Daniel was heavier than he expected.
They stumbled up the final few stairs to the apartment and he squidged Daniel against the wall to stop him from collapsing. He gave a silent apology to the mostly-comatose archaeologist as he carefully fitted the key into the lock.
This had most definitely not been the intended outcome of the evening.
After a couple of unsuccessful tries, the door finally opened, and the pair of them staggered in.
A fumble at the lightswitch produced an outpouring of illumination, resulting in being able to see where he was going.
And he really needed to see where he was going.
The floor was littered with junk - the junk from Daniel's boxes as he'd started unpacking his life again.
"Sometimes it seems like my life is just...boxes," Daniel had said as he hauled out the Indonesian carved garuda statue out of a packing crate of shredded paper. "Moving from dig to dig, from place to place. Back and forth and round and round..."
"Ascending and descending?" He'd offered and the blue eyes had gleamed up at him for just a moment.
"That, too."
In some ways it had been therapeutic watching Daniel unpack his things. The rest of SG-1 milled around, feeling out of place, at odds with Daniel's return. But he had no conflict with it - the world and his life was a sudden sea of calm after a year of stormy weather.
But the packing was only half-done by the time night fell and they went out as a group. Dinner and drinks.
Oh yes. The drinks.
Somehow, along the way, they lost the others and Daniel had one drink too many.
Which was why there was the warm weight of the man leaning heavily against his shoulder.
Bedroom... right.
He tried to move, but found that Daniel had fallen completely unconscious and sighed.
This was going to be very demeaning for the upstanding Dr. Jackson, but...
He took one arm, and essentially hauled Daniel over his shoulder, much like the proverbial sack of potatoes. Working out against Teal'c had paid off in the end.
There were no protests or muffled complaints; it seemed his companion was down for the count.
Once in the bedroom, he backed up to the bed with careful precision. Then, with one arm around Daniel's back, he eased him down onto the patterned quilt. The young man's head turned to one side, mouth slackly open, eyelashes dark against the pale skin.
A long moment passed as he sat beside the slumbering archaeologist, admiring the clean-cut features, familiar and unfamiliar to his gaze, wondering at the structure of the bone beneath the skin.
Then basic practicality intruded.
He'll be pretty uncomfortable lying like that all night.
Carefully, he eased Daniel further up the bed, then sat down at the end of the bed, and began unpicking the laces of the brown suede-like shoes. It wasn't an easy job to do, bent over the shod feet in the dim light, but he managed it. First one shoe, gently laid down on the floor, then the other.
He pondered the socks for a moment, deciding whether to leave them on or take them off, then started in surprise as they wiggled in unison.
The laugh that came from the head of the bed crackled a little, but was no less genuine for its roughness. "You should see your face! Don't Kelownans wiggle their toes?"
Jonas huffed in surprised relief - and just a little annoyance. "How long have you been awake?"
Daniel smiled faintly, "Uh...since..." he coughed. "Since you took off my shoes. I think."
"You think?"
"Well, I remember you taking my shoes off." A slightly wicked grin touched the other man's mouth. "And I saw you contemplating my socks, so I thought I'd give you a surprise."
Jonas smiled easily. "You should have stayed quiet. You might have gotten me to undress you and put you completely to bed without having to do a thing."
The answer was a soft snort. "You'd have woken me up somewhere along the way. Unless you're a very skilled undresser."
It was a teasing comment and Jonas answered without thinking. "I'll have you know that my skills at undressing..." He paused, realising the time and place of the conversation and the person he was conversing with. "Never mind." He glanced away.
"Your skills in undressing are...?"
Jonas was in two minds about this. While Kelowna was behind Earth on some matters such as technology, the Kelownans were far less prudish in their social aspects than Earthlings.
And sexuality was one such area.
Daniel coughed. "I'm waiting."
Jonas looked up and spoke through the uncertainty that racked him as he met Daniel's eyes. "Let's just say that none of my lovers ever complained."
"Really?" Eyebrows rose. "And would you be willing to give me a demonstration?"
Now it was Jonas' eyebrows' turn to rise in disbelief. "You want...?"
He'd already gained sexual experience on Earth. Lieutenant Rush's flirtatious interest had produced some fascinating experiences over the last few months - including what humans on Earth called 'bondage' practises. For a woman dedicated to the healing profession, she had considerable skill at inducing exquisite pain in a man - and then making him forget that he was hurting at all until the tremors of orgasm stopped.
From talking to Sam - or rather, from what little she would tell him about - 'bondage' was not a more-commonly-admitted practise among humans. The impressions Jonas had received from her were ones of more steady, stable physical relationships with an emotional component. Teal'c confirmed this from his observations of human relationships, and Jonas had no idea what the Colonel thought. The very thought of the temerity of walking up the Colonel O'Neill and asking him how his sex life was going gave Jonas a bad case of the shakes. Had he ever possessed the audacity to ask such a question, Jonas had no doubt that he wouldn't have gotten out of the room alive.
