Adjustments, Part 4
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brainofckTitle: Adjustments, Part 4
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muck_a_luck, posting in brainofck
Pairing: Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill, DJ/JO/T, DJ/SG-5
Rating: NC-17
Summary: This story is a close cousin of Metamorphosis, except in this story, Daniel really has changed into a woman.
Content/warnings: Het content.
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
NOTE: I have been informed by some early readers that this is some sort of conspiracy. Het disguised as slash. I must protest and point to the disclaimer that I have, in fact, warned for het. :) Please heed that warning, particularly for the next two segments. Here be smut, and it's got breasts and other girl parts in it. :p
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Adjustments, Part 1
Adjustments, Part 2
Adjustments, Part 3
Being back on SG-1 finally should have been a return to normalcy. Except it wasn't. In his briefings, Daniel stood across the table from a cool, dead-eyed Jack, who listened patiently, quietly, and professionally to Daniel's lecture - not one joke, immature comment or gusty sigh to be heard.
Nothing.
And Jack still wasn't looking at him. Daniel hated that. Hated how Jack's eyes would slide away just over his shoulder, or to one of their colleagues. But never quite looking at Daniel.
They couldn't go on like this. They were friends. Daniel couldn't lose someone as important as Jack over something that wasn't his fault.
But the day Daniel got the nerve to try to actually talk to Jack, try to force the issue, Jack was out of the room as soon as they were dismissed, and lost in the tunnels of the complex before Daniel could catch up with him.
He swore so loudly that a passing airman looked up, startled. Luckily, he didn't speak goa'uld, or he might have fainted dead away, Daniel thought, rolling his eyes.
"Daniel!" Sam called from behind him, catching him up. "Get some lunch with me?"
Daniel couldn't understand why Sam insisted on bringing their trays back to his office.
"So why can't we talk in the mess?" he asked as they settled down across the lab table from each other.
He reached for his glass.
"Put it down," Sam warned him. He sighed in annoyance. Obviously she didn't want him to snort his soda. This couldn't be a good sign.
"You need to talk to Janet about birth control," she announced.
"No, I definitely don't," said Daniel with a laugh, reaching for his glass in relief, knowing he was safe after all.
"Yes, you do, Daniel," she insisted. "We're going out in the field."
"Which suggests I need to worry about birth control even less," he replied, starting on his sandwich.
She shook her head.
"And what happens if we meet a bunch of hostiles, the mission goes bad, and you fall into the hands of the enemy. Ugly reality of combat for the female soldier. Rape is always a real, nasty possibility."
Daniel hesitated mid-chew. Then tried to go on fearlessly.
"Rape is a real possibility for every prisoner," he tried, but he already knew she was right.
"When was the last time we were captured and the first thing you worried about was the nearest Jaffa's dick?" Sam replied calmly. "Plus, even if a guy does get raped, he's not going to get pregnant from it. Extra bonus of being a woman."
The conversation was turning Daniel's stomach. He set his sandwich down carefully and forced himself to swallow.
"Not to mention," Sam continued, "that if it were ever a decision for me between using my 'feminine wiles' to stay alive a few hours longer and maybe get rescued, I'd like to be able to choose between rape and death without having to add in the possibility of having a little Jaffa baby in nine months."
"OK, OK, I get it," Daniel muttered. "We have two days. I'll talk to Janet this afternoon."
And so, with his new Ortho Evera patch on the same hip as his Beretta, wearing his new broken-in boots and women's underwear, with his boonie and a lot of sunscreen, he stepped through the Stargate with SG-1 again. And it was great.
Though he really, really hated being the shortest.
It was good to be in the field again. Good to get lost in work again. Oddly, working again made it easier to ignore all the changes. Ignore Jack's distance, despite the fact that he spent so much time with him. Ignore his own new body, despite it's new impact on diplomacy and his performance under fire. Doing these things that he loved let him rise above it all and just be himself again.
But on the edges of this new level of personal adjustment, Daniel knew that the team was suffering. Jack hadn't just shut down to Daniel. He extended the same cool, professionalism to Teal'c, as well. Something was going on there, Daniel was sure of it. Teal'c didn't give much away, but people who knew Teal'c well knew how to read his body and facial expressions and Daniel knew Teal'c as well as anyone but Bra'tac. Teal'c and Jack had been fighting over something. It wasn't resolved. Teal'c was angry, and so was Jack. Daniel suspected it had something to do with himself, but he tried not to be so self-absorbed. If they weren't going to mention it to him, they could work it out for themselves.
And so things settled down. Missions. Briefings. Work. All more or less like it used to be.
Just with more evenings hanging out with Janet and Sam.
And completely without Jack.
"So anyway, I was hoping maybe it would look familiar to you," said Daniel. Teal'c trailed him through the door to his office. Daniel swooped around the desk in full discovery mode. He had found what he thought was the key to that stupid puzzle he had worked on his first day back, in a new parchment SG-11 had found in their latest dig, but he wasn't familiar with the dialect. He was anxious for Teal'c to see it. Daniel was sure they would have the puzzle solved by the end of the day.
But his desk wasn't as he had left it.
The parchment was right there, carefully unrolled and mounted, with plexi-glass over the top. But sitting on top of the protective cover were two boxes. One, about the size of a shirt box, wrapped. The second, a heart-shaped box of chocolates. On top was a single coral-colored rose. And a card.
Daniel blinked at the stack of gifts stupidly.
"It would appear you have an admirer," said Teal'c with the glimmer of a smile.
"Huh. Um. Yeah," Daniel replied. He sat down on the stool and stared at the items.
"Shall I?" asked Teal'c, amusement in his voice now, as he reached for the card.
Daniel snatched it away before Teal'c could see. If Capt. Whyte had lost his mind, Daniel certainly didn't want word to get back to Jack.
God, what if it's Jack, he thought irrationally. He put the card in the breast pocket of his BDUs and shoved the chocolates aside. He would put off the bad news by opening the present. Teal'c raised a disapproving eyebrow.
Daniel slipped his fingers under the tape and pulled the paper off the box. He lifted the lid and folded back the tissue paper.
He dropped it back onto the table, feeling a little faint.
Teal'c gently lifted the fabric from the box.
"He seems to have confused you with Major Carter," Teal'c said solemnly. He shook out the folds and held out a delicate cotton sundress. White with an all-over pattern of twining ivy and roses. It had broad straps that would fall to cap his shoulders. The cut of the bust looked modest, low enough to show some skin, but probably no cleavage, with a scalloped neckline to emphasize curves but reveal little. The bodice was princess seamed and the skirt was full.
"He's a fucking idiot, if he thinks I'm putting that on," Daniel muttered. He finally pulled the card from his pocket and stared at it hard before taking a deep breath and flipping it open.
