Honeymoon Jack
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Note: 12 Days of Bunnyfic: #3
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Okay, it's official. We have now spent more time writing the damned mission report than we actually spent on the damned planet.
I know how important this planet is, which is why my team and I are still here in the briefing room at -- I glance at my watch and sigh -- oh-two-hundred hours. It was just bad timing -- or good timing, if you're General Hammond -- that he's heading for Washington tomorrow to meet with a bevy of senators who have the authority to tighten the purse strings on the Stargate Program if we can't show them we're getting something really useful out of it. P3C899 was full of useful stuff and we have just spent the last three and a half hours detailing it all for George to take with him when he leaves at oh-seven-hundred.
I've finished my part on the strategic opportunities of establishing a treaty with the residents of P3C899, Teal'c has finished his part on the weapons they used to fight the Goa'uld, Carter is writing furiously about all the wonderful scientific treasures awaiting us there, and Daniel...Daniel is still writing like crazy, but he finished his part a long time ago. His report on the anthro-whatevers is laying neatly by his left elbow, right beside the coffee cup he has filled up at least five times while we've been here. His mind is on another planet now, literally, as he scribbles away on the legal pad in front of him: notes to himself about a culture on another planet, theories about some tablets we brought back through the Gate last week, the outline for a briefing he had to give one of the SG units next week... anything and everything. His mind just won't sit down and take a break. Luckily, my mind knows how to take advantage of down time.
I sit back in my chair and look my fill at the man opposite me. He's completely absorbed by what he's writing; he's got the same rapt expression on his face that he had this morning when he was exploring my chest with lips, teeth and tongue. He reaches out absently and wraps his fingers around his coffee cup. Long, slender fingers. The same fingers that run through my hair and play 'peaceful explorer' with my very willing body. He brings the cup to his lips and takes a sip, makes a face; that coffee was cold an hour ago. The cup goes back onto the table and he flicks a tongue out to lick his lower lip. That tongue was in my mouth this morning, trying to locate my tonsils. That mouth was whispering things to me that made my insides melt. He's biting the eraser on his pencil now. Lucky pencil. I've felt those teeth nipping my skin, biting my neck, gently grazing my cock...
And, oh boy, any more of this and ... too late. There is definite movement down below. Trying to look casual when you're hands are shaking is no mean trick, but I manage to pour myself a glass of water without spilling it all over the table. The ice melted a long time ago, but it's still cold and I gulp it down quickly. What I really need to do is dump it in my lap. I pour a second glass and drink it a little slower, my eyes still on my oblivious Dannyboy. He has no idea what he does to me. He'd never believe I can get a hard on in the briefing room just looking at him.
It's still new. So new it's a little scary. So new it's a little overwhelming, in fact. I mean, who would have believed the man I loved so much for so long actually loved me too? Certainly not me. The things I'd dreamed about doing I have permission to do now. I can touch, kiss, hold, caress, and make love to him. He's mine. Mine to love and mine to take care of. Daniel doesn't hold anything back. Once I got it through his head that I loved him -- I mean really, *really* loved him -- he gave himself to me. I don't know how else to explain it. And me? One look from under those eyelashes, one shy smile, one soft whisper... I'm his. It's that simple. I don't think he knows just how much power he has over me.
Like now. He's not even looking at me, and he's got me. And it occurs to me that I haven't been able to touch him since this morning. Since we both woke up early in that nice, big bed at his apartment and tried to climb into each other's skin...
"That's it, sir."
I actually jump as Carter speaks. "What?"
She's looking at me oddly. Actually, she looking a little ragged around the edges herself, her eyes heavy and over wide from lack of sleep. "I'm finished, sir. That should take care of all facets of the report."
I nod, pulling my mind back from its pleasant little jaunt. "Good job."
Carter is efficiently gathering up the four packets. "I can drop them off for the general if you like, sir."
"Why don't you do that, Carter, and then you and Teal'c get some sleep."
She grins. "Yes, sir."
