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I'm gonna be a lemming *g*
So, since Amy's doing it, and I need some cheering too, dammit *g* I'm gonna post the largely un-edited version of the SG AU fic in parts as I go. Feel free to stop me anytime -- I might even listen to ya *g*
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Category: AU, First time
Rating: eventually NC17
Disclaimer: No, I don't own them, I just mess with their minds *g*
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Jack raised an eyebrow at the butler answering the door, shortly after Jack had pushed the doorbell.
"Mr. O'Neill?"
"Yeah." Jack nodded.
"Please step this way." Jack followed the man inside and down the hallway to a pair of dark oaken doors. "Please wait in here, sir."
Jack stayed close to the door, doing what he did in most situations. Threat assessment, surveying the room, he noticed the doors at the other side of the room and the large windows showing him a well-kept garden. Okay, park was more like it. Senator Rogers seemed to have a nice home, and from what Jack knew, the man was well-liked. Then again, even good people could have enemies justifying a body guard. No one had told Jack what this job was about, but he had weighed pros and cons. The senator was a good man, if rumours were to be believed and the money wasn't bad either. It was a nice supplement to what he was getting in retirement from the Air Force. Jack went to look out the windows, sub-consciously checking out the park. Who was he trying to kid? It paid better than his retirement -- and only occasionally had he had to deal with... difficult customers.
Jack heard the *click* as the far door opened. He stayed where he was, senses good enough to tell him a lot about who had entered. Male. Average to tall, probably ordinarily built, moved through the room feeling at home... trying to sneak up on him?
"I wouldn't try that if I were you," Jack said, voice calm and low. He finally turned around, finding a young man standing there, a mixed look of guilt and curiosity in his blue eyes.
Jack took in the entire sight of... well, he'd be dead and six feet under to not appreciate *that* display. In silence, in his mind, because ogling the son of a possible client was definitely a no-no. Short cropped, brown hair with highlights, well-shaped broad shoulders and long legs, encased in dark-grey slacks... The blue shirt wasn't bad either, as it set off the stark blue eyes, watching him, weighing him. Defined cheekbones and a broad, stubborn chin completed the set. It took Jack by surprise that he reacted like that to the man's presence. It had been ages since he'd felt any kind of interest in another man. But wow, not bad, not bad at *all*.
The first thought going through Jack's mind as the man introduced himself as Daniel, was that he could get used to a man like that. Second thought was that he could get used to being eyed up and down like that.
"Jack..." he began.
"O'Neill, I know, my father asked me to say he's sorry, he's been delayed, but he's on the phone with his office at the moment... seems someone left a note with the secretary."
"Oh?"
"One of the reasons why my father is interested in your services, Jack."
Jack didn't exactly frown, but the kid saying his first name like that, almost as if he was tasting it? Jack ignored it, wouldn't let the man notice anything. "So what exactly is it your father needs me for, Mr. Rogers?"
The look Daniel gave him, told Jack that he'd have preferred to be on first name basis. 'No can do, kid, just... no.'
"Well, he seems to think *I* need you." The voice was slightly annoyed, but also... Jack did his to ignore the blatant entendre.
The door opened and an older man came in. "If you didn't act like such an open invitation to trouble, it wouldn't be a problem."
Daniel rolled his eyes before turning to his father. "Those are empty threats, Father."
"You don't know that, Daniel." The senator turned to Jack. "Mr. O'Neill, I'll cut to the chase..."
Jack smiled. He liked the man already.
"My son is going to New York this weekend, to act as honorary speaker at a gathering in Central Park." He sighed deeply. "Only, within the last month, we've received several threats, that if he goes there, he will, to quote the threats, 'be sorry'."
"Father, please."
"No, I just received a message from Senator Kinsey's office, demanding I deny you the trip."
Daniel blinked in surprise, then began laughing. "How old does he *think* I am?"
Jack realised how much he enjoyed that laughter. Though he wasn't sure what to think of the other man? Either Daniel was courageously standing up to whoever was threatening him, or the man was too stupid to see what it might truly pose as danger to him. "Large gathering?"
The senator nodded. "Very large." He sighed deeply. "It's a gay pride rally -- there are bound to be a lot of homophobes there as well." He shrugged. "They're expecting around 1,000 people, probably twice that number will show."
Jack raised an eyebrow. Gay pride? Definitely reason enough to like both men.
