'Shades of Don Ho', Jack/Daniel, rated R
~2,500 words, hard R, First Time, Romance.
A J/D tag for 'Ark of Truth', but with only the mildest of spoilers. Beta kisses to
tejas .
SHADES OF DON HO
“I hear you kicked Ori ass.”
“Yeah, I guess we did.”
“Way to go.”
“Yeah. I can’t quite believe it’s over.”
“Believe it, Daniel. SG-1 saves the planet again. Hell, the whole galaxy! You guys did good.”
“Thanks.”
“How’s Mitchell doing?”
“He’ll be in the infirmary for a while. But he’s okay.”
“Vala?”
“She knew this day had to come. I don’t pretend to know how she’s feeling, though.”
“No. Hard thing.”
“I think intellectually she’s fine with the way things went down. She’ll just have to work through the rest of it.”
“She’ll get there. She’s got the best backing her up.”
“Yeah. We’re all gonna be fine.”
“So. Daniel.”
“Jack?”
“Whatcha doing this weekend?”
Daniel had no idea what the answer to that was. Or when exactly the weekend was. He peered at his desk calendar. “Uh, laundry? Probably.”
“You can do that here.”
“What?”
“Come to D.C.”
Daniel scratched his head. “I don’t know….”
“Pack a suitcase full of dirty laundry and come on out. You can use my machines. Two bits a load; you won’t find a better bargain.”
Daniel laughed. “Jack.”
“Not takin’ no for an answer. It’s been too long since you came to visit.”
Daniel’s fax machine beeped. “Jack?” he said suspiciously.
“I made a few arrangements.”
It was amazing how well ‘smug’ came through a telephone wire.
~~~~
There was a uniformed man with a sign waiting at baggage claim.
“I’m Daniel Jackson.”
“Welcome to Washington, Doctor Jackson. I’ll be happy to assist you with your luggage when it arrives, and then your limousine awaits.”
“Limousine. Really? Okay.”
It was more than okay, when Daniel finally got to sink down into the elegant leather seat. His driver told him that they probably had a forty-five minute drive ahead of them, due to traffic, and uncorked a bottle of perfectly chilled Viognier for his enjoyment.
He enjoyed. The wine, the sunset, the sense of utter relaxation. Earth was safer than it’d been in a decade, and the thought of seeing Jack again filled him with happy anticipation. Dusk settled in as Daniel mused on how pleasant it was to know that this delightful journey would end in an even more delightful destination.
He was thoroughly mellow by the time the driver pulled into the driveway of Jack’s home. He swallowed the last of his glass of wine as the driver came around to open his door. As he climbed out and stretched, Jack’s front door opened and silver hair gleamed underneath the porchlight.
“I’ll bring your bags, sir.”
Daniel walked up the path, climbed three stairs, and was engulfed in a patented Jack O’Neill embrace.
~~~~
They left Daniel’s bags in the entryway and made their way to the kitchen. It was three times the size of the one in Jack’s Colorado Springs house, and Daniel was frankly intimidated by the array of culinary appliances and contraptions left behind by the previous owners. But Jack, who couldn’t cook worth a lick as far as Daniel was concerned, looked completely at home, and had even the first time Daniel visited, back when Jack was still unpacking boxes. It was a warm and inviting room because Jack’s presence made it one.
Jack patted Daniel’s arm and moved past him to the refrigerator. Out came a bottle of sparkling wine. Jack placed it on the counter and pulled forward two champagne flutes that had been pushed safely out of the way. Daniel peered at the bottle label. Genuine French champagne. Veuve Clicquot. His eyebrows rose. Jack began removing the foil.
“Jack. How much did you pay for this?”
Jack draped a towel over the bottle and gripped the cork through it. “$280.00. Not including tax.”
“Wow,” Daniel said reverently. “That’s….”
“Told the man I wanted the best.”
“Well, you certainly… I thought for a minute….”
Jack twisted the bottle and the cork came free with a muffled pop. “You thought?”
“I thought maybe you’d turned into a wine connoisseur.” Daniel grinned at Jack. “While my back was turned, so to speak.”
“I’ve thought about it,” Jack said as he poured the first glass half full. “A new hobby.” He poured into the second glass as frothy effervescence rose and subsided in the first. “Something to keep me out of trouble.” He topped up both glasses and set the bottle down.
Daniel reached out to accept the glass Jack was offering. Their fingers brushed, Jack’s slightly chilled from the bottle.
“Keep me busy.”
