Sheep in Wolves Clothing
Daniel fastened his weapon around his waist, then looked at himself in the mirror. "I look ridiculous," he muttered as he fussed with the tight leather shirt he'd been given to wear. He grabbed the supple leather surrounding each inner thigh, tugged down, giving a little wiggle to encourage the rest of the garment to settle a little lower and perhaps, loosen just a tad. It didn't work. Almost ready to leave on their latest mission, Daniel had stopped by his office to clear a few things off his desk first. His eye caught the small blinking light of the interoffice instant messaging system. He clicked on it and saw Jack's name.
JONEILLPENT1: Daniel, you there?
DJACKSONSG1: Yes
JONEILLPENT1: Aren't you supposed to ship out?
DJACKSONSG1: On my way. What's up?
JONEILLPENT1: Heh. Turn on your cam.
DJACKSONSG1: Jack, not now.
JONEILLPENT1: Just for a second.
Daniel sighed and activated the web cam he used for conference calls with other command bases.
DJACKSONSG1: Happy?
JONEILLPENT1: Not quite. Go lean on the book case against the far wall.
Daniel rolled his eyes and did as he was asked. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing," he said, knowing Jack could hear him clearly. He turned and leaned casually against the wooden shelving. "Okay?"
"Perfect," came Jack's perky reply.
Daniel strolled back toward the desk. "Pervert," he mumbled affectionately and clicked off the web cam. "How the hell does he know every single time I wear something like this?"
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The deal with the Lucian Alliance had fallen to pieces faster than a piece of cheap toilet paper in a rain storm. Beaten, bruised and bleeding, Daniel tried to get his bearings after being beamed aboard the Odyssey.
To his left Daniel heard Sam's chilly voice, low enough for only Cameron to hear. "Mary Poppins? I'll Mary fucking Poppins you, Mitchell."
"Head to the infirmary to be checked out. There are some big doings and SG-1 is being reassigned," ordered Colonel Emerson. "I'll brief you as soon as you get checked out."
Daniel shook his head. He was having such a bad day.
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"And he ended up with how many gates?" Jack asked.
"Lots," Daniel said, pulling the covers up around his shoulders and nestling in against his pillow, the phone wedged tightly under his chin. "Lots and lots. He was a very busy little Ba'al."
"You've got some down time coming, don't you?"
"Yeah, we do. We've been strung pretty tight lately. Sam's going to the Gamma site to help with some things there, Teal'c is going to Dakara to consult with Bra'tac. Mitchell's doing . . . something."
"And you?"
"I thought maybe I'd go . . . fishing."
"Yeah?" Jack's smile could be heard through the phone.
"Middle of summer. Be a good time for it. Hot sun, cold water. Fish."
"And . . . ing."
"Lots of 'ing'," Daniel snickered.
"When are you leaving?"
"Day after tomorrow?"
"Okay," Jack said. "Pack the outfit."
Despite the snort of laughter, Daniel could feel himself starting to drift. "Gonna go now."
"Yeah, I can tell. Sleep well and I hope you have fun with all the . . . ing."
"I'm sure I will." Daniel disconnected the line and drifted lazily off to sleep.
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Daniel pushed the door to the cabin open, smiling as he noticed the shutters on the windows were open and the sun shone through with fans in the windows to encourage the cooling breeze to gently waft around the rustically decorated cabin. Then he saw the 8x10 glossy of himself - in the leather outfit - on the kitchen table. "Jack!"
Jack's measured footsteps came through the bedroom. The older man leaned against the door jam. "Daniel," he said, his voice almost a sing-song.
"What's this?" Daniel picked up the picture and held it out accusingly.
"The stuff that fantasies are made of," Jack practically purred while strolling toward Daniel.
"You're a sick bastard," Daniel said with a laugh.
"Just one of the many reasons you're in love with me."
Daniel tossed the picture down on the table with a clatter and grabbed Jack around the neck. "Yes," he agreed, his voice low and husky, "it is."
The kiss was rough and deep, both men wrapping their arms around the other. Daniel's lips clung slightly as he pulled away. His tongue chased the flavor of Jack across his mouth before he opened his eyes to look into the face he knew so well. "Good to see you."
"Yeah," Jack breathed, "you too." He took a few minutes to shamelessly grope his lover. "Unpack later. Come to bed."
Daniel followed Jack into the bedroom, not worrying whether the front door was closed or open. Out here was the one place where they could be free, without the paranoia that constantly bit at their heels back in the real world.
