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War Games Part 11
Still unbetaed...
Wordcount of the day: 1,363 words
Wordcount in all: 17,539
previous parts
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Daniel didn't answer him. He simply kept eye contact with Jack, eyelids sliding down, adding to what Jack had already learned to identify as Daniel's 'bedroom eyes'. Jack should tell him it was the wrong time. Dammit, Daniel should *know* that already.
Still, Daniel held Jack's gaze, his white, even teeth bit into his lower lip, sweat plastering the short, dark hair to his head.
Jack watched with the utmost attention as another droplet of sweat made its way down Daniel's temple, detouring a little as it hung for a moment at his cheekbone before ending its existence at the corner of a lightly parted mouth. Jack swallowed hard as the tip of a pink tongue slipped out to catch it.
"Jack..." The name left Daniel as something between a whisper and a sigh.
Jack shook his head to clear it, then sent Daniel a pleading look. "Daniel," he whispered, "you know we can't... please don't make this any harder on the both of us..." Jack trailed off, groaning internally at his ill choice of words.
Daniel didn't answer, but Jack had no trouble reading the same emotions in the other man. Daniel knew, of course he did, but Jack felt the same urges as he did. They were both aware of that they weren't acting as they normally were. Sure, it was hard to keep their hands to themselves after the weekend they'd just spent together, but still...
Jack slid to the floor, trying to get his own breathing under control. Something was obviously messing with the, something was enhancing what they... Jack suddenly noticed that they'd both been inching towards each other for the past few minutes.
Jack shook his head again, quickly got to his feet and went to the wall farthest from Daniel. Closing his eyes as he slid down the wall, Jack decided that as long as he didn't keep eye contact with Daniel, they would both make it... he just hoped Daniel would come to the same conclusion.
Trying to remember what Teal'c had taught him about meditation, Jack tried to relax. After a few minutes his paranoid little mind began asking him if he knew where Daniel was. Chancing a quick look, Jack saw his friend curled up in the opposite corner. Well, good, the further they could get from each other, the better. At least at the moment.
Time ticked by, and Jack once again tried to find that little core inside that was supposed to hold some kind of peace... without any success. Every time he almost had it, a flicker of an image crossed his mind, and his carefully built little card house came crumbling down. Sense memory, the thought of what Daniel sounded like just before coming, the feel of skin against his, the feel of Daniel's tongue...
Jack's eyes flew open to stare into a pair of darkened eyes. Daniel's pupils were so dilated that they almost eclipsed the blue. Daniel licked his lips and Jack could still feel the tingling of the skin on his collar bone where Daniel had just licked him.
Jack felt himself leaning forward, drawing in a deep breath as he picked up on Daniel's scent. Soap, sweat, musk... things that brought even more images back to him. It didn't exactly help that Daniel's skin was glistering with sweat making Jack want to touch, lick...
Shaking his head to clear it, Jack turned his head just in time to avoid a kiss. "Daniel... please don't get us started..."
"We... won't stop," Daniel's voice was low.
::This reaction is indeed interesting::
::And to think enhancing a factor already in present::
Jack blinked a few times... something that was already...
"Sir!?" Carter's voice sliced through the silence of the cell.
"M-major?" Jack gave in and turned his head enough to rub his cheek against Daniel's before burying his face against Daniel's neck. It was so difficult to think with the sound of his blood pounding in his ears and the feel of Daniel's licking and nipping at the skin where his shoulder and neck met.
"Colonel... Daniel, what?" Sam sounded as if she didn't believe what she was witnessing.
"God, you're disgusting, *Colonel*," Thompson's voice broke through the silence.
Daniel's head whipped back up, a sneer on his face. "Oh cut the crap, Thomson," a quick dip of his head and Daniel bit through Jack's t-shirt, making pleasant pain shoot through Jack's shoulder. Slowly Daniel turned his head and obviously made eye contact with Thompson. "I know you're just jealous, Thomson, admit it..." The chuckle that followed that accusation made Jack shiver, wondering for how much longer he could control himself.
Jack was aware of the other voices on the other side of the barrier but he couldn't concentrate on anything but Daniel's close proximity.
"Well... the screen's lit up again... sir." Carter cleared her throat and broke the awkward silence. Thomson didn't do anything but scowl at them, obviously not looking for another sample of patented sharp tongued comments by Dr. Jackson .
"Maybe you sh-should try to... play with it again, Carter," Jack groaned as Daniel moved from his neck and up towards his ear. Praying that Daniel wasn't going to do what Jack feared he might, he bit his teeth together, trying to come up with an explanation.
"Phe..." Daniel's voice broke and his hot breath burst against Jack's neck, sending shivers down the older man's spine. "Pheromones or so-something similar, Sam... and we're talking... some *extremely* high levels..."
Jack found it amazing how Daniel could actually concentrate on stringing together entire sentences. And actually make sense... That was pretty much the last coherent thought he had for the following minute, as Daniel straddled his lap and latched onto the sensitive spot just below Jack's ear.
