~ part nine ~
~ games ~
Daniel expected things to feel somehow different, but they didn't. Things went on as they always did come Monday morning. Paul flew back to DC with his budget reports, and Daniel, Jack, and Jason went back to doing their usual work. Just another normal day. Until lunch. Jack walked into Daniel's office to grab him for a bite down at the cafeteria. Daniel got up and before they left the office, they exchanged a brief, loving look, feeling somehow closer now that that one intimacy had finally been shared between them. At least, Daniel thought so.
What he didn't know was that Jack had felt it, too. Jack had remembered Jason's words to him the previous week and sniggered privately about it. The world hadn't come crashing down around his ears just because he'd finally had sex with his closest friend and he hadn't fallen apart and gone mental just at the thought of being around Daniel afterward. In fact, things were almost too normal. His and Daniel's usual, everyday banter went on just as it always had and there wasn't some silly rush of groin action flooding him every time he saw Daniel or talked with the man. Instead, he just felt their bond had somehow intensified.
Sitting down at the lunch table, Jack smiled at the thought as he took a bite from his pastrami sandwich. Daniel looked at him in amusement and grinned, though with his mouth closed as he had a mouthful of potato salad. He swallowed quickly and took a drink from his mug of coffee.
"What?"
"I'll tell you later. It's something that has to do with what Jason told me last week you'll likely find hilarious and should probably be the reason I don't say anything at all."
Daniel laughed softly. "Uh oh."
"Yeah," Jack said, jogging his eyebrows before taking another bite of his sandwich.
Sam and Teal'c sat with them, as usual, and they grinned at each other across the table as they watched their teammates, sensing correctly that the two had gotten closer. They were very pleased, even if Teal'c did end up owing Sam a steak dinner for losing a private bet on 'who did who first'. Teal'c never did find out from Sam just how she found out.
At the end of the day, Daniel was getting into his car to go home when he got a call from Alex. He'd been thinking of calling him, and not because he was needing a little sexual relief but because he wanted to cease things with the man.
For some reason Daniel couldn't nail down, he didn't feel the need to be with anyone other than his best friends. He didn't understand exactly why, but he suspected it had a lot to do with what had happened on Saturday. He had finally been intimate with his closest friends and it was almost as if he'd finished a bonding ritual. Well, almost. There was one piece of intimacy he had yet to share with Jack. He didn't understand it but after that, he knew he'd feel...completed.
He felt his sexual hunger was just as strong as it always had been, especially after he'd begun having sex once more, and though he felt a tremor of excitement at the thought of an odd casual encounter with someone different, those desires were quickly being replaced with thoughts of Jack, Jason, and Paul.
In ending his liaison with Alex, however, he did feel some measure of responsibility to end it courteously, not just by avoiding him or saying it over the phone. That had never been his way. Even if he felt drawn to Alex, it was something that he could easily resist. Alex was...unfortunately...not necessary anymore, and Daniel couldn't help but feel guilty about using him. He'd wanted some satisfaction, some thrill, and now that he'd had it, he didn't want it anymore. But he knew it wasn't just that. It had more to do with his friends than his own reawakened lust.
Daniel rationalized that having sex, especially at the SGC, with someone he didn't know all that well was dangerous. With Paul, Jack, and Jason, it was somehow...different. But with Alex, he was becoming uncomfortable with the idea. He knew he was trying to make himself feel better about ending their association by justifying it, even with reasons that were logical and truthful, but he still couldn't help the bad feeling.
He drove into the parking lot of his apartment complex just as Alex showed up and when they went inside, Daniel poured them a few drinks. Before Daniel had a chance to say anything, Alex told him he that he'd had an idea that it was their last time together and told Daniel that there was someone he wanted to see on a steady basis. Daniel let his relief show after Alex's admission and afterward, after they had relaxed about their mutual, and unnecessary, guilt, they talked for a while, playing chess, instead of having one more sexual encounter. When Alex left, Daniel felt strangely disappointed, and he wasn't sure why except that it was probably a case of ego-building. He had liked what Alex had done for him, how Alex had made him feel, but in the end, Alex hadn't been necessary for that. Only his best friends.
Daniel wanted to call Jack, but he didn't. Instead, he just poured himself another drink, got himself comfortable in bed, and read one of his books, his long-familiar comfort for lonely nights. As he lay down to sleep, he suddenly knew what the real reason was for needing to be with his friends, or just to hear their voices over the phone. It was because he missed them...though he'd seen Jack and Jason that day.
He wanted them near because he loved them...very much. They were part of him, he supposed. His own personal teddy bears, but ones he'd never outgrow.
Daniel was reading at his desk when the phone rang, startling him into almost spilling his coffee. When he answered it, it was Paul. He snorted, amused by the link between Paul and spilt coffee.
"How're you doing, Paul?"
"Oh, I'm fine. Bored."
"Yeah, me too. Miss you, too, by the way. How're your pants?" he snorted again.
"At the tailors, getting adjusted."
"Ohhh dear, aren't we special."
"Hey, where do you work and where do I work?"
"Point taken," Daniel said, laughing.
"So, what're you doing on Friday?"
Uh oh. Whenever Paul asked that, on a 'land line' within the SGC, that usually meant business, not pleasure. "What's going on?"
"Well...seeing as you'll be out here anyway..."
"Paul..." Daniel whined. "I hate it when you do that. If something's up, couldn't you wait until General Hammond has a chance to tell--" and just then, Hammond knocked and entered his office. Daniel smirked, holding up his finger at the man. "Paul, he just walked in, hold on." Daniel held the phone over his chest. "Let me guess, sir. I have to go to D.C.?"
"Correct, Dr. Jackson. You and Colonel O'Neill are expected there on Friday at 1000 hours, which means you leave--"
"Thursday afternoon," Daniel finished, nodding. "What's the 'wild hair' for now, sir?"
Hammond smirked at Daniel's irascible mood. "I'll let Major Davis tell you, Dr. Jackson, since you obviously have him on the line. I'll be in my office." He shook his head with amusement and left the office.
"Thank you, sir," Daniel called out as he put the receiver back to his ear. "Okay, spill. He wouldn't tell me who's got the fucking wild hair up their ass and what for."
Paul chuckled on the other end. "Sorry, Daniel. SG-1 has to explain a few expenditures. And that means you and Jack only since Sam was rescued by the General. He wasn't able to get you and Jack out of it."
Daniel growled into the receiver. "Paaauuuuul. What for?"
Paul sighed. "That mission with the Tok'ra...going to..."
Daniel groaned. "PS4-331."
"That's the one," Paul confirmed.
With an audible sigh of impatience, Daniel said, "They want to know why the UAVs weren't returned."
"Yeah."
"And apparently it wasn't explained to their satisfaction in the reports," Daniel said flatly, without stating it as a question. His eyes were closed and he was pinching the bridge of his nose. He felt a Pentagon-sized headache coming on. "Shit."
