Title: Boyz In Bed
Authors: Brenda and ELG
Rating: NC-17
Category: ER; J/D; angst; h/c; smarm
Spoilers: S3
Summary: Um – the boys decide to spend a day in bed. There is some bondage, a blindfold, and ice cream involved. (ER)
Series: Slash Consequences AKA 12 Days of Bunnyfic: #07
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.

I could make a career out of watching him sleep.

When he's asleep, all the cares, all the responsibilities, all the worries just fall away. It's actually a little scary how young he looks. Hair all tousled, hand tucked up under his chin, perfect mouth parted just a fraction. The only downside to watching Daniel sleep is that his eyes are closed. And I do so love looking into those eyes. Of course, there's an upside, too: I'm here when he opens his eyes, and what I see there is all for me. All that love, and it's just for me. There's a deep contentment there, too, and a happiness so complete it all but shines out of him. I put that there. Me. Jack O'Neill. I gave him that happiness, and he gives it back to me a hundredfold.

I reach out carefully and touch his hair, gently rolling a strand of it between my thumb and index finger, reveling in the feel of the soft texture. Yep. Could definitely make a career out of this.

He looks better now. He didn't look so hot yesterday, though. I come back from a week's stint of training new recruits to find he'd been coping with his solitary evenings by pulling all-nighters to catch up on his translation work. It didn't take me long to drag him back here and tuck him into bed. Didn't take him long to fall asleep and stay asleep for fourteen straight hours, either.

I slide down further in the bed and burrow my head into my pillow, my face only inches from his. This is just where I like to be when he wakes up so I can get the full effect of those eyes when they slowly blink open.

A whole day to ourselves. Dannyboy doesn't know it yet, but he's not leaving this bed today. Well, okay, the bathroom is just down the hall, and that's allowed, but that's it. Anything else he wants or needs, I'm here to provide it. Coffee. Breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. The Sunday Papers, maybe. No books though. Definitely no books. If he feels the need to research something, he can research me. As for me... I've got plans for a little research myself.

He's getting restless now, making cute little scrunchy faces as the sun slips around the window shades and aims a beam right at his eyes. I grin as he mutters something incoherent. My Danny's not a morning person. Not usually anyhow. But all that is about to change...

"Hmmph…neargh…Jack…"

I can't suppress a smile because although the first two murmurs are confused and bleary, there's such happiness in that 'Jack'. Even when he's still asleep, Daniel smiles a little when he says my name.

It's no good I have to kiss him for that.

I start on his forehead and with the best possible intentions, just brush my lips lightly against his smooth warm skin and feel the texture of his fringe beneath my mouth. But he tastes and smells so wonderful it's difficult to resist kissing a line down to behind his ear, and once I'm there I have to start nuzzling, then I kiss another trail down to his neck and find I need to do a little nibbling. He's stirring a little now but Daniel has a lot of resistance to actually waking up in the mornings, which I used to find frustrating but now rather enjoy; it means you can take a lot of liberties, not to mention find new and interesting ways to try and ease him through those early morning moments. I keep nibbling his neck, very gently, and he begins to stir and mutter in his sleep, but when he moves, he rolls towards me, which I take as a sign he's enjoying my attentions.

He murmurs something incomprehensible in what could be any language and tries to burrow into the warmth of my body. I put my arms around him and start kissing the back of his neck. He shivers happily. I don't know if he's awake but just enjoying what I'm doing enough not to object or still asleep but having a happy dream in which I figure prominently; the fact I haven't heard the word 'caffeine' gasped in desperation yet, suggests he's still asleep to me. Either way he seems very happy with the liberties I'm taking. He wriggles against me a little more and I feel our groins brush against each other, and then he wriggles a little more and Oh boy, Doctor Jackson, you rub against me like that you are going to find yourself on the business end of a serious early morning ravishing…More incomprehensible little murmurs from him then that lovely mouth is pressing against my throat; he's making little suckling motions with his lips and tongue which are simultaneously innocent and incredibly arousing.

