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SG AU FIC - final parts -- still unedited, but it will eventually be *g*
Off to bed now *g*
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"Ja-ack," Daniel's voice carried into the kitchen.
"Yeah?" Jack grabbed the cups of coffee, returning to the living room. Jack put down the cups on the coffee table and sat down next to his lover.
"Listen." Daniel turned up the TV, and they watched as a familiar face was shown. The reporter explained that 'Simmons' had been interrogated, and investigations showed that he'd been paid to do the assassination attempt.
"Do they know by whom?"
Daniel shook his head. "No, but they are pretty sure that it's someone in the senate, as a lot of the evidence discovered pointed towards that."
"So, we're still going to have to watch your back." Jack reached out and put an arm around said back.
Daniel snuggled up against him. "Yeah, you'll just have to stay and... 'guard' me."
Jack shook his head. "I hate knowing that someone out there wants you dead."
Daniel turned his head and nuzzled Jack's neck. "Whoever it is, is going to keep a low profile for a very long time, Jack," came the muffled reply.
Jack nodded, turning his attention fully to Daniel, letting his hand glide up under the thin grey shirt. It had been a couple of days since the incident in Central Park and they were still licking their wounds, incognito, somewhere in Minnesota. A quiet hunting lodge belonging to an old friend of Daniel's father. They had been told by Senator Rogers to keep a low profile for a while. Or rather, for Daniel to keep a low profile, and for Jack to look after the man, keep him safe. And Jack still wasn't sure if the Senator knew about them.
Problem was, they'd been whisked away shortly after they'd been questioned by the police, their bags had been packed by the Senator's men -- and they'd been flown to a small private landing spot, put in separate cars and driven to the lodge.
It also meant that there'd been nothing for them to use when they'd wanted to assure each other just *how* alive they both were. No condoms and no lube, much to Daniel's chagrin. He'd argued that the extra virgin olive oil in the cupboard was an okay substitute, or the liquid soap in the shower. Jack had agreed, but he'd refused to go with Daniel's idea and risk penetration without condoms.
Only problem was, he was running out of plausible arguments and his resolve was beginning to waver. He wanted Daniel and he had no illusions as to Daniel now wanting the same.
"Mmm," Daniel wriggled to get a little closer. "Father called this morning."
"Yeah?"
"Just to hear how we were doing, and to tell that John's been released from the hospital -- it wasn't as serious as it looked."
"That's good news." Jack slipped a hand up under Daniel's shirt, stroking the smooth skin of his belly.
"Oh, please don't stop." Daniel squirmed a little. "Seems he even found something good in this mess."
"How's that?" Jack let his hand wander a little higher, pushing the shirt up.
Daniel sighed contentedly. "Mmm, seems the paramedic who whisked him off to the hospital was quite cute, according to John, anyway, and not entirely uninterested in spending a little time with John."
"So, we all live happily ever after?" Jack buried his face in Daniel's neck, tongue flickering out to lick the skin.
"Mmm, I hope so," Daniel arched up a little. The TV was quickly forgotten about as the cuddling and nuzzling took a more serious turn and their clothes were on the floor in no time. Jack moved them until he had Daniel pinned beneath him, the younger man grinning up at him, eyes alight with a thousand unsaid things.
"No," Jack said sternly.
"Jaaaack." Daniel pouted.
"I've told you time and time again," Jack ground down hard, "not. without. a. condom."
Instead of arguing with Jack, Daniel reached up and pulled Jack's head down for a spine melting kiss. It took Jack a few gulps of air and some damned hard brain work to force the issue. "Daniel, I said no."
Another kiss seriously endangered Jack's steely resolve, as did Daniel's whimpers and his squirming beneath Jack. Daniel shifted and Jack slid down between his legs, cock sliding naturally over Daniel's balls. As Daniel tilted his hips, Jack felt the tip of it glide over the puckered opening. Had to leave it to Daniel, when he wanted something, he worked until he got it. Jack was slightly choked to find the opening slick and more than ready for him. So that was why Daniel's shower ten minutes earlier had taken so damned long.
Pushing back a little, Jack tried to still his body's movements. "Daniel..."
"Jack, I'm yours and you're mine, I'm *not* considering other partners an option and neither are you." The blue eyes were dark and demanding and Jack knew that no matter how hard he fought it, Daniel would eventually win.
"We've already discussed this, Daniel..." Jack knew he was grasping for straws.
"No," Daniel growled, "you decided, not *we*." Daniel bit his lip then continued in an exasperated voice. "Don't be an ass, Jack, don't make me hold you down and fucking *sit* on you!"
"Look, Daniel..." Jack sighed deeply. "I know you're desperate, so am *I*." Jack pulled out of Daniel's embrace and off the couch. "I'm not having sex with you without a condom until we've both been tested." It was Jack's turn to sound exasperated. Then he looked down at the man sprawled on his back on the couch. Jack ground the heels of his hands against his closed eyes and growled in a low voice. "Dammit, Daniel, if I have to walk 10 fucking miles to the nearest store of any kind, to get condoms, I *will*."
Trust their luck that the Senator had been so much in a hurry, that he'd had someone bring their bags around and immediately after the shooting in Central Park, had had them whisked away to this desolate place. Meaning neither man had had the chance to bring along every little 'necessity'. Like condoms.
Daniel banged his fist into the couch. "You readily swallowed, why not..."
Jack shook his head as he picked up his jeans, searching his pockets for his wallet. He'd just have to hope that whatever store he could find would accept credit cards. "It's a calculated risk, Daniel, one that we shouldn't have taken." He looked up, eyes softening as he watched his frustrated lover. "I'll be back as fast as possible."
