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fanfic post (part 2/2)
Title: One Day I’ll Fly Away and Vanish
By: Minx
Pairings: Jack/Daniel
Spoilers: Mild through Beachhead (Season 9)
Notes: The title is from an icon of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
paian's, we were talking about that it might mean that Jack and Daniel when apart were somehow less grounded, that they needed each other and without that faith, they were likely to lose themselves. Thanks to Sid, again, for funny insta-beta and wraith816 for arguing about apostrophes and sentence flow. Also thanks to delphia2000 for once again marvelous beta love, and rydra_wong for (amazingly synergistic) beta comments as well. All other mistakes are mine until you tell me about them and they are fixed.
Word count: ~6170 total
Part 1/2 is here.
****
Jack wrote:
I’ve realized that I would make a terrible housewife or military wife, or wife of any kind. Putting aside the fact I really can’t cook anything but meat on a grill (Don’t say it. That steak was totally edible,) I am not good at being left behind. Have been known to carry a grudge about that. And I’m totally irrational now I can’t threat assess and have to rely on C. to get you home, when I’m hearing things like ‘under fire’ and ‘failed to report in’ and each time I imagine the worst possible scenarios and when you come home, whole or broken, I’m pissed as hell at C. for not giving me more information so I don’t have a heart attack.
Do you know what it’s like to hear danger, know it’s someone you care about in the shit, and look around to automatically threat assess and see only concrete walls? I’m starting to hate the sight of the gate. Never thought that would happen.
And:
There are perks to a desk job, though. I haven’t set foot in the infirmary except to visit, not for a checkup, pre- or post-mission clearances, knee surgeries or even arthritis questions. Makes me feel not-quite-so old, if you want to know. I thought flying a desk would make me feel like a geezer; turns out, I feel comfortable. And I’ll deny that vehemently if you repeat it. And, I haven’t missed a single episode of the Simpsons since I made General. If that isn’t a perk, I don’t know what is.
And:
I wonder sometimes if H. knows. That would be bad, if so. It would mean we’re leaving a trail of breadcrumbs from the mountain to our bedrooms. I know you would rather be open and happy with our friends, and there is a part of me that wants H’s blessing, I have to admit. I’m old fashioned sometimes. There was a way H. offered me the D.C. job, like he knew that this time maybe I could actually stay retired, that it would be worth it; but there’s something about looking him in the eye and taking retirement, because he should have retired himself years ago, and I feel like he really deserves it more. It shouldn’t be me helping him get there, it really shouldn’t, but for some reason he likes me, and he thinks I can do this job. I’m likely to do a damn sight better job of helping him than filling in for him, though, that’s for sure. I’m finding once again that there may be a reason for the military’s regulatory madness; it’s very hard to send people you know too well out into the unknown. It should be someone else sending you out there. That way, I can be furious with them when I hear you’ve been injured, instead of C. or instead of eating away my stomach lining with guilt about it. And I haven’t left the program, and I’m not out of the loop. I’ll still have clearance to come to you, if you need me.
I realize it would be easier if I could deal with this and be the brilliant base commander somebody out there must have (wrongly) believed I could have been, leave work at work and come home to you and be happy, but it’s not working out that way. I’m not detached enough at work and I’m taking my work home. What can I say? I’m not Superman, but then, I’m pretty sure my kid was the only one who ever thought I was. You’ve known all about my flaws since day one, haven’t you? It’s a wonder you’re with me, really. I hope you still are.
****
Daniel dug through his pile of translations and back log of projects that had been transferred back to him and piling up after he missed the Daedalus departure for Atlantis. There was one, a low priority translation of an old text held in the Smithsonian, that Daniel had been holding in reserve as a good first project for someone. Suddenly, it got top priority, and he needed, needed to see the original papers, and needed several days in Washington. Mitchell was cute about it, standing SG-1 down rather than ship out without Daniel. He appreciated it even as his thoughts flew ahead of him to D.C.
He honestly did spend his first day in the museum. The papers were amazing and the samples he got would allow the SGC to run the tests no one else would think to run, but he finished the translation on the plane ride over, and only double-checked his work in the presence of the actual document.
Then Hammond called. “Dr. Jackson, I presume.”
“Hello, General.”
“I heard you were in town, is that correct?”
