The Sailor And The Archeologist 4
by Belladonna
URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asb/belladonna/sailor04.php
Summary: There's a hitch in the relationship. Can a young, nosy Lieutenant bring the lovers back together? Will they realize that they need each other?
Jack staggered back into his apartment and checked his messages, "Ace? Spade, Sissy says that you are to come over for dinner tomorrow night. No arguments. See you at 1900." And the message clicked off. Jack snorted a laugh, toed off his shoes and flopped onto his bed. He was about to fall asleep when his phone rang, "O'Neill."
"I miss you." Came Daniel's quiet voice. Jack's eyes snapped open, "Not as much as I miss you."
"Do too."
"Do not."
"Do too." And there was a muffled laugh from Daniel.
"Just wanted to touch base. Love you Jack." Daniel rubbed his suddenly wet eyes and looked out of the window onto the busy street scene below.
"Me too big guy. 2 more years." Jack pulled off his jacket and dropped it on the floor, frowning as he heard Daniel's silence. "Danny?"
"It's going too slow Jack."
Jack sighed, "I know. It's not like..." and he was fiercely cut off. "No! I love you and I thought I'd do anything to be with you! Shit, I just don't know now!" Daniel said sharply. He pinched his nose, "Sorry, I'm just a little depressed."
"I know, but look at it this way, we have each other to look forward to."
"Listen, I'll let you go Jack."
The words started a flutter of panic, "Daniel, please, wait for me." Jack felt like he was begging, hating the sinking feeling in his gut.
"Talk to you later Jack." And the phone went dead.
"Well fuck." Jack snarled.
The next evening Jack endured the search the Secret Service gave him and smiled at Robby as he was let in. "So, what's the first thing you're gonna do as President?" Jack teased and the two men gave each other a bear hug, Jack careful not to brain his friend with his cast.
"Jack." And Robby's beautiful wife came out.
"Cecelia." Jack sighed and pulled her into his arms and proceeded to kiss her passionately, making the Secret Service guys' eyes widen in shock and their hands automatically go to their weapons. He pulled back and she opened her eyes and smiled, "Oh my, I think you're even better at that now!"
He stood her up and grinned as her, "Anytime you want to leave the loser there just let me know." She patted his cheek, her brown eyes amused, "What a sweet offer."
"Too late Jack, she's mine forever." Robby handed him a beer. Jack smiled his thanks, "I had a bottle of wine but your steward absconded with it." A moment later the steward came out and poured Cecelia a glass, with an approving smile at Jack, "The Admiral knows a good wine."
Jack raised his beer, "No I don't, I told my aide to get something fabulous for a fabulous woman and he shook in his polished boots and got me that." There were chuckles at this then the doorbell rang again.
Jack ignored it, sprawled in one of the overstuffed chairs that littered the room.
His friend sat next to him, "So Jack, anyone important in your life?" Robby was aware of Jack's sexual preferences and wasn't judgmental about them.
With a grimace Jack shook his head, "I'm not sure anymore." Apparently his face showed it enough because he got a clap on the shoulder, "Sorry Ace. So, how do you think my campaign's going?" Robby said, changing the subject.
"Well, since I'm gonna vote for you, you'll win. Everyone I've voted for, including our Commander in Chief now, has always become President."
An amused voice came from the doorway; "Well I'm glad to hear that!" Jack twisted his head and saw his Commander in Chief and his wife.
"Jesus." Jack yelped and stood quickly.
"Nope, Jack Ryan." The President walked forward and Jack set his beer down and the two men shook hands.
"Pleased to meet you Sir." Jack said, with a venomous glance at his friend who was now laughing his ass off.
"I've always wanted to do that ever since Jack did that to me with the Prince of Wales and his wife." Robby wiped his eyes, and brought Jack's wife over, "This is Dr. Ryan."
"I'm very pleased to meet you." Jack took her hand and kissed the back of it, his boyish charm making the President's wife blush. The President rolled his eyes at Robby, he'd been warned about the Admiral's charm.
