Lunch, SG-1 General
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phantismaTitle: Lunch
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Characters: General: Jack/Dnaiel
Prompt: table 2, # 003 Delirious
Word Count: 1727
Rating: R-ish
Summary: Jack takes Daniel out to lunch to talk.
WARNING: There is self-gratification and talk of gay sex. There is kissing. You have been warned.
This is a part of the series developing here. I seem to be jumping all over chronologically. The right order to read them at this point is: Trust, Staying Alive, Enigma, Stay, Kissing, A Taste of Daniel, The Truth of it and Sated Silence
This follows on the end of Sated Silence. The ratings move between PG-13 and NC-17, for sex and violence.
My fourteenth ficlet for my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_situations Table
The slanted light from behind the curtains told him long before he was actually aware he was awake that it was well past the time his alarm had been set to wake him. For a long moment he simply lay there, content in the memory of a dream…he rolled over to glance at the clock and stopped. The pillow smelled of Daniel…Jack breathed in, cradling the pillow to him, even as he glanced at the clock. It was well after 9am.
He closed his eyes and savored the scent that clung to the linen, memories that were definitely not from a dream playing through him…Daniel kissing him, comforting him…Daniel touching him…He groaned as his cock twitched, already hard from the dream.
He fell back onto his back, and shook his head. What was he doing?
He was fooling himself. Worse, he was fooling them both, playing with the younger man when all he really wanted was to keep him safe. This could never be, could never happen. Putting aside the whole issue of Daniel being a man, he was a friend, and more than that he was his…what exactly? Daniel wasn’t military, so he wasn’t really under his command…but that led to an image of Daniel under command, on his knees….No…Jack threw the pillow across the room.
He swallowed and willed the image away, but it was only replaced with a memory, one of Daniel pressing his body into the wall. Jack groaned and unconsciously began to stroke himself, remembering the look in Daniel’s eyes as he’d taken control…the dark desire that had swept through him as he surrendered to…
Suddenly, he pulled his hand away shaking his head. He had to get this under control, before it took them both places they couldn’t afford to go. With an effort, Jack pulled his protesting body out of bed and toward the bathroom. He was just going to have to take a cold shower and go have a talk with Daniel.
He stopped dead when he found the note taped to the bathroom mirror. Daniel’s scribbled hand…nearly as familiar as his voice, “Jack…thought you could use the sleep. I’ll tell Hammond you weren’t feeling well. Call me when you’re up. Daniel.”
Jack pulled the paper off the mirror and re-read it, shuddering a little as Daniel’s voice filled his head. It was nearly as though his hands were sliding over his body. Jack reached to turn on the shower, his hand jarring his very erect cock and making him shudder.
What was wrong with him? This wasn’t like him. He was the take charge guy, the one who saw what had to be done and did it. No hesitation, no letting his emotions run away with him. Just do it. He looked himself in the mirror. Just do it.
Okay fine. He stepped into the shower and let his hand take a hold of himself. He’d take care of this, then…no, one thing at a time. As the shower beat down on him, he soaped up and began stroking himself, trying to keep his thoughts on his immediate need, and not on Daniel…or Daniel’s mouth…his tongue swiping across his balls…his teeth teasing his nipples…Jack yelled as he came, closing his eyes as the water washed the evidence away and hit the wall in frustration.
An hour later, Jack was dried off and dressed, but hadn’t left the house. He sat on the living room couch, Daniel’s note in his hand, trying to find reason in the madness of the last 48 hours. The sight of Daniel on the ground flashed into his mind and he acknowledged the fear that had lodged inside of him. The poor man had been through so much, and Jack had already let him die too many times before.
Maybe it was as simple as that. Jack’s personal failure had immobilized him, cracking through his normal cool exterior and his caring for the younger man had overwhelmed him…had overwhelmed them both. Jack crumpled up the note and stood. Now that it was settled, all that was left was telling Daniel, and getting this back to normal.
Jack pulled on a jacket and grabbed his car keys. He could still get to the base by noon, maybe catch Daniel on his way to lunch. As he turned off the main road his cell phone rang and he flipped it open. “O’Neill.”
“Hey Jack.”
“Daniel.”
“Where are you?”
“Almost to the base.”
“Oh, I—I thought…”
“I’m good, Daniel. Look, you got plans for lunch?”
Daniel sounded a little off balance. “Um, no. I was going to grab something—“
“Meet me at the gate. We need to talk. I’ll buy you lunch.”
“Is everything okay?”
Jack made a face. Of course everything was okay…or it would be. “Just meet me.”
