Disclaimer: The Doctor, Jack Harkness, the Rift, and the TARDIS all belong the BBC.

Jack wandered moodily around the control room of the TARDIS as the Doctor piloted them through the Vortex. The room was unusually quiet, save for the noise of the ship.

The Doctor had rebuffed another one of Jack's sexual overtures. The Time Lord's words from earlier rang in his head.

I can't, Jack.

… this is something I can't give you. We can't have this.

Jack had heard it all before, but that wasn't making it any easier this time. He continued to hold onto hope, even as it seemed to slip from his fingers.

Tired of pacing in circles, Jack walked down the ramp to the door and opened it.

"Jack, what are you doing? We're in the Vortex!" the Doctor shouted to him.

"It's not like you have any windows, Doc. Just need some air," Jack called back over his shoulder. "Not like it would kill me anyway," he muttered quietly.

The words had barely left his lips when the TARDIS shuddered and tipped violently to one side, as if it had hit something.

Unprepared, Jack tumbled headfirst out of the TARDIS, the sound of the Doctor shouting his name fading away into the distance.

Jack woke up on a solid surface. He groaned and shifted his body slowly, pleased to find that, as usual, everything was back in place and unharmed. He carefully pushed himself up and looked around.

It was night, and he was lying in the middle of a circle of concrete with a path going off each side. He looked up at the stars.

Damn. Not home sweet home, he thought as he gazed at the unfamiliar constellations and three moons. Where am I? Memories of falling out of the TARDIS filtered back to him. He looked around for the familiar police box, but it was nowhere in sight.

He realized with a jolt that the Doctor had no idea when or where he was. He fell through the Vortex; he could be anywhere and anywhen. And he had no means of communicating with the Doctor either.

The thought of living through more centuries on a foreign planet with no friends was not particularly appealing.

Damn it! I was finally traveling with him, and I screwed it up, because I had to have a look out the door! Jack temporarily pushed his frustration aside. If he wanted to keep his body in working order, he needed to pull himself together.

As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he saw that there was a railing along one side of the pavement circle he was standing in. He walked over to it and looked over the edge. Squinting through the darkness, he could make out the faint shape of a canyon below him. The pavement he was on seemed to be a walkway along it, and this particular section was probably where people could stop and take pictures.

I wonder why I landed here, he thought as he followed the sloping pavement down along the canyon. I could have landed in the bottom of the canyon or in the ocean. Jack stopped in his tracks and walked backwards.

A tingling feeling washed over him as he did so, as if a very mild current were passing through him. It was instantly recognizable; he knew exactly what he was standing on, because he'd done so many times before.

It was a rift, just like the one back in Cardiff. It may even run under the canyon itself, Jack thought to himself. If I can get to civilization, maybe I can find some way to use the rift to send a signal to the Doctor … if there is civilization on this planet. He returned to the downward path, hoping that it did indeed lead to whatever civilization was on this planet.

Jack reached the end of the path as dawn was beginning to break. He heaved a sigh of relief as he saw small spacecraft in the air, flitting around a starbase. Jack had seen places like the town in front of him before; it was a colony.

The large, gunmetal gray base loomed like a mountain behind the town. Spreading out from all sides were long rows of prefabricated barracks that had been set down for the planet's first construction workers. The off-white arms were divided by a wide, paved road leading to the base. It was the only paved road Jack could see. The colony was obviously in its infancy. Outside the circle of barracks, small residential houses were popping up. The population was expanding to include families and small businesses.

Slightly apart from the residential area were building skeletons consisting of metal frames and cinder blocks. It was hard to tell whether they were going to be resorts or large office buildings, but there was no mistaking the grand scale of the construction. There was a main throughway going through the construction and ending just inside the residential area; it was also unpaved, and the vehicles zipping along it kicked up yellow sand as they went. At the end of the road, there was a row of what looked to be humble shops, bars, and taverns: the respite for the construction workers and their families, no doubt. It was obviously the center of business for the colony, though Jack could see how things would change once the larger buildings and more housing were finished. For now, though, it looked like the place to start to …

What? Jack asked himself. Get answers? Information? Get a job? Start all over again? He sighed, shaking his head.

Though there were spacecraft coming and going, the colony was new enough that it would probably raise a few questions if he tried to leave with no explanation as to how he got there – especially if it was policed by someone like the Judoon.

