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Daniel shoved books and papers into his leather satchel in a rush, as if he had somewhere else to be ten minutes ago. So preoccupied was he with his task that he wasn’t aware of the man slouched against the frame of the doorway to his office, hands resting sloppily in green fatigue pants pockets, a look of ‘what the..?’ on his ruggedly handsome face.
When Daniel finally did look up from the frenetic packing some time later he startled then sighed while he passed a hand through his mid-length hair. “Please, don’t do that to me!” he grumbled before he resumed his packing.
Jack chuckled, almost evilly, as he finally entered the cluttered office, sauntering in casually. “In a hurry?” he droned teasingly.
The archaeologist didn’t answer him verbally but he did roll his eyes, to which Jack chuckled more.
“Hey, I was going to invite you to dinner,” the older man went on. He played with an artifact he was passing by on his way to Daniel’s side. “I’m cooking.”
“Sorry,” Daniel said without missing a beat as he worked, “I’m not in the mood for Chinese tonight..”
Silence, then - “Hardy Har -” Jack quipped dryly while he put another artifact back into its place, designated by the ring of dust on Daniel’s desktop.
In frustration, Daniel threw his head back and met his friend’s mischievous gleam. “What?”
“Oh, nothing-” Jack said with a shrug. “Just didn’t want you being .. alone..”
“Jack, you know full well that I’m not going to be alone tonight.”
Coming over all feigned innocence, Jack arched his scarred brow and asked, “Does Mac know you’re seeing someone else behind his back?”
“It is Mac-” Daniel slammed a book on the desk softly. “And you knew that, too.”
“Mac? Really?” Jack did his worst ‘best’ surprised impersonation. “I didn’t know my brother was in town - again!”
Biting back his laugh, Daniel asked, “Look, what do you want? Apart from annoying me, that is?”
“You wound me.”
“Don’t tempt me.”
Jack laughed, wagged his finger at his friend and said, “I love it when you get like this!”
Without anything but a sigh, Daniel lifted the satchel from his desk and slung it over his shoulder as he switched off his desk lamp. He stepped forward; his way blocked by his annoying friend, so he pulled up with a loud groan. Without a word Jack stepped aside, waved his arm to give Daniel passage then chuckled menacingly as the younger man flounced past, tugging on his glasses in a display of mild annoyance.
*** Daniel's Mainland Street apartment was your basic three-roomed accommodation; with the entrance off the front door leading immediately left to Daniel's bedroom, and through that to the compact bathroom, or, from the front door, down four steps into the living room. The tight galley kitchen came off this area and wound itself in and under the steps, with the head room impeded at the end by the under-slope of the stairs. The apartment, discovered by Jack and Daniel together, had suited the bachelor fine, albeit snugly, for the past few years.
With Daniel's ever-increasing stockpile of artifacts from his own sources and those passed along to him by Catherine Langford, the place was beginning to reach its stress point as far as space went. Jackson, however, seemed oblivious to the shortcomings of his abode whilst his semi-regular houseguest, MacGyver, found the clutter stifling, and the lack of room for two men of equal proportions frustrating when they were together for any length of time.
Alone for the greater part of the day, Mac was now in a good mood as he moved around the apartment, setting the small two-person dining table with an intimate setting, complete with single candle in the centre to add to the ambience. He ducked into the kitchen to check on the meal then he pulled the wine from the refrigerator and wrapped it in a small hand towel to keep it cool. He placed this on the table after shifting aside the candle slightly. He patted his chest then hip pocket before recalling that he'd left the box of matches in the kitchen. He quickly retrieved them and was poise to light the candle, having timed Daniel's arrival to a tee, when he heard the front door open then close above him. He extinguished the match without lighting the candle and trotted to the base of the steps just in time to see Daniel lean to put his leather satchel on the floor beside the coat rack.
The returnee's face glowed with a smile as he straightened up and moved onto the first step, slipping his arms around Mac's neck just as Mac greeted him with, “Hello, handsome.”
With a contented purr Daniel murmured, “Do you have any idea how nice it is to leave work and know that you’re here waiting for me?” He caught Mac’s mouth in a searing kiss as if to prove his point.
“That’s nice to hear,” Mac murmured back against Daniel’s lips when the kiss lightened enough for him to do so. They pulled apart slightly to get the other into focus then Mac joked, “So? After all this time, you’re not tired of me yet?”
“You’ve only been here three days.” Daniel smiled and rubbed noses with his amorous lover.