Jack pulled up in front of the gate and only had to wait a minute for Daniel to jog out toward him. He climbed in and Jack set them in motion before either of them said a word. “Did you sleep well?” Daniel finally asked as Jack tried to decide where they should go.
The diner was out of the question, far too many SGC personnel stopped there. The steak place was too romantic, with their cozy little booths and candles. “Umm, huh?”
“Sleep…did you sleep well?”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Why would anything be wrong?” Jack chose a Chinese place and pulled in off the road, parking in the back.
“You don’t like Chinese.”
Jack looked up, then at Daniel. “You do.”
“Jack.” Daniel touched his arm, and heat rushed from the place. Jack swallowed and pulled his arm away.
“Daniel. We need to talk.”
“Yes, you said that on the phone.”
Now that it came to it, Jack didn’t know what to say. “Daniel. I don’t know what to say.” There. It was a start.
Daniel smiled and shook his head, his eyes showing his amusement. “That’s not unusual, Jack.”
“I-I should apologize.” Jack fidgeted, his big hands playing with the steering wheel cover.
“What for?”
What for? Part of Jack fumbled for the answer, while the rest of him repeated the question. “For taking advantage of you. You were injured and I was delirious.”
“Oh, is that what we’re calling it?” Daniel reached over and stilled Jack’s hands. “If I recall, I was the one taking advantage,” he said softly. “You may still have been delirious though.”
Jack’s heart sped up as Daniel’s hands captured his. The long fingers twined around his own, pulling his attention to the place where their skin was pressed together. His breath caught in his throat. “Daniel.” He fairly whispered it, his voice gone hoarse. His mind was stopped, his brain stuck on the feeling of Daniel’s hands.
“Jack.” Daniel’s voice called for his attention and Jack let his eyes move up, over Daniel’s arms, up to his shoulders and ever so slowly up to his eyes. Those eyes that laid everything bare and left Jack with nothing but this thing inside him…
“Jack, I know things are a little confused at the moment.” Daniel licked his lips, and Jack found himself mimicking the movement.
“I don’t think this is a good idea, Daniel.” Jack squeezed out, pulling one of his hands free. He floundered around inside for the resolve he’d felt as he’d left the house.
Daniel let go of the other hand willingly and sat back against the door. “Okay. Can I ask why?”
“Do you even need to?” Jack asked, suddenly exasperated. “We work together, we need to…it just won’t work..” He stared at the steering wheel for a minute, then looked back up. Daniel was lost in thought, his eyes unfocused, pointed off out the windshield at something Jack couldn’t see. “I don’t know if I could go into the field with you and not freak out every time you’re late or in danger…and not worry more than I already do.”
They were silent as they both considered his words. When Daniel finally spoke, his voice was soft, and Jack could feel the hurt. “I like that you worry. I like that you care. I liked…this…whatever this was.”
Jack couldn’t look at him. The hurt in his words melted him and if he looked, if he let his eyes see it, he would give in. So, Jack closed his eyes, and instead he watched Daniel die…the images of every time the man had given his life, had fallen beneath gunfire and staff blasts and explosions…and with each memory his stomach lurched. He clenched his jaw and held onto all the reasons…though he couldn’t think of a single one…that this was just wrong. Then there was the feeling as he remembered the night before, with Daniel pressed up against him, and he was unsettled and relieved and damn but he’d wanted…
“Jack?”
He took a deep breath and dared a glance over at Daniel, surprised to find he was holding Daniel’s hand, his thumb rubbing along his wrist. He swallowed and sat there, holding Daniel’s hand. His mind was still rambling down the road that led to ending this here and now, but his body was on a detour. The heat from their joined hands finished off the last of his resolve to set this thing right and he found himself pulling Daniel closer, kissing him with an urgency that rivaled that first kiss. Daniel melted beneath him, yielding to his tongue and lips and hands.
Jack’s body barreled down that detour, bringing him dangerously close to the edge of reason before Daniel broke the kiss in search of air. Slowly they sat back up, glancing around to make sure they hadn’t been seen. Jack didn’t let go of Daniel’s hand and Daniel smiled at him. “So, are we…okay?”
Jack shook his head slowly. “No, Daniel. I’m pretty sure I’m still delirious.”
Daniel leaned over the seat and kissed him lightly. “I’m okay with that.” He slid closer, his free hand, sliding over Jack’s thigh to cup his already hardening cock. “I told you, we’ll take it slow.”
Jack closed his eyes, leaning his head back against he headrest as Daniel kissed him again. “Slow is good,” he whispered.
Daniel smiled and Jack could feel it. “Push your seat back.” Daniel said softly in Jack’s ear.
“Why?”
