Summary: And a very kinky Valentine's Day to you
Jack's fingers were slick with juice, the colored flesh sliding from his grasp as he tried to arrange the slices and wedges just so. Yeah, right. The kiwis stayed put on the strawberries, but the mangos slid down to mingle with the apples and pineapples.
"Fine," he hissed at the fruit. "Be that way."
He let the tray be for a moment, reaching for the plastic bag off to the side. He used his teeth to rip it open, and poured the contents into an empty bowl. Foil-wrapped hearts, with crinkled silver and red outsides, tumbled together with a soft noise. The faint smell of chocolate drifted up to Jack's nose, a sweet companion to the fruits already on display.
Sweets for his sweet. He liked the sound of that.
The faint murmur of the television came from the bedroom. Daniel was already there, hair and skin probably still damp from the shower. Jack knew exactly what he'd find when he finally joined his lover: mussed hair, oversized shirt and sweatpants, and the comforter tucked up to his chin. Daniel hated winter, and he especially detested February for its dark, miserable days. Just that evening, he'd complained about the cold, despite the recent daytime high of nineteen degrees.
In Minnesota, they went out in shorts at nineteen degrees, for crying out loud.
However, it wasn't nice to make fun of one's lover on Valentine's Day. Nope, that wasn't in the protocol. Fine by Jack, and after a week full of bureaucratic bullshit, he was in the mood for some Valentine's Day romance. Daniel needed it, too, after too many weeks of being wound up and irritable. Nope, his lover would definitely not be in the mood for teasing... at least not the verbal kind. Jack popped a strawberry into his mouth and grinned.
"Ready or not..." he murmured, collecting the tray and the bowl. "Here I come!"
The sight in the bedroom was just what he expected. Daniel was securely wrapped in the blankets, propped up against the pillows as he watched the television. A black and white movie played, and Jimmy Stewart's voice greeted Jack's entrance.
"Gosh, Mom, she's swell."
Jack snickered. "Yeah, now there's convincing dialogue."
"Hmm?" Daniel glanced over and his eyes widened at his colonel bearing gifts. "Oh, snacks."
"No, no, you're not doing it right." He set the bowl down for a second, shutting off the tube. "Repeat after me: 'Mmmmm, snacks.'"
"And you were just mocking the classics?" Daniel demanded, sitting up. The comforter fell, exposing one t-shirted shoulder. "What do you have?"
"Oh, just a few things." Jack grabbed the bowl again and handed him the hearts. "They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, so this is my sneaky way of saying, 'Be Mine.'"
"That's sweet. Thank you." Daniel immediately unwrapped a heart, one eyebrow arching as he teased. "If you're trying to write for Hallmark, you shouldn't quit your day job yet."
"You think?" Tray still in hand, he knelt down on the mattress and leaned in carefully for a kiss. "And I spent hours coming up with that. I'm hurt."
"Poor Jack." Daniel bit off half the heart and pressed the other half to Jack's lips. "But this looks good."
"Just good?" His knees twinged as he sat next to Daniel. "You're jaded."
"No, just pointing out the chocolate isn't Belgian." Daniel's smile was coy. "You should be lucky I'm not that picky."
"You're easy, you mean?"
"You wish," Daniel retorted, and grabbed a mango and stuffed it into Jack's mouth. He leaned in to lick the juices from Jack's chin, like a hummingbird to nectar. He moaned against Jack's lips. "Happy Valentine to you, too, Jack."
"My pleasure," Jack mumbled around his mouthful.
Daniel arranged himself so he lay partially across Jack's lap, still wrapped in the comforter. The tray lay within easy reach of them both, and they fed each other pieces with lingering touches against the lips. It was like something from the tamer chapters of the Kama Sutra that Daniel had once shown him. But for once, Jack didn't mind the cheesy comparison and just enjoyed the moment of him and the man he loved in all the sappiness he'd deny on February 15th.
