Part One is here.
Part Two is here.
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Part Two is here.
Part Three
Daniel looked both ways before slipping quietly down the hall, headed for his own personal hiding spot on level 24. There wasn’t much cause for people to be here; the halls were often deserted even during the busiest of days. One hall by the elevators had a fair amount of traffic, but only when they needed a MALP, and since the SGC was currently in quarantine, there was no traffic in or out of the complex by elevator or Stargate, so there was no need for a MALP.
There was a machine room for repair work, and the MALP’s maintenance crew had a break room next door, but most of the floor was archive and storage. He was one of the only people who visited it regularly, along with a very small staff of archivists, all of whom Daniel knew by name. He'd been down here three or four times in the two weeks they'd been stuck here under quarantine, and he'd yet to see a soul on the entire floor.
But even the archivists never came back here. It was nothing but dusty shelves and the random assorted crap accumulated by four years of running a high security facility. They didn’t want to throw anything away, so they needed a place to shove it where it would never see the light of day.
It wasn’t as if Daniel really needed a hiding place; he was perfectly capable of barricading himself in his office when necessary, and besides Jack's and Teal’c’s lessons in self defense and combat training were paying off in more ways than one. He was much more confident in his abilities, and was much less likely to back down than he’d been when he’d first come back from Abydos. He could stand up for himself these days.
But some days he just needed a place where he could go to get a little solitude, which was always hard to find in a place like the SGC, but even more difficult these days with a good two hundred or so people trapped in a relatively small space. So he came here. Not to avoid any one person, but to avoid them all. He seriously needed to think. He heard a door close, and foot steps ahead, so he ducked down a side corridor.
He waited until whoever it was had passed, then curiously took a peek. It was Jo - he'd recognize that swagger anywhere. He frowned. Maybe swagger wasn't the right word. It wasn't bravado, just the simple knowledge that she could take care of herself, no matter what came her way.
He wondered what she was doing down here. She’d gone back to being Reynolds' second when he had been declared fit to serve again, and she’d admitted that she was glad to do it. She’d done a marvelous job as head of Security, but the title called for a colonel, and despite her clearly remarkable job under very trying circumstances, it was a lot easier for a colonel to get unwavering acceptance of his or her orders than it had been for her to do the same.
She needed a few years yet, to develop that command personality that came naturally with time and experience. She was young for her position as Reynolds' second to begin with, so for now she needed the back-up of a superior’s support to reinforce her orders. She’d develop her command style in time. Well, at least that’s what Jack said. Jack. Otherwise currently known as “The Asshole.”
He stayed in the corridor for a few minutes to make sure Jo wasn’t coming back, then headed on, rounding the corner and grabbing the door handle of the storage room he was looking for. There were no security cameras in this area, a definite blind spot that had escaped the attention of several different Security Officers in his four years at the SGC. So his entrance into the area went unnoticed.
The storage room was small, dusty and filled with parts of Ancient or other alien equipment that had been discarded as useless or broken, but that the powers that be were unwilling to just toss. There was nothing that Area 51 wanted; many of his Archeological team’s remnants- the odds and ends that turned out to have little or no real value or significance were stored here, so he even had a perfectly logical excuse for being in the room.
He just happened to forget to turn on the light, right? And he sat in the corner chewing his pencil, snapping his flashlight on and off, just because he could. And the thermos of hot coffee was just Daniel being prepared at all times. They were running low on coffee, and he never knew when he might be forced to do without, although his own personal supply was fine as long as no one discovered where he kept it. And he’d never tell.
The dust in the room could have been problematic, but he now had regular shots for his allergies, as well as an extra antihistamine for trouble spots. And he’d taken one earlier, knowing this was where he intended to spend his afternoon. There was an old beat up sink in the opposite corner, and above it, a fluorescent light that buzzed and flickered and managed to put out approximately fifteen watts worth of lighting. That didn’t even begin to think about managing to light his dark corner. And that was just the way he wanted it.
It gave him a chance to think, without having to try too hard to block out other people’s voices in the corridor outside, if there were any, because the hum of the broken lighting fixture made a gentle white noise background that made him feel perfectly secluded. And peaceful. Hard to explain. But there it was. He liked his little corner, and he often used it to help him work out major problems. Like Jack. The Asshole.
The problem was he actually understood Jack’s problem. To an extent, at least. Beyond being an asshole that is. That part there was no excuse for - that part was just Jack. But the rest he could understand. Jack was terribly embarrassed by what he had done. He had already apologized to Daniel at least five times in the week he’d been out of the hospital, as well as at least once a day while he was in. It was getting old. But he understood it. Really he did.
What he didn’t understand was the hiding and avoiding part. That part? It pissed him off. Jack was avoiding him. In large and obvious ways. Everyone had commented on it. Everyone. Including the general. It was kind of charming in its own way that the general had dressed Jack down over his behavior, but in the long run it hadn’t helped. Jack still avoided him.
While they were separated by a glass window, Jack had spoken of touching, and kissing and yes, even apologizing, but there was also talk of touching and kissing, and that was good. Of course it could only be talk, since Jack was on the other side of the window. But the groundwork was there. There would be more, soon.
Then Jack got out of observation and into a regular bed on the ward, and the promised touching and kissing somehow managed to move a step away into “later – when we have privacy.” Okay. He could see the wisdom of that. So he kept his distance. Kept his words and his hands to himself, for the moment.
Then Jack had been released, and the talk of touching and kissing disappeared all together. Disappeared – right along with Jack. Who was suddenly playing a game of Keep Away, with Jack as the ball, to be kept away from Daniel at all costs. Daniel would see Jack in the mess and he'd wave Daniel over and make room for him at the table.
Which was fine, as long as there were three other people sitting with them, but as soon as it was just the two of them …well, just look at the time…suddenly Jack had a meeting with the general/appointment with Frasier/workout with Teal’c/video conference with the bigwigs at the Pentagon/inspection in the Officers Lounge/gotta see a man about a horse/talk to Carter about her technical gizmo thingies – there was always something. And after two weeks trapped with two hundred people in seventeen floors worth of “I’ve got nothing to do!” - Jack suddenly had more to do than the rest of the staff of the SGC combined.
He got the idea. Jack was afraid to be alone with him. He even understood it, in part. He had made a bit of a fool of himself, hadn’t he? But that didn’t mean he had the right to play with Daniel like this. He was trying hard not to let it bother him. He was sure they’d work it out sooner or later, but right now, it hurt. And he missed Jack. He wanted to just hang out and watch hockey games and eat popcorn and drink beer.
And okay, maybe all that would usually be on his list of things to avoid if possible, but right now he could use some comfort. And if that’s what he had to do to get it, then dammit, he’d do it. But first he had to figure out how to trap Jack into agreeing to cough up said comfort. And that was where he was stumped.
When Daniel heard the hand on the knob of the storage room door, he froze. If this had been a normal day in a normal week in what passed for normal here at the SGC, he would have assumed the intruder into his solitude would be Jack. Jack was the only person who’d ever found him here. But since he knew where Jack’s toy room was, the room on Level 23 that he hid in when he needed time to unwind and release some tension, he knew that Jack would keep his secret. Unless he never wanted to see his yo-yo or his gameboy again.
But this time it couldn’t be Jack, because Jack wasn’t interested in finding Daniel right now, was he? As a matter of fact, he was going out of his way to not find Daniel, so if this was Jack, then something really horrible must have happened. He slumped farther up against the wall into a pool of shadow created by shelving and the lack of lighting, and something big covered with a dirty ex-white tarp.
“Come on. It’s safe, really. I just checked it out ten minutes ago.”
“You’re sure?”
“Look at the dust on this stuff. Nobody’s been in this room in years.”
Carter took advantage of Jo’s distraction, as she took one last glance out the door before closing it quietly, to spin Jo around up against the back of the door in a move Daniel recognized from Teal’c’s self defense lessons. Jo gasped, quietly of course, then wrapped her arms around Sam’s waist, pulling her in tight against her own body.
“Oh. The woman’s got moves. I’m impressed. Where’d you learn that one?” Sam murmured something Daniel couldn’t hear into Jo’s ear, then pressed even closer up against Jo, laughing softly. “Oh, yeah? Am I gonna have to have a talk with Teal’c about this? I’m not so sure I like the idea of his putting his hands all over you like that.”
Speaking of hands, Jo’s were roaming over Sam’s back and shoulders, running up into her hair. Sam leaned back just a bit. “And exactly what gave you the idea that you had a say in where any person put their hands on my body?”
The teasing tone was light and the tilt to Sam’s head gave away the fact that she was just jerking Jo’s chain a bit. And Jo knew it, too, because she ran one hand up into Sam’s hair again, urging her head toward Jo’s as her other hand slipped low, just below the waist into the dip in the small of her back, pulling her even closer as she murmured. “Oh, I think I figured that one out the first time you did something like this.”
