Caught

<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>Caught</B></div> <div>  <A NAME="caught"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A></div> <div> Jack got caught staring. He didn't often get caught, but there it was. Daniel looked up at the wrong moment and saw, saw it all, there on his face, in his eyes, everything that Jack had kept so carefully hidden. Jack quickly looked away, feeling sick at having been exposed, his eyes darting around the room, his shoulders tight and tense. Don't ask, Daniel! Just ignore it and move on! </div> <bR> <div> Daniel's quiet, "How long?" made him look back. </div> <bR> <div> "How long what?" Sometimes playing dumb was the best defense, and one Jack used now, a tried and true method of deflection. His eyes flicked around the room, making sure the corridor outside Daniel's office was clear. He so didn't want to have this conversation, but certainly not with an audience. </div> <bR> <div> "Jack," Daniel said gently. "I saw." </div> <bR> <div> "Saw what?" Jack asked casually, refusing to meet Daniel's eyes. He started playing with some of the artifacts littering Daniel's desk. Ha! That usually drove Daniel nuts and should deflect him nicely, keep him from asking, pursuing, pressing Jack for an answer that Jack desperately wanted, yet didn't want, to give. Jack felt his heart hammering against his ribs with fear; fear of disapproval, rejection, dismissal, but most of all fear of acceptance. Daniel was the one person on the planet, hell, possibly in the whole galaxy that could really get under his skin, touch his heart, make him feel again, and the thought of being that open to another human being was terrifying. </div> <bR> <div> Daniel watched him fidget for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of the situation. They'd never acknowledged it, but Daniel had always had a feeling about Jack. Jack always stood close to him, closer than he should, touched and hugged at every opportunity. Daniel couldn't walk out of a room without feeling Jack's gaze on his ass, and yes, he'd even noticed that Jack's eyes dipped to his crotch on occasion, checking him out, assessing. He put down his pen. Now. The time was now. "I saw that look. How long have you wanted me?" </div> <bR> <div> No! Mayday! Mayday! Jack couldn't, wouldn't admit it. Not now, not ever. He'd never let his heart be that vulnerable again. "Since forever," he heard himself saying. Aw crap. There it was, right out there on the table, about as easy to ignore as a pink elephant standing discreetly in the corner. "Look, Daniel, this doesn't have to be a problem." Jack felt a slow flush creep up his cheeks. Dammit! Blushing! Get control of yourself, Jonathan! </div> <bR> <div> Daniel leaned forward slightly and locked his eyes with Jack, refusing to let him look away. "We should probably talk about this." </div> <bR> <div> Jack watched Daniel's expressive face, watched as stubbornness and resolve and yes, anticipation flitted over his beautiful features. Jack swallowed and tore his gaze away, squirming slightly. "Nothing to talk about." </div> <bR> <div> Jack watched out of the corner of his eye as Daniel got up and walked around the desk, over to the door to close and lock it, then toward him. If his heart had been hammering before it was nothing compared to the percussion section going on in his chest now. His eyes were fixed on the floor, but when Daniel stopped in front of his chair his gaze involuntarily drifted up the long legs, past that damned crotch, over his chest, and finally to his eyes. </div> <bR> <div> Daniel leaned forward, putting his hands on the arms of the chair, locking Jack in. "Yes, there are things to talk about. First we'll talk, then we'll do." Daniel licked his lips, and damn if Jack didn't think he was going to kiss him, right then and there. There was too much going on, too much being revealed, and it took Jack's brain a few moments to realize what Daniel had said.