Lust

Joy

SG-1 had a very easy eight-hour mission. A basic meet, greet, wine-and-dine. They returned late in the day to a very pleased General Hammond. The man was pleased that nothing had gone wrong with his flagship team - a rarity on a first-contact mission. The native humans were on the same technological platform as the Tau'ri, but they also had an over-abundance of trinium the Goa'uld did not know about since their world was unknown to them. SG-9 was assigned the continuation of the mission for diplomatic relations and deal-brokering.

Daniel was pleased that they'd had such an easy time of it, even if he had had little to do except make the basic anthropological studies and comparisons. What he was most pleased about was Jack. He seemed more relaxed with him after they'd had that interesting little kiss-and-make-up session in his office. Daniel had still felt the tingling from that contact as he had had his knuckles taped up for the mission. That little 'accident' of his had caused him to receive a royal chewing out from Janet.

It was now the end of the work day, and Daniel was looking forward to the talk that he and Jack had agreed to. He waited for Jason's team to clear out of the gear-up room so he could reaffirm his and Jack's plans, plus he wanted to say hello to Jason properly before they left. As Jason's team seemed to be taking their time, Daniel decided to carefully broach the subject with Jack instead of waiting for them to be alone. Grabbing his jacket, Daniel closed his locker and walked over to him.

"Jack?"

Jack looked up, seemingly nervous, and Daniel could suddenly sense that old familiar feeling of getting bad news. He proceeded anyway, hoping he was wrong. "You feel like coming over for dinner and having that talk?"

Jack looked away, grabbed his own jacket, and closed his locker. "Actually, Daniel, I'm feeling a bit tired. You mind if I take a rain check?"

Daniel's brows knotted together. Jack was lying. Ever since that damnable NID sting, he'd learned to read the signs. He swallowed, fighting back the urge to snap at Jack for changing his mind...again. Jason's teammates suddenly broke Daniel's eye contact with Jack as they noisily left the locker room. As soon as the men were out the door, Jason walked up behind Daniel and grabbed him in a bear hug, nuzzling his neck. Aside from the nuzzling, Jason often did that here, even in front of his teammates, so it wasn't overly surprising...though it was the only place on base where he showed any kind of physical affection. Every time he did it, however, he managed to make Daniel smile, especially when he nuzzled him. This time, the smile on Daniel's face was somewhat restrained.

"Hey," Jason mumbled, his nose snuffling against Daniel's neck, sensing the tension in his friend's body.

"Hi Jace," Daniel replied, leaning into him briefly before stepping away. Jason frowned a little as he noted the tension increasing. He walked over to Jack and gave him a hug, his eyes trying to figure out what had just gone on between Daniel and Jack because it was obvious to him now where the tension came from.

"How ya doin', Jack? You ready to head out?"

Daniel's jaw clenched and eyes grew slightly hard. The way Jason asked the question meant that he and Jack had plans. Jack looked sheepishly at Daniel and Jason quickly caught it. Jack had obviously made plans with Daniel, too; plans which Jack had apparently just backed out of.

"I forgot, Daniel. Jason and I had already planned on going out when he got back."

Daniel forced himself to relax as he could see that Jack was telling the truth but he was still bristling. "You didn't have to lie, Jack. You could have just said." He hesitated a moment. "You two have a nice time," and he started to leave but Jason grabbed his arm.

"Daniel, don't leave yet. Would you wait for us upstairs while I have a chat with Jack?" Jason said, glaring at Jack. "We'll be up in a bit."

Daniel looked over at Jack, feeling as if he'd just been drop-kicked. It happened every time Jack lied to him, no matter the reason. It was absurd, but everyone else could lie to him...except Jack. It made no sense, but it was what it was. "There's nothing to straighten out, Jace. Jack just lied to me, and for a very lame reason," he stated, still not looking away from Jack's returning gaze.

"Daniel...I'm sorry," Jack said earnestly. "I shouldn't have done that but it just...." and he shook his head, clearly unsettled that he'd done that to Daniel. Daniel started to calm a bit more but he needed a bit of distance first before he could completely do that.

"Daniel, please wait for us?" and Jason squeezed Daniel's arm. Daniel brought his hand up over Jason's and at first he was going to throw off his touch, but instead, he squeezed his hand back.

"Okay." He turned on his heel and left, glancing back at Jack just before going through the door.

Jason turned to Jack as soon as they were alone and stood there, watching as Jack began to bang his head on his locker. Sighing, he pulled Jack away from the locker. "Have you lost your mind?" he asked with a frown of deep concern.

"We were going to go home and talk, Jace, but I forgot that you and I were also going to spend time together. I panicked and fell into that old clichéd bullshit, and told him I was too tired to talk."

"Jesus, Jack," Jason said with another sigh, then a thought occured to him. "Did talk mean something else?"

"Something else, but I don't know what. We didn't discuss it but I think we'd have..."

Jason rolled his eyes in exasperation, damning himself for interfering, even innocently. "And what finally brought this about?"

"I kissed the hell out of him this morning...in his office."

Jason smiled gently. "In his office?" Jack gave him that 'don't start with me' look. Jason smirked then, adding, "'Bout fucking time."

Jack ignored the jibe and decided to elaborate. "Our last mission out, the one to the Beta site...? We...well, we didn't fuck but...it was mutual. He's so...He's so damn intense, Jace."

Jason groaned in agreement as flashes of visual and sense memory went through him. "Tell me about it. Okay, so that was great but something else happened. Why did you back down?"

Jack turned away. "I think you know why."

Jason put his hand on Jack's arm and rubbed comfortingly. "You're going to lose him if you keep this up. You decided to go to him, to help, to be there for him just as you've always been, and you took it just that one step further, and he was ready for it. Now you're holding back and he's getting tired of it. We've taken him into our little circle, Jack. You can't just decide that you'll only go so far and no more. That's being a prick tease and you of all people, are definitely not a prick tease."

Jack sighed, hating it when Jason got down to the core of matters. The man was infuriatingly good at it. "I think I'm also afraid of scaring him off. You know how he's been, what he's been through."

"Even though he's not ready for a monogamous relationship right now, he does want one."

"How do you know that?" Jack asked, turning back around, startled.

"We got drunk one night and he told me," Jason said simply. "I've wanted to ask him about it, get him to loosen up more but ever since we started up a sexual relationship, I keep getting...sidetracked," and he paused to give Jack that knowing grin. "He's very loving, and a very loyal and commited man so the idea of a relationship has probably crossed his mind on more than one occasion. You and I and Paul are comfortable with the way things are for now and that's just what Daniel needs, too," and Jason paused for a moment.

"He used to be terrified of losing us, even as friends, but the possibility of losing a lover terrified him more so he's tried to spare himself that pain. You and I both know that it's one of the reasons he's stayed celibate, despite what he tells himself or us." Jason reached up and touched Jack's cheek. "I don't want to scare him, either, Jack. He's finally freeing himself and I don't want to ruin that. Even so, you have to loosen up and freely give him what he'd give you. It's only fair." Jason paused once more, choosing his words carefully. "You know all this, though. So, the real question is...what happened? You feeling that green-eyed monster already?"

Jack sat down on the bench and put his head in his hands. He suddenly came face to face with what was nagging him. "Jace, I don't want him playing the field. I don't want him seeing others besides us. That's selfish and possessive, I know. I don't want to control him but...I want him here...with us."

"With you, you mean," Jason stated, pushing, trying to see if maybe Jack would admit openly to what he and Paul already knew.

"No!" Jack protested, then saw the look on Jason's face. "No, not...exactly. I feel like you do, it's us, you know? You, me, and Paul."

"Except it's not. You're excluding yourself because you think you'll fall even deeper and you won't be able to do your job, right?"

"What do you mean, 'fall even deeper'?"

"You know exactly what I mean, Jack."

Jack groaned and rubbed his face with his hands. "This is fucked up."

Jason sat down next to him and rubbed his back, knowing that he couldn't push him on that subject so he stayed with the 'open' topic for discussion. "You're gonna have to get over that insecurity about your command, Jack. I know you can command anyone, even your lovers, while at work. I know you can do that with Daniel, too. Making love to him won't make a difference."

"I'm scared it might, Jace. I feel like once we have that, my feelings will..."

"Intensify?" Jason asked. Jack sighed, not looking at him, and Jason sighed back, then grabbed him gently about the neck. "You're giving him mixed signals in the meantime, Jack, and he doesn't need that. What happens if he leaves all of us for someone else?"

Jack shot his head up. "He wouldn't..." then he frowned, considering the possibility.

"He might," Jason told him gently. "If you want to keep him within our circle, you're going to have to get your head out of your ass by this coming weekend or we will lose him down the road. This has to be fixed now, Jack."

"This weekend? Is that when we're...?"

"Yes, and I've got things arranged already. You talked with Daniel, I assume?"

Jack nodded. "Offworld. He said he'd like me to be part of it." Jason smiled widely. "But that was before..." and he motioned at the door. "Shit."

"Did you make the other arrangements? Did you go talk to Dylan?" Jason asked.

"Yes, Friday, and I had to turn Daniel down to do it."

"Uh oh."

"And I think that's partly why we had a fight this morning."

"You had a fight?" Jason asked, alarmed.

"He was mad and hit his locker."

Jason got up and spun around in dramatic sufferance, placing a hand over his eyes. He suddenly understood exactly why and how everything had gone the way it had. Why Daniel got so mad over a mistake. "What did you say?"

Jack looked up at him with irritation. "How do you know it wasn't him?"

"Jack...what did you say?"

"You know how we forced him to look elsewhere because he hasn't had any experience in the last ten years?" and Jason nodded. "Well, I think he's found someone to have casual sex with, someone on-base."

"How do you know that?"

"This past weekend. He seemed more...what you said, relaxed. Carter and Teal'c noticed it, too. Then he waved at someone in the cafeteria this morning that I didn't see, and I asked who it was and he wouldn't tell me. We got into a fight about it and I said something stupid."

Jason groaned and shut his eyes, and Jack went on.

"I went to his office to apologize and saw he'd hit his locker. I apologized and it was there and then that I kissed him."

Jason's emotions ranged from disappointment to hope, though he was still disgusted. "So, basically, what it boils down to is that no matter what you get up to, you don't want him screwing around outside our group because you're jealous."

Jack looked at him, insulted. "Jesus, Jason, don't put it like that."

Jason just stared at him and clenched his jaw. "You are such a pain in the...mikta, Jack O'Neill," he said with a soft voice, then pulled him up. "Come on, let's go grab him and have a drink."

"Yeah, I need one," Jack said, sighing deeply.

"He does love you, you know."

Jack gave him a frown. "Yes, I know that. Just as he loves you."

"Yes, but I think it's more than that, though he hasn't admitted anything. I don't think he even realizes it yet."

Jack gave Jason an annoyed look. "Will you stop that. He loves all of us. He and I just have a tighter relationship because of Abydos. That's all it is."

