It was nearly 11:30 p.m. on Friday and SG-1 had the weekend off for downtime. Except Daniel hadn't taken the downtime like he had been expected to. Instead, he'd buried himself in his work, as he always had. It wasn't that he didn't have other things to do, or a private life that didn't revolve around the people he loved, namely Jack, Sam, Janet, and Teal'c. He certainly did have a private life, outside of the SGC, where he could be himself--not solely the linguist or the archaeologist who'd opened the gate. He had his wants and needs which he, unfortunately, had to keep secret. Homosexuality, after all, was not the accepted norm.
Daniel tried not to indulge too much in the secret side of his life, but when he had to have a break or needed the edge taken off the stress, he allowed himself to get lost in what he preferred to call his 'distractions'. There were two kinds. The first was the more tangible, if a bit more dangerous. Sex. Because of the dangers inherent in a homophobic atmosphere, Daniel had to be careful who and when to take up the offers he received almost on a weekly basis. Offers came from guys in the other teams, and sometimes, from normal base personnel. The team member offers were the more...interesting. Sex was mostly limited--in the way that it rarely supplied a bed for comfort--but nonetheless satisfying. The places he went to were also out of the prying eyes of the security forces. He may be reckless sometimes, but he was definitely not stupid.
The second kind of 'distraction' was Daniel's safer route--as well as satisfying a kink he'd developed since his time on Abydos. Voyeurism. One had to be careful, though. The 'watching' places had to be as secure as he could make them, but still supply the thrill. They also had to be private enough so that he wouldn't be discovered. If he wished to jack off as he indulged himself in watching, it wouldn't do to get caught.
Unfortunately, that Friday night was one night when Daniel hadn't taken up on the offers he'd received earlier in the week. And he hadn't had the chance to go roaming, either. Problem was, Daniel needed something. He was on edge. Since he wasn't in the mood to go home, or off base to the clubs he rarely frequented, he'd decided to finish up his latest archaeological brief instead. Besides, it was the latest Goa'uld dialect and it had been driving him crazy. He was finally making some headway with it, too.
The last ten minutes, however, had found his concentration waning. The edginess was climbing and he'd been irritable since returning from SG-1's latest mission. He'd been trying to ignore it, and had succeeded in doing just that, for the most part, but as the day had passed into evening, the edginess was catching up and Daniel knew the reason. One very frustrating Colonel named Jack O'Neill.
On their last mission, they'd met up a pretty young village woman, one who had taken to flirting with Jack. Outrageously.
Jack had let her, too, damn him, and had even flirted back. Normally, not a problem. Jack was a man who liked pretty women, but coinciding with that flirtation was a rudeness Daniel found not just aggravating, but mystifying. It seemed that Jack had gone out of his way to be rude. To Daniel. It wasn't as if Daniel had been annoying Jack with unsolicited information--something Daniel *knew* Jack hated and periodically did on purpose anyway.
Daniel still didn't know why Jack had behaved the way he had, but what was almost as bad was that Daniel had let Jack get to him. He should have known better, of course. Maybe he needed a vacation, or more than likely, he needed to get fucked -- really, really hard.
Things between himself and Jack were fine now, more or less. But the angry feelings hadn't left him and Daniel couldn't help going back over the entire day, trying to find a reason for Jack's inexplicable behavior.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, remembering with embarrassment how he'd reacted to Jack's flirtation, to his own response to it. The pretty young woman, a blonde with large breasts, had been serving them food and drink. Whenever she'd served Jack, she'd brushed up against him with either her breasts or her body. It was, in no way, accidental. It didn't happen to himself or Teal'c. Only to Jack. When they'd gotten up from the table to walk around the village perimeter, she'd offered to 'show him around'.
Daniel remembered making a noise of disgust, gaining a scowl from Jack in return. Jack had taken the blonde up on her 'kind' offer. Now, being honest, Daniel didn't blame Jack one bit for enjoying the attentions of a pretty young woman. It was nice to see him get the attention for once. Daniel would have happily ignored it all--if it just hadn't been for the rude behavior.
