Epilogue For Icon

by Del

URL: http://area52hkh.net/asd/delorita/epilogue.php
Summary: What happened between Daniel and Lida?
Info: This was written for a challenge at Pepe's Place a long while back. Thanks to my dear Tazzie for the beta.

"Jack..." I cherish his warmth, and the warmth of the early morning sun that shines upon us. We're finally alone after a debriefing that seemed to go on for hours.

"Hm?" He murmurs, snuggling as close as he can against my body, inhaling deeply, lustfully, as he takes in the scent of my shower gel.

He plays with the waistband of my pants, pulling and tugging, finally revealing the upper part of my ass, humming with delight when he gives it an adoring check over my shoulder.

After being stuck on Lida's planet for several weeks I long for him almost beyond bearing, but I've to get something off my mind first.

"I...I think a woman is in love with me." I whisper under my breath, so low that even I have trouble hearing it. I rub my freshly grown beard against his cheek, grown only because I didn't have time to shave during the help action.

"A woman is...what?" Jack's body tenses when he asks the question, but his hands keep ghosting gently over the skin of my hips.

"What?" I babble, totally distracted by the feel of his middle finger sliding slowly between my butt cheeks.

"What about you?" Jack repeats, his voice anxious, even though he tries to hide it.

"Me?" I know the answer to this clearly, but I want to assure Jack it IS the truth, so I kiss him first.

A deep, slow, passionate kiss. I hold him close, pressing my body into his, showing through my actions what I'm about to say in words.

"Me...I love YOU." I kiss him again, pulling his jeans down slightly, discovering snow-white briefs.

"But what about her?" Jack inquires. "You can't get her out of your mind, Daniel. I can see that."

He lifts up my chin so he can watch my face as I answer.

"She...I'm..." I meet his eyes and want to wipe away the sadness I see gathering there. "I'm immensely grateful to her," I touch his jaw line with my fingertips, "She saved my life, she healed my injuries." I sigh, "But now I feel as though I've destroyed hers..."

"Mister guilt-trip," Jack gives a tiny smile and pulls me close again, "come here."

We hug for a long time, completely silent, each lost in our own thoughts.

Jack buries his face in the curve of my neck and gives a heavy groan. His warm hands explore every inch of my back, gliding up and down my spine gently.

"God, I've missed you." He licks the vein in my throat, "I thought," he covers my Adam's apple with tiny kisses, making me shiver, "I thought I'd lost you again..." We kiss once more, rubbing our groins together in delight.

God, yes, I've missed him too.

Unbelievably.

Painfully.

Week by week.

Day by day.

Hour by hour.

I dreamed several times, whenever Lida touched me to renew my bandages, that it was Jack. Especially when she washed my body with those caring, gentle motions, in the early stages of my healing, when my head was wrapped up completely in white cotton, when I wasn't able to see a thing.

Suddenly I remember that she cleaned my dick and balls when I was half unconscious. I came because I thought it was Jack's hands and mouth touching me. Now I wonder if it was her mouth too, and not only her hands. If she really was only washing me, or if she tried to take advantage...but it doesn't matter anymore. It only matters that I thought I'd go insane when I couldn't get back to earth, couldn't return to be in Jack's arms, to have his dick buried deep inside of me, right where I wanted it to be.

"I think I upset Carter by cutting her off when she tried to explain to me how to find your radio signal." Jack's hands slide over my back in slow sweeping circles, giving me goose bumps in anticipation of what I know is still to come.

"Do you think she's guessed something about us?" I ask, worried about what that could mean. I consider her our close friend, but I'm not sure what her reaction would be if she found out that the man she wants actually wants ME.

"Don't know, don't care," Jack stares at me. "Damn, Daniel, how can I keep you by my side? I don't want you to go missing again." Jack closes his eyes, throws his head back and humps desperately against my erect dick, still hidden in my cargo pants. He comes violently, digging his fingernails into the skin of my shoulder blades, shuddering helplessly in my arms, moaning with what sounds like incredible pleasure.

I feel my own cock throb and pulse when I see the pure ecstasy on his face. General O'Neill, trusting me completely, utterly vulnerable in my hands.

"Jack, I do love you." I repeat it, willing Jack to believe me. "I'm a big guy, I can look after myself."

I pull his jeans open wider; let my hands travel under his tight undershirt, enjoying the coarse hair I feel beneath my fingertips.

God, he's so hot.

"You can?" Jack sounds doubtful, then he bites teasingly against my right nipple and I groan in excitement. Just when I'm about to answer, he looks up, reconsidering what he just said, "Yeah, Danny-boy, I know you can."

But he still sounds uncertain, and for a single, painful moment I think about giving up gate travel.

I pull away to look at him.

He seems to read my thoughts and shakes his head slowly.

"No, Baby, don't even think about it. You'd be bored to death stuck here on earth." His finger finally finds its way to my entrance and he starts to push in as I wriggle impatiently, "It's enough that I am."

He can barely speak, and I really don't want to, "Jack," I pant, "P...please."

"Shhh." His long middle finger rubs over my prostate.

And I come.

FIN