Part 2


Daniel backed all the way into the bedroom, tugging on Mac's belt holders as he smirked at his grinning lover.

"What were you cooking?" Daniel asked coyly, but his fingers told Mac a different story. The little screw up of his nose as he firmly pinched and twisted Mac's hardened nipple sent a jolt of arousal through the older man and he saw how that small inflict of pain inflamed his lover. His knee-jerk reaction was to thump both hands against Daniel's chest, sending the naked man flying backwards into the soft bed.

Surprised and impassioned eyes looked up through long bangs from the folds of the eiderdown. Mac tugged at the front of his jeans so that he could crawl onto the bed, trapping the body within the cocoon.

"Like it matters anymore?" He said, positioning himself over Daniel's chest. Kneeling up, he dropped his head back slightly ran his hands through his long, blond fringe to get it out of his eyes.

Daniel slipped his hands over the denim clad legs and groin, then gripped the waistband of the jeans in both hands. Using it as an anchor, he pulled himself up to gnaw at the semi aroused shaft through the thick material. Mac remained kneeling up over him - his long legs looked so seductive in the tight denim. Daniel grasped the jeans for leverage as he devoured the crotch before him, nipping hungrily through the thick material. Mac lowered his head to look down at the face at his groin, seeing Daniel's arms bulging with the effort of holding himself up to feast.

Inhaling a languid breath, Mac slipped one hand down the muscular arm of his lover, feeling the way the skin rippled as Daniel tugged at the waist of the jeans. He caught and held his breath as Daniel started to slowly undo the zipper on the front of his pants.

With a wicked glint in his eyes now, Daniel looked up and smiled at the man trapping him to the bed. The blond reached one hand down, cupping the back of his lover's head and pulling him up as far as he could so that he could reach that insatiable mouth once more.

Hungrily they kissed, beard rubbing against thick stubble - making a soft raspy sound barely heard over the deep guttural groans of the two men. Mac sucked back as Daniel's hands slipped inside the opened fly, scrunching and scratching at the tuft of pubic hair inside. The explorer's fingers sought, then found, the trapped base of the now rigid shaft, and he lightly scratched his nail over the tender skin. Mac shivered violently then yanked his face back from Daniel's all-consuming mouth, laughing as Daniel seemed to move to follow it, like a baby suckling for a bottle - unwilling to give it up just yet.

"We have to breathe, Dan!" He reminded him with a soft laugh.

"Uh -uh." Daniel shook his head as he looked from the brown eyes to the crotch before him. Mac wasn't wearing underwear, and the scientist smiled to himself. The zipper was opened enough to reveal the dark blond thatch of hair, and the pale base of the shaft. He noted, too, how tight the jeans were as they stretched tantalisingly over the hips, butt and thighs before him. Lustfully he ran his hand over the material, his nails scratching at the woven threads leaving a faint mark in the light blue denim. He latched his mouth onto the exposed strip of taut shaft, his cheeks pressed against the metal zipper, feeling it scratch and tug his cheeks and stubble. Raising his hands up the back of Mac, he gripped the waist of the jeans and yanked them down, peeling them off the firm butt and releasing the erection as they were pushed down the slender thighs. Together they disposed of the clothing, then Mac scurried to sit on Daniel's chest once more. But Daniel had other ideas. Raising his hands to the soft white globes, he pressed Mac up closer to his face, then he opened his mouth and, with a slight shove, he swallowed the thick muscle right to the back of his throat. The older man cried out as he gripped the bed head for balance. Daniel held the base of the cock in one hand, using that to guide the muscle in and out of his moist mouth, and his other hand toyed with the soft, hanging balls.

Mac's knuckled whitened as he strangled the wooden bedhead, stifling further outcries against his own arm muscle. But even that wasn't enough to deaden the loud gasp as Daniel quickly pulled the shaft from his mouth then moved, like lightening, to the small pucker at the rear of his lover.

His tongue laved at Mac, teasing him and prodding him relentlessly then cautiously he allowed a finger to breach the tight opening. Mac inhaled loudly, then exhaled with a throaty moan. Daniel smiled as the older man opened heavy eyes to look down at him. Two fingers pressed through the constricting band, gently stretching his lover to accept him soon. Very soon.

Another finger pressed then slipped in, then Daniel occupied himself with the weeping cock before him. His free hand gripped the bouncing shaft and held it in place as his mouth clamped over it. Mac bucked and jerked, both sensations at once over loading his senses and wiping his synapses.

With the fingers embedded deep within him, Daniel managed to guide Mac down to sit onto his stomach, their eyes meeting and holding the blazing gaze while Daniel slipped his fingers from the relaxed opening and used his free hands to prepare himself.

When he was ready he gripped Mac's hips and guided him to kneel up once more, then helped him slowly impale himself down onto his awaiting shaft. Mac's eyes rolled close as his head went back. Daniel stared up at the sharp line of his Adam's Apple as the arched throat swallowed. Reaching up with his hand, he ran it down the front of Mac's throat, down his chest, over his stomach then gripped it around the hard shaft that slapped against his stomach each time Mac lowered himself onto him. Squeezing the muscle as he slipped his hand up and down it's length soon had Mac teetering on the edge of the abyss. Daniel could sense it in his lover, remembering the little sounds Mac made as he neared his climax. Reaching up onto one outstretched arm, Daniel swiped his tongue over a hard nub, biting at it ferociously and Mac rewarded him by increasing his pace and roughness with each strike.

Daniel squeezed his lover hard, watching the way the purple tip expanded as the blood pooled within it. Wrapped tightly against each other, Mac impaled deeply onto Daniel, Daniel's hand engulfing Mac's shaft - still wasn't enough for either man. If they could have crawled inside the other's skin that might have satisfied them, but soon they were both crying out as they shot their load, Mac's flinging over the two stomachs and Daniel's chest, while Daniel's remained trapped within the sheath he was wearing.

Long arms came out to wrap around the man curled up on the bed. Mac kissed the top of Daniel's head repeatedly as he allowed the man to slowly milk him dry.

"Gads.. Dan," the trouble-shooter sighed as he slipped himself carefully off his lover. Daniel smiled as he felt Mac remove the sheath off him then watched as he tossed it in the bin by the bed. Crawling onto the bed with the exhausted anthropologist, Mac snuggled into the crook of Daniel's arm, his head resting onto the smooth, sweat glistening chest. His fingers toyed across the silky surface, running over the still tight nub as he enjoyed a similar caress across his back.

Daniel bent to kiss the blond head on his chest and sighed deeply, enjoying the afterglow of their love making. Mac shifted to look up at him. He smiled as the deep blue eyes focussed onto him.

