"Hey," Daniel's soft voice steadies Jack's fluttering stomach. "This has been a long time coming."
"Yeah, yeah." If he says more, his breakfast might end up on Daniel's shoes.
"You asked her." Jack can hear the roll of Daniel's eyes.
"I'm well aware of that." Jack tugs at the ends of his jacket, straightening his dress blues. The dress blues had been Daniel's idea, but Carter—Sam—had quickly agreed.
"So . . . you want this." Daniel pats Jack's shoulder.
"I know, just. . . ." What if it goes wrong? What if she really loved the man of action and now . . . ?
"She loves you, you idiot. Stop worrying about the rest of it."
Jack cuts a glare at Daniel. "Do you mind? I'm trying to get married, here."
Daniel grins, adjusting his glasses with his left hand. "Yeah, join the club."
"Are you trying to relax me?"
Daniel squeezes Jack's penis through his dress blues. "Relaxing isn't the immediate result."
Daniel's eyes are big and innocent behind his glasses as he drops to his knees. His hands find the familiar zip, working it open without verbal consent. Not that Daniel has ever needed verbal consent, not when it comes to this.
"We've got five minutes."
Daniel grins. "Vala's stalling Sam. We've got ten. At least."
"You've got Vala in on this now?" Jack grips the counter, for the first time wondering about the sanity of allowing Daniel to suck him off in the church bathroom.
Daniel pulls back. "Hey, I'll need something to keep me busy while you and Sam have your wedding night."
Daniel's hair is soft under his fingers as Jack guides him back into place. "Shh. I promise we won't leave you out . . . either of you."