Jack said reasonably. "It's late, you've had a drink…" He glanced
out the windows at the garden, glittering cuttingly in the stark
moonlight. "And the roads will be slick and treacherous in this
weather. Why don't you stay the night?"
Just stoke the inner furnace a little higher, whydontcha,
O'Neill? Trying out for spontaneous combustion here?
looked out the window too. For a long moment Jack thought he
would refuse, then he pulled a wry face and slumped back onto the
couch. "Twist my arm, why don't you?" he invited softly, holding
up his crystal glass meaningfully.
grinned, getting up to pour another stiff shot of Bushmills for
Daniel. He chose to hold Daniel's hand cupped in his as he coaxed
the precious liquid into the antique glass, a legacy from Jack's Nana.
might come off as if he was steadying the shaky grip of a
linguist held the fragile old crystal with the same contradiction of
caution and unacknowledged sensuality that the colonel was holding his
linguist's strong, elegant hand, his skin warm and smooth against
glanced up from the glass, met and was held by Daniel's eyes, glowing
fire-lit brilliance right at him. His carefully casual glance
became an outright stare, one of too damned many for Daniel not to
good." Daniel moved his hand sharply, an unmistakeable cut-off gesture.
Shy now for good reason, he dropped his head uncertainly to stare into
his glass, his cheeks flushing.
backed off with an easy comment about the heat of the fire.
Could you be more fucking obvious, O'Neill? Why don't
you just put your hands on him and make the court-martial real quick?
poured himself a stiffer one, set it on the table and dropped back into
his seat. He pulled a cushion onto his lap, cursing the vain
impulse that had him wanting to look good in too-tight denim.
had never looked as good as Daniel, who was stretched out on the couch,
one arm pillowed behind his head, the other curved over his hip,
consciously held still to hide the tension Jack could clearly see in
his slim frame.
was dressed in jeans too, tighter than Jack was used to seeing him in,
accentuating the long, lithe legs, drawing his eye down to the bare
feet braced against the other arm of the couch. The sweater was
ribbed, high necked and long sleeved, deceptively simple, the silvery
grey framing the ivory tones of Daniel's face.
regretted the way Daniel shifted uncomfortably, their formerly
companionable silence now edged with a hesitance he hadn't seen in his
friend since the earliest days of his return from Abydos. He
half-expected Daniel to cut and run; the glass lay untouched on the
hungry," Daniel announced suddenly, overly emphatic, aware of it and
wincing reflexively at his own gaucheness. He swung himself up
from the couch and padded up the stairs towards the kitchen.
raised his glass in silent toast as the clinging sweater flowed with
the clean, graceful lines of Daniel's body, the soft grey just skimming
his ass. He shifted the pillow to cup his aching erection with
was no answer. He'd thrown on his oldest sweats, his jerking off
pants, got down and dirty with a coupla beers and a slutty redhead
bursting out of a nurse's uniform, getting the ride of her life over an
operating table from a surgeon who reminded him disconcertingly of
redhead's moans of 'Jesusjesusjesus' - twenty-three, he'd counted them
- had irritated him and he'd leaned back, closed his eyes and thought
of Daniel's mouth.
thought about sliding his dick like silk between those lush, inviting
lips, burying himself in the warmest, tightest spot he'd been in years,
Daniel's tongue licking him, hot, massaging pressure working him,
rubbing him just right, Christ, just there…
came right there in his skanky old pants, and when the shaking stopped
and he did finally lay a hand on his dick, he was still half-hard and
came again thinking about taking Daniel his first time, pushing deep
into gripping heat, reaching down to cradle the soft swell of Daniel's
belly, feel himself moving inside. The first. The only.
said," Daniel's patient voice rang out from the kitchen, making Jack
jump and snatch his hand clear to rest it on the cushion. "Do you
a freezing, endless moment Jack was sure he'd spoken the word aloud, it
hit him so hard. He looked up to see Daniel hovering at the top
of the stairs, watching him intently, appearing incongruously
indecisive for the simple matter of which flavour of ice cream to gorge
you want to t-talk about it?" Daniel stuttered, desperately embarrassed
yet grimly determined to help. Instinctive generosity warred with
his defences, the mere thought of Jack in need, in pain, utterly
dick throbbed sullen, taking need as Daniel's alluring vulnerability
got him totally wired and pounding. "Talk about what?" he asked
evenly, not giving an inch, knowing his gentle and innately honourable
friend couldn't stand there and ask him straight out if he was
He couldn’t sleep at night. He got no rest, no peace, no release
that wasn't in Daniel. In the field, with what he desired most right
there in his hands, under his command, looking to him, needing him,
HIS, he was in the game of his fucking life. He was energised,
untouchable, getting right out there and doing it.
