Kissing Camels

<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>Kissing Camels</B></div> <div>  <A NAME="kissing_camels"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Calligraph421 BT" >Author: </FONT><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#330000" FACE="GoudyOlSt BT" ><A HREF="mailto:featherautant@hotmail.com" TARGET="_top" TITLE="mailto:featherautant@hotmail.com"><U>Feather Autant</U></A></FONT></div> <div> Date: August 17, 2004<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <div> Email: <A HREF="mailto:featherautant@hotmail.com" TARGET="_top" TITLE="mailto:featherautant@hotmail.com"><U>featherautant@hotmail.com</U></A><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <div> Rating: NC-17<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <div> Pairings: Jack/Daniel </div> <div> Category: FT, Romance<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <bR> <bR> <div> Jack ate his last bite of pie, stood up, and stretched luxuriously.  He heard muffled giggles behind him.  He looked over at the table of women, and gave a lazy smile.  "Ladies," he acknowledged.  </div> <bR> <div> "Colonel," they said in unison.  </div> <bR> <div> Jack gathered his dishes and made his way to the door, depositing them on his way out.  He sighed.  There was still a pile of paperwork that required his attention.  The first, oh, five minutes hadn't been bad, but it had soon grown tedious.  He filled in the blanks, ordered new gadgets, got replacements for the equipment that was wearing out, making sure his team had everything they needed to keep safe.  His team, he thought with a smile.  His family, if you wanted to get right down to it.  </div> <bR> <div> He made his way to his office, stopping to chat with people on the way.  It always took him forever to move around the complex.  Somebody always wanted to speak with him, tell him a problem, ask for his help, just say hi.  </div> <bR> <div> He smiled again.  He worked with a damned fine group of people.  All deeply committed to their mission.  </div> <bR> <div> Finally, he was back in his office.  He sat down and turned the computer on, checking his e-mails.  There was one from Daniel.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel was in Egypt.  Someone had found an artifact, some kind of doohickey they couldn't quite explain, and Daniel had jumped at the chance to examine it.   Of course, Daniel always jumped at any opportunity to go to Egypt.  </div> <bR> <div> General Hammond had agreed that Daniel should go.  The artifact might have something to do with the Goa'uld, and anything they could learn might help with the conflict.</div> <bR> <div> Jack had wanted to go, keep his teammate safe.  Daniel had snorted at the idea.  Egypt was his home.  He knew the people, knew the culture, knew where to go and not to go.  He'd be fine, he'd insisted.  </div> <bR> <div> Jack opened the message, and grinned.  It was a picture of Daniel, standing behind two camels.  The camels were kneeling, facing each other, almost touching noses.  Daniel had a smirk on his face.  He looked relaxed and happy, dressed in cool, casual linen pants and a thin, flowing cotton shirt.  There was a caption at the bottom of the picture.  ‘Glad you're not here'.  </div> <bR> <div> Jack laughed, not in the slightest offended.  He knew exactly what Daniel meant.  Jack hated Egypt, hated the heat, sand, and flies.  Daniel, on the other hand, loved it, reveled in it, even.  Jack would have groaned and complained at every opportunity, marring Daniel's enjoyment of the place. </div> <bR> <div> He looked at the picture again, reassuring himself that his best friend looked happy, and closed the message.  He missed Daniel, missed having him close, missed talking to him.  </div> <bR> <div> Jack shrugged and turned back to his paperwork.  Daniel would be home in a few days.</div> <bR> <div> ~~~~~~~~~</div> <bR> <div> Early morning sun streamed into his bedroom window.  Jack yawned and stretched, enjoying the luxury of being able to stay in bed for a change.  He rolled onto his stomach, grabbed the spare pillow, bunched it up, hugged it to his chest, and turned his head to look out the window.  It promised to be a beautiful day.  </div> <bR> <div> Jack closed his eyes and let his mind drift.  He had some vague ideas of what to do today.  Things to keep his mind and body busy, but none of them really sounded appealing.  He didn't feel like doing yard work, he didn't want to waste one of the last days before winter cooped up in the house watching a game, he definitely didn't want to go back to the mountain and finish his paperwork.  He relaxed further, letting himself fall back to sleep.</div> <bR> <div> ~~~~~~~~~~</div> <bR> <div> Jack awoke with a start and looked at the clock with a groan.  He hadn't slept this late in years.  Maybe he needed it, but the extra sleep made him feel groggy and slightly hung over.  He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, sitting on the edge, burying his face in his hands, feeling out of sorts.  "Should've just gotten up," he muttered, and groaned when he stood.  His muscles were sore, his knee aching.  A quick stretch and he padded into the bathroom, starting his morning routine.</div> <bR> <div> Coffee was next.  Rich, dark coffee. <I>Just the way Daniel likes it</I>.  Where the hell had that thought come from?  He shook his head to clear it and went to the refrigerator, trying to decide what to have for breakfast while the coffee brewed.  Nothing looked good.  Jack was hungry, but couldn't think of a single appealing thing to eat. He sat down at the table, waiting for the coffee to brew, then got back up again and took another look, including the cabinets in his search this time.  Again, nothing.</div> <bR> <div> Jack filled a large mug and sipped, leaning against the counter.  His stomach growled.  <I>Okay, this is getting stupid, </I>he told himself.  <I>Make a goddamned decision</I>.  "Bacon and eggs," he said out loud, trying to convince himself that it would be a good breakfast.  </div> <bR> <div> Food ready, he sat down to eat.  The first mouthful tasted like chalk.  Jack doggedly continued to eat but gave up when the plate was half finished.  It just wasn't what he wanted.  </div> <bR> <div> Muscles tense, temper held firmly in check, Jack got up and tossed the remaining food down the garbage disposal.   He ran water to wash the dishes and had to fight the urge to hurl the plate across the room.  <I>What the hell's wrong with me today? </I>  </div> <bR> <div> Jack finished the dishes with careful, tightly controlled movements.  He grabbed another mug of coffee and sat down at the table again.  Two sips later and he was back up, prowling restlessly around the kitchen.  He walked out onto the deck, hoping the sun and warmth of the morning would help his mood.  It didn't.  Looking around, he realized he had some chores to do: trees and bushes were in need of pruning, the lawn was looking shaggy, and weeds were taking over the flower beds.  </div> <bR> <div> <I>Shower first, </I>he thought with an exasperated grunt.  At least he knew what he needed to do today.  Not what he wanted, but needed to do.  </div> <bR> <div> Jack stalked to the bathroom, adjusted the water and stepped under the stinging spray.  He allowed the warm water to stream over him, hoping it would dissolve some of the tension he was feeling.  Several minutes later he grabbed the shampoo and viciously scrubbed his head.  <I>I need to get laid,</I> he snarled to himself.  He thought about jerking off, just to relieve some tension.  With an irritable shrug he cupped his balls and lightly stroked his dick, teasing the head.  There was a twitch, a little thickening, but it just didn't feel as good as it usually did.  Jack knew that if he really jerked, kept the stroking up until he was raw, he'd eventually come, but it usually wasn't that good of an orgasm, and wouldn't help his restlessness.</div> <bR> <div> He let go of his dick with a disgusted hiss.   </div> <bR> <div> What he really wanted was a good fight, a verbal sparring match.  The really loud kind where he could let go, let it all fly.  The kind where he hollered and waved his arms and ranted and raved and didn't make sense.</div> <bR> <div> He needed Daniel.  </div> <bR> <div> Daniel was the only one he could do that with.  He'd let Jack storm, sometimes answering back with his own scathing remarks, sometimes watching with stoic silence.  Daniel was one of the few people that Jack let see that side of him.  Others got glimpses, here and there, but Daniel was the one who saw it all.  Every irritable, snarky, peevish part of him.  And was still his friend, despite it all.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel was in Egypt.</div> <bR> <div> He grabbed a wash cloth and soap, his movements short and jerky.  Jack irritably scrubbed his skin, then rinsed a final time and climbed out of the shower.   He stomped to his bedroom and jerked on jeans and a T-shirt, every movement exuding barely contained fury</div> <bR> <div> <I>STOP! </I> Jack barked to himself.  He was working himself up to a full rage.  