Part 82
Graham woke in the early morning light as it streamed through his bedroom window. He groaned softly to himself then grabbed his pillow to hide his head. As he moved he felt the weight of an arm across his chest and then tilted his face to look at the man sprawled, face down, beside him.
Daniel might have been posing for a magazine; his positioning across the bed sheets was so perfect. His legs were slightly apart, revealing just a tantalizing peek of the dark pink scrotum nestled amongst the light brown curls. His knee angled down into the mattress and lifted his left hip slightly off the sheet. One arm was splayed behind him - across Graham's chest - while the other hung over the edge of the bed. His face was turned away and his light brown hair fell into his eyes and across his cheek, where it tangled in his morning bristles.
The young Lieutenant eased himself out from under the entrapping arm then he crawled onto his knees and looked down at his lover. He lost himself for a few moments, just watching Daniel sleep. He would have let Daniel stay asleep had it not been so close to the time the anthropologist needed to get up and get ready for work. Graham moved so that he was now sitting on one thigh, with his feet tucked under him. Carefully he leaned a hand between Daniel's thighs and he shifted his weight onto that out-stretched arm, freeing up his other hand to touch the warm, sleeping body. As his fingers touched the pale skin he felt it quiver. Aware he wanted to awaken his partner with caresses and not annoyance he splayed his hand out over Daniel's back. The skin stopped trembling and he breathed easy once more.
Utilizing the strength in his arm, he slowly lowered himself close enough to one rounded, white butt cheek and placed the softest of kisses on the flesh. When Daniel made no protest he repeated his actions, this time allowing his lips to remain against the skin for a few moments more. Suddenly an over-whelming rush of affection for the man he was with filled Graham, tightening his throat and making his chest ache. He closed his eyes and pushed himself up to sit again. His fingers skimmed the pale butt then went down over the lightly fuzzed thigh, down past the back of Daniel's knee then across his rounded calf. The older man's leg involuntarily kicked up and then flopped to the bed again. Graham held his breath and waited.
Soon Daniel rolled over, turning to face the man beside him. His blue eyes were squinted against the light and his voice was deep and gravelly from sleep.
"What are you doing?" he asked as he raised a hand to his eyes to shield them.
"I didn't mean to wake you," Graham whispered back, as if whispering might help Daniel go back to sleep. But it didn't. Instead the anthropologist raised himself up onto his elbows and looked down his body to where Graham still remained, slightly entangled in his legs.
"That didn't answer my question," Daniel croaked then made a soft cough to clear his throat.
Graham looked at him but said nothing. Instead he shuffled himself onto his thigh a little more so that his whole weight could be supported onto it, then he reached his hand out to grip Daniel's thigh. His wide hand could squeeze the leg gently without effort. "Do you want a coffee?"
Daniel blinked several times then answered. "Yes." Graham smiled and squeezed his leg once more before he got up and went out to the kitchen. Daniel frowned as he looked out through the door towards the rest of the apartment. It wasn't an unpleasant way to wake up, he told himself, it was just unusual. He rolled over onto his stomach, and in the process he trapped his arm under his body. He stretched his fingers to reach the underwear that was draped on one of the knobs of Graham's chest of drawers, and then he grunted as he shuffled awkwardly over to the edge of the mattress so that he could sit up and pull his underwear back on. Still groggy from sleep and their activity last night, Daniel clumsily threaded his feet through the leg holes of his shorts then stumbled to his feet to pull the pants all the way up.
After a pit stop he made his way out to the kitchen where he was surprised to find Graham leaning against the counter with his head bowed. The technician didn't hear Daniel until he was right beside him, and he felt the hand on his bare back at the same moment.
"What's wrong?' Daniel asked as he craned his neck to see Graham's face.
"Nothing," the young man said as he looked up. His face looked fine, but Daniel wasn't convinced. He had no reason to doubt Graham's word though so he stepped closer in behind him and ran his hand over the furry chest as he gripped his lover closer.
"What are you plans for the day?" he asked as he nudged the slightly shorter man's neck with his chin.
"Philip. As usual. I'll probably go to the gym with him."
Daniel nodded. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure," Graham said and turned and stepped back so that he could see Daniel's face more clearly.
"Your transfer?"
"What about it?"
"Are you going to stop it now?" Daniel searched the almost black eyes. He wanted to tell him that he wanted him to stay. That he didn't want to lose him again, and that he wanted just some kind of relationship with him - whatever it might be. Using the best and most obvious excuse he could, though, Daniel concluded his question with; "I .. gather.. now.. that ..Philip..."
Graham smiled then bowed his head slightly. "I guess I should. Now." He took a moment then he looked up. "Now that Philip.." He ended that with a shrug.
