Title: Once in a Blue Moon
Date: December 2, 2000
Author: JayEm
Email: Jay_Em5@yahoo.com
Status: Complete
Rating: NC17
Category: Slash
Archive: J/D and Area 52
Disclaimer: Characters belong to each other ~ but MGM has dibs.
Spoilers: none
Summary: The moon has magic….
Notes: This came out of a dream. Moon, water, lovely gentlemen <yes, even Jack> and too much time on my hands…<g>

Once in a Blue Moon

By
JayEm

The moonlight was what did it. Just a little shaft of blue-white through the trees, hitting Daniel’s eyes just *so* and highlighting planes and lines I guess I’d always noticed but never really noticed like *this*, you know?

It was kind of eerie actually, settled on the riverbank in our bare feet like Tom and Huck on the mighty Mississippi, watching the world – worlds – go by on P9J605. The night skies on the different planets we find ourselves on have never failed to amaze me. They’re an astronomer’s dream…even a rooftop hack like me. Nebulae, ringed planets so close you can almost touch them, meteors…and moons. Big moons, little moons, smooth, cratered, red, yellow, white, blue…

I like the blue ones best.

The blue-white glow makes everything just a little bit mysterious…

Like Daniel.

Looking impossibly young here beside me, but too wise around the eyes to ever be young again. Looking damn hot actually, despite the fact that the blue should look cool. Not on him it doesn’t. His eyes shine even bluer in the light, looking up at me with that half-assed grin that say he’s having fun but he doesn’t really want to admit it. That’s okay. I know it.

It took me forever to talk him into coming out here. ‘Too much work to be done, Jack.’ ‘Just one more hour.’ Kid works too much. There’s more to life than work and if he can’t see it…well, it’s my job to make sure he has some downtime. My duty even. Least I can do for my team. An overworked archaeologist is an - overworked archaeologist…not to mention a major pain in the ass. This boy can really sulk when he’s tired. A sulky Daniel…well, trust me, it isn’t pretty. Well…amend that….not much.

We promised each other a long time ago we wouldn’t do anything off world. It isn’t safe, it isn’t fair to Carter or Teal’c, it isn’t fair on a lot of levels…but damn…

He looks *really* good in the moonlight.

I give him a grin back, don’t even know how much he can see in this light…

He frowns at me; guess he can see pretty well. “Jack…”

I give him the wide-eyed look. Me? What?

His eyes sparkle and he honest-to-God laughs. “We can’t…”

I reach out and let my fingers do the talking, slipping under his shirt to touch the warm skin beneath. He shudders like he always does when I touch that little place just under his ribs. I love that. Love him, too, come to think of it.

“Jack…” Ah, the sweet sound of crumbling resolve.

I move closer, playing my tongue over his lips, asking permission. A short sigh escapes first then I’m in. Wow. Big wow factor where Daniel’s concerned. Did I mention he’s a world-class kisser? Guess not. He is; he really, really, really is. Really, really is….

A rush of blood slips down from my brain to - other places. No thinking required right now anyway. It’s all reflex from here. Hands go up, shirt goes off. Hands go down, and great day in the morning….

He’s there then he’s gone. What? Shit. Someone coming…?

No. He’s backed off and taking his pants off. Oooh-kay. I lean back and watch, trying to catch my breath and coax a little blood back northward. The moonlight hits him in all the right places. Every single one of them. My blood just stopped listening. Down it goes…

He smiles in the moonlight, reaching down to pull me up and helping me step out of my pants before backing up toward the water…

He can’t be serious.

He’s still moving so that shoots that theory all to hell.

Damn.

And I had to pull out the big guns just to get him to kiss me. He smiles again, who have a believed my mild-mannered archaeologist could do the come hither look so…so…hell…

I’m coming hither. We’re in the water. He’s touching me all over now, pulling us into the shadows of some reeds. Thinking, always thinking, that’s Daniel. The moonlight is filtered now; his eyes shine darker, looking at me with the purest kind of Danny-lust. That’s *my* look. Only mine. I slide my hands up around his shoulders and around his back, feeling the smooth skin respond with small shivers while he makes this little sighing noise. I lean into him, feeling his cock meet up with mine with a tiny jump. I want…

“Inside me, Jack…” It isn’t a question. Reading my mind again. I’ve got enough sense left to know he isn’t prepped; the last thing I want to do is hurt him. He does this little move, up and down against me. Oh, jeeze….

“It’s okay. I took care of it before we came out here…”

The little shit. He knew. Or thought he knew. Just who the hell seduced who – whom - here tonight? He does the up and down thing again - holy Maloney - and I decide it doesn’t matter. Not one bit. Great minds think alike. Great hearts…get it on…something like that. Hello…

He shifts up again and settles over my cock with a little wiggle. Water. A lot to be said for buoyancy. I kiss him hard, I want him so bad. Now. Right now. He pushes in for a kiss and pushes me into him at the same time, and it’s all I can do to hang on as feelings of warm heat and deep pleasure roll over me. I hold up for a second, catching my breath, shifting my feet against the river bottom to get some leverage. Daniel trails kisses up and down my neck and shoulder. Not exactly helping me get my balance there, buddy, but whatever you do don’t stop…

I get settled and start moving, slowly at first, feeling Daniel relax around me, pushing me further in, then I can’t stop. Don’t want to. Daniel moans and whispers encouragement in my ear while he licks all around it. Multi-tasking, damn talented guy that he is. The water adds a new twist to the old dance. Love learning new steps. Daniel moves against me with a freedom you just can’t get in a bed and I have brief thought of buying a Jacuzzi just before I feel myself about to come. I seek out Daniel’s mouth with the precision of long and familiar practice, and drown myself in the rush of sensation coming at me from above and below the water. Daniel keeps moving a little longer; warm spurts hitting my stomach tell me when he comes. So does the sudden boneless slump onto my neck.

The moonlight and water make what I can see of his back glitter with the tremors of his muscles as he comes down slowly. Our breathing returns to something closer to normal and he stirs, nipping little kisses along my shoulder as he shifts up again and I pull out.

I find his mouth again as he settles onto his feet. He’s still a little unsteady, so we just stay this way for a while. Soft kisses, slow strokes on skin…almost as good as getting there. Almost.

He breaks away, looking up at me. The moon has moved and the light is hitting him again. Just *so*. He’s got a hugely shit-eating grin on his face. Mystery solved. He knew before we came out here what I didn’t even know myself until the moonlight and his eyes and – everything.

We made that rule for a reason. It’s a good rule, we both know that, but maybe…just once in a while…it’s a rule that can be broken.

Sometimes. When the night is just right.

Maybe just once in a blue moon.

*fin*