Me Too

<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0><tr> <td valign="top" rowspan="2" width=160 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="012a0643.jpg"> <bR> </td> <td valign="top" height=435 colspan=2 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="00f64643.jpg"> <div> <B>Me Too</B></div> <div>  <A NAME="me_too"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A></div> <div> Jack cleared his throat.  Then did it again, shifting nervously from one foot to the other.  He looked up and began to speak, stopped, closed his mouth and shoved his hands into his pockets.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel was beside him, leaning against the railing of Jack's back deck, arms folded comfortably across his chest.  His brow was furrowed, his gaze turned down toward his apparently fascinating footwear.</div> <bR> <div> "How'd this happen?" Jack finally asked.</div> <bR> <div> "I have no idea," Daniel mumbled.</div> <bR> <div> "Huh."  Jack's tongue toyed with the back of his front teeth.  "Is this the first time . . . you, uh . . . with another man?"</div> <bR> <div> "Oh yeah," Daniel nodded.  "Definitely."</div> <bR> <div> " 'Cause you know I've never . . ."</div> <bR> <div> "Yep, I know."  Daniel scuffed the toe of his boot over the slightly raised head of a nail in the decking.</div> <bR> <div> "I could use a beer.  You?"</div> <bR> <div> "There's not enough beer on the planet," Daniel said, enunciating carefully.</div> <bR> <div> Jack wandered back into the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the refrigerator.  He opened it slowly and tossed the cap into the garbage.  He considered staying inside and hiding until he turned to look at Daniel, still leaning against the railing, head still bowed, brow still furrowed.  He shook his head.  The man must have gone through seven different kinds of hell trying to decide whether or not to say anything.</div> <bR> <div> Jack set aside the beer, reached up into the cupboard and pulled down a bottle of his favorite bourbon.  Jim Beam had seen him through many a difficult time in his life - and it was needed now.  He grabbed two glasses and headed outside.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel looked over at him and his eyebrows shot up when he saw the bottle in Jack's hand.  "That bad?"</div> <bR> <div> "We're gonna need this before the night's over," Jack said, as he put the glasses on the railing and poured a liberal amount of the clear, amber fluid into each.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel grabbed a glass and threw the drink back, wincing as it bit on the way down.  "Smooth," he said in a harsh whisper.  "Again."</div> <bR> <div> Jack refilled the glass then took a sip from his own.  "I'm not sure what you want me to say to any of this," he admitted.</div> <bR> <div> "I don't expect you to say anything," Daniel said, drinking his drink a bit more moderately.  "I don't expect you to do anything, or behave differently . . . I just needed to tell you."</div> <bR> <div> Jack nodded.  He drank in silence for a few minutes before refilling his own glass.  "You know it's not that I don't . . . it's not that we aren't . . ." he sighed in frustration.  "You mean the world to me, you know that don't you?"</div> <bR> <div> Daniel smiled understandingly.  "I do know that," he said gently, reaching for the bottle to top off his drink.  "It's why I finally decided to come over here and tell you.  I'm trusting in our friendship to get us through this."</div> <bR> <div> The sun began to set and Jack looked at his watch.  "I'm gonna fire up the grill.  There's some steaks in the fridge."</div> <bR> <div> "I can go home," Daniel said.</div> <bR> <div> Jack merely looked over at the other man.  "Do that sauce thing you do.  It's good.  I like that."  Without further conversation, Jack set about getting the grill cleaned up and ready for their meal.</div> <bR> <div> With a shake of his head, Daniel grabbed the bourbon and walked into Jack's kitchen to begin marinating the waiting steaks.  He put his mind on auto pilot as he went about his task of measuring and whisking.  He heard Jack thumping around outside, wrestling with the hose and the grill and the cleaning utensils.  He knew that man - that solid, grounded man who was out there dealing with a situation so far over his head he no doubt felt like he was drowning; working through emotions with common, every day tasks until the shock wore off and he could get his mind around what had happened.  That was the Jack O'Neill he'd come to rely on over the years; the one who saved his life on a regular basis and kept him from becoming too serious during the down times.</div> <bR> <div> He loved Jack.  There was no doubt about that.  Jack cared for him and he was certain of that - just as certain as he was of his own name.  But the shape and flavor that his emotions had taken had turned into something deep and passionate over the last few years; they'd held him tied to Jack during his ascension and they'd made him make this trip to Jack's home tonight.  He believed in Jack and he believed in himself - he was willing to see where those two things led him.</div> <bR> <div> There was a clattering of metal from outside.</div> <bR> <div> "You dirty sonofabitch!"</div> <bR> <div> Daniel snickered to himself.  He didn't know why Jack insisted on using the run-down old grill that had obviously seen better days.  He heard Jack's footsteps and turned to face him.  "Problems?"</div> <bR> <div> "Kiss me."</div> <bR> <div> "Beg pardon?"  