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19 March 2005 @ 10:02 am
SG-1 Fic: Slow Burn (NC-17)  
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Title: Slow Burn
Author: Em
Rating: NC-17 for slash, sexual content, and some cursing
Word Count: ~5,900
Spoilers: Season 4, Episode tag for "Scorched Earth"
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Challenge: malnpudl asked if anyone knew of episode tags for "Scorched Earth," so I wrote this for her.
Summary: After debriefing, Jack and Daniel deal with their decisions in "Scorched Earth."
Notes: I wrote a much shorter, gen version of this tag for sg1_creativity. You can read that version here.. The "Astronauts vs. Cavemen" question is a reference to the Angel fifth season episode, "A Hole in the World," though the dialogue here is changed to come out of Jack and Daniel's mouths. I must also give thanks to my beta readers jedimara77, lavender_elf, and imthelobster. At this point any mistakes are due to my incessant rewriting and editing.

Slow Burn

Jack managed to hold his tongue during the debriefing. Carter and Daniel discussed the simple solution to the Enkaran's problem with the Gadmeer ship, and Jack kept to the facts. He refused to think about giving the order to detonate the naquadah reactor while Daniel was on the ship. He wasn't going to think about it. Not now and not later. Nope, wasn't thinking about it.

Hammond stood up. "SG-1, you are dismissed."

Jack shot up out of his chair and stood at Daniel's elbow. He wasn't thinking about it. "Daniel? A word?" Jack said evenly. Okay, maybe he was thinking about it. A little.

Daniel shut his folder. "Yeah, Jack?" He flinched when he looked up at Jack, then leaned back in the chair, licking his lips.

This was not a conversation to have on base. At least not ten feet from Hammond's office.

"Hockey, beer, company," Jack grunted, slightly laying off the Scary Colonel Routine. "You game?"

Daniel's eyes darted back and forth like a typewriter on speed. He was obviously trying to come up with a reason to get out of this.

Jack crossed his arms and looked down his nose at Daniel. "Daniel, if you say you have to translate or catalogue something I'm going to take whatever it is and break it over your skull."

Daniel swallowed, visibly. The point was made—Daniel wasn't getting out of this.

"O-okay. Just, uh." Daniel held up his folder and tapped it. He held it in front of him, like it would ward Jack away. Jack stepped back, allowing Daniel this concession.

Jack let Daniel get to the door before calling him back. "You need a couple minutes, or can I tag along?"

Daniel licked his lips and narrowed his eyes. Jack was too tense—Daniel picked up on it. Apparently he was determined not to play Jack's game. Daniel shrugged. "I'm just dropping this off, so—whatever." He walked out the door like it didn't matter what Jack did at all. Except Jack's actions did matter. Oh, what Jack did was whole bunches of matter. And Daniel was going to understand that.


Daniel had agreed to ride with Jack after Jack stared him down for a full, very silent minute. Some of Daniel's confidence had waned; it couldn't have fit Jack's plans better.

Daniel repetitively locked and unlocked the door. Jack made a right hand turn and said, "Unlock it one more time, and I'll reach over and open it for you."

Daniel had the common sense to put his hands in his lap. He was silent for about thirty seconds—until he looked up and could see they weren't anywhere near Jack's house.

"Uh, Jack? Did you move?" Daniel looked over his shoulder.

"No." Jack steered the truck with one hand, resting the other on his knee.

"Then is there a reason that we're—" Daniel held up a fist and opened it, flattening his palm. "—here?"

"Yes." Jack made another right turn, this time on to a forested dirt road. Daniel would recognize the surroundings. It was sort of their "meeting ground."

Jack pulled over and cut the engine. The moon was full, so he shut off the lights, too. Daniel scratched at his knee through his jeans. His soap—a strong sandalwood—permeated the quiet cab. Jack kept his hands on the steering wheel. He finally let himself envision it—Daniel on the ship, standing next to Lotan, the explosion going off in his face, and then—nothing. No more Daniel, just—boom.


Daniel's fingers stilled; he blinked a few times. "Why what?"

"You knew we were going to blow it and you went back." Jack hissed. "You are so stupid."

Daniel's eyebrows rocketed above his glasses. "I'm sorry. I thought I solved the problem—reasonably."

Jack snorted. "Yeah. You fixed all the problems. Made everybody happy." He slapped the steering wheel.

"Okay. Maybe there's one problem I didn't solve." Daniel folded his arms across his chest. "Meaning your issue."

"My issue?" Jack embraced his issue. He picked his issue up, tucked it in his pocket, and fed it little bits of chocolate. "What does that mean?"

"I don't know!" Daniel unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. "You're insane, you know that?" He slammed the door.

Jack followed him out of the car, keeping the engine between them. "Yeah. But that's not my 'issue.'" He sneered around Daniel's word.

"No, it just augments your problem," Daniel muttered. He took a few steps off into the darkness.

Jack took a deep breath and focused on his offensive. "You didn't listen to me. You ignored my command."

Jack could see Daniel bite back his first response. Instead, Daniel took a deep breath.

"You asked for options. I gave you an option."

"No." Jack came around the truck and jabbed Daniel in the chest. "You put yourself in danger." He could hear the fear creeping into his voice. He tried to keep it out of his eyes.

"Sometimes that happens!" Daniel swatted Jack's hand away. "I was willing to make that sacrifice."

"Well I wasn't!" That wasn't what he was supposed to say. Daniel didn't even look surprised—he should have. Jack hadn't said anything like that since—it had been a long time. Damn it, Daniel should have been surprised.

Jack shook his head and tried to focus again. "What I mean—"

Daniel held up a hand.

They waited. They stared. They breathed.

Daniel was focusing on Jack's words. Jack could see them replaying in Daniel's head, telling Daniel all he needed to know about Jack's state of mind, laying all of Jack naked before him. Not part of Jack's plan. Off-balance Daniel was safe Daniel. Focused Daniel was—not.

Jack needed to distract him, but he couldn't make his mouth move.

"You had to make that call," Daniel whispered. He leaned over and touched their foreheads together. It was a much too intimate gesture. Jack flinched at first, but then leaned into the contact. "We were doing our jobs."

