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Second part of War Games fanfic (Stargate SG1 - Jack/Daniel -- R)
As always, not-yet-beta'ed WIP
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War-games... what the hell did they need those for anyway? Jack crossed the commissary when he spotted his kids, heading straight for their table. All the while he kept tapping the folded up memo against his hand. Well, duh, some of the other teams, maybe, but SG teams 1 and 2? Jack sighed as he sat down at the table. They'd just gotten back from PX3-747 and the General had ordered them to shower and get a bit to eat before de-briefing, it was Friday, they had three days of downtime coming up -- oh, and Daniel was coming over later...
Jack should be happy. Only, well, a few things combined were darkening the joy. First of all, he knew it wouldn't just be another social call from Daniel tonight. The younger man had seen right through him a little while back and had finally called Jack's bluff. A fact that had both spooked and delighted Jack. It wasn't that he'd been obvious or anything, just... well, Daniel really wasn't as damned oblivious as most might think.
"O'Neill," Teal'c greeted him, nodding his head. Sam gave him a tired smile and Daniel... Daniel pursed his lips, then smiled as well, eyes twinkling.
Jack returned their greetings, trying hard to ignore the feeling of light-headedness hitting him as Daniel's smile grew wider. So Daniel was coming over to talk tonight and Jack felt as nervous as a school kid on his first date. To tell the truth, he wasn't even sure where they were supposed to take all this.
It wasn't as if the AF left much room for relationships -- much less of the same sex kind. Still, he was sure both he and Daniel could keep it on a level suitable and private enough to keep it out of the line of sight. Then again, maybe the best hiding place *was* right in the line of sight. They'd been arguing like hell lately, and as it was, half the base thought they'd 'broken up'.
Before that, and through the last week or so, Jack had forced himself to face up to a couple of truths and stop blaming and taking it out on Daniel. Much to Daniel's surprise, yet as always he'd more or less just shrugged and taken what had been offered. Oh, and raised the stakes by letting Jack know he knew what was going on.
Anyway, there back to their old ways, bickering like and old married couple, bantering like they always did -- only now without the edge of hurt that had sneaked into it for a while. And it had quickly improved the air on the team. There was no unexplained tension, no tip-toeing around each other. Hell, they'd even gotten back to him and Daniel sharing a tent again. Jack had shared with Teal'c for quite a while, not sure he could handle being around Daniel without losing his temper. Besides, Teal'c had been glad to once again change tent-mates, claiming that Jack was a noisy sleeper.
Now, if only he could get through the evening with Daniel. They'd decided, or rather, Daniel had, that they had to revive an old ritual. Friday night, pizza, hockey on the TV and just having fun. Only... Jack was fairly sure Daniel would be calling him on all his little manoeuvres lately. Because Jack was back to his old habits as well, which meant lots and lots of touching. Especially Daniel, who normally guarded his personal space with a vengeance.
To tell the truth, Jack was both nervous and thrilled about it. He dreaded the conversation, but he'd take it whichever way he could get it. If Daniel wanted to talk, he'd talk, if Daniel wanted to take it a little further? Well, Jack sure as hell wasn't gonna stop him.
"Got somethin' for ya'," Jack put the memo down on the table, letting the rest of the team have a look at it while he went to get his own lunch. In the lunch line he kept turning it over and over in his head, trying to push the possibilities of the night into the back of his head. He was still on duty and if the memo was anything to go by, the coming Monday wouldn't be that much fun. So Lou's and his teams were to train with a third party. Well, from what he could tell, the new team would be taking it as training for possible work with the SGC off-world and Jack didn't mind; only... he knew the others wouldn't exactly be thrilled. Specifically Daniel, who had a hell of a workload on base as well, doing several translations for the other teams. Sure, he had people to help him, but he seemed to think it would be faster to do the stuff himself. Probably wasn't entirely wrong either.
At least he and Daniel could solve whatever was between them before Monday... Jack grinned to himself as he put his lunch on the tray and made his way back. Right, admit it you old fox, you know *exactly* what's between us, it's just a matter of dragging it out into the open, putting words to it.
As he put his tray down, the others showed exactly what they thought about the coming exercise. And he couldn't blame them, he had to talk to the General about some serious downtime for them, and soon.
"Jack..." Daniel began, but stopped with a sigh as his eyes met Jack's. Sorry, kid, Jack thought to himself.
"Sir..." Sam's voice rose in exasperation. "I was kinda hoping to finish the naquada tests the coming week."
Jack held up a hand to stop her. "It's not just for us, Major, besides, it's just two days."
Sam shrugged, still looking slightly annoyed.
