Title: Hammurabi's Code
Pairing: Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson, Teal'c/Samantha Carter
Rating: NC-17, please.
Spoilers: Beneath the Surface
Categories: m/m
Summary: SG-1 discovers a planet who's society was pulled off earth at the height of Mesopotamian development. The ruler of the world, King Hammurabi, is hiding something from them, and Jack must protect his team while finding out what that is.
Notes: co-written with Diana.

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Jack was really glad he'd stopped in the middle of the road.

Because otherwise, he'd have had to slam on brakes again, and he had the horrible, horrible vision of Daniel slamming through the windshield and cracking that hard head open on the asphalt.

"The fuck are you talking about?" Jack demanded, because the hairs on his arm were standing up at the suggestion, and he wasn't at all spooked by it. When he definitely should have been.

"How much clearer do you need me to be?" Still that completely calm scientist look in his eye. "You're an uptight, emotional wreck. I'm so screwed up that half the time I can't see straight. We rarely meet normal women in our line of work, can't date anyone in the mountain, and Sam is completely off limits to the both of us. You want sex. You have to want sex. You've been celibate since I met you, and I'm now going on four -- four -- years without sex. Hiring a hooker is cold; we both know we'd never do that. So what else is there? Fuck me, I'll fuck you, and we'll both be better for it in the morning."

"I am not going to have this discussion with you, Daniel," Jack finally said, once he picked his teeth up off the floor of the truck. He calmly put the big vehicle back in gear, and got back on the road.

Daniel refused to let his face burn, even if the embarrassment was rising in his throat. "That's because you know I'm right," he said, calmly, sure of himself.

"Yeah? What if you are?" Jack asked, still calm, eyes still on the road. "The fact remains, you're part of my team, Daniel, and interest aside, there's no way in hell I could keep you on SG1 one with me if we did this, because you would drive me even more insane than you already do trying to watch out for you."

"Drive you insane because we fucked? Please. Get over yourself and your mile high ego, Jack."

Jack gave a deep, dark little grunt at that, and glared at Daniel. "Fuck you too, you little punk."

"That's kind of the point," Daniel said, and relaxed for the first time since they'd gotten home. It was out in the open, now. A weight off his already heavy shoulders.

"No, it's kind of not the point," Jack said quietly. "The point kind of is, you're driving me crazy now and I haven't fucked you. I have to protect you, Daniel. It'd only get worse."

"Oh, your protective streak?" Daniel rolled his eyes and tried not to appear as mortally embarrassed as he was. "Look, it was just a suggestion." He didn't dare look at Jack. "Maybe I'll ask Teal'c. He's an open kind of guy."

Jack snarled unintelligibly. "I'll kill you or him."

"And why is that? I'm my own man. I haven't had a warm body in my bed since Shau're died. I need intimacy with someone or I'm going to lose my mind, Jack, and I'd rather it not be with some woman I don't know, and I don't do the hooker thing. As my circle of friends is very small, and fucking Sam would be like fucking my sister, I'm asking you. If the thought is so damn distasteful, all you have to do is tell me and I'll ask Teal'c."

"It's not distasteful!" Jack bellowed suddenly. "Why in fuck do you keep implying that it is??"

"Because you keep implying that it is!" Daniel yelled back.

"What the hell are you on? I have never implied that it is!!!"

"Oh, yes you have! On the planet when I asked you about what you thought about the policy at the Mountain!" Daniel's glare was all fire. "Linguist, remember? I'm trained to listen for messages behind words, and yours was screaming loud and clear!"

"You might be listening for messages, but you've got your wires crossed!" Jack yelled back, easily changing lanes without looking. "I don't give a damn who anybody screws as long as they report for duty the next morning, and it's not anybody else's business either!"

"Then what's this crap about subordinates, Jack?" Daniel asked, voice snide and dripping sarcasm.

"It's Air Force military regulations is what it is," Jack answered hotly. "And just because you're not tied down to the establishment like I am doesn't mean I get to flaunt the rules. I may be able to wear my fatigues outside my boots but that doesn't mean I can go dip my dick in my subordinates. It's just not the way the line runs, Daniel."

"The thing is, I'm not your subordinate," Daniel argued, and shot Jack a look out of the corner of his eye as he hung onto the truck handle with one hand and the seat with the other. "So answer me, Jack. Do you want to sleep with me? A simple yes or no will suffice."

"You are my subordinate, Daniel, because you are part of SG-1, which is my direct responsibility," Jack answered, completely ignoring the demand. He felt like he was in kindergarten again, writing a note to little Mitzi Harris. Do you want to go to recess with me? check yes or no.

So did Daniel. But unlike Jack, he knew a dismissal and a refusal when he heard it, and he crossed his arms... at least for a second. Jack was driving a bit too fast for his sense of well being. "Forget I asked, then. Okay? Just... forget it."

"No, I'm not going to forget you asked!" Jack changed lanes again, bypassing a red car hauler, and slipped back in front of it without taking his eyes off Daniel.

Daniel's fingers were white on the door handle. "Well you need to, because I'm embarrassed and you're uncomfortable, and it was just a suggestion!"

"Do I look uncomfortable to you, Daniel? A little upset, okay, I'll give you that, but do I look uncomfortable? When did I once EVER make you think that I was against the whole idea? And why the hell didn't you wait until we got home to ask me this?"

Because it was easier to ask in the dark and not in the bright lights of Jack's home. "You're not uncomfortable," he deadpanned. "Really. So if I ask you to blow me you'll be just fine with that, hmm?"

Jack glared. "You can ask all you want to, Daniel."

"Ahh, see?" he waved a hand in Jack's direction. "You know, buddy fucking isn't all that rare in history. Ancient warriors in Persia used to find comfort in one another on Darius' long conquests of the empire. And you've heard of the Theban Band, Alexander's army made of paired male lovers," Daniel said. Lecturing diffused the situation, and maybe by the time they got to Jack's house his cheeks wouldn't be so hot. At least enough time to call himself a cab.

Jack just listened with a single raised eyebrow as they passed out of the city limits, finally, and into the rural areas where Jack's cabin was located.

"You know, you still haven't asked."

"--and after Antony and Cleopatra -- " Daniel stopped a moment. "What?"

"I've been listening to every word you said. Blah blah buddy fucks, blah blah Persia, Theban Band, Alexander the Great, yadda yadda. Nowhere in there did I hear, Jack, would you blow me?," he replied smoothly, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

Jack had won. For the first time in what might have been his entire life, Daniel was struck utterly speechless. In truth, when he'd first proposed the idea, Daniel would have thought Jack would laugh in his face. Or punch him. He never...

Oh my God.

Jack was smirking at Daniel's slack-jawed stare at him. "What? Not going to ask now? Or did you just not realize you hadn't? C'mon, Danny, give me something to work with here." He took one hand off the wheel to reach over and gently close Daniel's hanging jaw.

A flush ran up from his chest and bloomed in his face. He swallowed, gave his glasses a nudge back up his nose, and cleared his throat a second before... he glared. Hard. "You're laughing at me, aren't you?"

Actually, yes. But, he'd never admit it. "Do you hear me laughing, Daniel?"

"I don't have to hear you for you to be laughing. If you don't want to do it, fine, but don't tease me over it." 'You asshole' went without saying.

"Daniel... you didn't ask me." Jack flipped his turn signal on when they finally arrived at the long driveway that led down to his cabin. "How do you know what I do or don't want to do if you haven't asked me. You're making assumptions about me, which is something you usually bitch me out for doing."

