Shimmer

by Pie

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Summary: Challenge response set on Pepe's Place. Flashfic *1. To write a fic in less than 1600 words to Nicci's glorious Manip of J/D at Sunrise. Daniel is feeling cold, like ice. What is it about the sun that warms him up?

Daniel was spellbound.

He gazed into the fathomless depths of the crystal blue water, watching in rapt fascination as light shimmered and danced it's way along the undulating ripples, sending out a blatant invitation. He yearned to immerse himself in the welcoming waves; allow them to carry him away, forever and a day.

Daniel smiled wistfully to himself at the unaccustomed whimsy of his thoughts; he scanned the horizon on either side of him; no one was about. It was a geographical representation of his feelings. Sometimes, even in a packed room he felt alone; detached and remote, like he was covered in ice. People could reach out and touch the ice but not the living, breathing Daniel.

He shook his head to clear it. Although it was very early, he could tell it was going to be a beautiful day. He would not give himself over to brooding introspection; he was determined to have only pleasant thoughts today.

He could skinny dip.

Who the hell would know?

Suddenly, he was seized by strong arms and pulled against a warm, lean body.

Okay - Jack would know, but he should not have any real objections, especially to the skinny part.

"Hey, I woke up and you weren't with me." Jack used his best wheedling tone. "I was cold...and lonely."

Daniel did not answer.

Jack sighed with contentment as his eyes took in the majestic view that the newly risen sun was daubing with rich, golden colour. He tightened his grip on Daniel and nuzzled his cheek. "Now isn't that just something? Worth coming all this way for, wouldn't you say?"

Daniel still remained silent but turned within the circle of strong arms and kissed Jack passionately, using his mouth and tongue to express his simmering desire.

"Whoa there, tiger. I happen to know that sex on sandy beaches gives a new and painful definition to the meaning of friction."

"I don't fucking care. I want you. Now."

"But I thought we could watch the sun come up, here on the beach. Do something romantic."

"Fuck romantic. I want you to do me. Long and hard and deep."

Daniel cupped Jack's hardening cock, massaging its length through the thick denim. "I want to feel this inside me, claiming me, possessing me, riding me hard. I want to ache for days. I want to scream and curse. Buck and writhe. I want you to fuck me, Jack."

Jack exhaled shakily. "I'm gonna fucking explode if you say one more word. Not one more fucking word, Daniel."

They fell into each other, kissing and biting, sucking and licking as both fought for supremacy. Jack thwarted Daniel's attempt to pull him down on to the damp sand.

"No," he rasped hoarsely. "Not here."

Daniel sprang away from him, his face a picture of frustrated lust as he stalked back to the beach house. He leapt up on to the veranda to watch Jack slowly limp after him. Obviously Jack's jeans left little room for maneuver, unlike his own looser fitting cargo pants.

Daniel smirked as he observed Jack's face. The older man was obviously trying to work out what had happened to change his usual gentle and considerate lover into this rapacious sex maniac! Daniel allowed his eyes to rest on Jack's blatant bulge and he decided to take control.

Before Jack had even made it to the top of the steps, he was grabbed and mauled, his shirt ripped aside to allow Daniel's teeth and questing hands access to the tanned skin beneath. Just as abruptly, he was then pushed away. Lust-filled, sparkling blue eyes that put the ocean to shame, gazed unwaveringly into brown eyes as their owner proceeded to strip off his clothes slowly.

"You're killing me," Jack gritted, forcefully.

All he received in answer was a sultry smile. Daniel turned around and walked over to the veranda frame, pausing only to throw a scorching glance over his shoulder at his avid lover. He gripped the top rail of the decking with outstretched hands, bending over at the waist and splaying his legs wide in a bare-assed challenge. He could sense Jack fighting for the last vestiges of his control.

Daniel wanted him here; out in the open where anyone could see them. It was so fucking dangerous, but it was pressing every one of Jack's buttons.

It was a primal need.

"Lube."

"No."

"Daniel."

"No!"

Jack wrenched open the buttons of his jeans and freed his iron hard shaft, taking it firmly in hand as he approached the waiting man. He stroked a hand down the long, curved spine that was bent for his pleasure and pushed a finger into the crease of Daniel's buttocks.

"If you want broken fingers, go right ahead. I'm not gonna last long and I will be coming hard."

"Better broken fingers than a broken dick."

"Jack, just fuck me."

Jack slid his left hand back up the sweat-slicked skin and grabbed as much of Daniel's hair as possible. He spat into his other hand and coated his cock before guiding it to Daniel's entrance.

"Lets see if you can play as tough as you talk."

With one sure plunge, Jack took Daniel.

Deep.

"Oh God. Oh Christ. That hurts so fucking good. Give me more, Jack. I need more."

"More!"

Jack began to hammer huge thrusts into Daniel's gripping heat; over and over. Daniel was in a maelstrom of ecstasy, so filled, so pleasured.

So godamn used.

One hand tangled in his hair and the other was bruising his hip, pulling him backwards onto Jack's driving cock. Every relentless stroke was striking Daniel's prostrate making him scream in agonised euphoria.

"Yes! I need you to break the ice, Jack."

Thrust.

"Smash it."

Thrust.

"Shatter it."

Thrust.

"Fucking pulverise it."

Daniel managed to unlock his white knuckled grip on the rail and grasp his leaking dick, stroking it in time with Jack's forceful jabs. They were both so close; he could feel the scalding heat inside him swelling impossibly larger.

He could hear Jack.

How tight Daniel was.

How hot.

How fucking perfect.

It was like a prayer, a litany, urging Daniel on and on.

He could feel Jack everywhere.

Jack howled as Daniel reflexively clenched his ass muscles in a vain attempt to stop himself coming.

"Fuck. You're squeezing me dry. Fuck." Jack grabbed both of Daniel's hips and attempted to climb into his skin

Daniel could feel an irresistible tide of molten heat pulsing through his body, melting the ice that encased him and kept him apart from normal human contact. He needed Jack who was like the ocean waves that crashed upon the sand.

A force of nature.

Nothing was the same afterwards.

He fundamentally changed Daniel. For the better.

Daniel screamed again in exhilaration and threw his head back. The white flashes in front of his eyes did not totally obscure the sight of the crystal blue water across the sandy beach - it was hypnotising. The shimmering ripples seemed to grow and fill the horizon until it was all he could see.

"Dr. Jackson. Is there some sort of problem?"

Daniel looked around in confusion; he knew that voice.

"Dr Jackson. Are you okay, son? SG-1 have a go. Do you need to abort?"

Daniel looked up at the control room into General Hammond's benign, puzzled face. Oh God! Please don't say he'd been fantasising in the fucking gateroom!

His three team-mates were looking at him with varying levels of concern from the top of the ramp.

"No Sir," he stuttered weakly. "I'm fine...I was just thinking about the mission."

"Okay, Dr Jackson, you have a go."

Daniel watched as Sam and Teal'c entered the wormhole. Jack waited for him with a quizzical expression.

"Daydreaming, Danny-boy?" he teased, laughing as he too plunged into the event horizon.

Daniel reached out a hand to touch the dazzling, incandescent blue pool with awed reverence.

"Just wondering if the sunrise can melt ice, Jack," he whispered as he followed.

Author's Note: Thanks for reading:-)