Dedicated to Catspaw
I'd gladly lose me to find you
I'd gladly give up all I got
To catch you I'm gonna run and never stop
I'd pay any price just to win you
Surrender my good life for bad
To find you I'm gonna drown an unsung man
I'd call that a bargain
The best I ever had
"Bargain" ~ The Who
"Jack!" Daniel exclaimed as he quickly ducked opening Jack's front door. The snowball hit the door, just missing his hood-covered head, and ricocheted into the house, skidding across the wooden surface of the foyer floor. Daniel was flicking melted snow from the corner of his eye as Jack walked in behind him and shut the door...sniggering.
"Dick," Daniel cursed at him as he slowly took off his slightly damp coat, stuffed his gloves in the pockets, and hung up the coat.
Meanwhile, Jack was still sniggering as he checked his messages. "Yep, got one of those," he said in an almost inaudible tone. Daniel growled at him and walked up behind him, then reached around front, and slid up under his coat to cup his groin. Jack's hand came down immediately over Daniel's.
"Yes, Jack, I'd certainly say you have one and I'm so thankful for that."
Jack groaned as Daniel rubbed firmly. "Daniel," and he pushed the man gently away. "Don't make me hard, not in this outfit."
Daniel only smiled at him as he made his way into the kitchen with the leftovers from Hammond's combination Christmas party and children's charity event.
He moved out into the living room when he was finished, bringing himself and Jack glasses of cognac. Jack was busy lighting the kindling in the fireplace and doing an excellent job, as always.
"Here, this should warm you up," Daniel said, holding Jack's glass out to him. Jack looked up, smiled gratefully, took a sip, then set it the glass down on the coffee table. Daniel looked up at the mantle as he sipped his own warming liquor and saw where Jack had put their polaroid shots from the party. One polaroid stuck out more than the others. Santa and his 'elves'. Daniel snorted and Jack looked up again, his eyes following to the picture Daniel was looking at. Daniel looked down at him, then back at the picture.
"If we hadn't had such a good time, I'd have been embarrassed to be seen after today." He stared at the photo as Jack snorted in response. The kindling crackled and burnt, working speedily to a good base fire. Jack placed a few split logs over the quickly forming coals, then sat back on the footstool he kept next to hearth. When he would want peace and quiet, Jack loved to sit by the fire and just 'tend' it, letting thoughts float away. They weren't floating away this time, however. In fact, they were fixated on Daniel...and his costume.
Daniel stood staring at the photo, momentarily not noticing that Jack stared at him. In the photo, there was Hammond in the center, large as life in a striking santa costume. Flanking him on both sides were thirteen 'elves': Dr. Janet Fraiser, and SG-1 units 1, 2, and 9. They were dressed in grass-green cotton flannel pants and forest-green v-neck tunics with draw-string ties. Around their waists, wide brown leather belts; on their feet, black vinyl calf-length boots. The vinyl was the worst, in Daniel's opinion, and he'd said as much when they'd put their costumes on earlier that day.
"If it weren't for the large buckle strap over the top, they'd look like rain overboots."
"These aren't the worst, Daniel," Jack had said, and they'd turned to see Teal'c slipping on his brown 'elf' cap. They'd tried very hard not to laugh as the stocking cap end hung over to one side, and jingled. They hadn't laughed, however, when they had had to put the caps on themselves.
The tunics were loose fitting and hung down to mid-thigh on Sam, and a little lower on Janet. The sleeves were three-quarter length, and fit well on Sam and Janet, but on the men, they came down to mid-bicep. It only served to enhance their muscles, so Janet had remarked. The tunics were also more form-fitting and just barely hung over their groins. Except for Teal'c, whose 'attributes' were there for anyone to see. Despite the tightness of his clothes, his outfit somehow made Teal'c look more regal, if that was possible, and it oddly irritated his friends.