He sighed deeply and took a few calming breaths.  To hell with the yard work.  He needed to get out, go for a drive, clear his head.  </div> <bR> <div> Calmer, he headed out to his truck.  <I>The mountains</I>, he thought.  He came alive up there. Breathing the rare air and smelling the clean scent of pine trees always made him feel calmer, more centered.</div> <bR> <div> Jack started out, following the road to the wilderness, and saw a sign for The Garden of the Gods park.  He detoured, making his way to the park entrance.  The park was beautiful.  Wild, craggy rock formations, impossibly thin, sheer red rocks reaching for the sky.  It was one of his favorite places, and he hadn't been for a while.  A drive through on his way to the mountains would start the trip nicely.</div> <bR> <div> A turn onto the road leading him into the park gave him a view of the two, thousand-foot high rock walls guarding the entrance.  The one on the right had an unusual formation at the top.  The Kissing Camels.  And it did look like two camels, kneeling and kissing, he thought with amusement.  Already the drive was relaxing him.  </div> <bR> <div> He was idly musing about the rocks, how they had formed, when his mind flashed to the picture Daniel had sent him.   Daniel standing behind two camels that looked like they were about to kiss. </div> <bR> <div>  <I>I wonder how Daniel kisses?</I>  </div> <bR> <div> <I>WHOA SHIT</I>!  Where did that thought come from?</div> <bR> <div> Jack pulled over and stared at the formation.  Why had he thought that?  He liked Daniel, loved him even, but he was straight.  </div> <bR> <div> <I>Am I?  </I>Jack asked himself quietly, not for the first time.  <I>I like women, </I>he assured himself, and he did.  But on a few occasions he had found himself attracted to men.  No, that wasn't quite right.  Not men in general, but a few, specific men.</div> <bR> <div> <I>Bi</I>?  Jack considered it carefully.  He'd never acted on his attraction to men.  It hadn't been worth the risk.  But he had wanted to, really wanted to on a few occasions.  Nothing had happened, but not because of his dick.  That particular appendage had been eager and willing.  His brain, on the other hand, had shied away from the attraction, refusing to acknowledge it.  </div> <bR> <div> If he were really, brutally honest with himself, he wanted to try it.  Wanted to know how it would feel to be with someone who was as strong as he was.  Be with someone who could give as good as he got.  Someone who could take his fits of irritability and not leave the room crying.  Someone who would accept him, warts and all.</div> <bR> <div> <I>I want Daniel</I>.</div> <bR> <div> That knowledge came to him softly, gently, something he'd known in his bones but never consciously realized.  </div> <bR> <div> "I want Daniel," he said softly, trying it out, tasting the words, seeing if saying it out loud would change his feelings.  It didn't.</div> <bR> <div> "I want Daniel," he said, more strongly this time.</div> <bR> <div> All the tension, bad temper, and anger left him in a rush.  That's what had been bothering him.  He missed Daniel.  Missed him terribly.  His life felt empty when Daniel wasn't near.  </div> <bR> <div> <I>Okay, what now? </I> Jack asked himself, starting down the road again.  It was risky, on a lot of levels.  First off, it wasn't accepted, but dammit!  He deserved a chance at happiness.  He had spent the last several years risking his life, his sanity, his SOUL, for crying out loud, for the planet and all of humanity.  All he wanted in return was a warm body to come home to.  Someone who understood, who he could talk to and kiss and make love to.       </div> <bR> <div> <I>I need a reason to keep doing this</I>.  And he did.  He'd been asking himself why he put himself through it.  Why he didn't let others handle the problems of the world.  What the hell he was fighting so damned hard for. </div> <bR> <div> On another level, a much deeper one, he was risking Daniel's friendship, and he wasn't sure he was willing to do that.  The thought of Daniel leaving him, ending their relationship, completely rejecting him, left him cold.  Was it worth it?  Was the possibility of getting laid worth everything?</div> <bR> <div> <I>It's not just about sex.</I>  And it wasn't, not at all.  It was about warmth and caring and tenderness.  It was about sharing himself fully, something he had absolutely no experience with, and something that scared him to death.  </div> <bR> <div> Jack left the park and headed up to the mountains.  As he climbed higher, he noticed that the leaves had started to turn, light touches of color here and there, like an artist had just started mixing green and gold on his palate.    </div> <bR> <div> <I>What if Daniel says no?  </I>Jack asked quietly.  <I>What if he isn't bi?  What if he is bi but doesn't want me?</I></div> <bR> <div> There, that was it, the very core of his fear.  What would he do, how would he react, if Daniel didn't want him?  Wanted other guys, but not him.  He could understand if Daniel said he was straight, but what if Daniel didn't want HIM.</div> <bR> <div> <I>Why would he want me?  I'm a broken down war horse.</I>  Jack knew that wasn't quite true, either.  Yes, he was a little older.  Yes, he had some old injuries that bothered him.  But he also had a wicked sense of humor, a sarcastic wit, and people seemed to gravitate toward him.  Not just because he was of high rank, but because they liked being with him.</div> <bR> <div> Jack pulled off the road into a lookout.  He got out of the truck and took in the mountain range laid out before him.  Pikes Peak was in front of him, its barren rock pinnacle lightly covered with snow.  The valley below him was green and alive, darkening to deep blue at the bottom.  </div> <bR> <div> <I>Nobody's complained that I've been beaten with an ugly stick, </I>he thought with a smirk.  He knew the effect he had on women.  Hell, he'd heard enough giggles, caught enough glances, to confirm it.  He'd also had that effect on the few men he'd been attracted to.  They had made it plainly obvious that they found him attractive.</div> <div> <I>Okay, he'd be crazy to say no.</I>  Jack snorted at that thought.  If only it were that simple.  </div> <bR> <div> <I>What now?  </I>Ah, that was the question.  What now?  Jack had no idea how to go about seducing a man.  Not with flowers.  Not with candy.  Well, maybe chocolate.  Daniel couldn't get enough of the stuff.  But later.  Candy was too damned sappy to start out with. </div> <bR> <div> Jack formed a vague plan, more of an outline.  If you got right down to it, he was going to have to wing it, play it by ear, test the waters.</div> <bR> <div> <I>Great plan, O'Neill.  Test the waters, </I>he told himself sarcastically.<I>  </I>Jack climbed back into his truck and headed back to the Springs.  Daniel would be home in thirty-four hours.</div> <bR> <div> ~~~~~~~~~~</div> <bR> <div> Jack stood on the ramp, just outside the security area, a bundle of nerves.  It was almost midnight and Daniel's plane was landing on schedule.  Soon.  It would start soon.  </div> <bR> <div> Passengers started flowing past.  Jack looked down the walkway, scanning the crowd for the familiar face of his friend.</div> <bR> <div> There!  Jack caught his breath.  Jesus!  Daniel was looking rumpled and mussed.  His clothes were creased, his hair tousled.  Jack could see how his shoulders drooped with fatigue.  Dammit!  The man had probably only slept for a few hours the whole trip.  He looked tired and testy and completely fuckable.</div> <bR> <div> Jack noticed something else, as well.  Daniel's long legs were stretching to their limit, not quite running, but walking fast, and he had a harried, wild look about the eyes.</div> <bR> <div> Jack chuckled when he realized what had Daniel freaked.  A woman was jogging, trying to keep up.  She was an attractive, plump blond in her forties.  She was talking animatedly, gasping a little from the pace, obviously trying like hell to keep Daniel's attention.  </div> <bR> <div> Jack bit his lip to suppress a grin and pushed away from the wall.  "Daniel!" he called.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel felt a flood of relief when he saw Jack waiting for him just past the metal detectors.  They hadn't arranged for Jack to meet him.  He had planned on catching a cab.  <I>Oh thank God!  </I>A plan of escape formed in his brain with lightening speed.  He'd been frantically trying to come up with a way to lose his unwanted companion.  She'd latched onto him during the flight, and he'd had the frightening thought that she'd planned their whole future together within the first five minutes of seeing him.</div> <bR> <div> Jack could practically see Daniel's brain whirling, and saw his expression change from harried to determined.  </div> <bR> <div> Suddenly, Jack had his arms full of disheveled archeologist.  "Jack," Daniel breathed, and kissed him.  </div> <bR> <div> Full on the lips.  </div> <bR> <div> Jack's arms flailed, not knowing where to put his hands.  Daniel's smell engulfed him, heat from his body radiating out.  