Title: To Have and To Hold
Author: Joolz
Feedback: If you like J [email protected]
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Category: Slash, PWP, Established Relationship, 1st
person POV
Season/Spoilers: Any/None
Archive: Please ask
Notes: Many thanks once again to Catspaw and Sharon
G. for going over it.
Summary: Just like an old married couple. Well, maybe not just ANY old married couple.
Warnings: None, besides the m/m sex, obviously
Disclaimer: Not my lovely character, just playing with
them.
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To Have and To
Hold
I cannot believe
that one person can make so much noise.
It has never been explained to my satisfaction exactly why Jack can
sleep in absolute silence off-world and then rattles the god-damn windowpanes
with his snoring at home. At this
moment I can completely understand how divorces happen over things like
this. Or murders. I’m exhausted and absolutely desperate to sleep, but it’s like trying
to rest under a busy train trestle. I
am so tempted to take my pillow and
smother him, just for a few minutes of peace.
But I won’t, of course. I love
him so I shall endure the trials that befall me by association. Lucky bloody bastard.
There is the
palest tinge of pink light glimmering through the curtained window, so it must
be near six. At least I know that he
will wake up at six a.m. on the dot, and then the noise will stop and maybe I
can get some stillness in my fraught life.
There! The relentless rhythm has already started to falter. Please, God. Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease let it stop.
I turn my back to
him and pull the pillow over my own head which muffles the noise somewhat. Ah, I’m feeling drowsy. I need to make sure to have the evaluation
of the cuneiform script SG-11 found ready for the briefing this afternoon. There should be enough time to finish that
and the report… for….
What the
hell? I was asleep, finally! But no, there’s Jack again. I can feel him at my back running his hand
sleepily over my hip and thigh. And oh,
yes. I do recognize the sensation of
his dick probing at my rear end.
I swear, Jack can
be such a guy. He wakes up horny and
goes for the nearest warm body. Which,
by the way, is a very good reason for me to make sure that mine is always close
at hand. From the way he’s rooting
around down there I guess that he’s still too asleep to remember that we have a
mission tonight, with its related physical exams, which makes penetration out
of the question right now. Well,
Jack-o, there is more than one way.
I shift my hips so
that his dick is fitted in the crack between my butt cheeks, and clench. Okay, that moan tells me I’m on the right
track.
He wraps his arms
around my torso and holds me tight.
God, his body is hot; radiating heat, I mean. I’m already starting to sweat in response. He’s more awake now and getting with the
program. Oh, how he moves against
me. So masculine, so powerful. With no
more lubrication than my sweat and his pre-come it’s a rough motion; needing, testing, dominating. It was a surprise to me what a complete and
total turn-on it is to be taken by someone larger than I am, but don’t I know
it now.
His arms hold me in place as he ruts mindlessly against me, seeking his fulfillment in my body. Oh, sure. We do plenty of equal, synchronized love-making. But this primal thrusting pleasure can be hot; erotic, I mean. He’s so hard as he pushes against the muscles of my butt that I’m sure there will be some bruises later, but nothing that can’t be explained away. Go, Jack. Oh, God. Go!
He clasps me so tightly as he arches and comes that it’s hard to breathe. There’s hot liquid coating my lower back and it starts to chill immediately as his arms go limp and he releases me to roll onto his back. I use the sheet to wipe some of it off, reveling in the exquisite aroma of Jack and sex. I breathe it in and become even harder myself.
I roll over to look at my lover. He’s sprawled beside me, the covers pushed most of the way off of his naked body, and he looks peaceful to the point of comatose. Good one, eh Jack? Well you gorgeous hunk of male perfection, it’s my turn now. It’s my turn to savor those long, lean legs of yours. That muscular chest and thick hair graying in all the right places. I know and love every inch of this man’s body and just looking at it has my breath coming faster. I want him so much. Mine.
I shift to kneel straddling his legs and lean forward to place my hands on the mattress on either side of his head. I’m covering him but not touching him. Not yet. Thoroughness and attention to detail is everything, and everything in the right order.
I begin my investigation by brushing my cock lightly down one thigh and back up the other, the light contact tickling the receptive organ teasingly. I follow up by raising my ass in the air and dipping my head down to trace the contours of his cheek with my lips. The skin is firm and the texture rough with stubble. He sighs and moves under me in response to the touch, but leaves his eyes closed, allowing me free rein.
I nuzzle my nose into his neck and inhale his musky scent. Then I inch forward slightly, leaning so that my groin is over his belly. I drop my hips down to touch his skin with my dick and it’s like cool fire/hot water flows from my balls outward through my body. I move forward a little bit more, rubbing myself against his chest hair. My genitals feel heavy, swollen beyond belief and they are so incredibly sensitive. I can feel every strand of the wiry thatch, every movement of his lungs and beat of his heart. I rub from side to side, groaning with pleasure, panting with desire.
My powers of observation have contracted to one very specific area, so it takes me a moment to register the wriggling below me. When I open my eyes and look down, Jack has scooted down the bed so that his, oh my god, his face is below my…
Those brown eyes peer up at me with such intensity, such seriousness, you’d think he was dealing with an armed bomb or something. With steady hands he grabs my hips, guides me slowly to his mouth and smoothly takes me in.
Did I say oh my god? Scratch that. Oh fucking heavenly universe! His lips, his tongue, his teeth. Jack! He knows exactly what to do to fry every nerve in my body with pleasure.
I want him so much it’s painful. It’s taking every ounce of strength I have to keep from thrusting into his mouth. At this angle I could hurt him, but it’s almost gone beyond me. Inflicting exquisite torture, he’s holding my hips steady and moving his head to lave and stimulate every inch of me, his beard scratchy against my thighs and balls.
He takes me in and sucks, hard. I know my hips must have twitched into that because suddenly I’m coming so hard the world goes dark. I think I might have screamed. Jack!
Breathe. It’s important to breathe. Almost takes too much energy. Rather melt. Limp noodle body, face down on the mattress. Hope Jack got out from under before I collapsed.
Must have done. There’s his weight along my back. He’s lying on top of me, his arms holding me to him again. I feel his breath on the nape of my neck. Soft kisses. Love you, Jack. Love you.
“Love you.” I did it, managed to speak out loud.
He laughs softly into my hair. “Love you more.”
So competitive. No one’s ever going to win that one, but we’ll keep on trying.
One last kiss planted on my shoulder then he says, “Come on, sweetheart baby-cakes. Time to get up. Big day today. Your turn to change the sheets.”
Bastard. I’ll have to make him pay for the nicknames later, when I can move.
His weight is gone and suddenly I feel desolate. At this moment I don’t want the rest of our lives, only this part of it. To stay with him here always. No one else in the universe, no one needing us but each other. Dream on, Jackson. Well, the rest of it isn’t really so bad. Some of it’s pretty interesting, and besides, Jack is always close by.
I hear the shower start and doze off again. Never did get that extra sleep I wanted.
I start awake with a sense of being late. The shower is still running and I look at the clock. Double bastard! Jack is going to use up all the hot water again! Why, oh why do I put up with him?
Because I can’t live without him, that’s why. He’s my anchor, my nourishment, the burr under my saddle. Colonel Jack O’Neill, partner to Dr. Daniel Jackson. Till death do us part.
The end
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