“He makes me so angry sometimes I could just hit him,” Daniel muttered into the phone. “Of course at the moment that would be rather difficult, since I can’t find him to hit.”
“It’s not the first time that he’s fallen asleep in one of your briefings,” Sam pointed out. “Just the first time that no one’s poked him awake before he started snoring.”
“Because they couldn’t find him either,” Daniel replied. “Is that supposed to make it better, Sam?”
“I wouldn’t worry about it too much, Daniel. The Colonel just gets bored listening to all our tech talk. At least he didn’t walk off and leave you talking to yourself, like he did me.”
Well, that was true. He’d at least stayed in the room when he could very easily have escaped without attracting Daniel’s notice. “I guess you’re right,” Daniel admitted. “Anyway, it’s been a long day, and barring a miracle, it’s going to take all we have to talk Jack into letting us make him visible again, so I should probably let you go. Take care, Sam.”
“You too, Daniel. See you in the morning.”
Daniel hung up the phone and sighed. If he didn’t know better, he’d be tempted to believe Jack had somehow come up with this whole invisibility scheme just to get on everyone’s nerves.
He downed the last of his tea – chamomile, to counteract all the caffeine he’d downed during the admittedly stressful day – and rinsed the cup out in the sink before heading into the bathroom. Today’s schedule had been jam packed with antics one could only expect out of Jack, and Daniel had the knotted-up shoulders to prove it. He shucked his clothing wearily, putting them in the hamper while he ran the water, waiting for it to warm up.
Daniel had fully intended to take a quick shower, but once he felt the hot water pounding on his back and shoulders, he changed his mind. It wasn’t quite as nice as having someone to come home to, who’d work out the kinks in your muscles, but it was better than going to bed tense.
When he finally stepped out of the shower, he dried off quickly, slinging the towel around his hips and heading to the bedroom. His hair would likely be sticking up in the morning, but he was too tired to care. He pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of flannel pants and climbed into bed, falling asleep nearly as soon as his head hit the pillow.
“What are you doing here?” Daniel asked, sitting up in bed. Somehow, he knew he was still dreaming, even as he woke up. “It’s the middle of the night, Jack.”
“You tell me,” Jack smirked, leaning in the doorway to Daniel’s bedroom. “It’s your dream.”
Daniel didn’t have a response for that. “I’m going back to sleep,” he muttered, reaching for the lamp next to the bed until he realized it hadn’t been turned on. He gave a world-weary sigh and turned over, only to see Jack had insinuated himself into his bed. “Jack.”
“Daniel.” Dream-Jack was smiling, that cocksure grin that never failed to make Daniel want to kiss it – or, alternatively, smack it – right off of Jack’s face. “It’s your dream.”
Well, he did have a point, Daniel had to admit. “You’re right,” he murmured. “You’re absolutely right.”
Dream-Jack didn’t even seem surprised by the kiss; rather, he gave as good as he got. This was what Daniel missed when kissing women, he realized. Women, even the most aggressive ones, tended to kiss as though they were afraid of scaring him off. Men – at least, the few men Daniel had kissed during his ‘curious’ phase in college – were much more passionate, and Dream-Jack was no different. Breaking the kiss to gasp for air, Dream-Jack laughed. “Damn, Danny. I wanted to do that for a while, but if I’d known you were that good, I wouldn’t have waited so long.”
Daniel laughed, too. It felt so good, so natural to be lying in bed with Jack, kissing and laughing. It felt right, and that realization made his heart hurt. He’d tried so hard not to fall, but Jack was always there, backing him up even when he wasn’t sure he was right, saving his ass when he landed it in jeopardy. He’d made it impossible not to.
Dream-Jack closed his eyes and kissed Daniel again, this time letting his hands wander over bare shoulders, down a chest covered with only a thin layer of cotton and a stomach that quivered with barely-contained laughter. “Ticklish?” Dream-Jack asked, pulling back to look at him and sliding his hands up underneath the t-shirt. They felt so warm, so real.
