"Now...we get the real thing," Daniel told him...
Except they didn't.
"Fuck!" both Daniel and Jack swore as the phone interrupted what would have been their first time. Daniel slumped down over Jack, resting his forehead on his 'future' lover's.
"I need to get that, Daniel."
Mumbling under his breath, Daniel pushed off and handed Jack his pants. Jack fished the cell phone from a back pocket and answered. Daniel watched as Jack's face went from 'mildly irritated but still aroused' to 'business-like severity'. His heart sank.
Jack hung up the phone.
"What now?" Daniel asked, though he didn't need to. The fact of the phone call itself and the look on Jack's face told him that Jack had to go to the mountain.
Jack looked at him apologetically and Daniel sent the look back, cupping his cheek. "I know, Jack. I know. Our jobs are really going to put a bite in this..." and he gestured between them.
"Yeah," was all Jack could think of as he looked down at Daniel in his shorts...and the rapidly wilting - but still quite deliciously enticing - erection. He groaned.
Daniel gave him a strong look of understanding as he reached for his pants with a raised brow. "I take it we both go in?"
Jack nodded. "We'll finish this later," he said, casting Daniel a curious glance as he pulled on his shirt.
"You bet your sweet ass," Daniel replied, squeezing said ass.
Later...
Daniel entered his apartment, slamming the door as hard as he could.
"FUCK!" He'd waited all night to say that. "Or not," he added with angry frustration. It was now 5:30 a.m. and though he wasn't exactly in the mood to be having sex, he wished he had the goddamned choice. With a long sigh, he made his way to the bedroom and stripped down. He eyed the bathroom - and the shower - accusingly. "Fuck it, I'll take one later." He plopped onto his back, stretching out across the bed. His muscles were sore and they'd probably be even more sore later. He threw an arm over his eyes, the events of the night replaying in his head.
He and Jack had met up with Sam and Teal'c in the briefing room, and before they'd had a chance to think about anything, the team had been sent out to diffuse some asinine situation with rebel Jaffa. They couldn't use another team, like oh, maybe, the diplomatic team, because Teal'c's presence had been needed. Jack had been there as leader of SG-1, and therefore the 'authority' figure, as per usual, but Daniel and Sam...well, they'd basically been nothing more than window dressing.
Now...Jack and Teal'c, along with SG-3 and 8, were required to stay at the rebel site on P-whateverthefuckitwas until things had been completely settled. Daniel and Sam had been sent home because Sam's presence, as a woman, was insulting to some of the rebel leaders, and Daniel...well, Daniel wanted to leave. Daniel snorted as he remembered Sam's mood on the way back to the gate.
"Fuck those pricks," she had muttered as Jack and Teal'c had escorted her and Daniel back to the gate. Daniel grinned wider, remembering how Jack snorted at her reaction, then had tried to cover it up and look serious.
"C'mon, Carter, it'd just be boring anyway. You can go back to doing whatever it was you were doing. After you write up your short report, that is."
Sam had looked...well, if looks could kill. But she'd done herself credit, and Daniel proud, when she'd bitten back the words she so obviously wanted to say.
"Hopefully this won't take too long," Jack had said as Daniel had dialed home. To Daniel's trained ears, Jack meant, "I'll be back as soon as possible and we can pick up where we left off."
"Shit."
Daniel rolled over and pulled the covers up. "You'd better not take too long, Jack," he mumbled before dropping off to sleep.
Sometime around noon, Daniel rolled out of bed and found the shower. He groaned as the hot water hit him, cascading over his aching muscles. They hadn't walked that far last night, maybe a mile and a half each way, but the terrain had been rocky and uneven, which always made normal walking feel like a cross-country run. Daniel hoped that Jack wouldn't be too sore, but he knew better. Jack's knees would be hurting like hell when he got home.
As he made himself coffee and breakfast, Daniel tried to think of ways to help Jack relax...and get him off his knees.
Daniel let out a long groan as the image of Jack on his back plagued his brain. As the images grew more explicit, he reached down and rubbed his thickening cock through the thin fabric of his shorts. He was thinking of how exactly to ride Jack when he remembered Jack's video. A slow smile crossed his face and taking his coffee cup with him to the computer, he started up the program.
