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Title: Not Yet Near Day
Fandom: SG-1
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Rating: NC-17
Words: 3,171
A/N: I had this in my mind as set around the s4 mark, but it's not specific to any episode anywhere in the season or series. All mistakes are mine and I apologise in advance. All feedback and concrit is welcomed and desperately craved. The title is part of a line from Romeo And Juliet (Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day/ It was the nightingale and not the lark/ That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear. Act 3, Scene 5.)
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greensilver's 2007 Jack/ Daniel Ficathon, so clicky the link if you want some awesome J/D slasherific fic. My assignment was for m_natures_son who requested pre-slash, a Jack getting into a physical fight over an oblivious Daniel with sex for the ending and no overly emotional characters. I hope I've done it justice. And on with the fic!
@}~>~~
Daniel stirred, his senses slowly waking with him. The crisp fabric of the pillowcase pressing into his cheek, the dry taste of sleep in his mouth, the chemical smell that told him without a doubt he was back in the infirmary. He shifted slightly, groaning at the surge of pain the movement caused. His eyelids fluttered, then closed again under the assault of fluorescent lighting. He tried to open them a second time, but the warm pressure of another hand on his drained what little will he had to do so and sent him sinking back down into sleep or unconsciousness, he wasn’t sure which.
He had a much more successful attempt at the whole conscious thing several hours later. The white and grey of this medical home-away-from-home slowly drifted into focus and he attempted to pull himself up into a sitting position. The resulting pain was less this time, but still enough to make him hiss through his teeth and reconsider whether or not moving was something he really wanted.
“You’re awake.” The voice was soft and Daniel carefully turned his head towards the speaker. Major Paul Davis sat beside his bed, still in his dress blues although the jacket had been slung across the back of his chair. “Do you need me to get Dr Fraiser?” Davis stood as he spoke, taking a pillow from the empty bed behind him and helping Daniel to sit up, rearranging and plumping the pillows behind him.
“She monitors everything from her office, she’ll be by shortly.” His voice was rough and a bout of coughing interrupted him mid-sentence. “How long was I out?”
“Not quite two days. The rest of SG1 has been called to a briefing; they had been taking turns watching over you in case you woke. I volunteered to take over.”
The clicking of heels heralded Janet’s arrival and she started her usual post-accident examination with all the standard questions, ending with;
“Do you remember how it happened?”
“Not really. I remember just enough to know I don’t really want to know.”
Janet and Paul shared a tense little smile at the poor joke.
“So how long do I have to stay here this time?”
Janet looked over his chart one last time.
“Well I need you to stay for another few hours for observation, but if you’re feeling up to it this afternoon I can probably discharge you on the condition that you have someone stay with you, just in case.”
Daniel nodded. “I’ll ask one of the team if they mind.”
“I’ll do it.” Paul straightened in his chair, turning from Janet to face Daniel. “I mean, I could stay, if you’d like me to. I’m in town for another week and I’ve just been staying at a motel. It’s no bother, I’d like to help.”
“Oh. OK. I guess that would be fine.” Daniel reached to push his glasses back up his nose as he often did when surprised or flustered, realised too late he wasn’t wearing them and his hand hovered mid-air, twitching. He eventually ran his fingers through his hair and let his arm sink back to the bed.
“I’ll be back soon and we’ll do some tests. I’ll let General Hammond know you’re awake. Major Davis, I’m afraid you’ll have to leave. Dr Jackson needs to rest.” Janet chased Paul from the infirmary brandishing her clipboard.
********
Daniel removed the last of the empty coffee cups from his cluttered desk and stacked them on the edge of a bench by the door for the cleaners to find. A couple of books went into his backpack- he couldn’t take the highly classified alien artefact off the base, but he could still relax at home by doing the required research, right? Perhaps best not to tell Janet though… one last shuffle of papers while the computer shut down and he was ready to go. He stretched gingerly and hefted the bag as Paul tapped on the open door and entered.
“Let me take that Dr Jackson.” Paul swung the pack easily onto his shoulder, somehow managing to make it look light and not mar the crisp lines of his jacket.
