REALIZATIONS

Part 1

Teal'c was meditating in his room on the base when he heard a sharp knock on the door. Knowing instantly who it was by the pattern of the knock, he summoned O’Neill into his room. Jack sat at the table looking at the Jaffa sitting on the floor, obviously meditating if the candles surrounding him were anything to go by.

"What is it I can do for you, O’Neill?" The deep satin voice rumbled, but the eyes remained closed.

"Just, you know, passing and thought I’d drop in," Jack said, rubbing his hands together nonchalantly. Teal'c cracked an eye open slightly then closed it once more.

"I see."

Jack watched the peaceful man on the floor then sighed loudly. Teal'c tilted his head as he looked at him. He said nothing but his eyes asked the question for him.

"Okay!" Jack sighed like he’d been interrogated. Throwing his hands over his head he got up and paced the room.

The calm man on the floor sensed the higher than normal agitation in his friend. "Perhaps you should learn to mediate to relieve some of your… anxiety."

Jack stopped mid-step. "The only way my anxiety will be relieved is if Daniel were to come home and relieve it for me!"

The large, bald head moved once more. "I see."

"Teal'c, I’m going to explode. You do realize this, don’t you?"

"You are a strong warrior, O’Neill. You will survive." The Jaffa tried to hide the humor in his voice at his agitated friend’s irrational outburst.

The colonel stopped his pacing once more then looked at him. "How long has it been now?" He asked with a defeated sigh.

"Almost four hours."

Jack groaned and rubbed his hands over his face as he left the room, mumbling a thanks to Teal'c as he shut the door. Closing his eyes slowly, the Jaffa couldn't’t help but smile. It was going to be a long few weeks.

*

After a hectic day at work, Jack was glad to be finally home.  He grabbed himself a beer from the fridge and sat in his living room, sighing as he reached for the remote control. He scanned through the stations rapidly, not really looking at the screen while a smile kissed his lips as he recalled a similar time that he and Daniel laid together on the sofa, the smaller man in front and leaning back against his chest. They were topless, but both wore jeans…..

Daniel reached for his can of soda and took a sip then he picked up the remote control. He, too, scanned through the stations, not really looking at any one channel long enough to know what was on.

"Pick a channel, Danny," Jack had said drolly. Daniel flipped through a few more channels.

"Give me that damn thing!" The older man said, snatching the device from Daniel’s hands.

"Jack!" The anthropologist snatched it back again.

"You’re surfing! You know how much I hate that!"  Jack groused, wrestling the black controller from the long fingers.

"Ouch! Jack! You’re hurting me!" Daniel said through a fit of laughter.

"I’ll hurt you in a minute if you don’t give me this damn…!" Jack fought with his lover so hard that they both slipped off the front of the sofa and landed on the floor - Jack still trapped underneath. Daniel squirmed until he was lying face down on Jack now and his arm stretched out for the remote that Jack held just out of reach.

Looking down at his trapped lover, Daniel grinned and Jack gave him a wink. Thinking he’d trick him into giving him the remote, Daniel kissed Jack gently on the chin then tip of his nose then full on the mouth. Jack seemed to buckle with the kiss, but as soon as Daniel’s hand covertly moved to steal the remote, Jack stuck his arm out once more, keeping the device from his lover’s reach. At the same time, he gripped the back of Daniel’s head, not allowing him to break the joined mouths as 'punishment' for using the kiss to trick him.

"Damn you!" Daniel mumbled though a laugh as he remained pressed against Jack’s mouth.

"Not nice!" Jack mumbled back before plunging his tongue into Daniel’s unsuspecting mouth. The younger man had groaned, wriggling his body over the colonel’s until his groin was pressing directly over his. His hands came up and cupped both cheeks lightly, the thumbs stroking the stubble. Daniel rubbed his smooth chest against the wiry hairs on Jack’s and he groaned again.

The game was suddenly forgotten as Jack released the remote, hearing it fall to the rug above his head while he dropped his hand onto Daniel’s arched back. The younger man grounded their groins together, his legs parting to allow him to straddle the hips as he knelt back, sitting over Jack’s groin. Dark, passion-filled eyes stared up at him and Daniel tossed his head back, sending his long hair shimmering behind him. He lowered his eyes and looked directly into Jack’s eyes - then he smiled. Smiled, because he was wriggling the remote control in his hand now. Jack covered his eyes with his hand as he growled at himself for falling for that old trick.

"I tell you what," Daniel said, trailing the remote down Jack’s naked chest and over his soft stomach. His pink tongue darted out and swiped his lower lip and dimples appeared on his smooth cheeks.  He lifted  his eyes, but not his head, and suggested, "Let’s play a game."

Jack’s groin twitched nearly as much as his eyebrow did at that suggestive come-on.

"What game?" He asked, his voice a deep purr of arousal.

"If you can guess the next station I stop at, I have to remove my pants."

Jack’s smile grew larger. "And if I don’t?"