"I'm sorry, Daniel."
"Oh crap, Paul. Not your fault. I'm sorry if I sound like I'm taking it out on you."
"You're not sounding that way, promise. On the upside of things, you guys can join me at the opera house Friday night."
Daniel brightened a little. "Really? Jack will like that. What's performing?"
"Bizet's 'Carmen'."
Daniel grinned. "Strangely...appropriate, wouldn't you say?"
"Why would you say that, Daniel?" Paul asked smoothly.
"Paul."
"Daniel."
Daniel sighed, feeling a pull within his heart and his belly. He missed the man and didn't really care why they were going to DC. When he didn't answer right away, Paul became a little worried.
"Daniel?"
"I'm here. I was just thinking that I'll at least be able to see you. We'll hook up with you Friday morning. Jack and I will fly out Thursday and probably be there around ten or eleven, depending upon the efficiency of the airline, if we don't take a hop flight, that is."
"You're not. I'll have a car come round to pick you up at the airport and then in the morning. I've just sent the flight details and so on to General Hammond so you can pick them up with his secretary. See you then, Daniel."
"See ya later. Bye." Daniel hadn't known that Jack was leaning in the doorway so when Jack moved, he startled Daniel half out of his chair.
"Jack, goddamn it!" and Daniel threw a pen at him. Jack easily evaded the object, which skittered out into the corridor. A passing airman picked it up and handed it to Jack.
"Thank you, airman. Carry on." The airman departed and Jack closed the door and sat down into the extra chair by Daniel's desk. "I take it you spoke with Hammond?"
Daniel nodded grimly. "And just got off the phone with Paul," then added a small smile.
"What?"
"He's taking us to the opera Friday night."
Jack showed a marked interest. "Oh yeah? What opera?"
"'Carmen'."
Jack gave Daniel a wicked grin. "That's an...interesting coincidence, don'tcha think?"
Daniel only grinned. "So...we leave for DC early Thursday afternoon. Paul said the flight info was emailed so..."
Jack nodded. "Let's go get it."
As he and Daniel left for Hammond's office, another wicked grin came over Jack's face. "Wouldn't it be ironic if they set us up in a fancy hotel just as they're picking us apart for wasting money?"
Daniel snorted in agreement.
Thursday came surprisingly quickly and just as Daniel had suspected, they took a flight out of Denver at 1:35. By 10:30 pm, they were in D.C. and settling into their two connecting rooms. Even though they were still wide awake from the two hour time difference, they had to force themselves to get some sleep for the morning meeting they had, the meeting that neither of them was looking forward to.
Daniel sat down heavily in the chair by the dresser in Jack's hotel room, loosened his tie, then stripped it off. "I have a headache the size of a mothership." He took off his glasses and tossed them on top of the dresser, then pressed the bridge of nose.
"I know. Me too." Jack had already retrieved the medicine from his wash-bag in the bathroom and brought it out with a glass of water. "You first, Danny." Daniel half-opened his eyes and smiled half-heartedly at Jack.
"Thanks," then tossed the pills into his mouth and drank down the glass of water.
"Lie down on the bed," he told Daniel as he refilled the water glass for his own meds.
"I have to go to my room for that and I'm not capable of moving yet," Daniel said with an exhausted sigh.
"Not this time," Daniel heard him say then felt Jack's arm around him, pulling him out of the chair.
"Come on. Bed, Daniel."
"You're such a sweet-talkin' bastard," Daniel mumbled, getting a short tired laugh from Jack but didn't question why Jack was letting him lie down in his room. Instead, he let the man steer him to the turned-down bed, lie him down, let him take off his shoes, then his pants, then his dress shirt. Daniel lay there in t-shirt and shorts, his arm over his eyes as the light of the day bothered him. Jack stripped down, then closed the curtains, hung a do-not-disturb sign on the door, crawled into the large bed next to Daniel and pulled the covers up over them.
"Jack, what time is it?" Daniel mumbled.
Jack realized he'd left his watch on, and as he took it off, he looked. "1430...also known as 2:30 pm."
"Thanks. That should be just enough time. I figure four hours to get rid of this fucking migraine."
"Yeah...that should be about right," Jack mumbled back.
"The opera's at 8. Do you think Paul could get a refund?"
Jack mumbled something but Daniel didn't hear. Daniel was suddenly too warm and he kicked aside the covers and tossed his remaining tee shirt and shorts onto the floor. With a slightly relieved sigh, he was soon asleep with Jack snuggled in behind.
The hotel phone rang six times before Daniel's hand sleepily grabbed the receiver and barely managed to put it to his ear.
"Daniel's whorehouse...I'm tired so bugger off." Daniel started to hang up until he heard Paul's laughter on the other end. "Paul?" he managed to croak out.
"Jesus, Daniel. What if I'd been one of the JCS, or General Hammond for that matter?"
"That was the point, Paul. Damn people make you feel like a whore so what the fuck, 'cept for Hammond. What're ya doin'?"
Paul tried not to laugh, and failed. "It's 6 o'clock, Daniel. Do you feel up to going?"
Daniel groaned. "Can we go tomorrow?"
"Sorry. It's the last night."
Daniel groaned again. "Is it still fashionable to be late?"
"Yes, but not for opera. If you want to go, get ready. There's a private box with our names on it."
That almost got Daniel to open an eye. "Wow. Who in your family did you kill to get that?"
"No one. I bought it myself," he said proudly.
"A permanent one or just for the show?"
"A permanent one, Daniel. I only pay for the cover of each show."
"Wow. You got that big raise then." Daniel still hadn't opened an eye but that almost got him and he had to tease in return.
"Daniel...I'll give you till 7:30."
"Ugh. Can I go in a hearse?"
"Headache still?"
"No. It's gone. I'm just very tired."
Paul grunted. "I don't blame you. I'll pop on by around 7:30. Be ready if you really want to go."
"Ughhhh. Paul, you bought the tickets, we'll go. I just don't guarantee I'll be awake. See you."
Daniel blindly hung up the phone and when he turned, he found himself wrapped up in Jack O'Neill and consumed by a rather heated kiss. He moaned and wrapped a leg around Jack's thigh, kissing the man back with sleepy enthusiasm. When the kiss was broken, Daniel still hadn't dared to open an eye.
"Hey, Jack."
"Hey. Was that Paul?"
"Hmmm."
"So, what time?"
"7:30."
"Christ, Daniel, we gotta get up," Jack said, extricating himself and getting out of bed.
Daniel growled. "Coffee."
"Room stuff is crap. I'll order up some lattes."
Jack did just that as he pulled his wardrobe hanger out of the closet then went in to shower and shave. When he finished, he found Daniel still hadn't stirred from the bed. He stood near the foot, staring at Daniel, who'd turned over onto his stomach and had gotten rid of his pillow. The sheet had also been bunched up over his legs only, revealing the rest of him.
