After arriving at Jack's, Daniel became very nervous. There'd been no clutching grope and kiss the moment the door was shut--as Daniel had expected (and maybe hoped for?). He would have done it himself but Jack had moved away the moment they'd gotten inside so that sort of took all the supposed urgency out things. Now, Daniel had no idea what to expect. What did Jack want? A one-off or...more? Daniel couldn't hazard a guess.
He tried to tell himself that he was over-thinking, that all he needed to do was go by what he knew of Jack already. Jack was many things, but easy to guess was not one of them. The one thing Daniel did know for certain, that needed no guesswork whatsoever, was that Jack was loyal to a fault once trust was established. As far as Daniel knew, he was not given to casual affairs. Except for Kynthia and Laira. Their situations had sort of forced their attentions on Jack, so it wasn't as if he had sought them out for any kind of long lasting relationship...or anything.
But Daniel also remembered that both times, Jack had thought he was going to spend the rest of his life, long or short, with them. So, really, he wasn't the sort who had flings. Still, Daniel wasn't positive. There was so much that he still did not know about the 'private' Jack O'Neill. If Kynthia hadn't drugged him, or Laira's planet not been attacked by meteors, would Jack have gone ahead and slept with them?
One thing Daniel did know from personal experience was that Jack was intense and focused when he wanted something. This time, unbelieveably, the focus was on him.
So, what did all this tell Daniel?
Besides wanting to fuck and be fucked by one Jack O'Neill before the night was over with?
That he should take a cue from what had already gone on between them; to let things 'happen', surprise being the order of the day. Jack had certainly surprised the shit out of him, coming to him like that. Making love--okay, it was sex, don't flower it up--in the dressing room was quick and powerful, and as wonderful as that was, Daniel wanted a lot more.
He still felt he was due for a very hard fuck, and couldn't help but hope that Jack would oblige. But there was something more about Jack. For instance, how long had he really been outside his dressing room? Was Jack into watching, just as he was? Daniel had a strange, giddy feeling that he was. And he wanted to test his theory immediately. Especially if what happened between them might not ever happen again. May as well make it memorable.
The problem was where to start. Jack's current actions weren't giving out clues. Aside from moving away from him at the door, Jack hadn't made a move toward him since. He'd asked Daniel to have a seat, had gone to the kitchen to grab a few beers, handed one to Daniel without touching his fingers, and had said he'd be back after he changed.
That had been twenty minutes ago.
Obviously, there was nothing 'romantic' going on. It was almost like an ordinary pizzy night. Sighing, Daniel shifted in his spot on the sofa, leaning back against the high cushioned arm at the end, trying to make his now half-hard dick more comfortable. He looked around, not seeing much difference since the last time he'd been at Jack's. Everything was the same. Except for Jack.
Jack finally appeared, wearing his worn-out lay-about clothes, the grey t-shirt he loved and those dark grey moth-eaten sweat pants. And he was barefoot. Jesus.
"Sorry it took so long," he said, sitting down across from Daniel, choosing to sit the same way, including the folded knee on the couch, back against the arm. He stared at Daniel as he took a sip from his beer and it gave Daniel a chill down his back and a warm jolt through his cock. If Jack didn't move soon, Daniel would start to wonder just what the hell Jack had asked him over for.
"Stop it," Jack quietly said, laying his arm, beer in hand, on the back of the couch.
"Stop what?" Daniel asked, startled.
"Thinking too much."
"Kinda hard not to. I'm...well...nervous. I...don't know what you want."
Jack's eyes darted to Daniel's hand and the barely touched beer in his hand. "I take it you don't want the beer?"
Daniel sighed, thumbing the label while his eyes rested on Jack's. "It's fine. What about what you want?"
"What would you like to do Daniel?"
"You started this, Jack, so the question goes back to you."
Jack abruptly got up and leaned forward across the length of the couch, his hand braced on the back, his beer still in the other. He leaned down and brought his lips to Daniel's in a soft, slow kiss, his tongue more a tease than anything else. Daniel was about to grab him and throw him down when Jack pulled back, a smug, mischevious grin on his face.
"Watch you. Have you watch me. And ask some extremely provocative questions," Jack said, and moved back to his side of the couch.
Daniel growled low in his throat. "Watch what exactly? And what sort of provocative questions?"
Jack shrugged and sipped at his beer, his eyes never leaving Daniel's body, raking over him with obvious want. His lips around the beer bottle were as provocative as the unknown questions he referred to. It sent a shudder through Daniel and made him hard as hell. This night was going to get very interesting.
