come back in a few hours?"
me?" I demand, gaping in disbelief. Daniel frowns up at me.
sorry, Jack, it's just not convenient for me to be kidnapped right
now," Daniel explains without a hint of apology. He nibbles his
lip thoughtfully, which always does terrible things to me, then glances
at the mound of open textbooks on his desk. "Tomorrow," he offers
grudgingly, taking another quick glance. "Maybe."
"Did I not
make myself clear?" I ask with awful politeness. "This is a
foothold situation. I've been possessed by an alien entity whose
sinister agenda must be discovered and thwarted by SG-16. All
they know is that to accomplish my evil ends, I kidnapped you."
in mild amusement, my putative hostage considers this. "It's an
exercise," he contradicts authoritatively. "Pretend. So why
don't you go do what you have to pretend to do…" he waves a vague hand
towards the hallway, "while I stay here, pretend to be a suitably
submissive hostage and actually get some work done." Daniel sits
back and shoots me a bright look that insists 'win win'.
to respond to this by touching the barrel of my P-90 to the tip of
thoroughly enjoyed liberating my P-90 from the Armoury, although this
opinion is not shared by the Armoury Sergeant, Susan Grimes, who I know
for a fact asked Daniel out on a date. I'm sure next time someone
feels the urge to shoot something, they'll untie her. As soon as
they've busted her out of the locker, they'll untie her.
I have to
admit I'm enjoying Daniel's reaction more. He's trying to look
down his nose, literally, and is starting to get pissed off.
ass in gear, Daniel," I order impatiently. "Carter and Teal'c
will only be under my malign alien influence for another five minutes
and then they're going to come to their senses and start shooting at
us. We have to get to the gate room."
looks at my P-90, my black fatigues and my hat in turn, a quizzical
eyebrow raised. It's the only move he actually makes.
"We're going for a subtle exit, then," he
steadily at Daniel. Then I grab him by the scruff off the neck
and haul him up. He scowls at me, looking ruffled and
indignant. We stand there toe to toe, glaring at one another, my
arm clasped tight around Daniel's waist, my weapon resting on his
shoulder. His fists are clenched white-knuckled in my
jacket. He's going red, very slowly, colour tiding over his face
"I - I
could probably get some work done in your off-world lair," he offers
gruffly, shyly peeking through his lashes at me and swallowing hard,
his fingers spreading to fondle my jacket a little.
killing me. Being this close to him makes my cock throb and my
heart pound and it doesn't help in any way that I can read him like he
can read those books scattered on his desk. Daniel would die if
he knew I knew he had a crush on me. The day I retire, he'll
know. It feels like I've been in love with him forever.
ever noticed I was a seething mass of thwarted hormones, maybe we'd
have the talk a tad sooner, but as it is, I'm looking like a sexual
harassment charge about to happen, so we'd better boogie. I clear
my throat, Daniel jerks back from whatever pleasant daydream he just
lost himself in, jumps violently, goes very pale, blurts something
about his books and wriggles free.
I feel so
guilty for being horny when he doesn't have a clue, and he looks so
damned hot when he's panicky, I help him pack.
excuse for me carrying one of his bags when we sneak out of his office
the obvious one.
seems to have exterminated the entire control room technical staff with
extreme prejudice. It's awash with artistically limp
bodies. Teal'c is wide-eyed and nervous as he surveys the
stricken from a spot adjacent to the door.
actually zat the poor bastards?" I hiss as Carter tippy-taps the final
co-ordinate into the dialling computer.
hostage gently chides his beloved friend and confidante.
glances over her shoulder, shooting him an evil look. "Shouldn’t
the hostage be secured, Sir?"
hostage trailed along quite happily watching my ass, Major, thank
you. Not that having Daniel bound doesn't appeal…
attains some kind of enlightenment, trotting over to rifle through the
pack I'm carrying for him. I avoid Teal'c's raised eyebrow as
Daniel emerges temptingly waving a bag of M&Ms at her.
Carter's stony face melts to a look of misty gratitude as she bashfully
accepts them from him, going a little pink.
rolling his eyes. Couldn't agree more. Everyone's life
would be a lot easier if Carter was, shall we say, regular.
I'm getting off light, getting safely off-world with the linguist, when
the astrophysicist pops the seal on the virgin family-sized bag and
starts scarfing down the treats. Especially when Daniel's 'big
sister' Sam still ties him up.
Teal'c," Daniel whispers as we sneak down the stairs from the control
room to the gate room.
useful hostage, checking out the hallway for me and generally watching
my back as I swipe my security card through the door control.
