dr_daniel_jackson

Spain

They'd been in Madrid for a couple of weeks now, sightseeing as well as looking for places to live. Daniel was coming to like the villa they were in himself but he didn't know if Methos liked it or wanted someplace more private for them. At least if they had a more private area, his husband could practice with his swords whenever he wanted and they could fall asleep out on the patio after making love without worrying about neighbors seeing them.

Three weeks after their marriage, Methos had gone into town on his own and Daniel had stayed behind, caught up in the books from Alexandria, having asked Methos for help in translating a few things here and there and now, having made a key of his own, he was hard to pull away from them. As it got dark, Daniel headed inside to start working on dinner hoping Methos would be home soon.

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"Wherever you want me, love," Daniel whispered softly.

"Out here... the bedroom is too far away." he murmured into Daniel's back his hands tugging at the bottom of his husband's shirt.

"Good enough," Daniel whispered softly, helping Methos remove the shirt before turning around to kiss his husband softly.

He claimed his husband's mouth eagerly, all the while unbuttoning his own shirt and slipping it off as he did so.

Daniel's hands slid across Methos' bare chest, moving to settle at his waist, pressing in closer to him, groaning softly against his husband's mouth.

His hands descended to Daniel's pants his hand sliding beneath the fabric and gripping his husband's length. He gave a hungry moan into Daniel's mouth.

Daniel gasped sharply and, with a teasing thought in mind, pushed Methos back from him, watching him, a playful look in his eyes.

"I think if you really want me, you should have to come and get me," he purred softly, backing towards the house as he did so, knowing he was pushing his husband a little bit further to that edge.

His eyes darkened at the teasing, following him toward the house, "Oh, I'll get you Daniel..."

Daniel laughed and backed into the house, putting first a table and then the couch between himself and his husband.

"Will you? And just what will you do with me if you do?"

"That's for me to decide and for you to find out." he hopped onto the table then over the couch, still advancing on him, like a predator stalking his prey.

Daniel's gaze darkened as he watched his husband getting closer to him. He wasn't paying attention and backed himself right into their bedroom. With a quick glance, he put himself on one side of the bed, the door and Methos on the other.

"Looks like I have you trapped, Daniel." his eyes darkened, blocking the door. In a flurry of movement, he leaped over the couch then went to pin Daniel against the wall.

Daniel's breathing skyrocketed as he felt his husband pin him to the wall and he swallowed past the tightness in his throat as he met Methos' gaze.

"So it would seem," he whispered in reply. "And now that you have me... whatever will you do with me, love?"

A wicked grin graced his lips, and a hand tugged down Daniel's pants and boxers, before fingers wrapped around his cock. "I've got several things in mind..."

Daniel gave a harsh gasp, eyes closing quickly at that feeling, his head dropping back against the wall as he moaned softly.

"Like... like what?" he asked, licking his lips as he spoke.

He stroked him more roughly, then leaned over to nibble on his neck, "I plan on taking you. Multiple times..."

"Oh gods..." Daniel whimpered softly, tilting his head to one side, feeling his husband's mouth playing along the sensitive skin there. "Yes, please..."

"Thought you'd like that." Methos lifted him up right there on the wall, sliding into him with out preamble.

Daniel gave a sharp cry at that, feeling his husband press inside of him without any warning. Oh gods... he'd wanted that for a long time now...

"Methos... fuck... oh that feels so good."

"So, tight..." he gasped, "Daniel.."

Methos began to rock his hips, then pulled back and slammed into him to the hilt, with a quick rough thrusts.

Daniel cried out, hands moving to grasp at his husband's back, nails raking across heated skin when he did so.

He thrusted into him with a frenzy, a hand falling to stroke Daniel as he entered him.

Daniel cried out again and again each time Methos' thrusts took his husband further inside of him, brushing against Daniel's prostate hard enough to almost blind the younger man with pleasure

"Daniel..." he breathed, continuing to thrust at the same angle and speed when he saw what it was doing to his husband.

"Oh gods, Methos," Daniel gasped out wantonly. "Please... oh fuck... don't stop...'

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