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War Games Part 5
Wordcount of the day: 1,033
Wordcount in all: 9,669
Rating, well this part drops to its knees and admits to only being G *grins*
previous parts
The house was quiet as Jack sank back into the couch with a sigh. It was late Sunday night and he was alone for the first time that weekend. He'd been alone for so many years that it was odd how he already missed Daniel's company.
One would have thought that now that the attraction was out in the open, at least in private, Jack smiled bitterly, that they'd have stayed in bed all weekend. They hadn't, and Jack had had the best time in years.
Taking a sip of his beer, Jack pulled his feet up into the couch, the bitterness, over not being able to tell the world he was in love and that it was reciprocated, soon forgotten. His thoughts kept coming back to Daniel and the time they'd spent together. Hell, Daniel had come over Friday night, they'd ended up confessing their attraction, acting upon it and Daniel had only been home for a quick stop for extra clothes Saturday morning -- and hadn't left Jack until a few hours earlier, as they had agreed that there'd be very little sleep involved if Daniel stayed with him. So Daniel was in his own bed and Jack was sleeping alone.
Jack sighed as his thoughts turned to the coming war game. He should go to bed, get some sleep, since their briefing was scheduled for the next morning at 0600. Draining the bottle, Jack got up and made his way to the bathroom. With a grin he finished up to bed, casting a glance or two at the shower stall. Who'd have thought that his soft spoken friend would be like that? Demanding, pushy... fun.
Turning off the light and making his way down the hall to his bedroom, Jack realized that he'd never laughed as much in bed as he had with Daniel. The man could simply not stay serious for a longer period of time. Jack was pretty sure that it was a safety valve, that Daniel understood he could let go when he was with Jack -- something that he didn't very often do.
Jack dropped his clothes on the chair by the door, sliding under his cool sheets. God, his bed seemed to be twice as big as normally now that Daniel wasn't there to share it. But he knew they had to be careful. They couldn't just stay together constantly, go into work together.
With a sappy grin on his face Jack drifted off to dreamland, knowing that at least there he could have Daniel without any real life problems getting in the way. As for the real Daniel? They had more downtime coming after these stupid war games and he was sure he could convince Daniel to spend some of it with him. Maybe go up to the cabin?
Jack's last thoughts as sleep pulled him under were that the cabin indeed was very, very private and secluded. He wanted to invite Daniel to go with him, but he sure as hell wasn't going up there to fish...
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Jack strolled into the briefing room, immediately walking over to Ferretti, who was pouring himself a coffee at the table.
Daniel wasn't there yet, though that wasn't really much out of the ordinary; the man was rarely early for briefings, always having hundreds of little things to do before he was ready.
"Morning, Lou," Jack greeted, grabbing one of the blue mugs for himself, pushing it next to Ferretti's.
"Colonel," Lou grinned back as he dutifully filled Jack's mug. "Ready to go out there?"
"Well, if we must, we must, right Carter?" Jack threw over his shoulder at his 2IC who came over, craving coffee as much as anyone else at the early hours of a Monday morning.
"So it seems, sir," Carter answered good-naturedly. The three of them turned to watch as Major Thompson and his... cohorts marched into the room, taking their seats at the large table without a word.
"Can you sense the love?" Jack chuckled low to his two friends.
"Oh yeah," Carter rolled her eyes before making her way towards her own seat.
Jack held up his mug with one hand, while grabbing an apple from the bowl set out on the table as well.
Suddenly his coffee disappeared and as Jack turned he looked directly into a pair of mischievous blue eyes. "Thank you, Jack," Daniel took a deep draught of the black liquied. If Jack didn't already know first hand that Daniel's tongue was smooth and soft, he'd have thought it was made out of asbestose, what with the way Daniel could choke down hot coffee without even flinching.
The soft sigh escaping Daniel shot straight through Jack. It would be a long day. A *very* long day and an even longer night. Two days and one night of war games... side by side with Daniel... Jack almost groaned out loud.
"Good coffee, Doc?" Lou asked with a laugh as he went to his own seat.
"Mmmm," was all they got from Daniel.
Jack shook his head and sidestepped Daniel. "Morning to you too, Danny," he whispered.
Daniel's eyes shot open and he glared at Jack. "What did I say about that nick name?"
Jack held up his hand in surrender, taking a bite of his apple. Daniel's hand caught his elbow and Jack leaned in to hear what his, well, lover might be the correct term, Jack wasn't entirely sure. Boyfriend? Like he was a teenager.
Daniel's eyes stayed on the apple for a moment, then strayed to the bowl of fruit. "Sure you've got the right fruit, Jack?"
Jack frowned, giving Daniel a confused look.
Daniel didn't elaborate, he simply grinned and dug into the bowl himself. Jack shook his head and whispered: "You're gonna be the death of me, aren't you, Doctor Jackson?"
Daniel merely smiled his little enigmatic smile and Jack gave up and went to his seat next to Carter.
A moment later he was sure Daniel would be his death, probably sooner than later. He could actually see the headlines: 'USAF Colonel self-combusts from sexual tension'.
Daniel simply threw him his most innocent look and started peeling the banana he'd brought over to the table.
Jack swore he'd make him pay given the first opportunity.
Wordcount in all: 9,669
Rating, well this part drops to its knees and admits to only being G *grins*
previous parts
The house was quiet as Jack sank back into the couch with a sigh. It was late Sunday night and he was alone for the first time that weekend. He'd been alone for so many years that it was odd how he already missed Daniel's company.
One would have thought that now that the attraction was out in the open, at least in private, Jack smiled bitterly, that they'd have stayed in bed all weekend. They hadn't, and Jack had had the best time in years.