I contradict grimly. "Let's show some hustle. The exercise
briefing said the effects of my alien mind-whammie were intense but
processes this. Light footsteps pitter-patter onto the stairs and
rapidly down. Daniel shows commendable survival instincts,
actually making it up the ramp and accelerating into the wormhole while
I'm still backing up step by painful step firing at Carter, who's taken
cover behind the machine gun. I'm only grateful she got some
candy-coated additives into her first. Meanwhile, our noble
warrior is prudently rendering first aid to the fallen in the control
room while I'm dodging the intense intar zatting. In fact, my
loyal 2IC has zatted me at least thrice and is yelling about me
cheating when I haul ass into the wormhole.
it on general principle.
My ass, I
mean. Not the wormhole.
hostage," Daniel reminds me, settling pleasurably back against his
chosen rock with the air of a man with nothing better to do than
loll around enjoying the sunshine.
already clipped his sunglasses to his glasses and given him a cool
drink and half a Snickers bar on humanitarian grounds and now the lazy
little shit is going to repay me by sitting on his ass watching while I
pitch that tent, carry that water, and generally toil like Suzy
No way I'm
letting him get away with this. No frigging way. He is not
Syndrome," I remind him sharply, hands balling into fists on my hips.
smirk is tugging at Daniel's undeniably luscious lips. "That
won't kick in until you've vacuumed the lair, fluffed the pillows in my
air-conditioned cell and served me seconds of the nice dinner you've
cooked for me," he retorts pleasantly, blatantly snuggling down for a
I sigh and
moodily mooch over to erect the tent, sadly admitting to myself Daniel
really is that cute and I really am that sappy. The worst thing
is that until I met Daniel, I had that typical, uncomprehending 'Cute?
What the hell is cute?' guy thing going.
notice that your favourite pain-in-the-ass comes complete with
beautiful blue eyes without noticing a few things about yourself
too. It's a very short step from realisation to
objectification. Another guy thing.
snore from the linguist has me grinning and stepping lightly.
Carter yells at Daniel for working too hard. Carter! Teal'c
and I just chew our nails fretting about the pair of them.
is tossed up in no time, mostly because you could blink and miss the
damned thing. A two-man pup? Please. Hound, maybe.
laying a camp-fire that could get me a badge from any Scout Troop, I
decide to patrol around the lair. We're in a sleepy little hollow
of fragrant meadow grasses and rocks, surrounded by a huge prairie-like
slough that extends far beyond the range of the UAV. Looking
around, I can't decide if it reminds me of Africa or Kansas. The
rocks are purple, which doesn't help.
SG-7 are a
radio call away, watching the soil science types in the research
station. Major Morrow commented bitterly that there's fuck-all
else to do here, now that Hammond has stopped the team hacking the long
grasses into rude messages for the UAV to spot. Morrow actually
knows what the scientists are doing here. I'd hate to think I
could be so bored I'd care.
not about to leave Sleeping Beauty snoring even if he is disturbingly
arousing with his wrists tied and his mouth open and…
It's a very short step. Straight down. This is my friend,
I stop in
my tracks at the breathy little moan from Daniel, greedily drinking in
his sudden sweet smile, the restless shifting of his hips.
desperately needs to get laid. Maybe even more than I do.
if he's thinking of me?
steering us towards a table-land the UAV picked up. Daniel is
chattering as usual, and I don't mind, as usual. It helps keep
both our minds off the fact that we're insanely attracted to one
another and lying about it to each other, even if we're both long past
the stage of lying to ourselves.
understand why there's a gate here," Daniel says, turning from the
trail he's blazing to glance back at me.
good with a machete. His timing is impeccable, much like the
rhythmic swaying of his ass, a part of his anatomy which keeps me up at
nights. It's got me up right now, too, unfortunately.
leaves ineradicable evidence in the topography," Daniel comments
Make with the ass!
has circled out to its maximum range and there are no signs of
habitation - no construction of any kind."
looks and sounds annoyed, not fascinated.
like it here, do you?" I say, curious. Daniel waits until I catch
up to him.
he says in a soft, low voice.
listen, standing close but trying not to look, at least not at each
other. What I hear above the faint whispering of the breeze
stirring the grasses is my heartbeat. Daniel's breathing.