</div> <div>  "Do?" he repeated. "Do what?" </div> <bR> <div> Daniel snorted slightly, his lips curving into a smirk. "You know. Do." </div> <bR> <div> Oh! And suddenly Jack did know, and he felt an intense shyness creep over him. God! He couldn't say it out loud, could he? "Daniel," he started, then stopped. How did a guy say this? He was an Air Force Colonel, for cryin' out loud. He'd been a POW, in the field, surrounded by scores of men all his life. Sure, he had some idea of what to do. He'd thought about it, obsessed over it, wanted it so badly he ached with it, but he'd never done it. He took a deep breath and looked up at Daniel. </div> <bR> <div> Daniel watched Jack's face and his smirk faded away. "Jack, have you ever done this before?" </div> <div> "No. Never been worth the risk." </div> <bR> <div> Daniel straightened up and stepped away. He walked a few steps then turned around. "And I'm not worth it." It was a statement. </div> <bR> <div> Jack looked at him, the guy who was his best friend, confidant, the reason he got up in the morning, the reason he fought so damned hard to save the world. His beloved companion. Jack's mind raced. This was it. Did he act like an ass and push Daniel away? Or did he do what he wanted to do, for once in his life, go for it with gusto and maybe end up happy in the process. The chance for happiness won out. "I..." God, how did you say this without sounding like a complete sap? He watched Daniel's body tense, get ready for the rejection. "Yes, you are worth it." Jack stood up and took a few steps toward Daniel, not really getting into his space but moving closer. "You're the reason I do what I do, Daniel. The reason I get up, the reason I fight, the reason for everything. I...didn't want you to know, or maybe I did on some level." Jack reached out and touched Daniel's arm. "I just don't know how to do this." Jack let his hand slide down Daniel's arm. "I've been existing for too long. I..." Jack swallowed. "I'm ready to live again." </div> <bR> <div> Daniel looked at him, searched his eyes and his very soul, then smiled. The kind of smile that seemed to glow from deep within. "I'm glad you're ready. I've been waiting a long time." </div> <bR> <div> Jack looked startled. "You have?" Warmth spread throughout him at the thought. </div> <bR> <div> Daniel nodded. They stared at each other, feeling the pull of anticipation, the thrill of arousal, the promise of the future between them. </div> <bR> <div> "So," Jack finally said, clearing his throat. "What now?" </div> <bR> <div> Daniel laughed, the spell broken. "Well, we can't continue this here." He gestured around his office. </div> <bR> <div> Jack snorted. "No, we can't." </div> <bR> <div> "Tell ya what," Daniel said, casually walking back behind his desk and sitting down. "Why don't we meet later?" </div> <bR> <div> Jack tugged at his shirt, trying to hide his burgeoning erection. </div> <bR> <div> "I saw that." </div> <bR> <div> Jack laughed. "Where do you want to meet?" He felt butterflies deep in his belly at the thought. </div> <div> Daniel looked at him thoughtfully. "Where will you be most comfortable?" </div> <bR> <div> Jack didn't have to think about it. He'd already fantasized about this and knew what he wanted. "Your place," he said immediately. </div> <bR> <div> "Really?" Daniel asked, eyebrows raised. He hadn't expected that. He'd thought Jack would want to be home, in his own place. </div> <bR> <div> "Yeah." Jack got a little uncomfortable again. "My place is just a space. Yours is more ... homey." </div> <bR> <div> Understanding washed through Daniel. Jack's house was neat and clean, had everything he needed, but few personal items. It almost seemed sterile, an environment without emotion. Daniel's house, on the other hand, was filled to the brim with his things, his character and individuality out for all to see. "Okay," he agreed warmly. "Dinner tonight?" </div> <bR> <div> "Agreed," Jack said. He walked to the door and opened it. He stopped and turned to look at the soft blue eyes looking back at him. "I'm looking forward to this, Daniel." </div> <bR> <div> "Me too," Daniel smiled. "See you tonight."</div> <div>  ~~~~~~~~~~ </div> <bR> <div> Jack stood outside Daniel's door and raised his hand to knock for the fifth time. This time his fist actually met with the wood. Christ he was nervous. He took a deep breath and waited. His breath left him in a whoosh when the door opened and he took in the sight of Daniel in full seduction mode. The soft light of candles glowed through his hair, his skin radiated health and vitality. His eyes, not hidden behind glasses, sparkled with warmth, set off by the blue of his shirt. Snug, washed out denim encased his lean legs and slender hips. </div> <bR> <div> "Come on in," Daniel said, stepping aside. </div> <bR> <div> Jack walked in and moved past Daniel to the living room. He took in the set table, the lighting, the chilled bottle of champagne ready to be opened. His skin tingled when he felt Daniel step behind him. </div> <bR> <div> Daniel wrapped his arms around Jack's chest and felt the tension in his body. "Relax," Daniel whispered, then walked to the kitchen to bring out their meal. </div> <bR> <div> Jack snorted a laugh and followed Daniel. "Relax? You're telling