|All The Time In The World
||[Jul. 17th, 2008|09:30 am]
Life is a soundtrack...
Title: All The Time In The World
Summary: An injury forces SG1 into some downtime, and Daniel and Jack grow closer
Word Count: 3,976
Disclaimer: Not mine, I just like to play in the sandpit. Contains men doing naughty thigns to one another- don't like it, don't read it.
Written For: the 2008. My writee was amara_m
Prompt: First Time, Hurt/Comfort
Optional Request: I'd kinda like a story where Daniel's the one who saves Jack
Notes: My apologies, I fail at deadlines. Beta’d by my housemate (a 19yo straight guy, will wonders never cease?), all mistakes are mine.
“I’ve infiltrated enemy camps, explored the galaxy and saved the universe more times then I care to remember. And I get done in by a set of goddamned stairs??”
A giggle burst from Sam’s throat. She tried to mask it with a cough, but Jack turned on her with a withering look and she lapsed into a choking fit of laughter, triggering Daniel into a low chuckle. Even Teal’c smiled broadly and Jack glared at them all.
“Some crack team you all are. Cracked is more like it.”
General Hammond entered the infirmary and joined SG1 where they circled Jack’s bed.
“What happened Colonel?”
Jack composed his face back into its usual nonchalance.
“I used an alternative method to descend some stairs Sir. The experiment was a failure, and I wouldn’t recommend the technique to others.”
“He slipped on some papers I had dropped Sir.” Daniel flushed red with guilt and embarrassment.
“It was my fault for not looking where I was going.” Jack countered.
“Ahem. Jack, Doctor Frasier tells me you will need further X-rays as the swelling goes down, but your ankle seems to be only sprained and not broken. You all have 2 weeks of leave due so I’m recommending SG1 take some time off. Any questions?”
“No Sir” the team chorused.
“Now, out of the Infirmary before Frasier comes back and catches you all badgering her patient.” Hammond turned on his heel and marched out, Sam and Teal’c close behind.
“Hey, I like being badgered!” Jack dropped back into the pillows with a soft thump.
“Really? That’s not what you usually tell me.” Daniel paused at the foot of the bed, a smile hovering about his lips.
“Well, usually I have more important things to do then listen to you ramble on about how we need to protect rocks and stuff. Now I’m bored.”
“Ass!” Daniel exclaimed, gently punching Jack’s good leg. “You know they’re always important artefacts.”
“Hey hey hey, am I not crippled enough for you already?? Don’t give Frasier any more excuses to poke me with needles and swabs!”
Daniel instantly looked contrite and smoothed the blankets back over Jack’s legs, picking up another pillow from the next bed and fluffing it before offering it to his friend.
“Oh stop it.” Jack grabbed the pillow all the same and propped himself up a little more. “It’s not your fault, really. Now go enjoy your downtime!”
“Yes Colonel.” Daniel snapped a mock salute and marched out of the Infirmary.
“Do I really need another shot? I can’t feel my ass any more.” Jack dropped his pants as he complained fruitlessly, carefully balancing on his good foot as he leant over the bed. He knew better then to argue with the woman, but he couldn’t help complaining.
“Well you never seem to receive the memos reminding you to update your vaccinations, so I’m taking advantage of having you here.” Janet Frasier swiped him with an alcohol swab, then injected him and disposed of the syringe with one fluid movement.
Jack grunted and pulled his pants back up. “I’m rugged and manly, I don’t get sick.”
Janet scoffed as she pulled back the cubicle’s curtain and made notes on his chart. “Oh of course, I should have guessed. Now, I’ve cleared you to leave the base as of tomorrow, however you will need crutches as we can’t rule out a fracture. Definitely come back and see me if it doesn’t seem to be healing or if it gets any worse.” She fixed him with a steely gaze until Jack dropped his head and muttered his agreement.
“I need to learn how to do that.” Daniel strolled in, a backpack over his shoulder. “It would come very much in handy.”
“Not gonna happen.” Jack settled back onto the narrow infirmary bed and crossed his arms.
“Well I guess I won’t offer to give you a ride home then, if that’s the way you feel about it.”
