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Another day, another pointless argument. There had been altogether too many of them over the last few months, but this latest one took the cake. It had started over the stupidest of things - Sam's ridiculous plan to throw him a surprise party for his upcoming birthday. Daniel couldn't see the point, especially once she'd given the game away, and had said so at some length. Jack had waded in on Sam's side again when he'd gotten Daniel alone, tempers had been lost and some pretty nasty things said before they'd gone their separate ways.
Daniel sighed quietly as he pulled up in front of his house. This pattern was getting very old, very fast. Ever since Jack's drunken pass at him after the SGC New Year's party and its disastrous aftermath, things had gone from bad to worse. They'd never thrashed that out properly and maybe they should: ignoring it and hoping it'd go away really wasn't working for either of them.
Not for the first time since then, Daniel felt like kicking himself for rejecting Jack's advances. He'd honestly thought it was for the best, despite the fact that he jerked off regularly to thoughts of sucking Jack. He had no doubt that sex with Jack would have been awesome, given that he'd been in lust with him for as many years as he'd known the man. Hell, if he was honest, in love with him for most of that time too. But his damned scruples had kicked in at the most inappropriate time, chief amongst them the chivalric notion that even if Jack was too soused to worry about the regs and his career, Daniel most certainly was not.
Even if the regs hadn't existed, he'd never been a huge fan of workplace relationships since they always seemed to blow up in his face. He loved his work, he loved working with SG1, and he didn't want to jeopardise the team. Screwing Jack would have done exactly that, he'd thought at the time. But he couldn’t help wondering now, would it have screwed things up any worse than this constant bickering?
On balance, probably not, given that Jack's damned pride had kicked in with a vengeance at his rejection, expressing itself in that awful, heavy-handed flirting with Sam that was so painful to watch. Way to go, Doctor Jackson: yet another disastrous decision in a long history of disastrous decisions. For a bright guy, he could be such a dork sometimes.
But then, so could Jack. He gave himself a mental shake. Jack's wounded ego was Jack's problem, not his, and Jack would have to work it out for himself. For now, he was content to go inside, have a scotch, then sleep for a week at least. He grabbed his laptop off the back seat, swung out of his car and headed for the front door, keys in hand.
When he got inside, he didn't bother with the hall light. He locked up by the fading daylight that filtered between the half-closed drapes and tossed his keys into the dish on the hall table. Toeing off his shoes, he padded towards the kitchen, intent on that scotch that he'd promised himself.
It came as a complete shock when strong hands grabbed him and shoved him against the wall, pressing his cheek flat against it. The suddenness robbed him of the chance to react before his feet were kicked apart to put him off balance. He hadn't sensed that he wasn't alone in the house, hadn't had that indefinable awareness of alien presence that he would normally have expected. It only took him a split second to realise why as the intruder's hard-muscled chest pressed into his back, pinning him in place, and a low voice sing-songed against his ear, breath fanning warm and sweet against his cheek.
"Surpri-ise."
Embarrassingly, he was getting hard at the feel of Jack's body against his. And hard on the heels of embarrassment came fury, and unexpected strength. He bucked fiercely.
"Jack! What the fuck d'you think you're doing?"
Jack held him in place with the careless ease of the battle-hardened. "Gettin' your attention."
Daniel bucked again but barely managed to shift the dead weight pinning him in place.
"Okay, you've got it. Now turn me loose."
"Oh, I don't think so," Jack purred silkily. "I'm not sure I've gotten your full attention yet."
A starburst of rage rocketed up inside Daniel's chest. "Jack, I'm warning you..." It withered as suddenly as it had bloomed as something soft and sensual was looped around his wrist, the intent strangely at odds with the gentleness of the motion and the softness of the fabric gliding over his skin.
"Daniel, you're going to hear me out."
He was spun round, his back slammed against the wall before he had a chance to gather his wits enough to wrench free, and pinned again chest to chest while his second wrist was captured and bound. His cock lengthened and thickened, warmth spreading through his belly at being pinned and held.
Daniel was keenly aware of the firmness and warmth of Jack's chest, of the feel of Jack's nipples hard enough to poke against him even through the double thickness of their shirts as Jack shifted his weight enough to reach for something beside him. And it was making him harder, goddammit, despite his intellect's insistence that it shouldn't be.
"We've been dancing around this thing for way too long."
No argument there, but Daniel couldn't gather enough wits to say it.
"And you always get distracted by the surface stuff. Which we could work out somehow."
His glasses were carefully taken off and replaced with soft folds of fabric that whispered over his face and were tied with deliberate, attentive efficiency.
"So I figured I'd take away any outside distractions."
