Adjustments A3 (Final)
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brainofckTitle: Adjustments, Part A3
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muck_a_luck, posting in brainofck
Pairing: Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill
Rating: NC-17
Summary: This story is a close cousin of Metamorphosis, except in this story, Daniel really has changed into a woman.
Content/warnings: Het content.
Disclaimer: If anybody is planning a script like this for SG-1, I'm certainly not going to claim any rights to it. However, I'd be delighted to work in a co-writing/consulting/first-reader/advisory-type capacity, with my fee to be negotiated at that time. :D
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only.muck_a_luck and brainofck
Previous chapters located here.
This story has become a choose your own ending, make your own porn deal. This is the second completed ending, though if you have been reading from the beginning it completes the "original" story with no edits to earlier chapters.
The sequence leading to this ending is as follows:
Adjustments, Part 1
Adjustments, Part 2
Adjustments, Part 3
Adjustments, Part 4
Adjustments, Part 5
Adjustments, Part 6
Adjustments, Part 7
Ending A
Adjustments, Part A1
Adjustments, Part A2
The ring came on his cellphone so soon after Harper's departure that Daniel almost ignored it. But a call on the cell could be a call from the mountain.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Daniel! You awake?"
"Jack?" Daniel replied stupidly.
"Not awake, then," Jack said with a chuckle.
"Sure. Yeah. I'm up." Daniel protested.
"Great! Then come downstairs and help me bring the junk up from my truck!"
"Jack, where are you, exactly?"
"I got that fab parking space at the curb right by the front door of your building."
"OK. Sure. Just let me put some clothes on," he said without thinking, then winced.
"Noon thirty on a Saturday," said Jack with an exaggerated sigh as the call disconnected.
Daniel's heart was skipping beats. There was no way Jack could have missed Harper leaving. Was there?
"Let me put some clothes on?!" he repeated to himself in disgust.
"So what is this stuff?" Daniel asked as he set the box on the table. Jack was carrying in plastic grocery bags full of – Daniel eyed them cautiously. Flour?
"I was going around the yard sales today," Jack began. He manfully ignored Daniel's explosive snort of laughter when Daniel pretended it was a sneeze.
"I was going around the yard sales," he reiterated, his look practically daring Daniel to laugh again, "And I found this stuff!"
Jack reached into the box and started pulling things out. A flat round piece of sandstone, a couple of round non-stick baking pans, a rolling pin, a pizza cutter, aprons, hats. Daniel was laughing again. He couldn't help himself. Jack put one of the chef hats on his head and brandished the rolling pin menacingly.
Daniel began pawing through the grocery bags. Yup. Flour, yeast, cheese after cheese, tomato sauce, garlic, veggies, pepperoni and about three kinds of sausage.
"Quit laughing!" Jack admonished him, his own smirk giving him away. "I thought it would be fun to try and make it! But no way I was going to try it on my own."
"I'm honored you thought I could help," Daniel said mock-seriously. "You realize I don't have..."
Jack lifted a cookbook out of the bottom of the box with a flourish.
"Okay," said Daniel. "I'm game."
The pizza was remarkably good, all things considered. Daniel broke out a bottle of red, and they had a late-afternoon feast.
"Here's to yard sales," Daniel toasted. Jack acknowledged the toast with the slightest tilt of his glass.
"I'm surprised you don't do the yard sale thing," Jack said. He seemed thoughtful. He'd been friendly and teasing all afternoon. His old self, really. Daniel wondered what he was thinking now.
"Why should that surprise you? It requires being up at the crack of dawn on Saturday mornings, for one thing."
"Yeah, but there's so much weird old stuff at yard sales. Seems like it would be right up your alley."
Daniel shrugged and nodded in a sort of noncommittal way.
"Still, there's the whole Saturday morning thing," Daniel replied.
"You never know what you'll find," Jack pressed. "Or who you might meet."
Harper. In the course of their pizza-making excursion, Daniel had forgotten. Now he blushed hard, knowing by the way Jack was staring into the depths of his wine glass that Jack must have guessed. He wouldn't meet Daniel's eyes.
"Yeah, you never know," Daniel replied, his heart in his throat.
Jack stared at nothing for a few minutes.
"It had to be him, didn't it?" Jack finally asked, his voice strained and harsh.
"I guess so," Daniel replied.
"I can't believe he didn't piss himself and run," Jack said.
