After two days of cold rain and hard slogging through thick mud, Daniel's shower was a haven of warmth.
So much so that his fingertips were wrinkled when he finally spun the taps and climbed out from the shower to reach for the towel.
"I was wondering if you were ever coming out of there," Daniel commented, flicking on the fan switch.
"And you didn't spend nearly two hours in the bathtub after you got back from that desert planet?" Jonas retorted pulling the towel off the railing and stepping out onto the mat.
"Ah, but you already had lots of water on P7C-800."
"Cold water," the other man corrected as he dried himself off, the soft nap of the towel feeling oh-so-good after the warm shower. "Freezing cold water. You should have heard the Colonel swearing." The near-endless stream of cursing from Colonel O'Neill had been the one source of interest to Jonas on the walk home. Even 'up' people could get 'down' when it rained...and rained...and rained...and rained...
Daniel snorted as he leaned against the vanity top. "Fit to turn your ears blue, knowing Jack."
"It wasn't his language turning my ears blue," Jonas said, rubbing at the offending body part. "The wind was doing a great job of that." His hand moved to his jaw. He needed a shave. While his facial stubble didn't grow all that fast, it was starting to get prickly. "So, since the Colonel, Sam, and Teal'c seem to have found other engagements for the evening, what did you have planned?"
"Dinner."
"You cooked?"
The smile on Daniel's face was priceless. Intense smug satisfaction, and a gleam in his eye that boded for a fairly exhausting night. "Yup."
Jonas was surprised. Daniel was usually too deep in some translation or journal to be bothered cooking, although the archaeologist had been Earthside for two days before SG-1 trooped down the ramp. It wasn't that either of them was a bad cook, just that Daniel couldn't be bothered, or Jonas never had the opportunity to cook.
"So what's on the menu?"
"First course..."
"There are courses?" Jonas asked, even more surprised.
Daniel smiled as he leaned in close and stroked a hand down Jonas' belly to the edge of the dark green towel, brushing over his groin. "Oh, yes."
Jonas leaned forward and touched his mouth to Daniel's.
There was nothing quite like the warmth of another human being who wanted you after several days of slogging through cold, wet mud.
And the way Daniel's hand was moving beneath the towelling, Jonas was heating up very nicely.
He was expecting that they'd retire to the bedroom where they'd fuck like bunnies for, oh, as long as either of them could keep going. Then they'd spend a bit of time on their backs discussing whether they had the energy to get up and eat, before deciding to have the dinner Daniel had so painstakingly cooked. Over dinner, they'd discuss a variety of topics ranging from whether Jack and Sam really were screwing each other as the grapevine kept insisting, to whether or not the glyphs on a device from P4T-765 were a variation of the temple writings from the Poteidians. Then maybe dessert if there was any Ben and Jerry's in the freezer, and that would probably morph into bedroom games like licking cold ice cream off hot skin...
All in all, a very satisfying night.
Jonas was wrong.
Boy, was he wrong.
After a couple of kisses, Daniel pulled back and kissed Jonas' jaw. Then his throat, then his collarbone, now his nipple, now his belly...
His heartbeat began racing.
"Daniel?" Jonas knew where this was going, and he was not at all averse to being given head after having the most heavenly hot shower, but...
"Mmm?" Daniel looked up at him from where he was kneeling on the floor, smiling slyly.
"Are you sure about this? I mean, dinnerrrr..." Thought ceased as a sleek, wet tongue slid over his erection and laved the tip against the slickly dextrous muscle. Hot nodes of pleasure ignited through his body as he became hyper-aware of the veins in his body - particularly the one on the underside of his cock as the tip of Daniel's tongue stroked along it with exquisite slowness down to his balls and back up.
Oh... Gods of my ancestors...
The laving continued, harder and slightly faster - a beat matched by Jonas' pulse.
The bathroom faded into shades of white and brown and intense scarlet where his upright cock kept dipping into a wet, soft opening, going deeper and deeper as he slid into the brilliant cherry-redness...
Oh, Gods.
Fingers caressing his testicles, tracing small circles over the delicate papery skin. Smooth-tipped fingers - short-nailed, unfortunately - but tracing tiny, exquisite circles of sensation.
Then Daniel bit down, using his teeth lightly against swollen flesh. Jonas moaned and dug his fingers into his lover's hair. He could feel the tension in him winding tighter, tighter, tighter...
His erection vanished into Daniel's mouth, and Jonas felt the other man struggle against a gag reaction as the swollen head bumped his throat. To Jonas it felt...blissful. And powerful. And submissive.
Jonas was worked over, drawn up and up, again and again, until the suction on his cock increased and the fingertips massaging his testicles worked a little faster. Now he was grunting with every stroke, breath coming short and sharp as the tension cut deeply into his groin...
Release. Sweet holy Gods of his ancestors, release.
He gasped with the relief of orgasm, knees weak, belly trembling, mouth open and panting as he shivered through the last ticklish eddies of pleasure through his system.
The warmth of mouth vanished from his penis, to be replaced by the light roughness of terry-towelling draping back over his now-exhausted organ. And Daniel climbed to his feet licking his lips as if he'd just finished dessert. "Ready for dinner, now?"
Jonas found his voice. "After I've shaved." He inserted a kiss into the sentence. "And recovered."
Daniel smirked. "Don't take too long to recover," he told Jonas as he left. A moment or two later, the metallic scrape and clatter of pans being moved around became audible from the kitchen. Jonas shook his head, readjusted his grip on the vanity so he was facing the mirror, found the cream and his razor, and started shaving.
It was fairly obvious that the night was going to be very exhausting.
And Jonas was fully looking forward to it.
* Finis *
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