He stormed into Sam's lab, the box of candy crushed into the box with the dress, so all that he appeared to carry under his arm was a plain white package.
Teal'c was still following him quietly. His posture had changed, from scholarly colleague and amateur linguist to bodyguard. He'd always found it both disturbing and reassuring when Teal'c did that. Jack did it, too, the quick switch, but Jack never really started at scholarly colleague, so it was less noticeable.
Daniel thumped the gifts down onto the worktable next to Sam's computer and lay the card on the keyboard
"I'm no expert on the relationships between male and female military personnel. If you got this card, what would you think?" he asked.
Sam eyed the box curiously, but picked up the card and read it.
"SG-5?!" she exclaimed.
Daniel hushed her in a panic, watching Teal'c out of the corner of his eye.
"Would you keep it down?! So what would you think?"
"I'd think I just got invited to provide sexual services to the entire unit. You can't tell me you missed the subtle invitation," she said. She was scowling. She pushed back the lid on the box.
"So what do I do? Is this going to be a problem?"
"What you do is you tell them 'no' in no uncertain terms. You've got to be sure they understand there's no chance in hell, or you're never going to hear the end of this."
"But that's it, right?"
Sam shrugged.
"Probably. I might be more worried in a different command, but the SGC's small, the personnel are elite, and in general we're probably too closely monitored for it to be more than an annoyance."
Daniel slumped into the other computer chair, only to notice that Teal'c was gone.
He swore and jumped up, grabbing the box as he left.
Teal'c caught Jack hard by the arm as Jack passed him going in the other direction.
"Please accompany me, O'Neill," he said, in his most menacing voice. Daniel was far behind them and Teal'c was moving in a fury. He didn't want to draw attention to himself by running flat out after them. He scowled and tried to keep up at least.
"What's up, T?" Jack asked lightly, falling easily into step with the Jaffa.
"It might be best if you did not know the details. All I require is your presence."
"When we get there, should I go for a dangerous-killer-type expression? Or are we good cop, bad cop today?"
"Cold and deadly might be most appropriate."
They were two corners ahead of him now, though Daniel could hear Jack's amused comments and Teal'c's angry, measured replies drifting back to him.
Then he lost them.
"Wow. Dr. Jackson didn't strike me as the type to run and tattle. It was just a couple of small presents and a friendly offer."
Daniel had found them again. He was standing outside Col. Harper's office, but Jack and Teal'c had beaten him there. Now he didn't know what to do. He jumped at the feel of a hand on his shoulder.
It was Sam. She shook her head at him.
"Now that they've started, let them work it out," she whispered. "Do you really want to have to pick a side in there, or have a fight with the colonel and Teal'c in front of Harper? Just let them beat their chests. Then you can have a civilized conversation with Harper and you can kick our guys' asses later.
Daniel leaned against the wall. He'd missed Teal'c's response.
"Well, then who are you to come in here and speak for him?" Harper sounded angry.
"Major Carter advises that you must be informed in no uncertain terms that DanielJackson is not interested in your advances. Therefore I am here in the capacity of the person who is going to separate your overactive private parts from the rest of your body if you approach DanielJackson again. You would do well to accept that as an unequivocal rejection," Teal'c rumbled in reply.
"And what about you, Jack? Are you going to stand there and let a man under your command threaten a fellow officer?"
"He's a foreign civilian military advisor," Jack said mildly. Daniel could almost hear the shrug. "Technically, T's not subordinate to me. Though officer to officer, I feel like I should say that you really need to work on relationship-building with the civilian staff."
"Dr. Jackson's under a lot of stress. We were only trying to be friendly. No harm intended."
"I'm sure that's the case," Jack replied.
"So what are you doing here, then, if you're not backing your alien buddy?"
"I'm here to tell you not to fuck with my archaeologist," Jack said mildly.
Daniel wanted to scream in frustration. But his heart was skipping beats. He was going to blame that on adrenaline. It had nothing to do with being "Jack's" anything.
Daniel and Sam ducked out of the way as Teal'c and Jack strode out of the room.
"You want me to come in with you?" Sam asked tentatively, after they had stood there pressed into the alcove for a few minutes.
"Hmmmm?" Daniel replied distractedly. "Oh! No, I'd rather do this myself, actually. Your name's already come up. I don't want to make this any worse than it already is. I just want to give the guy a couple of minutes. I'd be pretty shaken up if Teal'c had just threatened to rip my balls off."
Sam chuckled.
"Well, then, I'm going back to work."
"You don't want to back me up when I go to Jack's office?"
"Nope," she said definitely. "Let's not turn this into the girls against the boys. If you go on your own, it can be boys only."
"Yeah, right," said Daniel. He shut his eyes and let his head rest back against the wall as he listened to Sam's light steps retreating down the hall.
He stood there a long time. Then he gritted his teeth and knocked on Harper's door.
After a long hunt, he finally found Teal'c and Jack boxing. That meant Jack was pissed about something. And maybe Teal'c was, too. The Jaffa looked like he was landing the punches a little harder than usual.
As the doors opened, the two fighters turned to see who had come in. They paused for breath when they saw it was him. Daniel looked at Teal'c.
"I cannot believe you did that to me," he said quietly.
"I did what needed to be done for your protection, DanielJackson."
He turned to Jack.
"And I cannot believe you let him do it. Not to mention that you helped."
"Daniel, a unit of Marines invited you to a gang bang. I think we did the right thing."
Daniel was quickly going from angry and embarrassed to completely furious.
"Jack. They gave me candy, a dress and a rose, not flavored condoms, a corset, and handcuffs," he snarled. "I can handle the candy and cards threats without backup, thanks."
"Major Carter said the refusal must be without doubt, DanielJackson. I do not believe that a woman of your stature would be able to take away all doubts in the minds of four persistent and hopeful warriors." Teal'c's voice was apologetic and his expression respectful, but for some reason that was just making Daniel more angry.
Teal'c turned from him to raise his guard against Jack, who was again bouncing on the balls of his feet, looking for a good opening.
"Did it ever occur to the two of you that I might want some kind of sex life?" Daniel practically shouted. That got a startled look from both of them, though Jack was alert enough that he took a quick jab while Teal'c was distracted. And Teal'c was alert enough to deflect it. Daniel wanted to hit them both. He stepped between them, slaping hard against Jack's extended gloves.
"Maybe," Daniel was yelling now, "Maybe I wanted to screw SG-5! And maybe I still will! It's my problem and you both need to keep your mouths shut and your egos in check the next time I get a little romantic attention. Neither one of you is fucking me, and until you are, who I might or might not spread my legs for is none of your concern. Got it?"
Teal'c looked appalled.