Their lips met, and Daniel was a little disappointed that so much of Sam’s back was to him that he really couldn’t get a good look at what seemed like quite an intense kiss. Then he realized what he was doing and closed his eyes, wondering how low he’d sunk to be experiencing love vicariously through Sam and Jo.
Damn Jack, anyway. He needed to stop this before it went any further. The last thing he wanted was to embarrass himself or the two of them by being an unintentional voyeur into their passion. He tried to come up with a graceful way to do this without just popping out from the shadows and saying surprise! Which wasn’t likely to be a smart move with a special ops trained soldier in the room. Especially since she was the only one currently wearing a gun.
“I have to admit, I’ve just about reached the end of my rope.” Jo pulled a fast move, and suddenly Sam was up against the door, and Jo was pressed up against her, one knee sliding between Sam’s legs as she nibbled on Sam’s ear.
Sam cocked her head to one side, to give Jo plenty of room to explore. “I know what you mean. If one more person interrupts me – just one more, I’m likely to blow apart at the seams. I can’t guarantee the safety of the culprit who keeps me away from you this time. How many times have we been interrupted, now?”
“Beats me. Fifteen? Twenty? I lost count after the incident with the peaches and the exploding light fixture. I don’t ever want to see anything like that again.”
Sam grinned widely. “That was kind of disturbing, wasn't it?”
They went back to kissing then, and Daniel hesitated. Poor things were having trouble getting time together. He totally understood. Sam was in constant demand, and Jo, well, her time was pretty valuable too right now. With this many people crammed in a fairly small work environment 24/7 for three weeks now, it was no wonder tempers were frayed and the Security team in high demand.
Maybe he could just keep still for a few minutes. They couldn’t plan on being there for long. He’d just stay in the shadows and let them spend a little time together. They deserved a chance to relax for a while, spend some quality time together before one or the other got pulled away for yet another crisis.
Just about then Sam ran her hands down over the curve of Jo’s ass, and started kneading the firm globes and whispering into her ear. Jo shuddered, her arms wrapping more firmly around Sam, her hips rolling sinuously as Sam moaned, her head thrown back against the door. Jo was working on the skin beneath her ear, biting and sucking on the soft flesh, and the gasps she was drawing from Sam indicated that the woman knew what she was doing.
One hand slipped up to knead one of Sam’s breasts through the cloth of her shirt. as Jo’s mouth slid down, sucking on the juncture between Sam’s shoulder and her neck, finding the pulse point and making Sam shiver in her arms. She reached up and grabbed Jo’s head with both hands and drew her face back up so they could kiss again, Jo moaning into her mouth. Her knee pushed up firmly between Sam’s legs, pressing against her groin and causing Sam's hips to buck up against Jo’s.
Daniel blinked as he realized that Sam’s shirt was hanging open, her undershirt pushed up to show Jo’s thumb rubbing against the bare midriff. He hadn’t noticed that happening at all, and Daniel shook his head, hoping things didn’t heat up too far. He hadn’t expected quite so much passionate action, and he realized that he tended to think of Sam in terms of a sister, and it was kind of disturbing to see her in such a sensual display. It set off all his brotherly affection alarms, and he felt like charging out there and asking Jo what her intentions were in regards to his only sister.
But obviously Sam was not at all disturbed by her actions. If anything she was spurred on by them, one hand pressing against the seam of Jo’s pants, rubbing along the crack of her ass as she panted heavily into Jo’s ear. Daniel couldn’t see her other hand, but he could see Sam’s arm working between them at waist height, and he blinked when he realized she had just freed Jo’s belt, unbuttoning and unzipping her pants and letting them sag slightly as she worked one hand between the two of them.
Whoa. He’d been expecting an extended make-out session, but this encounter was fast turning heavier than he felt comfortable with. The problem was, things had moved so fast that he was now faced with an even tougher dilemma – either he stopped the proceedings right now, or he was going to have to sit here and watch the two get a lot more personal than he ever wanted to be with either of them. His instinct was to cross the floor to Jo and pull her off of Sam, and demand a full apology for treating her with such disrespect.
But he realized that Sam was likely to consider that rather a poor substitute for the raw passion that Jo was exhibiting at the moment, as she pushed up Sam's sports bra and took one nipple into her mouth, sucking firmly on it and making Sam gasp, her head falling back against the door with a thud. Jo said something against the soft flesh of Sam’s breast and Sam laughed, a low throaty sound that made Daniel shiver as he realized he might not have a problem with seeing his sister in the throes of passion after all. That had been one hell of a sexy laugh.
Daniel closed his eyes, realizing that he wasn’t going to survive this encounter without a hard-on. He was already feeling the beginnings, his cock felt heavy in his pants and he slipped one hand down to press the heel of his hand against it, closing his eyes and concentrating on naming all the parts of his pistol as he took it apart in his head, cleaning it and putting it back together again in an effort to distract himself from the proceedings.
He really couldn’t think of anything less likely to provoke an erection. But it wasn't working. The vision of Jo, pulling her head back, letting Sam’s erect nipple slip slowly from her mouth, licking across the tip, her tongue flickering fast over it as Sam gasped, her head thrown back, just made his mouth dry. He fought the urge to gasp himself, forcing himself to breathe evenly and slowly so as not to attract any attention.
He knew that it was too late to do anything now but ride the wave with the two of them and hope he could survive this without revealing himself, because he didn’t want to end up in a small crumpled ball of broken bones, and he had a feeling that at this point that’s exactly what he’d end up as if either Jo or Sam found out that he was there.
He laughed silently at the irony. Jack would give anything to be here at the moment, he was sure of that, and he would rather be most anywhere else – including bent over an examination table with Janet’s gloved finger pressing firmly into his ass. As a matter of fact, he needed to come up with another vision, because he thought a little prostate action would not be a bad thing at the moment, and that was the last thing he needed to be thinking about.
He opened his eyes to distract himself from that thought to discover Jo on her knees in front of Sam, whose pants were pooled around one ankle, her bare thighs flashing as she hooked one knee over Jo's shoulder. With the positioning of Jo’s head it looked like she was either sucking on or using her tongue on Sam's clit. Her right arm was moving in short strokes, and in his minds eye he could see Jo's fingers deep inside Sam's pussy, moving fast.
He closed his eyes again, clenching tight against the image burning on the inside of his eyelids as he listened to Sam’s low, breathy moans interspersed with occasional gasps of pleasure. Sam had one hand on Jo’s head, her fingers white with pressure, as she rubbed the other across her own breasts, pulling the nipples, rolling them between her fingers, her hips bucking slightly with the motions of Jo’s fingers inside her.
When he heard Jo’s voice, deep and sexy, muffled slightly against Sam’s flesh, he clenched his teeth and grabbed his cock to try and stave off his own orgasm. “That’s it, baby. Give it up for me. You’re so sexy like this. I want to feel you come against my lips. I want to taste your come in my mouth. Come for me.”
Her tongue and lips were too busy after that to speak any more as she moaned against Sam’s clit, and Daniel was grateful for that; he’d almost creamed his shorts when she’d told Sam to come for her. He clenched his cock tight in his fist as Sam gasped Jo’s name, her hips bucking out of her control as she ground out the word, her face transformed by her passion as she came, Jo’s hand moving rapidly. It took all Daniel’s concentration to not join her in her orgasm; his hand tight around his cock.
He found himself easing back from the brink, sighing with relief as Jo stood and they kissed, Jo's pants sagging low on her rolling hips as Sam’s hand moved rhythmically between them. He could see much less of what was going on, now, and that was good as he didn’t know if he could go through that again without creaming his fatigues, and he really didn’t want to do that, although he didn’t think it could really be any worse than being discovered with a hard-on that wouldn’t quit.
Jo’s face was buried in Sam’s neck now and he could hear her breathing from here, trembly and gasping, muffled against Sam’s skin. He worried that Sam would end up with a bruise, because it looked to Daniel like Jo was sucking hard on the spot just under Sam’s ear, as Sam murmured to her, her words too low to carry even across the short distance between them and Daniel in his dark corner.
The rhythm of Jo’s hips changed suddenly as she gasped out, muffling the noise that was trying to force its way out against Sam's neck. Daniel was impressed with her control as she ground her hips against Sam’s hand, her hard won orgasm making her muscles tense up as she froze against Sam, but her gasps against Sam’s neck the only noise she made before she collapsed against Sam’s body.
Daniel gasped a few times himself, as softly as possible, his orgasm staved off for the moment, but near enough that he realized there was no way not to come at this point. He tried to figure out a way out of his dilemma as Sam and Jo kissed, letting his envy of the two lovers calm him a bit, bring him back even farther from the edge of orgasm.
Not that he wasn’t glad they’d had time together, but it was hard to think about the time they had and not wish that he could have some of his own – just a few minutes with Jack would have been nice. Although at this point, all he’d probably do would be punch the asshole in the face, which would be a total waste of their time together. But it was what Jack deserved, damn him. Well, maybe he’d kiss him first, then clock him; he’d have to think on that one a while.
