"Come on, O'Neill, spread your legs."
Daniel, muttering somewhere around Jack's crotch.
Jack hid a smile. It took Daniel forty minutes, three cups of coffee and - bare minimum - a bucket of water dumped over his head in order to wake up so he never remembered that Jack came to full consciousness between one breath and the next. Not that Jack was complaining - if he slept as hard as Daniel thought he did, he'd miss the beginning and he'd hate to miss any part of the way Dr. Jackson said good morning.
Eyes closed, he made a few 'sleeping here, go away' noises, and allowed his right leg to respond to the pressure of long, cool fingers. As a reward, he felt the tip of Daniel's tongue tracing lazy circles on the skin of his inner thigh.
"Tastes good..."
Feels good. Come on, Daniel, get to the...oh yeah.
One after another his balls were gently licked, sucked, and released. By the time he could feel Daniel's breath against his cock, he was hard and waiting.
More licking. Long licks up along the underside, tongue catching on the little ridge of scar tissue and then flicking up onto the softer skin. Probing into the slit. Swirling around the glans. Daniel had a hundred licks in his repertoire and he liked to run through them all. The intermittent warm/cool as air alternated with tongue against wet flesh combined with the teasing pressure drove Jack insane. Which was, of course, why Daniel did it.
Eyes still closed, Jack tried to writhe but Daniel held his hips to the bed. Damned archeologist was stronger than he looked.
Finally, at the exact moment Jack decided he couldn't take it anymore, tight, wet heat closed over the head of his cock. A pause. A little more engulfed. Another pause. Daniel's hands weren't on his hips anymore, they were under his ass. Free to move, Jack bucked up, silently asking for him to take a little more. The head of his cock bumped against the back of Daniel's throat. A swallow. Muscles moved, squeezed, and suddenly it was hot suction right to the base.
Then fingers. Slipping inside his body. Twisting.
"Oh God!" He couldn't fake sleep any longer. "Fuck!" His eyes snapped open and he stared down the length of his body at a hairless grey dome.
Triangular mouth stretched around Jack's cock, flexible fingers buried deep in Jack's ass, Thor stared back.
Jack wanted to pull away, he really did, but the Asgard had no teeth and Thor's ridged gums were applying the exact amount of pressure he needed as he pounded up into that annoyingly inscrutable face. He felt his ass stretch, realized the Asgard had his entire fist inside him, felt his balls tighten almost to the point of pain, and came screaming incoherently...
...as he woke up.
"Jack?"
"Give me... a minute..." He felt the bed shift as Daniel rolled up onto his side, and then, had to reach for the light in near panic just in case.
Really Daniel this time, looking rumpled and annoyed and myopic. He reached out, touched the mess on Jack's stomach and sighed. "Same nightmare?"
"Yeah."
"Thor still sounds like me?"
"Yeah."
"I'm finding that more than just a little disturbing, you know."
"You're finding it disturbing?" He swiped himself clean with a corner of the sheet, sat up and swung his legs out of bed. "I'm going to have a shower."
"Right." Daniel flopped back onto his pillow and threw his arm up over his eyes. "Shampoo your brain while you're in there."
The shower helped. He scrubbed the touch of the Asgard off his skin and if he could have figured out how to bleach the little grey pervert out of his memory, he would have. And yes, he knew that blaming Thor for the workings of his clearly deranged sub-conscious was totally irrational but tough.
He didn't realize he'd left the bedside lamp on until he came back to the bedroom, toweling dry his hair, and saw that Daniel had dragged the sheet up over his head to block the light. Tossing the damp towel in the general direction of the laundry basket, he sat down on his side of the bed. It was the warmest July in Colorado history and, desert rat or not, Daniel was going to suffocate. He grabbed the sheet, pulled it back...
"Next time, may we try the technique called rimming?" Thor asked in Daniel's voice.
...and woke up screaming.
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