The argument started in the cafeteria.
By the time Jack and Daniel reached the lift, they were gearing up to have another one of their infamous yelling matches. Those waiting for the lift were beginning to rethink going anywhere for the next ten minutes, but they braved the uneasiness as they entered the lift with the fighting duo.
"No, Jack. I already told you this once and if you weren't being so bullheaded, you'd have heard me the first goddamn time."
"You obviously have learning problems, Daniel, because I distinctly remember telling you that storytelling in your report is not applicable and just wastes time."
The four airmen and two civilians in the lift were starting to shift on their feet, seemingly wondering just what to do to break up this argument.
"It's NOT storytelling, and I'm telling you it is applicable, and relevant, and if you'd just let it permeate that stubborn brain of yours, you'd see that."
"And if you'd only understand that that stuff has no place in a report, you'd be able to grasp the most simplest of concepts."
"Oh, that's rich coming from someone who can't even grasp basic math."
Ouch. It was getting personal now. The observers saw Daniel's eyes flash and realized that his words were no longer debating and instead, were becoming personal...and they waited, with dread, for the rebound from the 2IC.
"I fly jets, Daniel. Math is a prerequisite."
"You used to fly jets. Now you fly through wormholes. Hardly the same."
"Well, your grasp of simple military procedure seems to indicate that you have a learning and reading disability. It's a wonder you can get anything done in that biological hazard you call an office."
Uh oh. Jack's eyes were now noted to be flashing.
"My abilities are just fine, thank you. Apparently better than yours. And your office, or more to the point, your desk has so much crap on it, I'm surprised you're able to get through the personnel evaluations and find that computer you pretend doesn't exist."
The observers puzzled over the fact that Jack seemed to ignore all of what Daniel said except for the computer reference.
"At least I'm not glued to the computer like you are. Do you even know what color the sky is anymore? When's the last time you went outside when it wasn't night time?"
Daniel evaded the question. "At least I know how to use my computer."
"You should, you've practically got it nailed to your ass."
Daniel looked down in exaggerated movements. "That's funny. I don't see it anywhere. Maybe you need glasses."
"It's no longer nailed to your ass, Daniel. It's probably shoved up it instead."
A few throat clearings as the lift stopped on the 18th floor. Daniel started to get out but Jack grabbed his arm and held him back.
"We're finishing this in my office."
"No, I'm going to my biological experiment of an office and you're going to that rat-infested doghouse you call yours," and he tried to get out but Jack wouldn't let him go.
"You're holding people up, Daniel. To my office. Now!"
The doors closed suddenly and Daniel reached out and punched the button for 18. "Like hell I am."
"You are."
"I'm not."
The elevator stopped on 19 and the two civilians quickly left.
"You are," Jack repeated, his arms folded over his chest in defiance, just as Daniel's were. They were now on opposite ends of the lift car, with the airmen in the middle.
"I'm not, and if you think I'm going into that rat trap of an office, you can forget it."
"Rat trap? I thought you said 'rat infested'. Make up your mind."
"One infers the other. Either way, rats are involved and I'm looking at one."
The airmen shifted again and when the lift stopped at 22, two of them hastily left. The two remaining shifted their feet even more through the deadly silence. Just as the lift stopped at 25, they made a quick getaway just as two puzzled airmen got on. They missed the warning glances.
"You are going to my office, Daniel, and you are going to rewrite that report if I have to stand over you the whole night."
"Puh-leeze, Jack. That intimidation crap doesn't work. You don't scare me and I can take you on anytime."
The lift stopped at level 27 and the airmen anxiously left between the four people waiting to get into the lift. Level 27 was also Jack's floor but Jack and Daniel weren't getting out, and were in fact, holding things up. Jack grabbed Daniel's arm.
"My office," and he took a step. Daniel abruptly twisted his arm out of Jack's grasp.
"Like hell, Colonel. My office," and he repunched the button for level 18. The people who were waiting were suddenly faced with an angry glare from the 2IC as the man held his hand up to indicate that they wait and then stepped back inside the lift.
"Wait for the next one. This is going out of earshot!"
The doors closed, then Jack took out his keys to the facility and overrode the elevator controls as he turned the round key in the slot and hit the red stop button. He turned to face Daniel, who stood glaring at him, his arms at his sides.
"Now, as I was saying, we're getting off--"
"Yes, we are," Daniel growled at him suddenly and shoved Jack up against the wall and kissed him, hard, hungry. His body pressed firmly against Jack's while his hands roamed up and down Jack's thighs and around to his ass.
Jack was surprised to say the least. During the 'assault', he tried to ask what the hell was going on, even if it was obvious. But this was something that never - well, almost never - came from Daniel.
"Figure it out," Daniel spoke over his lips and plunged his tongue back into Jack's mouth.
Jack tried to talk with his mouthful. "Daniel, the camera--" as he looked above him.
"No camera," Daniel said quickly and kissed him again as he began to rub his groin, and very hard erection, into Jack's as his hands clamped down onto Jack's firm ass.
