...I am you and you are me and...what the f---?...
.....The atmosphere was somber and reflective for a while, as any death at the SGC tended to do that. There were mixed feelings about this one though. Machello's death was both sad and welcome. Though the man had suffered a lot in his lifetime, Machello had hijacked Daniel's body and had put him through a living hell for nearly 24 hours, so the sympathy factor wasn't exactly long-lived. In fact, because of Machello, all of the boys of SG-1 seemed have had a hijacking of sorts. It had been an interesting experience to say the least, albeit an unwelcome one.
Teal'c had a little better understanding of Jack, but he was left with unanswered questions a body switch couldn't solve; like what was it with Jack and clichés? Though he hadn't actually experienced anything too vastly different, the one thing he seemed preoccupied with during the time in Jack's body was the fact that he couldn't sit kel-no-reem (a state and capability reserved specifically for Jaffa, it seemed) and that every time he looked into the mirror, he found Jack, not himself. In fact, when Jack had awoken from his meditation and had found Teal'c preparing to cut off his hair, it was only something of a coincidence. Teal'c had been, instead, staring in the mirror for the longest time...making faces, trying to mimic Jack's patented scowls and smirks. He hadn't thought to ask why he'd been doing that, but had decided not to examine that too closely. For a time, he'd also investigated Jack's 'equipment'...every time he had a moment alone, in fact. It was mostly because Jack's 'equipment' seemed just a little more lively than his own. Teal'c had heard that Tau'ri expression and had never quite understood...until he'd been in Jack's body: snake in the pants. Or was that 'snake in the grass'? The humans of Earth had far too many colloquialisms.
As for Jack, he'd had his first (and only experience, thank you very much) of being a Jaffa. Or more correctly, at being Teal'c. When he wasn't in meditation, he was pointedly making sure Teal'c wasn't doing something to his body that he shouldn't be doing, aside from trying to shave his head of hair. Jack had, as any typical human male, checked out Teal'c's 'equipment' as well...though he really hadn't needed to, considering he could tell the difference immediately. Jack had been somewhat daunted by the size of Teal'c's family jewels. He wasn't envious of Teal'c, but he had certainly developed a healthier respect for him.
It had now been six hours since the old man had died and the one thing that Jack was preoccupied with was the memory of being in Daniel's body...literally...for all of five minutes; five minutes that had felt like 30 seconds because they were over too quickly. Those five minutes had left Jack with one of the most amazing feelings he'd ever had...not to mention one of the most erotic. It certainly was nothing like being inside Teal'c, that was for sure. And then being inside Daniel...combined with the knowledge of having been inside him sexually, the erotic feeling grew. Jack knew that Daniel would be in his office and as he made his way there, he wondered what Daniel had felt about being in his body.
Throughout his study of the glyphs on the alien pad that had belonged to Machello, Daniel kept looking down at himself, making sure he was still...himself. The thoughts about being in Jack's body began to warm him. He remembered the first thought he'd had when he'd transferred to Jack. He had been, at first, surprised and much relieved to be out of Machello's body. But he had then found himself in...Jack. In Jack.
His best friend. His sometime lover.
He'd been stunned, to say the least...and rather turned on by it, to say the most. Then he'd heard Jack's...no...'his'...voice, calling him Dannyboy (which he hated), and when he'd turned and found himself staring at 'himself'...well, that had been a trip. He'd known by those words and tone of voice that it had been Jack, however. Then Jack had crooked that finger...'his' finger...and had called him over. Daniel remembered that he thought that an odd thing for Jack to do. As they'd waited on Teal'c and Machello, Jack had whispered something to him, nudging him in the side, but he had been so preoccupied with being in Jack for those few strange minutes that whatever Jack had whispered...he'd missed it.
All Daniel could think about was what it had felt like. He'd begun to get hard and when he and Jack had transferred back to their own bodies, he'd still found himself hard...which meant that Jack had felt it, too. They had both gotten off on it. Well, they were men, weren't they? Men did that; focused on the one thing and to hell with everything else. For a few seconds, anyway.
