Hanging out. The two of them: him and Daniel sprawled in Jack's living room, watching some really crappy quiz show just because it was there and they'd had a couple too many beers, hooting in derision at the dickwad contestants who seemed to know squat about anything, just being guys. Didn't happen often enough these days, Jack thought: hadn't happened with any regularity for a hell of a long time. He'd forgotten what a blast it could be, having someone in the house to just act dumb with. Someone he felt comfortable with. Someone whose company he enjoyed. Someone he was scheming to inveigle into his bed.
Okay, 'scheming' probably wouldn't be the verb of choice, necessarily; he was an officer, if not strictly speaking a gentleman all the damn time. Officers didn't scheme, they strategised (there was a definite difference, even if a little voice at the back of his head stubbornly refused to quit insisting that he was on to a sure thing - probably - and that working to pull it off meant 'scheming'). The intel was in his favour, certainly. 'Considering' - now that was a verb he could go for. 'Wanting, needing, lusting' - all good. 'Anticipating' - even better. Hiding all these long enough to find an 'in' - not so easy, even if dissembling was damn near second nature after all these years.
Lying sprawled across the couch, Daniel was open-mouthed in disbelief at a particularly idiotic answer as he turned to Jack and gestured at the TV with his bottle.
"Can you believe these clowns? Where on earth do they find them? Do they advertise, do you think?"
"'Wanted: morons and semi-literates to participate in TV quiz show. Good general knowledge not essential.'"
"'Intelligence not required: big tits a definite advantage.'"
"'Apply in person to: Randy Lightweight, Producer, Fox Network. Dress optional.'"
Daniel spluttered with laughter. "You got that one right. She has to be sleeping with someone to get on the show."
"Yeah, I don't reckon she made the cut on account of a large IQ."
"Last I looked, IQ wasn't measured in inches."
Jack's turn to splutter, spitting beer as he choked round the neck of his bottle.
"Jesus, Daniel, comedy's all in the timing, ya know? I'd laugh longer and louder if I wasn't drinking when you told 'em."
Daniel grinned amiably. "I guess. By the way, there's some, um, collateral damage on the chair arm."
Jack wiped his sleeve across it. "I got it."
"Don't you have cloths any more?"
"Yeah, I have cloths. I just can't be bothered to get up and get one. That's fine, it's done. Man, she is one big girl."
"Yep. So obviously a mammal it's almost embarrassing."
Jack snickered. "And you an anthropologist of many years' standing too. You should be beyond embarrassment by now."
"Jack, there's more to anthropology than what you glean from the pages of 'National Geographic'. " Daniel took another swig at his beer. "Do you reckon they're real?"
Jack leaned forward in his chair to watch closely as the hapless contestant finally got a question right, threw her arms in the air and jumped on the spot, pursing his lips a little before delivering his considered judgement.
"Nah, I don't. Look at the way she's bouncing around - they don't move right. They're too... solid. They don't jiggle."
Daniel hauled himself upright and peered intently at the screen. "You know, I think you're right, when you look closely. They don't jiggle. They don't even ripple; they slide in one piece and catch up with the rest of her just a little too late. Good call, Colonel O'Neill." He raised his bottle in salute.
Jack raised his own bottle in acknowledgement and said complacently, "There ya go. Honed observational skills, courtesy of USAF Officer Training."
"I dare say said skills were never intended to be applied to the detection of, um, artificial additives."
Jack shrugged and smirked. "Serendipitous side effect."
"I'll drink to that." Daniel's actions matched his words as his eyes slid over to the TV screen again. "Reminds me of an old, old joke."
"You've probably heard it."
"Tell it anyway. C'mon, spill."
But Daniel's attention was thoroughly diverted by the on screen action once more. "Oh my God, can you believe that anyone can get that far through the education system without knowing that Egypt is in Africa? Good grief, that girl takes being an airhead to a whole new level."
Jack gave an exaggerated sigh. "Daniel, the joke?"
"What? Oh yeah, sorry. This kid goes up to his mom when she's getting ready to go out and says, 'Mom, is the new babysitter a real woman?' And mom says, 'Of course she is! What else could she be?' The kid replies, 'A robot.' Mom laughs and says, 'Whatever put that idea in your head?' So the kid says, 'Daddy did.' And mom's a bit cross, you know, thinking that maybe the kid might play the new girl up or something, so she says, 'Why did he tell you that?' And the kid says, 'He didn't tell me, I heard him talking to Uncle Joe.' So mom thinks, 'Maybe Junior's misunderstood what he heard.' So she says to him, 'Exactly what did you hear Daddy say?' And the kid says, 'Well, he and Uncle Joe were having a beer and Daddy said to him, 'Have you seen the new babysitter? Man, I wouldn't mind screwing the ass off her.'"
