“I’ve finished
strapping Captain Noble’s ankle, Doctor.”
“Thank you.
I’d like you and Laura to complete the equipment inventory,” Janet
smiled at the nurse hovering in the doorway. Sue’s face fell a
little but she trotted off with alacrity. Janet hid a grin.
Daniel’s presence on the Infirmary’s Post-Op Care list was allowing her
to ruthlessly exploit the cut-throat competition to soothe his
post-operatively fevered brow. Sometimes the duty roster was all
the edge she needed.
Janet returned her
attention to the pc. She didn’t feel so much as a pang of
guilt. There wasn’t one single other practical thing she could be
doing for her patients or to her staff, and this was technically her
lunch break, even if it was almost sixteen hundred hours.
It felt wickedly
indulgent to be checking out the latest addition to the story archives
at work, but given the government was too cheap to implement monitoring
software and Cassie was never too tired to sneak up and check out what
Janet was checking out on the pc at home, pursuing one of her favourite
pastimes and spending time with her favourite guys was WAY easier on
the nerves here on base. Well, her only guys. She was
completely faithful to Jim and Blair, unlike Sam, the SGC's resident
slashslut.
Janet clicked on
'What's new' and found only half a dozen new stories. She hadn't
had time to check the archives out for over a week, what with Daniel
putting up his usual fight against rest and recuperation. The
appendectomy was healing well, but not well enough for the way Daniel
was pushing himself. Not that she really blamed him, despite what
she'd just hollered at him. She was just as worried about the
missing members of SG-1 as Daniel was.
Janet scanned the
story summaries and sighed. Four deathfics and a
non-consensual. No thanks. Like she wasn't depressed
enough? There was a glut of deathfics every single time Sentinel
Too aired in syndication hell, and everyone else got too depressed to
post, hence only six new stories. So she was stuck with a choice
of one, posted this morning. Hurt/comfort was good, angst was
good, drama was good. Also humour, romance and action/adventure,
though one rarely found them all in the same story. Janet
grinned, scenting fresh meat. A new kid on the block, and one who
was either nervous or full of it. Flyboy, huh?
Taking a bite of her
'gimme all you got' sandwich, perennial staple of those who hit the
lunch counter in the commissary two hours after lunch was over, Janet
clicked on the ludicrously entitled 'Primal Impulse'. She was
game for a laugh.
"You what?" Jack
snapped.
"I posted the story
for you," Daniel explained patiently for the fourth time.
"Yesterday."
"I was only gone for
nine days! You couldn't wait until I got BACK before you
succumbed to the irresistible urge to OUT me?" Jack stalked out
of Daniel's kitchen and wished for the thousandth time Daniel had the
kind of furniture you could fling yourself into. Edging your butt
cautiously down onto something older than you were tended to blunt that
necessary cutting edge during an argument.
"I did exactly what
you asked me to do, Jack, which was to post the story for you when you
least expected it so I could check out the feedback and lie if it was
bad news," Daniel informed his fuming lover serenely.
"Oh." Jack
shifted uncomfortably in the seat, which he hoped Daniel chalked up to
how uncomfortable the seat was, not Jack. Er…just how did he go
about asking about the news, good OR bad, without coming off as a
spineless wuss?
"You have some
LOCs," Daniel said cheerfully. "You should check them out.
And just remember, I only posted the story yesterday, so don't expect
too much in the way of feedback yet."
"What's an LOC?"
"Letter of comment,
apparently."
Jack was sidling
over to the laptop. "Good comments or bad comments?" he asked
before he could stop himself. Hardly any comments from the sound
of things, he thought gloomily. Two responses? Jeez, he'd
only spent most of his spare time for the last MONTH on this
story. Would it kill the demographic to take two minutes from
their busy schedule to tell him it 'rooled' or it 'sucked'? Maybe
five minutes to tell him WHY it rooled? Jack powered up the
laptop. He couldn’t believe a stupid thing like this was making
him nervous.
"Constructive,"
Daniel said judiciously. "I only checked the first two responses,
Jack. After that I was hauled off to the Infirmary as usual to be
poked, prodded, interrogated and harangued by Janet, then I went to
help with setting up the gate, and I was exhausted so Janet…um…"
Janet had put him to bed. Quite forcefully. He'd expected
she'd still be complaining about his complete lack of judgement when
he'd arrived in the Infirmary this morning for the daily post-op
torture session, but if anything, Janet had been a little…well, giddy,
until she'd started to examine him. "At which point you came back
and stank out the place…cleared out my sinuses wonderfully, by the way,
thanks for that." Daniel grinned. "Followed by the
debriefing…then Thor…and the Replicators…the submarine." Daniel
sobered abruptly, but made the push and returned the quick, warm smile
Jack flashed at him. "AND this whole thing since we got home of
you checking out my appendectomy scar." Daniel rallied, grinning
whimsically. "I refuse to apologise for not checking with Janet
if it was okay to have my sex with my boyfriend yet. Maybe you
should just call her and ask."
He wished he had
checked with Janet. It was raining out, the kind of soft rain
he'd been thinking about for a while. Jack had never mentioned
the hint he'd thrown out in the beta comments, but Daniel had been
hoping…the appendicitis had sidelined them, and maybe it was too soon
after he'd blown the submarine, thinking he'd killed Jack, and Teal'c,
killed the best thing that had ever happened to him…Daniel
sighed. Maybe they were better off sticking with the fan fiction
just now. They were both still a little…raw. He headed off
to the bathroom to wash up and give Jack a little privacy with his
demographic.