Jason sighed. "If you say so, Jack."

Jack sighed back. "I can't have him leave us, Jace."

"Then we're gonna have to do something, Jack, or he'll get fed up."

"If he isn't already."

"He's not. He's just mad," and he paused for a moment. "By the way, what made you move now? I thought you were going to wait until after the...you know?"

Jack shook his head. "I...wanted to talk to him about the fantasy. He...escalated things...boy, did he. I was suddenly faced with a very hot, demanding Daniel Jackson and....Jesus, Mary, and Joseph."

"You encouraged him," Jason teased, pushing at Jack's shoulder.

Jack looked up. "How could I not? Fuckin' A, Jace. You couldn't resist him and neither could Paul. He's like this..." but he left the sentence unfinished.

Jason only grinned at him in understanding. "And this morning? What happened there? On base, Jack?"

He gave Jason a small smile that Jason returned. "Don't you start. It was just...I just...I saw him in his office, looking hurt and angry after what I said and I..."

"You couldn't resist," Jason finished, realizing that he couldn't deny the pull that Daniel had over them, even on base. Jack groaned and Jason laughed gently. "Care for a bit of personal time?" he asked, teasing.

Jack snorted, then gave Jason a long look. "In more ways than one."

Jason smiled at him. "Let's go then."

Daniel stood next to his car, his anger dwindling but his disappointment in Jack still very much alive. Even if it was an honest mistake, Jack didn't have to lie. And why would he feel the need to? It was a defensive mechanism, Daniel told himself. He knew Jack didn't mean too much by it and the fact that Jack obviously felt guilty helped Daniel calm down. The reality was that Jack wanted to be with both of them and he'd fallen into the clichéd trap of double-booking one date with another. If that was what their planned talk would have been called. Daniel smiled to himself, finding that humourous. A date. They'd had a date, even if it had fallen through.

Daniel then realized that he didn't feel any jealousy at the thought of Jack being with Jason. It was the thought of Jack being with strangers that had fueled the jealousy in the first place. He reluctantly admitted to himself that the feeling of jealousy also included Dylan, though not as much. He tried to picture the same situations with Jason or Paul - that of strangers with them - and realized the jealousy applied to them as well. Daniel didn't like it, either. He wasn't a jealous person by nature. He was, however, a very protective person. Maybe that's what it was and the sexual aspect had transformed the protectiveness into a feeling of jealousy.

He frowned, not really proud of himself for any of it. Okay, so, what to do about it. He couldn't really dismiss it; he had to deal with it. But he didn't know why he felt it so how could he deal with it?

Okay, jealousy was a 'control' issue, and in this case, relating to love. He loved Jason, he loved Jack, he loved Paul. So, where was the control? Thinking about it for a few moments, he knew that his love for them was very strong, and maybe the sexual aspect was responsible for the jealousy. The way he felt about sex, it was plausible, but not likely. His feelings about sex were changing.

He shook his head, finally able to see what it was. The control issue was not jealousy but possessiveness, and the possessiveness that only belonged to his alpha male instincts. Although they were a quieter version of alpha male, with a slightly subtler need to dominate, he did indeed have a stronger, more aggressive side and he'd been feeling it a lot lately.

But...why didn't he feel that alpha jealousy between his friends when he thought of them being together? He felt...something, but it wasn't jealousy. It was more a feeling of being excluded, left out. Of his growing need to be with them and not just as friends. He recalled the thoughts he'd had before, worrying about their friendship turning strictly sexual. There was no need to worry about that anymore, however, and for that he was very relieved.

He sighed. So, in the final analysis, he was being a possessive alpha male who didn't want his friends seeing strangers. Okay...not 'strangers', just people he didn't know. Okay, that wasn't it, either. He didn't want his friends seeing anyone else. It didn't seem fair. He saw others and they seemed to approve, and he wasn't sure why. It wasn't like them. All three of his friends were somewhat protective and possessive - or in Jack and Jason's case, very protective - and they'd already set him up with someone who, for all intents and purposes, they'd cleared. He smirked. They didn't even know about Alex. Daniel felt a kind of naughty guilt about that. What would they think, and more importantly, how would they react when he told them? He couldn't help but smirk at the thought. What would they do?

As he chastised himself for actually enjoying the idea of their possessiveness, he suddenly realized that he wasn't mad at Jack anymore. He was, in fact, okay, though he did feel a little bit excluded from Jack's love life, mostly because he wanted him. And Jason. And Paul. That's what it boiled down to, wasn't it?

Maybe.

Jack and Jason were leaving the elevator just then, coming toward him. Daniel saw the look on Jack's face and all he was faced with was love for the man. Any residual feelings of anger he might have had quickly vanished. He was, however, aware of his own alpha possessiveness, and sexual lust, which gripped him the moment he saw his two friends. He suddenly had the faintest curiosity about what a threesome would be like, but squashed the feeling for the moment as he folded his arms and grinned at them.

"Done with your talk?" he asked sarcastically.

"Mmmm, more or less," Jason replied, grinning at Jack. Jack put in hands in his pockets and looked at Daniel, but before he could say anything, Daniel held up his hand to forestall any further apology.

"It's okay, Jack. I got mad and I shouldn't have. Mistakes happen. I thought you were blowing me off again and I gated to the wrong conclusion." Jack gave him his typical nod, the silent 'thank you'.

"You seem better," Jason said, studying him. "How're you doing really?"

Daniel gave him a small mischievous smile. "I'm okay. I'm not mad, either. I thought it through and told myself to get over it, so..."

Jack and Jason exchanged glances. "Are you sure you don't wanna come over for a drink or something?" Jack offered and Jason nodded in agreement. Daniel shook his head.

"Not this time, thanks. You just came back, Jace, and Jack made plans with you first. There'll be another time and I--" and he was suddenly interrupted by his cellphone. "Excuse me," and he pulled out the phone and answered it. "Hello."

"Daniel?"

Daniel hesitated, then identified the voice. Alex. The sound of his voice suddenly diverted the lust already rising within him. There was only one reason Alex was calling and the promise of getting off sent an anticipatory thrill through his groin. "Hi. What's up?" he asked, purposely eyeing his friends, making his voice sound deliberately secretive, seductive.

"You able to talk?"

"Yes. You still at work?" he asked, knowing it would surprise Jack and Jason, and he wasn't disappointed.

"Yeah, but I'm gonna be stuck here for a while and so I'm on dinner break. You free for a little while?" Alex's voice sounded hopeful...and horny.

Daniel knew Jason and Jason's curiosity was piqued and that he was deliberately provoking that old possessive and protective nature of theirs...again. He smiled at them, inwardly happy at seeing them suddenly shift their feet nervously. Maybe now would be a good time to examine his alpha side a little more carefully.

"It just so happens I am free for a bit." He then grinned evilly as both Jack and Jason's browlines rose in further surprise. Their cheeks were also showing a tiny flush of arousal as they seemed to be getting off on his conversation, hearing him make a date...with someone they didn't know about. Daniel found this very interesting. "Where do you have in mind?" Daniel asked, seeing their arousal in their body language.

"My office. A little...give and take..." then Alex cleared his throat and Daniel could just sense the excitement in his voice. "or maybe you could just...take."

Daniel's own cheeks flushed a bit as the lust within him rose a lot higher when Alex said the word 'take'. Daniel made sure that Jack and Jason noticed his arousal as he swallowed, keeping his eyes on them.

"I'd like that. Be there in five minutes?" Alex agreed and Daniel hung up. He had an idea and the thought of it was arousing him beyond belief. Jack wanted to know who he'd been with? Well, Daniel have him know. He wanted his friends to watch him get laid. To have sex. He already knew they'd get off on it, considering what happened at the club. Right now, Daniel was feeling that same kind of...exhibitionism.

Jason and Jack exchanged glances as they saw the intense look on Daniel's face. "Who was that?" Jason asked, trying and failing to sound nonchalant as he swallowed hard.

Daniel gave them a very dirty smile, then fixed his gaze on Jack. "You wanted to see who I was talking to this morning? Well, I'm going to see him. Would the two of you care to..." and he left it open, hoping they'd take the offer, reading it for what it was, and also hoping neither would give him any hassle over 'on base' risks.

The two men stared at Daniel with curious smiles. "Stand...guard?" Jack asked as he cleared his throat. Daniel didn't answer. He only smiled and began to walk back to the elevator, looking over his shoulder.

"Jason, we do have to look out for him...don't we?" Jack asked, hesitant over this huge risk Daniel was taking, despite how his own dick was reacting. Jack could see the heat rising in Jason's eyes and nothing more was said as they joined Daniel at the elevator and got inside when the door opened. Daniel still held a small smile, but his eyes were literally glittering with excitement. He pushed the button for the fifth floor and his friends followed him as he exited the elevator.

As they moved down Corridor C, they discovered it was indeed deserted. As Daniel approached room 12, he paused, turning to his friends. He nodded at the room, then moved inside and purposely left the door ajar.

Inside the room, there was another office at the far end and Daniel heard papers rustling. When Alex looked up and saw Daniel walking in, he dropped what he had in his hands, letting the papers fall to the desk. Daniel gave Alex a small, predatory smile.

"I hope you have lube, Alex," he whispered, "Or there won't be any taking." He left the door open behind him, getting off on the risk. "Are the cameras on?" he asked, not looking, just in case they were.

"No cameras, Daniel. Not in this corridor. And yes," and he pulled open a drawer and dropped the lube on the desk. Daniel's lust rose even higher. He took charge right then and there, undoing his jeans as he walked over to Alex, grabbing him and kissing him hard and passionately, pushing him against his desk which faced sideways from the door. His hands quickly travelled over Alex's body, his fingers finding and squeezing Alex's buttocks, making the man moan.

"How do you want it, Alex?" he asked quietly as he broke off the kiss.

Alex's skin flushed with excitement as he quickly opened his pants. "Hard and fast, Daniel. We don't have a lot of time, but I need you."

Daniel smiled and took Alex's dick in his hand, making the man gasp and close his eyes as he bit his lips together. "I'll assume you're tested, same as me?" Daniel asked as he stroked Alex's cock. The man kept his eyes closed as he nodded in reply to Daniel's question. Daniel let his cock go and moved a step back. "Good. Turn around, Alex," and he opened his jeans and pushed them down over his ass. He grabbed the lube and slicked up his cock. His body was shaking with tension and anticipation. "Do you need to be prepped?" he asked and Alex shook his head. "Good. Spread your legs as much as you can, bend over and grab the front edge of your desk," Daniel whispered, his dick throbbing with need now. Though Alex said it wasn't necessary, Daniel still felt it was and he swiftly applied lube to Alex's ass.