Daniel suddenly became aware of his surroundings, finding that he'd zoned again on this particular subject instead of working. He got up and walked around his desk, fidgeting and distracted, picking up things he paid no attention to. His mind kept going to Jack, wondering what it would have been like to feel that body, to have gone off by himself, for a moment. Just a moment. Even in such a bizarre set of circumstances, Daniel found he couldn't get rid of the increasingly erotic thoughts in his head; thoughts that were now sending major blood flow south. No wonder he couldn't concentrate.
He was taken away from those thoughts momentarily as his door opened and Jack walked in. He turned and gave Jack a tiny, knowing smile.
"Hey."
"Hey," Jack replied, that same small smile on his lips. He stood by the door, staring at Daniel who was now standing in front of his lab desk. "How're you doing?"
"Fine. You?"
"Fine."
There was profound silence for a while as Jack stood there, his arms crossed, watching him.
"Um, Jack?"
"Yeah?"
"How're you really doing?"
Jack sighed and leaned against the door frame. "I wish we could have spent a little longer in each other's bodies, but I'm very glad to be back in mine."
Daniel nodded. "Yeah." He then remembered something that had been nagging at him and if he hadn't been so preoccupied by Jack's body itself, he'd have remembered earlier.
"Why?" Jack asked, seeing that questioning look in Daniel's face.
"Aside from noticing the obvious," and he gave Jack a quick, filthy smile which Jack returned, "I did notice one other thing while I was in your body."
"What's that?"
"Your right knee aches."
Jack winced.
"I thought you said your knee was fine?" Daniel asked, worry creasing his brow.
"Doc said it's to be expected, Daniel. It's nothing to worry about."
Daniel immediately tried to cover it up. "Who said I was worried? I was just commenting."
Jack tried not to smile too much, comforted by the fact that Daniel was worried for him, even if it was for nothing. "Uh huh. I'm fine."
"Okay."
"I noticed something, too."
Daniel's brow line went up. "What?" he asked, somehow more worried about Jack's own look of concern.
"You need new glasses."
Daniel sighed heavily and gave Jack a brief look before turning to look at the table top, fiddling again. "I keep forgetting to make the appointment for new lenses."
Jack waited for Daniel to look at him again and instead of saying anything, the growing wordless communication said it for him.
Jack's raised right brow: Set the appointment, Daniel.
Daniel's look at the ceiling: I'm going to.
Jack's other raised brow: Daniel, I'm serious.
Daniel's sigh: I know you're serious. I'll get it done.
Jack's look of smugness: Do it or I'll sick Doc Fraiser on you.
Daniel's rolled eyes and adjustment of the frame of his glasses: You would.
More silence, then, "So, Daniel....there's something else..."
Daniel stopped fiddling with the small statue on the table. "What?"
Jack cleared his throat, then gave Daniel a filthy look. "I was just wondering...How was I?"
Daniel grinned back. "Brief."
Jack stared at him, taken by surprise by the answer, then began to laugh at Daniel's short reply. "Well, it's actually a good thing it was, Daniel, because if we were alone together, like that, it would've given a whole new definition to 'go fuck yourself.'"
Daniel snorted, shaking his head. "That's disgusting, Jack. Would've been...weird," and suddenly the smile he had slowed Jack's laughter.
His smile was definitely sexual.
"Daniel?" Jack asked, curious.
Daniel didn't know why he was extremely aroused now, but he also didn't care. He walked slowly toward Jack, his tiny smile showing the points of his canines, making him look quite handsomely predatory. Jack felt a rush of warmth flow from his throat down to his groin as he moved from the door, absently wondering if maybe he should beat a hasty retreat before this surprising wolf descended on him.
Daniel paused, wondering at Jack's reaction, but not for long. Jack would soon be reacting to other things. He slid his access card through the door's port and locked it, then took a step toward Jack...who took a step back and found himself bumping into the bookcase. Daniel was definitely up to no good, and though Jack loved the idea, he knew damn well Daniel shouldn't be doing...well, whatever he was doing...here. And he knew that look Daniel had. He'd seen it only once before....during their first days together.
"Daniel?" Jack warned.
"Jack?" Daniel asked, and not so innocently as he took another step toward Jack, stopping in front of him, staring into his face before allowing his eyes to travel down Jack's body, neatly covered by his green fatigues. Daniel's gaze was provocative and left no doubt in Jack's mind what was on Daniel's. The warmth he felt intensified.
"No."
"No what?"
"Not on base, Daniel."
