Jack stretched as he woke up. He didn't mean to wake up in the middle of the night, but the warmth beside him was making his cock very, very interested in snuggling up, especially against the snow that had started to bat against the window. The midnight moonlight showed the fat white flakes easily, and Jack made sure to pull the blanket up over Daniel.

Daniel. His eyes cracked open at that, and he grinned. Daniel had, at some point in the night, rolled over onto his stomach, spreading half out over Jack and half over the pillow. Jack didn't mind; he just slowly eased himself completely under Daniel, then stroked his hand over the curve of Daniel's ass.

He was surprised to find Daniel still open from earlier, still slick from the lube and the stretching, and Jack had a very evil thought. Nibbling softly at Daniel's ear to keep him asleep, Jack lifted his hip and pulled out one of the condom wrappers from before, peeled it open, and slid it down his cock in a few familiar movements. A squirt of lube later, which he spread over the condom and concentrated a dollop on the head, and he was ready.

Once he was sure it was ready, Jack raised his legs and lower body just enough to slide Daniel onto his cock, slowly guiding the hard shaft into Daniel's welcoming opening. His arms stayed tight around Daniel's shoulder, mouth close to his ear and temple to reassure him.

Daniel shuddered himself awake, gasping when the strange and yet somehow familiar pressure pressed against his backside. For a moment he didn't know what was happening -- a flash of fear screamed something about Goa'uld and prison planets -- but then he caught sight of the ripped open foil packets on the side table and remembered. Jack. Jack's home. He and Jack had experienced spectacular sex here only a little while ago.

His mouth still tasted like Jack's dick.

The pressure was familiar, yes, still hurting enough to wake him up completely as Jack slid into him. It was much easier than the first time, better, and though it was sore back there it didn't hurt nearly as much as it had the first time. He gave a low, sleepy groan where his cheek was pressed to Jack's chest and shifted his legs, allowing Jack in a little easier.

Jack's chuckle rumbled in his chest as he realized Daniel's panic upon first waking up. "S'okay, it's just me," he murmured softly, sliding in carefully as Daniel opened up to him. "Not hurting you, am I?"

"No," Daniel whispered back just as quietly, and slid his knee up around Jack's hip. The shift in motion had Jack... oh... sliding in so easily, so perfectly, and he gasped out a soft, quiet sound of pleasure when he felt Jack's balls resting against his backside. He opened his eyes and looked up, long enough to meet the gently glittering eyes in the dark, and stroked his fingers over Jack's face. "S'pos'd be my turn," he mumbled, gently rubbing his still sleepy, but stirring, cock against Jack's belly.

"I think you're a little too asleep to be doing it right now," Jack teased. "Although... if you want me to stop..." Jack braced his hand on Daniel's hip and made to withdraw, slowly pulling himself out as he closed his eyes and kissed Daniel's hand as it stroked over his face.

"Nnnnn." Which was about as far a noise in denial as Daniel could make right now. There was the pressure, and the heat, and the intensity, but it was... slower this time. Good. Better. He lay back down on Jack's chest, rubbing a little firmer against Jack's belly, and mumbled, "Not doin' the work. You want, you work for it."

Jack chuckled again, and kept pulling back until just the head was resting inside Daniel, and then he slid forward again, firmly but carefully, sheathing his entire length again. "I don't mind working for it," Jack answered the mumble. His teeth nibbled along the closest ear, and his cheek rubbed against Daniel's. "Snowin'. Stuck here."

When Jack's dick pulled back, then slid back inside so carefully, Daniel gave a deep, trembling sigh. He felt like his entire life had led up to this moment, this heart stopping moment. He hadn't been this happy, this complete, since his parents had died. Not even Shau're could bring him this happiness Jack had, and he reached up for Jack's mouth. It didn't matter that they both tasted like come and sweat and cock. It was okay, because it was Jack, and for the first time in his life Daniel had no words for what he was feeling. He just moved slowly back with every one of Jack's thrusts, groaning softly each time and resting softly against Jack's body. "Jack," he whispered.

"Mmm?" Jack didn't really give much more of a verbal answer, what with Daniel's tongue in his mouth, the slow strokes of his cock in Daniel's body, and his hands sliding slowly up and down Daniel's hips and sides, guiding him in slow, shallow waves of movement.

"This is crazy," he whispered back into Jack's mouth, softly, as he licked the long line of them. So thin and firm all the time, they were swollen from kisses, soft and pouty and had there been any light in the room, he was sure they'd have been red. He licked and suckled the lower one softly, chewing at it to his leisure. "Jack... this is crazy," he whispered again. "Get on top of me?"

"Why's it crazy?" Jack asked, thrusting lazily in Daniel. When he heard the request, Jack stilled his motions, and nudged Daniel's chin with his nose. "You sure you want me on top? You ready for that?"

