing stillness
in the man very familiar.
Threat-assessing.
"I won't."
It was a promise.
Daniel accepted because he had
looked and he hadn't seen - Jack had in fact opened to him. Though
they had each pushed it as far as they could, tried to own the other's
ass, after his first shock there had never been a moment when he felt they
hadn't been together.
"I'm not having sex with you,"
Daniel said slowly, knowing as he did so it was the right thing to do.
There was too much at stake for them to fuck this up and too many issues
lay unacknowledged between them. "Not until I'm sure." He was
equally certain it was wrong for Jack to rush into this, conflicted as
he was. He wanted Daniel badly, but only time would tell if he truly
wanted to be with Daniel. This wasn't a comfortable once-a-week fuck.
This was their lives.
Jack shifted awkwardly against
him, his face stiff and resistant. He didn't say a word.
He wouldn't, Daniel thought
wryly.
Jack didn't agree, but wouldn't
take the risk of losing what he'd just gained.
A chance.
"Are you going to talk to me?"
Daniel asked again.
"Busy now," Jack mumbled thickly
against the sensitive skin of Daniel's throat. "Kissing…"
Oh, yeah. That.
Sighing, arousal warming him through, Daniel arched his neck as Jack urgently
licked from the hollow of his throat to his chin. "You're not seducing
me," he reminded Jack gently, moaning as he bit at his jaw, just - just
there, just right, that sweet spot below his ear.
"I am," Jack contradicted, lifting
his head to leer at Daniel.
He pulled Jack's head back down
to him. "Just kissing," he insisted.
"Let's go to bed," Jack suggested,
already moving.
Daniel shot him a long steady
look, but took the imperiously outstretched hand and let Jack pull him
up. He wasn't so comfortable crowded against the arm of the couch
he would pass up on bed.
As soon as the bedroom door
was slammed behind them, Jack made his intentions plain, shucking his clothes
with ruthless rapidity. He peeled off his boxers and stood proudly
naked and erect before Daniel, daring him to comment.
Daniel said nothing. He
unbuttoned his ridiculous shirt and looked his fill, gaze lingering on
the hard plane of Jack's belly, the sharply defined narrow hips, the gentle
swell of belly below the navel. The unruly thatch of pubic hair, the heavy
balls and the aggressive jut of his penis. Daniel quirked an eyebrow,
undressing slowly as Jack looked his fill in turn, his penis twitching
avidly as Daniel stepped out of his underwear, not exactly a shrinking
violet himself, turning casually to stroll over to the dresser in search
of his pyjama bottoms. He heard Jack's frustrated hiss behind him,
but didn't react. As Daniel carefully smoothed the flannel over his
hips, he heard the soft rustle of bedding and the creak as Jack's weight
settled - defiantly naked - in the bed.
He turned off the light and
made his way round to the left side of the bed, glad this at least they
weren't fighting over. He couldn't sleep on the right side.
Jack lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling as Daniel slipped in beside
him, turning onto his side to look down at Jack.
"You mean it. This far
and no further. Kissing," Jack said flatly, anything but happy.
"I gave you my trust," Daniel
said quietly, stroking Jack's arm.
"And now I have to earn it,
right? Rhetorical question," Jack added snidely, turning to face
Daniel, hand reaching confidently to pull him into another ravaging, passionate
kiss that left Daniel's body pounding.
They melted into an embrace,
plastered to one another as they kissed and kissed. Slow and deep,
tongues softly stroking. Quick, hard and dirty, sharp possessive
stabs and thrusts. Suckling, biting, chewing…
Daniel wrenched away to flop
onto his back, panting for breath.
It was good. Too good.
He was falling deeper into Jack with every moment, wanting to give what
Jack needed so badly. What he needed. Needing it didn't make
it right for them, any more than being in love was any guarantee of being
happy. Quite the opposite in his admittedly limited experience.
"What's your problem?" he asked
Jack seriously as he was hauled in close again, Jack's hips pushing restlessly
at him, penis rubbing luxuriously over the soft, clinging flannel until
Daniel hitched back. "What is it you can't let go?" he pushed, ignoring
Jack's frustration, though the hot, sweaty skin pressed to his was impossible…
"Air Force policy?" 'Don't Ask Don't Tell' was anathema to Daniel,
who thought all sexual misconduct should be treated equally, no one practice
singled out for investigative efforts or harsher penalties.
Jack impatiently shrugged that
off. "Hammond adores you, he needs us both and he's pragmatic enough
to turn a blind eye. You couldn't be touched anyway. As a civilian
your rights are protected. If the Air Force messes with you, you
could sue," he explained rapidly.
"It's your own morality, then?"
Daniel asked hesitantly, hoping like hell not.
"I do have a problem with fucking
a subordinate, yes," Jack said coldly. "I could rely on Hammond turning
a blind eye if you worked at the U, but I can't bang anyone who isn't my
equal in the service. We're not talking a polite discharge, Daniel.
Being a practising homosexual is just a small part of it. We're talking
court martial if I fuck anyone within the chain of command."
"I'm not in the service.
I'm a civilian consultant and I am your equal," Daniel riposted.
"That's a rationalisation."
Jack's amusement was bleak. "I'm still your team leader. Effectively
you are below me in the chain of command."
"Pity you didn't think of that
sooner," Daniel snapped.
"Excuse me?" Jack leaned back
to glare at him, the hand stroking hypnotically over his side stilling.
"Way back when, Sam told me
to call you 'colonel' in the field. She tied it up in a pretty pink
protocol bow, but she wasn't happy about me flouting your authority," Daniel
explained. "I tried calling you colonel a few times. You slapped
me down. You can't have it, Jack," he said uncompromisingly.
"You can't make it personal and bail when it gets too personal. How
is sleeping with me any different than loving me? You listen to me.
You do what I say when I need you to. You've never been my commanding
anything. Hell, when we first started out, you used to tell me something
was an order so I knew it was something you needed me to do. How
could you show me more favouritism than you do now?"
Jack shifted uncomfortably,
a wry grimace acknowledging the truth of this. "Having sex crosses
the line." He paused, thinking, his hand stroking again over Daniel's
skin. "Thinking about having sex crosses the line," he admitted,
lips twitching.
"Being friends doesn't?" Daniel
challenged.
"Of course it does," Jack said
impatiently. "I crossed that line with Teal'c and Carter too.
Two wrongs never make a right and I don't want to do this with either of
them." He leaned in and kissed Daniel's shoulder. "I do want
to do it with you. I want it more and more. The idea of having
sex - of wanting you seems less strange."
"More…natural?" Daniel asked
haltingly as Jack's lips trailed fire over his throat.
"More real," Jack corrected
him. "The problem is I know you too well. I didn't admit I
was wrong 'til I tried to see myself saying what I said to you to Sara,
and of course I frigging couldn't. I would never have treated her
like that. I was so busy seeing the man, I forgot about you.