The squawk of Jo’s radio interrupted the silence, and Daniel felt himself relaxing. This was just what they’d feared, but the timing was good for him. He sighed with relief as the two moved over to the sink, where he couldn’t see what they were doing, but heard the water, and was glad they had the opportunity to freshen up before they left the room. He kept his thoughts focused on Jack – that was keeping his hard-on from going off like a teenager’s in his fist.
Jo and Sam gave each other a once over at the door, Jo’s hand caressing Sam’s hair as she brushed a few unruly strands back from Sam’s face. “Sorry our first time had to be in a dusty old storage room, Sam. I’ll do better next time, I promise.”
Sam just laughed. “I never thought I’d ever do something like this. I still can’t believe we did. All these artifacts – I’ll never be able to face Daniel without blushing. Thank goodness he won’t know what the heck I’m doing. I’d never live this one down.”
Jo laughed. “Just think of him on his knees, with the colonel’s cock in his mouth.”
“Ewww! That’s disgusting! I’ll never get that image out of my head now.”
“Exactly. You won’t have time to focus on this, you’ll be too busy trying to scrub that thought out of your mind.”
Sam shuddered as Jo checked out the hall. One more brief kiss, and Sam headed out, leaving Jo behind so they wouldn’t be seen leaving together. Jo stepped back toward the shelves, casually running her hand along an odd item or two, brushing the dust off her fingers with a frown. Daniel held his breath as she walked the aisle one row down from him. He didn’t think she could see him in the shadows, but he really didn’t want to take the chance.
Her radio squawked again, and she turned back to the door as she spoke to Colonel Reynolds, assuring him she was on her way back to his office. As the door closed behind her, Daniel finally breathed a sigh of relief. Saved by the bell/radio. Whatever. But speaking of relief, he unbuttoned his pants, pulling out his cock. He felt vaguely guilty over this, but to be honest, he really didn’t have a choice at the moment.
It didn’t take long, just a few strokes and he was coming, gasping as he finally got some relief from the pressure his balls had been complaining about for the last fifteen or twenty minutes. He sagged back against the wall for a moment, breathing deeply, then cleaned up his mess and reached for his thermos. He was in serious need of some caffeine stimulation. Anything actually, to get his mind off the thought of Jo pushing Sam up against the door, her knee pressed up tight against Sam’s cunt.
Daniel shivered. It wasn’t going to be easy to face either of them after this, but at least Jo and Sam got some time together. He was envious, but found he couldn’t actually begrudge them their time. He had some serious thinking to do though, so he was going to have to bring his thoughts into focus, somehow. If he was going to get past this barrier Jack was throwing up, he was going to have to do something drastic.
Daniel stood in the doorway and stared down at his captive. Jack was spread-eagled on his bed, wearing nothing but black leather padded restraints wrapped securely around his wrists and ankles and a black leather blindfold shaped to mold to his face. In his sleep, he had let down the almost constant guard it required to keep his cock flaccid, so his hard-on waved proudly with his breathing. It made a nice picture. Daniel couldn’t help but smile.
Jack couldn’t get away from him this time. He’d been running from Daniel since he got out of quarantine, hiding behind one excuse or other for the past two weeks. And today, when the Pentagon had approved the last of the (falsified) documents proving that the “flu-like symptoms” of the alien contagion were finally cleared and that the quarantine on the SGC could finally be lifted, Jack had run home as soon as he could, thinking he could get away from Daniel once again.
But Daniel had been ready for him this time, waiting for him here at his own house, zat in hand, and caught him before he’d even had a chance to realize there was anything wrong. Jack would either face up to his mistakes, or Daniel would leave him tied to his own bed until he was ready to do so. He was fine with it either way. “You can stop pretending, Jack. I know you’re awake.”
Jack raised his head. “Daniel? Are you alright? What happened? Where are we?”
“We’re at your place Jack; in your bedroom, where we can be comfortable.” He sat on the side of the bed, and Jack’s head moved as he followed the sound.
“Daniel, what’s going on?” He tested his bonds, pulling on the arm restraints, as Daniel smiled.
“Pull all you want, Jack. You’re not going anywhere. The restraints are very sturdy. I’ve got you, and you’re going to stay here until I say otherwise.”
“Um. Daniel, you do know that I have a flight to D.C. in the morning, don’t you?”
“Yes Jack, I know. I don’t expect this to take that long. Do you?”
“I don’t know. Why am I tied up?”
“You’ve been avoiding me, Jack. And I’m tired of it. The general told me you volunteered for this trip to D.C. Considering how much you hate these interminable Pentagon meetings, you must really be desperate to avoid me. You and I are going to have that talk you’ve been putting off for two weeks now, and you’re not leaving this room until we do. It’s about 6 p.m. so I think that ought to give us plenty of time to talk, don’t you?”
“What do you want to talk about, Daniel?”
“Stop it, Jack. You know better than that. You’ve been avoiding me for two weeks, now. Are you trying to tell me you have nothing to talk to me about?”
“No, I know I have plenty to say to you. I – I just, well - I feel really bad right now, Daniel. I’ve acted like a real ass lately, but that’s because I just don’t know what to say. How to act around you anymore. I really blew it. I know that. I still feel like there’s got to be something I can do to apologize, but I don’t know what. I don’t know what to do.”
“What do you need to apologize for, Jack? I’ve already forgiven you for the whole sex god thing. It’s not like you did it on purpose, anyway. You were under the influence, weren’t you? What could you possibly have done to stop it? I mean besides not smacking that Medicine Man upside the head with his own totem. But it’s not like you aimed at him or anything. How could you have known that animal was going to attack your boot like that? Or that the Shaman was going to try and reach for the club just as you lost your balance?”
“Is that what happened? See I never knew how he got so close to me. He was reaching for the club when I threw my arm back to try to keep my balance – Well, at least now it makes sense. Daniel?”
“Yes, Jack?”
“Any chance we can get rid of all this stuff?” He shook one wrist restraint, making the chain rattle against the wooden headboard.
“Sorry, Jack. But I don’t think so. Not until we’ve talked. I can take off the blindfold, though, if that will help.”
“That would be great.”
“Close your eyes, then.” Daniel slid the blindfold off Jack’s face, up over his head and laid it on the night stand. He ran his hand over the side of Jack’s face, and Jack sighed, turning his hand into Daniel’s caress.
Jack opened his eyes slowly, but the light wasn’t all that bright, just the orange and gold setting sun filling the room with warm hues, so Daniel didn't expect Jack would have much trouble adjusting to it. “That’s much better. Thanks. You look good.”
Daniel glanced up at him. “I do?”
“Yeah, you look like you belong here. In my bedroom.”
“Do I, now?” Jack watched him closely as he felt a flush hit his face.
Jack grinned. “I like it when you blush.” He tried to touch Daniel’s face, but came up against the wrist restraint, jerking to an abrupt halt. “Oh, yeah. You know, not that I’m objecting to the restraints, because under the right circumstances this could be pretty hot, but – why am I tied up like this again?”
Daniel rolled his eyes. “Something to do with your refusal to face me and have that ‘meaningful discussion’ you keep telling me we really need to have before we do anything. Remember that conversation? The one we had the day you got out of quarantine? The reason you’ve been avoiding me for the last two weeks?”
“Oh, right. I knew that. Really. I did.”
“So?”
“Maybe I’d have been better off with the blindfold. It might be easier that way.”
“I’ll be glad to put it back on, if that’s what you really want.”
“No, not really. I mean it would probably be easier on me, but you deserve to have me say this to your face.” He took a deep breath. “I’ve just been afraid – afraid that you wouldn't be able to forgive me for the way I acted.” He rushed on, like he knew Daniel would interrupt him, and he was right, Daniel came close, but he closed his mouth again, realizing Jack needed to get this out.
“I know you’ve forgiven me for what I’ve done, two or three times already, but I still feel uncomfortable about it. In spite of the fact that my memories have gotten a bit blurry, I still know what I did, and how much pain it caused you. Every time I see you, the guilt comes back. Every time I think about it, it almost overwhelms me how much I’ve put you through lately.
“When I see you it makes me feel worse and worse and I just feel like banging my head against the nearest wall until I pass out or you go away, which ever comes first. I know it’s totally irrational, but it’s the way I feel, and I don’t know how to deal with it any other way. I’m just so sorry Daniel. I really am.”
“I know you are, Jack. And I appreciate that. But it’s now time to get past that. That’s why you’re wearing the restraints. You can’t get away. You’re going to have to face this. I’ll stay here all night if that’s what it takes. Neither of us is going anywhere until we get this whole thing worked out. Understand?”
“Um. Maybe? So how did you manage to do this?”
“Well, Sam and Jo helped, and I borrowed the restraints from Walter.”
“Walter? That little devil. I never would have suspected half the stuff he came up with, you know? Did he tell you about-”
“Jack.”
