Preface
Sam was busy tying her shoe laces when Daniel and Jack came into their gear up room. Or rather, Daniel stormed in and Jack, giggling madly, stumbled in behind. They must have just passed Teal'c in the hall, for he'd only just left the room.
Sam immediately knew the reason for Daniel's mood and understood, though she'd been snickering earlier, and truth be told, she still was.
It was the end of their work day and Daniel had been requested by the Science division to give a class on the art of image rubbing, sometimes known as frottage. But the hour-long class had broken up fifteen minutes early when Daniel's lecture had turned into a montage of double entendres and blatant innuendos, all of them sexual. At first, Daniel hadn't realized the comedy he was causing, but his keen attention to body language and facial expressions, learned through his mastery of anthropological Linguistics, had him striving to regain control of his class.
She credited Daniel with his unique ability to remain calm and cool when he himself was under pressure. Under the focused, and some non-focused, stares of his "students" he had tried desperately to keep the lecture from deteriorating into a free-for-all laughing convention. He had tried. At least most everyone there, including herself, had not laughed outright.
"Hey, Sam," he greeted her sourly, tossing his keys on the bench in front of his locker section. Putting a boot on the bench, he started to unlace it, using sharp movements that indicated how angry he still was.
"Hey, Daniel. I'm sorry about the class. Maybe it would be better to write up a syllabus or something." She tried to sound mollifying but to Daniel, she ended up sounding patronizing. He looked over at her and glared. Not even "big sis" was getting out of this one unscathed.
"I would, Sam, but that would require the people who looked at it to be able to actually read. I don't think this is a subject that people in the military could possibly understand and interpret."
"Hey!" and she got a little irritated, but knew he had the right to be pissed. Her face softened. "I'm sorry, Daniel."
Jack, in the meantime, was trying hard not to break down as he removed his boots and set them in his locker. Stepping inside his dressing room "closet," and closing the swing-doors, he began to remove his uniform. He didn't say a word while Daniel snapped at Sam. He'd tried to talk to Daniel just before they got in the gear up room, but Daniel's glares only made him laugh harder, which made Daniel even madder.
"I really am sorry, Daniel. It's not a subject everyone needs to know and they should have known that over in Sciences. I'll have to go have a talk with them."
"You should have talked with them before, Sam. You're their head tech person. Whoever the idiot was who scheduled this shit, they were very likely having one over on me. They had to know that this wasn't something for ALL the teams. I ended up a laughing stock."
"No, you didn't," she countered, going over to him as she put on her jacket. "Seriously, Daniel," and she put on hand on his arm, giving him a very compassionate look, "we were the problem, and it was we who made a laughing stock out of ourselves. It wasn't any reflection on you."
"Uh huh, yeah, right." He turned away and removed his fatigue jacket, then his shirt. "You going now or do you want to watch me strip?" then he looked back over his shoulders to see her eyes go wide, and sensed a perfect time for a little payback. "I will, you know. I have no problems being nude," and his fingers quickly unbuttoned, unzipped, and began to push down his fatigue trousers, and boxers. Her eyes got wider and she blushed just as she saw the revealing skin of his hip. Daniel turned his head away, smiling wickedly as he bent over to make the motion of pushing his pants down.
"Uh, uh, going now," and she buzzed over to the door, and as she turned and saw more skin, she squeaked. Opening the door rather quickly, she added in a rush, "see ya later Daniel and I really am sorry," then split with another squeak just as his trousers cleared his ass.
He snorted. He could always do that to her. Every. Single. Time. Gotcha ! His attention was diverted by the shit-eaten grin on Jack's face, which he could see very clearly over the half-doors of his dressing room.
"Daniel, you are so mean."
He gave Jack that completely fake "I don't know what you mean" look, then smirked and concentrated on removing his trousers only. Putting them in his locker, he grabbed a few towels and just before he started to remove his boxers, he was reminded that Sam wasn't the only one he could make blush when he wanted to. He had made Jack blush a few times during the class, but it was innocently done.