As he started to fondle himself while watching Jack masturbate onscreen, an idea suddenly came to mind. An absolutely wicked idea. He let the video play but stopped his own caresses and walked away, heading for his bedroom. He pulled open the drawer of his nightstand and stared at the objects inside. With a slow grin, he set them on the bed.
Returning to the kitchen, he put his breakfast on hold. He wasn't exactly hungry anymore. He had something else in mind. Retrieving Jack's camera, similar to his own, he inserted a blank disc and returned to his bedroom. He clicked the button and started recording, not bothering to select the right placement for the camera first.
"Okay, Jack, I've got an idea. You showed your...talent...for me, it only seems fair that I reciprocate." He set the camera down on the short dresser but left the lens facing the closet. "Can't let you see just yet. Get comfortable, Jack. Go get a drink, relax. I know your knees are killing you, so I'll assume you've already taken your bath and your pain meds."
Daniel moved about the room, placing a chair and a couple of pillows at the foot of the bed. He grabbed the camera and placed it on the pillows, finding the right level and angle so the camera wouldn't wobble. That sort of thing could be very distracting and ruin the entire purpose for making the video.
Fluffing up his pillows and leaning against the backboard, Daniel looked at the camera and removed his shorts. He was half-hard.
"I tried not to get hard thinking about this..."
He let his hands wander over his chest and abdomen, smiling seductively at the camera. "So, it's my turn to show you...something. You're probably looking for something to eat right about now. Well, Jack, it's time to get your attention..."
Damn near twenty hours later, Jack was gingerly walking into his house. He didn't have enough energy to slam the door but he certainly felt like it. Not just from missing out with Daniel but those goddamned Jaffa had given him superiority 'looks' the moment Jack's knees started to reflect their pain on his face.
"Fuck 'em."
He made his way to the bathroom and turned on the water to fill the tub. Going to the bedroom, he removed his clothes and grabbed the prescription bottle from his jacket. Returning to the bathroom, he took two of the pills and set the bottle on the counter. The moment he looked into the mirror, he grimaced. He needed to shave big time.
"Fuck it. It'll wait."
The water level in the tub was nearly half way so Jack padded naked down to the kitchen. Getting his coffee from the fridge, he paused as he caught sight of a large yellow post-it note on the coffee machine. He pulled it off, reading.
Hey, Jack. After your knees are feeling a little better...go look on top of the TV. More instructions are there.
Jack looked through the kitchen into his living room. He could see something small on top of his TV. He wanted to go over and investigate, but it would wait.
...After your knees are feeling a little better...
"Definitely have to wait, Daniel."
He grimaced as he made his coffee, then letting the machine take over the rest, he returned to the bathroom and shut off the water. Grimacing again, from both the hot water and his bending knees, he lowered himself into the water.
Jack sat on the couch, watching the TV, frequently glancing at the disc on top of his TV, and the note that lay underneath it. It beckoned to him, the pull to play it getting stronger and stronger. His knees felt a bit better now, so he was definitely in the mood, but he was now torn between calling Daniel and watching the video.
"Fuck that," he said, reaching for the phone on the end table.
"Hello."
"Hey."
"Hey. Feeling better?"
"I haven't viewed it yet."
"Watch it, Jack."
"Why? Get your ass over here and I'll have the real--"
"Just watch it. I'll be over in a little while."
Jack could swear Daniel was grinning when he hung up. Something more than just jerking off on the video? Intrigued, Jack walked over, picked up the disc and the note.
Slip this into the port on the right side of your new TV. Yes, Jack. There's a port.
Grinning, Jack slid the disc into the port on his 40" flatscreen TV and turned up the volume. A fuzzy image appeared on the screen. Jack rolled his eyes.
"Least you could have done is put the camera down, Daniel." He shook his head and made his way to the kitchen.
"Okay, Jack, I've got an idea. You showed your...talent...for me, it only seems fair I reciprocate."