Looking morose, Daniel let out a deep sigh. "I'm sorry, Jack, it's just..."
"I know," Jack assured him. Checking his wallet before putting it back into his jeans, Jack froze. "Eh, Daniel?"
"Mmm?" came the muttered reply.
"Promise you won't kill me?" Jack felt an insane urge to laugh.
"Hmpf, even if I do resent having to wait with the sex until you've bought some condoms, I think killing you would be a bit harsh, don't you?" Daniel's voice was sullen and pouty.
"I..." Jack cleared his throat and tried again. "I think the trip can wait a little."
"What?!" Daniel's eyes flew open, anger simmering in them.
Jack didn't answer, he simply held up a small square for Daniel to see. Two seconds later he was hit with an armful of eager and very pissy Daniel.
Daniel didn't say anything, he simply bared his teeth, and grabbed Jack by the shoulders, throwing him down on the couch. "You, Jack O'Neill, are such an ass, I don't even *know* where to start." Furiously, Daniel tore the wrapper from Jack's hand.
Jack couldn't help the grin spreading on his face. It wasn't as if he'd done it on purpose, he'd just forgotten about that damned condom. Someone had given it to him at the rally, hell, they'd handed out condoms to everyone, to make a statement. And Jack had simply put it in his wallet, and forgotten all about it. Truth be told, he wasn't sure he'd have been able to hold out on Daniel for much longer, seeing his frustration was no less.
Daniel slapped Jack's hands away when the older man tried to help. "Mine," he growled, shooting Jack a threatening stare.
Jack might have laughed at this endearing display, if it wasn't for the fact he found it such a turn-on, he couldn't find his voice or his brain to offer a fitting comment to *that*.
Manhandling Jack again, Daniel made it perfectly clear that he wanted to have Jack on top of him and fast just wasn't fast enough. Jack was fairly sure he'd have bruised after Daniel's 'loving' handling.
"Hey!" he cried out as Daniel's long legs were hooked over his shoulders and he was yanked down. Who'd have thought someone bottoming could be so demanding and dominating? Not that Jack was complaining, mind, just stating the facts. And he wouldn't have it any other way. Daniel calling the shots was hotter than any sex he'd ever had and he was sure he'd never get bored with the sexual aspect of their relationship.
Leaning forward, Jack let Daniel's legs take some of the weight. For a moment he stopped, looming over Daniel. How the hell had he ever gotten so lucky? Daniel's hands were fluttering all over his body, fingers playing with his dog tags, tracing lightly, if trembling over his collarbone, down over his chest, tugging at the tags again.
"Sometime this week, Jack?" came the pitiful question. Daniel sounded broken, eyes wide as his entire demeanour changed gradually, as he lost his alpha attitude and nothing but pure heat and love shone in his eyes. One hand came up to cup Jack's cheek, thumb rubbing over his lips.
Jack simply nodded. There was no reason to tease or draw it out. It wasn't a game, never really had been to either of them. Fighting the urge to close his eyes as he slowly pushed inside, Jack put some of the weight on one hand, braced on the couch next to Daniel's head. With the other, he traced invisible patters across Daniel's chest and abs, drawing a deep pleasure-filled moan from the younger man.
Rubbing Daniel's stomach, Jack eased all the way inside, both their bodies stilling for a moment. Jack wanted to say something, even got as far as opening his mouth. Daniel's hand came up, lightly covering Jack's mouth, asking him to be silent.
Jack smiled against the fingers, watching a similar smile spread on Daniel's face below. Slick heat enveloped him, tight and welcoming. The initial desperate edge had been taken off, neither man in a hurry to end it too soon. Jack chuckled breathlessly at the thought of staying like that.
"Wha...?" Daniel tried to focus on him, blinking rapidly.
"You... you look like you're planning on staying like this for the rest of the day." Jack rocked lightly forward.
"Ca...can we?" Daniel asked, biting his lower lip.
"I'd love to, Daniel, but one of us will eventually get a cramp," Jack grinned.
Daniel tilted his head back and slipped his legs down off Jack's shoulders, groaning as the action had Jack shifting inside him. Reaching up, he put his hands on Jack's chest, palms flat and fingers fanned out. Daniel closed his eyes for a moment before giving Jack a radiant smile. "Make love to me?"
Jack's breath caught in his throat, leaving him unable to reply in words. He swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. Nothing he'd rather be doing. Nothing.
Slowly pulling out, Jack watched Daniel's face change from concentration to a soft smile. Jack couldn't help mirroring it as he carefully pushed back in, feeling Daniel arch up to meet him.
"More, Jack, please..." The words were whispered, voice hoarse.
Jack complied willingly, shifting a little, changing the angle as he drew back. When he pushed back in, he knew he'd hit right as Daniel's body convulsed, tremors running through the taut body under him.
Daniel's legs tightened around Jack's chest. "Again, please, *again*." Daniel stretched his arms up over his head, breathing quickening and eyes fluttering shut. The eyes stayed short for only a heartbeat, then the penetrating stare returned, as Daniel watched Jack move in and out, small whimpers escaping him whenever Jack hit his prostate.
"Come on, Daniel, let go, please Love..." The endearment escaped Jack before he could stop. Thing was, he didn't care, and couldn't bring himself to regret the slip when Daniel's mouth formed an 'O', eyes wide in surprise. Mumbled words left him as his mouth turned at the corners, a positively sappy smile on his face.
