The Commander's Distraction - Rodeo

by Euphrosyne

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ase/euphrosyne/rodeo.php
Summary: When Teal'c wins tickets to the Rodeo, everybody pays the price!

"I don't care where they came from, Teal'c, I'm not interested in going to the rodeo." Sam Carter looked up at the big Jaffa and shook her head, "besides I have way too much work to do here. Why don't you get Daniel and the Colonel to go with you? She pulled the safety glasses back into place and leaned back down to her workbench. "I'm sure they'd love it it's right up their alley."

"DanielJackson has to go, the tickets are at something called a will call window in his name at the arena. I look nothing like the picture on his driving permit. It was O'Neill that suggested you be invited. He said that he would love your company..."

"Ahh, that's not entirely true, Teal'c. Jack said tell Carter she has to come too, misery loves company." Daniel strolled into Sam's lab and stood to Teal'c's left looking down at the bits and pieces of... well of something that Sam was soldering together.

"That is what I said DanielJackson." Teal'c looked stoically at Daniel and then down at Carter who was wracked with shaking from trying to suppress her giggles. She put the soldering gun down and removed the goggles again.

"I don't know why you always fall for that, Daniel? Teal'c gets you every time, and yet you walk right into these little traps. You're the linguist, and he still gets you." Sam shook her head laughing.

Now Daniel was embarrassed too. He always felt Teal'c understood better and much more than he ever let on. "Yeah, well. I don't expect him to have such a good grasp of the nuances of English."

He turned to Teal'c, putting a pseudo angry edge to his voice, "Considering he's from another planet and has an evil tapeworm living in his gut. But I'll admit he's got the innocent look down, all right. Just wish he didn't always have to remind me so ... so frequently, that's all."

"Campers." Jack strolled into the lab hands shoved so deep into his pockets the way that always made Daniel wonder two things: First, how did he manage to walk like that and Second, what was his hand actually doing in there? Daniel almost started to laugh at the thought but was drawn back to the present by Jack's question to Sam.

"So, Major, what time will we be picking you up?"

"You won't be, sir, I'm not going."

"Yes, you are, Major, you just don't know it yet." Jack's tone was level and his face was serious as he looked Carter directly in the eye.

"Is that an order, sir?"

"I don't want to have to make it one, Major." Jack stopped fidgeting, a very bad sign.

"Six will be fine, sir." Sam pulled the goggles back on and leaned back into her task with a sigh.

"Well, this was fun." Daniel turned and left the room.

~~~~

Teal'c was having way too much fun. The entire ride to the arena, Daniel had been explaining the working cowboy origins of rodeo to him. Now, he had a more reasonable base of information to work with and Sam and Jack were that much more bored. Neither of them liked to be ordered into anything, odd as that seemed considering both were military and had been for a long time.

They pulled into the parking area and Daniel felt the deep sigh from Jack as he saw all the vehicles already parked. "Oh, joy! Just us and thirty thousand of our closest friends."

"Yeah, but at least your truck won't look out of place, sir." Sam quipped looking at the large proportion of trucks to cars "As a matter of fact, maybe we should find a landmark to park by so we can find it again. Wouldn't want to choose the wrong forest green truck, now would we?"

"Funny, Carter, very funny." Jack pulled in where the parking attendants directed him and stopped "Okay, T, here we go."

They got out of the truck and aligned themselves with the flow of bodies streaming into the arena like water. Then Teal'c removed his hat and Sam gasped. His tattoo was covered by a small dressing, professional looking, too.

"Teal'c. Something you wanna tell us?" Jack asked.

"Doctor Fraiser's idea O'Neill. She said it would not draw any more attention than a hat and is decidedly more comfortable to wear indoors."

"Smart, very smart." Jack nodded.

~~~~

They found their seats, mid-arena and low, in an area that seemed to be occupied by the winners of the radio station call-in contests.

The bull riding had already started, Sam was annoyed by the earthy smell of animals and sawdust and said aloud to no one, "Ah, just smell that testosterone...." Then she turned to Teal'c "You stick close to me T, I think I might need a body guard tonight."

"I will endeavor to protect you, Major Carter. You need not worry."

Then Sam's eyes bugged out as she watched a steady stream of tight denim clad butts climb on to and get launched from large, storming bulls. Her lips, tightly closed and thinned in anger at having been forced into participation, suddenly relaxed and the bottom one dropped open at the parade of hard male bodies set before her like a banquet before a starving man.

Daniel noticed the sudden change in her and he elbowed Jack to direct his attention to her when he felt a detachment and turned to look at Jack who perfectly mirrored her pose.

"Jack, you letch. What are you looking at? Don't you know it's impolite to shop while you're in the company of your current squeeze?" Daniel nudged him in the ribs and harder this time, drawing O'Neill's attention back to his companions.

"What, Daniel?"

"You are SO going to pay for THAT little shopping excursion, O'Neill," Daniel said with a sly grin.

"What ARE you talking about, Daniel?" Jack smiled a very crooked smile, "Hey, I didn't TOUCH nothin'"

"That's my line, Jack." Daniel smiled.

"You gotta admit, Daniel, they have some very tasty treats on display tonight."