Jack gave in, gathered Daniel close and kissed him back.  </div> <bR> <div> Their lips were glued together, a lover's kiss.</div> <bR> <div> It only lasted a few seconds.  Daniel broke the kiss and turned his head to look at the stunned woman standing there.</div> <bR> <div> "Lisa, I'd like you to meet my friend, Jack."</div> <bR> <div> "H . . .hi," Lisa stammered, her eyes round, her jaw dropped.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel smirked and turned back to Jack.  "Jack, this is Lisa.  She kept me company on the flight."</div> <bR> <div> "Ma'am," Jack said, unable to think of anything else.  He was still reeling from the kiss, still had Daniel comfortably in his arms.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel turned his head again and smiled gently.  "Have a safe trip home.  Thank you for making the flight seem shorter."</div> <bR> <div> Lisa turned and stumbled away, muttering something about all the good ones being gay.  Daniel waited until she had turned the corner, then stepped away from Jack and collapsed against the wall, laughing hysterically.</div> <bR> <div> "God, Jack!  I've never been so happy to see anyone in my life!" he guffawed.  "I'm so, so sorry about that, but I was desperate!"  Daniel chuckled wildly, letting the wall hold him up.  "I had this terrible fear that I'd end up married with two kids before I could stop it."</div> <bR> <div> "Glad I could help," Jack muttered.  He was still trying to pull himself together.  </div> <bR> <div> Daniel had kissed him.  </div> <bR> <div> Daniel continued laughing, and slid down the wall.  Gradually, he quieted, drew his knees up, and rested his head on them.  "I'm tired," he said softly.</div> <bR> <div> "C'mon," Jack said, reaching for Daniel's hand.  "Let's get your luggage and get you home."</div> <bR> <div> Daniel allowed Jack to pull him to his feet.  They made their way to baggage claim, collected Daniel's suitcase, and walked to Jack's truck.  Daniel fell asleep on the way, and roused only when Jack gently told him that he was home.</div> <bR> <div> Jack grabbed Daniel's bag and followed him up to the apartment.  Daniel fumbled with the keys, his eyes still half closed, and finally managed to unlock the door.  He stood in the center of the room, swaying slightly, dead on his feet.  </div> <bR> <div> Jack took in the exhausted slump of his shoulders, his unfocused eyes.  "Daniel, go take a shower, you'll sleep better if you're clean."</div> <bR> <div> Daniel nodded in agreement and stumbled toward the bathroom.  Jack walked to the bedroom, put Daniel's luggage in the corner, and back out to the kitchen.  A shower, a midnight snack, then bed.  That's what Daniel needed.  He opened the refrigerator.  It contained a bottle of wine, a half empty carton of milk, some cheese, and a jar of strawberry jam.</div> <bR> <div> Jack sighed and shook his head.  He opened a cabinet and was happy to find a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter.  PB&J and a glass of milk would have to do.  He fixed the snack and had just poured the milk when Daniel walked out dressed in sweats and a faded T-shirt.</div> <bR> <div> "Eat, then sleep," Jack ordered.  </div> <bR> <div> Daniel sat down and managed to eat half the sandwich before his eyes started sliding shut.</div> <bR> <div> "Jesus, Daniel," Jack chuckled.  "Did you sleep at all in Egypt?"</div> <bR> <div> "A few hours," Daniel muttered defensively.</div> <bR> <div> Jack snorted.  "Bed, now."</div> <bR> <div> "‘Kay," Daniel slurred in agreement.  He got up and stumbled to the bedroom, pulled back the covers, and collapsed, asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.</div> <bR> <div> Jack followed and felt a wave of tenderness rush through him.  Daniel had passed out, glasses still on, sheets still pulled back.  He gently removed the glasses, folding them and placing them   on the bedside table.  He grabbed the sheets and pulled them up, resisting the urge to kiss Daniel's head. </div> <bR> <div> Jack cleaned the kitchen, then left, closing the door securely behind him.  He walked to his truck and let his mind finally, finally think about the kiss.  The Kiss.  It wasn't really a kiss.  It had been Daniel trying to escape from the clutches of that woman, but the fact that Daniel would even consider such an action led Jack to believe that he was open, accepting of kissing a man.  </div> <bR> <div> Absolutely, completely straight men would never even think about kissing another guy, for any reason, would they?  </div> <bR> <div> All right, Jack admitted, that might be kind of feeble, but it did make sense. </div> <bR> <div> The Kiss.  Jack ran through it in his mind, remembering how soft Daniel's lips were, how he'd felt and smelled, the tingle in his own groin at the contact.  His groin was tingling now, as a matter of fact.  Thickening and twitching was more like it.  He dwelled on the kiss, lingered on it, and was throbbing with need by the time he pulled into his driveway.</div> <bR> <div> Jerking off seemed very appealing at the moment.  </div> <bR> <div> Jack got out of the truck and walked stiffly to the door, let himself in, and immediately made his way to the bedroom, not even pausing to flick on the light.  He fumbled with his fly as he crossed to the night stand, yanked open the drawer, grabbed the tube of lube, and squirted some on his fingers.</div> <bR> <div> Jack's knees started to buckle at the first, long tug.  He pushed his jeans down, stepped out of them, and climbed on the bed.  He palmed his balls, trying to draw it out, make it last longer, but his body would have none of it.  A few quick pulls and he was arching and spilling, pumping his release over his hand and T-shirt. </div> <bR> <div> "Sonofabitch," he gasped.  He had just come . . .  to the memory of Daniel's kiss.  And in record time, too.  He hadn't blown that quickly since his twenties.  </div> <bR> <div> "Goddamn," Jack rolled to his side, shaking and twitching.  He breathed deeply, trying to calm his body, and his mind.  He hadn't known what to expect, but the sudden yearning for the real thing took him by surprise.  He wanted to be with Daniel, wanted him in the same room, wanted to kiss and taste him.  </div> <bR> <div> Jack suddenly realized something else.  He had kissed Daniel back, and he hadn't mentioned it, hadn't said a word about the kiss since the apology.  What the hell did that mean?  Jack was too tired and sated to think about it further.  He let go of his softening dick, pulled his T-shirt off, and used it to clean up a bit, then pulled back the covers and crawled between the crisp sheets.  He'd think about it more tomorrow, he promised, as he drifted to sleep.</div> <bR> <div> ~~~~~~~~~~</div> <bR> <div> Daniel usually awoke slowly, groggily, fighting toward consciousness.  Today was different.  His eyes popped open, instantly awake.  </div> <bR> <div> Jack had kissed him back.  </div> <bR> <div> Daniel lay perfectly still, processing the knowledge.  He replayed the kiss, making sure he hadn't misread anything.  No, he was right.  Jack had definitely kissed him back.</div> <bR> <div> "What the fuck?" he breathed.  Since when did Jack kiss men?  </div> <bR> <div> Daniel rolled out of bed and padded into the kitchen for coffee.  He definitely needed coffee if he was going to deal with this.  </div> <bR> <div> Daniel sat at the table with a groan, holding his head in his hands, waiting for the coffee to brew.   Jet lag.  He was suffering from it and didn't want to jump to any conclusions, but the more he ran the kiss through his mind, the more he was convinced that it happened the way he originally thought.</div> <bR> <div> Why the hell would Jack do that?  Daniel knew that his brain was still fuddled, but he could think of only one reason.  Jack had wanted to kiss him back.</div> <bR> <div> Why did Jack want to kiss him?  Only two reasons came to mind.  One, Jack was desperate for contact, but that wasn't it.  Daniel knew it in his bones.  You didn't respond to just anyone like that.  You only responded like that if you wanted it.</div> <bR> <div> Jack wanted to kiss him.</div> <bR> <div> Anger flooded through Daniel.  Anger at Jack.  <I>Why the fuck would he do that?  Why would he want to kiss me?  How long has he kept his dark, little secret?  I don't know him at all.  </I>That last thought made him even angrier.  Jack was his best friend, or he thought he was.  Now, suddenly, Daniel felt abandoned, left out, and being abandoned was the worse thing of all, as far as he was concerned.  </div> <bR> <div> "Sonofabitch," he fumed.  He leapt up from the table, grabbed his keys, stuffed his feet into some shoes, and stormed out, forgetting the coffee, his cell phone, forgetting everything except how mad he was.</div> <bR> <div> A small voice in the back of his head coldly informed him that he was acting irrationally, that he was tired and irritable, and not reacting the way he should, but he ignored it, letting his anger build.  </div> <bR> <div> He finally pulled up to Jack's house, positively seething with fury.  