She and Teal'c both throw amused glances at Daniel, who still has his head down, lost in his own little world, then take their leave. I wait until they're outside before getting quietly to my feet and walking over to close the door. A glance through the observation window shows the Gate Room is dark and quiet; nothing going on there. Another glance at the ceiling shows the cameras used to film the debriefings are shut off. No reason to be filming anything in here tonight. We're surrounded by darkness and silence. I walk over to the light panel and turn the lights down. Daniel's only reaction is to squint at his paper as he continues to write.
Walking behind his chair, I lay my hands on his shoulders and begin a slow massage. "Ahh..." That gets his attention. He straightens up with a deep sigh. "Oh, yeah...that feels good."
Yes, it certainly does. I continue to work my fingers into his muscles, gently easing out the knots that formed there while he was hunched over. His little moans of pleasure are going right to my cock and I'm starting to moan a little myself. Suddenly I swing his chair around so he's face-to-cock with my crotch. He blinks at the obvious evidence of my arousal, then looks up at me from under his eyelashes, an endearing little smile on his face. "Jack?"
"Daniel?" I counter. Leaning over, I capture his mouth and we spend some time in a deep, leisurely kiss. I take his moans into myself and give some back. When we finally break apart, he slips his arms around me and locks his hands behind my butt, holding me close. When he rubs his cheek against my crotch, I draw in a sharp breath. "Jesus, Daniel!"
He laughs softly. "How'd you get yourself into such a state?"
Oh hell. Might as well confess all. I look down at that beautiful face and frame it with my hands. "Watching you."
His eyes go wide and I see the wonder there. Convincing him how much I loved him wasn't one of the easiest things I've ever done, that's for sure. But he's learning.
"I need you," I tell him.
He glances around the empty room. "Here? Now?" There's a breathless quality to his voice and I feel my own breath quickening. There's no denying the appeal. We'd have to be crazy to do it here in the briefing room, for cryin' out loud, but I could see by the excitement in Daniel's eyes that he's ready, willing, and definitely able.
"Here," I tell him huskily. "Now."
His tongue flicks out and he licks his lips. His hands start a slow massage up and down my thighs. "What did you have in mind, Colonel?" he whispers huskily. "The floor? Up against the wall? Table?" He wriggles suggestively. "Chair?"
I lean over and begin nuzzling his hair. "The chairs have wheels," I remind him. "Could be dangerous."
"Good point." In one fluid motion he stands, arms locked around me, and gives me a 'come hither' look that damn near makes me come right there. "That leaves the floor, the wall or the table." Pulling us together, he deftly sticks a hot tongue in my ear. "Your choice, Colonel..."
My cock is straining painfully against my pants now and I'm determined he's going to be the same way any second. I turn my head and give him that look which I know makes him shiver with longing, let him read the heat in my gaze and then I murmur huskily, "How about all three?"
Daniel glances up at the security camera and then at me. "That thing isn't…?"
"Nope." I put my hand to the side of his face and run my thumb across his mouth. "We're all alone."
"And you're…serious?"
Daniel's expression is hard to read but as I rub up against him I get some fairly conclusive proof he's more than interested in the night's agenda. I raise an eyebrow then look at my watch. "Well it would only take an hour or so to drive home so we could…"
What Daniel says before he starts kissing me is a little hard to read as I don't speak Abydonian, but I think the gist is 'screw that!' And a second later I don't really care anyway as I'm too busy locking tongues with him.
Daniel is a *great* kisser, I mean, the best. He really puts his heart and soul into it. In a second his hands are in my hair and my hands are in his hair and our tongues are curling around each other hungrily as we try to suck the lungs straight out of each other's chests. But it's never enough when you're in that initial stage of discovery about someone you're in love with. You make love five times in an hour you're still wishing you could have made it six, and it doesn't matter how close you get and how passionately you rub up against each other what you *really* need is to be inside the other's skin. That's how Daniel and I are with each other right now, which is why when I suggested all three places I wasn't kidding. Maybe after twenty years of marriage Sara and I were making love once a week if we were lucky but with Daniel I'd like to be doin' it every ten minutes and luckily he feels exactly the same way about me.
