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phantismaTitle: Sweet Release, Part Two (Part One here)
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amara_m
Summary: Daniel's gone missing and Jack is going crazy looking for him. When the Tok'ra arrive with information, Jack isn't sure he trusts them, but SG-1 heads out. What they find when they arrive is not what Jack was expecting. Daniel is being held in an alien compound that serves as an intergalactic brothel. Jack attempts to rescue Daniel, but getting him out of there is only the beginning.
Word Count: 11,864
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: So not mine it isn't even remotely funny.
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kayljay
Prompt: 1. Sexually uninhibited Daniel; 2. prompt word: release; Optional Request: Dark story (dub/non-con); Restriction #1: Easily broken/seduced Jack; Restriction #2: M-preg
Notes: It took me a lot longer than I expected to find my way into this piece...but once I did it just kept going. I meant to have a 2k to 5k story, and ended up with nearly 12k. Not sure I totally got to a completely uninhibited Daniel. Hope you like it! WARNINGS: Dub-Con (borderline non-con), first time. In two parts because I'm verbose.
His body burned with need; even before he was fully awake Daniel could feel it, aching desire, fire in his veins, in his skin. He needed release. He needed to fill himself, to surrender it all to him.
The air around him was filled with an odd assortment of sounds. He wasn’t where he should be. He wasn’t where he needed to be. He opened one eye, blinking until he found focus. Someone’s face was swimming around hear his.
“Daniel? Can you hear me?”
He knew her, though for the moment he wasn’t sure why. “Yeah, I hear you,” he replied. He tried to lift his hand to rub at his eyes, only to find it was restrained. He rolled his head to look, too weak yet to lift his head. Both wrists were tied down.
“Easy, you’re safe.”
Safe. It seemed like such an odd word. “Then why?” He tugged at his right wrist, then froze. Something was wrong. Missing. He craned his neck. The cuff was missing. In its place were thick, white bandages. That was bad.
“Daniel, calm down.”
He looked to find the left wrist still adorned with the cuff and relaxed just a little. “You have to put it back on.”
She shook her head. “No, Daniel. We’re not going to do that.”
“Janet.” He remembered suddenly. “I have to have them. Need them.”
Her hand brushed over his cheek. “I know it feels that way right now, but I promise it will get better. We’re going to wean you off, now that we’ve figured them out, okay?” Her hands fumbled with the bandages over the wrist, undoing the restraint and lifting the hand so he could see it. “It wasn’t easy to get off.”
“Jack.” He licked his lips. The light on the remaining gauntlet was getting dark. Soon it would blink red. His turn. Time to take the offerings, serve his purpose. He needed to get back before it went red. “I want to see Jack.”
She nodded. “You promise me you’ll stay calm this time?”
He nodded and she smiled. “Okay, I’ll get him.”
She left the room and he was alone, one hand free. He fumbled for his other hand, but couldn’t quite reach to the restraint, but he could reach his cock. It was hard, needy. He couldn’t come though, not until he was back, not until he wanted him. And first he needed an offering. He needed Jack. Jack’s offering had pleased him greatly, Daniel knew from the intensity of his own release, the greatness of his reward.
The door opened and closed and Jack was there, looking down at him. “Hey.”
“Jack.” Daniel’s free hand closed around Jack’s wrist. “Jack.”
Jack nodded, but didn’t lean in. “Feeling better?”
Daniel brought Jack’s hand to his cock and pressed in. “Jack…before it’s red. Let me…let me up…let me touch you.”
Jack shook his head. “No. Dr. Frasier says you need to rest, get your strength back.” He pulled his hand away. “And I’m not doing that.” He moved away. His eyes lifted to the observation window. “People are watching.”
“Jack, I have to….I have to. Please…help me.” The need was pounding through him, to give himself over to it, to the glow, the wash of freedom and euphoria, to feel Jack inside him, knowing that he was giving as much pleasure as his frail human body could, even though it was only a fraction of what his Lord could give.
“I am helping, Daniel.” Jack said from across the room. “It may not feel like it—“
“It hurts Jack. It hurts. I miss him. I need him. Need you.” Daniel struggled, but managed to sit up, and found he could reach the restraint that held his left had down. He got it loose and slid on shaky legs to the ground. “Need to make it good. Let me make it good.” He knew if he got close enough the power would take over, the power given to him by his Lord to seduce, to get what it was his Lord needed most. “Jack…I love you. Want to make you feel good.”
“Daniel, stop.” Jack was backing away and Daniel felt the movement in the observation room, others watching; they were coming to stop him, but he kept moving, kept reaching for Jack, until Jack’s back was against the wall and Daniel’s hand found his shirt, holding on tightly.
“Jack, need you so much.” His body was thrumming with the need, pulling him, and Daniel licked his lip as he leaned in to kiss him. “Please.” He exhaled, letting the moist air kiss over Jack’s barely open lips, moist air kissed with the power to seduce. He sighed a little, feeling Jack melt beneath him. “That’s it.”
Daniel’s hand was on Jack’s cock, through his pants. “Need.” Daniel whispered. He slithered down to one knee, his mouth already open, even before he started to unzip Jack’s pants.
“No.” Jack pushed him and Daniel fell backward, his aching cock bobbing under the thin hospital gown. “No, Daniel.”
Jack was angry, he could feel it. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please.” Daniel shook his head. He had to make Jack stay. “Please.” He took a deep breath. Soon it would be too late. The light would be solid red and he’d have no offering. He would fail. He would die.
He pulled at the neck of the hospital gown until it tore open. “Please Jack, just stay with me.”
He could feel the rush of it, fire pooling in is cock. He got to his feet, but had no where to go. The amber light died and the red flashed, burned. Daniel grabbed at the wall, at Jack…anything to keep from falling over. Any minute it would be over. Any moment, the red light would be solid red and he would be dead. When his light was red it was time to surrender, time to release the offering. Without one he was unworthy. He would orgasm until there was nothing left and he would die empty and alone.
He doubled over, cradling his cock. This was when he’d be there, with him, offering him everything for another bliss filled release. It didn’t hurt there. Not like this.
“Daniel?” That was Janet again, shining a light in his eyes. He blinked and pulled away.
“Jack?” Sweat was running in his eyes, he couldn’t see. “Jack!”
Strong hands grabbed his shoulders. “Right here, Daniel.”
Daniel nodded. If he was going to die, he wanted Jack by his side. “Hurts.” Daniel sank to the floor, bringing Jack with him. As his knees touched the concrete floor, his cock began to spew endlessly, his whole body shaking as he came. “Jack.” He whispered the name as darkness swooped in to claim him.
