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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"Sounds wonderful." he agreed, relishing the feel of Daniel's mouth on his neck.

Daniel smiled and headed down below to the kitchen and started brewing coffee, sitting down on a bench seat while he waited.

He drove in silence, just letting the wind blow across his face. He smiled to himself. Methos didn't know how long this experience would last. Perhaps longer than most, since Daniel was aware of his 'condition', but most assuredly not long enough. But he would take what he could get.

In the small kitchen, the coffee was done and Daniel went back topside to let Methos know. The moonlight gave an almost otherwordly look to his lover and he was speechless as he watched the wind blow through the immortal's hair. However long of a life he had with Methos would be but a blink of an eye for the immortal... Daniel planned on making it as memorable as he could so that his lover wouldn't forget him.

Methos felt a pair of eyes on him and turned around to see Daniel watching him. He smiled at him, lightly, "Coffee ready, darling?"

Daniel chuckled softly.

"Something like that. You ready to drop anchor again?"

"Hmm... yes, I think so." he nodded, and did just that before turned around to wrap his arms around Daniel.

"I finding I'm struck with a near constant desire to be touching you." he smiled, kissing him then nuzzling Daniel's neck.

"You will get no complaints from me," he whispered softly, tilting his head to one side, hand coming up to tangle into the back of Methos' hair, holding him close.

"I won't let him near you again." he murmured into his shoulder. If he ever saw Jack again, he had every intention of killing him.

"I believe you," Daniel whispered softly, "and I trust you. I know I'm safe with you..." He wasn't worried about Jack getting hold of him again. He knew Methos would kill him first and somehow, that thought didn't even bother Daniel anymore.

He held him closer, in silence. Then he pulled him into a passionate kiss.

Daniel eagerly returned that kiss, leaning back against the railing of the boat, pulling Methos against him tightly, running his fingers up and down his lover's back, nails just lightly scratching against the cooler skin.

"Don't fall overboard." Methos teased, then returned to kissing him, then trailed his mouth down to his neck then shoulder, holding his arms tight around Daniel.

"Wouldn't dream of it," Daniel said softly, leaning more against Methos. "Hmmm... I have an idea...give me a minute." He pulled away from Methos and went back below deck. A moment later, he re-emerged with the heavy blanket from the bed, laying it out on the deck and giving Methos a seductive look, holding a hand out to him.

"Not like anyone will see us..." he teased softly.

Methos grinned and took his hand, "I knew there was a reason I liked you."

Daniel smiled then, not one of his shielded or held back smiles either; this one filled with a brilliance he wasn't sure he'd ever shown to his lover before. He pulled Methos closer and kissed him softly, pulling him down onto the blanket covered deck with him.

His breath caught in his throat a bit, seeing that wide genuine smile cross Daniel's face. Methos would do everything in his power to see it as often as possible. He came down on the blanket with Daniel, his hands roaming the younger man's well-formed chest, as he deepened the kiss.

Daniel groaned softly and lay back, pulling Methos down over him, hands sliding up and down along his lover's back, nails lightly scratching the toned skin of Methos' back. Oh yes, he could easily spend the rest of his life with this man and never grow tired of touching him or being touched by him.

Methos placed his face in Daniel's hair and breathed in his scent. He wanted to remember and keep everything he could, Treasure it. Treasure whatever time he could get.

He growled as the nails scratched over his back, causing him the involuntarily grind himself against Daniel's thigh, his growing hardness rather obvious.

Daniel let out a soft gasp as he felt Methos press down against him. His hands slid lower to the waist band of the boxers his lover had pulled on earlier to come topside, hands slipping beneath and cupping the elder's ass tightly, pulling him in even more than before.

"Gods you feel so good," he whispered softly. "I can't ever imagine growing tired of touching you or being touched by you..."

His ass muscles clenched under Daniel's hands and he started to rub himself more vigorously against his his leg.

Methos nibbled at Daniel's ear, "Good, because I don't plan to stop touching you, or let you stop touching me, anytime soon."

Daniel let out a needy sounding whimper as Methos continued pressing up against him, especially with his lover's mouth at his ear.

"Methos please..."

Methos quickly pushed off Daniel's pants, and shoved down his own boxers. He eased himself inside the other man, without much preamble, then let out a sigh of satisfaction.

Daniel shivered as he felt Methos press inside of him and then held still, holding Methos tightly against him, hands trailing up and down his lover's back.

"Don't move," he whispered softly. "Just... not yet..."

He nodded, staying still, and relishing to feel of Daniel. He kissed the man's cheek.

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