As we collide painfully with the wall I don't know if I jammed him up against the paintwork or if he did it to me, we're both so very much on the same page about what we want. I grab a handful of his jacket and start tugging, needing to taste his bare skin, it taking me a moment to realize that what is making this maneuver so tricky is the way Daniel is trying to pull my jacket off my shoulders and is trapping my arms in the process.
"Jack…"
"Daniel…"
Difficult to talk with your mouth full and I'm sucking on his tongue so hard I can't really let him know how he needs to stop pulling at my clothes and start taking off his own. Of course, stopping sucking on his tongue is an option but not an appealing one so I dismiss it and decide to go for brute strength and ignorance. With a yank of my upper body I manage to shake off his grip and get a good handful of his jacket, pulling it off his right arm in one decisive tug. As he reaches blindly for mine, I grab his arms and push them up against his head, sandwiching him pleasurably between my body and the wall before kissing him again, deep and passionate. As I grind my groin against his for extra punctuation, he gasps and stops fighting me, giving me a second to rip off my jacket at double speed, not breaking the kiss as I struggle out of the damned annoying cloth. He's still got his arms above his head even though I'm not holding them there, totally focused on our kiss, his tongue flickering pleasurably against mine as I drink in the sweet warm taste of him. I love it when I can turn him cross-eyed with longing. I kick my jacket out of the way and then start tugging at his; it's trailing from his left arm now and it's easy to pull it off his arm then throw it onto the nearest chair. As I break the kiss to snatch a breath, he focuses again and clamps his hands on my t-shirt, pushing it up so he can bury his face in my chest and start suckling.
Ever had a hot warm Daniel Jackson's mouth on your nipple? Take it from me, it feels *good*. Things that were already pretty damned hard immediately get a lot harder. I run my hands through his hair as he sucks one nub to hardness then nibbles his way across to the other. Then he's licking, kissing and biting all over my chest and ribs and I'm getting dangerously close to the edge. My turn to gently tug his head up again so I can ease him back against the wall, push up his t-shirt and return the favor.
In seconds he's wriggling and squirming under my tongue. I bite down gently on his left nipple and he gives a little yelp as his cock tries to climb straight out of his pants. "God, yes…yes, Jack…yes…" he gasps. Sounds that are always music to my ears. I send my tongue gliding over the hot silk of his hairless chest, making sure I suck hard on his right nipple before closing my teeth on it, eliciting a very satisfying whimper from a now extremely aroused Daniel. I can't resist running my hands up the side of his face to cradle it, holding him still and kissing him with everything I've got while I grind my groin against his. He's panting and whimpering into my mouth and I know the kind of pain his cock is in because mine is practically at bursting point. I also know we ought to slow this down but that's just not an option right now. Reining back is an impossibility for us at the moment, and although there's a very pressing danger this is all going to be over much too fast, as long as I'm in close proximity to the irresistible heat that is Daniel Jackson, getting hard again seems unlikely to be a problem. I tighten my grip on his hair as I push my tongue even deeper into the welcoming warmth of his mouth, both of us gasping with need as we kiss like our lives depend on it.
I pull back for a second but only to yank my t-shirt up over my head. But immediately I let him go, Daniel's clamped back on my nipple, his fingers digging into my ribs as he sucks, then he starts kissing a downward trail at lightning speed. When I gave him that lecture on spotting when someone's at their most defenseless and acting on it, I didn't mean he was supposed to use it on *me*. But he's not wasting any time. In the few seconds it takes me to struggle out from under my t-shirt those long clever fingers of his have unbuckled and unbuttoned me, my pants have been deposited around my ankles by one decisive tug. As I emerge into the light again, Daniel is pulling down my briefs as he sinks to his knees.