Jack pursed his lips. "Our. Jobs." The words sounded awkward, loaded, explosive.

"You didn't—" Daniel didn't finish his sentence—wouldn't finish his sentence. They both knew the next words in that sentence were "kill me." And saying those words just might kill one of them. Or force Jack to kill Daniel for being so melodramatic.

"No." Jack rocked back on his heels and turned. "I ordered Carter to do it." He cringed. He brought it up to break the moment, but it was true. He put that on Carter. Yes, he had made the decision, but he made her carry it out. And that—that was unforgivable.

"Then why are we having this conversation?" Daniel was right behind him. "I mean, shouldn't you be talking to Sam?" Daniel rested his hand on Jack's shoulder blade. His hand felt so hot.

Jack just shook his head. Carter understood. She was following orders. His orders sucked and they weren't something that would have been easy to live with, but they were orders; Carter would rationalize that. In ten years, maybe twenty—after she'd had plenty of time to think about it—she would have hated Jack, but for the time being she would have understood.

He felt Daniel nod, knew he licked his lips, too.

"You think I don't understand?"

Jack finally looked over his shoulder. "You don't."

"It was an order. You made the call. She did it." Daniel stepped forward, shifted his hand, wrapping his arm around Jack. It was an embrace in which someone could surrender. "I understand." He smiled lightly. "I may not agree with it, but I understand."

Jack spun. "How can you do that?" He wanted to strangle Daniel but settled for digging his nails into his own palms.

Daniel blinked. He held his hand like it had been burned.

"I—I—" What the hell was Jack trying to say? He looked up and connected with Daniel's eyes. Those accursed blue eyes that saw so much more than Jack ever did.

Jack gritted his teeth and forced himself to say it. "I killed you." His voice cracked. He didn't mean to do that. Daniel was his best friend but he wasn't supposed to know how much this decision had ripped Jack apart.

And Daniel wasn't supposed to take it like this. Not this easy.

Jack pushed Daniel, hard. "I killed you!"

Daniel stumbled back, but regained his balance. "If you didn't notice, I'm kind of alive." He stepped toward Jack again. "And you did what you had to—given the circumstances."

"Damn it, Daniel!" Jack closed the distance, standing with their chests inches apart. He breathed heavily, thickly. He breathed in through his nose to steady himself and almost choked on Daniel.

Jack pushed him again, harder this time. Daniel stumbled, this time falling back, catching himself with his hands. "Hit me! Fight me!"

"Jack. I'm okay." Daniel kept his eyes on Jack, while he maneuvered to push himself up.

Jack grabbed his arms and hauled Daniel to his feet. "You might not have been. You might—I gave the order." Jack tightened his grip on Daniel's biceps. He growled.

Daniel blinked once, not nervous, just—deliberate. Daniel was steady and Jack was falling apart at the seams. Since when did that happen?

Since Jack was tired of leaving Daniel behind. It had been a long time since Jack had made a decision like that. He'd gone to rescue him—hell, last week—and he had sworn to never leave Daniel behind again, but when it came down to it, he had made the same decision all over again—for the good of the team he could sacrifice Daniel. There wasn't one promise he could keep with this man. Not one.

Jack's fingers ached from his hold on Daniel's arms. Daniel didn't even flinch. He just took the pain Jack was inflicting on him. He just took it, like he always did.

How could he just take it? Why on earth didn't he blame Jack? Why was he so understanding?

Jack shook him, pulling him closer. Their chests were touching. Daniel's eyes looked a little rattled from the shaking, but he was still calm.

Jack growled. Then he drew Daniel to him. He breathed on Daniel's lips and thought what he wanted to say—I'm not ready for you to be gone. He kissed Daniel, bruising their lips. Daniel tasted like coffee. Jack wanted coffee.

Daniel responded as normal, opening his mouth. He sucked Jack's tongue hard enough that Jack felt it in his knees. Daniel wrapped his arms around Jack's neck. His fingers gripped at the sides of Jack's head. Nails scratched into Jack's scalp; fingers gripped at his hair. It hurt. It was good.

Jack kept one hand on Daniel's arm and moved the other around his back, crushing him closer. The push moved Daniel forward a step, their groins touching. Jack's cock surged; Daniel was already hard—the man had a serious yen for debate. Jack rubbed up against Daniel, pushing against the hard flesh. Daniel moaned.

Jack tilted his head and breathed, "Daniel." Daniel felt so good against him.

Jack leaned his head back while Daniel leeched on to his neck. Daniel knew all of his weak spots. He knew exactly how much pressure to exert. He could be hard and insistent, sometimes biting and then other times soft, barely touching, making Jack insane. When Daniel was too gentle, Jack pushed him until Daniel did what Jack wanted.

If only Daniel was so easy to control on missions.

Daniel bit and sucked with abandoned. Jack's head was swimming. This was the only way to clear things.

"Fuck, Daniel," Jack hissed.

Daniel nodded. He tugged at the collar of Jack's t-shirt. He growled. "Can't reach farther." He licked and bit at the fabric.

Jack shoved Daniel back and then ripped off his leather jacket. Daniel's pupils dilated. He jumped on Jack again, pulling Jack's t-shirt up and running his hands and then his lips over Jack's chest.

Jack growled. He went straight for Daniel's belt, fighting with it; it had been awhile since he had removed someone else's—Daniel's—belt. He yanked it to one side, trying to free it, but only pulled Daniel away. Daniel stumbled, his mouth breaking off from Jack's skin. Daniel huffed.

"Shut up," Jack said. He attacked Daniel's belt with both hands and then went straight for the zipper.

Daniel leaned his head back, panting at the sky. "I should almost die more often."

Jack bit Daniel's shoulder harder than normal. Daniel moaned, for once missing Jack's acute pain. Maybe to Daniel this was just a fuck, but to Jack—Jack refused to think about what this was to him.

Daniel tugged at Jack's collar, trying to pull it over his head. He managed to get it up into Jack's mouth. Daniel laughed.

Jack mumbled around the fabric. He pulled his shirt off and flung it to the ground. "Don't laugh," Jack growled. "You think this is about happiness? About love?" Jack reached into Daniel's pants and grabbed his penis over his boxers. Jack swallowed. For Jack it kept going back to orders. Orders given, orders ignored. All the orders both of them should follow and didn't.

