March Pic-Fic Fic - A Day At The Beach
This isn't your normal day at the beach.
Title: A Day At The Beach
Author: carron
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: SG-1
Pairing: Jack/His Hands, Jack/Daniel
Words: 2356
This was probably the most *beautiful* planet they'd been to so far, he'd give the place that. Jack tossed his gear beside the remains of an old wall and tried to breathe in the thick, humid air. Daniel had burrowed into the depression in the bank of the river undercut and was currently chattering happily away into his recorder as he explored the "hobbit holes." Jack snorted. It was the first time in a long time he'd heard Daniel joke about something. Hathor had messed him up pretty good and Daniel was just getting his feet back under him.
"How long, Daniel?" Jack asked into his com. He yanked off his cap and whipped his hand back and forth over his head, trying to dislodge some of the sweat.
"The tunnel system is pretty extensive down here and the walls are completely covered with glyphs. I'd say this one section will be about four or five hours...easily."
"Oy," Jack grunted and sat down on the stone retaining wall. "Alright."
"It's nice and cool down here, Jack. You sure you don't want to..."
"No," Jack cut him off. "I'll stay up here where it's light. And there's a beach. And an ocean."
"And all that hot air."
"Were it not for the fact that I *know* you'd never say anything disrespectful to me, I just might be offended by that last remark." Jack could practically hear Daniel chuckle. "Don't forget to check in."
"I won't."
"Seriously, Daniel. If you make me drag my ass down through one of these bolt holes, I'm gonna be exceptionally pissed."
"I know, I know. Daniel out."
Jack looked around, decided a place to sit in the shade wouldn't go amiss, and settled himself down so he could keep an eye on both Daniel's area and the beach below. They'd hiked through the night so as to avoid the heat of the day - which was quickly reminding Jack of why he hated missions in tropical locations.
This mission, however, was a milk run. Nothing but a cake walk to get everyone back in the saddle again after their spectacular failure with Hathor. No life signs on-land of anything bigger than a rabbit, no energy readings, no signs of habitation. Nothing but a tropical paradise and a very, very high moisture content in the air. Jack plucked at his shirt, feeling it stick wetly to his chest. "Screw this," he muttered. He removed the radio from his vest before pushing it off his shoulders and setting it beside him. With a loud sigh, Jack peeled his shirt from his body and tossed it over a low-hanging branch. He didn't expect it to dry out much, but he had spares in his pack.
"Sir, this is Carter."
"Go ahead."
"Teal'c and I have reached the mines and are setting up camp inside where it's cool. No sign of anything dangerous at all, sir. How are you and Daniel?"
"Daniel's below ground scrubbing around in the dirt as he is particularly fond of doing, and I, Carter, am outside steaming like a clam."
"I told you to come down here," came Daniel's unprompted reply.
"Roger that," Sam snickered. "We'll check in twice a day and then make our way back to rendezvous at the gate four days from now."
"Copy that. You and Teal'c have all sorts of fun, won't you?"
"We'll try, sir. Carter out."
Jack closed his eyes and let the breeze blow over him. Even if it didn't evaporate any of the sweat it still felt better than still air. He let his senses reach out, listening, searching for any noises coming from the bushes or the trees, but there were none. What they knew of this planet was that it had undergone a frightening nuclear war that had destroyed the majority of indigenous life several million years ago. Daniel and Carter had both found evidence that along with the bombs, someone had employed the use of mass drivers to pummel certain continents into rubble. The mass had come from the disintegration of what used to be a nearby planetoid that was blown apart and the pieces used as weapons. The loss of gravitational force from the planetoid along with the constant bombardment had actually changed the orbit inward toward the sun slightly, as well as disturbing the pitch of the planet to enough of a degree that the ecosystem had broken down even further. Now, with continual summer at the northern pole of the planet, what had once been a frozen waste was now a thick, lush paradise.
Jack pondered what it must have been like to have lived on this world during that conflict as everything exploded around you and there was no safe place. The ruins they were currently in were built later, by a group of runaway slaves of yet another race who found sanctuary on this planet for several millennia before they became advanced enough that they could leave this adopted world and venture out into the stars on their own terms. According to Daniel, they'd done a magnificent job in such a short time.
Jack scratched at his chest, his fingertips coming away wet. He looked down at himself and smiled. If it wasn't so blastedly hot, he'd try working on his tan a little. He rubbed his hand down his stomach and felt a small shiver of pleasure. He remembered what Hathor had done to him, but he was okay now, his body still his own and functioning just like it was supposed to.
A small throbbing farther south made him wriggle around a bit, trying to get more comfortable. He shook his head. This was neither the time nor the place, he told himself. His body didn't seem to be listening. Quick movements of his fingers had his belt unbuckled and his BDUs unbuttoned in a few seconds. He reached inside his sweaty shorts and cringed. That was unpleasant. Taking one final look around, he shoved boxers and pants down his legs and sighed in pleasant relief.
"Daniel, how you doing in there?"
"I'm good. Just found the inner chamber I'd been looking for and I'm beginning filming."
"Roger that. Take your time. Nothing out here to speak of."
"Copy."
"Just a man with his dick in his hand," Jack said to himself as he took a firm grip around his still-soft cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. He smiled as he felt the first stirrings of life against his palm.
He squeezed rhythmically, lightly, keeping his eyes open but his mind was on other things. Linda Jansen and their first time behind the bleachers; god she'd been so hot and horny. Andrea Masters and her twin sister Rachel; yeah, that had been a spectacular time before he'd headed off to the Academy. Man, he loved twins. Tonya Betters, the little cashier at the drug store across the street from his first apartment; she could suck cock like no one else in the world. Dominiqua Rae; the hooker with a heart of gold who'd taught him a thing or ten about sex...and never charged him a dime. Nurse Brazelton, with the big tits and bigger smile; he'd probably need to make that fantasy a reality one of these days. Daniel Jackson........