Jack grinned as he made his way to the kitchen. "You go ahead and reciprocate, Daniel. I'm gettin' a drink."
"...Get comfortable, Jack. Go get a drink, relax..."
"Way ahead of you, Daniel."
"I know your knees are killing you, so I'll assume you've already taken your bath and your pain meds."
"Good guess," Jack replied as he poured himself a drink.
"I tried not to get hard thinking about this..."
Jack peered through the dining room and stared at the large image of Daniel onscreen. He felt a riding warmth up the back of his thighs and over his balls.
"S'okay, Danny. I have plans for you."
Jack looked into the fridge, wondering about something to eat.
"So, it's my turn to show you...something. You're probably looking for something to eat right about now. Well, Jack, it's time to get your attention..."
Jack nodded, knowing what was coming up, and his attention remained divided...until...
"I've always wondered what you'd feel like in my mouth, Jack. Bet you've wondered what you'd look like in my mouth. Since I'm not doing that...yet..."
Jack didn't look at the TV as he heard the words. He blinked, pausing as he pulled the package of tortillas from the fridge. "Going down," he whispered, and the double image of a sixty-nine invaded his mind. He groaned.
However, he soon found himself unable to move as his ears caught the sound of moaning. Muffled moaning. The sort of moaning one does when one's mouth is full. Jack's hand clenched, crushing the package in his hand as he turned his head toward the TV screen. His mouth fell to the floor, as did the package of tortillas.
Daniel had one hand around his cock, stroking firm and slow. His other hand...was wrapped around a flesh-toned dildo perhaps nine inches in length and one inch in diameter. Daniel's eyes were open, eyeing the camera as he kissed and tongued the mushroomed head.
Jack swallowed, his dick swelling to firmness. "Oh my g..."
Jack's voice caught as Daniel inserted the phallic head into his mouth and sucked.
"Mmmmmm." Daniel removed the head and ran his tongue over the glistening surface. "Got your attention yet, Jack?"
Jack started to reply but all he could do was swallow again, hard. He picked up his drink and knocked it back, refilling it while keeping most of his attention on the screen. Making his way back to the couch, he tripped over his own feet as Daniel inserted the phallus back into his mouth, sucking much more eagerly.
"Jesus," Jack replied as his hand slid inside his shorts to take hold of his now throbbing erection. Propping both feet onto the edge of his coffee table, he watched, mesmerized by Daniel's actions.
Daniel's hand moved from his cock and reached to his right. Jack sipped on his drink...then coughed. Daniel was holding a tube of lube.
"Oh my...you're not..."
Daniel smiled filthily at him onscreen as he pulled the dildo from his mouth. "Time for something much more...pornographic."
He popped the cap of the tube and squirted a liberal amount onto the skin of the phallus.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Daniel..."
Daniel slid down the bed slightly and grabbed one of his pillows, placing it under his hips. He grinned seductively at Jack as he slowly spread his legs wide. "I have plans for you, Jack. They don't include this dildo...well...not right away. But our first time should be...the real thing." He stroked his cock, twice, suggestively.
"God, yes," Jack replied, his breathing raspy and harsh. His hand tightened, taking long, slow strokes up the length of his cock. The stimulation sent shivers through him as he watched his soon-to-be lover onscreen.
Daniel moved his lubed fingers to his rectum, applying the slick stuff to his flexing muscle. Not bothering to stretch himself, he now had both hands around the phallus, using tantalizing, erotic strokes as he pumped it. "I plan on fucking you so slowly, Jack," he whispered. He moved the phallus over his own cock, sliding it down past his balls, rubbing over his perineum with the head. He moaned, biting his lip. When the head of the dildo was pressed against his sphincter, he closed his eyes and dropped his head back...and pushed it inside him.
"You feel good, Jack."
"Fucking hell," Jack whispered, whipping off his shorts with one hand as he refused to let go of his cock. He stroked himself slowly, despite the fact that he wanted to speed up. He couldn't. When Daniel came, he would.
Daniel spread his legs even wider...then lifted his knees. Jack now had a good view of the dildo moving slowly inside the man's body. Daniel let out a long, gaspy breath as he fully sheathed the dildo inside him. Jack was only half-aware of making the same sound.
