It was just after lunch time at the SGC. Things were generally quiet as only two teams were off-world and SG1 had only office duties that day. Problem was, SG1 wasn't exactly having a normal office-work kind of day. All of it was due to the devious actions of a certain Archaeologist bent on revenge.
Daniel half-ran into his office, shut and locked the door, then leaned against the door and let out a slow breath.
"Jesus! That went well. I think I'm in some serious trouble," he whispered aloud.
Daniel's body was strung as tight as a harp. His nerves were on fire. He'd just barely escaped from teasing the hell out of Jack and succeeded in winding up not just Jack, but also himself. He rubbed his groin with the palm of his hand and groaned as his erection only gained in hardness.
"Yes, Daniel, I think that went rather well...and you are in serious trouble." Jack stepped out from the other side of the large bookcase.
Eeek!
"Jack! How...how the hell did you get here before me?" he managed to say as his eyes bugged out of his head.
"I'm good," Jack growled and stalked toward him.
Eeep!
..
That morning...
When Daniel arrived at work, he was fully prepared to implement his plans of revenge on his co-workers. Making Sam blush yesterday wasn't the only thing he had planned for her.
Meeting up with his teammates in the commissary didn't go as planned as they'd already been in, so he grabbed a donut and headed for his office to get his third cup of coffee.
After downing that quickly, his next item on the revenge agenda was the gym. Jack may have gotten off the hook - more or less - but Daniel was still miffed that Jack hadn't helped him out yesterday. So, payback for Jack, too.
Daniel knew that both Teal'c and Jack would be there, in the gym. Teal'c held early morning classes on his Chulak version of martial arts' training and Jack worked out a little bit every morning. Usually, Jack waited until the classes were nearly over so that there wouldn't be so many sweaty, smelly bodies in there by the time he himself had worked up a sweat. Sometimes Daniel would join him, helping to spot his bench-press weights while Teal'c would be busy with his own body-building exercises. Today was one of those days, and it was perfect timing. The gym should be empty, except for those three.
Daniel made his way to the gym after changing into his workout sweats. He hoped that only Jack would be there, but somehow doubted he would be. Sam and Janet would often work out with them, since they didn't have to worry about their appearance in front of their close male friends. Their presence, and Teal'c's, wouldn't bother him. In fact - it might just provide certain opportunities to give back a little of the embarrassment he got yesterday. Even Janet had snickered, though he didn't hear a sound coming out of her mouth. The same with Sam. But the two of them, along with Jack, did nothing to help him out. Teal'c could be excused. He was generally above such nonsense, even if he did find the whole thing amusing. Besides - getting back at Teal'c was something he'd reserve for another time. He didn't know what he'd do, but teasing Teal'c the way he'd planned on teasing the others would NOT be on the agenda. Teal'c might actually reciprocate and he wasn't prepared to handle that. Jack was the only one he wanted reciprocating his advances...er, actions. He didn't have to worry about Sam and Janet responding in any way other than blushing embarrassment. Nope, no worry there. Sam knew about him; so did Janet. So did Teal'c, actually, and the big guy knew about his feelings for Jack, too. The three of them had become his confidants and 'listeners' during the estranged times of his and Jack's friendship.
Now, however, Daniel was about to test the boundaries of his close friendship with his female friends...if they were there.
Daniel stepped through the double doors. Yep, they were there, and it looked like they were halfway through. He knew their regimen as much as they did. The last thing they worked on was their leg presses. After the other stuff, they'd be tired and needing to sit down. Leg presses were perfect for that. Right now, the arm presses were working them to death.
Teal'c was in the other room, the vacant one that held only impact mats. A few students were getting their egos bruised, along with their asses.
The two women greeted him jovially enough - as could be allowed through puffing breaths - as he grabbed a towel and went over to one of the stretching mats nearby.
Jack wasn't in there yet. Daniel figured he would be soon enough. He didn't feel the least bit embarrassed about what happened between them last night and he hoped Jack still felt the same as he did when he left last night. After dinner, they'd wanted to have more intimate lessons on the art of rubbing, but Jack got up early during the week, so he had to leave. Before walking out the door, he'd touched Daniel on the arm, lingering his fingers there for an extra long time, then he was gone. Daniel had been so turned on by that simple touch that he'd had to jerk off immediately afterward.
Sitting down on the mat to stretch, Daniel took his time, waiting for Jack to show up. As expected, Jack showed up soon after, spotting Daniel on the floor. Jack didn't join him; he merely smiled softly at him, a kind look in his eyes.
"Daniel."
"Jack."