"And I suppose you are hungry?" Daniel lifted his eyes to the heavens.

"Positively starving. You?"

"I could stand a snack." Daniel said and turned to Teal'c and Carter

"We're gonna stretch our legs and get some food. You guys want anything?"

"Not the kinds of souvenirs you can BUY out there, Daniel."

"I require nothing at this time DanielJackson."

"Okay, we'll be back."

~~~~

As they walked along the concourse Jack's eyes kept darting.

"What are you doing Jack?"

"Nothin, why?"

"Well, if your eyes bug out any further, they're liable to get snapped off and then I'll have to drive."

"Not my truck. Very funny, Daniel." Jack turned off the concourse and seemed to have a destination in mind.

"Where are we going, Jack?"

"I wanna see the horses."

"This isn't a petting zoo."

"I know but they keep all the horses in one area, except the broncos." Jack stopped. Daniel was staring at him.

"Oh, don't look at me like that. I've been to rodeos before." They started walking again.

A large enclosure loomed before them. Many horses were wandering around in it, browsing at troughs of food and water. Jack walked up to the fence and was immediately approached by a large bay mare poking a muzzle at his jacket shoulder.

"What are you looking for, huh? Sorry I don't have anything for you." Jack stroked the large soft face, scratching between the wide set eyes with his nails. Daniel was riveted at the adoring looks between the two brown eyed beauties and shifted his position to accommodate his growing erection.

"Little problem there, Daniel?" Jack never moved, never took his eyes from the mare so how...

"Not so little anymore, and quickly becoming a BIG problem." Daniel answered.

"Yeah rodeos always give me raging wood, too." Jack spoke softly, directly in the mare's face. He leaned in and pursed his lips at the mare. She licked out with her tongue and caught Jack on the nose before he could pull back.

"What is it with you and animals, Jack?" Daniel asked as another horse, a gray this time, ambled up to see what goodies the bay mare was getting. Daniel laughed as the two horses both tried to insert their big noses into Jack's hand at the same time. Jack laughed and scratched the second muzzle as well, each hand occupied with the pleasant job when a third curious trotted over to the fence.

"Well, either you'd better sprout another arm or we should move on before this becomes obscene. Come on." Daniel tugged at Jack's arm.

Jack made his apologies to his adoring public and started away with Daniel.

"Jealous, Daniel?" Jack asked as they walked. They came to the cattle pens and Jack and a Blue Heeler spied each other at the same time. The dog got up from where it had been laying at the gate of the cattle pen and trotted towards them.

"Oh, God. Another love-fest." Daniel knew they would get no further as Jack bent to pet the blue and gray speckled head.

"Do you know what this is Daniel? It's a Queensland Blue Heeler, they call them Australian Cattle Dogs here. One of its progenitors is purported to be the dingo. They were bred to be kicked in the head and keep on going."

"Sort of the Jack O'Neill of dogs, eh?" Daniel laughed.

"Very funny, Jackson. They are one of the smartest herding dogs, and the easiest to train. You gotta be careful about a couple of things with them, though."

"Like?" Daniel was amused that Jack was in lecture mode and tried to seem interested.

"Like medicines and such. They tend to have weird reactions to things. Backwards to what you're expecting from the medicine. I know there's a word for it..."

"Idiosyncratic reaction." Daniel added.

Jack looked up, with a face splitting grin, "See, I knew you'd know!"

"So how do you know so much about these dogs, Jack?"

"A good friend had one. Took it one time to pick up his kids and when the bell rang and all the kids came out of the school, the dog went into a panic and tried to put them all back in. That dog would herd anything. His wife dropped something on the dog's foot once and we had to take her to the vet for stitches. The dog not the wife. Anyway, vet gave her some valium so he could stitch the foot and the dog went nuts..."

Daniel smiled. This dog had managed to present nearly every part of its anatomy for Jack's touches. Maybe he WAS jealous?

"So, vet had to be real careful giving the dog anything but antibiotics. Sweet dog, but extremely weird. Didn't bark for the whole first year of its life. Gary practically had to teach it to bark."

"Now that IS weird, Jack. I've never heard of a dog that didn't bark."

Jack looked up at Daniel, "There's lots of dogs that don't bark Daniel. Basenjis warble. Most herding dogs bark, except the drovers, like the Blue Heeler. They work quietly. They're meant to drive the herds long distances; barking wastes a lot of energy. Border collies drive herds by staring at them. Sheep especially hate it."

Daniel held up his hands in a way that Jack recognized. "Ahh, please, no more lecture, you know..." Daniel leaned towards Jack and lowered his voice to a whisper, "how hard that makes me. And I'm already having trouble here, O'Neill. Have mercy."

Jack patted the broad blue skull of the dog and stood up, smiling.

"You're such a slut, Daniel. Everything makes you hard." They turned and started to walk away, the Blue had other ideas, and attached itself to the end of Jack's pants leg as if to prevent him leaving. "Oh yeah, that was the other thing. That dog spent the first year of its life attached to Gary's pants legs too, as I recall."

"I see she likes you." A laughing voice called from nearby. Jack and Daniel both smiled up at the man winding a rope around his forearm. "Most people she just ignores. Looks like she wants to keep you."

"Good try, girl, he's already taken." Daniel whispered down to the muscular animal currently adorning Jack's jeans leg.