Jack reached the bottom of the pathway, which ended in a dirt parking lot. A sign caught his eye, and he was incredibly relieved to find that it was in English. There was no TARDIS to translate for him if it wasn't. The sign gave basic information on Leighton Canyon and directions to various hiking paths. It also told him the name of the foreign planet: Azamarya.

Looks like they set up a tourist spot to help draw colonists in, Jack said to himself as he walked away from the sign. And they're most likely human colonists. That's another point in my favor. But … that also means it's not the 21st century, so I won't be able to contact my team. And God only knows where the Doctor is now.

Jack mentally shook off the negative thoughts. He would still try to find a way to use the Rift to send a message. He'd waited years for the TARDIS to appear in Cardiff; he could wait a few more for the Doctor to find him.

That is, if he's even looking for you, a small voice pointed out. Jack shook his head to clear it of that line of thinking; he didn't have time for it. Whatever disagreements they'd had, the Doctor wouldn't just leave him now.

As Jack reached the end of parking lot, he came to a long, unpaved road leading towards the fledgling city. He sighed inwardly. "Looks like these boots were made for walkin'."

About two hours later, Jack had made it to the city proper. He'd passed a few jeeps on their way to the canyon, but no one was heading back towards the city at this time of day. At least that had confirmed that this was, mostly, a human colony. He had long ago removed his heavy coat and slung it over his shoulder. Taking a look around, he didn't look too terribly out of place. The inhabitants of Azamarya didn't look too different from 21st century humans, though their clothing was a bit more modern. Everyone – including Jack – was covered in yellow sand churned up by construction and traffic along the unpaved roads. It was probably the most advanced frontier town Jack had come across. And yet, from the looks of the buildings going in and the beautiful canyon he'd nearly landed on, Jack could see the potential for resorts and more tourist attractions.

He looked around the "town center" and located what looked to be a bar with lodging above it. It was a rough concrete and wood structure with small shuttered windows on the first floor and larger ones on the second.

Jack stopped abruptly before crossing the "street" as a land hovercraft lumbered his direction; it was easily twice the size of a Mack truck. His eye caught sight of a young man, walking in the middle of the "street," consulting some sort of electronic device. He seemed to be completely oblivious to everything around him.

"Hey!" Jack shouted as the large hovercraft neared. "HEY! You! Get out of the way!"

The young man didn't hear him, and the hovercraft continued speeding along.

Jack raced across the road and shoved the young man out of the way with only a second to spare. He had time to hear the slamming of brakes and see the kid go sprawling to safety before the truck barreled into him.

Jack sucked air in noisily through his lungs, popping once again into the land of the living. He heard some startled exclamations around him and slowly opened his eyes. A circle of heads was staring down at him, but he only recognized one: the young man he'd pushed out of the way of the truck.

"Are you all right?!" an older woman cried, pushing the others away to give him some air. "I'm so sorry, I didn't see any pedestrians!"

Jack realized she was perilously close to tears.

"Someone call a medic!" someone else shouted.

"No need, I'm fine," Jack slowly pushed himself up to his elbows. "See? No harm done. Don't give it a second thought."

The driver managed to restrain her blubbering. "Lord, you could've been killed."

"It's as much my fault as yours," the young man said in a crisp British accent. He offered Jack a hand up.

Jack accepted it with a grin and let the stranger pull him to his feet. "That sounds about right," Jack agreed. "You need to watch where you're going."

The crowd was becoming more interested in the mangled front bumper of the truck; they surged around the driver, offering comfort and shooting questions. Jack breathed a quick sigh of relief that the attention was off of him for the most part.

"You're extremely lucky, considering the look of that bumper," the young man commented. "You've hardly a scratch on you."

Jack deliberately leaned on his shoulder. "Yeah, knocked the wind the hell out of me, though. I think I should sit down." Jack looked the young man up and down quickly; he was handsome in a quiet way – short dark blond hair with sparkling hazel eyes. He wasn't quite dressed like a construction worker … not with those relatively crisp pants and loose button-down shirt.

"Of course," the stranger replied, slinging Jack's arm around his shoulder. "Let's get you inside."

"Thanks," Jack grunted, continuing to fake injury.

"No. Thank you. You saved my life."

"You're welcome. Do me a favor and take your mother's advice: look both ways next time."

"So, how can I repay you for pushing me out of the way and risking your own life?" he asked as he ushered Jack into the quiet bar and helped him to sit down.

"Well … you can start by buying me a drink."

Jack thirstily gulped down an entire glass of water before moving onto his beer.

