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Minor Complications, Part Two, Stargate SG-1, NC-17
Title: Minor Complications
Fandom: Stargate SG-1 - Part One
Rating; NC-17
Word Count: 13986
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Supporting Characters: Samantha Carter, Teal'c, General Hammond, Janet Frasier
Summary: A mission to negotiate for access to untold riches in naquada on a world steeped in tradition and ceremonial law, leads to a minor complication for Daniel when the inadvertent breaking of unclear rules during the long negotiation process lead him to be arrested, convicted and sentenced to punishment.
Warnings: This is de-aged Daniel. There is some daddy!kink, but no underage sex. There is spanking. There is teenage angst, with a bit of abandonment issues...and horny teenage lust.
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prehistoric_sea who won the privilege during the last Sweet Charity.
It was frustrating, listening to the others talk about him and not fully understanding. He could remember how to translate a dozen languages, could remember how to dial the gate, how to make coffee, how Jack liked the bacon crispy and how he liked it when Daniel licked the back of his knee.
He turned away from where Janet and Sam were explaining something to Jack, who didn't seem to be following it any better than Daniel was. The thoughts and memories about Jack were getting worse. He supposed it was to be expected, he was hitting puberty, again. But he couldn't be close to him sometimes without it filling him up, the desire to touch him, taste him.
Daniel closed his eyes and leaned into the wall, the surface cool on his forehead. He was tired. He couldn't sleep without dreaming and the dreams were exhausting runs through memories he'd packed away, every hurt, imagined or real exacerbated by the current situation, by the exaggeration of pre-pubescent fears and longings.
Some part of him knew this wasn't real, and it was temporary, but every time he remembered getting dropped off at school, that long, lonely walk alone with nothing but a small suitcase to keep his things in, it cut into him and he couldn't help the way he kept clinging to Jack when the others weren't around.
"Daniel?" Jack's hand slid onto his back, warm, comforting. "You ready?"
Daniel nodded, grimacing as pain lanced his head and memory flared.
"I don't want to go."
"Well, you have to. I'm not going to argue with you." His grandfather doesn't look at him, just kept shoving his things into a suitcase.
"I want to come with you." Daniel shoves his glasses up his nose.
"You have to go to school."
"I don't like it there. No one likes me."
He sighs and closes the suitcase. "That's because you don't try, Danny. Just try harder."
"I don't want to go." Daniel repeated, over and over, clinging to Jack. He could see them, see the room, but he couldn't get out of the memory, the car ride, the door closing, watching his grandfather drive away. "Please don't leave me."
His knees buckled and he grabbed at his head, yelling as the pain intensified. Jack held him, eased him down to the floor. "Jack!" His vision was starting to swim and he could feel hands on him, but his body was cold, shaking. "Jack! Don't let go. Don't let go." Tears burned on his face. Janet swam through them, her hand cool against Daniel's skin.
"Right here, Daniel." Jack said, his voice strangely calm.
His body went rigid, convulsing and Daniel could feel himself screaming, but the sound dropped away until all that was left was white noise and heat and the vague sensation of people around him.
"That's it. I'm not waiting for permission." Jack said, lifting Daniel's unconscious body off the floor. "Teal'c, door."
It was going to be a long walk to the gate carrying Daniel, but Jack wasn't waiting one more minute for permission from the Prelate to take Daniel home. Not when they didn't have a clue what was wrong, and Frasier couldn't figure it out from here, and Daniel was clearly not okay.
They marched through the open lobby and no one tried to stop them, all of them just staring as they stormed through and out into the late evening air.
The only resistance they met was at the gate, but even then, they backed away quickly when Carter and Teal'c held their weapons at ready. Carter dialed the gate, and as the wormhole stabilized, she was on the radio, calling for a medical team to meet them in the gateroom. Doc Frasier was the first one through, and waiting at the bottom of the ramp to help him get Daniel onto the gurney.
Jack followed as they wheeled Daniel toward the infirmary, the helplessness welling inside him. He hated this part of the job. Hated it more when it was Daniel, and all too often, it was.
He stopped at the doors, watching as they moved Daniel onto a bed and set about examining him. Daniel's eyes opened, his arms flailed, but seconds later he went into more convulsions and Jack had to look away. This was killing him, taking Daniel from him again.
"Sir?"
He nodded at Carter as she joined him breathlessly. "He's going to be fine." He didn't sound convincing, even to himself.
"You should get some rest, sir. Janet will take good care of him."
He nodded, knowing she was right. He hadn't slept properly in days, since this whole nightmare began. Still, he couldn't just leave Daniel alone, not when that's the one thing he was most afraid of. "I will. Soon."
"Now, Colonel." General Hammond said as he approached behind Carter. "I'll make it an order if I have to."
"Sir, Daniel needs—"
The door to the infirmary opened and Janet emerged. "Daniel needs sleep. I've sedated him. We seem to be through this bought of convulsions. He won't be awake for at least a few hours. In the meantime, I'm going to run some tests, see what we're dealing with."
"There you have it."
Jack knew when he was beat and nodded. "You come get me if anything changes."
"You have my word." Janet said.
Jack stalked away, heading toward the quarters he used for crashing in whenever he couldn't go home for whatever reason, but somehow he ended up at Daniel's office instead. There was a cold cup of coffee on the desk amidst the piles of papers and folders and artifacts.
Jack smiled and eased into the room. He can't count the times he'd had to drag Daniel out of here, force him to go home, or at least down the hall to sleep a few hours. He poured himself into whatever job was at hand and that obsessive nature had saved their skins more than once.
He just wasn't sure it would be enough this time.
A blur of images, memories, dreams, heartbreak, joy, fear, love, lust, faces and names, places he thinks he remembers, others he's never seen and yet somehow knows, aliens, monsters, ghosts and demons, some personal and intense, others vague and mystical…they all collected, collided, crashed inside his dreams, and he tossed and called out and screamed despite the drugs he can feel inside him.
It wasn't really sleep anymore, but he couldn't wake up, couldn't tell what is real, what is memory, what is fantasy dragging him into madness. There was a cool presence, a soft voice, but it was gone…had been for some time. He feels like his body is under pressure, pulled, torn.
Then the dark came and he sank under with it gratefully, away from the pain and the fear.
The dreams the brought him up from the dark are vibrant, colorful with torment and torture, weapons, running, loss. Daniel sat up, panting, sweating, remembering random moments of physical pain that had no context other than knowing that they were real, that they had happened to him at some point. Or would happen again. He wasn't entirely clear.
The room stabilized around him and he recognized the infirmary at the SGC. They had brought him home. He was alone, hooked up to various monitors that hummed or beeped softly in the still quiet of what he assumed must be night.
