Faith

by J. M. Griffin

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asj/jmgriffin/faith.php
Summary: Daniel comes away from the Red Sky planet with a clearer understanding of Jack.

Jack is so basic, it drives me insane. Everything from the gut. The natives of the planet we are on believe the Asgard are their Gods. Jack's plan: tell them the truth. They'll come to their senses.

It is never that simple. Faith is such a tricky thing. But I have faith in Jack.

One afternoon a few weeks ago, we were in his truck; he was driving me home because somehow my car had developed a flat while it waited for me to make my way out of the labyrinth that is the Cheyenne Mountain Complex. As luck would have it, my spare was flat too. Jack looked at me and said, "Come home with me?"

But that wasn't really the question and I knew it. He saw me raise an eyebrow, even though he was looking at the road. "I'm crazy about ya, Daniel. Come home with me and I'll show you."

I could have given him a thousand reasons why not, but his words went straight to my groin. I didn't say anything and Jack took my silence for the "yes" it was.

His place was cool and quiet. He grabbed some beers from the fridge, handed me one, opened his and drank. I stood in his den, in front of the big fireplace that was not lit. The fire was in me. Jack gave me the once over. Looked me up and down and took the unopened beer out of my hand. "Let me show you," he whispered, and, "I'll make it good."

He did. He stripped me bare. Figuratively and physically. Kneeling between my legs, his hands were cool on my body. I had to work not to flinch. He crooned, "Ah, Daniel, ah, Daniel," as he stroked me, stoking the heat of my cock, bringing the fire to the surface until the deflagration inside me threatened to burn me up. When Jack swooped down on me with his mouth, I cried out and came and he took in my essence, swallowing me down easily. I was stunned.

Afterward, Jack stretched out beside me, barely touching. I could tell by his heat he was still aroused. I reached over and took his cock in my hand and he gasped. I don't think he expected me to reciprocate. When I didn't stop, he sighed, went over onto his back, and gave himself up to me. I could tell he was surprised I knew what to do. He thought I'd never been with a man before.

He writhed under my touch, trying hard not to thrust too hard. I took him in my mouth and sucked him. Gently at first, then harder, massaging his balls with one hand, the other flat against his abdomen, feeling the tension in his gut. Every noise he made vibrated through his belly. He began to pant and toss his head, his movements so elemental, I felt myself grow hard again. He came in no time at all, crying out in surprise. I liked that I surprised him. I plopped down beside him and he pulled me to his chest, sighing. "God, that was good."

I slept the night in his arms and in the morning he was matter-of-fact over coffee and toast. "I'll drive you home so you can grab a change of clothes."

And in his truck. "We don't want to mention this to anyone. Do we?" He was really asking, "Do you?"

I said, "no."

"And you're okay with this?"

"Yes."

When he stopped the car in front of my apartment, he leaned over and kissed me deeply.

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"I really fucked that one up," he said as we walked out of the compound and over to the parking lot after the mess with the Calvinists and their fading sun. "But you had it right. In the end, their faith saved them."

"Or the Asgard did." I gave him that as we stopped beside our vehicles which were parked side by side.

"Sam says we might never know." Jack scrubbed wearily at his face with one hand, then started to unlock his truck.

"Want to come to my apartment tonight?" I asked him, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Really?" Jack's face lit up and I saw a few of the stress lines around his mouth vanish into a tiny smile.

"Yes. I have some stuff I could thaw, just stew from a crockpot recipe."

Jack's face fell a bit. "Is this a dinner invitation?" he said. But I heard, "Is this only a dinner invitation?"

Have faith in me, Jack. "Dinner and more."

Jack's face crinkled into a grin. "More is good."

He liked the stew. "Damn, I thought you were kidding. I figured we'd order pizza."

"Every once in a while I cook and then freeze the leftovers for later."

Jack looked at me as if I'd grown another head. "You never cease to amaze me. Like today when you joined the Katal in prayer. Maybe that was what made it work, the weight of one more prayer."

"You're supposed to be the cynic." I smiled to take any edge out of my voice.

"Nah, " Jack shook his head in negation. "It's all an act."

"Ha," I contradicted him.

"You always believe the best will happen," he told me gently, "that things will work out, that people will rise to the occasion. I lost my faith in all that stuff years ago."

I looked at him across the table for a few moments, taking in his silvered hair, the cool gleam of his brown eyes, the firm set of his mouth, the tension in his shoulders and upper body. And that was when I saw it, the look of hope in his eyes.

I got up from my seat and went to him. He watched me as I walked toward him, a faintly startled look on his face. I knelt beside his chair and he pushed back a bit so he could gaze down at me.

"Daniel?" Suddenly I could see all the way to the core of him, to the sweetness, the need, the love. I put my hand up to grasp his shoulder.

"Have faith in me, Jack. Have faith in us."

He opened his mouth, but no words came out. "I'm not sure I know how," he said finally.

Standing, I pulled him up into my arms. I propelled him down the hall to my bedroom, where we fell on the wide bed together. Clothes were a nuisance and we struggled to get rid of them. He was already fully erect, but I didn't touch him. Instead, I kissed him, harshly, thoroughly, until he was gasping for breath along with me. His hands ran up and down my sides. Jack arched his back when I began to lave his nipples, first one and then the other. He was putty in my hands and I was loving it. When I dragged a tube of lube from beneath a pillow his eyes widened, but he lifted his legs to expose himself. "Do it, Daniel. Do it."

I almost came then and there. Impatient, he took the lube from me and anointed my cock with the stuff, stroking and pulling just so. The internal fire roared in my ears when he flipped over onto his belly and raised himself up for me.

"Jack, " I groaned. He chuckled long and low, a guttural sound that I found myself echoing. I moved into place and pushed against sweet resistance that opened into sweeter warmth.

Jack made deep elemental grunting sounds as he moved against me, calling the shots from below, setting a rhythm that soon had us both gasping in unison. He was relentless as he drove us toward completion. I imploded inside him, setting off a reaction in him. He jerked and moaned, crying out as he exploded over my hand and the bedsheets. We collapsed together in a sweating heap and I slipped from his body before I wanted to.

He fell asleep sprawled on his back not long after I cleaned us up. I watched him as he breathed softly in and out, deeply, without a sound.

I thought, perhaps, he'd found some faith, after all.

FIN