Daniel’s head jerked up at that. Jack’s eyes held a message, and there had been an undercurrent in what he’d said. On face value: it was lonely in Washington. Daniel felt a pang. He’d used to speak ‘Jack’ fluently, but he felt that he was missing something here.
Jack tilted his head and smiled, lifting his glass. “To SG-1.”
This message was easier to read. Pride and affection and happiness. Daniel grinned in response. “SG-1.” He sipped, and the wine was like a living thing in his mouth. He swallowed and moaned, “Oh, Jack.”
Jack looked up from his glass. He looked a little rueful. “It has bubbles.” He shrugged.
“Yes, small ones, infinitesimally… Jack, the smaller the bubbles, the better the champagne.” Daniel held up one hand, forefinger and thumb nearly touching. “This has teeny, tiny bubbles that dance on the tongue….” He gestured enthusiastically.
“Shades of Don Ho.” Jack’s eyes were dancing now.
“Yeah,” Daniel laughed. “Shades of Don Ho.”
They drank again. Daniel held the wine in his mouth, savoring the pinpricks of sensation. Jack made little dancing movements with his fingers and Daniel had to swallow quickly to avoid champagne up his nose. Jack bumped shoulders with him as he reached for the bottle to top up their glasses. And then he kept the bottle in his hand as he gestured towards the doorway with his glass. “C’mon, something I want to show you.”
Daniel felt the bottle press against his back as Jack steered him down the hallway to the bedrooms.
“I had a decorator in,” Jack said lightly, casually. A little too lightly and casually.
“You were talking about that,” Daniel remembered as he followed Jack into the master suite. Jack flicked on a lamp and Daniel looked around with curiosity. “Well, you repainted the walls. That was top of your to-do list.”
“That last color was too… girly.” Jack made a face. A flick of another switch and a gas fire sputtered to life in the glassed-in fireplace.
“Aw, Jack, I thought the pink brought out the roses in your cheeks.”
Jack stuck out his tongue, making Daniel chuckle. “What about this color?”
The bedroom was now painted a soothing green. “Very manly,” Daniel said solemnly. Jack quirked his lips. “And I see that you have a new bedspread to match. Very nice.”
“Yeah, you like it? It was a steal compared to the sheets.” Jack put the bottle of champagne into an ice bucket that Daniel hadn’t noticed on the nightstand.
Daniel blinked. He looked at the ice bucket and the slowly building fire.
Jack turned back the bedcovers and sat down on the edge, wineglass in one hand and the other rubbing a pillowcase. “Some ridiculously high thread-count. 1500 or something. Cost nearly as much as the champagne.” He gestured with his glass and then took a long swallow.
Daniel looked down at his wine and up at Jack’s profile. “I’m surprised you let yourself get talked into that.”
Jack looked over at him. “I told her I wanted the best.”
A frisson ran through Daniel. “Jack?”
“Daniel?”
Daniel thought of half a dozen ways to say what he was thinking, and settled on the one that indicated the greatest degree of certainty on his part and the greatest degree of success on Jack’s part. “You’re seducing me.”
There was a brief silence and Daniel heard the champagne bottle shift in the ice. “I’ve been hoping to catch you in between intergalactic badasses for a while now,” Jack said quietly. “Top up that glass for you?”
Daniel’s glass was still full and Jack could undoubtedly see that. It was an invitation to come closer.
Daniel was surprised at how steady his hand was as he lifted the flute to drink. The champagne was cold and refreshing going down his suddenly parched throat. He took the few steps over to the bed and sat down next to Jack; shoulder to shoulder and knee to knee. He handed Jack his glass.
Jack put his own glass on the nightstand and lifted the bottle from the ice bucket. He topped up Daniel’s glass and handed it back, and this time his fingers were warm to the touch and his hand was shaking a little. Jack refilled his own glass and put the bottle back on ice.
They stared into the fire as the flames lengthened, sipping their wine. Daniel switched his glass to his left hand and put his right hand softly on Jack’s thigh. “How long is ‘a while’?”
“Fuckin’ forever.” It came out a little hoarsely, and Jack cleared his throat and took another drink. His left hand came up from his lap to cover Daniel’s hand.
“Now’s good for me,” Daniel breathed.
Jack squeezed Daniel’s hand and then took his glass away. Both flutes were placed carefully next to the ice bucket. He turned back and was reaching out, but Daniel stopped him with a nervous smile and a hand on his chest. “Wait.” Daniel took off his eyeglasses and folded them shut. Jack took them gently and put them on the nightstand.
