by Joy
Daniel Jackson/Jason Coburn | Smutlet, FT | Futurefic
39 kb / 14 pages / 6,385 words
Summary: Jason knows it's now or never. It's time to take the chance.
Note: From Jason's pov, 3rd person; An AU version of Visits 1, post-season 10.
It's my own birthday present, so I've indulged in a few cliches. ;)
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"Give to me your leather, take from me, my lace."
Jason stood out on the balcony of Daniel's apartment, arms crossed, the remainder of a drink in his left hand. He watched as the sun set and swatches of yellow, orange, pink, and purple painted the horizon. Not far above it, dark clouds crept outward to blot out the color. The storm was edging closer and Jason could hear the rumble in the distance. In half an hour, it would be right over them.
The clink of ceramic plates reached him and he sighed, thinking he should go in and help Daniel with the dishes, but there really wasn't that much to do. It had been just the two of them, and it was Jason's 44th birthday; Daniel had made him dinner. A peaceful, happy night between friends, though Jason often wished for more than that. On Daniel's 43rd birthday last month, he'd considered telling him how he felt, but one of a dozen reasons, as always, kept him silent.
He had to be thankful for just having Daniel alive and well. The year before, Daniel had been injured during a firefight and had lain in a coma for five days. Jason had thought he would die for real that time, but once more, it had been Daniel's will to survive that had pulled him through--and thankfully, no mythological, metaphysical 9th-inning save helped him do it.
Jason had constant fantasies after that, that crazy old fantasy that Daniel's battle over death would have him seeing things differently, that he'd suddenly see him differently. Then there'd be that great happy ending. Jason smiled to himself, berating the idea, chastising himself for being so sentimentally silly. Why did he keep having that fantasy, that Daniel would just suddenly see him as more than a friend? Because it wasn't entirely implausible. Jason had had a feeling for a while now that Daniel was bisexual, so he'd think about how it would be, that Daniel would somehow magically divine that he loved him, and would--of course--have the same feelings for him.
But then logic would set in. If Daniel did know, and if he thought about Jason the way Jason thought about him, then there would be no dreaming, no speculation. Daniel was not the type of man to keep quiet about things that were important to him. Which meant that, given the non-action, Jason was fantasizing pointlessly--as he figured he was. Well, at least it was a harmless fantasy.
Sighing, Jason forced himself to focus on the other things to be thankful for, like the Orii threat having been neutralized. They were gone, and the people responsible had been, surprisingly, the Nox. It had been a bit of a shock to discover that the Nox were older than the Orii and the Ancients. They had simply not chosen to care much about ascension; their physical lives were just fine, thanks.
Jason remembered going into Daniel's office right after the Orii threat was declared over, finding his friend chuckling.
"What's funny?" he'd asked.
Daniel had then quoted something that had happened eight years before, on Tollana: "They walked a fine line."
Jason still found it amusing. A Nox named Antaeus had come through the Stargate, with the words, "You are free now." Daniel and Sam had been in the control room at the time and they'd said the man had smirked at them before disappearing back through the gate. Landry had said it was like a parent coming in to put up a gate in the doorway so "Baby" wouldn't go exploring and fall down the stairs again. Daniel's answer had been, "Except, who's the baby?" Soon after, Sam figured it was the Orii.
Checks had been immediately done: on Earth, at their listening posts, and with their contacts among the Tok'ra, Jaffa, and other nations. From what Sam had discovered, energy shields had been erected around other planets first, then finally, Earth. They were formed out of something that she could only describe as biological energy. Living shields, in a sense. They had blocked, and were still blocking, the coalescent energy the Orii required from their followers. And little by little, having no one to feed from, the Orii had lost their powers.
Or as General O'Neill had put it, "They got spanked and sent to their room."
