Pairing: Read and See! It’s Slash btw (geeee what a shoooock)
Category: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Tangent, Season 4

Disclaimer: lalala, if they belonged to me, there would be graphic pictures with this fic, but unfortunately for us, MGM, Gekko Productions (etc, the list is long) are not as perverted as we all are. (gah!). ooh and I’m not making any money out of this, or else I wouldn’t be stuck on this f3wi. Ha!

Summary: Um. Fishing. And sex. Haha.
Warnings: Soft bondage

Daniel’s Office
Cheyenne Mountain

“So Daniel, wanna go fishing?” Jack asks nonchalantly as he enters Daniel’s office. Big blue surprised eyes stare back at him.

“What?” Jack asks defensively.

Daniel closes the door and checks if the camera is off. 

“Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?” Daniel asks, wanting to make sure he’s heard Jack right.

“I’m dead serious. I need to get away anyway after being stranded in space on a death glider, I need some sort of normality back in my life. So, coming or not?”

“You won’t mind?”

“Oh for crying loud Daniel, I wouldn’t be here convincing you if I minded, would I?”

Daniel sighs and says: “Ok, at what time do we leave?”

“In two hours, at my place?” Jack waits for Daniel to nod in agreement and then opens the door, almost bumping into Major Davis on his way out.

“Colonel, glad to have you back” 

Jack just smiles smugly and goes on to the elevator. He has a trip to plan.

Jack’s Cabin
Minnesota 

“Daniel?”

“Mmm?” I mumble as I put my glasses down on the nightstand. 

“We can’t make much noise, can we?”

“Yes, we can, as much noise as we want to,” I answer with a lecherous grin. And that’s what I plan to do. We’re in Jack’s cabin, far from civilisation (except if you count the fish that Jack insists are in the lake as civilisation, hey I’m an archaeologist –among other things- so sue me!), far from the Stargate and work and more importantly, far from any bigotry. 

I pin him to the wall, grab his head and press my lips against his into a bruising, passionate kiss. He moans as my lips part his, he sucks on my tongue and then lets both our tongues clash and take care of each other. When we break up for air, I lick his lips and gently bite into them. His hands reach under my sweater, and start teasing my nipples but I stop him. 

“Uh uh. I get to play today,” I tell him as I look into his dilated eyes. I yank his shirt off, grab his wrists and press them above his head on the wall and start dropping kisses all over his chest, making him gasp in anticipation. 

“Look at those nipples, they’re begging for attention” I whisper into his ear and then, I give the said nipples the attention they obviously need.

“Damn it Daniel, it hurts!”

Ever heard of pain for pleasure? I ignore his outburst and bite into his other nipple, he loves it really, but I stop here, and give both nipples gentle soothing licks, making their owner moan and quiver.

“Are you going to tie me up?” he asks impatiently.

That’s one of the other things he loves. Who am I to judge? We have brought our um, typing materials with us, just in case. I look at the bed to check if it’s possible and say:

“Wait and see.” I have other plans first. I release his wrists, drop to my knees, tease his belly button a bit on the way down and then undo the fly of his jeans. He’s not wearing any underwear so I press his jeans down to his ankles, and take his already erect cock in my right hand, pumping it slowly. My other hand finds his balls and I fondle them with expert fingers – I’m an archaeologist, did I say?

“Daniel, please baby…” He’s panting and his hands are pressed against the back of my head, urging me to take him into my mouth. I like to tease – who doesn’t? – and he knows it. I lick the head of his cock, taste his pre-cum, and then move on to lick his balls enjoying the sounds he’s making. I hear him gasp when I take one of his balls into my mouth, sucking on it gently again, then abandoning it to (peacefully) explore lower. 

“Daniel, what the hell are you doing down th-” He suddenly loses his ability to speak, I want to grin but right now, my face is busy doing more important things. Like admiring what it can see of my lover’s ass. My tongue is out of my mouth, licking the skin around his anus, making him shudder with want. I tease some more and then my hands part his ass cheeks further and my tongue touches his anus, licking at first, and then pushing in gently. He howls with pleasure, and my tongue moves in and out, until I hear him say “Daniel, pleeeease” in between two uncontrollable gasps. 

I pull back and take his cock into my mouth, sucking on it gently, little by little. One of my fingers is matching the movements of my mouth in his asshole, pushing in slowly, not wanting to set him off this soon. He starts thrusting into my mouth and I let him and concentrate on pushing in two fingers into his anus. 

“Oh god yes,” he breathes after some time and I take this as a warning that he’s about to come. My fingers find his prostrate and he does indeed come with a cry, pouring his semen down my throat. He lets himself slide down on the floor and I kiss him. He loves this too – tasting his own come in my mouth. He doesn’t want to let go so we hold onto each other for some time. 

