Dressed only in gym shorts and black tee, Daniel was currently scribbling down notes at his kitchen table while his laptop sat in front of him. His interest in the current translation had him distracted when he was supposed to be ready to go elsewhere. Daniel hadn't done it on purpose, and had only meant to write down some notes and check on a few things before going over to Jason's. Unfortunately, he'd completely lost track of time....and also managed to forget that he had the volume turned down on his message machine and the ringer of his phone turned on low. Engrossed in his notes, he didn't even hear the ringing of the phone.
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Getting ready to leave his apartment, Major Jason Coburn rang Daniel's home number and got the machine.
[[...Hey, you've reached me. Leave a message or leave town......your choice, of course....]]
Jason snorted, remembering when Daniel had recorded that greeting. He'd been in an awfully feisty mood that day. The beep sounded, interrupting his thoughts.
"Hey, Daniel, pick up.....Daniel?........Daniel?.......Daaaaaniel........Daaaaaaaaaniel.........Fuckin' A, Daniel, we're supposed to go to Boulder today. Did you forget or what?" Jason stated in exasperation, running a hand over his eyes. "You're in deep dogshit, Daniel, and you know what that means," and he hung up, a wicked grin spreading over his face. He grabbed his coat and keys and got into his truck and started his short drive over to Daniel's. Along the way, he thought about his friendship with Daniel, about how annoying it was sometimes, but over all, how Daniel had proved to be the best friend he'd ever had. It had also been a fluke of some sort that they'd become lovers. His best friend had also become the best lover he'd ever had and it still amazed him that if it hadn't been for that blackout one day, they'd never have gotten together. Well, at least, not then, Jason hoped.
As a result of tightened security three months earlier, all of the lock mechanisms on all non-bulkhead doors had been changed to electronic access. This included all supply rooms. Daniel had a small supply room on level 22 all to himself. It held most of his extra books so it was basically a very small library storeroom with three crammed bookshelf units along the three walls. A space of about three and a half feet square was the only room Daniel had and the only room he needed since he was in there by himself most of the time. The time of the blackout, however, Jason was with him. He'd followed Daniel to the supply room as they'd argued over what they'd be doing that weekend. Jason had wanted to take Daniel to an equestrian show in Denver and show him one of his favorite sports. Daniel had wanted to go to Boulder for some sort of book fair. They were both trying to convince the other, making their cases, issuing point and counterpoints that didn't really need counterpoints - it just gave them an excuse to debate each other.
Jason smiled at the memory of that momentous incident. Daniel, standing on a step stool he'd brought with him, had just handed him some books off the top shelf....
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"Here, make yourself useful," Daniel said, dropping three heavy books into Jason's arms. Jason was knocked a little of balance as a result of the surprise and he'd backed up into the door where it had then latched and locked. No big deal normally; they had their cards.
"Goddamn it, Daniel! Warn a guy," Jason chastised, though not severely, as he pushed himself away from the door.
Daniel gave him a look of apology. "Sorry."
"Bastard," Jason grumbled. Daniel gave him a small smile and was in the middle of handing down another when the lights went out.
"Fuck!" Daniel mumbled and Jason snorted at him.
"Right now?" he said comically.
"Very funny, Jace."
"I thought so," and he sniggered.
They waited for the emergency lighting to come on, and it did, but the small red lamp in the corner of the small room illuminated very little. It only kept them from being in pitch black darkness. Daniel got down carefully from the step stool and passed his access card through the port and nothing happened.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed a little louder and tried again. Nothing. "Fuck!"
Jason sighed. "If we're out of complete power and only battery systems are running, the access ports will all be down. That's the only down side to the technology in the newer security systems of the last twenty years. Loss of power fucks everything up."
Daniel took a big sigh. "I'm hoping it's the Asgard that did this, then the systems should be back online any second now."
"Well, these suckers are heavy so I'm putting them on the floor," Jason remarked as he set down the books and sat down on the step stool. When the seconds passed by, Daniel groaned.
"No Asgard?" Jason asked.
"No!" Daniel said with disgust.
Jason sighed. "It looks like we'll be stuck in here for a while since you didn't leave a note saying where you were going when you left your office."
"I know. It's only four floors up, for chrissakes! It never takes me more than ten minutes...so...I didn't get in the habit of leaving a note. Fuck."
They didn't say it, but they knew that Daniel would probably be missed and get a royal reaming out from one Colonel O'Neill for not leaving a note. In which case, Daniel would use his only defense. Jack never left one...for any reason.
"So, how long do you figure it'll---" A knock came on the door then.
