How It All Began, Part One, NC-17, J/D, BDSM

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Have you ever wondered how Daniel and Jack wound up in a D/s relationship?

NC-17, BDSM, m/m slash Stargate SG-1 fanfic

Part One of How It All Began 

DISCOVERIES AND EXPERIMENTS

It was 9:15 on a Saturday morning when Jack rang the doorbell to Daniel’s apartment. Receiving no answer, he juggled the containers of coffee and pastries that he was carrying in order to dig out his key. Letting himself in, he moved into the kitchen and deposited his bounty on the counter. He popped the lid on one of the coffee cups and took a cautious sip. Cup in hand, he wandered towards Daniel’s bedroom. It was empty.

He had seen Daniel’s car out front, so he knew his friend couldn’t have gone far. He smiled, surprised that Daniel had gone anywhere, period, this early on a day off. Being a total night-owl, he usually tended to sleep in and join the living some time after noon. Oh, well, he was bound to be back soon.

Jack plopped down on Daniel’s couch and reached for the remote. A video cassette box on the coffee table caught his eye. It was a generic white box with a label printed on the side. And Jack had seen such boxes before; in fact he had several stashed away in his bedroom closet. He reached for the box, laughing a little bit. Okay, what kind of cheap porn did Daniel Jackson watch?

‘To Serve My Master.’

Holy

….

Jack squirmed on the couch. Just reading the label had sent a jolt straight to his cock. He glanced towards the front door, and then his thumb went to the VCR button on the remote. He powered up the VCR and the TV, and hit play. The tape resumed playing at some mid-way point. He probably stopped the tape after he came, Jack thought, fighting down a sense of guilt. What he saw on the TV screen soon removed guilt, and all other cognitive thought, from his mind.

Jack stared at the screen with a sense of near panic running through him. This wasn’t what he had been expecting. This was….oh, God, this was hot! It was….it was making him hard, that’s what it was doing. Daniel? He stared at the screen, entranced by the action that was unfolding. A man on his hands and knees, being fiercely paddled. The sound of the paddle striking the man’s ass, the redness that followed. Oh, Christ! A large hand stroking the red bottom caressingly. The man on his knees raised his head and moaned with pleasure.

Jack was barely aware of his own moan. His hand went to his crotch and pressed against the burgeoning erection that was making his jeans entirely too tight. The paddling was over, and now the spankee was being fed the cock of the spanker. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing! The red ass was lovingly framed by the camera, as its owner went to town on the enormous prick of his master. His master. Oh, God.

“What are you doing, Jack?”

Jack nearly fell off the couch. He had never heard Daniel come in. He fumbled for the remote, which he had dropped in his surprise. “I’m sorry,” he stammered, looking frantically for the Stop button.

“Put down the remote,” Daniel said coolly.

Surprised, Jack put it down, looking up at Daniel with wide eyes. He heard a cracking sound from the TV and his eyes jerked in that direction. The master was using a cat’o’nine tails on the man who was so thoroughly and lovingly sucking his cock. Jack gasped involuntarily. Daniel surveyed the bulge in his friend’s pants. He licked his lips.

“You like that?” Daniel asked in a low voice. Jack’s hand moved swiftly towards the remote. “Don’t,” Daniel ordered sharply. Jack dropped his hand to his knee. Daniel watched the other man’s erratic breathing for a moment. “Keep watching,” he said softly. Jack’s eyes flickered, and returned to the screen, where the master was coming down the other man’s throat, clutching his head and calling out for him to suck harder. Jack was trembling, sweating, his cock throbbing. The screen went dark, but then another scenario started, with two new men. Jack shook his head, glancing towards Daniel nervously. “Do as you’re told,” Daniel said firmly.

Jack helplessly watched the new couple, as one folded himself over the other’s knee. Soon a firm hand was descending repeatedly onto his ass, which soon grew pink and then red in color. Jack was panting and squirming uncomfortably.

“Have you ever seen anything like this before?” Daniel asked. Jack nodded. “Two men?”

“No,” Jack gasped. A vibrator was being slowly inserted into the red ass that filled the screen. “Never.”

“I can tell you like it,” Daniel said quietly. “And you know that I like it, too.”

Jack shot a glance at him. “Yes,” he said, nodding. He had been trying not to think about that. He turned back to the screen. “I know.” He sounded dazed. He was dazed. And so terribly, terribly hard that he ached.

