Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: They're not mine I just borrow them from time to time and promise to give them back in perfect working order...eventually ;).
Season/Spoiler info: none
Author’s notes: Written for the Jack & Daniel bed-a-thon.
Daniel knows it’s time to get up. Rise and shine and all that jazz. But this morning, he just can’t. This morning, there is no way he is getting out of this bed. Jack’s bed.
He can smell coffee wafting in from the kitchen. The fumes attempt to feed his addiction, but still Daniel can’t move. The covers are warm, and they smell of Jack. The curtains are still drawn so that there’s just enough light to see around the room, but not enough to make him want to shield his eyes.
He is melded into the bed. In the same position as last night when Jack piledrived him into the mattress. He loved every minute of it. Even lying in the dried remnants of their coupling, Daniel just. can’t. leave.
“Jack!” Daniel yells towards the slightly open door. “When are you gonna let me out of these cuffs?”