Jack leaned forward, carefully, noticing how the muscles in Daniel's arms flexed and the man lifted his hips a little more to ease the pressure. Jack found Daniel's firm lips in a soft kiss and when they broke it off a moment later, he picked up a few of the words escaping under his breath. "...Querido... Amante... Love... Lover..." Daniel's voice rose a little as he held Jack's gaze. "Love you, Jack, love you so much it hurts." The arms came back down, slipping around Jack's neck.
For a fleeting second Jack thought he might be hurting Daniel, physically, until he tasted salty tears mingling with their kisses. Ah, that kind of hurt... Jack could relate to that. He suspected it was the same thing welling up inside of him. They kept moving in perfect unison, hands exploring and mouths latched together, as if their very respiration depended upon their joined breath.
Almost in silent mutual agreement, they broke, both men panting, clinging to each other, movements getting more and more aggressive. Jack nipped at Daniel's bottom lip, revelling in the slide of his body against Daniel's, of sweat slick skin on skin...
"Da-Daniel, I'm..."
Daniel nodded frantically, digging his heels into the small of Jack's back, pushing up every time Jack pressed forward. Dextrous fingers slid across Jack's chest and a moment later, as Daniel pinched his nipples lightly, Jack came so hard he had to blink rapidly to keep sweat out of his eyes, to hold Daniel's gaze with his own.
Jack drove down, harder than he'd intended to, as Daniel's pulled him in with his legs and the wet heat spreading between them told Jack that he should take his time and gentle the frantic pace. Moaning deeply as Daniel tightened around him, Jack buried his face against Daniel's neck, still lightly pushing, but mostly trying to soothe the trembling of their bodies.
Daniel moaned in disappointment when Jack finally pulled out and discarded of the condom, but he quickly forgave him again, when the man returned with a blanket. Jack slid under it, snuggling up against Daniel's side. "Okay?"
"Mind blowing," mumbled Daniel. "You ea-earned the right to that smug grin," came the answer, broken mid-sentence by a heartfelt yawn.
It was getting dark outside and the only light in the lodge was the flickering bluish light from the TV. Jack considered reaching for the remote and shutting it off. Then he decided against it. Any shifting about would wake up his almost-but-not-quite-asleep lover. It could wait.
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Something drew Jack out of his contented state of sleep. Holding his breath, he strained his senses, searching for whatever might have woken him. There was no change in the slow rhythmic breathing under his head. Daniel was still asleep, hands resting on Jack's back and shoulder, holding him possessively in place. Jack allowed himself a small smile. Such short time, and he'd gotten used to this intimacy, love and...
There it had been again. Years of training kicked in as Jack grew surer of them not being alone anymore. Sliding his hand up, he covered Daniel's mouth before waking him. Jack stayed where he was. They might not be alone and there was no reason to give away that he knew. It was dark outside, and not much light inside the cabin either. Daniel didn't say a word, but his tongue flickered out to play against Jack's palm. Pushing himself up to level with Daniel, Jack shushed him, giving his arm a warning squeeze.
Daniel caught the idea immediately, of course not knowing what was going on, but trusting Jack enough to let him lead the show. Jack lifted his hand and slowly slid off the couch, making his way slowly towards the table where he'd left his gun. The 9MM Beretta was still in the bedroom with the rest of his stuff, but he was paranoid enough to constantly keep the smaller gun fitting the thigh holster handily within reach all the time.
Feeling he didn't have the time for it, Jack didn't bother getting dressed before moving across the room, keeping quiet and falling back into the practised ease of a seasoned soldier. The small gun felt heavy in his hands as he paused to listen again, praying that his lover would stay where he was, keeping from drawing attention to himself.
Jack slid down next to the window, trying to make out anything in the shadows of the night outside, without luck. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. He turned and stayed crouched as he slowly moved next to the door, slowly pulling it open a few inches, then a little more. Nothing.
Then suddenly a voice broke the silence. "There is no reason for you to hide, Colonel."
Jack felt his heart beat a little faster, but he stayed still.
"We know you're armed, so I advise you put down the gun and come out here where we can see you." The voice sounded a little too smug for Jack's liking, but there was really nothing he could do. If they tried to get him and Daniel out by force, there was a bigger danger of injuring Daniel than there would be if he walked out there at the moment. A calculated risk, at least this way he could get some idea of how many there were.
"We aren't here for you, Colonel, we only want your client."
Jack froze, halfway between crouching and standing. "Why should I let you have him?" Jack tried not to let worry seep into his voice. "He's a client, I take pride in a job well-done -- I don't leave anyone behind, I have sworn to protect Doctor Jackson."
"You must understand, O'Neill, our business is not with you, but the young man who wouldn't listen to warnings or threats."
Jack's eyes had adjusted sufficiently to the dark for him to make out three figures outside. "What are you going to do with him?"
"Oh, Colonel, don't worry your head over that. We'll simply make sure the queer gets what is coming to him."
Cold sweat chilled Jack as he realised no matter what he did, he would be risking Daniel. "I can't let you do that." Jack's voice was lazed with steel. Whatever happened he wouldn't let them get to Daniel.
"Then you leave us no choice, Colonel," the man didn't seem overly sad by that aspect.
Jack heard the safety being taken off two guns and drew a deep breath before sending a silent prayer to whomever might be listening and then let a shot fly out the door before throwing himself across the porch to crouch next to the railing, firing another shot.
Wood from the railing splintered around him as amazingly the third man missed. Two shots, five left. Jack kept count before firing two shots rapidly without full aim. A low grunt told him, he'd hit *someone*.
"O'Neill, why are you insisting on doing this the hard way?" The speaker sounded a little annoyed. "With a military background you should be able to see things from our point of view."