"Ready," Daniel agreed, nodding with his eyes closed. He was loose, relaxed with sleep. If he was fully awake, with all his brain cells working overtime, he'd panic. Now. It had to be now. He nodded again, nudging Jack with his arms to roll them over because like he'd said -- Jack was working for it if he wanted it.

Jack chuckled again. "Lazy," he teased, biting the end of Daniel's nose gently as he rolled them over, snuggling Daniel warmly into the spot Jack had just vacated, and re-positioning himself between Daniel's spread legs.

The first thrust was easy and welcoming, and Jack gave a soft, vibrating groan as he was able to sink himself inside Daniel easily. "So good," he murmured softly. "Not crazy. Good."

Daniel rolled with Jack into the warm blankets, warm all around them, and Jack's body. He pulled his legs up around Jack's waist and held on, because he knew -- deep. The first thrust was so deep and he moaned softly in pleasure, eyes still closed sleepily as he waited for Jack to begin. "Crazy, Jack. On your team... man. Crazy, not gay," he whispered, and trembled in delight when Jack stroked past that sweet spot inside. Good, so good, warming up his body and making him want so much.

"Mmm. You're right. Insane. Don't care." Jack started the easy, flowing thrusts of his cock inside Daniel, stroking gently but firmly, to the hilt every time. His head dropped down, nibbling along Daniel's throat, rubbing against Jack's dog tags still around his neck. "These look good on you."

"Sticking to my chest hair," Daniel murmured, and his chest trembled. Not in fear but with chuckles... all right, giggles, but he couldn't help it because it was really, really funny. Here they were, having sex again, his cock firming up nicely between them, Jack's dog tags stuck with glue-like come to his chest, and it was probably one of the best places he'd ever been. He couldn't help smiling there in the dark as Jack moved, so slow, so sweet, so perfect. Farting jokes and gluey come included.

Jack smiled back when he saw the expression on Daniel's face, rubbing his fingertips over Daniel's lips before kissing them softly again.

His erection moved easily in Daniel's body this time, the new angle working wonders for the kink his back. He stroked quickly, deeply, making sure he was buried to the hilt with every push before pulling out to the head.

Daniel closed his eyes as they moved, the smile sliding off his face with the sweat rolling down his temples. Jack was nothing but shadow, flesh and bone above him, warm and hard and male everywhere. The rough rub of his hair, the soft touch of his lips over his skin, the moon shining through the curtains over there bodies. It was... magic, pure magic he hadn't felt since he'd made love to Shau're on the dunes outside of their tent, the moons of Abydos and millions of stars hanging over the night sky. When she died Daniel thought he'd never love again; he had vowed to himself that he would never again kiss another breast, stroke soft flesh, slip between warm thighs and into oblivion. He never could again, without thinking of his beautiful wife, lost to him because of what he'd done.

He hoped wherever Shau're was, she understood why he was letting this happen, and be happy for him.

The thought was inexplicably sad and wonderful at the same time, and it made him wrap his arms tightly around Jack's shoulders and hug him tightly close as they moved together in an age old dance.

Jack sensed the change in Daniel's mood, and he wrapped his arms around Daniel, gathering him close and nuzzling his warm skin softly.

His cock still stroked steadily between his lover's legs, and he couldn't get enough of the taste of Daniel, or the smell of him, or the feel of him close. He almost wished they were sharing the same skin, but this was as close to that as they were going to get.

He wondered what Daniel had been thinking to cause the change in mood, but he gave soft kisses to stay with the change, to reassure Daniel that he wasn't going to ask for more than he was willing to give.

Daniel closed his eyes against Jack's throat and let Jack take him. Slowly, carefully, it moved without his permission into something much more than sex. There was sex, like they'd had before -- mind blowing sex, body tearing orgasms, exercise of the body. This, here, was the exercise of the spirit. Or rather, exercising demons.

With each stroke, each slow touch, each softly murmured word and kiss, Daniel thought maybe, just maybe, he could love again. It hurt to think so but even as he gave a soft cry, half sob and half sound of pleasure, he knew it was true. His beloved Shau're had been gone for so long, and he'd been so lonely. That he could have this -- a warmth in his bed, a soul who understood his and didn't try to change it or his many downfalls -- was enough to hold Jack harder, tighter against him, and stroke up to meet him. A little more frantic now, a little more wanting, the burn and pulse of pleasure matching the weight of his heart as it was lessened, as he set down pains and held on a little tighter to the agonies that made him who he was.

It was like Daniel was coming up from a cloud. His existence had been nothing -- trivial, until now. He would always love his Shau're, but that part of his heart was locked and buried for all time. The place Jack had in his heart seemed to grow exponentially until he thought he'd burst with it.