Unconsciously, Daniel let out a slow breath of relief. They were fine. Jack not joining him didn't have anything to do with it, either. He tended to do his own version of stretching exercises in the gear up room. His one gimpy knee didn't care for kind of stretching Daniel did. Which was, at the moment, just fine and dandy with Daniel.
Daniel spread his legs at that moment, his form fitting sweats stretching across his groin, giving a slightly detailed account of his family holdings. Jack noticed and smirked a warning at him, the warning held only in his eyes. Daniel purposely chose to ignore, smirking back at Jack as he held his gaze and lowered his upper body completely to the mat, spreading out his arms, his legs parallel, making him look like a roman numeral " I ". He slowly turned his gaze away as he turned his head to the side and laid himself flat, feeling the muscles of his inner thighs pulling a little.
Jack shook his head and proceed on his quad pulls, dropping his eyes to concentrate. Daniel let him be for now, and concentrated on his legs, pressing his upper body over one leg, then the other. Janet and Sam had slowed down to watch, jealous that he was so damn flexible. Janet was just as jealous (actually, envious would be the better word) of Cassie's ability to do the same thing. The girl was as limber as a gymnast.
Daniel hoisted his back up on his hands and began scissoring his legs...slooooowly. It was a good exercise, but it just happened to provide a particularly wicked, and exhibitionistic display of his "attributes". He was wearing tighter boxers this time, but they were made of very thin cotton, allowing a lot of breathing for exercising. Was it his fault they happened to accentuate the "positive"?
Janet and Sam kept sending particular glances his way, but during this one specific exercise, they'd paused, getting a very good eyeful. Jack noticed and cleared his throat at them, making them blush furiously. Daniel noticed but pretended that he hadn't been paying attention. He didn't smile or smirk. He kept his face an expression of concentrated stretching. Inwardly, he was laughing his ass off. "Gotcha!" he declared to himself. It wasn't much of a victory, as others would see it anyway, but it was to him. Not much could make those two women blush, especially Janet. The only people who seemed to manage it were himself and Jack. Well, Jack with Sam, anyway. Nothing he did could embarrass Janet. If he pulled rank, or a practical joke, on her, she always got even during booster shot time. Ow.
Daniel was absurdly proud of the fact that he seemed to be the only one to make Janet blush. Janet didn't fancy him, so that wasn't the reason. They were good friends, but somehow, he had always managed to make her blush. It could be because she had an irritating habit of seeing him as an innocent twenty-something young man, instead of the worldly-wise 36-year-old that he was. It didn't bother him so much as it once had. Anyone else though, and he got pissed.
Daniel stood up and placed his feet wide, bending low to touch his nose to each knee. He purposely had his back to Jack and the women. This wasn't for their benefit, either. It was for Jack's.
Daniel saw, only briefly as he switched to touch his nose to the other knee, Janet look over at Jack as Jack had paused to stare. The moment was very quick, but it was enough for Jack to catch Janet looking at him and he'd looked away, managing somehow not to blush himself. He did, however, clear his throat, deciding to break Daniel's supposed concentration.
"Daniel, when you're through giving us an eyeful, do you think you might get your ass over here and spot me?"
Daniel snorted and stood up, looking over his shoulder. "Sure, Jack." He wiped himself off with his towel, then went over to the bench press and waited for Jack to lie down. He placed the key into the desired weight slot, then let Jack get to work on the fixed weights. When Jack finished, he got up and moved to the free weight press. Daniel waited until Jack placed the desired weights on each end, then lay down on the bench. Daniel straddled the bench, careful not to distract Jack just yet cause it was a bit dangerous right now. He picked up the weighted bar judiciously, then placed it in Jack's outstretched hands. After Jack got his balance and pressed a few reps, he pushed up for Daniel to take the bar, waiting for Daniel to add two smaller weights.
During this time, Sam and Janet had finished, wanting to get out of there before they got themselves a little more embarrassed - and Sam wanted to get into the shower first, before the boys arrived.
After they had gone, Daniel was left alone with Jack. Teal'c was still in the other room, but the wall and closed door separated the activities of the two rooms.
When Jack was through pressing the current weight, Daniel took the weight bar from him and set it carefully back into it's rest, holding onto it as he looked down into Jack's face. He let part of his leg lightly brush Jack's groin as he stepped away from the bench.
"Daniel..." Jack warned. "Don't be naughty."
"Who? Me?"
Jack sighed and sat up. "Okay, that's enough of you helping me on these weights. You can't be trusted."
Daniel turned and dropped his mouth in a false look of shock and dismay. "I can't be trusted?" Then he put his bottom lip out in a pout.
"Stop that," Jack warned again, "or you'll get a lot more than you're prepared to deal with." He shoved Daniel to sit down after he stood up and away from the bench. He wiped his face down with his towel and watched Daniel lay down. The younger man had a decidedly filthy look in his eyes.
