"Excuse me?" Daniel
asked, even though he'd heard Jack perfectly the first time.
What he was stalling
Lots of time.
"I said," Jack
enunciated with exaggerated clarity, "do you find me attractive?"
"Um…" Daniel looked
directly at his friend, taking in the strong, handsome face, filled
with character. "Yes?" he answered, a slight questioning lilt to
Jack straightened up
from the bookcase he was leaning against, looking insufferably smug.
"I guess," Daniel
added, eyeing Jack doubtfully. "I've never really thought about
"Oh." Jack let
it go for the moment in favour of looking around him with a pointed
lack of enthusiasm. He seemed singularly unimpressed by the
Colorado Springs Central Library's tastefully festive display of holly
wreaths and pine cones. "You come here often?"
"I like libraries,"
Daniel observed mildly. "When I was a student I worked in
one." As he'd expected, that tantalisingly small hint was enough
to get Jack away from difficult issues such as how attractive 'his'
linguist found him and onto the hopefully more fruitful topic of 'his'
linguist's youthful experiences. "It's peaceful," he added
appreciatively. "I'm not a willing participant in the conspicuous
consumption that passes for Christmas."
something scrooge-like under his breath.
Daniel picked up the
novel he'd selected - it had been years since he'd last read Thackeray
- and strolled back along the literature stacks towards the poetry
section, his heart set on Blake's familiar, treasured 'Songs'. He
refused to let knowing the poems by heart deter him from the sheer
tactile pleasure of handling an old and beautiful book, its leather
binding still smooth, the gilded title crisp against the deep
burgundy. The neat printed label marring the spine offended him
aesthetically, though he was wryly aware of the necessity of wresting
order from the vast, encompassing chaos of human knowledge.
Browsing the shelves
of his well-stocked local public library was a small, private pleasure
he had never intended to share with anyone, least of all on Christmas
Eve and certainly not with Jack, who'd been stopped in his tracks three
times by a soft, melodious voice requesting him to respect the other
users of the library in a tone that would have intimidated a room full
of System Lords.
Jack looked around
edgily as Daniel skirted the end of the final bay of shelves between
them and Connie - irrevocably dubbed 'Conan The Librarian' by Jack who
was alone in his belief obvious was funny - and hovered indecisively.
"Can we go now?"
Jack's whine was an unsubtle subterranean hiss that seemed to fill all
the available space. Connie's head snapped up as emphatically as
a rifle shot, her furry antlers bobbing madly. Silly headgear
seemed endemic to the poor benighted souls who had to work late on
Daniel stepped in
front of Jack, smiling pacifically. It seemed to work on Connie
the librarian who smiled right back, though it pissed Jack off
royally. A few seconds later Daniel had a perfect view of the
back of Jack's head. He had no idea what this behaviour meant,
any more than he knew why Jack had stalked him through his
neighbourhood to find him late afternoon on Christmas Eve when they'd
be spending the whole of Christmas Day together anyway, or for that
matter why Jack wanted to know if Daniel found him attractive.
Taking all these
factors into consideration, Daniel slipped quietly away. He
paused for a moment to admire the huge tree festooned with strings of
popcorn and traditional decorations, which made him even more
self-conscious about his plans for after he left the library. He
kept telling himself he'd found a Christmas tree with real character,
but he highly doubted it would pass the Jack test. Daniel sighed
mournfully and walked on. He'd been hoping the tree would be a
perfectly trimmed fait accompli by the time Jack banged on his door
demanding Christmas brunch and beer. Now Jack would be right
there with him when he picked it up from Pete's Pine.
He was bitterly
regretting the impulse that had led Janet to whisk Cass off to Acapulco
for two weeks. The impulse - who went by the name of Dominic -
was inconsolable according to the broken-hearted lovers' emergency
contact Sam. She swore her love for Cass would never die, but
she'd bolted clean across the country to seek refuge in San Diego,
booking her flight right after Cass had indignantly accused her of
withholding vital communiqués from her Dominic. Sam had
faithfully passed on twenty-seven messages, including kissee noises,
before bailing, so even Jack agreed she'd gone way above and beyond.
He and Jack had
taken Sam and the spoils of a frenzied mall spree to Peterson and waved
her off. If only Jack hadn't looked so pathetic and little
soldier brave as Sam's plane soared away from them, and Teal'c wasn't
already a wormhole away, Daniel would not have been left with both the
colonel and possibly the most embarrassing tree in Colorado on his
hands for Christmas.
Daniel heard a
low-voiced discussion behind him that ended with Connie's irritated
snort of 'for cryin' out loud', which naturally disconcerted Jack as he
was firmly escorted off the premises. He wasn't used to anyone
beating him to the punch. The librarian made a point of politely
closing the door in his astonished face. Daniel returned the
roguish smile flashed his way as Connie swaggered back to the help desk.
He realised it would
be a matter of moments before Jack decided to check out alternate
entrances, possibly including the skylights as a matter of masculine
pride. Connie was tiny, despite her high heels, a slender
green-eyed brunette totally dedicated to her profession. She
tended to dress in a twin set and pearls just for the hell of it.
Daniel smiled at her and waved to Jack, hovering outside the entrance
doors, scowling darkly and visibly growing restive.
Time for Daniel to
conduct his business with the best used book procurer in Colorado,
collect his Christmas gift to himself, savour the victory of a
collection one volume closer to completion and puzzle Jack for weeks to
come about his taste in literature. He headed purposefully past
'Puff The Magic Dragon' and the almost irresistible array of jungle
themed bean bags to weave his way through the brightly coloured kinder
boxes piled high with tempting picture books.
"You have it?" he
asked eagerly as he reached the desk. Blane as always
looked utterly miserable in his uniform, a lurid purple T-shirt
emblazoned with a luminous Puff, topped for the occasion by a Santa hat
that flashed 'Merry Christmas Everyone' twelve times a minute.
He'd once confided gloomily to Daniel that the uniform was designed by
the eight-year-old granddaughter of the mayor and he was stuck with it
because the mayor had designed and indeed donated the extension to the
library that now housed Blane. He tended to refer to it as the
'Shop Of Little Horrors'. Daniel didn't blame him. The man
had 'Once Upon A Time' three times a week and 'Art Attack' on a Friday
in the mayoral-funded enrichment programme.
Blane sneered a
ritual festive greeting and got right down to business. "I tapped
my sources. I can get you the one with Cleopatra for a hundred,"
he offered. "Mint condition."
beamed, hugging his pleasure gloatingly to himself. "Give me a
call when it's here?" Blane grinned and gave him a thumbs
up. Daniel handed over his fifty bucks as discreetly as possible,
thanked him quietly, slipped his precious find into his backpack, and
turned to find Jack looming up at the window, scowling darkly.
Daniel walked back through the library to have his books issued, Jack
pacing him window to window, doing his damndest to look
intimidating. Daniel thanked Connie the librarian politely,
admired her antlers, packed his books and wandered out, buttoning up
his heavy navy woollen winter coat, which unfortunately wasn't nearly
as heavy as winter in the Springs. He still thought he looked
more stylish than Jack, who was decked out like the lumberjacks in
Monty Python and that ridiculous hat of his pulled down to his eyebrows.
"Who was that
kid? Where were you a librarian? Why? What's in the
bag? Is it for me? Who was that kid?" Jack fired the
answered the first and last question, refusing to deal with what was in
the bag. He'd been subjected to frenzied interrogation for weeks,
ever since Sam innocently let slip to Ferretti in the commissary that
Daniel had found the perfect gift for the colonel. From Sam's
lips to Jack's ears, getting in Daniel's face within the hour and
roughly on the hour ever since.
Jack stopped in his
tracks. "Blane?" he asked incredulously. "He looks it," he
grumbled under his breath.
himself on his fluency in Jack-speak, but that went right over the top
of his head. "His mother had a terrible addiction to Harlequin
romance novels," he cautiously explained. He would never demean
Blane with an open display of sympathy for his plight, especially when
Blane bore an apparently deeply unfortunate resemblance to someone
haughtily. "Where do you know 'Blane' from?" He darted a quick
sideways look at Daniel.
Daniel explained with exaggerated patience.
Jack brightened up.
"And around," Daniel
added, prompted by some demon of mischief he couldn't quite explain.
Jack scowled over
his shoulder at the library as they turned the corner. "Around,"
he repeated flatly.
"You know," Daniel
said evasively, a sly grin tugging at his lips as Jack's inexplicable
hostility found a worthier target than a children's librarian with a
silly name. "When he's not in the library, he's a Goth."
Blane was also a geek and an anarchist, but he kept that quiet on his
"A Goth?" Jack
looked as if he was choking on questions but wasn't up to dealing with
a conversation with Daniel regarding the habits of the latter-day
Springs-dwelling urban Goth. "What's in the bag?"
"Nothing for you,"
Daniel retorted crisply, feeling like a complete and utter Scrooge when
Jack's face fell.
He strolled along,
his deliberate pace a subtle defiance of the surging Christmas crowds
shoving roughly past them. They got closer with every step until
they were literally side by side, movements easily synchronised.
Years of practice, Daniel thought wryly.
"Want to go to
dinner?" Jack asked as they waited to cross the wide street that led to
the Chapel Hill Mall.
The people packed
behind them pushed forward as the lights changed, Daniel losing the
chance to read Jack's face and puzzle out the odd intensity of the
question. When they found a small refuge from the crush of people
in the lee of the entrance to the mall, Daniel hesitated and instead of
asking his questions, reluctantly told Jack that he had an errand.
