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Amazingly, the damned bunny mutated again, which means that 16,000 words isn't enough *sigh*
meaning, I'll be writing all weekend *g*
Jack woke to an unaccustomed warmth and feeling of sated contentment -- and the need to go to the bathroom. Gently he pushed out from under the weight of the long, lean body.
Mumbled broken sentences were his reward -- none of them too nice. Jack grinned as he went for the door. Dr. Jackson definitely wasn't a morning person. Jack's smile faltered when he turned around to shoot the other man one last look before starting his morning. Holy... lust curled white hot around his spine as he watched the display of pure sin arranged on the bed.
Sprawled out on top of the covers, taking up half of the bed, was Daniel, flat on his stomach and naked as the day he'd been born.
Jack suddenly found it hard to breathe. So much bare skin, such easy, relaxed muscles, such an open invitation to just... Jack backed out of the bedroom. Who'd have thought Jack would feel so much, so fast. Too much, too fast, maybe. A part of him was still waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Shower, a shower would help him clear his mind. Even with all the worries, Jack found himself smiling, as he turned on the shower, eyes straying to the tub. It felt good, physically, because God knew, Jack O'Neill had had more sex the previous night than he'd had in *years* -- since Daniel had dragged him out of sated sleep, insisting on a second round.
Standing under the spray for several minutes, letting the water poured down on his shoulders, Jack let his mind wander and his body soon followed. When Daniel wanted his attention, he'd damned well get it. Daniel was pushy as it was, but it was nothing compared to what he was like in bed. The thought alone made Jack moan.
The sound of the door opening didn't escape Jack. "Trying to sneak up on me again?" Jack asked with a laugh. The glass door of the shower stall was pulled open, and long arms were wrapped around Jack's waist, a hard body pressed against his back.
"Mmm, missed you," Daniel mumbled against Jack's neck, tongue flickering out to tease Jack's ear.
"Possessive, Dr. Jackson?" Jack leaned forward, bracing his hands on the tiled wall.
Daniel growled and pushed a fairly impressive erection against Jack's ass. "Think I need to re-stake my claim?" Daniel let go of him, working with something behind Jack's back.
"By all means," gasped Jack, "stake away." Bowing his head, he closed his eyes, allowing his other senses to take over.
Daniel chuckled. "Don't mind if I do." Daniel leaned into the open invitation and bit lightly into the back of Jack's neck, drawing a moan from him. A slick finger pushed inside Jack, making him gasp. "Daniel, we..." It was difficult to think with Daniel biting down a little harder, letting go for a moment to kiss the same spot he'd just bitten. The roughness of the tongue over the sore skin drew another long groan from Jack.
"Taken care of," was all the answer he got before the finger became two, working to open him up even more, the light sensation of burn and stretch quickly becoming an entirely different kind of heat, of anticipation.
"One... one track minded boy scout," Jack laughed breathlessly. "I was referring to getting a condom..."
"So was I." With that, Daniel pressed into him. Resting his head on Jack's shoulder, Daniel sighed deeply and slowly rocked the rest of the way in. "I like this..." A little wriggle had them both gasping and Jack couldn't have forced his eyes open for anything.
Jack drew in a sharp breath of air at the intrusion, but his body quickly adjusted to the feeling. Daniel *had* woken him in the middle of the night, wanting more sex, and Jack was still a little slick inside from that encounter, and nicely relaxed from the warm water running down over his body. Daniel's fingers kneading his abs weren't exactly counterproductive either.
This was it, Jack thought. This was how life should be. Hot and sweet sex, with a man he'd learned to trust with his body in no time at all. Amazing thing, Daniel had shown Jack how much he trusted him and through that, Jack had finally allowed himself to do the same.
Their movements quickened and Daniel's hand slipped from Jack's hip to his cock, stroking it with the same rhythm. Jack finally came with a low growl, ass clenching around Daniel. The younger man wasn't exactly holding back, voice loud and coarse, close to yelling Jack's name at the top of his lungs.