The pants themselves could almost be considered tights and Jack was fairly certain that Hammond and Janet hadn't found these 'uniforms' by accident. Hammond's reasons were clear for humiliation. Janet's weren't as pure as that. She'd simply wanted to gape and leer at all the 'hard bodies'. Despite the silliness of the costumes, the men and women did look striking, if only because of their military bearing as they wore them.
Daniel smiled as his eyes ran from one to the other, but fixed on Jack.
"What are you smiling about? I thought you hated these things."
Daniel shrugged. "Oh I do, Jack. They're humiliating to wear in public, but they are comfortable, mostly," and he sniggered remembered Jack's remark about not needing an erection while wearing the pants, "and they do give a slightly romanticized look."
Jack snorted. "I thought you said--"
"Yes, Jack, I still think we all look like rejects from Robin Hood's merry men. Except for the caps."
"Just be glad we didn't have pointy elf shoes," Jack told him and Daniel cringed.
Jack's eyes slid up Daniel's legs to stop for a moment where the tunic neatly covered his groin. He grinned as he thought of something. It would wait. But not for long.
"So...if we're Merry Men, then who's who?"
"Well, I'm certainly not Robin," Daniel argued.
"You fit the type, Daniel, but no, you don't look like a Robin Hood. If anything, Jason does." Daniel laughed, agreeing.
"So...well, Sam looks the best and who said Robin Hood couldn't be female, so I'd make her Robin."
Jack laughed. "And who'd be Lady Marian then?"
Daniel sniggered. "Janet."
"Oh that's evil."
Daniel kept sniggering, deciding to keep silent on that little secret. "Well, I'd say Teal'c was the saracen, as he's the alien with the special weapons skills," and they both nodded, "so that'd make you Little--"
Jack held up his hand. "Watch it. I'm not little."
Daniel guffawed then. "No, certainly not 'little'."
"That's leaves you as Will Scarlet."
"Me? Why?"
Jack eyed him carefully as Daniel stood there, looking somewhat indignant all of a sudden. "Feisty, full of piss and vinegar."
Daniel smiled. "Oh, you can bet your ass on that, Jack."
Jack returned the smile with a sarcastic grin. "'Scuse me, that's John."
"Oh, sorry, John," and Daniel made a mock-bow with his hand over his stomach.
Jack looked at him for a long time, admiring the long legs, and how the tacky looking flannel seemed to strangely enhance the curve of his lover's muscular thighs.
"Jack?" Daniel asked as he looked down at him, watching Jack's eyes roam over him. He looked down at himself, wondering just what it was Jack was looking at that he found so fascinating. "What are you looking at?"
Jack licked his lips, then reached over and grabbed his glass and took a sip, still keeping his eyes running over every square inch of Daniel. Especially in the firelight, the man was fucking gorgeous.
"I'm looking at you. You look so...damn good."
Daniel laughed softly, thinking Jack mad. "I'm wearing an atrocious outfit. How can I look good?"
"Daniel...just looking at you makes me hard."
Daniel didn't laugh at that, but a gentle smile of appreciation appeared on his face. And one of wonder, too. How it was that Jack could see him like that...or get hard for that matter...dressed as he was. But that compliment was...so unexpected but very Jack.
"Thanks."
"I mean it, Daniel. You could be wearing anything and you'd look good to me."
"Oh, and if I were wearing a pink tutu, would I still look good?"
Jack grinned at him and thought about it for a matter of a few seconds. "No, you'd look silly, but you'd still make me hard."
Daniel did laugh then. "That's seriously twisted, Jack O'Neill."
"But part of my charm," Jack said, smiling engagingly now.
Daniel felt himself getting hard. Jack's words were arousing him, seducing him. He was just so perfect that Daniel couldn't help but want him, then and there. Jack suddenly did something that was along those same lines of thought. He reached out and pulled Daniel by his belt so he stood directly in front of him.
"I have an idea."
"I just bet you do," Daniel said, watching Jack take a closer inspection of his groin, which only made him harder.
Jack's hand reached over and unbuckled the belt and tossed it to the floor. The tunic fell loose and Jack lifted it, getting a very good view of the crotch of the tight-fitting pants. Daniel's hard cock was in obvious outline, and in obvious discomfort.