They weren't actually dead, but they weren't around anymore either, and yet the celebration had been bittersweet. Ba'al, the Lucien Alliance, and all the other psychos out there still waged their petty little wars, still pissed on trees and beat their chests. Some of the Jaffa had gone into hiding, embarrassed that their religious icons had turned into nothing but smoke and mirrors; some started their own little wars. But all of those problem children were things the SGC and its allies could, and would, handle. It was a relief, and people were happy all around.
Jason couldn't help but wish for some of that happiness in his own life, and though he wanted it to include Daniel--
"What're you up to out here?" Daniel asked, startling him.
Jason looked over his shoulder, then pointed his chin at the sky. "Watching the sun set, listening to the thunder over the mountain." Daniel stepped out and closed the sliding glass door behind him, but he didn't venture onto the deck quite yet. He seemed to be waiting for something, or deciding something, Jason couldn't tell which. In his hand was his own drink and he sipped at it, giving him a strangely focused look that Jason unfortunately felt down below.
"What?" he asked.
"It's your birthday and you've been quiet all evening. What's wrong?"
Jason shrugged, momentarily at a loss for words; he couldn't tell him the truth and didn't feel like lying. It wasn't something he avoided doing--hello, gay man in the military--but he just simply hated doing it with his friends, especially Daniel. "Just thinking," he answered, then knew it was the wrong thing to say. Daniel's response proved it.
"About?"
Jason looked away and stared back out at the sunset; the pinks were turning reddish and the purples were now becoming violet. "How lucky we are," he hedged. It wasn't a lie. Just not the overall reason for his reserved mood.
Daniel finally moved up beside him, and for a brief moment, took half a step forward to peek over the railing before he stepped back to Jason's side. He swallowed and lifted his chin a bit, as if trying to see over the side from where he was. Jason knew why: though Daniel had mostly gotten over his fear of heights, balconies weren't included. The incident six years before had seen to that.
"Luck is not the only thing on your mind though, is it?" Daniel asked, turning his attention to him.
Relieved that Daniel seemed to be dismissing his fear, Jason followed his lead and focused on his words instead. Rolling his eyes at him, he grinned and asked, "In your many missions, are you sure you weren't hit with a telepathic virus or something?"
Daniel smirked back. "No, I just know you, that's all."
A tug pulled at Jason's stomach and he suddenly wished he'd lied, said something else. Daniel's words made his presence more than a bit distracting and Jason promptly decided misdirection was his only choice as a response.
"So you think it's something else, oh sage one?" he asked, knowing he'd get the desired result. Sure enough, Daniel threw him a dirty look, making Jason grin with victory. Regardless of his feelings, their friendship was still close and he loved their frequent teasing.
"Don't go there," Daniel warned with amusement. "You're older than me."
Jason snorted. "By a year."
"Jack would say that's seven dog years," he replied, grinning when Jason laughed.
"I guess he would."
Still smiling, Daniel softened it a bit as he stared back at him, but in an instant, the look suddenly became so fixed and serious that Jason knew he'd start fidgeting if Daniel didn't quit it. "What?" he asked, growing exasperated. "Do I have something in my teeth?"
"Tell me what you were really thinking about, Jason," Daniel asked.
"Daniel," Jason complained as he closed his eyes against the look on Daniel's face.
"What? You're never this quiet. Tell me what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," Jason said, shaking his head. "And stop using that tone on me."
Daniel laughed, looking incredulous. "Excuse me?"
Opening his eyes, he looked over with a fond, but cornering look. "Oh, you know the one. That particular voice you use when you want something." Daniel made a scoffing noise and shook his head and Jason rolled his eyes because of it. "I hate it when you know exactly what I mean and act as if I'm full of shit."
"You're not full of shit, Jason," Daniel answered quickly, furrowing his brows. "And my tone means I care, nothing more."
Jason cleared his throat and looked away again, going quiet for a few minutes. He half-expected Daniel to prod him for the answer to his question but knew damn well he wouldn't. Daniel would wait him out. With a sigh, knowing it was inevitable, Jason thought about what to say to satisfy his curiosity and figured that the only way not to lie was to walk around the truth, come at it from a different direction. Glancing at him, then back out at the sky, he finally broke the silence between them.
