Jack returned nearly an hour later, stomping feet and stripping layers off as fast as possible, unaware that Daniel hadn't returned to his room. Awakened by the sudden activity, Daniel's eyes shot open to the view of Jack bent over, wrestling with his boots and shucking another layer. Jack turned as he wrangled his way out of his sweatshirt and spied Daniel, who was looking in his direction -blinking & openmouthed.
Daniel's sleep fogged brain took in Jack, divested of jackets, sweatshirt and shoes. Face flushed and hair mussed in five directions. A band of sweat on his t-shirt collar led Daniel's eyes south to Jack's biceps, still tense & looking all - he mentally flailed - muscle-y from the winter workout...and stood quickly, startled by his own reaction. Losing his blanket, and nearly his balance, he grasped for the former & windmilled for the latter. Jack swooped forward to steady him, and didn't miss the straining at the front of Daniel's shorts. "Whoa there, Danny, you'll wind up back in the infirmary." Jack grabbed him by the arm & supported his back with his other hand, adding further tension to the muscles in his shoulders and arms. Daniel flung a hand out for support landing it squarely on a solid bicep, and as his internal self-editor was currently still asleep said *exactly* what his brain did...
"Oh...baby." This came out less like an endearment, and more like a growl-which made sense, because as heartfelt as his affection was for Jack, this reaction had a lot less to do with his heart than other parts of his anatomy.
Daniel, balance restored and eyes now wide awake, still clung to Jack's arm...apparently transfixed by the play of muscle beneath his hand. He looked up at Jack, and all the air seemed to exit the room. Daniel stared at Jack. Jack stared back. Nobody moved - till everybody was moving and suddenly Daniel found himself faced front, with Jack's arms supporting him gently, restrained tension evident in the muscles of his neck.
"Daniel," Jack breathed evenly, "are you implying you see something you like here?" Jack's steady gaze belied his teasing tone. If this was finally *that* moment...the one he tried very very hard not to wonder about and never ever to long for, he was ready.
Daniel couldn't believe he'd just put it out there. He swallowed his surprise, because hell, if Jack was asking..well, he was definitely, finally, telling.
Except, and this might just be a first, words completely failed him. Thinking to himself that communication was so much more than language, he looked steadily at Jack, slid his hands all the way up those arms, till they rested, gently, but firmly on either side of Jack's neck. His thumbs briefly traced a pattern on Jack's jaw, eliciting a small sound and a hitched breath. Then Daniel was pulling him forward and kissing him. Not feather light, not aggressive, but with intention.
Breaking the kiss without moving away, Jack breathed in the scent of Daniel and the air of rightness & breathed out his words against Daniel's lips..."oh, baby." Daniel felt the endearment and arousal and promise and melted into words he would never have said, and now would never take back.
Re: Snow, baby. part2
Date: Jan. 11th, 2009 04:27 pm (UTC)Daniel's sleep fogged brain took in Jack, divested of jackets, sweatshirt and shoes. Face flushed and hair mussed in five directions. A band of sweat on his t-shirt collar led Daniel's eyes south to Jack's biceps, still tense & looking all - he mentally flailed - muscle-y from the winter workout...and stood quickly, startled by his own reaction. Losing his blanket, and nearly his balance, he grasped for the former & windmilled for the latter. Jack swooped forward to steady him, and didn't miss the straining at the front of Daniel's shorts. "Whoa there, Danny, you'll wind up back in the infirmary." Jack grabbed him by the arm & supported his back with his other hand, adding further tension to the muscles in his shoulders and arms. Daniel flung a hand out for support landing it squarely on a solid bicep, and as his internal self-editor was currently still asleep said *exactly* what his brain did...
"Oh...baby." This came out less like an endearment, and more like a growl-which made sense, because as heartfelt as his affection was for Jack, this reaction had a lot less to do with his heart than other parts of his anatomy.
Daniel, balance restored and eyes now wide awake, still clung to Jack's arm...apparently transfixed by the play of muscle beneath his hand. He looked up at Jack, and all the air seemed to exit the room. Daniel stared at Jack. Jack stared back. Nobody moved - till everybody was moving and suddenly Daniel found himself faced front, with Jack's arms supporting him gently, restrained tension evident in the muscles of his neck.
"Daniel," Jack breathed evenly, "are you implying you see something you like here?" Jack's steady gaze belied his teasing tone. If this was finally *that* moment...the one he tried very very hard not to wonder about and never ever to long for, he was ready.
Daniel couldn't believe he'd just put it out there. He swallowed his surprise, because hell, if Jack was asking..well, he was definitely, finally, telling.
Except, and this might just be a first, words completely failed him. Thinking to himself that communication was so much more than language, he looked steadily at Jack, slid his hands all the way up those arms, till they rested, gently, but firmly on either side of Jack's neck. His thumbs briefly traced a pattern on Jack's jaw, eliciting a small sound and a hitched breath. Then Daniel was pulling him forward and kissing him. Not feather light, not aggressive, but with intention.
Breaking the kiss without moving away, Jack breathed in the scent of Daniel and the air of rightness & breathed out his words against Daniel's lips..."oh, baby." Daniel felt the endearment and arousal and promise and melted into words he would never have said, and now would never take back.