The tray was half empty when Daniel turned up the heat. Arousal flared and thrummed within Jack's veins as his fingertips were caught between Daniel's lips, the tip of his tongue running against the sensitive pads.
Jack squirmed, his rapidly thickening cock straining against the confines of his sweats and pressed against the wonderful weight of Daniel. He moaned softly, the tail end of it muffled by a small cube of particularly juicy pineapple.
And Daniel smiled, shifting just so. The pressure was steadier, more constant, and Jack felt his hips beginning a slow, rhythmic grind. He started to moan again, and felt Daniel take his hand and guide his fingers around another piece of fruit. Long fingers guided his up to his mouth, and kiwi burst onto his tongue.
"You need all the strength you can get," Daniel murmured, before he brought Jack's hand down and suckled the juice from his fingertips.
"Tease," Jack managed. His free hand snaked beneath the top of the comforter and into Daniel's shirt. He palmed the flat chest, tracing patterns on the smooth skin until he found his target. He twisted-not too hard-a small nipple, and was immediately rewarded by a loud gasp and a much firmer pressure against his crotch.
"Me?" Daniel pushed his hands away, sitting up. Jack groaned, missing the warmth but watched instead with interest as the blanket fell down from Daniel's shoulders. His lover shrugged out of his shirt, bare skin a welcome sight. Daniel's smile was demure at Jack's vivid attention. "I can't imagine why it's getting so warm ..."
"Go figure." Taking the sudden display as definite encouragement, Jack moved and, somehow avoiding the tray, tackled Daniel down to the bed. He reached blindly and found fruit. He gave Daniel a sweet smile of his own before getting mango juice all over Daniel's goosefleshed pecs. "Oh, look at that. What a mess."
Daniel's nose wrinkled. "I'll get sticky."
"Isn't that the point?" And he started licking up the warm chest with broad strokes of his tongue. The whimpers were music, and the long fingers digging into his hair and nape of his neck an added bonus. He worked from the sternum, swirling up each side to end up at the small erect nipples.
"For you, maybe." Daniel tugged him up, and Jack landed across the leftover juice with a grunt. Their cocks were crushed together and Jack moaned, inching up Daniel's body to reach his mouth. Fruits, chocolate and Daniel's flavor clashed against his tongue, and Daniel's arms around Jack's shoulders crushed them close. "Like this better."
Jack smiled around the moving lips. "Your call."
"Mine?" Daniel mused on the concept as one foot moved up to stroke along the back of Jack's calf, fingers tightening and loosening against Jack's collar.
"Anything you want," Jack murmured. "We're playing by your rules tonight."
The traveling foot stilled as Daniel smiled up at him. "So if I said I'd be perfectly happy with the chocolate ...?"
"Yeah, right." A hand squeezing Daniel's groin quickly proved him wrong. Daniel bucked beneath him with a moan. "You wouldn't. It's not Belgian, remember?"
"Minor detail," Daniel protested.
"What is this, diplomacy?" He cut off Daniel's reply with a deep kiss, probing and claiming until the lack of oxygen forced them apart. He gasped, taking the time to press small pecks against Daniel's cheeks and chin. "Tonight, it's an autocracy, and the man of the hour is you."
Daniel stared at him, eyes more pupil than blue iris, and he licked his lower lip as he considered his options. Jack's gaze followed the progression of the pink tip, but forced himself to stay still. Another kiss would definitely derail Daniel's train of thought, and he really wanted to know what that too busy brain was considering.
"Can we do something different?" Daniel wondered, his voice carrying a tone Jack wasn't used to hearing. Playful, but cautious. Definitely testing waters never visited before. Jack's stomach clenched in anticipation. "I want to try something."
"I can't say yes or no until you tell me what." The coax was for Daniel's benefit. Jack was ready to plunge in regardless.
Daniel bit his lower lip, tugging at it for several moments before he cautiously spoke. "I want you to tie my hands together."
