ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO THE RESPECTFUL OWNERS
OF THE STARGATE FRANCHISE
The following is set as M for content that is likely unsuitable for the younger readers as the story develops.
-This is a sequel to a previous story of mine titled 'Can't Stay Away'-
Jack/Daniel SLASH
PROLOGUE:
Waking up from what I'm sure is just another brilliant dream, I realize I'm in Jack's bed, almost naked. It wasn't a dream... all of it...
Than I feel lips on my shoulder. "Hey."
"Jack?"
"Expecting someone else?"
"Uh...Teal'c?"
Jack narrows his eyes. Is that a jealously I'm seeing?
"Jack relax, I'm kidding."
His expression quickly changes to a bright smile as he sighs in relief. "Thank god..." He leans down to kiss me, which I quickly comply to.
"I love you."
I feel my cheeks start to heat as I manage to say "I love you too, Mr. Jealous."
"Ah jeez, can you blame me? You are one hot geek, especially when you blush."
That just makes me blush further, while he chuckles. It's so strange getting compliments... especially things like that... God Jack...
He gets and starts heading for the door when I see he's already dressed in a white V-Neck shirt and gray sweats. "I'm going to go get breakfast, okay?"
"Coffee?"
He lets out another chuckle, and points to the mug on the nightstand. All I can do is smile as I grab it and end up burning my tongue after the first sip. With a wide smile, Jack is suddenly putting the mug back on nightstand and kissing me again.
"Better?"
"Huh?"
"Your tongue."
My tongue? Huh? What about... Oh right I burned it. I slowly nod. God can he kiss.
"Be right back alright?"
Finding my voice again, I manage to stutter "Okay."
With a final kiss on my cheek he leaves the room.
Slowly standing up, with the coffee I go to pick up the box he's left on his dresser. I can't believe it. He's mine... All mine.
Quickly finishing the coffee, using the bathroom and getting dressed, I go to find Jack. I walk into the kitchen to see him putting Belgian waffles, fried eggs, and sausages on a plate, singing along fairly horribly to some classic rock on the radio.
For reasons unknown, I love him... bad singing and all.
Looking up with a grin, the Colonel – my Colonel – walks up to walks up to me, kissing me deeply. "You didn't have to come down you know? I would have come up with the food."
I let him lead me into the chair at the table. "You didn't have too."
"Eh."
"Did you eat?"
"I was going to eat with you." He than pointed to the Fruit Loops on the table.
Picking up the box at the other end of the table to read the contents, I can't help to wrinkle my nose. "God, how do you eat this stuff every morning?"
Jack simply shrugs. He starts to cut a piece of sausage and lifts the fork as if to put it in my mouth. Seeing my frown, he slowly places the fork back down and starts massaging my shoulders.
I let out a small moan and lean in. This feels good. Who knew he'd be so good with his fingers... and his tongue even for that matter. I quickly switch gears before I can end up blushing and start reacting in other ways as I'm starting to think about the way he kisses, amongst other things... "If you don't stop we'll never eat you know."
With that, Jack opts to sit across from me to watch me eat. It doesn't pass by me that he's mostly ignoring his food to just stare at me eating. I don't know why but that makes me feel... warm inside.
Taking the plate when finished, he says, "I love you."
I don't bother to fight or hide the smile that's forming on my lips. I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing those words from him. "I love you too." Or saying it to him either... I just wish...
In an instant, there's a strong pair of hands prying my arms apart and away from my chest. I'm then being pulled into a firm hold. "Talk to me."
The surprise of Jack actually wanting to talk about something, much less my emotional problems makes me look up.
I can't believe it. Even after what's happened the past couple of days... It's strange, yet comforting.
Seeing the serious yet loving expression, all I can do is bury my face at the nook of his neck.
Rubbing my back, he goes on holding me for a few more minutes.
"Danny?"
Taking a deep breath, I slowly move away and start to play with a few strands of the chest hairs that's poking out of his shirt, just to have something to do with my hands. Of course the fact that I've always had this sort of thing for chest hair doesn't hurt either.
He than moves his hands to cup my face and looks into my eyes. "Hey, it's okay. You can talk to me. I know I'm not always easy in that department but..."
"It's nothing."
"To hell it is."
"Jack... I can't do this..." It comes out all in a rush.
There's a sudden fear in his eyes, which he quickly controls using his Special Ops training no doubt.
"Daniel..."
"Look I don't have the best luck in this... besides I'm a magnet for trouble... You said so yourself."
"I'm not leaving you. I promised I won't let you go, and it's one I intend on keeping."
And you never break your promises do you? God... I wish I wasn't like this... so vulnerable.
"Hey, come here."
He pulls me into a strong hold again. Don't let this end... please...