Days passed, turning into weeks, then months. Jonas quickly adjusted to life outside the SGC and his relationship with Daniel grew easily and painlessly. Each morning, they woke up loving each other more than they did the night before. Daniel insisted on retaining his housekeeper even though Jonas now did all the cooking and regular tidying up. He just could not bring himself to dismiss Mrs. McCreary, a sweet, older widow who treated Daniel like her own son. Moreover, she appreciated his artifact collection as much as he did, caring for it with the attention a museum curator would give a King Tut exhibit.
It made Daniel smile to recall his reintroduction to her when he returned to Earth following his death. He had remembered her as he was setting up his new apartment. Although many of his things had been disposed of, Colonel Jack O'Neill had had the foresight to pack and store many of Daniel's most prized possessions and personal items. O'Neill simply hadn't been able to throw Daniel's life into the trash. Daniel had found his address book and his housekeeper's name had brought back the memories of her. He had picked up the phone and called her.
"Hello, Mrs. McCreary?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied.
"It's me. Daniel Jackson."
He was met with deathly silence.
"Hello? Are you there?"
"I'm here," she said. "But you're not. You're dead. They told me so and your apartment is gone."
"No, I'm not, Mrs. McCreary," Daniel assured her. "It's really me, Daniel. Can I come see you?"
A short time later, he was standing inside the door of Mrs. McCreary's small apartment. She was a tiny lady, but strong and energetic and very opinionated for her age - and one who was not easily pushed around. She stared up at Daniel for a time, measuring him carefully with her keen eyes. With a nod of her head and a quick ‘hmmph', she jabbed his stomach several times with her index finger, then reached up and poked his chest with the fingertips of both hands as Daniel smiled down at her in amusement. She spun him around and pulled Daniel's shirt out of his pants and pulled it up until she saw the tiny scar on his back. She ran an appraising finger along the scar, then pulled down his shirt and tucked it neatly back into his pants. She spun him around again, grabbed his biceps and squeezed, then calmly reached up with one hand and slapped his cheek hard enough to jar Daniel's glasses loose.
"Ow!" Daniel shouted, placing his palm against his cheek.
"You're no ghost," she said. "Ghosts don't say ‘ow'." And then she wrapped her tiny arms around his waist and hugged him. Daniel reached down to return the hug. She was lost against his body, the top of her head barely reaching his chest.
When she had released him, she looked up at him with her hands on her hips and said sternly, "Now, get your face down here so I can kiss it!"
Daniel bent down, his eyes sparkling and his smile bright and friendly. Mrs. McCreary wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him tenderly on the cheek. Her voice was sincere as she said in his ear, "I missed you, Daniel. It's good to see you back again."
She broke the hug and ordered, "Now, sit down. I'll make tea and get you some cookies and you can tell me why you're not dead."
Daniel explained to her that he had been working on an excavation in South America. There had been a massive cave-in at an ancient temple and he had managed to escape, but he had lost his memory when falling rocks had hit him on the head. Everyone else on the expedition had died and it was assumed that he had died as well. He had been found wandering the jungles by a nomadic tribe of natives and he had lived with them until he had been discovered by another team of archaeologists and brought home. His memory was just returning.
Mrs. McCreary seemed to accept his explanation and had spent the next few days helping Daniel unpack and set up his new apartment while he was at work. Things returned to normal very quickly. It was like he'd never been away.
Mrs. McCreary had fallen in love with Jonas the moment she met him, complimenting him often on his ‘Canadian' accent, which always made Daniel smile. She accepted their relationship without question, always referring to them as ‘you boys'. She spent many long hours in the kitchen with Jonas, sharing her favourite recipes and teaching him all she could about cooking and baking. Daniel enjoyed watching them standing at the counter or stove, preparing this or that or learning how to make the other. Whenever Jonas did something correctly, she would give him a polite pat on the bum. If Jonas made a mistake, he received a resounding smack that would set his cheeks quivering - all four of them! The first time he got smacked, Jonas had yelped in surprise. She just said, "With all that padding you've got back there, I'm surprised you could even feel it. Now, shut up and stir!" But, Jonas loved her, too. He quickly became her ‘second son'.