I am sorry about that," he apologised sincerely.
Daniel nodded, swallowing hard
against the sudden lump in his throat.
They kissed gently, acknowledging.
Accepting…
"While we're on the truth kick,
I don't want to wait to have sex with you," Jack said grimly. "I
know we haven't resolved any of this, but where in life are there guarantees
of anything, Daniel?"
Heart pounding, Daniel pushed
his pyjama bottoms down, kicking them free of the bed.
"Daniel?"
Daniel lay facing Jack.
He felt both stupid and excited at once as he took his penis into his waiting,
knowing hand.
"You've got to be kidding!"
Jack blurted incredulously.
He leaned in and kissed Jack
hard, stroking himself luxuriously in perfect time to the slow, lazy thrusts
of his tongue against Jack's. He slid his free hand beneath Jack
to curve around his back and covetously stroke sleek skin. The nearness,
being watched, the sharp musk of shared arousal…Daniel lost himself in
it, throwing a leg over Jack's as he rocked into slow burning pleasure,
eyes wide open, coolly meeting Jack look for look.
Daring him.
Jack caved, his hand plunging
between them to grasp his own erection, roughly fucking his own hand as
he watched Daniel. He pushed at the comforter, baring their bodies,
warmth pooling across their thighs as they masturbated, each transfixed
by the other. Jack leaned in to kiss Daniel, another slow, deep kiss
at odds with their powerful, frenetic pumping.
Pleasure pricked Daniel's sweat-soaked
skin as the night air played over his straining body. He was panting
harshly, driving into Jack's mouth as he drove his hips into his grasping
hand, Jack's hand hard against his ass, urging him on. His erection
was slick now, his hand slipping and sliding easily just where he needed
rough, demanding friction.
He needed Jack.
He had to settle for watching
as Jack took his own pleasure, both of them entirely selfish, satisfying
their own needs, but still…together.
Jack's face was flushed and
slack, his mouth a tight grimace when he pulled away from the kiss to snatch
deep breaths. Sweat dripped off his chin, rolling down from
his temple.
Daniel leaned in and lapped
at the salt-tang of Jack's cheek, gloating over the heat and reality of
it.
The hand groping his ass abruptly
cupped his face as Jack's body stilled and he slammed forward. The
splash of heat over his groin had Daniel shuddering uncontrollably as his
aching body tensed and he convulsed, coming slowly, in silence, to the
sound of Jack calling his name over and over.
They lay close, soothing away
tremors, closer still as they unclenched muscle by muscle. They couldn't
rest until they were deep in each other's arms, legs entwined, stuttering
heartbeats steadying. Too close for comfort. Uncaring of that,
they slept.
Daniel walked out of the bathroom
and into a fierce kiss.
"Morning!" Jack called cheerfully.
"Morning?" Daniel grumbled,
making a half-hearted attempt to push Jack away. "Try the middle
of the night."
"It's ten a.m.," Jack corrected
him, hanging on tight. "And scorching outside."
"I'm on vacation," Daniel explained
patiently.
"Your definition of vacation
seems to be heavy on sleep," Jack judged disapprovingly, sliding his arm
round Daniel's waist to drag him over to the cabin door.
"And?" Daniel asked politely.
What else was he supposed to do? Lazing around was what vacations
were for. He stopped as he took in the blanket spread invitingly
on the grass beside the dock, along with what looked like a couple of huge
BLTs and a thermos.
"You won't need these," Jack
said happily, turning to face Daniel, hooking his trigger finger into the
waistband of Daniel's jeans. His face was tight and…
"Hungry."
"Me too," Jack agreed solemnly.
Between one step and the next, his cutoffs were loosened and dropping.
With the third step he was clear of them and pulling Daniel's zipper down.
His jeans were tight, which
meant Jack had to assist them to obey the laws of gravity which he did
with great panache and palpable attention to detail.
Then Jack kissed him.
Daniel clasped his arms around
Jack's neck and kissed back, not even noticing Jack was walking them off
the dock until he was chest deep in glacier melt. Not that it mattered.
Jack was already giving his all to heat Daniel right back up, lifting him
off his feet. With the water holding most of his weight, Daniel wrapped
his legs around Jack's back, groaning as his shoulders slammed into the
dock and Jack's hips drove into his.
He writhed ecstatically as their
erections grated, hooking his arms beneath Jack's, then up to curve over
his shoulders. Jack reached behind him to grip hard at the boards
of the dock, freeing them to pound into one another's bodies. They
didn't kiss this time, Jack burying his face in Daniel's shoulder, his
breath gusting hot as he panted with exertion. This turbulent coupling
was harsh and powerful, their shared gratification intense, immediate.
Daniel fretfully scrubbed his
face against Jack's hair, arching helplessly, hot, aching pleasure boiling
through him as they humped savagely. He was dizzy, white flashes
wheeling behind his eyes as he climaxed, pumping shocking heat between
their grinding, water-cooled bodies.
Jack's penis thumped hard against
his belly. "Christ, I love you!" Jack roared triumphantly as he came
explosively.
Daniel kissed him hard on the
mouth, on his cheek, ear, hair, then hugged him tight. "You do, don't
you," he whispered shakily as Jack let him drop to his feet, face still
buried.
"There can't be anyone else
for me," Jack snarled into his throat. "Not while you…Has to be you,
Danny. Isn't room for anyone else. The job or you…It has to
be you, do you get that?"
"I get it," Daniel promised.
He stroked Jack's back soothingly, aware of some protests from his own,
used and abused against the dock's edge. "I do," he promised again.
"It's not the end of the world to fall in love with a man, Jack," he said
gently.
For the first time, Jack lifted
his head and looked at him. "It's not? I can't be who I am,
I shouldn't be what I am. That cuts deep, deeper than maybe you know."
Jack winced. "I'm not trying to patronise you."
"I know," Daniel assured him.
"What do I do? What do
we do?"
"Grow."
Jack looked like he wanted to
say something but swallowed it in a weary nod. He clambered up onto
the dock, Daniel following.
Stricken, Daniel slid his arm
around Jack's waist. After a moment, his arm came around Daniel and
they walked that way over to the blanket and lay down on their stomachs,
side by side, reaching for the sandwiches Jack had made. The thermos
was filled with piping hot coffee. They ate their fill in greedy
gulps, the sun baking into them, warming them through.
"I have to be with you," Jack
said suddenly. "I have to make love with you to know this is real,
that you're worth everything I am and everything I believe in. When
you're with me, it's - Jesus," Jack pulled a disgusted face, eyes apologetic.
"It's easy to believe it's worth it," he said flatly, almost in accusation.
"So can we stop talking about it now and just DO it for Chrissake!"
"Jack, I…"
"You're KILLING me here!" Jack
seethed.
"I…"
"Shut UP, willya?"
"I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU TOO!"
