Summary: Three months of having one dream and Jack keeps waking up when it gets interesting
"I'm sure that was an aspirin I took this morning."
Jack had considered the possibility that he was still asleep, that this was a dream, and that he and Daniel were going to have sex in an Air Force elevator. So far as possibilities went, there had to be worse. It had been shot down in flames two sentences into the speech that tripped out of Daniel's mouth so fast he managed to catch that Daniel was very worked up about something involving Anubis and Ra, and really not much else.
"Jack, it's really me, you have to help, you have to find the Eye of Ra before Anubis does. Keep it, hide it, destroy it, whatever. We don't have much time."
"Hi, Daniel. How you doing? Long time. How are things on the higher plane?"
On the off-chance that he had been right the first time round and that in this particular dream Daniel was simply being his own special kind of obnoxious - and it wasn't, he reasoned, like that had never happened before - Jack kept his sarcasm hovering over the line on one side of which it had no effect and on the other side of which it had him sleeping on the couch.
"Hey, Jack, long time no see. How you doing?"
"Fine, just fine."
"How are the knees, the back? Everything..."
"Oh, kind of weather contingent, actually."
"So, what's new?"
"Actually, a funny thing happened to me. Today." Daniel's humoring him looked to have moved on to, while neither of them were going to be the first to cross over into the other's personal space, them staring at each other so blatantly that they might as well have been wearing little eye condoms. "I'm riding an elevator, and an old friend of mine, someone who never writes, never calls, just shows up and tells me all about this very urgent mission that apparently needs my attention."
"You gonna help, or..."
"Wait, it's good. See..."
Deciding, Jack thought, that humoring him was perhaps not working and more drastic measures would be needed to shut him up, Daniel's glowy edges became considerably more glowy, and, watching with a sort of sick fascination and trying not to look the way people tried not to look at Teal'c's tattoo, as, with Daniel looking for all the world like he was doing nothing more exciting than pouring a cup of coffee, a tentacle thing stretched out of his chest and spiralled towards Jack.
The sick fascination gave way to something else entirely as the tentacle thing wrapped itself around his...
Jack's hips arched up, his eyes shot open, and he groaned out loud.
Three months of having that dream and he had never yet not woken up just when things were starting to get interesting.
The part of his mind that was still working rationally noticed that he had fallen asleep in the middle of the afternoon, the early evening sun was starting to come through the window, and, on contemplation of the prominent outline of his erection against his sweats, wondered whether doing this in the middle of the day was too wanton and whether, if he didn't look at it too much, it would go away by itself. The other part of his mind, the part that sounded a lot like Daniel and was fond of glowy alien sex in SGC elevators, told him that there was such a thing as taking risk-assessment too far and asked when exactly wanton had stopped being a good thing.
He shucked the sweats, snagged a tube of KY from the floor, and told the part of his mind that was still working rationally to take a hike.
Messily, using his left hand and accidentally squirting a glob onto his stomach, he covered the fingers of his right hand in the lube and roughly shoved a single finger into his ass, twisting and reaching until it found what it was looking for. He scraped the projection lightly with his nail, bucking when it sent a stab of electricity through his groin. It had been a never-ending source of hilarity and delight for Daniel that Jack could come without either of them ever going within screaming distance of his cock, just from having his prostate touched, and he had long ago lost count of the number of nights they had spent apart for whatever reason when phone sex had involved exactly this.
Exactly, of course, except for the fact that then, it had involved a phone, and Daniel's voice, and had not in any way involved Daniel having forgotten that he had ever been anything more than his CO and friend.
Jack wasn't even sure that the dots had been joined to 'best friend' yet, and it was hardly the kind of question you could go around asking without sounding terrifyingly like an elementary school girl.
And that was a mental image he didn't need.
Daniel had often joked that if they asked Carter or Teal'c or Hammond, always supposing either of them were in the mood to commit professional suicide, they would say that it would be him who wouldn't stop thinking during sex. The joke often came before he bent his head and swallowed Jack whole, or slithered down the bed and started to rim him, or lowered himself at an agonizingly slow pace onto Jack's cock, or any one of a dozen other things tried, tested, and guaranteed to send whatever thought processes might have been going on at the time off to another galaxy.
He put all thoughts of elementary school girls out of his head, and, equally firmly, added another finger and started to thrust them.
He had himself teetering on the edge, and then, with the knowledge that he was not Daniel, and that his fingers were not Daniel's fingers and therefore apparently not capable of working the same magic on his prostate as Daniel's fingers did, and that he just wanted to finish this already, he ran the thumb of his left hand up the underside of his cock, rubbed it over the head, shuddered, and splattered semen on his stomach with Daniel's name choked in his mouth.