His breathing returned to normal slowly and he peeled the sticky pads and wires off his skin, letting his feet sink to the floor. He was in scrubs, his feet bare. The floor was cold under them. He padded across the floor to the observation window, looking at the dark glass to see himself.
Dark circles around his eyes made him look older, or maybe he'd actually aged. It was hard to tell. His hair stuck out at odd angles and his glasses were missing. He shivered. He probably needed to be in bed, but he wanted Jack.
If he knew Jack, he was probably in his on-base quarters, so Daniel let himself out of the room, slipping quietly down the halls and into the room that Jack had claimed as his own. In the dark, Daniel hesitated, watching Jack sleep. The bed was small, probably not big enough for both of them, but he was cold and lonely and he needed to feel Jack's arms. He tiptoed over the floor and eased into the bed.
Jack moaned and moved instinctively, letting Daniel in. Daniel spooned up to Jack's body, his eyes falling shut as he got the blanket pulled over him and with it, Jack's arm. Sleep tugged him down and Daniel let it, snuggled in the warmth of Jack's body.
Jack's brain was fuzzy and lacking in details as he came awake. There was a warm body in bed with him, the smell of Daniel in his nose, and it didn't take much more than that to wake up parts of him that were quicker to the party than his brain.
His arm slid over a flat stomach, pulling Daniel back against him, Daniel's ass rubbing against Jack's already half-hard cock enough to take it from half-hard, to ready for some morning action. Daniel moaned a little, half turning, hands reaching for Jack, lips seeking out and finding Jack's before either of them had opened their eyes.
"Jack…" Daniel's voice was enough to snap Jack back into reality however, scratchy and breaking and young. Jack's eyes popped open and he pulled back, horrified as he looked down into the entirely too young face beside his. Daniel frowned and reached for him and Jack pulled further away, tumbling out of bed to land with a heavy thud on the floor. "Jack?" Daniel sat up, leaning over the edge of the bed. He looked…older than he had when Jack left him, but not much more than fourteen, and with sleepy eyes and mussed up hair…and Jack was still hard anyway.
Though, one look said Daniel was too. And that was just…wrong on so many levels Jack didn't know where to begin counting them.
"Sorry, I…" Jack shook his head and picked himself up off the floor. He didn't know exactly what he was apologizing for. "You…I…sorry."
Daniel still looked confused, his eyes dancing around the room, then down at himself.
"How did you…I mean when?" Jack swallowed and took a deep breath. "You belong in the infirmary."
"Woke up alone." Daniel said, his voice soft and filled with…some emotion Jack couldn't place. "Wanted you. Still do." His eyes were bright blue as they looked up at him, needy. He was biting his lip, making Jack lick over his.
"I—we can't. Not like…this." Jack shook his head. At least his cock was finally joining his head in the rapid departure from that party. "Daniel…"
He turned away, his eyes closing as he swung his legs out of the bed. "No, I get it." Daniel's voice told Jack he didn't, not really. He sounded petulant. "I'll just go back…you're right." Daniel stood, shuffling toward the door.
Jack reached out to stop him, but Daniel pulled away. "Don't."
He knew he should go after him, should chase him down and convince him that he wasn't rejecting him, but Jack couldn't make his feet work. Instead he hit his head on the door a few times before pulling on his pants. He didn't get all the way to the infirmary before he was being paged to General Hammond's office, so he reversed direction and headed up to find General Hammond and Doctor Frasier waiting.
"Have you seen Daniel?" Janet asked before he was fully in the room.
"Yeah, he was…he came to see me. I sent him back to the infirmary."
She seemed relieved. "The morning duty nurse came in and he was gone. I was worried he'd try to go home."
Jack hadn't thought of that actually, and considering that Daniel's head wasn't exactly in the game, anything was possible. "He's pretty messed up." Jack offered. "Confused…I'm not sure he'd try to leave the base right now."
"I'm not surprised he's confused, and the confusion will only get worse. His brain is having trouble keeping up with the changes in his body. The more he ages, the worse each transition is going to get."
"Is that what the whole thing with the convulsions is?"
She nodded. "He's growing at a more rapid pace than they led me to believe, probably due to the way that they tried to reverse the original de-aging process. The human body isn't meant for that kind of stress. The good news is that at this pace, he should be himself again in a little less than a month."
"And the bad news?" Jack held his breath.
Her eyes met his, bright and certain. "The process could kill him and even if it doesn't, his mind is under enormous strain. I'm concerned he might not be himself when it's over."
"You're not my father." Daniel growled at him as Jack got between him and the door for the third time.
"I'm not letting you leave this room." Jack said, his hand on Daniel's chest.
"What are you going to do, Jack? Spank me?"
"I might, you keep acting like this." Jack pushed back as Daniel shoved forward.
"Like what?" Daniel asked, his blue eyes snapping with anger.
"Like a fucking teenager." Jack responded.
"I am a fucking teenager." Daniel reminded him, pushing his hair out of his face and exposing the mess of pimples across his forehead. "And I'm bored."
"You're not going out there."
"I am. I'm going the fuck home. I want a hamburger and some French fries and a goddamn milkshake."
"Well you can't have them." Jack said, realizing how ridiculous he sounded.
Daniel pushed forward, crowding Jack into the door. "I need to get out of here, before I go crazy."
Jack pushed him back again. The fact of the matter was, Daniel was pretty damn close to losing it and Jack knew it. The last bout of convulsions and dreams had brought on hallucinations and Daniel acting out scenes from his past. He was nearly sixteen, and the lucid period between crashes was down under twenty four hours.
Daniel's hand reached out to caress Jack's face. "Unless…you can think of something we can do in these rooms to keep me sane."
Jack froze in place. Sixteen, with all the raging hormones that went along with it and all the memories of them together. He seemed to forget where they were. "No. No. Daniel, stop it."
Daniel growled and stormed away. "Fuck it all to hell." He crossed the room and leaned into the wall, sucking in air and after a few minutes, Jack saw his shoulders start shaking. It was too early to be another set of convulsions.
"Daniel?"
"Go away." Daniel said, his voice shaking as Jack recognized the sound of Daniel crying.
"I'm not going anywhere." Jack started toward him, but stopped when Daniel straightened up and held up one hand.
"Just leave me alone."
"You don't want that." Jack said softly. "I promised you I wasn't leaving."
Daniel wiped at his eyes angrily. "It's obvious you can't stand me, just get the fuck out!"
"What?"
"You think I don't see? I'm not blind. I'm a freak with zits all over and skinny arms that don't work right and now that you know what I really was like you can't handle it. I get it Jack."