“I’m stuck here until tomorrow anyway, so just get going and don’t rub it in.”
“Well…” Janet popped the clipboard back into its pocket at the foot of the bed. “The reason I said tomorrow was so we could organize an Airman to get you home. If Daniel is happy to take you then that’s fine.” She turned to the archaeologist “Don’t let him drive. Take him to a supermarket or something on the way home so he won’t be tempted to go out later. He’s not allowed to put weight on the foot in case he has a fracture, and he’s to come back in if it gets any worse.” She glared at Jack again, then smiled. “You don’t need any pain meds, just take it easy okay? Enjoy your down time.”
A nurse brought a pair of crutches and Jack swung out into the corridor with a well-practiced air, Daniel rushing to keep up with him.
“Can we go right now? I feel the need for fresh air and a cold beer.”
“Don’t you need to get anything from your office?”
“Do you need anything from the shops?”
“No, there’s already beer in the fridge at home.”
“What about for tomorrow, or the weekend?”
“I’ll order more pizza.”
Daniel opened his mouth to reply, then closed it again. Jack stared moodily out the window and they sat in silence for the rest of the drive.
“Do you want to come in for a beer?” The invitation was brusque, but Daniel understood the hidden apology.
“Sure.” He fetched Jack’s crutches from the back seat of his car and handed them over as Jack hopped impatiently up the driveway. They made their way inside and Daniel quickly made his way to the kitchen and returned with two cold bottles before Jack had finished struggling out of his coat. They sat down in the living room, Daniel fussing with cushions for Jack’s foot until his was shooed away. There was a little small talk but Jack’s monosyllabic answers soon killed all conversation and the quiet stretched out.
Daniel raised an eyebrow, keeping his mouth busy with another swig of beer. Jack needed quiet to talk.
“You saved me from Frasier. I don’t think I could take another jab.” Jack shifted on the sofa to illustrate his statement.
“You’re welcome.” They finished their beers in a companionable silence, and Daniel fetched a second and then a third round when Jack made a move to rise. Eventually they called for pizza and turned on the TV, finding a Simpsons’ marathon that they both ignored.
“It really isn’t your fault. I wasn’t watching where I was going and probably would have fallen anyway.”
Daniel picked at the label on his beer bottle.
“Maybe, maybe not, I guess we’ll never know.”
“I know, and that’s enough for me.” Yet another beer was emptied and added to the growing collection of bottles on the coffee table. “Besides, I love my job but it’ll be nice to have some time off.”
“But you can’t do anything, you’re on crutches.” Daniel replied bitterly.
“Hey, the number of knee surgeries I’ve had, I’m pretty handy with crutches. In any case, an actual resting holiday? Totally underrated. Now stop it.”
Daniel ducked his head and stared into his pizza.
“C’mon, it’s getting late. The spare room’s already made up, go get some rest and maybe we can do that supermarket trip in the morning.”
Daniel smiled and finished his slice of pizza, draining the last of his beer.
“I’ll just grab my backpack.” He fetched it from the car and retired to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He was just searching his bag for a clean t-shirt to wear to bed when a resounding crash echoed from the kitchen and set him off running.
Jack was crumpled on the floor, swearing loudly, empty beer bottles smashed beside him.
“Oh my god, are you alright?” Daniel helped Jack haul himself upright, helping him back to the living room and onto the sofa.
“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Jack grumbled, wincing as he lifted his bandaged ankle back up onto the pile of pillows. “Just trying to tidy up.”
“Since when have you tidied up?”
“Hey, I’m a tidy guy! Besides, I have a guest.”
Daniel rolled his eyes and brought Jack back his crutches from where they had skittered into the corner of the kitchen, then returned to sweep up the broken glass. He stacked the empty pizza boxes by the door to bin in the morning and came back to crouch by the sofa.
“Can I help you to your bedroom?”
Jack glared at him.
“I don’t need help.”
“I know, but I’m offering anyway because you’re my friend.” Daniel’s voice was low and insistent and Jack grudgingly held out his hands. Daniel helped him stand and threw the other mans arm over his shoulders, and they made their way slowly down the hallway.
“I do however insist that I can undress myself.” Jack joked as they entered the bedroom.