"Call me Cathy, any friend of Sissy's..." she smiled and Jack smiled back, then looked over at Cecelia.
"Did Sissy ever tell you that I proposed to her before Robby did?" He grinned at the look on his Robby's face.
"What?" The VP asked indignantly, not familiar with this story.
Cecelia shook her head and sighed, "Oh god, I'd forgotten. He was plastered after Monty's bachelor party and we'd had that fight Rob, remember? Jack rang my doorbell about 40 times before I answered it, fell to his knees and wrapped his arms around my knees and proposed." She giggled slightly, "He said, 'Marry me Sissy, I'll treat you better than that no good sonuvabitch flyboy will.' Then he sagged to the floor and passed out."
Jack winced, "Hey, I would've too but you got your shit, sorry stuff, together Spade." There was more laughter and the Steward came out, "Dinner will be ready in 25 minutes." Everyone migrated to chairs, Jack not feeling left out because Robby and Cecelia wouldn't let him.
The President leaned back in his chair, "So, you've know Robby since Annapolis?"
"Yes Sir, back when he was the most self righteous prick of a preacher's son you could ever wish to drown in the harbor." He raised his beer to his friend in salute.
The Vice President snorted, "Ok, I was a little self righteous, I just didn't see how dismantling the Admiral's sailboat and rebuilding it in the courtyard was supposed to keep us out of trouble."
Jack laughed, "Hey, he was too busy trying to figure out how it happened to notice that the front of Prentice Hall was decorated in red and green ribbons for Christmas."
"It was July Jack!" There was a lot of laughter at this.
Jack smiled into his wine and shrugged, "Your point?" He looked at the President, "So Sir, I understand that you were in Greece for awhile."
"While I was a Lieutenant."
"You had the helo crash right? Just off the bay?" Jack pressed.
Ryan nodded, "Yes, why, were you there?"
"Thought it was you. Yeah, my Seal team had been training when we saw it go down. We thought for sure that you guys were all calamari food for sure." He looked over at the President's wife. "We rushed down there and several of the guys were dead, but this scrappy Lt. was cursing a blue streak and trying to cut though his belt. I handed him my knife and he said, 'Thanks, I really didn't want to die here.' And after he cut it and handed it back. I was about to hoist him out but the medics screamed bloody murder so I watched while they hoisted him out of the wreckage and he cursed again, not language for ladies I'll tell you, and passed out."
"I thought I recognized you from the interview, but the silver hair threw me." The President waved a hand at Jack's hair.
Jack ran a quick hand through it, "Yeah, it throws me too when I look in the mirror."
The dinner was pleasant and Jack really enjoyed the evening. After the Secret Service dropped him off at his place, he sat on the front step with a sigh. What was he going to do with the rest of his life? Without Daniel it stretched out, lonely and loveless, not a very appealing sight.
Jack was now stationed at Annapolis, still with the hapless Lt. at his side. He was in charge of Physical Training, the previous holder of that position having dropped dead of a heart attack at the age of 37. Every morning Jack and Lt. Carter would go out and run with the trainees, checking out the course, barking at the middies if they went too slow, and working to see if they could refine the training program any further. His left arm was better, though he still had physical therapy three times a week, and his knees were downright miraculous. He hadn't heard from Daniel in over 3 months and his heart ached more every day.
Lt. Carter may have been a little slow on the uptake, but it didn't take him long to figure the position that one Dr. Daniel Jackson held in his bosses life. He himself thought the 'Don't ask, don't tell' rule was a joke, but he knew better than to say anything. Marc knew that something had happened between the two men, the past several months had turned his pretty carefree boss into a taciturn, undemonstrative man, unless his favorite hockey team had won or Navy had won against Army.
Once when going through his bosses desk for something, he'd come across the picture of Dr. Jackson, smiling into the camera with the Admiral, both happy and carefree. It was a telling picture, the love for each other positively shining out of each other's eyes. Marc shook his head, a door slamming shaking him out of his reverie, there had to be something that he could do.
