Area 52: Plus Ca Change 2

Daniel could feel the eyes on him. Not to mention the body heat, both Jack's and his own. For a moment he wondered if there was a hormone that controlled blushing and if a person could get the gland controlling it removed.

The sequelae of which, naturally, was to think about why he was blushing. And that made him blush more, of course, which made him think about last night. Daniel frowned, running the memories back. Something odd there. Something...

Jack sat up and stared at him, face flushing. "Me? You don't have a leg to stand on there, Motormouth."

Noisy. Very noisy. Daniel rolled over on his stomach and pulled the pillow over his head. Peeking out he saw that Jack was still staring. "Don't you have any respect for hangovers?"

How about mortified? Daniel bit the words back and sighed, scooting further back under his covers, trying to think of a tactful way to phrase what he wanted to say. Jack had said he wanted a fuck buddy. But he'd said a lot of other things too. 'Fuck buddies don't talk a lot' was the thought that came to mind, but which struck him as needlessly crude. Although it might be needfully crude if he couldn't think of a better way to state it in the next few minutes. "Coffee, Jack. I can't cope with this without coffee."

"In your case I think 'morning' sums up the problem all by itself." Jack leered. "Of course, I could distract you..."

Daniel jerked back, alarmed, only to slide off the side of the bed with a squeak that had Jack rolling on his back laughing loudly enough to give the dead headaches. Daniel peered over the edge of his bed and glared. "I'm going to get my coffee now, Laughing Boy. Try not to break anything."

"I promise not to touch..." Jack suddenly looked a bit abashed, glancing around him. Daniel sighed, got up, and fished his robe off the floor where it had fallen during the... contretemps of the night before.

Daniel focused on tying the belt around his waist and tried to avoid thinking about this situation. He'd just woken up with a strange man in his bed. Not a stranger, just strange. He might have tried to ignore the implications of that if he didn't have aches and pains in all kinds of places that didn't usually ache. Like what felt like a bite on his shoulder. And nipples that felt pinched - ah, that was one of the ones he wasn't going to consider. Or the ache in his... okay. Which ache was safe to consider? The headache. He ignored Jack's carping for attention and padded out of his bedroom, fully intent on doing something about the headache, at least, by way of the coffee pot and an industrial size dose of aspirin.

He was fumbling coffee into a filter when a warm hand gently squeezed the back of his neck and he jumped, coffee flying all over the counter, heart lurching, and wheezed "Holy SHIT!"

"Not used to having... people here in the morning, Jack." Daniel grumbled and brushed the spilled coffee into the sink. "I'm not good at mornings."

"I've noticed." Jack reached past him and retrieved the filter. "Why not let me make the coffee. It's probably safer."

"Uh huh." Daniel squirmed, trying to get comfortable in his robe. Truth to tell, trying to get comfortable in his skin. "Jack, about what happened - mmfff!"

Jack had spun and plastered his mouth over Daniel's, effectively shutting him up. He pulled back slowly and Daniel opened his mouth again, only to have a hand pressed firmly over it, "AH! Stop right there. It's Saturday."

Daniel frowned, puzzled. Jack pulled his hand away with obvious caution and Daniel waited for it to be far enough away to guarantee at least one short sentence. "What's that got to do wi-"

Well, maybe not a whole sentence. Jack was giving him a frustrated scowl. "Saturday. Morning. After getting laid Friday night. The ritual is that you stay in, relax, read the box scores and avoid all thinking until, oh, Monday. Yeah. That's reasonable."

Daniel felt his eyebrows climb towards his hairline and tugged the hand away from his mouth. "That's the ritual?"

"Uh huh." Jack looked incredibly pleased with himself. "So no thinking. You go grab the paper and I'll get the coffee."

Daniel was just bemused enough to comply, fetching the paper from the stack in his hallway. And then standing there, dazed, while Jack tugged it out of his hands, pushed a cup of coffee, high octane, leaded, into his grip. "Here. You look like you need this."

Jack stiffened. "What did I say about thinking? That includes thinking out loud, Daniel. Come on, I'll read the sports pages to you."

"Jack." Daniel followed him into the living room, where Jack slumped bonelessly into his couch.

"Daniel. Shut up and relax. What part of Saturday morning don't you understand?"

"The part that happened Friday night." Daniel settled warily into his favorite chair, curling up defensively around his cup of coffee and his confusion.