"Spot me, Jack," he whispered seductively.
Jack snapped his towel on Daniel's leg, causing Daniel to protest.
"Ow, Jack. Some trainer you are."
"Behave, Danny. I'm warning you."
Daniel smirked as Jack adjusted the weights again, the straddled his legs over Daniel's chest. Daniel eyed Jack's groin.
"Don't even think about it, Daniel. Don't even."
Daniel affected an innocent look and then concentrated as Jack placed the bar into his hands. Pressing a few reps slowly, he managed to keep his gaze serious whenever he glanced back into Jack's eyes. Jack's eyes showed only sober intention as they worked. Daniel knew he was, but Jack was also getting hard. After the last rep, Daniel held the bar up, and as Jack placed his hands over the bar, Daniel made sure he held onto it as he quickly lifted his hips upward, bringing his body into brief contact with the inside of Jack's thighs. Jack glared at him as he took the bar from Daniel's hands.
"You're treading on thin ice, Daniel," Jack growled softly at him, the warning reflected in his dark eyes.
The look excited Daniel and his breathing and heart rate increased even more than they already had from the weight lifting. Jack stayed over him, staring down at him for a few seconds before stepped away. An image popped into Daniel's mind just then, one he tried to go away but once it invaded his mind, that was it: their pants around their ankles; his own legs pushed up to his chest; Jack banging away inside him, making him scream. Daniel flushed suddenly, but not in embarrassment. He tried like crazy to make his sudden erection go away. Jack smirked at him, noticing it's immediate rise.
"What were you thinking Daniel?" Jack asked in a daring tone.
"You really want to know?" Daniel asked, returning the tone.
Jack thought about it for a moment, then shook his head. "The mood you're in, maybe not."
Daniel took a deep breath as he grinned and sat up. Jack turned around, facing away from him as he towelled off again. Daniel got up and walked over to pick up his towel. Getting another wicked idea, he wiped his face, then placed the towel around his neck.
"Joining me in the showers, Jack?" he asked, coming up behind him. He quickly glanced at the door to make sure no one was watching, then brushed his erection against Jack's ass. Jack gasped and turned, grabbing Daniel by the arm, hard.
Daniel winced a little, seeing the dangerous glint in Jack's eye. Oops.
"Goddamn it, Daniel, you're really pushing it." He stared almost angrily in Daniel's widened blue eyes.
"I'm sorry," Daniel said, trying out a mollifying tone. It worked and Jack relaxed and let go of his arm.
"I'll be at the showers in a bit." His eyes softened then, rubbing down the reddened marks on Daniel's arm, left by the previously hard press of his fingers.
"Okay, Jack."
..
Daniel arrived at their gear up room, finding it empty, so Sam would now be in her lab. Undressing, he thought about what had just happened.
He had Jack thinking he was sorry. He smiled tentatively to himself. He was in NO way sorry, although he did realize that he'd pushed Jack almost too far. He only wanted to get Jack to have a little fun. This was, after all, one of their lazy days, filled only with office work. Something had to break up the tediousness of it all. And Jack did say he was looking forward to Lesson Two. What Jack didn't realize was that Lesson Two had already started. It had nothing whatsoever to do with relaxing, though. It had everything to do with tension-building.
Daniel got into the shower and soaped himself down, rinsed, then shampooed his hair. Just as he was rinsing, closing his eyes tightly to keep out the soap, he heard Jack's shower start up. Daniel said nothing to him, trying to formulate how he'd tease Jack next.
Leaving the shower, he couldn't yet think up an opportunity to do anything here. Well, nothing innocent anyway. He'd have to get Jack later. He was almost dressed when Jack finished his shower. He tried to keep his sight averted from Jack, trying another tack. Maybe it was time to let Jack think he had scared Daniel off. Maybe that was it. Go at Jack a little more subtlely.
Just before Daniel put on his fatigue jacket, Jack noticed the red marks were just barely visible under the sleeve of Daniel's black T. Daniel wasn't looking at him at all, either. Shit. Maybe he'd gone a little over the top with him, getting mad at him. Dressed in his own t-shirt and trousers, he padded over to Daniel, touching his arm.
"I'm sorry I grabbed you like that," he said in a soft apologetic tone.
Daniel glanced at his arm, then at Jack's face, but wouldn't meet his eyes. A typical reaction of his when he was embarrassed or upset. Trouble was, for Jack, that Daniel knew his own body language and could mimic it whenever necessary. He'd learned that growing up, alone and scared. It had gotten him out of plenty of bad situations.
