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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"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.

Daniel let out a soft sigh of contentment before he moved his head just enough to kiss Methos softly, one hand straying up into his lover's hair, just holding there for now.

He deepened the kiss slightly his arms wrapping across Daniel's back holding him tight and as close to him as possible.

Daniel gave a soft groan into that kiss and finally pressed up against him, wanting his lover to move now.

He started to move his hips, slowly at first, rocking in and out of Daniel. Methos bit back a groan at how good he felt surrounding him.

Daniel gasped softly, pulling back to bury his face into Methos' neck, biting down there gently as he did so.

He pressed himself as deep as he could go, then out almost entirely and then jolted Daniel thrusting to the hilt roughly.

Daniel gasped loudly, fingers digging into Methos' back as he moved, pleading softly with his lover not to stop.

Methos did it again, and again, and built up a slow but steady rhythm of pulling out of him and slamming himself deep once more. He growled out Daniel's name in pleasure.

Daniel's nails dug harder into Methos' back as he arched up against his lover, legs shifting to wrap around the other man's waist, pulling him in even more so than before.

His thrusts gained in speed but lost none of their ferocity. The only sounds Methos could hear was his heart pounding, them both panting, and the slapping noises being made at the area of their joining.

Daniel dropped his head back against the deck, gasping, his breath growing harder and faster now.

"Methos..." he whispered harshly.

He reached between them stroking Daniel, as he continued his pace, "Daniel..." he panted.

Daniel was already growing close and he cried out, spilling between them even as he kept moving to meet each thrust from his lover.

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