Daniel yelled hard enough to make Jack jump. "God knows why!" he
stormed. "You never listen to a goddamned WORD I say!"
"I do!" Jack denied the allegation
indignantly, a vast, offensively smug smile splitting his face.
"Says who!" Daniel snapped.
"Sez YOU," Jack hooted triumphantly,
kissing him exuberantly.
Daniel shoved him away.
Jack refused to go. "Want
to go to bed with me?" he asked eagerly, making with the big, melting puppy
eyes.
"No," Daniel refused unconvincingly,
his heart skipping a beat. Maybe Jack didn't realise, but he'd said
making love. Not sex. He'd meant it too.
"Just to sleep," Jack added
ruefully. "I'm - er - tired," he admitted self-consciously.
"That's why I like coming up here - you know. You just push yourself
too hard but I…"
Daniel thought about the vigorous
mind blowing sex they'd just had and shouldn't have. He directed
a long, sceptical look at his wide-eyed, innocent colonel.
"It was worth a shot," Jack
bitched when Daniel refused to budge.
"I don't trust you," Daniel
informed him coldly. "Not when it comes to…" he gave a little shimmy.
Jack's eyes glazed. "You
shouldn't," he agreed distractedly.
"No more than this, Jack."
Daniel rolled onto his side, propping himself on his elbow. "I mean
it. I'm not ready for more."
"This?"
"Kissing. Touching.
Being with one another," Daniel explained rapidly. "Getting used
to being close."
"No fucking?" Jack asked pathetically.
"No," Daniel refused emphatically.
"Damn," Jack groaned.
"Sleeping?"
"Together?" Daniel asked cautiously,
thinking adjacency in a big warm bed would inevitably lead to much fucking,
since they could not, in point of fact, keep their damned greedy wandering
hands off one another. He'd already nixed the no-touching deal with
one stellar aquatic orgasm. The only thing that hardened his heart
was that sharing a bed would lead to much fucking of him. "We're
not living together. We don't have time and it isn't exactly discreet."
"We can stay over though," Jack
insisted, not particularly enthused by suggestions he would have insisted
on himself if he was in any mood to be reasonable. "Have hot sex
as often as we want it…"
Which would be every night.
"And can manage it."
Which would still be every night
if he let them have their way. "I have work," he reminded Jack.
More work than he could get through even with the hours he put in at the
mountain.
"You'll have company too," Jack
informed him decisively. "A nice warm bed waiting for you.
Lots of healthy aerobic exercise."
Fucking.
"Uh huh," Daniel drawled, politely
disbelieving.
"I'll try," Jack promised, looking
hurt.
"I believe you," Daniel agreed
with absolute sincerity. "Which is why I think we need to establish
ground rules if we're to become lovers, Jack."
"Lovers?" Jack propped his chin
on his hand and tried out the concept for size. "Lovers." He
sounded quite pleased, his swift sidelong glance surprisingly soft.
"Lovers," he said with calm finality.
"It's your career we have to
worry about," Daniel explained unnecessarily. He was flustered, deciding
arbitrarily that he would think more clearly in his jeans.
"You'll never get to them before
I get to you," Jack observed pleasurably as Daniel glanced at the clothes
littering the dock. "But I'd be thrilled if you gave it a shot."
"I can run faster than you,"
Daniel riposted. "Much faster," he added unkindly.
"Motivated, remember?" Jack
prompted. "About the ground rules?"
"Yes?"
"What's your position on me
letting you burn your ass cherry red?" Jack fondled the ass in question.
Daniel sat up glaring as Jack
jumped to his feet and strolled over to grab his jeans before loping into
the cabin. There were sounds of complicated searching, then Jack
emerged triumphant, waving suntan lotion.
"Oh god," he sighed as Jack
closed in, licking his lips in anticipation.
Jack's method of application
involved him sitting on Daniel's butt as he gently rubbed the lotion into
every accessible inch of skin. "Ground rules," he announced briskly.
"Kissing is in."
"Yes," Daniel agreed, propping
himself up on his elbows, quivering as Jack stroked his spine. Any
lotion getting on him had to be incidental.
"Touching?"
"Mm-hm," Daniel bit his lip.
The stroking was really distracting.
"Peachy," Jack approved.
"I like touching. And the rubbing thing?"
"Frottage," Daniel corrected
him automatically. "Aren't you worried we'll scare the fish?"
"Sarcastic shit."
"I didn't mean to…" Daniel hinted.
"Me either," Jack admitted.
"I was trying to play by the rules but…"
"But?"
"You're very - er…"
Daniel tried to sit up, but
Jack pushed him down again, kissing his shoulder in apology. Then
he kissed Daniel's nape, making them both shiver.
"Lovers, huh? Shit." Jack
sighed. Daniel heard him take a deep breath. "Attractive, okay?
You're very attractive. Very," he muttered defensively. "Very,"
he said again, quite loudly.
"So are you," Daniel responded
reassuringly, deeply grateful that Jack couldn't see the way he was blushing.
"Okay then." Jack sounded
relieved, like the worst was over.
Daniel hoped so too. He
didn't want to have to say that twice either.
"Hand-jobs are in," Jack summarised,
ticking off available sexual options with kisses down Daniel's spine, several
more kisses than there were actual options. "We do each other next
time," he ordered forcefully, kissing right down to Daniel's butt for emphasis.
"Um…sure," Daniel said agreeably,
arching his neck temptingly. He really liked it when Jack kissed
him just there.
Jack gently nibbled at his nape,
nosing into his hair. "Very," Jack sighed. "Turn over.
I'll do your front side." He hitched up, allowing Daniel to roll
onto his back, burningly aware of the warmth and weight of Jack's penis
gliding over his skin. Jack straddled his hips, squirted more lotion
and dabbed some on Daniel's nose, grinning.
There was a brief struggle for
the tube, Daniel loudly insisting he could manage his own face. Jack
won conclusively, and plainly had another 'very' moment as his brisk strokes
over Daniel's cheek slowed and gentled. They stared at one another
in silence, arousal coiling sweet and low. Jack recovered in a moment,
but they were both a little shaken by the shared intensity.
Daniel laid his hands on Jack's
forearms as he worked the lotion down his chest, thumbs flickering teasingly
at his nipples, a definite pang of pleasure shocking down to his groin.
"No anal sex," Jack promised,
bending to softly kiss Daniel.
Daniel stretched up to nuzzle
his face against Jack's. "Thanks." Jack's only answer was another
soft, serious kiss.
"Blowjobs?" Jack asked slowly,
straightening up to look thoughtfully at Daniel. "No," he answered
his own question regretfully.
Daniel stiffened, his tender
mood evaporating at this sweeping condemnation of his sexuality.
He happened to be extremely good at oral sex. Sarah had been partial
to it. "Excuse me?" he coldly sought clarification.