"Daniel, that's really a good look for you, but unfortunately, it's also bad for your back. Come on, buddy. Get up," and Jack leaned over and slapped the back of Daniel's calf, for which he got a deep grumble, but no movement. "Come on, Danny." Still no movement. A knock on the door came and Jack grabbed a hotel robe and put it on. He looked back from the door and fortunately the bed couldn't be seen from there. He opened the door and found a hotel waiter with two tall lattes. Jack grinned, paid the man, then shut the door. "Dannnnny."
"F'koff, J'k," Daniel grumbled once more. Jack grinned as he saw that Daniel had placed a pillow over his head. He set the tray down, moved over to the bed and tore the sheet off Daniel in one fluid motion. He should have prepared himself. No matter how tired, grumpy, or even pissy Daniel was, the man's naked body always sent a warm tingling through him. He stared down at the long, sleek curves that ran from Daniel's shoulder's to the small of his back, over his buttocks, and down his legs. Jack growled low in his throat and got a low growl from Daniel in return. Then a very wicked grin slowly spread across Jack's face as he got a very dangerous idea.
He bent down over the end of the bed, directly over Daniel's ass. He knew that Daniel knew he was there as the bed sank down from his weight as he leaned down...then gently bit Daniel over the top of each buttock.
"Jaaaack." Daniel squirmed a tiny bit but otherwise didn't budge.
Jack moved lower and bit at the top of the rise of each buttock.
"Jaack!" Daniel squirmed again but still made no effort to sit up or even turn over.
Daniel was definitely awake, but he wasn't budging, as if daring Jack to do more. Jack knew this was a game now and his grin broadened. He bent down further, just under the curve of each buttock and nipped quickly, several times, moving from one buttock to the other. He heard Daniel first gasp then release a lazy moan.
"Jack, if you're going to do that, get your fine ass back into this bed."
"Nuh uh, Danny. Time to get up."
"I am up, you bastard."
Jack laughed evilly. "Off the bed, Daniel." When Daniel didn't move, he resorted to further coaxing.
Daniel felt lazy...and aroused. Jack was teasing him pretty good but nothing he couldn't handle. Until he felt a stiffened tongue slide between the top of his thighs and under his balls. That did it. He pulled the pillow off his head and turned quickly, his cock standing firmly at attention while the rest of his body experienced a warm shudder. Jack pulled quickly away, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.
"Jack...you get back here."
"We don't have time. I needed you up...er, awake and preferably moving."
Daniel growled menacingly. "You are so going to pay for that."
Jack grabbed the latte cup and waved it at Daniel. "I have your coffee," he sing-songed teasingly. Daniel eyed him dangerously.
"I am so goddamn tempted to lay here and jerk off right in front of you."
Jack paused and actually gave it some thought before he said, "Um, not that that isn't really tempting...and it is, Daniel...we have to show Paul some consideration."
That did Daniel in. The thought of being rude and inconsiderate to Paul got him. He was still pissy and tired but he took the coffee from Jack as he sat up...albeit gingerly, then wandered into the bathroom to try and wash up. He ended up having to turn on the cold water in the shower to get his erection to die down. He had images of Jack's mouth on him and he wouldn't let them go until the cold water hit him. He knew that would do it but damn if he wasn't exactly ready for it. When he howled, Jack came running in.
"Daniel, what's up?"
"Not me anymore, you asshole," Daniel growled, an obvious shaking to his voice because of the cold water. "Had to turn the fucking cold water on. I hate you. Go away."
Jack sniggered to himself, though with a bit of sheepishness, as he left the bathroom. He bit his lip knowing damn well that that mood of Daniel's would carry into the night. He'd have to be nice or risk serious payback later. Jack wasn't so sure he didn't just earn himself some payback anyway. And he looked forward to it.
Dressed in black tie, the two men looked stunning. Daniel had his contacts in so he didn't have to worry about the glare from stage lights reflecting off his glasses. Despite the amazing evolution of eyeglasses, no matter what they were made out of, there was no such thing as "anti-glare".
Daniel stared at Paul when he showed up at the door, giving him the once-over as he grabbed his overcoat and he and Jack left the room.
"You look gorgeous," Daniel said with appreciation and walked in front of Paul to the elevator.
Paul was practically drooling. "Speak for yourself, you walking sex god." He so wished he could reach out and grab. Jack nudged him with a smirk.
"You wanna build that temple now or later?" Jack asked in a hushed, sarcastic tone.
Daniel snorted and turned around, finding both Paul and Jack watching his ass and legs. He shook his head as they got into the elevator. "You guys are unreal." He simply couldn't understand why he got that much attention. He knew he was handsome, he wasn't stupid, but he thought Jack and Paul were just as handsome as he was and even more so wearing their black and white formal wear. He waited for them to get out of the elevator first, biting at his lip as he admired them from behind. They took notice but didn't say anything.
When they reached the lobby, it was raining hard. The small limo that Paul had hired for them sat outside waiting and as they hadn't brought umbrellas, they used their overcoats to shield themselves from the rain. On the way to the opera house, Paul gave them a brief history on the performers and who was playing Carmen, Don José, and Escamillo.
"Have you seen them perform this before?" Daniel asked him, not so much interested in the answer as he was in looking and listening to Paul talk. He couldn't get over just how well Paul looked in a black tie tux, and of course, how well it seemed to suit him. Paul finally noticed how long Daniel stared at him. He grinned hesitantly.
"Daniel? Why are you staring?"
Daniel shook himself. "I'm sorry, Paul. I don't believe I've ever seen you in a tux. You look really good."
"Well, thanks, Daniel," Paul replied with a small smile, then nodded at Jack. "Jack looks exceptionally good."
Daniel looked at him, giving him a long lookover, though it was apparent to Jack that he was also teasing. "Yes, he does look good," and he gave Jack a quick smile and turned back to Paul. The air was suddenly tense and Paul astutely knew what the reason for it was.
"So Jack, you got yourself in trouble?"
Jack rolled his eyes and sighed, looking briefly at Daniel, who looked smugly at him. "I did."
Paul looked over at Daniel who smiled back and Paul sighed and took Daniel's hand. "Do me a favor and let it go for now or I'll be forced to drag this mood from you."
Daniel sensed a challenge and decided to...play. His pissy mood was evaporating anyway, except for the payback. He smiled brilliantly at Paul and made him groan.
"I do not trust you when you smile like that."
That only made Daniel smile wider, then he looked over at Jack and kept his smile. "I'll behave...if you two do."
Neither of his friends could promise that so the car was curiously silent as the three of them tried to keep from smiling. Jack, on the other hand, so wanted to say 'Bring it on, Daniel,' but thought he'd wait until later.