Two seconds later he's sucking on my cock like it's the last ice cream cone in the store.
"Oh, *God*!" My hands go immediately to his head and my fingers curl carefully in his hair as I resist the urge to push him in closer. That is not a pleasant experience if you're not expecting it, so I hold onto the threads of my control and allow him to set the rhythm. You wouldn't believe it wasn't that long ago when my Danny had never had a cock anywhere near his mouth. The first time I sucked him off it was a revelation for him and, being Daniel, he immediately wanted to return the favor and give me some of the pleasure I'd just given him. What he lacked in technique he more than made up for in enthusiasm.
He's settled into an undemanding rhythm and my hips are thrusting in time with his suction as I feel myself slowly and sweetly build up to orgasm. Just when I think it's going to be a long, slow ride, without warning he swallows me to the root. I cry out his name and feel my fingers clench in his hair. He hardly *ever* deep throats me, but he's going at it now and the surge that was building up so steadily suddenly leaps the track and skyrockets. I get it all: fireworks, trumpets, 8.5 on the Richter Scale.
When I finally come back to myself I'm apparently on the floor, leaning back against something warm, strong arms holding me tight. I smile as I feel soft kisses being pressed into my hair. I reach back with one arm and my hand is captured, a kiss pressed into the palm. "C'mere, you," I whisper, and twist around to take his mouth with mine. He opens to me immediately and invites me to taste myself on his tongue. When we break apart with sighs, he rests his forehead against mine.
"Well, that takes care of the wall," he murmurs.
I'm recovered enough now to take note of the hardness poking me in the back and I twist around so I've got him in my arms. "And now for the floor." Before he knows what I'm about, I've got him stretched out on the floor, my hand behind his head so he doesn't bump it when he goes down. I make short work of his trousers and boxers and he lets out a heartfelt sigh of relief as his cock finally springs free from its confinement. He's aching for release and keeps arching his hips in my direction, hoping I'll get the message and fast. But I've got other plans.
I've got Daniel Jackson spread out naked on the briefing room carpet. How many times is *that* likely to happen in my lifetime? Nope, this isn't something I'm going to rush through.
"Jack..." He's pleading, pushing his cock in my face, waiting for me to take it like he took mine. Tempting, but... All in good time.
"Shhhh..." I lean over and press a kiss against his damp forehead. "Slow and easy does it."
"Can't wait for slow and easy," he grinds out, and reaches for his cock himself.
I deftly catch his hands and stretch out over him, pinning his arms lightly over his head, and begin nuzzling the side of his mouth. "Apophis," I murmur.
He groans loudly. "No, Jack --"
"Yes, Daniel. Come on, your turn."
He shoots me a narrow-eyed glare, but says grudgingly, "Sokar."
"Mmm. Good one." I begin licking around the vicinity of his left ear. "Heru'ur." I feel him start to relax under me and increase my nibbling.
"General Hammond."
My blood freezes. "Where?!" The giggle under me brings my steely-eyed glare to that happy little face. "Oh, you are *so* going to pay," I threaten softly.
"Really?" He looks entirely too hopeful and gives a suggestive little wriggle. "And what sort of...punishment do you have in mind, Colonel?" he asks huskily.
I fix him with my best black ops/hardass colonel stare, but he just bats those baby blues at me and slowly licks his bottom lip. Oh, to hell with it. I swoop down and take that delicious mouth. This one is long and deep and sweet. When we finally part, gasping for air, I begin my crusade to reduce my Danny to quivering jelly. I figure that's a fitting punishment. I drop quick little kisses over his face, then move down to his throat, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin there. He's finally realized I'm not holding his arms any longer, so he's put them to good use, running his hands over every inch of my skin he can reach. And he's got quite a reach.
