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Author's notes: This ficlet has been revised since it was originally posted on the Alphagate list.
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For once, Jack O’Neill was having a quiet afternoon off-world. It was a beautiful day on a deserted planet and they had plenty of time for their surveys. Carter and Teal’c were one valley over checking out mineral readings, leaving Jack to watch over Daniel. And watch he did. The second floor of this structure was wooden and had collapsed into the ground floor long ago. Daniel sifted through the rubble looking for artifacts. Jack stood nearby, P-90 ready, secretly enjoying the view.
This was definitely a guilty pleasure. Jack had no idea what Daniel would say if he knew what Jack had been thinking about for the last four months. Every time Daniel leaned down, the fabric of his BDU’s stretched tightly across his ass. Jack could see the muscles clench and flex as he moved. Daniel breathed heavily from his exertion; a faint sheen of perspiration covering his face. It was easy to fantasize Daniel moving beneath him, panting with excitement as they made love.
Daniel wiped the back of one hand across his forehead and Jack hoped he would take off his jacket. He wanted to see Daniel’s broad shoulders and strong back. He could almost feel the warm smooth skin under his fingers as he imagined his hand stroking Daniel’s arms. Daniel would lean back so that Jack could softly kiss the nape of his neck. Jack would pull Daniel close against his body then reach around to run his hands over Daniel’s chest. Daniel would make breathy little moans as one of Jack’s hands skimmed down across Daniel’s belly and then farther down toward his –
“Ow!”
Reverie interrupted, Jack focused on the real Daniel who was still standing by the rubble pile. “You okay?”
Turning to face him, Daniel raised his hand, his index finger prominently displayed. “I’ve got a splinter in my finger.”
God, Daniel looked so good from behind, but Jack also loved to see his beautiful face with those blue eyes and those full lips. He tried to picture Daniel’s eyes heavy lidded with desire or screwed shut in pleasure as he came. Suddenly Jack heard himself blurt out in a husky voice, “Want me to kiss it and make it better?”
Daniel’s eyes opened wide, looking as shocked as Jack felt. Shit, shit, shit. Jack couldn’t believe he actually said that out loud. Maybe he could ignore it, pretend he never said anything.
Daniel’s tongue flicked out to lick his lower lip. His throat moved as he swallowed hard. He stared at Jack, dropped his hands to his belt buckle and said, “If I had a splinter on my butt, would that offer still apply?”
Jack stepped forward, gently placing his hand against Daniel’s face to caress his cheek. “For you, Daniel, it comes with a lifetime guarantee.”