Jack sighed.
Constructive sounded like 'it sucked and this is why' to him. He
was dividing his attention between the laptop and Daniel, who was being
agonisingly cheerful in a vain attempt to disguise the fact he was
swamped with guilt for what Jack suspected Daniel was thinking of as
attempted murder. Sooner, or knowing Daniel, later, they were
going to have to talk about it. In the meantime, maybe a little
reality bite was what they both needed to remind them they were both
very much still here. There probably wasn't anything that bit
more than constructive feedback.
When he finally got
Yahoo open, Jack was slightly taken aback to see he had fifty-seven
messages in his flyboy inbox. They couldn’t all hate it, could
they? Law of averages and all…Jack felt a little more optimistic
until he saw the two greyed out entries at the top of his waiting
emails. Shooting the shit out of a horde of technobugs was one
thing, but deliberately reading something you knew was constructive was
apparently quite another, even for a Special Ops colonel. He
spinelessly clicked on the first message Daniel hadn't read.
***
Date:
Thursday, 28 Sep 2000 11:11:11 (MDT)
From:
gunsnroses@femail.com
Subject:
Primal Impulse
To:
flyboy_fanfic@yahoo.com
Your
story sucked.
G.
***
Maybe constructive
wasn't soo bad…Jack glanced at the first constructive email.
"Jesus, Danny, what
time were you up?" Jack called, exasperated. "You've been
backsliding again."
Daniel stuck his
head out the bathroom. "Nothing to keep me in bed," he leered
hopefully.
Jack leered right
back. "I'll see what I can do by way of an alarm call," he
drawled lasciviously.
"It's a date,"
Daniel agreed.
Jack turned back to
his feedback.
***
Date:
Thursday, 28 Sep 2000 05:11:11 (MDT)
From:
anthropuppy@fsmail.net
Subject:
Primal Impulse
To:
flyboy_fanfic@yahoo.com
This
made for a very entertaining read despite your over-reliance on OMCs,
of whom I found Mac to be particularly intrusive. I sensed that
you had read more fanfic than you had seen episodes, since you left no
cliché unturned and incorporated every fanon myth there is about
both characters. FYI, Blair is NOT prone to crying at the drop of
a hat. When you have more familiarity with the characters, I'm
sure you'll be able to avoid falling into the trap of using OMCs to
drive the narrative forward. It's allowable in this instance,
given your apparent inexperience, but I saw enough potential here to be
disappointed if your next story is similarly indulgent. You had
flashes of treating Blair like a grown up, and I saw clear instances
where you made the effort to avoid the more obvious 'wuss and warrior'
clichéd comparisons. More of that please.
Apart
from the over-reliance on your OMCs, the plot was interesting.
Your action scenes were VERY convincing, in fact I could SEE the action
playing out like a movie in my mind. Excellent!
Hmm.
Is your S.O. still talking to you? It's never a good idea to wax
lyrical about the attributes of the guy you're sleeping with in a
fanfic, especially with the embarrassment of riches you seem to be
enjoying to the full! Not if you want to keep ON enjoying them…
This
was a good first effort, and I'll certainly be on the lookout for more
stories from you. Well done.
Lucy.
***
That wasn't TOO
bad. Annoyingly like all the stuff Daniel had carped about, but
still…Jack took fresh heart and dipped into the list further down,
wondering what the hell an anthropuppy was.
***
Date:
Thursday, 28 Sep 2000 11:36:03 (EDT)
From:
jimnblair4ever@bite_me.com
Subject:
Primal Impulse
To:
flyboy_fanfic@yahoo.com
Hey:
I
don't usually read stories that have OMCs in 'em ya know, but I'm
soooooo in luv with Jonathan. <sigh> He's just the coolest, way 2
good for Mac. In fact, he should just *leave* that loser.
Wow, u know what would be *really* cool? <giggle> Threesome!
<eg!> Jim, Blair and Jonathan! Yeah, that would rock.
<LoL> Maybe u could kill Mac off and move Jonathan into the loft
with the guys and they could like, help him get over his grief?
<vbeg> That would be excellent!!!! <snicker>
Are
u planning on a seaquel? Tell me there's going to be a
seaquel! Bring Jonathan back, nyway. <LOL> This is yr fisrt
story? Y're going to be riting more, rite? <g> Have u
ritten for any other fandms?
Oh
yeh b4 I 4get, can I have yr story? I've got this litle site for
my own fic - I've ritten a couple stories, ok I guess <shrugs>
some ppl like 'em, but I'd like to have a few more. <g> It'd be
*cool* if y'd let me put yrs up. <LOL> If u wanna look at
my stie and let me know....
http://www.dreamboats.com/droolfic_heaven
Hoping
to hear from u.....
Mitzi
***
Loser?
LOSER! Jack snarled. MITZI should get out more! This
was what he got for being disciplined in writing the kind of flawed,
multi-faceted character who COMPLETELY subverted the Mary Sue
tendencies of most OMCs, NEVER intruding and ALWAYS driving the action
forward whilst ADDING richness and depth to the reader's understanding
of the unfolding relationship dynamic between Jim and Blair. And
how seriously could he take the opinions of someone who had a website
called 'Droolfic heaven', anyway?