"I assured him that Teal'c regretted his behavior," Daniel said pointedly. "Though you will be pleased to know that at least he claimed to be more worried about you."
"And who said Marines were stupid?" Jack asked darkly.
Daniel stood abruptly, taking the remains of the pizza tray back to the kitchen. He heard Jack following behind him with their plates.
"Was it worth it?" he asked.
"Was what worth it?" Daniel replied, unable to think of a suitable response. He stood by the sink, pretending to be busy tidying up the leftovers.
He froze as Jack's fingers gently caressed the back of his neck. The slight sting of the touch told him that Jack had found one of the many light marks Harper had left on Daniel's skin the night before.
"Fucking him?" Jack's answer sounded like a question.
"Does it really matter to you?" Daniel turned to face him, feeling defiant, though he knew it was really only a way of trying to hide his own guilt from himself. But Daniel truly did want to know.
Jack eyed him narrowly.
"I thought you were straight," Jack's voice was tense with anger. "I know there's some explanation here, and I want it."
"You aren't entitled to any kind of explanation from me," Daniel stated flatly, though what he really wanted to say was I wish it had been you.
Jack's eyes went hard and his mouth thinned to an angry line, but all he said was, "No, I'm not."
Daniel sighed.
"For what it's worth, last night was a one time thing," Daniel ventured.
"Does Harper know that?" Jack nearly sneered. Not quite.
"I was clear about that from the beginning."
Jack nodded. Daniel put the pizza in the refrigerator and refilled his wine glass. He raised the bottle to Jack in a mute question. Jack shook his head. Daniel slipped by him to the living room, carefully not touching him as he passed him in the kitchen entry.
"That doesn't really explain why," Jack prompted him, as he settled back onto the couch.
"Like I said..."
"I know. None of my business. But it seems to me like if you were looking to experiment you could have kept that among friends."
"Funny, that's almost exactly what Russ said."
"Smarter and smarter," Jack mused. "Maybe you should have taken his advice."
Daniel stared at him in disbelief.
"Do you really think I could have done a one-time thing with Teal'c?"
Jack took a sip of his wine, spinning the stem of the glass between his fingers. Daniel tried to relax back into the cushions of the couch and pretend the conversation was over.
For a while, he thought maybe Jack had run out of questions.
He was wrong.
"What about me?" Jack asked.
Daniel sighed heavily.
"What about you?"
"You could have asked."
"Could I?" Daniel tried to keep his voice neutral. "A one-time thing? Between us?"
"Why not?" Jack asked.
Daniel just stared at him and Jack stared back. Blank face. Dead eyes. Daniel went from worried and embarrassed to angry. Pure white anger.
"Were you even in the same room with me, Jack?!" Daniel practically shouted. He felt a certain satisfaction when Jack started slightly. "We were talking about love. Fuck you! You were indirectly proposing marriage! I know this wasn't the same for you as it was for me. You didn't fall for me. You fell for her. Then I changed and wasn't her anymore. I understand that."
"But you didn't change, did you, Jack?"
Jack was quiet. Face still expressionless. Staring into the ruby depths of his glass.
Daniel realized he was just making an idiot of himself.
"So, anyway," Daniel continued more conversationally, "You really weren't an option, either."
"So what was it, then? A little self-exploration?" Jack asked. His voice wasn't as neutral as his face. The question sounded harsh and cold.
"I'm straight, Jack," Daniel said. "Or at least, I always was before. But now I'm trying to figure out exactly how much of what is left in my head is just the remains of Dani's hormones, and how much of it is really me. Harper was willing to help me with that. I couldn't ask Teal'c and I couldn't ask you."
Jack's face had never been more unreadable.
"Because what you're trying to figure out is whether you would still want to fuck me?"
Daniel refused to acknowledge that.
"I should go," Jack said, standing suddenly. The look on his face suddenly made Daniel think of how horrible it could be to be alone.
"There's really no reason," Daniel said softly.
But Jack was gone almost before the words were out of Daniel's mouth.
Jack was running. He knew it, but couldn't stop himself. He sat in his truck in front of Daniel's building and tried to pull himself together.
He cursed the Stargate and the SGC and super-powerful alien races with sadistic tendencies.
He cursed his own bizarre life. He cursed Daniel and his open mind and his honesty.
And he cursed himself and his complete lack of self-control.