“If you’re going to be living with me for the rest of the week you can at least call me Daniel.” He replied absently, looking around his office one last time in case he’d forgotten something. He always felt like he’d forgotten something.
“Of course. Daniel. What do you feel like for dinner? We can get a pizza or something on the way home, or I’m happy to cook for you. I do a pretty mean stroganoff you know.” Paul took Daniel’s elbow and gently steered him towards the lifts, catching him as he stumbled and moving the arm to his shoulder for extra support.
“Hmm, oh pizza is fine. I think all I have in the fridge is mustard and out of date milk.”
The elevator ride was interminable, that awkward silence that slowly builds until it can’t be broken. Daniel stared off into space, once or twice catching Paul stealing a glance his way. The other man opened his mouth each time, no doubt meaning to say something, but each time he simply closed it and continued in the silence.
“There’s an Italian place just down from you right? On the corner?”
“Yes, uhh, Bella Rosa. Or there’s Chinese just past if you prefer.”
“No, I don’t like them. Pizza it is.”
They had reached the government car Paul had for his visit when a loud ‘HEY!’ echoed through the garage from behind them. Jack jogged around the corner, waving madly.
“Didn’t think you could get away without saying goodbye didja?”
Daniel smiled and stepped forward to shake his best friends’ hand, only to be pulled into a bearhug.
“Oooff, ow. Careful on the ribs Jack. I’m sorry, Major Davis said you were in a meeting. Besides, I’ll be back in a couple of days.”
Paul had dropped Daniel’s backpack on the hood of the car and stepped forward, concern showing on his face at the pained noises Daniel had made.
“What, I have to call you Daniel but you still refer to me by rank?” He murmured softly, placing a comforting hand at the small of Daniel’s back and smiling at the small chuckle he elicited. Jack saw the touch and his eyes narrowed.
“So my briefing finished an hour ago. I went to Infirmary to see you only to be informed by Doc Fraiser that you had already left and that Davis here was to be nursemaiding you at home. And then she insisted on giving me another check-up before I could come looking for you.”
“Yeah, Paul volunteered to make sure I don’t die in my sleep or anything.”
“I’ll bet he did.” Jack muttered under his breath but Daniel continued on regardless.
“I’ll be back on Friday to see Dr Fraiser and she’ll give General Hammond either the all-clear or how much downtime she recommends. The usual.”
“Well we’ll be on-base until at least Tuesday, so I’ll drop by and say hello sometime then. I’m sure the others would like to see you too.”
“Colonel O’Neill, I’m under strict instructions from Dr Fraiser to make sure Daniel rests. I really don’t think group visits are conducive to the peace and quiet he needs.”
“So we’ll come one at a time then.” Jack’s voice hardened, the pause between each word slightly drawn out.
“I don’t think that’s helpful either.” Paul matched Jack’s tone. “Look, I just want what’s best for Daniel.”
“And you didn’t think that perhaps one of his team mates might be a better have been a better option?”
“No. Besides, as they say; first in, best dressed.” He cast a disparaging look over Jack’s worn denim and chequered flannelette shirt and set his shoulders. Jack took full advantage of his extra inch and a half of height and stepped in close, his lip curled.
“I know what you’re trying to do and it won’t work.” Jack hissed through his teeth, vein pulsing along his clenched jaw.
“You know nothing.” He turned back towards Daniel who was looking anxious and confused. He laid a soothing hand on the other man’s arm and started to guide him back towards the car.
“No, you don’t get to fucking touch him!” Jack lunged forward and grabbed Paul’s shoulder, hauling him backwards and spinning him back to face him. Davis immediately retaliated with a wild punch, grazing Jack’s jaw. Jack threw one in return, rewarding the Major with a bloody nose. Paul staggered backwards but quickly righted himself and took up a defensive position with fists raised. Jack easily blocked most of his jabs, finally ending the bout by sweeping the other man’s legs from under him and pushing back on his shoulder. He landed on the concrete floor on a crumpled mess, blood trickling from his nose and dust on his creased and rumpled uniform.
“You can’t have him. Ever. Now get the hell away from me before I decide to have you court marshalled for striking an officer.” He walked over the Daniel and picked up his bag, herding him back towards his truck.