Daniel gave him a false sad look, teasing him. "Awww, come on, Jack." He started to raise his hand toward Jack's face and Jack stepped away quickly, knowing damn well that if he let Daniel touch him, even on his face, he just may lose his self-control. Unfortunately, he backed away in the wrong direction and Daniel kept advancing. Jack's stubbornness asserted itself, telling himself that he was being silly. Why was he running away? He could face down Goa'uld with no problem. So...why was he afraid of Daniel touching him in his office?
"No, Daniel," he said, abruptly stopping in front of the lab desk, holding his hand up.
Daniel didn't reach for him this time. He stepped into Jack's hand, which now pressed again his chest. Ignoring what Jack said, he asked, "What did you feel, Jack? Did I feel...good?"
Jack frowned at him. "Why are you asking..." he started to ask, then got irritated at Daniel for deflecting. "Daniel!"
Daniel kept his hands at his sides, not making a move toward him, but his eyes were making moves, as well as the tone of his voice. "Just curious, Jack. I'm wondering if you felt...feel...what I do right now."
Jack cleared his throat and tried to feign ignorance. "About?"
Daniel snorted softly as his eyes travelled back and forth between Jack's eyes and his mouth. "Come on, Jack. It's not like you to be coy."
"And it's not like you to be so flirty."
"Sure, it is, Jack. I've just never been flirty with you."
Whether he intended to or not, Jack took that wrong and surprised himself by going from A to Z on the jealousy scale. "Who else have you been flirting with?" he demanded.
"No one here, Jack," Daniel answered ambiguously.
"Where then?" Jack asked before censoring himself.
Daniel smiled mischievously. "Why Jack...you're jealous."
Jack's open mouth closed abruptly as Daniel's breath hit his face and his lust went up a notch. "I'm not," he lied.
Daniel inched his face closer, not bothering to argue the point. "You want to," he stated, bringing his lips as close to Jack's as he could without touching them, blatantly daring Jack to kiss him.
Jack found the wherewithall to roll his eyes in sarcasm. "Well, of course I want to, Daniel. But..." and he slid from between the table and Daniel and moved toward the bookcase. "Not here."
Daniel didn't budge when Jack moved away. He smiled, though. He had Jack on the run. Something he never thought he'd ever be able to do. All it took was for him to be a tease at the office. Well, if there was one sure way to turn up the sexual tension between them, this was it. He was going to drive himself insane with the effort, but watching Jack squirm was going to be worth it for a few more minutes... before Daniel would end up forcing himself to disappear in the bathroom for a little while - if he couldn't hold himself together.
Jack rubbed the back of his neck, wondering where the hell this mood of Daniel's was coming from...or if it had always been there. He looked askance at Daniel, and when Daniel took those few steps toward him again, Jack took a step back and abruptly hit the bookcase. Daniel quickly planted both his hands on either side of Jack's head.
"Jack..." he breathed huskily, opening his mouth and getting close enough to Jack's lips to feel his breath flowing into his mouth - when Jack wasn't holding it, that is.
"Daniel, stop it."
"Then push me away, Jack."
"I'm not touching you, Daniel."
"Oh, but you want to. I know you want to. I want you to touch me, Jack," and he paused then, staring only at Jack's lips. "You're hard...I'm hard...I want you...and...you want me."
"Daniel..." Jack protested softly, wanting so much to move just a quarter of an inch forward and plant a lip lock on Daniel so damn hard it would make his head spin. But he didn't dare, not here on the base. Daniel seemed determined to drive him mad because of it. Deliciously, wonderfully mad. He had no idea Daniel had this in him...but he certainly knew it now.
"I want to fuck you, Jack. Don't you want me to fuck you?" he whispered, his eyes never ceasing to roam.
"Daniel, don't do that..." Jack asked, wanting Daniel to stop talking...and yet, not wanting him to.
Ignoring him anyway, Daniel continued, his voice now husky, deep. "I want to drop to my knees, Jack," and his eyes fixed on Jack's just then. "With my tongue, I'd lick my way up the length of your cock--"
"Daniel, Jeezus, shut up!"
Daniel only smiled even more mischievously. "Slide my tongue over the head of your dick, take you inside my mouth...and suck."
Jack still hadn't moved...but damn if he wasn't sweating now. "Fuck!"