"Have you ever wanted to settle down, Daniel? I mean, find a partner, make some sort of life outside the job?"
He could feel that vibe around him, the one that held all the caring and compassion and love he felt for the man next to him. He wished for real telepathy, then no words would be needed and discussion would come and go; no hurt, no misunderstandings. He glanced at Daniel again, and did a double-take.
Daniel seemed so surprised by his question that he was looking at everything else but him. It made Jason immediately regret he'd asked question but it was too late to take it back. He certainly wasn't about to say, "Forget I asked." Daniel really hated that, especially when General O'Neill did it.
"Sometimes," Daniel finally answered, then shot it back to him. "Is that why you've been so quiet? Wanting someone besides a friend to share things with?"
Jason sighed, looking into his drink. "Friendship is fine, but I miss other things. It's not that big a surprise, is it?"
"No, it's not," Daniel said immediately, the tone apologetic. "I get it, really. I mean, what are we fighting for, protecting, if we don't try to get some of it for ourselves?"
"I don't want to end up..." Jason began, looking out over the now-dark neighborhood--all those homes alight with couples and families. "Dying on a planet somewhere without ever having tried to find someone to share a life with."
"Jason?" Daniel asked, making him turn to look at him. He had that same look he got around ancient texts and it made Jason nervous.
"What?"
"Do you... do you have anyone in mind?"
"Does it sound like I do?" Jason asked, trying not to sound defensive. He looked away again, but the lights in the homes started to make his chest ache and he looked into the stormy sky instead. Why did that seem better?
"It does sound kind of like that, yeah," Daniel replied.
His tone had changed and Jason looked back over, finding Daniel was the one who now stared into his glass. For some reason, Jason thought he looked disappointed. Was he worried about losing his friend to someone or maybe just feeling the loneliness himself? It couldn't possibly be...
Jason's heart sped up as he told himself not to go there, but a larger part felt the sudden urge to spill it all, confess, tell Daniel how he felt. Though caution told him to think of something else, an urgency rose within him nonetheless. What was making him feel this way all of a sudden? He cleared his throat several times, causing Daniel to look up in surprise again, a query in his eyes.
"There is, isn't there?" Daniel asked.
Jason forced himself not to look at him when he answered, as if half a lie was better without looking him in the face. "Uh, no, not technically."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning that it's one-sided." When Daniel placed his hand on Jason's arm and forced him to turn and look at him, Jason saw curiosity on his face now, and perhaps a little mischief. Daniel could be perverse sometimes, even in the middle of something serious, and Jason felt irritated. "Don't go teasing me, Daniel, it's really not the time."
"Actually, I was going to ask why you haven't told..."
Him?
Was Daniel letting him know that he knew about him being gay, or was he just offering him to fill in the blanks by leaving the sentence unfinished? Jason started to think the former, not the latter, and primarily because of his knowledge that Daniel hated unjust laws, even though he respected the people who had to follow them. So...Lifting his chin, deciding that evasion would only be a slap in the face, Jason sighed. "Him. And I... can't say."
Daniel's calm, caring look turned angry. "If you're trying to obey that stupid law--"
"No, dammit, it's not about that," Jason shot back.
"What the hell else could it be?" Daniel asked. "I'm one of your closest friends and--"
"My only close friend, Daniel, and you know--"
"You know what I mean. Who'm I gonna tell?"
"Daniel, it's not DADT."
"Okay, then what? C'mon, I'm nowhere near homophobic, Jason, and whoever it is, I promise I won't say anything."
"No," Jason said, irritation rising.
"I thought you trusted me?" Daniel asked.
Jason couldn't tolerate hearing that, and knowing he was likely falling for a ploy, he ignored it and yelled, "Fine! The person in question is you! Happy now?"
Daniel stared at him, eyes not widening exactly but boring into his soul with a hell of a lot more intensity than before, and Jason immediately wished for the ground to open up and swallow him. Or for time to run backward. Maybe the sun could go nova in the next few seconds and the crisis would divert Daniel's attention. What the fuck had possessed him?
