Alpha Jack
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Note: 12 Days of Bunnyfic: #10
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Colonel Jack O'Neill glared at the diminutive doctor with a force that could have stopped a tank. "Are we *done* yet?"
Janet Fraiser sighed. Colonel O'Neill had been in a bad mood when he'd headed off for that mission with SG-3, he'd apparently been in a bad mood throughout the mission - as the dead Jaffa strewn all over P4G-192 could have testified from the afterlife - and was clearly still in the kind of temper that made strong men get the hell out of his way. Having a little more backbone than your average six-foot marine sergeant, she returned his glare with a level and unflinching stare. "I'm almost sorry to say that you're in perfect health, Colonel. You have a few strained muscles and a - "
He was already off the bed and striding purposefully out of the cubicle before she finished the sentence. She coughed pointedly, and pointed in the opposite direction. "Colonel, the showers are thataway."
He gave her a full beam glare that should have reduced her to a smoking pile of cinders. "I have a shower at home. Which is where I'm heading right now." There was an unspoken 'And anyone who tries to stop me dies' behind his words.
She returned his glare with an innocent look of her own. "Well I just hope you don't have any passengers for your ride home. You're a little…ripe, Colonel."
He glowered at her and stomped off in what was still very emphatically not the direction of the showers. Janet turned to the nurse who was gazing after the retreating Colonel wide-eyed. "Is he always like that?" the girl enquired in obvious anxiety.
Janet clipped her penlight back onto her pocket. "Only when he isn't getting any…" She met the girl's gaze. "I never said that."
They were both still grinning when Sam walked into the room. She raised an eyebrow. "Did I miss something?"
The young nurse took a look at the Major's uncompromising expression and scuttled away quickly.
Janet collected herself. "Just had Colonel O'Neill in here, Sam."
"Ah," Sam pulled a face. "I - met him in the corridor. He seemed a little…"
"Cranky? Desperately in need of a hot shower? Generally acting like a man who hasn't had sex in waaay too long?"
Sam grimaced apologetically. "All of the above."
"Let me guess: Daniel didn't want him leading SG-3 on a rescue mission? He wanted him to let another team go or to take SG-1?"
Sam nodded. "Yes."
"Despite the fact Teal'c was on Chulak and by the time we'd got hold of him SG-6 would have been dead?"
"Yes."
"And that SG-1 without Teal'c is…two soldiers short?"
Sam nodded again. "That's pretty much it. There were…words."
Janet sighed. "And I suppose neither of them had remembered to take their tact pill that morning?"
Sam couldn't suppress a smile. "You could say that."
Janet whistled to herself. "What I'd give to be a fly in the wall when those two meet up."
"Well I'm expecting to hear the eruption from here." Sam looked at her watch. "We've got about forty five minutes and counting until the Colonel reaches his front door. Which gives us about forty five minutes and one second until he starts yelling Daniel's name..."
***
God, but Daniel was an unreasonable little son-of-a-bitch and then some. Jack slammed the jeep into gear, swearing at the stick shift when it dared to complain about its ill treatment, and belatedly switched on the headlights. The dual beam cut through the blackness to reveal slanting glints of rain. Great, now he had to drive home in the dark and the wet when he was tired, aching, and - damnit, he knew Janet Fraiser had noticed - hard as the proverbial rock. Thinking about Daniel kind of had that effect these days unfortunately. It didn't seem to matter how angry he was with Daniel, it never stopped him wanting Daniel.
And right now he was about as angry with Daniel as he could get. The guy just refused to get his head round the way the military worked. And wasn't it typical that a guy who could empathize with six different alien cultures before breakfast, still resolutely refused to understand the alien culture that was the US Air Force? When another team needed you, you went and helped out. If there were only two teams on base, one of which was SG-3, and SG-3 were a leader short, courtesy of a Jaffa staff weapon and a ton of Janet Fraiser's morphine, as a ranking officer with no mission you stepped in. It was what you did. You got the four o'clock call, you went, you didn't say 'Actually my boyfriend is worried I might get hurt so please, general, may I be excused?' And you didn't take your own unit with you for back up when it was a team member short and SG-5 were available and intact.
Of course, that wasn't how Daniel saw it. How Daniel saw it was that Jack only thought SG-1 was a workable team because Teal'c was so much better than an ordinary soldier that he compensated for the fact Daniel was so much worse than an ordinary soldier. The concept of different components combining to prove greater than their separate parts was apparently too difficult a one for Doctor Smart Alec Jackson to grasp.