"That'll come after, Jack," Daniel whispered, his mouth nearly against Jack's lips as he spoke.
"After?" Jack asked, tightening his jaw, his tone edging toward a growl.
Daniel hesitated for effect. "After...after I've tasted your come in my mouth."
Jack closed his eyes and tightened his fists, resisting the urge to grab Daniel and throw him on his sofa. This man was going to be the death of him. He just knew it. He gritted his teeth again and growled deep in his throat.
"You are so fucking dead, Daniel."
"Such sweet promises, Jack."
"After work, Daniel," he threatened.
Daniel slowly stepped away and went to the door, unlocking it. "After work, Jack."
When Daniel pulled into his apartment complex's parking lot, he spied Jack's truck next to his parking space. Rampant heat swelled in his groin in anticipation as he walked as fast as he could to his apartment, his strides becoming a little more difficult as he went. When he got to his door, he didn't find it unlocked and didn't see it as unusual because if Jack was inside, he'd have locked it behind him. After all, wasn't Jack always after him to lock his door, even when he was home?
Stepping inside and pointedly locking his door, he looked around as he took off his jacket. "Jack?" he called out. Automatically looking at his message recorder, he waited for his reply but his apartment was quiet. Frowning, he turned back around to look where he'd hung his jacket. Jack's coat wasn't there. He looked around the living room, and not finding any hints, he went to the kitchen. Empty there, too. His frown deepened as he made his way down the hall. He peered into the bathroom, then his small laundry room. Nothing. Entering the bedroom, he found it empty. Did he mistake the truck downstairs for Jack's? No, he didn't think so. The Cheyenne Mountain sticker was on the windshield; the heavy toolbox was bolted down in back. It was Jack's truck, all right. So where the hell was Jack?
Growling to himself, he quickly undressed, keeping his ears open as he stepped inside the shower, straining to hear the door to his apartment opening and closing. He washed quickly, just in case. He didn't know why he was feeling antsy now. Sure, he wanted to be with Jack, but that wasn't what was now setting the hairs on the back of his neck up. As he finished and grabbed the towel to dry himself, he suddenly realized what the antsy feeling was. He knew he wasn't alone in his apartment. Jack - it had better be Jack - was here...somewhere...unless he was imagining things.
Rubbing his hair, getting it to fall about his head in wet tangles, he shook his head, knowing he wasn't imagining anything; knowing full well that he wasn't alone. Absently drying himself, he left the bathroom and spied the soft light on in the bedroom. It hadn't been on when he'd gone to take his shower. Walking in the bedroom, he stopped short as he found Jack...leaning back on his forearms, his legs dangling over the edge of the bed. He was nude...except for his dog tags...and very erect.
Daniel sucked in his breath. "Hi...Jack. Where'd you come from? I looked everywhere."
Jack gave him a dirty smile. "Not everywhere, it seems."
Daniel put his tongue in his cheek and smirked at Jack. "Okay, so again, where'd you come from?"
"I can't tell you all my secrets, Daniel."
Daniel's eyes travelled to Jack groin. "That's not exactly a secret."
"It's not meant to be. It's your warning."
Daniel bit the side of his lip as he took a step past the bedroom door and closed it. "My warning, huh? About what?"
"Me," Jack whispered simply, his eyes smouldering and dangerous. He ran a hand over his erection and began to stroke it, masturbating slowly in front of Daniel. The sight of it took Daniel's breath right out of him...and brought his dick to full attention. His mouth dropped open and for some reason, he took a step back, hitting the door. Even though he'd been Jack's lover for over a year, he'd not once watched him jerk off...and it was turning him on immensely.
"Jack," he barely whispered, his voice laced with lust. He watched his face, his hand, and started to push off from the door so that he could have direct contact, but Jack shook his head.
"Stay put, Daniel," Jack commanded in a soft tone as he got up from the bed and went toward him. Without touching Daniel, he pulled the towel from his hands, staring at Daniel's face and body in a very provocative manner. "Don't you move," he commanded once more as he wrapped the towel about his waist, over his erection, then stepped in front of Daniel, making sure his lower body didn't touch his lover. Daniel half-closed his eyes as he felt the strong heat from Jack as he placed his hands on either side of his head, just as he'd done to Jack in his office earlier that day.
