Disclaimer: I want them, I need them, but they need each other more. And if I owned them, I'd be getting the most thorough fucking of my life, not writing this fic.
Newbies
By The Huntress
Authors Note: Extra Points To Anyone Who Knows Where The Two SF's and The Lady Captain Come From
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Jack enters the room, laying down on his stomach, head pillowed in his arms. He feels the warm drizzle of the oil coating his back, feels the hands massaging it deeply, feels everything just go away for a little while. The oiled dick at his ass feels good, real good, and he moves to his knees, impaling himself on the hardened shaft. Damn, it's better then anything he's ever felt. Hard and deep, he fucks himself on the thick cock until he can't go on anymore.
Glancing back, he catches site of the man whose dick is giving him pleasure. Sees the blue eyes baring into his very soul. He comes with a shout....
"JACK! JACK ARE YOU OKAY!"
Jack startles at the voice. "Daniel," he whispers. He hears the banging on his office door, hears the unlocking of the cylinder and comes face to face with his fantasy. Not that this is a new occurrence, mind you. Jack has just never been caught with his dick in his hand before.
"Oh, oh Jack. I am sooo sorry. I thought you were in pain and I let myself in and...." Daniel finds himself staring at Jack's come soaked cock. Even softened it is impressive.
"Could ya shut the door Danny!" The door shut. "And lick it...er, lock it."
"Lick it or lock it Jack. Which do you want me to do first?"
Jack's mouth drops open. "Huh?"
"I guess I better lock the door." Daniel swipes his card, then turns to Jack. "Now, I can lick it."
Daniel kneels before Jack, mouth covering Jack's hardening shaft...Jack's ears begin to ring...the sound just like the alarm clock....
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Jack cracked an eye open, tossing his alarm clock against the wall, smashing it to bits. "Another one bites the dust." He got out of bed, stumbled into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and relieved himself. Into the shower, wash, dry, shave, brush teeth, and dress, all in the span of twenty minutes. "God you are *so* stuck in a rut Jack," he mumbled to himself. Before he headed downstairs he made a quick trip to the closet where he removed one brand new alarm clock. He had eight more in his closet; he'd discovered that when his 'Daniel dreams' were interrupted by said clocks he tended to trash them. "You've got your morning timed to the second. Wouldn't it be nice to be late for a change?" He shook his head. "Nah. Daniel would never let me live it down. But I could do *something* different. There are other ways to get to work." He quickly got changed (in a record three minutes), packed a second set of clothes in his backpack, and headed to the Mountain.
Sergeant Bender was new to the base, and being low man on the totem pole was relegated to guard duty first thing in the morning. He was a bit surprised to see the vehicle heading toward the gate. He called over another new marine, thinking they might need to eject the intruder. Nobody at Cheyenne Mountain would *dare* come to work like that.
"Excuse me, but this is a military base," Bender said, "and you'll have to leave the premises."
The man reached into his jacket and both marines drew their guns. "Whoa! I was just getting some ID." He held it out, Bender looking at the ID, then at the man.
The second marine, Sergeant Fry, looked at the ID and swallowed hard. "Colonel O'Neill?"
Jack lifted the visor on his helmet. "Yeah."
Bender grew pale. "Oh shit."
Jack narrowed his eyes. "After your shift here, you'll report to maintenance, where you will each get a toothbrush and scrub the grout off the tile in SG1's locker room. Do I make myself clear?!"
"Yessir!" Both marines shouted, giving him a salute.
"It's too early in the morning for this shit." He gunned the Harley's engine and sped around the gate, making sure to kick up some dust as he passed the marines, popping a wheelie as he headed to his parking space.
As he pulled into his space, he chuckled to himself. All of the cleaning crews refused to clean up SG1's locker area. They would scrub the toilets for any SG team but SG1. Jack wondered if it was the leftovers Teal'c left in his locker; food from Chulak that literally took on a life of its own, scaring Airman Philip Aames half to death. Since that incident, he and his team had taken turns scrubbing the grout and cleaning everything else.
It was his week to clean...but now he had two marines to do it for him.
He just loved it when George wasn't there; he was in charge for a whole three days. But he did have to tone it down a bit. Jack had promised the general he'd be a 'good boy' this time, while George was in DC.
*********
"No parties in the gateroom Jack; no recalling teams because you won fifty tickets to an Avalanche game and want to take everyone; no giving promotions because you're having a 'good day'. I hated telling Siler he'd have to give up the rank of captain, although I did just finish signing off on his staying an officer; a lieutenant."
"Lieutenant Sparky," Jack snickered.
George narrowed his eyes. "And NO dialing Goa'uld planets and throwing nasty messages attached to rocks through the Gate. Yes, I found out about that. Sergeant Davis complained you wouldn't let him send them via UAV."
*********
Jack got off his bike, slinging his pack over his right shoulder. Maybe it was time for good old Walter to take a trip through the Gate. He walked to the first elevator with no problem and rode down to level fifteen, getting off for elevator number two. He got on with a woman he had never seen, remembering that there were two new SG teams and nine new members of the SGC in various jobs. He also knew he was being stared at. Turning around, he smiled. "Something I can do for you?"
"Is that *real* leather?" she asked.
"Don't tell me you're one of those anti-leather nuts, please?"
"Oh no, not me." She smiled shyly, nodding to his helmet. "What do you ride?"
Jack actually felt his face growing warm. "'87 Harley."
"Cool." She got off at level twenty-two, turning back to smile at him. "Maybe I'll see you at lunch. We can talk bikes."