"Fine," Daniel said, eyes narrowing and his arms crossing over his chest again as he turned his eyes on Jack. He said, despite the embarrassment and heat in his face, "Will you blow me, Colonel O'Neill?"

"After dinner, it's the first thing on the agenda, actually," Jack said seriously. "Followed by the actual sex part. Because see, I've been thinking since you brought it up, and you're right. We really do need to sleep together."

"That's bull and you know it," Daniel snapped, but inside he wasn't so sure. And neither was he sure what he'd gotten into. What he was sure about was that his body was waking up in response to Jack's voice. It had been so long. "You just don't want me to ask Teal'c."

"Well, yeah, I don't, because I'd hate to have to kill him for laying his hands on you," Jack admitted candidly. "And, just for the record? You're right, again, abut the fact that I'm tired of being celibate. And you're right about the fact that I should stop the bullshit and be honest. Well? I am being honest. Talk to Teal'c and I'll rip Junior out with my bare hands. Even think about talking to Sam, and I'll kill her. You gettin' me, Daniel?"

"Am I talking to Jack, or Jack's Monstrous Green Eyed Ego?" Daniel asked, but it was only for sniping's sake. In fact, not only was his body waking up, it was doing a five string opera in response to the way Jack said... that. And it was so weird because he wasn't gay and... oh, he should mention that. "I'm not gay, Jack." For the record. "But I'm the liberal son of a couple of academic hippies. I did my share of experimenting in college."

"I'm not gay either, Daniel. You don't see a parade of guys bopping through my bedroom either. I've done my share of barracks fucking, so now that we're done airing our qualifications with each other, why don't we go inside, have dinner, and have sex, whaddya say?" Jack parked the truck beside the patio, and got out, feet crunching on the gravel as he walked around to unload the box of Chinese food first.

There was no way Jack was going to go through with it, that's what Daniel said. He arched a brow at the word 'fucking' -- bull, Jack had ever fucked another man. But he let it pass, and instead decided to go for it. He was reckless tonight, a little insane, but it felt so good to be reckless. To let his heart guide him. "So you won't be upset if I, oh, kiss you right now to seal the deal, hmm?"

Jack looked up from his bend in the back seat, and came around to Daniel's door, and opened it. He leaned inside the cab, elbow resting on the dashboard as he got into Daniel's personal space, breathing the warm air of Daniel's exhalations.

Ohhh.

Daniel leaned back a little, just a little, because no one had been this close in his personal space since Hathor. And it was a little unnerving, and a little nice, and a lot wonderful. He felt Jack's breath, and saw every line on his face clearly -- the laugh lines on his lips and the soft wrinkles at his brow most clearly. And those eyes. Kind eyes, eyes that could be sarcastic and idiotic and funny and annoying. His friend. His best friend. Who he was about to have sex with.

And normally, Daniel would panic right about now, and flee, and apologize a million times. But this Daniel, who was living on the edge and needed someone to be with, reached up, grabbed a handful of the soft gray hair at the back of Jack's head, and crushed his mouth to Daniel's own.

Jack's hands left the dashboard and went to either side of the seat behind Daniel as he leaned into the kiss. He pulled his head back just a fraction, teasing Daniel and finessing him into a deeper kiss, chasing delicious tasting lips with his tongue until he finally eased Daniel's mouth open.

Cinnamon and coffee were the two flavors that exploded on Jack's tongue as he kissed Daniel harder, his hands sliding from the seat to fist in the brown jacket over Daniel's shoulders, hauling him close and leaning further into the truck to get to him.

Warmth in his belly pooled and spilled out through the rest of his body as he did it, and it took him several seconds to realize that the little slurps and sucking noises were coming from him, not Daniel.

Daniel had expected something cold. Male on male lips, hard and unforgiving. What he got was.... divine. Hot, soft, Jack. Weird but gloriously completing him. This was wrong, but oh so goddamned right.

Except he wasn't a girl.

And Jack was kissing him like he was a girl. Granted, he didn't have any experience with men, but the one thing Daniel had done was kiss other men. Or rather, one other man. A lot. A lot of kissing. Nothing but kissing.

And he knew he could kiss.

It was with that thought that he shoved Jack away, but only enough for him to get out of the truck. He slammed it closed, plucked Jack's keys out of his hand, and had Jack by the shirt, tugging him up the walk and into the house in less than thirty seconds, with the door slamming shut behind them.

And up against that door in five seconds.

As soon as Jack had slammed against the wood Daniel took over. It was only a matter of shoving his body against Jack's, into all the right curves and swells, and taking him to a place Jack didn't think Sara had ever taken him. Harder, faster, tongue thrusting, skill and experience guiding him to roughly grab Jack's shoulders, his hair, and plunge.

And if his knees shook, all he had to do was lean against Jack's body.

At the moment, with Daniel's taste still in his mouth, Jack couldn't really be bothered to care about the Chinese, the peanuts, or the beer. He just followed Daniel into the house, and flipped on the foyer light just as Daniel shoved him back.

His hands went to Daniel's waist and dragged him up just enough for Jack's leg to slide between Daniel's thighs. Then Jack pressed himself harder against Daniel, rubbing his leg against Daniel's groin, keeping his head angled so that Daniel's tongue slid right where he wanted it before he started to suck.

When Jack's knee crooked Daniel suddenly found himself with a flat surface to thrust against, and through no fault of his own, he lost his mind. It was only a matter of pushing Jack's knees apart and shoving his hip against Jack's crotch and suddenly god and oh and holy Hannah! "Jack, I -- " A hard, biting kiss, and as he let go he left sharp little love bites all the way down Jack's angular jaw and neck, sucking hard at the hard, long line of his throat and the Adam's apple. It was glorious. So good, so wonderful, so Jack. Comforting and safe, something he hadn't felt in so long, and he faltered, emotion clogging his throat. He looked up, needing the confirmation that Jack wanted this.

Jack gave a soft little pleasured growl as his fingers kneaded the strong planes of Daniel's shoulders. He used the grip to haul Daniel back in when he stopped kissing down, because the loss of the warm kisses was very upsetting.

He met Daniel's eyes and nodded, giving him a crooked smirk as he brought one finger up to trail over Daniel's lips.

Daniel flushed from his head to his toes and shoved the jacket off of Jack's shoulders. It fell at their feet, forgotten, because Daniel was sliding his hands up the back of Jack's shirt, hot skin under his hands. Long planes, light scars, soft hair, those immense shoulders and Daniel was shuddering against Jack's thigh, zippers rubbing, heart slamming, body aching. "You'd better not be joking around with me, or I'll have your balls, got me?" Daniel gasped against Jack's Adam's apple -- he'd had an obsession with the column of Jack's impressive throat for longer than he cared to think about.

"Does it look like I'm joking?" Jack demanded, shrugging his shoulders and helping the jacket fall down, and then scooted in a little closer, so that he was looming just the few inches of their height difference over Daniel. He gave a little thrust, rocking his hips against Daniel's as his head tilted back, and he let his hands slide back down to Daniel's waist, keeping their bodies pressed together as he started to rub.

"Oh God," Daniel gasped and stumbled back, taking Jack with him. He had no idea what he was doing -- his body wanted something his mind couldn't make it's mind up about, his heart completely out of tune with his body. He was aching, fiercely aching, the throb in his groin so hard and so hot and fast and -- "Stop, please!" he gasped, grrabbing Jack's belt and back pocket in one hand to stop him from thrusting. "God, stop," he whispered, and over his pounding ears heard a picture frame fall from somewhere beside them.