Daniel thrust up into Jack's hand. "I never said I loved you." He grunted and Jack squeezed harder.

"Neither did I," Jack growled. He tugged at Daniel's jeans, getting them partially down. Daniel nearly lost his balance, leaning heavily on Jack.

Daniel pushed back so he could stand fully on his own feet. Both hands gripped Jack's shoulders. "What you said," Daniel panted, "or didn't say, doesn't affect how you feel."

Jack pushed and Daniel fell, dragging Jack on top of him. Daniel rolled, pinning Jack to the ground. The dirt felt cold, good against Jack's back.

"Shut up," Jack whispered. "I don't want it to be about that." He ran his hand over Daniel's face. "I want to hate myself."

Daniel leaned over and kissed Jack softly. Daniel's lips were so full, pressed against Jack's mouth like—perfection.

"I don't hate you."

Jack opened his eyes. He hadn't even realized they were closed. Or that time had passed.

"You should." Jack held Daniel's gaze, one second hopeful, the next daring him to—to not hate Jack. Jack turned his head and coughed; spoke his excuses more to the night than to Daniel. "Among other things, I'm your CO. It's easier to hate your CO. You go for drinks with your team and bitch about him till you're all sober again."

Daniel chuckled, shifting his weight to adjust his glasses with one hand. "You think Sam, Teal'c, and I don't do that already?"

Jack smirked and stuck his tongue out at Daniel. He snaked his hand down and seized Daniel's penis again. "Shut up."

Daniel's breath hitched. Jack rubbed his thumb up and down Daniel's penis. He lightly touched the skin just around the head.

Daniel closed his eyes and shivered. "Not talking is good." He put both hands down, one on each side of Jack's head.

Jack slowly stroked his hand up and down Daniel's shaft. He turned his head to the left and licked at Daniel's arm. Jack grinned. He loved doing this to Daniel. Loved making Daniel—squirm. In the quiet of his mind he could—sometimes—admit the truth. The reason they met out here and went at each other like horny teenagers had nothing to do with releasing tension.

Daniel's breathing grew heavy. His eyes fluttered and his arms shook with his weight; his lips moved in silent pleas. Daniel was just—Daniel. Beautiful, or some other sentimental crap was not going to cross Jack's mind.

Jack picked up the pace on the hand job. He swiped his thumb over the slit. Daniel gasped and almost collapsed on Jack. Jack stroked a few more times and then brushed the slit again. Daniel's mouth fell open and a gasp leaked out.

"This doesn't solve the problem." Daniel licked his lips, keeping his eyes closed. It was almost like he didn't realize he had spoken. Like he was thinking about it so hard that the words formed themselves.

Jack bit down, grinding his teeth. He pulled on Daniel's skin, only allowing the tiniest bit to actually slide through his hand. It was much rougher than the way Jack liked to be handled. It was the way Jack gripped Daniel when he couldn't strangle him.

"I had almost forgotten about my intense grief and self-loathing." Jack pulled hard enough on Daniel to elicit a strangled squeak. "Thanks."

Daniel opened his eyes, staring Jack down with cold blue orbs. "No." Apparently Daniel did realize he had spoken. Maybe he even meant to speak. "Thank you. Only time I get a decent hand job is when you're wracked with guilt."

Jack's hand actually stopped moving as he absorbed that one. He sometimes forgot that Daniel rivaled him in sarcasm and could be one mean little son of a bitch. And when Daniel wanted to be mean he could usually hone in on exactly the wrong thing to say. What a talented linguist.

Jack resumed the rough treatment on Daniel's cock. "Sorry your own hands aren't enough for you."

Daniel lunged at Jack. He kissed, sucked, and bit Jack's lips, his tongue darting in and out of Jack's mouth, licking everywhere. He chewed Jack's lower lip and licked Jack's bottom row of teeth. Jack never quite understood how Daniel licking his teeth could drive him so wild.

"Your hands are better," Daniel panted between kisses. "You're an idiot if you don't know that."

Jack pushed Daniel up with his free hand. "My hands are dirty. You're insane to even let me touch you."

Daniel growled. "Exactly. I let you touch me." Daniel leaned close to Jack's ear and whispered. "I'm really the one who's in charge; that's why I ignore your orders. They don't apply to me."

Jack surged up and flipped Daniel on to his back. Daniel's head smacked into the ground hard enough for a soft crack, but Jack quickly assessed that he was uninjured.

Jack pulled Daniel's jeans and boxers down and pushed his sweater and undershirt up over his eyes, leaving his arms trapped. He straddled Daniel, putting his weight on Daniel's thighs. He dug into Daniel's ribs with his fingers and raked his nails across the skin. He half-heard groans, moans, and something Jack almost recognized as a sob, but his mind barely connected that these sounds were coming from Daniel.

Jack pulled his fingers down Daniel's stomach, leaned over, and bit into the fleshy part at Daniel's side. That earned a gasp.

"Jack." Daniel turned the word into seven syllables, getting louder as he drew it out. The increase in volume meant that Daniel was scared.

For the time being Jack didn't care.

Jack bit into Daniel's side again, this time with less intensity. He laved at the wound with his tongue, tasting the metallic blood that had pooled just under the skin. He inhaled; the sweat mingled with the chill air, sending an electric jolt through Jack's body.

Daniel was a problem. Daniel never listened to Jack and because of it Jack almost had to kill him. Daniel was too independent; he didn't understand the mission; he was off in science-land fiddling with the rocks, with his head stuffed so far in a book he didn't comprehend that someone was holding a hand grenade to his ear. Jack panted, winded by his thoughts.

"You." Jack bit at Daniel's hip, pulling back enough to not gnaw on the protruding hipbone.

"Should." Jack fisted Daniel's cock and jerked a few times. Daniel half sat up, the muscles in his abdomen tightening.

"Obey." Jack engulfed the cock with no preamble. Daniel's gasp, long and obviously enough to keep him slack-jawed for a few minutes, was exactly what Jack wanted to hear. One thing Daniel didn't understand about Jack—Jack asked him to follow orders, and Daniel ignored them, but Jack could make him follow orders.

