Daniel watched Jack's truck come down the street and smiled. Even when Jack said that he might pop by he was punctual. The adrenalin was pumping through his body at the thought of what he was about to do. He had five minutes to get prepared while Jack parked and got the elevator up. He cranked up the volume on his stereo and settled in the chair that was most visible from the hallway. Jack O'Neill was about to be left in no doubt how Daniel felt.
Jack could hear the music coming from Daniel's apartment. He would never be heard above the volume so he let himself in. As he walked through the hallway he realized why the music was so loud as sounds coming from the lounge stopped him in his tracks. Even over the music he could hear Daniel moaning. He turned to leave and almost made it to the door before curiosity, tinged he had to admit with a bit of jealousy, got the better of him. Daniel was having sex. Daniel was having very loud sex but who with?
He tried to think but as far as he knew, Daniel wasn't seeing anyone. Surely he'd have heard about it if he was? Daniel didn't talk to him about his personal life but he talked to Carter and she talked to Janet, who was the biggest gossip at the SGC, so he'd have heard. A casual thing? That didn't seem to fit either. Daniel wasn't the kind of guy who'd go out and just find someone to fuck. Jack couldn't resist peeking into the lounge to see if he could find out. A quick look couldn't hurt, could it?
Jack got himself into a position where he could see without being seen and then looked. He pulled back quickly as his legs turned to jelly. He closed his eyes and tried to still his breathing but the image was burned into his brain. Three facts quickly established themselves. Daniel was alone, Daniel was jerking off and Daniel was gorgeous.
He was laid back in a big armchair, his t-shirt was off and his jeans were open and pushed down below his waist. Jack got an eyeful and what an eyeful. When had Daniel got so built? He knew Daniel was attractive. He'd just tried not to think of Daniel in that way. Even so, he occasionally crept into his fantasies and probably would be promoted to the starring role after this.
Jack tried to regain his composure so he could leave before Daniel was finished. The constant stream of words and moans coming from him was too distracting. It seemed Daniel talked a lot during sex and somehow this didn't surprise Jack. It also didn't surprise him that he couldn't understand most of what Daniel was saying. He managed to identify most of the languages. Whenever he'd heard Daniel dreaming in their shared tent when they were on missions it was the same mixture of French and Arabic with a little English and Abydonian. Then one word leapt out at him.
" Jack!"
His first instinct at hearing his name was to panic thinking that Daniel had seen him. When his adrenalin level dropped Jack's thoughts started racing. It took a while for the fact that Daniel was fantasizing about him to sink in. never He thought it possible that Daniel could feel anything but friendship towards him. He had only ever seen Daniel flirt with women. That didn't mean anything, however, since flirting with men wasn't wise when surrounded by marines. He'd attributed any thoughts that Daniel was gay or bi to the military machismo he'd spent his life surrounded by and wishful thinking.
By the time Jack gathered his thoughts Daniel was quiet. Jack risked another look knowing that Daniel was probably spaced out in post-orgasmic bliss. He stood for a while taking in the view. The film of sweat covering Daniel's body was shimmering in the sunlight. Jack ran his eyes over Daniel's body. He tried to commit the details, like Daniel's tight stomach and erect nipples, to memory for later enjoyment.
Jack slipped out of the door quietly before Daniel began to stir. He got in his truck and started to drive. He needed to think. The song playing when Jack had entered ended in time for Daniel to hear the click of the door as it shut. It had been hard keeping still while he could feel Jacks eyes on him. Judging by the way Jack's eyes had burned into him he was pretty sure that he hadn't just scared away his best friend but all he could do now was wait.
There were so many reasons Jack shouldn't just turn around and tell Daniel that he wanted him. His brain just kept flashing up the image of Daniel in the chair as the answer to all objections. Every time he thought of Daniel moaning his name, Jack's dick twitched. He needed to think with the head on his shoulders not the one begging for attention in his jeans. He found a quiet spot and pulled off the road.
" Here's the deal. If I give you something will you leave me alone to think for a bit?"
He decided on a little experiment and chuckled to himself as he thought how proud Carter and Daniel would be. He flicked through his mental catalogue of Daniel images. He thought of Daniel absorbed in a translation and his dick seemed vaguely interested. The picture of Daniel licking his lips induced a twitch, as did Daniel in his best suit. Daniel mid-rant got a much bigger response than expected. With his dick at full attention he leaned back and undid his fly.
Jack walked over to where Daniel was sitting. He stood for a second watching as Daniel's body arched into his own fist. He looked so good, eyes closed and lips parted slightly and he had a look of serenity. Then Jack bent and planted the softest of kisses on Daniel's lips. His eyes flew open in surprise as his hand was removed from his aching cock.
" Jack?"
" It's okay Danny, you just looked so good I had to taste."
Daniel moaned as Jack took another taste of his lips before deepening the kiss. Daniel recovered enough to reach up and pull his surprise lover closer. Jack allowed himself to rest on top of him feeling the heat that was radiating off the other man. Daniel reached down the side of the chair and handed Jack some lube. " Jack, fuck me now!"
The fantasy faded as Jack was beyond the point of thinking, overcome by sensation. The image of Daniel was all he could see. Daniel's distinctive coffee and spice scent seemed to fill the air and all the noises of the outside world retreated behind the sound of Daniel calling his name. Daniel's name escaped his lips as he spilled over his hand.
Minutes later, still panting, he cleaned himself up and set off for supplies. He had a plan. From now on there was to be no more fantasizing. Daniel Jackson was about to get a taste of the real Jack O'Neill.