There was stunned silence for most of the drive. Jack fiddled with the radio for a little while, but eventually gave up and turned it off. Finally, Daniel spoke.
“What the HELL was that?”
Jack gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles shone white in the dark.
“Jack. Tell me.”
“He wanted to take you away.”
“No, he was taking me home.”
“I don’t mean now. He was trying to seduce you away from m-us. He was here to ask Hammond to release you from your contract and transfer you to the Pentagon for some project. Hammond refused. But he must have thought all his Christmases had come at once when Fraiser asked him to look after you. Debt does strange things to people.”
“Oh.”
The silence continued until Jack pulled into his driveway, the rumble of the truck’s engine giving way to quiet.
“Was that all it was? You don’t want me to leave the SGC?”
Jack mumbled something into his collar.
“What?”
“I didn’t like the way he was looking at you, OK?”
Daniel stared blankly at him.
“But no, now that you mention it, I don’t want you to leave the SGC, I don’t want you to leave SG1.”
“Jack.” The tone of Daniel’s voice brooked no argument. Jack sighed.
“Look, I’m sorry. I was just worried that he might hurt you or something. He’s always been after you.”
“What, you think if I said I didn’t want a new assignment he’d flip out and beat me? Unlikely.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“What? Oh…”
They pulled up in front of Jack’s house and sat in silence again, the dark blurring any expression that might have given away what the other was thinking. Finally Jack broke it, starting the truck again.
“I’m sorry, this was stupid of me. I’ll take you back home and call Carter or Teal’c to come over.”
“No, it’s OK. I’d like to stay. I can go in the morning if you like.”
“No, no, you’re welcome to stay as long as you want to.”
They made their way inside, Daniel settling on the couch as Jack raided the fridge.
“Beer?”
“Can’t, got hit on the head recently.”
“Oh, right.” There was a clank of glass and the sound of the fridge closing and Jack returned beerless, armed with take-away menus.
“Whatever you want, my shout.”
Daniel browsed in a rather distracted fashion, drumming his fingers on the tabletop or his thigh and playing with the zip of his bag.
“Did it make you jealous?” The words hung in the air, heavy and still. The reply seemed to take an age to come.
“Yes.”
“Why?” He already knew the answer, somehow, but he wanted to hear it aloud.
“Because. Because you’re ours. You’re mine. He can’t take you away.” There was a pause as Jack inhaled sharply. “I don’t want him to have what I can’t.”
“Jack, you know I would never leave the SGC, or SG1 for that matter.”
“You would if he made you fall in love with him.”
“Whatever makes you think I would… nevermind.” A pointed look from Jack had said it all- I’ve read your file. I know about the boyfriends in college, the occasional night out at the local gay bar when there’s on-world downtime. Don’t bother denying anything.
Daniel remained on the couch, frozen, while Jack made up the spare room before retiring. A gentle ‘snick’ indicated Jack had shut his bedroom door and Daniel decided bed was a good idea, dragging his bag through to the spare room. He had no pyjamas but a clean t-shirt and boxers were fine in the mild weather and he crawled between the cool covers to stare at the shadows on the ceiling. His mind raced, reminding of all the times he and Jack had spent together, huddled in tents, defying death on countless missions, the hockey and football games and dinners with the team. The embarrassing dreams, the elaborate fantasies he’d created while masturbating and the hallowed day he’d caught his team leader naked in the bathroom. Eventually he simply had to move and he got up, pacing the length of the room back and forth until he finally got the nerve to walk through the door and down the hallway. He froze at Jack’s door, hand on the knob but he couldn’t make it turn. It opened in front of him.
“Not now Daniel, I promise I’ll take you home in the morning.” The door started to close again but Daniel pushed through and before he could think, grabbed Jack and kissed him. It was like kissing a wall, the man was hard and rigid in his arms. But after the shock wore off he responded fiercely, the kiss intense as he pulled Daniel even closer, their legs tangling and they both staggered to land on the bed. The bounce of the mattress forced them apart and they both gulped air, staring at each other hesitantly. Jack was shirtless and the grey of his chest hair shone silver in the ambient light. Daniel reached out to touch it and Jack flinched. Daniel lay his hand on Jack’s chest, feeling the warmth of his skin and the raised lines of scarring that marred it.
