HEARD IN PASSING BY
Daniel involved in a loving and committed relationship, which usually involves
Angst. Romance. Humour.
and gets an earful.
||Kissing, bouncing, some sniffling,
an apprehensive, frustrated archaeologist and an
extremely besotted colonel
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Completed and posted to the net 18 Mar 01.
Notes: I started innocently reading my mail yesterday morning only to discover
it contained a challenge from Biblio. Write about a first kiss and what
happens because of it. This story was the resullt. It's been awhile since
I've written anything from Jack's perspective Thought I'd give it a go and
see what happened.
Sam. I - I don't know how much more I can take. His
mouth is driving me crazy"
can't mean what I think he means
- I mean, I've only just caught a snatch of what's obviously
a very private conversation already in progress in the
office I was about to enter. Happening between my major
and the man whose mouth has been driving me crazy.
Not to mention some other parts of him as well. And we're
not talking about talking, here. I'm not, pretty sure
he's not - not that that's got anything to do with why
I've come here - well, not really - but something in Daniel's
voice, the way it comes close to breaking under the strain
of something obviously coming close to breaking him…
I'll just forget about going in and lurk around outside
and listen for a bit, shall I? It's not listening
at the keyhole, the door is open. If Daniel really wanted
the conversation to be private he'd have closed the door.
An open door's the same as an open invitation to eavesdrop.
Besides, I'm only doing this because I'm concerned.
Maybe Daniel didn't feel this was something he could come
to me with, but if one of my kids has a problem, I should
know about it. Whether he wants to tell me himself or not.
I have to know what's going on, right? Part of the job
description. Besides, Carter might need a little assist.
She means well, she'll try to help Daniel, but maybe this
is more than she can handle.
better not try handling it!
now where the hell did that come from?
a bastard. But I'm a concerned bastard.
I don't know if this is something you should be telling
me. Not - not that what you're feeling is wrong, that's
not what I'm saying...ah...oh geez, I suck at this!"
I'll say! Come on, Carter, show a little backbone! Daniel's
opening up to you, for crying out loud! Talking about
himself and everything! How often has he ever done that?
This is, like, once in a lifetime stuff! Don't choke on
him and screw it up!
sorry, Sam. I don't want you to feel - never - never
mind. Sorry I bothered you. It's nothing.
Really. I'll be fine."
no! Carter! Don't let him off the hook! Listen to him,
he's miserable! Make him give! I
swear - you let him down and I'll boot your ass around the
block for the next month!
Daniel, it's not nothing. I never meant that
either. I'm listening. I am. I just don't
know what to tell you."
better, nice save, Carter. Sounding more supportive.
It's too soon for giving advice, though, you need more
information. Go get it. You can do it. Make him
I guess 'screwed up civilian telling you he's in love with
your commanding officer' isn't a scenario covered in the
Air Force training manual."
I - I mean - Wow. You don't do anything halfway,
do you Daniel? All or nothing. One of the reasons why
what do I...? I've never thought it through this
far - never let myself. I mean - what was the point, not
like it was ever going to go anywhere, I mean, how could
it? He's a he and I'm a he, okay,
so I've always liked shes and from everything I've seen
so has he, but lately, he's been looking so - so - and
he's been looking back and - and - holy crap! Daniel
just said he LOVED me!
luckiest rat bastard in the universe. As well as being
the biggest schumck. Hiding around the corner outside
his office listening to him bare his soul like this. I
should be ashamed of myself.
is I got no shame. Gave it up for Lent a long time ago.
no point in standing out here any longer. I've heard what
I needed to know and there's no way Carter is going to
be able to help him with this. Time for the first team
to take over.
my best 'I don't give a damn and I have no idea
what's going on in this room' expression on my face and
just barge right on in. Daniel gives a guilty start as
soon as he sees me, but recovers quickly. Carter, bless
her, beams at me with all the desperate gratitude of the
condemned prisoner getting the last minute reprieve from
sweat it, Carter, Jack's here now and he's taking over.
Daniel squeaks, his colour starting to run a little high
as he gets a good look at me and takes in the pants, the
shirt and the JACKET. Leather jacket, to be precise.
