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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"Is that how it is?" Methos breathed, "I-I can't tease you, yet you c-can me?"

He arched into his hand.

"Never said you couldn't, Methos. You're the one who stopped..." With a cheeky grin and kissed his way back up along his lover's body. "Don't want me to tease you, then tell me what you want..."

He laughed quietly, and kissed Daniel lightly, on the mouth.

"I don't care. As long as it's from you."

"Good answer," Daniel whispered softly as he straddled the older man and pressed back against him until he could feel that length press inside of him. He held himself still for a moment before he pressed back further in one movement before he stilled once more, gasping softly for breath.

He gripped Daniel's thighs tightly and started to rock his hips and press himself ever deeper inside the man on top of him.

Daniel dropped his head back at those movements, groaning softly as he moved with each thrust. his hands rested against Methos' chest, fingers pressing against heated skin.

Flushed and heart beating faster, Methos continued to move inside of him. His hands trailed Daniel's waist before reaching between the man's legs and gripping his length. He started to stroke him in time with his thrusts.

Oh hell... Daniel's breath grew faster and more erratic and he felt himself growing closer to that edge almost too fast.

"Slow down..." he pleaded softly, wanting this to last a little longer...

He slowed his pace and he moved his hands downward to cup Daniel's balls instead, "Your wish is my command."

Daniel let out a breathy moan, eyes closing as he bit down on his bottom lip and slowed his own movements as well.

Methos just watched Daniel move on top of him. He reached up one hand to run it along his collar bone then settle on his cheek.

Daniel leaned into that touch, turning his head to press a kiss to the inside of his lover's palm before beginning to move again a little harder now.

"I love you," he whispered softly.

Methos hips started to piston up into Daniel. His mouth parted in pleasure and he locked eyes with the man.

"I love you."

Daniel leaned down to kiss him, pressing back to meet each of those movements.

"At least the boat isn't moving so much," he whispered against Methos' lips. "That'd be interesting..."

Methos chuckled and kissed him back, "It would be, yes."

He deepened the kiss wrapping his arms around Daniel increasing the power and speed of his thrusts.

Daniel's breath came harder and faster and he moved, burying his face into the side of his lover's neck, groaning softly as he did so.

His thrusts became uneven and heated. His nails started to dig desperately into the back of the man he loved. He was so close, "Daniel..."

Those nails set against his back brought Daniel right to that edge and he cried out, pressing back hard against Methos, biting down against is lover's neck as he did so.

Methos cried out and it was two more strokes and he was orgasming and shuddering into Daniel.

Daniel tightened rode out that pleasure before his body started to relax but he was happy to stay right where he was, laid out against his lover's lithe form. He nuzzled just beneath Methos' chin, his hand resting against the side of the other man's face.

"Gods but you are incredible," he whispered softly.

Methos smiled, and kissed the palm of the hand on his cheek, mimicking Daniel's earlier action. He relished the feel of the man resting across him.

"You aren't so bad yourself."

Daniel curled in closer to the immortal's body and rested the side of his face against Methos' chest.

"So... if I'm having to come up with a new name, what about you?"

"I already have an identity set up. Complete with paperwork. I have several set up and waiting for me around the world. My name will be Dante Mattari. I'll be an independently wealthy Italian man on holiday." he grinned.

"Hmmm... I see," Daniel said, placing a chaste kiss against Methos' chest. "And just what kind of background and paperwork can you set up for the man with you who calls himself Ibraham?"

"You can be my Morrocan lover, no?" his accent shifted to a thick Italian one.

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