It was more than just drugs. Some of the effects of the gauntlets were similar to the effects of the sarcophagus, some like alcohol. Janet explained it all to him, but mostly Jack let the words wash over him, holding on to the first ones she’d said: Daniel would probably be okay.
It might be a long road to recovery and the withdrawal would be bad, but he’d make it. In the end the rest didn’t matter. He’d let Carter deal with the technical stuff, let Hammond make the decision about the planet and how to deal with it. Beyond making his own recommendation that they drop about forty five nukes on the place from space. One for every day they’d kept Daniel away from him.
Jack spent his time sitting with Daniel, watching him sleep, rolling him to his side when he threw up, holding his hand when he thought no one was watching. There were times when Daniel’s eyes would open, when he’d beg incoherently. At least this time he wasn’t violent. Not like the withdrawal from the sarcophagus, when Daniel had nearly killed him trying to get back.
Not that Jack was taking any chances. They kept him restrained once the vomiting was over.
Carter worked out the cuff’s finer controls and they slowly weaned Daniel from the last of the effects. When they finally removed it, Daniel had settled into a quieter sleep.
Still, Jack didn’t leave. He’d shower, crash in visitor’s quarters for a few hours, but he always came back to Daniel’s side. During the day he’d read the sports pages out loud, figuring he’d eventually annoy Daniel enough that he’d wake up just to shut Jack up. At night, he watched Daniel. And he thought about what he had done and what it would mean.
It wasn’t like it was the first time Jack had fucked up a friendship with fucking. It just had never been a friendship as important to him as this one. He’d always been aware on some level that there was potential there. It was unconsciously the reason he’d been so hostile to the idea of Daniel on the team in the first place.
Oh, he’d hidden it behind complaints of “civilian” and “scientist” and “geek”…but the truth was something Jack had hidden far, far deeper. A truth he’d had to face the first time he’d lost Daniel. He’d been at Daniel’s side then too. Held his hand, sort of. Watched him melt away.
Since then they had danced around it, with Jack burying it over and over, only to have Daniel find ways to dig it up. Jack was pretty sure he didn’t do it consciously, that this was never something Daniel wanted.
Which only made what Jack had done, what Jack had allowed to happen, that much worse. He wouldn’t be surprised if Daniel never wanted to see him again once this was over.
Until then, Jack wasn’t leaving him alone.
It was nearly a week after they got the second cuff off before Daniel was awake for more than a few minutes.
His eyes rolled open and Jack offered a smile. “Welcome back.”
His eyes closed again, then opened. “Am I dreaming?”
Jack shook his head. “Nope.”
“Am I dead?”
“No, but you don’t look so good.”
Daniel closed his eyes and took a shaky breath. He lifted his arms and opened his eyes to see. “How long?” His voice was scratchy and soft as he set his hands back down.
“About two weeks since you collapsed. A few days before that we brought you home.”
Daniel pressed his lips together. “I should be dead. I thought I was dying.”
“If it helps, you tried a few times.” Jack said, trying to inject some humor into the moment.
Daniel shivered, crossing his arms over his chest. “I thought…if I left them…him.” He shook his head. “My head hurts.”
Jack nodded at him. “It should. Doc says it’ll get better.”
Daniel looked lost lying there, unable to look at Jack. “Hey, you’re okay.”
It took a few minutes, but Daniel shook his head. “I don’t think I am. I…I…I’m so sorry, Jack.”
“Time enough for sorry later.” He didn’t want to hear Daniel apologize, not when it was Jack’s fault. ”You just concentrate on getting back on your feet. The team needs you.”
Daniel’s face flushed, not that Jack could blame him. He’d been forced to let total strangers fuck him for the sick pleasure of some being posing as a god. Jack pressed his lips together. “Carter said she would bring you some books once you felt up to it.”
Daniel’s eyes closed. “Please…I don’t want to see anyone.”
“Fair enough.” Jack stood, not sure how to ease his friend’s pain. “I have some…stuff to do. I’ll be back.”
Daniel watched Jack leave and swallowed hard. He should be dead. Dead would be easier. Dead would mean he didn’t have to face them, not after…he rubbed his hands over his face and tried to pull himself together.
He could still feel the weight of the gauntlets, the pounding pulse as power poured into him, the euphoria of release. He craved it. He craved him. He was shaking as he pulled back the blanket and sat up slowly. He had to go back. The need burned inside him, in his blood.
His legs wobbled, but held. One step from the bed and he was grabbing for the mattress to keep from falling over.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
He turned to find Janet in the doorway, arms crossed. “I…I need to…I can’t stay.” Daniel licked his lips. “He needs me.”
She shook her head. “That’s the drugs talking, Daniel. They’re still working out of your system.”
“No.” He shook his head. “Please, Janet. You have to understand.” It wasn’t as strong as it was before, but he could feel it inside him.
“What I understand is that you need rest and time to recover. Let’s get you back into bed.”
She came close, her hand gentle on his arm. She smelled warm, familiar. “You smell good.” Daniel said, his hand rising to her face as he leaned in to kiss her. He needed release…he needed to feel that touch. His lips brushed hers, but she pulled back hard.
“Daniel!”
He gasped and turned away. “God, Janet. I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Except that he did, on some level. He needed touch, he needed to feel skin on skin, the power of a partner’s release filling him, giving him what he needed.
“Lets get you back into bed.” Janet’s hands were hot on his skin and they made him ache with desire. “I can give you something to help you sleep.”
Daniel nodded. Sleep was better. At least asleep he wouldn’t be accosting his friends. She pulled blankets up around him and disappeared, coming back in a few minutes with a syringe. “I promise, it will get better.”
Her hands stroked over his fevered forehead as he sank into sleep. Into dreams of Jack’s body under his, filling him, dreams of the others who had filled him, made him worthy…dreams of giving himself, of being taken in by power unlike anything he’d ever known, loved completely.
The room held the illusion of privacy. They weren’t letting him leave the base, but at least they’d let him out of the infirmary with its observation windows and the feeling that he was on display.
His skin crawled when they looked at him. They knew what he was. What he had done. Even if Jack had promised him that he was sparing on the details, they knew enough. He walked from the room to his office and back again without ever looking up. At least if he was working he could pretend.
In the room though, with the door closed and nothing but the bed and a desk and a television, there was no pretending. There was guilt and shame. And there was need.
Even now.
He was pretty sure he’d never see Jack again. Not after the last three times they’d been alone in a room together. He had thought he was in control, until Jack walked in.
