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Title: Sea Change
Author name: Icarus
Author email: email@example.com
Sub Category: Angst
Summary: When one goes one step too far, is it possible to return to being friends?
DISCLAIMER: The characters and universe contained in this story are Copyright MGM, Showtime, Gekko, Double Secret. No infringement on their copyright is implied. Copyright © 2006 All rights reserved. This story may not be reproduced in whole or part without the author's explicit permission. Ask, guys. I'm easy to reach and usually quite generous.
Author notes: Thank you to Sue Barrett for the swift beta review. Welcome to my new addiction, space-fans.
Earlier, Jack had apologized when he'd sleepily bumped the bathroom door open to find Daniel on the toilet.
No, no, it's all right, Daniel had said, finishing up. Then minutes later he listened to Jack farting loudly, echoing in the bathroom. It seemed strangely intimate: his dark bedroom, shadow of his dresser up against the wall, the slash of light under the door. Though he was grateful in the back of his mind that he'd already gone because he knew how bad that was going to smell.
Daniel heard the flush and tensed, his eyes going wide: Jack was coming back to bed. But then Jack had turned on the shower - at four am? - and Daniel breathed easily again at the reprieve.
Daniel's whole body felt strangely loose and light, a familiar sensation though it had been long, long time. He'd been ready for the sex. Wanted it, oh yeah, he'd wanted it. But now… Daniel reached for his bedside drawer, then let his hand fall. He didn't want Jack to come in while he was journaling or to see where he kept it. Not that Jack couldn't be trusted but Daniel wasn't prepared for this.
So he sketched the journal entry in his mind, analyzing the strangeness.
Hmm, yes, he had enjoyed the sex. That had been… good. Very good. But he didn't want Jack here touching him, in his bed afterward. Which wasn't how Daniel usually felt about his relationships. Daniel winced at the word "relationship" as applied to Jack and realized he regretted crossing the line. Or, rather, regretted not having… he wanted Jack in his living room, watching TV, sharing a beer, not - not this. Not that he was adverse to this, but he didn't want to give up the one for the other, he didn't want their friendship to change.
Daniel coiled around the pillow that smelled uncomfortably like Jack and shut his eyes. How could he have not considered that this would change things? His mind flashed on the evening, Jack's hard chest pressed against his, Daniel's only thought wondering how far this would go, hoping for more. All right, so he'd been thinking with his dick.
The shower shut off and Daniel cringed, prepared to pretend Jack was welcome. Which he was, just not as welcome as he had been two hours ago.