fic for sidlj: Holidays Suck
Title: Holidays Suck
Author: lilyleia78
Recipient: sidlj
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Rating: R
Daniel had always considered himself to be a patient man. Neither archaeology nor linguistics leant themselves to fast and haphazard.
So when a freak accident disabled the DHD on PX-who-gives-a-rats-ass four days before Christmas, he stayed upbeat. There was no reason to panic after all; the Odyssey would just come pick them up - again. It was a little embarrassing but more for Mitchell and Sam than for him. Jack wasn’t due for another couple of days, and he’d be home in time to greet the man properly. And then the SGC dialed in to inform them that the Odyssey’s current assignment combined with the low priority of ‘rescuing’ a team in no real danger meant that there would be a small setback; Daniel very nearly lost it.
“We’re going to miss Christmas!” Daniel shouted at the MALP.
“I’m sorry, Dr. Jackson,” Landry answered mildly. “I’ll ask the Odyssey to put up a tree. Landry out.”
The wormhole cut out, and Daniel reluctantly joined his team as they settled in for an extended stay. He tried to push aside his disappointment, unexpected delays came with the job; Jack would understand. If he was being honest, he was just feeling sorry for himself. With this change in plans, he would be lucky to get home by the last day of Jack’s leave. Figure in some time with Sam and Teal’c and suddenly their alone time was reduced to a few hours in bed. Not that that was a bad thing of course, but Daniel missed more than just Jack’s body.
Sometimes Daniel found himself thinking that he couldn’t keep doing this, it hurt too much and he’d already sacrificed more than anyone had the right to ask of him. But he knew, has always known, that he’ll keep gratefully hording every second he can get with the man he loves, no matter what the cost; because the alternative, life without Jack, was no alternative at all.
**
Jack was really not a patient man. His military training taught him how and when to wait, and fishing was a pastime dependant on staying still and quiet. But inactivity was hardly his natural state.
So after what was quite possibly the longest flight of his life (seriously, one step to a totally different galaxy but he still has to fly commercial to get around his own planet?) surrounded by the world’s most cheerful holiday travelers, and arriving at Daniel’s apartment to find it one archaeologist short of welcoming, it took every shred of self control he had to force himself to unpack and deposit his cheerfully wrapped gifts under the tree before heading into the Mountain.
Landry seemed happy to see him.
“Jack!” His successor greeted warmly. “Before you say anything, they’re perfectly safe - probably bored out of their minds but in absolutely no danger.”
Jack feigned confusion. “I have no idea what you’re talking about General. Is there someone missing? I’m just here for the pie. It’s always pumpkin this close to the holidays.”
Landry grinned knowingly. “Pumpkin’s my favorite. What say we have a slice and discuss the possibility of taking a little holiday trip?”
Jack groaned. “I hate holiday travel.”
***
When Daniel appeared on the bridge of the ship to find both Landry and Jack beaming at them, he suddenly understood the overwhelming bubble of emotion that had once led Jack to call him Space Monkey. Not that Daniel was okay with that. After all, he managed to keep all his stupid affectionate nicknames to himself.
Daniel half-listened as Jack bantered with Mitchell about breaking the DHD and the good ole days when no DHD would have meant taking up permanent residence, but his attention was elsewhere. A lifetime ago, Jack would have had no compunctions about wrapping him in a hug after a long separation, but things had changed. Daniel was finding it difficult to even look at Jack for fear of giving too much away. He delivered the expected comebacks in defense of Oma when Jack tried to blame Mother Nature but only really focused on the conversation when Jack said the word shower as his eyes slipped briefly to Daniel’s face.
Suddenly, Daniel was feeling a little dirty.
***
Jack’s military training told him that he was no longer alone in the shower. Some deeper, more primitive instinct would have let him know the new presence was Daniel even if he hadn’t been expecting him. Smiling to himself, Jack deliberately let the slippery bar of soap slide from his fingers. He then turned so that the new arrival would have a better view of his ass when he bent to retrieve it.
He heard a sharp intake of breath followed by a gruff chuckle. “The old ‘drop the soap’ routine, Jack? That’s real subtle. You should be more careful. Someone might come along and violate you.”
“Promises, promises,” Jack teased, purposefully wiggling his backside. As he straightened up, Daniel appeared behind him, wrapping him in a backward hug. The hard length pressed conveniently against the crack of his ass told Jack that it wasn’t an idle threat.
Seemingly reading his mind Daniel whispered in his ear, “I do like to keep my promises.” The archeologist turned the hug into a full body caress as his arms swept slowly down the body in front of him.
Jack felt his heart rate increase but kept his voice light, “I thought I was smelly.” An old joke, kept alive by countless shared showers since that awful time during their first encounter with the Replicators.