Jack was giving him the dead eyes again.
"You got it, Daniel. Just trying to help out."
Daniel's fingers curled into a fist. He needed to hit something. He turned and slammed hard into the punching bag by the door, giving a frustrated yell. Then he left, not quite running, heart racing, trying very hard to hold back the tears of frustration that came so easily to the surface in this new body. There were people in the corridor outside, several of them turning shocked eyes on him as he walked rapidly down the corridor, rubbing newly bruised knuckles.
Daniel didn't know what to think the day that Jack slouched into his lab, hands deep in his pockets, peering with his old interest at various things on the shelves and worktable. Since the incident with Col. Harper, he and Jack hardly spoke at all while planetside. Just business, and usually just in the briefing room, under General Hammond's watchful and concerned eye.
Teal'c had apologized the same day and Daniel had admitted that he understood Teal'c's motivations, and all had been well. But Jack had just disappeared. Daniel could have believed he'd transferred completely off the base.
Now here he was, standing in Daniel's space, a friendly menace to artifacts hundreds and thousands of years old. The last time Jack had done this, it had been to persuade Daniel to go to play at the Alpha site. Daniel couldn't help feeling a little burst of anger that Jack was back, probably to ask Daniel for something else.
Plus his gut did that little flip-flop it had done that last time, too. Daniel tried very hard to hold onto the anger as a defense against it.
Jack was a guy. Daniel was a guy. Daniel didn't get little flip-floppy feelings in his belly about guys.
"Did you need something, Jack?" he asked.
Jack looked over, and there was that shy smile again. That same one from that other time. Daniel felt himself getting warmer.
"Nope. Just came down to see how it was going."
"Same as always. Translations. Old junk. You know," he said, giving Jack a flickering smile in response.
"Good to know some things never change."
Daniel turned back to his computer. It had been months now, but somehow, that statement from Jack, in this conversation, hurt as much as Jack's disbelief had hurt in that first meeting in the VIP suite.
"Look, I'm sorry for being such a jerk," Jack said tentatively. He was standing right behind Daniel now. He brought his hands to rest on Daniel's shoulders. Daniel almost leaped out of his skin. Jack must have noticed, couldn't have missed it, but he didn't move his hands, just began kneading and massaging Daniel's neck and upper back.
"That's an excellent way to apologize," murmured Daniel. "That feels wonderful."
Jack's hands on him for the first time since the change. Daniel had never realized how much he had adjusted to Jack's constant body contact until Jack had stopped. In fact, his reaction was so strong that Daniel wondered if it wasn't something new for him, to go with his new female hormones and new female perspectives.
Maybe this part of his relationship meant something completely different to the woman in him that it did to the man. His gut twisted again. He tried to go with the flow.
"Well, I didn't actually come down here to be your personal masseur," Jack said, but made no move to stop. "Teal'c says, 'The situation is intolerable.'" Jack intoned.
Daniel snorted.
"Situation?"
"The above-referenced jerkiness," Jack said. He sounded completely serious.
"Yeah, well."
"I really am sorry, Daniel. This whole thing has been pretty hard for me to accept. And I guess that just makes me an idiot, since you seem to have adjusted OK. Teal'c's right. It's stupid that I can have more trouble with this than you."
Then his hands were gone with a whispering brush of his fingers over Daniel's neck.
Daniel swallowed hard, and pushed his hair back from his eyes. He glared at Jack who was wandering around the lab table to sit on the stool across from him.
"Six months, Jack. Half a year. That's a long damn time to come to terms."
Daniel saw a flash of anger, carefully covered. So, Jack was still angry and still in control. He had touched Daniel and said a couple of nice things and made Daniel feel those weird emotions, but he was still sitting over there, being angry and lying about it.
"If the only reason you came down here is because Teal'c sent you, then I really wish you would just go away. We have a perfectly acceptable working relationship. What do I care if you can't get past this thing that's happened to me? You're not hurting my feelings. Go tell Teal'c that there are no fences to mend."
He stood and turned his back to Jack, going to shuffle through his stack of parchments and scrolls.
"Daniel, come on," Jack said quietly. "I'm trying to apologize, here."
"Well, apologize and get out. I have things to do," snapped Daniel.
"Alright. Daniel, I’m really sorry it's taken me so long to get a grip. Come over to my place tomorrow afternoon. I'll make steaks, we can watch the game. We can try to get drunk enough to cry and hug and promise never to be mean to each other again."
Daniel glared at him, even as he felt his heart completely melting.
"Go away. I'll think about it."
Jack looked taken aback. Then he shrugged and stood, shoved his hands back in his pockets, and slouched back out of the office again.
It was true enough that before his unexpected sex swap, Daniel's love life hadn't been particularly active. Not enough time on Earth, for one thing. Not enough socializing outside of work. Too much work and too interesting. However, while he might not bring it up in polite company, he didn't go many nights without an orgasm. It might not be as good or wonderful or fulfilling as having a lover, but it was easy, it wasn't bad and it was almost a habit, bringing himself off, then drifting to sleep, sometimes with his softening dick still in his hand.
It had been the better part of six months, now, since Daniel had gotten off. Not that he hadn't tried. After he'd gotten more adjusted to his new body, he really had been curious. But he'd tried touching, stroking, squeezing, caressing and he'd gotten exactly nowhere. Sure, he'd learned the lay of the land, as it were, but he couldn't get the slightest tingle of arousal. He just couldn't pull it off.
For one thing, none of his old fantasies worked. Not even that really nasty one where he and Sam had both been snaked and taken over the SGC. The one where they went to the infirmary with an eye towards revenge for all the post-mission indignities inflicted on them by one Dr. Janet Frasier, and they made her take off her clothes and put on a gown and lie down on one of her own hospital beds and strapped her wrists into the leather restraints and then fucked her and licked her and bit her and sucked her and rode her for hours til she passed out from sheer exhaustion.
Not even that one.
But he wasn't quite well-adjusted enough yet to try new fantasies.
Like the one that would pop up at the oddest moments. He couldn't get SG-5 out of his head. Sometimes he would be working on something and it would come up that SG-5 had been involved and he would have a vision of himself naked under the fully-clothed body of Col. Harper, being crushed into a sleeping bag, other hot eyes on their fucking. It was a flash, a split second fantasy that he would just stop thinking about. He refused to pick it up and play out the threads of a daydream where he got tag-teamed by four Marines in a tent offworld somewhere.
There were tamer fantasies he could have tried out. He would think sometimes of Capt. Whyte's smile in the flicker of firelight. Or his ruffled hair when Daniel woke him for his watch.
There were more dangerous possibilities, too. He knew perfectly well what Teal'c looked like in the shower, droplets of water and streaks of white soap suds over dark skin and perfect muscle.