"Watching?" he asked. "Like the way you're watching me right now?"
Jack let a small smile form as he nodded, swallowing another mouthful of beer and resting the bottle on his leg, moving it back and forth, the bottom of the bottle caressing his inner thigh. His eyes remained on Daniel the entire time, his meaning clear. Watch me.
Daniel swallowed and took a sip of the dark beer. "I have a feeling that watching is going to be very arousing where you're concerned."
"And you as well," Jack sent back, his voice low, seductive. His eyes dropped from Daniel's face and rested on his crotch. He then grinned and looked back into Daniel's eyes. "Nice."
Daniel nodded without realizing what he was nodding to, then shook his head, making Jack chuckle quietly. "You, too," he said, gulping a large mouthful of beer. After swallowing, he suddenly decided to say what was bothering him. "This is quite different from earlier, Jack."
"I know. I didn't want it over with. Earlier...was more a way to take the edge off than anything. I think it worked, don't you?"
Daniel cleared his throat. "I'll say, but it left me wanting a hell of a lot more. You?"
"Definitely." Jack eyed his body, deliberately sticking his tongue out as he took another sip from his bottle.
Daniel sighed and closed his eyes. "I'm suddenly realizing that you are a prick tease, Jack."
Jack snorted a quick laugh. "And you're not?"
Blinking, Daniel shook his head. "Not on purpose. You, on the other hand, are doing that staring thing on purpose."
"What staring thing?" Jack asked coyly, looking no more innocent than he was capable of looking.
Daniel sighed and took another drink. "Okay, fine. So...who asks the questions? You?"
"No, both of us."
"Okay then," and he adjusted himself in his seat, trying to settle more comfortably in the plush cushions. "You first."
Jack gave that smile again. "First question. Why were you jerking off in the gym?"
Daniel coughed when the beer started down the wrong pipe, then cleared his throat several times, extremely annoyed that a blush covered his ears and cheeks. "It, uh, wasn't my first thought, you know, to do that."
"But you did it."
Jack was clearly aroused by the idea. Clearly. Daniel suddenly found himself unable to look away from the prominent bulge in the sweats. Jack had worn them on purpose, damn him.
"Yeah. I um, had all this tension, even after working out, so..." He shrugged then, looking away, at his beer, then slowly...up through his lashes. A tiny smile played at his lips.
Jack returned it. "Tell me about what happened then," he asked, settling back a bit against the arm of the couch. He brought his folded leg up to rest next to the back of the couch. The new position was open, provocative and seductive. And the bottle now caressed the inside of that thigh.
Daniel cleared his throat again, but this time, he wasn't blushing from embarrassment. He was flushed from the excitement that Jack was eliciting in him. He'd been right. This was going to go in very interesting directions. "Um, well, I got done and I thought I was alone. I thought I could relieve some tension. You know how it is?"
"Oh yeah, I know," Jack said, taking another seductive sip of his beer--slowly, his tongue peeking out to guide the beer into his mouth. His lips curled around the lip of the bottle in such a way that Daniel swore Jack could've gone down on that bottle if he'd so wanted to. His cock twitched at the mental picture, which evolved into Jack sucking on something...better.
Taking a deep breath and forcing himself to concentrate on the matter at hand, so to speak, he tilted his head to the right, thinking while he began to explain. "Well, I'm in the dressing room, and...uh....how explicit do you want me to be, Jack?"
Jack gave his face, then his body, a very long look that Daniel, then made a 'give me' gesture with his empty hand. "Give me explicit details," he said quietly, moving the bottle slowly along his thigh as he put emphasis on 'explicit'.
Daniel took a long swipe from the beer, wrinkling his nose. He never liked beer all that much, but at least the dark stuff that Jack drank was okay. He swallowed slowly. "I was, you know, stroking myself, and starting to get into it, when I heard groans coming from the cubicle on my left."
Jack gave him a filthy smile. "Two guys fucking in the cubicle next to you?"
"I didn't make that up, Jack."
"I know. And?"
"I don't think they knew I was there."
Jack shook his head in amusement. "For such a smart guy, Daniel, you can be pretty naïve sometimes."
Daniel frowned at him. "Excuse me?"
"Of course they knew you were there."
"How do--"
"And I'll bet you anything that they ducked in there while you were working out and waited until you heard them. Your jerking off made it hotter."