"No, you don't do blowjobs,"
Jack answered absently, more interested in caressing Daniel's belly.
"You know this just by looking
at me?" Daniel asked with awful politeness.
Jack looked at him again.
"Yes," he announced with insulting simplicity. "Shame. I love
blowjobs almost as much as…er…"
"So do I," Daniel announced
defiantly despite the fact Sarah had not been fond of reciprocating and
with Sha'uri he'd been wary of her willingness to try anything to please
him. Getting Sha'uri to admit to what pleased her had been hard enough
without worrying about…well…he'd - he'd thought they had time.
"Neither of us has given one
before, though," Jack murmured dulcetly, eyeing Daniel speculatively.
"Which means we can't make a fair assessment of the place of oral sex in
our ground rules."
"What are you - OH!" Daniel's
voice rose an octave as Jack scooted down and kissed his belly as he had
their disastrous first time. He shook from head to foot as Jack nosed
at his pubic hair, inhaling ecstatically. He was completely embarrassed
by the way the blood slammed down, filling his penis before Jack's very
eyes. Which widened.
"That's such a turn-on," Jack
sounded surprised. "I had no idea it could be. A dick is a
dick, but it's what I do for you, you know?" he muttered gruffly, flushing
a little himself. "I told you I'd get better at this stuff.
I just need to get accustomed. Do you want me to go down on you?"
he asked abruptly.
Daniel's penis jerked.
"I'll take that as a yes," Jack
snorted.
"No," Daniel said instinctively,
stopping Jack's purposeful advance cold.
"Daniel?"
"We're supposed to be going
slow, not coming like freight trains," Daniel fretted. "I can't think
straight here. We're moving too fast. We weren't supposed to
be touching and I didn't so much as whimper…"
"Yes, you damned well did!"
Jack corrected him indignantly.
Daniel scowled at him.
"In protest."
"You didn't protest. You
did whisper into my ear, 'Oh yes, Jack, yes, please!'," Jack supplied helpfully
and slightly smugly.
"I don't want to slide into
what I didn't want because I can't refuse you," Daniel admitted with hurtful
honesty.
"You've managed fine so far,"
Jack said edgily.
"No. I haven't."
Jack pulled a face. "Did
it occur to you that I would enjoy going down on you?" he asked mildly.
"No," Daniel replied at once.
"It didn't."
Jack winced and Daniel flushed
miserably, very aware of what had prompted setting these rules in the first
place. "I - I didn't mean it like that," he apologised awkwardly,
his hand tightening anxiously around Jack's arm.
"I know," Jack relaxed.
"I do know."
"Do you know I'm not going to
bail on you?" This was a real issue as far as Daniel was concerned.
This wasn't a power struggle or a game. He needed equality as much
as he needed Jack's respect. That meant they both had to make their
own choices freely. He had the hope now that they would choose to
be together. He would give Jack every chance, he would see him, sleep
with him, be with him. They might never want anal sex, either of
them, but that would be okay too.
"I'm not going down for the
Gipper, Daniel!"
Daniel choked with laughter,
horrified at the terrifying mental image that evoked. Jack laughed
too and they were okay again.
"I'd like to go down on you,"
Jack offered with quiet certainty.
"If you want…" Daniel accepted
uncertainly, smiling shyly. "Tonight. In bed. No pressure!"
he added hastily.
Jack nodded solemnly, his eyes
dancing. "You're adorable when you blush."
Daniel's face fell. Damn!
"You - um - noticed."
"The fish noticed," Jack informed
him callously.
"What?" Daniel asked as Jack
started to laugh.
"Do you realise every time I
look at you, you look over your shoulder trying to see what I'm looking
at?"
No? Was this quote 'adorable'
too?
"It's really cute," Jack said
provocatively.
Daniel took advantage of the
way they were each sprawled at opposite ends of the couch in a pleasant
tangle of legs to retaliate. He pointedly moved his foot from its
current location.
Jack snarled and snatched it
back. "Get with the program!"
Smiling slowly, Daniel dropped
his head to look up at Jack through his lashes. The impact was immediately
apparent. He arched his foot as Jack got hard - well, harder - then
resumed his maddeningly gentle rubbing between Jack's legs.
Jack caught his breath.
"You're driving me crazy."
"I know."
It was weird to tangle like
this, to have every word, look and touch resonate sex. Jack was stroking
Daniel's bare feet as his toes massaged an increasingly eager erection.
At least Jack wasn't pushy about it. As long as one foot was planted
on his crotch at all times, Jack was easy about what Daniel did with the
other, like, random example here, let it rest right there in Jack's free
hand so he could play with that one too.
Not pushy. Right.
Jack was about as shy and retiring as those wood ticks that burrowed into
your ass and wouldn't quit 'til you drowned them in Jack Daniels or lit
a fire under their little butts. Jack was more resilient.
Actually, Jack had a lot in
common with those annoying little ticks. Not just the ass thing.
He loved Daniel's nooks and crannies, he dug right in and he sucked blood.
Daniel had a hickey that would raise Janet's eyebrows straight through
her neat little chignon when he got back.
Daniel was puzzled by Jack's
persistent, protracted and embarrassingly excitable podalic fondling.
He didn't find feet attractive, even squeaky clean feet smelling of nothing
but the soap he'd snuck into the bathroom and ferociously scrubbed them
with after three jokes in a row about sucking. Jack seemed rather
taken with Daniel's feet, soap-scented or not, and was using his
palpable lack of enthusiasm to inveigle him into offering more of the quality
time Jack craved.
Jack was rather enjoying the
whole thing, so much so Daniel would have felt mean to reciprocate feet-wise
and deprive Jack of the pleasure of making him suffer for being a selfish
shit.
He glanced vaguely down at the
chessboard, parked on the floor in front of the couch.
"I'm only interested in mating,"
Jack stirred lazily. "In fact, I'd like an early night."
"It's four in the afternoon,"
Daniel protested. "We can't spend our entire vacation eating, sleeping
and having sex."
"Why not?" Jack asked reasonably.
"I'll make you talk," Daniel
threatened mischievously.
"Acushla, throw in a promise
to make me scream too and I'm yours," Jack responded instantly.
"Acushla?" Daniel queried.
"It's authentically linguistic,"
Jack smiled blandly. "So suck it up."
"Okay."
"What?"
"I said okay," Daniel smiled
blandly.
"I know what you said," Jack
snapped impatiently. "I want to know what you meant."
"I meant okay."
"No, you didn't."
"Yes, I did."
"Don't pull that reverse psychology
crap on me," Jack sneered. "It won't work. I aced the Special Ops
training in resisting mind control."
Really? How interesting.
"Let's go out," Daniel suggested. "I don't. Much."
"Out? Like a date?" Jack
mulled this over.
Daniel sensed Jack was calculating
how hard he had to work to get laid if he stayed right here. "It's
your turn to cook," he pointed out truthfully.