"You're not making sense Daniel. This isn't what you're really like. This is who you used to be…and damn it, we really shouldn't be talking about this here."
Daniel sniffled, his eyes darting to the observation window and back to Jack. "Well, you won't let me leave."
Jack exhaled slowly, trying to keep himself from getting exasperated. He'd never had to deal with a teenager like this before. "Okay, fine." Jack crossed to the door and opened it, beckoning the guard stationed outside it to keep Daniel from running off yet again. "No one comes in or out. Secure observation and stand clear of the doors. I need a few minutes."
"Yes sir."
He closed the door and turned back to Daniel. "You are a difficult, stubborn, exhausting teenager, Daniel. I can't imagine what it must be like for you. Not now, not when you were really sixteen. It sucks. You've been through a fucking lot and I hate that this happened to you. I hate seeing you like this, but it has nothing to do with the pimples or the skinny arms or whatever the fuck else you think it has to do with."
Daniel's face was hard set, scowling as Jack crossed the room. "I hate that you're in pain, and that this is fucking with your head. I hate that I might lose you and never even really know why. I hate that I haven't been able to have you in my bed for the last week."
Jack was close enough to touch him, but didn't. "I hate fighting with you, because I know you're hurting and lashing out in pain. I hate seeing you cry." He lifted a hand then, cupping Daniel's face and slowly drawing him closer. "I hate that you can't see how much I love you." His voice was little more than a whisper, his eyes sliding closed as he let his lips brush over Daniel's.
Daniel's body shivered as he let out a shuddering breath, his mouth opening slightly. Jack eased into the kiss, letting his tongue slip over Daniel's lips, into his mouth, gentle, giving, easy. When he pulled back, Daniel's tears had stopped, his eyes were closed.
Slowly, he blinked, his eyes finding Jack's. "You…"
Jack nodded. Neither of them had ever said it before. "You better believe it."
Daniel's lips quirked up, then he was grinning. "You said you loved me."
He couldn't bear the thought of never saying it, but hadn't figured out how or when before right that moment.
"Now I know I must be dying." Daniel said, his voice dry, his eyes sparkling.
Jack shook his head and playfully cuffed Daniel's. "Space Monkey."
Daniel leaned against the bed, then looked up at Jack. "So…shouldn't we have sex now? With the declarations of love and everything."
"I really will spank you." Jack said, realizing a half second too late that that was probably the wrong thing to say at exactly that moment.
"With your hand? Or a belt?" Daniel asked, one eyebrow raised.
Jack inhaled and crossed his arms. "I'll tell you what. You get through this without scaring me to death, and without getting me court marshaled, and when you're back to normal, I'll do whatever you want."
"Spanking?"
"Within reason." Jack agreed.
"Can I call you Daddy?" Daniel asked, mischief written all over his face.
"If you think you have to."
"You're on." Daniel responded, crossing his own arms.
The times between bouts of convulsions grew shorter with each phase, until Daniel was lucky to have a few hours of lucidity, and even then, it was hard to make anything make sense.
Sometimes he could only speak in some language no one else could understand. Sometimes he couldn't shake the dreams and memories. He was wrung out, his voice nearly gone from the screaming in agony as the attacks came. Sometimes he didn't remember anyone or anything. Sometimes he remembered everything in excruciating detail.
Jack was there through the whole thing. Daniel knew. He could feel Jack, even when he couldn't open his eyes. When he couldn't remember his own name, he knew Jack. Through the drugs and the pain and the coma like sleep, Daniel felt him.
Exhaustion pulled at him as he lay shivering, waiting for the next run. Janet hadn't left the room in the last 12 hours, and she was looking almost as ragged as Jack as Daniel felt it coming.
"Okay, Daniel. Easy now. This should be the last one." He wasn't sure how she knew that or if he believed her. He just clung to the idea that it would be over.
Daniel panted through the first tremors as they got him strapped down and Janet started the IV, pumping meds into him to try to reduce the convulsions and ease the pain. He bit down on the bit she put in his mouth to keep him from biting off his tongue and felt it wash over him.
Memory and dreams crashed through him, the voices of real people faded, the heat of their presence fading as the pain took up the available space. It was an odd mix of semi-consciousness and drug induced altered-state that he floated in.
He was freezing, then sweating. The Goa'uld and other aliens tormented him. Little girls called him names. There was kissing…girls in high school, a guy or two in college, Jack. There was fighting, sometimes over trivial, stupid things, sometimes for his life. His grandfather, his teachers, Jack.
It always came back to Jack.
He didn't have any sense of time between the start of the onslaught and when it finally let him go, dropping him into the deep dark of sleep.
His head was quiet for the first time in a long time, clear of lingering memories or nightmares. He felt rested, but like he could sleep another few hours if he let himself. It was surprisingly normal.
The events of the last weeks settled into place, a little blurry in places, but intact.
Jack's hand was in his, holding his. Daniel could tell that long before he opened his eyes. Jack's head rested on the bed beside his hip, a light snore coming from him.
Daniel yawned and opened his eyes, surprised to find Janet on the other side of his bed. "He hasn't left your side since you went under." Janet said softly. "Three days. How are you feeling?"
Daniel breathed in deep, exploring the way his body felt. "Better. Sore. Almost normal." His throat hurt the way it always did when he woke up after one of the attacks, his voice ragged.
Her smile was gentle. "You look like yourself. Your vital signs have all stabilized. I'm going to run a few tests, check your blood work…but I think you made it through the last one."
"Does that mean I can go home?" Daniel asked, even though he already knew she'd want to keep him a few more days.
"Soon, okay?"
Daniel nodded. "Yeah, okay."
"Milkshake for the throat?"
He smiled and nodded. "I'd like that, thank you."
When the door closed behind her, Daniel pulled his hand from Jack's rubbing it over Jack's head until he started awake.
"Hey, you're up." Jack sat up stiffly, looking around him for Janet or other medical personnel before grabbing Daniel's hand and kissing the knuckles lightly.
"You're not." He twined his fingers through Jack's. It wasn't enough, but the best he could hope for here.
"Nonsense. A cup of coffee and I'll be good as new." Jack's eyes bellied his joking manner, searching out Daniel's and looking for a sign that he was okay.
Daniel nodded. "I'm going to hold you to that promise you know," he said with a sly grin.
Jack's face blushed a little, but his smile was all Daniel needed to know everything was going to be okay. He pulled his hand away from Jack's as the door opened and Carter came in, beaming. She was followed by Teal'c and General Hammond and Jack withdrew while Daniel assured his friends that he'd be fine.
Daniel's eyes tracked to Jack's every now and again, checking in. It may be a few days before he got to go home, and probably a few more after that before he was really up to the sorts of things going on in his head, but Jack had made him a promise…and Daniel aimed to make something they both enjoyed.