He loved Jack O'Neill.

In a secret place inside of him, he had a feeling he always had.

When Daniel started to move under him, Jack picked up the pace, one hand reaching down to guide Daniel's hips into the right rhythm, stroking harder and faster, down to the hilt every time.

Daniel meeting him was quite possibly the best feeling Jack'd ever known. The most complete feeling that Jack had ever known. He'd never been a celibate man, and his marriage to Sara had never been lacking--at least, not until Charlie's accident--but this...

this was like nothing Jack had ever experienced before.

When Daniel came, moments later at the hand of Jack's giving thrusts, he saw stars. He climaxed without a touch to his erection and came forever. Each pulse and beat of his heart was another promise, another word set in stone. There was no room for fear of rejection. Jack could never reject him, just like Daniel could never reject Jack. It was complete, it was wonderful, it was sublime.

And when he came down from his orgasm, body shuddering, skin goose bumped and pulse racing, he smiled.

Jack was very, very surprised to see that Daniel had come without a helping hand, so to speak. He was even more shocked when he came without realizing it, almost, it happened so quickly. Mid-thrust into Daniel's body, and as soon as Daniel came, he did.

It wasn't the hot, fierce clutch it had been before, but a gentle clasp that welcomed him home, and he came.

He rolled off Daniel just enough that he didn't crush him, and pulled him close again. "Sorry for wakin' you up," he murmured apologetically. "Just didn't see a reason why you shouldn't enjoy it too."

He would not cry. He refused to cry. Daniel did not cry. Okay, he did, but only in extenuating circumstances. And when he was Darth Daniel. But in general, he did not cry. And he was not crying now, when he buried his face in Jack's shoulder and hugged him to his body hard, squeezing him tight, just as he squeezed Jack's softening erection inside of him.

Whatever had just happened scared the shit out of him, and it was all he could do not to spill his guts and tell Jack everything. And have him bolt, more than likely. So he loosened his grip and smiled into Jack's neck as he kissed the flesh there softly. The orgasm was secondary to everything that had just happened, like a secret only he knew.

All he knew was he wanted Jack right where he was, forever, if possible, and the thought was enough to get him to snort and peak up under his wet hair, panting as he spoke. "You're just saying that. What you really want to do is addict me to sex like this. Don't think I don't know you, Jack O'Neill."

"...well yeah, that was kind of the whole idea of doing this, the thought that you might want to do it again," Jack answered, biting the tip of Daniel's nose.

"Hah! Liar. You just want me to crave it so I don't get a turn. Well believe you me, Jack..." He thought a minute, wrinkling said nose as he tugged on damp gray hair. "...you'll have to wait your turn cause I'm liking this way too much. Even if my ass is sore."

Jack gave a little snicker. "No, I will get my turn on the other side, because believe me, Daniel Jackson, I know just how good it is."

He shuddered in Jack's arms and slipped up a little to wrap his arms around Jack's shoulders and bring him close, so they were eye to eye on the pillow. If he groaned a little as Jack slipped from his body, well then. He pitched his voice low, just for the two of them, and said, "I have to tell you something."

Jack raised himself up on one elbow, so that he was looking at Daniel. One hand drew little patterns on Daniel's skin, every so often bumping into his dog tags, still around Daniel's neck. "If you tell me that you're actually a freed Goa'uld love slave, I may have to zat you."

And there were the dimples. "I hear they've got great medical."

"Yeah, but their long-term plan sucks."

Daniel smiled again, briefly, and traced the laugh lines on Jack's chin. "It's not that. I have to apologize for... uh..."

"For...?" Jack left the sentence trailing just to irritate Daniel.

"For... 118. Or, uh, rather, my attitude problem thereafter." Daniel couldn't quite look at Jack, so instead he played with Jack's fingers on his chest and the dog tags they were playing with. "Uh, you know. With the... challenging your authority."

Jack's shoulders rippled in a little shrug. "It's okay, Daniel. I realize you may not always like what I do, or why I do it. It's not required. But 118..." Jack let it trail off again, and threw himself down flat on the bed beside Daniel, dragging his arm over his eyes for a long moment. "118 was different. A month, Daniel. Give or take. But a whole month where I couldn't do a damn thing to protect the people who mean the most to me, the people who I think of as my family. I couldn't even get along with my best friend, and that's upsetting enough without adding in all those other issues, like almost losing Teal'c because of not knowing he had Junior and what it might do to him. I can't let that happen again, Daniel. I can't let myself down like that, and I can't let Carter and Teal'c down, and I sure as hell can't let YOU down."

