Daniel and Jack had a pretty good Saturday morning. Joking, eating breakfast, talking a lot - which Daniel found to be thrilling in and of itself. When the dishes had been cleared away and Daniel had started on the laundry, Jack decided to head on home. He needed to change clothes, then do his usual routine: get the mail, delete appropriate messages, do his own laundry, clean up the house and yard, water stuff. The usual. The same thing that Daniel was doing, basically, only in his own home.
Around mid-afternoon, Daniel finally wound things down and was aching for Jack's company. Literally. He found himself missing Jack's smile; his warm eyes, strong hands; his hot body....
At the same time, Jack was sitting down at the breakfast table in his own kitchen, thinking roughly the same thing: it had only been about five or six hours, but he missed Daniel's smile, his eyes; the wrinkle in his brow when he frowned at something sarcastic that he had said; the soft touch from his fingers; the hot touch of his body against his own.
Jack was also thinking about something else: why hadn't Daniel initiated anything other than rubbing? Jack had tried to give him the hint when he'd buried a finger inside him. But that later that morning, Daniel hadn't started anything else and Jack was wondering if Daniel had been afraid to do so. As he thought about it, the less likely that was. Daniel wasn't shy, or afraid. He was, however, too damn respectful sometimes.
Well, he'd have to let Daniel know that he really, really did want it. He wanted to thrust inside Daniel's hot body and watch him scream in ecstasy; wanted to watch him come as he pumped his own release inside; wanted to feel Daniel's hard cock pushing inside his own very willing body, to have Daniel's long capable fingers wrap around his cock and tease and pull and stroke until he screamed himself hoarse from the pleasure of being touched by him.
Then a thrilled, semi-panicky, thought came to him: Daniel was now his lover. Daniel Jackson. His lover. He smiled.
Jack knew Daniel had something else planned and he suddenly wanted to get back to doing it..as soon as possible. He finished up his house chores, and instead of doing what he usually did on Saturday afternoons, which was turning on a game, he picked up the phone.
. .
Daniel had sat down at his computer and stared at the screen. He usually did some work at home, but found he didn't feel up to it today. All he could think about was how Jack had made him feel when he'd penetrated him with his finger. All he could think about now was Jack's body, Jack's face. He wanted Jack to bury his cock deep inside him; wanted to feel the man thrusting his powerful hips, hitting his gland and giving him that pleasure he hadn't felt in a long, long time. Daniel wanted to hear Jack moan, scream, yell, howl. He wanted to hear his name on Jack's lips as he came inside him; as Jack came over his hand as he thrust inside his sweet ass.
But he was a little hesitant. Daniel knew that he hadn't been with a man, nor had Jack for that matter, in a very long time and he wanted things to go...well, perfectly...between them. But there was no such thing as perfect. The only thing he could do was try to make things as good as they could be. With Jack. With Jack, he knew they would be.
Once more, the images flooded his mind: having sex with him. He moaned at the thought and closed his eyes. His dick became very hard. He slid his hand down to his jeans' covered crotch and rubbed the length of his erection. He moved his hand away and stood up. No, he wouldn't relieve himself. He wanted another slow burn and for Jack to give him his release.
He wanted... He wanted... He wanted it to be special.
And it would be. Then it suddenly occurred to him that Jack was now his lover. Jack O'Neill was his lover. Jack. His lover.
He brought a hand up to his mouth, smiling like a kid who'd discovered a secret he wasn't supposed to know. The very thought...Jack was his lover...it sent chills through him. Excitable, thrilling, dangerous, risky...chills.
The phone rang, startling him.
He moved to the kitchen and picked up. "Hello."
"Hey."
"Hey."
Their conversations have always been like that. Some things never change.
"What'cha doin'?" Jack asked, his tone telling Daniel that he was feeling playful...sexually playful. He didn't want to say too much...nothing he wouldn't rather say in person, that is.
"Nothing much. What're you doin'?" Daniel returned, smiling at Jack's incorrigibility. Despite his own misgivings about their "future" sex life, Daniel found he had none the moment he heard Jack's voice.
"Daniel..." Jack scolded, though his tone was still playful. He hated it when Daniel answered him with a question and this was similar.