"Payback time, Daniel," Jack said quietly, his voice hard and edgy...deep with want.
Daniel half-smiled at him, his body feeling on fire as Jack moved in close. "So that's what you mean by threat, huh?" Daniel asked cheekily, trying to keep himself under control and not grab the man and kiss the life out of him.
Jack leaned closer and whispered against Daniel's lips. "No, Daniel...the threat is that I'm going to carry out my promise."
"Oh good. What promise was that exactly?" Daniel whispered back, his breathing becoming more excited knowing exactly what Jack meant.
Jack smiled. "You know. The one where...after I fuck you to death...you're going to do to me what you teased me about."
"As delightful as that sounds, if I'm dea--"
Daniel's teasing rebuttal was cut off as Jack kissed him, lightly, teasingly. Daniel moaned and started to move his hands when Jack backed off.
"Don't you move, Daniel," he repeated, then kissed him again, running his tongue over his top lip.
Daniel leant forward to kiss him harder but Jack pulled back. "Jack," Daniel complained.
"I think the payback's working...don't you?" Jack asked as he ran the tip of his tongue over his earlobe.
Daniel closed his eyes. Jack was going to kill him. He was almost certain of it. "Yes."
"Wanna know what I'm going to do to you?" Jack asked softly, barely tasting Daniel's skin as he moved down his neck.
"What?" Daniel panted as Jack's tongue tingled his skin.
Jack brought his lips to Daniel's once more, kissing lightly again. "I'm going to lube you very well, then slide my cock deep inside you."
Daniel groaned. "What else?"
"Then I'm going to fuck you so hard, so deep that--"
"Fuck waiting," Daniel whispered forcefully and pulled Jack hard against him, kissing him hungrily. Jack laughed through the kiss and gave it back to him as they pulled away from the door. Stumbling to the bed and landing with Jack half-sprawled over Daniel, Jack took Daniel's cock in his hand and immediately began to stroke and massage, slowly masturbating Daniel with consummate skill.
He smiled wickedly into Daniel's eyes, then biting along his neck, he whispered, "You want me?"
"God, yes," Daniel replied, his own hand finding Jack's cock, mirroring his actions.
"You want me to shove my cock into you and fuck you hard?" Jack asked, stroking faster as his teeth grazed over his chin.
Daniel growled again and pulled his lover's cock. "What do you think?"
Jack bit his lip and slid his hand away from Daniel's cock to massage his balls while his other hand slipped away elsewhere. Daniel grabbed him and pulled him in for another fierce kiss, spreading his legs, loving how Jack touched him. He suddenly heard the sound of a plastic cap as Jack continued his tease.
"You like this?" Jack asked, slipping lubed fingers between his thighs to find his ring and tease at the opening.
"Yes," Daniel replied, his breathing now heavy with want, groaning as Jack pushed his fingers inside.
"Feels good?" he asked as he rubbed the glans with his other hand.
"You know it does, Jack."
"You want more?" he teased, his fingers moving in and out slowly.
"Goddamn it, Jack," Daniel growled at him, lifting his calf around Jack's thigh to give him better access.
"You want more?" Jack asked again with a wicked smile as he leaned down to tease him with short kisses before moving to his side.
"Yes."
"Good, 'cause you're gonna get what I promised. Turn over." Daniel rolled over onto his stomach and Jack began kissing down his spine as he reinserted his fingers, continuing his tease.
"Jack," Daniel complained though he loved what Jack was doing as he relaxed and opened to him, his body shivering with delight at the touch of Jack's teeth as they now grazed across his shoulders. Jack moved up and over him and before Daniel could anticipate it, he gasped in a sharp breath as Jack replaced his fingers with the head of his cock, pushing it slowly inside. Groaning, Daniel lifted his hips upward, wanting more. The lust filled him with enormous need and he wanted it, wanted Jack, and he wanted it hard and fast, just as he knew Jack was going to give it to him...finally.
"Tell me to fuck you."
Daniel spread his legs wider as he pushed up on his forearms, looking over his shoulder and flashing his lover a filthy, seductive smile. "Fuck me, Jack."
Jack's wicked grin merged with deep growl of pleasure as he sank deep inside. Moving excruciatingly slow, he sank balls deep and began to grind, finding and rubbing Daniel's prostate ruthlessly before he began to thrust.