In all it turned out to be closer to two weeks before Daniel was home and feeling up to more than the nightly blow job that Jack insisted was his medicine. He had to admit, he was more than a little nervous about it as he got out of the car at Jack's place.
It was early, because Daniel knew Jack was going to feel more comfortable about this in his own space, and because Jack was always at Daniel's place with dinner. Jack was just closing the front door when Daniel said hello.
Jack looked confused. Daniel held up the box of pizza. "My turn to get dinner."
Jack nodded slowly, squinting at Daniel before unlocking the door and heading back inside. "You probably should be home in bed."
Daniel stopped just inside the door and waited for Jack to close it before leaning in to kiss him lightly on the mouth. "Tired of my bed. Want your bed."
Jack rolled his eyes and took the pizza, setting it aside on the hall table before putting both hands on Daniel's hips and steering him back against the door. "Wondered how long it was going to take." Jack's kiss was insistent, but still gentle, possessive. "Been looking forward to this."
Daniel opened both eyes in surprise. "You have?"
Jack nodded, slow and easy. "Figured if you wanted it that bad, I should look into it…figure out why…"
"And…?" Daniel asked breathlessly, following as Jack started to walk them backwards toward the bedroom.
"And, I think I know what you want."
Jack guided them into the bedroom, pizza long forgotten as he pulled at Daniel's pants. "My house, my rules." Jack said, his eyes on Daniel's as his hands unzipped him and dipped inside to rub over his cock.
Daniel nodded without breaking eye contact.
"You do as I say, when I say, how I say." Jack's thumb rubbed over the tip of his cock, making Daniel close his eyes briefly. "And if it's too much you say so. Got me?"
Daniel nodded again, and Jack squeezed, stopping his hand. "Words, Daniel. I want words."
"Yes. Yes, Jack. I understand."
"Good. Now, we're going to start nice and easy. I believe you asked me for a spanking, didn't you?"
Daniel's heart raced on ahead of him in anticipation. He swallowed. "Yes. I did."
"Because you were a naughty boy, scaring me like you did." It felt odd, hearing Jack say that, odd and arousing and Daniel might have come in his hand if Jack wasn't still squeezing his cock. "Words."
"Yes, I was…naughty." He barely got the word out, his face flushing fire red.
"And naughty boys need to be punished." Jack continued, his hand resuming his stroking over Daniel's hard cock. "Take off your shirt."
Daniel's fingers fumbled with buttons, then gave up and he pulled the shirt up over his head, dropping it behind him. Jack moved toward the bed, his hand on Daniel's cock pulling Daniel with him. "I'm going to spank you Daniel. I'm going to bend you over and lay my belt across your ass until it turns red."
They stopped at the side of the bed and Jack let go of him. "Get the belt for me." Jack held his hands away from his body so Daniel understood what he meant. Daniel's fingers felt thick and uncoordinated as he unbuckled Jack's belt and pulled it out of the loops.
He handed the warm leather over and licked his lips. Jack's eyes met his and for a long moment neither of them moved or spoke. "Are you sure?" Jack breathed after the silence became heavy.
Daniel nodded, cleared his throat. "Yes….yes, D-daddy. I'm sure."
Something sparked in Jack's eyes with the word and his hand rose up to the back of Daniel's neck, pressing him forward and down onto the bed. His other hand, the one with the belt in it, pulled Daniel's pants down far enough to expose his ass, then let them slide down until they were around his knees.
Daniel had had a taste of this with a professor in college and craved it ever since…and now, with Jack…His hand moved over his ass, the leather of the belt trailing behind it. The one hand never moved from his neck, holding him down.
The leather snapped, cracked and Daniel felt the sharp kiss of it almost as an after thought against his skin. The second one fell high up on his ass, almost onto his back. He lurched forward, his cock banging into the mattress. He moaned and fisted his hands in the comforter as Jack's hand caressed over the heated skin.
"Naughty boy." His hand dipped between Daniel's legs, rubbing his cock with a loop of the belt. "Dirty, naughty boy."
Daniel tried to make words, but Jack brought the belt down again, once, twice, three times, over his ass and the sounds that fell from his lips were far from words…more like groans and grunts and a long, keening moan as his cock started leaking. Jack's rough hand on the welts left by the belt, a squeeze of hot flesh and Daniel was coming down the side of the bed.
Jack released the pressure on his neck, easing Daniel up and back, and down onto his knees by the bed. "Dirty boy. Clean up your mess."
Daniel's cock actually twitched like it was going to come back for more as he realized what Jack was telling him to do. It was kinkier than anything they'd done before, but he leaned in, licking his own come off the comforter. When he'd finished Jack was sliding between him and the bed, his cock out and hard.
"Come on then, show Daddy what that mouth of yours can do."
Daniel licked his lips, adjusting the way he was kneeling, all uncomfortable with his pants still around his knees, before leaning in and licking his way around Jack's cock. He sucked in just the head, then let it go before opening his mouth and taking as much of it in as he could, then sliding off again. He kissed along the underside, down to Jack's balls, taking them in his mouth one by one.
Jack's cock trembled when he blew hot air over the damp skin and Jack's fingers carded through his hair as he lifted up again to take the whole thing. Jack hissed and his hips jerked when Daniel opened the back of his throat, swallowing around the tip of his cock. He came easily when Jack pulled and settled into a fast rhythm that had Jack pumping up at him, groaning as he came hot and salty down Daniel's throat.
After a few moments, his hand loosened up in Daniel's hair, and Jack fell back on the bed, sated. Daniel kicked off his pants and shoes so that he was naked and crawled up into bed beside him. They lay together quietly for a few minutes, then Daniel lifted up on one elbow to look down at him. "You okay?"
Jack smiled a lazy smile. "I'm good. You?"
Daniel kissed him. "I'm good too."
"I think I could get used to obedience from you." Jack's hand pulled Daniel's to his mouth and he kissed over the palm.
Daniel chuckled and lay back down. "Don't think it works outside of this."
"You could call me Sir, show me some respect. Stop arguing with me."
"Don't push your luck." Daniel said, rolling over to straddle him. "We agreed the relationship stays behind closed doors. Unless you're ready to give up your career."
There was uncomfortable silence between them until Jack sighed, taking Daniel's face in both hands. "I meant what I said. You scared me this time. I don't like when you scare me."
"I can't promise I won't do it again." Daniel said softly. It wasn't a promise either of them could make, not with the job that they did.
"I know." Jack agreed. He rolled them so that he was the one straddling over Daniel. "But I don't have to like it."
"I'm still here." Daniel responded, lifting up to kiss him.