What? Daniel stared at the man across from him. He was serious. Oh...wow. That was just...holy shit. "Jack, you can't know that."
"Yes, Daniel, I can."
Daniel's eyes widened when he realized that Jack wasn't just serious. He knew. So that meant... "How do you know exactly? Details, Jack. Explicit details."
It was Jack's turn to clear his throat and Daniel was curiously intrigued as well as aroused by the slight flush over Jack's cheekbones. "There are a lot of guys, me included, who get...hard...simply by watching you shower or workout in the gym."
Daniel became even more annoyed with himself as he promptly blushed. How the hell did Jack do this to him? What the hell was he? Fifteen? Shit. "So, um, you're saying that those guys were getting off just by my being there?"
"You were the main event, yep," Jack answered, enjoying the hell out of making Daniel even more embarrassed.
Something suddenly occurred to Daniel and he somehow kept his blushing skin from worsening. "You're...are you saying you...watch me...on purpose?"
Jack grinned ear to ear as Daniel did his famous fish impression. He leaned forward, laughing softly through his nose, then reached out under Daniel's chin and closed his mouth....for the second time that night.
"If you do that again, I'm not shutting it," he said quietly as he sat back. He left the thinly veiled threat open to interpretation.
Daniel kept his mouth closed...for the time being. He sorely tempted to end everything right then and there by diving onto Jack to kiss the man's breath from him.
"So, you got off on what they were doing next to you?" Jack went on.
"You could say that, yeah."
"But you didn't get off."
"Um, no."
"Why not?"
"I was thinking about someone when they came and for some stupid reason, I couldn't...get off." Daniel's tone made it plain just how frustrated he still was from that, despite the orgasm Jack had assisted him with earlier.
"Who were you thinking about?"
He pressed his lips together. "You."
"Me?" Jack straightened a little in surprise.
Daniel smiled smugly, unable to look away at the shocked expression.
"Wow."
"Yeah, that was what I thought when you told me that thing about those guys."
"Yeah, but with you it's understandable. You're gorgeous. Me? Broken down warhorse here."
"You'll never be that."
Daniel said it so adamantly that Jack's face was another picture of surprise. "Thanks."
"You're welcome."
They sat silent a few moments before Jack went on.
"You ever hear guys doing it before?"
"Yes," Daniel drawled, getting hard just listening to Jack's voice asking 'those' questions.
"And?"
"And...what?"
"There's more. I can tell. You like to watch, don't you?"
Daniel shifted again, slouching down a little bit, bringing a leg up, subconsciously mirroring Jack's position. When he realized it, he didn't bother changing it. Their legs were open, crotches exposed, and Daniel's thin trousers would reveal as much as Jack's...which was a lot. There was a definite outline on Jack's groin, showing that he was dressed to the right. It urged Daniel on. He wanted to see if he could make it point north. "When I was on Abydos, I found out that one of my turn-ons was to watch." Daniel could swear that the flush on Jack's face deepened, but the light level in the living room wasn't bright enough, and Jack's tanned face hid most of it. Daniel wondered if he could do something about that, too. "So yes. I got off on watching other guys making out, whatever."
Jack let out a snort. "Making out?"
"Okay, okay. Having sex."
"Jeez, Doctor Jackson. Are you always so formal with your language?"
"Jack..."
"Couldn't you just say they were fucking?"
"Um, no, because that's not all they did." His answer seemed to amuse Jack, and Daniel found that puzzling, but let it go. "Anyway, I used to watch it at least a couple of times a week."
This time, Jack's jaws dropped. "A couple of times a week?"
It was Daniel's turn to laugh as he sat forward and closed Jack's jaw for him, letting his fingers linger, brushing his thumb lightly, quickly, over Jack's bottom lip before he pulled away and sat back.
"It started a few months after I was there. It didn't stop until you threw that tissue box through the gate." He went to explain all that had happened on Abydos.
"You didn't try anything like that back here?" Jack finally asked, his eyes already darkening.
Daniel shrugged. "Not for a while, but eventually, I did."
"What stopped you?"
"The change in atmosphere, trying to get used to the military."
"But there's life off-base."
"No, the guys in clubs don't do a thing for me."
"But?"
"But...once I got used to the base, I discovered that I could get off on watching the guys...here." He paused for a moment, watching the curious look in Jack's eyes, then asked, "So, have you ever watched others?"
"I find it arousing to watch, but I was never really interested in purposely watching anyone...until I met you. I had other ways to get off."
"Like?"
"Having guys watch me instead."
