~ part three ~
~ firsts ~
Quietly shutting the door behind him, Daniel leaned against it and closed his eyes, willing himself to calm down. He knew his mind was slowly changing toward the idea of having casual sex, and it didn't bother him. That in and of itself did. Why wasn't he alarmed at his changing sexual attitude? Had it always been there, under the surface? He had to admit to himself that it probably had, that he'd had those desires long before the SGC and had just never acted on them. Now that he'd allowed himself to feel again, what else was there that he'd find he wanted? What else lay long untapped or unreleased?
Sighing, he went into his room and began to undress, slipping off his shoes and hanging his jacket up. His cock ached, throbbing a bit from his self-induced fantasies, and he winced as he slipped off his socks. Removing his tie and tossing it on the bed, he stopped and stared at it, the bondage dream suddenly coming back to him, filling him with raw, erotic feelings. He felt that old familiar heat returning; that tingle that came from deep inside and travelled out to the inside of his thighs. Swallowing hard, he turned round, unbuttoning his shirt completely as he moved back out into the living room and headed toward the bathroom.
He realized that the living room lamp was turned on low and that the room was empty, cleared of the food service cart and other dishes. On the dining table were a few ice buckets and a couple of bottles of champagne, one of which was opened, but corked. He picked up a clean glass from the table, obviously set there for him, and poured himself a glass. He took a sip, approved of its taste and took another, longer drink. He started toward the bathroom again, glass in hand, when he suddenly realized the suite was not quiet. He heard rapid, excited panting coming from Jack's room. He paused and his already hard dick twitched and took notice. His pulse did too, increasing as he saw that Jack's door was left open a bit. He looked over at Paul's room and saw a little light coming from his open door. There didn't seem to be sounds coming from there, but there were definite sounds coming from Jack's. The sounds of sex.
Jack and sex. Sex and Jack. Who with? Paul? Jason? Someone else? His curiosity grabbed hold of him and though he might not have done this three weeks ago, he was fully prepared to check things out now. He took a step toward Jack's open door and he picked up vocal pants and gasps blended with a slightly higher tonal quality. That tone he recognized so that meant Jack was with...
His brow wrinkling in concentration, his face flushed with the excitement of seeing if his hearing was correct, Daniel started to push open the door slightly in order to see who was with Jack but he soon realized he didn't need to. From the open door, he could see the long dresser's backboard mirror, which reflected the bed directly across from it. On the bed, facing the mirror, kneeling, were Jack and Jason. The bedroom lamp was on low, but Daniel could see them clearly and he found it extremely difficult to look away. Jack was spooned behind Jace, his hands around the front of Jason's thighs, seemingly holding them open. Their skin shone with sweat and their bodies undulated and rocked with the speed of their fucking. Not slow, not fast. But it was getting there. Jason's hands were over his head, clasped behind Jack's neck, and his eyes were closed, his face flushed with want and desire. Jack's eyes appeared closed but Daniel couldn't be sure. His lips were pressed behind Jason's ear, against his sweat-dampened hair. His mouth was slack, like Jason's, and his face was just as flushed. It was obvious that they were both lost in the pleasure they were receiving from the other. Daniel couldn't help but feel a bit of envy, maybe a touch more, at watching them, wishing that he was one of them. They looked so...perfect. Daniel felt something ignite inside him as he watched them. His own breathing had begun to match theirs.
His eyes were drawn to the bobbing of Jason's dick as it moved freely to Jack's steady, rhythmic thrusts, and he stared at it, finding himself wanting to know what Jason tasted like, what Jason would feel like inside him. His hand reached down to his groin and he rubbed his erection, as he was fully prepared to open his trousers and jerk off right there. Two things made him stop. One, wondering where Paul was, and coincidentally, a noise coming from Paul's room. Was Paul with someone too? Moving away silently from Jack's door, he approached Paul's and pushed it open quietly. No one was on his bed, so he peeked in further. Across the room, he saw Paul standing at the room's bay window, staring out. No one was with him. Paul was wearing only his trousers, and Daniel saw the belt on the bed. His eyes travelled over Paul's smooth, muscular back, then down over his backside, at the man's firm round ass accentuated by his cut of his trousers, and suddenly the fire that had been ignited in Daniel took control. He no longer saw Paul as just his best friend, and though he'd recognized earlier that he was attracted to him, his desire for the man now seemed to grow exponentially. It was lust.
He drained the champagne from his glass and set it down on a small table, shut the door, then slowly stalked toward Paul. The man remained at the window and didn't turn around as his head turned just a bit to the left as he detected a presence in the room. Daniel watched his cheek wrinkle slightly with a smile as Paul seemed to sense that it was him. Daniel approached him, his movements purposely predatory, and saw Paul's smile disappear and his back muscles tense, causing ripples down his spine. Daniel saw the goosebumps forming on the man's skin and their appearance excited him more, telling him that Paul liked what he was doing. Paul's arms remained folded across his bare chest, and he remained absolutely still even as it was obvious that his breathing increased.