“I meant the six months, handsome,” Mac purred then bit Daniel’s bottom lip playfully.
The men had been together, intermittently, for six months, dependant on their sporadic work commitments. While not the most ideal situation for either of them, they coped as best they could with what little time they had, supplementing the separations with emails, phone calls and online chats whenever possible. Lately Mac had been trying to get Daniel down to Los Angeles to meet Sam, but Daniel couldn’t get any time off. The situation with the Goa’ulds was heating up and no personal leave was being granted.
Daniel stepped down onto the next step so that he came hip-to-hip and face-to-face with his paramour. “Six months tomorrow,” he murmured as he stroked his tanned fingers through the blond hair. “How have we managed it?”
“By surprises and with regular separations-” Mac answered Daniel’s rhetoric question then he silenced any immediate comeback by delving his tongue deep into the younger man’s mouth. All Daniel was able to respond with was a deep contented moan as he replied, with enthusiasm, to the oral assault.
Drawing breath finally, Daniel murmured against the mouth that was pressed lightly against his own, “I could do without the regular separations-”
“All part of the lifestyle.”
There was a response to that, but again it was lost against the probing tongue as they consumed each other once more in a deep, satisfying kiss.
Daniel finally pulled back and nuzzled the tip of his nose against Mac’s ear. “Hmmm.. something smells good-” He moved in order to brush his lips over the smooth planes of Mac’s cheek.
“Thanks, I borrowed some of your aftershave..” The trouble-shooter regained the mouth and delved his tongue deep within Daniel once more.
The younger man chuckled against Mac’s lips and muttered against the tongue in his mouth, "Actually, I was referring to dinner.”
The kissing stopped abruptly and Mac’s head jerked back quickly until they were eye-to-eye again. Suddenly both men broke out in loud laughter, hugged throughout the outburst then nuzzled each other as they stepped all the way down into the living room.
Mac steered him towards the dining table, which was nestled in the corner of the living room, tucked away so that it fitted almost under the steps and just outside the tightly spaced kitchen. Daniel smiled at the romantic setting.
“Nice.”
Mac tilted his head slightly and shrugged as he quipped, “D’you mean me.. or the table?”
The younger man grinned. “Both.”
“Cool.” Mac smirked then took Daniel’s hand and led him into the kitchen. With the kitchen as small as it was, it was always a cramped fit for the two broad-shouldered men to be in side-by-side. However, they managed to maneuver themselves, utilizing the tight space as an excuse to rub bodies as they moved around each other while Mac set out the food and Daniel grabbed two of his best goblets to take back to the table.
By the time Daniel had returned to the table Mac was reaching over to light the candle. Admiring the view of the rump in tight clothing, Daniel deliberately pressed his groin against the curves and reached to put the goblets on the table. A soft laugh escaped from the trapped man as he glanced over his shoulder while Daniel leaned back, not removing his groin, and started to shimmy his hands down Mac's back and onto the hips.
“You know, you have the best ass in Colorado!” Daniel leaned over the bent body to whisper into Mac’s ear, making sure his groin pressed suggestively into the tight denim.
Mac blew out the unused match as he laughed deeply and straightened up. He twisted to look over his shoulder at the man rubbing his ass firmly. “You know that many that you can compare?”
With a casual shrug but a intense stare Daniel intoned, “Communal showers on a Military base..”
Mac held his hand up and silenced him. “Enough said-”
A wanton smile filled the younger man’s face now and he leaned closer to Mac until his vision started to blur, and he purred, “Best ass…”
They kissed long and deeply, but not the slightest bit awkwardly despite the angle over Mac’s shoulder. Daniel grounded his groin into the curve of the ass before him while he slipped his hands up the front of Mac's body, and captured the throat in a tender hold.
The kiss quickly heated up and grew more frantic, more desperate, then amidst heavy breathing, Daniel abruptly pulled back and spun Mac on the spot so that he could wrap his arms around the lean-waist man tightly. Once again their mouths came together in perfect sync, tongues delving to taste every droplet of the other, while Daniel pressed his body against Mac’s, forcing the ass he’d been admiring so much backwards to knock the romantic setting slightly as Mac pressed against the table.
Daniel’s hands ruffled the long, blond hair and soft moans of sheer contentment reverberated in the back of his throat as Mac’s tongue reached into him, swiping at his teeth and tongue to drink in every morsel of the juices. They broke for air and were barely able to force their heavy eyes open as Mac smoothed his hand down Daniel’s cheek to rest it around the warm throat.