"Peg's it is."
Wow. It was always a pleasure
for Daniel to see cutting-edge military training in action. Jack
held out for a whole millisecond there. Daniel chuckled as they tumbled
off the couch, following Jack into the bedroom to change.
Jack went straight over to the
wardrobe and pulled out the leather pants. He tossed them to Daniel
along with the slinky teal shirt. There was a definite 'dare you'
gleam in his eye.
Watching as Jack carelessly
pulled out tight jeans and a soft blue-grey shirt, Daniel decided he dared
alright, even if it was only to see the look on Jack's face when he took
in the full horror of the pants.
He had to lie on the bed to
get them fastened.
"I have the same problem with
my BDUs some days," Jack joked.
Daniel stopped his struggle
with the zipper to give Jack a slow, comprehensive once-over.
Jack shifted uneasily under
his focused, blatantly appreciative attention.
"Wouldn't happen if you weren't
such a horny bastard," Daniel grinned, finally getting the zipper where
it should be and the button fastened. He attempted to sit up and
found he had to stay put.
"Want me to help you up?" Jack
asked after watching him lie there like a beached whale for some time.
"Would you?"
"My pleasure," Jack agreed with
alacrity, taking Daniel's hands to pull him up and then stealing a kiss
while he was adjacent and off-balance. Jack then assisted him into
his shirt, managing to maintain a lot of skin to skin contact while he
was fastening the buttons.
"You're very good," Daniel told
him admiringly.
Jack winked at him and kissed
him again.
Daniel slid his feet into his
shoes and bent gracefully - if slowly - from the waist to tie them.
"Jesus," Jack breathed huskily
behind him.
He straightened as Jack's arms
snaked around his waist and pulled him back, Jack rubbing suggestively
against his butt. Daniel reached behind him to cup Jack's head, resting
his other hand over Jack's clasped ones.
They stood quietly, close.
"Are you glad?" Jack asked suddenly.
"Mm-hm," Daniel sighed.
Getting a chance like this? He - they would have to work at it, but
that was something neither of them was afraid of. They'd worked hard
enough at their friendship over the years. "You?" he asked nervously.
"Getting there," Jack said simply.
"Good enough." He pulled
away. "I'm driving."
"You can drive back," Jack offered
generously.
"Not a chance!" Daniel argued
indignantly.
Jack gallantly took his ass
and escorted him from the cabin. "You can't hold your liquor for
shit, Daniel. Give it up."
"I can't if you get hammered."
"I thought I just had to put
my lips together and blow?" Jack asked lasciviously as he locked the cabin
door.
They bickered amiably as they
walked over to the truck, both of them knowing Jack would give Daniel the
keys. He wouldn't risk Daniel driving back in the dark in an unfamiliar
truck on unfamiliar roads. The big, bad colonel's big damn secret
was he didn't take risks at all. Ever. Not unless they were
calculated and only if he had no other choice. It went beyond discipline,
it was so much a part of who Jack was.
Jack was chuckling as he stomped
up to the passenger's side, daring Daniel to say a word as he tossed the
keys over to him. Daniel caught them neatly, smirking. Jack's
glare seemed to be missing something. Severity, for example.
"You're not going to put a foot
wrong tonight, are you?" Daniel queried as he started the truck.
"Nope," Jack agreed briskly,
wearing his customary pained 'Daniel is driving and I bitterly regret all
the times I dissed his damned Volvo' face.
"Wow!" Daniel called perkily
as they rolled gently down the track. "Listen to that engine purr."
"Daniel!" Jack warned him.
"Growl. Choke. Stutter,"
Daniel dissed happily.
"You're going to give me hell
tonight, aren't you?" Jack asked as Daniel pulled out onto the main road.
"Why would I do that?" Daniel
opened his eyes wide.
"Because you can."
It felt so normal, so right
to bicker after all the heavy silences and hurtful words between them that
Daniel went with it, relaxing into the easy, familiar banter. It
was good to share their friendship again, not use it against each other.
Daniel opened himself to his friend, time flying as he teased Jack mercilessly
about The Body.
"How many states do you know
have governors who come with their own action figures!" Jack defended Governor
Ventura hotly. "He was a Navy SEAL for God's sake!"
"I'm more interested in how
many state governors' action figures come with white spandex," Daniel said
dulcetly.
"He was a Pro-Wrestler," Jack
snapped defensively.
"O-kaay," Daniel conceded the
point. "How does that explain the feather boa?" he asked interestedly.
Jack turned his back on him
and refused to speak until Daniel pulled in to park in front of Peg's,
presuming the lot would be full at this time of night. Jack jumped
out onto the sidewalk, slamming his door behind him. Daniel chuckled
as he locked the truck and meekly followed his offended colonel into the
lobby.
There was music playing when
Jack shoved open the door of the bar.
Daniel heard a distinctive guitar
twang and bolted back the way he came. Jack caught him after a few
steps and marched him back. Daniel tried out something he'd watched
toddlers do in the supermarket, going limp and making Jack wrestle him
along by main force. It was a surprisingly effective tactic, especially
when combined with the high pitched whining. Toddlers clearly knew
more about hostage situations than SWAT teams.
"Country!" Daniel accused.
"Uh-huh. Shift your ass,
willya!" Jack retorted, giving him a hard shove.
Daniel dug his heels in.
"AND Western!"
He was horrified. He'd
rather have a session with Mackenzie than listen to this crap. Did
they usually inflict this stuff on innocent tourists? This was Minnesota,
not Texas!
"They have country and western
bars everywhere, including Colorado Springs," Jack said unsympathetically.
"No, they don't," Daniel contradicted.
"Not in any part of Colorado Springs I've ever been." He'd never
set foot in a place where he had to a listen to a band called - he snatched
up a flyer as Jack steered him past. "'Hogsbreath'?" he read, appalled.
One last vigorous shove sent him staggering into the bar 'n' grill proper.
Vinny waved unenthusiastically
from behind the bar.
Daniel wasn't surprised.
He and Jack made up Vinny's entire customer base. He unfortunately
made eye-contact with the band, all five members looking very pleased to
see him. They redoubled their efforts when Jack swaggered in behind
him.
Naturally, Jack insisted on
dragging him to a table right in front of them. Daniel felt horribly
guilty when the singer waved to him, smiling broadly. Jack happily
waved back, surreptitiously yet viciously elbowing Daniel until he waved
too, somewhat limply. Everything was twanging. The guitars.
The singer's generous bosom. His nerves.
Taking advantage of Jack's keen
interest in said bosom, Daniel made a break for the bar. His need
for inebriety was WAY greater than Jack's.
"Hey," Vinny grunted.
"The usual?"
"Is that a trick question?"
Vinny looked him up and down
in a way that made him scowl. "No."
Daniel had a weird feeling of
déjà vu. "You can tell what I drink just by looking
at me?"
"Yes."