Which wasn't really fair to himself. Jack had plenty of self-control. Regulations combined with his ethics and understanding of the needs of his unit had been enough to keep him the hell away from Carter, despite the fact that she was a flyboy's wet dream and clearly using regs defensively herself. She wanted him. He wanted her. But he knew how to keep his dick in his pants and his professional relationships, however deeply personal they might become, did not become sexual.
It was only Daniel who had ever gotten around that. Only Daniel who had ever been more to him than a brother-in-arms. Only Daniel who, even as his true, very male self, had ever offered Jack a real challenge to his good judgment and control.
Daniel was the only one who had ever broken him.
Though, still trying to be fair to himself, Daniel had to change into a damn fuckable woman to pull it off.
Daniel was wrong, of course. Even more wrong that he could ever possibly have imagined. Jack hadn't fallen for pretty little girl Dani. He had fallen for Daniel Jackson, and it had happened well before Daniel had ever noticed Jack.
But now, Daniel had noticed Jack, and Daniel had cracked. Jack wasn't stupid. He understood exactly what Daniel was doing. Daniel was testing the limits of his own sexuality to see if he actually wanted a physical relationship with another man. He was trying to find out if it made any sense to try to follow up on his feelings for Jack.
Jack suddenly felt a terrible urge to hurt someone.
Daniel should have come to him.
Daniel opened the door in a ragged t-shirt and an old pair of jeans. The stretched neck of the shirt revealed truths that probably should have remained secret. Daniel stepped back, warily gesturing him into the apartment, but rather than go through, Jack stepped up to Daniel, reaching out to touch the distinct bruise just behind and below Daniel's ear.
Daniel flinched away, startled into a retreating step that brought him up hard against the wall. Jack followed him and the door thudded closed behind him.
Thunder crashed despite the beautiful day outside. Daniel and his "environmental" CDs. Who would have thought? There was a sizzle of lightening as Jack pinned Daniels shoulders to the wall and leaned in to touch his lips to that mark, running his tongue across the marred flesh, letting his own teeth scrape again where Harper's had last night. Daniel's body was tense under Jack's hands, his eyes wide when Jack yielded the first spot, pulling away just long enough to find another, just visible under the edge of Daniel's collar on his shoulder. Jack attacked this bruise so viscously that Daniel gasped and squirmed, but Jack pressed hard into him with hip and chest and, with what sounded suspiciously like a moan, Daniel stopped fighting.
Jack tugged the collar hard over and found the next in the series of lovebites. Harper had been more aggressive here, and Jack's rough treatment was leaving a vivid path of double bruises that would sting and stay purple and red for days. They would be the talk of the infirmary after their next post-mission medical.
"I want this shirt off," Jack growled. He stepped back yanking the shirt upward. Daniel didn't fight and now his chest and torso were bare in the late afternoon light. His eyes were wild and his cheeks were flushed and Jack had never wanted anyone so much in his life, not even Dani, who had driven him nearly out of his mind with lust for months.
The light bruises crossed Daniel's broad, smooth chest, pausing over his nipple, descending across his belly towards the opposite hip, the trail logically plunging below the waist of Daniel's jeans.
A deep ominous roll of thunder made the whole apartment tremble.
"Are we doing this here?" Jack asked roughly.
Daniel looked shell-shocked. He was practically panting, and Jack couldn't resist his open lips. Jack kissed him fiercely, plunging in with tongue and nipping at Daniel's lower lip delicately. When Jack began trailing wet kisses down Daniel's neck, Daniel finally gasped, "No, not here."
Daniel bare-chested in his jeans was a beautiful sight, but Daniel naked in the rosy late-afternoon light was better. Jack pushed gently, then again, until Daniel lay down on the bed and waited for him. Jack remembered taking Dani to bed. Funny how Daniel looked for more dazed than Dani had.
Jack made to climb onto the bed after him.
"No. Not like that."
Then Daniel sat up to meet him, loosening his belt tugging open his fly. Jack toed off his shoes.
Once Jack was naked, Daniel didn't protest again. Just let Jack push him back into the mattresses, biting and sucking his way along the path left by someone else the night before, drawing sighs and squirms and moans and once a keening cry from his lover.
"What did he do to you?" Jack asked, just before latching on to the mark just at the juncture of Daniel's hip and thigh.