Jack smiled back. "Maybe you will." The doors closed behind her and Jack had a brief fantasy of pulling her back, tossing her against the wall, and ravishing her. She quickly morphed into Daniel, and Jack had to shake his head to clear it; Damn, Daniel was even invading his pussy fantasies now. 'Jack, you really need to get laid.'
He got off at level twenty-seven, heading to the locker room to change before heading to level twenty-eight and the debriefing with SG2 regarding P4C-988. 'Oh joy of joys,' he thought, 'nothing like being in charge.'
He said, "Good morning," as he passed Janet and Sam, not noticing the stares both gave him but hearing the shocked "Ho-ly Hannah!"
He turned, tilting his head at them, confused. "Something the matter, ladies?"
"Leather, Jack?" Janet said, swallowing hard.
"Black leather," Sam sighed.
"Yeah, and....? I rode my bike in and didn't wanna mess up my clothes, okay? I'm on my way to change."
"NO!" Sam shouted, breath hitching as she turned a slight shade of red. "I mean, it suits you sir."
"Oh yes," Janet nodded, in total agreement. "Perfect. I wouldn't change a thing."
They continued to stare, blatantly undressing him with their eyes. "I thought you two liked...each other," he said.
"We still enjoy looking," Janet drawled, smiling at him.
"Don't you two have something to do?"
"Yes sir! Sorry sir! On our way to do...something sir!" The two women chuckled and whispered to each other as they headed down the hall, turning back once to look at him. Well, not at *him* exactly; Jack noticed that they were staring at the lower part of his anatomy.
"Perverts," he muttered, turning the corner to his office, walking straight into Daniel, knocking papers to the floor.
"Sorry, wasn't watching where I was going."
"That's your biggest problem Dannyboy," Jack laughed, bending down to help Daniel pick things up.
Daniel smiled at him, then glanced at Jack's attire...smelled Jack's attire...damn, the combined scents of leather and Jack's aftershave were making him hard. Jack bent over to pick up the last piece and Daniel gulped. The view of Jack's ass was amazing. Oh to grab it...fondle it...lick it until Jack begged for more....
"DANIEL!" Daniel blinked at him. "Welcome back to Earth."
"Sorry Jack. I was thinking about my presentation to SG19. They're new here and...."
"You'll do fine, just like always." Jack reached out, straightening Daniel's tie. "Looking good Spacemonkey."
Daniel wanted to say 'you too', but chickened out. "Thanks Jack. So, what was up with Sam and Janet?"
"They think I should keep the leather on."
Daniel's mouth dropped open and he had to force his eyes to stay focused on Jack's face. "You should change Jack. Yeah. Leather can...chafe down at this level. It's kind of humid."
Jack had never heard that, but if Daniel said so, then it must be true. "Okay Daniel. I'll go change. I'll see you later."
Daniel just sighed to himself.
"I wish you'd keep the leather on," he muttered.
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Jack was in the conference room, SG2 sitting around the table. Not overly fond of marines, he made an exception for them. They had all been on that very first mission together so many years before; they and SG1 were like one big family...a dysfunctional family. And Jack O'Neill was the consummate big brother to all.
He propped his feet up on the table. "Okay Lou, what was on the planet?"
"Trees." Lou sailed a paper airplane towards Jack.
Jack scrunched up his face. "I hate trees." He also scrunched up the plane, taking a piece of paper to make his own.
"So do I," Captain Tom Casey added. "Ya know Jack, I used to like trees." He shot a spitball at Jack, who ducked; the ball landed on a picture of the president.
"Me too Tommy," Jack grimaced. "But *every* planet*! Even the desert ones have trees." He finished folding his paper airplane and sailed it back to Feretti, smoother then Lou's.
"Abydos didn't," Lou pointed out, balling up the plane and throwing it back at Jack.
"Smartass," Jack muttered.
"Yeah! You should have heard some of the remarks he made on the planet," Tom chuckled. "Totally undignified. You would have thought he was a flyboy or something. You know how uncouth those Air Force grunts are."
Jack's spitball landed on Tom's cheek. "We uncouth types never miss."
"Look Jack, I got a date tonight," Captain Warren pouted. "Can we get this over with? You're not gonna turn this into the usual two hour debrief, are you?"
"No. And does anyone know the new redhead?"
"Only one redhead," Lou smiled. "Captain Turanga Leela."
Jack smiled. "Okay, debriefing, uh, adjourned. Just type up the reports before you leave base, so I can sign 'em and toss 'em in the 'out box'. Oh, and guys? Your colonel would like to get some quality time with Captain Leela. So when you see her, talk about me."
Lou snorted. "Jack, if we talk about you she'll never go out with you." He was gone before Jack had a chance to answer him.
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The rest of Jack's day was taken up by a few more meetings, then on to his favorite thing...paperwork. Everyone had a requisition for something. A few things in the mundane pile caught his eye though and put a smile on his face.
SG9 wanted some new games for the rec room Playstation 2. Jack signed off and picked out the games he and Daniel liked, adding them to the list.
Major Griff wanted new BDU's issued for his team. Jack smirked. He knew Griff really wanted them for Captain Linauer alone, so he could watch the Captain's ass in brand new tight BDU's. But to make it look less suspicious, he ordered them for his whole team. Jack decided SG1 could use new BDU's also...especially their archaeologist.