“Well okay, if you say so. But you know where I am if you get stuck.” Daniel joked back, relieved that the strange mood of the evening was finally starting to lift.
“Well, um… can you grab my PJs for me? They’re in the top right drawer.” He sat down in the edge of the bed.
“Of course.” Daniel pulled a pair of faded flannel pajamas and placed them on Jack’s pillow. Jack grabbed his wrist as he turned to go.
“You’re a good friend. I just want you to know that.” The words slurred slightly and Jack stood too quickly, grabbing Daniel’s shoulders to steady himself. Daniel grabbed him by the elbows as Jack rocked unsteadily, the older man pulling him into a rough hug.
“You’re a good friend too Jack. The best I’ve ever had.” Jack’s arms tightened around him at the words and then he pulled back slightly, turning his head to crush his lips against Daniel’s. Daniel responded instinctively, despite his shock it seemed entirely natural to have this man pressed up against him, mouths and bodies together. Jack’s tongue quested entrance and flicked gently inside his mouth, then their teeth banged together and they both jerked back, Jack falling backwards onto the bed.
“Oh shit.” Jack flopped back and covered his face with his hands.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” Daniel backed out of the room and shut the door, fleeing to the safety of the spare bed.
Jack hobbled into the kitchen as Daniel was downing his second cup of coffee. He poured another mug for Jack and refilled the coffeemaker for a third round.
“So I was thinking we’ll head into town in about half an hour, and then I’ll leave you be.”
“Oh. Okay then.” Jack leaned back against the bench and sipped at his coffee. “I guess you have stuff to do in your time off, I don’t want to keep you.”
“Mmm, just some translation work if I feel like it. I’m looking forward to relaxing.”
“Oh.” Jack sipped at his coffee again. “You’re welcome to do that here. You know, if you wanted to. If you wanted, err, some company.”
“Oh.” This time it was Daniel’s turn to stare into his coffee cup. “Well, I guess I could do that. Keep you company I mean, lend a hand in the kitchen… and stuff.”
“I’d like that.” Jack said gruffly. He paused, held his mug out for more coffee and Daniel topped him up, doing the same to his own. They clinked their mugs together and drank slowly, looking at everything bar each other.
The days passed in a slow haze of leisure. Daniel made some attempt at his translations but mostly napped in the sun on the deck or played chess with Jack. After a week they returned to the SGC for a second lot of X-rays and Janet gave Jack the all clear to ditch the crutches. Jack limped from the Infirmary with his head held high, but as soon as the elevator doors closed he steadied himself on Daniel’s shoulder. Daniel placed his hand on the small of Jack’s back and Jack leaned into him, watching the numbers tick down. The doors opened again with a subtle ‘ding’ and they parted, Jack’s hand still on Daniel’s shoulder as they made their way to his car.
“Remind me to get some more coffee on the way home.”
Jack smiled. Sure, he’d helped equally in demolishing the coffee supply, but he wasn’t the one who’d go postal when it ran out.
“Sure. Lets get some steaks while we’re there, have a barbeque dinner.”
“Sounds good.” The drive was quick and uneventful, with Jack not even arguing when Daniel insisted that he stay in the car while he grabbed the groceries. Soon enough they were home again, Daniel putting the new supplies away in the kitchen while Jack leant against the counter and watched. The coffee went by the coffeemaker behind Jack and Daniel leant past him to place it on the bench. He straightened up slowly, realizing he had stepped into the other man’s personal space and yet loathe to step back. Jack stayed still, watching Daniel like he was a wild animal. He could see the anxiety as Daniel’s eyes flickered back and forth between his face and various points of the kitchen, watched his nostrils flare as the small pink tip of his tongue darted over dry lips. And yet he stayed there, frozen.
Very, very slowly, Jack raised one hand and placed it on Daniel’s shoulder, sliding it around the cup the back of his neck. Daniel exhaled with a soft sigh and some of the tension left his face. Hesitantly he leant forward, closing the gap. Jack stood upright, moving into the remaining space so that their bodies fitted together, he could feel the warmth where they connected at thigh and hip and chest but the sensation was quickly drowned out by the feeling of Daniel’s lips on his, stubble gently rasping his own bristled cheek as the smell that was purely Daniel invaded his nostrils.