was falling silently apart in his empty house.
was wrong. So wrong. He knew Daniel had never been fucked
by a man, never even kissed a man, knew it in his gut. Daniel had
no awareness of other men as sexual beings, none, and worse, so little
awareness of his own appeal he'd scare the shit out of old John Wayne,
let alone Jack O'Neill.
not gonna debate this, Daniel." He wagged a reproving finger,
proud of his composure, determined to pull his nuts from the fire
before Daniel got burned. "Don't touch my maple pecan."
Take it, Daniel, take the cue.
was regretful when Daniel nodded stiffly and turned away without
bothering to riposte the latest volley in the ongoing battle over
dessert. Was on his feet and moving before his brain engaged and
still failed to stop him in his tracks.
hurt you," he said directly as he strode into the kitchen to find
Daniel staring blindly at nothing.
lied to me," Daniel whispered, seeming to fold in on himself before
pulled Daniel roughly into his arms, not thinking how dangerous it was,
caring only that Daniel's confident suppleness was gone, rigidity and
resistance in its place. He was used to Daniel accepting, melting
into his touch. "It's nothing I can talk about." His tone
was harsh, but what he said was true enough. "Nothing you can
shifted awkwardly as the words impacted, covering by pulling
away. The pause where he didn't know what to do was long enough
Jack caught it.
let it be, Daniel," Jack ordered, glad to hear he sounded a little
closer to normal even if Daniel didn't. "Please."
turned away to pull open the refrigerator door, taking a carton of ice
cream at random.
Jack remembered his cover story at the last minute.
Daniel rifled through the jumble in the cutlery draw, extracting two
spoons. "It's antisocial to eat ice cream alone."
got it. Daniel was taking him at his word. With a
vengeance. What else was a poor linguist to do with a man who
could eat him alive but cosy up to him on the couch and drive him
insane? There was no problem. He had Jack's word for it,
while Jack's every look, every move betrayed the lie.
This is one stubborn sonovabitch you've fallen for,
O'Neill. You're completely out of your ever-loving empty fucking
mind and you know it.
Like you can help it.
Daniel sat right next to him, so close the heat of him soaked into
Jack's starved body, he had to admire his guts. It couldn't be
easy wondering if every look, every move and touch from his closest
friend and erstwhile C.O. was sex. Not that he thought Daniel was
frigid or judgemental or anything. He was just straight.
Celibate and straight. Out of his depth, practically jumping out
of his skin, drowning and still achingly sweet.
leaned into him, gloating as Daniel refused to be crowded, leaning
right back, pressing his warmth and solidity into Jack as he sat
silent, voluptuously suckling ice cream from his spoon. Jack
watched entranced as Daniel brooded, intensely aware of his
overpowering nearness, the long-coveted scent and feel of him.
You can't do it. You can't say it. Don't make it
real. Don't make him leave you. You only get to fuck you
over, O'Neill, not him. Confused, he can live with. And so
can you. You cannot, you will not hurt him.
you want to kiss me?" Daniel challenged brusquely, too loud and almost
shrill. He flinched when Jack moved instinctively to protect,
deny, reassure. The scared, deprecating look Daniel shot him as
his face flamed shamed Jack when nothing else had.
No. That was stupid, I'm sorry. Sorry," Daniel blurted,
agitated now. "I'm not used to…I…I'm not twelve years old," he
said angrily, taking a deep, steadying breath as Jack got up, gave him
some room. "I meant to ask do you want to have sex with me?"
Jack snapped, hating himself for wanting exactly that, for having no
control where Daniel was concerned. He was used up and hiding
behind it. Daniel deserved so much better than a cheap, sordid
bastard, a fucking voyeur.
look at me as if you do."
I?" Jack asked hoarsely.
sex with m-me?" Daniel stuttered.
looked at Daniel searchingly, shaking his head ruefully at the proud
tilt of his chin.