“I never knew. Never let myself hope.”
“I know. Me too.” Jack leaned forward hesitantly and they kissed again, more slowly this time. Years of pent-up frustration and the tension of unacknowledged attraction dissolved under gentle hands and warm lips. It was unsettling how familiar it felt, they had been a part of one another for so long it seemed a natural progression. Hands slid up Daniel’s back and it seemed only fair that soon he was shirtless too, Jack’s face buried in his chest inhaling deeply as he pressed his lips against the bare skin. Jack pushed Daniel onto his back, sprawling over his body as they both revelled in the heat of skin against skin. Another passion-filled kiss and Jack pulled back, leaving Daniel making small whimpering sounds at the loss of contact. They shortly turned to moans though as Jack hooked his fingers in the other man’s boxers and debriefed him quickly, taking his hardening cock into his mouth and sucking gently. His tongue massaged the knot of veins along the underside and explored the sensitive head as his hand stroked a rhythm along the shaft, causing Daniel to shudder and cant his hips forward to give Jack full access. The sensation soon grew overwhelming and Daniel hauled Jack back up for another kiss, feeling the other man’s hard-on pressed into his hip.
“Jack, do you have any lube?”
“Hrrmmm?”
“Lube. Have you got some?”
“Oh. Yeah, bedside drawer.” Daniel could hear the embarrassment in Jack’s voice even though the forced nonchalance. He fished out the small, slightly sticky bottle and quickly coated his hand, rubbing his fingers together to warm the cold gel before slicking Jack’s cock. A deep groan issued from Jack’s mouth as Daniel’s hand wrapped around his shaft, his hips thrusting slightly with each pump.
“I want you to fuck me.” The words were whispered hoarsely, punctuated with kisses to Jack’s exposed throat.
There was a short pause before Jack replied. “Are you sure?” He gasped as Daniel squeezed the head of his cock.
“Very. Please?”
“I can think of nothing better.” They kissed again, Jack wrangling the lube from Daniel and this time coating his own fingers, carefully inserting first one, then two. He worked them decisively, a half turn with each stroke and adding a third before Daniel insisted that he was ready. Jack pushed in slowly, his breath hitching at the feeling of heat and pressure as he slid into the tight passage. Daniel bit his lip, waiting for the slow burn to turn into the pleasure he knew was waiting. Warmth spread through his lower body and then Jack grazed the small bundle of nerves that formed his prostate. He hissed his approval, his hips bucking so that Jack leant his weight more heavily on him, holding him still as he carefully kept control. A moments pause once he was fully sheathed and he started a gentle rhythm, trying his best not to come immediately and shame himself. So many years he had wanted this very moment, tried not to think about it… it had to last. The night was silent but for the sounds of sex; flesh slapping on flesh, air gasped into empty lungs, grunts and moans as pleasure levels increased. And then Daniel opened his mouth and out poured the filthiest dirty talk Jack had ever heard. It started in English but whether the other words were French or Latin or an alien language, Jack figured out the context easily enough as Daniel writhed beneath him, begging Jack to fuck him, ravish him, faster harder more. Jack did his best to deliver, the stiffness of his bad knee forgotten as adrenaline and endorphins flooded his system. Daniel’s utterances soon turned to incoherent babble and then he stopped, biting his lip as he came hard onto the bedspread and his stomach, eyes fluttering shut as he rode his orgasm. Jack followed shortly, grabbing Daniel’s hips hard enough to leave a bruise as he grunted his fulfilment. They slid boneless to the mattress, flushed and sated.
Once his breathing returned to normal and he could trust his knees again, Daniel slipped off to the bathroom to clean himself off. When he returned, Jack was asleep, snoring faintly. Daniel tucked the covers over his lover and eased into the bed next to him, starting when the other man threw an arm over him and drew him close.
“Tell me you’ll stay.” The words were mumbled close to his ear.
“I’ll be here for as long as you’ll have me.”