The man across from him was eyeing Jack curiously. "You look like you've been out in the hot sun all day."

"Well, I was. Took a long walk out to Leighton Canyon. Beautiful view." He stuck out his hand. "Captain Jack Harkness."

"Pleased to meet you, Captain. My name is – Daniel Gallagher," he answered, shaking Jack's hand and releasing it.

Jack noticed the pause before the name and recognized the implications. It clearly wasn't his real name, and he was unused to the alias. He decided to let it slide, lest is lead back to questions about his own name. "So, Daniel, what were you doing in the middle of the street?"

Daniel held up the broken electronic device. "I was taking readings. Now I'll have to spend the rest of the afternoon fixing this thing. But it's a small price to pay, all things considered."

"I would say so. You should be more careful."

"This from the man that threw himself in front of the truck and walked away without a scratch." The look on his face told Jack that Daniel was still searching for answers.

Jack took another gulp of his beer and shrugged good-naturedly. "Guess the universe couldn't let something this gorgeous get banged up."

"True enough," Daniel answered. He froze and blushed as he realized the words that had slipped out. "Uh, anyway, I guess I'll just have to wait 'til tomorrow to continue my work."

"What were you taking readings of, anyway?"

"Oh, just energy readings. School – project. And you, what were you doing up at Leighton Canyon so early? It's a bit early for tourists to be arriving."

Jack shifted and took a long drink of his beer. "Nah, I'm not a tourist. Came here looking for work. Place like this, there should be plenty."

Daniel sipped his drink. "Oh? And what is your line of work? What are you Captain of?"

"Well, nothing right now. Was in the military, that's all. And I take whatever kind of work comes my way. Not much to tell. Anyway, why'd your school send you all the way out here to take energy readings? What's your project about?"

Daniel waved his hand dismissively. "Oh, it's all terribly dull, I assure you. So, when did you arrive on Azamarya?"

Jack raised one eyebrow. "You're awfully curious."

Daniel smiled. "You're awfully mysterious."

"As are you. I mean, I could ask what school you go to, what transport ship you came on, and what degree you're going for. But you don't really want to answer any of that, do you?"

Daniel looked down at his drink. "We both do seem to be dodging a lot of questions."

Jack grinned. "Probably why we're drawn to each other, huh? We know a mysterious stranger when we see one."

Daniel gulped down more of his drink. "So, what do we do about that, Captain?"

"It's Jack. And I think … well, we could stop with all the questions. I don't really want to lie to you, and I'd like to think you don't want to lie to me."

"I don't," Daniel agreed, almost a little too quickly.

"I'm glad to hear it," Jack replied, taking a long sip of beer.

"What do you propose we do then, Jack? Sit here and stare at each other in awkward silence?"

Jack chuckled. "Not at all. There's plenty of other things to talk about."

Jack's smile was infectious. "Like?"

"Hmm … like … do you have a girlfriend?"

Daniel blushed crimson and took another gulp of his drink. "No."

"Boyfriend?"

"Also, no. You?"

"Nope, neither. See? That wasn't so hard. We have plenty to talk about."

Daniel relaxed a little, his blush fading. "So, no more lies?"

Jack nodded. "That's the idea."

"If it I didn't know better, Jack, I would guess that you don't have a credit to your name, and you're trying to sweet talk me into bed, so you have a place to stay for the night."

Jack laughed. "You're perceptive, Daniel, I'll give you that. And smart. You waited until I said I wouldn't lie to you to ask. So, since I'm not going to deny any of that, I'll ask you, is it going to work?"

"Hmm … little early to tell, I think."

"Well, there are other things we can do besides talk." He brushed his fingers against Daniel's hand. "Do you like that?"

"Yes," Daniel answered slowly. Jack could tell he was very curious now.

Jack took Daniel's hand in both of his, turned it over and kissed the inside of his wrist. "How about that?"

"Yeah."

Jack could see Daniel's breathing speed up a bit, and the younger man didn't pull away in the slightest.

"One more question, then." He released Daniel's hand. "Do you want me to kiss you?"

Daniel took in a slow breath. "Yes."

Jack leaned over the table and kissed Daniel softly on the mouth. He tried to keep a triumphant grin off his face as he sat back down.

Daniel's blush had returned. He coughed nervously and fished around for something in his pocket. Once he had located it, he tossed it across the table.

Jack caught the key effortlessly. "Hm. Must be a better kisser than I thought."

