Title: Bored Daniel
Authors: Brenda and ELG
Rating: NC-17
Category: ER; J/D; angst; h/c; smarm
Spoilers: S2; S3
Summary: Jack is watching hockey. Daniel wants Jack to play with him instead. (ER)
Series: Slash Consequences AKA 12 Days of Bunnyfic: #06
Disclaimer: Stargate Sg-1 and its characters are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the authors. This story may not be posted elsewhere without the consent of the authors.

Drone. Drone. Drone. *Drone*. There were days - and this was one of them - when Daniel really felt like putting a brick through that damned TV set. He hated sports anyway but hockey was the worst because hockey was the one game Jack just couldn't be distracted from. Not as a rule anyway, but it was still worth a try. Slumped on the couch with half a flat beer he didn't even want and nothing to do, Daniel tried his most plaintive tone:

"Jack?"

"Shssh."

And the guy who supposedly loved him hadn't even *looked* at him; gaze still completely riveted to that stupid flickering screen on which stupid three inch high men in stupid padded uniforms were skating around whacking each other with stupid hooked sticks.

He would have liked to think this was payback for the four days Daniel had spent working on that report on P3G-909, the pictograms relating what seemed to be a demise of a Hittite-derived culture that nevertheless showed signs of distinct Assyrian influence. Daniel had been a little…distracted by that he had to admit. Absorbed even. 'Obsessed' was the word Jack had used, of course, right before shutting Daniel's office door with unnecessary firmness. Something Daniel hadn't registered until five minutes later when the realization had slowly made its way past the pictograms to permeate his consciousness that Jack was mad with him. And, yes, he had fallen asleep in his office and not come home, but there wasn't much point in going home and waking Jack up when Daniel had been intending to be back in Cheyenne Mountain by 5 a.m. anyway. Of course, that hadn't panned out too well because Jack had come stomping back to the SGC to find him so admittedly Jack had sort of lost out on his sleep that way but that hadn't been Daniel's fault. And how was he supposed to know Jack would presume he'd had some kind of accident? Or was sleeping with someone else? He'd put a post-it note on his monitor reminding himself to phone Jack and tell him he wouldn't be home that night but somehow in the realization of what that last block of pictograms could mean, he'd forgotten.

He hadn't seen why Jack had to yell so loud once he'd found Daniel in his office though. You would have thought he would have been so relieved to find Daniel wasn't dead or in another guy's arms that he would have been in a *good* mood.

So, if this total absorption in a *stupid* game had been something Jack was putting on to show Daniel what it was like to be ignored for hours on end that would have been fair enough. It would have had a kind of logic to it. Jack's feelings had been hurt, his feathers were ruffled; he was acting out a little. Duly noted. Next time Daniel would try not to get so caught up in his work that he forgot - What was the phrase Jack had used? 'When you start playing with those damned artifacts it's like I don't even exist any more!' Yes. Jack had been a little pissy it had to be said. Not the happiest of campers on that occasion, and after he'd stopped feeling hurt, aggrieved, and the victim of the man's unreasonableness, Daniel had started feeling a little guilty. It had been silly of Jack to feel hurt or excluded when he was the fulcrum of Daniel's existence and always would be, but nevertheless the man obviously had felt both hurt and excluded and Daniel was sorry for that. So, if this was payback, he would put up with it and even feel that perhaps it was deserved. The trouble being, this wasn't payback. Jack really was so interested in this stupid game he wasn't even aware of Daniel except as someone who might make a noise that would stop him hearing some pointless inanity from one of those adrenalin-crazed commentators.

Daniel gave the man his best under-the-eyelashes-reproachful-look. Nothing. Hadn't even registered. He tried again, "Jack?"

"Sshhshh!"

Couldn't really have been more emphatic and a hand flapped in his direction like he was a barking dog even though the man's gaze never once left the screen.

