Making the Grade by alyse [Reviews - 3]
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Category: Stargate SG-1 - Slash
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill
Rating: NC-17
Genres: Episode Related, First Time, Humour, PWP - Plot, What Plot?
Warnings: None
Series: None

Word count: 14625; Completed: Yes

Summary: Daniel and Jack decide to do a little testing of the attributes of the armbands in a way that Anise couldn't have foreseen. It's smut. Does it need a better summary than that?

Spoilers: Upgrades.



Notes: Many thanks to Lou for the beta, and to Jennie for allowing me to bounce semi-coherent passages off her and providing invaluable assistance in figuring out exactly what was wrong with them.

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Oh boy. Now that was not the face of a person in a happy place. Staring at Daniel's disgruntled expression, Jack pasted the most innocent and borderline befuddled look from his rather extensive repertoire onto his own face. He wasn't sure that Daniel was buying it, judging by the way that Daniel's brow was crinkling, but, hell, it was second nature now. There were two possible outcomes - either Daniel bought it and the frown gracing his face became more confused than irritated or he saw straight through Jack and either a smirk or state of genuine pissiness ensued.

Win-win situation really.

He didn't manage to get one over on his friend and lover nearly often enough, in his not so humble opinion, and he was damn well going to enjoy it now, even if he meant he had to hide that self-same enjoyment from the man currently gazing at him suspiciously. A disgruntled Daniel, all lowered brows, wrinkled nose and serious pout, was a remarkably cute Daniel, although he'd deny to his dying breath ever thinking that, especially to his lover. Undomesticated equines, as Teal'c was fond of musing, couldn't drag that little gem from him. He'd once casually, and before they'd become 'involved' for want of a better euphemism, made the mistake of mentioning that half of Doc Fraiser's nurses thought Daniel was 'cute' and the resulting diatribe had stripped paint from the walls at ten paces and extended his own vocabulary considerably. Given that little demonstration he supposed he should be grateful that Daniel was normally relatively even tempered, or 'patient' as Daniel preferred to call it, looking down his nose rather superciliously in a manner calculated to both infuriate and arouse Jack in equal measure.

And therein lay the heart of the problem. He liked an irritated Daniel, even if that irritation was aimed in his direction. When Daniel got angry he got passionate, the kind of passionate that resulted in extravagant gestures and heightened colour, the kind that got Daniel's heart racing and his words falling over each other in an effort to convey the sheer depths of his annoyance. The kind of passionate that got him spitting and snarling and, oh God, yes, snarky as hell, the way that only Daniel could be.

The kind of 'passionate' that, with a little effort on Jack's part, could often be redirected to become 'passionate' of an entirely different sort.

He couldn't quite understand the source of Daniel's irritation this time, couldn't see exactly why Daniel was so put out, but who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth? So Jack could speed-read and Daniel couldn't. So what? Sooner or later Daniel's armband would kick in and then Daniel would catch up with him. In reality Daniel would probably overtake him, but he was getting used to that. It was one of those annoying little relationship details that you just had to deal with when the person you were in the relationship with was a genius. Jack had mostly managed to convince himself that he didn't mind it, not really. It simply meant that those odd occasions when he did manage to outthink or outflank Daniel were all the sweeter, particularly if he got a pout out of the deal.

The pout was now out in spades and he found his Pavlovian responses kicking in. There was only one thing you could do when confronted with the pout. Actually, if he were being strictly honest there were two things he could do but since they were in Daniel's office, which was on base, which was definitely on Daniel's list of Places We Do Not Have Sex, his options were limited.

He was still amazed that he'd managed to get Daniel to cross his balcony off that list. Score one for his team. And, boy, what a 'one'. Just remembering that occasion was enough to get his cock twitching in his BDUs and his heart beating a little faster.

That left him with the only other option for guaranteed pout-removal. Offering Daniel chocolate. Not that watching Daniel eat chocolate was exactly a hardship although 'hard' did feature into the equation somewhere. Daniel approached eating chocolate with the same dedication, enthusiasm and sensuality as he did sex. Jack should know and he thanked God every time Daniel turned that focus onto him, usually loudly and interspersed with the odd strangled 'please'. It did, however, mean that watching Daniel indulge in one of his few vices - right up there with coffee drinking and insulting System Lords - bordered on the pornographic.

And wasn't it just his luck that among other things this armband meant he had a major attack of the munchies? Chocolate was the one thing he wasn't short of. Chocolate, biscuits, those nutritional bars that Fraser swore weren't a replacement for a proper, balanced breakfast; he had his pockets stuffed full of them. So full, in fact, that there was hardly any room in his BDUs for the insistently awakening erection that was a natural by-product of The Pout. And, yes, given the way that Daniel's lush, bottom lip was reaching maximum jut, The Pout had indeed reached the stage where capitalisation was required.

He stared thoughtfully into Daniel's sulky face, wondering how a man as obviously cultured and intelligent as Daniel could do fourteen-year-old snarky with the best of them. He didn't remember being quite as terrifyingly eloquent at fourteen as Daniel was when he got into a full-blown snit but had no doubt whatsoever that Daniel had been. It never failed to amaze him that the nurses in the Infirmary still insisted on thinking of Daniel was 'sweet' and 'unassuming' as well as 'cute'. Suckers, each and every one of them. Big time suckers. Daniel could be, of course. There was a core of genuine compassion in the man, a seemingly limitless well of goodwill towards all man and alien kind, snakes excepting, but Jack liked him like this. Liked it when Daniel got his dander up, got that sulky, stubborn twist to his mouth, that fire in his eyes. The way that words could drip like acid from that tongue, hitting their target with an aim as perfect as Jack with his knife and no less deadly. There was something about it, something exciting and arousing and damned dangerous. Maybe it was the way that Daniel's skin flushed when he launched into battle, the way his eyes sparked and his fingers jerked in counterpoint to some argument he'd put forth. It was that 'passion' thing again. It made Jack think about sex, about how Daniel writhed beneath him, how his lips parted and blood suffused his face, sweat glistening on his brow and pale skin. How he bit his lips as he came, and how they swelled under the force of Jack's kisses, pouting like this.

Or maybe that was just the sugar rush talking.

Daniel was still watching him, his brows lowered and his eyes dark beneath them. Operating on instinct now, his higher brain functions neatly shorted out by his lower ones, he offered Daniel the half eaten nutrition bar he had conveniently clutched in his hand. For a moment Daniel stared at him as though he'd grown a second head and Jack was on the point of pulling back the offered snack - after all, he was a growing boy and needed all the sustenance he could get - when Daniel's fingers reached up and curled around his wrist, holding his hand lightly in place. The move startled him, triggering a little trip of his heart, and he glanced up from the bar, from the sight of Daniel's long, elegant fingers caressing his skin, sending tendrils of heat through him, to meet Daniel's eyes. The expression in them was no longer sulky but still familiar, dark and deep and almost mischievous, and he once again felt that familiar tightening in his groin. As he continued to watch, his own brow furrowed in mingled confusion and rising need, Daniel leant forward slightly, his mobile mouth parting to draw in the snack. He took his own sweet time, breathing lightly over the end of the small biscuit and sending a multitude of sense memories skittering through Jack before his eyes darted up to make sure that Jack was watching him and his lips finally closed around the offering. He held Jack's eyes as he let out a little, satisfied moan, his fingers seeming to burn where they touched the skin on the inside of Jack's wrist, just over the pulse point.

Jack's heart was now hammering wildly, so hard that he was convinced Daniel must feel it, no matter how lightly those fingers were placed. He watched, spellbound, as Daniel's sharp, white teeth neatly bit off a chunk of the biscuit and his lover pulled back, savouring the morsel he'd stolen, his eyes never leaving Jack's.

There was a slight smattering of biscuit fragments around Daniel's full, lush mouth, and Daniel's tongue darted out, picking them up and leaving his lips glistening in its wake. And then Daniel released the grip on his wrist to bring his own thumb to the corner of his mouth, sweeping up the last crumb and sliding the digit into the velvety interior, suckling on it as he watched Jack's reaction.

Jack's breath caught in his throat as his memory told him just how warm and wet that velvety heat would be, reminded him of how Daniel tasted when he kissed him, how strong and sensuous Daniel's mouth was when his lover took him in as deep as he could go.

Which, of course, was Daniel's rather unsubtle intention.

