Prior to Lesson Five: Early Morning Fantasy
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Early Monday morning. Very early. Jack opened his eyes, finding Daniel wrapped to his side with one leg over his thigh. Daniel was dreaming about something and his dick was hard, throbbing. Jack got a very wicked idea just then, and rolled Daniel carefully onto his back and reached for the lube to coat his own erection. Placing a good amount at the entrance to Daniel's rectum, Jack briefly prepared him, inserting just the tips of two fingers, sliding them in and out a few times. Daniel's body seemed to be responding even before his mind had truly roused. Jack rolled on top, straddling him, then gently opened Daniel's legs. He looked into his face, noting that Daniel slept like a stone at times, barely registering what was going on around him, and this was one of those times.
Jack laid his weight down on top of Daniel, and cupped his ass. He placed his dick in position, pressing the head of it against his anus. Daniel suddenly moved his head back and forth, then partially opened his eyes to look into Jack's face. Jack spread his own knees apart, pushing Daniel's legs over them. Taking Daniel's hands in his, Jack pinned them just over his head and nuzzled the side of his face, pulling on his earlobe, then licked underneath with the tip of his tongue. Daniel's breath quickened.....registering finally what was going on. He felt his own erection, remembered his interrupted dream, then realized that Jack's cock was pushed up against his ass. He let a tiny sound escape his throat. One of need and want. Jack continued to slide the tip of his tongue around his ear, then spoke in a deeply seductive tone that sent shivers down Daniel's spine.
"....we're standing behind the stargate, Daniel....against the back wall....naked. I've got you pinned, your back to the wall, and your legs are wrapped around my waist as my hands hold you up by your ass. No one knows we're there, Daniel....no one at all, and I enter you, pushing slowly...."
Jack then pushed himself inside, groaning as Daniel moaned sensuously in reaction. He waited one or two seconds, then began to pump slowly, making sure his belly rubbed against Daniel's erection. Daniel raised his legs in response, tightening his thighs around Jack's waist. As Jack's cock penetrated him deeper, he began to writhe underneath him, his eyes closed, thrilled and very aroused at this mood that Jack was in.
"....I hold you up and begin to thrust....slowly at first...." and he pumped in and out slowly....so slowly.
"....then....faster, harder...." and Jack pushed his cock deeper as he pistoned faster. "....then suddenly the stargate springs to life...." and he pushed harder, causing Daniel to gasp, "....people come through, none of them aware that I'm fucking you behind the gate...." and he adjusted the angle of his hips slightly, "....and I hit your gland as the other teams come through...."
Daniel reacted, letting Jack know that he had indeed hit his sweet spot. He tightened his fingers around his ardent lover's as Jack continued to whisper beside his ear.
"....you want to cry out but my mouth covers yours, preventing it...." and he kissed him hard, dueling with Daniel's slowly awakening tongue. Daniel deepened the fierceness of his kiss, groaning momentary displeasure as Jack pulled away and resumed his storytelling while nuzzling under Daniel's jaw. "....as I pleasure you....thrusting deeper and deeper....voices are talking....and Carter's is clearly audible, asking everyone where we are....and I love it....the secrecy, the erotic charge....and I start to pound my hard....cock....into you...." His hips followed suit, slamming against Daniel's body. Daniel bit his lip, tossing his head back while soft cries escaped from his throat as Jack hit his gland repeatedly.
"Then the stargate shuts down and begins dialing out....and I'm timing my thrusts now....waiting for the wormhole to open....wanting you to come, needing you to come....all over me...."
Daniel gasped harshly, feeling the tightness in his groin just as Jack's balls slapped against his as he pounded into him....so deliciously hard.
"The gate starts up now....and Carter and Teal'c are wondering where we are....why we're late....but we're busy fucking....and fucking....and fucking....and we don't care...." then he widened his knees and thrust even harder, letting himself go. He ground his hips, pushing as deep as he could, rubbing Daniel's gland ruthlessly. "....come for me, Danny....squeeze my dick and bring me with you...."
Daniel tightened his hold on Jack's fingers, then a beat later, he tossed his head back in euphoric response, his eyes and mouth opening wide in shock and amazement. No sound escaped his mouth at first, then....a strangled scream as he came hard and long, his anal muscles contracting several times around Jack's dick.
The look of ecstasy on his face exulted Jack and he rammed into Daniel as the convulsive tightening around his cock brought him off. Roaring, he bit down into Daniel's shoulder as the hot semen hit Daniel's gland, making him cry out in short gasps, exhausted.
Releasing Daniel's fingers from his, Jack laid his weight down on top of him once more, then rolled them onto their sides. He kissed Daniel's damp lips softly and Daniel finally opened his eyes completely, finding Jack's warm eyes staring into his sated face. He smiled tenderly at him.
"Wow. That's one hell of a way to wake up," he said breathlessly.
"Thought you'd like that," Jack replied smugly, his own sated look softening the expression.
"Did you?"
"Immensely. Couldn't you tell?"
"Um, well, I was too busy having the best orgasm I've ever had."
Jack growled into his neck, kissing him for the compliment, hiding the pinking in his cheeks.
