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Nearly there...
Previous parts are here
Can't Take the Heat
Part Three
I suck them for him, heart hammering. Five minutes ago he wasn't even in the house, and now he's naked, and I'm kneeling, and somehow I don't think he meant my mouth, but there's no time to think, because he likes what I'm doing to his fingers enough to trust me with his cock and he's waiting for me to open up a little wider -- which I do -- and then I'm trying to remember how to swallow spit, breathe and suck, all at the same time.
His cock's cool at first and I think of it in my ass like that and press closer to him, my hands stroking down the front of his thighs, feeling the damp skin catch at my fingers.
He gives that self-contained, private moan again and I can't help digging my nails in, just to remind him I'm there, regretting it when he hisses angrily and steps back. His cock's flushed and warmer, glistening like his chest was, and he doesn't look happy.
"Get up."
I obey, wondering just why I am, because it's Daniel.
Then he smiles and I realise it's because it's Daniel.
"I can borrow something, get dressed, and go home," he says, blinking at me slowly. "Jerk off thinking of you and come when I let myself remember just how good you are at doing what you're told."
He gaze drops and his lips pout thoughtfully. Yes, take a look, Daniel. I'm hard. And just keep talking about your dick, your hand and me and see how long it takes before I need a change of clothes, too.
"Or you could carry on doing what I say until we've both come."
I swallow. "Daniel --"
"Two choices," he says and he's not backing down. God knows, that's a look I'm familiar with.
"Fine. I'll take the one where we come and we're in the same room," I snap. "And if you get off on it, I'll let you call the shots."
"I will," he says. "And so will you."
Not touching that one. Eight minutes. Fuck.
"But after, you tell me why you're this angry."
He's going to be in me as soon as I shut the hell up.
"Maybe," he says. "Give me your shirt."
He leaves it unfastened but he rolls up the sleeves.
Then he locks the doors and bends me over the kitchen counter.
Previous parts are here
Can't Take the Heat
Part Three
I suck them for him, heart hammering. Five minutes ago he wasn't even in the house, and now he's naked, and I'm kneeling, and somehow I don't think he meant my mouth, but there's no time to think, because he likes what I'm doing to his fingers enough to trust me with his cock and he's waiting for me to open up a little wider -- which I do -- and then I'm trying to remember how to swallow spit, breathe and suck, all at the same time.
His cock's cool at first and I think of it in my ass like that and press closer to him, my hands stroking down the front of his thighs, feeling the damp skin catch at my fingers.
He gives that self-contained, private moan again and I can't help digging my nails in, just to remind him I'm there, regretting it when he hisses angrily and steps back. His cock's flushed and warmer, glistening like his chest was, and he doesn't look happy.
"Get up."
I obey, wondering just why I am, because it's Daniel.
Then he smiles and I realise it's because it's Daniel.
"I can borrow something, get dressed, and go home," he says, blinking at me slowly. "Jerk off thinking of you and come when I let myself remember just how good you are at doing what you're told."
He gaze drops and his lips pout thoughtfully. Yes, take a look, Daniel. I'm hard. And just keep talking about your dick, your hand and me and see how long it takes before I need a change of clothes, too.
"Or you could carry on doing what I say until we've both come."
I swallow. "Daniel --"
"Two choices," he says and he's not backing down. God knows, that's a look I'm familiar with.
"Fine. I'll take the one where we come and we're in the same room," I snap. "And if you get off on it, I'll let you call the shots."
"I will," he says. "And so will you."
Not touching that one. Eight minutes. Fuck.
"But after, you tell me why you're this angry."
He's going to be in me as soon as I shut the hell up.
"Maybe," he says. "Give me your shirt."
He leaves it unfastened but he rolls up the sleeves.
Then he locks the doors and bends me over the kitchen counter.
Tags:
- fic,
- jack/daniel,
- sg-1,
- slash