Now, it would not be so innocent. Actually, it would be no where near innocent. He set the towels down and with his backside facing Jack, he slowly removed his shorts. He knew Jack would be staring, if only briefly and with cautious glances.
Jack cleared his throat. Daniel smiled. Gotcha, too, rat bastard.
"Um, Daniel, listen, I'm sorry, too, 'bout the class," he said, finally emerging from his dressing room, a towel wrapped around his waist, and passing behind Daniel to the shower cubicles in the adjoining room.
"S'okay, Jack. How could artistically-deficient people possibly understand such a simple idea as image rubbing? I should've known better."
"Hey now, we're not all complete idiots."
"Well, I know you're not, but I could've had a little support from you, in there. You're the 2IC. You could have done something."
Jack's voice echoed back from the tiled shower room. "I know, but like Sam said earlier, it wasn't a good idea for a class. Either a syllabus or maybe a hands-on field class would be better."
"I'll give you hands-on," Daniel muttered. Jack didn't hear him. The water was now running. Grabbing his towels, he went to the cubicle he often used, his shampoo and such still inside on the shelf. Since the four of them now had their own team shower room, they could afford to leave their stuff on the corner shelves, knowing who's stuff belonged to who and not having to worry about items disappearing.
He stepped inside, turned on the water, wet himself down, then began to wash with his sponge and liquid body soap. He could smell Jack's soap in the cubicle next to him. Sandalwood. That stuff damn near gave him an erection every time he smelled it. Not just from the scent, but knowing that it was Jack's scent. The man was impossibly sexy. A lot of his anger died at that moment, and he decided to leave it be, instead of dwelling on it. He was still irritated however, and still felt a need for "revenge" of some sort.
Maybe it was time to give Jack lessons in the art of real frottage. The idea made him smile and laugh quietly.
He knew Jack was attracted to him, and Jack knew that he was attracted to Jack. They'd had that talk a few months earlier. It still made Daniel shake his head at the reason for the talk in the first place.
Just before it, they'd had the biggest fight of their whole friendship. It had damn near destroyed them. They had never, ever, traded blows before. But this time...it had finally happened. The cause of it all had been Jack's bizarre attitude and Daniel's own stubbornness during that one really fucked up mission. A lot of things built up to their final blow out.
It happened after that fucking android had made those goddamn replicators, then busted his wrist. Before that, it had been Jack having said those words to him. None of that made sense. Jack had some kind of burr up his ass that day. Took it out on him.
Then Jack had come into the locker room later - it had been around 1 am - and he'd been so mad at Daniel he'd actually grabbed him by his broken wrist, telling him not to ever put his life on the line for a stupid fucking robot. The moment Jack had grabbed his wrist...well, he'd howled in pain. Teal'c had heard him and had come running out of the shower room just in time to see him land a punch across Jack's left cheek. Jack had stumbled backward, then had fallen over the bench behind him. That hadn't hurt as much as it had embarrassed him.
Daniel remembered it vividly. Jack had gotten up slowly...and launched himself at him. Daniel remembered the full weight of his body as Jack had forced him back into his dressing room, knocking him down to land sprawling on the floor, landing on top of him and damn near knocking the wind out of his lungs. Jack'd pulled his hand back as if to hit him and Teal'c had moved to stop him.
That's when things turned...interesting. Jack had hit him, but not in the face. He'd cuffed him upside the head instead. His expression had changed from one of extreme anger to one of surprised frustration. And Teal'c had stopped.
He remembered meeting Teal'c's eyes as he hovered behind Jack, his arm outstretched - paused in mid-motion. Teal'c's eyes changed also. From confusion to understanding. Daniel remembered trying to understand what it was that Teal'c understood. He remembered meeting Jack's eyes - those dark gold-flecked chocolate eyes. Remembered thinking right at that moment that that's what color they were. Then he'd noticed the iris' size. That it was too large. Too large. As if he were on tranquilizers or something. But Jack wasn't, and hadn't been, on any medication. Then Daniel had felt IT. Jack's erection, through his uniform. And his own erection, pressing against Jack's. Their quick and hurried breathing, exertions from fighting, from the adrenalin rush of fear and anger...it had changed to one of knowing realization, desire, and....panic.