Daniel eyes were wide as saucers.</div> <bR> <div> "I'm so distracted by this whole thing I can't even put the grill together right.  Kiss me."</div> <bR> <div> "And you think that will help?  What if you hate it?"</div> <bR> <div> "We'll broil the steaks.  C'mon."  Jack motioned for Daniel to step closer to him and get a move on.</div> <bR> <div> "This isn't the way to determine if . . ."</div> <bR> <div> "Oh fer Christ's sake."</div> <bR> <div> " . . . you have feelings for m<I>mmmphhfff mmmmmm</I>."</div> <bR> <div> Jack pulled Daniel in close, holding the sides of his face between his strong hands and covering his mouth in a full, wet kiss.  When he released Daniel after several long moments, he smiled at the slightly dazed look on the man's face.</div> <bR> <div> "Okay.  Back to that grill."  Jack left the kitchen as quickly as he'd entered.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel licked his lips and let out an exasperated sigh.  "Bastard."</div> <bR> <div> When Daniel had prepared the vegetables for roasting, along with the potatoes, he brought all the food out on two platters.  "You ready?"  He raised an eyebrow when he saw the grill.  It had been cleaned to within an inch of its life - years of grime and smoke had been removed and it stood pristine and looking reasonably functional in the middle of Jack's deck.  Jack had obviously been able to focus after all.</div> <bR> <div> "You put butter in the foil before you wrapped the potatoes?"</div> <bR> <div> "Yep."</div> <bR> <div> "What about the vegetables?"</div> <bR> <div> "Ye-es," Daniel said, sliding the plates onto the table.</div> <bR> <div> "How long did you marinate the meat?"</div> <bR> <div> "Same as always . . . and will you knock it off?"</div> <bR> <div> "What?"</div> <bR> <div> "That."</div> <bR> <div> "This?"</div> <bR> <div> "Don't."</div> <bR> <div> "What?"</div> <bR> <div> "That."</div> <bR> <div> "Oh."</div> <bR> <div> Jack scowled at Daniel as he removed the potatoes and lay them in the fire before tossing the wrapped package of vegetables in beside them.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel had brought the bourbon back out with him and he poured them each another drink before sitting down.  "I don't want this to affect the team."</div> <bR> <div> "There are so many things affecting the team at the moment that I doubt one more will really make a difference."</div> <bR> <div> "Even this one?"  Daniel turned calm eyes up to Jack.  "And I'd prefer not to be in the country if Sam finds out."</div> <bR> <div> Jack winced and fussed with the potatoes laying in the bed of coals.  "Only way she'll find out is if you tell her."</div> <bR> <div> "I don't have a death wish . . . despite appearances to the contrary."  Daniel finished off his drink.  "I'm just as out in left field about this as you are."</div> <bR> <div> Jack nodded.  "You probably could have picked someone much better than me."</div> <bR> <div> "Had I gone looking for this . . ."  Daniel let his voice trail off.</div> <bR> <div> "This whole thing just begs the question," Jack said, turning to face Daniel straight on.  "Why me?  I mean, c'mon Daniel."  He held his arms out from his sides.  "Look at me.  I've got maybe another year of active field duty left, my knees are shot, my back's hanging on by a thread, I'm old, I'm cranky . . ."</div> <bR> <div> "You're you," Daniel said simply with a slight shrug.</div> <bR> <div> "What's that mean?"</div> <bR> <div> "It means in all the universe there's only one Jack O'Neill.  He's the man who believed in me on Abydos, who brought me back and took me in, who helped me search for my wife and her son . . . the one who always tries to do the right thing even when the right thing is the hardest thing to do.  You're you."</div> <bR> <div> "I'm dirty," Jack said quietly.  "Lot of blood on my hands . . . lots of innocent blood."</div> <bR> <div> "I know," Daniel said.</div> <bR> <div> "You can do better."</div> <bR> <div> "No, I can't.  And we've had this conversation before."</div> <bR> <div> Jack looked directly into Daniel's eyes.  "You remember?"</div> <bR> <div> "Bits and pieces."</div> <bR> <div> "You said I was a better man than that."</div> <bR> <div> "And you said you weren't.  I didn't believe you then and I don't believe you now."  Daniel stood up and moved into Jack's personal space.  "They don't *get* any better than you."</div> <bR> <div> ++++</div> <bR> <div> Daniel fastidiously scraped away at the dirt that had built up into the etchings of the tablet he'd brought back from their recent mission.  He scowled when he saw that it appeared as though the original engraving had been superimposed by another, newer language.</div> <bR> <div> "Hey," Jack called from the door.</div> <bR> <div> "Hey," he answered in a slow drawl while he examined his find.</div> <bR> <div> "Wanna get lunch?"</div> <bR> <div> Daniel looked up at Jack who was currently tossing an artifact back and forth between his hands.  He wondered if the older man realized that at auction, a piece like that would go for somewhere around three million dollars.  He shrugged.  Jack wouldn't care - and he'd never broken anything before.  He put down his tools and pushed back from his work area.  "I could eat."</div> <bR> <div> "They're having meatloaf," Jack said.  "With gravy."</div> <bR> <div> "What's the other choice?"</div> <bR> <div> "Lemon chicken."</div> <bR> <div> "Oh, good.   I like that."  Daniel stood, rolling his shoulders to work out the kinks.</div> <bR> <div> "Tough translation?"</div> <bR> <div> Daniel rolled his eyes as they headed out.  "If I could get to anything to translate."  He rubbed his nose.  "The second society of people went around and defaced everything and wrote their own things over the top . . . I don't know if I'll ever get a clear picture of what went on there."</div> <bR> <div> "If there's anything there to figure out, you'll do it."</div> <bR> <div> Daniel smiled at the praise.  "Hope so.  Looks like a fascinating culture."</div> <bR> <div> "You have plans for the weekend?"</div> <bR> <div> Daniel shook his head.  He swiped his pass through the lock by the elevator.  "Nope.  Just a quiet weekend at home.  Why?"</div> <bR> <div> "Cassie won tickets to the Rockies double header this weekend, gave them to me since she didn't want them.  You game?"</div> <bR> <div> Daniel smiled again.  For the past six weeks Jack had been trying so hard to make things business as usual - trying to act normally and do the things they always did.  He was touched by the gesture.  "You should take Teal'c - he's never been up to Denver before, or seen a pro baseball game."</div> <bR> <div> "So you don't want to go?"</div> <bR> <div> Daniel looked over at Jack and saw there was a flicker of hurt in the brown eyes.  "I was just saying that . . . no . . . I mean yes, I'd like to go.  I do . . . want to go."</div> <bR> <div> "You don't have to," Jack said, trying to sound like it was perfectly fine - like he wasn't hoping just the opposite.</div> <bR> <div> "Neither do you," Daniel said quietly, hoping his eyes conveyed what he meant, "if you're uncomfortable."</div> <bR> <div> "I know," Jack mumbled.  "Just thought it'd be fun . . . just the two of us kicking around for a weekend."</div> <bR> <div> "Should I just plan on leaving from here?"</div> <bR> <div> "I could pick you up that morning," Jack said casually.</div> <bR> <div> "How about we take my Jeep?  It hasn't really gone for a road trip yet."</div> <bR> <div> "Okay," Jack agreed.  The doors opened and the two men made their way toward the cafeteria.  "Do you even watch baseball?"</div> <bR> <div> "No.  Any excuse to be outdoors though, ya know?"  Daniel made a bee-line for the side of the counter where the lemon chicken was being served, Jack toward the opposite end for meatloaf.  Carrying trays laden with food, they found a table in the center of the room and sat down.  Once settled, they dove into their meals, neither talking.  Jack reached across and stole a fork full of green beans from Daniel's plate.</div> <bR> <div> "Hey."</div> <bR> <div> "You had too many," Jack said as he shoveled another pile of mashed potatoes into his mouth.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel snagged a large spoonful of Dutch apple pie from Jack's side of the table.  "Now we're even," he said, his voice muffled by the food.</div> <bR> <div> "Hey, Daniel.  Sir."  Sam took her Jello and a banana and placed it on the table, stacking her tray with the others on the table beside them.</div> <bR> <div> "Sam."</div> <bR> <div> "Carter."  Jack waved his fork at Daniel.  "Watch him.  He's turned into a food thief."</div> <bR> <div> Daniel narrowed his eyes at Jack.  "<I>Et tu</I>, Jack?"</div> <bR> <div> "What are you guys doing this weekend?  We've got an extra day off."</div> <bR> <div> "Jack's going with me to Denver to look at an antique table I was thinking about getting."</div> <bR> <div> Jack's chewing slowed for a moment, but other than that he showed no visible reaction to Daniel's obvious fib.</div> <bR> <div> "Antiques?" Sam asked, looking straight at Jack.</div> <bR> <div> "I'm just the menial labor," Jack said with a sarcastic little smile.</div> <bR> <div> "We'll probably take in the game that's in town.  Cassie mentioned something about giving Jack the tickets," Daniel explained further, head down and looking at his food.</div> <bR> <div> Sam nodded.  "She mentioned that.  So how big's this table?  You guys need more help?  I can probably get another couple tickets to the game for me and Teal'c."</div> <bR> <div> "Nah, we got it.  It's just a little one," Daniel said.  "Hey, how's that new power source coming?"</div> <bR> <div> "Mmm!" Sam said, trying to swallow down her Jello before she launched into her explanation.  "We just got done running a multi-spectral analysis on . . ."</div> <bR> <div> Jack shut his ears off at that point and went back to his meal.  He looked up quickly when he felt Daniel nudge his knee and smiled when he saw the brief wink that the scholar gave him.</div> <bR> <div> ++++</div> <bR> <div> Daniel waited in the Jeep as Jack tossed his duffle bag into the back.  It landed with a resounding thud and he turned to look at Jack who was arranging the mess that was Daniel's packing.</div> <bR> <div> "What's in there?"</div> <bR> <div> "Just stuff," Jack said, shoving a tool box out of the way of the end of his bag.  "This thing's a mess, Daniel - you've only had it a month."</div> <bR> <div> "I know," Daniel said.  "I like it this way."</div> <bR> <div> "Good grief," came the muttered reply.  A few more hearty shoves and Jack was satisfied with the arrangement.  He climbed into the front seat and buckled himself in.  "I sorta miss my old Jeep," he said looking around.</div> <bR> <div> "Get another one," Daniel said as he pulled out into traffic.</div> <bR> <div> "Why, when I can just use yours?" Jack asked with a grin.</div> <bR> <div> "You are not driving my Jeep," Daniel stated flatly.  "Unless you let me drive . . ."</div> <bR> <div> "No," Jack answered curtly.</div> <bR> <div> "I no toucha you truck, you no toucha my Jeep, capiche?"