"Can you also tell what I eat?"
"One well-done," Vinny jotted
something on his pad, "hold the Dijonnaise."
"Dijonnaise?" Daniel asked despite
himself.
"I'm holding it." Vinny
glanced past him to Jack. "And one medium rare. Extra everything."
Daniel was slightly annoyed
that Vinny was right.
"One pitcher of beer and a Gold
Cadillac."
The song - whatever it was -
which had been going on forever, stopped.
"Make that two large Southern
Comforts, hold the bottle over each glass for a really long time," Daniel
ordered briskly.
The singer announced the band
was taking a comfort break.
Daniel could not agree more.
"Plus two - three pitchers of
beer, a bottle of Jackdaniels," he added rapidly. It had occurred
to him that a band that was drinking was a band that wasn't twanging.
"And a Shirley Temple."
"For the lady?"
"For Jack. He's driving."
Vinny quirked an eyebrow.
"And if he wasn't driving?"
"Do you know how to make a Peppermint
Patty?" Daniel asked brightly.
"You only have yourself to blame.
You told me to do it," Jack callously informed him.
Daniel lay in an abject, shivering
heap on the ancient rug in front of the fire, the only heat in him sheer
incandescent fury. "I told you to drag me bodily out of bed, march
me up the dock and throw me in the lake if I wasn't up by nine?" he snarled.
Jack prudently stepped out of
range. "Yes."
"Why?" Daniel demanded.
"You needed to get to the church
on time."
"What?" Daniel asked blankly.
"You promised to marry Brenda
if she let you do the Shania Twain number."
"Who?" Daniel was drawing a
complete blank here.
Blank?
Try blanker.
Or maybe he should just settle
for blankest.
"Shania Twain," Jack said uncommunicatively,
crossing his arms over his chest.
"I don't know who that is,"
Daniel said at last, slow coiling horror beginning to get the better of
enraged hypothermia. Quite apart from vicarious humiliation, he was
slightly thrown by the fact he didn't know who Brenda was either.
"This was immediately apparent."
Jack eyed him pityingly.
"What…number?" Daniel asked
painfully, putting his putative fiancée to one side for the moment.
Allegedly engaged or not, his brain just wasn't up to dealing with Brenda.
"Do you really want to know?"
Jack asked crisply.
"No," Daniel responded instantly.
"'Man! I feel like a woman!'"
Jack informed him with considerable enjoyment.
"Oh, I didn't!" Daniel whimpered.
"To be fair, Brenda didn't know
anything by Chaka Khan," Jack admitted reasonably.
Daniel pulled his sodden T-shirt
over his face and whimpered some more.
"I on the other hand failed
to get shit-faced, hit high 'C' and Vinny," Jack observed stonily, "or
get laid."
"You didn't?" Daniel was amazed.
He must have passed out cold the minute they got through the door if Jack
made it through the night unmolested. "Why?"
"You threw up. You were
hugging the can for two hours," Jack enunciated.
Daniel was in no mood to admire
perfect diction. "Where were you?" And were you naked?
"Hugging you." Jack smirked.
"Did I mention you drank my Shirley Temple?" he added ruthlessly.
Daniel fled, Jack's laughter
hounding him through the bathroom door. Which he SO didn't slam.
Shower. Now!
Daniel set the shower away so
the water would have time to heat and stripped off his soaked clothes.
Still shivering, mostly from embarrassment, he wrapped a towel tight round
his waist.
O-kaay. Next?
He sat on the edge of the bath
and gathered his thoughts. It took some time. His mind was
like the LA freeway at rush hour. Wall to wall smog and synaptic
gridlock.
Shave? No. He wanted
to live and have sex.
Teeth? God, yes!
How much toothpaste was there? Daniel got up as carefully as he'd
sat down and tottered over to investigate the contents of the elderly medicine
cabinet. Half a tube? Who brought half a tube of toothpaste
on vacation? Apart from Jack, obviously. That might not be
enough. He neatly extracted Jack's Snoopy toothbrush, lavished on
something that promised faithfully in big bold letters to be minty fresh,
then scrubbed mercilessly and messily at his teeth.
An appalling thought struck.
Daniel yanked open the bathroom
door.
"Tell me I didn't throw up on
you!" he demanded apprehensively.
Jack put down his book and slowly
looked Daniel up and down. "You didn't throw up on me," he answered
distractedly.
Book? "What are you -
er…" Daniel gestured with Snoopy for emphasis.
"'Fly fishing' by J.R. Hartley.
What are you - er…" Jack gestured with his book for emphasis, mostly
at the towel.
Daniel held Jack's toothbrush
in front of his eyes for some time. Was that a trick question?
Jack tossed his book and ambled
over. "Do you want to?" he asked hopefully. "You know?"
He shrugged as if it was no big deal.
Whatever the hell the deal was.
Jack shot another long significant
look at the towel.
Daniel looked too.
"A little hair of the dog?"
Jack prompted.
Daniel was hung over, dehydrated,
damp in the drowned-rat sense of damp and smelly enough to make his own
nose wrinkle, shivering, unshaven and dribbling toothpaste. He was
pretty sure he threw up on Jack last night. He couldn't guarantee
he wouldn't throw up again.
He grabbed Jack by the ears
and kissed him hard. He met with no resistance until his nose jabbed
painfully into Jack's. They both yelped and broke apart. Daniel
re-established his grip on Jack's ears, hauled him bodily into the bathroom
and kicked the door shut behind them.
Jack unbuttoned the top button
on his shirt.
Daniel smacked his hands away
and just pulled the stupid-assed, clingy, in-the-goddamned-way thing apart.
"Hey!" Jack protested, dropping
his chin to glare at several buttons hanging by a thread. "I liked
this shirt. When it was alive," he added witheringly.
Daniel slowly peeled a dangling
button down to the end of its thread and let it drop, never breaking eye
contact as it tinkled gently on the floor. He released his towel,
which gracefully succumbed to the vagaries of gravity, pooling gently over
his feet.
"I like that more," Jack admitted
after a brief, contemplative silence.
Daniel snapped Jack's chin up
and mauled him, doing his damnedest to suck Jack's tongue clear out of
his mouth. Jack seemed to have no fault to find this, and they both
decided he was wearing too many clothes. Daniel tackled the zipper
while Jack held his ass supportively, forcefully shoved Daniel's tongue
back out of his mouth and tried a little mauling of his own. Daniel
chewed ecstatically on Jack's tongue.
Jack's jeans required two pairs
of hands to assist them on a downward trajectory, but Jack's penis achieved
escape velocity all on its own to poke Daniel in the stomach. They
redoubled their efforts to wrestle Jack free.
The instant Jack kicked the
jeans clear they stumbled into the bath and Jack crowded him against the
wall, the hot water making things slippery and interesting. Daniel
told himself it didn't matter how he got water into him so long as it got
there, wriggled out from under, darted behind Jack and shoved him against
the tile.
