Jack groans as a tingling wave of electrical current surges from his cock to circle around his balls, thrilling the coarse white hairs on the scrotum to twist and twine, and frizzle and uncoil. Jack arches his back, and plunges deep into the torrid depth of Daniel's ass tunnel, crushing his quivering balls against the perineum. He loves fucking Daniel.  Hard.  And Long. It is the best way he knows to express his love. "Fuuuucking love youuuuu.....Arrrggghhhhhh!" Jack screams. He feels a blitz of currents jet into his lover, electrifying the sweaty body into a galvanized dance of ecstasy.

Jack watched in dismay as Daniel captured his rook.  His mind was on other matters, not the game. "Daniel?" "Yeah, Jack?" "Do you get lonely?"  Jack winced.  It came out sounding so pathetic somehow. Daniel was taken aback.  He placed his knight in the wrong square. "I do, Jack."  He frowned and wondered where Jack was going with this. "Don't you want someone you could love?" Daniel felt his heart leaped out of his throat.  God, if only you knew how much, Daniel cried inside. "No, I don't..." He lied. "Oh.  I do.  And...he's sitting in front of me."

Jack locks the front door.  He walks over to the windows, pulls down the blinds and closes the drapes. He makes his way to the back door and does the same. Not trusting himself, he checks everything once again. He looks around the semidarkness and smiles. He is making a world within his house.  A world where he can spend time to love and be loved. He races up the stairs to find his bedroom in the same state of dimness. A figure is standing by the bed, arms wrapped around himself. Jack's heart swells with love and desire. "Daniel."

"Oh, yeah.  Dance on my fingers, Danny," Jack cooed. A moan. "Hmmm, velvety.  Wet and slick.  Juicy.  But tight and sweet." A groan. "I'm gonna have a grand old time screwing this fine ass tonight." A whimper. "I'm gonna FUCK you. Hard and long." A gasp. "I'm gonna have you squealing like a pig." A weep. "I'm gonna have you huffing and puffing so hard you'll blow down a tree." A snort. "I'm gonna make you hurt, hurting for more.  Want that?" A nod. "Tell me, Danny, tell me what you want." A pant. "Y-your l-love," came a husky sputter.

"Open up, Daniel.  Taste me." Jack touches Daniel's lower lip with the fingers he pulled from his own freshly-fucked ass. Daniel licks them and moans at the tangy and salty taste. The fingers follow the touch into the hot and moist cavern. Jack cups the jaw with his palm as his fingers slide along the tongue, caressing it. Daniel sucks on them, and starts to hum in pleasure. Jack clears his throat to forbid it. Jack runs them all around in the mouth. "Fucking sinful mouth, baby." The fingers plunge deep.   Daniel gags, his tear-filled eyes expressing a deeper love.

Daniel tightens his legs around Jack's waist and shimmies his ass to get Jack deeper into himself. Both groan from the deep-seated pleasure. Jack drapes himself over Daniel, hands stretching along with Daniel's over his head. His face is hovering mere inches above Daniel's. He roams his eyes all over that face, taking in the features he finds so alluring. He stares into the glistening blue eyes, wanting to express what he's feeling. He smiles when he sees the same. Silent messages have been exchanged between the lovers. No more words are necessary as Jack descends on those kiss-swollen lips.

Jack flings the Fat Tire bottle into the pile of shattered glass in the corner. He slumps back into the chair and looks up to the night sky. He wanted to see bright stars to lift his dying heart, but tonight they are dim and few. He peers into the telescope, focusing on one particular shining star, pulsing with enthusiasm and life. "Please," he pleads, "send me somebody to love." He feels himself about to shatter into pieces. "Colonel O'Neill?" "Retired!"  Annoyed that he's interrupted. "I need to bring you in, sir.  It's important.  Has to do with the Stargate."

Mother Fuck! Jack curses as he hears the tire going flat.   He smites the steering wheel.  Hard. Christ!  He just wanted to take a drive and forget everything. Forget that his son is dead. Forget that Sara just served him the divorce papers. Forget that he let go of the one person who understood and was willing to share his pains. He feels his heart clench. He gets out into the heavy rain.  He looks up but the stars are obscured. "Jesus Christ!  Would you please let up already?" he shouts to the sky as tears flow with the rain.