"Adelaide, down!" The voice called and the dog responded instantly dropping into the down position. Jack leaned down and patted the head once more before Daniel towed him by the elbow, away from the dog.

Jack and Daniel wandered along the staging area. They watched the participants prepare for their various events and heard the crowd roar at the action in the ring. The smell of leather was intoxicating, and back here, combined with the smell of perspiration and sawdust and animals, it was almost too much to bear.

Chaps and spurs were everywhere; the sound of booted feet was accompanied by the ca-ching of spurs and the metal buckles on saddles. Daniel could feel the tension rising inside himself and Jack. The sensory input translating into need was becoming increasingly urgent.

They continued to walk, now between the closely placed trailers that served as both dressing rooms and home to the people that worked and lived the rodeo life. Jack was touching now, his hand on Daniel's arm or back, every sentence punctuated with some kind of touch. Daniel reveled in this. He may be the linguist, but Jack could convey volumes of information with just one touch, and right now, the message was loud and clear.

They cut between two trailers so closely placed they had to walk single file. When Jack stopped, Daniel walked into his back before stopping. The narrow alley ended in deep shadows at one wall of the exhibition hall. The end of the trailers were less than three feet from the wall itself, secluded, but not private.

Jack turned around and grabbed Daniel by the shoulders, pushing him up against one trailer and leaned in to ravage the soft mouth. Daniel grabbed Jack's narrow hips and pulled him against his body, need crushing need in the embrace. The need to taste became the imperative. Jack unbuttoned Daniel's shirt, urgent for skin contact. His head dipping down, tongue caressing one side of Daniel's neck, headed for his chest.

Daniel pulled the blue chambray from the Jack's pants and just pushed it up to get at the fuzzy chest, too aroused to have to deal with buttons. Jack's breathing changed noticeably when Daniel latched onto a small nipple and he bit down on Daniel's collarbone in response. Daniel freed Jack's erection and wrapped his hand around the hard length. Jack returned to eating Daniel's lips and mouth while he worked to get access to Daniel's erection.

Hands wrapped soft steel and they worked in a familiar rhythm now, each of them raw with arousal, seeking the release that could only be granted by the other's touch. Too needful for caution, they tried to stifle their pants and groans by burying their faces in each other's neck, their mirrored poses looking, from a distance, like a giant moving Rorschach test.

Daniel bit down on the long collarbone, causing Jack to jump, yanking harder on Daniel's length. Daniel's hand slipped off and under Jack's shaft to lift and stroke his balls, pulling Jack closer with a hand grasping his butt. Jack adjusted his grip to grasp both erections now, long fingered hands wrapping both organs easily. Daniel lifted his leg and bent it around the back of Jack's thighs, trying for more closeness. Jack's breathing changed to soft panting and Daniel gathered some of the precum that was leaking from the two rigid shafts and again dipped his hand under Jack's balls, seeking access to secret pleasures.

"Dan- iel, no... can't here. Too dangerous."

Jack's loss of control was even more incentive for Daniel. He loved to reduce the always-in-control Jack to the primal, shutting down the higher brain functions that Jack denied having, animal. He slipped a long finger up Jack's perineum and stroked over the ringed muscle. Jack quivered, Daniel snickered and tested the entry, Jack stopped pulling at the hard heat in his hand and quivered again.

"Please, Danny. We can't. What if somebody sees..?" Daniel stroked again and Jack's ability to speak was lost.

"Then they'll see more than a ten second ride, Jack." Daniel's voice was so deepened by desire that it was more felt as a rumble than heard. Daniel removed his hand and kissed Jack deeply while unwrapping the long fingers from around their shafts. Jack turned in his embrace and leaned his head and shoulders against the side of the trailer, bending at the waist. Daniel pulled Jack's jeans down and allowed his own to puddle around his ankles. He then grasped Jack's hips with his fingers while parting the tight buttocks with his thumbs. He stooped and ran his tongue along the cleft, wetting the opening as much as possible, then pierced the opening with his tongue. Jack gasped and pushed back onto the invading muscle.

"Oh god, Danny. Fuck me, don't tease me. Please, fuck me." Jack trembled in Daniel's embrace, straining back into Daniel's heat.

Daniel slipped his hands further back around Jack's butt and inserted one thumb into the moistened hole, then he added his second thumb and tugged them apart, spreading the opening wider as Jack gasped and writhed in his hands. He leaned his face back to the task and inserted his tongue as far as he could, drenching the opening with saliva. Then he stood and aligned the blunt head of his hard dick with the well-prepared opening, nudging it a little.

Jack pushed back as he thrust forward, making the entry a little deeper than what Daniel usually preferred. Jack rocked back again and took Daniel completely, surprising him.

"Now who's the slut, Jack?" Daniel slid along Jack's back till he found a more comfortable position. Then he rocked out and in, gently at first, until he was certain his entire length was lubricated enough to avoid injury.

Jack thrust in counterpoint and moaned, "Fuck me, Danny. Fuck. Me." as Daniel's balls slapped against his buttocks.