This time was much more chaste, a simple pressing of mouths. Jack’s hand slid slowly up the back of Daniel’s neck to cup his head, fingers buried in his hair. Daniel’s hands sank down to rest on Jack’s hips. They slowly pulled apart after a long minute, hands still on one another but the cool air seeping between them reminding then what was gone.
“I shouldn’t have done that.” Daniel’s voice was a whisper.
“Maybe we shouldn’t have. But that doesn’t mean I want it to stop.”
“I… I didn’t know you liked men.”
“What happened to Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell?” Jack’s grin was slightly crooked.
Daniel had the grace to look embarrassed. Jack pulled him forward until their jeans brushed again.
“Well, if you really want to know. I’ve had… relationships I guess. I’ve lived my life in the military, surrounded by men and deployed in the middle of nowhere for months and years at a time. Things happen.”
This time it was Daniel’s turn to smile. He started to stay something, then bit his lip. Jack look at him encouraging and he started again.
“I guess there’s a time and a place for everything. Mine was in college.” They both laughed softly and Jack cupped his hand under Daniel’s chin, tilting his head back so he could look the younger man in the eye as he ran his thumb along the strong jaw line.
“I’ve wanted you for a long time. Never thought I could have you, but I wanted it all the same.”
Daniel cut him off with another kiss. Hesitant at first, it soon deepened as they explored each other’s mouths. They broke apart when Jack shifted uncomfortably, the corner of the counter digging into his backside. Daniel grinned and helped his friend back into the living room, his smile broadening at Jack’s happy sigh as he sat down on the sofa.
“Can I get you a coffee or a beer or anything?”
“We’re out of beer.”
“No, I got more when I was at the store.”
“Good man. But right now there’s only one thing I want.” Jack winked lasciviously and pulled Daniel down onto the sofa beside him. Daniel laughed and swatted him on the shoulder.
“Tsk, men. Only one thing on your minds.”
“Well I guess you’d know.” Jack leered appreciatively. “Certainly if I’m going to get court martial’d I want to make it worth it.”
“They’ll have to catch us first. I can be the very soul of discretion.” Daniel looked so obscenely innocent Jack couldn’t help bursting into laughter.
“Oh shut up and come here.”
“That was some good steak.” Jack leant back on the couch and stretched. “I didn’t know you cooked.”
“Well, years of being an unemployable academic meant I watched a lot of daytime TV. Cooking shows are preferable to Days Of Our Lives.”
“Oh. Fair enough.”
“Sorry, I meant to say, I’ve watched you grill often enough, I learnt from the best.”
Jack threw a couch cushion at him.
Small talk and a beer or two took up the evening and suddenly it was time for bed. They hovered in the hallway saying goodnight.
“You could, err, I mean I’d like it if you, ahem, joined me. You know, if ahh, you want to.”
“I’d love to. I just need to brush my teeth.”
When Daniel returned Jack was already under the covers, so he turned out the light and climbed in the empty side. The covers were cool against his skin but he scooted over to the centre of the bed and then Jack’s warm arms were wrapped around him and they both drifted off to sleep.
Daniel woke early. He may have spent the last week at Jack’s, but this bedroom was unfamiliar. The spicy scent of Jack’s cologne and the soft, whistling snore was well-known from overnight missions but it had been a very long time since he’d woken entangled with another warm body. And a long time since he’d had to deal with the problem of hiding a morning hard-on.
“Well good morning.”
Daniel blinked, still not entirely awake. “Hey. How long have you been up?”
Jack snorted with laughter. “Umm, a while.” He gently pressed his body against Daniel’s to let the other man realize the full range of his statement.
“Mmmhmm.” Jack leaned over to kiss him good morning, then nuzzled into his shoulder and pressed a soft kiss to Daniel’s neck.
“Mmm indeed.” Part of Jack’s shoulder and back was visible from where the covers had slid back and Daniel ran his fingers over the warm skin, following it to where it disappeared into the blankets. They lay there in the half-light, sharing quiet touches as dawn broke and the world outside started to stir.
