Rating: NC-17
Category: Slash
Pairing: Daniel/Paul
Completed: September 1, 2003

Dr. Daniel Jackson rolled over, groaning. He just couldn't get comfortable in the small berth.

OK, so it had been his idea to take the jaunt to Chicago. And, OK, yes, it had been his idea to take the train instead of flying. But hey! At least it had also been his idea to get the "deluxe sleeper." If only the bed was a little bigger. He sighed and shifted again.

An arm reached over and landed on his chest, holding him down.

"Daniel! Stop. Squirming."

The archaeologist squinted into the darkness, trying to make out Major Paul Davis' face. He sounded annoyed.

"Sorry Paul. Just can't get comfortable."

It was Paul's turn to sigh. 

"Would you like me to move to the upper bunk?" Paul's military ID clinked as he raised himself up on one arm, the tags glinting as the moonlight caught them.

"No! No ... I ... " Daniel hesitated, toying with the tags. "I like feeling you next to me, having you beside me ... I'm just not ... completely used to it ... yet."

The two had only recently given in to their long-standing attraction. Paul had been transferred to the SGC in a more permanent position, a sort of liaison between their new alien allies and the U.S. government. Daniel had offered him space in his apartment until he could find a place of his own ... and things had progressed from there.

Paul glanced down at the squinting archaeologist and moved his face closer. 

"Good, because I'm not going anywhere." He dropped a light kiss on Daniel's furrowed brow, then moved to place one his nose and then his cheek. At Daniel's quiet sigh, Paul shifted and started suckling on the other man's ear. Daniel's sighs quickly became moans as the Air Force major's hands started roaming his body.

The size of the berth didn't seem all that important, all of a sudden.

The two men took in the scenery racing past as they ate a leisurely breakfast

"Ya know the thing I like best about trains?" Daniel asked between bites of soft-boiled egg. "They are so urbane."

"Urbane? What do you mean?"

"Well, I mean, look at us. On a flight there isn't a breakfast, at least not like this," he replied, gesturing to the food-laden table. "There's no sitting down in an observation car, chatting with your fellow travelers. This ..." -- his gesture grew to include the rest of the dining car -- "... this is sophistication."

Paul smiled at his lover.

"Sophisticated, huh? Well Mr. High Society, I hate to tell you, but you just spilled egg yolk on your shirt."

"What?!" Daniel stared at his chest. Sure enough the pristine white had been tainted by the morning's breakfast choice. "Damn, there isn't enough time to change before we pull into the station." He dipped his napkin into his water glass and wiped at the offending spot, succeeding only in spreading the mess.

Paul reached across the table, stopping him.

"You're making it worse, Daniel. You can wear my jacket until we get to the hotel, and we'll deal with it there."

Daniel continued to stare at the splotches all over his shirt.

"Damn, this was one of my favorites," he paused, and then glanced at Paul hopefully. "Maybe egg yolk doesn't stain?"

Paul shrugged, trying not to grin at the wet and stained doctor.

"Dunno. Guess we'll find out soon enough." He pointed to an attendant walking down the aisle, alerting passengers that they were about to come into the station.

About 45 minutes later, Daniel and Paul were booked into their room at the luxury Swissotel Chicago. As Paul tipped the bellhop, Daniel slipped into the bathroom.

Paul glanced around the suite with satisfaction. They had talked about booking a room in something more "homey", but Paul had convinced Daniel that the spa massage alone was worth the price of the room.

Speaking of ... 

"Daniel?" Paul followed the sound of running water.

He found the errant archaeologist stripped to the waist, his arms submerged halfway in a sinkful of water.

"Daniel?"

"This damned egg won't come out!" He scrubbed harder at the offending spots on the shirt, splashing water onto his chest and getting the front of his trousers soaked.

Paul sighed. 

"Now look what you've done." He stilled the other man's hand, trying not to get himself too wet in the process. "Daniel, this is a five-star hotel. They have a cleaning service, you know."

"Wha? I know, I know ... I just ... " Daniel threw the shirt back into the sink, disgusted. More soapy water splashed onto his chest. "It is .... was  ... one of my favorites."

Paul stared. The water and soap were slowing gliding down Daniel's chest, leaving a glistening trail of moisture behind. One errant drop carved a course down the doctor's left pectoral muscle, then stopped, glinting, on his nipple.

It did Paul in. He pushed Daniel away from the sink, forcing him against the wall. He dropped his head and licked the single drop of water from his nipple.

Daniel shivered, both from Paul's sudden actions and from the delightful feeling his tongue produced.

"Paul  ..."

The major smiled dangerously at Daniel, a gleam in his eyes.

"You're all wet Daniel." His hands ran up the other man's chest, then back down, fingers dipping below the waistband of his pants, tugging at the closure.

"So are you."

"No, I am n ..." 

Paul was about to correct him when Daniel pushed the major backwards toward the sink. As his thighs hit the porcelain, Paul's arms went out, seeking balance. Daniel kept pressing, their lower bodies now crushed together. He reached his hands under Paul's arms, dipped them into the water and brought a wave up against the man's back.