Jack was pawing through the paper, fishing out the parts that interested him. Sports. Automotive. Travel. World news. He was quite conspicuously not looking at Daniel. "Would that be the part where we both wanted to get laid?"

"Yeah." Jack nodded. "Funnies... funnies. The fuck buddy part. We did the guy thing and got laid and now we do the guy thing and read the paper."

Daniel studied his coffee, the nifty way the steam made those subtle patterns over the dark liquid like a Japanese painting of mist-shrouded mountains. Jack was rustling ostentatiously through pages. Daniel took a sip of what was really good coffee, no sugar, no cream, straight up and pure the way nature intended. Just the way he liked it. He frowned. "Except that neither of us does one night stands."

The paper came down with a loud, cellulose snap and Jack glared at him. "I didn't say anything about one night stands. I said a lot about Saturday morning."

"Last night you said you'd have been with Sam if it weren't for her rank." Daniel rapped it out fast, seeing Jack tense.

Jack stared. And snapped his paper once. "No. For one thing, you don't have tits. Second, you do have balls."

"Drink your coffee. You need it." Jack sighed. "And you talk more than Carter. And..."

He trailed off. Daniel carefully sipped hot coffee, watching his face, looking for minute flickers of expression. Discomfort, smug satisfaction, worry, exasperation, smug satisfaction again, until a vague, speculative concern settled into place. "And I knew Carter couldn't keep something like this out of the teamwork but I thought you could."

"Or because I'm a guy and we can't afford to let it get more complicated than that?"

An uneasy recognition flickered across Jack's face, but an instant later practical respect settled into its place. "You forgot the third reason. Because Carter, for all her virtues, is not given to self-examination, but I figure you know yourself better than she knows herself."

"And it's really easy to get too tangled up." Jack folded the paper in his lap with finicky, precise motions. "We're all so damn close already, what's the line? I figure you know that line better than she could, and that crappy, old, morally bankrupt killers like me are way over it. Good for friends and fucking but..."

"Buuuttt." Jack's lips quirked just a little. "But when you grow up you want to find a nice girl and get a real life."

Daniel let his own lips curl into a slower, sadder smile. "I grew up a long time ago, Jack, and I found the nice girl and the real life. And I'm here now."

Jack blinked hard and fast. And then lunged up from the couch to brace one hand on the arm of Daniel's chair, the other steadying his coffee cup, lips firmly pressed against Daniel's. Felt good, very good. Jack moaned softly and the tip of his tongue pried at Daniel's lips, seeking entrance. Gaining it, too.

Jack lifted the coffee cup from his hand and Daniel knew he was a lost cause when he couldn't even bring himself to protest that. The colonel's newly freed up hand was immediately put to good use, tugging at Daniel's curled legs to get him to straighten them out. The minute he was sitting up all-but-straight, he had 200 pounds of battle-hardened Special Forces Operative settled into his lap and pushing most insistent parts of himself very persistently indeed against Daniel's traitorous, highly interested dick. Oh, metz jugik, zib and all the rest of the nifty words he knew for the nifty parts that were being enthusiastically rubbed together.

The embrace broke suddenly as the colonel gasped for air and rubbed his groin against Daniel's. Daniel gasped and frowned. "Are you going to do that every time I -mmmf!"

That answered that. A warm tongue delved deep into his mouth, tasting him. Jack made little, satisfied yummy sounds, and Daniel figured either he had an incredible tolerance for morning mouth or he really, really needed caffeine. Jack broke the kiss again. "Are you going to shut up?"

Daniel plastered an expression he absolutely knew was snarky as hell onto his face and snarled "Sooner or later I'll ask questions in a venue where you can't do that to mmmmmmf!"

It was a good thing Jack was such a damn fine kisser because otherwise that technique was going to get really old. Jack leaned back again. "Most of those questions can't be asked in that kind of venue."

Jack dove again, then stopped just a breath away. "You gonna ask me more stupid questions?"

"Am I just an easy fuck?" Daniel waited, holding his breath. He'd asked it so quietly he wondered if Jack had even heard him.

Jack finally sat back, slowly, kneeling to hold most of his weight off Daniel's thighs. An unexpected benefit of big, overstuffed chairs, observed the part of Daniel's brain that registered momentarily irrelevant details. His friend was studying him, face caught in an odd expression that Daniel, for all his expertise in reading Jack, really couldn't read. "Jack, why are you here? Am I just a handy way to get your rocks off?"

The crude expression brought a slight wince. Jack shook his head and leaned forward and this time the kiss was lingering and gentle. He finally settled back again. "Does that answer your question?"