Daniel felt the sweat forming over his own skin, the anticipation of what he was about to do shortening his breath. He stopped a few feet away from Paul, watching as the muscles in his back kept bunching, twitching, in his own anticipation and excitement. He kept his eyes locked on Paul as he unbuckled his trousers and let them fall to the floor. His slipped his boxers off next, then something occurred to him that he hadn't thought of in a long time, except for his own solo use: lube. Memory brought his eyes to the bedside table and considering where he was, and who he was with, moved to the drawer, retrieving the tube he had a feeling might be there. He turned to look back at Paul and something made him suddenly slam the drawer shut, making Paul jump. He smiled to himself, and a part of his mind told him that it wasn't a nice thing to do. The rest of his mind told that part to shut the fuck up.
His dick throbbed, along with the rest of him. The closer he got to Paul, the hotter he felt, and the more he could feel that same heat coming off Paul. With two more steps he was behind Paul, taking in his unique scent. He rubbed his chest lightly against Paul's back, his nipples coming into contact with the other man's skin, sending shivers through him. He brushed lips lightly behind Paul's ear, saying nothing.
Daniel set the lube onto the window seat and ran his hands lightly over Paul's chest, lightly fingering his nipples. His hands moved down to the inside of Paul's thighs and just as lightly, he moved his hands in an upward caress, then ever so lightly moving over his groin to the man's trouser button. Taking his time, he watched Paul's reactions as he slowly, seductively unbuttoned, then just as slowly pulled the zipper down. Pulling open his trousers, he pushed them over his hips and they dropped down. Daniel smiled, seeing that Paul had worn no underwear. Well, that was convenient. Been waiting for me, maybe? He moved his hands around to Paul's thighs, sliding upward firmly this time, taking in the feel of his skin. He didn't kiss him, though he wanted to. Instead, he nuzzled, brushing his lips and nose over Paul's neck and shoulders, taking in the man's smell, his innate musky odor. It aroused Daniel beyond his ability to speak. His hands glided up Paul's chest, again finding his nipples but this time between thumb and forefinger, he purposely pinched and gently twisted, and was rewarded with a sharp hiss from Paul.
He continued his caresses, not paying full attention to what his hands felt as his dick rubbed against Paul's ass cheeks, enjoying the shivers that ran through him from the stimulation. His mouth ran over the back of Paul's neck then and he parted his lips wider, letting his teeth graze the soft hair and skin. He felt Paul shiver under his touch and a primal need to give and take surrounded his desire. He cupped Paul's jaw and tilted his head back, watching Paul's reaction as he nipped underneath the fine line of bone. Paul gasped and closed his eyes, and Daniel smiled and repeated his nips, becoming more aggressive with them. A tiny sound emanated from Paul's throat, a whimper of wanton need. Paul reached out to catch himself, his hands pressing hard against the window as his body shook from the lust released by Daniel's rough touch.
Daniel took the lube and moved his body away just a bit....just enough to press his now-lubed fingers against Paul's ass, rubbing, stimulating. Paul gasped and Daniel rubbed harder, then slowly inserted a finger inside him. He received a groan from Paul as he felt the tight muscles contracting around his probing finger. More lube now, and two fingers, the muscles moving around his fingers as he stretched him. Paul felt incredible. He'd missed this. He'd missed this a lot. Paul moved backward against his fingers, telling Daniel he wanted more so Daniel gave him more as his fingers pushed further inside, scissoring, rotating, stimulating.
Enjoying the moans he brought out of Paul, Daniel silently removed his fingers, feeling a shudder move through Paul as he did. He moved away a moment and watched Paul's state of arousal as he prepared himself, feeling the shudders of pleasure that ran through his body as he caressed himself. Forcing Paul's legs wider apart with one foot, Daniel pressed behind him and rubbed his cock against Paul's rectum, waiting a moment before pushing inside. Wiping his fingers on his thigh, he cupped Paul's jaw and turned his face toward him, then kissed him deeply, shoving his tongue in his mouth as he sheathed himself slowly inside.
He moaned as he felt the wet, silky heat from Paul's body; the first time in ten years. Paul moaned in response, his hand coming up to cup the back of Daniel's head, deepening their kiss. Daniel pushed harder until he was balls-deep, feeling the intense moan from Paul deep in his throat. Lacing his fingers through Paul's hair, he suddenly gripped tightly, pinning Paul firmly, kissing him harder as his hips began a steady, hard rhythm. Paul's hand moved from his head and joined the other as they clawed at the window frame, his fingernails screeching out his tension from Daniel's insistent thrusts.