She had awakened them one morning as she was dusting the bedside table, accidentally dropping and smashing the large candle (which she later replaced at her own insistence). As usual, Jonas was sleeping with his head resting comfortably on Daniel's chest. Their arms were wrapped around each other, the blankets gathered loosely at their waists. At the sound of the loud ‘thump', Jonas twisted around to look at her as Daniel hastened to grab the blankets and cover themselves. Mrs. McCreary simply looked at them, one hand on her hip, and said, "You boys need to lighten up. You know that? Especially you, Daniel. Do you think you've got something I haven't seen before?" Daniel smiled in spite of his embarrassment. "Mind you, I haven't seen quite so much of it all in one room, but I'm a crazy, lonely old lady. What are you gonna do?" She shrugged her shoulders. "I'll go make myself a coffee while you boys do what you need to do," she added. "When you're done, I'll come in and finish cleaning here and in the bathroom. And Jonas?" she said with a warning wag of her finger, "don't you even dare think about changing those sheets! That's my job."
Then she casually leaned over, gave each a kiss and a pat on the forehead, and left the room.
Jonas began his job at Stargate Command while still devoting every other Monday and Tuesday to his responsibilities on Kelowna. Daniel had returned with him for a few days during his first stand-down to help close up the apartment and to help bring back Jonas' most prized possessions. His collection of books and historical items had been first to be packed, of course, along with a few treasured photo albums and a number of little trinkets from his childhood. He brought back no furniture and only the Kelownan clothing he would need for his duties there. The rest he donated to a local orphanage to do with as they would. The orphanage in which he had grown up had closed long ago.
Jonas quickly became swept up with life on Earth. During his time with SG-1, his experiences on the ‘outside' had been severely limited. Now, he could go where he pleased and do what he pleased. By December, he'd received his driver's license and Daniel rewarded him with a new, blue car which matched the colour of his eyes.
Holidays became an obsession for him. Hallowe'en came first, and Jonas bought enough candy to stock a small candy store. The apartment had been decorated in typical haunted house style with paper skeletons and ghosts hanging everywhere and artificial spider webs covering just about everything. Only seven Trick or Treaters from the apartment complex showed up at the door, but Jonas, dressed as a zombie, and Daniel, dressed in camouflage, cheerfully handed out handfuls of candy to each child. Daniel took the remaining candy to a local homeless shelter a few days later, but only after Jonas had sorted through the pile to take out the candy he liked best.
Thanksgiving was a turning point of sorts for them, and it all came about as a result of a visit by a delightful and surprisingly wise young lady.
Jonas had planned Thanksgiving dinner weeks in advance. He had issued invitations to Sam and Jack, of course, as well as to Teal'c, Janet Fraiser and her adopted daughter, Cassandra, and General Hammond. Only the General declined due to his annual Thanksgiving dinner with his granddaughters.
The group arrived promptly at 2 PM, chauffeured by a driver from SGC, allowing them to drink without having to worry about driving home. Daniel had bought a case of Jack's favourite beer and had a well-stocked bar for the others. For Teal'c, he had plenty of milk and juice in the refrigerator and, for Cassandra, there were plenty of soft drinks from which she could choose. Bowls and candy dishes were spread around the livingroom, filled with various potato chips, pretzels, nuts, and a number of other treats, including some candy bars left over from Jonas' Hallowe'en stash.
Sam was seated at one end of the sofa and Jonas sat at the other end while Daniel sat between them. Janet and Cassandra sat on the love seat across from them, separated by a large coffee table. Jack sat on a matching chair set at one end of the table and Teal'c sat beside him on a wooden chair. The mouth-watering smell of roasting turkey filled the apartment.