He sprang from the car, stormed up to the front door, and started pounding.</div> <bR> <div> Jack opened the door, looking surprised.  "Daniel?  It's only . . ." he consulted his watch.  "0730.  What are you doing here?"</div> <bR> <div> "You kissed me back," Daniel hissed.</div> <bR> <div> Jack swallowed the lump in his throat.  He looked at Daniel and winced.  The man looked pissed.  Really, really pissed.</div> <bR> <div> "I. . . "</div> <bR> <div> Daniel pushed past him and stomped to the living room.  Jack walked to the stairs and looked at him, not willing to get too close just yet.  Daniel was in a glorious rage, still wearing his sweats, hair sticking up, his face flushed, fists clenched.  </div> <bR> <div> "Daniel," he started, keeping his tone of voice reasonable.</div> <bR> <div> "Don't you dare deny it, Jack," Daniel spat.  "I remember."</div> <bR> <div> "I'm not denying it," Jack said calmly, trying to sooth him.</div> <bR> <div> "And don't you fucking dare try to calm me down!"</div> <bR> <div> "Daniel," Jack said, trying to be reasonable.  "You need to calm down so we can talk about it."</div> <bR> <div> "Talk?  TALK?"  Daniel was shouting now.  "What's to talk about, Jack?  You've been lying to me for God knows how long!"</div> <bR> <div> "Lying?" </div> <bR> <div> "YES!  Lying!  How long have you been lying to me, Jack?"</div> <bR> <div> Jack started to get angry.  "I've haven't lied to you."</div> <bR> <div> "More lies!"</div> <bR> <div> "Daniel," Jack said in a tightly controlled voice.  "You're jet lagged and not thinking straight."</div> <bR> <div> "That's the problem!  Straight!  All these years you led me to believe you were straight!  I don't know you!"</div> <bR> <div> "I thought I was!" Jack roared.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel became icy calm and quiet.  "Men don't suddenly turn gay."</div> <bR> <div> "I'm not gay!"  Jack hissed.</div> <bR> <div> "Sure you're not, Jack," Daniel said in a cold voice.  "Sure you're not."  He pushed past Jack, heading for the door.</div> <bR> <div> "Don't you fucking dare leave," Jack sputtered, grabbing his arm.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel looked at the hand holding his arm, then, slowly back up to Jack's face.  "Let go," he said, in a soft, soft voice.</div> <bR> <div> Jack snatched his hand away.  "I'm bi," he hissed.</div> <bR> <div> "Bi?"  Daniel asked softly, coolly controlled.  "Men don't suddenly become bi, either, Jack."</div> <bR> <div> "I never admitted it to myself," Jack bellowed.  He scrubbed his hands viciously through his hair, needing to grab something, anything, to keep from grabbing Daniel again.  "You have no right to be so pissed about this.  You haven't been exactly forthcoming with your own sexuality."</div> <bR> <div> "I didn't kiss you."</div> <bR> <div> "Oh, really?" Jack asked, eyebrows raised, voice dripping sarcasm.</div> <bR> <div> "That was different, and you know it," Daniel's composure was starting to slip again.</div> <bR> <div> Jack turned and headed into the kitchen.</div> <bR> <div> "Where the fuck are you going?"</div> <bR> <div> "You need coffee," Jack stated bluntly. </div> <bR> <div> Daniel thought about leaving, slamming the door on his way out, but followed Jack, seething.  Jack poured a mug and pushed it toward Daniel.  The two men glared at each other for a minute, then Daniel lifted the mug and took a sip.  Jack watched silently.</div> <bR> <div> Several sips later Jack quietly said, "I figured it out Saturday."     </div> <bR> <div> Daniel looked at him, stunned.  Saturday?  That was only two days ago.  He took another sip, trying to process the information.  God.   Now that his fury was leaving him, he realized how tired he still was.  "Tell me."</div> <bR> <div> Jack explained, in halting sentences, about the e-mail and the rock formation, told how he'd been attracted in the past, but had shied away from it.  His voice grew steadier, surer.  He explained how his urges were too risky, how he had put his career first.  How he now, finally, wanted a chance at happiness, felt he deserved the chance, needed something to keep fighting for.  </div> <bR> <div> Daniel listened intently, searching Jack's eyes, looking for signs of deception, and found none.  He felt the tension leave his body.  Jack really hadn't known.  </div> <bR> <div> Jack finished by softly asking, "You're bi?"  Wanting to be sure.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel snorted.  "Celibate is more like it.  But yeah, I guess it's not the gender but the person."</div> <bR> <div> "I figured a completely straight guy wouldn't have thought to kiss me."</div> <bR> <div> Daniel snorted at that.  "Well, I was desperate, but you're probably right."</div> <bR> <div> "Why did you get so mad?"</div> <bR> <div> "I . . .I thought I didn't know you," Daniel said, embarrassed by the scene he'd created.</div> <bR> <div> "You do know me, Daniel.  Better than anyone."</div> <bR> <div> They smiled at each other.  Jack walked over to Daniel, cupped the side of his head, and gently ran his thumb over the dark circle under his eye.  "You need sleep," he murmured.  </div> <bR> <div> "Yes," Daniel agreed, leaning his head against Jack's palm.  </div> <bR> <div> "Go home, sleep, we'll talk later."</div> <bR> <div> Daniel nodded, reluctant to leave.  There was still so much to say, but it would have to wait.   He was wiped out.  </div> <bR> <div> "You okay to drive?"</div> <bR> <div> "Yeah."</div> <bR> <div> They stepped apart and walked to the door.  Daniel looked at Jack.  "I'll call you later."</div> <bR> <div> Jack smiled.  Daniel opened the door and left, his steps heavy with weariness.  Jack closed the door and leaned his head on it, letting out a gust of breath.  Daniel hadn't said he wanted Jack back, hadn't said he was interested.  He pushed away from the door with a groan.  He'd just have to wait and see what happened.</div> <bR> <div> ~~~~~~~~~~</div> <bR> <div> Grass stained and sweaty, Jack walked into his kitchen looking for something cold to drink.  His answering machine was blinking.  He pushed the button.  </div> <bR> <div> "Dinner, my place, seven."</div> <bR> <div> Seven.  Two hours away.  Two hours and he'd know.</div> <bR> <div> ~~~~~~~~~~</div> <bR> <div> Jack stood at Daniel's door, nervously twitching the collar of his black turtle neck.  He looked at his black slacks, brushing at an imaginary speck of dust.  He'd dressed with some care, wanting to look nice, and suddenly felt foolish because of it.  This was Daniel.  The man had seen him covered with mud, dripping sweat, doused by rain, gritty with sand, half frozen, and in every conceivable state of dress or undress.  It suddenly seemed ludicrous that he'd made an effort to look nice. </div> <bR> <div> Jack swore softly.  Too late now.  He shifted the bottle of wine to his left hand, and knocked.</div> <bR> <div> "It's open."</div> <bR> <div> Jack opened the door, stepped inside, and shut it securely behind him.  "Daniel, what have I told yo . . ."</div> <div> The room was filled with the soft glow of candles, soft classical music played, the table was set with snowy linen and crystal.  Delicious smells wafted from the kitchen.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel walked out of the kitchen, stopping dead when he saw Jack, letting his eyes travel over him.  His plan had been wine, dinner, talk . . . then they'd see.  The way Jack looked changed all that.  He smiled softly and walked up close.  "You look good," he said simply.  He leaned closer, inhaling deeply.  "Smell good, too."</div> <bR> <div> A tingle of anticipation started deep in Jack's belly.  He had his answer.  A small step closer and he wrapped Daniel in his arms, breathing in his scent, feeling his hard body.  "You did all this for me?" he asked, in a deep, husky voice.</div> <bR> <div> "I did it for us," Daniel breathed.  </div> <bR> <div> Jack buried his face in Daniel's neck and felt his shiver of response.  He fastened his lips to Daniel's throat, sucking gently, and groaned when he felt the man's cock twitch.  Daniel tilted his head to the side, granting further access, and slid his hands up Jack's back, pulling him closer.</div> <bR> <div> "You know, Jack.  We haven't properly kissed yet," Daniel murmured in invitation.</div> <bR> <div> "I guess not," Jack agreed, letting his tongue slide up Daniel's neck to lick and nibble at his ear lobe.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel's muscles quivered at the touch.  "Jack," he gasped softly.</div> <bR> <div> Jack lifted his head and looked into Daniel's eyes.  He saw want and need and something else.  He smiled.  "Curious?"</div> <bR> <div> "Aren't you?"</div> <bR> <div> Jack smiled again and dipped his head, covering Daniel's mouth in a soft, sweet kiss.  He was stunned by the pure, powerful reaction, both within himself and from Daniel.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel groaned and opened his lips, inviting further exploration.  His body started radiating heat, giving off the distinctive scent of arousal.  