Jack had gotten up carefully, then had helped Daniel to his feet, avoiding his broken wrist. He'd turned to Teal'c and told him it was over. He apologized to the big guy and then apologized to Daniel in front of Teal'c. After Teal'c had gone, Jack had showered, changed, then come over to the bench in front of Daniel's locker and sat down.
Daniel had shut his locker, turned, and had sat down next to him. Without looking at each other, they'd had a déjà vu conversation. A similar repeat of one they'd had three years earlier.
"You know I..."
"I know..." and Daniel had paused, then said, "You know I..."
"Yeah, I know..." then added, "You know we can never..."
Daniel had remembered letting out a deep sigh of disappointment before answering, making Jack peer over at him in surprise. "Yeah, I know, Jack."
That was all that was ever said. Things were "assumed" from then on, and though they each wanted answers, they'd left it alone. Jack's professionalism kept them at a distance, their relationship platonic, dotting it occasionally with the tiniest bit of flirtation, but nothing more than that. Daniel wasn't really happy about it, but he respected Jack's unspoken decision and had, therefore, never broached the subject with him.
Daniel often wondered how much experience Jack had with men, and his instincts told him that Jack had some. Having been married, he figured Jack for being bisexual, just as he was. Jack wasn't the type of man to be cavalier with his sex life, and neither was he. But after they'd come to mend their friendship, that UST thing was becoming just as surreal as that damn class had been earlier.
The very subtle flirtations had increased. To have more than a few in one day was almost more then he could take. He wanted Jack now. Wanted Jack to move over into his shower and fuck him right then and there.
Daniel slid his hand down and stroked his belly, feeling his cock twitch as it swelled. Maybe it was time to make the move he felt was inevitable. But how? He wasn't ready to receive a full rejection, so maybe he should just "woo" Jack with a little game of Double Entendre, just like in the class.
He smiled again. This could be fun. Really, really fun. Maybe...he could finally get Jack to let his guard down and give in to what they both wanted.
Lesson number one: How to get Jack O'Neill hot and bothered.
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Lesson One
Jack's voice startled Daniel out of his deep thinking.
"Daniel?" Jack asked tentatively.
"Jack?" Daniel asked, keeping his voice free from stress, and purposely making himself sound like he was in a good mood.
Jack heard the sound of his voice and hoped that Daniel was done being mad. The younger man never stayed mad for long.
"You forgive me?"
Daniel closed his eyes at the sound of the soft apologetic plea in Jack's voice. Did Jack realize he spoke in erotic undertones? He tried with all of his willpower to keep his hand away from his dick. One step in that direction...and he'd give Jack a show Jack was not ready for...yet.
Instead, Daniel sighed with over-dramatic impatience, a sign always to Jack that all was forgiven. Except, Jack didn't know about the reason behind the forgiveness.
"Sure, Jack, but. . . . ."
Uh oh. There's a condition.
"But?"
"Allow me to give you the expertise I've learned?" he asked, then smiled to himself. Nice phrasing, Jackson.
Jack didn't answer right away, which told Daniel he was thinking about what he said.
"Which expertise is that, Daniel?" Jack asked as he rinsed his face and hair, letting the water run down his back as he pulled his head out from the water to listen.
Damn the man's evasiveness. "On the Art of Frottage, Jack." Daniel purposely rolled the "r" in the frottage.
If Jack didn't know better, he'd swear Daniel was pulling one on him. Well, if he was? Feeling a little playful tension inside him, and the fact that Daniel was standing naked and wet in the cubicle next to him, he decided to let Daniel have his fun. Only fair.
"That's rubbing, right?" he asked, deliberately obtuse.
"Jaaack." Daniel rolled his eyes. "Whyyyyy do you do that?"
Jack snorted. "Because I know it bugs the crap out of you."
Daniel's turn to snort. "I figured," and he rinsed the lather from his body, having found the will to control himself for now. "Well, since you know what the word is, do you know how to rub?"