Daniel paused, gathering his words, fingertip stroking down the side of Jack's hand. "I know. But you've been so busy feeling guilty over it, Jack, that you didn't look at the reasons why." He looked up. "We aren't friends. We were never friends. From the first day I met you, till this very moment, we've never been friends. You know it like I do. I know you, Jack, in ways I don't know myself. I understand why we weren't friends on 118 -- I don't like it, but I understand it. And now I need you to understand." He traced his fingertip over the 'J' in 'Jonathan' on Jack's dog tags. "I know you feel guilty, but don't. I know most of the time I don't seem it, but I'm a grown man, and I need you to see me as one. I'm not the best soldier, but I've taken care of you and the others in the past. You trained me yourself." He paused. "I need you to trust me to do what's right when we're out there."

"I don't understand why we weren't friends on 118," Jack said angrily. "Even if you're right--which, damn you, you are--you're right. We've never been friends, but the kind of knowing each other that we do... it doesn't go away. At least, it shouldn't go away and it did. And that makes me angry, Danny, and it makes me wonder what I did wrong to put us all in that situation." He turned his head to look at Daniel then. "I do see you as a grown man, and I know you're capable. You've done things that I don't think I'd have the guts to. It's not even a question of trusting you. I'd put my faith in you if you told me we had to assassinate the president because he's a Goa'uld. I'd put forth the plan on your say so. It's a question of trusting myself with you."

"It's not about knowing, Jack." But that was veering into dangerous 'emotion' talk Daniel was in no way comfortable with. He shifted a little, almost uncomfortably, as he shied away from that. He glanced up a little, tracing Jack's thumb gently where it lay on Daniel's chest. "What do you mean?"

"What do I mean about which part?"

"About trusting yourself with me."

Jack gave a grunt, and he lay there silently for a minute, trying to find the right words to translate what he felt in his gut to the actual words to explain it.

And he found that he couldn't. He understood it viscerally, but he couldn't put it into words.

"I just... don't trust myself not to get you killed," he finally said. "I have to be careful. You can take care of yourself, I know. So can Carter and Teal'c, but I know they've been trained by people who aren't me. You... I'm the one who's taught you how to shoot a gun, and I've had to be careful about it and watch you because I know you don't like guns. But I put it in your hands, Daniel. And I don't like that. So I have to make sure you don't have to use it unless it's a last resort."

It touched him, but Daniel didn't let on. Instead he turned over on his side with a low sigh, his ass... doing a little more than twinging, but it was easily ignored when he slid his legs between Jack's and hugged the top one close to him between his thighs. "I'm not going to get myself killed. You may have taught me, but I'm still me. I'm a survivor. You don't have to worry about me, okay?"

Jack just closed his eyes, and felt Daniel snuggling in close. He let his chin fall to rest on Daniel's temple, and gave a soft sigh. "Yeah, I do."

"You don't, Jack. I don't do good with it. I've been taking care of myself my whole life." He paused thoughtfully, looking at the swell of muscle and bone that made up Jack's hip, then up where it moved to his back and shoulders. "Does this change things?"

Soft little growl as Daniel told him not to worry, and Jack just pulled him closer. "Change things? Yeah. It does. It's... different. Better. Not worse. Better."

"Not going to begin treating me like a little woman or something, right?"

A snort, at that. "According to you, don't I already?" But he gave Daniel a grin. "No little woman." He rubbed his thigh against Daniel's groin. "No, definitely not."

Daniel gave Jack what could only be termed bedroom eyes, from the wicked slant of his expressive brows to the little curl of his lip. All ego, there, and a little bit of pride, and a lot of bashfulness, too. He blushed a little and cleared his throat, anyway. "Jack, if I forget to tell you in the morning...thanks for letting me stay. And... you know. This. It was..." Wonderful? Fantastic? Mind blowing? "Great."

"You're welcome. I'm glad you stayed." He tilted his head as it was obvious Daniel was searching for words, and when *great* was all that came out, Jack adopted an injured expression. "Just great?" All wounded puppy eyes, sparkling in the light as he looked down.

Yeah right. Like Daniel wasn't completely immune to the puppy dog eyes. Considering he'd seen those brown eyes sarcastic, angry, and snipping. "Reign in that ego, there, Jack. As I seem to recall, I never got a turn." And there was the wicked pull of his lips again, and a fair dose of amusement, as they whispered like kids at camp. ...Naughty kids at camp. "Instead, I got assaulted while I was trying to sleep."

Jack thought idly to himself that he was going to have to find a new expression to break Daniel with, since obviously the eyes weren't working any longer. "I'm not stopping you from taking your turn," Jack pointed out, and nipped a quick little kiss from the pouty pull of Daniel's amused lips. "You can assault me during my sleep any time you want."

"Well, Jack, I've got to think about your age," Daniel said, and yeah, naughty kid at camp covered it. He snickered, loudly in the quiet of their room, as he teased his Jack. ...Er...Jack. Not...his. Just Jack. "You seem like a two-a-night max kind of guy," he said wickedly, cheeks dimpling as he caught Jack's hand before he could get his revenge.

