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Daniel rolled over on his side and blinked his eyes half open, gaze landing at the glaring red alarm clock on the nightstand. 5:33. Not his alarm clock. Not his nightstand. Not his house.
It took him a second to register where he was. Jack’s house. Jack’s bed. Jack’s alarm clock.
“Can sleep for bout another hour.” Jack’s voice behind him.
“You can see the alarm from over there?” Daniel mumbled into the pillow, squinting his eyes shut again. He felt Jack roll over, towards him.
“Got an alarm in my head.”
“Mm…am I sleeping on your side of the bed?”
“Yes.” Jack tucked in behind him, slotting their bodies together, knees in the crook of Daniel’s, arm snaking around his waist, face nuzzled into the crook of his neck. “Go back to sleep,” he breathed against him.
Daniel huffed, burrowing deeper into the warmth of the bed and Jack, body relaxed, willing his brain to do the same from when it’d kicked online at the sight of the clock. Jack’s breaths were tickling the back of his neck. This was the third time he’d slept over in a week since they became, well…lovers? Fuck buddies? Consummated their years-long mutual obsession? And now, here he was, waking up in Jack’s bed. He both could and couldn’t get used to this.
He hooked a foot over the back of Jack’s leg, spooning him up closer, trying to encourage Jack’s half-hard morning erection to snug up into the crook of his ass. He got a pleased grunt in response, a half-hearted thrust against him. Daniel sighed and reached down for himself inside his boxers, just lazily fondling himself, letting arousal wash up slowly over him like a gentle wave.
“Fuck.” Jack’s voice behind him in his ear, soft, emphasis on the plosive of the “k.” Yeah. He was kicking into gear. God, the things they’d done last night. There was a time he never, never in a million years would have thought…and then another time when it was all he could think about. His ass was still sore from last night, a sweet, aching throb. The marks on his thighs would turn into bruises. Jack’s knees were probably killing him. They had to take it easy this morning.
“Daniel.” Jack thrust against him, a sinuous roll of his hips up against his backside, his dick getting good and hard now. He took Daniel’s earlobe between his teeth and tugged, licked at the earlobe, trailed his lips down his neck, mouthed against the corded muscle. Jack’s hand snaking down to bat Daniel’s away from where he was fondling himself, fingertips light, thumbing the head. His dick was sore, too. Jack took it in his hand, wrapped it up, squeezed the length of it. Slow. Firm. Thumbed over the slit. Squeezed hard.
Daniel let out a sound. A whimper, a plea, a protest.
“Sore?” Jack asked, kissing his shoulder, the chuckle evident in his voice.
“Yeah,” Daniel said, all throat, no volume. “Hurts a little.” He thrust his ass backwards against Jack’s hard dick.
Jack continued kissing along his shoulder blade. “Hurts good or hurts bad?” He let his grip up a little, slid his hand down to Daniel’s balls, gripping them in his palm, just holding. God, sometimes he touched Daniel like he was a precious artifact. So uncharacteristic. And yet.
“Hurts good,” Daniel decided. “Just. Go slow.”
Jack hummed. Daniel could feel his smile against his shoulder. “You up for…” Jack’s hand trailed, a bit roughly, over the crease between groin and hip, over the rounded curve of his ass, around the cheek and up. His middle finger rubbed against his hole. Dipped inside just a little, up to the first digit. Just a little stretch.
Daniel hissed. “God,” he choked out.
“Yeah.” Jack was kissing his neck again. “We probably shouldn’t.” He shoved the finger in up to the second digit, crooked it inside.
Daniel let out an embarrassing sound, kicked his leg out and buried his face in the pillow. “Nnnngh. Fuck me,” he said, voice muffled into the pillow. He squeezed his eyes shut, moisture leaking out of the corners.
“Are you sure?” Jack slowly rotated them, moving with a fluidity that seemed unlike him as he rearranged their bodies, lifting up as he angled Daniel downwards, hips up, ass in the air, pulling Daniel's boxers down his legs and off, kicking his legs open wider to kneel between them. “Put a pillow here, under your stomach.” He grabbed the one he’d been sleeping on, bunching it up under Daniel.