Daniel had tried to give Jack updates on his work, and nearly every single time, he'd either been ignored or cut off mid-sentence. "Yeah, whatever," was Jack's oft-heard response.
By the time Daniel had nearly finished taping what he needed of the village's ancient temple, he'd been in a foul mood. And Jack had chosen that time, of all times, to be the Colonel and give him the time of day. While Jack's words had been typically short and to the point, Daniel had been in no mood to listen.
"Daniel, are you going to be finished recording soon?"
"Why? Do you need more time for a bit of hay-rolling?" he'd snapped at Jack. He had still been recording, not looking in Jack's direction.
"What the hell's your problem?" Jack had snapped back.
"Your pretending to be ignorant is getting tiresome."
"Yeah, well your pissy behavior is getting on my nerves."
"Hey, I haven't been pissy until now, and I wouldn't be pissed off if you hadn't ignored me and gone all native with the...native."
"'Scuse me?"
"Nevermind, forget it."
Jack's sarcasm appeared, making things worse. "I'm sorry, Daniel. Have I stepped on your toes?"
"What?" Daniel had said, whirling around to face the man.
"You normally get the attention, and for once, you're not, so you're being pissy about it."
"It's at your goddamn rude behavior, not..." He'd gestured in the direction of the village, for some reason not able to remember whatever the blonde's name had been. And he somehow didn't think Jack did, either.
"You're pissy because I got the attention this time."
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are."
"No, I'm not!"
Sam and Teal'c had broken up the argument at that point, having had enough of it. A minute later, Sam had remained in the temple with Daniel while Jack had stormed off with Teal'c.
"Daniel, even if you're right about how the Colonel's been acting, you have to admit that you're not helping."
"Excuse me?" He'd gotten ticked off at her too, for not defending him, and had slipped into a Britishism he'd learned studying at Oxford, telling her to 'bugger off'. When he'd seen the angry, hurt look on her face, he'd quickly apologized and made up an excuse about having the beginnings of one of his migraines. She'd bought it.
It had almost been the truth. He'd had a headache, but it hadn't been that bad. Since he'd had to find a way to excuse his own anger, the lie had been the fastest thing he could come up with. Later, during the debriefing, Daniel had elaborated on that lie, affecting the wincing and blinking that he went through at the beginnings of those migraines. His team mates had bought it, too, including Jack.
Daniel remembered the locker room scenes more vividly than the planet...and probably because Jack had been without all or part of his clothes. Talk about your distractions. Daniel had headed straight for a hot shower after the debriefing, trying to will away the stress in his neck.
Jack, being the annoying prick he was, just had to join him, entering the cubicle next to him. "You feeling okay?" he'd asked, a hint of some mysterious amusement in his voice that had only added to Daniel's anger. That time, Daniel had kept it under control.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he had muttered.
"You don't sound fine. You wanna talk about it over beer and pizza?"
"No, thank you."
"But it's Friday. Time to relax. Come on, you know you want to."
He'd sighed loudly, making sure Jack had heard it. "I'm still pissed off at you, Jack. I don't feel like relaxing or talking."
"What'd I do?" Jack had asked.
"Don't play dumb. You know what."
"No, I don't."
Jack had been baiting him, and rather than try and find out why, Daniel had turned his shower off, wrapped the towel around him and had gone back to his locker. Jack pushed it, following him, pretending ignorance all the while, until he had driven Daniel, dressed but damp, from the locker room.
Daniel had quickly sought out the refuge of his office, locking the electronic door from the inside, thereby making sure Jack couldn't just traipse on in. Besides, locking the door was as much for Jack's safety as it was for Daniel's freedom. Not just to keep from killing the man, but to keep from showing him something Daniel needed to hide: his badly timed reaction to Jack's nude proximity.
It was bad enough that Jack seemed to enjoy making him angry, and that time was no exception. He didn't succeed at it too often because Daniel wouldn't give Jack the satisfaction, but that day had been one of those times. What he would never admit to Jack in a billion years was that he didn't mind Jack's baiting most of the time. It was a bizarre little game that they played and the reason was that Daniel liked the attention. Since he couldn't have Jack as anything other than a friend, then he'd take what attention he could. But sometimes Jack went too far.