Jack brightened up, unable to resist the smirk that formed on his face. O-kay. Things were definitely perking up, and he wasn't just talking about things that might be jostling for room in his BDUs. There was a distinct gleam in the blue eyes that met his over that wicked thumb which told Jack that perhaps Daniel was feeling as antsy as he was courtesy of the armband and maybe, just maybe, Daniel might be persuaded, just this once, to disregard that list. Jack was all for that, all for pushing back limits of knowledge, widening the parameters of exploration and all that jazz. Kinda the reason they were going through the gate after all. What kind of team leader would he be if he didn't provide an assist when one of his team wanted to broaden their practical experience in a hands-on situation?

He wondered just how fast he could get to the door of Daniel's office and lock it? He'd bet that with armband enhanced speed the answer would be 'fast'. He'd probably be able to strip Daniel pretty fast too... assuming that his lover wasn't just blowing smoke and planned to make good on the promise implicit in those knowing eyes.

Yup. He was right. It was 'fast', damn fast in fact, and he was back, standing in front of Daniel's chair, before the other man had time to even blink.

He slid his hands into his pockets and rocked on his heels nonchalantly, unable to entirely contain his smirk as he met Daniel's eyes with eyes that were equally knowing. Daniel held his gaze calmly, quirking up his eyebrows in that infuriating manner of his, the one that spoke of amusement and mockery in equal measure. He'd be damned, however, if he was going to give Daniel the satisfaction and break this stalemate to speak first.

"So..." Daniel said eventually, admitting defeat on that point at least but letting the word slide slowly past his lips, both a chastisement and an invitation. Jack's smirk deepened, and he tilted his head slightly to one side, letting his face ask the question for him instead of breaking his self-imposed silence.

Daniel let out a soft huff of air, annoyance clear in the tone even if the emotion wasn't reflected in his eyes. They were alight with that same mischievous gleam instead, overlaid with a reflection of the hunger that was slowly curling in the pit of Jack's stomach. Oh yeah. Danny certainly seemed up for a little rule breaking.

Of course, Daniel, being Daniel, seemed intent on drawing this game out as long as possible rather than submit in their battle of wills, a development that Jack had no objection to. A little teasing, a little delayed gratification only made the inevitable victory that little bit sweeter. Assuming, of course, that they were dealing with a 'little' delay here and not one of Daniel's world famous instances of interminable prevarication. Jack stifled another smirk, watching his lover with avid eyes, waiting for the next development in this ongoing game of one-upmanship they had playing out.

Daniel made his next point by casually leaning to the side and peering around Jack at the closed door, his eyebrows moving upwards towards his hairline. The slow, subtle movement stretched his body, tightening the dark fabric of his military issue t-shirt nicely over his chest, highlighting hard contours that hadn't been there when he'd first met his beloved 'geek'. Then Daniel had been all wide eyes and longhaired enthusiasm, words spilling out at breakneck speed as that incredible mouth tried to keep up with an equally incredible brain. These days the passion was still there, something that Jack was intensely grateful for no matter how much he grumbled in the field, but more focused somehow, harder edged, cutting with an occasion air of sarcasm clinging to the words, an echo of his own approach to life. They'd spent too long together, too many hours in each other's company not to pick up and reflect the other's mannerisms.

The toned condition of Daniel's form wasn't the only thing that had changed. For all of Daniel's seeming obliviousness, in this as in most things when it came to his appearance, Jack was eighty five percent sure that the move was a calculated one. Ninety percent.

Absolutely frickin' positive. He reached that state of certainty when Daniel sat back in his chair again, giving him a deceptively innocent, curious look even as a small, self-satisfied smile played around the corner of his mouth.

No. It wasn't just Daniel's body that had been honed to perfection under the harsh conditions of life in the SGC. Was it any wonder that he thanked God every day for bringing this man into his life?

"So..." Daniel repeated.

"So...?" drawled Jack, still rocking on his heels as casually as he could.

"You shut the door."

"Give that man a prize. See, Danny, knew that 'observation in the field' course would eventually pay off." He treated himself to a hard done by sigh. "And you complained because it dragged you away from your books for half a day."

"Fuck you," Daniel returned sweetly. For a linguist, he certainly had a rather blunt turn of phrase on occasion.

Mind you, however it was phrased it was definitely a suggestion that Jack could get behind. He let his body sway forward, leering slightly at Daniel and bringing his head down towards his lover's. Daniel's own smirk grew more pronounced as he matched the movement, invading Jack's space until their faces were only inches apart.

"So..." drawled Jack again, matching Daniel smirk for smirk. He leant forward again, fully intending to make that lush mouth keep the promise it was making, when a hard hand placed firmly in the centre of his chest stopped him in his tracks.

"So..." repeated Daniel, the look in his eyes now definitely falling within the mocking range. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

Jack sighed. Daniel's conscience and overdeveloped sense of morality were picking a fine time to kick in. He was horny, here. Kinda desperate to get laid. Or do the 'laying'. He wasn't proud. Either would do. That 'delayed gratification' thing wasn't anywhere near as appealing when the delay could be measured in hours rather than minutes.

"Daniel, if this is about your 'places we don't yadda yadda' list..."

Even as he was speaking, Daniel had started to move, that hand, and the deceptively strong muscles in the arm behind it, pushing Jack far enough back so that he could rise to his feet unhindered.

"Shhh..."

Jack paused in his protestation. "Shhh?" he asked, scepticism dripping from his voice. Daniel gave him that little self-satisfied smirk again, the one that aroused and infuriated him in equal measure and, as Jack watched, began to pull off his jacket.

All right! Now this was a development he could live with. Maybe that 'gratification' thing wasn't going to be quite as delayed as he'd feared. Jack perked right up again, concentrating so hard on the taut skin being revealed as Daniel peeled his jacket down his arms that he barely took in what Daniel was now saying.

"No. I wasn't going to mention the list. Although, now you come to mention it..."

Okay. This wasn't good. Not good at all. The jacket had stopped half way down the arms and although in other circumstances he might actually relish the idea of Daniel's eloquent and active hands trapped like this, and he filed the thought away for a time when matters weren't quite so... pressing, right now all the hesitation meant was more frustration. For him. He knew Daniel liked to talk but did he have to talk now?

"Mention it?" he stuttered in a vain attempt to head Daniel off, his eyes tracing the smooth line of Daniel's chest, the muscles clearly delineated through the thin fabric of Daniel's black t-shirt as Daniel's arms remained stretched behind him. That was probably deliberate too. "No, no, don't mention it." Please, he added the thought silently. "Didn't I mean... didn't mention it... " He was babbling, knew it and knew that Daniel knew it too when he looked up and met cool blue eyes, crinkling with amusement at his expense. He flushed, feeling the slow tide of heat rise up his neck to suffuse his face and was mildly irritated at himself. Flushing was Daniel's bag, not his, usually when Jack had managed to catch him off guard and completely embarrass him by some well placed and, although Daniel would never admit it, well deserved compliment. It was one thing for Daniel to grow in confidence enough to start flaunting his body in front of Jack. It was another thing entirely for Jack to call him on it, particularly when Jack did it in his inimitable and patented 'Jack O'Neill' way.

Daniel called it gushing, his mouth making a little moue of mingled embarrassment and irritation as he said it. Jack called it calling a spade a spade and a Dannyboy frickin' edible.

So, to summarise, flushing not good, stopping stripping not good and the amused smirk Daniel was aiming in his direction, which was raising his blood pressure accordingly not to mention raising things in other places, was definitely not good. Not unless his lover intended to do something about it. The question was, which game were they playing? Were they playing the 'tease Jack 'til he's on the point of exploding then make him explode' game, or were they playing the 'tease Jack 'til he's on the point of exploding and then leave him to marinade in his own desire for several hours for the sheer amusement factor' game?

Nah. Daniel wasn't that cruel. Was he? The still amused smirk aimed in his direction went some way towards undermining his confidence. Exactly when had he lost control of the situation?

Daniel was now raising his eyebrows again, his face managing to appear both devilish and innocent, and with a sinking feeling Jack realised that he'd never had control. It was an illusion, smoke and mirrors, designed to keep him exactly where Daniel wanted him.

Off balance.

His point seemingly made, Daniel gave a little shrug of his shoulders, and his jacket slid all the way down his arms, arriving neatly at his hands with a grace a Las Vegas showgirl would have been proud of. His eyes never left Jack's as he slipped it all the way off before bouncing it thoughtfully in his hands while a small, knowing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Jack kept his mouth shut, narrowing his eyes and continuing to watch Daniel carefully, waiting for his lover's next trick. He held onto that air of nonchalance with a deathlike grip, although he doubted he was fooling Daniel for a second. He'd erred in showing his hand too soon, and it was time to remedy that miscalculation, to take a step back and wait for Daniel's next move and then to determine how to counter it.

