Those Who Cannot Hear the Drums
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brainofckTitle: Those Who Cannot Hear the Drums
Author:muck_a_luck, posting in brainofck
Pairing: Shades of Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill/Teal'c
Rating: G (zats_clear says this is G in only "the strictest sense" of the rating. So maybe PG-13 for adult themes?)
Summary: To those who cannot hear the drums, the drummer seems mad…
Content/warnings: None
Words: 862
Disclaimer: If anybody is planning a script like this for SG-1, I'm certainly not going to claim any rights to it. However, I'd be delighted to work in a co-writing/consulting/first-reader/advisory-type capacity, with my fee to be negotiated at that time. :D
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only.muck_a_luck and brainofck
The wise woman told him the dance was like playing drums all around him. In the sky with his hands, in the earth with his feet, around him in the trees and stones with his hips and knees and elbows and shoulders and then with his hands again in all directions.
"To those who cannot hear the drums," she told him, "the drummer seems mad – driven insane by the ecstasy of the dance."
The sweat was rolling off of him. It flew in droplets from his hair as he rolled his head from side to side in rhythm with the pounding drums. His feet beat upon the earth or kicked out into the drums on either side of him. He arched backwards, seeking the drums behind his shoulders. His hips undulated, finding the responding throbbing in all the world around him. He reached high into the sky…
"Daniel, what the hell are you doing?!?!"
Daniel whirled, startled, blinking at Teal'c and Jack standing in the doorway of the gym. Jack had his helmet and gloves on, ready for another boxing session with his mostfrustrating amusing opponent.
Daniel's face flooded hot in embarrassment to be caught. He went to the television and the wild, discordant, percussive strings and flutes were shut off with a click. He struggled to bring his rapid breathing under control, willing himself to calm, as he turned to face them again.
"Ecstatic dancing," he replied to Jack's question, still breathless. "Colonel Reynolds suggested I needed more cardio in my workouts."
"Cardio means running, Daniel. Maybe some work on the rowing machine."
Jack's remarks lacked the usual pointed sting. The sarcasm that belonged there was completely missing. Jack's mouth seemed to be on auto pilot. His eyes were not on Daniel's face at all, and Daniel realized he was looking at Daniel's chest - his smooth, nearly hairless chest, lightly coated with the sheen of his exertions, and right now a droplet from his sweating forehead had freed itself to run down Daniel's neck and over his right pec. He could feel Jack's eyes following it more distinctly than he could feel the tickle of the water against his skin.
Daniel blinked in surprise at Jack's obvious show of lust. Behind him, Teal'c seemed ruffled, the usually stoic and direct gaze fixed somewhere to Daniel's left.
With growing confidence, Daniel deliberately turned his back on them, lifting his arms to flex his broad shoulders and strong back as he laced his fingers into his wet hair, pushing it back from his face, fluffing it away from his overheated scalp. He breathed deeply in unaffected relief as cool air followed his fingers. He could feel a pair of rivulets tracking down his back in an asymmetrical pair of streaks that slipped down his spine, lower and lower, until they trickled into the cleft well below his belt. The gazes of Jack and Teal'c following those drops made his skin feel even hotter.
"Aerobic dance is more fun than running," Daniel replied.
He bent to retrieve his shirt from where he had thrown it away, folding deep at the waist, flaunting the flexibility of his hamstrings, knowing the display would not be lost on either of his observers. He knew bending would also pull tight the seat of the BDUs that he had not bothered to change before he began to dance, outlining his slender hips and his buttocks for their view.
Group showers meant that nearly everyone all knew what Daniel had underneath his clothes. He didn't know why they seemed surprised to notice this now. It was probably the effect of partial nudity in an unexpected venue, he mused to himself. Surprise combined with the products of their own imaginations.
Or maybe they just liked a half-naked soldier with his boots on. Daniel smirked a little to himself while they couldn't see.
He remained more bent over than strictly necessary to remove the trance dance DVD from the set on the low table in the corner.
"Yeah, well, I don't think that was dancing. That looked more like some kind of seizure. I was about to call Fraiser." That sounded like Jack was recovering some of his composure, though the comments still lacked their usual punch.
Daniel turned around and smiled his shyest smile, giving them the baby blues from under salt-moist lashes. It was a shame the full effect was probably lost due to the salt spots on his glasses. "I thought I was the only one around here this late."
"No, DanielJackson. That is not the case. You and I discussed my plans to suggest that O'Neill spar with me in the gym after the return of SG-11.
"Oh. I guess we did."
He wrapped the DVD in his sweaty shirt and smiled at them again, a lot less shyly this time.
"I need a shower," he stated, brushing just a little too close to them as he passed them where they had stopped almost completely blocking the door. "See you guys later."
Maybe it was madness he thought to himself, still feeling the drums in his sternum and pelvis as he sauntered away down the hall.
If you're interested, all my stories, in order, from one page. Also, my fiction recommendations.
Author:
muck_a_luck, posting in brainofckPairing: Shades of Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill/Teal'c
Rating: G (
zats_clear says this is G in only "the strictest sense" of the rating. So maybe PG-13 for adult themes?)Summary: To those who cannot hear the drums, the drummer seems mad…
Content/warnings: None
Words: 862
Disclaimer: If anybody is planning a script like this for SG-1, I'm certainly not going to claim any rights to it. However, I'd be delighted to work in a co-writing/consulting/first-reader/advisory-type capacity, with my fee to be negotiated at that time. :D
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only.
muck_a_luck and brainofckThe wise woman told him the dance was like playing drums all around him. In the sky with his hands, in the earth with his feet, around him in the trees and stones with his hips and knees and elbows and shoulders and then with his hands again in all directions.