Daniel delivered the punch line with a sly sideways smile, which broadened into a grin as Jack burst out laughing. Sure, it was an old joke, but there was something about Daniel's delivery that always tickled his funny bone. And besides, he'd just been handed his 'in' on a platter.
Daniel's attention was back on the show again as he sighed, "Here we go again. A multiple choice about comic books and this moron's still struggling - it's 'The Penguin', you idiot."
"The clones were doin' it, ya know."
Daniel's eyes flicked away from the screen to meet Jack's; he was plainly startled by the sudden comment out of left field.
"What did you say?"
"The clones. The joke reminded me. They were doin' it. Doin' the Wild Thing."
Whatever reaction he'd hoped for, Jack hadn't envisaged that Daniel would be mildly amused.
"Yes, that's what I thought you said." He chuckled. "The 'Wild Thing'? Really, Jack. Did you deliberately arrest your development round about the twelfth grade, or did the military do it for you?"
"Leave the language criticism aside for a moment Daniel, I'm not some damn translation that you need to correct. I'm serious. Well, not serious exactly - passing on information. He told me just before the batteries died."
"Who? Your clone?"
"Your clone and the Sam clone, huh? Trust you to get lucky."
"Nah." Jack waited a heartbeat before he delivered the coup de grace. "Him and your clone."
Daniel's mouth dropped open. "What? I don't believe it!"
"No, honest to God, he told me that right before he died, shut down, whatever. They were at it like crazed mink."
Daniel burst out laughing. "Oh, you have to be kidding me. Or he was kidding you. You're trying to tell me that your clone was gay? Way to screw up on programming, Harlan!"
"Ya think?" Jack took another pull at his beer.
Daniel peered into his face and sobered up suddenly. "You're serious, aren't you? He convinced you. They really were fuck-buddies. And they were capable of... you know?" Daniel waved his hand vaguely in the air, his voice tailing off as he considered the implications.
"Fucking, Daniel? If they were fuck buddies, they'd pretty well have to be, wouldn't they? In some shape or form, anyway. And yes, he very specifically told me they were both more than capable of the full meal deal."
The expression on Daniel's face told Jack that he wasn't really processing what he was hearing, that his mind was racing mile-a-minute on its own very particular circuit.
"Cute, Jack. What I mean is, I'm surprised that the replicas were so detailed. Having an asshole that goes anywhere seems kind of redundant seeing as they never had to eat. I mean, I can quite see that a female replica would probably be anatomically accurate with regard to internal genitalia just as a male replica would be accurate in regard to externals, given that the robot bodies were programmed with the complete personalities, emotions and desires of the--"
Daniel broke off abruptly as his ears caught up with his mouth and some of the many ramifications of his last comment penetrated his thinking. He frowned for a moment, chewing briefly on the inside of his lip, before he pulled himself together and visibly changed tack.
"So why are you telling me this? Actually, you don't need to answer that. 'Acting on intelligence received', right?"
Jack shrugged. "I dunno. Well, sorta. It just came to mind, that's all."
"Oh come on, Jack. You rarely do anything without a reason. It's me, Daniel, remember? Don't play the dumb grunt with me. I've known you too long."
Jack smiled faintly. "I was just curious to see what you thought of it is all."
Daniel looked sceptical. "And?"
"No 'and'. Why does there have to be an 'and'?"
"There's always an 'and' with you, so spit it out."
Jack looked momentarily uncomfortable and hesitated a beat too long before he started to answer, too anxious to find the right words. Daniel's face hardened, but he said lightly enough, "Well, that's that then, isn't it? I must say I never expected to get outed quite so thoroughly by a carbon copy, though I suppose in all fairness with all the weird shit that happens to us these days I might have expected something like this. I guess it's going to make life a little difficult from now on." He leaned forward and carefully put his bottle down on the coffee table, then turned and snagged his jacket and stood up.
Daniel shrugged his jacket up over his shoulders. "Putting on my jacket, what does it look like?"
Daniel rolled his eyes and replied with weary patience, "Because it's cold outside and I think I'd better leave."
"Don't go. Daniel, you haven't really thought this through."
