“C’mon,” Jack wheedled, giving Daniel his best puppy-dog look. It wasn’t working; Daniel had a higher O’Neill bullshit resistance than most people, and better puppy-dog eyes than him, to boot.
“Nope,” Daniel said, tugging at the hem of his tee shirt. “It’s ugly.”
“It’s just a scar,” Jack said, scooting closer. Daniel moved away, closer to the arm of the couch. “Come on. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
“I’ve seen yours,” Daniel told him, making a face. “Well, most of them. Anyway, if it’s just a scar, why do you want to see it so badly?”
“Just lemme see it!” Jack made a fruitless grab for Daniel’s waistband; Daniel got up and headed toward the kitchen.
“I’m getting another beer,” Daniel told him, rolling his eyes. “You want?”
“Yeah, sure. And check on those wings, will ya?”
Daniel walked back into the living room with two beers and a bag of Cheetos. “Something to do with your hands,” he said, tossing the unopened bag at Jack, who caught it with a quizzical look. “So you’ll keep them out of my pants,” Daniel elaborated.
“Where’s the fun in that?” Jack grinned devilishly. “Daniel, it’s no big deal. They say that scars make the man, and I happen to think the man I’m looking at right now is damn sexy. Therefore, your scar has to be sexy. Throw me a bone here, and let me confirm or disprove my theory.”
Daniel was a sucker for theories and theses, and Jack knew it. He was exploiting his weakness for personal gain, something Daniel was frequently guilty of himself. It was a constant game of give and take, and they both gave as good as they got. “After the game,” he sighed. “Sam and Teal’c are gonna be here any minute.”
~*~
As it happened, Sam and Teal’c arrived late; the game was already in progress. They made up for it by staying long after the final score and helping Jack and Daniel polish off a couple of sixers. Jack was tipsy and antsy, and that was never a good combination. He began making subtle suggestions that their guests were overstaying their welcome, but Jack’s subtlety only came in two varieties: so subtle nobody but Daniel would catch it, and about as subtle as a sledgehammer to the forehead.
Daniel came to his rescue, yawning and stretching. “I don’t know about you guys, but I am bushed. Sam, I’ll talk to you tomorrow about those tests you wanted to run?”
Teal’c raised an eyebrow and Sam looked blank for a moment. “Oh!” she exclaimed. “Right. The tests. I have to be at the mountain pretty early. We should probably get going.”
“You sure you’re okay to drive, big guy?” Jack asked.
Teal’c inclined his head. “Indeed I am, O’Neill. My symbiote has already removed the harmful toxins from my system.”
“When I wake up in the morning, I’m sure I’ll be wishing I still had one of those guys hanging around to take care of my toxins,” Sam groused good-naturedly. “See you guys tomorrow!”
“Drive safe,” Daniel called after them as they left. His breath caught slightly as Jack turned to face him, the expression on his face positively predatory. “Hi.”
“Hi,” Jack said conversationally, still eyeing Daniel like a starving man eyeing a steak dinner. “You wanna go upstairs with me?”
Daniel decided to play coy. He liked making Jack pursue him actively. It was good for his self-esteem. “What’s upstairs?” he asked innocently.
“Let me show you,” Jack replied, and in an instant he was in Daniel’s personal space, his hands slipping under Daniel’s tee shirt to skim the sides of his torso. Daniel, predictably, squirmed a little. He was ticklish there, and Jack was well aware of that fact. His skin was covered with gooseflesh as Jack’s hands made their way back down his sides, and he shivered.
Daniel took a moment to calm his breathing and whispered, “There’s more of that upstairs?”
“A lot more,” Jack promised, giving Daniel the gentlest of kisses. “And more of that, too.”
“Oh,” Daniel breathed. “Okay.”
Jack led him upstairs like it was the first time. It was kind of surreal, actually, because their first time had really been a lot more… anger-fueled and passionate than tender. They’d been arguing about something or another, really getting in each other’s faces, and it had been Daniel who had finally decided to shut Jack up by kissing him. Once that invisible barrier was broken, so were a lamp, a chair, and two picture frames, in their haste to tear each other’s clothes off. So Jack enjoyed the opportunity to seduce Daniel like this, the way he’d pictured it before.