Jack's lower body stilled, but only because of Daniel's grip on him. His hands stayed on Daniel's hips, pulling him close and holding him there. "Why?" Jack took the break in the action for the opportunity to nuzzle in against Daniel's neck, sniffling and kissing up to his ear, which he bit sharply before whispering into it. "I can't stop. I can't."

"Jack, it's been too long," Daniel shuddered and pressed his face into Jack's hair right behind his hear, breathing him in even as his body shuddered. He gasped out loud when Jack's cock jerked against his. "Have to, I don't want to... oh, oh!" he cried and thrust upward against Jack, back to the wall. "This is insane," he whispered, fingers going over Jack's shoulder and chest over and over, finding a hard nipple and pinching it through his shirt.

"No it's not." Jack bit Daniel's earlobe again, and when Daniel let go of his belt, he thrust forward again, feeling his own erection twitching against Daniel's. "You don't want to what?" He thrust again, this time deliberately and a little rougher in response to the pinch on his nipple. "Don't wanna what, Danny?"

"Come, come, don't want to come!" he cried, throwing his head back against the wall. The dull pain in his head couldn't stop the pleasure in his lower body.

"Yeah you do," Jack whispered persuasively, rocking harder against Daniel, pushing him back against the wall. He rubbed his cock against Daniel's, squeezed his shoulder, pushed his thigh between Daniel's again for added pressure, and his mouth dragged back down Daniel's throat, up his chin, and back to his mouth.

His tongue was rough against Daniel's mouth as he took another kiss, teeth pulling at Daniel's lower lip.

Oh, how Daniel did.

There was something about Jack's body, his face, his mouth, his heart, that had always done something for Daniel's soul. All the good aspects of himself existed because of Jack, before and after his wife died. Jack had always been there for Daniel, always, even now when they were struck by fever neither of them could understand.

It had been too long, embarrassingly long, and his last sexual experience had been less than nice. In another situation this may have embarrassed him, but tonight he gave himself over to Jack's seduction and let his orgasm take him.

That he came in his pants like a seventeen year old didn't bother him in the least.

He jerked against Jack's leg, grinding his dick into Jack's leg, and with one gasp, two, three, he came, exploding between them with a loud, animal cry of pleasure. The back of his head hit the wall -- or would have, if Jack's hand wouldn't been there. He tensed, rolling his hips against Jack's leg, thrusting out his climax with low, deep, sobbing cries.

Jack's tongue licked every one of the cries out of Daniel's mouth. The hot wetness that spread between them didn't bother him in the least, because some part of his brain reminded him that Daniel was much younger than he was and would be more than capable of getting it up again.

It sent a vicious thrill up Jack's spine, feeling Daniel's orgasm spilling there between them, and his hand stayed at the back of Daniel's head so that he didn't hurt himself even as Jack kept going down. He moved away from Daniel's mouth long enough to move back to his ear, tugging the lobe gently before licking straight down Daniel's neck, biting the juncture of neck and shoulder, and sucking lightly at the base of his throat.

Then he rubbed his five o'clock shadow against Daniel's smooth cheek and neck. "Bedroom," he directed with a nudge, not letting Daniel go in the least as they tried to move towards the bedroom.

"Oh God," Daniel gasped.

Every bone in his body went lax. If Jack hadn't been there to keep him propped up against the wall, Daniel would have hit the floor. As it was he slid his fingers up over Jack's shoulder and around his waist, shuddering in post orgasmic bliss to every single one of Jack's bites, his touches. "Oh, God, Jack, what are we doing," he moaned softly, and arched his throat to Jack's mouth. That he had to take a handful of Jack's ass and shove him up against Daniel just to feel him close went without saying.

"I think... it's called sex," Jack said gruffly, burying his face in Daniel's neck and sniffling lightly. He was still thrusting shallowly against Daniel, rubbing the cooling come between them as his hands slid down Daniel's shoulders and into his jeans.

He squeezed the tight handfuls of warm, firm flesh as Daniel pulled him close, and he kept Daniel pinned against the wall. "If you have to ask..." he said, pausing in the middle for another squeeze and a hard little bite to Daniel's throat. "...then I'm not doin' something right."

The bite nearly sent Daniel into conniptions and he jerked and wailed out in what was distinctly not English, hand on Jack's shoulder threading up to grip a handful of hair. He kept Jack right where he was as his own fingers stroked over that gorgeous ass. And when he wanted more, he let go to reach around and with shaking fingers unbutton Jack's pants.

The hard dick inside, rubbing the seam of Jack's jeans, was a glory, but that's not what Daniel wanted. He wanted...

Oh.

He slid his fingers deeper into Jack's boxers and stroked that gorgeous ass, and caught Jack's mouth in his own as he scraped his nails over the fleshy globes.

Jack's hips thrust forward, cock pressing against the opening in his briefs as Daniel pulled him forward. He closed his eyes and hissed, his head falling back and then yanking immediately forward again so that he never lost contact with Daniel's delicious kisses.

He gripped Daniel tighter, keeping him pressed along the length of his body, and Jack started steering them down the hallway.

He eyed the dining room table, clean for once of all the crap that usually lived on it, and he briefly considered the clean, cold surface before returning his mind to the kisses.

His tongue thrust roughly as his fingers mauled Daniel's ass, squeezing and kneading the firm handfuls as they stumbled together down the hall, and ended up bumping into the wall again, sending yet another frame to the floor as he pushed Daniel against it.

He didn't let up the pressure between Daniel's legs, but he moved his hands around, sliding them under the front of Daniel's shirt to drag the rough pads of his thumbs over Daniel's nipples.

When Jack's gun-roughened fingertips moved over Daniel's nipples, he saw stars. "Jack!" and that was all it took for Daniel to be putty in his hands. The flexing of Jack's ass under his hands, the way his cock battled with Daniel's, already becoming interested again, the way he breathed and moved and oh, God.

When they turned the corner towards Jack's bedroom, Daniel knew he wasn't going to make it. He needed a taste, he wanted a taste, though he'd never craved it in his life. It was as if all that wasted time suddenly made itself known, because with a move Jack had shown Daniel himself, Daniel had Jack shoved against the wall. He kneed apart Jack's legs and kissed him hungrily, pausing only to lose his glasses on the hallway table before sinking to his knees.

He'd loved oral sex when Shau're had been alive. Sarah was always too self conscious to really enjoy it, but he and Shau're had taken to it with gusto. He'd never given a blow job, but he'd had plenty of them himself and knew... basically... how things worked.

Sort of.

He yanked open Jack's zipper all the way and tugged, pulling his pants and underwear down enough so... oh. Fuck. He'd seen Jack naked a million times or more, but there was something about being on his knees in front of the main nakedness here that was a little frightening.

Not enough to stop him, granted. Just enough to scare him a little.

Jack was... long. Perfectly sized, thick and nice and oh God when was it that Daniel had begun craving this? Wanting this? To touch and stroke and... and...

He pressed forward before he lost his nerve.

With a slightly trembling tongue he licked over the corona, pausing to catalogue the taste. Bitter. Flesh. He studied Jack's cock with a critical eye, slipping his fingers around the length and leaning forward for another lick. Better. Another, around the soaking wet head.

Oh.

If Jack hadn't been so hot, he'd have been amused at Daniel's almost-scientific examination of his cock.