The trouble was he'd actually done with the pictograms now. And he'd written his report. It was over there on the table. And having been so…interested in the report for the last few days meant he hadn't done much else with his time. Now it was finished with, he was feeling in need of relaxation, conversation, fun. All the things Jack had kept pestering him for when he was trying to think about the Hittites. But it had been annoying and inconsiderate when Jack was doing it; Daniel had been *working* after all. This wasn't work. This was just a stupid game. And the damned thing would be repeated endlessly throughout the night anyway and Daniel was bored *now*. The trouble with Jack was that he was just so damned unreasonable sometimes.

Unfortunately, he was also so damned handsome sometimes. And this was definitely one of those times.

When Jack was wearing his BDUs and black t-shirt, Daniel often thought the man simply couldn't get any better looking. Then he'd put on his dress blues or wear his civvies and Daniel would realize he was wrong. Utterly heart-stoppingly sexy as Jack looked in his SG-1 gear, it was possible for him to look even more desirable. Sometimes he swore Jack did it on purpose just to spite him. Why was he wearing his leather jacket in the house anyway? It was totally unnecessary. It wasn't that cold. He'd just come in from work wearing the damned thing and hadn't taken it off. He had on a pair of chinos that seemed to have no other purpose than to accentuate the length of his legs and…And damnit to hell *that* was why Jack had been late home - and consequently so near to the game starting he'd just gone 'Switch it on!' as he walked through the door before snatching up the remote and immediately losing himself in the tinnitus blare of the game. Jack had gotten his hair cut. Now what the hell had he gone and done that for? Jack always looked incredible when it was cut. He'd had that slightly spiked style where it was shorn up above his ears and you could see the different colors in it like contrasting sediments in rock, grizzled grey and brown together, the different textures deliberately exposed so anyone would feel compelled to go and run their fingers through it. You could see what wonderful skin Jack had when it was freshly cut, the vulnerability of a newly-exposed ear; the skin behind the ear which you never usually got to nuzzle into, those longer strands at the front which arced down onto his forehead and could be sucked into wet spikes…

Great. That was very fair. Sit there looking like a walking advertisement for sex while 'shushing' people who were bored, bored, *bored* with anything and everything except him.

Daniel looked at Jack hopefully. "Would you like a coffee?"

"Hmmm?"

Damn. Gaze still riveted to that damned screen.

"I'm having one, do you want one?"

A grunt which might have signified anything but which really meant 'Shut up, I'm watching hockey'.

Daniel tried again. "Are you hungry? I could ring for a pizza."

Another grunt albeit one which possibly denoted some kind of consent.

"What topping do you want? Pepperoni? Pineapple?" Not a flicker. Not a hint of interest. Daniel gritted his teeth. "Duckbilled platypus? Black plague toxins with a hint of yellow fever?"

"Whatever."

Well at least he'd got a word out of him, he supposed he should regard that as some kind of triumph.

"Exciting game is it?" Daniel said pointedly.

"Might be if I was allowed to watch it."

He hadn't even bothered looking in Daniel's direction to say that. Daniel looked around for something to throw at him. Good. Budge's 'Tutankhamen: Amenism, Atenism and Egyptian Monotheism' was within easy reach. That would do nicely.

As Daniel weighed the book in his hand and prepared to throw it, he had a sudden memory of Sha're stamping her foot in frustration and shouting at him. He'd been completely taken aback. She'd come to find him in the cartouche room on Abydos where he'd been examining the inscriptions by torchlight, the flame sending flickering shadows across hieroglyphs he'd become certain were Stargate addresses. When she'd started shouting, he'd dropped the torch in his surprise, almost burning his foot. She'd pushed a bowl of spoiled food under his nose and told him how much she hated this relic room which was stealing her husband away. Then she'd told him that she had attributes no hieroglyph could match and she would prove it. And as her husband was too foolish to remember them, she would have to remind him.

Her dance of the seven veils would have put Salome to shame and Daniel had forgotten all about Stargate addresses.

Daniel half-smiled, those bittersweet memories of his dead wife so precious he even welcomed the pain of them. He'd only known what it was to be truly in love twice in his life. Once with Sha're. And once with the man now so wrapped up in his damned hockey game he didn't even know Daniel was alive.

