Stay, Stargate SG-1, NC-17
Fandom: SG-1
Title: Stay
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1593
Summary: Set post "Ark of Truth" -- Daniel comes to Washington and surprises
Jack...but Jack has only one question. Will he stay?
A/Ns & Warnings: Fairly schloompy with a touch of angst, m/m sexing.
Written for geeklite who won the privilege on the last round of
Sweet Charity. I hope it's to your liking!
Bare feet padded to a stop just inside the open door. Jack inhaled slow and let it out even slower, leaning against the wall to watch Daniel before he could smell the coffee and climb out of the bed.
He’d shown up at Jack’s door the night before. Just shown up, no call to say he was coming, no reason, no warning. Jack had just about been in bed and he’d grumbled all the way to the door, until those eyes met his and then he’d just stood aside, opened the door, let his friend into his home.
Daniel looked tired. Beyond tired. Like when tired settled into the bones and wouldn’t come out again.
Not that Jack could blame him. Neither one of them were young men anymore. In fact Jack was down right old. He could feel it in every inch of his body. In his aching knees and back…in the stiff fingers and shoulders. All the years he’d served his country, and the world. Every trip through every Gate. Every bullet, zat, punch, kick, crash landing, bug bite, burn…every alien illness and parasite, every wrong decision…he could feel them all. They were a part of him now.
And if that was true for Jack O’Neill, how much more true must it be for him? Daniel was the one with the penchant for dying and getting tortured. Jack had stopped counting the near deaths, the just-in-time rescues, the number of times Daniel was almost gone.
He didn’t like the way it made his chest feel tight or the way it made his hands shake.
He moved across the room and set the cup of coffee on the nightstand beside the bed, easing back between the sheets and settling in the look at Daniel. Sleeping he looked younger than he had the night before…calm. But there were lines that weren’t there when they met.
The little lines around his eyes were etched into his skin. They crinkled when he smiled, which wasn’t often anymore. There were more of them now than even the last time Jack had had the time to really look.
There were the furrows in his forehead, deepened from decades of frowning over translations and theories and disagreements. They used to disappear when Daniel was asleep, but not anymore.
There were touches of gray in his dark hair. Just touches, just spots and splashes. Most people wouldn’t even notice them. But Jack wasn’t most people.
His eyes though…that’s where the true story lay. If Daniel were to open them the deep blue depths would swallow Jack and tell him everything he needed to know about his friend.
Jack sighed. Daniel hadn’t said much the night before. They’d had a beer and Daniel had showered…and Jack had found him asleep in the bed. It wasn’t like they hadn’t shared a bed before.
In fact they’d shared Daniel’s bed and Jack’s bed and a motel bed or three…and there was the time they’d shared a library table, and a rather scratchy rug…but sharing didn’t usually mean sleeping.
“Jack.”
He blinked. Daniel’s eyes were still closed. “Yeah?”
“You’re staring.”
Jack leaned in, kissing the end of his nose lightly. “How would you know?”
“I can feel you.” Daniel said, opening his eyes now and focusing them on Jack. “I’d forgotten.” He stretched and rubbed a hand over his face, rubbing at what had to be at least two day’s growth.
“Made coffee.” Jack reached for the cup, watching Daniel’s eyes light up at the thought. He eased up to almost sitting, leaning against the headboard and took the cup with an appreciative grunt.
They were quiet for a long moment, then Daniel sighed heavily. “I’m sorry for just dropping in on you last night.”
“Don’t be.” Jack was a little flustered by the unusual quiet. “You know you’re always welcome.”
Daniel did that thing with the squint of his eyes and the tightening of his face and that twitch in his upper lip…the thing that told Jack in no uncertain terms that Daniel was unsure of himself, or how he understood something. “I wasn’t sure, actually. After…”
Jack nodded slowly. After. After Jack had told him he was leaving the SGC, and Daniel had taken it as if Jack was leaving him…which ultimately he was, but not like that…it wasn’t like they’d had a commitment…or could have a commitment for that matter. They’d fought. And not like the old bickering that they were both accustomed to. There had been real anger and even tears, though neither of them would ever admit that.
“Well…it’s true. Anywhere I am, you’re always welcome.”
It was Daniel’s turn to nod slowly, lifting his coffee to sip at. “I needed some time to think.” He turned those intense eyes away.
“You thinking about leaving?” Jack asked softly, knowing Daniel would understand what he meant.