You meant no but you won't back down, huh, Daniel?
walked back to his friend, pulled him up from the couch, resting his
hands on the braced shoulders. Despite the head held high, Daniel
was anxious about what Jack would actually do with the carte blanche
he'd just been given. Jack leaned in, holding Daniel's wide eyes
with his own, lifting his head at the last moment to brush a kiss
against his forehead. "Goodnight, Daniel."
jerked under his hands, disbelieving, slow burning humiliation and
anger wrenching him free of Jack to run up the stairs without a
word. He stalked down the hallway and disappeared. A few
moments later, the door to Jack's spare room was emphatically closed
scrubbed his palm across his eyes. Daniel was sensitive about his
inability to hold his liquor but gave as good he got when Jack teased
him about it. It was shitty to make Daniel believe his judgement
was impaired, that he'd got out of line, made a huge mistake. He
was going to put in a long night of soul searching and in the morning,
he'd finish Jack off completely by apologising.
Way to go, O'Neill.
made the fire safe, checked each of the windows, locked the door and
set the alarm, soothed by the mundane familiarity of routine, then made
his way to change for bed. No way was he staying up alone.
Climbing into a bottle of Bushmills wasn't the answer to his problems,
or a way to fix what he'd just shit all over Daniel from a great height.
sat on his bed for a moment, looking round the room. Even after
all this time, it was as bland and featureless as a hotel room.
Plain white walls and polished wood, a few plants…just like the rest of
his house. It couldn't be more obvious all he did here was
sleep. There was no sense of shared space or presence. Just
him. Not quite bleak, just terribly pragmatic. He hadn't
cared enough to make an effort. It showed. After six years,
this was still where he lived. He had no love for the place, it
wasn't a home. He pared it down to the essentials and got through
his life with the minimum of fuss.
to stand in front of the closet, he unbuttoned his shirt, ingrained
habit forcing him to hang his clothes neatly. Clutter meant delay
and delay could kill.
was used to this. There was no place for upheaval, for
Daniel. Friends was good. Friends worked for both of
them. He wanted more, wanted everything, and couldn't have
it. He knew all the reasons why, had worn himself out arguing in
tossed on his old jerk-off pants and crawled into bed, basking for a
moment in the warmth and stillness of the house. He tried not to
think about Daniel in the next room and failed miserably. Every
nerve sang with a tension that knotted his gut and filled his dick as
he strove to fight his mind clear of all that smooth, golden skin…the
flat belly…those long, long legs wrapped around his back as he…
hadn't drunk his water. He always did, to stave off dehydration
and the inevitable hangover. No one knew better than Daniel how
badly he coped with alcohol. Jack was on his feet and headed out
to the kitchen before he was sure whether his conscience had finally
kicked in or his twitching dick was still doing the driving. All
he knew was his mind was filled with siren images of Daniel sleepy and
sprawling when he eased open the door to the spare room.
had no excuse for the fury that flamed through him, leaving him
breathless, trembling and cheated when he saw Daniel neatly asleep,
cheek cupped in one hand, the other curled over the edge of the
pillow. Jack moved noiselessly to set down the glass within reach
on the bedside table, unable to drag his eyes from the sleek bulge of
Daniel's bicep and broad shoulder, bathed in moonlight.
felt shaken and unreal, his terrible need to touch Daniel driving him
from his side before his conscience engaged. He was afraid if he
touched, he wouldn't stop. He pulled the door shut behind him,
and found himself rooted to the spot, as if he'd reached his
limit. Perhaps he had. Daniel was all he knew, the only
thing that could make this stop.
turned to lean his burning face against the door, wanting to
stop. He had to. Nothing good would come from giving in to
this, not for Daniel. Jack was a quitter. It was a hard
truth. He failed the people he loved but he couldn't fail Daniel,
it just wasn't in him to do that. After Sara, he'd sworn there'd
be no one else left desolate in his wake, and he had to have Daniel
knew Jack wanted him, was sure enough to take the risk he had, speaking
out like that.
should have slammed the breaks on hard, but it was such a goddamn rush,
Jack was more alive than he'd been for longer than he could even
remember. Daniel was the only one who did this, took him head on,
fought him, pushed him. He didn't just love Daniel, he was
compelled by him in a way he had never been with anyone.
hands clenching around the door frame, his body shook as he fought
himself not to open this door, not to take what Daniel had offered in
that straightforward way of his because he knew Daniel loved him and
would give him anything he could. He had the man heart and soul,
he knew that, Daniel wasn't exactly Joe Cool on his best day.
