Summary: Daniel in jeans drives Jack out of his mind
When Daniel's about to open my front door I get the perfect view at his backside and take it all in for a few seconds. Thanks to George we're on downtime so he's finally wearing the jeans Carter and the Doc. bought for him, since he doesn't posses any civilian clothes anymore. The material clings to him like a second skin.
I can only gasp.
WHAT AN ASS!
I hurry up to reach him, slam the door shut again and snuggle up hard behind him, rubbing my groin against his tight buttocks.
"What the...?" Daniel's startled cry is soothed with a deep kiss when he turns towards me.
I feel his giggle in my mouth and it's very infectious.
"You're such a yummy piece of human being...again...hhhmmm." I start to bite his neck when he throws his head back with laughter. My hands do what they always want to do - moving slowly down and then upwards over the insides of his thighs. I feel the muscles flex, he's got REALLY strong. Oma did a great job by putting him back together like this.
He's pressing his backside into my front, starting to moan with anticipation.
Then he's guiding my hands with his. First to his balls, curling our fingers around them. I can feel his jeans are much too tight for him to get erect in.
He puffs air from his lungs.
"Ahhh, Jack, that feels so goooood." Our fingers entwine and slowly start to massage his hard-on, which is still trapped behind the zipper.
"Yeahhh..." I breathe while I bite his earlobe, rubbing and twisting against him from behind.
"I...I..." He moves faster, trying to press himself even harder against our hands.
"Yes..." I have to catch my breath, "me too...oh GOD, DANNY!" We're going to come together in the middle of my hallway.
He grunts and hisses and moans, wiggling his ass, trying to kiss me, never letting go of my hand on his cock, sliding around my body with his free arm to grab my butt and clasp us together. We're frantic now, one moving bundle of two tangled, sweaty bodies and it's incredible, beyond incredible. It's mind blowing.
"Jack, I'm...ohhhhh...I'm..." He bucks urgently. I feel him shudder vigorously and I can only loudly moan,
"COMING!!!!!!" I bury my head in the curve of his neck and shoulder, and thrust against him, once, twice...feeling his buttocks trying to clamp my shaft.
"Oh god!" is all I can mutter when I feel the wetness on my hand and in my pants as well.
"That was SOMEthing." He finally turns towards me, and smiles broadly, pressing our sticky lower body parts together, gently stroking the lines on my face with tentative fingers.
"Yabetcha." I grin wickedly at my lover, enjoying his fingertips on my skin, being grateful all of a sudden for the wrinkles at the corners of my eyes because he seems to appreciate them.
"Jack?" I love this question. No one speaks my name as he does.
"Gotta change clothes, huh?"
"Nooo.I think we should do something else." I turn him and shove him into the direction of my bathroom.