Seduction, Jack-Style (for zinelady) [fic #2]
Title: Seduction, Jack-Style
Author: raqs
Recipient: zinelady
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Rating: R (spanking)
Prompt: Jack comes up with a fun way to get Daniel out of his office to enjoy the snow.
"What are you still doing here?"
It was equal parts disbelief and disapproval, and probably only Daniel heard the underlying grump of a lover he'd left alone in this house this morning after a too-hasty grope and some coffee.
With a rush of guilt Daniel realized he'd also forgotten to take out the trash.
But he just blinked as he looked up at Jack. "SG-12 brought in these artifacts, and the language on them is a pictographic form of the language the Asgard used - I thought it was important to help catalog them."
Jack looked around at the lab bustling with archaeologists, some of them running back and forth trailing cotton strings and labels. "Catalog them and...?" His slow-waving hand invited further expansion.
"Catalog them, Jack, that's what we're doing although I did think if I could take a quick look, sort of skim them first, I might find --"
"Sort of skim... what is this, fifty tablets? Of pictographic writing? That you don't read by sight?"
Daniel frowned. "It should be quick."
"It should, but it won't be." Jack strolled forward, hands in the pockets of his pants, and leaned over Daniel, appearing to skim the tablets himself as he said in a voice pitched so only Daniel could hear, "It's been snowing all day, you know."
"Aaannndd?..." This time it was Daniel looking for expansion, but he didn't take his eyes off the tablets. He didn't have to, he could feel the heat of Jack's body through his clothes.
"I thought you wanted to make a snowman."
Daniel frowned again, confused for a second, before he remembered, and then he felt a wash of affection so intense that he had to stop himself from grabbing Jack by the ears and kissing him.
They'd been lying in bed last night, listening to the wind blow, in the middle of the night. Jack had woken up in the middle of the night and rolled over and put his arm across Daniel's chest and Daniel had woken up and they had laid there talking and touching in the dark and listening to the winter weather kept safely outside. In the dark, with his fingertips tracing Jack's ear, Daniel had mentioned how torn he was between hating to shovel the driveway and wanting to make a snowman, a mythical thing he'd read about as a child but had never bothered to explore for himself. Jack had told him flat out that he was an idiot for never stopping to make a snowman during his years in Chicago, and also reminded him that he didn't have a driveway to shovel; at his apartment, his car was parked on the street, and here at Jack's, Jack very sensibly paid a guy to come and plow the driveway for him when the need arose. Which it did, of course, in Colorado.
"You could have made a snowman any time in the last, what, seven winters, at least if you hadn't gone off to be dead," Jack had told him, which had caused Daniel to kiss him, rather a lot, and then neither of them had slept for a while.
And now they were not particularly well-rested but Daniel was excited by these tablets, excited by the possibilities, so excited that he couldn't just let these other people get at them first, he wanted to be the one who knew. After all, these other people might miss something.
"I think I'll still have time to make a snowman when this is done, Jack," but Daniel did shoot Jack a look that he hoped said "Thank you," and "I love you," and "I'm also sorry I forgot to take out the garbage this morning."
"Mmm hmm," Jack nodded without really agreeing.
Daniel felt a flash of annoyance. It wasn't like they were married, it wasn't like they were a wifey and husband raising two point five kids in a house with a garden or anything like that. They came in to the mountain to work. They were at Stargate to work. This was what his work looked like, and it didn't always come in a wave like this, but if it did, he didn't expect Jack to make him feel guilty.
"The snow is, um, fairly heavy and easy to pack," Jack said looking around the busy room at all the other archaeologists again.
"Thanks," said Daniel dryly, taking a label off the tablet in front of him and starting to enter in the database's screen, while running his eyes over the whole thing and trying to give it a quick read. No, he'd have to look that one up, and that too...
"And you forgot to take the trash out this morning," said Jack, again pitched very low, so only Daniel would hear.
Daniel did look up at that, about to explain, even very quietly, how sorry he was about that, but when he looked up he saw Jack's eyes boring straight into his.