I caught him checking me out once when I was wearing this
particular ensemble, just like he's looking me over right
now. I wasn't a hundred per cent sure that's what I was
seeing at the time; he's so damned good at hiding stuff
that really matters to him, stuff he doesn't want anyone
else knowing about. But there it is, the slightly wild,
wide-eyed hunger flashing in his eyes and flushing his
face just before he ruthlessly strangles it dead and shoves
it back down, deep inside.
Doctor Jackson. Much too late for that. I've got
your number and I'm calling you on it. Just as soon as I
can get you out of this place and over to mine.
Daniel," I grin teasingly at him. "You ready
to go, or what?"
to…?" He looks blankly at me, his lovely,
luscious mouth hanging slightly open. Luscious. Oh
yeah. Damned good word to describe that mouth. Got plans
for that mouth. Big plans.
God," he softly mews, all the colour abruptly draining
out of his face. "It's - it's Friday, isn't it?
Oh God!" He darts helpless, pleading eyes at
Carter. No joy there, she's focussed on me, looking me
over, working a few things out. Starting to smile.
She's smart. Too damned smart.
serious blackmail in my future. Never mind, she can give
it a whirl for all the good it will do her. I'm always
prepared. I've got a few things on her and a
certain power-drunk doctor she doesn't know I know about.
one person in this room gets to play with fire and if he
would only stop panicking, licking those damned gorgeous
lips the way he is - making me NUTS - and go with
the program so we can get the hell out of here already
uh, Jack, I know we said we would, I know you were planning,
that - that is - ah - I don't think - maybe another time
- I've got - I've got all this work - "
is squirming. Licking, blushing, squirming. I don't
know how someone can look so miserable and so totally edible
all at the same time. I want to kiss his face off. For
starters. As it is, the way he's looking at me is killing
me. Like he's scared to death of being alone in the same
room with me.
not scared of me; he's scared of him. Of what he's feeling,
feeling like it's something bad, something he should be
ashamed of. Like I'll hate him if he lets it show, if
he lets me see it. Like there's no way I could ever want
him the same way he wants me. And he's scared worst of
all if I find out his secret I won't like him any more.
mind - the other thing...
there, Danny, been doing it too. The very same stinking,
self-defeating, self-loathing song and dance. I know how
much it hurts, but I also know neither one of us has to
do it any more. I'll tell you, show you, soon as I can,
but you have to trust me, have to come with me. It's all
right, really. You don't have to do this to yourself,
there's no need to feel this bad about yourself and what
you're feeling for me. It's all right. It's going
to be fine.
my arms and put on a full bore pout. "You mean I
rented that crappy movie you said you wanted to watch for
nothing?" I put my all into my best 'hurt little
boy' expression. The one that sends the chicks and certain
archaeologists into a full 'awww you poor baby' frenzy.
Yeah, I know it's a tactic that's beneath contempt, but
it's fun and it works!
know whose eyes are bigger with astonishment, Daniel's
or Carter's. "It has sub-titles, Daniel," I whine,
pulling out all the guilt stops. Shamelessly. Hey, I've
got no pride, either. Not when it comes to the prospect
of Daniel and Mister Happy finally getting the chance to
become properly acquainted.
been dying to come out and say 'hi' for ages.
Daniel," I wheedle some more and roll my eyes imploringly
at him. "Don't make me face them alone."
chokes, grabs Daniel's arm and turns away from me. She's
shaking like she's having trouble breathing or something.
Daniel is so confused it's almost painful to watch. He
doesn't know who to look at, me or her. He also seems
to be the only one in the room who doesn't know the invitation
I'm extending has got nothing to do with sub-titles. Despite
what he thinks even though he has a fun filled evening
ahead of him, odds are he still isn't going to get
to see the movie.
matter of fact, I can practically guarantee it. Although
I'm thinking he won't really mind much, once he sees what
I'm offering up as an alternate entertainment option for
but I can be pretty entertaining. If I do say so myself.
Carter says to him when she finally can. "You
should go." She stares at him intently, her words
laden with not very hidden meaning. She's going to be
finding a little something extra in her Christmas stocking
from Santa this year. But seeing as how Christmas is
still months away, I'm thinking big bunch of flowers, ASAP, by
way of a more timely thank you in the interim.