It wasn't long in coming. With a smooth flick of his wrist, Daniel sent his jacket flying over Jack's shoulder and it came to rest neatly over the camera mounted in the wall, handily obscuring the lens. It was a move Daniel wouldn't have been able to carry off a year or two ago, and he indulged Daniel's momentary proud grin, letting it pass by without comment as Daniel regained his self-control, recovering from his momentary slip, and once more adopted his own nonchalant mantle. His level of indulgence increased dramatically as Daniel completed the move by sinking gracefully back into his chair, raising his arms to place his hands behind his head and leaning backwards, a move that was certainly not designed to show off his chest again or anything.

He was more at ease now, feeling no pain as the banter entered familiar territory. The fact that Daniel had chosen to cover the camera on the off chance that they were being observed and the way that Daniel was teasing him certainly reinforced the impression that Daniel was up for a little one on one interactive testing of the attributes of the armbands and Jack was all for going along with that, in the name of science of course. That was the point of this whole exercise, he told himself conscientiously. Wasn't it?

"So...?" he drawled slowly, rocking backwards on his heels and letting his amusement, and his acknowledgement of Daniel's actions, show in his eyes.

Another smirk and an equally slow, "So...?" in response.

Jack jerked his head in the direction of the covered camera. "Is that what I forgot?"

Daniel tilted his head to one side, that same Sphinx-like smile playing around his mouth. "Maybe," was all he would say.

Jack stifled his own smile. Oh, things were definitely looking up. He let his eyes drift downwards, settling his gaze on Daniel's mouth, knowing that his friend was watching him closely. Daniel's mouth was one of the many things he loved about this man. Surprisingly firm and yet generous and mobile, kissing Daniel was a dream. As in most things, Daniel didn't hold back, giving all that he was and then some, that passion with which he approached everything in life focused solely on Jack.

And, again, Jack had no complaints.

Even as he watched, Daniel's smile deepened, taking on a mysterious cast, and Jack dragged his gaze upwards again to sink into deep blue eyes. Daniel was still watching him, no longer trying to hide the hunger in his gaze.

Sweet. Now this was definitely promising.

"Maybe?" he prompted, raising one eyebrow quizzically.

Daniel pursed his lips, pretending to give it some thought, yet all the while those eyes sparkled mischievously at him. "Why?" he asked eventually. "Do you think I forgot something else?"

"Can't think of a single thing," Jack threw back, casually sliding his foot forward so that he was invading Daniel's personal space. He frowned for a moment, doing that little head tilt thing again, his 'dumb Colonel' act put on for the sole purpose of driving the man in front of him absolutely nuts. "So... you didn't forget anything..." He paused to give Daniel another little quizzical glance, checking the effect he was having, not wanting to tip Daniel over the edge from pouty to prudish. Daniel was smiling back at him, that same slight curl to his lips that said he knew damn well what Jack was up to and wasn't going to rise to the bait. "And I didn't forget anything..." Another casual move, one that got him even closer to the target. "So..." he summed up with a dazzling smile. "We're good to go then?"

Daniel leant back further in his chair, the fabric of his t-shirt once again stretching subtly across the planes of his chest even as his eyes dropped downwards, checking out the tent in Jack's BDUs. There was that slight mocking glint in his gaze when he met Jack's eyes again, the one that challenged rather than insulted. The one that cranked Jack's internal thermostat up like nobody's business.

"I'd say so," he said, sounding insufferably amused.

Jack wasn't fooled. There was still heat in the blue eyes that met his, a hunger that turned them dark, needy. He didn't bother to hide his smirk this time, leaning forward so that his hands could come to rest on the arms of Daniel's chair, bracketing his lover's body with his own. He let his own gaze drop pointedly downwards, confirming his suspicions that Daniel was as aroused by their banter as he was. Yep. All systems were definitely armed and ready to do.

He brought his head forward, moving towards Daniel's ear, leaning in close enough to let the heady scent of Daniel's aftershave fill his nostrils, underlain with the warm, musky scent of the man himself, close enough to feel the heat of Daniel's cheek against his own. He let his breath ghost over Daniel's skin, tickling the hair around Daniel's ear, knowing how sensitive his lover was there, what the feel of it would do to Daniel and, bang on cue, he sensed the slight shudder that ran through his lover's body, felt it deep down to his bones.

Houston, we have lift off.

"Do you know," he purred in Daniel's ear, "what I've dreamt about doing to you in this room."

Daniel pulled back just far enough to meet his gaze, another knowing glint in his eyes, and his equally low whisper reached Jack's ears. "No. Would you care to elaborate?"

Oh yeah. That look was back in Daniel's eyes, the one that spoke of heat and sweat and hard-edged need. He loved that look, gloried in it. Wanted to be consumed by it, by Daniel. It told him everything he needed to know about how Daniel felt about him, stoking his own need, burning him up.

He couldn't resist leaning forward again, his lips brushing over Daniel's sideburn and this time he felt rather than sensed the aroused shudder running through his lover. He moved downwards, nuzzling slightly at Daniel's cheek, the skin roughened by five o'clock shadow. Daniel's head tilted to the side involuntarily, giving him access to the sweet curves of Daniel's neck. He paused, letting his tongue slide out to caress the soft, sensitive skin just beneath Daniel's ear, feeling another shiver course through his lover's body.

"First," he whispered, arousal roughening his voice like cheap whisky, "I've dreamt of stripping you of your clothes, slowly, layer by layer, kissing, stroking and licking every inch of you until you can barely stand, you want me so much." He let the words drift over Daniel's skin, felt the tension wrack up another notch through Daniel's body. Daniel's breath was coming faster now, rasping past his ear, sparking shivers through Jack's body. He lost himself in the moment, letting the words bubble up as they would while he soaked up Daniel's reactions.

"You want to see me naked too," he continued, pulling back slightly to glance at Daniel's face to see the effect his words were having. Daniel's eyes were closed, and his face was slack, mouth parted as he sucked in panting breaths. Jack smirked again, the sense of power as much an aphrodisiac as the scent of Daniel's musky arousal, rising to meet him as Daniel began to perspire. He leant in again to continue to add fuel to the fire his words had started. "But I won't let you. Not just yet. I've pinned your hands to the desk so you can't move, can't touch me."

Another shiver gripped Daniel, stronger this time, and he filed that away too, along with the image of Daniel's hands trapped by his jacket, guessing that he'd stumbled across a fantasy they both might share. "And then I'd wait until you get that little impatient hitch in your breath, the one that sounds almost like a moan." Bang on cue that hitch came, slamming into him, straight to his groin and his fingers tightened on the arms of Daniel's chair as his mouth dried out. He swallowed convulsively, using the pause as an excuse to nuzzle against the side of Daniel's neck again, relishing the soft sighing moan Daniel gave voice to.

"Only then," he continued, his voice even lower and huskier. "Only when you can't stand it any more, when you're cursing me and begging me in every language you know, will I let you go. And I know you, Doctor Jackson. Know what you're like when you're impatient. You'll be greedy, needy, ripping at my clothes the way you do when you're starved and only this Colonel is going to satisfy."

Another soft, barely audible moan greeted his pronouncement and he swallowed, damping down his own arousal sufficiently to do this, to drive Daniel into a frenzy. "And then, Daniel, do you know what I'm going to do?"

He pulled back far enough again to look into Daniel's face, drinking in the sight of Daniel's closed eyes, the way his tongue darted out between parted lips to moisten them, the way his lover swallowed convulsively.

"No..." Daniel sighed the word out, low and throaty, his eyes opening to meet Jack's, deep and dark, thin slivers of blue surrounding dilated pupils.

Jack leant forward again, his breath now ghosting over Daniel's lips, holding Daniel's gaze. "I'm going," he growled, "to bend you over your desk and take you hard and fast, just the way you like it."

That got the reaction he was looking for, Daniel's eyes widening and his breath leaving him in a rushed, harsh gasp followed by a faint, "Oh God." Oh yeah. That was the look he was aiming for - the one that said that Daniel's brain had short-circuited, his higher function synapses fried by the heat they were generating between them and that he was running on nothing but mingled lust and adrenaline.

Daniel swallowed convulsively, his gaze drifting down to Jack's lips, his own tongue, once again, darting out to wet his lush lower lip in that unconscious fashion he had. He stuttered something incomprehensible out, closing his eyes briefly as though in pain, that faint frown creasing his brows again, then cleared his throat and tried again. "Two... two words, Jack."