Daniel laughed. "Sorry, Jack...you've got that playful tone and I couldn't resist the tease. What's on your mind?"
"Daniel....awww, shit, never mind. I'm coming over."
"Okay," Daniel laughed and hung up.
Some other things never changed, either. Jack really did hate talking on the phone.
. .
A knock came on the door.
"It's open!" Daniel yelled from the kitchen. He decided that late afternoon was good enough and began to make Jack a treat. He heard the door open and Jack walking inside.
"You know, Daniel, I could have been anyone."
Daniel rolled his eyes - before Jack reached the kitchen. "Jack, stop being so protective. If bad shit happens, then it happens. I'm not worrying about it, other than locking up at night. That will have to suit you."
Jack growled at him as he walked into the kitchen just as Daniel started up his food blender to crush some ice. He smiled with a perplexed frown as he took in the ingredients on Daniel's counter: Some ice, a few cups of what smelled like very strong coffee, the partially-used fifth of JD whiskey, and some chocolate-chocolate chip ice cream.
"Daniel, what are you making?" he asked loudly over the blender noise as he pushed a few of the items with the tip of his finger.
"A liquor shake. Want to try one? They really are good."
Jack looked dubious but he shrugged. "Why not?"
Daniel stopped crushing the ice, so the room became quiet again. He started to scoop in the ice cream, and Jack took that moment to say a proper hello to his new lover. He walked over, took the spoon and carton from his hands and put them back down on the counter. Daniel frowned in question as he looked up into Jack's eyes.
"Jack?"
"Come here, Daniel," he asked as he turned Daniel around, then placed a hand on the side of his face and guided his lips to his own. Jack immediately opened his mouth for a deep "soul" kiss, pulling Daniel against him as he wrapped his arm around his warm, hard body. Daniel returned the embrace, locking his arms around Jack's neck and moaning into his mouth.
They could so easily let their feelings and physical needs take over...just by continuing to touch and kiss. Their erections strained at their jeans, rubbing against each other as hands slowly sought out places to hold and grasp.
However, Daniel wanted something to drink and Jack didn't want his food to melt all over the counter...
Jack knew it would, considering that what he had in mind would take an hour, at least.
Groaning, they pulled apart, brushing their noses and foreheads together.
"Hello," Jack whispered. "Can we continue this in a little while? Or do you have something else in mind for today?"
Daniel sighed heavily and pulled away, stepping around Jack to cover the blender and hit the button. He glanced sideways at Jack, carefully scrutinizing him.
Jack saw the look. "Mmmm. You do have something in mind, don't you?"
Daniel pressed his lips together. "Um, well, yeah."
"What?" he asked in anticipation.
Daniel added more ice cream and blended it again. "I'd like to..."
"Yes?" Jack grinned wolfishly.
Daniel cleared his throat. "I'd like to continue my lessons in a different way."
"Yes?"
"I want to draw you." There he said it. It was out.
Jack's eyes shot up to the top of his head. "Draw me?"
"Sketch...draw...you know?"
"I didn't know that you knew how to draw?" Daniel just kept on surprising him.
"Well, yeah, I do. Kind of goes with the territory in some forms of archaeology."
Jack smiled at him. "So you want to draw me?"
"I would. Do you mind?" Daniel's tone had an erotic quality to it, and Jack didn't miss the slight darkening of his eyes. He was quiet for a few moments, trying to figure out what Daniel had in mind. Then he smiled a very secretive grin.
"You want me to pose for you, Daniel?"
Daniel actually blushed as he added the coffee to the blended ingredients and hit 'blend'. He nodded to Jack, getting even redder.
Jack walked up behind him and put his hands on Daniel's waist, then leaned forward so that his lips touched the side of his neck, just under his ear. "In the nude?"
Daniel froze at Jack's touch, feeling a warm tingling run through him. He nodded his answer as he tried to control his breathing.
"Think you can draw all of me before you get...interrupted?" Jack asked cheekily.
Daniel smiled, his blush fading. He half-expected Jack to make fun of him but Jack didn't. He was interested. That pleased Daniel greatly. The idea he had was getting even better.