Daniel gave him a half-hearted glare. "Go upstairs and get yourself cleaned up. I have work to do. I'll meet you back here tonight for supper." He stood up, taking his device with him.

Jack grinned up at him. "Yes, sir. Try to stay out of trouble."

Daniel laughed. "I'd tell you the same, but I'm starting to think you're incapable. Until tonight, Captain."

Jack nodded in response, unable to wipe the smile off his face as he watched his new friend leave the bar.

Maybe this place won't be so bad after all.

After Jack had showered and dusted the worst of the yellow sand off his clothes, he descended back down to the bar.

"Looking for someone, sweetheart?" a middle-aged woman asked. She set down the glass she had been drying.

Jack grinned at her. "Think I just found her."

The woman pretended to swat him away. "Sorry, I'm married."

"But you're in charge of this establishment, right?"

"That I am."

"Well, I'm in need of a job."

"Sorry, honey, not hiring. Can I get you a drink?"

Jack shook his head and tried again, sitting down at the bar and leaning forward. "There must be something around here I can help you with. Heavy lifting? Dishes? Doesn't make a difference to me."

"Well, damn, you're persistent. But no, we humble colonists have it all under control." She walked down the bar to serve another customer.

Jack looked around the room and spotted a piano in the corner gathering dust. He smiled to himself and walked over to it slowly. He poked a few keys idly, testing to see if it was in tune.

The woman finished with her customer and walked over to Jack. "Can you play?"

Jack turned around to face her, his trademark grin back in place. "That's what they tell me. Why do you ask?"

"We used to have a piano player, but he decided to leave this planet. Nightly business has been dropping ever since. If you're any good, you can play at night. I can't pay you a salary, but you can keep whatever tips you get."

Jack sat down at the piano bench. "What's your name?"

"It's Mrs. Miller to you."

Jack grinned up at her. "Well, Mrs. Miller, I'm Captain Jack Harkness. Let me know what you think." He broke into an impressive rendition of "Piano Man."

Mrs. Miller closed her eyes and smiled, just listening.

Jack finished off after the first refrain. "So?"

"You're hired, so to speak, Captain Harkness."

"Please, ma'am, call me Jack."

It was well into happy hour before Daniel returned. Jack had gathered quite a crowd around the piano, continuing to switch between rowdy sing-a-longs and slower numbers when people could chat and enjoy their drinks.

When he could see her, Mrs. Miller was beaming at him, and Jack was pleased to see his tip jar filling up.

Daniel walked through the crowd, and Jack finished up the piece he was playing and announced he was taking a break.

"I see you found work," Daniel said dryly.

Jack grinned at him as they sat down at a small table in a quiet corner. "Sure did. Turns out live music is a bit of luxury 'round these parts. What about you? Have any luck with your work?"

Daniel frowned slightly. "I repaired my scanner, but I'm having trouble analyzing the readings. Not as productive as I would have liked." He shot Jack a flirtatious look. "And I kept having the events of this morning playing through my mind and distracting me."

Jack smiled teasingly. "The part where you nearly died, or the part where you met a mysterious stranger and gave him a key to your room?"

Daniel returned the smile. "Both, since one led to the other."

Jack waved down a waitress for some menus. "One might even say it was fate, if you believe in that sort of thing."

"Well, even if you hadn't saved my life, I'm still glad I met you, Captain."

Jack felt color attempting to creep into his cheeks; it was rare that anyone could make him blush. "I'm starting to think you're just calling me that to tease me."

Daniel grinned back at him as the waitress deposited two menus in front of them. "Well, I don't hear you objecting."

Jack bit his lip, suddenly feeling that he'd completely lost the upper hand in the conversation. "Maybe that's because I kinda like it."

Daniel gave him a wicked smile while peering over his menu. "Really … Captain?"

Jack firmly repressed a shudder and grabbed his menu, trying to concentrate on food. If it were up to him, he'd cart the kid upstairs right then and there. But they both needed some food after a long day, and he still had another few hours of piano playing ahead of him.

After the waitress had taken their order, Jack changed the subject. "Daniel, I'm going to ask you something that might involve you answering some questions. But only if you want to. They only need me here playing at night. I'd like to help you with your work. If your school allows it, that is."

Daniel looked thoughtful. "I could probably use some company and a second pair of eyes. So long as you're willing to –"

"I get it. I won't push for answers you can't give. So, what can you tell me?"