Jack's dark, very near eyes.
And there was a spark in them that told Daniel that Jack was trying to mean something.
"I thought we agreed," Jack went on again in a voice so low that no one else would understand it though surely to the rest of the room he looked like he was just standing there, a guy with his hands in his pockets, leaning close to Daniel so they could talk without yelling above the noise the crowd of people in the room were making, "that there would be consequences if you forgot again."
And he raised one eyebrow in a way that might have looked somehow innocent to someone standing by but which looked like pure personal filthy invitation to Daniel.
Because oh yeah, hadn't there been something about promising Daniel a spanking if he forgot to do that?
Daniel cleared his throat. He talked but he was still looking at his own hands, at his work. "I thought that was... optional."
"I thought you were kind of angling for it."
"I thought that was why it was a 'punishment'." Daniel did make scare quotes with his busy hands.
"I thought that was why you forgot the goddamn garbage again."
"I thought that was why we agreed on that." A quick sideways glance of blue eyes was all Daniel would spare, but his cheeks were a little pink.
"Because you were bound to forget to take the trash out anyway? Uh huh."
Jack's eyes were twinkling but when he leaned back Daniel showed no signs of moving at all. "I'll be up soon."
"By which you mean in a few hours. It'll be dark, Daniel."
"I can miss one more snowman-making opportunity, Jack."
Jack just slowly shook his head. "That is just not the way to live."
Daniel just barely cocked his head in acknowledgement. He didn't look up.
When he did look up, five minutes later, to call for the next catalogued piece, Jack was standing across the big flat assembly table. As Daniel looked up, Jack caught the arm of Henderson, a lean muscled airman who was rushing by with his arms full of heavy stone wrapped in plastic.
"Hey, airman, you've been brushing up against the merchandise," said Jack, and slapped lightly at Henderson's right hip.
Daniel's eyebrows went up and Jack looked over to make sure Daniel was watching before he slid his hand around to Henderson's right buttock, patting it as much as slapping it. "Rock dust," he said to the confused airman before patting his shoulder, then punctuating it with a final slap on his ass, sending him on his way.
Henderson just kept dashing along as if Air Force colonels slapped his ass every day but Daniel's eyes narrowed. Jack just shrugged, with a "What?" expression on his face. Daniel looked back at his work.
A few minutes later across the room Daniel again heard above the rushing din a soft "swuff, swuff" of a hand against fabric and heard Jack's voice saying "Bend over a little..."
When Daniel looked over his shoulder he saw Jack giving a final pat-down to a younger brunette Ph.D. who had a look of alarm on her pretty face as she twisted back to see where Jack was patting the back of her lab coat. "No no, I guess you aren't on fire," Jack said and clapped her shoulder reassuringly before she straightened and went on her way, looking behind her with great puzzlement, once at her own hip, once at Jack, then at her back again, as if expecting her coat to erupt in flames.
"No paperwork, Jack?" called Daniel, letting an edge creep into his voice.
"No, no, I'm all set," said Jack, peering curiously into a box, then into the face of another Ph.D. "About to go off duty. What about you, Macnamara, you going off duty soon? Wanna build a snowman?"
"No sir," grinned the broad-shouldered man, "I just got on duty. Built one this morning with the kids, anyway. It's good packing snow, sir."
"Good packing snow. You don't say." Jack nodded to himself. Daniel considered getting up long enough to hit him but figured he couldn't spare the time. Behind him he heard Jack saying, "That's good. Important, you know. Spend a little time with the family. Gotta do it."
"Jack, if you would really like to help, why don't you go type up labels for Katie, there, she is really up to her elbows." Daniel let his irritation sound in his voice. After all, there was plenty enough honest reason for it.
Jack mumbled something Daniel took as assent. Daniel tuned him out while he skimmed yet another tablet, then another, then another... the symbol, the device really, that signified a triple harvest, was it literal or did it stand for treasure, something above the usual, something --
A loud CRACK brought everyone in the room to a sudden stop.