Jonas played bartender, refilling everyone's glasses when necessary and topping up the treats as needed. They sat there, talking for almost an hour, laughing and joking. Cassandra remained silent most of the time, simply enjoying the company and taking in everything that was going on around her, but her gaze returned often to Daniel and Jonas. She watched them carefully as she sat there listening to the various tidbits of conversation. No-one paid her much attention.
Suddenly, she asked in a very serious voice, "Daniel, do you love Jonas?"
"Cassie!" Janet said loudly.
Daniel held up his hand and said, "It's okay, Janet. I don't mind." Turning his attention to the young lady sitting across from him, he found her eyes staring directly into his own as if she were looking into his mind. "Yes, Cassandra, I do."
She held the stare for another long moment, deep in concentration. The room was deathly silent. Her gaze shifted to find Jonas' eyes. Without blinking, she asked, "Do you love Daniel?"
"Yes, I do," Jonas replied.
She held his gaze, searching for something which no-one else could see.
"Why don't you show it?" she asked quietly.
Janet Fraiser sat forward and turned toward her adopted daughter. "Cassie! Don't be rude!"
"I'm not being rude, Mom," Cassie objected. "It's not right and it's not fair. I want to know why they don't show it."
Janet began to speak, her face creased with anger, but Daniel held up his hand again and spoke her name, stopping her. Leaning forward, elbows on his knees, hands clasped together in front of him, Daniel asked carefully, "What isn't right or fair, Cassie."
"Look at you," she said, indicating them with a sweep of her hand. "You've been sitting there for almost an hour and you haven't even touched each other. I haven't seen you hug each other or even hold hands."
Daniel glanced at Janet, who merely shrugged. "We don't do that when other people are around, Cassie," Daniel explained.
"Why not? You love each other, right? This is your home, right? You hugged Mom and Sam and me when we came in. You even hugged Colonel O'Neill. Why are you afraid to hug Jonas?"
"It wouldn't be appropriate for me to do that."
Daniel looked to Jonas for an answer. Jonas had nothing to offer.
"Well, it's just not appropriate," Daniel said desperately.
Teal'c's deep, commanding voice broke the sudden silence. All eyes turned to him as he said softly, "Cassandra Fraiser sees with the eyes of a child, but she speaks with the wisdom of the Ancients." He gave Cassandra a nod of congratulation. Then, to Daniel and Jonas, he said, "I, too, am now wondering why you fear to display even the most simple acts of affection. Is it, perhaps, that you are ashamed?"
Daniel shrugged and said, "We're not ashamed, Teal'c. It's just not acceptable behaviour."
Teal'c raised his eyebrow, the fingers of his hands touching each other. He continued. "But it is acceptable for you to display your friendship and affection to O'Neill?"
"Well," Daniel said, "yes."
"Teal'c knows what I'm talking about," Cassandra said firmly. "He understands what I mean."
Teal'c again bowed his head to Cassandra.
"They're right, Daniel," Sam said. "I haven't noticed it before, but now that they mention it. . ."
Cassandra repeated her earlier question. "So, why don't you show it?"
Daniel's mind raced, searching for answers he couldn't find. "It's hard to explain, Cassie. It's not something two men should do together in front of other people."
"But we're not ‘other people'," Cassie announced. "We're your friends."
Daniel looked desperately to Janet for help.
Jack O'Neill's voice suddenly rang throughout the room. "Oh, for crying out loud!" he said, slamming his empty beer bottle onto the coffee table, causing everyone to jump. He rose to his feet and moved to stand at the other end of the coffee table near Jonas and Daniel.
Daniel watched him carefully, his face full of wariness. "Ja-a-a-a-ck? What are you doi-i-i-i-ng?"
Jack gave him a stern look and said, "Shut up, Daniel!" Then, to Jonas, he said, "Jonas, move over."
"Jack. . .?" Daniel repeated, concern filling his voice.
Jack pointed a warning finger at him, the look on his face clearly showing that he meant business. Daniel fell silent. To Jonas, he repeated, "Move!"
A wary Jonas slid closer to Daniel.