Taking his body…Jack thought he would die inside if he didn't, but he
could not do it.
didn't have the right. The intensity of being so intimate, so
bound up in one another they sometimes didn't see anyone else left no
room for anyone to come between them. A sexual partnership wasn't
an inevitability between men with as close a friendship as
theirs. As much as he craved taking Daniel's virginity, it was
what kept him here, unwilling to take the risk and unable to walk away.
loathed his own draining inertia; it cut at him deep to lose
control. It was in Daniel to make Jack do anything, and he could
only be grateful Daniel didn't understand his own power or the true
depth of his hold over him.
door handle moved. Jack suppressed a childish desire to jerk away
and bolt, choosing instead to stand his ground and face what he felt
would be an ending.
pulled the door open, standing warily but much too close. "Jack?"
soft, uncertain question brought Jack's eyes up from his contemplation
of Daniel's feet, his gaze sliding over Daniel's skin with specifically
physical impact. Daniel trembled when he lingered on the slender
hips, the tight underwear leaving nothing to an experienced
imagination. He didn't blame Daniel for taking that defensive
step back, but he was proud when Daniel caught himself and came forward
Close enough is too damned close.
heat of their bodies commingled as they stood a breath apart.
hate to see you like this," Daniel sighed, his breath whispering
against Jack's mouth. "I'm sorry it took me so long to see it."
straightened up, disapproving Jack's futile, facile protest.
"That you want me," he answered with pardonable sharpness. "That
you couldn't ask me," he said more gently. "I don't know what I could
have done to lead you to think I wouldn't understand, wouldn't talk it
through," he added, sounding as distressed as he looked.
don't want to talk it through. I don't want your understanding,"
Jack denied flatly.
I want you.
can!" Daniel protested vehemently.
you ever been fucked by a man?" Jack regretted the impulse to shock, to
shut Daniel down hard, the instant the words were out his mouth, ugly
with intent to wound.
Cruel to be kind is a fuck in the head.
Daniel answered woodenly. "Is that what this is?"
hands were gripping Daniel's hips before he was consciously aware of
having moved. He flinched as Daniel's hands cautiously came up to
rest lightly on his shoulders. They each stood their ground.
occurred to him he needed to give Daniel a reality check. He
tightened his hold as he pushed his hips forward into Daniel's.
The choked gasp of shock as Daniel realised how hard he got Jack
without even touching gave him no satisfaction. "That's exactly
what this is."
an arrogant bastard," Daniel whispered. "Did it occur to you even
once to think about what I needed?"
thought about nothing else."
You don't need me.
don't go for men," Jack explained with what little patience he could
but your premise is faulty. Your supposition that I'm straight…"
and straight," Jack interjected in the interests of accuracy.
ignored the interruption. "Suggests to me you're the one with the
preconceptions and the prejudice. Not being attracted to men in
general doesn't preclude being attracted to you," he said firmly.
"The former is an abstract, the latter…"
mention of concrete would be in very poor taste," Jack retorted, unable
to hide a smile as Daniel's valiant attempt to hide in the familiarity
of a lecture foundered on Jack's disconcerting nearness and the hands
holding him too close for comfort.
you kiss me, Jack?" Daniel challenged him directly.
kissed him, a hard, closed mouth kiss that shut Daniel up as nothing
else had. He rocked, leaning instinctively into Jack's warmth,
speechless, totally at a loss.
Here endeth the lesson.
you're not ready for that, you're not ready for this." Jack
cupped himself meaningfully.
was his turn to jump when Daniel snatched a quick firm kiss of his own.
stood still, staring for the longest time, breathing hard.
sighed and kissed Jack again, shaking with nerves and pushy enough to
leave bruises if Jack hadn't grabbed his ass. His lips parted in
a gasp and Jack slid in, resting his tongue over Daniel's. He
moved then, his arms locked in the small of a slim, straight back as he
crowded Daniel towards the bed, just a few steps behind them in the
got onto the bed in an awkward scramble, unwilling or unable to break
the kiss as they stretched out side by side, moving into each other
instinctively. Daniel's tongue squeezed against his and he pushed
back urgently as Daniel began to suck, the sensation shocking a path
straight to his groin. His dick jerked hard against Daniel's hip
and he rubbed himself indolently against the sharp bone, aware of
answering pressure swelling against his belly as the passionate kiss
deepened. Daniel was moaning, greedy for pleasure despite the
shyness that had him holding his hips away from Jack's. He
quivered from head to foot when Jack slid his thigh between Daniel's to
rub against him.
began to touch, hands firm on Daniel's skin as he stroked over the
knots in his spine, the tight jersey fabric rough by comparison when he
cupped and kneaded Daniel's ass. He was dimly aware of Daniel
shifting edgily but he was consciously focused on the sweet, silken
mouth he was devouring, the lush lips pliant and yielding beneath
his. Daniel's hands were curled tight around Jack's arms.
moved back to slide his hand between them, caressing the gentle ridges
of muscle jerking from his touch. He'd always known Daniel would
be wonderful, but the reality was electrifying. He pushed his
fingers into the swell of belly beneath Daniel's navel, down, working
his hand beneath the waistband of Daniel's underwear. He was
yanked back to himself when Daniel's hand grabbed imperatively at his
Daniel protested thickly, pulling away. "No. Please."