~FIN~
Fandom: SG-1
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Rating: NC-17
Words: 3,171
A/N: I had this in my mind as set around the s4 mark, but it's not specific to any episode anywhere in the season or series. All mistakes are mine and I apologise in advance. All feedback and concrit is welcomed and desperately craved. The title is part of a line from Romeo And Juliet (Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day/ It was the nightingale and not the lark/ That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear. Act 3, Scene 5.)
Written for
greensilver's 2007 Jack/ Daniel Ficathon, so clicky the link if you want some awesome J/D slasherific fic. My assignment was for m_natures_son who requested pre-slash, a Jack getting into a physical fight over an oblivious Daniel with sex for the ending and no overly emotional characters. I hope I've done it justice. And on with the fic!@}~>~~
Daniel stirred, his senses slowly waking with him. The crisp fabric of the pillowcase pressing into his cheek, the dry taste of sleep in his mouth, the chemical smell that told him without a doubt he was back in the infirmary. He shifted slightly, groaning at the surge of pain the movement caused. His eyelids fluttered, then closed again under the assault of fluorescent lighting. He tried to open them a second time, but the warm pressure of another hand on his drained what little will he had to do so and sent him sinking back down into sleep or unconsciousness, he wasn’t sure which.
He had a much more successful attempt at the whole conscious thing several hours later. The white and grey of this medical home-away-from-home slowly drifted into focus and he attempted to pull himself up into a sitting position. The resulting pain was less this time, but still enough to make him hiss through his teeth and reconsider whether or not moving was something he really wanted.
“You’re awake.” The voice was soft and Daniel carefully turned his head towards the speaker. Major Paul Davis sat beside his bed, still in his dress blues although the jacket had been slung across the back of his chair. “Do you need me to get Dr Fraiser?” Davis stood as he spoke, taking a pillow from the empty bed behind him and helping Daniel to sit up, rearranging and plumping the pillows behind him.
“She monitors everything from her office, she’ll be by shortly.” His voice was rough and a bout of coughing interrupted him mid-sentence. “How long was I out?”
“Not quite two days. The rest of SG1 has been called to a briefing; they had been taking turns watching over you in case you woke. I volunteered to take over.”
The clicking of heels heralded Janet’s arrival and she started her usual post-accident examination with all the standard questions, ending with;
“Do you remember how it happened?”
“Not really. I remember just enough to know I don’t really want to know.”
Janet and Paul shared a tense little smile at the poor joke.
“So how long do I have to stay here this time?”
Janet looked over his chart one last time.
“Well I need you to stay for another few hours for observation, but if you’re feeling up to it this afternoon I can probably discharge you on the condition that you have someone stay with you, just in case.”
Daniel nodded. “I’ll ask one of the team if they mind.”
“I’ll do it.” Paul straightened in his chair, turning from Janet to face Daniel. “I mean, I could stay, if you’d like me to. I’m in town for another week and I’ve just been staying at a motel. It’s no bother, I’d like to help.”
“Oh. OK. I guess that would be fine.” Daniel reached to push his glasses back up his nose as he often did when surprised or flustered, realised too late he wasn’t wearing them and his hand hovered mid-air, twitching. He eventually ran his fingers through his hair and let his arm sink back to the bed.
“I’ll be back soon and we’ll do some tests. I’ll let General Hammond know you’re awake. Major Davis, I’m afraid you’ll have to leave. Dr Jackson needs to rest.” Janet chased Paul from the infirmary brandishing her clipboard.
********
Daniel removed the last of the empty coffee cups from his cluttered desk and stacked them on the edge of a bench by the door for the cleaners to find. A couple of books went into his backpack- he couldn’t take the highly classified alien artefact off the base, but he could still relax at home by doing the required research, right? Perhaps best not to tell Janet though… one last shuffle of papers while the computer shut down and he was ready to go. He stretched gingerly and hefted the bag as Paul tapped on the open door and entered.
“Let me take that Dr Jackson.” Paul swung the pack easily onto his shoulder, somehow managing to make it look light and not mar the crisp lines of his jacket.
