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The Survey Says....
By The Huntress
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General Hammond stared at his finest SG team, glad they were on stand down for a week. They had been on almost nonstop duty, planet to planet, without a decent break, for almost two months. Three of them had left the mountain together the evening before, but an early call from the General had them back at the SGC at eleven o'clock the next morning. He told them it was unofficial, so they could dress in their civilian clothes.
Jack was unshaven, and particularly grungy looking. He was wearing a white T-shirt, and a leather jacket, well-worn blue jeans, and biker boots. On the table, in front of him, was a black biker helmet, with a cobra painted on the back.
Next to Jack sat Daniel, who also needed a shave, but whose eyes were red and bleary. He was wearing a new pair of black jeans, that *he* thought were too tight, but that Jack thought were perfect. Those jeans had also earned him the leers of two dozen men and women they passed on the way to the conference room. On top, a Santana T-shirt, covered by a black denim jacket, form fitting like the pants. In front of him also sat a black helmet, with Marvin Martian on it, and three cups of strong coffee. "You didn't have to take the turns so quickly, Jack."
"You don't trust me Dannyboy?"
"We could have taken the truck."
"But my Harley’s more fun," Jack smiled. "And you get to hold on to me."
"I don't mind taking the bike out on Sunday morning," Sam shrugged. She was dressed like Jack, except she had a purple T-shirt, and a purple helmet, with a wild mustang design. "No traffic. Perfect time to ride."
Teal'c sat, in his standard uniform. "I would like to experience a motorcycle."
"Well Teal'c," Sam drawled, with a sly smile, "how about after our meeting, we get you a helmet out of supplies, change your clothes, and I give you the Harley-Davidson experience."
"I forgot my glasses," Daniel pouted.
"If there's anything important for you to see," Jack said, "I'll let you know."
"If I may get on with this," the General interrupted, "so you can get on with your time off...." He paused, but no one spoke. "Recently, as you know, the various SG teams were asked, in a survey, how you enjoy being stationed at Cheyenne Mountain, the things you liked and disliked, how things could be improved, and questions or comments in general you might have."
Jack smirked. "Ah well, you know the government."
"I do not," Teal'c said, tilting his head at Jack.
"I explained that to ya T," Jack started. "Our government, every administration, tries to improve on military life on military bases. Every few years, you get a survey. You fill it out, it goes back to DC, where it gets lost forever. Nothing changes." He chuckled, smiling at Sam. "Right Carter?"
"You got it sir," she nodded.
"This one was different," Hammond said, narrowing his eyes at them. "You see, the big boys know what we *really* do here. We've been here six years. They were willing to go along with some suggestions you *might* have given. So I gave that survey to eighteen SG teams, men and women who put their lives on the line every day, not only for their country, but for their planet. I trust my SG teams with my life, and so I just sent the results for those eighteen teams to the Pentagon without reading them."
Daniel choked on his coffee, spitting it over the table. Jack had to bite his lip to stop the laugh he just knew was coming. Sam tried to wish herself into nonexistence, and Teal'c got paper towels.
"Senator Duggan wants to know why my finest SG team is in the field, when they should be locked up in a padded cell."
"General...." Daniel started.
Hammond glared at him, in that patented 'I may not be your father, but I can still kick your ass' sort of way, and Daniel shrunk back into his chair...and scooted his chair behind Jack's. "Anyway, I have been going over the surveys with the SG teams, and now I would like to go over yours. First off, *every* person, on *every* team, says they enjoy being stationed here." He looked across the table at SG1, watching them nod to each other. "HOWEVER!"
At the General's shout, Daniel buried his head in Jack's shoulder.
Jack turned, lifting Daniel's eyes to his. "I told you not to drink so much." He smirked at General Hammond. "Danny's just hung over." He stroked Daniel's hair, relaxing him. "Have some more coffee. You'll feel better."
Hammond took a deep breath, opened a file, and stared at Carter. "Major, you requested that since the base has a pool, it should also have cabana boys, and those fruity drinks with umbrellas in them."