For a few silent seconds, Jack pulled on Daniel's cock, sliding up and down the shaft, coating it with saliva, not worrying about being gentle or neat. Daniel's pre-cum was sweet and Jack loved the taste of it—Daniel's natural way of encouraging Jack to keep doing this.

Daniel collapsed back to the ground. "This punishment," Daniel panted, "or a reward?" Jack could hear Daniel sucking his sweater into his mouth with each breath. It couldn't be easy to breathe that way. Probably not getting much air.

Jack filled his mouth with Daniel's cock and sucked for all he was worth. He kept up the suction, listening as Daniel's breathing became more and more labored.

Daniel struggled, trying to say Jack's name. His upper body became more violent, thrashing back and forth like a beached fish. Daniel's motions were urgent in a way that Jack dimly knew had little to do with arousal. He bucked and his hips pushed Jack's shoulders, giving Jack enough warning to pull back unless he wanted to swallow Daniel's cock.

With Jack's weight off, Daniel settled down, but his breathing was still erratic. He panted and finally got the full word out, "Jack?"

The fear in Daniel's question finally clicked in Jack's mind. How could he do this to Daniel? Yeah, he was mad that Daniel didn't listen, but Jack had—Jack had done the thing that he shouldn't have done. Daniel shouldn't have to be afraid just because Jack was—if he admitted it—terrified.

Jack slowly laid his body over Daniel's. He ghosted his hands over Daniel's smooth skin. Daniel flinched a few times from the light touches, but his breathing was beginning to even out. Jack peppered kisses along Daniel's smooth torso. He ran his tongue down the middle of Daniel's chest. Daniel's breathing was even again, but Jack could still feel the tension in his body.

"You don't have to be afraid." Jack barely breathed the words over Daniel's nipples. The skin raised in goose flesh.

"I can't see." Daniel fumbled a little in his cloth prison, demonstrating that he was properly tangled.

Jack smiled into Daniel's flesh, pressing against the skin. He could feel Daniel's heartbeat. It was a little fast, but steady.

"Danny, you got to trust me."

Daniel huffed. "One might assume that I do—given my current position." Daniel undulated and managed to force Jack off his chest.

Jack ran his hand up Daniel's clothed arm. He gripped his wrist. "You trust me when we’re like this, yeah." He ran his hand back down Daniel's arm. He grabbed the sweater and shirt and freed Daniel, knocking Daniel's glasses askew. "You need to trust me out there, too."

Daniel adjusted his glasses. "I'm not the only one having trust issues." He crossed his arms over his chest.

Jack got up off Daniel and rested his ass on the ground. He pulled his knees up, loosely hugging them. "What." He arched one eyebrow.

Daniel shook his head. "You didn't even give me a chance."

"Excuse me?" Jack clenched his fingers. "No. You had a chance to negotiate with Lotan and he made it damn clear that he wasn't stopping."

Daniel sat up and faced Jack. "I just needed more time. Which I think I pointed out." Daniel turned, grabbed his sweater and shirt, and started untangling them. "I don't know why I let you drag me out here." He freed his undershirt and pulled it up his arms. "Every time you feel the least bit bad about yourself, you find me, drag me out, and we do this." Daniel pulled the shirt over his head. "Aren't you tired of it?"

Jack furrowed his brow. "No." Daniel was tired of it?

Daniel sighed. "Jack. What are we doing?"

The dirt around Jack's feet was suddenly intensely interesting.

Daniel came over to Jack on his knees. He grabbed Jack's chin and lifted until Jack was looking into his eyes. "We don't have to define it, but—I just want to understand."

Jack snorted. "Yeah, because understanding this is easier."

Daniel brushed his lips against Jack's. He pulled back and they stared at each other for a moment. Daniel's lips looked fucked—it was this pouty little downward tug Daniel did when he wasn't getting quite what he wanted; exactly what he did after he and Jack did whatever the hell it was they were doing now.

They both lunged into another kiss, this one more passionate and less refined. Noses bumped, Daniel's glasses were entirely knocked off his face, tongues were in and out of mouths, and when they finally pulled back, both of their mouths were covered in each other's saliva. They panted for a long, hard moment.

Jack's mouth was dry, but the words once again surfaced in his mind. He closed his mouth and let the saliva pool for a moment. He was certain some of it was Daniel's and not his.

"I'm not ready for you to leave."

Daniel leaned over and bumped their foreheads together. "I'm not either." Daniel stroked Jack's hair. It was a simple gesture, but something about it was incredibly intimate. Jack closed his eyes. "It wouldn't have been any different if it had been Teal'c on the ship, or Sam. Or you." Daniel stroked Jack's head and back. His touch was reaffirming, strengthening. Jack felt himself letting go. He leaned into Daniel and for the first time in a long time, he let himself go. He let Daniel protect him.

"You would have waited. You wouldn't have pressed the button." Jack gagged, opening his eyes.

"Probably." Daniel put his other arm around Jack and just held him. "Why does that bother you?"

Daniel's light covering of arm hair looked gold in the soft light of the full moon. Jack gripped Daniel's forearm; he was so soft. Daniel's eyes were clear and full of so much more understanding than Jack could fathom. And Jack didn't have any answers. At least no answers he wanted to vocalize. So Jack kissed him. He kissed him again, and again, and again. Jack didn't know if he could ever answer Daniel's question. He just—he wanted to kiss Daniel forever.

Daniel grabbed Jack's forearms and pushed back, forcing Jack to stop his assault. "Jack." The statement was accompanied by Daniel's stop-being-an-ass eyes.

"I don't want you to leave, isn't that enough?" Jack grunted.

"That is so far from answering my question it's not in the same galaxy."

Jack shook his head. "They're related." Daniel's white flesh flashed in Jack's peripheral vision. "You don't have pants."

"You kind of took them off."

"Yeah." Daniel's thigh was smooth and solid—he was all lean muscle.

"Do you remember doing that?"

Jack blinked and tilted his head. "Sort of?"

Daniel smiled that earth-shatteringly perfect smile that meant that for the moment he had everything he wanted. "It's kind of cold."