And there's that beautiful ear again. If elves had small ears, they'd have ears like Daniel, no lobes, curving up to a point, set almost flat against his head: perfection. Of course, if they had lobes, I could nibble them harder, but even very careful nibbling of these ears is very pleasurable. As I slip my tongue into his ear, he's murmuring into my neck again, something in Abydonian, something in a language I don't recognize, any minute now I should get one of those happy sleepy 'Jack's again…

"…numph…Teal'c…"

My heart stops, turns over. I whip my tongue out of his ear and stare down at that peaceful face aghast. That's when I notice the little smile. One he's trying to suppress but just can't. Daniel is *not* a poker player. Daniel is *not* asleep. Daniel is teasing his poor old Air Force Colonel. Daniel is a very naughty boy. And Daniel is so going to pay.

"Teal'c?" I repeat silkily.

"Mmmm." Burrowing a little closer, Daniel slides his hand down my body until it comes in contact with my very hard cock and wraps his fingers lightly around it. "Oh...not Teal'c," he murmurs, then opens his eyes and looks at me from under his lashes to see my reaction. For a moment I'm transfixed, drinking in the look in those eyes. There it is. There's that look that is only ever for me. But this morning there's laughter lighting those beautiful blue eyes as well. That's something else I gave him: I gave him laughter. Oh, sure, he smiled and laughed before we... began this part of our very special relationship. But now the laughter reaches his eyes. I did that. I gave him something else, too, which I pay for on a regular basis. He's secure enough to tease me unmercifully. It took a while to make him understand just how much I really love him and that I am never ever going to leave him no matter what, but he knows that now and believes it. Which is why he has his hand wrapped around my erect cock, pretending to compare it to Teal'c's in a similar state. As if he'd know.

"Oh, hi, Jack," he murmurs drowsily, injecting just a touch of surprise in his voice.

"Oh, hi, Jack," I mimic, then carefully remove his hand from my cock, and before he can draw his next breath, I've got him flat on his back and I'm stretched out over him, peering down into that lively face. His eyes are sparkling, both with love and humor. Okay, I've got a little payback coming, but right now I just *have* to taste him. I lower my face, lips just barely brushing his. As I anticipated, he's having none of that. His hand snakes behind my head and he pulls me down for a Daniel Jackson Special. For a guy with as little sexual experience as I suspect Daniel has had, he's one of the best kissers I've ever known. And, again, all that talent is just for me.

When we finally pull apart, slowly, reluctantly, he wiggles a little, making himself at home and causing our cocks to brush oh-so-lightly. "Good to have you home," he whispers drowsily.

"Hmm." I study that innocent face barely inches from mine. "A little while ago you were quite happy to have Teal'c."

He snickers and brushes his hand through my hair. "You know better than that."

He's right. I do know better. I trusted Daniel with my life for years before I took that final step and trusted him with my heart. Daniel's not the unfaithful type, and as he has actually told me, he has no reason to be unfaithful: he's found everything he wants and needs right here with me. Not that there haven't been offers. I'd have to be blind not to see the wistful - and lustful -- looks he gets on a regular basis from both males and females stationed at the SGC. Daniel, God bless 'im, is totally oblivious to them all; he only has eyes for his cranky old Colonel. And his cranky old Colonel has got his whole world right here in his arms, safe, warm, loved. And...due for a little payback...

I give him an affectionate nuzzle and then yawn and stretch. "God, I hate it when I have to go into the Mountain when there's no mission."

"What?" he stares at me aghast. "You have to go into work *today*?"

I blink at him in mystification. "You know I do, Daniel. That meeting with General Hammond and the Washington Brass?"

"No. That's next Friday." He starts off with conviction but then seeing the puzzlement in my eyes, loses confidence. "I thought it was…next Friday…" He looks small with disappointment; like a kid denied a treat he'd been looking forward to for so long.

"Sorry, Danny." I ruffle his hair and then get out of bed, stretching again. "I'm afraid it's today. You got anything planned?"

His disappointment is so acute I feel myself weakening. He looks so bereft and miserable. He thumps the pillow petulantly. "I had plenty planned," he mutters, "but it involved us both being naked and in bed…"

I grin at him. "Save those thoughts, Daniel. I'll be home by eight o'clock this evening."

"What?" He looks at the bedside clock. "You're going to be gone *twelve hours*?"