Daniel wrapped his arms around Jack's chest and held him tightly as he rolled his hips, brushing Jack's sweet spot and once again removing Jack's powers of speech. Somewhere, deep down, Daniel wondered if Hammond would like to know what it actually takes to shut Jack up, and marveled at his own ability to produce this quiet in his lover. He moved one hand up and one down, one pinching and twisting a hardened nipple, the other wrapping around Jack's dripping shaft.

Jack started to slide sown the trailer wall, his knees buckling slowly. Daniel went down with him and in him, holding him tightly against his chest. When they reached the floor, Jack bent forward, now on his hands and knees. Daniel took the opportunity to drive into him with force, Jack arching in response.

It always felt good for him to release control to Daniel, letting Daniel be in control, letting him set the pace. Daniel always knew just what he needed and how he wanted it, leaving Jack free to feel, letting every part of his body respond and frequently these hot liaisons had Jack in tears.

The tears had frightened Daniel the first time it happened. He thought he had hurt Jack or done something he didn't like or want. It took awhile until he figured out that the tears were all a part of Jack being able to let go, catharsis through sex. Allowing Jack to do things he couldn't in day to day life, having someone else take care of him, not be in charge, released every pent-up emotion accumulated through the years.

Daniel was complimented to his soul by the fact that the man who hadn't cried with his wife over their son's death would cry when Daniel made love to him. Now when the tears appeared, Daniel always made an extra effort to make the sex and refractory period particularly rewarding and tender for Jack. Frequently, the tears appeared after a particularly difficult or disastrous mission, and Daniel was finally able to correlate the intensity of Jack's need to the likelihood of the tearful responses.

He could never tell him, of course, that would violate the sacred nature of the event. Jack trusted Daniel to never bring the tears up, as if even talking about them would violate that gift. Daniel knew, even while he held Jack close murmuring and kissing away his tears, they could never be spoken of without breaking the spell.

So, when Jack's breathing hitched, Daniel recognized the familiar signs and leaned over his back, whispering with a whiskey voice into Jack's ear. "You like that, don't you? Want some more? I'll make it sooo good for you, just like always. God, I love you. I just want to climb inside you and never come out."

Daniel rotated his hips, screwing himself in instead of slamming, and Jack started to lean up in response to the thrumming of the blood through his body. They were both very close now and Daniel wrapped his hand around Jack's shaft again and set up a more frenetic pace. Jack leaned his head back onto Daniel's shoulder, hot tears leaving red streaks down the sides of his face and neck.

Jack tensed and began to twitch in time to his orgasm flowing over Daniel's hand and down to the sawdust-covered floor. Jack's muscle spasms brought Daniel over the edge, liquid fireworks filling Jack with every twitch. They stilled as the haze overcame their muscles, unwilling to break the spell just yet.

Finally, Daniel tilted Jack's face slightly to kiss the tears away and Jack turned into Daniel's embrace, Daniel's spent length dropping wetly from its hot sheath. Daniel kissed Jack's tear streaked face as Jack fished through his pants pockets in search of the ever present Kleenex, then started to wipe his semen from Daniel's hand. Daniel stood and reached down to help Jack, knowing his knees would be stiff from the prolonged kneeling. They cleaned up as best they could with a pocket pack of Kleenex and put their clothing back into order.

"There was a men's room just back that way, Jack. Why don't we see if we can clean up a little better there. Then I'll buy you a beer." Jack laughed and nodded, "Boy, am I a cheap date or what? Putting out before you even buy me a drink, what a slut!" They turned to walk back up the alleyway.

"Yeah, but you're my slut and I love you." Daniel said softly. Jack took his upper arm and turned him around, "I love you too, Danny." They leaned in for a long languorous kiss, tongue stroked tongue, till the exchange started to become heated again and they broke the contact.

"After we get a beer, I'll buy you a souvenir Jack."

"What like aching knees and a sticky crotch aren't enough already, not to mention an aching back and butt."

"Hey, I was perfectly fine doing it standing; you're the one who wanted more." Daniel poked Jack in the chest with his finger as emphasis.

"Yeah, well. That's because I want as much of you as I can get every time, all the time." Jack's voice powered to almost a whisper, "Promise me when we get home, I can be on my back and we'll call it even"

"OH, don't you worry, you'll get to be on your back and probably on your stomach, too. I see a busy night ahead of us, my love." Daniel placed one more kiss and they started walking back the way they had come.

When they finally rejoined Carter and Teal'c with their beers in hand, more than an hour had elapsed. Carter and Teal'c were sitting in their seats, toying with the souvenirs Teal'c had purchased: a lasso, leather vest and book on modern rodeo. Carter was wearing a leather vest and a hat that Teal'c had insisted on getting for her. There was a box on Daniel's seat and Jack's seat.

"What's this, T?" Jack picked up the large box and shook it, trying to determine its contents. Daniel picked up the large box on his seat and looked to Teal'c as well.

"Those, O'Neill are gifts for you and DanielJackson, which Major Carter and I believe you will enjoy. Please do not open them at this time." The Jaffa turned back to watch the action in the ring, leaning forward in his seat.

"Uh, Daniel?" Sam beckoned to Jackson to lean around the jaffa's back so she could whisper in his ear. Now she got a closer look at the swollen lips and caught the definite scent of semen and sweat.