"Yeah?" Jack pressed in, slowly leaning Daniel back. He kissed Daniel softly. Daniel immediately responded, looping his arms around Jack's back. Jack opened his mouth and pulled in Daniel's tongue, gently massaging it with his own. They allowed the kisses to build in intensity, taking their time. This was neater than the fast, passionate kisses from before. There was a reverence to it. If Jack was drunk, crazy, or under the influence of some alien drug, he might have said that it was about love.

He might have said that.

Daniel absently brought one hand back to scratch his neck. For a brief moment Jack's entire world existed in Daniel's long fingers moving against those taut muscles. Daniel's muscles tasted bitter from his soap. Inches from the skin they smelled like sandalwood and underneath that heavy smell was something else—a smell that Jack associated with books, the dark, and Daniel.

Jack kissed along Daniel's exposed throat, mentally cursing the fact that Daniel had partially dressed. The groan from Daniel probably meant that he was cursing the same fact. He tasted the skin, lightly licking up to Daniel's jaw. Salt with a slight bitterness; Jack wouldn't enjoy it in any other scenario.

Jack momentarily forgot about reverence and gripped Daniel's undershirt, gripping as much of the fabric as possible. Daniel arched into the touch, opening his mouth to release a soft sigh. Jack unclenched his fingers and moved down to Daniel's skin, pushing up the fabric and grabbing just above Daniel's hip.

"Lips." Daniel's voice was dry and cracked. Jack couldn’t deny such need.

The kissing became sloppy again—desperate, needy, perfect clumsiness. Daniel's hands held Jack tight against his mouth. Breathing was difficult, but Jack was pretty sure that Daniel was just as good as oxygen.

Jack ran his nails over Daniel's skin, making his way to Daniel's groin. He teased the coarse hair, tangling his fingers a bit. Daniel's clawed into Jack's back.

"Jack. Wasn't asking for—"

Jack ran his fingers along Daniel's penis. "I know." He kissed Daniel. "I need this, too."

Daniel nodded. "Need."

Jack loosely gripped Daniel's penis and gave a few languid strokes. Daniel's penis twitched, fully hard. Daniel leaned up, licking Jack's neck, sucking. He paused every few moments to gasp. Jack picked up the pace.

Daniel pushed up into each stroke. He panted, whimpered, blindly kissed Jack's face and lips. His fingers raked across Jack's back. Jack knew there would be marks. That thought just made him pump faster, harder.

Jack listened for the moan that let him know he was taking too long. The gasp that preceded Daniel's open-mouthed descent into bliss. Jack figured he was about ten strokes away from hearing it.

10—slow and squeezing tightly. Jack pulled on Daniel's skin, giving him the rough treatment he liked. Jack bit Daniel's lip to accentuate the sharp pain that Daniel moaned into.

9—slow again, this time gentle; it was exactly what Daniel didn't want at the moment—it was what they both needed.

8—all the way up and all the way down in a fraction of a second. Daniel gasped into Jack's mouth, momentarily taken by surprise.

7—another fast one, and Daniel moaned again like a little slut.

6—slow, but gentle. Daniel thrust a few quick times. "Friction," he grunted. Jack tongue-fucked Daniel's mouth, reaching in quick and deep.

5, 4, 3—all hard and in rapid succession. Judging by Daniel's mouth hanging open and the heavy breathing, Jack figured Daniel's active brain cells now numbered his own.

2—slow, slow, so very fucking slow. Jack sucked on Daniel's lower lip, tugging on it to mimic the hand job. Jack needed to give this to Daniel. He needed to make Daniel quiver with need, sob Jack's name, and understand how much it killed Jack to say that it was okay for Daniel to die.

Jack opened his mouth and his breath hitched in his throat. He blinked away blurred vision. In a moment of perfect clarity Jack understood that Daniel knew. He knew everything about Jack and he would never let on because Jack wanted to be impenetrable and Daniel was willing to let Jack keep that façade.

Daniel grabbed the sides of Jack's face and pulled him down for a kiss. He snaked his tongue along Jack's lower lip and then kissed and licked from his jaw line up to his ear. Daniel sucked on the earlobe, nibbling and biting in a way that made Jack see spots. Daniel moved down Jack's neck, pausing to suck and nibble. Jack absently worried about hickeys, but that thought was sucked out of his mind.

Jack sped up the hand job and heard Daniel's delicious moan. Daniel dropped his mouth open, his jaw working to open wider, wider. Hot breath hit Jack's shoulder in hard pants. Daniel's penis jerked, shooting cum over Jack's hand. Jack continued to pump, milking out the very last drops. The corners of Daniel's mouth tugged up into a sated smile. Jack couldn't help but lean over and kiss his nose.

The laughter came out of Daniel's eyes in crinkles. Jack kissed the crinkles.

Daniel licked his lips. "You need?"

Jack shook his head. He still had a hard-on in need, but something subtle had shifted—he just wanted this to be about Daniel.

Jack slowly pulled away, dropping a few closed-mouth kisses. He rubbed his thumb over Daniel's right eyebrow. He didn't get to touch him there often because of Daniel's glasses. It was unexplored.

Daniel's mouth tugged up into a smile. "What are you doing?" The question was whispered, which was just perfect.

"Just, ah." Jack was not going to be sentimental. "Nothing."

Daniel nodded, nuzzling Jack's neck briefly.

"I'm glad you're alive," Jack whispered.

Daniel blinked and looked over Jack's shoulder. "You know, I, uh, didn't."

Jack nodded and hefted himself off of Daniel. "About that. Yeah. Me too." Jack held a hand out to Daniel and helped him up. They dropped hands quickly.

"I do listen to you." Daniel bent over and pulled up his boxers and jeans.

Jack smiled as he picked up his shirt and slipped it on. He and Daniel avoided the other's eyes as they fumbled apologies. "I trust you."

"I know." Daniel stepped into Jack's personal space. "You have—difficult—decisions to make. And I don't always make those decisions any easier." Jack snorted. "I may not always be on board, but…"

Jack pulled him into a hug. "Danny."

Daniel kissed his cheek. "So, was there an actual invitation for beer and hockey or is that now just the code for sex?"

Jack smacked Daniel's ass as they turned towards the truck. He snatched up his jacket and fished in the pocket for his keys.