His voice was low and breathy, and Jack let loose a triumphant and wolfish smile. "Yes, please?" he murmured silkily, watching as the tone had Daniel's pupils dilating further and that tongue darted out again.

"N... no," Daniel managed to gasp out before meeting Jack's gaze again, obviously struggling to regain control. "Friction burns."

"Wh... what?"

He gaped at Daniel, the wind taken out of his sails so abruptly that he was left gasping, his certainty draining away as Daniel treated him to a smirk.

The sneaky little shit.

Daniel was still smirking. "Well, Jack, you've got to think of these things logically." That was rich, he thought churlishly, considering that mere moments ago Daniel hadn't been capable of thought at all. "That super speed thing you've got going... Could prove a little troublesome. You know... what with the speed and... well, you know enough about the... erm... mechanics to realise what the problem could be?" Daniel ended by blinking at him innocently, an act that didn't fool Jack at all.

"Friction burns," he repeated flatly.

Daniel nodded, still aiming for innocent, although the smirk still playing around the corners of his mouth gave him away. "I mean, intriguing though it sounds, Jack, given your... erm... 'enhanced' capabilities at the moment, 'hard and fast' might be a little too..." He trailed off and treated Jack to that little innocent blink again. Jack remained completely unimpressed and not particularly amused.

Sneaky little shit was right, he thought uncharitably as he stared at Daniel, his lips compressed into a thin line. "This is payback, isn't it?" he asked eventually, his tone definitely sliding across the line into 'pissed' territory in spite of his efforts to keep it even. Daniel blinked at him again, without that false air of innocence this time, and then his brows creased into his trademark frown. "What did you think, Daniel? Wind up your lover until he's ready to burst then laugh in his face? I know you have your faults, Doctor Jackson," he let his frustration colour the words, giving Daniel's title a hard, bitter edge, "but until now I never had you down as a prick tease."

The blue eyes underneath lowered brows flashed warningly, and Daniel's generous mouth thinned ominously but Jack didn't heed the warning. "If this is your idea of payback, Daniel, just because you've gotten your panties in a bunch because the dumb ol' Colonel can read faster than you... well, I thought you were a better man than that. Fuckin' childish, is what it is."

He didn't know whether Daniel was rendered speechless from surprise or sheer fury, and decided he didn't want to stick around to find out or he might say something he'd really regret. Their fights were legendary throughout the SGC, although to Jack's mind the make up sessions were even more so, but now, his throat tight with rage, his limbs trembling and his dick hard and aching in his pants, he didn't trust himself not to go too far, not to say something that wounded even beyond Daniel's capacity to forgive, not to throw Daniel over his desk and take him anyway. It hit a sore spot, one of many and one that he couldn't resist probing at 3 a.m. like a nagging, aching tooth, the idea that not only was Daniel so far out of his intellectual league, but that he knew it, and resented it, resented having to tailor his arguments so that Jack could follow them, resented talking down to Jack as much as Jack did. That Daniel bought the 'dumb ol' Colonel' act wholesale, the act that Jack used to hide behind as much as to needle his lover, that Daniel believed it on some level because, Jack feared, on some level it was true. Not just that Daniel was way smarter than him - after all Daniel was way smarter than most people - but that Jack was left floundering in his wake to the extent that even Daniel would grow tired of it.

He turned sharply on his heel, his head feeling light and tight, buzzing with suppressed rage. There was fear there too, underlying it and barely acknowledged but sharp edged anyway, congealing in the back of his throat at the thought that there would be no make up session after this fight, that he'd hit the proverbial nail on the head and Daniel would back off too far from him for them to be able to breach the gap. Euronda was still too fresh in his memory, the polite way that he and Daniel had tiptoed around each other for days, a terrible perversion of their normal irreverent and joyful interaction.

Shit. Maybe these armband things were screwing with his temper as well as his physiology - and yes, a snarky little voice in his head told Daniel, he did know the meaning of that word. Maybe his temper was rising as fast as his libido, the speed of his emotions increasing as exponentially as his physical strength. He paused at the door for a moment, resting his head against the unyielding wood as he fumbled for the lock and it was long enough for Daniel to reach him.

Maybe Daniel's speed had kicked in now too. He stared at the arm with which Daniel was barring his way, his temper still veering erratically around 'livid', before lifting his eyes to stare into Daniel's face.

Oh yeah. Daniel's frown was definitely settled in for the duration, scoring a deep line between his brows, and his eyes still spit fire. His voice when he spoke, however, was deceptively calm.

"Would you care to explain, Colonel?"

The slight emphasis on Jack's title this time, an echo of his own, earlier disdain, would have given Jack every indication that Daniel's temper was no cooler than his, even if the look in Daniel's eyes hadn't.

"I thought I was clear enough."

Daniel tilted his head to one side, his expression edging towards dangerous and Jack's treacherous cock twitched in his BDUs. In spite of everything, his irritation and underlying hurt, Daniel was a turn on like this and he had to remind himself, and his wayward libido, quite firmly that he was pissed with Daniel. He had reason to be pissed with Daniel and the reason he was pissed with Daniel was precisely because his wayward libido wasn't getting any anytime soon. He concentrated on staring Daniel down, giving nothing away.

"I see," Daniel said, his voice low and with that same dangerous edge. "Let me see if I've got this right? I'm a childish and self-absorbed prick tease who wound you up and now won't get you off?"

Put like that it did sound a little harsh perhaps, but Jack swallowed down any inclination he had towards appeasement. His lack of response didn't deter Daniel. Instead his lover continued to watch him with that same, intent scrutiny, before the frown disappeared and a small smile graced Daniel's face instead. His expression was no less dangerous, however. Whatever emotion prompted the smile, it held an edge of both amusement and mockery. "I suppose," he continued with that same edge, although his general tone remained even, "that the fact that I a) locked the door and b) covered the camera didn't give you a fucking clue that I've no intention of leaving it at teasing?" Jack couldn't contain a slight flinch. The words were even more biting simply because they had been delivered so calmly.

Daniel obviously decided that words weren't getting through to his imbecilic lover and decided on action instead, his free hand moving down towards Jack's where it still clutched the door handle. He pulled it down towards his crotch, bringing it to rest over the bulge in his own BDUs. "No?" he purred, moving Jack's hand slowly and languidly over his groin. "Maybe this is enough of a hint?"

Jack opened his mouth, hoping to come out with a snappy comeback, but words failed him. His brain stuttered to a halt, caught both by the feel of Daniel's erection stirring under his fingers and the heat that was rising in the blue eyes which had captured his. "I have never," Daniel continued, still moving Jack's fingers in that same languid rhythm and then leaning in closer with a small sigh as Jack's hand finally got with the programme and began to move independently, rubbing just the way he knew Daniel liked it, "ever teased you this much and not followed through with it. Sudden end of the world type scenarios aside."

Jack's eyes dropped, concentrating on what his hand was doing to Daniel, on the visible evidence of his intentions rather than have to meet Daniel's gaze again, still slightly mocking but now with an underlying air of exasperated affection which had the colour rising in his cheeks. Yeah, okay. Daniel teased him and he teased Daniel and sometimes that teasing stretched out but Daniel had a point about the following through bit. He could be an ass sometimes. He knew that.

"And for the record, Jack," Daniel continued, refusing to let him off the hook that easily, "I'll kick the ass of anyone stupid enough to call you 'dumb', and that includes you."

He let out a snort of laughter at the thought of Daniel taking on all and sundry to defend his rather battered honour, the thought even funnier simply because he knew there was an element of truth in it.

His point seemingly made, Daniel's fingers had loosened their grip on his and were now trailing slowly up his arm. He leant in even closer, his breath brushing over Jack's ear. "I meant precisely what I said, no more, no less. Superhuman strength and speed and my ass do not mix. I'd like to be able to sit down tomorrow."

He paused in his breathy monologue to let his tongue trace the swirls of Jack's earlobe before nipping lightly at the lobe. His fingers reached Jack's shoulder and began to stroke lightly at Jack's neck, tilting his lover's head slightly to give that wicked tongue room to manoeuvre. "But as you so... eloquently pointed out, I haven't quite reached the same stage as you yet. Can't move as fast as you. Can't read as fast as you." Those sharp teeth nipped at his earlobe again, harder this time, sending a wonderful surge of mingled pain and lust through him. "Can't fuck as fast as you." Oh God. He loved it when Daniel talked dirty to him and Daniel damn well knew it. "So... Jack?" He let out a breathy little moan, the only answer he was capable of at the moment, focused on the heat of Daniel's body so close to his, the feel of Daniel's fingers and lips on his neck, the hard, rigid length of Daniel's cock under his fingers. "How about I bend you over my desk and fuck you hard and fast instead?"