Daniel set his drink on the railing and laid his hand on Jason's arm again. "Me," he said, and it wasn't a question. More a mulling over of the fact. He then lifted his hand and briefly touched Jason's hair; it was a very intimate thing for Daniel to do--and the wrong thing to do with Jason, because Jason took it as pity.
"Don't," he said, taking a step back as his stomach turned to butterflies and his heart hammered inside his chest. "I'm sorry to lay that on you. I shouldn't have."
"Why?"
"Well duh, Daniel."
"Sorry, Jace, but I mean, why me, over all the other--"
"You can't be serious," Jason said, frowning.
"I am," Daniel answered, frowning back, looking uncomfortable. "I'm not being dense. It's just that... we're very different, Jason."
"Well, no shit," Jason snapped back. "But last I checked, we were also friends."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean... it's just that romantically, we don't seem to be..." He left off finishing, a frown increasing between his brows.
Jason swallowed, hard, watching as Daniel's eyes flitted back and forth over his own. Sternly ordering himself to salvage this mess, he said, "We're friends, Daniel. Love starts from there and sometimes goes deeper, reciprocated or not. But the main thing is that we have this rapport, and we get along so easily. We laugh at the same things, like the same foods, share a few reading interests. We've also shared crisis and pain and horror, and while that intensity might indicate false feelings of intimacy, that's not the case here, and--"
"Jason?" Daniel asked.
His tone was quiet, and unlike anything Jason was used to hearing whenever Daniel was trying to tactfully let someone down. "What?"
"I think you've misread me," Daniel replied, edging closer.
Jason stared at him, confused. "I... what?"
"I'm sorry, I was just... well, you surprised the hell out of me."
"Obviously," Jason said, and despite himself, took another half-step back. Except Daniel followed that with another one forward, closing the distance between them. What the hell was he trying to prove?
"No, it's not a negative, Jason," Daniel said, and it was his turn to swallow. "I didn't mean to imply I wasn't interested."
Jason stared at him as the shock hit him. Unable to accept what he heard, he asked, "Wait, wait, hang on... what are you saying?"
"Your words surprised me, but they weren't unwelcome."
Jason was still quite sure that he was misreading him. "Not quite the romantic declaration, was it?" he said, increasing the sarcasm and hoping the warmth on his cheeks wasn't a blush.
"Don't do that. There's no right or wrong here."
Jason couldn't help but find that darkly amusing. "Yeah, okay, if you say so."
"Well, there's nothing wrong, let me put it that way," Daniel said, moving a few inches closer still, then he reached up again, touching Jason's hair, but this time, he threaded his fingers through it. And left them there. "I didn't say 'no', Jason," he said, right before he pulled Jason's head forward and kissed him.
Jason's body and mind played an instant tug-of-war. His needs and desires had his body melting into the kiss and giving it right back. But he didn't completely give in or let go--his brain kept thinking this was a joke or a dream or that it was temporary, like a pity fuck or something. Without the fuck.
The word only made his dick twitch and his baser self said a pity fuck would do nicely, thanks. Ignoring any thoughts, good or bad, Jason immersed himself in the touch and feel and smell of Daniel. It didn't matter how sudden this was or that it was happening. Think later. Actions now.
And what he felt then made him groan. Daniel's lips were soft and his tongue was warm and sweet from the alcohol. Then came the touch of a hand on his hip and Jason moaned as he blindly set the glass on the railing so he could slide his arms around Daniel's body. The moment he did so, his dick hardened. He shouldn't have been amazed, but he was, nor should he have been amazed at the feel of Daniel's muscles. It was one thing to see them in the gym, in the locker room, or feel them on the battlefield as he helped him to his feet, and quite another to actually have it confirmed by this kind of touch.
