lazily up the full length of the pool, gloating over the peace and quiet.
No annoyingly tinny easy listening piped over the PA. No swimmers
cluttering up the place, not this early on a Sunday morning. The
water was perfect; blessedly cool and crystal clear, rippling gently above
the azure and silver tiles, and refracting the sunlight streaming in through
the tall windows.
his ritual; a personal, intensely private time out he took every off-duty,
on-world Sunday; no variation to his routine, no exceptions. A long
satisfying swim, a steam and a steak. And in the afternoon street
hockey, followed by a barbecue and beer at someone's house during the on
season, or a solo movie and beer in the off.
worked perfectly while Jack was alone. He needed the solitude.
Or so he'd told himself. Yep, he'd always done fine on
his own, so why mess with success? Why? Try having something
better to do. Or someone. The 'why' was sidling up to the steps
at the deep end, smiling nervously at him. Jack waved cheerily back
at his lover of one whole week, who wasn't exactly thrilled so much of
himself was on public display.
back towards Daniel as he tentatively dipped one slender foot into the
are you DOING?" Jack called. "Get in here!" Daniel was exciting
when slippery and wet, something Daniel was getting to grips with - along
with Jack - every time he got in the shower. Jack wanted him slippery
and wet now. He tried not to gloat too obviously when Daniel scowled
at him and dove smoothly from the steps, emerging from his shallow dive
more or less in Jack's face.
Daniel said crisply as he hastily backed off to a respectable distance,
eyeing Jack suspiciously. "I don't care HOW hot you insist these
YOUR fault," Jack riposted. "You could have lazed in bed and met
me in town for brunch at Poor Richard's but noooo, you just HAD to go and…"
mention I find swimming an uplifting experience?" Daniel asked politely
as he leaned back and relaxed, allowed himself to float and drift.
"Which led your libido right to what I WORE while swimming."
not have modelled those trunks, Jackson," Jack informed him, admiring the
view as Daniel sprawled in the water, the sun kissing his skin and lighting
his hair to gold. The trunks were fabulous; navy blue, skin tight
and distressingly - for Daniel - abbreviated. They were in a class
of their own for practically naked sex appeal, but Jack was solidly behind
Daniel's newly revealed tendency to wander vaguely around at night barefoot
and deliciously distracted in an array of staggeringly sexy flannel jammies
and slinky T-shirts, usually clutching a book or peer-reviewed journal.
wasn't aware his jammies were baggy and had a tendency to settle low on
his hips, and Jack utterly failed to bring to his attention the slinkiness
of his tees. He restricted himself to encouraging Daniel to snuggle,
which Daniel did with as much élan as he'd just displayed sidling
apologetically into the pool. Dr Daniel Jackson was slowly realising
he was a total babe and was not at all happy about it. He was deeply
suspicious of the snuggling and the quote 'bizarre and perverted interest'
Jack took in his wardrobe. "You only have yourself to blame," Jack
laid blame squarely on Daniel's shoulders.
blame for you being a lecherous sonovabitch?" Daniel queried, backstroking
Daniel, admiring the play of sleek muscles as Daniel pulled cleanly through
the water. "Yep," he agreed equably. His Sunday would fit around
Daniel from now on, with a shared swim for him, book browsing and brunch
at Poor Richard's for Daniel, no movie, no beer, and given the choice between
a long, lazy afternoon making love lingeringly with Daniel or playing hockey…no
brainer. Hockey schmockey.
a pang of desire spike through him every time he thought about what Daniel
wanted this afternoon. This was the first time since their return
from the Dwelling Place Daniel felt ready for intercourse again.
Jack was pretty much letting Daniel dictate the pace of their deepening
intimacy. Daniel had had the famine so long he was nervous about
the feast, was desperately shy about letting Jack so completely into his
personal space, and was still adjusting to the fact Jack just wanted to
be with him only all the time. Regardless of whether they wound up
at the house or the loft, they were to all intents and purposes living
together, at Jack's insistence. "Are you okay?" Jack asked
quietly as they reached the side of the pool. Daniel glanced at him
and let his feet touch the bottom, close enough Jack felt the heat of his
body in the cool water.
Daniel said easily, smiling a little.
us?" Jack persisted. "I didn't exactly let you work up to this stuff.
One day you were living alone, the next I had half your closet space."
don't feel guilty about that all," Daniel observed mildly.
Having Daniel with him was non-negotiable. Maybe he was moving fast,
but Daniel was about as fragile as tensile steel. Jack reluctantly
admitted to himself it was a hell of a jump from doing Daniel against his
front door to effectively moving in with him, but there was nothing casual
about what they had. They were in love and he wasn't wasting a minute
of their precious free time when they could be together.
they'd lived together while they were in the Dwelling Place. He saw
no reason to alter their understanding now they were back on this side
of the gate.
Teal'c and Janet were ecstatic over getting them back, and Carter was backing
them to the hilt. The debriefing had been a cake walk and after…well,
Jack had done everything but march Daniel up the aisle. Admitting
he wanted Daniel to move out of the loft and into his house after a week
together - and only a few days actually on-world - was likely to be the
proverbial straw. Daniel liked the house just fine, but he loved
his quirky loft, his things. Jack was tolerating the time they
spent there for Daniel's sake and just had to accept if Daniel had work
to do, they were going to wind up in town. He was deliberately acclimating
himself because now Daniel was getting used to the idea he got to have
Jack anywhere, he was so happy to have him there.
frankly glad he and Daniel had both been trained to manage logistics, because
the secrecy thing was a kicker. They were going to have to maintain
two of everything from cars to closets and carry every damn thing they
needed with them. There was no choice here. Neither he
nor Daniel would give up the SGC and they couldn't give up each other,
so they'd have to plan and manage their personal lives. The alternative
was to be apart and there was no goddamn way Jack would let that happen.
never lived with anyone," Daniel admitted. "It was different with
Sha'uri. I had to deal with the language, the culture, the sheer
difficulty of surviving in the desert, and the fact I couldn't get home.
It was a long time before I realised the place was home."
live with Sarah Gardner?" Jack asked, surprised.
shuddered. "Living with Sarah would have driven me nuts. We
might have shared the same profession, but I like a home that's lived in,
you know?" he asked innocently.
Jack agreed sympathetically, straight faced.
love with you, Jack," Daniel said quietly, eyes intent on Jack's.
"Never doubt that."
his hand for a moment. "I know," he said simply. "Me too."
He grinned when Daniel's face lit up and turned to push off again before
he embarrassed himself and got even more sappy than being within ten feet
of Daniel had him to start with.
a strong swimmer, far faster than Daniel. It evened out. Daniel
ran rings round him on dry land. He didn't slow his pace, just gave
Daniel room and ploughed up and down for his usual two hundred laps, non-stop.
When Jack took his breather, he idled at the side, watching his lover.
Daniel wasn't going to break any speed records but he had a beautiful stroke,
elegant and poised in the water, drawing admiring glances as the pool slowly
filled with the usual early Sunday crowd.
time Jack had to stop and tread water to let someone slower pass he called
quits and Daniel swam back over to his side. "Sauna?" he asked hopefully,
shaking his head wryly at Daniel's sceptical look. "I am NOT going
to seduce you in the sauna!" he hissed.
Daniel drawled as they climbed out of the pool and headed into the showers
to freshen up. "Steamy slippery sex never even crossed your mind."
good for your sinuses," Jack insisted, gently steering Daniel through the
locker room and around to the sauna suite. "I wish you hadn't said
that," he complained, loosening his towel a tad. "It's crossing more
than my mind now."
objectifying me again?" Daniel scowled, blushing. "Bastard."
not what you said last night," Jack said smugly. "O'Neill.
Sauna for two." The attendant made the booking at his console and
waved them through, calling out the number of their sauna as they strolled
past. There was a lot to be said for expensive exclusivity, including
the opportunity to have steamy, slippery sex with Daniel in public privacy.
"I don't know what you want me to say, Daniel," Jack said casually as he
pulled open the door to the sauna cubicle and the heat enveloped them.
"You're VERY attractive. I'm VERY attracted to you. You
want to have sex with me but don't want me to see you as sexy? That
doesn't make any sense to me."
simplistic," Daniel protested as Jack hauled him over to the low, pale
pine bench and shoved him down.
not. It's simple," Jack disagreed while he carefully poured a little
water on the coals. Jack liked the heat pounding, but he knew Daniel
got breathless. He dropped onto the bench and leaned back, his thigh
resting against Daniel's. "Sex is just one intimacy among many.
You love the sex, but it throws you when I want to be close while we're
watching TV or listening to music or whatever." Which took care of
both of their evenings together as S.O.'s.
Daniel asked incredulously. "You like having me sit on your knee,
Jack. I'm thirty-six years old, I have two PhDs and according to
you, an array of annoying accomplishments, and suddenly you've decided
I'm a…a 'babe'…" he stammered awkwardly.
HEAR the parentheses."
supposed to," Daniel snapped. "I was quoting you, not agreeing with
your position, and don't tell me that's not what I said last night," he
added rapidly. "I know perfectly well what I said last night."
morning," Jack supplied helpfully.
up!" Daniel glared at him.
it wasn't so much said as whimpered," Jack pointed out in the interests
ignored his interjection. "So out of the blue I'm a 'BABE' and it's
okay for you to haul me down onto your lap and maul me?" Daniel complained.
the mauling diss go. That was in fact a fairly accurate description.
make comments," Daniel accused.
Jack asked blankly. "Such as?"
Daniel said darkly.
Jack apologised effusively. "I don't get it. Would you care
accept the legitimacy of your complaint without supplementary evidence,"
Jack said pleasantly as he poured a little more water over the coals.
Daniel muttered cryptically.
'babe' stuff?" Jack asked sweetly, managing to take up as much bench as
two men so he could crowd Daniel into sharing some skin. He knew
exactly what stuff Daniel was referring to, none of it…
Daniel scowled at him, eyes wide and bright with temper.
I'll paint the bedroom," Jack decided. "Blue."
shot him a suspicious sidelong glance. "Why?" he asked slowly.
shade of blue?" Daniel demanded, stiffening a little.
he'd just get the sales guy at the Paint Spot to take a good look at Daniel's
eyes and match the colour. "Any suggestions?"
Daniel said promptly.
Jack stared at him. "This from the guy who painted everything white?"
whole house is vanilla!" Daniel accused him, slightly indignant.
apart from saving the world, our whole lives are vanilla," Jack felt honour
bound to point out. "We're about as straight as de facto gay gets."
saying we're boring?"
You haven't noticed because you're…"
Daniel looked as if he wanted to protest against the judgement but settled
for a mutinous pout.
been together a week, and we were still way more excited about that 'Bear
Necessities' thing on National Geographic than we were about, for example,
your first attempt at fellatio."
say it!" Daniel warned him menacingly.
Jack said gleefully.
bastard." Daniel eyed him bitterly. "I'm getting better."
even more," Jack agreed supportively. He slipped his arm round Daniel's
waist and squeezed.
you, and no, you DON'T hate me more." Daniel chose to palliate his
comprehensive condemnation by returning the embrace, fingers spread possessively
over Jack's side.
it within you to hate me even more," Jack suggested, hunching his shoulder.
He sighed and stretched out blissfully as Daniel shook his head a little
and settled it on Jack's shoulder, sighing heavily.
only knew," Daniel grumbled half-heartedly, making himself more comfortable.
quietly, close, letting the steam bathe their skin; warm and slowly relaxing,
letting the tension seep away. Jack waited patiently for Daniel to
achieve his now familiar boneless sprawl, his slim, supple body slumping
gratefully into Jack's. Jack hadn't realised how habitually uptight
Daniel was until he'd held a soft, satisfied and newly pliant Daniel close
in a post-coital embrace. A Daniel wanting to be that close, blithe,
basking in his affection, literally contented, satiated putty in his hands.
Daniel opened drowsy eyes and smiled blindingly up at Jack, reaching up
to cup his face, mouthing the words.
you too," Jack murmured.
go home," Daniel suggested, skimming his hand slowly over Jack's shoulder
and down his arm to take his hand. "And just spend the day like this."
chuckled. "I meant being close."
get much closer than naked and sweaty," Jack coaxed. He caught his
breath at the light in Daniel's eyes.
Daniel promised, blushing a little. "You've been whining about wanting
visitation rights to my psyche as well as my closet so let's just laze
around all day. We can go to the deli, pick up a little salad and
coleslaw, some chicken, maybe a cheesecake. I'll fry the chicken
and we can eat ourselves stupid out in the garden. How does that
sound?" he asked gently. He looked down for a moment. "And
later, we can…"
love. Oh, yeah," Jack said dreamily. Daniel's fingers tightened
around his. He'd been waiting for this, not patiently, since their
first time. Daniel thought he was patient, but he was in fact disciplined.