Like today. Now, here he was, a living reaction to Jack's contradictory behavior. First ignoring him, then not leaving him alone. Hiding out in his office, late at night, during his downtime, and perhaps he wasn't going to get laid because of this bullshit and that only made Daniel more pissed off.
He sighed, knowing he needed to calm down or he'd never be able to concentrate on squat. What he needed to do was work off the anger and frustration. The gym suddenly sprang to mind, so grabbing his keys and locking up his office, Daniel headed to his locker room.
.
Just as Daniel stopped before his locker, Jack was coming out of the shower. Again? Daniel thought. Did he even leave?
"Hey," Jack said, and just as before, showing an annoying lack of concern or modesty where his bared skin was concerned.
"Hey," Daniel replied, turning away quickly, wishing Jack would just fall in a hole somewhere and stay there. He opened his locker, retrieved the gym bag and checked its contents for his exercise shorts. Pulling them out, he closed his locker back up.
"You ready to talk to me yet?" Jack asked, sounding so casual Daniel wanted to hit him.
Turning his head slightly, not daring to look directly at that unclothed body - oh, no way, no how, huh uh - Daniel cleared his throat.
"I'm...It's probably not a good idea." From his side view, Daniel saw that Jack had stopped whatever it was he was doing and wasn't bothering to get dressed, standing there with a towel hanging over his... Daniel took a deep breath, forcing down the flush of arousal. While didn't mind watching a man dress or undress, this was Jack, his friend, and the man Daniel knew could make him lose control so easily. It was even more aggravating that Daniel felt his anger slipping, all because Jack was speaking normally, kindly, and...without fucking clothes on! Jack needed to get dressed, and right damn now.
"You're angry with me 'cause of the way I blew you off, right?" Jack asked.
Daniel forgot why he wasn't looking at Jack and hearing the words, turned round. He wasn't sure if he was lucky that Jack's back was now facing him, and decided that he definitely was not lucky. Looking at that ass, so firm and muscular and...
Gulping, Daniel averted his eyes and turned back to face his locker, trying not to remember how there were water drops still on the back of Jack's calves and thighs. Daniel wondered what the hell was the matter with him. He had better control than this.
"So why did you piss me off on purpose?" he abruptly asked, glad his voice had some control left in it.
Jack laughed softly, shaking his head. "Jesus, Daniel. You are so friggin' clueless sometimes."
"I'm not psychic," Daniel answered harshly, his anger flaring again. "I hate it when you do things to purposely piss me off and I know that's exactly why you do it. Because I hate it."
"Not this time."
Frowning, he stared at the grey shorts he held in his hand, waiting for Jack to elaborate. When he didn't, Daniel shook his head. "Okay, fine, I'm not playing this game, Jack, so if you aren't going to apolo--"
"Daniel," Jack said with a heavy sigh, interrupting. "I'm sorry. I wanted to see how you'd react and I shouldn't have. It was the wrong place, wrong time, for me to do some investigating."
Daniel's mind scrambled for understanding. Wrong place? Wrong time? What kind of half-assed apology was that?
Daniel churned up what little amount of self-respect he had left and walked to the door, wishing he hadn't looked in Jack's direction. While Jack now had shorts on, he had also put on his dog tags, and the combination was enough to make Daniel's dick sit up and beg. Swallowing against the heat that was rising, he said, "Well...no matter the reason, thanks for apologizing."
"You're welcome. It's too late for pizza, but my offer's still open. You wanna come over for a beer or something?"
Or something. Oh yeah, definitely something. "Um, no, thanks. I'm gonna go work off some tension instead. Probably head home after. Rain check tomorrow?" He didn't turn around. His peripheral vision worked just fine and he could still see too much skin.
"Sure, Daniel. Anytime."
"Okay. See ya later."
"Definitely."
Daniel missed the odd smile crossing Jack's lips as he left the room.