"Carter?"
"Sir?"
"I need the PT reports for the First Years, the Commandant is after my ass for changing the requirement for the women." Jack stomped in, grumbling, "He thinks I'm being too hard on them!"
Carter rolled his eyes, "If my memory serves me correctly the entire female contingent of the First Years passed without difficulties."
"That's what I thought but I wanted the report first." Jack took the offered report, then was about to stride out. "Sir, a minute?"
"What's up?"
"Admiral Bennington is headed over to Naples, and he's selling his '68 Camaro."
"No way! Get me his number would ya?"
"Yes Sir."
"Thanks for the heads up, after you get the number set it on my desk and you're free."
"Thank you Sir." But his thanks were unheard by the man who whisked back out. He quickly got up and dug through his bosses address book and wrote down the numbers for the archeologist, left the number for Admiral Bennington and headed out, he was on a mission.
Daniel was in Afghanistan, happy to be with the children but missing Jack desperately. He felt so incredibly stupid, and then when he finally worked up the nerve to call Jack the number had been disconnected with no new number in service.
"Dan'yel?" The little boy on his lap asked.
His attention went to him, a tiny boy who'd been orphaned but now was fed and clothed and taught, along with 50 of his tribe members in a remote area of the mountains. The Taliban left Daniel alone because of his ties to the Saudi, Kuwaiti and Egyptian governments, the American troops helped with muscle and supplies but didn't hang around to make the orphanage a target, and the local Tribal leader was extremely grateful and made sure that Daniel had as much money as was needed to keep the orphanage running. It was his latest and he thought his best one yet. He'd called it the 'Prophet's Children', heralded by a large sign written in both Aramaic and English on the front of the building, an auspicious name, and a not so subtle reminder that there were children inside.
His satellite phone ringing made him jump, and he slid the young boy off with a 'go play' then he answered it, "Dr. Jackson."
"Dr. Daniel Jackson?" Marc asked, wincing when he thought about how much this call was going to cost him.
"Yes." Daniel replied patiently.
"Um, hi. I'm Lt. Marc Carter, um, Admiral O'Neill's aide?"
Daniel was a little shocked, "What can I do for you Lt.?" He asked.
"Well, the Admiral's birthday is coming up soon and I thought I would set up a party for him as a surprise, and well, was wondering if you'd like to be there. He has your name underlined as important in his address book." Marc lied glibly.
Daniel sat silently for a moment, "When are you having the party?"
Marc gave a silent sigh of relief, "January 6th Sir. It will be at the Admiral's quarters."
Sucking in a breath Daniel nodded, then realized that the man on the other end of the phone wouldn't be able to see him, "Yes, I'm mean, Ok, that will be fine."
"Great! Here's my number if you need more information." And the Lt. gave his number before hanging up. "Boy, I hope this works." He said to himself, then he went off to see what he could do to make the reunion between the two men work out.
Daniel sat there, completely stunned. This was coming out of the blue, a chance to see Jack and maybe make everything right. God, he hoped so.
On January 6th Jack was a little tired, and a lot cranky. "Carter! It's my birthday, can't this shit wait?" He demanded but the Lt. shook his head, "I'm sorry Sir, oh, and happy birthday by the way. The Commandant needs all of this."
"Fine." The Admiral muttered, then turned to find that his aide had disappeared.
"Unbefuckingleivable. The little shit is gone!"
Marc made it to the Admiral's quarters with seconds to spare. He dashed in and made sure that the champagne was on ice, clean sheets and clean towels and the candles were lit, checked to see that the strawberries were chilled and that the meals were warming in the oven. He checked the note that he'd written, making sure that it was not ambiguous, then answered the doorbell.
"Dr. Jackson!" and he about yanked the man into the foyer. "Let me take your coat, nice, sheepskin is it?" he babbled and Daniel watched Jack's aide dither about.
