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A Blow by Blow Account

Summary: Read the title. It's for Joy. Happy Yule, hun.

Major Paul Davis was well known for his ability to coolly and calmly recount events. It wasn't just because his training as a fighter pilot gave him his cool head; his political bent and his natural restraint usually helped too. The trouble was, it was that restraint that was giving him the problem with his journal. After all, how would he calmly describe the events of that evening?

He'd had a hell of a day; meeting after meeting at the Pentagon was followed by dinner with Dr. Jackson, who was as pissy as hell because the Pentagon wanted to cut his department's budget.

"Daniel, please, it's not my fault," Paul had complained, after listening to yet another diatribe whilst trying to eat his meal.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, Paul. I'm just very frustrated, that's all."

"You and me both," Paul muttered.

They changed the subject and started to chat about inconsequential things, meaning nothing, yet still learning little bits about each other. Paul started to tease Daniel about the latest mission during which Daniel had nearly been sold by Jack (mistakenly, he'd insisted, but Daniel wasn't convinced) as a sex-slave.

"You should have gone, just think of the fun you could be having right now."

"God, Paul, it was awful. You should have seen the old bat that wanted to buy me! She must have been 350 lbs if she was an ounce. I'd have suffocated. Besides, I, er..."


Daniel picked at his food and wouldn't look Paul in the eye.

"Is there someone, Daniel?"

"No, not seeing anyone," Daniel said lightly, still not looking at him.

"You want there to be?"



"Oh, someone I can't have."

"Isn't that always the way?" Paul groaned in sympathy. If Daniel only knew... "Talk to me, Dan. You can tell me anything, you know that."

"Oh, I know. It's just..."

"Will you stop that? I can virtually hear the ellipses. Finish what you mean to say, please."

Daniel put down his knife and fork, his appetite suddenly gone. He was glad that he and Paul were in his hotel room. They'd had dinner delivered there so they could talk shop privately. He stood up and walked around and then he came to a decision. It was now or never.

"It's you."

When Paul had stopped choking on his wine (and Daniel had stopped apologising for shocking him when he was drinking), he spoke.


"Yeah. Don't worry, Paul, I'm not going to make a pass at you or anything. I don't know whether you're gay or straight, and because of your job I won't..."

Paul shut him up with a kiss.

"You're serious?" Paul asked when they breathlessly broke apart.

Daniel kissed him back.

"I'm serious. You?"

Paul wanted to show him just how serious he was so he grabbed his hand and took him to the bed. He pushed Daniel onto it, then undressed for him, slowly dropping his clothes onto the floor, kicking his shoes and socks off and getting as naked as a man could be.

Daniel gulped.

He reached out and stroked Paul's hard cock. "That for me?"

"That's only been for you since I first laid eyes on you."


Daniel gently pulled him onto the bed and stood up, mirroring Paul's actions by sensually stripping, losing his glasses on the way. Paul was stunned to see a small ring in Daniel's navel.


"My bit of rebellion," Daniel admitted. "I know what I have on underneath my clothes, they don't. And it helps me focus during the boring speeches."


"Yeah. On my fantasies. Like the one where you'll gently run your tongue through the loop and tug, making my dick jerk. In fact, there was this one briefing, you know, the really boring military one where that general was going on about the calibre of bullets and so on, I damn near came."

"You did? Talk to me, tell me what you were thinking of."

"How about I show you instead?"

"Sounds good to me."

With a feral grin, the now naked Daniel knelt on the bed and pushed Paul to lay down. Then he started to work. He ghosted kisses over Paul's body, starting with the left side of his face, down the left side of his neck, his arm, stopping to suckle on the pulse points so gently that Paul thought he was going to go insane. By the time Daniel had reached his fingers, he was groaning and begging to get off.

"Uh huh. Not yet, baby, not yet. Just you lie there and enjoy."