"Excuse me?" Jack knew he didn't hear the man correctly.
Daniel smiled. "I said, do you know how to rub?"
He did hear him correctly.
Where was Daniel going with this? And why is it turning me on? He doesn't mean....he's not talking about the other rubbing.......is he? Something in his voice...a little impishness, maybe. Yep. Impishness. The boy could be very good at it. Well, two could play that little game...and he snorted again, quietly.
"Daniel, I know how to rub. Are you sure we're talking about the right rubbing here?" Oh no...that wasn't subtle.
"Oh, I know what I'm talking about, Jack," Daniel replied, deliberately vague. "For instance, in say, the first lesson, there's the art of the fine rubbing."
"Fine rubbing?"
"Fine. Which means to rub very lightly in order to bring out the tiniest detail. Rubbing too hard, right away, and the rub is ruined. One has to start light, like a whisper. . .like the brush of a feather."
"Ohhh," Jack replied, his answer morphing into a groan as he leaned on the shower wall. This was going to be good. Daniel was in a very teasing mood now. When he got like this after being mad, all fuckin' bets were off. If he wasn't careful, he could get them both into some serious trouble. . . .if he decided to let things progress that far with Daniel.
Which, of course, he wouldn't. No way. Especially not here, in this shower, on the base.
Sensing it was okay to go on, that Jack had silently given his permission to take on this word game, he continued.
"So with Lesson one, you take the object to be rubbed and give it the barest brushing. Sometimes, this can take as much as half an hour."
"Barest brushing. . . . with a feather, or like a feather?" Jack asked, grinning mischievously.
"Like a feather, Jack," Daniel answered, chuckling softly.
"Ah," Jack replied, shaking his head, causing beads of water to run down his face.
"I can show you." Daniel said, grinning madly at the anticipated reaction.
Jack stood straight up from the wall. What did he just say? He didn't respond. He heard Daniel's shower turn off, and his mouth dropped open, not daring to think, or move. He just waited.
Daniel knew damn well what Jack was thinking, expecting, whether he wanted it to happen or not. Wrapping his towel around his waist, he started to leave, then stopped and looked around into Jack's cubicle, startling him.
"Coming?" he asked, his eyebrows going up in expectation, then turned and headed into the other room.
Jack blinked. Not yet. He let out a calming breath, but despite his best efforts, he felt a little swelling action beginning down below. He sighed, still not sure if Daniel was serious. . .and what he might be serious about. Jack found Daniel toweling off in front of his locker, and padded over to his own. Without looking at him, he began to dry off.
"Well?" Daniel asked, innocently. "You want me to show you? I have everything we'd need over at my place."
Jack's eyes got even bigger and he dared not turn around to let Daniel see his expression. He cleared his throat.
"Daniel, we're still talking about image rubbing, aren't we?"
Daniel squashed the grin all over his face before turning around to face Jack. . .a still butt naked Jack, his backside facing him.
"Of course," and he had put on his most innocent expression. Jack turned his head and squinted, not sure if his friend was still teasing or not. Nah, of course he was. He'd only just heard him wrong. Still, it might be fun if he could somehow turn the tables on Daniel's little game of words. Daniel was going to toss bait, so maybe he'd toss it back and see what happened.
Jack nodded at him, keeping his face as neutral as possible. "Sure, Danny. Sounds. . .interesting."
"You never know, Jack. You might find it enjoyable," and he turned around to hide the smile he couldn't help but have.
Jack paused in the act of pulling on his cotton trousers. He has got to be kidding, right?
. .
Daniel hung up both their coats as Jack wandered into the kitchen and over to the dining table to sit down. Whatever Daniel was going to "show" him, it would probably be here or in his office study.
"There's stuff in the fridge to drink, Jack. Help yourself."
Daniel went into his office and grabbed a few charcoal pencils, properly shaved, and his roll of rice paper. He walked back into the kitchen and set them on the table. Jack had grabbed himself a beer from the small stock that Daniel kept specifically for his visits. Sometimes that stock took a long time to dwindle down, but at least their friendship was back on track again. Nothing would disturb that ever again.