"And I'm not going anywhere." Jack answered.
Fandom: Stargate SG-1 - Part One
Rating; NC-17
Word Count: 13986
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Supporting Characters: Samantha Carter, Teal'c, General Hammond, Janet Frasier
Summary: A mission to negotiate for access to untold riches in naquada on a world steeped in tradition and ceremonial law, leads to a minor complication for Daniel when the inadvertent breaking of unclear rules during the long negotiation process lead him to be arrested, convicted and sentenced to punishment.
Warnings: This is de-aged Daniel. There is some daddy!kink, but no underage sex. There is spanking. There is teenage angst, with a bit of abandonment issues...and horny teenage lust.
A/Ns: Written for
prehistoric_sea who won the privilege during the last Sweet Charity.It was frustrating, listening to the others talk about him and not fully understanding. He could remember how to translate a dozen languages, could remember how to dial the gate, how to make coffee, how Jack liked the bacon crispy and how he liked it when Daniel licked the back of his knee.
He turned away from where Janet and Sam were explaining something to Jack, who didn't seem to be following it any better than Daniel was. The thoughts and memories about Jack were getting worse. He supposed it was to be expected, he was hitting puberty, again. But he couldn't be close to him sometimes without it filling him up, the desire to touch him, taste him.
Daniel closed his eyes and leaned into the wall, the surface cool on his forehead. He was tired. He couldn't sleep without dreaming and the dreams were exhausting runs through memories he'd packed away, every hurt, imagined or real exacerbated by the current situation, by the exaggeration of pre-pubescent fears and longings.
Some part of him knew this wasn't real, and it was temporary, but every time he remembered getting dropped off at school, that long, lonely walk alone with nothing but a small suitcase to keep his things in, it cut into him and he couldn't help the way he kept clinging to Jack when the others weren't around.
"Daniel?" Jack's hand slid onto his back, warm, comforting. "You ready?"
Daniel nodded, grimacing as pain lanced his head and memory flared.
"I don't want to go."
"Well, you have to. I'm not going to argue with you." His grandfather doesn't look at him, just kept shoving his things into a suitcase.
"I want to come with you." Daniel shoves his glasses up his nose.
"You have to go to school."
"I don't like it there. No one likes me."
He sighs and closes the suitcase. "That's because you don't try, Danny. Just try harder."
"I don't want to go." Daniel repeated, over and over, clinging to Jack. He could see them, see the room, but he couldn't get out of the memory, the car ride, the door closing, watching his grandfather drive away. "Please don't leave me."
His knees buckled and he grabbed at his head, yelling as the pain intensified. Jack held him, eased him down to the floor. "Jack!" His vision was starting to swim and he could feel hands on him, but his body was cold, shaking. "Jack! Don't let go. Don't let go." Tears burned on his face. Janet swam through them, her hand cool against Daniel's skin.
"Right here, Daniel." Jack said, his voice strangely calm.
His body went rigid, convulsing and Daniel could feel himself screaming, but the sound dropped away until all that was left was white noise and heat and the vague sensation of people around him.
"That's it. I'm not waiting for permission." Jack said, lifting Daniel's unconscious body off the floor. "Teal'c, door."
It was going to be a long walk to the gate carrying Daniel, but Jack wasn't waiting one more minute for permission from the Prelate to take Daniel home. Not when they didn't have a clue what was wrong, and Frasier couldn't figure it out from here, and Daniel was clearly not okay.
They marched through the open lobby and no one tried to stop them, all of them just staring as they stormed through and out into the late evening air.
The only resistance they met was at the gate, but even then, they backed away quickly when Carter and Teal'c held their weapons at ready. Carter dialed the gate, and as the wormhole stabilized, she was on the radio, calling for a medical team to meet them in the gateroom. Doc Frasier was the first one through, and waiting at the bottom of the ramp to help him get Daniel onto the gurney.
Jack followed as they wheeled Daniel toward the infirmary, the helplessness welling inside him. He hated this part of the job. Hated it more when it was Daniel, and all too often, it was.
He stopped at the doors, watching as they moved Daniel onto a bed and set about examining him. Daniel's eyes opened, his arms flailed, but seconds later he went into more convulsions and Jack had to look away. This was killing him, taking Daniel from him again.
"Sir?"
He nodded at Carter as she joined him breathlessly. "He's going to be fine." He didn't sound convincing, even to himself.
"You should get some rest, sir. Janet will take good care of him."
He nodded, knowing she was right. He hadn't slept properly in days, since this whole nightmare began. Still, he couldn't just leave Daniel alone, not when that's the one thing he was most afraid of. "I will. Soon."
"Now, Colonel." General Hammond said as he approached behind Carter. "I'll make it an order if I have to."
"Sir, Daniel needs—"
The door to the infirmary opened and Janet emerged. "Daniel needs sleep. I've sedated him. We seem to be through this bought of convulsions. He won't be awake for at least a few hours. In the meantime, I'm going to run some tests, see what we're dealing with."
"There you have it."
Jack knew when he was beat and nodded. "You come get me if anything changes."
"You have my word." Janet said.
Jack stalked away, heading toward the quarters he used for crashing in whenever he couldn't go home for whatever reason, but somehow he ended up at Daniel's office instead. There was a cold cup of coffee on the desk amidst the piles of papers and folders and artifacts.
Jack smiled and eased into the room. He can't count the times he'd had to drag Daniel out of here, force him to go home, or at least down the hall to sleep a few hours. He poured himself into whatever job was at hand and that obsessive nature had saved their skins more than once.
He just wasn't sure it would be enough this time.
A blur of images, memories, dreams, heartbreak, joy, fear, love, lust, faces and names, places he thinks he remembers, others he's never seen and yet somehow knows, aliens, monsters, ghosts and demons, some personal and intense, others vague and mystical…they all collected, collided, crashed inside his dreams, and he tossed and called out and screamed despite the drugs he can feel inside him.
It wasn't really sleep anymore, but he couldn't wake up, couldn't tell what is real, what is memory, what is fantasy dragging him into madness. There was a cool presence, a soft voice, but it was gone…had been for some time. He feels like his body is under pressure, pulled, torn.
Then the dark came and he sank under with it gratefully, away from the pain and the fear.
The dreams the brought him up from the dark are vibrant, colorful with torment and torture, weapons, running, loss. Daniel sat up, panting, sweating, remembering random moments of physical pain that had no context other than knowing that they were real, that they had happened to him at some point. Or would happen again. He wasn't entirely clear.
The room stabilized around him and he recognized the infirmary at the SGC. They had brought him home. He was alone, hooked up to various monitors that hummed or beeped softly in the still quiet of what he assumed must be night.