Oh God. His knees buckled and he brought his face up, lunging for Daniel desperately, his mouth meeting Daniel's in an avid, sloppy and hungry kiss, teeth and lips and tongues clashing and duelling. Daniel's hands were buried in his hair, tugging sharply at the silver strands as Daniel's mouth devoured his whole. Daniel's weight pressed him into the door, his groin grinding into Jack's with no finesse while those greedy fingers held him in place, kneading his skull mindlessly, and Daniel plundered his mouth like a pro.

When they finally pulled apart to draw breath, Daniel's lips were swollen from the force of their kisses, glistening with Jack's saliva as well as his own. His glasses had slipped down, resting on the end of his nose and he had to peer at Jack over them. His hair was mussed where Jack's fingers had trespassed, and his eyes were burning with mindless desire.

He looked fuckable; there was no other word for it. Wanton and available, all heat and need and raw sensuality. Impatient. Daniel's long fingers were wound in the fabric of his t-shirt, tugging him none too subtly towards the desk and Daniel's eyes riveted to his mouth, seemingly as aroused by Jack's kiss swollen lips as he was by Daniel's. Jesus. He loved when Daniel got like this; all fired up and demanding, pushing and giving as good as he got. Fierce and fiery and fearsome. It was that 'passion' thing again, and being at the centre of that focus left Jack stripped and laid deliciously bare.

Jack shivered, caught in that gaze, trapped, needy and wanting. Oh yeah. Daniel so knew what talking dirty did to him. And hopefully, sometime soon, Daniel would just stop talking and just do him. Actions speaking louder than words and all that jazz.

The edge of Daniel's large desk hit the back of his legs and he staggered, only the proximity of the desk and Daniel's grip on him stopping him from falling onto his knees. And then his eyes met Daniel's again and the fiery need in them, the lust and possessiveness almost forced him down anyway, ready to fall at Daniel's feet, owned and exultant, ready to worship Daniel with his lips and tongue. His fingers flailed out, catching the edge of the desk digging into his thighs, the only thing holding him up as he gasped, breath caught in his throat at Daniel's feral gaze.

'Mine,' said those deep blue and blazing eyes, wide, dark pupils swallowing him whole.

"Oh yeah," he sighed, every atom screaming out the truth of that, submission writ large. Daniel and him - this was what they were about. He may not have been able to articulate it, particularly not now when his brain was half starved of blood and oxygen, which had pooled elsewhere, but this was what they were about. Owner and owned, give and take, pushing and pulling, swapping roles effortlessly and without thought. No wonder they existed in their own little world, finishing each other's sentences, tuned into each other in a way that frequently excluded others.

You've spoiled me, Danny, he thought ruefully with that small part of his mind still capable of conscious thought while the rest of him sat up and begged, lips parted in plea or invitation, he wasn't sure which. Ruined me for anyone else.

Oh yeah. He was so Daniel's and if Daniel wanted him right here, right now, on his knees before him, sucking him off like he owned Jack's saggy ass he'd get it. Just like he knew that he owned Daniel in turn, that there were times when he could reduce Daniel to a quivering heap, so wanton and needy that a mere touch from Jack would get him rolling over and spreading his legs with no thought or care, a linguist incapable of a more articulate response than a whimpered 'oh, yeah,' as Jack slid home.

And if Daniel wanted to bend him over his desk and to fuck him into oblivion, he'd get that too. Kind of looking forward to it, here.

Owner and owned and there was no doubt which way around they were this time. And if there had been, had been even an inkling of doubt in Jack's mind, mixed in with the need and lust and sheer wanton wanting, it would have been slain and sundered by Daniel's growled, "Mine," as he leant in again, claiming Jack's lips hard.

Oh yeah.

He left one hand clenching tightly at the edge of the desk, bringing the other hand up to grip Daniel's hair roughly, pulling at it as he devoured Daniel's mouth like Daniel was devouring his. There was no finesse, no gentleness, just all-consuming hunger, his heart pounding in his chest, blood racing through his veins. Jesus, it was a high, every sense heightened by the armbands, his dick hard and urgent in his pants.

Daniel pulled away, that same, answering hunger in dark eyes that met his, pupils dilated so thoroughly that the blue irises could barely be seen, mouth parted to draw in harsh, panting breaths. As he watched that pink tongue darted out again, swiping across the lush lower lip, a temptation and a promise all in one, and Jack sucked in a gasping breath. His own breathing had picked up the pace, echoing Daniel's; he hadn't noticed that before, hadn't noticed that he was breaking into more of a sweat than any of Fraiser's tests had engendered. This was what Daniel could do to him, do for him, that no one else could. Make him burn and ache and want and... Jesus!

Daniel was moving down now, that feral gaze never leaving his, those agile fingers gliding over the coarse fabric of Jack's t-shirt, calluses snagging on the rough threads. He was so tuned in, turned on, either due to the effect of these armbands or because his senses were heightened and aroused past endurance by the man now kneeling at his feet, that he swore he could hear the rasp of the fabric under Daniel's touch, could feel each snag and catch tugging the cloth against oversensitive skin.

And still Daniel watched him. Jack swallowed a little nervously as Daniel let loose another of those full, wicked smiles, finally breaking the deadlock to bring his eyes to rest on the bulge at Jack's groin. Those long, sensitive fingers ghosted over it, making Jack twitch and, although he couldn't see it from this angle, Jack would bet his pension that that cat-like smile widened. And then Daniel leant forward, breathing lightly over the taut fabric and Jack could have sworn blind that he felt that hot breath scorch through the material, did swear, the oath spilling weakly past his lips as his knees buckled again and only another mad scrabble for a handhold kept him upright.

Oh shit. Daniel was rubbing his face against Jack's groin like a cat, nuzzling against his dick until he was half convinced he was going to come in his pants, something he hadn't done since he was fifteen and Mary Johansson had gotten him a little too excited in the back of his father's Buick. He let out a sound, halfway between a plea and a whimper and thank you, God, Daniel understood him because those fingers, the ones that could handle the most precious object with delicacy and skill and still cope with a P90, were finally moving towards the buttons on his BDUs. Far too slowly for Jack's peace of mind but it was progress of sorts and definitely, most definitely in the right direction.

And then the only thing between his aching cock and Daniel's wonderful, wicked, wonderfully wicked mouth was the cloth of his Airforce issue boxers, which Daniel was mouthing gently, his tongue outlining the shape of Jack's erection through the fabric. Those knowing eyes darted up again, measuring the effect Daniel was having on him even though Daniel had to know what this was doing to him. It had to be clear in the low whimpers escaping his lips in spite of his best efforts as that skilful tongue found a particularly sensitive spot, in the tension in his body, in the scent of his arousal, in the way his hips were pushing into Daniel's touch less than subtly.

Oh, yeah. Daniel knew damn well what effect he was having.

He let out another half sigh, half moan as Daniel's thumbs glided up over the fabric, coming to rest hooked just inside the elastic of his boxers, his lover still mouthing the erection Jack sported through the now damp material. Those agile digits stroked his heated skin for long, agonising moments then neatly curled around the band of the boxers and tugged them down rapidly. The fabric snagged briefly on his now prominent hard on and Daniel leant forward and caught it with his teeth, pulling it out just far enough to get it past the hard part. Pun definitely intended.

It sent a frisson through him, the sight of Daniel looking up at him, the band of his underwear caught between Daniel's sharp, white, even teeth; a jolt of mingled arousal with a healthy dash of shock and not a little fear. So close, dangerous. Feral. That glint of ownership was back in Daniel's eye, if it had ever left. That look that said 'mine', the one that made every fibre of Jack's being yell, 'Hooyah!'

Daniel had all of the power this time; there was no denying it. Even crouched at Jack's feet in a traditional, submissive pose, his tongue darting out to lap at the end of Jack's aching cock and catch the jewel like drop of pre-cum forming there, he was the one with the control. He so owned Jack's ass it wasn't funny.