“You’re so thoughtful when you’re about to fucking wreck me,” Daniel mumbled, saliva pooling in his mouth from just the thought of what they were about to do, from being in this position of total submission, ass exposed, still sore from last night. He was hard as a rock, even the brush of the bedsheets felt too sensitive. Jack fucked too hard. He was gonna get it. But he had no intention of stopping it. If it was anything like last night, like two nights ago, like Sunday, it was well worth it.
Jack spread him open with his thumbs. He felt the cool drizzle of lube over his asshole. The index finger went in, stretching, massaging the lube into his sore insides. Swirling, teasing. He was taking his time.
“Admiring the view?” Daniel asked. “C’mon, Jack, put your cock in me already, we don’t have all morning.”
Jack gave his butt a little slap with his other hand, chiding him. “Stop being so impatient,” he said. “Your asshole’s really red, you know that? Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this.” He continued his anal massage, stretching, probing, trying to be careful. Sometimes it would stretch one way and Daniel hissed. Stretch another way and he moaned. He let his own hand fall to his leaking cock, giving himself a few thoughtless tugs.
“Maybe I should just suck you,” Jack said. He pressed a kiss into Daniel’s spine. “I’d like that. Your pretty, pink dick. You taste so fucking good, Daniel.” Another kiss, this one lower, on the base of his spine. “Would you like that?” he asked softly.
Daniel groaned. “How am I supposed to choose?” he said. But he shoved his ass backwards, finding the outline of Jack’s cock with it and rubbing it against it. “God. Fuck me,” he ordered. “Do it now. Please, Jack.”
He heard Jack’s sharp intake of breath behind him. Yeah, that’s right, you bastard. You lose control for once. He felt Jack’s thumbs spreading him again, felt the head of his cock up against his hole. He pressed inside, just an inch or two, smooth as butter.
Daniel whimpered, hands fisting the sheets.
“Too much?” Jack’s hands were braced firmly on his hips. His body felt sure but his voice had a tremor in it, like he was trying to take it slow for Daniel’s sake but barely keeping a lid on it.
“Nnnngh,” Daniel said articulately. “Go in. All the way in. Come on, Colonel, give me your—”
His retort was cut off as Jack slid all the way home, hips snug up against his ass.
“Oh my god,” Daniel said. “Oh my god, oh my god.” His breaths were coming in short pants. “You’re right on my—right on my…”
“Prostate?” Jack pulled out halfway and slammed back in.
Hard, too hard. Daniel let out a choked noise, trying to adjust. This was crazy, they really shouldn’t, except that he really, really wanted to.
“Tell me to—stop anytime,” Jack said, reading the resistance in Daniel’s body. He had a firm grip on Daniel’s hips and was making these little experimental thrusts, rolling his hips up into him, trying to take it easy, though sometimes his body would betray him, jerking forward, sinking in deeper. Daniel was so open that it would be hard not to. A tremor ran through Daniel’s body—sympathy, arousal, something.
“You couldn’t stop if you—ohhh, my god, oh my god, oh god, right there, Jack, right there right there right there—”
“Hnngh, can I just—”
“Do it, fucking do it. Do me.” Daniel had to will his teeth to unclench around his tongue, he’d been biting down so hard it would have bled. He started stripping his own cock mercilessly. The sounds he was making were completely inhuman. It hurt, it fucking hurt, it hurt so good, so good, oh god he never wanted it to stop, he wanted Jack to be fucking him for all eternity, wasn’t that a thought—
Jack was pulling him backwards onto his dick in time with his thrusts, grunting, primal. He probably fucks me the way he’s always wanted to fuck, Daniel thought. Fucks me harder than he ever could with his wife, than with any woman, anyone he had to be careful with. The thought sent a fierce shiver of pride, of surprise possessiveness, through his entire body. Long, hard, strokes now. Burning, aching. It went on for ages—Jack sometimes had a hair trigger when they fucked at night but in the mornings he could fuck for a long time. Daniel’s hand was a blur on his own cock, his eyes squeezed shut tight. He’d come any minute now. It was so, so good. It was good and hard, though not as hard as last night. Jack was holding back.