"Ye-es." He drew the word out, wondering if the young man was about to have a nervous breakdown.
"Well, " the Lt. glanced around, then stiffened as he heard the Admirals key's in the door. "Oh Jesus." He prayed out loud and Daniel realized that everything wasn't exactly the way the nice Lt. had promised.
The door opened and Jack walked in, dropping his hat on the table, then looking up and freezing when he saw Carter and Daniel in the foyer.
"Happy Birthday Sir. Your present is here!" he shook the shocked man's hand, then turned to Daniel, "There's a list on the kitchen counter, have a great night." And he dashed out of there like Satan was on his heels.
Daniel began to laugh, he couldn't help it. "Oh God Jack, you should see your face."
Jack dropped his coat on the chair, glancing into the dining room and noticing the set table absently. "He set this up, all of it didn't he?" he didn't expect an answer, just shook his head, gave Daniel an absent kiss and walked into the kitchen, "He's got champagne in here! Oh my God! And strawberries and whipped cream in the fridge."
Daniel wandered in behind him and all that he saw was Jack's rear end poking out of the refrigerator, "Jack, get your head out of the fridge so I can get my head out of my ass and apologize."
"That little shit set up a big reunion slash seduction scene." Jack was incredulous, apparently not hearing what Daniel had said. Jack shut the fridge door, then noticed that the oven was on and looked inside.
"Jack." Daniel said patiently.
Finally the brown eyes that he loved so much settled on his face, "Daniel Jackson, I love you to the moon. Wanna to check out the bedroom and take the champagne in with us?"
"Do you forgive me?" Daniel could already see it in Jack's eyes, but wanted to hear the words.
A shrug, "A long time ago. I'd hoped you come and see me before this." His voice wavered a little bit and Daniel walked up and wrapped his lover in a bear hug. "God Jack, I missed you so much, I'm so sorry I did this, wasted our time like this." His voice was muffled in Jack's shoulder.
Jack sagged in relief against the man that he loved more and more, "I love you Danny." They stood like that, just absorbing one another, then Jack spoke, " So, you wanna adopt the Lt.?"
The oven timer went off and Daniel pulled back, "Depends on what's in the oven, I'm starving." Jack stepped back and laughed delightedly, "You can be a prick, can't you!"
"Only when you come between me and the first warm meal I've had in 24 hours."
"Daniel!" Jack exclaimed and within a matter of minutes he had Daniel seated, champagne poured and was seated across from him, "To us."
Regarding Jack seriously, "To us, in 17 months and 4 days." Daniel said then tapped his flute against Jack's before taking a sip.
"Wow, this is the good stuff."
Jack sipped his, "How can you tell? Makes my nose tickle is all."
"Trust me, I've got expensive taste." Daniel grinned at Jack's groan.
"Ya mean I've fallen in love with a snob?" Jack's face was pained, then they laughed together softly.
They ate the steak with blue cheese sauce, lyonaisse potatoes, thinly cut green beans with sliced almonds and brie with walnuts, chatting about nothing in particular, just enjoying each others company. Jack finished and sighed, "I need to call the kid and let him know that he did good."
Daniel sipped the champagne, "Go ahead, we owe him."
Jack dialed the number and heard a, "Hello Lt. Carter speaking."
"Carter."
There was a squeak, "Sir?"
"You done good, and you have the next three days off. Enjoy."
Marc sagged against his countertop, "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir." And he hung up, then punched a fist into the air, "Yes!"
Daniel stood and stretched luxuriously, making Jack's mouth water. Jack stood and moved up, beginning to undo the buttons of the slightly mussed blue Egyptian silk shirt that enhanced the muscles of Daniel's chest ever so nicely. His eyes met Daniel's blue ones, "How long can you stay?"
"Only for a day, I'm leaving tomorrow night."
Jack nodded, then dipped his head to nip Daniel's shoulder, "I'll take what I can get."
