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WIP Amnesty day
I... had sorta decided against doing this, but heck, why not: I give you:
WiP Amnesty
It'll probably end up being the middle of some fic... eventually *g*:
Daniel sighed as he burrowed deeper into the couch. Talk about UST! With emphasis on unresolved. Neither man seemed prepared to risk what they had, but even Daniel could see that it wouldn't work for much longer.
A noise from the kitchen told him that Jack wouldn't be long, having volunteered to make them coffee. Daniel shot the empty bottle of whiskey a look. Maybe Jack wanted to talk tonight, since the coffee had been his idea.
Looking up, Daniel found Jack standing in the entrance to the kitchen, watching him with an unreadable expression on his face. As their eyes met, he treated Daniel to a small smile. Oh yeah, it seemed they might actually end up finally solving the problem, though not the way Daniel hoped.
Disappearing back into the kitchen, Jack left Daniel once again to his own thoughts. Who'd have thought that Jack O'Neill would want to solve the problem with talk and he, as a linguist wanted to take a more... physical approach.
As Jack finally joined him on the couch, Daniel realized just *how* physical he'd like it to get, if he could ever convince Jack to participate. Which he probably couldn't – resignedly settling back, he tried to concentrate on the TV.
Daniel was a little startled as an arm suddenly dropped awkwardly around his shoulders and resisted for a moment as Jack drew him closer. Jack, unfortunately, took that as a sign of him making a mistake, and the arm was quickly withdrawn.
Blinking rapidly, Daniel opened his eyes, turned his head to look at Jack's arm before taking the other man's hand and pulling the arm up around his shoulders again. Daniel was a little surprised to feel Jack's tension for a moment before the strong body relaxed as Daniel settled against it.
It was... nice. Sitting like that, leaning against Jack. Too bad Daniel really wanted more, but he was afraid to scare away Jack, give him the idea that it was a mistake. Daniel felt the tension slowly seeping from his own body. At least the uncomfortable part of if. There was still the pleasant tingle and hope of what might happen later. If he was lucky.
Daniel snuggled up even closer, deciding that he'd try and take things as they came. Sliding down a little, Daniel settled with his head resting on Jack's chest, low enough to let him listen to the ::thu-thud:: of the man's heart.
"Daniel?" Jack sounded... hesitant.
"It's... it's okay, Jack, really." Daniel didn't move his head, afraid to break the moment. His eyes fluttered shut as the minutes ticked by, accompanied by the steady beat of Jack's heart. Daniel couldn't help the tightening of his muscles, as Jack's hand slid down over his chest to rest on Daniel's abdomen, feather-light touch, yet warm and heavy; rising with each breath of air he took.
Daniel sighed contentedly. Even if he'd voted for going fast forward, he liked what they were doing. As the fingers began rubbing, making his shirt slide over his skin, Daniel decided he liked it very much.
Jack suddenly stopped, but he kept his hand where it was. Daniel put his hand over Jack's, caressing his wrist and lower arm. He couldn't help shivering as he felt Jack's warm breath bursting against his neck, right below the ear where the skin was particularly sensitive.
Finally, Daniel turned his head, to brush his lips against Jack's, lightly.
Jack whispered, voice hoarse, "We need to talk, Daniel..."
"Later," Daniel replied, barely audible.
"Seriously, Daniel, please..." Jack didn't sound as if he was particularly interested in it either. Still, the man was unnaturally stubborn.
Daniel wasn't sure of what to say, but he couldn't help the sigh escaping him as he looked up at Jack.
"I... I just don't want to go too fast," Jack finally admitted, his thumb doing lazy circles on Daniel's stomach.
Daniel frowned, burying his face against Jack's neck. It wasn't as if he didn't understand, he pretty much felt the same way, only, Daniel was far too curious to let it interfere. "So... you're unsure how to continue, *if* we should continue, right?"
"Kinda..." Jack grinned nervously. "I'm no blushing virgin, but I've never been with a man."