Daniel watched as Jack undressed quickly, shrugging out of his cotton shirt, unfastening his pants and pushing them down his long legs.
Jack turned and sat on the bed, toeing off his tennis shoes. "You're falling a little behind," he mentioned
"Enjoying the view," Daniel said, continuing to watch as Jack pushed himself into the center of the large feather bed.
Jack grinned playfully and spread his legs wide. "Seeing anything you like?"
"I have an item or two I'd like to take a closer look at," Daniel teased back. He pulled his clothes off slowly, letting Jack drink his fill. Daniel wasn't a conceited or arrogant man, but he was fully aware of what the sight of him naked did to and for Jack O'Neill. "I see one of those items is variable in size and hardness."
"It's situationally adjustable," Jack agreed.
"Convenient," Daniel said as he pushed his pants off, kicked out of his sandals, climbed onto the bed and between Jack's legs.
Jack noted the litany of bruises on Daniel's body, but said nothing. They both knew the risks of going through the gate - but he determined that slow and gentle would be the way to go these first few times. He lay quietly, passively, spread out and open to Daniel's intent scrutiny. He could literally feel the man's hungry gaze rake over his groin and his cock, now hard and flat against his stomach. He squirmed a little, wanting to touch himself but not wanting to change the mood that filled the room.
"Show me," Daniel said, his voice a rough whisper.
Jack's breath left him in a small, needy huff as he pulled his legs up and back.
"No," Daniel growled, "really show me."
"Christ, Daniel," Jack groaned. He reached down and around his hips, grabbing his buttocks and pulling them apart.
"More," Daniel panted.
Jack worked his fingers in along the tight muscle of his ass and slowly pulled it apart, exposing the sensitive skin just inside the sphincter. "Do it," he hissed.
Daniel rocked forward on hands and knees and pushed his tongue inside Jack's ass. He looked up and saw Jack's cock buck and twitch against his abdomen. He licked furiously, listening as Jack's begging and pleading took on an ever-more desperate tone. For a very long time he'd known that if he and Jack were restricted to only being able to do one sexual act, this would be it. It drove them both absolutely insane and there were times where just this could push Jack into a rapid orgasm. He was certain that rimming Jack O'Neill was as close to flying as he could get without the plane.
Always cognizant of Jack's back, Daniel pushed Jack's hands aside, replacing them with his own, and rolled him up slightly, gaining a better angle for himself. He felt Jack remove his glasses but didn't look up to see what he did with them - he didn't care - not now.
Jack took hold of his cock, but instead of jerking, he pushed it down, pressing his balls into Daniel's face, smiling when he heard Daniel's happy moan. Inside his body, he could feel the needy pulsing deep inside his ass that always came before Daniel fucked him. This is what he craved every single day while he was sitting behind his desk, bored to tears with mountains of paperwork - this physical release - this complete connection to another person who knew exactly how to do all the things that turned him on and made him crazy. Daniel was, by far, the best lover Jack had ever had and the physical need he had to be like this with him was at times a literal pain in his gut. A cry escaped Jack's throat as Daniel sucked his left nut into his mouth while sliding two fingers deep, deep inside his spit-slicked hole.
"Oh god," Jack panted, his hips bucking in response.
Daniel found his prostate immediately and applied just the right amount of gliding pressure to make Jack rock his hips in strong rhythm. Daniel buried his face into Jack's pumping groin, his nose rubbing firmly against the base of Jack's cock. "Lube," he said, letting Jack's wet balls slide from his mouth. "I need to fuck you." Both men groaned as Jack's ass clenched spasmodically around Daniel's fingers.
Jack reached beside him under the pillow and grabbed the lube, placing it beside his hip within easy reach of Daniel's free hand. "You better hurry," Jack said.
"You close?" Daniel asked, getting up on his knees.
Jack nodded his head and arched his back, trying to get Daniel's fingers even deeper. "Come on," he begged, "please."
"Come for me first," Daniel said.
"Shit," Jack ground out, working himself hard on Daniel's fingers.
"You know how much I like to fuck you after you've come," Daniel purred.
"God, I know," Jack said, a laugh in his voice. "You fucking love it."
Daniel used his fingers expertly, pressing against Jack's prostate hard enough that fluid began to leak from the tip of Jack's cock. "You need this so bad," Daniel cooed, his fingers merciless inside Jack.