Daniel could feel the intense need coming off his friend, matching his own lust. And that's exactly what it was. Pure, unadulterated lust. He broke the kiss and Paul laid his head back against his shoulder as Daniel slid his hands down his body to firmly grasp the inside of Paul's thighs. He suddenly pulled them back...and upward, deepening his thrusts, while his thumbs rubbed over the man's perineum, making him cry out in pleasure.
Paul's body felt so hot to his touch, around his cock sheathed inside him, and Daniel found himself wanting to thrust forever. He needed to keep the pleasure going, but his balls felt heavy with want, demanding release. He obeyed his baser need and sped up his thrusts, gasping harshly against Paul's skin. He wasn't sure if he heard Paul, he could only feel his lover's panting coinciding with his own. He rested his lips under Paul's jaw again, licking down his throat.
Speaking for the first time, Daniel's voice was harsh, dry, husky. "You feel so goddamn good." The taste of the salty sweat on Paul's skin invited him to bite down and suck hard over the pulse point. He felt Paul begin to shake then, watched as his fingers scraped against the window. Aroused at the reaction he was creating in his lover, he bit down hard.
"I'm...gonna....God, Daniel! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" Paul literally howled as his orgasm hit, tensing his muscles, tightening his sphincter around Daniel's cock. Daniel gasped in surprise, thrusting hard and fast, his need swarming over him quickly.
A blinding shudder hit him suddenly and he cried out, "YES!" as his orgasm rocketed through him, releasing in strong pulses inside Paul as he ground against his ass. Paul jerked with pleasure, pushing back against Daniel's spasming cock, making him gasp and moan against Paul's neck.
Releasing his hold on Paul's thighs, Daniel slid his arms around him, holding his lover tightly to his body as they both came down from their climactic highs. Kissing softly against Paul's neck, Daniel moved back slightly, pulling himself out of Paul, making them both shiver at the leftover pleasure. He turned Paul around to face him then, taking his face in his hands, he gave him a slow, tender kiss. Paul returned the kiss as he placed his hands on Daniel's waist and pulled him against him.
"Hello, you. How're you doing?" Paul asked as his breathing calmed.
Daniel grinned and kissed him much more firmly, opening his mouth and thrusting his tongue inside, adoring the taste of his new lover. Slowly releasing him, Daniel said, "So, this is what you meant by getting together?"
Paul grinned, nuzzling his face. "Yes."
Daniel walked backwards, pulling Paul with him until they hit the bed, then he turned them both around and pushed Paul onto the bed, falling on top of him. "I like. More please."
Paul laughed softly. "You've definitely got some catching up to do."
Daniel gave him a tiny, secretive smile as he rubbed his body against him. "You have no idea," then kissed him hard.
Daniel took his time in the shower. The previous night with Paul had been...amazing. And very surprising. Daniel had forgotten that he held that much sexual aggression inside him. What had surprised him almost as much as his own feelings were those that had come from Paul. Paul had enthusiastically enjoyed Daniel's masterful display.
In the morning, Daniel felt a tiny bit of regret at his own aggressiveness and he was going to apologize when Paul silenced him with a finger to his lips, giving him the same small, secretive smile that Daniel had given him the night before.
"Shhh. No apologies. Truth is, you gave me something I wanted the moment you stalked into the room. You were wonderful, Daniel. Thank you."
Daniel smiled to himself as he washed, remembering those words. His thoughts shifted slightly, applying Paul's words to himself. Hadn't he also got what he'd wanted?
His dick twitched as he rinsed, the hot water assisting in its awakening. Daniel groaned, willing himself to think of other things, like breakfast, or books, or laundry...something else. He didn't want to waste his erections on his own hand any more; well, not while he had willing company with him. He'd done enough of that to last him for a while.
He was abruptly brought out of his thoughts by a knock on the door.
"Yeah?" he called out. Jason opened the door and stuck his head in.
"Hey!"
"Hi, Jace."
"Mind if I take a leak and wash up?"
"Jace....we share showers at work. Get your ass in here." Daniel smiled to himself, shaking his head as Jason shut the door and opened the toilet to take a piss.
Jason cleared his throat as he flushed the toilet, letting Daniel know he wanted to talk about something, then adjusted his boxers and turned on the faucet. "Daniel...Jack and I heard you and Paul had a meeting of minds last night." He pulled off his undershirt and hung it on a hook then put toothpaste on his toothbrush as he waited for Daniel to respond to his prodding.
Jason's emphasis on "heard" made Daniel stand motionless for a second, then he realized that Jason was doing what he usually did when he found out something unexpected about Daniel: he teased. Daniel continued rinsing, deciding to rise to the bait and then some. "Yeah, you heard right. I also heard some things."