So, it seemed that from Daniel's point of view, Jack had been wrong to volunteer to lead the rescue mission, and wrong all over again when he'd taken SG-5 for back up, instead of Daniel and Carter. Well, Daniel was the one who was wrong this time, damnit. Maybe Jack had been tactless in the way he'd phrased things, maybe he'd inadvertently given the impression that he didn't think of Daniel as a 'soldier' - well damnit he wasn't a soldier! He was a freakin' archaeologist! Would Daniel take a special ops veteran on a dig with him when there was an Egyptologist available? No! Daniel was an invaluable part of SG-1 and Jack had told him that over and over. Daniel was only *on* SG-1 because Jack had stuck his neck out and said he wanted him on the team. SG-1 was the best team in the SGC, and, yes, that had a lot to do with Daniel, but it also had a lot to do with Teal'c, and Carter, and himself. You took one of them out of the equation and you had a wagon with one of its wheels off. SG-5 might not be the super deluxe model they were, but it was a wagon with all four wheels, and that made it a better team to have as back up. So freakin' there, Daniel!
Jack hit the horn as someone in a Chevrolet clearly weighed up his chances of being able to pull out of that side street in front of him. The way he was feeling right now he'd just rear end the SOB if he tried it. "Don't even think about it!" he snarled.
Given the way the Chevrolet driver trod on the brake so hard he almost went through the windshield, the guy obviously got the message.
Jack glowered at him in grim satisfaction in the rearview mirror. Served the bastard right.
God he wanted Daniel right now. No conversation. No explanation. He just wanted him; the smell of him in his nostrils, the taste of his skin on his tongue. He wanted to kiss him dizzy, suck the lungs out of his chest, kiss him so hard and so long Daniel didn't even remember his own name by the end of it. He wanted to smell his hair; that clean piney scent; wanted to run his fingers through it, then nibble that patch of skin behind Daniel's left ear; the place that made Daniel shiver all over. Then he wanted to put his tongue in Daniel's ear, and hear that little strangled whimper of arousal Daniel made when he was so turned on he couldn't help himself but trying hard not to admit it. He wanted to rip the clothes from his body and kiss him everywhere; to feel the hot satin of Daniel's skin beneath his fingers; to map the so-nearly-lost-continent of Daniel Jackson with his mouth…
Oh yeah. He'd spent a fuck-awful day being shot at by Jaffa, and having to get wounded men home. He'd killed a lot of serpent guards and he'd seen a lot of blood, and he really wasn't in the mood for anything except some serious TLC from his significant other right now. Thirty seconds after he walked through that door, he was going to be under the shower jet and if Daniel wasn't under it with him he'd better have a damned good reason why not.
Fuck, it was getting hot in here. Perhaps he'd turned that heater up a little high. He could smell his own sweat prickling on his skin, and yes, maybe Janet Fraiser had a point, he was a little pungent right now. Jack hit the air-conditioning in annoyance. "Pile of crap," he told the jeep shortly.
He had to wrench at the wheel as he realized he'd nearly managed to drive past his turning. Someone in a Porsche beeped him indignantly as he cut across in front of him, and Jack snarled over his shoulder at him. The guy had been way too close behind him given the darkness and the weather conditions anyway. Stupid asshole in his stupid dick-compensator.
He pulled up in front of the house and wasn't even relieved to see Daniel's car parked outside. Daniel had *better* be there. Daniel owed him, big time. Daniel had sent him off on mission with a flea in his ear instead of a kiss on the…cheek. Jack could have gotten himself killed, and fucked up both their lives forever, because no way in hell would Daniel have ever forgiven himself if he had -
As he jumped out of the jeep, Jack realized that Daniel would know that as well as him. There was no need for him to get all steamed up. Daniel would be sorry and more than ready to kiss and make up. In fact Daniel would be so damned pleased to see him alive and in one piece he'd probably start tugging him towards that shower himself.
Deep breaths, O'Neill. Don't go in there angry. Daniel's a civilian, he doesn't get the way the military works. Well he damned well should do by now. And he's never going to, so you might as well get used to it. Just accept his apology and anything…else he might want to offer you in the spirit in which it's meant. Be grateful you're both alive, he's home, he's gorgeous, he loves you, he's been worried sick about you all day, and in about one minute's time you're going to have him naked in your arms saying 'Oh god yes, Jack, right there…'
He took a calming breath and made to insert his key into the lock. When the door was opened before he could reach it, he realized Daniel must have been watching for him, and started to smile, some of the anger dissolving at this fresh proof of how much the maddening boy loved him.
Then he took in what Daniel was wearing and the smile died.
"Oh," Daniel didn't sound particularly pleased to see him at all. "You're back."
Jack looked his archaeologist up and down. Daniel was looking incredibly…hot, but also incredibly…unavailable. He was wearing his good suit; the one he dug out for the President, the Tok'ra, and the opera. He smelt of soap and aftershave; his hair was still slightly damp from the shower, and his skin had that pinkly vulnerable newly-razored look. He was even wearing a tie. This was clearly a boy who was all dressed up with somewhere to go. This was not the welcome home, Jack O'Neill wanted.