Jack was just reaching down to pinch something when Daniel's hand caught his wrist. Since when had he become so transparent?

And then he stopped to consider something.

"Two a night?" He pondered. "I haven't been two a night in... years, actually."

"You say that like you've had sex in years," Daniel said, and okay, he just burst out laughing at that and scrunched in from the pokes Jack would most certainly engage in.

"You're impugning my reputation here," Jack said, elbowing Daniel in the ribs and then poked him in the belly.

Daniel caught the hands even as they poked him and, still laughing, rolled over onto Jack. He pinned Jack's wrists on the pillow over their heads and looked down at him, flushed and...happy. Happier than he'd been in a long, long time. "So, Erik the Red, think we can break your two-a-night luck?" Daniel asked, amusement sparkling his blue eyes. "Depending on if you think you can handle my playing."

Jack burst into laughter at that. "I'm a Viking in the sack! I'm gonna tell Carter you said that, dammit!" He rubbed himself up against Daniel. "I think we can try. And I can handle anything you dish out, Jackson," he said, his own amusement and... yeah, well, other emotions he wasn't going to talk about sparkling brightly in answer to Daniel's.

Yeah, like Daniel didn't see them.

He smiled. Brightly, and sweetly, and a hint shyly. "Knees over my shoulders?" he murmured, letting go of Jack's wrists and sliding down the length of corded forearm and softly haired armpit. "Drilling into you, so hard you see stars? Like I did?" he whispered against the crook of Jack's neck, which he kissed softly, peppering slow kisses down the column of his throat. "Or maybe just touching you, my fingers up your ass and my mouth around your dick. Sucking," he murmured into the hollow. He knew Jack thought of him as innocent, but Daniel was anything but. He'd been around the block. "Or do you want to share? Want to lick me as I lick you, Jack? As I drill my fingers into you?"

"Unghnngh." Yeah, that was pretty much all Jack's verbal skills, right there. He made Daniel see stars! His ego--already inflated enough--gave a little cheer and he rubbed against Daniel as Daniel talked very, very dirty, and he wondered why it was he liked it. "I want you in my ass, actually," Jack finally got out, stretching and arching his back.

Unghnngh was right. Daniel didn't let the jolt it gave through his body deter him from his licking. His dick was already reemerging -- Daniel was no spring chicken himself, and three times in one night was already reaching his limit. When Jack's little pleased smirk crossed over his face he licked over the soft shell of an ear and murmured into it, as he lowered his body onto Jack's and gently rubbed, "You made me shake harder than I have since I was 16. I've never orgasmed so hard in my life -- never had come everywhere like I did tonight. Never wanted to. I want messy, Jack. I want dirty. If you play in my ballpark," a slow, agonizing shimmy, "Then you need to know that I play rough. I like it rough. I'm not soft, and I'm not sweet." A slow, rolling thrust. "Think you can take it?"

Jack wrapped his fist around his dog tags and used them to haul Daniel over to his mouth and kissed him roughly. "Yeah. I can take it. I can take what you give me," he growled into Daniel's mouth, nibbling his tongue. His legs spread and his lower body shifted until Daniel's groin was aligned with his before thrusting up against him. "I want messy and hard too, because I know you can give me that."

"Think you can, flyboy?" Daniel growled back, right into Jack's lips. "Think you can take it all and not squeal on me?"

A personal challenge, from Daniel to Jack. Competition, and fun were the name of the game, because that's all Jack and Daniel did with one another. It was the element that made their relationship so exciting -- the constant tug back and forth for control, demanding and receiving, and giving when the situation called for it. With a look Daniel could take control back, and with only a touch Jack had it all. It was exhilarating, knowing they had that kind of control over one another, and Daniel reveled in it now.

He was a linguist -- words were his game. His used them as skillfully as Jack used his weapons, honed from years of experience and one too many bullies who'd met their match in a scrawny thing with a big mouth.

He wasn't scrawny anymore.

"Every guy has his buttons, Jack. Some guys like blow jobs... some like dirty talk. But those aren't your buttons, are they, Jack?" Daniel rolled up to straddle Jack's hips, his groin snug between Daniel's legs and pressed firm behind his balls. He rocked, slowly, gently, as he spoke. "Something else pushes your buttons. And I know what that is."

Daniel pulled the dog tags up over his head, and with three twists wound them around his balls and dick snugly. The tags hung down over his balls, hot metal touching hot, straining flesh which Daniel took in hand and slowly, lethargically, began to stroke. "You like watching me come looking at you. Thinking about you. Touching myself when I'm so close to you that you swear you can hear my heart beating."

