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WIP - SG AU fic
As I promissed, here's more of the AU fic:
Part 1 can be found here
The flight was fairly uneventful. Jack wasn't juvenile enough to try and pull anything with the good Doctor and besides, Daniel seemed to have regained his composure, keeping up light conversation during the flight. Arriving in New York, a cab ride took them to Greenwich Village. Daniel had explained that since he spent most of his time in New York anyway, he'd bought an apartment there. Jack didn't even comment on the street name, thought the urge to do so was almost overwhelming. Gay St. it would simply have been too easy, and he was fairly sure Daniel was expecting him to -- so Jack was just going to bite his tongue and keep quiet.
It was late and Jack excused himself when Daniel had shown him the guestroom and pointed out the bathroom to him. It wouldn't be all fun and games. It was Thursday, so they had another day before Saturday brought the gathering in Central Park. Well, Jack had been reluctant to admit that there might be something behind the threats, until the Senator had had the notes delivered to him, before he'd gone to the airport. It wasn't worth the risk to ignore them. The nicest of them were actually from Senator Kinsey's office, and that didn't mean they were exactly *nice*.
Jack slept fairly well and woke at the crack of dawn. The apartment was silent, the noise from the street barely making its way inside. Jack grabbed a pair of jeans and a T-shirt from his bag. Then he pulled out his gun and because it would get too hot for the shoulder holster and jacket, he pulled out the thigh-holster as well.
Nice big bathroom, with both tub and shower. As much as Jack would have loved to soak in the tub, he didn't feel too comfortable in a place he didn't know. Then again, oddly enough, he felt more at ease there, than he normally did in other people's homes.
Dropping his clothes on a chair by the door and the gun and holster across the back of it, Jack turned on the shower and stepped under the hot spray. Letting the water loosen up his muscles, Jack leaned forward, hands braced on the wall, head down to let the water massage his neck.
If anyone asked him, he wouldn't be able to fully explain why he liked the kid. Kid... not really fair, seeing that Daniel was only around ten years his junior. And he was definitely a man. Jack cracked an eye open, staring down his own body.
The flirting the day before, when they'd met for the first time, had been an attempt to test Jack, no doubt about it. Jack had found it amusing, but it had been a test -- and nothing else, obviously. Daniel had been distant and, well, not exactly cold, but very... businesslike during the flight.
It had been a nice thought, though, but what the hell would a guy like Daniel ever see in someone like Jack? Not that Jack wasn't interested. Another peek and the slow coil of heat in his belly was more than enough to tell him that his body definitely was in on the game. Then again, Daniel was a client -- and Jack wasn't about to screw up a job like that, especially not literally. Besides, he wasn't into one-nighters, never had been, never would be. And he liked the other man...
Jack sighed, he had a sinking feeling that it went beyond mere attraction on his part. So he'd just have to push it down and out of mind. And it couldn't be too difficult, if Daniel kept behaving like he'd done on the flight. Polite, all business. No problem.
Finally stepping out of the shower, Jack reached for the towel, then stopped, hand hovering over it. What...? A loud crash had caught his attention. Hand going for the gun instead, Jack was out the door and into the joint kitchen/living room in no time.
The sight that met him was somewhere between hilarious and arousing. In the middle of the kitchen stood Daniel, wearing only a pair of black boxers with... a flaming Superman logo in the front. Jack tore his eyes away and up, noticing the washed out, green T-shirt declaring that it was 'Property of the US Army.' The hilarity part came in when he took in the whole picture.
Daniel was staring at the mess at his feet. A broken mug and coffee littered the floor boards. He was muttering under his breath about 'mess' and 'waste of perfectly good coffee.'
Jack wasn't sure if he should be laughing or running away. As amusing as the sight was, seeing a man like Daniel only in silk boxers and a T-shirt, bare feet and long, muscular legs, sleep tousled hair and a pair of glasses perched on his nose...
Suddenly painfully aware of his own lack of clothing, Jack lowered his gun to at least try to cover *something*. Embarrassment hit when when Daniel finally looked up, staring at Jack, then at the gun, then back at Jack, blinking in disbelief. The heat of Daniel's gaze travelled from Jack's feet, up his legs, blue eyes widened when it settled on Jack's groin. It took all Jack's control to not allow himself to look down. Eyes fluttering shut for a moment, Daniel licked his lips, before studying Jack's upper body, lingering at the dog tags, and finally meeting Jack's eyes.