"You remove…" Daniel sucked back a loud breath then looked at the bulge within Jack’s tight jeans. Lifting his eyes to look into the dark pools once more, Daniel continued, his voice thick with lust, "you remove your pants."

"I like this game," Jack said with a wicked grin. Daniel’s eyes blinked slowly and he poked his tongue out to swipe along his own bottom lip.

"Let’s see who wins, shall we?"  The challenge was on between the lovers.

Jack lent up onto his elbows and turned to watch the television screen.

"You’ll stop at CNN," he said, not looking at Daniel. The man with the control flipped through the stations, stopping intentionally on CNN. Jack chuckled as he looked back at him.

"Oh, look at that!" Daniel sighed, slipping himself off Jack’s lap and standing over him, deliberately straddling his hips as he  unzipped his pants tantalizingly slowly. Their eyes connected as he shimmied the blue denim off, kicking the pants away before kneeling back over Jack’s lap wearing nothing but his tight white boxer shorts. Jack turned his face to the screen.

"What one now?"

"Seaspan." He shrugged. He was wrong - go figure! Daniel grinned as he knelt up high, allowing Jack the room to slip from between his thighs.   Then Daniel sat back on his heels once more and arched his throat as he looked up at the man standing before him, his eyes staring at the hands lowering the metal zip tooth by agonizing tooth.  Jack carelessly kicked the pants aside as he settled on the rug once more, sitting with his legs outstretched before him, his ankles crossed.  He lent back on outstretched arms and turned to look at Daniel, kneeling beside him. He looked at the remote control then up at Daniel. 

"A kid's show."

He was right. Daniel stood once more and, ever so slowly, slipped the boxers down his golden thighs.

"I win!" Jack smiled as he sat himself between the standing man’s ankles.

Daniel looked down at him and smiled. Cupping his hand under Jack’s jaw he asked, huskily, "what would you like as a reward?"

Jack inhaled deeply; the aroma of his lover filled his nostrils, making his head spin.

"I’m sure you know!" He said, then rubbed his face over the flaccid groin. Daniel twitched at the first touch, growing thicker and harder as Jack rubbed him lightly, soft groans echoed from the back of his throat.

The younger man’s fully erect shaft jutted across Jack’s cheek as he nuzzled his nose against the wiry curls then he turned his face, rubbing his parted lips - harmonica style - down the long thick muscle. Daniel moaned and his hands went into the short gray hair gripping at it fiercely as Jack covered the tip with his mouth and slowly swallowed it to the back of his throat.

While his mouth sucked and kissed the swollen muscle, his fingers ticked the tightening sacs, finding their way to the anus behind. Daniel’s legs shifted further apart as he used Jack as his balance. The colonel crawled up to his knees, still with Daniel’s cock in his mouth. He released the shaft long enough to wet his finger then he pressed through the tight ring, a little brutally.

Daniel moaned with utter pleasure. His legs began to weaken and his breath hitched as Jack struck at the hidden gland. The older man felt the reward against his tongue - the stalk inside his mouth swelled even more and the helmet twitched against his back teeth.

A deep, contented groan rumbled out of the standing man as he shifted to allow Jack even more access to his aching need. Jack slipped the shaft from his mouth again and inched forward to place himself between Daniel’s soft, tanned thighs. Then he struck at the tight opening, time after time with his tongue, sending waves through the highly charged man, who was still gripping Jack for support.

"Jack, I have to sit down…" Daniel gasped breathlessly.

Jack muttered, "I’ve the perfect place," as he laid back and pulled Daniel down by his thighs to kneel over him. The younger man fell to his knees heavily over Jack once more and their eyes met, a burning heat passed between them. Daniel scrambled for the underwear that Jack was wearing, pulling it to the side roughly to allow the trapped rod to poke out. Without a word he then lifted himself, positioned the weeping tip against his stretched opening and impaled himself onto Jack - both men crying out with the pleasure as Daniel sunk to the groin beneath him.

"Dear mother of…" Jack whispered as Daniel’s head fell forward, his hand coming to rest on the furry chest as he languidly lifted then impaled himself onto his lover, over and over.  Jack had the stamina of a race horse when it came to this position - and that was one of the best things about having sex this way - both men knew that.  So they remained there in the dwindling light, hands caressing, eyes feasting on features, gentle and loving smiles and whispers of love exchanged between them.  Jack grabbed one of Daniel's roving hands, bringing it to his lips to press a kiss onto the palm.  And Daniel kept hold of that hand, bringing it to his chest, guiding it across his tingling skin until Jack latched onto a sensitive nub of his own   volition - tugging and twisting on it lightly, enjoying the tightening around his shaft in response.  His fingertips glided across the slick skin of the heaving chest as Daniel began to weary, his finger nails lightly scratched a message onto the white surface.  He drew one large heart shape around Daniel's left nipple, then curled up and pressed a kiss onto the brown nub.  Daniel's hands cradled the gray head, and he bent to kiss the soft hair. 