Pathological
jealousy, huh? EXACTLY as pathological as Daniel's
naïveté. Jack glared at the screen. Shit, even
the demographic wanted Daniel.
Trash time!
***
Date:
Thursday, 28 Sep 2000 14:42:33 (MDT)
From:
blairbabe@lake.ollusa.edu
Subject:
Primal Impulse
To:
flyboy_fanfic@yahoo.com
You
have NO idea about the dynamics of male/male relationships and NO
understanding of the special relationship between these two guys!
NO WAY would Blair bite Jim's ass let alone…THAT. I'm horrified.
AND
it couldn't be MORE obvious that you've never even MET a real soldier
if you think they'd just roll over and stick their ass in the air for
the first guy who TOLD them to!
Get
a clue! Or…I know! Try watching the SHOW…Jim takes care of
Blair, that's how it's supposed to be.
And
one more thing. Blair SO would not stab ANYONE with a table
fork! He's a PACIFIST. Look it up in your dictionary.
BB.
ps:
I don't know how you dared to try to pass this off as humour.
NONE of it was funny.
***
"Daniel? Could
you come here for a second?" Jack sang out. He smiled as Daniel
emerged, looking a lot more relaxed in his jeans and endearingly damp
around the edges. He waited until Daniel was in reach, hooked him
around the waist and drew him down into a long, dreamy kiss. It
felt like forever since he'd last kissed Daniel, so he made a
production job of it, upping the suction until Daniel was gasping and
clinging to him desperately. Then he pulled Daniel all the way
down onto his lap, carefully to avoid the wound, got a good strong grip
on him, essential if he was going to KEEP Daniel on his lap, and dove
in again.
Daniel's heart was
thumping in his chest when Jack finally admitted defeat and slumped,
panting. He made a half-hearted attempt to escape, but subsided
when Jack's arms tightened around him, settling for grumbling a
protest, unconvincingly.
"Apparently I have
no understanding of the dynamics of male/male relationships, the
military psyche or gay sex," Jack announced pithily when he'd caught
his breath from that spectacular ‘hi there and hello’ lip lock.
He indulged in a little nibbling of Daniel's jawline, grinning when
Daniel lazily arched his neck to give him better access. Either
that, or he was craning to read the screen.
"The 'edu' address
suggests a college student." Daniel read the email again.
He shot Jack an evil smile. "I guess your clueless hetero female
alter ego has TOTALLY fooled the demographic. And, to be fair, I
wouldn’t say NONE of it was funny. The title ALONE
is…mmmph…mmm." God, could Jack KISS.
"Prick," Jack
murmured against Daniel's mouth, beginning those long lazy strokes of
Daniel's spine they liked so much. Then a irresistible thought
occurred. Could you feed back on the feedback? He reached
around Daniel and hit the reply button.
***
Date:
Friday, 29 Sep 2000 23:13:13 (MDT)
From:
flyboy_fanfic@yahoo.com
Subject:
Primal Impulse
To:
blairbabe@lake.ollusa.edu
Hello
BB
Thanks
so much for the flame, which regrettably failed to set my world alight
for one very specific reason: I’ve been shot down in flames literally
in RL. LOL. Not. And honey, I gotta tell you,
your assumption is SO not true. I myself am a male Special
Forces Officer in the Air Force, kicked ass all over the planet, highly
decorated, met the President and all, and I roll over and stick my ass
in the air every night of the week and twice on Sunday’s just because
my boyfriend tells me to. This is partially because he looks
exactly like Jonathan, but mostly because even though he’s a genius
with two doctorates and appalling fluency in twenty-three languages, he
fucks like a freight train.
flyboy
ps:
I hope you aren’t up this late on a school night.
***
Jack beamed at
Daniel, finger poised on the send key. “I ASK you, is this worth
a court-martial or is this worth a court-martial?”
“It’s worth a
court-martial,” Daniel agreed. He stared at Jack. Jack
stared at him. “But I have to tell you, your flamer is likely to
spontaneously combust long before she can give evidence against you.”
“Huh?”
“That crack about
twice on Sundays? INCREDIBLY tactless. You do realise
blairbabe is at Our Lady of the Lake University, don’t you? The
Sisters of the Congregation of Divine Providence would NOT be pleased
one of their precious charges was a closet slashslut.”
“Sisters of the
Congregation of…you’re joking, right?” Jack asked incredulously.
“Nope,” Daniel
grinned. Jack grinned back.
“It IS Divine
Providence,” Jack gloated. “Cool! A Kamikaze flame
war.” He chuckled. “I could cc the reply to the Sisters and
Hammond, along with the story, take us both out in a blaze of glory.”
“Th-that’d d-do it,”
Daniel gave up the unequal struggle and burst out laughing,
“C-c-corrupting T-TEXAN n-nuns and t-t-teenagers!”
Jack pictured
Hammond’s reaction to that scenario and cracked up.
“Ow, ow,” Daniel
whimpered clutching his aching sides. Laughing his ass off was in
the top ten of things Janet said he shouldn’t do, no matter what, until
his wound healed.
“Can I kiss it
better?” Jack pounced, still chuckling. He gently kissed the
still-red, strangely sexy scar. “Mmm.”
