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Jack groaned slightly, pulling away from Daniel’s helping hand as they made their way down Jack’s hallway and into his bedroom. “I got it from here,” Jack groused.
“You don’t, Jack.” Daniel refused to let Jack pull out of his grip entirely.
Jack glared at him. “I fucked up my knee, I didn’t die. Quit mothering me.” Daniel’s eyebrows jogged up toward his hairline, but he didn’t reply. Instead, he turned them into Jack’s bedroom and gently lowered Jack to sit on his bed. Daniel fell to his knees to help take off Jack’s boots and socks, and Jack groaned again. “Daniel.”
“It’s fine, Jack. Just let me help you,” Daniel dropped a kiss against the inside of Jack’s calf.
“I don’t need your help, Daniel” Jack’s tone was unmistakable. He was angry, he was frustrated, and he was embarrassed.
Daniel sat back on his heels, watching Jack carefully and trying not to let too much of his own defensiveness slip into his expression. “The hell is your problem?”
“Nuthin’.” Jack grumbled, head falling back slightly as if asking the ceiling for patience.
Daniel would have believed him a few years ago. Actually, that wasn’t true, but he would’ve let it slide a few years ago. They’d gone through too much together since then for Daniel to let it go any more. He snorted and replied, “Bullshit.”
Jack ran a hand over his face and finally looked down to meet Daniel’s eyes. “I’m an old man, Daniel. An old man who is falling apart. You don’t need to be here, or with me. Just… go.” He gave a dismissive wave of his hand and turned to stare out the window.
Daniel saw the moment that Jack’s brain caught up with his words. The moment when Jack’s own heart shattered like glass at his insistence that Daniel shouldn't be with him. The pain in his eyes was sharp and deep for a moment, and then immediately shuttered as Jack placed it behind the barricade that surrounded his deepest emotions.
Daniel closed his eyes and breathed deeply, suppressing the urge to yell. Jack was in pain, in more ways than one, and was lashing out. He needed Daniel when he was like this more than any other time. Jack, for all his strength, could also be one of the most vulnerable people that Daniel had ever met. If Daniel expressed exactly how mad he made him at times like this then that vulnerability had the potential of shutting down forever.
Daniel stood, pushing off his own boots and socks with his toes. He placed his hand gently on Jack’s cheek, but didn’t force him to look at him. “You’re an idiot, Jack. I’m not going anywhere.”
He felt a fragment of the tension leave Jack, and silently breathed out in relief. Okay, so he wasn’t going to be insanely stubborn about this. That was good. Daniel reached down to the hem of Jack’s t-shirt and pulled it up and over Jack’s head. Jack moved his arms up to help, automatically complying with the unspoken instruction. Again a good sign. Daniel considered trying to remove Jacks’ pants, but knew that in his current mental state, and with the pain he was in, that was probably a bad idea. He was wearing sweats, anyway. Janet had sent Daniel to get them when it was clear that Jack’s knee was going to be recovering for a while. So at least he’d be comfortable. Daniel pressed a kiss gently to Jack’s temple and whispered, “Lay down.”
Jack rolled his eyes at Daniel’s request, but complied anyway. He slid up the bed, laying back on the pillows. His eyes immediately slipped closed.
“When are your next pain meds due?” Daniel ran his hand soothingly along Jack’s arm.
Jack scoffed. “Too long away.”
“When, Jack?” Daniel pressed. He knew how to play this game.
Jack groaned and opened one eye to peer at his watch. “An hour.”
“Okay. So we have a bit of time,” Daniel murmured, and then climbed gently on top of Jack, straddling his thighs.
Jack’s eyes flew open, finding Daniel’s immediately and locking there. His brown depths searched Daniel’s face. “Time for what? I’m absolutely not up for being fucked, Danny boy.”
Daniel sighed. He leaned carefully over Jack and kissed along his jawline gently. “You know, Jack, you’re a pain in the ass. But I love you anyway.”
Jack made a dismissive noise and Daniel smiled. “Yes, exactly. You think that you’re old and incapable and impotent.”
“Never said impotent,” Jack muttered. Daniel ignored him.
“But you are gorgeous, fit, and not that much older than me. So I’m going to show you exactly how much I love this body of yours.” Daniel’s lips moved from Jack’s jaw to drag softly down his neck.
Jack shivered at the contact, turning his head to let Daniel have better access, but he smirked, sarcasm dripping from his voice as he intoned, “Oh yes, I’m the pillar of a virile male.”
Daniel ignored the sarcasm and intentionally dropped his voice several octaves, drawling, “You are definitely virile, I can attest to that.”
Finally, Jack’s armour cracked and he gasped, goosebumps breaking out down the back of his neck. Daniel grinned, victorious, and licked a stripe from Jack’s Adam’s apple up to his pulse point. He shifted his weight back slightly so that he was resting on Jack’s thighs, and skimmed his hands lightly up Jack’s sides, feeling his obliques tense at the sensation. It made Daniel bite his lip, suppressing the whine of want that threatened to escape.
“You, Colonel Jack O’Neill, are hot.” Daniel felt Jack tense underneath him, and cut him off at the pass. “Shut it, I’m talking and you’re listening.” He could practically feel Jack roll his eyes at him, but he continued nonetheless. “I know you don’t believe me, but you are. The way you move is delicious. I know you’ll dismiss this as special ops training, but when I tell you that you move with nothing but sinew and grace in the field, I’m actually underselling it.” Daniel’s fingers traced across Jack’s chest, following the dips and planes with rapt attention. “It never fails to make me want you.”