His chest is next, and I take my time charting it with lips, tongue and teeth as he wriggles and moans under me. Our lovemaking is still at the stage where buttons sometimes fly and clothes aren't entirely discarded when we hit the bed. But after the initial fire is fed, we like to take our time, tasting, mapping, exploring each other's bodies, experimenting, noting what elicits a particularly enthusiastic response, building up our repertoire. I imagine sex with Sha're was pretty straight-forward because I've taken Danny by surprise in a number of ways, but he's a fast learner, and he's taken me by surprise in ways that have nearly sent me into orbit.
I love doing it like this, slow, gentle, exquisite. I love to watch the different expressions that chase across his face, hear the moans that escape his lips, listen to his breathing change, feel his muscles ripple and the shivers course through his body. Oh yeah, I could make a career out of this.
I've worked my way down to his thighs now, and take some time running my tongue along the sensitive skin inside his legs. His moans have turned to whimpers and he's trying to buck his hips. His rosy cock is standing proudly to attention and is bobbing in front of my face. I run my tongue along the head and he damn near comes off the floor with a sob. Quivering jelly time. With slow deliberation, I draw his erect cock into my mouth and set up a demanding rhythm. And oh, this is heaven. Daniel Jackson spread out before me, his body responding to me, my name on his lips. He's got his hands gripping his hair, his eyes squeezed tightly shut as he pants my name. I swallow him deeper and suck hard, and this time he *does* come off the floor, at the last second stuffing his fist into his mouth so his scream is muffled. I drink every drop of him, then gently lick him clean and let the softened organ slip out of my mouth.
His arms are already reaching for me, and I scramble up and gather him into my arms. Even half-unconscious, he wraps his arms and legs around me and tucks his head against my neck as his breathing slowly returns to normal. From the very first this has been the way it has been. No matter how frenzied the sex, no matter how athletic we were, at the end there is always this. He's in my arms, I'm in his. He likes to put his head over my chest and listen to my heartbeat. I like to nuzzle his hair and caress that incredibly silky skin. We both like being held by the one we love.
After several moments I feel a hot gust brush my skin as he sighs deeply. "Well," he murmurs sleepily, "that takes care of the floor. Now..." He raises his head and levels a look at me guaranteed to send blood rushing to a certain part of my anatomy. "What about that table...?"
Still holding him in my arms and enjoying the sensation of his naked skin against mine, I meet his gaze. "What about it?"
"You're the one who said we should try out all three places."
"I'm also the one with the bad knees and the extra ten years on the clock, remember?"
There's nothing - well, okay, maybe not *nothing* but not many things - I like better than teasing my Dannyboy. Actually, although I say it myself, I have *no* trouble keeping up with my sexy young geek, but I'm not sure it’s good for him to know that. How can I impress him with my stamina and powers of recuperation if he already knows I'm always up for it as long as he's within five feet of me?
And besides, I love to watch Daniel pout. Oh yes, he's pouting beautifully now, the full sideways under the eyelashes reproachful look complete with totally biteable bottom lip. So clever and yet still doesn't know when I'm only teasing. Go on, Daniel, exercise your power over me. Make me hard with a look. And in the meantime I'll try and fake exhaustion.
"How much would it cost to get your damned knees fixed anyway?" he mutters crossly, getting to his feet and brushing carpet fluff out of his hair. As always I'm missing his warmth the second he moves away from me. He gives me another incendiary glance and then begins to stroll around the table. Daniel's not a natural Salome but the boy is a fast learner and he's starting to get the hang of pushing an old man's buttons. Right now he's concentrating on pushing in chairs with his hip as he passes each one, in the process giving a deliciously seductive wiggle of his beautiful ass, while shooting me a glance over his shoulder each time that would have me rising to the occasion if I wasn't so emphatically up already. Only the way I have my arms shielding my lap is stopping Daniel from perceiving what would be obvious if he was wearing his glasses. That, and the fact the boy is so damned trusting he still believes me when I tell him I'm done for the night *despite* the now several occasions I have followed him down to the kitchen where he's making himself a consolation cup of coffee and surprised him deliciously up against the refrigerator.