Discipline earned him a Daniel who trusted him more with every day that
passed. "Then we toss on the single most comfortable thing each of
us owns, no matter how stupid it looks, and cuddle up on the couch," he
elbowed him in the ribs. "I'm not sitting on your lap," he warned
sternly. "So don't even try it. We can watch a movie.
That'll take your mind off it."
your psyche, it has to be a movie you like, not one I've dragged you to
or one you've taken Teal'c to," Jack decided. "Even foreign language
arty crap, if that's what you want." He could take the edge off by…
NOT sitting on your knee!" Daniel snarled. "I won't fit. You
only THINK you want me to do it. Try calling in sick a couple of
times because your knees gave out while my ass was on your lap and Janet
will have YOUR ass in a sling."
at logistics," Jack insisted.
enough to shrink me by a foot."
has to be a way. I want to snuggle. I LIKE to snuggle," Jack
N-O!" Daniel scowled.
ago you said you wouldn’t sleep on the right side of the bed," Jack informed
to deal with a Pavlovian response," Daniel argued indignantly. "Every
time I try to sleep on the left, you arbitrarily decide it means I'm in
dire need of hot sex."
not the point!" Daniel tried for and completely failed to achieve dignified
rebuke, stalling somewhere around mischievous.
Jack wished there was an easy way to tell the stubborn little shit he happened
to be in love with he had beautiful eyes without coming off as a complete
SAP. "Blue," Jack decided. "We're definitely painting my -
OUR bedroom blue."
have to wear so many clothes?" Jack complained as they headed out to the
exit. "Give." He held out his hand for the mineral water.
running around with my ass on display for the edification of the libidinous,
particularly you," Daniel said firmly. He glanced down at himself.
"You don't like…I mean, it's not plaid. I've grasped you’re anti-plaid."
He looked down again. Maybe his ensemble was a tad more formal than
Jack's jeans and leather jacket, and maybe grey wasn't the liveliest colour
on the planet, but the pants were comfortable despite the pleat fronts
only guys who were really built - or in his case, skinny - could get away
with. The knit shirt might be long sleeved, and just another paler
shade of grey, but it was silk, and Jack had been fairly enthusiastic and
distinctly tactile about helping him into it.
think this is overkill?" Jack demanded, flipping Daniel's wine coloured
silk jacket impatiently. He had to stop and retrieve his ID card
to swipe through the spa's exit gate. "Sheesh. 'The Springs'
has tighter security than the mountain," he grumbled. "I don't know
why you fight it so damn much. You have a GREAT ass, I can testify
to that. Can't you just quit with this denial thing and flaunt it?"
followed him out to the parking lot and over to the truck, which Jack had
insisted on bringing, citing the large sport bags. Yeah. "You
want me to flaunt my allegedly great ass at the population of Colorado
Springs?" he asked musingly, watching with great interest as Jack gave
this some thought.
Jack decided at last. "You still have that old duffle coat?" he asked
no shame," Daniel sighed.
whatsodamnever," Jack agreed happily, beaming at him as he unlocked the
Jack refused with unflattering promptness, hopping into the truck.
clambered in his side, deciding it was petty to slam the door.
to get out and KICK the damn door, too?" Jack asked sarcastically.
He had to grab Daniel as he reached for the door handle. "You are
THE single most annoying man on the face of the Earth."
why you love me," Daniel smirked.
me nuts!" Jack accused as they pulled away.
you busy," Daniel said sweetly. "Head over to 'Not Carol's Beans
& Things' in Academy Place, okay? We're almost out of coffee.
Both of us," he added wryly. "She does great salads and Pike's Perk
is right next to it for the cheesecake. Do you want something disgustingly
calorific and sticky?"
say yes to that with the fullest confidence," Jack grinned. "In fact,
yes to eating ourselves stupid but why cook? Juniper Valley is only
a little out of the way and God knows they do great chicken. Biscuits
and apple butter," he tempted. "We can have lunch there and laze
around in the great outdoors."
what you want," Daniel agreed at once. He was slightly disappointed.
He couldn't exactly say the thrill was gone, not the way he and Jack were
all over each other, but that vanilla crack stung. Daniel was beginning
to feel like he should…well, loosen his tie. Undo the top button.
Untuck his shirt. Let it hang out - a bit. He had been hoping
'laze around' would translate into fooling around with Jack's enthusiastic
co-operation. Without guaranteed privacy, Daniel doubted Jack would
be comfortable making out and even if he was, Daniel wasn't. Oh,
well. He'd already muscled in on Jack's sacrosanct Sunday ritual
so all he could do was give way now with a good grace.
pick up the salad stuff and the cheesecake and pig out at dinner too,"
Jack suggested. "I've got the cooler box back there, nothing will
spoil. I'll cook us a couple of sirloins," he offered.
Daniel returned Jack's smile. "I love Sunday," he confided.
"It's weird how there's always so much time on a Sunday. I always
feel as if it's the one day of the week where your life is truly your own,
no pressure, no distractions, just…time. It doesn't feel the same
if you're off on, say, a Wednesday."
day of the week too," Jack agreed.
was getting brighter every minute, so Daniel handed him his sunglasses
as they pulled up to the next stop sign. Even downtown Colorado Springs
was pleasant on Sunday morning. There were still plenty of people
around, but the pace of life was slower. "I read an anthropologist
a few years back who posited that the reason we find modern life so stressful
is that human beings evolved as gregarious, social animals genetically
designed to live and hunt in a pack or tribe. Our essential nature
hasn't changed even though communication, agricultural settlement and technology
have transformed our environment. We're designed to be happy in a
tightly knit social grouping of maybe a hundred individuals, inclusive
of extended families. Instead we had a population explosion and new
industries to service after the Industrial Revolution, and this necessitated
urbanisation. Today we have the nuclear family, and the elderly are
cast adrift as their nurturing role is assumed by the formalised education
system. The needs of the tribe and the individual are subordinate
to the needs of the systems which process them. Instead of a small,
cohesive social unit striving towards a common goal, we have to compete
with a vast throng of rivals for limited resources. People just weren't
designed to live like this," Daniel gestured at the townscape rolling smoothly
by them. "We strive to find that sense of community urbanisation
has deprived us of, and interests become parochial." He caught the
sly look Jack shot him as they turned left off East Platte and headed up
to towards Constitution Avenue.
people?" Jack asked sceptically.
Jack. How many people do you actually know? This guy did research
and in the majority of his sample, a hundred was in the upper percentile,
and many didn't even come close to that."
some bizarre shit, Jackson," Jack shook his head, laughing a little.
"It's Sunday. No in-depth socio-cultural analysis on Sunday."
didn't miss the paternal indulgence in Jack's manner. He decided
there and then to loosen with a vengeance and seduce Jack in the great
outdoors. If he wanted naked and sweaty, Daniel would GIVE him naked
and sweaty. "It's still early," he suggested as Jack pulled in.
"Let's drop this stuff off at the house and I'll change so we can take
a walk. You want to call the Juniper Valley and make reservations
while I pick up the stuff?"
Jack reached for his cell phone.
marched briskly into the homey gingham trimmed environs of 'Not Carol's',
sniffing appreciatively at the dark, rich scent of coffee. He bought
a couple of pounds of premium organic Colombian roast and some of the chocolate
shavings Jack liked, plus two large sweet 'n' crunchy salads, then headed
out and up the street to Pike's Perk. The mouth watering display
of pastries, desserts and baked goods always blew him away. He loved
to sit here on one of the overstuffed blue couches, coffee and desert within
reach on one of the neat little beech and chrome tables, dipping into the
articles in the journal of something or other and basically people watching.
In a small way, it helped connect him with the people the SGC were fighting
for. Daniel felt more of a stranger in the Springs than he did at
the mountain. It bothered him the only people he really knew were
his teammates, Janet and the general, and Cassie. Hanging out in
places like 'Pikes Perk', 'The Chinook' and 'Poor Richard's' helped.
Daniel's 'tribe' barely made it into double figures.
assistant - who was a Carol - looked up brightly, gauged his indecision
over the cheesecake and suggested a selection of slices. Daniel thought
about Jack for a moment, and asked for a slice of everything. That
gave him vanilla fudge, coffee walnut, triple chocolate, caramel pecan
and citrus burst. "It might not be enough," Daniel said gloomily
as Carol carefully boxed each slice. Pike's Perk had its own take
out packaging. You got slim slices of a cheesecake that walked tall.
"It really might not be enough."
waiting impatiently when Daniel got back to the truck. Big shock
there. His eyes went straight to the parcels.
are you having?"
Jack was putting away the food they'd brought in, retrieving the sirloins
from the freezer, and packing up water, thermal blankets, the medical kit,
and probably his gun, Daniel managed to smuggle a blanket and a few essential
supplies, including lubricant, into his own backpack. He highly doubted
he was going to be comfortable enough to want intercourse on a little blanket
in the big woods, but he and Jack had a lot of quiet - um, noisy fun when
they let their fingers do the talking.
this meant he was still dressed when Jack loped into the bedroom to find
out what he was up to. Jack brightened visibly. He thoroughly
enjoyed 'assisting' Daniel to undress and was extremely persuasive and
creative when it came to ways to keep him from changing into anything else.
Daniel gave up after the third time Jack batted his fingers out of the
way and let him pull the shirt off. The silk did cling, which might
explain why Jack's hands spent more time on his skin than on the fabric,
but eventually - and somewhat reluctantly - Jack extracted him from it.
Jack tossed the top and reached for Daniel's belt buckle.
could take some time," he warned solemnly. "Please tell me you're
wearing those 501s," he pleaded. "I LIKE buttons."
noticed you like buttons." Daniel liked having Jack's hands on him.
In fact…he leaned into Jack's stroking fingers; pleasantly hard and interested,
reaching up to pull Jack into a kiss. "Hi."
at him and kissed him back, a gentle promise of their plans for later.
laid his head on Jack's shoulder, idly smoothing his palms over the soft
cream jersey clinging to Jack's broad back. As always, Daniel found
his freedom to touch led his errant fingers up into Jack's hair.
It wasn't that he didn't appreciate what half a lifetime in Special Ops
or the morning ritual of three hundred sit-ups had done for Jack, the man
was rock solid, but he loved the softness of Jack's eyes; the way
Jack's head moved against his hand, returning the caress, even though Jack
was totally focused on easing down his zipper a tooth at a time; the way
Jack's lips moved against his in a kiss.
so grateful he had Jack at last, and so scared he would lose him.
It wasn't just the dramas and crises at the SGC, but the daily grind of
being two men who were lovers and having to hide it from everyone.
No one could know they were together because it wasn't fair to make them
lie about it, any more than it was fair for Jack to have to deliberately
and systematically breach Air Force policy on same sex relationships.
All Jack would say was that they knew, and that was enough for him.
Daniel hinted, rocking his hips into Jack's tormenting hand, more than
pleasantly hard, try NEEDING, as in right now.
are for fourteen hundred. Late cancellation," Jack warned.
"Ethel won't hold the table."
just after ten," Daniel murmured, rubbing his cheek against Jack's throat
as he fumbled in turn at Jack's zipper, gloating over the eager erection
throbbing against his hand as he roughly pushed the jeans down.
Jack hissed, his breath hitching as Daniel stroked him knowingly.
Daniel demanded, reaching up for a kiss. Jack shoved him against
the bedroom wall, Daniel laughing softly at the glittering hunger in his
eyes. He swung his weight up as Jack lifted him, wrapping his legs
tight around Jack's back. The sheer strength of his lover turned
him on so fast he couldn’t see straight, literally couldn’t get enough
of him. Jack comfortably held all of Daniel's weight, straining up
to let Daniel plunge deep into his mouth as he thrust powerfully, driving
Daniel's butt hard against the wall, lifting them both.
that feels good," Daniel groaned, pulling Jack into another deep, desperate
kiss. None of Daniel's fantasies had come close to the reality of
being with Jack. He'd never imagined Jack just doing him, hard and
fast against the wall, his arms braced beneath Daniel's butt. He'd
never imagined the softness of fabric chafing his nipples to aching hardness,
Jack's muscles flexing against his own, pinning him to the wall, both of
them sweat slick as Daniel yanked up the T-shirt to feel Jack's skin slip
over his. Jack was the gentle lover Daniel had dreamed of, absolutely,
all that and so much more, but when they needed it like this…
was boiling up, making his heart pound sickeningly as Jack slammed into
him, grinding his hips urgently into Daniel's.
you…love…" Jack grated through clenched teeth, leaning in to bite at Daniel's
opened to the raging kiss, Jack's probing tongue so aggressive, so forceful
he banged Daniel's head off the wall. Daniel surrendered, his arms
wrapped tight around Jack's neck, cupping Jack's head as he sucked at his
tongue. Jack was quivering now, straining against Daniel's weight,
thrusting deep into Daniel's mouth as his back arched and he came, a shock
of slick heat splashing over Daniel's groin, tumbling him over the edge
Daniel sighed. Love you too.
buckled when Jack let him down, only the weight of Jack's body leaning
into his enough to keep him upright as they wrapped around one another,
still shaking. Daniel kissed Jack's brow and hugged him close as
they fought for breath and balance.
