Jack closed his eyes; his head falling backwards as pleasure built, Daniel thoroughly coating him. Fully buzzed, Jack wasn’t quick to notice when Daniel stopped, until he felt strong legs wrapping around him, tugging him back down.
“Wait,” Jack begged, his hands falling down to either side of Daniel’s shoulders; knowing that he was supposed to do something, make sure that Daniel would enjoy this too.
But Daniel only pulled harder, grunting, shifting them both until Jack was poised perfectly above him. “I want this, Jack.” He took hold of Jack’s thick shaft, guiding it to his entrance. “Just once.”
“Daniel!” Jack panted, trying to pull back. “It’ll hurt this way.” He was sure of this.
“No it won’t,” Daniel shook his head quickly. “You won’t. Trust me.”
Jack groaned in reluctant acquiescence, allowing Daniel’s heels to draw him in.
Daniel’s teeth bit into his upper lip, his hands grasping tightly into Jack’s hair, while Jack sheathed himself completely into Daniel’s fully pliant, welcoming, heat.
“Yes,” Daniel hissed, tilting his head back, exposing his neck for Jack to mark, “Jack. Move. Please!”
Jack pulled out, and then pushed back into Daniel slowly; he knew he needed to take his time with this.
This had to last forever.
*
His bright, blue eyes were back, full of unshed tears. As they gasped for breath, still joined, Daniel wrapped his arms around Jack, lightly brushing their foreheads together, “Thank you.”
With a clearer head, reality niggled a little more incessantly in the back of Jack’s mind, “No.” He shook his head in willing denial of what Daniel was about to do, “Don’t you dare, you son of a bitch!”
But it was too late.
*
How they wound up from being tangled and satiated to standing fully clothed in the ‘gate room was beyond him; but Daniel was there, standing in front of him – still whole.
“Daniel?”
“Yeah?”
It was him. Jack smiled sadly; he might not know what’s going on fully, but he was damned sure it was him at least. He looked around, finding them not alone – a vaguely familiar, brightly dressed woman stood quietly in front of the ‘gate, watching them.
“Did you want something?” Like, tell me how to fix this.
“Yeah.” Daniel whispered, taking a deep breath, knowing these words were going to hurt. “Tell Jacob to stop.”
*
Jack had walked, nearly ran, away towards their locker room, begging for a moment of peace; he couldn’t stand the crowded infirmary right now. They had all looked at him, silently demanding answers that he couldn’t give.
With shaking hands, he turned the basin taps on high, and dunk his head under the cooling liquid.
A minute or ten passed before he was able to lift his head and stare at himself in the mirror. He’d aged a good ten years within those minutes, but could anyone blame him?
This was it, the final straw. Daniel was gone. Without him.
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"One First Time" Prompt: Break-Up Sex (2/2, NC17)
Date: 2008-11-07 08:05 am (UTC)“Wait,” Jack begged, his hands falling down to either side of Daniel’s shoulders; knowing that he was supposed to do something, make sure that Daniel would enjoy this too.
But Daniel only pulled harder, grunting, shifting them both until Jack was poised perfectly above him. “I want this, Jack.” He took hold of Jack’s thick shaft, guiding it to his entrance. “Just once.”
“Daniel!” Jack panted, trying to pull back. “It’ll hurt this way.” He was sure of this.
“No it won’t,” Daniel shook his head quickly. “You won’t. Trust me.”
Jack groaned in reluctant acquiescence, allowing Daniel’s heels to draw him in.
Daniel’s teeth bit into his upper lip, his hands grasping tightly into Jack’s hair, while Jack sheathed himself completely into Daniel’s fully pliant, welcoming, heat.
“Yes,” Daniel hissed, tilting his head back, exposing his neck for Jack to mark, “Jack. Move. Please!”
Jack pulled out, and then pushed back into Daniel slowly; he knew he needed to take his time with this.
This had to last forever.
His bright, blue eyes were back, full of unshed tears. As they gasped for breath, still joined, Daniel wrapped his arms around Jack, lightly brushing their foreheads together, “Thank you.”
With a clearer head, reality niggled a little more incessantly in the back of Jack’s mind, “No.” He shook his head in willing denial of what Daniel was about to do, “Don’t you dare, you son of a bitch!”
But it was too late.
How they wound up from being tangled and satiated to standing fully clothed in the ‘gate room was beyond him; but Daniel was there, standing in front of him – still whole.
“Daniel?”
“Yeah?”
It was him. Jack smiled sadly; he might not know what’s going on fully, but he was damned sure it was him at least. He looked around, finding them not alone – a vaguely familiar, brightly dressed woman stood quietly in front of the ‘gate, watching them.
“Did you want something?” Like, tell me how to fix this.
“Yeah.” Daniel whispered, taking a deep breath, knowing these words were going to hurt. “Tell Jacob to stop.”
Jack had walked, nearly ran, away towards their locker room, begging for a moment of peace; he couldn’t stand the crowded infirmary right now. They had all looked at him, silently demanding answers that he couldn’t give.
With shaking hands, he turned the basin taps on high, and dunk his head under the cooling liquid.
A minute or ten passed before he was able to lift his head and stare at himself in the mirror. He’d aged a good ten years within those minutes, but could anyone blame him?
This was it, the final straw. Daniel was gone. Without him.