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Gentle Reader,

There is a lot of yoga in this section. I have embedded links to the poses. While link-checking, I found clicking on the link, waiting for it to load, reviewing the link, and returning to the story to be extremely disruptive to the flow of the piece.

If you are not familiar with yoga, and therefore will be wanting to click a lot of the links, you may want to preview the links before you start so you can just read the story.

For those readers who feel that previewing the links would be more convenient, I include here the links, in order of appearance:

Downward Facing Dog
Standing Forward Bend
Upward Facing Dog
Chaturanga
Virabhadrasana I
Virabhadrasana II
Reverse Warrior
Extended Side Angle Pose
Ujjayi
Savasana
Warrior III
Standing Split
Cobbler's Pose
Staff Pose
Yogic Toe Lock
Wide Angle Seated Forward Bend
Boat
Supine Pidgeon
Reclined Cobbler's Pose
Half Lotus
Sphinx
Plow Pose
Fish
Assisted Fish

Shiva Rea: Dancing Warrior on YouTube, to give you an idea of how the Warrior sequence that Daniel does. Just watch with Daniel (or Jack!) goggles on. :D

Go here for a really nice explanation of vinyasa yoga.

Of course, if you prefer to click the links as you go, that's perfectly lovely, too!

I hope you enjoy my yoga porn.

With kind regards and best wishes, I remain,

Very truly yours,
CK

Title: Dr. Jackson's Yoga Journal (Part 2 of 2)
Author: muck_a_luck, posting in brainofck
Pairing: Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill, Jack O'Neill/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jack has an unexpected hobby and a new girlfriend.
Content/warnings: Mild het content. Um. Yoga porn?
Words: 4627 this part.
Disclaimer: If anybody is planning a script like this for SG-1, I'm certainly not going to claim any rights to it. However, I'd be delighted to work in a co-writing/consulting/first-reader/advisory-type capacity, with my fee to be negotiated at that time. :D
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only. muck_a_luck and brainofck
The Matrix: Sunrise. The Matrix is located here.
Thanks: Special thanks to green_grrl, who possibly *is* Sunya (or personally acquainted with her); to zats_clear who provided dialog, as well as constant inspiration and moral support; and to everyone who commented in response to my request for help with Sunya.


Part 1

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Jack sauntered into the conference room. He took the empty seat by Teal'c, instead of the one by Daniel. He opened the brief and began reading Sam's background materials.

"Hey, Jack," he prompted meaningfully.

"Good morning, Daniel," Jack drawled, and continued reading the file.

Teal'c turned his calm, serious gaze on Daniel and raised one eyebrow.

Because clearly Jack wasn't talking to him.

Daniel didn't get that at all. They were fine at breakfast on Saturday morning. He didn't get why Jack would be mad at him.

Then Sam walked in and General Hammond appeared from his office precisely at 0900 and if everyone noticed Jack being excessively professional and attentive during a brief about weather patterns and mining potential on P3-whatever, Jack got away from the room too fast for anybody to ask him about it.

There were whispered rumors in the mess at lunch that the Colonel had spent the morning burying his aide, Lieutenant Miller, under an avalanche of paperwork.

Daniel was very confused.

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To get rid of your passions is not Nirvana; to look upon them as no matter of yours, that is nirvana.

-Anonymous

The naquadah scouting mission wasn't scheduled until the following Monday. It was almost like a vacation, living like a normal person for a whole week – a person who could go home, cook dinner, and sleep in his own bed, without being on down time for an injury.

On Friday, Daniel decided to go by Sammy's Organics on the way home, pick up a few more interesting things to cook for dinner over the weekend than frozen pot pies. It was a relief in a way to be spending a normal weekend away from work and work colleagues. On the other hand, it was a little disconcerting. Nobody had even asked what he was going to do for the weekend. Sam was working with Dr. Lee on that gadget from P3W-451. Teal'c had something with some new Marines and Daniel was pretty sure one of the guys must have already pissed Teal'c off. The Jaffa had a decidedly wicked gleam in his eye when Daniel asked him if he was going to be okay for the weekend. Jack had been in meetings all day, but was already gone when Daniel stopped by his office on the way out.

A whole week of Jack shunning him. He couldn't remember the last time Jack held a grudge against him for a whole week. It was hard not to feel guilty. Sunya must have meant a lot more to Jack than he had let on.