Whoa-ho. A smile tugged its way onto Jack's lips, and he felt one corner of his mouth turn up. "And?"
"I want you to do anything you'd like to me." There was a glint in Daniel's eyes which grew, encouraged by his tentative words.
"Anything?" Jack felt one brow lift suggestively.
"Within reason ..." Yet Daniel sounded very reasonable.
"Make me scream," Daniel breathed.
Jack pretended to consider the request. Kinky Daniel; he could learn to like this aspect of his lover. He wondered how far they would go. "And that's what you want?"
A quick nod. Daniel looked hopefully at him, and Jack had the impression he was holding his breath.
What the hell. He leaned down to brush his lips against Daniel's and whispered, "Your wish is my command."
He didn't really want to leave the bed, but he'd have had to anyway. The bowl of chocolates and the fruit tray went on the nightstand, next to the lube that was always handy. Jack glanced back at Daniel's body, enjoying the view before taking the three strides to the closet, looking for what he needed.
The bed creaked a moment later, and Jack glanced back. Daniel was leaning up on his elbows, watching Jack with a hungry look. His eyes took in every move, and his body lay still and poised. His cock stood up firmly, the tented front of Daniel's pants a big honking clue as to how excited Daniel was.
Jack wondered if he'd survive the evening.
Tying Daniel's hands was easy. Jack used one neck tie for each, looping it twice around Daniel's wrist before putting a secure knot with enough slack to prevent the circulation from getting cut off. He kissed each wrist, smiling at the soft sigh escaping Daniel's lips as he did.
"Let me know if these ever get too tight," he said.
"I will," Daniel promised, watching intently as first his left wrist, and then the right, were secured to the head of the bed. He tugged them both, and Jack waited to see the reaction when Daniel realized he wasn't about to move. His reward was an excited moan. "Oh, my God ... this is incredible! I don't believe you're doing this, Jack."
"What, you're going to change your mind?" Jack crawled onto the bed, straddling Daniel's thighs. He leaned in for a shallow kiss, then went to work ever-so-slowly lowering Daniel's sweats from his narrow hips. Inch by inch, he kissed the bared skin. Daniel shifted restlessly beneath him, the odd twitch happening when he hit a ticklish spot.
"No ..." Daniel lifted his hips, encouraging Jack's progression. Jack stopped, his hands traveling back up to his chest and then his straining arms with a tiny smile. "Jack, you're stopping!"
"And risk you strangling me? I like my life, thanks." Another kiss to Daniel's pout, and Jack couldn't help grinning. "Do you want me to tie your ankles when your pants are gone?"
Daniel gasped, his arousal mesmerizing Jack. "Would you?"
"For now." Why not go for the full monty? Jack moved back and finished slipping the sweatpants from Daniel's long legs. He traced one finger along the curve of Daniel's erect cock, and barely avoided being kneed as Daniel let out a soft cry. "Hey, watch the cojones! Yeesh ..."
"Maybe make that a definite yes to the ankles?" Daniel weakly suggested. An interesting flush had begun to descend from his rosy cheeks, slowly spreading to his chest. Jack couldn't resist kissing him again.
"I'd say so." And it was back to the closet with two more ties. Tying each ankle required less ceremony than the wrists, but the sight was more impressive this time. Jack sat back, his eyes feasting on his spread-eagled lover-long legs spread invitingly, arms bound above his head, and exposed to Jack's whim. The trust in the request made Jack's head spin, and lust made his heart beat so fast he thought he might faint. He'd seen Daniel tied before when captured on missions gone to hell, but this ...
He swallowed hard, feeling privileged to touch. He traced his fingers along the limbs and up to Daniel's hips and waist, and watched the body beneath him undulate while moans drifted up from Daniel's lips. "You okay?"
"Touch me," Daniel ordered, eyes half closed like a cat desiring a rub. He canted a hip up so the palm was touching his hot skin, not just the fingertips. "Just like that."