Daniel pleads with her desperately, the 'you've got to
help me get out of this' look all too plain in his eyes.
Daniel," she shoots back at him, more emphatically,
emphasising every word with a marked toss of her head back
in my direction. "You. Should. Go."
each word clearly. Separately. Distinctly. As in work
with me, Daniel, you wanted advice, here it is. Come
on Daniel, don't make her draw you a picture. I've seen
how she draws. About as well as she sings.
at him, nudges him fiercely, pushing him toward me.
Geez! What's it gonna take before he clues? For a
bright guy he's awfully - ah - hel-lo!
should go," Daniel echoes her stupidly. Staring at
her, not getting it. Two, three, four…
I should GO!" His eyes open wide with the
shock of realisation. Finally! Houston, we have
lift-off! "I should go. Really?" he peers at
her for confirmation, understanding and yet not believing.
I answer him. I'm not kidding with him now. This is no
joke, not what he's wanting and what I'm telling him he
can have. His head snaps around at the tone of my voice.
He sees the look on my face. There's that mouth, hanging
open again. Lower lip quivering, just slightly, moist
and gleaming from all the nervous licking and his face,
those eyes - just look at them. Look at him - oh my God
- Up periscope!
are shining. Wow…so is he. He's not scared. Not now.
Definitely not scared. More like glowing like a small
sun now he understands it's okay and I want him too and
he's so relieved, so happy and so freaking gorgeous he's
going to burn my eyes right out of their sockets.
stop staring at him. Can't get enough of him. Can't think,
can't move, can't speak. I'll just stand here and grin
at him like a lovesick goon, shall I? He doesn't seem
to mind and I'm not having any problems with it.
well, my job is done here," Carter sings out, a
little too loudly. What, she's still here? Kinda lost
track. Blue eyes sucking you right in - looking at you
with that- that look - kinda, kinda does that to you.
a lot of things to you. My, oh my…
pats Daniel on the arm. "Time I was going. Talk to
you later, Daniel." He nods to acknowledge what
she's said, but only barely.
home, sir," she hisses across at me as she walks past me.
"Both of you. Now!"
Oh, oh yeah, I was just getting around to that. Good
idea, though. Damned good idea. Guess we should…
guess we should go," Daniel grins shyly at me.
the words right out of my mouth, Dannyboy.
still giving me shy, furtive glances as he follows me into
the house. He's been slipping them to me the whole time
we were driving here. What they're doing to me, let's
just say if I don't calm down a bit Daniel might have more
of me on his hands - not to mention a few other places
- then he knows what to do with. Besides, I have to keep
reminding myself, even though I know we both want the same
thing - at least that's what I hoping - what I don't know
is what Daniel means by what he says.
is - he might love me, might even want me, but does he
even know what he wants, or what that means?
I knew what I was talking about. What am I worrying about?
Like that ever stopped me before!
around from hanging up my jacket and he's right there.
So close it wouldn't even be a stretch to reach out my
tongue and…lick him. Blue eyes smouldering straight into
mine, lighting a fire in me that has to be scorching him
right through my chinos.
Seems like I'm not the only one lit here. Was I thinking
something stupid earlier about him being shy?
we're here," Daniel breathes as he - uh - rubs up against
me. Wall's at my back. Thank god for that.
Hard place behind me, even harder place in front of me
invitingly connecting with my hard place. Oh God, he's
so hot! Not exactly cool, calm and collected myself.
you too." I don't know what made me say that.
Oh, wait, maybe I do. Those eyes, that mouth, so close,
what am I - what am I -
are you waiting for?" he sighs as he brushes his lips
if I know. I wrap my arms around him and pull him even
closer, drawing him into me.
darts in between the lips I've opened to him. All the
better to taste me with? And oh my, he's doing plenty of
that, exploring my mouth with the same eagerness to experience
possessing him every time he walks through the gate. He's
fearless, he's wanton - he's good, oh God, so good.
