Morning brought Jack a need to pee and an armful of archaeologist. During the night, Daniel had rolled over and snuggled. Head half on the pillow, half on Jack's bicep, the younger man had an arm flung across Jack's chest and one leg tucked between Jack's. Jack swallowed, took a deeper breath, and felt Daniel wriggle closer. His thigh pressed firmly against Jack's groin, turning the older man's usual waking half-hardness into a full morning glory. The press of solid flesh at Jack's hip told him Daniel was in the same state. He shifted his hips, trying to move away without waking his friend, but Daniel snuffled a protest into Jack's neck and rocked against him.
Jack froze as Daniel nuzzled at him, sending a shiver of awareness straight to the older man's groin, which really didn't need any encouraging. 'Er...' he rasped, then cleared his throat. Daniel moaned, thrusting harder, clutching at Jack. 'God!' Jack breathed, his cock jumping. 'Daniel?' His arm automatically curled around Daniel's shoulders, and with his other hand, he reached over and touched his friend's cheek. 'Daniel!' His voice shouldn't sound that husky, should it?
Daniel moaned again and fumbled his way down to the waistband of Jack's boxers, the elastic a problem for his barely-awake dexterity. Moving lower, he managed to work his way through the fly instead, and Jack's cock sprang free of the material and into Daniel's hand. Jack choked, hips twitching up as Daniel's fingers closed around him.
'Mmm, yeah....' Daniel breathed, sucking loosely at Jack's neck. He pumped his hand in time with his hips and all Jack could do was hang on as Daniel's rhythm speeded up, grew erratic, then Jack felt the old familiar tension surge up from his balls and he was calling out, coming into his best friend's hand and moments later Daniel joined him, wet heat spreading across Jack's hip.
'Daniel!' Jack groaned, wrapping his arms around the solid bulk of his friend's chest. 'God!'
'Mmph, Jack...' Daniel murmured, clumsily wiping his hand on Jack's other hip, then sprawling bonelessly even further across the older man. Within seconds, his breathing had evened out, slowed, and Jack knew he had dived back into sleep. Despite himself, Jack followed.
Waking a couple of hours later, Jack found himself spooned behind Daniel, chest to back, legs tangled together. This time, the need to pee had graduated to painful, so he carefully extricated himself from his sleeping team-mate and padded to the bathroom, managing not to bump into or trip over anything on the way. Once inside, he shut the door and turned on the light, stripped off his boxers with a grimace and took care of his most urgent problem. That dealt with, he washed his hands and grabbed his toothbrush, then caught sight of himself in the mirror.
'Shit.'
His neck was red where Daniel's stubble had rasped against it, but that wasn't what was bothering him. It was the look of satiation in his eyes, the satisfaction he recognized in the set of his mouth. He knew that look. It was one he'd seen countless times after early-morning sex with his wife, with Sara. No, not sex: love-making. Part of him wanted to protest. One half-awake hand-job from his best friend after a night of drinking didn't add up to making love, couldn't add up to being in love. But he hadn't had so many beers and he hadn't been the one still half-asleep, his traitorous mind informed him.
'Oh, crap.'
He brushed his teeth quickly, avoiding looking at his reflection, then showered. Shaving could wait. He left the light on in the bathroom and the door ajar. It provided enough light for him to dress and set the coffee maker going, enough light for him to sit back on the bed and watch his friend sleep. Daniel relaxed in sleep the way he almost never did while awake, the deep lines that bracketed his mouth, furrowed his brow, smoothing out into faint sketch marks. His hair fell across his forehead, making him look boyish despite the stubble that shadowed his jaw. And that mouth, the bottom lip so full, so kissable...
Jack started as Daniel let out a snort and opened his eyes. Blearily, the younger man licked his lips, his frown suggesting the taste in his mouth wasn't the freshest.
'Coffee?' he asked hopefully.
Jack handed him the bottle of water and the aspirin. 'This first,' he said firmly and waited patiently until Daniel obeyed him before switching on the light. Daniel pulled a pillow over his head until Jack removed it and held a mug in front of him, coaxing him upright. Once he was propped up against the headboard, clutching his coffee, Jack went and checked outside the door. Sure enough, there was a tray waiting, its contents covered with a cloth. He brought it in and set it on the bed, since the table held Daniel's books and papers. Under the cloth, Jack found cereal, a jug of milk, some waffles and a bottle of syrup. He poked the waffles.