“You promised me lunch.”
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Characters: General: Jack/Dnaiel
Prompt: table 2, # 003 Delirious
Word Count: 1727
Rating: R-ish
Summary: Jack takes Daniel out to lunch to talk.
WARNING: There is self-gratification and talk of gay sex. There is kissing. You have been warned.
This is a part of the series developing here. I seem to be jumping all over chronologically. The right order to read them at this point is: Trust, Staying Alive, Enigma, Stay, Kissing, A Taste of Daniel, The Truth of it and Sated Silence
This follows on the end of Sated Silence. The ratings move between PG-13 and NC-17, for sex and violence.
My fourteenth ficlet for my
100_situations TableThe slanted light from behind the curtains told him long before he was actually aware he was awake that it was well past the time his alarm had been set to wake him. For a long moment he simply lay there, content in the memory of a dream…he rolled over to glance at the clock and stopped. The pillow smelled of Daniel…Jack breathed in, cradling the pillow to him, even as he glanced at the clock. It was well after 9am.
He closed his eyes and savored the scent that clung to the linen, memories that were definitely not from a dream playing through him…Daniel kissing him, comforting him…Daniel touching him…He groaned as his cock twitched, already hard from the dream.
He fell back onto his back, and shook his head. What was he doing?
He was fooling himself. Worse, he was fooling them both, playing with the younger man when all he really wanted was to keep him safe. This could never be, could never happen. Putting aside the whole issue of Daniel being a man, he was a friend, and more than that he was his…what exactly? Daniel wasn’t military, so he wasn’t really under his command…but that led to an image of Daniel under command, on his knees….No…Jack threw the pillow across the room.
He swallowed and willed the image away, but it was only replaced with a memory, one of Daniel pressing his body into the wall. Jack groaned and unconsciously began to stroke himself, remembering the look in Daniel’s eyes as he’d taken control…the dark desire that had swept through him as he surrendered to…
Suddenly, he pulled his hand away shaking his head. He had to get this under control, before it took them both places they couldn’t afford to go. With an effort, Jack pulled his protesting body out of bed and toward the bathroom. He was just going to have to take a cold shower and go have a talk with Daniel.
He stopped dead when he found the note taped to the bathroom mirror. Daniel’s scribbled hand…nearly as familiar as his voice, “Jack…thought you could use the sleep. I’ll tell Hammond you weren’t feeling well. Call me when you’re up. Daniel.”
Jack pulled the paper off the mirror and re-read it, shuddering a little as Daniel’s voice filled his head. It was nearly as though his hands were sliding over his body. Jack reached to turn on the shower, his hand jarring his very erect cock and making him shudder.
What was wrong with him? This wasn’t like him. He was the take charge guy, the one who saw what had to be done and did it. No hesitation, no letting his emotions run away with him. Just do it. He looked himself in the mirror. Just do it.
Okay fine. He stepped into the shower and let his hand take a hold of himself. He’d take care of this, then…no, one thing at a time. As the shower beat down on him, he soaped up and began stroking himself, trying to keep his thoughts on his immediate need, and not on Daniel…or Daniel’s mouth…his tongue swiping across his balls…his teeth teasing his nipples…Jack yelled as he came, closing his eyes as the water washed the evidence away and hit the wall in frustration.
An hour later, Jack was dried off and dressed, but hadn’t left the house. He sat on the living room couch, Daniel’s note in his hand, trying to find reason in the madness of the last 48 hours. The sight of Daniel on the ground flashed into his mind and he acknowledged the fear that had lodged inside of him. The poor man had been through so much, and Jack had already let him die too many times before.
Maybe it was as simple as that. Jack’s personal failure had immobilized him, cracking through his normal cool exterior and his caring for the younger man had overwhelmed him…had overwhelmed them both. Jack crumpled up the note and stood. Now that it was settled, all that was left was telling Daniel, and getting this back to normal.
Jack pulled on a jacket and grabbed his car keys. He could still get to the base by noon, maybe catch Daniel on his way to lunch. As he turned off the main road his cell phone rang and he flipped it open. “O’Neill.”
“Hey Jack.”
“Daniel.”
“Where are you?”
“Almost to the base.”
“Oh, I—I thought…”
“I’m good, Daniel. Look, you got plans for lunch?”
Daniel sounded a little off balance. “Um, no. I was going to grab something—“
“Meet me at the gate. We need to talk. I’ll buy you lunch.”
“Is everything okay?”
Jack made a face. Of course everything was okay…or it would be. “Just meet me.”