Daniel stared at him, knowing his mouth was open (at least his jaw wasn't hanging) and his expression blank as he tried to understand. And finally snapped his jaw shut and frowned, baffled. "Sort of. No. Actually, no, not really, Jack."

"Jesus fucking Christ on a skateboard, Daniel!" The older man ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. "I hate this talking crap. I hate this touchy feely crap. Oh, the touchy part is great but the feely part... " he grimaced.

That one actually deserved a smile. Daniel tried to keep from chuckling - wouldn't do to let Jack distract him. "Last night...AH!" He held up a finger in conscious imitation of Jack, stopping the man mid-swoop before another kiss could be landed. Jack paused, hanging in mid-air and Daniel was absurdly reminded of Gene Wilder in Young Frankenstein. He ruthlessly quelled the urge to snap "Taffeta, darling!" and went on, "You didn't have trouble talking last night."

Daniel narrowed his eyes and shot Jack a look that had brought Intro to Archaeology students to their knees in the past. "So that either means you need a contact hit of caffeine, you were non compos mentis last night, you really, REALLY want to get laid again, or you love me."

"Cripes, Daniel." Jack was blushing furiously. "Twenty three languages and you haven't mastered body language yet."

"I've spent my life learning about the written and spoken word, Jack. Theoretically it's what humans use to communicate. Give it a try."

The colonel growled, then slid down off his lap to sit grumpily on the floor. "You're really gonna make me do this. The goddamn 'morning after' talk. I haven't done one of these since college."

Daniel sat up, unable to help himself. "Where'd you go to college? You never talk about it."

"It's a traumatic memory and I repressed it." Jack slouched, pulling his knees up and loosely wrapping his arms around them. Daniel ruffled his hair as he sighed. "This is going to change things, isn't it."

Another hair ruffle. The gray stuff was softer than it looked. "Yes. And if you're honest you'll admit you wanted it to."

"No I won't!" Jack scowled at him then stole his coffee, taking a sip. He made a face. "How can you drink it like this? It's naked."

"How can your drink yours doctored up until it tastes like ice cream?" Daniel rescued his cup and took a long sip. "It's honest. So are you. Usually."

"No I'm not." Jack tilted his head back against Daniel's knee. "Can't we just leave it that we're guys and we don't do this?"

"By that logic we're guys and we also don't do a lot of talking before our one-night stands. If we do one night stands, which I don't and which I don't think you do either." Daniel settled back, feeling a little more at ease now.

"Merde." Daniel let his head fall back against the chair, frustrated. "Talking won't change things. Banging your best friend, now THAT is a good way to change things, caveman! Now it's time to grunt out a few explanations so suck it up and TALK! You had enough to say last night!"

"Talking to get me into bed?" Daniel leaned forward and grabbed the hair on top of Jack's head, pulling his head back until he could look into the upside-down eyes that twinkled back at him. "That is... that's despicable! That is LOW, Jack O'Neill, and I can't believe you would DO that! I... " He gave Jack's head a little shake by the hair. "Is that how you'd pick up a woman?"

"I don't remember. I figured it's how you pick up a linguist." He smirked up at Daniel.

"I... ARGH!" Daniel let go and got up fast, stalking into the kitchen to pour another cup of coffee. He glared into the dark liquid, trying to decide whether the urge to be offended was stronger than the desire to burst into laughter. He finally shouted "RRRGH! ASSHOLE!"

"That's Colonel Asshole to you," Jack heaved himself off the floor and came to stand in the door, looking at him. "So this is good, right? Everything copacetic and just like usual? I annoy you, you insult me, and everything's hunky dory?"

Daniel blinked, stared at him, and finally huffed out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "Is that what this is all about? You piss me off and I'm supposed to just forget everything and put the Jack-Daniel cruise control on?"

Daniel put down his cup and rubbed at his eyes. "You're a morning person. I always hated that about you."

The counter looked really good. Daniel bent over and rested his head against it, shutting his eyes. "Look. Okay. You want to pretend banging me is just like coming over and making me watch hockey, you do that. I'll go back to bed. I'll go in Monday and it'll be just like always. That what you want, Jack?"

Silence. No rustling of clothes and no smart-ass remarks. The counter was nice and cool against his forehead, his ass was a little sore and he was wondering just what to do and how to phrase a request to transfer to another SG team when a gentle hand rubbed the back of his neck. "It's a lot better than hockey, Danny."

