Hands on the waistband, Jack paused before removing his briefs to join Daniel in bed. His erection had wilted and he looked incredibly nervous. Daniel kicked off his own briefs and sat on the edge of the bed. He gently pulled Jack towards him to stand between his spread thighs. “Usually when I offer a blow-job, you can’t get undressed fast enough,” Daniel said quietly, letting his breath warm Jack’s flaccid cock through the white cotton.

Jack’s hands flailed a moment before resting on Daniel’s shoulders. “I did what you asked. Got the tattoo.”

Daniel’s cocked jerked, leaving a glistening streak of pre-come on Jack’s leg. “Oh, baby. Turn around and let me see.”

“You said it was my choice—”

“Yes, yes,” Daniel urged, attempting to get Jack to turn, “now let me see.”

“As long as I was marked as yours,” Jack finished uneasily.

Daniel gave up his attempts at persuasion and getting Jack to move. He quickly pulled down Jack’s briefs. The block-lettered tattoo on the length of Jack’s flaccid penis stated: Pron. He stared at it open-mouthed. What the hell had Jack been thinking?

“Suck me, Daniel.”

Daniel sucked. He needed the time to think. It was a little too late tell Jack that he’d had something else in mind.

It didn’t take long for Jack to become fully erect.

Feeling Jack’s fingers stroking through his hair, Daniel released the hard cock with a wet smack. At the sight of Jack’s long and spit-slicked penis, Daniel’s mouth stayed open is amazement.

The letters of the tattoo glistened with wetness. Daniel smiled at the words: Property of Daniel Jackson.

(Sorry; what was the question?) :)