He couldn't believe how raw he felt; how wanton and primal. He felt driven on pure animal lust and he let that lust consume him for the first time in his life. He placed the head of his cock against the man's rectum and rubbed, stimulating himself and the man's sphincter. The fact that his friends were outside, listening to him while they stood guard, increased his arousal. He looked down at the man's desk surface. "You planning on coming on your desk?" he asked with a sarcastic smile as he continued to stimulate himself and Alex by his movements. Alex cussed and pointed to a desk drawer, pushing back as he did so, and when he did, Daniel didn't move and the head of his cock pushed inside half an inch. Both of them hissed, freezing in place and Alex automatically raised his ass as his breathing quickly changed to panting.

Daniel's fingers fumbled quickly for the desk drawer's handle, opening it just barely enough to pull out the towel kept inside. Daniel wiped his hand clean, then slid the towel under him and grabbed the man's shoulder for leverage as he pushed his dick inside an inch.

"Bend over and grab the edge of the desk," he asked again. Alex did what he asked, his body shaking at the feel of Daniel penetrating him. Daniel wanted to go slow, to relish the high pleasure, but he knew he didn't have a lot of time so he pushed a little harder, watching his cock slowly disappear inside the man's ass. Alex didn't want to wait and pushed himself backward, impaling himself all the way on Daniel's cock. Daniel groaned and had to resist the urge to start thrusting immediately. However, Alex's words changed his mind.

"Don't wait, Daniel," Alex whispered. "Fuck me now, hard and quick."

Despite Alex's demand, Daniel began to cautiously thrust, making sure he wouldn't damage Alex. In a matter of seconds though, Alex had relaxed himself and demanded more. "Daniel, now, do it, please."

Daniel held Alex's shoulders tightly as he thrust, watching in lustful fascination as his cock moved in and out of the man's plump, round ass. As he moved, his lust increased a hundred-fold. He couldn't get over how much he was getting off on it, and watching his cock moving inside the man in front of him. His sensitivity soared as he thrust.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah," Daniel panted, biting his lips as he continued to watch himself fuck this man. His hips increased in speed and strength and he was now pounding into Alex, fast, furious, and in harsh need. "Yes, yes, yes," he growled softly, "so hot, so good," and he held on tightly as he slowed his thrusts to pound even harder, the feel of his balls slapping skin encouraging him to go further. He became lost in the moment and could not, would not stop for anything. "Yes, yes, yes, yes..." and he heard Alex chanting the words with him, then Alex's harsh, high-pitched gasp and stiffening body warned him, as well as the ring tightening around his dick. Alex came, white-knuckling the edge of the desk, and the sight of him, combined with the knowledge that his friends were probably watching him fuck this man, brought Daniel off.

His lips suddenly curled back into almost a snarl, showing his sharp, white teeth, and his eyes shut tightly as he came surprisingly strong, his throat emitting a strangled cry. He continued to milk the semen from his cock until his over-sensitive cock couldn't take the nearly-painful pleasure. Finally, he stopped and opened his eyes, seeing Alex's sweat-glistened ass before him. He pulled out slowly, wincing at the sensitivity, then lay gently over Alex, wrapping his arms around him.

"You okay?" he whispered. Alex nodded. When he felt Alex's breathing slow, he pulled back, bringing Alex with him, standing them both up. Alex folded his arms over Daniel's then, squeezing them in a silent thank you.

Alex remained silent and only smiled as he cleaned himself up with the towel. He handed the towel to Daniel and Daniel quickly wiped himself off, then leaned forward and gave Alex a kiss as he buttoned up his jeans.

"You're awfully quiet. You sure you're okay?"

Alex nodded again. "Fine. Thanks, Daniel. I really needed that." Daniel smiled, gave him another kiss, then left, shutting the door quietly behind him. He felt oddly relieved and didn't question it. He'd given Alex what he'd wanted, without fuss or long conversation, just as Alex had given it back. No commitments; just a hard, lust-relieving fuck that fulfilled a need inside him he hadn't known he had.

When he stepped into the hallway, Jason and Jack seemed to be struggling to control their flushed expressions. He gave them a short alpha-dominant smile. "Thanks." Jack and Jason only growled at him, though their eyes smiled back.

Jason rode home with Jack as his own truck was in Jack's garage, something he did every time he went on long missions. As Jack drove down the mountain's main road, both he and Jason were feeling highly strung with arousal and the need for release. Neither said anything, but they were both thinking about the same thing: the sounds and glimpses of Daniel fucking Alex. Jason ran his hand over the bench seat toward Jack. His breathing was short and a thin film of sweat was forming on his upper lip. His desire was taking control of him as the seconds passed.

"Jack..." and he reached out, grabbed Jack by the top of his upper thigh...and squeezed. "Go down that side road." That 'side road' was just ahead and Jack swerved quickly, the truck bouncing through water-filled pot holes as he sped quickly down the dirt road. He gripped the wheel tightly and turned again, taking them down yet another dirt road, this one much narrower. The truck came to stop and Jack turned off the engine and opened the door.

"Lube's in the glove compartment," he growled at Jason as he grabbed a couple of clean 'mechanic' towels from behind the bench seat, then pushed the seat back. Jason retrieved the lube and opened his door and got out, quickly fumbling to open his jeans. The road was extremely overgrown with tree limbs and brush and Jason had to duck to avoid getting hit in the face.

Neither he nor Jack had to discuss what they wanted. They both knew. Jack laid the towels on the bench seat, shoved his pants down over his ass, and then laid face down, making sure his dick was covered by the towels. Jason was quickly lubing his cock, and without discussion, climbed up over Jack, coated his ass with thickly lubed fingers and thrust two inside him. Jack gasped and raised his ass as he grabbed at the partially open door and the edge of the bench.

All the two of them saw in their minds was Daniel.

"I've never been so fucking turned on in my life, Jack," Jason whispered as he moved his fingers inside him. Jack gripped the seat harder, groaning as Jason's fingers pushed deeper.

"Me, neither," he agreed, raising his ass a bit higher.

"You heard what he said? What he did?"

"Yes."

Jason withdrew his fingers, wiping them on the exposed sections of towel, then leaned over Jack and entered him, pushing slowly. "He had that man by the shoulders."

"I know. Push, dammit," Jack demanded.

Jason pushed until he was buried balls-deep, then laid down further, adjusting the placement of his knees between Jack's, and began to grind his hips, finding Jack's sweet spot and rubbing, enjoying Jack's loud gasps of pleasure. "I loved listening to him fuck."

"So did I," Jack agreed breathlessly. "Fuck me..."

Jason began to thrust in short strokes, his movements echoing the words he spoke. "Skin slapping on skin, fucking that man hard. Goddamn."

"Yes! Now, shut up and fuck me," Jack growled louder, trying to raise his ass even more. Jason held himself up, grasping the steering wheel with one hand while grabbing a handful of the back of the bench seat. He closed his eyes and thrust hard and desperate. The sound of their own fucking, skin slapping against skin, combined with the memory of listening to Daniel's recent coupling, brought them off fast, each crying out harshly through their short, intense orgasms.

Not waiting for their highs to abate, they cleaned up and got back into the truck, then Jack drove them to his house. By the time they got there, they were both half-hard again. Stripping down and heading to the bathroom, they showered together, winding each other up with biting kisses and hard, needy caresses. By the time they'd dried and entered the bedroom, the were fully erect once more, and unable to keep their hands off each other. As Jack fucked Jason slowly over the edge of his bed, both of them saw Daniel's face in the throes of orgasm as they cried out through their own.

On Wednesday evening, Daniel's friends took advantage of his work on the translation he'd been focused on all day and got together at Jack's for dinner. Paul had arrived in town late that afternoon for the following day's SGC budget meetings, and getting a call from Jack, he arrived in civilian clothes. He was surprised to find Dylan there so soon, though he'd known his presence was expected. Dylan had been invited days before and though he wasn't a part of their 'inner circle', they all liked him as well as Daniel did. Plus, as Jason had pointed out privately to Paul and Jack, Dylan was the 'unknown' factor that would keep Daniel guessing.

The purpose of their get together was simple: Daniel's wicked little bondage fantasy. They had to decide who would get to fuck Daniel Saturday evening. It was simple, straight-forward, and no room for ambiguity. Jason had already worked out the small details so all that was left was who would be the lucky one. They sat around the dining table after dinner was finished, and Jack brought out a deck of cards. He was hesitant about this part because if he was the one who drew the high card, it would be his 'first time' with Daniel and he wasn't sure if that was...appropriate. Jason and Paul didn't see the problem. It was something Daniel wanted, it was highly erotic and Jack had already had sex with him. But Jack wasn't convinced. In the end, they had decided to let Jack make the decision to back out if he got the high card. Otherwise, Jack was needed in this fantasy more than the others....for the...diversion...they knew they'd need.

Jack shuffled the cards several times, then handed them to Jason who shuffled, then laid them in the middle of the table. Dylan drew first, showed his card, then set the cards back onto the deck. Paul drew next, then Jason, and finally Jack. That done, the deck was reshuffled as they remained quiet, all but one of them showing a bit of disappointment.

The four proceeded to play a few rounds of gin rummy, discussing anything else they could do to 'heighten' the eroticism of the fantasy. Dylan made a couple of useful suggestions, including that of costuming, making sure that the 'stranger' would not be so immediately identifiable to Daniel.

They should have been relaxed when they broke up for the evening, but each of them, including Dylan, were on pins and needles. They couldn't wait to start their combined seduction play for Daniel's fantasy and everything hinged on how Daniel would react. Knowing how Daniel would likely react during the fantasy, Jack felt the most uneasy about what would happen after.

Thursday morning, Daniel sat down at the briefing table, his face in his mug of coffee, inhaling the steam through his nose, loving the smell. He was a bit tired, having pulled a late night so he wouldn't have anything on his schedule for the boring day of departmental budget meetings. He was very happy to see Paul though, as the man entered and sat down next to him. Paul looked tired, as if he'd been up all night but Daniel knew it was jet lag, Paul's mortal enemy.

"Hey," Daniel greeted him with a smile.

Paul smiled warmly in return. "Hey."

"You look a bit tired. Rough plane ride or just not enough sleep?"

As they were alone in the conference room, and the camera was behind him, Paul gave Daniel a wink. "I'm okay, but I could really use one of your special wake-up calls."

Daniel bit his lip and grinned. "Be careful what you wish for, Paul," he whispered, winking back. Paul growled softly at him, then cleared his throat as others filled the room and Daniel could have sworn he heard a very tiny sound from Paul's throat. A sound suspiciously like the word "Tease."

Jack came in and sat down across from Daniel and gave him such a strange smile that Daniel automatically frowned in puzzlement. Jack's smile disappeared and his usual bored expression was painted on as soon as the General came in and sat down. Daniel smirked at Jack, deciding to decipher Jack's strange smile later. Preferably by pushing Jack down onto his office desk and fucking the information out of him. He sighed in amused resignation, knowing that wasn't an option but it was a happy thought nonetheless. That image transformed into others over the long day and kept Daniel entertained throughout the most boring of the individual meetings.

