Intervals 48

Jack cracked open his eyes, squinting at the sliver of sunlight through the blinds. He really needed to get curtains. Something had woken him though and it wasn't the sunlight. He heard a raspy groan behind him and turned his head. Daniel was sitting up, knees drawn up, arms around them, forehead resting there. Shit.

"I don't know. They haven't knocked or anything. Probably still asleep in the front room."

Daniel turned his head, rolling it on his knees and attempted a smile. It was a painful one. "Headache. Huge. Nail in the head kind of thing."

"C'mere," he said, and pulled Daniel down next to him, facing him, and reached around to massage his neck and scalp. It took a few minutes, but Daniel's muscles began to relax, the tension draining, the headache beginning to fade. When he began to nuzzle Jack's throat and licked at the hollow there, Jack knew he'd done his job correctly. "Better?"

"Almost," Daniel mumbled, and pulled Jack's arm down and placed his hand on his flaccid cock. Jack grinned against his hair and wrapped his fingers around him, pulling slowly, loving how Daniel responded, moaning deep while his cock thickened and lengthened in his hand.

Increasing his skilled touches to a much more insistent caress, he closed his eyes and hummed his pleasure, forcing Daniel to grab his shoulders, forehead pressed against his chest, while he thrust with aching need through Jack's fist. Faster and faster, moans and grunting sounds coming quicker and louder until he grabbed Jack's throat with his teeth and sucked through his orgasm.

Daniel shook his head slightly, hair rubbing with static cling over Jack's stubbled chin.

Jack nodded, knowing what this meant. He didn't mind in the least. Lifting Daniel's leg into the crook of his arm, he waited while Daniel used his come to lube himself and Jack's cock, then he pressed forward, pushing past the barriers and easing inside. Daniel's grunts were harsh, needy, and Jack pushed Daniel onto his back, rolling on top, taking his other leg in his free arm. He thrust in one long, smooth stroke, sinking his cock to the root, and without waiting for Daniel to adjust, began a long, slow rhythm.

Jack pulled the grunts from his lover's throat like thorns from the proverbial lion's paw. They grew louder, and louder still, and finally, changed to long groans of pleasure. Jack took the sign for what it was and plunged harder on each slow downstroke until he felt his balls draw up. He kissed Daniel then, finally, and came forever inside him. His afterglow was always shorter this way, even if his release was longer.

Pulling out and bringing Daniel against him once more, he asked the question again. This time, Daniel began to talk.

"Yeah, no wonder you had a headache. On Voyager, Janeway always says that temporal mechanics give her a headache. I can see why."

Daniel smiled for the first time. A true one. "What? That trip back to 1969 wasn't enough of a headache?"

"Please, don't remind me. I still have nightmares about that stupid hat I was wearing. I'm getting a worse headache thinking about it."

Daniel touched him, smiling against his throat. "Want me to take care of your headache?"

"A good a place as any, seeing as we'll need one again," Daniel suggested with a lick down his chest.

Daniel read, rewrote, proofed, and reproofed, and finally satisfied, saved the document and hit print. The last story. Finally. He was done. While the story printed, he sent a copy to the email program for Sam and Murray. They'd like it. Daniel had his doubts about Jack though.

Getting up from his desk, he strolled into the kitchen and grabbed a beer. The front door opened a second later and he grinned around the bottle. Jack was home.

Holding back a smile, Daniel walked around the breakfast bar and through to the living room. "Hey, Ricky. You've lost weight."

Jack smirked at him as he hung up his jacket. "Very funny. At least my hair's still brown." He walked over and kissed his cheek. "And at least your hair is long... though dark auburn and not a flaming cherry...er, redhead." He got a smack on the ass for that before Daniel's arms went around him.

"If the thrill is to fetch your beers and slippers, I'll build you a dog house."

He pulled away and ran for the printer in the office. Daniel shook his head and drank half the contents of his beer. Jack walked out, reading already, and sat at the dining table. "Did you send a copy to--"

"You get engrossed in every story I write, and while I love you for it, you also get annoyed with me if I bother you before you've read through to the end. I'd rather be bored and abused and lonely somewhere else."