"I thought you'd had
all your gifts wrapped since August," Jack grumbled. "What
"I have to pick up
the tree," Daniel admitted. "From Pete's Pine."
"Cool!" Jack's face
lit up. "It's over on Garden of the Gods," he gloated.
"Mama Mia's is just a few yards up from there. We can pick up the
tree, have a nice Italian dinner and get hammered enough to do that
chick stuff to it when we get back."
"Get back?" Daniel
asked blankly as Jack hooked a hand through his arm and towed him along.
"I figured I'd stay
over," Jack said lightly. "No point going home just to turn
around and come back again."
explain why he felt so self-conscious when Jack's hand settled on the
small of his back, steering him gently through the tide of people they
were walking against. He told himself it was just the crowds, and
when they burst out onto a side street so quiet it made their ears ring
and Jack still didn't back off, he tried to tell himself it had nothing
to do with strange questions about comparative attractiveness.
Ten minutes of brisk
walking and the weight of Jack's hand had Daniel fighting not to blurt
out a really stupid question. He was regretfully certain it was
only a matter of time and a few glasses of house special whatever
before it got away from him regardless.
He was almost glad
to see Pete's Pine.
Daniel led the way
into the small store, artfully crammed and decorated to look and feel
like an old frontier store. Pete handcrafted pine furniture and
doll's houses his wife Hilda lovingly decorated and furnished.
They sold like hotcakes and at prices that made even Daniel
blink. There was a waiting list to even get on the waiting list
for a house. At Christmas, Hilda made small, exquisite gifts and
advent calendars while Pete crafted wooden tree decorations to order.
He also sold trees.
Hilda looked up
brightly as she heard the bell over the door. Daniel returned her
wave half-heartedly, pulling off his gloves as Jack made a beeline to
ooh and aah over the showcase doll's house. Thirty seconds later
he was looking up the skirt of a southern belle.
Daniel rolled his
eyes heavenwards, seeking what strength he could.
roared. "Dr. Jackson is here for his tree!"
A snort of laughter
echoed from the workshop at the back. "Got it right out back,
hon." Pete came forward, grinning like a fiend, to shake Daniel's
limp hand. "Hope you want it as much in the flesh, son."
Hilda dropped her
head, stifling a fit of giggles.
"Or should I say the
"If you place the
tree in a corner, I'm sure it won't even show," Hilda assured Daniel
earnestly. "Just load up the front with more decorations to
"Just for you.
The least we could do," Hilda snorted.
Pete clapped Daniel
on the shoulder. "You're a braver man than me, son."
"He is?" Jack asked
from right behind Daniel, making him jump.
He turned to glare
Jack down, but Jack didn't move, leaving them literally cheek to
cheek. When Jack still didn't move, Daniel had to, deciding it
was the heat of ye olde cast iron stove making him flush.
"Aren't you going to
introduce us?" Hilda asked archly as Pete delved under the counter for
the box of decorations, set it where Hilda could see it, then walked
into the workshop.
"Jack," came the
Daniel shifted out
of the way as Jack reached around him to shake hands with Hilda.
She beamed at them
both. "I knew you were too nice to be all alone," she happily confided
to Daniel. "You boys make such a handsome couple."
Jack and him?
"If anyone asks, I'm the pretty one," he said teasingly, stepping
closer to Daniel, whose instinctive, panicked attempt to sidle away was
neatly thwarted by an arm slipping emphatically around his waist.
"It's the eyes,"
Hilda sighed dreamily.
infinitely more concerned with the hands.
himself, apparently enjoying the 'joke' to the full while Daniel
struggled to work out which way was up and not think about anything,
especially anything to do with brown eyes or those big, capable hands
He noted that he was
borderline incoherent but there wasn't a damn thing he could do about
that. He was almost glad to have Pete bustle back in with his
tree. On the upside, it did prompt Jack to let go.
accepted the tree from Pete, lifted all five feet of it up, slowly
turning it to inspect it carefully from all angles. "He picked
It wasn't a question.
Pete and Hilda
nodded as one.
"Oy," Jack sighed
"I like this
tree." This was true, and Daniel refused to apologise for
it. He'd spent hours going through the catalogue of Polaroid's
and this one…it just leapt out at him. He had to have it.
"You liked the
"It has some
branches," Daniel said defensively, crowding Jack to gently touch one
of said branches. "They're just all on this side."
"Put it in a
corner," Pete advised kindly.
"A dark one," Jack
grumbled. "I'm guessing we're not talking tinsel for this
puppy." His tone suggested there was nothing two minutes with a
flamethrower couldn't fix.
Hilda proudly slid
the small box on the counter towards Daniel.
He looked in and
from an array of tiny, fragile carvings, lifted Anubis from its niche
in the box, the gilding catching the lights. "Perfect!
These are just beautiful!" he admired openly. "Excellent
Hilda was blushing
and gratified. "We had fun with these. Pete got a book out of the
library and we both played to our heart's content."
"You're gonna make
me carry this, right?" Jack asked resignedly, hefting the tree.
Daniel just looked
stared at the tree as Daniel paid and carefully packed the box of
decorations into his backpack. He glanced up, an odd gleam in his
eyes. "It's you."
As well as he knew
Jack, Daniel honestly couldn't tell if that was an insult or a
He thanked Hilda and
Pete and they left the store to make the short walk to the restaurant,
Daniel feeling unaccountably nervous. He didn't know quite what
it was, but Jack didn't seem like himself tonight. He was quiet
and on edge, and seemed to be watching every move Daniel made.
It was making Daniel
inappropriate as Jack's sense of humour could be, pretending to be
Daniel's boyfriend was unprecedented. Daniel thought he had two
choices here, neither of which held any particular appeal. Ignore
Jack and hope he went away. Ask outright.
Either option was
attainable if Daniel got thoroughly lubricated. He sensed it was
going to be a long, fraught night, rife with opportunities for complete
What did he
expect? It was Christmas.
He pulled open the
first door that was beneath a red, white and green striped awning and
was hit by a wall of heat.
cringed. "Guess we have to strip down."
It was the
heat. Definitely the heat. Daniel was not blushing.
Jack propped the
tree against the wall.
"What are you
doing? Someone might take it," Daniel protested.
Jack patted his arm
gently. "It's sweet you would think that," he said solemnly, then
he hooked Daniel around the shoulder and firmly drew him inside.
"Table for two," he called to the waiter bustling up to welcome them.
Daniel handed over
his coat, his burgundy silk jacket and after his head swam, reluctantly
surrendered his grey sweater too, feeling absurdly exposed in the pale
grey T-shirt and chinos. They not only fit, they…er…clung.
He realised after a moment Jack was really getting into the way they
clung and pounced on a wine menu to cover his confusion.
Did he really want
"This way, please,
gentlemen." The waiter led them to a nice secluded alcove
screened by a low whitewashed wall and cascading plants adding to the
Mediterranean garden atmosphere, beamed at Jack and made a show of
lighting the candles.
"Just bring me a
bottle of the best red you've got," Daniel instructed, wriggling
uncomfortably on his wrought iron chair, half expecting violins at any
"And one of those
vinaigrette thingies," Jack added. "And ciabatta rolls."
The waiter handed Jack the menu and walked over to place their order at
"I like this place,"
Jack confided. "Not one of the waiters even pretends he's Italian
and they don't make a song and dance of it if you come in on your own."
slightly, allowing himself to sympathise, knowing exactly how much
nerve it took to walk into a restaurant on your own and ignore the
pitying, mildly contemptuous glances of other diners sliding over your
skin. He could walk in, head held high, but always had to have
something to read to get him through the interminable wait to have his
order taken and served. He would drink a little wine and bury
himself in something, trying to look busy, which he was, and not
pathetic, which he hoped…
Jack's face softened
The waiter was
markedly more friendly when he returned to the table to present their
wine with a flourish. It was a 1993 Prunotto Barolo Bussia.
Daniel took a reverent sip, rolling the elegant, velvety, full-bodied
wine over his palate, deciding it was worth the ninety-five
bucks. He nodded and the waiter filled each of their glasses, a
minion bustling up with a pot of what Daniel assumed was the promised
vinaigrette despite its unusually thick consistency, like a butter, and
"Spread it," Jack
Daniel tore off some
bread, scooped up a little of the interesting mixture and nibbled
thoughtfully. Despite the texture, the vinaigrette was
excellent, both sharp and sweet. "It's good," he praised.
He spread and chewed, sipped his wine, decided Jack wasn't going to
bite and he was reading a whole lot of something into what was
"You didn't ask me
if I found you attractive," Jack said abruptly, much too loud, fingers
knotting in the napkin.
Daniel swallowed his
mouthful of bread with some difficulty, having to wash it down with a
disrespectful gulp of wine. "Do…"
Very." Jack looked up then, pale and grimly determined.
"It's becoming a problem."
"Yes. I had a
date." Jack waved a dismissive hand. "Some woman I met in
Safeway. Doesn't really matter. She was pretty, bright,
friendly…" He pulled a face. "Easy. All that and still…not
"She went to the
bathroom. She was wearing this skin-tight little black number, a
real mantrap," Jack confided, leaning forward earnestly. "As she
walked away from me I was thinking…I actually sat there and thought
'Daniel has a better ass than she does'." He sat back, arms
folded, clearly awaiting a response of some kind.
Daniel picked up his
glass, drained his wine, poured another, scooting the glass out of
Jack's reach when he tried to take it from him. Jack kicked him
in the shin, Daniel yelped, and Jack twitched the glass out of his
slackened grip. He also moved the wine out of reach.