"What?" Daniel asked, grinning wildly.

"You're going to wear me out, did you know that?"

Jostling Mac within his arms, Daniel gave a soft laugh. "I hope not."

They locked gazes again then slowly, Mac pushed up and pressed his lips against Daniel's. This kiss was gentle and tantalisingly slow. Tongues tumbled together, swiping lightly over teeth and lips, holding still to be gently sucked on then caressing against the other once more. Hands played across bare skin, feeling the ridges and contours of muscles moving beneath skin.

They remained locked together, Mac's leg lightly falling between Daniel's thighs, the older man blanketing the body beneath him while they kissed tenderly. Eventually, the two men slowed the kissed down even more as they drifted off to sleep.

*

Daniel woke with a start. He'd been in a deep sleep and hadn't heard the phone but he'd definitely felt Mac's hand as it thumped against his bare rib cage. He rolled over Mac to reach the phone, pinning the blond man beneath his chest. Mac didn't even bother to open his eyes before he started suckling on any bit of bare flesh he could reach.

"Daniel Jackson." The voice was deep and sleepy.

*Daniel?*

"Oh, Jack. Hi." He looked down and smiled at Mac. The bearded man's eyes were still half closed but opened more widely at the mention of his brother's name. He tucked one arm under the back of his head, his blond hair hung from his face in a shabby mess as he grinned up at his lover. He ran his other hand up along the curve of Daniel's back, making the anthropologist dissolve in silent laughter. He stopped tickling him when he saw Daniel trying to concentrate on the call.

"What can I do for you?"

Mac slipped his hand around to the front of the smooth, white chest above him, tracing over the skin peppered with small, red bite marks. They exchanged a silent kiss while Jack talked.

*Just wondering what you're up to today? Teal'c and I were thinking of maybe a little late lunch. Do you want to come over? <pause> Thought I'd ask Sam-*

Daniel pulled back, only half hearing what Jack had asked, but aware it had something to do with leaving the apartment. He screwed up his nose then shifted to sit with his feet on the floor. He pushed his hand through his long hair.

"Ummm, no-" He said deliberately slowly, feeling himself cringe a little.

*O-kay..* Jack said also slowly, having noted the cringe in the voice.

Mac sat up behind Daniel now, kissing and nibbling at his shoulder. The younger man flinched with the light tickling then grinned at him, shoving him away playfully with his shoulder. Mac knelt up behind him now, pressing his warm stomach and groin against Daniel's back. Instinctively the younger man groaned then blushed while Mac laved at the little ear, blowing and teasing Daniel relentlessly.

*Everything okay?* Jack asked cautiously, sensing something going on at the other end of the line.

"Yeah," Daniel said in a little voice before he lost it totally. He tried to shrug the persistent man from his back but Mac leant over him instead, putting his mouth near the telephone.

"Hello, Jack-" He growled huskily down the phone, making Daniel smile and turn to look back at him.

*Mac? He's back?* Jack's voice rose in surprise. Daniel was aware he'd have heard their soft laughter and tried to regain his composure when Jack fell silent on the other end of the phone. He was about to say something when Jack continued, a little quietly, *Great, well, I'll leave you two alone then-*

Daniel smiled as he looked at the troublesome man over his shoulder, answering his friend absently, "Thanks, Jack."

A little brighter, Jack said, *Just tell that brother of mine, 'thanks' for letting me know he was back safely.*

"Aww, he got in pretty late last night, Jack." Daniel grew serious as he started to defend his lover, making Jack laugh.

*It's okay Danny. I'm *sure* I understand!*

Daniel's face flushed pink then he said his 'goodbyes', hung up the phone and turned to his lover.

"Thanks!" He bit his lips together. Mac laughed heartily, falling back against the soft pillows and Daniel crawled over him, straddling him in a kneeling position.

"You know, Jack's going to hassle me tomorrow now." He pouted as he traced his finger along the little line of dark hair from the small navel down to the springy pubic hair.

Mac ran his hand into the brown hair cascading around Daniel's down turned face. "Well, you go to your office, shut the door and just ignore my little brother."

"Oh," Daniel looked up at him. "It's not ..really ..like ..that.. at work. Sometimes," he paused, not looking at him, then continued, "we go on 'field' trips."

Mac frowned. "Field trips? Around Cheyenne mountain?"

"Err, yeah," Daniel shrugged and bit his bottom lip, as if assessing how much he could tell this man. Mac saw that the anthropologist was trying to obfuscate. He knew that reaction, he'd used it himself when past lovers had asked him about his line of work. Except, he was sure, he didn't look as *cute* while doing it.

Dropping his voice, he asked, "is that what you meant by 'missions' last night?" His hand glided over the golden haired thigh.

Daniel cringed as he realized he'd probably told Mac too much already. The guy was pretty smart and could figure out a lot of things with very little information. When Daniel failed to answer him, Mac patted his thigh lightly, to gain his attention.

"It's okay. You can't tell me. I understand that, Daniel."

The frustrated man's nose crinkled a little. "Do you?" He asked, sounding like he didn't believe him.

Mac nodded. "Of course."

Daniel rolled his eyes, clearly not believing him.

"Do *you* know where I was last week?" He tucked his hands under his head again, his long, sun-kissed hair a stark contrast to the dark tufts under his arm.

The younger man shook his head as he continued to nibble at his bottom lip.

"Are you curious to know?"

Daniel gently massaged Mac's chest as he nodded. "Yes, I am-"

"But you know that I can't tell you, don't you?" He watched his partner nod again, then sighed, "and I know you can't tell me about where you go tomorrow."

The anthropologist sighed cheerlessly. "Good basis for a relationship, huh?"

Mac gently took Daniel's hands in his and looked up at him. "Is that what we have? A *relationship*?"

Daniel's eyes widened then he shrugged, not sure if he wanted to be the one to say yes in case Mac said no. The reclining man tilted his hips, and Daniel got off, lying on his side facing him instead. The trouble shooter ran his fingers through the long dark hair, cupping his hand over the stubble covered cheek.

"Listen," his voice dropped to a deep, graveled whisper as he looked Daniel in the eye. "I came back. Just like I promised you I would."

Daniel smiled with uncertainty. "I know."

Mac's finger trailed down his cheek then onto his lips, tugging at the impossibly pink bottom lip. "Did you get a chance to think about 'us' at all while I was gone?" he asked.

Daniel swallowed. "Yes, of course I did."

"And?" The soft brown eyes looked directly at him.

