Barefaced Cheek

by Pie

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asp/pie/bareface.php
Summary: Jack believes Daniel has film star looks. Now he wants to prove it!

Daniel gave a contented, if drowsy sigh as he gradually became accustomed to consciousness. He was taking advantage of Jack's enforced sleepover at the mountain, to sprawl decadently over crisp, sinfully comfortable sheets. He had tumbled bonelessly into bed the night before, and the feeling had been sooo good that he had made himself clamber out and fall into bed again, just for the sheer pleasure it elicited.

Not that he didn't miss Jack, of course, but it was nice to have the bed all to himself. Daniel stretched luxuriously; moaning in pleasure as his naked skin slid across smooth cotton. He had been surprised to walk into the bedroom the night before. Daniel was used to Jack changing the bedding, they needed to... often, but he could not recall seeing this particular set before, in fact it looked new, it was so pristine white.

A shaft of sunlight speared Daniel's closed eyes and he cranked one open to greet the morning.

"Good Afternoon."

"WHAAA..." Daniel sat bolt upright and stared at a complacently smiling Jack who was standing next to some equipment that looked like it had walked off a Steven Spielberg set. Daniel fumbled for his glasses and took a real look.

It WAS something that had walked off a Steven Spielberg set!

"What the fuck!?"

"I thought we could make a home movie." Jack's neutral tone instantly started alarm bells ringing in Daniel's head.

"What kind of movie?"

Jack grinned irrepressibly. "Why, the same kind as your eyes, babe."

The warning bells were still sounding; Daniel hadn't a clue what Jack was whittering on about.

"Huh?"

"Blue, Daniel, blue."

"No Jack!"

"But Daniel...C'mon, it'll be fun."

"Not for me; I'm not doing it."

"Don't be a party pooper, it'll be hot. When we're old, grey and senile and we can't get it up anymore, we can watch it and remember the good times...the very good times." Jack's voice had lowered to his most persuasive and breathy whisper that would melt the hardest of icy hearts. Fortunately for Daniel he was totally immune to the considerable charm...er...completely and definitely immune.

"Jack, you're already old and grey and don't get me started on senile. Also, I seem to recall you had trouble getting it up..." Daniel trailed off as Jack turned the full glare of hurt brown eyes on him...Crap; he had problems resisting the eyes.

"Okay," he sighed, "bad example."

"Ya think?" replied Jack witheringly. "We had just fucked our way through every room in the house, I don't remember you having much snap left in your snake either."

Daniel grinned at his seething lover. "I don't know about that. I think you looked pretty damned sexy when you're prostrated and limp with an ice bag clutched to your..." Daniel indicated Jack's groin, which had the older man defensively grabbing his cock through the black denim he wore.

"Slut!" he remarked fondly. " Don't start something you can't finish."

Daniel opened his blue eyes guilelessly and fluttered his eyelashes rapidly. "I always make you finish Jack," he whispered seductively.

Jack swallowed; Damn! but when Daniel did that, he was toast - burned toast.

"Please, Daniel, it'll be just for you and me. I promise."

Daniel gave the idea some consideration. "I might be completely insane, but the idea is kinda hot. It had better not end up in Ferretti's hockey collection though."

Jack hooted in triumph and dashed over to press a swift kiss to his lover's lips and then rushed back to the camera and started fiddling with knobs. He stopped briefly to nonchalantly toss a piece of paper onto the bed.

"What's this?"

"Your lines."

"Lines!" Daniel echoed stupidly. Was he dreaming? No! He was having a nightmare. He quickly scanned the crumpled, grubby paper. "Are you fucking joking?"

Jack looked wounded, "I've been working on them all week. They'll be a big turn on."

"Not for me they won't. If you think I'm calling you Sir anywhere, let alone in bed, you have another think coming, which incidentally, will be the only thing coming. What the hell does this say? F...f...fieldrations?"

A tide of pink heat washed across Jack's face. "Fellatio."