Jack made sure to keep the gun and his hands where they'd cover his awakening arousal. "You okay?" His voice was a little rough, his throat feeling as dry as the desert.
"I... ye-yeah, I'm... fine." Daniel kept staring as Jack considered a tactical retreat to the bathroom. He just didn't want to give the kid the benefit of watching him turning tail and running scared. So instead he shook his head and turned, back straight and returned to the bathroom, well aware of the wet trail he was leaving on the floor.
Closing the door and leaning his back against it, Jack let out a breath he hadn't been aware of holding. He wasn't blind, no one could have ignored the tenting of the S on those boxers as Daniel had watched him. And it wasn't as if Jack was immune. An image of waking up next to what he'd seen in the kitchen... well, safe to say, under different circumstances he'd have loved to.
It took a while for Jack to finish up, but when he finally re-entered the kitchen, he found a mug of steaming coffee waiting for him, as Daniel hurried past him, towel slung over his arm, refusing to meet his eyes. Jack quirked a grin as he heard the door to the bathroom lock. At least he hadn't been the only one feeling slightly embarrassed.
Wondering if he should check the fridge for breakfast, Jack decided, that that would be pushing the hospitality, so he settled for the coffee and went to the large window with the wide window sill. Sitting down on it, Jack drew his bare feet up and watched the street below. The apartment was large and light, taking up two sides of the building on the corner of Gay St. and Waverly St. This early the Village was still fairly deserted. Jack lost himself in watching the people walking along, probably on their way to work.
Speaking of work. If he wasn't careful, he'd get in over his head with this case. No matter how much fun he had messing with the man, it was important that he did his job and kept any personal feelings away from it. He could have Daniel if he wanted to, no doubt about it. And Daniel could... *would* have him, if he wasn't careful. It just didn't do mixing business and pleasure.
A light clearing of throat brought him back, and all his good intentions wavered for a moment and never fully regained their steely resolve. Daniel was leaning against the back of the couch, watching him with a small smile. Dressed in a pair of washed out blue jeans and a blue short sleeved shirt, hair slightly spiked and damp from the shower and topped with a pair of shades pushed up on the head. He looked like something that had broken out of Jack's dreams, making the older man catch his breath.
"Hey kid, what's on the programme for today?" Jack hid his budding infatuation behind a glib facade.
Daniel frowned slightly at the 'kid' comment, but let it go. "I thought we could go grab some breakfast at one of the cafes?"
"Sounds good to me." Jack slid off the sill and went to get socks and shoes. It was already warm enough outside, so he'd stick with the jeans and Tee. As he came back to the kitchen, he eyed the blanket folded neatly on the counter.
"I... eh..." Daniel took the bundle and hugged it to his chest. "I normally buy breakfast at this one little cafe and bring it to the park..." Daniel trailed off, looking a little uncertain.
Jack found himself smiling. God, he had it bad. "Sounds good." Silently he began listing the things he'd have to watch for. They'd be in public, and even if there was nothing behind the threats, he'd still have to watch for the possibility that there *might* be.
The walk to the park didn't take long, even with the stop at a small café. Jack grinned, as Daniel ordered two large cups of coffee to go and an assortment of sandwiches. He readily took the cups as they were handed to him and let Daniel pay for it. The contract *did* include feeding him as well, so he wasn't complaining.
Washington Square Park wasn't extremely big, but it was fairly deserted this time of the morning. Putting down the brown paper bag with their sandwiches, Daniel spread out the blanket, and sat down, waiting for Jack to join him. And it was nice. Definitely nice.
Jack handed him one of the cups, and watched with quiet amusement as Daniel savoured the black liquid. The man was obviously addicted to coffee.
Daniel leaned back on the blanket they were sitting on, shades pulled down into place as he enjoyed the heat from the sun. "So, think I'll be safe enough tomorrow?"