Daniel drew a deep breath, taking in Jack's scent. Shower gel, shampoo, musk-like smell of the mixture of warm skin and something Daniel couldn't quite put his finger on. "What would you do if I were a woman...? What would you *like* to do?" Daniel finally asked.
Hesitating for a moment, Jack gently pulled at Daniel's shoulders, urging him back a little, searching his face. "This?" He leaned forward, soft brush at the corner of Daniel's mouth. "And this?" Jack's fingers curled under Daniel's chin, tilting his head a little, giving the other corner the same treatment.
Jack's other hand rested lightly on Daniel's hip while the one under his chin slid down over his shoulder and down over his chest, brushing a nipple, making Daniel gasp. Jack moved his hand away, as if he'd been burned.
Daniel caught his hand, pushing it back towards the same spot, encouraging the older man, desperate to feel the sudden jolt of pleasure again.
"Daniel?" Jack swallowed hard.
Daniel shook his head, tipping his head to lightly run his tongue over Jack's bottom lip. Jack groaned and tried to catch Daniel's tongue. The action spurred Daniel on. He moved to deepen the kiss at the same time as Jack, budding noses a couple of times, until Daniel cupped Jack's chin, holding his head still. The rest was almost too easy, tongues brushing, awkwardly fighting for the upper hand. Daniel was almost in Jack's lap when they broke apart, panting for breath.
"Oookay, if there was any doubt before, it's gone now," Jack admitted, slightly out of breath.
"Jack?"
"Mmm?" Jack said, absentmindedly toying with one of the buttons of Daniel's shirt.
"Shut up..." Straining to reach, Daniel leaned up, catching Jack's lips in a passionate, rough kiss. As he pulled back, Daniel kept his eyes on Jack, wanting to see every flicker of emotion running over the man's face.
"Oh..." Jack trailed off, licking his lips, staring at Daniel's mouth.
Daniel grinned as he leaned up again for another kiss, less urgent, but no less passionate and hungry. He still couldn't believe they were actually doing this --- that he and Jack were... The rest was blown out of his mind with the last coherent thoughts as Jack's hand tightened on his hip, drawing him impossibly closer, the other hand clamped around Daniel's shoulder.
For a moment, Daniel felt the sting of worry, as he was slowly pushed backwards, back into the soft pillows of the couch. "Jack..."
Jack stopped immediately, letting go of Daniel with one hand, bracing it on the couch to keep his weight off Daniel. A brief flicker of worry creased the dark eyes.
Smiling apologetically, Daniel gestured around them. "The couch, Jack?" he asked. "Don't you think it's a little... clichéd?"
Jack sat back up, giving him a small, if rather embarrassed, smile, running his fingers nervously through the graying hair.
Daniel reached up before he could stop himself, blushing when he realized what he was doing. Still, he couldn't keep himself from smoothing down the ruffled hair.
Jack's eyes flickered shut as Daniel's fingers kept carding through his hair. And Daniel couldn't just stop doing so. Not until Jack broke the spell, bringing back reality.
"Daniel..." Jack drew a deep breath. "Maybe we should... slow down a bit, unless..." Jack trailed off, a look of worry on his face.
"Unless what, Jack?" Daniel answered, keeping his voice low and even, trying to control his breathing.
"Unless..." Looking up into the ceiling, Jack was obviously searching for the right words. "Oh fer cryin' out loud!" He looked back down at Daniel, his jaw set with determination. "Unless *you've* done this before."
Daniel cleared his throat, feeling a little uneasy. "I haven't, Jack." Daniel bit his lower lip, refusing to meet Jack's eyes again.
"Oh God, will ya stop doin' that!" Jack groaned.
"What?" Daniel quickly looked up to meet Jack's eyes, chewing on his lower lip again.
Jack gestured for a moment, and then clamped a hand on either side of Daniel's face, holding him in place as he captured Daniel's mouth in a searing kiss, sucking on Daniel's bottom lip. Breathlessly he pulled back, staring at Daniel's mouth. "Chewing on your lip like that."
Daniel tried, with a frown, to bring enough working brain cells back into the game as possible. "But I always do that when I'm thinking or... when I'm nervous or... in briefings when..."