</div> <bR> <div> "Yeah, fine, Guido.  Let's get to work."</div> <bR> <div> ++++</div> <bR> <div> "Jack?"</div> <bR> <div> There was a responsive grunt.</div> <bR> <div> "Jack."</div> <bR> <div> "Huh?"</div> <bR> <div> "Jack!"</div> <bR> <div> "What?" Jack looked up in aggravation from the mounds of paperwork on his desk.</div> <bR> <div> "It's five oh one.  Let's go."</div> <bR> <div> "Just a few . . ."</div> <bR> <div> "Now," Daniel said.  "Been a long week and I'm tired.  I want to eat steak and drink expensive beer.  Let's go."</div> <bR> <div> Jack hurriedly signed the last of the reports in front of him threw it into his 'out' basket.  "Well when you put it like that."</div> <bR> <div> "Just heard the weather.  It's still eighty five degrees outside and it's supposed to be just as nice all weekend."</div> <bR> <div> "Did I mention this was a double header tomorrow?" Jack asked as he brushed past Daniel.</div> <bR> <div> "Many times," Daniel nodded, following Jack to the elevators.</div> <bR> <div> ++++</div> <bR> <div> "You want another beer, Jack?" Daniel asked, waving a ten dollar bill at the vendor just a few steps away.</div> <bR> <div> "Yeah, grab me one," Jack said as he settled back down into his chair from a dash to the bathroom.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel purchased the beverages and pocketed his change with minimal spillage before reaching between his feet and handing over one of the large hot dogs he'd gotten while Jack was away.  Both men lounged back in the spacious chairs in the reserved seating area and enjoyed the late evening sunshine.</div> <bR> <div> "This is one of the best weekends I have *ever* had," Daniel enthused.  Their hotel was a straight shot from the stadium, the weather was perfect, the expenses for the room and game were all paid and a few blocks away from their accommodations was one of the largest shopping areas Daniel had seen in quite some time - including the bookstore he wanted to visit the next day.</div> <bR> <div> "What'd'ya think about dinner tonight?" Jack asked as he finished off his snack.</div> <bR> <div> "Steak," Daniel said after a long pull of ice cold beer.  "Definitely steak."  He pulled off his hat and scratched his head quickly.  "And lobster.  I want lobster."</div> <bR> <div> "I know just the place," Jack said after a long drink of his own.</div> <bR> <div> "I will trust to your superior knowledge," Daniel said, hoisting his plastic cup in a mock salute.</div> <bR> <div> "Put that down on the calendar," Jack snorted.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel laughed.  He watched as the Rockies took the field again, clapping along with the rest of the crowd.  "Maybe they'll actually hit in a run this time," he muttered to Jack.</div> <bR> <div> Jack smiled.  "Who the hell cares," he replied, too relaxed for even the substandard play of the home team to bother him.</div> <bR> <div> ++++</div> <bR> <div> Daniel sat back in the chair, licking the butter from his fingers.  Before him were the remnants of an enormous dinner featuring one of the largest lobster tails he'd ever seen.  He'd teased Jack about eating a steak the size of a small cow, and now both men were too stuffed to move.</div> <bR> <div> "Gentlemen, can I interest you in dessert?" asked their waitress.</div> <bR> <div> "Ohgodno," Jack mumbled into his napkin.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel shook his head.  "No, I think we'd better surrender now before we explode."</div> <bR> <div> "How about coffee?" she asked as she efficiently stacked and cleared away the plates and bowls.</div> <bR> <div> "That sounds great," Daniel said.</div> <bR> <div> "I'll bring that right out."  She smiled politely and hurried away.</div> <bR> <div> "We need to leave her a huge tip," Jack said.  "She hunted and fetched for us all night long."</div> <bR> <div> "We did put her through her paces," Daniel said, stretching his legs out in front of him.</div> <bR> <div> "So what's on the agenda tomorrow?" Jack asked.</div> <bR> <div> "I found this bookstore . . ."</div> <bR> <div> "Of course you did," Jack laughed.</div> <bR> <div> "I saw some editions of books that I've been wanting to get.  I was thinking of spending a few hours there."</div> <bR> <div> "Actually, I've got some friends in town.  How about I meet up with them, you go browse your books and then we can catch up for lunch or an early dinner?"</div> <bR> <div> "Okay," Daniel nodded.  "Maybe I'll manage to actually find a small antique table to bring home."</div> <bR> <div> "In the area where you'll be spending the day, I think you'll find more than just a table."</div> <bR> <div> ++++</div> <bR> <div> After a large breakfast, Jack and Daniel went their separate ways for the early part of the day.  Daniel buried himself in The Tattered Cover, leafing through old books and sipping gourmet coffee in the coffee shop.  Every so often, he would bring a book to the front and place it with the others he intended to purchase.</div> <bR> <div> On his last trip, the woman behind the counter chuckled.  "Doctor Jackson, didn't you say you were to meet your friend at five?"</div> <bR> <div> Daniel look up from the pages of the book he was scanning.  "Yes, I did."</div> <bR> <div> "It's ten minutes till," she smiled.  "Are you ready to ring out?"</div> <bR> <div> Daniel gawked at his watch.  "Wow.  Time flies.  Yes, let's uh . . . let's see what the damage is."</div> <bR> <div> After signing the credit card receipt and placing the books carefully in bags for the trip back to the hotel, Daniel took one last look around the store.