Continuing to move his lips against Jack’s skin, Daniel ran his fingers through Jack’s hair. “Your body makes me writhe with want, it makes me beg for more, it makes me thank every non-existent God that I found you every damn day. It holds me when I’m down, it supports me when I stumble, it houses the most incredible man I’ve ever met.”
Daniel decided to shut up for a while, then. Jack had a tendency to stop listening if he talked too much, and he always did say that actions speak louder than words. And this was for Jack, after all. Time to speak his language. He left one hand wound in Jack’s hair, and moved the other slowly down his side, trailing lightly with his fingertips before reversing this path and tracing back up. Daniel’s lips kissed slowly from Jack’s ear down his jawline, past his neck and then down to envelop one nipple. He laved and sucked, teeth catching occasionally as he gave it the attention it deserved, before slowly moving across his chest to the other. His hand replaced his mouth, and Jack gasped, bucking up slightly. “Daniel,” he breathed.
Smiling around the nub between his teeth, Daniel hummed in question, then pulled back a little, sitting up and letting both his hands rest against Jack’s pectoral muscles. “Yes, Jack?”
“More,” Jack moaned.
“Not yet.” Daniel smiled sweetly, and then leaned back down, tongue swirling across Jack’s chest and dipping into his navel. His hands travelled firmly up and down Jack’s body now, stroking over skin with insistence and intention. There was a light sheen of sweat over Jack’s body and it made Daniel slightly crazy with lust.
Jack, starting to lose his patience, reached down to wind his hands through Daniel’s hair. Daniel sat up immediately, tsking. “I’m making sure your body knows how much I love it. Don’t interrupt, it's rude.” He gripped Jack’s wrists and pushed them up, pinning them gently above Jack’s head. “Leave them there,” Daniel ordered, and watched as Jack’s hazy eyes darkened at being told what to do.
Daniel slowly withdrew his hands, trailing them down over Jack’s arms, stroking over his biceps and triceps. Then he moved up and followed the path of each hand with his lips. Jack was twitching and panting underneath him but, to his credit, he didn’t move his arms. Instead, he made a slightly desperate noise and breathed, “Daniel.”
Daniel smirked, and slid backwards down Jack’s legs, careful to take his weight on his knees to avoid putting pressure on Jack’s. He looped his fingers into Jack’s waistband and slowly pulled his sweats down as he moved. Positioning himself between Jack’s legs, he removed one leg from the confines of his sweats, then the other, and tossed them aside. Daniel ran his hands up and down Jack’s legs, avoiding any pressure at all on his damaged knee. He was intentionally avoiding the one place that Jack wanted him to touch him the most, and Jack was glaring at him from the top of the bed.
Still smirking, Daniel dropped his lips to Jack’s ankle, and started kissing his way up the inside of his calf, skipping his knee, then switched to kitten licks as he got to his thigh, inching his way closer and closer and closer… “Daniel.” Jack sounded hoarse now. Daniel looked up at him through his lashes, then dropped back down the bed to repeat the process on Jack’s other leg. “Fuck. Daniel!”
Licking a stripe up the inside of Jack’s thigh, Daniel pulled up to look at him. “Patience, Jack. I’m showing you what your body can do. How much it means to me.”
“I fucking get it, Daniel!” Jack half sat up. Daniel slid quickly and deftly back up his body, pinning him to the bed as he sat on his stomach.
“Lay still.” Daniel’s hands ran back up Jack’s body, and down again, trying to get him to relax. Jack groaned and flopped back on the bed, shooting daggers at Daniel with his eyes.
Daniel smiled. Okay, he’d made his point. Sliding back down to sit on Jack’s legs, he took his red, hard, leaking cock in hand and started a firm rhythm. The steel in Jack’s eyes immediately melted into a molten pool as he watched Daniel pleasure him.
Daniel climbed off the bed and quickly stripped before resuming his place on Jack’s thighs. Grabbing the lube from the bedside table, Daniel covered the fingers of one hand and moved them between his own legs, slipping a finger past his tight ring of muscle easily. He continued stroking Jack as he opened himself up, body more than willing to give way for the man under him. He added another finger and scissored them immediately, not willing to wait any longer. He’d been teasing himself as much as he had Jack, and he was done waiting.
He positioned himself over Jack, and then lowered himself, impaling his body on Jack’s cock. He moaned, head thrown back, as Jack’s length filled him and touched that place inside him that made him see stars.
“You want to see what your body can do, Jack?” Daniel sounded wanton.
Jack’s eyes were locked onto Daniel, intense fire burning. “Show me.”
“With pleasure.” Daniel started a brutal pace on Jack’s cock, riding him hard. He fucked himself down onto Jack’s length, balls slapping against Jack’s pelvis. He angled his hips so that he was pistoning Jack’s cock directly into his prostate and he kept it up, never pausing and never hesitating. “You drive me wild, Jack. Everything about you makes me hard. And your cock? God, I love it. You have no idea. And right now it’s gonna make me come so hard-” He had to cut himself off with a moan as one particularly hard downward movement sliced pleasure straight through his body. “Fuck, Jack!”
Daniel let his hands wander again; over every part of Jack’s body that he could reach. He let the fingers catch in the longer sections of hair, he grazed nails across skin, he pinched nipples and squeezed muscles and god he was so close. “That’s it,” he breathed to himself as he pounded harder and faster, chasing his release. Jack reached down to grip his hips, helping him fuck himself down on Jack’s hard length and that was all it took for Daniel to come apart completely. He came with a shout, neglected cock twitching as it emptied over Jack’s chest. The tightness of Daniel around him pushed Jack to follow suit, and he came deep in Daniel’s ass, moaning.
Daniel collapsed on top of Jack, lips pressing once more against the side of his neck. “That is what your body does to me, old man. Don’t ever forget it.”