"Oh..." and Daniel blushed, hard, and closed his eyes. Jack was an exhibitionist? He could find no words in response to that.
"So...how about you and me watch each other?" Jack suggested, surprising Daniel into opening his eyes, wide. Jack brought his hand over his groin, slowly rubbing, before slipping his thumb inside the waistband of his sweats. Daniel held his breath, his eyes darkening even more. Jack was initiating something he had no intention of stopping.
Daniel was startled when Jack suddenly stood up and placed his beer on the coffee table. "Be right back. Don't move." A few short minutes later, Jack returned with a hand towel and...a bottle of lube. Daniel got even harder at the thought of using it, making a tiny moaning sound in the back of his throat. Jack sat back down, and never taking his eyes off Daniel's, he slowly removed his t-shirt. Once off, he settled back into the arm cushions, slipped his hands inside his sweats, and slowly slid the material down, over his hips, revealing just how aroused he was.
Daniel found himself frozen--except for the hand that strayed to his cock, rubbing slowly. Jack's face spread into a look of lust and took hold of his cock. It was long, thick, the shaft ruddy in color, with a large, round head almost purple with strain. Come was already leaking as Daniel saw the slit glistening.
Jack slowly stroked himself with one hand, kneading his balls with the other, his eyes never leaving Daniel. "As I said, never interested in watching, until you. Your turn, Daniel."
"What?" Daniel asked, then realized what Jack meant. He was suddenly aware of how over-dressed he was. With a bit of difficulty, due to the strain in the front of his trousers, Daniel stood. Daniel's eyes were unable to look away from Jack's moving hand; from the dusting of hair on his chest; from the glint of metal off the tags he still wore around his neck. He absently kicked off his shoes, then began to slowly remove his clothes.
Slipping his shirt off over his head, he found Jack's eyes on his chest and his nipples peaked in reaction. When he slipped his pants past his hips and Jack could see his erection though the boxers, Jack groaned and squeezed his cock at the base. Daniel started to sit back down, but stopped, his ass facing Jack. With a teasing look over his shoulder, he slid his boxers off an inch at a time, revealing just how even his light golden tan was. Jack groaned a little louder.
When Daniel turned, pushing his boxers over his thighs and letting them drop to his feet, Jack swallowed. Hard.
Over dark auburn pubic hair, Daniel's cock jutted at a 45 degree angle, and was set off by the fact that his balls were shaved. It accentuated the thickness of his cock, showing off the tapered, sloping head that glistened with arousal. Daniel's cock was slightly curved upward, as if it were made for rubbing prostates. Jack couldn't stifle the very loud groan that escaped him.
"God, you're gorgeous," he said, licking his lips and bringing his eyes to Daniel's when Daniel settled back on the couch, relaxing into the soft cushions.
"So're you," Daniel replied. He touched his chest, fingers lingering, almost twitching.
"Stroke yourself, Daniel," Jack asked softly, his voice thick with emotion. Daniel's breathing was increasing rapidly as he gripped just under the head and firmly slid his tightly-formed fist up, over, and down. "Nice," Jack said again.
They stared at each other as their breathing increased, watching each other as fingers touched over their own skin, brushing nipples, caressing pubic hairs. Hips moved slightly, the need to thrust through their fists restrained.
"Yes," Daniel agreed, just as mesmerized by Jack's movements as Jack was with him. Daniel didn't know why he asked, but he heard the words leaving his mouth before he could stop them. "I want to see you come, Jack." His voice was demanding, breathless.
Jack's face flushed and his hand quickened. Closing his eyes, he laid his head back, arching his neck. Knowing that Daniel was watching him gave Jack a bigger charge than ever he'd felt doing this for others. He focused on the smooth stroking of his dick, feeling the surge of heat passing through his belly and into his groin.
Daniel moaned, the sight of Jack jerking off such a turn on that he knew he would come soon. Biting his lip, he increased the movements of his hand and spread his legs as wide as he could while lying on the sofa.
"Jack..." he gasped. "Look at me. I want you to look at me when you come."
Jack raised his head, his face getting more flushed as he took in the sight of Daniel masturbating faster. Both of them moaned together at the sight of each other's bodies, aroused and close to release.
Jack abruptly sat up, hand still on his dick, stroking faster. He leaned forward, kneeling between Daniel's thighs, and braced himself on one arm. Their rapidly moving hands were nearly touching each other. The sight was unbelieveably hot for both of them.