Jack blinked up at Daniel, totally de-railed. “Yes, Daniel?”
“Shut up.”
“Okay. I can do that.”
“Good. Because now, I have a few things to say. And this time, you’re going to let me talk. You can’t run away, and if you try to argue with me, I’ll put in this handy ball gag that Walter brought by with the restraints.”
Jack looked a little alarmed by that, and Daniel smiled.
“Don’t worry, it’s been disinfected. I cleaned it quite carefully. And I will be glad to use it if I need to. Understood?”
Jack didn’t say a word, just nodded slowly. Daniel’s smile got wider. “Good.” He set the gag back on the night table, reached behind Jack, and propped a pillow up behind his head to give him a clearer view.
Daniel could tell he wanted to crack a joke or something, just to break the tension. That would be just his style, wouldn't it? But it seemed he was able to control his inner court jester and instead he simply nodded. “I’m listening, Daniel.”
“Thank you, Jack. Okay, I’ve got plans for this evening, so I’m going to keep this short.”
“Plans?”
“Did I say you could talk?”
“Sorry.”
“That’s better. I know how you feel, Jack. I know you’re upset, worried that I’m going to resent the things that you did, that I won’t be able to forgive you for the whole sex live on the air thing. But the fact is that I never held that against you. Not even when it was happening. I knew that you would never have done that of your own free will. I know you were under the influence of that crazy mutating gene of yours. I don’t blame you for any of it.
“I’m actually glad it happened. Not that everyone else got trapped in it, I’m not that cruel. But I’m glad for what it woke me up to. If it hadn’t been for this whole crazy thing, I may have never come to the realization that I wanted to be with you.
"That as much as I didn’t want to admit it, I’m crazy about you, and I think I must just be crazy, period, because I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And I know you’re not going to leave the military, so I’m resigned to putting up with all the crap that goes with hiding who we are and what we are from the rest of the world.
“Sam and Jo spent a couple of hours in here this afternoon sweeping for bugs and putting in anti-detection devices. So for tonight, it’s just the two of us.” Daniel stood up then and walked to the end of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, revealing a little bit more flesh with each button, watching Jack’s eyes as he followed Daniel's hands, and smiling as Jack's hard-on stood up even prouder than before.
“Tonight I don’t want to hear one more word about forgiveness or apologies or avoiding the facts. All I want is the two of us, in this room, and lots and lots of touching and kissing and stroking and loving and – are you getting the idea here, Jack?”
“Oh, yeah. I’m getting the idea. Um. Any chance I’ll get to do some touching, too?” He glanced up at the restraint on his wrist, cocking an eyebrow at Daniel.
“Hmmm. Well, to be honest, I kind of like things just the way they are, for now. Maybe later we can get rid of them, but for the moment…”
Daniel leaned over and ran his fingernails down the inside of Jack’s thigh, scratching lightly at the skin and hair, and raising goose bumps all over Jack’s body. He ran his eyes up and down Jack’s lean form, smiling broadly as Jack’s cock twitched, feeling like a predator sizing up his prey.
Jack swallowed – a couple of times, before he managed even a few words, his voice low and scratchy. “Oh, god, Daniel. I had no idea-” Jack watched as Daniel dropped his shirt and reached for his pants, pushing his underwear down with them, then crawling naked onto the bed between Jack’s legs until he was kneeling over him, one hand planted on either side of Jack’s head.
“So Jack. I hear there have been a few side effects of this gene mutation that Janet was unable to totally get rid of. Is that so?”
Jack blinked, creasing his brow as he tried to focus on the topic at hand. “Side effects…Oh. You mean the almost inexhaustible supply of erections I seem to have available at a moments notice? Yeah, yeah.” He glanced down at his cock, fat and heavy and standing up in the air. He finally got all the pistons firing at the same time, and his old smart ass attitude started to reassert itself.
“As a matter of fact I do seem to be able to pop a woody at the drop of a hat, lately. And it doesn’t matter whose hat or why they drop it, I can get hard and stay that way as long as I need to.”
“I see. You been practicing this maneuver, Jack?”
He shrugged casually. “Well, clinical studies and all - in the interest of science, of course. And besides, I’ve been thinking about taking on a younger lover.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah. It never hurts to have a trick or two up your sleeve, or down your boxers, if you know what I mean.”
Daniel lowered his body onto Jack’s and rubbed sinuously against him and smiled with pleasure as Jack moaned with the touch. And finally, they kissed. A real kiss. Deep and passionate, claiming and hungry, and Daniel was happy to discover Jack had been telling the truth months ago, back when this whole thing first started. He really was a good kisser. Daniel’s hips moved on their own and their hard-ons rubbed slickly up against each other as they both moaned loudly.
“Oh, yeah, Daniel. I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted this. Finally. Finally.”
Daniel pulled back enough to look into his captive’s eyes. “Did I tell you you were allowed to talk, Jack?” His voice was rough and full of passion, and brooked no argument. Jack’s eyes opened wide, his pupils so dilated with his hunger that only a small rim of brown showed, and his mouth snapped shut.
Daniel smiled, that predatory smile, as he closed in on Jack’s mouth and forced it back open with his tongue. Jack moaned as he surrendered his mouth to Daniel’s, and Daniel explored it, plundering it, taking it over and making it his own. He pulled back slightly and whispered his pleasure against Jack’s lips. “That’s more like it.”
And there were no more words for a very long time.
Jack ran underneath the helicopter blades to where Major Davis was standing.
“Welcome, sir. I trust you had a pleasant flight, despite the delays?”
He snapped off a salute. “Thank you, Major Davis. No problems at all. Did they start without me?”
“Not really, sir. The Joint Chiefs of Staff are already here, but we’re still waiting on the Secretary of Defense. He should be here in about five minutes.”
“Good. Good. I know you said that there are bathroom facilities inside the conference room, but I’d like to take a couple of minutes in the little boy’s room before I have to shake hands with all the boys with the big toys. Can you arrange that for me?” He hid his grin at the strained smile on Davis’ face. The man just really needed to learn how to relax and take a joke.
“Yes, sir. I’ll show you to the bathroom closest to the conference room where the meeting is being held.” He led the way down the stairs from the helo pad on the Pentagon’s roof, past the security guards, and down into the Pentagon proper. Jack followed him, relaxed, casual. Wouldn’t do to seem uptight at this point, would it? No matter how nervous he was.
Jack took care of business and then splashed water on his face, staring up into the mirror, his stomach tied up in knots. He hadn’t actually tried this since he’d learned how to control the ability. No opportunities to test it without letting Janet know that she hadn’t actually gotten rid of it like she thought she had.
He was taking a huge risk, here. If this didn’t work, Daniel would never forgive him. He’d never have the chance to. Jack would be locked up in Area 51 for the rest of his days, and never see Daniel again. But he needed to do this. He didn’t want Daniel to have to live a lie for the rest of his life. The man had done enough for this country already. They both had. It was time they got something for themselves. Besides, he told himself, it was just the right thing to do.
Jack waited inside until he heard Davis’ voice speaking to the Secretary of Defense, letting him know that if he stepped inside, Colonel O’Neill would be there momentarily. He dried his hands and face, then taking one last look in the mirror, he strengthened his resolve. This one is for Daniel, he thought. His stomach began to settle. This was the right thing to do, even if Daniel would disagree. That’s why he wasn’t telling him until after the fact. He grabbed his briefcase and headed out the door.
“You coming in with us, Major?”
“Yes, sir, I am. I appreciate you’re asking me to join you. I usually only find out what goes on in the closed sessions after the fact. It will be nice to be in on it from the beginning this time.”
“Well, you’ve been a loyal supporter of the SGC for a long time now, Davis. I think you deserve to find out about this first hand. And no one else knows about it, right? No listening devices or hidden video equipment?”
“No, sir. I took particular care of the arrangements myself. The room is clean and soundproofed, as requested.”
“Plenty of snack foods, sodas that kind of thing?”
“Yes, sir. I took care of everything. It’s going to be a long session, sir?”
“Oh yeah, Major. I’d say it’s gonna be a good long one. Don’t worry, though. It’ll be worth it. You have my word on that one.” He hid a grin as he thought about the dozen bottles of lube and the boxes of condoms stashed in his briefcase. That ought to hold them. He sighed when he thought about it. The Joint Chiefs of Staff were not the prettiest belles of the ball, that was for sure. And the Secretary of Defense? He repressed a shudder. Hopefully he could foist the Secretary off on Davis. If not, well he’d just have to bite the bullet. Or something. This one is for you, Daniel. Only for you.
As the guard examined their IDs, Jack took one last look down the long hall behind him. This was it. The guard passed them through and Davis held the door open for Jack. He walked through the door, his wolfish grin firmly in place as he rubbed his hands together briskly. He stepped up to the table, laying his briefcase down, but declining to sit. He glanced around at the assembled men that represented the combined power of the United States military forces and his eyes sparkled as he spoke.