Whenever Daniel had figured out that Jack liked his dog tags, he didn't know.

But it was going to kill him. He groaned very, very loudly as Daniel wrapped them around his cock, and part of Jack's brain noted that yes, that was very accurate, because Daniel's dick was going to become Jack's private property from here on out.

But the rest of him just gave a huge shudder, arching his back as he reached out, fingers skating over the wet head of Daniel's metal-wrapped cock.

Daniel's lips curved, all wicked innocence, without peaking through his closed eyes. He could picture Jack's face clearly without having to look at him. Aroused. Shy. Needy. All ego and want and shock. Ohh yes.

Daniel slowly moved on top of Jack's body, rocking forward carefully, just enough to arouse Jack's body, then back, to arouse himself. The head of Jack's cock rubbed the back of Daniel's bound balls, the raspy sound of flesh-on-metal loud between them. "I know what you like. That you watch, in our tents off world. I know you get so hard that you tent your pants -- that you can think of nothing but what I'm doing. How I'm doing it. How're you liking it, Jack?" he opened his eyes now, to look down at him. Furious lust was in his eyes, matching his heart beat and the clanking of the tags as they hit one another on his every stroke.

Jack's eyes flew open at the husky tone of Daniel's voice, and he concentrated on that, rather than the vision of Daniel's hand stroking his cock.

So hard not to, because it was motions he knew as well as his own, so fucking hard not to watch and see the head of Daniel's cock peeking out of his fist, covered with glinting little bullets of chain links and the flat of his tags against the shaft itself.

"Liking... liking a lot," he croaked, arching his back up to try and reach Daniel's cock. "Fuck."

Daniel leaned over him, bracing one hand right beside Jack's head while the other kept stroking his dick. His fist was so close to Jack's belly that he rasped over the hairs there on every stroke. "I did this every night I asked you if I could. In my sleeping bag, holding tight, just...like...this," Daniel gasped, and then closed his eyes on a low, deep moan. His back rolled and arched, head lifting up in pleasure. "Yesssss."

Finally.

Jack's hand shot up to wrap over Daniel's, moving in a motion that was so familiar to his body though he'd never used the same rhythm himself.

Except maybe that once he'd had to try it. His hand squeezed Daniel's tightly as he stroked, hearing more than feeling the jangle of tag against skin, and he wondered... "How'm... ever wear these again... 'thout thinkin' of this?"

Daniel's smile, pure wicked, devilish glee, shined down at him. "That's the point, Flyboy."

"Gonna give me a heart attack," Jack growled back, stroking Daniel's cock harder and faster, making Daniel's hand move with him. "Don't care. So worth it."

"Worth it," Daniel hissed, and with effort he pulled Jack's hand from his cock, though it cost him to do it. He closed his eyes, gathering himself up again from the spiral of pleasure he'd been running towards, and slit his eyes down at Jack. He tsked through his teeth and took Jack's hands again, lifting them back up onto the pillow. With slow, careful touches he stroked back down and leaned down over Jack's body, getting himself comfortable again over Jack's chest. His backside was in the air, but it was just enough to give Jack a good look of his bound dick and the chain. "I know another of your buttons, did you know that? One you thought no one knew about, Jack. But I see you, when you're aroused. I see how your fingers always drift up towards your chest but always stop before you actually touch." He brushed his fingers over the peaked nipples and over the warm hair around them. "Why is that? They feel good, don't they?" A lick, and the hardening of the little nipple, told him so.

"Oh, Christ."

Jack shuddered, hard. There were reasons he left his nipples alone during masturbation, and that's because he got loud when they were touched.

Sensitive as hell, and he squirmed under Daniel's rough little fingers. "Gonna kill me, Danny," he grunted, arching his chest so that the aching little nubs were more prominent and would hopefully attract more attention, and possibly Daniel's tongue.

Yes, well. The noises were enough for Daniel to catch one between his lips and stop playing. There was a note of need in Jack's voice Daniel really didn't like to be there, which was odd because he was mostly immune to hearing those things when it came to other people, but it was loud and clear in Jack's voice. And Daniel was so fresh in love, so giddy with it, that he couldn't help sliding his hips down to rest against Jack's and give a slow, rolling thrust as he licked and suckled on Jack's nipples, just because he could.

And when he grew tired of that his hands roamed as his mouth moved southward towards a cock that tasted like come and latex but it was okay because when Daniel licked he was on cloud nine.

"Christ!" The jolt that shook Jack's body was like an electrical shock when Daniel's mouth finally found his nipples.

Sharp little moans and desperate groans as he rubbed up against Daniel, keeping his hands over his head and clenching his fists because Daniel had put them there for a reason and he wouldn't spoil the fun.

But he was going to die soon, and he couldn't stop the groans as he rubbed his thighs together, squeezing them gently as Daniel started to lick.