Six months, and he had steadfastly refused to try a single one of these fantasies.
Six months and a little touching from Jack, and he was suddenly, achingly desperate to make one of them work.
He knew what Jack looked like in the shower, too, after all.
That evening, he let himself think. Whatever came into his head. To his own surprise, the first thought that came, as he was looking through the fridge trying to decide what to fix for dinner, was how nice it had been to just sit by the fire and talk with Capt. Whyte. Over the last few months, he had often thought back fondly to those evenings, and he had come to believe that the reason was that Whyte knew exactly who Daniel was, and was open-minded enough to want him anyway. For once, Daniel stopped fighting those thoughts. Seriously tried to imagine what it might have been like on one of those changes in watch, to just crawl into that warm small space. But that was as far as his imagination would go. Maybe he had conditioned himself. He was blushing. But he was also getting somewhere. He felt warm and alive and anxious. Just like he would as he was getting a hard on. Definitely getting somewhere.
SG-5 turned up as he was just finishing the dishes and heading for the bedroom. For some reason, that mental image of a rough tumble was easier than the love-making promised by the Whyte fantasy. He could imagine fucking pretty clearly, and he tried to imagine the other side of it. He shoved the covers of the unmade bed aside, and arranged a comfortable nest of pillows. Stripped off trying to imagine other, larger hands on his clothes and body. Tried to imagine people touching him, murmuring to him, maybe talking and laughing to each other as they enjoyed the feel of his skin and pressed themselves against him. Tried to imagine mouths on his neck, his back, his ass, his breasts.
And it was working. As he moved about the room he felt slick and lubricated, hot and damp. It was strange, but it felt good. Better than good, so similar to and so different from what it had been like before. It was building into an urgent need to be touched. He settled in amongst the pillows, so that he was half sitting and comfortable.
Almost on cue, SG-5 disappeared, and all he could see in his mind's eye was Jack, hands in his pockets, eyes down, hesitant, apologetic smile. Daniel didn't waste time with preliminaries. He ran his hand down his belly immediately to run his fingers over the wetness of his cunt.
This was definitely better than his other attempts. He couldn't control the small movements of his hips. He was thoroughly slick. He knew this from the other side, from the side of the male lover who wanted to sink his cock into a soft, warm, delicious spot, and the sudden awareness that he was ready to be taken and used sent a shudder through him. He gasped and moaned, shifting his fingers restlessly. His body was ready for a cock, and his mind's eye conjured the image of Jack, warm and wet in the hot shower, dick half hard, then the real memory warped into a fantasy Jack, above him, throbbing, leaking pre cum, and that was the final piece. Daniel's orgasm took him unexpecting, sweeping out through him, curling his toes, arching his back, stiffening his knees. It lasted a remarkably long time, until he couldn't bear to continue rubbing himself, and he stopped, lying limp on the now sweat damp pillows.
OK. That was different.
He felt warm and relaxed and still horny as hell. He imagined that he could go again, but he wasn’t sure how that would work, exactly. He reached over to grab the covers he had shoved aside. His last thoughts before falling asleep were that masturbation was a lot less messy this way, and it would be a lot easier to manage privately when sleeping inches away from somebody else in a tent.
He dreamed that he was sharing with Teal'c. In the dream he was running his fingers over his clit and being very quiet.
"You should not touch yourself, DanielJackson, when there are others ready to help you find completion," Teal'c said, quiet reproof in his voice.
In his dream, Daniel groaned. Teal'c knowing only made him wetter.
"DanielJackson, you must cease. O'Neill will be here in a moment," said Teal'c sternly, and he lifted the sleeping bag aside to expose Daniel's naked skin to the warm, damp night air. He caught Daniel's wrists and pulled them gently but firmly away from his body. Daniel whined in protest, squirming pathetically.
Teal'c sighed. He transferred Daniel's wrists to one hand, and with the other, began kneading Daniel's left breast, stopping to pinch and play with the nipple, then passing a broad possessive palm down Daniel's belly and wetting his fingers in Daniel's pussy.
As Teal'c began rubbing with two broad fingers, Daniel knew he wasn't going to last much longer. He noticed that Teal'c was naked and aroused and saw hunger in his friend's dark eyes.
"He's a hot little slut, isn't he T?" Jack purred from somewhere near Daniel's feet. The spike of lust that went through him made Daniel buck his hips in anticipation.
"You've done all this work now," Jack continued. Daniel saw he was naked, too. "I think you should fuck him. Do you wanna share?"
"Indeed, O'Neill. It was most delightful when we tried it with SamanthaCarter."
And with no further ceremony, Teal'c scooped Daniel into his lap, and settled him onto his erect cock. Daniel gasped and clung to the big man's shoulders, as Teal'c wrapped long arms around him, spreading his buttocks for Jack's convenience. Teal'c was huge, and so was the blunt tip of Jack's dick, pressing against his hole.
The dream orgasm woke him to a gray pre-dawn light. His body was vibrating, his pussy throbbing maddeningly. Holding the image of the dream, he reached down and brought himself off again.
As he lay there panting, he wondered how difficult this new-found ability was going to make his life.
He muddled through the morning, and all he could think about was Jack. He knew what it felt like to be hugged by Jack. But his mind wandered to what it would feel like now, how those long arms would not just embrace him, but enfold him. How Jack's chest would block out the rest of the world. How Jack might smell. How his laughter would sound, reverberating in his chest.
Daniel couldn't make it stop this morning, either. He had been shutting down these kinds of fantasies easily for months, but by mid-morning, Daniel flopped back on his sofa, and set his laptop on the coffee table. He undid his jeans and spread his legs, slipping his hand inside his panties and finishing himself off as quickly as he could manage.
As he wiped his sticky fingers on his belly, he was close to panic. He was supposed to be spending the afternoon with Jack. How was he supposed to do that, when just thinking about Jack was causing these kinds of reactions? What would it be like to be alone with him?
Daniel took a deep, shaky breath and went to take a shower.
He couldn't be thinking like this about Jack. Maybe he could get past it. Jack wasn't the only guy that Daniel found attractive. Now that he was getting the hang of it, he was sure he could fill in other faces and personalities.
But he had the frightening feeling that this wasn't just the effect of using Jack as a mastubatory fantasy.
This felt like a crush. This had the intensity of falling head-over-heels for a pretty girl friend.
Daniel wondered if in the past 24 hours he had fallen for Jack.
That hardly seemed possible, but as he rinsed the shampoo from his hair and bent down to shave his legs, he knew with absolute certainty that what he was feeling was the first delicious, heady rush of love.
He swore and flung the soap at the back wall of the shower.