Three weeks since he’d wakened to Jack’s hand in his and a throbbing headache. Three weeks and the sound of Jack’s voice was enough to make Daniel hard.
The last time had been days ago, and Daniel had been largely alone since. He’d gotten Jack pinned against the door and kissed him. For a moment, he’d been convinced that Jack was kissing him back. Then Jack was pushing him away, telling him that it was just the drugs, the control…that Daniel didn’t know what he was doing.
And maybe he was right. Daniel sighed and sat down on the bed. Maybe it was all just the situation, the power of whatever being the thing was that had taken him. He never did learn if it had a name or what it was. He only knew that it made him feel good. Wanted. Loved.
He was Lord, and Daniel his humble and willing servant.
Daniel hugged a pillow to his chest and leaned back against the headboard. It wasn’t love. He was aware of that now. The distance made it seem less real…but there…then…it had seemed real. It felt real.
There was a knock on the door.
“Come in.”
He was surprised to find Sam at the door when it opened. “I was just heading home and I thought I’d stop and see if you needed anything.”
He sat up, brushing a hand through his hair self-consciously. “I’m…I’d say good, but we’d both know I was lying.”
Sam stepped inside and closed the door. “We finished our analysis of P3X-184.”
The planet where he’d gone missing. “Did you find anything?” He already knew that the compound where he’d been held was empty, though whether that meant the Lord had died in his attempt to follow them through the gate or not, no one seemed to know.
She shrugged a little. “The device seems dormant. We couldn’t find any energy signatures, no indication of how it works.”
Daniel nodded and drew his knees up to his chest. “It was…like that when I was there too. Until it wasn’t.”
She sat gingerly on the end of the bed. He watched her wearily, half expecting his body to betray him like it had with Janet and several nurses and Jack. “Maybe if you can tell me what you were doing…?”
He made a face. He’d been trying to remember. “I was translating… documenting. The device had language that was different than the other things I’d been cataloging. I stopped, took pictures.”
He was out of sight of the Marine team that had called him in. It had been weeks since he’d been in the field, and feeling isolated and lonely. “I was leaning over it, trying to make out the words around the outer ring.”
Sam had been working on a project with some scientists on loan from Area 51. Teal’c had been off world with Bra’tac. Jack was off fishing, after their last spat over something neither of them could even remember. Daniel had come back early from a dig in Turkey to find his team was all somewhere else. He’d jumped at the chance to go out when the request came in.
“I was lonely.” He closed his eyes, not sure he’d actually said it out loud. Then he remembered. He opened his eyes and looked at her. “I was really lonely. I put my hands down on the device and I couldn’t breathe I was so lonely. Alone.” Daniel shivered and held the pillow tighter. “I missed you…Teal’c.” Jack’s had been the last image before the darkness swooped over him.
He shook his head to clear it of the overwhelming emotion. “It wasn’t real.” Just like the false love, he could feel the difference now. “It was…how they…he…it seduces you. Makes you think you’re alone…and only he can make it feel good again.”
Her hand was on his foot, burning hot. He drew in a shaky breath. His cock hardened under the pillow. He wanted. His eyes focused on her hand. He licked his lips. “Maybe you should go.” He forced his eyes away, then tried to meet her eyes to apologize.
She pulled her hand back and nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
When the door closed, he unfolded himself and stood, pacing around the small room. He’d come to in a dark place where the loneliness was overpowering, crying, aching with the need for human touch, affection. His mind was filled with rejection, with every fight he’d ever had with Jack, every disagreement with policy, every single time he’d felt alone.
He lay there alone in the dark for hours. Days, maybe.
Then he came, lighting up the dark, filling the air with love, with desire. Without words he told Daniel he was beautiful, wanted, needed. He’d surrounded Daniel, moved inside him until he was lifted off his feet and his body quivered with an orgasm that seemed to last for hours.
When it was over, Hablin had come to him and given him a choice: to stay where he was loved and needed and desired, or return to those who had so callously thrown him away.
In that state of mind there really wasn’t a choice.
Then came the cuffs and the room. In the first few hours he knew he’d made a mistake, but then the drugs were starting to work…aphrodisiacs that filled the air, his food, the water…the power of the cuffs working to lower his inhibitions.
When the first of them came in his doors, he thought he’d fight. But he hadn’t. Daniel had melted against him, against a strong body, offered himself up, moaned like a wanton whore…and when it was done, he’d gone to him and offered up his ass filled with come and was rewarded with his own orgasm, mind bending and intense…so much so that it left him weak and laying on the floor for over an hour, until someone came to help him back to his room.
He’d bedded men and women, serviced them, taken their orgasmic energy and offered it up just to get his own release, like a fix. And he’d done it to Jack. Seduced him.
The problem was, Daniel was fairly certain he wanted it, even without the drugs, because Jack was all he could think about. He could taste him, feel Jack’s cock moving inside him. When he closed his eyes, the memory surged through him and his cock hardened even more. It was only ever Jack, never any of the others.
Daniel groaned and wrapped a hand around his cock, letting go of the fight and fisting over his cock. He gave in, leaned into the wall, Jack’s name on his lips as he came.
Daniel was pretty sure this was a bad idea.
He hadn’t been alone with Jack in a while, Daniel had made sure of that, finding it easier to control when there were more people around. Jack had been there when Janet gave him a clean bill of health and released him to go home, and they’d had lunch with Teal’c and Sam in the commissary before they’d all left to go home.
Jack had offered Daniel a ride, but Daniel wasn’t sure of himself, or for that matter, of Jack’s sincerity in the offer. He could still taste the rejection when Jack pushed him away.
Which was why this was a bad idea. Daniel scratched his head as he stood on the doorstep and decided he should just go home. He was about to step off the porch when the light came on and the door opened.
“Daniel?”
He stopped and took a deep breath. “Jack.”
“Kinda late, isn’t it?”
Daniel nodded. “Sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I should go.”
He dared a glance back to find Jack in nothing but a pair of faded old sweats, leaning against the door frame. “You okay?”
“Honestly?” Daniel turned. “I don’t know.”
Jack shivered, then stood up and gestured into the house. “Cold out here.”
“Yeah, okay.” Daniel ducked past him and into the house. He wasn’t sure what he was going to say. He was pretty sure opening with “I jerk off everyday thinking of you” wasn’t going to fly. He stopped in the middle of the living room.
“Want a beer?”
Jack moved around him into the kitchen. “No, thanks.” Daniel followed him. “I wanted to talk.”