"Sam?" Daniel leaned in.

"Daniel, Ensign Haines is reporting a hull breech on the lower levels." She smiled; Daniel just looked confused.

"Your guest host is making a cameo appearance." Daniel still looked confused.

"What, I believe Major Carter is trying to tell you DanielJackson is that your zipper is open." Teal'c interjected.

Daniel blushed crimson, and corrected the problem. "Uh, thanks."

"Oh, and Daniel?"

"Sam?"

"From the looks of your lips you got more than a ten second ride, I hope?" She smiled that annoying 'know it all' smile and turned back to watch the action.

"Daniel?" Jack was nosy; he hated when his kids whispered around him.

"S'okay, Jack. Sam was just pointing out that I'd been a might careless in reorganizing my clothing after the men's room."

"Ah, o-kay..." two beats later Jack got it, "Ah, Oh!" and he sat shifting the box to his lap, trying to suppress a laugh.

"Careful, Flyboy. Don't want to cut your own throat there, do you?"

"Not me, not on your life, Jackson. I'm good."

The rest of the evening passed enjoyably and, thankfully, uneventfully. They left after the major events were over and a new day started. Jack dropped Sam and Teal'c at Sam's house; she would drive him back to the mountain when she returned to spend her days off soldering things together.

Jack pulled the truck into his drive and got out and headed for the door. Daniel followed carrying both boxes that contained their presents from Teal'c. When he got in the door, Jack closed it and took the boxes from his hands and walked Daniel towards the bedroom.

"Uh, Jack, I'd like some coffee..."

"Later, Jackson. First, we're gonna have a nice shower. Then, some sex and maybe another shower, then after a... some more sex we'll get to coffee. By then it will be morning and we'll both need it."

"Boy, do you have the night planned or what?" Daniel laughed. "Wouldn't it save time if we had sex IN the shower?"

"Well..." Jack replied, "it would save time, but my knees already hurt, and you promised I could be on my back." Jack was smug.

They peeled off clothes and headed for the shower and a little foreplay. When they got out, Daniel gathered their clothes and headed naked to the laundry room to remove the heady smell from the bedroom while Jack fetched them each a bottle of water from the fridge and turned down the bed.

He leaned back against the headboard, already somewhat aroused when Daniel called from the living room. "Don't you want to know what Teal'c got us from the rodeo?"

"Later, Daniel. What the hell is taking you so long?" Jack groused.

"I'm looking at my present." Daniel answered.

"Well, your present is in here waiting for you and feeling very empty right now. Don't you want to come in here and fill it?"

"Just a minute." Daniel called.

Jack's jaw dropped open when a very naked Daniel walked into the bedroom wearing cowboy boots with spurs. Although they were soundless on the carpeted hallway, they made that very sexy ca-ching sound on the hardwood floor of the bedroom. Jack was so aroused by the sight he couldn't bring himself to say a word and just sat with his jaw hanging open and his dick engorging before Daniel's eyes.

"You like? ... Jack? ...Jack, are you alright? Answer me!"

Jack's return to coherence was sudden. "Daniel, get your ass over here, NOW!" Jack pointed to the empty spot on the bed beside him.

"NO." Daniel sounded firm.

"What do you mean, no?" Jack's dick was not paying the slightest bit of attention to the conversation and was throbbing for attention.

"Not till you go open your present from Teal'c"

"Oh for crying out loud, not now."

"Jack, GO. NOW!" Daniel ordered and Jack got up shaking his head as he walked to the bedroom door. Daniel sat back on the bed, trying to figure out how to cross his ankles without doing himself any spur damage. Instead, he got them stuck in the fuzzy bedspread at the bottom of the bed. He worked them loose and got up to remove the bedspread before doing it any further damage when Jack's soft voice came from the doorway.

"Uh, Daniel?"

Daniel didn't turn, still fighting to arrange the king sized bedspread on one of the bedroom chairs.

"Maybe you better sit down, Daniel." Jack said.

"Why?..." Daniel spun as he asked and took in the devastation that was Jack O'Neill, naked except for the dark brown leather chaps that covered his legs and nothing else, secured by a belt at Jack's waist. Daniel tried to move forward and managed to catch one spur in the other taking a header in Jack's direction.

Jack caught him by the shoulders as he fell, preventing him from hurting himself. Daniel's forward progress halted as he came head to head with Jack's jutting erection sticking proudly away from the crotch less chaps. He stood and launched himself into Jack's mouth, bruising his way through the surprised lips. He grabbed for the hard body and slid his hands down Jack's back, realizing that the chaps had no seat either he spun Jack to look at him.

"Oh my god. Do you have any idea just how gorgeous you look in those, Jack?"

Jack gave him a one hundred watt face splitting smile before answering.

"Care to try out those new spurs, cowboy?"

"Only if you promise to wear the chaps to bed."

"Well, I don't usually, but I'm willing to make an exception in your case."

Jack switched off the overhead light, allowing the table lamps to softly illuminate the bedroom. He took Daniel's hand and led him to the bed, allowing Daniel to run his hands all over his body, trembling at his touch. The kisses went quickly from sensuous to urgent. Daniel held Jack back against the bed and nibbled and kissed his way down the lean body, not bothering to remove the chap. He laved the tight belly and reached up to roll a nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"Daniel...."