"I'm studying energy readings from a natural phenomenon on the planet," Daniel answered. "They're in a state of flux, and they shouldn't be. I'm trying to locate the cause of the fluctuation. Once I do that, I'll … er, write it up for my – report, and head back to … school."

Since he'd just agreed to not ask anymore questions than necessary, Jack decided to go along with the cover story. "Is this your final exam?"

Daniel nodded. "You could call it that, yeah."

"So, a natural phenomenon?"

"Yes. I'm not sure you'd understand the type of energy it puts out, Jack, but my readings are fluctuating so much that I can't even locate it, let alone study it!" Daniel's frustration had seeped into his words.

"Relax, Dan, we'll find it. Don't be so hard on yourself."

Daniel looked away. "Sorry, it's hard not to be. I've got a lot riding on this."

"Is there a deadline for handing in your research?"

"No, there isn't really."

"Then what's your hurry? Especially when you've got such a handsome research partner?"

Jack finally won a genuine laugh from Daniel. "There is that. But if the fluctuations stop before I can determine the cause …"

"Don't worry; we'll figure it out. I'm not as dumb as I look."

Daniel smiled. "You don't look dumb at all."

"Oh really? What do I look like then?" Jack asked, eyebrows raised. They were interrupted as the waitress set down two plates of food. It gave Daniel the time he needed to gather himself together.

"Someone whose break is nearly over," Daniel answered with a smirk.

Jack glared at him before digging into his supper. "You got me there. Any special requests you want me to play?"

Daniel shrugged, starting into his own food. "You're quiet talented. I'm sure whatever you play will sound great."

"Does that mean you're gonna stay and watch?"

"Well, somebody will have to beat the girls off you with a stick."

Jack nearly choked on his food. "Oh? Why's that?"

Daniel shrugged. "Because you have other plans tonight … right, Captain?"

Jack swallowed carefully. "I'm starting to think I'm a bad influence on you, Dan."

"Actually, I think you're excellent teacher."

Jack was unusually thoughtful as he played his second shift. The crowd was the same as before, possibly slightly larger. The tips continued to come in, as did a few requests for songs.

Jack couldn't stop thinking about Daniel, even though for the most part, his "roommate" was absorbed in studying his readings. He would put the device down every now and then, though, to watch and listen to Jack play.

There was so much about this man he didn't know. And things seemed to only get more puzzling the more they talked. One moment, he was the geeky "grad school student", absorbed in his work. Next, he was blushing and stammering at some pass Jack had made. And then suddenly he would turn the tables on Jack completely and leave him the one stammering. The kid was an absolute enigma. Or he was just an overachieving student who hadn't had much experience in the dating world. Then again, there was still the question of whether or not he was really a "student."

Jack was distracted from his musing as a group of women sat down at a table close to the piano. They were mostly dressed in work clothes, but some of them were quite pretty underneath the dirt on their faces. Jack gave them a winning smile and broke into a beautiful rendition of "As Time Goes By."

Jack played it up as much as he could, knowing he would get better tips that way. The girls were reacting well, talking, giggling, pointing. Finally, two of the got up and put a large tip in his jar.

Jack winked at them. "Thanks, ladies. Any requests?"

"Yeah, how about your room key?" one of them asked, leaning on the piano.

"Heh, 'fraid I don't know that one."

"Sure you do," the other one said, sitting down on the piano bench beside him. "I'll play on the bottom, and you can be on top."

Jack was about to reply when he looked up and caught Daniel's eye. He was outright glaring at the women and looked like he was about to get up and say something. It was the most emotion Jack had seen on the young man's face, and he felt a small pang of guilt.

"Sorry, ladies, no duets tonight," Jack said firmly, breaking into a cheerful rendition of "Camptown Races."

The women stalked off, going back to their table and filling their friends in on what happened. They spent the rest of the night shooting him dirty looks and stubbornly refusing to applaud. No one else in the bar seemed to notice.

Daniel was involved in his work again when Jack finished his shift. "You about ready for bed?"

"What?" Daniel looked up. "Oh, right! Sorry, lost track of things there." He gathered up his things. "You're quite the musician. Bet you did well with the tips tonight, especially from the ladies."

Jack caught the slight bitterness in his voice. "Maybe so. But I told them I wasn't interested in any duets tonight. At least … not with them." He pulled the key Daniel had given him out of his pocket and twirled it on his finger. "So, shall we?"

Daniel smiled in response. "We shall, Captain."