Behind the fabric, Daniel's eyes dropped shut as the blood slammed hot through his veins. Doubly blind, his other senses were working overtime. He heard the timbre of Jack's voice, deeper than usual and with a rough edge to it that lifted the hairs on the nape of his neck. He smelled the familiar sharp scent of his own arousal, overlaid with something new. Something broodingly heavy and aggressively male. Something undeniably, unmistakeably Jack that ratcheted up his arousal, sending familiar and welcome heat up his spine and clenching the small of his back.
"Because I'm tellin' ya, I can't go on like this much longer. I don't think either of us can."
Jack shifted against him, rocking his weight back a little so he could bring his hands up between them, resting briefly against Daniel from belly to thigh. He was hard as a rock. Daniel could feel the solid outline of his cock as it ground against him and couldn't suppress the hiss that forced itself past his teeth.
"I won't force you but you are going to listen, properly this time. So, you know what I think? I think you want this as much as I do."
Daniel felt hands against his skin, running lightly over his waist as they wormed their way under his shirt, skimming up and over his ribs leaving a tracery of fire and ice in their wake, gentle passes over his nipples with callused fingers making him clench his teeth with the effort to resist arching his chest forward in a silent plea for more, and harder.
"But I'm asking you now. Do you want it, or don't you?"
Busy fingers were opening his shirt buttons, pushing the cloth aside as they worked down the row. Hands, more emphatic in their touch now, stroked over his chest, making his skin twitch as they passed over it, fingertips finally coming to rest against his nipples, rolling them firmly and making them rise and harden even more.
"Just a straight yes or no."
"Take this damned blindfold off me."
Daniel was almost surprised to hear himself speak. Even to his own ears, his voice sounded unfamiliar, a low, grating rasp. Against his chest, Jack's hands faltered and stopped, fell momentarily to Daniel's waist and then withdrew to fumble with the knot behind his head.
There wasn't much light left, but Daniel still blinked uselessly as the folds of fabric slithered away from his eyes and he stared into Jack's, huge, dark and unreadable. They stood like that for a long moment before Jack's shoulders slumped and he started to shift his weight and move off.
With one last spurt of token defiance Daniel thrust his hips forward, feeling his hard-on jarring against Jack's hip and the shudder that coursed through Jack at the contact, hearing the resulting hitch in Jack's light, rapid breathing. He took the chance to lift his bound hands, looping them up and over Jack's head to grasp what he could of the short silvering hair before hauling him in for a kiss.
Daniel's gut twisted into knots as his lips met Jack's and after the briefest of pauses, they opened for him. Jack's hands were back on him again, kneading the muscles of his back, gripping the back of his head, roaming over his skin. Jack was growling, deep and low from the back of his throat, the sound of his arousal making Daniel crazy with want, the feel of it reverberating through his torso making his cock twitch and dance.
Jack broke off the kiss to lick a trail round Daniel's jaw and down his neck, punctuating the licks with sharp little nips from his teeth, soothing them with his tongue before moving on. Daniel's head dropped back onto the wall as he tightened his grip in Jack's frustratingly short hair. Knuckles dug into the soft swell of his belly as Jack popped the button of his jeans and unzipped him, reaching in to close one hand round his shaft, working him with a firm, sure grip as he bit down onto the muscle of Daniel's shoulder.
Daniel needed to touch, not just to be touched. He needed to explore Jack's skin, the contrast between the soft skin of his sides and the furred skin of his chest. He needed to torment Jack's nipples, to make them harden under his fingertips and his lips. His hands itched to get into Jack's pants, to smooth over his ass, to feel his cock solid and hot in his grasp, to palm his balls and feel their weight and texture. And his damned hands were tied together. He groaned aloud in frustration.
Jack lifted his head at the sound. Daniel lifted his arms and brought his bound hands down between them, holding them up in a gesture that needed no words. Jack got the message at once: a swift tug at each wrist and the tie fluttered to the ground, forgotten, as Daniel carefully pulled Jack's hand out of his pants, grasped the hem of his tee and wrenched it up and over his head.
The first shock of skin on skin was astounding and it went to Daniel's head like wine. Free at last to explore, he took full advantage as Jack dived in to kiss him again, sliding his flattened palms down Jack's sides and over his ribs, up through his chest hair, twisting his nipples, burrowing down under the waistband of his pants to cup and knead his ass.
This time, when the kiss had run its course and Jack's teeth were grazing his neck once more, Daniel hunched one shoulder slightly and said, "Bed's that way."
"I know." It was mumbled against his throat.
"Let's go."
Stumbling down the hallway, pinballing from wall to wall as they kissed, licking and biting at lips and throats, scrambling frantically to get rid of the rest of their clothes, finally ended in a skirmish for position on the bed.