"Daniel," he groaned. "C'mon. Please."

He grazed his teeth across the head in warning over that. He was taking his time. ...Mostly because he didn't know what he was doing, and his backside was a shade too sore to go through any more gymnastics. So he just licked gently around the head, cataloguing that, and when he was comfortable again he slid the tip into his mouth and began to suckle, praying to God he wasn't embarrassing himself as he did. Slow but firm sucks, over and over, tugging around the head with his lips and with each slow stroke down, taking more into his mouth.

Jack could not stand it. The graze of teeth is what finished him off, and one hand came down to grasp Daniel's shoulder and shake it gently for attention. "Turn around," Jack rasped out, tongue snaking out to wet his lips.

Daniel looked up with a full mouth, realized he couldn't speak, and slid Jack free with an incredibly dirty little pop. "I can't anymore tonight, Jack. I'm sore," he said, with notes of apology in his voice. "Like this."

Jack shook his head, and his body gave a little shudder at the pop. "No no. Turn... around. Body. Hips up here, head down there, because I want your cock, Daniel, and right now."

Ohgodallmighty.

And with that, Jack had pulled the power back. It was mind numbing, this game they played, because without conscious thought Daniel found himself scrambling out from under the sheets and sliding up, legs trembling as they moved up under the pillows and close, close, so he and Jack were -- the first hot breath over his dick made him jerk and he groaned, biting the inside of his cheek. And then biting Jack's thigh.

Jack didn't even bother to unwrap the dog tags from around Daniel's cock before he licked it. The sharp tang of metal mixed with the salty taste of Daniel's own flesh and Jack groaned as he licked again. Slick precome was dribbling down the shaft and making the bullets of the chain slide easily on the shaft and Jack let the head pop into his mouth as he sucked. Hard as he could, tongue sliding right under the head before sliding down, dragging his teeth over the metal and coating the entire length with saliva before he pulled back up.

The hard suck, so hard Daniel all but felt his body being sucked through the head of his cock, made him sob out a scream. Hot encased his dick, so hot it burned, and so good he... he took it for what it was, learning, need and pleasure.

He wrapped his lips around Jack's cock again, tentative and sweet, but if Daniel was anything it was a fast learner. He pushed Jack's cock in as deep as he could and sucked up, hard, as hard as he could, until only the head was still in his mouth. Then down, as far as he could, and what he couldn't take in he encased in his fist.

Jack groaned around his mouthful of Daniel's cock, and brought his hands up. One braced on Daniel's thigh, the other reached up to stroke the back of his lover's balls as he started to suck.

Hard, deep, back and forth motions that nearly crossed his eyes every time he scraped across the dog tags. Never, never be able to wear the fucking things again without constantly being hard, wanting to fuck Daniel against the Stargate, didn't care, didn't care. He just sucked, hard as he could, swallowing the small jets of precome that spurted from Daniel's cock as he slid faster, mouth reaching down to the base before sliding up, eyes crossing every time.

Ecstasy, in its purest form. The slow, rocking motions of their bodies, the violent movements of their mouths, the harsh breathing and the swamping pleasure. Daniel was overcome, and pleasure gave him the courage to move his fingers between the sweaty crevice of Jack's furry thighs and back, to the round, firm little entrance waiting for his touch. He stroked over it, rubbing with the pad of his thumb as he sucked, learning what Jack like by what Jack was doing to him. Over and over they moved, Daniel's fingers firm and warm on the little rosebud of his entrance.

The very thought of being in there made him moan around his mouthful.

Jack's legs spread, and he tipped his hips upwards just a little, exposing his opening so that Daniel could get a better angle to fucking touch it already.

Couldn't ever remember being this hungry for sex ever before, but knew he was going to literally kill Daniel if he didn't hurry the hell up already. He sucked frantically, slurping embarrassingly loud and really not caring, hands tight on Daniel's hips as he pulled his lover's cock back into his throat.

The push nearly all the way into Jack's throat was all Daniel could stand. In it, the desperate words were loud and clear, and Daniel answered them.

He pushed up onto his elbow, Jack's cock sliding from his mouth, and panted as he reached back for the night table. There were condoms, and... lubricant, he needed...

Oh, God, no wonder his ass was so sore.

Daniel took one look at the bottle of lotion and vowed to kill Jack. Later. Sometime...later. For now he whimpered, pulled his fiercely red cock free from Jack's mouth with an agonized little groan, and smacked the bottle over Jack's head. "You jackass," he said, voice trembling with need as he scrambled to his feet. "Lotion? Lotion?!"

And with that, he zipped out the door.

Granted, he was back a few moments later after making an enormous ruckus in the kitchen, but he found what he was looking for, and slapped the bottle of Extra Virgin olive oil in Jack's hand as he slid back on the bed between Jack's legs, spread them, and ducked down to kiss the little closed hole.