Jack's face was a picture and Daniel couldn't leave him like that for long. "I'm kidding, Jack. But you do get annoyed with me if I bother you. So...want me to fix dinner or do you want me to leave you alone?"

"We'll order pizza," Jack said by way of an answer and set the manuscript down, grabbed his beer from the fridge and took Daniel by the hand.

In the bedroom, he finally gave Daniel a kiss hello, which Daniel deepened until they were breathless. Jack grinned mischievously and set his beer down to strip his clothes off. "You want this fast how? Me, you, on my knees, my back, your back...?"

"You certainly are. But I'm thinking that first," and he pushed Jack onto his back across the mattress, "some erectile function is in order."

"That's so." Pushing his legs apart, Daniel got down to his work, forcing his lover to writhe and curse and get very, very hard. Once Jack's cock was where he wanted it, Daniel brought out the lube and condom. "Now, I'm going to fuck you. The question is, do I fuck you hard or easy?"

"All of the above," Jack whispered, breathing rapidly as he stroked Daniel's cock and slid the condom on. "I don't care about the order, but don't use much lube. I want you rough."

Daniel couldn't ever say no. "Done." His lubed fingers played and toyed with him, making Jack squirm and sweat until his knees were nearly to his chin with want and impatience. Daniel pinned Jack's wrists over his head, took a deep breath, and thrust, sinking his cock in one slow, deep invasion that was damn good. Jack's ass seem perpetually tight, though probably because Daniel was usually the bottom.

"God, Daniel, fuck me," Jack breathed, and got his wish a half minute later as Daniel rotated his hips, stroked several times with slow and easy precision before he set about banging the hell out of his lover. The rhythm and force were only good enough when the headboard banged loudly against the wall, and two minutes later, it was; gaining speed, too.

Jack chanted his name through the hard, challenging rhythm, his ass and body on fire from the shudders and forceful fucking. "Do it!" he yelled, almost angrily, "C'mon, Daniel, cripple me!"

"Yes, you bitch," Daniel hissed, and turned him over to get what they needed. Jack grabbed the headboard and brought his knees parallel to his chest; ass burning with need, legs and arms shaking.

"Want it bad, don't you," Daniel growled and laid over him, his hands on the headboard inside Jack's. Jack's reply was an echo of his growl which turned into a curious grunting whimper when Daniel slid back inside.

He started pumping, slow and easy, finding his rhythm again. "Oh yeah," he hummed and Jack felt his balls tighten.

Spewing out invectives like a first class porn star, elaborate and descriptive, Daniel pounded into him, slamming him against the headboard.

"I love you! Fucking. Dirty. Bitch!" Jack called out, shooting hard, hitting his chin and throat. His body vibrated with the tremors and began to jerk and twitch when Daniel went still and shot repeatedly into him through a shout of his name.

"It's good," Jack smiled, giving him a hot, hard kiss. "But that timeline thing...it'll give 'em a headache because it's not screwed up and vague. They'll change it."

"Haven't they ever figured out that you're the one writing these? They have to have seen the originals by now."

"It's pissing me off that they're changing shit on you. Your stories are so much better."

"And you know," Jack added after another long kiss and some serious groping, "they're going to remove that bit about Daniel being gay."

"Yeah, I know. The gay subtext will never be accepted by the homophobic industry. Still, I'll keep writing it, and I'll keep putting in the plots and the character depth analysis as well as the notes on all the science. If they choose to ignore it all, I don't give a shit. A hundred grand per episode is what I'll take so I can get my book done."

"I know. But everyone knows what's what. 90 percent of the population is straight. It's numbers. And my $100,000 is keeping me from bitching about it."

"I can live with that," Jack said, his mouth full of pizza now instead of Daniel.

"No, and so not 54 years old with silver hair with a repressed sex life, pining over some dysfunctional babe with a daddy complex. And as for you, well, you're so not your alter ego, either. How they altered your beautiful guy into a fast-talking boy wonder with manic depression and a fucking savior complex, I'll never know."

Daniel started laughing and clicked his lover's beer. "Amen, baby. Amen."

THE END. FINIS, FIN, FINAL, DUSTED and DONE.

~
Author Note:
I wish to thank all the fans of Intervals for all the nagging,
the criticizing, and most of all, the support. Thank You. :-)
~

Back to Joy's Home