This was the second thing Daniel had promised himself. That if Mac was going to offer him 'anything', he was going to take it in both hands and not let go. Over the week, he'd come to realise that what he felt for Mac was a little more than just a one or two weekend thing. He was highly attracted to the intelligent, gentle man and while he knew Mac wasn't able to offer a long term relationship, he was willing to see what he was able to offer him.

"I want you!" Daniel's voice cracked slightly with emotion. "That's all I know. I want to be with you." His blue eyes squinted with the intensity of his statement, then he gave a nervous smile.

Mac sighed deeply, then a nervous smile filled his face also. He spread his fingers wide over the side of Daniel's face as he pulled him in for a tender kiss. Sighing softly, he pulled back and placed small kisses all over Daniel's mouth and chin.

"I want you too-" He said, sighing softly. Daniel's hands reached up and gripped Mac's head as he parted his mouth and engulfed his lover in a deep, powerful kiss, rolling him onto his back and lying over his chest.

Mac groaned as he pushed Daniel up off him a moment, his dark eyes staring into the bright blue ones above him. "Awww, heck! What have we just admitted to, Dan?"

Daniel laughed deeply. "Lust! Incredible-" He kissed Mac's chest, "- engulfing-" He kissed the hollow at the base of his throat, "-all consuming," He kissed his bearded chin then smiled, "LUST!"

Mac laughed as he rolled him over. "You betcha!" He pinned Daniel to the bed then he allowed his eyes to feast on the body beneath him. He looked up to meet Daniel's gaze.

"What do you like?" He asked. Daniel smiled, unconsciously capturing his bottom lip between his teeth.

"You-"

Mac nodded as he laughed then repeated, "what do you like? What can I do for you?"

Daniel knew exactly what he meant. He caught his breath then gave a shy shrug.

"I-" He sighed then furrowed his brow. "I have this incredible urge to be tied up by you again." He traced his fingertip over the firm chest then flicked his blue eyes up to look into the smoldering brown ones.

Mac's eyes widened. "Tied up?"

Daniel nodded. "And not just to a bed head."

The trouble shooter licked his lips slowly then he nodded. "I've the perfect place," he said, slipping himself backwards off the bed then holding his hand out for Daniel. The inquisitive man followed him off the bed, then they both pulled on a pair of jeans each.

"Where?" Daniel asked, watching closely as Mac looked around for his top. There was no reply from the blond man, just a smile that had Daniel intrigued and twitching with anticipation.....

.o00o.

Daniel followed in the footsteps of his lover as he led the way over the rocky ground. They were heading deep into the woods, after a relatively short, exhilarating ride on the motorbike. Mac seemed to know where he was going and Daniel was grateful for that. Despite living in Colorado Springs for years he rarely went outside the town, except to work.

They continued over the rocky terrain, Daniel carefully stepping where Mac did, until the older man slowed to a stop. The archaeologist looked up and saw the old run down shack.

"How did you know this was here?" The anthropologist's eyes were wide with surprise to find a shack out here in the middle of nowhere. Mac gave a quick smile, taking a moment to consider his response as he stepped up onto the porch.

"This," he swept his arms open wide, "is where I was last week."

He'd been so close. Just a few miles out of town, but still so far away.

Daniel's jaw dropped as he surveyed the inhabitable abode. "Here!?"

Mac nodded. Daniel took in the broken walls of the dirty and dusty room as they stepped inside, their booted feet scraping on the gritty floors. He tugged his jacket around himself tighter, feeling the wind whipping around them and through the shack. He saw the table on its side over in the corner and went across to it. It was riddled with bullet holes, almost a perfect line of them running down the entire length of the upturned table, giving it a strange perforated look. Daniel looked over its edge and saw how the bullets had traveled clean through the wall behind it. He also noted the small abandoned stove Mac had created out of a can, obviously his only source of heat and 'comfort' for that week. Daniel turned back to him, his eyes wide and questioning, seeking confirmation. Mac wet his bottom lip then lowered his face.

"You were *here*?" Daniel's voice rose as he crossed over to him. He saw the blond hair bob as Mac nodded.

"Were *those* here when you got here?" The shocked man pointed to the bullet marks but already knew the answer. Bullet holes also riddled the makeshift stove behind the table, clearly indicating that they were meant for Mac. The trouble shooter looked at him and shook his head, confirming that they were made when someone was shooting at him. The enormity of that confession made Daniel suck back a deep breath as he placed his hands on his hips and looked up at the holes in the ceiling.

//Just WHO was this man, and why had someone tried to kill him?//

Neither of them spoke for a few short moments and finally Daniel broke the silence with a sneeze. Mac looked up at him and saw him wave his hand under his nose.

"Allergies," he stammered then sneezed again. "This place is so damn dirty!"

Mac reached into his jacket and pulled out a clean hanky. He crossed the room and handed it to Daniel. The teary eyed man gratefully took it, covering his mouth and nose as he gave off a series of muffled sneezes.

"Look, this was probably a bad idea," Mac said self-consciously, eyeing the deluge of the shack that had been his home for a week. What possessed him to try to share part of his life with anyone? They couldn't possibly understand. By the look in Daniel's eyes - the shock, the surprise, the seemingly abhorrence for the conditions he'd endured - he didn't understand. Mac's eyes crinkled as disappointment washed over him. Daniel blew his nose loudly then stuffed the hanky in his back pocket.

"Maybe we should just go back. It gets pretty cold here at night," Mac mumbled dejectedly, heading over to the door. Daniel chewed on his bottom lip as he watched him about to leave.

This scared him.

The thought that Mac was here, alone, and in danger sent a bolt through Daniel, settling, most annoyingly, in his groin. His emotions regarding this man were so confused. Surely he should be scared of a man who was living here for god knows what reasons and being shot at for it, but instead all he wanted to do was wrap himself around the lean body, cuddle him and console him. Truth be known, he also was so turned on at that moment that he wanted to take him right there and then.

"Wait!" He called urgently, stopping Mac in his tracks. Their eyes met and Daniel swallowed before speaking, "Gets cold here, huh?"

Mac nodded, not even blinking. Shaking his head at the shy, gorgeous man, Daniel made four steps across the shack and was against Mac's chest on the fifth step. The trouble shooter frowned.

"You must have been cold," Daniel whispered, his warm breath puffing over Mac's cheek. The physicist nodded wordlessly, but made a soft grunting sound as his eyes lolled shut. He recalled how ferociously Daniel had attacked him last time he'd told him a 'cold' story - the time he was trapped by the avalanche- and a part of his brain wondered what Daniel's fascination with cold was. Still, he wasn't objecting to the guys desire to warm him. His breath hitched as he felt Daniel's hand glide down his back from his shoulder, following the curve of his back, over the crest of his butt and finally burrow its way into one of his back pockets. Then Daniel nudged his face against Mac's gently, his breath was warm against his skin, his lips brushed the bearded face with a feather-light touch. He pulled back, long enough to remove his glasses and find a hole in the wall to hang them from, then he turned back to Mac.