Jack turned from the refrigerator with a scowl. “I swear Daniel, if you apologize one more time, I’m going to punch you.”
Daniel shook his head. “Wasn’t planning to apologize. Not…for before.” He sighed. In fact, he wasn’t sure what he was planning. Just about anything in his head at the moment was going to get his ass kicked. “I just…wanted to make sure that we’re okay. You and me, I mean. As friends.”
Jack’s shoulders slumped a little and he was back rummaging in the fridge for his beer. When he stood, his face was set. Daniel wasn’t sure he could read it.
“Like I said before, Daniel, forget it. Just put it behind us.”
Daniel nodded, then shook his head. “What if I can’t?” He moved away from Jack, across the room to lean on the counter.
“Can’t what?” Jack took a swig of his beer and fixed Daniel with his eyes.
Daniel fidgeted under the stare. “What if I can’t forget?”
“Give it time Daniel.” Jack said. “You were violated. It was rape.” He waved the beer around, looking anywhere but at Daniel. “No one expects you to forget right away.”
Daniel shook his head. It wasn’t rape. Not in the strictest sense. But that would derail the conversation. “Not what I meant.”
This time it was Jack who fidgeted. “What then?”
Daniel lifted his eyes from the floor. “You.”
Jack slammed back his beer, swallowing rapidly, and put the bottle on the table. “What about me?”
“The way you taste. The way your skin feels. I close my eyes and you’re there. Right there…and I can’t forget, Jack. I can’t.”
Jack sighed and scratched at his head. “Daniel.” His tone was filled with denial, with placating sounds. “Come on.” He turned away, went back to the fridge for another beer. “You don’t really mean that.”
“Yes, Jack. I think I do.” Daniel swallowed hard and exhaled, taking a step closer. “It’s all I think about. I dream about you. I…I want you.” There. He said it. Out loud.
“Daniel, please. We talked about this.”
Jack shifted, his beer bottle wavering in front of him.
“We didn’t talk about it. We talked about everything else.” Daniel said. It was now or never. Time to take a chance. “I think maybe I’ve wanted you all along. It just took…this…to make me realize.”
Jack’s face scrunched up like he was tasting bad fish. He stared at the floor and wouldn’t look up as Daniel stepped closer. Jack’s hand shook as he raised his beer bottle to drink. Daniel crossed the last distance, his hand closing around Jack’s and pulling the bottle away just before he leaned in, their lips brushing lightly. When Jack didn’t exactly resist, Daniel pressed for more, their lips moving together. Jack stiffened.
Jack cleared his throat, and when his lips parted slightly, Daniel ran his tongue over them, into them. He felt Jack’s body start to loosen up, took the beer bottle and set it on the table behind Jack. His arms moved around Jack, pulled him closer. “I want this.” Daniel whispered.
For a moment Jack let him hold him, not pulling away but not giving in either. When Daniel’s hands moved from his waist, palming over his hip, Jack started. “Okay…whoa there.” He held up his hands and put them on Daniel’s chest. “Kissing’s one thing…”
Daniel stepped back and Jack exhaled slowly. “I…how do I know this isn’t…just left over….” He gestured with his hands.
“Janet said I’m fine.” Daniel said. He could tell Jack was turned on. The growing hardness that had pressed against his leg was a giveaway…and the flimsy old sweats did little to hide his interest.
He decided the best way to handle this was to up the ante. He reached for his shirt, pulling it up and off.
“From where I’m sitting, this isn’t fine.” Jack said, grabbing at his beer again. “This is…wrong. Very wrong. So many kinds of wrong.”
Daniel put a finger on his mouth. “You’re rambling. That’s my job.” He took the finger away and kissed him. With no hesitation this time, no room for backpedaling or denying, he claimed Jack’s mouth for his own.
While Jack was still reeling from that, Daniel reached for his cock, rubbing along its length through the worn fabric. Jack shuddered. Daniel pressed their naked chests together. This had been why he had wanted Daniel, why Jack had been allowed.
“I…I’ve never…” Jack fumbled, his hands landing on Daniel’s hips.
“Yes, you have.” Daniel murmured, his lips glazing over Jack’s jaw, up to his ear. Long nights alone in the infirmary, Daniel would wake to Jack’s voice, the feeling of Jack’s hand on his arm. Never for long, and he didn’t really remember the words…just the feeling of Jack, of knowing Jack would be there, that Jack wanted to be there.
Daniel kissed his way back to Jack’s mouth. “Felt you.” Daniel opened his eyes, staring into Jack’s. There was no backing out now. He waited, watched.
Jack’s hand snaked around to the back of Daniel’s neck, pulled him forward until their foreheads were touching. “We shouldn’t.”
“Want you.” Daniel responded. He was trembling, though if it was with desire or fear he wasn’t sure.
Daniel kissed down Jack’s neck, over his shoulder, sliding down to one knee and freeing his cock from the sweats.
“Oh. Hold on. Hold on.” Jack’s hand slid up to his head, but he didn’t actually stop him as Daniel opened his mouth and sucked him in. “Daniel…fuck… Daniel…”
For the moment, Daniel ignored the words and worked on the way Jack’s cock tasted, the way it slid over his lips and tongue, the curve, the heat. He had to make Jack understand that this was really what Daniel wanted. That it wasn’t the drugs or the cuffs or the ordeal.
Daniel’s tongue danced over Jack’s skin, slippery and hot before he opened his throat and took nearly his whole cock into his mouth. He hummed and sucked and when he looked up, Jack’s eyes were closed, his lower lip caught in his teeth.
He grinned around the cock in his mouth, slipping one hand under his chin to fondle Jack’s balls. Jack grunted and his hips twitched. He was holding back. Daniel tongued over the slit, then down under the head and Jack’s hand fisted in Daniel’s hair. His cry of pleasure was strangled as he came, pouring hot and sweet into Daniel’s mouth.
“Fuck…sorry…”
Daniel was wiping his mouth, licking the come from his lips. He smiled as he stood. “Don’t be sorry.”
Jack’s face was red. He fumbled with getting himself tucked back in. After a long, awkward silence, Jack looked up at him. “I guess that means we’re fucked as friends.”
“Or just fucking friends.” Daniel said with a grin.
Jack shook his head. “You sure you don’t want a beer?”
“Yeah, okay. One. Then I should let you get back to sleep.”
“Like either one of us are sleeping tonight.” Jack countered, handing him the beer.
“This isn’t going to get weird, is it?”
Jack chuckled as he sank into the chair by the table. “I think it already is pretty damn weird, Daniel.”