“Pervert,” Daniel
grumbled, fending him off. "May I?" he asked politely, reaching
around him, finger poised on the trackball.
"Please," Jack
graciously invited.
***
Date:
Thursday, 28 Sep 2000 16:55:09 (MDT)
From:
leather_boy@hotmail.com
Subject:
Primal Impulse
To:
flyboy_fanfic@yahoo.com
You
Rool! Chica, am I the guy you're looking for! I got a hog
myself, and anyone who loves their guns like you do? WOO!
Mi casa, babe, mi casa.
Man,
I'm WIRED. We're made for each other. You AIM? My
handle is the same as my email addy. I don't get paroled for
another coupla weeks but I get an hour on the net every day, rehab,
y'know? Wanna get together? 14:00 hours, EDT.
In
case you're wondering, I didn't hurt nobody and people got insurance…
You're
gonna call me right? Call me! Hey, I know what you're
thinking. That wasn't a threat. LOL.
Slim
(I'm
not, but I got personality)
ps:
You mind if we make it su casa, if we get together in
RL? Temporarily embarrassed in the dwelling
department and the parole board gets sticky if you don't have no
forwarding address.
***
"Stop laughing!"
Jack snapped as Daniel's speechless incredulity dissolved into helpless
laughter.
"Y-you've g-got
y-y-yourself a live one, there," Daniel choked, scrolling down the list
in search of more ammunition. He was attracted to one beguiling email
address.
***
Date:
Thursday, 28 Sep 2000 16:55:09 (MDT)
From:
hypergrrl@archaeaology_roolz.net
Subject:
Primal Impulse
To:
flyboy_fanfic@yahoo.com
Dear
Flyboy,
OMG
"Primal Impulse" is like the best fanfic EVER!!!!! You so totally
rock. The sex scenes were the best especially the last
one
with Blair doing Jim OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
get so tired of those stories with Blair always on the bottom you know
what I mean? I mean, you know, sometimes you gotta
switch
stuff around or it gets boring, y'know? OMG!!!
Will
you beta a story I'm working on? My boyfriend and I tried all the
positions out to see if they would work LOL! but my
spelling
and grammar kinda sux. Wanna write one together? OMG that
would so totally rock!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyway
I think your story is the hottest thing I've ever read. Whew!
Fanning
self,
Hypergrrl
***
“You certainly know
how to show the demographic a good time,” Daniel gushed.
"I can't read any
more," Jack whined, burying his face in Daniel’s shoulder as Daniel
dipped in and out of the emails lower down the list, skimming, laughing
and shuddering theatrically. He was SO not going to ask.
"Um…I think you need
to read this one," Daniel tapped the screen. "It's from Sam."
"WHAT?"
***
Date:
Thursday, 28 Sep 2000 21:33:09 (MDT)
From:
physicschick@slashsluts.net
Subject:
Primal Impulse
To:
flyboy_fanfic@yahoo.com
Sir,
I
apologise sincerely for my strange behaviour in the lab this
morning. I'd only just read your story when you came in to see
me. I'm sorry for indulging in a personal pastime on SGC time,
but Janet specifically wanted a second opinion. Of course we both
recognised Daniel from your lovingly detailed descriptions. It
was such a shock, and I'm afraid I may have been a little…giddy…when
you came in to see me. I know I…giggled...a little. I hope
you will be gracious enough to overlook my unprofessional manner in
light of the unusual circumstances.
If
you don't feel it would be overstepping our bounds, Janet and I would
be delighted to give you feedback. We LOVED the
story. And rest assured, Sir, the secret of flyboy's true
identity remains with us.
Samantha
Carter.
p.s:
I can burn you the whole series on DVD if you're interested, to aid you
in your future literary efforts? And I could do you a little
database of characters, places, villains, plots…searchable of course,
with a nice user friendly front end. And you’ll need the services
of a webmaster. You really need your own site. With CGI, I
can do you a nice Guestbook and an automated LOC. I can ensure
confidentiality and the security of the site, of course. Just let
me know!
p.p.s:
Forgive the presumption, Sir, but I’ve AIMed the archivist and asked
her to credit your beta reader as ‘C.C.A.’ Taken in conjunction
with the lyrical descriptions of Daniel, Janet and I felt that
‘Chocolate Covered Archaeologist’ was evidence waiting to be used
against you.
p.p.p.s:
have you heard of the Guppies? They have a category for best
newcomer. If your second story is as good as the first, you’ll be
a shoo-in. I’ll be happy to nominate and Janet is not averse to
seconding. I’ll rally the rest of the Sluts come voting time!
***
"Oh My God!" Jack
bleated. "I thought she was…" he trailed off, words failing him.
"What?" Daniel
asked, curious. He was struggling not to laugh at the abject
horror on Jack's face, and he was fascinated by the erupting blush,
given Jack and shames were complete strangers. "What 'was' Sam?"
he prompted.
Jack scowled at him.
"What!" Daniel
insisted.
"Flirting. I
thought she was…I mean…she was so GIRLIE," Jack explained
sullenly. “Giggly.” He eyed Daniel speculatively.
“Jealous?” he asked hopefully.
“Of SAM? No,”
Daniel hooted, heartlessly. “And look on the bright side,
Jack. You just got an email from Sam courtesy of
slashsluts.net. I doubt you have anything to worry about.”
Speaking of slashsluts.net…Daniel drew Jack’s attention to an email a
little further up the list.