My Daniel is so damned beautiful from any angle. I admire the smooth skin of his back, the knots of his spine so beguiling I want to nibble them gently, kiss a trail right down to the inviting cleft of his firm little ass. Those beautiful long legs most women would kill for. I know the flavor of his thighs, his calves, his ankles, have sucked southern comfort from those long elegant toes. There's not an inch of that body I haven't mapped with my tongue, stroked with my fingers, kissed to quivering completion, so I know just how wonderful he tastes, the way his warm smoothness feels against my tongue. I thought I loved him before I *made* love to him; thought the weirdest thing about having sex with Daniel would be how well we already knew each other. I honestly thought there would be nothing new for us to discover.
Well, like I told him once, I have been wrong about a lot of things, and I was certainly so damned wrong about that. There were so many things I didn't know about Daniel until I had him in my arms and we were kissing. And that's because he didn't know them about himself until that instant and I didn't know so much about myself either. We unlocked parts of each other that had been in cold storage since the womb. It's hard to go on hating yourself when the most decent man you've ever met looks at you with such absolute love in his big blue eyes. Daniel's always seen the good in me even when I couldn't see any in myself and that always warmed me in a way nothing else could. But even the trust my best friend showed me every day in every way was nothing compared with the affirmation I got the first time Daniel whispered in my ear, 'Make love to me, Jack.' That was the moment when I knew there definitely had to be some good in Jack O'Neill.
And I melted a lot of core ice in Daniel that night too. He's always been hesitant about touching others, expecting a rebuff, even with me. I was always the one who had to hug him, pat him on the shoulder, ruffle his hair. All Daniel ever did was tug at my sleeve occasionally to get my attention. The only time he ever really touched me was when I was wounded, when he'd be the first one to support me or help me struggle back to the Stargate. When the last couple of times that happened I started thinking of ways I could sprain an ankle just to feel his arms around me, I knew telling him how I felt was something I really needed to do. It was that or a lifetime of hypochondria.
He gives me another look over his shoulder, trying to assess whether or not he's having any effect on me. *Oh boy yes, Daniel, take it from me. Please do take it from me…*
As Daniel continues his hip-swaying wander around the briefing room I'm trying not to snigger with amusement and pride because I did this. I awoke the sleeping sexual desire in Dr Daniel Jackson. Not Sha're. Not Hathor. Not Shyla. Not Kira. He was still a junior flirt with them. Beddable, certainly, but not all on fire with longing the way he is for me. I know that I complete him in a way that no one else has ever done. I know I'm home to him, safety, the one person he knows will always love him unconditionally, forgive him his trespasses, protect him from all comers, never cheat on him, never lie to him, never hurt him. I'm everything Daniel didn't even know he was looking for until he found me. That makes a man feel awfully good of a morning. And right now it's making this man feel pretty damned good of a night as well.
Daniel has now completed his circuit and pushes the last chair in with a very decisive sway of his narrow hips. We lock gazes like light sabers as he backs up towards the table, rests his hands on the top of it then pulls himself up to sit on the table top in one fluid motion. I see the flicker of relief in his eyes as he successfully finishes the maneuver with smooth efficiency and I'm not surprised. My Daniel isn't exactly Mr Coordination. But I have to say he did that perfectly. Very smooth. Very sexy. *Good one, Daniel, you must have been practicing.*
He puts his head on one side and begins to swing his legs seductively. Ah, the Lolita approach. He did that to me when he was a sarcophagus junkie. I was bone-tired and furious when I first saw him lolling on that throne and I was still bone-tired and furious by the end of our little chat, but I was also inexplicably aroused. I couldn't work it out at the time at all. When Daniel came and put his arm around my neck, patronizing little squib that he was at the time, I remember thinking 'Just wait until I get you home, Dannyboy.' And I had a sudden very clear image of putting him over my knee and spanking his royal-robe-clad little butt. But I *still* didn't work out why that should give me a hard-on. Not too quick on the uptake sometimes, like I keep telling people.