Somehow all the cuter for remembering to take off his glasses, Jack ran his fingers through what was left of Daniel's hair, the other sliding in his pocket so that he didn't do something utterly stupid, like shove himself all the way down Daniel's throat and choke him.

The tentativeness Jack found surprisingly endearing, pretty much the same reaction he had to Daniel himself.

Then, the tongue on his cock, and Jack pretty much stopped thinking and gave a little groan. He rubbed the back of his head against the wall as his eyes closed, and he spread his legs just a little bit, bringing him closer down towards Daniel. "You don't... if you don't want to," he gritted out, sliding his fingers over Daniel's face, feeling the wetness of tongue and lip as he briefly skimmed over them, and then brought his damp fingers to his mouth, sucking the Daniel taste off the rough digits.

"Wouldn't be here if not," Daniel murmured against Jack's thigh. His voice was quiet, a little dreamy, aroused and scared.

It didn't prove to be difficult at all, to wrap his lips around the head of that aching, leaking dick and pull it into his mouth. The taste, an explosion of pre-come and Jack and salt, was enough to bring a groan from the bottom of Daniel's heart. He moaned softly and pulled more in, lapping at the rigid flesh as he did. He never thought in a million years that he'd get on his knees in front of any man, and yet here he was, and not only was he enjoying it... he was loving it. The taste, the way Jack's thighs clenched, the shudders and moans from above. His doing. His.

Jack's fingers tightened in Daniel's hair and pulled him just a little closer. He guided Daniel slowly, gently, showing him the right places to lick, the good places for a quick drag of teeth, the wonderful places for a flicker of tongue.

Couldn't take his eyes off Daniel as his cock was slowly pulled into Daniel's mouth, and his fingers stroked almost lovingly over his cheeks.

Jack's slow, easy movements were enough to make Daniel's dick surge with blood. The slow, careful tugs here and there, teaching, showing, because this wouldn't be the first and last time he did this. They did this. Jack was showing him what he liked for future reference.

It was almost more than Daniel could stand.

His eyes clenched with pleasure and he groaned around the hard head in his mouth, rolling it around his tongue as his mouth vibrated with the intensity of his moan. He let go of Jack's hip and brought it to his own groin, unzipping and unbuttoning to grasp himself tightly.

And just because he wanted to see what Jack would do, he sucked, once, like at the end of a popsicle.

Jack's head slammed back against the wall, his eyes still open but staring at the ceiling. He knew that he groaned, and he was barely able to keep from thrusting forward deeply. He gave a shallow thrust, all his control would let him do, and his fingers tightened in Daniel's hair before letting go because if he didn't, he be ripping it out.

The vibrations seemed to travel up and down the length of his cock, making him shiver as Daniel watched for his reaction. Instead of feeling like a specimen, which Jack had thought he would, he felt instead like a kid again, experimenting to find the right thing.

He banged his head against the wall again, and then looked down at Daniel, brushing his fingers over Daniel's cheek.

Daniel couldn't help smiling around his mouthful, letting it go with a wet slurp so it hit Jack's belly and painted a streak of spit and precome across the tanned flesh there. His hand went to encase the hard head and squeeze, slowly sliding up and down in an age-old technique every man knew, while his mouth found another game.

That was, the firm testicles underneath.

He kissed each and explored for the sake of it, the joy of it, with all his heart. He played with Jack's balls like he approached life -- with gusto. He tugged and sucked, rolled gently, seeing what kind of responses he could get. When he got tired of that he moved back to the head of Jack's dick, suckling on it again as he grew accustomed to... to this. And loved it, loved every minute of it.

The mouth on his balls, and the wet little tongue slipping lithely around his cock made him shudder. His entire body rippled with it, and he didn't bother to stop the groaning this time.

Instead, he dropped his hand from Daniel's face entirely, and raised his arms so that he could strip off his white shirt. It fell to the side, and he really could have fucking cared less at the moment as he started to yank and pull at Daniel's sweater, tugging it up and exposing a belly with a still-healing incision on it.

He was without words as Daniel sucked him in again, and he was seriously tempted to get down on his knees so he didn't have to worry about standing up. He left Daniel's sweater half-wrinkled as he arched his back, trying to reach Daniel around his own body's dictates of being careful and going slowly.

Daniel was sure he could bring Jack to orgasm, just like this. Positive, in fact. But not only did he want that orgasm somewhere else, but he doubted his bravery over taking it all in. So when Jack began to tug and yank at his sweater Daniel rolled up to his feet, mouth tasting like cock and Jack and he had to share.

Did that make him gay?

And more importantly, did it matter?

He pressed his mouth to Jack's and kissed him fiercely as he struggled out of his sweater. He didn't know what was coming, but whatever it was, he knew he wanted it to be hard and close and fast. He wanted to feel Jack everywhere, all over his body, and he gave a shivering, shuddering little cry. "God!"

Jack returned the fierce kiss just as strongly as it was being given.

He helped Daniel's hands yank at the sweater, finally getting it off and throwing it somewhere that was NOT here. Daniel had surprisingly normal skin, because Jack vaguely reflected he'd been expecting silky and smooth, just because that's what it LOOKED like. But it felt much like his own, weathered and sometimes chapped from the heat, not silky but still soft.

He could have spent the rest of the night exploring Daniel's skin, because now that he'd seen it, he could admit that he'd been fascinated by it, even the glimpses of it he could get in the tent or the shower, but he didn't stop there. He kept inching down the wall, rubbing his ass against it to help slide his jeans down and stepping out of them while his hands went to push Daniel's down.

"Jack this is crazy, Jack," Daniel sobbed out loud, tugging Jack's hand back to that spot on the small of his back that made his toes want to curl. The hard shimmy Jack did against the wall, undulating his hips until his jeans fell down his hips, was almost more than Daniel could bear. He didn't know what he wanted but he wanted Jack, and that was enough.

He shuddered and pushed his jeans and boxers down his hips, toeing out of his shoes as he made a meal of Jack's ear and neck, leaving what would surely be a hickey in the morning but not giving a damn as he played connect-the-dots with Jack's freckles and is tongue and squeezed Jack's ass.

"S'not any crazier than any of your other ideas," Jack managed to mutter, now that Daniel's mouth was off his cock for a moment. He could think, and grunt a few sarcastic words, but that was pretty much it for the blood supply in Jack's brain.

He grabbed Daniel's naked ass and hauled him forward, grinding their bodies together now that they were both finally free of all those pesky binding clothes.  He yanked him into the bedroom, pushed him up against the bedroom door for another grind, and then stumbled towards the bed.

Jack's bedroom was wonderful. Daniel had seen it on other occasions, team nights and such. All dark wood and soft blankets that looked cozy enough to calm a grizzly bear. That Jack was about to share it with Daniel made him want to sing to the heavens, to a little dance, and come. Please. PLEASE come.

They hit the edge of the bed and went down like logs. In Daniel's case with a flash of pain from his side, which didn't dull his pleasure at all, just gave him incentive to roll over so he and Jack were side by side. He slid his hands over that broad, sweaty back and pulled his hips, so the sweaty crevices of their groins could battle.

And Jack rolled just a little more, so that he was on top, straddling Daniel's hips and leaning carefully over the incision as he brushed his fingertips over it. "Doc say it's okay to do this?" he asked, concerned that he might be hurting Daniel even as he thrust his naked cock against his... well, lover.