"Hello?"
"Hello!!" Daniel answered back. "We're trapped in here!"
"Dr. Jackson?" Daniel recognized the voice of one of the control room techs.
"Yes, it's Dr. Jackson and Major Coburn," Daniel yelled through the door.
"How long before we get power back?" Jason asked, his 'business voice' coming through loud and clear.
"A main terminal blew, sirs. All I can assume is that it'll take a few hours at best." The tech was quiet for a second, then she told them to hang on, as if they didn't have a choice in the matter, and left. They were quiet for a few long moments then Daniel made a sound of disgust.
"At least Jack will know where I am now." He sighed deeply after that and the sound was so filled with loss that Jason couldn't help but offer him comfort. Jack had been a right bastard for a while, even though he seemed to have softened as of late. Even so, Daniel was left with scars.
"Come here, Daniel," Jason said softly as he stood and pulled him into a hug.
"I'm fine, Jace," Daniel protested with a tone that said he didn't need comfort, even if he hugged him back a little loosely.
"Maybe, Daniel, but you and I both know you're not seeing anyone and you need to get comfort from somewhere. If not me, who?" Jason had meant that only as a statement of friendship, nothing more. Daniel relaxed in his arms and though they both felt only love and friendship, the sexual desire flooded in when Jason felt his own lips pressing against Daniel's high cheekbone. Out of reaction at the intimacy, Jason kissed his cheek. A split second later, they both froze. Daniel had suddenly felt this hot ache pulling through his body, telling him that more than simple friendship had let go. Jason had felt the same thing.
Daniel's arms tightened under Jason's shoulders as he moved his lips very slowly along Jason's face, on their way to his lips. Before they got there, he whispered, "Jace?" in a surprised rhetorical question. He heard Jason's breathing then, felt it along his skin as Jason's lips got closer to his.
"Daniel..." Jason had whispered.
"Ohmygod," Daniel had whispered in astonishment as his desire rose, then their sounds changed from words to moans as they kissed. At first slowly, but rapidly changing to hungry need as they tasted each other, felt the other's strength through their mouths, their bodies.
"Ohmygod," Jason echoed against Daniel's lips as their kiss broke for oxygen need. Their lips brushed over the other as their hold on each other intensified. Each felt the other's trembling breath as their excitement continued to mount.
"Jason, what's going on?" Daniel asked as he refused to let go and instead held onto Jason tighter, brushing his lips over his mouth, sucking in Jason's warm breath.
"I think it's love, Daniel," Jason assumed as he inhaled Daniel's breath, tightening his fingers on Daniel's fatigue jacket.
Daniel looked up into the faint reddish outline of Jason's face, trying to see into his eyes. His glasses were slightly askew. He let go of Jason with one hand and took his glasses off and placed them on the nearest shelf. He still couldn't see very well, but it wasn't necessary. "We love each other already, Jace. It has to be more than that." His now free hand reached up to stroke Jason's cheek.
Jason leaned into his touch. "I don't really care why, Daniel. The attraction must've always been there, between us. I, for one, am grateful." He leaned into Daniel's opening palm, rubbing his cheek there.
"So am I, Jace," Daniel whispered and their kiss resumed, stronger, harder, and more hungry.
Jason found himself slowly leaning back against the bookcase behind him. He gasped as he felt Daniel's hand move down to cup and rub over his erection. He returned the caress, making Daniel moan faster. Daniel suddenly opened his trousers and stuck his hand down his shorts.
"FUCK! Daniel, we can't," he gasped through Daniel's short, hot kisses, but he didn't move Daniel's hand away. Instead, his eyes closed and his hips thrust upward into Daniel's maddening fist.
"Yes, we can, Jace," Daniel said hungrily. "Touch me, Jace," and within seconds his trousers were undone and Jason had a hold of his throbbing cock. He hissed, then began to pant in desperate need as Jason's hand moved and his other slid down the back of his shorts. There wasn't enough room, however and Jason let go of Daniel's cock and shoved their pants and shorts down over their hips.
"Yes," Daniel whispered at the freedom of movement. Seeking Jason's cock again, Daniel kissed him hard as his hand clamped down over Jason's ass, his middle finger slipping between his cheeks.
"Daniel...Daniel..." Jason gasped, his hand stroking faster as his own finger traced over Daniel's rectum.