Daniel wheezed, perplexed by the odd grimace twisting Jack's face.
He smoothed the sweat from Jack's brow. "What is it?"
to see you smile," Jack whispered.
understood. It was incredibly awkward being in love with another
man, wanting to be affectionate and not knowing what to say. He bit
back half the things he was thinking and feeling when they were alone.
Jack was right in a way. Daniel loved being with him, loved the way
they were gradually learning to know one another's bodies and needs, but
he wanted to curl up and die when Jack got that glazed look which told
him clearer than any words Jack found him not just desirable but…but beautiful.
Jack seemed to find him a whole host of other things too, including adorable,
sweet and engagingly naïve, to quote but a few of a wide selection
of damning endearments. Even something as simple as letting Jack
lead him by the hand into the bathroom so they could clean up was fraught
with difficulty. Daniel didn't mind being naked, he barely even registered
Jack's jeans were giving up the struggle against gravity and his T-shirt
was…um…saturated. He was more aware of his own attraction to Jack,
who was mussed and sweaty, sleek with satisfaction and tenderness, definitively
turned on the shower and jumped in as Jack shucked his clothes, rinsed
himself thoroughly and promptly got out of Jack's way, otherwise the quickie
against the bedroom wall would segue into the shower.
Jack sneered as Daniel neatly sidestepped him, snatched up a towel and
still had plans to seduce Jack while they were out this afternoon so he
dispensed with underwear, settling for the 501s Jack liked him in so much,
or rather was now admitting he liked him in, maybe because he'd had them
since he returned to Earth and what was once a tad on the baggy side wasn't
now. It was lucky they'd been laundered to softness, because they
looked like they'd been sprayed on. Daniel usually tossed on a sweater
that at least covered his ass but it was getting hotter by the minute so
he settled for a T-shirt, a pale green that reminded him of frosted grass
every time he wore it. The tee was on the tight side too. It
was difficult to hold onto his somewhat deprecating self-image when he
was busting out of most of his casual clothes and Janet was adamant his
BMI was perfect. He couldn’t convince even himself he was getting
to root around in the bottom of the closet, which presented a target of
opportunity for the colonel, who was a sneaky, silent sonovabitch.
"Get off me!"
off on you," Jack corrected, utterly failing to remove his hands as instructed.
"This…" Jack patted Daniel's derriere fondly…"is one of my reasons for
rapidly becoming one of my reasons for killing you, so back off," Daniel
warned, finally getting his hands on his boots. Jack backed up with
him, and when he turned, he was in Jack's arms. Daniel took in the
slightly hopeful, 'soo not going to embarrass myself and ASK' look on Jack's
face and rushed to reassure him. "Only your ass is enough to save
you," he admitted self-consciously. See? Awkward.
such a pushover, Jackson," Jack said complacently.
Daniel queried. "Didn't we agree the pillow talk only occurred when
we were adjacent to the pillows?"
right there," Jack jerked his thumb at the bed.
comfortable with you using an endearment in every day conversation you
usually howl when you're coming," Daniel said firmly. "Unless your
tongue is down my throat."
dick is in mine," Jack said equably, pulling on his jeans. He rolled
his eyes at Daniel, sighing theatrically. "Fine. I won’t use
the orgasm pet name at the briefing table. Okay?"
private," Daniel insisted gently, reaching into the closet for the faded
chambray shirt that went with the jeans.
Jack wrestled the shirt from him. "You do not need it. It's
hotter than Abydos out there, and don't pout, it makes me want to kiss
ignored Jack's scowl and tried to work out how just standing here gave
him a pout. This wasn't the first time Jack had mentioned pouting.
Back at the Dwelling Place…wasn't there some nonsense about a sexy pout?
Daniel wasn't pouting. He didn't pout.
DON'T pout! What part of 'don't pout' didn't you get?"
part," Daniel complained, trailing his fingertips maddeningly over Jack's
navel. "What part of 'I've got the hots for you' didn't YOU get?"
I'm getting this afternoon." Jack lifted Daniel's hand and lingeringly
kissed the veins at his wrist. He snorted as colour flooded Daniel's
face again. "I can't tell you how cute that is," he told Daniel softly,
stroking over the flushed skin of his cheek.
the grey one," Daniel ordered, blatantly ignoring yet another deposit in
the 'cute' bank.
one?" Jack held up a T-shirt.
one." The one Daniel had accidentally laundered on the hot cycle.
The one that fit like a second skin.
the T-shirt over his head and was disconcerted to find there wasn't a great
deal of it to tuck in.
cleared his throat and wandered over to sit on the bed while Jack stalked
back over to throw open the closet door and check himself out.
putting on weight?" Jack asked incredulously, turning circles trying to
look at his ass.
no," Daniel hastened to assure him. "Well…" he murmured doubtfully.
Jack froze and glared at him. "No."
does my butt look big in these?" Jack asked anxiously, turning to present
his rear for inspection.
duly inspected. "Um…"
throat dried. "Um…"
I even asking you? You're like a Rottweiler."
dragged his eyes from Jack's rear, straightened up and matched him glare
for glare. "I only bit you that ONE time," he retorted.
pout," Jack said judiciously as he spotted the sign for the exit to Fountain
just ahead of him. "You're pouting right now, and let me tell you,
sullen is seriously sexy."
doing anything!" Daniel denied adamantly. "I'm just sitting here."
just sitting here pouting," Jack corrected him meanly.
tell a grown man he has a sexy pout," Daniel complained to the universe
tell a colonel he's cute when he lisps," Jack observed mildly.
'my dog is a cat' logic!"
to get mad, he really did. Daniel was patently horny as hell, spoiling
for a fight and some hot alfresco make up sex on the vile plaid blanket
he didn't know Jack knew he'd brought, but Daniel wasn't just pouting.
The soaring temperatures had resulted in a stern lecture about the perils
of heatstroke from Dr Jackson, which in turn resulted in TMI about both
of them having a hat fetish. Jack had no idea the mere sight of him
in a boonie made Daniel weak at the knees, which was pretty cool, because
he hardly ever wore his boonie at work, and he did have his fishing hat
at home. Daniel equally hadn’t realised how hot Jack found him in
both a boonie and a bandana, which was a big problem, because Daniel frequently
wore both. He was wearing a bandana right now. Jack couldn’t
keep his eyes off it. It was blue, several shades lighter than Daniel's
eyes, close to the colour of his jeans. Every self-respecting hormone
in Jack's body was woofing and slobbering right now. "I've got a
surprise for you," he said, grinning as Daniel perked up.
image. Perky and pouting in a bandana? They had hours before
they got to have make-up sex, which at this point in the day, Jack was
certain would be making up for not getting to have sex sooner.
Daniel's face fell. "A surprise I'LL like?" he asked suspiciously.
"We're stopping in Fountain?" he went on as Jack turned off the 115 and
then again onto Parker Road.
and Crafts Fair," Jack admitted self-consciously. "Ethel mentioned
it when I called to make the reservation. She said a couple of reputable
dealers were taking part, and there should be some good stuff. I
just thought…you know." He shrugged it off.
I do," Daniel agreed anxiously. "But this isn't exactly your idea
of a good time."
feel any burning desire to tell Daniel he would have all the entertainment
he needed from watching him happily poking around the auction lots and
the dealer's displays, bright-eyed and bushy tailed. It didn't take
much to make Daniel happy; in fact all it really took was Jack. If
Daniel was expecting Jack to be bored, he was mistaken. Having Jack's
attention was a small thing, but important. He had it, and if Jack
had anything to say about it, he also got to have THE single most hideous
objet Jack could find at the fair to saddle him with. "Ethel mentioned
free lemonade and a county wide cake competition," he winked at Daniel.
see the line of cars and trucks ahead of them and decided to pull in and
park where they were. He'd bet money they'd still beat the traffic.
Daniel waited for him on the sidewalk while he locked the truck and set
the alarm. Jack leered at him as he put his hat on and tilted the
mention I like the shades too?" Daniel asked. "Keep that in mind."
along, not exactly dawdling but close, enjoying the sunshine. When
Jack tried to remember the last time he'd been this happy he scared himself
how far back he had to go, back to when he was promoted to colonel and
got those ten precious months at the Air War College. Ten months
where he got to go home to Sara and Charlie every night, and the biggest
thing on Sara's mind was getting Charlie to eat carrots, because the worst
thing he had to face was bad grades and paper cuts. Not that grades
had ever been a problem.
over at his linguist, just cruising along, perfectly content, admiring
the trees and Jack's ass as he went. He had an irresistible urge
to mess with dear Dr Jackson's mind. "Two PhD's, huh?"
nodded vaguely. "Anthropology and linguistics."
come you always insist you're a doctor of archaeology?" Jack prompted.
Daniel looked at him, focusing for the first time. "My PhD is in
language and literature, which is a specialised branch of archaeology.
That was my second PhD, from the Oriental Institute of the University of
Chicago." He smiled at Jack. "That's where my parents met," he said
softly. "At the Institute. They fought like cat and dog, competed
for every scholarship, fellowship and award going and always got beat out
by this one guy who wasn't distracted by…um…" he faltered awkwardly to
the mind-blowing hot sex as read and let Daniel skip the ewwwy bit.
"If you wanted to follow in your parents footsteps, how come you wound
up at UCLA?"
face tightened. "I was sixteen when I started UCLA as a freshman.
Social Services in New York didn't know what to do with me when I graduated
school early and none of the universities in New York would take me, not
with a caseworker to keep happy. Too much paperwork. The University
of Chicago said yes, Chicago Social Services said no. In fact, LA
was the only place that would take me with agreement from both the university
and Social Services. The fact UCLA is top ten for anthro was a fluke.
LA Social Services assigned me a caseworker and a couple of foster placements
to get me to my eighteenth birthday. I was luckier than most students.
The Educational Enrichment Programme took care of my fees for the first
two years and I made a lot of friends among the library staff and…" Daniel
looked embarrassed. "When I left foster care I got a job…what they
described as 'relief cover' which…um…"
matched your lecture schedule exactly?" Jack enquired. "I'm sure
they exploited you ruthlessly."
me you didn’t date any of them," Jack sighed.
seemed to find his hiking boots a source of great interest.
God. Social Services just threw an eighteen year old virgin at a
bunch of sex-crazed librarians?" Jack nimbly sidestepped Daniel's viciously
jabbing elbow. "They oil you up and hurl you at the help desk?" he
asked interestedly. "Did you HAVE any duties? APART from wafting
round the stacks being young, hot, sweet and nice?"
bees and Boolean, huh?" Jack snorted. "Kinks and keywords."
stared at him. "It's equally odd that you speak with such confidence
of stacks and keywords. What happened to 'me Jack, me dumb'?"
Jack smirked. "Me dumb, we dead."
to the Air Force Academy, right?" Daniel asked, still staring at Jack,
brow wrinkling thoughtfully.
had a library at the Academy," Jack said placidly. He wanted to milk
the wrinkled brow moment. Poor Daniel. It was hell being a
genius AND adorable. The Academy had a nice, big library he'd spent
a lot of time in because his roomie had spent a lot of time in a fellow
me you didn't date any of them," Daniel parroted.
in vain for modesty.
with a BSc, right?" Daniel persisted.
a focus on…what? What was your major?" Daniel nudged him when he
didn't answer straight away.
pilot, Top Gun as a matter of fact." Jack let Daniel's lack of reaction
go, he'd ooh and aah and be suitably proud as soon as he confirmed on Google
that Jack didn’t win some prize for nailing Kelly McGillis. "Special
Ops colonel, amateur astronomer, viewer of C-Span, avid reader of National
Geographic…you tell me," he challenged. That would keep Daniel out
of mischief for a while.
the drivers in the gridlock returned Jack's cheery wave with a gesture
of his own. Jack's smile widened. Life was looking good.