The couch sagged beneath Daniel’s weight as he sat down next to his friend. “But what I don’t know, is which man you wish that you were right now.” Jack startled as Daniel laid a hand on his shoulder. “So I need you to tell me, Jack. Which man are you?” Daniel looked at the screen. The two men had moved to lay on the bed, and the man on the bottom was handcuffed to the bed frame. “Are you feeling the cuffs around your wrists, Jack? Is your ass hot and red?”

“Daniel?” Jack asked in confusion.

“Answer me,” Daniel commanded, in a voice that Jack had never heard him use before.

“I…yes,” Jack stammered. He could feel himself flushing. He felt like he was inside a furnace, yet there was a cold fear in the pit of his stomach. None of this was real, none of it. This couldn’t be happening. Could it?

Daniel felt an almost over-powering flare of excitement, which he struggled to control. He had to stay calm. One of them had to stay calm, and it wasn’t going to be Jack, that much was obvious. He removed his hand from Jack’s shoulder and stood up. “You’ve been prying, Jack.” He watched the other man’s body jerk. “You had no business turning on my VCR and watching my tape. Did you?”

Jack’s lips moved soundlessly.

“I didn’t hear you,” Daniel said.

“No,” Jack whispered. “I’m sorry.”

“You should be,” Daniel said. “And you will be. Stop the tape.” Jack complied, shaking. “Look at me.” Jack turned his head slowly and looked up at Daniel, arousal and fear showing on his face in equal portions. “You’re going to go into my bedroom, now. And you’re going to lower your jeans and your underwear, and you’re going to lay facedown across my bed.”

“Daniel,” Jack said in a pleading tone. “I can’t…”

“Do as you’re told,” Daniel said sternly.

Jack struggled to his feet, his rigid cock impeding his progress. He met Daniel’s eyes and shook his head. “Daniel,” he said breathlessly, “we can’t do this!”

Daniel sighed. “Jack,” he said kindly, “I’m not going to hurt you. You know that, don’t you?” He stepped closer, and briefly touched Jack on the cheek.

“It isn’t that,” Jack said frantically. ‘I just…can’t. Please!”

“I don’t remember giving you a choice,” Daniel said, watching the other man closely. “Just do as you’re told, and trust me with everything else.”

