"Don't call me fucking 'baby'!"
"I said 'baby', not 'fucking baby'."
"Grrrrrr."
Jack had been retreating all the way to his office with a still-shirtless Danny in tow. He had no fucking idea what to do with him...well, that wasn't true, but shiiiiiiiiiitt. He had to 'say' something to get that predatory gleam out of Daniel's eyes and it worked. Sort of.
Daniel stood by Jack's desk and watched as Jack looked around the room. "Ask me to clean or paint something and I'm giving you your money back."
Jack whirled and faced him. "Well, I DID buy you, you know. I should at least get my money's worth out of you." He expected a heated reply but all Daniel did was squint his eyes at him with as evil a glare as he'd ever seen on him.
"Oh, you will, Colonel."
Jack's brow did a scalp-raising.
"Aaaand that means what exactly?"
"Jesus, Jack, you're not stupid, much as you pretend you are."
Jack only snorted at that, then started to cough as Daniel walked over and locked the door with the access key card, then reached up and turned off the camera.
"Danny, what'cha doin'?"
"Time to collect, Colonel."
He walked toward Jack, who began to back up...and up...and up...around the room. Daniel followed him slowly, stalking him practically. He suddenly had one of those movie visions of the "damsel" running like an antelope away from The Mummy, who always caught up to her, despite the broken limb and lurching, dragging walk. And to that end, he suddenly stumbled and fell.
"Um, Daniel, not here. No, I mean...I meant..."
Daniel's face broke into a wide smile. "I knew it.....you are so easy," and he began to laugh as he bent over Jack, who lay sprawled on his back on the floor.
"I am not!" he protested, grabbing Daniel by the arm and pulling himself to his feet, his macho masculinity suddenly reasserting itself.
Much to Daniel's relief, too. It was appearing to be too easy.
"What's going on here, Daniel?" he asked, brushing himself off and continuing to back away, without making it look like he was backing away.
"What do you want to go on, Jack?" Daniel asked as he backed Jack up against the wall.
"Don't answer me with a question."
Daniel reached up and fingered the buttons on Jack's class A jacket.
"Um...Daniel?" he asked quietly, watching Daniel's long, strong fingers and felt the room getting decidedly warmer.
"Jack, did I ever tell you how good you look in your class A's?" and unbuttoned the jacket, then ran his hands over the white shirt.
"Um...no...thanks, I think," and he grabbed Daniel's hands after they had begun to slide over him, finding the heat through the cloth.
Daniel took his attention off his targeted area, and looked up into Jack's darkened eyes. His silent eyes asked the unspoken permission to continue. Jack slipped an arm around his waist and pulled Daniel against his body, then leaned his head forward, and kissed him.
It was meant to be a tentative first kiss, but it quickly evolved into a passionate, tongue-dueling battle. Daniel's fingers went back to work quickly, opening his shirt and pulling it free of his trousers. They moved onto his button and zipper, and one hand slipped inside to feel his erection through his shorts. Jack groaned loudly and his own fingers quickly unzipped Daniel's jeans. Instead of finding more cloth, he found skin and hair.
He broke the kiss and murmured, "Commando, Daniel. You went out there commando?"
"Oh yeah. I knew you'd be watching. Had to do my own fishing, Jack. Caught you with one try."
Growling with a few nips into his neck, Jack made Daniel shiver. His cheeks and throat flushed with the excitement of seeing Daniel so assertive and strong. Their trousers were pushed down over their hips as their tongues found each other again, trying to seek, explore, and declare victory.
Friction was created quickly, sweat finding their skin soon afterwards, making their bodies slide together deliciously. With quiet cries into each other's mouths, they came to completion together.
Finding the strength to remain standing, each buried their faces into each other's necks. Daniel was able to find speech first.
"Thanks for having the courage to 'buy' me, Jack. I've waited a long time," he whispered behind his ear.
"Backatcha, Danny," he croaked, finding his throat dry. He cleared it and pulled back, looking into Daniel's blissful, sated face. "Care to take me on for the rest of my life? You may have gotten a little over your head, here."
"Not possible, and I'll take you on for as long as we live."
Fin