'Still warm. Want some?'
Daniel, eyes closed again, shook his head. 'Coffee,' he muttered.
'Suit yourself.' Jack ate, leaving a couple of waffles although he knew Daniel probably wouldn't eat them, then slid the tray on top of the cupboard in the corner. He refilled Daniel's mug, poured himself some coffee and sat back down on the bed, leaning back against the headboard.
Daniel opened his eyes. 'So.'
'Yeah. So.' Jack shifted his pillow to support his lower back.
'If you like, we can put it down to alcohol and that letter and proximity to a warm body,' Daniel offered, sleepily.
Jack frowned down at his coffee. 'What, it's been so long that anyone would have done it for us? No, I don't like.'
'What, then?'
Jack turned his head to find Daniel watching him steadily, his expression giving nothing away. 'I don't know. I never bothered finding out where I fall on the Kinsey scale, and yes, I am aware of the irony in the coincidence of the name. Am I gay? I don't think so. But this morning... I liked it, Daniel. I knew I should have stopped you, but I liked it. I don't think it was the booze and I don't think it was because neither of us has gotten laid in forever.' He shrugged. 'I liked it because it was you.'
'And the letter?' There was a stillness, a tension to Daniel that made Jack wary.
'Might have a point?' he hazarded.
Daniel relaxed, smiled. 'Maybe,' he agreed. 'I need a shower.' He set his mug down on the bedside table and threw back the covers.
Jack watched him walk across the room, seeing the way his broad, muscled shoulders tapered to slim hips, a firm, small bottom and long legs. Not pretty, but definitely handsome. A sight he could stand seeing again, he decided. Every morning? He probed the thought cautiously, like poking a sore tooth with his tongue to see how much it hurt, and was surprised when the expected flinch didn't come. He sighed and got up, poured himself the last of the coffee and put another pot on, then snagged Daniel's laptop. When Daniel emerged, towel wrapped around his hips and hair standing up in all directions, he was busy typing out an overdue report.
By lunchtime, Jack was beyond bored. 'Whatcha doing, Danny?' Daniel was squinting at a printout of a photograph of something grey. A few darker grey scratches could have been the remains of an inscription, or could have been weathering to Jack's untrained eye.
'Going blind, I think,' Daniel admitted, dropping the paper with a sigh. 'There's simply not enough detail here. If I had a rubbing to work with, maybe I'd get somewhere.'
'Yeah, amazing where rubbing will get you,' Jack grinned.
Daniel blinked. 'You didn't just-'
'Oh, yeah!' Jack crowed, then hooted with laughter as Daniel went red.
'Jack!' he protested, but Jack's laughter was infectious, and before he knew it, he was grinning. 'You are so, so...'
'Handsome?' Jack supplied with an outrageous wiggle of his eyebrows.
'Juvenile, I was going to say,' Daniel laughed.
'That too,' Jack conceded. 'Want to bet on what lunch is?'
'Um... Some form of mystery meat, overcooked veg and... blue jello?' Daniel set about moving his work to the bed.
'Meat loaf, definitely overcooked veg and soggy pie,' Jack said confidently, giving him a hand.
It turned out to be mystery meat, overcooked veg, and some form of pie that had a passing resemblance to apple.
'Bland, my favorite flavoring.' Daniel poked at his pie. 'Would it kill them to use a little cinnamon once in a while?'
'I really don't understand why a base like this one, where there are no planes and not even a damn airstrip, has the same godawful bland food as the rest of the Air Force,' Jack wrinkled his nose at the forkful of limp pastry.
Daniel looked up, surprised. 'What does that have to do with it?'
Jack shrugged. 'Gas. Apparently bland food causes less gas. Which you really don't want when you're pulling multi-g maneuvers in a fighter in enemy airspace. Trust me on that.'
'Oh, ow,' Daniel said. 'I guess that makes sense.' He pushed aside his plate and went to grab more coffee, pouring Jack a refill while he was at it.
'Thanks.' Jack finished up, cleared everything back onto the tray and put the tray out in the hallway. At one end of the corridor, a couple of airmen passed by, chatting. At the other end-
'Colonel!'
Jack winced and plastered on a smile. 'Carter.'
'Sir, what's going on?' Sam asked. 'The SFs won't let me past, the phone in that suite won't take incoming calls, and General Hammond's won't see me. Is something wrong?'