</div> <bR> <div> "Don't worry, Doctor Jackson, we are on the internet."</div> <bR> <div> "You are?"  Daniel's smile lit up the room.  "Then you'll be seeing more of my money very, very soon."  He waved goodbye and headed off to meet Jack.</div> <bR> <div> ++++</div> <bR> <div> Jack looked at himself in the mirror.  His stomach was in knots and he knew that if he gave himself any more time to think about this, he'd back out.  He ran a comb through his hair one final time, checked his shirt and slacks for any stray lint and turned back to survey his work.  The curtains were closed, the lights were out - and the flickering glow of numerous candles filled the room.  On the table between the two beds were towels, massage oil, a bottle of champagne chilling in ice, gourmet chocolates, and much to Jack's consternation, a single red rose in a vase.  He shook his head.  How hokey could one person get?  Moving to remove the flower, he stopped dead in his tracks as he heard the door unlock.</div> <bR> <div> "Jack, here, help me with these bags.  I can't feel my fing . . . what the hell?"</div> <bR> <div> Jack took the bags from Daniel's hands and laid them on the floor just inside the closet.</div> <bR> <div> "Jack?"  Daniel could feel his heart racing and his chest felt tight.  He surveyed the room in disbelief.  When he looked at his friend, he was amazed at the sight.  Jack was attired in light tan dress slacks, an ice blue silk shirt and brown dress shoes.  Everything about him spoke of understated elegance.  "What's going on?"</div> <bR> <div> Jack felt his face heat up.  "I have no idea what I'm doing, so I just thought I'd . . . go with what I know."</div> <bR> <div> "This is what you know?"  Daniel looked around the room again.  Everything spoke of sensuality.</div> <bR> <div> "I've been doing some thinking," Jack said, ushering Daniel farther into the room and making sure the door was securely locked so they wouldn't be disturbed.</div> <bR> <div> "What'd you come up with?"  Daniel's eyes were riveted to Jack's face.  He was blushing - he was actually blushing.</div> <bR> <div> "I've been thinking that maybe this - whatever it is - between us . . . has been there for awhile.  And that maybe if you're willing to take a chance on a beat up old soldier like me, that I should be willing to take a chance on a completely astounding person like you."</div> <bR> <div> Daniel's eyes were drawn to the red rose that seemed to glow in the candle light.  "Do you love me?"</div> <bR> <div> "It's easy to love someone who loved you first," Jack whispered.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel didn't know whether to throw his head back and laugh, or bow it and cry.  His emotions were everywhere at once and he felt overwhelmed.  "I had no idea you . . . I thought this weekend was just about getting out of town and seeing a game.  I didn't know . . ."</div> <bR> <div> "I didn't exactly let on," Jack smiled.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel looked again at the table between the beds.  Jack had planned an all out seduction; the knowledge made his stomach tighten.  "I want this," he breathed.</div> <bR> <div> Jack took that to mean he could step closer to Daniel - into touching range.  He ran his fingertips down the strong forearm of the man he'd known for years and watched in amazement as goose bumps blossomed over the warm skin.  "I am so far out of my depth," he confessed.</div> <bR> <div> "It's okay," Daniel said, moving into Jack's hesitant embrace.  He felt the long arms go around him after a moment and he leaned in, settling his mouth against the lined skin of Jack's neck.  "We'll figure this out together."</div> <bR> <div> "I had this all planned," Jack said quietly.  "But now it all just seems silly and juvenile."</div> <bR> <div> "No," Daniel said firmly, shaking his head slowly, "it's just right.  Just right."  He tightened his arms around Jack and held on.</div> <bR> <div> "This will change everything," Jack breathed against Daniel's shoulder.</div> <bR> <div> "I know.  I'm sorry.  I didn't want it to."</div> <bR> <div> "It's time.  Things need to change."  Jack moved his head so he could look at Daniel.  "I'm not giving this up.  I have before, but not this time."  He ran both hands through Daniel's shaggy short hair, smiling at the feel of it.  "Tell me what to do," Jack murmured against Daniel's lips, "tell me what you want."</div> <bR> <div> Abandon swept through Daniel at the words and he smiled before kissing Jack hard and long, pulling him down onto the bed.  He was free to touch, free to laugh . . . free to *feel*.  He reveled in the weight of Jack's body over him - the feel of a strong, virile man giving as good as he got and not backing down or giving in.  He'd known it would be good, but he'd had no idea it would be like *this.*</div> <bR> <div> Jack had managed to slide Daniel's t-shirt off and was now working on the buttons of his jeans when trembling hands covered his and stopped his actions.  He looked down at Daniel who had a very dangerous - a very sexual - smile on his face.</div> <bR> <div> "Take your clothes off."</div> <bR> <div> Feeling self conscious, Jack did as he was asked and knelt back on the bed when he was finished.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel stared at him in appreciative silence, drinking in the sight before him.  "Now mine."</div> <bR> <div> Jack couldn't move fast enough and Daniel bit back a chuckle when Jack yanked off his jeans and briefs in one hurried sweep.  