Paul started off the discussion about the opera once again and the three of them discussed the story itself and soon found themselves at the opera house five minutes before eight. After handing over the tickets, Paul escorted them up a wide staircase to the level where the private boxes were kept. Paul's box was relatively near the stage and when they entered, they sat down in the ornate chairs provided. Four dark blue valances hung over the top of their box with similarly colored curtains to the side. The chairs themselves were quite comfortable and two small circular tables sat in front of them, presumably for champagne or other beverages.
Before the door to their box closed, Paul ordered a magnum of champagne and while they waited, they opened their jackets and tried to get more comfortable, checking out the theatre and the sights below them. After their champagne bucket was served and the door to their box was finally closed, Paul poured a glass for each of them and gave them each a silent toast, which they returned. Suddenly the lights lowered and the opera began.
Though the lights were dimmed, Jack noted that there were lighting sconces within the walls of the box as well as against the front of the box. Jack also noted that the rather large round hand rail that ran a few inches inward from the box edge was a highly polished gold-colored metal. So polished in fact that it served almost like a mirror. A mirror that perfectly reflected Daniel and Paul's groins. He grinned and took a quick sip from his fluted champagne glass to keep himself from laughing. Jack saw that Daniel had become engrossed in the play, and although he himself found it fascinating, he was more interested in Daniel...and in playing a little game. A little 'winding Daniel up' game. He knew it was dangerous, but since he was already on shaky ground, what the hell. He leaned back in his chair to catch Paul's attention, and with a few motions with his hand, indicated what he wanted the both of them to do to Daniel. They exchanged very wicked grins as they looked at Daniel.
Daniel was watching 'Carmen' slink around on the stage getting ready to sing her seductive aria, Habañera, when he felt a touch along the side his left thigh. He looked down and Jack's forefinger was caressing him lazily. He tried to ignore it but when he found that he couldn't, he brought his hand down and took hold of Jack's finger and stilled it. Jack mouthed 'sorry' and Daniel gave him the 'yeah right' look, then let his hand go and focused again on the performance. A few minutes later, he found Paul's forefinger doing the same thing. It didn't take him longer than a nanosecond to figure out that these two were only half-interested in the performance on the stage. They were more interested in the performance they thought they'd get out of him by their supposedly subtle teasing. Daniel decided to try and ignore Paul's touch and not to play this interesting little game, but Jack soon joined him and after nearly thirty minutes of their treacherous fingers on his thighs, he found himself getting hard.
In fact, Daniel found himself becoming very aroused by what they were doing, but if they didn't stop messing with him, they would both be getting some attention of their own, and they seemed to have forgotten what he was like when pushed or messed with. Or...maybe they didn't. He smiled to himself without changing the expression on his face. Jack's finger become 'fingers' and were now caressing the top of his thigh. Paul's hand was doing the same. Daniel told himself to hold out, to keep from reacting. To see how long he could maintain his composure. After all, this was a game and damn if he really was enjoying the hell out of it. He was also extremely hard now and if his friends didn't watch it, they'd get the same in return. Or is that what they wanted?
At that thought, he got an idea. A perfect payback idea. Like Jack, he had also noticed the mirror-like reflection in the hand rail, giving them each a good view of the other. If his friends also looked at the black outlines of his trousers well enough, they'd see the outline of his very hard cock. He had to stifle a soft gasp as Jack's full hand now started to slide toward his groin. He clamped his hand down on Jack, stopping him, pinning his hand there on top of his thigh. When Paul's hand started to move, Daniel didn't stop him. Instead, he slid his right hand over and rubbed his fingers and palm over Paul's groin. Paul barely managed to stifle his own gasp as his left hand clamped down over Daniel's to move his hand away but Daniel began to move his fingers...his expert and deft fingers.
Jack tried to turn his head away so that it wouldn't be obvious to anyone looking over at them that his attention was on something other than the stage. As it happened, he didn't need to worry about it. He found his eyes riveted to the railing's reflection...for there was Daniel's hand, covered by Paul's, slowly massaging.
His eyes flickered to Paul's face, gauging his expression, hoping that Paul wouldn't reveal what he was feeling. Paul had a very intense look, and considering what the subject matter of the opera was, his emotion could be easily dismissed...hopefully. The place in the play didn't really justify that kind of feeling yet, but then, Paul could always be seen as a lover of the opera itself - if he was even being looked upon at all, which wasn't likely considering the enthralling performances so far.
Jack tried to watch the performers on the stage but two things happened that caught his attention instead. One, a broader movement reflecting off the railing, showing that Daniel was now stroking Paul's erection through the man's trousers, not just massaging; and two, Daniel's hand that had clamped down over his own was now squeezing slightly and his fingertips were slowly rubbing Jack's palm. Both motions startled Jack and he wondered how in the world he didn't flinch. He took a quick look at Daniel's face and the man's expression was of perfect concentration - on the play. Daniel looked as if he were engrossed in it, completely belying what his hidden hands were doing.
Where the time went, Paul didn't know, but suddenly Act 1 finished and Act 2 began. Paul hadn't bothered to take away Daniel's hand because the moment Daniel touched him, he knew he wanted him to. His years of 'acting' in front of Pentagon politicos came in handy now as he had to school his features so that the only expression he revealed was that of intense interest. Showing emotion would be okay, but only a few facial twitches, such as frowning, browraising, smiling, and the like. An open-mouthed look of rapture wouldn't be a good idea. But it was exactly what Paul was feeling now.
He slowly moved his hand from Daniel's and clasped the very short, bowed arm of the chair, just as his other hand was already doing. He had to hang on to something, and somehow reaching across to grab Daniel's thigh wouldn't be a good idea. He might tighten his grasp and didn't want to risk hurting Daniel involuntarily. Paul felt a line of perspiration forming on his upper lip and over his brow. He opened his legs only slightly, with the barest of movement, but he had to make sure he didn't move his hips in reaction to Daniel's touch. He didn't know if Daniel was intending to bring him to completion but if Daniel kept up his touch, he'd succeed.
As for Jack, he was now very hard, his eyes darting back and forth between the performance on stage and the performance of Daniel's hand on Paul's crotch. It didn't help that Daniel was squeezing his hand harder, his fingers pressing into Jack's palm and rubbing tiny mirror images of what he was doing to Paul again his skin. Jack's face began to perspire as well and he ached to have Daniel's hand on his own cock. He really did not know how Paul could maintain his composure under Daniel's tantalizing touch.
Halfway through Act 4, Daniel relaxed his...touch. He let his eyes remain fixed on the stage but he could see, peripherally, that Paul shifted uncomfortably because he'd stopped. He removed Jack's hand from his thigh then clasped his fingers together over his lap and pretended as if nothing had gone on at all. It served both of them right, he thought. They should have known better than to mess with him that way. Daniel rarely backed down from anything, and his friends were now learning that he was not above a bit of public fondling.