Jack leaned against the door frame. 'Can't tell you, Carter. Drop it.'
'Is Daniel there, sir? I've been trying to find him, too.' Concern flitted over her face.
'Leave it be, Carter. That's an order,' Jack said sternly. 'I'm sure you have important tests to be running on something. Go, do stuff.'
'But-'
'Major.' Jack drew himself up straight, raised an eyebrow.
'Yes, sir,' Samantha said unhappily and left.
'Good job,' Jack said to the SF, who glanced back over his shoulder.
'Thank you, sir.' He returned to his watch and Jack went back into the room.
'Problem?' Daniel asked, not looking up from the papers once more strewn over the table.
'Just Carter's curiosity,' Jack drawled, dropping back onto the bed and kicking off his shoes. 'It's a good job Hammond put SFs out there or she'd be trying to break us out.
'That's an idea,' Daniel said. 'If we get Sam and Teal'c to break us out, we could...'
'What? Go home? Get pizza and beer and watch the game? We wouldn't make it as far as the front gates.' Jack scowled.
'I was thinking we could forget about all this. We wouldn't have to talk about, you know.' Daniel flashed a mischievous smile. 'I thought you'd rather commit seppuku than talk about your feelings.'
'Yeah, well, we have orders. And since these particular orders go all the way to the very top, I don't think anything short of being beamed up by Thor for a galaxy-wide emergency is going to get us out of talking,' Jack grumbled.
Daniel put down his pen, then came and sat beside Jack on the bed. 'I have to say, I'm surprised at how seriously they're taking this. I mean, seriously enough to dismantle DA/DT and the ban on homosexuality in the military? They're desperate.'
Jack raised his eyebrows. 'You think it'll come to that?'
'You don't?' Daniel asked earnestly. 'If we did this, if we actually got married, how long do you think it'd be before some other gay couple wanted to get married and still serve? When they can point to us and see no repercussions, how fast do you think they'd be bringing a lawsuit? I know the President doesn't like DA/DT, but I didn't think he had the support to overturn the ban, thanks to people like Senator Kinsey.'
'When I joined up, I didn't think I'd ever be the poster-boy for gays in the military.' Gently, Jack smacked his head back against the wall a couple of times. 'Why would I do this to me? To us? I know I don't get on with my alternate selves, but this...'
Daniel put a hand on Jack's knee. 'Maybe because it's true. Together we make the impossible happen.'
Jack covered Daniel's hand with his own. 'Yeah, we've done some pretty incredible things.' His gaze dropped to the younger man's mouth as Daniel turned his hand over and linked fingers with Jack. In the end, it was ridiculously easy to lean in and brush his dry lips over Daniel's pout. His breath was coffee and the lingering sweetness of pastry and when he kissed back, his lips moved gently against Jack's mouth. It wasn't at all strange and when he pulled back, Jack could see in Daniel's eyes that it wasn't unwelcome either.
'So.' Jack cleared his throat, swallowed.
'I guess,' Daniel smiled a little, a sweet, cautious smile and his eyes were the blue of clear summer skies; unclouded, warm, welcoming.
'Going to keep on working?' Jack asked. He rubbed his thumb over Daniel's, was still holding his hand lightly, fingers clasped loosely together.
Daniel's smile broadened. 'I suppose there are other things I could be doing.'
'You calling me a thing?' Jack grinned.
'That depends on whether or not you think we're up to 'doing' yet, doesn't it?' Daniel held Jack's gaze for a moment longer before breaking off and laughing.
'Ouch! My ego!' Jack groused, laughing with him. He squeezed Daniel's hand and shifted a little further down the bed, then tugged him down. Daniel sprawled on his side and put a hand on Jack's hip, letting the older man slide his arm under Daniel's neck. In answer to the unspoken question in Daniel's eyes, Jack quirked his eyebrows. 'What? If we're going to make out, I'm getting comfy first. I'm too old to be a human pretzel.'
'But you're not too old to be making out?' Daniel teased.
'Never,' Jack denied fervently. He reached up and stroked Daniel's cheek with his knuckles. 'This should be odder,' he mused, turning his hand to cup the younger man's jaw, rubbing his thumb against the sensitive skin by Daniel's ear.
'Think they put something in the pie?' Daniel shivered, his gaze dropping to Jack's mouth as he licked his lips.