Daniel pushed himself up, looking at Jack curiously. "I thought you said nothing's better than hockey."

Jack leaned in and kissed him, softly and for a long time. Long, muscled arms closed awkwardly around his body, hands soothing up and down his spine.

It felt strange to lean into somebody taller than he was, to rest his head on Jack's shoulder. The bristled chin against his temple felt strange too, but the warmth felt nice. And the smell, after more than five years as familiar as his own - that was nice too. Daniel sighed. "This'd feel better if you were a lot shorter."

Jack shifted, tugging him back towards the bedroom. "Not stupid. You were drunk and let's face it, my persuasive charms are legendary."

Daniel snickered, whickered, then outright belly laughed as Jack led him into the bedroom and pushed him at the bed. He bounced on it and that seemed even funnier until he was rolling on his side, gasping for air and laughing so hard it hurt. Jack grinned down at him and actually honest-to-god giggled, embroidering on the intergalactic reputation he'd spawned, and Daniel thought he might pass out for lack of oxygen. "Oh jeez, oh crap, stop talking!"

Jack pouted. "First I talk too much, then I don't talk enough, and now you tell me to shut up? Are all linguists this fickle?"

"ohohohohoh you asshole! Colonel Asshole!" Daniel wheezed and was off again, laughing until he fell back exhausted, rolling his head to look at Jack. "I haven't laughed that hard -"

"Since you saw Carter in that dress. Or maybe it was that time Teal'c dressed up like Highlander for Hallowe'en? Or was it seeing Ferretti after SG-2 didn't realize they were marching into the town sewers or -"

Daniel lunged up and kissed Jack in self-defense, stopping him before the colonel could send him off into peals of laughter again. Daniel started to break the kiss but Jack's hand came up to cup the back of his head, Jack's other hand burrowing under his robe to stroke the skin over his hip. Daniel shivered at the sensation of callused fingers touching the sensitive skin. Tentatively, he pushed the sheet Jack was still wearing aside. Soft skin over shoulders, that felt familiar though the shoulders were wider than Daniel was used to in his bed partners. Not that he was that used to having bed partners anymore, prattled that little voice at the back of his mind again.

Jack tugged him down to the bed, throwing a long leg over his. Heavy. He hadn't noticed that Jack was so heavy last night. Mannn, but he must have been drunk. He suddenly pushed Jack away, breathing hard. "We can't do this."

"'Mustn't'. That's gotta be a word only a linguist would use." Jack pushed the robe off his shoulders and leaned forward to nibble. Daniel gasped.

"If the words 'Harlequin', 'romance', or 'fate worse than death' pass your lips you'll be singing soprano, asshole," growled Daniel.

"I love this new pet name you've got for me." Jack propped himself up on an elbow and grinned ruefully down at him. "Okay. You win. Yes. It changes things. Yes, I even admit I wanted it to in a way. I admit, I was sort of hoping you'd suddenly start being obedient and comply with my every wish, AH!" He rolled and brought up a knee to defend his testicles from the threatening motion Daniel made, "Will you stop that?"

"Did too." Jack blinked and snickered, shaking his head. "I'm not sure whether you bring out my best or my worst."

Jack rolled over on top of him. "I love you. I love all three of you, truth to tell, but you read my mind. And you make me feel safe."

Daniel blinked very fast, looking at the other man. Heavy, big, sprawled on top of him and looking down with earnest, dark eyes. "I make you feel frustrated and annoyed and impatient and scared and muddled, Jack."

"And safe." Jack drew one finger down the side of Daniel's face, temple to jaw. "If I show up at Carter's door, she'll stare at me funny and call me 'sir' and ask what's wrong and try to fix it. I show up at Teal'c's and he'll be kel-no-reeming and offer me a mat on the floor. But I show up at your door and I'm just Jack to you, and I can sprawl on your couch and drink American beer you don't like and give you shit and watch hockey games that bore your ass off and you still want me there. You don't try to fix anything and I never have to explain anything and you always understand anyway. I think you're the only person in the world who just thinks of me as 'Jack.' Is that a bad thing? I felt safe, and I... "

Daniel looked up into his serious, baffled expression and ran a gentle finger over his lips. "So you went for broke? All that comfort in one bundle. Triple Crown?"

"Trifecta. Hat trick. Usually I'd do hockey metaphors but horse racing -" Jack smiled, bright and uncomplicated for once.

"No." Jack leaned down, stealing another kiss. "Now do I get to shut you up with the universal tongue?"