~
After arriving in the gym, Daniel found it thankfully deserted. Good. He needed no audience as he worked off his anger and inappropriate lust. Choosing one of the changing/dressing rooms, he changed into his gym shorts and shoes and padded out into the weight room. Choosing leg press first, he sat down and slowly began to work the tension out of his body. As the time passed, he calmed enough to attempt to sort out his feelings of confusion.
He was relieved that Jack had apologized, though the words he'd chosen weren't...right. "Not this time...Wrong place, wrong time, to do some investigating." What the hell did that mean?
Okay, Jack wanted to try and make him angry. Standard operating procedure, usually done because he could. But this time, Jack had intimated that he'd done it to find out how Daniel reacted. But that didn't make sense, so there had to be something else attached to the rude behavior and...
The woman. The flirting. Daniel let out a gasping laugh, incredulous. Jack wanted to see if he'd get jealous! That was it.
But had he been jealous? Daniel tried to dismiss his feelings, and whether he liked it or not, he had been jealous. And still was. Shit. Daniel had never been comfortable with those feelings, and now they were being applied to Jack. He wanted Daniel jealous, so obviously Jack had no problem with the emotion. Great. Fucking bastard.
Getting disgusted with both himself and Jack, Daniel moved over to the bench press and laid down, gripping the auto-weighted bars. Glancing at the pin to determine where the weight was, and satisfied that it was tolerable, he pressed up, one after the other, working himself into a good sweat.
Okay, so...he was jealous. Daniel now had to figure out why the jealousy was there in the first damned place. Where the hell had it come from? Did he think Jack was his? The idea of Jack being with anyone else caused a shiver to run down Daniel's spine. He'd just experienced a clear-cut case of possessiveness. Good god. Where the hell had it come from?
Breathing out slow, regular breaths, Daniel lifted the weights, concentrating.
One, Jack was gorgeous. That was a given. Didn't explain anything.
Two, he was attracted to Jack. Also a given. Still didn't explain anything.
Three, he fantasized about Jack. A lot. Another given. Jealousy and possessiveness didn't enter into it.
Four, he'd felt possessive before, as Shau're had brought it out in him, but he'd never experienced it because of a guy. Not Jack, not anyone. Until now, that is, and Daniel still couldn't fathom why. It couldn't be because of any silly notion that Jack was his. That was absurd. Jack was straight...and even if he weren't, Daniel didn't think Jack would ever reveal that, not to him. Unlike Daniel, who would, if asked, tell Jack just how not-straight he was.
But back to the possessiveness. Why Jack of all people? The man was an asshole. He pissed him off at every opportunity. Okay, maybe not all the time. Jack also made him laugh. He made him feel good when they were together. Daniel was attracted to him, sure, but it wasn't just because of his looks but because they had a close friendship that defied logic, one that Daniel found he immensely enjoyed. The possessiveness or jealousy had to be for that, and maybe he was just being protective of Jack. There were friendships like that, after all. So it wasn't because he wanted Jack or because he loved...him. Or was...in love with him?
Oh, dear God.
Daniel stopped his repetitions, stunned. Okay, yes, he cared but loved? No. Perhaps one could say he cared so much that it was love, but "in love"? No way. How could he be in love with Jack? Aside from the fact that they were total opposites. And jealousy? That wasn't any rational part of love.
No, he wasn't in love so he couldn't be jealous. He was protective of his friend, that was all it was. That was all it was.
Shit.
Gritting his teeth, Daniel went through several more repetitions. This was not possible. This was NOT possible.
~
Dripping with sweat, Daniel ended his workout and grabbed some clean towels from the bin. Wiping down his face and chest, he tossed two in the hamper, and took another clean pair back to his dressing room. The gym didn't have showers, so he'd take one when he got home instead of using the ones in SG-1's locker room.
Pulling the curtain closed, he removed his shorts and wiped the sweat from his buttocks and groin, and took a cursory swipe under his balls and over his thighs. Standing fully nude in his changing room, the silence of the gym and the ignored ache in his belly gave him an idea. After watching Jack, he could so easily visual him, and in here, alone, it would be easy. After all, he might not be able to have Jack in reality, but he could always have him inside the safe secrecy of fantasy.