This time, he didn't want to manipulate Jack like this, but he needed Jack to relax, so to speak. To get him to realize that teasing could take all forms, just as the lessons in frottage could. If Jack thought Daniel would be upset, he just might reconsider his rigid viewpoint on how to act at work during their less stressful days. After all, it was okay to joke around. Why couldn't they take it in another direction, as long as it was done discreetly. Well, kind of discreetly.
"Daniel?" Jack asked, breaking his deep thought.
"Hmm, what?"
"You kind of zoned out on me for a moment there. You okay?"
Daniel finally looked him in the eye and held his gaze for a moment, trying to silently communicate his intention to Jack. "I'm fine, Jack."
"Uh huh. You always say that, even when you're not." He started to step away when Daniel placed a hand on Jack's shoulder. Jack paused, letting Daniel's hand rest there. The movement gave Daniel the information he needed.
Jack wasn't mad. Jack was interested. He was just trying to be careful.
Daniel squeezed his shoulder. "I'm fine. Really. Apology accepted. Accept mine?"
Jack's eyes narrowed. "I would if I knew you were serious."
Crap. Busted. Jack was just too intelligent sometimes.
..
Lunchtime came around quickly and Jack, Sam, and Teal'c came 'round to snatch Daniel out of his office so he could get something to eat. Daniel stood last in line behind his teammates. Some roughhousing behind him pushed him into Jack. He reached out and grabbed Jack's arm.
"Daniel," came the warning.
"Jack, it wasn't my fault this time," Daniel protested.
Jack looked behind him and verbally reprimanded the 'boys' who were having their own form of teasing. "Hey! Do you mind?"
"Oh, Colonel O'Neill, sir, sorry, sir!" came the apology, echoed by the offender's cohorts. Shaking his head, Jack turned his gaze back around to pick out his side dishes as they moved up the line.
Daniel wasn't paying attention. His mind was rapidly trying to come up with something to tease Jack with when he bumped into Jack again. He felt the warmth of Jack's backside and automatically pressed just a tiny bit more of himself against Jack. It was another accident, even if it had presented a good opportunity. Jack turned and saw no one behind Daniel. He glared at him.
"I swear, Jack. Accident. I wasn't paying attention," and then his voice lowered to a whisper. "I got sidetracked by something else." Which was definitely true and Jack saw it reflected in his face.
He backed down and grinned back at Daniel. "You seem to do that a lot lately."
"I know."
Without thinking about it, Daniel placed a banana next to his salad, which was all he was hungry for. He grabbed some ice water and sat down at the table with his teammates.
When Daniel finished his salad, he started on his banana. For once, his presumed innocence came in handy, because, for once, he did behave innocently.
He'd peeled part of his banana and placed his mouth over it, letting his mind wander, not thinking about Jack or anyone else, but about the translation he'd been working on. He bit down slowly, and then also slowly chewed. Jack only half-paid attention, until Daniel went to take another bite. Jack stared, his eyes getting a little wider, and a little darker. Daniel did not bite. He mouthed the banana's end.
Jack kicked at him under the table, making Daniel realize what he was doing. Once that happened, he played it up. He met Jack's gaze, then he bit down...again, very slowly. He took in Sam's astonished look and Teal'c's bemused twinkle. Once he swallowed, he took a drink of water.
"Sorry, guys. I got distracted again. Thinking of that translation I'm doing."
"Uh huh. You're doing something naughty, that's what you're doing. Who's the target?" Sam asked, biting on the corner of her lip.
Damn. She was smart, too. He shook his head at her, refusing to tell her. She gave him a pouty look. Okay, time to lie.
"Sam, I swear, I was sidetracked." He affected his innocent look, which worked on her almost every time. Including this time. Sam nodded, then shrugged, as if she either bought his lie, or just decided to let it go. Jack only gave Daniel this intense look, one meant only for him. Silently, Jack asked him to knock it off. Daniel looked over to Teal'c, who gave him a raised brow and a tiny curve at the corner of his mouth, as if he approved or was merely amused again.
Crap. Didn't fool Teal'c. Damn man was too fuckin' smart.
Sam finished her lunch, then gave Daniel a 'behave yourself' look and left. Shit. Didn't fool her then. Teal'c stood up, gave them his version of a grin and walked out, his head held in that slightly smug pose he sometimes achieved. Daniel wondered then if the two of them knew what he was up to with Jack.
Didn't matter. Jack was giving Daniel warning daggers. Crooking a tiny smile, Daniel pushed the rest of his fruit into his mouth in one "going down" bite, and then rose from the table, chewing slowly.
