Just a Step

<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0><tr> <td valign="top" rowspan="2" width=120 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="01078642egerdp.jpg"> <bR> </td> <td valign="top" height=428 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="00f64643.jpg"> <div> <B>Just a Step</B></div> <div>  <A NAME="just_a_step"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Calligraph421 BT" >Daniel dragged his tongue along the crease just underneath the toes, tickling up between each digit.  Jack writhed and moaned, hand wrapped tightly around his cock, stroking slow and hard.</FONT></div> <bR> <div> Daniel smiled and let the big toe ease into his mouth, sucking rhythmically.</div> <bR> <div> "Jesus Christ," Jack hissed, his hips rocking in time to Daniel's mouth.</div> <bR> <div> Treating the toe much the same way he treated Jack's dick when he had the chance to get that in his mouth, Daniel swirled his tongue over the top, playing with the deformed toenail.  He knew how this had happened.  Iraq.  Jack left that country with no toenails at all.</div> <bR> <div> Pulling his mouth to the long, middle toe, he gave it several deliberate licks underneath.  When he'd first seen Jack's feet, he thought the placement of this particular toe - on both feet - was some sort of birth defect.  Not so - it came from his fanatical love of hockey and wearing tightly laced skates for most of his life.  The toe was bent, crooking outward slightly, and the big toe and the toe on the other side tended to lie somewhat underneath.  Daniel could practical hear the shouts of the crowd, feel the cold from the rink, experience the joy as Jack flew over the ice - just like he would one day fly through the air.</div> <bR> <div> The next two toes were bent and scarred - the result of an errant bullet during an extraction of hostages in some back-water South American country.  Jack had held a small boy in his arms when the shooting broke out.  As he'd curled himself around the child as a shield, bullets had torn through his feet.  He'd run the streets with the child held tightly to his chest until he was back to the rendezvous point.  It was a miracle he'd been able to walk at all.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel curled his tongue sensuously around the pinkie toe, giving it a small nibble.  This one was flat, hardly looking like there was any joint at all - courtesy of a three-year old on his first tricycle who had just discovered the fun of chasing daddy around the house while daddy had no shoes on.</div> <bR> <div> Another long, luxurious lick brought him to the high arch of Jack's foot.  Daniel traced the line back and forth from rough heel to the ball of the foot over and over again until Jack's breath was coming in ragged pants.  He knew the pain Jack experienced every day of his life in the standard issue boots they wore - most of it resulting from the incredibly delicate, high arch he now bathed lovingly with his tongue.</div> <bR> <div> "Awgoddon'tstopdon'tstop," Jack begged, his other hand now rolling his balls roughly.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel dragged his teeth over the pale skin and felt Jack shudder in delight.  There were fine lines here . . . as there were all over Jack's body.  Scars.  Mementos of another prison, another method of wringing information from a soldier who would not break.  Jack had been caned - to the point of splitting the skin and flesh right down to the tendons and muscle.  In the end, it had been Jack who'd led the six men he'd been sent in to rescue to freedom - walking out of Eastern Europe before being picked up over twenty miles away by helicopter.</div> <bR> <div> "So close," Jack ground out, "so close."</div> <bR> <div> Daniel suckled up and across the seemingly too-small ankles and back over the Achilles, the scars from two surgeries crisscrossing at the back.  He sucked and bit gently, then felt Jack go completely still.  Not removing his mouth, he cast his eyes up and watched as Jack came hard and long, balls drawn up tight against the base of his cock, his voice crying out in complete abandon as the shudders wracked his body.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel slicked his cock, eased between Jack's spread legs, moving them up around his waist, and positioned himself.  With a few careful thrusts, he was inside the tight, warm channel which was still twitching with the remnants of Jack's orgasm.  He reveled in the long, low groan from the man beneath him as he stroked deep, the pressure of his passage pressing against Jack's prostate, drawing out the pleasure.</div> <bR> <div> "God, that's so good," Jack breathed, his eyes finally coming open.</div> <bR> <div> Gazes locked and Daniel smiled.</div> <bR> <div> Jack's smile was a little on the dopey side.  "I don't understand what gets you off about my feet, but I sure am glad it does."</div> <bR> <div> "You get me off," Daniel cooed, leaning down for a kiss.  He placed his hands on the back of Jack's thighs, pushing them up, using them for support.  "How's that?"</div> <bR> <div> "If it was any better I'd be dead," Jack purred.  "Oh shit yeah, right there . . . just like that."</div> <bR> <div> Daniel sped up his thrusts, watching Jack's face redden and turn into the familiar grimace of pleasure he got when Daniel was hitting everything just right.</div> <bR> <div> "We gonna do it?" Daniel asked after several long minutes of leisurely thrusting, the slightest amount of teasing in his voice.  "We going for two tonight?"</div> <bR> <div> "Think so," Jack grunted.  "Oh shit . . . shit . . . Daniel, yeah . . . yeah, come on . . ."</div> <bR> <div> "Come on, Jack," Daniel encouraged.  "I can feel how close you are."  Sweat dropped onto Jack's chest and neck.  "I'm right there with ya."</div> <bR> <div> "Come for me, Danny," Jack whispered, craning his neck up to look between their bodies, watch as Daniel's engorged cock slid in and out of him.  "Oh fuck . . . oh fuck . . . fuckfuckfuck . . ."</div> <bR> <div> "That's it," Daniel practically yelled, feeling the contractions begin around his dick, "you come first, Jack.  You first."</div> <bR> <div> Jack arched up into Daniel's thrusts as his body spasmed through another orgasm, Daniel's following only moments behind as he bucked rapidly into Jack's willing, needy body.</div> <bR> <div> When the world stopped spinning and Daniel was able to remember his name, he turned his head into Jack's neck and snorted with laughter.</div> <bR> <div> "What?" Jack croaked, still breathless.</div> <bR> <div> "Look ma, no hands," Daniel laughed, rubbing himself against Jack's come and sweat covered chest.</div> <bR> <div> "You are such a weirdo after sex," Jack chuckled.  "And that shouldn't be possible, ya know."</div> <bR> <div> "Mmm?" Daniel asked as he made himself comfortable atop Jack's body, his cock still buried deeply inside his lover.</div> <bR> <div> "I'm a fifty year old man.  I should be lucky to get one load out of these old, shriveled balls in a week.  Not twice in less than an hour.  And without the use of hands . . . or medicinal aids."</div> <bR> <div> "Complaining?" Daniel asked, circling his hips suggestively.</div> <bR> <div> Jack sucked in a breath and tightened his hold.  "Nope.  Not at all."  He nuzzled Daniel's hair.  "So what is it with my feet?"</div> <bR> <div> "They tell your story," Daniel said, his voice becoming thick and sleepy.  He yawned hugely.  "All about your life."</div> <bR> <div> Jack shook his head.  "Like I said . . .weirdo."  He kissed the soft hair pressed against his face.  "Sleep."</div> <bR> <div> "Gonna dream about you," Daniel murmured.</div> <bR> <div> "I hope so," Jack whispered.  "Last time we fell asleep like this, you fucked me in your sleep."</div> <bR> <div> "Mmmmm," Daniel said, making sure his hips were as close to Jack as they could be.  "That was good . . .really good."</div> <bR> <div> "Love you, Daniel."</div> <bR> <div> "Love ya back," Daniel returned as sleep overtook him.  The dream started almost immediately . . . and it started with Jack walking.</div> <bR> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> ~finis~</div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="mailto:claforce@plotexpo.com" TARGET="_top" TITLE="mailto:claforce@plotexpo.com"><U>Give the author's ego a marshmallow . . . please feed the bear.</U></A></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id3_sg1_slash.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Stargate SG1 Slash Fiction"><U>Back to Fic List</U></A>     <A HREF="id2_directory.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Directory Listing"><U>Back to Directory</U></A></div> </td> <td valign="top" rowspan="2" width=120 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="01178643.jpg"> <bR> </td> </tr><tr> <td valign="top" height=52 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="00f64643.jpg"> <div> <TABLE BORDER="0" CELLPADDING="0" CELLSPACING="0" WIDTH="161" BORDERCOLORLIGHT="#C0C0C0" BORDERCOLORDARK="#808080" FRAME="BOX" RULES="ALL" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" > <tR> <tD VALIGN=CENTER HEIGHT= 45 ><NOBR><div> <IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="39" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" WIDTH="29"></div> </NOBR></tD> <tD VALIGN=TOP><NOBR><div> <A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Plotexpo.com"><U><IMG SRC="0181d270.jpg" border=0 width="29" height="39" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> <tD VALIGN=CENTER WIDTH="15"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="45" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="15" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></tD> <tD VALIGN=CENTER><NOBR><div> <A HREF="id167.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Loose Threads"><U><IMG SRC="017271d0.jpg" border=0 width="39" height="29" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> <tD VALIGN=CENTER><NOBR><div> <A HREF="id169.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Not Exactly"><U><IMG SRC="016271d0.jpg" border=0 width="39" height="29" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> </tR> </TABLE></div> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>