Daniel took a shocked step backwards, his mouth dropping open, his eyes widening. The bastard was standing right in front of him.
Oh god.
He stared back into the familiar eyes, his own reflecting how stunned and embarrassed he was. The color of his skin quickly turned several shades of red. A certain part of his anatomy was already painfully there and Daniel suddenly felt as if he'd been caught jerking off in a schools' lavatory. A girl's lavatory.
"Jack," Daniel said, but it sounded more like a squeak. Dear god, please don't let his voice crack.
Jack smirked at him, staring with a curiously possessive look that Daniel was certain he was misreading. He then felt Jack's fingers under his chin, closing his mouth. The touch was electric and Daniel swallowed. Hard.
"Hey, Daniel," Jack drawled.
"I...um...I was..." Daniel started to say, scrambling to come up with a reason for his state, but stopped, telling himself there was no reason to explain. Even if he was blushing like some schoolgirl, which only made things worse. He was also realizing, with an acuteness of his senses, that his hard cock was jutting against his towel, the roughness of the terry cloth like an abrasive. He winced, glancing down, but froze for a second time, his senses moving into overload. He didn't know how he'd overlooked it but Jack was...wearing nothing but a towel. What?
"Jack?" he asked, his eyes sliding over the man's chest, over those wonderful metal dog tags, and finally resting on his eyes. There was no way Daniel was looking down down. No way.
"Daniel? Cat got your tongue?"
Daniel hastily cleared his throat. "You're in a towel," he managed to say, but his voice was dry, raspy, and did he sound desperate or just in need of water?
"Your powers of observation are good," and Jack grinned again--well, he hadn't stopped, actually--and took a step forward. Daniel automatically took another step back, but Jack took another step, closing the distance. They were inside the dressing room now and without taking his eyes off Daniel, Jack closed the curtain.
Daniel's heart raced as he wondered what the hell Jack was doing, or rather, why he was doing it. He involuntarily took another step back and bumped the back of his calves against the end of the bench. He looked down, stepping to the side, and when he looked back up, there Jack was, up close and...well past personal. Daniel retreated yet another step and smacked into the wall. Nowhere left to go, and his mind screamed at him, "What are you retreating for?"
Jack leaned in provocatively and placed both hands on the wall on either side of his head. Daniel got a better look into his eyes then. The pupils were large, an indication of arousal, and Daniel took the chance. His eyes dropped.
A sudden giddy feeling moved through him like a monsoon, and Daniel had to close his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, Jack's grin had faded a little, but he didn't look disappointed. He looked...well, Daniel wasn't sure but it was very serious.
"Thought I'd join you," Jack said, his voice rougher than normal, "but it appears you're already done."
Daniel had a sudden thought. "Oh god, you weren't..." Oh fuck. "You weren't...next door, were you?" and his eyes motioned to his left.
A question flitted across Jack's features, but he left it unasked. "Nooo. Just thought I'd join your workout, but it appears I'm too late." Jack's voice was getting huskier. "It also appears you also have a little unfinished business there," and he looked down at the tented outline of Daniel's towel.
Daniel's cheeks flushed and he tried to ignore it. "Wha...?"
Jack bent his head a bit, inching closer, his left hand startling Daniel as it reached up to take hold of the side of his face. "My own powers of observation tell me that you have a little unfinished business."
Daniel swallowed again, and that was when it suddenly hit him. Jack was right. He was fucking clueless. It took something like this for him to see that Jack wasn't teasing him. Jack wasn't making fun of him. Jack was coming on to him.
Jack was.
Not one of the guys on base that he usually fucked.
Jack.
Daniel's fingers itched to touch him, and he was about to but Jack moved first, his arm snapping around his waist and yanking Daniel forward. A bark of surprise flew out of Daniel's mouth before he could stop it. Jack's body was so deliciously hard, so enticingly hot. The hand pressed against his lower back sent shudders through his body.
"You were jealous today," Jack accused smugly, leaning down to whisper over his lips.
Daniel's lips opened, wanting to kiss Jack so hard the breath would leave him, but his annoying brain sent words out instead. "Why did you do that to me today? Just to see if I would get jealous?"
"Yes," and then Jack kissed him, hard, aggressive, filled with hunger and lust. Surprised by Jack's answer but not giving a damn, Daniel found himself giving it back, his senses no longer acute but blown through the roof as his tongue swirled around Jack's.