"Gentlemen. Have I got news for you."
Daniel looked both ways before slipping quietly down the hall, headed for his own personal hiding spot on level 24. There wasn’t much cause for people to be here; the halls were often deserted even during the busiest of days. One hall by the elevators had a fair amount of traffic, but only when they needed a MALP, and since the SGC was currently in quarantine, there was no traffic in or out of the complex by elevator or Stargate, so there was no need for a MALP.
There was a machine room for repair work, and the MALP’s maintenance crew had a break room next door, but most of the floor was archive and storage. He was one of the only people who visited it regularly, along with a very small staff of archivists, all of whom Daniel knew by name. He'd been down here three or four times in the two weeks they'd been stuck here under quarantine, and he'd yet to see a soul on the entire floor.
But even the archivists never came back here. It was nothing but dusty shelves and the random assorted crap accumulated by four years of running a high security facility. They didn’t want to throw anything away, so they needed a place to shove it where it would never see the light of day.
It wasn’t as if Daniel really needed a hiding place; he was perfectly capable of barricading himself in his office when necessary, and besides Jack's and Teal’c’s lessons in self defense and combat training were paying off in more ways than one. He was much more confident in his abilities, and was much less likely to back down than he’d been when he’d first come back from Abydos. He could stand up for himself these days.
But some days he just needed a place where he could go to get a little solitude, which was always hard to find in a place like the SGC, but even more difficult these days with a good two hundred or so people trapped in a relatively small space. So he came here. Not to avoid any one person, but to avoid them all. He seriously needed to think. He heard a door close, and foot steps ahead, so he ducked down a side corridor.
He waited until whoever it was had passed, then curiously took a peek. It was Jo - he'd recognize that swagger anywhere. He frowned. Maybe swagger wasn't the right word. It wasn't bravado, just the simple knowledge that she could take care of herself, no matter what came her way.
He wondered what she was doing down here. She’d gone back to being Reynolds' second when he had been declared fit to serve again, and she’d admitted that she was glad to do it. She’d done a marvelous job as head of Security, but the title called for a colonel, and despite her clearly remarkable job under very trying circumstances, it was a lot easier for a colonel to get unwavering acceptance of his or her orders than it had been for her to do the same.
She needed a few years yet, to develop that command personality that came naturally with time and experience. She was young for her position as Reynolds' second to begin with, so for now she needed the back-up of a superior’s support to reinforce her orders. She’d develop her command style in time. Well, at least that’s what Jack said. Jack. Otherwise currently known as “The Asshole.”
He stayed in the corridor for a few minutes to make sure Jo wasn’t coming back, then headed on, rounding the corner and grabbing the door handle of the storage room he was looking for. There were no security cameras in this area, a definite blind spot that had escaped the attention of several different Security Officers in his four years at the SGC. So his entrance into the area went unnoticed.
The storage room was small, dusty and filled with parts of Ancient or other alien equipment that had been discarded as useless or broken, but that the powers that be were unwilling to just toss. There was nothing that Area 51 wanted; many of his Archeological team’s remnants- the odds and ends that turned out to have little or no real value or significance were stored here, so he even had a perfectly logical excuse for being in the room.
He just happened to forget to turn on the light, right? And he sat in the corner chewing his pencil, snapping his flashlight on and off, just because he could. And the thermos of hot coffee was just Daniel being prepared at all times. They were running low on coffee, and he never knew when he might be forced to do without, although his own personal supply was fine as long as no one discovered where he kept it. And he’d never tell.
The dust in the room could have been problematic, but he now had regular shots for his allergies, as well as an extra antihistamine for trouble spots. And he’d taken one earlier, knowing this was where he intended to spend his afternoon. There was an old beat up sink in the opposite corner, and above it, a fluorescent light that buzzed and flickered and managed to put out approximately fifteen watts worth of lighting. That didn’t even begin to think about managing to light his dark corner. And that was just the way he wanted it.
It gave him a chance to think, without having to try too hard to block out other people’s voices in the corridor outside, if there were any, because the hum of the broken lighting fixture made a gentle white noise background that made him feel perfectly secluded. And peaceful. Hard to explain. But there it was. He liked his little corner, and he often used it to help him work out major problems. Like Jack. The Asshole.
The problem was he actually understood Jack’s problem. To an extent, at least. Beyond being an asshole that is. That part there was no excuse for - that part was just Jack. But the rest he could understand. Jack was terribly embarrassed by what he had done. He had already apologized to Daniel at least five times in the week he’d been out of the hospital, as well as at least once a day while he was in. It was getting old. But he understood it. Really he did.
What he didn’t understand was the hiding and avoiding part. That part? It pissed him off. Jack was avoiding him. In large and obvious ways. Everyone had commented on it. Everyone. Including the general. It was kind of charming in its own way that the general had dressed Jack down over his behavior, but in the long run it hadn’t helped. Jack still avoided him.
While they were separated by a glass window, Jack had spoken of touching, and kissing and yes, even apologizing, but there was also talk of touching and kissing, and that was good. Of course it could only be talk, since Jack was on the other side of the window. But the groundwork was there. There would be more, soon.
Then Jack got out of observation and into a regular bed on the ward, and the promised touching and kissing somehow managed to move a step away into “later – when we have privacy.” Okay. He could see the wisdom of that. So he kept his distance. Kept his words and his hands to himself, for the moment.
Then Jack had been released, and the talk of touching and kissing disappeared all together. Disappeared – right along with Jack. Who was suddenly playing a game of Keep Away, with Jack as the ball, to be kept away from Daniel at all costs. Daniel would see Jack in the mess and he'd wave Daniel over and make room for him at the table.
Which was fine, as long as there were three other people sitting with them, but as soon as it was just the two of them …well, just look at the time…suddenly Jack had a meeting with the general/appointment with Frasier/workout with Teal’c/video conference with the bigwigs at the Pentagon/inspection in the Officers Lounge/gotta see a man about a horse/talk to Carter about her technical gizmo thingies – there was always something. And after two weeks trapped with two hundred people in seventeen floors worth of “I’ve got nothing to do!” - Jack suddenly had more to do than the rest of the staff of the SGC combined.
He got the idea. Jack was afraid to be alone with him. He even understood it, in part. He had made a bit of a fool of himself, hadn’t he? But that didn’t mean he had the right to play with Daniel like this. He was trying hard not to let it bother him. He was sure they’d work it out sooner or later, but right now, it hurt. And he missed Jack. He wanted to just hang out and watch hockey games and eat popcorn and drink beer.
And okay, maybe all that would usually be on his list of things to avoid if possible, but right now he could use some comfort. And if that’s what he had to do to get it, then dammit, he’d do it. But first he had to figure out how to trap Jack into agreeing to cough up said comfort. And that was where he was stumped.
When Daniel heard the hand on the knob of the storage room door, he froze. If this had been a normal day in a normal week in what passed for normal here at the SGC, he would have assumed the intruder into his solitude would be Jack. Jack was the only person who’d ever found him here. But since he knew where Jack’s toy room was, the room on Level 23 that he hid in when he needed time to unwind and release some tension, he knew that Jack would keep his secret. Unless he never wanted to see his yo-yo or his gameboy again.
But this time it couldn’t be Jack, because Jack wasn’t interested in finding Daniel right now, was he? As a matter of fact, he was going out of his way to not find Daniel, so if this was Jack, then something really horrible must have happened. He slumped farther up against the wall into a pool of shadow created by shelving and the lack of lighting, and something big covered with a dirty ex-white tarp.
“Come on. It’s safe, really. I just checked it out ten minutes ago.”
“You’re sure?”
“Look at the dust on this stuff. Nobody’s been in this room in years.”
Carter took advantage of Jo’s distraction, as she took one last glance out the door before closing it quietly, to spin Jo around up against the back of the door in a move Daniel recognized from Teal’c’s self defense lessons. Jo gasped, quietly of course, then wrapped her arms around Sam’s waist, pulling her in tight against her own body.
“Oh. The woman’s got moves. I’m impressed. Where’d you learn that one?” Sam murmured something Daniel couldn’t hear into Jo’s ear, then pressed even closer up against Jo, laughing softly. “Oh, yeah? Am I gonna have to have a talk with Teal’c about this? I’m not so sure I like the idea of his putting his hands all over you like that.”
Speaking of hands, Jo’s were roaming over Sam’s back and shoulders, running up into her hair. Sam leaned back just a bit. “And exactly what gave you the idea that you had a say in where any person put their hands on my body?”
The teasing tone was light and the tilt to Sam’s head gave away the fact that she was just jerking Jo’s chain a bit. And Jo knew it, too, because she ran one hand up into Sam’s hair again, urging her head toward Jo’s as her other hand slipped low, just below the waist into the dip in the small of her back, pulling her even closer as she murmured. “Oh, I think I figured that one out the first time you did something like this.”