He knew enough about Dr. Jackson to know that, to date, all his known relationships had been with women. It was enough to assume heterosexuality, although, if things were otherwise, any inhibitions about approaching the men who worked on base regarding emotional and physical liaisons would be reinforced by the military anathema towards homosexual relationships.
"I want a demonstration."
Jonas had to remind himself that Daniel had had a couple of drinks tonight. He was probably talking with the alcohol and nothing more. His own metabolism burned the drinking alcohol on Earth faster than it could take a hold in his system - but Daniel was a by-word in easy-drunkness.
"I don't think that's a good idea right now. You've been drinking tonight..."
Daniel sat up far more fluidly than a drunk should have been able to move. "I'm not drunk, if that's what you're thinking." Indeed, the words weren't slurred at all. "And I'm quite aware of what I'm doing - propositioning you. And if you think the alcohol might have taken away my ability..."
His hand was led to the crotch of Daniel's pants, and placed lightly over the slight bulge there. Not fully up, but certainly on the way there.
Jonas pressed down in experiment and received a fierce inhalation from the man whose hand still rested atop his. A button and a zipper later and hot flesh throbbed beneath his fingers - powerful and erotic. He traced the still-swelling organ with his fingertips, rubbing the flesh this way and that, familiarising himself with the texture, and inciting Daniel to utter a soft groan.
"You've...had practise at this...haven't you?"
Jonas grinned at the gasped words. "I'm afraid this isn't my first time at this, Dr. Jackson."
"And I was so hoping to be your first...oh, shit, stop...stop!"
Jonas jerked his hand back swiftly, feeling the slight tackiness between his fingers, wondering what he'd done wrong.
Daniel panted in the silence, evidently struggling for control. "It's been too long," he murmured, eyes closed. "I didn't think... The ascended don't. And while I was...it didn't matter - it was just one of those things... But now...back in my body..."
"Your body thinks it's been a long time since you last..."
The eyes opened, direct blue where Jonas' own changed between green and blue. "It's been a long time anyway," Daniel told him. "I just... You know when you've been numb for a long while, and then you get feeling back again? It's like that. Only..."
"Only more powerful," Jonas said softly, understanding. As humans said, 'Absence made the heart grow fonder,' Kelownans said, 'Abstinence makes the next release stronger.'
The thought of Daniel writhing under his hands, in the throes of a prolonged orgasm, was almost too intoxicating to be borne. He began to stiffen in arousal himself, and before he could question his response, he leaned forward, and kissed the other man's collarbone beneath the lapel of the check shirt.
As he drew back, he watched for revulsion, rejection, reluctance in Daniel's expression.
He found none of those.
"Jonas..." It was a plea, not a protest and, as he bent in again, he smiled against the fine skin.
He licked the hollow between the clavicles as his hand unbuttoned the shirt by touch. Button, kiss. Button, kiss. Button, kiss. His finger traced over one nipple, and the other man sucked in a harsh breath that became a moan as the last button popped open and the shirt front fell open revealing a slim torso, sleek and pale and the hand glided on down past the open fly and back to the pulsing flesh thrusting proudly beyond the confines of the open trousers.
Every kiss was marked by another movement of the hand, and after a couple of kisses, Jonas's caresses were met by thrusts from Daniel's hips. The movements were slow at first, then became faster. The heartbeat under Jonas' mouth thundered on as he made his way up his lover's body, pressing down on the erection with greater ferocity as the thrusts upwards grew more frantic.
A hoarse cry of satisfaction and release barrelled out of Daniel's chest as he orgasmed and there was wetness between Jonas's fingers from ejaculation. But he caressed the hard flesh without mercy and felt the body under his mouth and hand spasm taut again in a second orgasm before he began to ease his touch and the erection wilted, growing limp after its exertions.
He sat up, well aware of the pulse of blood in his own groin, but too pleased with his handiwork to care much at this moment.
Daniel lay back on the dark pillows, panting; naked to the groin and pleasured to the point of exhaustion.
It was a very pleasing sight.
Jonas climbed off the bed, having a care for his own half-erect penis in the confines of his boxers and trousers, and went in search of a bathroom.
He washed his hand of Daniel's semen, and found a washcloth which he ran under warm water for a couple of seconds, then squeezed out. As he came back into the bedroom, he met Daniel's lazy gaze and grinned openly at the languor of release. He could feel those eyes on him as he gently cleaned off the now-flaccid organ and tucked it neatly inside the silken boxers with a last fond caress. "Welcome back, Dr. Jackson."