Daniel had been planning to bring Paul off but had suddenly changed his mind, in favor of a bigger tease...the result of which would hopefully be to get Paul to lose it. He knew Paul had tremendous skill in restraining himself in the midst of great emotion. Paul was now having to put more of that skill to use, and Daniel hoped to provoke him even more.
When the play was over and the lights came up, the three of them stood, though a little carefully as all three of them had very hard erections. Daniel finally looked over at Paul and found the man's eyes were smouldering. Daniel gave him a tiny smile.
"Well, that was a wonderful performance of that opera, Paul. Thanks for inviting us."
Paul's mouth dropped open then, astonished at Daniel's casual air. He shut his mouth and glared when Daniel raised his brow and gave him one of his classic innocent expressions.
"What?" Daniel asked just as he wondered how far he could really push Paul. He suddenly jumped a bit when Jack's voice came from behind his ear.
"Keep it up Daniel and you'll find you've pushed the both of us too far."
Daniel let the corner of his mouth curve up. Another challenge. Jack had just thrown down the gauntlet. Did he do it on purpose? Judging from the warning expression on Paul's face as Paul stared past him at Jack, Daniel felt it was indeed on purpose. So...a challenge to what? Further tease...goad...push? Didn't Jack realize that his name was already 'mud'?
After taking a deep breath, Daniel gave them both a dangerous smile. "You two started it. Don't go blaming me when things...escalate."
Paul's eyes widened, then he shook his head at Daniel. "You're too dangerous to bring out in public, you know that?"
Daniel smirked, looking behind his shoulder at Jack. "So I've heard."
Jack rolled his eyes and smirked back. "Daniel, that is supposed to apply to the 'other' public, if you get what I mean."
"Says you," Paul said, walking a little uncomfortably as they left the room. Daniel turned back to indicate the bottle of champagne.
"Aren't you taking that, Paul? That stuff's expensive."
Paul shrugged, pausing in the corridor. "You still feel like drinking that or do you feel like having something else?"
"I could use a JD on the rocks, actually. Or an import," Jack stated, and both Daniel and Paul agreed, so the champagne was left in the room as they departed the building. It was still raining pretty hard and they had to quickly shrug into their overcoats as they waited for their limo to pull up. When it did, they hurriedly climbed inside, not waiting for the driver to open their door and Paul, in fact, ordered the man to stay in the car. When the door shut, the driver promptly whisked them away. Settling down in their places, with Paul sitting across from Daniel and Jack, they began to relax...sort of.
"So where to now, Paul?" Daniel asked, his face a picture of innocence, which Paul took for 'Daniel-speak' to mean he was gearing up for another round of teasing. Paul gave him a long look, then looked over at Jack.
"Well, since you guys missed the dinner hour, we could stop someplace for a late supper, unless you want to get back to your hotel."
"If it weren't raining," Jack said, taking his eyes off Daniel for the moment to look out of the vehicle, "we could stop by one of those of those cafés and grab some steak sandwiches."
Daniel smiled. "You sure do love those things."
"The originals, yes," Jack said in a discriminating tone. "How about we grab a pizza and bring it back to the hotel? Get some brews to go with it?"
Paul smiled and pulled out his cell phone as he ordered the driver to take them to a certain restaurant. He called up and ordered two large pizzas to go. "So...who gets to go in and grab the pizzas?" Paul asked.
Daniel was developing another evil plan - although a short one - in his mind and he, therefore, couldn't be the one to grab the pizzas. "Jack's closest to the door. He can get them."
Jack eyed him. "You're just as close to your door."
"Yes, but we'll likely be pulling in on your side so..."
Jack's eyes narrowed as he and Paul exchanged suspicious looks. Daniel was glad to note that Paul's overcoat was open, revealing his trousers underneath. He slipped his right shoe off and slowly put his socked foot up between Paul's legs, sliding toward his groin.
"Daniel..." Paul warned, then winced and hissed as Daniel's toes touched the base of his cock.
"Daniel..." Jack also warned, but Daniel only smiled, taking note of two other things. Paul didn't push his foot away and Jack didn't interfere. No matter how they said they didn't want him to do what he was doing, they let him anyway.
Paul was 'dressed slightly to the left' as Daniel slid the front of his foot up and down the very obvious erection he could feel under the cloth. The arch of his foot made contact some of the time and his heel rubbed over Paul's balls. He smiled with satisfaction as Paul spread his legs and closed his eyes as his toes worked over the swollen glans.
By the time they reached the restaurant and Jack had gone inside, Daniel had withdrawn his foot, but he had Paul worked into a lather and Jack had become worked up just from watching. Paul had kept his composure, more or less, throughout the entire 'ordeal' and thought things had calmed down until he noticed another wicked look in Daniel's eyes.
"Daniel?" Paul asked warily.
Daniel smiled and whispered, "Please tell me this car is soundproofed when the security screen goes up?"
"It is. What's on your mind Daniel?" Paul answered quietly.
"I thought we could just...drive around and talk for a little while before going back to the hotel."
"Drive around and talk?" Paul asked, though he had a fairly good idea what 'talk' meant, which was making him harder somehow.
"We have a bit to discuss, yes," but he said that mostly for the driver's benefit. The smile that slowly spread across Daniel's face made Paul quiet and when Daniel licked his bottom lip, Paul held his breath for a moment. Just then, the door opened and Jack got inside with two pizza boxes and a sack of imports and settled into his seat.
"Driver, please take the car around Washington Park until I signal that we return to the hotel," Paul asked in as casual a tone as he could then hit the button for the privacy screen which rolled up and cut them off from their driver. As the car began to move again, Jack looked at them in puzzlement as he set the pizza boxes down next to him, by the door, and the sack on the floor.
"What's goin' on?"
"Have a beer and get comfortable, Jack," Daniel said with quiet excitement. "Hand one to Paul, too, would you please?" Daniel said smoothly as he moved over to Paul's side of the car. He gave Jack an intense look and Jack realized that something even better was going on. Not bothering to ask, he grabbed two beers, opened them, handed one to Paul and then slid across the seat and leaned against the cushioned side to get a comfortable view of what he felt sure he'd see. Daniel suddenly turned and fixed him with a commanding stare and quietly added, "Oh...and Jack? You can't get off, no matter how turned on you feel. Got it?" Jack was so stunned by Daniel's soft order that he merely gaped at him, then abruptly drank a third of his beer down.
Paul took a long swallow from his, eyeing Daniel as he drank. Daniel shrugged off his coat, loosened and removed his tie, then unbuttoned part of his shirt, his eyes never leaving Paul's all the while. He took Paul's beer from him and drank half of it, then handed it back to him. Paul quickly drank the rest and dropped the empty bottle to the floor.