“The food can keep..” He breathed deeply.
“I have got to buy a microwave oven-” Daniel whispered back as he leaned in and nibbled Mac’s mouth, wantonly.
“Give me a shoebox and some string, and I’ll make you one,” Mac chortled against the moist, full lips.
Daniel growled loudly as he engulfed Mac’s mouth and tongue once again, both men losing themselves in the spine-tingling, head-spinning encounter. After a short time, Daniel wordlessly - and blindly for they were still kissing - found Mac’s hand and moved backwards up the steps. The other man followed, still joined at the lips.
As they reached the bedroom door Daniel slid his hands over Mac’s chest and shoulders then up into the flaxen locks, gripping Mac in a fierce hold as he forced his tongue even deeper.
The older man was no slouch in the passion either. Despite his oral distractions he nimbly unfastened the tiny buttons holding Daniel’s shirt closed then slipped his hands over the smooth flesh, brushing the shirt aside, feeling the thumping of Daniel’s heart beneath the palm of his right hand. A moan of “Oh God!” vibrated between the lips and he sucked the slick tongue into his mouth, firmly suckling on it – leaving Daniel in no two minds as to what he wanted to do to him.
A soft chink of metal let Mac know that Daniel was unfastening his own belt, and then he felt his lover fidget, pulling away from the kiss – only slightly –until his tongue danced around the edges of Mac’s mouth, barely inside but not ready to leave either, then Daniel was back again, oral onslaught in full strength as he wrapped a constricting hold around Mac’s shoulder, hands ruffling through the long hair once again.
Suddenly Daniel pulled back; his normal blue eyes were now shimmering pools of black as he searched Mac’s face intently. “Do..” He licked up Mac’s lips, darting his tongue away just as Mac put his tongue out to taste the sweet slick. “Me..” Daniel whispered huskily and Mac grinned.
“With.. pleasure..” He maneuvered the younger man backwards to the bed and then followed him onto the cold sheets as they crawled together, mouths and tongues working again in fiery passion. Mac’s hand slid down over the engorged cock, cased still in the soft jersey of Daniel’s tight underwear, and then it smoothed over the golden haired thighs, onto the slightly bent knee. He felt Daniel groan into his mouth at the tender touches.
His hand continued to slide down the muscular leg until it found the top of Daniel’s sock. Both socks were removed with swift ease and Daniel broke the kiss, gulping back air as he laid himself out on the bed beneath the man who knelt up beside him, unfastening his own blue denim jeans.
With a hungry growl, Daniel rubbed the hard ridge within the denim then he wrapped his arm around the slight but solid body, and gnawed on the ridge through the jeans. Mac gasped and gripped Daniel by the head.
Eager hands divested Mac of the long pants and the tight, short underwear, and soon, with much urgency as they stripped each other, both men fell onto the bed, fully naked. Mac, breathing hard, gripped Daniel’s wrists against the bed as he straddled the smooth body and rubbed the tip of his hard cock over Daniel’s belly and trail of hair that surrounded his tiny navel and dissected his abdomen until it mingled in with a wide patch of curly, dark blond pubic hair.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” Mac purred softly, his eyes scanning every inch of the goose-fleshed skin beneath him. He reached down and swiped his tongue over a hard nipple. “All day..”
Daniel rubbed the inside of his thigh over Mac’s shoulders, head and against his hair – anywhere he could reach. Mac’s hands released the wrists and hooked Daniel’s bent leg over his shoulders then he slid his hand along the inside of the golden haired thigh until he cupped the tight, hard cock and balls. “I love the scent of you,” he whispered hoarsely as he kissed his way down the squirming body until he reached the aching cock. His mouth watered as the scent filled his nose. His brown eyes shot up to meet Daniel’s intense gaze then he gave his lover a lingering wink before he parted his lips, tantalizingly slowly, then took the hard shaft into his mouth.
With a loud gasp, Daniel’s hands gripped through the blond hair, holding Mac’s head as the man sucked him off tenaciously while he squeezed and rubbed the cock-base and balls in his hand. The younger man enjoyed the attention in his usual, somewhat expressively noisy way. His own creamy white chest rose and fell hard with every labored breath as Mac sent him, expertly, towards the edge of his abyss. His feet caressed and rubbed against the older man’s body, over as much of Mac’s warm flesh as he could manage and towards the cleft in Mac’s ass. Soft gasps, breath caught in tender emotion, filled the room. With his head spinning and his heart thudding hard in his throat Daniel lifted his gaze up from the head at his groin to stare up at the ceiling. He swallowed hard then closed his eyes slowly as he lost himself in the sweet moment.