Jason abruptly wanted more though he settled for changing the angle of the kiss, moaning again when Daniel pressed his body firmly against him. The lust already charging through him shot up several notches and Jason broke off with a gasp, breathing hard. He looked into those eyes, saw the slight smile, met it and started to say something. Except nothing came out, and what was there to say, anyway? Well, okay, a lot actually, but right now, Jason did not want to stop. He only wanted to move this inside, preferably into the bedroom, where he could taste and devour and come very, very hard.
Except Daniel, being Daniel, chose that moment to continue their little chat.
"So," Daniel said, licking his lips.
That did not help. No indeed. "So," Jason echoed.
"I guess this means we have a lot to talk about."
"Later?" Jason asked, swallowing again as he looked down and stared at the hollow of Daniel's throat. "Much later maybe," he said, deepening his voice. "I can't quite get my brain to..."
"I know the feeling," Daniel replied, then took hold of Jason's hand and brought his wrist to his lips, brushing them over the sensitive skin. The feel of his breath there sent interesting kink messages to the nether regions.
Jason groaned. "If you'd rather talk now, then stop what you're doing." Daniel's smile was seductive and the ache Jason felt in his solar plexus dropped. He swallowed and said, "Seriously, Daniel."
Daniel cleared his throat, but he didn't move Jason's wrist away from his mouth. "I just need to know one thing."
"What?"
"Before this goes any further, I need to know that it's serious, far more than just scratching an itch. I can't risk messing up the friendship. It means a great deal to me."
"Do you think I'm capable of just using you to scratch an itch?" Jason asked, feeling abruptly offended.
"No, but I can't assume, even if I think I already know the answer."
Jason couldn't help but grin as his objection faded. "Always the scientist."
Daniel smirked back at him, then shockingly turned the direction of the conversation by opening his mouth and taking a small nip at Jason's wrist. Jason swallowed. Hard. "Shit, don't do that," he warned.
"So it's serious then?"
"Yes. Are you?"
"Yes."
"Good," Jason replied as Daniel's words amped up the need to have him naked and under his hands and mouth and thrusting hips.
Daniel smiled in that way again, then took Jason's hand to lead him back inside. A deep, loud rumble sounded nearly overhead, and Jason stopped at the door when the rain began to fall. A fantasy turn-on hit him and he decided to take advantage of it. Being on the top floor meant no overhang and the raindrops hit them with cold, wet splats.
"Wait."
Daniel smiled at him curiously. "We'll get wet," he said.
"Yes, we will," Jason answered as he dug a fingertip inside Daniel's belt and tugged him to him. "Do you mind?"
Daniel gave him the edge of a smile, but what caused it was lust--the first time Jason had seen it on his face. "No. But we can do more in the bedroom."
At the sound of the last word, Jason groaned and wrapped his arms around him, kissing him hard. "Consider this foreplay," he murmured, then kissed him again. It didn't take long for the rain to wet their heads, their faces, the drops sneaking into their mouths as they continued to kiss. Desire was ratcheting upward even more and all Jason wanted to do right then...
He moved on the thought, pulling Daniel's t-shirt up and with quick, trembling fingers, unbuttoned his jeans. Predictably, Daniel covered his hands and stopped him.
"Let's get inside, Jason."
"No one will see," Jason said, nuzzling him, kissing him.
Daniel grinned against his mouth, then pulled back. "We'll get soaked."
Jason slid his hands around to Daniel's ass and massaged the firm muscles over the loosened jeans. "It's romantic, it's sexy, and I've always wanted to do this to you in the rain."
Whether the admission shocked Daniel into letting him, or it was Daniel's desire, Jason didn't know. He had a good idea though when he dropped to his knees and pulled Daniel's jeans and briefs down over his hips in one single move. Daniel was half-hard and growing stiffer, and though Jason wanted to take the time to look and admire his prize, he decided that time spent on that could be done later. Placing his hands on the back of Daniel's legs, he leaned in and nuzzled his cock, then licked firmly from the base to the tip before taking the head into his mouth and going down.