He made full use of Daniel's distraction to get them into Parker Park,
which was the stupidest name he could think of FOR a park, and through
the throng of people milling around at the entrance, with the kind of expertise
only a three-time Disneyworld veteran could manage.
to register for the auction?" Jack prompted.
focused again. "Please. You weren't an engineering major, that
much is obvious."
if they snuck around the back of the cake competition tent, they'd get
the drop on the day trippers. He had no doubt at all the pros would
already have their spots for the auction picked out, along with all the
lots they were bidding on. Fortunately, he and Daniel were here as
browsers not bidders, so it didn't matter to them. "Obviously?" he
scowled over his shoulder at Daniel as they cut rapidly across the ground
where the two tents backed onto each other.
putative expertise in magnetism aside," Daniel explained. He
caught sight of Jack's face and sniffed. "Not that kind of magnetism,
and I'm hardened to the big, pleading puppy eyes, so don't even bother,"
he said crisply.
not," Jack snorted. "You melt like ice cream under a blow torch."
Daniel half-heartedly glared back at him but couldn’t really deny what
was in fact the absolute truth. Daniel just didn't want to admit
he was ridiculously tender hearted and susceptible where Jack was concerned.
Jack had to fight himself tooth and claw not to take advantage of Daniel's
sensitivity, of just how much he loved him. Daniel was far too indulgent
with him as it was. Jack was the one making all the demands, relentlessly
pushing his way into Daniel's personal space, into his privacy, way too
quickly. He knew part of it was that Daniel loved him deeply, and
had for a long time, but part of it was insecurity, something that would
only be cured by time and familiarity. Jack may have muscled his
way in, but he wasn't going anywhere. Sooner or later, Daniel would
get that, and tragically the days of being shamelessly indulged would cease
and desist. Jack was trying for all the quality lap time he could
now so he'd have something to annoy Daniel with on the day he stopped putting
down the book and cuddling up next to him on the couch for what that noble
bastion of English culture the BBC referred to so quaintly as snogging.
Sooner or later he would get Daniel actually onto his lap. "Being
nice is one of your most engaging qualities," he said softly, smiling as
Daniel squirmed with embarrassment at the compliment, looking anywhere
but at Jack. "It's rare enough in the world," he added dryly.
got in line, Jack leaned in. "Look winsome and affluent," he ordered.
"And tell me more about magnetism," he prodded.
Daniel ostentatiously rubbed his side. "If you were an engineering
major, George wouldn't let you get away with half the things you say to
Sam, " he picked up his argument where he left off. "I'm not saying
your lummox act isn’t Oscar-worthy…"
not stupid either," Daniel said smugly.
for an unexpected break in the line, beating out three large snarling women
and a small friendly dog that sniffed his foot and licked him before settling
down to chew his laces. Jack waved his MasterCard and drivers licence
at the clerk, Daniel did the same, and Jack emerged triumphant from the
line with Daniel, two crudely numbered ping pong paddles and the dog.
keep him," Daniel said sympathetically, making a paw of his hand and holding
it out for the dog to sniff.
licked Daniel too, and snuggled into the petting and stroking that followed,
you of anyone?" Jack grinned. "This is a cute dog." He stroked
it soothingly as Daniel leaned in to check out the name tag on the collar.
Elvis, who licked his chin enthusiastically, for a closer inspection.
"He's got a floppy ear."
Daniel agreed softly. "And a wayward tail." He stroked Elvis.
"He's lost. He needs reassurance," he explained as he kept on stroking.
Jack agreed heartily. Nothing to do with the silky brown and white
fur or the licking. He took in the softness in Daniel's eyes and
the gentle fingers. "You never had a dog when you were a kid?"
my foster placements - they had a dog." Daniel looked up self-consciously.
"When the placement ended, I couldn’t understand why I had to leave Fred
behind too. I tried not to get attached after that."
are times when I could cheerfully strangle Nick," Jack said conversationally,
handing Daniel the dog. "I see a PA system over there. Must
be the organiser's tent. Let's take Elvis over and give him up before
we Thelma and Louise him away from some weeping six year old."
hugged Elvis closer. "He's well taken care of," he admitted.
"Happy." Elvis tried to climb over Daniel's shoulder and settled
for draping his paws on Daniel's chest and mock-growling until he got fingers
to nibble. "We can't keep him," Daniel warned Jack.
Jack agreed meekly. He decided to replace the large, well trained
working dog of his pre-Daniel retirement plans with a small friendly dog
that was predisposed to lick and give attitude.
ahead to explain the situation to the woman making the announcements and
she agreed to take Elvis off their hands. Daniel handed Elvis over
reluctantly, lingering to pet him until Jack hard-heartedly peeled him
away and pulled him into the crowd. Unfortunately the announcement
requesting Elvis's owners to come pick him up was drowned out by heart
rending whining. "Aw, jeez," Jack groaned as Daniel shot him
a distinctly accusatory look.
have stayed with him," Daniel fretted, looking back longingly as Jack ruthlessly
dragged him away.
glad they were still within earshot when the whining segued into ecstatic
barking. He went with the noble tradition of parenting everywhere
and tried bribery. "Lemonade stand," he said firmly. "It's
got actual lemons." Daniel didn't seem particularly receptive to
lemons at this precise point in time. He was still watching Elvis,
who didn't seem overly enthused with the announcer while Daniel was frowning
at his touching reunion with whoever it was had been careless enough to
lose him in the first place. Jack glimpsed the auction tent through
a small break in the trees and marched off. It was time to get tactical.
He went with a diversion. "Did I mention my Masters degree?" he called
over his shoulder, smirking as Daniel caught up with him a moment later.
Daniel was such a pushover.
degree?" Daniel asked inquisitively.
a prerequisite," Jack said lightly. "The standard for promotion to
major in the Air Force is a masters degree."
despite all the books you have hidden in your basement, and the fact you've
corrected my grammar on more than one occasion, I doubt you're an English
major," Daniel mused.
a laundry-cum-library down there." Daniel looked across at Jack,
eyes sparkling. "I know it's hard to work books into attack helicopter
themed décor. Not that I don’t appreciate rotors," he teased.
"I mean, I know you feel the exact same way about my 'little brushy things'…"
I only borrowed that one damn time," Jack griped. "Didn't dare try
that again after the fuss you made, just because I used it to…"
what you used it to…I know exactly," Daniel snapped. "Stop trying
to change the subject. Did you take a sabbatical to get your masters?"
but I'll give you a clue," Jack said cheerfully. "I did it before
I went to the Special Operations School. And YEARS before I went
to the Air War College. That's graduate level education too."
Something he snowed Carter into forgetting every damn time.
were a pilot you would most likely have been stationed in this country,"
Daniel speculated, watching Jack's face for clues.
used the face he normally used when Carter Explained Stuff.
was Sam I'd smack you one," Daniel said coldly.
didn’t work on the linguist.
to the University of Minnesota," Daniel suggested, carefully watching Jack's
reaction. He nodded. "And if it was before you went to…"
Jack chuckled. "Trust me."
winced sympathetically. "So you've graduated from High School, the
Air Force Academy, Flight School, where you were Top Gun," he added conscientiously,
"Special Operations School, the University of Minnesota AND the Air War
College." Daniel shook his head in mild disbelief. "You don't
do a damn thing you don't want to, do you?" he asked half- admiringly,
science?" Daniel suggested, eyes soft. "You're a cynic, Jack, and
a cynic is just a frustrated idealist. Before you can change your
world, you have to understand it. As for your masters, if you went
into Special Forces after that, I'd suggest international relations.
The politics of policing the global market." Daniel's smile widened
with satisfaction. "There had to be some reason for George to keep
right on indulging you, even if it wasn't immediately apparent," he grinned
wickedly and darted off into the auction tent. "I'll check it all
out and get back to you."
do you mean? 'Not immediately apparent'?" Jack fumed, hurrying to catch
up with him. The first thing they found in the stifling hot tent
was a large board with Polaroids and a description of the contents of all
reading the notice pinned above the snaps, Daniel turned to him incredulously.
"People SWAP the contents of the lots? That's…that's…"
Jack asked sourly.
one word for it," a soft, low voice rumbled behind them.
to find a middle-aged couple waiting patiently behind them to get a look
at the board, both in shorts, both in hats, both in love and holding hands.
Jack and Daniel stepped aside to make room for them.
no fun when you bid a couple of thousand dollars for an antique appliqué
quilt and when you get your lot the contents are a legless Barbie, a check
tablecloth and a licence plate from Dubuque," the speaker's wife agreed.
looking at a quiet, thoughtful man with veteran written all over him.
he said. "And this is Jen," he nudged his wife.
and this is Jack," Daniel smiled at them as they shook hands.
to weigh them up and decide they were good people. "You serve?" he
colonel in the Air Force. Sir?" he prompted Tom.
Tom said modestly.
MCPON when he retired," Jen told them proudly, squeezing her husband's
Chief Petty Officer of the Navy," Jack explained to Daniel.
son?" Tom asked.
archaeologist," Daniel offered.
in languages," Jack told them with justifiable pride. "Twenty three
languages," he couldn't resist adding, basking in the oohs and aahs and
the perennial 'isn't he young!' Daniel could hate him later, for
the make up sex.
work up at Peterson?" Jen asked them brightly.
everyone?" Tom snorted. "You bidding today? Take a word of
advice, and don't be too obvious picking out your lots. We might
be in a tent in a field in park with a stupid name, but there are some
pieces of work who get to these auctions, shop owners, serious collectors
and the like. The kind who want a dollar change from fifty cents.
Don't get me wrong, they're not all like that, but there are a few."
for the warning," Daniel said gratefully. "We weren't really planning
to bid but…"
outright, shaking her head tragically at their naïveté.
"Honey, that's what ALL the rookies say first time out! Then they
stagger back to their cars laden down with who knows what costing they
wish they didn't know what," she teased.
in that zone and bid your ass off for crap," Tom sighed. "It's embarrassing.
Auction fever happens to the best of us. You never know when it's
gonna strike or how long it will last. If it does hit, just take
the paddle away." He scowled at his wife. "Jen smacked me in
the head with it one time," he announced provocatively.
touched you!" Jen complained, scowling up at him. "I should have
hit you harder. Two thousand bucks!"
obviously an old grudge match. Jack and Daniel looked suitably aghast.
meeting you boys. Have fun," Tom grinned, steering his wife away,
the two of them still amicably bickering.
resist honeymooners?" Jack grinned.
telling me they don't completely intimidate you?" Daniel asked, disbelieving.
"Who can live up to that kind of expectation? Aren't you completely
in awe of two people who can live together for forty of fifty years and
still be in love? I am."
work." A particularly reverberant comment had them both chuckling
at the combatants, who were really getting into it over a box of
glassware. They could see Tom sneering from here. "And
VAST tolerance. Which we have," Jack added hastily.
Daniel asked innocently, angling gently over to inspect the first row of
okay, you do," Jack amended, looking unenthusiastically at his rival bidders.
"It's hot as hell in here. You want that lemonade now?"
chuckled. "Which translates as you want your cake now."
a county-wide competition!" Jack felt the importance of that should be
self-evident to any snack lover. "For our sake, I hope it's cut-throat.
That means GOOD eating."
are the odds of you not whining if I say no?" Daniel asked, wincing over
a box full of distressed china.
eat my cake," Daniel warned him sternly.
of honour as an officer and a gentleman!" Jack made with the big, wounded
nodded solemnly. "That's exactly what you said to me on Friday before
you ate my cake and again when I complained about you eating my cake.
You should have stuck with the swooping eagle story. It was more
wrote off aisle two of the tent. He'd seen nothing in the boxes of
china to tempt his interest, then crossed paths with Tom and Jen in glassware
and they'd all despaired. Jen had dragged Tom over to look at dresses
and frilly lingerie while Daniel withdrew to a discreet distance - out
of earshot of Tom's pained protests - to browse his way through the quilts
and textiles. Jack had been gone for around half an hour. It
was possible he'd been attacked by a swooping eagle with a cake fetish,
but knowing Jack, he'd probably convinced the anxious competitors he was
the judge from Manitou Springs or something just so he could get more cake.
He knew no shame in the pursuit of quality snacks.
had found a quilt he thought Sam would like, a lovely one with a repeated
appliqué pattern of tulips. The soft pastels were appealing,
colours Sam often wore. The auction catalogue described them as ice
cream shades. It also described the price.
Jack breathed in his ear, making him jump.
silent sonovabitch! He had to be doing that on purpose. Had
Jack said carefully, eyeing the quilt dubiously.
be perfect with your new blue colour scheme," Daniel informed him gravely.
back on his heels, took a deep breath and a long, hard look at the quilt
and shuddered convulsively. Then he looked pleadingly at Daniel.
"No." Jack looked again. "I love you but…no."
held up the catalogue for inspection.
no!" Jack sputtered. "HOW much?"
make a lovely present for Sam," Daniel coaxed.
like Carter that much," Jack riposted.
will contribute, that's only two hundred dollars each," Daniel rebuked
him. "Don't tell me Sam isn’t worth two hundred bucks."
trod heavily on Jack's foot. "Cake," he ordered, holding out his
"After extensive sampling, I narrowed it down to this one." He held
out a cup of lemonade and a napkin filled with a hunk of something dark,
rich and moist. "Date and orange. Spectacular. I waved
my ass and got the recipe from Mrs Date and Orange," he said proudly.