"Ahem!" Jack cleared his throat. "General Hammond, sir, I regret to inform you..."
'Oh God, here it comes,' Hammond thought, grimacing. 'Every time he starts a sentence with that phrase....'
"...that SG1, along with SG2, 3, 8, 9, and 13, filled out those surveys while we were...doing Jell-O shots."
"In other words," the General smirked, "you were plastered."
"Well, sir," Jack met Hammond's eyes, "you've been in almost forever, like me. You know those surveys mean squat."
"To continue," the General said softly, but with an air of menace. He glanced down. "Oh excuse me. Carter did not write cabana boys."
Sam nodded with pride. "Thank you sir."
"She wants Daniel Jackson to be the cabana boy."
Sam snorted.
"Oh, and Colonel O'Neill, General Hatcher says you take the concept of 'don't ask, don't tell' just a bit lightly, and that if you hadn't saved the world...three times...you would be doing a stint in Leavenworth." He snickered. "Although the incident with Thor might have something to do with it."
Jack grinned. "Ah, you mean the threats from Senators Tomkins and Kinsey, to have me removed from the SGC, and The Asgard not being too happy about it?"
“Perhaps," Teal'c added, "it was the threat to remove the Asgard's protection of earth."
"Or maybe," Sam giggled, "it was the conversation about aliens and anal probing."
"What did Jack write?" Daniel interrupted, eyes widening. "And do I want to know?"
General Hammond had to bite back another chuckle. "Well, Doctor Jackson, the Colonel writes, and I quote..." He picked up another file. "...Ah, here it is. 'Contrary to what Major Carter wants, Danny is MY cabana boy. MY rent boy. MY piece of ass. MY property. And whoever touches MY Spacemonkey dies a slow and painful death.' And he capitalized *my* each time"
"Why Jack," Daniel sighed, "I didn't know you cared."
"You peeked at my survey," Sam chuckled.
"This is *not* funny!" The General said firmly. The four got quiet. "Jack, having every other Thursday declared beat and flog Harry Maybourne day was turned down, even though *every* team requested something similar. Hell, Feretti wanted it once a week. Your request to postpone Stargate missions during hockey season was also denied. However, they compromised, and when you are home, you will have Avalanche seats so close, you will be able to 'smell the blood'. They also turned down Feretti's request to postpone during the World Series, Simpson's until the NBA have their playoffs, and Fleming."
"What did Fleming want?" Daniel asked, knowing his fellow linguist's twisted sense of humor.
"He wanted no missions during duck, rabbit, or Elmer season." Hammond picked up another file. "Doctor Jackson, what is this about mileage?"
Daniel's eyes suddenly cleared, and he sat up straight in his seat, getting the most determined look, and stated, "Well, sir, I'd like Frequent Flyer miles."
"Excuse me Daniel?" The General was sure he had heard wrong.
Jack burst out laughing, but one glare from Daniel made him stop. He had to chew on his lower lip to keep his composure.
"General, people that travel on business get to earn Frequent Flyer miles, which they can trade in for flight upgrades, and other cool stuff. I calculated, over the last year alone, that I have earned six hundred and forty-seven million bonus miles. I want to choose some stuff from the catalog. I want a new laptop. I want HDTV. I want to go to Disneyworld, and have breakfast with Mickey Mouse. Oh, and I want backstage passes to the next Rolling Stones concert."
Jack pondered this. "Ya know, if he's got that many miles from local gate hopping, imagine my mileage from the trip to the Asgard home world. What else is in that catalog?"
"To continue!" General Hammond's voice boomed, and he turned back to Daniel. "Colonel Maybourne will not get a weekly rectal exam, nor will Colonel O'Neill be required to..." the General blushed. "...do it to you in the gateroom every other Sunday."
"Jack made me write that!" Daniel insisted.
"I thought as much Daniel. And I will see what I can do about your...mileage problem." The General turned to Teal'c, shaking his head. "Teal'c, I have long considered you the voice of reason amongst SG1, actually the SGC itself, but this...."