Somehow Jack managed to push Daniel away, both men lying on the white floor, staring at each other, panting for breath. "Carter," Jack began, his voice raw and pained. "It worked the last time..." And unless you want to audience a rather heated make-out session, I suggest you hurry up.
Jack slowly sat up, keeping his eyes closed. He wasn't sure he could handle looking at Daniel at the moment. It was bad enough that he seemed to constantly pick up the scent of the other man.
"Jack?" Daniel whispered his name, breath brushing against Jack's face. That hadn't taken long.
"Carter!" Jack almost barked.
"I... I finished the sequence, sir... I don't understand." Sam sounded... desperate.
"Don't sweat it, Sam," Daniel said a wavering voice. "It will probably take a little before it's out of our system..."
Daniel's fingers closed around the hem of Jack's t-shirt and slowly drew it upwards, to finally pull it off.
Jack didn't fight him, he couldn't. All he could think of what staring into Daniel's eyes, transfixed by the display of naked want in them. Besides, it was still too hot to keep the t-shirt on anyway. Daniel had the right idea... only, as a small part of Jack's mind was screaming at him, the lousiest timing *ever*.
Watching with fascination, Jack cocked his head to the side as Daniel buried his face in the t-shirt he'd just pulled off Jack. Jack wondered on some level if it might be enough for the other man to... Obviously not.
Daniel discarded the t-shirt and slowly reached forward to tangle his fingers in the chain from Jack's dog tags. Painstakingly slowly he pulled at the chain until it bit into Jack's sensitive skin. No able to resist it, Jack let himself be pulled forward, ending up braced on hands and knees staring down with wonder at Daniel.
Somewhere Jack was aware of a hissing noise... like air being pumped into something, but his muddled brain wasn't working at the moment. The only thing he could concentrate on was slowly lowering himself down, as Daniel kept his hold on the tags.
Jack squeezed his eyes closed, wondering why he was becoming more and more dizzy by the second. Air... something being pumped inside... The last thing he saw before the world went black was the sight of Daniel's blue eyes closing as well.
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Wordcount of the day: 1,363 words
Wordcount in all: 17,539
previous parts
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Daniel didn't answer him. He simply kept eye contact with Jack, eyelids sliding down, adding to what Jack had already learned to identify as Daniel's 'bedroom eyes'. Jack should tell him it was the wrong time. Dammit, Daniel should *know* that already.
Still, Daniel held Jack's gaze, his white, even teeth bit into his lower lip, sweat plastering the short, dark hair to his head.
Jack watched with the utmost attention as another droplet of sweat made its way down Daniel's temple, detouring a little as it hung for a moment at his cheekbone before ending its existence at the corner of a lightly parted mouth. Jack swallowed hard as the tip of a pink tongue slipped out to catch it.
"Jack..." The name left Daniel as something between a whisper and a sigh.
Jack shook his head to clear it, then sent Daniel a pleading look. "Daniel," he whispered, "you know we can't... please don't make this any harder on the both of us..." Jack trailed off, groaning internally at his ill choice of words.
Daniel didn't answer, but Jack had no trouble reading the same emotions in the other man. Daniel knew, of course he did, but Jack felt the same urges as he did. They were both aware of that they weren't acting as they normally were. Sure, it was hard to keep their hands to themselves after the weekend they'd just spent together, but still...
Jack slid to the floor, trying to get his own breathing under control. Something was obviously messing with the, something was enhancing what they... Jack suddenly noticed that they'd both been inching towards each other for the past few minutes.
Jack shook his head again, quickly got to his feet and went to the wall farthest from Daniel. Closing his eyes as he slid down the wall, Jack decided that as long as he didn't keep eye contact with Daniel, they would both make it... he just hoped Daniel would come to the same conclusion.
Trying to remember what Teal'c had taught him about meditation, Jack tried to relax. After a few minutes his paranoid little mind began asking him if he knew where Daniel was. Chancing a quick look, Jack saw his friend curled up in the opposite corner. Well, good, the further they could get from each other, the better. At least at the moment.
Time ticked by, and Jack once again tried to find that little core inside that was supposed to hold some kind of peace... without any success. Every time he almost had it, a flicker of an image crossed his mind, and his carefully built little card house came crumbling down. Sense memory, the thought of what Daniel sounded like just before coming, the feel of skin against his, the feel of Daniel's tongue...
Jack's eyes flew open to stare into a pair of darkened eyes. Daniel's pupils were so dilated that they almost eclipsed the blue. Daniel licked his lips and Jack could still feel the tingling of the skin on his collar bone where Daniel had just licked him.
Jack felt himself leaning forward, drawing in a deep breath as he picked up on Daniel's scent. Soap, sweat, musk... things that brought even more images back to him. It didn't exactly help that Daniel's skin was glistering with sweat making Jack want to touch, lick...
Shaking his head to clear it, Jack turned his head just in time to avoid a kiss. "Daniel... please don't get us started..."
"We... won't stop," Daniel's voice was low.
::This reaction is indeed interesting::
::And to think enhancing a factor already in present::
Jack blinked a few times... something that was already...
"Sir!?" Carter's voice sliced through the silence of the cell.