Daniel tilted his head back with a moan, "Take it all babe, take it all." Jack followed the line of Daniel's throat, nibbling and sucking, then as he unbuttoned the shirt his mouth followed. Daniel arched slightly as Jack's mouth fastened on his nipple, then a quick nip before moving to the other.
"Oh God Jack." Daniel was trembling with suppressed need, wanting this to last as long as possible and to move as fast as lightening.
Meanwhile Jacks' hands had moved down to Daniel's belt, then his pants before slipping his hands into Daniel's underwear to caress the curve of his cock. His head came up to watch Daniel as he shuddered, "Let's take this to the bedroom." He murmured.
Inside the bedroom they stripped, their hands moving restlessly over each other, their mouths meeting in deep passionate kisses that set them on fire. Daniel loved the sharp gasps that Jack made as his mouth moved down the man's hard body. He kissed Jack's knees and glanced up, "They look better."
"Running." Jack muttered, his head tossing restlessly as Daniel's hands began to cup his balls.
Daniel watched Jack's face as he moved up to kneel between his legs, caressing his cock in long strokes. His eyes were closed, his teeth worrying his bottom lip as he gave himself up to the sensations that were flooding through him. When Daniel's mouth closed over his cock his eyes flew open, "Danny."
Jack was getting close when he put his hands in Daniel's hair and pulled him off. Daniel looked up at him with the most delicious pout that almost made Jack change his mind, but he shook his head, "I want to come inside of you Daniel."
"Works for me." Daniel moved up to lay beside Jack, his own cock hard and leaking pre-cum. Jack bent down and wrapped his mouth around Daniel's cock, his tongue swirling around the head, sucking the delicious precum off. As Daniel moaned Jack found the lube and began the pleasurable business of preparing his lover. One finger slid into Daniel's velvet tightness, causing him to cry out, "More Jack!" Next Jack slid in two fingers, scissoring his fingers to stretch the muscle until Daniel yelped, "Jack, just do it already."
"It'll hurt." Jack warned as he moved over his lover, settling a pillow under his bottom to raise it.
"I like it rough." Daniel looked at him through half closed eyes, so sexy that Jack thought he might come right there.
"God Daniel." And he took his lover at his word, he thrust in past the guardian muscle, waited only for a moment for Daniel to gasp, then forced his way in with short thrusts, hitting the prostate right away, Daniel writhing and moaning the entire time. Jack watched to see if Daniel was uncomfortable but if anything the younger mans' dick became harder and darker. "Danny?"
"Do it Jack."
Jack grinned and began thrust hard, knowing he couldn't possibly last. They were both sweating, kissing each other frantically, moaning into each other's mouths at the sensations when Jack stiffened, "Ohgod." And he thrust in, coming, his body jerking, the sensitive end of his cock brushing against Daniel's prostate and prolonging the orgasm.
When Daniel felt the hot liquid hit his prostate he howled, "Jack!" and he grabbed his own cock and it exploded, cum shooting between them, covering Daniel's hand. The next thing Daniel was aware of was Jack snuggled over him, plastered to his body, face buried in the crook of his neck and his body trembling.
"Jack?" Daniel managed to say, his brain just starting to work again.
"If we have sex like that again my heart will burst." Jack mumbled into his neck.
Daniel laughed, he felt happy, satiated, boneless. "S' okay, you'll die happy."
Jack chuckled, and moved slightly, pulling himself out of his lover with a sigh, "I wish we could stay that way forever." He moved to Daniel's side and laid his head on his shoulder, running his fingertip through the cum that was smeared all over Daniel's abdomen.
Daniel grabbed his wrist and brought the finger up to his mouth, sucking the finger clean and making Jack moan. With a chuckle Daniel kissed the forehead beside him, "I need to clean up, let's take a shower." Their shower was a long touching session, reaffirming their love for each other.
The next day as Daniel got into the taxi, their eyes met and the gazed at each other for a long moment before the door shut. This time was better, they knew that they'd be all right.