***
Date:
Thursday, 28 Sep 2000 20:40:20 (MDT)
From:
jim_junkie@slashsluts.net
Subject:
Primal Impulse
To:
flyboy_fanfic@yahoo.com
Sir,
With
all due respect, I feel I must comment on your irresponsible attitude
to the treatment and rehabilitation necessitated by post-traumatic
shock and the kind of blunt-trauma injuries suffered by Jonathan, Blair
and Jim. I take issue with your assumption that any of these men
would be inclined, let alone physically capable or emotionally stable
enough to actively participate in the varied and vigorous aerobic
‘exercises’ you detailed, not after suffering an assortment of injuries
ranging from contusions to concussions. Jonathan alone would have
required an Infirmary stay of several days. Beer, takeout sushi
and sex are simply not an appropriate substitute for bed rest and
baseline obs.
I
would be happy to offer my services as medical beta for future stories
in order to assist you in avoiding glaring and laughable errors such as
the position adopted by Mac and Jonathan in part 16, which would, I
regret to say, result in a punctured lung courtesy of the ‘cracked’ –
read fractured – rib you referenced in part 11.
Apart
from the medical inaccuracies, I thoroughly enjoyed your story and
would be happy to give you detailed feedback.
Best
regards
Janet
Fraiser
ps:
I’ve sent a private message to the Chocolate Covered
Archaeologist. Yahoo was the only email service that didn’t
respond with a Mail Delivery failure, so please ask C.C.A. to read his
message immediately. And *privately*.
***
“What happened to
‘don’t ask don’t tell’?” Jack asked feebly as Daniel clicked on ‘sign
out’ and logged back in to Yahoo mail as
chocolate_covered_archaeologist.
“You should take it
as a compliment, Jack. You have a lot of talent as a fan fic
writer, and you have unique insights into the characters, despite what
blairbabe alleges. I enjoyed the story thoroughly, and so did Sam
and Janet. If they don’t have a problem with you writing then you
shouldn’t let it be a problem,” Daniel muttered distractedly.
“Stop whining, take it like a man and let them help you.”
***
Date:
Thursday, 28 Sep 2000 20:55:59 (MDT)
From:
jim_junkie@slashsluts.net
Subject:
Medical instructions
To:
chocolate_covered_archaeologist@yahoo.com
Dear
Daniel
In
light of what I now know your relationship with flyboy to be, as your
doctor I have to instruct you that on NO account are you to engage in
sexual relations. Your wound is NOT sufficiently healed.
I’ll
advise you in person when you’re physically able to resume relations.
Yours,
Janet
Fraiser
ps:
you must have nerves of steel to beta read FLYBOY! LOL!!!
***
“No sex?” Jack
groaned, clutching Daniel to him.
“Sweet,” Daniel
snarled.
Jack dropped his
keys next to the phone and stared thoughtfully at the open balcony
door. It had been an interminable week. Carter and Fraiser
were being…nice to him. Circumspect. Respectful.
Silence fell if he loomed up next to them in the Commissary. It
was unnerving, which he was pretty sure was exactly what they had in
mind. Sooner or later, he WAS going to have to cave and ask for
that feedback they’d threatened him with. And the database.
And the website. Maybe it wouldn’t be all THAT bad. He’d
had some very positive feedback for his story, another request for a
date from Slim, a marriage proposal and a lot of ‘constructive’ stuff
he was still wading through and answering. There was nothing
Carter and Fraiser could say to him that he hadn’t heard already,
slashluts or not. He couldn’t blame them for his current
performance anxiety. Could he? Just because they were going
out of their way to make him morbidly self-conscious in a thinly
disguised attempt to force his hand and make him let them play too…He
was only grateful neither his sexuality nor his relationship with
Daniel seemed to be an issue with either of them.
All in all, he was
having a bad week. On day one, the de-briefing over the
technobugs business had yielded unwelcome intelligence. Major
Davis had asked Daniel out on a date not ten minutes after the team
dispersed and unfortunately, within earshot of Jack. Daniel’s polite,
emphatic refusal had seemed far less important to Jack in the immediate
aftermath than evolving various schemes to hunt Davis down and kill
him. Janet had refused to clear Daniel for ‘relations’ until she
cleared him for active duty. Given Daniel’s mood, this had not
been an issue. At least not for Daniel.
Daniel was cleared
for active duty three days later, and had remained pointedly on base
until the morning of the fourth day, when Jack had caved and turned up
at work two hours early, after which, SG-1 had departed for, God help
him, Euronda. On the afternoon of the fourth day, Jack had
apologised for his behaviour on Euronda. Daniel had accepted his
apology. On the evening of the fourth day, Jack had apologised
for his behaviour on Euronda again in private, and sworn six ways from
Sunday his mood had nothing to do with any homicidal impulses directed
towards Major Davis, no matter HOW bad it looked, what with the lousy
timing and all. Daniel had accepted THAT apology too, and taken
him at his word. Jack was freely and fully forgiven.
That had been three
days ago, and unfortunately, Daniel’s physical fitness for relations
still wasn’t an issue. His palpable lack of enthusiasm for the
prospect was. The open balcony door here suggested a slight
softening in mood. It was raining. A very specific kind of
rain, soft and muffling the noise and bustle of the city. Jack
recalled every detail of Daniel’s fantasy vividly. It was raining
and Daniel was on the balcony, so it was time for Jack to slip
stealthily into the bedroom to retrieve the lube and see if he couldn’t
soften Daniel to the point his brains puddled out of his ears.