Daniel's head snapped around.
Jack waved the end of a piece of rope. "Sorry, sorry," he said, and brought it up again, then down on the edge of the table, SNAP! "I wasn't sure it would --"
Daniel didn't wait to hear this excuse. "Jack, if you want to get changed, I'd be happy to fill you in on what we've found so far before you go off duty."
Jack knew enough to know the translation of this was "Get out." He raised both hands, let the frayed end of the rope drop. "Sorry, really, no idea archaeology was so time-sensitive, honestly, go back to what you were doing, everyone --"
Daniel looked back at his screen and tried to concentrate. The symbols were -- The sign for --
Oh forget it, he thought to himself. It was no good and he knew it. His stomach was churning and his cheeks were flushed and it wasn't because "triple harvest" might mean "treasure". It was because he was picturing Jack's hands, picturing them smacking down on his own ass and then cupping, stroking, picturing Jack licking lazily at him in the dark early this morning, picturing what Jack would look like with snowflakes stuck in his hair and his eyelashes.
Picturing what a snowman might look like if he and Jack made it.
Okay, he thought to himself. You win, Jack. You always do.
When he caught up with Jack, the older man was pulling a polo shirt on over a t-shirt. He shrugged into his leather coat. He looked surprised to see Daniel.
"Hey!" he said and his eyes lit up, just as if he hadn't spent the last hour trying to get thrown out of Daniel's lab, just as if seeing Daniel were the very best part of his day.
Daniel had to fight hard, again, not to kiss him.
"I think I've overlooked a few things that you're going to want to know about before our next mission," he said, looking serious as he stepped toward the locker room. Jack followed him.
"Really?"
"Yes. There are many ramifications of the... snowman-building procedure you wanted to show me, as well, that I'm going to need to understand."
Jack's eyebrows went up. "Oh yes," he said, in that way he had when he was trying to look smart and not confused.
"Right. And then there were those consequences you talked about."
"Consequences."
"Yes." Daniel slid into his T-shirt, his flannel, his coat, without even stopping to do anything up. It was a long walk in the parking lot but Jack's car was warm, and Jack's bedroom was even warmer. "I'm really looking forward to a consequence. You promised me one. I think that would really do something for the tension I've worked up today. There was some goofy guy in the lab all afternoon, sticking his fingers into everything, I think at least one of my scientists is going to bring him up on sexual harassment charges and --"
"Daniel." Jack put a hand on Daniel's shoulder, stopping him in mid-stream.
"Yes, Jack?"
"Can you really call an archaeologist a scientist?"
Jack didn't usually bother but he still could run and Daniel, who had been taking fighting classes from Teal'c, discovered that soap bars made excellent impromptu projectile weapons just as well as river rocks.
---
When they were done making the snowman, Daniel's skin was very cold and very wet. He was shivering as he ran inside, laughing, followed by a snowball which melted all over Jack's floor.
He was shaking, not shivering, an hour later as, much warmed up, much dryer, Jack's hand was alternating stroking and striking and Daniel was blowing out his lips, rocking on his hands and knees, hard as a rock and ready to beg and then with one final blow Daniel's knees gave out and he fell, begging, ready for anything, asking for anything Jack would give him, and when Jack gave it to him he came hard, moaning, and he saw white stars behind his eyelids, almost as white as the snow.
"Thanks," was all he said as he burrowed into Jack's armpit, once again in the dark, breathing in the smell of Jack's skin and feeling boneless. He would go back tomorrow, the work would still be there. This was good for tonight.
"I kinda thought," was all Jack said as he squeezed, holding Daniel close before he whispered, "Do take the trash out tomorrow, though, okay? It's gonna start to smell."
Daniel snorted.
"Well, the snowman's not gonna do it," said Jack, with more than a trace of smugness in his voice in the dark in Daniel's hair. "For one thing, I'm not sure we gave him arms."
Daniel listened to Jack fall asleep, quick, listened to Jack relax and his breathing slow, listened to Jack knowing Daniel was right where he should be.
