Title: As The Sun Rises
Author: Sonata Night
Rating: R
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Summary: Just a few minutes in the early morning wake-up of Daniel and Jack.
Notes: Because Draco is still my muse and I dedicate all my Stargate fic to her. Still set around Season 1, since that's all I've seen. :P I'll move past there soon. Was supposed to be a 5 or 6 paragraph cutesy fic. It is now insanely NOT that.
Disclaimer: Fish are friends, not food - Erhm, I mean, all of this is purely from my imagination.
Archive: If you think it's good enough, drop me a line at jiradamister@writing.com and archive away.



In the last few months, Daniel had started to pick up on Jack's traits. Daniel was slightly anal about his house and keeping it clean. And then he'd started staying with Jack overnight every now and then. And then one night, he'd fallen asleep on the couch next to Jack. He slid sideways, head falling to rest against Jack's shoulder, and Jack looked over and rubbed his hand through Daniel's soft hair, watched Daniel actually yawn and turn more against Jack in his sleep.

And Jack had smiled, tugged down a blanket that was lying on the back of the couch, and moved to let Daniel curl up on the couch, removing the other man's glasses and setting them on the table. Sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch, every now and then he could feel Daniel's breath on his neck every now and then. He flipped through the channels before turning off the television and heading to bed.

When he woke up the next day, Daniel was still asleep, but he woke up as soon as Jack started to make coffee for him. He wandered in, his shirt having been lost at some point in the night. As he wrapped the blanket tighter around his wrinkled jeans and got a coffee cup, blinked at Jack with his glasses not on yet, Jack had to laugh. "Sweet dreams, sleeping beauty?"

"Guess so." Daniel shrugged. "Didn't really dream much." Jack patted his shoulder and headed to where Daniel had been sleeping to snag his glasses and return, placing them on Daniel's face. They ended up slightly lopsided and Jack grinned until Daniel adjusted them with a slight frown before pouring coffee for himself. "Mind if I use your shower?"

Jack gestured towards the bathroom and started going through his cabinets for something to eat. It was a warm, early spring day and they didn't have to work that day. They were planning on just hanging out and watching some old Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers flicks. When Daniel re-emerged twenty minutes later wrapped in a towel, long hair slicked back off his face, a few strands working free from the rest to fall in his face, Jack looked at him. "Planning on getting dressed, Danny-boy?"

Daniel coughed. "Actually, I was wondering if I could borrow some of your clothes. I hadn't planned on crashing here last night. I was going to come back tomorrow after I'd showered and dressed at my place-"

"Daniel, yeah, you can borrow some of my clothes. Go ahead." Jack mumbled around a mouthful of corn flakes. He decided that it didn't taste quite sweet enough and dumped a third teaspoon of sugar over the cereal, crunching down on the food. Daniel mumbled his thanks again and disappeared again into Jack's room, re-emerging a few minutes later wearing a faded Jimmy Buffet teeshirt and even more faded and ripped blue jeans that were just slightly too long for him and fell over his toes that Daniel curled and uncurled in the carpet, the worn material having become soft from many wearings and washings, holes in the kneecaps and one on his right thigh. He

Jack smiled at him. "Interesting choice of clothing."

Daniel looked down and then gave Jack a bemused look. "Wouldn't have pegged you for a Jimmy Buffet fan." Jack mumbled something about liking the Champs and any song that was titled after alcohol, but Daniel was still looking disbelieving. Jack held up a bagel from a nearby bag (he'd picked them up yesterday and had a couple left) and tossed it at Daniel. Daniel took it and then fumbled for the little container of cream cheese that was also thrown at him. Daniel stared at Jack as Jack held up the butterknife and shook his head, hurrying to take the utensil. "Don't you dare." He warned.