Jack exchanged an amused look with Teal'c, as their two team members turned back to their joking around, understanding that no level of bickering would change anything. Jack was glad that Sam had taken to Daniel since day one and the other way around. Although, as a pair, they could be pretty scary at times. Oh, and devious as hell. Jack made sure to never cross them.
"So," Sam said, as she finished off her bread. "Got plans for the weekend, Daniel?"
"Oh, well, I don't know yet," he answered with a grin, a flicker of eye contact with Jack before returning his attention to Sam. "I do, however, have plans for tonight."
"Oh?" Sam raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, Jack and I are watching the game tonight... and he's cooking."
Sam laughed out loud. "Oh, you've bullied the Colonel into cooking, have you?"
"No," Daniel grinned back, "he volunteered."
Sam gave Jack a wide smile. "Did he now?"
"Well," Jack decided to defend himself a little. "I'm not *that* bad a cook."
"No, sir, you're not," Sam said with a fake serious expression. "It's just so damned hard to get you to prove it."
Jack couldn't help the laugh escaping him. "Hey, it's in my job description, I'm *supposed* to delegate..."
"You're just lazy," Daniel shot back with a smile.
"That too," Jack admitted. He finished his own lunch, and then looked at Carter's jell-o. "Damned, I forgot dessert." He stood, nodded at the soldiers sitting down behind them. New recruits? Nah, they seemed a bit too old for that.
"Getting old and forgetful, Jack?" Daniel teased.
"Yeah, yeah, pick on the old man," Jack grinned.
"Think you can remember to bring me a cup of coffee?" Daniel threw after him as he made his way back to the counter. Sure, he could bring Daniel the coffee; he was getting some himself, what was the harm? Oh, unless of course you counted the dangers of getting the linguist high on caffeine before a de-briefing. Well, Daniel seemed very motivated for tonight, there was no way he'd drag the de-briefing into an achingly long affair. Jack was pretty sure of that.
Jack was a bit lost in thought as he got his own piece of pie, added another to the tray with an afterthought. Hey, Daniel liked sugar too. Two cups of coffee and back to his team. Frowning, Jack picked his way back to their table, wondering what the hell was going on. Ferretti had joined them and was standing between them, and one of the soldiers from the neighbouring table, obviously engaged in some sort of debate. Jack moved to stand behind the soldier he hadn't noticed before. No one seemed inclined to reveal his presence behind the man, though the other airmen who were under this guy's command clearly wanted to. Jack bit his lower lip thoughtfully. There was something familiar about the man...
"There is *nothing* justifying badmouthing a senior officer." The man took a deep breath as he waited for the response.
Jack quirked a smile as he knew Ferretti had seen him, but hadn't given it away. "Who's badmouthing what senior officer?" Jack finally asked, making the man jump and turn.
Oh shit, Jack thought to himself. Thompson. That's why the man had seemed familiar. Jack recalled having been on a Spec Ops mission a few years earlier with him. Hmm, seemed he'd made it to the rank of Major in the meantime. Still, Jack didn't exactly have fond memories of the man.
Obviously Thompson had recognized him as well. "Colonel O'Neill, *sir*." Taking a deep breath, he continued. "These... people, were making jokes on your expense."
"I see," Jack replied. With a sigh, he took a step around Thompson, bringing him up next to Feretti. "Okay, kids, fess up. What'cha do this time?"
Sam gave him a tight, but relieved smile. "It seemed Daniel's and my... jokes, hit a sore spot, sir."
Jack gave Thompson a sideways glance. "And the jokes were?" Jack finally put down his tray, setting about his business by putting both a cup of coffee in front of Daniel and a piece of pie, rewarding him a sly smile from the man.
"Oh, you know the usual, Jack," Daniel answered for Sam, "how you're getting old and forgetful since you forgot to bring dessert in the first place." Raising and eyebrow, Daniel's eyes glittered with mischief. "I mean, look at it Jack, *dessert* -- how could you forget?" He looked at the plate in front of him. "Jack, speaking of forgetting, I only remember asking for a cup of coffee..."
The mock horror in Daniel's voice made Jack grin in reply. "Ah well, not much respect from you kids nowadays," he answered with a deep theatrical sigh. "And the pie? You're getting too thin, Dannyboy."
"Drama queen," Daniel accused good-naturedly, but let him get away with the nickname, at least for now.
Jack smirked at him before returning his attention to Ferretti. "Lou?"
"The Major here was reprimanding your team, sir, Colonel, sir." Ferretti stood at attention. Text-book style, much to Jack's amusement. God, he loved the man... well, not the way he did Daniel, but still...
"At ease, Major Ferretti," Jack said, motioning for the man to take the seat at the end of the table, putting him between Daniel and himself.
"It seems," Teal'c deep voice broke the silence, "that Major Thompson found our usual..." he raised an eyebrow, "banter, disturbing, O'Neill."