me to relax? I'm about to have a dick shoved up my ass. I'm about as far from relaxed as a guy can get." </div> <bR> <div> Daniel looked at him, open mouthed, and started to laugh. Jack couldn't help but feel a little put out by that. Daniel read the difference in body language and stopped immediately. "I'm sorry. Didn't mean to laugh," he apologized. "But it doesn't have to be like that." </div> <bR> <div> Jack was a little stunned to feel disappointment wash through him. "It doesn't?" </div> <bR> <div> "Nope," Daniel said, turning to toss the salad. "No shoving tonight." </div> <bR> <div> "What if I want it?" Shut up, O'Neill! </div> <bR> <div> Daniel handed Jack the salad. "Jack, this isn't about sex, not really, it's about us. If you want me to shove my dick up your ass I'll do it. If you want to neck on the couch all night and go no further, we'll do that. If you want to make love-- and that's what I want-- we'll do that. This isn't about a goal, it's about the journey." </div> <bR> <div> Suddenly Jack felt like an idiot. He'd somehow, probably from watching too much gay porn, thought that it would be immensely different between two men, that there wouldn't be the tenderness and caring there could be with a woman. "Crap, Daniel. I'm not doing this very well, am I?" </div> <bR> <div> "Journey, remember? And there's no right or wrong. You're doing fine. Now go," Daniel pushed Jack toward the table. "Sit. Open the champagne. And relax." </div> <bR> <div> Dinner was incredibly soothing for Jack. He could feel his nervousness bleed away under the onslaught that was Doctor Daniel Jackson. It was warm, comfortable, and very, very right. </div> <bR> <div> They finished eating and Jack started feeling nervous again. Well, nervous wasn't exactly right. He felt anticipation, apprehension, excitement, and a deep, eager longing. </div> <bR> <div> Daniel was feeling it too, but he could see the tension creeping back into Jack's body. That wouldn't do. "Tell you what," he said casually. "Why don't we go soak in the hot tub for a while?" </div> <bR> <div> "Don't have any trunks with me." </div> <bR> <div> Daniel shrugged. "So? We'll do it naked." </div> <bR> <div> Jack's dick gave a lusty twitch at Daniel's casual use of the 'n' word. He nodded and followed Daniel out to the back deck where the hot tub was bubbling away merrily, stopping briefly to grab a second bottle of chilled champagne. He started to lift his shirt over his head then stopped, because Daniel was getting naked and he wanted to watch. First, there was the smooth expanse of skin, Daniel's chest exposed to the night air. Next came his hips, the skin there lighter, almost white, the dark patch of his pubic hair a shadow between his legs, his cock slightly filled, not hard but on its way to aroused. It vaguely registered with Jack that Daniel hadn't been wearing any underwear when suddenly Daniel was right there, in front of him, his hands reaching for Jack's shirt. </div> <bR> <div> "Here," Daniel said. "Let me help." </div> <bR> <div> Oh god. Warm hands. Touching. Caressing. Gliding over his skin, a trail of goosebumps chasing them, trying and failing to catch up. </div> <bR> <div> And they hadn't even kissed yet. </div> <bR> <div> Did men kiss? Jack was sure men did, and felt disappointed that he and Daniel hadn't yet. He'd spent years studying Daniel's mouth. The way his lips looked so soft and full, and could stretch in laughter or purse in displeasure. The way Daniel nibbled them when he was thinking, or licked them when he was nervous. </div> <bR> <div> He felt Daniel lower the zipper to his jeans, helpfully wiggled his hips, and smiled when he heard Daniel catch his breath. Then it was his turn to catch his breath, because after Daniel shoved his pants down past his knees he trailed his fingers up Jack's inner thighs, and it took every ounce of control Jack could muster to not drop on the deck, flop his legs open, and beg Daniel to fuck him. </div> <bR> <div> Somehow Jack ended up in the hot tub, comfortably seated on one of the benches. He expected Daniel to do the same, sit opposite him, and was pleasantly surprised when Daniel stepped in and knelt over his legs, straddling him, wrapped his arms around Jack's neck, then sank down until his ass was firmly pressed into Jack's lap. </div> <bR> <div> "Now," Daniel murmured. "About that necking-all-night thing." And he fitted his lips smoothly over Jack's. </div> <bR> <div> Jack's hands instinctively came up to caress Daniel's back. His lips parted under Daniel's coaxing tongue, and he was lost. The water soothed, and Daniel aroused. The two