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It was three days after Daniel had been admitted to the hospital and Dr. Stevens had said he could be released that morning. He looked over at the cot where Methos lay sleeping and smiled to himself. The man had not once left his side since his arrival. It gave Daniel hope that maybe they'd work things out again. He thought of where they might go because Daniel didn't think he could go back to his apartment given that Methos had killed Jack there. He'd actually been looking to buy a house up in the mountains and wondered if he could convince Methos to stay with him there if he did so...

He was brought out of his thoughts as the door to his room opened and Dr. Stevens walked in, holding all of the paperwork that needed to be signed before Daniel could leave. The doctor glanced over at Methos and then at Daniel.

"Shall I wake him or did you want to do that?"

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"I'm sorry, I just-- I guess I just misunderstood.." Methos searched his face for a moment, then he pulled him into a kiss as he continued to take off his pants.

Daniel returned the kiss softly, his hands sliding up and down along Methos' back as he lifted his hips enough that Methos could pull off the pants he wore.

Once he was relieved of his pants, Methos quickly went to work on the younger man's.

Once completely undressed, Daniel raised up on his elbows and kissed the side of Methos neck softly, letting his teeth gently graze the skin there as he did so.

He ran a hand down Daniel's torso, aware of every blemish and scar, but doing his best to act like they didn't bother him. Methos' hand wrapped around Daniel's cock, stroking it gently.

Daniel gave a soft groan at that and arched up into Methos' hand, dropping his head back, eyes closing as he concentrated on nothing but that touch.

He continued to stroke him and scooted back on the bed, so that he could bend down over Daniel, and take him half-way into his mouth, his hands still aiding, and moving around his base.

Daniel whimpered softly and writhed beneath that touch by both hands and mouth, his own hands coming down to tangle in his lover's hair.

Methos took him deeper, and started to bob up and down over his length.

Daniel couldn't hold back the sounds that Methos was drawing out of him with each movement, each touch, all of it. It was almost too much, his body still highly sensitive.

He moved off him a moment before his tongue began to run along Daniel's length, his hand massive his balls. He wanted to give him as much pleasure as he could. Something to make up for all the pain.

All of that drew even heavier sounds from Daniel, each sound filled with complete need and desire for Methos and the hope that his lover wouldn't stop anytime soon.

No, he had no plans of stopping. Methos flicked his tongue of Daniel's tip then took him as deep as he could down his throat and held him there.

Daniel cried out sharply, unable to help it when his body bucked up against Methos at that move. His hands fisted tightly into the sheets beneath his body and he gave a soft whimper when Methos didn't immediately start moving.

Methos gagged only slightly as Daniel bucked up into his mouth. After several long dragged out moments, the Immortal started to move, bobbing up then taking him deep once more at an increasing pace.

Daniel let out several soft moans at each movement his lover made, his hands tightening even more into the sheets.

"Methos, please..." he begged softly.

He hummed sending vibrations through Daniel's length, moving faster, his hands running up and down the man's thighs.

"Oh gods..." Daniel gasped out sharply as he came hard, spilling almost violently down Methos' throat, his whole body seizing as he did so.

He swallowed Daniel down as he came, rocking up and down and sucking him dry. He loved the sounds he was eliciting out of him.

Daniel kept emitting soft gasps, his breathing erratic even in his exhausted state. He finally whimpered and moved to pull Methos up next to him on the bed.

Methos fell to the bed next to Daniel pulling him into a kiss.

Daniel returned the kiss and sprawled half across Methos' chest, the side of his face resting just above his lover's heartbeat.

"I don't know if I've said it yet or not," he whispered softly, "but thank you for coming back..."

Methos wrapped his arms around him, "Thank you for not..." he breath caught in his throat, "-for not dieing."

Daniel curled more tightly into Methos' arms and buried his face into the side of his lover's neck.

"You don't have to promise me anything, but just... tell me you'll stay at least for a while. That we'll at least try to go to some of the places we spoke of when we were in Morocco..."

He tightened his hold on Daniel, "I'll stay, Daniel. And we can go wherever you want."