Daniel’s erection was plainly evident in his sweats, and he was grateful he hadn’t shown Jack his scar before the game. He let Jack lay him down on their bed, enjoying the feeling of warm, callused, experienced hands, trembling and tentative as they glided over his skin. He knew how Jack felt; this thing between them was so powerful at times that it was hard not to be awed by it.
Jack’s hands slipped under the waistband of Daniel’s sweatpants, sliding them and his boxers ever-so-slightly off Daniel’s hips. “A-ha!” Jack crowed triumphantly. “I was right.” His finger traced the appendectomy scar that Daniel had possessed for several months and would never let him get a close look at.
Daniel shivered. “You’re trying to make me feel better. It’s ugly.”
“Nah,” Jack said, lowering his lips to kiss the mark. “It’s beautiful, like every other part of you,” he continued, his breath whispering over Daniel’s flesh.
“Jack…” Daniel trailed off, frowning down at Jack, who seemed focused on the scar.
“Do you know what I like best about this scar?” Jack asked, sitting up abruptly.
“Huh? Uh, no. What?”
“For just a little while, I knew for absolute certain that you were safe.” Jack’s voice was so soft Daniel had to strain to hear it. “I might joke about Doc Fraiser, but even on her worst day, that woman could take out an appendix in her sleep. The replicators, though…”
Daniel scoffed. “Yes, and it was so much better to be stuck on base, watching you nearly get yourself killed on some stupid monitor than it would have been to be there covering your back.”
“Hey, now,” Jack said, frowning. “Let’s not fight about this again.”
Nodding, Daniel offered him a lopsided smile. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re forgiven.” Jack lay down along Daniel’s body, touching him gently, lazily. Like they had forever. “This time. Next time I might have to take you over my knee, and don’t think I won’t.” Daniel laughed, and Jack looked pleased. Crisis averted.
“Jack,” Daniel said, sighing contentedly.
“Daniel,” Jack replied without thinking. They’d fallen into that pattern years ago when they’d first started doing what Sam referred to as ‘that creepy mind-reading thing.’
“Jaaack.” Okay, that sounded like… annoyance? No, impatience.
Jack grinned wolfishly. “Daaaniel.”
Daniel wasn’t sure how they’d gone off-script, but he didn’t have a problem with being a little more aggressive. Or a lot more aggressive, if he had to. “Jack.”
Jack’s grin widened, if that was possible, and he placed a kiss on Daniel’s shoulder. “Not moving fast enough for you, huh?” Another kiss, this time his neck. “I can work on that…” Yet another. His jaw. “…another time.”
Daniel held his breath. He counted; one, two…
“Brat,” Jack laughed, giving in and kissing him full on the lips.
“A monster of your own creation,” Daniel accused, smiling. “I was never spoiled before. My parents made sure of it, and if you can name one person who came out of the foster care system as spoiled as I am now, I’ll eat your weird tuna wiggle surprise without asking what puts the wiggle into it.”
“It’s just a name,” Jack sighed. “You’ve watched me make it a million times. It’s just tuna and peas in that sauce. And there’s no ‘surprise.’ Just mashed potatoes. It’s even better with salmon instead of tuna but I’m not patient enough to stand there and pick out all the sockeyes.”
“Jack.”
“Daniel, what?”
“Forget the sockeyes. Weren’t you gonna try to seduce me?”
Jack, damn him, looked like he was considering it. “Yeah, okay. C’mere.”
“What if I don’t?”
“I’ll lick your scar,” Jack threatened. “Over and over, and don’t you dare try to tell me you’re not ticklish there.”
Daniel set his jaw. “You wouldn’t.”
“That sounded like a dare,” Jack said, grabbing Daniel’s wrists with one hand and pinning his hips to the mattress with the other.
The scar was surprisingly sensitive, but Jack’s tongue wasn’t tickling. It was teasing, just over a hand's breadth away from a far more sensitive part of his anatomy, which was still trapped inside his sweatpants. Instead of squirming, Daniel moaned and thrust involuntarily.
“Huh,” Jack said, clearly pleased with himself “No kiddin’. Wouldn’t have guessed it, Danny. You got yourself a scar kink.”