And his button pushing is getting very damned good and I'm having to fold my arms across my lap to stop him realizing just what him sitting there like that is doing to me.
"How are the knees doing, Jack?" he asks innocently.
"They're - feeling a little better, thank you."
"Oh - that's good." He locks his hands into a cat's cradle and puts them up behind his head, then he leans back very slowly until he's lying on top of the polished briefing room table. He bends his right leg, putting his foot flat to the table and then gives himself a gentle push so he propels himself slowly along the table top until he's lying out on it at full stretch, hands behind his head, legs open so I get a good look at those rosy cock of his just rising to attention and the beguiling cleft of his beautiful little ass. At the thought of slipping Tab A into that particularly tight, hot, and wholly welcoming Slot B my cock gets so full of blood it damned near explodes. "So - Jack," he says conversationally. "Was there anything else you wanted to do before we head for home…?"
Okay, I'd have to be bolted to the floor at this point not to jump to my feet. Suddenly, my knees have springs in them. That's what he does to me. I still have enough brain cells left to fumble in my jacket pocket and retrieve the travel-size tube of sunblock I always keep there now. It doubles nicely as lube when you, ah, unexpectedly find an opportunity presents itself (my new motto has become 'don't leave home without it'), and it raises no questions if it accidentally drops out of your pocket in front of a roomful of marines. I'm over at that table in a flash, hungrily looking at him spread out there on the polished top like a feast to a starving man. He's trying to maintain that nonchalant look, but I see his breathing quicken and the desire darkening his eyes. I can perform smooth moves myself, and I hoist myself up on the table the same way he did in one fluid motion. Then I begin to stalk him. Knees be damned, I *crawl* across that table to get to him.
He presses his legs together to allow me to straddle him and when we're finally eye to eye, I look down at him and see his eyes go all soft. I never hide the love from Daniel; I make sure he sees it every time we have sex -- and any other time I can get away with it -- no matter how frenzied the lovemaking. But I think sometimes it still takes him by surprise. I haven't found out yet what happened in his past to make him so uncertain about love and about his worthiness to receive it, but I will. Apparently I've got damage from a lot of years to undo, and I chip away at it every single day.
I dip my head, fit my mouth to his and give him an O'Neill special. His arms come around me and pull me closer, and we're chest to chest, cock to cock, his legs wrapping around me in an effort to meld our bodies together. Every time our cocks brush it's like electricity sparking between us. Daniel tears himself away from my mouth and gasps, "Do it, Jack! Do it!"
"Okay, okay," I murmur, placing little kisses over his face. "Slow down a little or this is going to be over before it starts."
His legs tighten around me as he tries to get his point across. "No slowing down," he breathes, his voice hoarse. "*Do* it, Jack!"
I take a moment to look into his eyes, making sure. The truth is I'm about ready to explode myself, but lovemaking can turn pretty unsatisfactory in a hurry if one partner wants to take it slow and string out the foreplay and the other wants fast and furious sex. It's fast and furious for both of us this time. But careful. I grab the tube I'd dropped onto the table nearby and fumble the cap off to squeeze out a generous amount onto my fingers. Daniel's wriggling like crazy under me, hoping, I'm sure, to persuade me to just get on with it, but this is one argument he's not going to win, not now, not ever. The thought of what I could do to him by fucking him when he's not properly prepared was what prompted me to start carrying around sunblock in the first place. Sometimes he can be damned insistent.
Ignoring his pleas and demands, I slide one slick finger into him and he immediately presses down on it. To the sound of "Come *on*, Jack!" I add a second finger and begin stretching him carefully. His long-fingered hands start smacking the table in frustration. "Jack, if you don't do it right *now*..." My own hands are shaking as I quickly insert the third finger; having Daniel spread out naked in front of me begging for it isn't doing a damn thing for my self control. He's relaxed, he's open, he's lubed...