"God, yes," Daniel gasped quietly, moaning through another kiss. Their fingers penetrated, but only a little. A little was all they needed, however. Their hungry tongues and lips, along with rhythmic moving, did the rest. Long, deep kisses and hard, needy caresses brought each other to quick, intense orgasm, their cries muffled as they bit down into their shirts. They held onto each other for a little while, sharing short, sweet kisses. They cleaned up with the box of tissues Daniel always kept in the room in case of sneezing attacks, then got themselves dressed again.
Daniel never questioned his sudden, enormous desire for Jason; neither did Jason question his for Daniel. They simply let themselves feel...and accept.....
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Jason brought himself out of his thoughtful reflection just as he pulled up to Daniel's. He winced as he got out of the truck, having given himself a raging hard-on for thinking about their first time together.
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Daniel looked back over his shoulder as Jason knocked twice and walked inside. He shook his head and locked the door, then strolled on over to the bureau behind the couch, turned up the volume on the message machine, purposely shot Daniel a glaring dagger as he pressed play. Daniel, meanwhile, winced through the whole playback. Jason dropped his jacket on the floor and walked over to him. Since Daniel was sitting in an armless chair, it was easy enough to straddle his lap. He locked his hands behind Daniel's neck while Daniel tried to give him his puppy dog face. Jason shook his head again.
"You're not dressed, ya bastard," and nuzzled his nose.
"I'm sorry, Jace. I didn't forget....I just...."
"Forgot how time flies when you're having fun?" he finished sarcastically.
Daniel winced again, but tried a charming smile after it. His arms tried to help the situation by wrapping themselves around him, his hands encouraging forgiveness by sliding up his back in a manner that Jason loved. He growled at Daniel, then nipped on his bottom lip.
"You really are in deep shit. You know this don't you?"
"How about we go tomorrow and stay home today?" Daniel offered. Jason sat back and gave him the 'I don't trust you' look.
"In other words, you want to 'work' on your one of two days off," and did not bother to hide his rather keen annoyance from Daniel. He got up off of Daniel's lap, even though Daniel tried to keep him there. Jason didn't say another word.
"Jace..." Daniel said, sounding repentant, but....not. Jason knew it, too. This one was of those annoying times in his relationship with Daniel Jackson. Daniel turned in his chair and watched Jason walk away, disappearing down the hallway. No matter their moods or what was going on, Daniel loved to watch Jason walk away from him, or just walk in front of him. That was good, too. The man had an amazing ass. Turning back around, he stared at the table, then at his computer. "Shit." Hitting the shortcut keys to shut it down, he then folded it down. He absently placed all of his scattered notes in a pile as he tried to think up a way to make it up to....
Was that the sound of a linen sheet being shaken out? He frowned. "Jason...what are you doing?"
Jason came back into view carrying one unfolded sheet and three folded ones. He was currently rolling the unfolded one into a coiled rope.
Not catching on yet, Daniel asked, "Jason, what are you doing with my sheet?"
"Oh, just an idea, Daniel," he said quietly. He gave Daniel a tiny smile as he straddled his lap again, holding the long, king-sized sheet in his hands. Looping it over Daniel's head and down over his arms just above the elbow, Daniel still did not sense anything menacing until two things happened at once. One, Jason crossed and twisted the coiled sheet, and two, Daniel couldn't raise his arms after Jason did that. Jason got up quickly and tied the sheet behind Daniel, pulling it taut.
Daniel still didn't believe he was tied effectively to the chair. "Jason, all I have to do is stand...." and he tried to stand up but he couldn't. "...up." He tried again, nothing. Jason got busy with the next sheet and when it was coiled properly, grabbed hold of Daniel's left ankle.
"Oh no you...DON'T! Jason!" and Daniel tried kicking with his other foot. Jason took the blows to his ribs, hip and thigh as he wrapped Daniel's ankle then tied it to the leg of the chair. Grappling with the other one, he soon had Daniel effectively tied to the kitchen chair. He stood back and appraised his work while he prepared the last sheet.
"Jason..." Daniel began to plead, though he really didn't have the heart to plead. He was half-angry and half-aroused. Not so much angry at Jason for tying him to the chair as he was at himself that he didn't see it coming. As for aroused.....well, duh. Jason wrapped the fourth sheet over the first.
"Just in case," he whispered. He straddled Daniel again, running fingers through his hair while he finally removed his glasses. "Now, you act as if you're tied to your work, so...since we're not at the SGC and I can't chain you to your office desk, you get the chair."
Daniel's bit of anger had him pulling his head away from Jason's fingers, but only because they were arousing him more and...and...well, shouldn't he be angry right now? Um....no. He was aroused. Duhhhhhhhhhhhh. Jason had just touched his groin then with his unseen hand.