He nodded slowly. “I’m tired.”
“I know.”
When Jack had first gotten to Washington, he’d been that kind of tired too. He’d slept away a week’s leave and still hadn’t shaken it.
Daniel breathed in deep and exhaled slowly. “Sam’s going to Atlantis.”
“I heard.” Of course he’d heard. He’d recommended her for the open position.
“Teal’c isn’t around much anymore.”
Jack ran a hand down Daniel’s arm. “Hey, you don’t have to justify anything, Daniel. You’ve done more than anyone had a right to ask of you.”
“Still, it feels like quitting.”
Jack understood that too. It was what had prevented him from flat out retiring. Again. “I know.”
“I haven’t made up my mind.” He drank from his coffee, then set it on the nightstand beside him, turning to Jack. “I needed to see you first.”
Jack slid a hand up to his shoulder, pulling him closer. “I’m right here.”
Daniel shuddered, then looked up at him, blue eyes dark, his lips open. Jack brushed his lips over Daniel’s, soft at first, breath mixing…tongues tasting, touching…his body came alive with a rush of desire he hadn’t felt since leaving Daniel behind in Colorado.
Daniel melted beneath him, sinking back to the pillow, moving until Jack was laying against him. Jack lifted his head and traced tiny kisses over Daniel’s chin, up to his hairline, over the lines on his forehead. “Stay?” Jack whispered as Daniel’s hands slid up his torso and into his hair. “Stay.”
For a moment Jack thought maybe he asked too soon…or maybe too late…or maybe Daniel wasn’t sure if he meant here in bed, or here in his house, or here in Washington…and Jack sorta meant all three. Daniel’s kiss surprised him.
“That’s my job.” Daniel whispered, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“What?” Jack couldn’t reason out what he meant, his brain still stuck on how to make Daniel know what Jack’s asking.
Daniel chuckled softly and kissed him again. “Thinking too much.” His eyes closed and for a moment he just held Jack, breathing across his lips. “I want to be with you Jack. I want us to be together.”
Jack smiled and brushed his lips over Daniel’s. “We are together Daniel.”
Daniel’s legs moved, opened and his eyes did too, eating up the space between them and making Jack feel as though he could fall into them and never come back out. “Want you inside me.” Daniel whispered and Jack’s smile fled into needy, desperate kisses.
Hands pulled at boxers and blankets until there was skin on skin, Daniel’s hand on Jack’s cock and Jack’s hands fumbling for the nightstand and the lube he stashed there the last time Daniel mentioned maybe coming to visit…back before the whole Prior thing.
“Jack.” Daniel whispered his name and Jack blushed.
“Sorry. I…I’ve missed you.” Jack managed before slicking up two fingers and easing them inside Daniel. He was tight, hot, and the moan that escaped his lips as Jack found his prostate was sinful.
“Enough.” Daniel grabbed at his hand, pulled him up. It wasn’t enough, but now that they’d gotten this far, neither one of them was bound to stop. Jack licked his lips as Daniel spread his legs further and urged Jack closer, then there was the slick-slide of lube and the push-stretch of his cock sinking inside Daniel and Daniel moaning like he was going to come right on the spot.
Jack sank in deep and waited, listening to Daniel’s breathing and waiting for the sign that he was okay….it had been so long since they’d been together like this…and there’d been no one since. Jack peppered kisses over Daniel’s chest.
Daniel’s hands fisted in Jack’s hair and pulled him up to kiss. Jack’s hand found Daniel’s cock as he started to move inside him, small, easy strokes that had Daniel whimpering into Jack’s mouth.
“Jack…Jack…” Daniel’s hands moved over his skin, his legs circled Jack’s waist, drawing him in. He arched up, into Jack’s hand, spilling come, hot and sticky, between them. Jack groaned and pressed into him, his own cock shooting fire into Daniel before Jack collapsed onto the bed beside his friend…only he wasn’t sure that was the right word anymore.
Daniel panted, but his breathing was coming back to normal as he settled in, his head on Jack’s shoulder, nearly back to sleep already. “Daniel?”
“’M tired.” Daniel murmured, his lips moving over Jack’s skin.
“Does this mean you’re gonna stay?”
Daniel didn’t really answer, his mumble lost to a sigh and then sleep, his body falling slack and loose beside and half over Jack.
Jack nodded, brushing his lips in Daniel’s hair. “He’ll stay.”