That sounded strange, and odd, and... completely wonderful, actually, and Jack nodded. Yeah. Lover. He rubbed his cock against his lover as hard as he could as he waited for Daniel's answer. He concentrated on the slip-slide of wet, hard flesh against his own erection and reached down with the fingers that had just been skimming Daniel's incision.

His hand wrapped around both their cocks, stroking them together as his tongue snaked out to lap at sweat trickling down Daniel's temple.

Daniel threw his head back, one hand slamming up against the headboard to hang onto one of the rungs as tightly as possible. His hips bucked and he thrust against Jack's fist, eyes clenched with pleasure. "Yeah," he gasped, gripping Jack's hip with one leg as he moved his hips under Jack's own. "Gotta... get... a grip," he whimpered as Jack's hand closed convulsively. "Not that... we..." he gasped for air and swallowed hard, twisting with pleasure. "Fuck!"

"Do... have a grip," Jack teased, licking down Daniel's cheek and kissing his mouth again.

Daniel opened his mouth to the kiss, kissing back with all he was worth. When he let go, moments later, he was panting all the harder. "Not that, Jack... what are we doing? You ever do this before?"

Jack nodded, resting his forehead against Daniel's. "Told you... did my share of it... long time ago in the army, before anybody gave a shit about it," he panted out, rubbing his scruffy cheek against Daniel's.

"I haven't," Daniel whispered back, rubbing back. His heart swelled, ready to burst. God.. *God*. "I want to be inside you," he groaned.

Jack stiffened, just a little, but he didn't stop his rubbing against Daniel. "Let me go first. Show you what you're missing," Jack suggested. "Make it... memorable."

A more terrifying thought Daniel had never had. And he was a little rejected, too. He stilled the frantic pumping of his hips, and his hands stilled on Jack's back. "Don't want me?"

Jack gave a little groan as Daniel stopped him, and he left his forehead resting on Daniel's. "Daniel... listen to me," he gritted out, trying not to keep moving despite being stopped. "I am lying here naked on top of you, trying not to grind you into the mattress. What part of this makes you think I don't want you?"

"Not that, you jerk," Daniel hissed, bucking his hips into Jack's hand and starting their frantic movements again. He dug his heels into the mattress to give them traction, lifting up on every one of Jack's strokes. "You want to f... fuck me first?"

Jack gave a briefly sweaty grin at being called a jerk, and he tightened his grip around his and Daniel's cocks, using the tug-pull-jerk that he always did. "Yeah. I do. That all right with you?" He nearly bit his tongue when Daniel started pushing up to meet him, and he shuddered.

"So l-long as I get a -- oh! -- turn," Daniel cried, grinding up against Jack's grip. His nails dug into Jack's shoulders.

Terror?

Oh yeah.

Jack rolled his shoulders into Daniel's grip, giving him something to hold onto. "You'll get your turn," Jack promised. "Just later, once you've figured out what you're doing." A little grin. "Since I know what I'm doing, let me be the leader?"

Daniel's throat bobbed. He was about to have gay sex. Sex...that was gay. A cock... inside of him. Daniel was always one for new experiences, and so he wasn't as panicked as he knew he would normally be. But he was hot enough, aching enough, wanting enough, to try this. And if he didn't like it, he didn't like it. His fingers convulsed over the hard muscle of Jack's shoulder blades. "I'm a little scared," he admitted softly.

Jack nodded. "Yeah, I know you are, Danny," he said softly, and he raised his head enough to focus his eyes on Daniel's. "But I'm really not going to let anything happen to you. And I'm not gonna hurt you."

"If you do I'll have to get revenge, linguist style," Daniel whispered back, perfectly serious, though his eyes were glinting. "What... uh... what do we need?"

"Revenge linguist style? I hope that means a lot of tongue," he said with a wicked grin. "And we need lube. And rubbers. My dick and your ass." He stopped to think. "That's about it."

Daniel let go of Jack with a faint smile of his own so Jack could get the stuff they needed. His stomach was coiled with tension and his dick wasn't as hard as it had been, even if his blood was still boiling. He stroked lazily, watching Jack as he stretched out and tried to calm down. "Hurry," he whispered.

Jack rolled onto his side of the bed, and opened the top drawer of his night stand. "You want ribbed or regular?"

"Whatever is good," Daniel said, fingers stroking down the length of Jack's back. Oh God. Oh, oh God.

Jack arched, and gave a little purr as Daniel's fingers stroked down his back. He grabbed a handful of the little blue-wrapper packets, and dropped them on Daniel's stomach as he grunted and reached back for the lube. He turned then, rolling over and snuggling against Daniel, sliding his leg between Daniel's thighs so that he was rubbing against his lover's cock. "You sure you're ready?"

"No," he said honestly, but turned his face towards Jack anyway. Everything was so wrong but so right, so perfectly right. Even if his belly was jumping, and his pulse was racing, and his blood rushing through his veins. He slid over to give Jack more room and pressed his nose to Jack's cheek. "I'm really scared. Really. I should mention that. Really."

"I know," Jack said again. "And if you're too scared to go through with it... I'll just have to kill you and have my way with you afterwards." He said it with a wink, to try and relax Daniel before he started. He left his thigh between Daniel's legs for better thrusting, and slid his hand over Daniel's bare hip.

Daniel closed his eyes at that, quirking a small smile. "As a linguist I'm supposed to have a huge arsenal of words that could properly convey my emotions right now, but all I'm coming up with is scared. And nervous. And... I dunno, achy. I was straight when I woke up this morning, Jack. I don't know what happened," he said softly. "Something feels wrong but...right. So right. Do you feel it too?"

Jack nodded, nosing Daniel's throat as he slowly stroked his skin. "Yeah. Last time I checked, I wasn't playing for this side of the team either, but you know? I don't care. And I should. I damn well should and I don't. Because, yeah, you said it, it's right."

Daniel couldn't help smiling at that, and some of the tension inside eased. He was a man, but as a linguist words touched him deeper than hands could. And when Jack admitted being scared, and knowing this was wrong, and wanting to do this anyway, something in Daniel calmed and it was enough so that he opened his legs, inviting something he didn't yet understand. He'd never touched himself... there, nor had any of his girlfriends. His beautiful Shau're had tried more than once, had slid her finger into him, but it had never done anything for him. He hadn't felt sparks like he'd read about in books, hadn't had his spine melt. It had just felt uncomfortably full.

But Daniel trusted Jack to do it right, and even if he got nothing out of it, Jack would enjoy himself and that was important to Daniel.

Jack couldn't help the warm spear that slid through him as Daniel opened up to him.

It'd been years since he'd done anything like this, but the mechanics of it hadn't changed. He was just determined that Daniel was going to enjoy himself, and that was the end of it.

He scooted down, just a little, licking down Daniel's cheek and over his ear, then down his throat. He paused over each nipple, sharply biting around each one as he popped the flip-top bottle open, and squirted.

The bottle expelled air when it did, making a rather loud fart noise in the bedroom, and like a little kid, Jack snickered into Daniel's skin. "Wasn't you, was it?"

Daniel groaned at the joke and the burn at his nipples both but couldn't help am answering snicker, thumping the back of Jack's thigh with the heel of his foot. "You're a two year old sometimes, you know that Jack?" he said, gently tugging the ends of Jack's hair. "Tomorrow -- Inappropriate Noises in the Bedroom, 101."