"Everything," answered Daniel breathlessly. "That was the arrangement. One night, no strings, but anything he wanted."
"Did you suck him?" Jack's voice was gruff.
"Yeah."
Jack licked his way back up Daniel's body to his mouth, painting broad swaths with his tongue. With a quick swipe to his lips, Jack kept going, crawling over Daniel and kneeling above him, bracing his arms on the head board and shoving his cock into Daniel's upturned face. Daniel took it without hesitation.
It was amazing – his cock down Daniel's throat. Daniel's trembling fingers touching everywhere he could reach – tracing the curve of Jack's hips, around his buttocks, over his balls. It was hard to be patient – not to force Daniel to deep throat him. Not to treat Daniel's mouth like he'd once treated his pussy. But it was Daniel, and Jack was used to protecting Daniel from Jack's own urges. He was careful and in the end he wasn't disappointed as uncertain, but surprisingly clever tongue and mouth pulled a swift, stunning orgasm from him.
Daniel continued to suckle him gently as Jack shook above him. As he softened, Jack finally pulled away, reversing his earlier crawl until he was on all fours over Daniel. Daniel, who was looking wanton in a way Jack had never even imagined, with swollen wet lips and lust dark eyes and a trickle of cum drying on this face and trailing down his throat.
"You're remarkably good at that," Jack said, easing his sated body down onto Daniel. The feel of Daniel's erection hot between their bellies made his own dick twitch. Jack grinned smugly.
"Yeah, well," Daniel replied. His voice was low and sultry, everything Jack expected from sexy Dani, but somehow shocking coming from Daniel's mouth. His dick twitched again.
"I said 'everything'," Daniel reminded him. "You still able to get it up twice in a night?"
"I beg your pardon!" Jack exclaimed in mock outrage. "It's only been a few weeks since I spent the entire night fucking your brains out. What do you think has happened since then?"
Jack looked down into solemn eyes and sighed.
"We'll work this out, Daniel," he said softly. His fingers traced through Daniel's hairline, over his forehead, around his ear, down the trail of beautiful bruises. When Daniel opened his mouth to speak, Jack stopped him with his tongue. The would make it work, he tried to tell Daniel with soft lips and strong tongue and no words.
The would adjust.
End.
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Author:
muck_a_luck, posting in brainofckPairing: Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill
Rating: NC-17
Summary: This story is a close cousin of Metamorphosis, except in this story, Daniel really has changed into a woman.
Content/warnings: Het content.
Disclaimer: If anybody is planning a script like this for SG-1, I'm certainly not going to claim any rights to it. However, I'd be delighted to work in a co-writing/consulting/first-reader/advisory-type capacity, with my fee to be negotiated at that time. :D
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only.
muck_a_luck and brainofckPrevious chapters located here.
This story has become a choose your own ending, make your own porn deal. This is the second completed ending, though if you have been reading from the beginning it completes the "original" story with no edits to earlier chapters.
The sequence leading to this ending is as follows:
Adjustments, Part 1
Adjustments, Part 2
Adjustments, Part 3
Adjustments, Part 4
Adjustments, Part 5
Adjustments, Part 6
Adjustments, Part 7
Ending A
Adjustments, Part A1
Adjustments, Part A2
The ring came on his cellphone so soon after Harper's departure that Daniel almost ignored it. But a call on the cell could be a call from the mountain.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Daniel! You awake?"
"Jack?" Daniel replied stupidly.
"Not awake, then," Jack said with a chuckle.
"Sure. Yeah. I'm up." Daniel protested.
"Great! Then come downstairs and help me bring the junk up from my truck!"
"Jack, where are you, exactly?"
"I got that fab parking space at the curb right by the front door of your building."
"OK. Sure. Just let me put some clothes on," he said without thinking, then winced.
"Noon thirty on a Saturday," said Jack with an exaggerated sigh as the call disconnected.
Daniel's heart was skipping beats. There was no way Jack could have missed Harper leaving. Was there?
"Let me put some clothes on?!" he repeated to himself in disgust.
"So what is this stuff?" Daniel asked as he set the box on the table. Jack was carrying in plastic grocery bags full of – Daniel eyed them cautiously. Flour?
"I was going around the yard sales today," Jack began. He manfully ignored Daniel's explosive snort of laughter when Daniel pretended it was a sneeze.
