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Can't Take the Heat
Part Six
Sugary spit dries sticky, stretching my skin, pulling it tight. Daniel runs his tongue across his lips and smiles at me, sweet and guileless as if he hasn't just gone down on my fucking fingers. I can't see my cock from here -- can't look anywhere but his face -- but I can feel it. The rest of my body has shut down, become irrelevant. The skin his tongue has left wet and the cock that's waiting for him to look at it, because that's all it would take. That's all I am.
Dizzy and hot and staring at him, waiting. This isn't arousal; this isn't desire. This is me giving Daniel what he wants because he's angry with me and this is me so close to breaking and asking him to fuck me that I can feel the weight of tears in my eyes and I know he'd lick them off me, too but I won't let him do that.
There has to be something I don't give him, and I decide it's that. There's a vicious ache in the small of my back and I shift, just a little, trying to ease it.
Daniel walks behind me and puts his hands on me and I'm moved back into position. The ache flares up again, bright and hot, and I don't care because his hands stay on me, slipping around, thumbs stroking, fingers teasing the coarse spring of hair around my cock. He tugs at it and rubs it between his fingers and then loses interest and palms my cock briefly, squeezing it roughly, casually, as if it isn't the first time he's touched it. I jerk and shiver and he leans the side of his face against my back and then turns his head so my shoulder blade gets kissed.
"You can come if you want, Jack," he whispers. "I don't mind."
I just bet he doesn't. I flash on Daniel drumming his fingers idly on the counter, waiting for me to finish, and swallow down amusement and hurt.
"Make me," I hiss back at him. "Get inside me, and make me, you asshole."
I twist my head around enough to smile at him, tight and angry, and miss the swift, sneaky dart of his hand as it closes around my balls and squeezes warningly.
He waits for me to stop smiling before his grip softens. Close call.
Can't Take the Heat
Part Six
Sugary spit dries sticky, stretching my skin, pulling it tight. Daniel runs his tongue across his lips and smiles at me, sweet and guileless as if he hasn't just gone down on my fucking fingers. I can't see my cock from here -- can't look anywhere but his face -- but I can feel it. The rest of my body has shut down, become irrelevant. The skin his tongue has left wet and the cock that's waiting for him to look at it, because that's all it would take. That's all I am.
Dizzy and hot and staring at him, waiting. This isn't arousal; this isn't desire. This is me giving Daniel what he wants because he's angry with me and this is me so close to breaking and asking him to fuck me that I can feel the weight of tears in my eyes and I know he'd lick them off me, too but I won't let him do that.
There has to be something I don't give him, and I decide it's that. There's a vicious ache in the small of my back and I shift, just a little, trying to ease it.
Daniel walks behind me and puts his hands on me and I'm moved back into position. The ache flares up again, bright and hot, and I don't care because his hands stay on me, slipping around, thumbs stroking, fingers teasing the coarse spring of hair around my cock. He tugs at it and rubs it between his fingers and then loses interest and palms my cock briefly, squeezing it roughly, casually, as if it isn't the first time he's touched it. I jerk and shiver and he leans the side of his face against my back and then turns his head so my shoulder blade gets kissed.
"You can come if you want, Jack," he whispers. "I don't mind."
I just bet he doesn't. I flash on Daniel drumming his fingers idly on the counter, waiting for me to finish, and swallow down amusement and hurt.
"Make me," I hiss back at him. "Get inside me, and make me, you asshole."
I twist my head around enough to smile at him, tight and angry, and miss the swift, sneaky dart of his hand as it closes around my balls and squeezes warningly.
He waits for me to stop smiling before his grip softens. Close call.
Tags:
- fic,
- jack/daniel,
- sg-1,
- slash