Daniel, when he’d thought about it, dreamed about it, had imagined that their first kiss would rock his world. He’d never taken into account that in reality noses bump and heads turn the wrong way and upper lips press against lower lips, and that twisting to the side when you’re still stiff from a plane ride is extremely uncomfortable.
None of that mattered, though. His world was already rocking before his mouth and Jack’s got anywhere near each other.
Besides, the kissing got better and better as it went on. And he solved the whole problem with twisting by getting off the bed and pushing Jack down onto it, lifting his legs up and over the side. Jack settled in by doing a little shimmy with his hips that held Daniel’s rapt attention for all too brief a moment, and then he held up his arms and Daniel climbed on top of him and did a little shimmy of his own that made Jack’s nostrils flare, so Daniel did it again before kissing him until both of them were breathless and Daniel, for one, was so hard that he was aching. “Hot,” he said to Jack’s jawbone.
Jack’s hand, which had worked its way under his shirt, rubbed the damp skin of Daniel’s back. “If that’s a compliment, thank you. If it’s an observation, I could turn the fireplace off.”
Daniel pressed his forehead to Jack’s. Their noses rubbed. Liking the feeling, he rubbed back and forth some more. “I think I have a better idea.”
“Does it involve getting naked?”
Daniel pushed up to his knees and crawled backwards off the bed. He started stripping.
“Best idea you’ve ever had,” Jack said as he dropped his hands to his belt.
Daniel paused in what he was doing to watch as Jack worked his zipper down, tooth by agonizing tooth…. “Oh, you bastard,” Daniel whispered as he had to turn away and get a grip on himself, literally.
“What?” Jack asked innocently.
It was a new kind of teasing. They’d been tormenting each other for years and now there were suddenly entirely new avenues to explore. Daniel wasn’t sure what it said about their relationship that he found the whole idea arousing.
When he climbed back onto the bed, they were facing each other, on their sides.
“So do you like the sheets?” Jack asked.
Daniel rubbed his cheek against the pillow and slid his legs back and forth. Jack reached for his hand and pulled it into the space between their bodies, dragging Daniel’s fingertips down the surface of the sheet. It was blissfully soft and sensuously smooth. Jack pulled his hand further down, down… warmth and wetness grazed his knuckles.
“Jack,” Daniel gasped.
Jack released him, bringing his hand up to cup Daniel’s face.
Daniel fumbled, found a grip on Jack and held on, rubbing with his thumb.
Jack leaned in and kissed him, deep and hard. Rolled onto him. Their hands, cramped and crowded, worked together to bring their erections into alignment and then pulled free. Jack propped himself on his elbows and began to move his hips. No shimmy this time around. Purposeful, dead-on-target thrusts.
Daniel put his hands on Jack’s buttocks and felt the power of the muscles working smoothly under his palms. He slid his own thighs a little further apart and got his heels dug in and rocked his pelvis. Even better. It was like that small degree of movement unlocked something inside him, the coiling pleasure in the pit of his stomach taking on new intensity.
Jack was panting in his ear and his thrusts were getting rougher.
“So good, Jack,” Daniel urged, encouraged.
Jack growled.
“Oh, God!” Daniel moaned. “Make that noise again!” His hands clutched at Jack desperately as he lifted one bent leg off the bed and pressed it against Jack’s side.
Jack growled again, lust shining in his eyes.
Daniel shook all over and came with a hoarse shout. Jack continued to drive against him. Daniel held him tightly, pressed up against him, came some more. Sank into the mattress. Held Jack more loosely, stroking his sweat-slick back lazily, reeling with pleasure and sensation.
Jack was muttering something Daniel couldn’t understand for the blood pounding in his ears, but his facial expression was easy enough to read. “Come on, Jack,” Daniel said in a voice he barely recognized as his own. “Come on.”
Jack’s jaw sagged, his breath hitched, his eyes closed. His neck arched back. He came with a snort that made Daniel think of a stallion and shiver at the thought. His body folded down onto Daniel’s like a collapsing accordion.
They were trembling together. Salt from Jack’s skin moistened Daniel’s lips. He wrapped his arms around Jack tenderly and never wanted to let go. “Jack,” he whispered. Someone had to be the first to say it.
“Hmm?”
“I love your sheets.”
He felt Jack stiffen. His head came up; he searched Daniel’s face.
Daniel smiled and swallowed. Gave a small nod.
Watched Jack's eyes fill with joy.