"I got Intel too. We can get all the stuff in 'Not Carol's', because
Doris does, and she says the secret is to leave the tea loaf in the tin
for twenty-four hours before you eat it. It'll take discipline, but
we can probably hold out if we're not in town. Oh, I checked about
the tea part. It's the type of cake this is. We don’t have
to start swigging Orange Pekoe or anything," he assured Daniel.
inspected his wedge - it should have been a slice but he guessed the absent
Doris shared his own opinion of Jack's ass - of cake, which came with its
own set of teeth marks. "You had to sample this piece too?" he asked
not have been nice as the others," Jack said defensively. "I was
only thinking of you."
was still trying to formulate an adequate response when Jack took advantage
of his stupefaction to take a massive, deliberate bite out of the other,
larger wedge of cake, which Daniel noticed too late was absolutely pristine.
"Your butt does look big in those," he said unkindly.
flipped him the bird and kept right on munching as he sauntered down the
line of boxes, sneering at the textiles.
trailed along in his wake, nibbling his cake, which did taste as good as
Jack said it did. Most of the people in the tent were filtering away
to the auction now, Tom and Jen included, waving from the entrance.
Daniel waved back, forgetting about the lemonade he was clutching.
It hit some guy in the back of the neck. "Oh! I'm sorry.
I didn't realise I was…" Daniel trailed off as the lemonade guy turned
slowly and menacingly. "That would be a really bad idea," he said
guy looked him up and down interestedly, his scowl segued into a warm,
engaging smile. "Asking you out would be a really bad idea?" He winked
at Daniel. "Don't say no 'til you've tried me," he added teasingly.
you might have to try him first," Daniel sighed, glaring down his indignant
colonel, who was closing in rapidly for what looked suspiciously like the
kill. "Jack!" This had no perceptible effect whatsoever on
Jack's speed or motivation.
guy glanced around and stupidly stood his ground. Daniel felt absolved
of all blame if the guy didn't have the sense not to play in traffic, stepped
neatly round him and left Jack to play. He browsed through the textiles,
letting the frank exchange of views wash over him, glancing back now and
again to make sure Jack was playing nice. Jack was enjoying himself.
Lemonade guy wasn't. He also wasn't getting away any time soon.
Jack had a lot to say about good manners and 'excessive politeness'.
Daniel used to have a lot to say about Jack being unable to let him fight
his own battles. Now he just shrugged it off. Jack was the
way he was and Daniel getting hit on right in front of him was kind of
new, so Daniel was cutting him some slack. This time.
of rich blue towards the end of the row of boxes caught Daniel's eye.
He headed over to investigate, knocked first off his stride by lemonade
guy accelerating past him, then almost on his ass by six-two of enthusiastically
'concerned' colonel. "Checking for injuries my ass!" Daniel hissed,
shrugging Jack off. "He barely touched me. Unlike you."
He kicked Jack on the ankle. "Back off."
no fun at all," Jack complained, backing off a few inches. He leaned
against Daniel to check out the contents of the box. "We're bidding,
huh?" he asked softly.
Daniel murmured. "It's Amish."
Jack asked, twitching the catalogue from Daniel's grip.
crossed his arms over his chest and waited, curious to see Jack's reaction.
we go for pale blue for the walls then, set it off," Jack said lightly.
smiled involuntarily. "You are such a pushover, O'Neill," he said
getting off just looking at this thing. You bet your bippy we're
buying it," Jack grinned. "Let's show some hustle," he ordered briskly.
"First we buy, then we try," he leered.
what Tom and Jen had told them about telegraphing their interest in a lot,
Daniel couldn’t help looking back longingly as they walked out of the tent.
The quilt was stunning; a classic nine block pattern in the most intense
blues and blue greens imaginable. With all the natural wood and the
plants in Jack's bedroom, a pale blue-grey on the walls would frame it
through the stalls, following the small stream of people headed for the
gazebo in the centre of the park.
like the auction already started," Jack nodded casually at the neat rows
of chairs set out in front of the gazebo, already full. "We're on
the grassy knoll."
their way through the couples and families sprawled comfortably on the
grassy bank and sat down. As soon as Daniel was settled, Jack snagged
the lemonade and took a long, reviving drink.
mine," he offered by way of explanation.
was looking intently at a couple around the curve of the bank, near the
rose beds. "I'm sure they live in my building. Leigh and…I can't
you don't want this?" Jack asked innocently, when Daniel made no move to
take the lemonade back.
I could remember," Daniel said, frustrated, still staring a small brown
and white head resting on the knee of the guy he couldn't remember.
He'd thought the couple who picked Elvis up from the announcer were familiar,
but hadn't been able to place them.
Jack asked reasonably. "You don't have neighbours. You have
people who live in your building, the same way I have people along my drive
and Carter on her block.
neighbours now," Daniel announced definitively. "Elvis is in my building."
He thought furiously for a moment. "Okay, this is what we do.
We bid on whatever it is Leigh and someone wants, buy it, and…"
to trade it for the dog?" Jack asked dryly. "You didn't learn your
lesson with the fish? You had to flush every time you fed them."
Daniel said impatiently. "We sell them what they want at a reasonable
Jack corrected instantly.
dog sit," Daniel beamed at him.
a dog?" Jack asked incredulously.
tell me you wouldn't do it," Daniel hooted. "In fact you did!" he
accused. "You made a deal with Iris for access to Alfred the dog.
'What you can't do with a woman's guttering!'" he quoted triumphantly.
have to keep them apart. Alfred would eat Elvis," Jack said positively.
"What do we do if they say no? Stalk the dog?"
all that training," Daniel placidly pointed out. "Why not do something
useful with it for a change?" he coaxed.
leaned in and tapped Jack on the shoulder. "Excuse me," he asked
politely. "I couldn't help overhearing part of your conversation.
I'm pretty sure we've got a blockage somewhere because the guttering overflows
every time it rains. Do you do free estimates?"
at him, ignoring Daniel's wide-eyed fascination. "I'm in the Air
not everyone makes it as a pilot," the man said sympathetically. "But I
bet you could make a lot more than Uncle Sam pays if you freelanced.
People round here would KILL for a decent plumber."
himself, Daniel's eyes went straight to Leigh and her someone. "Reeally?"
he drawled, fondly watching Elvis snooze.
afford me," Jack sniffed.
how much more?" Daniel informed the man kindly.
more?" Jack asked weakly.
told them again.
up for night school," Jack said flatly. "Sheesh." He turned
around. "He's good with a shovel," he jerked his thumb at Daniel.
"How much could he make?"
to buy his own dog," the man grinned.
grinned back. "He is a pilot," he said regretfully, nodding at Jack.
plumb," Jack announced emphatically.
talk to you…" The man abruptly stiffened. "Dammit! That was
MY lot!" He bounded to his feet. "Hey!" he hollered at the
auctioneer. "You wanna raise the volume a tad? We can hear
ourselves think back here!"
of laughter ran along the grassy knoll.
him, Captain!" someone called out, chuckling.
bowed ironically as the auctioneer stalked over to the PA system and cranked
up the volume to an ear splitting whine that made everyone jump and, Daniel
couldn't help but notice, since he happened to be glancing in that direction,
woke Elvis right up.
could he attract Elvis's attention without Leigh and someone realising…he
didn't want to be obvious.
Jack echoed. "You serve?" he asked as the man sat back down to a
round of applause. "Stop waving at the dog, Daniel."
and serve," the man said gently.
stopped waving at the dog. "Oh," he said inadequately. "Um…"
keep on doing what you're doing. I need the arrest," the captain
good," Jack said admiringly, highly entertained by Daniel's sputtering.
"It took me years to work out to shut him up that quick."
you wave your paddle?" the captain suggested to Daniel as Elvis yawned,
stretched and decided to take a stroll, nimbly evading Leigh's clutching
hand. "Make it a felony," he coaxed.
entrapment," Daniel said indignantly, realising almost immediately there
was no graceful way to get out of this. Elvis was sauntering through
the crowd, sniffing here and there. The three of them watched as
he sat at a woman's feet and begged appealingly for her hot dog.
me of you," Daniel said involuntarily to Jack, forgetting his audience.
and he scores!" Jack hooted as Elvis wolfed down the hot dog he was tossed
and swaggered off before the woman could pet him.
I keep hearing the theme to 'Jaws'?" the captain asked sweetly, grinning
as Daniel vainly tried to look inconspicuous while Elvis got closer and
stiffened suddenly, sniffing the air. Then he barked and tore across
the grassy knoll to tumble into Daniel's lap, licking ecstatically.
Daniel hugged him close, trying and probably failing to look like this
was sheer coincidence and nothing whatsoever to do with felonious canine
stalking. He waved somewhat limply at Leigh and damn, why couldn't
he remember the guy's name! They cheerfully waved back as he fussed
over Elvis, who was shamelessly snuggling in to be stroked, his tail wagging
furiously as he sniffed then licked Daniel's ear.
the right to remain silent," the captain informed Daniel solemnly as Elvis
settled down to some serious finger nibbling, both of them luxuriating
in the petting.
up!" Jack snarled as he slammed the truck door and stalked towards the
path leading up to the entrance of the Dining Room.
have GREAT historical significance, Jack," Daniel assured him earnestly,
hurrying to catch up to his seething colonel.
people haven't heard of pruning?" Jack demanded, impatiently shoving a
juniper branch out of his way.
charm," Daniel riposted.
brush?" Jack eyed the undergrowth incredulously. "Charm?"
fried chicken, coleslaw, riced potatoes with gravy, vegetables, biscuits
and apple butter," Daniel recited dreamily.
that's charm," Jack admitted reluctantly, pulling the door of the small
red mud building open for Daniel.
looked around appreciatively at the crisp white linen and the whitewashed
walls and pine furniture. "Nice." He smiled sweetly at Jack's
stony face. "I don't know why you're so pissy," he said gently.
"We got Sam's quilt, we got ours…"
What's this we?" Jack hissed indignantly. "I don't recall seeing
your paddle in the action. For five thousand bucks I got ours!"
dropped his head and batted his eyes winsomely.
him with dislike.
access to Elvis, we surprisingly didn't get arrested for anything…"
for aggravating assault with a ping pong paddle," Jack said bitterly.
what I mean," Jack sniffed.
touched you, and according to all the witnesses, you had it coming," Daniel
witnesses who didn't see a damn thing?"
only mad because someone yelled 'hit him again'," Daniel blithely pointed
out. "And of course we got…"
for one," Jack called loudly to Ethel, bustling out to greet them, flushed
and rosy from the heat of the kitchen.
doilies!" Daniel projected his lecture-honed voice effortlessly above Jack's.
Ethel stopped in her tracks and slowly looked Jack up and down, a definite
twinkle in her eyes.
of great historical significance," Jack told Ethel defensively, shooting
a killing look at Daniel.
Ethel agreed gravely. She smiled at them. "Welcome to our house."
neatly sidestepped Jack. "Table for two," he asked politely, shaking
hands with their hostess.
kept you the corner table," Ethel turned and made her way through the tables,
smiling and joking with the diners, a good mix of couples and families.
"Between the windows. Best seat in the house," she said jovially.
"How's Iris keeping? And that stupid mutt of hers." She grinned
at Daniel. "Iris says this one…" she tapped Jack in the chest.
"Is the biggest pushover on the planet."
Daniel said simply.
Ethel shook her head sadly.
is keeping just fine," Jack offered stiffly. A few people were smoking
so he opened the tall, black framed window to let the garden air freshen
let them get settled. "Would you care to see the menu?" she teased.
Jack and Daniel chorused.
now," Ethel chided them, "We do serve the occasional baked ham, you know!"
the trimmings," Jack ordered emphatically.
Daniel said firmly.
be back with the coffeepot before you know it," Ethel grinned as she turned
to head back into the kitchen.
beamed at Jack. "You know that Special Operations School you were
telling me about? Where you were trained to pick locks and drive
mentioned before you've been trained to withstand mind control techniques,"
Daniel announced sententiously. "Tell me…did you take the FULL course?"
sullenly in his seat and took a deep, pointed interest in the garden.
I've never seen anyone wield a paddle QUITE as energetically as you," Daniel
went on. "You were like Forrest Gump on speed. Four hundred
dollars for a box full of Victorian DOILIES? Did you even hear what
I said to you?" Jack refused to look at him. Daniel couldn’t
resist chuckling over his discomfiture. "I should have realised the
way you went for the quilt. That poor woman from Glendale didn't
know what hit her."
your fault," Jack denied vigorously, scowling at Daniel. "If you
hadn't let Elvis chew your paddle - for which we can add the twenty bucks
forfeiture fee to the day's accounts - YOU would have been bidding."
occur to me I'd do a better job, what with all your training in withstanding
extreme torture and mind control techniques," Daniel admitted regretfully.