Jack tried again, and this time pushed Daniel roughly away, hoping he'd push him to the other side of the car but Daniel only pulled Jack with him. His back against the wall, he held Jack to him and brought a calf around Jack's to hold him as his hips continued to move very suggestively.
And very arousingly.
"You know you want to, Jack," Daniel said as he thrust his tongue down Jack's throat.
Jack was harder than he had been the day before when Daniel pulled this on him in the truck. He gave in to the torrential flood of feelings and in seconds his pants were undone and Daniel's hand was around his dick, stroking feverishly. He moaned as Daniel touched him, and moaned again as Daniel dropped his pants. Their cocks clashed, rubbed, and slid together, then Daniel caught his attention and turned around to face the wall. Jack froze, faced with Daniel's ass...and no lube.
"No lube..." he rambled as he was simultaneously faced with getting off and a potential problem.
"No need..." Daniel growled again. "Now shut up and fuck me."
Jack groaned. "You mean, when you went to the bathroom at lunch?"
"Yes," Daniel whispered harshly, positioning Jack's cock for him, which he was doing blindly as Jack wasted time thinking.
"And you started the argument because..."
"Yes, dammit, now stop thinking and fuck me.'
Jack found that ironic, then stopped thinking as Daniel pushed back and the head of Jack's cock slipped past the tight ring of muscle.
"Oh my God, Daniel," Jack exclaimed as he found Daniel well lubricated.
"Oh yeah, now fuck me!" Daniel hissed at him.
Jack found it such a turn on that he didn't even wait and simply held Daniel's hips and fucked him, hard and fast.
"God, yes, Jack! That's it. Oh God!"
"You fucking love this, don't you?" Jack panted as he pumped faster and faster.
"Oh yeah, and so do you."
"You are so kinky, Daniel."
"You have no idea, Jack. But you will," Daniel threatened as he braced himself against the wall, his body vibrating with the need Jack brought out in him.
"Oh?" Jack asked, breathless, as he thought of the possibilities that flirted with his mind while he wallowed in Daniel's tight, moist heat. "Tell me," and he thrust hard, getting a satisfied groan from Daniel.
"Bondage," Daniel gasped, his eyes closing, letting himself go just a little. Just a little.
"Oh yeah." Jack thrust harder as the image of Daniel tied and gagged to his bed came into his head.
"Cock rings."
Jack began to slam into him. "God, yes!" came from the both of them.
"Dildos," Daniel gasped.
"Oh Jesus!"
Jack pounded ruthlessly now.
"Give it to me, Jack!" Daniel whispered heatedly.
"God, Daniel!!" Jack crowed hoarsely as he ground against Daniel's ass and came deep inside him. He continued to fuck him but his thrusts slowed, then stopped. He pulled out gently, but buttoned up quickly. As he watched Daniel carefully do the same, he realized that he hadn't heard or felt Daniel come.
"Daniel?"
"You're office, Jack...now!"
Flushed and looking as if it were from their angry emotions, Jack opened the doors and pushed Daniel out of the lift. The push was also exaggerated by Daniel's acting, and he walked with difficulty to Jack's office, appearing as if he didn't want to go there. The effect was perfectly timed.
When Jack's office door closed, he shoved Daniel against it, and underneath the camera. Daniel had his pants opened again and gawked in surprise as Jack dropped to his knees. Daniel didn't expect that and gasped harsh and loud as Jack took him into his mouth, sucking furiously without finesse or subtilty. His goal was to get Daniel off as soon as possible.
The heat and tightening around his cock from Jack's hand and mouth soon had Daniel out of control, begging to get off, as he tried to find hand holds around the bulkhead door.
"Jack, goddamn it, make me come!"
A deep rumble of smug laughter seemed to come from Jack's throat, but it was definite in his eyes as Daniel stared down into his face. Jack suddenly gripped his ass in his hands and took his cock down his throat. Daniel's mouth opened in a silent cry of expelled air as Jack moved his cock in and out and the sight of it was what did it. Jack saw it, knew that Daniel was ready and he sucked his cheeks in, bringing Daniel exquisite pleasure. Daniel gasped again, crying out small noises then as his fingers clamped down in Jack's hair as he came and came.
When Daniel was able to remember what time it was, much less what day it was, he was met by a smug grin and a long, deep kiss.
"You always get such nasty ideas, Daniel?"
Daniel smiled, still a bit out of breath. "Inspiration. I have a really good one for a closet on level 14."
Jack groaned. "You're going to be the death of me."
"And you, me."
"Now, what were you saying about my office?" Jack asked, his brow raising in mock-argument.
"Oh, nothing, Jack. Except I like it."
Jack sniggered, then saw an evil glint in Daniel's eyes.
"Daniel?" he asked, hesitant.
"I also looove your desk."
Jack groaned again. "No, Daniel."
Daniel just gave Jack that sweet, sweet smile, mixed with a very lustful look in his eyes. A combination Jack had been finding himself unable to resist in the last three weeks of their new relationship.
"Oh, for cryin' out loud. You really are trying to kill me."
"But what a way go, eh Jack?" Daniel asked as he kissed him underneath, and out of sight, of the camera.
~ fin ~