Daniel pushed Jack onto his back and pulled the covers down to reveal his bare chest, using his fingers and lips to trace muscle and freckles and the occasional scar. He pressed kisses to Jack’s throat, moving down to his chest, over the small, puckered nipples and down his stomach, fingers exploring every inch of flesh as he made his way further down towards the tented pajama pants. Jack squirmed, his breathing getting heavier as Daniel continues his ministrations.
“You’re testing my resolve Daniel.” Jack broke off with a groan as Daniel found a particularly tender spot along his ribs. “Don’t start anything you don’t intend to finish.”
Daniel raised his head and gave Jack a wolfish grin. “I know what I want, I’m just not quite sure yet what you want.”
“I want you.”
“That works out quite nicely then.” Daniel threw a leg over the other man, straddling his hips and gently grinding against him as he pulled his shirt over his head. Both shirtless now, he leant forward to kiss the older man. No gentle or tentative press of the lips this time, this kiss was hungry and passionate, even possessive as they poured years of pent-up sexual frustration into each touch of skin against hot skin, each buck of the hips and clutch of the fingers.
“Wait, wait.” Jack gulped air as Daniel pulled back, looking confused and slightly hurt. “You’ve got too many clothes on.” He hooked his thumbs through Daniel’s boxers and tugged, and Daniel kicked the fabric clear of the bed before reciprocating and removing Jack’s PJ pants.
This time Jack took the lead and pushed Daniel down into the rumpled sheets, his deft fingers committing every curve of muscle and inch of skin to memory, stroking across chest and stomach and hips and thighs until he finally reached for Daniel’s hard cock. The first whisper of pressure across the sensitive skin drew a whimper from Daniel’s throat and his hips jerked, trying to force Jack to provide more friction. Jack complied, squeezing gently and stroking the length of the shaft as he swiped his tongue over the sensitive head where it peeked through the foreskin. Daniel moaned encouragingly and Jack took him into his mouth, sucking gently and slowly taking in more and more of the throbbing flesh while his hands explored further, rolling Daniel’s balls in his palm, stroking the inside of his thighs and carefully tracing the soft skin of the perineum and the tight pucker of his anus.
Daniel thrust shallowly into Jack’s mouth, who took the hint and increased the speed of his stroking and suckled harder.
“Jack, watch out, I’m gonna…” Jack continued his efforts and Daniel’s breath hitched as his back arched and Jack swallowed as he came.
“Oh wow…. Sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry for. So, coffee?”
“What about you?” Daniel waved a hand in the general direction of Jack’s evident arousal.
“I’ve waited 5 years, what’s a little more time? I could never come between you and your caffeine addiction.” He winked.
“And if I don’t want to wait?” Daniel propped himself upright and drew Jack closer to him, running a teasing finger around the shell of his ear as he lowered his voice to a whisper. “What if I want to watch you come? What if I want you to fuck me right now?”
Jack closed his eyes and swallowed hard. “I… oh god yes.” Daniel had taken him in hand and a shudder ran through his body. “Lube’s in the nightstand.” He managed to gasp the words out.
The tube was retrieved and they quickly arranged themselves on the bed, Daniel on his back propped up on pillows and Jack kneeling between his legs, carefully starting with one slick finger and then two as Daniel murmured words of pleasure. Daniel’s encouragement soon turned to pleading and Jack ran a lubed hand over his hard-on before positioning himself at Daniel’s entrance and carefully pushing in, his breath catching at the feeling of engulfing heat. He paused to allow Daniel’s body time to adjust to the intrusion before pulling back and sinking in again, and then again. He may have been out of practice but the body never forgets and they soon set a rhythm, punctuated by gasps and moans as Jack did his best to hold on to one last shred of control. He couldn’t last much longer and Daniel urged him on, drinking in every nuance as Jack’s orgasm overcame him and he collapsed on top of his friend, his lover, and caught his breath.
“So you said something about coffee?”
Jack laughed shakily. “I did, but you’ll have to give me a minute. I’m not sure I can stand just yet.”
Daniel pressed a kiss to his forehead, memorizing the smell of sweat and sex.
“That’s okay. We have all the time in the world.”