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Story Title: Top Secret Jell-O Muncher
Author: wolfsnc
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing: Jack/Daniel One shot's all it takes
Rating: NC-17
Wordage: 1,107
Notes: Done quickly because me thinking of this kind of thing for too long results in a novel or something crack...like Sayid from LOST jumping in...Enjoy!
Daniel was a little wary of the way that he was being looked at. Jack’s dark eyes were boring into his across the desk, and he couldn’t quite figure out what he had done this time to deserve this treatment. He also felt a little odd at being on the non business end of the desk with Jack. He still hadn’t ever got used to the fact that Jack was now general. Of course he had had his hand in getting Jack to take the position.
Daniel Jackson never thought that he would be here, feeling like a kid going to be scolded for something he couldn’t remember doing.
It had to be the jell-o. He knew he shouldn’t have taken the last one at lunch yesterday.
He watched Jack as he slowly rounded his desk, not speaking a word, which wasn’t unusual, not really....Daniel knew he was the talker of the group with the close second being Sam. He heard Jack close the door, he was definitely in trouble. He heard the lock click into place. Maybe not?
Things that could be top secret that Jack needed help with in making decisions ran through his mind. After Jack wasn’t really big on the thinking, again that was a Daniel and Sam thing. Teal’c was more like Jack, a man of few words and more action. Although both had gotten far better over the years about talking and even thinking for a second before they acted.
“Jack?” The word held two syllables this time, as it usually did when Daniel wasn’t sure about something the other man was doing or about to do or perhaps even thinking about.
“Daniel.”
The word was plain, nearly one syllable as it was Jack saying his name and it was often used in that way. “Was there something that you wanted to talk about?” His eyes caught sight of the red phone and he looked up at Jack when the man stood by the edge of his desk, looking down at him with those dark eyes. “Something like…that ringing soon?”
“No.” Jack gave Daniel a look and shook his head. “Why would the president want to talk to you?”
Daniel’s brows raised over his glasses, “Well he has talked to me before, more friendly than your conversations with him.” After Jack gave him another look he added, “I’m supposing.”
“I have my own reasons as to why you’re here.”
“But...Jack...that jell-o was just sitting there and I just couldn’t resist. I thought maybe you had already had lunch seeing as it was late and I like that jell-o...” Daniel stopped as Jack looked confused. That wasn’t it.
“Daniel, I’m glad you took the last jell-o. The president will be proud that there is no food going to waste because you like to make sure everything isn’t alone.”
Daniel eyed Jack, not sure whether he had just confessed something Jack hadn’t known about the missing last jell-o or if Jack was indeed glad that he had ate the last jell-o because he’d already had his fill that day. Knowing Jack, it was sarcasm and he was here to take it out of Daniel’s hide because Jack wanted that jell-o for supper. “You mad at me?”
Jack snorted and came over to place a hand on Daniel’s shoulder, sending chills through the man in the chair. “No. Is there a reason why I need to be mad at you Daniel?”
That hand was on his shoulder, Jack had just snorted and reassured him. Daniel was going to die soon. “Did my physical not come back okay?” He heard his own voice hitch a little, he didn’t have a fear of dying really, just a fear of leaving Jack in charge of the Stargate program without him.
“You had a physical?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, I was told to give you another.”
Before Daniel could focus on what Jack was saying and plot out the different meanings that could come from Jack’s twisted mind, Daniel found himself on Jack’s desk in a textbook Air Force throw. A throw that Daniel was sure could be found on page 42 of the hand to hand combat manual of 2002 and any page of the previous years’ handbooks, that he was no longer made familiar with.
“Jack?” Fear was definitely in his voice now as thoughts of Anubis still in the base or some other sick being able to take over Jack’s body…then Jack’s lips were on his, his glasses being tossed to Jack’s chair, and his body being pressed to the hard uncluttered desk that belonged to Jack.
Daniel couldn’t think. He could only react. His hands dragged away Jack’s clothes, as Jack did the same for him. There were grunts from Jack, and whispers of seduction in many different languages pouring from Daniel’s lips. Daniel blinked as Jack rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. Groaning and clenching his teeth Daniel squeezed his eyes shut as Jack’s slicked fingers probed into him.
Panting and clenching Jack’s shoulders, Daniel moved against those fingers, finding pleasure in the pain, even as he reached down to pump his own cock in time with Jack’s fingers. Then Jack’s slick cock was at his entrance, Jack’s hands lifting his ass roughly and that cock’s head popped into him.
Daniel wanted to scream.
Saying the Declaration he had found on their recent world exploration, Daniel made himself relax as he was slowly penetrated. His own cock throbbed, begging to enter something as it lay on his stomach, pulsing against his unmoving hand. The Jack ground out Daniel’s name, thrusting into him. Daniel opened his eyes again to watch Jack ride him, watch his superior take him and it made him nearly explode with the sight.
Daniel began pumping and squeezing his cock in time with Jack’s frenzied thrust. He moaned, the sound nearly covered with the sound of the desk screeching with each thrust and skin slapping taught wet skin. The more scholarly of the two couldn’t say anything other than the name of the man thrusting so harshly into him. Moaning that name between pants, watching the man with that name lose complete control because of him.
Daniel’s name was whispered before Jack shuddered, the desk giving one last screech. Seed spilled into the hot, tightness of Daniel and onto his flat stomach and over his hand.
Both men panted, regaining their breath with each other on the desk. Daniel had his eyes closed and nearly whimpered when Jack moved, his lips coming to his ear to say: “Next time...I’ll get to use the jell-o, like I wanted.”
