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'Separation Anxiety', Jack/Daniel, R, 590 words
Yay! The muse actually spoke as I was reading a fic. :-)
Separation Anxiety
Jack, it turns out, is all about the oral. Giving head and giving it well. Astoundingly well.
Daniel’s immensely gratified to be the recipient of Jack’s innate talent, make no mistake, but he’s none too happy about the rest of it. Because Jack doesn’t let Daniel return the favor, doesn’t let Daniel so much as touch him. Jack disappears into the bathroom and attends to matters himself, leaving Daniel limp, confused and a little hurt. Casual sex doesn’t work this way, in his somewhat limited experience. Jack’s friendship continues to be… friendly, maybe even a little more so, but Daniel feels more and more shut out just the same.
“Why won’t you let me?” he finally asks, when he thinks they’ve been doing this long enough that maybe Jack won’t kick him out on his ear.
Jack twitches. “Because we shouldn’t even be doing this much.”
Daniel thinks about it a minute. “Okay. Isn’t this backwards then?”
Jack’s face scrunches up. “What?”
“If I were the one sucking you, you could say that something was being done to you, that you weren’t doing anything.” Daniel watches Jack carefully. “It seems like it would be more of a macho, Air Force-type thing if you weren’t, you know, being… penetrated.”
Jack gives him a hard, cold stare. “I’m doing exactly what I want to be doing. Do you have a problem with that?”
Daniel blinks. “No, I… well, hardly!”
The muscles around Jack’s eyes relax.
“I totally enjoy what you do to me. You… actually you have no idea.”
“Oh, I have some,” Jack says, with briefest and faintest of smirks.
Daniel huffs air through his nose, acknowledging that his reactions don’t tend to be any secret. Or any too quiet. “It’s just….”
“And I enjoy it, too,” Jack interrupts, more loudly than necessary.
“Of course you do. I know… you wouldn’t….” Daniel frowns.
“Sometimes I jerk off before you come over,” Jack says, looking away. “To make sure I last.”
Daniel feels his eyes widen and his jaw drop. This is Jack, laying himself bare.
Jack gestures abruptly with his hand, still not looking at Daniel.
Daniel gives himself a shake, pulling his thoughts together. “Um, would that be so bad?” he asks. “If you came while…?” He finds himself gesturing with both hands. “I mean, I wouldn’t have to touch you. I wouldn’t even look, if you didn’t want. I could close my eyes. But you could….”
Jack purses his lips and blows air through them.
Daniel bites his own lip.
“I hate these kinds of conversations,” Jack says, finally meeting Daniel’s gaze.
Daniel hastily forces himself to look shocked.
Jack snorts, but shifts his weight uncomfortably.
“Look, it’s just….” Daniel squeezes his eyes shut briefly and sighs. “If we’re going to keep having sex together, it would be nice to do it in the same room occasionally. That’s all.”
Jack grimaces, but there’s something in his expression that gives Daniel room for hope.
“You’ll think about it?”
There’s a long pause.
Jack looks him directly in the eye. “Yes.”
Daniel’s mouth wants to shape itself into a smile, hovers on the brink, but Daniel is frozen in the moment. His eyes can’t look away, his brain can’t issue commands or formulate coherent thoughts, his limbs are useless. He can’t speak. He can barely breathe.
Only his heart, for the first time in more than two years, is fully alive and functional as it opens to accept the gift it senses is being offered.
Daniel stares into Jack’s trusting eyes and feels himself falling.
Separation Anxiety
Jack, it turns out, is all about the oral. Giving head and giving it well. Astoundingly well.
Daniel’s immensely gratified to be the recipient of Jack’s innate talent, make no mistake, but he’s none too happy about the rest of it. Because Jack doesn’t let Daniel return the favor, doesn’t let Daniel so much as touch him. Jack disappears into the bathroom and attends to matters himself, leaving Daniel limp, confused and a little hurt. Casual sex doesn’t work this way, in his somewhat limited experience. Jack’s friendship continues to be… friendly, maybe even a little more so, but Daniel feels more and more shut out just the same.
“Why won’t you let me?” he finally asks, when he thinks they’ve been doing this long enough that maybe Jack won’t kick him out on his ear.
Jack twitches. “Because we shouldn’t even be doing this much.”
Daniel thinks about it a minute. “Okay. Isn’t this backwards then?”
Jack’s face scrunches up. “What?”
“If I were the one sucking you, you could say that something was being done to you, that you weren’t doing anything.” Daniel watches Jack carefully. “It seems like it would be more of a macho, Air Force-type thing if you weren’t, you know, being… penetrated.”
Jack gives him a hard, cold stare. “I’m doing exactly what I want to be doing. Do you have a problem with that?”
Daniel blinks. “No, I… well, hardly!”
The muscles around Jack’s eyes relax.
“I totally enjoy what you do to me. You… actually you have no idea.”
“Oh, I have some,” Jack says, with briefest and faintest of smirks.
Daniel huffs air through his nose, acknowledging that his reactions don’t tend to be any secret. Or any too quiet. “It’s just….”
“And I enjoy it, too,” Jack interrupts, more loudly than necessary.
“Of course you do. I know… you wouldn’t….” Daniel frowns.
“Sometimes I jerk off before you come over,” Jack says, looking away. “To make sure I last.”
Daniel feels his eyes widen and his jaw drop. This is Jack, laying himself bare.
Jack gestures abruptly with his hand, still not looking at Daniel.
Daniel gives himself a shake, pulling his thoughts together. “Um, would that be so bad?” he asks. “If you came while…?” He finds himself gesturing with both hands. “I mean, I wouldn’t have to touch you. I wouldn’t even look, if you didn’t want. I could close my eyes. But you could….”
Jack purses his lips and blows air through them.
Daniel bites his own lip.
“I hate these kinds of conversations,” Jack says, finally meeting Daniel’s gaze.
Daniel hastily forces himself to look shocked.
Jack snorts, but shifts his weight uncomfortably.
“Look, it’s just….” Daniel squeezes his eyes shut briefly and sighs. “If we’re going to keep having sex together, it would be nice to do it in the same room occasionally. That’s all.”
Jack grimaces, but there’s something in his expression that gives Daniel room for hope.
“You’ll think about it?”
There’s a long pause.
Jack looks him directly in the eye. “Yes.”
Daniel’s mouth wants to shape itself into a smile, hovers on the brink, but Daniel is frozen in the moment. His eyes can’t look away, his brain can’t issue commands or formulate coherent thoughts, his limbs are useless. He can’t speak. He can barely breathe.
Only his heart, for the first time in more than two years, is fully alive and functional as it opens to accept the gift it senses is being offered.
Daniel stares into Jack’s trusting eyes and feels himself falling.
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