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WIP SG AU fic part 3
Part 3 up and running:
The other parts can be found here
Jack stayed in front of Daniel, turning his head a little. "Who wants to know?"
Two men, bullies dressed up to look like businessmen, heavily built. Now if only Jack could get his hands on his gun...
"And I advise you to keep your hands where they are, Mr. O'Neill."
Damned. Jack put his hands on the door, one on either side of Daniel's head. Then he met Daniel's blue eyes and he was surprised to see anger and... God, the kid was still turned on. Jack's eyes widened as he felt a hand snaking inside the fly of his jeans and along his cock, making him catch his breath and bite his lip. Jack couldn't help the smile as he felt the gun being loosened from the holster and slowly pulled back up and out of Jack's pants.
One of the guys stepped forward, obviously going for a body search of Jack to get any concealed weapons. He stopped dead just behind Jack, as Daniel raised the gun, resting his hand on Jack's shoulder.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Daniel warned, voice low and controlled -- commanding.
Jack closed his eyes for a moment. There really wasn't room for errors here, least of all because the *voice*... Jack steeled himself, indicated to Daniel that he would move to the side and slowly turned around. Still partly shielding Daniel, Jack took the gun, aiming it at the huge man behind them. "Back off, Mister."
Both men did as they were told, walking backwards until they were in the living room. Jack pointed to the table, indicating for the men to leave their weapons there. All the while they were watching Jack, searching for an opportunity to strike back.
"Daniel?" Jack perched on the armrest of the couch.
"Yeah?" The voice was steady enough.
"Go to my room, dig into the bag and get the 9MM Baretta in there, come give it to me and then call the cops. And take their guns with you."
Daniel didn't answer, but made his way to the guestroom.
Jack kept his stare firm on the two intruders. "You gentlemen just stay put and keep your hands where I can see them."
"So... O'Neill, what's the kid like in bed?" the other guy, Jack dubbed him goon #2, asked.
Ah, they were down to baiting. "Do I look like I'd tell you?"
Suddenly Goon #1 launched himself at Jack, exactly as Jack had expected. He could have used one of their own guns instead of the Baretta, but he'd wanted Daniel out of the room, so he wouldn't have to worry about him. Jack moved quickly, swiftly going forward, raising his knee to connect with the man's throat and collarbone, feeling the windpipe give at the force and the Goon was down and out.
Jack didn't check him. He was as good as dead, suffocating in a matter of minutes. Besides, Goon #2 was advancing, suddenly very careful. Jack moved too fast for him, decking the man in one swift blow.
A rustle behind him had Jack spinning around to catch Daniel watching him, mouth slightly agape, cordless phone in one hand and the Baretta in the other. Jack returned his attention to the two goons, checking the first one, confirming that he was pretty much dead. Then on to the other one, who was still breathing, but down for the count.
"Did ya call the cops?"
"I... eh." Daniel shook his head. "I'm on hold."
"On hold?!" Jack rolled his eyes and took the phone from Daniel, and when there was no one at the other end but a tinny voice asking him to 'please hold', Jack disconnected and re-dialled. When he got through, he quickly explained what had happened, giving the woman at the other end their address and explained that the officers who'd arrive, would find him with a gun, making it clear what had happened. He wasn't about to risk their lives at the hands of a couple of law enforcement officers because of a misunderstanding.
Jack asked Daniel to unlock the door. "You don't want them to kick it in, do you?"
Daniel shook his head, before retreating to the doorway of the guestroom.
Jack frowned. The kid might have held his ground during the situation, but he looked like he was pretty high strung at the moment. "Daniel?"
"Mmmm?"
"You okay?"
"I'm... fine."
Jack raised an eyebrow. Right, that was why he was hugging himself like that -- abso-fucking-lutely fine. Not! He'd have to do some damage control when the cops had picked these guys up.
The encounter with the law went surprisingly well. Jack willingly handed over his gun and license. The only little thing was that Daniel almost forgot to hand over the piece he had absentmindedly stuffed into his pocket. Jack had scrunched his eyes shut when one of the cops had asked Daniel if 'it was a gun in his pocket.' Now just wasn't the time to let the first thing that came to mind fly out of his mouth. So Jack kept his mouth shut and played along. Although the absolutely devastating blush was kinda endearing.