Jack shucked his jacket, boots, socks and shirt before padding silently
out to the open balcony door wearing only his jeans.
Daniel was leaning
against the brass railing, staring dreamily out at nothing. His
nape was most definitely ‘rain-dewed’, along with every other part of
him, clearly outlined by the clinging sweats. Jack felt his blood
slam down so hard and fast he felt light-headed for a moment.
Then he eased forward and rested his hands on Daniel’s shoulders as he
leaned in to kiss the nape of Daniel’s neck. He felt Daniel
shiver as he suckled on the raindrops.
“I love you,” Jack
murmured hopefully into Daniel’s hair.
“I love you too,”
Daniel sighed, leaning into a comforting embrace. He was deeply
touched Jack was willing to indulge even this part of his
fantasy. Maybe that was why the rain seemed such an integral
part. A public display of shared affection with no eyes to see
them.
“Come inside,” Jack
invited softly, reaching out to take Daniel’s hand and lead him back
into the loft. He remembered from the fantasy the door remained
open throughout, so they could hear the sound of the rain along with
the sounds of their lovemaking. Daniel turned to face him, and he
leaned in to take the offered kiss as Daniel cupped his face.
Jack slid his arms around Daniel’s waist and relaxed into a sweet,
dizzying exploration of his mouth. Daniel always kissed him as if
he was this amazing creature, as if Daniel couldn’t believe his
luck. Every time Jack wondered just why it was Daniel was with
him, he just had to remember the way Daniel kissed. Everything
Daniel felt for Jack, he expressed with his body, gave Jack pleasure so
freely. Jack admitted he wanted this, wanted it
desperately. He’d waited so long to lavish on Daniel some of the
pleasure Daniel had given to him. It all depended on what Daniel
really wanted. Jack would follow this fantasy through and see
where Daniel was willing to let take it.
Jack exerted a
little pressure with his tongue, eased Daniel back and slipped into
Daniel’s mouth in turn. He let his tongue glide slowly over
Daniel’s, smiling when he felt the eager, answering pressure rasping
against him, the urgent hands clutching hard at his shoulders now, the
quick, panting breaths as Daniel rocked his hips compulsively against
Jack’s. It blew Jack away every single time he got Daniel
excited, every time he felt that hardness straining into him, not just
inviting, insisting.
Daniel slid his
hands down Jack’s heaving sides as the kiss deepened, roughened,
tongues thrusting passionately now, as he wrenched mindlessly at Jack’s
buttons and zipper, gloating as his fingers stroked the length of
Jack’s twitching erection. God, he coveted this, the incredible
heat and hardness of the man, the extremity of Jack’s desire for
him. Jack’s love for him. Daniel shoved the jeans down,
chuckling as he felt Jack’s hands shoving at his own sweats, then came
identical groans of satisfaction into one another’s mouths as slippery,
eager erections were finally freed and fondled. Daniel supposed
he should be anxious about this, his first time, but the pleasure Jack
took in Daniel’s lovemaking was so intense, so fearless, all he was
feeling was spine-melting excitement. The familiar, rough,
perfect caressing of Jack’s hand over his straining erection was
driving him relentlessly towards orgasm, pleasure pulsing up from
unbearably sensitised flesh, spiking clean through him. “Jack,”
he gasped in protest as his knees buckled, leaning heavily into Jack’s
shoulder for support, for balance as white pleasure flashed behind his
eyes. Daniel moaned deeply, thrusting involuntarily into Jack’s
waiting hand.
“Ssh,” Jack murmured
into Daniel’s now sweat-dewed throat, “Trust me, Danny, let go.
The loving will be better if you let go, relax. Trust me, okay?”
Daniel swallowed
hard and murmured wordless agreement into Jack’s shoulder as he gave
himself over to the pleasure Jack was building so expertly. Jack
knew how to touch Daniel, touched him as no other had before him.
Daniel rocked easily, rhythmically as Jack stroked him, his grip strong
and certain, quickening almost imperceptibly as Daniel strained against
him, moaning continually as his body was wracked with ecstasy…always
the same; Jack always shattered him into a million pieces and built him
up again. Daniel reached up, dragged Jack into a searing kiss,
driving his tongue deep into Jack’s mouth as he drove himself
relentlessly into Jack’s pumping hand, feeling that familiar
tightening, the clenching of muscles as his back arched and he came,
sobbing with the shock of completion as he exploded and fell, for Jack.
Jack held onto
Daniel as he strove to catch his breath and steady himself. God,
he loved this, loved the flushed face, streaked with sweat, rosy with
satiation, the gentle mouth welcoming and soft against his questing
one. Loved the dazed pleasure he put into those wide eyes fixed
earnestly on his.
“Make love to me,
Jack, please,” Daniel asked softly.
Jack cupped his jaw,
stared intently into his eyes. “Are you sure, Danny?” There
was nothing shy about the answering look. Daniel was sure.
They each undressed the other, shoving and tugging at recalcitrant
pants until they were naked. Jack kissed Daniel, kept right on
kissing him as he backed him towards the desk and the open books heaped
all over its surface. Daniel wanted to smell the written word,
that’s what he’d confided. He wanted to smell books, hear the
rain, and feel and know only Jack, loving him.