Extra Virgin.

Somewhere, there was a great Deity in the cosmos laughing their Omniscient ass off.

All Jack could do was a breathless grunt of laughter as he unscrewed the cap, breaking the seal with a twist of his wrist and tossing the cap on the night stand. "Hand, Daniel. Gimmie your hand," he grunted out, tossing one of the fluffy green pillows down towards Daniel and thumping him on the head with it. He didn't bother verbalizing any other instructions, just raised his hips and waited.

Daniel pushed the pillow under Jack's hips moments after being conked in the head with it and held out his hand, not even looking as he trembled, eyes locked on the tiny hole he was about to...could he even fit in there? God. Jack had done it to him, but it had hurt and he didn't want to hurt Jack.

He faltered, guilty eyes coming up as he looked past his own need.

Jack reached out and yanked Daniel forward by the hand. Instead of pouring the oil out, which is what he'd meant to do, he saw the uncertainty and kissed Daniel's palm, then gave an insistent suck to each finger, getting them nice and wet.

"It's possible," Jack grunted, swallowing hard as he picked up the bottle again. "That I'm going to kill you... if you don't get your well-fucked ass in gear."

The golden oil poured easily out of the bottle, and Jack made sure that Daniel's hand was coated in it, slick enough to cover the whole fist if needed, and he bent one knee, opening himself up for Daniel.

All the permission Daniel needed.

He groaned, lowering himself to look as he kissed Jack's pulsing, hard dick, licking over it as his finger found the tiny bud he'd been playing with. He stroked a fingertip over it to slicken it and gently, steadily, pushed one finger in to the first knuckle.

Hot. Tight. So impossibly snug, it was like feeling a vice grip. The very thought of it going around his dick was enough to make Daniel shudder all over with delight, and a low groan echoed from him as he pushed in further, eyes locked on Jack's face.

Definitely going to kill Daniel. As slowly as he was going. That was the best punishment Jack could possibly think of.

"Y'not... gonna break me, Danny," Jack grunted, keeping his eyes on Daniel's to reassure him. "All the way in."

"It hurt," was all he said through grit teeth, as he gently pushed it all the way in. Slow, steady touches, strokes, in and out, so gently, careful not to hurt, because he wouldn't hurt Jack. As much as a gift as Jack was to him, he wouldn't abuse it, wouldn't take advantage. He leaned up to capture Jack's mouth in a kiss, slow and steady as his finger, tongue matching its movements.

Jack frowned at that, fingers sliding through Daniel's hair and holding him to the kiss. "Didn't mean to hurt you, should have told me so," he grunted, kissing possessively, but softly and apologetically at the same time. Shouldn't have hurt Daniel at all. "Won't hurt me, Danny. You'd never hurt me. I know that, so do you." Deep breath. "Come on."

"Virgin ass," Daniel said into Jack's mouth, smiling as he said it between kisses to reassure him. When Jack let go to breathe Daniel slid his face into Jack's throat, and murmured, "If I do this my way, it's gonna be rough, Jack. Holding on for you."

A glare, at that, at the top of Daniel's head. "I know you didn't just call me a virgin," he said, kissing the bristle of hair scratching his cheek and neck. "Please, Daniel. I'm going to kill you. Do it your way. Please."

Not a virgin.

The flash of jealousy made Daniel's eyes glint and narrow.

Not a virgin. Jack had been penetrated before.

Well all right, then.

Daniel shoved his finger back into Jack's body and, never letting Jack look away, pulled out and shoved in two. Hard and deep, penetrating all the way in. He was careful not to hurt Jack but he wasn't gentle -- he was going to give and take what he wanted, even if Jack didn't like it. His body went hard, muscles taut, as he worked those two fingers in and out until he could replace them with three, and when Jack hissed, he took a handful of gray hair, yanked back, and sank his teeth into Jack's throat, biting him hard enough to bruise and sucking hard on it at the same time.

Oh. The jealousy was bright in Daniel's eyes, Jack could read it plain as day. He was almost tinged green with it, and in that moment Jack could relate, because he'd wanted to shoot Linelos in the kneecap for this very reason, and all he'd done was look and touch and so maybe Jack was going to go back through the Stargate and shoot the bastard on general fucking principles.

He couldn't help groaning in pleasure as Daniel's fingers stroked inside of him, his head arching back and exposing his neck to Daniel's accommodating mouth. The stinging suck of a bitten bruise sent a jolt through Jack's cock, and though it was still slightly sluggish, it was hard and slick from Daniel's mouth and he groaned again.

His legs stayed as spread open as they could manage, and his feet planted on the bed to lift himself against Daniel's strokes.