Hungry!

by Pie

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Summary: Before Jack and Cam take their little flight in the F-302, what have the General and Daniel been up to? My take on why Jack looks like the flight is tame compared to a ride he's already had.
Info: I've resurrected Pie for this fic, cos it's defintely one of hers as opposed to my other more serious nom de plume LOL! There's no plot, its frippery and fun and I make no apologies for that. I had a good time writing it and I hope you have an equally good time reading it.

Daniel allowed himself the luxury of permitting his true feelings to show. Jack saw through the pretence, saw through whole Dr. Jackson mythology and saw him, one rather ordinary, common or garden genius just trying his best in an extraordinary universe.

"I don't think I would say this to anyone else, but for the first time, I'm scared."

He gave his customary self deprecating twitch of his lips and sidled his eyes away from Jack's concerned face. He missed Jack...terribly. General O'Neill went to Washington and Dr. Jackson had been going to the Pegasus Galaxy. Pique had certainly not played any part in his decision to put several million light years between them.

Definitely, categorically not!

They had been too long apart and Daniel ached for Jack. Just thinking about the stubborn, irritating sonovabitch made him disconcertingly both furiously angry and rock hard. As much as he wanted to go on the Deadalus, his reaction had been cranked waaaay up for the fascinated audience in the infirmary and in reality he could have kissed Vala for making him miss taking that one irrevocable step away from the silver haired bastard.

"I'm hungry."

Daniel looked at him in surprise and gratitude, Jack had a way of just cutting through the crap and making it all seem...doable. Daniel supposed his buttons should be harder to press and he ought to be playing much more difficult to get, but life was just too fucking short and he wasn't exactly sure when he was next due to die. He hadn't got his rocks off in a way that hadn't involved his right hand for far too long and besides he was a guy and he wasn't going to turn down a fuck for nothing or nobody, not even if the Furlings decided to march two by two through the stargate. Jack really shouldn't turn up in his office wearing his dress blues and looking so fuckably hot. Daniel was not a saint, he was merely human and he wanted Jack. Jack wanted him. It was a no brainer. Daniel gave a more genuine smile and replied huskily.

"Me too."

And Daniel, although not sure where they were heading, meekly followed the General from his office and ogled Jack's blue covered ass the entire way.

Abruptly, a hand snagged his jacket and tugged him into a small, confined and darkened place. One of the numerous storage closets scattered around base, Daniel recognised vaguely as he was pushed against a convenient shelf. An imp of mischief flared as he peered myopically about.

"Doesn't look like the commissary," Daniel challenged softly, "and I thought you were hungry."

A deep, throaty chuckle echoed and vibrated in his ear. "Oh I intend to gorge myself Danny, make no mistake. I'm going to hell with gluttony, but I intend to visit heaven on the way there." Jack pressed up against Daniel, hot, heavy and everywhere. "Several times."

Whorling his fingertips through the shaggy whiskers, Jack allowed his calloused trigger finger to snag and pull at the fine, auburn hair. It was incredibly erotic. "The beard is a turn on," he murmured hoarsely. "What's the deal?"

"No-one to shave for."

"Ooooh Dr. Jackson. Get you!"

"Besides, I've heard that Mitchell and I..."

Jack's eyes narrowed. "Mitchell and you what?"

"...kinda look alike." One or two people had mentioned it. Vala, Sam, Walter, Siler, Dr. Lam, Bill Lee, General Landry, a couple of the tech guys, most of the nurses and all the commissary staff to be precise. In fact Daniel had even asked Teal'c about the supposed similarity but the Jaffa had only remarked that in his opinion all Tauris looked alike anyway. Daniel did not think he was kidding.

"Nah," replied Jack, removing Daniel's glasses and staring closely. "I can't see it."

God he'd missed Jack!

"That Bala bitch isn't likely to come a calling anytime soon is she?"

Okay, maybe he hadn't missed him all that much.

Daniel squinted forbiddingly at the unrepentant general. "You know damn well her name is Vala and I've never yet bought the stupid colonel act so why you keep trying it on is beyond me."

Jack quirked a scarred brow. "Me general," he smirked."

"You are a fucking pain in the ass! But to answer your question we should be okay, the bracelets are off."

"Landry told me what's been going on. I want to kick her back through the gate, preferably somewhere really inhospitable, Netu should do it."

"Jack!"

"The minute my back is turned, some overly hormonal, alien stalker appears. My Daniel indeed!"

"Jack."

"And another thing..."

Daniel halted Jack's tirade by simply slanting his mouth over the general's.

"Hmmmph...Daniel...Mmmm."

"Shut up, Jack."

"Are you sure you want this, Daniel? I kinda thought you might have given up on me."