"You were all alone?" He purred, knowing by the feel of the bulge pressing against his own groin that this was working for Mac as much as it was him. He pressed on the butt, grounding the groins together gently as he worked his feet either side of Mac's. The sounds of his boots scraping the dirty floor filled the shabby cabin.

"I .. was-" Mac's voice was breathless, his body trembling and he bit back his yelp as Daniel squeezed him firmly before he tugged his hand from the pocket. The explorer delicately traced his fingers down the centre seam on the back of the jeans, cupping his hand to cradle the rounded butt in his palm. He squeezed again and Mac thrust forward, their groins slammed together as he lifted onto his toes while a loud growl emanated from deep within him. He lowered his forehead to rest against Daniel's, his head suddenly feeling light, and his breath was becoming ragged where Daniel's was still calm and quiet.

"Did you think about me?" The anthropologist whispered, his other hand slipping across the leather jacket Mac was wearing then inside it, snaking around to push the heavy leather lapels aside so that he could reach the soft cable-knitted sweater. He pressed his palm flat against the pounding chest and looked up into the dark unfocused eyes.

Mac swallowed. "Every second-" He nodded, his voice a deep rumble of desire.

Daniel's eyes squinted as he pursed his lips into a small bud. Mac shifted back to focus on him now.

"What did you think about?" Daniel's hand scrunched up the sweater as it fisted, his other hand driving the groins together tightly, his feet innocuously moving to align the legs together; thigh to firm thigh.

"About doing things to you-" Mac whispered fervently, his whole body tingly uncontrollably. Daniel slipped his hand beneath the layers of sweater and shirts, until he felt the soft, furry chest beneath his palm. Mac sucked back a breath at the hot touch.

"Like?" Daniel teased his fingers in the little valley of hairs, tracing up and over the smooth rounded pectoral muscle to the hard nub, where he pinched and twisted it firmly.

"Like this.." Mac secured his arm around Daniel's back, the other went to cradle the back of his head as he kissed him ferociously. Groin to groin, Mac used his long, firm legs to force Daniel to step backwards until they slammed up against the wall together. Mac's hand had cushioned the impact for his lover's head, but the brown hair still flew around as they collided with the solid barrier. A loud expel of air, partly from the jolt, partly from the arousal, hissed between the two men as they devoured each other in a scorching kiss. Mac grounded against Daniel, pinning him to the rough wooden wall while they plundered the others mouth until they broke for air. Panting loudly and leaning one elbow beside Daniel's head, Mac traced his other hand down the soft cheek, and over the parted lips, feeling the air rush pass as Daniel panted desperately.

"Somebody help me," Mac pleaded softly as he touched every inch of Daniel's face, "I can't get enough of you, Dan."

The younger man swallowed as he brought his breathing under control, only to lose it again at that erotic confession. Mac nudged his nose against Daniel's ear lightly.

"Then take me," Daniel whispered hoarsely. The older man pulled back and they locked their stares. "*Take* me.." he hissed through clenched teeth, his blue orbs burning with desire.

After a heartbeat, Mac nodded and went across to straighten up the table, then he tugged his belt off, undoing his pants at the same time. He returned to Daniel, who willingly held his wrists out to him. Mac nodded and caught the belt between his thighs as he reached out and removed Daniel's tops, with eager assistance from the younger man. Once Daniel was topless, he started to undo his pants, but Mac stopped him.

"Not yet," he purred. Daniel blinked then nodded silently. Mac reached out and undid the zipper slightly on Daniel's pants, leaving them partially undone and revealing the waist band of his underwear. With a jerk of his head, Mac indicated to the table and Daniel went across to it obediently. He slipped himself onto the table top and then held up his wrists once more, looking at once vulnerable and sexy as all hell. Mac clenched his jaw to control the rising trembles within him as he wrapped the leather around the offered wrists, then eased Daniel back onto the solid surface.

"Will you do something for me?" Mac asked, as he eased Daniel's bound wrists over his head.

"Anything," Daniel replied, his voice thick with desire.

"Keep your arms up there? Don't drop them down?"

Daniel nodded. There was no way Mac could secure his arms over his head and he loved the submissive positions, so he agreed quickly. Mac stood over the man reclined on the table. Daniel's jeans and briefs were tugged down to his hips, revealing a slither of dark curly hair over the elastic band. His left knee was bent up and his booted foot rested on the table top, while his right lower leg and foot dangled down over the end of the table. Mac shivered noticeably, then smiled as he looked down into the awaiting blue gaze.

Watching his hands trace over the defined chest muscles then down along the stomach, Mac confessed, "I started imagining you tied to this table from the first night I got here."

His hand hovered over the warm body, watching as it arched up to meet his palm: Daniel was crazy for skin to skin contact now. Without much effort, Mac removed Daniel's boots and socks, tossing them across the room, listening as they skidded on a patch of dust and dirt. Daniel pressed his bare foot on the table top like before.

Mac stood looking down at him, his hand touching the flattened paunch, feeling its softness though. His eyes traveled up to the well formed chest, then up to the arms, muscles bulging as they remained bound over Daniel's head. He reached over and kissed one of the firm bulges, feeling the light sensation of Daniel's mouth biting him through his tops. He straightened up and tilted his face to look Daniel in the eye.

"You remember what you said to me? That I could hurt you because you trusted me?"

The trapped man nodded, his eyes blinking slowly.

"You still trust me?"

"Even more," Daniel professed softly. Mac bent over, kissing up Daniel's stomach, feeling the way it dipped from his lips as the tingle grew too much for the younger man to bear at some spots.

"Hurts," Daniel whispered. Mac frowned and looked down at him again. He wasn't doing anything to him but kissing him.

"What hurts? Your wrists?" Mac's hands moved immediately to release him.

"No," Daniel sighed softly, then lifted his head to look down at his groin. Mac followed his gaze and saw that Daniel was 'trapped' by his pants, his engorged groin pressing painfully at the partly opened zipper.

"Oh, here," Mac very carefully pulled the zipper down and was rewarded with a heavy sigh of relief from the man lying on the table as the pants slipped open wide, allowing the hard shaft to pop upwards, tenting the soft cotton boxers.