Jack was quite proud that he managed that without his voice coming out at girly-squeak levels. It wasn't, after all, every day that you had a dream about your ex involving kinky glowy alien sex, jerked off with three fingers up your own ass, and then wobbled downstairs to find that during those events, you had been completely oblivious to the fact that said ex was in your kitchen calmly making coffee. He felt that it almost justified girly-squeak.
"Am I remembering wrong or is this the first time in, you know, ever, that you've actually done something that Janet told you to do?"
"I always do what she tells me to do," he replied unconvincingly.
But Janet had been unrelenting in her belief that while there was nothing wrong, medically speaking, with Jack, people who had recently been cloned by aliens of questionable morals who hadn't thus far shown much reliability in choosing safe methods wouldn't come to any harm for having a few days rest.
"You were asleep when I looked in," Daniel explained. "I didn't like to wake you up."
"When I looked in."
Jack turned bright red and fought the instinct to bang his head on the nearest solid surface as he realized that Daniel had been sitting down here for every minute of his little... He waved a mental hand, not knowing exactly how to vocalize it, even in his head.
"And then," he continued, "You got a little noisier and I didn't like to interrupt."
"Would you have preferred me to interrupt?"
It was only down to Daniel's reflexes and the fact that he had probably been half-expecting that reaction that the coffee cup he had just handed to Jack didn't end up on the floor.
"Why didn't you say something?" Jack's hands were flailing about his head and Daniel put the cup down and out of the way. "I've been fucking torturing myself here."
"I've only known for sure for a couple of days, and... well, when I finally did know for sure, you were fifteen years old."
"How did you find out? For the love of God, Daniel, tell me you didn't ask him."
"Give me a little credit."
"We were here. With the kid. And I remembered being here - and, by the way, the only thing that salsa is still good for is a lab - which, you know, I knew that we had been friends before, so, nothing unusual, right?" Daniel's mouth was running away with itself. "But then I remembered something about bugging you to clean up, which I thought was a little weird, and then... you have my boxers in your drawer."
"And you remembered from that?"
"I think that it goes a little bit beyond the scope of my commanding officer to keep his archaeologist's boxers."
Jack conceded the point. "You remember everything?"
"It's difficult to know, I mean, I don't know that I've forgotten something until I remember it. But I've been down here listening to you..." Daniel waved a hand, clearly suffering from the same block as Jack when it came to actually saying the words. "And I know that I remember a lot. I remember the night we got together."
"Do you know why we got together?"
"I thought I was killing you when I gave that order."
They had inched closer and closer together until they were almost toe-to-toe, and Jack grabbed Daniel's hand, lacing their fingers together and leaning forward to run his tongue in a lazy circle around a spot behind Daniel's left ear. As he spoke, the warm air against the cooling saliva caused Daniel's hands to tighten on Jack's hips. "Then you know how I've felt for the last year."
"You didn't kill me."
"I couldn't save you."
Daniel grabbed the hand that had found its way under his shirt and was drifting towards his nipple, and stilled it. "I'm here now."
Jack's mouth came within centimetres of Daniel's and stayed there exactly long enough for him to mutter forcefully, "Don't die again", before devouring it like a man starved. Almost accidentally, as he took a convoluted route to push his fingers through the short hair, his middle finger ghosted across Daniel's shoulder blade, eliciting a moan, a shudder, and a movement that meant he had just had to lock his knees in order to stay vertical.
He pushed Daniel, in a convoluted sort of quickstep, backwards until they hit the kitchen table, and then applied his fingers to unfastening the fly of Daniel's jeans and pushing them down to his ankles, abandoning finesse and any semblance of romance for hard and fast. Judging by the way his fingers were digging into the small of Jack's back, this was a plan that Daniel approved of wholeheartedly.
His hand was halfway to the bottle of vegetable oil before he realized that to go with his shiny new body, Oma had in all probability provided Daniel with a shiny new ass, and tempting as the prospect was, Jack decided that taking his born-again virginity was probably something that could wait until they had some other supplies, like, for example, a horizontal surface. Going for the second option, and ignoring the protests from his own knees, he dropped to the floor and swallowed Daniel's cock to the root.
Funny that out of all his fantasies, he had never considered just how erotic it would be to remap all of Daniel's familiar erogenous zones after over a year away from them.
He loved going down on Daniel. Always had. And could, if he were so inclined, make it last for hours. But the point of this exercise wasn't to draw it out; it was to get him off as fast as possible.
They hadn't done this for fourteen months, three weeks, and two days.
They had the rest of their lives for slow and gentle.
They slept that night in Jack's bed in a tangle of arms and legs, and Jack did not dream of glowy alien sex in SGC elevators, because he had had the real thing returned to him.
Jack returned to a dream he had had for a long time, when he was in Ba'al's fortress and Daniel was gone and didn't come back, a nightmare that had woken him in a cold sweat every night regularly for six months.
That night, it wasn't a nightmare, because that night, Daniel was there to catch him when he fell.