His breathing returned to normal slowly and he peeled the sticky pads and wires off his skin, letting his feet sink to the floor. He was in scrubs, his feet bare. The floor was cold under them. He padded across the floor to the observation window, looking at the dark glass to see himself.
Dark circles around his eyes made him look older, or maybe he'd actually aged. It was hard to tell. His hair stuck out at odd angles and his glasses were missing. He shivered. He probably needed to be in bed, but he wanted Jack.
If he knew Jack, he was probably in his on-base quarters, so Daniel let himself out of the room, slipping quietly down the halls and into the room that Jack had claimed as his own. In the dark, Daniel hesitated, watching Jack sleep. The bed was small, probably not big enough for both of them, but he was cold and lonely and he needed to feel Jack's arms. He tiptoed over the floor and eased into the bed.
Jack moaned and moved instinctively, letting Daniel in. Daniel spooned up to Jack's body, his eyes falling shut as he got the blanket pulled over him and with it, Jack's arm. Sleep tugged him down and Daniel let it, snuggled in the warmth of Jack's body.
Jack's brain was fuzzy and lacking in details as he came awake. There was a warm body in bed with him, the smell of Daniel in his nose, and it didn't take much more than that to wake up parts of him that were quicker to the party than his brain.
His arm slid over a flat stomach, pulling Daniel back against him, Daniel's ass rubbing against Jack's already half-hard cock enough to take it from half-hard, to ready for some morning action. Daniel moaned a little, half turning, hands reaching for Jack, lips seeking out and finding Jack's before either of them had opened their eyes.
"Jack…" Daniel's voice was enough to snap Jack back into reality however, scratchy and breaking and young. Jack's eyes popped open and he pulled back, horrified as he looked down into the entirely too young face beside his. Daniel frowned and reached for him and Jack pulled further away, tumbling out of bed to land with a heavy thud on the floor. "Jack?" Daniel sat up, leaning over the edge of the bed. He looked…older than he had when Jack left him, but not much more than fourteen, and with sleepy eyes and mussed up hair…and Jack was still hard anyway.
Though, one look said Daniel was too. And that was just…wrong on so many levels Jack didn't know where to begin counting them.
"Sorry, I…" Jack shook his head and picked himself up off the floor. He didn't know exactly what he was apologizing for. "You…I…sorry."
Daniel still looked confused, his eyes dancing around the room, then down at himself.
"How did you…I mean when?" Jack swallowed and took a deep breath. "You belong in the infirmary."
"Woke up alone." Daniel said, his voice soft and filled with…some emotion Jack couldn't place. "Wanted you. Still do." His eyes were bright blue as they looked up at him, needy. He was biting his lip, making Jack lick over his.
"I—we can't. Not like…this." Jack shook his head. At least his cock was finally joining his head in the rapid departure from that party. "Daniel…"
He turned away, his eyes closing as he swung his legs out of the bed. "No, I get it." Daniel's voice told Jack he didn't, not really. He sounded petulant. "I'll just go back…you're right." Daniel stood, shuffling toward the door.
Jack reached out to stop him, but Daniel pulled away. "Don't."
He knew he should go after him, should chase him down and convince him that he wasn't rejecting him, but Jack couldn't make his feet work. Instead he hit his head on the door a few times before pulling on his pants. He didn't get all the way to the infirmary before he was being paged to General Hammond's office, so he reversed direction and headed up to find General Hammond and Doctor Frasier waiting.
"Have you seen Daniel?" Janet asked before he was fully in the room.
"Yeah, he was…he came to see me. I sent him back to the infirmary."
She seemed relieved. "The morning duty nurse came in and he was gone. I was worried he'd try to go home."
Jack hadn't thought of that actually, and considering that Daniel's head wasn't exactly in the game, anything was possible. "He's pretty messed up." Jack offered. "Confused…I'm not sure he'd try to leave the base right now."
"I'm not surprised he's confused, and the confusion will only get worse. His brain is having trouble keeping up with the changes in his body. The more he ages, the worse each transition is going to get."
"Is that what the whole thing with the convulsions is?"
She nodded. "He's growing at a more rapid pace than they led me to believe, probably due to the way that they tried to reverse the original de-aging process. The human body isn't meant for that kind of stress. The good news is that at this pace, he should be himself again in a little less than a month."
"And the bad news?" Jack held his breath.
Her eyes met his, bright and certain. "The process could kill him and even if it doesn't, his mind is under enormous strain. I'm concerned he might not be himself when it's over."
"You're not my father." Daniel growled at him as Jack got between him and the door for the third time.
"I'm not letting you leave this room." Jack said, his hand on Daniel's chest.
"What are you going to do, Jack? Spank me?"
"I might, you keep acting like this." Jack pushed back as Daniel shoved forward.
"Like what?" Daniel asked, his blue eyes snapping with anger.
"Like a fucking teenager." Jack responded.
"I am a fucking teenager." Daniel reminded him, pushing his hair out of his face and exposing the mess of pimples across his forehead. "And I'm bored."
"You're not going out there."
"I am. I'm going the fuck home. I want a hamburger and some French fries and a goddamn milkshake."
"Well you can't have them." Jack said, realizing how ridiculous he sounded.
Daniel pushed forward, crowding Jack into the door. "I need to get out of here, before I go crazy."
Jack pushed him back again. The fact of the matter was, Daniel was pretty damn close to losing it and Jack knew it. The last bout of convulsions and dreams had brought on hallucinations and Daniel acting out scenes from his past. He was nearly sixteen, and the lucid period between crashes was down under twenty four hours.
Daniel's hand reached out to caress Jack's face. "Unless…you can think of something we can do in these rooms to keep me sane."
Jack froze in place. Sixteen, with all the raging hormones that went along with it and all the memories of them together. He seemed to forget where they were. "No. No. Daniel, stop it."
Daniel growled and stormed away. "Fuck it all to hell." He crossed the room and leaned into the wall, sucking in air and after a few minutes, Jack saw his shoulders start shaking. It was too early to be another set of convulsions.
"Daniel?"
"Go away." Daniel said, his voice shaking as Jack recognized the sound of Daniel crying.
"I'm not going anywhere." Jack started toward him, but stopped when Daniel straightened up and held up one hand.
"Just leave me alone."
"You don't want that." Jack said softly. "I promised you I wasn't leaving."
Daniel wiped at his eyes angrily. "It's obvious you can't stand me, just get the fuck out!"
"What?"
"You think I don't see? I'm not blind. I'm a freak with zits all over and skinny arms that don't work right and now that you know what I really was like you can't handle it. I get it Jack."
"You're not making sense Daniel. This isn't what you're really like. This is who you used to be…and damn it, we really shouldn't be talking about this here."