"Yeah, I think I can manage," he grinned. "I thought you'd like this concoction of mine while you graciously let me draw you." Daniel added quite a bit of liquor to the blended mix. He turned on the blender and let it run for almost a minute while Jack rested his chin over his shoulder and watched the blender. Daniel added more ice cream and blended again. With a spoon, he tasted what he'd made. Jack grinned as Daniel made that face he made whenever he drank straight shots. Daniel seemed satisfied though. Jack stepped away as Daniel retrieved more ice, placed a few cubes into two tall glasses, then poured the concoction into them. He placed a straw in each of them, then handed one to Jack.
"Tell me what you think. If you hate it, toss it in the sink and grab a beer or I could just pour some JD into a smaller glass."
Jack took an experimental sip. The combination from the ice cream and liquor was deliciously warming. He grinned and sipped some more.
"It's good, Daniel. Really good." Daniel indicated that he go into the living room while he went to his office. Jack moved away then, taking off his jacket and sitting down on the sofa. Taking a long sip from his own drink, Daniel smiled to himself as he picked up a large sketch pad and a few charcoal and regular pencils, then returned to Jack.
He set his drink down on the coffee table and sat down on the edge of the matching sofa chair. He and Jack stared at each other for a moment, then he set his supplies down next to the chair.
"Shall we begin?" he asked.
Jack cleared his throat. "Where?" he asked, looking about the room, then down at the sofa. Daniel nodded his head at the sofa.
"If I'm going to draw you in the nude, don't you think..."
"I should be in the nude?" Jack finished for him and stood up and unbuttoned his shirt and kicked off his shoes and socks. "What about you though?"
"Artists usually stay dressed," Daniel told him, smiling like a minx.
"Daniel, come on, even it up just a little..."
"Oh, now Jack, are you shy?"
Jack looked at him fixedly. "You know I'm not."
Daniel relented. "Okay, I'll remove some of my clothes." He was already barefoot, so he pulled off his t-shirt, baring the top of his body for Jack while he watched Jack slip his jeans off along with his boxers. He laid down on the soft sofa.
"On my side okay?"
Daniel nodded. "Prop your head up in your hand. It might be more comfortable." Jack turned onto his left side and crooked his left arm to rest his head in his palm.
"Is this the pose you want me in?" Again, Daniel nodded. Jack was surprised at how much he was getting off on having Daniel draw him. He never - ever - expected this kind of thing to excite him. But then, he'd never had anyone do as much for him as Daniel had. Nor had he ever had anyone draw him. "I can move, though, can't I?" he asked, as he leaned forward to take a drink from his shake.
"Yes," Daniel told him as he picked up his pad and a regular pencil, then began to sketch a rough shape onto the paper. He'd only done this once, in college at Oxford. That had been a long time ago. He had been rather good at it though, but found his patience for it was the problem. This, however, was different. Drawing Jack would give him all the patience in the world, providing he didn't succumb to dropping the pad and ravishing Jack right there on the sofa...which he so wanted to do right damn now. Swallowing hard, he continued to draw.
Jack stared back, finding this scene extremely erotic, arousing, and his body naturally reacted. He cleared his throat. "Um, Daniel?"
"Hmmmm?" Daniel asked as he focused in on the lines of Jack's arms and torso. He looked into Jack's face then, and saw Jack motion down toward his crotch. Daniel looked...and grinned while biting his lips, noticing the slight swelling. "Well, um," and he cleared his throat and gave Jack a tiny laugh. "Don't worry about it, Jack. It'll just make things...more interesting."
Jack stared back, controlling everything he had in him not to get up and pull Daniel down on top of him.
"Interesting is a word and a half, Daniel," he growled at him. Jack's voice and tone made him immediately hard and his pencil faltered. Cursing, he erased the errant line and scowled at Jack, though not seriously. Jack smiled and bit his bottom lip. Daniel groaned.
"Don't do that, damn it. I'm tryin' to concentrate here."