There was an uneven catch to Daniel's voice as he noted, "I've never had a welcome...quite like that, Jonas." He sat up slowly and took the washcloth from Jonas' hands, tossing it over the bedside table. "I hope you won't take offense if I return the...ah...experience." Now he was slipping out of his jacket and shirt, revealing the outlines of a torso rather more sleek than lean or muscular but nevertheless well-favoured.
Jonas' heart pounded into steady overdrive as he shucked off his own jacket, tossing it off the bed. "None at all."
A smile grew on the sensuous mouth. "Good." Daniel tugged Jonas' t-shirt up and over his head, discarding it somewhere off the edge of the bed. Then he pushed Jonas backwards so he was sitting in the middle of the queen-sized mattress. Almost revently, Daniel skimmed his hands over Jonas' skin. He stroked the faint outline of fine pectoral muscles, and ran a thumb down the centre of Jonas' chest to the hollow at the base of it.
The caresses were sensual rather than outright erotic, but Jonas enjoyed the sensation of hands on his body.
"Sam said you work out against Teal'c."
"Uh...yeah."
"It shows." Blue eyes gleamed in the hall light, dividing the handsome planes of the face into dark and bright. "Here..." Daniel bent down and traced his tongue along the edge of one pectoral, leaving hot, dark desire in his wake. "And here..." The other pectoral was carefully outlined with a hot, wet tongue. "And here..." Fingers flexed on his stomach, as a mouth fastened on his nipple and sucked hard.
Breathing is good, he reminded himself as dark spots appeared before his eyes. Breathing is very good...
But breathing was forgotten as the zipper of his trousers was pulled down and fingers slipped into the crevice. Jonas had time for a very inelegant squeak before Daniel leaned in to kiss him.
It was a powerful kiss. Dr. Jackson was a legend in linguistics - and it was no wonder, Jonas decided, dizzy under the onslaught of slender fingers and skilled tongue. The rhythm of harder-lighter-harder-lighter resonated with something deeper in Jonas' sexual psyche: the pulsing rhythm of penetration.
"Daniel..." he managed as that hot mouth moved down his throat leaving red welts where it bit and suckled at his skin.
"Shhhh..." Daniel murmured, pushing him back to lie against the pillows. The hand was now fully inside Jonas' boxers, swirling patterns up and down his cock that was making it really hard to think. And the mouth was still moving down over his pectorals, down over his convulsing stomach...lower...
Just above the pubic hairline, Daniel sat up and Jonas couldn't smother a groan.
A wicked grin flitted over the fine-cut features and Daniel's tongue snaked out to lick his lips. "And this is another Earth tradition that I'm rather fond of..." And he watched in mesmerised fascination as Daniel straddled his shins and bent over him slowly...
The feel of a wet tongue sliding up his hard cock was incredible. But not as incredible as the hot warmth enclosing the tip of his erection. The archaeologist sucked hard, drawing the shaft deep into his mouth, and Jonas nearly arched upwards, desperate for more of that sensation. He stopped himself from doing so by the merest margin of self-control - he didn't want Daniel to choke on his cock.
The wet heat retreated, then drove down over him again - further this time, then retreated... The rhythmic assault drove rational thought out of his mind. Jonas could only grunt as his lover continued the expert assault on hypersensitive flesh. Daniel's tongue swirled over the domed tip, then slid down the underside of his throbbing cock and Jonas was sure there was no actual word for the sound he emitted from his mouth, throat, and gut.
Once again, Daniel sucked the shaft into his mouth...but this time, he growled in his throat as he did so, and the vibrations shattered the last vestiges of Jonas' self-control. He cried out as he came - something incoherent and indistinguishable - but the mouth on his cock never stopped. It sucked him through the convulsions of release and kept working on him until he was dry and panting from the exertion.
Vaguely, Jonas was aware of fingers cradling him as his erection flagged. And of the amused and satisfied gaze of Daniel, propped up on one elbow on the pillow beside him as his heartbeat stabilised.
"Good?"
"Yeah," Jonas breathed. "Something else..."
A knowing smile eased over Daniel's face, "Good." There was a moment's pause before the archaeologist asked, "Hungry, now?"
Jonas smiled a little as the last tingles of delight faded. "They haven't told you? I'm always hungry."
"Metabolism...?"
"Janet says it works faster than yours."
"So...you eat more."
"Yep."
"And burn it off faster?"
"Yep."
The fingers around his still-exposed balls curled around the shaft of his flaccid penis. "And you recover faster?" Not merely an expert tongue, but expert fingers also...
"I think..." Damn, his body was already responding as he batted the eager hand away, "I think that food sounds good right now..."
"And seconds later?"
Jonas rose from the bed, tucking himself in as he did so. "Seconds later, Dr. Jackson... But only if you're good."
Daniel smiled, slow and sensuous. "I'm always good, Jonas."
* Finis *
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