Wadjet's Little Gem
What...? She didn't give me a title so I made up my own - Alph. 8-)
Daniel sighed, got up from the couch and put down his book, 'Jacob's Wound: homoerotic narrative in the literature of ancient Israel'.
"Why can't I just read regular porn, for God's sake?" he asked, exasperated.
"Cos if it ain't old, you ain't interested," came a disembodied but familiar voice from the hallway. "I'm living proof of that."
Daniel didn't even turn around, but continued walking towards the kitchen with a small smile.
"You coulda knocked."
Daniel's breath sucked in as Jack wound his long arms around his waist and nuzzled into his neck.
"You smell amazing," Jack murmured. "Miss me?"
Daniel chuckled softly and turned in his embrace. "Not as much as you'd like."
"How are things in the upper echelons?"
Jack leaned in to kiss him and Daniel turned his head away, mischievously, his face a picture of indignation. "Jack O'Neill, you can't come waltzing in here and expect me to just put out."
"Why not?" Jack grinned. "That's what I usually do."
Daniel ducked out of his clutches and scooted over to the fridge. "Read it and weep, Flyboy. Beer?"
"Is that all that's on offer? I was... yanno, kinda hoping... Jesus H Christ, Daniel. I haven't seen you for the best part of a month. I know your sex drive is as high as mine, I know you haven't found someone else and you're just fucking with me, so why can't you just fuck with me??"
Daniel turned, and the look in his eyes sent a shiver all the way through Jack's dick. Within a heartbeat he was right in Jack's face, both hands full of Jack's jacket.
"Y'know what, Jack?" he growled. "All you had to do was ask."
Jack groaned as Daniel's warm, moist mouth closed over his own, Daniel's tongue sliding inside, Daniel's hands caressing his torso, then his ass, then forward to the bulge in his pants that was becoming painful. Daniel smiled through the kiss.
"Hmm... you really do want it, don't you?"
"Gold star for the archaeologissssssst..." Jack whispered as Daniel nibbled his neck.
"You have to tell me."
Jack was too horny for games like this. He'd had a half-hard most of the way from D.C. to the Springs, which hadn't been easy to keep from his staff. Especially given that he was going commando under the uniform. At long last, he was here, in the apartment, in Daniel's arms and if it wasn't too much fucking trouble, right at the moment, he wanted to be bent over the couch, have his pants pulled down and have Daniel's cock so far up his ass, he saw stars.
"I need you to tell me what you want," Daniel murmured softly in his ear.
That voice. When Daniel had that voice on... the one that felt like warm chocolate sauce, the one that bypassed his hearing altogether and spoke directly to his balls and asshole, the one that promised so, so much.
"I want you," Jack's bravado gave up under the onslaught.
"I know you want me Jack. What do you want?" Daniel purred, his lips and tongue roaming around Jack's neck, ears and face, while his hands made short work of the General's uniform jacket and shirt buttons.
"Sometimes you're just too much of a fucking tease. One of these days..."
"But not today."
Jack took Daniel's face in his hands and looked into his eyes. "Take me into that bedroom, shuck off your clothes, take off my uniform, lay me down and fuck me till I beg you to stop." Daniel grinned and grabbed his hand.
It took approximately forty five minutes for Jack to beg, after he lost count of the amount of times Daniel had deftly taken him to the edge and back. Daniel hooked his arms under Jack's, resting his forehead on his lover's sweaty back and fucked, concentrating on nothing but the physical and emotional bond he and Jack shared. It didn't take long before Jack tensed and groaned, every pulse felt by Daniel as he found his own release. He gently withdrew and rolled over to lay beside a grinning Jack.
"Now, why weren't you always that good at takin' orders?" he mumbled.
Daniel smiled and lit a cigarette.
"It all depends on the orders, who's giving them, and whether or not they make sense. That one just happened to make sense."
Jack chuckled and turned to face him, taking Daniel's raised arm as an invitation to snuggle.
"After that kind of performance, I think I should give you a field promotion."
"Not a chance, General. My criteria for being 'in the military' are very specific."
"Yeah. As are mine for being 'in academia'," Jack teased.
Daniel passed him the cigarette and Jack took a long pull, then watched the smoke hang in the air.
"I missed you."
"I wish I'd never taken the promotion."
"You tried to tell me, but as usual I didn't listen."
"Jesus Daniel, will you stop saying 'I know'? I know you know. I just..."
"I'm going to apply for a transfer to Washington."
Jack sat up. "What?"
"You heard. I thought... I thought I could do this. I thought that going through the 'gate meant more to me than being with you. Or at least that going through the 'gate would stop it hurting. It doesn't. And that's all I know."
"You'd better know I love you."
Daniel smiled and kissed him. "Yeah, I do know that."
Jack cuddled up to him happily. "Wonder if I could be the first openly gay Brigadier General in the Air Force?"
"I can play it as straight as the next guy. Kept you guessing for long enough."
It was a fair point.
"You want to know irony, though? Half my staff are queer. I know damned well they are, yet I have to keep it locked down. How can I do that if we're together? I mean, as in living together. And don't be naïve, I wouldn't be surprised if the brass have their suspicions as it is, but if we were both in D.C. we'd have no chance of keeping it quiet."
"So, let's not."
"What're you saying?"
"I'm saying fuck all of 'em. Look, the way I see it we have three choices. We can carry on as we are, which frankly is killing me."
"No news there, then."
"Thank you so much for that. I can move to D.C. and we can walk on eggshells the entire time, which would kill us, or we can come out of the closet and deal with whatever happens together, as a couple."
Jack picked up the comforter and looked beneath it.
"Oh, it's nothing."
"Well, thanks a bunch!"
"Nononononono, I didn't mean that! Quite the contrary as it happens. I was just thinking that your balls are way bigger than they look. I was just checkin' is all."
Daniel shrugged. "It makes sense. You want to be with me, I want to be with you, you could care less about the Air Force anymore and I'm... God, I can't believe what I'm about to say. I'm bored. Going through the 'gate doesn't have the buzz it did when we were SG-1. I could just about deal when you were in command, because you were there, and because I knew that once we got back here you weren't in command any more, but now..."
"Hey, I can be assertive!"
"And don't I love it?"
"Hmm. Not had any complaints yet."
"So, we should do this. I'll get a post up in Washington - God knows they've been asking me long enough - and we'll find an apartment, move in together and see what the brass hats have to say about it."
"Sounds like a plan."
Jack paused, took a deep breath and...
"Daniel. Will you marry me?"
"One step at a time, Jack, one step at a time."