Jack pulled up in front of the gate and only had to wait a minute for Daniel to jog out toward him. He climbed in and Jack set them in motion before either of them said a word. “Did you sleep well?” Daniel finally asked as Jack tried to decide where they should go.
The diner was out of the question, far too many SGC personnel stopped there. The steak place was too romantic, with their cozy little booths and candles. “Umm, huh?”
“Sleep…did you sleep well?”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Why would anything be wrong?” Jack chose a Chinese place and pulled in off the road, parking in the back.
“You don’t like Chinese.”
Jack looked up, then at Daniel. “You do.”
“Jack.” Daniel touched his arm, and heat rushed from the place. Jack swallowed and pulled his arm away.
“Daniel. We need to talk.”
“Yes, you said that on the phone.”
Now that it came to it, Jack didn’t know what to say. “Daniel. I don’t know what to say.” There. It was a start.
Daniel smiled and shook his head, his eyes showing his amusement. “That’s not unusual, Jack.”
“I-I should apologize.” Jack fidgeted, his big hands playing with the steering wheel cover.
“What for?”
What for? Part of Jack fumbled for the answer, while the rest of him repeated the question. “For taking advantage of you. You were injured and I was delirious.”
“Oh, is that what we’re calling it?” Daniel reached over and stilled Jack’s hands. “If I recall, I was the one taking advantage,” he said softly. “You may still have been delirious though.”
Jack’s heart sped up as Daniel’s hands captured his. The long fingers twined around his own, pulling his attention to the place where their skin was pressed together. His breath caught in his throat. “Daniel.” He fairly whispered it, his voice gone hoarse. His mind was stopped, his brain stuck on the feeling of Daniel’s hands.
“Jack.” Daniel’s voice called for his attention and Jack let his eyes move up, over Daniel’s arms, up to his shoulders and ever so slowly up to his eyes. Those eyes that laid everything bare and left Jack with nothing but this thing inside him…
“Jack, I know things are a little confused at the moment.” Daniel licked his lips, and Jack found himself mimicking the movement.
“I don’t think this is a good idea, Daniel.” Jack squeezed out, pulling one of his hands free. He floundered around inside for the resolve he’d felt as he’d left the house.
Daniel let go of the other hand willingly and sat back against the door. “Okay. Can I ask why?”
“Do you even need to?” Jack asked, suddenly exasperated. “We work together, we need to…it just won’t work..” He stared at the steering wheel for a minute, then looked back up. Daniel was lost in thought, his eyes unfocused, pointed off out the windshield at something Jack couldn’t see. “I don’t know if I could go into the field with you and not freak out every time you’re late or in danger…and not worry more than I already do.”
They were silent as they both considered his words. When Daniel finally spoke, his voice was soft, and Jack could feel the hurt. “I like that you worry. I like that you care. I liked…this…whatever this was.”
Jack couldn’t look at him. The hurt in his words melted him and if he looked, if he let his eyes see it, he would give in. So, Jack closed his eyes, and instead he watched Daniel die…the images of every time the man had given his life, had fallen beneath gunfire and staff blasts and explosions…and with each memory his stomach lurched. He clenched his jaw and held onto all the reasons…though he couldn’t think of a single one…that this was just wrong. Then there was the feeling as he remembered the night before, with Daniel pressed up against him, and he was unsettled and relieved and damn but he’d wanted…
“Jack?”
He took a deep breath and dared a glance over at Daniel, surprised to find he was holding Daniel’s hand, his thumb rubbing along his wrist. He swallowed and sat there, holding Daniel’s hand. His mind was still rambling down the road that led to ending this here and now, but his body was on a detour. The heat from their joined hands finished off the last of his resolve to set this thing right and he found himself pulling Daniel closer, kissing him with an urgency that rivaled that first kiss. Daniel melted beneath him, yielding to his tongue and lips and hands.
Jack’s body barreled down that detour, bringing him dangerously close to the edge of reason before Daniel broke the kiss in search of air. Slowly they sat back up, glancing around to make sure they hadn’t been seen. Jack didn’t let go of Daniel’s hand and Daniel smiled at him. “So, are we…okay?”
Jack shook his head slowly. “No, Daniel. I’m pretty sure I’m still delirious.”
Daniel leaned over the seat and kissed him lightly. “I’m okay with that.” He slid closer, his free hand, sliding over Jack’s thigh to cup his already hardening cock. “I told you, we’ll take it slow.”
Jack closed his eyes, leaning his head back against he headrest as Daniel kissed him again. “Slow is good,” he whispered.
Daniel smiled and Jack could feel it. “Push your seat back.” Daniel said softly in Jack’s ear.
“Why?”
“You promised me lunch.”