"Thanks," Daniel said as he gulped and swallowed. Mac smiled then bent over and placed a tender kiss on the cloth covered groin. He maneuvered himself so that he could tug the pants down the long legs then he reached up and grabbed the elastic on the shorts and tugged them off. Tossing them carelessly, he grinned down at the totally naked and bound man on the table. He felt himself throb. His eyes burnt their way across the flesh until they stopped at the groin. Daniel's tip was deep red and a small pearl of come was glistening on its tip. He gave a deep sigh as he moved his mouth over it. Daniel squirmed in anticipation but Mac just grinned and blew a deliberate breath across the head. He saw Daniel tremble.

Walking to the head of the table now, his footsteps echoing hollowly in the empty cabin, he stood looking along the body sprawled out for him. Daniel looked up at him, his forehead wrinkling from the severe angle. Mac reached out and grabbed Daniel by the arms and slid him carefully to the end of the table. The standing man gently lifted Daniel's arms over again, aware they'd be a little stiff from lack of movement, and he placed them so that the bound wrist rested on his stomach. Daniel was glad he was so gentle as his arms had started to ache and moving them had been difficult.

"Relax," Mac said, carefully lowering Daniel's head now so that it flopped over the edge of the table, his mouth lining up with Mac's groin perfectly.

"Oh." Daniel said, his voice distorted by the angle.

"Oh." Mac smiled as he unzipped his pants, mere inches from Daniel's mouth.

The reclining man sighed, wondering how this would work, but submitted his mouth regardlessly. He was happy to try anything at least once. His pink lips parted, then parted further, as Mac slipped his thick shaft in as best he could. He wasn't going to get deep penetration but the view was incredible for him. A naked man, hands - bound with a tanned leather belt - on a snow white stomach, the chest heaving for breath and the long throat arched to accommodate the engorged penis that was slipping in and out of the small mouth. Mac's hands glided over the fully exposed throat, touching what he knew to be sensitive skin on his lover's sensual throat.

His eyes lolled shut at the erotic vision before him. Daniel was completely and utterly submissive. He trusted Mac implicitly and Mac wasn't about to betray that trust. Closing his eyes slowly to savor the incredible image in his mind, Mac almost missed seeing Daniel's hands wrap around himself and start to match the thrusting rhythm perfectly.

Eyes wide open now, Mac's head started swimming as he watched Daniel's hips bounce off the table top. To his surprise he discovered he was inching further and further down Daniel's throat as the other man lost himself in the incredible sensations swarming through him. Mac could hear him gasping and choking but was incapable of stopping it and Daniel made no indication with his hands that he wanted release. In fact, the anthropologist tucked his feet up onto the table and arched his back as he neared his fulfilment. Mac reached out and gripped the backs of his thighs, causing Daniel to gag slightly, then he swallowed the hot, weeping head himself. Daniel's muffled screams rung out through the cabin as he exploded into the wet mouth, his teeth clamping lightly onto the meaty muscle lodged deep within his mouth as he sobbed out his release. Within seconds, Mac was pumping himself dry into Daniel's mouth, then he slowly eased back and slipped from the exhausted man's lips.

Daniel's head remained flopped back as he heaved air into his tight lungs. Mac slumped onto the floor in a crumpled heap, his head bowed as he caught his breath. When he could form a word, he looked up at the sweat smeared man.

"You okay?" He crawled onto his knees then pushed himself up wearily, inching Daniel onto the table carefully and ensuring he was more comfortable. Daniel went to talk then grimaced before nodding.

"I hurt your throat?" Mac asked softly. Daniel pulled a little face then nodded, clearly indicating he didn't care though. Mac growled quietly at himself.

"I'm sorry, handsome," he whispered as he bent down and kissed the other man's swollen lips lightly. Daniel's tongue flitted out and licked at him as he pulled back. Mac smiled.

"Cold," Daniel whispered and the blond head bobbed in a nod, then he went over and grabbed up Daniel's leather jacket. He helped the bound man to sit up and he wrapped the jacket around his shoulders, cuddling him close. Kissing Daniel's temples repeatedly, Mac gave a happy sigh. Daniel tucked his knees to his chest, his arms wrapped around his legs to keep them in place.

"Thank you," he said. Daniel looked up, his fringe sticking to his damp forehead. Mac brushed the wet hair aside.

"For?" Swallowing was beginning to get painful for him.

"Allowing me to do that to you."

"I enjoyed it," Daniel choked softly.

"Oh, yeah, sure! Even the sore throat now?" Mac touched his finger down the edge of Daniel's face. The younger man shook his head.

"I'll be fine."

He didn't sound it though. He sounded like someone with a very painful throat. Mac squeezed him closer and kissed his temple again.

"Should we get dressed?" Mac asked. Daniel laughed and looked at him, then Mac nodded.

"Okay, should *you* get dressed?"

Daniel shook his head and snuggled closer to him. Mac continued to cuddle him close, his hand tracing over his lover's knee as they sat in companionable silence together.

With a flick of his head, Daniel had sent his fringe flying back and he looked at the blond man beside him. They both smiled.

"What?" Mac frowned in bewilderment at Daniel's face.

"Just," Daniel shrugged. The frown grew curious.

"Just.. what?"

"Just really glad you came back. Just really glad you brought me here. Just really glad we did that-" he whispered as he dipped his eyes from the soft brown orbs to the swollen lips back to the soft brown orbs. "Just.. 'just'."

They grinned wildly again then Mac kissed him lightly on the mouth.

"Well, thank you. For letting me come back, for letting me bring you here, for letting me do that to you!"

Their lips were lightly brushing together as Mac spoke. Daniel lifted his still bounded wrists to cup the back of the blond head and he pulled them into a soft, tender kiss. Their tongues jousted gently as they both squirmed to face each other during the slow, seductive kiss. Daniel devoured the mouth, drinking in Mac's juices, swallowing until his heart was content. He inched around even further, expertly manoeuvring his legs so that he was now straddling Mac's body with his long limbs. Mac grunted softly as he pushed himself up onto his knees, their lips never parting once throughout the whole dance, then he removed the jacket from Daniel's shoulders before he laid him back onto the hard surface. Daniel gave a deep groan as the trouble shooter lowered himself down onto his body, and his legs wrapped around the slender man. Daniel tightened his legs, forcing Mac down onto him harder. Regardless of the iron clasp, the older man still managed to slip off the table. He removed all of his clothes before climbing back onto the table with Daniel.

The feeling of the heated flesh against his own colder skin made Daniel shiver with desire. His bound hands, trapped between the two bodies, touched the tuft of hair on the firm chest as his hips gyrated to make intimate contact with Mac's groin.

"You're so perfect, have I told you that?" Mac sighed lustfully as he continued to cover Daniel's mouth and chin in kisses.

"Only with you!" Daniel sighed back. Mac groaned deeply as he laid heavily over his partner, their hardened shafts brushing together as they devoured each other in fierce kisses like hungry men starving for a feed.