Daniel put his head on one side and looked back at Jack. The man was slumped in his armchair, one long leg draped over the arm of the chair, a cushion spilling awkwardly out under his left elbow, a bottle of beer in his hand he was sucking on in a way Daniel considered downright provocative, the blue light from the TV screen doing nothing to disguise how damned handsome his profile was. After a moment's reflection, Daniel put down the copy of Budge and got to his feet.

Attention still wholly absorbed by the TV, Jack didn't notice. Gritting his teeth, Daniel pulled his long-sleeved sweater vest off over his head and tossed it onto the back of the couch.

Not a blink. Sitting on the edge of the couch, Daniel pulled off his shoes and socks and pushed them under the coffee table out of the way. Okay, Jack, let's just see how single-minded you really are. He began by strolling casually around the living room, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He reveled in the feel of the carpet under his feet, curling his toes in it as it walked. Jack had a... thing about his bare feet. Wouldn't hurt to flaunt them a little. He passed the chair. He walked behind the chair. He turned and walked behind it again. Not a flicker from Jack.

Walking back toward the couch, Daniel slipped the shirt off, letting it dangle from one hand for a long moment before tossing it carelessly over the back of the couch.

"Daniel?"

His back to Jack, Daniel grinned to himself. "Jack?"

"What'cha doin'?"

Barechested and barefoot, Daniel slowly turned and gave him a wide-eyed look. "Thought I'd take a shower." Sliding his hands down his bare chest and across his ribs, he stopped when he reached his belt and began to undo the buckle.

The beer bottle was dangling unnoticed from one hand as Jack flicked his eyes between the TV and him. Not bad.

"Down here?"

"Just getting ready." He pulled smoothly on his belt and felt it slither slowly through the loops on his pants like a snake gliding through a jungle. Freeing it from the final loop, he kept his eyes on Jack and ran the belt deliberately through his fingers before tossing it onto his shirt on the back of the couch. His fly was next. At the raspy sound of the zipper being slowly opened the TV remote dropped unnoticed to the carpet with a muffled thud. You are *mine*, Colonel.

The hockey game forgotten, Jack's eyes were riveted to him as he oh-so-slowly worked his pants down over his slim hips, letting them puddle around his ankles. A provocative pause, then he lifted one foot at a time and stepped out of them. With a flick of one bare foot, he kicked them aside. Down to his briefs. The beer bottle was in danger of going the way of the remote. Better and better.

Arching his back, Daniel raised his arms in an exaggerated stretch, flaunting his wiry muscles, jutting his hips just so... A soft thud heralded the demise of the beer bottle. Gotcha!  Hiding his triumphant grin, Daniel turned away, slipped his thumbs under the elastic of his briefs, and eased them down over his rump, making sure that particular part of his anatomy was in full view of the man who was now his captive.

Tossing the briefs nonchalantly onto his discarded pants, he turned and began to stroll toward the stairs.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Jack's voice was so husky it sent a thrilling shiver up Daniel's spine.

"Thought I'd take that shower."

"Think again." Moving with all the grace and speed of a jaguar taking down its prey, Jack was behind him in an instant, arms around him, hands sliding up and down his chest. Daniel sucked in a breath as leather-clad arms brushed against his bare skin, and he unconsciously rubbed his back against the smooth leather pressed against him, like a cat begging to be petted. "The shower can wait," Jack growled into his ear.

Daniel gasped with pleasure as fingers found and pinched his nipples. "What about the game?" he managed, swallowing a moan as teeth nipped an ear.

"What game?"

Jack was nibbling a path from his ear, down his neck to his shoulder now. Concentration was difficult but Daniel managed to find his voice. "Would hate to interrupt your viewing, Colonel."

"You already did."

He arched in pleasurable pain as Jack's teeth closed on his shoulder and bit a sharp reproof. He could smell the leather of his jacket, hear it creaking as he moved against it. Jack's hands were stroking firmly down his ribcage, the calluses hard against his skin, down to his hips, then Jack's left arm snaked around his waist while his right hand closed over Daniel's cock and began to pull in steady strokes.