Jack shifted a little on the couch, moving a little further back, not taking his eyes off Daniel's mouth. "No kidding?!" The hand came up again, messing up the short cropped hair.
"... oh. Oh!" Daniel felt heat rise to his face. He'd never considered that his habit of doing that would...
"You also have the bad habit of giving your pens a blowjob or two during the briefings, or when we're off-world and you're scribbling in your notebook, or at night, when you're doing journal entries..."
Daniel ducked his head, then looked up. "I do *not* give my pens... blowjobs, Jack!"
"Do to."
"Do not!"
"Too!"
"Not!"
Jack stopped their quarrel, giving Daniel a stern look. "Do you have *any* idea what that does to me?"
"It's no worse than the flirty little smiles you give me," Daniel countered scornfully, "ororororor... Touching!"
"Wha'?" Jack's eyebrow rose, nose scrunching up as he gave Daniel a perplexed look.
"You touch me, you..."
"I touch everyone, Daniel. I'm that kind of guy." Jack sniffed, sounding a little hurt.
"No you don't, Jack. You know perfectly well what I'm referring to." Daniel jabbed his finger lightly into Jack's chest with every word.
Jack grabbed his hand, trying to scowl at Daniel. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You keep brushing against me, hands on my neck, shoulders, and the small of my back! Don't tell me mphffff" The rest of his words were stopped, as Jack covered Daniel's mouth with his own.
A few minutes later, Jack pulled back, giving Daniel a sloppy grin. "Guess I finally found a way to stop you yapping."
"Hnnnnn..." Daniel realized slowly that he was on his back, on the couch, staring up at Jack.
Jack reached out and pulled Daniel upright again, drawing him close, nuzzling his neck. "What were we fighting about?" he asked, barely a whisper in Daniel's ear.
"I... I have no idea," Daniel answered breathlessly, blinking to clear his eyes as he realized his glasses weren't where they were supposed to be.
Jack drew back a little, taking the glasses, hanging precariously from only one ear, folding them and putting them on the table next to the couch. "Wanna move this to the bedroom?" Jack asked huskily.
"What... what happened to taking it slowly?" Daniel felt the heat return to his cheeks.
"We are, trust me," Jack leaned in to steal another kiss.
Daniel lowered his lashes a little. "I might not have done this before, but I've been reading up on it..." There it was out.
Jack coughed a little, looking decidedly embarrassed. "So have I..."
"You've been studying?" Daniel was well aware of the disbelief coloring his voice, but couldn't help it.
"Hey, I had the best kind of motivation!" With that, Jack's hand slipped down Daniel's hip and around to cup his ass.
"Jack!" Daniel almost squealed, not expecting the touch and squeeze to set off as many reactions in his body. Heat flooded inside of him, every last drop of blood surely headed south -- as Daniel felt his IQ drop at the same rate his jeans were getting tighter.
"I'm not the one in a hurry, Daniel," Jack grinned, though he sounded a bit out of breath. "We still have a lot of things to talk through."
Daniel groaned.
"Not now, don't worry." Jack's fingers deftly unbuttoned Daniel's shirt, as he pulled the man to his feet. "I doubt neither of us is capable of concentrating long enough to have a civil conversation -- or keep our hands off each other."
Daniel watched with fascination as Jack took his hand and lifted it to his lips, gently kissing each finger. He gasped as Jack unbuttoned the last button and at the same time sucked the first finger inside his hot mouth, tongue swirling around the finger.
Even with his rapidly dropping brain capacity, Daniel wasn't so dumb he could miss the blatant action. His breath hitching, he tried to put together a coherent sentence.
"Jack... are you *sure* you've never..."
Jack merely looked up, moving to the next finger, sucking it slowly inside the wet heat, dark eyes never leaving Daniel's, sucking him into a place of heat and need.
Daniel shivered as Jack's free hand slipped inside the open shirt, callused fingers brushing over his heated skin.