Daniel collapsed against him. Both men were out of breath and no words were exchanged; the room was filled with quiet contentment.
Jack flexed his arms, feeling Daniel snuggle even closer. "I'd hate to disappoint you, Doc, but we can't stay like this forever."
"Wanna..." mumbled Daniel. Still, he obliged, and pulled carefully back.
Jack found himself spun around, back to the tiled wall and Daniel trying to climb inside him through a deep, scorching kiss. Losing himself in the heat of Daniel's mouth, the insistent slide of his tongue, Jack wrapped his arms around the younger man and drew him as close as possible.
Finally resurfacing for some much needed deep breaths, they stayed embraced for a little longer. Jack rubbed his stubbly chin against Daniel's shoulder. "Don't shave just yet," Daniel whispered.
Jack pulled back enough to look into the blue eyes. "Why not?"
Daniel blushed little. "I kinda like you this way..." Biting into his lower lip before continuing, the blush deepened. "Besides..."
"Yeah?" Jack quirked an eyebrow. This puzzled him a little -- he'd never met anyone who actually *liked* the scratchy stuff.
"I... eh... I wanna do it." Daniel moved in for another deep kiss.
The answer startled a sincere laugh out of Jack. "You want me to do you too?" This was... different.
Daniel shook his head. "Not necessarily... unless you... you want to?"
Jack shrugged. "It's your... what? Fetish?"
"Mmm," Daniel buried his face in Jack's neck, tongue flicking out to taste. "Yeah, you have any I need to know about?"
Jack laughed out loud, running his hands caressingly up and down Daniel's back. "I'll let you know if one comes up?"
Daniel pulled back, a wide grin on his face. "Deal."
Jack was aware of the stupid smile making his lips curve, but he couldn't really be bothered by that right now. The next few minutes were spent soaping up and trying to get clean. Although, to tell the truth, it was just as much a game of trying to touch as much skin as possible. Not that Jack was complaining. He liked touching -- more by the minute.
Finally washing the soap off, Jack managed to get out of Daniel's grip. Very much to Daniel's extremely audible displeasure. "Ja-ack, come back here," he scolded, as he made another grab for the man.
"No way, Daniel," Jack smirked, as he swatted at the man with his towel. "We'll never get out of here if I let you have it your way." Jack wrapped the towel around his waist. "And stop pouting -- it won't get you anywhere."
"Aw, Jack, you're such a spoil sport." Daniel pointed with a scowl at the towel. "No fair covering up the good bits."
Jack laughed and escaped to the safety of the living room, hearing the younger man throw several words of mock-anger after him. Shaking his head, Jack went to the kitchen counter, dug out the coffee and started the machine. Wouldn't hurt to have something to negotiate with.
Making a little trip to the guestroom, Jack put on a pair of jeans and pulled one of his shirts on, leaving it unbuttoned as he returned to the kitchen. Pouring a cup of coffee for himself, Jack went to look out the window, trying to somehow grasp what had happened in such short time.
His musings were interrupted by a knock on the door. Jack frowned and picked up the gun he'd brought with him to the kitchen, before making his way to the front door. Safety off the gun, safety chain on the door checked, he put his hand on the door handle, slowly drawing it down to let the door glide open.
Looking carefully out through the narrow opening, Jack cleared his throat. "Who's there?"
"Mr. O'Neill." The shadow moved into the light, revealing a very worried Senator Rogers.
"You alone, sir?" Jack cocked and eyebrow. He wasn't taking any chances, that was for sure, not after the previous day.
"I only have my own security guard with me," the Senator answered, looking a little impatient. "May we come in?"
Jack drew a deep breath and nodded, closing the door to unhook the security chain, before opening it again and letting the two men step inside.
"Where is my son, Mr. O'Neill?" Senator Rogers looked around the apartment, not finding what he was looking for.
