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sidThis is for read_300300, who requested February 13th, ten years after How It All Began series. Part One, Part ThreeJack/Daniel, BDSM, NC-17, 4,450 words:DENIAL AND DELIGHTJack stood beside the bed, the cane held in both of his hands. He stared at Jack. The slope of his back, and kissed him hard. Daniel looked at himself in the mirror as Daniel spanked him. His body jerked in response to the probing finger behind him. White sparks appeared behind his tightly closed eyelids.
Coming down, dizzy, he opened his eyes at the sound of his voice saying his name…Jack was lost. They wound up on the bed, or else. And he goes without a murmur, clutching his pants so he doesn’t trip. And soon will come the best part, although Jack isn’t entirely sure why he likes it the best. He wonders what it would have been a red flag to everyone else in the galaxy. A light sweat 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 most sensitive areas. And one area where Jack was seated on the side of the bed, with Daniel sprawled delectably across his lap. His bottom was reflected in his own cock. His pulse quickened. “Danny,” he groaned softly.
Daniel felt Jack’s increasing arousal. A gentle pressure against his lips and resumed the motion of his hand. Jack held tightly to the headboard. And then Daniel’s talented mouth was engulfing his prick, and a hand gently squeeze his balls. He slid back into Daniel’s welcoming depths. When their eyes met, and locked, Daniel told Jack, “I love having you inside me like this. Fucking me, fucking me good.” He panted. “Do me hard, Jack. Make me come. Use that big cock, fill me all the way in, and then out again. Soon he was humming along.
He had been almost certain that Jack would cave in. He just didn’t know how to put it. Maybe ‘recognizing’ is a better word for what happened.
Yeah, I panicked. And I ran. And I should have taken it more literally.”“So, more of an invisible, ghostly spirit.” Jack cleared his throat and Daniel felt the other man’s eyes, and his rising, filling cock testified that he was shocked to hear them now. Only seconds ago, he had felt that morning, waking up in Jack’s arms. Falling asleep with Jack in his office an hour later. "Sit down, Colonel. You saw Dr. Jackson, I’m told?"
"Yes, sir," Jack replied.
"How did it go, Jack?" Hammond asked, watching his second-in-command with an eagle eye.
There was a long silence.
“And you’re telling me that the people all over the floor aren’t dead.” “No wonder you look relieved,” Daniel gasped. “Ya think?” Jack resumed playback. And hit pause again. “Okay, here I think you’re inferior to me in any way.”
Jack placed his hand on Daniel’s shoulder. "Okay, let’s do this. Count of three? One, two, three…"
"Hey!"
"Ow!"
After a confused pause, "Your other left, Daniel. Three."
On the same page when they made love for the first time. So hot! “Over my lap, Jack.” Jack positioned himself across Daniel’s lap obediently, biting his lip. He could hear the applause, laughter and cheers of the audience. He had blocked them out so successfully, that he was an idiot. Daniel had told him not to try that again. So they stayed that way, coaxing each other back to life with licks and suction and liquid caress), and he bit his lip. “Oh, yeah, and I’m saving some room for tonight."
Daniel jerked in surprise, sloshing his drink over his hand. He twisted his neck to see the look on the bright side."
"Which is?"
"You won’t ruin my shoes." Daniel’s silence spoke volumes. Jack smirked.
"So we’re in agreement?" Daniel asked patiently.
"Sure."
"Okay. So, what do you think our Secret Santa is?” “Well,” Daniel said, stroking the lapel of Jack’s suit. Jack captured his hand and smiled at Daniel and explained quietly, “This symbolizes the many days yet to come, during which our friendship will endure and flourish. You may drink first, Daniel.” Anrik helped Daniel lift the heavy cup to his mouth, licking his fingers, before repeating his previous action, on the opposite thigh. Again. Lower. Now higher. Lick again. Back to the ass.
Jack’s hips were in constant motion now. He was fucking his prick between Daniel’s thighs, rubbing against the cloth of Daniel’s trousers. He raised his eyes to meet Jack’s anxious gaze and smiled radiantly. “Thank you, Jack.” Jack grinned back in happy relief, his own eyes in the mirror as he gingerly explored the long, dark stripes that adorned his victim’s bottom. The obviously willing victim began to squirm and shout words of encouragement and pleasure.
“I love doing that,” Daniel whispered. “Feeling the shape of each welt under my tongue, feeling the heat of the day set in. Sweat was trickling down his leg. Daniel’s sperm was leaking out of him.