~~~~
Don Ho singing "Tiny Bubbles"
A J/D tag for 'Ark of Truth', but with only the mildest of spoilers. Beta kisses to
tejas .
SHADES OF DON HO
“I hear you kicked Ori ass.”
“Yeah, I guess we did.”
“Way to go.”
“Yeah. I can’t quite believe it’s over.”
“Believe it, Daniel. SG-1 saves the planet again. Hell, the whole galaxy! You guys did good.”
“Thanks.”
“How’s Mitchell doing?”
“He’ll be in the infirmary for a while. But he’s okay.”
“Vala?”
“She knew this day had to come. I don’t pretend to know how she’s feeling, though.”
“No. Hard thing.”
“I think intellectually she’s fine with the way things went down. She’ll just have to work through the rest of it.”
“She’ll get there. She’s got the best backing her up.”
“Yeah. We’re all gonna be fine.”
“So. Daniel.”
“Jack?”
“Whatcha doing this weekend?”
Daniel had no idea what the answer to that was. Or when exactly the weekend was. He peered at his desk calendar. “Uh, laundry? Probably.”
“You can do that here.”
“What?”
“Come to D.C.”
Daniel scratched his head. “I don’t know….”
“Pack a suitcase full of dirty laundry and come on out. You can use my machines. Two bits a load; you won’t find a better bargain.”
Daniel laughed. “Jack.”
“Not takin’ no for an answer. It’s been too long since you came to visit.”
Daniel’s fax machine beeped. “Jack?” he said suspiciously.
“I made a few arrangements.”
It was amazing how well ‘smug’ came through a telephone wire.
~~~~
There was a uniformed man with a sign waiting at baggage claim.
“I’m Daniel Jackson.”
“Welcome to Washington, Doctor Jackson. I’ll be happy to assist you with your luggage when it arrives, and then your limousine awaits.”
“Limousine. Really? Okay.”
It was more than okay, when Daniel finally got to sink down into the elegant leather seat. His driver told him that they probably had a forty-five minute drive ahead of them, due to traffic, and uncorked a bottle of perfectly chilled Viognier for his enjoyment.
He enjoyed. The wine, the sunset, the sense of utter relaxation. Earth was safer than it’d been in a decade, and the thought of seeing Jack again filled him with happy anticipation. Dusk settled in as Daniel mused on how pleasant it was to know that this delightful journey would end in an even more delightful destination.
He was thoroughly mellow by the time the driver pulled into the driveway of Jack’s home. He swallowed the last of his glass of wine as the driver came around to open his door. As he climbed out and stretched, Jack’s front door opened and silver hair gleamed underneath the porchlight.
“I’ll bring your bags, sir.”
Daniel walked up the path, climbed three stairs, and was engulfed in a patented Jack O’Neill embrace.
~~~~
They left Daniel’s bags in the entryway and made their way to the kitchen. It was three times the size of the one in Jack’s Colorado Springs house, and Daniel was frankly intimidated by the array of culinary appliances and contraptions left behind by the previous owners. But Jack, who couldn’t cook worth a lick as far as Daniel was concerned, looked completely at home, and had even the first time Daniel visited, back when Jack was still unpacking boxes. It was a warm and inviting room because Jack’s presence made it one.
Jack patted Daniel’s arm and moved past him to the refrigerator. Out came a bottle of sparkling wine. Jack placed it on the counter and pulled forward two champagne flutes that had been pushed safely out of the way. Daniel peered at the bottle label. Genuine French champagne. Veuve Clicquot. His eyebrows rose. Jack began removing the foil.
“Jack. How much did you pay for this?”
Jack draped a towel over the bottle and gripped the cork through it. “$280.00. Not including tax.”
“Wow,” Daniel said reverently. “That’s….”
“Told the man I wanted the best.”
“Well, you certainly… I thought for a minute….”
Jack twisted the bottle and the cork came free with a muffled pop. “You thought?”
“I thought maybe you’d turned into a wine connoisseur.” Daniel grinned at Jack. “While my back was turned, so to speak.”
“I’ve thought about it,” Jack said as he poured the first glass half full. “A new hobby.” He poured into the second glass as frothy effervescence rose and subsided in the first. “Something to keep me out of trouble.” He topped up both glasses and set the bottle down.
Daniel reached out to accept the glass Jack was offering. Their fingers brushed, Jack’s slightly chilled from the bottle.
“Keep me busy.”