Mine. The pulse of blood pounding in my ears.
disagree. "Maybe that's the point."
looks up at me, frowning, thinking this through. As he begins to
speak, my hand is moving, clapping over his mouth. Daniel rocks
back a step, snatching away from me, but not before I realise the soft
warmth against my palm was an involuntary kiss. He's bright red,
so tense he's practically vibrating, all alone with me in this vast,
oppressive stillness. His eyes are begging me to lie, to make
like I don't have a clue what just happened.
trouble is, I do have a clue and I'm only human. I swear its
instinct that moves me. Daniel is scared. I hate to see it
in him; he's supposed to be fearless. At least, he was.
He's absolutely terrified when I grab him, literally cringing as my
arms go around him. I don't think there's a word for what he is
when he feels my erection bulging against him. Whatever he is,
I'm right there with him. He's as hot, hard and horny as I am,
although I hope I'm not as pale as he's just gone.
not romantic. We are not in the moment. I have this
gorgeous guy clasped tightly to my manly chest, and now I've got him I
don't know what to do with him. I feel like I'm fourteen again;
wheezing, stupid and slightly nauseated. Daniel appears to be
ridiculous. Two grown men who want to kiss one another should be
able to get it together long enough to actually manage the lip lock.
it," I blurt.
Daniel bleats, looking wild around the eyes.
is flashing before my eyes but I lean in and bang our noses painfully
together anyway. Daniel jerks back, his glasses hanging drunkenly.
I think we
both realise at the same time its not going to happen.
sigh, feeling totally deflated.
to - to - t-talk," Daniel stammers.
insult to injury. "And we didn't even get to lock lips," I
bitterly complain. Daniel's fingers don't seem to be working so I
lend an assist with the glasses, gently hooking them back over both
Daniel's gentle mouth falls open.
I shrug like it's no big thing, which really pisses Daniel off.
His shy, disbelieving look fades to wary defensiveness and in the next
breath he's hacking seven kinds of shit out of the grass, leaving me
standing like a lump on a log in his machete-fuelled wake.
happened?" I call after him, keeping a prudent distance. The only
intelligible word in Daniel's muttered response is 'jerk'. "I'm
wasn't second thoughts." I have no idea what I'm talking
about. "Panic, maybe?" I suggest hopefully. Throw me a
frickin' bone, Daniel. Drowning here.
stops in his tracks, directing a milder, enquiring look over his
shoulder at me. "Panic?" he prompts, revealing a hint of
tactfully refrain from pointing out that if Daniel had been flapping
any harder, he'd have taken flight. "I've never actually…" I
gesture between us, mano y mano. "You know?"
nods. Thank God he does know because there is no way in hell I am
spelling it out, even if he is nibbling his lip and looking deliciously
either," Daniel admits, scrupulously honest.
I ask the grass behind his left shoulder.
Daniel asks the grass over my right.
going to happen when he's ten feet away from me, something Daniel
realises at the same time I do. No way in hell either of us could
just close that gap and - you know. Do it.
along in brooding silence. I never knew there was only one thing
more awkward than making a pass at your closest friend. Try not
making a pass, and your friend knowing you wussed out.
little plateau is very crowded, given it's just the two of us and all
outdoors. Daniel is not speaking to me. He's been slumped
on his ass pretending to be asleep for the past forty-one
minutes. I think I can call his bluff in about as many
seconds. I just lie down next to him. After a moment, I
slip my sunglasses on and lie with my arms folded over my chest, legs
crossed comfortably at the ankles, just the same as Daniel. We
look like the Blues Brothers.
As I have
no idea what to say and still less what to do, all I accomplish is
prone silence. I think Daniel is stealing little looks at me, but
he's too quick for me to catch him at it.
he surges up, leans over and plants one on me.
taken aback I don't do a damn thing. Not that there's time.
Fastest strategic withdrawal on record. I look over at Daniel,
slumping again, his eyes determinedly closed, feeling justifiably
aggravated. "I know you're not asleep! You just kissed me,
for cryin' out loud!"
flips me the finger with the confidence of a man who at least attained
lip lock on his closest friend.
try that again?"
for?" Daniel retorts, looking mulish.
ready!" I complain. It occurs to me I'm overlooking the obvious
here. It takes two to tango. I lean over Daniel and kiss
him. We actually make contact long enough for me to process a
little sensory input before I roll away and make like it never happened.
tastes good! The lips? Better than they look.
Softer. Plumper. Sweeter. I am totally going to do
this again. Right now! Damn retirement.