Author: raqs
Recipient: zinelady
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Rating: R (spanking)
Prompt: Jack comes up with a fun way to get Daniel out of his office to enjoy the snow.
"What are you still doing here?"
It was equal parts disbelief and disapproval, and probably only Daniel heard the underlying grump of a lover he'd left alone in this house this morning after a too-hasty grope and some coffee.
With a rush of guilt Daniel realized he'd also forgotten to take out the trash.
But he just blinked as he looked up at Jack. "SG-12 brought in these artifacts, and the language on them is a pictographic form of the language the Asgard used - I thought it was important to help catalog them."
Jack looked around at the lab bustling with archaeologists, some of them running back and forth trailing cotton strings and labels. "Catalog them and...?" His slow-waving hand invited further expansion.
"Catalog them, Jack, that's what we're doing although I did think if I could take a quick look, sort of skim them first, I might find --"
"Sort of skim... what is this, fifty tablets? Of pictographic writing? That you don't read by sight?"
Daniel frowned. "It should be quick."
"It should, but it won't be." Jack strolled forward, hands in the pockets of his pants, and leaned over Daniel, appearing to skim the tablets himself as he said in a voice pitched so only Daniel could hear, "It's been snowing all day, you know."
"Aaannndd?..." This time it was Daniel looking for expansion, but he didn't take his eyes off the tablets. He didn't have to, he could feel the heat of Jack's body through his clothes.
"I thought you wanted to make a snowman."
Daniel frowned again, confused for a second, before he remembered, and then he felt a wash of affection so intense that he had to stop himself from grabbing Jack by the ears and kissing him.
They'd been lying in bed last night, listening to the wind blow, in the middle of the night. Jack had woken up in the middle of the night and rolled over and put his arm across Daniel's chest and Daniel had woken up and they had laid there talking and touching in the dark and listening to the winter weather kept safely outside. In the dark, with his fingertips tracing Jack's ear, Daniel had mentioned how torn he was between hating to shovel the driveway and wanting to make a snowman, a mythical thing he'd read about as a child but had never bothered to explore for himself. Jack had told him flat out that he was an idiot for never stopping to make a snowman during his years in Chicago, and also reminded him that he didn't have a driveway to shovel; at his apartment, his car was parked on the street, and here at Jack's, Jack very sensibly paid a guy to come and plow the driveway for him when the need arose. Which it did, of course, in Colorado.
"You could have made a snowman any time in the last, what, seven winters, at least if you hadn't gone off to be dead," Jack had told him, which had caused Daniel to kiss him, rather a lot, and then neither of them had slept for a while.
And now they were not particularly well-rested but Daniel was excited by these tablets, excited by the possibilities, so excited that he couldn't just let these other people get at them first, he wanted to be the one who knew. After all, these other people might miss something.
"I think I'll still have time to make a snowman when this is done, Jack," but Daniel did shoot Jack a look that he hoped said "Thank you," and "I love you," and "I'm also sorry I forgot to take out the garbage this morning."
"Mmm hmm," Jack nodded without really agreeing.
Daniel felt a flash of annoyance. It wasn't like they were married, it wasn't like they were a wifey and husband raising two point five kids in a house with a garden or anything like that. They came in to the mountain to work. They were at Stargate to work. This was what his work looked like, and it didn't always come in a wave like this, but if it did, he didn't expect Jack to make him feel guilty.
"The snow is, um, fairly heavy and easy to pack," Jack said looking around the busy room at all the other archaeologists again.
"Thanks," said Daniel dryly, taking a label off the tablet in front of him and starting to enter in the database's screen, while running his eyes over the whole thing and trying to give it a quick read. No, he'd have to look that one up, and that too...
"And you forgot to take the trash out this morning," said Jack, again pitched very low, so only Daniel would hear.
Daniel did look up at that, about to explain, even very quietly, how sorry he was about that, but when he looked up he saw Jack's eyes boring straight into his.
