A Single Syringe

"Do you do this with all your friends?" Daniel asks softly, hesitantly, as John Murdoch's lips leave his to draw breath. He's certainly not adverse to the idea of being kissed by John - quite the opposite, in fact - but he's currently so far out of his comfort zone that he's not sure how to react to anything. Part of him desperately wants to pull away and find his clothes, but John's arms are still wrapped tightly around him, laying half over him with no apparent intention to let go of him anytime soon. He takes a small comfort in the fact that at least John is still fully clothed, because if he were not, Daniel knows he would have no hope of controlling himself at all.

He watches the dark haired man smile, eyes sparkling in the joy of this recent revelation, and he shakes his head. "Maybe friend was the wrong term." He tilts his head a little. "Unless you would like it to be?"

Daniel feels his cheeks burn, feels his breath catch in his throat, but he tries to listen to the voice of reason in his head. "John, you... you have Emma - Anna...."

John shrugs, fingers moving to trace his features slowly, watching him. "That's fabricated. This isn't."

He shivers under the touch despite himself, liking it rather more than he should. "John, I... if you are just trying to take care of me because I was stupid enough to...."

"Shh...." Strong fingers cup his face gently, tilting his face up to receive another kiss, warm and a little yearning. John's tongue flicks lightly against his lips, and the pulse of pleasure from the fleeting touch reminds Daniel very strongly that he is, in fact, still not wearing any clothes. "Don't talk about that... I don't have any romantic notions about being a knight in shining armour, I healed you for completely selfish reasons. I want you for you. Unless the memories you gave me are not who you really are?"

Daniel shakes his head slightly, and lowers his eyes. "I did not lie to you with words, but I am not... whole... like I once was...."

"Do you think that matters to me?" John leans closer to nuzzle his face, fingers gently tugging away his glasses so he can press his lips to the scars at the corner of his eye. His kisses trail slowly down the side of his face, nuzzling his jaw, the sensitive spot just under his earlobe, and John's hand slips down to stroke over his poor battered chest. The combination of sensations enhances the arousal that Daniel is trying very hard not to feel right now, and he whimpers, body tensing instinctively, feeling more than a little vulnerable.

"John... I - I should find my clothes...."

"Why? You don't need them, do you?" His friend's voice is warm and promising, and he doesn't stop, kissing slowly down the tendons of his neck, tracing them with his tongue. His fingertips trace slow circles around his nipple, and Daniel shivers helplessly, feeling like the scarred skin being teased by him is almost hypersensitive.

He closes his eyes, trying to think about anything other than what John is doing, the sensations he is evoking. "Please, John... I am not a saint."

"I don't want you to be," comes the murmured reply, and John moves to kiss him again, warm and deep and yearning. He shifts closer to press his hips against Daniel's thigh, and Daniel gives a sharp gasp against his mouth at the flood of sensation, at the realization that John is very aroused indeed, hips rocking against his ever so slightly as if to test the waters. He lets himself arch back against John, slipping his arms back around him a little tentatively and yielding to his kisses with a soft moan, heart pounding almost painfully in his ears.

"John, I...."

John pulls back just a little, slightly breathless from kisses, letting his forehead rest against his. "If you don't want this, I'll stop."

Daniel swallows hard. "You should not want this."

"I'm not asking about should and shouldn't," he said gently, dropping a soft kiss to his lips, reassuring. "Do you want me to continue?"

He should say no, but every nerve in his body is screaming for it - for the simple affection and physical pleasure when he has spent so long alone, for the reassurance of life that he needs so badly after being prepared to die the night before. For the affirmation that he is wanted, desired, even needed, when he thought he had no one. "Yes," he manages to whisper, and arches up to kiss John this time, no longer trying to hold back or dampen down the desire he feels, has always felt for this beautiful man. The idea that John somehow returns this desire is something he would never have even thought to dream of - even just his friendship, his trust would have made Daniel deliriously happy.

"John, I believe I might have died after all," he breathes against his lips, and his lover gives a curious little laugh, and starts to trail kisses back down his neck.