The General picked up another file. "Front row seats to a Jerry Springer taping are a no, and therefore, you and the rest of SG1 cannot air your differences in a public forum. The *Uncensored Jerry* DVD's you wanted are waiting for you in your quarters, as is the Stanley Kubrick DVD boxed set."
"Teal'c," Jack smirked, "wait'll you see A Clockwork Orange. It's gonna blow your mind."
"To continue," the General said, "the base is not equipped to handle one hundred and one dalmatians, and I give you my personal assurances that Old Yeller did not *really* die, and if E.T. were to come to Cheyenne Mountain, he could phone home." He took a deep breath. "We are unable to give you the secret formula for Coke, but we can assure you McDonald's makes their burgers out of actual meat."
"What about their McNuggets?" Jack deadpanned. "Are they chicken, or something else?"
Hammond dropped the file. "They have agreed to allow you the Playboy channel on your satellite dish, and a lifetime subscription to Penthouse."
"And what of my other subscription General Hammond?" Teal'c asked.
Hammond sighed. "You are now on the Victoria's Secret mailing list."
"Teal'c," Jack grinned, "is there something you'd like to share with us? How long have you worn lingerie?"
"I do not, O'Neill," Teal'c replied, cocking an eyebrow at Jack. "I wish to purchase items for Drey'auc. Major Carter suggested this. She insists it is better then my last few choices of gifts."
"Yeah, well, Teal'c," Jack said, shaking his head, "even I wouldn't have bought my wife a dustbuster."
"Or Lemon Pledge," Daniel added. "With dust cloths, no less."
"Major Carter," the General shook a file in front of her, "Mel Gibson's penis size shall remain a mystery, and strippers shall not take the floor during dinner." He cast an eye at Jack. "Daniel will not strip either." He paused. "One person, who shall remain nameless, wanted Daniel and Jack to put on a floor show on Saturday nights."
"*What*?!" Jack growled. "General Hammond, I want that person's name. For...security purposes."
"The infirmary is full enough Colonel." Hammond couldn't help the small smile.
"It was me," Sam said softly. "Janet made me do it."
"I'll strip for you later Jack," Daniel leered.
"Can I watch?" Sam asked.
"If you get me the formula for Coke," Jack answered.
General Hammond listened to his flagship team, wondering for a moment if Senator Duggan was right. He quickly shook off the thought as temporary insanity. No, they were more like a family, comfortable to say whatever they wanted to each other, without it being misconstrued. He was tempted to just leave the files for them to read, and get on with his day, but he was the General, although with them, he sometimes felt like a father of four instead.
"We have more from you, Colonel O'Neill, regarding Doctor Jackson, and vice-versa." General Hammond opened Jack's file again. "This one went over well with the Joint Chiefs. 'Daniel Jackson shall be required to wear tight BDU's that accentuate his taut little ass.'"
"You looked so good in those jeans that night Danny." Jack smiled at his lover, and even George Hammond couldn't miss the love in that smile, nor in Jack's eyes. Daniel was just as bad, if not worse, with his boyish looks.
The General was half-tempted to tell them to get a room. However, being that he was in charge of the most important military facility on the planet, he cleared his throat, and read from another file. "Major Carter, Doctor Frasier is not going to be your personal playmate on the 'occasional mission'."
"Whoa, Carter!" Jack grinned. "You and the Doc?"
"Jack," Daniel started, "you didn't notice Janet feeling her up at the bar that night?"
"Hey," Jack smiled at Sam. "She's welcome on any mission." He leaned over the table. "As long as I can watch." A hand on his shirt, and Jack was pulled back into his seat.
"Down boy, heel!" Daniel said firmly.
Jack sat back, but blew Carter a kiss. Daniel saw, and smacked Jack on the back of the head. Jack just smirked.
"Teal'c," General Hammond sighed, "I have it on good authority that there was only one gunman on the grassy knoll, but I don't know about Elvis hiding out in Florida."