"Me too," he admitted freely, still nuzzling his neck.
"Where'd that fantasy come from?"
Jack raised his head and looked at him with a devilish grin. "From the deep recesses of my kinky mind."
Daniel smiled and pulled him into a tight hug. "I love you."
"I know."
Jack received a loving slap on the ass for that. "Cheeky bastard," Daniel scolded.
"I love you, too," Jack told him, continuing to nuzzle.
"I know....OW! JACK!"
*snigger*
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Lesson Five: Learning methods in the Field.
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After Jack, Teal'c, and Sam unnecessarily scoured the perimeter for the umpteenth time, trying to find something to do, it was late afternoon. They were bored to tears. Jack finally decided to send Teal'c and Sam home. His radio transmission from the MALP to General Hammond was typically laden with double entendres no one understood.
"General, I'm sending Teal'c and Carter back."
"Why is that, Colonel?"
"Nothing for them to do, sir. I'd rather they found something productive to do."
"What about you, Colonel?"
"I'll make sure Daniel doesn't run into any Unas." He could just see Hammond rolling his eyes.
"Colonel, there aren't any Unas on that planet."
"That we know of. But when Daniel is on a dig, we all know that he has a high chance of getting into trouble. If something happens, I want to be here to make sure his butt isn't caught by some big, honkin' stinky--"
"I get the gist, Colonel."
"Yes, sir."
"He has two more days there, Colonel. You've already been there almost one day. If something bad were to happen, don't you think it would have happened by now?"
"No, sir."
"Do you want to stay there for two more days, Colonel?"
"I'm sure I can keep myself entertained, sir."
"Meaning?" Though Jack couldn't see, Hammond and Sgt. Davis, soon joined by Teal'c and Sam, were smirking as they watched Jack's image on the MALP's video camera.
Jack cleared his throat, his image on the MALP transmission giving away nothing.
"Oh, you know, sir. I want to put this time to good use, so I figure I may as well take full advantage of the supposed teaching skills of our intrepid archaeologist." And you have no idea how good he really is, General.
"Colonel, don't interfere with his field work," Hammond started to scold.
"General, I swear, I've no intention of doing that. Daniel would make my life a living hell if I did; even I'm not that stupid." His face was bland, serious, telling George nothing but the General knew his 2IC better than that.
"One call from Dr. Jackson, Colonel...."
Jack winced - on camera.
"Understood, sir."
Hammond nodded, knowing he got the message. More or less. "SGC out."
The transmission ended and the gate shut down. Jack walked back to the main dig site with a smug, and anticipatory, look on his face. Two days relatively alone with his archaeologist might be fun.
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Before they had become so bored (except for Daniel), Jack and his teammates had helped SG11 set up new shelters at the other two dig sites. SG11 had decided to move their central camp between them, so they were busy with that while Daniel had settled down into the first dig site.
After he sent Teal'c and Sam home, Jack kept his and Daniel's sleeping area next to the first dig site, preferring to keep their belongings within easy reach of Daniel's work. Now that Sam and Teal'c's tent was gone, their solitary tent looked lonely. But that was okay with Jack. He wanted to stay out of SG11's way, keeping himself and Daniel separated at roughly 30 yards away from the others, so he'd left their tent where it had originally been, 10 feet away from the pit.
The members of SG11 were busily accomplishing their work, so Jack let them be, preferring to concentrate his energies on his beloved archaeologist, who was, ninety percent of the time, lying on his belly with his feet splayed, brushing away bits of dirt, using a fine pick that reminded Jack oddly of dental visits.
Once in a while, he'd ask Daniel a question or two, and he actually found himself paying attention....for the most part. But what he loved to do was quietly watch and admire Daniel's ass and long legs as he lay there on his stomach in an 11-foot square pit, two feet deep. At times, all Jack wanted to do was jump down in there and fuck him right there in the soft, upturned ground. Alternately, he wanted Daniel to do the same thing to him. When his imagination got too vivid, he'd tell Daniel he was going off on a perimeter patrol, and he'd beat a hasty retreat, willing himself to calm down. If that didn't work, he'd steal himself away within the surrounding woods. He'd stand there, his trousers open, his hand stroking and squeezing hard and fast, attempting to relieve the edge of arousal that seemed to stay with him no matter what he did.
While watching Daniel, Jack had come to a realization. He had been thinking of spending the night with Daniel in their tent, and realized that for once, he was actually looking forward to it. Then he realized that from now on, it would be difficult to keep his hands off Daniel whenever they slept offworld. He knew then that this would be the way it would be for the rest of their time together as members of SG1. The fact didn't bother him too much. His professionalism had always kept him alert, awake or sleeping. But, no matter what, he loved Daniel and accepted his realization without dwelling on it too much. The last few years had been hard on their relationship and it seemed that this was easier, happier. He could do with a little happiness in his life, and so could Daniel.
