dr_daniel_jackson | 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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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.

He hadn't quite reached his peak yet, but let out a pleased groan of satisfaction to see Daniel coming. "That's it, darling, that's it..."

He continued to press deep, nearly there.

Daniel groaned softly, still writhing beneath his lover, tightening around him even more, wanting to feel Methos coming inside of him once more.

The tightening around him caused Methos to gasp and he started to spill into Daniel with a shout.

Daniel's fingers dug even more deeply into his lover's back with that shout and he tightened even more around Methos, urging him on even more.

He gave several more thrusts, Daniel's tightening squeezing him dry. Methos shuddered, "Oh, Gods... I love you."

Daniel gave a soft groan and kissed him softly.

"Love you too," he whispered softly. "And you have completely worn me out, I am not moving from this spot anytime soon..."

He kissed him back then on the forehead, "Well, then we'll just have to sleep here tonight."

"I am all for that," Daniel whispered, shifting beneath his lover. "Course, we'll need another blanket..."

"I'll get it." he slowly got to his feet, the moon lighting his completely naked form, "be right back."

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