"More," Jack ordered. Jonas slid over until his side was pressed against Daniel, who immediately began to pull away. Again, Jack's stern and commanding voice filled the room. "Daniel, stand down!" Daniel settled back against Jonas, his eyes locked on Jack's face. He watched, surprised, as the ‘Colonel' in Jack's face suddenly faded away to be replaced by a look of accomplishment and satisfaction. A small smile appeared.
"There," he said, clasping his hands together. "We're getting somewhere. Now, Daniel, put your arm around Jonas."
Daniel looked at Jonas.
"Come on, Danny," Jack said. "I'm not getting any younger."
Daniel glanced quickly at the others. When he looked at Cassandra, he was met with a tiny, happy smile. Her eyes twinkled. She nodded encouragement to him. With a sigh of defeat, Daniel lifted his left arm, placed it loosely behind Jonas' neck.
"Well," Jack said, "That's a start at least. Can't you do any better? Hold onto him like I'm about to take him away from you."
Daniel's arm pulled Jonas tighter to him, his forearm hanging over his shoulder, the palm of his hand now resting on Jonas' upper arm, fingers splayed over the bicept.
"Good," Jack said. "Now, Jonas? Hold Daniel's hand."
Jonas reached out and took Daniel's hand in his own, their fingers interlocking, their hands settling into Daniel's lap.
"Perfecto!" Jack announced with a flair. "Now," he continued, "look around you."
They did, their gaze moving slowly from one person to another until they returned to Jack.
"You will notice that none of us have tossed our cookies," he said as he leaned forward. "We are all still here and none of us are running out of the room in disgust." He leaned back again, his voice becoming calm and sincere. "Look. We may not understand the love you two have for each other, but we understand what love is You should never, ever be ashamed of it, especially when you're with friends who care about you."
Jack paused and took a deep, relaxing breath. "Now, I can't speak for the rest of the group, but I like this picture," he said with a sweep of his hand. "You two deserve each other. You look happy and you deserve to be happy. You look scared, too, but you look happy. And, I have to admit, you look damned cute together."
Jonas laughed, but Daniel's eyes were wet with tears. Jack could be stubborn and ornery sometimes, but he could still be a damned good friend. He subconsciously pulled his arm tighter, drawing Jonas closer to him.
"Look, guys," Jack continued quietly, "you're surrounded by your friends here. There are five people here who care very much for both of you. We're not dummies. . . . Well, not all of us, anyway. But we all know how you feel about each other. We'd have to be blind not to. There is no reason for you to think you have to hide yourselves from us."
Daniel released Jonas and stood up, moving to stand in front of Jack and taking him into his arms in a warm, grateful hug. Jack's arms wrapped around Daniel and held him as well.
"Thank you, Jack," Daniel said, his voice slightly muffled by Jack's shoulder.
"You're welcome, Daniel." Jack broke the hug. When Daniel leaned back, Jack had a huge grin on his face. He reached up and messed Daniel's hair in a friendly way. "Space Monkey," he added.
Daniel laughed. Then, walking over to Cassandra, he took her by the hand and brought her to her feet, wrapping his arms around her in a long, warm, grateful hug. "You are one very special young lady, Cassie," he said sincerely. "Thank you so much."
When he ended the hug, Jonas was right beside him, ready to take his place.
* * * * *
Christmas came, and, once again, Jonas took things into his own hands and decorated every part of the apartment which could be decorated. Garland and tinsel and silver snowflakes and twinkling lights were everywhere. A huge pine tree, decorated to the nines, reached to the ceiling.
Jonas and Daniel had already opened their own gifts after a rather intense Christmas-morning love session and bath. They sat side-by-side on the sofa, their naked bodies pressed together as they shared the moment.