"M-major?" Jack gave in and turned his head enough to rub his cheek against Daniel's before burying his face against Daniel's neck. It was so difficult to think with the sound of his blood pounding in his ears and the feel of Daniel's licking and nipping at the skin where his shoulder and neck met.
"Colonel... Daniel, what?" Sam sounded as if she didn't believe what she was witnessing.
"God, you're disgusting, *Colonel*," Thompson's voice broke through the silence.
Daniel's head whipped back up, a sneer on his face. "Oh cut the crap, Thomson," a quick dip of his head and Daniel bit through Jack's t-shirt, making pleasant pain shoot through Jack's shoulder. Slowly Daniel turned his head and obviously made eye contact with Thompson. "I know you're just jealous, Thomson, admit it..." The chuckle that followed that accusation made Jack shiver, wondering for how much longer he could control himself.
Jack was aware of the other voices on the other side of the barrier but he couldn't concentrate on anything but Daniel's close proximity.
"Well... the screen's lit up again... sir." Carter cleared her throat and broke the awkward silence. Thomson didn't do anything but scowl at them, obviously not looking for another sample of patented sharp tongued comments by Dr. Jackson .
"Maybe you sh-should try to... play with it again, Carter," Jack groaned as Daniel moved from his neck and up towards his ear. Praying that Daniel wasn't going to do what Jack feared he might, he bit his teeth together, trying to come up with an explanation.
"Phe..." Daniel's voice broke and his hot breath burst against Jack's neck, sending shivers down the older man's spine. "Pheromones or so-something similar, Sam... and we're talking... some *extremely* high levels..."
Jack found it amazing how Daniel could actually concentrate on stringing together entire sentences. And actually make sense... That was pretty much the last coherent thought he had for the following minute, as Daniel straddled his lap and latched onto the sensitive spot just below Jack's ear.
Somehow Jack managed to push Daniel away, both men lying on the white floor, staring at each other, panting for breath. "Carter," Jack began, his voice raw and pained. "It worked the last time..." And unless you want to audience a rather heated make-out session, I suggest you hurry up.
Jack slowly sat up, keeping his eyes closed. He wasn't sure he could handle looking at Daniel at the moment. It was bad enough that he seemed to constantly pick up the scent of the other man.
"Jack?" Daniel whispered his name, breath brushing against Jack's face. That hadn't taken long.
"Carter!" Jack almost barked.
"I... I finished the sequence, sir... I don't understand." Sam sounded... desperate.
"Don't sweat it, Sam," Daniel said a wavering voice. "It will probably take a little before it's out of our system..."
Daniel's fingers closed around the hem of Jack's t-shirt and slowly drew it upwards, to finally pull it off.
Jack didn't fight him, he couldn't. All he could think of what staring into Daniel's eyes, transfixed by the display of naked want in them. Besides, it was still too hot to keep the t-shirt on anyway. Daniel had the right idea... only, as a small part of Jack's mind was screaming at him, the lousiest timing *ever*.
Watching with fascination, Jack cocked his head to the side as Daniel buried his face in the t-shirt he'd just pulled off Jack. Jack wondered on some level if it might be enough for the other man to... Obviously not.
Daniel discarded the t-shirt and slowly reached forward to tangle his fingers in the chain from Jack's dog tags. Painstakingly slowly he pulled at the chain until it bit into Jack's sensitive skin. No able to resist it, Jack let himself be pulled forward, ending up braced on hands and knees staring down with wonder at Daniel.
Somewhere Jack was aware of a hissing noise... like air being pumped into something, but his muddled brain wasn't working at the moment. The only thing he could concentrate on was slowly lowering himself down, as Daniel kept his hold on the tags.
Jack squeezed his eyes closed, wondering why he was becoming more and more dizzy by the second. Air... something being pumped inside... The last thing he saw before the world went black was the sight of Daniel's blue eyes closing as well.
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BB
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Oh yeah, I'm having fun here ^_~
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Holy mother of Michael Shanks i have a lotta catchin' up to do!
::goes in search of part 5::
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You had a busy weekend last weekend *g*
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Right?!
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Like I said, I have a 1,000words/day quota to meet...
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I'm ill, smut cheers me up *g*
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Woman, I need to relax sometimes too *g*
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must you?! *lol*
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I'm glad you wrote them avoiding having sex in front of everyone and did it so well. :)
The tension was incredible.
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Thank you
I'm a complete slut when it comes to sexual tension -- I have more fun writing the tension and flirting than I have writing the actual sex -- then again, even the sex wouldn't normally work without the tension.
And I may be evil, but I'm not about to let the guys have sex in front of everyone *g*
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I don't care how good a person Hammond is, he'd rather not know because it might lead to stuff.
Hence the: Don't ask, don't tell.
Of course, we'd like to see a different reality but it's not the way it is in the American military right now, is it? *grins*
You're doing a great job, honey. Keep it up! :)
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That was just so, so hot. Wonderful tension. Wow!
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I'm a sucker for the tension, can't help it -- not sure I WANNA help it *g*