Fandom: Stargate: SG-1/Stargate: Atlantis
Title: Commiseration
Author:![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
theemdash
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~410
Pairing: Daniel/Sheppard
Summary: When Jack and Rodney get together, Sheppard receives an unexpected invitation.
Prompt: fromwiccanslyr Daniel/Sheppard, Jack needs to be replaced because he's with Rodney.
Notes: Written while participating in the Never Ever Meme. Originally posted here.
Commiseration
"Come in," Sheppard calls to the door. He just got himself perfectly arranged on the bed, no need to get up, really, really no. . . .
Daniel Jackson leans against the doorframe, also perfectly arranged, one long arm casually stretched above his head, tugging his shirt up just enough to reveal pale skin at his waistline.
"Colonel," he says, a soft, silky tone to his voice.
"Uh, huh?" Sheppard's magazine slides off his stomach and on to the floor. "Daniel. What?" Way to be eloquent, John, he thinks.
Daniel steps in, closing the door behind him. "Hope you don't mind me visiting."
"Right," Sheppard says, sitting up. "I mean, no. I don't . . . mind." It's a little easier to think without Daniel's appendix scar peeking out of his low-slung pants. "What are you doing here?"
Daniel sighs, sitting on the edge of Sheppard's bed, leaning back on his arms and stretching his long neck. "You know about Jack."
Sheppard shuts his eyes, counts to five. "Yeah. He and Rodney. . . ." He'd walked in on them making out in the science lab. Rodney followed him for five levels before Sheppard allowed him to explain anything. "It was totally unexpected. It all happened so fast. John, I didn't mean to hurt you." Sheppard huffs.
"They kind of screwed us both."
"Yeah, I . . . what?"
Daniel turns, spreading himself more over Sheppard's bed, propping his head on his hand. "You had to have known that I was with Jack."
"You . . . ? I thought those were just rumors. I mean, people were saying that about you and Mitchell, you and Vala, you and . . ."
Daniel waves his free hand. "Yeah, I know. I'm the slut of SG-1."
"Huh. I guess that does explain a few things." Sheppard straightens his leg, toes brushing past Daniel's arm with a mumbled apology. "So, you're here to commiserate?"
Daniel smiles, slow and wicked. He cups Sheppard's foot, sliding his hand up the ankle, rubbing the calf, giving the distinct impression that he'd like to slide his hand farther. "I'm the slut of SG-1." He turns slowly, crawling up the bed to Sheppard, lithe muscles contracting in his arms. "Care to be a conquest?" he breathes against Sheppard's lips.
Sheppard's answer is fingers carded in Daniel's hair, a tongue fitting into Daniel's smart mouth, and two hours Rodney never would have been able to last.
~Comments and feedback are like little conquests.
Title: Commiseration
Author:
theemdashRating: PG-13
Word Count: ~410
Pairing: Daniel/Sheppard
Summary: When Jack and Rodney get together, Sheppard receives an unexpected invitation.
Prompt: from
wiccanslyr Daniel/Sheppard, Jack needs to be replaced because he's with Rodney.Notes: Written while participating in the Never Ever Meme. Originally posted here.
"Come in," Sheppard calls to the door. He just got himself perfectly arranged on the bed, no need to get up, really, really no. . . .
Daniel Jackson leans against the doorframe, also perfectly arranged, one long arm casually stretched above his head, tugging his shirt up just enough to reveal pale skin at his waistline.
"Colonel," he says, a soft, silky tone to his voice.
"Uh, huh?" Sheppard's magazine slides off his stomach and on to the floor. "Daniel. What?" Way to be eloquent, John, he thinks.
Daniel steps in, closing the door behind him. "Hope you don't mind me visiting."
"Right," Sheppard says, sitting up. "I mean, no. I don't . . . mind." It's a little easier to think without Daniel's appendix scar peeking out of his low-slung pants. "What are you doing here?"
Daniel sighs, sitting on the edge of Sheppard's bed, leaning back on his arms and stretching his long neck. "You know about Jack."
Sheppard shuts his eyes, counts to five. "Yeah. He and Rodney. . . ." He'd walked in on them making out in the science lab. Rodney followed him for five levels before Sheppard allowed him to explain anything. "It was totally unexpected. It all happened so fast. John, I didn't mean to hurt you." Sheppard huffs.
"They kind of screwed us both."
"Yeah, I . . . what?"
Daniel turns, spreading himself more over Sheppard's bed, propping his head on his hand. "You had to have known that I was with Jack."
"You . . . ? I thought those were just rumors. I mean, people were saying that about you and Mitchell, you and Vala, you and . . ."
Daniel waves his free hand. "Yeah, I know. I'm the slut of SG-1."
"Huh. I guess that does explain a few things." Sheppard straightens his leg, toes brushing past Daniel's arm with a mumbled apology. "So, you're here to commiserate?"
Daniel smiles, slow and wicked. He cups Sheppard's foot, sliding his hand up the ankle, rubbing the calf, giving the distinct impression that he'd like to slide his hand farther. "I'm the slut of SG-1." He turns slowly, crawling up the bed to Sheppard, lithe muscles contracting in his arms. "Care to be a conquest?" he breathes against Sheppard's lips.
Sheppard's answer is fingers carded in Daniel's hair, a tongue fitting into Daniel's smart mouth, and two hours Rodney never would have been able to last.
~Comments and feedback are like little conquests.
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