"I thought he was in Texas," Sam shrugged.
"I thought it was Paris," Daniel said.
"Nah," Jack shook his head. "That's Jim Morrison."
Daniel grinned at Teal'c. "Watching Oliver Stone again?"
Teal'c nodded, and faced the General. "Are you certain that Elvis is, in fact, deceased?"
The General flung the file down. "Hell, Teal'c, I don't know! Maybe Elvis is living with Marilyn Monroe and James Dean and partying his nights away."
"James Dean is alive?" Jack grinned. "That is so cool, sir. You don't happen to know where he is, do ya General?"
"Colonel O'Neill!" The General picked up his file again, regaining his composure. "You may *not* get copies of all the films Traci Lords made before she was eighteen, so you can decide for yourself whether she *looked* underage or not. We cannot ask the Smithsonian for Fonzie's Leather Jacket, so you can wear it when you ride your Harley. We will get you an autographed Harrison Ford picture...."
"Oh, that's for Danny," Jack said. "He just loves Indiana Jones."
"I don't care!" Hammond growled. "And I think that's enough for Colonel O'Neill's file. Now, let's finish Doctor Jackson's, shall we?" The General opened Daniel's file again. "Regarding your getting time off for the Abydonian New Year. We considered it, but after going over your mission reports, and discovering that they celebrate New Years for five weeks, it was denied. Buzz Lightyear will not be made the official mascot of the SGC, and therefore, his likeness will not adorn your uniforms. The same goes for E.T., Flash Gordon, the Lost In Space robot, and Doctor Frankfurter."
"Um, that's Frank 'N' Furter, sir."
"Whatever. Liver and Onions will not be served as a dinner choice every night, and Daniel, I think there is something wrong with you for suggesting that. We will serve fresh espresso and cappuccino with all meals." He put Daniel's file down, rubbing his eyes. "Major Carter. It's your final turn." He picked up Sam's file again, opening it.
"You may not ride a Harley, leather-clad, through the gate on your next mission, and call yourself The Terminator. You may not program the computer to 'spit out' a destination for every fifth mission, and step through the gate blindly. And you may not," the General actually began to giggle, then took a deep breath, "castrate Colonel Maybourne and Senator Kinsey, so they may not populate the planet with their 'dickless DNA'."
He put the file down, and picked up Teal'c's, one last time. "The ever-popular Colonel Maybourne will not be fed to a pack of wolves, nor can Colonel Simmons be used for target practice. Our security cameras have pictures of Apophis, and I have had numerous targets made for you using his likeness." He stood up. "Well, that's it. Thank you all for filling out the surveys." They stood, as one, to leave. "You can be assured that neither you, nor any of the other teams, will *ever* get another one. Oh, and on a personal note...."
The four turned back as one, the General noticing. This was definitely his best team, and he was secretly proud. Well, not *always* secretly.
"I am quite proud of your answers. You and the other SG teams. Those assholes at the Pentagon needed a swift kick in their respective asses. You're right about the surveys Jack. They are pure bullshit. Now go and enjoy your time off. I don't expect to see any of you in here until next Monday."
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"*My* cabana boy Carter. Don't forget it." Jack poked her playfully in the chest. "So, you and Frasier have a thing, huh?"
Sam nodded. "Yeah, yeah we do. Do you have a problem with it...*Jack*?"
Jack grinned at her. "Uh-uh, no way, no how. But, um, just so you know, I swing both ways." He leaned down. "And I love to play." He whispered in her ear. "Danny's a closet voyeur." Jack slid his hand between her legs, pressing the denim against her crotch, tongue in her ear. "You be sure to tell Janet." He chuckled, putting his arm around Daniel's shoulders. "Catch you later...*Sam*." He grinned at Teal'c. "Have fun." He led Daniel away, toward the elevators.
Teal'c smiled at Sam. "I would not watch. Drey'auc would, I believe the phrase is, 'String me up by my balls'."
Sam nodded to him. "Yep. Knowing Drey'auc, she probably would. C'mon Teal'c, let's go get you some clothes and a helmet."