Adjustments, Part 5
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Author:
muck_a_luck, posting in brainofckPairing: Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill, DJ/JO/T, DJ/SG-5
Rating: NC-17
Summary: This story is a close cousin of Metamorphosis, except in this story, Daniel really has changed into a woman.
Content/warnings: Het content.
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
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muck_a_luck and brainofckNOTE: I have been informed by some early readers that this is some sort of conspiracy. Het disguised as slash. I must protest and point to the disclaimer that I have, in fact, warned for het. :) Please heed that warning, particularly for the next two segments. Here be smut, and it's got breasts and other girl parts in it. :p
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rugbytacklers, I have done a Stargate crash course located here.Adjustments, Part 1
Adjustments, Part 2
Adjustments, Part 3
Being back on SG-1 finally should have been a return to normalcy. Except it wasn't. In his briefings, Daniel stood across the table from a cool, dead-eyed Jack, who listened patiently, quietly, and professionally to Daniel's lecture - not one joke, immature comment or gusty sigh to be heard.
Nothing.
And Jack still wasn't looking at him. Daniel hated that. Hated how Jack's eyes would slide away just over his shoulder, or to one of their colleagues. But never quite looking at Daniel.
They couldn't go on like this. They were friends. Daniel couldn't lose someone as important as Jack over something that wasn't his fault.
But the day Daniel got the nerve to try to actually talk to Jack, try to force the issue, Jack was out of the room as soon as they were dismissed, and lost in the tunnels of the complex before Daniel could catch up with him.
He swore so loudly that a passing airman looked up, startled. Luckily, he didn't speak goa'uld, or he might have fainted dead away, Daniel thought, rolling his eyes.
"Daniel!" Sam called from behind him, catching him up. "Get some lunch with me?"
Daniel couldn't understand why Sam insisted on bringing their trays back to his office.
"So why can't we talk in the mess?" he asked as they settled down across the lab table from each other.
He reached for his glass.
"Put it down," Sam warned him. He sighed in annoyance. Obviously she didn't want him to snort his soda. This couldn't be a good sign.
"You need to talk to Janet about birth control," she announced.
"No, I definitely don't," said Daniel with a laugh, reaching for his glass in relief, knowing he was safe after all.
"Yes, you do, Daniel," she insisted. "We're going out in the field."
"Which suggests I need to worry about birth control even less," he replied, starting on his sandwich.
She shook her head.
"And what happens if we meet a bunch of hostiles, the mission goes bad, and you fall into the hands of the enemy. Ugly reality of combat for the female soldier. Rape is always a real, nasty possibility."
Daniel hesitated mid-chew. Then tried to go on fearlessly.
"Rape is a real possibility for every prisoner," he tried, but he already knew she was right.
"When was the last time we were captured and the first thing you worried about was the nearest Jaffa's dick?" Sam replied calmly. "Plus, even if a guy does get raped, he's not going to get pregnant from it. Extra bonus of being a woman."
The conversation was turning Daniel's stomach. He set his sandwich down carefully and forced himself to swallow.
"Not to mention," Sam continued, "that if it were ever a decision for me between using my 'feminine wiles' to stay alive a few hours longer and maybe get rescued, I'd like to be able to choose between rape and death without having to add in the possibility of having a little Jaffa baby in nine months."
"OK, OK, I get it," Daniel muttered. "We have two days. I'll talk to Janet this afternoon."
And so, with his new Ortho Evera patch on the same hip as his Beretta, wearing his new broken-in boots and women's underwear, with his boonie and a lot of sunscreen, he stepped through the Stargate with SG-1 again. And it was great.
Though he really, really hated being the shortest.
It was good to be in the field again. Good to get lost in work again. Oddly, working again made it easier to ignore all the changes. Ignore Jack's distance, despite the fact that he spent so much time with him. Ignore his own new body, despite it's new impact on diplomacy and his performance under fire. Doing these things that he loved let him rise above it all and just be himself again.
But on the edges of this new level of personal adjustment, Daniel knew that the team was suffering. Jack hadn't just shut down to Daniel. He extended the same cool, professionalism to Teal'c, as well. Something was going on there, Daniel was sure of it. Teal'c didn't give much away, but people who knew Teal'c well knew how to read his body and facial expressions and Daniel knew Teal'c as well as anyone but Bra'tac. Teal'c and Jack had been fighting over something. It wasn't resolved. Teal'c was angry, and so was Jack. Daniel suspected it had something to do with himself, but he tried not to be so self-absorbed. If they weren't going to mention it to him, they could work it out for themselves.
And so things settled down. Missions. Briefings. Work. All more or less like it used to be.
Just with more evenings hanging out with Janet and Sam.
And completely without Jack.
"So anyway, I was hoping maybe it would look familiar to you," said Daniel. Teal'c trailed him through the door to his office. Daniel swooped around the desk in full discovery mode. He had found what he thought was the key to that stupid puzzle he had worked on his first day back, in a new parchment SG-11 had found in their latest dig, but he wasn't familiar with the dialect. He was anxious for Teal'c to see it. Daniel was sure they would have the puzzle solved by the end of the day.
But his desk wasn't as he had left it.
The parchment was right there, carefully unrolled and mounted, with plexi-glass over the top. But sitting on top of the protective cover were two boxes. One, about the size of a shirt box, wrapped. The second, a heart-shaped box of chocolates. On top was a single coral-colored rose. And a card.
Daniel blinked at the stack of gifts stupidly.
"It would appear you have an admirer," said Teal'c with the glimmer of a smile.
"Huh. Um. Yeah," Daniel replied. He sat down on the stool and stared at the items.
"Shall I?" asked Teal'c, amusement in his voice now, as he reached for the card.
Daniel snatched it away before Teal'c could see. If Capt. Whyte had lost his mind, Daniel certainly didn't want word to get back to Jack.
God, what if it's Jack, he thought irrationally. He put the card in the breast pocket of his BDUs and shoved the chocolates aside. He would put off the bad news by opening the present. Teal'c raised a disapproving eyebrow.
Daniel slipped his fingers under the tape and pulled the paper off the box. He lifted the lid and folded back the tissue paper.
He dropped it back onto the table, feeling a little faint.
Teal'c gently lifted the fabric from the box.
"He seems to have confused you with Major Carter," Teal'c said solemnly. He shook out the folds and held out a delicate cotton sundress. White with an all-over pattern of twining ivy and roses. It had broad straps that would fall to cap his shoulders. The cut of the bust looked modest, low enough to show some skin, but probably no cleavage, with a scalloped neckline to emphasize curves but reveal little. The bodice was princess seamed and the skirt was full.
"He's a fucking idiot, if he thinks I'm putting that on," Daniel muttered. He finally pulled the card from his pocket and stared at it hard before taking a deep breath and flipping it open.