Parting breathlessly, Daniel's mouth remained open and Mac rubbed his bearded chin over the swollen lips, enjoying the soft moan from Daniel, and laughing lightly as Daniel bit his chin playfully.

"Holy cow!" Mac dipped his face, his forehead resting on his lover's cheek. The trapped man blew some of the long blond hair from his face and Mac looked up, laughing.

"Sorry, handsome." He pushed himself up with his strong arms and tossed his head back, shaking out his long locks to get them off his face. Daniel took the opportunity to put his hands over his head again and he gave a deep groan at the sight of the arched throat above him.

"Come here!" He ordered and Mac lowered himself onto his chest once more. Daniel brought his hands around Mac's neck now and licked his tongue up the sweaty throat, ending in another gentle bite on the bearded chin.

A hand wrapped around the two shafts and pumped gently on them. Daniel gasped and wriggled with delight. Mac sighed softly as he watched his lover's tongue dance within his mouth. Once there was enough pre-come on both tips, Mac smeared his finger through it and dipped it between the sweaty cleft on his partner, pushing his fingers deeply inside the tight ring. Daniel cried out loudly, his voice echoing in the still twilight. Mac moved his fingers, gently stretching and preparing his beloved for his entry. Gasping and breathing heavily, Daniel whispered, "now," to him and Mac pressed himself inside carefully, stopping to give Daniel time to adjust then he gave a few more thrusts and was buried to his root within his lover.

The anthropologist's back arched off the hard table top as Mac's once gentle presses fired up to become harder, fiercer thrusts. He tried to bring his hands back down but Mac pushed them back over his head, the look in his eye telling Daniel to leave them there. Obediently he placed them back, allowing them to dangle over the edge of the table above his head, and Mac dug his fingers into the meaty muscles on the upper arm.

Small whimpers grew to loud cries as the dark eyed man thrust deeply into his lover, his hair plastered to his neck and forehead as he climbed to the apex of his desire.

Gripping Daniel's thighs firmly, Mac slammed into him hard and suddenly the table collapsed under their weight, perforating along the line of bullet holes. Daniel bore the brunt of the impact, his head slamming back onto the hard table as it hit the floor, his body winded by Mac's weight as they crashed together. He looked up, stunned but just in time to see that the rest of the table was still standing momentarily, teetering precariously, about to fall on them. The sharp, jagged edge would have really damaged Mac had it hit him in the back and head. Sensing the impending danger, Mac instinctively pushed it away, and it made a loud 'whumpf' noise as it landed on the dust away from them. Daniel froze, fearing he'd start sneezing at any moment as a cloud of dust billowed over them. Then he groaned as he rolled onto his knees, curling up into a ball, just waiting for the agony of the jolt to dissipate.

"You okay?" Mac's hand touched the damp back, wondering if he'd been badly hurt in the fall.

"Fine," came the distorted murmur, Daniel's cheek was pressed against the table top. Mac went to hug him from behind and his hard shaft probed unintentionally at the sweat slicked ring, causing Daniel to groan loudly. He was still craving to continue what had been interrupted so he rubbed his rump against Mac's shaft, trying to encourage him, but he needn't had tried. Mac had heard the groan and his own need of fulfilment had him slipping his hands up the sweat covered back, gripping the shoulders with a strong, firm grasp and with one sharp thrust, he was buried deeply within his lover once more. Both men cried out as their nerves electrified again, waves of arousal stung as it washed over them. Nothing else in the world seemed to matter - their entire existence seemed to be for the fulfilment of this one act.

Daniel's back arched as Mac's fingers dug into his shoulders viciously, clawing his lover to an upright position and once he'd achieved it, Mac bit and sucked on the salty skin tenaciously.

Loud gasps filled the hut, neither man holding back on their pleasure in their isolated love nest. Mac slammed into his willing lover, striking the prostrate in every swipe until, with a mixture of gasps, cries and screams, Daniel shivered violently then fell forward onto his elbows, all energy depleted from him. Grunting with sheer exhaustion, Mac drove deeply into the curled up man. Daniel's bound hands gripped the edge of the table until his knuckles were white. With a loud cry, Mac shot his load into Daniel, his whole body shuddering with the sheer exertion of the act. He reached below Daniel and gave two short pumps before hearing his lover sob out his name as he came over his own lap. Mac slipped out of him and fell onto his back beside him, half on and half off the table. He looked up and saw that Daniel was still curled up into a tight ball, his hands now cradling his own head as if protecting it from something.

"Hey!" He reached out, brushing back the long fringe to see the face. Daniel sighed and shook his head.

"What's wrong?" Mac asked gently.

"Who'd want to kill you? Who the hell are you?" He asked, tears brimming his blue eyes. His emotions were haywire. Fear mingled with desire, need, love, terror and animalistic urges and he had no idea how to work though it all. He'd never felt this out of control before. His whole being desired Mac, but the harsh reality was - Mac was a dangerous man! A hunted man. It scared him and excited him all at once.

Mac frowned and sat up, edging closer to Daniel, who shifted back from him slightly.

"What's going on here?" Mac asked, totally unprepared for this. Daniel brought his bound hands up and brushed the tears away. He looked at Mac, blinking quickly.

"I want to know who you are!" He sighed, regaining his composure once more. Mac's mouth opened but Daniel put his hand over his lips to silence him. "No, you *can't* tell me! I know that! Any more than I can tell you who I am." With a somewhat angry and frustrated growl, he shifted and sat down, bringing one knee up and resting his elbow onto it. Mac smiled and reached out to unclasp the belt that still tied his lover's wrists. Daniel realised he'd gotten so used to wearing it that he'd forgotten he was still tied up.

Mac sat back on his heels and ran his hand through Daniel's ruffled hair. He stared at the dull eyes, and saw the pain, confusion and something else there, something he hadn't seen before. He wasn't sure what it was. He had an inkling, but he wasn't sure.

"Daniel?"

"Don't!" He yanked his face from the touch and pushed up to go over to his clothes. He pulled them all on silently and then headed to the door. Mac leapt up and ran over to him, stopping him by gripping his arm.

"Where are you going?"

Putting his hand to his face, Daniel pinched the bridge of his nose then sighed.

"I just, I.." He wet his lips nervously, "I need time to myself. This.." He tried to give a weak smile but failed then tossed his hand at the room before looking up and meeting the concerned brown eyes. "This.. is scaring me, way too much," he tugged the door open and was gone.

.o00o.