Jack grinned at him. "I see." Nodding dismissal at Thompson and sitting down with his team and Ferretti, Jack's eyes lingered on each of them in turn. "He'll get used to it." Unspoken: if he wants to stay in this place.
Finally, it seemed, Thompson got the idea and with a sour expression he sat down with his own band of, well, not-so-merry men.
Keeping an ear out for the soft conversation behind him, Jack caught enough to verify what he already suspected. Thompson and the others were there for the Monday war-games, and somehow Jack just knew the week couldn't start off worse. Then, of course if they..., with an evil grin he turned his attention fully to the other, thought he couldn't ignore the questioning look on Daniel's face. His grin grew wider and he raised his eyebrows in a promise to elaborate later.
Daniel took it for what it was and Jack knew there was no getting out of explaining it later. Not that he minded, not at all. He was sure Daniel's twisted way of thinking would give them one hell of a head start. And Sam wasn't exactly dumb either -- oh, and Teal'c? With his experience and tactical abilities, Jack was *sure* they'd come up with something.
Jack ignored the rest of the conversation behind him, finding it far more amusing as Lou nagged Daniel into teaching him to swear in Goa'uld.
---
"Hi..."
"Hi yourself." Jack stepped aside to let Daniel in.
Daniel grinned and handed over a strange looking six pack. "With greetings from a European friend of mine," he said as if it explained everything.
Jack held it up. The actual brand he recognized, but the individual bottles... "Daniel?"
"Mmm?" Daniel turned back to him after having put away his coat.
"I can't read or understand anything of what the bottles say," Jack complained, trying to hide that he was quite pleased that Daniel had brought beer for him, even though the younger man didn't very much like the taste himself. At least no the beer Jack had.
Daniel snorted, laughter in his voice as he answered. "That's okay, Jack. You don't have to have a conversation with them, just drink them." He chuckled at the look Jack gave him, but continued. "Trust me, Jack. You'll like them."
Jack gave in and made his way back to the kitchen, as Daniel went to the living room, as always acting as if he was at home. Which suited Jack just fine. A moment later, however, he joined Jack in the kitchen, a strange look on his face.
"Jack?"
"Ye-eah?" All of the sudden, Jack was quite glad he'd skipped the candles on the table, but still, he knew perfectly well what Daniel was going to comment on.
"Isn't this..." Daniel gestured over his shoulder in the general direction of the living room, "a bit much for pizza?"
"I eh... sorta cooked," Jack admitted, feeling a little hot. Well, the oven was on... could be the oven... or not.
"Oh?" Daniel's face was unreadable.
"Well, yeah, I know we'd agreed to pizza, but when you told Carter I'd be cooking..." Jack trailed off. Maybe it had been a bad idea...
"You didn't *have* to, Jack," Daniel gave him a small, pleased smile.
Jack found himself answering it without thinking about it. Oh well, Daniel pretty much knew how he felt, so there was no reason to hide anything... even sappy smiles.
Still, neither man brought up the issue during dinner. Just the usual light banter. Everything was the same, yet it wasn't. Jack had expected it to be awkward, yet it was nice that every look and brush of hands and knees *meant* something.
To Jack it was like standing on the edge of heaven. He was pretty sure he was allowed to touch, but still, he hesitated... fearing a little that the whole thing was a dream.
They cleared the table and got the food stowed away in the fridge. Both men moved around the kitchen, and Jack was a ware of the tension rising, as he bumped against Daniel for the third time in as many minutes. They shared a nervous smile before Jack cleared his throat. "Coffee?"
"You have to ask?" Daniel leaned back against the kitchen counter.
"Right," Jack chuckled. "I forgot for a moment who I was talking to."
Jack filled up the coffeemaker, constantly aware of Daniel's presence behind him.
"New blend of coffee, Jack?" Daniel asked in a low voice.
Jack stayed where he was, feeling heat rise to his cheeks. "Well, I knew you were coming over... besides..."
"Yeah?"
"Well, having you around, having your coffee around, it's sorta spoiled my taste buds, so now I can't drink ordinary off-the-shelf coffee." Hey, it was the truth. Daniel's coffee always tasted better.
"Sorry?"
"No you're not," Jack snorted.
"Jack...?"
Jack went completely still as he both felt and heard Daniel slide up behind him. More than a little aware of the heat emanating from Daniel's body, Jack didn't dare turn around.
"Jack, I know we need to talk, but..." Daniel hesitated.
Jack nodded. "We do."
"Just... with that in mind..." Daniel trailed off.