"Tell me, Jack, does that bother you?" Daniel finally spoke up again.
"Does what bother me?" Jack met the stubborn stare.
Daniel quirked a smile. "That it's a gay pride rally."
"No. Why? Should it?"
"I've read your file, Jack. Air Force Colonel, highly decorated..."
"And?" Jack was deliberately baiting the kid. He hated it when people stuck their stupid, clichéd labels on him.
Daniel looked slightly annoyed. "You know exactly what I mean, Jack... don't play dumb."
Raising an eyebrow, Jack shrugged. "No, no problem at all." He tried to ignore the predatory smile spreading on Daniel's face.
"Daniel..." There was a distinctive note of warning to the Senator's voice. "Step outside for a moment?"
They excused themselves and left Jack to his own. They did, however, not make sure that the door was closed, and Jack caught bits of their conversation.
"... please don't do that."
"Father... only way... see if I can work with him."
"... drove the other three out. *Three* body guards... less than two weeks."
"... need to test how... feels about it."
"Daniel..."
"Please trust me, Father...?"
Jack looked up when Daniel walked back in, alone, closing the door behind him.
"So... Jack," Daniel began, while slowly advancing on him, a small smile playing across the lush lips.
For a moment Jack felt as if all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room, as his eyes were drawn to the tiny movement of the tip of a pink tongue, flickering out to moist dry lips. He quickly squashed the urge to mirror the movement and got himself under control.
Daniel dipped his head a little and gave him a shy smile as he watched Jack from under lightly lowered lashes.
Shit, this kid was *good*. A light smile spread on Jack's face, feigning innocence. What a fine mess it'd be if Jack couldn't keep up with him.
"Well, Mr. Rogers?"
"Daniel, please, or Dr. Jackson." Daniel's smile was almost scorching in its heat.
Jack raised an eyebrow, allowing the younger man to come a little closer before inconspicuously moving from his place, towards the window. "Jackson?"
"Birth name," Daniel answered, frowning, but following nevertheless. "I was adopted when I was ten -- I kept the name."
Jack nodded to let him know he was listening, but he kept his back halfway turned to him.
"So, it doesn't bother you to be seen at a gay pride gathering?" Daniel took, another step closer.
"No, can't say it does." It took a lot of concentration to keep his own body under control, but even in a situation like this, Spec Ops training came in handy. Breathing techniques specifically.
"I would have thought," Daniel's heated breath hit the back of Jack's neck, "that with military education..."
"It's not as black and white as you seem to think, Dr. Jackson. They didn't come up with the 'don't ask, don't tell' policy just for kicks, ya know." Jack slowly turned around, looking straight into the wide blue eyes... so close to him, that the smallest movement forward would make their bodies touch. He concentrated on his breathing as he turned fully, knowing a moment later that it had worked, as Daniel's breathing pattern changed to match Jack's, without the kid noticing. Oh yeah, Jack could keep that little game going for a *long* time. Time to test the waters... Jack's tongue flickered out, wetting his lips and quiet internal arousal curled around his spine. If the kid was acting, he was *good*.
Daniel focused on Jack's tongue, his own hesitantly mirroring the movement.
Jack could have whooped out loud, but he settled for knowing he still had it in him -- a quiet victory, but a victory nevertheless.
Daniel took a visible effort in continuing, but didn't move away. "So we'll be a couple of days in New York. What about your family? Won't they miss you?"
Innocent inquiry? Not. "Single." Jack kept the respiratory rhythm and the kid looked like he was about to burst.
"O-oh..." A light flush coloured Daniel's cheeks.
'You're *way* out of your league here, kid.' Jack kept up his innocent facade. "So, when are we leaving?"
"Tomorrow night okay with you?" Daniel forced out.
Jack could have laughed out loud. The tension was almost tangible in the room. "Yes, it's fine by me."
Daniel blinked, making a visible effort to get back in control. "I'll make sure you have the flight plans by tomorrow morning... Mr. O'Neill."
"Good, I'll be waiting." Jack's smile grew.
Daniel drew a deep breath before moving back. "I'll..."
"I can find way out, Dr. Jackson." The kid looked like he needed a little time to... pull himself back together.
TBC
ETA link for part 2
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Category: AU, First time
Rating: eventually NC17
Disclaimer: No, I don't own them, I just mess with their minds *g*
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Jack raised an eyebrow at the butler answering the door, shortly after Jack had pushed the doorbell.