Eventually, the older man felt himself tighten throughout his body. His legs twitched and his back and bottom started to tingle. He gripped Daniel’s waist, encouraging the man to continue when he grew tired from the incessant slow pumping.

"Not long.. baby…" Jack mumbled, seeing the sweat trickle down Daniel’s chest. He curled himself up and licked away the salty trail off his lover's smooth skin.

"Please…," Daniel’s voice was a harsh rasp. Their eyes locked once more and Jack reached up, gripping a fistful of long, brown hair to forcefully claim Daniel’s mouth.  Daniel couldn’t move, but he didn’t need to. He felt the twitching against his opening, could almost visualize the white semen as it gushed from the tiny opening, squirting through his insides and making him feel whole again.

They were trapped together as Jack shuddered throughout the rush, their lips pressed almost painfully against their teeth as Jack shivered and shook, finally collapsing onto the rug beneath him. The newly released man smooth his hand through his hair then wiped the back of his hand over his mouth. He smiled as he eased himself off the softened shaft, scooting his way along Jack’s chest until his own weeping tip poked the exhausted colonel under the chin. Jack laughed and so did Daniel.

"Give me a minute…"

"Minute?" Daniel laughed out his surprise, and impatience. 

"For some reason, that one really took it out of me!" Jack said tiredly, gripping Daniel’s soft butt in his hands.

The kneeling man wriggled his butt, his shaft bashing against Jack’s chin suggestively. "Well, we were at it for nearly an hour Jack!"

The colonel laughed wearily, "You do exaggerate, babe!"

With another deliberate poke under Jack's chin, Daniel murmured, "tell that to my knees and my thighs!"

"Best damn thighs in the world," Jack muttered, rubbing his hands over the sinewy legs. 

"No doubt due to the constant work-outs they get!" Daniel poked him again and again playfully then touched his hand to his own ass. "And my butt aches!"

Jack laughed loudly this time and opened his eyes.  Daniel pursed his lips and rolled his eyes as he rubbed the round cheek lightly.  "I'm talking muscle ache here!"

"Oh!" Jack said, trying to stifle the chuckle. "So, you'll be too sore and tired to..." He teased with a shrug of his shoulders. 

"No!" Daniel reached down onto his hands over Jack and poked his waiting erection into the soft stomach, the look in his blue eyes silently threatened the colonel for that suggestion. 

"Oh, okay then!" Jack laid back, and indicated with a flick of his fingers for Daniel to come closer.  The younger man laughed.

"You are just so romantic at times Jack!" He teased him as he shuffled along the body on his knees.

"You want romantic?" Jack asked then gave a 'sure' gesture.   "Daniel Jackson, get that huge hunk of manhood up here into my mouth this very instance!"

He looked up and saw the raised brow and skeptical look in his lover's eyes.   "That's an order!?"  He added, wondering if they were the magic words Daniel seemed to be waiting for. 

With an amused roll of the eyes, Daniel poked his lover under the chin once more.  "I think we need to work on your concept of romance!"

Jack grinned, the wickedest grin he could muster.  "Sure!  Afterwards!"    He rubbed his face over the hard erection then sighed deeply as he traced his tongue around the tip, turning what was already hard flesh into rock hard steel.   Daniel moaned softly as he closed his eyes.  Jack's concept of romance might leave a lot to be desired, but he could certainly give one hell of a headjob.  As Daniel leaned down onto his hands once more, his shaft sunk into the awaiting mouth, and Jack set to work, blowing his beloved's mind like never before!

Jack recalled vividly the deep throaty moan as Daniel pumped himself in and out of his hungry mouth that afternoon.  Jack had added to the sensation by pressing two fingers deep inside Daniel once more and striking his prostrate as he built up his speed. Matching his speed stoke for stroke, Jack soon had the younger man screaming out as he came, pouring himself down the eager throat. Jack recalled falling asleep with Daniel in front of the television that day. Wrapped in each other’s arms, they drifted off to a peaceful sleep but not before Daniel mumbled, "I won."

*

The ringing doorbell jolted Jack from his erotic memory, and made him away that his hand was now down his pants. Wincing from the exertion of getting up with such a hard on, Jack untucked his shirt, hoping to cover himself from the caller. He knew his face was flushed from arousal as he reached the door. Peering around it he saw who it was.

"Teal'c." He said, fully surprised.

"I hope you do not mind my coming unannounced, O’Neill."

Waving his hand around, Jack sighed, "I’ve told you a hundred times, you’re always welcomed here!"

Teal'c sniffed the air slightly, unnoticed by Jack as the officer headed to the kitchen to make them a cup of coffee. He was grateful for one thing. There was getting to be more space in his pants again. He moved with much more ease now as he readied the pot for the coffee.

*

Sam lifted the flap on her tent and looked out over the dusk-filled sky then she scanned the dunes in the near distance until she spotted what she was looking for.  Her eyes finally settled on a distant figure, sitting alone on a sand dune in the distance, the pink sunset behind him, silhouetting him like a picture postcard.   She picked up her cup of tea and then headed out to Daniel.