By the time Mac was dressed and out of the hut, Daniel was nowhere to be seen. Scrubbing his hands though his long hair in frustration, Mac let out a loud growl, then kicked at the abandoned rusted can at his foot. He scanned the woods surrounding the hut then he suddenly realised where Daniel might have ended up. Taking off at a fast rate, he sprinted through the dense undergrowth, up the side of the hill and then scurried to a stop when he saw Daniel sitting on the porch step of another hut. The blue eyes looked up at him.

Mac wet his lips then squatted beside him, steadying his hands onto Daniel's knees. "You okay?"

Daniel swallowed. "What happened here? Do you know?" He asked, looking back over his shoulder at the destroyed hut behind him. Mac nervously looked in at the hut that was partially blown away during the bust he'd been involved in a few days earlier. Daniel knew this had to do with Mac, because of the yellow police tape that surrounded the hut and the shapes mapped out on the floor, indicating dead bodies. It was all too new not to have happened in the past few days. Mac lowered his face and scraped his thumbnail across his bottom lip.

"You did this?" Daniel asked, fear kissing his voice and making it rise. Mac looked up at him, not able to say a word. The younger man frowned, his eyes clouding with confusion.

"You don't seem like a killer to me, Mac. Am I wrong here? Have I just," he clenched his jaw and tossed his hand in the direction of the hut down the hill, "..to a *hit* man?"

"No!" Mac shook his head as he scampered to get closer to Daniel to reassure him. "No, it's nothing like that. I promise you! Dan, I'm *not* a hit man."

Daniel blinked as a tear of anger and frustration dripped from his bottom lash. "Then tell me."

Mac sighed and hugged his distraught lover, looking over his shoulder to the hut behind them.

"I was hired to keep an eye on this.. guy.." Mac said, allowing Daniel the room to lean back to look at him. "I can't reveal his identity to you, it's classified."

Daniel nodded. He understood 'classified' and within a split second he wondered if Mac wasn't part of the Military too.

The softly spoken trouble-shooter continued, "He was a pretty.. well.. *nasty* man and we got word that he was here, hiding out. I was sent to keep an eye on him until we could get an extradition order in."

Daniel looked into the hut then back at Mac, who continued to explain, "I really had no idea how long this was going to take and so I came up here and waited. That's my job. Only someone in on the operation was an insider. He knew I worked alone and we figured that he came up here intent on killing me and freeing the guy we were watching. I woke up Thursday morning to a shower of bullets. Lucky for me the table was shielding me."

"The bullets went clean through, Mac, I saw that myself."

The blond man nodded. "Yeah, but it gave me the chance to slip out of the hut and get away. Only he saw me heading up towards here and started after me. When I got here, I was hit in the head by a gun, and everything went black after that. When I woke up I was tied to a chair - blind-folded and gagged. My head hurt like anything. I pretended to still be out of it for a while and I could tell, from what they were saying, that it was Friday afternoon. I'd been tied up for two days."

Daniel gasped and his thick brow arched. "My god!"

"So anyway," Mac avoided his wide eyed stare, "I was preparing myself for the worse. From what I found out later, there were five of us in the hut, one was an inside agent that no one else knew about. The other one, well, I recognised him from his voice. I'd had a few run ins with him at the Foundation but I never thought he'd stoop to this!"

"So how did you get out?" Daniel asked with quiet concern.

"Pete."

"Pete? Your boss?"

Mac nodded. "He got worried when I didn't check in with him on Thursday. He tends to worry about me a lot," the trouble-shooter said with a little dismissive shrug. Daniel gave a small nod, then lifted his hand to touch Mac's cheek. The older man cupped his hand over Daniel's, pulling it back to kiss it lightly. "Anyway," he continued with a heavy sigh, "next thing I remember is a loud explosion followed by intense heat! I woke up outside the hut, Pete kneeling over me and patting my face, telling me to 'come back to him!'"

Daniel inhaled a long, deep breath then blew it out. "Well, thank God for Pete."

A little sheepishly, Mac rolled his eyes. "Yeah."

Daniel swallowed as he remained locked with Mac's stare. "Go on."

"We also lost a good man that day, Dan."

The younger man frowned. "In the explosion?"

Mac nodded. He spoke in a soft, sad voice, one that Daniel had never heard before.

"Carl was undercover and inside the hut when it went up. He saved my life, because the guy wanted to blow me away but I could hear someone, I think it was Carl, stalling him, telling him that I was better off alive and a hostage. Thankfully, the thug listened to him." He sighed heavily then dropped his voice even lower. " When they stormed the hut I was helpless! All I could do was tip to the ground, my hands were still tied. I heard a loud explosion then felt the heat."

He paused a moment, his brown eyes shimmered in the twilight. Daniel watched, concern etching his face.

Mac gave a soft cough before continuing. "It was such incredible heat. Then someone freed me, I'm betting it was our guy, trying to help me get away. It was bedlam in there. Smoke made us all blind. There was no way I could tell which way was out. Thankfully Pete came to my rescue. Because he's really blind, his senses are honed, you know? He knew me by my smell, that's why he could get me out."

"Your smell?" Daniel's forehead wrinkled. Mac looked down and nodded. Seeing the reaction of the blond man, Daniel pursed his lips as he looked out across the forest before them.

"There is something between you two, isn't there?" Daniel asked in a small voice, feeling as though his heart would break.

"No!" Mac shook his head adamantly, then shrugged. "Well, not on my end, anyway."

Daniel tilted his face to look at the man next to him. "Meaning?"

Mac swallowed. "Meaning Pete's often hugged me and stuff after he's saved me, or he'd thought he'd lost me. Only this time.." He cringed and bowed his head more.

Daniel wasn't sure he wanted to hear this, but waited silently.

"This time, he hugged me then told me he loved me."

Daniel nodded, saying nothing. Mac looked hurt and confused as he wet his lips quickly.

"I didn't question him on it, but it's just not something he says to me. That and the fact that he said he could smell me anywhere, well," Mac shrugged. "It made me uncomfortable. So on my way to you we stopped at a hotel in Pueblo.."

"You.. stopped at a hotel in Pueblo?" Daniel's voice rose more than he'd liked it to.

Holding his hands up in placation, Mac said quickly, "not like that!"

Daniel nodded, swallowing his nerves once more.

Mac looked down shyly again. "We just stopped for a quick coffee. That was when I told him.. about you." He looked up. Daniel wordlessly tilted his head, blinking slowly. "About how.. I feel.. about you."

They stared at each other silently for a few moments then Daniel asked, quietly, "and he said..?"

Mac swallowed loudly and shrugged. "Aww, he said that he wanted to see me happy. That was all that was important to him anymore. My happiness." Daniel watched a smile slowly spread over his lover's face. "He is an incredible man."