"Daniel, dammit please," Jack nearly sobbed. His large hands tugged and rubbed frantically at his cock.
Daniel pushed the fingers of his other hand firmly against Jack's perineum, applying even more pressure to the sensitive gland hidden deep inside his lover, and Jack did his part by pushing down against the base of his cock with his fingers, digging them into that hollow that lay hidden between cock and balls.
Jack let out a strangled yell and Daniel felt the pulse, the one gigantic throb that ripped through Jack's lower body just as fell into the intensity of orgasm. A thick fountain of come boiled up and out of Jack's dick, landing on his stomach, getting in the pubic hair, dribbling down over the shaft and onto Jack's tight-fisted hand. Crooking his fingers, Daniel pushed up hard, literally able to feel Jack's prostate pulse under his fingertips as it forced it's fluid through Jack's cock.
Daniel's dick strained and jerked in sympathetic response, precome dripping down onto his lightly haired thighs. He wiped it up with his fingers. "Here," he said roughly and Jack automatically opened his mouth, sucking the wet digits in, licking and swirling his tongue around to get every last bit of the tangy, bitter fluid. Another spasm passed through Jack's body in reaction.
Withdrawing his fingers slowly, Daniel grabbed the lube, slicked his cock, squirted some gel on Jack's pulsing, reddened hole, lined up, and pushed in. Jack clutched at the sheets, eyes rolling back in his head and his hips giving a few mini-thrusts as Daniel's cock slid home.
"Not gonna take long," Daniel grunted, voice strained.
"Do it," Jack urged, "fuck my ass."
It was not a problem to comply with the request.
A few frantic minutes, a surprising second orgasm from Jack as Daniel's angle of attack did nothing but continue to massage his already sensitized prostate, and Daniel collapsed forward as his climax exploded from him and left him weak and shaking in Jack's arms. "Dammit, Jack," he groaned, "it wasn't supposed to be that fast."
"We both needed it," Jack panted, trying to calm his racing heart. Arms tightened around Daniel's back, fingertips drawing small patterns in the sweat. "At least I know I did."
Daniel rolled them to their sides, arranging Jack carefully against him so his bruises weren't tormented by the inevitable snuggling that always followed their first time when they had a chance to be together.
"You okay?" Jack finally asked.
Daniel nodded. "Bruises. Couple cuts."
"Remind me to kick Mitchell's ass next time I see him."
"He got worse."
"I don't care. He never should have tried that hair-brained scheme."
"The gate disappeared," Daniel said. "We had to try something." He worked his hand down and pressed his fingers behind Jack's balls. Jack tightened his thighs in approval. Daniel began a gentle massage on Jack's perineum. This is what he needed - the ability to give into his flesh, shut off his brain, let himself float on Jack's rampant sexuality. A needy sound escaped him as Jack reached around and pressed one long finger into his ass.
"You're never like this unless you've had a bad time," Jack whispered in understanding. He knew his body was in for a rugged ride during these first few days together - knew Daniel worked off his aggression and stress through sex, or sexual content like this. He was happy to oblige, but he would take it easy on Daniel because the bruises he was sporting were nothing less than spectacular.
"But you're here for me, right?" Daniel asked, closing his eyes and pushing himself back slightly onto Jack's hand.
"You know it," Jack purred. "Whatever you need, long as you need it." The tape currently residing in his duffle bag - the one he'd made of the phone message - could wait for another day for Daniel's opinion. This was more important.
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Sam slammed the hand set of her phone down onto the counter. She heard plastic crack and the small skitter of pieces across the immaculately clean work surface. This was the tenth time she'd called Jack's home phone number and yet all she got was a disconnect message. Where was he? His staff didn't know of any travel plans he'd made and his exec had been most willing to get a message to him, but had not told her where he could be reached. The cell phone number she had for him no longer worked. What was going on?
"Sam, let's go!" Mitchell shouted as he walked down the corridor. "Gamma site's a-waitin'."
"Be right there," she called back pleasantly. Her face, however, was twisted and ugly with rage. "Why didn't you tell me where you were going?" she spat. "You know I need to know where you are. What if something happens? What if I need you?" Her face suddenly went still and her eyes went wide. "Are you avoiding me, Jack? Do you think you can just walk out on what we have together?" She laughed - low and dangerous. "Oh, I don't think so."
Glaring at the broken bits of black plastic that used to be her phone, she stormed off toward the gate room.
~finis~