Jack blinked at his friend. That almost made it sound easy. Just trust Daniel, and follow his…orders. His cock jerked painfully within the confines of his pants. Lowering his eyes, he stepped around Daniel and headed for the bedroom. Daniel watched him go with lustful eyes and a pounding heart.

~~~~

Jack was stretched out across Daniel’s bed, his jeans around his ankles. He was shivering. Where was Daniel? He knew better than to worry that this was all some kind of a joke, but how long was he supposed to wait like this? It probably hadn’t been more than a few minutes, but it seemed like forever. His face burned hotly as he pictured how he must look, what Daniel would see when he came into the room. God, Daniel, don’t keep me here like this, I’m dying.

He heard footsteps, and he lost the ability to breathe.

Daniel swallowed dryly at the sight that met his eyes. He came closer to the bed, listening to Jack’s ragged gasps for air. He knelt beside the bed and met Jack’s nervous gaze. He reached out and put a warm hand over Jack’s. “It’s only me, Jack. Don’t forget that.” Jack seemed to relax slightly. “If you want to stop at any point, just say ‘red light’. If you’re not sure, and you want a minute to think, say ‘yellow light’. Okay?”

Jack grimaced. “Yellow light.” Daniel chuckled and patted his hand. Jack stared at him seriously for a moment, face blank, and then said, “‘Green’ is for go?”

Daniel rose to his feet. “Yes, Jack, you catch on very quickly,” he said harshly. He saw the man stretched out on the bed visibly gulp. He let Jack see the wooden spoon that he had brought with him from the kitchen. He watched Jack’s eyes widen and then clench tightly shut. “You’ve earned a spanking, and I’m going to make very sure that you learn your lesson, Jack. You don’t pry into other people’s privacy. Not without consequences.”

Jack braced himself and waited for the first blow. He had had spankings as a youngster, but he had no idea what this was going to feel like. This was something completely different. The spoon landed on his left buttock and he inhaled sharply. He rapidly assessed the damage in his mind, and knew that Daniel had been gentle that time. Another blow fell, stinging, but not heavy. He felt his cock press harder against the mattress.

Two blows in rapid succession, harder than the first two. Fire, then sparks. Wonderful, tingling sparks that made the blood run faster in his veins. More. He had known, somehow deep inside, he had known how this would make him feel. This submission. He had dreamed of a moment like this, but nothing could have prepared him for the reality. And the fact that it was Daniel who was responsible for all of it was astonishing and didn’t bear thinking about.

Daniel landed a hard blow to the underside of Jack’s left buttock. He listened in satisfaction to the incredible sound that issued from the man on the bed. That was good; he’d been too quiet up until now. “Is the light still green, Jack?” he asked as calmly as he could.

Jack could only moan loudly in response, eyes wide open and shining. Four crisp, smacking strikes of the spoon rained across his thighs. Not sparklers. Firecrackers. Bright pain. He clutched at the bedclothes and moved his hips, thrusting his cock against the bed. “Lie still,” he was ordered. He stopped moving, and his eyes slid shut. That voice…was it really Daniel whose voice sounded like sex personified? A hand touched his bottom, feeling cool against his heated flesh. Fingers trailed over places that still tingled from the kiss of the spoon. He remembered a similar scene from when he had first begun to watch the video. I’m living it, he thought dazedly.

Daniel tried to fight back his arousal. This wasn’t about him. This was all for Jack. Later, if all went well, he would reap his reward. But for now? With a last caress, he took his hand away from Jack’s red bottom. “Get on your knees,” he ordered.

Jack slowly managed to do what Daniel wanted. He knelt, head hanging down between his braced arms. He could see his erection straining towards his stomach. A cool hand touched him. Oh, God. Oh, no. Don’t come, don’t come, he begged himself. Wide-eyed, he stared at Daniel’s hand as it stroked and squeezed his cock. This isn’t happening. He closed his eyes, so that he wouldn’t have to see, wouldn’t have to watch his own complete downfall.

“Five more, Jack,” Daniel told the kneeling man breathlessly. “Five hard ones. You’re gonna love them; I promise.” The red ass before him swayed from side to side as Jack reacted. Daniel smiled. Practically begging for it. He turned the spoon in his hand, and let fly, watching as the handle sank into Jack’s flesh.

“Ahhh,” Jack cried out in surprise. He had tried to keep quiet, but this was too much. Pain took on a new shape, and a new dimension. The handle of the spoon burned into his flesh. Daniel was branding him, claiming him. His mind dissolved. Two. Three. Four. Five. His head sank to the bed, his upper body sagging. Daniel.

“Lie down on your back,” Daniel commanded his willing victim.

Jack fell to the bed and rolled over. He groaned with pleasure and pain as his abused ass came in contact with the comforter. He looked up at his tormentor pleadingly, trustingly.

Daniel smiled knowingly at the desperate man writhing on the bed. “I want you to come for me, Jack,” he said, eyes glinting. “Show me how you come.” Jack’s hand crept towards his prick. Daniel nodded, his excitement nearly overwhelming him. “Show me,” he managed to grind out.

Jack felt no shame. A tiny part of his mind told him that that would come later. For now, he needed this. He needed release, and he needed to obey Daniel. He stroked himself, hesitantly at first, and then more strongly. He looked at Daniel’s intent face, the lust-enlarged pupils of his eyes. He saw Daniel’s heightened color, and the beads of sweat that stood out on his face. He came, grunting and panting. White fluid shot up over his chest, catching in the hairs there, and more leaked down over his pumping fist.