Rolling his eyes slightly, Daniel nodded as he looked down. "Obviously."

"But," Mac tilted Daniel's chin up with a crooked finger, "he's not as incredible as you are."

Blinking quickly, Daniel let himself smile as he gazed into the dark eyes. "I am?"

Mac nodded, most definitely, "oh, yeah." They leaned in to each other and kissed gently, then Mac slipped onto Daniel's lap, his hands tangling into the long, silken hair as he lost himself in his lover's warm, wet mouth once more. During the kiss he opened his eyes, looking at the hut and secretly shuddering as he recalled how he felt while tied up in there - his only thought was not getting to see Daniel again. He closed his eyes and pulled Daniel closer, his tongue plummeting deeply into his lover's mouth as he chased away his fears.

They pulled back breathlessly and Daniel smiled. Mac lifted his face up to the sky and saw the large pink scar that stretched across to the blazing orange sunset, bathing the woods in a surreal orange glow. It lit each man's face with a warm light.

"Ready to go?" Mac asked. Daniel nodded and allowed his partner to pull him to his feet. Mac's arm went around his shoulder and Daniel rested his head into the crook of the arm as they headed back towards the bike on the hill.

"We'll have to stop and get my glasses," Daniel said. Mac nodded.

"And your jacket. I'm glad to see you wearing it."

"I love it," Daniel smiled, nudging Mac with his chin lightly. Mac returned the nudges, only he nudged with his nose at Daniel's ear as they walked, making Daniel's body cascade with tingles. They stopped near the line of trees, losing themselves in another toe curling kiss before heading off once more, Mac's arm again across Daniel's shoulders. "Are you an environmentalist, Dan?" Mac queried as they headed down to the other hut.

"Um, no. Not really," the anthropologist answered honestly.

"You don't think this is all worth saving?" He swept his hand out, indicating the trees.

//Trees. Hmmm..// Daniel thought to himself. He'd seen enough trees in his lifetime. Sure, they hadn't been on *earth*, but that still didn't mean he wasn't saturated by them, moss and forests.

Wrinkling his nose before he spoke again, Daniel said, "I'm more interested in preserving our histories really, Mac."

"What about for your kids?" The environmentalist within MacGyver wouldn't let the question drop.

//How could anyone not be interested in saving this earth? How could *Daniel*, who seemed so conscientious about most things, not be interested in saving this earth?//

The intergalactic explorer sighed, stopped then stepped over to a tree, leaning one shoulder against the rough trunk.

"I don't really think I'm going to have children, Mac," he said, his blue eyes piercing in the glow around them.

"Why's that?" Mac lent back against another tree, shredding a leaf he'd picked up along the way.

Daniel bit his lip. "Because men can't have babies. Not yet, at least."

// Not on this world, at least.//

Mac's eyes grew wide. "Oh."

Daniel grinned. Sometimes the guy could look so young and innocent.

"But you were married to that Sha're-"

Nodding, Daniel crossed his arms over his chest and bit his lip. "Umm, 'that Sha're' ..was .. was a mistake. A *good* one at the time," he added as he wagged his finger, not wanting his partner to get the wrong impression. Still, the confession did surprise Mac a little.

"And what if she came back to you? I take it she left you?" MacGyver asked softly, getting serious. Daniel dropped his chin to his chest.

"Sha're," he hesitated then coughed as he pushed himself up from the tree and began to walk on. "I'm not in love with her anymore." The confession was cathartic as far as Daniel was concerned. Mac put his hand on his shoulder and turned him around.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable."

Shaking his head, Daniel moved on a short way. "It's okay. It's kinda a tough situation with her. I still have feelings for her, and I always will, but they aren't the same. They can't be. I'd be killing myself everyday if I'd let myself stay in love with her."

Mac frowned, his bottom lip quivering like he was going to say something but he remained silent. He watched Daniel's sad eyes instead, and wanted to hold him so much.

After a few silent moments, he coughed and looked down. "You sure you're not just fooling yourself?"

Daniel had often asked himself the same thing, but since MacGyver's return, he knew the answer clearly.

"I care more for you than.. than her." He saw the little intake of air Mac took, and knew that the sentiment was far beyond anything the trouble shooter was able to return. He pushed up and headed off again. Mac put his hand out and stopped him once more.

"I think we're talking more than lust here then, aren't we, handsome?" Mac asked, his face sincere. Daniel blinked then dipped his face to avoid the honest brown eyes. Mac curled his finger up and lifted Daniel's chin. "Aren't we?"

"I don't know, are we?" Daniel asked, sounding confused and frustrated. He looked him straight in the eye, bit his lips together then shook his head as he looked away. "Maybe not!" he sighed forlornly, then threw his hand towards the hut and said, tersely, "Christ, we had a table collapse under us, Mac, and we barely noticed!"

"Oh, I noticed," Mac shrugged. "I *was* worried you were hurt."

"Only winded," Daniel mumbled. The dark eyed man stepped up and cradled the small face in his hands. His thumbs brushed over the lips lightly, his eyes settled on the wide blue orbs.

"You seemed to want to keep going. I would have stopped if I thought, for one moment, you wanted to st-."

Daniel wet his lips and shook his head. "That's what scares me, Mac. I didn't want to stop! I'm like this *animal* when I'm with you. I want you so much!"

Mac smiled. "That's not a bad thing, Dan."

Tugging his face from the hold, Daniel turned to walk away. "Yeah? So how do I cope tomorrow night, when I'm all alone again?"

They locked stares and when Mac didn't say anything Daniel headed down to the other hut. He was heading over to the collapsed table to get his jacket when he stopped, his hand running over the table top as he recalled their passion. He was so lost in thought that he didn't hear Mac come in behind him. He jolted when he felt the hand on his shoulder and looked up at the same time that he rose to his feet. Mac looked from the table to Daniel, passing him his glasses.

"Thanks," Daniel mumbled quietly as he slipped them back on his face.

"I was wondering," Mac looked down at his hands, nervously toying with each other in front of him. "What you were doing for dinner tomorrow night?"

Daniel bit his bottom lip. "I'm not sure. I know we're not going out tomorrow, it's just research and paperwork, why?"

Mac swallowed and held his hands up, cringing a little. "You can tell me if I'm outstaying my welcome, but I was thinking of maybe cooking you dinner tomorrow night."

A slow smile lit Daniel's face as he nodded. "Sounds good to me, Mac. And about overstaying your welcome," he said as they headed out of the hut and back to the bike. Mac was hoping he'd say it wasn't possible, but Daniel played it cool. "I'll let you know when that happens, okay?"

Mac just smiled and nodded. "Sure."


To Be Continued

 


             

     

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