"Really?" Jason said as he brushed, unable to keep himself from smiling as he looked at Daniel through the clear glass of the shower door. He'd been thinking he'd be embarrassing Daniel, just as he always had, then it dawned on him that things were different now. It might not be so easy any more. He was jerked out of his thoughts when Daniel shut off the water and opened the door. He smirked at Jason as Jason rinsed and spit. Grabbing his towel, he began to dry off as he decided to elaborate.
"In fact, I saw some things, too, Jace." He gave Jason a mischievous smile, his eyes twinkling.
Jason paused, his toothbrush in his mouth, toothpaste on his lips. A slow grin formed at the corners of his busy mouth. "You did?"
Daniel nodded back with a teasing grin. "Oh yeah. Goddamn hot things....as if you didn't think that would happen. Honestly, Jason. How clueless do you think I am, anyway? And who knew you guys were such exhibitionists." Jason smiled back at him as his eyes travelled down Daniel's body. Daniel did not fail to notice Jason's appraisal of him as he kept his gaze on Jason's face, waiting for Jason to see that he was watching him look over his body. When Jason did notice, he gave Daniel an almost sultry stare.
"So...um, did you and Paul catch up on what you'd been missing out on?" he asked, brushing once more, quickly, then rinsing.
Daniel continued to dry his skin, grinning at Jason and shaking his head. "No, Jace...not everything. I only had time for the one thing. I was rather tired after that." Jason sniggered.
"You don't have a problem talking about this now?" Jason asked carefully.
"No, Jace. You're one of my best friends. If I was willing to tell you about the dreams...I've no problem telling you about my sex life...but you'd have to get Paul's permission if you want to hear about what happened." Daniel finished that revealing statement with a sarcastic grin.
Jason nodded as he rinsed, then spit. "Fair enough, Daniel."
"Although," and he stood in front of him and held the towel away from his body for a moment, showing all of himself to Jason, then resumed his drying off. "Since I don't have a problem with being naked in front of you, it shouldn't be a problem with anything else."
Jason looked Daniel up and down, exaggerating his appreciative once-over. "I am so glad you don't have a problem with that," he grinned.
Daniel swiped at him with towel making Jason laugh and move out of the way.
"So..." Jason said, resuming their conversation. "Only the 'one thing'? That's all?"
Daniel gave him a predatory smile. "I only had the one thing on my mind, Jace. All those other things I've yet to...re-experience? I'll get around to them...eventually."
Wiping his mouth with the hand towel, Jason gestured to him, stepping away from the sink so that Daniel could use it. He leaned against the wall and watched as Daniel wrapped the towel around his waist and leaned against the sink to brush his teeth. Daniel was waiting for Jason to say something and he kept glancing at him in the mirror. He snorted when he caught Jason looking at his towel-clad ass, but the sight of Jason's eyes on him, looking at him that way, made him feel suddenly warm. He spat, rinsed, then cleared his throat.
"What, Jace?"
Jason looked up suddenly, broken from his examination of the towel covering Daniel's ass. He snorted at himself. "Sorry. I was just thinking of what else there is besides...um, that's a lot to cover. You really do have some catching up to do, don't you?"
"As I told Paul, you have no idea," Daniel said as he got out his shaving cream and razor.
"Probably feel new then," Jason said, baiting him, smirking.
Daniel rolled his eyes as he lathered his face. "I'm not a virgin, Jason. It's just been a while."
Jason snorted again. "As far as I'm concerned, ten years going without makes you a virgin again. Especially when you haven't even..."
Daniel paused as he removed the excess cream and stared at the man indignantly. "Jason...seven years ago I was making love to my wife, so I have had that pleasure, thank you. As for being with men, yeah...ten years. However...I have been jerking off on a regular goddamn basis. Although I've repressed myself, I'm not dead."
Jason snorted. "You're not repressed. Just...self-sacrificing."
Daniel started laughing. "Thanks...I think. Asshole."
Jason sniggered again, but his laughter was subdued. Daniel noticed he wasn't putting his undershirt back on and he wasn't in any hurry to leave. It suddenly occurred to him that Jason wanted something, especially when he noticed that the other man was half-hard.
"Jason...something on your...'other' mind?"
Jason was looking at the floor, as if thinking. "You do realize that we take care of each other, don't you?" he asked. Daniel paused, and realized that it would have to be so if they didn't see others here. He looked at Jason through the mirror and nodded. "Well, I'd...like to take care of one or more of those other things, Daniel." He then looked up through his lashes at Daniel. "Whatever you need." It was the most seductive look Daniel could remember seeing in a while...and he'd never imagined getting it from Jason.
"Damn, Jace," he sighed, feeling very warm, then looked at himself in the mirror, with the shaving cream on his face and laughed. "Um, you would have to do that while I look like a clown."
Jason smiled and pushed off from the wall, walking up behind him to place his hands on Daniel's shoulders as Daniel tilted his head back and took a swipe up his throat with the razor. He leaned in to whisper behind his ear as he looked at his own and Daniel's reflections in the mirror. "I've always wanted to shave someone. Would you let me?"