Daniel fell back onto the bed and howled with laughter. "That's not how you spell fellatio," he spluttered as he lifted his glasses to mop his streaming eyes with a corner of the sheet. "What lame assed crap have you been watching to get dialogue this bad? I mean who on earth came up with, "just take me you devil spawned love monkey?"

Jack avoided Daniel's knowing eyes.

"If we are going to have dialogue let's at least call a dick a dick. Have you ever heard anyone say, 'I need fellatio?' I mean leaving aside that it's Latin in origin, which is nirvana for linguists, it's hardly sexy. What's wrong with 'suck me off' or 'blow me'?"

"I just wanted it not to be sleazy."

Daniel got up off the bed and strolled over to his abashed SO. He kissed Jack softly, looking into his eyes. "It's never, ever been sleazy between us. Dirty and even downright filthy sometimes, but always, always perfect. Never doubt that."

Jack swallowed painfully and Daniel decided to lighten the mood.

"Where did you get this stuff from, anyway?"

"Its amazing what you can sneak off the mountain when you're a General." At Daniel's sceptical glance, Jack laughed. "It's okay, I just have to return it tomorrow. The camera is completely idiot proof too."

"Ahhh, but is it Jack proof?"

Jack flashed his most engaging grin. "Well, I'll just have to work out any kinks that crop up. We may need to have a couple of re-takes though, just to make sure it's really right," he murmured throatily.

A bolt of desire ripped through Daniel at Jack's words.

"It looks like something's definitely cropped up already Danny-boy. It would be a shame to waste it."

Jack, checked that the camera was gonna get all the action and flipped a switch which set it working. He grabbed his lover by the shoulders and backed him to the bed.

"We have the lights and the camera. Now here comes the action," he breathed

"Hey! Who says you get to top?" pouted Daniel.

"You wanna be the first to wave your ass on camera?"

"Good point."

Jack gave Daniel a push that had him sprawling naked on the bed.

"An invitation to sin if ever I saw one."

Daniel smiled up, almost shyly. "Strip for me, Jack...slowly."

With languorously drawn out movements, Jack undid the buttons on his shirt one by one and just let the shirt fall from his shoulders to hang loosely from his wrists, baring his toned, tanned torso to Daniel's riveted gaze.

Jack ran his hands over his chest and down to his belt.

"Let me," husked Daniel, kneeling up abruptly. He allowed his hands to meander over Jack's skin, before fumbling for the buckle. Daniel's fingers were clumsy and shaking, his face tight with need as he opened the buttons on the tight Levi's. Finally, he popped the last one and shoved the jeans down, letting Jack's flushed and begging erection spring free.

Daniel got off the bed and tenderly slid the denim first down one long leg and then the other. Jack's breathing was harshly guttural, as he buried one of his hands into his lover's hair and tugged him up. Jack lovingly cradled Daniel's cheek, before removing his glasses, the one last barrier between them. Their mouths met in a clash of lips, tongues and teeth, ravaging the very breath out of their bodies.

They fell onto the bed, rolling around it, like a boat tossed by waves in stormy seas. The sheets tangled with their slick bodies and the bed springs squealed as the two lovers wrestled for supremacy in vain. They were both the victors and they knew it, but it was so much fun and sexy as fucking hell!

Finally, the movements slowed and their bodies gentled. They kissed unhurriedly now - yet deeper, more intensely and passionately.

All was quiet in the bedroom as Jack spread Daniel's legs, bent them at the knees and hooked them over his shoulders. Daniel grasped the brass railings of the bedstead and braced himself for his lover's thrust. There was a moment of absolute stillness and silence, only broken by the whirring of the camera as it recorded each intimate detail.

Nothing happened.

Daniel looked up at Jack, still poised above him.

"What's up?" he whispered.

"Not fucking me, that's for sure," gritted Jack.

"WHAT?"

"I heard the fucking camera and my snap went AWOL."

"Are you fucking joking?"

"No, look for yourself."

"FUCK! Talk about killing the mood. Lie Down."

"WHAT?"

"If you think I'm letting some camera stop me getting off, you're wrong."

"But...Daniel!"

"Have I ever told you, I'm a method actor, Jack?"

Finis

Author's Note: Thanks for reading:-)