Daniel looked sceptically at him. "In what respect? It seems clear enough to me. I've been outed and you're going to start to feel wary around me. That's true, isn't it? You're feeling wary right now." He held up a hand as Jack took a breath to comment. "Don't bother denying it, I've also known you too long not to know when you're feeling uncomfortable. Your body language is shouting it from the rooftops. Don't worry though, Jack, I'll do my best not to jump your bones any time soon. I'm not that comfortable with stereotypes myself, so I refuse to buy into them. Besides, I'm not sure that you're my type."
Jack cocked his head to one side as he asked, "Why not?"
"Well, for starters, you're probably the straightest man I know."
Jack knew he had an insufferably smug expression on his face, but he couldn't seem to wipe it off. "See what I mean, Daniel? You really haven't thought this thing through. You're not seeing the bigger picture here."
"In what respect?"
"In respect of your remarks on the subject of anatomical accuracy. Think about it."
Daniel was starting to look exasperated. "I can't see that I'm missing anything. Your doppelganger was apparently drilling mine's ass. My clone didn't object, because he was patterned on me and I wouldn't necessarily object, as we've now thrashed out to everyone's satisfaction. End of story."
"Nope, you're still missing it. C'mon, Daniel, it's obvious."
Daniel sat down on the couch again, nettled that Jack was apparently seeing something that he wasn't. Jack watched the expressions chasing each other over his face as he re-ran their conversation in his head. He saw the moment when Daniel's slight frown smoothed out and his eyebrows shot up before he was on the receiving end of a sharp glance.
"Okay, to summarise: one, our clones were sleeping together"
"Slightly more than sleeping," Jack interjected. "We do that..."
Daniel gave Jack his patent 'shut the fuck up' look and Jack subsided, a small grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Mission accomplished, Daniel went back to his summing up, repeating heavily, "One, our clones were fuck buddies. Two, they were anatomically equipped to be fuck buddies. Three, they were probably anatomically correct because they were programmed with the desires and emotions of the... " Daniel tailed off, his mouth pulled into a small 'o' of surprise as he stared at Jack for a moment, before he pulled himself together and said, "Both. You said 'both'. 'They were both more than capable.'"
"Bingo!" Jack remarked and grinned widely. "I think he's finally got it. Way to go, Mastermind. And? Therefore?"
"'Um'? That's it?"
"Give me a minute, Jack, I'm processing." Daniel's eyes narrowed as he looked intently at Jack. " So Harlan's programming wasn't off, with either of our clones? Is that what you're saying?"
"That's about the size of it."
"And? Therefore?" Daniel wickedly quoted back at him, a spark of amusement blossoming at the back of his eyes.
Jack's lips twitched as he replied, "And, therefore, I guess I might be, sorta, making a pass at you."
Daniel snorted. "And making it very badly."
Jack was indignant. "Hey, it's been a while, okay? With a guy, anyway. With anyone, come to that. Maybe my technique's a little rusty."
"You got that right." There was the ghost of a grin playing round Daniel's lips. "'Acting on intelligence received' wasn't so far wide of the mark after all, then?"
"Not that far wide, no." Jack grimaced as Daniel's eyebrows raised, and he added hastily, "Oh, I'd have made a move on you sooner or later. I've been wanting to for long enough. It would have been a lot later rather than sooner, is all. Just in case you didn't reciprocate."
"And if I hadn't put the moves on you first. I've been wanting to for quite a while too. But I didn't want to spoil things." The comment was muttered softly as Daniel's head tipped back against the back of the couch and he started to chuckle weakly.
"What? What's so funny?"
"Nothing, Jack, really. It's just - it's a really bad cliché: pure Harlequin Romance, or would be with the appropriate gender adjustment. Our two heroes thrash around in their respective closets in a welter of doubt and misunderstanding and denial until the deus ex machina pops up, slaps them upside the head and gives them a shove in the direction of the happy ending, whereupon they fall into each other's arms in a soft-focus haze. Cut to footage of Apollo moon shot."
"Well, when you put it like that it does sound a little cheesy..." Jack smiled lopsidedly. "But the upside is, there's nothing Harlequin about what I've been imagining doing with you, even before I got the clue you might be interested. Sticky, yes, messy, definitely, but not Harlequin."
Daniel shifted suddenly on the couch and his eyes gleamed. "Sticky and messy, huh?"
"And not soft focus."
"Not at all, trust me."
"Raw? Sweaty? Fun?"
"Oh, you bet."
"Tell you what?"
"Tell me what you imagine doing with me. Consider it foreplay. Better still get your ass over here and give me a practical demonstration while you're telling me."