They were separated at the station, but there was really nothing to worry about. Daniel would tell the truth, and... truth, right. Jack sighed deeply, wondering how much detail the kid would go into. Jack's description of the events were short and precise. That they'd come home, Daniel had managed to get Jack's gun while they were busy watching Jack -- yadda, yadda, yadda. Topping it with the threats that had been against Daniel, the cops willingly believed him. And why shouldn't they? He was co-operative, had a clean sheet and was a highly decorated, retired USAF Colonel.
Daniel was waiting for him at the front desk, merrily chatting with a couple of the officers there.
"Mr. O'Neill?"
Jack turned his attention to the man coming towards him. "Yes?"
"You are aware of that we must ask you to not leave the city of New York until this is all wrapped up?"
Jack nodded. "I am."
The man continued. "We'll need an address at which we can reach you, sir."
Jack frowned, right. "I'll be at the current address for only another couple of days -- then I'll find a hotel."
They turned around as Daniel interrupted, a wide smile on his face. "That won't be necessary, Officer." He went to stand next to Jack... actually, very far into Jack's personal space. "He'll be staying at my address for as long as this takes."
Jack opened his mouth to protest, but Daniel wouldn't let him get in one word.
"Mr. O'Neill is employed by my father, and since this is directly linked to said job, we will of course accommodate him for as long as necessary." Daniel's twinkling eyes belied the firm, serious composure of his voice.
'Wha...?' Jack blinked in confusion.
"You could even, if necessary, release him into my... custody." Daniel shot the officer a wide, innocent smile.
"Now *wait* a minute," Jack sputtered, heat rising to his face.
The officer looked sorely tempted, but finally took pity on Jack. "That won't be necessary, Dr. Jackson." He gave the young man an encouraging smile. "Though we have to ask you to stay here as well, until the case is closed."
Daniel's blue eyes almost sparkled with joy and mischief. "Oh, I will Officer, I'm not going anywhere." The smile he shot Jack was positively evil.
The officer exchanged knowing smiles with the woman at the desk. "We'll arrange for your transport back to the apartment." With that, they were led outside and into a patrol car.
Jack didn't say a word all the way back, simply quietly seething. He hadn't missed the looks they'd gotten. Once they'd left the station, no one would doubt that Jack was a kept man already. Apart from that he had a lot on his mind. And obviously on his hands -- or thigh, as Daniel's fingers kept straying to it.
After a rather incinerating glare from Jack, Daniel finally kept his hand to himself, but his lips stayed curved in the same small smile during the whole trip and Jack was painfully aware of the snickering from within the patrol car as they got out and went into the building.
Jack marched into the elevator, taking up a very defensive stance, arms crossed and a stern look on his face.
"Jack?" Daniel leaned against the wall, looking very much like he wanted to continue where they'd left off earlier.
"No, Daniel..." Jack drew a deep breath. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, shouldn't I be?"
"Daniel..." Jack hesitated. "I killed a man in your apartment."
"You were protecting me," Daniel pointed out, cocking his head.
"You... looked pretty shaken when we were waiting for the police." Jack followed Daniel out the elevator when it stopped at their floor.
"I... the guns, I think, the fact that I was running high on adrenaline." Daniel turned around, key in the lock. He licked his lips while watching Jack in silence, as he opened the door.
Jack shook his head, pushing the other man inside and closing the door. He turned around coming face to face with Daniel, who was close enough to touch.
Daniel held his gaze while he trailed a finger from Jack's neck down over his chest. "Jack...?" Daniel gave him a heavy-lidded look, biting his lip while he leaned forward.
Jack swallowed hard, putting a restraining hand on Daniel's shoulder. "Look, Daniel, this is exactly what I meant this morning when I said *we* couldn't afford me being distracted by anything." Jack checked his watch. "You better call a locksmith and have them change the lock."
With that, Jack stepped around the dazed man, making his way towards the guestroom. Closing the door behind him, Jack leaned his back against the door. He was... caught, trapped. Trapped with a man who kept going alpha on him when he least expected it. Complicated man, strange personality, easy to talk to... Jack closed his eyes and squashed the other thoughts that came to him, how it had felt to kiss Daniel, feel him move against...