Slowly, like a sleek, dangerous predator, Daniel moved Paul to bring his legs up on the seat and recline against the cushioned side. He then moved up between Paul's legs and kissed him, at first gently but with increasing passion, then he moved away. His hands were already busy, moving over Paul's body, stimulating him with touches through his clothing. His hands moved to his trousers, opened them, pulled them down just enough to take Paul's cock out of his shorts. Paul hissed as Daniel wasted no time and firmly grasped the base while he licked and sucked on the rest of his cock. His head bobbed up and down quickly and Paul was absolutely astonished at how fast Daniel was bringing him close to coming. After his initial, short caresses, Daniel hadn't touched any other part of him either.
Jack was just as equally wound up, watching, and tried not to relieve himself by jerking off. He had nothing with which to clean himself off with, anyway, so Daniel's surprising command was just as well. He couldn't help but rub his palm over his erection but he knew if he kept it up, so to speak, he'd come. He had no intention of coming. Not yet, anyway, so he moved his hand away.
It was all Paul could do not to call out words of encouragement, just in case the car wasn't as soundproof as it was suppose to be. Even so, Daniel seemed intent on teasing him into a frenzy and bringing him to the edge of ecstasy and then backing off. Paul was getting so hard that if Daniel didn't get him off soon, he'd beg Jack to do it...and piss Daniel off. Of course, the little tease would deserve it if he kept up the aggravating torture. Paul wanted Daniel to suck him dry and suck him dry now. All he kept remembering was that exquisite ride Daniel had given him in the front seat of his car.
"Daniel...dammit, stop teasing," he panted harshly. Daniel grinned and finally, finally, got down to business and encouraged Paul to thrust into his mouth as he swallowed his cock halfway and opened his throat.
Paul suddenly grasped the top and bottom of the seat for leverage and lifted his hips into the air, thrusting quickly into Daniel's mouth as he gasped out a desperate moan. He watched Daniel, amazed at how erotic he looked deep-throating him in the back of a limo. The combination of Daniel's mouth and the realization of where he was did Paul in. He gasped out a harsh moan, bit his lip, squeezed his eyes shut, threw his head back and came, hard. His body became completely rigid then as his hips jerked through spasm after spasm. Daniel pulled back to the head and eagerly swallowed, loving the fact that he'd made Paul do this; he'd made him come in a limo.
Jack had closed his eyes and groaned before Paul came, his own orgasm just barely avoided. He wouldn't look again until Daniel was through. He heard Paul panting quietly, then rustling motion as he settled back into the seat. When he heard Daniel zipping him up and kissing Paul at the same time, he opened his eyes.
Paul gave Jack a very intense look as he tapped on the privacy screen with his knuckle. "When we get up the hotel room, if you don't throw him on the bed and fuck him into his next incarnation, I'm going to kill you."
A slow smile spread across Jack's face as he watched Daniel stare back at him, almost as if the gorgeous tease were daring him. As he stared back, meeting Daniel's silent challenge, all he said was, "I'm hungry. Can't this car move any faster?"
All the way up the elevator, down the long hallway, and into the room, Daniel felt himself struggling to walk with every step. His dick was so hard, he'd thought he'd explode. He'd never been so goddamn aroused. He went into the bathroom, toed off his shoes, then stripped down to his boxers, and hung his clothes back in their travel hanger. He stripped partly because he didn't want to risk getting pizza stains on them, but the biggest reason was that he wanted to tease them back...and he wanted Jack to come after him. Unfortunately, Jack already had...in the form of his own teasing. The man knew Daniel wanted him and in the elevator, Jack had begun whispering in his ear, making Daniel bite his lip and close his eyes. Paul was enjoying every minute of it, too.
Daniel knew he deserved what he was getting - but he was, in fact, counting on it. He knew, sooner or later, that Jack would let go and do as Paul suggested, just as he wanted...and he wanted it badly. Daniel still couldn't believe Paul had said what he said in the limo because he'd mimicked exactly what Daniel had said to him in one of their phone calls. Paul had asked if they'd had sex yet and Daniel had told him, "No, but the next time we have the opportunity, the bastard had better throw me down on the bed and fuck me into my next incarnation or I'm going to have to kill him." Daniel remembered Paul laughing his ass off on the other end of the line.
Daniel took a deep breath, hoping that this thing would work. He walked slowly out of the bathroom and headed straight for the pizza box. As he took a bite, he noticed that Paul had kept his coat on and he frowned at him as he chewed quickly and swallowed.
"Paul? What's goin' on?"
Paul walked up to him, took his face in both hands and kissed his lips, oily from the pizza crust. They tasted good and he licked his own. "I'm going to let you and Jack have your own private party, and I'll see you tomorrow around noon for lunch."
Daniel started to protest but Paul kissed him again, then looked meaningfully at Jack, then back to Daniel. "I'll see you later." With that he left quietly. Daniel frowned, looking at the closed door then his concentration was broken as Jack set his pizza slice down, wiped his hands on the napkin, and gave Daniel a mysterious look as he disappeared into the bathroom. While he waited for Jack to come back out, he made himself a drink of JD and ice. All that was going on in his mind were the words Private Party repeated over and over again. The thought of what that meant made him heavy with anticipation. He remembered what Jack had done to him before the evening had started and he groaned. Testing his liquor, he took a sip, then satisfied, he took a larger drink just as he heard Jack coming out of the bathroom. He looked over and froze with a mouthful of water and whiskey. Jack was carrying a hand towel and he was very nude...and very hard.
Daniel gulped, then immediately took another drink, watching as Jack walked to the bed and tossed something onto it, near the pillows. Daniel kept his eyes locked on him, hoping Jack would do what he wanted him to do. Jack walked over to him, took the pizza from his hand and set it down on top of the bar, then used the hand towel he had and wiped off the little bit of sauce that decorated Daniel's fingers. Daniel watched him, studied him, trading glances as Jack cleaned his hand. Jack looked down at Daniel's fingers as he cleaned them, and without raising his head, he looked up to Daniel's eyes.
In a quiet, deep voice, Jack asked, "Remember when you called me Neanderthal?"
Daniel's heart was pounding so hard...and he wanted Jack so bad. His eyes never left Jack as quickly tossed down the rest of his drink, then set the glass down. The moment he did, he inhaled sharply as Jack tossed the towel across the room, grabbed him around the neck and waist and pulled him into a deep, hungry kiss. They both tasted like pizza, beer, and whiskey and the combination made Daniel tingle everywhere...and he forgot about everything except kissing Jack back, with interest.
He really had planned on teasing Jack more. He had also planned on eating more pizza. Those plans evaporated as Jack kissed him senseless while his hands ran over his skin...everywhere. They were suddenly walking backward, toward the bed and the tingling in Daniel's body intensified with his excitement.