Jack stared off into the distance for a moment, before answering. "I'm still not too crazy about such open ground, but I'll do what I can." He looked away. If only the kid wouldn't look at him like that. And if only the sun hadn't been playing like that in the highlights of the brown hair... And if only Jack could get this morning's shower incident out of his system. He just couldn't stop thinking about it. The way Daniel had devoured him whole, in one long lingering look.
Jack had actually thought that the initial flirting had been a test. It had, but it seemed there'd been genuine interest behind it. The look he'd given Jack this morning had definitely been one of interest, if nothing else, then at least a physical attraction.
Now the man was reclining on a blanket next to Jack, soaking in the sun in the middle of Washington Square Park. And Jack couldn't get his mind out of the gutter -- or his pants. Jack adjusted his aviator shades for the umpteenth time and tried to ignore the strip of exposed skin flashed at him, as Daniel stretched out on his back, T-shirt riding up.
Daniel shifted to the side, leaned up a little and looked as if he was about to say something. Then his expression changed and he looked as if he'd tasted something really bad, as he looked over Jack's shoulder.
"Daniel!"
Jack turned and eyed the owner of the enthusiastic voice. And took an instant dislike to the man. Good looking, yes, but the way he was eyeing Daniel up...
"John." Daniel's voice was flat.
"Mind if I join you?"
"Eh," Daniel looked uncertain for a moment. "We're kind. of ...busy here."
"Who's your friend?" John's voice became hostile.
"Jack." Daniel answered and scooted closer to Jack. Close enough for the older man to feel body heat seeping through his thin shirt.
So the kid wanted him to pose as what? A love interest, a lover? Jack decided that playing dirty wasn't below him as he slipped an arm loosely around Daniel's waist.
"It's good to see you again, Daniel." John looked like he wanted to kill Jack.
Daniel didn't answer, he was busy staring at Jack, a small smile on his lips, leaning even closer.
"Are you busy tonight, or could I convince you to go for dinner with me?" John's voice was... impatient.
"I think..." Daniel began. "I'm sorry, I'm... busy tonight."
Something seemed to thoroughly piss John off. "Would you stop this... charade for a moment?"
"What charade?" Daniel finally looked up at him.
John gestured agitatedly at the two of them. "Anyone can see your 'friend' here is straight as a ruler and that the two of you aren't together."
Jack smiled at Daniel, and leaned closer to him, never breaking eye contact. Okay, so it might just be an excuse to actually... Firm lips brushed against Jack's. So they pretty much had the same idea. Cool. But what had started as a simple act of defiance and a scam, turned into a full scale mutual oral feast.
Jack was dimly aware of John stomping away at some point, but by then he was so far gone, no one could pull his concentration from Daniel's enthusiastic kiss. Daniel's tongue was sharp when it came to conversation, but he definitely knew how to use it for other means of... communication. He was teasing and mapping out every nook and cranny of Jack's mouth, moaning deep in his throat. Not that Jack was less enthusiastic himself. On the contrary. He welcomed the slick heat, sucking on Daniel's tongue, revelling in the moans escaping the younger man.
Strong fingers laced through Jack's hair, to curl around the back of his head and Daniel tilted their heads to deepen the kiss.
When the two men finally pulled back to catch their bearings, they both seemed a little surprised by the intensity of the kiss, but stayed close nevertheless, eyes never leaving each other.
Jack knew what a bad idea it was, but felt his resolve waver. They couldn't afford him getting distracted with any risk of truth being behind those threats.
They both felt the tension, Jack stayed where he was, sitting still, body tingling. Daniel seemed to be unable to stay still, and began pulling their sandwiches out, handing Jack a couple of them, never really taking his eyes off Jack. Hands brushed, eyes met and Jack knew he'd have trouble defending his need to stay professional. He just doubted Daniel... well, that it could be anything more than just... sex. And frankly, Jack felt too old to base a... relationship on that alone. Still, the tension stayed throughout breakfast, as they folded up the blanket, disposed of the Styrofoam cups, and set out to return to the apartment.
As they left the park, however, Jack felt a hand on his arm, stopping him for a moment.
"Mr. O'Neill... Jack..."
Jack shook his head. "Sorry, Doc, won't happen again."
The face before him fell. "Why not?" The normally strong and sure voice was low and... halting.