Jack moved into the house, making sure he took up all available space so Daniel had to move backwards and he could shut the door behind both of them. As Daniel faced him defiantly he could feel his bad mood coming back in spades, while unfortunately, faced with a freshly-showered, soap-scented Daniel in a suit, his erection was just getting more insistent.
"Going somewhere?" he enquired silkily.
Daniel moistened his lips, and as Jack's gaze followed that pink tongue his groin gave another painful spasm. Daniel's blue eyes looked coolly defiant. "Um - yes, actually. A lecture by Professor Isaac Mortensen on Amenhotep the Third."
"Sounds fascinating." Gaze never leaving Daniel's face, Jack reached behind his back, shot the bolt across and put the chain on.
Daniel narrowed his eyes. "I'm sure it will be. I'll tell you all about it when I get back."
"I just *got* back," Jack pointed out shortly. He could smell Daniel's shampoo, Daniel's aftershave, Daniel's skin. God, Daniel had probably got dressed up like on purpose just to make him really notice what he was missing.
"I noticed."
"But you're going out?"
Daniel shrugged and picked up his coat. "Well I hope you don't expect me to wait around at home on the off-chance you might decide to drop in. I have a life, remember? Now, would you mind getting out of the way, I'm going to be late."
"You're not going." Jack had never been more certain about anything in his life than that Daniel wasn't going out of that damned door.
"I'm sorry?" Daniel looked at him in disbelief.
"You'd better be." Jack glared at him, the injustice of it going straight to his erection. "You were wrong and you know it!"
Daniel gave a long-suffering sigh. "Look, Jack, I really don't have time for this right now. This promises to be a fascinating lecture and I don't want to miss it."
As Daniel tried to step round Jack to get to the front door, Jack indignantly grabbed him by the lapels and shoved him up against the wall. "You are so grounded," he breathed.
***
An hour earlier…
"Thanks, Sam. Yeah...I know. 'Bye." Daniel Jackson replaced the receiver carefully into the cradle, took two slow, deep breaths, then abruptly sat down on the sofa, his whole body sagging with relief. Jack was okay. Jack was back at base and he was okay. Not mangled, not burned and bleeding from blast wounds, not dying, not dead. Jack was alive and on his way home. He sat there for a long time letting Sam's soothing words play over in his head, reveling in the relief that was singing through his nerves with the intensity of a zat blast.
//Jack's okay. He's alive. He's coming home.//
When the last tingle finally faded, the anger which had been kept at bay for the last several hours by the desperate worry that sent him pacing through the house and drinking pot after pot of coffee, swept back through his system like a tidal wave.
Right. Jack was alive. He was back from his stupid mission that only *he* could lead, because of course he was the *only* Air Force officer in the whole damned base competent to lead a rescue mission into a stronghold of Jaffa. Of course he was. Daniel could have actually - reluctantly and grudgingly - tried to understand that, but the fact that Jack refused to take SG-1 along so Daniel could be there to share the danger...that was another issue.
He shot to his feet, his mouth set in a tight, grim line. Well, fine. If Jack could 'gate off to other planets whenever the hell he wanted, regardless of Daniel's feelings on the matter, then he didn't have to expect Daniel to be sitting here at home waiting for him with open arms when he decided to amble back…
Showered, shaved, dressed in his best suit - the one that made Jack's eyes light up whenever he wore it - Daniel came downstairs and checked his watch. Jack should be home any minute now. Despite the build-up of righteous anger inside him, Daniel couldn't keep himself away from the window, and found himself standing there when he heard the Jeep pulling into the driveway - at a rate of speed that made his eyebrows climb. Carefully pulling the curtain aside just enough to peek outside, he saw what he'd been waiting to see. Despite Sam's reassurances, he had to see Jack, alive and whole, for himself. All in one piece, he saw with relief, but full of himself if the way Jack was striding for the door was any indication. Well, sorry, Colonel, you had a grand exit earlier, so you get no grand entrances tonight. With a few quick strides himself Daniel made it to the door and flung it open before Jack had a chance to insert his key.
The cocky smile Jack had on his face faded quickly as he let his gaze travel over Daniel
"Oh," Daniel said unenthusiastically. "You're back." He could see the gathering storm in those dark eyes, but he set his jaw and stood his ground. At least for a moment. Deliberately, like a big cat stalking its prey, Jack stepped into the house, pressing forward until Daniel had no choice but to let go of the door handle and move backwards to avoid having Jack - a dirty, sweaty, ripe, and aroused Jack - plastered up against his only good suit. He sniffed delicately and tried to look disapproving. Unfortunately, the scent of Jack, even a sweaty, unshaven, full-of-himself Jack, was sending urgent messages straight to his groin. Not to mention the sheer presence of the man. Jack was in macho-mode, all right, and Daniel had to admit, that could be a little...exciting.