His cock thickened and lengthened, and he rolled his hips against Jack's, rubbing luxuriously, letting him know, without a doubt, how much he was wanted.</div> <bR> <div> "I brought wine," Jack whispered against Daniel's lips.  </div> <bR> <div> "Good."</div> <bR> <div> It was obvious to Jack that Daniel had no intentions of letting him go any time soon.  He lifted his head and tossed the wine bottle onto the couch, then grabbed Daniel's ass, and pulled him in tight.</div> <bR> <div> They kissed again, a hot, deep, wet kiss.</div> <bR> <div> Jack tried again.  "Daniel, dinner's going to be ruined."</div> <bR> <div> "Yes it is," Daniel agreed.  "Very ruined."  He bit Jack's neck, and chuckled deep in his throat at the shiver under his lips.</div> <bR> <div> Jack's head was spinning, this was all happening at once and he didn't know what to expect, what to do.  "Danny, I  . . . I didn't bring anything . . . "</div> <bR> <div> "I have everything we need," Daniel murmured, then pulled Jack's mouth back to his, capturing his lips in a blistering kiss.</div> <bR> <div> Jack tried one last time, tried to make Daniel understand, NEEDED Daniel to understand.  "Daniel, I don't know what the fuck I'm doing."</div> <bR> <div> "I do."  Daniel sucked on his neck, then licked and nibbled to his ear, slowly outlining the shell with his tongue.  "Do you want me, Jack?" he whispered, then delicately dipped his tongue inside.</div> <bR> <div> A deep groan tore from Jack's throat, his cock straining and throbbing.  "Yes," he breathed, rubbing his erection against Daniel's, and gasping when little shocks of pleasure shot through him.</div> <bR> <div> "Then shut the fuck up."</div> <bR> <div> Jack snorted with laughter.  "Nice mouth you've got there."</div> <bR> <div> "You'll like it a whole lot more in about five minutes," Daniel promised in a silky voice.</div> <bR> <div> Jack groaned and his cock got impossibly hard at the thought.  Daniel's mouth on him, engulfing him, sucking and licking.   "This might go fast," he warned huskily.  He didn't remember the last time he'd been this turned on.</div> <bR> <div> "That's okay," Daniel said with a soft laugh, "We've got all night.  Not due back at the mountain until Wednesday, so we can stay up."  He nipped Jack's jaw.  "Late."  His tongue slid to underneath Jack's ear.  "Very late."  He took the lobe between his teeth and bit gently.</div> <bR> <div> Jack's breath was coming in short pants.  Daniel was in ‘force of nature' mode and Jack was caught up in the storm, not minding it a bit.   "Bed?"</div> <bR> <div> "Bed," Daniel agreed, and started walking him backward, keeping their groins tightly together.</div> <bR> <div> "Daniel, don't you need to turn the oven off or something?"</div> <bR> <div> "Rather keep you turned on," Daniel said with a smirk, still walking Jack backwards.</div> <bR> <div> "Jeeez, Daniel," Jack snorted with laughter. </div> <bR> <div> "Do you trust me, Jack?"</div> <bR> <div> Jack grew serious.  "With my life."</div> <bR> <div> Daniel smiled and kissed Jack again, letting their bodies part just enough so that he could get his hands between them, and started unbuttoning Jack's shirt.  "How are the knees, Jack?"</div> <bR> <div> Jack's brain was a swirling maelstrom of sensations and impression, his hands reaching for Daniel's shirt, his lips lingering over Daniel's.  What the hell was Daniel talking about?  "Knees?" he breathed against Daniel's mouth.  The last thing on his mind was his knees.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel smirked.  "Yeah, your knees, you know, those things that help your legs bend?"</div> <bR> <div> Jack pulled his had back and frowned slightly.  Knees?  "Uh, a little sore I guess.  Why?"</div> <bR> <div> Daniel's eyes sparkled.  "I guess we get to choose from one of my two favorite positions."</div> <bR> <div> Positions?  Oh!  "What would those be?" Jack asked, slightly breathless.  He hadn't thought that far ahead.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel had Jack's shirt unbuttoned now and started caressing his chest, lightly scraping his nipples, feeling the crisp hair.  "One is laying on our sides, you spooned up behind me," he said with a smile.  "The other is me straddling you."</div> <bR> <div> Spooned?  Straddling?  Jack forced his mind to consider the words, and his dick started throbbing in anticipation.  Then he realized what Daniel had actually said.  "Uh, I thought . . ."</div> <bR> <div> Daniel pulled back, a slight frown on his face.  "Jack?  You do want this, don't you?"</div> <bR> <div> "Yes," Jack quickly assured him.  "Yes.  But . . ."</div> <bR> <div> Daniel moved away a step and looked at Jack in confusion.  "But what?"  </div> <bR> <div> "Well," Jack swallowed.  "I . . . I don't really know what I'm doing here, and I learn best from experience, and I don't want to hurt you, so . . . "</div> <bR> <div> "So?"</div> <bR> <div> "So . . . I thought you'd do me."  It came out in a rush.</div> <bR> <div> "Do you?" Daniel looked at him in astonishment, then a grin split his face.  "You don't have to do that Jack, at least not yet.  Let's ease into it.  Okay?"</div> <bR> <div> "I really want to Danny," Jack said quickly.  "I want to know what it's like, what to expect, what to do, how to move . . ." he reddened a bit and stopped talking, hoping Daniel would just accept it.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, then smiled broadly.  "Spooned up it is."</div> <bR> <div> "Spooned?"</div> <bR> <div> "It's a good position for a first time," Daniel explained quietly, stepping closer and pushing Jack's shirt off his shoulders.  "You'll have some control of the pace."</div> <bR> <div> Position?  Pace?  The reality of what they were doing came crashing in on Jack.  His arousal had waned a bit, his erection slightly deflated, and now that he wasn't distracted by lust he was getting nervous.  He swallowed convulsively.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel took in his look and body language and smiled softly in understanding.  He caught Jack's mouth in a slow, deep kiss, then quickened the pace, delving into his mouth, tasting and licking building their arousal again.  </div> <bR> <div> Jack finished unbuttoning Daniel's shirt and removed it, letting it drop to the floor.  He cupped Daniel's ass, and pulled him close again, gasping when the skin of their chests touched.  They both rolled their hips, letting the stimulation thicken them further, until the friction of Jack's zipper became almost painful for him.  "Daniel," he whispered huskily.  "Let's get naked." </div> <bR> <div> Daniel immediately reached for Jack's fly, unbuttoned it, and pulled the zipper down.  Jack returned the favor, snorting slightly when their hands got in each other's way.  Daniel pushed Jack's pants and briefs down past his hips and cupped his balls gently.  </div> <bR> <div> Jack froze, then groaned and let his head fall back, rocking his hips, relishing the sensation, the jolt of pleasure that washed through him.</div> <bR> <div> "Get on the bed, Jack."</div> <bR> <div> Jack stepped back, quickly stepped out of his shoes, socks, and pants, then climbed onto Daniel's  bed, leaning back on his elbows to watch Daniel finish undressing, drawing in a sharp hiss of arousal when Daniel's cock sprang free.  He let his gaze rake over Daniel's body, seeing him with fresh eyes, the eyes of a lover.  His heart started pounding with anticipation, his skin flushed.  It was really happening.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel dropped his pants and kicked his shoes, and the pants, across the room.  He took in the look of Jack, lying on his bed, waiting for him, and swallowed hard. Lust crashed through him, and he struggled for control.  He needed to keep this slow and easy, especially at first, and knew it was going to be a battle to do that.  His dick was straining and eager to get on with it.  He took a deep, calming breath and climbed onto the bed, stretching out next to Jack, his hands floating over his lover's skin.</div> <bR> <div> Jack wrapped his arms around Daniel and pulled him into a searing kiss and rolled onto his back.  They stayed that way, kissing for what seemed like hours, building the intensity, until they were both panting and straining, trying to devour each other.  </div> <bR> <div> Daniel moved down, dragging his tongue over Jack's neck, stopping to bite his pulse point, then lower, licking the hollow above his collar bone.  </div> <bR> <div> Jack writhed and pushed his hips up, grinding his aching cock against Daniel's hard abdomen, working up some friction.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel worked his way down Jack's body, licking and nuzzling, using his lips and tongue to increase Jack's arousal, knowing that the more turned on the man was, the more excited, the less the initial penetration would hurt, or at least the less he'd care.  The key was to make Jack crazy with want and need, and Daniel planned on doing just that.  Daniel stopped for a brief moment, crawling up and reaching into the bed side table to grab the tube of lube, then licked his way back down Jack's body, dropping the tube within easy reach.  