Back up Paul's arm and then down his chest, sucking hard on the left nipple in complete contrast to the softer touches he'd been giving him. He licked a trail down Paul's side, then continued the torture of Paul's left leg, going down on Paul's toes, one by one. Up the leg, kissing, licking, nibbling, leaving faint marks on the inside of his thigh. A quick swipe over Paul's balls had the younger man crying out for release. All that got him was Daniel carrying on up his right side in the reverse direction to his way down. By the time Daniel had reached Paul's face and was kissing his lips again, Paul was frantic.

"What do you want?" Daniel whispered against Paul's lips. "Shall I fuck you?"


"Shall I suck you?"

"God, yes!"


"Dan! Please. Anything. Just want you."

Daniel got off the bed and rifled through his wash bag, pulling out a small tube of lube.

"Dan? Hoping to get lucky?"

"Yes. Always live in hope, Paul."

The filthy grin that accompanied that statement assured Paul that Daniel really had wanted him for quite some time. Daniel got back on the bed, kissed him again till Paul was seeing stars behind his eyes, then broke off. Gently panting, he kissed every inch of Paul's body in a direct line down to his groin. When he got to Paul's leaking dick, he flicked his tongue out and cleaned the head. Paul nearly shot off the bed.

Millimetre by millimetre, Daniel took more and more of Paul's cock into his mouth, alternately sucking and licking as he went down. Hands roamed, pushing Paul's legs apart as far as they would go. Fingertips teased his balls and ass, making him moan and groan with more need. Every time Paul felt like he was going to come though, Daniel backed off, making him come off his high. Occasionally a little pinch at the base of his cock would bring him further back, giving Daniel more time to play.

Paul's eyes were rolling in his head and he caught sight of the bedside travel clock that Daniel had. He'd been doing this for over an hour already.

"Please Daniel, I need to come. I'm going to, with you or without you."

He felt Daniel smile, then heard a pop. Cool fingers went back to his anus and one pushed inside just a little way. The lube. Paul was so ready for this.

Without further warning, Daniel's finger pushed in as far as it would go and he tilted his head and literally swallowed Paul at the same time. With a fist in his mouth muffling the yell, Paul announced the fact that he was coming with one of the most intense orgasms of his life.

By the time he was with it, he noticed that Daniel was already inside him and his legs were dangling over Daniel's shoulders. Daniel wasn't moving, just waiting for Paul to come back to him.

"Paul? You okay?"

Paul raised a thumb.

"Good to go?"

Another thumb, this time with a weak nod.

So he moved. Daniel's patience wasn't quite as endless when it came to getting himself off, and Paul found himself being fucked hard and fast.

"Okay?" Daniel panted.


All Paul could think was that he was amazed that Daniel seemed to want to talk.

"Damn Paul, you're so fucking tight," he growled.

"Hmm. Move it!"

Rotating his hips, Daniel pulled back then slammed into Paul, making him shoot up with every hit on his happy button. Loud grunts and groans came from them both, Paul stunned by the fact that he was already getting hard again.

"Do it yourself," Daniel told him. "I want to watch you."

"How did I never notice before that you are a filthy-minded pervert?" Paul panted in-between gasps.

"You ain't seen nuttin' yet, flyboy," Daniel gasped in-between pants.

"Can't wait!"

Soon it was too much for them to hold on, Daniel coming first with a roar that chilled Paul's blood. It triggered his own climax and Daniel watched through glazed eyes as Paul covered his chest.

"Oh - my - God," Daniel said as he carefully pulled out. "You okay?"

"Never better, babe, never better."

Daniel grabbed a few tissues and cleaned them up before they lay together, holding each other tightly.

"Was this a one-off?" Paul asked carefully after a few minutes of companionable silence.

"I hope not," came the equally quiet reply. "But it's your choice. I won't hold it against you if you say it is."

Paul understood Daniel's reticence to want a commitment from Paul. Daniel knew the risks they'd be taking all too well. He closed up his journal and sighed. Maybe, though, it was time to get what he wanted.

"Paul?" the voice came from his side. "Turn the light off, hun, I want to sleep. We've got a busy day tomorrow."

"Dan, honey, we've got the day off."

All Paul could see in the dim light as he settled down, was the filthiest smirk he'd ever seen in his life.

"I know," came the reply.