At dinner, Daniel ran over his notes while he ate, and Jack sat and watched him, knowing that Daniel relished these puzzles he was left to unravel so he left him alone to do it, just as he had all day long. The first dig site was why SG11 had requested Daniel's help. The other two were ordinary by comparison. The first one, however, was filled with the fossilized remains of human hosts and the goa'uld inside them were plainly separable, which shouldn't have been the case. When a goa'uld dies within a host, the body absorbs it, so there shouldn't have been anything there within the fossilized remains of the skeletons. Daniel's observations were mostly to confirm or deny what they had written down in their reports: that the hosts had died immediately after implantation, which made no sense. Daniel's unique insights would probably give a decent hypothesis as to why this had occurred.
Daniel had been concentrating on the fossilized remains so much that when meal times came, such as now at dinner, Jack would have to push Daniel to stop and eat. He knew it was going to happen so he'd prepared himself for an argument, hoping that it wouldn't happen. But Daniel's stubborness proved him right, unfortunately. After dinner, Daniel had gone back to work, but when the light of day had gone, Jack had had to "order" Daniel to quit because Daniel was gearing up for an argument. He really did not like giving him an order, but it had to be done.
When they retired to their tent, each stripped down to t-shirts and boxers. It was early but there was nothing else to do but stargaze. Daniel usually would have been in the mood to do that but he was pissed off at Jack. He crawled inside his sleeping bag, ignoring Jack, angry with him for "..ordering him to bed like a twelve year old." He lay there fuming, then tossed and turned, unable to go to sleep. Jack lay there for a while listening to him, then after an hour, decided enough was enough. He unzipped his bag, threw it open, sat up, grabbed hold of the edges of Daniel's sleeping bag and slid him over, bag and all, right next to him. Daniel turned around to face him, the frown lines in his forehead etched deep.
"Jack, goddamn it! Leave me alone!"
"Daniel, listen to me," he said, his voice soft but firm, wrapping an arm securely around him, over the bag, pulling Daniel up to him. Daniel put his hands out, trying keeping Jack away. He heard the seriousness of Jack's tone and settled down a little bit but not by much. His eyes glared at Jack in the semi-darkness. A strong light from the planet's moon shone through the edge of the tent flap, enabling them to see the light reflected in each other's faces. When he was certain Daniel would remain where he was, Jack released his hold and put two fingers to Daniel's lips, indicating that he shouldn't interrupt.
"You know as well as I do, that you push yourself way too hard when you get excited on these projects. I promised not to bother you while you worked and I have kept that promise, yes?"
Daniel reluctantly nodded, the furrow in his brow relaxing a little.
"Now, I know that you're mad, but I did NOT treat you like a twelve year old." Daniel started to protest but Jack put his fingers to his lips once more. "Daniel, the light resources have to be used at a minimum. That means no night digging, scraping, dusting, or any other archaeological work." Daniel started to interrupt again but Jack held him off, raising his eyebrows in a gentle warning. "That means no lights for writing your notes or your reports, either. If you stayed up all night, you wouldn't have been rested for tomorrow and it would have affected your thinking ability. You know that as well as I do."
Daniel turned to lay fully on his back and sighed in a huff, but he knew Jack was right. Eventually he looked over into Jack's patiently waiting face and nodded in agreement and acceptance. Jack relaxed visibly, then lay down on his side and propped himself up on his elbow.
"I am sorry, Daniel. But please, work with me here." Jack leaned over him and brushed his cheek with the back of his hand. The touch was so loving, so tender, and so unexpected, that Daniel melted with it, his anger completely gone. His brought a hand up to hold Jack's hand against his face, then kissed the back of it. Jack pulled his hand away and cupped his face. Daniel's eyes showed him compassionate understanding and he nodded once more, letting Jack know that he was no longer mad. His expression changed then to one of surprise as Jack leaned down to kiss him and he pulled away.
"Jack, I thought--"
Jack cut off his words as he tried to kiss him again.
"Jack!" and he had to stiff-arm him to get a word or three out of his mouth. "I thought that it was against the rules to fool around on-duty."
Jack leered at him. "That's what makes it so naughty."
"Jack! I'm serious!" he said, shocked that those words just came out of Jack O'Neill's mouth. Jack gave him a careful look.
"Daniel..." and he drew his two fingers down his chin, then down along his chest, barely touching him. "Do you want to go without me touching you...." then he traced along the edge of his tee. "....for two days?" The whisper touch sent shivers through Daniel, creating goosebumps along his skin. Jack sat up, lifted Daniel's t-shirt, exposing his belly and navel. He leaned over and ran his lips teasingly over his skin....just as his hand reached over and slowly unzipped the sleeping bag completely.
Suddenly, Daniel didn't know what to do. He pushed himself up on his elbows, both wanting to be careful and just go to sleep, but also desperately wanting Jack to go lower. He raised a hand to touch Jack, but hesitated. Jack moved up Daniel's body, noticing Daniel's hand held there in mid-air. He looked up into Daniel's face, his lips hovering over his chest. "Do you want to go two days without touching me?"
Daniel ran the risks around in his head, thought things out thoroughly, and then then said:
"No."
He tossed his bag open, pulled Jack up to him and wrapped a leg around Jack's thigh, pulling him on top. His other hand gripped the back of Jack's neck.