He rolled onto his back, breathing hard and trembling, his arm flung
across his eyes.
don't want me to touch you."
mirrored Jack's gesture from earlier, grabbing his bulging crotch.
Well, duh, O'Neill.
what I figured," Jack said as gently as his raging frustration allowed.
moving too fast," Daniel snapped, catching Jack's hand as he rolled out
of bed. "That's it?" he asked bleakly. "I won't put out and
Jack stammered, taken aback. "I figured I'd done enough damage."
shut me out. I can take anything but that," Daniel whispered, too
proud to beg but painfully close to it.
turned his hand in Daniel's for a moment. "Promise," he said
scrambled up and slid beneath the covers as Jack walked away, weight
crashing in on him with every step.
to bed, Jack."
soft-spoken demand froze Jack with his hand on the door.
His master's voice.
stay with me. Please."
with you is a bad idea on so many levels, Daniel, not all of them to do
with fucking you," Jack informed him grimly.
heard the shake in Daniel's voice and had to respond, had to see.
attracted to you. I'm confused as hell and I don't know what to
Lying would be good. Not looking at me like that, with
your heart in your eyes. I could go for that in a big way, huge,
because I can't stand this.
just…I need you."
was a limit to dignity it seemed, as much as there was a limit to
control, which meant squat to Jack weighed against Daniel being so hurt
and so in need of him. He closed the door instead of going
through it, walking back over to the bed. Daniel hitched over to
make room for him, grateful and fearful. Jack pulled up the
covers and found himself with an armful of hot, shaky linguist, lost
and looking for a constant, a single point of reference to find his way.
can't do anything for you," Jack explained urgently. "I want
this." He pulled Daniel closer, stroking soothingly over his back
and shoulders. "I want you. I won't advise you to walk away
and I can't tell you to give me - us - a shot. It wouldn't be
not looking for advice," Daniel contradicted. "I'm not offering
absolution. I need the truth from you."
That's my boy. Why'd you think I fell so hard in the
enough. You want a Q&A? Knock yourself out."
you want to have sex with me?" Daniel asked directly.
never had any complaints," Jack fired back, facetious despite himself.
blushed. "Have you been looking at me like…you know?" he
long." To his surprise, Daniel accepted that without comment.
you want to be with me?" Daniel chewed his lip thoughtfully.
"Together." He mulled some more, still nibbling. "In a
relationship. Um…lovers," he elaborated.
took Daniel's hand and placed it on his crotch. His dick jerked
snatched his hand away. "I'll take that as a yes," he muttered
question about being fucked by a man? That was not rhetorical,"
Jack said crisply.
too," Daniel blurted.
Jack prompted. "That kind of pre-supposes having sex, and don't
give me any crap about my preconceptions, not when it never so much as
crossed your mind I was attracted to you."
to fuck me," Daniel corrected snidely.
Daniel asked intently, his tension elevating. "Why me?"
the way Jack had been lying to them both, he couldn't evade the
question. He'd gone easy on himself, thinking about being
thwarted of the sex and the heat in his veins because it was too much,
too fucking hard to open himself to his stultifying feelings. It
had taken everything he had to live the lie and the truth couldn't hurt
now even if it might get him Daniel. He was aware of the
contradiction in that but it didn't change how he felt. He'd
sabotaged his own efforts to keep Daniel clear of him because he
couldn't get free of Daniel. "I'm in love with you."
soft words slammed into Daniel with the force of a blow, leaving him
open-mouthed and struggling for words.
think it's a stupid idea sleeping together when I'm half-crazy wanting
you and you don't want to rush into sex," Jack announced
forthrightly. "Whatever you need, you've got," he added
brusquely, hoping Daniel took him at his word. He didn't want to
have to get sappy and communicate. It was his turn to be at a
loss; Daniel looking at him like this made it impossible to
think. He just wanted to stare, to lose himself in that beguiling
face. "If you…that is…er…"
why I was so confused," Daniel confided. "I do. I want
you. I just don't know why."
