Eye to Eye
Jack stretched, heaving a big sigh of contentment, and let his eyes wander to the window of his bedroom. Sunny day outside. Sun shone bright inside his chest, too... and how sticky sweet did that sound?
He turned his head and regarded his sleeping companion. For the thousandth time, he thought to himself that he must have done something right in a former life... because the evidence of the reward for that was lying right there beside him, naked, mussed, beard-burned, funky, and altogether beautiful.
He stuck out one finger and traced the creases on Daniel's forehead... too many worries, too many battles, too much time, they'd all taken their toll. Twelve years since the man had walked into Jack's fucked-up excuse for a life, taken hold of his heart, and never let go, and now... well, now it was all good.
Blue eyes blinked open, and immediately, the forehead creases deepened. "Whatcha doin'?"
Jack withdrew his finger and tucked the guilty appendage and the hand it belonged to under his own rib cage. "Nothin'."
"Were. You were touching." Slow blinks. "And looking."
Jack did that a lot. Even he knew it. No secret there. Touching, looking, that was all good, too. "So?"
"See anything you like?"
Jack snorted softly. "Like, duh."
Daniel shifted, stuck one arm under him, wrapped the other around his shoulders and pulled him in. He stuck his nose in Jack's hair, sniffing at him and rubbing his cheek on him, not unlike a cat marking its territory. "Mmmm. I likes me some a this, too."
Jack hugged him back. Lucky, lucky him... Daniel liked him. Not just loved him, fucked him, and spread himself out for him. He LIKED him. Wonders. Wonderful. Wow. "So when did you know?"
Daniel pulled back, caressing Jack's nose with his own, running his lips over Jack's, sharing his breath. "Know what?"
When Jack managed to get away from Daniel's questing tongue, he answered, " 'Bout us." He looked deep into the cerulean eyes he loved so much. "When'd you know?"
"Oh," Daniel told him matter-of-factly, "you had me at, 'My report says 10,000.' And you standing there, buttoned up in your Air Force blue, medals all over your chest, uptight as a rooster with an intruder in the hen house. And Feretti called you.... Colonel." Daniel patted his cheek. "Yep, that did it for me."
"Rooster?” Jack was nonplussed. “Hen house?"
"Figure of speech. Get over yourself."
Jack rolled onto his back, taking Daniel with him. "Okay. If you say so."
"Yeah?" They looked at each other again, nose to nose.
"Didn't you used to have blue eyes?"
|Summary:||Jack must have done something right in a former life.|