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For no reason other than it's Thursday :-)
Take those off," Jack says quietly. It isn't an order: Daniel clearly hears the slight rise in his voice that shades it into a question. But there's no question of not complying.
He licks dry lips and thumbs open his buttons, inching the fly apart slowly. He pauses for a moment to lock his eyes on Jack's before he slides his fingers under the waistband of his fatigue pants and shorts and hooks them off in one deliberate out and down movement, dropping them at knee level to slide down his calves under their own weight and puddle over his boots. He stands straight and still and listens to the beat of his own blood in the silence.
Jack stares at him, standing there in front of him. He runs his gaze deliberately from Daniel's eyes down the length of his body. Daniel feels himself warming under Jack's intent scrutiny, but forces himself to stand still and wait, watching Jack watching him. When he gets to his groin, and Daniel's cock poking ruddy and proud between the fronts of his jacket, Jack catches his bottom lip between his teeth and smiles, jerking his chin forward with a quick up and down of his brows as he looks Daniel in the eye again.
"That for me?"
"I don't see anyone else here, do you?" Daniel's chin comes up with a hint of challenge.
"Nope." Jack's eyes are coal-black, unreadable in the half-light.
"Like what you see?"
"Uh huh."
"How much?"
Jack surges forwards and drops like a stone. Strong fingers dig into Daniel's hips, push them back against the wall. Stubble rasps against his belly, prickly and perfect. Hot breath tantalises his groin as Jack nuzzles and sniffs. Then hallelujah, slick heat and dragging friction as Jack's lips close tightly around his shaft and he sucks strongly.
One hand releases its death grip on his hip and slides round lingeringly towards his ass. Daniel obligingly shifts his legs as wide apart as he can, and both Jack's hands tighten in approval for a second or two before long, sure fingers trail round to his cleft and trace it down to his favourite hotspot, delicious pressure just behind his balls.
His fingers dig into Jack's shoulders and he gasps his appreciation in a quick huff of breath. Because that just feels too good. It's quick and nasty and he loves it. Jack knows it and the lips round his dick slacken off for a moment; Daniel knows he wants to grin smugly but can't because his mouth is full. But there isn't time to waste on that: Daniel's hurtling towards a stupendous orgasm and doesn't want to stop the ride for anything. So he tightens his fingers warningly and Jack takes the hint, tightening up again but relaxing his throat, swallowing him down as far as he can.
Daniel feels the head of his cock bump against the back of Jack's throat and yes, that's it. His heart hammers, his balls tingle and draw up, he feels his cock swell slightly and knows he's poised on the brink. Jack growls encouragement from somewhere deep in his chest and the vibrations so do it for him. White hot pleasure crests and breaks, the backwash intensifying every time Jack's tongue kneads him as he swallows, until he can stand no more and taps Jack on the shoulder to tell him so. He's dimly aware of the draught of cooler air hitting his softening dick and making it twitch in aftershock as strong hands support him on his slide down the wall, but all he can do is gulp air.
Daniel's breathing gradually slows and he feels a bony, solid knee nudging against the side of his thigh. He grunts, "Gimme a minute here."
"Jeeze, no hurry, Danny-boy. Take all the time you need. It's not like we haven't got oh, at least ten minutes before Carter and Teal'c get back here." The sarcasm is thick, impatience laid on with a trowel, but Daniel can also hear the ragged intake of breath between sentences and it makes him smile as he opens his eyes.
Daniel glances round, sees Jack, dick in hand, legs sprawled wide and back to the wall, beside him on the floor. He grins and rolls onto his knees, then gestures Jack's hand away with a flick of his eyebrows and glances at his watch.
"We've got at least twenty, but tell you what, flyboy. I'll finish you in six," he says buoyantly. "Start the clock."
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feather_autant who gave me permission to post this here :-)
Take those off," Jack says quietly. It isn't an order: Daniel clearly hears the slight rise in his voice that shades it into a question. But there's no question of not complying.