"Mr. O'Neill?"
"Yeah." Jack nodded.
"Please step this way." Jack followed the man inside and down the hallway to a pair of dark oaken doors. "Please wait in here, sir."
Jack stayed close to the door, doing what he did in most situations. Threat assessment, surveying the room, he noticed the doors at the other side of the room and the large windows showing him a well-kept garden. Okay, park was more like it. Senator Rogers seemed to have a nice home, and from what Jack knew, the man was well-liked. Then again, even good people could have enemies justifying a body guard. No one had told Jack what this job was about, but he had weighed pros and cons. The senator was a good man, if rumours were to be believed and the money wasn't bad either. It was a nice supplement to what he was getting in retirement from the Air Force. Jack went to look out the windows, sub-consciously checking out the park. Who was he trying to kid? It paid better than his retirement -- and only occasionally had he had to deal with... difficult customers.
Jack heard the *click* as the far door opened. He stayed where he was, senses good enough to tell him a lot about who had entered. Male. Average to tall, probably ordinarily built, moved through the room feeling at home... trying to sneak up on him?
"I wouldn't try that if I were you," Jack said, voice calm and low. He finally turned around, finding a young man standing there, a mixed look of guilt and curiosity in his blue eyes.
Jack took in the entire sight of... well, he'd be dead and six feet under to not appreciate *that* display. In silence, in his mind, because ogling the son of a possible client was definitely a no-no. Short cropped, brown hair with highlights, well-shaped broad shoulders and long legs, encased in dark-grey slacks... The blue shirt wasn't bad either, as it set off the stark blue eyes, watching him, weighing him. Defined cheekbones and a broad, stubborn chin completed the set. It took Jack by surprise that he reacted like that to the man's presence. It had been ages since he'd felt any kind of interest in another man. But wow, not bad, not bad at *all*.
The first thought going through Jack's mind as the man introduced himself as Daniel, was that he could get used to a man like that. Second thought was that he could get used to being eyed up and down like that.
"Jack..." he began.
"O'Neill, I know, my father asked me to say he's sorry, he's been delayed, but he's on the phone with his office at the moment... seems someone left a note with the secretary."
"Oh?"
"One of the reasons why my father is interested in your services, Jack."
Jack didn't exactly frown, but the kid saying his first name like that, almost as if he was tasting it? Jack ignored it, wouldn't let the man notice anything. "So what exactly is it your father needs me for, Mr. Rogers?"
The look Daniel gave him, told Jack that he'd have preferred to be on first name basis. 'No can do, kid, just... no.'
"Well, he seems to think *I* need you." The voice was slightly annoyed, but also... Jack did his to ignore the blatant entendre.
The door opened and an older man came in. "If you didn't act like such an open invitation to trouble, it wouldn't be a problem."
Daniel rolled his eyes before turning to his father. "Those are empty threats, Father."
"You don't know that, Daniel." The senator turned to Jack. "Mr. O'Neill, I'll cut to the chase..."
Jack smiled. He liked the man already.
"My son is going to New York this weekend, to act as honorary speaker at a gathering in Central Park." He sighed deeply. "Only, within the last month, we've received several threats, that if he goes there, he will, to quote the threats, 'be sorry'."
"Father, please."
"No, I just received a message from Senator Kinsey's office, demanding I deny you the trip."
Daniel blinked in surprise, then began laughing. "How old does he *think* I am?"
Jack realised how much he enjoyed that laughter. Though he wasn't sure what to think of the other man? Either Daniel was courageously standing up to whoever was threatening him, or the man was too stupid to see what it might truly pose as danger to him. "Large gathering?"
The senator nodded. "Very large." He sighed deeply. "It's a gay pride rally -- there are bound to be a lot of homophobes there as well." He shrugged. "They're expecting around 1,000 people, probably twice that number will show."
Jack raised an eyebrow. Gay pride? Definitely reason enough to like both men.
"Tell me, Jack, does that bother you?" Daniel finally spoke up again.
"Does what bother me?" Jack met the stubborn stare.
Daniel quirked a smile. "That it's a gay pride rally."
"No. Why? Should it?"
"I've read your file, Jack. Air Force Colonel, highly decorated..."
"And?" Jack was deliberately baiting the kid. He hated it when people stuck their stupid, clichéd labels on him.
Daniel looked slightly annoyed. "You know exactly what I mean, Jack... don't play dumb."