And tonight. . .was Lesson One in how to teach Jack O'Neill the fine art of getting what you want. His "Instruction" for Jack O'Neill was forming inside his mind and all he needed to have was the chance to implement it. And he would. . .given the opportunity. Lesson One-A already worked. The showers. Now, onto One-B. How long this chapter would be would depend entirely on Jack. He knew he'd get Jack to come around eventually. Now should be the perfect time because Jack seemed up for it.
The only thing Daniel hadn't figured out yet was the "subject" for rubbing, and how to get it so that the subject became Jack and himself, and not a piece of writing or something embossed. Best not to dally then, but he was incredibly nervous. He took down the bottle of JD he had and poured himself a small drink, then added ice.
"I didn't know you had JD," Jack said in a pouting voice.
"Well, then, toss the beer and I'll pour you one," Daniel said matter-of-factly, holding the bottle up and retrieving a glass from the cupboard.
Looking dubiously at the beer, he lamented, "But it's new."
"You don't have to have the beer, you know," and held the bottle of JD up, waiting. Grinning, Jack nodded at the bottle of JD and then got up to pour the beer down the drain. Daniel fixed his drink and handed it to him. When Jack sat back down, Daniel walked over to the rice paper and tore off a two-foot strip.
"Most rubbings can be achieved with a minimum of fuss, but a lot of the good ones have a lot of detail worked into them. It's always best to start light, feather light," and he grinned at Jack, who he could see was relaxing nicely. He picked up his drink and took a long sip. "Now, it's probably best to find a subject with a lot of raised detail," and he looked around his kitchen. Then he looked down at his button-down shirt. "Ah, this'll do. Out in the field, one can never have the perfectly flat surface, so this will serve as a minimum example."
Daniel picked up one of the pencils and held the rice paper against his chest. He walked up in front of Jack, put the pencil in his hand, then placed his hand over Jack's and began to glide it barely over the paper.
"Are you sure. . ."
"Relax your hand, Jack. You can't do this correctly if you're not relaxed. You have to let your hand glide over your subject or the rubbing won't come out right."
He felt Jack's hand relax and Jack's eyes actually widened as minute impressions from the buttons on Daniel's shirt formed on the paper. Then the barest whisper of charcoal formed the hinted ripples and curves of Daniel's shirt. Daniel let go of Jack's hand and stood away, holding up the rice paper.
"See? Not bad for a start."
"You were holding my hand," Jack said softly, intimating that he didn't do it himself.
"Well, it's always best to be guided into these things, especially with someone to help you find the subtle secrets of the craft."
Jack made a soft growling sound in his throat. "Maybe you should show me something easier to start with."
The corner of his mouth rose a little as he stared into Jack's soft brown eyes. "Okay, let's see what I can find."
"I need a refill first," Jack said, tossing the rest of his drink down.
Daniel looked, smiled, then nodded. He downed his own drink and poured another for Jack and himself. Taking a sip, he looked around the room, then ventured into the foyer that led to the living room. He stared at a landscape painting on the short wall.
"We can start with this, I think."
He moved back over to the table and set down his drink, tore off another strip of rice paper and gestured Jack to follow him. He had Jack stand before the painting, holding the rice paper up over the canvas, and he walked behind him, placing the pencil back into his hand. He held his hand over Jack's again, keeping his own body just behind Jack's. His groin was at perfect level with Jack's ass and as he looked down, it made such an inviting target that Daniel was lost in fantasy for a very brief second. Shaking himself out of it, he moved Jack's hand, with the pencil, over the rice paper, barely lifting charcoal impressions off the painting's dried and preserved brushstrokes.
"There. . .just like that. . .soft, whisper soft. . .getting the finest detail. . ." then he pressed Jack's hand just slightly harder onto the paper, picking up more of the charcoal, and more impression. "Rubbing takes a great deal of concentration, and a lot of trial and error in finding out how much pressure and friction to use to get your desired result."