It was the next November and the Presidential elections came and the former Naval aviator and Vice President Robert Jackson, son of a Baptist preacher, as predicted by Jack won the election, becoming the first African American President. Jack was surprised when he received 4 tickets to the Inaugural ball. He was in his office and looked at them blankly for a moment, then smiled, "Carter!"
The Lt. poked his head into the office, "Sir?"
Jack held out two of the tickets, "Here."
"What are these Sir?"
"Two tickets to the inaugural ball, you have to wear Mess Dress but it should be a good time."
The Lt. looked up, "Do you want me to call Dr. Jackson Sir?"
Jack shook his head, "No one likes a smart ass Carter, and no. I'll call Daniel right now. Luckily he's already in DC, something with the Smithsonian or somesuch."
"Yes Sir." Marc smiled and went to call his girlfriend.
Jack picked up the phone and dialed. "Jackson." Daniel answered.
"Hey, do you have a suit?" Jack asked without preamble.
"Yeah, I have my nice suit I had made in London."
"Good, we're invited to the Inaugural ball tonight."
Daniel looked at the phone, "Why?" then put it to his ear again.
Jack grinned, "I went to Annapolis with the President and I've known him and his wife since before they married. They want to torture me, and I thought I needed someone to be tortured with."
He sat silently for a moment, "Are you sure this is a good idea Jack?"
"It'll be fine." Jack said firmly.
"Ok, what time?"
Jack looked at the invitation, "Um, be here at 2030, I mean 8:30 for you civilian types."
"I'll be there, bye."
Jack sighed, then looked up to see Lt. Carter looking at him, "Are you sure Sir?"
"I'm sure. Get my mess dress ready for me would ya? I think I might have all of my medals attached but I'm not sure."
"It's all there, I checked against your records when you got them out the first time Sir."
Jack laughed, "Oh good, I didn't want to appear with a medal from the Civil War or something."
Marc chuckled, "No Sir, that wouldn't be good."
At the ball Jack watched as Daniel schmoozed in his gazillion dollar hand tailored blue suit that made Jack drool. He glanced away to take a drink of his Pepsi when he heard a familiar female voice, "Why Jack, don't you dance anymore?"
Jack looked up into the smiling eyes of the President's wife, with her Secret Service escort.
"Why Sissy, I do now!" He stood, then bowed and took her out to the dance floor and moved her around with grace. "So my lovely, are you sure you're ready for this?" he asked her.
She glanced around to look at her husband and smiled, "Cathy said she'd hold my hand through it all. I think we'll be ok."
Jack grunted, "She'd know. She must be the most amazing woman in the world after all of the shit she's been through."
Cecelia nodded, "She is the best, no doubt about it." She looked up at him, her eyes speculative, "Who is the handsome man at the table with you this evening?"
Jack's brown eyes met hers, "He's my best friend. I met him several years ago when I helped rescue him in Egypt." He smiled at her, letting her know that Daniel was more.
"Why don't you introduce me to him." She pulled back and his eyes showed doubt. "It'll be fine Jack." She took his hand and he walked her to his table, smiling as Daniel stood, his eyes wide.
"Danny, this is the first woman I ever proposed to, Cecelia Jackson. Sissy, this is my best friend Dr. Daniel Jackson."
She leaned over and took the stunned man's hand, "Hail cousin, well met!" she said and Daniel laughed.
"I am so pleased to meet you Mrs. Jackson. Jack has told me so many good things." Daniel smiled.
Her beautiful brown eye measured him, he was handsome, no doubt, but the shine of intelligence, and the obvious affection he held for her friend tipped the scales for her.
"I'm very pleased to meet you Daniel, and please, call me Sissy. After all, we're so obviously cousins." This caused Jack to throw his head back and laugh. Sissy Jackson was exotically beautiful, her dark hair upswept in a french twist, her designer gown in ruby red making her glow, like the statues of Egyptian queens, but her skin was as black as Daniel's was white.
"Your mama and his mama were twins no doubt." He kissed her cheek sweetly, his jacketed arm around her shoulder affectionately.