"He's in the bathroom, sir." Jack tried to ignore the small hysterical voice in the back of his head, telling him that he was facing the father of the man with whom he'd spent most of the night having hot sex.
"Is he...?" Senator Rogers took a deep breath to steady himself. "I heard what happened."
"He's fine, sir." Jack squirmed a little, but finally tucked the gun down into the back of his jeans. "I'll go tell him you're here." Jack fled the living room, slipping into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
He surfaced half a minute later, gasping for breath. "Daniel, dammit, don't... not *now*!"
The younger man pulled back, a hurt expression on his face.
Jack's anger disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. He wasn't really angry with Daniel, at least no more than he was with himself. There was no way they could keep what had happened between them a secret, if neither could behave themselves. Reaching out to caress Daniel's smooth, freshly shaved cheek, Jack's voice was soft when he continued. "You have a guest."
"Who?" Daniel looked a little worried.
"Your father." Jack watched with fascination how emotions flickered over the expressive face, settling on worry.
"Oh shit." Daniel bit his lips.
Jack licked his own lips, forcing himself to *not* react. "Daniel?"
"I forgot to call him, and tell him about the attack yesterday."
Jack drew a deep breath and shook his head in disbelief. "How the hell could you forget to call your family and let them know you were okay?"
Daniel shot him an annoyed glare. "I was *busy*, Colonel, as you very well know."
Jack grinned involuntarily. "Yeah, plotting and scheming against me."
Daniel snorted as he took a step back, straightening his clothes. As if it would help. One look at the kiss bruised lips and no one could deny the fact of what they'd been doing. "I didn't hear you complaining."
"Well, no, of course not," Jack whispered into his ear, as Daniel opened the door. "Kinda hard to argue with your tongue down my throat."
Daniel stumbled into the living room, obviously trying hard to fight the rising blush on his face.
Senator Rogers walked quickly over to his son. "Daniel, are you okay?"
Daniel squirmed a little at the scrutiny he was put under. "I'm fine, Father."
Shaking his head in disbelief, the Senator grabbed Daniel's shoulders. "You didn't call to tell us about it, Daniel, we were told about it through so many different channels, we weren't sure what to believe and what not to." The old man sighed deeply. "You had your mother and me worried sick."
Daniel hung his head, looking for all the world like a little kid being told off for doing something bad. Jack knew they should have thought about it the day before, but he also understood Daniel. He hadn't known the man for very long, but he knew Daniel was headstrong and independent.
"Are you sure you're okay, Son?" Senator Rogers shook his son lightly. "You look flushed."
Daniel's face turned, if possible, even redder. Oh how Jack wished the earth would just open up and swallow him. Thank God, the men seemed to be ignoring him.
"The heat from the shower, Father, I'm really okay." Daniel's expression softened, turned worried. "I'm sorry I was inconsiderate and didn't call you about it." Daniel ran his fingers through his hair, not daring to look up at Jack. "It was all a little confusing -- I never expected the threats to be... this real."
Rogers took a deep breath. "I guess I can't convince you to cancel the speech this afternoon?"
Daniel shook his head, finally looking up, eyes burning with determination. "No, that would be the same as to letting them win, admitting defeat."
The Senator nodded. "Well, just keep O'Neill close to you, Son."
Jack looked up quickly, meeting the man's eyes. Uh-oh.
Rogers nodded briskly. "I fear to consider what might have happened if you hadn't been here, Mr. O'Neill."
Jack swallowed hard. "It's what you hired me for, sir." 'No sir, I'm *not* screwing your son... or letting him screw me.' Jack sighed with relief, inwardly, as the Senator returned his attention to his very wide eyed son.
Biting his lip, Jack just *knew* it was going to be a long day -- and he wasn't even thinking about the rally. Pfff, that would be *nothing* compared to facing Daniel's father.
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the previous parts can be found here
meaning, I'll be writing all weekend *g*
Jack woke to an unaccustomed warmth and feeling of sated contentment -- and the need to go to the bathroom. Gently he pushed out from under the weight of the long, lean body.