I shrug and head for the shower, adding over my shoulder, "Probably. Should be back by eight. Well, unless I have to go to that dinner thing…" Taking refuge in the shower, I stifle my laughter in a towel. Daniel might be fooled but my cock knows damned well what I've got planned for today and is still pointing skywards, making the water cascade off it like a ski-jumper going for Olympic gold. I shower in double quick time - the last thing I want is for Daniel to get back to those damned research books of his. For what I have planned though, I want to be clean - at least when we start off. Wrapping myself in a robe, I scoot back out.

Daniel's still lying in bed, still looking miserable but so damned beautiful I want to eat him up with a spoon. "Your turn," I tell him brightly.

He clambers out of bed like he's eighty and heads off for the shower without a word. I wait to see if he invites me in to help him wash behind his ears, but he's too disappointed to even want to get frisky. Something I intend to change very shortly. It does occur to me that he might perhaps have phoned the base to find out if there really is a meeting today while I was in the shower but I don't think he has. I think I fooled him pretty effectively and that disappointment is genuine. Don't worry, Danny, I am going to make it up to you. Just want you to suffer a little for that 'Teal'c' thing first…While he's showering, I speed down to the kitchen and grab a few essentials. Ice cream obviously. Maple syrup. Cream in a can. Then I grab some clean sheets from the linen cupboard. Okay, if everything goes according to plan they're going to be very sticky later but we might as well start off with everything pristine and perfect. Then I grab a couple of neckties from the closet. Just the perfect length to tie someone to the bed should a certain someone be feeling adventurous. Oh yes, and that nice soft scarf will make a perfect blindfold. Now we're set.

When Daniel emerges from the shower in a haze of steam, still disconsolately rubbing his hair with a towel, the bed has clean sheets, the old ones are tossed into the basket and I have the…equipment hidden under the bed. He looks at me and sighs, blue eyes reproachful, and my heart turns over. Damnit, I hate seeing Daniel look disappointed. And God but he looks edible in that robe. There's water running down his cheekbone, down those long, long legs. I look down at his bare feet and I want to suck Southern Comfort from off those toes. I want to peel that damp robe from his wet body and lick off every droplet. I want to…I have to swallow hard as a kaleidoscope of possibilities swirls through my head. Knowing Daniel is wet and naked under a toweling robe always plays hell with my concentration. "Maybe I could tell General Hammond I'm sick…" I murmur.

Daniel brightens up at once. "I could tell him you have a temperature and the doctor says you have to…" He looks around for inspiration. His gaze lights on the bed with its crisp clean sheets. "Have to…stay in bed all day."

At the thought of staying in bed all day my cock gives a definite twitch. It’s already very impatient and I'm feeling pretty much the same way. I have to swallow again. "I wouldn't want to make a liar of you, Daniel."

"Well I am *a* doctor." He strides across the room and looks at me appraisingly. "And I think you're *damned* hot, Jack." Resting a hand on my brow he nods before sliding his other hand between the fold of my robe and closing it over my now throbbing cock. He gives it a slight squeeze. "Oh yes, bed rest is definitely the only cure for that sort of…problem." He looks up at me slyly. "And of course as long as you stayed in bed all day, I wouldn't be lying, would I…?"

"Well..." I waffle and pretend to give it serious consideration, then give my head a sad shake. "Can't do it, Danny. God knows I'm tempted, but..." I shrug and put on my most contrite expression. "You know how it is. I'm sorry."

He looks like a twelve-year-old who's just been told Christmas has been cancelled.

"Yeah, I know," he says quietly. Where earlier his eyes had been alight with happiness and laughter, now they're dulled with disappointment. Oh shit. Not what I wanted at all. I want those blue eyes laughing again. "Hey," I say gently, and put a finger under his chin to bring his head up. With a soft chuckle, I point out, "I don't have to leave this minute..."

It takes a moment, but understanding finally dawns and he favors me with an old-fashioned look. "Are you suggesting a quick roll in the hay, Colonel?" he asks primly.

