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'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.

Seeing the pleasure he was eliciting in Daniel, he continued to thrust, with increasing strength and hunger. The fingers dug into his back, made him let out a feral growl.

Oh that sound... it made Daniel shiver in anticipation, the way the older man growled as Daniel's fingers tightened into his back. He wondered... and his next move was to allow his nails to scrape down the immortal's back and he watched - and listened - to see what that might illicit from his lover.

The nails set Methos into a frenzy. His thrusts became damn near violent, his face and mannerisms became hungered and full of animalistic passion. He let out a guttural shout of need and pure unadulterated lust.

And damn if that didn't just send a surge of lust through Daniel as each thrust drove him closer and closer to that edge.

"Gods, Methos... please..." he pleaded softly for more, one hand shifting to take his lover's hand in his own, bringing Methos down closer to him to kiss him.

He kissed him, not slowing up for a second, "Daniel--" The muscles of Methos' back and ass clenched and tightened at the end of every downward stroke.

Between one thrust and the next, Daniel came hard, crying out his lover's name as he did so, his free hand digging even more into Methos' back, likely drawing blood but he knew his lover could heal incredibly fast...

Seeing that he'd made Daniel come, and the hand digging painfully into his back, made Methos come undone. One more stroke and then he was coming, spilling into Daniel and shouting out in pleasure.

Daniel clung to him tightly, burying his face into the side of Methos' neck as pleasure continued to course through his body and he felt himself tighten around his lover before his body started to relax once more.

"Oh gods, Methos..." he whispered harshly against his lover's neck. "That was just.... fuck... I don't even have words..."

It took a moment before Methos was even coherent enough to speak. His hands clutched Daniel's head against him. The words just spilled from his mouth.

"I love you, Daniel."

And those were words he'd never thought to hear from the immortal and Daniel, taking his cue from those words and the way his heart seemed to stop at hearing them, could do nothing more but answer in kind.

"I love you too, Methos," he whispered softly just beneath the elder's ear, the hand on his lover's back coming up to stroke along the back of the older man's head. "So very much."

Upon hearing the words back, he pulled Daniel into a passionate kiss.

Daniel easily and willingly gave over to that kiss, hands slipping through his lover's hair, the silken strands falling through his fingers so easily. He pulled back from that kiss and looked up at Methos, his gaze soft but completely open.

"Are we far enough out to settle for the night or did you want to get further away from the coastlines?"

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