Jack's grip on the desk tightened as the questing tongue gave way to tight, wet heat. Daniel sucked the very tip of his cock into his mouth, holding it there, motionless, with his tongue pressing up against the underside, a faint promise of the bliss to come. Daniel's eyes never left his, waiting for what, Jack didn't know. Submission maybe, a sign that Jack would beg, plead for what he was offering. He probably would have done if he could have found the breath, but right then he was finding it hard enough to keep breathing at all, the sensations coursing through him, little shivers of lust and desire and need. His whole world was at his feet, holding him in that promising velvet prison.

He let out a sound, halfway between a whimper and a sigh and it seemed to provide whatever acknowledgement Daniel had been waiting for because his lover, his oh-so-talented and dextrous and who would have known a linguist's skilful tongue could do that too lover, swallowed him down to the root, his throat muscles tightening around Jack's cock. There was no doubting that Jack whimpered this time. Yep. Whimpering hard-ass Colonel here, guilty as charged and he'd keep right on whimpering if Daniel would just... oh God... keep right on doing whatever it was he was doing too.

Daniel's strong and agile fingers were holding him in place, pressing down into the hollows of his hips as he writhed, and that same talented mouth kept teasing and tormenting him, first taking him deep, hot and wet and tight, alternating with short shallow sucks and licks, driving him slowly out of his mind, keeping him on the edge of the precipice. Daniel's wet and nimble tongue darted around the corona, sliding into the sensitive slit and making Jack writhe anew. His fingers tightened on the desk to a near deathlike grip.

Crack...

Oh shit.

"Jack?"

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

"Jack? Did you just break my desk?"

"Erm..." Caught, he stared down at Daniel, searching frantically for a reply that would have Daniel finishing what he'd started rather than looking quizzically up at him, the beginnings of a frown creasing his forehead. Unfortunately the only thing that sprang to mind was the unhelpful albeit interesting thought that if Daniel looked hot on his knees, Daniel looked even hotter on his knees when his mouth was all glistening and wet and red and pouty like that even if, equally unfortunately, it was not doing what it was supposed to be doing.

As he watched, Daniel's frown deepened. "Jack? Desk?" Oh yeah. He was supposed to be answering that question, wasn't he? Not staring down in a lustful haze at his significant other and wondering whether just stuffing his dick back in Daniel's mouth would distract the other man sufficiently to shut him up. He doubted it. In fact, he rather suspected that if he tried it he'd find out just how sharp Daniel's teeth really were.

"Erm..." he tried again, lifting his hand sheepishly to stare at the fragments of wood still clutched in it. "Just a little bit?" he offered tentatively.

Daniel's eyes darkened, unfortunately with ire rather than lust this time. Oh oh. "Just a little bit?" Daniel asked, his voice rising. "How can you break a desk 'just a little bit'?"

"Erm..." he offered again, staring down at Daniel and reflecting rather dazedly that it wasn't just unfair that a Daniel on his knees was hot, or that a Daniel on his knees with a positively carnal and wonderfully knowing mouth was hot. No. Daniel had to be even hotter when he was pissed. In fact, the first time Jack had openly acknowledged to himself that Daniel was seriously hot and he seriously wanted to throw Daniel onto the floor and channel that furious passion into an entirely new direction was the whole 'plant boy' fiasco.

And Daniel wondered why Jack went out of his way to piss him off. Sheesh.

"It still has all of its legs?"

That answer went down no better than the previous one. Daniel gaped at him, his open mouth still a temptation to Jack's baser instincts, staring at the large splinter of wood still clutched in Jack's rueful grip. And then his eyes made the inexorable trip across the expanse of his desk - a desk he was, Jack knew, rather fond of - to the equally large gouge in the desk's edge where the splinter used to reside.

"You broke my desk," he repeated faintly.

"Ooops?" offered Jack a little weakly.

Oh shit. That had an effect - Daniel's eyes darkened further, if possible, and his nostrils flared, signs that Jack all too easily recognised as evidence of Daniel heading straight into major snit territory. The type of major snit that was all to easily confused with other major natural disasters - hurricanes, tsunamis and earthquakes.

"I can't believe you broke my fucking desk!"

Jack somehow reached the conclusion that pointing out to Daniel at this point that if he had any charity he'd forget about his desk and notice that Jack was still sporting wood of an altogether different kind probably wouldn't go down too well. Which was a pity given that his normal physical reaction to archaeologists on the rampage was to... well... sport a greater expanse of wood. Situation reaching pressing proportions here.

"Oh, for crying out loud, Daniel. It's not like I trashed it. Or even did it deliberately! It's just a little... bent out of shape."

The eyes became glacial and the pout had a definite pissed quality about it.

"Gives it a bit of character... bit battered around the edges sure... but it's... it's... Jeez, Daniel. I thought you liked old, battered things."

"Like you, you mean?" Okay, he'd walked straight into that one but before he could come back with a retort that matched Daniel's for sheer snarkiness Daniel took matters into his own hands. Literally.

"Erm... Daniel? Sweetie?"

"Yes?" The word was snapped out and did nothing to increase his comfort level.

"Je-sus! That is not a handle."

Daniel ignored him and continued to tug none too gently on the part of the anatomy he currently held. Jack got with the programme and moved with alacrity away from Daniel's battered desk. He couldn't, however, resist making one last attempt to get Daniel to see reason.

"You know you could do me a serious injury like this?"

"Call me 'sweetie' again," Daniel snarled, "and I will." Jack opened his mouth once or twice, trying to come up with a witty response but for once decided that discretion really was the better part of valour. Daniel's grip on him wasn't painful, just hard enough for him to get the point as it were, and he was rather embarrassed to note that the point in question showed no sign of abating. If anything it was showing a rather 'pointed' interest in the proceedings as Daniel backed up, taking Jack with him and never breaking eye contact. It had to be the result of Daniel's pissy mood that had him hard and aching still, that was all. Stormy eyes, tight lips, furrowed brow, the mixture of concentration and irritation that got Jack's heart beating faster. To be at the centre of that focus, caught up in a battle of wills with his stubborn lover. It was intensely arousing, as was the feel of Daniel's long, strong fingers wound around him, the calluses brushing over the sensitive skin of his cock as Daniel adjusted his grip. Passion again, combined with that surprising strength and a look in Daniel's eye that said that Jack was in such deep shit and Daniel was going to make damn sure he knew it and paid the price for his carelessness. The sheer arrogance in his gaze, the idea that he could and would make Jack pay and that Jack didn't have a say in the matter, would, in fact, let Daniel have his way without a word of protest.

He probably would. Daniel was completely irresistible when he got like this. Jack had always maintained that in this mood Daniel could lead him around by his dick. He'd just never expected to be taken quite so literally.

Daniel had reached the wall now, still holding firmly onto Jack's dick. His grip had eased and his hand now moved lightly up and down the shaft, rolling the skin beneath his fingertips just firmly enough to send shivers through Jack. His head was tilted to the side as he watched Jack closely from underneath half closed lids, the long eyelashes almost concealing his blue eyes, only the slightest sliver showing through. There was still a quiet arrogance in the gesture and gaze, and in the small smile that graced his lips, which had a feral quality to it too. Oh yeah. Loved that look. Loved the way it consumed him, owned him as Daniel's thumb stroked lazily over the tip of his cock, making him ache with need. He swayed into the touch, ignoring the way Daniel's lip curled or the amusement at his expense now sparking in those veiled eyes at this evidence of his slutdom. Like it was news that Daniel's touch could do this to him.

Almost as newsworthy as the revelation that Daniel got off on doing this to him, reducing him to this speechless state. Daniel's look was back to hungry, his eyes dark under lowered lids, that agile pink tongue darting out to wet his lips, sliding along the lush lower lip in a way that had Jack's cock jerking in his hand. It sparked another knowing smile from his lover, seductive and mysterious. Oh yeah, Daniel loved doing this to him as much as he loved having it done to him. Daniel's temper seemed to have abated, maybe because he had Jack right where he wanted him, and thankfully his focus seemed to be back where it should be - on Jack rather than his mouldy old desk.

He held Daniel's gaze, knowing his own hunger and need were showing and no longer caring. He'd yield the field to Daniel quite happily if it had the desired result and Daniel nailed him to the wall. Was looking forward to it in fact, and wondering if he couldn't hurry proceedings along a little since Daniel didn't seem to be in any rush, still stroking his fingers up and down Jack's urgent cock. He leant in a little, hoping Daniel would get the hint.

Clever, clever Daniel did, echoing his move to lean in closer as well, halting a hairsbreadth from Jack's lips, so close that Jack could feel each exhalation caressing his skin. "Hey," Daniel said softly, holding his gaze.

