“I was kind of hoping you’d take command of the mission,” Daniel had said before leaving the infirmary. He didn’t bother to hide his disappointment that Jack was off active-duty, but hardly because of any effect it had on Jack himself. “Colonel Edwards has no experience dealing with the Unas.”

“Nor you,” Jack replied pointedly, the gruffness of his tone covering the undercurrent of affection between the two men.

Daniel sighed, silently conceding the truth of that. Few other team leaders put up with a non-military scientist on their teams. Then Daniel added, “I just spent a lot of time breaking you in, I didn’t want to have to start with a new colonel.”

Jack saw the sly arch of Daniel’s eyebrow as he shrugged, a good-humored tease between friends to anyone overhearing, but Jack felt the impatient tap of Daniel’s long fingers against the bed as he said it. Daniel stood at the foot of the bed, a regulation’s length away, but you could bounce quarters off the crisp sheets made up with tight hospital corners to cover the firm mattress, so yeah, Jack could feel Daniel’s fingers tapping out an erratic rhythm. It matched the pulse suddenly beating harder in Jack’s chest. Those nimble fingers had been inside him, turned him inside out and smashed him to pieces. Jack was broken in alright and his body vibrated with need as each tremor of the mattress spanned the distance between them.

And Daniel left him that way, a sharp edge of desire cutting through the hazy relief the medications were finally giving him and now Jack could only wait until Frasier decided to spring him. He glanced around for her and noticed the room seemed to be dimming, or at least he was, and he blinked tiredly at the clock. His eyes wouldn’t focus on the small numbers and he rubbed them as he tried to stay alert and focus on the shuffle of personnel in the corridor and the soft beeping of monitors coming from the only other occupied bed a few feet away. He hoped Frasier would be back soon so he could be home before the drugs completely knocked him out.

As he shifted on the bed, trying to sit up and look around for his clothes, he didn’t realize his mind had wandered back to Daniel until he was remembering Daniel jerking off in his shower the other day. He shoved the thought aside, but not in time to stop the warmth creeping up his cheeks. Where the hell had that come from?

He woke up alone and heard the water running. Glancing at the clock he realized it was barely dawn and they didn’t have a briefing until 0800. Jack groaned and pulled his pillow over his head. He was almost asleep again when he realized he had to piss and the more he tried to forget about it the more he had to go. Dammit.

He barged into the bathroom, heedless of Daniel’s privacy, and emptied his bladder. Jack briefly toyed with the idea of flushing the toilet to scald the inconsiderate asshole when he realized it would just cause a fight and he wanted to get back to bed. Up to that point he’d managed to ignore Daniel, but when he turned to leave, a low moan was barely audible over the water. Jack couldn’t help looking then and he saw Daniel behind the glass, wet and hard--

Another sharp current of pleasure shot through Jack’s gut and he bit back a groan as he slumped over and buried his reddening face in the cool pillow. It had to be the damn drugs.

He turned his head and rubbed his other cheek against the fabric chilled by the air conditioning. Oh, that felt good.

Jack saw Daniel shiver when the shower door opened and cool air hit his overheated skin. His eyes opened, but he didn’t stop stroking himself. “Jack.” He turned around and faced the tiles, leaning against his free arm and spreading his legs for Jack slip slide behind him.

“Look at you, Boy-O,” Jack murmured. He wasn’t under the spray so the little bit of water splattering him chilled his skin. That sensation only made Daniel feel hotter when Jack pressed up against him and wrapped his arms around Daniel’s chest. “Oh, god.”

Daniel’s head fell back on Jack’s shoulder and he mouthed kisses against Jack’s neck. Jack shuddered when the pleasure rippled through him and he made Daniel hiss with pleasure too when his callous fingers roughly pinched Daniel’s nipples. “I need you, Jack…please…”

Jack was fully awake now and his irritation returned when he realized Daniel was so horny because he hadn’t come to bed the night before. Jack bit down on his shoulder. “You were up all night,” he growled.

“Ahh… I had to finish the translation,” Daniel protested, squirming away from sharp teeth but rubbing back against Jack’s growing erection at the same time.

“You need to sleep, Daniel.”

“I wouldn’t have gotten any sleep in bed anyway, Jack,” Daniel shot back impatiently, “but now the translation is done and there’s time for no sleep together.”

“Together, huh?” Jack linked his fingers with Daniel’s around his cock. “Looks like you’ve got a solo act here.”

Daniel groaned, pushing Jack’s hand away. “Just waiting for you,” he replied. “Jack, I want--”

“I want to watch you come,” Jack cut him off. He stroked Daniel’s thighs and hips, slick skin warm under his hands, and nuzzled his ear, more soft warm skin to lick and suck and make Daniel wobble and sink against him for support. “Do it. Come for me.”

Daniel’s hand sped up and Jack could feel his muscles tremble and strain for release. The pressure was building and Jack held Daniel tighter so he would let go because Jack had him. Suddenly Daniel gasped and sputtered, water filling his gaping mouth before his head lolled forward and he spilled over his clenched fingers.

“Jack.” Daniel twisted out of his grasp and fell to his knees. He buried his face between Jack’s legs and Jack stumbled back against the cold wall, a direct contrast to the hot water beating on his chest and sluicing down over Daniel’s bent head. Jack twisted his fingers in the short wet hair as Daniel’s mouth enveloped him and everything else was forgotten.

“Jack.”

“Daniel.”

“Jack.”

He felt a gentle nudge. Jack lowered the arm he’d tossed over his eyes and looked groggily at Daniel and Dr. Frasier. He was relieved he was too tired to get an erection from the memory, but his heart was pounding hard in his chest and he was sweating under his paper gown. “What?” he snapped, swatting the doctor's hands away. He was afraid she would notice his skin was burning up if she touched him. Then she'd want to keep him longer and run more tests--

Dr. Frasier smiled indulgently. “You can go home if you’d like, Colonel. Daniel has offered to drive you.”

Jack nodded, struggling to sit up. “It’s about damn time.”

“Come on, Jack.” Daniel helped him get upright and Jack let him. He thought Daniel's tone was overly patronizing too, but he'd let that slide as well if it would get him the hell out of there faster.

Dr. Frasier left them alone to finish her paperwork and Daniel helped Jack get dressed around the sling and then guided him out of the infirmary.

“I suppose you’ll be up all night working on your Unas diplomacy,” Jack wondered aloud.

Daniel nodded. “Probably.”

Jack scowled at him. “Refresh my memory. Do you ever sleep?”

Daniel glanced over his shoulder to make sure they were alone in the corridor. “Not when you’re around,” he muttered.

“Because I’m the Colonel,” Jack crowed before he stumbled into the elevator. Damn drugs. “You didn’t see that,” he barked. “That’s an order.”