I move up, plant one hard kiss on his lips, then position myself and enter him in one smooth stroke. His whole body shudders and I hear a hoarse, triumphant, "Yes!" He's demanding all I've got and I give it to him. Our bodies fall into perfect rhythm, each of us wanting more, faster, deeper, stronger. I hear a soft thumping sound and see Daniel's head bumping softly against the table as his neck arches; not quite the same as doing it in bed and having a pillow there to soften the blow. He's slipped into Abydonian, his face flushed, eyes squeezed shut as he concentrates on every sensation rippling through his body. Just looking at him like this, feeling this incredible sense of completeness is enough to tip me over the edge. Feeling flashpoint building up inside me I thrust deeply into him, once, twice -- he gives a hoarse yell, my name on his lips, and his body shudders. His muscles clamp down on my cock and the room melts around me as I explode inside him, only vaguely aware of arms snaking around me, holding me tight, keeping me safe.
When I find enough strength to open my eyes, I am being held tight again, familiar warmth pressed up against me, and lips are nuzzling my throat. I make out the mumbled, "Love you, love you, love you..." and pull back far enough to brush the damp hair from Daniel's forehead and place a tender kiss there. He looks at me with utter contentment, blue eyes soft and full of love. I could live on that look alone. "You know how much I love you, right?" A smile grows on his lips and he gives me a look from under his eyelashes. Yeah, he's learning.
With a sigh, he tucks his head back under my chin and flicks his tongue out, tasting my skin. "Thank you."
I chuckle softly and plant a kiss in his hair. "Goes double for me."
"This was a great idea."
I allow myself a smug smile as I run my hands down his silky skin. We've already taken enough chances and we really should get the hell out of here, but I allow us a few more minutes like this even though this table is uncomfortable as hell. "I've got lots of great ideas," I inform him.
His head comes up, definite interest on his face. "Such as?"
I trace a line from his shoulder to elbow. "My office."
He looks a little disappointed. "Did that."
"Your office?"
"Twice," he reminds me pointedly.
I lean closer and nibble his ear. "The shower room," I whisper. As he pulls away, I hold up a finger and waggle it in his skeptical face. "And before you say it, that one doesn't count. Doesn't count unless we, ah, finish what we started."
"Well, SG3 bursting in to take their showers certainly put a stop to that," he mutters darkly.
I laugh softly and tuck his head back where I want it. "So that one's still on the list."
I'm reveling in the feel of his skin against mine when he says thoughtfully, "I've got one."
I feel my eyebrows raise. Daniel has never objected to any of the more 'exotic' places we've made love, and even though I was always the one to instigate it, it didn't take him long to express his full and total enthusiasm for the idea. But they have always been my ideas. "Oh, yeah?" I ask casually.
A tongue draws a lazy circle in the hollow of my throat. "You up for a challenge, Colonel?"
I squeeze my arms around him for emphasis. "I think I've proven tonight I'm more than 'up' to any challenge, Doctor Jackson."
There's a rumble of laughter against my chest, and then Daniel's tousled head pulls out from under my chin and I'm faced with a pair of mischievous blue eyes. "Then I've got one for you."
I can't imagine what he's got in mind -- unless it's the Gate Room at high noon -- but I try to look confident. "Bring it on," I invite.
He leans forward and kisses me between the eyes, making me go cross-eyed. "General Hammond's office," he whispers confidentially.
I almost swallow my spit. "*Hammond's* office?" He's watching me expectantly, expressive eyebrows raised. With an effort I regain my equilibrium and clear my throat. "It'll take some planning," I warn him.
"You're good at planning."
"It's taking a helluva risk." He's nuzzling the side of my face, making it really hard to concentrate.
"And this wasn't? Besides, we take risks every time we go through the Stargate." He finds my ear and starts nibbling. "This seems like one of the more appealing ones."
Well, I can't argue with that. It'll take careful planning, split-second timing, nerves of steel, just like a black ops job. A vision floats through my mind of Daniel in cammies, black tee shirt, a little camouflage paint in strategic places... oh yeah. Hammond's office is looking better and better...
The End