Jack's breath played tantalizingly against his ear as he whispered huskily. "You're working up quite a rap sheet, Daniel. Think it's high time you started paying your dues."

Daniel moaned as Jack nipped him behind the ear for punctuation then stuck his tongue in Daniel's ear and delved deep, that hand still rhythmically tugging at his cock while Jack's left arm around his waist almost lifted him off his feet. How the hell was anyone supposed to think when a guy was doing that to you? "W-what?"

Jack removed his tongue from his ear to murmur, "Heartlessly ignoring your poor old Colonel for days on end. Staying out overnight without a pass. Capriciously withholding your affection from the man who loves you - "

"I didn't - "

Another nip, harder, at the point where his neck joined his shoulder. Daniel shivered with longing and Jack pressed his mouth back against his ear to breathe huskily, "And now interrupting a damned fine game of hockey to wave your butt in my face. Definitely long overdue for punishment, I'd say."

Daniel gasped as the hand tugging at his cock slowed its rhythm. Oh God this was just the way he liked it the most, slow, firm strokes, pulling pleasure all the way up from his toes. But a minute ago he'd been the one in the driver's seat and now Jack had everything his own way again. How the hell had that happened? He pressed back against the man holding him, leather creaking tantalizingly, cold against his bare flesh. Jack was kissing him urgently behind his right ear, down the side of his neck, the back of his neck, kisses turning to nips, tugging at Daniel's skin with his teeth.

Daniel hardly noticed as Jack moved them both towards the couch, brain needing all available cells to deal with the incredible sensations currently radiating from his cock and those tormenting little nips. As Jack pressed up behind him, giving him little shoves in the ass with his chino-covered groin to keep him moving while whispering a whole load of dirty talk in his ear, Daniel blindly obeyed, hardly registering where Jack's maneuvers were taking them even when his shins were pressing against the edge of the couch, until the man took his hand from his cock and an extra hard shove from Jack's hips sent him onto his knees on the soft cushions.

"Well, what have we here…?"

Daniel turned his head in time to see Jack feeling amongst the cushions, snatching something up triumphantly from beneath them. Daniel was still feeling breathless. When Jack set out to be sexy he was *damned* good at it. He steadied himself against the back of the couch as Jack ran a hand through his hair, lifting it up and away from Daniel's right ear so he could nuzzle in behind it more thoroughly, making him whimper and quiver in a way it was difficult to disguise. It was taking everything he had not to actually beg for it but Daniel wasn't sure he wanted Jack to know how turned on he was now. He couldn't really disguise the way his cock was standing to attention, tip weeping, begging for release, but perhaps he might be able to -

Too late. Jack slipped a slicked finger up inside him and then murmured into his ear. "Someone's very eager."

As Daniel's every atom seemed to be listening breathlessly for the sound of a zipper being undone, it was difficult to pretend he didn't want what he very much hoped Jack was about to give him, but he tried to find his voice: "Well, only if you -"

The sound of that zipper being lowered scrambled the last thought in his head. He breathed in quickly in anticipation. Two fingers. He groaned and arched his back, gripping hold of the back of the couch, his fingers digging in hard in anticipation even as Jack's fingers stretched him with almost ruthless determination. That leather jacket was slapping gently against his hips, creaking enticingly every time Jack moved. They never did it like this - well hardly ever - they believed in foreplay, equality, both of them naked, lots of kissing and touching, not him bending over and taking it while Jack kept his clothes on. Daniel really didn't approve of them doing it like this. He was pretty sure Jack didn't either. The trouble was that every now and then they also both really liked it.

The fingers were withdrawn and a wet rounded tip pressed against his opening. Daniel snatched a breath, fingers tightening on the couch in anticipation. There was a tantalizing pause and then as one firm shove of Jack's hips sent that oh-so-wanted cock sliding all the way inside him, Daniel had to stifle his moan of pleasure by biting down on the back of the couch.

