Really 2

For Crying Out Loud

by J. M. Griffin

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Summary: It's Daniel's turn this time.

"For crying out loud, will you shaddup a minute?" Jack says irritably.

I'm not sure why he's so irritated, but he's staring at my hands, so that must be it. I can't seem to talk without my hands in motion. And since I've been standing in front of the fire in his den, gesticulating emphatically for some time now, well, I suppose I've gotten on his nerves. Again. As usual.

"Sorry," I say with an apologetic shrug.

Jack gives me a look and stalks off into the kitchen. He comes back in a few minutes later and hands me a beer. Heaving a sigh, he plops down in his favorite chair and throws one leg over the arm.

"Siddown, Daniel." He says, indicating the adjacent chair with his beer bottle. At least he didn't call me Dannyboy. He doesn't know what it does to me when he calls me that. How it makes me go instantly hard, makes me ache deep in my gut for more from him than I'm ever going to get.

I keep standing and he looks at me, then tilts his head back to swallow some beer. I watch his throat work and think how I'd love to lick him right there in that shadowed spot below his chin.

I really have to stop thinking like this.

Thankfully, Jack stops drinking, sets the bottle down on the floor, and hops up again. "I'm hungry. Let's order take out. How does Chinese sound?"

Well, Jack, I had something else in mind for dinner tonight, but Mu Shu Pork will make a great appetizer.

I am going insane. I'm in love with the most hetero man in the world, who thinks I am also hetero. I'm fucked. Wait, amend that, I am so not going to be fucked by this man.

This is not helping.

"Chinese is fine." I manage to say, deliberately not watching as Jack licks his lips and scrubs a hand through his silver hair, making it stand up all spiky... wait, I said I wasn't looking, didn't I? Well, I lied.

"You know, Hammond isn't going to agree with you on this one, and we'll end up doing it my way." He tells me after he phones in the order. He's back to our debriefing of the debriefing.

"Really." I'm tired of this discussion and I don't want to argue.

Jack curls his lip at me and it goes straight to my gut and below. Damn, the man is sexy. He has no idea. He has no idea I'm in love with him, either.

"Really," I repeat, because he doesn't say anything, just stands there in front of the fireplace looking like he wants to punch me or something.

"I get it, Daniel," he blurts out finally.

I start to protest, "But Jack...," but I suddenly forget what I was going to say and end up standing there with my mouth open. Once again, Jack doesn't comment, just keeps on looking at me with this odd expression on his face.

"Jack?" I take a step toward him.

"Daniel, close your mouth."

I shut it so fast my lips make a popping sound. I duck my head, knowing my ears are red with embarrassment. When I look up, he's still gazing at me.

"Jack, are you okay?" A tiny ray of hope seizes me as I take in Jack O'Neill standing stock still, staring at me as if he thinks if he blinks I'll vanish and his whole life will be over.

He does blink, finally, which releases me, too.

"Daniel, what did you mean a minute ago when you said 'really?'"

Oh god, we're back to that again. "I meant I'd think about your idea."

"You meant you don't agree, but you aren't going to stuff your opinion down my throat." As Jack speaks, I have this sudden image of him kneeling in front of me, taking me deep into his mouth, and I know if I don't tell him, I'm going to burst.

"God, I love you." I gasp out.

He doesn't believe me, I can see this immediately. Which means I can't just leave it as a matter of words, I'll have to show him. Jack's eyes widen as I step closer. I reach out a hand and his eyes get even bigger. Then I close in fast and kiss him, long and hard and deep. Lo and behold, he kisses me back with equal fervor.

I pull away to look him in the eye and he can't hide what he is feeling from me. He doesn't try, and as I lean toward him again, Jack reaches out and crushes me against his chest.

I finally have something to do with my hands besides talk as I slide them up his jawline and into his hair before I kiss him again.

And the whole time I'm thinking, he loves me, for crying out loud.