"I was going around the yard sales," he reiterated, his look practically daring Daniel to laugh again, "And I found this stuff!"
Jack reached into the box and started pulling things out. A flat round piece of sandstone, a couple of round non-stick baking pans, a rolling pin, a pizza cutter, aprons, hats. Daniel was laughing again. He couldn't help himself. Jack put one of the chef hats on his head and brandished the rolling pin menacingly.
Daniel began pawing through the grocery bags. Yup. Flour, yeast, cheese after cheese, tomato sauce, garlic, veggies, pepperoni and about three kinds of sausage.
"Quit laughing!" Jack admonished him, his own smirk giving him away. "I thought it would be fun to try and make it! But no way I was going to try it on my own."
"I'm honored you thought I could help," Daniel said mock-seriously. "You realize I don't have..."
Jack lifted a cookbook out of the bottom of the box with a flourish.
"Okay," said Daniel. "I'm game."
The pizza was remarkably good, all things considered. Daniel broke out a bottle of red, and they had a late-afternoon feast.
"Here's to yard sales," Daniel toasted. Jack acknowledged the toast with the slightest tilt of his glass.
"I'm surprised you don't do the yard sale thing," Jack said. He seemed thoughtful. He'd been friendly and teasing all afternoon. His old self, really. Daniel wondered what he was thinking now.
"Why should that surprise you? It requires being up at the crack of dawn on Saturday mornings, for one thing."
"Yeah, but there's so much weird old stuff at yard sales. Seems like it would be right up your alley."
Daniel shrugged and nodded in a sort of noncommittal way.
"Still, there's the whole Saturday morning thing," Daniel replied.
"You never know what you'll find," Jack pressed. "Or who you might meet."
Harper. In the course of their pizza-making excursion, Daniel had forgotten. Now he blushed hard, knowing by the way Jack was staring into the depths of his wine glass that Jack must have guessed. He wouldn't meet Daniel's eyes.
"Yeah, you never know," Daniel replied, his heart in his throat.
Jack stared at nothing for a few minutes.
"It had to be him, didn't it?" Jack finally asked, his voice strained and harsh.
"I guess so," Daniel replied.
"I can't believe he didn't piss himself and run," Jack said.
"I assured him that Teal'c regretted his behavior," Daniel said pointedly. "Though you will be pleased to know that at least he claimed to be more worried about you."
"And who said Marines were stupid?" Jack asked darkly.
Daniel stood abruptly, taking the remains of the pizza tray back to the kitchen. He heard Jack following behind him with their plates.
"Was it worth it?" he asked.
"Was what worth it?" Daniel replied, unable to think of a suitable response. He stood by the sink, pretending to be busy tidying up the leftovers.
He froze as Jack's fingers gently caressed the back of his neck. The slight sting of the touch told him that Jack had found one of the many light marks Harper had left on Daniel's skin the night before.
"Fucking him?" Jack's answer sounded like a question.
"Does it really matter to you?" Daniel turned to face him, feeling defiant, though he knew it was really only a way of trying to hide his own guilt from himself. But Daniel truly did want to know.
Jack eyed him narrowly.
"I thought you were straight," Jack's voice was tense with anger. "I know there's some explanation here, and I want it."
"You aren't entitled to any kind of explanation from me," Daniel stated flatly, though what he really wanted to say was I wish it had been you.
Jack's eyes went hard and his mouth thinned to an angry line, but all he said was, "No, I'm not."
Daniel sighed.
"For what it's worth, last night was a one time thing," Daniel ventured.
"Does Harper know that?" Jack nearly sneered. Not quite.
"I was clear about that from the beginning."
Jack nodded. Daniel put the pizza in the refrigerator and refilled his wine glass. He raised the bottle to Jack in a mute question. Jack shook his head. Daniel slipped by him to the living room, carefully not touching him as he passed him in the kitchen entry.
"That doesn't really explain why," Jack prompted him, as he settled back onto the couch.
"Like I said..."
"I know. None of my business. But it seems to me like if you were looking to experiment you could have kept that among friends."
"Funny, that's almost exactly what Russ said."
"Smarter and smarter," Jack mused. "Maybe you should have taken his advice."
Daniel stared at him in disbelief.
"Do you really think I could have done a one-time thing with Teal'c?"
Jack took a sip of his wine, spinning the stem of the glass between his fingers. Daniel tried to relax back into the cushions of the couch and pretend the conversation was over.