He bypassed Jack's groin in favor of licking his inner thighs with the lightest of touches, barely whispering his tongue in intricate patterns along the soft skin.</div> <bR> <div> Jack's response was instant.  He bent his knees, planted his feet on the mattress, and let his legs flop open, allowing complete access.  </div> <bR> <div> Daniel started frantically chanting to himself, <I>controlcontrolcontrol,</I> struggling to not lose it.  The sight and feel of Jack opening himself had him on the edge.  He grabbed his own balls and gave a few sharp tugs, then once he felt himself regaining balance, bent again, moving up to the crease of Jack's thigh to give it a long, slow lick.  </div> <bR> <div> Jack's rigid dick bounced on his stomach, leaving behind a splash of clear fluid.  Daniel groaned and lapped at it, relishing the tangy taste that exploded on his tongue, then finally caught Jack's twitching cock in his mouth, using suction to draw the head in.  </div> <bR> <div> Jack tensed and arched, his hands flying to Daniel's head, his fingers lightly running through his silky hair, struggling not to push Daniel's head down, demand more.  </div> <bR> <div> Daniel kept his lips and tongue soft, their slide up and down the shaft slow and languid, not allowing any friction to build.  Every few strokes he'd stop and suck lightly, letting his tongue play with the underside of Jack's cock, before starting the slow slide again.  After several minutes he gently grasped Jack's balls, rolling them between his fingers, stroking the perineum with alternate gentle and firm strokes.</div> <bR> <div> Jack was writhing against the mattress, his head thrashing back and forth, his toes curling.  His hips started involuntarily thrusting, demanding more.  "Daniel!" </div> <bR> <div> Daniel removed his hand from Jack's groin and felt for the tube of lube.  His seeking fingers found it and popped the cap.  He poured some of the gel on his fingers, gave it a moment to warm, then moved his hand back to Jack's perineum, slicking the soft skin and letting his fingers glide lower, grazing Jack's entrance with a gentle touch, giving his cock a hard suck at the same time.  </div> <bR> <div> Jack didn't know which way to move.  He desperately wanted to thrust into Daniel's warm mouth, but he also wanted to push against his fingers, the tingling, teasing sensations making him want more.  With a groan he settled for circling his hips, alternately pushing up against Daniel's tongue and down on his fingers.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel didn't penetrate Jack right away.  He kept up a slow tease of the sensitive muscle, ringing and rubbing lightly until he felt the pucker spasm under his touch.  Then, and only then did he gently push a finger in to the first joint, giving Jack's cock another hard, long suck.</div> <bR> <div> Jack's anus clenched and he arched again, wanting to push down against the finger but not having enough control.  Jesus!  Daniel was teasing him into incoherence.  His body was alive and thrumming, blood rushing below the skin, every nerve buzzing and vibrating.  He was turned on beyond belief, and desperately, desperately needed to come.  Daniel's finger, just inside the tight ring, was twisting and turning, barely pumping, stimulating the nerves surrounding the area.</div> <bR> <div> "Daniel!" Jack implored.  "Daniel, please!"  He needed just a little more, just a little more friction to his cock and he'd be there.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel, however, had other plans.  He slowed the sucking to Jack's cock and stopped moving his finger, easing him back from the edge.  When he judged that Jack was back in control he pushed his finger gently in, all the way this time, rotating the finger slowly to facilitate its entrance.</div> <bR> <div> This time Jack did push back, hard, his body demanding Daniel to get on with it.  Daniel withdrew his finger and ringed the entrance again.  Giving Jack's cock another long hard suck, he pushed two fingers in, slowly pressing past the rings of resistance.  </div> <bR> <div> It burned and felt incredibly full, and was neither pleasant nor unpleasant, and Jack couldn't give a flying fuck.  He just wanted to come, NOW, and to hell with all these preliminaries.  "Daniel," he growled in warning, frustrated to the point of wanting to taking matters into his own hands, so to speak.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel heard Jack's tone of voice and understood.  He was feeling it too.  Putting it off any longer wouldn't serve any purpose and might actually muffle both of their orgasms.  He did take a few moments to twist and pump his fingers, trying to loosen Jack a bit more, then kneeled up.  </div> <bR> <div> "Roll onto your side," he said in a gentle voice, and helped Jack maneuver into position, on his side, slightly curled, top knee resting lightly on the mattress so he could use it for balance and leverage, as well as opening him up for easier penetration.  He grabbed the lube and slicked his cock with trembling fingers, then spooned up behind his lover, stretching his lower arm toward the headboard, and positioning his cock at the puckered entrance with his other hand.  </div> <bR> <div> Daniel paused, took a deep breath, then bit Jack's neck, pushing forward at the same time with a steady, firm pressure.  </div> <bR> <div> Jack's mind was focused on the bite, his muscles shivering at the pleasure and pain, when Daniel's cock popped past the initial resistance of his sphincter.  His mind snapped to that sensation and he focused on it instead.  </div> <bR> <div> Daniel felt huge.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel didn't move his hips any further, staying still, letting Jack get used to the sensation, but started licking and sucking at the bite mark, soothing the skin, trying to distract himself from the desperate need to thrust.  He felt Jack clench once, then relax.  He slid forward until he met the next ring of resistance and paused again, reaching with his free hand to take Jack's cock in a firm, slippery grasp.  </div> <bR> <div> Jack's hips thrust forward at the touch and Daniel went with him, keeping the light forward pressure steady.  Daniel gave Jack's cock a few slow, strong pulls.  Jack's attention moved to his cock and everything released.  Daniel slid forward until his balls were firmly nestled against Jack's ass, and they both groaned, a deep, heart wrenching sound. </div> <bR> <div> "Oh shit, Jack!" Daniel gasped, his voice and body trembling with pleasure.  "Jesus!"  Jack was so very, very tight, and hot and wet and completely overwhelming, his entire body quaking against Daniel's.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel moved his hand from Jack's cock to wrap around his chest, pulling himself closer.  His other hand moved to Jack's head, holding his skull, trying to get as much contact as possible.  </div> <bR> <div> Jack was panting harshly.  He was surrounded and filled by Daniel.  He felt him plastered to his back, his arm wrapped firmly around his chest, his hot breath on his neck, the scent of him permeating the air.   He reached up with a hand and grasped the hand Daniel had on his head, entwining their fingers. </div> <bR> <div> Daniel waited until their bodies had calmed a bit before slowly pulling out until just the head of his cock was still inside and then slowly, slowly pushing back in.  </div> <bR> <div> Jack arched his back and suddenly felt an electrical tingling boil up from his toes to the top of his head.  "Holy shit!" he gasped.  </div> <bR> <div> Daniel smiled against his neck.  He'd purposely avoided Jack's prostate earlier, wanting Jack's first experience with those particular sensations to be during penetration.</div> <bR> <div> "Feel good?" Daniel purred.</div> <bR> <div> "Fuck yeah!  Again!" Jack demanded hoarsely.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel smiled a pleased grin and pulled out almost all the way before thrusting back home.  </div> <div> "Oh God, Daniel," Jack gasped again, the tingles shooting through him once more. </div> <bR> <div> Daniel set a slow steady pace, trying to keep the angle so that Jack's prostate was brushed with every stroke.  Jack was completely undone by the sensations.  He hadn't been expecting it to be so good, the pleasure to be so intense.  After about ten strokes he was reaching for his cock, not able to hold out any longer.  </div> <bR> <div> Daniel felt his hand move down and moved his own down as well, letting Jack grab his own dick while he gently grasped the man's balls, rolling and squeezing them tenderly.  He heard Jack's breath quicken, felt his balls draw up, noticed that his thighs were tensing against his own.  His own response started with a hot, deep tingling low in his belly.  </div> <bR> <div> "Yes, Jack!" Daniel breathed.  "Come for me!"</div> <bR> <div> "Daniel!" Jack choked.  "DANIEL!"</div> <bR> <div> And he was gone, spilling over his own hand, clenching around Daniel's cock.  All his muscles locked, then spasmed wildly.