“I never said that,” Daniel responded with pretend exasperation as he pressed a hand to the middle of the older man’s back, urging him into his earlier bent arrangement. “When you asked if the smell was bad I just told you that I wasn’t gonna say anything. And, need I remind you, that was years ago.”
“You implied that it was really bad. I have very delicate feelings,” Jack grumbled, but he braced his hands on the wall to give Daniel better access.
Daniel slipped one shower-wet finger into the delicious heat of the body before him and waited for Jack to loosen around him before answering. “See, I thought all I was implying was that I wanted you wet and naked.”
“Well,” Jack’s retort disappeared in a grunt as the finger was withdrawn and returned, lubricated with god-knows-what, to begin seeking out his prostate. Unconsciously pushing back against that magical finger, Jack found his voice again. “Daniel. Semipublic shower. Not really the safest place for this.”
Daniel grinned. “Then you’d better use some of that military know-how to keep watch.”
“I’m not sure I’m really in a position to concentrate,” Jack pointed out sensibly.
“I haven’t seen you in over a month, I’m sure anyone who wanders in will understand why I couldn’t wait,” Daniel reasoned.
Jack laughed breathlessly. “Oh, sure. The military will definitely make an exception out of respect for our unintentional celibacy. Landry’s an understanding guy.” Smirking at the floor, he added, “And I have seen him watching my ass from time-to-time.”
Daniel growled and added a second finger. “That had better have been a joke.”
Jack gasped under the sudden onslaught of pleasurable pressure. “Geez, Daniel. You don’t have to go all caveman on me. I was joking. You know Landry only has eyes for Walter. Too bad the Chief’s still hung up on Hammond.”
Daniel stopped his movements and let out a surprised bark of laughter. Jack couldn’t resist the chance to tease, “Oh sure, you’ve got your fingers buried in the best piece of ass you’ve ever had, and you choose now to giggle like a girl?”
“Girl?” Daniel repeated flatly, perfunctorily thrusting in a third finger before removing them. Jack let out a small sound of distress. “Does this feel like a girl to you?” And with one slow, smooth motion he buried himself in Jack’s warm, welcoming heat.
Their combined whimper of relief echoed off the surrounding shower walls. Using every last shred of willpower available to him, Daniel stayed still, enjoying the tightness squeezing around his length and willing Jack to adjust quickly.
When Jack couldn’t stand the lack of movement any longer he prodded, “Back to my original point about semipublic showers.”
“You want me to stop,” Daniel teased and pulled out slowly until only the head remained buried in his lover’s body.
“No!” Jack protested and pushed himself back until he was fully impaled again. “My point was ‘fuck me hard and fast, Dr. Jackson.” And much like the imaginary Daniel Jack sometimes conjured when he was alone in Washington, real live Daniel obeyed without question.
Jack could feel all of Daniel’s frustration and loneliness being pounded into him. He took it all in and breathed it out in the form of his love’s name. Daniel. It was an apology, a demand and a promise.
In a flatteringly short amount of time, Jack felt Daniel’s pace pick up and become more erratic as he neared completion. Desperate to cum with his lover still inside of him, Jack tried to remove one hand from the wall. The moisture on his hands combined with the slickness of the walls managed to defeat him, but it was too late anyway. Jack could feel Daniel stifle his shout of ecstasy as he released himself into Jack’s willing body.
After taking a moment to recover, Daniel carefully withdrew, and Jack straightened immediately while stroking himself. The water still cascading down on him prevented the necessary friction, but Daniel solved that problem by dropping to his knees and engulfing Jack in a different kind of wetness.
The sight of Daniel on his knees, eyes fixed on Jack’s face was nearly enough to bring him off on sensory overload alone. When Daniel slipped a finger into his already loose opening and rubbed that sweet bundle of nerves Jack was lost to oblivion. A pair of strong arms eased him down to the shower floor.
And finally, finally, Daniel was kissing him, devouring all of his doubt and worry and replacing it with love and passion until the only thing that was left was the two of them and the world they made when they were together.
Jack decided that maybe holiday travel wasn’t so bad.
He spared a thought for Daniel’s Christmas gift sitting in his quarters. Photocopied papers wrapped in shiny red paper that declared the retirement of one Major General Jonathan O’Neill. Oh yeah, this holiday season was gonna be a nightmare, with the endless congratulations and parties, frantic searches for short term storage and long term living arrangements, movers to hire, and lots of lost time to be made up. But as Daniel’s tongue lazily reacquainted itself with Jack’s, he knew it was all worth it.
“Welcome home,” Daniel whispered when they parted.
Jack smiled and leaned in for another slow kiss before answering, “Merry Christmas, Daniel.”