Daniel gasped and grabbed his head, fingers carding through his damp hair and forcing water droplets to run down his face. Jason loved the sensation of hot and cold, the taste of Daniel as water spilled onto his mouth, onto his cock, and the way the two smells mingled. Working him back and forth, he had Daniel hard as a rock very quickly, and all Jason wanted at that moment was to taste his come. Pre-come gave him a hint, but he wanted more, and when the sounds Daniel made encouraged him, Jason groaned and sucked more firmly.
Daniel gasped suddenly and pushed at him, stepping away. "C'mon inside," he said with a tone Jason had never heard before and hiked up his jeans, turning and opening the door.
Jason followed, wiping at his mouth as he closed the door behind him. He had a feeling Daniel simply didn't want to come yet; or at least, that was what he hoped. "Something wrong?" he asked.
Daniel pulled off his T-shirt, throwing it over a dining room chair, and threw Jason a very interesting look over his shoulder as he walked away. "Definitely not," he said as he paused to kick off his sandals and pull off his jeans and briefs. Carrying his clothes, he walked through the kitchen and disappeared into the hall... without looking back.
Jason copied him, finding it difficult to walk as he followed him down the hall, staring at the sight of Daniel's small round ass and very long legs. Groaning, he entered the bedroom and dropped his clothes on top of Daniel's, watching as Daniel pulled down the comforter. When Daniel turned slightly to shoot him another interesting look, Jason swallowed again when he opened the bedside table's top drawer and withdrew a blue bottle of lube. And a few condoms.
"There's a question I have," Daniel said as he threw them on the bed and walked toward him.
"Is it important?" Jason blurted sarcastically without checking with his brain first.
Daniel smiled, and it looked like the one he reserved for the silly, obvious questions General O'Neill teased him with. "It's relevant," he said, taking Jason by the hand and leading him to the bed.
"Ask," Jason said, distracted by Daniel's erection, and it hit him then that Daniel really wanted him. A second later, he found himself surprised, shocked, elated, and downright fucking hard when Daniel grabbed him by the shoulders and shoved him down on the bed. At that moment, as Jason looked up into Daniel's face, watching with long-awaited excitement as he straddled him, he didn't actually care what the question was.
Till Daniel asked it. Deliberately leaning over him, hands on Jason's shoulders, elbows straight, Daniel stretched his legs over Jason's and rubbed his cock against him. "Top or bottom?"
Jason blinked. It hadn't occurred to him to think about that, but now, it actually dawned on him that Daniel was most probably a top. Except... so was he. Um.
"I usually top."
Daniel cracked the sexiest smile Jason had ever seen on him. "I pretty much figured... but so am I. Suggestions?"
Jason could see himself on top, could almost feel it too, the image was so clear, but with Daniel on top of him, together with the feel of his weight... Jason swallowed once more and placed his hands on Daniel's chest as he slowly spread his legs, making the invitation clear.
"Fuck me," he said, and said it as deep and low as he could make the words sound, at least to his own ears. He could have said it a lot of other ways, maybe been a bit more vague or played coy, but Jason was never one for being coy. And now that the words were out, and he was staring up into that gorgeous face, Jason felt a bit apprehensive. In a good way, but it had still been a very long time since he'd let anyone inside. Thankfully, both he and Daniel were of average size.
Maybe it occurred to Daniel, too, because his eyes darkened as he slowly lowered himself down and gave Jason nearly his entire weight. "We'll be fine, you know, but are you sure? I could always... go first."
Jason smelled his breath, the scent of his musk rising from arousal, the heat from his body, his cock, and all he wanted right then was to be consumed by it all--with Daniel on top. "I'm sure."
"Maybe tomorrow it'll be my turn," Daniel said with a sly grin.
Tomorrow. Even the idea sounded weird, but in a good way. "I'm more concerned about now," Jason told him, and writhed underneath.
Daniel caught his breath, groaning quietly before saying, "My turn."