The commissary was ordering meat. Jack knew the best butcher in Colorado Springs and changed the name of the supplier. He also decided that the SGC needed better quality food...Porterhouse and Sirloin steaks came to mind. He thought of Daniel and added Strip steak. He knew what his archaeologist enjoyed. 'No you don't Jack,' he thought. 'You don't know if he's a top or bottom, don't know if he likes you like that...you don't even know if he likes guys!'
Janet ordering a case of condoms. 'Either she's switched to men and dumped Sam or I can stop buying them at the store.' He altered the order slightly, adding 'ultra-thin'...his favorite. 'I wonder what Daniel uses? I couldn't use one with him. If I ever get inside him, I want to feel us skin to skin, that tight ass wrapped around my dick....'
Jack took a deep breath, calming himself, staring at his crotch. His dick was just aching to get out, but he forced himself to focus on the paperwork instead. It was already two o'clock, he was in charge and could dismiss himself when he was done. If there was no crisis. He crossed his fingers and went back to the paperwork.
Two and a half hours later he was done with the first pile of blue forms. No klaxons, no emergencies, no paper-cuts. He decided it was enough and headed to the locker room to change. He entered the shower stall, deciding he was getting out for the night and going to a bar. Too much sexual energy. If he could just have Daniel for one night he could take care of it. Standing under the spray, he took his dick in hand, stroking himself to visions of Daniel on his hands and knees, ass in the air, begging Jack to fuck him.
Jack came so violently he slid down the shower wall, catching his breath. It was a good five minutes before he could move. Coming out of the shower he was glad nobody was around. Instead of his leathers, he put on his other riding clothes: blue jeans, white tee, brown boots, and brown bomber. Everything was worn and formfitting, and even Jack knew he looked good like this. It was the only outfit he wore that made him feel that way. He headed down the hall to the elevator, noticing full well every look he received, yet thankful he was able to get to the surface with no company.
He pulled his bike out, stopping at the gate, where he received a blatant leer from the marine on duty. Jack just smiled back and splattered him with mud as he passed through.
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Evenings out for Jack O'Neill were going nowhere. Sure, he met people, but none of them were Daniel. And he found he had nothing to talk about. He couldn't exactly share his job or what he did during the day. 'What did I do today at work?' he'd snorted to himself. 'Saved the fucking planet, that's what!'.
He liked annoying Daniel about the Avalanche stats, and he knew Daniel enjoyed annoying him about archaeology stuff. They'd share thoughts about planets, and people they'd met on missions, each playing devil's advocate.
In other words, it was *fun* to be around Daniel. Everyone else was boring.
Jack went home by himself that night.
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Bender and Fry were on duty the next morning when a grungy man got to the gate. They immediately drew their guns, ordering him to the floor.
Jack drove up in his truck a few moments later, got out, and observed the situation. "Problems?"
"No sir!" they barked.
"Why is that man on the ground?"
"He approached the gate, and he...well, look at him sir."
Jack knelt down, and turned the man over, biting his lower lip to stifle a laugh. "Um, what exactly happened?"
"My car died, and I walked the last mile. A truck passed me, and some of its...contents...fell off and landed on me."
"I can smell the fertilizer." Jack stood, pulling the filthy and foul-smelling man up. He glared at the two marines. "*This* is Doctor Daniel Jackson. When you see him, make believe he's me."
"Yessir!"
Jack pulled Daniel aside. "You have laundry duty today?" Daniel nodded, and Jack turned back to the marines. "Today, you're gonna do SG1's laundry. And starch Major Carter's clothes. It's a kink. Got it?"
"Yessir!"
Sam would kill him, but you don't put a rubber snake in your CO's sleeping bag and not expect revenge. And he'd have to find out why the laundry room refused to do SG1's laundry; maybe it was Teal'c's pet something-or-other, named, simply, 'Fred', that looked like a huge tarantula...and was in his BDU pocket when the laundry was picked up.
"Now Danny, I have to park my truck. Go straight to the shower. I'll get someone to go retrieve your car and when you're all done, you can help me with my computer. It was acting up before I left yesterday."
"I'll see if I can fit you in Jack," Daniel smiled.
"Thanks."
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By noon, Jack got tired of waiting for Daniel and called for assistance on his PC. He was pleasantly surprised when Captain Leela walked in.
"Colonel." She stood straight and gave him a crisp salute, a bit nervous.
Jack smiled to himself. Nobody saluted him except for 'newbies'. "Captain, I don't bite, contrary to what people say."
"Oh, they don't say you bite sir."
"No?"
"No sir. They say you yell, growl, snap, and snarl. They also say you smirk because you think you're always right."
"I *am* always right," Jack grinned.
"Yes sir. Of course Colonel. Far be it for me, a lowly captain, to disagree with you." She paused. "Permission to speak freely sir?"
"Go ahead, everyone else does. Well, except to General Hammond. Welcome to the SGC. Where we save the planet all the time and can get away with almost everything. Did you notice you don't have to put money in the vending machines? That was my idea. I wanted beer dispensers, but it was vetoed by the Pentagon."
She couldn't help the giggle, wondering if she sounded silly, but was pleased to see Jack smile at her. "Colonel, I have been told that you have more problems with your computer then anyone else on base. Do you not like computers sir?"
"No, and they don't like me."
"Ah, a persecution complex. The computer is out to get you."
"Yeah, it is. It crashes every time I'm at the end of my reports."
"Has anyone else looked at it?" She was taking it apart.
"Do you know what you're doing?" he asked, as she removed some hardware. "I got important stuff on there."
"Yeah, like what? Porn?"
"Too common. As you'll find out, *everybody* has *that*," he chuckled. "Me, I got last years NHL stats. Trying to get the base computer to calculate the scores for...." he paused, thinking he had said too much.