As Daniel spoke, his soft tone seemed to vibrate from Jack's ear, down the side of his neck, down to the small of his back, and straight into his groin. He was definitely getting harder. He wasn't so sure he should be playing this game with Daniel, but he had no desire whatsoever to stop. He wanted to see where it would lead, just as he wanted to see where the charcoal pencil would go next. Maybe it was time to up Danny's stakes a little.
However, just as those thoughts ran through his mind, he felt the lightest touch from Daniel's groin against his ass. All of a sudden, the half-erection he'd been forming became a full one. He inhaled sharply, then cleared his throat. He started to turn and Daniel cleared his own throat and backed away, taking the pencil from his hand and stared down at the drawing on the paper.
"Well, that's much more the thing."
Jack stared at Daniel, amazed at Daniel's effort for control. His eyes nodded at the pencil drawing on the paper, then shifted downward, catching the very clear outline of Daniel's erection through his much thinner linen trousers. It almost looked as if Daniel had gone "commando" but Jack had seen him get dressed, and knew Daniel was wearing boxers. He cleared his throat and didn't look Daniel in the eye, though he knew that Daniel had seen where his eyes had travelled. Jack glanced around, keeping his eyes from Daniel's.
"So, that's one surface. What's next?" His voice was gravelly. He walked back over to the table and took a long sip from his whiskey.
"Well, um, is there anything you'd like to try, Jack?" Daniel asked, not hiding the subtlety of the question. He laid the paper and pencil down on the table and looked evenly at him. He didn't know how much longer this game could go on without them touching each other, in some way, to relieve the tension.
Jack stared into his drink, smelling it's sharpness mixed with the melting ice. That smell had forever become a "Daniel" smell to him. Now, it was...well, to use the pun, intoxicating. Suddenly, things became a lot clearer to him, though he didn't understand how or why yet. He pulled a 'Daniel' look and peered up at Daniel through his lashes, then he slowly raised his head, keeping his eyes locked on the blue ones staring back.
Jack set his glass down and tore off a foot-long strip from the roll of paper. Picking up the pencil, he motioned the wall behind him. "Over here," he said quietly. Daniel didn't say a word; he just moved over to the wall. Jack very gently pushed Daniel to stand against the wall, then laid the rice paper over his shirt again, only this time, he held the paper over Daniel's open collar. "Hold still. Let me see if I can do this myself."
"I'm sure you can, Jack." Daniel watched Jack's face as Jack focused on the paper, pressing his body very close to Daniel's. Only his arms touched him, naturally, but Jack positioned his hips so that he was barely a millimeter away from Daniel's groin.
Jack's hand began to move the pencil, and he found himself concentrating not on the pencil's result, but where the front of his crotch was. "This isn't working too well. Got any suggestions?"
Daniel's breath was becoming shorter and his heart was beating rapidly. He was so fucking turned on right now that he couldn't see straight. His glasses became redundant. Easing a hand up slowly, he removed them, the tossed them on the table.
"I told you not to move."
"Sorry, but they weren't doing me any good, seeing as I'm the subject right now."
Jack looked up from his pencils' tiny movements. "Ah, well...so any suggestions, yet?"
Daniel licked his lips and made sure his head laid back against the wall so he could watch Jack's face, not his hand.
Oh, I've plenty of them. "Well, you need to brush against your subject just a little more broadly, with firm, straight movements."
Jack didn't move his hand at Daniel's suggestion. He moved his body, specifically, his hips. With the slightest, barest effort, the outline of his erection teased Daniel's. The hinted touch sent spine-tingling shivers through both of them. The time had come, and the moment was there, with them. It was now or never. Time to retreat or move ahead. Should things stay the same, or should they risk change?
Jack decided to risk change. He moved his hips again, brushing their groins together, but with the most minimal of contact.
"That's it, Jack," Daniel panted softly. "Subtle movements. Draw out the detail of your subject." The need, controlled only slightly, was very apparent in Daniel's voice.