Daniel chuckled, "I'd be honored to be related to such a beautiful woman." His eyes went over Jack's shoulder and they widened. Jack turned his head slightly and grinned at the new President, "Hello Sir, I'm about to abscond with your lovely wife."
The new President chuckled, "You could try but then I'd have to send the Secret Service after you and hunt you down like the dog that you are." The Secret Service guys smiled slightly but stayed back, just observing.
The four of them chatted for a moment then the President and his wife had to go off and socialize with their big money contributors. Jack was smiling and he turned to Daniel, "You ready to go?"
Daniel's eyes filled with heat, "I think I can tear myself away."
The two men found a taxi and headed home, Daniel dragging Jack into the apartment behind him, throwing him into the door with a thud and a sultry laugh. "I wanted to eat you alive when I saw you in this uniform." He growled, his mouth capturing Jack's in a fiery kiss.
Jack moaned and pushed Daniel's suit coat off his broad shoulders and onto the floor, then undid his shirt, running his hands under it, feeling the smooth skin and solid muscles. He ran his fingers over his nipples, and Daniel moaned into his mouth.
With a jerk backward Daniel pulled away, panting heavily, "Yipes, you should come with a warning!" Both men began to undress quickly, leaving their clothes in piles on the floor. Daniel moved back and sat on Jack's couch, his cock thoroughly erect, already leaking precum.
Jack groaned, "You are so fucking sexy Danny. I could come just from looking at ya." He stood in front of his friend and lazily fisted his own erection, Daniel's eyes getting even darker with lust. He reached forward and pulled Jack to him, making him straddle himself on the couch. Jack rested his legs on each side of Daniel's thighs, then had a wicked idea. He took the slippery pre-cum and slid it back to his anus, then moved over Daniel's erection and slowly lowered himself on it, his eyes on Daniel, watching those brilliant blue eyes go hazy with desire and he finally felt his balls resting on his lovers lap.
"God Jack." Daniel whispered, overwhelmed with sensation. Jack leaned his arms onto the back of the couch and raised himself up, then slid back down making Daniel shudder. Daniel gripped Jack's slim hips and raised him up, then thrust up into his lover, making Jack gasp, his eyes close. He raised him up again, Jack's cock hovered in front of Daniel's' mouth and he couldn't resist wrapping his tongue around the head before letting Jack slam back down. They teased and taunted each other before finally moving faster and getting more out of control, until Jack threw back his head and groaned loud and long, his semen spraying Daniel's chest, some dotting his chin. Feeling Jack's muscles clench his cock brought Daniel and he shouted as he shoved his cock deep inside of Jack and shot his come, jerking as the climax had him helpless in it's grasp.
The next thing he knew was Jack had him cuddled into him, running a hand lazily up and down his back, crooning nonsense in his ear.
"Jack?"
"Gorgeous hunk?"
Daniel snickered at this, "That was amazing."
"Mmm." Jack agreed. "Good thing I've got leather cleaner." He said mildly. Daniel looked around and saw that they'd liberally, um, messed the couch up with their lovemaking. He winced guiltily, "I'll pay."
Jack kissed him gently, "Shut up Daniel." After a bit of snuggling and kissing they got up and cleaned up, then Jack tackled the couch, making it look like new while Daniel got them some water to drink.
They took turns in the bathroom, then crawled into bed, wrapped securely around each other. Just before Daniel fell asleep Jack kissed him, then said, "You're my heart Danny."
The next morning Jack woke up and started to get but realized it was Saturday. He flopped back, then realized that Daniel wasn't there. "Danny?"
"In the kitchen Jack." His lover called and Jack let out the breath he'd been unconsciously holding. He got up and pulled on a pair of shorts and wandered into the kitchen, immediately seeing the tense set of his lover's shoulders.
"Something on your mind Danny?"
Daniel jerked in surprise, then let it out, "I'm being threatened Jack."