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel felt it begin and shoved forward, pushing Jack more fully onto his belly, and started driving his hips sharply forward.  His own orgasm was stunningly intense, taking his breath away, leaving him shaking and twitching, fighting to stay inside Jack with each spasm.</div> <bR> <div> Jack breathed harshly, struggling for breath, fighting fiercely for control.  The physical part of his orgasm had been amazing, definitely one for the record books.  He rarely remembered specific orgasms, but he'd had a few that stood out in his time, and he knew he'd remember this one.  It was the combination of prostate, dick, and balls that had physically overwhelmed him.  But it was so much more than that.</div> <bR> <div> This was his first orgasm for Daniel.          </div> <bR> <div> Jack fought for emotional as well as physical control, sucking back the sobs that threatened to break from his throat.  Finally, he gained some semblance of control and allowed his body to sink into the mattress, boneless and sated.  </div> <bR> <div> Daniel moved a knee between Jack's legs and allowed himself to half sprawl on top of his lover, kissing and licking his neck, running a hand down Jack's side, moving their other, still entwined hands down to a more comfortable position near Jack's shoulder.  He eased them both through the euphoria, whispering how beautiful Jack was, how amazing, how glad he was that Jack had taken the chance.</div> <bR> <div> Finally, Daniel's softened cock slipped out and he slid off to the side, grasping Jack around the chest and pulling him back over a bit so they could spoon up together again.  He snuffled in Jack's nape, and relaxed.</div> <bR> <div> Jack pressed back closer to Daniel, then turned in his arms so they were facing each other.  He gave Daniel a slow, lazy kiss, relishing the taste and sensation as well as enjoying the afterglow.  His stomach growled.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel let out a snort.  "I guess we should go see how badly dinner is ruined," he said with a chuckle.</div> <bR> <div> "Hey!" Jack answered with his own snort.  "I tried to get you to at least turn the stove off."</div> <bR> <div> "Had more important things on my mind."</div> <bR> <div> "I appreciate your sense of priorities," Jack said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.</div> <bR> <div> "I thought you might," Daniel answered easily.  "Shower first?"</div> <bR> <div> "Oh yeah," Jack said with a groan.  He felt sore and sticky.  A nice hot shower sounded like just what the doctor ordered.</div> <bR> <div> They made their way into the bathroom.  Jack had been in this room hundreds of times but had never really noticed the shower before.  It was a large shower, two walls made of glass, the others of tile, with a built in bench.  He realized that this particular shower had enormous potential.  He stepped in with a grin and adjusted the water, letting it get hot, then stepped under the strong spray.  </div> <bR> <div> Daniel joined him, but they were too sated and hungry to do much more than quickly get clean, although they did soap each other up, enjoying the glide of hands over slippery skin.  They rinsed and dried off.  Daniel got out two pairs of sweats and T-shirts.  They dressed comfortably, then went to the kitchen to survey the damage. </div> <bR> <div> A red sauce was bubbling gently on the stove top, and was still fine.  Daniel opened the oven and a cloud of acrid smoke rolled out.  </div> <bR> <div> "What was that supposed to be?" Jack asked with a laugh as Daniel dumped the dish into the sink.</div> <bR> <div> "That was supposed to be Italian," Daniel smirked.</div> <bR> <div> "Hmmmm, Italian," Jack answered in his best Homer voice, snuggling up behind Daniel and licking the nape of his neck.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel laughed.  "We could always have some delivered," he offered.</div> <bR> <div> Jack gathered him close, pushing his soft cock against Daniel's buttocks.  "I'd like nothing better than licking Alfredo sauce off your chest, Doctor Jackson," he purred.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel let his had fall back to rest on Jack's shoulder, and laughed.  "Sounds good to me."</div> <bR> <div> ~~~~~~~~~~</div> <bR> <div> Later, dinner eaten, they made love again, this time Daniel insisting on bottoming.  Jack proved to be an adept pupil.  Afterward, they curled up together, and slept.</div> <bR> <div> ~~~~~~~~~~</div> <bR> <div> Daniel awoke, freezing cold.  He swore softly.  About the only thing he hated about new relationships was learning to sleep with the other person.  He and Jack had slept in the same space, during missions, for years, but had never shared a bed, or the covers, which evidently Jack was in the habit of stealing.  </div> <bR> <div> "Jack!" Daniel whispered hoarsely, tugging at a blanket.  "I'm fucking freezing!"</div> <bR> <div> Jack came instantly awake.  "Sorry," he murmured apologetically.  "I'm not used to sharing."  He grabbed the edge of the blanket and flicked it over Daniel, wrapping him in his arms.  Daniel sighed and relaxed into the warm body behind him, drifting back to sleep.</div> <bR> <div> ~~~~~~~~~~</div> <bR> <div> Jack awoke a few hours later.  Daniel had turned on his stomach and Jack's head was pillowed between his shoulder blades.  He snuggled closer and gave a contented sigh before falling asleep again.</div> <bR> <div> ~~~~~~~~~~</div> <bR> <div> Jack awoke again, this time not as pleasantly.  Evidently he and Daniel had been spooned up and his dick had been nestled between Daniel's butt cheeks.  Daniel had clenched and turned back onto his stomach, pulling Jack's dick with him.  Jack let out a howl of pain and indignation.  </div> <bR> <div> "Wha . . . ?" Daniel gasped, rudely awakened.  </div> <bR> <div> "You almost pulled my dick off!" Jack hissed, gently cupping his cock, trying to feel if there was any permanent damage.  </div> <bR> <div> "What?" Daniel asked, frowning at his irate bed partner. </div> <bR> <div> "My dick was between your ass cheeks and you must have clenched when you turned," Jack said with wounded dignity.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel's jaw dropped and he started shaking with silent laughter.  </div> <bR> <div> "It's not funny!"</div> <bR> <div> Daniel laughed harder, snorting and wheezing, trying to catch his breath.</div> <bR> <div> Jack felt his lips twitch.  "Well, okay," he conceded.  "Maybe it's a little funny."</div> <bR> <div> Daniel howled and curled up, clutching his stomach, laughing so hard the whole bed vibrated.   </div> <bR> <div> Jack waited with a mixture of amusement and irritation for Daniel to regain his composure.  Finally the laughter died to a few snorting breaths.</div> <bR> <div> "Sorry about that," Daniel said, biting his lip to keep from bursting into laughter again.</div> <bR> <div> "Well," Jack grumbled.  "I guess it was partially my fault."</div> <bR> <div> Daniel gave him a quick kiss and plastered himself to Jack's side, falling asleep within minutes.  Jack stayed awake for a while, thinking about Daniel's laughter.  It had been at his expense but he loved it anyway.  He let his mind drift.</div> <bR> <div> ~~~~~~~~~~</div> <bR> <div> Jack awoke to see the sun streaming through the window.  He was on his back this time, Daniel's head in his shoulder.  He gave Daniel a quick kiss on the top of his head and gently squirmed out from underneath, not wanting to wake him.  His morning erection was telling him to wake Daniel but he was well aware of what Daniel was like when roused from bed before he was ready, and amorous wasn't the word he'd use to describe it.</div> <bR> <div> Coffee seemed to be the sensible thing right now.  He walked into the kitchen and started a pot brewing, then headed to the bathroom, his erection deflated now.  He pissed, then started the shower.  He stood a foot or two from the wall, his arms straight, bracing himself under the spray and let his head hang, allowing the water to pound his shoulders and sluice down his back, resting his weight on one leg.  He replayed the events of last night, thought about Daniel, and wondered where it was all headed.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel woke in his usual morning fog and reached for Jack.  He was alone.  His mind became alert, fear clutching his belly.  Jack had left.  </div> <bR> <div> They hadn't talked about it, hadn't talked much at all really, but Daniel knew that he wanted Jack, and not as a buddy fuck, either.  He wanted Jack in his life, as a friend, a lover, a partner.  He felt a crushing loss that Jack had left without even waking him, telling him goodbye, letting him explain how he felt.  It seemed that Jack had decided the whole gay thing wasn't for him.  Daniel scrubbed his hands over his eyes.</div> <bR> <div> He smelled coffee.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel's hands stilled.  Coffee?  He sat up in bed and heard the shower.  His face broke into a wide grin, his stomach unclenched, and relief flooded through him.  He scrambled out of bed and headed to the bathroom, knocking on the door uncertainly.  </div> <bR> <div> Jack heard the knock, lifted his head, and snorted.  "What are you knocking for?" he called.  "We've shared a bathroom hundreds of times."</div> <bR> <div> Daniel opened the door and called out, "Sorry, a little unsure, I guess."</div> <bR> <div> Jack smiled and let his head drop again, shifting his weight to his other leg. </div> <bR> <div> Daniel quickly made use of the facilities then opened the shower door.  "Join you?"</div> <bR> <div> Jack reached out a hand and pulled him inside, tugging him close for a good morning kiss.  Daniel kissed him back and they both felt their cocks show a distinct interest.  Daniel looked at him with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.</div> <bR> <div> "Put your hands back on the wall," he instructed softly.  </div> <bR> <div> Jack's cock jumped to full hardness and he swallowed hard, bracing his hands on the wall again.  Daniel stood behind him and wrapped his arms around Jack's chest, nuzzling behind an ear.  He let his hands slide down Jack's chest to his groin and took the rigid cock in his fist, giving it a nice slow tug.  Jack's hips thrust forward at the touch.  "Keep your hands where they are," Daniel ordered.</div> <bR> <div> Jack nodded.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel let go of Jack and reached for the hand held shower head.  He adjusted the water to a gently, massaging pulse.  He nudged Jack's legs apart and snugged the shower head between them, right up against the perineum.  </div> <bR> <div> Jack groaned deeply.  The gushing water sent pulses of pleasure to his prostate and gently nudged and massaged his balls.  It was an incredible feeling.  </div> <bR> <div> Daniel knelt and used his free hand to pull Jack's cheeks apart.  He saw the puckered entrance and leaned in, dragging his tongue over the sensitive area.  </div> <bR> <div> "Jesus, Daniel!" Jack gasped, and bent over further, allowing easier access.  </div> <bR> <div> Daniel set to work, keeping his touch slow and light, teasing the nerves to awareness.  He started gently rocking the shower head, letting the water stimulate from different angles.  </div> <bR> <div> Jack was completely focused on what was being done to him.  The water was pulsing.  Daniel's tongue was working its light, gentle magic.  His cock was rock hard, rearing with need.  </div> <bR> <div> Daniel stopped rimming for a moment.  "Stroke yourself, Jack."  Then he started tonguing again, licking slowly up and over the anus, circling the ring, and occasionally pushing his tongue as far in as he could.  </div> <bR> <div> Jack took his cock in his hand and started pumping, slowly at first but picking up speed quickly.  He didn't last long under the combined assault.  He shouted and came hard, come splashing up on his chest and against the wall.  His legs trembled and threatened to buckle.  Daniel dropped the shower head and held his hips firmly, but kept working his tongue over the area, drawing out the pleasure of the orgasm.  </div> <bR> <div> Jack shuddered as waves of pleasure washed through him, then collapsed forward, letting the wall help hold him up.  Daniel licked a few more times and stood up, wrapping Jack in his arms and held him, kissing his neck and running soothing hands over his quaking body.</div> <bR> <div> Jack was drawing in great gasps of air, fighting to control his legs.  Daniel turned him and helped him sit on the bench, then picked up the shower head and replaced it in the wall bracket, turning it slightly so the warm water cascaded over both of them.  Jack rested his head against the wall for a moment then looked at Daniel.</div> <bR> <div> "I take it that worked for you?" Daniel asked with a smirk.  He took his erect cock in his hand and started stroking, meaning to get himself off as well.  </div> <bR> <div> "Oh yeah," Jack nodded, watching Daniel with interest.  He slapped his hands away and pulled his hips close.  "Let me do that for you."</div> <bR> <div> Jack hadn't gone down on him yet and Daniel didn't want to push.  He pulled his hips back.  "You don't have to do that, Jack."</div> <bR> <div> "Want too," Jack insisted, and bent his head to swipe his tongue over Daniel's straining erection.    The bench height was a little high, but Jack only had to bend his head a little to reach Daniel's dick.  He pulled Daniel to stand between his legs and moved one hand from his hips to fist the shaft, watching while the foreskin slid over the head on an up pull.  He pulled the foreskin up as far as it would go and made his tongue a sharp point, probing the opening, rimming the loose flesh. </div> <bR> <div> Daniel grasped Jack's shoulders for balance and fought the urge to thrust, shivers of delight running through him.  </div> <bR> <div> Jack moved his free hand to Daniel's balls, rolling them gently, then cupping them fully with a gently squeeze.  He took the head of Daniel's cock in his mouth, pushing back the foreskin with his tongue, and sucked.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel groaned and his hips jerked forward.</div> <bR> <div> Jack used the width of his hand around the shaft to control the depth of penetration in his mouth.  He started licking and sucking with enthusiasm, surprised by the tangy taste and silky feel of the flesh on his tongue.  </div> <bR> <div> Daniel, who had been teetering on the edge because of Jack's orgasm, growled a warning. He didn't want to come in Jack's mouth, at least not today.  He wanted Jack to get used to being with him slowly.</div> <bR> <div> Jack had other ideas.  He took Daniel's cock in as far as he could without gagging and started suckling with a rhythmic motion, mirroring it with gentle squeezes to his balls.  Daniel started thrusting in time to the pulses, moving his hips minutely to the same rhythm, each suck and thrust inching him closer to the precipice.  "Jack!" he gasped.  "Oh, shit!  Jack!"</div> <bR> <div> Jack picked up the pace, rushing Daniel toward completion.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel felt a deep tingling start in his belly and thighs, waves of pleasure racing out to encircle his balls.  His body locked, his ass clenched, and he jerked his hips forward a final time, spurting his release into Jack's mouth.</div> <bR> <div> Jack swallowed what he could and let the rest dribble down his chin, surprised and delighted that it had gone so well and that he could give Daniel this pleasure.  He kept suckling until Daniel was jerking with sensitivity, then let the softening cock slip from his lips.  He guided Daniel down on the bench beside him, feeling extremely smug.  </div> <bR> <div> Daniel drew a couple of deep, ragged breaths then turned and reached for Jack, pulling him into a ferocious kiss, delving deep into his mouth, tasting himself.  Their kisses calmed, becoming soft and slow. </div> <bR> <div> Jack pulled back and said with a smirk, "We'd better finish up before we run out of hot water."</div> <bR> <div> Daniel nodded in agreement and stood, reaching a hand to pull Jack to his feet.  They washed and rinsed, then dried off and dressed in sweats again before heading to the kitchen for coffee.  Jack poured two mugs while Daniel went to grab the newspaper.  They each took a section and sat at the table, sipping and reading in companionable silence.  </div> <bR> <div> After a few minutes Jack set his paper on the table.  "Daniel . . ." he began hesitantly.  Daniel looked at him intently, eyebrows raised, head slightly tilted, silently urging him to continue.</div> <bR> <div> "Daniel, we're . . ." Jack waggled his finger between them.  "This is real, isn't it?"</div> <bR> <div> Daniel looked at him intently, choosing his words carefully.  He nodded.  "This is as real as it gets," he confirmed.</div> <bR> <div> Jack's face broke in a wide grin.  "Sweet!" he said, then bent back to the paper.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> Daniel grinned and looked at his paper but not really seeing it, his mind shouting with triumph.  Yep.  As real as it gets.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> ~ <I>finis ~</I></div> <bR> <div> FB for this story can be sent to <A HREF="mailto:featherautant@hotmail.com" TARGET="_top" TITLE="mailto:featherautant@hotmail.com"><U>Feather Autant</U></A>.</div> <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>     <A HREF="id59_guest_authors.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Guest Authors"><U>Back to Guest Authors</U></A></div> <bR> <div>  <script> mypage="Kissing Camels"; </script>  <script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.jellycounter.com/thenew/c/c.html?id=88453"></script><noscript><a href="http://www.jellycounter.com"><img src="http://www.jellycounter.com/thenew/c/c.html?id=88453&noscript=true" border="0"></a></noscript>   </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="id96.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Out Like a Lion"><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="id139.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="MM"><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>