“Ah, yes. Yes, arrived last night late.” Daniel was still flipping through some papers on the work space they’d given him in the basement of the Smithsonian.
“Well, then, I hope it’s a good trip for you. If you get a chance, it would be nice to get together for supper, catch up on old times.”
“That would be nice, General,” Daniel said distractedly, “but, ah, I do need to look up Jack first.”
“That’s actually why I’m calling,” George began.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, Son, calm down. I merely meant to remind you that here in Washington, unlike at the SGC, 5 p.m. signals the end of the day, and if Jack isn’t there with you, then he should already be home by now.”
“Um. Thanks. Thank you. I’ll, uh, I’ll be sure and stop by, er, give him a call or something.” Daniel was absolutely at a loss for Hammond so easily reporting Jack’s whereabouts to him. “He knows I’m coming?”
“He knows you’re in Washington, Son, same way I did.” This meant a memo from the SGC detailing a request for a flight and expenditures, but not a personal communication.
“I’m going now, General.”
“I’m glad to hear it. Call if you have time later this week.”
“Yes, I will. And thank you, sir.”
“No problem, Son. Watch out for traffic on DuPont Circle, this time of day.”
“Right.”
“If you’d prefer, I can have a car there in 10 minutes.”
“Really?” He could almost hear Hammond smiling at him through the phone. “Thanks. They picked me up from the hotel this morning.”
“I figured as much. The car will be waiting hopefully by the time you get packed up.”
“Thanks, General.”
“Be safe, Son.” And the implications of that were just not worth pursuing.
****
The driver Hammond picked was a guy who had often driven Jack home, and therefore knew it was easier to swing around from the back, and pull over on a side street to let Daniel out with his various bags, books and paraphernalia. Jack didn’t see him enter the building as a result, even though he was out on his balcony and had a strategic view of the main entrance. Not that he would have admitted watching, but he was. From his posture slumped over the railing, he couldn’t have been looking at anything higher than the mailbox on the curb below him.
The banging on the door, and preceding thumps of bags hitting the carpet in the hallway, were, as a result, surprises. And he still didn’t quite dare to expect that Daniel would be outside the door.
He greeted the driver, who’d helped Daniel with his bags, in a daze. Couldn’t remember anything of what Daniel said or how they got those bags in the door until he finally asked, “Daniel, did you bring the entire museum with you?”
“Jack, it’s just one suitcase of books. I thought I might as well give the appearance of working.”
“You didn’t use them? Daniel, are you taking advantage of Uncle Sam?”
“No, nor Aunt Sam. Not really. I finished the work today before Hammond called.”
“Hammond, eh?”
“Yup, he sends his compliments, and his blessing, by the way.” And with that, Daniel dropped his jacket, closed the two steps distance between them, took Jack’s head in both hands and kissed him. Soundly and passionately, knocking Jack off his equilibrium in the process and leaning him, mostly gently, against the hallway wall. It took Jack less than a second to respond and kiss back, easing his leg in between Daniel’s and finally turning so that Daniel was pressed up against the wall and Jack was pressed firmly up against him.
Jack’s jacket was open; Daniel pushed it off his shoulders. Jack had absolutely no idea what Daniel was wearing or how to get it off him, and ultimately had to let Daniel up from the wall to strip off his sweater and shirt. They left them in the hallway along with Jack’s tie and their shoes. Slacks and shirt didn’t make it past the bedroom door.
They were all over each other, twisting and winding and kissing deeply and touching everywhere. Eyes closed and open and trusting and dilated with desire, smiling. With his head on Daniel's shoulder, Jack realized Daniel was looking around the room, getting his bearings. Maybe he’d expected the bed to be somewhere else in the room, but they were nowhere near it yet, having barely made it in the door. Jack smiled sadly at Daniel, knowing this was not the space he was used to, a reminder that they weren't in Colorado; but Daniel smiled back warmly and began trailing bites and kisses down Jack’s chest, dropping Jack’s boxers to the ground as he went.
