Daniel had called every night from Washington. Just to let Jack know how things were going and to check up on the rest of the team. He called from the plane. Just to let Jack know they were touching down. He called from his car. Just to make sure Jack was ready and waiting.
It had been a week. A week of totally innocuous phone calls; arousal just barely held at bay by the knowledge of duly authorized eavesdropping. Secure lines were a myth in an NID world.
Jack's house, however... Jack's house was secure. As secure as one sneaky ex-special ops colonel could make it. Okay, NID could pretty much stand on the front lawn and *hear* a certain archeologist screaming a certain colonel's name at certain moments but hey, probably not admissible in court.
He parked in behind Jack's truck, grabbed his laptop case off the passenger seat, carefully locked the doors, and, two steps at a time, climbed up onto the porch. He was still about three feet from the door when it opened, a familiar arm stretched out and a familiar hand closed around a fistful of his jacket.
Next thing he knew, he was inside; the door hard at his back, Jack hard at his front. Daniel wasted about half a nanosecond actually considering if he should maybe put up some kind of a token protest then he dropped his laptop, sucked Jack's tongue into his mouth, and got with the program.
Spreading his legs for stability, he wrapped his left hand around the back of Jack's head and slid his right up under a worn white t-shirt -- the silken play of muscle under heated skin ratcheting his desire up another few notches. One of Jack's hands had a death grip on his ass while the heel of the other was rubbing up and down the length of his rapidly hardening cock.
He loved the feel of Jack's mouth. The taste. Loved being inside the moist heat of Jack's body. Loved the way Jack responded as he sucked at his lower lip and used just a little teeth.
Unfortunately, he was also fond of breathing. Pulling away reluctantly, he gasped, "Miss me?"
Brown eyes gleamed and Jack's hand tightened on his crotch. "Are you impugning my aim?"
"Impugning? I see you started using the word of the day toilet paper while I was ggggggggGOD!" He hadn't even realized his fly was open until calloused fingers pulled him free and Jack's thumb traced firm circles over his glans. Fighting to control his breathing, he dropped his head to Jack's shoulder and both hands to the waistband of Jack's jeans. "What the hell ever ha...PENED... to foreplay? To waiting until I get my JAC...ket off? To asking how my...TRIP... went?"
Hot breath against his ear combined with the rough, almost desperate edge in Jack's voice, lifted all the hair off the back of his neck. "You really want to wait?"
"Hell, no!" Having gotten button and zipper undone, Daniel slid his fingers behind elastic and dropped to his knees taking Jack's jeans and briefs down with him. His cock pulled free of Jack's grip. Jack's cock sprang out and traced a gentle arc down his face, leaving a slick line of pre-ejaculate behind.
They shuddered together at the touch.
"Daniel..."
There was very little space between Jack and Jack's front door. Daniel looked up, on his knees, cock rising up out of the comfortable chinos he preferred to fly in, to see that Jack had braced both hands against the wood. He was surrounded by Jack. Enclosed by Jack. Breath quickening again, he grinned. "Guy who goes away gets to chose when he comes home."
"I'm starting to think..." Jack's voice caught as Daniel stroked the soft velvet skin of his balls. "...that there's too many..." And again as Daniel leaned forward and licked a long line up one muscular thigh. "...rules in this relationship... FUCK!"
"Later." Jack's pubic hair was a little darker than the hair on his head, but not by much. Jack blamed him for *that* gray too. He smelled... hell, he smelled like Jack. Like home. Tossing his glasses to one side, Daniel rubbed his face into the welcoming heat of Jack's groin, licking and sucking and biting and finally -- having ignored the steady stream of increasingly urgent profanity wafting down from above -- wrapping one fist around the base of Jack's cock and dragging his tongue across the head.
Taste of Jack.
His own cock jerked in his lap as he suckled lightly and heard Jack's breath catch on a strangled moan. He could come -- had come -- just from the noises Jack made. He let his teeth scrape across wet skin as he slipped the head into his mouth then worked his tongue against the underside. Free hand slipping between Jack's legs, he stroked two fingers over the smooth skin behind his balls, rhythm matching the rhythm of his tongue.
Jack groaned. Tried to hold the sound back behind his teeth. Failed.
Daniel's cock jumped again. He loved it when he could get Jack to break years of conditioning and let go.
His lips touched the top of his fist. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard.
"DanielDannyJesus.... Daniel, wait."
Wait?
He pulled back just far enough to be able to look up. To see Jack's flushed face looking down.
"Okay, your choice... but please... don't finish me now. I've been waiting so long, I don't want it over too fast."
Impossible not to respond. Daniel took a final swipe with his tongue and said, "Six and a half days, Jack."
"And every day without you was a.... DAMIT DANIEL!" His hips bucked wildly. "What part of don't finish me now are you having trouble understanding!"
Grinning unrepentantly, Daniel rocked back on his heels, and stood, allowing the door to take much of his weight because the look of almost painful arousal on Jack's face had made his knees a little wobbly. Their cocks brushed lightly, sending a sharp frisson of desire direct to hindbrain, and he had to swallow before he could speak. "What exactly have you been waiting for Jack?" He knew and Jack knew he knew. But he wanted to hear Jack say it. Words were his life. Words and Jack. Rocking his hips gently forward, he scraped his thumb nails over Jack's nipples, the t-shirt thin enough to be no impediment.
"I don't want to come until... OhJesusGodDaniel... you're inside me."
And there went the last of Daniel's self-control. He ducked under Jack's right arm, pivoting around his grip on the other man's hip, stripping off chinos and boxers one handed as he moved. Fingertips stroked down the sweet curve of Jack's ass. "Have you got..."
"Pocket."
"Right."