Daniel had bought Jonas a new watch, a gold chain necklace with a heart medallion on which had been engraved "To Jonas with Love. Daniel" and a hand-held video game with a number of game cartridges. It had taken Daniel a long time to gather the courage to have the heart engraved, but he truly wanted it done for Jonas. He eventually swallowed his pride and dictated the words he wished engraved. Instead of the expected snickers and snide looks and remarks, the young man behind the counter simply checked the spellings of the names, smiled, and announced that it would be ready for pick-up on Thursday. Jonas left the watch and the game in their boxes, but he asked Daniel to put the chain on him immediately. When Daniel had done so, Jonas held the heart in his fingers, reading the inscription once again. He kissed it, and then he kissed Daniel.
Jonas thought Daniel was a bit embarrassed by the pile of gifts waiting to be opened, but he watched eagerly as Daniel began to open them. His smiles were blinding and his excitement could not be disguised. He loved the holiday, and he loved the looks on Daniel's handsome face as he opened each gift. Daniel laughed out loud when he opened one small box and found a large supply of condoms and lubrication gel. They would never have to go shopping again, he thought. Jonas beamed as he kissed Daniel on the cheek and made him promise that he would use every bit of it. Daniel knew it would be an easy promise to keep. He truly enjoyed making love to the beautiful young man beside him.
By noon, their guests began arriving. Jonas had cleared away the morning's festivities and arranged a new mountain of gifts under the tree. The turkey was roasting in the oven and the potatoes were all peeled and sliced, ready to be cooked and mashed. The refrigerator was filled with various salads, pickles, and cheese, waiting to be set out. There were several home-baked pies and two large trays of cookies and cakes on the coffee table. A special tray was piled high with jelly doughnuts.
Jonas greeted each guest with the excitement of a five-year-old boy. Daniel was more subdued. Sam was first to arrive and Jonas almost crushed her in his bear-like clutches. After greeting her, Daniel took her coat and her shopping bag of gifts. He set the bag beside the tree and took her coat to the bedroom where he lay it on the bed. Jack and Teal'c arrived next. Neither were immune to Jonas' enthusiastic greeting. Even Teal'c relented when Jonas eagerly wrapped his arms around the huge man in a friendly hug. Janet and Cassie arrived shortly afterward. The pile of gifts under the tree grew even higher.
General Hammond arrived late. He would not be joining them for dinner, but he could stay for an hour or so. With all his guests around him, Jonas quickly recruited Daniel to help him hand out all the gifts. Daniel sat beside Jonas, hand-in-hand, watching Jonas' face as his eyes moved swiftly from person to person, not wanting to miss any of the excitement. Daniel had thought Jonas had gone way overboard in the Christmas celebration and he had been a bit embarrassed by it, but then he began to hear all the ‘ooos' and ‘ahhhs' and all the ‘thank yous' and gasps around him. He had never seen Jonas happier or with bigger smiles. He glanced around at all his friends and he saw more joy and excitement and friendship in one room than he had ever seen before. He couldn't help but be swept up in the moment, in the excitement and happiness his lover had caused.
Daniel placed his fingers tenderly on Jonas' chin and turned his face toward his own. Their gazes locked and he stared into the deep, cobalt blue of Jonas' eyes as his palm moved to rest upon Jonas' cheek. He didn't hear Cassandra's urgent ‘shhh'. He didn't notice the silence falling about the room. He didn't notice as everyone turned their attention to both himself and Jonas.
Daniel's eyes, moist with tears, flitted back and forth between Jonas' eyes for a long moment. He spoke in a hushed voice. "Do you have any idea what you have done here today? Do you have any idea how happy you've made me for the happiness you've given to our friends?" Daniel paused, watching as Jonas' eyes grew moist, matching his own eyes which were quickly filling up with tears. "I love you so much, Jonas Quinn." And then he leaned into a loving and tender kiss followed by a powerful and prolonged hug.
When they finally separated and noticed the silence in the room, they looked up to see Cassandra standing in front of them. "You have just given me the best present you could ever give," she said. "I love you guys." Cassie bent over slightly, wrapping one arm around each of their necks and pulling them into a warm hug as she smothered their cheeks with kisses.
