I Thought He Was My Friend
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Stargate: SG-1 › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
Views:
7,403
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Stargate: SG1, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 8
The cabin was a good six hour drive. By now, everyone would have sounded the alarm, found the guard, found Daniel's clothes.
My car though was under a false name, the cabin under an old roommate's brother's name. I was long gone, dyed my hair, changed my eye color with contacts. I was invisible; no one knew it was me to begin with. Daniel kept that secret and now he's back with me, drugged, naked and bound in the trunk of my SUV.
There wasn't even a road that led up to the cabin. It was isolated, an old hunter's cabin with a diesel generator. Not another cabin for a good twenty miles, nearest town for supplies was an hour's drive. It was perfect. Daniel once described the Colonel's fishing cabin, the lake it was by. I found an exact copy. We could fuck by the docks, under the stars; me and my Daniel.
He was still out and will be for another four hours. The sedative was strong enough to take down a Goauld.
Daniel was heavy but I carried him in my arms. His head lolled against me, his genitals tucked flaccid between his legs.
He didn't move as I dropped him on the bed. He didn't react as I untied him, massaged his chafed wrists, then cuffed him spreadeagle across the king bed. Wrought iron. Big. I got it for us.
Daniel looked fuckable, spread out like a star, his long limbs stretched out taut, his head rolled to the side. He slept on as I smoothed my hands over him, fidgeting only a little when I took him into my mouth.
I scraped my teeth gently on the underside of his limp cock. I could feel it harden in my mouth and I sucked harder; harder than in the ICU. I sucked until it stood rigid and swollen against his firm stomach. I sucked until pre-cum beaded the tip. Then, I kept sucking until I milked every drop of cream from him.
Swallowing, I took a step back and admired my work. My pale, lean Daniel, splayed out before me. Alabaster against the dark quilt. He slept on as I sucked him dry two more times. He never even twitched as I rode his cock until it purpled from the effort.
Panting, I pulled back up my pants, sat down on the bed and waited for Daniel to wake it. It'll be dawn when he does. Perfect timing.
I was content to have my fill fondling, tasting, biting as the sun slowly rose. Daniel's body gave up and I couldn't get him to cum any more. So I sat there, my fly open, stroking myself as I watched him sleep.
And then, Daniel moaned just as the sun peeked through the window behind me.
Day one.
My car though was under a false name, the cabin under an old roommate's brother's name. I was long gone, dyed my hair, changed my eye color with contacts. I was invisible; no one knew it was me to begin with. Daniel kept that secret and now he's back with me, drugged, naked and bound in the trunk of my SUV.
There wasn't even a road that led up to the cabin. It was isolated, an old hunter's cabin with a diesel generator. Not another cabin for a good twenty miles, nearest town for supplies was an hour's drive. It was perfect. Daniel once described the Colonel's fishing cabin, the lake it was by. I found an exact copy. We could fuck by the docks, under the stars; me and my Daniel.
He was still out and will be for another four hours. The sedative was strong enough to take down a Goauld.
Daniel was heavy but I carried him in my arms. His head lolled against me, his genitals tucked flaccid between his legs.
He didn't move as I dropped him on the bed. He didn't react as I untied him, massaged his chafed wrists, then cuffed him spreadeagle across the king bed. Wrought iron. Big. I got it for us.
Daniel looked fuckable, spread out like a star, his long limbs stretched out taut, his head rolled to the side. He slept on as I smoothed my hands over him, fidgeting only a little when I took him into my mouth.
I scraped my teeth gently on the underside of his limp cock. I could feel it harden in my mouth and I sucked harder; harder than in the ICU. I sucked until it stood rigid and swollen against his firm stomach. I sucked until pre-cum beaded the tip. Then, I kept sucking until I milked every drop of cream from him.
Swallowing, I took a step back and admired my work. My pale, lean Daniel, splayed out before me. Alabaster against the dark quilt. He slept on as I sucked him dry two more times. He never even twitched as I rode his cock until it purpled from the effort.
Panting, I pulled back up my pants, sat down on the bed and waited for Daniel to wake it. It'll be dawn when he does. Perfect timing.
I was content to have my fill fondling, tasting, biting as the sun slowly rose. Daniel's body gave up and I couldn't get him to cum any more. So I sat there, my fly open, stroking myself as I watched him sleep.
And then, Daniel moaned just as the sun peeked through the window behind me.
Day one.