"Would be kind of nice to win for a change. The only high points of my year, were when the Avalanche, who suck by the way, got their asses kicked by the Rangers."
"You like hockey?" The fact that she had just skewered his favorite hockey team went right over his head.
"Five brothers," she grinned. "All jocks. I myself was a goalie for the Brewster Rockets." She held up a panel. "Sir, I found your problem. It's ancient. This is the...."
"I don't care. Can you fix it?"
She popped another panel into place, and put everything back together, in record time. She booted it up, smiling at him. "Good as new."
"How about you let me buy you lunch?" Jack asked. This woman was intriguing...and she liked hockey.
"Uh, I have to work on Major Kovacek's computer sir."
Jack put up his palm, picking up the phone. "Stan," he didn't take his eyes off Leela, "your PC's gonna have to wait a while." Pause. "I'm having lunch with Captain Leela." Pause. "Yeah, the new tech." Pause. "Good-bye Stanley." Jack hung up. "He can't believe I'm having lunch with a geek. I mean...he said it, not me. I'd never call you a geek." He held up three fingers. "Scouts honor."
"It's fine sir. I've been called worse." She held the door open for Jack. "I'm an officer *and* a gentleman."
"Then how about you buy lunch."
"Why not?" She waved out her arm. "After you sir."
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"Okay Daniel, what are you going to do this time? Have it crash when he makes a wordpad? At least this way he calls you to his office a few times a day." Daniel smiled to himself. Replacing some of the parts in Jack's computer was a stroke of genius. Jack hated calling a tech, instead calling Daniel to his office to fix it. They usually ended up going for something to eat whenever Daniel was finished. Eating led to talking, which meant a good time for both men. There was so much work lately, they hadn't had time to just kick back, order a pizza and rent a DVD.
He was walking out of his office when the phone rang. Daniel picked it up, hearing the voice of Stan Kovacek requesting help with his computer, as there were no techs available.
"No can do. I promised Jack I would fix his." Pause. "Oh he did." Pause. "Lunch? With Turanga Leela? The redhead with the...." Daniel blushed in embarrassment at the phrase that popped into his head. "Okay Stan," Daniel said softly, "I'm coming."
Kovacek had a minor glitch, which Daniel was able to fix in a few minutes. They chatted for a while, then Daniel headed to the commissary to get his lunch and maybe join Jack and the Captain. It was almost noon and there was a crowd, but Daniel spotted the silver-haired head in the corner. He then got a clear view of Jack and Leela laughing over something. Appetite gone, he retreated to his office, where he buried himself in a translation. There was no use in mooning over a completely straight Air Force colonel. So he and Jack would never be lovers; they'd always be best friends. That was better then nothing.
And if Daniel kept telling himself that, he'd convince himself it was the truth.
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SG18 were a new science team and unfamiliar with Jack O'Neill, other then the fact that he led SG1 and that he was second-in-command. SG1 had been offworld when SG18 was put together. They had met Daniel and Sam, but that was about it. Jack had suggested Sam take charge of the new team but his 2IC was quite happy with SG1 and told him in no uncertain terms that the only way she was leaving *her* team was kicking and screaming.
All SG18 were told upon their return from P3X-715 (their first mission) was that Hammond was in DC and the colonel was in charge. They were to report to him for debrief.
The four entered, saluting crisply, standing by their seats.
'Oh goody,' Jack thought, 'this is gonna be fun.' Aloud he asked, "You can all take a seat. I'm Colonel Jack O'Neill. Let's get straight to business as time is a-wasting. Major, or should I call you Doctor?" He remembered his first meeting with Carter.
"Major is fine sir."
"Good. Major Sellis, what was on the planet?"
"The atmosphere consisted of two parts...."
Jack narrowed his eyes. 'Let's see what they can take.' Aloud, "Were there trees?"
"Trees, sir?"
"Yeah, trees. Leafy things. Some big, some small. Ya know, trees."
"Uh, yes sir."
"I KNEW IT!"
Jack's shout caused Lieutenant Parks to fall out of his chair.
"Oh, sorry. Ya see, one of the things you will discover about the planets you will visit, is that they all have trees. Don't ask me why. Now, take P5S-118. Blue trees with orange stripes on the bark and pink and green polka-dotted leaves. I'm glad I didn't see that in the sixties. And P9G-665. Trees that reached the sky, with purple bark and matching leaves. Then there's P2K-511. No bark, no leaves, but the trees are alive, like in 'The Wizard Of Oz'. Friendly though, and they have this habit of...."
Major Sellis was having an internal conversation with herself, wondering if this man before her, rambling about trees, was *really* Colonel O'Neill. After all, she had never met the man, but heard he was a brilliant officer. *This* man was a loon. She excused herself for a moment and left the room, quickly spotting Daniel.
"Doctor Jackson!"
"Hi...uh, Doctor Sellis, isn't it?"
"Yes sir."
"Daniel, please. I'm not in the military."
"Okay, Daniel. My team and I went into the conference room to debrief with Colonel O'Neill."
"And....?"
"The man in there, he says he's Colonel O'Neill, but...."
"But what?" Daniel was afraid. What could Jack have possibly done? Then again, it *was* Jack; *anything* was possible.
"Well he's...he's ranting about trees. He says there's a planet where the trees are like the ones in 'Oz', that they're alive." She snickered. "Is there a mental ward in this complex?"
"P2K-511."
"Excuse me?"