"Ja-ack," Daniel's voice hitched. Trying hard to concentrate on not just receiving, Daniel managed to slip a hand down between their bodies, fumbling Jack's slacks open. Hand shaking, he reached inside, surprised to find that Jack wasn't wearing any underwear. The warm, slick feel of Jack's cock twitching in his hand, burning into his palm, had Daniel breathing faster.
Not that Jack was doing any better. He was leaning heavily against Daniel, still treating Daniel's fingers to a slow blowjob, while his hand kept sliding up and down Daniel's side. Pausing his impromptu ‘blowjob' for a moment, he whispered hoarsely: "We'll never make it to the bedroom if we don't stop now."
Daniel leaned forward and buried his face against Jack's neck, breathing in the clean sweat, the light musk-like smell and the unmistakable scent of arousal. His tongue flickered out on its own accord, adding taste to the experience. Pressing his lips against the heated skin, he began sucking lightly, trying to concentrate on reading Jack's response.
He'd have to be blind, deaf and dead not to pick up on it. Jack's fingers tightened around his wrist, while the hand caressing his body gripped his hip, hard enough to leave bruises. Not that Daniel cared, every part of his body seemed to be hyper-sensitive, the glide of Jack's shirt against his chest, the almost painful feel of the buttons pressing into his flesh as Jack pulled him closer.
Jack pushed back a little, breath coming out in pants. His eyes were closed for a moment before he looked at Daniel again, brown eyes dark with the same need Daniel felt and that more than anything else told Daniel that what they were doing was right. To hell with the rules, as long as they were in private it didn't matter
Jack seemed to agree with Daniel's unspoken stray thoughts, as he leaned forward again to give Daniel a surprisingly gentle kiss. Slowly he pushed the shirt down over Daniel's shoulders, deepening the kiss as he pressed closer again. Letting go of Daniel's hand, Jack slid both hands down along the other man's arms until he suddenly stopped.
Daniel tried to clear his muddled brains as Jack broke the kiss and muttered a curse. "Wha'?" he managed to force out. He frowned as he thought Jack was saying something about buttons and sleeves, but... Oh.
Taking a step back and trying to salvage his shirt, Daniel managed to snap the buttons open at his wrists, his progress severely hampered by Jack's hands that seemed to be everywhere, especially where there was any exposed skin. The shirt fell to the floor and for a moment all Daniel could do was to hang on for the ride, Jack's hot mouth trailing from his collarbone, along his jaw, to latch onto his earlobe.
Daniel's fingers scrabbled down Jack's sides to finally grab the shirt and pull it awkwardly up over the older man's head. No small task considering Jack seemed more than just reluctant to let go of him for long enough. For a moment Daniel wondered what they might look like. Two adult men struggling to get out of their clothes without much luck.
Finally! Daniel almost felt like yelling and pumping his fists in the air, if not because he mouth and hands were already occupied. Catching Jack's lips with his own, Daniel reveled in the feel of Jack's naked chest against his own. The rough texture of the hair on Jack's chest as it was pressed against Daniel's own, smooth skin.
For a moment Daniel was impressed at Jack's ability to actually multitask while completely out of control, because while Daniel was busy discarding of the older man's shirt and going for a tonsillectomy, Jack managed to fumble Daniel's belt open, unbutton the jeans and push them down. Daniel, not for one going to let Jack take the lead, twisted in the steel like grip to do the same with Jack's slacks, and at least he had a head start as he'd already gotten them open.
"Why Daniel," Jack breathed into his mouth as they for a moment pulled back to get sufficient air into their lungs. "No underwear?" He pushed a little harder against Daniel, the heavy erection sliding against the hollow of Daniel's hip and just enough to the side to brush against Daniel's no less eager cock.
Digging his fingers into Jack's shoulders, Daniel closed his eyes, leaned his head back and swallowed hard. Jack, however, seemed to take that as an invitation, as he latched on to Daniel's exposed throat, sucking at the pulse point, causing Daniel's legs to almost give up on him.
"Bed...?" Daniel asked, breathlessly as he dug his fingers into Jack's arms.
"No time," came the growled reply.
"Jack..." Daniel screwed his eyes closed for a moment as Jack latched onto a very sensitive spot below his ear. "Are you completely sure how you want this?"