"What the hell do you mean by that?" Jack tried to make out the shadow. One fully down, one obviously wounded and the speaker... had moved back a bit, seeking cover. Three shots left. Another round of shots had wooden splinters flying again and Jack felt the sting of one grazing his temple, warm blood trickling down over his cheek.
"The military don't like queer, Colonel, and I'd like to see it stay that way, in fact, I'd like the Senate to learn from that."
Jack growled low in his throat. "That makes one of us, Mister."
"Why Colonel? Don't tell me the Doctor has charmed his way inside..."
"Don't even *think* it, bastard." Jack was beginning to feel nicely pissy. A quick check, and Jack took out the last guy with a gun. At least he hoped it was the last guy. The speaker didn't seem to be carrying any weapons, but one could never know. Jack heard the man swearing.
"Mr. O'Neill, last chance to hand over the queer." The click of a safety rang through the night. Two shots left...
Jack took the chance and shot at the man, but failed to hit, as the other was hiding behind a tree. One shot left...
Every fibre in Jack's body was screaming for him to get it right in that one last shot, to draw the man out.
"Why don't you give up, Colonel, you can't have many shots left."
"If I do?" God, Daniel, stay in the lodge, stay inside, this isn't going to be pretty.
"You may walk away, Colonel, just leave the Doctor to me."
'No way in hell.' "Give me a moment to consider it." Jack's mind was racing, trying to buy him a little time to think. Taking a deep breath, he slowly stood. It was make or break. One shot left. One chance to take out the man who was threatening Daniel, who was threatening Jack's chance of having a little happiness in his life. All seemingly because of a problem with gays.
"Wise decision, Colonel." The other man stepped out from his hideaway, reaching out for the gun. Jack moved as if to hand it over, when instead he quickly levelled it and shot at the man's heart. The other man staggered, then fell to the ground without another word.
Jack felt his knees tremble as he watched the man at his feet. Cell phone. Daniel had one, they should call authorities, the Senator... Jack moved forward to check on his opponent, only to find a gun aimed at him. *Fuck*, he'd lost focus for a moment.
"Wrong move, Colonel," spat the man, obviously in pain. He kept the gun trained on Jack as he stood, slow and painfully. "Now, step back for a moment, and do be a good soldier and call Doctor Jackson out here."
Jack stubbornly shook his head. No. Way. In. Hell.
"Colonel, last chance..."
"I'd rather die a happy queer than a bitter, lonely soldier." Jack held his arms out, lips pursed, a menacing smile on his face. 'I'm sorry, Daniel, I'm *so* sorry.'
A shot rang through the woods, and Jack realised as he opened his eyes, that he was still very much alive. Slowly turning, he found Daniel standing on the porch, naked as the day he'd been born, Jack's 9MM held out in front of him, a pained expression on his face.
"Daniel...?" Jack knew better than to rush to his lover's side.
"I..." Daniel's voice faltered. "It seemed like a good idea..."
Jack finally moved, slowly, towards the other man. Two steps up to the porch, and he gently pried the gun from Daniel's trembling hands. Placing the gun on the railing, Jack drew Daniel into a warm, comforting hug. "I'm sorry you had to shoot a man, Daniel, I truly am."
"I'll... survive, I think... eventually." Daniel's words were muffled as his face was buried against Jack's neck.
"We... Daniel, we need to call authorities and your father."
Daniel drew back a little, blue eyes burning into Jack's. "My father's going to be stunned beyond words."
Jack pulled him back into his arms. "At what?"
"Kinsey." Daniel drew a deep sigh. "The man I just shot was Senator Kinsey."
Jack drew a sharp breath.
"Well, he never did like me much," Daniel noted dryly.
Jack didn't say anything. Were they finally really safe? Or would there be others? But it made sense, they'd said on the news that Simmons had gotten orders from a higher place. Turned out this higher place was Senator Kinsey.
"Thanks for saving my life, Daniel." Jack rocked them slowly from side to side.
"Re-remind me to thank my father for forcing me to take shooting lessons," mumbled the younger man.
Jack tightened his hold on Daniel. "You gonna be okay?"
Daniel nodded hesitantly against Jack's skin. "I... think so, yes." They stood in silence for a moment. "Jack?"
"Mmm?"
"Think it's over now?"
"I hope so, Daniel, I hope so." Jack rubbed the small of Daniel's back soothingly.
"So... I won't need a bodyguard anymore?" Daniel sounded... sad.
Jack realised where the man was getting to. "Don't even think about it, Daniel, I'm staying, with you..." He paused. "If you want me to."
Shivering a little in the chill night air, Daniel burrowed closer. "We need to convince my father that we need to keep you around... I need you."
"We need to tell him, Daniel." Jack gently pulled back, leading Daniel inside, closing the door on the bad memories outside.
Daniel sighed deeply as he moved to retrieve his cell. "I know." He went over to the couch, dragging Jack with him. He pushed the older man down onto the couch and curled up against him before hitting speed-dial.
It was going to be a long night, but Jack was confident that there was a light at the end of the tunnel. He was definitely not letting Daniel go without a fight. Jack could hear the dial up tone. "I love you," he whispered, closing his eyes, feeling heat swell and press behind his lids as he leaned his head against Daniel's neck.
Daniel moved as if he could get any closer before whispering back, voice low, but sure. "Love you too, Jack." Before the phone was answered at the other end, Jack caught the words, barely audible. "Never leave me."
"Never," Jack mouthed against Daniel's bare skin. Daniel's body relaxed against him. He'd heard Jack's answer and no matter what the world would throw at them, together they'd cope.
FIN
other parts can be found here
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"Ja-ack," Daniel's voice carried into the kitchen.
"Yeah?" Jack grabbed the cups of coffee, returning to the living room. Jack put down the cups on the coffee table and sat down next to his lover.