Daniel sighed. "P2K-511. They're nice trees though. And they hate the Goa'uld as much as we do."
"Oh shit! Er, sorry. You mean that...he's really...."
Daniel nodded. "Yep. That's him." Daniel went into the room hearing Jack talking about....
"....and there is nothing but naked people. You see, they don't believe in clothing. Or ugly people. Everybody is...a centerfold."
"And that planet has been locked out of the dialing computer," Daniel said. "Colonel, I'd like to speak with you."
"But Daniel, I was just getting to the good part. You know, where you drank too much of the punch and grabbed that man's...."
"JACK!"
"Sorry, boys and girls," Jack smirked, "you'll have to let your imaginations run wild. Just type up your reports and give 'em to me before you leave base. Uh, dismissed."
They all stood and saluted and Jack saluted back. Daniel closed the door behind them.
"Jack...."
"Daniel, I would never finish telling that story. Because then I'd have to tell them you grabbed that man's toupee, yanked it off, laughed hysterically, and then proceeded to throw up on him."
Daniel chuckled. "Trees Jack?"
"Better then SG17. They're still in therapy with MacKenzie."
"You had Teal'c show his symbiote five minutes after they arrived!"
"We met Junior ten minutes after we met Teal'c." Jack nodded, in a 'so there!' motion. "Now, what did you need me for?"
"I just wanted to rescue the new team. I like Major Sellis."
"Yeah? How much do you like her?"
"I don't understand."
"Well," Jack started, "for one, she's the first woman to head an SG team. And I know how you feel about the whole 'equality' thing."
"Jack," Daniel couldn't help the smirk, "you recommended her to the General after you read her file. You were the one who said, 'It's about time a woman had her own team, and since Carter won't take a team of her own, put Sellis in charge. If she made it to Major then she's qualified'. You hadn't even met her and you were pushing for her."
"Well," Jack chuckled, "now she knows me."
"And thinks you're a lunatic," Daniel muttered.
"Daniel, everyone who goes through the Stargate is three fries short of a happy meal."
Daniel couldn't help the muffled giggle at Jack's words; they were said with such conviction.
Jack shrugged. "You can't expect totally sane people to step through a wormhole to go to another planet every other day."
Daniel began to laugh, which turned into a fit, and he leaned against the table to keep his balance.
Jack stood next to him, finally calming enough to repeat his question of earlier. "How much do you like her Danny?"
Daniel, caught up in the moment, didn't bother to think as he spoke his next words. "I'm gay Jack. I like men." He froze, swallowing hard, realizing what he had just said. He saw Jack's face, the brown eyes staring at him in bewilderment. It was the only adjective that came to mind; a look he'd never seen on the colonel before.
Jack was totally flummoxed, wondering how he had missed that piece of information after so many years. "You're gay?" he finally asked. "Sarah, Sha'uri?"
Daniel sat in a chair. "Sarah had a penchant for women but we did have a couple of nights together in the desert when it was just the two of us. 'Comfort sex', I guess you could call it." Daniel paused, studying Jack's face, trying to read it; for the first time he couldn't. "And I had to tell Sha'uri. She understood and I learned to make love with her. I thought I would be there forever and I didn't want to be alone. I *did* love them Jack, in my own way. But there was always something missing. I thought I'd found it once, but I was wrong. Waaaay off."
"I know what you mean," Jack said softly, taking the seat next to him. "Unrequited love is a bitch, isn't it?"
"Sam will come around for you Jack. I can help you with her, you know."
Jack blinked at him. "Sam?"
"I was there during the Zartac tests, remember?"
"You were there but you weren't listening," Jack smiled. "You heard but you didn't *listen*. Sam said she cares about me more then she should and she does. Hell, she's disobeyed orders from the General for me. Now, do you remember what *I* said?"
"That you cared more about her then you should."
"And I do. I would disobey orders if her life were on the line or if she needed me to; even if she just casually asked me over a bowl of Jell-O. And if I had been asked, I would have said I'd do the same for Teal'c or the same for you or the general, no questions asked."
"Then if it's not Sam....?" Daniel asked.
"Sam loves Janet, and Janet loves Sam. Where have you been Danny? They've b een going at it like bunnies for two months now."
"Sam and Janet? I really need to get out of my office more often."
"I've been saying that for years."
"Turanga Leela," Daniel blurted out.
"Captain Leela?!" Jack looked offended. "What makes you think that I...."
"We have lunch *every* day Jack, unless there's a crisis."
"And....?" Jack prompted.
"You were having lunch with her today."
"I'm sorry Danny." Jack smiled at him, ruffling his hair. "And you could have come and joined us."
Daniel took Jack's hand in his, pushing it away. "Why do you always do that to my hair?"
"'Cause it makes you smile. You don't do enough of that; not since Sha'uri...." Jack paused, not wanting to finish.
"Died Jack," Daniel finished for him. "It's okay to say it." Daniel nodded in reassurance. "Really."
Jack glanced down to see Daniel still holding onto his hand. "Kinda nice."
"What?"
"Holding your hand."
Daniel glanced down, embarrassed, trying to pull his hand from Jack's. But it was a futile move...Jack just held tighter.
"I don't wanna let go, Danny."
"Jack don't. You're caught up in the moment, that's all. It'll pass. You'll see." He wrenched his hand from Jack's, walking to the door, hand on the knob. Jack, however, was a bit faster than he looked. Before Daniel could turn the knob, Jack's hand was covering his, stilling it. Jack's other hand wrapped around his waist, holding him still. Jack's lips kissing up his neck, up his face, Jack's tongue in his ear, Jack's breathy words whispered.