* * * * *
The festivities were over and everyone had gone home. General Hammond had left soon after the gifts were opened. Everyone else had helped to clean up the mess left by the discarded wrapping paper while Jonas, at his own insistence, had set about preparing Christmas dinner. Sam, Janet and Cassandra had insisted that they clean up after dinner, helped briefly by Teal'c. It soon became very apparent, though, that his bulk left very little room in the kitchen for anyone else. He was quickly retired to the livingroom with ‘the guys'.
As afternoon turned into evening, the friends gathered their belongings and, one by one, left for home. Daniel and Jonas were finally alone.
Daniel ordered Jonas to sit on the sofa, threatening him with his life if he moved from the spot until he was told to do otherwise. He grabbed the wine and glasses and disappeared into the bedroom and on into the en suite where he began to prepare their bath. As water flowed, he lit the candles, poured the wine, turned out the lights, then stripped himself of all his clothes.
Sex between Daniel and Jonas had not lost any of its excitement although the novelty had worn off quite some time ago. Several days could pass with no sexual activity whatsoever. That didn't bother Daniel and, apparently, didn't bother Jonas, either. They were content simply to be with each other. Merely holding each other in silence was equally pleasurable and satisfying. Their love for each other was much deeper than the sex.
Mind you, Daniel enjoyed the sex. He was always surprised and impressed that Jonas could find new ways to please him. Whereas Daniel still had emotional barriers when it came to what he would consider doing to and for Jonas, it appeared that Jonas had no such barriers. He had proven time and time again that he wasn't afraid of a single part of Daniel's body. Daniel couldn't think of a single part of his body which didn't know the touch of Jonas' lips or tongue, except, perhaps, for the soles of his feet. He had been momentarily repulsed by the idea when Jonas first slipped his tongue between the cheeks of his ass and tickled the asshole hidden between them, but the extreme pleasure he received from it quickly removed any thoughts he might have had about asking Jonas to stop. Still, Daniel had not been able to bring himself to do the same for Jonas. Things were changing in his mind, though. Barriers were slowly coming down, and he had one more special Christmas gift to give to Jonas that night.
When the tub was full, he turned off the faucets and called out to Jonas, who appeared moments later.
Daniel began with a long kiss and powerful embrace, enjoying the feeling of his nakedness being pressed against the still-clothed body of his lover. He could feel the mound of Jonas' crotch growing against his own as blood flowed into it. Soon, it was pressing with unbridled lust into his balls.
He stripped Jonas very slowly, taking his time and interrupting often with more kisses. When Jonas was finally and totally naked, Daniel stepped into the tub and reached out his hand. Jonas took it and Daniel helped him in. Following one more kiss, the two were soon settled in their usual places with Jonas comfortably settled against Daniel's solid body.
They sat is silence, simply enjoying the calm relaxation following the very busy day. The only words Daniel spoke were to ask Jonas to sing Out of the Wind for him again. Jonas happily obliged.
A half-hour later, the bathroom was a mess. Daniel had blown out the candles, but clothes and wet towels still littered the tile floor. The bathtub hadn't even been drained. Daniel had simply taken Jonas by the hand and lead him to bed.
Jonas lay on his back this time, Daniel lying on top of him, chest to chest, smothering his face with kisses. Their hard cocks lay beside each other, trapped securely between their stomachs. Daniel's heavy, loose balls rested comfortably against Jonas' balls.
Daniel's kisses were tender and full of love. He discovered one spot on Jonas' neck which sent Jonas' cock into a heated rampage, swelling and pumping against his skin. He could feel Jonas quivering beneath him, his breath coming in short, rapid gasps, his arms holding onto Daniel and his fingers digging into Daniel's back. Jonas' excitement caused his own cock to jump in response.