Daniel lifted his head and looked in Jack's face. "Turn around," Jack pulled at one of Daniel's hips till he got the message and presented his anus and hard shaft to Jack. Jack looked from side to side at the spurs on the still booted feet and smiled as he pried open the cheeks before him and ran his tongue along Daniel's slit and over his anus, teasing with his tongue, as he had been teased earlier. Daniel engulfed Jack's cock in his mouth and, wetting a finger at the same time, started to lick Jack's slit, tickling and teasing. Daniel gasped when Jack inserted his tongue into the muscle and shivered briefly. He bent Jack's knees up and toyed with the soft furry sac, swallowing Jack's dick to the root.

"Daniel!" was all that Jack managed to get out before he came in hot spurts down Daniel's throat. Daniel swallowed everything and kissed the softening organ before turning around and climbing back up where he could ravage Jack's mouth some more.

He inserted two fingers into jack's mouth and let him wet them before moving his hand down and inserting them slowly into Jack. The fingers went in easily, but Daniel stretched the muscle a little anyway before moving to position himself to breach Jack. He eased in and Jack started to move right away, setting an urgent pace that neither of them would be able to keep for very long.

Daniel lifted the long leather covered legs over his head, laying he calves on his shoulders. Then he changed his angle a little and began his attempt to pulverize Jack's prostate. Later, they would have time for a slow, luxurious fuck; this one was about urgency again, to extinguish the flames now and allow for smoldering later.

Daniel pounded into Jack who shivered every time his button was pushed. Jack was sweating gallons and Daniel worried briefly until he figured out the chaps must be very hot. The friction, heat and semen produced a heady fragrance in the bedroom, adding again to the state of urgency. Daniel was strung out now, his movement becoming frantic and dysrythmic. Jack felt the change and his own erection returned, began moving as much as he could as well as clenching and unclenching his pelvic muscles.

Now they were both urgently seeking release. Jack reached down and wrapped his fingers around his own cock and started to stroke.

"Oh, yes. Stroke yourself, Jack. I want to watch you come. Then I'll fuck you through the bed." Jack reached up to his own chest and rolled a small hard nipple between his fingers, closing his eyes to the sensation.

"Keep your eyes open, Jack. I want you to watch me come too." Daniel leaned to the side and opened the small drawer in the bedside table, removing the vibrator and handing it to Jack.

Jack put it into his mouth to wet it and then reached down and around Daniel and flicked the switch brining it to life. Daniel jumped as the device touched his anus, then stilled and allowed Jack to insert its length into him. The device fluttered within him and Jack moved it around to hit Daniel's sweet spot. Daniel gasped and came in long spurts that Jack could swear sent waves of heat into his chest. Jack jiggled the vibrator and Daniel groaned deeply still convulsing within Jack. He collapsed forward onto Jack's chest and was rewarded with another jiggle of the vibrator within him. When he was finished , Jack withdrew the device and switched it off dropping it to the floor next to the bed.

Daniel lay on Jack, spent and tired. He lifted his head to gaze into the brown eyes, still glazed with arousal, and smiled. "I love you, Jack." Jack smiled and stroked the sweaty back.

Daniel pulled out of Jack, who groaned at the loss, then moved further up the long body and, reaching around behind himself, grabbed Jack's erect and weeping cock and positioned it at the entry to his own body and sat back, impaling himself on the length. They both gasped at the same time, this was not a sensation that either of them was used to, and Daniel had given up asking, because of Jack's constant insistence at being on the receiving end.

He suspected that, once again, it was a psychological thing fitting right in with the profile of Jack allowing himself to be out of charge and submissive to an extant. It certainly wasn't because he didn't know what to do, as Jack lifted Daniel's boot and spur clad feet over his shoulders and angled his hips. "Oh god!" Daniel gasped as Jack flipped them over and started to pound Daniel through the mattress.

Suddenly Jack was a different person. He was relentless, pounding Daniel so hard his head kept hitting the headboard. Jack's nails dug into one of Daniel's hips and the other hand's nails raked down Daniel's chest and belly, leaving long scratches.

"Oh Jesus, Daniel..." Jacked was breathless. "why... did... you... do... that?" Every word was punctuated with a powerful thrust of hips and Jack's sweat rained on Daniel from above. Then, Jack's breathing changed again as his rhythm dissolved. He doubled over and stilled filling Daniel with his own heat. Then he dropped flat onto Daniel's chest and lay still, very, very still.

Daniel had remembered a friend in college telling him about an orgasm so intense that he had blacked out. Daniel hadn't believed him then, and still considered it to be an urban legend, at least he HAD still thought that till now. Daniel tilted Jack's head and lifted an eyelid. Jack had indeed passed out.

His fingers went to Jack's carotid to check his pulse, regular, still somewhat rapid, but it was slowing as he left his fingers lay against the throbbing point, more for his own reassurance than anything else. His breathing was evening out and Daniel felt more reassured now. Jack was deadweight and heavy, Daniel shivered at the term 'deadweight' and its connotations, and decided just to go with heavy; very heavy. But his solid weight was comforting and Daniel ran his hands up and down the sweaty back and whispered lovingly in Jack's ear. Jack shifted as Daniel's lips tickled his ear and he stirred.

"Shh, Jack. It's all right."

"Danny?"

