Shy Guy
by Icarus
Daniel pulled off his glasses and sank to his knees. One foot knocked against a bottle of bleach, while Jack in front of him shouldered between the clatter of a broom handle and some metal shelves. His t-shirt rode up. Daniel's lips skimmed down his bare stomach to mouth the hard fabric over his balls, hot and damp.
Jack clenched his teeth as Daniel, breathing hard, dragged jeans and underwear down over his hips. Daniel was a mouth-breather sometimes.
He nuzzled Jack's balls, then touched his tongue to the tip of his cock -- glancing up at Jack's sharp hiss. But Jack's eyes were scanning the ceiling, mouth slightly open, so Daniel continued, dipping his face to Jack's lap. He paused, took a last shaky breath, then his lips parted as he took Jack in with a smooth glide, eyes still open, blinking and curious.
Jack straddled his legs with his knees braced, looking everywhere but at Daniel's bobbing head, though his breath came in short harsh pants and he had to bite his lip to hold back a moan. Finally, he let his chin drop and just watched, eyelashes flicking up, down; dark, intelligent eyes searching. He slowly reached for Daniel's hair. Touched it with a tentative, hesitant gesture, patting it almost. Daniel's bright eyes, hot and hungry, glanced up and Jack let his hand fall. Daniel surged forward, swallowed deeper around Jack's cock with a sigh, his hands gripping Jack's hard thighs. His thumb traced a line of muscle, up, then down.
Jack's hands finally found something to do as they landed on Daniel's shoulders, delicately stroking his damp shirt and following the gentle rocking motion. The air was humid, and Jack found it harder and harder to keep his breathing quiet. He grunted, "Stop. I'm gonna…"
Daniel reached around and grabbed his ass, sucking hard. Jack shuddered, gripped Daniel's shirt convulsively then collapsed in an arch over Daniel's back, fingers sunk deep. Daniel held on, drank it down. He swallowed in a harsh gulp and lifted off, gasping, breath wet against Jack's thigh.
After a long moment they separated, unclenched, breathing unsteadily. Daniel leaned back on his elbows. Jack took in the rise and fall of his chest, the wet line of what wasn't spit down his chin; the rounded bulge in his BDUs.
"You liked that," Jack observed. It was a question.
"Well, yeah." Daniel's voice was hoarse. "You taste terrible but... um, yeah."
"MREs will do that." Daniel gave him a slow blink.
Jack tipped his head and made a quick motion with his hands, eyes still cryptic. When Daniel didn't move, he said, "C'mon," and grasped Daniel's hand to pull him up off the floor. His warm arm slid around Daniel's waist. Face still hard as stone and mouth in that serious line, Jack made efficient work of unbuckling Daniel's belt.
Daniel frowned and licked his lips. "You don't have to…" he began.
Jack cut him off with a sharp jerk of his head.
Swallowing, Daniel helped him with his zipper and felt Jack's strong grip fumble with the button.
He smothered a slight gasp as Jack dug into his BDUs, but then Jack's hard, firm stroke dragged a moan out of him anyway. As Daniel panted, Jack watched the rise and fall of his chest, eyes studying him with fascination. Finally Daniel shut his eyes and rode out the feeling of Jack's strong arm behind him, the steady rock and pull of his hand along his cock, wringing little grunts and sighs from him. His back arched, Jack's steadying hand was on his hip as the other squeezed with a corkscrew motion, faster -- that electric wet-hot heat. Daniel moaned, pressed up into Jack's hand, and came.
Slack-jawed and dazed, Daniel opened his eyes, and found Jack was still watching with that same steady gaze.
Jack let go. Daniel tracked down some tissues to mop up his mess - he knew where those were kept - and handed some to Jack. With their clothes buttoned and jeans back on, Jack pulled the chair out from under the doorknob.
"Not a word," Jack ordered, his expression unchanged. He made a cutting gesture. "Don't breathe a word about this to anyone."
"Oh hell no," Daniel almost laughed.
He made to leave but Jack seized his arm, harshly hauling him back. Though he stood closer than he would have before. Jack grabbed a ream of paper off a shelf and stuffed it into Daniel's arms.
"If you go into a storage closet, leave with something."
Jack scooped up a loud fistful of pens for himself. "Now. Count two minutes after I've gone."
"Hey, I should go first." Daniel's mind was coming back together. "I have more work than you."
"You look fucked. Seriously." Jack leaned over the ream of paper and wiped the corner of Daniel's mouth with his thumb. He stepped back, a hand on the doorknob. Jack was starting to sound normal again. "Try breathing," he suggested. "I hear it's good for you."
"Among other things," Daniel said dryly.
Jack's eyes dropped to the floor, and he gave Daniel - of all things - a shy sideways smile, his brown eyes startled and soft. He slid his hand down the front of his shirt to check the buttons, then glanced up as he cracked open the door. He sighed, "Yeah."
Finis.
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