Daniel leaned against the back wall of the cubicle and spread his legs just wide enough. He closed his eyes and cupped his balls in one hand, rolling them with a gentle but firm massage. He let out a small, pleasurable groan, and wrapped long fingers around his hardening shaft. He pulled upward, his body shuddering as his palm enclosed over the head. Feeling his urgent need climb, Daniel began to masturbate slowly, purposefully, feeling the strain and stress leave his muscles and gather down below, building for release.
His thoughts came to Jack and how he last saw him: his gorgeous, hard body; the powerful, wiry arms; the strong, purposeful hands. All those luscious angles and curves, like the shape of his pectorals, with those mouth-watering nipples, all dark pink, dusted with light hair; his tanned stomach and the line of darker hair that marked a trail down to his groin; that wonderfully curved ass; and those long, muscular legs. They begged for his mouth.
Stroking his now-throbbing erection, he began to squeeze harder, panting silently. From the dressing room to his left, he heard a deep moan, followed by a harsh breath, on the other side of the connecting wall.
Startled, he froze, his hand stilled in mid-stroke. Another gasping moan was emitted from whoever it was, then another from a different voice.
His mouth dropped in shock. Two men were having sex right next to him. Not daring to move or breathe, Daniel couldn't believe his timing and stayed as still as he could. Had they heard him? Had they known he was there? And if not, how could he have not heard them come in? He wasn't that lost in himself, was he? No, they had to have been here the entire time. God.
Wet kissing sounds and Daniel wondered if they were doing it on purpose. Skin sliding on skin now, followed by slick, even wetter sounds. God. Daniel clamped a hand over his mouth, and firmly told himself not to groan. He knew those sounds, though he hadn't experienced them in a long, long time. His eyes grew wide as the connecting wall began to vibrate, rocking slightly, accompanied with loud and soft grunts.
Daniel was more turned on than he had been in a very long time. While nowhere near being naïve except when it came to this military base, Daniel had no idea that this type of thing went on here, but he wasn't all that surprised. Guys needed relief and chose specific places for it. Safe places.
He'd listened to other men making out before. Watched it even. In his foster home. In college. On Abydos.
Especially on Abydos. The things he'd seen in his early years had merely been flashes: walking in on a foster brother; or on a roommate, apologizing profusely, embarrassed as hell. But the scenes he'd witnessed on Abydos...they had changed him--or more accurately, brought out what had always been there. He'd learned a whole lot about voyeurism and exhibitionism while there and nothing had ever been the same for him since.
Listening to the two men next to him, his memories of those experiences on Abydos came flooding back.
.
After two months of his new life on Abydos, Daniel had gone to the Cartouche room late one night after having spent some quality time with Shau're. He'd set his lamp down by his study area and not long after, he'd heard...noises. Investigating, Daniel had approached one of the raised oil reservoirs. Beyond it, on some bedding against the wall, were two of the young guards. Guards, maybe, but they weren't guarding anything.
One had been going down on the other. He'd never watched anyone get blown--other than watching himself inside someone's mouth. Daniel got more than his first glimpse. He'd watched the entire thing, which turned out to be one of the most complete blow jobs he'd ever seen since. The guard who'd been going down had taken the entire length of the other's cock straight down his throat. While Daniel had never considered himself naïve, he'd always assumed that so-called deep throating the entire length of someone's cock had been nothing more than bragging, especially since no one had ever swallowed him whole.
Seeing it, and that it hadn't been bragging by any stretch of the imagination, Daniel had become rooted to the spot, entranced, beguiled. He'd stood there watching until the man being sucked came down the other's throat. Daniel had backed away very quickly, returning to his study area, pretending he hadn't seen a thing, but the scene had replayed over and over in his mind. After his breathing had calmed, it was then that he'd realized that he'd been amazingly hard the whole time. He'd liked watching. God, had he.