"I'm suggesting..." I slip my hand under his robe and stroke that damp, silky skin, "we start this day off right. You think I'm going to be able to concentrate on anything Hammond has to say if I walk out of here now? All I'll be able to think about is how I want to do this..." My other hand slips under the robe and it slides off his shoulders to the floor, "and this..." A hand behind his head pulls his mouth to mine. A hand on his rear brings our groins together.

Daniel lights up like a firecracker. He's making a meal of me, his tongue pushing down my throat, his hands tearing my robe off so it joins his on the floor. He's moaning and thrusting his hips and generally trying to crawl into my skin. He makes no objection whatsoever when I back him over to the bed, ease him down onto his back and go down with him. From the look on his face, he's got me just where he wants me. Which is fine by me, because I've got him just where I want him, too.

Have I mentioned what a mind-blowing kisser Daniel is? He does so love to kiss, and I oblige him, giving it all I've got to keep him distracted as I snake a hand under my pillow and pull out the first tie. He's so far gone he doesn't even realize what I'm doing until I start wrapping the second tie around his other wrist.

"Wha... Jack?" His eyes are slightly glazed and he's wearing an endearingly dumbfounded expression as he looks at the wrist I'm busily tying. "Umm... what're you doing?"

"What's it look like I'm doing, Daniel?" I ask cheerfully, checking to make sure neither wrist is bound tightly. Yep. Tight enough for him to know he's been secured; loose enough that he can get out any time he wants to.

"Looks like you're tying me to the bed," he says conversationally. "Mind if I ask why?"

Straddling my bound archaeologist, I feel my cock practically leap to attention as I look down at him, arms bound over his head, that beautiful lean body stretched out on crisp, clean sheets, those incredible blue eyes bright with interest and...excitement. All *right*. And it looks like Danny Junior is sitting up and taking notice too, in a big way.

I lean down over him, putting my weight on my arms, and nuzzle the side of his face. "Why do you think?"

He considers that for a moment. "So you can exercise your dominance over me?" he guesses.

My cock definitely likes the sound of that. I nudge his nose playfully with mine, my lips almost, but not quite, touching his. "Would you like that?" I whisper huskily.

He gives an experimental tug on his wrists and looks at me from under his lashes. "Maybe," he replies cautiously.

I close the distance between us, taking those sweet lips with mine. When we finally part, we're both gasping. I manage to gulp in enough oxygen to press, "Just... maybe?"

The muscles in his shoulders and arms tense and then relax as he unconsciously pulls against the restraints. Licking his swollen lips, he looks up at me with eyes now showing absolutely no sign of disappointment. "Well, you're the Colonel... Colonel," he says softly. And I swear he bats those eyelashes at me.

I thought I was hard before but now I'm *really* hard. And I defy any man not to be hard after Doctor Daniel Jackson's batted his great long eyelashes at him. I can't help sending another glance along those long, long legs up to that erect cock which is now standing to attention and just begging for me to suck it. I say, "Daniel, do you trust me?"

He's looking at his cock now as well, gaze traveling urgently from my mouth to its swollen head as he jerks his head invitingly, urging me towards it. My question takes him by surprise and he looks back at my face. "Within…reason," he says.

I shake my head and inch back down the bed, the inside of my knees tracing a line down the outside of his thighs. "Unconditionally."

He hesitates, moistens his lips, and then nods. "I know I'm going to regret this later, but actually, Jack, I think I do."

I say, "Good" briskly, and then pounce onto his eager cock. My mouth covers that rosy head, I swipe my tongue all around it in a way that makes his back arch with pleasure, and then I'm sucking so hard it makes his toes curl. I have to slam my hands down hard on his hips as his body jerks into the air like it's had ten thousand volts put through it. I push him down firmly onto the bed and suck him harder. When I pull back to steal a look at his face, his eyes are scrunched closed, his mouth is open and he's gasping for air. Someone who didn't know him as well as I might think he was in pain, but I know this is his encroaching orgasm expression and it's one I love to see. I dive back onto his cock and this time take it all the way in. It blows his mind when I deep-throat him. I'm having to exert a lot of pressure to keep his cute little butt on that bed now because he is trying to lunge even deeper down my throat but I'm hoping to fry his brain here and listening to those gasps of ecstasy I seem to be succeeding.