Jack bounces down the hall to an office, whistling with the mirth of a man going to see his lover. He catches his lover with his head down, floppy long hair hiding that loveable face, closely examining an artifact. He smiles with fondness.   His Daniel, hard at work. As usual. He watches as Daniel reaches for his coffee without looking, bringing it to his mouth. Except. There is no coffee.   In a hissy fit, Daniel flings the empty styrofoam cup across the room. Jack smiles and hands him a fresh, hot cup. Daniel looks up and smiles, blue eyes glistening.

Jack heaves a sigh as the last of the Pentagon pencil-pushers file out of the conference room. He rubs his eyes in exhaustion.  It is late afternoon. He wonders where Daniel is, what he is doing at the moment. He wants nothing more than to be with the love of his life. Jack drags himself back to his office. The sight in his office takes his breath away and makes his knees buckle. Daniel has his head rolled back in a chair and is snoring. A plate of lunch is sitting on Jack's desk, with a glass of cranberry juice.

Daniel emits a long moan as the ticklish sensations make his toes curl.   He rolls his naked, damp body back against Jack's, embedding the dick deeper into his ass.   The toilet creaks under their weight.   "Damn it, Daniel!  Be still!" Daniel keeps his head tilted and moans again.   "Oh, my God, this feels so good!" Jack smiles as he continues to circle the opening of Daniel's ear with the swab. He jabs just the cotton part in and out and wriggles it in a circle.   Daniel whimpers and his body shivers. "Jack, oh God!  I'm gonna come!" "Wait up, Danny."

"I think Sam and Pete should tie the knot soon, don't you think, Jack?" Jack's not paying attention; and he has no interest in Carter's love life. "Yes, they should, Daniel.  Now shut the fuck up.  I am concentrating." Daniel lets Jack's irritation brush over him.  He's lost in whimsical fancies. "Do you think that we'll ever be able to tie the knot ourselves?  Do you think the world will ever be accepting?" Jack sighs in defeat.  He leans down and bites on Daniel's right nipple. "Daniel, the only knot I'm interested in tying is this one around your wrists."

Jack rolls off Daniel and onto his back, panting from the exertion of the fuck. He closes his eyes in contentment. "Jack?" "Hmmmm?" "Jack!" "Yeah, Daniel?" "Do you love me?" "Wha-at?"  Jack chokes, clearly taken aback. His heart, which had started to calm down, picks up speed again. Daniel is not looking at him.  He says into the pillow, "I can't do this anymore, Jack.  If you're not in this for love, I'm out of here." Jack cringes. He knows he loves Daniel, but he's scared of where it would take them. Daniel rises. "Daniel, please stay.  I, uh, I..."

"Say 'I do', Daniel,"  Jack pleads. "No!"   "Come on, Daniel.  One more time?" "Jack, I've said it once and I've said it enough." Daniel is getting irritated.  He wants Jack to leave him alone.   The sex was good.  He just wants to roll over and sleep. Jack has other ideas.  He runs his hand feather-light along Daniel's thigh, smiling as the golden hairs rise from the goose flesh. Daniel shivers with pleasure. "Really?  Cuz I can't say it enough.  Now please say it.  Say you do, too." Daniel heaves a long-suffering sigh. "Yes, Jack.  I do.  I love you, too."

Jack opens his eyes to two bright blue orbs gazing at him out of the darkness of the bedroom. He blows air into his lover's face, and Daniel grimaces at the stale breath. "Hey," Jack smiles and whispers huskily. "Hi," Daniel mutters. "Slept good?" "Yeah, you?" "Yep.  Best ever." "Me, too." "Wanna fuck again?" "Later.  Wanna stay like this." "Okay.  Hey, Daniel?" "Yes, Jack?" "I love you," Jack mumbles into the soft hair. "I love you, too.  Mmmm, and I like your taste." "Hmmm, let's stay like this forever.  Wanna love you forever." "I'd like that...Jack?" "Yeah?" "Let's fuck."