"Look, Dr. Jackson..." Jack took a deep breath. "I have the responsibility for your safety, and for the sake of us both, I can't afford the distraction, neither can you."
Daniel bit his lower lip for a moment. "So, you're saying that all that's holding you back is the job?"
Jack almost smiled at that. "That and I... don't do casual." With that he side-stepped the younger man and began the walk back. Quick steps behind him, assured him that Daniel was with him. The walk was done in silence, Daniel walking next to him, eyes on the street, blanket hugged against his chest and a closed expression on his face.
Jack had pretty much settled for silence for the remainder of the job. To live with the ache of what he could have had, and wouldn't, for the greater good. God, sometimes life truly sucked.
That resolve held until they stepped into the elevator and the doors slid closed. Jack suddenly found himself pressed up against the wall. Damned, Jack hadn't seen that coming. The kid was fast *and* strong.
"What makes you think *I'm* interested in 'casual'?" The voice was low, almost purring.
All Jack's arguments scattered as Daniel's mouth found his, hard and demanding. Jack growled and dug his fingers into Daniel's shoulders, every intention of pushing him away. Only, when the door opened and they tumbled out, past a shocked tenant, Jack's hands had slid down to Daniel's hips, pulling the man hard against him, their lips never parting, tongues duelling for control. Somehow they managed to end up in front of the right door, blanket pressed between them, both fumbling in Daniel's pockets for his keys.
Jack groaned as his fingers closed around the keys and it turned to a mewl, as Daniel's strong counterparts curled around the bulge in Jack's jeans. Somehow managing to unlock the door, they moved inside, door pushed shut, blanket dropped and forgotten about. Pressing Daniel back against the door, Jack revelled in the feel of the strong, lean body moving against his and the iron grip on his ass.
A light clearing of throat from inside the apartment made both of them freeze.
"Dr. Jackson, I presume." It wasn't really a question and it was clear that the owner of the voice was... a little disgusted.
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Part 1 can be found here
The flight was fairly uneventful. Jack wasn't juvenile enough to try and pull anything with the good Doctor and besides, Daniel seemed to have regained his composure, keeping up light conversation during the flight. Arriving in New York, a cab ride took them to Greenwich Village. Daniel had explained that since he spent most of his time in New York anyway, he'd bought an apartment there. Jack didn't even comment on the street name, thought the urge to do so was almost overwhelming. Gay St. it would simply have been too easy, and he was fairly sure Daniel was expecting him to -- so Jack was just going to bite his tongue and keep quiet.
It was late and Jack excused himself when Daniel had shown him the guestroom and pointed out the bathroom to him. It wouldn't be all fun and games. It was Thursday, so they had another day before Saturday brought the gathering in Central Park. Well, Jack had been reluctant to admit that there might be something behind the threats, until the Senator had had the notes delivered to him, before he'd gone to the airport. It wasn't worth the risk to ignore them. The nicest of them were actually from Senator Kinsey's office, and that didn't mean they were exactly *nice*.
Jack slept fairly well and woke at the crack of dawn. The apartment was silent, the noise from the street barely making its way inside. Jack grabbed a pair of jeans and a T-shirt from his bag. Then he pulled out his gun and because it would get too hot for the shoulder holster and jacket, he pulled out the thigh-holster as well.
Nice big bathroom, with both tub and shower. As much as Jack would have loved to soak in the tub, he didn't feel too comfortable in a place he didn't know. Then again, oddly enough, he felt more at ease there, than he normally did in other people's homes.
Dropping his clothes on a chair by the door and the gun and holster across the back of it, Jack turned on the shower and stepped under the hot spray. Letting the water loosen up his muscles, Jack leaned forward, hands braced on the wall, head down to let the water massage his neck.
If anyone asked him, he wouldn't be able to fully explain why he liked the kid. Kid... not really fair, seeing that Daniel was only around ten years his junior. And he was definitely a man. Jack cracked an eye open, staring down his own body.
The flirting the day before, when they'd met for the first time, had been an attempt to test Jack, no doubt about it. Jack had found it amusing, but it had been a test -- and nothing else, obviously. Daniel had been distant and, well, not exactly cold, but very... businesslike during the flight.