"Why do you say that?"

"This is... far too perfect to be real...." He draws a sharp breath as John nips lightly, teasingly at the crook of his neck, hips bucking up against him without thinking at the tease of pleasure-pain.

"Then I'll have to convince you that it is," comes the growled reply, but then John draws back to look down at him seriously. "Daniel... promise me you won't do that again."

He feels his cheeks burn, and looks away, giving a little nod. "I...I won't."

"You believe me that you're needed? That you're important?"

He wets his lips, swallowing hard at the rush of emotion, shame and vulnerability and the more dangerous emotion of hope. "If you say it is so, John, I will believe you."

"I don't mean just for this either," John said gently, cupping his cheek and guiding his face to return his gaze. "I need you beside me. I don't know the first thing about how this city works. I don't even know how we get food or clean water, I have no clue where to start. We have a whole world to take care of, to reclaim from them, and I can't do that on my own. Will you help me?"

Daniel gives him a soft smile, holding eye contact. "Of course. Anything that you ask of me."

John smiles, the seriousness fading, and kisses him with a soft sigh of relief. "Sorry I ran off to the beach and left you here," he murmurs, and Daniel tangles a hand in his dark curls, pulling him back for another kiss.

"You were supposed to," he replied softly, with a shiver. "She was meant to distract you.... John, I am sorry that I tried to... to leave."

"Shhh," his lover breathes softly, and presses closer, kisses growing more demanding, as if trying to reassure himself of the doctor's presence. He gives a low groan into his mouth as Daniel's hips rock slowly up against him, as the doctor's nimble fingers move to start to tug open his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and stroking his hands hungrily over his bare skin as their bodies grind together in slow rhythm. Then Daniel slips a hand down to cup his erection through his slacks, and John draws a sharp breath against his mouth, arching into his touch. "God, Daniel... drive me crazy...."

He tugs open John's belt, fingers trembling a little as he does. He knows the mechanics of this, being with someone, with another man, but it doesn't do anything to help the nervousness he feels, after spending so long without any kind of affection at all. He tries to focus on what he does want - John, and to please John - tugging his slacks open and slipping a hand inside to stroke him through his shorts. "John... anything you want from me is yours...."

"Don't stop," his lover gasps, and helps Daniel tug his pants and shorts down, enough that Daniel's fingers can wrap around the shaft of his straining erection, stroke him slowly and deliberately. Daniel drinks in his reactions, the way John gasps and rocks into his touch, skin flushed and lips parted with pleasure. Green eyes flutter closed just for a moment, then lean in to kiss him again, almost tearing at his mouth, hungry and desperate, fingers slipping to stroke Daniel in return.

He whimpers helplessly against John's mouth at the simple touch, arching into his hand, feeling suddenly like his entire body is commanded and controled by John's hand on his cock. Warm shocks of sensation travel up his spine, so much more intense than any autoeroticism could be, and he's panting softly without realizing it, toes curled under in pleasure. "God, John - !"

"Let me suck you off," John murmurs, voice low and throaty and promising, and the mere suggestion of it sends a shiver of desire through him.

"Yes, if I - if I may do the same," he manages to reply. John chuckles appreciatively against his lips, grinning, and kisses him once more, hard, nipping lightly at Daniel's lower lip. Then he pulls away, wriggling out of his slacks all together.

"Move down a bit and lay on your side," comes the husky request, and Daniel does so, watching him with wide eyes as he turns and stretches out on his side, placing his hips even with Daniel's shoulders, hands parting Daniel's thighs as he starts to trail kisses up the inside of his thigh, moving higher until he's nuzzling the base of his erection.

It's difficult, but Daniel manages to keep still, to keep his hips from arching against his mouth, as much as his body is craving it, screaming for more sensation. He can't hold back the whimper of pleasure, though, and strokes a hand down John's stomach to curl around the base of his cock, leaning closer to flick his tongue against the head. He strokes him slowly, trying to keep his wits about him despite what John is doing to him. John's mouth his hot and eager, and part of Daniel wonders momentarily how it's possible that this feels so good, because he certainly did not include anything in John's memories that had to do with this.