Jack's eyes feasted on the vision before him - Daniel hard, breathing heavily, slightly sweaty from the exertions.</div> <bR> <div>  "That's just damned impressive," Jack finally managed, his gaze never leaving Daniel's groin.  "You're not cut."</div> <bR> <div> "You knew that," Daniel smiled.  "We've showered together for years."</div> <bR> <div> "Never really registered till now," Jack responded.</div> <bR> <div> "I want you to watch me," Daniel said, reaching for the bed-side table.  He grabbed the oil and held it out to Jack.  "Drizzle some of that on my cock."</div> <bR> <div> Jack's eyes snapped up and locked with Daniel's.  Daniel felt his heart rate pick up when he saw the pupils of the brown eyes looking back at him dilate and become nearly completely black.</div> <bR> <div> Jack swallowed and tilted the bottle over so a thin stream of cool oil poured over Daniel's erection and down onto his balls.  "Christ, Daniel, I'm never gonna last."</div> <bR> <div> "Don't worry, we've still got two days."  Daniel rubbed the oil all over his groin with the flat of his palm.  "Plenty of time."  He scooted back toward the headboard and propped himself up on the pillows.  "Come here.  Get close."</div> <bR> <div> Jack crawled forward on the bed and leaned in for another achingly passionate kiss.  After straddling one of Daniel's thighs, he sat back a bit and looked down as Daniel began to stroke his own cock.  "Ah holy fuck."</div> <bR> <div> Daniel pulled the foreskin of his cock up and over the head, then grasped it with his fingers, pinching and rolling it around.  "Ever played with a foreskin, Jack?"</div> <bR> <div> Jack could only shake his head silently, his attention drawn to the show being put on for his benefit.</div> <bR> <div> "It's soft - velvety.  Here, feel."  Pushing on the base of his cock, he pointed it toward Jack.</div> <bR> <div> Reaching out with a trembling hand, Jack ran his fingertips over the smooth skin covering the flushed head.  He was rocking his hips slightly and he groaned when Daniel brought his knee up just enough so it put pressure just behind his balls.  "I can't believe I'm in bed with my best friend, humping his leg while I play with his dick."</div> <bR> <div> "Hot as hell, isn't it?" Daniel purred.</div> <bR> <div> "Fuck yeah," Jack growled as he took a stronger grip on Daniel's cock.  He watched as the skin slipped back and forth over the head, spreading the moisture accumulating in the slit.  He hissed in pleasure as Daniel's hand wrapped around his erection and stroked slowly.  "Not made of glass," he said, voice shaky.</div> <bR> <div> "You like it a little rough?"  Daniel's eyes were huge and dark in the candlelight making him look just a little wild - just a touch dangerous.  He didn't wait for an answer but pulled on the straining shaft and swiped his calloused thumb firmly over the underside of the head.  Jack bucked and grunted which was all the encouragement Daniel needed.  He began to stroke hard and fast, loving the guttural sounds it elicited from the man above him.</div> <bR> <div> Jack threw his head back, eyes closed, trying to process all the sensations flooding over him - the feel of Daniel writhing underneath him, the powerful way his dick was being worked, the glow of the candles, the smell of Daniel's skin, the sounds, the emotions . . . it was nearly too much to take.  He opened his eyes and looked down.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel was splayed out, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, one hand wrapped firmly around his dick, the other underneath his own balls, pushing and stroking in tandem with what Jack's hand was doing to him.  Jack let go of him and brought his hand to his mouth, licking the pre-come from his fingers.  The sharp, pungent taste sent a jolt through him and he pushed Daniel's hand away from him then tugged at his balls roughly to stave off the impending orgasm.</div> <bR> <div> "What?" Daniel asked, confused as to why everything had been brought to a halt.</div> <bR> <div> Without saying a word, Jack lay down between Daniel's legs and licked slowly around his balls.</div> <bR> <div> "Ahsonofabitch," Daniel hissed, his throat too dry to make the words into sounds.  He dug his hands into the bedding as he pushed his groin up into Jack's warm, wet mouth.</div> <bR> <div> Jack felt like he was flying, his stomach was tight and nervous and he had a buzz going on that he didn't think he'd ever come down from.  This was completely foreign to him - the smells, the tastes and the sight of having his face buried between a man's legs was unimaginably different.  He opened his mouth wide and sucked one of Daniel's heavy testicles into his mouth and nearly crowed when he heard the strangled cry it produced.  He gave the same attention to the other and Daniel grabbed the base of his cock and begged for mercy.</div> <bR> <div> "Pleasepleasepleaseplease," he panted, "not alone.  You too . . . please . . . you too."</div> <bR> <div> Jack looked up and Daniel motioned for him to bring his hips around.  They found a comfortable position by laying diagonally on the bed and then Jack dove back in, the momentary interruption not dampening his enthusiasm one whit.</div> <bR> <div> When he felt Daniel engulf the head of his cock a shocked shout tore from him as he buried his nose and mouth into Daniel's perineum.  Daniel's hips began bucking again and he knew the man wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.  He placed one last sucking kiss on the tender skin and brought the tip of Daniel's cock to his mouth.  