"One of these days we're doing this on a bed." Daniel rubbed his ass.

Jack reached for the door handle. He grinned, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Next time you almost die?"

Daniel looked at him over the cab. "Maybe before then?"

The smile deepened. "I'd like that."

They both climbed into the cab and Jack started the engine. As Jack navigated the dirt road, he considered all that had happened. He and Daniel had said a lot tonight, most of it was subtext, but what wasn't in their relationship? They would have some issues to discuss, things to work out, more subjects to dance around. And Jack was strangely looking forward to every session of bickering to come. He couldn't wait to get started.

He waited until he pulled out on to the main road.


"Mmm?" Daniel turned from the window. Moonlight filtered across Daniel's features, reflecting off his glasses and obscuring his eyes. Jack needed to see his eyes.

"I've been thinking—come here." Jack reached a hand over and pulled Daniel closer, stealing a quick kiss. Daniel shyly smiled and stayed leaned over. Perfect.

"Danny," Jack started again, "In a fight to the death, who would win—astronauts or cavemen?"

"What?" Daniel's rapid blinking was priceless.

Jack kept his tone curious, but inside he was laughing. "Astronauts or cavemen? Simple question."

Daniel covered his eyes with one hand. "That's what you've been thinking about."

Jack smirked. Daniel knew him well enough to know that wasn't what he'd been thinking about. "Sure. I mean, if the astronauts had weapons it could be a different story."

"If the astronauts had weapons?" Daniel sputtered for a moment. "Jack, you are a unique asset to mankind."

Jack flashed a grin. "Thank you." He turned left towards his house and settled his right arm behind Daniel's headrest. "Now answer the question."

Daniel shifted his eyes to the window and ground out, "Astronauts."

Jack grinned. Oh yeah, this was going to be a fun argument. And knowing Daniel's fervor for debate, they might be testing out the bed sooner than they thought.

~Comments and feedback are appreciated.
Current Mood: hornyhorny
James: JD: we're gay elven_wolf on March 19th, 2005 04:54 pm (UTC)
Loved it. Very hot and I do think you got the dialogue right on. Very subtextual throughout.
Em Dash: SG-1 Jack/Daniel Heaven theemdash on March 21st, 2005 10:23 pm (UTC)
Thanks! Glad to know that my first time writing slash was successful. And I'm glad you enjoyed the subtext; I felt it was in keeping with the theme of the show.

So, should I write more slash?
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Lisa Michelle: Jack sunglasses - jr_moon lmichelle599 on March 19th, 2005 06:06 pm (UTC)

I liked: "Daniel tasted like coffee. Jack wanted coffee." Nice images. :-)
Em Dash: Daniel Whomped theemdash on March 21st, 2005 10:24 pm (UTC)
Have to say that I rather enjoyed that image myself.

And not just the image of tasting Daniel. Though, that..... *drool*
Gee: Chance - photoshopranger packmentality on March 19th, 2005 09:23 pm (UTC)
Aha! Astronauts vs Cavemen! Jack watches too much television.

I really enjoyed this. The dialogue was perfect. And hot. Very hot.
Em Dash: SG-1 Jack/Daniel theemdash on March 21st, 2005 10:26 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it (and the dialogue).

I was wondering how many people would get that Astronauts vs. Cavemen reference. ;) Glad to see there's a few Angel/SG fans out there.

So, should I write more slash?
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Captain of the Innuendo Squad.: jack/daniel beautiful together (no text) brandinsbabe on March 20th, 2005 07:26 am (UTC)
this fic was so great! very angsty and worded very nicely

cavemen and astronauts!!! haha wasnt that from Angel!? loved that :)
Em Dash: SG-1 Jack/Daniel Unsexy theemdash on March 21st, 2005 10:29 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I was trying to lighten some of the angst--particularly through the astronauts and cavemen argument at the end. And yes, that was a reference to Angel in the episode "A Hole in the World." Sometimes Jack and Daniel's arguments remind me of Angel and Spike. And mostly I can't resist an homage to Joss Whedon. ;)

Glad you enjoyed it. Think I should keep writing slash?
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Painfully perky icarusancalion on March 23rd, 2005 08:21 pm (UTC)
You are an excellent writer. This may not come as a surprise to you, but your polish and experience shows in every line. It's rare that during a story I find one line after another that is so dead-on for the characters and the moment that I wanted to copy half the text to tell you how much I liked it.

But at a certain point I grew so wrapped up in the story I didn't bother. These two moments stood out before I gave up the ghost and flowed into the story:

"I don't hate you." So very Daniel, to have his mind still intact.

Daniel was just—Daniel. Beautiful, or some other sentimental crap was not going to cross Jack's mind. Oh yes, Jack's determination, so very Jack.

This was the perfect combination of hot sex, determined denial and understanding. And I very rarely review, and even more rarely give unqualified reviews.

Then that last note - is this about sex or is there still beer and pizza? Excuse me while I crack up. Then Jack's out of the blue (and so strange and yet so dead on) argument... snicker. Surprisingly, that tells us more about the relationship than the more obvious moments. They love this about each other, how they challenge each other, keep each other on a cutting edge. It's very masculine and aggressive of both of them, and I think your observation here is so very right.

There's a layer of subtlety there that has me very impressed.

What else have you written?


The perfect combination of hot sex, determined denial and understanding.

Em Dash: SG-1 Jack/Daniel Squeeze theemdash on March 23rd, 2005 09:45 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I need to take a moment to bask in your extremely complimentary and ego-enlarging praise. ;)

Then Jack's out of the blue (and so strange and yet so dead on) argument... snicker.

I have to admit, I stole the argument from Joss Whedon. It appeared in the episode "A Hole in the World" from Angel. But it is the perfect nonsensical argument for Jack and Daniel to embrace.

Surprisingly, that tells us more about the relationship than the more obvious moments.

I think so. There's a push/pull between them, but also mutual respect. I think a lot of fic writers forget that (and the fact that they're both men and are therefore masculine). I'm glad that message came through (what with all the subtlety).

Thanks for taking the time to review. I have a feeling that you probably review as I do--when a story really strikes me as being something special and I have to say something. So your comments really mean quite a bit.