Jack suddenly broke the kiss and said, "I can't throw you on it, but how about I push you down," and with that, he placed his hands against Daniel's chest and pushed him down onto the bed and onto his back. Daniel moved backward and watched, nearly mesmerized, as Jack grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled them off in one, fluid motion. He felt and heard his heart pounding loudly in his ears as Jack looked down at his cock.
"I am hungry, Daniel," he said, looking up at him. "But not for pizza."
Daniel felt this deep ache in his groin, and inside his ass where he'd longed for too many years for Jack to be buried. He watched Jack crawl toward him, over his legs, stopping at his groin. He gave Daniel a wicked grin as he lowered his face and took his cock into his mouth. Daniel gasped and gripped the bed sheets. His eyes closed and he held his breath as he felt Jack suck hard, moving up and down rapidly. Gasping now, Daniel didn't have a chance to moan as Jack left his cock and climbed over him, his face coming even with his own.
"It's time, Daniel," Jack growled deeply as he lay on top of him and kissed him harder and more fervently than before. Daniel kissed him back hard, wrapping his arms tightly around him, his hands sliding down Jack's shoulders, dragging his fingernails across Jack's skin, arousing him even more. Jack caressed him roughly, almost bruisingly, his calloused hands passing over him as if memorizing every part of his body. Daniel opened his eyes and found Jack watching him as they kissed, his eyes dark with lust. The sight of it aroused Daniel even more and all he wanted was to feel Jack inside him. To his left, he spied the object Jack tossed on the bed next to the pillows. The lube. He stared up into Jack's face as he grabbed and opened it, then spread his legs as Jack lifted himself off of him and pushed a pillow under his hips.
"We've had enough foreplay, Jack."
"Yes...we have," Jack replied, hissing as Daniel poured lube onto his fingers and coated his cock for him.
"Then..." Daniel started to say but never finished and sharply inhaled again as Jack's fingers moved quickly between his buttocks and rubbed against his anus. "Jack," and he spread his legs more and lifted his knees to either side of his chest while he pulled Jack down quickly into another hungry kiss. He moaned as Jack's fingers pushed inside him and all he could think of was how alive he felt and how ready he was. So ready in fact that he didn't need much in the way of preparation.
Jack moaned with want as he realized this, then broke the kiss as he pushed Daniel's legs up higher. Staring down into his lover's face, Jack didn't bother with hesitation or further delay and pushed the head of his cock past the ring of muscle.
Daniel closed his eyes and arched his head back, gasping, panting. Jack was hot...he was large...he was filling him...and he felt so goddamn good. He grasped his knees and pulled up, freeing Jack to rest his arms on either side of his head. Daniel then looked into Jack's eyes, heard him moan his name, and when Jack ground against him, hot lust spread through him.
"Fuck me, Jack," Daniel whispered as he released his legs and pulled Jack down for repetitive light kisses. "Now, please."
"I may not last, Daniel. I think you teased too long," Jack told him as he reached between them and curled his fingers around Daniel's cock as he began to rock his hips.
"I know...but I loved it...and so did you," Daniel moaned against his mouth.
"Yes," Jack breathed, and thrust hard, making Daniel cry out from the shudders that passed through him. "You wanted this more."
"God, yes," Daniel gasped, writhing underneath Jack, his head tossing back, his eyes closing.
"You wanted it in the limo, too, didn't you?" Jack growled as he rocked forward, pushing his cock deep, rubbing continually against Daniel's small gland.
"Yes, god, yes," Daniel gasped, his voice high with need.
Jack suddenly grabbed Daniel by the hair with his free hand, making him look into his eyes. He thrust harder, yet slowed his speed, circling his hips a bit. "But you love this more, don't you?"
"Yes," he said, his face flushed. He stared back hard, his pupils almost completely dilated. "We've waited a very long time, Jack."
"Yes," Jack whispered in agreement. He continued moving his hand on Daniel's cock, matching his hard but slow thrusting that gradually pushed Daniel further up the bed. Daniel spread his legs high as he grabbed hold of the sheets to hold himself in place.
Jack smiled ferally. "Oh, yeah, you want it, don'tcha, Danny?"
"Fuck yes, Jack. Fuck yes!"
Jack thrust deeper then and Daniel felt it...felt his orgasm closing. He needed Jack to do it now.
"Jack..." he gasped rapidly. "Hard and fast now...make me come."
"Yes," and feeling his own orgasm approaching, Jack let go of Daniel's cock and clamped his fingers into the sheets. "Hold on, baby," he gasped, his own need obvious. He lifted his hips and slammed down, again and again.
Daniel's eyes were wide, incredulous. "Oh God, oh God, oh GOD!!" He made loud, harsh sounds as his orgasm released, making Jack pound harder.
"Daniel, Oh My God!" and Jack came explosively as Daniel's muscles contracted around his cock.
Their lips locked, tongues tasted each other as they rode through their intense pleasure, their bodies spasming, their hearts hammering. Jack ran his fingers through Daniel's hair as he kissed him deeply, eventually gentling it until they were kissing softly, their bodies lying still after rolling to one side.
Finally Jack pulled back and looked into Daniel's eyes as he nuzzled his nose. Daniel stared back, not exactly ready to form intelligent words yet as he kissed him back. With their heads on the pillows, their bodies more or less comfortable, they looked at each other for a while until they fell asleep with the light on.
Daniel woke up, a little disoriented. He'd had a disturbing dream but it had quickly faded from him the moment he'd woken. Whatever it was, it had been sexual because he'd stiffened a bit. He lay there, staring across the bed, remembering where he was, and who it was who was spooned behind him. Jack moved a bit, his breath now on the back of Daniel's hair, blowing softly as he slept. Daniel could feel Jack's half-hard cock against the top of his ass but as he reached down to stroke himself, he realized he needed to piss. He got up and relieved himself, then grabbed a glass of water and set it by the bed. He felt a little too warm and cracked open the sliding glass door to the deck. The air was cold but not much of a breeze so he left it open and crawled back into bed.
Jack moaned, half-asleep, and snuggled up against him, his cock just a little bit harder. Daniel knew he could easily go back to sleep but his arousal at having Jack in his bed, even a hotel bed, made him want him. He knew he didn't need any more preparation and was lubricated enough. His need for Jack increased as the minutes passed. He nestled his body back into Jack's, rubbing his ass against his cock, feeling Jack appreciably harden. Daniel's body thrummed at the contact as Jack's dick nudged between his cheeks.
Jack groaned and kissed his ear, his hand moving to Daniel's hip as his hips thrust a few times against him and stilled as if teasing him. Daniel was more than aroused now and he growled at Jack. Jack growled back, suddenly no longer asleep. It sent a chill down Daniel's spine, and another one as Jack growled in his ear.
"You want more, Daniel?" and his hand reached over and took his dick in his hand, pumping slowly.