"I guess you skipped the 'have paddle MUST BID MORE!' part of the training
tell anyone…" Jack threatened darkly.
made with the big limpid eyes.
Jack groaned piteously, sagging in his seat.
I?" Daniel asked, wounded.
Jack mouthed, conscious of their family audience. "You can sleep
on the couch!" he hissed.
can't. You won't last ten minutes without…um…thanks Ethel," Daniel
changed subject fluently, smiling brightly up at Ethel. She winked
at him as she placed two large green mugs down and filled them to the brim
with steaming, fragrant coffee.
you," Jack relaxed slightly.
in five," Ethel told them chattily, turning at a hail from a table near
the fireplace, something alarming about the apple cobbler.
'relations'," Daniel picked up where he left off the moment Ethel was safely
out of earshot.
saying I'm some kind of sex crazed…" Jack demanded in a breathy whisper,
which Daniel rather liked.
Daniel cut in ruthlessly. He felt a twinge of conscience. "Me
too," he confessed. "Admit it. We wouldn't last an hour."
refused to admit anything of the kind.
drop me off at my place tonight," Daniel suggested casually, "and I'll
see you at work tomorrow. If going without sex isn't a problem.
I could use an early night."
get one at my place," Jack snarled, watching Daniel smoulderingly.
was embarrassed to realise he rather liked that too.
sipped his coffee, Daniel took full advantage of the floor length table
linen to hook his foot around Jack's. Jack's scorching glare didn't
falter, but he curled his own foot around Daniel's, leaving them pleasantly
tangled and…um…interested. Despite himself, Daniel's mood softened.
He regretted the fact Jack was almost irresistible when he was sullen and
pouting, and unfortunately, Jack knew it too. He was visibly relaxing,
rubbing his calf hypnotically against Daniel's, scowling theatrically.
Any second now and the smug prick would be SMILING. A few seconds
after that, Daniel would cave and confess he hadn't told a soul about the
doilies. He sighed. It was much easier to fight with Jack when
his hormones didn't have the majority vote. "Smug bastard," Daniel
muttered half-heartedly, mesmerised by Jack's bedroom eyes and blinding
smile. Maybe in ordinary relationships, people called their S.O.
'baby' or something, but 'smug bastard' just fit Jack so well.
expertly steered her way through the busy dining room, laden down by two
huge, heaped platters of fried chicken and trimmings. She slid the
plates smoothly in front of each of them and whisked away to take a dessert
order, leaving both men sitting in respectful silence for a moment over
I love this place," Jack gloated, flashing his characteristic shit-eating
you should take Ethel home?" Daniel said sourly, slightly annoyed with
himself for being so susceptible. All Jack had to do was smile at
him just this way, eyes soft…his spine dissolved and all he wanted to do
was crawl into bed with the man, make love and never surface.
was good, great in fact, but Daniel ate mechanically, totally fixated on
every movement, every smile, every look from Jack. He could barely
remember the last time he'd felt this rush of sheer, heart-pumping-glad-to-be-alive
FEELING, felt it so strongly now he could think of that last time and of
Sha'uri without pain.
realised Jack was waiting expectantly for a response to whatever the question
was, but he didn't have a clue what he was supposed to say. He settled
for an encouraging 'mm hm' and batted his eyes for good measure.
Jack's smile widened. Daniel's jeans tightened, along with his gut.
Jesus. He wasn't used to this either, not just the intense physicality
of sex with Jack, but the way he wanted him and thought about being with
him all the time. It would get easier, right? They couldn't
just go on and on wanting one another this way.
like lacy things," Jack confided happily.
clued in. He shuddered. Jack was planning to inflict the Victorian
doilies on poor unsuspecting Cassie, whose room was sleek blonde wood and
lilac walls. "I think they should go to the Colorado Springs Archaeological
Society. You know…I've mentioned them before."
Jack agreed easily.
knew Jack didn't have the faintest idea what he was talking about, because
Jack was wearing his blandly blank 'poker' face. "They renovate houses
of different eras and architectural styles, furnish them and open them
to the public," he explained patiently. "Urban archaeology," he felt
compelled to point out.
up, visibly alarmed. "Are you a member?" he demanded.
chewed his succulent chicken slowly, savouring, letting Jack sweat.
Then he nodded brightly. "You'll enjoy the meetings," he said happily
as Jack slammed his knife and fork onto his plate and buried his head in
his hands, groaning. "I drop in whenever I can." It was another
of Daniel's deliberate connections with the people he lived amongst.
"Or voice conference if I don't have the time to go out." Daniel
wondered if he should build Jack up gradually to the anthro lectures he
customarily attended at the U, or just lay it on him.
conferencing," Jack ordered briskly, "Now you have a full programme of
mutually agreed dog-sitting," Daniel contradicted defensively.
I can get away with it."
not sleeping with us," Jack grinned. "God knows what he'd lick."
instantly fixated on Jack's mouth. "You want dessert?" he blurted.
up from his depleted plate, slightly surprised by Daniel's vehemence.
cleared his throat meaningfully.
smile widened to wolfish as he turned to flag Ethel down. "Could
we get the bill here?" he called.
spot," Jack admired, breathing deeply as he gazed down the length of the
valley that made up the Parker homestead.
prowled after him, shucking his backpack, edgy after their long climb up
from the valley floor in search of privacy and pine scented air for Jack.
He dropped to his knees, delved into the pack and shook out the blanket.
He snorted as Jack cringed back from the virulent plaid, specifically selected
to annoy the crap out of Jack every time they had nookie on it.
Does that thing glow in the dark?" Jack sneered, strolling over to check
back down the steep, wooded hill they'd climbed.
only smiled as Jack wandered around, trying to disguise the fact he was
in fact surveilling the perimeter. It wasn't the norm for hot dates.
He rose smoothly to his feet to meet Jack.
do," Jack said softly, his eyes lighting.
let him get within kissing distance before mischievously scooting away,
Jack darting after him. Daniel stepped aside, turned and put his
hands on Jack's shoulders. He licked his lower lip slowly, waiting
for Jack to pounce. He waited until they were touching tongues to
insert his foot between Jack's ankles and trip him. They tumbled
onto the blanket, Jack going down boneless beneath him, laughing openly.
gets it!" Jack teased, arms tightening around Daniel's shoulders as he
stretched out those long legs and wrapped them around Daniel's. "You
going to kiss me, Jackson?" he prompted, peeling Daniel's glasses and off
to toss them to safety. "I've got a wayward tail too," he prompted,
flickered his tongue over Jack's lips, grinning as Jack eagerly opened
to him, hands skimming down his back to cup his ass and hold him tight.
They never got enough of sharing that blood rush, feeling what they did
to one another as they each hardened and the kiss deepened. Daniel
cupped Jack's face in turn, stroking inquisitively over the still unexpected
texture of stubble rasping over his fingertips as his lips moved over Jack's.
He loved this, taking their time, holding one another close to kiss and
was beating down, the lazy hush and the lush heat seeping to his bones,
relaxing him as he tenderly stroked his tongue against Jack's, exulting
in his husky moans of pleasure and the way their bodies moved together,
a slow, subtle grind that quickened their breath and made hearts pound.
at the bandana, moving at once to cup Daniel's nape, fingers gliding up
to gloat in his hair.
Daniel breathed against his mouth.
just planning to check me out for a trim?" Jack asked politely as Daniel
frisbeed the precious fishing hat across the tiny clearing.
up, O'Neill," Daniel murmured, smiling. "Kissing now."
up pointedly. "JUST kissing?" he challenged, nibbling at Daniel's
ear. "Elvis has good taste."
Daniel sighed, arching his throat as Jack kissed and licked the sensitive
skin. He resisted as Jack tried to roll him beneath, pushing Jack's
shoulder flat. "You weigh a ton," he said unkindly.
no featherweight yourself," Jack answered equably. He cupped Daniel's
ass. "Not so much pert as plump," he said judiciously.
you can apply the word 'ample' to me, get back to me," Daniel suggested
pleasantly, briskly thwarting another playful attempt to tumble him onto
Jack sputtered, outraged. "AMPLE?"
propped his chin on his hands and grinned down at Jack, writhing sinuously
against Jack's hips.
Jack said smugly, reaching up to pull Daniel down into another long tender
kiss, the two of them softly breathing into one another's mouths.
"Want to make love?" he whispered, nuzzling his brow against Daniel's.
Daniel admitted, "but this…" He rolled onto his side, Jack rolling with
him. Daniel hooked his leg around Jack's thighs, then hugged him
an arm around Daniel's waist, the other stroking hypnotically over his
nape and into his hair. He kissed Daniel's brow gently. "Yeah,"
he sighed. "It is."
lay quietly, lulled by the steady rise and fall of Jack's chest and the
beating of his heart. "Are you glad the general refused to consider
sending a team to retrieve the Ancients technology from the Dwelling Place?"
he asked at last.
Jack admitted. "It let me off the hook. Your report helped,
as did Carter's."
tilted his head back to look up appraisingly at Jack. "You sound
surprised Sam backed us up," he commented.
Jack frowned. "Carter is just usually more…careful in her reports.
I didn't expect her recommendation not to pursue the technology to be so
the Barre and wanted to help them as much as we did, Jack," Daniel chided
him gently. "And I wouldn't characterise Sam's reports as 'careful'
so much as technically accurate. She likes evidence to back up her
theories and suppositions."
we lying here horny as hell droning on and on about Carter?" Jack bitched,
"When we could be talking about something WAY more exciting."
looked suitably penitent. "You're right," he apologised humbly.
"I'm glad you feel that way. I thought you'd hate the lectures at
the U. I'm looking forward to Thursday. It'll be nice to have
company for a change. 'In praise of the beloved language'," he told
his appalled lover chattily. "It's a comparative view of positive
ethnolinguistic consciousness. The guest speaker posits that…"
that!" Jack snarled.
you up for the one on 'Verbal Hygiene' too," Daniel said repressively.
do this to me on purpose?" Jack snapped.
go on my own," Daniel told him placidly.
him close for a bruising kiss that lasted longer then he intended as Daniel
co-operated wholeheartedly, enthusiastically groping Jack's ass and leering
madly until Jack caved and laughed.
you, you shit," Jack complained bitterly. "You know there's no goddamn
way I'll sit through some endless lecture on the beloved anything.
What the hell am I supposed to do with myself?" he demanded.
did you do before?" Daniel asked reasonably, stroking Jack's ass fondly.
Elvis likes you," Jack purred, writhing beneath Daniel's hand. "I'm
not going back to playing myself at chess when we should be in bed making
mad passionate love," he picked up the thread of his original complaint.
honestly expect me to sleep with you AND spend every waking moment with
you?" Daniel asked exasperatedly as Jack sullenly avoided his eyes.
be stupid, Daniel," Jack mumbled unconvincingly.
do that, even if you are sweet for a sarcastic stalker." Daniel tried
and failed miserably to suppress a treacherous hormonal response to the
sullen mouth and smouldering eyes. Unfortunately, Jack didn't miss
the hitch in his breath and pounced, tumbling him onto his back.
to sleep with me now?" Jack drawled lasciviously.
want to talk to you," Daniel feebly attempted to deny the mounting evidence
being used so compellingly against him.
talk," Jack whispered as he nibbled along Daniel's jaw. "'Oh, Jack,
Jack!'" he moaned throatily.
it 'Bastard, bastard, bastard, bastard'?" Daniel riposted.
disapprovingly. "What were you saying about verbal hygiene?"
Daniel's presence before the arms slid around his waist and one bare foot
reached around to rest over his. He curled his toes up and was rewarded
with a soft snuff of laughter against his neck as Daniel rested his chin
on Jack's shoulder, appreciatively sniffing the enticing aroma of sizzling
steak and onions filling the kitchen.
horny and frustrated?" Daniel asked teasingly.
Jack accused mildly, unable to suppress a reminiscent smile. Rolling
around kissing the shit out of a playfully resistant armful of Daniel Jackson
had its own charm.
Daniel said heartlessly.
until Daniel ambled out of the kitchen before allowing himself to turn
and check out this evening's ensemble. Adorably baggy? Check.
Riding low on the hips? Check. Pooled over the feet?
Check. Slinky tee? Check check. WAY too short.
Plus an added bonus; the soft grey brought out the intense blue of Daniel's
eyes. A week ago, he would never have imagined that flannel could
be so goddamned sexy, but on Daniel, it was. Jack admired the way
the narrow pale pinstripe in the darker grey bottoms made Daniel's legs
look even longer, the way the soft fabric clung to the sweet curve of his
ass and when he turned, subtly outlined his dick.