"Hey," he murmured back, gently moving his hips so that his cock slid through Daniel's lightly clasped fingers again, another hint. He felt rather than saw Daniel's smile, but the fingers stayed where they were, cool against his overheated skin. And then he felt Daniel's tongue, questing gently against his lips, a feather light touch, before retreating.

Daniel pulled back slightly, still holding his gaze, his eyes both heated and amused.

"Hey," he said again, low and throatily and just the sound of his voice made Jack's cock twitch again. Jack growled impatiently and this time he saw the smile crease Daniel's face, slow and feral. Daniel's hand finally left his cock, tracing a light path up the crease where his thigh met his torso, and then over his hip, sliding underneath his unfastened clothes to rest on his bare ass.

Oh yeah. Now this was heaven, feeling Daniel's long fingers stroking over his skin, rocking gently on the balls of his feet so that the very tip of his cock brushed against the rough fabric of Daniel's BDUs, edging Daniel around until his lover's back was against the wall, that enigmatic smile of Daniel's never slipping even as Jack pressed in closer. He barely had time to enjoy it, however, before those fingers stopped stroking and tightened on his skin, the only sign he got of Daniel's next move. With a speed that took even him by surprise - and which reminded him just how fast on his feet Daniel could be when the mood took him - Daniel had slid out from underneath him and he was slammed, face first, into the wall in Daniel's stead.

There was a heavy weight pressing against his back and a pair hands gripping his hips tightly as he braced himself against the wall, the racing of his heart more to do with excitement than shock. Daniel's erection, evident even through both his clothes and his lover's, dug into the soft flesh of his ass, and warm air caressed the back of his neck, tickling the short hairs there and sending shudders of arousal through him. He could smell Daniel's aftershave as his lover leant in to breathe in his ear.

"Stay there..."

The softly spoken command irritated him a little and yet also, contrarily, arced straight to his dick. He tried turning his head to treat his lover to a glare and was instead treated to a sharply hissed, "Eyes front, soldier."

What the fuck? He didn't know whether to be insulted, amused or turned on by the tone of command in Daniel's voice. Part of him thought that if Daniel wanted to continue playing he should just let him, particularly when Daniel was gently rubbing his groin against Jack's ass like that. The rest of him wanted to turn the tables, literally, and with the armband he probably could have done so easily, not even breaking the sweat that wrestling with Daniel normally resulted in. Maybe that was what was stopping him, the fact that victory would be easy rather than sweet. He stood there, conflicted, torn between the impulses to either smart mouth off to Daniel or to wait and see what Daniel had planned.

Inaction won out.

He closed his eyes, straining his ears to listen to Daniel moving around. Every sense was heightened, maybe due to the armband, maybe simply because he was so fucking turned on that feeling was all he could do; the feel of the plaster underneath his fingertips, the sensation of the bunched up cloth of his boxers rubbing roughly against the underside of his balls, resting upon it, Daniel's muffled curse as he...

Moved around his desk? Jesus! Here he was practically begging for it, and Daniel was back to worrying about his desk? He'd always maintained that Daniel's priorities were screwed, but he hadn't appreciated until now that his priorities when it came to getting screwed, or rather more importantly Jack getting screwed, might be equally... screwed.

There was something wrong with that train of thought but he was too pissed and horny to worry about it.

"Daniel," he growled out, a warning and a plea all in one word. He heard Daniel's desk drawer open. "I can't believe you're still worried about your desk! For crying out loud..."

The weight pressed up against his back again and his complaint was abruptly cut off as certain parts of Daniel's anatomy made contact with certain parts of his. Oh yeah.

"And I still can't believe," Daniel groused even as his hips rocked him gently against the swell of Jack's ass, making Jack's breath catch in his throat, "that you broke my goddamned desk."

Jack tried to focus on something other than Daniel's dick digging into him. "Arm... armband," he got out, rocking instinctively back into Daniel's easy, fluid movement.

"Uh huh," said Daniel, sounding insufferably amused. The rocking movement stopped and cool fingers traced the edge of his BDUs, slick against the heated skin of his back. "That's how come you knocked Teal'c on his ass, right?"

"Hey," he gasped out, as those cool fingers became a hand that slipped underneath his waistband, kneading the flesh of his ass. "You think I couldn't take... take Teal'c without it?"

Another low chuckle, which sent heat curling through his belly and down into his groin. "Not even on your best day, Jack."

He was offended, he really was, but he was damned if he could get the words out, not when one hand became two and the fabric of his pants was eased down over his ass. A slick finger traced down the crack of his ass, teasing and tormenting, and he gasped again. "And talking of taking," Daniel purred in his ear.

"That's your problem, Jackson," he ground out, resisting the urge to press back into that searching finger and earn himself another chuckle. "You're all talk."

It got the required result, that finger ceasing its slow dance against his sweat dampened skin and pressing sharply against the entrance to his body, making him gasp again. Oh yeah, loved this. Loved the way that Daniel crowded up against him, sharp teeth nipping at his earlobe even as that finger continued its slow glide into him. More lube, whatever the hell it was that Daniel had found to use, and he presumed that's why Daniel had been rummaging around in his desk, then one finger became two, stretching him so that he felt the burn, just the way he liked it. Loved the way Daniel did this, with the same consummate skill he showed in the field, all careful preparation and yet, when something more was required, able to use brute strength with the best of them. A contradiction, but then Daniel was just chock full of those.

Loved that too.

Daniel's fingers twisted sharply and he bucked as they brushed over that sweet spot inside, sending blissful shudders through him and making his cock jerk and twitch. Oh Jesus, loved that, loved when Daniel did it again and he jerked again, rocking back into those probing fingers and no longer caring how it looked, whether Daniel chuckled or not, whether Daniel got that knowing look in his eyes or not. Loved this and knew Daniel loved it too and hell that was all that mattered.

That and Daniel hurrying the fuck, and he meant that literally, up.

Daniel didn't seem to be in the mood for laughing. Daniel was sucking on his neck like he was as caught up in this as much as Jack was, and Jack couldn't find it in him to care what marks Daniel was leaving. Maybe that lack of concern was the armband too, fucked if he knew. Fucked if he knew anything beyond what Daniel was doing to him. Daniel's fingers were rougher now, fucking him with more urgency as Daniel used his free hand to push Jack's pants down lower. They were bunched around his thighs now, leaving his cock to bob free. Christ, he was so hard he ached, longed to touch himself but knew that if he did he'd come there and then and Daniel would really be pissed. Last time, the only time he'd done that, Daniel had been so pissed with him he'd refused to fuck Jack, making Jack watch as he'd jerked himself off, not even letting Jack suck him and the sight of Daniel's long and elegant fingers working on his own cock had been enough to drive Jack to his knees.

So he kept his hands on the wall, fingernails digging into the plaster hard enough to make it flake, dust drifting up to dust his hair and shoulders and Daniel snickered into his neck.

"Don't break the wall, Jack," he murmured and that did make him pissed.

"I'm hard enough to hammer nails, here, Danny. Get a fucking move on."

Another low, amused chuckle. "Shouldn't that be 'move on and get fucking'?" Linguists. They damn well chose their moments.

"Whatever," he ground out impatiently. "Just -"

Fingers were rapidly removed and hands seized his hips, jerking him backwards so that his ass stuck out and his fingers slithered down the wall, gouging tracks in their wake. "Jesus!" he howled and then howled again as a slick tongue was dragged along his crack. "Warn a fella, would ya?"

Daniel snickered again and he heard the creak of Daniel's boots as his lover rose to his feet again. Sneaky son of a bitch. And then he had no complaints as the length of Daniel's body pressed against his again, from ass to neck, and Daniel recommenced his slow nibbling. One of Daniel's arms was wound around his waist, avoiding contact with his cock and he could feel the other hand moving between their bodies and knew what it was doing. He braced himself against the wall again, waiting impatiently for the main event, and almost letting out another howl, this one of triumph, as he felt the head of Daniel's prepared cock press against his slick and loosened opening.

Oh hell, yeah. This was it. This was heaven. There was nothing but the slow burn of Daniel's push into him, parting his tight flesh, owning him. Everything else receded, his focus tightening until it encompassed only this, only Daniel's weight still pressing against his back, the feel of Daniel's cock sliding into him, Daniel's hoarse panting breath rushing past his ear and Daniel's lube slicked hand stroking along his cock. Daniel's thighs, still covered in the rough cloth of his BDUs, were pressing against the bare back of his legs and ass and Christ that was a trip, knowing Daniel was so fucking hot for him he'd just unfastened his pants, not even bothering to pull them down, and just slipped into him. That Daniel was going to fuck him like this, Jack's pants bunched around his thighs and Daniel's thick, hard cock jutting out through the button fly of his.