It had been a nice thought, though, but what the hell would a guy like Daniel ever see in someone like Jack? Not that Jack wasn't interested. Another peek and the slow coil of heat in his belly was more than enough to tell him that his body definitely was in on the game. Then again, Daniel was a client -- and Jack wasn't about to screw up a job like that, especially not literally. Besides, he wasn't into one-nighters, never had been, never would be. And he liked the other man...
Jack sighed, he had a sinking feeling that it went beyond mere attraction on his part. So he'd just have to push it down and out of mind. And it couldn't be too difficult, if Daniel kept behaving like he'd done on the flight. Polite, all business. No problem.
Finally stepping out of the shower, Jack reached for the towel, then stopped, hand hovering over it. What...? A loud crash had caught his attention. Hand going for the gun instead, Jack was out the door and into the joint kitchen/living room in no time.
The sight that met him was somewhere between hilarious and arousing. In the middle of the kitchen stood Daniel, wearing only a pair of black boxers with... a flaming Superman logo in the front. Jack tore his eyes away and up, noticing the washed out, green T-shirt declaring that it was 'Property of the US Army.' The hilarity part came in when he took in the whole picture.
Daniel was staring at the mess at his feet. A broken mug and coffee littered the floor boards. He was muttering under his breath about 'mess' and 'waste of perfectly good coffee.'
Jack wasn't sure if he should be laughing or running away. As amusing as the sight was, seeing a man like Daniel only in silk boxers and a T-shirt, bare feet and long, muscular legs, sleep tousled hair and a pair of glasses perched on his nose...
Suddenly painfully aware of his own lack of clothing, Jack lowered his gun to at least try to cover *something*. Embarrassment hit when when Daniel finally looked up, staring at Jack, then at the gun, then back at Jack, blinking in disbelief. The heat of Daniel's gaze travelled from Jack's feet, up his legs, blue eyes widened when it settled on Jack's groin. It took all Jack's control to not allow himself to look down. Eyes fluttering shut for a moment, Daniel licked his lips, before studying Jack's upper body, lingering at the dog tags, and finally meeting Jack's eyes.
Jack made sure to keep the gun and his hands where they'd cover his awakening arousal. "You okay?" His voice was a little rough, his throat feeling as dry as the desert.
"I... ye-yeah, I'm... fine." Daniel kept staring as Jack considered a tactical retreat to the bathroom. He just didn't want to give the kid the benefit of watching him turning tail and running scared. So instead he shook his head and turned, back straight and returned to the bathroom, well aware of the wet trail he was leaving on the floor.
Closing the door and leaning his back against it, Jack let out a breath he hadn't been aware of holding. He wasn't blind, no one could have ignored the tenting of the S on those boxers as Daniel had watched him. And it wasn't as if Jack was immune. An image of waking up next to what he'd seen in the kitchen... well, safe to say, under different circumstances he'd have loved to.
It took a while for Jack to finish up, but when he finally re-entered the kitchen, he found a mug of steaming coffee waiting for him, as Daniel hurried past him, towel slung over his arm, refusing to meet his eyes. Jack quirked a grin as he heard the door to the bathroom lock. At least he hadn't been the only one feeling slightly embarrassed.
Wondering if he should check the fridge for breakfast, Jack decided, that that would be pushing the hospitality, so he settled for the coffee and went to the large window with the wide window sill. Sitting down on it, Jack drew his bare feet up and watched the street below. The apartment was large and light, taking up two sides of the building on the corner of Gay St. and Waverly St. This early the Village was still fairly deserted. Jack lost himself in watching the people walking along, probably on their way to work.
Speaking of work. If he wasn't careful, he'd get in over his head with this case. No matter how much fun he had messing with the man, it was important that he did his job and kept any personal feelings away from it. He could have Daniel if he wanted to, no doubt about it. And Daniel could... *would* have him, if he wasn't careful. It just didn't do mixing business and pleasure.
A light clearing of throat brought him back, and all his good intentions wavered for a moment and never fully regained their steely resolve. Daniel was leaning against the back of the couch, watching him with a small smile. Dressed in a pair of washed out blue jeans and a blue short sleeved shirt, hair slightly spiked and damp from the shower and topped with a pair of shades pushed up on the head. He looked like something that had broken out of Jack's dreams, making the older man catch his breath.