"Sure." Jack moved his hands up higher, keeping the pressure firm and pleasing. He added his tongue, swirling here and there, and touching every inch of every hot spot he knew. Daniel moaned louder, eyes closing completely as he moved within his binds, his skin breaking out in a sheen of sweat that helped Jack's hands as they glided up further.
He loved playing with Daniel's nipples, and how they hardened with the slightest stimulation. He coaxed one to firm with one fingertip, feeling Daniel's chest strain with the effort to find a firmer pressure he wouldn't give. When Daniel moved too much, he pinched the nipple-not too hard-until he saw the effect it had on his lover.
"Oh, God!" Daniel gasped, his hips bucking and Jack felt his cock stiffen even more against his thigh. Daniel registered the friction and tried to rub himself against Jack, a frustrated movement egged on by more pinches and slight twists to his nipples. "Jack, give me more ..."
"Not yet," he said, leaning down to take Daniel's left nipple into his mouth, teasing the pinkened nub with his teeth and lips. He felt Daniel's body shudder, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Daniel's fingers clutch convulsively. Time to ease up before the show finished prematurely. He reluctantly pulled away, glancing up to see Daniel's eyes were closed. That wouldn't do. He leaned up and whispered against his open mouth. "Keep your eyes open."
His eyes cracked open, a thin hint of blue appearing. Jack waited, ready to bait and coax those eyes into opening all the way. He gently peppered the area around Daniel's mouth with little pecks, and when those blue eyes were finally open, Jack plundered the hot depths eagerly.
Daniel groaned into the kiss.
Encouraged by the sounds his lover was making, Jack crept up to rest his body over Daniel's, rubbing his clothes against Daniel's bare skin. He tangled his fingers in the strands of Daniel's short hair, tugging and massaging before cupping his head to bring their mouths even closer together. Beneath him, he could feel Daniel trying to build friction between them, and the hard heat of his cock found purchase against Jack's groin.
Maybe not the best plan in the world if he wanted to keep things at an even pace. Oh, well, this was too good to last. Jack withdrew from the kiss and as soon as he had his breath back, he started to crawl back down Daniel's body. He dropped kisses onto the heaving chest, the flat tummy, and finally down to the convex hips.
"Stay still," he ordered, meeting Daniel's dazed gaze with just a hint of a smirk. Yeah, right, like Daniel would be able to do just that. He smoothed his hands along Daniel's hips and thighs, waiting for a moment with his face just poised above the purpled cock.
"Please, please ..." Daniel said, squirming in anticipation of more. He tugged at his bonds again, staring at Jack desperately.
"You're serious?" Daniel moaned a moment later, twitching into rigid stillness. He squeezed his eyes shut a moment later, mouth gasping open for breath. "I thought this was my night ..."
"It is," Jack said, otherwise ignoring the grumble. A few more seconds, and he was satisfied that Daniel wasn't about to move. Inching closer, he breathed over the cock before him, knowing this wouldn't be nice but the reaction he'd get was worth the effort. He tried to keep himself from smirking even more, but he didn't really make it. "But you said I could do anything I wanted ..."
"You're enjoying this too much," Daniel accused.
"So will you," Jack promised, and with a deep breath, he went down on Daniel's cock.
And Daniel ... screeched. His body seized, legs trying to curl up and arms caught trying to jerk down. Jack felt Daniel's muscles make their aborted moves, and heard the garbled sounds his lover was making. The tart taste of Daniel's cock filled his senses, and his hands were busy smoothing along sweaty hips, thighs and tummy-coaxing the rapidly building orgasm to explode from Daniel's body.
Oh, yeah, Krakatoa baby! He rode out the jerks of Daniel's hips, eagerly licking and sucking on the softening cock until he heard the protests coming in a breathless voice.
"Too ... much," Daniel gasped, squirming again. "Please ..."