He stormed into Sam's lab, the box of candy crushed into the box with the dress, so all that he appeared to carry under his arm was a plain white package.
Teal'c was still following him quietly. His posture had changed, from scholarly colleague and amateur linguist to bodyguard. He'd always found it both disturbing and reassuring when Teal'c did that. Jack did it, too, the quick switch, but Jack never really started at scholarly colleague, so it was less noticeable.
Daniel thumped the gifts down onto the worktable next to Sam's computer and lay the card on the keyboard
"I'm no expert on the relationships between male and female military personnel. If you got this card, what would you think?" he asked.
Sam eyed the box curiously, but picked up the card and read it.
"SG-5?!" she exclaimed.
Daniel hushed her in a panic, watching Teal'c out of the corner of his eye.
"Would you keep it down?! So what would you think?"
"I'd think I just got invited to provide sexual services to the entire unit. You can't tell me you missed the subtle invitation," she said. She was scowling. She pushed back the lid on the box.
"So what do I do? Is this going to be a problem?"
"What you do is you tell them 'no' in no uncertain terms. You've got to be sure they understand there's no chance in hell, or you're never going to hear the end of this."
"But that's it, right?"
Sam shrugged.
"Probably. I might be more worried in a different command, but the SGC's small, the personnel are elite, and in general we're probably too closely monitored for it to be more than an annoyance."
Daniel slumped into the other computer chair, only to notice that Teal'c was gone.
He swore and jumped up, grabbing the box as he left.
Teal'c caught Jack hard by the arm as Jack passed him going in the other direction.
"Please accompany me, O'Neill," he said, in his most menacing voice. Daniel was far behind them and Teal'c was moving in a fury. He didn't want to draw attention to himself by running flat out after them. He scowled and tried to keep up at least.
"What's up, T?" Jack asked lightly, falling easily into step with the Jaffa.
"It might be best if you did not know the details. All I require is your presence."
"When we get there, should I go for a dangerous-killer-type expression? Or are we good cop, bad cop today?"
"Cold and deadly might be most appropriate."
They were two corners ahead of him now, though Daniel could hear Jack's amused comments and Teal'c's angry, measured replies drifting back to him.
Then he lost them.
"Wow. Dr. Jackson didn't strike me as the type to run and tattle. It was just a couple of small presents and a friendly offer."
Daniel had found them again. He was standing outside Col. Harper's office, but Jack and Teal'c had beaten him there. Now he didn't know what to do. He jumped at the feel of a hand on his shoulder.
It was Sam. She shook her head at him.
"Now that they've started, let them work it out," she whispered. "Do you really want to have to pick a side in there, or have a fight with the colonel and Teal'c in front of Harper? Just let them beat their chests. Then you can have a civilized conversation with Harper and you can kick our guys' asses later.
Daniel leaned against the wall. He'd missed Teal'c's response.
"Well, then who are you to come in here and speak for him?" Harper sounded angry.
"Major Carter advises that you must be informed in no uncertain terms that DanielJackson is not interested in your advances. Therefore I am here in the capacity of the person who is going to separate your overactive private parts from the rest of your body if you approach DanielJackson again. You would do well to accept that as an unequivocal rejection," Teal'c rumbled in reply.
"And what about you, Jack? Are you going to stand there and let a man under your command threaten a fellow officer?"
"He's a foreign civilian military advisor," Jack said mildly. Daniel could almost hear the shrug. "Technically, T's not subordinate to me. Though officer to officer, I feel like I should say that you really need to work on relationship-building with the civilian staff."
"Dr. Jackson's under a lot of stress. We were only trying to be friendly. No harm intended."
"I'm sure that's the case," Jack replied.
"So what are you doing here, then, if you're not backing your alien buddy?"
"I'm here to tell you not to fuck with my archaeologist," Jack said mildly.
Daniel wanted to scream in frustration. But his heart was skipping beats. He was going to blame that on adrenaline. It had nothing to do with being "Jack's" anything.
Daniel and Sam ducked out of the way as Teal'c and Jack strode out of the room.
"You want me to come in with you?" Sam asked tentatively, after they had stood there pressed into the alcove for a few minutes.
"Hmmmm?" Daniel replied distractedly. "Oh! No, I'd rather do this myself, actually. Your name's already come up. I don't want to make this any worse than it already is. I just want to give the guy a couple of minutes. I'd be pretty shaken up if Teal'c had just threatened to rip my balls off."
Sam chuckled.
"Well, then, I'm going back to work."
"You don't want to back me up when I go to Jack's office?"
"Nope," she said definitely. "Let's not turn this into the girls against the boys. If you go on your own, it can be boys only."
"Yeah, right," said Daniel. He shut his eyes and let his head rest back against the wall as he listened to Sam's light steps retreating down the hall.
He stood there a long time. Then he gritted his teeth and knocked on Harper's door.
After a long hunt, he finally found Teal'c and Jack boxing. That meant Jack was pissed about something. And maybe Teal'c was, too. The Jaffa looked like he was landing the punches a little harder than usual.
As the doors opened, the two fighters turned to see who had come in. They paused for breath when they saw it was him. Daniel looked at Teal'c.
"I cannot believe you did that to me," he said quietly.
"I did what needed to be done for your protection, DanielJackson."
He turned to Jack.
"And I cannot believe you let him do it. Not to mention that you helped."
"Daniel, a unit of Marines invited you to a gang bang. I think we did the right thing."
Daniel was quickly going from angry and embarrassed to completely furious.
"Jack. They gave me candy, a dress and a rose, not flavored condoms, a corset, and handcuffs," he snarled. "I can handle the candy and cards threats without backup, thanks."
"Major Carter said the refusal must be without doubt, DanielJackson. I do not believe that a woman of your stature would be able to take away all doubts in the minds of four persistent and hopeful warriors." Teal'c's voice was apologetic and his expression respectful, but for some reason that was just making Daniel more angry.
Teal'c turned from him to raise his guard against Jack, who was again bouncing on the balls of his feet, looking for a good opening.
"Did it ever occur to the two of you that I might want some kind of sex life?" Daniel practically shouted. That got a startled look from both of them, though Jack was alert enough that he took a quick jab while Teal'c was distracted. And Teal'c was alert enough to deflect it. Daniel wanted to hit them both. He stepped between them, slaping hard against Jack's extended gloves.
"Maybe," Daniel was yelling now, "Maybe I wanted to screw SG-5! And maybe I still will! It's my problem and you both need to keep your mouths shut and your egos in check the next time I get a little romantic attention. Neither one of you is fucking me, and until you are, who I might or might not spread my legs for is none of your concern. Got it?"
Teal'c looked appalled.