"God, Jack, slow down…too much…I'll…I'll…Oh God *Jack*…!"

Hot fluid hits the back of my throat and I swallow it down, then while he's lying there still reverberating from the aftershocks, I reach under the bed and snag that nice soft scarf. His eyes are still closed as he gasps for breath and it's a second's work to blindfold him and tie the knot at the side so he can rest his head back on the pillow without it hurting him.

"Wh-What…? Jack? Jack?"

I fit my mouth to his and kiss him tenderly. "Still here, Daniel."

"You put the damned lights out."

It seems only right and natural to slip my tongue into his open mouth, to let him savor that now very familiar taste of his own salt flavor on my tongue. The kiss soothes him and I feel his heartbeat return to normal under my hand. He kisses me back now, tentatively at first, and then more urgently. By the time we pull away to grab some breath, he's no longer jangling. I nuzzle against his ear, "If you really hate it, tell me, and I'll undo it."

"No, it's okay, I think…" He runs his tongue across his lower lip the way he always does when he's working something out. "You got any more…kinky stuff planned for this morning, Jack?"

"What, me?" I say innocently. Then I reach down under the bed and pick up the carton of ice cream.

I dig out a dollop with the spoon I remembered to bring and ponder the lean, glistening body spread out before me for my pleasure. Where to start, where to start...? So many possibilities...

"You ready?" I murmur.

"For what?" he asks cautiously.

"Ohhh, all sorts of things," I laugh softly. When he doesn't answer right away, I lean over and kiss him gently. "All good things," I assure him.

I can almost see his eyes roll under the blindfold. "I know that. You wouldn't do anything to hurt me." I'd die first, and he knows it. After I give him one more kiss, just because I can't resist that mouth, I pull back, but he stops me with, "Wait a minute, Jack. Is this... going to take a while?"

"Why, you have a pressing appointment somewhere I don't know about?" I demand, disappointed he's already thinking in terms of getting this over with.

"No, um, but you..." It takes me a moment to recognize the frustrated need in his voice; my Danny is getting turned on in a big way. "What about General Hammond?"

I grin as I sit back, having decided on my first target. "Let him find his own archaeologist." With that I carefully drop the first spoonful of ice cream on one rosy nipple.

A sharp intake of breath and Daniel arches off the bed. "Ahh! That's *cold*!"

"Too cold?" I ask innocently. "Can't have that." Leaning over, I apply my mouth to the ice cream-covered nub and slowly lap at it, until my hot tongue comes in direct contact with his hardened nipple.

"Ohh, that's... oh, yeah..."

I spend some time on the little hard mound, sucking, nipping, as he writhes under me.

"What was that?" he finally asks breathlessly.

As an answer, I abandon the nipple and fit my lips over his, allowing him to explore my mouth with his tongue, knowing he'll soon recognize the flavor.

When we break part, he's laughing softly. "Jack, you're eating Ben and Jerry's Mocha Latte ice cream off me?"

"Um hmm." I give his nose a quick kiss. "For starters."

Those expressive eyebrows are raised almost to his hairline. "Starters? What else have you got - ?"

"All in good time, Doctor Jackson, all in good time." Before he can think of another question, I've dropped another small spoonful of ice cream on him, this time on the center of his chest. I chase it around with my tongue, taking my time, planting kisses over that damp chest, worrying both nipples with my teeth, and working my way up to his throat. He's really wriggling now, his hips thrusting up to meet mine, and I hear a sudden, frustrated, "Shit!"

I stop immediately and look up quickly. "What? What's wrong?"

I can see the sheepish expression on his face even under the blindfold. "Nothing. I just... I want to touch you and I can't. I keep forgetting."

I check both ties to make sure he hasn't inadvertently tightened them - the only marks on him after today better be the love bites I plan to place at strategic locations -- then slide back so I'm once again covering him. "You want me to untie you?" I ask quietly. "It's okay, Danny -"

"No, no," he says quickly, then admits, "I kind of like it, actually. It's just hard not touching you. *Like* touching you, Jack."

This last is said with such a sweet pout, I chuckle softly as I nuzzle his neck. "You'll have your chance, Dannyboy, I promise. But right now... I'm still hungry. And we haven't made it past the first course yet..."