"I've been caught up in the moment for six years now." Jack turned Daniel, pushing him against the door. "It hasn't passed yet." He tilted his head, brushing his lips over Daniel's, giving Daniel the chance to push him away. When all he got was a soft moan, he slid his hands down to Daniel's ass, groped him, whispered "This ass is mine," and proceeded to suck Daniel's tonsils out.
For once, Daniel allowed lust to guide him, moving both hands to Jack's hair, grabbing hold and giving as good as he was getting. When they finally came up for air, Daniel's hands wandered to Jack's pants, trying to undo them. Jack stilled his hands and Daniel looked up, meeting Jack's concerned eyes.
Jack took a deep breath, bringing Daniel's palm to his mouth, kissing it softly. "We need dinner, soft music, and a mattress. Our first time needs to be special; we've been working up to it for six years now."
"What about Captain Leela?" Daniel asked innocently. "You two looked pretty...close...during lunch."
Jack grinned. "She's got a husband and a kid. We spent lunch talking Harley's. She's a bike fanatic." The grin turned to a smirk. "Why? You jealous?"
"No, of course not." Daniel was turning pink.
"I think it's sweet." Jack kissed him. "I have a stack of paperwork to finish before George gets back tomorrow. I swear he lets it pile up before he leaves just to spite me."
"Nooo," Daniel deadpanned. "Ya think?"
"Watch it smartass. I'm still your CO."
Daniel took a deep breath. "Do you love me Jack?"
"I don't know," Jack teased, watching Daniel duck his head and silently nod. "Aww Daniel, if you need to hear me say it, I will. I'm just not big on words, you of all people know that." He tilted Daniel's head up, looking into his eyes. "I love you. And the day 'don't ask, don't tell' is abolished you and I are getting married. Or the day I retire. Whichever comes first."
"You'd marry me Jack?"
"Why not?" he grinned. "It would mean moving to Hawaii since they'd recognize our marriage, spending the rest of our days on a beach, with crystal clear waters and a naked archaeologist beside me. Yeah, I think I could make the sacrifice." He hugged Daniel's body against his.
"I don't believe it. You're a romantic sap." Daniel was incredulous.
"Yep, that's me, I'm just a flowers and chocolate kind of guy; although to you I'd give gourmet coffee. Well, probably the chocolate too now that I think about it." He kissed Daniel chastely. "Now go on and leave me to my paperwork. I should be done in about two hours...hopefully." He opened the door, heading to his office.
Daniel followed. "It's requisition time again, isn't it?"
"Yep. Yesterday and today. And when I'm done, I get to send them to the Pentagon."
"The Pentagon? I thought these were just normal office supply requisitions."
Jack shook his head. "Siler does those. These are different. Like cafeteria food, BDU's, and video games."
They got to Jack's office and Daniel's mouth dropped open at the pile of blue forms waiting for his signature. "WHOA!"
"Yes Daniel. This is what I have to get through today."
"Call me before you leave," Daniel said. "We'll get some take out." He turned to leave, but paused. "Jack, you're gay?"
"Oh, so you finally decided to ask me, huh?" Jack grinned. "I'm bisexual since I can remember. Sara knew, but she also knew I'd be faithful to her."
"Will you be faithful to me?" Daniel asked, worrying his lower lip again.
Jack sat down, picking up the first blue form. "Daniel, although my body has slept with many a woman over the last six years, my heart has belonged to one man. And we have *got* to work on these insecurities of yours," he smirked. "That could take weeks, months...*years*."
"Years Jack?"
"Years Daniel. Now leave me alone in my..." he swept his hand over his desk, "...misery."
"Okay Jack." Daniel leaned down and kissed Jack on the cheek. "I love you."
"Me too," Jack murmured, signing the form in his hand, picking up the next. He'd gotten through a dozen of them when he froze in mid-signature...he was doing paperwork. He and Daniel had each confessed their love after six years and he was doing *paperwork*. His heart's desires finally fulfilled and he's reviewing requisition forms. 'Sometimes you are *genuinely* stupid Jack.' He cursed himself, threw down the pen, grabbed his jacket and went to retrieve Daniel.
"Time to go Daniel," Jack grinned as he came into Daniel's office.
"Jack, I just started this parchment that SG18 brought back." He took some notes. "I thought you had paperwork to finish."
Jack snatched the pen from Daniel's hand, yanking him to his feet. "Home."
"But...."
Jack pulled Daniel into his arms, dipped him, said, "No buts Danny," and kissed him senseless. He finally let Daniel have air, looking into the soft blue eyes. "Home."
"Okay Jack," came the whispered response.
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"You have nothing to eat," Daniel whined, searching through Jack's kitchen. "And I think your milk is now cottage cheese."
"I haven't had time to shop since we got back and I keep forgetting to empty the 'fridge. Maybe Carter can use something in there for a science experiment." Jack took out a menu. "Chinese?"
Daniel shrugged. "How about Thai?"
"They don't deliver."
"Then Chinese it is."
Jack ordered enough food for ten people, hung up the phone, and wrapped his arms around Daniel. "About an hour." He nuzzled Daniel's neck. "Let's go to bed."
"What, no foreplay?" Daniel teased.
"Daniel, we've been in foreplay mode for six years now." Jack sighed and tossed Daniel over his shoulder. "I've had enough." He grunted as he carried Daniel up the stairs. "Are you putting on weight?"
"Maybe you're out of shape," Daniel snickered.