Jack lifted his head a moment later, pausing just long enough to press a kiss to the wet head of Daniel's cock. Feeling really damned pleased with himself, he leaned up to press a kiss to Daniel's open mouth.
"And that was round one," he promised, meeting Daniel's stunned gaze.
Daniel's eyes widened. "Oh, endurance night."
"That's one way to put it," Jack agreed.
"So, did you get the Viagra?" Daniel teased with a smile.
Ouch. Jack glared and flicked a finger against Daniel's spent cock. "Did I ever tell you it's a bad idea to mock the person who has you tied up and at his mercy?"
"Oh, ow," Daniel winced, squirming a bit but the naughty look on his face hadn't gone. "Well, you were just agreeing that endurance was involved."
Jack smoothed his palm from Daniel's shoulder down to his ticklish middle. "Maybe it's you who has to endure this, Danny boy."
"Tickles!" Daniel protested.
"Uh, huh." Jack shifted to sprawl against Daniel's side, and he trailed his fingertips across the pale belly. Daniel sucked in his gut, trying to avoid the tormenting digits but Jack followed the movements easily, even when Daniel shifted beneath him.
"Stop, stop, stop!" Daniel gasped, eyes squeezed shut and fingers splayed helplessly. "I'll get you for this!"
"Ooh, I'm scared," Jack laughed, going for one more pass that made Daniel howl. "That a promise or a threat?"
"Threat," Daniel promised, face red from his effort. "If my hands were free ...!"
"Evil plotting is a good look on you," Jack praised, loving the flushed look. "It's damn sexy."
The glare Daniel gave him was caustic.
So Jack kissed him, with every intention to tame the wild beast. Daniel protested around the onslaught of tongue, but he gave in a moment later, eyes drifting shut as he enjoyed the kiss. Jack smiled as the kiss got hotter and better, slowly shifting over to sprawl on his lover's body again. Daniel really made a comfortable body pillow, and Jack enjoyed stroking-firm enough to prevent more tickles-every smooth inch of it.
When his fingers found the straining muscles of Daniel's left arm, Jack reluctantly pulled back from the kiss. He peered at the tie around Daniel's wrist, checking to see how taut it was and if it was cutting off the circulation to Daniel's hand. The knot looked a little tight, so Jack moved closer to briefly unfasten the tie. He lifted the wrist to his lips, kissing the slightly reddened skin for a moment before pressing more to the long fingers.
Daniel peered up at him, watching with a newly hungry gaze. Jack held his gaze, one eyebrow slowly raising as he upped the ante by slowly sucking one of Daniel's fingers into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the fingertip, sucking gently as a very loud moan escaped Daniel's throat.
"Got to make sure you're doing okay," Jack mumbled around the digit.
"Oh, I'm fine ..." Daniel drawled, fingers twitching slightly.
"I can see that." Pressing one last kiss to the hand, Jack refastened it to the bed and checked on the right wrist. The tie was tighter here, and it took a long moment to get the knot out. He rubbed this wrist a little more, meeting Daniel's gaze the entire time. "Something I can get you in the meantime? Water? Fruit?"
"You?" Daniel's hand moved to catch Jack's collar, tugging at the fabric. "And how come you're not naked yet? I want to see skin!"
"Subtle," Jack teased.
"Hey, I'm here and I need the visual stimulation to go with everything else." Daniel wet his lip and pouted. "Isn't this supposed to be my night?"
"Whiner," came the grumble. Jack had to pry the fingers from his shirt and retied Daniel's hand back to the bed. "There you go. Okay, you asked for it."
Just before he pulled the shirt over his head, he saw Daniel's wide eyes, and that pink tongue swiping eagerly at his lower lip. A second later, the shirt was off and tossed across the room.
"Turn around," Daniel ordered. "Arms out."