WiP Amnesty
It'll probably end up being the middle of some fic... eventually *g*:
Daniel sighed as he burrowed deeper into the couch. Talk about UST! With emphasis on unresolved. Neither man seemed prepared to risk what they had, but even Daniel could see that it wouldn't work for much longer.
A noise from the kitchen told him that Jack wouldn't be long, having volunteered to make them coffee. Daniel shot the empty bottle of whiskey a look. Maybe Jack wanted to talk tonight, since the coffee had been his idea.
Looking up, Daniel found Jack standing in the entrance to the kitchen, watching him with an unreadable expression on his face. As their eyes met, he treated Daniel to a small smile. Oh yeah, it seemed they might actually end up finally solving the problem, though not the way Daniel hoped.
Disappearing back into the kitchen, Jack left Daniel once again to his own thoughts. Who'd have thought that Jack O'Neill would want to solve the problem with talk and he, as a linguist wanted to take a more... physical approach.
As Jack finally joined him on the couch, Daniel realized just *how* physical he'd like it to get, if he could ever convince Jack to participate. Which he probably couldn't – resignedly settling back, he tried to concentrate on the TV.
Daniel was a little startled as an arm suddenly dropped awkwardly around his shoulders and resisted for a moment as Jack drew him closer. Jack, unfortunately, took that as a sign of him making a mistake, and the arm was quickly withdrawn.
Blinking rapidly, Daniel opened his eyes, turned his head to look at Jack's arm before taking the other man's hand and pulling the arm up around his shoulders again. Daniel was a little surprised to feel Jack's tension for a moment before the strong body relaxed as Daniel settled against it.
It was... nice. Sitting like that, leaning against Jack. Too bad Daniel really wanted more, but he was afraid to scare away Jack, give him the idea that it was a mistake. Daniel felt the tension slowly seeping from his own body. At least the uncomfortable part of if. There was still the pleasant tingle and hope of what might happen later. If he was lucky.
Daniel snuggled up even closer, deciding that he'd try and take things as they came. Sliding down a little, Daniel settled with his head resting on Jack's chest, low enough to let him listen to the ::thu-thud:: of the man's heart.
"Daniel?" Jack sounded... hesitant.
"It's... it's okay, Jack, really." Daniel didn't move his head, afraid to break the moment. His eyes fluttered shut as the minutes ticked by, accompanied by the steady beat of Jack's heart. Daniel couldn't help the tightening of his muscles, as Jack's hand slid down over his chest to rest on Daniel's abdomen, feather-light touch, yet warm and heavy; rising with each breath of air he took.
Daniel sighed contentedly. Even if he'd voted for going fast forward, he liked what they were doing. As the fingers began rubbing, making his shirt slide over his skin, Daniel decided he liked it very much.
Jack suddenly stopped, but he kept his hand where it was. Daniel put his hand over Jack's, caressing his wrist and lower arm. He couldn't help shivering as he felt Jack's warm breath bursting against his neck, right below the ear where the skin was particularly sensitive.
Finally, Daniel turned his head, to brush his lips against Jack's, lightly.
Jack whispered, voice hoarse, "We need to talk, Daniel..."
"Later," Daniel replied, barely audible.
"Seriously, Daniel, please..." Jack didn't sound as if he was particularly interested in it either. Still, the man was unnaturally stubborn.
Daniel wasn't sure of what to say, but he couldn't help the sigh escaping him as he looked up at Jack.
"I... I just don't want to go too fast," Jack finally admitted, his thumb doing lazy circles on Daniel's stomach.
Daniel frowned, burying his face against Jack's neck. It wasn't as if he didn't understand, he pretty much felt the same way, only, Daniel was far too curious to let it interfere. "So... you're unsure how to continue, *if* we should continue, right?"
"Kinda..." Jack grinned nervously. "I'm no blushing virgin, but I've never been with a man."
Daniel drew a deep breath, taking in Jack's scent. Shower gel, shampoo, musk-like smell of the mixture of warm skin and something Daniel couldn't quite put his finger on. "What would you do if I were a woman...? What would you *like* to do?" Daniel finally asked.