I'm so turned on from my little ice cream feast that my cock is throbbing like a bad tooth. I'm torn between wanting to pour maple syrup over Daniel's body and lick it off slowly and moving onto our second significant interaction of the morning. Which is when I realize I can do both. As I pick up the maple syrup, I say, "How are you doing, Doctor Jackson?"

"Oh fine, fine," Daniel murmurs. "Just wondering what you were planning to oh…"

I dribble some maple syrup at the base of his throat so it collects in the little wells above his collarbone and then I dip my tongue into it as delicately as a humming bird. A delicious shiver goes right through him. "Is that…honey…?"

I move up to slip my tongue into his mouth and he sucks on it curiously, wrists automatically pulling against the ties as he goes to put his hands around the back of my head and pull me in for a deeper kiss. I can't help finding that little frustrated spasm he gives highly arousing. There is something about the sight of my Dannyboy with that blindfold hiding his beautiful eyes and his wrists tied to the bed-head that is a definite turn-on. He's so damned…helpless. Totally at my mercy. And yet knowing he's safe.

As I unwillingly pull back for oxygen he murmurs, "Maple syrup…? What do you think I am, Jack, a waffle?"

I dip my tongue back into that sticky well of syrup and then bent my head down lower to catch a melting trickle of ice cream still lingering around his left nipple. He groans with mingled frustration and pleasure and I can feel the heat coming off him, his groin hardening again, legs splaying in unconscious invitation. I drop a dab of ice cream on his abdomen, making him gasp with the shock of the cold and then pour maple syrup on top of it, the ice cream starting to melt at once on contact with Daniel's smooth warm skin. As I bend to mix the two flavors together with my tongue I'm also reaching for the lubricant we keep under the pillow. I have mixed feelings about having sex with Daniel while he's tied up and unable to get away from me; part of me thinks it's sick, sick, sick, and another part thinks it's the hottest idea I've ever had. I decide to leave it up to him how we play this.

As I spoon maple syrup into his navel and start licking, I also slide a slicked finger up inside him carefully. His body jolts and he gives a little grunt of surprise, but a second later he's opening his legs for me. I probe him very gently with my finger and he starts to breathe faster in response. I trickle more maple syrup onto his skin, this time tracing a line down towards his groin, then I very carefully drip a line of sticky sweetness along the length of his cock. I begin to lick him hard and purposeful at the same time I thrust my finger in deeper, trying to find his prostate. He bucks against me and turns his head from side to side, whimpering, "Yes, Jack…oh yes…" As I add a second finger he pushes his hips down to meet my touch, wanting me to finger him more deeply and as my tongue lightly follows the line of syrup down his cock, he groans aloud.

I still go gooey inside when I think about the first time we made love because it was so perfect. And it was perfect because Daniel trusted me so absolutely that he was completely relaxed and just sighed with contentment when I moved in - so very carefully - for the Main Event. He was all drowsy and happy because we'd finally realized we were both in love with each other and didn't have to carry our guilty little secrets alone any longer, we drank some celebratory wine and we snuggled up in bed to kiss and cuddle, and our kissing and cuddling became more urgent, and turned into moaning and panting, and finally, about three in the morning, he whispered to me he wanted us to have sex. And we did. And it was perfect, like I said.

Afterwards, Daniel, being Daniel, went and did some reading on the subject and found it that first times aren't usually that pleasurable, that you don't usually have the best orgasm of your life and come so hard and so explosively you black out with sheer ecstasy then come around to find yourself in the loving - and frankly, a little anxious - arms of the Air Force Colonel you've won for yourself in the shooting gallery of life. So he was impressed by my technique, touched by the care I'd taken not to hurt him, and relieved to find we were so right together we get fresh proof of it every time we stray towards the bedroom. (And believe me, we stray *often*.) But I knew it was only perfect because he trusted me so much and I still get a lump in my throat every time I think about that trust of Daniel's, that unswerving faith he has in me, that absolute belief that I will never, ever hurt him. And that's why, however drunk and turned on we get, I keep a hand on the brake. We have wonderful, mind-blowing, incredible sex, but there's a line I won't go near to, let alone cross; I don't play games with Daniel that might hurt him. I don't do anything with Daniel that might hurt him. I bite him gently and I prepare him properly every single time, even when he's rolling his eyes with impatience and telling me to get the hell on with it, damnit, Jack, or he'll be coming before I've got going. When someone trusts you that much you have to be worthy of it.