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“You copped a feel Jack!" Daniel snickered. "You grabbed *Sam* between the legs!"
"Shhh!" Jack put his finger to his lips. "No need to advertise it Danny. You heard what I told her. You gonna tell me you don't get hard thinking about two women? Especially those two? Two strong and forceful women?"
"I get hard thinking about you Jack," Daniel smiled coyly, biting his lower lip, looking totally innocent.
"Danny...." Jack moaned. That face made Daniel look positively sensual. He opened the nearest door, a supply closet, shoved Daniel inside, closed the door, and pushed Daniel against it. "So luscious." He dove in for a deep kiss, tongue sucking Daniel's, feeling his hands releasing his helmet. He heard Daniel's helmet drop a second later, reaching around, grabbing Daniel's ass, pulling their groins tight. Finally coming up for air, he panted, "God Danny...." He was about to go for another kiss, when he heard the soft breathing behind them. Turning cautiously, making sure to keep Daniel behind him, Jack came face to face with Feretti, who had a clipboard in one hand, a pen in the other, and was staring at them.
Jack smiled at him, as if he and Daniel had just come in for a couple of pens. "Why are you taking inventory instead of Sparky?"
"Jack, why do you guys call Sergeant Siler 'Sparky'?" Daniel asked. "I've always wanted to know."
Jack smirked. "Ain't gonna tell Danny. And you *don't* wanna know. Trust me."
"Sparky's doing a project for the General, and the guy works so hard, that I volunteered to do inventory for him. And what are you guys wearing? And why are you here? I thought you were on stand down."
"Came in for the survey response," Jack answered, with a chuckle. "George said come casual, so we did." Jack leaned against the door, pulling Daniel into his arms, holding him close. He saw Daniel turn to look at him, then at Feretti, then back at him. "Relax babe," Jack said. He placed a kiss on Daniel's neck, then looked up at Feretti. "Interesting survey."
"Jack...." Daniel started, his words cut off by lips on his.
"Hush," Jack whispered. "I'm talking to my friend."
"Jack, if I were you," Feretti grinned, "I wouldn't let him out of the house in those jeans again."
"He insisted I wear them," Daniel snorted.
"You shut up," Jack said. "Okay Major, continue with the inventory." He released Daniel, and they turned to leave.
"YESSIR!" Feretti shouted.
Jack and Daniel turned back, to see him in a full salute.
"Fuck you too," Jack sneered, picking up both helmets, practically dragging Daniel out.
They headed back toward the elevator, but Daniel stopped, turning to Jack. "You kissed me in front of Lou!"
"And your point is?"
"Why did you do that? And why did you insist on these clothes?"
"I dunno Danny." Jack leaned against the wall, a very shy smile on his face. "You're so...beautiful. Half the base would give their souls to sleep with you. And yes, I know this for sure. I...." Jack stared at his feet. "I wanted everyone to see that you were mine."
"You wanted to show me off?" Daniel asked.
Jack nodded, still staring at his feet. "You're not mad, are you Danny?"
"No Jack. That's the nicest thing anyone ever did for me. And it makes me horny thinking about it." Jack looked up, leering at Daniel, looking positively evil. "Jack, that look scares me. It means you're thinking...which to *most* people is a good thing."
Jack slowly ran his tongue over his lips, an idea coming to mind. "You're horny Danny? What a coincidence, so am I." He took Daniel's hand in his, leading him down the hall.
"Jack, this isn't the way to the elevator." Daniel tried to pull his hand away, but Jack wouldn't let go. As they were rounding a corner, Daniel pulled his hand free, and turned around.
Jack just sighed, grabbed Daniel by the arms, and kissed him...with the force of an atomic blast. "We're going to your office." Another mind-blowing kiss, Jack's tongue taking Daniel's, sucking on it. "You got a problem with that?" Daniel shook his head. "Good."