Hesitating for a moment, Jack gently pulled at Daniel's shoulders, urging him back a little, searching his face. "This?" He leaned forward, soft brush at the corner of Daniel's mouth. "And this?" Jack's fingers curled under Daniel's chin, tilting his head a little, giving the other corner the same treatment.
Jack's other hand rested lightly on Daniel's hip while the one under his chin slid down over his shoulder and down over his chest, brushing a nipple, making Daniel gasp. Jack moved his hand away, as if he'd been burned.
Daniel caught his hand, pushing it back towards the same spot, encouraging the older man, desperate to feel the sudden jolt of pleasure again.
"Daniel?" Jack swallowed hard.
Daniel shook his head, tipping his head to lightly run his tongue over Jack's bottom lip. Jack groaned and tried to catch Daniel's tongue. The action spurred Daniel on. He moved to deepen the kiss at the same time as Jack, budding noses a couple of times, until Daniel cupped Jack's chin, holding his head still. The rest was almost too easy, tongues brushing, awkwardly fighting for the upper hand. Daniel was almost in Jack's lap when they broke apart, panting for breath.
"Oookay, if there was any doubt before, it's gone now," Jack admitted, slightly out of breath.
"Jack?"
"Mmm?" Jack said, absentmindedly toying with one of the buttons of Daniel's shirt.
"Shut up..." Straining to reach, Daniel leaned up, catching Jack's lips in a passionate, rough kiss. As he pulled back, Daniel kept his eyes on Jack, wanting to see every flicker of emotion running over the man's face.
"Oh..." Jack trailed off, licking his lips, staring at Daniel's mouth.
Daniel grinned as he leaned up again for another kiss, less urgent, but no less passionate and hungry. He still couldn't believe they were actually doing this --- that he and Jack were... The rest was blown out of his mind with the last coherent thoughts as Jack's hand tightened on his hip, drawing him impossibly closer, the other hand clamped around Daniel's shoulder.
For a moment, Daniel felt the sting of worry, as he was slowly pushed backwards, back into the soft pillows of the couch. "Jack..."
Jack stopped immediately, letting go of Daniel with one hand, bracing it on the couch to keep his weight off Daniel. A brief flicker of worry creased the dark eyes.
Smiling apologetically, Daniel gestured around them. "The couch, Jack?" he asked. "Don't you think it's a little... clichéd?"
Jack sat back up, giving him a small, if rather embarrassed, smile, running his fingers nervously through the graying hair.
Daniel reached up before he could stop himself, blushing when he realized what he was doing. Still, he couldn't keep himself from smoothing down the ruffled hair.
Jack's eyes flickered shut as Daniel's fingers kept carding through his hair. And Daniel couldn't just stop doing so. Not until Jack broke the spell, bringing back reality.
"Daniel..." Jack drew a deep breath. "Maybe we should... slow down a bit, unless..." Jack trailed off, a look of worry on his face.
"Unless what, Jack?" Daniel answered, keeping his voice low and even, trying to control his breathing.
"Unless..." Looking up into the ceiling, Jack was obviously searching for the right words. "Oh fer cryin' out loud!" He looked back down at Daniel, his jaw set with determination. "Unless *you've* done this before."
Daniel cleared his throat, feeling a little uneasy. "I haven't, Jack." Daniel bit his lower lip, refusing to meet Jack's eyes again.
"Oh God, will ya stop doin' that!" Jack groaned.
"What?" Daniel quickly looked up to meet Jack's eyes, chewing on his lower lip again.
Jack gestured for a moment, and then clamped a hand on either side of Daniel's face, holding him in place as he captured Daniel's mouth in a searing kiss, sucking on Daniel's bottom lip. Breathlessly he pulled back, staring at Daniel's mouth. "Chewing on your lip like that."
Daniel tried, with a frown, to bring enough working brain cells back into the game as possible. "But I always do that when I'm thinking or... when I'm nervous or... in briefings when..."