Jack was giving him the dead eyes again.
"You got it, Daniel. Just trying to help out."
Daniel's fingers curled into a fist. He needed to hit something. He turned and slammed hard into the punching bag by the door, giving a frustrated yell. Then he left, not quite running, heart racing, trying very hard to hold back the tears of frustration that came so easily to the surface in this new body. There were people in the corridor outside, several of them turning shocked eyes on him as he walked rapidly down the corridor, rubbing newly bruised knuckles.
Daniel didn't know what to think the day that Jack slouched into his lab, hands deep in his pockets, peering with his old interest at various things on the shelves and worktable. Since the incident with Col. Harper, he and Jack hardly spoke at all while planetside. Just business, and usually just in the briefing room, under General Hammond's watchful and concerned eye.
Teal'c had apologized the same day and Daniel had admitted that he understood Teal'c's motivations, and all had been well. But Jack had just disappeared. Daniel could have believed he'd transferred completely off the base.
Now here he was, standing in Daniel's space, a friendly menace to artifacts hundreds and thousands of years old. The last time Jack had done this, it had been to persuade Daniel to go to play at the Alpha site. Daniel couldn't help feeling a little burst of anger that Jack was back, probably to ask Daniel for something else.
Plus his gut did that little flip-flop it had done that last time, too. Daniel tried very hard to hold onto the anger as a defense against it.
Jack was a guy. Daniel was a guy. Daniel didn't get little flip-floppy feelings in his belly about guys.
"Did you need something, Jack?" he asked.
Jack looked over, and there was that shy smile again. That same one from that other time. Daniel felt himself getting warmer.
"Nope. Just came down to see how it was going."
"Same as always. Translations. Old junk. You know," he said, giving Jack a flickering smile in response.
"Good to know some things never change."
Daniel turned back to his computer. It had been months now, but somehow, that statement from Jack, in this conversation, hurt as much as Jack's disbelief had hurt in that first meeting in the VIP suite.
"Look, I'm sorry for being such a jerk," Jack said tentatively. He was standing right behind Daniel now. He brought his hands to rest on Daniel's shoulders. Daniel almost leaped out of his skin. Jack must have noticed, couldn't have missed it, but he didn't move his hands, just began kneading and massaging Daniel's neck and upper back.
"That's an excellent way to apologize," murmured Daniel. "That feels wonderful."
Jack's hands on him for the first time since the change. Daniel had never realized how much he had adjusted to Jack's constant body contact until Jack had stopped. In fact, his reaction was so strong that Daniel wondered if it wasn't something new for him, to go with his new female hormones and new female perspectives.
Maybe this part of his relationship meant something completely different to the woman in him that it did to the man. His gut twisted again. He tried to go with the flow.
"Well, I didn't actually come down here to be your personal masseur," Jack said, but made no move to stop. "Teal'c says, 'The situation is intolerable.'" Jack intoned.
Daniel snorted.
"Situation?"
"The above-referenced jerkiness," Jack said. He sounded completely serious.
"Yeah, well."
"I really am sorry, Daniel. This whole thing has been pretty hard for me to accept. And I guess that just makes me an idiot, since you seem to have adjusted OK. Teal'c's right. It's stupid that I can have more trouble with this than you."
Then his hands were gone with a whispering brush of his fingers over Daniel's neck.
Daniel swallowed hard, and pushed his hair back from his eyes. He glared at Jack who was wandering around the lab table to sit on the stool across from him.
"Six months, Jack. Half a year. That's a long damn time to come to terms."
Daniel saw a flash of anger, carefully covered. So, Jack was still angry and still in control. He had touched Daniel and said a couple of nice things and made Daniel feel those weird emotions, but he was still sitting over there, being angry and lying about it.
"If the only reason you came down here is because Teal'c sent you, then I really wish you would just go away. We have a perfectly acceptable working relationship. What do I care if you can't get past this thing that's happened to me? You're not hurting my feelings. Go tell Teal'c that there are no fences to mend."
He stood and turned his back to Jack, going to shuffle through his stack of parchments and scrolls.
"Daniel, come on," Jack said quietly. "I'm trying to apologize, here."
"Well, apologize and get out. I have things to do," snapped Daniel.
"Alright. Daniel, I’m really sorry it's taken me so long to get a grip. Come over to my place tomorrow afternoon. I'll make steaks, we can watch the game. We can try to get drunk enough to cry and hug and promise never to be mean to each other again."
Daniel glared at him, even as he felt his heart completely melting.
"Go away. I'll think about it."
Jack looked taken aback. Then he shrugged and stood, shoved his hands back in his pockets, and slouched back out of the office again.
It was true enough that before his unexpected sex swap, Daniel's love life hadn't been particularly active. Not enough time on Earth, for one thing. Not enough socializing outside of work. Too much work and too interesting. However, while he might not bring it up in polite company, he didn't go many nights without an orgasm. It might not be as good or wonderful or fulfilling as having a lover, but it was easy, it wasn't bad and it was almost a habit, bringing himself off, then drifting to sleep, sometimes with his softening dick still in his hand.
It had been the better part of six months, now, since Daniel had gotten off. Not that he hadn't tried. After he'd gotten more adjusted to his new body, he really had been curious. But he'd tried touching, stroking, squeezing, caressing and he'd gotten exactly nowhere. Sure, he'd learned the lay of the land, as it were, but he couldn't get the slightest tingle of arousal. He just couldn't pull it off.
For one thing, none of his old fantasies worked. Not even that really nasty one where he and Sam had both been snaked and taken over the SGC. The one where they went to the infirmary with an eye towards revenge for all the post-mission indignities inflicted on them by one Dr. Janet Frasier, and they made her take off her clothes and put on a gown and lie down on one of her own hospital beds and strapped her wrists into the leather restraints and then fucked her and licked her and bit her and sucked her and rode her for hours til she passed out from sheer exhaustion.
Not even that one.
But he wasn't quite well-adjusted enough yet to try new fantasies.
Like the one that would pop up at the oddest moments. He couldn't get SG-5 out of his head. Sometimes he would be working on something and it would come up that SG-5 had been involved and he would have a vision of himself naked under the fully-clothed body of Col. Harper, being crushed into a sleeping bag, other hot eyes on their fucking. It was a flash, a split second fantasy that he would just stop thinking about. He refused to pick it up and play out the threads of a daydream where he got tag-teamed by four Marines in a tent offworld somewhere.
There were tamer fantasies he could have tried out. He would think sometimes of Capt. Whyte's smile in the flicker of firelight. Or his ruffled hair when Daniel woke him for his watch.
There were more dangerous possibilities, too. He knew perfectly well what Teal'c looked like in the shower, droplets of water and streaks of white soap suds over dark skin and perfect muscle.