"Jack," Daniel gasped. He felt hot, dizzy, needing Jack inside him again. He wanted more. A lot more. He reached behind him and carefully positioned Jack's cock at his entrance, rubbing the head against him, feeling the small shudders of pleasure ripple through him and over the head of his dick. Jack's fingers tightened on his cock, making Daniel gasp loudly, and Jack thrust a little, teasingly pushing the head of his cock against his ass, nudging just barely past his ring of muscle. Daniel bit his lip, his body shuddering again at the pleasure, and he opened his thighs and pushed backward. When he did, Jack thrust again and Daniel bit his lip even harder, moaning as the head of Jack's cock began to move further inside.
"Jack," Daniel complained in another gasp. The shudders of pleasure had him panting quickly, but Jack was too slow. He was teasing him and he didn't want any more damn teasing. Like Jack, he'd had enough for the night and he wanted him right damn now. He reached back again and slapped his hand over Jack's ass and pulled the man toward him, hard. Jack growled again as the head of his cock moved past the barrier and entered his lover. Daniel sighed with pleasure, loving the feel of the man, and pulled on Jack's hip more just as he thrust backward, but this time, Jack cut him off and rolled forward, burying his cock even more but in doing so, Daniel found himself on his stomach with Jack partially rolled on top of him. Not that that was a bad thing, mind you, but Jack only moved his hips in tiny, tiny thrusts and he was driving Daniel mad...not to mention that Jack's hand was still caressing his cock with excruciatingly slow strokes.
"Jack!" Daniel growled.
Jack suddenly rolled completely on top of him, and he was moving...or rather, his hips were moving. Pressed under his weight, Daniel felt just fine, not minding one bit. If he wanted Jack off of him, or if he wanted Jack to move, he could control things quite easily, but he was highly aroused at what Jack was doing. Daniel wanted to play and obviously, so did Jack. Suddenly all other thoughts quickly left him as the short friction Jack created inside him had him forgetting everything else.
Daniel spread his legs, wanting more. He gripped the sheets under the pillows and pushed his hips back to meet Jack's excruciatingly slow, short thrusts.
"Jack," he moaned, trying to get Jack to move and he did, pushing deeply, grinding his hips in slow circles. His cock brushed past Daniel's sweet spot, sending shivers through him and curling Daniel's toes. Daniel moaned out a gasp, trying to raise his ass to receive more. Jack slid his arms out from underneath him, letting go of his cock and moving up along his arms; Jack's fingers finding and interlocking with his own. Then Jack pressed his hands into the mattress, pinning him, as his knees spread Daniel's legs wider. Daniel's eyes widened and Jack let out a long growl in his ear as he ground harder, hitting Daniel's sweet spot again, causing more toe-curling.
Jack suddenly bit against his neck, moaning louder and Daniel's cock literally spasmed with pleasure. "You love this, don't you?" Jack whispered, his teeth gently pulling at the back of his ear.
"Yes," Daniel moaned, feeling another shudder pass down to his toes as Jack ground again, his hips circling...and picking up a little speed. Daniel gasped sharply. "Yes."
"I wanted to be the one, Daniel," Jack said, his teeth grazing along the back of Daniel's jaw.
"I know," Daniel panted, moving his hips in time with Jack's.
"But you know why it couldn't be me," Jack moaned again, his voice gravelly and deep.
"I know."
"But I'm here now...pretending...pretending you're tied to the bed and my dick is deep in your ass."
"Oh God, yes," Daniel gasped as Jack ground ever harder.
"You love this, don't you? Tell me you love it when I hold you down," Jack whispered, biting along his neck again.
"Yes, I love it when you hold me down."
"To fuck you slow and deep."
"Oh God, Jack, fuck me slow and deep," Daniel gasped, panting rapidly now, his breathing desperate.
Jack's hips picked up just a little more speed, but only enough to be able to pull back and grind harder while never ceasing his short, deep thrusts. His breathing increased as his mouth fixed on a spot on Daniel's neck and sucked vigorously while he continued his never ceasing rhythm.
Daniel didn't know how much more of this he could take and wanted it faster and harder but at the same time, he loved what Jack was doing. He was suddenly surprised then as Jack's excruciating rhythm made his balls tighten and the mad heat began to travel upward.
"Oh God, Jack, I'm...I'm..."
At his words, Jack ground and thrust harder, faster, never raising his hips more than an inch, keeping to his short strokes as he rubbed Daniel's gland repeatedly. "Yes, yes! Come for me, Daniel, come for me."
Daniel bit down into the sheets and howled as Jack's thrusting made him come hard again, his semen spurting thickly under him in long pulses. Daniel felt a tremor run through him as Jack tensed, his fingers tightening around Daniel's as he clamped down through his own orgasm. Daniel moaned as he felt the hot spurts of Jack's semen filling him, caressing the muscle over the gland, making his body shudder repeatedly. Jack jerked against him, his spasms nearly finished and when they were, he relaxed as he panted against the back of Daniel's neck as he embraced his lover and rolled them to the side. Jack slowly kissed the back of his neck and Daniel didn't think he'd ever felt more love coming from Jack than he had at that moment.
He turned his head toward him, his body still sluggish from his powerful orgasm. "Love you, Jack."
"Love you, too. Where did that orgasm come from?" Jack asked, his breathing still rapid.
"You asking about me or you?"
"Both, I guess."
"I have no idea. I woke up and feeling you next to me...I just..."
"Got very horny?"
"Oh yeah." Daniel smiled and turned more, pulling Jack out of him. They both groaned a little, but neither minded. He faced Jack and kissed him gently, then increased the passion of it as he pulled Jack partially on top of him.
"Very horny," he agreed as he slowly let up on the kiss. Jack smiled down at him, his eyes half-open in post-coital bliss. "I have a question, though," Daniel asked as he drew a finger over Jack's lips.
Jack kissed his finger. "What?"
"How long were you really asleep?"
"You couldn't tell?" Jack teased as he bit and licked Daniel's finger.
Daniel started to pull his finger away but it got trapped instead. "Not until you moaned at me when I got back into bed. Before I went to take a leak, I thought you were asleep. Were you?"
Jack slowly gave him a mischievous grin and bit his finger more. "Nope."
Daniel pulled his finger from Jack's mouth and brought his lips there instead. "Brat," he said, brushing whisper-kisses against Jack's lips. "Can we do that again?"
Jack laughed against his lips. "I said a while back that you were a force of nature. I think I was wrong."
"I'm not?" Daniel pushed out his bottom lip in a mock-pout and Jack gently nipped at it, making Daniel laugh seductively and bite back.
Jack rolled a little more on top of him, biting even more playfully. "No, I think that maybe you're really a black hole and I'm in a hell of a lot of trouble."
Daniel laughed and returned his kisses as he rolled them over onto Jack's back. "You have nooooo idea."