He fumbled the lube out of Jack's jeans, hands beginning to shake as flipped up the lip.
"Just do yourself, I'm ready."
"You're what?" A quick touch found Jack open and slick. He had a sudden vision of Jack watching out the front window for the car, cock hard, reaching back and working two fingers up inside his own body. Daniel had to grab himself and squeeze to keep from coming at the thought.
"You called from the car. What did you expect?"
"I don't know." Fighting to keep his voice steady, Daniel began to stroke the lube over his cock. "Cup of coffee. Some questions about the new budget. A discussion of how bad traffic's getting..."
"Daniel?"
"Jack?"
"Shut up and fuck me."
"Yeah."
"It's been a *week*."
"I know."
One hand on Jack's hip, he guided himself forward with the other, paused for a moment at the entrance to Jack's body to regain a little control, and heard a key turn in the lock.
"Jack?" The door opened about two inches, as far as the play in Jack's arms allowed, then slammed shut again as Jack locked his elbows.
"Cassie?"
Heart pounding, Daniel froze as Jack twisted around just far enough to shoot him a look of pure panic. Colonel Jack O'Neill, scourge of the galaxy, completely thrown off balance by one sixteen year old girl. Who was right outside the door. The unlocked door. Right outside the unlocked door they'd been just about to fuck against. He knew exactly how Jack felt.
From the other side of the door, an annoyed teenage voice. "Hey, Jack. I think your door's jammed or something."
"Don't push it again!"
"Jeez, okay. But don't take like forever, it's starting to rain."
"Daniel..."
His voice low, too low to be heard on the other side of the door. Pleading, almost begging... For what?
"...how do we...?"
Oh. In spite of -- or maybe because of -- the interruption, Daniel was so hard he hurt and standing there, his cock at Jack's ass, air currents licking cool against lubed skin, wasn't helping. "We could finish this quickly..."
"Are you *insane*?"
"Possibly." A step back. Slightly less contact allowed a little more blood flow to the brain. "Don't knock it, it's a valid legal defense. Okay. Pants."
"What?"
"Pants back on."
"Right!"
"Ja-ack! I'm getting damp!"
Together, they looked at his palms, flat against the door. The only thing keeping Cassie on the porch.
"Give me a minute." Daniel'd kicked his chinos against the wall. He grabbed them and his glasses, couldn't find his boxers... No time to look. A quick swipe with his shirt tail, and he dragged his pants on over an erection that didn't seem to be adjusting to the change in programming. //Way to be obvious, Daniel!//
Maybe when Jack was less naked.
He knelt -- which didn't help -- noticed Jack hadn't flagged much either -- which also didn't help -- yanked jeans and briefs up long legs and ass and had to swing back around to the front to tuck Jack's cock inside. He paused, hands millimeters from flesh and pushed his shoulders back against the wood instead. "I can't... I've got the door."
Jack nodded. Shoved. Zipped. Buttoned. Then his gaze dropped. Daniel's followed.
They were both still embarrassingly erect and the lube had started soaking through the front of Daniel's pants.
"Jesus."
At this point, Daniel was forced to agree that prayer might be the only chance they had. Hang on... "Laptop case!"
He gave thanks for five years of teamwork as Jack snatched up his case and tossed it to him without the need of further explanation.
"JA-ACK!"
Eyes a little wild, Jack yanked the hem of his t-shirt down as far as it would go. "We good?"
Daniel was tempted to point out that they were as far from good as they could get and still be in the same state but what would be the point so he flashed a quick thumbs up and moved away from the door.
And then moved back a little faster as the door slammed open.
"Jack, you've got to talk to my mother. She's driving me crazy! Be in by midnight, Cassandra. Call if you're going to be late, Cassandra. It's like she thinks I'm still a kid. Oh hi, Daniel. You know you've got like, hair gel or something on your cheek? I'm going to grab a pop, I'm parched!"
And except for ominous noises in the kitchen, they were alone again.
Jack reached past Daniel and closed the door with a hand that shook slightly. "We can't talk to her in this condition."
"I know."
"All I've been thinking about for hours is you..."
"I know."
"*I'm* not sixteen. I can't just turn it on, shut it off."
"I know." Daniel scrubbed at his cheek, tried not to think of what and how and couldn't... And then. "Janet!"
"What?!" Jack blanched and whirled back around toward the door.
"No. Just think of what Janet would say if Cassie told her..." He stopped as Jack raised a hand. They looked down again. Jack's hand was now the only thing raised.
"Ja-ack! This stuff's diet! Don’t you know that aspartame is evil!"
"You're a genius, Daniel."
Daniel managed a shaky grin that matched Jack's. "Well, yeah. You go do that in loc parentis listening thing, I'll head home and unpack."
"You're bailing on me?"
"Right at this moment, I don't think I can spend time in the same room as your ass and not react. And I in no way want your ass and Janet connected in my head." As Jack shuddered, Daniel took him by the shoulders and turned him toward the kitchen. "Vaya con dios. And get rid of her as quickly as you can. I'll be waiting."
"*Waiting?*"
"Waiting."
On the way to the door, he grabbed his boxers and kicked the lube under the couch. On the way to the loft, he made plans and as he stepped out of the elevator, he pulled out his cell phone, thumbing the power on with one hand as he dug for his keys with the other. He'd call Jack, just to see how much longer he'd have to get ready. The thought of preparing himself for Jack the way Jack had prepared himself for him had his cock leaving even more damp spots on the front of his chinos.
Because no one else had keys to the loft except...
"Hey, Daniel! How was your trip?"
...Sam...
"Major Carter believed you would need foodstuff purchased for your return. She was correct."
...and Teal'c.
"Daniel?"
He sighed, swung his laptop case back in front of his body, and turned off his phone.