Author: wolfsnc
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing: Jack/Daniel One shot's all it takes
Rating: NC-17
Wordage: 1,107
Notes: Done quickly because me thinking of this kind of thing for too long results in a novel or something crack...like Sayid from LOST jumping in...Enjoy!
Daniel was a little wary of the way that he was being looked at. Jack’s dark eyes were boring into his across the desk, and he couldn’t quite figure out what he had done this time to deserve this treatment. He also felt a little odd at being on the non business end of the desk with Jack. He still hadn’t ever got used to the fact that Jack was now general. Of course he had had his hand in getting Jack to take the position.
Daniel Jackson never thought that he would be here, feeling like a kid going to be scolded for something he couldn’t remember doing.
It had to be the jell-o. He knew he shouldn’t have taken the last one at lunch yesterday.
He watched Jack as he slowly rounded his desk, not speaking a word, which wasn’t unusual, not really....Daniel knew he was the talker of the group with the close second being Sam. He heard Jack close the door, he was definitely in trouble. He heard the lock click into place. Maybe not?
Things that could be top secret that Jack needed help with in making decisions ran through his mind. After Jack wasn’t really big on the thinking, again that was a Daniel and Sam thing. Teal’c was more like Jack, a man of few words and more action. Although both had gotten far better over the years about talking and even thinking for a second before they acted.
“Jack?” The word held two syllables this time, as it usually did when Daniel wasn’t sure about something the other man was doing or about to do or perhaps even thinking about.
“Daniel.”
The word was plain, nearly one syllable as it was Jack saying his name and it was often used in that way. “Was there something that you wanted to talk about?” His eyes caught sight of the red phone and he looked up at Jack when the man stood by the edge of his desk, looking down at him with those dark eyes. “Something like…that ringing soon?”
“No.” Jack gave Daniel a look and shook his head. “Why would the president want to talk to you?”
Daniel’s brows raised over his glasses, “Well he has talked to me before, more friendly than your conversations with him.” After Jack gave him another look he added, “I’m supposing.”
“I have my own reasons as to why you’re here.”
“But...Jack...that jell-o was just sitting there and I just couldn’t resist. I thought maybe you had already had lunch seeing as it was late and I like that jell-o...” Daniel stopped as Jack looked confused. That wasn’t it.
“Daniel, I’m glad you took the last jell-o. The president will be proud that there is no food going to waste because you like to make sure everything isn’t alone.”
Daniel eyed Jack, not sure whether he had just confessed something Jack hadn’t known about the missing last jell-o or if Jack was indeed glad that he had ate the last jell-o because he’d already had his fill that day. Knowing Jack, it was sarcasm and he was here to take it out of Daniel’s hide because Jack wanted that jell-o for supper. “You mad at me?”
Jack snorted and came over to place a hand on Daniel’s shoulder, sending chills through the man in the chair. “No. Is there a reason why I need to be mad at you Daniel?”
That hand was on his shoulder, Jack had just snorted and reassured him. Daniel was going to die soon. “Did my physical not come back okay?” He heard his own voice hitch a little, he didn’t have a fear of dying really, just a fear of leaving Jack in charge of the Stargate program without him.
“You had a physical?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, I was told to give you another.”
Before Daniel could focus on what Jack was saying and plot out the different meanings that could come from Jack’s twisted mind, Daniel found himself on Jack’s desk in a textbook Air Force throw. A throw that Daniel was sure could be found on page 42 of the hand to hand combat manual of 2002 and any page of the previous years’ handbooks, that he was no longer made familiar with.
“Jack?” Fear was definitely in his voice now as thoughts of Anubis still in the base or some other sick being able to take over Jack’s body…then Jack’s lips were on his, his glasses being tossed to Jack’s chair, and his body being pressed to the hard uncluttered desk that belonged to Jack.
Daniel couldn’t think. He could only react. His hands dragged away Jack’s clothes, as Jack did the same for him. There were grunts from Jack, and whispers of seduction in many different languages pouring from Daniel’s lips. Daniel blinked as Jack rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. Groaning and clenching his teeth Daniel squeezed his eyes shut as Jack’s slicked fingers probed into him.
Panting and clenching Jack’s shoulders, Daniel moved against those fingers, finding pleasure in the pain, even as he reached down to pump his own cock in time with Jack’s fingers. Then Jack’s slick cock was at his entrance, Jack’s hands lifting his ass roughly and that cock’s head popped into him.
Daniel wanted to scream.
Saying the Declaration he had found on their recent world exploration, Daniel made himself relax as he was slowly penetrated. His own cock throbbed, begging to enter something as it lay on his stomach, pulsing against his unmoving hand. The Jack ground out Daniel’s name, thrusting into him. Daniel opened his eyes again to watch Jack ride him, watch his superior take him and it made him nearly explode with the sight.
Daniel began pumping and squeezing his cock in time with Jack’s frenzied thrust. He moaned, the sound nearly covered with the sound of the desk screeching with each thrust and skin slapping taught wet skin. The more scholarly of the two couldn’t say anything other than the name of the man thrusting so harshly into him. Moaning that name between pants, watching the man with that name lose complete control because of him.
Daniel’s name was whispered before Jack shuddered, the desk giving one last screech. Seed spilled into the hot, tightness of Daniel and onto his flat stomach and over his hand.
Both men panted, regaining their breath with each other on the desk. Daniel had his eyes closed and nearly whimpered when Jack moved, his lips coming to his ear to say: “Next time...I’ll get to use the jell-o, like I wanted.”