"I see you have an idea, too, Daniel."
"Ye-ah, you could say that," and he hissed as Jack leaned in and brushed his mouth over his closeted cock. Jack slid from his stool to kneel in front of Daniel, then slid his fingers inside the elastic waistband and began to carefully pull them down.
"You look awfully uncomfortable in this, Daniel."
Daniel groaned as his cock was carefully freed. "I am...a bit."
Jack pulled his pants down until they were mid-thigh, then stopped. He removed his own belt, the pushed his own pants down. Daniel started to push his off but Jack stopped him.
"Leave them there for now. Please."
Jack's voice was deep, quiet, and very sexy, and Daniel had no intentions of arguing with him when he sounded like that. It was a very deeply erotic sound which meant that Jack wanted him and wanted him now. Daniel so loved hearing that sound. He inhaled sharply as Jack brought his hands up under his shirt and caressed his abdomen.
"Lift your shirt, Daniel."
Daniel did, just enough to watch Jack lean in and give his abdomen tiny dry kisses, moving ever so slowly toward his cock. Jack moved his hands to hold him at the waist then his mouth moved down and slid along the shaft of his cock. Daniel released a moan, watching the pre-come dot Jack's cheek.
"Jack," Daniel whispered, his own need obvious in his voice. "Jack!!"
Jack suddenly took Daniel into his mouth, sucking furiously, shocking Daniel, surprising Daniel, making him cry out and grasp at his shoulders to hold on as it was very apparent that Jack intended to make him come like this. Daniel loved him for it.
"Jack!....Oh God!" Jack's tongue moved along the shaft and he closed his throat around the glans, trying to get Daniel to come fast. Daniel's mouth dropped open even further than it had as the tight, wet sensation around his cock brought him close. "Jack...fucking hell!" He felt his cock go further into Jack's throat, felt Jack's fingers massage his balls and anus, and when he opened his eyes and saw his Jack watching him as he moved in and out of his mouth...
"Oh God, Jack," he cried, his hips being urged to move. He moved...but only a few strokes and that was all he needed. Jack felt the build up and the tightening and he hummed with approved. "OH MY GOD..." and Daniel came...for what seemed like forever. Jack didn't swallow it, either. He spit the semen out into his hands and Daniel gasped as Jack lubed his rectum with it, then lubed his own cock, even as he went back to sucking Daniel's cock until soft.
Jack then turned Daniel around and had him kneel in front of him. He positioned his cock and pushed, sliding easily once past the first tight muscle.
"Lean back, Daniel," Jack told him, his voice still deep, still wanting. Daniel leaned back...and found Jack's sticky hand under his chin, tilting his head until Jack's mouth found his and his tongue plunged inside. Daniel moaned. Jack moaned. Their bodies moved as one as Jack's cock became completely buried, then Jack began to rock, to undulate his hips. They moved in slow synchronous motion, and Jack's other sticky hand caressed over his skin. His fingers found his nipples, rubbing and gently twisting. Their tongues continued their slow twining, lavishing themselves over their taste, drinking down the other's saliva as they refused to break the kiss.
Jack suddenly did just that, however, as he moved back and lifted Daniel's shirt off of him, then lifted his own. The sweat glistened off their skin, created by both the fire and the fire within, and Jack's hands took Daniel's in his and folded their arms over Daniel's abdomen. Daniel leant against him once again, his head resting on Jack's shoulder, his mouth open, his eyes closed. Jack's eyes and mouth were the same as he revelled in the feeling their bodies created together. He held their arms tightly as he moved his cock deeper now, finally beginning to thrust a little. Daniel moaned with want.
"Jack...you feel so good."
Jack groaned deeply into his ear, then kissed along his jaw. "You're fucking beautiful, Danny. Fucking beautiful."
Daniel moaned in response, then gasped again as Jack's hips moved faster. "Yes, Jack. Fuck me. Come for me."