Author: lilyleia78
Recipient: sidlj
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Rating: R
Daniel had always considered himself to be a patient man. Neither archaeology nor linguistics leant themselves to fast and haphazard.
So when a freak accident disabled the DHD on PX-who-gives-a-rats-ass four days before Christmas, he stayed upbeat. There was no reason to panic after all; the Odyssey would just come pick them up - again. It was a little embarrassing but more for Mitchell and Sam than for him. Jack wasn’t due for another couple of days, and he’d be home in time to greet the man properly. And then the SGC dialed in to inform them that the Odyssey’s current assignment combined with the low priority of ‘rescuing’ a team in no real danger meant that there would be a small setback; Daniel very nearly lost it.
“We’re going to miss Christmas!” Daniel shouted at the MALP.
“I’m sorry, Dr. Jackson,” Landry answered mildly. “I’ll ask the Odyssey to put up a tree. Landry out.”
The wormhole cut out, and Daniel reluctantly joined his team as they settled in for an extended stay. He tried to push aside his disappointment, unexpected delays came with the job; Jack would understand. If he was being honest, he was just feeling sorry for himself. With this change in plans, he would be lucky to get home by the last day of Jack’s leave. Figure in some time with Sam and Teal’c and suddenly their alone time was reduced to a few hours in bed. Not that that was a bad thing of course, but Daniel missed more than just Jack’s body.
Sometimes Daniel found himself thinking that he couldn’t keep doing this, it hurt too much and he’d already sacrificed more than anyone had the right to ask of him. But he knew, has always known, that he’ll keep gratefully hording every second he can get with the man he loves, no matter what the cost; because the alternative, life without Jack, was no alternative at all.
**
Jack was really not a patient man. His military training taught him how and when to wait, and fishing was a pastime dependant on staying still and quiet. But inactivity was hardly his natural state.
So after what was quite possibly the longest flight of his life (seriously, one step to a totally different galaxy but he still has to fly commercial to get around his own planet?) surrounded by the world’s most cheerful holiday travelers, and arriving at Daniel’s apartment to find it one archaeologist short of welcoming, it took every shred of self control he had to force himself to unpack and deposit his cheerfully wrapped gifts under the tree before heading into the Mountain.
Landry seemed happy to see him.
“Jack!” His successor greeted warmly. “Before you say anything, they’re perfectly safe - probably bored out of their minds but in absolutely no danger.”
Jack feigned confusion. “I have no idea what you’re talking about General. Is there someone missing? I’m just here for the pie. It’s always pumpkin this close to the holidays.”
Landry grinned knowingly. “Pumpkin’s my favorite. What say we have a slice and discuss the possibility of taking a little holiday trip?”
Jack groaned. “I hate holiday travel.”
***
When Daniel appeared on the bridge of the ship to find both Landry and Jack beaming at them, he suddenly understood the overwhelming bubble of emotion that had once led Jack to call him Space Monkey. Not that Daniel was okay with that. After all, he managed to keep all his stupid affectionate nicknames to himself.
Daniel half-listened as Jack bantered with Mitchell about breaking the DHD and the good ole days when no DHD would have meant taking up permanent residence, but his attention was elsewhere. A lifetime ago, Jack would have had no compunctions about wrapping him in a hug after a long separation, but things had changed. Daniel was finding it difficult to even look at Jack for fear of giving too much away. He delivered the expected comebacks in defense of Oma when Jack tried to blame Mother Nature but only really focused on the conversation when Jack said the word shower as his eyes slipped briefly to Daniel’s face.
Suddenly, Daniel was feeling a little dirty.
***
Jack’s military training told him that he was no longer alone in the shower. Some deeper, more primitive instinct would have let him know the new presence was Daniel even if he hadn’t been expecting him. Smiling to himself, Jack deliberately let the slippery bar of soap slide from his fingers. He then turned so that the new arrival would have a better view of his ass when he bent to retrieve it.
He heard a sharp intake of breath followed by a gruff chuckle. “The old ‘drop the soap’ routine, Jack? That’s real subtle. You should be more careful. Someone might come along and violate you.”
“Promises, promises,” Jack teased, purposefully wiggling his backside. As he straightened up, Daniel appeared behind him, wrapping him in a backward hug. The hard length pressed conveniently against the crack of his ass told Jack that it wasn’t an idle threat.
Seemingly reading his mind Daniel whispered in his ear, “I do like to keep my promises.” The archeologist turned the hug into a full body caress as his arms swept slowly down the body in front of him.
Jack felt his heart rate increase but kept his voice light, “I thought I was smelly.” An old joke, kept alive by countless shared showers since that awful time during their first encounter with the Replicators.