Daniel was blind and dumb, intoxicated with the smell, the feel, the taste of Jack. His attention was focussed like never before on the saltiness of skin under his tongue, the texture of hair against his cheek, the sharp smell of sweat and precome, the tensing and flexing of solid muscle as he bit and sucked and licked. All overlaid with a delicious rasp of harsh breathing and shuddering gasps that he knew he'd never tire of hearing.
And then it became his turn as Jack flipped him over onto his back. His turn to experience the slightly stretched, prickly feeling of saliva drying on his skin, to try to anticipate where Jack's tongue was going next, to tense and shiver under the onslaught of teeth, lips and hands. It built to the point where he couldn't stand it any more, couldn't bear to just lie there and twist the sheets into knots with his hands. Feeling Jack's skin wasn't enough - he wanted to know Jack inside and out.
Daniel bunched his muscles and flipped Jack back over, straddling him and biting along his jaw as he asked, "You bottom?"
"Switch," Jack grunted back.
"Good. Me too," Daniel said as he reached past him to snap on the lamp and open the nightstand drawer. Underneath him, Jack moved to sit up, but Daniel blocked him with a forearm across his chest and a direct look as he grabbed the lube. Jack stared at him for a long moment, eyes darkening, before sinking wordlessly back, breathing hard, and spreading his long legs wide, gripping behind his knees to hold them open.
It nearly did Daniel in, seeing that proud, handsome bastard lying back waiting impatiently for him, his cock heavy and full, the tip glistening with pre-come. His hands shook and he fumbled the cap on the tube, the air rasping in his throat as he cursed his clumsiness under his breath. Jack's eyes never left his face as he finally dealt with the cap and started to coat his fingers.
"Just you. I'm ready."
Daniel gawped at him for a moment or two as the meaning sank in and a shiver of heat crawled through him at the image in his head of Jack lubing and stretching his own ass. For him. With a long, shuddering outbreath he stroked the lube over his cock and readied himself. Jack was as good as his word: as Daniel's cock nosed against his hole it met little resistance as he relaxed his ass muscles: with the gentlest of pressure, Daniel slid home.
The warm, silky grip round his cock forced Daniel's eyes half shut. From under his lowered lids he looked down at Jack, seeing the mirror of his own expression there as Jack gazed steadily back. Hooking his hand round the nape of Daniel's neck, Jack pulled him down for a fierce, hard kiss. It gentled gradually and Daniel groped for Jack's other hand, twining their fingers together as he set a languid rhythm, tongue gliding over Jack's in time to his long, slow thrusts.
He changed the angle a little, shifting his hips between Jack's thighs, and dammit he must have gotten something right: under him, Jack shivered and gasped, a little choking sound from the back of his throat, a sound that tightened Daniel's balls and raised gooseflesh over his skin. He thrust again and Jack's lips slackened, sliding away from his as he moaned quietly. A third time and Jack's arm tightened, crushing his face into Daniel's neck. A fourth and it tightened still further as Jack went rigid for a few seconds that seemed to last forever before his ass clenched hard around Daniel's shaft and his cock exploded into life.
Daniel's attention sharpened down to a pinprick as he felt his own orgasm build. His rhythm quickened as he felt Jack contracting round him and he pushed hard to stay inside. His world was centred between his legs, a storm of heat condensing into bright, white light that pulsed and shimmered to the beat of his blood as it gathered then surged through him, holding him rigid in his turn as he spilled long and deep.
Lying afterwards, mind drifting pleasantly over their lovemaking with Jack lying quietly by his side as the sweat cooled on their skin, Daniel formed a startling hypothesis. It was so striking that his eyes snapped open, his mouth a perfect 'o' of surprised speculation as he examined the ceiling above him, testing out his theory in his head. Lovemaking. He'd thought 'lovemaking'. Not 'sex'. And he was absolutely certain that was the right term. Pursing his lips, he hoisted himself onto one elbow and looked down at Jack, who opened his eyes with a questioning expression when he felt Daniel move. Daniel moved his free hand to splay it over Jack's chest, concentrating on the texture of skin and hair once more as he quietly flexed his fingers and gave Jack a small, affectionate smile.
Jack didn't object, didn't make any smartass remark, did nothing at all except lie there looking at him for a long moment, although a matching smile started tugging at the corners of his mouth before he asked, "What?"
"I just worked something out. Score one for attention seeking."
Jack said nothing, but raised his brows, a warm and soft expression in his eyes, and his smile grew a little broader.
"Yeah. Me too," Daniel said quietly as he lay back down again and moved into Jack's side. He wasn't sure, but he thought he heard Jack mutter under his breath, "Way to go, genius," as his arm pulled him even closer.
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