"Listen." Daniel turned up the TV, and they watched as a familiar face was shown. The reporter explained that 'Simmons' had been interrogated, and investigations showed that he'd been paid to do the assassination attempt.
"Do they know by whom?"
Daniel shook his head. "No, but they are pretty sure that it's someone in the senate, as a lot of the evidence discovered pointed towards that."
"So, we're still going to have to watch your back." Jack reached out and put an arm around said back.
Daniel snuggled up against him. "Yeah, you'll just have to stay and... 'guard' me."
Jack shook his head. "I hate knowing that someone out there wants you dead."
Daniel turned his head and nuzzled Jack's neck. "Whoever it is, is going to keep a low profile for a very long time, Jack," came the muffled reply.
Jack nodded, turning his attention fully to Daniel, letting his hand glide up under the thin grey shirt. It had been a couple of days since the incident in Central Park and they were still licking their wounds, incognito, somewhere in Minnesota. A quiet hunting lodge belonging to an old friend of Daniel's father. They had been told by Senator Rogers to keep a low profile for a while. Or rather, for Daniel to keep a low profile, and for Jack to look after the man, keep him safe. And Jack still wasn't sure if the Senator knew about them.
Problem was, they'd been whisked away shortly after they'd been questioned by the police, their bags had been packed by the Senator's men -- and they'd been flown to a small private landing spot, put in separate cars and driven to the lodge.
It also meant that there'd been nothing for them to use when they'd wanted to assure each other just *how* alive they both were. No condoms and no lube, much to Daniel's chagrin. He'd argued that the extra virgin olive oil in the cupboard was an okay substitute, or the liquid soap in the shower. Jack had agreed, but he'd refused to go with Daniel's idea and risk penetration without condoms.
Only problem was, he was running out of plausible arguments and his resolve was beginning to waver. He wanted Daniel and he had no illusions as to Daniel now wanting the same.
"Mmm," Daniel wriggled to get a little closer. "Father called this morning."
"Yeah?"
"Just to hear how we were doing, and to tell that John's been released from the hospital -- it wasn't as serious as it looked."
"That's good news." Jack slipped a hand up under Daniel's shirt, stroking the smooth skin of his belly.
"Oh, please don't stop." Daniel squirmed a little. "Seems he even found something good in this mess."
"How's that?" Jack let his hand wander a little higher, pushing the shirt up.
Daniel sighed contentedly. "Mmm, seems the paramedic who whisked him off to the hospital was quite cute, according to John, anyway, and not entirely uninterested in spending a little time with John."
"So, we all live happily ever after?" Jack buried his face in Daniel's neck, tongue flickering out to lick the skin.
"Mmm, I hope so," Daniel arched up a little. The TV was quickly forgotten about as the cuddling and nuzzling took a more serious turn and their clothes were on the floor in no time. Jack moved them until he had Daniel pinned beneath him, the younger man grinning up at him, eyes alight with a thousand unsaid things.
"No," Jack said sternly.
"Jaaaack." Daniel pouted.
"I've told you time and time again," Jack ground down hard, "not. without. a. condom."
Instead of arguing with Jack, Daniel reached up and pulled Jack's head down for a spine melting kiss. It took Jack a few gulps of air and some damned hard brain work to force the issue. "Daniel, I said no."
Another kiss seriously endangered Jack's steely resolve, as did Daniel's whimpers and his squirming beneath Jack. Daniel shifted and Jack slid down between his legs, cock sliding naturally over Daniel's balls. As Daniel tilted his hips, Jack felt the tip of it glide over the puckered opening. Had to leave it to Daniel, when he wanted something, he worked until he got it. Jack was slightly choked to find the opening slick and more than ready for him. So that was why Daniel's shower ten minutes earlier had taken so damned long.
Pushing back a little, Jack tried to still his body's movements. "Daniel..."
"Jack, I'm yours and you're mine, I'm *not* considering other partners an option and neither are you." The blue eyes were dark and demanding and Jack knew that no matter how hard he fought it, Daniel would eventually win.
"We've already discussed this, Daniel..." Jack knew he was grasping for straws.
"No," Daniel growled, "you decided, not *we*." Daniel bit his lip then continued in an exasperated voice. "Don't be an ass, Jack, don't make me hold you down and fucking *sit* on you!"
"Look, Daniel..." Jack sighed deeply. "I know you're desperate, so am *I*." Jack pulled out of Daniel's embrace and off the couch. "I'm not having sex with you without a condom until we've both been tested." It was Jack's turn to sound exasperated. Then he looked down at the man sprawled on his back on the couch. Jack ground the heels of his hands against his closed eyes and growled in a low voice. "Dammit, Daniel, if I have to walk 10 fucking miles to the nearest store of any kind, to get condoms, I *will*."
Trust their luck that the Senator had been so much in a hurry, that he'd had someone bring their bags around and immediately after the shooting in Central Park, had had them whisked away to this desolate place. Meaning neither man had had the chance to bring along every little 'necessity'. Like condoms.
Daniel banged his fist into the couch. "You readily swallowed, why not..."
Jack shook his head as he picked up his jeans, searching his pockets for his wallet. He'd just have to hope that whatever store he could find would accept credit cards. "It's a calculated risk, Daniel, one that we shouldn't have taken." He looked up, eyes softening as he watched his frustrated lover. "I'll be back as fast as possible."
Looking morose, Daniel let out a deep sigh. "I'm sorry, Jack, it's just..."
"I know," Jack assured him. Checking his wallet before putting it back into his jeans, Jack froze. "Eh, Daniel?"
"Mmm?" came the muttered reply.