He pushed back against Daniel's slow, steady glide into him, greedy, wanting more of him, pushed back as Daniel thrust forward and, oh yeah, oh that hit the spot. That hit the spot just right and his cock, which had been subsiding, surged back to life again, aided by Daniel's nimble, clever fingers. Oh fuck, yeah.

Loved this. Loved it when Danny got feral too, when he picked up the pace, speeded up his rhythm, pushing hard into Jack, pushing fast and hard and just right, armband aided or no. Loved it when Daniel lost it, growling in his ear, digging his fingers into Jack's hip. Didn't care if it left bruises. Should have cared, given how thorough a going over Doc Fraiser was giving them these days, but all he could think was, 'Fuck yeah' and 'Right there, baby. Right there.' May even have said it as well as thought it and wouldn't that be the kicker, something else for Daniel to torment him about, but Daniel was too far gone to care. Daniel was pounding into him, the slap of flesh against flesh loud in the air and that turned him on even more, that Daniel would lose it like this, for him.

His fingers were digging into the wall still, but harder now, so hard he felt it give underneath his fingernails and he couldn't care about that either. Couldn't find it in him to care that he was whimpering under his breath, that he was gasping harder than the work out with Teal'c had driven him too. The only things he cared about were Daniel's cock driving into him, hitting that perfect spot on each and every thrust, and Daniel's fingers tightening on his cock, wringing his orgasm from him.

He came with a roar, his balls tightening, shuddering as the ecstasy flooded him, his climax seeming to come from the tip of his toes, surging through his body, all of his nerve endings screaming with bliss. Maybe the armband heightened that too, enhancing physical sensation too as it enhanced physical strength and stamina. All he knew was that he came and kept coming, shuddering as he spilled over Daniel's hand, his orgasm leaving him light-headed in its wake, like flotsam washed up onto the beach after a storm. Only Daniel's arm, now around his waist, and his fists braced against the wall kept him upright.

Daniel was still pounding into him, his face buried in Jack's neck, hot breath gusting against his sweaty skin. He was close too, Jack could tell. Could tell by the tight grip Daniel had on him, by the soft, gasping, Jacks that Daniel was breathing out, over and over.

He lowered one shaky hand, and gripped Daniel's where it rested against his stomach, pushing back into Daniel's thrusts raggedly, wanting to make Daniel's orgasm as supernova like as his own. Wanting Daniel to do that thing where he shuddered and twitched and sighed out Jack's name like it was a plea and a benediction all rolled into one.

Daniel picked up the pace even further, driving into him so hard and fast his body was jerked forward by each thrust and the vague thought of friction burns skittered through his fragmented mind. Maybe he'd feel it tomorrow, but right then he was too wrung out to care, every nerve ending frazzled, limp and exhausted and satiated beyond belief. And then Daniel tensed against him and he got what he wanted, what he loved to hear the most - his name, said that way, as Daniel thrust into him one last time, hard, and came. King of the Fucking World.

DiCaprio didn't know shit. Fuck boats, this was the crowning glory.

Daniel rested against him for a long moment before his knees finally gave out and he slumped to the floor, dragging Jack with him. Jack's ass hit the cold concrete with a thump and, shit yes, he'd definitely be feeling it tomorrow but staring at Daniel's stretched out form, now slumped on the floor with one arm flung across his eyes, looking like six foot of well fucked archaeologist, his sweaty black t-shirt clinging to his skin and his hair spiked in tufts, he still didn't care.

Oh yeah. Loved this.

"Love you," he croaked out and he must have yelled at some point - he refused to acknowledge any screaming, not even to himself - because shit his throat was rough. Daniel managed to lift his arm enough to give him an amused look from underneath it. Somewhere along the way Daniel had lost his glasses and the man was even better looking without them.

"Now I know it was good," Daniel smirked, and Jack mustered up just enough energy to swipe at Daniel's head good-naturedly, remembering just in time to keep it slower and lighter than normal because, after all, he didn't want to knock Daniel's head off his shoulders. Not when Daniel's head was capable of coming up with such good ideas as doing him against the wall of his office using... yes, suntan lotion - he could see the abandoned tube on the floor now - for lube.

Daniel was watching him still, a query mixed in with the smirk, and he let loose a smile of his own, settling back against the wall and feeling it shade from a smirk into something eminently self satisfied. Let Daniel take that as he would.

Daniel's foot nudged him, and he opened his eyes again to catch Daniel mouthing 'you too' at him. Sappy bastard. His grin widened and his eyes drifted shut again.

"Jack?" Daniel's voice was thoughtful and he forced his eyes open again to look at his lover. Daniel wasn't, however, looking at him but was instead staring up at the wall of his office. Oh oh.

"You do realise you've broken the wall too, don't you?"

Maybe Daniel wasn't as attached to his wall as he was to his desk because the question wasn't pissed this time. With an immense effort Jack raised his head and peered up in the direction Daniel was staring. Yup. Two fist sized holes in the plaster. Well now. Wasn't that a turn up for the book? Of course, that wasn't as easy to explain away as the desk, which he could always claim he'd been leaning on without realising his own strength. Catching Daniel's gaze he could see that his lover had reached the same conclusion. With a rather unconcerned shrug considering the circumstances Daniel's gaze began to travel over the other walls of his office before settling on some large colour laser prints the guys in the lab had done from Daniel's film of the wall drawings from P3X-who the hell cared.

Nice to know that not all of Daniel's brain cells had been fried by their recent encounter, even if Jack felt like his had.

"I'll move those," said Daniel, sinking back down to the floor. "Later."

Jack stifled a laugh. Maybe Daniel was more wiped then he was admitting. It earned him a hard look from his lover, and he chuckled harder. And then Daniel snickered too and met his eyes again.

"Good job they're high enough for posters to cover."

Confused, he looked askance at Daniel, who was still snickering softly. "What?"

Daniel let his gaze drop down to Jack's limp dick. "Well, you did say you were hard enough to hammer nails. I suppose I should be glad I don't have to explain why I felt the need to put a poster at waist height."

It took a second for the penny to drop and then he howled, slumping down to the floor to lie next to his lover, holding his aching sides at the images Daniel's comment had brought to his mind. Oh yeah. Definitely a good thing.

For long moments they lay next to each other, trading stupidly goofy grins, and then Daniel let out another amused huff of breath. "You okay?" he asked, the look of fake innocence in his eyes tipping Jack off that the question wasn't likely to be as innocuous as it sounded.

"Fine."

"No friction burns?"

He took another sideswipe at Daniel's head and Daniel avoided it easily, moving out of the way fast. Very fast. Very fast indeed and Jack raised one eyebrow, the only other part of him that seemed willing to cooperate in his post-orgasmic lassitude.

"Oh wow," said Daniel, a huge grin splitting his face. "Oh wow."

Wow? A linguist and all he could come up with to describe the rush of moving that fast, of moving faster than the eye could see was 'wow'. He treated Daniel to a distinctly old-fashioned look but it couldn't quash Daniel's newfound enthusiasm. Daniel was sitting up now, sending guilty little sidelong looks in Jack's direction even as he was busy tucking himself away back into his BDUs. His eyes kept drifting between Jack, who pasted his best 'I'm so unloved and such a martyr' look on his face, and the books piled high on his desk, their inexorable siren song drawing him in.

Jack let out a long-suffering sigh. "At least throw me down a chocolate bar before you cheat on me - in my line of sight I might add - with your books and new speed-reading abilities."

A guilty start and then a slightly bashful frown before Daniel gave into the lure of his books and rose rather sheepishly to his feet. The chocolate bar was most definitely welcome, replenishing the energy that their little time out had cost him, and he munched on it happily, watching indulgently as Daniel lost himself in his own little world, his face lit up with delight.

Loved that man.

"Oh... Daniel?"

A quick glance up, that involved frown gracing his face and, God, even after the mind-blowing sex they'd just had he felt a treacherous twitch of interest down below. After a brief rumination on what the recovery time might be when wearing these babies, and the realisation that no matter what it was he'd be unlikely to drag Daniel away from his own babies quite so soon, he returned to his original plan. "Be careful with those." The frown shaded into confusion, and he couldn't quash the smug grin that rose to his face. "Hey, you were the one who brought it up. Speed, remember? Don't want those tomes of yours bursting into flames from the friction."

Thank God for the armband. It meant he was fast enough to duck.

The End.

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