For a while, he thought maybe Jack had run out of questions.
He was wrong.
"What about me?" Jack asked.
Daniel sighed heavily.
"What about you?"
"You could have asked."
"Could I?" Daniel tried to keep his voice neutral. "A one-time thing? Between us?"
"Why not?" Jack asked.
Daniel just stared at him and Jack stared back. Blank face. Dead eyes. Daniel went from worried and embarrassed to angry. Pure white anger.
"Were you even in the same room with me, Jack?!" Daniel practically shouted. He felt a certain satisfaction when Jack started slightly. "We were talking about love. Fuck you! You were indirectly proposing marriage! I know this wasn't the same for you as it was for me. You didn't fall for me. You fell for her. Then I changed and wasn't her anymore. I understand that."
"But you didn't change, did you, Jack?"
Jack was quiet. Face still expressionless. Staring into the ruby depths of his glass.
Daniel realized he was just making an idiot of himself.
"So, anyway," Daniel continued more conversationally, "You really weren't an option, either."
"So what was it, then? A little self-exploration?" Jack asked. His voice wasn't as neutral as his face. The question sounded harsh and cold.
"I'm straight, Jack," Daniel said. "Or at least, I always was before. But now I'm trying to figure out exactly how much of what is left in my head is just the remains of Dani's hormones, and how much of it is really me. Harper was willing to help me with that. I couldn't ask Teal'c and I couldn't ask you."
Jack's face had never been more unreadable.
"Because what you're trying to figure out is whether you would still want to fuck me?"
Daniel refused to acknowledge that.
"I should go," Jack said, standing suddenly. The look on his face suddenly made Daniel think of how horrible it could be to be alone.
"There's really no reason," Daniel said softly.
But Jack was gone almost before the words were out of Daniel's mouth.
Jack was running. He knew it, but couldn't stop himself. He sat in his truck in front of Daniel's building and tried to pull himself together.
He cursed the Stargate and the SGC and super-powerful alien races with sadistic tendencies.
He cursed his own bizarre life. He cursed Daniel and his open mind and his honesty.
And he cursed himself and his complete lack of self-control.
Which wasn't really fair to himself. Jack had plenty of self-control. Regulations combined with his ethics and understanding of the needs of his unit had been enough to keep him the hell away from Carter, despite the fact that she was a flyboy's wet dream and clearly using regs defensively herself. She wanted him. He wanted her. But he knew how to keep his dick in his pants and his professional relationships, however deeply personal they might become, did not become sexual.
It was only Daniel who had ever gotten around that. Only Daniel who had ever been more to him than a brother-in-arms. Only Daniel who, even as his true, very male self, had ever offered Jack a real challenge to his good judgment and control.
Daniel was the only one who had ever broken him.
Though, still trying to be fair to himself, Daniel had to change into a damn fuckable woman to pull it off.
Daniel was wrong, of course. Even more wrong that he could ever possibly have imagined. Jack hadn't fallen for pretty little girl Dani. He had fallen for Daniel Jackson, and it had happened well before Daniel had ever noticed Jack.
But now, Daniel had noticed Jack, and Daniel had cracked. Jack wasn't stupid. He understood exactly what Daniel was doing. Daniel was testing the limits of his own sexuality to see if he actually wanted a physical relationship with another man. He was trying to find out if it made any sense to try to follow up on his feelings for Jack.
Jack suddenly felt a terrible urge to hurt someone.
Daniel should have come to him.
Daniel opened the door in a ragged t-shirt and an old pair of jeans. The stretched neck of the shirt revealed truths that probably should have remained secret. Daniel stepped back, warily gesturing him into the apartment, but rather than go through, Jack stepped up to Daniel, reaching out to touch the distinct bruise just behind and below Daniel's ear.
Daniel flinched away, startled into a retreating step that brought him up hard against the wall. Jack followed him and the door thudded closed behind him.
Thunder crashed despite the beautiful day outside. Daniel and his "environmental" CDs. Who would have thought? There was a sizzle of lightening as Jack pinned Daniels shoulders to the wall and leaned in to touch his lips to that mark, running his tongue across the marred flesh, letting his own teeth scrape again where Harper's had last night. Daniel's body was tense under Jack's hands, his eyes wide when Jack yielded the first spot, pulling away just long enough to find another, just visible under the edge of Daniel's collar on his shoulder. Jack attacked this bruise so viscously that Daniel gasped and squirmed, but Jack pressed hard into him with hip and chest and, with what sounded suspiciously like a moan, Daniel stopped fighting.