Jack released
Daniel’s mouth only long enough to ease Daniel around to face his desk,
settle himself over it as Jack moved behind him and reached for the
lube. Daniel was as relaxed as he could be physically, as eager
for this intimacy as Jack had dared to let himself fantasise. He
crooned reassurance into Daniel’s nape as he stroked one lubed finger
between the cheeks of Daniel’s butt, not the first time he’d touched
Daniel this way, of course, but they’d never gone further than some
gentle stroking inside. Daniel was amazingly responsive,
uninhibited when he was touched inside, once Jack had coaxed him past
that initial resistance, but Jack had never pushed for more than Daniel
had wanted to give. He was assured from Daniel’s eagerness that
Daniel wouldn’t tense when he slipped a careful finger inside, and as
for the rest, he’d see if Daniel stopped him as he always had
before. No was always an option, for both of them. Jack
understood Daniel’s reticence, though he had charged in where angels
feared to tread. This act alone was more intimate than kissing,
this surrendering up of your body to another man. Jack knew of no
other man than Daniel he trusted enough to do that, and his trust had
not been misplaced. Daniel was incredibly unselfish as a lover,
losing himself in giving far more pleasure than he seemed willing to
take. Now, he was ready to redress the balance in a first for
both of them.
Daniel relaxed and
pushed down as Jack’s probing finger centred itself and eased slowly,
gently inside him. He sighed and consciously allowed himself to
slump bonelessly over his desk, waiting for that tender, hypnotically
sensuous brush deep inside him, the one that made him whimper
helplessly as sensations sheeted through his body, more of a slam than
a wave of pleasure. It left him gasping and quivering over his
desk as tremors of pleasure ghosted through his abdomen.
“Is it…this…for
you?” he asked weakly.
“Oh, Lord, yes,”
Jack gloated, pressing a quick kiss into his hair.
Daniel leaned into
the cradling arm around his waist as a second finger joined the first
and Jack drove him with infinite care over the edge again. A
third finger almost drove him out of his mind as Jack thrust slowly in
and out, brushing over that sweet, sullen spot deep inside over and
over again. Daniel was shaking, iron hard again, close to
screaming before Jack heeded his pleas and took pity.
Jack nudged Daniel’s
thighs just a little further apart, and guided his straining shaft into
position. From his own experience, he knew the key to this was
breaching Daniel gently, making tiny thrusts forward until the head was
inside. Once he was in, he’d be able to slide all the way in
painlessly. He murmured an endless litany of wordless reassurance
as he nudged his way with infinite care and caution into Daniel’s
body. Jack emptied his mind of everything but this, pumping his
hips smoothly and slowly, easing in, not relaxing one iota until
Daniel’s harsh panting segued into a long-drawn out ‘o-oh’ of surprise
and appreciation.
“Love you,” Jack
whispered as he tilted Daniel’s dazed face towards his and kissed him
deeply, slowly, as he thrust deeper into this stunning heat and
tightness. He could feel Daniel’s muscles trembling as they
stretched to accommodate him, groaned helplessly as Daniel consciously
relaxed and unclenched, seeming to recognise this was something Jack
did for him when they’d loved, and clenched again. “Jesus,” Jack
moaned, “I’ll come on the spot if you do that again.” He mouthed
Daniel’s nape, nuzzling into his hair. “Okay?” he asked softly.
Daniel weighed his
answer carefully. It hurt like hell when Jack breached him, the
pain of it pounding through his clenching gut. He’d held on,
ridden out that searing onslaught until Jack was rocking sweetly home,
deep inside. He quivered with every twitch of Jack’s straining
shaft, shook as sensation jabbed through his body and the stinging
subsided to bearable proportions. Jack felt pleasure, so Daniel
was convinced it was only a matter of when, not if, he felt it
too. His body was trusting, he was trusting. He was gifting
himself to Jack and that alone made this more than okay. He
nodded tightly.
“Ready?” Jack
waited for a murmur of agreement and thrust tenderly. His muscles
were taut with the effort of controlling his movements, to love Daniel
long, deep and slow. Daniel was braced against the desk, still
white knuckled as Jack rested his hands over Daniel’s. Each
gentle rock of his hips rocked Daniel into the edge of the desk, so
Daniel cautiously braced himself against Jack at Jack’s urging.
Christ, but it felt good. Penetration was primal, and Jack
struggled against savage satisfaction at finally having what he’d
coveted for so long, at taking what no other man had ever or would ever
know. He wanted only sharing of pleasure in this act of love, but
part of him insisted it was also a claim. Maybe it was just that
he was coming full circle, finally sharing and understanding the almost
painful intensity of the pleasure Daniel felt when he loved Jack like
this.
Daniel relaxed into
the slow, steady thrusts, feeling himself rocked back and forth,
carried away literally by Jack’s passion. His fingers were
clasped in Jack’s, and then Jack was reaching their arms across
Daniel’s chest, hugging him in tight against Jack’s chest in turn as
Jack’s lips sought his for another passionate kiss. Daniel lost
himself in pure sensation as Jack loved him, the iron hard heat moving
deep and slow inside him, filling him in a way he’d never
imagined. It was immensely satisfying to give of himself of this
way, and slowly he became aware of a need for more. He was
painfully hard, but didn’t want to break the embrace, didn’t want Jack
to unwrap himself to attend to it. He wanted the slide of Jack’s
abdomen and chest against his back, the slickness of sweat making the
flexing muscles slippery as their skin slid over and over. He
wanted the powerful thighs braced and working between his, Jack’s hips
rocking gently, then thrusting, then rocking again, each tiny movement
shooting different sensations through him.