Jack needed more. He needed to touch. "Don't come yet. Let me." Daniel couldn't speak, he was so damned turned on. He only nodded and moved his hand away as Jack's hand replaced his own. He quickly matched the speed and friction of his other hand.
"Ambidextrous," Daniel gasped, smiling. "I'm impressed."
Jack returned the smile and increased the strength and twists of his hands, the pulls now moving more rapidly over both heads, their hips thrusting in unison. Daniel's moans turned high-pitched and strangled as he dug his fingers into the deep, soft cushions of the sofa. His hips were drawn upward, frantically seeking more of the callused friction of Jack's hand.
"Yes," Jack hissed. "I like those sounds you make," and his hands increased to a frantic speed. "Come for me!" Jack urged, his voice loud, harsh, hitching with telling need. "Come on, fuck my hand, come for me!"
Daniel couldn't hold back anymore and bit both lips as he arched his body, tossing his head back and closing his eyes. He let out a long, loud sound as his orgasm shook through him.
"Yes," Jack groaned loudly in surprise as his own orgasm joined Daniel's, their semen spilling over his hands. He gently squeezed both of their cocks until all the pleasure was pulled out of them.
Panting in the aftermath, Daniel opened his eyes and looked at Jack. The man was still. His head arched backward, his breathing tight, and his hands weakly holding both their spent dicks. He raised his head and looked down into Daniel's face.
"That was something else," he said in a weak voice.
"You're telling me," Daniel whispered back, then suddenly pulled Jack on top of him, kissing him with rough passion the moment Jack's weight thrilled his body. "I want more," he said as Jack broke their kiss, biting at his chin.
"Shall we move to more comfortable surroundings or are you fine where you are?"
"Maybe the bedroom would be better for your knees. Besides, I don't think the sofa is big enough."
Jack grinned at him, his breath returning to normal. "I think you're right." Grabbing the towel, Jack wiped his hands off, then carefully stood up from the couch. He bent down and grabbed the lube, then held out his hand. "Come on," he said, inviting Daniel to come with him.
Daniel followed Jack to the bedroom, where Jack tossed the lube onto a pillow, then turned around and yanked Daniel into his embrace, consuming him in a deep, ravenous kiss, tasting him, drinking him, as if he were the last food he'd ever have. They fell onto the large bed, never breaking the kiss and inched along to the center.
Daniel wrapped his legs around Jack's and rolled him over so that he was on top of him, his hands caressing his chest, his arms, down his sides. His tongue busily searched and probed Jack's mouth, enjoying the taste of him, until Jack rolled him back underneath him.
Jack groaned with delight as Daniel pulled him down, grinding up against him, his hands caressing down his back, his firm ass. Then Daniel suddenly rolled them over again, and Jack grabbed hold of his ass, doing the same as Daniel lay over him, continuing the grind. Over and over, they traded positions until...
...they almost fell off the bed. Laughing through the continuing kiss, they broke away and rolled back to the center of the bed, with Daniel ending up on top.
"I can't believe I'm getting hard again," Daniel whispered against Jack's lips.
"Me too, and I'm older. It should take me longer. But with you..." and Jack kissed him deeply once more.
Daniel moaned through the kiss, and began grinding against him again. Breaking off their kiss, he moved down Jack's body, tasting the salty musk of Jack's skin. Sighing with hunger, he quickly took Jack's thickening cock into his mouth, licking and sucking until Jack was hard and throbbing.
"Daniel, Daniel," he whispered, breathless, his fingers threading through Daniel's hair as he spread his legs and gently thrust up.
At the sound of his name, Daniel sucked harder, his hands squeezing Jack's ass, passing a fingertip teasingly over his anus.
"Jesus!"
Pulling his mouth away with a protesting groan from Jack, Daniel inched back up the man's body, shining with sweat, kissing and biting until he reached his lips and kissed him hard, driving his tongue deep into his mouth. Reaching over and grabbing the lube, he poured some into his palm and began coating Jack's dick with it.
"Daniel.." Jack panted, breaking the kiss.
"I want you inside me. Didn't I mention that earlier?" Daniel gasped, rolling them over again and wrapping his legs around Jack's waist.
"No, you skipped that part."
"Oh. Well, I want you inside me."
"You mean...you want me to fuck you?" Jack said, grinning at him.
"God, Jack, what the hell's so funny?" Daniel said, annoyance rising quickly.
"Say it, Daniel," Jack demanded, biting the front of Jack's throat.