Jack didn't look at him. Jack only took a bite from his slice of pie. Then said,
"You'd better run, Danny boy. You'd better run and hide. When I find you, you're dead meat," he said in the lowest tone possible, tinged with a dangerous, and sultry, edge. Daniel swallowed his fruit half-chewed. Picking up his water, he gulped it down before he choked on the banana, so to speak. He quickly left the commissary and headed for his office, preparing to barricade himself in there, if necessary.
On the way, he got way-laid by Janet, who needed him to come to the infirmary and get his updated medication.
"Okay, but later Janet. Okay?"
She noticed his nervousness. "Daniel?"
"I'm in kind of a hurry. I have to go get lost."
"Daniel," she said in that motherly tone.
"Don't start, Janet," and he hurried off, catching the elevator to floor 18.
~
Lesson Two
How your efforts can backfire...when you leave your work unfinished.
..
Jack was in his office!
"Jack! How...how the hell did you get here before me?" he managed to say as his eyes bugged out of his head.
"I'm good," Jack growled and stalked toward him.
Eeep!
Daniel turned around and tried to get out of his office but Jack was faster and took his key card out of his hand before the door was activated. Daniel backed away just as Jack's hand snaked out to grab him by the back of the neck. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, Daniel didn't back away far enough.
"Jack? You're not going to do anything to cause me pain...are you?" Daniel asked as he was backed up against the wall by the door. Jack put the key card in his fatigue jacket pocket and buttoned it closed. He then let go of Daniel's neck and enclosed his arm around his neck instead. Jack didn't say a word. He simply pressed his body up against Daniel's, rubbing his groin, and healthy erection, into Daniel's. Daniel gasped, then his air supply was cut off as Jack's lips found his in a deep, hungry kiss.
Daniel started to melt like chocolate under the sun.
Jack O'Neill was the only man he'd ever known who could do this to him.
Then Jack broke the kiss, slowly, tasting his lips, the hint of banana on his tongue and the hint of coconut on Daniel's. Daniel's eyes were darkened pools of lust. He was about to pull Jack into another kiss when Jack stepped away, making him frown. Jack pushed his groin into Daniel's, making him bite his lip and close his eyes as the pleasure shuddered through him.
Then Jack stepped away further, breaking their contact, unbuttoned his jacket pocket, opened the door, then handed Daniel back his key card. He leaned toward him, now behind the opened door, his lips inches from Daniel's.
"Gotcha!" and left Daniel standing there, his mouth dropped open in shock and surprise.
As Jack sauntered down the hall with a smug expression, a very audible curse followed him.
"You bastard!"
Jack O'Neill was the only man he'd ever known who could make him mad as hell, too.
..
He supposed he deserved some payback for teasing Jack the way he did, but Daniel was mad. He didn't deserve to be left hanging like that. He was so mad he avoided everyone the remainder of the day, especially that certain Colonel who's name was mud. Immersing himself in his work, he was able to concentrate and finish two more translations. By the time he was finished, it was 7:30 pm. He sighed. Well, at least he wouldn't be running into Jack now. He didn't feel like going home, but he'd run out of coffee. Locking up his office, he went home.
Daniel didn't sleep well. He was worked up and no amount of jerking off would fix it. He'd tried. He got up early and went in to work, bringing supplies with him, determined to stay in his office for the next few days, thereby staying the hell away from Jack O'Neill, not risking having Jack pop up at his house to tease him some more. Daniel would have understood, approved of it even, if Jack had returned the same similar teases, but what he did wasn't fair by any means.
Not fair at all.
During their mission briefing later that morning, Daniel testily asked General Hammond why he had to go on this naquada cake run. It was a run for Sam, so he wasn't needed, and could he please go back to his office and catch up on his backlog of work.
"Dr. Jackson, is there a problem?" Hammond asked.
Daniel realized how he must have sounded. "I'm sorry, sir, I had insomnia last night so I didn't get any sleep."
"Maybe you should go see Dr. Fraiser."
"Not necessary, sir. It'll pass. Happens when I let myself get too stressed out."
Hammond nodded understanding, and added that Daniel could be excused, but if Sam felt his presence was required, he was to go.
"Thank you, sir."
He was quiet during the rest of the briefing as Sam and the General discussed the information found from the MALP. Jack looked over at Daniel, who refused to look into Jack's face for more than a nanosecond. Teal'c looked over at Jack, frowning, giving Jack that "what did you do to him?" look. Jack saw it and in return, gave him his innocent "I did nothing wrong" look. Teal'c didn't buy it.
When the briefing was over, Daniel went back to his office and locked the door. This was one time he was not going to get over being mad anytime soon.
Within an hour, a knock came on the door.
"Who is it?"
"Daniel, it's me, your team leader. Open the door."
Crap. Technically, Daniel had to open it up for him. But "Jack O'Neill, aggravating friend" had better not speak.