"I have a better idea where you can concentrate those hands, Daniel," he replied, grinning naughtily. Daniel growled at him again and concentrated on his drawing. He mostly succeeded...except when Jack would interrupt with a few suggestive remarks designed to get him distracted. Finally, his sketch work was done and he started in on the drawing, picking up a charcoal pencil. Drawing in most of Jack's features was easily done: getting the angle of his face; the curvature of his muscles; the lean, hard stomach; the long, long thighs and calves; his strong, able feet; the length of bone along his wiry arms; the tantalizing lay of his fingers on his hip (except when he'd reach forward to take a drink, then settle back and Daniel would have to reposition his hand where it was).
Daniel had most of him done, and now it was time to fill in Jack's...genital area. He took a deep breath and began to draw the line of the shaft where it lay, pointing toward his left. He tried to draw quickly because he glanced at Jack's face and his eyes were clearly darkening. If Daniel didn't hurry, the shape of Jack's dick would change abruptly.
Jack smiled inwardly, watching the increasingly faster movements of Daniel's hand as he drew. His eyes were fixed on his crotch and Jack had just enough devil in him to "will" his cock to twitch. Daniel glanced at him again, then back at his crotch. He gave him a glare.
"Jaaaack. Stop. I'll have to start over if you keep that up."
Jack grinned with malicious intent. "I've not yet begun to keep it up, Daniel."
Daniel laughed. "Jaaaack."
Jack was feeling the effects of the homemade shake, warming his insides, loosening him up. Plus the erotic treatment of this private art show was turning him on even more than before. Even if he constantly had to suppress his erection, he wasn't planning on doing it anymore. He had purposely waited until Daniel was drawing his dick. Now, he thought about all the interesting things he'd like to do to Daniel...and Daniel's anatomy. He thought about tasting him, about pouring some JD onto his smooth, hot skin and licking it off.
That did it.
Daniel paused his drawing hand as Jack's cock twitched and throbbed and began to thicken and harden. It was amazing to watch but at the same time he was beginning to feel irritated at being interrupted. Rubbing out the lines he'd drawn, he stared impatiently - though not too impatiently - at Jack until he was sure Jack was erect enough. Mock-scowling, he began to draw again, though his breathing was becoming a bit shallow.
"This'll be something I'll never be able to show anyone, you know. Your erection has seen to that," he said softly.
Jack snorted. "You wouldn't have shown it to anyone anyway, Daniel."
Daniel raised a brow mischievously. "Don't tell me NOT to do something, Jack. You know what happens."
Jack snorted again. "Yeah, but this is different...and you know it." His voice was gravelly, deep...hungry. Daniel stopped drawing and looked in his eyes.
"Jack, if you don't stop..." he whispered and paused, his own breathing becoming even shorter as he noticed Jack's features changing to ones of pure lust and want. His cock throbbed even more. He reached over and took a long drink from his forgotten shake, emptying half of it. The liquor and partially-melted shake brought an instant heat within, and he was already starting to sweat. His dick ached to be freed from it's confines and when he set the glass back down, he shifted in his seat. Jack immediately knew why.
"Daniel..." Jack half-asked in a husky tone.
"What Jack?" he said, returning to draw, though his drawing was essentially done. He just had touching up to do.
"It's time to put the drawing pad down."
"I'm just about done, Jack. Another half an hour maybe." He didn't need to tell Jack that, but an impishness was born just then.
Jack knew he was fibbing, and an impish idea of his own came to him. His hand slid down off his hip and into his lap, where his fingers slowly curled around his dick. Daniel's eyes widened and his drawing hand froze.
"Time... to... put... the... pad... down... Daniel," he told him again, stringing out each word. Jack knew this would be just as erotic for him as it would be for Daniel. He'd never before set out to masturbate in front of anyone, but now, in front of Daniel, that's just what he intended to do in order to get Daniel to drop the pad and come to him. He moved his right leg open and bent his knee, exposing his groin and giving himself better access. He began to alternately stroke his shaft and thrust his hips up, guiding his dick through his fingers.
Daniel's upper lip began to sweat and was suddenly startled as the pencil snapped in two and fell to the floor. He set the pad down on the floor against the chair and slowly stood up, wiping his damp hands along his jeans. He slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pushing them over his hips and slipping his boxers off along with them. Standing nude before Jack, his full erection let Jack know just how aroused he was. Daniel read the message in Jack's face and stood there before him, his eyes alternating between Jack's face and his masturbating hand. He reached down, grabbed his cock and began to slowly copy Jack's motions. Daniel's breathing was hard, fast. He wouldn't be able to hold out much longer in this highly seductive play.