Jack braced himself on his dresser and tried to remember to breathe as Daniel curled his tongue around the base of Jack’s cock from the side, a firm hand assisting his maneuvers and keeping Jack steady. He watched as Daniel moved to wet kisses, nosing underneath and around and keeping warm hands occupied as he thoroughly licked Jack’s most responsive area around the rim of the head. Then he took the head in his mouth, sucking now and holding his teeth back, and Jack couldn't keep his eyes open anymore. Daniel slid in and back, a little further every time, running the tip of Jack’s surging cock along the roof of his mouth lightly every time and it was like lightning. After Daniel deep throated him once, Jack gasped and brought a hand to Daniel's hair. He was using his right hand to stimulate the base of Jack's cock as he set up a rhythm over the head, but Jack needed him out of it, called his name and pulled back with all the will power he could muster, and Daniel released Jack out of his mouth to look up into Jack’s face.
It took Jack a moment to speak. “I don’t want this to be over this quick, Daniel.”
Daniel smiled as Jack pulled him up to standing, eyes dilated and lips swollen. “We have days, Jack. No rush, no hurry. Anything you want.” Jack inhaled the scent of arousal all around them and dove into a kiss, pressing their bodies together. Daniel’s cock surged against him; Jack shifted, aligned his own, pressed achingly against Daniel's groin.
“I’ll have to clear some meetings, take a few days off,” Jack pointed out breathlessly at a break in the kiss.
Daniel was so near Jack's face all he could see were the blue eyes, but they were smiling. “It’s officially the weekend, now, Jack. You have Saturday and Sunday off, unless you want to meet Hammond for dinner one night…” Daniel trailed off as he tilted his head to kiss Jack’s throat, and surged their bodies together using arms wrapped firmly around Jack’s waist and shoulders, cocks fiercely aroused and sensitive and rubbing. Jack groaned with his head back and to the side and suddenly needed to kiss as far into Daniel’s mouth as he could manage, breaking only when Daniel’s hand closed around his cock, and judging from the absence of the man’s hands anywhere else on his body, Daniel probably had his own in hand too. Jack head and temple were pressed against the side of Daniel’s face as he panted out the overwhelming sensation of going to the brink and trying to hold back. He was trying, he was trying very hard, but Daniel suddenly spoke in a low husk in his ear, “Come for me, Jack. Right now. Come for me now,” and Jack was gone. He kissed some part of Daniel, probably near his ear, and held on to the man’s shoulders as he arched into Daniel’s hands, came on his stomach, on both of their chests… or maybe it was Daniel coming at the same time, because Jack was suddenly aware of teeth in his shoulder, and the particular cry that Daniel made when he came. Stunned, satiated, a bit confused but feeling really good, Jack moved his arms around Daniel and leaned them both back on his dresser as they came down from the high.
Jack’s grin grew, though he felt like he was about to collapse on the floor, possibly taking Daniel down too, since it seemed the younger man was almost completely leaning on him. Jack shuffled them both, wondrously sticky and messy, to his bed on the other side of the room. Unabashedly, Daniel flopped down on his back, and Jack stumbled into the bathroom to get a couple of washcloths, and came back to flop down with him.
He was greeted with a fantastically goofy grin.
Jack, on impulse, rolled toward Daniel and gathered him close, though Daniel seemed disinclined to move much, or behave as though he had bones.
“Hey,” Jack said eventually.
“Hey,” Daniel replied.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”
Daniel bit back a wry grin at the bad pun in his head and answered the intended question. “Surprise visit.”
“If you’d told me, I could have been ready.”
“It’s okay, I’m ready. You can just wait until tomorrow to bottom.” Which wasn’t exactly what Jack had meant, but it was an interesting thing to ponder anyway, the image of Daniel when Jack was making love to him. He swam in the warmth of the image for a bit.
“So, didn’t come here to talk, then?”
“I could if you want, the translation was pretty interesting.” Daniel was smiling. It was easy; it was easier than it had been in a long time.
“So I guess you read my letters?”
“Yup, read those. Finally understood some things; decided I’d send you a letter back, saying as much.”
“Oh yeah?” Jack tried to think back to whether he’d somehow missed a letter in his mail lately, but he was pretty sure it had all been bills or military somehow.
“Yup. This is it. What do you think so far?”
Jack was taken aback, and glanced up, then pulled back to look properly at Daniels face, which was still wearing the easy grin.
“I like your style, but the handwriting is a bit messy.”
The grin widened. “I’ll work on that.”
“Nah, it suits you.” Jack ran his hands over Daniel’s pecs and rested his arm over him, settling his head back against the outside of his shoulder. “I’m not really good with words, anyway.”