Ah. Daniel realized and rolled his eyes. "For cryin' out loud, Jack."
"Say it."
Shaking his head, he gave in. "Fine." Thrusting up hard, Daniel panted, "I want you to fuck me, Jack. I want you to fuck me...just..." thrust "...like..." thrust "...this." One more hard thrust and Jack's fingers were reaching for the lube. Daniel squeezed some onto his fingers and Jack reached between them, stroking over his opening, loving how Daniel shuddered against him.
"Yes, open for me," Jack whispered.
"Jack..." Daniel said demandingly, raising his knees to his chest.
"Shit, that's so hot," Jack told him huskily, and slid a finger slowly inside.
Daniel bit his lip, his moans ceaseless, loud, eyes never leaving Jack's face.
"Like that?" Jack asked, twisting a little before thrusting deep.
Daniel made a noise of assent through his nose. When Jack slipped another finger inside, Daniel gasped. "I'm ready."
"I'm not done," Jack teased, twisting both fingers and finding that certain spot.
Daniel arched, his legs splaying wide. "Fuck!"
"Ah, there it is. I knew you knew that word."
"Jack..." Daniel growled in frustration.
"Say it more often." Jack kept up the caresses, driving Daniel mad.
"Fuck me..."
Jack removed his fingers and positioned his cock. "That's it," he teased. "Ready?" he asked, more than ready himself. He pushed, the head of his cock breaching millimeter by millimeter. "God, tight. You're gonna be so tight."
"Damn it, Jack!" Daniel gasped loudly and slapped the heels of his feet into Jack's buttocks, pulling him down.
"Daniel!" Jack howled, the sudden tight heat around his cock an overwhelming feeling, and he nearly came because of it.
"Yes!" Daniel yelled, arching his head back as Jack filled him. Relaxing as much as his thrumming body would allow, he pulled the remaining bit of Jack into him.
"Jesus," Jack whispered as Daniel ran his hands over his chest, tweaking his nipples, pulling them sharply, before he reached up and grabbed Jack by his hair.
"Fuck me, Jack," he urged before pulling Jack down into a frenzied kiss.
Growling through the kiss, Jack moved into Daniel as deeply as he could, then began to thrust in alternating short and long strokes, keeping the pace slow, trying to draw it out. Daniel bucked upward, trying to increase the strength and depth of Jack's thrusts even as he reached between them to take his cock in hand. He arched his back, dropping head back, exposing more of his throat. Jack hungrily latched on, biting and sucking, leaving large red splotches of color until he latched onto the pulse point, growling.
Daniel raised a knee to his chest with one hand, the other hand busy fisting his cock. "Fuck me hard, please."
Hands clutching the sheet next to Daniel's head, Jack bit down over beating pulse in his neck just as his hips slammed hard, forcing a shout from Daniel.
"Fuck yes!"
Jack did it again and again, pounding into him, deep, hard, increasing his speed until the bed's headboard banged noisily against the wall. "Like it, Daniel?"
"Yes, yes," Daniel replied hoarsely, his free hand releasing his knee to clutch Jack's dog tags just as his entire body went rigid. He inhaled sharply in surprise, shouting, "Jack!" repeatedly as he came hard, semen shooting over his fist in copious spurts, hitting Jack's dog tags as well as his own hand.
Watching that, as well as Daniel's face, drove Jack over the edge. "Yes!" he cried out, bucking his hips in reaction to the hot jets streaming inside Daniel's body. He thought he was coming forever; exquisite torture.
The fluid hit Daniel's gland, forcing him to bite the heel of his hand in order to keep himself from screaming through the shorter, pulsing orgasm. It was so intense that he thrashed back and forth, crying out repeatedly, wanting more and more. "Goddamn it, Jack! Goddamn it!"
Jack slumped down on top of him, whispering, "Yes," over and over as he felt Daniel's body tremble and shake.
A second later, Daniel realized that he held a pleasurable weight--Jack, trembling through his own spasms of pleasure-- and thought it was almost as good as the orgasm itself. He'd always loved the feel of a partner's weight over him, and with Jack, it was even more so.
Neither of them could speak until the afterglow began to fade. Only slightly aware of anything besides each other, they kissed, tongues lazily winding around each other, over their lips, tasting the cooling sweat on their faces. They rolled onto their sides, Daniel unaware that he snuggled into Jack as he pulled the covers over them.
Jack kissed him softly and whispered something into Daniel's ear that the man barely registered before they both drifted off to sleep.
"Love..."