He caught sight of a dark patch on Jack's right sleeve, and his heart did a quick flop, but he realized almost immediately it couldn't be Jack's blood. It must be the blood of some poor wounded soldier Jack had helped rescue. The part of him that realized Jack must have had a truly rotten day and had probably risked his life time and again to bring fellow soldiers home safely, warred with the petty part of him that still harbored a deep anger and resentment that Jack had disregarded his feelings and had left him behind.
"Going somewhere?"
Oh yes, Daniel knew that tone. Silky, challenging, an undercurrent of angry disbelief.
Daniel licked his lips, then gave the other man a look of cool defiance. "Um - yes, actually. A lecture by Professor Isaac Mortensen on Amenhotep the Third."
"Sounds fascinating."
Jack's equally cool gaze never left Daniel's face as he reached behind his back, shot the bolt across and put the chain on.
Daniel narrowed his eyes. Oh, right, Jack, and I'm just supposed to stand here and let myself be locked in for the night? Think again, bucko. "I'm sure it will be. I'll tell you all about it when I get back."
"I just *got* back."
Jack was gritting his teeth and clenching his hands, and his erection wasn't exactly going away. Daniel wished his groin would settle down a bit, but he was discovering that it was one thing to maintain an air of cool detachment when Jack wasn't around; but it was quite another thing when the man was in his space, looming all over him, aroused as hell, and smoldering enough to ignite the wallpaper. He swallowed hard and managed a short, "I noticed."
"But you're going out?"
Fighting a resolve that wanted to dissolve like a sandcastle under the onslaught of the rising tide, Daniel forced what he hoped looked like a casual shrug and picked up his coat, careful not to look at Jack. "Well I hope you don't expect me to wait around at home on the off-chance you might decide to drop in. I have a life, remember? Now, would you mind getting out of the way, I'm going to be late."
"You're not going."
"I'm sorry?" Daniel stared at Jack, trying *very* hard not to notice how those sexy strands of silver at his temples glinted because the light was hitting them just so, or how his hair was tufting out all over, just like it did when they woke up together in the morning, or how that lean, lanky body was almost aquiver with sexual tension. It was close where they were standing just inside the doorway, and the scent of Jack was filling his nostrils. It was making it very difficult to...maintain the thread here... But with an effort he called back the memory of their argument that morning in Daniel's office, how Jack had already been fully geared for the mission when he went to inform Daniel, and how Jack had ended the argument by simply leaving, slamming the door behind him. Daniel hadn't even gone to the observation room to watch him 'gate out. Instead, he had gathered up his work and come home, but he couldn't concentrate on work. He'd spent the rest of the day torn between agonizing worry and anger.
"You'd better be."
Jack's words yanked him back to the present: "You were wrong and you know it!"
Well, that certainly helped him remember where he was in time and space. He was wrong and Jack was right. Nothing had changed, had it? Typical. Well, he was too tired to start up the fight again. If Jack could walk out on him this morning, then damn it, he could walk out on Jack now. He gave a long-suffering sigh. "Look, Jack, I really don't have time for this right now. This promises to be a fascinating lecture and I don't want to miss it."
As he tried to step round Jack to get to the front door, he found himself grabbed by the lapels and shoved up against the wall. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough for Jack to make the point who was in control here. "You are so grounded," Jack breathed.
As Daniel stared at him, unconsciously licking his lower lip, Jack grabbed his head in his hands, swooped in and kissed him. Hard.
Jack took him by surprise. That was the only reason he was standing there allowing Jack's tongue in his mouth, one of Jack's hands behind his head, fingers tightening in his hair, and the other hand fumbling with his belt buckle.
He heard something that sounded suspiciously like a whimper and wondered where that came from...
When he realized it came from him and when he felt his knees start to weaken, he felt a bolt of annoyance shoot through him and managed to slide his hands up between them, plant them on Jack's chest, and give a hard shove. It was barely enough to move the man, but it did serve to break the lip-lock Jack had on him. That lasted all of half a nanosecond before Jack moved in on his target again. This time Daniel was ready for him, and Jack was left gaping at the two hands pressed against his chest, keeping him at bay.
"Daniel, for cryin' out loud!" He made another attempt to swoop in, only to stop when Daniel gave him an insistent shove.
"You're an arrogant bastard, you know that, Jack?" he snapped.
"Arrogant?" Jack's face was red from frustration and building anger. "That's rich coming from an irritating little son-of-a-bitch like you!"
"After this morning, you expect me to be here just waiting for you with open arms?"
Jack was breathing fast, his voice a growl. "I expect you to be happy to see I'm *alive*."
There was a part of Daniel's brain insisting he really *was* being an irritating little son-of-a-bitch right now, but he was also still hurt and angry, and a part of him wanted to pay Jack back for that. "Don't be an ass," he said, a little impatiently. "Of course I'm happy you're alive." He paused, then said purposely, "I am also going out." As he made to move past Jack, the man's arm shot out, blocking his path.