"Don't be stupid, Jack. I've never given up on you, not even when I was dead."

"Or ascended?"

Daniel nodded firmly. "Especially not when ascended."

Jack crowded closer. "It feels like bits of you are ascending right this minute."

"Hmm... yeah well it's been a while."

"Three months, two weeks and five days."

Daniel's eyebrows and cock jerked and his jaw dropped with surprise and aroused gratification. He thought he'd be the only one anal enough to cross out the days on the calendar since 'My Last Fuck With Jack.' Daniel thought it had the potential to be a best selling book title.

"Seventeen hours, thirty-five minutes and about ummm....forty seconds. Better close that mouth now, or I won't be answerable for the consequences ya know and stop with the pouting."

"I'm hungry, Jack," Daniel moaned as Jack suckled at his throat.

"Yeah me too. I'm famished." A nibble to Daniel's chin.

"Starving." A lick of his cheek.

"Voracious." A nip at his nose.

"Ravenous." A gentle bite to his lips and then Jack was doing his best to eat Daniel's tongue, which was proving slightly difficult what with Daniel trying to suck out his tonsils.

Unseen items got knocked from the shelves as they frantically groped each other. Frenzied and clumsy, but hot as hell, as they grappled and heaved and thrust, breath hitching, hearts pounding, sweat pouring.

Daniel fell back gasping for air and found himself sprawled on the floor, with a grinning Jack leering above him.

"Much better Danny, I'm pretty sure my knees couldn't take the floor."

Daniel felt a draught of cool air hit his fiery, slippery cock as Jack fumbled with his BDU's and then hot breath blew over his susceptible flesh. Daniel cried out, it had been so long, so long since he had felt Jack's mouth on him. No-one had ever made him feel like this. No-one. Just Jack.

"Shh, Danny, shh." Whispered Jack in the dark.

"Jack," Daniel groaned, "I'm not gonna..."

"It's okay."

Jack lasciviously licked Daniel's cock from root to tip, allowing his tongue to dance on the heated skin. Without warning he plunged his mouth over the straining shaft and gave a long, slow suck, burying his nose into Daniel's crisp, crotch hair. Sliding his lips back, Jack took a steadying breath, gripped Daniel's hips with both hands and repeated his ministrations, bobbing his head back and forth, faster and faster. He loved the taste of Daniel, the feel of him and the sight of him losing it completely and knowing he, Jack O'Neill, was responsible made him lose it too.

Drool ran out of the side of Daniel's gaping mouth and into his beard as he jerked his head from side to side. The sensations that Jack was creating were just too much, he could feel his hips stuttering and however much he screwed up his face and tried to stop them, he couldn't. It was a physical impossibility. It wasn't that Daniel's spine felt like it was melting, but more like it was gonna explode exactly the same time the top of his head blew off. He always tried to halt the impending orgasm, always tried to writhe away from the ecstatic agony, always felt that it couldn't, wouldn't happen for him, always tried his damndest to stop the guttural cries that crowded his throat and demanded release and he always, always begged Jack to stop, don't stop, stop, don't stop, dammit!

Just as Daniel felt his heart was going to stop, he blew, gasping his release as Jack slurped and swallowed all he had to give. Drained, limp and boneless, Daniel slumped. "God." he managed weakly.

"Not God, general." Jack replied with a shit eating, very smug grin.

"Actually, it was just a statement of general satisfaction." Daniel husked with a gentle smile.

"I miss you."

"J..Jack!"

"More than I thought I would. Much more than I thought possible." Jack looked slightly shamefaced by the admission.

"I miss you too." Warm brown eyes above a very tender smile widened in surprise at Daniel's confession.

"Washington's not that far away, ya know and I think my committees are gonna need a lot of intel from Dr. Jackson. Lots!" Jack beamed.

"I wish you were only a wormhole away." Daniel's tone was wistful.

"And I know I'm gonna have to be more hands on here, what with the Ori and everything. You're...Landry's going to need my help."

"Sorry."

"For what?" Jack asked startled.

"Well...umm...I got off and you..."

"Don't you know what you do to me, Daniel? Besides that was just the Hors D'ouvres. What say we blow this popsicle stand, go to yours and finish dinner. I'm still hungry."

Daniel felt instantly revived, "I guess there's still the fish course," he offered demurely.

"Sureyoubetcha. Soup."

"Sorbet."

"Entree."

"Salad Course."

Jack's voice dropped to a husky rasp. "Dessert."

"Dessert Wine."

"Cheese & Biscuits."

"Port."

"Brandy."

"Coffee."

Jack leaned down to nibble Daniel's ear, "When we've got through all those courses, you know what we'll be ready for?"

"No. What?"

"Breakfast."

Finis.

Author's Note: Thanks for reading:-)