“Yes, you are.” Jack could hear him smiling in the words.
****
End.
By: Minx
Pairings: Jack/Daniel
Spoilers: Mild through Beachhead (Season 9)
Notes: The title is from an icon of
paian's, we were talking about that it might mean that Jack and Daniel when apart were somehow less grounded, that they needed each other and without that faith, they were likely to lose themselves. Thanks to Sid, again, for funny insta-beta and wraith816 for arguing about apostrophes and sentence flow. Also thanks to delphia2000 for once again marvelous beta love, and rydra_wong for (amazingly synergistic) beta comments as well. All other mistakes are mine until you tell me about them and they are fixed.Word count: ~6170 total
Part 1/2 is here.
****
Jack wrote:
I’ve realized that I would make a terrible housewife or military wife, or wife of any kind. Putting aside the fact I really can’t cook anything but meat on a grill (Don’t say it. That steak was totally edible,) I am not good at being left behind. Have been known to carry a grudge about that. And I’m totally irrational now I can’t threat assess and have to rely on C. to get you home, when I’m hearing things like ‘under fire’ and ‘failed to report in’ and each time I imagine the worst possible scenarios and when you come home, whole or broken, I’m pissed as hell at C. for not giving me more information so I don’t have a heart attack.
Do you know what it’s like to hear danger, know it’s someone you care about in the shit, and look around to automatically threat assess and see only concrete walls? I’m starting to hate the sight of the gate. Never thought that would happen.
And:
There are perks to a desk job, though. I haven’t set foot in the infirmary except to visit, not for a checkup, pre- or post-mission clearances, knee surgeries or even arthritis questions. Makes me feel not-quite-so old, if you want to know. I thought flying a desk would make me feel like a geezer; turns out, I feel comfortable. And I’ll deny that vehemently if you repeat it. And, I haven’t missed a single episode of the Simpsons since I made General. If that isn’t a perk, I don’t know what is.
And:
I wonder sometimes if H. knows. That would be bad, if so. It would mean we’re leaving a trail of breadcrumbs from the mountain to our bedrooms. I know you would rather be open and happy with our friends, and there is a part of me that wants H’s blessing, I have to admit. I’m old fashioned sometimes. There was a way H. offered me the D.C. job, like he knew that this time maybe I could actually stay retired, that it would be worth it; but there’s something about looking him in the eye and taking retirement, because he should have retired himself years ago, and I feel like he really deserves it more. It shouldn’t be me helping him get there, it really shouldn’t, but for some reason he likes me, and he thinks I can do this job. I’m likely to do a damn sight better job of helping him than filling in for him, though, that’s for sure. I’m finding once again that there may be a reason for the military’s regulatory madness; it’s very hard to send people you know too well out into the unknown. It should be someone else sending you out there. That way, I can be furious with them when I hear you’ve been injured, instead of C. or instead of eating away my stomach lining with guilt about it. And I haven’t left the program, and I’m not out of the loop. I’ll still have clearance to come to you, if you need me.
I realize it would be easier if I could deal with this and be the brilliant base commander somebody out there must have (wrongly) believed I could have been, leave work at work and come home to you and be happy, but it’s not working out that way. I’m not detached enough at work and I’m taking my work home. What can I say? I’m not Superman, but then, I’m pretty sure my kid was the only one who ever thought I was. You’ve known all about my flaws since day one, haven’t you? It’s a wonder you’re with me, really. I hope you still are.
****
Daniel dug through his pile of translations and back log of projects that had been transferred back to him and piling up after he missed the Daedalus departure for Atlantis. There was one, a low priority translation of an old text held in the Smithsonian, that Daniel had been holding in reserve as a good first project for someone. Suddenly, it got top priority, and he needed, needed to see the original papers, and needed several days in Washington. Mitchell was cute about it, standing SG-1 down rather than ship out without Daniel. He appreciated it even as his thoughts flew ahead of him to D.C.
He honestly did spend his first day in the museum. The papers were amazing and the samples he got would allow the SGC to run the tests no one else would think to run, but he finished the translation on the plane ride over, and only double-checked his work in the presence of the actual document.
Then Hammond called. “Dr. Jackson, I presume.”
“Hello, General.”
“I heard you were in town, is that correct?”
“Ah, yes. Yes, arrived last night late.” Daniel was still flipping through some papers on the work space they’d given him in the basement of the Smithsonian.