At lunch, Daniel gave Jack a suspicious glare when the man was excused. Jack tried to look innocent.

"What? I have training reports to go through."

Daniel pursed his lips. "Ah huh. Nice timing, Jack."

Jack gave him one of his sly grins that couldn't help but branch out into a wide Cheshire Cat smile. "You know me so well."

Daniel surprised him and took him off guard by giving Jack his own sly smile and whispering, "I will know you better, Jack."

Jack's eyes got a little wide at the very blatant come-on, but they very quickly recovered, narrowing mischievously. "You just might, Daniel. You just might." He sauntered off down the hall, not bothering to look back. Daniel pursed his lips, then jumped a bit as Paul caught him by the elbow.

"What's goin' on?"

"Nothing. Jack's bein' a tease."

Paul smiled knowingly as they sat back down at the conference table. "You were probably just as bad."

Daniel blinked, giving Paul his classic 'clueless' look, and didn't say a word.

At the end of the day, Paul's budgetary speeches were through and he'd resumed his seat next to Daniel. His knee kept brushing Daniel's thigh as he swivelled in his chair in order to talk to the General and the pin-head bean counters near the head of the table. After the third time that Paul brushed his leg, Daniel began to wear a small, curious smile, one that Paul noticed but pointedly ignored with the practised skill of his position. Another smile escaped Daniel when he thought about what Paul would do if he knew what he was thinking. An image of Paul spilling or spitting coffee came to Daniel and that one thought quickly transformed into a very wicked idea. One that was quite capable of happening, unlike his other fantasies at the base.

Daniel weighed the pros and cons, all the variables, and the strategic planning, and developed a plan. He told himself that the only reason for going ahead with this was two-fold. One, he missed Paul, and two, Paul needed some stress relief via something rather....exciting. He also knew Paul would love it. Daniel waited until the only ones left in the room were himself, Paul, and Hammond. He picked up his coffee mug and sat it on his leg as he talked to the General and Paul, then purposely got up too fast, the mug hitting the side of the table and splashing its cold contents all over his and Paul's pant legs. He made a good show of apologies and had Paul and the General completely fooled. He assured the General that the Laundry would have a set of trousers for Paul. His own would be in his locker.

"Well, seeing as it's dinner time, and the end of the business day, Dr. Jackson, why don't you get another set of Class B's for Major Davis and then see him to his car. You two will have your reports ready for me by 1000 hours tomorrow morning, correct?"

"Yes, sir," Paul answered.

"Yes, sir," Daniel replied, doing some ineffective brushing at the wet stain on his knee.

"Very well then. In the meantime, good job, gentlemen. I'll see you in the morning, Major, Doctor."

"Good night, General," they both echoed as Hammond left through the connecting door to his office.

As Daniel and Paul walked to the elevator, heading for the Clothing Services Laundry on Level 9, Daniel carefully thought about when he'd begin his quick seduction. He couldn't do it on the way. It would give Paul too much time to change his mind and chicken out. However, Daniel knew that Paul was a risk-taker, more so than Jack and Jason; on base, anyway. He planned on proving his untested hypothesis very soon.

They were exiting the elevator on Level 9 when Paul felt at ease enough to be able to speak to Daniel casually.

"So, you want to have dinner?"

Daniel turned his head and smiled. "Definitely. Out or do you feel like cooking?"

Paul grimaced. "I'd rather dine in, if that's okay, but you cook. I'm not up to it. How about you cook tonight and I'll make those stuffed shells you like so well tomorrow night." He grinned, then laughed, when Daniel faked his knees going out from under him.

"You gotta deal, Paul." He went silent for a moment until they were about 40 feet from the department that held the specific uniform racks. He cleared his throat. "Um, you remember that dream I told you about..." and they were twenty feet away now, "...the one about you and me, here at work?" and they were at the door now. Daniel opened the door and they stepped inside.

Paul cleared his throat. "I remember that dream very well, Daniel, almost as if I dreamt it. You described it very...um...vividly if I recall. Why?"

Daniel didn't answer as he looked through unlocked doors trying to find the Class B trouser room. Finally finding the right room, he ushered Paul inside and closed the door and locked it. He made a brief show of looking at the tags on the folded pairs of pants.

Paul knew something was up though and he grabbed Daniel's arm. "Daniel, what are you up to?" then gasped as he suddenly found himself pushed against the door, Daniel's very warm, and deliciously hard, body pressed against him.

"You," Daniel whispered as his mouth closed over Paul's warm lips. His tongue immediately searched for Paul's, and upon finding it, coiled around it and kissed harder. His hands ran over Paul quickly, focusing lastly on Paul's ass and rubbing his friend's rapidly stiffening cock. Paul moaned in response to Daniel's stimulating advances, his hands returning the eager caresses. Daniel increased the eroticism by opening Paul's pants and caressing his cock directly, squeezing and massaging.

"We may not be in the gateroom, but this is close enough," Daniel whispered, kissing him again, moaning with heightened want and need.

Paul couldn't believe what Daniel was doing, and the risk and thrill of it sent shudders through him. He'd missed Daniel terribly, just as he'd missed Jason and Jack, and now all he could think of was getting his mouth on Daniel and making him come. Paul's deft fingers opened Daniel's pants, but instead of grabbing his cock, as Daniel expected, he pulled his pants down over his hips as he dropped to his knees.

Daniel's eyes went wide as he gasped, his hands pressing against the door. "Paul?....oh God!" and Paul's hot, wet mouth suddenly engulfed him, working him quickly. "Oh God, yes, suck me," Daniel whispered, chokingly, and he couldn't believe it, but Paul was immediately deep-throating and urging him to thrust. The sudden stimulation had Daniel thrusting into Paul's waiting mouth and the sight of his cock moving in and out of Paul's mouth had him coming. "Yes, yes, yes, yes," he whispered, holding back a cry by biting his lips as Paul pulled back to suck the end of his cock and finish drinking him down. Daniel's body jerked and shuddered as he held onto Paul's head, his fingers messily twining through his hair.

Daniel had no intention of waiting for his body to calm down. He pulled Paul from his softening cock, hauling him back to his feet then pushed him back against the door, kissing him hard as he pulled his trousers over his hips. He suddenly dropped to his knees, pulled Paul's pants and shorts to his ankles, then found his cock and hungrily mouthed him, licking and sucking, pulling exquisite sounds from his lover's throat. His fingers massaged his ass as he took more of Paul's cock inside, giving Paul a slower blow job than Paul had given him. He couldn't take his time though. Not here. He swallowed him down, his fingers digging into Paul's buttocks, pushing, forcing Paul to thrust. He moaned, urging more, and Paul's panting became harsher as he began to move. Daniel was no longer able to moan as he concentrated on getting Paul to come and he succeeded a few moments later as Paul climaxed, his hands securely gripping Daniel's hair. Daniel pulled away to breathe and suckled the head of Paul's cock to swallow any residual semen then let go and kissed along his abdomen, needing to taste more of him.

"Daniel," Paul whispered, pulling him up. "Come here." He kissed him, their tongues tasting each other's come, building their desire all over again. Paul pulled away. "You little minx. Get me some pants and let's get home, okay?" Paul's voice was quiet, and very serious, his eyes still quite dark. Daniel smiled at Paul's reference to his place as home.

"Okay," Daniel whispered. "Step out of those and let me see the tag." Paul did and Daniel found replacement ones in no time. The door knob turned just then and a key turned the lock. Paul froze, starting to panic, but Daniel levelled his hand out, silently asking Paul to calm down. The room's light was already on and when the woman poked her head inside, she seemed relieved to see them. Daniel and Paul assumed perfectly honed 'innocent' expressions, especially easy as their reason for being there was guilt-free. All except for Daniel's ploy in getting the Major in there in the first damn place.

"I'm sorry to intrude, Dr. Jackson, Major," and she looked down at the floor when she saw the Major's bared legs. "General Hammond asked me to make sure our liaison found a replacement pair of trousers. You found them?"

"Yes, ma'am," Daniel replied, standing in front of Paul as Paul turned around to pull on the new pair of pants. She nodded to them, showing embarrassment for interrupting, and closed the door. Daniel turned to Paul who looked like he was set to kill him. Daniel started to giggle like a little kid caught somewhere he shouldn't be, having only just gotten away with doing something bad.

"Not funny, you bastard. We almost got caught," Paul whispered. Daniel couldn't help it and he kissed him quickly.

"I'm not sorry," he whispered back, helping Paul finish dressing.

Paul gave him an admonishing glance before they left for Daniel's apartment, but he couldn't stay angry with Daniel. Not when Daniel fixed him a great spaghetti dinner, and definitely not when Daniel dragged him to the bedroom afterward, pushed him down on the bed, wrapped his arms and legs around him, and made love to him for a few hours. Any remaining thoughts of scolding quickly evaporated.

Daniel was slowly waking from his long post-coital nap as he lay spooned behind Paul. He nuzzled Paul's neck and Paul hugged his arms around him, letting Daniel know that he was also awake.

"Hey," Daniel mumbled into his hair. Paul didn't move, but he smiled in response.

"Hey."

"I missed you," Daniel murmured then, kissing behind his ear.

Paul turned then and gave Daniel a smile. "You too," then kissed his nose. "And guess what? I get to stay in town all weekend," he added, getting a broad, albeit sleepy smile from Daniel, who snuggled even closer into him.

"Good."

Daniel fell back to sleep and Paul watched him for a while before falling sleep himself. He had a very good feeling about Saturday. A very good feeling.

At lunch on Friday, Daniel found Paul and Jason sitting with his teammates in the cafeteria. They nodded to him, smiling, as he joined them. The guys, except Teal'c, who only listened with curiosity, were talking about the Air Force's college football team, the Falcons, who were on national broadcast late Saturday afternoon. They were currently arguing whose home TV they were going to watch the game on. Daniel got himself a glass of coke and sat down next to Sam, nudging her in the elbow, winking at the boys' football talk. She was just getting ready to leave, having listened to enough.

"You take over for me," she whispered in his ear.

"And your job was?" he whispered back.

"Moderator," she said as she stood.

Daniel snorted in response just as Teal'c suddenly stood up with her, having finished his lunch. "They are most fascinating to listen to, DanielJackson."

Daniel nodded with agreement. "I know they are, Teal'c."

Jack nodded to his teammates and went back to the discussion at hand, which had switched to a debate between normal flat screen TVs and the big widescreen TVs. Daniel hadn't been involved in one of their sports gatherings in a while and found that he'd missed it, even if he didn't care for hockey or football. Like Sam, he preferred baseball.

He smiled as their debate turned territorial and decided to ask them if they wanted to come over to his apartment and watch the game, since it would give him a chance to spend time with them. He didn't have a widescreen but he did have a fairly large flat screen TV. He was about to ask when Jack invited Teal'c to their get-together, but Teal'c rather graciously declined. Daniel smiled and nodded at his large friend as he and Sam left. Jack made some comment about Teal'c needing more time to get used to the idea of football and Daniel had to bite his tongue to keep from making the obvious retort.