"Do you have
anything to add?" Jack asked wearily, scrubbing the heels of his hands
across his eyes. "I didn't even get to the good part."
"The good…" Daniel
eyed the wine regretfully. "Why don't you…" he waved his hand in
what he hoped was a 'lay it on me' way.
"I didn't mean to,
but next time I saw you, I remembered," Jack said awkwardly,
grimacing. "It was stupid, I know, but I
started…er…comparing. I think I've looked at the ass of every
woman on base, including ole' Doc Fraiser and I still think you've got
the curviest ass I've ever seen."
"Thank you," Daniel
Jack said absently. "And your mouth…" He looked at Daniel's
Daniel found himself
trying to look at his own mouth too.
"And I don't need to
tell you about your eyes."
"Two Pollo A La
Cacciatore," Jack ordered fluently while Daniel jumped out of his
skin. "Heavy on the roast potatoes." The waiter Daniel
hadn't seen took the menu they hadn't looked at and booked. "I
don't know why, but I just keep looking."
seemed logical to Daniel, if Jack didn't want to look, he should just…
"I don't want
to." Jack's enthusiasm was roughly on par with a man facing root
canal sans anaesthesia. "I like looking."
"Why are you telling
me this?" Daniel heroically gathered a few scattered wits. "What
are you hoping for?"
Jack stared straight
into his eyes.
"I bet if I was
pouring my heart to Murray, he wouldn't sit there looking like he's one
wheeze away from CPR," Jack accused Daniel unreasonably.
He was slightly
breathless at most! "Way to win me over," Daniel snapped.
Jack sat up
straight. "Really? 'Cos I was figuring we could take it
easy, at least to start with."
Daniel's jaw dropped.
"Get a grip,
Daniel," Jack said snidely.
"You want to date
me?" Daniel asked.
"I want to have sex
with you, but I'll settle for a good night kiss," Jack said promptly.
"How do you know you
want to have sex with me?" Daniel demanded just as the waiter arrived
with their meals. He and Jack sat in rigid silence, other than
politely declining black pepper and parmesan, until the waiter walked
discreetly away. "I take it you've never been involved with
"What makes you
assume that?" Jack snapped.
"If you had, you'd
be better at it," Daniel said simply.
"I…" Jack bridled
Jack sighed. "I knew this would blow up in my face. What
else could happen. It's you!"
"What makes you
think I haven't been involved with another man?" Daniel asked quietly,
realising from the rage boiling over Jack's face the answer to that had
better be a resounding 'no!'. Jack couldn't STAND the thought.
They sat looking at
each other in shocked silence.
"I'm sorry…I…" Jack
seemed utterly at a loss. "I don't know where that…I…it shouldn't
matter, it shouldn't be different…it does, and it is." He seemed
exhausted and discomfited by the stark honesty of his admission.
"There's more to
this than attraction," Daniel said slowly, still too stunned to open
himself to anything. Jack didn't seem to realise he'd rocked
Daniel's world here. Or…or maybe he did. Maybe it was just
like this for him, when he was watching that pretty woman, the sure
thing, walking away from him only to realise for the first time he
Jack must have felt
like he had a mothership dropped on him too.
"Don't you feel it
too? You have to," Jack announced unequivocally. "I can't
be the only one who needs you with me so I know who the hell I
am." He froze, clearly wishing the words unsaid the moment they
were out his mouth, his eyes hard and dangerous, mouth set in a
stubborn line. "I'm not," he spat aggressively. "I know you
feel the same."
That shook through
Daniel, who'd never known his feelings were so obvious and wasn't in
the least gratified to have them laid bare by the man he'd struggled
not to burden them with. He'd realised on the journey back from
Netu that Jack was his one constant, instinctively doing everything in
his power to stand apart, to not allow Jack to take him in, heart and
soul. There had been times in their friendship when he'd thought
Jack wouldn't be satisfied with anything less than everything he was,
and he'd run, gave them both necessary breathing space. He didn't
want them impossibly dependent on one another and was fighting not to
be angry with Jack for taking the intensity of their feelings to mean
they would be lovers, as if it was just a matter of time.
"That doesn't mean
I'm obligated to go to bed with you," he responded at last.
looked astonished. "How could you even think I…Jeez." He
sagged. "I was thinking if you knew, if you got that shock I did,
you might just start looking too…maybe want…"
Daniel realised he'd
hurt Jack, reaching out impulsively to him. He blushed when
Jack's hand closed strongly over his, but didn't pull away. "I'm
sorry, Jack. Really…I just don't know what to think about this,
let alone say or do."
"I thought we could
see each other or something."
"We see each other
all the time," Daniel said blankly.
"How often do we
hold hands over a romantic candle-lit Italian dinner?" Jack asked with
pardonable annoyance. "I mean we should date," he explained with
exaggerated patience. "Kind of play it by ear. I was
hoping…I know I'm attracted to you…it's not subtle," he added with grim
amusement. "I was really hoping we could kiss. Try it
anyway. You might not like…I'm not trying to push," he
promised. "Do you think you could kiss me?"
Daniel pointed out in the interests of accuracy, wondering if he could
in fact kiss Jack. "I think I should," he decided. "At
least once. That way if we both hate it…"
"How do you know
you…this is ridiculous."
"Only because you're
"Let go of my hand."
snorted. "It is."
"I get hard just
looking at you."
"-ait, don't tell
me. I don't want to know!"
"Tough," Jack said
callously. "You haven't got to sit here looking at your mouth,"
he added resentfully, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
Daniel didn't know
what to say to that or to the all-too obvious evidence of Jack's
arousal. He licked his lip, a nervous habit he'd…um…better get
out of ASAP. Seriously. "Sorry. Really…I…" He
sighed, slumping. Jack soothingly patted the hand he was still
"I know. I've
never had a more awkward conversation or felt so goddamned stupid in my
entire life," Jack said miserably.
pleaded anxiously. "Please. Don't feel stupid. I'm
not doing any better."
"I should go home
tonight, huh?" Jack offered wryly.
"Now that was
stupid. Awkward or not, we're both adults." Daniel looked
doubtfully at Jack.
"Thanks," he said
"There isn't going
to be any…pouncing," Daniel said hesitantly.
The question was…the
question really was where would Jack sleep?
It was possible the
same thought occurred to Jack. He looked slightly wild around the
eyes; his turn to gulp down his wine. "Just because I won't be
able to walk for a week after a night on your couch…I don't expect…"
Daniel pointed out, scowling and embarrassed. "Piss-poor reverse
psychology." He was annoyed that it was working regardless, and
more annoyed that Jack knew it.
This is going well,
Jack thought grimly, feeling like a complete shit because his ambush of
Daniel was working exactly as he'd planned. He knew Daniel was
more open and less judgemental than he was, more…everything…than anyone
Jack had ever met. Relying on his friend's innate honesty and
kindness was crappy.
sucked. He knew this and he was not alone.
The worst thing was
Daniel knew he was being taken advantage of. He knew it, and he
was still playing by the script. He'd just realised he'd
effectively invited Jack into his bed for the night. Jack sternly
suppressed the urge to tell Daniel he was hot when he was
panic-stricken and let go of his hand so they could both put a little
food into themselves to soak up all this alcohol they were tossing back.
"Are you really
attracted to me?" Daniel asked helplessly after choking down a few
bites of chicken.
"In the 'can't sleep
at night for going crazy craving you' sense of attracted," Jack
confessed gloomily, deciding Daniel deserved to hear the absolute truth
He was wryly aware
of how much else he hoped to be sharing with Daniel. He wanted
him naked with a big red gift bow tied round his dick.
Jack waited but a
second of rational reflection was enough to convince him it wasn't an
invitation Daniel was throwing out. All things considered, he
decided not to mention the gift bow.
Or the mistletoe.
He was pretty sure
Daniel's ongoing panic attack had everything to do with wondering what
would happen if two healthy, horny guys climbed into a big, warm bed
together after kissing themselves senseless all night.
Jack wanted to kiss
Daniel desperately. He was wound up so tight he thought he'd
explode from needing so damn much for Daniel to enjoy kissing him, to
be attracted to him, to want him with anything approaching the
intensity that Jack wanted Daniel.
He didn't know what
he would do if Daniel couldn't…if he was wrong about this.
"Fuck," Jack agreed, raising an ironic toast.
Daniel just stared
back at him, wide-eyed and speechless. Daniel knew him so damn
well. Jack could tell by looking that he knew Jack wanted
something to happen between them, was hoping like hell kissing would
just be the start of it all. "I'm sorry," he apologised, feeling
like he should.
"You want to make
love with me," Daniel said quietly, taking another stiff gulp of his
wine, rolling ruby-red around the rim of the glass as his hand shook a
Jack nodded wordless
acknowledgement, slicing deep into his tender chicken, the richness of
wine, tomatoes and garlic exploding against his tongue.
"The food is good,"
Daniel observed after a several minutes of silent, determined chewing.
"Are we having
turkey tomorrow?" Jack threw Daniel a conversational bone, wanting them
to have some breathing space before they got into it again.
"A crown," Daniel
said absently. "Pure breast." He looked up at Jack sharply,
as if braced for some kind of ritual bad taste joke.
"I'm looking forward
to it," Jack replied honestly, risking a little warmth, even if it
threw Daniel right back off his precarious balance. It was
perfectly true. He'd known he was a goner for a while now.
He actually looked forward to seeing Daniel. He enjoyed being
with Daniel, wanted to be with him as often and as long as
possible. It didn't matter what he was doing, or trying to do,
his mind went right to Daniel anyway.