Sweet, soft, tender and yet so hot, so wild. So open to
every new sensation he's embracing as hungrily as he's
holding me. Licking, thrusting, sighing, laughing, playing
with my tongue, tickling the roof of my mouth.
He's happy. I've never seen him so happy.
and suddenly Danny is looking at me like he could die this
very minute and he'd not have a single regret. Like all
he's ever wanted he's gotten in one sweet moment, and I'm
the one who's given it to him.
one little kiss.
haven't even gotten to the really interesting stuff yet!
Although from the way he's pushing into me and oh, oh,
oh God, what he's doing - neck - neck!
you want to watch that movie or what?" I
groan into his ear. He trembles and clamps both his
hands on my butt, hauling me shuddering and shaking into his
raging groin as I give the ear a thorough tongue bath.
thought you didn't do sub-titles, Jack," he laughs as he
starts licking his way over to the other side of my neck
and then rocks forward, thrusting me hard up against the
wall again. "Wouldn't you rather do me instead?"
asking or offering?"
desperate, actually," he gasps as he grinds his pelvis
into mine yet again by way of illustrating his point.
"What do I have to do, strip off and throw myself at
save time," I tell him as I grab the back of his head and
steer his lovely, lush mouth back up where I can get at
it with mine.
I love you," he sighs as our mouths meet once more.
Damn, he feels so good, his warm, soft lips, so smooth, so
willing, so wet as they glide over mine. I could kiss
and opens to me, hot and eager for what I'm giving him.
I dive deeper, fall into steaming, molten sweetness, sucking
in his desire, feeling him quake with need as I taste his
tongue and feel it slide forward over mine, answering my
stroking rhythm with teasing, questing thrusts. Between
the sucking and the tasting and the rubbing and the pounding
I'm almost out of my mind and I've still got all my clothes
about to seriously combust here. It's just about time
to take it on into the bedroom or come right here in the
front hall. Which I suppose we could, certainly very little
stopping us, especially if we keep this up for like, one
second longer, but Daniel deserves better from me than
a quick grope and rub and going off in his underwear. He
means more to me than that - means everything to me. Our
first time together, I want him to know how much he means
to me. Besides, there's so much more of him I want to
get at. Like every square inch of skin under those clothes.
and maximum surface area. Not going to happen in the front
hall. No way.
I mumble around his tongue.
his eyes are glazed; he's almost incoherent with desire.
still locked together we roll and stumble and bump our
way down the hall. Not exactly sure who's leading or where
we're headed, even, but wherever we're going, we'll get
there at the same time.
omigawd, GOD! I said I had plans for that mouth
but even in my wildest, wettest dreams, most of which lately
had a lot to do with the man owning that mouth - slurping
somehow never entered into it.
or humming! He's sliding those incredible lips
down me again, going about as far down south as he can
manage, and he's sure not whistling Dixie. I got
sparks shooting in front of my eyes as his tongue wraps
around me and I feel him sucking me so hard he's going
to suck what little's left of my brain right - out -
God, oh Danny, that's so good, ohhhhhh!"
too good, and it's too soon, I don't want to, not - not
yet. He's done so much, made me feel so damned good, barely
let me touch him - want - want to touch him, feel him…
him scream for mercy.
his head as I moan again, still stroking me with a gentle,
reverent hand as he glances over to me. Just look at him.
He's having the time of his life.
you, so far I've been getting the best of this bargain!.
Momma, he's so damned hot! Who knew? Under all that shyness
and seeming insecurity was this incredibly sensuous, playful,
totally uninhibited - fucking wonder. All he needed was
to be sure of his welcome.
sure all right. Just look at him! His eyes are
black with desire, dancing with triumph. Smiling, the
way he's smiling, so proud of what he's done to me, the
way he's reduced a tough, tight-assed, thick-skinned Special
Ops colonel to quivering, willing putty in his oh, so talented
hands. Whoa, momma, and let's not forget the mouth.
Love that mouth. Especially the way he's
wants to play does he? I can play. Come to poppa,
Danny, I'll show you a good time.
gives a small 'whuff' of surprise as I come up off the
bed, grab him by the arms and bounce him back down on the
mattress beneath me. He bounces great. I quickly leap
astride him and bounce him again. This time he giggles.