Jack moved so quickly that Daniel didn't even have time to breathe as he was whipped around, "By who?"
"I don't know yet. This dig in Morocco was going smoothly, then all of the sudden we started having little accidents, then a research assistant died, of a scorpion bite. We thought it was just an accident, but then I started getting phone calls, then the letters." His eyes were upset and Jack pulled him into his arms.
"Who have you told?"
"I've made copies of everything, then gave the originals to the Marrakech police. They told me to hire armed guards and be careful. The Archeology professor has been by several times making sure that everyone knows that I have his full support. Being non Arab is sometimes a hindrance in this line of work."
Jack shivered, a feeling of dread washing over him, "Promise me that you'll be careful."
"I'm doing my best Jack." Daniel's voice was muffled against Jack's shoulder, his arms just as tightly around Jack as Jack's were around him.
After Daniel flew back to Morocco Jack began to call in favors from old friends that he still had in the Middle East. Unfortunately it was too little, too late. He was watching the news when it was mentioned that an American Archeologist, born in Egypt, had been kidnapped in Morocco.
Jack sat up, his heart beating frantically but the news story told him nothing else. He grabbed his phone and began to call people, gathering information bits at a time. He called the police in Marrakech and got them to fax the letters, then called Marty Ramsey.
Marty had the letters spread out on the tabletop, checking the writing. Two were in English, 3 were in Arabic, but had translations. Jack handed him a beer and he took it absently while he reread the letters, then sighed. "Shit Jack, I don't know."
Jack's face was grim, "It's Al-Qaeda, I'd bet my left nut on it."
Marty ran a comforting hand over Jack's back, and when his friend didn't move away, he pulled him closer for hug. Jack leaned into him for comfort, "God Marty, I love him. The bastard." Marty didn't speak, just offered quiet support.
The phone rang and Jack moved away and went to the phone, "O'Neill. Uh huh. Yeah, really? Let me get a pen." Jack listened and began to scribble down co-ordinates, "Yeah, got it. Thanks Howie."
"What is it?"
Jack grinned, "The co-ordinates of an Al-Qaeda base with the most recent activity."
"Um, Jack, that's probably classified."
Cocking his head Jack nodded, "Your point?"
Marty sighed, "Never mind."
Jack looked at his friend, "The King of Kuwait is going to give me the money if they ask for ransom, but we both agree that they probably won't ask. So, I'm going to go get him."
"Get him how?" Marty asked curiously.
Jack shook his head, "You need to stay clean in case this gets messy."
"I was a Marine."
"Yeah, and now you are NCIS." Jack stared at his friend, "I'm not dragging you down with me."
"Stop it you prick, you don't have to protect me!"
Jack walked over and wrapped his arms around his friend, "Fuck you Marty." He said affectionately. The stiff man snorted a laugh and relaxed into Jack's arms. "Fine, if you need anything you'll let me know?"
"Sure." Jack lied with a clear conscience.
Jack quietly arranged for leave, left the now LCDR Carter in charge, "If anyone asks, tell them that you were sure I went fishing." And he got into his chartered plane with his handpicked team and they started their flight to Morocco.
~~~
Daniel was scared. Scared that he was going to die without seeing Jack one more time. Scared that his death would be meaningless. Scared at what Jack would do if he died. The rag around his mouth tasted foul, he was thirsty, hungry and could smell himself. It had been three days and he'd seen no one except two of his captors. They'd smacked him around a bit, but no more than that. He had a feeling that they were waiting for something. Or someone.
A noise made him look up and a woman, covered head to toe in her burkha came in with water in a basin. She untied his mouth, wet the cloth and gently washed his face clean. "Thank you." He said gravely but didn't receive an answer. He was surprised, quite frankly, she shouldn't have been in there by herself, not without male supervision anyway.
A few minutes later she came back with lamb, couscous and some fruit, along with a bottle of water. She fed him by hand, then let him drink all of the water before leaving again. Daniel didn't speak, and her silence was telling, she was helping him. How far would that help go?