I'm not sure that having sex with Daniel when he's more or less my captive is being worthy of it. I'm still debating the point as I spoon ice cream into my mouth and then quickly take the head of his cock into my mouth before the ice cream melts.

"Oh God…!"

I'd figured that combination of extreme cold and heat would be pretty effective and the way Daniel arches up off the bed suggests I'm right. I tongue the melting ice cream all around the head of his cock until it goes liquid and creamy against his now rock hard erection. He jams himself down onto my fingers so hard I feel the shock all the way up my arm.

"Please, Jack, please…Do it…Do it…"

I take another mouthful of ice cream and dribble it against his cock again. He jerks again, trying to thrust up and down simultaneously to get as far down my throat as can while also getting more than my fingers jammed up inside him.

"Oh God, Jack, *please*…"

I keep my mouth closed over his cock until the ice cream has melted, burning him with coldness before it turns to liquid heat. Only then do I lift my mouth from his cock and say quietly, "Daniel, do you want me to untie you first…?"

"No!" He's got his head thrown back like he's listening for something. As I watch he turns his head to the side so it's resting against the inside of his left arm. "Do it like this." His voice is tight with excitement and I know if I could see his eyes they'd be glittering with anticipation. I don’t think my Dannyboy has ever been so turned-on and he's not the only one. The sight of him wantonly turning his head from side to side, tied up and there for the taking, unable to see me, or touch me, mine to do with as I like, and so aroused his cock is simultaneously standing to attention and begging for release, is giving me the hard-on to beat all hard-ons. I want nothing more than to plunge into the tight silky heat of him and thrust so hard and so deep we're both screaming for mercy, but if he's blind he's not going to know when the thrusts are coming and I'm so afraid of hurting him…

"Danny, are you sure?"

"For crying out loud, Jack, will you get *on* with it!"

Well it's not most romantic invitation I've ever received in my life, but it's certainly the most urgent and my own throbbing erection is very ready to oblige. I squeeze a liberal amount of lube onto my fingers and make sure my cock is even better lubricated than usual. Daniel is urgently canting up his legs while murmuring at me to hurry, damnit, Jack, hurry. It's the work of a second to spoon a last dollop of ice cream onto his chest and as his back arches with the shock of the cold, I enter him in one smooth stroke.

And...oh God! Neither one of us are going to last long like this. All I want to do is pump into him as hard and fast and deep as I can, and he's whimpering, pulling against the ties, wrapping his legs around me, trying to get me in deeper. I lean in and smother his whimpers with my mouth. "Easy, Danny, easy. Slow down..."

His face is shiny with perspiration and his body is practically vibrating as he takes my mouth hard, then tears away. "Do it, Jack!" he hisses. "Please!"

Planting one more quick, hard kiss on that beautiful mouth, I begin to thrust, carefully, slowly at first, making sure he's getting used to the rhythm, so his body can anticipate my movements. He's a quick learner, my Danny, and his body is perfectly attuned to mine. Practice does make perfect. One thing I hadn't anticipated, though, is being unable to see his face, to read his expression, to look into those eyes. Even lost in my own passion I always look to his eyes to make sure we're both together in this, that there's no pain, that I'm giving him what he wants and needs. He squeezes his legs around me, trying to push me in even deeper and my cock takes that as permission to go full steam ahead. Ah, Christ, I can't stop now if I wanted to.

"Jack?" My name is a gasp as it leaves his lips. His head is pushed back into the pillow as far as it will go, exposing that long, white throat, and I can see the definition of the muscles in his arms and shoulders as he pulls against the ties. "Talk... talk to me."