He didn't need to be
told it was totally embarrassing for a middle-aged man to be wandering
the aisles of his local Safeway wondering what cereal his friend
ate. What he would taste like. If he cried out when he
came. If he would find Jack attractive.
Jack sighed, drained
his glass and waved it imperiously at the waiter.
Daniel looked up at
him, eyes sparkling.
Jack's breath caught.
Daniel's did too,
when he realised why…Jeez. This had to be a fucking uphill,
long-haul, toe-to-toe, to the death battle, didn't it? Of course
it did. He'd been stupid enough to fall for Daniel Jackson.
Wide-eyed, hot and…
asked, every instinct he had screaming a warning.
"This is a date,"
Daniel announced solemnly.
Yeah. No point denying it. Jack shrugged deprecatingly.
"You're taking me
out to dinner."
He'd intended to. He was the guy.
Daniel was also the
Daniel was the hot,
young, sexy, clever guy.
Jack was the sad,
old, saggy, old, middle-aged, horny, old guy.
It was really hard
not to just cut to the chase and think 'loser guy'.
"I'm glad you're
coming over tonight," Daniel confided shyly, desperately staring at his
straightened up. Was he making progress here?
"You can peel the
"Whatever you need."
There was an
unseemly skirmish for the second bottle of wine. Jack was
slightly surprised to lose, what with his Special Ops training and
all. He nursed his stinging hand and watched Daniel pour a
generous glassful. Daniel waved the bottle interrogatively and
Jack shoved his glass forward, careful to keep his hand out of striking
"I am completely and
utterly freaked out," Daniel informed him. "I cannot believe you
are sitting there right now thinking about my ass."
"I wasn't!" Jack
protested indignantly. "I was thinking my hand hurts like crap
and you're a sneaky little shit with surprisingly good reflexes when
Daniel flushed self-consciously.
"Now I'm thinking
about your ass," Jack complained. "Like I needed that image," he
"No, you're not,"
Jack snapped, smiling despite himself.
Daniel found a small
smile too. "No, I'm not," he agreed. "I should be," he
admitted, looking surprised. "But I'm not." He ate some
more chicken thoughtfully. "I think the trouble is we know each
other too well. It's impossible to lie with any conviction and
that is so necessary on a first date."
"There it is," Jack
said pleasantly. "You lay too much of the truth on your date,
there's every chance she - er - he, will climb out the bathroom window
first chance she -er - he gets."
happen," Daniel snorted.
"Do you feel that
buzz?" Jack asked, curious now. "That whole fight or flight, laid
or dumped adrenaline rush?"
"Yes!" Daniel agreed
eagerly, sitting up straight. "All you want is a quiet dinner and
some interesting conversation and you have to deal with
some…chippie…wanting to get in your pants. Going out the bathroom
window sounds good to me," he observed wistfully. "You always end
up totally humiliated because of course you never have one night stands
and…I'm drunk." Daniel observed his nearly full glass, slightly
"You don't date
much?" Jack suggested kindly, trying not to hate Daniel for not wanting
the girl. Most guys would kill to be the one who always got the
girl, not toss her back in favour of a nice talk about comparative
Where did all that
leave him? Especially when he'd told the 'guy' straight out he
planned to get him, glossing over such technicalities as never having
got a guy before. He was very aware of the fact he was not
quoting that bathroom window thing at random. He pissed people
off about as easy as breathing, dates in general and Daniel
"I hate dating,"
Daniel confessed miserably. "Except you. You've never
wanted to get in my pants."
"I'm not drunk
enough," Daniel announced, making a determined effort to remedy this
tragedy. "I'm starting not to mind. I'm starting to…"
He blushed furiously.
demanded, trying hard not to get too excited. "What? What!"
"Look at your
mouth," Daniel said coldly. "Not that you can keep it shut long
enough I can admire it or anything," he grumbled, biting the head off
his broccoli floret.
This was progress.
"I'm still not too
enthusiastic about kissing you, but I promised so.." Daniel shrugged.
Jack thought they
had the confused, humiliating miscommunication part of a first date
down pat. If they made it through dessert and Daniel didn't club
him to death with the mutant tree on the way home, all he had to worry
about was sticky, awkward, desperate sex.
"What attracted you
to me?" Daniel asked as he pushed a carrot round his plate.
"We've been friends for years. What changed?"
Jack had wondered
about this one himself. He didn't have any real answers.
"It's kind of like the abstract went and got concrete on me," he
seemed slightly offended by that.
was getting a callus, and it wasn't on his hand. "I mean…guys
don't notice that other guys are attractive."
looking," Daniel supplied.
"I do not look!"
"You looked at me,"
Daniel argued, annoyingly reasonable about it.
"I always looked, I
just didn't see. And don't tell me you're not drunk enough for
that to make sense. I know." Well, he almost knew what he
was talking about. "Women look at other women and think, 'oh,
she's pretty', 'she has a great smile', or whatever…" he said
uneasily. "Guys…don't. I don't even know what cute
is. At least I didn't," he added tactlessly.
shooting him an outraged look.
"I don't mean you,"
Jack said testily. This didn't seem to help. He sensed that
saying just how attractive he found Daniel would be
counter-productive. He might blurt something stupid in the
post-orgasmic glow but he would never be drunk enough to just come out
with it cold.
"Have you been
comparing and contrasting my ass with other men?" Daniel scowled at him.
Well he had to be
sure! It might have been some weird-ass alien love drug or
something. "Relax. You've still got the best ass by a
landslide." Jack didn't know whether it was good or bad only
Daniel's ass did anything for him. He had a weird feeling mild
interest in the asses of other guys was healthier than a total fixation
on Daniel's, especially as it was a fixation Daniel didn’t want to
encourage and didn't at this point reciprocate at all.
"Let's go home,"
Daniel asked suddenly. "Call a taxi and just go. We can't
talk properly here and I've got the vegetables to prepare and my
tree…" He looked up, biting his lip, eyes very bright. "I
appreciate your honesty, Jack. I just don't think this is
something we can cold-bloodedly plan. If it's going to happen, it
will. We can't make it, and I don't want to sit here worrying
about it." He got up, hesitated, then reached for the wine.
Jack was glad he
didn't take a drink right from the bottle.
Long experience told
him the quickest way to get your cheque in a restaurant was simply to
get up and make for the door. It worked wonderfully well.
The waiter headed them off at the coat rack, exchanging the wine cork
for Jack's MasterCard, surrendering their coats when payment
cleared. Jack heroically didn't choke when he saw he owed Mama
Mia's two hundred and fifty bucks (gratuity not included). He
just quietly bundled back up in what Daniel referred to as his coats of
The taxi was pulling
in as Daniel slung his backpack over his shoulder and gave the wine
cork another smack to hold it in place securely, then headed out the
door, politely calling out his thanks to the staff. Daniel
had depressingly good manners.
Daniel grabbed the
tree and Jack grabbed him as his head swum in the cold night air.
muttered into his shoulder. "I hate beer," he said
Jack had a bad
moment a la Shifu, he'd had too much to drink himself to play riddle me
this, but when Daniel refrained from kneeing him in the balls or
anything figured they were probably okay. He guessed Daniel meant
that he liked to think outside the box, and this was no
different. They climbed into the taxi, Daniel remembered where he
lived and they headed off into the night, the tree at a rakish angle
across their knees.
Daniel was pressed
right up close to him, but there were too many layers of woollen things
between them to excuse the hard-on Jack was suffering from.
"I've had worse
dates, you know," Daniel confided sleepily, totally disarming Jack by
drowsing on his shoulder.
Jack retrieved the
slowly drooping wine bottle, braced up the tree and Daniel. "Me
too, Danny," he said softly, "Me too."
The taxi raced
through the near-empty streets as the conspicuous consumption Daniel
disliked moved indoors for last-minute wrapping duties and
eggnog. Jack was thinking about how he should play the whole just
let whatever happens happen thing. After brief consideration he
decided that idea sucked ramp big time and went back to his original
plan. He was going to make something happen. He was certain
Daniel was attracted to him. He just had to convince Daniel of
How hard could it be?
moaned into his shoulder as they pulled in outside his building.
"That is so not
A soft chuckle
indicated he was alone in this belief. The taxi driver thought it
was pretty damn funny too. Jack paid him, then extracted Daniel,
the backpack, the wine and the tree and dragged them all inside and
over to the elevator. He punched eight and when the doors opened,
propped the tree and the wine in one corner of the elevator car and
Daniel in the other, cosily snuggled into his side. Daniel didn't
raise any strenuous objections. He just yawned cavernously.
"Sorry," he said
unconvincingly. "Wine makes me…" He yawned again.
hooted derisively, deciding the second item on the agenda was a quart
of killer coffee. Obviously, the first was helping Daniel
out of as many clothes as possible. He was in need of assistance,
what with being so sleepy and all.
enough to make it to his loft under his own steam and managed to get
the key in the lock and the door opened, an impressive performance
under the circumstances. He led the way in, waited until Jack was
loping up the steps leading into the apartment, then dutifully shot the
bolts and re-locked the door.
Daniel wasn't just
well-mannered; he was also sensible. Mature. Jack skirted
around boring…he wasn't exactly Captain Charisma on the Springs social
There was a large
decorated earthenware pot right in front of him on the kitchen
table. Jack spotted the soil, neatly scooped, awaiting planting
of the tree.
Daniel was trailing
along behind him, yawning again, glasses steaming up.
I love you.
moaned, patting Jack vaguely as he wandered past him into the kitchen.