"God, you feel good," he whispered, biting his lip and closing his eyes. Daniel dropped his head down between his forearms, breathing harshly as his gland was rubbed, sending multiple shudders through him. Jack felt it, too, and continued to tease him as he pulled out almost entirely then slid deeply back inside to grind slowly once again.
Daniel gasped, "Jack!"
"Mmmmmmm, you like that, don'tcha, Daniel?"
"Y-yess!" Daniel replied with breathless exasperation.
The exquisite heat took his control away and Jack couldn't hold back any longer. He began to move his hips faster, a bit at a time. Daniel moaned continuous encouragement as Jack's balls slapped against his own, his cock probing in short, hard strokes. Daniel white-knuckled the sheets as he pushed up and back, meeting Jack's thrusts with blind, lustful abandon.
"That's it, Jack! Fuck me hard!"
"God, Daniel!" Jack warned, feeling his orgasm imminent and Daniel gasped loudly in response.
"Harder!" Daniel ordered and he straight-armed his weight with one hand while reaching underneath to stroke himself.
"Yes, touch yourself," Jack replied desperately as he sat up and firmly grabbed his hips. Throwing back his head, Jack fucked his lover wildly, giving him what he wanted as he got off on the loud slapping sounds and Daniel's high-pitched cries of pleasure.
Suddenly Daniel cried out as his semen spurted in fast pulses over the sheet, his body shaking through an intense climax. Letting go of his cock, he choked out, "Fuck yeah," as he dropped his upper body to the mattress, his body spent.
That did it for Jack. "Oh God, Daniel!" At the sight of Daniel's sweat-soaked form lying in front of him, trembling through orgasm, he came hard. When his orgasm abated, he dropped down next to Daniel, snaking his arm around his waist to hold him tight.
"That was fucking amazing," Daniel whispered, still trembling slightly.
"I'll say," Jack murmured.
The phone on the bedside table rang, startling them. With irritation, Daniel stretched out and answered it.
"This better be good," he grumbled, making Jack roll his eyes at his phone etiquette. After a second, Daniel went rigid and cleared his throat. "Sorry, sir..."
Jack winced and shut his eyes tight. It was Hammond. Daniel looked over at him and nudged.
"Yes, sir. He came over earlier. Hold on," and he handed the phone to Jack as he tried to bite back a laugh at his pun. Jack scowled a snort at him and took the phone.
He listened, nodded, and groaned loudly. "Yes, sir," then hung up the phone. He was quiet for a moment before he said, "FUCK!"
Daniel frowned and sat up, albeit gingerly, in concern. "What?"
"SG-6 is stuck in the middle of a Native problem and SG-1 has the call to go in and attempt a diplomatic rescue."
Daniel plopped back down on his back. "Fucking figures."
"Um, Daniel..."
Daniel snorted. "I know."
"I'm sorry."
"Jack, it's okay. I'll use a cream so..."
"Still, I'm sor--"
Daniel cut off his words with two fingers dropped over Jack's lips. "Stop it. I wanted it hard and so did you. It was good and I've no regrets. Do you?"
Jack smiled. "Not a one."
"Good..." and Daniel winced as he sat up again.
Jack groaned once more. "Crap. Pre-mission physicals...shit."
"Jack, it's not like we get rectal exams on every fucking pre-mission physical. Besides, Janet knows about me anyway."
Jack sat up. "What do you mean?"
"She knows I'm bisexual," Daniel said matter-of-factly. "When she notices me wincing, I'll just tell her that I was with someone. Emergencies happen so she'll understand about me not being able to take better care."
"Daniel...are you sure she won't fuss about it?"
"Yes," Daniel said with frustrated tolerance. "I'm not military, Jack."
"No...you're not," Jack said, shaking his head in envious agreement.
Daniel stared at him for a moment, then carefully leaned over and gave Jack a long kiss. When he broke away, he decided to tease Jack just one more time. Giving him short kisses, he said, "You know, I could always tell her that I have a toy instead of a boyfriend..."
Jack growled, at first not finding that funny, but as the seconds ticked by, he decided that two could play that game and gave Daniel a deliciously evil smile. "A toy, huh?"
Daniel groaned. "Don't you even think about it."