'Nope. I still can't think about nailing your ass,' Jack said seriously. 'But kissing would be nice. It's been a long time since I've felt this at ease with anyone.'
'Me too,' Daniel admitted. He leaned forwards, letting Jack's fingers slide into the short hairs at the back of his neck, and pressed his lips to Jack's.
Jack enjoyed the warmth, the pressure, the restrained strength as Daniel kissed him. He let his fingers explore the nape of Daniel's neck, feeling the soft hair under his fingers, the minute rasp of calluses across the smooth expanse of neck. Daniel made a satisfied sound deep in his throat and Jack let his lips part, let Daniel's tongue hesitantly find its way inside. He ran his fingers up into Daniel's hair, holding him closer, his tongue meeting and sliding around Daniel's, forcing a retreat out of his mouth, followed it, invading Daniel's, and with a groan he pulled Daniel down on top of him. He kept one arm against Daniel's broad shoulders, let his other hand sweep down that muscled back until it found the hollow where it rubbed circles over the cotton of Daniel's t-shirt.
Daniel whimpered, pressed himself against Jack's long, hard body. He gripped the shoulder of Jack's shirt with one hand, let the other glide down Jack's thigh, rub up and down as he let Jack explore the inside of his mouth, forced his way back into Jack's with powerful strokes of his tongue.
Jack pulled at Daniel's t-shirt until it came free of the waistband of his BDUs. His hand slipped underneath, stilling for a moment as it found skin. Warm, soft skin covering very not-soft muscles. Hard, masculine muscles. He broke the kiss, gasping for breath, looking up into Daniel's questioning eyes which were darker now, no longer such a clear light blue.
'My god, Daniel!' Jack breathed, holding him tighter. 'What you do to me!' He was amazed, the hardness at his groin the twin of Daniel's. 'I never knew, I swear.'
'You're talking too much.' Daniel couldn't disguise the relief in his voice. 'Does this mean we're doing?'
Jack laughed up at him, dark eyes twinkling. 'We're doing.' He kissed Daniel again until the breathy noises he coaxed out of the younger man threatened to push him over the edge before they even undressed. He broke the kiss again and with a twist of his hips, had Daniel sprawled on his back. Ruthlessly, he stripped Daniel's t-shirt and trousers, dropping them on the floor, then rolled away and hauled his shirt over his head, unbuttoned his BDUs and shucked them off along with his boxers. Rolling back again, he met Daniel in the middle of the bed and they held each other, astounded all over again at their nakedness, their proximity, their arousal.
'Hi.' Jack reached out with an unsteady hand and placed it on Daniel's chest, over his heart.
'Hi,' Daniel echoed, running his fingertips lightly over the salt-and-pepper hair around Jack's nipples. He skimmed down, over Jack's abs, curving his palm around Jack's hip.
Jack's breathing hitched. There was something wrong with the ventilation system: he couldn't get enough air, couldn't breathe, would suffocate here, lying naked on a bed with his linguist, his archaeologist, his lover, his love. In another day they would come in, find them here together. He hoped they would bury him with Daniel. He wouldn't mind dying now if he got to spend eternity with this man, this incredible, astounding, infuriating man.
'I love you,' he gasped and even if it hadn't been his last breath, even if the ventilation system hadn't been broken, Daniel's smile would have stolen away his breath and now he really could die happy.
'I love you too,' Daniel beamed, seemingly having no trouble breathing whatsoever.
'Bastard,' Jack snarled, leaning in and tumbling Daniel onto his back again. 'Bastard!' He ground against the hard planes of muscle and bone that were Daniel, his Daniel, kissing and biting at Daniel's lips, his jaw, his neck.
Daniel cried out, arching up, wrapping Jack in long, muscled arms and legs, thrusting up into the crease of Jack's thigh. Jack let go of him for long enough to reach over to the bedside table and fumble for the lube. He flipped the lid open, managed to squirt some onto his fingers, then he reached down between them and grasped Daniel's cock.
Daniel's hips stuttered upwards, driving his cock through the circle of Jack's hand, sliding easily with the lube. He let out a whine, grabbed Jack's head and kissed him, tongue thrusting in tandem with his hips. Jack rocked against Daniel, letting him drive the pace. Daniel moved rapidly, frantically, holding Jack as tightly as he could manage, and then, with eyes screwed shut and mouth open in a yell, he thrust upwards one last time and stilled, cock pulsing, semen coating Jack's fist. Jack rubbed his thumb against the glans and Daniel twitched, whimpered, twitched again and went limp.