“I do?” Daniel gasped. “You’re the one who’s… who’s… Jack, for crying out loud!”
Jack laughed an almost wicked laugh. “Want my mouth, Danny-boy?”
“God, Jack. Please.”
“Sure you don’t want more?”
The fire in Daniel’s belly burned hot and bright. “It’s your turn, isn’t it?”
Jack shrugged. “Eh. Me, you, it’s all the same. I’ll take you any way I can get you.”
Daniel sat up, reaching for the bedside table. “Take your clothes off, or I’ll tear them off you,” he said in a firm but almost conversational tone. Jack shivered. “Now, Jack.”
Jack leapt into action, stripping down quickly. Daniel, on the other hand, took his time undressing as he stood by the bed.
“Good. Now I want you to lie down.” Daniel looked pleased when Jack obeyed without hesitation. Daniel climbed onto the bed and knelt between Jack’s legs. He spread them further to facilitate Daniel’s anticipated action, but rather than feeling Daniel’s fingers enter him, he felt them gliding up and down his erection, coating him liberally with lubricant.
“Wha?” he asked, thrusting up into Daniel’s hand.
Daniel replied by tossing the lube aside and straddling Jack’s belly.
“Oh.”
Daniel smiled and rose up on his knees. He positioned Jack just so and began to lower himself onto him without preparation. It had to be painful, at least a little, but the look on his face could only be described as rapturous.
“I thought I was the seducer,” Jack complained playfully, groaning as Daniel’s tight heat enveloped him.
“You took too long,” Daniel said simply. “I’ve been hard and aching since before the guys came by. I’m not in the mood to pussyfoot around sex tonight. I want you, and I fucking want you now.”
Jack grabbed Daniels hips and pushed, entering him the rest of the way. They
gasped in unison. “Help me scoot back,” he told Daniel, sitting
up and backing up against the headboard. “Put your legs – yeah,
like that,” he encouraged as Daniel wrapped his legs around Jack’s
waist and his arms around Jack’s shoulders.
They moved together in a slow rhythm, Jack pressing up into Daniel and Daniel
pushing down onto Jack. Slow and tender, the slick friction growing as they
did so. A thin sheen of sweat covered them both and Daniel’s cock, trapped
between them, started to twitch as though warning what was to come.
One hand left Daniel’s hip to wrap a sweaty palm around his cock, stroking it in time with Jack’s thrusts; Daniel’s arms tightened around Jack’s neck and he buried his face in Jack’s shoulder, his teeth catching the flesh there and tightening as he grunted and spilled his seed on both their bellies.
“Yeah,” Jack said, still stroking until every drop had been spilled. He brought his hand to his lips and tasted Daniel there before returning the hand to Daniel’s hip and increasing his pace. Daniel clung to him; each thrust now was an exquisite agony of pleasure until finally Jack jerked up into him, holding there, and he was filled with the warmth of Jack’s orgasm. “God, yeah, Danny. Love you.”
Daniel’s throat was dry and his lips grazed the fresh bite mark as he whispered, “I love you, too, Jack.”
They stayed there, clinging to each other, until their hearts had calmed and their breathing returned to normal. Jack opened his mouth to speak several times before finally asking, “Did you tell Carter about us?”
“Nooo,” Daniel said innocently. “She guessed. Came in handy tonight though. I’m pretty sure Teal’c is still clueless, but if Sam knows, odds are on that Janet knows, too, which means she won’t try to make you explain this when we get back from our next mission,” Daniel said, tracing the marks from his teeth that would bloom into a bruise by morning.
Jack laughed. “Rats, and here I was cooking up a real good cover for her. Ah, well, more time to think about fishing lures and naked archaeologists.”
Daniel disentangled himself from Jack and lay down on the bed. “Should I be worried that was pluralized?” he teased.
“Nah. And I was kidding about the lures, too. Only got eyes for you, Spacemonkey,” Jack returned, laying down so Daniel could spoon up behind him.
Daniel smiled against Jack’s hair, idly running his hand along Jack’s arm. “It’s mutual,” Daniel whispered. Jack was already asleep.