Then I get up and look for the lube and the ties while he gets rid of his jeans and lies down, his back on the bed. I bind his hands and tie them up to the top of the bed. I get naked, then I kiss him again, and nibble on his ears, making him gasp, I kiss his throat and his neck, then move right down to his semi-erect penis. 

“Daniel, fuck!” he says as I lick his still sensitive penis.

“In a minute” I reply, abandoning his penis to look for the tube of lube. He watches my hands work up and down my penis as I lube myself, and tugs on the ties holding him. He wants to touch me, it’s instinctive, but he’s almost forgotten he’s tied to the bed. 

“Crap” he says, when he realises that he’s tied – at his own request. 

I almost grin, it happens every time, but I guess his brains, our brains, are in the same state of lust as we are. I stretch his anus some more with my now lubed fingers, and he pushes down on them impatiently.

I position myself, lift his legs and push my penis in, slowly, so as not to hurt him. Then I begin to thrust and he bucks his hips to meet each of my thrusts. We’re both moaning and panting now, I move in and out harder and faster, feeling the sweat trickle down my body. He’s tugging his ties again, he desperately needs to touch himself, but he obviously can’t. I take his penis in my hand and starts pumping him, while my own penis finds his prostrate and hits it time and again. He comes screaming a mixture of “yeeees” and “oh god Daniel” so I relax my thrusting a bit and bend down to kiss him. I’m near the edge too now and feeling the orgasm rip through me, I leave his lips and bite into his shoulder, making him groan, but preventing myself from screaming my head off. 

I fall down on top of him, my body shaking with pleasure. He waits until I stop shaking and then says “Daniel, untie me please”. I do as he asks and the second he’s free, he pins me to the bed and rains kisses on my body, licking my nipples, my thighs and my navel. He wants to do more, but we’re both tired and need sleep. I smile at him and say “You can have fun when we wake up.” He gets a cloth and cleans our chests, and then we snuggle up and fall asleep within seconds of each other. 

Jack’s Cabin 
Minnesota

Jack’s discman is playing at full blast. Just what I needed, he thinks sarcastically, shot knees, grey hair and now I’m going to go deaf. And what’s this shit anyway? He has gone to a famous music store in the Springs and asked for some loud music and they have given Slipknot and a couple other CD’s. The covers were scary enough but he knew he did not have a choice. No wonder I’m not catching any fish, the music, whatever little of it they are hearing, must be scaring them off.

A hand taps his shoulder and he turns around to see Daniel. He puts his fishing rod down, gets rid of his head phones – oh yes - and turns the discman off.

“Slipknot?” Daniel asks eyeing the CD cover, amused “I did not know you listened to that type of music Jack." 

“Well either that or you know” Jack answers casually, waving his hand in the direction of the cabin.

Daniel sighs. “Jaaack, you said it would not bother you.”

“It doesn’t! I don’t mind you being here with him, I meant what I say Daniel. You both need to be careful and my cabin is in a remote area, no one will come snooping, you’re both safe here.”

“Yeah, who would believe that the straight as a stick Air Force Colonel would be helping two gay men out anyway, huh?”

“You’re my friend Daniel, never forget that” 

Daniel nods and they remain silent for a few seconds.

“And what are you going to do tonight Jack?” 

“What are you offering?” Jack answers with a grin.

Daniel smiles back and says: “Nothing that you would want Jack.”

“Ya think?”

“Jaaack, stop interrupting me! We’ll try not to make a lot of noise but we’re in the wild here and -”

“Do whatever you want Daniel, scream, cry, sleep, whatever, sing, will ya? Forget I’m here.”

“Thanks I guess. Have fun with the fish Jack, I have to go back, Paul’s probably up by now.”

“Yeahsureyoubetcha,” Jack answers with a knowing smile and puts his discman on again. Whatever those Slipknot guys are saying, it’s definitely more sane than hearing your best friend and his lover screaming their heads off with pleasure. 

Daniel rolls his eyes at Jack’s last remark and walks back to the cabin a smile playing on his face. Back home, everyone is probably thinking that Daniel is having the most boring downtime of his life; having to keep Jack company and fish at the same time. Truth is, he’s having the time of his life, and he can be with Paul for one whole weekend without the constant fear of the NID or whoever else bursting in on them, even if they’re not alone. But the thought of his best friend reassures Daniel more than anything else. Jack’s right, they’re safe here, even if they’ll be having sex while Jack is fishing with some awful music on right next to them. 

“What’s so funny?” Paul asks when Daniel comes into the room chuckling.

“I was just thinking…sometimes truth really is stranger than fishing.” 

Paul looks at Daniel suspiciously but lets the matter drop. Never argue with a linguist, someone told him once. He does not have much choice anyway, not with Daniel’s lips meeting his into a passionate kiss, which he knows won’t stop there.