counterpoints were in direct conflict, yet somehow worked in perfect, exquisite harmony. The water licked his skin while Daniel's hands insisted that his body respond. Daniel sucked under his ear, making Jack tense and shiver, while the water strove to keep him warm and relaxed. </div> <div> Daniel reached for the bottle of champagne, took a large sip, then sealed his lips to Jack's, sharing the effervescent liquid. The sharp feel of the bubbles bursting on his tongue, combined with the soft caress from Daniel's, only heightened the sensations coursing through the rest of Jack's body. </div> <bR> <div> Jack shifted his hips and realized that his erection had grown to full hardness, and was now snugged happily between Daniel's cheeks. The water eased his cock's passage over Daniel's skin when he rocked his hips, but still allowed friction to send jolts of pleasure jarring through him. He moaned, and felt an answering jerk from Daniel's cock, pressed firmly into his stomach. </div> <bR> <div> The champagne was finished, and they were both starting to prune from being submerged for so long. "Bed?" Jack breathed between kisses. Daniel nodded and unfolded himself from Jack's lap. "I envy you your knees," Jack said. </div> <bR> <div> Daniel laughed and kissed him again. "Why don't we go take a quick shower? Wash this chlorine off us?" </div> <bR> <div> Jack nodded in agreement, because if things went the way he planned, he'd be licking every inch of Daniel's skin, and he wanted to taste Daniel, not chemicals. </div> <bR> <div> They lingered in the shower, letting soapy hands glide over wet skin, kissing deeply, letting the anticipation build even further. </div> <bR> <div> Finally, Daniel turned off the water and reached for a fluffy towel. He dried Jack carefully, paying special attention to his upper thighs, lower abdomen, and the crack of his ass. Jack concentrated on it all, letting the sensations of the cotton rubbing over his skin heighten his pleasure. Daniel quickly dried himself and wrapped his arms around Jack, kissing him deeply again. "Are you ready?" he whispered against Jack's lips. </div> <bR> <div> "Yes," Jack breathed, and he realized that he was. The nervousness was gone, replaced by a deep, aching need. </div> <bR> <div> They stretched out on the bed, Jack lying half on Daniel, his fingers tracing the lines of muscle and sinew, loving how Daniel shivered under his touch. He brushed his lips down Daniel's neck, lingering on the pulse point, then lower. He blew cool air over Daniel's nipple, watching it harden to a point, then teased it with his lips and tongue before biting down gently. </div> <bR> <div> Daniel's hips surged up, his red, shiny cock bouncing on his stomach, leaving behind a glistening trail of pre-come. </div> <bR> <div> Jack grinned and moved lower, down to Daniel's groin and breathed him in. Soap was the strongest smell, but underneath it, just below the surface, he smelled Daniel, and his dick twitched with pleasure. Lower now, to the crinkled sac, and Jack risked a long lick. </div> <bR> <div> Daniel gave a strangled groan and Jack looked up, noticing that Daniel's fists were clenching handfuls of bedding. "You like that?" </div> <bR> <div> "I think the question is whether you like it or not," Daniel panted. </div> <bR> <div> "Still experimenting," Jack smirked, and moved his attention to Daniel's cock. Okay, this was different. Jack contemplated the solid organ in front of him. Good length, a bit thick, thicker than Jack had imagined, uncircumcised. He tentatively played with the foreskin, watching it slide over the head, lubricated by a generous amount of pre-come. He flicked his tongue out for his first taste. </div> <bR> <div> The sharp, distinctive taste burst on his tongue, and Jack realized that he recognized it. It wasn't much different from his own taste. His lips closed over the smooth head and he sucked, his hand grasping the shaft firmly. Oh yeah, this was doable. Not nearly as difficult as he'd imagined. Everything was all right there, out in the open, no guessing or rooting around. </div> <bR> <div> Daniel breathed. Slow, deep breaths, breaths designed to help him retain control, because he was losing it, fast. Jack's tongue brushed the underside of his cock and he almost came, right then and there. "Whoa!" He jerked his cock out of Jack's mouth. "Too much," he panted. </div> <bR> <div> "What? You don't want to come yet?" Jack teased as he made his way back up to Daniel's mouth, feeling insanely pleased with himself. </div> <bR> <div> Daniel wrapped his arms around Jack and rolled them over so that Jack was on his