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Title: Riptide
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It has no rhyme or reason.
Notes: Written in about ten minutes.
He thinks maybe he's insane. After all, he's a General now and doesn't that mean he shouldn't be sleeping with a former teammate? A male former teammate?
Jack's sure that he has gone off the deep end, but then again, Mark Twain once said that sanity and happiness were an impossible combination. As he walks into Daniel's house, he wonders whether it would be better to have sanity or to be happy.
He watches his boyfriend while the man pours over a text and the narrator on the television talks about Ancient dialects of Middle Eastern countries. There's a dark orange glow coming through the windows from the setting sun, and he hears the water in the bathroom running, filling the tub slowly.
"Hey." He calls out, gently. He knows enough to not startle Daniel when he's involved in research – one cup of coffee to the chest was all it took to learn that lesson.
Daniel tosses a wave over his shoulder, eyes remaining on his work and the pen in his hand moves rapidly over the paper.
He'd told Charlie once that love is insane, that it has no rhyme or reason. He smirks: if he's insane then he can blame Daniel. It was all the younger man's doing anyway that they were together.
Dispensing with his jacket and shoes, he moves until he's directly behind Daniel and he puts his hands on the broad shoulders. He leans over and nips at one ear, getting nothing from Daniel.
He nips harder, slides his hands down both arms and takes the pen forcibly out of Daniel's grip. Then quietly, Jack turns his face, "Hello."
"Hi." Daniel smirks then kisses him lightly.
Jack thinks he might be insane, but there were worse things to be.