The Morning After

Jack looked in the mirror. Funny, but he didn't look any different. Still the same, even after what had just happened to him. Or should that be, after who had just happened to him. He still couldn't believe it. Daniel Jackson was his lover. The man he'd lusted after for longer than he could imagine… He wanted to climb up on his roof and shout it to all and sundry. And even old, Mrs Michaelson next door - the prude she was. Geez, she'd cracked up about him mowing the lawn without a shirt on, imagine how she'd react to the news that he'd spent the majority of the night making passionate love to a man. Probably keel over and die from shock. Ack, who cared what the old biddy thought. He was happy. More than happy. Ecstatic even. Woohoo! For the first time in a long while, he hadn't had to sit there and analyse himself - he'd just been able to go with the flow… That would explain the enormous 'cat that ate Auntie's budgie' grin on his face at that present moment. God, it was good to be alive.

"G'morning," Daniel said, wandering up behind him. Jack didn't move as the younger man plopped a kiss onto his bare shoulder and proceeded to wrap his arms around the older man's waist.

"Morning yourself. Sleep well?" Jack's eyes connected with the reflections of Daniel's.

"As well as a person can for less than two hours," the archaeologist replied dryly as he rested his chin on his lover's shoulder. It had a nice ring to it… lover. Jack's grin widened to a near impossible level - he'd only just realised that Daniel was as naked as the day he'd been born. Talk about your eagerness to adapt.

"No regrets?" A mood killer, but it had to be asked.

Daniel snorted. "If I had any, don't you think I'd be out the door and down the street by now?"

True.

"Okay, I'll take that as a 'no' then," Jack said as he arched his back in a stretch. He was still a little stiff after all of the 'exercise' he'd had last night. Not that he cared too much, this was the nice kinda ache. The 'I got me some' ache that he hadn't experienced for a while. Or, more accurately, it was the 'I'm in love and I got me some ache.' An even longer while for that one.

"A bit sore, are we?" Daniel inquired mildly, not budging throughout the entire stretching manoeuvre. "Would you like a back rub?" The younger man's hands drifted away from their position in front of the colonel to somewhere on his lower back. They slowly began to knead the tired muscles in the lumbar region, coaxing them into an even deeper state of relaxation. A smile played on the younger man's lips, one that didn't go unnoticed by the object of his ministration's.

Jack closed his eyes and groaned quietly. God that felt good. So what if he had the mother of all goofy grins on his face, he was enjoying himself! He shivered a little as Daniel's hand worked their way up his spine, the feeling of the other man touching him almost getting too much for him to bear. Letting his head loll forward, he breathed a deep sigh of contentment as the muscles around his neck loosened up as his lover's fingers gently worked at them.

"Better?" Daniel asked in an incredibly husky voice. Jack bought his head upright and looked at him via the mirror.

"You could say that," he answered as the touch went from being therapeutic to sensual. "You could definitely say that…" He let himself be turned around so that he was facing his lover. Daniel's hands drifted from his shoulder's down his chest and towards his stomach. Jack sucked in a sharp breath as they accidentally brushed across his raging arousal and swallowed when the touch became more purposeful. He leant back against the towel rack and pulled the younger man towards him, dragging his head close so that he could kiss him. As his tongue plunged into Daniel's mouth, he moaned. He'd only ever thought women could taste this sweet - not that he was disappointed about being proven wrong in many, many ways.

"Oh God Jack," the archaeologist whispered when they finally came up for air. "I want you so badly."

No kidding. Without even being in close contact with him, Jack could feel how aroused Daniel was. He smiled indulgently, he could get used to this sort of activity. After, hadn't some scientist or another said that sex was the best form of exercise?

Rather than reply with words, Jack touched Daniel's cheek with a solitary finger, before letting it trail down his face to his throat, then down his chest. Like the colonel had done not so many minutes before, he gasped as Jack gently ran his fingers down his arousal. Then the kisses started - light, feathery things along his jawline and travelling down his throat. Along his shoulder. On the palm of his hands.

"You like?" Jack whispered in his ear as he slowly gripped Daniel's backside, rubbing in the hollows just above with his thumbs.

But, by now Daniel was almost incoherent with need. It never ceased to amaze Jack how easy it was to bring the younger man to fever-pitch. All he had to do was to look at him just so, and Daniel was literally panting with lust. Not that he was often caring at that point himself. Within a heartbeat he was out of the pyjama bottoms he'd slipped on out of habit upon getting out of bed.

"Jack." He groaned when the older man intentionally pulled back. He looked up and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror - all flushed and wanton (if a man could indeed be called wanton). Instead of embarrassing him to hell, the sight aroused him even more. Only Jack could do this to him. Not Sha're. Not Shyla. Not Kera. Not anybody. He belonged to Jack, and Jack definitely belonged to him. Shifting his gaze back to his lover, he spotted the amused smile playing across his mouth.

"Copping a look mmm?" Jack asked, garnering himself a passionate kiss from Daniel. The two men began to move together, the friction between their bodies arousing them completely. Hands and lips went everywhere possible, each touch bringing them closer to climaxing.

Somehow Daniel ended up under Jack with his bare back pressed against the tiles on the bathroom floor. Not that he was caring a great deal at that point. All he was focussed on was bring Jack to the most earth-shattering climax he could manage. With tongues duelling and hands going every which way, they both orgasmed in the best possible way before literally collapsing.

Breathing deeply to suck some oxygen into his lungs, Daniel gently played with the short tendrils of hair at the nape of Jack's neck. When his lover had recovered enough to raise his head, he already had a welcoming smile on his lips.

"Do you think it can get better than this?" he asked, totally oblivious to how silly the pair of them looked lying butt-naked on the bathroom floor with Jack's dirty clothes strewn around them because the basket had been knocked over by a wayward foot.

"Oh, I don't know… We could always try the kitchen table next," Jack suggested, wiggling his eyebrows lasciviously.

Daniel laughed aloud, closing his eyes and enjoying the moment. Knowing their combined luck, there may not be so many moments ahead for them. "Well, I'm game if you are?" he said, looking up at his lover and quickly pinching his bottom.

"You're on then," Jack growled.

Strangely enough, they didn't actually make it to the kitchen…