And Jack had ruffled Daniel's still wet hair and wandered to the bathroom to take his own shower.

~~~

Of course, then came the night that Daniel ended up getting sick from too much alcohol and Jack had directed him to Jack's bedroom, laid Daniel down and watched the man undo his pants and wiggle out of them slowly, letting them drop to the side of the bed. It was probably the first time that Daniel hadn't put his clothes in a hamper, Jack thought to himself, and watched as the man removed his shirt. And as he did, he realised just how low Daniel's boxers were. Daniel moved to adjust them but not before Jack got a fairly good view of the trail of hair leading underneath.

And since he didn't really feel like sleeping on the couch, because how did Daniel sleep there; the damn thing was very uncomfortable, he ended up taking off his own shirt and jeans and sliding in next to Daniel, settling on his back. As an afterthought, he got up, moved the trash bin to Daniel's side of the bed in case he needed it, and then tucked himself back in.

He didn't sleep easy that night; instead, he was up for most of it making sure that Daniel wasn't going to vomit in his sleep and choke. Around four in the morning, Daniel stirred and groaned, rubbed his eyes and mouth. Jack lifted his head from the pillow and looked at him. "Hey there, Danny-boy. You feeling alright?" Daniel nodded and opened his eyes enough to squint at Jack.

"Have you slept yet?"

Jack lifted his hand and made a "so-so" motion in the air, and Daniel instantly looked contrite. "I'm sorry, Jack. I didn't mean to keep you up. I'm fine now. I'll go sleep on the couch or something so you can get some real rest."

Jack rolled his eyes. "You can stay here, Daniel. I'm tired enough that I could sleep through a tornado." And with that, he turned over and closed his eyes and was out in minutes.

~~~

And eventually came the night where Jack woke up with Daniel next to him during the middle of a storm and found that Daniel was wide awake, looking out the window, propped up on one elbow. The flashes of lightning lit his face up and turned his eyes nearly electric-blue before leaving him in a fog of shadows, just staring. He looked entranced by the storm and Jack watched him for a minute before Daniel noticed.

"Sorry." Daniel apologised. "It was just really ... I don't know. It made me feel really alive." Jack waved at him and continued watching him. Daniel looked at Jack and his lips curved into a smile that Jack saw with the next flash of light. They both jumped at the sudden spatter of rain that hit the window and then Daniel got out of the bed, walked out of the room. Jack yawned, followed him curiously. Daniel grabbed his jeans off the floor (he'd at least folded them) and pulled them up, the hem of his boxers just barely peeking out, and Jack was glad he was wearing a teeshirt and sweatpants, followed Daniel outside into the storm.

Daniel sat down on the porch, pulled his knees to his chest, and watched. Jack settled in next to him, ignoring the droplets of rain that blew inwards from the wind to smack him in the face. And when Daniel turned to stare at Jack, Jack shifted a bit. "Daniel?" He asked. Daniel looked away without replying, which slightly annoyed Jack.

"No, you can't do that, Daniel. Now you have to tell me what you were thinking." And Daniel looked at him again

"Just thinking that you've been really nice to me ever since, well, Sha're and everything we've been through. I guess I realised it the most after we ended up saving the world from Apophis." Daniel was looking at Jack, but not at his eyes. His face, most likely his lips, and Jack wondered why that was. Figured it out a moment later when he realised that Daniel was leaning in and felt a sudden shiver run through him. Daniel liked him? And then Daniel pulled back, didn't kiss him.

Jack didn't know what to think. The idea of Daniel liking him was... interesting. It was against the rules, on more than one level. One, because they were both men. And although Jack had nothing against two men together, he wasn't gay. Of course, in a strange way, that wasn't really too applicable with Daniel. Daniel was just Daniel. And Jack couldn't think of any other men who he would sleep willingly in bed with, not wearing much clothing, and be comfortable doing that with.

So now he and Daniel were staring at each other, and they weren't talking. And the lightning was now providing illumination for half of Daniel's face and the other side was still masked in darkness. It was oddly ethereal and Jack found himself comparing it to Daniel, how he had sides that Jack couldn't see and sides that he showed to Jack so openly, and sometimes it was the most revealing thing he'd ever seen.

And then he realised that it was he who was now leaning in towards Daniel, wondering why he was, but not stopping. Maybe he could just try it out and see what it was like to kiss Daniel. And he did, and Daniel's lips were soft, a bit dry. Daniel didn't kiss him back, however, and when Jack pulled back, Daniel was staring at him in confusion. "Jack?"

Jack didn't really know what to think now, and so he just sort of looked at the rain again.

"How come?" Daniel finally asked.

Jack turned to him, and Daniel had turned more, most of his face illuminated now by the lightning, because he wasn't really looking at Jack anymore. And Jack didn't answer for a long time.

"I was curious to know what it would feel like."

Daniel nodded, still not looking at Jack, looking almost like he wasn't paying attention. "Did you like it?" He asked.