Jack's face split in a filthy grin as he dumped his beer bottle by the side of his chair and hauled himself to his feet: he didn't need to be told twice. "You know, I'm seeing a whole new side of you here."
Daniel's head lowered and he glanced up at Jack through his lashes as he shrugged back out of his jacket. It sent a charge straight to Jack's groin, a fact that Daniel acknowledged with his own fleeting grin as his eyes raked appreciatively down Jack's body, lingering on the promising bulge at Jack's crotch, and up again to his face, although when he spoke, his tone was waspish. "How do you work that out? You know I'm a linguist: how surprising is it that I get off on words?"
"It's not the words per se, I'd kinda figured the words part out all by myself, it's the pushiness," Jack commented as he plonked himself down on the couch beside Daniel, unable to resist needling him one last time. "I didn't see you as pushy in bed, somehow."
"Oh, you'll be surprised at just how pushy I can be, Jack," Daniel murmured as his hand lightly drifted down over Jack's chest to come to rest with the heel against Jack's dick, grinding suggestively as it massaged up and down. "Although, I prefer the term 'enthusiastic' myself." Jack shivered and hissed at the touch as his own hand moved to Daniel's crotch and up again to the back of Daniel's neck, where it lay slack for a moment or two, heavy and warm against the skin; he was smiling as he pulled Daniel in for a kiss.
It wasn't quite what he expected either, even though at the back of his mind, he'd never expected Daniel to be suddenly soft and yielding, not the first time, if at all. This kiss was certainly neither. It was a power struggle, pure and simple, back and forth between the two of them; the logical extension of their bickering, immeasurably better than his imagination could have conjured, making his balls throb and his gut flutter.
They were both breathing hard when they broke off and Jack realised with another jolt of desire before he dived in for the rematch that Daniel apparently got off on competition between them at least as much as he did. He deliberately gentled his side of the kiss and let Daniel take control for a while before wresting it back again, daring Daniel to rise to the challenge. When he did, and they battled briefly once more for dominance before Jack capitulated again, it was the last piece of intel that he needed: he knew exactly how to play this now to make it better than good for them both, to keep them both coming back for more.
When they were finally forced to break off, his lips felt swollen and bruised. Jack smiled again, although his eyes didn't: when they fixed on Daniel's they were hot, greedy, and he felt the fine tremor running through Daniel at the promise there.
"I don't think I've told ya yet how much I like the idea of getting fucked by you." Jack's voice was a low growl, very close to Daniel's ear.
Daniel's voice was scarcely higher than a rasping whisper. "Not in so many words, no. The body language is doing a good job of translating but the words would be good."
Jack's hand caressed Daniel's dick lovingly, possessively. His breathing quickened as his thumb circled and pushed at the head through Daniel's pants, revelling in the slight damp spot that was already seeping through the fabric.
"I do, I'd love it. I jerk off to the idea of you fucking my ass with your fingers, your tongue. I can feel your tongue trailing round my balls, under my ass to my hole."
Daniel inhaled sharply, just once, through his nose, as his dick jerked against Jack's hand. Jack's grip tightened reflexively as he felt the movement and Daniel thrust into it: then his grip slackened as he continued deliberately, "You like that idea too, huh? You wanna fuck me, Daniel? You wanna bury your dick so far up my ass it feels like you're reaching my throat? You wanna fuck me as much as I want you to fuck me?"
"Yesss." The affirmative was a low hiss through Daniel's teeth as his eyelids drooped over his eyes. "I want to fuck you so long and so hard you won't be able to walk straight for a week. That's my jerk-off fantasy - the geek nailing the hardass. But not here. Let's go to bed. I need some room to do my best work."
"Yeah?" Jack's dick swelled with pride as he stood up, flushed with the confirmation that he'd guessed right, that Daniel fantasised about nailing him, swelled to the point of out and out discomfort. He popped the button on his jeans and undid the zip to ease the pressure, noting with satisfaction that Daniel had to do the same. "So let's go."
He got as far as the bedroom door, shucking his shirt in the doorway, before Daniel's arms snaked round his waist and spun him round, sliding his hands smoothly down the back of his jeans to grab his ass and reel him in close as he latched onto Jack's neck, edging him slowly and steadily towards the bed with nudges of his hips, growling at the sensation when their cocks bumped together.