"Sure," Jack said
He heard sounds of
complicated percolation, then Daniel trotted out of the kitchen and
down the stairs, making for his bedroom before Jack could stop
him. He propped the tree up carefully, bald side balanced in one
of the odd corners the loft was littered with, and had to laugh when a
moment later the bedroom door shut quietly. Daniel must
have had another panic attack. Jack wasn't about to leap on
him. Not from here.
"Wuss!" he accused
loudly. "Got any snacks?"
yourself!" Daniel called, always the gracious, generous host.
Jack took that to
mean he could have anything he wanted and went foraging. He
rummaged in Daniel's crap cupboard and found a large bag of tortilla
chips. A quick trip to the refrigerator revealed a selection of
savoury dips. Jack inspected each of the dips and decided on
salsa, sour cream and chives, along with garlic and herb. He
remembered that they hadn't had dessert and hunkered down to check out
the ice creams. He found a box neatly labelled 'bombes' and just
had to take a little looksee. He was an expert in…
"Hands off!" Daniel
snapped. "Those are for tomorrow."
Jack lost any urge
to protest as he turned to find Daniel planted right in front of him,
legs akimbo, hands on hips. Jack looked. He started at
Daniel's toes and just kept right on looking. Daniel was wearing
these incredibly thin sweats, so pale a grey they were near white,
teamed with a shirt he wore loose and opened at the throat, the sleeves
rolled casually back to his elbows. It looked old. Sinfully
Jack stood up.
blurted and bolted.
"And everywhere that
Daniel went…" Jack muttered, following right along behind Daniel.
He cornered him by the sink. The first problem he had was where
to put his hands. It wasn't so much a question of a romantic
embrace as preventing Daniel from making like the Road Runner. He
was also completely lost about where it was safe to put your hands on a
man you were about to kiss. You didn't just walk up to a woman
and stick your hand on her breast before you even locked lips.
Jack cautiously placed his hands on Daniel's waist.
Daniel peered down
at them and didn't seem in any hurry to look back up.
surprised. Even Daniel's ears were pink.
They stood that way
for a while, Jack's hands beginning to feel comfortable spread out over
the butter-soft fabric of the shirt. He was enjoying the heat of
Daniel's body against his skin.
Daniel looked up,
leaned in, froze, jerked away and pulled his glasses off. Then he
huffed in irritation as he placed them on the workbench, obviously
losing the moment.
Jack lent an assist.
It was a quick
closed mouth kiss.
Daniel gave a soft
snuff of astonishment and leaned back to gape at Jack.
Jack kissed him
again, running his tongue gently over the parted lips.
Daniel's mouth was
firmer than it looked. Still soft to touch, encouragingly pliant,
and unsurprisingly mobile, even if Daniel didn't seem to be able to
work out quite what to do with it.
Jack stood back and
they looked at each other some more. Daniel was flushed scarlet
with embarrassment but Jack wasn't far behind him.
painfully. "Are you…" he nodded, gesturing noncommittally with
one careful finger at nothing in particular.
Jack had no
difficulty interpreting this. "Hard as a rock," he admitted, not
sure if this was a good thing from either of their perspectives.
He was beginning to suspect he'd been wildly over-ambitious in his
plans for the evening. He really didn't think Daniel enjoyed
kissing him all that much and they hadn't got to the good stuff yet.
appeared to take that fairly well, discomfited and oddly philosophical
at the same time. He sort of stretched up blindly, eyes downcast,
fixed on Jack's chin.
Jack met him halfway
and they kissed again, another mildly curious peck over in
moments. "Are you…?" he asked gently.
out?" Daniel nodded vigorously, but he stretched up and kissed Jack
again, the jury still apparently out.
They kissed a little
longer this time, turning their faces this way and that until they fit
each other. They each broke apart at the same time, hesitated,
and slowly came together again. Jack wanted to howl at the moon
in triumph when Daniel's hands curled around his elbows. He
didn't think it was wishful thinking on his part. Daniel
definitely seemed more comfortable with all this than he had been.
They stood close
enough to kiss, looking and breathing softly on one another,
uncertain. Jack had never seen Daniel so defenceless as he was
now, and Daniel did what he always did. He took his fears
head-on, making the move.
This kiss was sweet
vulnerability, so utterly Daniel that Jack's arms were around him
before he knew it, the warm, firm mouth moving gently against his,
curious and coaxing. Jack pushed back and Daniel moved into him,
the two of them curling around each other. Daniel's hand lifted,
hovered, then settled over the curve of Jack's jaw as they kissed
There was no heat
and passion, it wasn't even particularly comfortable to kiss another
man. They were awkward and self-conscious, and they knew each
other too well to even pretend this wasn't embarrassing the shit out of
They were gentle,
and depressingly chaste, but Daniel was Daniel, and careful or not,
they couldn't seem to stop.
One kiss flowed into
another, a constant butting of mouths and occasionally noses, a snort
of tension-relieving laughter, a breather, and they'd look at each
other and fall into kissing again.
A clatter made them
jerk apart, shocked back to reality.
"The tree," Daniel
fretted, instinctively moving towards the dining room. He was at
a loss when Jack didn't free him at once, coming to an abrupt halt
against the arm crowding tight around his waist. "Jack?" he asked
Jack took his hand
and lifted it to kiss his palm.
widened as the colour surged again. He pulled away and hurried
off to rescue his tree, Jack following. He caught Daniel by his
shirt tail then quite deliberately trailed his finger over the curve of
He felt the quiver
that ran through Daniel's body at his touch, but Daniel didn't break
away from him or say anything. Jack hoped that meant
something. He hoped they got to kiss again soon. He wanted
to tumble Daniel down, get him hot and bothered. He wanted to
touch. He wanted skin, the smooth ivory planes he'd glimpsed and
They found the tree
at a drunken angle, a branch it could ill afford to miss dangling
pathetically. Jack knew exactly what had drawn Daniel to this
tree. It was the exact same damn thing that drew him to every
loser and lame duck with a sob story in the known universe.
Daniel was a
gold-plated, hallmarked sucker.
Naturally, when it
came to Jack, he was trading up.
"Got any glue?" Jack
straightened up and shot Jack the sort of look he usually reserved for
System Lords, lips tight, eyes decidedly stormy. Jack kissed him
hard, Daniel wrestling free to emerge flushed, indignant and sexily
rumpled. Jack kissed him again and Daniel kicked him in the shin,
brightening up visibly when Jack swore and hopped away.
Daniel scooped up
the tree and carried it tenderly over to the table. "Stop whining
and make yourself useful," he ordered briskly. "Hold this."
Jack limped over and
held the tree while Daniel positioned it just so and began to heap the
soil around it, pressing it flat, then smoothing more soil over the
top. He finished it off with some gravel to weight the soil, then
they carried the pot carefully down the stairs into the living room to
set the tree on the floor in the curve of the piano. Daniel stood
back to admire it.
Jack just admired
Daniel. He loped up into the dining room again to retrieve the
backpack and admired the rear view too while Daniel pondered the
artistic placement of his small collection of System Lords. Jack
was praying he wouldn't get an instructive lecture with each of these
little buggers. As a defensive move, he stood unnervingly close
to Daniel, breathing like some stalker phone-sex fiend. It
speeded Daniel's efforts considerably, as did Jack's suggestion he
should go change into something more comfortable while Daniel was
This was rapidly
accomplished. While Daniel was hanging and re-hanging and
pondering over the precious decorations, Jack peed and shed a few
layers in the bathroom. His T-shirt was as clingy as Daniel's had
been in the restaurant, half a lifetime in Special Ops enough for there
to be something for the tee to cling to, if that sort of thing turned
you on. He still wasn't sure he did anything for Daniel.
Almost anyone would respond to a nice warm kiss if they weren't
absolutely disgusted by the whole guy-on-guy thing.
repulsed. He had responded. It was a nice warm kiss.
Lots of kisses. Daniel was just noncommittal about what it meant.
Jack tossed the
backpack on the chair in the bedroom at Daniel's request as he unfurled
his tree lights, then headed into the kitchen. Ignoring the
coffee and the impeccably chilled beer, he poured two glasses of wine,
which he estimated were worth forty bucks, easy, and headed out to get
Daniel in touch with his libido and himself in touch with every part of
Daniel he could get away with.
He set the glasses
down by the larger of the two couches after a brief assessment.
Admittedly, the smaller offered more immediate opportunities for
snuggling up close and personal, but if things got hot and out of hand
- which he hoped they would - the larger was the one they could sprawl
He walked over and
hovered by the light switch as Daniel carefully twitched the last loop
of the tree lights into place and had the main lights off as fast as
Daniel got the tree lights on.
Daniel looked up in
surprise, then innocently stepped back to admire his tree. Jack
plucked him away, protesting, and shoved him down on the couch.
He put his arm around Daniel's shoulder, feeling like a teenager in the
back row of the movies. Daniel didn't seem particularly
enthused. Jack handed him his wine, picked up his own and took a
sip. Daniel joined him, enjoying the wine very much, gradually
relaxing as Jack made no offensive moves or gestures. Daniel
relaxed some more, moving closer to Jack. He seemed to like the
Jack decided it was
a good time to move on to some more direct and interactive methods of
contact, reaching out to take Daniel's wine from him.
leaned out to retrieve his glass, but Jack smoothly pulled him back,
turning towards him. "Oh," Daniel murmured as Jack brushed a
thumb over his lips.
Daniel had an
incredible mouth. It was just…perfect.
They fitted easily
together, Daniel moving confidently into the kiss, not so chaste this
time, Jack nibbling and sucking on the natural pout of Daniel's lower
lip. Daniel made an odd noise in the back of his throat and
pulled away from Jack.
