RIGHT THING BY PHOENIXE
||Jack and Daniel involved in a loving and committed
relationship, which usually involves sex.
||Romance, First Time, Challenge Response
||Not season specific
||A quiet evening Chez O'Neill, just another 'guys' night'
for Jack and Daniel, that is until...
||Other than a major saccharine alert, nothing dire.
Pure, unadulterated smooshiness.
||34 Kb Originally completed 4 Feb 06. Posted here 15
Story Notes: This story was originally
written as a response to a challenge on Pepe's list. The version posted
there had to be 1500 words or less; this one is a teeny, tiny bit longer,
'cause I've tweaked it a bit. Heh heh.
this feels sooooo good.
warm, comfy. Soft. And…hmmmm…that smell.
where am I?
believe this; I’ve done
Unless I’m dreaming, and I’m
pretty sure I’m not, that nice soft
‘pillow’ I’m resting on, the flannel
against my cheek, those fingers rifling
through my hair…
God, I have done it again; Doctor
‘Can’t hold his beer’ has let Jack
down and screwed up our guys’ night
by falling asleep for the umpeenth time in
a row. Crap.
if I am asleep it’s possible I still
am. Here’s hoping,
open an eyelid, just to check the premise. Damn, I’m not home
in bed only dreaming I’m doing this;
I’m exactly where I think I am. Jack’s
looking down at me, an indulgent expression
on his face, his umber eyes quietly
sparkling, gentle with affectionate
bastard, you are so enjoying this,
Sleeping Beauty,” he waggles his eyebrows
at me with rakish enthusiasm, a slow
smile spreading across his face.
“Nice of you to join me again.”
not believe this. I can’t have fallen asleep on him
And I do mean, on him.
I’m stretched out on the couch,
my head in his lap, my face frankly
burrowed into his warm belly.
conked out on him again.
God, this is so embarrassing! What
are we talking now, what, the fourth –
no fifth time in a row, every time we’ve
gotten together at Jack’s house for the
last couple of weeks we have some dinner
then hit the couch, I start out with the
best of intentions, fully meaning to
go the distance and watch – what was
it he put on tonight – I honestly don’t
remember, it was some thing with Bruce
Willis blowing shit up, but whatever,
anyway, every time, that’s the way
it starts, Jack and me settling in
after dinner for a guy’s night, drinking,
and not talking, taking in the game
or the movie or whatever Jack’s decided
is gonna comprise the entertainment
portion of the evening, just, you know,
hanging and enjoying one another’s
company, but a beer or two later it’s
much later, and the next thing I know
I’m waking up…
my head, in Jack’s lap. After having been out like
the proverbial light, for who knows
how long, probably snoring up a storm,
possibly drooling. Obviously unconscious
and oblivious. Definitely
should be…you know, weird, but it’s
sorry,” I beam a sheepish grin at him.
stroking through my hair slow, but
don’t entirely still.
The large, warm hand resting on my
hip gives me a reassuring pat.
what?” Jack says softly, his voice low,
warm, mellow. Makes me feel good, kinda
like a verbal caress.
Okay, I know the way that sounds
but when his voice gets all warm and soft
and…gooey….like it does when he says
stuff to me the way he just did…
the hell was I? Oh
yeah, trying to apologize to Jack.
it again. Fell
asleep on you. I’m sorry, I didn’t
mean to. Why do you let me nod off
like this, why didn’t you wake me up…or
I really want him to, I realize as
soon as the words have left my mouth.
Even though he should, wake me up,
I mean, so I don’t end up…on
I’m glad he doesn’t…wake me
up, because, well, getting to be so close
to him, like this, is kinda…nice, and I
sort of, well, the first couple of times
it was a bit…but now, I’m kinda
getting used to…that is, I mean…
like it, and definitely shouldn’t let
him, it’s not…that is, it shouldn’t
okay,” he soothes, his hand moving
gently, describing small, slow circles on
my hip. “I
don’t mind. Besides,” he adds with
a small shrug. “I
like watching you sleep.”
somehow, also kind of nice.
And not entirely unexpected.
Which is also kind
also interesting, he’s not shitting me
or playing with my head, he means it.