Raising an eyebrow, Jack shrugged. "No, no problem at all." He tried to ignore the predatory smile spreading on Daniel's face.
"Daniel..." There was a distinctive note of warning to the Senator's voice. "Step outside for a moment?"
They excused themselves and left Jack to his own. They did, however, not make sure that the door was closed, and Jack caught bits of their conversation.
"... please don't do that."
"Father... only way... see if I can work with him."
"... drove the other three out. *Three* body guards... less than two weeks."
"... need to test how... feels about it."
"Daniel..."
"Please trust me, Father...?"
Jack looked up when Daniel walked back in, alone, closing the door behind him.
"So... Jack," Daniel began, while slowly advancing on him, a small smile playing across the lush lips.
For a moment Jack felt as if all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room, as his eyes were drawn to the tiny movement of the tip of a pink tongue, flickering out to moist dry lips. He quickly squashed the urge to mirror the movement and got himself under control.
Daniel dipped his head a little and gave him a shy smile as he watched Jack from under lightly lowered lashes.
Shit, this kid was *good*. A light smile spread on Jack's face, feigning innocence. What a fine mess it'd be if Jack couldn't keep up with him.
"Well, Mr. Rogers?"
"Daniel, please, or Dr. Jackson." Daniel's smile was almost scorching in its heat.
Jack raised an eyebrow, allowing the younger man to come a little closer before inconspicuously moving from his place, towards the window. "Jackson?"
"Birth name," Daniel answered, frowning, but following nevertheless. "I was adopted when I was ten -- I kept the name."
Jack nodded to let him know he was listening, but he kept his back halfway turned to him.
"So, it doesn't bother you to be seen at a gay pride gathering?" Daniel took, another step closer.
"No, can't say it does." It took a lot of concentration to keep his own body under control, but even in a situation like this, Spec Ops training came in handy. Breathing techniques specifically.
"I would have thought," Daniel's heated breath hit the back of Jack's neck, "that with military education..."
"It's not as black and white as you seem to think, Dr. Jackson. They didn't come up with the 'don't ask, don't tell' policy just for kicks, ya know." Jack slowly turned around, looking straight into the wide blue eyes... so close to him, that the smallest movement forward would make their bodies touch. He concentrated on his breathing as he turned fully, knowing a moment later that it had worked, as Daniel's breathing pattern changed to match Jack's, without the kid noticing. Oh yeah, Jack could keep that little game going for a *long* time. Time to test the waters... Jack's tongue flickered out, wetting his lips and quiet internal arousal curled around his spine. If the kid was acting, he was *good*.
Daniel focused on Jack's tongue, his own hesitantly mirroring the movement.
Jack could have whooped out loud, but he settled for knowing he still had it in him -- a quiet victory, but a victory nevertheless.
Daniel took a visible effort in continuing, but didn't move away. "So we'll be a couple of days in New York. What about your family? Won't they miss you?"
Innocent inquiry? Not. "Single." Jack kept the respiratory rhythm and the kid looked like he was about to burst.
"O-oh..." A light flush coloured Daniel's cheeks.
'You're *way* out of your league here, kid.' Jack kept up his innocent facade. "So, when are we leaving?"
"Tomorrow night okay with you?" Daniel forced out.
Jack could have laughed out loud. The tension was almost tangible in the room. "Yes, it's fine by me."
Daniel blinked, making a visible effort to get back in control. "I'll make sure you have the flight plans by tomorrow morning... Mr. O'Neill."
"Good, I'll be waiting." Jack's smile grew.
Daniel drew a deep breath before moving back. "I'll..."
"I can find way out, Dr. Jackson." The kid looked like he needed a little time to... pull himself back together.
TBC
ETA link for part 2
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Anyway! Yay!
BB
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Well, worry not -- the story's already 7,500 words and counting *g* so there's more, hopefully tomorrow.
thanks
mmm..
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You and your suggestions -- it's all your fault, including pre-lubed linguists *eg*
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Off to go take a cold shower...
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yeah, it'll be finished - it's currently 8,800 words and counting *g* (roughly 20 pages)
Off to go take a cold shower...
LOL -- you and Daniel both *eg* -- the Colonel is such an evil man ^_~
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'You're *way* out of your league here, kid.'
I'll be over here, melting now...
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Hopefully, I'll be able to post the next part tonight at some point *g*