Author:
amara_mSummary: Daniel's gone missing and Jack is going crazy looking for him. When the Tok'ra arrive with information, Jack isn't sure he trusts them, but SG-1 heads out. What they find when they arrive is not what Jack was expecting. Daniel is being held in an alien compound that serves as an intergalactic brothel. Jack attempts to rescue Daniel, but getting him out of there is only the beginning.
Word Count: 11,864
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: So not mine it isn't even remotely funny.
Written For:
kayljayPrompt: 1. Sexually uninhibited Daniel; 2. prompt word: release; Optional Request: Dark story (dub/non-con); Restriction #1: Easily broken/seduced Jack; Restriction #2: M-preg
Notes: It took me a lot longer than I expected to find my way into this piece...but once I did it just kept going. I meant to have a 2k to 5k story, and ended up with nearly 12k. Not sure I totally got to a completely uninhibited Daniel. Hope you like it! WARNINGS: Dub-Con (borderline non-con), first time. In two parts because I'm verbose.
His body burned with need; even before he was fully awake Daniel could feel it, aching desire, fire in his veins, in his skin. He needed release. He needed to fill himself, to surrender it all to him.
The air around him was filled with an odd assortment of sounds. He wasn’t where he should be. He wasn’t where he needed to be. He opened one eye, blinking until he found focus. Someone’s face was swimming around hear his.
“Daniel? Can you hear me?”
He knew her, though for the moment he wasn’t sure why. “Yeah, I hear you,” he replied. He tried to lift his hand to rub at his eyes, only to find it was restrained. He rolled his head to look, too weak yet to lift his head. Both wrists were tied down.
“Easy, you’re safe.”
Safe. It seemed like such an odd word. “Then why?” He tugged at his right wrist, then froze. Something was wrong. Missing. He craned his neck. The cuff was missing. In its place were thick, white bandages. That was bad.
“Daniel, calm down.”
He looked to find the left wrist still adorned with the cuff and relaxed just a little. “You have to put it back on.”
She shook her head. “No, Daniel. We’re not going to do that.”
“Janet.” He remembered suddenly. “I have to have them. Need them.”
Her hand brushed over his cheek. “I know it feels that way right now, but I promise it will get better. We’re going to wean you off, now that we’ve figured them out, okay?” Her hands fumbled with the bandages over the wrist, undoing the restraint and lifting the hand so he could see it. “It wasn’t easy to get off.”
“Jack.” He licked his lips. The light on the remaining gauntlet was getting dark. Soon it would blink red. His turn. Time to take the offerings, serve his purpose. He needed to get back before it went red. “I want to see Jack.”
She nodded. “You promise me you’ll stay calm this time?”
He nodded and she smiled. “Okay, I’ll get him.”
She left the room and he was alone, one hand free. He fumbled for his other hand, but couldn’t quite reach to the restraint, but he could reach his cock. It was hard, needy. He couldn’t come though, not until he was back, not until he wanted him. And first he needed an offering. He needed Jack. Jack’s offering had pleased him greatly, Daniel knew from the intensity of his own release, the greatness of his reward.
The door opened and closed and Jack was there, looking down at him. “Hey.”
“Jack.” Daniel’s free hand closed around Jack’s wrist. “Jack.”
Jack nodded, but didn’t lean in. “Feeling better?”
Daniel brought Jack’s hand to his cock and pressed in. “Jack…before it’s red. Let me…let me up…let me touch you.”
Jack shook his head. “No. Dr. Frasier says you need to rest, get your strength back.” He pulled his hand away. “And I’m not doing that.” He moved away. His eyes lifted to the observation window. “People are watching.”
“Jack, I have to….I have to. Please…help me.” The need was pounding through him, to give himself over to it, to the glow, the wash of freedom and euphoria, to feel Jack inside him, knowing that he was giving as much pleasure as his frail human body could, even though it was only a fraction of what his Lord could give.
“I am helping, Daniel.” Jack said from across the room. “It may not feel like it—“
“It hurts Jack. It hurts. I miss him. I need him. Need you.” Daniel struggled, but managed to sit up, and found he could reach the restraint that held his left had down. He got it loose and slid on shaky legs to the ground. “Need to make it good. Let me make it good.” He knew if he got close enough the power would take over, the power given to him by his Lord to seduce, to get what it was his Lord needed most. “Jack…I love you. Want to make you feel good.”
“Daniel, stop.” Jack was backing away and Daniel felt the movement in the observation room, others watching; they were coming to stop him, but he kept moving, kept reaching for Jack, until Jack’s back was against the wall and Daniel’s hand found his shirt, holding on tightly.
“Jack, need you so much.” His body was thrumming with the need, pulling him, and Daniel licked his lip as he leaned in to kiss him. “Please.” He exhaled, letting the moist air kiss over Jack’s barely open lips, moist air kissed with the power to seduce. He sighed a little, feeling Jack melt beneath him. “That’s it.”
Daniel’s hand was on Jack’s cock, through his pants. “Need.” Daniel whispered. He slithered down to one knee, his mouth already open, even before he started to unzip Jack’s pants.
“No.” Jack pushed him and Daniel fell backward, his aching cock bobbing under the thin hospital gown. “No, Daniel.”
Jack was angry, he could feel it. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please.” Daniel shook his head. He had to make Jack stay. “Please.” He took a deep breath. Soon it would be too late. The light would be solid red and he’d have no offering. He would fail. He would die.
He pulled at the neck of the hospital gown until it tore open. “Please Jack, just stay with me.”
He could feel the rush of it, fire pooling in is cock. He got to his feet, but had no where to go. The amber light died and the red flashed, burned. Daniel grabbed at the wall, at Jack…anything to keep from falling over. Any minute it would be over. Any moment, the red light would be solid red and he would be dead. When his light was red it was time to surrender, time to release the offering. Without one he was unworthy. He would orgasm until there was nothing left and he would die empty and alone.
He doubled over, cradling his cock. This was when he’d be there, with him, offering him everything for another bliss filled release. It didn’t hurt there. Not like this.
“Daniel?” That was Janet again, shining a light in his eyes. He blinked and pulled away.
“Jack?” Sweat was running in his eyes, he couldn’t see. “Jack!”
Strong hands grabbed his shoulders. “Right here, Daniel.”
Daniel nodded. If he was going to die, he wanted Jack by his side. “Hurts.” Daniel sank to the floor, bringing Jack with him. As his knees touched the concrete floor, his cock began to spew endlessly, his whole body shaking as he came. “Jack.” He whispered the name as darkness swooped in to claim him.