"Yes, you are."

Overbalanced, Paul threw his arms around Daniel, and the two toppled against the sink. Water and soap suds flew from the basin.

Now thoroughly soaked, they stared at each other. Daniel started to nibble on Paul's neck.

"Shower or jacuzzi tub?" 

Paul knew instantly that he wanted to see more water running over the naked body of his lover, wanted to follow its courses over Daniel's skin, wanted to see him wet all over.

"Shower," he growled.

Clothing was quickly stripped and discarded. Paul stepped into the large shower stall and turned the taps on. 

"Make it warm ... very warm," Daniel's voice was low and sultry as he wrapped his arms around the other man from behind. He kissed the top of Paul's spine, tongue wrapping itself around the chain to his dogtags. It tasted of salt and metal and something indefinably Paul.

Paul braced himself under the cascade as Daniel continued to trace the path of the chain with his tongue, his hips grinding oh-so-gently against Paul's buttocks. The archaeologist's hands seemed to have a mind of their own. One went up to Paul's neck, stilling as it reached his windpipe, caressing that sensitive area. The other searched lower, started stroking Paul's hard length.

Paul groaned and closed his eyes, tilting his head back onto Daniel's shoulder. The water, Daniel's tongue -- which was now chasing streams across his cheek -- and Daniel's hands ... God! Daniel's talented hands -- were sending his senses into overload.

Daniel grinned against his cheekbone.

"Like that do you?"

Paul's only reply was to shiver, despite the warm water.

Daniel's grin grew possessive as he dropped his mouth onto Paul's shoulder, sucking at the flesh. He let one hand roam Paul's body, gliding over the wet skin, just barely touching, while the other stroked his shaft a little faster, a little harder. He found he couldn't control his hips, and they began grinding in rhythm against Paul.

Paul moaned again, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

Daniel could tell the man was close so he wrapped his arm around Paul's waist for support, his fingers gently kneading.

Paul gasped Daniel's name. 

"Dear God, Daniel, I ... I ... " Then he stiffened, back arching, and came. Daniel continued to stroke him until he was spent. Paul sagged, his knees weak, his pulse racing. 

“Mmm  … yes, I guess you did like that,” Daniel whispered huskily into Paul’s ear. The major smiled luxuriously, reached behind him and wrapped his arms around Daniel’s head.

“Oh … yeah, yeah, I did.” He grinned. “But we do have some unfinished business, Dr. Jackson.”

Daniel lifted his head from Paul’s shoulder, a quizzical look on his face. Paul slowly turned around, stepping back slightly and letting the water wash down Daniel. It streamed from his hair, down his face, dripping off his chin. It caressed his shoulders, highlighted the muscles of his arms, coursed down his chest before wrapping itself lovingly around his thighs.

“You look like some sort of Greek god, Daniel.” 

“Zeus? Apollo? Poseidon? Thanatos?”

“Daniel?” Paul waited until he had the other man’s full attention. “Shut up.”

He removed the distance between them, kissing Daniel thoroughly. He moved to Daniel’s neck, nibbling his way down his chest. Paul lavished attention on the other man’s nipples, suckling and biting until Daniel started to groan. He smiled against his chest. One of the things he liked best about Daniel was learning where all of his most sensitive spots were.

Speaking of …

Paul gently pushed Daniel further back in the shower stall and dropped slowly to his knees, sliding his hands along Daniel’s wet body as he went.

“Paul? What are you … Oh! Oh, well … that … that’s … fine … ”

Paul dug his fingers into Daniel’s ass as he ran his tongue up and down his hard length, then sucked the tip into his mouth.

The sensation of having Paul’s mouth surround him forced Daniel to seek support from the shower walls. He threw his hands against opposite walls, pressed his back against the door.

Paul tried not to smirk. He moved slowly up and down, up and down, Daniel’s shaft. Daniel responded, his hips pulsing of their own volition. Paul quickened his speed, twirling his tongue in random patterns as he continued to suck and stroke. His fingers, trapped between Daniel and the shower glass, sank further into Daniel’s ass, guiding but not forcing Daniel’s hips.

The archaeologist’s breath started to come in shorter and shorter gasps; his hips began to lose their rhythm. He released a hand from the wall and dropped it to the top of Paul’s head, fingers tangling in the wet hair.

“So close, so close, so …” he chanted in a whisper, eyes closed, head titled back.

Paul increased friction by sucking just a little harder.

Daniel’s soft chant turned into a yell.

“Oh my … GOD!”

Paul didn’t stop until he knew Daniel was finished. Slowly he stood, kissing various body parts as they went past, then grabbing the back of Daniel’s head and pulling him into a passionate kiss.

“You are amazing, Daniel.”

The other man grinned.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

They continued grinning dopily at each other until Paul began to shiver.

“Er … the water’s gone a bit cold, Daniel. I think maybe it’s time to get out of here.”

“Cold huh? Well I happen to know where there’s a great bed with lots of nice, comfy blankets.” He reached behind the major, shut off the taps and grabbed his hand.

… they never did see much of the city.