Balance of Power
The first kiss was not tender, or exploratory. It was an assault. They collided hard which brought an oomph! from Daniel. Jack chuckled at that before grabbing Daniel's shoulders. He had a scant inch in height forcing the younger man to tilt his head up to meet those soft brown eyes. They pressed against each other, their mouths almost touching. Then flesh connected with flesh, but neither yielding to the pressure. Daniel's mouth opened slightly, drawing in a quick excited breath, a low moan slipped from Jack's throat, sending a sharp tingle down Daniel's spine.
Jack's hand splayed across the archaeologists lower back, yanking him forward. The pressure of his mouth increased until suddenly, abruptly, he surged forward. Daniel's hands snaked up and grabbed Jack's shirt, he shoved him backward and around, without breaking the searing contact of their mouths. The kiss itself had shifted with the motion, another intimate battle raged, each gesture intensified and returned.
Daniel ran his hands down Jack's back, as if memorizing the hard curves of the older man's spine. Suddenly Jack's head jerked away, his breath ragged.
"Whaaaat?" Daniel asked irritated.
"I have a perfectly good bed in the next room," Jack said eagerly.