back. "I want to come inside you, if that's okay," he whispered before kissing Jack. A nice, slow, toe-curling, spine-tingling kiss. </div> <bR> <div> Jack's whole body shivered. God. It was going to happen. </div> <bR> <div> Daniel pulled back, cupped Jack's face tenderly and looked at him. "Only if you want to. Journey, remember?" </div> <bR> <div> "Yesssss," Jack whispered. Because he did want it. He wanted the connection, the intimacy, the bond that penetrative sex made between two people. He pulled Daniel down into another kiss. "I want that, Daniel." He kissed Daniel again. "I want you." </div> <bR> <div> "Thank god," Daniel laughed, and moved down to nuzzle Jack's neck, then further down. </div> <div> Jack was awash in sensation. Daniel teased his nipples until they were hard and aching, then moved lower, over Jack's quivering stomach, licking and nibbling his way lower still to Jack's straining erection. Every lick, breath, bite was calculated to arouse, and goddamn if it wasn't working, because Jack was thrumming with need and want. </div> <bR> <div> Jack heard a pop and opened his eyes. When had Daniel grabbed lube? He watched while Daniel squirted a small amount onto his fingers, and groaned deeply when he felt slick hands encircle his erection. Daniel gave a few strokes, coating his cock completely, then grasped the base firmly with one hand and cupped the head with the other. He curled his fingers so that the pads were resting around the corona, and twisted. </div> <bR> <div> "Fuck!" Jack gasped, his hips jerking with pleasure. Just as he was building toward orgasm, Daniel changed his tactics. Now those hands were sweeping over his dick, one long, excruciatingly slow, continuous stroke up, hand over hand, a continuous glide of sensation. </div> <div> But not enough to make him come. </div> <bR> <div> "Daniel!" Jack begged. </div> <bR> <div> "Not yet," Daniel murmured. "We've still got a ways to go." </div> <bR> <div> Jack groaned, loving and hating Daniel at the same time. "This is gonna kill me." </div> <bR> <div> Daniel laughed lightly and let go of Jack's cock. "Turn over," he said, and slapped Jack's hip. </div> <div> Jack's body moved before he could think about it, and he was on his stomach, his legs spread, eager for the next wave of pleasure. When had he become so wanton? He'd always been more controlled than this. But this was Daniel, and things between them were so different from anything he'd had with anyone else. Of course sex would be different, deeper, safer, more there. For the first time in his life Jack felt that maybe he could let go, truly and completely be in the moment. </div> <bR> <div> His body shivered when Daniel kissed between his shoulder blades and started moving down his back, circling his tongue and sucking on every knob of his spine. Then Daniel was kissing his ass cheeks and he felt himself tense. He'd never let anyone touch him there, at least not for pleasure, and a wave of shyness washed over him, because this was one place he didn't share, not with anyone. His plan was to power through it, kick his reserve in the teeth and just go for it. He took a deep breath and squashed his shyness down firmly. He could freak out about it later. He gripped the pillow firmly and buried his face into it. </div> <bR> <div> Daniel felt Jack tense up. He'd been expecting it to happen and had formulated a plan. Jack had one last barrier to break. They would be okay if that barrier never crumbled, but Daniel didn't want to settle. He wanted Jack, all of him. </div> <bR> <div> Every little last bit. </div> <bR> <div> He parted Jack's cheeks and blew a warm breath on Jack's opening until it twitched, then he leaned forward and gave a long, slow lick from perineum to tailbone, giving Jack a brief preview of the pleasure to come. He moved his fingers to Jack's hole and circled lightly, then tugged gently on a few of the hairs there. "Jack, I'd like to do something." </div> <bR> <div> Jack turned his head and looked at Daniel. "What?" </div> <bR> <div> "I'd like to shave you." Daniel tugged again and Jack felt the barest hint of pain. "Sometimes these hairs get yanked, and I don't want it to hurt." </div> <bR> <div> Hair? They were talking about hair? Jack felt an embarrassed flush creep over him. </div> <bR> <div> "Everyone has hair here," Daniel reassured him in a matter-of-fact voice. He let his voice turn seductive. "Will you let me shave you?" </div> <bR> <div> Jack hesitated for a brief moment. "Sure," he said with a nonchalance he didn't quite feel. He felt Daniel get off the bed and he was alone with his racing mind. This was