'Fuck!' he gasped, eyes opening at last to fix on Jack's face, seeing this expression for the first time. Serious-mouthed, jaw taut, but a hint of smugness in the crinkle at the corners of his eyes, and in those eyes a world of love. 'Wow,' Daniel breathed and Jack smiled.
'May I?' Jack asked courteously, and Daniel would have laughed, it was such an odd time for politeness, only it wasn't funny, it was sweet and Daniel wanted nothing more than to have Jack as close as possible, always.
'Yes.'
Jack let go of Daniel's cock and reached for his own. 'Condom?' he asked, a catch in his breath the only sign of how turned on he was.
'Not on my account,' Daniel said. 'Janet would have found anything either of us had, and-'
'It's been so long I'm surprised we still know what our dicks are for,' Jack finished, grinning.
'Yeah,' Daniel grinned back. He pulled Jack down for another kiss, slow and gentle this time, as Jack coated himself in the sticky mix of lube and semen.
Jack pushed at Daniel's thigh, turning his leg outwards, raising his knee so that Daniel was spread open. His gaze was steady, watching for any sign of reluctance, discomfort as he reached between Daniel's legs, brushed over his cheeks and ran his fingertips over the crease, stroking gently past his opening, across his perineum and back.
Daniel gasped, a soft intake of breath, keeping eye contact with Jack as he tilted his hips upwards a little. Jack understood the invitation, circling that dimple with his middle finger and pushing in, incrementally harder, until his finger slid inside and Daniel's breath whooshed out. Jack could feel Daniel pushing down, forcing the tight ring of muscle to relax enough for Jack to move his finger in deeper, up to the knuckle, then to the base. He dropped his head, kissed Daniel thoroughly while he waited for the younger man to move.
At last, Daniel canted his hips again and Jack slid his finger almost all the way out, before pushing back in again, slowly, easily, giving Daniel time to object, time to adjust, then did it again. After a couple of minutes of gentle finger-fucking, he pushed in, crooked his finger forwards and found the spot Janet targeted so unerringly in her physicals.
'Shit!' Daniel yelped, muscles clamping down around Jack's finger, shoulders curling up off the bed.
Jack froze. 'Bad?' he asked cautiously.
'No, just... A little warning next time, okay?' Daniel relaxed again. 'It's... intense.'
Jack nodded. 'Gotcha.' He moved his hand again, pulling out all the way, coated his fingers with more lube, and tried again with two fingers.
'Oh! That's...' Daniel blinked, swallowed, breathed harder as Jack slid two fingers all the way in. 'It feels more... bigger than... oh!' Jack grinned and carried on patiently until Daniel had relaxed around him. The flush on Daniel's chest and cheeks, the way his nipples were hard nubs, but most importantly, the way his cock was starting to fill and rise again told Jack that he was ready. He pulled out his fingers carefully, wiped them off on the sheet and took hold of his aching penis.
'Okay?' he asked, positioning himself at Daniel's entrance.
'Do it, Jack!' Daniel was wide-eyed, red-faced, and his hair was standing up in all directions.
'You're beautiful,' Jack rasped, and pushed in.
'Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh god, no, don't stop!' Daniel chanted as Jack breached him, one long, slow thrust taking him balls-deep, and then Jack had to stop, had to think about requisition forms and overdue mission reports because if he didn't...
'God, you're so fucking tight! So hot! Jesus!' he panted against Daniel's ear, fighting for control. 'Oh, god!' He slid his arms under Daniel's shoulders, hugged him, felt Daniel's heels hook around his thighs and that shift in angle was all it took to get him moving. He pulled back, thrust in harder, pulled back again, hating the loss of contact, of skin-on-skin, groin against groin, but fucking loving the sensation of Daniel - Daniel! - so tight around him, hotter than anything he'd ever experienced before, and the thrust in was so - god! - fucking indescribable and he was babbling, he knew it, but Daniel was wrapped around him, legs and arms and mouth on his neck and he must have hit that spot again because Daniel was crying out into his shoulder, shaking, pulsing around him, squeezing him and-
Jack buried himself as deep inside Daniel as he could, and collapsed with a roar of triumph. He couldn't breathe again, couldn't see, couldn't hear, but he could feel Daniel, there was nothing but Daniel, his entire world.
