A/N: This wasn't supposed to be PWP. It was supposed to be frustrated Daniel and Jack. But Jack wouldn't listen. pout Anyway, this is my first explicit sex scene, be nice?

Jack's dark eyes raked over him, making Daniel blush at their intensity. He stuttered out, "Jack?"

"Don't talk," Jack growled, and licked his lips. Daniel suddenly felt very much like prey, though to what he wasn't sure. Jack took a step forward, and Daniel unconsciously took a step back. Jack advanced on Daniel until the younger man ran into the wall, and then Jack stopped. Still gazing at Daniel with a hungry ferocity, he hesitated. Daniel took the chance, reaching over to the phone. Jack's look, conveying a warning and a promise at once, pinned him in place before he could even brush the cradle. Daniel swallowed, and wet his lips nervously.

Before he could take another breath, Jack was fully pressed against him: chest to chest, hip to hip, mouth to mouth. When Jack's seeking tongue asked entrance, Daniel parted his lips with a moan. He really hoped that wasn't Jack's sidearm poking him in the thigh.

One of Jack's hands held him in place while the other untucked his shirt and slipped underneath. Rough fingers caressed his skin, making his muscles shiver in reaction. When Jack broke away from his lips to nibble at his jawline, he let out a breathless, "God."

Daniel spread his legs farther apart, allowing Jack to settle comfortably between them. When Jack began to thrust his hips, Daniel caught his breath and then let out a little, helpless mewl. The older man responded with a sound half-moan and half-growl, the hand on Daniel's head moving to grasp his butt. Jack tweaked one of Daniel's nipples, and that earned him a whimper.

Jack pulled away only long enough to remove his shirt and Daniel's before pressing their bodies together again. Daniel groaned at the feel of Jack's skin against his, the touch sending electricity racing along his nerves and straight to his groin. When Jack's hand worked its way under his waistband and into his boxers to grasp his dick, Daniel let out a strangled, "Fuck!"

Daniel pushed his hips into that hand, shuddering at the feeling of Jack's other hand kneading his ass and Jack's lips on his collarbone. He gasped out another "Fuck," when Jack suddenly bit down hard enough to mark.

Jack was still rocking against him, his hands still working, even as his mouth moved lower, leaving a wet trail on Daniel's body. He reached Daniel's waistband, and growled angrily. His hands paused to unbuckled the belt, causing Daniel to groan at the loss of contact. He shivered when Jack lowered his pants and boxers, exposing him to the cool air of the apartment, and cried out when Jack licked his cock from balls to head with the flat of his tongue. "Shit, yes!"

Daniel's knees threatened to buckle on him, and Jack reached out one hand to steady him. Jack worked the younger man, until Daniel came with a low keen. He slid bonelessly to the ground, completely spent and sated. When the post-orgasmic haze began to clear up, Daniel looked at Jack in slight alarm and embarrassment. He bit the inside of his lip and asked shakily, "You, um, do you want me to…?"

Jack grinned, a lazy, smug smile, and gestured towards his own groin. Daniel saw that Jack's fly was open, and Jack said, "Watching you was enough."

Daniel blushed, curious as to what had brought this sudden bout of caveman on, and then decided right at that moment he was too tired to care. "Bed?"

"Too far," Jack answered with a yawn. "Couch?"

"Works," Daniel acquiesced. Somehow, they managed to stumble over to the couch and remove the rest of their clothing, and collapsed on it in a pile of limbs. Daniel was almost asleep, listening to Jack's steady heartbeat, when he realized his cell phone was ringing. He mumbled, "Cell."

"Later," Jack muttered back. Daniel didn't argue, and fell asleep with a smile.