Daniel got up and opened the door. "What?"
Jack stepped inside and closed the door, though he wasn't staying for long. He was dressed in his mission gear.
"What's going on?"
"I think you know."
"You're still mad?"
"I have nothing whatsoever to say to you right now."
Growling, Jack left, wishing he could slam the door shut, but his professionalism prevented it. He would NOT broadcast anymore difficulties with his teammates. There were already too many stupid rumours as it was, and besides, it gained only disrespect.
For the rest of the day, Daniel let his anger fuel him, which made it possible for him to focus on everything else BUT Jack. By the time his teammates returned, he'd gotten three more translations done. Maybe he should stay mad all the time, but he knew that he wouldn't last long. He'd self-destruct and give Janet a professional excuse to nag him to death, or sick MacKenzie on him. Neither MacKenzie or Daniel wanted that. They hated each other.
He glanced up at the clock. It was 8pm. And it was Friday. He hadn't seen Jack since he'd returned so Jack had gotten the message, unfortunately. Daniel had started to cool off by the time they'd returned and began to feel guilty for being mad for so long. However, by the time he'd decided to go find Jack, Jack had gone home. He didn't know if Jack had gotten mad in response to his anger, or just decided to give him some space. Either way, Daniel felt like he'd screwed things up between them.
He laid his head down on his desk and had almost dozed off when he was interrupted. Janet stopped by to give him his new medication which he hadn't picked up. When she noticed the tiredness of his voice, she ordered him to go home.
"Daniel, don't make me pull medical rank on you. Go home and get some sleep. Relax. Have a nice weekend."
Daniel knew it was useless to argue with her, so he locked up his office and went home. When he got inside his home, he set his things down and stared at the phone. No messages. He was going to walk away, but stopped.
"Screw it, this is stupid." He picked up the phone and dialed Jack's number. Jack didn't answer and after the third ring, the recorder picked it up. "Hey, Jack, it's me. Um, listen, I'm sorry for acting like an asshole. If you wanna talk about it, gimme a call, okay? Bye." He hung up the phone then went to his bedroom to change clothes. It was still a little light outside and still fairly warm so his house temperature was comfortable. Putting on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, he padded barefoot into the kitchen to make himself some coffee. Halfway through, he ditched the idea and poured himself a glass of wine instead. Turning on the stereo to the classical radio station, he then went out to the back patio, brushed off the lounger, and laid back. He set his wine glass on the table, then folded his arms over his chest and tried to think about what he wanted to have for dinner. He wasn't really hungry, but he knew he needed to eat. Before he realized it, he'd dozed off.
A sharp sound woke him up. He glanced around. It was still light outside, but it was sunset now. A few stars shown in the sky. The sharp report sounded again. A knock at his door. He considered ignoring it, but it might be Jack. He got up, carrying his wine glass with him, and went over and opened the front door.
It was Jack.
Daniel gave Jack a hesitant smile and backed away from the door, letting Jack step inside.
"Hey," Jack said, purposely brushing against Daniel as he walked past. The move made Daniel raise his brow in surprise, even as his dick came to attention as he smelled the sandalwood soap on his skin.
"Did you get my message?" he asked Jack, closing the door.
"Yeah. I was there. I was just screening my calls."
"Why didn't you pick up?"
"Well, I was on my way over anyway, so..."
"Oh." Daniel hesitated a moment. "Well, um..." He turned away for a moment, fiddling with a magazine on the bureau nearby.
"Danny?"
"Yeah?"
"Are we okay?"
Daniel looked over at him, hearing the hope in his voice, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yeah, we're okay."
Jack's tense stance visibly relaxed. "Good."
"I got mad..."
"How come?"
"Always finish what you start."
"I'm sorry I did that to you. I was a shit."
"I'm sorry I pushed you."
They were both a little nervous, edgy, keeping their distance.
"What you did in the gym, Danny..."
"I'm so--"
"No, don't be sorry," Jack said, moving over to him. "I've never been so goddamn turned on in my life. And I've never had someone do that to me...especially at work."
Daniel felt a flush rising and tried and failed to suppress it. "I got a bit carried away with that banana, but I swear, I didn't start that on purpose."
"That broke me, Danny. I really wanted to have you, right there on the table...in front of everyone."
Daniel's flush increased. "And I really, really wanted you to fuck me, right there in my office, by the door."
They didn't move nearer to each other, but they both let out long breaths.
"So, now what?" Jack asked. "Have any more lessons planned?"
Daniel felt himself relaxing completely, his mood returning to what it had been two days before. He moved behind Jack and pulled his jacket from his shoulders. "Well, why don't you stay awhile."
Jack let him take off his jacket and hang it up by the door. "Have you something in mind?"