“I never said that,” Daniel responded with pretend exasperation as he pressed a hand to the middle of the older man’s back, urging him into his earlier bent arrangement. “When you asked if the smell was bad I just told you that I wasn’t gonna say anything. And, need I remind you, that was years ago.”
“You implied that it was really bad. I have very delicate feelings,” Jack grumbled, but he braced his hands on the wall to give Daniel better access.
Daniel slipped one shower-wet finger into the delicious heat of the body before him and waited for Jack to loosen around him before answering. “See, I thought all I was implying was that I wanted you wet and naked.”
“Well,” Jack’s retort disappeared in a grunt as the finger was withdrawn and returned, lubricated with god-knows-what, to begin seeking out his prostate. Unconsciously pushing back against that magical finger, Jack found his voice again. “Daniel. Semipublic shower. Not really the safest place for this.”
Daniel grinned. “Then you’d better use some of that military know-how to keep watch.”
“I’m not sure I’m really in a position to concentrate,” Jack pointed out sensibly.
“I haven’t seen you in over a month, I’m sure anyone who wanders in will understand why I couldn’t wait,” Daniel reasoned.
Jack laughed breathlessly. “Oh, sure. The military will definitely make an exception out of respect for our unintentional celibacy. Landry’s an understanding guy.” Smirking at the floor, he added, “And I have seen him watching my ass from time-to-time.”
Daniel growled and added a second finger. “That had better have been a joke.”
Jack gasped under the sudden onslaught of pleasurable pressure. “Geez, Daniel. You don’t have to go all caveman on me. I was joking. You know Landry only has eyes for Walter. Too bad the Chief’s still hung up on Hammond.”
Daniel stopped his movements and let out a surprised bark of laughter. Jack couldn’t resist the chance to tease, “Oh sure, you’ve got your fingers buried in the best piece of ass you’ve ever had, and you choose now to giggle like a girl?”
“Girl?” Daniel repeated flatly, perfunctorily thrusting in a third finger before removing them. Jack let out a small sound of distress. “Does this feel like a girl to you?” And with one slow, smooth motion he buried himself in Jack’s warm, welcoming heat.
Their combined whimper of relief echoed off the surrounding shower walls. Using every last shred of willpower available to him, Daniel stayed still, enjoying the tightness squeezing around his length and willing Jack to adjust quickly.
When Jack couldn’t stand the lack of movement any longer he prodded, “Back to my original point about semipublic showers.”
“You want me to stop,” Daniel teased and pulled out slowly until only the head remained buried in his lover’s body.
“No!” Jack protested and pushed himself back until he was fully impaled again. “My point was ‘fuck me hard and fast, Dr. Jackson.” And much like the imaginary Daniel Jack sometimes conjured when he was alone in Washington, real live Daniel obeyed without question.
Jack could feel all of Daniel’s frustration and loneliness being pounded into him. He took it all in and breathed it out in the form of his love’s name. Daniel. It was an apology, a demand and a promise.
In a flatteringly short amount of time, Jack felt Daniel’s pace pick up and become more erratic as he neared completion. Desperate to cum with his lover still inside of him, Jack tried to remove one hand from the wall. The moisture on his hands combined with the slickness of the walls managed to defeat him, but it was too late anyway. Jack could feel Daniel stifle his shout of ecstasy as he released himself into Jack’s willing body.
After taking a moment to recover, Daniel carefully withdrew, and Jack straightened immediately while stroking himself. The water still cascading down on him prevented the necessary friction, but Daniel solved that problem by dropping to his knees and engulfing Jack in a different kind of wetness.
The sight of Daniel on his knees, eyes fixed on Jack’s face was nearly enough to bring him off on sensory overload alone. When Daniel slipped a finger into his already loose opening and rubbed that sweet bundle of nerves Jack was lost to oblivion. A pair of strong arms eased him down to the shower floor.
And finally, finally, Daniel was kissing him, devouring all of his doubt and worry and replacing it with love and passion until the only thing that was left was the two of them and the world they made when they were together.
Jack decided that maybe holiday travel wasn’t so bad.
He spared a thought for Daniel’s Christmas gift sitting in his quarters. Photocopied papers wrapped in shiny red paper that declared the retirement of one Major General Jonathan O’Neill. Oh yeah, this holiday season was gonna be a nightmare, with the endless congratulations and parties, frantic searches for short term storage and long term living arrangements, movers to hire, and lots of lost time to be made up. But as Daniel’s tongue lazily reacquainted itself with Jack’s, he knew it was all worth it.
“Welcome home,” Daniel whispered when they parted.
Jack smiled and leaned in for another slow kiss before answering, “Merry Christmas, Daniel.”