"This angle is a little difficult, Daniel," Jack growled in frustration, feeling the goosebumps rising over his skin as his erection throbbed and strained through his clothes. The outlined ridges of their erections touched, but did not press together. The movement was very hard to maintain.
"Sometimes a little more pressure is needed to maintain contact, Jack," he said, his breath coming in shorter and shorter pants.
Jack's breathing shortened too, and it was taking a great deal of effort on his part to keep his breath from moving into audible gasps. He shifted the paper, and then his crotch. Pressing a little more, his body ignited the moment their dicks felt each other. Though their clothes, they felt each other "twitch."
Jack looked into Daniel's eyes and watched as they darkened dramatically. "How's this, Daniel?"
"Fine," Daniel squeaked, then cleared his throat. Jack snorted and held back a laugh as only the corners of his lips raised up. "Um, fine, but if you were to osculate you may find that the amount of pressure required will come of its own accord."
Jack's lips twitched themselves into a bigger grin. He felt the skin along his face and neck become damp, as well as the skin under his shirt and around to the small of his back. He also noticed the dampness forming over Daniel's upper lip and it looked sooo inviting. Jack let go of the pencil and the paper, leaving it to fall to the floor. He placed both palms on the wall on either side of Daniel's face. Watching each other's reactions through their eyes, they remained quiet for a moment. When neither moved away, silent permission was given.
Jack rocked his hips forward ever so slightly, creating the tiny bit of friction needed to send chills through their bodies and make each other gasp aloud.
He bent his head closer, brushing his lips just barely over Daniel's. "How's that, Daniel?" Jack asked, still maintaining some semblance of control.
Daniel closed his eyes and focused on his breathing. Intense! This was so intense! If it was to last, he needed to maintain control just as Jack was. He opened his eyes, staring down at Jack's mouth. He wanted him soooo bad. He wanted to taste those lips, that agile tongue of his.
"It's good, Ja-ack," he choked out in a whisper. "Remember, in order to get the most out of your subject, you need to be able to give yourself over to it, to take the time to explore it fully...to draw out it's hidden resources.."
Jack smiled wolfishly. "Ahhh, I can do that. I can definitely DO that." His hips rocked forward a little more, creating one single back-and-forth motion. "Like this?"
"Yes," Daniel squeaked, his eyes full of want and need. It was getting harder to control his desire.
Jack grinned again, the want and need just as apparent on his own face. "What about this?" he asked and he pressed his chest into Daniel's, still keeping his lips just brushing his friends'. His hips rocked once more.
"Yes," Daniel repeated approvingly. "But..."
Jack raised a brow in question. "But?" His lips moved against Daniel's as he spoke, and the smell of the whiskey on his breath made Daniel moan. He didn't answer Jack right away, trying to find the right words and to be able to form them coherently.
"More pressure," he finally said, his voice so soft that Jack only knew what he said because he'd been looking at his lips.
"Is this part of rubbing, Daniel?" he asked in a slightly louder whisper.
"It is in my class," Daniel stated hoarsely. "Please, Jack."
Taking pity on his subject, Jack pressed his own lips against his, very surprised by their softness, their gentleness, their taste. He darted his tongue between his lips as he opened his mouth.
Daniel parted his lips, inviting the wet tongue inside. It took all of his strength to keep his hands pressed against the wall, not to reach out and touch Jack.
The kiss was delicious, but all too short. Jack pulled away slowly.
"Is there anything else I need to know, Danny?" he asked, his dark eyes gazing into Daniel's half-lidded ones.
Daniel swallowed hard and nodded...barely. "Yes, Jack. But for right now, not really..."
"I'm sensing an 'and, but, so, or therefore'," then Jack grinned lustfully, teasingly.
"Um, a 'but'...you need to make sure that the surface of your subject is dirt free and properly exposed for your...rubbing." Daniel literally blushed then, but from barely contained excitement, not embarrassment.
Jack grinned even wider. "I think that can be managed easily," he whispered.