The edge of the bed hit the backs of Jack's legs, and he was forced to sit down. He took the chance to slide his own hands into Daniel's pants and shorts, easing them down and over his hips as he stood in front of him stripping off his tee, letting his erection spring free. Jack breathed deep, took in the heady, musky smell of him, and his mouth watered at the prospect of tasting his skin, of mapping him intimately and completely with his lips and tongue. He grasped Daniel's hips with his hands and leaned in, flattening his tongue to take a long swipe along his shaft from the root to the head before lapping delicately at the tip. He glanced up at Daniel and saw a trickle of sweat gleaming on its way down the side of his jaw, felt the moment when Daniel gasped and locked his knees to retain his balance, waited until he felt Daniel's hands grasp his shoulders, then opened his mouth and swallowed him down.
He'd known it would be good, but hadn't anticipated just how good, didn't appreciate that years later he would be able to remember every detail of this first time as if it were yesterday. Daniel tasted every bit as fine as he smelled, tangy and musky with a slight hint of sweetness, his skin slightly salty and silkily soft. His groans and gasps of encouragement were music to Jack's ears and he hummed his appreciation as his tongue explored, swirling over and around its prize: he felt the pulse throbbing through the big vein on the underside with his bottom lip as he slid his mouth up and down, and felt his own cock throbbing in harmony with the beat.
He felt a sharp stab of disappointment when Daniel stilled his head and pulled back, far too soon, supplanted by an absurd flush of pride when he groaned softly, "No, Jack - too much." When he looked up enquiringly, he got a lopsided grin and a shrug. "Carry on like that and it'll be over before it's begun. My turn," and Daniel urged him back onto the bed.
Jack propped himself up on his elbows and watched him as he stepped out of his clothes and kicked them away, relishing the prickles of anticipation running over his skin as he waited to see what Daniel was going to do next. He obligingly braced his feet against the mattress and lifted his hips when Daniel grasped his waistband, allowing him to pull off his jeans and shorts in one smooth movement. He caught his breath as he saw Daniel staring at his erection with undisguised desire, licking his lips with the tip of his tongue, and licked his own bottom lip, gone suddenly dry, in unconscious mimicry.
The bed dipped as Daniel lowered himself onto it and manoeuvred himself into position between Jack's thighs. Daniel caught and held Jack's eyes, smiling a tight, fierce smile as he lowered his head to within inches of Jack's crotch and breathed in deep, exhaling his appreciation in a warm, moist gust of air that made Jack's dick twitch and jerk and forced a groan from him. Daniel's face hovered just above him and he shot Jack a wicked grin of pure devilment as Jack ground out, "Daan-iel..."
Daniel's face was suddenly all innocent penitence as he said, "I know, I know. 'Don't keep your elders waiting, it's rude'." Despite his frustration, Jack chuckled, although it was short-lived as Daniel added, "Now, how was it you put it? My tongue trailing round your balls, wasn't it? And have you got... aah. You came prepared, I see," he finished as Jack wordlessly groped under the pillow and handed him the lube.
All rational thought fled with the first swipe of Daniel's tongue over his sac and Jack could only feel as Daniel played out his fantasy, laving and sucking his balls, teasing and loosening his anus with his tongue, finally penetrating him with slick fingers as he suckled Jack's dick.
Jack felt the familiar tightening in his balls and he tensed with a hiss. Daniel must have felt it too, because he broke off and gave the base of Jack's cock a deliberately sharp squeeze. "Oh no you don't, O'Neill. You're not coming without me."
Jack groaned. "Shiiit, Daniel, have some pity on an old guy, will ya? If I don't get off soon, the top of my head's gonna blow off."
Daniel smiled wolfishly, and Jack thought he'd never seen anything so hot. "Yeah? Which one?"
"Oh... probably both. C'mon, Daniel, get with the program here. Fuck me already."
"You got it, flyboy." Daniel reached for the lube and squirted some into his palm: Jack was mesmerised by the sight of him kneeling between his thighs slicking up his dick, watching it slide easily through his fist, glistening in the lamplight, fantasy made flesh. He felt his balls rise and tighten once more and made a desperate grab, squeezing hard as he was forced to look away. When he spoke, his voice was shaky and thick.
"Jesus, Daniel - I nearly lost it there just looking at ya. C'mon, get inside me, will ya? I don't want to shoot my load without you inside me. Not this time."
Daniel quirked an eyebrow at him but let it pass without comment, saying merely, "Turn round and kneel up."
Jack made no move except to spread his thighs and cant his knees. "Nope, I wanna watch you nailing me."
"Jack... how long has it been?"
"A while - okay, a long while. But I know what I want. It'll be fine." A stubborn expression was stealing across Jack's face at Daniel's apparent unwillingness to cooperate.