Their lips met, and Daniel was a little disappointed that so much of Sam’s back was to him that he really couldn’t get a good look at what seemed like quite an intense kiss. Then he realized what he was doing and closed his eyes, wondering how low he’d sunk to be experiencing love vicariously through Sam and Jo.
Damn Jack, anyway. He needed to stop this before it went any further. The last thing he wanted was to embarrass himself or the two of them by being an unintentional voyeur into their passion. He tried to come up with a graceful way to do this without just popping out from the shadows and saying surprise! Which wasn’t likely to be a smart move with a special ops trained soldier in the room. Especially since she was the only one currently wearing a gun.
“I have to admit, I’ve just about reached the end of my rope.” Jo pulled a fast move, and suddenly Sam was up against the door, and Jo was pressed up against her, one knee sliding between Sam’s legs as she nibbled on Sam’s ear.
Sam cocked her head to one side, to give Jo plenty of room to explore. “I know what you mean. If one more person interrupts me – just one more, I’m likely to blow apart at the seams. I can’t guarantee the safety of the culprit who keeps me away from you this time. How many times have we been interrupted, now?”
“Beats me. Fifteen? Twenty? I lost count after the incident with the peaches and the exploding light fixture. I don’t ever want to see anything like that again.”
Sam grinned widely. “That was kind of disturbing, wasn't it?”
They went back to kissing then, and Daniel hesitated. Poor things were having trouble getting time together. He totally understood. Sam was in constant demand, and Jo, well, her time was pretty valuable too right now. With this many people crammed in a fairly small work environment 24/7 for three weeks now, it was no wonder tempers were frayed and the Security team in high demand.
Maybe he could just keep still for a few minutes. They couldn’t plan on being there for long. He’d just stay in the shadows and let them spend a little time together. They deserved a chance to relax for a while, spend some quality time together before one or the other got pulled away for yet another crisis.
Just about then Sam ran her hands down over the curve of Jo’s ass, and started kneading the firm globes and whispering into her ear. Jo shuddered, her arms wrapping more firmly around Sam, her hips rolling sinuously as Sam moaned, her head thrown back against the door. Jo was working on the skin beneath her ear, biting and sucking on the soft flesh, and the gasps she was drawing from Sam indicated that the woman knew what she was doing.
One hand slipped up to knead one of Sam’s breasts through the cloth of her shirt. as Jo’s mouth slid down, sucking on the juncture between Sam’s shoulder and her neck, finding the pulse point and making Sam shiver in her arms. She reached up and grabbed Jo’s head with both hands and drew her face back up so they could kiss again, Jo moaning into her mouth. Her knee pushed up firmly between Sam’s legs, pressing against her groin and causing Sam's hips to buck up against Jo’s.
Daniel blinked as he realized that Sam’s shirt was hanging open, her undershirt pushed up to show Jo’s thumb rubbing against the bare midriff. He hadn’t noticed that happening at all, and Daniel shook his head, hoping things didn’t heat up too far. He hadn’t expected quite so much passionate action, and he realized that he tended to think of Sam in terms of a sister, and it was kind of disturbing to see her in such a sensual display. It set off all his brotherly affection alarms, and he felt like charging out there and asking Jo what her intentions were in regards to his only sister.
But obviously Sam was not at all disturbed by her actions. If anything she was spurred on by them, one hand pressing against the seam of Jo’s pants, rubbing along the crack of her ass as she panted heavily into Jo’s ear. Daniel couldn’t see her other hand, but he could see Sam’s arm working between them at waist height, and he blinked when he realized she had just freed Jo’s belt, unbuttoning and unzipping her pants and letting them sag slightly as she worked one hand between the two of them.
Whoa. He’d been expecting an extended make-out session, but this encounter was fast turning heavier than he felt comfortable with. The problem was, things had moved so fast that he was now faced with an even tougher dilemma – either he stopped the proceedings right now, or he was going to have to sit here and watch the two get a lot more personal than he ever wanted to be with either of them. His instinct was to cross the floor to Jo and pull her off of Sam, and demand a full apology for treating her with such disrespect.
But he realized that Sam was likely to consider that rather a poor substitute for the raw passion that Jo was exhibiting at the moment, as she pushed up Sam's sports bra and took one nipple into her mouth, sucking firmly on it and making Sam gasp, her head falling back against the door with a thud. Jo said something against the soft flesh of Sam’s breast and Sam laughed, a low throaty sound that made Daniel shiver as he realized he might not have a problem with seeing his sister in the throes of passion after all. That had been one hell of a sexy laugh.
Daniel closed his eyes, realizing that he wasn’t going to survive this encounter without a hard-on. He was already feeling the beginnings, his cock felt heavy in his pants and he slipped one hand down to press the heel of his hand against it, closing his eyes and concentrating on naming all the parts of his pistol as he took it apart in his head, cleaning it and putting it back together again in an effort to distract himself from the proceedings.
He really couldn’t think of anything less likely to provoke an erection. But it wasn't working. The vision of Jo, pulling her head back, letting Sam’s erect nipple slip slowly from her mouth, licking across the tip, her tongue flickering fast over it as Sam gasped, her head thrown back, just made his mouth dry. He fought the urge to gasp himself, forcing himself to breathe evenly and slowly so as not to attract any attention.
He knew that it was too late to do anything now but ride the wave with the two of them and hope he could survive this without revealing himself, because he didn’t want to end up in a small crumpled ball of broken bones, and he had a feeling that at this point that’s exactly what he’d end up as if either Jo or Sam found out that he was there.
He laughed silently at the irony. Jack would give anything to be here at the moment, he was sure of that, and he would rather be most anywhere else – including bent over an examination table with Janet’s gloved finger pressing firmly into his ass. As a matter of fact, he needed to come up with another vision, because he thought a little prostate action would not be a bad thing at the moment, and that was the last thing he needed to be thinking about.
He opened his eyes to distract himself from that thought to discover Jo on her knees in front of Sam, whose pants were pooled around one ankle, her bare thighs flashing as she hooked one knee over Jo's shoulder. With the positioning of Jo’s head it looked like she was either sucking on or using her tongue on Sam's clit. Her right arm was moving in short strokes, and in his minds eye he could see Jo's fingers deep inside Sam's pussy, moving fast.
He closed his eyes again, clenching tight against the image burning on the inside of his eyelids as he listened to Sam’s low, breathy moans interspersed with occasional gasps of pleasure. Sam had one hand on Jo’s head, her fingers white with pressure, as she rubbed the other across her own breasts, pulling the nipples, rolling them between her fingers, her hips bucking slightly with the motions of Jo’s fingers inside her.
When he heard Jo’s voice, deep and sexy, muffled slightly against Sam’s flesh, he clenched his teeth and grabbed his cock to try and stave off his own orgasm. “That’s it, baby. Give it up for me. You’re so sexy like this. I want to feel you come against my lips. I want to taste your come in my mouth. Come for me.”
Her tongue and lips were too busy after that to speak any more as she moaned against Sam’s clit, and Daniel was grateful for that; he’d almost creamed his shorts when she’d told Sam to come for her. He clenched his cock tight in his fist as Sam gasped Jo’s name, her hips bucking out of her control as she ground out the word, her face transformed by her passion as she came, Jo’s hand moving rapidly. It took all Daniel’s concentration to not join her in her orgasm; his hand tight around his cock.
He found himself easing back from the brink, sighing with relief as Jo stood and they kissed, Jo's pants sagging low on her rolling hips as Sam’s hand moved rhythmically between them. He could see much less of what was going on, now, and that was good as he didn’t know if he could go through that again without creaming his fatigues, and he really didn’t want to do that, although he didn’t think it could really be any worse than being discovered with a hard-on that wouldn’t quit.
Jo’s face was buried in Sam’s neck now and he could hear her breathing from here, trembly and gasping, muffled against Sam’s skin. He worried that Sam would end up with a bruise, because it looked to Daniel like Jo was sucking hard on the spot just under Sam’s ear, as Sam murmured to her, her words too low to carry even across the short distance between them and Daniel in his dark corner.
The rhythm of Jo’s hips changed suddenly as she gasped out, muffling the noise that was trying to force its way out against Sam's neck. Daniel was impressed with her control as she ground her hips against Sam’s hand, her hard won orgasm making her muscles tense up as she froze against Sam, but her gasps against Sam’s neck the only noise she made before she collapsed against Sam’s body.
Daniel gasped a few times himself, as softly as possible, his orgasm staved off for the moment, but near enough that he realized there was no way not to come at this point. He tried to figure out a way out of his dilemma as Sam and Jo kissed, letting his envy of the two lovers calm him a bit, bring him back even farther from the edge of orgasm.
Not that he wasn’t glad they’d had time together, but it was hard to think about the time they had and not wish that he could have some of his own – just a few minutes with Jack would have been nice. Although at this point, all he’d probably do would be punch the asshole in the face, which would be a total waste of their time together. But it was what Jack deserved, damn him. Well, maybe he’d kiss him first, then clock him; he’d have to think on that one a while.