And...oh, God, yes! Jack was as turned on as he was and every bit as desperate for release. His fingers bit into the fabric on the back of the couch as Jack's fingers tightened on his hips to hold him steady. His whole world was a strange kaleidoscope of sounds and sensations: the material under his fingers, the creaking sound of Jack's leather coat as Jack thrust his cock deep into him, the sound of Jack's little grunts and moans, the feel of Jack's fingers on his hips tightening reflexively with each thrust, the caress of the smooth leather of Jack's coat against his bare skin, and the incredible cannot-be-described sensation of Jack's cock deep inside him, sending wave after wave of pleasure through his body until he thought he could die from it.

A sudden, particularly deep thrust hit his prostate like an arrow finding a bulls eye and he heard Jack's name from somewhere far off almost at the same instant he heard his own name torn from Jack's throat as they both achieved meltdown at almost the exact same moment. Hazily he realized his legs wouldn't hold him any longer, but as he closed his eyes he knew it was all right because Jack would catch him. Jack always caught him...

He didn't open his eyes right away. Instead he basked in the warmth of the body wrapped around him, the feel of those leather-clad arms holding him tightly, the sensation of kisses being pressed into his hair and the sound of gentle urgings in his ear to wake up. He sighed happily and wiggled like a warm, happy puppy in a basket.

"Hey." A kiss was pressed against his temple. "Are you okay?"

There was enough concern in the deep voice to bring his eyes open immediately. He twisted around so he could see the dark brown eyes watching him with more than a hint of worry. With a drowsy smile he looped an arm around Jack's neck and brought him down for a leisurely kiss. "If I was any better you'd have to start CPR," he assured him.

Immediately the worry faded and was replaced by a familiar cockiness. "Not bad, huh?"

Daniel let his hand rub up and down the soft leather covering Jack's arm. "Not bad for an old colonel with bad knees," he agreed. He winced as he received a bite on the neck for that crack. But as it was immediately soothed with an apologetic wet tongue, he didn't complain. "Beats a hockey game all to hell, doesn't it?" he asked casually. The tongue stopped its ministrations and Daniel missed the warm wetness that had been playing across his shoulder. "Jack?"

"I'm thinking," came the maddening response. When Daniel tried to twist around to see his face, those strong arms wrapped him even tighter and lips nuzzled his ear. "Beats it all to hell," Jack agreed complacently.

With a satisfied smile, Daniel settled back against the warm chest, only now coming to realize they were sitting on the floor and there was a definite draft in places that were damned uncomfortable. "This is really cold down here."

Warm hands immediately ran up and down his arms and a husky voice whispered in his ear, "You want to take this upstairs, Doctor Jackson?"

Daniel pretended to consider it. "I don't know. There's this hockey game and all..."

He felt Jack's chest vibrate with laughter. "A little late for you to be playing hard to get, Dannyboy."

Before he could protest he could play hard to get with the best of them, he lost the heat along his back and felt himself being hauled upright. He would have put up a fuss at such cavalier treatment, but when he gained his feet he found himself looking into brown eyes so soft with love he couldn't do anything except press himself against that strong, lanky frame and spend some time making up for all those kisses they'd foregone earlier.

When they finally broke apart, both breathless, he managed a whispered, "Upstairs is good."

The hockey game was still playing as they made their way upstairs.

A reasonably quick shower later, as they both headed for bed, Daniel paused by the chair in the bedroom and snagged the discarded leather jacket that had been casually hung there. When Jack looked up from his position on the edge of the bed, he saw the jacket being dangled in front of him. Eyebrows climbed inquisitively. "Daniel?"

Daniel swung the jacket suggestively. "Jack?"

Jack looked from Daniel to the jacket and back again. "You...um want me to wear this while we...?"

Daniel gave him a look from under his eyelashes that hopefully answered all his questions.

Apparently it did because Jack lost no time in accepting the jacket and slipping it on over his bare torso before sliding up on the bed to stretch out, hands behind his head, long legs crossed at the ankles. Jesus. Daniel damn near came right then and there. "You kinky for leather or something?" Jack asked casually. Oh yeah, he was nonchalant and laid-back all right. That's why his cock was standing up like an Atlas missile ready for take-off.