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Jack had to pretty much restrain himself from shoving Daniel into another supply closet, as they made their way to Daniel's office. He could spot Daniel's hard on, and feel his own. After what seemed like eternity, they reached the door. He kissed Daniel again, turning the handle, but the door was locked.
"You need your card Jack," Daniel panted.
"I told you to shut up," Jack smiled, taking Daniel's mouth again, while going through his pockets, finally finding his card. He swiped it, opened the door, and closed it behind them, swiping his card again. Another leer for Daniel, as he punched in a code. "You're not leaving until I let you out."
Daniel was against the wall, pinned there by Jack. "What makes you think I want to leave?"
Jack leaned in, whispering, "I have wanted to fuck you in your office forever." He blew in Daniel's ear, knowing it to be an *extreme* hot spot. "We're not on duty now, are we Dannyboy? George said we were off duty. I get to shove my rock hard cock deep inside your oh-so-fuckable tight ass, in your office." Jack was grinding his cock harder against Daniel, Daniel's erection hard against the tight jeans. "I know you've wanted this Danny. You told me your fantasy, remember." Jack ran his tongue over Daniel's lips, teasing. "You're in your office, going over some work, and I come in. You don't want to be distracted from your work, but I have to have your attention. You told me how you wanted me to get that attention." He pulled off Daniel's jacket, dropping it to the floor, untucking Daniel's shirt.
"Jack, I don't know."
"Aww, Danny, baby." He blew in Daniel's ear again, hand moving up Daniel's chest. "We can just forget about the fantasy, and I can just fuck you." Jack brushed his fingers over Daniel's nipples, pinching them briefly. "Or you can fuck me. Whatever turns you on, lovermine."
"Jack if we get caught...."
"Danny, the Pentagon now knows that you are *my* cabana boy." He undid Daniel's pants, pushing them down. "*My* rent boy." He turned Daniel, so Daniel was facing the wall. "*My* property." Jack slowly dropped to his knees. "And whoever touches *my* Spacemonkey..." Jack grabbed Daniel's ass, squeezing the cheeks, pulling them apart. "...dies a slow and painful death." He kissed each cheek. "*My* piece of ass." Jack ran his tongue up and down the crack, tasting, teasing.
"Oh God Jack...that feels good...so good...."
Jack was lost in his own little world. There was just his tongue, and Daniel's sweet ass, and nothing else. Until his fingers decided to help out his tongue, one easing in, ever so slowly. Jack snuck a glance up, to see Daniel, eyes closed, tongue licking his lips, hands balled into fists, whispering Jack's name over and over...it nearly did him in. Jack returned his concentration to the body before him, shoving his finger deep a few times, before removing it. He spread Daniel wide, tonguing the hole, spreading it even further, pushing his tongue inside.
Daniel gasped, a wave of dizziness coming over him, and the intensity made his legs grow weak. He felt them beginning to buckle, and apparently Jack noticed too, because he stood up, hot and heavy breaths in Daniel's ear.
"Need to be somewhere more comfortable." Jack turned Daniel, pushing him to the couch. Daniel nearly stumbled, pants around his ankles, but Jack guided him, sitting him down. Jack knelt between his knees, leering, before bringing his head down, swallowing Daniel to the root in one swift motion.
Daniel threw his head back, shoving his cock deep, the warmth and wetness of Jack's mouth overcoming him. Jack had never taken him like this before, and he was in ecstasy.
Jack sucked harder, pulling off Daniel's boots without breaking his rhythm, pulling Daniel's pants and briefs away. He pulled his head back, licking his lips, eyes almost black. "Much better." He took the hem of Daniel's shirt, pulling the shirt off. "Turn over and show me that ass." The words were delivered in a calm, methodical Jack O'Neill tone. Jack's command voice.
Daniel shifted his body along the length of the couch, pillowing his head in his arms, ass in the air.