Slowly, Jack came back to himself. He eased up onto his elbows, kissing every part of Daniel's face that he could reach until Daniel choked out a laugh and pushed feebly at his shoulder.
'Get off me, you bastard! You're fucking heavy!'
With one last kiss, Jack eased out of Daniel and pushed himself over to one side. 'I think you broke me.'
'Me?' Daniel squeaked. 'You were the one doing the doing!'
After a moment, Jack chuckled and after another, Daniel joined in. They lay side by side, laughing at the absurdity of life, or maybe it was the way in which fundamentally important, life-changing, world-shattering events came down to sweat and mess and after everything, they were still themselves, still Jack and Daniel, still best friends. And then the laughter died away and Daniel yawned and Jack reached out and pulled him onto his side and into a full-body hug, tucking Daniel's head under his chin, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and dragging Daniel's leg over his and linking his fingers through those on Daniel's free hand. Jack kissed Daniel's forehead, closed his eyes and slept.
They woke a few hours later, kissed, showered, kissed some more, picked up the clothes strewn across the floor and traded socks and t-shirts for kisses until at last they were both dressed and Daniel broke away for long enough to put on another pot of coffee.
'No last-gasp macho military freak-out?' Daniel asked as he handed Jack a mug. He found space for his own among the papers on the table and sat down, shifting a little on the hard chair.
'Not so far,' Jack said. 'You okay? I wasn't too, uh...'
Daniel smile lit up his face. 'I can still feel it. God, yes, I'm better than okay! I had no idea it could be this good.'
Jack's mouth quirked in relief. 'So you'd maybe be okay with, er...'
'Doing it again? Yeah, sure, you betcha,' Daniel grinned. 'Although I'm pretty sure at some point it'll be your ass on the line instead.'
Jack flushed. 'I, er... I think I could handle that.' He raised his eyebrows, blinked. 'Wow, didn't think I'd be saying that any time. Ever.'
'You realize this might possibly constitute talking about it?' Daniel said, all mock-seriousness and round eyes behind his glasses.
'Tell anyone and I'll make sure they'll never find the bodies,' Jack threatened darkly. 'Not that that's stopped you before, the no body thing.'
'Not that you'd notice, no,' Daniel agreed. Jack watched him as he busied himself among his papers again and didn't question the warm feeling that filled him or the way it spiked every time Daniel looked up and smiled at him.
Dinner was considerably less alcoholic than the previous night's had been. Jack had a couple of beers, Daniel a glass of wine and afterwards Jack managed to concentrate on his book long enough to finish the last three chapters. He took his time in the tiny bathroom, taking off his BDUs to leave him clad only his t-shirt and boxers, brushing his teeth and making sure he was as clean-shaven as possible, before emerging and casually strolling round to where Daniel was hunched over a paper covered in something cursive and swirling that could possibly have been Thai, but only if the script had been crossed with a mutant creeping vine and fed super-fertilizer.
Jack placed his hands lightly on Daniel's shoulders and started to massage them, pushing his thumbs into the knots. Daniel grunted in pleasure, but kept on reading until Jack started on the nape of his neck. Then his head fell forwards, chin to chest, and Jack could feel him relaxing bit by bit.
'That's good, don't stop,' Daniel groaned. 'Mmmm...'
Jack bent over, then, his mouth almost touching Daniel's ear, murmured, 'I can think of a few other ways to make you feel good. Come to bed.' He felt Daniel shiver convulsively, then Daniel stood up so quickly Jack's reflexes nearly didn't get him out of the way in time. Then Daniel had turned, grabbed the front of his t-shirt and was kissing him hard, aggressively, pushing him back towards the bed and down onto his back.
Jack let Daniel climb over him, contented himself with wrapping one arm around Daniel's shoulders, the other hand at his hip, as Daniel, on elbows and knees, wriggled until he had them lined up, mouth to mouth, chest to chest and groin to groin. Jack groaned as Daniel dipped his hips a fraction and rubbed the bulge in his trousers over Jack's boxer-clad cock, which was taking a definite interest in the proceedings. He tried to keep still, but Daniel moved his hips again, doing a shimmy this time which circled his hardness around and over the head of Jack's cock. The fabric of his boxers kept him pinned down, rubbed against the sensitive skin but he needed Daniel to press down, rub harder, needed more friction - needed friction of an entirely different kind.
