Never Ever, Really

It's never a hotel room.

Never his place, or Jack's house.

Never the base, never off-world.

Never anywhere that anyone could see them.

It's never happened.

Jack's never pushed him up against a just-closed door and taken his mouth as soon as he'd slid down to his knees. Never stripped him with hands that shook, a little, a very little, until every newly inflicted bruise was mapped, assessed.

Never whispered his name in a way he never could, never touched him there and there and...


Daniel still knows every place Jack's fingers and mouth have been.

They've been everywhere.

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