Ton - Daniel considered the multiple entendres that were suggested by that comment and rolled his eyes, then gasped as Jack's tongue flickered into his ear and Jack's knee pushed between his legs. "Gently! Gently!"

Daniel put some of the training Jack thought he ignored into action and flipped the older man off of him. "Like hell! Fish or cut bait, Jack!"

"It does not! YOU ARE DISGUSTING!" Daniel hated himself for laughing and choked it back down, erupting in little snorts of giggles. "And if you want to get laid with ME, Colonel Asshole, then you trade off!"

Jack lunged up and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down into a long kiss and finally let him draw back. "I will, Daniel, I will. But do I have to do it right now? Last night was so fast and so... greedy and needy. Can't I just enjoy being on top once without it being a fight?"

Daniel sobered suddenly. "It's not like Friday night hockey, Jack. You don't just come over and get laid once a week."

"I know." Jack's hand was roaming and it was so hard to keep his mind on what he'd been wanting to say. "Rare treat. But I'm trying to wrap my mind around a big change in... everything here, Danny."

"You get to call me Colonel Asshole, I get to call you Danny. Seems fair to me." Jack pinched one of his nipples. Daniel moaned softly, shutting his eyes. "Can we get used to one major, tectonic shift at a time, Danny? Before we start practicing variations?"

Tectonic. Daniel stroked the back of Jack's hand and granted that the word was a really good gambit for distracting his attention. Jack had gotten his number, that was sure. He sighed and almost gave in. "My ass is sore after last night."

"Never was in practice for what we practiced last night." Daniel paused, considering. Right now he still felt - well. He didn't know quite how to feel but it was going to take a lot more thought than he wanted to give it at the moment. He thought it'd be good in the end though and that made it easy to smile at Jack. "Practicality says trade off or hold off."

The colonel grimaced, then nodded. "Fair enough. Where's that tube of lube that looked like you bought it during the first Reagan administration?"

Daniel snorted and leaned over the side of the bed, looking for the tube and the condoms that had fallen there. "I think I heard it this morning. Yeah, here. And it's from the Clinton administration."

"Figures." Jack rolled over on his stomach and looked over his shoulder, blushing furiously. "You know what to do?"

Daniel hesitated, then turned the lube tube in his hands. "I think this said something about tab A in slot B..."

Jack buried his face in the pillow, shoulders shaking with slightly hysterical laughter. His muffled words barely escaped. "And there, I was worried I'd be too embarrassed to loosen up."

"Can you come when you're laughing?" Daniel moved to straddle Jack's upper thighs, adopting his most clinical lecture-tone, fighting not to smile as Jack copied his laughing binge from earlier.

Daniel splurted a dollop of lube onto Jack's butt and that just made them both laugh harder, though he'd have been stymied to say why. It felt good, though, all those giggles somehow making this seem less fraught and weird. Looking at Jack lying there, Daniel's cock stiffened but his stomach was so full of butterflies that the two were competing for attention. He hesitated, reached up to rub Jack's shoulders and back as if touching the man would calm them both down, and got another fit of giggles out of Jack. "That tickles! GODDAMN that tickles! Fuck me or stop, but don't tickle!"

"Your BACK is ticklish?" Daniel lifted both hands then suddenly ran the fingers in an arpeggio up Jack's spine. "You're bullshitting me!"

"STOPSTOPSTOP!" Jack pounded the mattress. "Goddamn, Danny, I've got a hard-on that won't quit and my ribs hurt from laughing!"

"You're so romantic," Daniel observed dryly. He eased a finger between Jack's cheeks, ready to stop in an instant if Jack tensed, but outside of a few explosive snorts of laughter his lover stayed relaxed as a finger eased into his ass. "You okay?"

"You can do more." Jack looked back over his shoulder. "It's a lot more fun when you do this than when Doc does it."

Jack smiled a little bashfully, blushing bright red. "It's okay. Umm. Sarah and I... we experimented a little in bed. I've done some of this stuff."

Daniel froze, then pushed in another finger. "And you were giving me shit about being on top?"

Jack turned back to rest his head on his arms. "It feels good to be inside you. I wanted to do it again. But I can wait."

"You felt marvelous and that feels pretty good, Daniel." Jack suddenly gasped, "and that feels VERY good, Daniel!"