He rubbed his chafed wrists. People fucked this way for many different reasons.  Some for love, some for lust; some for security, some to break the tedium.  Some because it excited them, others because it was expected of them.   Him?  He did this mainly to stay sane, to blunt the force of nightmare fodder:  daily stresses, bad decisions, pain he'd suffered, suffering he'd inflicted - things that required acknowledgement, atonement even, from the man, but were best ignored by the colonel.  Penitence, absolution and attempted oblivion in one package.  Sometimes it even worked.    And even when it didn't, Daniel understood.

There is no collective noun for angels. Jack, Catholic boy of previous good standing, knows this. In the past, flippantly enough, he'd coined 'a pinhead of angels'. Father Monaghan wasn't amused. Later, he'd thought up 'a fantasy of angels': but that came from a dark time, when he couldn't believe in much of anything at all. Recently he's considered 'a glow' - not that he thinks Oma is an angel, not exactly - although she did send Daniel back. Then he's laughed at himself because, really, Daniel can be a pain in anyone's ass, which is the more logical explanation.

He couldn't stop himself from smiling.  Actually, not smiling:  it was more smirking, to be honest.  Completely inappropriate in present circumstances, but he couldn't help it -- every time Jack thought of Daniel, lying spread-eagled like that, flat on his back, red faced and gasping -- "Colonel?  Something you wish to share with us?"   "No Sir.  Nothing Sir."  Damn, one 'sir' too many:  Hammond was starting to look suspicious. Jack hastily rearranged his expression and fixed his eyes on his hands, relaxing as he sensed Hammond's gaze shifting away from him.   He really couldn't help himself:  the smirk lay in wait to hijack his face, tugging at the corners of his mouth.  He glanced up briefly:  from across the table, Daniel was looking daggers and Jack realised with an internal wince that Daniel knew exactly what he was thinking about.  Oh great, now he was going to give him hell when the briefing was over. Right, that settled it.  With the kind of snap field decision that his rep was founded on, Jack made up his mind.  Next loop, he'd head Daniel off at the pass.  It was starting to get old anyway, watching Siler dump him on his ass.

There's no-one around to catch Jack as he falls. Time was, Daniel would have done it in his own inimitable style. He'd've filibustered flashbacks into oblivion - or if that failed, given Jack the blowjob to end 'em all and held him in his arms afterwards in perfect understanding. But now there's no one. Carter? God! No chance! She's no Daniel, she's too brittle. Teal'c? No way Jack will look weak in front of him. He's not that close to anyone else. So, he'll do his best to deal, pull himself together, and by God, he'll win out. Yeah. Right.

Soft heat, tight, stroking slow and gentle until he could weep with the intensity of it all.  Eyes looking up at him in such naked openness he didn't know if he'd be able to draw one more breath.  Warm palms stroking over the skin of his legs, urging him to keep going because it was so good neither of them wanted to stop. Frightening and wonderful, painful and delicate all at once.  He felt the spasms begin around him before a sound was uttered and it broke him - threw him over the edge - and then words... "God, I love you!"

"Tell me it stops hurting," Daniel said. "I can't."  Jack held him tighter. "Then tell me I'll survive this."  Daniel wrapped his fists in the back of Jack's shirt. Jack strengthened his hold until he was certain he'd crack a rib in Daniel's chest.  "You won't want to, but you will." "Oh God . . . it hurts!" Daniel wept into the crisp dress uniform shirt beneath his face. "I know," was all Jack could manage.  His throat constricted. "Shau're!" Daniel wailed. "Hang on, Danny," Jack pleaded.  "Just hang on.  I gotcha." "I want her back," Daniel begged.  "Find a way, Jack.  Please!"

Jack's arms closed around him, hand in his hair, heart thumping against his chest.  Strong - Jack was so strong.  And real.  And alive.  Jack was alive. Emotion nearly crushed him.  Relief so forceful it felt like a knife in his soul - Jack was alive.  They all were.  They'd made it. Daniel grinned, his eyes not leaving Jack's face.  Jack had called him . . . Spacemonkey?  Daniel laughed softly, knowing they'd both pay for that one for years.  Sam was there now, but he hugged her absently, still feeling the power of Jack's arms.  He'd find his way back there - and very soon.