“Come on, Jack,” he gritted out between his teeth.
“Don’t be a— brat,” Jack groused back between thrusts. “You’re gonna be— hobbling into the SGC today. What are we— s’posed to tell people?”
“Unnnhh,” Daniel had pushed up tucked into himself, the top of his head mashed into the pillow, watching his own cock in his hand, twisting to catch a glimpse of Jack behind him—sheen of sweat on his chest, dog tags jingling, bouncing—he slept with the damn things on; Daniel would never understand why except he did. Jack's eyes were wide and too dark to see how blown his pupils were but he looked transported, gone, and yet completely here. His gaze fell to Daniel’s. Daniel managed to smile up at him, just a small quirk of his lips.
Jack lost it. His thrusts became erratic, on one hard thrust—really hard, god, so good—he barked out a choked groan, wrapping his arms tight around Daniel, gathering him closer than seemed humanly possible, burying his face in his neck, shaking and trembling as he unloaded inside him. The tightness of his grip felt like relief, like gratitude. His orgasm felt like something Daniel was afraid to name yet.
They slumped down face first into the bed together, a heap of limbs and sweat. Daniel was still toying with his erection, but he’d gotten distracted by what was happening in his ass, by Jack coming. He loved the way Jack came. He would never tell him that, of course.
“Hold up.” Jack rubbed circles onto his lower back as he carefully pulled out, a slow, slick slide. Godfuckingdamnit, they were a couple of idiots, though. His asshole burned and ached and burned and it was so good and he savored it like the perverted secret treasure it was, but he was going to have to call in sick to the mountain today or tell people he’d spent the entire night horseback riding or something which didn’t make any sense. They needed to be more careful. It was just the first week though. They’d calm the fuck down. It wouldn’t always be like this. Might as well enjoy it.
Jack tapped his hip. “Roll over.”
Daniel complied with a muffled noise, stretching his arms up over his head. He watched with a half-lidded, lustful gaze as Colonel hotass smartass dumbass went down on him. He really got a kick out of it. Jack should be blowing him. Serves him right. Shut him the fuck up, he—
“Ohh, my fucking god.” His train of thought was rudely interrupted by Jack doing that tongue swirl thing he’d been doing since the first night. Jesus Christ he was never going to let this man out of bed. That was it. They were quitting the Stargate program. They would retire and just fuck all the time. And read, of course. Play chess sometimes. Watch the—
“Nnnngh, Jack, fuck, god baby that feels so fucking good.” He thrust up into his mouth, his wicked, stupid, grinning mouth. Daniel hated that the endearment slipped past but he couldn’t help it and maybe Jack would hate it but maybe he liked it and goddamnit Jack was so goddamn attractive it was entirely unfair and the moron just had to be good at blowjobs how was that even possible and he—
Jack fucking winked at him.
Daniel lost it. “Jaa-ack—” And he was coming, right down the bastard’s throat and Jack was swallowing, where the fuck did he learn to do that, Daniel wasn’t entirely sure he wasn’t in some alien prison hallucinating this whole love affair.
Love. Was that what this was?
Jack slid his mouth off him, lips a tight seal, cleaning up his mess as Daniel softened inside him. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Crawled up over Daniel’s body on the bed. Stared into his eyes, gaze all sparkly and stupid. Leaned down and kissed him on the mouth. Soft, slow. Tongue sliding inside to share Daniel’s own taste with him. Fuck but he tasted good when he was on Jack’s tongue.
Jack sank down on top of him, heavy weight, sweat, face in the crook of Daniel’s neck. Kissed him there. “Seven minutes,” he said into his ear.
“In heaven?” Daniel asked.
Jack chuckled. Kissed his neck again. Daniel felt Jack’s eyelashes flutter closed against his skin. He’d doze for exactly seven minutes, then wake himself. He didn’t need an alarm clock. Daniel let his hands trail up and over the rugged planes of his back, the muscles, the scars, the soft and tender places.
Fuck. He loved him. That was ok, he guessed. Daniel sighed, and relaxed.