Huh. Smooth shape inside. Daniel added a third finger, pushing because it was so tight in there. Jack was so tight. He thought about how that would feel to his dick and moaned softly. Jack squeezed in sympathy and Daniel had to fight not to just yank his hand free and push in right then and there. He turned his fingers, twisting his wrist. His voice was a little breathless when he asked, "How's that feel?"

"Feels fine," Jack growled. "Feels tight as hell and like if you wait much longer, you and I both are gonna get nervous again."

"Fish or cut bait," muttered Daniel but took the hint, pulling his fingers out and wiping the lube off on the sheet. Hands shaking, he tore open the condom and rolled it on, slathered more of the clear gel over himself. God, but he was so nervous he was dizzy when he pushed the tip of his cock against Jack's anus.

Tight little muscle, clenched. Daniel blinked, feeling sweat roll down his back and pushed just a little, not wanting to cause hurt. Jack caught his breath and Daniel paused, waited until Jack growled, "Do I have to send an engraved invitation or something? Tab A in slot B, remember?"

Daniel almost laughed but pushed instead, his gasp and Jack's coinciding as the head of his cock pushed through so fast it almost felt like there ought to be a sound, and there was that incredible pressure and heat wrapped just around the tip of his dick. He moaned and held very still, waiting. Jack was panting, back visibly tense. The shoulders eased down gradually, and he finally grunted, said, "Go on."

Very gently, very slowly, Daniel eased in a fraction of an inch at a time until his balls were pressed up against warm flesh, cock squeezed and held by another body, and it had been so long. He lowered himself to lie on top of Jack, letting his hands smooth over the other man's arms. "So long, so long," he whispered.

Jack snorted, "You wish!" and it felt... incredible. Momentary firming of the grip on his cock that made Daniel moan.

But he knew he'd been prompted. "This feels too good for me to comment on your insult."

Jack caught his hand, weaving fingers through his and growled, lifting his ass up under Daniel. "You just gonna lie there?"

How could the bastard keep talking? "Can't you shut up and let me enjoy this for a minute?"

Jack growled but shut up, pulling Daniel's hand to his mouth he laid small kisses on the fingers that belied the gruff attitude and had Daniel smiling, finally, and thrusting gently. Jack moaned low in his throat, a sound Daniel could feel through Jack's back and his own chest. He eased his hips up again, down, pushing into the silky heat of his friend's body slowly, and as gently as he could. Under him, Jack lifted his hips in answer.

There was that weird sense of familiar difference again, the warmth of a body, the sound of moans of pleasure but deeper than he was used to, more power pushing back, hairier legs and that bristly chin rubbing against his arm when he cradled Jack's head on it. The feeling of his balls hitting balls, and of his dick being someplace tighter than he remembered, more friction and more... god, he shivered with heat and pressure, buried his face against Jack's shoulder and thrust faster.

He felt Jack's words as much as heard them, urging him on, soothing and ordering, "That's it, Danny, fuck me Danny, faster, yes, do it!"

God, only Jack. He mouthed endearments and curses against the man's shoulders, picking up his pace, thrusting faster in and out as he felt Jack's body moving into rhythm, coming up to meet his. Seeing stars behind his eyes and it was too much, so much, lightning behind his eyes and electric heat in his balls, down his cock and up his spine and Jack was shouting and moving wild and fast under his hips, screaming curses as Daniel came and Jack kept moving, fucking himself on a dick that hadn't yet gone soft. Daniel felt him suddenly slamming down into the mattress, up against him and down again, going rigid in his arms and all the air gasped out in a whining moan of pleasure like he'd heard last night. A softly breathed curse spoken like a prayer. "Oh fuuuck..."

Then Jack went limp, drew in a shaky breath that Daniel felt, too, and breathed out fast. "Crap, but you're heavy."

Daniel lifted his hips, remembering Jack's care of the night before and taking the same care now, awkward and slow. He rolled to the side and lay there, sleepy and sated. The sun was gleaming through the big windows, shining on Jack's sweaty back. No rain clouds today, the storm had blown over. He smiled and ran a knuckle down Jack's side, leisurely, just to feel ribs and muscles. Jack reached over and laid a hand over his heart, smiling. His voice was very soft. "You're right. Things will change."

Daniel smiled a secret smile and shut his eyes, trapping the image of Jack's face behind them. "Plus c'est la meme chose, Jack. Plus c'est la meme chose."

Plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose, regrettably rendered without the correct French punctuation, translates approximately to: The more things change, the more they stay the same.

Plus Ca Change 2

Plus C'est La Meme Chose

by livengoo