Jason didn't know what he meant... till Daniel began to make his way down his body. By the time he got to his cock, Jason was squirming, moaning, breathing fast. His nipples and navel were thoroughly wet, but that was nothing compared to Daniel taking the head of his cock into his mouth. Jason found himself sucking in breath after breath, white knuckling the bed sheets and resisting the urge to thrust. He didn't have the will power to push Daniel off him, not yet. He wanted him there forever, sucking his balls, licking at his asshole, stroking his cock with a firm hand.
Then Jason heard the pop of a cap and the cool application of lube startled him as Daniel's fingers touched his asshole. "Oh my god," he said, and reached down to grab Daniel's wrist. He didn't know why; he had no intention of stopping him, nor was he unused to getting fingered.
"I won't take long," Daniel said, half-whispering, before he pushed a finger past the tight barrier. Jason focused on his muscles, trying not to make it difficult, and Daniel didn't seem to mind. In fact, he hiked up the pleasure by moving up to tease his cock with his mouth. "You're so tight," he whispered, licking down the shaft just as he angled his finger and rubbed.
"Oh shit!" Jason gasped, trying to move, but Daniel slid an arm under him and held him down with his weight. Cock in his mouth, finger in his ass, Jason's eyes rolled back into his head. "Don't make me come, not yet," and he bit his lip, moaning as Daniel continued, ignoring him. When Daniel pushed two fingers inside and stopped sucking him, Jason let out a breath and began to thrust, matching the rhythmic way Daniel fucked him with his fingers.
Soon, it was simply too much and he pulled away from his fingers, rolling to the side and getting to his knees, panting hard. "Dammit," he said roughly and grabbed him, pushing Daniel onto his back. "I want you so badly," he said between kisses.
"And I want you," Daniel whispered harshly in his ear, biting the lobe.
Jason pulled back and straddled him, groping for one of the condoms and ripping it open. Indulging in a few solid, teasing pumps, he slid the condom down over Daniel, groping for the lube at the same time. It hit his hand as Daniel handed it to him and Jason smiled down at him, then flicked up the cap and squirted a liberal amount into his palm. Grinning with anticipation, he spread the slick stuff over Daniel's sheathed erection, indulging again with a few more pulls.
Impatiently, Daniel pulled his hand away, but instead of trying to get into position, he did a little of his own indulging as he laid his hands on Jason's abdomen. He caressed his way up to his wide, muscular pecs, then moved back down, and Jason moaned and dropped his head back, closing his eyes.
"Feels so damn good," he said.
"And so damn sexy," Daniel echoed. Taking hold of his waist, he rolled and put Jason on his side. "Turn over," he said, and got to his knees.
Swallowing, Jason lay crosswise over the mattress, resting on his elbows, then looked over his shoulder and adjusted the spread of his legs... and the raise of his ass. Tauntingly, he clutched and released his buttocks, thrusting against the bed. "Show me what you got."
Daniel groaned and surprised the hell out of him when he knelt between his legs, slapped his ass, then grabbed it and spread the cheeks, massaging them. Jason bit his lip again, focusing on his breathing, hoping he wouldn't be too tight. Then Daniel surprised him again by lying directly on top of him, forming their bodies together. Arms around Jason's, he adjusted his weight and his cock slid between his cheeks.
Jason dropped his head down and raised his ass, opening to him, groaning softly when he felt the warm, familiar touch of Daniel's cock pressing against his hole. It was almost like a tease, more of a promise, then the promise was delivered when he pushed. The heat and burn was brief and Jason let out a deep, satisfied sigh as Daniel's cock filled him slowly and completely, stopping with a hard, slow thrust at the end.
"Goddamn, that feels so good," Daniel moaned in his ear.
Jason's sentiments exactly but he was only able to grunt his response when Daniel undulated on top of him, rubbing against his back while his hips built up a measured pace. When Daniel slid his hands over his own, locking their fingers together, Jason squeezed them with pleasure and was rewarded with a nip of his earlobe and kisses down the side of his neck.