"Yes," Daniel replied, moving behind him once more, and laying his strong but gentle fingers on Jack's arms. "Lesson number two. Never leave your work unfinished."
"Finish what you start?" Jack asked, becoming excited as he felt the heat from Daniel's body as Daniel pressed up against his back.
"Yes," he whispered, breathing the word on the back of Jack's neck, sending chills through him.
Jack turned his head. "Are you planning on showing me or instructing me to finish?"
"Well," and he brushed his lips on the back of his neck now. "First one, then the other. I'll show you. You finish."
"Like before?" Jack offered.
"Like yesterday," Daniel prompted, and rubbed his hardening erection against Jack's ass, making himself even harder.
"Yesterday?" Jack breathed, loving the touch.
"I couldn't sleep at all last night, you know. It was definitely yesterday," and he rubbed a little harder.
Jack moaned. "More rubbing, then?"
"Mmm Hmmm," Daniel said, nibbling along his neck.
"Only rubbing?"
"I was thinking of more for Lesson Three."
Jack groaned in disappointment.
"There's plenty in Lesson Two, you know. One doesn't need to get that detailed yet. It has to be worked up to."
"I see," Jack said, and turned around to face Daniel. "Then maybe you shouldn't be doing that or you'll end up with Lesson Three before Lesson Two."
Daniel bit his lips. "Oh. Yeah, I guess I can see--" and then gasped in surprise as Jack grabbed him, holding him firmly against his body. He brushed his lips against Daniel's, then wrapped an arm around his neck.
"Now, where was I?" Jack asked, using the same seductive tone he had in Daniel's office. Before Daniel could answer, Jack opened his mouth and kissed him deeply, his tongue finding Daniel's to go on a tasting expedition. He pressed his erection against Daniel's and rubbed deliciously, rocking his hips. He broke the kiss just enough to ask Daniel a question. "Part of this Lesson require getting undressed?"
"Yes, definitely," and kissed him back passionately, running his hands up his strong back.
Gasping for breath, they broke off, giving each other shorter, more numerous kisses. "And horizontal maybe?"
"Absolutely," Daniel replied, moving toward the bedroom. Jack pulled him back, nodding toward Daniel's wide, comfy sofa.
"Here?"
Daniel nodded. "Okay, Jack. Lesson Three, though, is on a wide, flat, comfortable plain."
Jack grinned, his eyes staring at Daniel's throat as Daniel led him backwards to the sofa.
"First we need to gather our materials and ready our surfaces." He began to unbutton Jack's shirt, but Jack stopped him to do it himself as he slipped his shoes off.
"Materials. Something to drink?"
"JD?" he asked and Jack nodded as his shirt was removed, then his T-shirt underneath. Daniel smiled and padded into the kitchen.
While Daniel poured their drinks, Jack slipped off his jeans, leaving his boxers. He was hard already, and shivered in anticipation of getting even harder. He looked around. He had no idea what Daniel planned, but maybe they should have lube...just in case.
Daniel came out and handed Jack his drink, then set his down on the coffee table next to them. He pulled off his T, then his sweats. For once, he wore boxers underneath, but these were the smaller, blue silk boxers he owned. Jack smiled appreciatively, fingering the waistband.
"I like these. They look verrrry good on you."
Daniel grinned. "Thank you. I was thinking of you when I got them."
Jack's eyes widened in surprise as he sipped his liquor. "Really?"
"I'm not lying, Jack. Really."
He cleared his throat and a small blush crept up his cheeks. Before Daniel could say anything, he cleared his throat again. "Um, lube one of the materials, Danny? We might...want it."
Daniel gave him a wicked smile. "Not yet, Jack."
Jack groaned in exaggerated disappointment. Daniel found it so goddamn sexy. He took Jack's glass and placed it on the table, then took Jack in his arms and kissed him long and hard.
Jack tried to contain himself, but his hands were suddenly massaging, feeling, searching Daniel's body everywhere, lingering frequently on his ass.
"I want you so bad," he whispered against his neck when they broke for air.
Daniel grinned and pushed Jack onto his back on the sofa. He settled carefully on top of him.
"First, you need to feel every part of the subject you plan to rub."
He began to rub his chest against Jack's, then rubbing every part equal to Jack's. Matching their bodies, he guided their contact, from their fingers and arms, to their lips; rubbing nipple against nipple, belly against belly, brushing their abdomen hairs together, down to their thighs, calves, and feet. Daniel needed to feel; to rub everywhere and needed to teach Jack to experience the same.
When they had finally touched everywhere, the felt as if they were on fire.
Jack needed a more interactive part in the proceedings and he pulled Daniel to him, switching places, turning Daniel on his back.