He blinked a few times when he realized he was in line behind her.

"Sunya?" he asked.

She looked up from the latest issue of Utne Reader and smiled at him, though it seemed to him the smile didn't go all the way to her eyes.

"Hello, Daniel," she replied, "How are you?"

"Fine! Uh. Surprised to see you? Can we talk?" he blurted.

"Well, that's charmingly direct," she said with a low, possibly forced, laugh. "Of course. I was planning to stop for coffee." She grimaced and made what-can-you-do hand gesture. "Jack was a bad influence."

"Ya think?" Daniel was pleased when she laughed, and the smile seemed real, this time.

She bought her Utne Reader and quorn fillets, and Daniel bought his broccoli rabe and organic spicy Italian sausage.

By the time he caught her in the café, she had two mugs for them, and a pastry for Daniel.

"Thanks, but you should have let me," he protested.

She shrugged.

"What can I tell you, Daniel?" she asked. Though she looked relaxed, she was sitting back in her chair, arms crossed loosely, coffee untouched.

Calm, but not open, Daniel decided.

"Jack's unhappy about what happened Saturday," he began. "Saturday morning, he was weirdly resigned about it, but on Monday he was… upset."

She sighed.

"I notice you don't mention Sunday," she said.

"I didn't see him again until Monday morning," he replied, trying not to sound defensive. "Look, I couldn't help but notice the coincidence of your meeting me and breaking it off with Jack. Not to mention that he's not talking to me right now. Is there any chance you could fill in some blanks?"

"No," she said simply.

"That's it? No?" he said mildly. "Did Jack mention to you that I am… No is not the answer I was looking for."

"What are you looking for, Daniel?" she asked quietly, holding his eyes with hers. "What were you looking for in the park?"

"Nothing," Daniel replied, trying to match her calm, matter-of-fact tone. "I was practically sleep-walking by the time I got there. It was chance."

"And yet," she murmured, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Look," he said, working even harder not to become exasperated, "I don't understand what I did. But whatever it was, it doesn't seem fair for you to hold it against him."

She sipped her coffee, one finger tracing circles on the table top. She seemed to be deep in thought, so Daniel watched the circles and waited.

"I don't feel comfortable talking about Jack when he's not here," she finally said.

Daniel frowned. He could hardly argue with that logic.

But she continued, "I don't mind talking about you, though." She held his eyes with a piercing stare.

"You should really consider what you want. I liked Jack. I enjoyed Jack's company. But I met you and I knew I wasn't in love with Jack, and I certainly am not going to stand between someone and their true love."

Daniel stared at her a bit stupidly. As he opened his mouth to protest, she waved him off.

"It was written all over you face that morning, whether you realize it or not. So. If you want to learning anything more, you'll have to talk to Jack."

She went back to sipping her coffee.

"He's good in bed, you know," she mused. "Creative. Considerate. Flexible."

Daniel felt his cheeks flushing.

"I thought you weren't going to talk about Jack," he commented wryly.

She smiled. "Sorry. I suppose it's the coffee going to my head. I have no tolerance for the stuff anymore."

She rose to her feet, setting her mug onto the table with a gentle finality.

"It's been lovely meeting you again, Daniel, but I really have to go." She reached out and rested her hand on his shoulder a moment, before pulling it back and pressing her hands together with a small bow. "Namaste," she said. Then she turned on her heel and walked away.

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Work all night, sleep all day, the Daniel Jackson way.

He woke up in the mid-afternoon on Saturday to a revelation.

He lay in his bed and stared at the ceiling for a long time, enjoying the lazy feeling of just lying there, doing nothing, playing with an idea that he hadn't considered in a very long time.

Then he got up and booted his laptop and pulled up Amazon. He searched yoga DVDs and made a note of a couple of well-reviewed ones. Then he hopped in his car and drove the five minutes to Borders to pick them up, along with a ridiculously expensive mat.

He didn't own any clothes clingy enough anymore and there was nothing more annoying than your shirt flopping around while you were trying to do down dog. So he stood on his mat in just some running shorts and clicked play on his remote.