Six months, and he had steadfastly refused to try a single one of these fantasies.
Six months and a little touching from Jack, and he was suddenly, achingly desperate to make one of them work.
He knew what Jack looked like in the shower, too, after all.
That evening, he let himself think. Whatever came into his head. To his own surprise, the first thought that came, as he was looking through the fridge trying to decide what to fix for dinner, was how nice it had been to just sit by the fire and talk with Capt. Whyte. Over the last few months, he had often thought back fondly to those evenings, and he had come to believe that the reason was that Whyte knew exactly who Daniel was, and was open-minded enough to want him anyway. For once, Daniel stopped fighting those thoughts. Seriously tried to imagine what it might have been like on one of those changes in watch, to just crawl into that warm small space. But that was as far as his imagination would go. Maybe he had conditioned himself. He was blushing. But he was also getting somewhere. He felt warm and alive and anxious. Just like he would as he was getting a hard on. Definitely getting somewhere.
SG-5 turned up as he was just finishing the dishes and heading for the bedroom. For some reason, that mental image of a rough tumble was easier than the love-making promised by the Whyte fantasy. He could imagine fucking pretty clearly, and he tried to imagine the other side of it. He shoved the covers of the unmade bed aside, and arranged a comfortable nest of pillows. Stripped off trying to imagine other, larger hands on his clothes and body. Tried to imagine people touching him, murmuring to him, maybe talking and laughing to each other as they enjoyed the feel of his skin and pressed themselves against him. Tried to imagine mouths on his neck, his back, his ass, his breasts.
And it was working. As he moved about the room he felt slick and lubricated, hot and damp. It was strange, but it felt good. Better than good, so similar to and so different from what it had been like before. It was building into an urgent need to be touched. He settled in amongst the pillows, so that he was half sitting and comfortable.
Almost on cue, SG-5 disappeared, and all he could see in his mind's eye was Jack, hands in his pockets, eyes down, hesitant, apologetic smile. Daniel didn't waste time with preliminaries. He ran his hand down his belly immediately to run his fingers over the wetness of his cunt.
This was definitely better than his other attempts. He couldn't control the small movements of his hips. He was thoroughly slick. He knew this from the other side, from the side of the male lover who wanted to sink his cock into a soft, warm, delicious spot, and the sudden awareness that he was ready to be taken and used sent a shudder through him. He gasped and moaned, shifting his fingers restlessly. His body was ready for a cock, and his mind's eye conjured the image of Jack, warm and wet in the hot shower, dick half hard, then the real memory warped into a fantasy Jack, above him, throbbing, leaking pre cum, and that was the final piece. Daniel's orgasm took him unexpecting, sweeping out through him, curling his toes, arching his back, stiffening his knees. It lasted a remarkably long time, until he couldn't bear to continue rubbing himself, and he stopped, lying limp on the now sweat damp pillows.
OK. That was different.
He felt warm and relaxed and still horny as hell. He imagined that he could go again, but he wasn’t sure how that would work, exactly. He reached over to grab the covers he had shoved aside. His last thoughts before falling asleep were that masturbation was a lot less messy this way, and it would be a lot easier to manage privately when sleeping inches away from somebody else in a tent.
He dreamed that he was sharing with Teal'c. In the dream he was running his fingers over his clit and being very quiet.
"You should not touch yourself, DanielJackson, when there are others ready to help you find completion," Teal'c said, quiet reproof in his voice.
In his dream, Daniel groaned. Teal'c knowing only made him wetter.
"DanielJackson, you must cease. O'Neill will be here in a moment," said Teal'c sternly, and he lifted the sleeping bag aside to expose Daniel's naked skin to the warm, damp night air. He caught Daniel's wrists and pulled them gently but firmly away from his body. Daniel whined in protest, squirming pathetically.
Teal'c sighed. He transferred Daniel's wrists to one hand, and with the other, began kneading Daniel's left breast, stopping to pinch and play with the nipple, then passing a broad possessive palm down Daniel's belly and wetting his fingers in Daniel's pussy.
As Teal'c began rubbing with two broad fingers, Daniel knew he wasn't going to last much longer. He noticed that Teal'c was naked and aroused and saw hunger in his friend's dark eyes.
"He's a hot little slut, isn't he T?" Jack purred from somewhere near Daniel's feet. The spike of lust that went through him made Daniel buck his hips in anticipation.
"You've done all this work now," Jack continued. Daniel saw he was naked, too. "I think you should fuck him. Do you wanna share?"
"Indeed, O'Neill. It was most delightful when we tried it with SamanthaCarter."
And with no further ceremony, Teal'c scooped Daniel into his lap, and settled him onto his erect cock. Daniel gasped and clung to the big man's shoulders, as Teal'c wrapped long arms around him, spreading his buttocks for Jack's convenience. Teal'c was huge, and so was the blunt tip of Jack's dick, pressing against his hole.
The dream orgasm woke him to a gray pre-dawn light. His body was vibrating, his pussy throbbing maddeningly. Holding the image of the dream, he reached down and brought himself off again.
As he lay there panting, he wondered how difficult this new-found ability was going to make his life.
He muddled through the morning, and all he could think about was Jack. He knew what it felt like to be hugged by Jack. But his mind wandered to what it would feel like now, how those long arms would not just embrace him, but enfold him. How Jack's chest would block out the rest of the world. How Jack might smell. How his laughter would sound, reverberating in his chest.
Daniel couldn't make it stop this morning, either. He had been shutting down these kinds of fantasies easily for months, but by mid-morning, Daniel flopped back on his sofa, and set his laptop on the coffee table. He undid his jeans and spread his legs, slipping his hand inside his panties and finishing himself off as quickly as he could manage.
As he wiped his sticky fingers on his belly, he was close to panic. He was supposed to be spending the afternoon with Jack. How was he supposed to do that, when just thinking about Jack was causing these kinds of reactions? What would it be like to be alone with him?
Daniel took a deep, shaky breath and went to take a shower.
He couldn't be thinking like this about Jack. Maybe he could get past it. Jack wasn't the only guy that Daniel found attractive. Now that he was getting the hang of it, he was sure he could fill in other faces and personalities.
But he had the frightening feeling that this wasn't just the effect of using Jack as a mastubatory fantasy.
This felt like a crush. This had the intensity of falling head-over-heels for a pretty girl friend.
Daniel wondered if in the past 24 hours he had fallen for Jack.
That hardly seemed possible, but as he rinsed the shampoo from his hair and bent down to shave his legs, he knew with absolute certainty that what he was feeling was the first delicious, heady rush of love.
He swore and flung the soap at the back wall of the shower.
Adjustments, Part 5
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