With a frustrated grunt, Jack thrust his hips up, tried to pull Daniel down, but Daniel leaned his weight onto one elbow and grasped Jack's hand, pulling it off his hip and up, lacing his fingers through Jack's, pressing it to the bed beside Jack's head. Then he shimmied again and Jack whimpered, breaking the kiss to beg.
'Daniel! Quit teasing!'
Daniel grinned evilly and bit Jack's earlobe. 'Patience, grasshopper!' he murmured softly, then licked and sucked the abused lobe until Jack thought he'd go crazy. He was harder than he could remember being since, well, since earlier that day, but still, before that, it must have been at least ten years and if Daniel didn't do something right this instant he was going to explode and die!
'Can't have that.' Daniel pulled back, standing up and moving out of Jack's reach and stripping off. 'The fate of the world, remember?' His face was serious, but his eyes danced and Jack couldn't help laughing.
'Ass!'
'Yes please. But it'd be easier if you were actually naked.' Daniel looked hungrily at Jack's body, dragging a long groan from deep inside Jack's chest.
'Fine, but just remember when you've killed me, you get to explain it to Hammond.' Jack curled his shoulders up off the bed and tugged off his t-shirt, falling back to push down his boxers. He hitched further back on the bed, then rolled over onto his stomach. He grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under his hips, arranging his cock so that he was comfy, stroking himself a couple of times before he could force his hand to let go.
'Jack, I'm not going to rush this and you're not going to die from impatience. Trust me,' Daniel reassured him, brushing his shoulders with a light touch as he leaned across Jack to retrieve the lube. 'I don't want to hurt you.'
'You think being this hard isn't painful?' Jack asked, incredulous. 'Come on, Daniel! I'm not getting any younger here.'
Daniel chuckled and ran his hand down Jack's back. Jack felt his lips touch each scar and forced himself to relax a little as Daniel explored the unmapped surface of his body.
'Are you always going to be this stubborn?' he groused, closing his eyes.
'I think the first time I get to fuck my best friend should be a little special, yes,' Daniel said and Jack could hear the smile in his voice.
Jack sighed in mock-resignation. 'Well, if you put it like that...'
Daniel stretched out beside him, caressed him from nape to hip, ran a calloused hand gently over Jack's cheeks, over the backs of his thighs, skimmed fingertips up the insides of his thighs, making the fine hairs there rise as if to follow. With a softer sigh, Jack parted his legs and let Daniel's clever hand explore his perineum, the curve of his balls, the coarser hair leading back to his opening. Daniel catalogued Jack's responses, the minute shifts in position, muscle-twitches, a barely perceptible hitch in breath.
Jack lay there with his eyes closed, feeling Daniel's warmth along his left side, the way the mattress dipped beneath his weight. He could smell Daniel, too, warm and standard-issue soap and something indefinably male and uniquely Daniel. It was oddly reassuring, only it wasn't odd. It was Daniel, this presence, this body, this man he'd spent such a large proportion of his time around ever since they'd met, since Daniel had come back that first time from his year on Abydos. It occurred to Jack that he trusted Daniel more than he'd ever trusted anyone in his entire adult life, more even than Sara, and he'd trusted her enough to marry.
Daniel's fingers moved away, came back slick and a little colder and Jack really couldn't think of any good reason why he should be lying here, letting a male civilian consultant prepare to fuck him, why his heterosexuality shouldn't rise up in revolt and carry him all the way to the General's office, to the President's office if need be, to protest this absurdity. But this was Daniel, the man who had saved his life so many times, who had seen him at his very lowest, who had him rock hard against a pillow with his ass in the air. This was Daniel, who had let him do this very thing earlier, who had trusted him, welcomed him, wanted him. This was Daniel, who he loved. And Daniel loved him.