Daniel froze. He looked at the outstretched arm, then slowly he raised his head and gave Jack a deliberately provocative look from under his lashes. Oh, Jack, you are so going to pay for that...
They both moved at the same time, Daniel to push past him, Jack to block him. Daniel didn't know which one of them did it, but as they brushed up against the wall, someone's shoulder hit the light switch and they were plunged into darkness...
***
Daniel could hear Jack's breathing, quick and hoarse in the darkness. He sounded like a stranger, angry and aroused; but he smelt like Jack. A Jack who really needed a shower, certainly, but still Jack. And although the dark was a little scary it was also damned sexy. They were locked in together in this enveloping blackness with only the sound of their quick breathing, and the scent of their arousal. If Jack had been able to see his face, Daniel would have had to disguise how horny Jack's alpha male act was making him so the guy didn't think he could get away with it on a regular basis, but masked by the blackout, Daniel licked his lips and half-wished that Jack would just go ahead and pounce.
"You can't leave if you can't find the front door…" The husky whisper sent shivers all down his spine.
"I know where the door is." He said it defiantly. They both knew he was lousy in the dark: guaranteed to lose all sense of direction immediately, and to start blundering into things. But even he could find a door that could only be a couple of feet away.
That was when strong hands seized him by the shoulders and spun him round. He gasped with the shock of it, as he was spun round again, and again, darkness whirling so fast he felt like he was being sucked into a vortex. As he was finally released he staggered sideways, completely disorientated; which was when a hand closed on his tie and yanked him against a hard, sweaty body that reeked of aroused Jack O'Neill. "Your ass is mine, Jackson," Jack breathed.
The kiss was hard, passionate, and very determined. As that strong tongue thoroughly explored his mouth, Daniel felt one hand clamp itself to the back of his head, while the other cupped his ass. As Daniel made a smothered objection; the hand on his ass pulled his groin in hard against Jack's; their mutual arousal now impossible to disguise. The taste of Jack's tongue in his mouth was almost irresistible and it was all he could do not to grab the man's t-shirt and start ripping. But he was damned if he was going to give in that easily. Jack was being a macho prick and they both knew it.
Daniel came up for air, gasping, "You arrogant bastard - " He gave the man a shove in the chest.
The shove he got in return was so hard it sent him staggering backwards at least ten feet, and teetering scarily. As he swayed, desperately trying to stay upright, he heard the sound of footsteps advancing purposefully across Jack's planed floor. As he lurched backwards sickeningly, a hand grabbed his tie again, and yanked him forward. Completely off-balance, he fell against Jack's chest, getting another noseful of what a sweaty horny Jack O'Neill smelt like. Hands were pushed through his hair, gripping it tightly, and he was pulled in for a thorough exploration of his tonsils, kiss after kiss bruising his mouth with irresistible determination. He felt Jack's unshaven chin bristling against his own newly-razored skin. The guy was giving him serious whisker burn here. And god but Jack needed a shower badly. Daniel's aftershave was getting drowned out by a concentrated application of Jack O'Neill sweat de cologne. The trouble was, he really liked that smell. He even liked the feel of that unshaven jaw grazing his skin, those fingers holding his head in place, that tongue thrusting deep into his mouth; was getting incredibly turned on by the sheer animal power of the man as he was kissed and kissed and kissed again.
God no, he could feel his knees going weak with each collision of their lips; those long fingers massaging his skull; that lean muscular body pressing against his; sparks thrilling down his nerve endings every time their erections collided. Jack was growling at him hoarsely in between kisses: "…goddamned unreasonable…know damned well you're wrong…if you think you're walking out of that door when…"
Although there was a very insistent part of Daniel's anatomy that wanted him to pant 'Take me I'm yours' at the man, he snatched a breath and retorted indignantly: "Screw you, Colonel Jerk Off O'Neill…"
"Right, that does it!" Jack shoved him in the chest again, and this time Daniel was sent crashing back into something which tackled him low, knocking his legs out from underneath him. Flinching in anticipation he waited for the floor to hit him in the ass with punishing force -
A second later he bounced on something soft and realized Jack had deliberately pushed him onto the couch. The relief flooded through him as he was tossed up by sofa cushions before bouncing down onto them again; a little short of breath but completely unbruised. A situation which lasted exactly two seconds before a hundred and eighty pounds of Air Force Colonel landed on top of him with the speed and determination of a panther bringing down a gazelle.
***
"You son-of-a- !"