As he watched Jack pleasure himself, Daniel came in his pants without ever touching his erection. He sank weakly to the bed and watched as Jack shot another thin ribbon of come. Jack’s hand stilled. His eyelashes fluttered. His chest rose and fell with great gasping breaths. Daniel reached over and gently rubbed Jack’s semen into his belly.

Jack was distantly aware of Daniel’s touch. As the sweat began to cool on his body, the sensation of warmth from Daniel’s hand stood out in stark contrast. Jack slowly floated back to earth, grounded by his best friend’s touch. He crashed into awareness, eyes jerking open in panic. “Daniel?” he said anxiously.

“Relax,” Daniel advised him calmly, removing his hand. “It’s still just me, remember?”

“That’s actually part of the problem,” Jack blurted out.

Daniel shook his head. “No. We’re still the same people we were an hour ago. We just know a bit more about each other than we did before.” He surveyed Jack’s tight-lipped face. “And you know a lot more about yourself. Is that freaking you out?”

Jack looked away. “Duh,” he said crossly. This shouldn’t have happened.

“I’ve done this before,” Daniel informed him, watching his face carefully. Jack looked at him in shock. “I’m bi-sexual, and I’m into domination and submission.” Jack licked his lips and raised his eyebrows, but was speechless. Daniel smiled hesitantly. “What else?” he murmured. “Um, I haven’t been imagining something like this since the minute I met you, or staring lustfully at you in the showers, or anything like that.” Jack looked doubtful and Daniel grinned. “Well, not much, anyway. Why don’t you go ahead and get dressed?”

Daniel left the bed and walked over to the window, giving Jack a moment of privacy. He heard the creak of the bedsprings and the rustle of cloth, and the soft noise of a zipper. He turned back around. Jack was sitting on the side of the bed running his hands through his hair. Daniel walked over and joined him. “Confused?” he asked gently. “I had a wonderful time, and I think you did, too.”

Jack jerked his head around. “I shouldn’t want that,” he said, his skin beginning to crawl with embarrassment and shame. “I shouldn’t want you. Oh, crap! That didn’t come out right,” he said, horrified. He didn’t want Daniel.

Daniel shrugged gently. “It’s sexual for you. Some people want pain, or punishment, or need to submit, and that’s where it’s at for them. I’m not sure exactly where your needs are coming from, but obviously for you it’s arousing and at least partly sexual in nature.” Jack flushed and swallowed hard. Daniel narrowed his eyes. “For me, too, you know,” he said mildly. “Came in my fucking pants,” he admitted, grimacing at the sticky feeling.

Jack’s jaw dropped. He recovered, and quipped, “I guess I must have missed that part.”

“Yeah, you were kinda busy,” Daniel answered with a big smile.

Jack smiled back half-heartedly. “What happens now?” he asked with some trepidation.

“Depends on you,” Daniel told him. “We can forget the whole thing happened, or we can remember it fondly but agree that it’s never going to happen again.” Jack stared at him. “Or we can see where it takes us. We’ve just touched the surface of what we could be together.”

“You don’t think that’s weird?” Jack asked uneasily. We. Together.

“No,” Daniel said honestly. “We’ve found something we have in common. We each have something to offer the other. If you want to explore this side of your personality, Jack, you’ll be safe with me.”

“I don’t know,” Jack said dully. “I’m not comfortable with the whole thing.”

“I can understand that,” Daniel told him. “I was new to all of it once, myself, and I remember having a lot of doubts and concerns. I think we can have some great times together, with this. But you should take some time and think it over before you try to make a decision.”

“Right,” Jack mumbled, getting to his feet. “I’ll, uh, I’ll let you know what I decide, I guess.”

“Jack.” Daniel smiled. “Here’s what I want you to do. I want you to go home and think about what happened here. Remember all of it. Remember the things you felt and thought. But no playing with yourself.” Jack stood more stiffly erect. “Oh, and no shower. I want you to wear your dried come, and think about how you would feel if it were mine.”

Jack’s eyes grew wide. “Jesus, Daniel!” he gasped.

Daniel stepped into the other man’s personal space. “It’s sexual for us, Jack, and that means we’ll be having sex. You and me. You’ll wear my come, and you’ll learn the taste of it, and you’ll feel it dripping out of your asshole when I’m done fucking you.” Jack swayed backwards and Daniel gripped his arm tightly, holding him in place. “You’re going to go home now and think about everything I’ve just said.” He released Jack and left the bedroom.

Stunned, Jack stood for a few moments, looking around the room, wondering what had happened to turn his life upside down like this. Coffee and pastries, he remembered. Who knew? He went to find Daniel.

Daniel looked up as Jack came out of the bedroom. He was satisfied with what he saw in the other man’s face. He motioned Jack towards the front door. “You can take a shower when you get ready for bed,” he instructed. “And call me when you get into bed. We’ll talk. I’ll answer any questions you have. And hopefully you’ll have an answer for me.”

“What if I don’t?” Jack asked.

“Then you’ll sleep on it, and we’ll talk again in the morning,” Daniel told him with a smile. “And saying ‘yes’ doesn’t commit you to anything. You can always change your mind.”

“Red light, green light?” Jack asked slowly.

“Sure. You’re always in control, Jack. It’s just that you need to be willing to hand that control over to me. But it’s always yours to take back at any time.”

Jack nodded, and the two friends shared a smile. “Don’t worry, Jack. Things will work out, no matter what you decide. I promise.”