Jack moaned as Daniel's finger pushed slowly inside. He spread his legs wider, pulling one knee up, giving Daniel space to work his finger in and out of Jack's tight ring of muscle. Relaxing, he allowed the feeling of intrusion to wash over him, letting it fall away, concentrating instead on the way his nerve-endings were starting to tingle, the way the fullness wasn't overwhelming, just unfamiliar. He rocked his hips a little and Daniel pulled his hand back. On the next push, there were two fingers and Daniel was right, it was more, wider than he'd thought it could feel, but still, it wasn't freaking him out. He felt Daniel's fingers turn, crook, slide, and Jesus! Fucking! Christ! It felt like a seizure, if a seizure was lightning inside and connected to the top of his head and the end of his cock and all around his balls and through his ass-
'Like that, huh?' Daniel whispered, leaning his shoulder against Jack's bicep, kissing the nape of Jack's neck. It turned out that Jack was one of the languages Daniel spoke fluently, which was good because the 'guh' which was all that Jack could manage in reply, Daniel translated effortlessly into 'Fuck, yes! I need you inside me right now!' and, thank god, actually acted on his orders.
Jack moaned again as Daniel's hand slipped out of him, but a second later Daniel was lying between his legs, warm and solid, hard muscle, harder cock, pushing against him, wider and blunter and hotter than anything, and then he was in and Jack could only pant as his body struggled to relax, to accept the invasion of self, penetration not just fullness but connection at a primal level. He cried out as Daniel moved deeper inside him, lay heavy against his back, but they were skin-against-skin and Daniel's clean hand was clasping his, and as Daniel came to rest with his balls heavy against Jack's, so far inside that they were one flesh, would never be separate again, deep in Jack's heart the very last walls crumbled and he surrendered himself to everything Daniel was or could ever be.
'Love you!' he gasped, bowing his head, and Daniel thrust gently, slowly into him, kissing that vulnerable expanse of neck, worked his other hand beneath them, curled his fingers around Jack's hardness, and fucked him to the slowest, most intense orgasm Jack had ever felt. With each stroke, Jack could feel every nerve in his ass rejoice. The brush of Daniel's heavy sack was incredibly erotic, sending ripples of sensation through the sensitized skin of his own, making it draw up and tighten. Daniel's hand around his cock, not moving, but warm, comforting, there, made him feel loved, cherished, gave him just enough stimulation that when Daniel's cock found his prostate, brushed over it again and again, sending electricity arcing across Jack's nerves, all Daniel had to do was bite down on Jack's neck to complete the circuit and Jack was coming as though he'd never stop.
Daniel grunted as Jack's ass clenched around him. His hips jerked, pushing him as deep as he could go, and then Jack heard him call out, felt him pulse and he was coming inside Jack with soft wordless cries, sounding as close to pain as ecstasy, sending shivers of aftershock through Jack which made him tighten around Daniel all over again, a feedback loop that took forever to die away.
At last Daniel softened and slipped out, making Jack whimper with the loss. Daniel quickly rolled to one side, tugging Jack with him, wrapping him in arms and legs, kissing his neck, his shoulder. Jack clutched at the arms encircling him, but it wasn't until his chest heaved that he realized he was crying.
'Jack?' When Jack didn't answer, when another sob shook him, Daniel rapidly disentangled them, pulling Jack over onto his back so that Daniel could see his face. 'What is it? Did I hurt you? Oh god...'
Jack shook his head, reached up with a trembling hand and traced Daniel's high cheekbones, his strong jaw, his full lips. 'I, uh...' He cleared his throat, swallowed thickly. 'I didn't understand what it meant. I... This much love, I didn't think I had it in me. The closest I ever felt was the first time I saw...' He brushed at his cheeks, cleared his throat again. 'The first time I ever held Charlie.'
Daniel looked down at him, blue eyes so full of compassion and love that Jack couldn't stand it. He turned his head, looked across the small concrete room at the USAF-issue furniture.
'Don't,' Daniel said huskily, settling himself along Jack's side. 'Don't hide.' He wiped his hand on the sheet, placed his palm carefully against Jack's cheek, urging him to look back again. Unwillingly, Jack did so.
'I love you, Jack. I love you with all my heart. I don't... I don't have the words to tell you how much you mean to me.' He brushed a kiss to Jack's lips, kissed his cheeks, his eyelids. 'I know tomorrow we have to leave here, go back to work saving the galaxy, but just for tonight, please, don't shut me out.'
Jack pulled Daniel into a full-body hug, held him as tightly as he could. He buried his face in the curve of Daniel's neck, felt Daniel's arms come around him. They lay wrapped in each other's arms, breathing together, hearts beating in time until sleep pulled them under. Jack woke once, briefly, curled on his side with Daniel pressed against the length of his back, snuffling against his ear with every breath. He shifted and Daniel's arm tightened around him and he fell asleep again.