Daniel's eyes half-lidded as he looked at the camera. He pulled the dildo out slowly and began to fuck himself with long, slow movements. "Yes, Jack...god, yes."
Jack's eyes widened, his breath coming in rapid gulps as Daniel lifted his hips, reacting to the dildo inside himself. Jack took in everything at that moment. The sheen on Daniel's skin and the minute rippling of every muscle. His mouth, now slack and exhaling sharp breaths as his stimulation increased. Suddenly Daniel's hold on the phallus shifted and his whole body reacted, making his gasp.
"Oh God, yes, Jack! There!"
"Hit your spot, did ya, Daniel?" Jack asked, his voice deepening significantly as he made plans to do the same.
Daniel's body began to buck as his hands sped up; one on his cock, the other on the dildo. "I can't wait to feel you."
"Me, neither, Danny," Jack whispered, speeding up his strokes in time to Daniel's.
Daniel writhed on the bed, fucking himself faster with the dildo, turning onto his side, then rolling onto his stomach, his hand adjusting the dildo's position. Jack let out a slow breath as he watched the movement and shape of Daniel's ass. "I'm gonna fuck you so goddamn hard," he whispered.
Daniel rolled onto his back and let go of the dildo. The toy's fake balls acted as a stopper and Daniel rolled his body over them as he ground down, moving back and forth. Both hands were on his cock and balls, caressing and massaging himself in a continuous rhythm, one that kept increasing in speed minute by minute.
Jack dropped his feet to the floor as his strokes sped up and the long, tight caresses changed to twisting. "Get over here now, Daniel."
Onscreen, Daniel began to buck wildly, his eyes widening. "Fuck me, Jack! Goddamn it, yes, do it, baby, fuck me hard!"
Jack swallowed hard. "Jesus."
"Jack...oh fuck...oh f--"
As Daniel cried out, he arched, lifting off the bed. He held his cock forward, away from his body as he came, pumping the head firmly so that his semen spurted out in long arcs. "Watch me come for you," he gasped, opening his eyes to gaze half-lidded at the camera. "Do it, Jack. Come for me."
Jack groaned deep in his throat, curling his lip as he took his hand away from his cock. "Fucking bastard. Get over here." He shut off the video with the remote and dropped it onto the coffee table. His fingers gripped the couch tightly as he closed his eyes and tried to will his erection down. He nearly jumped three feet off the couch when the knock came, then had to bite down on the urge to tell Daniel to get his ass in the house. It might not be Daniel.
"Who is it?"
"Me."
"Get the fuck in here."
Jack heard the key insert into the lock and Daniel step inside.
Daniel locked the door and looked over at the TV. "Done watching?" he asked as he quickly divested himself of his clothes.
"Yes," Jack said tightly. "Get over here cause there's no way I'm standing up with this thing."
"What thi--" Daniel looked down as he dropped the tube of lube onto the couch. "Oh my...that's...impressive."
"All the better to fuck you with, Daniel."
Daniel groaned. "That was bad."
"I know."
"And it'll have to wait," he grinned fiendishly.
"Like hell," Jack replied heatedly as he reached for Daniel, pulling him onto his lap. Daniel very willingly went with the motion, pushing Jack's head back to rest on the back of the couch as he gave him a kiss that stole the air from his lungs. Jack's hands were everywhere, sliding over smooth, warm skin and caressing firm muscle. Including one long and very firm muscle. Daniel moaned into Jack's mouth as the man's fingers wrapped around his cock and stroked. Daniel's fingers carded roughly through Jack's hair as he lost himself to his touch. Sparks shot through his body as his cock was expertly manipulated and all Daniel wanted for that moment was to come over Jack's fingers.
He suddenly pushed himself away, breaking the kiss and Jack's touch. "Oh, no you don't," he said huskily as his hands travelled over Jack's chest to tease the fine hairs there.
"Daniel..."
"Not yet, Jack. Later. Right now..." and he dropped down to his knees between Jack's legs. "First things first."
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