Daniel’s head jerked up at that. Jack’s eyes held a message, and there had been an undercurrent in what he’d said. On face value: it was lonely in Washington. Daniel felt a pang. He’d used to speak ‘Jack’ fluently, but he felt that he was missing something here.
Jack tilted his head and smiled, lifting his glass. “To SG-1.”
This message was easier to read. Pride and affection and happiness. Daniel grinned in response. “SG-1.” He sipped, and the wine was like a living thing in his mouth. He swallowed and moaned, “Oh, Jack.”
Jack looked up from his glass. He looked a little rueful. “It has bubbles.” He shrugged.
“Yes, small ones, infinitesimally… Jack, the smaller the bubbles, the better the champagne.” Daniel held up one hand, forefinger and thumb nearly touching. “This has teeny, tiny bubbles that dance on the tongue….” He gestured enthusiastically.
“Shades of Don Ho.” Jack’s eyes were dancing now.
“Yeah,” Daniel laughed. “Shades of Don Ho.”
They drank again. Daniel held the wine in his mouth, savoring the pinpricks of sensation. Jack made little dancing movements with his fingers and Daniel had to swallow quickly to avoid champagne up his nose. Jack bumped shoulders with him as he reached for the bottle to top up their glasses. And then he kept the bottle in his hand as he gestured towards the doorway with his glass. “C’mon, something I want to show you.”
Daniel felt the bottle press against his back as Jack steered him down the hallway to the bedrooms.
“I had a decorator in,” Jack said lightly, casually. A little too lightly and casually.
“You were talking about that,” Daniel remembered as he followed Jack into the master suite. Jack flicked on a lamp and Daniel looked around with curiosity. “Well, you repainted the walls. That was top of your to-do list.”
“That last color was too… girly.” Jack made a face. A flick of another switch and a gas fire sputtered to life in the glassed-in fireplace.
“Aw, Jack, I thought the pink brought out the roses in your cheeks.”
Jack stuck out his tongue, making Daniel chuckle. “What about this color?”
The bedroom was now painted a soothing green. “Very manly,” Daniel said solemnly. Jack quirked his lips. “And I see that you have a new bedspread to match. Very nice.”
“Yeah, you like it? It was a steal compared to the sheets.” Jack put the bottle of champagne into an ice bucket that Daniel hadn’t noticed on the nightstand.
Daniel blinked. He looked at the ice bucket and the slowly building fire.
Jack turned back the bedcovers and sat down on the edge, wineglass in one hand and the other rubbing a pillowcase. “Some ridiculously high thread-count. 1500 or something. Cost nearly as much as the champagne.” He gestured with his glass and then took a long swallow.
Daniel looked down at his wine and up at Jack’s profile. “I’m surprised you let yourself get talked into that.”
Jack looked over at him. “I told her I wanted the best.”
A frisson ran through Daniel. “Jack?”
“Daniel?”
Daniel thought of half a dozen ways to say what he was thinking, and settled on the one that indicated the greatest degree of certainty on his part and the greatest degree of success on Jack’s part. “You’re seducing me.”
There was a brief silence and Daniel heard the champagne bottle shift in the ice. “I’ve been hoping to catch you in between intergalactic badasses for a while now,” Jack said quietly. “Top up that glass for you?”
Daniel’s glass was still full and Jack could undoubtedly see that. It was an invitation to come closer.
Daniel was surprised at how steady his hand was as he lifted the flute to drink. The champagne was cold and refreshing going down his suddenly parched throat. He took the few steps over to the bed and sat down next to Jack; shoulder to shoulder and knee to knee. He handed Jack his glass.
Jack put his own glass on the nightstand and lifted the bottle from the ice bucket. He topped up Daniel’s glass and handed it back, and this time his fingers were warm to the touch and his hand was shaking a little. Jack refilled his own glass and put the bottle back on ice.
They stared into the fire as the flames lengthened, sipping their wine. Daniel switched his glass to his left hand and put his right hand softly on Jack’s thigh. “How long is ‘a while’?”
“Fuckin’ forever.” It came out a little hoarsely, and Jack cleared his throat and took another drink. His left hand came up from his lap to cover Daniel’s hand.
“Now’s good for me,” Daniel breathed.
Jack squeezed Daniel’s hand and then took his glass away. Both flutes were placed carefully next to the ice bucket. He turned back and was reaching out, but Daniel stopped him with a nervous smile and a hand on his chest. “Wait.” Daniel took off his eyeglasses and folded them shut. Jack took them gently and put them on the nightstand.