Climbing into bed, Daniel straddled the other man and looked down at the face and body he had come to know better than his own. "No," he replied, dipping his head to taste the chest framed so tantalizingly with leather. "Just you..."

He breathed in the scent of Jack and leather luxuriously. God but that man smelt good. Mouthing a nipple was something he just had to do. He bit down very gently and Jack gave a little hiss. "Watch the bodywork," the man grumbled.

Daniel glanced up at him slyly. "Always do."

"And?" Jack still had his hands behind his head and that smug look on his face.

Daniel moved over to mouth his other nipple to a rock hard nub before looking at him from under his eyelashes. "Could do with a respray but…"

Damnit to hell, how did Jack *do* that? He never saw that move coming and the guy was ten years older than he was, but when Jack wanted to really move he was fast. Somehow Daniel was now flat on his back and breathless and Jack was straddling him, Daniel's arms pinned to the bed above his head.

"You have really got to work on that self-defense, Daniel."

It was lucky for Jack he looked so damned sexy when he was pleased with himself. Daniel narrowed his eyes. "Some people are so sensitive to criticism."

Jack bent his head and breathed on Daniel's left nipple. Daniel had arched in response before he could stop himself. A hot tongue flicked over his heated nipple, making it harden to aching readiness. Teeth closed on it gently and Daniel made an inarticulate sound. "Caveman," he gasped.

Jack jerked his head up and Daniel immediately missed the heat of that mouth against his skin. "I was the one who was happy to watch the game. You were the one who wanted to play dirty."

Daniel gave him his most innocent look. "All I was doing was getting ready to take a shower."

"You damned near sat in my lap."

Daniel glanced at him from under his eyelashes. "No. That would have been my next move if the striptease hadn't worked."

Jack grinned and bent to kiss him, letting go of Daniel's arms to cup his face in his hands, their tongues gliding together comfortably. Daniel sighed with contentment as Jack's body was slowly lowered onto his, that familiar chest hair brushing against his own bare skin, that taut stomach warming his, that erect cock as hot and hard as his own. He wrapped his legs around the man, opening up to let Jack excavate for his tonsils as deep as he liked. They rubbed their groins together in a leisurely rhythm as they kissed, wanting to stay aroused but not take it too far too fast this time. That hard hot fuck on the couch had got the initial hunger out of the way, this was dessert and they could savor it as much as they liked.

When they pulled apart for oxygen, Daniel gazed up at the man above him and slowly unhooked his legs from around him. He knew what he wanted and they were in the wrong position.  Jack…" he murmured, as he put a hand on the man's shoulder. They knew each other so well by now that was all it took, and Jack obligingly moved over, rolling onto his back so Daniel had free rein to explore him as thoroughly as he wanted.

With another sigh of happiness, Daniel rolled on top and pressed his mouth against Jack's neck then began to kiss a trail down to his chest. He wriggled down the bed to lick his nipples again before following the path of his ribcage, running his tongue across every piece of scar tissue he found, all those little shiny ridges of flesh from missions that had almost ended in disaster, kissing old hurts better; wanting to suck the pain into himself so that it could never touch Jack again, even in his dreams. He reached up and kissed that scar bisecting the man's left eyebrow, then spent a moment nuzzling his left shoulder giving special attention to the place where the spike had impaled him. There was no scar on Jack's skin there, but there was definitely one in Daniel's mind corresponding to that place. Then he kissed a path slowly down Jack's body, ignoring that straining erection to lick and kiss the place on Jack's thigh where the staff weapon blast had left him wounded, closing his eyes as he remembered the sight of it crusted and seared by the blast which could so easily have killed him.

Jack's hand in his hair, gently urging him towards his cock reminded Daniel what he was here for. He knelt up and put his hands on Jack's hips then bent and took the aching head into his mouth, sucking it lightly at first, then taking it in deeper, sucking harder, harder still, and even deeper. He was still learning this, a trick he wanted to master, to do what Jack could do and relax his throat, take it right to the back without gagging. Give Jack the best damned blow-job he'd ever known.