“Oh, God, oh, Danny,
Jesus,” Jack whimpered. His breath was labouring in his chest as
he strained to hold himself to this smooth steady pace, a pace Daniel
was just relaxing into, tentatively beginning to push back against
Jack, soft, surprised moans of satisfaction sighing out as gentle as
the murmuring of the rain through the open balcony door. Jack
exerted every scrap of self-control not to drive into Daniel, not to
take the pleasure Daniel was slowly yielding to him. He wanted
only to share, so he held onto himself and let Daniel set the
pace. He quickened his thrusting with heartfelt relief when
Daniel began to rock easily against him, moaning almost
continuously. He dared to angle his hips, lifting Daniel with
him, gloated over a sob of ecstasy from Daniel as he massaged Daniel’s
prostate. He wanted to make this so-o good, make it worth the
trust, the giving.
Daniel was pushing
into Jack with almost hysterical eagerness now, desperate for more of
that fierce, glad sensation sheeting through his body, making every
nerve ending sing as he strove and strained for completion, determined
to drive Jack over the edge. “More, he grated, “Please, Jack,
MORE.”
He heard Jack
grunting with effort as those deep powerful glides shortened and
quickened into jabs that drove into his sweet spot, the ecstasy boiled
up and he hung poised at the brink of coming, sobs crowding his throat.
Jack couldn’t take
any more, Daniel was writhing wantonly against him, grinding his ass
into every thrust, as desperate for completion as Jack, then he
clenched his muscles hard around Jack and Jack came hard against
Daniel’s sweet spot, driving Daniel exploding over the edge. The
powerful contractions milked Jack almost beyond bearing, his knees
buckling as they sprawled bonelessly against the desk, both of them
hoarse with triumph and fighting for every harsh breath.
When he was sure of
himself, he eased free of Daniel, who turned at once to hug him.
They clung together, shaking, soothing one another until the worst of
the tremors passed. Daniel seemed to have lost the ability to
speak English, insistently murmuring a variety of tumbled, disjointed
phrases into Jack’s shoulder.
“Hey, it's okay,”
Jack murmured gently, tightening his grip on Daniel. “I
know. I do. In fact, if I’d known how good it was, I’d have
tried it sooner.”
Daniel blinked,
trying and failing to process what Jack had just told him. Jack
was experienced. He’d told Daniel so. Insisted on it, in
fact. “What?” he asked incredulously.
“What?” Jack asked
blankly.
“What!”
“What ‘what’?” Jack
cautiously sought clarification.
“Stop trying to
avoid the question!” Daniel snapped. “You know what!”
Jack was just about
to vigorously deny knowing ‘what’ when he realised abruptly he knew
EXACTLY what. “Fuck,” he said weakly.
“That’s what!”
Daniel said triumphantly. He beamed at Jack. Jack glowered
back. “So-o?” he prompted.
“So-o ‘what’?” Jack
snapped.
“Was it good?”
Daniel asked, flushing a little.
“Was it good for
you?” Jack riposted.
“Do you have to
answer a question with a question?”
“Do you?”
“Do you have to have
the last word?”
“Do you?”
“It was…good,”
Daniel said innocently, knowing perfectly well the lightning change of
subject wouldn't stop Jack from trying to outdo him.
“It was
great.” Jack’s ears engaged a beat behind his mouth, apparently
without any involvement from his brain. He glared at
Daniel. “GOOD. I mean good,” he snapped. It sounded
lame even tohim.
“Really?” Daniel
asked shyly, making with the melting eyes.
“Ye-ah.” Jack
admitted reluctantly, scuffing his foot over the carpet. “You?”
“Really,” Daniel
admitted.
“Cool!” Jack
exulted. “I mean…”
“’Okay’?” Daniel
suggested. "You're not just saying…?"
"Er….no." Jack eyed
Daniel covertly. "You?" he asked casually.
"No." Daniel
found his feet of great interest. "So, it was…okay."
"Okay," Jack
agreed. "Yeah.”
"Kind of…nice…to
know," Daniel admitted softly.
"Yeah.
And…er…ditto." Jack was relieved Daniel was letting him get away
with it, and the nuzzling suggested maybe he was going to let Jack get
away with a little more. The night was young. “I
couldn’t be without you, y’know, not now,” he admitted gruffly to the
Pre-Colombian death mask.
“Take it with you,”
Daniel offered generously. “It’ll look pretty good against all
those Earth tones in the bathroom.” He dissolved into laughter as
Jack’s head snapped up. “Marshmallow,” he accused, not bothering
to hide his tenderness from Jack’s scorching scowl. “I
know. I hate you too,” he whispered sweetly against Jack’s sullen
mouth.
“Is this a good time
to mention my next fic will be a cross-over? The Sentinel and
Star Trek. My synopsis is going to be ‘It’s slash, Jim, but
not as we know it’,” Jack announced coldly. “And I’m writing YOU
in as Uhura.”
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