"Yeah, Jack. You passed out. Are you okay?"

"What?" Jack lifted his head to look at Daniel without crossing his eyes.

"I said, you passed out. But I think you're okay now. How do you feel?"

"I don't pass out."

"Well, you do now." Daniel squirmed a little and Jack moved to his side on the bed, his flaccid length plopping wetly out of Daniel. Jack looked down at his cock and then down at Daniel. Long welts ran from Daniel's collarbone to his pubis and one hip had distinctive fingerprint bruises from where Jack had held him. When Daniel moved Jack spied small bleeding nail wounds.

"Oh my god, Daniel. Daniel, I... oh god!" Jack practically launched himself out of bed and through the bedroom door before Daniel could say a word. He heard the spare room door slam and removed the boots before getting up from the bed. He grabbed his old flannel robe from the back of the door and went in search of Jack. He wasn't sure exactly what had happened and why it had distressed Jack so much, but he was going to find out.

"Jack?" Daniel tapped at the spare room door. There was no lock on this door but he didn't want to add to Jack's distress by entering uninvited. He tapped again, "Jack? What's wrong? Please, let me help. I love you, Jack. Don't shut me out."

"Go away, Daniel, before I... hurt you again. Please, just leave... you're not... safe here." Jack's breathing was erratic and Daniel heard the sobs that were swallowed with the words.

"What are you talking about, Jack? I'm not leaving till you talk to me." Daniel was getting anxious; he didn't like this one bit. "I'm coming in there Jack and if you want me to leave, you're going to have to explain why." Daniel took a deep breath and blew it out, then turned the knob and walked into the room.

This was the room where Daniel had stayed when living with Jack after his return from Abydos. It wasn't big, but it was comfortable. The room was dark; the hallway light cut a diagonal swath across the bed when Daniel opened the door. The bed was empty, as was the chair at the small desk near the door and the upholstered chair in the far corner. Daniel reached up and considered turning on the overhead light but decided instead to use the lamp on the night table.

"Jack? Where are you?" Daniel asked softly. "What are you worried about?" he checked the corner next to the desk and it was empty. He moved around to the bottom of the single bed and looked at the corner where the upholstered chair stood, all empty. Then he heard a small sob and moved towards the sound. Jack was lying on the floor just inside the sliding closet door, curled up in a little ball. Daniel was not aware that someone as tall as Jack could curl up so small. He was naked, the leather chaps no where in sight.

Daniel grabbed the blanket from the foot of the bed and opened the closet door wider to climb in and sit next to Jack. He drew up his knees and wrapped his arms around them. "Please, Jack, tell me what's wrong, let's see if we can fix it. Please, let me help." Daniel reached out tentatively and touched the Jack's shoulder.

At Daniel's touch, another sob escaped Jack and Daniel flattened his hand out so he could stroke the shoulder and arm closest to him. A shiver ran through him when he felt the chilled extremities. The perspiration had been pouring off Jack while they made love; now his skin was like ice.

Daniel pulled Jack into a sitting position, surprised when he didn't resist, and then wrapped the blanket around the both of them, pulling Jack closer. Now he got his first good look at the despondent man. His eyes were puffy from crying and red rimmed, his face tear- streaked he was still sobbing and he kept muttering how sorry he was.

"Why, Jack? You didn't hurt me. I'm okay."

"Sorry, Danny. Love you. Never meant to hurt you. That's not me, Love you, Danny. Sorry." Jack's hand traced the path of one of the scratches he'd left on Daniel from the collarbone down as far as the belt of the robe and the tears flowed again. Daniel pulled him closer and used the soft sleeve of the flannel robe to wipe his eyes.

"No, I lost control. Tried to hurt you." There was a tiny voice in Daniel's mind that knew what this was all about; this was the other side of the same coin that he had identified before. The reason why Jack would cry when they made love. He could let go, relinquish control and not be afraid of hurting Daniel. He could be vulnerable and needy, all the things he couldn't be on a daily basis. But before, when Daniel had forced Jack into something he didn't ask for, what had happened then?

"Never used to be that way, used to be able to take without hurting. Can't anymore. Just can't control him." Jack scrubbed his hand s across his face and leaned towards Daniel. Daniel shifted position and opened his legs, pulling Jack back against his chest, wrapping him in his arms and with the blanket. Jack was talking now, a rarity in and of itself. Daniel needed to keep him talking until they got to the cause of what happened. He needed to push, but just a little, too little and nothing would happen, but too much and Jack would close off on him and shut him out.

"Why can't you control him anymore, Jack? What happened?"

Jack sighed deeply; he owed Daniel an explanation. He would tell him, all of it, he deserved that much at least. Then after Daniel discovered just what kind of a sick fuck he'd fallen in with, he'd break it off. Just like what always happened.

"Daniel, you know you're not my first male lover, right?" Jack's voice was soft and a little hesitant.

"I knew that, Jack. We talked about that a long time ago. You're not my first either, remember?"

"Well, I've always had a male partner, even during my marriage to Sara. Always kept it well away from Sara and Charlie, she never knew. A few selected people knew, including my commanding officer in the Forces. It was tolerated there, they knew you'd never manage to have a decent relationship with anyone who wasn't in the same boat as you, under the same stresses; somebody who couldn't talk about it and didn't want to even if they could. So, they turned a blind eye, allowing you to keep your sanity.