He turned his head, eyes closed, and Daniel caught the side of his mouth with another kiss. Jason smiled and let out a short, hitched laugh. "Maybe I should be on my back."
"After the shower," Daniel breathed, then thrust more deeply with an extra jab of his hips.
Jason let out a long groan, then another. And another. In time with Daniel's rhythm. It was wonderful and it felt like it was lasting forever... till Daniel decided to pick up the pace. Angling his hips, moving in a circular thrust and plunge, he finally hit Jason's prostate when Jason pushed against the bed with his forearms and lifted up against him.
"Oh shit," Jason croaked, shuddering all over.
"Yes, that's it," Daniel breathed, his voice rising higher as he laid one hand over the top of Jason's head.
Jason loved the leverage that created and covered Daniel's hand with his own as he bore down against the thrusts, gasping as his gland was brushed with exquisite skill. Daniel slid in and out of him, faster and faster, each plunge ending with a hard slap against his ass, vibrating his balls. They tightened and drew up and a sudden warm rush of pleasure warned him it was going to be over soon.
"Shit," he said harshly and quickly reached under him, taking hold of his cock. With hard, desperate pulls, Jason bit against the bed, smearing spit, and growled, "Daniel, give it to me now, I can't... hold back... much..."
"I know," Daniel replied, voice strained, and slid his hands under Jason's armpits, grabbing his shoulders. He laid his full weight on top of him and undulated against his body, moving them both in a quick, fervent rhythm. With a sudden jerk of his hips, surprising Jason, he whispered against his ear, "Oh god... oh god, Jason," and then in a tighter, harsher croak, said, "I love you," and came.
The words sent a burning rush through Jason's chest and he shouted out, the sound muffled by the bed as he bit into it and came hard, fist a blur as he shot onto the sheets. Daniel slowed down but continued moving and Jason figured it more for the spikes of afterglow than any real intention of stopping. He didn't mind it at all, either.
.
In the shower, as Daniel soaped his back, Jason could sense the embarrassment through Daniel's silence. Looking over his shoulder, he reached behind him and stilled Daniel's hand. Turning round, he looked him in the eye. "Is it regret that we did this, or just what you said when you came?"
Not answering yet, and only briefly looking into his eyes, Daniel moved the soapy sponge over Jason's chest, his eyes following the action. Jason didn't mind him taking his time, but he needed to know the answer.
"I didn't scare you, saying that, did I?" Daniel finally answered, meeting Jason's gaze.
Jason smiled, half with relief, and pulled Daniel into his arms. "I've been dying to say that to you for a long time, so no, it doesn't bother me. It... made me come, actually."
"Yeah?" Daniel asked, brows rising, grin appearing.
"Yeah," Jason replied, ridiculously happy that Daniel looked pleased about it.
"So," Daniel began, shaking his head to get the water out of his eyes.
Jason loved the look, including the mischievous one that appeared after. "So...?" he prompted.
Daniel wrapped soapy fingers around Jason's soft cock and pulled a few times, turning them both so the water beat down between them, washing off the suds. Jason bit his lip again and grabbed Daniel's shoulders to steady himself.
"That's not going to get hard quite yet," he informed him.
"Maybe, but if what you said was true--"
"It was."
"Then every time I say it, will you come for me?"
Jason heard the words, knew they were teasing, but in Daniel's eyes, their meaning was clear: he was serious. Jason leaned in and claimed his mouth, kissing him deeply as Daniel stroked him. It took a little while during several long kisses, and finally, Jason felt his cock twitch and fill. Pulling away, he covered Daniel's hand with his own and guided him, showing just how to turn over the head with the little twist he loved. "Tell you what," he said as his breathing went shallow. "If you get me hard enough to fuck you, let's test that theory."
"Several times a week, I'm thinking," Daniel said, then dropped to his knees.
Jason rolled his eyes back into his skull and threaded wrinkled fingers through Daniel's wet hair. In five minutes, it was his turn to say I love you.
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