Daniel just nodded then said, "May I suggest sooner rather than later?" He reached out for the coffee pot while he unhooked a cup off the wrought iron cup-tree. "Did you want one?"
"Yes," Graham said, getting a cup down for himself. "Thanks." Graham watched him pour out the steaming black liquid then he carried his cup into the living room and settled himself onto the sofa. Daniel soon followed, after he'd made himself a breakfast of toast. He stepped over Graham's lap to settle in next to him and watch the morning news program.
"Did the world come to an end last night?" He muttered disinterestedly as he settled himself properly by putting his cup on the messy coffee table, then he laid the plate in his lap and picked up a slice of toast.
Graham, almost as uninterested in the news reports, sat back and jammed his feet on the edge of the coffee table and rested his cup on his bended knees. He rolled his head back against the sofa and gave a loud groan. "Maybe."
Daniel smiled at his relaxed paramour. He licked toast from his fingers, wiped them dry on his shorts and then nuzzled them into the soft pelt on Graham's chest. The younger man automatically grabbed Daniel's hand, lifted it to his mouth and kissed it then put it back against the hairs. This surprised Daniel - he'd almost expected Graham was taking his hand away to stop the caresses. With renewed interest he massaged the soft chest and enjoyed the tickle of hair in between his fingers.
Graham's eyes slotted open and focused on him. Daniel's mouth only twitched with a smile as he intensified his caress. Graham's hand found its way to Daniel's bare thigh and started to stroke him in return. Slowly his fingers inched up the leg, bit by bit until he felt the band of the shorts. Daniel removed the plate from his lap as he reached forward and kissed his lover tenderly on the mouth. He groaned deeply as their tongues snaked out and tumbled together languidly.
Graham could taste the coffee and peanut butter in Daniel's juices. His hand inched even further up, inside the pant legs and onto the firm cock buried within the fold of Daniel's body and his thighs. As a deep grunt escaped Daniel's chest an overwhelming wave of desire flooded through the younger man and he shifted to face him more completely.
He broke the kiss roughly and left Daniel panting and slightly disorientated but soon the blue eyes settled onto him with an inviting, alluring smile. Again feelings unfelt before rose within the young officer until he almost felt choked by them. He smoothed one hand down the front of his lover's body while he enjoyed the roaming fingers across his own back and down his spine. Daniel's fingers inched their way under the elastic band of his shorts and the two men held their intense gaze without a single word having to be spoken.
Graham returned his hand to Daniel's mouth, pulling gently at the parted lips, so that he could watch the pink tongue inside, lolling around against the white teeth. His gaze lifted slightly to the thin bands of blue in each of Daniel's eyes. Their focus connected once more and Graham caught his breath for the third time that morning. As Daniel blinked lazily Graham scooped down and began to kiss hungrily across his slightly arched throat, down his chest, down his stomach until he reached the cotton boxers.
Eager hands divested Daniel of his shorts even before he could think to arch up and give him some help. Just as eager was the thorough tonguing Graham was lavishing on Daniel's navel. With trembling hands Daniel held the head as Graham reverently licked at the tiny folds and his lips brushed the sensitized rim.
At the third desperate moan from his lover Graham slowly made his way with small kisses onto the spongy pubic area where his unshaven cheek rasped over the hypersensitive tip. The highly aroused man arched and hissed then arched again. Graham murmured an apology but that was soon muffled as he went down on the hard shaft.
Daniel sucked back a loud gasp and he almost arched his way off the back of the sofa as he squirmed in utter enjoyment. Graham encircled the base of the shaft with his thumb and finger and tightened the hold so that he could lavish attention on Daniel without fear of the session ending too soon.
Listening to the gasps, grunts and moan of his lover told Graham when he'd had enough and needed to be released. With his jaw aching anyway Graham released his hold, and soon Daniel came, amidst an unexpected head-rush that left him almost too breathless to cry out. Cream squirted up and all over his stomach, chest and throat while Graham laughed lasciviously then pumped the softening shaft until the last pearl of cum eased out of the tiny hole to be lapped up by the attentive lover.
Boneless, Daniel melted into the sofa. He was almost too tired to even open his eyes so they slotted apart for a moment then he grinned at the man between his thighs, held his arms wide and beckoned him onto the sofa with him. Graham obeyed and snuggled across Daniel's body and nestled his face into the long hair at the side of the sweaty man's throat. They nuzzled together as Daniel purred with a contented chuckle, "I thought you were interested.."
Graham ceased his nuzzling and frowned as he leaned back to look at him. He hadn't been. Not really. He just became interested when Daniel touched him as they sat together on the sofa. "What makes you say that?"
"The way you woke me up," Daniel said, still smiling and unaware that his words were making his companion feel uncomfortable. His hand slipped down the front of the sturdy body, down the slight folds in Graham's midriff, formed by the way he was sitting, and came to rest on the silk shorts Graham was wearing. The young man lifted the hand from his lap and held it, like he didn't know whether he wanted to react to the words, or just let the moment slip by them.