Pulling the skin up over the head, he dug around with his tongue until it slipped under the soft covering, then he slid him slowly into his mouth while keeping a firm grip on the warm, pulsing shaft.</div> <bR> <div> "Jack!"</div> <bR> <div> It was all the warning he needed.  He pushed his fingers behind Daniel's balls and rubbed and pressed firmly, like he'd seen Daniel doing and in a brief moment he felt the rapid pulsing throb under the fingers of both hands as he brought Daniel over into a thundering orgasm.</div> <bR> <div> The moment the warm semen hit his tongue, Jack felt his own body crest and fall.</div> <bR> <div> ++++</div> <bR> <div> Jack awoke to the delicious feeling of being petted.  From the top of his shoulders to the dip of his low back, all he could feel was the warm slide of hands on his skin.  He opened his eyes and saw Daniel kneeling beside him.  He curled his hand slightly and tickled the bottom of Daniel's foot, causing the man to jump and laugh.</div> <bR> <div> "Hey.  None of that."  Daniel's voice was soft and relaxed.</div> <bR> <div> "What time is it?" Jack asked.</div> <bR> <div> "About three hours after we both passed out."  Daniel leaned down and kissed the back of Jack's neck then spread himself out over his back, tucking his hands underneath his shoulders and nuzzling into the silver hair.</div> <bR> <div> Jack smiled as he felt Daniel wriggle around until his cock was nestled in between his butt cheeks.  His smile grew wider when Daniel began to rock his hips in slow, steady rhythm.  "You tryin' to tell me something?"</div> <bR> <div> "If you can't take a hint like this, you really are as dumb as you pretend to be."  Daniel licked and nibbled at Jack's ear.  "But I know better than that."</div> <bR> <div> Jack lifted his hips slightly, took one of Daniel's hands and pushed it down toward his groin.  Daniel let out a low moan when he felt how hard Jack was and bit lightly into the top of his shoulder.</div> <bR> <div> "You gonna be disappointed if I say I'm not ready for the whole enchilada yet?"</div> <bR> <div> "Huh uh," Daniel breathed into Jack's skin.  He licked his way slowly across the nape to the other ear.  Jack obliged by turning his head the other way.</div> <bR> <div> "I liked what we did before . . . you wanna do that?"  Jack had placed his hand over Daniel's and together they stroked back and forth along the stiff shaft.</div> <bR> <div> "Kinda," was the panted reply.</div> <bR> <div> "What?"</div> <bR> <div> Daniel rolled slowly to his side.  "Turn over on your back for me."</div> <bR> <div> Doing as he was asked, Jack sprawled himself across the bed, legs on either side of Daniel.  He accepted the two pillows Daniel handed him and put them quickly behind his head and shoulders, one hand automatically going to his cock to stroke and pull languidly.  "You like this?"</div> <bR> <div> Daniel nodded watching Jack palm and rub his dick.</div> <bR> <div> "Yours isn't getting much attention," Jack said quietly.</div> <bR> <div> "I touch it and I'm done," Daniel croaked.  He leaned forward and licked from Jack's thick thatch of pubic hair up to the hollow of his neck in one long swipe.</div> <bR> <div> "Tell me what's getting you off," Jack said, his voice thick with lust.  "What is it that's got you so wound up you're just about ready to come?"</div> <bR> <div> Daniel looked down at him, eyes flashing and face flushed.  "Colonel Jack O'Neill, hero of the SGC - hell, hero of the whole damned galaxy, is laying underneath me, naked, hard, stroking his dick, and so goddamned vulnerable I could fucking scream."  He clamped his mouth over Jack's and slid his tongue inside the welcoming mouth beneath him, licking and tasting his fill before finally pulling away to look into the intense brown eyes.  "Laying here giving it up for me, letting me see you like this - like no one else gets to."  He dove in for another kiss, this one returned with ardor.  "Letting me do things to you that most men wouldn't ever admit they even want."</div> <bR> <div> The next kiss stole Jack's breath complete and he brought both hands up to tangle in the soft, brown hair.  "Like sticking my dick down your throat?"</div> <bR> <div> "Yes," Daniel hissed.</div> <bR> <div> "Licking my balls?"</div> <bR> <div> "God, yes."</div> <bR> <div> "Letting me stick my tongue..."</div> <bR> <div> "Stop, Jesus God, stop . . .stop . . ."  Daniel knelt up, breathing deep.  Placing his hands on the back of Jack's thighs, he pushed them up until Jack could grasp his legs behind the knees.</div> <bR> <div> "Daniel?"</div> <bR> <div> Without another word spoken, Daniel descended, licking hungrily over Jack's ass, flicking the tip of his tongue into the tight pucker.</div> <bR> <div> "What the hell?"  Jack hitched up so he could see Daniel's face buried in his butt.  He flung himself back down on the bed, a long moan sounding from his throat as he tried to keep from spontaneously combusting.  "You're gonna fucking kill me," he growled.</div> <bR> <div> "Damn fine way to go," Daniel said when he finally came up for air.</div> <bR> <div> "You better decide quick how you want this - 'coz I'm on the edge here," Jack warned.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel grinned wolfishly and made sure Jack had a clear view as he thrust his tongue inside Jack's ass as far as it could go.  A few rapid, harsh strokes of his cock was all it took for Jack to tumble over the edge.  Daniel stayed put, feeling the contractions around his tongue as Jack's body clenched through his orgasm.  