*** Jack stretched his arms up over his head as he gave a jaw-cracking yawn. He’d been hunched over files and reports all evening, having to assess the class he’d been giving on “Goa’uld Strategies” to new SG teams. He checked his watch and discovered it was a little before ten in the evening and he’d been working on the files since he came home from work.
Pushing the work aside, he decided he’d had enough of paperwork and chose to go and locate his much neglected partner. Heading to the kitchen he grabbed himself a beer from the fridge, popped the lid, tossing it into the sink, as he passed through the back door and out to the gym he’d set up in his garage.
He pushed on the door with his shoulder then stepped inside. He heard the sound of Teal’c working out before he saw him - the soft huffs of breath told the colonel that Teal’c was doing bench presses. The colonel sucked back a mouthful of the cold amber fluid as he stood beside his lover, and watched.
His chocolate-colored eyes wandered over the sweaty dark skin, taking in the damp stain on the chest and the way the sodden top etched out the entire surface beneath it – the rolling muscles and edge of the swathe around Teal’c’s stomach to keep junior in his place. Jack’s gaze slipped across skin then moved up to where even darker orbs were staring straight back at him. Slowly a smile filled both men’s faces.
“Don’t let me interrupt,” Jack said with a sweep of his hand to indicate towards the equipment. Teal’c lifted the heavy barbell off its rest, and pressed it into the air. Jack watched as the stomach tightened, contracting to expel the air as he pushed the heavy weight high. Lowering it down gave Jack a perfect display of the strength within his lover’s arms, not that he needed convincing that this man was probably one of the strongest men he’d met in his lifetime. Teal’c lifted the weight effortlessly again, and proceeded to do that even as Jack stepped over the bench – and him – and sat straddled over Teal’s groin.
“O’Neill. Do you wish me to stop?” The Jaffa asked.
Lifting his legs, balancing his feet on the edges of the press-table so that he could hug his arm around his knees, Jack shook his head as he took another sip.
Teal’c continued with the exercise, not even affected by the added weight of the other man on his thighs and groin. Jack sat, legs held in front of him, sipping his drink while he watched Teal’c work at maintaining his incredible body.
“It is increasingly difficult to work at this with you on me, O’Neill,” Teal’c eventually told him, after Jack had counted at least fifty presses. “You are distracting me.”
As Teal’c replaced the metal pole into the holders Jack arched a brow. “Sorry. Am I too heavy?” He asked, dropping his leg either side of Teal’c’s hips again and allowed his feet to take his own weight once again. He felt the tightening of Teal’c’s body between his thighs as the mighty man started to curl up to a sitting position, one vertebra at a time, until he was face-to-face with his lover.
Jack smirked as the larger man drew closer, the sting of perspiration wafting around them both, setting both men’s mouth watering.
“I did not say heavy, my love. Just that you were distracting me.”
Jack looked down at the thick luscious lips then smiled as he looked up into the dark orbs. “Good distraction or a bad distraction?” He asked with a quirk of his head.
The dark eyes crinkled slightly with Teal’c’s smile. “A very good distraction. Although you do make things harder..”
The smirk became a full on smile as Jack looked down at their groins then up at his lover. “So I’ve noticed!”
The Jaffa merely raised his brow. “Now that you have interrupted my exercise regime,” he said, his voice almost a growl, “you will have to assist me in my ‘cool down’.
Shaking his head slowly, Jack touched the bottom of the still chilled bottle to Teal’c’s skin. The Jaffa inhaled deeply, his already impressive chest growing to almost twice its size.
“Cooling off is *not * what I had in mind,” Jack purred. Teal’c’s smile broadened even further.
“You wish to continue exercising then?”
Jack gave a soft laugh. “Yeah, and you know what kind of exercise I enjoy the most!”
Teal’c ran his hand over the back of Jack’s head, allowing it to toy with the short hairs on the back of his neck. Jack’s throat arched back towards the touch as he ran his hands up along the solid dark arms and onto the firm shoulders. Cupping the back of the baldhead, Jack maneuvered his lover closer until their lips met. Thick, spongy lips pressed against the colonel’s thinner ones, both mouths opening at once to allow tongues to play – seeking every inch of tongue, teeth and gums that it could. Teal’c tilted his face back, his large lips softly pressing up onto the tip of Jack’s nose, then over his cheek. The colonel gave a very soft groan as his ear was sucked and licked intently. The Jaffa’s hands moved to press against Jack’s back, inching him closer to him on his lap. Jack’s hands gripped the flimsy top Teal’c was wearing, tugging it aside off the rounded shoulders and allowing him access to the taut skin. His teeth grazed the surface lightly, followed by his tongue licking at the salty skin. The larger man growled deeply, the rumble vibrating through both stomachs pressed together. Jack let his head roll back as the other man worked his way around the neck and onto the electrified throat.