~~~~

It was nearly midnight when Daniel’s phone rang. He answered it with, “Are you in bed, Jack?”

Jack snorted. “Yes, I’m in bed, mother.”

Daniel smiled. “Good. Been doing a lot of thinking? Got questions for me?”

“Oh, I’ve got questions all right. I don’t know where to begin, in fact.”

“Just pick one,” Daniel advised. “Doesn’t really matter what order we address them in.”

“Right.” Jack thought for a second. “Okay, here’s one. When did I lose my mind?”

Daniel snickered. “Gee, I don’t know where to begin…”

“Very funny, Daniel,” Jack told him. “But, seriously. I woke up this morning as a fairly straight, heterosexual man with a few weird fantasies. I’m going to bed tonight thinking about starting up a kinky relationship with my best friend. Frankly, I don’t get it.”

“You said you’d watched BDSM videos before, right? Male on female, or the other way around?”

“Both,” Jack said uncomfortably.

“Which one was your favorite?”

“I liked them both,” Jack said, after a moment’s thought.

“In that case,” Daniel guessed, “you were probably focused mostly on the male partner in both cases. Sort of putting yourself in the shoes of the man being dominated?”

“Yeah, probably,” Jack muttered.

“And having little interest in the submissive female, but getting aroused by the male figure who was dominating her.” Daniel listened to the silence at the other end of the line. “Of course, I’m just guessing here.”

“And what does that say about me?” Jack asked as nonchalantly as he could.

“That you have a kink. That your brain is wired in a specific way, for whatever reason. That the seeds of what happened at my apartment today were planted years ago.” Daniel wanted to make this part clear to Jack. “What happened today isn’t as sudden as it might appear at first glance. You’re the same guy who got out of bed this morning, but you’ve gained some self-knowledge in the course of the day.”

“I usually try to avoid that,” Jack quipped weakly.

Daniel laughed gently. “More questions?” he offered. “Daniel Jackson, answer man, at your disposal.”

“Well, here’s one that’s had me wondering. Where the hell were you this morning?”

Daniel wrinkled his brow. “I went for a walk. Why?”

“Oh, your walk just happened to change my entire life. So, no particular reason,” Jack deadpanned.

Daniel snickered. “By the way, did I ever thank you for the pastries?”

“You’re hilarious,” Jack told him sourly.

“So I’m told. Next question?” There was a lengthy pause. Daniel could hear Jack breathing. He waited patiently.

“You talked about fucking me,” Jack said, in such a low voice that Daniel had to strain to hear him. “Would that go both ways?”

Daniel bit his lip and winced. “Penetration is not one of my favorite things, Jack. And it really doesn’t fit in all that well with the roles that you and I would be playing.”

Jack shifted in his bed, and sighed. “Not really something that I’d particularly care to give up, if you know what I’m saying,” he pointed out.

“Oh, no, I get that, Jack. I really do. And if we decide to go at this thing long term, then I would make a point of giving you opportunities to express yourself sexually in ways that don’t fit in with stereotypical submissive behavior.”

“Um, so that would be a yes?” Jack ventured. “Just to be clear.”

Daniel laughed out loud. “Yes, in a potential future that may or may not come to pass, I would let you fuck me. Just to be clear.”

“Sweet!” Jack observed, sinking back into his pillows. “Not that I’m lusting after you or anything. Just that I like fucking. You know what I mean.”

“I do,” Daniel assured him.

“What happens next?” Jack wanted to know. “If I want more? If I say yes?”

“Then you come over here tomorrow afternoon, and we try out some more things. Light bondage. We bring each other to orgasm. I want to keep it simple to start out.”

“Hey, you know me!” Jack joked. “Simple’s the way to go.”

“See you around two?” Daniel asked, holding his breath as he waited for Jack’s answer.

“I’ll be there,” Jack gulped.

A shiver ran through Daniel. “I’m glad. Sleep well, Jack.”