He missed spending just regular time with them, so he took that moment to ask. "Guys?"

They turned to him. "What's up, Daniel?" Jack asked. Three pairs of eyes were now trained on him. He couldn't help but grin.

"Um, you could always come over to my apartment and watch the game," Daniel stated while taking a sip from his coke. He said it so matter-of-factly, and in that 'this should be obvious to everyone' tone, that his friends simply stared at him. Before they had a chance to argue, he elaborated his point. "I may not have a widescreen, like you Jack, but look at it this way, it's neutral ground. It should keep you Neanderthals from gloating over territory." Daniel grinned then, sipping his coke and getting a kick out of the surprised looks on their faces.

Paul's mouth dropped open. "Daniel, since when am I a Neanderthal?"

Jack and Jason looked at Paul and smiled, as if agreeing that Paul really didn't fit that description. When they turned to Daniel for his response, they were treated to an absolutely filthy smile which Daniel levelled meaningfully at Paul. His eyes widened then as he was suddenly reminded of a certain park in an alley. He suddenly cleared his throat and slowly returned Daniel's filthy smile.

"Um, never mind."

Daniel's grin only broadened as he sipped on his straw, remembering the words Paul growled out at him as he fucked him unmercifully into the seat of the car. Jack and Jason's mouths dropped open, but more out of indignation at being kept in the dark about something they clearly wanted, and frankly expected, to know about.

"What?" Jack asked, hitting Daniel's forearm with the back of his hand. "What's that smile mean?"

"Well..." Daniel began, giving Paul an falsely shy smile.

Paul looked back at Daniel as if he were indulging him. "Go ahead."

Daniel started tracing circles into the table top as he lowered his voice. "Just a little evening fun in a dark alley in the front seat of my car."

Both Jack and Jason shut their mouths, immediately picturing what had gone on and becoming aroused by it. Jason cleared his throat. "When you're least expecting it, Daniel, I'll show you Neanderthal."

"I thought you already had," Daniel countered.

"You've only had a preview," Jason replied, and Jack snorted. Jason's expression looked calm but Daniel knew he was feeling anything but as he saw the payback building behind his eyes.

Daniel gave him a crooked grin, secretly looking forward to the it. "Promises, promises." He looked at Jack then, waiting for his biting comeback.

"Just for that little piece of information, Daniel," Jack said quietly, making sure his voice didn't carry, "and for the current state of my trousers," and he got a few snorts in response, "You get to buy the pizza," and he paused when Daniel's eyebrows raised. "We'll meet at your place tomorrow afternoon around 3," then turned to Paul and Jason. "If that's okay with you guys?" They nodded then looked back to Daniel.

Daniel smiled warily as he eyed Jack with suspicion. Their agreement hadn't taken long and he felt as if he'd just been maneuvered into something but wasn't sure how. Something was definitely up, and sooner or later, he'd figure out what it was.

The rest of that Friday was tiresome for both Daniel and Paul, as they had more administrative cleanup to see to, so when Paul called to say he'd be catching up on his sleep and could they have a raincheck on the pasta for Sunday, Daniel didn't think anything of it. They talked on the phone for a while and afterwards, Daniel watched a bit of television before going to bed early himself, preparing for the sports-noisy day he felt sure he was to have on Saturday.

Daniel had had a great time watching the antics of his friends as they'd carried on throughout the football game. He had been very surprised when Dylan had showed up with Jack and Jason. Daniel had given him a warm smile and a welcome but his curiosity was climbing as to why the man would have been invited in the first place. There wasn't anything wrong with Dylan, he was just 'outside' and could never be fully accepted into their tight group of friends. Daniel wondered at Jack's motives for inviting the man, as it seemed odd to him, but Daniel had reminded himself that their get together was, essentially, Jack's party so all he had to do was wait and find out.

Interest in the game lasted until well into the third quarter, but the Air Force was losing, a metaphor none of them liked. It was, sadly, turned off before the score became too humiliating to look at. Daniel had watched their faces as the game continued to be discussed but the mood was definitely down. He knew, however, in the interest of knowing what Jack liked to watch, that a local channel was rerunning episodes of The Simpsons for an hour on Saturday early evenings. Truth be told, Daniel also liked it but never let on to Jack that he did. When he had picked up the TV remote, Jack had started to make a complaint about the Discovery Channel's programming on Saturdays, but when the familiar cartoon had appeared onscreen, he abruptly shut up and gave Daniel the appropriate 'thank you' grin. The atmosphere had then been transformed by their bursts of laughter and Daniel was glad to have helped cheer them up.

It was now 7 pm and the channel was showing a rerun of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. The pervasive comments that ensued made Daniel laugh and shake his head as he got up to take the empty pizza boxes to the trash. It astonished Daniel how four guys could suddenly turn from the stereotypical hetero male to four gay men trashmouthing the shit out of Xander, Giles, Angel, and Spike. He kept laughing to himself as it got worse when they realized that Tara was on the episode so no comments about Willow's ex-boyfriend were welcome. The guys seemed to prefer Willow's 'girlfriend' over Oz, the guitarist with the werewolf curse, though they loved the man's dry humour. Daniel couldn't figure that one out since the opinion poll he'd read on the 'net said it was the other way around, despite the new lesbian arc of the plotlines.

He kept smiling to himself, listening to their lurid, filthy comments as he grabbed Jack another beer, then walked over to the back of the couch where Jack was sitting. Jason made some comment about Spike and Angel and doing something in the back of a black truck or something and it made Daniel laugh as he tapped Jack's shoulder with the butt of the bottle. Jack looked up and took the bottle, then grabbed Daniel's wrist and pulled him over enough so that Daniel's arm was across his chest.

"Daniel, this discussion is nothing without your enlightening comments, so are you going join us, or continue to mill around and clean up?"

"I'm not milling around, Jack. I just didn't feel like sitting on the floor any more."

"Daniel, you just spent the last two hours sitting on the floor."

"My point exactly."

"But? There's a 'but' in there somewhere," Jack asked, waiting. His friends, now munching absently on popcorn, also waited with curious expressions. Even Dylan.

Daniel's friends had taken over the couch and sofa chair. The only things left were Daniel's large throw pillows, and though they'd been comfortable enough for a while, the carpet floor was too hard and Daniel's ass had gone to sleep. He really did not want to tell Jack that, but he suddenly couldn't think of another excuse to use in place of it that didn't sound worse...or lame.

Daniel sighed. "The only 'but' in there is mine. It fell asleep."

Jack suddenly grinned mischievously and in a split-second, he acted before Daniel could anticipate and get out of harm's way.

"I can fix that, Daniel. All you have to do is ask." He pulled harder on Daniel's arm and Daniel pulled back.

"Jaaaack, stop it. My ass is fine now."

Jack grinned even more evilly, if that was possible, and pulled even harder, making Daniel lose his balance.

"No you don't, Jack! Let go of my arm, dammit! Jack!" he protested, then saw Jason and Paul turning on the sofa. "Huh uh, don't even think about it, guys, No! Don't you da--" and the rest of his objections were replaced by one loud yell as he was grabbed and pulled face down over the three laps on the sofa. Jack grabbed his glasses off his face, then Daniel found his ass abruptly massaged - and slapped - by four sets of hands while he tried to get up without hurting anyone. He'd tried threatening them, but his voice was now muffled between Jack's left hip and the left arm of the sofa so the words were pretty much ineffective. Despite that, he continued to hurl curses at them, in Abydonian Egyptian, struggling to free himself. Daniel also found himself having to order his body to ignore the massaging touches and slaps as he felt himself beginning to harden. He was embarrassed enough and didn't need to be teased for getting a hard-on, too.

Their 'helping hands' suddenly stopped touching him and his muffled voice asked, "Are you bastards done?"

Jack exchanged grins with the others and they slowly let him go, tensing as they readied themselves for whatever attack was coming. Daniel didn't retaliate, however. He felt irritatingly aroused by their playful hands and he was more embarrassed by the flush in his face than by what they'd done to his buttocks. He moved away from them, backing toward the kitchen, attempting to get himself under control.

"You guys have a fetish you want to admit to?" he asked as he straightened his dark blue shirt, partially pulled out of his jeans by his struggling, by pulling it out the rest of the way and smoothing it down. He ran his hands through his hair, then looked over at his smirking friends. He gave them a small mock-scowl as he tried to think up some sort of revenge.

"Assholes."

They got up from their seats and moved toward him, looking apologetic but Daniel wasn't buying it. He suddenly felt that part of the revenge might be to put them on the spot and the only way he knew how to do that was to know exactly why Dylan was invited...and to hell with asking nicely. He liked Dylan and all that but he knew there was a specific reason for the man being there. Jack's excuse had been just that. An excuse. Daniel focused his gaze on the man in question. Not Jack. Dylan.

"Dylan, it's uh, rather nice to see you an' all, and don't take this the wrong way or anything, but why did Jack invite you here?" and he picked up the drink he'd made as Dylan walked toward him. The hard warmth of the liquor seemed to calm him as he noticed Dylan glance at Jack as Jack took a few steps closer.

"Daniel, I asked him to come because--" Jack began but Daniel cut him off with the raise of a forefinger.

"Dylan, why'd Jack invite you here?"

"Um..." and he paused. Daniel raised his brow, urging the man to continue. "...to have fun, Daniel."

Daniel rolled his eyes, starting to get irritated. "You've been coached, obviously, so I'm not gettin' anything out of you. Jack...out with it."

"Daniel," Jack said in that tone he adopted when he was trying to smooth Daniel's ruffled feathers. "He really is here to have fun."

Daniel gave Jack a sarcastic stare, telling him in no uncertain terms that he felt Jack was full of shit. He folded his arms. "Try again."

Jason and Paul joined in then, practically mirroring what Jack had just said. Daniel looked at all of them and shook his head. "I'm feel like I'm being set up, but for what, I don't know...yet."

Jack walked over to him, cautiously, as Daniel downed the rest of his drink while keeping an eye on him.

"Would it help if I apologized?" Jack asked, reaching him and slowly placing an arm around Daniel's waist and pulling them together. His voice was soothing, almost melodic. When Jack was that charming...something was up. The hairs on the back of Daniel's neck stood up, warning him something was coming. Problem was, even though he knew it wasn't anything bad, not knowing made him extremely nervous.

"Do you know why you'd be apologizing, Jack?" Daniel asked, frowning in confusion and even though the feel of Jack's arm around him was arousing him, he tried to remove it from his waist. Jack only tightened his hold and brought his other hand up to Daniel's face, cradling the side of it.

"For upsetting you. I didn't mean to upset you," Jack stated, his voice still calm, still soft. The hairs on the back of Daniel's neck still stood up, but for different reasons now, as he held onto Jack's arm.