Checking his watch again, Jack sighed. At least they'd been fed at the station while they'd been waiting. Now, all Jack wanted was a shower or... there was that nice tub out there. Grabbing what he'd need, Jack went back out, keeping an eye on Daniel, who was sulking on the couch, eyeing Jack over the edge of a pair of reading glasses.
"Mind if I hi-jack the tub for a while?" Jack kept his voice quiet and calm. He'd really not wanted to hurt the kid, but eventually even Daniel would have to see that it was for the best. It was all fun and games until someone broke a nail.
"No, by all means, make yourself at home," came the acid reply.
Jack shook his head. Well, Mr. Pissy Pants could just stay put and sulk, that would at least ensure Jack's safety during the bath. "Locksmith?" he asked over his shoulder as he made his way to the bathroom.
"Will be here shortly."
Jack shrugged and closed the door behind him. The kid was going to drive him crazy with his mood swings. Well, as long as Daniel kept his hands to himself, nothing would happen, and Jack was sure they'd get through the following day and the rally without any problems, as long as he could stay focused.
Filling the tub, Jack surveyed the bottles on the shelf above it. Testing the scents one by one, he finally found one that wasn't too strong, filling the room with a light smell of musk. Finally turning off the water, Jack slipped into the wet warmth, letting out a sigh, feeling his muscles slowly giving into the heat, relaxing.
Jack allowed his eyes to fall shut, soaking in the heat of the water. Hooking his arms up on the edge of the tub, he allowed his mind to drift. This job was really getting more to him than he let on. Under different circumstances... yes, under different circumstances he'd have loved to be with someone like Daniel. In less than two days Jack felt more for Daniel than he had for anyone in years. And if the man was serious? If he was looking for more than just casual... sex. Maybe... but Jack wouldn't know, not now, probably not ever. As long as he was working for the man it was a definite no-no and their ways would part once this was over.
Still, it had been a nice thought, that Daniel could be attracted to him, if fleetingly. Feeling sleepy, Jack drifted. Mmm, pieces of sense-memory drifted through his mind. Strong hands gripping him, lean body pressing against him, moving.
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Jack stayed in front of Daniel, turning his head a little. "Who wants to know?"
Two men, bullies dressed up to look like businessmen, heavily built. Now if only Jack could get his hands on his gun...
"And I advise you to keep your hands where they are, Mr. O'Neill."
Damned. Jack put his hands on the door, one on either side of Daniel's head. Then he met Daniel's blue eyes and he was surprised to see anger and... God, the kid was still turned on. Jack's eyes widened as he felt a hand snaking inside the fly of his jeans and along his cock, making him catch his breath and bite his lip. Jack couldn't help the smile as he felt the gun being loosened from the holster and slowly pulled back up and out of Jack's pants.
One of the guys stepped forward, obviously going for a body search of Jack to get any concealed weapons. He stopped dead just behind Jack, as Daniel raised the gun, resting his hand on Jack's shoulder.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Daniel warned, voice low and controlled -- commanding.
Jack closed his eyes for a moment. There really wasn't room for errors here, least of all because the *voice*... Jack steeled himself, indicated to Daniel that he would move to the side and slowly turned around. Still partly shielding Daniel, Jack took the gun, aiming it at the huge man behind them. "Back off, Mister."
Both men did as they were told, walking backwards until they were in the living room. Jack pointed to the table, indicating for the men to leave their weapons there. All the while they were watching Jack, searching for an opportunity to strike back.
"Daniel?" Jack perched on the armrest of the couch.
"Yeah?" The voice was steady enough.
"Go to my room, dig into the bag and get the 9MM Baretta in there, come give it to me and then call the cops. And take their guns with you."
Daniel didn't answer, but made his way to the guestroom.
Jack kept his stare firm on the two intruders. "You gentlemen just stay put and keep your hands where I can see them."
"So... O'Neill, what's the kid like in bed?" the other guy, Jack dubbed him goon #2, asked.
Ah, they were down to baiting. "Do I look like I'd tell you?"
Suddenly Goon #1 launched himself at Jack, exactly as Jack had expected. He could have used one of their own guns instead of the Baretta, but he'd wanted Daniel out of the room, so he wouldn't have to worry about him. Jack moved quickly, swiftly going forward, raising his knee to connect with the man's throat and collarbone, feeling the windpipe give at the force and the Goon was down and out.