Title: Stay
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1593
Summary: Set post "Ark of Truth" -- Daniel comes to Washington and surprises
Jack...but Jack has only one question. Will he stay?
A/Ns & Warnings: Fairly schloompy with a touch of angst, m/m sexing.
Written for geeklite who won the privilege on the last round of
Sweet Charity. I hope it's to your liking!
Bare feet padded to a stop just inside the open door. Jack inhaled slow and let it out even slower, leaning against the wall to watch Daniel before he could smell the coffee and climb out of the bed.
He’d shown up at Jack’s door the night before. Just shown up, no call to say he was coming, no reason, no warning. Jack had just about been in bed and he’d grumbled all the way to the door, until those eyes met his and then he’d just stood aside, opened the door, let his friend into his home.
Daniel looked tired. Beyond tired. Like when tired settled into the bones and wouldn’t come out again.
Not that Jack could blame him. Neither one of them were young men anymore. In fact Jack was down right old. He could feel it in every inch of his body. In his aching knees and back…in the stiff fingers and shoulders. All the years he’d served his country, and the world. Every trip through every Gate. Every bullet, zat, punch, kick, crash landing, bug bite, burn…every alien illness and parasite, every wrong decision…he could feel them all. They were a part of him now.
And if that was true for Jack O’Neill, how much more true must it be for him? Daniel was the one with the penchant for dying and getting tortured. Jack had stopped counting the near deaths, the just-in-time rescues, the number of times Daniel was almost gone.
He didn’t like the way it made his chest feel tight or the way it made his hands shake.
He moved across the room and set the cup of coffee on the nightstand beside the bed, easing back between the sheets and settling in the look at Daniel. Sleeping he looked younger than he had the night before…calm. But there were lines that weren’t there when they met.
The little lines around his eyes were etched into his skin. They crinkled when he smiled, which wasn’t often anymore. There were more of them now than even the last time Jack had had the time to really look.
There were the furrows in his forehead, deepened from decades of frowning over translations and theories and disagreements. They used to disappear when Daniel was asleep, but not anymore.
There were touches of gray in his dark hair. Just touches, just spots and splashes. Most people wouldn’t even notice them. But Jack wasn’t most people.
His eyes though…that’s where the true story lay. If Daniel were to open them the deep blue depths would swallow Jack and tell him everything he needed to know about his friend.
Jack sighed. Daniel hadn’t said much the night before. They’d had a beer and Daniel had showered…and Jack had found him asleep in the bed. It wasn’t like they hadn’t shared a bed before.
In fact they’d shared Daniel’s bed and Jack’s bed and a motel bed or three…and there was the time they’d shared a library table, and a rather scratchy rug…but sharing didn’t usually mean sleeping.
“Jack.”
He blinked. Daniel’s eyes were still closed. “Yeah?”
“You’re staring.”
Jack leaned in, kissing the end of his nose lightly. “How would you know?”
“I can feel you.” Daniel said, opening his eyes now and focusing them on Jack. “I’d forgotten.” He stretched and rubbed a hand over his face, rubbing at what had to be at least two day’s growth.
“Made coffee.” Jack reached for the cup, watching Daniel’s eyes light up at the thought. He eased up to almost sitting, leaning against the headboard and took the cup with an appreciative grunt.
They were quiet for a long moment, then Daniel sighed heavily. “I’m sorry for just dropping in on you last night.”
“Don’t be.” Jack was a little flustered by the unusual quiet. “You know you’re always welcome.”
Daniel did that thing with the squint of his eyes and the tightening of his face and that twitch in his upper lip…the thing that told Jack in no uncertain terms that Daniel was unsure of himself, or how he understood something. “I wasn’t sure, actually. After…”
Jack nodded slowly. After. After Jack had told him he was leaving the SGC, and Daniel had taken it as if Jack was leaving him…which ultimately he was, but not like that…it wasn’t like they’d had a commitment…or could have a commitment for that matter. They’d fought. And not like the old bickering that they were both accustomed to. There had been real anger and even tears, though neither of them would ever admit that.
“Well…it’s true. Anywhere I am, you’re always welcome.”
It was Daniel’s turn to nod slowly, lifting his coffee to sip at. “I needed some time to think.” He turned those intense eyes away.
“You thinking about leaving?” Jack asked softly, knowing Daniel would understand what he meant.