"I apologize that there's only one bed," Daniel said as he dropped his instrument and papers in a heap on the floor.

Jack came up behind him and nuzzled his neck. "Now, why would you apologize for a silly thing like that?"

Daniel leaned into the touch, his eyes half-closing.

"Are you nervous?" Jack asked, slipping his arms around Daniel's waist and pulling him back against him.

"I'm not a virgin, Jack."

"That's not the only reason people get nervous."

Daniel turned around in Jack's embrace, took his head in his hands, and kissed him deeply. The kiss devolved quickly as Jack steered them toward the bed, and they both fumbled with clothing.

"God, I've wanted you all day," Jack breathed as he laid Daniel down on the mattress. He hungrily kissed all over Daniel's chest as the younger man's hands tangled in his hair. He pulled Jack down and sucked on his collar bone.

"Those women – they wanted you," Daniel gasped out as Jack's hands wandered below his waist. "I would've – fought for you."

Jack smiled. "You're sweet." He bent down and kissed the blond hard, letting his fingers at last circle around his erection.

Daniel gasped, pulling away from the kiss. "Oh, God, Jack …"

Jack grinned and moved down the bed a bit, taking Daniel's hard cock into his mouth without any warning.

Daniel cried out, digging his fingers into the mattress. When he came back to his senses, he clumsily started to reach for Jack to reciprocate, but Jack shook his head and gently pressed his wrists back down. Daniel could only moan and squirm as Jack expertly sucked his shaft, moving his mouth up and down in a steady motion and swirling his tongue around it. Daniel surrendered himself to his ministrations, closing his eyes and letting his climax begin to build.

He wasn't sure what else Jack had planned when the other man ended his sucking with audible pop.

"I would suck you off, but then it won't be as much fun for you when I fuck you," Jack explained. Daniel looked mildly surprised at the turn of events but showed no signs of nervousness.

"I'm sorry, I don't have any … um –"

Jack just grinned and moved up the bed until his own erection was in front of Daniel's face.

Daniel smiled back and then eagerly began to suck on Jack's cock.

Jack's head tilted back, his eyes closed in pleasure. He kept his pressure on Daniel's wrists, wanting only to feel that mouth on his shaft. He pulled away when he felt he was wet enough and released Daniel.

Jack rocked himself back onto his heels and kissed a wet trail down Daniel's torso, taking his the blond's erection in his hand simultaneously. Daniel moaned and squirmed under his ministrations. Jack took the opportunity to stick two fingers in his mouth and coat them thoroughly before lifting Daniel's legs up slightly and probing one digit into his entrance.

Daniel pulled himself into a half-sitting position and sucked enthusiastically on one of Jack's darkened nipples.

Jack gasped softly, nearly losing concentration on what he was doing. He let his head tilt back as he worked his finger inside Daniel, feeling the tight ring inside begin to loosen. He added a second digit inside and bent his head to catch Daniel's mouth in a heated kiss.

Daniel began eagerly grinding his hips upwards towards Jack.

Jack broke off the kiss and grinned at Daniel, lowering him back down onto the bed. He ran his slick fingers over his cock one final time. He entered the blond in one smooth motion, gave both of them a moment to adjust and then began thrusting slowly.

Jack's mind was reeling. He didn't realize how much he needed a release, after all the frustration of the Doctor's rejections. He quickly pushed the thought away and looked down at the handsome blond moaning underneath him.

Daniel's eyes were closed, and his back was arched up, welcoming Jack's thrusts.

"Oh, God … Jack, faster."

"Ah, ah, what do we say?"

Daniel opened his eyes and gave Jack a very convincing pleading look. "Captain?"

Jack literally shuddered this time, and his body seemed to fulfill the request of its own accord.

Daniel's body was reacting quickly to the driving force hitting his prostate; Jack guessed it had been a while since he had done this as well. He wrapped one hand around the blond's cock, pumping it in unison with his thrusts.

Daniel cried out a few moments later, cum shooting onto Jack's stomach and hand. Jack let his own orgasm wash over him, his seed spilling deep inside Daniel. When his breathing began to come back to normal, Jack reluctantly withdrew from Daniel's welcoming heat and collapsed on the bed beside him.

"See?" he said, ruffling the blond's hair. "Plenty of room for two."

"Good thing, too," Daniel replied, draping one arm and leg over Jack. His body slowly relaxed as his breathing evened out.

Jack decided that it had been a long day and decided to let himself drift off to sleep in the other man's arms.