"Jack..." he whispered his warning, the need in his voice obvious.
"Come to me, Danny," Jack urgently whispered in return.
Daniel crawled over him, cat-like, pushing him onto his back, and locked his lips to Jack's. Their hips matched in urgent thrusting as their cocks brushed together, creating that fine electric friction. Jack's hands found the firm round globes of Daniel's ass and roughly molded them, pushing his crotch down to grind into him. Daniel responded keenly, moaning into his mouth, returning the grind fervently. Jack then wrapped his arms around his back, holding him tightly, rubbing nipple against nipple. The shocks of pleasure shuddered through them, then Jack broke the kiss, breathing lightly over Daniel's swollen lips and pulled his head away so he could gaze into his lover's eyes, giving him a pure look of lust.
"I want you, Danny. Tell me you want me, too...all the way," Jack said huskily, then nipped the skin under his ear, making Daniel moan loudly.
Daniel felt no more hesitation, fully sure of them now. He kissed Jack quickly, then got up carefully and went into the bathroom. He retrieved the lube and made his way back to the sofa. Laying back down on top of him, he handed the lube to Jack.
"Yes, Jack. I want us, so....I've brought you something," he said with a small grin, his own lust plainly seen in his face.
"An accessory?"
Daniel snorted a laugh into Jack's neck, then began to nip, suckle and lick his way down. Jack inched himself backward, giving Daniel room. He so wanted to feel that mouth on him.
Daniel's lips and tongue found his nipples, licking over them, and through the fine hairs of his chest. He pulled at each nipple with his teeth and drove Jack nuts, making him moan and shove his fingers through his hair. Moving further along, his tongue lapped at Jack's abdomen, circling his navel, then slid a wet trail down to his dick. Daniel's mouth did not hesitate to engulf the head of his cock and Jack hissed, continually running his fingers through Daniel's hair.
"Yes, Daniel, yes," he encouraged, and Daniel took more of him inside. He suckled, licked, and scraped his teeth lightly along the underside. He slowly drove Jack insane and soon Jack couldn't take anymore without risking coming down Daniel's throat. "Don't...make....me...come...." he said breathlessly, then stopped Daniel's movements with his hands and pulled him away. "Come up here," he urged.
Daniel moved back up and lay over him once more. Jack swiftly gathered him in his arms and turned them over, dropping Daniel onto his back. Daniel's eyes widened at the surprisingly quick move.
"That was some move, my Colonel," he whispered, turned on beyond belief. His hand snaked up to catch behind Jack's head and he pulled him down into a feverish kiss, seeking out Jack's tongue for a long loving battle. Jack's arms circled under him, deepening the kiss as he moaned into his mouth. Daniel moved his hips suggestively against Jack's, rubbing their dicks together, the sweat from their bodies soon creating a delectable slickness as they slid easily over each other's skin.
Gasping, they broke the kiss, but Jack continued to kiss Daniel's face, then moved down his body to swiftly take his cock into his mouth. Daniel cried out, his hands guiding Jack's head and joyously thrust his cock into his mouth, loving the warm, wet feel of his lips and tongue.
"Oh God, yes," he gasped, his head tossing uncontrollably as Jack sucked his shaft deeper into his mouth. Needy mewls escaped his throat as Jack had somehow lubed his fingers and slowly inserted two of them into his rectum. He spread Daniel's legs apart and Daniel lifted his right leg up onto the back of the couch, giving Jack full advantage to him. Jack slid his fingers more easily into Daniel's body and swallowed Daniel's cock to the base. With his other hand on Daniel's ass, he urged Daniel to fuck his mouth. Gasping out short, demanding cries, Daniel did as instructed with eagerness. He felt his body tightening as the heat of Jack's mouth took him closer to the edge.