Talk to... Jesus. Something else I never thought of. I can't see his eyes, his expression while we make love...but he can't see me either...Words start tumbling out of my mouth. I don't even know what I'm saying, but the sound of my voice combined with a particularly deep thrust sends him over the edge. His body tenses, jerks, my name is torn from his throat in a hoarse cry, and I feel his warmth spurt over our bellies. As so often happens, the very sight of his orgasm, knowing I brought him to this state, is the last thing I need. One more, hard, deep thrust and I'm coming in him -- *exploding* in him... I hear his name echo in my head, and then...

When I finally open my eyes, I'm collapsed on his chest, and the fragrance of maple syrup, mocha, sweat and Daniel fills my nostrils in the most intoxicating perfume I've ever smelled. It takes me a long moment before I gather my scattered wits enough to realize Daniel is whispering frantically, "Untie me, untie me, Jack. Please untie me..."

Taking only the time to make sure I ease carefully out of him, I scramble to the head of the bed and attack the first tie. He's tightened them so much from inadvertently pulling on them that he can't get out of them himself, and I feel a sharp pang of guilt when I see the faint marks left behind on his wrists. My hands are actually shaking as I tear away the last tie. "I'm sorry, Danny. Oh, God, I'm sorry. I never thought --"

I never get the chance to finish the thought. The instant he's free he tears off the scarf, then he's all over me, crushing me to the bed, mouth claiming mine, hands all over my body. After sucking all the breath out of me, his lips move everywhere, my forehead, my eyes, my nose, my ears. He's pressing kisses into my throat, murmuring, "Loveyousomuch, ohloveyousomuch." He's rubbing against me like a big cat, our sticky groins sliding against one another, his hands roaming over my body as if he has to touch every single inch of me and touch it *now*. Finally, he gives a huge, contented sigh and tucks his head under my chin, wrapping his legs and arms around me. "God," he sighs happily, "that was fantastic."

"Fan --?" Raising my head, I place a finger under his chin and gently raise his head until I can look into his face and see those completely contented eyes, soft with love and shining with happiness.  Oh how I missed looking into those eyes. "Then... you're okay?"

"Okay?"  He kisses my palm and then once again makes himself at home under my chin. "Somewhere in the twenty-three languages I speak," he says sleepily, "I'm sure there's a word to describe what I am. But right now I'm too tired to think what it might be." A kiss is pressed against my neck. "Thank you, Jack."

"You're thanking me for tying you up and blindfolding you?" I ask ruefully, still thinking of those marks on his wrists.

"Mmmn." A tongue tickles my throat and I shiver. "Thanking you for the most mind-blowing sex I've ever had in my life." A finger draws a lazy circle on my chest. "You, um, been planning this long?"

I wonder if I should tell him just how long I've had the fantasy of tying him to my bed?  "A while," I answer cautiously. "Just waiting for the right...time. This just seemed..."

"The right time," he finishes, rubbing a finger over my right nipple. "There's no meeting with General Hammond today, is there, Jack?"

I wince, trying to read his tone. "Uhhh, no actually. No meeting."

"That was just payback for the Teal'c thing, wasn't it?"

I place a gentle kiss very deliberately on the crown of his head. "You have to admit, Dannyboy, you deserved it."

He's a bit noncommittal on that point. "So... we've got the whole day to ourselves?"

I draw a deep breath, reveling in the wonderfully clean smell of his hair. "The whole day," I confirm happily.

My nipple is receiving quite a bit of attention now. "So, did you have anything else in mind?" he asks casually.

I think about what I've stowed under the bed. "Never did get to the whipped cream," I confess.

"Whipped cream?"

I wouldn't have thought it possible after what we've just been through, but I swear both our cocks twitch with interest at the thoughtful tone of Daniel's voice.

His head lifts and he treats me to the full effect of those blue eyes -- there it is again, that look, the one for me alone. Then he very slowly brings his lips to mine and gives me a very long demonstration of his skills as a kisser. When we finally break apart, he places one more kiss on the tip of my nose. "Better get some sleep, Colonel," he whispers huskily.

Sleep? Things were just starting to get interesting again.

"Hmm hmm." Settling back into his original position, he wriggles until I've got him wrapped in my arms to his satisfaction, then swipes the nearest nipple with his tongue and gently blows over it. "Sleep," he repeats, and I can feel the crease of his smile against my chest. "You're going to need all your strength..."

The End