Jack didn't check him. He was as good as dead, suffocating in a matter of minutes. Besides, Goon #2 was advancing, suddenly very careful. Jack moved too fast for him, decking the man in one swift blow.
A rustle behind him had Jack spinning around to catch Daniel watching him, mouth slightly agape, cordless phone in one hand and the Baretta in the other. Jack returned his attention to the two goons, checking the first one, confirming that he was pretty much dead. Then on to the other one, who was still breathing, but down for the count.
"Did ya call the cops?"
"I... eh." Daniel shook his head. "I'm on hold."
"On hold?!" Jack rolled his eyes and took the phone from Daniel, and when there was no one at the other end but a tinny voice asking him to 'please hold', Jack disconnected and re-dialled. When he got through, he quickly explained what had happened, giving the woman at the other end their address and explained that the officers who'd arrive, would find him with a gun, making it clear what had happened. He wasn't about to risk their lives at the hands of a couple of law enforcement officers because of a misunderstanding.
Jack asked Daniel to unlock the door. "You don't want them to kick it in, do you?"
Daniel shook his head, before retreating to the doorway of the guestroom.
Jack frowned. The kid might have held his ground during the situation, but he looked like he was pretty high strung at the moment. "Daniel?"
"Mmmm?"
"You okay?"
"I'm... fine."
Jack raised an eyebrow. Right, that was why he was hugging himself like that -- abso-fucking-lutely fine. Not! He'd have to do some damage control when the cops had picked these guys up.
The encounter with the law went surprisingly well. Jack willingly handed over his gun and license. The only little thing was that Daniel almost forgot to hand over the piece he had absentmindedly stuffed into his pocket. Jack had scrunched his eyes shut when one of the cops had asked Daniel if 'it was a gun in his pocket.' Now just wasn't the time to let the first thing that came to mind fly out of his mouth. So Jack kept his mouth shut and played along. Although the absolutely devastating blush was kinda endearing.
They were separated at the station, but there was really nothing to worry about. Daniel would tell the truth, and... truth, right. Jack sighed deeply, wondering how much detail the kid would go into. Jack's description of the events were short and precise. That they'd come home, Daniel had managed to get Jack's gun while they were busy watching Jack -- yadda, yadda, yadda. Topping it with the threats that had been against Daniel, the cops willingly believed him. And why shouldn't they? He was co-operative, had a clean sheet and was a highly decorated, retired USAF Colonel.
Daniel was waiting for him at the front desk, merrily chatting with a couple of the officers there.
"Mr. O'Neill?"
Jack turned his attention to the man coming towards him. "Yes?"
"You are aware of that we must ask you to not leave the city of New York until this is all wrapped up?"
Jack nodded. "I am."
The man continued. "We'll need an address at which we can reach you, sir."
Jack frowned, right. "I'll be at the current address for only another couple of days -- then I'll find a hotel."
They turned around as Daniel interrupted, a wide smile on his face. "That won't be necessary, Officer." He went to stand next to Jack... actually, very far into Jack's personal space. "He'll be staying at my address for as long as this takes."
Jack opened his mouth to protest, but Daniel wouldn't let him get in one word.
"Mr. O'Neill is employed by my father, and since this is directly linked to said job, we will of course accommodate him for as long as necessary." Daniel's twinkling eyes belied the firm, serious composure of his voice.
'Wha...?' Jack blinked in confusion.
"You could even, if necessary, release him into my... custody." Daniel shot the officer a wide, innocent smile.
"Now *wait* a minute," Jack sputtered, heat rising to his face.
The officer looked sorely tempted, but finally took pity on Jack. "That won't be necessary, Dr. Jackson." He gave the young man an encouraging smile. "Though we have to ask you to stay here as well, until the case is closed."
Daniel's blue eyes almost sparkled with joy and mischief. "Oh, I will Officer, I'm not going anywhere." The smile he shot Jack was positively evil.
The officer exchanged knowing smiles with the woman at the desk. "We'll arrange for your transport back to the apartment." With that, they were led outside and into a patrol car.
Jack didn't say a word all the way back, simply quietly seething. He hadn't missed the looks they'd gotten. Once they'd left the station, no one would doubt that Jack was a kept man already. Apart from that he had a lot on his mind. And obviously on his hands -- or thigh, as Daniel's fingers kept straying to it.
