Meant to Be

Apr. 8th, 2009 06:37 am
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Title: Meant to Be
Author: [livejournal.com profile] muck_a_luck, posting in [livejournal.com profile] brainofck
Pairing: Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill
Rating: R
Summary: What was Daniel thinking, dating a "straight" guy
Content/warnings: None.
Words: 388
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. [livejournal.com profile] muck_a_luck and [livejournal.com profile] brainofck
Acknowldgements: I would like to thank Soc and Reaper for the inspiration. Because seriously? A plot device made for Stargate fanfic.







When Daniel woke up he was still mad.

Colonel I'm Not Gay should not have invited Daniel to that stupid bar, with its stupid waitresses with their unnaturally swollen mammary glands.

He was so mad he was pretty sure if Colonel Get Drunk and Grope Anybody were anywhere near him, he would probably punch him in the face.

Then… THEN he had the nerve to come back to Daniel's house and be sick in Daniel's living room.

He slammed the shampoo back onto the side of the tub.

What the fuck was he thinking, sleeping with a straight guy. Letting a straight guy fuck him, more like. "Straight" his ass! Military. Never gonna ask, never gonna tell! No present. No future. Fucking huge dick up your ass every time you turn your back on him! Wasn't the guy about to turn fifty? Where did he get that kind of rebound time?!

Yeah, well, maybe Daniel was a pissy, queenie bitch at home, but he didn't have to put up with vomit in his living room and that kind of behavior when he was just trying to…

The shower curtain rustled.

A coffee mug appeared, followed by an arm.

Two blood-shot, apologetic eyes peeked from around the edge.

"Fresh shower coffee?" came a gruffly, gravelly meek voice from the other side.

Daniel could smell the beautiful, enticing fragrance, mixing with the steam of his shower.

"I cleaned up in the living room…" Jack said, eyes pleading. "I didn't even get sick again while I was doing it."

The coffee mug inched forward a bit more.

Daniel sighed and pushed the curtain aside, taking his Colonel I'm Not Gay by the wrist and hauling him into the shower with him. He took a long drink of the coffee. Not at the perfect temperature anymore, but you know, you had to drink your shower coffee before it got full of water and shampoo, so it had to be the right shower temperature. He set the empty mug next to the shampoo as Jack crowded him into the back wall of the shower.

"Don't blame me when the water goes cold on you," Daniel said crossly, trying to maintain some of his earlier righteous indignation even as Jack was nudging his feet farther apart.

Seriously? Shower coffee?

Sometimes things were meant to be.


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Date: 2009-04-08 04:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] green-grrl.livejournal.com
Aw, poor Daniel!!! Be a queenie bitch, babe! That's how you'll keep him in line. :D

Date: 2009-04-08 04:50 pm (UTC)

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