"Oh Dannyboy…" Jack was gasping it and it was taking all of Daniel's strength to hold his hips on the bed as he lunged up with pleasure. "Oh Daniel…What you do to me…What you…"

Hot fluid hit the back of his throat and Daniel swallowed it triumphantly. He was definitely getting better at this. It wasn't so long before that the idea of this would have revolted him. On any other guy it would still have revolted him if he was honest. He could no more have gone down on any other man in the SGC than spontaneously burst into flames, but this wasn't a man's cock in his mouth, exploding with pleasure at the skilful touch of his tongue; this was Jack's cock. And everything about Jack was beautiful, desirable, and - if he was honest - downright irresistible to him. There had never been a time since he'd returned to Earth, looking back, when he wouldn't have given Jack anything he'd asked for. But it had taken Jack two and a half years to get around to asking for it and in that interval Daniel had been given plenty of time to realize just how much he wanted to give it too.

He kissed the softening cock lovingly, licking it clean and then crawled up the bed to where Jack was watching him, that look of such incredible tenderness in his brown eyes which always made Daniel's heart pause for a second before doing a handstand. Jack stretched up a hand to cup the back of Daniel's head, pulling him in for a slow, leisurely kiss.

Jack's fingers furrowed through his hair as they kissed, and then his hands were at the side of his head, two callused thumbs very gently stroking his cheekbones. "God, you're beautiful," the man said hoarsely. "I must have done something very good in another life to deserve you because I'm damned sure it's nothing I did in this one."

Daniel flinched from that look in Jack's eyes, the bleakness for Jack O'Neill that was never far behind the infinite love, patience and compassion which was always there for Daniel Jackson. He wished the love that lived there for him spilled over into some affection for their owner. "I wish you could see yourself as I do," he said softly.

Jack frowned, still playing with his hair, disordering the fringe on purpose then ruffling the sides of it gently. Another reason Daniel was glad he had short hair now; Jack could make enough of a mess of it even at this length. "How do you see me?"

"Oh," Daniel shrugged. "As everything I ever wanted, dreamed of and hoped for. You know - that kind of thing."

"Oh is that all?" Jack put his head on one side and scrunched his fingers up through Daniel's hair to make it stick up like it did in the mornings, admiring the effect as he did so.

"Pretty much. Must you do that?"

"You have no idea how cute you look when I do this."

"I know it takes me twenty minutes to comb it back into some kind of shape." Daniel looked at Jack sideways. "And I think you now owe me some kind of passionate declaration along the lines that I am your whole world and you couldn't possibly live without me…?"

Jack licked his lips. "Well, given the fact you still have a hard-on, I owe you a reward for that damned fine piece of suction, and I've always been much more of a 'show' rather than a 'tell' kind of guy, I think I might just demonstrate instead."

Daniel also licked his lips. "I could…live with that."

With a slow smile, Jack moved closer. Daniel wondered if this was what a small animal felt like when mesmerized by a sensuously dancing cobra. With that leather jacket over his naked torso Jack looked both dangerous and unbelievably desirable. Warm lips covered his and he closed his eyes with a sigh, feeling himself being easily guided down onto his back. Hands glided over his body, and he reveled in the feel of hard calluses rubbing over the sensitive skin of his ribs. Those same capable hands that could field strip an MP5 and competently handle any weapon thrust into them were infinitely gentle with him, knowingly caressing his body, teasing him with the promise of things to come. Those same dark eyes that could be hard and cold when dealing with a threat to the team were soft and tender when they looked down at him. The same mouth that could snap out life-saving orders and taunt System Lords could whisper dirty talk and loving words alike... and could bring him the most incredible, unselfish pleasure he'd ever experienced...

A moan escaped his lips as that mouth traveled down his body, teeth nipping, tongue licking, lips suckling. When Jack began nuzzling the inside of his thigh, he whimpered, nearly coming off the bed. A husky chuckle sounded from the region of his groin and his hips were firmly held in place. "All things come to those who wait, Dannyboy."

