After the fight Daniel's whole body was tighter than a plucked string, humming with suppressed energy. He knew that Jack and Sam were feeling it too, all three of them back at the base now and smirking at each other like kids who'd pulled a fast one on their parents. He supposed they'd be found out pretty soon, probably by the morning, and he felt a strange pleasure in thinking of the upcoming confrontation. Right now, the thought of any conflict was beautiful, almost erotic.
For a moment in the bar, he and Jack had been the only people there-him asking permission, and Jack saying yes. He very much liked that he could make Jack say yes. He thought he could probably have made Jack say yes to anything, and he was a little worried by how much that pleased him, how smug it made him feel.
In the quarters they were confined to on base, they stayed awake for a long time, gloating a little about the fight. Sam finally gave up, laid down on one of the couches and fell asleep, though she was still restless, kicking and muttering softly to herself.
Jack was watching Daniel; had hardly stopped watching him since they'd gotten back. They were sitting together, very close. They seemed to have gotten closer and closer together throughout the night, although Daniel didn't specifically remember either of them moving.
"You okay?" Jack asked Daniel now. "You look like you're running a fever, like Frasier said."
"I don't know about that," Daniel said, "but I feel fine." His shoulder was up against Jack's, and he could feel the heat there, and every other place that their bodies were touching. "I feel great, actually."
He thought about telling Jack some of what he'd been thinking earlier-how there had been something about the two of them beating the hell out of those guys back there, something about them working together that he loved. When they were good together, sometimes, they really were good. But he knew he didn't need to tell Jack that, because Jack knew it already.
"Good," Jack said, softly. He wasn't quite smiling. "Still feel like you could...what did you say before...do anything?" And he touched Daniel's arm very lightly just above the elbow, and stroked down to his wrist, not quite casual about it.
Oh, Daniel thought. Oh, and the smugness he'd felt before exploded tenfold. "Well," he said, "actually, yes," and he let his head drop down to Jack's shoulder for a moment.
They kissed by accident more than anything else; Daniel lifted his head just as Jack was lowering his, and their mouths came together very easily. Daniel felt Jack's arms go around him, and was conscious on some level of his own hands settling on Jack's shoulders. The heat of it was incredible; it might have been from the fever, but everything was slightly heightened and surreal, and almost too intense for him to process.
Daniel pulled away first. Jack looked absolutely stunned. He was still touching Daniel very lightly and reverently, and his hands were shaking. "This is impossible," he whispered. "We're on base, Daniel. Someone's going to walk in. Carter's sleeping ten feet away from us."
He knew that was something he should care about, but he didn't. Maybe the armbands really are doing something to us, he thought, and it feels so fucking good I don't want it to ever, ever stop. "I know," he breathed. "I guess we'll just have to see if we can be quiet enough."
He pulled them down then so that Jack was on top of him. He liked that, having Jack's weight on him, although he didn't usually like being restrained. He kissed Jack again and sucked at a spot under Jack's ear that made him hiss. Jack had one of his thighs between both of Daniel's and was rubbing up against him, but Daniel didn't particularly want either of them to come that way, not if they had another alternative. Although they were making almost no noise he felt as if they were being very loud.
Jack's mouth was on his neck, giving him hard, biting little kisses. He was so sensitive that the little flicks of tongue against his throat almost hurt. He thrashed under Jack without making a sound and thought that if he didn't get exactly what he wanted right now, he was going to die.
"Fuck me," he whispered, and felt Jack pull back from him a little.
"I can't." His mouth was so close against Daniel's ear that Daniel could feel the vibrations of Jack's voice against his skin. "We don't have anything."
Daniel smiled at him, slow and deliberate, and whispered, "Switch places with me." He sat up and slid over Jack so that he was on top, and started to unzip Jack's fly, never breaking eye contact with him.
"What are you doing?" Jack asked.
"I'm giving us something to work with," Daniel said, and took Jack's cock in his mouth.
Jack didn't gasp out loud but Daniel felt the gasp anyway. His fists closed painfully tight in Daniel's hair. Daniel had been very good at this for a long time, but never quite as good as he was that night, so tuned in to every sensation Jack was feeling that he was almost feeling them himself.
Jack was trying to be careful with him, not thrusting very hard until Daniel took him in as deeply as he could, and he knew that it drove Jack crazy that he was actually feeling the muscles of Daniel's throat contracting around him. Jack kept stroking his hair, tracing the shape of Daniel's head with his hands, but still neither of them making a sound, except for the little wet sounds that were inevitable.
Once Daniel had gotten everything as slick and soaked as he possibly could, he looked up again at Jack. He whispered, "Okay?" and Jack whispered back, "Come up here."
Daniel thought that maybe Jack was a little surprised that he'd actually gone along with this. He helped Daniel sit up, his hands on Daniel's shoulders and arms still shaking. Daniel could hear how harsh Jack's breathing was, and knew that neither of them was going to last particularly long.
If he hadn't already known there was something wrong with them, this would have proven it-he knew that Jack would never risk hurting him, no matter how desperate they might be. But now he settled into Jack's lap, neither of them taking off any more of their clothes than they needed to.
Thinking about it later, he could hardly remember the actual mechanics of what they did. Just that there was no way either of them could have lasted long by that point, so it had ended far too quickly. Also that it must have hurt, but he didn't have any memory of pain, though he remembered biting his lip when he came, very hard, because it was the only way he could keep himself from crying out. He remembered how the blood tasted in his mouth. And when it was over, he remembered Jack looking at him with something like awe, and easing him down, and touching his hair again, and his face. Without the sounds they had been making the room seemed impossibly silent.
They slept, probably, for a little while.
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Once the armbands came off, Daniel was afraid that it was going to be terribly awkward. It wasn't, though, not really. After they got out of the infirmary, he went home, and knew Jack would show up later that night. When he did, Daniel got him a beer and they talked for a while about everything that had gone wrong on the mission.
"Technically," said Daniel, "I don't think we can actually blame ourselves for any of it. Can we?"
"Technically?" Jack said. "No."
"You do, though, don't you?"
Jack said, "Well, yeah. Look, Daniel, this sounds like a good time to talk about, well. The other thing."
Daniel said, "I don't think there'll ever be a good time to talk about that," and kissed Jack.
When they stopped, Jack said, "I guess I assumed that you'd want to analyze this to death."
Daniel thought about that. "Jack," he said, "we have my whole apartment to make noise in, now."
They didn't talk about it.
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