It’s funny, this should, I mean,
both of us should be…you know, because
this isn’t usually, well, two guys,
the way we are right now, guys don’t
usually, but it doesn’t feel…odd…at
be perfectly honest, even though I told
Jack I was sorry for falling asleep on him
and on him, I’m really not.
Like I said before I don’t
understand why he’s been letting me do
this, be so close to him, like this, but
– guilty secret time, here – I’m not
really sorry for doing it because,
and I have no idea why, but, being
with him, like this, so close, the
smell of him, the warmth, the protected
feeling wrapping around me when he
touches me, his hands, I like to feel
his hands, so strong and yet…tender,
and well, I like it all, like waking
up like this, to this, to him, it makes
I venture, not quite understanding what
I’m seeing on his face, what I’m
feeling as his hand gently rubs my side,
but whatever it is, I’m okay with going
with it, and so, evidently, is he.
been pretty lousy company, what with
flaming out on you all the time, and
he smiles again, giving my hip another
gentle, reassuring rub.
His features soften once more, a
pensive crease barely denting his brow. The
fingers in my hair ghost forward, lightly brushing the
strands resting there back from my
It’s more than fine, it’s…
a quiet contentment burning in his eyes.
I look up at him, trying to
understand it, this, him, and all I can
come up with is… good.
good. Better than good I feel…
think of any other place I’d rather
be, anyone else I’d rather be with,
his touch, so calming, soothing, his
this is, it’s right.
feels that way too. His eyes, so unbelievably warm
and tender, his fingers, soft against
my cheek, his mouth…
“Well, if you don’t
mind…” I hear myself say.
“Nope,” he gently reassures
“As a matter of fact,”
I start to tell him, not quite believing
what I’m about to say…but…
It’s the truth. And it’s the right
thing to do.
“Yeah?” he encourages. His hand, moving on me with such excruciating tenderness;
making my skin tingle, making me want…
Touching me. I like him touching
me. I want him
to touch me.
“I – I kinda like it.”
The smile blooming across
his face makes my heart ache. I’ve never seen
him look so…so…happy. I could fall right
into those eyes, drown in his smile,
wallow like a squealing pig in the
naked, honest affection he’s bathing
me with. My
chest hurts I feel so good.
“You do?” he asks, his
expression suddenly becoming inscrutable.
“Yeah,” I nod. “I do.”
“That’s good. That’s – “
He suddenly breaks off,
swallows, lifting his head and briefly
severing the eye contact we’ve been
maintaining all this time.
Then he meets my gaze once more,
his eyes gleaming moistly, his smile
“That’s really good,”
he says huskily.
gonna happen, I can feel it, see it
in the brown eyes locked to mine. Something, something
And then, it does.
Jack sighs, then without
a word or a warning, leans forward,
lightly pressing his lips to mine. A gentle kiss, a
sweet one, lingering, soft and wet,
his warm, generous mouth moulding to
mine. I gasp, opening, receiving, my
head swimming with sensation. For a
brief, exquisite moment we’re joined,
hot sparks shooting through me straight
to my toes his tongue briefly, tantalizingly
tasting me before withdrawing, and
then, so does he.
“What was that for?”
I burble, my head still reeling. Wonderful sensations
possess me, mingling, swelling, filling
me, befuddling me, contentment and
excitement blazing, neither one expected
or looked for, but all of it, everything
currently firing my synapses, the wanting,
the feeling, all the promises in those
warm, wonderful lips and terribly generous
hands, those dazzling eyes, none of
it ever hoped for or even dreamt of
but still, all of it, everything…
I want more, I want….
“It seemed like the
right thing to do,” Jack calmly admits. Then the worried
crease in his brow deepens, there’s
a subtle shadow of apprehension in
his eyes where there was none before,
and I can see him reaching for the
walls, ready to put them up, if the
answer he gets to the question he’s
about to ask me…
“Was I wrong?” he murmurs.
“No,” I reach up, brush
the fear from his face with trembling
fingers before reaching for him, to
pull him back, down, to me, must have
more of him, of that, that mouth, those
lips, making love to mine. Must have
Must have him.
“You were absolutely
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