Jack's thumb rubbed his cheek then, and Daniel's hand came up to grasp it, startled, and suddenly wondered where Jason and Paul went. "Well, that's all fine and dandy, Jack," and he turned his head round to find his friends suddenly behind him, and it was then he noticed Dylan closing in behind Jack. He couldn't help but become alarmed now. "I wasn't upset...but...I'm beginning to become concerned...What the hell's going on here, guys?"

Jack's voice, soft, serious, seductive, suddenly got his undivided attention. "Daniel, it's nothing bad, I promise. We don't mean to startle you. Dylan really is here to have fun, just as we all are. As you are. You'll see." Jack's arm tightened around him as he leaned in.

"I'll see?" Daniel asked, leaping on the word. "What do you mean 'I'll see'?" and he wanted to object but Jack's lips were now closing on his and his tongue was gently pushing inside his mouth. "Ja...wai..." he tried to say but Jack's arms held him firmly and his kiss deepened, imploring Daniel to respond. Daniel still tried to speak but Jack's tongue tasted good; sweet and salty, coiling around his own. He moaned at the same time that he began to have visions of some sort of five-way sex and though it wasn't what he would have had in mind with Dylan there, the thought of the others made his cock stiffen, and the hard feel of Jack's body pressed against his made him stiffen even more.

Jack felt it and moaned in reaction, tightening his hold, letting Daniel feel how hard he was as well. Daniel's hands fastened around Jack and he kissed him back, hungrily giving in to his own aggressive needs. Whatever the reason Jack had started this, Daniel didn't care anymore. All he wanted at that moment was to feel Jack's hands on him, to keep his tongue in his mouth, to fuck him and have Jack fuck him back.

Daniel was startled again as he felt hands caressing him gently down his back, over his ass, then another hand reaching between himself and Jack to cup his hardening dick. He moaned loudly from the touch and Jack was suddenly doing that thing with his tongue:  he was fucking his mouth. Daniel kissed him back even harder, thrusting his tongue in the same way, and despite the hand massaging his dick, he rubbed his body against Jack's and Jack moaned deeply in response. Daniel felt his legs weaken as his need to go horizontal reared up, but then uttered a startled gasp and pulled away from Jack's kiss as he felt something sharp sting him just below his hip.

A needle?

He suddenly felt dizzy, drunken, sleepy. "Jack, whadju do?" he asked, sliding into Jack's arms, absently sensing other hands holding onto him. Jack looked hazy and his voice was muffled, as if he were talking behind a wall.

"Time for your fantasy, Daniel," Jack whispered.

"My fant...?" Daniel mumbled drowsily and suddenly all awareness was gone.

Hands. Hands were touching him, running down his back, over his calves, up his thighs, over his chest, his nipples. Fingers were running through his hair, then down the back of his neck, and someone's hand was gripping his dick, hard...

The images faded as Daniel felt himself becoming aware; becoming conscious. Memories slowly came to him but they were jumbled for a moment. He started to move, wondering why he'd been asleep, not remembering even going to sleep. Something grabbed at his wrists, preventing him from moving and he lifted his head, startled and still half-asleep. Several things came to him at once. His wrists were tied, he was on his bed, his room was nearly pitch-black, and without his contacts or glasses, things were just slightly out of focus and he couldn't see anything clearly. His eyes widened in recognition then as he remembered two other things. Jack's voice, telling him it was time for his fantasy, and the images of his bondage dream.

Oh, God. They're doing it. They're really doing it.

He immediately looked down at himself, as if double-checking what he instantly felt. He was nude. He looked up at his bonds. They did seem to travel beyond the mattress. He couldn't tell from the darkness of the room if his ties were silk, but they felt like it. He suddenly felt as if he were living his dream, and actually...he really was. His legs were untied, so he pushed himself up on his knees, twisting around to try and examine his room. He had to twist in both directions in order to see and realized that just as within the dream, his only direction was either facing the headboard or lying face down.

Daniel remembered his dream vividly and he knew that soon, someone was going to show up, if they weren't there already, in the darkness. His heart beat wildly in expectation, wondering who it would be. Is that why Dylan was there? Because he would be the one? Maybe, but he didn't get that feeling from Jack. It was as if...as if Dylan was there as a distraction, meant to confuse him. If that were so, it had certainly worked. He'd been distracted.

Movement in the room startled him once more, and a black-clothed figure, who absurdly reminded him of a cat burglar with a black facial mask, moved toward the edge of the bed and gloved hands grabbed his ankles firmly and pulled him down onto his stomach. He started to struggle but told himself that it was what he wanted so why was he struggling? His legs were held apart by the apparent stranger, and Daniel became acutely aware that his cock was now hard and throbbing. When he stopped struggling, the stranger released his ankles. Daniel remembered the stranger in his dream speaking to him, but if this man spoke, he'd know who it was and the edge would be lost. Would the man speak then? Or would he perhaps...

Daniel suddenly remembered telling Jason and Paul something similar. They'd each asked him, if the 'stranger' wasn't allowed to speak, or even whisper, in case their identity would be revealed, what would Daniel want him to do instead? "Communicate through touch," he'd told them.

His own answer came true. A blindfold suddenly covered his eyes and was tied securely behind his head. His other senses were immediately magnified, especially that of touch and smell. He heard the stripping of clothes, then felt the heat from the man's body as he crawled over him, barely touching, only hovering. He flinched as he felt the stranger's lips and tongue between his shoulder blades. His muscles rippled with sexual tension in reaction to the touch, and continued to do so as the tongue ran a wet line down his spine to the top of his buttocks. Hands now, not wasting time, pushed his legs further apart and the tongue ran along the curve under his ass cheeks to taste the inside of his thighs.

Daniel gasped sharply, absently holding his breath as his dick twitched in reaction to the stimulation the man's tongue was giving him. He choked out a cry of pleasure and clasped the bed sheets as the tongue touched his balls and perineum, pushing along the sensitive flesh until the tip reached his anus. Fingers now stroked the back of his thighs just as the wet tip of the tongue touched the ring of muscle, circling, teasing. His legs spread as wide as he could allow and still be able to raise his ass to meet the exquisite feel of the tongue. More pressure now, making him gasp, and the tongue suddenly pressed inside him, making him cry out again. His fingers gripped and pulled at the bonds that held his wrists and he turned his face from side to side, unable to remain still as the tongue pushed further in, then pulled out. The stranger began to fuck him slowly with his tongue, making Daniel writhe and moan for more. Then abruptly, the man's tongue moved upward toward the base of his spine and cool, lubed, fingers slowly pushed inside his rectum instead.

"Oh God," Daniel moaned as the fingers worked slowly, opening him, preparing him. His fingers tightened down on the ties, pulling hard, then pulled harder as the stranger's fingers withdrew and another object took their place. His phallus. The memories from the dream filled his mind and what happened next was exactly as he remembered it.

The tip of the phallus rubbed his rectum, and then pushed past the ring just a tiny bit and withdrew, then another push, and another, and the short in and out motions stimulated his rectum, creating shudders of pleasure that shot straight up through his dick. As in the dream, the stranger was pushing the phallus inside him and just as in the dream, the stranger did not wait for him to adjust. However, instead of plunging the phallus in and out of him, the man was gently moving the phallus in a circular motion, widening him, loosening him. Whoever it was did not want to hurt him. The action told him that much and it seemed to fill Daniel with more want, more need. The phallus was pushed deeper just then and the stranger began a very slow, fucking rhythm.

"Oh God!" Daniel whispered harshly as the phallus rubbed his gland and his panting became shorter. The dream sequences continued to happen to him as the stranger's hand was suddenly stroking is cock, making him pant faster. Multiple shudders went through him as the hand stroked him several times, and then...just as in the dream, everything...stopped.

The phallus was slowly removed from his body and the hand moved away. The loss was just as keen and acute as it had been in his dream.

"No, please!" he cried out, his throat harsh and dry. "Don't go," he whispered, fearing the man would leave, but a warmth spread over him just as suddenly as the stranger now lay over him, and a warm, hard cock pressed against his rectum and pushed inside. "Yes," Daniel whispered, clutching the bed sheets in his fists as the man sank his dick to the root. The stranger emitted a breathy groan as his lips pressed against Daniel's neck and his arms spread out and lay over his own. The man's fingers clasped with his as he began to fuck him, slowly, deeply; alternately grinding and pumping his hips.

Daniel was almost certain the man meant to make love to him like this, but just as the thought occurred to him, the stranger's breathing changed. His thrusts altered and he began to fuck in short, hard strokes, ceaselessly hitting his sweet spot. The stranger's fingers tightened in his own and his legs pressed Daniel's legs closed, then the man spread his legs over his and began to fuck him as before, with short, hard thrusts. The position was one Daniel had never used so he kept his legs closed, feeling every stroke, every surface ridge of the man's cock as it moved within, rubbing his prostate continuously. Shudders of amazing stimulation ran through him and he suddenly felt his balls tightening.

"Yes, I'm gonna...Oh God," Daniel whispered harshly, in warning, as he leaned on his forehead, his body tensing and the heat drew up the shaft of his cock. His legs were quickly spread apart and his ass lifted off the mattress as the stranger sped up, fucking him hard and fast, pounding his orgasm from him. "That's it, yes, oh fuck me! FUCK ME!" and Daniel roared out his cry as he came with unbelievable force, gripping the ties so hard that they ripped, freeing him. The stranger's arms wrapped tightly around Daniel's chest and they fell to the bed while he continued to thrust, his body rigid and his semen shooting inside him, sending hot bursts of pleasure through Daniel's body as it hit his gland.

Daniel couldn't say anything coherent. All he could do was moan as the intense spasms took over his nerves. He remained still for a few minutes, unable to move as his body trembled through the shudders. Then finally, he brought his arms over the ones that surrounded him, and moved them both onto their sides.

"Don't you dare leave," he whispered, as the intensity of his orgasm started to send him off to a post-coital nap. "Don't you dare leave," he said again, much less audible that time. Warm lips kissed the side of his neck, just barely saying, "I love you, Daniel," as his blindfold was removed.

The voice had said "I love you, Daniel."

Daniel knew who that voice belonged to. He turned slowly, finding the man nuzzling his cheek, and then he turned completely around and kissed him, warmly, deeply.

"I love you, too," Daniel whispered, and snuggled his body against his lover's and let himself nap for a while.

Opening his eyes, the first thing that Daniel noticed was that his bedroom was no longer dark and his lamp was turned on at its lowest setting. The next thing he noticed was that he was looking at a man's chest. He smiled and caressed it with his hand, following the very fine dark hairs between the pectoral muscles. Daniel looked upward into the man's face. Paul. He felt Paul stroking his hair and smiled softly at him.

"Hey there," Paul said quietly.

"Hey," Daniel replied as he pushed up level with Paul's face, then pulled himself on top of him and framed Paul's head with his arms. "I can't believe you guys did that to me," he said, his face filled with a half-sleepy smile as he rubbed his nose on Paul's.