Jack couldn't help another snicker, but if Daniel was reprimanding him for inappropriate jokes, then he wasn't terrified out of his wits. And that was what Jack was aiming for.

The slick gel on his fingers was warm and slippery, and he leaned up, biting each of Daniel's nipples again as he rubbed his fingertip over Daniel's opening, slicking the outside rim and trying to relax the little pucker before just jamming his fingers in, which he knew from experience didn't work very well.

The laugh died mid-giggle and Daniel's throat bobbed as he swallowed. Jack's fingers were there, on him, rubbing around his... He blushed and wrapped his legs around Jack's hips. He couldn't believe he was about to take the passive role in this, that he was willingly giving Jack free reign with what amounted to, laughably, his virginity at the age of thirty five. And yet. He tried to relax because he knew this went better if the one submitting was relaxed. Easier to work fingers in.

Not even the burn of teeth on his nipples could keep his mind distracted, and he closed his eyes and played a translation game he'd done since he was a boy, putting common clichés in other languages in his head.

Jack wasn't at all happy with that.

No. He wasn't.

He scraped his stubbled cheek down Daniel's belly, carefully avoiding the incision from his surgery, paused over his navel. He thrust his tongue in, nibbling sharply there as well before biting down.

Then, the stubble again, over Daniel's groin, until he got to the proud erection rising from Daniel's body.

Jack's tongue lapped just around the base, then up the shaft, cleaning up little streaks of pearly pre-come that had dripped down as his finger started to slowly press inside, gently working the tight hole open.

Daniel gasped so hard he almost choked, and his eyes flew open and down. Jack. Hot. So hot, around his... oh, God, and he forgot that Jack was essentially pushing his finger inside because the pleasure around the head of his cock was lightening hot and so fast. He moaned out loud, squeezing around Jack's body where his legs were twined. His fingers dug into the sheets, twisting just as his face was, as he tossed his head back and forth. "God!"

"Jack," he said, lifting his head just enough to remind Daniel exactly who's name he should be shouting.

He dropped his head again, sucking lightly at the head of Daniel's cock as his finger slowly worked in. His tongue lapped around the shaft, keeping it slick with saliva as he moved down, sliding nearly halfway down before pulling back, teasing with little sucks and licks as he probed carefully.

"Arrogant asshoooo -- oh God! Jack!" Daniel cried, and reached up and back for the rungs of the headboard. He could feel him Jack's finger inside of him through the pleasure and it was scary and real, as much as the mouth around his cock licking and teasing him. He felt open, exposed... vulnerable. He'd only let one person this close to him, and that had been Shau're. That Jack got that place in his life now was both terrifying and exhilarating, because he did trust Jack to take care of him and make this good for him even if... if... what they were about to do was new to him.

Jack couldn't help the pleased chuckle at that, and he sucked harder at Daniel's cock in approval as his finger slid the rest of the way in.

Daniel's body seemed to welcome it, opening to him as he gently pressed, and then started to wiggle, just a little, to give himself room to start stroking.

Hot and silky around his finger, and Jack couldn't help the tease of rubbing rough fingers against the smooth insides, and watched Daniel in amusement as he wriggled and moaned.

God I love this kid, Jack thought to himself, shaking his head as he slid his mouth further down. The thought seemed completely natural and at home in his mind, and he didn't give a second consideration as he started to move his wiggling finger inside Daniel, pulling out and pushing back in until he could move easily.

The moving was intense. Strange, exciting in some dark and dirty way, and enough that Daniels legs tightened as he looked down at Jack, as if seeking reassurance. His throat bobbed hard as he took in the sensation -- full and strange and uncomfortable inside, even if Jack was fanning the flame of his pleasure into an inferno with every lick and suck. He couldn't help it -- it was so good, he was so good with his mouth, that he couldn't help moving a little, stroking towards that mouth and coincidently, the intense heat and stretch in his backside.

Jack raised his head at Daniel's tentative movements, and met his lover's eyes. "Yeah, it's okay," he said softly, reading the hesitation in Daniel's face.

Yeah, he knew him that well. "Feels good. C'mon, Daniel. Trust me. Won't hurt you, promise." He was just making himself comfortable between Daniel's spread thighs, and a second slick finger joined the first, and Jack sucked again at Daniel's cock, and then his balls, to distract him from it.

Daniel bit hard on his lower lip and whimpered through it, thighs trembling where they lay open. "I am trusting you," he said softly, then pushed his face to the side as the finger got bigger... no, just became two, two fingers inside of him, and not even Jack's mouth could prevent him from feeling it. The stretch and burn made him make a low noise in his throat as they slid into him, slowly but carefully. He could do this. For Jack, he could do this. Because yes, Jack was a man, but he was also Jack and for that Daniel could do anything for him. So he took a deep breath and let himself relax again, Adam's apple bobbing as his legs shifted, feeling those fingers all the way in his brain. Jack would never hurt him, went out of his way to make sure he didn't get hurt, the stubborn prick, and now was no exception. "I do trust you," he repeated.

Jack slid his torso up Daniel's chest to nibble at his chin. "Not gonna hurt you." He kissed Daniel's mouth again, quickly and sweetly, then turned his attention to Daniel's nipples.

Crisp and red, they were still slightly damp from Jack's previous bites, and as his fingers still stroked in Daniel's body, Jack centered his attention on the hard, wrinkled little nubs. He sucked and nipped, bit and licked until they were pebbled and erect, poking out from Daniel's body with their reddened tips, and when he was done, Jack teased the red flesh with soft licks as he gently worked in a third finger.

"Jack, no, Jack," he whispered half-heartedly when he felt more, bigger inside of him trying to push in, even as Jack's mouth descended on his nipples. He whimpered in pleasure, ignoring the increasing size inside of him, the fingers crowding inside of him and it burned, but so did his nipples and his cock caught between them. He shuddered, not knowing where to move, hips vibrating, chest gasping, and it was good in a way he hadn't felt in a long, long time. He groaned softly, hanging on tight to Jack's shoulders and neck as he pulled his legs open a little bit more.

Jack didn't stop at the whispered "no," just slowed down until he felt Daniel opening back up around him. He brought his free hand down to squeeze Daniel's cock lightly, jacking the slick column with his fist as he sucked the head, then let go to add just a little more lube to his fingers before pressing them inward again, making the push a little slicker and a little easier. "Sssh," Jack purred softly, biting hard on Daniel's thigh as he pushed in, leaving a ring of teeth marks that would likely bruise the next day.

Daniel's chest heaved as those fingers pressed back in and it was good and it hurt and it was terrifying in every single way. He moved his legs again so Jack could get closer, then cried out sharply when he bit his thigh *hard* and pushed his fingers in at the same time. Daniel tried to keep his mind off of the fingers, tried to think about his body and his cock, his nipples and the bite on his thigh, anything to distract him from the pain he was going through.

That was, until Jack touched something inside of him that set of sparks behind Daniel's eyes.

Pleasure swamped him, like a tap had been opened. His body was filled with pleasure from his rolling eyes to his curling toes -- his cock got so hard it sprayed pre-come down his cock and over his belly, and he thumped his head back, biting his knuckles and screaming into them as his free hand grasped a handful of Jack's hair and didn't let go.

Jackpot.   Jack tossed his head up into Daniel's grip, grinning around his mouthful as he pushed his fingers back in against Daniel's prostate. Each press against the little gland helped open his lover's body, and he knew that one, maybe two more strokes is all Daniel--and he himself--could stand before they exploded.