I like the sound of him laughing a lot. I got an idea.
at him, waggle my eyebrows until he looks sufficiently
worried and then plunge my face into his stomach. He howls
with laughter as I burrow in deep, scrunch around for a
bit and then blow a huge raspberry into the slippery, sweaty
laughing so hard tears are running down his face, he's
gasping for air as I lift my head up and look at him.
Streaming eyes tightly shut, face screwed up, his head thrown
back into the pillow, half buried, glistening chest
erratically heaving as he gulps and chokes out gusts of sound.
suddenly aren't sounding so much like laughter any more.
They sound more like - ah crap! They are. He's -
what's wrong? What have I done?
feeling like shit as I leap off him and lay down beside
him, cupping his cheek, stroking it, wiping away the tears,
trying to soothe him.
is it Danny? What's wrong?"
he opens his eyes and he's smiling and the look on his
face, in his eyes near splits me in two. If you've never
had anyone look at you like you're their whole world -
oh God, there is such a thing as heaven on Earth and there
he is, right there, smiling just for me. Whatever I've
done, the way Danny's eyes are glowing, the way he's warming
me right to the depths of my poor, black soul, it's nothing
just so glad you still like me," his voice trembles and
a huge tear tumbles from his eye and splashes against my
thumb. "Now that you know - you know how I feel about
is a four letter word which admittedly I don't use as much
as a few of the other four letter words I know, but I do
know how to spell it, and I have been known to have my
moments when I know exactly what to say.
a moment. We're having a moment. What he's just
given me, if I do nothing else right in my life he's going to
know, right here and now, without a shadow of a doubt,
how much he means to me.
shouldn't that be the other way around? Me - being
grateful for you? " I tell him as I hold his face
in my hands and let him see everything I'm feeling.
"I'm the lucky one here. So damned lucky I'm still not
entirely sure I'm not dreaming all of this. People like
me don't usually have people like you thinking - "
I feel my voice faltering, struggling to force its way past
the huge, honking lump I've suddenly got in my throat.
"Well, thinking I'm worth being with..."
he gasps, his eyes huge and straining with astonished,
vehement denial. "Don't - don't say that,
don't think - "
trying to say more but he's having a hard time getting
the words out what with my tongue in his mouth and all.
His lips fumble against mine, he moans as he tries to talk
and then he sighs and just slips right into the kiss as
deeply as he's melting into my arms.
through talking, no more playing, things are getting serious
and so are we. Seriously mental with pleasure and need.
Our mouths merge as one as I shift over on top of him,
feel him gasp, groan and clutch at my back, clawing me
as our slicked erections kiss each other hungrily. He
bites my bottom lip and growls and I start moving faster,
pressing into him, urging, feeling him beneath me rocking
up, hammering hard against me, sobbing as the jolting pleasure
wracking him makes him buck faster, frantically, out of
control. Desperately clinging to me, wrapping his long
legs around me, kissing me madly. I can't think, can only
feel, moving faster, harder, closer, coming closer, his
deep, rapid, gasping sobs turning into screams, my name,
over and over, sweet sounds, sweet screams, the most blessed
sounds I've ever heard, he's crying again, arching up into
me, mouth gaping, feeling him, shaking, quivering, hot
and wet, shooting liquid fire against my belly, oh God,
here we go!
you still want to watch that movie?"
have to?" Daniel mumbles sleepily into my chest.
Which he then starts methodically licking as if he's thinking
to clear himself off a nice patch to settle his head back
but I would, if you really want to."
mean what I'm saying. I'm utterly terrified. I
must be insane, or in love.
on who you talk to, same thing.
and all?" Daniel pauses briefly from his licking as
he poses the question in a slightly suspicious voice.
I smile as I nuzzle the top of his head.
he sighs happily. "You really do love
straight, I don't do sub-titles for anyone but you.
But as long as we're talking give a little, there's this
hockey game - "
shut up and kiss me."
do that. Hell, who needs sub-titles. Or hockey.
I've just scored bigtime and I didn't even need a net.
And if he thinks I'm ever letting him get away from me, he's
got another thing coming.
as this poor old body can manage it.