It was more than just drugs. Some of the effects of the gauntlets were similar to the effects of the sarcophagus, some like alcohol. Janet explained it all to him, but mostly Jack let the words wash over him, holding on to the first ones she’d said: Daniel would probably be okay.
It might be a long road to recovery and the withdrawal would be bad, but he’d make it. In the end the rest didn’t matter. He’d let Carter deal with the technical stuff, let Hammond make the decision about the planet and how to deal with it. Beyond making his own recommendation that they drop about forty five nukes on the place from space. One for every day they’d kept Daniel away from him.
Jack spent his time sitting with Daniel, watching him sleep, rolling him to his side when he threw up, holding his hand when he thought no one was watching. There were times when Daniel’s eyes would open, when he’d beg incoherently. At least this time he wasn’t violent. Not like the withdrawal from the sarcophagus, when Daniel had nearly killed him trying to get back.
Not that Jack was taking any chances. They kept him restrained once the vomiting was over.
Carter worked out the cuff’s finer controls and they slowly weaned Daniel from the last of the effects. When they finally removed it, Daniel had settled into a quieter sleep.
Still, Jack didn’t leave. He’d shower, crash in visitor’s quarters for a few hours, but he always came back to Daniel’s side. During the day he’d read the sports pages out loud, figuring he’d eventually annoy Daniel enough that he’d wake up just to shut Jack up. At night, he watched Daniel. And he thought about what he had done and what it would mean.
It wasn’t like it was the first time Jack had fucked up a friendship with fucking. It just had never been a friendship as important to him as this one. He’d always been aware on some level that there was potential there. It was unconsciously the reason he’d been so hostile to the idea of Daniel on the team in the first place.
Oh, he’d hidden it behind complaints of “civilian” and “scientist” and “geek”…but the truth was something Jack had hidden far, far deeper. A truth he’d had to face the first time he’d lost Daniel. He’d been at Daniel’s side then too. Held his hand, sort of. Watched him melt away.
Since then they had danced around it, with Jack burying it over and over, only to have Daniel find ways to dig it up. Jack was pretty sure he didn’t do it consciously, that this was never something Daniel wanted.
Which only made what Jack had done, what Jack had allowed to happen, that much worse. He wouldn’t be surprised if Daniel never wanted to see him again once this was over.
Until then, Jack wasn’t leaving him alone.
It was nearly a week after they got the second cuff off before Daniel was awake for more than a few minutes.
His eyes rolled open and Jack offered a smile. “Welcome back.”
His eyes closed again, then opened. “Am I dreaming?”
Jack shook his head. “Nope.”
“Am I dead?”
“No, but you don’t look so good.”
Daniel closed his eyes and took a shaky breath. He lifted his arms and opened his eyes to see. “How long?” His voice was scratchy and soft as he set his hands back down.
“About two weeks since you collapsed. A few days before that we brought you home.”
Daniel pressed his lips together. “I should be dead. I thought I was dying.”
“If it helps, you tried a few times.” Jack said, trying to inject some humor into the moment.
Daniel shivered, crossing his arms over his chest. “I thought…if I left them…him.” He shook his head. “My head hurts.”
Jack nodded at him. “It should. Doc says it’ll get better.”
Daniel looked lost lying there, unable to look at Jack. “Hey, you’re okay.”
It took a few minutes, but Daniel shook his head. “I don’t think I am. I…I…I’m so sorry, Jack.”
“Time enough for sorry later.” He didn’t want to hear Daniel apologize, not when it was Jack’s fault. ”You just concentrate on getting back on your feet. The team needs you.”
Daniel’s face flushed, not that Jack could blame him. He’d been forced to let total strangers fuck him for the sick pleasure of some being posing as a god. Jack pressed his lips together. “Carter said she would bring you some books once you felt up to it.”
Daniel’s eyes closed. “Please…I don’t want to see anyone.”
“Fair enough.” Jack stood, not sure how to ease his friend’s pain. “I have some…stuff to do. I’ll be back.”
Daniel watched Jack leave and swallowed hard. He should be dead. Dead would be easier. Dead would mean he didn’t have to face them, not after…he rubbed his hands over his face and tried to pull himself together.
He could still feel the weight of the gauntlets, the pounding pulse as power poured into him, the euphoria of release. He craved it. He craved him. He was shaking as he pulled back the blanket and sat up slowly. He had to go back. The need burned inside him, in his blood.
His legs wobbled, but held. One step from the bed and he was grabbing for the mattress to keep from falling over.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
He turned to find Janet in the doorway, arms crossed. “I…I need to…I can’t stay.” Daniel licked his lips. “He needs me.”
She shook her head. “That’s the drugs talking, Daniel. They’re still working out of your system.”
“No.” He shook his head. “Please, Janet. You have to understand.” It wasn’t as strong as it was before, but he could feel it inside him.
“What I understand is that you need rest and time to recover. Let’s get you back into bed.”
She came close, her hand gentle on his arm. She smelled warm, familiar. “You smell good.” Daniel said, his hand rising to her face as he leaned in to kiss her. He needed release…he needed to feel that touch. His lips brushed hers, but she pulled back hard.
“Daniel!”
He gasped and turned away. “God, Janet. I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Except that he did, on some level. He needed touch, he needed to feel skin on skin, the power of a partner’s release filling him, giving him what he needed.
“Lets get you back into bed.” Janet’s hands were hot on his skin and they made him ache with desire. “I can give you something to help you sleep.”
Daniel nodded. Sleep was better. At least asleep he wouldn’t be accosting his friends. She pulled blankets up around him and disappeared, coming back in a few minutes with a syringe. “I promise, it will get better.”
Her hands stroked over his fevered forehead as he sank into sleep. Into dreams of Jack’s body under his, filling him, dreams of the others who had filled him, made him worthy…dreams of giving himself, of being taken in by power unlike anything he’d ever known, loved completely.
The room held the illusion of privacy. They weren’t letting him leave the base, but at least they’d let him out of the infirmary with its observation windows and the feeling that he was on display.
His skin crawled when they looked at him. They knew what he was. What he had done. Even if Jack had promised him that he was sparing on the details, they knew enough. He walked from the room to his office and back again without ever looking up. At least if he was working he could pretend.
In the room though, with the door closed and nothing but the bed and a desk and a television, there was no pretending. There was guilt and shame. And there was need.
Even now.
He was pretty sure he’d never see Jack again. Not after the last three times they’d been alone in a room together. He had thought he was in control, until Jack walked in.