Jack smothered that breathless exclamation before it could hit the outside air with a full strength tonsil-tasting kiss. He might not be able to see in the dark - as Daniel had occasionally suggested - but he knew the layout of his own house as well as he knew the layout of a certain impossible archaeologist, and was perfectly capable of steering Daniel to a safe harbor where he could get the thorough bone-jumping he both wanted and needed. What was more, he knew every inch of that perfect body, having explored it in the dark plenty of times. He also knew where Daniel kept his erogenous zones, and the route map to finding them, and he didn't need a flashlight to read it by.
He broke off the kiss so they could both snatch some air. "This is so where you get yours…" He growled it from deep in his chest, and sure enough there was that unmistakable little spasm of arousal Daniel gave whenever Jack used that voice.
Despite Daniel's response to that growl, he then started defiantly squirming underneath him, wriggling about in a way that he must know was making Jack's groin want to explode. As Daniel reached up to try to push him off, he fumbled for then grabbed his wrists and held them flat above Daniel's head against the arm of the sofa. He bent over him, putting his face very close to Daniel's, trying to find his mouth in the dark. Daniel tried to push him off with his body, making Jack gasp with desire as his nostrils were filled with the scent of Daniel's skin, aftershave, soap, so clean and sweet-smelling compared with his own sweaty smell. He deliberately rubbed his face against Daniel's, making Daniel yell with indignation as he got the whisker burn to end all whisker burn. He could pretend it was a punishment but the truth was he just loved the sensation of Daniel's smooth shaven cheek against his own rough one, reveling in the softness of that incredible skin. Even in the dark this boy was a feast for the senses.
He shuddered with want as Daniel's groin clashed against his, Daniel's body rearing up to try to push him away, their chests scraping against one another. He felt the rough serge of Daniel's good suit brushing against his sweat-soaked BDUs and realized he had to get this boy out of his clothes right now.
"Get off me!" Daniel said it breathlessly.
"Admit you were wrong."
"Go screw yourself, you…jarhead."
Jack glowered at the face he couldn't see. "That's the marines!"
"Different uniforms, same damned gene pool. You're all Cro-Magnon man under the skin."
"Right, that does it!" Jack kissed him again, sucking Daniel's tongue deep into his mouth. Daniel was trying to pant insults into his mouth, but the way his tongue was trying to wrap itself around Jack's was badly hampering his eloquence. Jack kissed him harder and deeper, beginning to rub his groin against Daniel's with serious intent as he did so. He snatched a breath. "Okay, pissy bunny boy, prepare to need a new suit."
He could feel the indignation coming off Daniel, along with his unmistakable lust. The man panted breathlessly, "You wouldn't dare."
"Watch me."
"A little difficult with no damned lighting, Jack."
Jack let go of Daniel's wrists and reached for the knot of his tie. Something years of Special Ops had taught him was to be dexterous under difficult conditions. He had that baby unknotted and tossed onto the floor before Daniel had finished his furious: 'That's my favorite tie!'
"Daniel, it's your only damned tie, and I didn't even crease it."
"Well mind my suit."
"Your suit is dead, Daniel. Wave it goodbye."
Jack reached down grabbed a double handful of grey cotton shirt and ripped. He was aware of Daniel wriggling and yelling at him, but he was concentrating on that smooth bare flesh, his determined efforts were exposing to the air. As his hands tore that shirt away, his mouth was already moving in on its target. He smelt warm skin just before his lips made contact, then he was licking Daniel's bare chest and felt that shiver go right through him. He found the furrow of his breastbone, a place he'd licked maple syrup from in the past, and knew exactly how many kisses it took to travel from there across silk-smooth skin to a nipple just aching to be tongued…
"Jack, you total macho bastard son-of-a - Oh god…"
That breathy gust of submission into his ear was very welcome. He kept sucking on that now hard nub, as he slid his left hand down to Daniel's trousers, unbuttoning and unzipping him with the same deft skill as he'd displayed with his tie.
"You can't just walk in here and…"
Reaching inside the man's boxers, his hand closed around Daniel's aching erection and began a slow rhythm up and down it. Again, Daniel's protest dissolved into a whimper of lust. When Daniel opened his legs to give him better access, his knees hitting the inside of Jack's thighs, Jack's groin practically yelled its impatience. Letting go of Daniel's cock, he grabbed at Daniel's jacket and started tugging at it.
They whispered at one another breathlessly, like boys in a dormitory after light's out:
"Let me, you'll rip it…"
"Well, hurry up…"
"I'm not the only one's who's dressed here…"
Impatiently, Jack pulled off his own jacket and threw it onto the floor, wrenching off his t-shirt in double time as well. Daniel was jerking his hips underneath him, trying to get his aching erection to make contact with something even as he struggled breathlessly with his jacket and ripped remnants of shirt. Jack just jerked his head out of the way before Daniel's uncoordinated tugging at his suit jacket left him with a black eye. He felt that fist whistle past his cheekbone.
"Oh for crying out loud." Deftly, he reached down, felt along Daniel's body then wrenched at Daniel's jacket with a lot more determination than gentleness.