When he felt the pulsations subside, he pulled Jack's legs down, straddled his waist and began jerking himself off.  It only took a few moments before the first ribbons of come flew onto Jack's chest and throat - thick, white and warm.  With the head of his cock, he rubbed the semen around in the silver chest hairs and over the peaked nipples until the sensation grew too great.  He fell onto his side beside Jack, panting, flushed, sweaty and sated.</div> <bR> <div> Jack rubbed the heels of his hands into his eyes and tried to even out his breathing.  "That has to be the single most pornographic experience I have *ever* had."</div> <bR> <div> "Complaining?" Daniel said, his chest still heaving.</div> <bR> <div> "Hell no," Jack stated firmly before laughter overtook him.  "You don't have a camera hidden around here somewhere, do ya?  I'm thinking we could sell that on the internet for big money."</div> <bR> <div> Daniel joined in the laughter before throwing both arms over his face and letting out a deep, shuddering breath.  "Cleaning crew's gonna hate us tomorrow."</div> <bR> <div> "Why's that?" Jack asked, his eyes closing as he relaxed into the warmth of the afterglow.</div> <bR> <div> "There's come everywhere," Daniel said.  "You're covered, I'm covered . . . it's all over this bedspread . . ."</div> <bR> <div> "It's about to be all over the bathroom.  C'mon - we smell like pigs."  Jack slapped Daniel on the stomach and rolled off the bed.</div> <bR> <div> "Wait," Daniel said, scooting after him.  He grabbed two of the candles and followed Jack.  "Leave the lights off.  We'll use these."</div> <bR> <div> "Why Doctor Jackson, you old romantic," Jack teased.</div> <bR> <div> "Hey - who brought these in the first place?" Daniel countered.  He set the candles on the counter in the bathroom.  "Start the water, I'm gonna go get the champagne."</div> <bR> <div> "So, I'm taking it this whole seduction thing is working for ya?" Jack asked smugly.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel stopped, turned, and pulled Jack into a kiss that left him cross-eyed.  "Ya think?"  He gave Jack a swat on the butt and sauntered back out into the main room.</div> <bR> <div> ++++</div> <bR> <div> "Daniel, come ON!" Jack said, yanking all the covers off his sleeping lover.  "We gotta go."</div> <bR> <div> "No," came the muffled reply as Daniel tried to bury his entire body under neath his pillow.</div> <bR> <div> "Briefing starts at ten thirty hours and it is now oh seven fifteen.  We are barely gonna make it as it is."</div> <bR> <div> "Five more minutes."</div> <bR> <div> "Daniel!"  Jack reached down, grabbed the man by his waist and lifted him bodily from the bed.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel caught his balance and stared at Jack through narrowed eyes.  "Fuck you."</div> <bR> <div> "Already did.  Twice.  And my ass is still feeling it.  Now come on, we have *got* to move."</div> <bR> <div> "Jack, we've got over two hours . . ."</div> <bR> <div> "Road construction," Jack sing-songed.  He came to stand in front of his very grumpy lover.  "You *promised* that if I agreed to stay one more night, you'd get up, get dressed and get out the door by seven.  Promised."</div> <bR> <div> "All right," Daniel said with a mighty sniff.  He stood, dazed, as his clothes were shoved into his chest.</div> <bR> <div> "Atta boy," Jack said as he collected their things to carry downstairs.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel dressed quickly, used the bathroom, brushed his teeth and tossed his shaving kit into the waiting duffle bag that Jack had left open.  Together they checked out and headed back toward the mountain - and the real world.</div> <bR> <div> ++++</div> <bR> <div> Jack checked his watch as he and Daniel strolled into the briefing room.  Ten twenty seven hours.  Three minutes to spare.</div> <bR> <div> "Colonel, Daniel, have a good weekend?" came Sam's chipper voice from the coffee bar.</div> <bR> <div> "Yeah, we did," Daniel said as he sat down carefully in his chair.  He smirked as he saw Jack sit down just as gingerly.</div> <bR> <div> "Get that table?"</div> <bR> <div> "As a matter of fact, I not only got the table, I've got the matching armoire on order," Daniel said triumphantly.</div> <bR> <div> "You're having that delivered, right?" Jack asked.</div> <bR> <div> "Uh, no, actually.  I'll need to go get it," Daniel said.  He looked at Jack.  "Can I use your truck?"</div> <bR> <div> Jack returned his gaze.  "Sure, I'll even let you drive.  I trust ya with my stuff."</div> <bR> <div> Daniel looked down at the briefing folder on the table in front of him.  "Me too," he said.  "Me too."</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> <bR> <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> </tr><tr> <td valign="top" colspan=2 height=45 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="00f64643.jpg"> <div> <B> <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><B><IMG SRC="0181d270.jpg" border=0 width="29" height="39" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></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="id37.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="What Now?"><U><B><IMG SRC="017271d0.jpg" border=0 width="39" height="29" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> <tD VALIGN=CENTER><NOBR><div> <A HREF="id39.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Surprise"><U><B><IMG SRC="016271d0.jpg" border=0 width="39" height="29" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> </tR> </TABLE></B></div> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>