"You seem pleased, Daniel. Are you?" Paul asked, the wariness showing in his voice. Daniel knew why. His moods were unpredictable at times and sometimes he knew he could react sourly instead of good-humouredly. What he felt right at that moment was a mixture of things.

"I am, yes. I'm more than pleased. Thank you," and he leaned down and kissed Paul for the longest time, his body moving sensuously against him. When he released him, Paul took a deep breath then gave him a wide smile.

"It was my...pleasure. And you're welcome."

Daniel laughed softly and kissed him again, his hands roaming over Paul's skin, delicately caressing him. "I feel extremely flattered that you all went to such...extremes just to do this for me," and Daniel suddenly felt a growing amount of...devilishness...rising inside him. His feisty nature could get him in trouble some days, but now, it was going to get him payback and get others in trouble instead. "So, I'm thinkin'..." and he suddenly wrapped his arms underneath Paul and turned them over...twice. Paul inhaled with surprise, looking up into Daniel's impish grin. They were in the same position as they were before, except now they were nearer to the edge of the bed. The expression of Paul's face was priceless and Daniel couldn't help but laugh quietly at him. "Time for some payback."

"Payback?" Paul said with humour. "You got what you wanted. What's with the payback?"

"Hmmmm...I'm just feeling someone deserves a little fun and I'm thinkin' Jack expects me to give a little payback, especially for shooting me in the ass with a needle," and he gave Paul a very wicked grin as his body began to move seductively against him.

Paul groaned. "Uh oh."

Daniel gave him an evil grin as he bit his lip. "I know. I'm bad," which earned him a lecherous grin from Paul.

"But oh so good at being bad."

The two couldn't help but laugh, then Daniel cut it short by bringing his lips to Paul's for another long kiss which inevitably made his groin heat up. Daniel was a bit surprised, too. He didn't think he'd be able to get it up again so soon...unless he'd been napping for an hour at least. He thought it had been considerably less. Regardless, his body was waking up again. When he pulled away from the kiss, he had another evil look in his eyes. "You know, I was remembering that dream I had of you," and he placed a finger on Paul's lips before he could interrupt. "I was remembering how I tied you to the bed and jerked you off before fucking you."

Paul's eyes darkened and he groaned again. Daniel smiled with mischief as he felt Paul begin to stiffen between them. "You're being naughty..." Paul whispered.

"Shhhhh," Daniel whispered, kissing him softly as he wrapped his legs slowly, lovingly, around Paul's, then without warning, quickly turned them over and over again, getting another surprised look from Paul as he returned them to the center of the bed.

Daniel's expression increased with mischief, combining with a little bit of menace. "Naughty...definitely. But I still have some plans. In the mean time, maybe I should get some information. So, Paul...someone stabbed me in the ass with a tranquilizer...and I'm just betting that had to have been Jason," and he leered at Paul. "And as for you..."

"Daniel, what are you thinking?" Paul asked worriedly as Daniel's fingers traced along his lips again and followed by a soft kiss.

Daniel gave him a shrewd smile. "I got shot in the ass, Paul. As fun as it was afterward..." and he kissed him again, "...and it was, I have a tiny bruise on my hip. So, whose idea was it?" he asked and pushed with his hips, teasingly riding his cock against Paul's. They were both half-hard now.

Paul hissed. "Is this a method of torture, Daniel?"

"Yes," Daniel said with even more mischievousness, and swivelled his hips, making Paul hiss again.

"Well..." Paul started, pushing his hips back.

"Yes...?" Daniel asked, thrusting once, slowly.

"Um..."

"Yes...?" Another thrust.

"We..."

"I promise I won't do...anything bad..." Daniel teased and began to undulate his body now, making Paul harder.

Paul groaned and tightened his arms around Daniel's back. "You're no fun," he said with an equally mischievous grin.

"Mmmmmm...you want bad you have to earn it," and he suddenly moved his fingers to Paul's ribs and with Paul firmly pinned by his legs, Paul couldn't move.

"Daniel..." Paul said, starting to plead. "No..."

"Then tell me what I want to know," Daniel asked, running his fingertips lightly along the skin.

"Daniel..."

"Paul..." and he dug his fingers in a little, knowing Paul was extremely ticklish there.

"Okay, okay, I give!" Paul laughed loudly.

"Tell me..." Daniel asked with an evil smile, moving his fingers away and pressing his lips to Paul's, giving him short, sweet kisses.

"Okay..." Paul said, breathing rapidly. "Um...actually, we debated whether or not to just slip you a mickey..." he said, grinning, then his grin faltered a little bit when Daniel pulled away and sat up, straddling him, giving him a look of shocked amusement. Daniel still had that mischievous look in his eyes.

"A 'mickey'?" and Daniel gave out a breathy, short laugh, then bit at the corner of his mouth. "A mickey. Instead, I get shot with a needle." He knew he'd get Jason later, but right now, he was going to have a little fun with Paul, then after Paul, it would be Jack's turn. But he had much better plans for Jack. Much better. He pressed his fingers against Paul's ribs again.

"It was Jack's idea," Paul suddenly found himself saying and the moment he said it, he wanted to shoot himself. He grimaced as the slow smile of vengeance spread over Daniel's face.

"Was it now?" he said with a fake Jack O'Neill Irish accent. "Huh. This keeps getting better and better." He looked at the wall over Paul's head, biting his lips and thinking. He knew it was time for Jack to get his and though others were around, he didn't really care. He looked back down again into Paul's worried eyes and moved his hands just under Paul's ribs once more, getting ready to strike. Paul's eyes widened considerably and he tried to push Daniel's hands away.

"Daniel...don't you da--" and he let out a howl of laughter as Daniel's fingers found spots to dig in. "DANIEL!" but Daniel felt no mercy and laughed as he began to give Paul part of his payback.

Jack lay on the sofa, remote in hand, flipping channels. Jason and Dylan were on the floor, snoozing through a little post-coital nap. Jack had only watched: he wasn't attracted to Dylan, though Jason was. Jack had caressed himself, but not because of what he'd been watching, but because of what he'd been hearing coming from Daniel at the same time. The sounds from the bedroom had wound Jason up and knowing that Jack had been getting off on it, he'd silently asked Jack a question. Having received silent assent, Jason had turned his attentions to Dylan, who had been more than ready to receive him.

As for Jack, he'd simply wanted to wait...on Daniel. And on Daniel's reactions afterward. He had his answer when Paul's shout had him sitting upright in a hurry. Paul's ensuing laughter relaxed him and he rose from the couch, grinning that Jason and Dylan had barely stirred.

He walked to the bedroom, opened the door and held his breath at the sight of Daniel, nude and gorgeous, straddling Paul and digging his fingers in just below Paul's ribs. Paul was writhing around howling in response and upon seeing Jack, he begged for help, trying to get the words out but they were too jumbled up. Jack grinned, folded his arms, and leaned against the door frame, deciding whether or not to help.

Daniel paused in his tickling assault and turned his head, slowly, and fixed Jack with a very predatory stare. His gaze made Jack shift his stance as his groin twitched in reaction. Paul took advantage of the moment and bucked his body upward, throwing Daniel off, then scrambled from the bed before Daniel had a chance to grab him.

Daniel, however, made only a half-hearted attempt to grab Paul as his eyes never left Jack. As soon as he saw him, he wanted only one thing: Jack. He wanted him badly and there was no way they were leaving this room without a consummation.

Paul rubbed the reddened skin below his ribs as he grabbed his clothes and sidled past Jack, saying, "He's all yours, flyboy," then hurriedly shoved Jack in the room and closed the door. Surprised, Jack looked behind him and spied the filthy, knowing smile on his face before Paul closed the door, then turned back to face Daniel - who was slowly moving off the bed.

Jack cleared his throat, unable to keep his eyes off Daniel's face and body as the man stalked toward him. He was about to ask Daniel how he was when he found himself pushed gently against the door. Daniel's hands lay palm-flat at either side of his head and Jack found his own pressed almost defensively against Daniel's chest...and his tantalizing skin.

Daniel grinned at him as he slid his eyes over him. "Hi, Jack." He couldn't believe how badly he wanted Jack. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he idly wondered if Paul hadn't slipped him something else. Where was this lustful energy of his coming from?

Jack cleared his throat again and managed, "How are you...uh...doing, Daniel?"

Daniel grinned wider and drawled, "Oh, I'm just fine, Jack. Couldn't be better. You?"

"Fine. Um, Daniel?" he asked, his breathing becoming rapid.

"Yes, Jack?" Daniel asked as he inched closer, staring at Jack's mouth, then up into his eyes.

"You don't seem fine," he asked, deciding to play the innocent, and gaining a curious smile from Daniel.

"I don't?" Daniel asked, his voice dark and foreign, gazing back down at Jack's mouth with an almost feral intensity. He looked up at Jack through his lashes.

"No. What's goin' on?" Jack asked, his breathing becoming labored. It did every time Daniel looked at him like that.

"Well, you're right. I'm not completely fine. For one...here I am, standing naked before you..."

Jack cleared his throat. "I noticed that."

Daniel grinned. "Yes, and you have all your clothes on."

His eyes not leaving Daniel's, he said, "Yes, I had noticed that, too, except for my shoes and socks."

"Then there's the little matter of me wanting you and you wanting me and did I mention you're not leaving this room until this is settled?" He still gazed up at Jack, then back to his lips, then back up into Jack's eyes. His expression was lethal.

Jack had to clear his throat several times. "No, you didn't mention that but I'm getting that feeling..." and he paused, groaning as Daniel rubbed against him slightly. "Yes, I'm definitely getting that feeling."

"So...there's an obvious solution to this. Either I put some clothes on..."

"Um, uh...you don't have to do that on my account, Daniel."

Daniel gave him a short laugh as his gaze still filtered through his lashes. "Either I put some clothes on...or you take yours off. I'm personally counting on you to take your clothes off." His mouth was only just touching Jack's lips now. "What do you say, Jack?" Daniel asked, his breath hitting against Jack's lips as he began to remove his best friend's shirt.

"I say it's a good idea, Daniel," Jack breathed, hardening even more as his hands slid over Daniel's warm skin, feeling his body alive and hungry.

"Good," Daniel said, his voice low, seductive. Jack's shirt fell to the floor and Daniel gave him a seductive smile as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.

"What exactly are you...uh..." Jack began but ended up inhaling deeply as Daniel slid his pants down and cupped his erection. "...planning?" he squeaked as Daniel squeezed.

"A few things, Jack. What do you think I'm planning?" he asked as his hand left Jack's erection and proceeded to push his boxers down with his jeans until they dropped at his ankles. Jack didn't answer as he stepped out of his clothes and let Daniel lead him to the bed. He found himself quickly trapped on his back across the bed, with Daniel lying over him.