Then he started licking.
The nape of Jack's neck, warm
and sleek with water. His broad shoulders. The sharp point
of a shoulder blade. Daniel kissed a trail down each knot of Jack's
spine to kneel and press his face into the small of his back, slipping
his hand around to fondle his balls, cupped hot and heavy in his fingers.
Jack moaned as Daniel bit and
licked at his ass, fingers curling confidently round his penis, pumping
him fiercely, without finesse. Primal. Just how Jack had shown
Daniel he wanted it, needed it, his hips bucking roughly, demanding friction.
Daniel's hand tightened and quickened as he pulled himself up to rest his
other arm over Jack's, their fingers twining against the tile.
Daniel did what he'd dreamed
of for so very long, licking Jack's shoulder as he threw back his head
and came for him, came hard, crying out Daniel's name.
Jack turned and nuzzled into
him caressingly, then brought Daniel's hand to his mouth and kissed it.
"I'm such a fuck," he said soberly. "What's the dictionary definition
of a bigot?"
"One blindly or obstinately
devoted to a particular creed or…"
"Right next to a mugshot of
yours truly, huh?" Jack interrupted.
"Oh, no, Jack, no," Daniel whispered,
distressed. He hugged Jack protectively close. "No."
"Appreciate the thought, Danny,
but yes." Jack gently patted the hand spread over his belly, then
held it. "I'm sorry," he said simply. "I know in my gut you're
it, that there's nothing and no one but you for me. Part of me…I
hated that. Fought it for the longest time."
Daniel shifted awkwardly, biting
his lip.
"That hurts you," Jack murmured
regretfully.
"H-hurts you too."
"I rationalised wanting you."
Jack laughed, low and biting. "Just like you said. Just like
that. I thought I got to have it all. Got to keep my job, my
team. Got to be with you as much as I need to be. Scare you
how much," he promised, not teasing. "And I got to take you."
Jack turned and took Daniel into his arms. "I got this." His
hand clenched hard on Daniel's ass. "Got to bury myself balls-deep
in you. I want you. I need you. I need this." He
squeezed again, grimacing at what he saw on Daniel's still face.
"I need to fuck you and still feel like a man."
Daniel flinched, pulling away,
looking away as Jack angrily thwarted him, yanked him in close.
"I'm a fuck," Jack whispered
into Daniel's hair.
Jack was shaking and it was
instinct for Daniel to cradle him close, to lend him what strength he could.
"You can't change me, Danny.
You're it for me. I gotta change me for you. And me," Jack
admitted with difficulty. "As much as I love you - and I do, don't
ever doubt that, EVER…" He shook Daniel. He shook. "I
put that look in your eyes." Daniel lifted his head, Jack's hand
cupping his cheek, thumb brushing over his lips. "This look.
I thought I was a better man than this. I need to be."
"It doesn't matter about the
sex," Daniel rushed into the leaden silence. "It doesn't. It's
just us. As long as we're talking - as long as we're together…that's
what I need. That's all I need," he promised. "You seeing me…"
Jack fumbled behind him to shut
off the shower and they clambered out to towel off, watching one another.
Nothing was said, but they held each other as they walked into the bedroom
and got into bed.
Daniel opened his arms and Jack
settled close, facing him. He smoothed Daniel's damp hair, smiling
a little.
"You were saying?"
"We don't ever have to fuck,"
Daniel blurted. "It's so not the point! It was never the point…just…you
took my choice away. That's not…it's not respect, Jack," he said
gently. "This is enough for me. Everything," he admitted shyly,
face flaming. They kissed, a soft promise of closeness, of comfort.
Kissed again. His arms were clasped around Jack's neck before he
knew it, the kisses flowing one into another.
Daniel didn't realise he was
shivering until Jack was pulling back to search his face.
"Daniel?"
"You do love me," he said shakily.
"That's the first time I…" He bit off the unkind words, horrified.
"Believed me?" Jack's face was
tight.
"Sorry," he whispered regretfully.
"Don't be sorry. Just
patient," Jack asked. "You're right. I've got to stop thinking
that this isn't real until we fuck. What just happened…that was plenty
real. And hot."
Daniel's ebbing blush surged
again. He cleared his throat self-consciously. "Me too.
I mean, I'm not used to this either. I can't tell you're coming on
to me unless your pants are round your ankles."
"You still want the blowjob?
I thought you…that whole song and dance…" Jack took a moment to regroup
mentally. "What did you think I wanted? To wash your back?"
A man who sucked toes was capable
of anything! Who knew what perverted pleasure Jack could wring from
a soapy loofah and a wet, willing linguist.
"Do you?" Jack nudged him with
his knee.
"Do I what?"
"Daniel! Focus," Jack
ordered, taking Daniel's penis firmly in hand. "Blowjob?"
"Can you?" Daniel asked hesitantly.
"If you can't…I mean…Look, I've done a lot of research. I've heard
about supposedly straight men cruising gay bars for blowjobs, no strings
and sure as hell no reciprocation." It went without saying this was
complete anathema to Daniel. "Don't put pressure on yourself unnecessarily,
Jack, please. Not for me," he pleaded. Ignoring the frown directed
his way, he stroked his hand down Jack's arm and leaned in to kiss his
shoulder. "I'm happy with what we have right now. We're both
dealing with our sexuality. I don't think we should rush into things
we aren't ready for, however much we want them. We may never be ready,
and that's okay too."
Jack nodded thoughtfully.
"That's mature."
Daniel smiled tentatively.
"Mature sucks!" Jack hooted,
scooting down the bed laughing to tumble Daniel onto his back and take
a long, lascivious swipe at his balls.
Daniel emitted a strangled yelp.
Okay.
A squeak.
Jack sat up, licking his lips.
"Not chicken."
Daniel sat up and hit him.
Jack smirked and leaned in to
steal another long, dreamy kiss. They tumbled back to the bed, arms
around one another, passion beginning to heat the tenderness. Every
time Jack lifted his head, Daniel strained up to deepen the kiss, to hold
him, bring him close again. Daniel's hands were everywhere, feverishly
stroking every inch of this man he'd coveted for so long.
He heaved up, shoving Jack hard
onto his back and rolled on top of him, peppering kisses over his throat,
chest, shoulders…the palms of his hands…Up again to cradle his beloved
face in gentle hands and kiss each closed eye…nose…cheeks…the straight,
proud mouth…
They kissed again, deeply, Daniel
aching and unsatisfied, hips stirring restlessly against Jack's.
Tantalising images of Jack going down on him danced through his mind.
He wanted Jack desperately, but meant what he said about putting unnecessary
pressure on themselves. Hot or not, it was better to wait until they
both wanted to move on to that level of intimacy.