The agonizingly slow journey down Jonas' body began. Daniel repositioned himself slightly, the head of Jonas' cock now trapped against Daniel's navel. He spent some time teasing Jonas' shoulders and pecs with gentle kisses before surprising Jonas by pushing his face into Jonas' armpits. Jonas moaned in delight as Daniel kissed and nipped at the soft hairs he found there. He spent considerable time teasing Jonas' nipples, nipping and chewing gently at the tiny nubs, his fingers tweaking the other, before continuing down his body. He paused at the belly button, circling it with the tip of his tongue and digging into it, before suctioning the hard cock past his lips and eagerly into his mouth. Daniel no-longer gagged when the cockhead pressed against his throat, but he was still unable to take the cock any deeper than that. He never stopped trying, though. Much to his dismay, this would not be the night when he would succeed.
After a few minutes of sucking the tube of flesh he loved so dearly, Daniel moved further down to tongue and kiss Jonas' balls, slipping his arms under Jonas' knees as he rested on his elbows. With gentle and tender care, he sucked the loose eggs into the warm comfort of his mouth - first one, then the other. Jonas writhed beneath him, his moans and groans becoming more frequent.
Daniel returned to the cock for a minute or two, then, with determination, he began to kiss his way down the shaft, over the balls, and onto the secret spot beneath them. Jonas' balls rested against Daniel's nose as he tongued and teased the sensitive skin, hips rising and falling in excitement. In a sudden, determined move, Daniel pushed up with his arms. He could feel Jonas' legs lifting and he moved his hands into position at the back of Jonas' knees. With very little encouragement, Jonas' legs lifted and a long sigh of anticipation escaped his lips. His ass opened itself to Daniel as he grabbed his legs with anxious hands and pulled his knees to his chest. Daniel's face slid into the valley opened before him. His lips quickly found the forbidden circle, announced by a sudden loud groan and a heave of Jonas' hips.
Daniel's tongue emerged from his lips and warily tickled the wrinkled skin. This was followed quickly by more eager licks and kisses until, only moments later, his tongue began to attack the clenched hole. Jonas' moans increased significantly in volume and his hand moved on its own to wrap around his throbbing cock to begin urgent and furious stroking. There was no shame in his masturbation as his balls bounced against Daniel's forehead. Daniel, encouraged by the pleasure he knew he was giving to the love of his life, pushed harder with his tongue, pressing into Jonas with a desire which surprised even himself.
Jonas' groans became louder still, and Daniel could feel his stroking becoming faster and faster. Jonas' asshole began to clench and unclench in a regular and desperate rhythm. Daniel moved quickly to his knees, squatting between Jonas' legs and allowing them to drop to the bed. With a loving touch, he cradled Jonas' balls in the fingers of one hand while the fingers and thumb of the other moved to the bouncing pectorals to pinch the erected nubs of his nipples. Jonas' voice rose almost to a subdued scream as his hips began to pump. With his knees bent and his feet flattened on the bed, Jonas' hips rose, the bubble-butt cheeks of his rounded ass suspended in mid air. With a final stroke, his cock exploded. Semen shot out in a thick, long stream, firing onto his face and past his head to splatter against the wall behind him .
Daniel watched in amazement as Jonas pumped stream after stream of milky-white fluid from his balls, spattering against his stomach and chest, onto his face and into his hair. Daniel's right hand abandoned Jonas' heaving chest and moved quickly to his own cock, stroking quickly in his need to cum. Jonas looked up in time to see Daniel rising up on his knees. Daniel's fist was a blurred piston, his fingers flying over his cock. His other hand dropped between his legs to cradle his balls in his fingers. The strokes suddenly slowed as Daniel grimaced and squeezed. Cum torpedoed out of the slit at the tip of his cockhead and splashed onto Jonas' face, blending and mixing with the cum already there. Another shot blasted out leaving a trail of cum from Jonas' chin to his cock. Daniel's orgasm continued as more and more juice pumped out onto Jonas' body.
When it was finished, Daniel collapsed in exhaustion onto his lover. Together, they gasped air into their lungs, their hearts pounding inside their chests, beating against each other. Slowly, their bodies calmed themselves and Daniel pressed his lips to Jonas' lips. They kissed for a long time, the cum splattered on Jonas' face transferring itself to Daniel's. If Daniel even noticed, he didn't seem to mind.