“If you’re going to be living with me for the rest of the week you can at least call me Daniel.” He replied absently, looking around his office one last time in case he’d forgotten something. He always felt like he’d forgotten something.
“Of course. Daniel. What do you feel like for dinner? We can get a pizza or something on the way home, or I’m happy to cook for you. I do a pretty mean stroganoff you know.” Paul took Daniel’s elbow and gently steered him towards the lifts, catching him as he stumbled and moving the arm to his shoulder for extra support.
“Hmm, oh pizza is fine. I think all I have in the fridge is mustard and out of date milk.”
The elevator ride was interminable, that awkward silence that slowly builds until it can’t be broken. Daniel stared off into space, once or twice catching Paul stealing a glance his way. The other man opened his mouth each time, no doubt meaning to say something, but each time he simply closed it and continued in the silence.
“There’s an Italian place just down from you right? On the corner?”
“Yes, uhh, Bella Rosa. Or there’s Chinese just past if you prefer.”
“No, I don’t like them. Pizza it is.”
They had reached the government car Paul had for his visit when a loud ‘HEY!’ echoed through the garage from behind them. Jack jogged around the corner, waving madly.
“Didn’t think you could get away without saying goodbye didja?”
Daniel smiled and stepped forward to shake his best friends’ hand, only to be pulled into a bearhug.
“Oooff, ow. Careful on the ribs Jack. I’m sorry, Major Davis said you were in a meeting. Besides, I’ll be back in a couple of days.”
Paul had dropped Daniel’s backpack on the hood of the car and stepped forward, concern showing on his face at the pained noises Daniel had made.
“What, I have to call you Daniel but you still refer to me by rank?” He murmured softly, placing a comforting hand at the small of Daniel’s back and smiling at the small chuckle he elicited. Jack saw the touch and his eyes narrowed.
“So my briefing finished an hour ago. I went to Infirmary to see you only to be informed by Doc Fraiser that you had already left and that Davis here was to be nursemaiding you at home. And then she insisted on giving me another check-up before I could come looking for you.”
“Yeah, Paul volunteered to make sure I don’t die in my sleep or anything.”
“I’ll bet he did.” Jack muttered under his breath but Daniel continued on regardless.
“I’ll be back on Friday to see Dr Fraiser and she’ll give General Hammond either the all-clear or how much downtime she recommends. The usual.”
“Well we’ll be on-base until at least Tuesday, so I’ll drop by and say hello sometime then. I’m sure the others would like to see you too.”
“Colonel O’Neill, I’m under strict instructions from Dr Fraiser to make sure Daniel rests. I really don’t think group visits are conducive to the peace and quiet he needs.”
“So we’ll come one at a time then.” Jack’s voice hardened, the pause between each word slightly drawn out.
“I don’t think that’s helpful either.” Paul matched Jack’s tone. “Look, I just want what’s best for Daniel.”
“And you didn’t think that perhaps one of his team mates might be a better have been a better option?”
“No. Besides, as they say; first in, best dressed.” He cast a disparaging look over Jack’s worn denim and chequered flannelette shirt and set his shoulders. Jack took full advantage of his extra inch and a half of height and stepped in close, his lip curled.
“I know what you’re trying to do and it won’t work.” Jack hissed through his teeth, vein pulsing along his clenched jaw.
“You know nothing.” He turned back towards Daniel who was looking anxious and confused. He laid a soothing hand on the other man’s arm and started to guide him back towards the car.
“No, you don’t get to fucking touch him!” Jack lunged forward and grabbed Paul’s shoulder, hauling him backwards and spinning him back to face him. Davis immediately retaliated with a wild punch, grazing Jack’s jaw. Jack threw one in return, rewarding the Major with a bloody nose. Paul staggered backwards but quickly righted himself and took up a defensive position with fists raised. Jack easily blocked most of his jabs, finally ending the bout by sweeping the other man’s legs from under him and pushing back on his shoulder. He landed on the concrete floor on a crumpled mess, blood trickling from his nose and dust on his creased and rumpled uniform.
“You can’t have him. Ever. Now get the hell away from me before I decide to have you court marshalled for striking an officer.” He walked over the Daniel and picked up his bag, herding him back towards his truck.