"I think you've made me wait long enough, Jack. Don't you?" Daniel asked, locking Jack's hands in his own and pinning them by his head. He lowered his face to Jack's, staring into his eyes as he moved his hips just enough to create the sensation of movement. The effect was electric.

Jack could only choke out one word. "Yes." Daniel broadened his smile, if that was possible, and Jack hadn't seen such a wide smile on him since...well, never. Daniel's body was so very hot against him, and a tiny bit of perspiration began to form over his skin. Daniel seemed to glisten, just as his eyes seemed to glitter. Jack looked down at Daniel's lips as they teasingly got nearer his own but did not taste. "Daniel..." he whispered with want.

"Jack."

"Oh for cryin'...!" Jack broke off, having had enough with the goddamn teasing. His hands broke free of Daniel's and pulled Daniel into a deep, hungry kiss, one that kept Daniel on top of him, one that only changed angles, and one that only fed their fire. He wrapped his legs around the back of Daniel's knees and pulled his legs apart. Daniel inhaled sharply through his nose, consumed with lust at the action of Jack forcing his legs open and thrust his hips just as his tongue thrust, imitating Jack's earlier kiss. Jack moaned with approval as he combed his fingers through Daniel's hair, pushing back as Daniel began to rock his hips a bit more, rubbing his dick harder against him. He suddenly broke the kiss, his breathing hot, heavy, as he moved down Jack's neck again, travelling over an ear.

"I'm going to..." Daniel whispered huskily as his teeth pulled on Jack's earlobe, then smiling at the sharp gasp he received from Jack.

"What are you going to do, Daniel?" Jack panted as Daniel licked a trail over his throat to the other ear.

"I'm going to suck you, Jack," Daniel gasped as he kissed and suckled his way over Jack's skin, moving hungrily over his nipples, pulling a bit, making Jack wind his fingers through his hair. Daniel wanted to drive Jack wild. He skimmed his tongue over his navel, circling, tracing a wet path down the line of hair that led to Jack's groin. He heard Jack whisper his name as his tongue wove through and around his pubic hair, inhaling Jack's lusty scent as his face brushed by Jack's cock. The smell of him fueled Daniel's lust as he moved his tongue quickly over his lover's testes and up the shaft of his cock. Jack let out a low growl and spread his legs invitingly as Daniel took the head of his cock into his mouth. Daniel moaned out a growl of his own as he relished the taste of him then sucked greedily while his hand reached down to massage his balls.

"Daniel..." Jack breathed as his body became lost in the shudders that Daniel sent through him. Daniel lost himself as well in the hot, silky feel of Jack's cock in his mouth; of his weight moving in and out; of sending his tongue roughly over its smooth skin, rubbing, suckling. He heard Jack pant faster and the sound thrilled him, but he didn't want Jack to come just yet so he moved his mouth away and received a protesting growl.

He trailed a line of wet kisses down past his balls, to the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs, tasting first one, then the other, drawing his tongue up the crease between thigh and groin. Jack writhed his upper body as Daniel pushed his legs wider, his tongue working underneath to his perineum, pressing against the tender spot. Jack breathed in sharp surprise as Daniel raised one of his legs and turned his body sideways while his mouth followed along the rounding slope to his ass.

"Danny, you're not going to...?" he gasped, his eyes widening at the highly pleasurable thought. A fantasy he'd had for years was suddenly coming true.

"Yes, I am," Daniel whispered hungrily, and snaked his tongue over the ring of muscle.

"Oh God, Daniel," Jack panted. "Oh God--" and inhaled sharply as Daniel pushed inside with just the tip of his stiffened tongue.

Jack tasted sharp and musky and oh so damn good. Daniel moaned as he licked circles around his convulsing sphincter, enjoying the movements Jack's body was making in response to his tongue. His hands molded the muscles of his ass, squeezing, shaping, keeping Jack moaning under the touch of his tongue as he slowly moved him onto his stomach.

Opening his eyes, Daniel spied the lube at the side of the bed and grabbed it as he plunged his tongue slowly into his lover's ass. Jack's reaction was to moan and raise his ass slightly as he buried his face in the sheets.

"Danny," he breathed with acute pleasure as he gripped the sheets in his fists while Daniel moved his tongue in and out of him. Jack's long-held fantasy was coming true in spades. He never thought it would feel this good, or that Daniel would be so goddamn good at it. He hadn't really known how good Daniel was at any of this and he was getting another lesson in his own education.

Daniel panted faster as his excitement grew. He moved his tongue deeper, faster, getting Jack to cry out and rear backward, wanting more. As Jack was lost in the stimulations of his tongue, Daniel opened the lube and coated two fingers. He eased his tongue from Jack, and slowly, smoothly replaced it with his fingers as he licked and kissed around them.

"Danny!" Jack cried out, surprised and damn near coming on the spot as he arched his back.

"Yes, Jack?" Daniel asked as he kissed along the base of his spine while his fingers slowly moved inside the man. He pulled his fingers out and circled Jack's rectum with his fingertips, teasing, caressing, moaning his breath against Jack's skin as he pushed his fingers back inside. As he stroked, widened, and stretched his lover's muscles, Daniel pushed Jack over onto his back while kissing his way back to Jack's cock to take it into his mouth. From the sounds of Jack's moans and urging thrusts, Daniel knew he'd come soon and he desperately wanted to taste Jack, to feel him come in his mouth.

"Daniel, stop, please," Jack gasped, stilling the caresses, and reluctantly, Daniel complied. He licked and kissed another wet trail up his belly, detouring to catch his nipples between his teeth once more as Jack continued to run his fingers through his hair. Daniel was wound up tighter than a spring now and he needed to feel himself inside this man's ass. He bit and sucked his way up Jack's throat and up along his jaw while he rubbed his body against him, making Jack catch his breath. Daniel finally reached Jack's lips once more, capturing them, kissing fervently. He pulled back slightly and stared into Jack's eyes.

"Now...Jack...I'm going to fuck you," Daniel whispered, brushing his mouth against Jack's lips.

"Yes, Daniel," he whispered as he felt Daniel's knees widen, pushing his legs apart and upward. Daniel's strong hands lifted Jack's legs over his arms as he positioned his cock. He paused then, gaining a growl from Jack, then smiled.

"I've been fantasizing about this for a very long time, Jack."

"Me too, Daniel. Me too--" and Jack gasped in surprise, his eyes closing as Daniel pushed inside him. "Oh...my...God!"

Daniel shuddered with pleasure as he let himself feel every inch as he buried himself inside Jack. He released Jack's legs and leaned on his forearms so he could kiss his lover, tasting and capturing his tongue. Jack moved his hands over Daniel, needing to feel his body, his skin, finding and pinching nipples, enjoying the shudders that passed through Daniel as he did so.

Daniel rocked his hips slowly, knowing damn well that if he moved any faster, he'd come. He felt as if his cock was on fire, engulfed in the intense heat of Jack's body. "You feel so good, Jack. So fucking good," he whispered harshly, then moaned as Jack laced his fingers through his hair again and pulled him into a fiery kiss while he spread his legs obscenely wide.

"Oh yeah, Jack, open wide for me," Daniel gasped, breaking the kiss, but keeping his lips pressed against Jack's.

"Give it to me," Jack whispered and thrust upward, urging Daniel to fuck faster. Daniel gasped against his mouth and pistoned into him as Jack clamped his hands down over his ass and ground upward, rubbing his cock between them. "Fuck me!" he demanded as Daniel rubbed over his sweet spot, making him arch his head back and bite his bottom lip. "Oh God, you feel so good, Daniel," he gasped as he felt Daniel's hot, rapid breaths against his face as Daniel stared down into his eyes.

"Yes, yes," Daniel gasped, feeling the heat rapidly climbing his tightening balls. "Oh God, Jack...hold on," and he began to fuck hard and furious, rocking them back and forth on the bed, causing the headboard to bang repeatedly against the wall.

Jack's fingers were in his hair then, holding his face up so he could look into Daniel's eyes. "That's it, Danny! Fuck me, come for me!"

"Oh God, Jack," Daniel cried as he looked down into Jack's beautiful eyes, then kissed him hard, fucking his mouth with his tongue, moving in time with his rapid thrusts. Jack cried into his mouth as his orgasm exploded out of him and a high keen erupted from Daniel's throat as Jack's muscles took him over the edge. He nuzzled Jack's neck, panting harshly as he shut his eyes tightly while his body shook. He couldn't believe how strongly he came and the pleasure was so intense that he couldn't keep himself from thrusting, pulling every sensation he could out of both of them. He felt Jack's hands stilling him, ceasing his thrusts, holding onto his hips firmly as his their bodies attempted to come down from their amazing highs.

"Love you, Daniel," Jack whispered against his neck, then pulled Daniel's mouth to his, giving him a long, deep kiss. Daniel's body was trembling, just like always, but it seemed more intense somehow and Jack wrapped his legs around Daniel and gently moved them onto their sides.

Daniel heard him and wanted to say the same but he couldn't speak yet. His heart was hammering much too loudly in his chest. He thought he'd come hard before, with Paul, but this orgasm was definitely the most intense one he'd had so far. He thought if the pleasure had gotten any higher, he would have passed out and that was one thing he'd never done, though he'd made a few men in his past do that. He almost knew how that must've felt and was going to mention it to Jack but he felt Jack's lips on his once more, whispering again that he loved him. He barely opened his eyes, finally finding the words to tell Jack that he loved him just before Jack's warm body lulled him into a much longer sleep.

Around one in the morning, Daniel's bladder woke him up. When he opened his eyes and tried to move, he found Jack wrapped around him like some strange straightjacket, with Jack's face pressed against his neck, his hair tickling his cheek. Daniel smiled, kissed Jack's hair, then tried to move away. Jack's arms tightened. Daniel sighed, not wanting to wake Jack up, but he desperately needed to piss. He winced as he was given a painful reminder by his bladder and nudged Jack with his elbow.

"Jack, I need to take a leak."

Jack grumbled but didn't wake.

He nudged a little harder. "Jack...I gotta piss."

He felt Jack's arms finally loosen so he was able to roll out of bed and mince his way to the bathroom to take care of business. When he returned and got back into bed, he was encased once again within the living straightjacket and found himself with one very good reason why he was never going to share a sleeping bag with Jack, offworld or on. The man had one hell of a death grip. He struggled a bit as he had to pull on Jack's arms to get him to loosen up again. He sighed deeply as he caught his breath, then reached back and smacked Jack hard on the thigh. Startled, Jack woke up a bit, his eyes not quite opening.

"What the hell was that for?" he groused with a dry, sleepy throat.

"I'm buying you a teddy bear, Jack."

"The hell you are," Jack growled, waking up a little more.

"Then stop hugging the crap out of me as if I were one."

Jack grinned and enclosed his arms around Daniel, although a bit more loosely this time. "Sorry, Danny. You just feel like one," and he playfully snuffled Daniel's neck.

Daniel growled in response, hiding his smile from Jack as he went back back to sleep.

part nine

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