Huh. Taking commands from a bound man. Weirder things had happened before. With a grin, Jack did as asked, even adding a little wiggle of his ass to up the ante. He glanced back and saw Daniel's line of sight fixed right on his tush. The look of lust was a definite balm to the old battered ego, but the only tushie getting action tonight was Daniel's.
With that thought in mind, Jack reached for the lube on the nightstand. The other hand went back to Daniel's chest, lazily tracing patterns on the heated skin before narrowing in on an erect nipple. He teased the areole with the pad of a finger, watching Daniel begin the lovely squirming all over again, and then he squeezed the nub. Hard.
Daniel let out a cry, arching his back and grinding his ass against the mattress. Jack held on for a few moments, tugging slightly, and then cupped his hand against his own groin. Oh, god, he felt like he would explode. All of this-the sight of a naked, bound Daniel, and just everything-was getting to be too much.
He wanted to be inside Daniel, and he wanted to be in there now!
Letting go of the nipple with one last twist, he abandoned Daniel's chest and went to the foot of the bed. He quickly unfastened both ankles, and went to kneel between the open thighs. He focused on getting the lube cap open, and had a big glob of it in his palm a few moments later. Daniel was breathing hard, still shifting on the bed, and his eyes, wide and excited, stared down at him.
"Make it quick," Daniel breathed, trying to bring his legs even further apart, bending his knees to lift his butt off the mattress in invitation. "Just do it, Jack!"
"Don't tempt me," Jack said, fantasizing about slamming himself inside. A very bad idea, but damn, was it ever appealing ... so he coated two fingers with lube and slipped them inside with as little ceremony as possible.
"I'm ready!" Daniel protested, even as Jack wiggled the fingers and aimed for loosening and lubricating the tight channel.
"No, you aren't," Jack said,
"Hey, you really want to argue with the man with a finger up your butt?" For emphasis, Jack jabbed his fingers up until he found the prostate. He rubbed it firmly and grinned as Daniel convulsed with pleasure. "See my point?"
"Two fingers," Daniel corrected, the look on his face showing Jack just how much he was liking this.
Daniel fluttered his lashes at Jack. "Rather have your cock ..."
And the blood went totally south. Jack swallowed hard, took out his fingers and put the nozzle of the tube up to Daniel's anus. He squeezed, and emptied the contents inside. He still had the big gloop in his palm, and he used that to coat his penis thoroughly.
"Okay, if you say so..." Tossing the empty tube aside, he gathered Daniel's legs and set them over his shoulders. He was tempted for a moment to keep up the bondage theme and tie the ankles together, but that meant more time spent away from the goal they both wanted. Instead, he aimed himself directly for the lubed opening and began to push inside.
"Oh, GOD!" Daniel groaned, just this side of ecstatic as his body began to open for Jack's entry.
"You rang?" A bit more prep would have been nice. That was the only thought going through Jack's mind as he tried not to force his way into the hot, tight interior. For him, it was incredible-exquisite pressure that promised to make the top of his head blow off, but he could feel Daniel's body stretching almost forcibly around his cock. He forced himself to stop, taking deep breaths that didn't seem to help the urge to just bury himself to the root. "Let me know when it's okay ..."
Daniel's left hand formed an "okay" sign. "Feeling no pain here!"
"You sure?" he asked, sliding in just a bit more.
"Just get in there already!" For emphasis, Daniel bent his knees, locked his ankles behind Jack's neck, and yanked him forward. Another inch was forced in, and Jack nearly came right there. His vision blacked out for a moment, his fingers tightening on Daniel's thighs as he heard Daniel give a victorious howl. "Come on! Yeah, like that! Move, damn it!"
So Jack did, carefully pressing in further. "Don't want to hurt you ...!"
"Not going to happen!" Daniel shook his head, eyes squeezed closed as he savored Jack's presence. "If you stop again, I'll strangle you myself!"
"Yeah?" Glancing at the smoothly muscular thighs on either side of him, Jack couldn't help nuzzling one as he continued to press inside. "Cool."
