Jack dropped heavily onto the perfect white sand and squinted at the figure cast into silhouette by the setting sun. Daniel was waist deep in the water; spear raised high, hair turned into a fiery red nimbus framing the dark shadows of his face. As Jack watched, he turned a little, naked torso glistening and wet, making Jack's breath hitch. Then he lunged, the spear streaking towards its target with unerring accuracy. He pulled the wriggling fish free and tossed it onto the beach, grinning smugly.

Jack sighed. He appreciated his friend's efforts, he really did, but they had been living off fish for three weeks. Right now he would give just about anything for some meat. He looked at his half naked, sun-tanned buddy, dripping wet and sexy as hell. Yup, he would sell his soul for a taste of *that* flesh.

He shook his head in frustration. Maybe it was because Daniel kept wandering around half naked. Or maybe it was because Jack hadn't been laid in way too long. One thing was for certain though, if they didn't get rescued soon, Daniel would become Jack's man Friday, and Saturday and twice on Sunday!

Jack waded into the sea, hoping that the cold water would douse the flames, or at the very least, hide his erection. He reached Daniel's side and raised his eyebrows. "Nice work, George of the Jungle. Wanna teach me that?"

Daniel shrugged and handed Jack the spear. "Okay. Stand perfectly still. Balance the spear on your shoulder. Only move your eyes, or your upper body..."

As he spoke, Daniel moved behind Jack, placing his warm, wet hands on Jack's waist. With the barest of pressure, he tilted Jack's hips to the left and right. Jack gulped, feeling the heat from Daniel's body behind him, and his skin burned where Daniel's hands touched.

"...That's it... nice and slow." Daniel whispered against his ear, voice husky and low. Jack's heart accelerated with the brush of Daniel's warm breath against his neck. Were they still talking about fishing? Daniel's hand slid from his waist, and glided round to rest on his stomach. Jack gasped, leaned back against the broad chest and felt Daniel's arousal pressing against his ass. Nice spear Daniel!

Suddenly, Jack's radio burst into life from his abandoned pack on the beach. He stared dumbly at it. In three weeks, it had remained stubbornly silent, and it chose *now* of all times to work again? He heard Daniel's sigh and turned to face him.

"Saved by the bell, huh?"

Daniel nodded, his face infinitely sad. Jack waded to the shore, opened the frequency and grinned at the relief in his 2IC's voice. She informed him that they would be airlifted from the island in three hours time. Jack closed down the radio and smiled as he waded into the water again, his eyes glittering with desire. A lot could happen in three hours, and he was about to land the biggest catch of the day.

***

The sun began to dip below the horizon, colours melting into the water, drifting outwards like lava flowing over the surface. Daniel imagined he could feel the water heating up, and smiled at his whimsical thoughts. Still it was better than dwelling on what could have been. A small breeze caressed his face and he sighed. Some things just weren't meant to be.

Suddenly, two strong hands gripped his shoulders and he was pulled back against a broad, hair sprinkled chest. Jack's voice was rough and low against his ear, sending sparks of desire sleeting through his body. "Now, where were we?" he husked.

Daniel relaxed back against the warm, hard body and turned his face towards the lips hovering against his cheek. As their lips met for the first time, Jack's fingers tightened on his flesh, his hips pressed forward and Daniel felt Jack's arousal dig into his ass. Unable to stop himself trembling, he turned fully and wrapped his arms around Jack's waist, pressing them closer, grinding their 'spears' together.

"Oh!" Jack gasped, pulling away from the kiss but not the lower body contact. He looked down between their bodies, but the water lapped at waist level and he couldn't see anything interesting. Meeting Daniel's eyes again he smiled.

"Wanna roll in the shallows like Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr?"

"Only if I get to be Burt." Daniel grinned back, taking Jack by the hand and leading him to the shallows. "You don't have the chin for it."

Jack dug in his heels and forced Daniel to face him. His smile, wide and carefree almost took Daniel's breath away. People had commented that Daniel didn't smile enough, but looking at Jack now he realized something. Jack smiled all the time, but they were tiny, smug sarcastic smiles. This huge shit-eating grin was more rare that hen's teeth.

Daniel answered Jack's smile with one of his own, and was pleased to see Jack's eyes darken in response. Jack pulled him close and stared into his eyes, searching for something. He must have found what he was looking for, because his next words rocked Daniel's world. "From now on, it's just you and me, two guys who love each other, for the rest of our lives. Perhaps longer if you believe in such things."

It had to be the nicest thing anyone had ever said to him. He swallowed a lump in his throat and reached up to cup the face before him, whispering against Jack's lips, "So, it really is 'from here to eternity?'"

