Hot Summer Nights

<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>Hot Summer Nights</B></div> <div>  <A NAME="hot_summer_nights"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A></div> <div> The air settled thick and heavy over the city.  Daniel stood on his balcony, looking out at the night.  Flashes of lightning in the distance let him know the storms were on their way, the increase in humidity clinging like a film to his skin.  He'd taken a cool shower, hoping to shed the stickiness, but it was back.</div> <bR> <div> He was antsy.  Restless.  Couldn't concentrate on any one thing.</div> <bR> <div> The ringing of the phone disturbed him and he reached to the small table beside him and picked up the hand set.</div> <bR> <div> "Hello?"</div> <bR> <div> "How's the new digs?"</div> <bR> <div> Daniel huffed a small laugh.  "No different than when you left an hour ago."</div> <bR> <div> "All your stuff put away?"</div> <bR> <div> "Most of it.  Some stuff left to hang on the walls.  I'll do that tomorrow."</div> <bR> <div> "Where the hell did you get that piano from, anyway?"</div> <bR> <div> "It was a gift."  He lowered himself into the chaise lounge in the corner of his deck.</div> <bR> <div> "Manager get that a/c unit fixed?"</div> <bR> <div> "He'll be by in the morning."</div> <bR> <div> "Gonna be shitty to sleep tonight.  I've got some box fans if you want 'em."</div> <bR> <div> "Do ya?  I could probably use one tonight.  I'm not used to this humidity."</div> <bR> <div> "It is a bit moist out."</div> <bR> <div> "I'll head over . . ."</div> <bR> <div> "Nah, that's okay.  I'll come by.  They're out in the garage - somewhere.  I need to find them first."  Jack paused for a moment.  "My a/c's working - if you want you can come on over here."</div> <bR> <div> "What, and miss the first night in that new bed?  Not a chance.  I'll be up for quite awhile.  Feel free to come over late if you need to."</div> <bR> <div> "Alright.  Need anything?  I can stop on the way."</div> <bR> <div> "No, I'm good.  Sam stocked me up pretty well."</div> <bR> <div> "She is thorough," Jack deadpanned.  "I'll see you in a bit."</div> <bR> <div> "Bye."</div> <bR> <div> Daniel hung up and then sat looking at the phone.</div> <bR> <div> Butterflies.</div> <bR> <div> He had butterflies in his stomach.  Big ones.  Happened every time he dealt with Jack outside of work.</div> <bR> <div> At the Mountain, it was one thing.  Daniel wanted to knock that particular incarnation of Jack in the head on a regular basis.  Obstinate.  Ornery.  Unyielding.  The brave and selfless parts were pretty much drowned out by the whining and grating aspects.  Daniel smirked.</div> <bR> <div> When they were home - just ordinary citizens - Jack was enough to make Daniel sweat even when the weather wasn't stifling.  Funny.  Sarcastic.  Flirty.  The man would flirt with a neighborhood dog if he thought it would help get what he wanted.  Generous.  Relaxed.  Sexy.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel shook his head and scratched absently at his bare chest.  While it was true that he had never *done* anything with another man, it didn't mean he hadn't *wanted* to.  He'd practically thrown himself at his psychology professor; and the guy in physics lab; and his high school locker partner in his freshman year.  Women got the hint that he wanted to get laid . . . why didn't the guys?</div> <bR> <div> His mind went to Sha're and he smiled sadly.  She was out there - somewhere.  But she wasn't his wife any longer.  As much as he hated it, he would never be able to look at her and not think about what had happened to her, who had touched her, what she'd been forced to do.  He loved her, he always would, but to think of being with her as husband and wife . . . his gut roiled in disgust.  He wouldn't be able to do it.  He'd die if he had to in trying to find her and free her - but he knew that after all this time, after the years and the miles and the things he'd seen and done - he would never be able to be the husband she wanted or deserved.  Other people thought he would be able to - he knew better.</div> <bR> <div> Where did that leave him?  Alone and lonely, with butterflies in his stomach for the most maddening human being on the planet, and with the beginnings of a rather impressive erection.</div> <bR> <div> Glancing around him quickly, he determined that even if someone should walk out on their balcony on either side of him, they couldn't see him.  He pushed the pair of light shorts he was wearing down over his hips and lay his semi-hard cock up along his stomach.  Sighing deeply, he brushed his fingertips slowly up and down the thick vein, smiling as he watched himself lengthen and thicken.  Increasing the pressure just at the base, he massaged firmly until his cock was fully hard.  With his other hand he reached beneath his balls and rubbed his perineum.  A small breeze wafted through the air and the sensation tightened his nipples and sent a small shiver down through his back.</div> <bR> <div> He yanked his shorts all the way off, rearranged himself more comfortably on the lounger and resumed his leisurely stroking.  A few slow pulls and his dick began to throb pleasantly, so he wrapped his palm around the uncut head and alternate squeezed and pulled.  Eyes slid closed to shut out the reality around him and his mind drifted into very dangerous territory.</div> <bR> <div> Jack.</div> <bR> <div> Jack sucking him off.  