Daniel paused, surprised at Jason's offer. "Shave me?" he asked.
Jason nodded, grinning at Daniel's reaction. "Trust me?"
"You're serious?" Daniel asked, turning around to face him. Jason nodded again, waiting. Daniel gave him a short smile, actually finding himself warming to the erotic idea.
"If I can trust you with my life, Jace, I think I can trust you to shave me. Just don't slit my throat or I'll kill you."
Jason snorted in response as he placed his hands on Daniel's hips and moved him slightly away from the sink, then nudged him to sit on the vanity's counter top, pushing his knees apart and settling his own hips between them. "Not to worry. Jack will kill me for you. Paul, too, but he won't have to 'cause I'll be dead." He gave Daniel a knowing smile as Daniel laughed and nodded that that was very true and handed him the razor after rinsing it in the sink.
As Jason took over his shaving, taking long, slow swipes up his throat, Daniel placed his hands on Jason's waist as he stared into his eyes, watching him. The bathroom's bright light allowed more attention to Jason's face and Daniel noticed for the second or third time in his four-year friendship with Jason that the man had the most attractive laugh lines around his eyes; that his dark brown eyes seemed to reflect a tiny hint of purple in them, almost as if there were amethyst buried in there somewhere.
Jason's long fingers placed themselves carefully around Daniel's throat and jaw as he ran the razor over the last part of his throat, then rinsed and ran the wet razor over the freshly shaved neck. Daniel was suddenly aware how intimate and sexual an act this was, having Jason shave him. He lost himself in the touch of Jason's fingers, in the motion of the razor as it glided dangerously over his face, removing the rough stubble of hair. Daniel was aware of Jason's odor, of the not-so-subtle 'rain' scent of the shaving cream. Jason seemed to lose himself in the act as his eyes focused on every section he shaved, his eyes following the razor as it collected both stubble and shaving cream and rinsed it under the water of the faucet before returning the clean blade back to Daniel's face.
Daniel held his breath and drew his lips together as Jason delicately shaved over his upper lip, his concentration more focused and careful. Finished before Daniel realized it, Jason wet the washcloth and slowly ran it over Daniel's face, looking with equal concentration at his skin, seemingly waiting for Daniel to take away the cloth and do it himself. But Daniel didn't appear to object so Jason continued, wiping away shaving cream residue, rinsing the cloth and wiping again.
"Jace, do you know that your eyes have purple and violet hues in them?" Daniel asked him as Jason picked up the dry hand towel and ran it smoothly over Daniel's skin.
Jason paused, then smiled and continued to dry his face gently. "Yes, I did know that. It's not noticeable most of the time." He seemed pleased that Daniel did notice, but he wasn't surprised. In other people, Daniel noticed a lot that was on the surface, yet hidden.
"It helps to see with this light," Daniel replied softly. Jason then looked carefully into Daniel's eyes, studying them, and Daniel gave him a wry smile. "Looking for other colors besides blue?"
Jason smiled. "No, for your contacts, actually. They're so thin that you can't tell, even close up, that they're there." Daniel only smiled, not bothering to respond to that since it was unnecessary. They looked at each other for a few quiet moments and Daniel felt the air change slightly as he became aware of Jason's body heat. His smell, his skin, his body pressed between Daniel's thighs. Jason's sculpted, full lips became his focus then, and he suddenly couldn't keep his eyes from them.
Jason stared back at Daniel's freshly shaved face, and how his lips seemed to stand out, now that the dark shadow of facial hair was gone. Jason licked his lips slowly, looking into his eyes, then back at his mouth. "Daniel...could I...do you want to--"
Daniel cut off his words as he slid his hands up the sides of Jason's face and pulled him in, lightly running his lips back and forth against Jason's, taking in their feel against his own. He then moved a hand around his head to clasp tightly in his friend's thick black hair. Daniel firmly cupped his cheek with the other hand, his thumb brushing over Jason's lips. Daniel's eyes moved back and forth between Jason's surprised eyes and his mouth, as if trying to decide which was more fascinating to look at.
Jason's breathing became heavy, his chest and groin tingling at Daniel's visual exam. He stared into Daniel's eyes, then looked around his face admiringly. In a soft, breathless voice, he said, "Damn...your seduction technique is better than m--"
Daniel suddenly kissed him, thrusting his tongue inside, and Jason pulled Daniel up against him in response, his tongue joining in the gentle battle. His hands roamed over Daniel's smooth, muscular back, and he let out a moan as Daniel deepened their kiss. Daniel let go of Jason's hair and slid his hand down over the back of his neck, then down over his spine, feeling the other man shiver at his touch. Daniel pulled away slowly and looked into Jason's eyes, recognizing the deep, smouldering look...a look reflected in his own.