Jack's tongue snaked out and traced the outline of Daniel's lips, making him shiver.

"Have got the chin for it"

"Have not"

"Have."

"Not."

"Havmmmpft!"

Then there were no more words, just two guys who loved each other enough to take those final steps together.

***

Daniel gazed down at his friend, his soon-to-be-lover, his Jack. He gazed at the flushed, wet cheeks, the open frank brown eyes that hid so much, at the silver hair plastered against his scalp. Gazed at every line and wrinkle on that beloved face. And Jack gazed back, fascinated by the glittering blue eyes that mapped his features as if to commit them to memory.

Then a wave, bigger than the ones that came before, broke over their heads and had them both spluttering and laughing at the irony of it. Jack pushed up, claiming the full, slightly parted lips that had been pressed into his hair. Daniel felt his heart contract, sending a bolt of molten desire shooting through his veins, tightening his muscles, making him press closer to that hard, male body beneath him. He felt scared, excited, protected, turned on beyond all reason but most of all, he felt loved.

It was a heady sensation, heightened by the way Jack arched his back, head dipping into the water again as a ragged moan escaped him. The tide continued to roll against them as they kissed and caressed each other, their soft cries carrying over the sand as the final ray of sunlight extinguished itself on the horizon.

Daniel gasped as finally, Jack's hand closed on his cock, the dual sensation of flesh and water moving up and down the sensitive organ almost making Daniel come there and then. Jack buried his other hand in Daniel's hair, pulling him down for another searing, breath stealing kiss.

"Jack, oh Jesus…" Daniel groaned into Jack's open mouth, feeling his cock released only to have the hand curl around his balls, thumb stroking the velvet soft skin that stood between them and Jack's ultimate target. He didn't think he could take much more teasing.

He had wanted this for so long, dreamed about it, longed for it. Now that the moment had arrived, he was scared. He was actually trembling. God, he wanted this. No - he needed it. He needed Jack. Desire won out over fear and his impatience had him whimpering into the hollow of Jack's neck.

Jack's finger rubbed across his anus slowly, and Daniel's arms shook. Unable to stay braced on them a moment longer, he rolled to the side, lips still pressed against Jack's throat. Jack kissed first one closed eye, then the other, his finger making tiny circling movements around Daniel's entrance, smiling at the sounds of desperate pleasure his motions elicited.

Finally he took pity on his lover, pushing gently against the mild resistance, swallowing Daniel's gasp of pleasure with his mouth as he gyrated his hips, forcing the probing finger even deeper. Jack felt tentative fingers brush against his erection and shivered. "Yeah, Danny….please, touch me." The words were spoken so softly and with such longing that Daniel's need took him to an even higher level.

Wrapping both their straining cocks in his hand, Daniel began to move. Jack changed the angle of his finger, adding another to the mix, and finally found what he had been looking for. Daniel's strangled cry was further confirmation.

"Do that….again!" demanded Daniel breathlessly and Jack grinned, only too happy to oblige. It was too intense, too much to bear. His fingers tightened on their joined cocks and he bucked upwards, groaning Jack's name, tasting the mingled salt water and sweat on Jack's skin.

"Daniel." One word, a name, a prayer, a benediction. Then three more. "I love you."

That was all it took, forget the sunset, forget the waves caressing their bodies, forget the huge moon that now hung above them, turning their flesh to silver. Three words, and Daniel Jackson came harder than he had ever come in his life.

Jack was there a moment later, panting breaths turning into tiny moans of pleasure, then silence as his breath hitched and his body trembled with his release. Daneil held him tightly until the final after shock abated and they flopped back onto the cool sand. Jack rolled to face his lover with one hand propping up his head.

"That's the scene they had to cut you know?"

Daniel, tying to get his breathing back under control, could only gaze dumbly at his friend.

"From here to eternity? They would never get that past the sensors."

Daniel felt the smile grow. Trust Jack to remove any lingering awkwardness about what they had just done with humour. He rolled to face his lover, one hand reaching up to caress his cheek.

"You have nicer eyes that Deborah Kerr," he teased. Jack was about to reply when Daniel covered his mouth with his hand. "Three hours, Jack. Let's not waste them arguing over who gets to wear the trousers." He could feel his lover's lips curl into a smile beneath his palm. He released Jack and was not at all surprised where the older man got the last word as usual.

"To hell with trousers, Daniel. Gonna make you wear a grass skirt. Then you can dance the Hula for me, oh yeah…" A dreamy look came over his face and Daniel smiled. So Jack wanted to watch him dance? Well that could be arranged.

Just as soon as they got home.