"How can I teach ymmmmm," Daniel started to ask as Jack laid over him, then Jack proceeded to give him long, deep kisses as his hands and body caressed his flesh. Jack felt the excitement running through him as Daniel's erection pressed against his own. Their shared contact was driving both of them mad.
Jack began to rock his hips faster, his need becoming almost frantic. Daniel slowed him down with a long, luxurious kiss.
"Danny..." Jack gasped, pushing his contact away briefly. The need in his voice had a desperate tinge.
"Time, Jack. We have time," Daniel panted his answer.
"We have time for many orgasms, Danny, but I'm going out of my mind here. I need you."
Daniel kissed him hungrily, then broke away. "Stand up, Jack."
With puzzled frustration, Jack pulled off of him and stood up. Daniel got up, then slid onto his knees on the carpeted floor. He nuzzled Jack's belly as he removed Jack's boxers.
When Jack realized what Daniel was going to do, he moaned, then whimpered a little in wanton need. "God, Danny," he gasped hoarsely as Daniel pressed his cheek against the shaft of Jack's dick.
Silently, he softly rubbed his lips and face against Jack's cock, his hands holding and squeezing the firm globes of his ass. He was like a cat, purring and rubbing against his favorite target. Suddenly his tongue snaked out, licking the tip of his cock and Jack cried out, jerking his hips.
"Danny, no more teasing," he pleaded.
Kissing and licking the tip, Daniel opened his mouth and took the head of his cock inside. The heat and wetness seemed to surround all of Jack, not just his dick. Gasping sounds escaped his throat as his hands moved to Daniel's head, his fingers carding through his soft hair.
Gripping his ass sharply, Daniel suddenly engulfed all him, taking him past his tongue to the edge of his throat, sucking as hard as was possible, then pulled him out and pushed back in. Jack soon took over the thrusting motion, now knowing that it was what Daniel wanted. Daniel began to moan when he could, encouraging Jack to come.
"Oh God, Daniel! I'm..." and a blinding light flashed behind his eyes.
Daniel felt the tightening of his balls and shaft, pulled back and sucked hard. The sudden stimulation made Jack explode his semen down Daniel's throat, screaming out his name endlessly. Daniel continued to suck him, pulling as much pleasure out of Jack as he could while his fingers kneaded the flesh of his buttocks.
Jack's knees weakened and Daniel guided him to fall onto the sofa. Wiping his chin, Daniel got up and fetched a towel from the kitchen, cleaning up any remaining semen. When he returned to Jack, he discovered that Jack had damn near passed out, but for all intents and purposes, he may as well have. He wasn't very responsive and his breathing was still a bit shallow. Daniel couldn't help but grin lovingly, knowing that he brought Jack to this state.
When Jack came back to awareness, he found himself lying fully along the sofa, Daniel pressed in close, the fingers of one hand caressing a nipple and the hairs on his chest. Daniel's hips were thrusting softly, rubbing his erection against his thigh. He turned his head to gaze into his lover's deep blue eyes, blackened with lust. Daniel craned his neck for a kiss and Jack gladly dived in, tasting himself in Daniel's mouth. His hand reached down and curled around Daniel's cock, receiving a desperate moan from Daniel. Taking his cue, he strengthened his strokes, pulling and caressing. Daniel moved with him, thrusting his cock through Jack's expert fingers. When Jack felt the tremor rising up through Daniel's flesh, he pulled away from the kiss to watch Daniel come.
"Jaa-aack!" he screamed, arching his spine and throwing his head back, crying out in short gasps as Jack's hand milked all that he could out of him. Jack's lips found Daniel's once more, kissing him languidly as Daniel's body convulsed once more in a deep shudder, then calmed, going through occasional spasms of lessening pleasure.
As their bodies relaxed into each other, they both drifted off into a peaceful slumber. A long while later, Jack woke to find both of them chilled from dried sweat and semen. He nudged Daniel awake.
"Hmmm?"
"I think we should move somewhere more comfortable and warm," Jack whispered.
"Mmmmm, warm here."
"Come on, beauty, let's go find somewhere else to sleep."
Daniel groaned at his words, but let Jack guide his sleepy self off to the bedroom. He crawled into the bed and when Jack lay down next to him, Daniel plastered himself to his side.
"I figured you for a cuddler," Jack whispered into his hair.
Daniel only mumbled something unintelligible and moaned, tightening his arm around his chest and burrowing his face into his neck.
Jack grinned, sleepy himself. "Lesson Three is going to be fun, isn't it Daniel?"
"Mmmm," he replied in a deep moan. "Y'sssss...sh'up n'w, J'ck. G'sl'p."
Jack laughed into his hair as he drifted off to sleep once more.