Finally lifting his head, Daniel stared into Jonas' beautiful eyes for a long moment. "Merry Christmas, Jonas," he said raggedly. "I love you."
Jonas gave him a quick hug and whispered, "I love you, too, Daniel."
Daniel rolled to his side, his arm still tossed over Jonas' chest. Jonas rolled to face his lover. Daniel's arm slid to his side and came to rest on his back. Jonas did the same with his own arm. And they fell asleep that way.
* * * * *
Mrs. McCreary had expected the apartment to be a disaster area following previous day's festivities. She had hoped to surprise her boys by cleaning it all up for them and was, herself, surprised to find almost everything cleaned up and all the dishes washed and put away. She put on a pot of coffee and set about doing what tidying up remained. When there was nothing left to be done, she prepared a cup of coffee for herself and sat at the table, sipping it slowly.
She finished her coffee and washed the mug, then she moved to the bedroom door and opened it quietly. Her boys lay naked and sleeping atop the dark blankets of the bed in the dimly-lit room, Daniel now on his back and Jonas nestled on his chest. She saw a new chain around Jonas' neck and the attached heart lying on Daniel's chest. The large candle still burned on the table beside them. She would have to reprimand them for that, but she would do it later.
Mrs. McCreary was an odd sort. Whereas most people would have run from the room in embarrassment, Mrs. McCreary did not seem to even notice their nakedness. Instead, she saw only the vision of two young men - two men whom she loved dearly - deeply and enchantingly in love with each other. She had once enjoyed a love such as that - a love which had lasted for 43 years. And now, at 66 years of age, she could see the same love in her two boys, and it made her smile.
She noticed their morning erections, of course. It was difficult not to notice them. But, if she noticed the dried semen plastered over their bodies, she made no indication of it. She thought for a moment to get a another sheet to cover them, if only for Daniel's sake, but they looked so peaceful and content in their sleep and she was afraid she would wake them up. Instead, she tiptoed over to the candle and blew it out. She went, then, to the bathroom and smiled to herself. Her boys had, she thought to herself, enjoyed a night they would remember for a long, long time.
Mrs. McCreary gently closed the door behind her and set to work emptying and cleaning the tub. She picked up all the clothes and towels scattered about the floor and put them into the laundry hamper. She would come back tomorrow to wash them. She didn't mind. She loved her boys. It made her happy to see them so happy together. And they were perfect for each other. Their deep love for each other was obvious, and she envied them for it. She knew that Daniel would be upset and embarrassed when he realized that she had seen him the way she had, but, she thought with a small snicker, Daniel needed to take a few chill pills. His body was just as handsome as his face, and he should be proud of it instead of shamed by it and covering it up the way he always did. Jonas, of course, wouldn't be bothered at all. Jonas didn't seem to be bothered by anything. He always dressed to compliment himself rather than to hide it. Of course, she thought with a toothy grin, he would have to wear a tent in order to hide that backside of his. His only fault was that he seemed to be acutely unaware of how handsome he actually was. "Those crazy Canadians," she thought, shaking her head.
When the bathroom finally met her approval, she returned to the bedroom where she stood beside the bed for a moment. Kissing her fingers and pressing them gently to each forehead, she whispered softly, "Merry Christmas, boys," and then she left the room, carefully closing the door behind her.
She took one more look around her. The rest could wait until the next morning. She left the apartment, checking twice to be sure the door was securely locked, and walked quietly down the hall.
To Be Continued
Preview of Chapter 14
Sam paused, her eyes moist with tears. She diverted her gaze downward. Her voice was barely above a whisper as he continued. "I cried for days when you died. It was one of the saddest days of my life." She looked back into Daniel's eyes. "If I could have traded places with you, I would have."
"I know," Daniel said gently.
Turning to Jonas, she said, her voice taking on a serious and surprisingly angry tone. "I hated you for that, Jonas. I hated you because Daniel was dead and you weren't. I hated you for thinking you could take his place on SG-1. I tolerated you because I had to - not because I wanted to."