I call this one Whisky

AN: I know the disclaimer and stuff is all on the top but it feels empty without one here as well. so,I don't own anything I'm talking about (not even the alchohol because frankly, I don't like the taste of it.) and the actors are so not gay, even when I wish they were. err... enjoy the fic! this new layout (haven't been on Aff in years... not since the new owners just started taking over) is a bit hard to figure out.

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"I can't believe you finally retired Jack," Daniel said sitting on the couch that would soon be theirs, "Now we don't have to hide anymore."

"That's the reason I retired," Jack said with a smile setting a brown paper bag down on the table, "They can't arrest you for being gay, they could me."

Danny frowned leaning into Jack when he sat down, "I don't like the idea that you quit a job you liked just because you wanted to live with me."

"I didn't, being a general was boring, no more off world missions or anything, I didn't like it," Jack said wrapping his arms around Daniel as he leaned into him, "It gave me all the more incentive to quit so I could be with the person I love."

"I love you to Jack," Danny said with a grin looking at the table, "So what's in the bag?"

"I got us something to celebrate with," Jack said with a smile, reaching for the bag and taking out a black labeled bottle.

"Whisky?" Danny asked frowning at the bottle, "I'm not much of a whisky person Jack."

"It's not just whisky," Jack said looking at the label, "it's our whisky."

Danny looked at the label. The bottle was of Jack Daniel's, but Jack had edited the label, drawing a & sign in-between Jack and Daniel's with a white out pen, "Cute."

"I thought so," Jack said with a smile, "It's like it was made for us."

"Jack Daniel's existed long before we did Jack," Daniel said with a smile, "so what are you planning on doing with the bottle?"

"I was planning on drinking it, with you." Jack said with a smile, "How do you like yours?"

Daniel smiled looking up at Jack, "I don't really care, so long as I get to drink it with you."

Jack smiled and gently pushed at Daniel reaching in the bag and pulling out 2 Jack Daniel’s shot glasses, "I'd hoped you'd say that."

"You're not going to start decorating the house with this stuff are you?" Daniel asked looking at the shot glasses.

"Nah, just one room," Jack said with a grin, pouring out the shots then handing one to Daniel, "To us."

Daniel smiled and accepted the shot, "May we live happily together."

Jack smiled and they clinked their glasses together and drank the shots. Jack refilled their glasses as soon as they were drained.

"If I didn't know better Jack I would say you're trying to get me drunk," Daniel said taking the glass again.

"Of course I am, that's the purpose of Whisky," Jack said with a smirk, drinking his shot and watching Daniel follow suit.

Daniel looked at his shot glass then at Jack, "you know... considering your higher tolerance for this stuff, I think you should drink twice as much as me."

"Who said I was going to get drunk with you?" Jack said with a smirk.

"I did," Danny said simply pouring Jack a shot but not taking one for himself, "I refuse to get drunk alone."

Jack smiled and downed the shot, "I think you're already partly there Danny-boy."

“A couple of shots of good whisky tends to do that to a person.” Danny said simply pouring two glasses this time, his hand already shaky, handing the golden liquid to his lover and examining his own glass, “Did you ever wonder what the historical significance to getting drunk is?”

“Shut up and drink Danny,” Jack said, taking the last shot, and once Danny was done with his last shot, taking the glass out of the other man’s hand and moving in close, pressing a whisky flavored kiss to his lover’s lips.

Danny moaned slightly, he always loved the feel of Jack’s lips against his own, and his hands reached immediately for Jack’s shirt, wanting to divest his lover of the fabric that kept their skin apart.

Jack readily complied with his lover’s unspoken requests, hands reaching to remove his own shirt, then drunkenly fumbling with his love’s buttons, eventually Danny got rid on them himself, His hands then reaching out to stroke his love’s chest. “God Jack… I need you!” he moaned, hips pressing against his lover’s own, showing Jack the hardness within his own pants before reaching to reveal it fully, his hands fumbling with both of their pants, but eventually getting rid of the front of them, so that their erect members could touch.

As soon as their erections were revealed, Jack reached between them, taking the lengths in his hand and stroking them together. They were a little to out of it to remember the details of their encounter, but soon, they were a happy panting mess and passed out against each other.

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The next morning, Danny woke, still pinned under Jack, with a pounding in his head and someone at the door. "Jack... I think there's someone at the door." Danny said pushing lightly at his lover so he could get up.

"Ignore them and they'll go away." Jack grumbled in Danny's ear, snuggling tighter against the other man.

"It's good to finially get to cuddle." Danny decided, snuggling against Jack.

"Yeah it is. Now can we go back to sleep?" Jack asked, giving Danny one last kiss before they both drifted off again.

End