Three weeks since he’d wakened to Jack’s hand in his and a throbbing headache. Three weeks and the sound of Jack’s voice was enough to make Daniel hard.
The last time had been days ago, and Daniel had been largely alone since. He’d gotten Jack pinned against the door and kissed him. For a moment, he’d been convinced that Jack was kissing him back. Then Jack was pushing him away, telling him that it was just the drugs, the control…that Daniel didn’t know what he was doing.
And maybe he was right. Daniel sighed and sat down on the bed. Maybe it was all just the situation, the power of whatever being the thing was that had taken him. He never did learn if it had a name or what it was. He only knew that it made him feel good. Wanted. Loved.
He was Lord, and Daniel his humble and willing servant.
Daniel hugged a pillow to his chest and leaned back against the headboard. It wasn’t love. He was aware of that now. The distance made it seem less real…but there…then…it had seemed real. It felt real.
There was a knock on the door.
“Come in.”
He was surprised to find Sam at the door when it opened. “I was just heading home and I thought I’d stop and see if you needed anything.”
He sat up, brushing a hand through his hair self-consciously. “I’m…I’d say good, but we’d both know I was lying.”
Sam stepped inside and closed the door. “We finished our analysis of P3X-184.”
The planet where he’d gone missing. “Did you find anything?” He already knew that the compound where he’d been held was empty, though whether that meant the Lord had died in his attempt to follow them through the gate or not, no one seemed to know.
She shrugged a little. “The device seems dormant. We couldn’t find any energy signatures, no indication of how it works.”
Daniel nodded and drew his knees up to his chest. “It was…like that when I was there too. Until it wasn’t.”
She sat gingerly on the end of the bed. He watched her wearily, half expecting his body to betray him like it had with Janet and several nurses and Jack. “Maybe if you can tell me what you were doing…?”
He made a face. He’d been trying to remember. “I was translating… documenting. The device had language that was different than the other things I’d been cataloging. I stopped, took pictures.”
He was out of sight of the Marine team that had called him in. It had been weeks since he’d been in the field, and feeling isolated and lonely. “I was leaning over it, trying to make out the words around the outer ring.”
Sam had been working on a project with some scientists on loan from Area 51. Teal’c had been off world with Bra’tac. Jack was off fishing, after their last spat over something neither of them could even remember. Daniel had come back early from a dig in Turkey to find his team was all somewhere else. He’d jumped at the chance to go out when the request came in.
“I was lonely.” He closed his eyes, not sure he’d actually said it out loud. Then he remembered. He opened his eyes and looked at her. “I was really lonely. I put my hands down on the device and I couldn’t breathe I was so lonely. Alone.” Daniel shivered and held the pillow tighter. “I missed you…Teal’c.” Jack’s had been the last image before the darkness swooped over him.
He shook his head to clear it of the overwhelming emotion. “It wasn’t real.” Just like the false love, he could feel the difference now. “It was…how they…he…it seduces you. Makes you think you’re alone…and only he can make it feel good again.”
Her hand was on his foot, burning hot. He drew in a shaky breath. His cock hardened under the pillow. He wanted. His eyes focused on her hand. He licked his lips. “Maybe you should go.” He forced his eyes away, then tried to meet her eyes to apologize.
She pulled her hand back and nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
When the door closed, he unfolded himself and stood, pacing around the small room. He’d come to in a dark place where the loneliness was overpowering, crying, aching with the need for human touch, affection. His mind was filled with rejection, with every fight he’d ever had with Jack, every disagreement with policy, every single time he’d felt alone.
He lay there alone in the dark for hours. Days, maybe.
Then he came, lighting up the dark, filling the air with love, with desire. Without words he told Daniel he was beautiful, wanted, needed. He’d surrounded Daniel, moved inside him until he was lifted off his feet and his body quivered with an orgasm that seemed to last for hours.
When it was over, Hablin had come to him and given him a choice: to stay where he was loved and needed and desired, or return to those who had so callously thrown him away.
In that state of mind there really wasn’t a choice.
Then came the cuffs and the room. In the first few hours he knew he’d made a mistake, but then the drugs were starting to work…aphrodisiacs that filled the air, his food, the water…the power of the cuffs working to lower his inhibitions.
When the first of them came in his doors, he thought he’d fight. But he hadn’t. Daniel had melted against him, against a strong body, offered himself up, moaned like a wanton whore…and when it was done, he’d gone to him and offered up his ass filled with come and was rewarded with his own orgasm, mind bending and intense…so much so that it left him weak and laying on the floor for over an hour, until someone came to help him back to his room.
He’d bedded men and women, serviced them, taken their orgasmic energy and offered it up just to get his own release, like a fix. And he’d done it to Jack. Seduced him.
The problem was, Daniel was fairly certain he wanted it, even without the drugs, because Jack was all he could think about. He could taste him, feel Jack’s cock moving inside him. When he closed his eyes, the memory surged through him and his cock hardened even more. It was only ever Jack, never any of the others.
Daniel groaned and wrapped a hand around his cock, letting go of the fight and fisting over his cock. He gave in, leaned into the wall, Jack’s name on his lips as he came.
Daniel was pretty sure this was a bad idea.
He hadn’t been alone with Jack in a while, Daniel had made sure of that, finding it easier to control when there were more people around. Jack had been there when Janet gave him a clean bill of health and released him to go home, and they’d had lunch with Teal’c and Sam in the commissary before they’d all left to go home.
Jack had offered Daniel a ride, but Daniel wasn’t sure of himself, or for that matter, of Jack’s sincerity in the offer. He could still taste the rejection when Jack pushed him away.
Which was why this was a bad idea. Daniel scratched his head as he stood on the doorstep and decided he should just go home. He was about to step off the porch when the light came on and the door opened.
“Daniel?”
He stopped and took a deep breath. “Jack.”
“Kinda late, isn’t it?”
Daniel nodded. “Sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I should go.”
He dared a glance back to find Jack in nothing but a pair of faded old sweats, leaning against the door frame. “You okay?”
“Honestly?” Daniel turned. “I don’t know.”
Jack shivered, then stood up and gestured into the house. “Cold out here.”
“Yeah, okay.” Daniel ducked past him and into the house. He wasn’t sure what he was going to say. He was pretty sure opening with “I jerk off everyday thinking of you” wasn’t going to fly. He stopped in the middle of the living room.
“Want a beer?”
Jack moved around him into the kitchen. “No, thanks.” Daniel followed him. “I wanted to talk.”