"Ow!"
He flipped Daniel onto his side, hauling the jacket off, then flipped him onto his back as he tore off the last of his shirt. He threw them onto the floor to intermingle with his own clothes.
"You animal." Daniel was obviously trying to sound disapproving but there was an unwilling hint of admiration there.
"Well you bring out the beast in me." Jack swooped and kissed him again; Daniel's mouth finally opening in something more than protest as their lips met. As they kissed, he was tugging impatiently at his belt, wanting to be out of his damned underwear as much as he wanted Daniel naked and gasping 'Yes…' in his ear. While still sucking hard on Daniel's tongue, he settled for unbuttoning his pants, and pulling down his briefs. Okay, maybe it was adolescent to be too impatient to even get undressed properly but just call him seventeen again, because he had to have Daniel right now or he was going to burst.
He kissed a hot trail up the side of Daniel's face, then found and tongued his ear, making Daniel writhe and gasp very satisfactorily. God, he loved this boy. They were so damned right together. Even when they were yelling at each other the heat was undiminished.
The way he was feeling, he would have liked to flip him over and give him the hardest, deepest, most satisfying fuck in any galaxy, and the way Daniel was whimpering breathlessly against his cheek, he didn't think he'd be hearing too many objections. But, tempting as it was, and horny as they both were, the lube was upstairs, the olive oil was in the kitchen, and the conditioner was in the bathroom, and no way in hell was he capable of walking anywhere right now. He reached down for Daniel's pants, tugging them down ruthlessly, then yanking down his boxers so that eager erection could spring out to shake…heads with his.
"I want a close encounter of the third kind…" Daniel panted it into his ear, trying to nip at his earlobe like a disobedient puppy, while Jack continued to make him squirm as his tongue delved hot and deep.
"No lube…" He panted it as he thrust against Daniel's cock, trying to get every swollen inch to rub against every swollen inch.
"Don't care…use spit…" Daniel arched his back as their clashing groins obviously set off an explosion of sensation all through his ever-receptive body.
"No lube. No dice." He had to gasp it as the desire shot through him. He reached down and grabbed Daniel's ass, pulling his groin up to meet his, giving himself a stationary target to aim for, pulling his head away from those maddening little nips before they pushed him over the edge too soon.
Daniel flopped back on the couch. "You are such a…phony…Call yourself an…alpha male…An alpha male would fuck me right now, right here until I begged for mercy…"
Jack gritted his teeth and jerked harder from the hips. Daniel wasn't going to get to him. He wasn't going to get to him. He gripped Daniel's ass tighter and slid his cock up and down that other aching erection, while Daniel jerked his hips to meet him. They'd done this so many times, him holding Daniel steady while Daniel thrust up to meet him and he pumped his cock along the burnished length of Daniel's. They didn't need to see to do this right, and god it felt good. Their cocks were thrusting in perfect rhythm now. Daniel was breathless, panting, but still talking:
"An alpha male would have thrown me straight over the back of this couch and made sure I couldn't sit down for a week…"
Oh god, his buttons should be harder to push, but this was one of the things that did it for him; dirty talk about dirty deeds they'd never really do. It was sexy because it was safe. Because it would never happen but in the heat of the moment it was pretty damned hot to think about.
"Well luckily for you this alpha male loves you…" He gasped it out. "Or else he might."
"Promises, promises…" Daniel was streaming with sweat as well now, their bodies slick with perspiration as their cocks found the perfect friction.
Jack was so close to the edge he could smell the sulfur from the match that was about to light the blue touch paper. Wanting Daniel to lead the way, he gasped some of his own dirty talk back as he thrust faster and faster: "Right, next time…I'll grab you by the hair…bend you over the dining table…make you take every - "
"Oh god…Oh Jack…!" Daniel's body convulsed and Jack felt warm wetness spurt across his belly.
A millisecond later he followed Daniel into that supernova.
***
Oh yes, this was heaven. A wet, naked, *sunny-tempered* Daniel Jackson in your arms under a warm shower. Did it get any better than this?
Washed and scrubbed to within an inch of his life until he was sure not a trace of P4G-192 remained, Jack sighed with pleasure as Daniel pressed against him under the spray, allowing himself to be backed into a corner. Who in their right mind would want to escape this? When they had first stumbled upstairs to the shower, both of them had been walking on weak legs and still trembling from the fast-and-furious sex on the sofa. But that was wearing off now, and from the intent look on his Danny's face, his linguist was fully recovered and had definite designs on his body. Looking into those beautiful eyes, he reached up and traced a droplet sliding down the side of the man's face. "Take me, I'm yours."
Daniel gave him a look from under his lashes that made his cock twitch impatiently. "You better believe it," Daniel said huskily, and took his head between his hands as he claimed Jack's mouth in a hungry, demanding kiss. Oh yeah, Dannyboy was making sure Jack knew who was in control this time. Bring it on, Danny.