"Hey kid, what's on the programme for today?" Jack hid his budding infatuation behind a glib facade.
Daniel frowned slightly at the 'kid' comment, but let it go. "I thought we could go grab some breakfast at one of the cafes?"
"Sounds good to me." Jack slid off the sill and went to get socks and shoes. It was already warm enough outside, so he'd stick with the jeans and Tee. As he came back to the kitchen, he eyed the blanket folded neatly on the counter.
"I... eh..." Daniel took the bundle and hugged it to his chest. "I normally buy breakfast at this one little cafe and bring it to the park..." Daniel trailed off, looking a little uncertain.
Jack found himself smiling. God, he had it bad. "Sounds good." Silently he began listing the things he'd have to watch for. They'd be in public, and even if there was nothing behind the threats, he'd still have to watch for the possibility that there *might* be.
The walk to the park didn't take long, even with the stop at a small café. Jack grinned, as Daniel ordered two large cups of coffee to go and an assortment of sandwiches. He readily took the cups as they were handed to him and let Daniel pay for it. The contract *did* include feeding him as well, so he wasn't complaining.
Washington Square Park wasn't extremely big, but it was fairly deserted this time of the morning. Putting down the brown paper bag with their sandwiches, Daniel spread out the blanket, and sat down, waiting for Jack to join him. And it was nice. Definitely nice.
Jack handed him one of the cups, and watched with quiet amusement as Daniel savoured the black liquid. The man was obviously addicted to coffee.
Daniel leaned back on the blanket they were sitting on, shades pulled down into place as he enjoyed the heat from the sun. "So, think I'll be safe enough tomorrow?"
Jack stared off into the distance for a moment, before answering. "I'm still not too crazy about such open ground, but I'll do what I can." He looked away. If only the kid wouldn't look at him like that. And if only the sun hadn't been playing like that in the highlights of the brown hair... And if only Jack could get this morning's shower incident out of his system. He just couldn't stop thinking about it. The way Daniel had devoured him whole, in one long lingering look.
Jack had actually thought that the initial flirting had been a test. It had, but it seemed there'd been genuine interest behind it. The look he'd given Jack this morning had definitely been one of interest, if nothing else, then at least a physical attraction.
Now the man was reclining on a blanket next to Jack, soaking in the sun in the middle of Washington Square Park. And Jack couldn't get his mind out of the gutter -- or his pants. Jack adjusted his aviator shades for the umpteenth time and tried to ignore the strip of exposed skin flashed at him, as Daniel stretched out on his back, T-shirt riding up.
Daniel shifted to the side, leaned up a little and looked as if he was about to say something. Then his expression changed and he looked as if he'd tasted something really bad, as he looked over Jack's shoulder.
"Daniel!"
Jack turned and eyed the owner of the enthusiastic voice. And took an instant dislike to the man. Good looking, yes, but the way he was eyeing Daniel up...
"John." Daniel's voice was flat.
"Mind if I join you?"
"Eh," Daniel looked uncertain for a moment. "We're kind. of ...busy here."
"Who's your friend?" John's voice became hostile.
"Jack." Daniel answered and scooted closer to Jack. Close enough for the older man to feel body heat seeping through his thin shirt.
So the kid wanted him to pose as what? A love interest, a lover? Jack decided that playing dirty wasn't below him as he slipped an arm loosely around Daniel's waist.
"It's good to see you again, Daniel." John looked like he wanted to kill Jack.
Daniel didn't answer, he was busy staring at Jack, a small smile on his lips, leaning even closer.
"Are you busy tonight, or could I convince you to go for dinner with me?" John's voice was... impatient.
"I think..." Daniel began. "I'm sorry, I'm... busy tonight."
Something seemed to thoroughly piss John off. "Would you stop this... charade for a moment?"
"What charade?" Daniel finally looked up at him.
John gestured agitatedly at the two of them. "Anyone can see your 'friend' here is straight as a ruler and that the two of you aren't together."