Mumbled broken sentences were his reward -- none of them too nice. Jack grinned as he went for the door. Dr. Jackson definitely wasn't a morning person. Jack's smile faltered when he turned around to shoot the other man one last look before starting his morning. Holy... lust curled white hot around his spine as he watched the display of pure sin arranged on the bed.
Sprawled out on top of the covers, taking up half of the bed, was Daniel, flat on his stomach and naked as the day he'd been born.
Jack suddenly found it hard to breathe. So much bare skin, such easy, relaxed muscles, such an open invitation to just... Jack backed out of the bedroom. Who'd have thought Jack would feel so much, so fast. Too much, too fast, maybe. A part of him was still waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Shower, a shower would help him clear his mind. Even with all the worries, Jack found himself smiling, as he turned on the shower, eyes straying to the tub. It felt good, physically, because God knew, Jack O'Neill had had more sex the previous night than he'd had in *years* -- since Daniel had dragged him out of sated sleep, insisting on a second round.
Standing under the spray for several minutes, letting the water poured down on his shoulders, Jack let his mind wander and his body soon followed. When Daniel wanted his attention, he'd damned well get it. Daniel was pushy as it was, but it was nothing compared to what he was like in bed. The thought alone made Jack moan.
The sound of the door opening didn't escape Jack. "Trying to sneak up on me again?" Jack asked with a laugh. The glass door of the shower stall was pulled open, and long arms were wrapped around Jack's waist, a hard body pressed against his back.
"Mmm, missed you," Daniel mumbled against Jack's neck, tongue flickering out to tease Jack's ear.
"Possessive, Dr. Jackson?" Jack leaned forward, bracing his hands on the tiled wall.
Daniel growled and pushed a fairly impressive erection against Jack's ass. "Think I need to re-stake my claim?" Daniel let go of him, working with something behind Jack's back.
"By all means," gasped Jack, "stake away." Bowing his head, he closed his eyes, allowing his other senses to take over.
Daniel chuckled. "Don't mind if I do." Daniel leaned into the open invitation and bit lightly into the back of Jack's neck, drawing a moan from him. A slick finger pushed inside Jack, making him gasp. "Daniel, we..." It was difficult to think with Daniel biting down a little harder, letting go for a moment to kiss the same spot he'd just bitten. The roughness of the tongue over the sore skin drew another long groan from Jack.
"Taken care of," was all the answer he got before the finger became two, working to open him up even more, the light sensation of burn and stretch quickly becoming an entirely different kind of heat, of anticipation.
"One... one track minded boy scout," Jack laughed breathlessly. "I was referring to getting a condom..."
"So was I." With that, Daniel pressed into him. Resting his head on Jack's shoulder, Daniel sighed deeply and slowly rocked the rest of the way in. "I like this..." A little wriggle had them both gasping and Jack couldn't have forced his eyes open for anything.
Jack drew in a sharp breath of air at the intrusion, but his body quickly adjusted to the feeling. Daniel *had* woken him in the middle of the night, wanting more sex, and Jack was still a little slick inside from that encounter, and nicely relaxed from the warm water running down over his body. Daniel's fingers kneading his abs weren't exactly counterproductive either.
This was it, Jack thought. This was how life should be. Hot and sweet sex, with a man he'd learned to trust with his body in no time at all. Amazing thing, Daniel had shown Jack how much he trusted him and through that, Jack had finally allowed himself to do the same.
Their movements quickened and Daniel's hand slipped from Jack's hip to his cock, stroking it with the same rhythm. Jack finally came with a low growl, ass clenching around Daniel. The younger man wasn't exactly holding back, voice loud and coarse, close to yelling Jack's name at the top of his lungs.
Daniel collapsed against him. Both men were out of breath and no words were exchanged; the room was filled with quiet contentment.
Jack flexed his arms, feeling Daniel snuggle even closer. "I'd hate to disappoint you, Doc, but we can't stay like this forever."