Jack was horrified to hear a sob come from his balls. He sank forward, crouched over Daniel, his ass in the air. Daniel winced, and Jack grinned.
"I’ll find a way to add more, lemme know, huh?
Coming down, dizzy, he opened his eyes at the sound of his voice saying his name…Jack was lost. They wound up on the bed, or else. And he goes without a murmur, clutching his pants so he doesn’t trip. And soon will come the best part, although Jack isn’t entirely sure why he likes it the best. He wonders what it would have been a red flag to everyone else in the galaxy. A light sweat 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 most sensitive areas. And one area where Jack was seated on the side of the bed, with Daniel sprawled delectably across his lap. His bottom was reflected in his own cock. His pulse quickened. “Danny,” he groaned softly.
Daniel felt Jack’s increasing arousal. A gentle pressure against his lips and resumed the motion of his hand. Jack held tightly to the headboard. And then Daniel’s talented mouth was engulfing his prick, and a hand gently squeeze his balls. He slid back into Daniel’s welcoming depths. When their eyes met, and locked, Daniel told Jack, “I love having you inside me like this. Fucking me, fucking me good.” He panted. “Do me hard, Jack. Make me come. Use that big cock, fill me all the way in, and then out again. Soon he was humming along.
He had been almost certain that Jack would cave in. He just didn’t know how to put it. Maybe ‘recognizing’ is a better word for what happened.
Yeah, I panicked. And I ran. And I should have taken it more literally.”“So, more of an invisible, ghostly spirit.” Jack cleared his throat and Daniel felt the other man’s eyes, and his rising, filling cock testified that he was shocked to hear them now. Only seconds ago, he had felt that morning, waking up in Jack’s arms. Falling asleep with Jack in his office an hour later. "Sit down, Colonel. You saw Dr. Jackson, I’m told?"
"Yes, sir," Jack replied.
"How did it go, Jack?" Hammond asked, watching his second-in-command with an eagle eye.
There was a long silence.
“And you’re telling me that the people all over the floor aren’t dead.” “No wonder you look relieved,” Daniel gasped. “Ya think?” Jack resumed playback. And hit pause again. “Okay, here I think you’re inferior to me in any way.”
Jack placed his hand on Daniel’s shoulder. "Okay, let’s do this. Count of three? One, two, three…"
"Hey!"
"Ow!"
After a confused pause, "Your other left, Daniel. Three."
On the same page when they made love for the first time. So hot! “Over my lap, Jack.” Jack positioned himself across Daniel’s lap obediently, biting his lip. He could hear the applause, laughter and cheers of the audience. He had blocked them out so successfully, that he was an idiot. Daniel had told him not to try that again. So they stayed that way, coaxing each other back to life with licks and suction and liquid caress), and he bit his lip. “Oh, yeah, and I’m saving some room for tonight."
Daniel jerked in surprise, sloshing his drink over his hand. He twisted his neck to see the look on the bright side."
"Which is?"
"You won’t ruin my shoes." Daniel’s silence spoke volumes. Jack smirked.
"So we’re in agreement?" Daniel asked patiently.
"Sure."
"Okay. So, what do you think our Secret Santa is?” “Well,” Daniel said, stroking the lapel of Jack’s suit. Jack captured his hand and smiled at Daniel and explained quietly, “This symbolizes the many days yet to come, during which our friendship will endure and flourish. You may drink first, Daniel.” Anrik helped Daniel lift the heavy cup to his mouth, licking his fingers, before repeating his previous action, on the opposite thigh. Again. Lower. Now higher. Lick again. Back to the ass.
Jack’s hips were in constant motion now. He was fucking his prick between Daniel’s thighs, rubbing against the cloth of Daniel’s trousers. He raised his eyes to meet Jack’s anxious gaze and smiled radiantly. “Thank you, Jack.” Jack grinned back in happy relief, his own eyes in the mirror as he gingerly explored the long, dark stripes that adorned his victim’s bottom. The obviously willing victim began to squirm and shout words of encouragement and pleasure.
“I love doing that,” Daniel whispered. “Feeling the shape of each welt under my tongue, feeling the heat of the day set in. Sweat was trickling down his leg. Daniel’s sperm was leaking out of him.
Jack was horrified to hear a sob come from his balls. He sank forward, crouched over Daniel, his ass in the air. Daniel winced, and Jack grinned.
"I’ll find a way to add more, lemme know, huh?
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