The rest of him is too caught up in the pleasure of this to care, covering the length of John's erection with long, slow laps of his tongue, revelling in the musky scent of his desire, the taste of his skin. He sucks gently at his head, lapping up the salty liquid pearled there and running the tip of his tongue down the slit, something that John seems to like very much, hips bucking a little helplessly against his mouth. He takes the hint, letting him thrust deeper with a soft moan, fingers still curled around the base of his shaft to stroke what he can't take in his mouth.

It's more than a little heady, to taste him hungrily, move his mouth on him, to see how much of him he can take. John's cock is thick and salty sweet, and the rub of his flared head against Daniel's tongue is more addicting than he could have imagined. He moves his free hand to cup John's sac gently, stroking and massaging, taking his cock as deep as he can without gagging. But it doesn't make it any easier for him to concentrate that John is groaning around him as he pleasures him, the vibrations enhancing the thrumming pulses of pleasure his lover is giving him.

Daniel tries to keep his mind on what he's doing, despite John's tongue working against him, somehow finding the exact spots that feel best, despite John's fingers, which are stroking his sac, stroking back between his thighs, then pressing unobtrusively to his ass, massaging the skin in small circles, which is much more sensitive than Daniel could have imagined. He presses back against John's fingers without thinking, crying out helplessly around his cock, craving more, and he can feel the pleasure building fast, hard and uncontrollable as John's mouth quickly pulls him toward climax.

He tries to hold back, but he aches for this so much, body shuddering with desire, with need. He manages to pull back as he rides the edge, gasping John's name helplessly, trying to warn him, but his lover simply tightens his fingers slightly on Daniel's cock and takes him deep into his mouth, groaning around him as Daniel bucks against him and is pulled helplessly to orgasm. Sensation bursts bright and hot through his nerves, and he cries out, breathless and shuddering, entirely lost to the pleasure and bliss and the feeling of being in this moment with John.

Daniel's fingers are still stroking his lover's cock, and he takes him back in his mouth as soon as he can think again, sucking at him and working his tongue against his shaft. He can feel John shudder, hips rocking into his mouth a little helplessly, and Daniel does his best to relax and take his thrusts, craving his lovers release as much as he had his own. One of John's hands slips down to tangle in his hair, holding him in place as his hips buck a little harder, as his lover jerks tense against him and comes, hot and thick in his mouth.

He swallows, with just a little difficulty, holding him in and sucking gently until his lover's shivers stop, then drawing back, panting, placing a soft kiss to his head. "Oh my...."

John is already moving, curling around Daniel and pulling him into his arms, covering his face in soft kisses, then kissing him languidly, warm and tender. He can taste himself on John's lips, which is curious but not unpleasing, and he smiles against John's mouth. "Thank you...."

John returns the smile, squeezing him gently, and he feels the comforter settle back over them and tuck around them. "This has to be real," John murmurs softly, watching him wonderingly, fingers moving to cup his face gently. "Couldn't feel like this any other way."

Daniel flushes under his kind words and smiles, saying nothing, curling close to him and kissing him gently, then nestling his face against John's chest. "Will it always be real? You'll always be here?"

He feels John's lips press to his hair. "Always. At least until you get sick and tired of me."

He chuckles softly, stroking his chest. "Ah, John. I could spend a hundred years with you and never tire. You amaze me, truely."

"We could try for a hundred," John replies sleepily, so Daniel leans in to kiss the hollow of his neck gently, closing his eyes and relaxing.

"I can think of nothing nicer than that.... a hundred years of new memories...." he says softly, yawning despite himself, and feels John's fingers come up to stroke his hair gently.

"Rest, love..." he murmurs sleepily, and somewhere in the corner of his mind Daniel stores the term of endearment to wonder about later. "I'll be here."

~~~Fin~~~