Jack felt the hand on his shoulder, gently pulling him around to face Daniel. Taking a deep breath, Jack met Daniel's serious blue eyes. He watched as Daniel bit his lower lip for a moment, then as one they leaned forward, budding noses a few times until Jack finally couldn't wait anymore and put his hands on either side of Daniel's face. Slowly, he slid the glasses off the other man, placing them on the counter behind him.
Daniel blinked rapidly a few times before giving Jack a shy smile.
Oh yeah, Jack hadn't expected... hoped, yes, but expected? No. Holding Daniel's face again, Jack slowly leaned forward brushing his lips against Daniel's. As he leaned back, Daniel's hands came up to pull him forward again, the kiss this time a little harder, lips fitting together as the pressure grew.
A sigh escaped Daniel as he tilted his head, running his tongue against Jack's closed lips. Without thinking about it, Jack parted his lips and sucked lightly on it.
This time Daniel moaned into his mouth, pressing closer to align his body with Jack's, pushing a leg in between Jack's, muscled thigh pressing up against Jack's crotch, causing the older man groan and grind hard against the thigh. Jack couldn't think anymore. What was it they were supposed to do? Other than what they were currently doing. Well, truth be told, Jack hadn't the faintest idea.
Daniel grabbed two fist-full of Jack's shirt and pulled him with him, as he moved slowly towards the living room. How they found it and how they ended up hitting the larger couch was beyond Jack. Pretty much everything was beyond Jack at the moment. Except Daniel. And Daniel's hard body pressed against him, the hot, slick tongue sliding against Jack's own, going for a tonsillectomy if Daniel's enthusiasm was anything to judge by.
Jack felt Daniel hit the couch and before he knew it they were horizontal, Daniel writhing enticingly underneath him.
"Daniel..." Jack finally panted as they broke their kiss and Daniel began working on Jack's buttons. "...slow down..."
Daniel did slow down, a little, but he kept working on the buttons as his eyes locked with Jack's.
Jack groaned as he saw almost no blue left... only dilated pupils -- oh, and Daniel's lips looked red and swollen, which didn't help Jack much in his state.
"Why, Jack...?"
Jack tried to gather his thoughts for a moment, but Daniel's strong fingers brushing against his chest made it damned near impossible. "Wha...?"
"Why slow... down," Daniel gasped as he bucked up against Jack, making the both of the moan.
"We should talk about this... start out slow... date..." Jack dug his fingers into the couch as he arched, pressing his groin against Daniel's.
Daniel's voice rose an octave or two. "We've been... dating for *years* Jack," he finally ground out.
Jack couldn't stop the laughter. "But we've had a... a lovers' quarrel, Daniel, we have to..."
Daniel leaned up and shut Jack up with a long, deep kiss. As he pulled back he popped the last two buttons of Jack's shirt with a mischievous grin. "Well, yeah, hence the make-up sex... I've heard it's the best, hottest," he ran his hands up over Jack's torso, fingers hot against Jack's skin. "Sweatiest, craziest," Daniel hesitated for a moment as his smile grew positively evil. Thumb and forefinger of both hands came to a rest around Jack's nipples. "*Wildest* kinda sex," he grinned as he pinched and twisted lightly.
Jack was sure his howl could have been heard several blocks away. "*Fuck*... *Daniel*, dammit, give a guy a warning, willya?"
"Fucking's an option," Daniel smiled up at him.
"Daniel..." Jack tried hard to think. "Daniel, please, this isn't like you..."
"The hell it is!" Daniel groaned as he arched almost off the couch, seeking contact. "I haven't had sex in ages and just *being* around you makes me hard."
Jack finally felt some of the tension leave him with Daniel's words. "Yeah?"
"Oh yeah." Daniel pulled him down for another long, sweet kiss.
When they came back up to catch their bearings, Jack leaned down, resting his forehead against Daniel's, staring long and intensely into Daniel's eyes. Could he? Should he...? "Whaddya say we move this to the bedroom." It escaped him before he could stop himself.
"Now, Jack, see, I *knew* you were smarter than you let on." Daniel let Jack pull him up off the couch.
"Oh yeah, it's a ploy to keep the enemy in the dark," Jack grinned, as he stole quick kiss. "Let them underestimate me."
Daniel was breathing heavily as he leaned against Jack. Before Jack could stop him, his hand came up to cup Jack's straining erection through the jeans. "I see I didn't *over* estimate you," he breathed huskily.
"Daniel?" Jack forced out through clenched teeth.
"Yeah?"
"Bedroom. *Now*."
