Bittersweet reality

AN – this has been in my mind forever and I finally sat down a wrote it

Summary – What if Jack had been visited by Daniel a few more times than we saw in the series… PWP that somehow grew a plot.

Rating NC17 or a very high R

Disclaimer – Don’t own, don’t sue

Bittersweet Reality

‘Holy fuck!’ Jack shot bolt upright in his seat, his hand hitting the table in unison with his words. Sam, Teal’c and the General stared at him. Jack winced, ‘Sorry Sir, nice… nice work Carter, inspiring, intriguing…’

‘I haven’t started yet Sir.’

‘Er… No of course not, I was just expressing my excitement regarding your upcoming presentation on…’ he hastily squinted at the report in front of him, ‘wormhole theory… again? I mean, oh yay… again…’

Teal’c was simply watching him with one eyebrow raised, George was watching him suspiciously and Sam was glaring. Sensing that they were waiting for something his waved his hand suddenly, ‘oh please carry on.’

‘Thank you, Sir.’ Oh she was pissed.

He could hear chuckles coming from underneath the table, ‘honestly Jack, you really should know better,’ a soft voice admonished.

‘Well excuse…’ Sam glared at him again and he lowered his voice, ‘excuse me if I’m not used to getting blow jobs under the table… literally!’

‘Yeah, yeah, keep your voice down Teal’c looking.’

Alarmed, Jack’s eyes flew to the Jaffa who was seemingly riveted in the presentation they’d all seen a thousand times before.

‘Liar.’ He accused, careful to speak under his breath. He had to swallow down a moan at the sound of the next words that drifted to his ears though.

‘And anyway, you’re not getting a blow job… not yet anyway and if you think me having my face in your lap counts as one then you really need educating, which I will be more than happy to do of course.’ Although Jack’s eyes couldn’t see the image his mind supplied it with one he’d seen many times before, the image of deep blue eyes shining with mirth and mischief. A light, happy look he’d never wanted to wipe away.

Reaching a hand under the table he fastened his hand in silky strands of honey brown hair as his mind fought to keep the illusion even though he couldn’t see it. Of course this also served to hold the head in place and, as a direct consequence, the mouth that was going to be doing all sorts of dirty, hot things to his cock.

It would seem he’d made his point and luckily the sound his descending zipper made was covered by the sounds of the presentation that everyone else’s attention was directed at.

All the same he still fought a gasp as he felt the cool air of the briefing room hit his already hard cock.

‘Hmm…’ he heard a low voice purr and gritted his teeth, gods the things that voice did to him, ‘is this for me? You’re so hard already, so turned on because of a blow job in the briefing room, didn’t know you were such an exhibitionist Jack…’

He could feel warm breath ghosting over his erection and he breathed deeply, years of training being the only thing keeping his composure in place as he heard a voice murmur low enough that he would be the only one who heard, no matter if he knew that the words could be shouted and no one could hear this but him that tone still seemed to make the act all the more erotic.

‘Want me to suck you?’ His breath hitched, ‘Want me to wrap my lips round your cock? Want me to make you beg? Want me to beg? To beg you to stick your long, hard dick deep down my throat. Want me to moan around your cock, to take you deep, to run my tongue over you, to wrap it around your head, to hold still so you can fuck my mouth deep? Want me to lap up the pre-come, to suck you hard until you come, to swallow down all your come as you release it into my mouth?’ The voice trailed off there and the voice repeated the initial question.

‘Want me to suck you?’

Knowing that if he said anything out loud someone would hear him Jack improvised desperately, moving his hand almost clumsily, overwhelmed with lust to tap out one word in Morse code on one smooth cheek.

‘Please.’

There was a chuckle and then three little words, ‘as you wish.’

Somehow the fact that he was forced to look ahead and maintain a fairly neutral expression only served to heighten the experience as he felt seasoned, hot, wet lips wrap round the head of his cock, the man dropping his head, taking him in deeper, his fist clenched in thick hair as he felt his cock hit the back of a velvety throat and then his lover pull back until he reached the head, running his tongue over it, caressing and tonguing the slit, savouring the familiar flavour and allowing the taste of the beads of pre-come to spread out over his tongue.’

‘Gods yes!’ He couldn’t help the gasp but looking round, enough sense for that even in the height off arousal, proved he had gotten luck… this time.

His lover seemed to like it though if the moans of pleasure that were sending vibrations along his cock and making his shudder with arousal were anything to go by…

‘You have to be the sexiest thing I have ever seen,’ he heard the groan, ‘and that noise you make, that little moaning noise has to be the hottest thing I have ever heard. Gods I love you.’

The were no more words though as that magical tongue traced the pattern of veins on the underside of his cock, gently running his teeth over the sensitive skin before pulling back till just the head of his cock was in his lover’s mouth and beginning to suck so hard he thought his brains might be being sucked out.

Brains fried he tapped out one last word, the meaning of which had completely overcome his senses right then.

‘Need.’

‘Yes,’ a breathy moan, as the head pulled back for just a moment, ‘come for me Jack.’

And then he was obeying the order senselessly, body bucking even as he fought to hold it still, even as his hips were held firmly in place with a strength that surprised him even though it shouldn’t, fighting to keep his screams in though he couldn’t prevent his face tensing and his eyes sliding shut, head falling back…

‘Love you Danny,’ he gasped, no longer caring who heard, he hadn’t said that before, now it seemed the most important thing in the world.

There was no response and after opening his eyes and looking round cautiously he realised that he was in his favourite chair in his den, not in the briefing room, and that he wasn’t dressed in BDUs but rather a t-shirt and jeans, which were done up. There was no scent of sex and no sign that anyone else had been there, he was completely alone.

‘I love you.’ He repeated softly, desperately, but there was still no reply, not even a phantom press of lips to his.

And right there, in the privacy of his home, Jack O’Neill let his head fall into his hands, as he wept for best friend he had lost and the words he had never said.


‘Daniel!’

The young man jumped at the harsh tone but even as he turned rapidly to face his mentor he still did not cease his actions, nor change his position.

‘Hey.’ He muttered in response.

Oma pursed her lips, ‘this isn’t healthy you know.’ She admonished him gently. ‘I know you miss him but this isn’t helping either of you.’

‘I know,’ Daniel’s fingers didn’t stop running through the silver-grey strands of Jack’s hair, despite knowing that Jack wouldn’t have been able to feel him, even if he’d been awake.

‘You don’t belong here anymore, now come on.’

She disappeared quickly and Daniel knew that he only had moments before she’d be back to get him.

Gently tracing a too-pronounced cheekbone with his fingers he dropped a ghost kiss on the frown-creased forehead.

‘I love you too Jack,’ he whispered, ‘and I’ll come back to you, I don’t know how yet and I don’t know when but I promise I’ll be back for you. I’ll never leave you, I promise.’

One last kiss was dropped, on lips he’d never had the chance to kiss this time and then Daniel was straightening, the human form he always took when watching over his friends melting into a glowing mass.

His face remained though and he stayed only to whisper two last words before he disappeared, ‘sweet dreams.’

And slowly a smile spread over Jack’s face, the frown lessening, making him look younger as he clutched the pillow he was wrapped round tighter murmuring one word under his breath, ‘Daniel.’

Fin

AN – Well, how was that, first JD fic ever…