He licks dry lips and thumbs open his buttons, inching the fly apart slowly. He pauses for a moment to lock his eyes on Jack's before he slides his fingers under the waistband of his fatigue pants and shorts and hooks them off in one deliberate out and down movement, dropping them at knee level to slide down his calves under their own weight and puddle over his boots. He stands straight and still and listens to the beat of his own blood in the silence.
Jack stares at him, standing there in front of him. He runs his gaze deliberately from Daniel's eyes down the length of his body. Daniel feels himself warming under Jack's intent scrutiny, but forces himself to stand still and wait, watching Jack watching him. When he gets to his groin, and Daniel's cock poking ruddy and proud between the fronts of his jacket, Jack catches his bottom lip between his teeth and smiles, jerking his chin forward with a quick up and down of his brows as he looks Daniel in the eye again.
"That for me?"
"I don't see anyone else here, do you?" Daniel's chin comes up with a hint of challenge.
"Nope." Jack's eyes are coal-black, unreadable in the half-light.
"Like what you see?"
"Uh huh."
"How much?"
Jack surges forwards and drops like a stone. Strong fingers dig into Daniel's hips, push them back against the wall. Stubble rasps against his belly, prickly and perfect. Hot breath tantalises his groin as Jack nuzzles and sniffs. Then hallelujah, slick heat and dragging friction as Jack's lips close tightly around his shaft and he sucks strongly.
One hand releases its death grip on his hip and slides round lingeringly towards his ass. Daniel obligingly shifts his legs as wide apart as he can, and both Jack's hands tighten in approval for a second or two before long, sure fingers trail round to his cleft and trace it down to his favourite hotspot, delicious pressure just behind his balls.
His fingers dig into Jack's shoulders and he gasps his appreciation in a quick huff of breath. Because that just feels too good. It's quick and nasty and he loves it. Jack knows it and the lips round his dick slacken off for a moment; Daniel knows he wants to grin smugly but can't because his mouth is full. But there isn't time to waste on that: Daniel's hurtling towards a stupendous orgasm and doesn't want to stop the ride for anything. So he tightens his fingers warningly and Jack takes the hint, tightening up again but relaxing his throat, swallowing him down as far as he can.
Daniel feels the head of his cock bump against the back of Jack's throat and yes, that's it. His heart hammers, his balls tingle and draw up, he feels his cock swell slightly and knows he's poised on the brink. Jack growls encouragement from somewhere deep in his chest and the vibrations so do it for him. White hot pleasure crests and breaks, the backwash intensifying every time Jack's tongue kneads him as he swallows, until he can stand no more and taps Jack on the shoulder to tell him so. He's dimly aware of the draught of cooler air hitting his softening dick and making it twitch in aftershock as strong hands support him on his slide down the wall, but all he can do is gulp air.
Daniel's breathing gradually slows and he feels a bony, solid knee nudging against the side of his thigh. He grunts, "Gimme a minute here."
"Jeeze, no hurry, Danny-boy. Take all the time you need. It's not like we haven't got oh, at least ten minutes before Carter and Teal'c get back here." The sarcasm is thick, impatience laid on with a trowel, but Daniel can also hear the ragged intake of breath between sentences and it makes him smile as he opens his eyes.
Daniel glances round, sees Jack, dick in hand, legs sprawled wide and back to the wall, beside him on the floor. He grins and rolls onto his knees, then gestures Jack's hand away with a flick of his eyebrows and glances at his watch.
"We've got at least twenty, but tell you what, flyboy. I'll finish you in six," he says buoyantly. "Start the clock."
Thanks to
feather_autant who gave me permission to post this here :-)
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Seriously, that is one killer ficlet. Hot, dirty, sexy and as I said 'guh'. What really broke me was the last two images, Jack jerking off and Daniel happily leaning in to give him a hand.
Just... wow. Thanks for sharing!
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Equally seriously, that is one killer icon: love the rainbow, *very* clever :-))
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That went down perfectly with lunch.
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Glad you enjoyed, MsB :-)
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And I'm *lovin'* your one :-)
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:-)
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The 'e' word... ;-)
Going to add it to the FDAS archive?
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Re: The 'p' word... ;-)
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