“Hands over your head.”
Jack, smirking, obeyed. “What are you doing?”“Do it,” Daniel said, rummaging in his pack by flashlight. “Jack, don’t make me tell you again.”
“What if I don’t?” Jack’s voice was light.
Daniel’s was not. “Jack,” he growled, warning.
Jack closed his eyes and groaned. Daniel’s tone went straight to his balls, and he obediently put his hands above his head.
“Don’t make a sound,” Daniel whispered, securing Jack’s hands. “Sam and Teal’c are both less than a hundred yards away. Do you want to get caught?”
“It would solve that whole thing where I retire and then I have to retire again a couple months later. Ow. That’s tight enough, you know.”
“Not. A. Sound.”
Jack rocked his hips; pinned on his stomach he did nothing to ease the pressure on his erection, but the friction reminded him why he let himself get into these positions with Daniel. “Yes, sir.”
The wicked smile on Daniel’s face was almost audible in the dark. “Good boy.”
The next thing Jack heard was the cap on a bottle of Astroglide being popped open, a sound he’d grown to anticipate in the dark stillness of night, no matter where they were, home or off-world.
Daniel was always so careful, so cautious, taking time and great care to prepare him… and drive him insane in the process. Jack was known for his patience almost as well as his diplomacy.
Jack sighed when he finally felt Daniel’s warm stomach against his back, his hot, damp breath in his ear. “Beg for it,” Daniel whispered. “Quietly.”
Jack was so hard, so painfully erect that he could barely remember his name, but he opened his mouth and the pleas escaped his lips unbidden. “Please, Danny. God, please fuck me.”
Daniel’s body was long and sinuous as it slid against Jack’s, and the hardness pressed against his well-slicked entrance was like the answer to a prayer. They both held their breath as Daniel slipped into him.
There was a low groan -- it could have come just as easily from either of them -- as Daniel began to move. Slow, shallow thrusts, carefully calculated and angled to bring Jack swiftly to the edge… and keep him there indefinitely while Daniel enjoyed himself. The tent rustled gently in the late evening breeze, and Jack whispered, “Please, Daniel.”
A dark-sounding chuckle. “Please what, Jack?”
“Please, I need to come.” His balls ached; he was close. So close that all it would take was a word of permission. A word that, apparently, Daniel was going to make him wait for.
Daniel’s lips blazed against Jack’s already heated skin, ghosting across the back of his neck and over his shoulders. His pace quickened, and Jack nearly lost it when he felt Daniel’s climax wash over both of them, the rush of hot fluid inside him turning his knees to jelly.
Daniel withdrew slowly, turning Jack over onto his back, his hands still bound over his head. His breath was almost cool over the fevered flesh of Jack’s cock, but his mouth was hot as sin as it closed around him. Jack struggled to sit up, and failed, succeeding only in catching Daniel’s gaze for a moment. Daniel nodded, almost imperceptibly, and was rewarded with a flood of hot, salty-bitter come. He swallowed it greedily before moving up to share the bounty with his captive Colonel in the form of a kiss.
A flash of silver in the night, which would normally have put Jack on his guard, meant the game was over as Daniel deftly released Jack from his bonds. Jack chuckled quietly, pulling his pants up and rubbing at his wrists. “Who’d have thought those cable ties would be good for more than just restraining hostiles?”