"No," he repeated in the barest whisper, staring at Jack's lips. Jack entwined his arms around him, lifting Daniel's shirt to feel the skin of his chest, his stomach. He lowered his face to Daniel's, inching closer to his lips, then finally touched them, pressing lightly.
"Daniel...." he whispered. "Let me kiss you?" he asked in a tease.
Daniel made a small sound and pulled Jack down in a hungry, passionate kiss, thrusting his tongue deep into his mouth. Daniel felt as if he were suddenly on fire, the thrill of what they were doing...offworld...near another team...was so enticing, so dangerously erotic. His hands ran over Jack's shirt, pulling it up roughly and, breaking the kiss, he yanked it over his head. Jack matched his own passion, pulling off Daniel's t-shirt so savagely it tore at the collar. Ripping it off his neck, Jack kissed him hard, enthralled by the sound of tearing fabric. He pushed his tongue down his throat just as he pushed off his shorts. Daniel removed his shorts and as he pressed his body into Jack's, he felt tremors of lust and shock as their organs touched.
He wrapped both legs around Jack's thighs and ground against him, moaning his need, his want, through Jack's mouth, his body thrusting upward sharply. Neither wanted to stop for lube; neither wanted to stop for security. It was pure, raw desire and they didn't want to give up the moment for anything. They rubbed against each other, creating hot friction, sending shudders of pleasure through them. Hands grasped buttocks as they rode each other hard and desperate.
Daniel came first, biting down into Jack's shoulder to keep from crying out. His semen shot out, slicking between their abdomens. Jack moaned into his neck, coming right behind him, his own semen mixing with his lover's.
It was frenzied, sensual, and both of them loved it. They wound down, whispering soft and loving words before collapsing in each others' arms to fall easily asleep until early morning.
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Making sure none of SG11 were watching, Daniel walked up behind Jack, who was eating his breakfast and drinking field coffee. Daniel leaned over and whispered in his ear.
"Thank you for last night."
Jack grinned, looked around carefully, then whispered back. "Backatcha."
Daniel smiled secretively, a faint pink blushing his cheeks. He fixed his breakfast and coffee, keeping things quiet for a while.
"Danny?" Jack asked, finally breaking the silence.
"Hmmm?" and crystal clear blue eyes looked up at him over his glasses.
"Rat bastard. I hate it when you do that...unless I can react properly."
Daniel smiled so wide, the dipples in his cheeks showed. Jack found that as equally arousing. He growled, but a tiny grin was cracking the smile lines of his mouth.
"About that next lesson you were going to tell me about but never did..."
"Oh, yeah, I kind of fell asleep, didn't I?"
"Mmmm," Jack said through his coffee mug. He took a sip and swallowed. "Well?"
"Well, all I will say is that both moons are supposed to be out tonight, and I'll have to remember to bring my brush inside the tent."
"Your brush?"
It was Daniel's turn to have his nose in his coffee mug. "Mmmmm."
"It'd better not hurt."
Daniel coughed, damn near choking on his coffee. "Never, Jack. It's the soft one, not the hard one."
"Well...that's..." and he cleared his throat. "...good." He then busied himself with his breakfast. So did Daniel. It seemed that they could work each other up fairly easily now. Jack gave Daniel a look that said, "time to go to work."
So they did. Or rather, Daniel worked; Jack watched.
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Just after lunch, to which Daniel went willingly just to avoid Jack's "colonel" voice, Jack was watching Daniel when Daniel called him down into the pit and asked him to sit down next to him. The ground had dried out significantly in the sun, so it was pleasant to sit in now - although less fantasy-inducing. It was a debate in both their minds whether or not that was a good thing.
Jack moved down the long plank Daniel had placed there for him (so he wouldn't have to hop on bad knees) and sat down. Jack had yet to thank Daniel for that large piece of consideration. He would, in due time.
Daniel sat up, his feet stretched out in front of him. Jack envied his ability to do that. His own back prevented it from being comfortable for long. He sat down next to him, keeping his weapon, and anything else, out of the way.
"What's up?"
"I thought I'd take a small break and show you two of the brushes I sometimes use."
Jack gave him one of those sideways grins of his. "Oh yeah?"
Daniel smiled coyly. "Yeah." He cleared his throat, a more serious look coming over his features. "I have most of my work done already. They'd already done most of the excavating so there wasn't much for me to do in that area anyway. My regular brushes are loaned out to Sgt. Matheson as he's currently awaiting his new ones. The brushes in his own set are too frayed now. They're useless. I do, however, have these," and he held up two funny looking brushes, both obviously for very fine work. One looked vaguely familiar.
"So, if Matheson has your brush set, where did you get the two brushes to use here?"
"Cpt. Carmichael, she was recently assigned as second to SG5. She has additional doctorates in forensics and criminology."
"Yeah, I'm aware of that. So...ah, that's why that looks familiar," he said, pointing to the long and many-bristled black brush. "You planning on fingerprinting the fossils, Daniel?" He smirked grandly.
Daniel twisted his mouth, trying not to laugh. "Very funny. Oddly enough, this brush helps clear away fine particles. The hairs of the brush are long enough. She didn't mind me damaging it for this project. She's getting new ones later."