Jack tugged the collar hard over and found the next in the series of lovebites. Harper had been more aggressive here, and Jack's rough treatment was leaving a vivid path of double bruises that would sting and stay purple and red for days. They would be the talk of the infirmary after their next post-mission medical.
"I want this shirt off," Jack growled. He stepped back yanking the shirt upward. Daniel didn't fight and now his chest and torso were bare in the late afternoon light. His eyes were wild and his cheeks were flushed and Jack had never wanted anyone so much in his life, not even Dani, who had driven him nearly out of his mind with lust for months.
The light bruises crossed Daniel's broad, smooth chest, pausing over his nipple, descending across his belly towards the opposite hip, the trail logically plunging below the waist of Daniel's jeans.
A deep ominous roll of thunder made the whole apartment tremble.
"Are we doing this here?" Jack asked roughly.
Daniel looked shell-shocked. He was practically panting, and Jack couldn't resist his open lips. Jack kissed him fiercely, plunging in with tongue and nipping at Daniel's lower lip delicately. When Jack began trailing wet kisses down Daniel's neck, Daniel finally gasped, "No, not here."
Daniel bare-chested in his jeans was a beautiful sight, but Daniel naked in the rosy late-afternoon light was better. Jack pushed gently, then again, until Daniel lay down on the bed and waited for him. Jack remembered taking Dani to bed. Funny how Daniel looked for more dazed than Dani had.
Jack made to climb onto the bed after him.
"No. Not like that."
Then Daniel sat up to meet him, loosening his belt tugging open his fly. Jack toed off his shoes.
Once Jack was naked, Daniel didn't protest again. Just let Jack push him back into the mattresses, biting and sucking his way along the path left by someone else the night before, drawing sighs and squirms and moans and once a keening cry from his lover.
"What did he do to you?" Jack asked, just before latching on to the mark just at the juncture of Daniel's hip and thigh.
"Everything," answered Daniel breathlessly. "That was the arrangement. One night, no strings, but anything he wanted."
"Did you suck him?" Jack's voice was gruff.
"Yeah."
Jack licked his way back up Daniel's body to his mouth, painting broad swaths with his tongue. With a quick swipe to his lips, Jack kept going, crawling over Daniel and kneeling above him, bracing his arms on the head board and shoving his cock into Daniel's upturned face. Daniel took it without hesitation.
It was amazing – his cock down Daniel's throat. Daniel's trembling fingers touching everywhere he could reach – tracing the curve of Jack's hips, around his buttocks, over his balls. It was hard to be patient – not to force Daniel to deep throat him. Not to treat Daniel's mouth like he'd once treated his pussy. But it was Daniel, and Jack was used to protecting Daniel from Jack's own urges. He was careful and in the end he wasn't disappointed as uncertain, but surprisingly clever tongue and mouth pulled a swift, stunning orgasm from him.
Daniel continued to suckle him gently as Jack shook above him. As he softened, Jack finally pulled away, reversing his earlier crawl until he was on all fours over Daniel. Daniel, who was looking wanton in a way Jack had never even imagined, with swollen wet lips and lust dark eyes and a trickle of cum drying on this face and trailing down his throat.
"You're remarkably good at that," Jack said, easing his sated body down onto Daniel. The feel of Daniel's erection hot between their bellies made his own dick twitch. Jack grinned smugly.
"Yeah, well," Daniel replied. His voice was low and sultry, everything Jack expected from sexy Dani, but somehow shocking coming from Daniel's mouth. His dick twitched again.
"I said 'everything'," Daniel reminded him. "You still able to get it up twice in a night?"
"I beg your pardon!" Jack exclaimed in mock outrage. "It's only been a few weeks since I spent the entire night fucking your brains out. What do you think has happened since then?"
Jack looked down into solemn eyes and sighed.
"We'll work this out, Daniel," he said softly. His fingers traced through Daniel's hairline, over his forehead, around his ear, down the trail of beautiful bruises. When Daniel opened his mouth to speak, Jack stopped him with his tongue. The would make it work, he tried to tell Daniel with soft lips and strong tongue and no words.
The would adjust.
End.
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