50 Ways to Leave, Nine and Ten
Feb. 8th, 2007 10:55 pmBy way of explanation
Nine
Daniel couldn't imagine Shau're anymore. He could only think of Amonet and Apophis...
But he couldn't live as a eunuch. Sometimes, he thought of ... things ... like sweaty, exhausted Jack, head tipped back against a tree, beads of sweat trickling down his neck. Daniel lost it.
Afterwards, sleeping with Jack in a tent became torture. Daniel resisted for weeks before giving in, furtively touching himself, but he was too horrified for it to work.
"Oh, for cryin' out loud," Jack whispered, exasperated. Daniel came with a gasp.
A heartbeat later, Teal'c rattled the flap.
Jack left for his watch.
Ten
In the corridor outside his office, Jack caught him by the arm and yanked him into the supply closet. Spun him around and held him against the door. His hand found its way under Daniel's shirt.
"Were you thinking of me?"
His eyes were cold. His voice was soft. He was angry. But his hand on Daniel's belly was gently stroking. Moving lower.
Daniel swallowed and said nothing.
"You were," he growled. Then kissed him as his hand plunged down.
He was ruthlessly gentle, and cruelly efficient.
When he left, Daniel didn't even know if Jack had even gotten hard.
Nine
Daniel couldn't imagine Shau're anymore. He could only think of Amonet and Apophis...
But he couldn't live as a eunuch. Sometimes, he thought of ... things ... like sweaty, exhausted Jack, head tipped back against a tree, beads of sweat trickling down his neck. Daniel lost it.
Afterwards, sleeping with Jack in a tent became torture. Daniel resisted for weeks before giving in, furtively touching himself, but he was too horrified for it to work.
"Oh, for cryin' out loud," Jack whispered, exasperated. Daniel came with a gasp.
A heartbeat later, Teal'c rattled the flap.
Jack left for his watch.
Ten
In the corridor outside his office, Jack caught him by the arm and yanked him into the supply closet. Spun him around and held him against the door. His hand found its way under Daniel's shirt.
"Were you thinking of me?"
His eyes were cold. His voice was soft. He was angry. But his hand on Daniel's belly was gently stroking. Moving lower.
Daniel swallowed and said nothing.
"You were," he growled. Then kissed him as his hand plunged down.
He was ruthlessly gentle, and cruelly efficient.
When he left, Daniel didn't even know if Jack had even gotten hard.
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Date: 2007-02-09 04:23 am (UTC)