Daniel pulled back, standing to attention. "Yes sir, Colonel O'Neill, *sir*." He turned tail and ran as Jack growled and took up pursuit.
tbc (yeah, yeah, I'm a bitch, I know *eg*)
Oh, and a revised version of part 1 -- since neither
swtalmnd or I were too pleased with it -- just added some more dialogue:War-games... what the hell did they need those for anyway? Jack crossed the commissary when he spotted his kids, heading straight for their table. All the while he kept tapping the folded up memo against his hand. Well, duh, some of the other teams, maybe, but SG teams 1 and 2? Jack sighed as he sat down at the table. They'd just gotten back from PX3-747 and the General had ordered them to shower and get a bit to eat before de-briefing, it was Friday, they had three days of downtime coming up -- oh, and Daniel was coming over later...
Jack should be happy. Only, well, a few things combined were darkening the joy. First of all, he knew it wouldn't just be another social call from Daniel tonight. The younger man had seen right through him a little while back and had finally called Jack's bluff. A fact that had both spooked and delighted Jack. It wasn't that he'd been obvious or anything, just... well, Daniel really wasn't as damned oblivious as most might think.
"O'Neill," Teal'c greeted him, nodding his head. Sam gave him a tired smile and Daniel... Daniel pursed his lips, then smiled as well, eyes twinkling.
Jack returned their greetings, trying hard to ignore the feeling of light-headedness hitting him as Daniel's smile grew wider. So Daniel was coming over to talk tonight and Jack felt as nervous as a school kid on his first date. To tell the truth, he wasn't even sure where they were supposed to take all this.
It wasn't as if the AF left much room for relationships -- much less of the same sex kind. Still, he was sure both he and Daniel could keep it on a level suitable and private enough to keep it out of the line of sight. Then again, maybe the best hiding place *was* right in the line of sight. They'd been arguing like hell lately, and as it was, half the base thought they'd 'broken up'.
Before that, and through the last week or so, Jack had forced himself to face up to a couple of truths and stop blaming and taking it out on Daniel. Much to Daniel's surprise, yet as always he'd more or less just shrugged and taken what had been offered. Oh, and raised the stakes by letting Jack know he knew what was going on.
Anyway, there back to their old ways, bickering like and old married couple, bantering like they always did -- only now without the edge of hurt that had sneaked into it for a while. And it had quickly improved the air on the team. There was no unexplained tension, no tip-toeing around each other. Hell, they'd even gotten back to him and Daniel sharing a tent again. Jack had shared with Teal'c for quite a while, not sure he could handle being around Daniel without losing his temper. Besides, Teal'c had been glad to once again change tent-mates, claiming that Jack was a noisy sleeper.
Now, if only he could get through the evening with Daniel. They'd decided, or rather, Daniel had, that they had to revive an old ritual. Friday night, pizza, hockey on the TV and just having fun. Only... Jack was fairly sure Daniel would be calling him on all his little manoeuvres lately. Because Jack was back to his old habits as well, which meant lots and lots of touching. Especially Daniel, who normally guarded his personal space with a vengeance.
To tell the truth, Jack was both nervous and thrilled about it. He dreaded the conversation, but he'd take it whichever way he could get it. If Daniel wanted to talk, he'd talk, if Daniel wanted to take it a little further? Well, Jack sure as hell wasn't gonna stop him.
"Got somethin' for ya'," Jack put the memo down on the table, letting the rest of the team have a look at it while he went to get his own lunch. In the lunch line he kept turning it over and over in his head, trying to push the possibilities of the night into the back of his head. He was still on duty and if the memo was anything to go by, the coming Monday wouldn't be that much fun. So Lou's and his teams were to train with a third party. Well, from what he could tell, the new team would be taking it as training for possible work with the SGC off-world and Jack didn't mind; only... he knew the others wouldn't exactly be thrilled. Specifically Daniel, who had a hell of a workload on base as well, doing several translations for the other teams. Sure, he had people to help him, but he seemed to think it would be faster to do the stuff himself. Probably wasn't entirely wrong either.
At least he and Daniel could solve whatever was between them before Monday... Jack grinned to himself as he put his lunch on the tray and made his way back. Right, admit it you old fox, you know *exactly* what's between us, it's just a matter of dragging it out into the open, putting words to it.
As he put his tray down, the others showed exactly what they thought about the coming exercise. And he couldn't blame them, he had to talk to the General about some serious downtime for them, and soon.
"Jack..." Daniel began, but stopped with a sigh as his eyes met Jack's. Sorry, kid, Jack thought to himself.
"Sir..." Sam's voice rose in exasperation. "I was kinda hoping to finish the naquada tests the coming week."
Jack held up a hand to stop her. "It's not just for us, Major, besides, it's just two days."
Sam shrugged, still looking slightly annoyed.
Jack exchanged an amused look with Teal'c, as their two team members turned back to their joking around, understanding that no level of bickering would change anything. Jack was glad that Sam had taken to Daniel since day one and the other way around. Although, as a pair, they could be pretty scary at times. Oh, and devious as hell. Jack made sure to never cross them.