Daniel sniffled, his eyes darting to the observation window and back to Jack. "Well, you won't let me leave."
Jack exhaled slowly, trying to keep himself from getting exasperated. He'd never had to deal with a teenager like this before. "Okay, fine." Jack crossed to the door and opened it, beckoning the guard stationed outside it to keep Daniel from running off yet again. "No one comes in or out. Secure observation and stand clear of the doors. I need a few minutes."
"Yes sir."
He closed the door and turned back to Daniel. "You are a difficult, stubborn, exhausting teenager, Daniel. I can't imagine what it must be like for you. Not now, not when you were really sixteen. It sucks. You've been through a fucking lot and I hate that this happened to you. I hate seeing you like this, but it has nothing to do with the pimples or the skinny arms or whatever the fuck else you think it has to do with."
Daniel's face was hard set, scowling as Jack crossed the room. "I hate that you're in pain, and that this is fucking with your head. I hate that I might lose you and never even really know why. I hate that I haven't been able to have you in my bed for the last week."
Jack was close enough to touch him, but didn't. "I hate fighting with you, because I know you're hurting and lashing out in pain. I hate seeing you cry." He lifted a hand then, cupping Daniel's face and slowly drawing him closer. "I hate that you can't see how much I love you." His voice was little more than a whisper, his eyes sliding closed as he let his lips brush over Daniel's.
Daniel's body shivered as he let out a shuddering breath, his mouth opening slightly. Jack eased into the kiss, letting his tongue slip over Daniel's lips, into his mouth, gentle, giving, easy. When he pulled back, Daniel's tears had stopped, his eyes were closed.
Slowly, he blinked, his eyes finding Jack's. "You…"
Jack nodded. Neither of them had ever said it before. "You better believe it."
Daniel's lips quirked up, then he was grinning. "You said you loved me."
He couldn't bear the thought of never saying it, but hadn't figured out how or when before right that moment.
"Now I know I must be dying." Daniel said, his voice dry, his eyes sparkling.
Jack shook his head and playfully cuffed Daniel's. "Space Monkey."
Daniel leaned against the bed, then looked up at Jack. "So…shouldn't we have sex now? With the declarations of love and everything."
"I really will spank you." Jack said, realizing a half second too late that that was probably the wrong thing to say at exactly that moment.
"With your hand? Or a belt?" Daniel asked, one eyebrow raised.
Jack inhaled and crossed his arms. "I'll tell you what. You get through this without scaring me to death, and without getting me court marshaled, and when you're back to normal, I'll do whatever you want."
"Spanking?"
"Within reason." Jack agreed.
"Can I call you Daddy?" Daniel asked, mischief written all over his face.
"If you think you have to."
"You're on." Daniel responded, crossing his own arms.
The times between bouts of convulsions grew shorter with each phase, until Daniel was lucky to have a few hours of lucidity, and even then, it was hard to make anything make sense.
Sometimes he could only speak in some language no one else could understand. Sometimes he couldn't shake the dreams and memories. He was wrung out, his voice nearly gone from the screaming in agony as the attacks came. Sometimes he didn't remember anyone or anything. Sometimes he remembered everything in excruciating detail.
Jack was there through the whole thing. Daniel knew. He could feel Jack, even when he couldn't open his eyes. When he couldn't remember his own name, he knew Jack. Through the drugs and the pain and the coma like sleep, Daniel felt him.
Exhaustion pulled at him as he lay shivering, waiting for the next run. Janet hadn't left the room in the last 12 hours, and she was looking almost as ragged as Jack as Daniel felt it coming.
"Okay, Daniel. Easy now. This should be the last one." He wasn't sure how she knew that or if he believed her. He just clung to the idea that it would be over.
Daniel panted through the first tremors as they got him strapped down and Janet started the IV, pumping meds into him to try to reduce the convulsions and ease the pain. He bit down on the bit she put in his mouth to keep him from biting off his tongue and felt it wash over him.
Memory and dreams crashed through him, the voices of real people faded, the heat of their presence fading as the pain took up the available space. It was an odd mix of semi-consciousness and drug induced altered-state that he floated in.
He was freezing, then sweating. The Goa'uld and other aliens tormented him. Little girls called him names. There was kissing…girls in high school, a guy or two in college, Jack. There was fighting, sometimes over trivial, stupid things, sometimes for his life. His grandfather, his teachers, Jack.
It always came back to Jack.
He didn't have any sense of time between the start of the onslaught and when it finally let him go, dropping him into the deep dark of sleep.
His head was quiet for the first time in a long time, clear of lingering memories or nightmares. He felt rested, but like he could sleep another few hours if he let himself. It was surprisingly normal.
The events of the last weeks settled into place, a little blurry in places, but intact.
Jack's hand was in his, holding his. Daniel could tell that long before he opened his eyes. Jack's head rested on the bed beside his hip, a light snore coming from him.
Daniel yawned and opened his eyes, surprised to find Janet on the other side of his bed. "He hasn't left your side since you went under." Janet said softly. "Three days. How are you feeling?"
Daniel breathed in deep, exploring the way his body felt. "Better. Sore. Almost normal." His throat hurt the way it always did when he woke up after one of the attacks, his voice ragged.
Her smile was gentle. "You look like yourself. Your vital signs have all stabilized. I'm going to run a few tests, check your blood work…but I think you made it through the last one."
"Does that mean I can go home?" Daniel asked, even though he already knew she'd want to keep him a few more days.
"Soon, okay?"
Daniel nodded. "Yeah, okay."
"Milkshake for the throat?"
He smiled and nodded. "I'd like that, thank you."
When the door closed behind her, Daniel pulled his hand from Jack's rubbing it over Jack's head until he started awake.
"Hey, you're up." Jack sat up stiffly, looking around him for Janet or other medical personnel before grabbing Daniel's hand and kissing the knuckles lightly.
"You're not." He twined his fingers through Jack's. It wasn't enough, but the best he could hope for here.
"Nonsense. A cup of coffee and I'll be good as new." Jack's eyes bellied his joking manner, searching out Daniel's and looking for a sign that he was okay.
Daniel nodded. "I'm going to hold you to that promise you know," he said with a sly grin.
Jack's face blushed a little, but his smile was all Daniel needed to know everything was going to be okay. He pulled his hand away from Jack's as the door opened and Carter came in, beaming. She was followed by Teal'c and General Hammond and Jack withdrew while Daniel assured his friends that he'd be fine.
Daniel's eyes tracked to Jack's every now and again, checking in. It may be a few days before he got to go home, and probably a few more after that before he was really up to the sorts of things going on in his head, but Jack had made him a promise…and Daniel aimed to make something they both enjoyed.