"To those who cannot hear the drums," she told him, "the drummer seems mad – driven insane by the ecstasy of the dance."
The sweat was rolling off of him. It flew in droplets from his hair as he rolled his head from side to side in rhythm with the pounding drums. His feet beat upon the earth or kicked out into the drums on either side of him. He arched backwards, seeking the drums behind his shoulders. His hips undulated, finding the responding throbbing in all the world around him. He reached high into the sky…
"Daniel, what the hell are you doing?!?!"
Daniel whirled, startled, blinking at Teal'c and Jack standing in the doorway of the gym. Jack had his helmet and gloves on, ready for another boxing session with his most
Daniel's face flooded hot in embarrassment to be caught. He went to the television and the wild, discordant, percussive strings and flutes were shut off with a click. He struggled to bring his rapid breathing under control, willing himself to calm, as he turned to face them again.
"Ecstatic dancing," he replied to Jack's question, still breathless. "Colonel Reynolds suggested I needed more cardio in my workouts."
"Cardio means running, Daniel. Maybe some work on the rowing machine."
Jack's remarks lacked the usual pointed sting. The sarcasm that belonged there was completely missing. Jack's mouth seemed to be on auto pilot. His eyes were not on Daniel's face at all, and Daniel realized he was looking at Daniel's chest - his smooth, nearly hairless chest, lightly coated with the sheen of his exertions, and right now a droplet from his sweating forehead had freed itself to run down Daniel's neck and over his right pec. He could feel Jack's eyes following it more distinctly than he could feel the tickle of the water against his skin.
Daniel blinked in surprise at Jack's obvious show of lust. Behind him, Teal'c seemed ruffled, the usually stoic and direct gaze fixed somewhere to Daniel's left.
With growing confidence, Daniel deliberately turned his back on them, lifting his arms to flex his broad shoulders and strong back as he laced his fingers into his wet hair, pushing it back from his face, fluffing it away from his overheated scalp. He breathed deeply in unaffected relief as cool air followed his fingers. He could feel a pair of rivulets tracking down his back in an asymmetrical pair of streaks that slipped down his spine, lower and lower, until they trickled into the cleft well below his belt. The gazes of Jack and Teal'c following those drops made his skin feel even hotter.
"Aerobic dance is more fun than running," Daniel replied.
He bent to retrieve his shirt from where he had thrown it away, folding deep at the waist, flaunting the flexibility of his hamstrings, knowing the display would not be lost on either of his observers. He knew bending would also pull tight the seat of the BDUs that he had not bothered to change before he began to dance, outlining his slender hips and his buttocks for their view.
Group showers meant that nearly everyone all knew what Daniel had underneath his clothes. He didn't know why they seemed surprised to notice this now. It was probably the effect of partial nudity in an unexpected venue, he mused to himself. Surprise combined with the products of their own imaginations.
Or maybe they just liked a half-naked soldier with his boots on. Daniel smirked a little to himself while they couldn't see.
He remained more bent over than strictly necessary to remove the trance dance DVD from the set on the low table in the corner.
"Yeah, well, I don't think that was dancing. That looked more like some kind of seizure. I was about to call Fraiser." That sounded like Jack was recovering some of his composure, though the comments still lacked their usual punch.
Daniel turned around and smiled his shyest smile, giving them the baby blues from under salt-moist lashes. It was a shame the full effect was probably lost due to the salt spots on his glasses. "I thought I was the only one around here this late."
"No, DanielJackson. That is not the case. You and I discussed my plans to suggest that O'Neill spar with me in the gym after the return of SG-11.
"Oh. I guess we did."
He wrapped the DVD in his sweaty shirt and smiled at them again, a lot less shyly this time.
"I need a shower," he stated, brushing just a little too close to them as he passed them where they had stopped almost completely blocking the door. "See you guys later."
Maybe it was madness he thought to himself, still feeling the drums in his sternum and pelvis as he sauntered away down the hall.
If you're interested, all my stories, in order, from one page. Also, my fiction recommendations.
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Date: 2009-06-28 12:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-28 02:47 pm (UTC)*with chocolate*
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Date: 2009-06-28 02:47 pm (UTC)and they can see Daniel smirking in the reflection of the mirror!
you have such a way with words...
*follows Kaz to that inappropriate place and shoves her over to make room*
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Date: 2009-06-28 03:01 pm (UTC)Hey! *gives you put upon look that Daniel would appreciate*
Now I need two pictures of Daniel to play with, because now I want an icon of him with long hair and sweaty in just a tanktop and muscled up.
And I'm totally blaming this story too...
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Date: 2009-06-28 07:00 pm (UTC)::recalls your previous entry::
Yeah, that typo was completely appropriate. :D
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Date: 2009-06-29 02:46 am (UTC)Are Jack and Teal'c going to skip the boxing session and head straight to the showers? :-D
Because hot!Daniel is HAWT.
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Date: 2009-06-29 12:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-29 04:09 pm (UTC)