"So," Sam said, as she finished off her bread. "Got plans for the weekend, Daniel?"
"Oh, well, I don't know yet," he answered with a grin, a flicker of eye contact with Jack before returning his attention to Sam. "I do, however, have plans for tonight."
"Oh?" Sam raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, Jack and I are watching the game tonight... and he's cooking."
Sam laughed out loud. "Oh, you've bullied the Colonel into cooking, have you?"
"No," Daniel grinned back, "he volunteered."
Sam gave Jack a wide smile. "Did he now?"
"Well," Jack decided to defend himself a little. "I'm not *that* bad a cook."
"No, sir, you're not," Sam said with a fake serious expression. "It's just so damned hard to get you to prove it."
Jack couldn't help the laugh escaping him. "Hey, it's in my job description, I'm *supposed* to delegate..."
"You're just lazy," Daniel shot back with a smile.
"That too," Jack admitted. He finished his own lunch, and then looked at Carter's jell-o. "Damned, I forgot dessert." He stood, nodded at the soldiers sitting down behind them. New recruits? Nah, they seemed a bit too old for that.
"Getting old and forgetful, Jack?" Daniel teased.
"Yeah, yeah, pick on the old man," Jack grinned.
"Think you can remember to bring me a cup of coffee?" Daniel threw after him as he made his way back to the counter. Sure, he could bring Daniel the coffee; he was getting some himself, what was the harm? Oh, unless of course you counted the dangers of getting the linguist high on caffeine before a de-briefing. Well, Daniel seemed very motivated for tonight, there was no way he'd drag the de-briefing into an achingly long affair. Jack was pretty sure of that.
Jack was a bit lost in thought as he got his own piece of pie, added another to the tray with an afterthought. Hey, Daniel liked sugar too. Two cups of coffee and back to his team. Frowning, Jack picked his way back to their table, wondering what the hell was going on. Ferretti had joined them and was standing between them, and one of the soldiers from the neighbouring table, obviously engaged in some sort of debate. Jack moved to stand behind the soldier he hadn't noticed before. No one seemed inclined to reveal his presence behind the man, though the other airmen who were under this guy's command clearly wanted to. Jack bit his lower lip thoughtfully. There was something familiar about the man...
"There is *nothing* justifying badmouthing a senior officer." The man took a deep breath as he waited for the response.
Jack quirked a smile as he knew Ferretti had seen him, but hadn't given it away. "Who's badmouthing what senior officer?" Jack finally asked, making the man jump and turn.
Oh shit, Jack thought to himself. Thompson. That's why the man had seemed familiar. Jack recalled having been on a Spec Ops mission a few years earlier with him. Hmm, seemed he'd made it to the rank of Major in the meantime. Still, Jack didn't exactly have fond memories of the man.
Obviously Thompson had recognized him as well. "Colonel O'Neill, *sir*." Taking a deep breath, he continued. "These... people, were making jokes on your expense."
"I see," Jack replied. With a sigh, he took a step around Thompson, bringing him up next to Feretti. "Okay, kids, fess up. What'cha do this time?"
Sam gave him a tight, but relieved smile. "It seemed Daniel's and my... jokes, hit a sore spot, sir."
Jack gave Thompson a sideways glance. "And the jokes were?" Jack finally put down his tray, setting about his business by putting both a cup of coffee in front of Daniel and a piece of pie, rewarding him a sly smile from the man.
"Oh, you know the usual, Jack," Daniel answered for Sam, "how you're getting old and forgetful since you forgot to bring dessert in the first place." Raising and eyebrow, Daniel's eyes glittered with mischief. "I mean, look at it Jack, *dessert* -- how could you forget?" He looked at the plate in front of him. "Jack, speaking of forgetting, I only remember asking for a cup of coffee..."
The mock horror in Daniel's voice made Jack grin in reply. "Ah well, not much respect from you kids nowadays," he answered with a deep theatrical sigh. "And the pie? You're getting too thin, Dannyboy."
"Drama queen," Daniel accused good-naturedly, but let him get away with the nickname, at least for now.
Jack smirked at him before returning his attention to Ferretti. "Lou?"
"The Major here was reprimanding your team, sir, Colonel, sir." Ferretti stood at attention. Text-book style, much to Jack's amusement. God, he loved the man... well, not the way he did Daniel, but still...
"At ease, Major Ferretti," Jack said, motioning for the man to take the seat at the end of the table, putting him between Daniel and himself.
"It seems," Teal'c deep voice broke the silence, "that Major Thompson found our usual..." he raised an eyebrow, "banter, disturbing, O'Neill."