Jack, still clothed, knelt behind him, hands caressing Daniel's asscheeks. "Did ya like it Danny?" He spread Daniel wide. "Did ya like being tonguefucked?" Jack kissed the tightness. "Want some more?" Jack didn't wait for an answer, tongue snaking out, teasing the hole, slowly edging inside. His finger returned, pressing inside with his tongue. "Want two fingers?" Jack added a second, while his free hand kneaded Daniel's ass, keeping him wide open. "Three now, lovermine." He added a third finger, shoving deep, hearing Daniel moan softly. "Guess I missed the spot." Jack went back to his reaming, hearing more moans, his name over and over, along with, "Yes...harder...deeper...more...." Jack let his fingers in again, this time taking his time, slowly searching....
"OH GOD JACK!!"
"Found it this time, huh?" Jack's tongue was back, then his fingers, then his tongue, slowly driving Daniel insane.
Daniel was arching his body back, mind totally gone. There was just the physical now, just his lover. "Fuck me...Jack, please...fuck me now...."
"That what you want?" Jack pulled back, undoing his pants.
"Need you."
Jack took his cock out. "My ten inches of stiff cock stuffed up your hot little ass?"
"Now Jack...."
"Lube," Jack groaned. "No fucking lube."
"I'm open for you Jack...*please*."
"Danny, I promised I would *never* hurt you." Jack looked around wildly, eyes spotting the familiar tube on the bookshelf. "Sunscreen, babe. Not the best thing, but it’ll work.”
"I don't care!" Daniel snapped. "Inside me...*now*!"
"Relax, Dannyboy."
Daniel turned his head. "Screw relax." He took Jack's erection in hand, held it still, and arched back, impaling himself. "OH FUCK!!"
"DANIEL!" Jack panicked, heart racing. He began to move out, but Daniel reached back, grabbing Jack's ass, holding him there.
"Don't you dare leave me Jack."
The statement had two meanings, and Jack understood them both. He stilled himself, concentrating on the warmth of Daniel's ass, like a cocoon around his dick. Stretching over Daniel's body, he turned Daniel's head, a chaste meeting of lips, "Never leave you Danny," followed by a deep tonsil-sucking kiss. "Stay with you always." Jack moved to his knees, holding Daniel's hips steady, looking down at his cock, buried within its 'home'. He closed his eyes, just feeling the heat.
"Jack?"
"What?"
"You think you could move?"
"Huh?"
"Move. You know, in and out, back and forth."
"Aww Danny, it's just so nice right where I am. I could stay like this for hours."
"Jaaaccckkk...."
Jack opened his eyes, meeting Daniel's, smiling at him. "Just teasing." Pull out. "You're just so warm." Push in. "So tight." Jack stilled again, rotating his hips, shoving deeper, eliciting a groan from the man beneath him. He pulled all the way out, hands moving down, holding Daniel open. He teased with his dick, sliding it up and down the crack, watching as Daniel's mouth opened, but stifled any words with a swift thrust in. "You like that, don't you? Being teased, having to beg." Jack pulled out again, slapping his cock against Daniel's cheeks. "Beg Danny, beg me to fuck you. Ask nicely, and maybe, just maybe, I'll give it to you again." He pushed his fingers in, shoving them deep, hitting Daniel's prostate dead on.
"Jack please...now is not the time...."
"Oh, it's always the time. You're such a slut Doctor Jackson. You just love being my bottom boy, don't you?" Fingers deep again, his other hand moving around, caressing the length of Daniel's cock, feeling it twitch. "Oh yeah. C'mon Danny, moan for me, beg for me, tell me how much you like being fucked."
"I do," Daniel whimpered. "Your bottom boy, your slut, your Goddamned fucktoy! Now give it to me Jack, or I swear I'll...."
Jack shoved his cock back in, thrusting deep now, grasping Daniel's cock, pumping him hard. He was close, but he wasn't able to come before Daniel. He'd never been able to. He always *had* to bring Daniel pleasure before he got his own. "You're close, I can feel it. Come for me...." Jack heard the moan, felt the cream on his hand, feeling the beginning of his own orgasm. "DAN---IEL!" The name came out as two separate words, Jack panting as he came, gasping for breath, draping himself over Daniel's back. "So beautiful...my Daniel."