"Her job doesn't exactly require forensics or criminology."
"Not yet."
Jack's eyebrows raised. "Know something we don't?"
"No. It's just that with our line of work, we should be prepared for everything."
"Gotcha," Jack said, nodding. "So, what'd you want to show me?"
"Well, this is the rougher brush," and he held up a slightly stiffer blonde brush and took Jack's wrist. He pushed the sleeve up and moved the hairs of the brush over his arm in a swirling pattern. Jack tried to pull his arm away but Daniel held it firmly.
"That tickles, dammit." His other hand came over and pushed the brush away, rubbing on his skin.
"Did it hurt?"
"No."
"Good. It wasn't supposed to. Now, this one..." and he moved the black brush daintily over Jack's arm.
Jack frowned, not sure if it was supposed to tickle or not. It felt...weird...but strangely okay. Daniel noticed the expression and knew what it meant. He smiled coyly again.
"That is a brush that is used not only for fingerprinting, Jack, but also works amazingly well in frottage work, too."
Jack grinned slyly. "Ahhh, so that's where this is going? Lesson time?"
Daniel snorted. "Sort of...but I wish it were lesson time right now. This is...well, you're the one who suggested I teach a class in the field so..."
Jack's eyebrows raised. "There's nothing here to use, Daniel. No markings, writings, anything."
"Well, that we've been able to find yet, and besides, this isn't my assignment. It's for SG11 to find."
Jack noted the disappointment in his voice. He tapped the brush handle in Daniel's hand. "So, this is used....how?"
Daniel looked at him, appreciating the gesture, and smiled coyly. "Later, Jack. After I give you a massage when we go to bed."
Jack's attention was caught like a deer in headlights. "Massage? Really?"
Daniel snorted again. "Yes...really. Jesus, Jack, you're so predictable."
"Where massages are concerned, oh yeahsureyoubetcha."
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"Mmmmm, that feels great."
After everyone had retired, including Jack and Daniel in their own little section of the camp, Daniel did as promised and had Jack lie down, naked, on his stomach. He'd pulled out some oil he'd gotten from Teal'c and had secretly stashed in his field pack. Jack smelled the slightly honeyed scent and Daniel told him what it was. Jack had lain down to accept that explanation (he'd ask the why's and who's later) and was currently reaping the rewards of his acceptance.
Daniel's hands were strong and adept at massage, taking out all of the tension and knots in Jack's neck, shoulders, back, and arms. He worked briefly on his buttocks, giving Jack an automatic erection, and was now currently working on the back of his legs. Jack grunted at the pressure put on the back of his right knee.
"I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"
"It's going to hurt no matter what, Daniel. Just ignore me. If you cause me too much pain, I'll let you know."
"Okay. Promise?"
"Promise." Jack groaned again, but settled into the massage as Daniel slowly worked the muscles.
"Turn over." Jack did, and Daniel sat at his feet and lifted a foot into his lap and started to work on it. Jack let out a long, sensuous groan.
"My God, Daniel, you are goooood at that," Jack mumbled, his eyes closed.
"Thanks," was all he said, managing to blush. It was one thing to get compliments during sex, but during massages, well, massaging feet anyway, he'd never had much chance to do anyone's feet except Sam and Janets'. They looooved it and told him so. He just didn't expect this reaction from Jack, and he really didn't know why. He worked on the heel and ankle, then the arch and top of the foot, then the toes, working outward. He changed feet and watched Jack's reactions in the moonlight.
Wearing his boxers, he didn't have to worry - well, too much - about the incidental sexual contact as he straddled Jack's hips to work on his chest muscles. Jack's chest felt wonderful as he applied the light oil, massaging the pectorals, moving down the sternum, rubbing along his ribs.
Jack watched Daniel's face, filled with concentration. Daniel's hands seemed to work more sensuously now, but only because he was working on a more sensuous part of his body. Jack let himself flow into the movements of Daniel's erotic touch.
Daniel reached his stomach, smoothly caressing instead of massaging, then made his way down to his hips. He worked around his groin, staying away from his erection, which had gone down a bit, but not by much. He moved backward, kneeling beside Jack's legs now as started the massage up again on his thighs, moving slowly and working with tender skill. His hands merely smoothed over his knees and moved down to his shins. His massage was slow and methodical and Jack wondered if Daniel was even getting off on it. He couldn't see from his position if Daniel was hard or not. Having those shorts on didn't help, either. From his viewpoint, anyway.
Daniel reached over and grabbed his feather-soft brush. He moved back up next to Jack's hips and "dusted" it over his abdomen, making Jack shiver as his eyes caught his.
"There's a subtle art to using this brush. I could use powder, but that would be too messy for the field so I think I'll skip it," and Jack saw the twinkle in his eye, then watched as Daniel bit at his lip. He knew then that Daniel was kidding. Good thing too. Daniel went on. "Besides, I think you'll get a good idea simply by feeling it's touch."