This is (so far) my only piece of slash, but I do have a few other SG fics. All my SG fics are here. And I am working on a few other things. It's been a while since I embraced fanfic, but Jack and Daniel are just too good to pass up.
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Amalthia amothea on March 24th, 2005 10:24 am (UTC)
Just writing to say I liked the story. :)

thanks for sharing
Em Dash: SG-1 Jack/Daniel Heaven theemdash on March 25th, 2005 03:07 am (UTC)
Glad you liked it!
akasha_lilian: flagpole akasha_lilian on March 26th, 2005 03:37 pm (UTC)
Roadie directed me to your fic. Liked it a lot, especially the argument Jack initiates at the end about astronauts and cavemen! *still giggles* So great story! =)
Em Dash: SG-1 Jack/Daniel Heaven theemdash on March 26th, 2005 03:58 pm (UTC)
Thanks! Roadie's so kind to share. ;)

I couldn't resist throwing in an Angel reference with that argument. I admit it; I'm a fandom whore.

Glad you liked it!
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yayaness16 yayaness16 on March 26th, 2005 07:22 pm (UTC)

It's interesting how fast Daniel can hop up and go from an unfinished handjob. lol. Must mean more to him than just sex. ::grin::

I loved this by the way. Did i say that? And you should soOoO continue the argument all the way to the bedroom! hehe.

This CANNOT be your first slash?!?! It was too fucking hot! :)
Em Dash: SG-1 Jack/Daniel Unsexy theemdash on March 26th, 2005 07:54 pm (UTC)
This CANNOT be your first slash?!?! It was too fucking hot! :)

Um, thanks. ;) It actually is my first slash fic. For some reason I told myself that I wouldn't write slash, but then I met Jack and Daniel and couldn't resist. ;) I've been reading slash fic for quite a while, so I had some idea of what I was doing.

Glad you enjoyed it. It should please you to know that I'm writing more.

It's interesting how fast Daniel can hop up and go from an unfinished handjob. lol. Must mean more to him than just sex

*snicker* I considered mentioning something about the "intense pain of the unfinished handjob," but decided it might be distracting. *snort* So excellent that someone else noticed, though.

Thanks again for commenting!
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Apple Slut: think unsexy roadrunner1896 on March 28th, 2005 12:22 am (UTC)
I finally made it, do I get a cookie now? ;)

I really enjoyed reading it. And the sex wasn’t as bad as I feared it would be after all the trouble you seemed to have had with it. Even though I can see how you lost the sex track and got caught up in their talking/thinking/arguing and couldn't make them get back to the sex. I think in the end you did a good job balancing both to make it a believable and enjoyable scene. And with a bit of practise I am sure this will be easier for you to handle.

I've been a bit surprised that you have written more from Jack's point of view (or have been in his head more, I should not write feedback or anything at two in the morning). Well, at least that is how it came across to me. But it totally makes more sense for that scene than the other way around and even though it is a long time ago since I watched the episode, I could see certain scenes from it inside my head and I could feel with Jack.

I also liked that even though this was about control and power that non of the two of them really controlled the other or had power over the other. Even though it seemed like Jack was being the dominant one you made it clear with the "I let you do it" line, that he actually wasn't. And then the next one with the pushing and making sure Danny wasn't really seriously injured. Really great how you turned the familiar fighting with words between the two of them into a physical thing and didn't make one of them the "winner". Well, except for the part, where Daniel wins and Jack doesn't. ;) But Jack choose to not to.

And thanks for putting all my little kinks in this. Licking, sucking, biting and especially earlope nibbling. Though Danny’s ear has to be nibbled at. Not Jack’s. Jack does not have pr0ny ears. You should keep that in mind for the next time. ;p

There were a lot of lines that had me giggle or that I liked very much, but it is too late to re-read and pick them out now. And you know how long it took me to read this the first time. So just a few that I liked:

I enjoyed the "I should almost die more often" cause seriously, that would mean like every second day or so. Teehee. Poor Danny. *snuggles him*

I also loved the "Daniel was just—Daniel. Beautiful, or some other sentimental crap was not going to cross Jack's mind." line, cause for some reason this seems to be way overused in recent slash fics. Or I just read the wrong fics at the moment. Anyway, I got a bit annoyed by it. Even more so when they give each other silly petnames and use them throughout the whole fic.

And of course you now that I am in love with the Cavemen vs. Astronauts debate. Teehee. I knew Jack would turn out to be a major Angel/Spike shipper one day. What with all the tv he always watches. *gg*

To make it short:

1. You need to write more.
2. Daniel isn't licking his lips half as often as I wish he did on the show. I was shocked. (Not that I am just in the middle of fast forwarding through 8 Seasons of it to satisfy my licking fetish or something *mischievous smile*)
3. You need to write more.

And did I mention you need to write more? ;) *snuggles you lots*

Wow, this turned out longer than I expected. Do I get a cookie now? *snuggles you*
Em Dash: SG-1 Jack/Daniel Heaven theemdash on March 28th, 2005 03:15 am (UTC)
I promise to make cookies when you come to visit. ;) Thank you for the very thorough feedback. This is way more than I expected, honey.

Yeah--Jack and Daniel just weren't being cooperative, but I think it worked out much better in the end. Also it's encouraging me to "make my own timeline" and write a series that is sort of connected, but also stand alone fics. I'm working on one right now that's supposed to be their first time getting together. Right now it's set after "The Gamekeeper," but that might change. It'll be somewhere during early Season 2, though--I know that.

I've been a bit surprised that you have written more from Jack's point of view

I've noticed that I keep doing that, too. I don't know why. I guess I'm just in a Jack mood right now. *shrug* It's okay, I thought of a fic today from Daniel's POV, so I'll get back to my cutie soon. I like getting in his pants head.

non of the two of them really controlled the other or had power over the other

Thanks! I don't think either of them is dominant. They both win some and lose some and I want that to be clear. Also, I don't think there's a "bitch." They're equals and that's the most important thing about their relationship.

Though Danny’s ear has to be nibbled at.

Check! I'll keep that in mind.

cause for some reason this seems to be way overused in recent slash fics.