Jack turned from the refrigerator with a scowl. “I swear Daniel, if you apologize one more time, I’m going to punch you.”
Daniel shook his head. “Wasn’t planning to apologize. Not…for before.” He sighed. In fact, he wasn’t sure what he was planning. Just about anything in his head at the moment was going to get his ass kicked. “I just…wanted to make sure that we’re okay. You and me, I mean. As friends.”
Jack’s shoulders slumped a little and he was back rummaging in the fridge for his beer. When he stood, his face was set. Daniel wasn’t sure he could read it.
“Like I said before, Daniel, forget it. Just put it behind us.”
Daniel nodded, then shook his head. “What if I can’t?” He moved away from Jack, across the room to lean on the counter.
“Can’t what?” Jack took a swig of his beer and fixed Daniel with his eyes.
Daniel fidgeted under the stare. “What if I can’t forget?”
“Give it time Daniel.” Jack said. “You were violated. It was rape.” He waved the beer around, looking anywhere but at Daniel. “No one expects you to forget right away.”
Daniel shook his head. It wasn’t rape. Not in the strictest sense. But that would derail the conversation. “Not what I meant.”
This time it was Jack who fidgeted. “What then?”
Daniel lifted his eyes from the floor. “You.”
Jack slammed back his beer, swallowing rapidly, and put the bottle on the table. “What about me?”
“The way you taste. The way your skin feels. I close my eyes and you’re there. Right there…and I can’t forget, Jack. I can’t.”
Jack sighed and scratched at his head. “Daniel.” His tone was filled with denial, with placating sounds. “Come on.” He turned away, went back to the fridge for another beer. “You don’t really mean that.”
“Yes, Jack. I think I do.” Daniel swallowed hard and exhaled, taking a step closer. “It’s all I think about. I dream about you. I…I want you.” There. He said it. Out loud.
“Daniel, please. We talked about this.”
Jack shifted, his beer bottle wavering in front of him.
“We didn’t talk about it. We talked about everything else.” Daniel said. It was now or never. Time to take a chance. “I think maybe I’ve wanted you all along. It just took…this…to make me realize.”
Jack’s face scrunched up like he was tasting bad fish. He stared at the floor and wouldn’t look up as Daniel stepped closer. Jack’s hand shook as he raised his beer bottle to drink. Daniel crossed the last distance, his hand closing around Jack’s and pulling the bottle away just before he leaned in, their lips brushing lightly. When Jack didn’t exactly resist, Daniel pressed for more, their lips moving together. Jack stiffened.
Jack cleared his throat, and when his lips parted slightly, Daniel ran his tongue over them, into them. He felt Jack’s body start to loosen up, took the beer bottle and set it on the table behind Jack. His arms moved around Jack, pulled him closer. “I want this.” Daniel whispered.
For a moment Jack let him hold him, not pulling away but not giving in either. When Daniel’s hands moved from his waist, palming over his hip, Jack started. “Okay…whoa there.” He held up his hands and put them on Daniel’s chest. “Kissing’s one thing…”
Daniel stepped back and Jack exhaled slowly. “I…how do I know this isn’t…just left over….” He gestured with his hands.
“Janet said I’m fine.” Daniel said. He could tell Jack was turned on. The growing hardness that had pressed against his leg was a giveaway…and the flimsy old sweats did little to hide his interest.
He decided the best way to handle this was to up the ante. He reached for his shirt, pulling it up and off.
“From where I’m sitting, this isn’t fine.” Jack said, grabbing at his beer again. “This is…wrong. Very wrong. So many kinds of wrong.”
Daniel put a finger on his mouth. “You’re rambling. That’s my job.” He took the finger away and kissed him. With no hesitation this time, no room for backpedaling or denying, he claimed Jack’s mouth for his own.
While Jack was still reeling from that, Daniel reached for his cock, rubbing along its length through the worn fabric. Jack shuddered. Daniel pressed their naked chests together. This had been why he had wanted Daniel, why Jack had been allowed.
“I…I’ve never…” Jack fumbled, his hands landing on Daniel’s hips.
“Yes, you have.” Daniel murmured, his lips glazing over Jack’s jaw, up to his ear. Long nights alone in the infirmary, Daniel would wake to Jack’s voice, the feeling of Jack’s hand on his arm. Never for long, and he didn’t really remember the words…just the feeling of Jack, of knowing Jack would be there, that Jack wanted to be there.
Daniel kissed his way back to Jack’s mouth. “Felt you.” Daniel opened his eyes, staring into Jack’s. There was no backing out now. He waited, watched.
Jack’s hand snaked around to the back of Daniel’s neck, pulled him forward until their foreheads were touching. “We shouldn’t.”
“Want you.” Daniel responded. He was trembling, though if it was with desire or fear he wasn’t sure.
Daniel kissed down Jack’s neck, over his shoulder, sliding down to one knee and freeing his cock from the sweats.
“Oh. Hold on. Hold on.” Jack’s hand slid up to his head, but he didn’t actually stop him as Daniel opened his mouth and sucked him in. “Daniel…fuck… Daniel…”
For the moment, Daniel ignored the words and worked on the way Jack’s cock tasted, the way it slid over his lips and tongue, the curve, the heat. He had to make Jack understand that this was really what Daniel wanted. That it wasn’t the drugs or the cuffs or the ordeal.
Daniel’s tongue danced over Jack’s skin, slippery and hot before he opened his throat and took nearly his whole cock into his mouth. He hummed and sucked and when he looked up, Jack’s eyes were closed, his lower lip caught in his teeth.
He grinned around the cock in his mouth, slipping one hand under his chin to fondle Jack’s balls. Jack grunted and his hips twitched. He was holding back. Daniel tongued over the slit, then down under the head and Jack’s hand fisted in Daniel’s hair. His cry of pleasure was strangled as he came, pouring hot and sweet into Daniel’s mouth.
“Fuck…sorry…”
Daniel was wiping his mouth, licking the come from his lips. He smiled as he stood. “Don’t be sorry.”
Jack’s face was red. He fumbled with getting himself tucked back in. After a long, awkward silence, Jack looked up at him. “I guess that means we’re fucked as friends.”
“Or just fucking friends.” Daniel said with a grin.
Jack shook his head. “You sure you don’t want a beer?”
“Yeah, okay. One. Then I should let you get back to sleep.”
“Like either one of us are sleeping tonight.” Jack countered, handing him the beer.
“This isn’t going to get weird, is it?”
Jack chuckled as he sank into the chair by the table. “I think it already is pretty damn weird, Daniel.”