Daniel's voice was soft and lulling. Jack found himself transfixed. Daniel moved the brush in very light swirls up to his chest. His skin already felt alive after that oil massage, and the brush seemed to electrify every nerve. When it passed over his already erect nipples, they seemed to get even harder. He breathed out a quiet moan, trying not to make too much noise, as he realized that his voice could carry a great deal. He didn't want SG11 getting information about the two of them, even if they had also retired to their tents several yards away.
Daniel moved the brush down, down, and Jack held his breath as the bristles touched his cock. He inhaled sharply, his eyes going wide. He caught Daniel's wrist and Daniel switched the brush to his left hand. He moved the brush once again over his cock, swirling up and down the shaft. Jack made to grab his other wrist, but Daniel pulled back, putting his hand out of reach.
"It didn't hurt did it?" he asked, his eyes serious, though surprised.
Jack thought about it. It didn't hurt. But it was very acutely sensitive. He shook his head. Daniel reached down and swirled the bristles against his balls. It was different and it definitely created some kind of feeling that wasn't painful....exactly. Jack spread his legs as he closed his eyes and moaned at the touch of the brush, his grip on Daniel's right wrist remaining. Daniel moved the brush again, and again, travelling from the testes to the shaft, then very, very lightly over the head of his dick. Jack was impossibly hard now, his nerves literally vibrating.
When Daniel started in again, moving along his inner thighs, Jack sat up, reached out, and snapped up the hand that held the offending - but delightful - brush.
"Stop, Daniel. It's too much. You'll make me scream without meaning to and I can't let us get caught."
"Okay. But..."
"But?"
"You liked it?"
Jack growled softly and pulled Daniel down on top of him. "I loved it and I want more, but of you, not the brush."
"How much more?" Daniel asked, his eyes almost completely black.
Jack looked down at his crotch and saw that Daniel's erection was straining against his boxers. He brushed the back of a finger against him, making Daniel gasp.
"I want to suck you so much..." Jack said, continuing to lightly rub along the cloth covered shaft as he purposely ran the tip of his tongue along his upper lip. "But that'll make you scream, so for now, I want..." and he slipped Daniel's boxers over his hips.
"I want my mouth on you, too," Daniel told him as he stood up and stepped out of his boxers. When he kneeled back down, he had the strongest look of lust Jack had ever seen on his face. Daniel took Jack's hands in his as he laid himself on top of him, luxuriating in the feel of Jack's well-oiled skin.
"But since I can't swirl my tongue over your hard cock and swallow you down my throat, I want you inside me and I want to bury myself inside you," he whispered, moving his groin suggestively, rubbing his cock against Jack's. Jack hissed and was quickly engulfed in a deep, smoldering kiss. Daniel pressed his hands down to either side of Jack's face, Jack's fingers firmly twined in his own. His tongue dueled with Jack's, then he pulled away, gasping. He let go of Jack's hands and pushed himself up.
"Turn over," Daniel said huskily.
Jack did. He wanted this so much he thought he would burst. He hissed again as he felt fingers spreading more oil at his tight entrance, then Daniel slipped two fingers inside, moving in and out lazily. He suddenly twisted his fingers, and Jack clutched at the sleeping bag, the muscles in his shoulders and back rippling with new tension.
He felt Daniel's fingers leave his body and Daniel's weight coming down over him as hands spread his legs wide open. Delicious pressure then as Daniel's cock smoothly entered him. Without waiting too long, Daniel started to move his dick in and out of him in short, controlled strokes. Jack let himself relish the feel, the want, the lust.
Daniel couldn't wait, the strong desire of wanting Jack overwhelming. He started to pump faster, harder. Wordlessly, his thrusting increased, the pleasure building up as his balls tightened quickly. A tiny moan escaped him as he kissed along Jack's neck, then he whispered into his ear.
"I'm going to come, and when I do, I want you to turn me over and fuck me, hard and fast. Can you do that for me?" Daniel's voice was harsh, husky.
"Yes," Jack somehow managed to answer him and Daniel began to hit his sweet spot as he altered his position and slammed inside him.
Soft mewling cries escaped Daniel's throat as he nipped and kissed his back, then Daniel's body went rigid, making Jack bite down into the sleeping bag as his semen hit his prostate. The sensation was almost too much for Jack to hold back his orgasm, but he was somehow able to. When he felt Daniel's body begin to tremor in aftermath, he pulled away, groaning at the loss of his heated flesh inside him.
Daniel slumped down in his place and Jack grabbed the oil pot and quickly prepared himself. Without warning, Daniel felt him enter, and that was just what he wanted. Jack didn't wait, either, taking Daniel's word that he wanted it this way. He started to fuck him slowly at first, then his thrusts sped up and soon he was slamming into his body as Daniel thrashed in pleasure below him. Jack angled his thrusts and it was Daniel's turn to bite viciously into the sleeping bag and clamp his fingers down into the soft material.
"Oh yes!" his muffled voice cried out in a hoarse whisper. "Fuck me!"
Jack complied, sliding his hands underneath Daniel's shoulders to hold him. He was almost there. Daniel's body moved with him as he rammed himself into him, then Jack felt the heat, the power, and he was soon coming hard and long inside him. Daniel's muffled sounds increased when Jack's hot semen hit his gland. Jack continued to thrust until he felt his orgasm subsiding and, shaking, he laid down on top of his lover, spent and sated. Daniel's body still quaked a bit and he waited before pulling out of him.
