Mitchell's hands were gun-roughened, rasping over Daniel's skin and making him arch. Mitchell's lips were warm on his neck, and he tilted his head to allow Mitchell better access. The man's teeth scraped lightly over Daniel's pulse and Daniel shuddered.

Daniel closed his eyes, ignoring that the body on him was too heavy, the shoulders to wide. In his mind, Mitchell's hair silvered starting at the sideburns and his arms were wiry instead of buff. When Daniel touched him, he didn't touch Mitchell, he touched Jack.

And when he came, he buried his head in Mitchell's shoulder, and imagined Jack.