“Well, then, I hope it’s a good trip for you. If you get a chance, it would be nice to get together for supper, catch up on old times.”
“That would be nice, General,” Daniel said distractedly, “but, ah, I do need to look up Jack first.”
“That’s actually why I’m calling,” George began.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, Son, calm down. I merely meant to remind you that here in Washington, unlike at the SGC, 5 p.m. signals the end of the day, and if Jack isn’t there with you, then he should already be home by now.”
“Um. Thanks. Thank you. I’ll, uh, I’ll be sure and stop by, er, give him a call or something.” Daniel was absolutely at a loss for Hammond so easily reporting Jack’s whereabouts to him. “He knows I’m coming?”
“He knows you’re in Washington, Son, same way I did.” This meant a memo from the SGC detailing a request for a flight and expenditures, but not a personal communication.
“I’m going now, General.”
“I’m glad to hear it. Call if you have time later this week.”
“Yes, I will. And thank you, sir.”
“No problem, Son. Watch out for traffic on DuPont Circle, this time of day.”
“Right.”
“If you’d prefer, I can have a car there in 10 minutes.”
“Really?” He could almost hear Hammond smiling at him through the phone. “Thanks. They picked me up from the hotel this morning.”
“I figured as much. The car will be waiting hopefully by the time you get packed up.”
“Thanks, General.”
“Be safe, Son.” And the implications of that were just not worth pursuing.
****
The driver Hammond picked was a guy who had often driven Jack home, and therefore knew it was easier to swing around from the back, and pull over on a side street to let Daniel out with his various bags, books and paraphernalia. Jack didn’t see him enter the building as a result, even though he was out on his balcony and had a strategic view of the main entrance. Not that he would have admitted watching, but he was. From his posture slumped over the railing, he couldn’t have been looking at anything higher than the mailbox on the curb below him.
The banging on the door, and preceding thumps of bags hitting the carpet in the hallway, were, as a result, surprises. And he still didn’t quite dare to expect that Daniel would be outside the door.
He greeted the driver, who’d helped Daniel with his bags, in a daze. Couldn’t remember anything of what Daniel said or how they got those bags in the door until he finally asked, “Daniel, did you bring the entire museum with you?”
“Jack, it’s just one suitcase of books. I thought I might as well give the appearance of working.”
“You didn’t use them? Daniel, are you taking advantage of Uncle Sam?”
“No, nor Aunt Sam. Not really. I finished the work today before Hammond called.”
“Hammond, eh?”
“Yup, he sends his compliments, and his blessing, by the way.” And with that, Daniel dropped his jacket, closed the two steps distance between them, took Jack’s head in both hands and kissed him. Soundly and passionately, knocking Jack off his equilibrium in the process and leaning him, mostly gently, against the hallway wall. It took Jack less than a second to respond and kiss back, easing his leg in between Daniel’s and finally turning so that Daniel was pressed up against the wall and Jack was pressed firmly up against him.
Jack’s jacket was open; Daniel pushed it off his shoulders. Jack had absolutely no idea what Daniel was wearing or how to get it off him, and ultimately had to let Daniel up from the wall to strip off his sweater and shirt. They left them in the hallway along with Jack’s tie and their shoes. Slacks and shirt didn’t make it past the bedroom door.
They were all over each other, twisting and winding and kissing deeply and touching everywhere. Eyes closed and open and trusting and dilated with desire, smiling. With his head on Daniel's shoulder, Jack realized Daniel was looking around the room, getting his bearings. Maybe he’d expected the bed to be somewhere else in the room, but they were nowhere near it yet, having barely made it in the door. Jack smiled sadly at Daniel, knowing this was not the space he was used to, a reminder that they weren't in Colorado; but Daniel smiled back warmly and began trailing bites and kisses down Jack’s chest, dropping Jack’s boxers to the ground as he went.