He nodded slowly. “I’m tired.”
“I know.”
When Jack had first gotten to Washington, he’d been that kind of tired too. He’d slept away a week’s leave and still hadn’t shaken it.
Daniel breathed in deep and exhaled slowly. “Sam’s going to Atlantis.”
“I heard.” Of course he’d heard. He’d recommended her for the open position.
“Teal’c isn’t around much anymore.”
Jack ran a hand down Daniel’s arm. “Hey, you don’t have to justify anything, Daniel. You’ve done more than anyone had a right to ask of you.”
“Still, it feels like quitting.”
Jack understood that too. It was what had prevented him from flat out retiring. Again. “I know.”
“I haven’t made up my mind.” He drank from his coffee, then set it on the nightstand beside him, turning to Jack. “I needed to see you first.”
Jack slid a hand up to his shoulder, pulling him closer. “I’m right here.”
Daniel shuddered, then looked up at him, blue eyes dark, his lips open. Jack brushed his lips over Daniel’s, soft at first, breath mixing…tongues tasting, touching…his body came alive with a rush of desire he hadn’t felt since leaving Daniel behind in Colorado.
Daniel melted beneath him, sinking back to the pillow, moving until Jack was laying against him. Jack lifted his head and traced tiny kisses over Daniel’s chin, up to his hairline, over the lines on his forehead. “Stay?” Jack whispered as Daniel’s hands slid up his torso and into his hair. “Stay.”
For a moment Jack thought maybe he asked too soon…or maybe too late…or maybe Daniel wasn’t sure if he meant here in bed, or here in his house, or here in Washington…and Jack sorta meant all three. Daniel’s kiss surprised him.
“That’s my job.” Daniel whispered, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“What?” Jack couldn’t reason out what he meant, his brain still stuck on how to make Daniel know what Jack’s asking.
Daniel chuckled softly and kissed him again. “Thinking too much.” His eyes closed and for a moment he just held Jack, breathing across his lips. “I want to be with you Jack. I want us to be together.”
Jack smiled and brushed his lips over Daniel’s. “We are together Daniel.”
Daniel’s legs moved, opened and his eyes did too, eating up the space between them and making Jack feel as though he could fall into them and never come back out. “Want you inside me.” Daniel whispered and Jack’s smile fled into needy, desperate kisses.
Hands pulled at boxers and blankets until there was skin on skin, Daniel’s hand on Jack’s cock and Jack’s hands fumbling for the nightstand and the lube he stashed there the last time Daniel mentioned maybe coming to visit…back before the whole Prior thing.
“Jack.” Daniel whispered his name and Jack blushed.
“Sorry. I…I’ve missed you.” Jack managed before slicking up two fingers and easing them inside Daniel. He was tight, hot, and the moan that escaped his lips as Jack found his prostate was sinful.
“Enough.” Daniel grabbed at his hand, pulled him up. It wasn’t enough, but now that they’d gotten this far, neither one of them was bound to stop. Jack licked his lips as Daniel spread his legs further and urged Jack closer, then there was the slick-slide of lube and the push-stretch of his cock sinking inside Daniel and Daniel moaning like he was going to come right on the spot.
Jack sank in deep and waited, listening to Daniel’s breathing and waiting for the sign that he was okay….it had been so long since they’d been together like this…and there’d been no one since. Jack peppered kisses over Daniel’s chest.
Daniel’s hands fisted in Jack’s hair and pulled him up to kiss. Jack’s hand found Daniel’s cock as he started to move inside him, small, easy strokes that had Daniel whimpering into Jack’s mouth.
“Jack…Jack…” Daniel’s hands moved over his skin, his legs circled Jack’s waist, drawing him in. He arched up, into Jack’s hand, spilling come, hot and sticky, between them. Jack groaned and pressed into him, his own cock shooting fire into Daniel before Jack collapsed onto the bed beside his friend…only he wasn’t sure that was the right word anymore.
Daniel panted, but his breathing was coming back to normal as he settled in, his head on Jack’s shoulder, nearly back to sleep already. “Daniel?”
“’M tired.” Daniel murmured, his lips moving over Jack’s skin.
“Does this mean you’re gonna stay?”
Daniel didn’t really answer, his mumble lost to a sigh and then sleep, his body falling slack and loose beside and half over Jack.
Jack nodded, brushing his lips in Daniel’s hair. “He’ll stay.”