Jack frowned a little at the way his balls tightened right up as soon as the picture of his teammate flashed through his mind. All blue eyes and earnest belief, passion and conviction and shyness and biting wit. Jack grunted a little and began to stroke firmly, tightening his grip so that it was better to thrust than just jerk.
He kept quiet, kept his eyes moving, but his thoughts were now well and truly on Daniel. Especially the soft smiles. Jack loved being able to make Daniel smile at some silly joke or misuse of a word. If what it took was for him to play the fool, then Jack would do it.
Jack released his dick and looked at it, laying hard and red against his lower abs. He was a big man, he knew this, and he was proud of that fact. He'd had to be careful with Sara because he was actually too big for her and he wondered if maybe, just maybe, if he and Daniel were to ever try things out, fool around a little, if he could put aside being careful for awhile. He wondered what that would be like, Daniel kneeling in front of him, begging for it - wanting a good fuck from Jack's dick. Was Daniel even like that?
Apparently Jack's dick hoped so because it bobbed and bounced enthusiastically. He let his hips thrust a little, watching the movement of his cock against his body, the head sticking to the body hair, leaving little dabs of precum around his navel. Jack bit his lower lip. He loved sex - even if he was by himself. He pushed the fingers of his left hand under his balls, against the slick, hot skin of his perineum while wrapping his other hand back around his cock. Pushing in and up with his fingers and working his shaft hard and fast, he sent delicious shocks of pleasure through his body with every stroke. He spread his legs as far as he could, given they were restrained by his pants, and reached down to run his fingers over his hole. Shifting position onto one hip, he pressed the rough pads of his fingers against himself and began to rub hard circles against the twitching opening.
Would Daniel rim? He gasped as a spike of pleasure lanced through him and he held that image in his mind - he on his back, legs pulled up high, Daniel with his tongue out, licking him.
It was too much, too good and he felt the zing of orgasm as it arched through his balls and poured out the tip of his dick. He breathed through his nose, trying not to moan or call out a name that shouldn't be uttered even here in this deserted place.
Jack watched the first spurt land on his stomach, then turned as the full force of his climax hit him and thick ropes of white come landed on the ground. He powered himself all the way through to the very end of his release, not letting up until he could absolutely not take another touch, before slouching back against the wall, breathing heavily, sweat pouring from him in rivulets.
He shook his head.
'I am so screwed,' he thought to himself. Having a little fantasy now and then about teammates was one thing . . . but there was emotion tied to what he'd just experienced and that was dangerous, dangerous ground. Leaning forward tiredly, Jack unlaced his boots, kicked them off, yanked off his socks, pants and shorts and hung everything he could up in the tree. Grabbing some fresh clothes from his pack, he looked out toward the water.
"Daniel, this is O'Neill. Come in."
"Go ahead," Daniel said, sounding a bit perturbed at the interruption.
"I'm heading down to take a quick dip. You okay up here alone for a few?"
"Yeah, fine. Don't drown. I won't be able to help you."
Jack snorted. "I'll try not to put you out. I'll be back up in about ten."
"Copy ten. Daniel out."
Jack put his clothes under his arm, picked up his boots and radio and sauntered down to the beach. Leaving his things behind on the shaded sand, he walked down to test the water, which was surprisingly clear and cool, then rinsed the sweat and come from his body. He found a rock, made sure there was nothing pointy or crawly, and sat down. The water came up to his neck and he sighed in relief. Ducking his head, he washed his hair off, then shook the drops from his eyes.
"Jack!"
Jack spun around at Daniel's call and saw the man stalking toward the beach, shedding clothes as he went. "What?" he called back.
"I came out to ask you a question and . . . did you . . . I could smell . . . dammit, were you out there jerking off?" Daniel was bounding around on one foot as he fought with his laces.
"It's . . . I . . . you . . . Maybe! What about it?" Jack shouted defensively. He blinked hard at his own total incoherence as Daniel's skin was revealed bit by bit as the strip show went on.
When Daniel had finally discarded his clothing, he strode angrily into the water until he was very literally nose to nose with Jack. "Well?"
"Guys do that, ya know," Jack said insolently.
"Damn you," Daniel snarled. Quicker than Jack was anticipating, Daniel grabbed him by the face, pulled him in and kissed him long, deep and hard.
When Daniel finally released him, Jack had a problem keeping his balance for a moment. "What the hell was that?"
"That," Daniel enunciated slowly, "was the first of many, many kisses I plan on sharing with you while we're on this planet." His face broke into one of his rare, shy smiles. "You could have asked me to join you."
"I could have?" Jack asked, stunned.
"I wish you would have," Daniel said. "But at least you'll know for next time."
"I will?" Jack questioned, confusion clear in his face. "But . . . you . . . I mean . . ."
Daniel kissed him again, guided Jack's hand down to his cock and encouraged him to wrap his hand around it. "Next time," he breathed against Jack's lips, "don't start without me."
As Jack began to move his hand, letting Daniel's reactions guide him through the intricacies of learning a new lover, two figures shimmered into being just inside the shadow of the tree line, nodding in satisfaction. "It is good that they may release the burdens of their souls to each other. Their bond is very strong."
"The other two search the Temple of O'si," remarked the second. "I believe our work is not yet finished."
"Let us complete it then, and leave them to discover this new life path for themselves." Not even the movement of a leaf showed their passing.