As I roll
over again, Daniel looks right at me over the top of his sunglasses
while he slowly, slowly licks his lips. I get an honest to god
quiver running right through me. I lean in, staring intently,
only to find Daniel's hand holding me back. "Can I kiss you
again?" I ask straight out, past caution.
sure," Daniel says uncertainly.
I snap, stung. If this is about technique, practice can only lead
thing, we have no idea when SG-whatsit will launch their rescue
attempt," Daniel suggests tartly.
annoyed that I have to give him this one, although I figure it'll be
twelve hours minimum. Carter, bless her PMS-evil little heart,
will make them sweat for it. "And?" I demand.
sure I want to…" Daniel grimaces. He also doesn't say what he's
not sure he wants to…
I think I
know. "Have sex with me?" I ask instantly.
you know you want to have sex with me?" Daniel counters. "You've
never done this either."
"I have an
can't think of anything to say to that.
we just get naked and see what happens," I suggest. "Back at the
tent." I'm strongly drawn to the idea of slipping and sliding all over
Daniel in the sleeping bags, zipped together. Daniel shoots me an
odd, slightly mischievous look, then meekly agrees.
head back to camp," I shamelessly suggest.
walk may be enough to embarrass the shit out of Dr. Daniel Jackson, but
the flyboy is made of sterner stuff. I haven't been laid in so
long I've almost forgotten how it works. I'm not about to let
Daniel come between me and having sex with Daniel.
The boy in
question is so confident I'll be a mass of conflicted 'just say no!'
apprehension he's almost swaggering. It's doing extremely
interesting things to his ass, which is curvy in the best way to start
with. He's walking - and blessedly not talking - motivation.
doubt strikes him when we march into camp and I have to use both my
hands in the small of his back to propel him across to the little
tent. If he really doesn't want to do this now - I refuse to even
think 'ever' - I have every intention of jerking off loudly all night
long, one sleeping bag over.
discover almost immediately that it's impossible to make a sexy
entrance to a tent you have to crawl into. Daniel is visibly
annoyed when I stuff him into a corner and start zipping.
believe you can coolly walk back here and want sex with your best
undressing," I order, focusing on the only relevant thing.
grudgingly slips off his jacket, buying some time by folding it
neatly. He's going red again.
as if I haven't been imagining having sex with you," I tell him, trying
for a nice, easy tone, and finding it, I think. Daniel responds
with a small, diffident smile.
he admits, tackling his bootlaces with gusto.
that this isn't exactly - romantic." That's an
understatement. "But it is very us," I add firmly. I don't
think that sounds very positive, to be honest, but Daniel appears to
take it philosophically, neatly stuffing his left sock into his boot,
then tackling the right. "You do want?" I look at him
anxiously. Daniel is definitely bashful, but there's this look in
his eyes as he gazes at me. I feel nauseated again. It's
excitement. Or that burrito I had for breakfast.
wistful longing in Daniel's voice hits close to home. Too
close. Been there. Done that. Know I should wait to
do this. Daniel knows it too, which I guess is why he never said
a word. "I'm a selfish bastard."
Daniel agrees, but he still shifts his ass next to mine, looking at me
like he wants to touch. I yank my T-shirt over my head, which
seems to help. Daniel's fingers come up to rest on my bare
love with you, Jack," he whispers courageously, his voice shaking
I gently promise, touching his cheek. His skin is warm,
unbelievably soft. "For a while." Maybe this isn't the
moment, but it's a moment, and this is us, so it's all we've
got. It seems right to kiss, so we do. We lean in together,
stop and look at each other, Daniel smiling suddenly, with such aching
sweetness it cuts me to the bone. He's trembling when his mouth
brushes mine, his hand lifting to hold my face.
rushing. Taking it slow and easy, here. Tasting.
Touching. Soft, closed-mouth kisses. Daniel is the one who
leans back suddenly, pulling his T-shirt off. My hands are on him
before he has his head clear of the fabric. He jumps when I touch
him, but that's okay. I've never touched him like this.
I've never had skin. All I can think to do is lie down with him,
hold him close, his heart beating madly against mine. Daniel
holds me too, stretching up to kiss again.
hesitates, his mouth a breath from mine. "I still don't know if
I'm ready for sex, Jack."
was. I am. I figure - let's wait a while. Let's make
love. "Kissing okay?" The relief on Daniel's face tells me
this was the right call, the smart call. He melts into me, soft
eyed and clinging. The kissing is way better than okay.
Daniel's tongue curls beneath mine, moist, tender pressure rubbing me
just right. The kissing is great but the guy - damn, but Daniel
is absolutely delectable.
The guy is
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