"Out of shape?" Jack laughed, tossing Daniel on the bed. "I'll show you out of shape!" Jack began to strip Daniel, tossing clothes all over the place. His own followed quickly, joining Daniel on the bed, eyes taking in the man before him.
Daniel was doing a little looking of his own. "I take it back; definitely *not* out of shape." Daniel turned onto his stomach, stretching out, spreading his legs.
"Someone's kind of eager," Jack chuckled. He straddled Daniel's legs, rubbing Daniel's shoulders, massaging his way down then back up, smiling as he heard the soft moaning.
"Talk to me Jack," Daniel whispered.
Jack was taken aback. He wasn't very vocal during sex, never had been. "Why?"
"Because your voice reminds me it's real and not some fantasy."
"No more fantasies," Jack murmured, kissing his way down Daniel's back. "Only realities." He kissed his way across Daniel's ass, hand reaching into the nightstand, finding the tube. Flipping the cap, he squeezed some on his fingers, warming it.
"Only for you Danny." Jack teased the crease, back and forth, watching Daniel open for him. "I have loved you since the day West introduced us and regretted the day I returned without you." One finger slid in slowly. "Feels good doesn't it?" Jack shifted Daniel to his side, lying behind him. His finger slid out, returning with a second, pushing deep, scissoring, slowly opening Daniel. His right hand slid around, taking Daniel's cock in hand, stroking gently, feeling it harden. This time he returned with three fingers, shoving upwards, feeling Daniel's body jump, hearing the moan. "Wanna feel it again?" Another shove and a scream. "You are so ready." Jack shifted to his knees, continuing to finger-fuck Daniel, bringing one leg over Daniel's, turning Daniel and pulling him to his knees. He grabbed the lube, anointing his dick, and held Daniel open, his body moving forward of its own volition.
"Jack...." Daniel whispered, knowing full well what was about to happen. They couldn't go back after this; no more 'just friends'. All he had to do was say no, and this ended. Jack would never force him, never hurt him intentionally; Jack had always loved him, would always love him, would always be his best friend, even if he said no.
"Daniel?" Jack froze and pulled back, concerned.
Daniel turned to meet Jack's eyes, seeing so much love that he nearly burst into tears. "I never got this far with a man. I always chickened out."
"I'm the first to touch you like this? Why Daniel Jackson," Jack grinned, "I'm honored to pop your cherry." He watched Daniel crack a smile. "And I promise to be extra gentle."
Daniel relaxed, moved to his hands and knees and crawled forward, holding onto the headboard. Jack pulled him flat. "It's less...." Jack started, then stopped.
"....painful," Daniel finished.
"I can't promise you no pain," Jack whispered, covering Daniel's body with his own. "That would be a lie." He rubbed his dick along Daniel's ass. "I *can* promise you the pain goes away." Hands smoothing a path up and down Daniel's arms, kisses to his neck, whispers in his ear. "I *do* love you." He shifted to his knees between Daniel's legs, fingertips caressing, spreading them wider. "Nice ass Danny." He rested his cock at the tightness, slowly spreading those creamy cheeks, hearing Daniel's breath hitch. "So soft...all mine." Jack began to push in, Daniel instinctively trying to pull away. "Relax." Jack moved one hand to Daniel's hip, holding him still. "No...shhh...just me..." Jack felt Daniel's body calm at the soothing words. "Beautiful Daniel...." Jack finally breached Daniel, who was ready to bolt at the intrusion, but Jack was prepared, gripping Daniel tighter. The other hand continued to hold Daniel open, Jack watching his dick slide in, felt it disappearing into warmth. He didn't relax his hold, holding Daniel still as Daniel got used to the feeling. It was only when he was balls deep, and massaged Daniel's sweet spot with the tip of his cock, did Daniel make a sound...Jack now knew how 'The Who' fans felt.
Daniel began to shout, began to shove back, trying to draw Jack deeper, nee ding to feel that sensation again. He squeezed his muscles like a vise, getting a howl from Jack, who shoved in hard, brushing the spot again.
Jack pulled back a bit, Daniel trying to move with him, but still held immobile. "Jack, please, don't stop...please don't stop...oh God please...."
"Won't stop Danny, won't ever stop...." Jack pulled him to his knees and shoved in hard again, undulated his hips, pulled almost all the way out, slamming back in. Daniel threw his head back, and Jack moved forward, sucking Daniel's neck, taking Daniel's lips, fucking Daniel deeper. Finally taking Daniel's cock in his hand, he gripped it hard, jerking rough, pleasuring Daniel. That thought made him even more passionate; he draped himself over Daniel's back, driving deeper still.
Daniel screamed one last time, his thick cream filling Jack's hand, feeling Jack's seed inside him.
"DannyDannyDanny...." Jack was repeating it over and over as he collapsed over Daniel, catching his breath.
"JackJackJack...." A semi-identical mantra from Daniel.
Jack reluctantly pulled himself to his knees, away from Daniel's warmth. "That was...amazing."
Daniel turned onto his back. "Jack...Oh God Jack, I love you so much."
"Love you too."
"And do you realize we just came moaning each other's names like a couple of teenagers?"
"I guess that means you're a sap too." Jack smiled down at Daniel. "Gotta clean up and you can go make some sludge." He went to his bathroom, coming out with a cloth, wiping them both clean.
"If you're referring to coffee, sure. But why now?"
"'Cause maybe I'll wake up and we can play some more." At Daniel's puzzled face, Jack added, "Forty-six years old Daniel. I need a few minutes to recharge my...batteries."