"No, it won't." Daniel looked round the room and shuffled back down the bed. "I want to fuck you, not hurt you, so get your ass down here."
"It's not gonna make any difference, Daniel."
"Oh, but it is," Daniel said softly and pointed across the room. Jack's eyes followed Daniel's finger and he grinned as he caught Daniel's drift, scooted down the bed and turned to his hands and knees in front of him.
"The fine art of compromise, huh? I can do that."
"You better believe it," Daniel murmured as he spread Jack's cheeks and circled his hole with his dick. "The best of both worlds..." and with that he pressed slowly home, pulling Jack's hips back against him as he inched his length inside. Jack's head dropped and he hissed quietly as he felt the welcome pressure suddenly ease into intense pleasure at the slow glide deep inside him then still deeper. He gently manoeuvred himself to kneel up and settle his weight slightly back. When he raised his head and opened his eyes, he saw them both perfectly framed in the long mirror by the dresser and couldn't stop the lust-filled growl of satisfaction that bubbled up at the sight.
Daniel's arms were round his torso, snaking up over his chest to grasp his shoulders, long fingers splayed to give him purchase as his hips moved back and thrust home again. Through half-shut eyes, Jack watched the expressions on Daniel's face as he set up the agonisingly slow rhythm. He watched him biting his lip as he grunted in time with his thrusts, he watched him lose himself in sensation, nuzzling slack-mouthed and red-faced into the side of Jack's neck. He watched Daniel's hand steal down to grasp his dick and begin to stroke; watched as Daniel moaned his pleasure when he pushed back to meet his thrusts and realised with the small part of his brain that could still think as well as watch and feel that this was probably the best, hottest sex of his life and Daniel was the best, hottest thing in his life. He snaked his arms back behind them to knead and fondle Daniel's ass in encouragement, reaching between their intertwined legs with one hand to palm and stroke Daniel's balls.
Then Daniel was speeding up, moving his hands to grip Jack's shoulders from behind, thrusting harder and deeper, corkscrewing his hips to find and slide over Jack's gland, and Jack couldn't stay upright any more. He dropped forward onto one arm to support his weight, then had to use the other one as well when it began to tremble with the strain as his orgasm started to build. He lifted his head to keep watching and was entranced by his own facial expressions as shocks of pleasure so sharp that they almost sparked pain lanced through him. He was suddenly aware that Daniel's eyes had opened and he was watching too, watching himself burying his dick in Jack's ass, his teeth bared in a feral grimace so unlike his usual expression that Jack's heart almost stopped with the intensity of it all. Dimly through the blood pounding in his ears he heard voices, and was almost surprised to realise that one of them was his, chanting a soft, gasping mantra of encouragement: "Oh God, Daniel, so good, so hard... fuck yes, don't stop, don't you dare stop... that's it, oh yeah..."
Their eyes met in the mirror and that was the trigger. Jack collapsed onto his forearms, head down between them as the hammer fell and his dick exploded into pulsating life: his ass clenched and rippled exquisitely around Daniel's flesh as his lover's hands slipped from Jack's sweaty shoulders to his waist. Two more savage thrusts and a long, rumbling growl signalled Daniel's completion before he too slumped forward over Jack's back, carrying them both sideways to the mattress to lie in a sticky tangle of arms and legs.
They lay like that for an eternity, labouring to control their breathing while Daniel gradually softened inside him.
Daniel was the first to move. He pulled out with a sigh and rolled over onto his back before nudging Jack with his elbow when he didn't stir.
"Thinkin' about it." Jack's voice was muffled by the mattress, but he felt too wiped to move.
"You can't sleep there, you're hanging half off the bed. You'll feel like hell when you wake up."
"I've slept in worse places." Nope, he really wasn't moving any time soon.
"True, but don't you think it's a bit pigheaded to insist on being uncomfortable in your own bed?"
Jack hauled himself upright with a martyred sigh and shot Daniel a withering look before crawling up the bed and flopping down on the pillows. Daniel followed with an interested expression on his face.
"Are you always this grumpy after mind-blowing sex?"
'Mind-blowing'? As adjectives went, this one sounded encouraging: something to file away for later consideration, after a suitable recovery period of course. Jack cracked open an eye as he replied, "I dunno. Wanna stick around and find out?"
Daniel was grinning as he lay down, twitched the comforter over them and draped himself over Jack to their mutual satisfaction, even though he pretended to consider it. "Yeah, I guess."
Jack could feel the smile creeping across his own face as he said, "Good. Now let's nap," and snapped off the light.
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