A little while later, he felt Daniel stirring underneath him and he brought himself out of his post-coital languor. He pulled out of Daniel, hoping he hadn't hurt him, but Daniel gave no indication that he had. He relaxed a little, but only a little until he had Daniel spooned in front of him as he lay down on his side.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Yes, Jack. Tha' was magnificcccent.."
Daniel was slurring his words, which meant he would be sleeping soon. It also meant he was fine, and well-fucked thank you. Jack had learned to identify those sounds quickly. He reached over and pulled Daniel's bag over them as a blanket.
"I love you, Danny. Do you know that?"
"Yesss, J'ck. Love ya b'ck." Daniel couldn't stay awake much longer, feeling so completely sated that he didn't think a battalion of jaffa could rouse him.
Oddly enough, Jack felt the same thing as he drifted off soon after.
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It was predawn. The moons were just setting and a tinge of dark blue light filled the sky. Daniel woke up and realized two uncomfortable things. One, he had to piss like mad, and two, he had a raging hard on to accompany it. There was nothing worse than trying to take a piss with a hard on.
He turned to look at Jack and found him lying dead asleep on his back. Usually when Daniel woke, so did Jack, but this time, Jack seemed to be out like the proverbial light.
He snuck quietly out of the tent, peeking around and seeing nothing yet. He tried to take a quick piss but it was taking too long to get his erection to go down, so he'd just had to will himself to go, despite his 'inconvenience'. Finally...finally, he was relieved, and he slipped back into the tent and lay back down. He tried to go to sleep for a small nap, but his arousal wouldn't let him, so he decided to just lay there and listen to the strange animal life of the planet just waking up. He thought about taking care of this arousal himself instead of willing it to go away. As he reached underneath to take hold of his dick, he felt Jack twitch next to him.
Daniel turned on his side to look at him, making sure Jack wasn't having a nightmare. He didn't have them as often now, but boy, when he did... Daniel watched him carefully, looking at his face. Jack's breathing was a little faster, but not by much. He was definitely dreaming, there was no doubt about that, but he was not having a nightmare. As Daniel watched him, he became more and more curious. A slight sheen appeared on Jack's brow, and he began mumbling something. Then Daniel saw something move under the sleeping bag cover and he pulled it back. Jack was fondling himself in his sleep. A mischievous leer spread over Daniel's face just then.
He pulled the top of the bag off Jack's body, then reached over and grabbed the oil pot. He coated himself quickly, then placed a good deal more in his hand and, while Jack stroked himself lazily, he reached under and lubed his entrance liberally. Jack didn't stir...much, and he didn't even wake. Daniel's idea was making him throb in anticipation and lust. He told himself not to hesitate, or the surprise would be lost. He slowly spread Jack's thighs as wide as he could, then gingerly got up and knelt between his legs. Grabbing hold of his dick, he pulled up one of Jack's thighs and waited. Jack still did not stir, but his hand had stopped stroking his cock. When he started again, Daniel pressed his dick against his anus and pushed. Jack moaned and pulled his legs up in reaction. He hadn't opened his eyes yet, but Daniel knew he was beginning to wake. He had to try and make this as good for Jack as it had been for him.
Daniel lay down over him, raising a leg around his waist. He pushed in further, getting another moan in response. Jack's eyes flew all the way open, wide in shock and surprise. When he did, Daniel pushed all the way in, watching Jack's face.
"Dan--" Jack started to say but Daniel shut him up with a passionate kiss. He pushed harder, burying himself deep, and felt Jack's hands slide down to his waist. With one hand he began to stroke himself, and with the other, he caressed his skin. Jack's tongue finally coiled with his own, relishing the feel of Daniel's cock waking him up completely. Jack protested in a harsh groan as Daniel pulled his mouth away, breaking their heated kiss, and began to whisper against his lips, staring intensely into his eyes. Jack noted the almost black irises.
"We're in your office, Jack. We have to be in the gear up room in ten minutes but I've been wanting you so much all day that I can't help it and I have to have you. I've thrown you against the door, pinning you there, face first, and I've pushed your pants down around your ankles...my hands are wrapped around your chest, holding on to you so tightly and before you can say anything, I'm inside you, feeling you, fucking you..." and Daniel began to thrust very slowly, just as Jack had done those few mornings ago. He started to kiss along his neck, his jaw, nipping, grazing with his teeth, barely biting. He licked just under his chin, giving Jack a pleasured shiver.
"I've pinned your hands to the wall, Jack, and I hear you moaning nice, filthy words to me as I fuck you so slowly..." and he nipped a little roughly at his neck, moving to an ear. "You're so hot and tight, Jack, and I can hear others out in the hallway, passing by your office, having no idea that SG1's archaeologist is giving it to his best friend...." and Daniel thrust a little harder just as Jack lifted his legs and locked his ankles over the small of his back. Daniel tried very hard not to moan and had to bite down on Jack's shoulder, laving and sucking to ease the sudden pain. Jack bit his neck in response to the roughness, but also to keep himself from calling out.