"Promise you won't kill me?" Jack felt an insane urge to laugh.
"Hmpf, even if I do resent having to wait with the sex until you've bought some condoms, I think killing you would be a bit harsh, don't you?" Daniel's voice was sullen and pouty.
"I..." Jack cleared his throat and tried again. "I think the trip can wait a little."
"What?!" Daniel's eyes flew open, anger simmering in them.
Jack didn't answer, he simply held up a small square for Daniel to see. Two seconds later he was hit with an armful of eager and very pissy Daniel.
Daniel didn't say anything, he simply bared his teeth, and grabbed Jack by the shoulders, throwing him down on the couch. "You, Jack O'Neill, are such an ass, I don't even *know* where to start." Furiously, Daniel tore the wrapper from Jack's hand.
Jack couldn't help the grin spreading on his face. It wasn't as if he'd done it on purpose, he'd just forgotten about that damned condom. Someone had given it to him at the rally, hell, they'd handed out condoms to everyone, to make a statement. And Jack had simply put it in his wallet, and forgotten all about it. Truth be told, he wasn't sure he'd have been able to hold out on Daniel for much longer, seeing his frustration was no less.
Daniel slapped Jack's hands away when the older man tried to help. "Mine," he growled, shooting Jack a threatening stare.
Jack might have laughed at this endearing display, if it wasn't for the fact he found it such a turn-on, he couldn't find his voice or his brain to offer a fitting comment to *that*.
Manhandling Jack again, Daniel made it perfectly clear that he wanted to have Jack on top of him and fast just wasn't fast enough. Jack was fairly sure he'd have bruised after Daniel's 'loving' handling.
"Hey!" he cried out as Daniel's long legs were hooked over his shoulders and he was yanked down. Who'd have thought someone bottoming could be so demanding and dominating? Not that Jack was complaining, mind, just stating the facts. And he wouldn't have it any other way. Daniel calling the shots was hotter than any sex he'd ever had and he was sure he'd never get bored with the sexual aspect of their relationship.
Leaning forward, Jack let Daniel's legs take some of the weight. For a moment he stopped, looming over Daniel. How the hell had he ever gotten so lucky? Daniel's hands were fluttering all over his body, fingers playing with his dog tags, tracing lightly, if trembling over his collarbone, down over his chest, tugging at the tags again.
"Sometime this week, Jack?" came the pitiful question. Daniel sounded broken, eyes wide as his entire demeanour changed gradually, as he lost his alpha attitude and nothing but pure heat and love shone in his eyes. One hand came up to cup Jack's cheek, thumb rubbing over his lips.
Jack simply nodded. There was no reason to tease or draw it out. It wasn't a game, never really had been to either of them. Fighting the urge to close his eyes as he slowly pushed inside, Jack put some of the weight on one hand, braced on the couch next to Daniel's head. With the other, he traced invisible patters across Daniel's chest and abs, drawing a deep pleasure-filled moan from the younger man.
Rubbing Daniel's stomach, Jack eased all the way inside, both their bodies stilling for a moment. Jack wanted to say something, even got as far as opening his mouth. Daniel's hand came up, lightly covering Jack's mouth, asking him to be silent.
Jack smiled against the fingers, watching a similar smile spread on Daniel's face below. Slick heat enveloped him, tight and welcoming. The initial desperate edge had been taken off, neither man in a hurry to end it too soon. Jack chuckled breathlessly at the thought of staying like that.
"Wha...?" Daniel tried to focus on him, blinking rapidly.
"You... you look like you're planning on staying like this for the rest of the day." Jack rocked lightly forward.
"Ca...can we?" Daniel asked, biting his lower lip.
"I'd love to, Daniel, but one of us will eventually get a cramp," Jack grinned.
Daniel tilted his head back and slipped his legs down off Jack's shoulders, groaning as the action had Jack shifting inside him. Reaching up, he put his hands on Jack's chest, palms flat and fingers fanned out. Daniel closed his eyes for a moment before giving Jack a radiant smile. "Make love to me?"
Jack's breath caught in his throat, leaving him unable to reply in words. He swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. Nothing he'd rather be doing. Nothing.
Slowly pulling out, Jack watched Daniel's face change from concentration to a soft smile. Jack couldn't help mirroring it as he carefully pushed back in, feeling Daniel arch up to meet him.
"More, Jack, please..." The words were whispered, voice hoarse.
Jack complied willingly, shifting a little, changing the angle as he drew back. When he pushed back in, he knew he'd hit right as Daniel's body convulsed, tremors running through the taut body under him.
Daniel's legs tightened around Jack's chest. "Again, please, *again*." Daniel stretched his arms up over his head, breathing quickening and eyes fluttering shut. The eyes stayed short for only a heartbeat, then the penetrating stare returned, as Daniel watched Jack move in and out, small whimpers escaping him whenever Jack hit his prostate.
"Come on, Daniel, let go, please Love..." The endearment escaped Jack before he could stop. Thing was, he didn't care, and couldn't bring himself to regret the slip when Daniel's mouth formed an 'O', eyes wide in surprise. Mumbled words left him as his mouth turned at the corners, a positively sappy smile on his face.
Jack leaned forward, carefully, noticing how the muscles in Daniel's arms flexed and the man lifted his hips a little more to ease the pressure. Jack found Daniel's firm lips in a soft kiss and when they broke it off a moment later, he picked up a few of the words escaping under his breath. "...Querido... Amante... Love... Lover..." Daniel's voice rose a little as he held Jack's gaze. "Love you, Jack, love you so much it hurts." The arms came back down, slipping around Jack's neck.