Standing forward bends were almost embarrassing, illustrating exactly how not-flexible he was in the hamstrings these days. But there was no one in the room to judge him, so he did the bent-knees variation several times until the vinyasa began to loosen him up and he could start to approximate the pose, though he couldn't reach behind his heels, or even get his palms flat on the floor, both of which he imagined Jack probably did with ease. He let himself smile at the thought that Jack was more flexible than he was. Which of course was true in some ways. Jack liked to play into the idea that he was a stubborn bastard for the same reasons he liked to pretend to be not-that-bright. The vinyasa flowed and as Daniel lifted into upward facing dog he reflected that his contemplations during the movement meditation should probably be less outwardly focused.

He enjoyed the differences he felt in his own body now, from the remembered abilities of his earlier yoga experience. He was less naturally flexible now, but he was also stronger in both his upper body and his legs. Chaturanga was a simple modification of the hundred pushups he did every day. He easily moved through the warrior sequence, maybe not sinking as deeply into the lunge of Virabhadrasana I, but shifting effortlessly and gracefully to Virabhadrasana II, and feeling the full, fierce intensity of the posture. His back-bending wasn't as graceful as Jack's as he reached back for Reverse Warrior, but the flow back though Warrior II and then the drop into extended side angle pose felt strong and elegant. He could appreciate the beauty and line of the pose in a way he had not before, more comfortable in his own physicality now than he ever had been back then. He dropped down into chaturanga and continued the flow with a joy and enthusiasm that he had not expected to feel when he thought he wanted to try this again.

Or maybe it was the other thing, his waking revelation, that was making him want to smile through the stretchy ache of his hamstrings and hips and groin. And he shouldn’t get ahead of himself. He smiled, but turned his attention back to his breath, returning his focus to ujjayi, the vinyasa and the postures.

Just because he wasn't a sunrise yoga kind of guy didn't mean he might not be able to appreciate some 3 pm yoga he thought, as he lay on his living room floor in the final posture, Savasana. He wondered if anyone had introduced Teal'c to yoga, or if there was a Jaffa version of it. Teal'c's katas with his staff weapon had a certain meditative flow. Daniel tried to clear his mind of clutter, focusing on the relaxation of his neck and forearms. Some things hadn't changed, and his inability to really unwind in the relaxation pose seemed to be one of them. Although, he supposed he should be more focused and thinking of nothing now instead of thinking about breakfast… lunch… whatever.

He rinsed off the sweat of the practice session in a hot shower. With a clear mind he decided that he didn't need to go see Jack today. Somehow, ever since waking up, just knowing had been enough.

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The master replies: That the mirror reflects a thing means that it always mirrors regardless of whether it is facing or not facing a thing.

When Daniel rang the bell and no one answered, he walked around the back of the house. He didn't even pretend to himself that he wasn't hoping to find Jack on his east-facing back deck doing some sunrise yoga. In fact, he was so certain that Jack would be there that he hadn't even worried that the doorbell would wake him.

Jack was facing the sunrise – well, he would be if he were standing up. At that very moment he was in downward facing dog. As Daniel came around the corner of the house, Jack raised his left leg upward toward the sky, then began the vinyasa on one leg: first Plank, then Chaturanga, pushing forward into Upward Facing Dog, then returning to Down Dog, all while holding his left leg off the ground. He made it look easy, the weight on his arms bringing out the definition in his biceps and delts. His clinging orange tank was dark with sweat.

Daniel could hear the steady husky rhythm of Jack's breathing.

He stepped his right foot forward into a lunge that evolved into Warrior I. The arch of the backbend was beautiful, perfect from the heel of his back foot through his arms to his fingertips. Daniel was sure Jack must have seen him, but he continued his practice, shifting his weight onto his front leg, then shifting forward into Warrior III, then tipping forward further, letting his back leg float high into the air, bending his forehead to his ankle in a deep forward bend.

"Have you developed some kind of fetish or something, Daniel? It's not a spectator sport." Jack's voice, cross and breathless and upside down, startled Daniel so much that he jumped.

"It's not a sport," Daniel agreed. "It's art."

"Dammit, Daniel," Jack muttered and dropped back into a lunge. Then Jack was yanking his sliding door open and stalking back into the house.

Daniel sighed and followed him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt."

"Daniel, it is fifteen minutes after 0600 on a fucking Saturday morning! Of course you meant to interrupt."