The blue eyes fluttered opened again. "Don't you want me to?" Daniel asked.
Graham swallowed and shook his head. He kissed the backs of Daniel's fingers then put the hand away from his lap. "I'm going to shower," he said as he got up and went to the bathroom without another word. Daniel frowned and struggled to sit upright. He tried to grab Graham as he passed by the back of the sofa but the young man was too far away. "Hey!" Daniel called but he heard nothing but the soft click of the bathroom door close.
Completely confused now he got up and went to the bathroom. The door was closed but not locked. Still he knocked anyway and then opened it just a crack to talk to his partner.
"Grae?"
"You can come in," the lieutenant told him. Daniel pushed the door open and saw his lover, naked and semi-erect, as he waited for the water to heat in the shower. He moved into the bathroom.
"Did I say something wrong?"
Graham shook his head then stepped under the stream.
"Well, obviously I did," Daniel said when he got no verbal response. Graham ran his face under the water and wet his hair.
"Dan, you said nothing wrong. Really. Don't sweat it." The bathroom became filled with the woodsy scent of Graham's shampoo as he washed his hair.
After he'd washed out the suds Graham was only partly surprised to discover that Daniel was still in the room, and still watching him with that dogged expression.
"Wind will change and you'll stay like that!" He teased as he rubbed soap against his chest and under his arms.
"I want to know what I did wrong."
"Nothing, for Pete's sake!" Graham sighed exasperatedly. "Just drop it."
He got out of the shower and yanked a towel around his waist. Gruffly he pushed the bathroom door open and went out. Daniel sighed and stepped under the shower, shaking his face under the stream to shed the feeling of 'wrong' that hung heavy on his shoulders.
*
By the time Daniel had showered, shaved and returned to the bedroom the officer was already dressed. He was wearing a long sleeved black shirt, still unfastened and out over his jeans, and a white undershirt, the kind that hugged his physique and really showed off how well formed his chest was. The dog tags were again in place around his neck and hung outside the top, the black silencers surrounding the metal were obvious against the white fabric. Hair peeked over the top of the undershirt, dark against the lightly tanned chest.
"Do you want me to drop you at the hospital on my way to work?" Daniel asked as he watched him fasten his watch around his wrist.
"No," Graham said then elaborated, "I need my car today. I've got to get some groceries in." He paused in his actions then looked at Daniel. "Will you be coming to dinner tonight?"
Daniel said nothing for a few moments, he just held Graham's stare then he lowered his chin slightly and said, "Is that an invitation?" before he raised his eyes again.
Graham hated the tension between them. He felt an over bearing impulse to go over and hug Daniel but he resorted to just a smile. "Of course it is. Here's another one. Do you want to meet for lunch today?"
Both men looked at the time and Daniel saw he'd have to really get a shake on with his dressing if he was going to be at work on time.
"Lunch?" He considered that as he sat on the end corner of the bed and started to dry his legs.
Graham stepped up behind him. He gripped his shoulders and gave him a gentle squeeze. "I have to go to the Base, to talk to the General. I may as well make it at lunch time and try to drag you away from your work." He gently squeezed his lover again as he gave a soft laugh at that last thought.
A smile tugged at Daniel's lips. He liked all these invitations. He looked up and over his shoulder at the man behind him. "Sure. Sam and I are working on the Vase this morning. What time will you come by?"
Graham's eyes scanned the handsome face and the throat, arched and twisted - looking inviting all over again. He met the curious blue-eyed gaze and said, "I'll have to make an appointment to see the General so maybe I'll call you to let you know.."
"Sounds good," Daniel murmured as he returned the intense gaze. With some reluctance Graham's hands slid from the broad shoulders and he stepped back to button up his shirt.
"Don't," Daniel said in a soft voice as he got to his feet. Graham raised his chin.
"Huh?"
With a gentle smile Daniel unfastened the button Graham had just done up. "You look really sexy like that," he said then smoothed his hands our across the undershirt until he could reach around his lover's body and pull him into a hug. Graham smiled uneasily.
"I look like I've forgotten to do up my shirt."
Daniel smiled. "That's sexy.." he said as he bent his head and kissed the patch of chest that peeked over the top. He straightened up and stared into Graham's eyes again. "You're sexy.."
Another uneasy smile twitched on the young officer's lips. For a moment he fought through a slew of responses to that. Instead, the only thing he felt comfortable with stating was; "And you're going to be late for work. Come on. Shake that gorgeous ass of yours!" He gave Daniel a playful slap then turned and started to do up his shirt. Daniel didn't notice the top was fastened until they were on their way down to the cars. He didn't make a comment about that though. He figured Graham had his own reasons for not accepting his opinion on the shirt.