God, he loved make-up sex.
Soft lips left his and nuzzled his prickly cheek before moving back to explore an ear. Jack felt that smooth skin sliding against his face and had a flash of guilt for the whisker burns Daniel was going to be sporting for a day or two. But he didn't have time to think any more about it because suddenly he felt a skillful hand take his eager cock and set up a slow, steady pumping. He reached immediately for Daniel's shaft, but his hand was gently batted away as he was silently reminded who was in charge here. A deep, sweet kiss distracted him for a long moment, and when Daniel pulled back, Jack saw the spark of mischief in his eyes a brief second before Daniel reached down and captured his own cock in his other hand.
Jack thumped his head back against the wall and felt a deep growl gather in his chest. Jesus, when Daniel took control, he took control. Danny knew what it did to him to see his lover handle himself like that. It was like being caught up in a fantasy sensory overload. His own cock was being pumped and stroked, and he could feel the tension building from the soles of his feet; but he was also mesmerized by the sight of Daniel's hardened cock being pumped in rhythm to his own by those long, talented fingers, the look of absorbed concentration and escalating pleasure on Daniel's face, not to mention the sound of the little moans escaping those beautiful lips. He could hear Daniel's breath coming in rasps, and his own chest was heaving. He grabbed Daniel's head between his hands and held it still so they were looking at each other, and began whispering. He wasn't even sure what was coming out of his mouth, but whatever it was it made Daniel's eyes go soft an instant before his whole body stiffened, Jack's name echoing off the tiled walls. That did it. Jack came so hard he saw stars.
Feeling Daniel sag a little in his arms, he managed to force strength into his wobbly legs and keep them both upright as the other man pressed soft little kisses over his face, murmuring, "Love you, love you, love you."
Managing with some difficulty to capture that moving head once again, Jack held him still and gave him a long look before moving slowly in and taking that mouth in a slow, deep kiss. Words were Daniel's forte; action was his. They were both saying the same thing.
***
Possibly the only thing better than having a wet, naked Daniel Jackson in your arms under a spray of warm water was having a naked Daniel Jackson in your arms and in your bed. That warm weight plastered against your side, the pleasant weight of a head on your chest, the reassuring little gusts of breath against your skin, those yards of silky skin - all yours to touch and caress and kiss and lick. That pleasure - and privilege - belonged to Jack O'Neill alone. He looked down at the dark hair under his chin and pressed a kiss into the damp tufts.
A smooth cheek rubbed against his chest and Jack felt fingers skim gently over his ribs. "I'm sorry, Jack." It was said quietly, but sincerely. "I acted like an idiot."
Jack sighed and rested a hand on that dark head, sliding his fingers through the damp strands. "I'm sorry you didn't understand."
Daniel's head came off his chest and he gave Jack a direct look. "I'll never understand being left behind," he said steadily, and with a hint of warning in his tone.
Wincing a little, Jack gently but firmly pressed that head back down on his chest. Point taken. Now that he wasn't being driven by a combination of raging hormones and indignant anger, Jack felt some of the hurt creep back that he'd felt when he arrived home to find Daniel prepared to go out, apparently content to let him come back from a dangerous mission to an empty house. "Well, I'm glad to see you were happy to find out I was alive anyhow." It was meant as a weak joke, but it didn't quite come out that way. Daniel's head shot up and it was his turn to wince.
"Sam called me from base," he confessed, his eyes filled with guilt. "She knew I was worried out of my mind. I couldn't even stay at base because I knew I'd just be sitting in the observation room staring at the Stargate, waiting for you to come back."
Jack never wanted Daniel worried out of his mind about anything because this boy forgot about food, sleep and every basic concept of self-preservation when he was worried, but he had to admit he felt a warm tingle inside at this admission. Reaching out, he traced one of those expressive eyebrows with a gentle index finger. "Well, at least you waited to make sure I was alive before you went out to your lecture." Okay, that part still stung a bit, but he acknowledged Daniel had been hurt as well as angry at having been left behind.
Even if Daniel's face hadn't been mere inches from his own, Jack couldn't have missed the look of guilt that swept over that mobile face before Daniel quickly stretched up and gave him a long, intense kiss that just about sucked the lungs out of his body. Who said Daniel hadn't been paying attention when tactics were discussed? Jack couldn't have come up with a better diversion himself. He had the picture now. That little dress-up charade and imaginary lecture had been for his benefit. Well, in a way it *had* been for his benefit, he mused, remembering how it had all turned out. What was it that Shakespeare fellow said? All's well that ends well?
Daniel had made himself comfortable on his chest and was busy providing diversion all over the place. He was back from a dangerous mission, safe and sound, and Daniel was in his arms, safe and sound.
All was definitely well.
Fin