getting ... intimate, and that scared Jack, because intimate involved his heart, not just his body. And yes, he'd wanted that, still did, but ... </div> <bR> <div> Daniel returned and set his tools on the nightstand, then crawled on the bed and laid over Jack, grounding him, chest to back, groin to hip. He kissed the nape of Jack's neck. "You okay?" </div> <bR> <div> "Yeah ... just a little freaked." Jack admitted. </div> <bR> <div> "Want to stop?" </div> <bR> <div> "No!" And Jack realized it was true. </div> <bR> <div> "You're shaking," Daniel kissed between Jack's shoulder blades. "You're safe, you know that, right? Safe with me?" </div> <bR> <div> "Yes," Jack nodded. Daniel slid down, nuzzling his way lower. He kissed the small of Jack's back then knelt to the side. "Lift up." </div> <bR> <div> Jack groaned and lifted his hips, letting Daniel spread a towel underneath him, then he collapsed back down, striving to keep his breathing even. </div> <bR> <div> "Spread your legs for me," Daniel said, and groaned when Jack complied. "You're so beautiful like this, Jack." </div> <bR> <div> Jack snorted. "Yeah, me with my hairy ass sticking up." </div> <bR> <div> "It'll be a little less hairy in a minute," Daniel purred. He puffed an amount of shaving cream onto his hand and reached with the other to caress Jack's buttocks before parting them and rubbing the foam in. </div> <bR> <div> Jack felt a crushing wave of vulnerability crash over him at the first touch of the razor. Here he was, spread out, letting a guy touch him, in a way he'd never been touched before. His body tensed and he struggled to keep his breathing even and steady. The touches of the razor were light and steady, stroking over his hole, Daniel murmuring to him the whole time. Something inside of him let loose, like a dam breaking. Emotion washed over him. He wanted this, wanted the vulnerability and intimacy this kind of act brought. It was what had been missing from his life all along. He relaxed completely, in a rush of breath, going boneless, sinking into the mattress, giving himself fully to Daniel. </div> <bR> <div> "Do you feel it, Jack?" Daniel asked, continuing with light strokes of the blade. "This thing between us?" </div> <bR> <div> "Yes," Jack breathed. The stroking touches over his sensitive hole were arousing him again. "God, Daniel. This is so... . " His voice broke. </div> <bR> <div> "I know," Daniel said, and job finished, used a warm, wet towel to clean Jack off. He shuffled around until he was lying between Jack's spread legs, parted his cheeks and took a long, slow lick. "This is so sexy, Jack." </div> <bR> <div> "Have a kink about shaving, do you?" </div> <bR> <div> "Like you wouldn't believe," Daniel answered reverently, then dove in with gusto, tonguing and licking, biting and nibbling, until he finally couldn't tease any longer and plunged his tongue in as deeply as it would go. </div> <bR> <div> Jack's hips surged and he shouted at the feeling of penetration. It felt so much better than he'd imagined, his entire being focused on the sensations rippling through the sensitive area, his cock hard and throbbing, his balls drawn up in a tight ache. </div> <bR> <div> Jack was going slowly insane. Every flick of Daniel's tongue spiked through him, every suck made his toes curl, every nip made his fingertips tingle. Then Daniel added slick fingers, stretching and stroking, and god, that just added to it, made the sensations stronger, better, deeper. </div> <bR> <div> Finally Daniel stopped licking, but kept his fingers deep inside. "On your knees, O'Neill," he growled. </div> <bR> <div> Jack felt the fullness of Daniel's fingers shift inside him as he rose up. "Aw shit!" Something inside had been touched, rubbed, and tingles raced through him. </div> <bR> <div> "You like that, Jack?" Daniel asked, then brushed his fingers over the lump again. </div> <bR> <div> "Hell yeah!" Jack breathed, circling his hips ever so slightly. </div> <bR> <div> "Light?" Daniel barely grazed over the gland. "Or harder?" Another rub, firmer this time. </div> <bR> <div> "Harder," Jack panted. </div> <bR> <div> "Okay, would more be better or is that about right?" He rubbed another firm circle over Jack's prostate. </div> <bR> <div> "About right," Jack groaned. </div> <bR> <div> Daniel kept it up, the slow stimulation, until Jack's cock was jutting out and his hips were humping forward involuntarily. He slicked up his cock with his free hand and shuffled closer, then pulled his fingers out and pressed up against Jack's entrance, not attempting to penetrate yet, just in contact. He leaned over Jack's