The squawk of Jo’s radio interrupted the silence, and Daniel felt himself relaxing. This was just what they’d feared, but the timing was good for him. He sighed with relief as the two moved over to the sink, where he couldn’t see what they were doing, but heard the water, and was glad they had the opportunity to freshen up before they left the room. He kept his thoughts focused on Jack – that was keeping his hard-on from going off like a teenager’s in his fist.
Jo and Sam gave each other a once over at the door, Jo’s hand caressing Sam’s hair as she brushed a few unruly strands back from Sam’s face. “Sorry our first time had to be in a dusty old storage room, Sam. I’ll do better next time, I promise.”
Sam just laughed. “I never thought I’d ever do something like this. I still can’t believe we did. All these artifacts – I’ll never be able to face Daniel without blushing. Thank goodness he won’t know what the heck I’m doing. I’d never live this one down.”
Jo laughed. “Just think of him on his knees, with the colonel’s cock in his mouth.”
“Ewww! That’s disgusting! I’ll never get that image out of my head now.”
“Exactly. You won’t have time to focus on this, you’ll be too busy trying to scrub that thought out of your mind.”
Sam shuddered as Jo checked out the hall. One more brief kiss, and Sam headed out, leaving Jo behind so they wouldn’t be seen leaving together. Jo stepped back toward the shelves, casually running her hand along an odd item or two, brushing the dust off her fingers with a frown. Daniel held his breath as she walked the aisle one row down from him. He didn’t think she could see him in the shadows, but he really didn’t want to take the chance.
Her radio squawked again, and she turned back to the door as she spoke to Colonel Reynolds, assuring him she was on her way back to his office. As the door closed behind her, Daniel finally breathed a sigh of relief. Saved by the bell/radio. Whatever. But speaking of relief, he unbuttoned his pants, pulling out his cock. He felt vaguely guilty over this, but to be honest, he really didn’t have a choice at the moment.
It didn’t take long, just a few strokes and he was coming, gasping as he finally got some relief from the pressure his balls had been complaining about for the last fifteen or twenty minutes. He sagged back against the wall for a moment, breathing deeply, then cleaned up his mess and reached for his thermos. He was in serious need of some caffeine stimulation. Anything actually, to get his mind off the thought of Jo pushing Sam up against the door, her knee pressed up tight against Sam’s cunt.
Daniel shivered. It wasn’t going to be easy to face either of them after this, but at least Jo and Sam got some time together. He was envious, but found he couldn’t actually begrudge them their time. He had some serious thinking to do though, so he was going to have to bring his thoughts into focus, somehow. If he was going to get past this barrier Jack was throwing up, he was going to have to do something drastic.
Daniel stood in the doorway and stared down at his captive. Jack was spread-eagled on his bed, wearing nothing but black leather padded restraints wrapped securely around his wrists and ankles and a black leather blindfold shaped to mold to his face. In his sleep, he had let down the almost constant guard it required to keep his cock flaccid, so his hard-on waved proudly with his breathing. It made a nice picture. Daniel couldn’t help but smile.
Jack couldn’t get away from him this time. He’d been running from Daniel since he got out of quarantine, hiding behind one excuse or other for the past two weeks. And today, when the Pentagon had approved the last of the (falsified) documents proving that the “flu-like symptoms” of the alien contagion were finally cleared and that the quarantine on the SGC could finally be lifted, Jack had run home as soon as he could, thinking he could get away from Daniel once again.
But Daniel had been ready for him this time, waiting for him here at his own house, zat in hand, and caught him before he’d even had a chance to realize there was anything wrong. Jack would either face up to his mistakes, or Daniel would leave him tied to his own bed until he was ready to do so. He was fine with it either way. “You can stop pretending, Jack. I know you’re awake.”
Jack raised his head. “Daniel? Are you alright? What happened? Where are we?”
“We’re at your place Jack; in your bedroom, where we can be comfortable.” He sat on the side of the bed, and Jack’s head moved as he followed the sound.
“Daniel, what’s going on?” He tested his bonds, pulling on the arm restraints, as Daniel smiled.
“Pull all you want, Jack. You’re not going anywhere. The restraints are very sturdy. I’ve got you, and you’re going to stay here until I say otherwise.”
“Um. Daniel, you do know that I have a flight to D.C. in the morning, don’t you?”
“Yes Jack, I know. I don’t expect this to take that long. Do you?”
“I don’t know. Why am I tied up?”
“You’ve been avoiding me, Jack. And I’m tired of it. The general told me you volunteered for this trip to D.C. Considering how much you hate these interminable Pentagon meetings, you must really be desperate to avoid me. You and I are going to have that talk you’ve been putting off for two weeks now, and you’re not leaving this room until we do. It’s about 6 p.m. so I think that ought to give us plenty of time to talk, don’t you?”
“What do you want to talk about, Daniel?”
“Stop it, Jack. You know better than that. You’ve been avoiding me for two weeks, now. Are you trying to tell me you have nothing to talk to me about?”
“No, I know I have plenty to say to you. I – I just, well - I feel really bad right now, Daniel. I’ve acted like a real ass lately, but that’s because I just don’t know what to say. How to act around you anymore. I really blew it. I know that. I still feel like there’s got to be something I can do to apologize, but I don’t know what. I don’t know what to do.”
“What do you need to apologize for, Jack? I’ve already forgiven you for the whole sex god thing. It’s not like you did it on purpose, anyway. You were under the influence, weren’t you? What could you possibly have done to stop it? I mean besides not smacking that Medicine Man upside the head with his own totem. But it’s not like you aimed at him or anything. How could you have known that animal was going to attack your boot like that? Or that the Shaman was going to try and reach for the club just as you lost your balance?”
“Is that what happened? See I never knew how he got so close to me. He was reaching for the club when I threw my arm back to try to keep my balance – Well, at least now it makes sense. Daniel?”
“Yes, Jack?”
“Any chance we can get rid of all this stuff?” He shook one wrist restraint, making the chain rattle against the wooden headboard.
“Sorry, Jack. But I don’t think so. Not until we’ve talked. I can take off the blindfold, though, if that will help.”
“That would be great.”
“Close your eyes, then.” Daniel slid the blindfold off Jack’s face, up over his head and laid it on the night stand. He ran his hand over the side of Jack’s face, and Jack sighed, turning his hand into Daniel’s caress.
Jack opened his eyes slowly, but the light wasn’t all that bright, just the orange and gold setting sun filling the room with warm hues, so Daniel didn't expect Jack would have much trouble adjusting to it. “That’s much better. Thanks. You look good.”
Daniel glanced up at him. “I do?”
“Yeah, you look like you belong here. In my bedroom.”
“Do I, now?” Jack watched him closely as he felt a flush hit his face.
Jack grinned. “I like it when you blush.” He tried to touch Daniel’s face, but came up against the wrist restraint, jerking to an abrupt halt. “Oh, yeah. You know, not that I’m objecting to the restraints, because under the right circumstances this could be pretty hot, but – why am I tied up like this again?”
Daniel rolled his eyes. “Something to do with your refusal to face me and have that ‘meaningful discussion’ you keep telling me we really need to have before we do anything. Remember that conversation? The one we had the day you got out of quarantine? The reason you’ve been avoiding me for the last two weeks?”
“Oh, right. I knew that. Really. I did.”
“So?”
“Maybe I’d have been better off with the blindfold. It might be easier that way.”
“I’ll be glad to put it back on, if that’s what you really want.”
“No, not really. I mean it would probably be easier on me, but you deserve to have me say this to your face.” He took a deep breath. “I’ve just been afraid – afraid that you wouldn't be able to forgive me for the way I acted.” He rushed on, like he knew Daniel would interrupt him, and he was right, Daniel came close, but he closed his mouth again, realizing Jack needed to get this out.
“I know you’ve forgiven me for what I’ve done, two or three times already, but I still feel uncomfortable about it. In spite of the fact that my memories have gotten a bit blurry, I still know what I did, and how much pain it caused you. Every time I see you, the guilt comes back. Every time I think about it, it almost overwhelms me how much I’ve put you through lately.
“When I see you it makes me feel worse and worse and I just feel like banging my head against the nearest wall until I pass out or you go away, which ever comes first. I know it’s totally irrational, but it’s the way I feel, and I don’t know how to deal with it any other way. I’m just so sorry Daniel. I really am.”
“I know you are, Jack. And I appreciate that. But it’s now time to get past that. That’s why you’re wearing the restraints. You can’t get away. You’re going to have to face this. I’ll stay here all night if that’s what it takes. Neither of us is going anywhere until we get this whole thing worked out. Understand?”
“Um. Maybe? So how did you manage to do this?”
“Well, Sam and Jo helped, and I borrowed the restraints from Walter.”
“Walter? That little devil. I never would have suspected half the stuff he came up with, you know? Did he tell you about-”
“Jack.”
Jack blinked up at Daniel, totally de-railed. “Yes, Daniel?”