Jason stepped back and opened the door, walking backward out of the bathroom, his eyes wordlessly asking Daniel to follow. Daniel did so, and absently wondered why the suite was empty as he looked around before he moved unerringly into the bedroom and swung the door closed behind him.
Jason knew what Daniel was thinking as he watched the door close, but not latch. "They're downstairs," he whispered as he slipped off his shorts and moved over to the bed. He kept his gaze locked on Daniel's as he placed his hands at his waist and pushed him gently onto the king-sized four-poster bed. Daniel slid back until his shoulders hit the short headboard and as he thought about what Jason had in mind, he was already throbbing by the time Jason started to crawl toward him.
Daniel's pulse raced as his friend reached out and touched his legs, running his hands under the towel and rubbing his thumbs along the sensitive skin of Daniel's inner thighs. His lips and tongue soon followed, teasing both thighs and staying just enough away from his groin to tease. Jason moved his mouth away and kiss his way up Daniel's side until he stretched over him. Daniel pulled his soon-to-be lover down into a passionate kiss as he wrapped his legs around his and pushed his groin into him. Daniel's hands ran over Jason's back and buttocks, loving the feel of his warm skin as Jason flexed his buttocks.
Daniel hissed as Jason rubbed his cock against his own, making him break their kiss. "Jace..." and Jason looked down into his eyes with an intense passion. Daniel suddenly found his hands being placed over his head.
"Try to keep from touching. No matter what. Lie back and enjoy."
Flushed with want, Daniel acknowledged but didn't answer as he grabbed the top of the headboard and let his shoulders and head sink back into the large, fluffed pillows. Jason moved back down, pulled the towel off of Daniel's hips and looked down at his friend's very hard cock. He blew...and Daniel shivered and squirmed, feeling the slightly warm air stimulating his cock. He hadn't had a blow job in such a long time, the memories no longer seemed to have feelings attached to them and this felt brand new, just as entering Paul's body had.
Jason gently took hold of his cock and caressed it, not stroking. Daniel gasped and thrust his hips up while his fingers were already white-knuckling the rounded headboard in anticipation. Jason looked up at him, then leaned down and snaked out his tongue to slide up the length of Daniel's cock, watching his reaction as he did so. He was rewarded with another gasp as Daniel's mouth dropped open to breathe through his now-constant panting.
"What do you want?" he whispered, his lips brushing against the hot skin.
"Jace..." Daniel panted.
"What do you want?"
"I want you to suck me until I come, Jace," Daniel whispered demandingly.
He inhaled sharply as Jason's fingers wrapped around his shaft and began to give it a slow, tight stroke as his tongue reached out and firmly swiped over the head. Daniel gasped again, quietly this time, in thrilled surprise, thinking that he never would have imagined what Jason looked like going down on him until he was finally watching him. Nothing would have compared to what he looked like now, moving his tongue over him, with that hungry look on his face. Jason looked as if he wanted to eat him whole, and suddenly that was what Daniel wanted. All he wanted. He hissed as Jason's tongue moved in circles over the head of his dick and he thrust invitingly up, wanting Jason to take his flesh in his mouth, needing him to.
Jason closed his eyes then and took the head of his dick slowly into his mouth as his hand began to work the shaft. Daniel moaned as Jason pressed his hands against his buttocks to encourage Daniel to thrust again...and again, while he caressed the underside of his cock with his tongue. Daniel moaned as he felt a hand move to caress his balls now and grabbed the headboard more tightly as he opened his legs wider in encouragement.
Jason suddenly pulled Daniel's cock from his mouth and moved down the shaft, inhaling his scent, giving the hot, silky skin suckling kisses. His mouth reached his balls to slowly engulf and suck gently, first one, then the other, rewarded again with louder cries of pleasure. Daniel writhed in Jason's grasp as he grabbed hold of his thighs and held him still while he tongued back and forth across the sac.
Daniel thought he'd lost it before with Paul but Jason's tongue and busy month were driving him insane. Jason's tongue licked further below, wetting and stimulating his perineum, moving back to the base of his cock to suckle the skin, then moving back upward toward the head. Jason suddenly moved off of him and stretched up over him, bringing his mouth to Daniel's in a long, passionate kiss. His hands moved up to cover Daniel's, caressing them, as his body rubbed wantonly over Daniel's, his groin sparking. Jason broke their kiss, gasping, nuzzling both sides of Daniel's face.
Daniel could feel Jason's passion fueling him, hearing his long, loud panting and the ache of need within it. He felt another surge of heat move through him, only this one was of amazement that he could do this to Jason, make him feel this way. He had no idea that Jason was this passionate a man. Suddenly Jason's voice was in his ear, lulling and pleading at the same time and Daniel felt another shiver down his spine at the sound.