Jack's thumbs were lightly caressing the inside of his thighs and Daniel threw his head hard back into his pillow. "I think I've waited long enough, Jack," he gritted out.

"Ya think?"

Before he could formulate a coherent reply, his straining cock was fully taken into Jack's hot, wet mouth. "Oh, God! Jack!" His voice broke on Jack's name as he felt pleasure rocket through him. He couldn't stop his hips from bucking, but Jack was strong enough and experienced enough to keep him from thrusting too deeply. Thank goodness one of them still had some control. He was completely lost in the wave upon wave of sensation washing through him. His fingers were buried in his pillow on either side of his head, his neck was arched back as far as he could get it, and as always, it was the same thought rushing through his head: this was Jack doing this to him, this was Jack with his cock in his mouth, this was Jack sucking him so hard he felt like he was turning inside out...

And then he did. He exploded from within and shattered into a billion pieces.

He was vaguely aware of strong arms maneuvering him around, of being pressed tight against a familiar warmth... and he smelled leather. He took a long, deep breath, savoring the intoxicating smell of leather and Jack and nuzzled the fuzzy chest pressed against his face. Fingers leisurely trailed through his hair and every now and then a kiss was dropped onto the top of his head.

"I love you so much," he breathed. "So much."

The hands stopped their absent-minded grooming, then fingers came down to gently tip his chin so he was looking up into serious chocolate brown eyes. Very deliberately, his voice an emotion-charged whisper, Jack said, "You are my whole world, Danny, and I couldn't possibly live without you."

Daniel felt his eyes sting and quickly buried his face in that safe haven under Jack's chin. Leather clad arms immediately tightened around him and a warm hand trailed up and down his back in a soothing motion. Jack didn't say anything, just gave him the time he needed to get his emotions under control. After several moments, and a definite sniff, he raised his head, framed Jack's face with his hands, and brought their mouths together. He was almost fierce in his efforts to draw as much of Jack into himself as possible, and Jack let him take all he needed. But then Jack began to gentle him, calm him, ease him into a languorous, restoring kiss.

When they finally broke apart, Daniel rested his forehead against Jack's and sighed happily, smiling when the other man moved to lightly kiss his eyes.  "Sure does beat hockey all to hell," Jack murmured.

Grinning, Daniel began to snuggle down beside him, but stopped as Jack struggled out of the leather jacket. It had become rather warm under that leather in the course of  their lovemaking, and he had a time getting it off. Daniel thought the man would just drape it over the foot of the bed, but instead Jack held it for a moment, then cocked his head, looking at Daniel with a thoughtful expression.

"Jack?"

Mischief in his dark eyes, Jack dropped the jacket onto the bed. "We might want this later," he said cryptically. When he opened his arms, Daniel moved into them with the ease of long practice and they automatically adapted the position that was like second nature to them now, legs intertwined, Daniel's head pressed against Jack's chest, Jack's arms around him, keeping him close.

As Daniel began to drift off, Jack murmured, "Daniel?"

"Hmm?"

"You remember when you were parading around downstairs bare-assed?"

Daniel licked a nearby nipple, then blew on it before answering. "Not something I'm likely to forget soon, Jack. Why?"

"No reason."

Daniel caught the hardened nipple between his teeth and bit gently.

"Okay," Jack said quickly, his instinct for self-preservation kicking in, "was just thinking."

"About?"

"About how you might want to do it again sometime?"

Grinning, Daniel soothed the hard nub with his tongue. "Might," he agreed.

"And about how you might want to do it wearing that jacket."

Daniel's eyes widened a little as he thought about that. Jack had tried to keep his voice casual, but he had heard the thread of excitement behind the words. He rubbed his nose against the soft chest hair and wiggled a little until he was completely comfortable. "You kinky for leather, Jack?" he teased.

He heard a rumble deep in Jack's chest, then felt the kiss pressed into his hair. "Nope. Just for you, Danny. Just for you."

The End