For the first time.  Tentative.  Careful.  Messy.  A little clumsy.</div> <bR> <div> Yeah, that was good.  Jack in the shower, on his knees, trying to suck him off before anyone came in.  Water running down all that tan, lightly haired skin, making little streams that all angled down into the thick, dark pubic hair and off the long, straight cock.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel moaned.  He'd showered with Jack innumerable times after a long mission and from the very first he'd been fascinated by the man's body.  Jack was taller than him, but not by much.  Broader through the hip and waist, flat, tight and leanly muscled.  Skin decorated with the tracings of scars and wounds purchased through a long and colorful military career.</div> <bR> <div> Hung like a damned horse.  Balls slung low and heavy in a sac that was dark, smooth.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel opened his eyes and looked down at his own cock.  It wasn't much to talk about when he wasn't aroused, but he was more than adequate once he got hard.  Pale shaft, snug foreskin that was smooth and silky, rose colored head that was exquisitely sensitive to touch.  He gave himself a few vigorous strokes and rocked his hips in rhythm.  He liked his dick, liked the pronounced curve of it, liked the broad, thick vein underneath, liked the way his balls snugged up against the base, liked the way his perineum would swell up once he got good and hot.  Like now.  Thinking about Jack.</div> <bR> <div> He let go of his dick, letting it slap against his stomach and brought his hand up to his mouth.  First, he licked his palm, tasting the sharp flavor from his pre-come, them spit into it.  Wrapping the wet skin back around his cockhead, he began to work in earnest, using the protection of his foreskin to allow him to get rough without the bite of pain.</div> <bR> <div> He chuckled and wondered how many guys out there were doing this very same thing right now.  He wondered if Jack was and he grunted as his dick reacted to the image that flashed through his mind.  Jack spread out on the bed, that magnificent long, ruddy cock gripped in one of his amazing hands, stroking hard, dots of moisture on his stomach from all the pre-come he'd work up.  Daniel's mouth began to water just thinking about it - wanting to taste.</div> <bR> <div> "Oh god," he gasped as he pictured himself kneeling between Jack's legs, licking and slurping over all that skin, the soft coating of hair sticking to his tongue as he lapped his way from one side of Jack's groin to the other.  "God, god," Daniel grunted, his hand speeding up, whipping up and down the shaft.</div> <bR> <div> Yeah, Jack would love getting sucked, having someone between his legs, worshiping him with their tongue.  Oh yeah, he'd shoot hard, right down their throat.</div> <bR> <div> "Come on, Jack . . . come in my mouth.  Do it," Daniel pleaded, "do it.  Shoot in my . . . ohhhh . . . fuck . . . yeeeeahhhhhhh."  Daniel bucked and arched, one hand whipping savagely up and down on his dick, the other pressing hard against his perineum as ribbons of warm fluid flew up onto his stomach and chest.  "Fuck yeah, yeah," he sighed, pulling the very last sensation possible from his body before collapsing, spent, back into the lounger.</div> <bR> <div> A slow, sleepy smile crept over his face before he fluttered his eyes open and tried to focus.</div> <bR> <div> "So . . . I'll just . . . put this in here?"</div> <bR> <div> Turning so quickly he nearly fell from the chair, Daniel whipped his head to his left and saw Jack standing in the doorway, holding a box fan in his hand and looking nervously around him.</div> <bR> <div> "Jack!  How . . . how long were you . . .?"</div> <bR> <div> "Oh, long enough," Jack said, his voice tight.  "You want to uh . . ."  He motioned with his other hand to Daniel's naked groin as he gave a small cough.</div> <bR> <div> "Enjoy the show?" Daniel asked, a sense of devilishness zinging through him.  He nodded toward the fullness in Jack's pants.  "Looks from here like you did."</div> <bR> <div> "I knocked but you didn't . . . I mean you were obviously . . . uh . . ."</div> <bR> <div> Daniel stood up from the lounge and went to stand in front of the other man, unconcerned about the streaks of come sliding in wet trails down his abdomen.  He knew Jack could see it - smell it.  The heady, rich scent of sex.  "You heard me say your name?</div> <bR> <div> "Yeah," Jack said, sounding slightly out of breath.</div> <bR> <div> "Then I think we should take this into the bedroom, don't you?"</div> <bR> <div> "Daniel . . ."</div> <bR> <div> "Save it for someone who'll believe the bullshit."  Daniel gave Jack a long, slow once over.  "I want this.  Do you?"</div> <bR> <div> Jack nodded, not able to speak.</div> <bR> <div> "Want me to shower?"</div> <bR> <div> A single shake of the head was the response.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel smiled and glanced up as the first drop of rain hit his shoulder.  "Looks like there's a storm coming," he said quietly as he lead Jack inside to the bedroom, the fan forgotten just inside the door.</div> <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="id194.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Babes in Arms"><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="id197.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Alone, Together"><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>