*
"Ah, that's better!" Philip gave a sigh as he tugged his tee shirt over his chest then tucked it into his black jeans. Jack looked up from the book he was reading and gave his partner a nod. Graham was over by the easel, looking at his bother's latest drawing as the young man stepped out of the bathroom, refreshed again after his shower. He and Graham had gone for a work out in the Gym. Mostly they concentrated on the weights, helping to build Philip's upper body and legs. As absurd as it seemed, Philip's body was already showing marked improvements in muscle definition. Janet initial suggestion that it had to do with the Healing Device - that it was accelerating the results – seemed to really be showing signs of being right. She decided to reassess the program after a few more sessions, just to make sure Philip didn't 'overdo' the workouts. After the workout the men had spent some time in the solarium as well trying to bring a tanned glow to their Mediterranean skin. After that Graham had showered at the Gym while Philip used the time to get in some more upper body strengthening exercises. Once Graham was dressed again they returned to the hospital room and Philip went and showered while Graham and Jack played Chess.
"What time did you say your appointment was for?" Philip asked as he settled himself onto the bed, leaning back against the pillows as he folded his arms behind his head and stretched out his legs.
"Earliest I could make it was two o'clock," Graham told him what time he was scheduled in to see General Hammond about his Transfer. He'd have to go soon if he was going to get enough time to take Daniel to lunch first.
The young brother smiled as he said, "I'm glad you're not going to Arlington."
Graham smiled too. "So am I."
"If you keep up these work outs with me, and the solarium, you'll soon be beating admirers off with a stick, won't he, Jack?"
"Huh?" The older man lifted his eyes from his book then looked at them disinterestedly.
"I said, Graham will have more admirers than he'll can shake a stick at soon enough."
Jack looked at the Lieutenant and the younger man rolled his eyes. The Colonel shrugged then went back to his book, mumbling under his breath; "He'll attract a lot more admirers if he waved something other than a stick at them."
Philip gave a shocked little laugh at that comment then lowered his hands into his lap. "Jack!"
"What?" Jack retorted in the same inflection. "All I was saying was..."
At that moment the door whooshed open and all heads turned to the caller. A round, red-faced man stood in the doorway and as soon as Jack and Graham recognized him they both straightened up - although Jack took longer to get to his feet. Still, that didn't seem to bother the visitor as he crossed the room and looked upon Jack with what Philip might regard as fatherly affection towards the man who was sloppily standing to attention.
Graham, on the other hand, stood ramrod straight as the man - who was the same height as Graham as he passed him - smiled congenially at him.
"General," Jack said, addressing the visitor as the round man stood by his side near the end of the bed.
"Hello Colonel. Not interrupting anything, I hope?"
"Ah, no," Jack said casually then scratched his eye as he shrugged. As he rested his hands on his hips he added, "Bit of a surprise seeing you here though," then when Hammond looked at him he muttered under his breath, "Not a bad one.. Just.. one.." He gave a laconic shrug then squinted his face as he shrugged again when the older man gave him a glib stare and smile.
"I thought I'd come to see how the patient was doing," Hammond said as he shifted his eyes onto Philip.
"Thank you, I'm doing fine.." Philip said. Jack noted he made no effort to get off the bed but he did reach his hand forward to introduce himself; "I'm also Philip Simmons."
Hammond smiled and extended his hand. At the same time Jack rolled his eyes and said, "Oh, Philip this is.."
"I'm General Hammond-" The general shook the offered hand.
".. General Hammond," Jack muttered, completing the defunct introductions.
Philip squeezed the handshake then sat back, crossing his legs at his ankles as he placed his hands in his lap. He watched his brother's reactions, observing the glances that Jack and he were exchanging behind the General's back.
"Colonel O'Neill," Hammond said as he twisted to look back to where Jack was standing. "I'd like a word alone with Mr Simmons, if you don't mind?"
Jack grew suspicious but shrugged and said, as he pointed towards the door. "Why don't we wait outside, Lieutenant." Graham gave a sharp nod as he followed Jack from the room, shooting a quick glance at his brother before he went.
As Jack was about to step from the room Hammond said, "You might want to get yourself a cup of coffee."
The colonel hesitated briefly, looking from Phil to Hammond then back to his lover again. "O-kay," he said. "Why don't I go and get a cup of coffee."
Hammond, who was now facing Philip again which meant his back was to Jack, smiled at that comment and said, "Why don't you do that, Colonel?"
Philip's gaze shifted to the wily man standing before him. He'd never seen Jack - or Graham for that matter - quite so off guard by the mere presence of someone else.
He watched the imposing General as the door slowly closed behind the departing men.
<End of Part 82>
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