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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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Methos only bought a few things, and took only a few moments to pack. He spent the rest of the time watching Daniel as he packed his things.

Daniel knew he was being watched and actually began moving more slowly to see if his lover would do anything about it, to help or to hinder his process.

He stepped closer, coming up from behind him, "Want some help, baby?"

Methos grabbed a few items, reaching from behind Daniel and putting them in the luggage, while he was pressed up behind him.

Daniel groaned softly and leaned back against his lover.

"Help might be good if you plan on speeding things up and not just slowing me down," he teased softly. "Didn't think the shopping trip was long enough for you get so hands on just yet..."

He placed his lips against Daniel's shoulder, mumbling into skin, "Can't help it...."

"I'm not complaining," Daniel answered softly, tilting his head to one side, clothes forgotten for the moment.

"Good." his mouth trailed up his shoulder to neck, sucking gently. Methos brought his hands downward across Daniel's front, and cupped him through his pants.

Daniel gasped softly and leaned back against Methos, his eyes closing slightly as his hips pressed into that touch.

"Methos..." he whispered pleadingly.

"Daniel," he responded, pressing his slowly growing erection up against Daniel's back. Methos slid his hand under Daniel's pants and boxers, clutching his lover's shaft and stroking it.

"Ah!" Daniel gasped softly, literally going weak in the knees, Methos' strength all that was holding him up at the moment. "Methos, please... tease me all you want, but at least get me on the bed first so I don't completely collapse..."

He grinned, pulling Daniel over to the part of the bed not filled with clothes, still stroking him. Then he pulled his hand out to turn the other man around and lay him back on the bed. He quickly removed Daniel of his pants before going to work on his own.

Daniel stripped off the shirt he was wearing as Methos moved to undress himself, scooting further back onto the bed, just watching his lover intently, trying to wait as patiently as he could.

He shucked off his pants and then his shirt followed not soon after, pulled over his head and tossed aside. Methos crawled on top of Daniel pulling him into a kiss, their cocks brushing up against one another teasingly.

Daniel groaned softly, trailing his fingers up and down the elder's back and sides, keeping his touch deliberately light, almost teasingly so.

He rubbed himself against Daniel, at the teasing touch. "Gods, I want you so bad."

"Yes, please," Daniel begged softly. "I want to feel you again... Methos, please... you won't hurt me, I swear it. I need you..."

"Daniel... yes, I need you, too." Methos lifted up Daniel's legs as he wet two fingers with spit. His fingers teased his entrance and then entered him.

Daniel gave a harsh cry and pressed down against those fingers, hands clenched tightly into the bedsheets beneath his body. Too long... it had been too fucking long...

"Methos, please..." he begged even more.

He pressed his fingers deep moving them around to ready Daniel for him. Finally, Methos pulled out his fingers, and slowly inserting his cock half-way in. Oh, Gods he'd missed this...

"Daniel, Gods.... yes..."

Daniel whimpered and writhed beneath the older man, trying to get him deeper inside of him, hands clutching at Methos' back tightly.

"Oh... I have missed you so very much..." he whispered harshly, feeling the tears in his eyes as he spoke.

"Me too, Daniel... me too." he pressed himself deep, filling Daniel entirely with his manhood.

Daniel gasped as he finally felt complete once again for the first time in two years. His hands tightened along Methos' arms as he pulled his lover closer, kissing him harshly.

He leaned over top of Daniel welcoming the kiss, and started to motion his hips in circular motions before thrusting in earnest.

Daniel gasped into that kiss as Methos began moving, shifting to wrap his legs around his lover's waist, holding him even closer as his body rocked against that of the elder in their movements.

His hips pistoned, skin meeting skin with a slap. Methos wrapped a hand around Daniel's length and started to stroke him in time with his thrusts.