“Yeah, you too.” Jack hung up swiftly. His heart was pounding, and his cock was hard. He wanted to jerk off, but Daniel had ordered him not to. He groaned and rolled over onto his side. The very thought of that made him even harder. No doubt about it, his brain’s wiring was seriously, seriously fucked up.

~~~~

Jack presented himself at Daniel’s doorstep at two o’clock on the dot. He was freshly showered and shaven. He had changed clothes twice. What did one wear to a spanking? Not that Daniel had specifically mentioned spanking last night on the phone, but Jack was assuming…okay, hoping. The door swung open to reveal Daniel. Jack’s eyes widened and his cock hardened. Daniel was wearing nothing but a pair of tight, faded jeans.

Daniel watched Jack flush with arousal, and waited for his gaze to rise high enough to meet his eyes. It took a minute; apparently Jack couldn’t stop staring at his bare chest. Finally their gazes locked. “Come on in,” Daniel said, stepping back. Jack entered nervously and Daniel closed the door firmly behind him. He gave Jack a long look up and down, and then told him, “Strip.”

So much for wondering what to wear

, Jack thought, mildly shocked. But his hands automatically went to the buttons on his shirt as he started to comply. A glance at Daniel showed a small, pleased smile on his face. Something tightened in Jack’s chest at the sight. He undressed with haste.

When Jack stood nude in front of him, Daniel came closer. Placing a hand on Jack’s shoulder, he moved behind him and inspected his ass. The marks from the spoon he had used yesterday were gone of course, but there were one or two small bruises. He stood where he could see Jack’s face and curved his hand over his bottom. Jack’s lips parted in a gasp. “Did you masturbate?” Daniel asked softly.

Jack shook his head, feeling the hand begin to stroke his buttocks. “No,” he managed to say. The hand cupped one buttock and squeezed.

“That’s good,” Daniel said, stepping away with a smile. “I’ll have to reward you for that.” He stared into Jack’s eyes. “Obedience will always be rewarded.”

Jack swallowed. “Yay?” he ventured. Daniel laughed out loud, and Jack felt the tightness twist in his chest again. Daniel didn’t laugh nearly often enough. Sparkling blue eyes looked at him warmly, and suddenly Jack was very glad that he had decided to come over. When Daniel reached out for his hand, Jack gave it to him without a second thought and allowed himself to be led to the bedroom.

The covers of the bed had been stripped away, leaving just the fitted sheet. On the bed, Jack saw a small towel, a tube of lube, a hairbrush and a coiled belt. He stood and looked at them for a moment, feeling his cock twitch with excitement. Daniel asked, “Do you need to know what I have planned? Or are you comfortable with just taking things one step at a time?”

“That’s fine,” Jack whispered. Daniel patted his shoulder soothingly.

“Remember your safe words?” At Jack’s nod, Daniel instructed him in a low voice, “Lie face down on the bed.” When Jack was in place, Daniel stroked his hand firmly down Jack’s strong back and over the curve of his ass. “Put your hands behind your back,” he ordered.

Jack shivered, closed his eyes tightly, and stretched his arms down to his sides, sliding his hands up to rest in the small of his back. He felt the bed sink as Daniel knelt above him and began to bind his wrists, wrapping them in the twisted belt and tucking the ends in securely. The bed rose as Daniel climbed off and Jack fought back a momentary sense of panic. Daniel wasn’t the enemy, and he hadn’t been captured. He was willing; he wanted this. It wasn’t frightening, it was exciting. He visualized the hairbrush and began to pant.

“Ready?” Daniel asked, voice hoarse. He waited just long enough to give Jack a chance to utter a safe word, and then smacked the hairbrush down onto the pale flesh of his friend’s bottom. Jack’s arms jerked, pulling his wrists against their bonds. Daniel landed three more blows in quick succession and then paused to admire the four pink marks he had created. Jack’s hips rose and subsided.

The brush descended once more. It was different than yesterday. A different feeling. Different shape, different material, different sound. Jack had the feeling that this was going to last for quite a while. He really hoped so. He burrowed his face into the sheet, and spread his legs a little. The bindings on his wrists…so good. Daniel hit him on the back of his right thigh and Jack moaned loudly, the sound muffled by the mattress.

Daniel continued to strike, keeping the pattern random. When he reached the count of twenty, he paused. Eyes gleaming, he ran his hand softly over the reddening flesh, enjoying the heat that met his palm. He saw Jack’s fingers twitch, his shoulders move. Daniel moved closer to the head of the bed and stroked a gentle hand over Jack’s sweat-damp hairline. “Doing okay, Jack?” he asked.

Jack turned his head to the side and opened his eyes, looking up at Daniel’s flushed face. He just smiled tightly, unable to find speech at the moment. Daniel stroked his brow again and Jack’s eyes slid shut with a sigh. “Ten hard ones,” he heard, and Jack’s entire body tensed in response, his back arching. Yes, yes. Give them to me, Danny. Daniel gave them to him.