So he carefully stroked over the same spot again, carefully sliding his mouth off Daniel's cock to keep from getting him off early.

The pain was gone. Or at least, overshadowed by the intense pleasure going on in his bottom. It was hot and perfect and so good he couldn't keep himself from thrusting into the fingers inside of him, bucking down into them so he could get more in that spot, that spot right there. He couldn't help it -- he wailed Jack's name, the muscles of his ass convulsing tight around Jack's fingers as he squeezed and writhed and moved.

Slowly, Jack withdrew his fingers, and picked up one of the condoms from where they'd fallen during Daniel's frenetic bucking.

One hand rolled the rubber sheath down over his cock, and the other slathered the condom with lube as he slid it down and secured it snugly over his cock.

Then he looked down at Daniel, and then at himself. "You ready, Danny?"

Daniel whimpered as the fingers slid free, and his eyes went to Jack's face, to what was now his huge cock, which was somehow going to fit inside of him. He almost bucked and squealed right there, but it was Jack's need and Daniel's own curiosity that had him nodding, his fingers tightening on every bit of Jack he could reach -- in this case hair and shoulders. "Y-yeah, but, uh, can't f-fold myself up."

"Don't have to," Jack said. He moved one of Daniel's legs carefully around his hip, and left the other lying on the bed as he moved back between Daniel's spread legs.

The little opening was still stretched open and waiting for him, and Jack leaned himself over, capturing Daniel's mouth in a long, hard kiss as he slowly led himself into his lover's body.

He groaned sharply into Daniel's mouth, one hand anchoring itself on Daniel's hip as he pushed in. Hot, tight, slick and wet and grasping, and Jack felt like he could barely breathe with the need to fuck.

But he didn't. He gritted his teeth and pushed in slowly, sliding out just a little and working himself back in with minute little thrusts until he was completely seated, and only then did he let himself open his eyes and look down at Daniel under him.

Oh God. Oh God. Oh, oh God.

It was over before Daniel realized it had started. Jack was leaning against him, over him, kissing him as he slid inside his body. Huge, fucking huge, pushing in and he was too big, he'd never fit, oh God it hurt, never fit. His erection wilted, and it was all he could do not to run screaming from the room. So big. So fucking huge. It would never fit, not ever.

And then it did. Jack was inside. Inside, all the way inside Daniel's body, his balls resting against Daniel's backside, his body tight against his. Intimate in a way Daniel had never experienced and he thought for sure he'd fly away into a million pieces if Jack didn't hold him tight, just like he was doing right now. His breath was shuddering in and out, his body trembling, his muscles aching and fiercely tight. Very little pleasure right now, just pain, just getting used to Jack inside him. So big. Bigger than was possible.

He opened his eyes when he felt Jack watching him, and squeezed Jack tightly to him with the leg around Jack's hip.

Jack's arms tightened around Daniel, holding him close and sliding his hands up and down Daniel's biceps.

"S'okay," he muttered softly, dragging his teeth down Daniel's ear. "You want on top?" His hands squeezed Daniel gently, fighting the urge to move and realizing that this way would be the only way he didn't do something rash, like hurt Daniel.

Daniel's breathing was a little too loud to his own ears as he nodded, almost frantically, against Jack's cheek. He needed it, needed to control it so it didn't hurt, God, he was so big so big, and he almost wanted to squirm away from the fullness of Jack's cock inside of him.

"Okay. Deep breath." Jack locked his arms around Daniel's waist and rolled once, until he was on his back, and he was holding Daniel atop him, to his chest. His arms tightened once before letting go, and urging him to sit up. "There y'go," he grunted, raising his hips gently and undulating inside Daniel.

They both shifted, rolled, and Daniel pushed to help, and suddenly...wham bam, thank you ma'am. He was laying on Jack's chest, hands on either side of Jack's shoulders, and as Jack urged him he sat up, slowly and carefully. The dick inside of him was huge, so huge, but...better, this way, better because he could shift a little and move this way and that, controlling how much was inside of him and where and it didn't hurt so bad. He swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing, and looked down at Jack, sweaty bangs clinging to his forehead, sweat rolling beading his forehead and shoulders and neck, rolling down his nipples as he pressed both palms against Jack's belly. Now or never, and he bit his lip and moved his hips a little, seeing what felt good, how it felt inside of him, what he liked. Slow and easy he experimented, living up to his reputation with every tentative move this way and that, the slow roll of his hips, the thoughtful little movements this way and that.

And when he'd loosened, and it didn't hurt nearly so much as it had at first, Daniel gave in and moved up and down once, slowly pulling the hard cock out before sitting on it again, deep inside, deep, and oh.

That felt oddly... strangely... good.

Okay.

Jack had been very, very good. He'd been still while Daniel experimented, and his tongue had the teeth marks to prove it. He'd stayed still when Daniel moved just a little to the left, making his body corkscrew tightly around Jack's cock so much that his eyes crossed.

And he didn't move a muscle when Daniel gave an appealing little shimmy to get situated that made his cock bobble just once.

But when he started to move up and down?

That's when Jack had to throw in the towel. His hands went and gripped Daniel's hips firmly, tightly. Holding him there, guiding his body to move with Jack's, Jack gave a thrust up as he pulled Daniel down.

"Oh, GOD!"

Daniel would never admit to anyone but his priest that he'd screamed. But he had. Jack's hands, huge and wide, had grabbed his hips and tugged right as he thrust up and Daniel saw stars. He grabbed Jack's belly with one hand and one upraised knee with the other, back bowed into the sensation. It hurt, a lot, but there was this underlying sensation that was beginning to look suspiciously like pleasure.

Before Jack gave his next thrust Daniel leaned down for a hard, rough kiss to show Jack he was okay. A glint caught his eye around Jack's throat -- his dog tags, lying caught on the sheets beneath him. Before Jack thrust again Daniel tugged on the strand and pulled Jack's tags up over his head and with his eyes never leaving Jack's, pulled them on, the warmed metal lying between his nipples.

And then he began to ride.

The pleasure was right there -- he'd found it! Rock hard pleasure, to be exact, lodged tight and slick inside of him. Impossibly big, terrifyingly wonderful. When Jack squeezed and pulled back Daniel lifted up and met the thrust halfway. It struck that spot inside of him, that perfect spot and he gave a deep, vibrating moan, shuddering on top of Jack's body and seeking the next thrust before this one was over.

His dog tags around Daniel's neck.

He didn't know what about that he liked, but he really, really liked it.

So much so that he forced himself to sit up, back against the rungs of the headboard, dragging Daniel completely into his lap as he licked around Daniel's neck and throat, down his chest, and rubbed his cheek against the warm tags lying against Daniel's even hotter skin.

His thrusts into Daniel got faster in the new position, rocking Daniel in his lap as he kissed him, hard and messy as he sucked the moans into his own chest.

Sweat pooled between them, making the glide of bodies even easier and smoother as they slid wetly together, grunting with every stroke.

It hurt, it hurt, it hurt, but God, it was so GOOD. Daniel couldn't stop moaning, couldn't stop gasping, his body breaking out into goosebumps and going hot and cold with shivers all over. He rocked on Jack's lap as Jack rocked back, and when they changed position he was okay with that too. He spread his knees wider around Jack's hips and hung onto his neck, kissing and being kissed.

And then Jack tugged on his hips, did something, and oh "JACK!"