Jack grinned at him. "I see." Nodding dismissal at Thompson and sitting down with his team and Ferretti, Jack's eyes lingered on each of them in turn. "He'll get used to it." Unspoken: if he wants to stay in this place.
Finally, it seemed, Thompson got the idea and with a sour expression he sat down with his own band of, well, not-so-merry men.
Keeping an ear out for the soft conversation behind him, Jack caught enough to verify what he already suspected. Thompson and the others were there for the Monday war-games, and somehow Jack just knew the week couldn't start off worse. Then, of course if they..., with an evil grin he turned his attention fully to the other, thought he couldn't ignore the questioning look on Daniel's face. His grin grew wider and he raised his eyebrows in a promise to elaborate later.
Daniel took it for what it was and Jack knew there was no getting out of explaining it later. Not that he minded, not at all. He was sure Daniel's twisted way of thinking would give them one hell of a head start. And Sam wasn't exactly dumb either -- oh, and Teal'c? With his experience and tactical abilities, Jack was *sure* they'd come up with something.
Jack ignored the rest of the conversation behind him, finding it far more amusing as Lou nagged Daniel into teaching him to swear in Goa'uld.
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"Hi..."
"Hi yourself." Jack stepped aside to let Daniel in.
Daniel grinned and handed over a strange looking six pack. "With greetings from a European friend of mine," he said as if it explained everything.
Jack held it up. The actual brand he recognized, but the individual bottles... "Daniel?"
"Mmm?" Daniel turned back to him after having put away his coat.
"I can't read or understand anything of what the bottles say," Jack complained, trying to hide that he was quite pleased that Daniel had brought beer for him, even though the younger man didn't very much like the taste himself. At least no the beer Jack had.
Daniel snorted, laughter in his voice as he answered. "That's okay, Jack. You don't have to have a conversation with them, just drink them." He chuckled at the look Jack gave him, but continued. "Trust me, Jack. You'll like them."
Jack gave in and made his way back to the kitchen, as Daniel went to the living room, as always acting as if he was at home. Which suited Jack just fine. A moment later, however, he joined Jack in the kitchen, a strange look on his face.
"Jack?"
"Ye-eah?" All of the sudden, Jack was quite glad he'd skipped the candles on the table, but still, he knew perfectly well what Daniel was going to comment on.
"Isn't this..." Daniel gestured over his shoulder in the general direction of the living room, "a bit much for pizza?"
"I eh... sorta cooked," Jack admitted, feeling a little hot. Well, the oven was on... could be the oven... or not.
"Oh?" Daniel's face was unreadable.
"Well, yeah, I know we'd agreed to pizza, but when you told Carter I'd be cooking..." Jack trailed off. Maybe it had been a bad idea...
"You didn't *have* to, Jack," Daniel gave him a small, pleased smile.
Jack found himself answering it without thinking about it. Oh well, Daniel pretty much knew how he felt, so there was no reason to hide anything... even sappy smiles.
Still, neither man brought up the issue during dinner. Just the usual light banter. Everything was the same, yet it wasn't. Jack had expected it to be awkward, yet it was nice that every look and brush of hands and knees *meant* something.
To Jack it was like standing on the edge of heaven. He was pretty sure he was allowed to touch, but still, he hesitated... fearing a little that the whole thing was a dream.
They cleared the table and got the food stowed away in the fridge. Both men moved around the kitchen, and Jack was a ware of the tension rising, as he bumped against Daniel for the third time in as many minutes. They shared a nervous smile before Jack cleared his throat. "Coffee?"
"You have to ask?" Daniel leaned back against the kitchen counter.
"Right," Jack chuckled. "I forgot for a moment who I was talking to."
Jack filled up the coffeemaker, constantly aware of Daniel's presence behind him.
"New blend of coffee, Jack?" Daniel asked in a low voice.
Jack stayed where he was, feeling heat rise to his cheeks. "Well, I knew you were coming over... besides..."
"Yeah?"
"Well, having you around, having your coffee around, it's sorta spoiled my taste buds, so now I can't drink ordinary off-the-shelf coffee." Hey, it was the truth. Daniel's coffee always tasted better.
"Sorry?"
"No you're not," Jack snorted.
"Jack...?"
Jack went completely still as he both felt and heard Daniel slide up behind him. More than a little aware of the heat emanating from Daniel's body, Jack didn't dare turn around.
"Jack, I know we need to talk, but..." Daniel hesitated.
Jack nodded. "We do."
"Just... with that in mind..." Daniel trailed off.
Jack felt the hand on his shoulder, gently pulling him around to face Daniel. Taking a deep breath, Jack met Daniel's serious blue eyes. He watched as Daniel bit his lower lip for a moment, then as one they leaned forward, budding noses a few times until Jack finally couldn't wait anymore and put his hands on either side of Daniel's face. Slowly, he slid the glasses off the other man, placing them on the counter behind him.