"Did you moan?" Jack
asked, fascinated. He wondered what else would get Daniel making
that sexy, breathy sound. He started with another kiss in the
curve of Daniel's throat. Daniel shivered and squirmed away from
him. Jack leaned with him, kissing the point of his shoulder
through the thin shirt, reaching round confidently to skim his hand
over Daniel's chest, thumb brushing over a nipple. Daniel jerked
back into Jack's waiting arm and they kissed again. Jack teased
the small nub, erect beneath the shirt, stroking it with his thumb and
the soft fabric as he sucked Daniel's lip into his mouth. Daniel
was dazed and quiet, turning into him, his hand coming up to curve
around Jack's back.
Jack pushed and
Daniel opened to him. He slid triumphantly into moist, silky
heat. Daniel moaned, and again as Jack's tongue stroked slowly
over his. He wondered how long it had been since Daniel had been
kissed. He was gentle, coaxing, caressing against the rasping
pressure curling up into him as they both leaned into the embrace,
shoulders awkwardly balanced against the back of the couch. He
was unable to keep his hand still, sliding down to cup Daniel's ass,
kneading it beneath his fingers. It was strange to feel the
hardness of muscle instead of softness. He lifted the shirt,
sliding his hand down into the sweats. He was surprised and
exultant to realise Daniel was naked beneath them. The shirt was
so long and loose…
Daniel shifted but
didn't protest, his own hands mapping the contours of Jack's back and
shoulders. Emboldened, Jack slid his hand down over the hot,
satin skin, groaning embarrassingly as he got painfully hard.
Daniel lifted his leg, his knee settling against Jack's thigh, giving
him access, sighing into the deepening kiss as Jack stroked and
squeezed his ass.
It was good.
All of it. Everything a small noisy part of him had hoped it
wouldn't be. There was nothing they could chalk up to drunken
experience. No way they could move on.
They were just
Try couldn't stop.
Daniel was so sweet
and so shy, touching Jack so respectfully…his gentleness bringing an
answering surge of protectiveness from Jack. He fully understood
the need to learn new boundaries.
They broke apart to
"Okay?" Jack gasped.
jerkily then sort of threw himself at Jack to steal a swift, hard kiss.
Jack was moving
before he knew it, out from under Daniel to stand and lower himself
down. He vaguely thought about boundaries but the hard, strong
body supple beneath his was all he knew. Daniel moaned out again
as Jack's weight settled over him, as he felt how turned on Jack
was. Jack was laughing, gloating over the hardness pushing back
at him. Daniel's long legs were sprawled, he shifted them to wrap
around Jack's, hissing as they bumped hips. Jack couldn't help
it, he rocked into that irresistible heat and hardness, groaning again
as his erection ground against Daniel's.
"Let's have sex," he
Daniel grabbed Jack
by the shoulders. "Wha-wha…"
"You heard me." Jack
rolled off Daniel, anything but gracefully.
Daniel was acutely
aware of what was throwing Jack off-balance. He had exactly the
same problem, especially when Jack yanked him unceremoniously to his
feet and towed him by the hand into the bedroom.
"I'm too old to make
love on the couch," Jack said flatly, reluctantly letting go of
Daniel's hand to pull his T-shirt over his head with hands that
Daniel didn't even
deny that they were going to make love. He walked up to Jack and
put his arms around him, thankful he could address some extremely
personal comments to the muffling T-shirt.
"Are you kidding
me?" Jack hollered, outraged.
Daniel laid his head
on Jack's shoulder, kissing it gently after a moment. Jack
emerged from his T-shirt, tossed it, and hugged Daniel back.
"I am attracted to
you," Daniel admitted gruffly, looking determinedly over Jack's
shoulder. "I wouldn't…I don't…" he trailed off in
confusion. "We've never even talked about sex. How are we
Jack grabbed his
face almost roughly, pulling him into another kiss, tongue plunging
deep into Daniel's mouth without finesse, urgent and needy, pushing
aggressively against him until he responded. Daniel wanted to
tell him to slow down, too much, too fast, but Jack was tugging at his
buttons, pushing his shirt over his shoulders to fall to the floor.
It got real when
Jack fumbled at his belt and his chinos joined the shirt on the
floor. Daniel had an instinctual, panicked 'Jack is naked'
reaction, wanting a moment to process, to back up and…look.
Decide. Jack couldn't break off the kiss, his hands eagerly
shoving at Daniel's sweats, pooling at his feet as his heel hit the
bottom step leading up to the bed.
Daniel's mind froze
on him as Jack held him close, skin to skin, his face fierce,
exultant. He felt every breath Jack took impact against his own
chest, the ridges of muscle hard against his own belly, hips clashing,
thighs crowding against his. It took everything Daniel had to
stand against Jack, like Jack was trying to climb inside him. He
was lost when Jack's hands clenched over his ass, hauled him against a
slippery, straining erection.
They stood like
that, Daniel feeling pressure all around him, all over him, shaking
through him. He guessed what Jack wanted and couldn't articulate
except with his body, rubbing hypnotically against him. Daniel
took the final steps up to his bed, reaching behind him to twitch the
comforter aside. They tumbled in and Jack was on him, the weight
and solidity of him pinning Daniel flat. He wasn't accustomed to
the feeling, stiffening up despite the fact he trusted Jack completely.
Jack was kissing him
desperately, mouthing at his neck, moaning low in his throat as they
held one another, shaking and pushing. Everything Daniel thought
he knew about sex was irrelevant here. Two guys pushing their
hips into one another meant friction, sure, he was fine with
that. What he hadn't suspected was intensity. Jack's
body moving against his. Jack's mouth on his, on his skin,
roving, restless and wanting.
It shouldn't be
shocking through his body, not just pushing. His heart was
racing, his skin prickling as he shivered. He braced his feet on
the mattress to push up into Jack, his hands locked in the small of
Jack's back, slipping now as the sweat poured.
Jack pushed too
hard, too far. Daniel's mind flamed and his body seized with
blinding pleasure. He lay shivering as Jack groaned wrenchingly
and slick heat splashed over his groin, holding Jack close as he
trembled and apologised disjointedly, penitently, sorry, so sorry for
He hadn't seen Jack
naked. It was a stupid thought to have stuck in his mind like a
broken record, but he hadn't. One minute they were kissing and
the next they were coming, and he seemed to have made no conscious
choice between one event and the other.
He was too
embarrassed to talk about sex with another man but they'd just…he had
sex with Jack. Not particularly good sex, it had been too long
since he'd been touched and all they'd done was push at each other
until they got off.
"Daniel?" Jack asked
"It wasn't a
mistake," Daniel said clearly, jerking his shoulder irritably.
Jack rolled onto his
side, propping his face on his elbow, and now he touched, his hand
spread wide, stroking gently over Daniel's side, following the curve of
his body. Jack was capable of seeing him now, drinking him in
instead of trying to take him whole.
Daniel rested his
hand over Jack's arm, melting at the tenderness in Jack's eyes and his
fleeting smile. Jack's leg hooked over his, drew him close.
"I needed it too,"
Daniel said distantly, really not prepared to talk about it. He'd
been capable of saying no right until Jack's erection had stroked over
his, then he was the one who led Jack to bed. He was used to
ignoring his body's needs but the compulsion had overwhelmed him.
Wrong or right, he'd had to go with his instinct.
"How do you feel?"
Jack asked, leaning in to nibble at Daniel's ear.
"I'll feel better
once I've seen you naked," Daniel answered absently.
Jack lay back,
looking at him oddly, eyes gleaming.
"You have all the
finesse of a demolition derby," Daniel said briskly.
Jack took this as a
compliment. "Next time will be better," he promised, not looking
Daniel in the eye.
They lay quietly, in
perfect understanding of that part of it at least. The guy
part. The mechanics they needed to work on - lots of work - but
being guys, that they could do.
"No snacks in bed,"
Daniel warned as Jack's gaze focused obliquely on the doorway behind
him for the third time. "Especially not tortilla chips. I
draw the line at crumbs." He wasn't thinking too much about the
sticky mess cooling on his groin for that matter. He didn't care
about the mess, but the thought of it being Jack's semen cooling on him
was just too…icky was the only word that came to mind.
suggested promptly. "Lemon."
Jack rolled over
Daniel and out of bed, striding down the steps and out of the bedroom
with a spring in his step.
Daniel tried to
think of the number of times he'd strolled around his loft naked and
couldn't think of any. He didn't sleep naked. Even when he
went to the bathroom he…
So a robe was
wussy. He wasn't some juvenile Air Force colonel. He didn't
have to pick up a gauntlet just because Jack threw it down. He
scrambled out of bed, threw on his robe, belting it as he walked out
into the living room. Jack was sitting on his kitchen table,
supremely confident in his nudity, inquisitively dipping tortilla chips
into the cheesecake.
"It works," he said,
grinning. "Hi." He snagged Daniel by the belt and pulled
him into a long, passionate kiss, their tongues pulsing
sensuously. "You can only see me naked if you look," he snorted,
while Daniel leaned against him, quivering and getting interested again.
Jack pushed at
Daniel's robe, letting it fall open, stroking his fingers down Daniel's
body to rest low over his belly. He looked for Daniel's
permission, then pushed the robe off completely.
Daniel found it near
impossible not to cover himself, his stance anything but proud.