There was stunned silence for most of the drive. Jack fiddled with the radio for a little while, but eventually gave up and turned it off. Finally, Daniel spoke.
“What the HELL was that?”
Jack gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles shone white in the dark.
“Jack. Tell me.”
“He wanted to take you away.”
“No, he was taking me home.”
“I don’t mean now. He was trying to seduce you away from m-us. He was here to ask Hammond to release you from your contract and transfer you to the Pentagon for some project. Hammond refused. But he must have thought all his Christmases had come at once when Fraiser asked him to look after you. Debt does strange things to people.”
“Oh.”
The silence continued until Jack pulled into his driveway, the rumble of the truck’s engine giving way to quiet.
“Was that all it was? You don’t want me to leave the SGC?”
Jack mumbled something into his collar.
“What?”
“I didn’t like the way he was looking at you, OK?”
Daniel stared blankly at him.
“But no, now that you mention it, I don’t want you to leave the SGC, I don’t want you to leave SG1.”
“Jack.” The tone of Daniel’s voice brooked no argument. Jack sighed.
“Look, I’m sorry. I was just worried that he might hurt you or something. He’s always been after you.”
“What, you think if I said I didn’t want a new assignment he’d flip out and beat me? Unlikely.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“What? Oh…”
They pulled up in front of Jack’s house and sat in silence again, the dark blurring any expression that might have given away what the other was thinking. Finally Jack broke it, starting the truck again.
“I’m sorry, this was stupid of me. I’ll take you back home and call Carter or Teal’c to come over.”
“No, it’s OK. I’d like to stay. I can go in the morning if you like.”
“No, no, you’re welcome to stay as long as you want to.”
They made their way inside, Daniel settling on the couch as Jack raided the fridge.
“Beer?”
“Can’t, got hit on the head recently.”
“Oh, right.” There was a clank of glass and the sound of the fridge closing and Jack returned beerless, armed with take-away menus.
“Whatever you want, my shout.”
Daniel browsed in a rather distracted fashion, drumming his fingers on the tabletop or his thigh and playing with the zip of his bag.
“Did it make you jealous?” The words hung in the air, heavy and still. The reply seemed to take an age to come.
“Yes.”
“Why?” He already knew the answer, somehow, but he wanted to hear it aloud.
“Because. Because you’re ours. You’re mine. He can’t take you away.” There was a pause as Jack inhaled sharply. “I don’t want him to have what I can’t.”
“Jack, you know I would never leave the SGC, or SG1 for that matter.”
“You would if he made you fall in love with him.”
“Whatever makes you think I would… nevermind.” A pointed look from Jack had said it all- I’ve read your file. I know about the boyfriends in college, the occasional night out at the local gay bar when there’s on-world downtime. Don’t bother denying anything.
Daniel remained on the couch, frozen, while Jack made up the spare room before retiring. A gentle ‘snick’ indicated Jack had shut his bedroom door and Daniel decided bed was a good idea, dragging his bag through to the spare room. He had no pyjamas but a clean t-shirt and boxers were fine in the mild weather and he crawled between the cool covers to stare at the shadows on the ceiling. His mind raced, reminding of all the times he and Jack had spent together, huddled in tents, defying death on countless missions, the hockey and football games and dinners with the team. The embarrassing dreams, the elaborate fantasies he’d created while masturbating and the hallowed day he’d caught his team leader naked in the bathroom. Eventually he simply had to move and he got up, pacing the length of the room back and forth until he finally got the nerve to walk through the door and down the hallway. He froze at Jack’s door, hand on the knob but he couldn’t make it turn. It opened in front of him.
“Not now Daniel, I promise I’ll take you home in the morning.” The door started to close again but Daniel pushed through and before he could think, grabbed Jack and kissed him. It was like kissing a wall, the man was hard and rigid in his arms. But after the shock wore off he responded fiercely, the kiss intense as he pulled Daniel even closer, their legs tangling and they both staggered to land on the bed. The bounce of the mattress forced them apart and they both gulped air, staring at each other hesitantly. Jack was shirtless and the grey of his chest hair shone silver in the ambient light. Daniel reached out to touch it and Jack flinched. Daniel lay his hand on Jack’s chest, feeling the warmth of his skin and the raised lines of scarring that marred it.