In all it turned out to be closer to two weeks before Daniel was home and feeling up to more than the nightly blow job that Jack insisted was his medicine. He had to admit, he was more than a little nervous about it as he got out of the car at Jack's place.
It was early, because Daniel knew Jack was going to feel more comfortable about this in his own space, and because Jack was always at Daniel's place with dinner. Jack was just closing the front door when Daniel said hello.
Jack looked confused. Daniel held up the box of pizza. "My turn to get dinner."
Jack nodded slowly, squinting at Daniel before unlocking the door and heading back inside. "You probably should be home in bed."
Daniel stopped just inside the door and waited for Jack to close it before leaning in to kiss him lightly on the mouth. "Tired of my bed. Want your bed."
Jack rolled his eyes and took the pizza, setting it aside on the hall table before putting both hands on Daniel's hips and steering him back against the door. "Wondered how long it was going to take." Jack's kiss was insistent, but still gentle, possessive. "Been looking forward to this."
Daniel opened both eyes in surprise. "You have?"
Jack nodded, slow and easy. "Figured if you wanted it that bad, I should look into it…figure out why…"
"And…?" Daniel asked breathlessly, following as Jack started to walk them backwards toward the bedroom.
"And, I think I know what you want."
Jack guided them into the bedroom, pizza long forgotten as he pulled at Daniel's pants. "My house, my rules." Jack said, his eyes on Daniel's as his hands unzipped him and dipped inside to rub over his cock.
Daniel nodded without breaking eye contact.
"You do as I say, when I say, how I say." Jack's thumb rubbed over the tip of his cock, making Daniel close his eyes briefly. "And if it's too much you say so. Got me?"
Daniel nodded again, and Jack squeezed, stopping his hand. "Words, Daniel. I want words."
"Yes. Yes, Jack. I understand."
"Good. Now, we're going to start nice and easy. I believe you asked me for a spanking, didn't you?"
Daniel's heart raced on ahead of him in anticipation. He swallowed. "Yes. I did."
"Because you were a naughty boy, scaring me like you did." It felt odd, hearing Jack say that, odd and arousing and Daniel might have come in his hand if Jack wasn't still squeezing his cock. "Words."
"Yes, I was…naughty." He barely got the word out, his face flushing fire red.
"And naughty boys need to be punished." Jack continued, his hand resuming his stroking over Daniel's hard cock. "Take off your shirt."
Daniel's fingers fumbled with buttons, then gave up and he pulled the shirt up over his head, dropping it behind him. Jack moved toward the bed, his hand on Daniel's cock pulling Daniel with him. "I'm going to spank you Daniel. I'm going to bend you over and lay my belt across your ass until it turns red."
They stopped at the side of the bed and Jack let go of him. "Get the belt for me." Jack held his hands away from his body so Daniel understood what he meant. Daniel's fingers felt thick and uncoordinated as he unbuckled Jack's belt and pulled it out of the loops.
He handed the warm leather over and licked his lips. Jack's eyes met his and for a long moment neither of them moved or spoke. "Are you sure?" Jack breathed after the silence became heavy.
Daniel nodded, cleared his throat. "Yes….yes, D-daddy. I'm sure."
Something sparked in Jack's eyes with the word and his hand rose up to the back of Daniel's neck, pressing him forward and down onto the bed. His other hand, the one with the belt in it, pulled Daniel's pants down far enough to expose his ass, then let them slide down until they were around his knees.
Daniel had had a taste of this with a professor in college and craved it ever since…and now, with Jack…His hand moved over his ass, the leather of the belt trailing behind it. The one hand never moved from his neck, holding him down.
The leather snapped, cracked and Daniel felt the sharp kiss of it almost as an after thought against his skin. The second one fell high up on his ass, almost onto his back. He lurched forward, his cock banging into the mattress. He moaned and fisted his hands in the comforter as Jack's hand caressed over the heated skin.
"Naughty boy." His hand dipped between Daniel's legs, rubbing his cock with a loop of the belt. "Dirty, naughty boy."
Daniel tried to make words, but Jack brought the belt down again, once, twice, three times, over his ass and the sounds that fell from his lips were far from words…more like groans and grunts and a long, keening moan as his cock started leaking. Jack's rough hand on the welts left by the belt, a squeeze of hot flesh and Daniel was coming down the side of the bed.
Jack released the pressure on his neck, easing Daniel up and back, and down onto his knees by the bed. "Dirty boy. Clean up your mess."
Daniel's cock actually twitched like it was going to come back for more as he realized what Jack was telling him to do. It was kinkier than anything they'd done before, but he leaned in, licking his own come off the comforter. When he'd finished Jack was sliding between him and the bed, his cock out and hard.
"Come on then, show Daddy what that mouth of yours can do."
Daniel licked his lips, adjusting the way he was kneeling, all uncomfortable with his pants still around his knees, before leaning in and licking his way around Jack's cock. He sucked in just the head, then let it go before opening his mouth and taking as much of it in as he could, then sliding off again. He kissed along the underside, down to Jack's balls, taking them in his mouth one by one.
Jack's cock trembled when he blew hot air over the damp skin and Jack's fingers carded through his hair as he lifted up again to take the whole thing. Jack hissed and his hips jerked when Daniel opened the back of his throat, swallowing around the tip of his cock. He came easily when Jack pulled and settled into a fast rhythm that had Jack pumping up at him, groaning as he came hot and salty down Daniel's throat.
After a few moments, his hand loosened up in Daniel's hair, and Jack fell back on the bed, sated. Daniel kicked off his pants and shoes so that he was naked and crawled up into bed beside him. They lay together quietly for a few minutes, then Daniel lifted up on one elbow to look down at him. "You okay?"
Jack smiled a lazy smile. "I'm good. You?"
Daniel kissed him. "I'm good too."
"I think I could get used to obedience from you." Jack's hand pulled Daniel's to his mouth and he kissed over the palm.
Daniel chuckled and lay back down. "Don't think it works outside of this."
"You could call me Sir, show me some respect. Stop arguing with me."
"Don't push your luck." Daniel said, rolling over to straddle him. "We agreed the relationship stays behind closed doors. Unless you're ready to give up your career."
There was uncomfortable silence between them until Jack sighed, taking Daniel's face in both hands. "I meant what I said. You scared me this time. I don't like when you scare me."
"I can't promise I won't do it again." Daniel said softly. It wasn't a promise either of them could make, not with the job that they did.
"I know." Jack agreed. He rolled them so that he was the one straddling over Daniel. "But I don't have to like it."
"I'm still here." Daniel responded, lifting up to kiss him.
"And I'm not going anywhere." Jack answered.