"Jace...if you wanted to play, why didn't you just say so and we could've gone tmmmmm," and he was hushed quite effectively as Jason slipped him his tongue. And more tongue. And more of his hand. Jason broke the kiss slowly, gasping a little bit, as was Daniel, then got up, setting his glasses on the counter. He picked up his jacket and hung it up, then reached into an inner pocket and pulled out his knife. He returned to Daniel's lap.
"Daniel...you weren't planning on keeping that shirt, were you?" and before Daniel could answer, Jason carefully, skillfully, cut it to shreds, revealing Daniel's conveniently accessible nipples and abdomen.
Daniel wasn't sure, not completely, but he had a feeling....yep....a big feeling. That had turned him on big time, even if he was already hard. Of course, Jason tearing his shirt off with his hands was even better, but hey ho.
"It was SGC issue, anyway," Daniel said finally. Jason then lowered the knife toward his crotch.
"And these shorts?" he asked as he gave Daniel a lethal grin.
Daniel's eyes widened. "Jason, don't get that thing near my...equipment."
"Shhhhh," and he put a finger to Daniel's mouth. "I won't." With that he expertly ran the knife between the waistband and Daniel's skin. Daniel hissed at the cold feel. Jason made only one cut at the waistband and then put the knife on the table. He knelt in front of Daniel, giving him a sultry look, then with his hands underneath the waistband, he yanked...hard. Daniel gasped, but not from pain. The sound and feel of his shorts ripping made him close his eyes. Unable to remove the shorts from underneath him, Jason left them. They'd catch anything that might...drip...anyway. Jason remained kneeling in front of Daniel and gave him another smile.
"How you doin'?"
Despite the fact that he loved it, and that Jason knew that he did, he said, "I'm sooo going to kill you when you finally untie me."
"Hmmmm, I look forward to it." He leaned forward and ran his tongue up Daniel's inner thigh, making Daniel's cock jump. He smiled as he moved to the other thigh. "Mmmmmmm, good enough to eat," he whispered. He rose up then, leaned over, and gave Daniel another deep kiss, making Daniel squirm in his efforts to touch. Pulling away, he walked behind Daniel and over to the fridge. "Let's see what we have in here. Hmmm, this looks good..."
A can of whipped cream. He also found the tub of creamed honey. Bringing them over and setting them on the table, he went back for two beers. He put Daniel's bottle up to his lips and carefully let him drink....although it was inevitable that some should dribble out of the bottle to run down his chin and neck, which Jason had to dutifully clean up with his tongue.
Dipping his a finger into the honey, he spread a thin line of it along each inner thigh. The line ended at Daniel's groin. Jason followed the line with his tongue.
Daniel closed his eyes, trying to control his breathing, but Jason's tongue was driving him mad. It didn't help that the smell of honey drove him nuts. When the honey was licked clean, Jason followed it with cold, cold whipped cream, which didn't have a chance to melt. Daniel's thighs were becoming a quivering mass of nerves. His cock was so hard he knew he'd come within a minute or so if Jason touched him with his mouth.
Jason sat back and surveyed his work. He smiled. He also noted the state of Daniel's engorged cock. He smiled even more. He turned around and cleared off the table, setting Daniel's work somewhere safe. He stood in front of Daniel then and...stripped. Slowly. Daniel damn near whimpered as he watched Jason reveal more and more skin, and then that lovely, talented cock of his. At last Jason stood naked before him and Daniel didn't have a clue what the man would do next. He didn't really care, either. He loved looking at him.
Jason sat back on the table, taking hold of his throbbing cock. He hissed, then groaned as he stroked himself slowly while Daniel watched. He knew Daniel loved to watch, they both did, but Daniel couldn't stand not being able to touch for too long. He knew his actions now would drive him crazy.
"Jason..." Daniel breathed. Jason reached over and grabbed the whipped cream can, then stood up, straddled Daniel once more but did not sit down. He sprayed some of the cream on the tip of his cock, then held his dick up for Daniel to lick.
"Taste me," he said in a deep tone. Daniel leaned his head down and licked the melting whipped cream off, making Jason hiss. Smiling at getting some of his own back, he licked again, making Jason groan. Jason sprayed more cream, and Daniel took the whole head into his mouth, sliding his tongue underneath and then rubbing over the head. Jason dropped the can of whipped cream, taking Daniel's head in his hands. He was moaning constantly now from Daniel's deliciously effective tongue.
Daniel suddenly pulled away. "Jason untie me."