Daniel blinked rapidly a few times before giving Jack a shy smile.
Oh yeah, Jack hadn't expected... hoped, yes, but expected? No. Holding Daniel's face again, Jack slowly leaned forward brushing his lips against Daniel's. As he leaned back, Daniel's hands came up to pull him forward again, the kiss this time a little harder, lips fitting together as the pressure grew.
A sigh escaped Daniel as he tilted his head, running his tongue against Jack's closed lips. Without thinking about it, Jack parted his lips and sucked lightly on it.
This time Daniel moaned into his mouth, pressing closer to align his body with Jack's, pushing a leg in between Jack's, muscled thigh pressing up against Jack's crotch, causing the older man groan and grind hard against the thigh. Jack couldn't think anymore. What was it they were supposed to do? Other than what they were currently doing. Well, truth be told, Jack hadn't the faintest idea.
Daniel grabbed two fist-full of Jack's shirt and pulled him with him, as he moved slowly towards the living room. How they found it and how they ended up hitting the larger couch was beyond Jack. Pretty much everything was beyond Jack at the moment. Except Daniel. And Daniel's hard body pressed against him, the hot, slick tongue sliding against Jack's own, going for a tonsillectomy if Daniel's enthusiasm was anything to judge by.
Jack felt Daniel hit the couch and before he knew it they were horizontal, Daniel writhing enticingly underneath him.
"Daniel..." Jack finally panted as they broke their kiss and Daniel began working on Jack's buttons. "...slow down..."
Daniel did slow down, a little, but he kept working on the buttons as his eyes locked with Jack's.
Jack groaned as he saw almost no blue left... only dilated pupils -- oh, and Daniel's lips looked red and swollen, which didn't help Jack much in his state.
"Why, Jack...?"
Jack tried to gather his thoughts for a moment, but Daniel's strong fingers brushing against his chest made it damned near impossible. "Wha...?"
"Why slow... down," Daniel gasped as he bucked up against Jack, making the both of the moan.
"We should talk about this... start out slow... date..." Jack dug his fingers into the couch as he arched, pressing his groin against Daniel's.
Daniel's voice rose an octave or two. "We've been... dating for *years* Jack," he finally ground out.
Jack couldn't stop the laughter. "But we've had a... a lovers' quarrel, Daniel, we have to..."
Daniel leaned up and shut Jack up with a long, deep kiss. As he pulled back he popped the last two buttons of Jack's shirt with a mischievous grin. "Well, yeah, hence the make-up sex... I've heard it's the best, hottest," he ran his hands up over Jack's torso, fingers hot against Jack's skin. "Sweatiest, craziest," Daniel hesitated for a moment as his smile grew positively evil. Thumb and forefinger of both hands came to a rest around Jack's nipples. "*Wildest* kinda sex," he grinned as he pinched and twisted lightly.
Jack was sure his howl could have been heard several blocks away. "*Fuck*... *Daniel*, dammit, give a guy a warning, willya?"
"Fucking's an option," Daniel smiled up at him.
"Daniel..." Jack tried hard to think. "Daniel, please, this isn't like you..."
"The hell it is!" Daniel groaned as he arched almost off the couch, seeking contact. "I haven't had sex in ages and just *being* around you makes me hard."
Jack finally felt some of the tension leave him with Daniel's words. "Yeah?"
"Oh yeah." Daniel pulled him down for another long, sweet kiss.
When they came back up to catch their bearings, Jack leaned down, resting his forehead against Daniel's, staring long and intensely into Daniel's eyes. Could he? Should he...? "Whaddya say we move this to the bedroom." It escaped him before he could stop himself.
"Now, Jack, see, I *knew* you were smarter than you let on." Daniel let Jack pull him up off the couch.
"Oh yeah, it's a ploy to keep the enemy in the dark," Jack grinned, as he stole quick kiss. "Let them underestimate me."
Daniel was breathing heavily as he leaned against Jack. Before Jack could stop him, his hand came up to cup Jack's straining erection through the jeans. "I see I didn't *over* estimate you," he breathed huskily.
"Daniel?" Jack forced out through clenched teeth.
"Yeah?"
"Bedroom. *Now*."
Daniel pulled back, standing to attention. "Yes sir, Colonel O'Neill, *sir*." He turned tail and ran as Jack growled and took up pursuit.
tbc (yeah, yeah, I'm a bitch, I know *eg*)
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I read the fic you posted on-list yesterday, loved that too! *g*
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::Wipes persperation from brow::
Woo-hoo! Loved it:)
More please?
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Oh yeah... I like!
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Should I warn you about part 3 ::ponders for a moment::
Nah...