“I wish to taste every inch of you, my love,” the Jaffa whispered.
“Every inch wants to be tasted,” Jack replied passionately, and lifted his hands over his head as Teal’c pushed his top up and off him. Lowering his arms around the thick neck, Jack pressed his mouth onto the soft lips once more as the dark hands slid across the white stomach, sides then back, the thick arms coming around to engulf the colonel tightly. They remained embracing throughout the long, deep kiss then Jack felt the hint of movement from his lover, knowing that he wanted the colonel off his lap. He stood and allowed the Jaffa to stand up now, his arousal obvious inside the thin sweat pants.
With a sweep of his hand, Teal’c instructed Jack to “Lie down.”
The colonel nodded and laid face first onto the thin bench, his legs falling comfortably down either side of the unit, his hands tucked under his face. Teal’c sat behind him on the bench, his hands running up and over the white skinned back, feeling the movement of the skin beneath his touch as it wrinkled in the path of the sturdy fingers. Jack moaned softly at the luxurious massage. Teal’c pressed his hands up and over the spine, following it to the base of Jack’s skull, then dragged his hands down the back once more, returning it again to the base of the skull, then down once more. Slowly he ran them over the butt in the tight jeans, enjoying the way Jack thrust into the bench beneath him as the hands touched the rump.
Teal’c enjoyed seeing where Jack’s body disappeared into the dark denim and he toyed across the skin just beneath the waistband of the jeans. Bending lower, he pressed a kiss to the small of Jack’s back, just inside the tops of the pants. The older man looked up at him and smiled.
“Will you stand?”
The colonel pressed himself up. Teal’c took a moment to enjoy watching the strong back as the man straightened up. Taking Jack by the hand he led him to the A-Frame that Jack used with his inertia boots. Currently the frame was bare, the boots lying on the floor unused for years.
Lifting Jack’s hand the Jaffa placed them onto the top bar and Jack looked at him. A slight arch of the brow asked the question and Jack responded with a nod. Teal’c’s mouth twitched with a smile as he reached for the two bathrobes hanging on the nearby door. Jack closed his eyes as Teal’c bound his wrists then tugged them tightly towards the bar, tying them off securely. Jack stood with his legs apart comfortably as Teal’c stood before him.
“You are my husband. You complete me.”
Jack swallowed and nodded, recognizing the start of the Jaffa Mating ritual. His breath caught in the back of his throat, knowing the pleasure that was to come.
Teal’c stripped right in front of him, his clothes placed carefully onto the bench behind him. Standing before Jack, the dark man held his arms open in supplication. Jack nodded and Teal’c straightened up. Looking over the tight fastening of Jack’s hands, Teal’c stepped up to him,
“Why do you allow me to bind you like that? Do you not know that with my strength and with one false move, I could kill you if I so desired.”
“I stand before you fully aware of your ability to break me.” Jack replied.
Stepping closer, Teal’c ran his mouth over Jack’s face as he hissed, almost viscously, “I could kill you where you stand, Husband, knowing that you belong to me and it is my rights as Jaffa to do as I pleased with you.”
“I know.” Jack whispered back. Teal’c’s dark eyes settled onto him.
“You are helpless against me.”
Jack nodded. “But you won’t hurt me. You’ll never hurt me. I complete you.” Jack said. Teal’c tilted his head and stepped back another step.
Kicking Jack’s legs further apart until it started to tug on his hands, Teal’c placed his hands onto the white chest and slowly ran them down the front of the trapped man. Jack sighed as he felt the hand caress his engorged shaft, trapped within the confining pants.