Jack was passionate, loving, demanding, and his hands moved down Daniel's back he pressed their hips harder together. Daniel responded fiercely, fingers lacing tightly through Jack's hair, groaning at the electric shocks sparking between them as their cocks rubbed together.
"Jesus!" Jack whispered harshly as he broke the kiss to bite over Daniel's chin. "I knew it would be intense between us. My god, do you have any idea how how you are?" and he captured his mouth again. Daniel let out a series of moans until they were one long, drawn out sound, his hips moving frantically, thrusting with a need he'd never had a chance to relieve. Absently, he wondered if he were dreaming. And if he were, he never wanted to wake.
.
Growling, Jack broke the kiss and bent to lick a path down the center of Daniel's throat, lingering at the hollow, feeling the quivering response in Daniel's body. "So fucking hot," he whispered, grinding his hips, his cock, against the man he'd been fantasizing about for years.
Daniel's eyes rolled up and closed. He tilted his head back and let Jack consume him. "So're you," he gasped. Hands skimming and massaging, Daniel lifted his leg and coiled his calf behind Jack's knee, his fingers seeking out the firm globes of Jack's ass. Clamping down in a death grip, his body surged forward, dangerous and defiant.
"Jack, I need you," Daniel hissed, trying to hold back but couldn't any longer. He lost control, thrusting madly, more than pleased when Jack met his passion. Succumbing to it, Daniel's muscles vibrating with tension, his entire body shaking as his orgasm took over, shooting semen in pulses over Jack's belly.
"God, Daniel," Jack whispered hoarsely in response, grabbing him with bone-breaking intensity. Trying to hold back the scream that threatened to broadcast their activity, Jack bit into Daniel's neck, sucking as hard as he came.
Trembling, the two of them held onto each other as they recovered, caressing each other through sweat-sticky kisses.
Gaining some composure first, Jack maintained a hold on Daniel as he bent down, retrieved a towel, then wiped himself and Daniel clean.
"Thanks," Daniel replied, and his post-coital look threatened to overwhelm Jack's senses. He was beautifully mussed, with kiss-swollen lips and reddened skin blotches from where he'd bitten and sucked. Jack was hopelessly smitten.
He kissed Daniel again and again, mixing gentler ones with the rougher ones meant to communicate the need for release. "My house, now?"
"Yes..." Daniel sighed, then kissed him deep.
Silently, they got dressed, with Jack wearing civilian clothes. With a look of curiosity, Daniel pointed.
"Were you on your way home?"
"Yes, but I had to check on someone first."
Daniel knew he meant him. Jack followed him to the locker room and waited while Daniel changed into his own civilian clothes. His eyes roamed admiringly over Daniel's sleek, tanned skin and Daniel couldn't help but notice.
"Stop that," he ordered.
Jack gave him that mysterious grin. "You don't like it?"
Daniel turned away, hiding his amusement. "I like it. I like that you watch me."
"I like to watch," came Jack's surprising reply and Daniel shot him an intense look.
"Me, too." He then added, his grin disappearing, "You took an awful big chance coming to me like that." His cheeks flushed a little as he slipped his trousers on and tucked in the shirt. The long-running tension in his belly was gone, but the want for more, for Jack, was still there.
"It was time, Daniel," was all Jack said.
Daniel nodded, feeling his want increasing. He gave Jack a secretive grin. "Did you see who it was who left before you showed up?"
"No," Jack answered, looking a bit distracted. "Was that the reason you were so hard?"
Daniel nodded slowly. "In the room on my left. They were going at it pretty damned good." He finished putting his shoes on, then grabbed his coat.
"Did you watch?" Jack asked him.
Daniel detected a bit of jealousy then. "I didn't have to. The wall practically vibrated off the floor."
"Did they...know you were there?"
"I don't know."
Jack coughed, cleared his throat, then laughed. "So they were responsible for that king-sized hard-on?"
Daniel nodded slowly, his blue eyes sparkling when Jack used the phrase 'king-sized.'
Grinning outrageously, Jack motioned at the door. "Maybe we could...talk about this a little more later?"
"Maybe," Daniel replied, feeling a bit more heat rising at the thought.
"Coming then?" Jack asked and went for the door.
Biting his lip against the obvious reply, Daniel followed.
On to 'Voyeur 3 - Desire Fascination'