He was filling a glass of water from the tap. He took a few sips, then left the glass on the counter and took up cobbler's pose on the big rug in front of the fireplace, his back turned to Daniel.

"What do you want?" he asked, sounding less irritated and more resigned. He extended his legs to staff pose, then returned to cobbler's pose, intensifying the posture by pressing first one thigh, then the other. Then he took his toes in yogic toe lock and rounded his spine down over his feet, bringing his forehead almost to the floor.

Daniel's train of thought was derailed by this new exhibition of flexibility, and it didn't help when Jack shifted his leg position again, opening them and bending forward again, resting his forehead on his forearms.

"Daniel?" he prompted.

"Oh. Um…" Daniel paused to regroup. "Right. I've been thinking about what Sunya said and it's perfectly obvious you said my name in bed."

With the ujjayi breathing, Daniel couldn't tell for certain whether Jack sighed at the revelation.

"Daniel, if it's so obvious, why didn't we have this conversation at IHOP instead of during my 'me time,'" Jack asked conversationally.

Daniel chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"I think I've spent so long trying to sublimate the horrible crush I have on you that I was psychologically unable to come to the correct conclusion," Daniel said breezily, as if he weren't feeling a little faint, what with the way his heart was racing as he confessed to his four-year-old secret.

"But I was trying to think what would cause you to never mention me again after you said my name once. I mean, everybody I know has heard of you. We work together intensely, and you're one of my closest friends. Your name comes up. I figure it has to be the same for you. Yet here's this woman you spend a lot of time with and apparently my name did come up, but only once, which suggests it just slipped out and the rest of the time you were deliberately trying not to mention me. The only logical answer was that you accidentally called her by my name, and since the event obviously had a big impact on her, I figured you had to have called her 'Daniel' during sex."

Jack had resumed cobbler's pose, and then staff pose during this recitation. He tipped himself backwards into Boat, then slowly relaxed into a supine position.

"I don't talk about you, Daniel," he said. "I compartmentalize like I breathe. "

Daniel frowned and felt stupidly disappointed. Jack bent up his left knee and crossed his right ankle over it, pulling the bent knee into his chest and grasping his left shin.

"Fine," he answered, his hurt in his voice. "Tell me I'm wrong and you didn't call her my name in bed."

"I called her Daniel several times. Apparently I was 'chanting 'Daniel' like a mantra.' You're only wrong to think it means something." Jack released his legs to the floor and switched sides.

"So you compartmentalize like you breathe, but you call your lover by my name and I'm supposed to think it means nothing?"

"You are a midlife crisis I have no intention of having," Jack said calmly, releasing the stretch. His deep, raspy breathing continued in a regular, fluid flow. It made Daniel want to kick him.

Jack brought his feet together again, flat on the floor, knees bent, then let his legs fall open to the sides in reclined cobbler's pose. He lay a few moments with his eyes closed, then slowly and deliberately stretched his legs out. Savasana.

Daniel was quiet, respecting the peace Jack should be trying to absorb from the final posture, waiting for Jack to exit the restorative pose.

Jack finally rolled over to his right side and sat up, folding his legs into a half Lotus. He sat a long time, and Daniel sat with him, waiting.

Finally, he stood.

"I'm going for a shower," he said. He arched an eyebrow and waited expectantly. Daniel could recognize a hint that he should leave. He didn't take it. Jack swore softly.

"Fine, if you're staying, make coffee." He disappeared into the bedroom.

Daniel made coffee.

Jack emerged in a pair of soft, faded jeans and a plain grey t-shirt, washed soft and silky. The hip hugging, boot-legged yoga pants and orange tank top were gone. Jack looked like Jack again, except that he was moving around the kitchen assembling a bowl of plain yogurt and granola to go with his coffee. He finally sat down and flipped through the paper, crunching down on his first bite of cereal.

"I'm the midlife crisis you're not having," Daniel snorted.

Jack flicked his gaze up from the sports page.

"Fraiser's been after me about my diet," he said. "She says I need calcium from sources other than ice cream and pizza cheese. Help yourself," he offered.

Daniel kept his seat.

"Can you really relax in Savasana?" he asked.

"Not while you're sitting there plotting our great gay romance," Jack muttered.

