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So just...kiss me already...Jack grinned and kissed him again, slowly pulling away again to look around. It was the middle of the night, but considering where they were, well, he wasn't that far gone.

"Come on," he said, rising onto a knee before standing and offering his hand to Daniel. "Let's get out of the open."

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Jack on his knees for Daniel was one of the most amazing things Daniel had seen. He'd started to respond to what Jack had said. Started to say that he wanted to be able to feel it for days. That he wanted to remember Jack every time he moved. And then Jack knelt.

Daniel's hands wound around the binds, but otherwise he didn't so much as twitch.

Jack had given an order and Daniel intended to follow it.

Hands slid around and moved up the backs of Daniel's thighs as Jack sucked, pulling him in, pulling himself forward until his nose and lips burrowed into the wiry-soft hair. His tongue undulated against the shaft as he sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, and finally drew back with enough suction that his cheeks drew in, cutting deep hollows above his jaw.

Jack's hands kept creeping higher until he could claw at Daniel's ass and get a ruthless grip. Only then did he let his lips slacken so he could bob against the length of firm flesh that rested on his tongue.

Maybe it was a good thing Daniel's wrists were still tied. He twitched just a little with the urge to move his hands and wrap them in Jack's hair. He groaned Jack's name over and over, eyes intent on the other man. He wasn't looking away. Not now. Definitely not now.

"Please, god, Jack."

He'd never said Daniel couldn't talk.

He would never get tired of giving Daniel reason to say his name like that. With as much focus as he'd devoted to everything else tonight, he closed his eyes and let everything fall away until all he knew was the feeling of Daniel in his mouth, the scent and sound of him, the heat of his body beneath Jack's arms and hands. He moved faster, tighter, precise in every way. Daniel was doing so well at remaining still and keeping his legs apart that Jack couldn't bring himself to make the man wait any longer than he had to.

Daniel's muscles quivered and his hips twitched with the effort it took to keep still. His breathing got harsher and he kept moaning Jack's name on a soft, continuous loop punctuated only by a deep groan as Jack's words came back to him. I'd tear the universe apart for you. "Yours. God, yours." He tried to come up with something more coherent than that, but thought was mostly lost to him.

All the sounds did were encourage Jack. He moved faster, worked his tongue across skin, pulled with his lips, every trick he knew could possibly inspire a moan. His arms tightened and held Daniel in place and with just a slight reach, a bit of flexing of his fingers, he teased the slick, tender entrance in time with the rhythm of his mouth.

Daniel's hips surged forward once, but by then, it was too late for Jack to stop. He came with Jack's name on his lips and the image of him seared into his brain. His legs gave out and he hung there, eyes half-closed, a soft smile on his face.

"Amazing," he croaked.

Jack pulled away, swallowed, and stayed in place. He turned his head and pressed his cheek to Daniel's hip, giving himself just a moment before he let go of the moment.

Finally, of course, he had to. Jack took hold of Daniel's hips and got his balance to stand, then went immediately for the straps.

Enough was enough, and Jack didn't relish the idea of Daniel really getting hurt.

Daniel got his feet back under him when he realized Jack was removing the bindings, but when his hands, were free, he leaned against Jack again, pressing a kiss to Jack's neck and resting his forehead on his shoulder, just taking a minute to breathe again and remember how to stand.

His fingers moved lightly across Jack's back, feeling him the way he'd wanted to the entire time he'd been bound.

"I've got you," he assured him softly, supporting his weight. He brought his hand up and stroked Danel's hair lightly, massaging his scalp like he had been not so long ago in the Compound.

"You always do," Daniel whispered, picking up his head and kissing Jack tenderly. Jack was his constant when everything else around him was changing. Jack trusted him and, more than that, believed in him.

Returning the kiss, the urgent undercurrent of need was gone, leaving only an intimacy Jack rarely allowed himself to have. This kiss, this was reserved for only a few people in the universe.

As far as Daniel was concerned, the kiss could go on forever. He knew it wouldn't. He knew that eventually, they'd have to leave and that Daniel would go back to his own hut and Jack would go back to his. He didn't even regret it. But for the moment, Daniel was content to steal as much time as he could.

From hair to jaw, Jack held him lightly, lingering for as long as possible before finally breaking away. "Do you want me to take you to the clinic?"

"Hmm?" He blinked at Jack and then remembered his back. "What, the nanobots? No." He dismissed that out of hand. He wanted to feel, wanted to remember. "How bad is it, really?"

"Not that bad," he replied, reaching for Daniel's wrists. "I didn break the skin. Just a few welts, a couple bruises."

Daniel inhaled sharply when Jack held his wrists. "A little rope burn. Excuse me, leather burn." He closed his eyes, biting his lip. "I'll be fine, Jack. Honestly. I...want to feel it."

"You're twisted," he teased, kissing Daniel's forehead. It was actually a sentiment he understood. "Come on...get dressed; we should get out of here before someone wonders what the hell the animals are doing in here."

"You already knew that," Daniel said, glancing around for wherever Jack had stashed his clothes. He leaned down, picking everything up, wincing a little at the pull of muscles. He managed to get into the boxers and jeans and sandals, but decided to leave the shirt off. "Also, you're one to talk. I'm ready."

He'd grabbed his shirt, shook it out once, then pulled it on. "Me?" he asked innocently. "I'm not twisted. I'm as straight-laced and ordinary as they come."

"You are in no way, shape, or form straight, Jack. And as for ordinary?" Daniel snorted and shook his head. "Dream on." He moved closer and wrapped an arm around Jack's waist. "Anything else planned in this night of debauchery, or are you going to do the gentlemanly thing and walk me home?"

"Gentlemanly? Now you're just calling me names," Jack smirked. But he draped his arm around Daniel's shoulders and lead him out of the barn. "I'll walk you home."

"I know, but you're just too easy of a target to resist." He frowned a little. "Although where I'm going to sleep once I get home, I'm not sure. I'm going to be glad when Vala gets her own hut." He'd actually have a bed to himself again.

"You sure she's okay to be on her own?" he asked, actually sounding marginally concerned. Whatever had been his problem before had vanished. "I mean, if she came from someplace bad. Tortured or whatever."

"She's a trooper. And it's not like New Atlantis is all that big. If she needs something, she's got me and Mitchell." That's what a team was for, after all. "I give her under a week before she starts in on old habits. Then the island will never be safe again." He was teasing. Mostly.

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