dr_daniel_jackson | Getting Caught

Getting Caught

Daniel had left Colorado feeling both content and torn. He missed Methos and he knew the older man would laugh at him for being so sentimental. He carried the glock everywhere he went, keeping it well hidden on himself. Even in the museum he kept it in a shoulder holster for fear that his teammates or someone worse might come looking for him.

He'd been in New York for almost two weeks when he started packing up to get ready to leave for Egypt. He'd already sent several boxes ahead and they'd be at his home there by the time he arrived. He packed up the last of Methos' journals in a duffel bag and slung it over his shoulder as he headed out of the museum and headed for the hotel where he'd been staying. He wasn't paying a whole lot of attention to his surroundings and therefore didn't realize he was being followed. He entered the Plaza hotel and made for the elevator which took him to the tenth floor. Stepping out of the elevator, he headed three doors down to his suite and swiped the card to unlock the door. Inside, he set the bag to one side, closed the door behind him and headed further into the room. He had just turned towards the mini-bar when pain exploded in his head and he was out cold.

When he woke, it was dark in the room except for a couple of low lights that weren't clsoe to him. He tried to move and realized he was bound to the bed. What the hell...

"Hello?"

"You know, it's taken me a while to figure out where the hell you disappeared to," came a familiar voice. "I don't like having to track you down, Daniel. You know I'm not a patient man."

"Screw you, Jack," Daniel growled out angrily. "I don't work for you or your government anymore. Now let me go and get the hell out of here before I forget we every had a friendship and I just kill you myself."

"Why Daniel... I think you're angry. Look, just... tell me what I want to know and all of this can stop. You have my word..."

Daniel shook his head. He didn't believe that for a moment. He should have just gone straight to the airport. For a brief moment, he wondered where Methos might be... or what he might do if he found Daniel like this...

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Daniel finally decided to take pity on the older man and shifted back into his own seat, grinning slightly as he saw the harbor coming into view as well.

"Guess I'd better behave in case your friend is around..."

He laughed, "Oh, Amanda's not around. But, if she was, she'd probably just want to join in."

Methos pulled into the parking lot.

"Oh that's a scary thought," Daniel said with a chuckle. "I've read about your Amanda. I don't know whether to be jealous or just forget about her." As the car came to a stop, Daniel stepped out, moving to the trunk to grab his bags.

"So... which boat is it?"

"Jealous?" Methos laughed, "No need, there's never been anything serious between me and Amanda. She usually has her attentions on MacLeod. And I don't get seriously involved with other Immortals in the first place."

He grabbed all his things and pointed to the large one at the very end, "Amanda has always been one for the extravagant."

Daniel looked towards the boat and grinned.

"I'm impressed," he said as he started walking towards the ship in question. "She definitely has good taste that's for sure." As they got to the boat, Daniel stepped on board and glanced around.

"I could see us spending a month or so on this boat," he said with a grin.

"She does have good taste, and she's not shy about telling anyone so. I'm probably going to be paying for her letting me borrow it indefinitely somehow. Help her robe the Louvre or something equally dangerous." Methos laughed, setting down his bags and taking a few things to the refrigerator.

Daniel laughed and set his own bags down before moving around the upper deck, taking a look around, walking the length from aft to stern and back again.

"Can't wait to see how this boat feels out on the open water," he called out loud enough for Methos to hear him.

"Yeah! It should be great!" Methos called back. Speaking of, they should probably set off immediately. He headed to the wheelhouse and started up the boat.

Daniel walked back to where Methos was, watching him get the boat started up and backed away from the dock. He stayed where he was until they were out in open water before moving to stand behind Methos, wrapping his arms around the older man, resting his chin on the others shoulder.

"Thank you," he said quietly.

Methos rested back against him slightly, and kiss his cheek as he continued to steer the boat.

"Once we get out a little farther, I can drop anchor and we can do what you were promising earlier." he grinned.

Daniel smiled and held him a little more tightly before kissing the side of his neck.

"In that case, I'll be waiting below for you to join me," he whispered against Methos' ear. He pulled back and headed down below, storing his clothing and such, setting his bag to one side, before he undressed himself, draping his clothes over a chair, before dropping down onto his side on the bed, watching the doorway and waiting for Methos to join him.

Methos directed the boat for several more moments until he couldn't see the shore in any direction, then dropped anchor.

He came into the room to see Daniel undressed and waiting for him. Methos' eyes trailed the younger man's body, before shrugging off his trenchcoat, then shirt. Then his shoes. Pants and boxers soon followed, showing his already visible arousal. He crawled into the bed beside him.

"Now, where were we?"

Daniel's eyes darkened as he watched Methos undress and then join him on the bed. He shifted to his back and pulled Methos closer to him, kissing him softly before answering.

"Somewhere around here I think," he answered before mouthing his way along Methos' jawline and down to his neck.

Methos got on top of Daniel and groaned in pleasure at his mouth trailing his jaw and neck.

"Daniel..." he ran his nails though the man's scalp, and rubbing his own length across Daniel's.

Daniel let out a soft gasp at feeling the brush of skin against skin and he arched up against Methos even as he bit down gently against where his lover's neck met his shoulder. His hands slid up and down along the elder's back.

"I missed you," Daniel admitted softly, realizing he was setting himself up for being mocked or made fun of for such an admission, but Daniel was anything but dishonest...

Methos growled, at the bite on his neck, Then reached between them to stroke him, lovingly.

He kissed Daniel's forehead, "I'm sorry, I'm a stubborn old man. I should have come with you from the start."

"You're here now," Daniel whispered, moaning at that touch and arching up into it. "That's all that matters to me..." His eyes went half-lidded with desire and his breathing came a little faster than before.

"Yes. I'm here." he kissed him almost violently, his hand starting to work him more roughly, "And I'm not going anywhere."

Daniel couldn't form a cohesive answer to that as Methos' hand tightened and moved harder. His body shook with arousal and his hands tightened at the elder's back.

"Methos..."

"I need you, Daniel." he panted in his ear, his hand still wrapped around him.

"You have me," Daniel answered back. "Whatever you want. Just please... no more teasing or playing...I need you as well."

Methos kissed him and he positioned himself on top of him, lifting Daniel's legs so his heals rested on Methos' shoulders. He gripped his own shaft, as spread Daniel, slowly pressing himself into him, with a satisfied groan.

Daniel relaxed his body as much as possible, taking Methos' length inside of him, his hands moving to clench against the sheets beneath his body. He shifted up, trying to move this along a little faster, just wanting that complete feeling he got whenever Methos was buried inside of him like this. It had been too long...

He had some many lovers in his long life. But he loved all of them with all his heart. He cared for Daniel. Was starting to love him, and after only a very short time. He pressed himself deep inside the younger man. Then pulled almost the way out then thrust to the hilt once more. He repeated this several times, giving little grunts at the end of each stroke.

Oh gods... every time Methos thrust inside of him, he brushed against Daniel's prostate causing the younger man to writhe beneath him in pure pleasure. His breath came in short pants and his fingers dug into the skin of his lover's back.

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