After a rather incinerating glare from Jack, Daniel finally kept his hand to himself, but his lips stayed curved in the same small smile during the whole trip and Jack was painfully aware of the snickering from within the patrol car as they got out and went into the building.
Jack marched into the elevator, taking up a very defensive stance, arms crossed and a stern look on his face.
"Jack?" Daniel leaned against the wall, looking very much like he wanted to continue where they'd left off earlier.
"No, Daniel..." Jack drew a deep breath. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, shouldn't I be?"
"Daniel..." Jack hesitated. "I killed a man in your apartment."
"You were protecting me," Daniel pointed out, cocking his head.
"You... looked pretty shaken when we were waiting for the police." Jack followed Daniel out the elevator when it stopped at their floor.
"I... the guns, I think, the fact that I was running high on adrenaline." Daniel turned around, key in the lock. He licked his lips while watching Jack in silence, as he opened the door.
Jack shook his head, pushing the other man inside and closing the door. He turned around coming face to face with Daniel, who was close enough to touch.
Daniel held his gaze while he trailed a finger from Jack's neck down over his chest. "Jack...?" Daniel gave him a heavy-lidded look, biting his lip while he leaned forward.
Jack swallowed hard, putting a restraining hand on Daniel's shoulder. "Look, Daniel, this is exactly what I meant this morning when I said *we* couldn't afford me being distracted by anything." Jack checked his watch. "You better call a locksmith and have them change the lock."
With that, Jack stepped around the dazed man, making his way towards the guestroom. Closing the door behind him, Jack leaned his back against the door. He was... caught, trapped. Trapped with a man who kept going alpha on him when he least expected it. Complicated man, strange personality, easy to talk to... Jack closed his eyes and squashed the other thoughts that came to him, how it had felt to kiss Daniel, feel him move against...
Checking his watch again, Jack sighed. At least they'd been fed at the station while they'd been waiting. Now, all Jack wanted was a shower or... there was that nice tub out there. Grabbing what he'd need, Jack went back out, keeping an eye on Daniel, who was sulking on the couch, eyeing Jack over the edge of a pair of reading glasses.
"Mind if I hi-jack the tub for a while?" Jack kept his voice quiet and calm. He'd really not wanted to hurt the kid, but eventually even Daniel would have to see that it was for the best. It was all fun and games until someone broke a nail.
"No, by all means, make yourself at home," came the acid reply.
Jack shook his head. Well, Mr. Pissy Pants could just stay put and sulk, that would at least ensure Jack's safety during the bath. "Locksmith?" he asked over his shoulder as he made his way to the bathroom.
"Will be here shortly."
Jack shrugged and closed the door behind him. The kid was going to drive him crazy with his mood swings. Well, as long as Daniel kept his hands to himself, nothing would happen, and Jack was sure they'd get through the following day and the rally without any problems, as long as he could stay focused.
Filling the tub, Jack surveyed the bottles on the shelf above it. Testing the scents one by one, he finally found one that wasn't too strong, filling the room with a light smell of musk. Finally turning off the water, Jack slipped into the wet warmth, letting out a sigh, feeling his muscles slowly giving into the heat, relaxing.
Jack allowed his eyes to fall shut, soaking in the heat of the water. Hooking his arms up on the edge of the tub, he allowed his mind to drift. This job was really getting more to him than he let on. Under different circumstances... yes, under different circumstances he'd have loved to be with someone like Daniel. In less than two days Jack felt more for Daniel than he had for anyone in years. And if the man was serious? If he was looking for more than just casual... sex. Maybe... but Jack wouldn't know, not now, probably not ever. As long as he was working for the man it was a definite no-no and their ways would part once this was over.
Still, it had been a nice thought, that Daniel could be attracted to him, if fleetingly. Feeling sleepy, Jack drifted. Mmm, pieces of sense-memory drifted through his mind. Strong hands gripping him, lean body pressing against him, moving.
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Does New York still get put on hold? 911 here usually goes pretty quick. Or is this taking place a few years ago? Ignore me. :P
Lovely, lovely, lovely! Yummy! Wonderful. I'd squeal but I've probably frightened you enough.
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hey, feel free to squeal anytime *g* -- I'm just happy to hear you're enjoying the story *g*