Jack gloated, turning back to the steaks as Daniel dropped onto the couch
and stretched out, already engrossed in the latest edition of Jack's 'National
Geographic'. There was a big feature article on 'Bear Necessities'
Jack wanted to read too.
your jeans," Daniel shouted out. "But I have to say, they hammer
home the point I never expected to get laid by anyone with hairy knees."
down complacently at his oldest and most comfortable jeans, which he'd
had since he got out of plaster after his definitive 'Rough Guide to Iraq',
and were now not so much torn across the right knee as shredded.
His knees got Daniel hot enough to emerge from NG? Cool. "If
you come back in the kitchen, you can get laid right now," Jack offered
stand the heat," Daniel refused primly.
thinking of you," Jack said nobly.
Daniel snorted. "That's why I'm staying put. Unless you need
doesn't suck so get that look off your face," Jack hollered without looking
round. "I think I can manage to pour a coupla mugs of coffee, slap
some mustard on the steaks and share the cheesecake solo." They'd
decided to pig out in front of the TV with huge steak sandwiches and dessert.
Jack loaded the plates and slid them onto the tray along with the mugs
of coffee and two forks for the cheesecake. Daniel obligingly swung
his feet off the couch when Jack put the tray on the table, but slid them
into Jack's lap slightly self-consciously, shivering as Jack idly flexed
a foot and kissed it. "You'll get yours, Jackson," he warned.
what I'm insisting on, O'Neill, yes," Daniel smiled sweetly as he bit into
his sandwich, oozing melted cheese, onions, mushrooms and tangy relish.
"This is great," he enthused. "The movie is in the DVD player," he
said casually before biting into the sandwich again.
his plate down for a moment to reach for the case. He looked dubiously
at a couple in what looked suspiciously like sparkly costumes. He
was even more dubious when he read the intro, and taken in conjunction
with the title, it looked like Jack was in for a LONG evening. "'Strictly
Ballroom'?" he asked incredulously.
a big hit at Cannes," Daniel said cheerfully. "World cinema," he
mumbled cryptically, taking refuge in his sandwich again.
overly optimistic about the brevity of my attention span," Jack told him
tartly as he chewed and fully savoured the mouthful. "This is ethnic?"
Daniel winked and began to stroke his toes rhythmically over Jack's groin.
Jack admitted reluctantly. "You've got me on that one." He
winked back. "Feel free to use sex to make your point any time we
fight," he offered generously.
how you're always selflessly thinking of me," Daniel gushed, dropping his
head to look winsomely up through his lashes.
for Jack, the usual happened and he…er…took a sudden interest in proceedings.
feet stilled in Jack's lap; he snapped upright and glared at him.
"Blue!" he snarled.
with the quilt." Yeah. Like Daniel was gonna buy THAT for a
with my eyes!" Daniel contradicted. "What were you going to do?
March me into the store and say match that?" He flung up a hand to emphasise
it emphasised Jack's too. "I find it hard to believe no one has ever
told you that you have lovely eyes," Jack said provocatively.
Daniel echoed him, the scowl deepening. "I suppose you've never heard
the term 'velvety'?" he asked coldly.
Jack laughed outright as Daniel went very red and subsided. "Busted!"
he crowed. He vigorously foiled Daniel's attempt to withdraw his
feet, watched him seethe for a few minutes in a variety of languages and
took pity. "I believe the word you're looking for here is 'smug bastard',"
he suggested smugly, softly caressing the arch of Daniel's foot, making
him quiver. "I didn't miss any of the interrogation techniques segment
of the training. Although," he drawled, "getting a linguist to talk
isn't exactly a challenge." Jack turned his attentions to the other
foot. "Getting one to shut up," he said dreamily, "now THAT'S a challenge."
out from under in seconds, reaching down to grab Daniel under the arms
and yank him up off the couch. Jack kissed Daniel fiercely, grinding
into his lips, then spun him around, hooked him around the waist and dragged
him bodily over to the stairs. Daniel entered into the spirit, struggling
and cursing inventively as Jack manhandled him along the hallway.
"This would be more convincing if you weren't holding my hand," Jack choked,
"or doing that thing with your ass."
did the thing with his ass. "That?"
Did I say you could stop?"
be more convincing if you were more convincing," Daniel protested.
"I'm too heavy for the whole caveman scenario. You'll put your back
out." He went very still in Jack's arms. "That was an incredibly
stupid thing to say," he observed mildly as his feet left the floor and
Jack carried him the rest of the way to bed.
Daniel onto the bed and pounced on top of him as he sat up, grabbing his
wrists as he slammed him down into the pillows.
it when you play hard to get," Daniel said ingenuously, deliberately widening
his eyes. "You want to…" he trailed off uncertainly.
probably die if he didn't, but he had enough synapses still firing to know
he needed to change the mood from their usual rough and playful, heaving
all over the bed all-in skin on skin wrestling match. By way of answering
he rocked his body subtly, a gentle nudge of each knee in turn easing him
between Daniel's thighs. Jack stroked his hand over Daniel's face.
"How'd I get so lucky?" he asked gravely as Daniel's arms wrapped tightly
around him, cradling him close.
I?" Daniel asked shakily in turn, dropping his chin to avoid Jack's eyes.
his jaw and drew him into a passionate kiss, teasing his lips apart to
slide sweetly in. Daniel sighed deeply and opened up to him, just
as he did every time Jack reached for him. He hoped Daniel would
have the confidence to know he could reach out for Jack too, that Jack
wouldn't leave him hanging. After the way Jack had left Daniel hanging
all those months when he was so deeply in love and so alone, Jack wouldn't
fault him for that slight hesitance. The need to protect himself
from Jack wouldn't leave Daniel in a week, but it would, some day.
Jack hoped it would be soon. In the meantime, Daniel was getting
excited, needing him closer, his fingers fumbling at Jack's zipper, roughly
shoving the jeans down, warm fuzzy flannel whispering over his butt as
Daniel hooked his leg around Jack and strained up with increasing urgency.
you, Jack," Daniel whispered achingly. "I love you so much."
go nuts trying to figure what the hell he'd ever done to bring a man like
Daniel to him, so he whispered the words back. His heart skipped
a beat as he saw how easily he stripped all Daniel's defences away from
him, and prayed again he'd never hurt him the way he'd hurt Sara, never
shut him down and out again. Daniel couldn't be without him, not
now. He sighed a little. Like he was in any better shape without
Daniel. The man was the best part of him.
each other out of their clothes, lingering to kiss and caress, keeping
it slow and sexy as they sank down into an embrace on the bed, taking their
time exploring one another with taste and touch. Jack had realised
the importance of careful, deliberate preparation from their first time
together. The more relaxed Daniel was, the better it would be for
him when Jack was inside him. Jack began what he guessed would become
a well-oiled routine - no pun - and decided he was way more interested
in watching Daniel while he touched him, so after some thought, they wound
up on their sides, facing one another, Daniel's arms around Jack, his around
Daniel, one of Daniel's legs hooked over his.
this," Daniel said simply, nuzzling his cheek against Jack's, hitching
as close as possible.
enthralled by the pure happiness in Daniel's face as he relaxed, totally
trusting, boneless and pliant against Jack's body. "I won't hurt
you, love," he promised.
Daniel amended softly, smoothing Jack's hair from his brow. "It's
okay." He flashed a quick smile. "It'll get easier every time, Jack."
Jack watched Daniel's face, only his face, as he pushed his finger inside
him, hating the way Daniel bit his lip and paled, the eager erection hard
against his belly softening. It seemed like an eternity before Daniel's
body stopped fighting what they both wanted and opened to Jack, who pushed
deep inside. He wished he could see Daniel's eyes, see how he was
groaned, his fingers clenched hard against Jack's shoulders as he shuddered
fitfully then relaxed again, with more effort than before. His smile
took effort too. "Sorry," he apologised ruefully, smattering kisses
on Jack's shoulder. "As much as I want this, it's actually harder
knowing what's coming."
the nicest thing anyone's said to me in a long time," Jack told him smugly,
returning the kisses.
Daniel said tenderly.
I said!" Jack sobered. "We can wait," he offered seriously.
for yourself," Daniel teased, his chuckle swallowed in a gasp as Jack began
to stroke inside him, as slowly and tenderly as they kissed.
Daniel loved to kiss, loved to be kissed, and he in turn loved to see Daniel
revelling in the intimacy, pulling him back each time he eased away, hooking
his leg higher around Jack's back, holding him just there, so close.
Daniel sighed against his mouth.
sexier," Jack prompted.
chance." Daniel's lips quirked into a smile and closed over his again.
faltered as Jack worked a second finger deep inside, Daniel moaning as
Jack rocked their bodies and he struck the sweet spot. Jack watched
over Daniel as arousal bloomed hard in him again, as pleasure flushed his
skin and the sweat stood proud on the thigh rubbing restlessly over his
side; on Daniel's brow. He licked the droplets from the hollow of
Daniel's throat, exulting in his soft moans and the way he writhed wantonly,
slowly surrendering to his own pleasure.
Daniel pleaded giddily.
and gently pushed Daniel onto his front, tucking a pillow under his hips.
Daniel took a moment to settle but he was nothing but relaxed when Jack
his hands over his hips and held him tight as he positioned himself and
as he had their first time, thrust slow and shallow. Daniel tensed
involuntarily and Jack stayed absolutely still, waiting for him to relax
again and as before, Daniel opened to him, pushing down to meet him as
Jack dared to thrust again into the tightly gripping channel.
the sweat from Daniel's shoulder blade and thrust deeper, every quiver
in Daniel's body rippling round his dick. The intensity of sheer
sensation was extraordinary, milking the pleasure from him. Jack
thrust again and flowed into Daniel. "Christ, YES!" he cried out
triumphantly, his whole weight stretched out over Daniel's back.
"Yes," he groaned as he was finally able to MOVE, rolling his hips, gloating
as Daniel's glorious ass moved with him, as Daniel's whole body rocked
rhythmically beneath his. "Love you, Jackson." He kissed Daniel's
nape gently. "You are fucking amazing and I fucking LOVE you."
Daniel said, propping himself carefully up on his elbows. "Oh, God,"
he yelped as Jack drove into him, dropping his head to snatch quick, panting
Jack called anxiously. "I hurt you," he apologised remorsefully,
rubbing his cheek against Daniel's hair. "I'm so sorry."
it's good," Daniel admitted shakily. "Jack…" he began and took a
deep breath. "I don't like making love this way. I mean this
relax there," Jack said gently, planting his fists either side of Daniel's
waist to give him leverage as he carefully withdrew. He rolled onto
his side, gathering Daniel in close as he turned convulsively and buried
his face in Jack's shoulder. "Hey," Jack soothed him, "I'm sorry.
I thought this way would be easier for you," he said sorrowfully, kissing
emerged from his embrace, self-conscious, apologetic and fetchingly rumpled.
Jack kissed him hard, relieved more than he could say when Daniel shoved
him onto his back and mauled him. He assisted in every way possible,
holding Daniel as he and the kiss gradually quieted. He stroked his
thumb over Daniel's lips when he propped his chin on his hands and smiled
down at him.
good," Daniel said reassuringly. "I just…Ineedtoseeyou," he confessed
in a rush, mortified, face burning.
eyes," Jack observed complacently. "Get you every time." His
turn to smile reassuringly. "We don't have to…"
Daniel disagreed. "I want to make love. I just want to be able
to hold you and…and…"
dreamily into my velvety eyes?"
you," Daniel snarled, smacking him gently in the head.
philosophically when Daniel smacked him again, slightly harder. He
had reflexively kissed it all better BEFORE he realised Jack was yanking
his chain, after all. Fair's fair. He watched with interest
as Daniel traced a pattern on his chest with one fingertip, glancing up
now and then beguilingly from under his lashes. Daniel was putting
a lot of effort into being alluring so Jack allowed himself to be lured
and failed to point out the obvious, which was that it didn't take Daniel
any work at all.
momentarily outvoted his libido, which was in dire straits. If he'd
hurt Daniel at all, he was going to have to excuse himself and see to some
goddamned pressing business in the bathroom. He thought it would
be beyond crass to ask Danny to bring him off if all he wanted was to cuddle
up. "Are you sore?" he asked gently as Daniel kissed his collarbone.
a yes 'Mm' or a no 'Mm'?" Jack pushed, tone still gentle. Daniel
was pretty distracted down there. Could you have sexy collar bones?
Daniel certainly seemed to think so. He was trailing his tongue along
the bone and blowing gently.
Jack decided to do a little reconnaissance and fumbled for the lube.