Jack decided that it was time to take this little game of their seriously. He kicked off his shoes, then opened his trousers and pulled them off, letting them drop on the chair behind him. He stood before Daniel with a raging hard on. Daniel looked down and sucked in his breath. Jack never looked so glorious. "Now, let's see what we have here," Jack continued in another whisper as he unbuttoned and unzipped Daniel's pants.
Daniel closed his eyes and let out another moan as he felt Jack's hands brushing against his erection, then along his skin, sliding over his hips and down his thighs. Another tiny sound emitted from his throat and he closed his mouth.
Jack slipped off Daniel's pants and dropped them on top of his. Staring at Daniel's hard flesh, he quickly removed his own shirt, then unbutton Daniel's. Slipping it off his shoulders, he let it drop to the floor to join his own.
He stepped forward and without touching his body to Daniel's, he took Daniel's hands in his and pressed them against the wall, as before, on either side of his head. He looked down between them and watched his cock, bobbing with the need for release.
"Well, Daniel," he croaked, "Your surface is clear and appears quite ready," then he gave Daniel a leering smile. "So, feather light touches, right Danny?"
Daniel's eyes were almost completely black now. "Yes, Jack," he replied softly.
With his dick, he ever so lightly rubbed the length along Daniel's, creating no friction at all. Only touch. Their bodies jerked and vibrated with the erotic sensations. Only their cocks touched.
"More?" Jack asked, becoming breathless.
"More," Daniel agreed, his breathing matching Jack's.
Jack pressed his erection into Daniel's, moving up and down on his feet until he had both dicks pointing upward and pressed against each other, and into each other's abdomens. The 'touch' took a few minutes and both men were panting harshly now.
"Now what?"
"Friction," Daniel panted, staring at Jack's mouth, then into his eyes. "Friction needs to be achieved for a successful rubbing."
"Friction," Jack repeated, finding Daniel's lips and probing his tongue inside. His hips began to move. At first, very light, soft rocking, but the rocking soon escalated into slow, powerful thrusting motions.
Daniel broke the kiss to breathe, gasping out soft cries of lustful need. "Yes, Jack. Like that. Just like that."
"You like this?" and he teasingly thrust harder.
Daniel gasped louder. "Yes, it's perfect, Jack. You're perfect."
"Good. Always have been a quick study." Kissing Daniel again, then rubbing his whole body against his, Jack increased his tempo, his own need becoming urgent. He wanted to fuck Daniel so bad, wanted Daniel to fuck him. Wanted to feel him buried so deep inside...
The thought made him rub himself into Daniel a lot faster, a lot harder. The sweat that built up between them caused the friction to lessen as their bodies slid deliciously over each other. Jack pressed his hips and groin as hard as he could against Daniel's equally sweaty body, thrusting in small movements to keep the friction going. He could feel it, the tightening, the heat. It was coming.
"Daniel!" he gasped, "I...I...I'm..oh God, Daniel!" and he kissed him hard and came explosively, the warm liquid shooting out between them.
Daniel would have called out in his own release, but Jack's mouth was devouring him, silencing him as he came and came. Daniel's orgasm ripped powerfully through his body and his throat released short cries of pleasure, the sound hitting the back of Jack's mouth. Their hands released and reached out to grab hold of each other as they rode out their orgasmic tremors.
As their sweat-soaked bodies cooled, they broke the kiss and opened their eyes, taking in each other's post-coital beauty.
"Wow, Daniel," Jack said roughly, grinning that beautiful smile. "You certainly know how to get me to learn, don'tcha?"
Daniel gave back the smile he used only for Jack. "Only when you really want to, Jack."
Jack kissed him softly. "So now what?"
Daniel sighed and tightened his arms, feeling their bodies becoming slightly sticky. "Right now?"
Jack nodded.
"Shower. Then we have some dinner and then you go home and sleep in your own bed."
Jack frowned in disappointment.
"Tomorrow, though.." Daniel added.
"Tomorrow?" Hope rose in that voice.
Daniel smiled wickedly. "Lesson Two."
Jack's brows lifted in surprise, then a gleam of anticipation sparkled through his eyes. He gave Daniel the same wicked smile in return.
"I can't wait."