"Daniel..." and Jack felt himself unable to hold back. He held Daniel more tightly to him as he pumped his hips, the slapping sounds getting louder. Then suddenly, "Daniel!!" and he was coming inside him, long, hot, and thick. Daniel was moaning in his ear, and a shudder was moving through him as Jack's come caressed the sensitive nerves over his prostate. Jack's lips searched out Daniel's and kissed him hard. "I love you, Daniel."
"Love you, too, Jack."
A bedding of blankets, pillows, and new comforters were made in front of the fire and the only light in the living room came from that fire and from the lights on the Christmas tree.
Daniel and Jack lay nude in each others arms, staring into the fire, happy, content. Then Daniel's eyes caught the two red stocking hung to the left of the mantle. He looked up at Jack's face, gaining a puzzled frown.
"What?"
"You hung up the stockings that General Hammond gave us?"
"Yeah, why?"
"I thought you said they were silly."
Jack tried to look nonchalant but failed as Daniel saw the sentimental side of Jack where no one else did. He only grinned at Daniel as Daniel sat up. "You're such a sap, Jack." He started to get up and Jack complained.
"Daniel..."
"I want to see what he put in here," Daniel said, standing and taking the brief steps to the left of the mantle. He peered inside one of them, rooting around.
Jack wasn't listening. His eyes were once again fixated on Daniel's body, only this time, on the ass highlighted so deliciously by the fire and the tree lights. Jack got up on his knees and moved forward, his hands reaching out to grab Daniel by the hips.
Daniel made a snort of laughter. "You should see what the General put in yours, Jack," and he pulled out a toy. Just as he did, he felt Jack's teeth biting gently on one ass cheek and his fist clenched.
Squeeeeeeak!
Jack stopped, mid-bite. "What the hell was...?" and Daniel turned to him, beginning to snigger, and held out a yellow rubber duck, palm-sized. Jack took it, and Daniel, back down to the floor bedding. Settling them back under the covers, and wrapping a leg over Daniel's, Jack sighed with content. "That's better." He then lay the duck on Daniel's chest, making his lover laugh.
Jack so loved that sound. "So...how do you like this Christmas so far?" he asked.
Daniel thought about it for a minute. "I thought last week was the best in six years, but this tops it."
"Last week?"
"When we decorated the tree."
"You've decorated trees before, Daniel."
Daniel went silent for a moment and Jack looked over at him. "Haven't you?"
"No. Not ever. And it was my first time with you. Well not that first time, but the first time doing anything Christmas-like. We've never had a normal Christmas around here until now."
Jack registered that, but more than that, he registered what Daniel had just said. "Never decorated a tree?"
Daniel shook his head. "Not once. Others always did it. I never found it all that thrilling, to tell the truth. Not until you."
"Surely you've celebrated Christmas before, Daniel."
Daniel shook his head. "You know me and traditions, Jack. The only ones I had were the ones I made up myself. None of the people I lived with growing up ever celebrated Christmas the same way and I never spent more than three years with one family." He saw the concern and love in Jack's eyes and he turned on his side, tossing the duck over onto the couch. "I've never cared one way or the other about Christmas, Jack. But you changed all that."
"I did?" Jack asked, still unable to grasp the concept of never having decorated a tree. It meant that a lot of this stuff was new to Daniel. Daniel nodded in answer to his question and Jack held him close. "I can't see that. How weird is it that this place, the SGC, the place you've been for six plus years has become your tradition for you? It's odd, Daniel."
Daniel shook his head.
"What?" Jack asked. Daniel looked at him and suddenly pushed Jack onto his back and kissed the breath out of his lungs. When he pulled back, they were both hard again. Daniel stared down with hungry intensity into Jack's warm, dark eyes and smiled as Jack's hand slid between them to stroke. Daniel bit his lip, then leaned down to brush his lips over Jack's. He then whispered something that made Jack fall in love with him all over again.
"I hate to go all sappy on you, but...Jack, you are my Christmas."