"I want to feel my fingers inside you." he asked as his tongue ran under his ear, his lips kissing along Daniel's jaw.
Daniel, panting with the need Jason was bringing out of him, tried to find his voice. "Yes," and he arched his head back as Jason growled a pleasant noise against his throat. It was a deep, playful, very arousing response. Jason then moved from Daniel over to the bedside table to open the drawer and retrieved the lube.
Daniel's eyes darkened as he saw the lube. Jason smiled, then brought his lips down to one of Daniel's dark pink nipples, nipping gently, then not so gently, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from Daniel as he pulled the nub taut. He moved over to the other one and did the same, then received the same response from Daniel once more. Jason moved down Daniel's body, licking, kissing, biting playfully, tonguing his navel and bringing a shudder through Daniel as a result. Smiling, he suddenly took Daniel's dick back into his mouth, suckling the head, mouthing him like a popsicle. Daniel gasped at the surprising abruptness of it, tightening his grip even more on the headboard as he planted his feet firmly and began slowly thrusting into Jason's mouth, watching with lustful fascination as Jason wholeheartedly encouraged him.
"Yes, Jace. God, yes," he panted, completely forgetting about Jason's hands, and the lube, until his eyes widened with shock at the feeling of cool, lubed fingertips rubbing against his ass. "OH GOD!" he cried out, dropping his head back to let himself feel, his hips falling into Jason's hands, his sphincter muscle relaxing, demanding more. Jason's mouth moved off of his cock, and licked down his shaft to take his balls in his mouth once more as his fingertips went to work, circling, rubbing, pressing slightly.
Daniel writhed, demanding more and more as Jason fingered his rectum. "Jace...dammit," he whispered hoarsely, his throat dry now from constant panting. Suddenly Jason leaned over him and took Daniel's cock back into his mouth just as his fingers pushed slowly, gently, inside him. "Jace!" Daniel cried out at the almost forgotten pleasure as Jason waited, despite what Daniel ordered, taking his time, eventually moving his fingers deep. He loved the feel of Daniel, how hot and wet he was and how he responded to his touch. Slowly his fingers moved further inside, searching, and Daniel knew damn well what Jason was searching for. "Oh God," he whispered in anticipation while his shoulder and arm muscles bulged with tension as his hands tightened their grip on the headboard. "Jason..." he whispered, feeling Jason's fingers gently probing...until suddenly he felt a hot shuddering inside and his eyes widened as his throat released sudden repetitive harsh cries.
Jason smiled to himself as he rubbed and thrust his fingers slowly in and out of him, working him in the same rhythm that his mouth loved his cock. He rubbed his fingertips gently on his hard gland, careful not to over-stimulate as he felt Daniel's body tense for orgasm. He tightened his arm around Daniel's hips, then pulled his mouth back and sucked hard on the head of his cock as his fingers now moved quickly in and out, encouraging Daniel to come.
"FUCK!" Daniel cried hoarsely, his eyes shutting tight as he brought his hips off the bed, the headboard creaking as he yanked hard for leverage. Jason pulled him back down to the bed and Daniel's hands flew down to grab and comb through Jason's hair as he came hard into his mouth. Jason swallowed quickly as he felt Daniel's semen pulse strong and thick over his tongue and he moaned loudly then, his own orgasm releasing as his mouth tightened around Daniel's cock. Daniel's cries changed to long, crooning moans as his body shook from the pleasure that Jason continued to give him.
Paul walked out of the bathroom and saw Jack rooted before the open door, mesmerized, and Paul knew what it was that fascinated him as he heard Daniel's and Jason's moans coming from the bedroom. He moved over behind Jack, startling him slightly as he looked over his shoulder to watch the scene Jack was riveted to. Paul pushed his own casual shorts over his hips, then his hands snaked around Jack's waist and without foreplay or pretense, pushed Jack's shorts over his hips and slid his hands down to cup his balls and stroke his cock. Jack's hands covered Paul's, encouraging his touch. He needed him, needed his touch.
They watched Daniel writhe on the bed as Jason pleasured him; watched as Daniel's lithe, muscular body strained and tensed under the stimulation he received; watched as Daniel pulled and jerked on the headboard every time he cried out.
"He's amazing to watch, isn't he? All that pent-up sexual tension just waiting to be released," Paul whispered against Jack's neck as he tightened his fist around his shaft and stroked faster.
"Yes...he is," Jack hissed.
"You want to fuck him, don't you?" Paul asked as he rubbed his dick against his ass.
"So bad it hurts."
"You will..."
"I can't...not yet."
"Yes, you can."
"No...and you know why."
Paul was silent for a moment as he positioned his cock between Jack's buttocks, then kissed Jack's ear and moved his lips over his neck. "Don't make him wait too long, Jack."
Jack groaned and held onto Paul's hands as Paul jerked him off while rubbing his own erection against Jack's ass. When Daniel came, so did they.