Daniel squeezed for emphasis, and suddenly Jack was all the way in. His body slammed to a halt against Daniel's butt, and Jack felt the hard presence of Daniel's cock against his stomach. Daniel's body trembled, and he gasped now from the tension reawakened in his body. Jack leaned forward, forcing Daniel's thighs against his chest as he sought out one more kiss. He ground himself against Daniel, teasing himself and loving the way he could both hear and feel Daniel's moans now.
"Name your poison," he mumbled against Daniel's lips, feeling like he'd be carried away by pleasure at any moment.
"Got mine," Daniel replied, looking at him with eyes almost black.
Jack rocked his hips and bit Daniel's lip-not too hard but enough to make a point. "Fast or slow, funny boy."
"Ah!" Daniel cried, face contorting for a moment. Jack watched, waiting. "Fast! Hard! Now!"
So Jack went slow, pulling out with exaggerated care and pushing back in with all the serenity he could muster. And with each pass, he scraped against Daniel's prostate, reducing his sometimes petulant, often stubborn, and usually demanding lover to a lump of quivering need beneath him.
The screaming lump, rather. That was cool. At least Daniel had forgotten all about trying to strangle him. The headrush was getting pretty intense, all of Jack's blood descending from his head as he began to up the pace. His thrusts grew faster and harder, nearly smacking into Daniel's butt when he reached his stride. The force was slowly pushing Daniel up the bed, and Jack reached up to cup the back of Daniel's head to protect him. For the hell of it, he claimed Daniel's mouth in a bruising kiss.
"Please!" Daniel's muffled cry tickled against Jack's mouth, and he felt the shudders going through his body as each stroke shook him. His body was tense, and his fists were clenched, the muscles of his arms bunched and standing out from the strain.
"Almost there," Jack murmured, feeling the sweat building and running over them both. He forced a hand between them, grasping the length of Daniel's cock. Everything was movement-stroking, thrusting, moving, possessing.
And then there was an incredible pressure around his own cock-hard, unrelenting, and giving the best friction ever. Jack moaned, forcing himself to push past the resistance as Daniel let out a triumphant cry that rattled his eardrums. There was scalding heat over his hand, and Jack couldn't stand it. Too damn much ...
He felt himself explode, everything fizzling into bits of pleasure so powerful he woke up several moments later, collapsed against Daniel's bent legs with his head nestled against Daniel's neck.
Body thrumming with leftover energy, even as joints creaked and muscles cramped, Jack slowly lifted his head and peered fuzzily down at his lover. Daniel's eyes were opened, lazily blinking, but he seemed to be somewhere else entirely. Worried he'd prematurely killed off brain cells, Jack nuzzled a stubbled cheek with his lips.
A low, happy moan escaped from Daniel's throat.
Jack lifted his head again to peer at the hazy blue gaze. "Yo, Daniel?"
"Hmm?" The eyes shifted to look at him, not quite focused but very content.
"I didn't short circuit you, did I?"
A soft chuckle. "No ..."
"You sure?" He pressed a kiss between the expressive brows, shifting slightly, and realized he was still inside Daniel. The movement made them both moan, and he swore he felt Daniel's cock begin to twitch between them. "You're still up for another round?"
"Nope," Daniel yawned.
"Good, because I'm done for the night." Almost tempted to stay where he was, Jack reluctantly moved away from Daniel's body. His cock slipped out of its home, and he felt it shrivel in the cool air of the room.
"That was good," Daniel said, shifting a bit and tugging halfheartedly at the ties around his wrist.
"Very good," Jack agreed.
"Yeah ..." A little confused about why his hands wouldn't move, Daniel peered up and Jack swore he saw the wheels turning sluggishly in his head. "Uh, why am I ...?"
"Give me a sec." Stretching and letting overworked muscles unkink, Jack finally knelt back on the bed and unfastened the wrists. He kissed the inside of each one once they were free. "I'm tempted to keep you this way. My own little bondage archaeologist, ready for any whim I might come up with."