Jack shifted a little on the couch, moving a little further back, not taking his eyes off Daniel's mouth. "No kidding?!" The hand came up again, messing up the short cropped hair.
"... oh. Oh!" Daniel felt heat rise to his face. He'd never considered that his habit of doing that would...
"You also have the bad habit of giving your pens a blowjob or two during the briefings, or when we're off-world and you're scribbling in your notebook, or at night, when you're doing journal entries..."
Daniel ducked his head, then looked up. "I do *not* give my pens... blowjobs, Jack!"
"Do to."
"Do not!"
"Too!"
"Not!"
Jack stopped their quarrel, giving Daniel a stern look. "Do you have *any* idea what that does to me?"
"It's no worse than the flirty little smiles you give me," Daniel countered scornfully, "ororororor... Touching!"
"Wha'?" Jack's eyebrow rose, nose scrunching up as he gave Daniel a perplexed look.
"You touch me, you..."
"I touch everyone, Daniel. I'm that kind of guy." Jack sniffed, sounding a little hurt.
"No you don't, Jack. You know perfectly well what I'm referring to." Daniel jabbed his finger lightly into Jack's chest with every word.
Jack grabbed his hand, trying to scowl at Daniel. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You keep brushing against me, hands on my neck, shoulders, and the small of my back! Don't tell me mphffff" The rest of his words were stopped, as Jack covered Daniel's mouth with his own.
A few minutes later, Jack pulled back, giving Daniel a sloppy grin. "Guess I finally found a way to stop you yapping."
"Hnnnnn..." Daniel realized slowly that he was on his back, on the couch, staring up at Jack.
Jack reached out and pulled Daniel upright again, drawing him close, nuzzling his neck. "What were we fighting about?" he asked, barely a whisper in Daniel's ear.
"I... I have no idea," Daniel answered breathlessly, blinking to clear his eyes as he realized his glasses weren't where they were supposed to be.
Jack drew back a little, taking the glasses, hanging precariously from only one ear, folding them and putting them on the table next to the couch. "Wanna move this to the bedroom?" Jack asked huskily.
"What... what happened to taking it slowly?" Daniel felt the heat return to his cheeks.
"We are, trust me," Jack leaned in to steal another kiss.
Daniel lowered his lashes a little. "I might not have done this before, but I've been reading up on it..." There it was out.
Jack coughed a little, looking decidedly embarrassed. "So have I..."
"You've been studying?" Daniel was well aware of the disbelief coloring his voice, but couldn't help it.
"Hey, I had the best kind of motivation!" With that, Jack's hand slipped down Daniel's hip and around to cup his ass.
"Jack!" Daniel almost squealed, not expecting the touch and squeeze to set off as many reactions in his body. Heat flooded inside of him, every last drop of blood surely headed south -- as Daniel felt his IQ drop at the same rate his jeans were getting tighter.
"I'm not the one in a hurry, Daniel," Jack grinned, though he sounded a bit out of breath. "We still have a lot of things to talk through."
Daniel groaned.
"Not now, don't worry." Jack's fingers deftly unbuttoned Daniel's shirt, as he pulled the man to his feet. "I doubt neither of us is capable of concentrating long enough to have a civil conversation -- or keep our hands off each other."
Daniel watched with fascination as Jack took his hand and lifted it to his lips, gently kissing each finger. He gasped as Jack unbuttoned the last button and at the same time sucked the first finger inside his hot mouth, tongue swirling around the finger.
Even with his rapidly dropping brain capacity, Daniel wasn't so dumb he could miss the blatant action. His breath hitching, he tried to put together a coherent sentence.
"Jack... are you *sure* you've never..."
Jack merely looked up, moving to the next finger, sucking it slowly inside the wet heat, dark eyes never leaving Daniel's, sucking him into a place of heat and need.
Daniel shivered as Jack's free hand slipped inside the open shirt, callused fingers brushing over his heated skin.
"Ja-ack," Daniel's voice hitched. Trying hard to concentrate on not just receiving, Daniel managed to slip a hand down between their bodies, fumbling Jack's slacks open. Hand shaking, he reached inside, surprised to find that Jack wasn't wearing any underwear. The warm, slick feel of Jack's cock twitching in his hand, burning into his palm, had Daniel breathing faster.