"Oh, please," Daniel said. "We've been doing the verbal lambada for years. I just thought it was my imagination."

"It was, Daniel. Guys get crushes on their squad leaders all the time. I know it when I see it."

"Oh, you mean like the crush Sam has on you?" Daniel asked pointedly, though he instantly regretted it, even before Jack fixed him with a hard cold glare. This wasn't Sam's fault, after all.

"Yeah. Exactly like Carter. Honestly, probably Teal'c, too. You're a handful, I'll give you guys that."

"But you want to…" Daniel started.

"Want to what?" Jack cut him off with a sigh. He took another bite of his breakfast and shoved the paper to the side. "Are we really going to have a serious conversation about this?"

Daniel raised his eyebrows.

"I thought that was pretty obviously why I'm here."

He paused.

"That's not true. This conversation is not going the way I expected."

"Ah. You thought you would reveal your leap of logic and we'd spend the rest of the day sixty-nining in the bedroom?"

Daniel felt his face flush even as his dick perked up at the mention of one of Daniel's favorite activities.

"Why not?" Daniel asked. "Four years of foreplay, Jack. I think it's time to move on to the next level."

Jack's bowl was empty. He leaned back in his chair.

He pointed at Daniel. "Not gay," he said.

He pointed at his own chest. "Also not gay."

Daniel opened his mouth to object. Jack raised a finger.

"Aht!" he said, cutting him off.

And Daniel realized that talking was never going to win this argument for him.

He slammed his coffee mug on the table. The last few sips splashed out of the cup over his fingers. He was on his feet, and Jack was too, responding instinctively to Daniel's anger and aggression. As he moved around the table, Jack turned to watch him. Daniel caught him by the shirt and kissed him before he could think the better of it or Jack could get away.

He expected Jack to pull or push.

Instead, he caved.

What would have been a hot, hard, angry kiss became a hot, slick, passionate kiss. His grip on Daniel's wrist was crushingly painful. When he finally did push Daniel away, his eyes were wide, dark and wild. His face was flushed. His lips were wet.

"This is a mistake," he croaked, even as his fingers were tangling in Daniel's hair, dragging him back into another kiss.

"Maybe," Daniel agreed, "But I don’t care."

Jack was shoving him now, walking him backwards. Not that Daniel was resisting. He stumbled over his own feet.

"Quit pushing me," he tried to object, but Jack swallowed the words muttering, "Pot. Kettle." After a moment of vertigo Daniel found himself flat on his back on the floor with Jack perched on his thighs.

"Nice trick," Daniel laughed, a little giddy, but not even slightly winded from the tumble.

The giddy faded as Jack stared down at him.

Jack swallowed hard.

"Bad idea," he said. "Really, really bad idea." His hands were adrift, hovering between them. "I promised myself I would never do this. Not with a guy. Not with a subordinate. Not because I'm almost…"

"It's not a midlife crisis, Jack," Daniel said preemptively, reaching up to capture those drifting hands. "It's not hero worship." He brought Jack's hands to rest on his chest.

"Still not gay," Jack pointed out weakly.

"We'll work on it," Daniel said, as reassuringly and persuasively as he could.

"I could probably get up for that," Jack replied, not at all suggestively. He shut his eyes in obvious embarrassment at Daniel's responding grin. "OK. I did not just say that."

"You did," Daniel said. "Kiss me again."

Jack leaned down, hands pressing in to Daniel's chest, eyes wide open, like he had to see it to believe it. Daniel couldn't take the searching intensity of that stare, and let his own eyes drift shut as Jack tentatively tried touching Daniel's lips again. The kiss was light and experimental. Daniel sighed into it, opening enough to invite, but Jack was already moving and exploring, grazing his mouth over Daniel's jaw. Daniel realized belatedly that Jack had shaved in the shower. His skin was soft against Daniel's face and ear and neck. Jack was all over him, pressing him into the floor now, gently nuzzling his neck, breathing him in.

"Why do you always smell so good?" Jack muttered.

Daniel laughed. Plus, the snuffling tickled. He squirmed away from the tickling reflexively.

"You're crushing me, get off!" Daniel demanded, only laughing more, which just caused Jack to relax his arms and thighs and lower more weight onto him. It felt fantastic, especially the way it pressed Daniel's growing hard-on against Jack's nicely filled-out crotch.