Teal’c saw the strain, but ignored it as he sunk to his knees, his hands running down the outside of the straddled legs, then made their way up the inside of the legs. He looked up at Jack, meeting the intense stare from the brown eyes. Cupping his hand behind both thighs he eased Jack off his feet and placed the thighs over his shoulder. Jack held onto the rail above him as he was moved to effectively sit on his lover’s shoulders. The Jaffa buried his face in the crotch, rubbing roughly at the groin and eliciting a guttural groan from Jack. Hands almost ripped the jeans from their place, tugging them down the long legs until the trapped man himself kicked them off frantically. Jack stood on the floor again, his legs still apart. Teal’c sank to his knees again, placing the bare thighs around his shoulders this time, while he carefully sucked Jack’s sac into his mouth while his fingers explored his ripe hole. The pudgy digit slipped in without much effort, and with a slick of spit only. Jack moaned as he felt the finger reach for and strike his prostrate. The Jaffa sucked on the sac until they became tender. Carefully he removed his fingers and lowered Jack to his feet again. Like a predator, Teal’c circled the defenceless man strapped to the bar before him.
Jack’s body tingled in anticipation moments before Teal’c’s hand touched his bare stomach while the arm wrapped tight across the body. Teal’c stepped up behind Jack, his naked front pressed into the naked back. Into Jack’s ear he purred, “Do I complete you?”
Jack’s hands adjusted onto the pole, in preparation of what might follow. “Yes,” he hissed as Teal’c’s touch started downwards, over his springy hair and around his engorged cock. The strong hand tightened around the base of Jack’s shaft, cutting off blood supply and preventing Jack from completing until Teal’c was ready to let him. With his other hand Teal’c teased at Jack’s most sensitive spots; under his arms, down the side of his stretched body, between his thighs. Teal’c felt the heat, the sweat that dampened Jack’s skin. He could feel the tremble of arousal that rippled throughout Jack’s body. Pulling back from the white body, Teal’c looked down Jack’s back as he glided a hand over the moist skin, then onto the rise of Jack’s ass.
Kneeling now, Teal’c remained holding Jack’s cock with one hand while he pressed the cheeks apart with his other hand. Jack moaned and rolled his face against his raised arm, tasting his own sweat. Teal’c’s tongue swiped the tender opening and then pressed inside. Jack was forced off his feet for a moment then he settled onto the face that grazed teeth between his stretched cheeks and delved a thick tongue deep into his anus. His toes barely skimmed the floor Teal’c attacked him with such force, yet held him with such power.
Jack’s head rolled back. This was what he needed, this was why he’d come in search of Teal’c. He wanted this. He wanted it hard, he wanted to be taken so intimately that only Teal’c could manage. Surrendering to this huge man was something Jack fantasised about, he wanted Teal’c to inflict measured pain, he wanted him to make him so close to exploding but unallowed to ejaculate. That, in itself, was sweet torture.
Sweet torture that Teal’c could keep him in for too long sometimes, making his shoulders feel dislocated or his ass sore to sit on for days to follow, but at the time, it was always sweet heaven for him.
Jack groaned as Teal’c’s teeth bit his tender skin lovingly, and then he rolled his face forward as he felt Teal’c rise to his feet behind him. His hands had turned cold, they’d been raised so long now while Teal’c feasted on his ass, but he knew that his lover would check that when he got to his feet. Sure enough, Jack felt fingers touch his semi-numb hands.
“You are in discomfort, my love?” Teal’c asked tenderly.
“No, T, I’m good…” He gasped softly. Teal’c slipped an arm around Jack’s waist again then, still without letting go of the trapped cock, he forced his huge cock deep into Jack’s prepared hole. Both men cried out loudly and Jack swung by the binds of his hands until Teal’c placed him back on his feet once again and began to thrust roughly into him.
It was over in less than five minutes. Teal’c’s mighty body shuddered as he came in a powerful rush then he released his grip a fraction and Jack squirted forth, his seed managing to splatter the nearby wall as Teal’c allowed him to finally break free.
Both men gasped together then Teal’c wearily raised his hands to free his lover, caught Jack as he collapsed off the frame then helped him onto the soft robes on the floor. Jack shifted and blood was smeared on the terry cloth beneath him. Teal’c kissed his temple tenderly. “I am sorry, my love.”
“Hey, you know how much I enjoy it.” Jack settled against the huge body and used the robe to wipe himself dry.
“You will tell me if I were to ever..”
“The very second, T, don’t sweat it!”
Teal’c closed his eyes and rolled his head against the wall while Jack snuggled up against him, pulling the robe across both their sweat-soaked bodies. “Just a moment to gather my breath,” Teal’c said softly as Jack nuzzled him.
“Sure,” Jack yawned as his eyes lolled closed, unable to remain open as fatigue gripped him and pulled him into a deep sleep.
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