Jack's hips bucked up suddenly,
knocking him, off-balance, the smooth follow-through leaving Daniel sprawling
as Jack slid rapidly down to take an experimental lick at the base of his
penis. Jack looked up doubtfully as Daniel shuddered from head to
toe, shrugged philosophically and licked again, a little lower.
All he knew was Jack, the tentative
swipes of moist, limber heat touching, tasting…testing. He reached
out slowly, fingers clenching and flexing rhythmically, white-knuckled
in the sheet, in answer to Jack's gentle, curious swipes. Though
his hips were rigidly controlled, Daniel was restive, his shoulders curling
up from the bed as he shook, his belly heaving with the effort to be still
for Jack.
"Oh, Jack," he breathed, allowing
himself a fleeting caress of Jack's head. His hand was caught before
he could pull it away, Jack first kissing palm and wrist, then slowly sucking
his finger into his mouth, eyes liquid with sin. Daniel quivered
as Jack's tongue pulsed around his finger, easing clear to blow gently
on the fingertip.
Jack watched him as he lowered
his head to touch his tongue delicately to the head of Daniel's penis.
He was painfully erect, his body tense and needy. He gasped at that
first slick flicker, crying out helplessly, throwing back his head as Jack
slowly took him into his mouth, engulfing him in sleek, demanding heat.
Jack began to suck, somewhat uncertainly. Daniel's soft moan had
Jack relaxing, his movements smoothing, mouth tightening now around Daniel,
the subtle scrape of teeth against his sensitive skin drawing another moan
of pleasure from him.
Daniel reached down to take
Jack's hands. He groaned, arching once more from the bed as Jack
took him in deeper, sucking in earnest now. Something shocked clear
through him, intense, his body tightening as if in pain, but there was
no pain, there was only Jack. His Jack. Undeniably his now.
The need that had been eating
him alive for too long was answered now by Jack's explicit avowal of trust
and commitment. He had Jack's promise to be with him in words, and
now in the generous mouth moving on him like silk. Daniel's balls
tightened reflexively because this was so good, so right…Jack's nose crinkled
but he swallowed Daniel's bitter excitement without complaint, unlike Sarah.
Jack's fingers spread to take
his between, his grasp close to painful as he first took Daniel in deeper,
teeth tight and scraping, the exquisite pressure on his achingly, exquisitely
sensitised flesh making Daniel shiver. Then he slowly withdrew, sucking
all the way. Daniel thrashed mindlessly on the pillows as Jack rested,
tormenting him with teasing flickers of his tongue and gentle nibbling,
only to engulf him again.
Daniel began to curl up on himself,
knees meeting thighs, toes digging into the mattress, his shoulders lifting
clear, throat working soundlessly as sullen pleasure coiled heavy and deep,
electrifying his body. It was driving him out of his mind to be careful
with Jack when he wanted to grab him and hold him just so, fuck that lovely
mouth…
He respected the man, even admired
him. He loved Jack with all that he was, all he could give, and so
he lay still, wholly giving himself over to his lover, his senses swimming
in ecstatic, unimagined intimacy. Having Jack so close to him, in
this act so entirely his…it was almost more than he could take.
More than his body could take,
certainly. The rhythm found them both, shook and stirred each of
them profoundly. The intensity, the rightness of what they were sharing
sang through Daniel, his body throbbing all over, shocking him with the
knowledge that he was going to come in Jack's mouth.
Jack's tongue was hot and tight
around him, slick and squeezing as he slurped and sucked greedily.
Wild, blinding pleasure surged up from his curled toes to slam into his
brain, his body convulsing, everything, everything he had exploding out
of him with something close to a scream as his penis pulsed and jerked
in Jack's mouth.
He came to himself, shaking
and sweaty in Jack's arms. "Sorrysorrysorry," Daniel apologised in
a thread of a voice, cupping Jack's face in shame and remorse. All
he could do was pant and quiver and cling.
"Shit! I swallowed." Jack
pulled a pantomime 'eww!' face. "How dumb was that?"
"So sorry, Jack," Daniel whispered.
"I lost control."
"Me too. I guess…" Jack
faltered. "It doesn't get any more real than this, huh? You
just came in my mouth and I swallowed."
"You're freaked," Daniel acknowledged
sadly, swallowing his guilt and disappointment to snuggle closer supportively,
guessing they wouldn't be trying this again in a hurry. He was willing
to reciprocate though, that went without saying. Whenever Jack wanted
him…
"Youbetcha I'm freaked!" Jack
agreed vigorously. "I just swallowed your sperm for God's sake, and
I…er…I kinda…er…" Jack took a deep, difficult breath. "Enjoyed
it," he admitted reluctantly, shooting Daniel a distinctly accusatory look.
"You did?" An incredulous
smile broke out, joy tumbling through Daniel.
Considerably provoked, Jack
kissed him soundly. If his intent was punishment, it failed miserably.
"Mmm," he sighed as Daniel eagerly opened to him.
The faint salt tang surprised
Daniel. He leaned back in surprise, reflexively licking his lips.
Still a little wild around the
eyes, Jack yanked him straight back into the most tender, intense kiss
they'd yet shared. They lay close in the rumpled sheets, arms tight
around one another, feasting on willing lips, aggressive tongues and arching
throats, soft sighs sounding and quick panting breaths snatched as the
slow sweet kiss inexorably deepened.
Daniel didn't notice when he
was eased onto his back. He only felt that rightness when Jack's
granite weight pinned him to the bed, knees roughly parting his legs so
Jack could MOVE. He felt the tremor in Jack's legs as he pistoned
into Daniel's tired, sated body and it shocked him. He kept telling
Jack he wasn't used to this and it was true. He wasn't used to Jack
messy, hot and wild for him, Jack's mouth asking sweetly and his body TELLING.
He felt the same tremor of pleasure
in his own legs when it was really good and really right and he knew he'd
never made any woman feel as good as he made Jack feel. Jack came
so easily for him and showed him so much…it felt good to be so wanted,
to open himself up to pleasure and the rush of rough, heated touch again.
He was with a man. Hot,
hard, hairy. Greedy. Gloating. Gorgeous. Outrageous
and offensive everything. His colonel, HIS, who was completely gone
here. Far gone. Long gone and throwing everything he had at
Daniel including the kitchen sink. He lifted his legs to wrap around
Jack's lean waist, ankles hooking comfortably over the strong, sweat-sleek
back, his body rhythmically pounded into the mattress by the power and
stamina of the aggressive, almighty O'Neill.
"I. Love. You!"
Jack snarled against his mouth, throwing back his head to let out a 'MINE!'
roar as he came. "DANIEL!"
Daniel cradled Jack close as
he shook and heaved, collapsing boneless and heavy on him. He ached
from head to foot and after a sloppy, grateful kiss, the smug, snoring
dead weight on his chest didn't give a shit.
"I love you too, you selfish
bastard," Daniel whispered, smiling tenderly as he kissed the tufted grey
hair tickling his chin.
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