Jack jerked and moaned. He cried out. Tears sprang to his eyes and slid down his face. Through it all, his rigid cock tried to drill a hole into Daniel’s mattress. He felt the belt being removed from his wrists and he hoped that it wasn’t about to be used on his ass. At the same time, he wondered how it would feel, and whether he could take it.

Daniel patted Jack’s red-hot bottom with approval and said, “Turn over.” Now he could see Jack’s tear-stained face and tight-shut eyes. And rigid, weeping cock. Picking up the towel, Daniel gently wiped sweat and tears from his friend’s face. Jack opened his eyelids slowly and looked up at him, gratitude in his eyes. Daniel picked up the lube and squeezed a generous amount onto his hand. Closing the tube and tossing it aside, he transferred some of the slippery stuff to the fingers of his right hand. “Pull up your legs, Jack.”

Jack raised his legs, reaching beneath his thighs and pulling his knees towards his chest. He tried to remember how to breathe as he waited for Daniel to breach his body. He needed to come; he was aching for Daniel to give him relief, and release. He wasn’t afraid. He was on fire. He felt a finger pressing at his anus and he moaned with delight. “Please, Daniel.”

Daniel looked up, startled at Jack’s words. He smiled happily. “Yes, Jack,” he said soothingly. “I’m going to make you feel much better.” He slid his finger up inside Jack and enjoyed the contortion of his friend’s face. He looked down to where his hand rested against Jack’s red bottom, his index finger hidden up inside his depths. He bit his lip, continuing to fight down his own arousal. Jack first. Then Daniel had a plan that he didn’t want to ruin by creaming his jeans again. He reached for Jack’s prick and began to coat it with the lube that covered the palm of his hand.

Jack cried out at the first touch of Daniel’s hand on his cock. Oh, God! His hips began to jerk convulsively.

“Wait, Jack!” Daniel told him. “Just one more second, just one more finger.” He withdrew his hand, and slid it back up with two fingers pressed tightly together. Two thrusts, and Jack was coming, his cock pulsing in Daniel’s hand, warm seed spattering over his stomach.

Through the fog that was descending on his brain, Jack felt Daniel’s hand rhythmically squeezing his cock, getting every last drop out of his balls. His rectum was contracting and releasing around the fingers that remained buried deep inside him. What would Daniel’s cock feel like, up there? He imagined Daniel’s warm weight pressing him down into the mattress, Daniel’s hot come filling his ass. The idea filled him with contentment. He groaned. What’s happening to me?

Daniel carefully removed his fingers and wiped his hands off on the towel. Jack released his grip on his thighs and lowered his feet to the bed, laying with arms limp at his sides. His chest rose and fell rapidly; his eyes were closed. Daniel gave him a poke. “Don’t get too comfortable. You’ve got a job to do.”

Jack opened dazed eyes and looked at Daniel in confusion. Daniel chuckled and grabbed Jack’s hand. “Sit up.” Jack let Daniel pull him upright and swing his legs over the side of the bed. “Scoot forward,” Daniel said, tugging. When Jack was sitting where he wanted him, on the edge of the bed, Daniel carefully unzipped his jeans, and his erection sprang free. He moved between Jack’s feet and said, in a soft, deep voice, “Suck me.”

Jack stared at the engorged cock, nearly purple in color. He looked up at Daniel’s expectant face. And he wanted to make Daniel feel as good as Daniel had just made him feel. He didn’t know how to give a blow job, but he knew what he enjoyed. He took Daniel in his hand, and tentatively touched his tongue to the weeping tip of his cock. Daniel made a strange noise, and Jack felt that twisting sensation in his chest once again. He opened his mouth wide and slowly swallowed as much of Daniel as he dared.

Daniel watched in amazement as his cock disappeared into Jack’s mouth. He struggled to remain still. Let Jack do this at his own pace, don’t force it. He felt Jack’s tongue curling and sliding around his length, and he gasped in pleasure. Jack looked up at him for a second, wide-eyed, and then returned his full attention to his task. Daniel reached down and stroked Jack’s hair, firmly. “That feels really good, Jack. You’re doing very well.”

Jack quivered at those words, and began to apply suction, moving his head rapidly now up and down Daniel’s cock. This wasn’t bad at all, he could handle this. Smelling and tasting Daniel. He suddenly wanted badly to know how his semen would taste. He moaned in excited anticipation.

Daniel felt the vibration of Jack’s moan against his cock, and he lost his battle for control. “Coming!” he warned. He felt Jack’s fingers slide up his thigh and stroke against his tightly drawn up ball sac, and he shouted his pleasure. Daniel clutched the base of his cock, to prevent himself from going too deep, and began to rock back and forth into Jack’s eager mouth.

Jack felt the first spurt of Daniel’s seed against his tongue and then another against the back of his throat. He swallowed, breathing rapidly through his nose, fighting his gag reflex. Daniel’s hips stilled, and one hand held Jack’s head tight against his crotch. Jack sucked softly, wondering if Daniel was finished coming. He felt a quiver run through the other man, and more salty liquid drizzled onto his tongue. He drank it down, enjoying the taste, trembling at Daniel’s deep groans. Thrilled to give Daniel so much pleasure.