back, kissing his nape, then brushed his lips over Jack's ear. "Open for me, Jack," he whispered. </div> <bR> <div> Jack instinctively bore down, and Daniel felt him start to dilate. He knelt back up, grasped Jack's hips to help steady him, and pushed, keeping a steady forward pressure. </div> <bR> <div> Burning, stretching, but no pain. A part of Jack was surprised at that, but the majority of his focus was on feeling, not analyzing. He felt the slide through his sphincter, the fullness, the connection between him and Daniel. </div> <bR> <div> Daniel's cock pulsed with pleasure. "Shit, Jack!" he gasped. Tight, wet, and oh god, he could feel every movement, every muscle twitch around his cock. He closed his eyes, because watching was too much stimulation, and he didn't want it to be over before it had really begun. He kept pressing forward with his hips, letting the tension inside Jack's body guide him. </div> <bR> <div> Jack felt Daniel's groin snug up against his ass and he let his head drop between his arms. He breathed deeply, then clenched. Daniel's answering hitch of breath had him asking, "Feel good?" </div> <bR> <div> "Perfect," Daniel answered, breathing harshly. "God, Jack, it's perfect." He leaned over Jack's back again, his groin snugged tight, and wrapped his arms around Jack's chest. He knelt back on his heels, pulling Jack with him until he was nestled firmly in his lap. They stayed like that for a long moment until Jack reached over his shoulder and stroked lovingly down Daniel's cheek. </div> <bR> <div> "You okay?" </div> <bR> <div> Daniel snorted a laugh and buried his face in Jack's neck. "Just fighting like hell not to come yet. You?" </div> <bR> <div> "I'll be better when you move." Jack's hips gave a little twist, making Daniel groan and hold Jack tighter. "C'mon, Daniel!" Jack urged. </div> <bR> <div> Daniel ghosted his hands over Jack's chest and abdomen, rolling his hips at the same time, not thrusting but moving, coaxing, urging Jack to respond. His hands drifted lower and he realized with a flush of pleasure that Jack was still hard. Not nearly as hard as he'd been, but he wasn't limp, either. He reached one hand down to cradle Jack's balls, and ghosted the fingers of the other up Jack's inner thigh. Oh yeah, definite filling going on now. He kept a soft hold on Jack's balls and stroked the shaft with his thumb, mouthing Jack's neck at the same time, wanting Jack fully aroused when the fucking started in earnest. </div> <bR> <div> When he felt Jack start to sweat, felt his balls heavy in his hand, felt Jack quiver around him, he knew it was time. He held Jack close and knelt up off his heels. The hand holding Jack's balls bound the loose flesh forward, making Jack's cock jut out. The other hand encircled the head again. "Hang on," he murmured, pulled out, and thrust. </div> <bR> <div> "Fuckfuckfuck," Jack gasped. Those deep tingles inside again, the stimulation of the head of his cock, the satiny glide past the newly shaved area. It was overwhelming. All thought fled and Jack became sensation. The only thing he knew was the buildup happening at the base of his spine, the heat deep down in his belly, the electric currents that raced from his groin to his head and made his toes curl. He barely had enough presence of mind to gasp, "Daniel! I can't hold back." </div> <bR> <div> "Don't," Daniel ordered, twisting the hand holding Jack's cockhead and rolling his hips. "Come for me, Jack." </div> <bR> <div> And Jack did, in long pulses of pleasure, his hips straining forward, the tendons of his neck prominent, every muscle straining toward completion. </div> <bR> <div> Daniel managed to hang on long enough for Jack to finish, until Jack's balls had stopped contracting, then he curled his arm up over Jack's chest, held him tight, and let go, his cock buried deep inside, answering Jack's unrelenting shudders with his own. </div> <bR> <div> He couldn't hold on any longer, his arms didn't have the strength, so when Jack slithered down toward the mattress Daniel went with him, lying over his back, mouthing the back of his neck, both of them panting and gasping through the aftershocks. </div> <bR> <div> Daniel pulled out and slid to the side, smiling when Jack turned to him. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, nuzzling and caressing each other through the afterglow. </div> <bR> <div> "I'm glad I caught that look," Daniel said, kissing Jack softly. </div> <bR> <div> "Think I can catch you next time?" Jack asked, pushing his groin into Daniel's hip. </div> <bR> <div> Daniel laughed. 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