He was shocked to see Jack's dick getting hard just from Jack staring
at him, studying him intently. Mapping his body with greedy,
Daniel took a deep
breath and looked at Jack instead of at nothing. He held up his
hand and Jack fit his palm to Daniel's. Their hands were both
big, Daniel's more slender, his fingers longer. His bones were
finer than Jack's, his skin paler. He wasn't hairy the way Jack
was, though the hair on his arms and legs was darker. He was
slender compared to Jack, his hips and waist narrower. Jack was
heavier built in every way, though still lean and rangy, his chest and
shoulder broader than Daniel's, his body thicker, his thighs meaty and
Daniel was conscious
for the first time of that slight difference in their heights, of the
fact Jack was physically stronger than he was. For the first time
he dropped his gaze to consciously stare at another man's dick.
They weren't dissimilar in size, though even here Jack had a little
girth on him. Jack's balls were heavy. Almost before he was
aware of it, Daniel reached out, gently cupping one, heavy and velvety
in his fingers.
Jack's breath caught.
"I've never…" Daniel
apologised. Never touched…except his own, obviously. Jack's
hand closed over his wrist, hard, as he stroked his finger slowly down
the filling shaft, flashing a quick, nervous smile as it twitched
against him. The rush of blood heated the throbbing hardness a
deep, angry red. Daniel was a little dazed at seeing the
undeniable physical effect he had on Jack.
"Daniel," Jack said
curling his fingers around Jack, letting go reflexively as Jack thrust
roughly into his hand. He winced apologetically, taking hold of
Jack again. He slid his arm around Jack's neck, held onto him as
Jack grabbed his ass and it was all pushing and pressure again, lifting
Daniel with it this time. Reminding him of the pleasure to be
shared in touch.
Jack was too far
gone to be embarrassed, his face flushed and slack, eyes glittering in
the dim light from the tree.
It seemed right to
kiss Jack, to make this even more intimate than it was. Daniel
stretched up, flickering his tongue over Jack's lips. Jack smiled
at him, the tender smile that left him oddly breathless and grateful,
opening to Daniel. He slipped into Jack's mouth tentatively, his
touches featherlight. Jack was fucking his hand, but Daniel
pulled away to stroke gently, fingers gliding over the slick, heated
flesh. Jack sighed, his hips slowing to move rhythmically into
As Daniel's tongue
slid over Jack's, his fingers slid over Jack's dick, and Jack's hands
slid over his skin.
It was slow,
sensuous and shared.
They reached beyond
the awkwardness of the physical to find the familiar, the feelings that
had brought them to this. It was easy for Daniel to find the
right word now because he didn't do this kind of thing. He'd
never had a one night-stand or sex on a first date. None of that
seemed true for this. He'd known Jack almost six years, knew him
better than he knew himself some days. He wasn't sure of the
physical, but he was sure of the man. He was beginning to be sure
of himself. One of them would say the words, when it mattered,
when it felt right. They weren't necessary just now. This
Jack was sweating
again, a rich salt smell mingling with the drying semen trailing his
belly, the musk of arousal…the spice of his aftershave. They
kissed deeply, lazily thrusting into one another, finding their rhythm
in this too, smiling now, relaxing into each other's bodies. Jack
surrendered to him, not pushing anything, following willingly where
Daniel led, breathing hard and fast, leaning into him, straining into
the pleasure Daniel was giving him.
It was easy to be
gentle, to keep his touch delicate and fleeting, finding sweet spots,
stroking. Sliding his palm easily, gripping, a little pressure,
Jack rocking because it was good. Daniel could see how good when
he pulled his hand slowly down like this, keeping it tight, Jack
quivering, his legs trembling. He gasped into Daniel's mouth, his
dick pulsing steadily in Daniel's hand, heat spurting onto his thighs
Jack held onto him,
incoherent in his gratitude.
towards the bathroom, Jack soft and sated, clinging affectionately to
Daniel, hands everywhere. It was no weirder to jump into a hot
shower with Jack than it had been to masturbate him against his kitchen
table. It was also a new experience to have Jack take the towel
from him and hold him close, licking the droplets of water from the
nape of his neck, rubbing his dick luxuriously against Daniel's ass as
he held Daniel's hips.
They walked out of
the bathroom that way, Jack laughingly refusing to let him go, his mood
the softest Daniel had ever seen. Relief, he guessed. Jack
had got exactly what he wanted and he was holding on no matter
what. They hesitated by the chair in his room, Jack spotting the
parcel spilling out from his backpack, which he snatched up and carried
over to the bed with them. They climbed back into bed and settled
close enough to touch, which they both did, but not crowding.
"What's in the bag?"
Jack asked, idly stroking Daniel's bicep.
presents are in my truck," Jack contradicted. "I've got shit from
half the base for you. Not as bad as Valentines Day, I grant you,
but still, we're talking an actual sack here."
Daniel never knew
how to respond to comments like that so he ignored it, peering round,
wondering where he'd left his glasses.
"Beats me," Jack
said casually, smoothing a fingertip over Daniel's eyebrow. "Damn
things get in the way. We tossed 'em a coupla orgasms ago."
He chuckled darkly as Daniel shot him a reproving look. "Just say
the word," he added suggestively. "The night is young and you're
falling behind. Let me catch my breath here and it's your turn
for some nice sex."
Daniel looked up at
alarmed. "No!" he warned vigorously. "Don't spoil it.
No talking, for God's sake."
"I was only going to
ask about boundaries," Daniel said mildly. "I'm very
uncomfortable talking about my sex life with you, Jack. I've
known you for six years and we've never talked about my sex life."
"You haven't got one
and what there is of mine, you've mostly listened to," Jack snorted.
"I hope you weren't
jerking off as some kind of primitive mating ritual," Daniel snapped.
"I can't avoid the
fact you are my sex life," Daniel finished determinedly.
"I'm not comfortable
with the thought of oral sex," Daniel said precisely.
"I'm not going to
ask you to go down on me until you're ready," Jack promised. "I'm
grateful for what we've had already, Danny. It was what I hoped,
I won't lie to you, but more, far more than I expected. I won't…"
he bit off the sentence abruptly.
"Say it," Daniel
"Okay," Jack said
uneasily. "I won't pressure you for anal sex either."
Daniel hadn't even
thought about intercourse. He realised that was what Jack's
display in the bathroom was about. Kind of a hi there and
hello to the part of Daniel that Jack and his dick took the greatest
Jack chuckled, a
rough, caressing hand cupping Daniel's cheek for a moment. "Which
illustrates my point perfectly." Jack looked at him, gently
curious. "Do you want me to go down on you, Danny?"
decided he liked hearing the pet name when they were being close like
this, warm and tangled, and talking. It was an endearment he
could appreciate. His parents had used the same pet name
because they…Jack's meaning abruptly hit home and Daniel blushed
He couldn't imagine
Jack going down on him any more than he could imagine…well, Jack
fucking him or fucking Jack. Their relationship just hadn't been
this - this intimate before.
Daniel didn't want
to have to get into the fact he wasn't all that experienced.
He'd had a total of
two significant relationships, and for the majority of his adult life
he'd been celibate. It wasn't that he didn't care about people,
he'd just cared about his work more. He'd rarely allowed anyone
to get close to him, only Sarah making it through his barriers.
He preferred to take care of his own needs. He was more focused
Daniel had never
been drawn to anyone the way he was to Jack or to Sha'uri, both of them
exploding into his life. He'd stayed with Sha'uri, but the
Stargate that led Jack to him led him in turn back to Jack. Only
Jack had ever had the temerity to drag him from his work, getting in
his face, loudly demanding Daniel's attention as his due.
Telling Jack he
couldn't even imagine what it would be like to have him go down on
him…he could not do that. Maybe Jack was always Jack to him, but
even Daniel recognised 'Colonel O'Neill' in his friend. He
couldn't make the leap.
Sex had never been
the most important part of either of his relationships. Sarah was
just as goal-oriented as he, though their goals were very different,
and Sha'uri had been a virgin. He could hardly say that sex with
Sarah was perfunctory, just that they hadn't had much time for
it. It was…scheduled. Almost. Sha'uri was passionate
though, for all her inexperience…He…he should not be thinking about his
wife when he was in bed with Jack.
He was also not
going to be telling Jack any time soon his experience of oral sex was
severely limited, and his experience of sex full stop was…there was a
word for it. Vanilla. As in nice. And easy.
Jack was watching
him, frowning a little. "I've been wondering what you taste like."
Daniel blinked hard,
his mouth dropping open. That had to be high on the list of
Things He Never Expected To Hear Out Of Jack's Mouth In His Lifetime.
Jack kept right on
staring into his eyes as he scooted down the bed to roll between
Daniel's legs, lifting them over his shoulders. "The principle is
the same, right?" he said encouragingly. "Right. Just guy
trappings instead of…" He burrowed his face into Daniel's groin,
sniffing and rubbing against Daniel's pubic hair. He looked up,
eyes sparkling. "Oh, yeah. Want to give it a
shot?" They both looked as Daniel's dick delivered an
emphatic decision. "There go those last two inches," Jack
snorted. "Looks like you're good to go to me."
asked anxiously, struggling to sit up and realising exactly why his
knees were on Jack's shoulders. It made it extremely difficult to
do anything but just lie there and…um…enjoy it. He also grasped
that Jack was completely serious about wanting to do this if he was
planning for it, and had to accept on the basis of all the evidence in
so far, Jack was totally non-freaky about blowing him.
"Um…" It was as much of a protest as he could articulate while
Jack was licking his belly with every evidence of enthusiasm.
"Who said that?"
Jack chuckled against his belly, the warm gusts of air very distracting.
Daniel was very
thumped flat on the pillow as Jack ventured down to nose into his pubic
hair, lower still to lick one of Daniel's balls. A delicate,
inquisitive flicker of his tongue.