Jack's dark, very near eyes.
And there was a spark in them that told Daniel that Jack was trying to mean something.
"I thought we agreed," Jack went on again in a voice so low that no one else would understand it though surely to the rest of the room he looked like he was just standing there, a guy with his hands in his pockets, leaning close to Daniel so they could talk without yelling above the noise the crowd of people in the room were making, "that there would be consequences if you forgot again."
And he raised one eyebrow in a way that might have looked somehow innocent to someone standing by but which looked like pure personal filthy invitation to Daniel.
Because oh yeah, hadn't there been something about promising Daniel a spanking if he forgot to do that?
Daniel cleared his throat. He talked but he was still looking at his own hands, at his work. "I thought that was... optional."
"I thought you were kind of angling for it."
"I thought that was why it was a 'punishment'." Daniel did make scare quotes with his busy hands.
"I thought that was why you forgot the goddamn garbage again."
"I thought that was why we agreed on that." A quick sideways glance of blue eyes was all Daniel would spare, but his cheeks were a little pink.
"Because you were bound to forget to take the trash out anyway? Uh huh."
Jack's eyes were twinkling but when he leaned back Daniel showed no signs of moving at all. "I'll be up soon."
"By which you mean in a few hours. It'll be dark, Daniel."
"I can miss one more snowman-making opportunity, Jack."
Jack just slowly shook his head. "That is just not the way to live."
Daniel just barely cocked his head in acknowledgement. He didn't look up.
When he did look up, five minutes later, to call for the next catalogued piece, Jack was standing across the big flat assembly table. As Daniel looked up, Jack caught the arm of Henderson, a lean muscled airman who was rushing by with his arms full of heavy stone wrapped in plastic.
"Hey, airman, you've been brushing up against the merchandise," said Jack, and slapped lightly at Henderson's right hip.
Daniel's eyebrows went up and Jack looked over to make sure Daniel was watching before he slid his hand around to Henderson's right buttock, patting it as much as slapping it. "Rock dust," he said to the confused airman before patting his shoulder, then punctuating it with a final slap on his ass, sending him on his way.
Henderson just kept dashing along as if Air Force colonels slapped his ass every day but Daniel's eyes narrowed. Jack just shrugged, with a "What?" expression on his face. Daniel looked back at his work.
A few minutes later across the room Daniel again heard above the rushing din a soft "swuff, swuff" of a hand against fabric and heard Jack's voice saying "Bend over a little..."
When Daniel looked over his shoulder he saw Jack giving a final pat-down to a younger brunette Ph.D. who had a look of alarm on her pretty face as she twisted back to see where Jack was patting the back of her lab coat. "No no, I guess you aren't on fire," Jack said and clapped her shoulder reassuringly before she straightened and went on her way, looking behind her with great puzzlement, once at her own hip, once at Jack, then at her back again, as if expecting her coat to erupt in flames.
"No paperwork, Jack?" called Daniel, letting an edge creep into his voice.
"No, no, I'm all set," said Jack, peering curiously into a box, then into the face of another Ph.D. "About to go off duty. What about you, Macnamara, you going off duty soon? Wanna build a snowman?"
"No sir," grinned the broad-shouldered man, "I just got on duty. Built one this morning with the kids, anyway. It's good packing snow, sir."
"Good packing snow. You don't say." Jack nodded to himself. Daniel considered getting up long enough to hit him but figured he couldn't spare the time. Behind him he heard Jack saying, "That's good. Important, you know. Spend a little time with the family. Gotta do it."
"Jack, if you would really like to help, why don't you go type up labels for Katie, there, she is really up to her elbows." Daniel let his irritation sound in his voice. After all, there was plenty enough honest reason for it.
Jack mumbled something Daniel took as assent. Daniel tuned him out while he skimmed yet another tablet, then another, then another... the symbol, the device really, that signified a triple harvest, was it literal or did it stand for treasure, something above the usual, something --
A loud CRACK brought everyone in the room to a sudden stop.
Daniel's head snapped around.
