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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