“Shut up.”
“Okay. I can do that.”
“Good. Because now, I have a few things to say. And this time, you’re going to let me talk. You can’t run away, and if you try to argue with me, I’ll put in this handy ball gag that Walter brought by with the restraints.”
Jack looked a little alarmed by that, and Daniel smiled.
“Don’t worry, it’s been disinfected. I cleaned it quite carefully. And I will be glad to use it if I need to. Understood?”
Jack didn’t say a word, just nodded slowly. Daniel’s smile got wider. “Good.” He set the gag back on the night table, reached behind Jack, and propped a pillow up behind his head to give him a clearer view.
Daniel could tell he wanted to crack a joke or something, just to break the tension. That would be just his style, wouldn't it? But it seemed he was able to control his inner court jester and instead he simply nodded. “I’m listening, Daniel.”
“Thank you, Jack. Okay, I’ve got plans for this evening, so I’m going to keep this short.”
“Plans?”
“Did I say you could talk?”
“Sorry.”
“That’s better. I know how you feel, Jack. I know you’re upset, worried that I’m going to resent the things that you did, that I won’t be able to forgive you for the whole sex live on the air thing. But the fact is that I never held that against you. Not even when it was happening. I knew that you would never have done that of your own free will. I know you were under the influence of that crazy mutating gene of yours. I don’t blame you for any of it.
“I’m actually glad it happened. Not that everyone else got trapped in it, I’m not that cruel. But I’m glad for what it woke me up to. If it hadn’t been for this whole crazy thing, I may have never come to the realization that I wanted to be with you.
"That as much as I didn’t want to admit it, I’m crazy about you, and I think I must just be crazy, period, because I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And I know you’re not going to leave the military, so I’m resigned to putting up with all the crap that goes with hiding who we are and what we are from the rest of the world.
“Sam and Jo spent a couple of hours in here this afternoon sweeping for bugs and putting in anti-detection devices. So for tonight, it’s just the two of us.” Daniel stood up then and walked to the end of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, revealing a little bit more flesh with each button, watching Jack’s eyes as he followed Daniel's hands, and smiling as Jack's hard-on stood up even prouder than before.
“Tonight I don’t want to hear one more word about forgiveness or apologies or avoiding the facts. All I want is the two of us, in this room, and lots and lots of touching and kissing and stroking and loving and – are you getting the idea here, Jack?”
“Oh, yeah. I’m getting the idea. Um. Any chance I’ll get to do some touching, too?” He glanced up at the restraint on his wrist, cocking an eyebrow at Daniel.
“Hmmm. Well, to be honest, I kind of like things just the way they are, for now. Maybe later we can get rid of them, but for the moment…”
Daniel leaned over and ran his fingernails down the inside of Jack’s thigh, scratching lightly at the skin and hair, and raising goose bumps all over Jack’s body. He ran his eyes up and down Jack’s lean form, smiling broadly as Jack’s cock twitched, feeling like a predator sizing up his prey.
Jack swallowed – a couple of times, before he managed even a few words, his voice low and scratchy. “Oh, god, Daniel. I had no idea-” Jack watched as Daniel dropped his shirt and reached for his pants, pushing his underwear down with them, then crawling naked onto the bed between Jack’s legs until he was kneeling over him, one hand planted on either side of Jack’s head.
“So Jack. I hear there have been a few side effects of this gene mutation that Janet was unable to totally get rid of. Is that so?”
Jack blinked, creasing his brow as he tried to focus on the topic at hand. “Side effects…Oh. You mean the almost inexhaustible supply of erections I seem to have available at a moments notice? Yeah, yeah.” He glanced down at his cock, fat and heavy and standing up in the air. He finally got all the pistons firing at the same time, and his old smart ass attitude started to reassert itself.
“As a matter of fact I do seem to be able to pop a woody at the drop of a hat, lately. And it doesn’t matter whose hat or why they drop it, I can get hard and stay that way as long as I need to.”
“I see. You been practicing this maneuver, Jack?”
He shrugged casually. “Well, clinical studies and all - in the interest of science, of course. And besides, I’ve been thinking about taking on a younger lover.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah. It never hurts to have a trick or two up your sleeve, or down your boxers, if you know what I mean.”
Daniel lowered his body onto Jack’s and rubbed sinuously against him and smiled with pleasure as Jack moaned with the touch. And finally, they kissed. A real kiss. Deep and passionate, claiming and hungry, and Daniel was happy to discover Jack had been telling the truth months ago, back when this whole thing first started. He really was a good kisser. Daniel’s hips moved on their own and their hard-ons rubbed slickly up against each other as they both moaned loudly.
“Oh, yeah, Daniel. I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted this. Finally. Finally.”
Daniel pulled back enough to look into his captive’s eyes. “Did I tell you you were allowed to talk, Jack?” His voice was rough and full of passion, and brooked no argument. Jack’s eyes opened wide, his pupils so dilated with his hunger that only a small rim of brown showed, and his mouth snapped shut.
Daniel smiled, that predatory smile, as he closed in on Jack’s mouth and forced it back open with his tongue. Jack moaned as he surrendered his mouth to Daniel’s, and Daniel explored it, plundering it, taking it over and making it his own. He pulled back slightly and whispered his pleasure against Jack’s lips. “That’s more like it.”
And there were no more words for a very long time.
Epilogue
Jack ran underneath the helicopter blades to where Major Davis was standing.
“Welcome, sir. I trust you had a pleasant flight, despite the delays?”
He snapped off a salute. “Thank you, Major Davis. No problems at all. Did they start without me?”
“Not really, sir. The Joint Chiefs of Staff are already here, but we’re still waiting on the Secretary of Defense. He should be here in about five minutes.”
“Good. Good. I know you said that there are bathroom facilities inside the conference room, but I’d like to take a couple of minutes in the little boy’s room before I have to shake hands with all the boys with the big toys. Can you arrange that for me?” He hid his grin at the strained smile on Davis’ face. The man just really needed to learn how to relax and take a joke.
“Yes, sir. I’ll show you to the bathroom closest to the conference room where the meeting is being held.” He led the way down the stairs from the helo pad on the Pentagon’s roof, past the security guards, and down into the Pentagon proper. Jack followed him, relaxed, casual. Wouldn’t do to seem uptight at this point, would it? No matter how nervous he was.
Jack took care of business and then splashed water on his face, staring up into the mirror, his stomach tied up in knots. He hadn’t actually tried this since he’d learned how to control the ability. No opportunities to test it without letting Janet know that she hadn’t actually gotten rid of it like she thought she had.
He was taking a huge risk, here. If this didn’t work, Daniel would never forgive him. He’d never have the chance to. Jack would be locked up in Area 51 for the rest of his days, and never see Daniel again. But he needed to do this. He didn’t want Daniel to have to live a lie for the rest of his life. The man had done enough for this country already. They both had. It was time they got something for themselves. Besides, he told himself, it was just the right thing to do.
Jack waited inside until he heard Davis’ voice speaking to the Secretary of Defense, letting him know that if he stepped inside, Colonel O’Neill would be there momentarily. He dried his hands and face, then taking one last look in the mirror, he strengthened his resolve. This one is for Daniel, he thought. His stomach began to settle. This was the right thing to do, even if Daniel would disagree. That’s why he wasn’t telling him until after the fact. He grabbed his briefcase and headed out the door.
“You coming in with us, Major?”
“Yes, sir, I am. I appreciate you’re asking me to join you. I usually only find out what goes on in the closed sessions after the fact. It will be nice to be in on it from the beginning this time.”
“Well, you’ve been a loyal supporter of the SGC for a long time now, Davis. I think you deserve to find out about this first hand. And no one else knows about it, right? No listening devices or hidden video equipment?”
“No, sir. I took particular care of the arrangements myself. The room is clean and soundproofed, as requested.”
“Plenty of snack foods, sodas that kind of thing?”
“Yes, sir. I took care of everything. It’s going to be a long session, sir?”
“Oh yeah, Major. I’d say it’s gonna be a good long one. Don’t worry, though. It’ll be worth it. You have my word on that one.” He hid a grin as he thought about the dozen bottles of lube and the boxes of condoms stashed in his briefcase. That ought to hold them. He sighed when he thought about it. The Joint Chiefs of Staff were not the prettiest belles of the ball, that was for sure. And the Secretary of Defense? He repressed a shudder. Hopefully he could foist the Secretary off on Davis. If not, well he’d just have to bite the bullet. Or something. This one is for you, Daniel. Only for you.
As the guard examined their IDs, Jack took one last look down the long hall behind him. This was it. The guard passed them through and Davis held the door open for Jack. He walked through the door, his wolfish grin firmly in place as he rubbed his hands together briskly. He stepped up to the table, laying his briefcase down, but declining to sit. He glanced around at the assembled men that represented the combined power of the United States military forces and his eyes sparkled as he spoke.
"Gentlemen. Have I got news for you."
End
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