Jack waved the end of a piece of rope. "Sorry, sorry," he said, and brought it up again, then down on the edge of the table, SNAP! "I wasn't sure it would --"
Daniel didn't wait to hear this excuse. "Jack, if you want to get changed, I'd be happy to fill you in on what we've found so far before you go off duty."
Jack knew enough to know the translation of this was "Get out." He raised both hands, let the frayed end of the rope drop. "Sorry, really, no idea archaeology was so time-sensitive, honestly, go back to what you were doing, everyone --"
Daniel looked back at his screen and tried to concentrate. The symbols were -- The sign for --
Oh forget it, he thought to himself. It was no good and he knew it. His stomach was churning and his cheeks were flushed and it wasn't because "triple harvest" might mean "treasure". It was because he was picturing Jack's hands, picturing them smacking down on his own ass and then cupping, stroking, picturing Jack licking lazily at him in the dark early this morning, picturing what Jack would look like with snowflakes stuck in his hair and his eyelashes.
Picturing what a snowman might look like if he and Jack made it.
Okay, he thought to himself. You win, Jack. You always do.
When he caught up with Jack, the older man was pulling a polo shirt on over a t-shirt. He shrugged into his leather coat. He looked surprised to see Daniel.
"Hey!" he said and his eyes lit up, just as if he hadn't spent the last hour trying to get thrown out of Daniel's lab, just as if seeing Daniel were the very best part of his day.
Daniel had to fight hard, again, not to kiss him.
"I think I've overlooked a few things that you're going to want to know about before our next mission," he said, looking serious as he stepped toward the locker room. Jack followed him.
"Really?"
"Yes. There are many ramifications of the... snowman-building procedure you wanted to show me, as well, that I'm going to need to understand."
Jack's eyebrows went up. "Oh yes," he said, in that way he had when he was trying to look smart and not confused.
"Right. And then there were those consequences you talked about."
"Consequences."
"Yes." Daniel slid into his T-shirt, his flannel, his coat, without even stopping to do anything up. It was a long walk in the parking lot but Jack's car was warm, and Jack's bedroom was even warmer. "I'm really looking forward to a consequence. You promised me one. I think that would really do something for the tension I've worked up today. There was some goofy guy in the lab all afternoon, sticking his fingers into everything, I think at least one of my scientists is going to bring him up on sexual harassment charges and --"
"Daniel." Jack put a hand on Daniel's shoulder, stopping him in mid-stream.
"Yes, Jack?"
"Can you really call an archaeologist a scientist?"
Jack didn't usually bother but he still could run and Daniel, who had been taking fighting classes from Teal'c, discovered that soap bars made excellent impromptu projectile weapons just as well as river rocks.
---
When they were done making the snowman, Daniel's skin was very cold and very wet. He was shivering as he ran inside, laughing, followed by a snowball which melted all over Jack's floor.
He was shaking, not shivering, an hour later as, much warmed up, much dryer, Jack's hand was alternating stroking and striking and Daniel was blowing out his lips, rocking on his hands and knees, hard as a rock and ready to beg and then with one final blow Daniel's knees gave out and he fell, begging, ready for anything, asking for anything Jack would give him, and when Jack gave it to him he came hard, moaning, and he saw white stars behind his eyelids, almost as white as the snow.
"Thanks," was all he said as he burrowed into Jack's armpit, once again in the dark, breathing in the smell of Jack's skin and feeling boneless. He would go back tomorrow, the work would still be there. This was good for tonight.
"I kinda thought," was all Jack said as he squeezed, holding Daniel close before he whispered, "Do take the trash out tomorrow, though, okay? It's gonna start to smell."
Daniel snorted.
"Well, the snowman's not gonna do it," said Jack, with more than a trace of smugness in his voice in the dark in Daniel's hair. "For one thing, I'm not sure we gave him arms."
Daniel listened to Jack fall asleep, quick, listened to Jack relax and his breathing slow, listened to Jack knowing Daniel was right where he should be.