"Jason...goddamn," Daniel panted, trembling as he came down off his high. Jason gently removed his fingers and moved up to take Daniel in his arms. Daniel grabbed him around the neck and kissed him hard, his other hand moving down to take hold of his dick. What he found was cooling, sticky fluid. He broke off his kiss in surprise, looking down at his hand, then up at Jason's sated eyes.
"You came," he stated, his tone intimating a bit of disappointment. Jason smiled and nodded, kissing him again.
"Next time, Jace," Daniel growled as Jason's tongue searched out his and made him forget as his hands caressed and soothed.
When they got up, Daniel looked over and noticed a smirking grin on Jason's face as he looked back at him.
"What?"
Jason inclined his head toward the door. "We had an audience."
Daniel flushed slightly in surprise. "What?"
"The door's open. It was more closed than that before." Jason had a devious, filthy look on his face and Daniel realized that Jason liked the idea that they had been watched. Daniel blinked....and realized that the idea didn't repulse him. In fact, it gave him a thrill. Jason's smile widened as he read the look and recognized it. "You're liking that idea, I can tell. Strangely arousing, isn't it?"
Daniel cleared his throat while excitement flooded him at the thought of having Jack watch him. "I used to...watch...a little bit, a long time ago, and that was solo stuff, you know, but I'd never had anyone watch me with someone else. It feels...exhilarating." Jason nodded, then stretched out over the bed and took Daniel's hand, gently biting along one finger. Daniel found himself fascinated at the level of intimacy and eroticism Jason was sharing with him. He really shouldn't have been surprised at Jason's earlier passion, nor his demonstrativeness now. Jason had always been that way, but Daniel hadn't ever allowed himself to really see it. He was glad he could see it now because it somehow seemed to bring them closer together.
"It's a hell of a turn on when you're having sex, Daniel, knowing that someone else you're attracted to is watching." He grinned with Daniel's knuckle between his teeth, he then kissed it and pulled his mouth away. "Why do you think I left the door to Jack's room open last night?"
Daniel slowly smiled back, then suddenly grabbed Jason's hand and bit his middle knuckle. "Manipulative dick," he chastised.
"I have been known to use it that way."
"Really? Do tell..." Daniel asked, leaning forward to kiss Jason quickly on the lips before he headed to the bathroom to clean up.
"I'm not giving away all my secrets. Spoils the fun," he said as he followed Daniel out.
"Good. That means I can torture them out of you," and Daniel paused a moment when he saw that Jack and Paul were sitting at the table, reading their newspapers and drinking coffee. They looked over at him and grinned, not saying a word. Daniel felt a tiny bit of embarrassment but it was quickly overtaken up by his stronger feeling of confidence. There was no need to feel embarrassed here. He smiled.
"Hey, guys," he said and moved on to the bathroom in decidedly smug manner. Jason winked at Jack and Paul, then followed Daniel.
Paul coughed as he swallowed his coffee, then gave Jack a knowing smirk. Jack just stared after Daniel, watching the slight sway of his ass as he disappeared into the bathroom. He turned back and saw Paul's expression and smirked back.
"Bastard. I have to command that ass, too. He has no Earthly right to look so fucking sexy."
Paul sniggered.
After a bit of ribbing each other while cleaning up, Daniel and Jason went back into the bedroom where Jason also kept his clothes and they both got dressed. The club allowed for a variety of clothing as long as it was tasteful (or as Jason put it, "elitist") so they dressed in tasteful shirts and shorts, along with sneakers. Jason pulled on a pair of black shorts and a red v-necked shirt while Daniel dressed in white tennis shorts and a pale blue cotton v-neck tee shirt that Paul had gotten him a couple of months back.
Daniel checked himself out in the full length mirror and nodded to himself. "Not bad." Jason snorted and slapped him on the ass.
"I'll say. You look delicious, as I just knew you would."
Daniel snorted and smacked him back. After putting on their sneakers, they joined the other two men at the dining table.
Daniel noted that Jack was wearing a white shirt and forest green shorts, while Paul wore standard white on white. Daniel walked around Paul and kissed him on the head, then moved around Jack and kissed Jack on the head as well. He really couldn't help it. He just felt so damn good.
Jack, to say the least, was a tiny bit startled. The look on his face made both Paul and Jason burst out laughing. Daniel didn't see it but he could imagine. He gave Jack an impish smile as he sat down and poured himself some coffee.
"Morning, Jack. Paul."
"Morning, Daniel," Paul responded.
Jack cleared his throat. "Morning, Daniel. Been a little busy?"
Daniel snorted. "You'd know," he said, biting into a croissant he'd removed from the warmer on the table.
Jack shot a look at Paul who winked at him as he retrieved his own croissant. Jack took a sip from his coffee, cracked a slow smile and returned to reading his paper.