Right there with you. Sometimes I like for Jack and Daniel to be all lovey, but there are times it goes too far; and really, there has to be more fics out there with the two of them acting like men rather than de-balled hermaphrodites. :P Oh, and Daniel's not a woman.

Jack totally slashes Angel/Spike. ;)

I'll write more, honey--don't you worry. *hands over a cookie and snuggles*

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stellahobbit on April 10th, 2005 04:12 am (UTC)
Very, very nice. I like the way we know they've done something similar before, but you still get across the feeling of a first time.
Em Dash: Daniel Con theemdash on April 10th, 2005 11:30 am (UTC)
Thank you for noticing! That's exactly what it is. I have a very specific time line in mind, and you're right--they've done this before but this time is different. I'll have to write some of the tags leading up to this, huh? ;)

Thanks for reading and commenting!
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JaneDavitt: jackshoulderbypax89 janedavitt on September 28th, 2005 12:53 pm (UTC)
Can I guess you'd just seen a certain Angel episode? Love the reference and I can just imagine them arguing over it for hours!

This fic did a great job of addressing the issue without coming up with a neat solution; it's enough that they both talked about it. Loved the way Jack slowly crumbled from his hard stance at the beginning to how he was later on.
Em Dash: SG-1 Jack/Daniel theemdash on September 28th, 2005 01:06 pm (UTC)
Can I guess you'd just seen a certain Angel episode? Love the reference and I can just imagine them arguing over it for hours!

I think in Joss Whedon--that's not a bad thing! ;)

As I was writing this fic, I kept thinking of that argument and I finally realized that it's exactly what Jack and Daniel are always arguing about. So while it's a funny nonsensical moment, it has a lot of depth to it.

I kind of want to revise this one. I think it gets too light towards the end and Jack's a little melodramatic at the beginning. This was my first slash piece, so I was more worried about the slash and not paying as much attention (as I normally do) to the underlying story.

Plus, I just know I can make this one better.

This fic did a great job of addressing the issue without coming up with a neat solution; it's enough that they both talked about it.

I agree. This isn't something they're going to solve. Evnetually they'll come to an understanding (but in my opinion, not until Season 7), but even that understanding has limitations.

It's possible I think about this too much...
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TB: j/d unspoken-nevskaya teddibear on March 20th, 2006 02:55 am (UTC)
This was PERFECT. Fabulous post ep tag for that ep. I loved the banter, the arguing, the anger, the unspoken emotion, the much needed smut which was so much more than JUST release, and the non stop talking. SO VERY THEM. The imagery is just brilliant. You can actually see them in that field going at it like angry, hungry, horny rabbits who are just too damn afraid to admit they are in love and don't want to lose each other. It's so very male and animalistic and even Jack's rough manhandling of Danny is necessary. Thankfully he realizes just what he's doing and changes the tempo. I love that Danny gives as good as he gets though. And the dialogue! Some of it you could just SEE them saying and when Jack describes how sarcastic and mean Daniel can be, it's so true. Also loved Jack's thinly veiled threats, like the thing in the conference room and then later in the car. But I love how Danny doesn't back down. How he knows this is what they both need so he eggs Jack on and just quietly understands until he gets what he really wants. Maybe the possibility to do this thing for real. So them indeed. And the emotion is palpalble. There's that undercurrent of anger but mixed in with lust, love, and real genuine angst, sadness, and worry. For both of them. Describes their relationship to a T. Especially in season 4. *guh*

Yeah, I REALLY loved this. Very nicely done.

TB: dr j's diary psychotic-exitmusic__ teddibear on March 20th, 2006 03:20 am (UTC)
Ok since Icarus had the same idea, here was where I wanted to start copying and pasting...

""My issue?" Jack embraced his issue. He picked his issue up, tucked it in his pocket, and fed it little bits of chocolate. "What does that mean?"

"I don't know!" Daniel unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. "You're insane, you know that?" He slammed the door.

The first bit about the issue and embracing it and feeding it chocolate? Oh too funny. And then the argument itself? So reminiscent of them in One False Step when Daniel does his dance of indignity. In fact I could see him screaming, "I DON'T KNOW!" in the same tone of voice. And then the, "you're insane, you know that?" *snicker* So Daniel. SOOOOOOOO Daniel.

So um yeah. Dialogue, spot. fucking. on. Definitely write more slash. Yes definitely. You have their voices down to a t. Indeed.
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you can kiss me (because we're older).: SGA: kind of like afghanistan. endora_taylor on July 28th, 2006 05:16 am (UTC)
omg. my brain is all mushy right now. proper feedback is impossible. :D
Em Dash: SG-1 Jack/Daniel theemdash on July 28th, 2006 10:06 am (UTC)
*laughs* Well, thanks. ;)
Sûlien sulien on August 11th, 2006 01:47 pm (UTC)
To quote Jack, Holy Buckets! "Scorched Earth" is a hard episode for me to watch, just because I can see both sides of the problem so well (as I'm certain most people can, or so I hope). Not to mention the order Jack gives to do what amounts to killing Daniel.

I'm afraid I didn't get the astronauts vs. cavemen reference. I'm in the process of watching the DVDs of season 5 of Angel and haven't gotten to "A Hole in the World" yet. I've seen that ep once, when it was first aired, but I can't for the life of me remember that bit. I think I was entirely too focused on losing Fred, who was my favorite character in Angel (besides Spike).

And now I think I am off for a very, VERY cold shower! That scene was hot, hot, hot! :-D
Ashley: [SG1] Daniel - omg getaway_machine on April 27th, 2008 09:05 pm (UTC)
"In a fight to the death, who would win—astronauts or cavemen?"

BWAHAHAHA I love you so hard.

Also? Note to self: Should not read Em's fic while at work. . .

Edited to say: Somewhere in this comment I meant to also mention how much I loved this. But I fail, so I figured it was just assumed. :P

Edited at 2008-04-27 09:06 pm (UTC)
Em Dash: Daniel Sex Please theemdash on April 30th, 2008 12:42 am (UTC)
Heh heh . . . hey, if I'm going to steal something, I should steal from the best. ;)

And yes, many of my fics should not be read while you're at work. Unless that massage parlor has started giving happy endings.