Taking a sip of his beer, Jack pulled his feet up into the couch, the bitterness, over not being able to tell the world he was in love and that it was reciprocated, soon forgotten. His thoughts kept coming back to Daniel and the time they'd spent together. Hell, Daniel had come over Friday night, they'd ended up confessing their attraction, acting upon it and Daniel had only been home for a quick stop for extra clothes Saturday morning -- and hadn't left Jack until a few hours earlier, as they had agreed that there'd be very little sleep involved if Daniel stayed with him. So Daniel was in his own bed and Jack was sleeping alone.
Jack sighed as his thoughts turned to the coming war game. He should go to bed, get some sleep, since their briefing was scheduled for the next morning at 0600. Draining the bottle, Jack got up and made his way to the bathroom. With a grin he finished up to bed, casting a glance or two at the shower stall. Who'd have thought that his soft spoken friend would be like that? Demanding, pushy... fun.
Turning off the light and making his way down the hall to his bedroom, Jack realized that he'd never laughed as much in bed as he had with Daniel. The man could simply not stay serious for a longer period of time. Jack was pretty sure that it was a safety valve, that Daniel understood he could let go when he was with Jack -- something that he didn't very often do.
Jack dropped his clothes on the chair by the door, sliding under his cool sheets. God, his bed seemed to be twice as big as normally now that Daniel wasn't there to share it. But he knew they had to be careful. They couldn't just stay together constantly, go into work together.
With a sappy grin on his face Jack drifted off to dreamland, knowing that at least there he could have Daniel without any real life problems getting in the way. As for the real Daniel? They had more downtime coming after these stupid war games and he was sure he could convince Daniel to spend some of it with him. Maybe go up to the cabin?
Jack's last thoughts as sleep pulled him under were that the cabin indeed was very, very private and secluded. He wanted to invite Daniel to go with him, but he sure as hell wasn't going up there to fish...
---
Jack strolled into the briefing room, immediately walking over to Ferretti, who was pouring himself a coffee at the table.
Daniel wasn't there yet, though that wasn't really much out of the ordinary; the man was rarely early for briefings, always having hundreds of little things to do before he was ready.
"Morning, Lou," Jack greeted, grabbing one of the blue mugs for himself, pushing it next to Ferretti's.
"Colonel," Lou grinned back as he dutifully filled Jack's mug. "Ready to go out there?"
"Well, if we must, we must, right Carter?" Jack threw over his shoulder at his 2IC who came over, craving coffee as much as anyone else at the early hours of a Monday morning.
"So it seems, sir," Carter answered good-naturedly. The three of them turned to watch as Major Thompson and his... cohorts marched into the room, taking their seats at the large table without a word.
"Can you sense the love?" Jack chuckled low to his two friends.
"Oh yeah," Carter rolled her eyes before making her way towards her own seat.
Jack held up his mug with one hand, while grabbing an apple from the bowl set out on the table as well.
Suddenly his coffee disappeared and as Jack turned he looked directly into a pair of mischievous blue eyes. "Thank you, Jack," Daniel took a deep draught of the black liquied. If Jack didn't already know first hand that Daniel's tongue was smooth and soft, he'd have thought it was made out of asbestose, what with the way Daniel could choke down hot coffee without even flinching.
The soft sigh escaping Daniel shot straight through Jack. It would be a long day. A *very* long day and an even longer night. Two days and one night of war games... side by side with Daniel... Jack almost groaned out loud.
"Good coffee, Doc?" Lou asked with a laugh as he went to his own seat.
"Mmmm," was all they got from Daniel.
Jack shook his head and sidestepped Daniel. "Morning to you too, Danny," he whispered.
Daniel's eyes shot open and he glared at Jack. "What did I say about that nick name?"
Jack held up his hand in surrender, taking a bite of his apple. Daniel's hand caught his elbow and Jack leaned in to hear what his, well, lover might be the correct term, Jack wasn't entirely sure. Boyfriend? Like he was a teenager.
Daniel's eyes stayed on the apple for a moment, then strayed to the bowl of fruit. "Sure you've got the right fruit, Jack?"
Jack frowned, giving Daniel a confused look.
Daniel didn't elaborate, he simply grinned and dug into the bowl himself. Jack shook his head and whispered: "You're gonna be the death of me, aren't you, Doctor Jackson?"
Daniel merely smiled his little enigmatic smile and Jack gave up and went to his seat next to Carter.
A moment later he was sure Daniel would be his death, probably sooner than later. He could actually see the headlines: 'USAF Colonel self-combusts from sexual tension'.
Daniel simply threw him his most innocent look and started peeling the banana he'd brought over to the table.
Jack swore he'd make him pay given the first opportunity.
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over might be the correct term, Jack wasn't entirely sure. Boyfriend? Like he was a teenager.
You know,
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And as for the lover/partner/boyfriend/SO etc issue -- let's just say that I plan on having them discuss it -- and trust me, Daniel finds it absolutely hilarious *g* -- he just can't see why Jack needs to put a label on their relationship.
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um. how about significant other? MY Archaeologist? *MINE* sounds good too. i'm rambling and i know it. boyfriend sounds *ewww*, i prefer lover actually (don't EVER tell anyone i said that. i'll deny it, even under torture). lover is perfect.
and
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Can I just say that I think it's GREAT that you had them leave each other for Jack to think!
Other fics have them screwing like bunnies ALL THE TIME! They're humans, people. Not sex robots. *snickers*
Great, I'm off to next part now. :)
--JX
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It's something in the fandom -- do you know how hard it is to keep them out of bed? *g*
Besides, I have a beta who smacks me every time I go too far. We agree on that neither man is superhuman, hence it's impossible to have as much sex as they do in some fics *g*
Hope you enjoy the next couple of parts... *eg*
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I love the idea of the memories page -- the only way to keep track of what one does around this nut house *g*
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