Merry Gentlemen

by Beckymonster

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asb/beckymonster/merrygen.php
Summary: There are things about Daniel that Jack has always wanted to know. Cameron gives him a chance to find out.

(Jack's POV)

I've always wanted to know what Daniel looks like when he's getting his cock sucked.

As there has only ever been one guy he'll let do that, namely my good self; it's been a bit difficult to gather evidence.

Now I know.

He's standing at the back of one of the Archaeology department store rooms, looking to all the world like Gabriel fallen to Earth. More beautiful than anyone has the right to be.

Eyes half closed, lips parted and wet from greedy kisses. The soft lilt of his voice as he instructs the man kneeling at his feet in the age old art of fellatio.

For a moment, jealousy overtakes libido before the greedy bastard beats it back. Just because I wanted this, doesn't stop me from being jealous of the gorgeous man kneeling at Daniel's feet feasting on my lover's cock.

Good old Spec Ops training means that I can stand here and watch them. I know a picture would last longer but it's also the kind of thing that can lead to a court martial and worse too. So I'm hoping that my memory is up to the job. Given the tableaux before me, it damn well better be.

Daniel's hand floats lower, gently caressing Cameron's hair. He glances down at the kneeling man and says something, too low for me to hear. I hear the chuff of soft laughter. My spidey sense is telling me that I've been rumbled; so long as they keep up the floor show, I'm not gonna complain.

Cameron's hands slide up Daniel's thighs, to disappear under the suit jacket that he's wearing for this shindig. I can't see where they're headed but I'll bet my two stars I know where they'll settle. His ass. Namely because my hands settle in exactly the same spot when I'm doing likewise.

Daniel's hands gently card through the Colonel's hair. He won't take; he's not that kinda guy. He'll make sure it's as good for you as it is for him; he's no slouch in showing you when it is good neither.

Like right now.

Daniel's no screamer, but the soft sighs and moans he makes as he nears his orgasm sound like the sweetest of arias. I can hear them now as I watch him throw his head back when his orgasm hits him.

I see the clean line of the throat that I love to kiss, so he shivers and grows in my hand. It

disappears into the undone collar of his shirt, contrasting tie loosely knotted.

His head drops and a hand rises to push his glasses back up his nose. Daniel whispers something, holding a hand out to Cameron, still kneeling on the cold, concrete floor. He looks up as he takes the offered hand.

As he stands up, I can see that he's smiling and that there is a dribble of Daniel's come at his lip.

I want to walk over there and lick it off him, to taste Daniel in his kiss, but I don't even have time to put the thought into action when Cameron leans in towards Daniel.

Their hands are slowly straightening clothes when, with gentleness to spare, Mitchell nuzzles Daniel.

Nose caresses cheek, bumping glasses as Daniel turns his head toward him. Time passes, they silently touch each other. Then with the softest of touches, they kiss.

It's beautiful. Maybe more so than the passion I've just witnessed.

I don't know what I've done right to deserve such joy but as I'm called over to join them, I'm looking forward to sharing it around.