"Everybody had a fuck buddy, even the strictly hetero guys. They were cool about it, gay bashers didn't get far in the forces, every where they turned somebody was gay or bi or had a male fuck buddy, even the bosses. Topping was my preferred position then, but I'd go either way. My little stay at the Baghdad Hilton changed all that, taking away my options. I've been a one trick pony since then." Jack snuggled closer to Daniel and wrapped his arms around him, kissing the welts that marred the smooth expanse as if to heal them.

That was certainly more information than Daniel had started with, but still not enough to know why Jack felt that topping was no longer an option for him.

"Jack, I love you. I won't leave you. No matter what. But, I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"Hold me, Daniel. Please don't let go. I love you."

"I won't let go, Jack. But you have to trust me."

"I do, Daniel, I trust you with my life."

"Then trust me with your pain too, Jack"

Jack took another deep breath and kissed Daniel's chest again.

"There was about twenty of us in total, a few Americans, a couple of Kuwaiti, a Saudi, a few others from various countries that had been caught assisting the American devils. They would bring us all out and chain us to our cell doors while they 'entertained' us. They go around and rape and beat us. Then they'd chain three of us together at a time and they'd pick out a 'team' to provide entertainment for them. The idea behind the entertainment was a warped kind of musical chairs. One guy was top and one guy was bottom and the third guy was ..." Jack hesitated and swallowed hard; Daniel tilted his face up and kissed his eyelids, then placed a chaste kiss on the soft lips.

"I'm right here, Jack. I love you. I won't let anything else happen to you. You're safe." Jack nodded and tried to climb into Daniel's skin. Daniel reached under the blanket and opened his robe, trying to pull it around them both, but also allowing as much of Jack's skin as possible to touch him, in hopes of comfort.

"The third guy?" Daniel asked.

"The third guy was dead, Daniel. We had to fight for a position. The top and the bottom got to live, the odd man out was horribly mutilated and either killed out right or left to die from blood loss."

Daniel didn't want to know but he knew that in order for Jack to open to him he'd have to hear it all. "How?" The one word was all Daniel managed, but he thought he probably already knew from the look on Jack's face.

"They'd castrate him and nail their 'trophies' to the wall, there must have been a hundred 'trophies' up on that wall. So we'd fight. We'd fight to screw or be screwed, sometimes the fights required such an adrenalin surge that even after winning a 'position' you were strung tight and went at each other like animals. We were like wild men, and if they didn't like your 'style' they could always chain you to another pair till you were too tired to fight any more and yours became their new trophy. As the rapes we were subjected to became more brutal so did the 'entertainment'. I don't think there was a guy there who if he won the top position didn't see his bottom as one of the guards in his mind and act out his fantasy."

Jack took a deep breath and looked up into Daniel's face; he saw no revulsion there and was grateful.

"I haven't been able, not since then. Daniel, I almost killed a guy I was screwing, because I got stuck in that nightmare and lost control. I can't let that happen to you. So I don't top, anymore, ever. You've always given me so much; you've seen pieces of me that I didn't know I had, because you brought them out. That animal that place created, I can't control when he shows, when the flashbacks will come, and I certainly can't control him when he does surface. Please understand, I love you too much to allow me to endanger you. I get what I need, you give me so much. Give me this one more thing."

Jack paused and then swallowed hard again. "I know some guys, nice guys, guys with no demons ready to leap from their closets. You think you need to bottom..." Jack paused again, fearful of Daniel's reaction to his next sentence. "I'll call one of them. I have pictures so you can choose, and ... they'd love you, and give you what you need. You'd be in no danger, and I wouldn't mind... honest. Just please understand, it can't be me. I can't and won't top you, I love you too much." Jack tried to insert his head inside Daniel's chest, in an effort to get closer.

And then the rain came....

Hot drops landed on Jack's face and head. It took him a second to figure it out and he pulled back and looked up at the steady stream of tears raining from Daniel's eyes.

"I'm sorry, Daniel. I didn't mean to hurt you. But you have to know, as much of my life as you are, I'd give you up before I'd take the chance of being responsible for hurting you."

"You don't have to, Jack. You'll never have to worry about that. I'm just grateful that you love and trust me enough to tell me why, without holding back. And, as for your offer, you've always given me everything I needed. I don't need anyone else. Come on, it's cold in here and my butt is numb. Lets catch another shower to warm up and then get some sleep."

"I love you, Daniel."

"I love you too, Jack. Now, can we please get out of the closet?"

"I'd love to Daniel. But I can't seem to get up. Can you give me hand?"

"I would, Jack, but you haven't really done anything that rates applause." Daniel smiled.

"Just give me a few minutes, Daniel. You'll be giving me a STANDING ovation."

"Very funny, Jack. You get the towels, I'll start the shower."

"I love it when you're snarky, Daniel."

The End