Jack braced himself on his dresser and tried to remember to breathe as Daniel curled his tongue around the base of Jack’s cock from the side, a firm hand assisting his maneuvers and keeping Jack steady. He watched as Daniel moved to wet kisses, nosing underneath and around and keeping warm hands occupied as he thoroughly licked Jack’s most responsive area around the rim of the head. Then he took the head in his mouth, sucking now and holding his teeth back, and Jack couldn't keep his eyes open anymore. Daniel slid in and back, a little further every time, running the tip of Jack’s surging cock along the roof of his mouth lightly every time and it was like lightning. After Daniel deep throated him once, Jack gasped and brought a hand to Daniel's hair. He was using his right hand to stimulate the base of Jack's cock as he set up a rhythm over the head, but Jack needed him out of it, called his name and pulled back with all the will power he could muster, and Daniel released Jack out of his mouth to look up into Jack’s face.
It took Jack a moment to speak. “I don’t want this to be over this quick, Daniel.”
Daniel smiled as Jack pulled him up to standing, eyes dilated and lips swollen. “We have days, Jack. No rush, no hurry. Anything you want.” Jack inhaled the scent of arousal all around them and dove into a kiss, pressing their bodies together. Daniel’s cock surged against him; Jack shifted, aligned his own, pressed achingly against Daniel's groin.
“I’ll have to clear some meetings, take a few days off,” Jack pointed out breathlessly at a break in the kiss.
Daniel was so near Jack's face all he could see were the blue eyes, but they were smiling. “It’s officially the weekend, now, Jack. You have Saturday and Sunday off, unless you want to meet Hammond for dinner one night…” Daniel trailed off as he tilted his head to kiss Jack’s throat, and surged their bodies together using arms wrapped firmly around Jack’s waist and shoulders, cocks fiercely aroused and sensitive and rubbing. Jack groaned with his head back and to the side and suddenly needed to kiss as far into Daniel’s mouth as he could manage, breaking only when Daniel’s hand closed around his cock, and judging from the absence of the man’s hands anywhere else on his body, Daniel probably had his own in hand too. Jack head and temple were pressed against the side of Daniel’s face as he panted out the overwhelming sensation of going to the brink and trying to hold back. He was trying, he was trying very hard, but Daniel suddenly spoke in a low husk in his ear, “Come for me, Jack. Right now. Come for me now,” and Jack was gone. He kissed some part of Daniel, probably near his ear, and held on to the man’s shoulders as he arched into Daniel’s hands, came on his stomach, on both of their chests… or maybe it was Daniel coming at the same time, because Jack was suddenly aware of teeth in his shoulder, and the particular cry that Daniel made when he came. Stunned, satiated, a bit confused but feeling really good, Jack moved his arms around Daniel and leaned them both back on his dresser as they came down from the high.
Jack’s grin grew, though he felt like he was about to collapse on the floor, possibly taking Daniel down too, since it seemed the younger man was almost completely leaning on him. Jack shuffled them both, wondrously sticky and messy, to his bed on the other side of the room. Unabashedly, Daniel flopped down on his back, and Jack stumbled into the bathroom to get a couple of washcloths, and came back to flop down with him.
He was greeted with a fantastically goofy grin.
Jack, on impulse, rolled toward Daniel and gathered him close, though Daniel seemed disinclined to move much, or behave as though he had bones.
“Hey,” Jack said eventually.
“Hey,” Daniel replied.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”
Daniel bit back a wry grin at the bad pun in his head and answered the intended question. “Surprise visit.”
“If you’d told me, I could have been ready.”
“It’s okay, I’m ready. You can just wait until tomorrow to bottom.” Which wasn’t exactly what Jack had meant, but it was an interesting thing to ponder anyway, the image of Daniel when Jack was making love to him. He swam in the warmth of the image for a bit.
“So, didn’t come here to talk, then?”
“I could if you want, the translation was pretty interesting.” Daniel was smiling. It was easy; it was easier than it had been in a long time.
“So I guess you read my letters?”
“Yup, read those. Finally understood some things; decided I’d send you a letter back, saying as much.”
“Oh yeah?” Jack tried to think back to whether he’d somehow missed a letter in his mail lately, but he was pretty sure it had all been bills or military somehow.
“Yup. This is it. What do you think so far?”
Jack was taken aback, and glanced up, then pulled back to look properly at Daniels face, which was still wearing the easy grin.
“I like your style, but the handwriting is a bit messy.”
The grin widened. “I’ll work on that.”
“Nah, it suits you.” Jack ran his hands over Daniel’s pecs and rested his arm over him, settling his head back against the outside of his shoulder. “I’m not really good with words, anyway.”
“Yes, you are.” Jack could hear him smiling in the words.
****
End.