"Yes, yes," he gasped. "Oh God, yes! It feels so good, Jack!" Jack's fingers were busy scissoring, spreading, opening him up. He sucked hard as he withdrew to the head of his cock, then plunged Daniel's cock back down his throat.
"Fuck me!" Daniel cried, thrusting quickly as Jack's skillful fingers rubbed his prostate, releasing waves of pleasure. He suddenly held Daniel still and moaned over his cock as he sucked the head, rubbing his tongue artfully. Jack's movements, combined with the moans causing vibrations through his cock and balls, brought Daniel over and he came hard.
"Jaaaack!" Daniel screamed, feeling his hot semen pulsing down Jack's throat as Jack swallowed as quickly as he could. Daniel's fingers left Jack's hair and white-knuckled the cushions of the couch as Jack milked him, continuing to move his fingers in and out of his body. "Oh God!" he gasped as he thrust uncontrollably, wanting the pleasure to never end, but soon it became too sensitive, too acute. "Enough, Jack, enough," Daniel begged, his voice harsh and pleading, even as his hips wouldn't stop rocking to the movements of Jack's mouth. Carefully, Jack removed his fingers and tenderly pulled Daniel's cock from his mouth. He reached for the lube and slickened his own cock thoroughly, then laid over Daniel, looking into his barely conscious, sated face. He was so overcome with love and lust that he almost came right then and there. He kissed Daniel hard, pulling his lower leg up around his waist. With one smooth stroke, he entered Daniel's body with deliberate caution. At the sensation of Jack filling his body, Daniel moaned, closing his eyes and tilting his head back as his hands caressed Jack's lightly haired chest.
Daniel was tight, and hot, and wet and so good, Jack knew he wouldn't last. Angling and hoping he would hit it the first time, he began to thrust. Daniel's eyes shot open and his head tilted back even further as his gland was rubbed firmly. His fingers reflexively gripped Jack's shoulders, giving his body to him as he raised his ass higher.
"God, Daniel, you feel so fucking good," Jack whispered, almost crying at the profound pleasure. Daniel met his thrusts, rocking his hips upward. "I...I don't think I can last...you feel too good...Oh God, Daniel!" Daniel felt himself hardening again, and grabbed Jack behind the head and pulled him down, kissing him roughly, passionately as he tightened his leg around his waist.
"Fuck me, Jack. Fuck me hard! Please, Jack!" he whispered urgently, continuing the kiss.
Jack let out a groan and thrust hard, gasping, panting, loving the feel of Daniel's body around his dick. Daniel began to whisper lewd and erotic words, kissing and biting along Jack's throat. Jack slightly adjusted his hips and thrust harder, faster. Daniel bit down suddenly on the side of his neck.
"Fuck me!" he cried, feeling close to coming again as his prostate was being massaged continuously. Jack grabbed Daniel's now-hard dick, squeezing and pulling rapidly. Daniel wildly tossed his head back at the exquisite pleasure, fingers digging into his back. Watching his reacton was enough to bring Jack his release.
"DANIEL!" he screamed, coming harder than he'd ever experienced. His semen shot against Daniel's sweet spot and Daniel arched back even more, his body becoming rigid. Soft, halting cries escaped his throat as he came a second time, spurting his semen over Jack's working hand. Jack felt an unbelievable tremor of pleasure move through him as he watched Daniel's second orgasm overtake him.
They held onto each other, riding out their body's spasms. When they finally subsided, Daniel slumped down bonelessly, bringing Jack down on top of him. Both of them were incoherent, panting softly. Jack's arms gathered around him and Daniel felt Jack pulling out and turning them onto their sides. He didn't know how much time passed for him, but he seemed to have drifted off without really sleeping. Soft kisses brought him back to awareness.
"That was a wonderful lesson, Danny," Jack's voice murmured.
"A lesson in what?" Daniel asked softly, not really with it yet. He felt peaceful, languid, dreamy. He couldn't bring himself to open his eyes.
"Lesson three was learning to use accessories," Jack said against his cheek.
"Hmmm."
"You have wonderful accessories..." Jack whispered. Daniel didn't seem to hear him, though he murmured something unintelligible as he kissed Jack's jaw and fell asleep with his face nuzzled into his neck. Jack nuzzled him back and followed.