"I don't know, Daniel. You didn't exactly kiss me back. From what I could tell, it wasn't bad." Jack said, slightly sarcastic, and Daniel scowled at him but smiled a moment later.

"So... would you want to try it again?" Daniel asked, stealing a glance at Jack. And Jack looked at him, a grin suddenly stealing across his face, because that was absurd and completely fitting for what had just happened.

"Uhm, sure." Jack replied, surprising himself. Except this wasn't really surprising, and then Daniel was kissing him again. And there was a moment of hesitation before they shifted and Jack was leaning against brick with Daniel taking control of the kiss (again, a surprise, maybe because Jack was still too shocked at himself to do anything else). When Daniel's tongue slid forward, ran over Jack's lips for a moment, Jack let his mouth part and felt Daniel slide his tongue in. He wondered if Daniel was going to be a good kisser because he was a good lingust and then mentally chastised himself because of course he was, and Jack could tell because Daniel was doing something wonderful with his tongue, massaging Jack's tongue, pressing against it, and it was wetslickheat between them for a minute before they parted.

Daniel pulled back, blushing a little, and Jack had to admit that it had been a very good kiss. "Not bad at all." He breathed out, reminiscent of after they had saved the world, of when he'd seen Daniel for the first time.

Jack looked at the sky, which was lightening as daybreak approached, although the rain wasn't letting up. "Let's go back inside." He murmured. When they got back to the bed, Daniel looked at him with a worried expression.

"What does this mean for us?" Daniel asked. "Was that just a one time thing?"

Jack didn't know what to say yet so instead, he leaned over and hugged Daniel hard, didn't let go, and finally Daniel returned the embrace. And Jack had a feeling that it wasn't going to be the last kiss that they shared.

Jack was right. A few nights later, they kissed again, and this time, Daniel started to slide his fingers down Jack's stomach to between his thighs. "Can I?" He asked. And Jack arched his hips and nodded, clamping his hand on Daniel's arm and kissing him hard.

And they didn't fall asleep until the morning came, taking their time, spending nearly four hours with just exploring and kissing and everything they could, and Jack was surprised at how very good it felt and how very right it felt. When Daniel fell asleep, one arm thrown over Jack's hip, his face to Jack's neck and chest to Jack's back, warm and sticky and oddly romantic, Jack found himself drifting to sleep for the little time they had before getting to SGC.

~~~

And now it was three months later. Daniel had definitely picked up on Jack's bad habit of dropping clothing where he took them off. He'd done that last night after his shower and Jack looked at the pile of clothing lying by the door. Jack wasn't about to wake Daniel up. They'd just returned from a mission where they'd all nearly been killed, and Hammond had been nice enough to let them have the next few days off to recuperate.

And so Jack had one arm tightly wrapped around Daniel. He wasn't about to let him go, because Daniel had come to mean a hell of a lot more than he would have ever expected. When he tightened his arm around Daniel and pushed his nose into Daniel's hair, inhaled, smelled shampoo and the distinct Daniel smell, he smiled to himself. Daniel tilted his head back as he woke up. "Jack?"

"Morning." Jack murmured, stroking his fingers down Daniel's hip and then dropping them from there to where Daniel's morning erection was. "Look by the door." Daniel blearily focused and didn't see what Jack was looking at for a moment and then started to get up.

"Oh, sorry about that." He apologised, or at least started to before Jack caught his chin and turned his face to kiss him.

"Shut up, Daniel." He said dryly, and kissed him again, deeper, and began to stroke Daniel's cock languidly, feeling Daniel shift and sigh and give a small moan into Jack's mouth. Jack took his time with it, teasing Daniel for a while until Daniel practically begged him, and then gave in, going faster and firmer until Daniel thrust forward hard a few times and let out a stuttering moan, his mouth leaving Jack's as he came in Jack's hand.

And Jack reached for a tissue to wipe off his hand and then looked at Daniel. "Do you want to go back to sleep?" He asked. Daniel shook his head and looked outside.

"Sun's rising." He murmured. "Going to be a beautiful day." Jack followed his gaze to the sunrise, which was turning grey sky to pink and yellow and faint blue in the distance that would grow.

"Yeah." Jack agreed, and felt Daniel's arms wrap around him, this time. He settled back and watched another day begin.