"Suddenly, there's a knock at your door, and we hear Sam and Teal'c. I thrust harder, faster, fucking you with everything I have, knowing they'll soon try to find a way in, interrupting us....and I can't have that....I need you to come for me....I need you to make me come...." and he ground his hips, fucking Jack so hard he started to move up the bedding. Jack latched onto his shoulder with his mouth, trying not to cry out.
Daniel couldn't speak again for fear he'd cry out or scream, and suddenly he was coming inside him, hard; so beautifully hard. Jack lifted his ass and thrust upward in return, feeling his gland being hit by Daniel's semen. He turned his head and brought his hand to his mouth to cover the scream that threatened to release from his throat. Daniel heard the small, desperate sound from Jack's throat, shoved Jack's hand away and brought his lips down over his, sucking Jack's tongue into his mouth and biting down. Jack moaned uncontrollably into Daniel's mouth as he came....and came.
When his tremors started to subside a little, Jack wrapped his arms around Daniel so tightly, Daniel thought he'd crack a rib. Jack turned them over and kissed the life out of him...or very nearly. Instead, he made Daniel gasp for air as he pulled away from the kiss at last.
"By God, Daniel...where'd you get that idea?" he whispered faintly, breathless and recovering.
"From you, actually. Was it okay?" Daniel gasped, concerned now that he'd gone too far.
"Was it okay?" Jack asked, incredulous, though his voice was still quiet. "Remind me to explain just how okay that was when we get home."
"You sure you'll have time?" he asked cagily.
"Plenty of time, Daniel. Plenty of time."
. .
After they had risen later that morning, the two of them were sore as hell, but they wore filthy, filthy grins on their faces. Sharing a silent breakfast, they merely gazed at each other periodically, knowing that if they spoke, their words might be carried to SG11.
After breakfast, Daniel started to write. By mid-morning he was finished and he went over to tell Sgt. Matheson something, as the others of SG11 looked over at him and nodded.
When Daniel came back, he started to pack up his things.
"Daniel?"
"We're done here, Jack. Let's go home."
"You sure?" he asked, not minding one bit as he started to pack up their things, and take down the tent.
"Yes, Jack. I’m sure." Jack then noticed the edge in his voice. He looked over at him as Daniel repacked his field pack. He had a very serious, but flushed look on his face. Jack raised his eyebrows at him in question. "I've made all the notes I'm going to. Everything else I can do at home."
"You usually like to stay for a while, Daniel. Why go home if you're not completely done?"
Daniel hesitated, finishing with the pack and starting on the supply sack. He looked sidelong over at Jack and then spoke in a hushed, secretive tone.
"Because, if I have a choice, and I do, there's no way in hell I'm spending another quiet night with you," then he grinned just as Jack's lips started to curve upward into a smug smile. "You have one hell of an effect on me, Colonel O'Neill, and if I can manage it, I want to hear both of us screaming down the walls of wherever we are. We can't have sex on missions anymore unless we're completely alone." Then Daniel stepped up and stood very close to him, his eyes averted. Then he looked up at Jack, over the top of his glasses, through his lashes, seeing the sparkle behind Jack's eyes as he did so. "When I make you come, I want to hear you scream. When you make me come, I want to let you know how much you've pleased me. Last night proved to me that I can't take being silent with you."
Jack smiled and nodded. With Daniel's massive ability to talk up a blue streak, he wasn't surprised.
~
Jack and Daniel sat across from each other in the infirmary. Both had undressed down to their boxers, with their hands clasped between their knees, anxiously waiting for Janet to come in and give them their clean bill of health. Problem was, the military definition of "clean bill" didn't include bite marks. Jack had drawn the curtain around both beds, hiding the both of them from any curious viewers.
Jack's expression was one of guilt and embarrassment. As he looked up at Daniel, he noticed that he wore the same expression. Jack cleared his throat.
"Um, Daniel?"
"Yeah?"
"I agree with you about the offworld thing...um...." and he pointed to the red marks over his right collarbone. Daniel blushed bright red, then nodded, pointing silently to his own collarbone.
Jack blushed as well. "I'm sorry about that."
"Yeah, me too."
"You know we can never..."
"Yeah..."
"Yeah..."
The two sighed heavily. Just then Janet pulled the curtain back. "Okay, gentlemen, care to explain why the curtain is closed here?"
Jack got up quickly and closed it behind her. She gazed up into his face, studying him, then her eyes moved down and caught the red mark that was a clear indication of a bite. Her eyebrows rose to the roof. She looked over at Daniel, who turned his head to look elsewhere, finding the machinery against the wall suddenly fascinating. Janet saw similar bite marks on him as well. She cleared her throat, gathered her professional decorum, and failed. Sitting down on the wheeled stool, she stared at the two of them, then indicated for Jack to sit down next to Daniel.
In a very soft voice and with the hint of a teasing smile, she asked, "So, Colonel, Daniel...in the strictest confidence, is there anything else you want to tell me?"
Oh crap.
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