A few nights later, Daniel gone back to the Cartouche room, pretending to himself that he was going there to work, but he had no intention of actually doing so. His lustful curiosity had been more than rewarded. Walking in, he'd finally spied the two men across the massive chamber, silhouetted by the lamps around them. Daniel's adrenalin had shot through the roof once he realized that the men weren't fellating each other but were, instead, fucking--and with energetic enthusiasm.
He had slid against the wall, pressing himself into the shadows, and simply watched. They'd been doing it hard and fast and Daniel couldn't believe how hard. He'd gotten aroused before, but that second time...watching the guards actually fuck...he'd damn near come on the spot as he'd watched it until they were through. When he'd left the room and returned to Shau're's bed, he'd been breathing fast, shallow. She'd woken and asked him what was wrong. When he wouldn't tell her, she had simply guessed. Not saying a word, she'd encouraged him to take her, there and then. He had. Oh boy. He had. It had been the best time he'd ever had with her, especially with her own reactions egging him on.
Those voyeuristic moments had become a kinky pastime, and all Daniel had to do was sneak in and watch from the shadows.
Unbeknownst to him, the men knew he'd been watching them. One night, he'd had his assistant, Khateb, with him, as they worked well into the evening. The two young guards had come in and gone over to their bedding and for once, Daniel hadn't noticed, most likely because of Khateb's presence.
When the noises of sex had started, Daniel felt the room, and himself, grow warm. He'd felt embarrassed for getting hard with Khateb nearby, but what had been more embarrassing was that Khateb had noticed. Daniel had been surprised, and initially resistant, when Khateb had abruptly taken Daniel by the hand and led him over to the shadows of a statue, their line of sight in clear view of the couple.
This was apparently a normal thing to these men. But it wasn't so commonplace for Daniel, so he couldn't shake the guilt, feeling that he was invading another's privacy as well as somehow cheating on Shau're. Then Khateb had startled the hell out of him when he'd reached around and begun caressing Daniel's erection over his robes. Shocked, but unwilling to leave the touch as well as the view of the couple, Daniel had allowed Khateb to jerk him off, thrusting into the man's hand. Unfortunately, his guilt overcame his desire and Daniel had backed away, not letting Khateb finish him. And he'd headed straight to Shau're.
Allowing himself to be caressed by someone other than Shau're had Daniel feeling ashamed. Naturally, Shau're had noticed his state of arousal, saw how upset he was, and deduced what had happened before he'd had the chance to come clean about it. When he confessed what had happened between himself and Khateb, and told her what he'd been watching for the last couple of weeks, she'd then given him the shock of his life. She knew. More shocking was when she'd said it was normal, encouraged because it kept the population growth down and the randy men happy. Daniel had then been annoyed with himself for not seeing it before and cursed himself for ignoring his anthropological instincts. He'd paid attention to the social behaviors after that.
Still, it had taken a while for the shock to wear off, and he'd refused to go to the Cartouche room, even for work. Five days later, Shau're had had enough of his restlessness and had literally kicked him out of their home. She'd called for Khateb and asked him to take him away and not to bring him back until he'd calmed down. That was all she had needed to say and Khateb had understood, although Daniel had been highly embarrassed.
Reluctantly, he'd gone with Khateb to the Cartouche room, and for a few hours, they'd actually studied, getting some work done. After a meal break, however, Khateb hadn't returned to work and instead, he'd left Daniel's side and walked across the room to talk with the two young guards. Daniel's ears had picked up his name being spoken. Minutes later, Khateb had returned and after a moment of coaxing, had led Daniel across the room to some extra bedding near the spot that the two young guards regularly occupied. The guards had just finished their own meal and were starting to have sex when Khateb had encouraged Daniel to watch, getting him to kneel on the bedding.
Daniel remembered as if it had happened the day before. He remembered Khateb kneeling behind, pulling up his robes and taking his cock in his hand, stroking him while he watched the others fuck. He remembered coming hard when the men did, remembered the feeling of Khateb's own come on his ass.
For days this had gone on without change. Then one night, Khateb had taken his dick into his mouth for the first time, and for the first time, Daniel had his dick swallowed whole. He'd gone into orbit, not realizing that his robes had been removed until he'd started to level off a little. He'd become aware of a draft and opening his eyes, found the two guards watching him get sucked into oblivion.