For a fleeting second Jack thought he might be hurting Daniel, physically, until he tasted salty tears mingling with their kisses. Ah, that kind of hurt... Jack could relate to that. He suspected it was the same thing welling up inside of him. They kept moving in perfect unison, hands exploring and mouths latched together, as if their very respiration depended upon their joined breath.
Almost in silent mutual agreement, they broke, both men panting, clinging to each other, movements getting more and more aggressive. Jack nipped at Daniel's bottom lip, revelling in the slide of his body against Daniel's, of sweat slick skin on skin...
"Da-Daniel, I'm..."
Daniel nodded frantically, digging his heels into the small of Jack's back, pushing up every time Jack pressed forward. Dextrous fingers slid across Jack's chest and a moment later, as Daniel pinched his nipples lightly, Jack came so hard he had to blink rapidly to keep sweat out of his eyes, to hold Daniel's gaze with his own.
Jack drove down, harder than he'd intended to, as Daniel's pulled him in with his legs and the wet heat spreading between them told Jack that he should take his time and gentle the frantic pace. Moaning deeply as Daniel tightened around him, Jack buried his face against Daniel's neck, still lightly pushing, but mostly trying to soothe the trembling of their bodies.
Daniel moaned in disappointment when Jack finally pulled out and discarded of the condom, but he quickly forgave him again, when the man returned with a blanket. Jack slid under it, snuggling up against Daniel's side. "Okay?"
"Mind blowing," mumbled Daniel. "You ea-earned the right to that smug grin," came the answer, broken mid-sentence by a heartfelt yawn.
It was getting dark outside and the only light in the lodge was the flickering bluish light from the TV. Jack considered reaching for the remote and shutting it off. Then he decided against it. Any shifting about would wake up his almost-but-not-quite-asleep lover. It could wait.
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Something drew Jack out of his contented state of sleep. Holding his breath, he strained his senses, searching for whatever might have woken him. There was no change in the slow rhythmic breathing under his head. Daniel was still asleep, hands resting on Jack's back and shoulder, holding him possessively in place. Jack allowed himself a small smile. Such short time, and he'd gotten used to this intimacy, love and...
There it had been again. Years of training kicked in as Jack grew surer of them not being alone anymore. Sliding his hand up, he covered Daniel's mouth before waking him. Jack stayed where he was. They might not be alone and there was no reason to give away that he knew. It was dark outside, and not much light inside the cabin either. Daniel didn't say a word, but his tongue flickered out to play against Jack's palm. Pushing himself up to level with Daniel, Jack shushed him, giving his arm a warning squeeze.
Daniel caught the idea immediately, of course not knowing what was going on, but trusting Jack enough to let him lead the show. Jack lifted his hand and slowly slid off the couch, making his way slowly towards the table where he'd left his gun. The 9MM Beretta was still in the bedroom with the rest of his stuff, but he was paranoid enough to constantly keep the smaller gun fitting the thigh holster handily within reach all the time.
Feeling he didn't have the time for it, Jack didn't bother getting dressed before moving across the room, keeping quiet and falling back into the practised ease of a seasoned soldier. The small gun felt heavy in his hands as he paused to listen again, praying that his lover would stay where he was, keeping from drawing attention to himself.
Jack slid down next to the window, trying to make out anything in the shadows of the night outside, without luck. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. He turned and stayed crouched as he slowly moved next to the door, slowly pulling it open a few inches, then a little more. Nothing.
Then suddenly a voice broke the silence. "There is no reason for you to hide, Colonel."
Jack felt his heart beat a little faster, but he stayed still.
"We know you're armed, so I advise you put down the gun and come out here where we can see you." The voice sounded a little too smug for Jack's liking, but there was really nothing he could do. If they tried to get him and Daniel out by force, there was a bigger danger of injuring Daniel than there would be if he walked out there at the moment. A calculated risk, at least this way he could get some idea of how many there were.
"We aren't here for you, Colonel, we only want your client."
Jack froze, halfway between crouching and standing. "Why should I let you have him?" Jack tried not to let worry seep into his voice. "He's a client, I take pride in a job well-done -- I don't leave anyone behind, I have sworn to protect Doctor Jackson."
"You must understand, O'Neill, our business is not with you, but the young man who wouldn't listen to warnings or threats."
Jack's eyes had adjusted sufficiently to the dark for him to make out three figures outside. "What are you going to do with him?"
"Oh, Colonel, don't worry your head over that. We'll simply make sure the queer gets what is coming to him."
Cold sweat chilled Jack as he realised no matter what he did, he would be risking Daniel. "I can't let you do that." Jack's voice was lazed with steel. Whatever happened he wouldn't let them get to Daniel.
"Then you leave us no choice, Colonel," the man didn't seem overly sad by that aspect.
Jack heard the safety being taken off two guns and drew a deep breath before sending a silent prayer to whomever might be listening and then let a shot fly out the door before throwing himself across the porch to crouch next to the railing, firing another shot.
Wood from the railing splintered around him as amazingly the third man missed. Two shots, five left. Jack kept count before firing two shots rapidly without full aim. A low grunt told him, he'd hit *someone*.
"O'Neill, why are you insisting on doing this the hard way?" The speaker sounded a little annoyed. "With a military background you should be able to see things from our point of view."
"What the hell do you mean by that?" Jack tried to make out the shadow. One fully down, one obviously wounded and the speaker... had moved back a bit, seeking cover. Three shots left. Another round of shots had wooden splinters flying again and Jack felt the sting of one grazing his temple, warm blood trickling down over his cheek.
"The military don't like queer, Colonel, and I'd like to see it stay that way, in fact, I'd like the Senate to learn from that."