"In your dreams," Daniel sighed.
"Oh, dunno about that." Jack gathered everything and dumped it on the floor. "I can only resist temptation so far."
"Glad you didn't resist this, Jack." Not moving, Daniel looked at him with a toothy grin. "Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me."
Jack sprawled himself next to his lover, one leg hooking over Daniel's, and an arm clutching his waist. "Yeah, well, I sort of liked it."
"I think that was a bit more than sort of," Daniel teased, turning his head to look at him.
"You noticed?" He put a very satisfied kiss on Daniel's lips. He kept it light, and Daniel turned over just enough to meet him. Ah, post coital bliss. "I can't wait to see what other little wishes you've got in that head of yours."
Forehead touching Jack's, Daniel peered at him and arched one eyebrow. "Maybe next time."
"Next time?" He liked the sound of that. "We're going to have kinky holiday events?"
"One of many ways to celebrate," Daniel said, rolling back with a faint wince on his face. Jack caught sight of it just before it disappeared.
"Sore?" he asked, leaning up on one elbow.
He was fully expecting the usual "fine" brush-off, but this time he got a surprise. "Maybe just a little bit."
"You should have said something," Jack chided. He crawled around to kneel between Daniel's still spread legs. He loved any excuse to touch and play, considering that his selfish little bonus to the evening. He just hoped the discomfort was minimal. Jack smoothed his hands against his own thighs before beginning to rub firmly.
"Well, to be honest, the whole combination has me feeling pretty good." Daniel had a funny smile as he watched Jack work. "But hey, if you want to keep doing that ..."
"Only the best." He met Daniel's gaze and held it for several moments. He liked the flush left in Daniel's cheeks, and the pleased smile brightening Daniel's face even further. He focused on the massage for a few minutes, enjoying odd appreciative moans until speaking again. "It's just a month and a bit until St. Patrick's Day."
"What, tie me up and paint me green?" Daniel was rubbing his own arm, but there was a twinkle in his eye that Jack definitely liked.
"That's one way," Jack agreed. He abandoned the thigh project to take an arm, finding the cramps and kissing them away. "What else could we do?"
"Cinqo de Mayo." Daniel grinned. "We'll be busy that week."
"Bing Crosby never had it this good at the Holiday Inn." Jack reached for the otherwise forgotten tray of fruits, grabbing a handful of slices to pop into Daniel's mouth. "We'll need our strength."
"And our sleep," Daniel agreed around a mouthful of mango. He licked at a drop of juice that had escaped his lips, and Jack found himself focusing on the pink tip. "Not to mention our stamina."
"Good points." Jack leaned forward, feeding his lover more fruit until his hands were empty. He traced Daniel's lips with his fingertips, watching the tongue escape again to lap up any hint of juice. "And economical, too."
"Oh?" Daniel caught the finger and sucked it into his mouth.
"I'll save a bundle on fireworks!"
The suction on his finger ceased as Daniel looked at him. A moment later, Jack found himself on his back, Daniel perched over his body with a hand firmly wrapped around his cock. The finger slipped past Daniel's lips as he grinned.
"No fireworks for Valentine's Day, Jack."
"However ..." Daniel's voice purred as he gently stroked Jack's still lax cock, but it sure as hell wouldn't stay that way. "I bet a third round would have the same effect."
"That a fact?" Jack wondered.
"Sure." And then Daniel's weight was off balanced as he reached for something on the bedside table. There was a crinkle of foil, and then a piece of chocolate was pressed to Jack's lips. "Oh, Jack?"
"What?" His answer didn't sound clear, and what was it that his mother had said about talking with his mouth full?
"Thanks for the present," Daniel said, before swooping down to claim Jack's lips.
And the chocolate, too, damn it.
Jack didn't mind; he had his hands full.