"Not done sniffing you yet," Jack said. He ground down against him. "I may not be gay, but you could have been leading me around by my cock from the beginning, if you'd been a little less oblivious."

"Does that mean now…" Daniel started to ask.

"No," Jack said, a little sharply, then his mouth was back on Daniel's and Daniel decided not to let his worry about Jack's mixed emotions get in the way of enjoying this, now.

"Lucky for you I am gay," Daniel said when Jack began exploring the other side of Daniel's neck. Their hips were working together now. It was a slow grind, not really going anywhere, but definitely developing the heat and intensity.

Jack slowly pushed up on his elbows again, looking down at Daniel with obvious skepticism.

"Well, bi, anyway," Daniel amended. Jack's eyebrows just went up.

"It's amazing what people won't say to FBI investigators," Daniel said defensively.

"So, if I wanted, I could just…" Jack started, Daniel felt his dick twitch. He shuddered a little in response.

"Absolutely," Daniel agreed quickly. "You do know how…"

"Oh, absolutely," Jack said confidently. Daniel surged up against him, and Jack groaned in appreciation, but Daniel was still solidly pinned.

"It would be good to get the jeans off, anyway," Jack ruminated, not rushing to move.

"You could put those yoga pants back on, if you absolutely insist on clothed frottage," Daniel suggested. He tried twisting his hips and rolling. It didn't get him anywhere, but the shift brought new gasps from both men.

"So you've got the gay thing down, then?" Jack asked conversationally. Of course, Jack would be tease, Daniel thought, smiling in spite of his growing frustration. "You should take up yoga. It offers many benefits to sex. Ujjayi increases the intensity of orgasm. And I've got a few postures I could teach you…"

"You yoga guys use all the same pickup lines, you know that?" Daniel grunted. "You know, I met my very first boyfriend because he caught me ogling him while he was doing sun salutations. He used to fuck me in Sphinx. Let's take this to the mat and you can show me anything you want."

Jack's body went rigid, his response caught in his throat. His breath rushed out and his body shook. He collapsed on Daniel. Daniel could feel the damp heat seeping through the boundary of two layers of denim between them. He took Jack's weight, wrapping his arms around his friend, finally rolling them so that he was on top. Jack flapped a hand weakly against Daniel's arm.

"Just give me a second," Jack wheezed.

"I tried to…" Daniel began.

"Yeah, yeah," Jack replied, not letting him finish. "I didn't know you'd start with the…" Another loose hand flap against Daniel's arm.

"I'll keep that in mind," Daniel said, grinning. "Dirty yoga sex talk. Learn something new every day."

"Two words, Danny. Plow pose," Jack growled.

"Oooh. Nice. Keep it up," Daniel growled right back. Mindful of wet denim against delicate body parts, Daniel shifted his weight off Jack's dick, rubbing off against his hard, muscled thigh instead of his pelvis.

"Assisted Fish?" Jack proposed and Daniel lost it.

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Gradually, over time, we open on all levels. – Shiva Rea

Jack was moving through the bedroom in the grey, pre-dawn light. He pulled on a pair of tight, white spandex/cotton shorts. "I love the look on you," Daniel said appreciatively. Jack put a knee down on his side of the bed and leaned over to put a gentle kiss on the side of Daniel's mouth.

"Go back to sleep," Jack said softly. "I'll let you know when I'm going for my shower."

"You're not going to try to lure me out for partner yoga?" Daniel asked curiously. After all, Jack always hauled him out for the morning run, come hell or high water.

"Nah. You had more than enough workout last night. You'll be feeling that for a week."

Jack ran a finger along Daniel's temple, tucking an imaginary strand of hair behind Daniel's hear.

"I hope so," Daniel said, flexing his hips and thighs a bit, feeling the familiar stretch and burn of a good romp in the sack. Jack huffed a small laugh against Daniel's skin as he kissed him again. Daniel closed his eyes and happily started drifting back off to sleep. He felt the mattress shift as Jack left, padding soundlessly out in bare feet.





Go here for a really nice explanation of vinyasa yoga.

Shiva Rea: Dancing Warrior on YouTube, to give you an idea of how the Warrior sequence described above is done. Just watch with Daniel (or Jack!) goggles on. :D

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