Jack growled low in his throat. "That makes one of us, Mister."
"Why Colonel? Don't tell me the Doctor has charmed his way inside..."
"Don't even *think* it, bastard." Jack was beginning to feel nicely pissy. A quick check, and Jack took out the last guy with a gun. At least he hoped it was the last guy. The speaker didn't seem to be carrying any weapons, but one could never know. Jack heard the man swearing.
"Mr. O'Neill, last chance to hand over the queer." The click of a safety rang through the night. Two shots left...
Jack took the chance and shot at the man, but failed to hit, as the other was hiding behind a tree. One shot left...
Every fibre in Jack's body was screaming for him to get it right in that one last shot, to draw the man out.
"Why don't you give up, Colonel, you can't have many shots left."
"If I do?" God, Daniel, stay in the lodge, stay inside, this isn't going to be pretty.
"You may walk away, Colonel, just leave the Doctor to me."
'No way in hell.' "Give me a moment to consider it." Jack's mind was racing, trying to buy him a little time to think. Taking a deep breath, he slowly stood. It was make or break. One shot left. One chance to take out the man who was threatening Daniel, who was threatening Jack's chance of having a little happiness in his life. All seemingly because of a problem with gays.
"Wise decision, Colonel." The other man stepped out from his hideaway, reaching out for the gun. Jack moved as if to hand it over, when instead he quickly levelled it and shot at the man's heart. The other man staggered, then fell to the ground without another word.
Jack felt his knees tremble as he watched the man at his feet. Cell phone. Daniel had one, they should call authorities, the Senator... Jack moved forward to check on his opponent, only to find a gun aimed at him. *Fuck*, he'd lost focus for a moment.
"Wrong move, Colonel," spat the man, obviously in pain. He kept the gun trained on Jack as he stood, slow and painfully. "Now, step back for a moment, and do be a good soldier and call Doctor Jackson out here."
Jack stubbornly shook his head. No. Way. In. Hell.
"Colonel, last chance..."
"I'd rather die a happy queer than a bitter, lonely soldier." Jack held his arms out, lips pursed, a menacing smile on his face. 'I'm sorry, Daniel, I'm *so* sorry.'
A shot rang through the woods, and Jack realised as he opened his eyes, that he was still very much alive. Slowly turning, he found Daniel standing on the porch, naked as the day he'd been born, Jack's 9MM held out in front of him, a pained expression on his face.
"Daniel...?" Jack knew better than to rush to his lover's side.
"I..." Daniel's voice faltered. "It seemed like a good idea..."
Jack finally moved, slowly, towards the other man. Two steps up to the porch, and he gently pried the gun from Daniel's trembling hands. Placing the gun on the railing, Jack drew Daniel into a warm, comforting hug. "I'm sorry you had to shoot a man, Daniel, I truly am."
"I'll... survive, I think... eventually." Daniel's words were muffled as his face was buried against Jack's neck.
"We... Daniel, we need to call authorities and your father."
Daniel drew back a little, blue eyes burning into Jack's. "My father's going to be stunned beyond words."
Jack pulled him back into his arms. "At what?"
"Kinsey." Daniel drew a deep sigh. "The man I just shot was Senator Kinsey."
Jack drew a sharp breath.
"Well, he never did like me much," Daniel noted dryly.
Jack didn't say anything. Were they finally really safe? Or would there be others? But it made sense, they'd said on the news that Simmons had gotten orders from a higher place. Turned out this higher place was Senator Kinsey.
"Thanks for saving my life, Daniel." Jack rocked them slowly from side to side.
"Re-remind me to thank my father for forcing me to take shooting lessons," mumbled the younger man.
Jack tightened his hold on Daniel. "You gonna be okay?"
Daniel nodded hesitantly against Jack's skin. "I... think so, yes." They stood in silence for a moment. "Jack?"
"Mmm?"
"Think it's over now?"
"I hope so, Daniel, I hope so." Jack rubbed the small of Daniel's back soothingly.
"So... I won't need a bodyguard anymore?" Daniel sounded... sad.
Jack realised where the man was getting to. "Don't even think about it, Daniel, I'm staying, with you..." He paused. "If you want me to."
Shivering a little in the chill night air, Daniel burrowed closer. "We need to convince my father that we need to keep you around... I need you."
"We need to tell him, Daniel." Jack gently pulled back, leading Daniel inside, closing the door on the bad memories outside.
Daniel sighed deeply as he moved to retrieve his cell. "I know." He went over to the couch, dragging Jack with him. He pushed the older man down onto the couch and curled up against him before hitting speed-dial.
It was going to be a long night, but Jack was confident that there was a light at the end of the tunnel. He was definitely not letting Daniel go without a fight. Jack could hear the dial up tone. "I love you," he whispered, closing his eyes, feeling heat swell and press behind his lids as he leaned his head against Daniel's neck.
Daniel moved as if he could get any closer before whispering back, voice low, but sure. "Love you too, Jack." Before the phone was answered at the other end, Jack caught the words, barely audible. "Never leave me."
"Never," Jack mouthed against Daniel's bare skin. Daniel's body relaxed against him. He'd heard Jack's answer and no matter what the world would throw at them, together they'd cope.
FIN
other parts can be found here
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Woohoo! I managed to make a nice day, then *g*
glad you enjoyed it all the way to the end ^_^
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So glad you were enjoying it -- hope my beta doe too, because this ended up being one LONG story *g* -- Thanks for sticking with me through it all, every encouragement kept me going until I'd finished it.
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Thanks, hon. Anytime *g*
And I'm sorry for keeping you out of bed ^_^
Fic tends to do the same to me...