“I never knew. Never let myself hope.”
“I know. Me too.” Jack leaned forward hesitantly and they kissed again, more slowly this time. Years of pent-up frustration and the tension of unacknowledged attraction dissolved under gentle hands and warm lips. It was unsettling how familiar it felt, they had been a part of one another for so long it seemed a natural progression. Hands slid up Daniel’s back and it seemed only fair that soon he was shirtless too, Jack’s face buried in his chest inhaling deeply as he pressed his lips against the bare skin. Jack pushed Daniel onto his back, sprawling over his body as they both revelled in the heat of skin against skin. Another passion-filled kiss and Jack pulled back, leaving Daniel making small whimpering sounds at the loss of contact. They shortly turned to moans though as Jack hooked his fingers in the other man’s boxers and debriefed him quickly, taking his hardening cock into his mouth and sucking gently. His tongue massaged the knot of veins along the underside and explored the sensitive head as his hand stroked a rhythm along the shaft, causing Daniel to shudder and cant his hips forward to give Jack full access. The sensation soon grew overwhelming and Daniel hauled Jack back up for another kiss, feeling the other man’s hard-on pressed into his hip.
“Jack, do you have any lube?”
“Hrrmmm?”
“Lube. Have you got some?”
“Oh. Yeah, bedside drawer.” Daniel could hear the embarrassment in Jack’s voice even though the forced nonchalance. He fished out the small, slightly sticky bottle and quickly coated his hand, rubbing his fingers together to warm the cold gel before slicking Jack’s cock. A deep groan issued from Jack’s mouth as Daniel’s hand wrapped around his shaft, his hips thrusting slightly with each pump.
“I want you to fuck me.” The words were whispered hoarsely, punctuated with kisses to Jack’s exposed throat.
There was a short pause before Jack replied. “Are you sure?” He gasped as Daniel squeezed the head of his cock.
“Very. Please?”
“I can think of nothing better.” They kissed again, Jack wrangling the lube from Daniel and this time coating his own fingers, carefully inserting first one, then two. He worked them decisively, a half turn with each stroke and adding a third before Daniel insisted that he was ready. Jack pushed in slowly, his breath hitching at the feeling of heat and pressure as he slid into the tight passage. Daniel bit his lip, waiting for the slow burn to turn into the pleasure he knew was waiting. Warmth spread through his lower body and then Jack grazed the small bundle of nerves that formed his prostate. He hissed his approval, his hips bucking so that Jack leant his weight more heavily on him, holding him still as he carefully kept control. A moments pause once he was fully sheathed and he started a gentle rhythm, trying his best not to come immediately and shame himself. So many years he had wanted this very moment, tried not to think about it… it had to last. The night was silent but for the sounds of sex; flesh slapping on flesh, air gasped into empty lungs, grunts and moans as pleasure levels increased. And then Daniel opened his mouth and out poured the filthiest dirty talk Jack had ever heard. It started in English but whether the other words were French or Latin or an alien language, Jack figured out the context easily enough as Daniel writhed beneath him, begging Jack to fuck him, ravish him, faster harder more. Jack did his best to deliver, the stiffness of his bad knee forgotten as adrenaline and endorphins flooded his system. Daniel’s utterances soon turned to incoherent babble and then he stopped, biting his lip as he came hard onto the bedspread and his stomach, eyes fluttering shut as he rode his orgasm. Jack followed shortly, grabbing Daniel’s hips hard enough to leave a bruise as he grunted his fulfilment. They slid boneless to the mattress, flushed and sated.
Once his breathing returned to normal and he could trust his knees again, Daniel slipped off to the bathroom to clean himself off. When he returned, Jack was asleep, snoring faintly. Daniel tucked the covers over his lover and eased into the bed next to him, starting when the other man threw an arm over him and drew him close.
“Tell me you’ll stay.” The words were mumbled close to his ear.
“I’ll be here for as long as you’ll have me.”
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