Shocked at the sudden loss of heat, Jason grabbed his dick. He looked down at Daniel. "I will, but I've got one more thing to do, first."
"Jason," Daniel squirmed, tilting the chair so much that Jason had to reach out to steady it. "I'm serious."
"I know," but Jason didn't untie him. He dropped to his knees instead and resumed his licking of Daniel's thighs, only this time, he he finally slid his tongue across the head of Daniel's cock. Daniel moaned loudly in reaction.
"Yes, yes, don't stop."
Jason continued, running his tongue up and down the shaft, over the head in circles, then taking the head into his mouth to suckle softly, then beginning again with the shaft. He refrained from taking all of him, even though he wanted more than anything to make Daniel come, to feel him squirting down his throat. He moaned at the thought and Daniel tried to thrust up in response, loving the vibration. But...neither of them could take the waiting any more.
"Jason..."
Jason stood up and leaned over, giving him a slow kiss, then knelt down and untied his legs. When he moved behind Daniel, he'd discovered that Daniel damn near had the first sheet's knots untied. He grinned with absolute pride. Those were wicked knots he'd used. He slowly undid the others, knowing full well what would happen when Daniel was released. It was also what he'd been looking forward to as he knew Daniel would go alpha on him; especially because he didn't release him when Daniel had asked.
He moved around then, pulling Daniel gently out of the chair, rubbing on his arms, which had only a little redness on them. Daniel suddenly grabbed him around the waist and kissed him, hard, as he shoved the chair out of his way with his foot. He let Jason go just as suddenly as he'd grabbed him, then bent over and picked up the sheets, uncoiling them....and throwing them back on the floor. He walked over to the kitchen counter and grabbed the nearest bottle of oil; vegetable oil.
"Get on the floor, Jace," he growled, oiling his dick well. Feeling suddenly a bit shaky with want and anticipation, Jason sat down on the mass of rumpled sheets and before he could lay back, Daniel knelt between his legs and pulled him toward him, forcing Jason roughly onto his back. Jason's breath hitched as he felt Daniel's oiled fingers rubbing his anal ring, then pulling his legs over his thighs. "I'm going to fuck you into the next century," he said in another growl, and Jason couldn't help it; he moaned at the sound. Daniel smiled...ferally....then rubbed the head of his dick against Jason's ass, teasing, and just when Jason was about to protest the tease, Daniel pushed inside in one long, easy stroke. Jason arched his back and neck, tossing his head back and crying out in a gasp.
"Daniel!"
Daniel ground into him, then pulled out slowly and rammed home, repeatedly. Repeatedly, Jason cried out. Daniel began to gyrate his hips, making Jason writhe and clutch at the sliding sheets beneath them. His now constant moans were coming in shorter gasps as Daniel sped up his thrusts.
"Oh yeah, you've been wanting this all day, haven't you baby?" he asked, his own panting increasing.
"Yes...Daniel," Jason moaned, his voice and body jerking with each hard thrust.
"You wanted me to fuck you hard, too," Daniel stated, panting faster. His orgasm was approaching fast. "Beg me."
"Fuck me hard, Daniel! Please!"
"Jerk yourself off for me," Daniel ordered as he gripped Jason's thighs tighter....waiting. Jason moved his hand to his dick and began to stroke, pulling hard and squeezing the head. That action, combined with what Daniel's cock was doing meant he was close now. Daniel slammed into him then, jerking his hips upward as he thrust as hard as he could.
"You're so beautiful, Jace! I love fucking you." His slamming thrusts increased in speed suddenly and all conversation was done as Daniel held on and thrust as wildly as he could, rocking them both over the sheet-covered floor. Jason suddenly cried out, his back arching, his ass rising, and his legs spreading to receive Daniel's pounding. His semen spewed from him as he came blindingly hard. Just from watching him, and then feeling him convulse around his dick, Daniel threw his head back and roared as he came...and came. He almost grayed out from the force of his orgasm but the death grip he held on Jason's thighs, as well as his body's jerking spasms, kept him from collapsing.
Jason did collapse, falling back to the floor, exhausted, sated, and still shuddering. Daniel waited a few more seconds, then pulled out and fell forward on top of him. He kissed him tenderly and Jason barely responded, not sure even what year it was. Daniel rolled off of him slightly, pulling some of the sheets up around them, then cradled his head in Jason's shoulder.
Jason suddenly whispered, "These sheets are nice, but the next time you stand me up..." he said.
"I know, Jace," Daniel whispered back. "Next time at your apartment."
Jason smiled sleepily and tightened his arm around him. "It's also where the silk rope is."
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