"Wanna..." mumbled Daniel. Still, he obliged, and pulled carefully back.
Jack found himself spun around, back to the tiled wall and Daniel trying to climb inside him through a deep, scorching kiss. Losing himself in the heat of Daniel's mouth, the insistent slide of his tongue, Jack wrapped his arms around the younger man and drew him as close as possible.
Finally resurfacing for some much needed deep breaths, they stayed embraced for a little longer. Jack rubbed his stubbly chin against Daniel's shoulder. "Don't shave just yet," Daniel whispered.
Jack pulled back enough to look into the blue eyes. "Why not?"
Daniel blushed little. "I kinda like you this way..." Biting into his lower lip before continuing, the blush deepened. "Besides..."
"Yeah?" Jack quirked an eyebrow. This puzzled him a little -- he'd never met anyone who actually *liked* the scratchy stuff.
"I... eh... I wanna do it." Daniel moved in for another deep kiss.
The answer startled a sincere laugh out of Jack. "You want me to do you too?" This was... different.
Daniel shook his head. "Not necessarily... unless you... you want to?"
Jack shrugged. "It's your... what? Fetish?"
"Mmm," Daniel buried his face in Jack's neck, tongue flicking out to taste. "Yeah, you have any I need to know about?"
Jack laughed out loud, running his hands caressingly up and down Daniel's back. "I'll let you know if one comes up?"
Daniel pulled back, a wide grin on his face. "Deal."
Jack was aware of the stupid smile making his lips curve, but he couldn't really be bothered by that right now. The next few minutes were spent soaping up and trying to get clean. Although, to tell the truth, it was just as much a game of trying to touch as much skin as possible. Not that Jack was complaining. He liked touching -- more by the minute.
Finally washing the soap off, Jack managed to get out of Daniel's grip. Very much to Daniel's extremely audible displeasure. "Ja-ack, come back here," he scolded, as he made another grab for the man.
"No way, Daniel," Jack smirked, as he swatted at the man with his towel. "We'll never get out of here if I let you have it your way." Jack wrapped the towel around his waist. "And stop pouting -- it won't get you anywhere."
"Aw, Jack, you're such a spoil sport." Daniel pointed with a scowl at the towel. "No fair covering up the good bits."
Jack laughed and escaped to the safety of the living room, hearing the younger man throw several words of mock-anger after him. Shaking his head, Jack went to the kitchen counter, dug out the coffee and started the machine. Wouldn't hurt to have something to negotiate with.
Making a little trip to the guestroom, Jack put on a pair of jeans and pulled one of his shirts on, leaving it unbuttoned as he returned to the kitchen. Pouring a cup of coffee for himself, Jack went to look out the window, trying to somehow grasp what had happened in such short time.
His musings were interrupted by a knock on the door. Jack frowned and picked up the gun he'd brought with him to the kitchen, before making his way to the front door. Safety off the gun, safety chain on the door checked, he put his hand on the door handle, slowly drawing it down to let the door glide open.
Looking carefully out through the narrow opening, Jack cleared his throat. "Who's there?"
"Mr. O'Neill." The shadow moved into the light, revealing a very worried Senator Rogers.
"You alone, sir?" Jack cocked and eyebrow. He wasn't taking any chances, that was for sure, not after the previous day.
"I only have my own security guard with me," the Senator answered, looking a little impatient. "May we come in?"
Jack drew a deep breath and nodded, closing the door to unhook the security chain, before opening it again and letting the two men step inside.
"Where is my son, Mr. O'Neill?" Senator Rogers looked around the apartment, not finding what he was looking for.
"He's in the bathroom, sir." Jack tried to ignore the small hysterical voice in the back of his head, telling him that he was facing the father of the man with whom he'd spent most of the night having hot sex.
"Is he...?" Senator Rogers took a deep breath to steady himself. "I heard what happened."