Daniel, when he’d thought about it, dreamed about it, had imagined that their first kiss would rock his world. He’d never taken into account that in reality noses bump and heads turn the wrong way and upper lips press against lower lips, and that twisting to the side when you’re still stiff from a plane ride is extremely uncomfortable.
None of that mattered, though. His world was already rocking before his mouth and Jack’s got anywhere near each other.
Besides, the kissing got better and better as it went on. And he solved the whole problem with twisting by getting off the bed and pushing Jack down onto it, lifting his legs up and over the side. Jack settled in by doing a little shimmy with his hips that held Daniel’s rapt attention for all too brief a moment, and then he held up his arms and Daniel climbed on top of him and did a little shimmy of his own that made Jack’s nostrils flare, so Daniel did it again before kissing him until both of them were breathless and Daniel, for one, was so hard that he was aching. “Hot,” he said to Jack’s jawbone.
Jack’s hand, which had worked its way under his shirt, rubbed the damp skin of Daniel’s back. “If that’s a compliment, thank you. If it’s an observation, I could turn the fireplace off.”
Daniel pressed his forehead to Jack’s. Their noses rubbed. Liking the feeling, he rubbed back and forth some more. “I think I have a better idea.”
“Does it involve getting naked?”
Daniel pushed up to his knees and crawled backwards off the bed. He started stripping.
“Best idea you’ve ever had,” Jack said as he dropped his hands to his belt.
Daniel paused in what he was doing to watch as Jack worked his zipper down, tooth by agonizing tooth…. “Oh, you bastard,” Daniel whispered as he had to turn away and get a grip on himself, literally.
“What?” Jack asked innocently.
It was a new kind of teasing. They’d been tormenting each other for years and now there were suddenly entirely new avenues to explore. Daniel wasn’t sure what it said about their relationship that he found the whole idea arousing.
When he climbed back onto the bed, they were facing each other, on their sides.
“So do you like the sheets?” Jack asked.
Daniel rubbed his cheek against the pillow and slid his legs back and forth. Jack reached for his hand and pulled it into the space between their bodies, dragging Daniel’s fingertips down the surface of the sheet. It was blissfully soft and sensuously smooth. Jack pulled his hand further down, down… warmth and wetness grazed his knuckles.
“Jack,” Daniel gasped.
Jack released him, bringing his hand up to cup Daniel’s face.
Daniel fumbled, found a grip on Jack and held on, rubbing with his thumb.
Jack leaned in and kissed him, deep and hard. Rolled onto him. Their hands, cramped and crowded, worked together to bring their erections into alignment and then pulled free. Jack propped himself on his elbows and began to move his hips. No shimmy this time around. Purposeful, dead-on-target thrusts.
Daniel put his hands on Jack’s buttocks and felt the power of the muscles working smoothly under his palms. He slid his own thighs a little further apart and got his heels dug in and rocked his pelvis. Even better. It was like that small degree of movement unlocked something inside him, the coiling pleasure in the pit of his stomach taking on new intensity.
Jack was panting in his ear and his thrusts were getting rougher.
“So good, Jack,” Daniel urged, encouraged.
Jack growled.
“Oh, God!” Daniel moaned. “Make that noise again!” His hands clutched at Jack desperately as he lifted one bent leg off the bed and pressed it against Jack’s side.
Jack growled again, lust shining in his eyes.
Daniel shook all over and came with a hoarse shout. Jack continued to drive against him. Daniel held him tightly, pressed up against him, came some more. Sank into the mattress. Held Jack more loosely, stroking his sweat-slick back lazily, reeling with pleasure and sensation.
Jack was muttering something Daniel couldn’t understand for the blood pounding in his ears, but his facial expression was easy enough to read. “Come on, Jack,” Daniel said in a voice he barely recognized as his own. “Come on.”
Jack’s jaw sagged, his breath hitched, his eyes closed. His neck arched back. He came with a snort that made Daniel think of a stallion and shiver at the thought. His body folded down onto Daniel’s like a collapsing accordion.
They were trembling together. Salt from Jack’s skin moistened Daniel’s lips. He wrapped his arms around Jack tenderly and never wanted to let go. “Jack,” he whispered. Someone had to be the first to say it.
“Hmm?”
“I love your sheets.”
He felt Jack stiffen. His head came up; he searched Daniel’s face.
Daniel smiled and swallowed. Gave a small nod.
Watched Jack's eyes fill with joy.
~~~~
Don Ho singing "Tiny Bubbles"