Daniel turned his head, smiling at Jack. "My Jack."
"All yours Daniel." Jack caught his breath, stealing a kiss, slowly moving from his lover. "Nobody else's." He shifted back, placing a kiss on Daniel's ass. "Only yours."
"I love you Jack," Daniel said quietly.
"I know Danny." Jack stood up, grabbing the tissues to clean himself, handing the box to Daniel, as he tucked himself inside his pants.
Daniel took the box, cleaning himself. He reached for his briefs, putting them on, followed by his pants. Picking up his shirt, he pulled it over his head. Sitting down, his socks and boots finally on, he walked toward the door, picking up his jacket. "Ready to go."
Jack walked over, picking up their helmets, handing Daniel his. He noticed Daniel wasn't making eye contact, and frowned. "Danny, whatcha thinking about?"
"Nothing Jack, it's not important."
"Everything's important. No more secrets, remember?" Jack placed a finger under Daniel's chin, meeting his eyes. "Please tell me."
Daniel swallowed hard. "Do you love me Jack?"
"What? What kind of a stupid question is *that*?"
"You never say it. I tell you, but you never say it back."
"For crying out loud, Daniel! Is that what this is about? You're upset because I never say it?" He paused, thinking for a moment. "What do you mean, I *never* say it? I've said it to ya lots of times." Daniel shook his head. "A few times?" More head shaking. "Never?" Daniel nodded. "Never." Jack repeated the word, letting it sink in. Of course he had told Daniel he loved him. Daniel just didn't pay attention, that was it. No, if he had told Daniel he loved him, Daniel would *never* forget. Smiling softly, he placed his palm on Daniel's cheek, leaning in. "I love you. I have *always* loved you. I *will* always love you." He kissed Daniel deeply, feeling his dick waking up, felt the grip on his helmet weaken. "God Danny, we have to get out of here. Go home, get naked, climb into bed, and you can teach me to say 'I love you' in each of the twenty-four languages you speak."
Daniel gave him a quick kiss, as Jack unlocked the door. They stepped out into the hallway, this time heading straight for the elevator. By the time they changed elevators, and reached the surface, Jack was hard, and Daniel smirking. "....and that is the male bonding ritual of the Musawbi tribe."
"We could try it," Jack muttered.
"With *your* knees Jack?" Daniel chuckled.
Jack climbed on the bike, Daniel behind him. They put their helmets on, and Daniel was closing his visor, but Jack turned around, pulling his hand away. "I love you Daniel."
Daniel replied, in another language, grinning at Jack.
"Does that mean I love you?"
"No Jack. It means take me home, and nail me to the mattress with your eleven inch dick."
"Ten," Jack corrected. "It was a hazing requirement for Black Ops. You had to measure."
"It's eleven, Jack, so you measured wrong."
"How do you know?"
"I measured one night when you were sleeping. You could put most of the porno actors to shame."
Jack leered. "You're a pervert, Doctor Jackson." He flipped Daniel's visor down, pulled Daniel's arms around his waist, and gunned the engine. "Hold on tight baby. It's gonna be a wild ride home."
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Epilogue
Daniel and the government made a compromise. He would stop making a fuss over Frequent Flier miles and concert tickets, on one condition. His salary was to be tax-free. Jack immediately went to work on his Christmas wish list.
Jack and Teal'c enjoyed the up close and personal, blood and guts game, that was the Avalanche. Daniel made it through two games of 'smelling the blood', and opted to catch the games on TV.
Teal'c did not understand A Clockwork Orange or Doctor Strangelove, and he gave them to Jack. But he kept Full Metal Jacket and 2001. He continued to study each hamburger he got from McDonald's, still not entirely convinced they were *real* meat. Drey'auc received a black silk nightie on Teal'c's next visit home, and the big, tough, staid Jaffa, came back with a big stupid grin plastered across his face.
Just below the SGC logo patch on the BDU's of SG1, there is an additional patch...of Wolverine. It was Jack's idea.
FIN
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