"He's fine, sir." Jack squirmed a little, but finally tucked the gun down into the back of his jeans. "I'll go tell him you're here." Jack fled the living room, slipping into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
He surfaced half a minute later, gasping for breath. "Daniel, dammit, don't... not *now*!"
The younger man pulled back, a hurt expression on his face.
Jack's anger disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. He wasn't really angry with Daniel, at least no more than he was with himself. There was no way they could keep what had happened between them a secret, if neither could behave themselves. Reaching out to caress Daniel's smooth, freshly shaved cheek, Jack's voice was soft when he continued. "You have a guest."
"Who?" Daniel looked a little worried.
"Your father." Jack watched with fascination how emotions flickered over the expressive face, settling on worry.
"Oh shit." Daniel bit his lips.
Jack licked his own lips, forcing himself to *not* react. "Daniel?"
"I forgot to call him, and tell him about the attack yesterday."
Jack drew a deep breath and shook his head in disbelief. "How the hell could you forget to call your family and let them know you were okay?"
Daniel shot him an annoyed glare. "I was *busy*, Colonel, as you very well know."
Jack grinned involuntarily. "Yeah, plotting and scheming against me."
Daniel snorted as he took a step back, straightening his clothes. As if it would help. One look at the kiss bruised lips and no one could deny the fact of what they'd been doing. "I didn't hear you complaining."
"Well, no, of course not," Jack whispered into his ear, as Daniel opened the door. "Kinda hard to argue with your tongue down my throat."
Daniel stumbled into the living room, obviously trying hard to fight the rising blush on his face.
Senator Rogers walked quickly over to his son. "Daniel, are you okay?"
Daniel squirmed a little at the scrutiny he was put under. "I'm fine, Father."
Shaking his head in disbelief, the Senator grabbed Daniel's shoulders. "You didn't call to tell us about it, Daniel, we were told about it through so many different channels, we weren't sure what to believe and what not to." The old man sighed deeply. "You had your mother and me worried sick."
Daniel hung his head, looking for all the world like a little kid being told off for doing something bad. Jack knew they should have thought about it the day before, but he also understood Daniel. He hadn't known the man for very long, but he knew Daniel was headstrong and independent.
"Are you sure you're okay, Son?" Senator Rogers shook his son lightly. "You look flushed."
Daniel's face turned, if possible, even redder. Oh how Jack wished the earth would just open up and swallow him. Thank God, the men seemed to be ignoring him.
"The heat from the shower, Father, I'm really okay." Daniel's expression softened, turned worried. "I'm sorry I was inconsiderate and didn't call you about it." Daniel ran his fingers through his hair, not daring to look up at Jack. "It was all a little confusing -- I never expected the threats to be... this real."
Rogers took a deep breath. "I guess I can't convince you to cancel the speech this afternoon?"
Daniel shook his head, finally looking up, eyes burning with determination. "No, that would be the same as to letting them win, admitting defeat."
The Senator nodded. "Well, just keep O'Neill close to you, Son."
Jack looked up quickly, meeting the man's eyes. Uh-oh.
Rogers nodded briskly. "I fear to consider what might have happened if you hadn't been here, Mr. O'Neill."
Jack swallowed hard. "It's what you hired me for, sir." 'No sir, I'm *not* screwing your son... or letting him screw me.' Jack sighed with relief, inwardly, as the Senator returned his attention to his very wide eyed son.
Biting his lip, Jack just *knew* it was going to be a long day -- and he wasn't even thinking about the rally. Pfff, that would be *nothing* compared to facing Daniel's father.
------
the previous parts can be found here
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I like your Jack and Daniel unclothed. Mine I'm trying to get their pants back on until between Maternal Instinct and Crystal Skull!
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I feel for you, good luck with that -- they're like a pair of bunnies, going at it 24/7 *g*
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I like your Jack and Daniel unclothed. Mine I'm trying to get their pants back on until between Maternal Instinct and Crystal Skull!
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