They were both lavishly coated as it was, but he wasn't prepared to take
wriggled encouragingly when he felt Jack probing gently and gloated over
the other collarbone as Jack pushed inside him. "Why don't I lie
on my back?" he suggested, arching luxuriously into the gentle rocking.
would mean pretty deep penetration," Jack cautioned him, "Especially if
you want to kiss."
Daniel looked at Jack searchingly. "Do you still want to make love?"
he asked slowly. He snorted with laughter as Jack's wayward dick
jerked against him.
now THAT was totally embarrassing," Jack cringed. "I'm trying to
be supportive here."
to get laid," Daniel said crisply, reaching up to snag a pillow.
wish is my command," Jack fawned obsequiously, rolling Daniel beneath him.
Daniel prompted mischievously.
done some research on Google and now knew a hell of a lot more about male/male
sex. He made a lot of suggestions for Daniel's comfort, all of which
Daniel nixed for being 'awkward', which Jack took to mean embarrassing
for Daniel. Maybe when they had a lot more practice at this, Daniel
wouldn’t mind lying flat on his back with his legs draped over Jack's shoulders
while Jack fucked him, but for now, he was insisting he'd be perfectly
comfortable with them wrapped round Jack's back. Jack had an inkling
why Daniel hated being on his front. He didn't want to just lie there
passively and be fucked, even if it felt good. He wanted to make
love and to him, that meant kissing and holding one another. Jack
made Daniel feel was more important than what they did. Loved and
wanted was great. Fuckably hot stressed Daniel out, like now.
Jack shut the hell up and kissed Daniel, who needed no urging to wrap his
legs high around Jack's back. Jack entered him slowly as the kiss
deepened, Daniel gasping and arching beneath him, face turned resolutely
away until he caught his breath and regained his equilibrium. It
was easier this time; Daniel pushing down to meet him, fitting around him
as he rolled his hips and rocked gently in.
Jack," Daniel whispered. "So good…so…" He threw back his head, moaning
as Jack stroked deep inside him.
lowered his weight onto Daniel, unable to disguise just how good it was
to be buried to the balls inside him. "Better?" he asked, trying
not to be greedy because he loved this.
far too conscious of putting undue stress on Daniel's back and neck to
let himself go as he had the first time but it took all his discipline,
all his years of experience to not drive into the silky, gripping heat.
He found a barely there roll of his hips made Daniel moan and cling to
him desperately and realised each gentle stroke was brushing his prostate,
not enough to make him come, but more than enough to drive him out of his
mind with pleasure. It made Jack's muscles burn to keep to the slow,
deliberate pace but Daniel's ecstasy was enough to hold his own needs in
reached for him and Jack plunged willingly into the kiss, mesmerised by
the way Daniel touched him, tenderly, reverently, like he was this amazing
thought I'd have you," Daniel whispered, ghosting his fingers over Jack's
cheek and lips. "Never."
you'll never be rid of me," Jack told him mournfully. "I couldn't
have happened to a nicer guy."
Daniel protested, laughing. Then he gasped and arched, his face stilling.
"Oh, God, oh Jaa-aack."
his stroke to thrust hard against Daniel's prostate as the rippling contractions
flowing over his dick intensified with Daniel's orgasm and he came with
tears falling. "You are so goddamned BEAUTIFUL," Jack gasped as he
drove deep and came explosively.
rested his feet on Jack's thigh, taking his time savouring the last mouthful
of vanilla fudge cheesecake as he watched Jack watch the movie open-mouthed.
this?" Jack asked him suspiciously for the fourth or fifth time.
Jack shook his head in disbelief. "Never mind!" he contradicted himself
is good," Daniel pointed out, "Even if you don't appreciate a clever, subtle
Jack gaped at the gold lame twirling across the TV screen. "The dancing
is adequate," he sniffed.
Daniel asked, surprised, correctly interpreting Jack's haughty manner.
blandly and turned slowly towards Daniel. "You don't?" he asked gently.
also correctly interpreted Jack's poker face and bolted, scrambling off
the couch and up the stairs, making for the safety of the bathroom and
the bolt on the door. He was impressed he made it to the front door
before Jack caught him and managed a very convincing caveman impression.
Daniel's feet left the floor. "Déjà vu," he said resignedly
as he was carried back into the living room.
thinking the tango myself," Jack gloated, "but I'm easy."
way am I dancing with you, O'Neill, so get over it," Daniel insisted adamantly
as he was dumped on the couch. He smirked up at Jack. "Think
you can get to the stereo before I get to the bathroom, flyboy?" he asked
softly. "I don't."
on hips, Jack looked down at him thoughtfully. Then he nodded.
"Bring it on, Jackson," he invited menacingly.
three steps away before Daniel made it up off the couch, and Daniel thought
he covered the three steps back much quicker. "Prick," he snarled
as Jack's arms hooked round his waist again and dragged him backwards.
only got yourself to blame," Jack rebuked him. "How many times have
I told you NOT to telegraph your tactics to the enemy?"
this time?" Daniel queried. "One."
BECAUSE I don't telegraph my tactics to the enemy," Jack explained reasonably.
As they closed in on the stereo he swung around so Daniel was facing away
and he could reach behind him for a disc and hit play. "Sappy love
songs." He sighed with satisfaction as a rapid piano arpeggio segued
into soft modern music. He turned Daniel in his arms as a beautiful
voice sang 'Stay by me and make the moment last.' "Couldn't have
put it better myself."
groaned and buried his face in Jack's shoulder. "If only people knew,"
he moaned as Jack's arms tightened round him and they started to move.
Shuffle. Whatever. "I can't dance. I've got no rhythm,"
was immediately apparent," Jack said unkindly, "But I have enough for both
of us so just move with me."
believe you're doing this to me, you shit," Daniel complained bitterly,
lifting his face to glare at Jack.
NOT look so goddamned smug?"
the hands Daniel raised to shove him away wound up clasped around his neck,
unfortunately in perfect time to a snatch of song about someone dying in
someone's arms, which Jack clearly took as a compliment.
kissed Jack, kept on kissing him and following, not noticing the shuffling
lengthened into steps, or that the steps became rhythmic. He surfaced
in time to hear another snatch of song, something about a thundercloud
dark as the someone's hair. "Please tell me this song doesn't make
you think of me," he pleaded with Jack. "Please."
song doesn't make me think of you," Jack intoned solemnly.
sonovabitch," Daniel sighed bitterly.
this as his cue to spin Daniel and dip him back over his arm.
me," Daniel complained as Jack closed in for another kiss.
McLachlan's voice rang out clean and true. Jack smiled. "This
song doesn't make me think of you either."
was caught by the tenderness in Jack's eyes, as he was every time it was
there for him. Only for him. He slipped his foot over Jack's
and didn't resist the urging hand cupping his neck. Daniel laid his
head slowly on Jack's shoulder and his hands rapidly on Jack's ass.
dancing?" Jack clung to him, groping ecstatically.
should not be construed in any way as a surrender," Daniel warned threateningly.
you into a false sense of security," Daniel said defiantly, refusing to
admit that Jack was…well…comfortable and in another kicker for his self-image,
he was enjoying the slow, swaying rhythm.
cheated outrageously by slipping his hands under the waistband of Daniel's
pyjama bottoms to cup, knead, stroke and fondle his ass, which distracted
him long enough for Jack to extract him from his T-shirt and 'comfortable'
became compellingly sexy with the heat of Jack's skin and sleek muscles
hard against his. Daniel decided to up the ante, reaching out to
help Jack's jeans part company with his ass, his fingers spread possessively
wide over the tight, flexing muscles.
sore?" Jack whispered.
looked up and couldn't bring himself to brush off Jack's evident concern.
"A little," he admitted bashfully, wondering what Jack had in mind.
Not that he had any objections to making love, but anything strenuous…
staring intently at Daniel's mouth, smiling a little.
Daniel groaned inwardly as Jack twined their fingers together and led him
towards the bedroom. Talk about the triumph of optimism over experience.
Hard as it was to believe, Daniel was worse at oral sex than he was at
dancing. If he needed proof of how deeply in love Jack was, his inexplicable
enthusiasm for the worst blowjob on the planet was fairly conclusive.
It wasn't even a question of unwillingness on Daniel's part, just ineptitude.
you still have teeth marks from the last time?" Daniel muttered as Jack
picked up the pace with unwarranted eagerness.
back, frowning a little. "If it makes you uncomfortable…"
Daniel denied at once.
face cleared, obviously satisfied by Daniel's vehemence. "My jaw
aches like CRAP," he confided, grinning. "Please tell me THAT gets
know what the hell we're doing, do we?" Daniel asked ruefully, cheering
through," Jack agreed. "Muddling is fun though."
felt a pang of desire, heavy and low. "Hell, yes." He dug his
heels in and when Jack turned to him, grabbed him by the shoulders to back
him step by step into the bedroom, staring intently into his eyes.
slowly, resisting a little, pushing back, enough their bodies bumped and
ground together as they backed up to the bed.
roughly shoved Jack's jeans down, using his foot to work them down the
rest of the way, then he wrestled Jack down onto the bed, Jack's laughter
rumbling low in his chest. Jack stilled his hand as he reached for
his pyjama bottoms.
them," he requested, his smile amused and oddly tender as he stroked over
nodded, slightly surprised, but going with Jack's wishes regardless.
He didn't want to make this any worse than it was going to be.
to be crude, Daniel, but could you cut right to the chase?" Jack asked,
arching suggestively up.
sat up and straddled Jack's hips so his flannel clad butt covered Jack's
his breath, his hands clutching Daniel's thighs fiercely. "Take your
time," he gasped, his eyes wide and glittering.
put his hands flat on Jack's stomach and rocked. After a moment,
Jack rocked in his turn beneath him, so Daniel began to writhe, rubbing
his ass over Jack's dick. He guessed the weight and friction must
feel really good because Jack was catching his breath and looking kind
God," Jack whispered, his hands stroking and squeezing Daniel's thighs,
hips and ass restlessly.
wished he wasn't quite as aware of his tender behind as he was; he would
have liked to pick up the pace for Jack but when he gave it a shot, Jack's
hands at his hips stilled him, Jack shaking his head emphatically, frowning.
He let Jack pull him into the slow sinuous rhythm he wanted and kept to
it, though Jack was moving strongly beneath him, lifting his legs to rest
his thighs against Daniel's butt, bracing his feet against the mattress
to rock and thrust up powerfully, groaning with satisfaction.
up Daniel's hands to lingeringly kiss the palm and wrist of each in turn,
then he reached out himself, one hand closing bruisingly over Daniel's
hip, the heel of the other hand massaging Daniel's slowly swelling erection.
remembered the feel of the jersey chafing his own skin from this morning
and smiled at Jack, whose sweat-sleek body, gasping sighs and harsh, breathy
moans told Daniel he found flannel sensuous and INTENSELY stimulating,
which was serendipitous, because Daniel customarily wore…"FUCKING FLANNEL
FETISHIST!" he howled.
wordlessly as Daniel STOPPED MOVING, caught his killing look and smiled
broadly, gloating offensively over the jammies. "Literally, Jackson,"
he growled, surging up to pull Daniel into a passionate, possessive kiss
that took his breath away, tongue driving deep into Daniel's throat, eating
tried to back off, clearly thinking he'd established his Alpha rights all
over Daniel's mouth, Daniel hooked his arms around his shoulders and yanked
him back to thoroughly disabuse him of this notion, grinding his ass maddeningly
the whole time they kissed. Jack made a lot of noise; laughing, protesting,
growling, sighing as Daniel deepened and gentled the kiss, and finally
howling as Daniel accidentally banged his head off the headboard in his
zealous pursuit of equal erotic opportunities.
shaking with laughter as Daniel anxiously checked for signs of concussion
and was still laughing when he slammed up into Daniel and came. He
chuckled as he tumbled Daniel onto his side and wrapped around him, sleepy,
sticky and disgustingly satisfied. "Jammies sex," he purred, kissing
Daniel with sloppy, heartfelt gratitude and tenderness. "Woo momma!"
he smacked his lips appreciatively, rigorously suppressing Daniel's attempt
to wriggle free of his bottoms.
is one big wet spot," Daniel informed him coldly. "Thanks to your…"
Jack suggested, trailing tiny coaxing kisses over Daniel's shoulder and
throat as he drifted off, rolling so his weight pinned Daniel right where
he should be. "Loooove…"
some wriggling under Jack's weight, but Daniel finally got Jack off him
and himself out of his bottoms and kicked them viciously onto the floor.
The instant he laid back down, Jack practically rolled on top of him, one
thigh insinuating itself between Daniel's to rub rhythmically.
up, Jackson," Jack whispered. "At least you didn't bite me."
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