Daniel gave him a Look, the one that told him he was an idiot if he had to ask, and Dream-Jack laughed again. “Your secret’s safe with me.” Daniel didn’t doubt that for a moment. It was just a dream, a stupid, ridiculous dream that he thought he’d put out of his mind for good by now. A hand slipped into Daniel’s flannels, and Dream-Jack looked disgustingly proud of himself as he wrapped that hand around Daniel’s growing erection.
“Didn’t think I’d see the day that you stood up and saluted me, Dr. Jackson,” Dream-Jack drawled, burying his face in the crook of Daniel’s neck. As he nibbled and kissed the sensitive flesh, his hand moved slowly, up and down, his grasp loose and the dry friction of skin on skin tantalizing to the extreme.
Daniel was beautiful when he slept, Jack reflected. He’d often thought so, when they shared a tent off-world, but he’d never thought to tell Daniel so. It would have sounded weird, he thought, coming from him, and Daniel would have had him sent to see Doc Fraiser as soon as they walked back through the ‘gate if he had, anyway. But now, sleeping and quite obviously enjoying whatever dream his mind was pairing with Jack’s actions, he was exquisite. Eyebrows knit together in concentration, lips pursed and nearly pouting. Jack leaned in and kissed him again, tasting chamomile and sugar. Poor Danny had been too tired to brush his teeth before bed.
Daniel’s hips rose to meet Jack’s hand, even in sleep, and Jack wondered to himself what it might be like to have those hips pressed tight against his rear, Daniel buried deep inside him. Or, conversely, what would it be like to bury himself in Daniel, tight and hot, and… was he whimpering?
“Jack.”
Jack froze, his lips leaving Daniel’s throat and his hand halting its rhythm. Even if Daniel had awoken, he couldn’t see him, could he? That was the whole point of being invisible! But then, that meant –
“Oh, god, Jack. Don’t stop.”
That meant Daniel was dreaming about him. Cool.
“Never,” Dream-Jack whispered in Daniel’s ear, nipping at the lobe. His hand slipped out of Daniel’s flannels, and he moved to line Daniel’s body up with his own. Dream-Jack continued to kiss Daniel’s neck, face and lips as their bodies rocked together, fully clothed.
What had begun as a leisurely pace grew to a fevered pitch, and the friction between their cloth-covered cocks was electric. Daniel could barely remember his own name, and his vocabulary was reduced to a single syllable as his hips stuttered and jerked. “Jack!”
“Danny,” Jack groaned, holding Daniel close while he came, a few more thrusts of his hips eliciting his own orgasm. He stroked Daniel’s hair, still damp from the shower. “Love you, Danny.” God, he wanted to stay here, to hold Daniel as he slept. He wanted to wake up next to him, morning breath and all, but if he did, Daniel would know. He’d know that he’d snuck home with him, crept silently into his apartment and more or less molested him while he slept. He’d know how he felt about him, and he wasn’t quite sure that was a good thing. Reluctantly, Jack untangled his limbs from Daniel’s.
“I love you, too, Jack,” Daniel breathed when he could speak again.
Dream-Jack let go his hold on Daniel, wordlessly removing himself from Daniel’s embrace. It hurt.
Daniel sat up in bed, his heart still beating quickly and his body covered in a thin sheen of sweat, just in time to hear the door to his bedroom close. He’d never had a dream that felt so real, not since Shau’ri died. His bed was even warm where Jack had lain beside him. One hand scratched idly at his groin, and he realized there was a sticky mess that, if not dealt with, would dry into a potentially painful situation involving flannel and hair. Daniel threw off the blankets and shuffled out of the bedroom. “You’re a pain in the ass, Jack O’Neill,” he grumbled as he made his way to the bathroom.
“Yeah, I know, but you love me anyway.”
Daniel stopped in his tracks and turned to look in the direction the voice had come from. He could imagine, if not actually see, Jack sprawled on his couch like he owned the place. “Jack?”
Jack mentally smacked himself in the head. “Daniel.”
There was a very long pause, in which Jack started to worry that Daniel was about to freak out. “I’m going to clean up,” Daniel said finally. “You probably should, too. And then…”
Jack held his breath while Daniel left the sentence hanging. “And then?”
“And then… you should come back to bed. That couch isn’t good for your back.”