Jack grumbled, a little offended by the subtle diss of Daniel's mild
not like you're the first guy who's been interested," Daniel said
vaguely, reaching out to tentatively touch Jack's face.
not?" Jack asked coolly, rattled about reading Daniel's innocence wrong
and annoyed about it showing.
eyed him doubtfully, aware he'd been tactless. "It's the first
time I've been interested," he offered quietly, his fingertips
smoothing over Jack's cheek. "I've always politely refused
propositions, especially at work."
That better be museum work.
Air Force took to me in a big way," Daniel said blithely, not
particularly interested in the irrelevance of past history. He
was annoyingly just and forgiving. Jack was not.
did the corps," Daniel added, risking a quick smile.
fellow officers have been propositioning you?" Jack was
distracted Daniel's feather-light touches on his face, kissing the
thumb brushing over his lips.
So much for worrying about the insular, innately aggressive
male-dominated hierarchical power structure of a closed society."
Daniel quirked his brows quizzically, a little embarrassed by what he
saw as his naïveté. "They're a bunch of people just
like any others. My own fault for not separating the individual
from the larger community. The difference seems to be one of
focus and once I…"
didn't tell Daniel to shut up. He simply cupped his head and
pulled him into a deep, slow, passionate kiss, eating him alive.
arched lazily, taking his pleasure lingeringly. He was quiet and
dazed when Jack freed him, dreamily licking his lips as if to verify
this was real. He yawned and curled up at Jack's side, draping
his arm over Jack's chest. "I've never been to bed with a man
before." He seemed sleepily amused by the notion.
never know," Jack assured him solemnly as he rolled onto his side
facing Daniel, holding him close.
bit his lip. "I'm sorry about…you know…not being ready for sex."
opened his eyes at that, wincing. "I'll let you know as soon as…I
mean, I am attracted to you. Not that I was as obvious as…" He
trailed off into edgy silence.
obvious as whom?" Jack snapped.
Satterfield," Daniel said lamely, refusing to look Jack in the eye.
had wanted to punch Satterfield out. It said a lot for his state
of mind over The Crush because he usually only wanted to punch Haley
out. He felt he owed Daniel something for a truly odious
comparison. He was an Air Force colonel. It was ridiculous
for Daniel to imply he'd been carrying on like some chippie with more
hormones than hair. "Are you nervous about the sex?" he asked
sympathetically, hugging Daniel tenderly to him.
Daniel denied hastily. "Well, yes, but…I mean…"
could talk about it," Jack offered nobly, looking supportively into
Daniel's wide, worried eyes.
Daniel asked feebly.
was hoping we could just…" Daniel waved an eloquent hand. "…do
you're up to it?" Jack asked blandly.
I don't want to talk about having sex with you." Daniel blinked
rapidly. "If you're willing to talk so…intimately…"
in fact at all," Daniel added, ruining the effect. "Does that
mean we're trying this? Being together?" he asked shyly, resting
his chin on Jack's shoulder.
give you a try," Jack offered generously.
expect my mood to improve until yours does," Jack pointed out an
unpalatable truth crisply. "Especially if you insist on going to
bed with me almost naked and plastering yourself to me."
didn't seem particularly sympathetic to Jack's plight, choosing this
moment to achieve a boneless sprawl over all the parts of Jack he found
comfortable. "You're nice and warm," he commented drowsily,
going to sleep?" Jack asked in disbelief as Daniel's eyelids
fluttered. "You're in bed with me for the first time and all you
want to do is catch some Z's? Daniel? Daniel!"
Daniel murmured obediently, gently kissing Jack's throat. "Missed
missed it too." Jack stroked the silky hair tickling his
chin. "Putty in your hands here," he admitted ruefully as
Daniel's trust punched through all his defences.
Perfect. Just perfect, Danny. Thanks.
Really. You turn my life upside down, climb into my bed, tell me
you love me even if you don't know why. We resolve nothing except
I'm horny and you want me. You think. Have to say I was
underwhelmed by your enthusiasm there. You insult me a little
then fall asleep on me. Literally.
me again why I fell in love with you?"
Wakey wakey. We've got to talk about the guys at work,
the 'obvious', and some minor stuff. You know. Small
irritations like being in love and having sex for the first time.
You've got to be kidding me.
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