That good spot. The sweet spot. The perfect spot. Jack kept hitting it, over and over, with each hard thrust and Daniel's world came down to a pinpoint of stars. His entire body tightened and his muscles burned as he went faster, urging the pleasure deeper, so it bloomed in his belly and spread everywhere. It jerked through him, clear to the roots of his hair. Never in his life had Daniel expected to feel pleasure such as this, which the pain made all the sweeter, all the better, all the sharper until tears splashed down his face with it. He could only hold on, begging Jack to go faster, kissing him sloppily and not *caring* that he didn't have finesse right now because he needed, "Jack, please, harder!"

Oh, yeah.

Jack could give him harder. He could give him harder, faster, right there, and right now. Anything he asked for.

His tongue snaked out and licked the wetness off Daniel's cheeks as he started to thrust harder, driving his cock to the hilt in Daniel's ass with every stroke. His hands stayed on his lover's hips, pulling him down to meet every thrust up, groaning hard as he pressed his chest against Daniel's.

He could feel the rapidly pounding heart in Daniel's chest, and he knew he should have taken time to soothe him and calm him down but he was much, much too hot to do that right now. He just tightened his grip on Daniel as he moved faster, accommodating the need for harder and faster. "C'mon, Daniel," Jack groaned out, grinding Daniel down against his cock. "Lemme see... you touch yourself. Never really... get to look. Always back to back."

Daniel cried out in Arabic, begging Jack for harder and faster as he took his achingly hard cock in hand. The other arm stayed locked around Jack's neck, holding on for dear life as they moved, so good and perfect. His cock was like a live wire -- as soon as he took himself in hand it was like being set off like a rocket and he wailed in pleasure, jerking himself off as hard and fast as he was getting it inside his body. His head dropped to Jack's shoulder as they moved, hanging on, hanging on, wanting it all so badly and getting it, over and over and over. "Please Jack, please, harder, go harder!" he cried, cock jerking in his fist with every pound of Jack's dick into his body.

Jack's cheek nudged Daniel's head just a little further over on his shoulder so that he could see around it. The frantic motions of Daniel's hand on his cock sent little sparks flying through Jack's body, centering somewhere at the base of his spine and going up.

He rocked harder, until the entire bed was shaking, and he dragged Daniel down harder, his thighs slapping against Daniel's ass loudly in the quiet room. He fucked as hard as he could, eyes burning as sweat dripped into them, his hair itching and plastered to his forehead as he couldn't rip his eyes off Daniel's hands.

Hands he'd seen do everything, hands that had tended Jack's own wounds and helped him along, were now stroking over Daniel's cock, and Jack couldn't stand it. He just kept pounding harder, barely able to hold onto his orgasm. "C'mon. You're comin' first, Danny, if it kills me."

Hard. Fast. Lightening fast. His cock burned, his body burned, pleasure was shortening out the last few functioning brain cells. All Jack had to do was tell him to come for Daniel's entire body to go into overdrive. He convulsed, losing control as he shook, stroking his cock once, twice, three more times before he locked up. Everything froze, his body clamped on Jack's dick lodged tight inside and he climaxed, pleasure singing through his body so hard and so fast that he couldn't help screaming along with it. Come spilled everywhere -- all over their chests, their hips, legs, over Jack's dog tags laying on Daniel's chest. He came and came until he thought he'd die with it, pleasure in every fiber of his being.

And when he was through, he collapsed against Jack's chest, because he thought he'd never be able to move again.

"Fuck!" It was the only word left in Jack's brain when Daniel's body seized up around him.

His eyes crossed because he knew what was coming, thank God, because he wanted to see it, wanted to watch it happen, and his chest almost puffed out when Daniel came like a racehorse between them.

The tight, hard, hot squeeze of Daniel's body around him had Jack shuddering hard, coming almost as soon as Daniel had finished, cock twitching inside the condom as he filled it.

Daniel was breathless panting against him, and Jack couldn't help a big, prideful smile as he hooked his arm around Daniel's shoulders and pushed himself down, laying almost flat against the pillows and keeping Daniel tucked possessively to his chest.

They were going to be stuck together when Daniel woke up, but he really, really didn't care. ...well, yes, actually, he did, but not enough to get up and do anything about it.

He just knew that Daniel would be falling asleep on top of him, as always, and he really didn't mind that either. "Go on to sleep, Danny," Jack said softly, using a foot to kick up the sheet, frowned at the wet spot, and picked up the blanket instead, from the floor, and spread that over Daniel's bare legs and backside.

Daniel was shaking like a leaf. He felt Jack come, felt it through his own pleasure, felt him as he expanded and exploded inside. He could feel Jack, damp around his thighs, and Jack still tight inside, so deep inside. He shuddered all over and hugged Jack as tightly as Jack was hugging him, face in the crook of Jack's throat and his eyes closed. The sheet helped, warming him up, because the overwhelming pleasure was still shaking through him, making him tremble in Jack's embrace.

He nodded at Jack's words, making low, groaning noises in his throat because it was all he could do to show him he agreed. It was beautiful, wonderful, agonizingly... perfect. And as long as Jack kept him close just like this, it would continue to be perfect.

Jack acknowledged the groans with a lick of his own, and a chuckle into Daniel's ear. "I like it when you're speechless. Especially because of me. I'm gonna have to do this more often." He squeezed Daniel's waist tightly to show he was only partially joking, and kept him tucked in close.

He didn't know why, but it felt right and good and... well, like Daniel belonged there, tucked against his chest, wearing Jack's dog tags smeared with come and sweat.

With the last of his energy Daniel pinched Jack's side in warning and muttered something about 'inflating egos' somewhere into Jack's throat. He made a low noise and lifted his hips, because he needed Jack to get out of him for a while, let things settle back where they were supposed to be, and it was stinging again. He couldn't sleep if it was stinging.

Jack just snickered at the ego part, and twitched his hips just enough to let his softening cock slide out of Daniel's body. He made no move to let him go any further, however, and reached down with one hand to peel the messy condom off. He tossed it towards the trash can, and heard the squelch of it hitting the bottom of the plastic liner, and gave a grunt of accomplishment as he turned onto his side, sliding his leg between Daniel's and hooking Daniel's leg over his hip.

Daniel made a low groaning sound when Jack slid free, and yeah, that hurt, but once he was out everything settled again and he could wrap his legs around Jack again, one thrown over Jack's hip to keep him close. He closed his eyes tiredly there where they were sharing a pillow and swallowed, murmuring a soft, "Thanks," as sleep started to drift over him. He opened his eyes just enough, groggy and glassy, to make sure Jack was okay with that because... well, he didn't know if Jack was into post snuggling. Daniel wasn't a post snuggling kind of guy. He was a kissing-sex-then-sleep kinda guy.

"You're welcome," Jack said, amused beyond belief at the sleepy eyes that were peeking back at him. He just shifted back closer to Daniel, keeping him tucked warmly against Jack's body under the sheets, and rubbing the back of his shoulders. "Go on, Danny. Go to sleep. I know you always do, and I'm not gonna kick you outta bed." A belated thought. "Unless you're hungry. In which case I go out to the car and bring in the frozen blocks of Chinese food for thawing in the microwave."

A ghost of a grin covered Daniel's face at that and he shook his head, glad in some distant part of his head that Jack wasn't a woman. A woman expected kisses and snuggles and loveydoveyness. So long as Jack was close that was enough for him. Daniel exhaled slowly and closed his eyes again, tucked there as he was against Jack's body.

He fell asleep listening to Jack breathing.

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