Daniel relaxed his grip on Jack’s head but didn’t pull back. And Jack stayed right where he was, softly suckling and licking at Daniel’s rapidly shrinking cock. Daniel sighed with contentment and envisioned an exciting future. Jack was a natural at this, born to submit. Eager to please. They already had a close bond of friendship, and that made it even better. At least from his point of view. He would give Jack all the time he needed, but ultimately he thought they would wind up on the same page.

Jack felt a pang of disappointment when Daniel took a step back and pulled out of his mouth. He licked his lips, getting a last taste, and then ducked his head, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

Daniel tucked himself away in his pants and zipped them up. Then he sat on the bed beside Jack and picked up one of his hands, holding it between his own. “Thank you, Jack,” he said.

A huge grin broke out on Jack’s face as he dipped his head even further. “You’re welcome,” he laughed softly. He felt one of Daniel’s hands come up to rub his shoulder. He laughed again, happy. They sat there together, just like that, for a couple of minutes. Then Jack finally raised his head and looked at his friend. Daniel was beaming at him. “What now?” Jack asked simply.

“We go to work tomorrow. We see how things go, how things work now between us. Hopefully we won’t find any problems that we can’t figure out how to solve. You’ll decide on Friday if you want to continue with what we’ve started.”

“I could tell you now,” Jack replied.

Daniel grinned happily. “Let’s see what the week brings. Remember, this is still in the experimental stage.”

Jack leered at him. “Gives me a whole new appreciation of the scientific method.”

Daniel raised his eyebrows. “Ooh, I think hell just froze over.” Jack smiled at that, but soon his face grew more serious.

“If I say ‘yes’ on Friday?” Jack watched Daniel’s face hungrily.

“What’s next?” Daniel finished for him. “Oh, I don’t know. Let’s see.” He lifted a hand to brush against Jack’s closest nipple. “I can think of a lot of ways to make these ache.” Jack’s eyes widened. “A nice big vibrator to shove up your ass; what else?”

“That’s enough!” Jack said, a tremor running through his body.

Daniel covered his lips and said softly, “A gag to muffle your cries of pain while I take a paddle to your bottom?”

Jack obeyed an impulse, and without conscious thought, his tongue came out and licked the palm of Daniel’s hand.

Daniel cupped Jack’s face possessively. “We have a lot to look forward to, Jack. It’s up to you.”

Jack stared helplessly into Daniel’s intense blue eyes, knowing what his answer was going to be. He was lost.

And found.

http://sid.dreamwidth.org/28109.html Part Two

Comments

[wraith816.livejournal.com]

Yay, you figured out how to put fic up! :D

Just a teenie bit of advice about the LJ thing...while all the THINGers know you well enough to know what kinda fic this is gonna be, you probably wanna make it clearer outside the LJ cut that this is NC-17 BDSM, in case some poor little innocent should find your journal. ;-)

[sid]

Testing my "edit entry" skills, are we? LOL. *dashes off to protect the innocent - while they still can claim to be such*

[wraith816.livejournal.com]

Awwww...look at our little Sid, growing up, learning how to edit an LJ entry all by herself! *wipes away a tear*

[trika.livejournal.com]

Oh, my. *guh* (again!) I love how each part feels like it could stand as its own story, but knowing it's just the beginning...

More places to read your fics. Yay!! :^D And yay for getting the hang of the cut.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_minxy_/]

Wow, did you change the font size as well?

Awwwww, posting fics, lj cuts, bolding, italics.... *sniff* It's just beautiful.

*waves hands*

Talk amongst yourselves. *sniff*

[sid]

I used Rich Text. I cut and pasted my story, and clicked on Rich Text, and voila! Tomorrow, Part Two! (I'm pacing myself)

[adafrog.livejournal.com]

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG hot!

[sid]

Oh, hi there! One of my very first posts here, so I knew nothing about linking to subsequent parts. Hope you find 2 thru 4 okay, they're probably right after this one, lol.

[kaziwren.livejournal.com]

Je...sssss....uuuusssss!

[sid]

:-) This chapter won Best J/D Kink in last year's Stargate Fan Awards. I was so surprised and pleased!

[lady-susan-lj.livejournal.com]

*wants to be in Jack's shoes*

Very hot. Thanks for posting.

[sid]

So glad you liked it. I loved writing this series.

Jack's a lucky man.

[mirror-mirrin.livejournal.com]

"What did one wear to a spanking?" OMG, I absolutely love that line! Not sure if this is meant to be a prequel to 'Intensity" (kinda dived headfirst into the story), but I sure am imagining that it is. I don't quite know how the interaction between Jack and Daniel is onscreen as I've only seen the both of them separately on SGA. I imagine that Jack would be the one with the more forceful personality complete with sarcastic quips at every moment whereas Daniel is the kind of nerdy eccentric guy? Can't wait to read more of this.