"I'm not forty-six," Daniel almost purred, eyes moving down his body, Jack's eyes following. Daniel was getting hard again, one finger stroking the length, across the tip, bringing it to Jack's lips. Jack got a quick taste, before Daniel took his hand away.
"I don't like being teased," Jack growled, kneeling between Daniel's legs, dipping his head, and swallowing Daniel to the root. He worked Daniel's cock rough, using his teeth and tongue as he raised his head, placing his hands on Daniel's hips. "Enjoy the ride, Dannyboy."
Daniel hated that nickname, but the moment his cock was engulfed in that hot mouth he didn't care what Jack called him. Oh, and Jack could give head; he was driving Daniel insane, bringing him to the edge and back. Just when Daniel was ready to come, Jack drew back, letting him calm, before swallowing again. He was so caught up in Jack's blow-job that he didn't notice Jack squeezing lube on his fingers; didn't notice that Jack had taken one of his hands and was slowly fucking himself on his fingers, stretching himself, slowly opening himself. Daniel did notice, however, when the hot mouth left his dick again and managed to raise his head. "Jack?" He didn't know why Jack was raising himself to his knees, nor why he was straddling Daniel's chest. When Jack placed the pillow under Daniel's head, Daniel was under the impression that Jack wanted him to return the favor...Daniel was more then willing, grasping Jack by the hips and pulling him forward.
"No." Jack shook his head, raising up again, shifting back, taking Daniel's cock in hand. He held it steady, bracing his other hand on Daniel's chest, lowering himself slowly, watching Daniel's face; the blue eyes almost black, the look of wonder.
Daniel slid his hands around Jack's waist, down to Jack's ass, holding him open, feeling his cock grow warm as it eased inside. "So tight...you are sooo tight Jack...."
Jack felt Daniel's balls against his ass and closed his eyes, slowly rocking. "Never bottomed before," he moaned, both hands fingering Daniel's nipples. "Never trusted anybody enough." His head fell back and he rocked harder, brushing his own sweet spot, moaning his lover's name. "Bliss Daniel. Pure and utter bliss." He fell forward, grasping Daniel's arms, pulling him up, wrapping his legs around Daniel's waist. This position gave Daniel the leverage he needed to thrust deep into Jack, bracing his hands on Jack's shoulders, pulling himself up.
"FUCK ME DANNY!"
Daniel moved until he thought he would surely collapse, expending whatever energy he had into pleasuring Jack. He felt Jack's hardness between them, sliding one hand down to fondle Jack's dick. "Come for me again Jack...all over me...."
"DANIEL!!" Jack gave one last shout before Daniel's mouth consumed his, before shooting his load all over them, feeling the come shooting inside him, vision blurring as Daniel stole the air from his lungs. He eventually managed to focus, looking into glazed blue eyes, knowing his own were just as glassy. "Ahh Daniel, that was...I finally found religion." Jack unwrapped his legs and collapsed. It was when he tried to get up that he groaned.
"Jack," Daniel grew concerned, "what's the matter?"
"Knees Danny," Jack groaned. "Forty-six year old knees."
"Aww Jack, you gotta be careful."
"Liniment in the medicine cabinet."
"I know where it is Jack. I've taken care of you so often I've earned a Home Health Care Nurse diploma." Daniel got the cream and a wash cloth. "You know, Jacob owes me a favor. You think maybe the Tok'ra can fix your knees?"
"With my luck Freya and/or Anise would show up and do an experiment on me."
Daniel snickered as he cleaned Jack up, then applied the liniment. "Think about it Jack. With new knees we could get into some...interesting positions."
"No."
"I'll contact Jacob tomorrow."
"No."
"With new knees you could ride me to your heart's content."
"N---" Jack thought for a moment. "There is that. Okay Danny. But if they can and I agree...."
"I'll protect you from Anise *and* Freya." Daniel finished rubbing the liniment in. "Better now?"
"Yeah. I just need some sleep. Can I hold you Danny?"
"You can do whatever you want to me."
"You're going to regret telling me that."
"I highly doubt that Jack."
Jack pulled Daniel into his arms. "Oh yes, you will. Once my knees recover, I can assure you, you will."
"I can hardly wait," Daniel whispered, snuggling into Jack's arms.
"Neither can I," came the whispered response.
Daniel heard Jack snoring a minute later and started to doze off himself. He heard the doorbell and realized dinner had arrived. Untangling himself from Jack, he went downstairs, put the food in the refrigerator, and went back up, snuggling back into Jack's arms. He watched his new lover for a while, before letting sleep finally claim him also.
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Epilogue
"Yes sir," Jack said softly, "I know I was supposed to have all the requisitions done by today sir." Jack tried the puppy dog eyes with the general but they weren't working. So he decided, in true Jack O'Neill fashion, to be blunt. "Daniel distracted me...George." He smiled, letting the General know that this was personal; between George and Jack.
"Do you want to elaborate...Jack?"
"Daniel's moving in with me."
"I see. Toaster oven or blender?"
Jack chuckled. "This is Daniel, remember?"
"Espresso maker," George smiled.
"And a week to go fishing."
"I can spare you a few days."
"I'm gonna marry him," Jack said flatly.
"Wait for me to retire Jack," George replied, "and I would be happy to give the bride away."
"Cool," Jack snickered. "It'll be Daniel because I don't look good in white taffeta."
"And in the interim, Colonel, you can finish these requisitions."
"Yes sir, General," Jack just smiled and buried his head in the stack of blue forms.
FIN
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