Then a warm rasp
that lifted his ball, hot shocks of sensation tingling through his
trembling body. He didn't know what to do with his hands or his
hips or these noises he wanted to make. In the end he grabbed
wildly for a pillow and hung onto it grimly, fingers white-knuckled as
Jack happily lapped at each of his balls as the mood took him, each
time with that firm, rasping lift driving Daniel crazy.
His body clenched
against the pleasure shaking through him, shivering over his hot skin.
Jack's tongue lapped
a warm, curious trail down his dick, more cautious now. He looked
up suddenly to meet Daniel's wild eyes. "Hot," he observed
casually. He brushed a fingertip over the head of Daniel's dick,
watching as Daniel tried to curl up. He pushed his thumb into the
sensitive slit, kept the pressure up as he leaned in and sucked one of
Daniel's balls into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, sucking
"Jack!" Daniel cried
out, clenching in earnest, arching up into the tormenting pressure.
Jack dropped his
head to lick and kiss his way down Daniel's dick again, his tongue
replacing his thumb to swirl against the sensistised flesh as Daniel
writhed helplessly from the impact of those endless shocks electrifying
his body. Jack licked carefully, looking up to pull a face.
"Tastes bitter. Never knew that." He leaned in again,
moaned, those noises crowding his throat breaking free to embarrass him
loudly. "Don't stop! Don't…oh. God. Jack.
opened his mouth and slid carefully up to take Daniel into his mouth,
engulfing the head of his dick in the moist, silken heat he'd just
learned the taste of. Kissing alone was a shock to the system but
this...he moaned again, desperately, loudly. Jack took him in
deeper, opening his mouth wide, still seeming comfortable, rested a
little, took him deeper still.
Daniel was snugly
fitted in the warmest, tightest spot he'd been in for years, sliding
down a man's wide throat. He was wracked with tension, fighting
himself to let Jack lead the pace, terrified to give into those hot
shocks of sensation, to hurt Jack. He couldn't remember anything
being this good. Couldn't imagine anything better.
Then Jack began to
suck, making another of those happy noises, really getting into it.
Daniel. Jack wasn't into sucking Daniel's dick any more than he
was into Daniel's ass or the way the T-shirt had clung to him in the
restaurant. Jack was completely, utterly out-of-his-mind crazy
Jack being utterly
into him was the best thing in the history of ever.
Jack's tongue… "Jaa-aack." Did… "Goo-ood." Did his
talking for… "Oh-Ooooh." Limber pressure rubbing him
just right, just there, sucking steady and deep now, so deep, eating
him alive, really getting into it, into him, making Jack so happy…so…
Jack. Love you…love…
massaging his balls, too much, too intense, his mind was flaring white
with the pressure of sensation, rubbing, sucking, stroking, taking,
throat working soundlessly, mouth agape as Jack squeezed his balls,
sucking so damn hard his whole body spasmed ecstatically and spilled
out, spurting over Jack's tongue, still sucking…still…swallowing now,
taking it, taking everything he had to give…
"Jack," he sighed.
He pulled Daniel
closer, fussing over his dazed, sated state. Daniel was wearing a
sloppy, sweet smile that would probably embarrass the shit out of him
forever. Jack liked it. He liked Daniel, especially when he
was so…co-operative. Cuddly, even. Six feet of pleasurably
sprawling affection and snuggling to-the-bone tenderness. Shy,
that went without saying. Staring at Jack's mouth from time in
total shock and inexpressible admiration.
Jack was king of the
They'd found some
kind of comfort zone for all this weirdness, not pushing the guy-on-guy
thing too much, not doing anything freaky. They'd had some sex,
nice sex, made nice more by desperation than technique, 'cause even
Jack would admit it was all awkward and Daniel was right, knowing one
another like they did only made it worse.
Despite that they'd
found this comfort zone of things they could do and share.
Strictly non-threatening. Sticky, fun things that kept them close
and touching and kissing.
Daniel kept looking
at him, like he was this completely astonishing thing.
Shangri-La. The Rosetta Stone. Meaning of life.
Whatever. Something pretty damn special, anyway. Something
good in a way Daniel wasn't used to any more and Jack had plain given
gooood. He wasn't used to being wanted and needed, and to see it
now, on Daniel's face, in those endearing smiles, and the modest
fathomless blue eyes…king of the world time all over again.
They had weighty
matters to discuss but for now, Jack was enjoying all this shy
sweetness of Daniel's and just having that last in with him, the one
he'd always been denied 'til now. The one that got Daniel opening
right up to him and talking, confiding, and not just about the whole
'I'm fine' thing, but even about the silly stuff. He didn't even
know 'til now Daniel did silly.
"Asterix the Gaul?"
Daniel confessed, shamefaced.
Jack lifted the
comic book, which wasn't easy with Daniel sprawling on his chest,
wanting to look too. "Cute little dog," he agreed
judiciously. "It's not socio- anything?" he asked, making
absolutely sure it was okay for him to get into this too.
sure it's just the dog," Daniel decided after some consideration.
"I've been reading these since I was a kid. My parents…" he
reached up to plant a kiss on Jack's chin. "Bought me the first
book in the series for my birthday, the last one before…"
Jack stroked the
silky hair tickling his chin as Daniel sighed with infinite, gentle
sorrow, clinging rather closer to Jack. He tightened his grip
"I kept reading
them. Somehow, I never stopped. I hung onto that one book
out of so many things I lost…Had taken from me," Daniel amended, his
soft voice tightening. "For my own good," he murmured with a
trace of unaccustomed bitterness. "I had to get the rest from the
public library of wherever."
Jack figured there
was a whole history in that one word. Wherever. He hoped
Daniel would tell him some day. He wanted to know.
"I guess I'm having
my second childhood, because I found this book among my stuff and…I
went to the library to start reading again…an impulse."
understanding noises as Daniel apologised, a little flustered by his
display of childish sentiment.
"And there he was."
"Came right up to
"Kind of callow…"
interesting. Quite the entrepreneur. He's tapped into a
network of antiquarian booksellers and cult types you would not
And don't care about.
"They can get you
anything. I love the innocence of children's literature," Daniel
confided dreamily. "When you want to lose yourself…"
"Asterix does not
look particularly innocent. We've got Roman cohorts bleeding all
over the strip." Jack thought Asterix was a hoot and he was in
exactly the right age group to fully appreciate the likes of Obelix and
Getafix. And if Daniel liked little Dogmatix so damn much and
Blane was all he was cracked up to be, the sky was the limit.
Skimpy T-shirts. Skimpier pyjamas.
humour," Daniel said firmly.
children of all ages," Jack observed blandly, grinning as Daniel rose
to the bait, surging up scowling. "Sucker." He placed the
book carefully under the bed where he wouldn't tread on it, Daniel
watching anxiously. "Merry Christmas, Daniel."
Daniel smiled, a
real smile that came from the heart and punched right through Jack's
leaving him breathless and shaky because he loved Daniel so damned much.
They kissed, getting
interested, getting close, but too tired and bonelessly content to do
anything about it.
"What did you get
me?" Jack asked when Daniel cuddled in again. "After midnight,
here," he complained.
"Don't you want a
surprise?" Daniel asked innocently.
"Don't you think
we've had enough surprises tonight?" Jack snorted.
this. "I got you a box-set of DVDs."
"That show you
love…the one with the cute little dog," Daniel chuckled. "And I
don't mean Lassie."
yelled. "That was a GREAT show!" He couldn't believe Carter
got it right. It was the perfect present. Not that he
hadn't years of fun from the first Christmas present Daniel ever got
him, the lifelong subscription to National Geographic, the gift that
went right on giving, but Poochinsky? Hot damn!
"It's the whole
series," Daniel murmured into the shoulder he was kissing.
crumbs, no stupid dog cop shows, and above all, no DVD player."
"People always buy
batteries to go with toys. Are you telling me you bought me DVDs
and were too cheap to obtain the appropriate playback equipment?" Jack
asked somewhat indignantly. The two hundred bucks he'd sprung for
wine was very fresh in his mind. There was about twenty bucks
worth still in the bottle.
chuckled again, twinkling impishly up at Jack.
"I'm not telling you
what I got you. You can wait," Jack grumbled.
"I know I can.
I'm an adult."
miffed. The season tickets were just a part of his present.
One was his gift to Daniel, the other technically his gift to himself,
with Daniel along for the ride. He figured for every night they
spent in a suit for the symphony, they could spend another shouting
themselves stupid in the stands, cheering the Blue Dawgs.
"You'll love it," he
murmured sleepily. "Love you too, Jack."
Touchdown! Home run! Cat and canary. Whatever.
His Danny got sappy when he got sleepy. Jack hugged him, gloating
so hard even his hair was smug. Talk about having all his
Christmases at once. Daniel loved him. He got
sex. More sex. Poochinsky. Asterix the whatsit.
The symphony. Hockey. Daniel loved him. Even more
sex. Daniel loved him.
"Love you too,
Even on the cusp of
sleep, Daniel still frowned over his grammar. Jack felt a little
puzzled snuff of 'too?' against his chest.
So Danny wasn't
He loved Jack and
that put him in a class of exactly one. People Daniel let get
close. Just him.
this guy! Jack hugged the guy close and settled himself to
sleep. He needed to rest up for some more sex, preferably sex
that lasted a little longer.
He'd give Daniel the
best part of his present - apart from good sex of course - in the
And it was the best
Strictly a limited
He'd never seen
another hockey cap quite like his.
Except for Daniel's.
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