Jack smiled at Daniel, and leaned closer to him, never breaking eye contact. Okay, so it might just be an excuse to actually... Firm lips brushed against Jack's. So they pretty much had the same idea. Cool. But what had started as a simple act of defiance and a scam, turned into a full scale mutual oral feast.
Jack was dimly aware of John stomping away at some point, but by then he was so far gone, no one could pull his concentration from Daniel's enthusiastic kiss. Daniel's tongue was sharp when it came to conversation, but he definitely knew how to use it for other means of... communication. He was teasing and mapping out every nook and cranny of Jack's mouth, moaning deep in his throat. Not that Jack was less enthusiastic himself. On the contrary. He welcomed the slick heat, sucking on Daniel's tongue, revelling in the moans escaping the younger man.
Strong fingers laced through Jack's hair, to curl around the back of his head and Daniel tilted their heads to deepen the kiss.
When the two men finally pulled back to catch their bearings, they both seemed a little surprised by the intensity of the kiss, but stayed close nevertheless, eyes never leaving each other.
Jack knew what a bad idea it was, but felt his resolve waver. They couldn't afford him getting distracted with any risk of truth being behind those threats.
They both felt the tension, Jack stayed where he was, sitting still, body tingling. Daniel seemed to be unable to stay still, and began pulling their sandwiches out, handing Jack a couple of them, never really taking his eyes off Jack. Hands brushed, eyes met and Jack knew he'd have trouble defending his need to stay professional. He just doubted Daniel... well, that it could be anything more than just... sex. And frankly, Jack felt too old to base a... relationship on that alone. Still, the tension stayed throughout breakfast, as they folded up the blanket, disposed of the Styrofoam cups, and set out to return to the apartment.
As they left the park, however, Jack felt a hand on his arm, stopping him for a moment.
"Mr. O'Neill... Jack..."
Jack shook his head. "Sorry, Doc, won't happen again."
The face before him fell. "Why not?" The normally strong and sure voice was low and... halting.
"Look, Dr. Jackson..." Jack took a deep breath. "I have the responsibility for your safety, and for the sake of us both, I can't afford the distraction, neither can you."
Daniel bit his lower lip for a moment. "So, you're saying that all that's holding you back is the job?"
Jack almost smiled at that. "That and I... don't do casual." With that he side-stepped the younger man and began the walk back. Quick steps behind him, assured him that Daniel was with him. The walk was done in silence, Daniel walking next to him, eyes on the street, blanket hugged against his chest and a closed expression on his face.
Jack had pretty much settled for silence for the remainder of the job. To live with the ache of what he could have had, and wouldn't, for the greater good. God, sometimes life truly sucked.
That resolve held until they stepped into the elevator and the doors slid closed. Jack suddenly found himself pressed up against the wall. Damned, Jack hadn't seen that coming. The kid was fast *and* strong.
"What makes you think *I'm* interested in 'casual'?" The voice was low, almost purring.
All Jack's arguments scattered as Daniel's mouth found his, hard and demanding. Jack growled and dug his fingers into Daniel's shoulders, every intention of pushing him away. Only, when the door opened and they tumbled out, past a shocked tenant, Jack's hands had slid down to Daniel's hips, pulling the man hard against him, their lips never parting, tongues duelling for control. Somehow they managed to end up in front of the right door, blanket pressed between them, both fumbling in Daniel's pockets for his keys.
Jack groaned as his fingers closed around the keys and it turned to a mewl, as Daniel's strong counterparts curled around the bulge in Jack's jeans. Somehow managing to unlock the door, they moved inside, door pushed shut, blanket dropped and forgotten about. Pressing Daniel back against the door, Jack revelled in the feel of the strong, lean body moving against his and the iron grip on his ass.
A light clearing of throat from inside the apartment made both of them freeze.
"Dr. Jackson, I presume." It wasn't really a question and it was clear that the owner of the voice was... a little disgusted.
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Leaving it there! You meanie! LOL
Oh, you are so right, Jack just can't seem to keep to the rules! :D And I'm so glad! LOL.
Very hot part!
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Hot? It'll get scorching before I'm through with this *eg*
and if you think this is hot? You might wanna remember the sunlotion for the next part *giggles* -- sorry, according to my friends, I need to get laid -- I'm beginning to suspect that they might be right *g*