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They really secured this thing in the ground, Daniel thought. Good thing too or we’d be in trouble.
“Jesus Daniel,” Jack growled in his ear. “Do you have any idea how good you feel?”
“Could ask you – ah – the same thing,” he panted between thrusts. Jack set a punishing pace, fucking him hard and fast. One hand pushed down between Daniel’s shoulder blades, pinning him to the DHD, the other gripped his hip, pulling him back to meet his thrusts. Daniel moaned, letting his head drop forward, pressing one of the buttons.
“Must be doing a pretty good job, the way you keep moaning,” Jack snarked, pulling his cock nearly all the way out. Daniel whimpered at the loss before crying out as Jack slammed home.
Damn good job, Daniel agreed. He loved when Jack got like this, cocky and rough. It usually took some needling, and a fair bit of whining on Daniel’s part to bring out this side of his Colonel. This time had been the exception. They had a strict rule of ‘No sex, fooling around, handjobs, blowjobs, or undressing unless medically necessary off-world’ but this time Daniel couldn’t resist.
He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Jack all morning. About the way his hands looked pulling on his ballcap. About his broad shoulders and strong thighs, hidden away under layers of BDUs. About his long cock and the way it felt splitting him open. He didn’t want to wait until the mission was over to feel that again.
“How much time do you think we have til Carter and Teal’c come back through?” Jack whispered roughly. He pushed himself up, probably to watch his cock disappear inside Daniel. “Think we’ll be finished before then?”
Daniel whimpered, trying to get his hands in a better spot to meet Jack’s thrusts. This had all started innocently enough; Daniel had wandered over to the DHD, giving it a good archeological once-over, making sure to bend over right where Jack could see. Of course, he already knew everything they could know about the DHD at this point; staring at the thing wasn’t the point. Sam and Teal’c were getting ready to gate back, doing their part of the job on this mission (what exactly that was Daniel didn’t know. He’d been too busy staring at Jack’s hands twirling his pen during the briefing to pay attention), all Jack and Daniel had to do was hold down the fort from here.
One could argue that this was holding down the fort. Forcefully. Repeated. Fucking amazingly.
Jack started slowing his rhythm, dropping his voice further. “Imagine if Carter and Teal’c gated back right now.” He slowly slid back in, stopping just shy of where Daniel needed him most. “Imagine how wrecked you look.”
Daniel whimpered. If the other half of SG-1 gated back now, there would be no hiding. They would find him and Jack still blissfully joined, and Daniel wasn’t entirely sure Jack would stop. His pants pooled around his ankles and Jack’s were somehow still near his waist. He couldn’t turn to see Jack’s expression, but he had an incredible imagination and plenty of experience. He knew his own looked, well, wrecked.
Jack slid back out, unhurried, until just the head was inside. “Then again, I don’t think I want to share.” He slammed back inside, hitting Daniel’s prostate just right. He howled. “I don’t want Carter and Teal’c to see how well you take my cock.”
Jack resumed his brutal place and Daniel just held on for the ride. He gave up trying to meet his thrusts, much less trying to get a hand on his own poor neglected cock. Jack’s other hand slid down his back, teasing the inside of his hip. “Don’t wanna share all those adorable whimpers.”
Jesus. “Jack,” Daniel moaned out. He was so hard he was leaking, and he was close.
Jack leaned down closer, still fucking him hard. “Don’t wanna share how you moan my name like it’s the only word you remember.”
It is. Daniel’s entire world had been reduced to that wonderful cock inside his ass, that dirty voice in his ear, that teasing hand trailing the inside of his thigh now, the solid DHD under them.
“Don’t wanna share what you look like when you come,” Jack growled, finally wrapping a hot, tight hand around Daniel’s cock and oh god yes -
“Daniel? Hello, Earth to Daniel, do you read me?”
Daniel started, blinking back to reality. Jack leaned down in front of him, fully dressed, head cocked to the side. “What?”
“Sheesh, been trying to talk to you for the last five minutes. Where’d you check out to?” He straightened back up, one hand adjusting his ball cap.
Wasn’t so much of a where as a what. “Oh, just daydreaming.” And what a daydream it had been too. He’d been so close to the best part, before being rudely interrupted. He rolled his shoulders and shifted his weight. The stone steps of the gate weren’t doing his ass any favors.
Jack raised an eyebrow. “Care to share with the class?”
Sam was off a good distance away, collecting soil samples, or something. Teal’c hovered nearby, clearly in watchdog mode. Neither of them were paying much attention to their conversation. Daniel made to stand up, better to whisper something filthy in Jack’s ear, then thought better of it. Maybe he should keep sitting on this hard stone for a few more minutes.
Jack caught the aborted movement and smirked. “That good, huh?”
Daniel just stared at the DHD. Maybe he’d tell Jack later, while changing in the locker room and get him all worked up. Or maybe after they fuck in Jack’s bed, while they’re sated and sleepy. Or maybe he’d just keep this one to himself. “Definitely.”