Being watched had set Daniel off and he'd come hard. His responses had been loud, too, though Daniel hadn't been aware of it at the time. He'd also learned later on that the Abydonian men loved to watch him come off because Daniel seemed to give his soul over to it.
After a few days of getting the best blow jobs of his life, Khateb had turned things up a notch. Daniel had been on all fours, getting blown from underneath while watching the guards rim each other. Before he'd had the chance to come down from his orgasm, Daniel had felt oiled fingers entering him, preparing him.
Daniel vividly remembered the feel of the man's cock when he'd entered him, his rough caresses as Khateb had held onto his hips. He remembered the looks on the guards' faces as they'd jerked each other off until Daniel had orgasmed a second time. The next night, Khateb had gone down on him while watching the others, but pulled away before Daniel had come off. It turned out he'd only been interested in getting Daniel extremely hard so that Daniel could fuck him instead. Watching the guards fuck while he, in turn, pounded into Khateb, had been an exquisite turn on. Those experiences had been so erotically deep for Daniel, that he'd been with Khateb frequently up until he'd made contact with Earth again.
.
After six years from those times on Abydos, Daniel's practicing voyeurism kink was honed down to a fine art. It hadn't started out that way, back home in a military community, and it had been nearly a year on Earth before Daniel had given in to his voyeurism kink. Not many things to see at first, until he learned his way around, rooting out the places that were the likeliest of spots to indulge himself. He could have had his kink satisfied in the clubs, but the men turned him off. He'd found that only the men at the base provided what he craved.
And now, here, out of the blue, an opportunity presented itself in the most unlikely of places. Daniel was also astounded at the intensity of his arousal, at how hard he was, but he knew it was the thrill. It wasn't just the appeal of listening to hot sex, it was the appeal of listening to it in a public place, in the gym; a place that Jack would visit. The thought of being able to secretly watch Jack, even taking a shower, drove Daniel insane with lust.
The couple next door to him were getting into it and there was harsh panting now. Daniel's breathing became heavier as he heard a long, deep groan from one man and a hoarse grunt from the other, quickly followed by a slap of skin. It was followed by another and another, increasing in speed. It sounded as if...as if...oh god. They were fucking. God.
The wall's vibration turned to a jarring, rocking harder and harder. The sounds from the men became louder and more desperate and Daniel couldn't help himself. He had to join in, secretly of course.
Sliding his hand faster over his erection, Daniel became absorbed, his own need rising with the couple next to him. Pushing himself away from the back wall, he leaned against the one being hammered, his own body jerking with the motions. His ability to stay upright was challenged and he spread his feet further apart, further away from the wall, bracing himself so that he could more easily fuck his fist in time with the fucking men. The gasping cries next door became strained, and sooner than Daniel had expected, they came.
Daniel moved his hand faster, more tightly, trying to hurry, to keep his own movements quiet, but unfortunately, the men weren't making any more noise other than rapid breathing.
He couldn't come.
Frustrated beyond belief, Daniel slumped over, his dick throbbing painfully. He couldn't believe his rotten luck. How could he not have been able to get off on that? Wasn't it good? What he wanted? Shit.
As he tried to quiet his rapid breathing, Daniel thought he understood what was wrong. It wasn't just the voyeurism he craved. It was Jack O'Neill. Damn him.
Sitting there, he waited for what seemed like forever, waiting for the men to leave. He wasn't about to put his clothes on yet, not with his painful erection, and trying to stroke himself now...no, he'd need help and that wasn't likely. What he needed was a cold wet towel to put a damper on things, just for a bit. He could go home, start over. Since there was a water fountain in here...
He stood up gingerly and wrapped the sweaty towel around him, then grabbed the fresher one to wet it down. Pulling the curtain aside, Daniel froze. As he stared back into the dark brown eyes, blood drained from everywhere but his cock as the shock hit him straight in the gonads.
Oh fuck.
Jack O'Neill.
On to 'Voyeur 2 - Surprise, Surprise'