Visiting Rites
By K9
“Again?” Jack O’Neill gasped as he walked into his living room clutching a beer, and involuntarily jumped.
Daniel Jackson smiled. He sat against the wall looking cool, relaxed and not in the least bit ethereal.
“Isn’t there some kind of...” Jack struggled for a suitable word, “...I dunno, rule about doing this stuff?”
Daniel shrugged his shoulders, “Not that I know of?”
“And you never asked?”
“Well, it’s a little hard to bring up in conversation, Jack,” Daniel said with a wicked grin. “But, I can go if you’re not interested?” He climbed to his feet without effort, and pointed towards the door.
“Don’t be so dramatic,” Jack sighed, “Like you use the door?” Daniel smiled again, that open, warm smile that lit the room. “So,” Jack asked, gesturing for Daniel to take a seat, “Whatcha been doing?”
“Oh, the usual.”
“Floating around?”
“Uh-hu.”
“You’re looking good,” Jack said with a faint smile.
“So are you,” Daniel’s voice beheld a heat that Jack knew sat deep in his own belly.
“Would you just…slow down?” Jack asked, taking a swallow of beer, and hoping that the cool liquid might settle the burning in his gut.
“Ah, foreplay?” Daniel teased, “Okay.”
“Daniel!” Jack warned.
“Well what would you call it?”
Jack O’Neill rubbed his face wearily. It had been a really whacked out day. Aliens, big guns, loud noise, lots of big words for Carter to play with and he was feeling kinda tired. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy Daniel’s company, and he missed the guy, well, to hell, but this was just so, so...weird.
“I’d call it O’Neill going nutso.”
“Oh, Jack, you know very well that I’m ‘here’ even though, I’m not, well, here.”
“Y’see,” Jack sighed, “That’s what I mean. I’m sitting here talking to a dead guy, who floated off and became ‘ascended’, and still can’t quit bugging me!”
“I could get really offended here, Jack.”
“Yeah, but you still keep coming back for more, so I’m guessing that ascending doesn’t affect your ‘pain-in-the-butt gene.”
Daniel’s laugh seemed to echo around the room. “Oh, that’s what I miss,” he said at last, “I miss the sarcasm, the total disregard for position or station, damn it, Jack, I miss you!”
“I miss you too, Daniel,” Jack replied surprisingly seriously, “But I still feel a little hinky about ‘this’.”
Daniel crossed his arms and sat back, studying Jack with piercing blue eyes, “You mean you feel guilty about this?”
“No!” Jack flung his head back resting it on the chair, “Well, yes.”
“No one else knows. No one else would care.”
“I know,” Jack replied, “And I think my psyche evaluator will care a whole lot!”
“Oh, it’s that time of year, huh?”
Jack took another drink, “Yeah.”
“We could just talk, like old times, if you wanted to?” Daniel suggested.
“We could, yeah.”
“Or we could watch a hockey game on TV?”
“You hate hockey!” Jack replied irritably.
“Or I could just go right ahead, and tell you how great you look, and just how turned on I get when you wear that shirt unbuttoned.”
Closing his eyes, Jack gave a sigh, “Daniel!”
“I could tell you just how badly I miss being able to push it from your shoulder, and run my hand across your chest. You have a nice chest, Jack. Not too much muscle, but just nicely tight and stroke-able,” Daniel smiled to himself as Jack’s hand slid down his body, and rested on his crotch. “I just wish I could unzip those pants, the way I used to, and push them down around your hips.”
As if by magic, Jack unzipped his pants, and pushed them down. He wasn’t wearing underwear today, and Daniel gave an involuntary gasp as hot, heavy flesh sprang from the cotton slacks.
“I could tell you just how incredibly sexy you look that way, and how right at this moment, I’d give up everything as a higher being, just to touch you.”
“Why did you leave me, Daniel?” Jack said in a whisper, “Why the hell did you go, when we had so much to explore together?”
“I had no choice,” Daniel replied a little sadly, “Sometimes, you have to look at the bigger picture, see beyond your own selfish needs.”
“What about my selfish needs?” Jack growled, still stroking himself to hardness, “I need you, Daniel, goddammit!”
Daniel bit his lip, “Why do you think I’m here?” he asked, “Why do you think I’m breaking all the rules to be here with you this way? I can’t quite let go, Jack, I can’t let go of you, and I know I should, for both our sakes, but I can’t.”
“Damn you, Daniel!” Jack hissed, his fingers moving roughly against his cock, sweeping across the head, making his breath catch in his throat.
“I was damned from the day I met you,” Daniel said softly. “Damned, and blessed both.” He’d moved across the room, to stand in front of Jack’s chair. Tentatively he reached out his hand, not quite touching Jack’s face. “I still love you, Jack. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Jack gasped.
“I long to touch you, to have you touch me,” Daniel’s voice was like silk stroking against Jack’s body. The nearness of his essence felt like a summer breeze against Jack’s skin. “I miss kissing you more than I miss breathing the air,” Daniel whispered.
Jack groaned, quickening the stroking and bringing himself to orgasm with a gasp. Hands shaking, he laid his head back on the chair closed his eyes and steadied his breathing. Daniel wiped his hand across his face, eyes dark with arousal, and looked down Jack hotly.
Jack opened his eyes at last and smiled, “Something I can do for you, sport?”
Daniel opened his mouth, but no words spilled from the dry lips. He coughed and took a breath, “I need to erm”
“Can you do that, as an ascended being?” Jack teased, “Do you still have a...” he let the statement fade but looked towards Daniel’s bulging crotch.
“I gotta go,” Daniel said through a tight throat, “I’ll be back, you know that, don’t you?”
“Sure Danny boy,” Jack replied grinning a little drunkenly, “I’ll be here.”
Daniel disappeared in the blink of an eye. Jack watched the empty space for a moment, and then the grin faded into a face stricken with loss. He swallowed the pain forcing its way up into his throat and took a deep breath. “I miss you Daniel.”
The End