Not that Jack was doing any better. He was leaning heavily against Daniel, still treating Daniel's fingers to a slow blowjob, while his hand kept sliding up and down Daniel's side. Pausing his impromptu ‘blowjob' for a moment, he whispered hoarsely: "We'll never make it to the bedroom if we don't stop now."
Daniel leaned forward and buried his face against Jack's neck, breathing in the clean sweat, the light musk-like smell and the unmistakable scent of arousal. His tongue flickered out on its own accord, adding taste to the experience. Pressing his lips against the heated skin, he began sucking lightly, trying to concentrate on reading Jack's response.
He'd have to be blind, deaf and dead not to pick up on it. Jack's fingers tightened around his wrist, while the hand caressing his body gripped his hip, hard enough to leave bruises. Not that Daniel cared, every part of his body seemed to be hyper-sensitive, the glide of Jack's shirt against his chest, the almost painful feel of the buttons pressing into his flesh as Jack pulled him closer.
Jack pushed back a little, breath coming out in pants. His eyes were closed for a moment before he looked at Daniel again, brown eyes dark with the same need Daniel felt and that more than anything else told Daniel that what they were doing was right. To hell with the rules, as long as they were in private it didn't matter
Jack seemed to agree with Daniel's unspoken stray thoughts, as he leaned forward again to give Daniel a surprisingly gentle kiss. Slowly he pushed the shirt down over Daniel's shoulders, deepening the kiss as he pressed closer again. Letting go of Daniel's hand, Jack slid both hands down along the other man's arms until he suddenly stopped.
Daniel tried to clear his muddled brains as Jack broke the kiss and muttered a curse. "Wha'?" he managed to force out. He frowned as he thought Jack was saying something about buttons and sleeves, but... Oh.
Taking a step back and trying to salvage his shirt, Daniel managed to snap the buttons open at his wrists, his progress severely hampered by Jack's hands that seemed to be everywhere, especially where there was any exposed skin. The shirt fell to the floor and for a moment all Daniel could do was to hang on for the ride, Jack's hot mouth trailing from his collarbone, along his jaw, to latch onto his earlobe.
Daniel's fingers scrabbled down Jack's sides to finally grab the shirt and pull it awkwardly up over the older man's head. No small task considering Jack seemed more than just reluctant to let go of him for long enough. For a moment Daniel wondered what they might look like. Two adult men struggling to get out of their clothes without much luck.
Finally! Daniel almost felt like yelling and pumping his fists in the air, if not because he mouth and hands were already occupied. Catching Jack's lips with his own, Daniel reveled in the feel of Jack's naked chest against his own. The rough texture of the hair on Jack's chest as it was pressed against Daniel's own, smooth skin.
For a moment Daniel was impressed at Jack's ability to actually multitask while completely out of control, because while Daniel was busy discarding of the older man's shirt and going for a tonsillectomy, Jack managed to fumble Daniel's belt open, unbutton the jeans and push them down. Daniel, not for one going to let Jack take the lead, twisted in the steel like grip to do the same with Jack's slacks, and at least he had a head start as he'd already gotten them open.
"Why Daniel," Jack breathed into his mouth as they for a moment pulled back to get sufficient air into their lungs. "No underwear?" He pushed a little harder against Daniel, the heavy erection sliding against the hollow of Daniel's hip and just enough to the side to brush against Daniel's no less eager cock.
Digging his fingers into Jack's shoulders, Daniel closed his eyes, leaned his head back and swallowed hard. Jack, however, seemed to take that as an invitation, as he latched on to Daniel's exposed throat, sucking at the pulse point, causing Daniel's legs to almost give up on him.
"Bed...?" Daniel asked, breathlessly as he dug his fingers into Jack's arms.
"No time," came the growled reply.
"Jack..." Daniel screwed his eyes closed for a moment as Jack latched onto a very sensitive spot below his ear. "Are you completely sure how you want this?"
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