Part 103
As Philip placed the coffee mug before Jack at the table he said, “You know what, I’ve just had a thought.”
“About?” Jack asked between mouthfuls of breakfast cereal.
“About knocking out that wall- ” The artist waved the coffee pot towards the wall that separated the dining room they were in with the kitchen- “and putting in a breakfast bar. We could keep the wood tones throughout by putting in some louver screens to section it off. Oh! Or there could be one of those racks that the pots and pans hang from.. or..or..even a rack that stemmed glasses dangle from…”
The officer was paused in his action of lifting a spoonful of cereal to his mouth as he watched his enraptured paramour stare at the china cabinet that had stood in front of the very solid wall since Jack moved into that place years ago.
With his back to Jack and waving the pot around excitedly, Philip effused, “And I could sit and watch you cook!” Finally he turned around with a happy smile illuminating his face. “What do you think!?” He was breathless with artistic creativity but one look at the stunned expression told him exactly what he thought of it even before he heard Jack’s choked response.
“Huh?”
“You hate it!”
“You.. uh.. spoke too fast.” Jack straightened up and quirked his head.
Philip kicked his leg over his chair and eased himself down opposite his partner. His black eyes flashed as he grew excited once more and exclaimed, “A breakfast bar, you know the thing! I could sit at it and read the paper – or sketch – while you cooked in the kitchen. It would really open up the house and..”
He stopped when he saw the way Jack lowered his chin to his chest and lace his fingers together. He knew what that meant.
He sighed and turned his face away. Jack knew what that meant.
“Babe, really, I’m just.. well, I’m a little blown away by it, that’s all. It’s left field! How long have you considered it?”
Philip checked his watch. “About three minutes now!” His faint smile died on his lips as he shrugged and said, “Anyway, it was just an idea.”
Jack heard the deflated tone and shifted his gaze towards the wood and glass cabinet standing in the spot Philip was imagining bulldozing. “You could, maybe, do up a few sketches of how you think it would look, and I can at least have a look at them.”
“Tonight?”
“Oh! Uh!” It was happening too fast but Jack tilted his head and said, “Sure.”
Philip eyed him a long moment then muttered, “If you come home tonight.”
Holding his finger up between them, the older man reminded him, “Hey! I bookmarked that page… I fully intend to be back tonight…”
“Between the sheets.” Philip grinned wantonly, already moved on from the disappointment.
Jack tilted his head and met the gaze with one just as immoral. “Between them, on them, under them..”
“Ripped into strips and tied up with them!” The artist bit his bottom lip between his white teeth and smiled. A strangled noise shuddered out of Jack now and that made Philip chuckle. “Well, darling, you know I’ll be waiting!” He drawled seductively, knowing, not only by the look on Jack’s face right now, but the small noises he was choking back, that his teasing was very effective. After he slowly licked his lips while watching Jack watch his tongue he asked, “So what time should I expect you home?”
Jack was frozen for a split-second then he shook awake, met the mischievous grin and shook his head while he muttered something inaudible under his breath. As he reached out for and picked up the set of car keys from the table he rose to his feet and said, “Eighteen hundred.” With his legs straddled either side of the chair he pushed the keys into his front pocket. Then he lifted the plate and cup from the table, took them to the kitchen and dropped them into the sink. When he returned to the dining room Philip was already at the front door waiting for him with a coat in his hands. He allowed him to help him into the long, woolen jacket then Philip adjusted the collar when Jack turned to face him.
“Am I going to get this treatment every morning?” The older man enquired.
“No, normally it will be a case of ‘wake me up and die, O’Neill’…” Philip grinned then pressed his fingertip against Jack’s chin. “But this is a special occasion.”
“Ah, I see.” Jack reached to kiss his lips with a closed mouth then he straightened up.
Philip hooked his hand behind his neck and pulled him back towards him. “That wasn’t a proper kiss,” he whispered against the thin lips before he delved into Jack’s mouth with his tongue.
As they parted Jack said, “I was thinking of you. I’ve just had froot loops!”
“So?” The young man laughed.
“So, I’ve just ea-ten..” Jack said again as if having to spell it out for him.
Philip gave him a befuddled frown. “Hun, I suck up stuff that squirts from your dick and I drink about a gallon of your spit in any given twenty-four hour block – if I’m lucky.. so..…. I don’t see a problem with sticking my tongue in your mouth after you’ve ea-ten.”
Jack screwed up his nose then said, “It’s .. different.” He tilted his head. “Isn’t it different?”
The black curls bounced as Phil shook his head and shrugged at the same time. “I like froot loops.”
Both men smiled then Jack shrugged and shook his head as well.
Philip adjusted his collar again as he said, “Honestly love, it’s not, for me. But if it bothers you- I’ll refrain..”
“From kissing me after I’ve eaten.. or that other stuff too?”
“Hey, I’m not punishing *myself*, you know!” Philip told him, and that left Jack assured that he meant he was definitely still going to do the ‘other’ stuff, as he’d put it.
“Cool.” He said then leaned down for another tender kiss. Philip made an effort to keep his tongue inside his own mouth but Jack jerked back, looked into his eyes and then screwed up his nose. “Not the same, is it?”
Philip merely shook his head so Jack muttered, “Screw it!” and closed the gap between them. As he pressed his tongue into Philip’s mouth the younger man groaned and wrapped tight arms around his neck.
*
Daniel looked at the naked body sprawled across the bed. As he jumped into his chinos he grumbled, under his breath, “So *not* fair.”
Graham gave him a wanton smile, rolled onto his stomach and parted his legs just enough to tempt Daniel with the view. “You know..” He patted the sheet invitingly. “It’s going to be over 20 hours before we see each other – alone - again.”
The blue eyes rolled upwards. “I know! Don’t remind me,” Daniel groused then he reached for, and strapped on, his watch. Graham continued to pat the sheet as he glided his legs across the smoothness.
“How about one for the road?” he asked with a seductive growl.
The older man looked at him. “You’re kidding, right?” When he saw the suggestive way the dark brows raised he laughed and said, “Grae, I can’t sit down as it is! Briefing today is going to be hell!” He turned and started towards the door but a naked lieutenant filled the way with arms spread wide to stop him, and a smile on his face that made Daniel wish he could forget the rest of the day. With a stubborn jut of his chin Daniel said, “Out of my way.”
“Or?” Graham touched a hand to the blue-shirted chest. The tip of the finger toyed with a small button.
“Oh, God,” the older man groaned then clapped both hands around the stubble-covered jawline. “You are too tempting, have I ever told you that?”
Graham nuzzled into the touch. “Plenty of times, but I like hearing it.”
One of Daniel’s hands left the face and touched down the hairy chest, cupped a rounded pec muscle for a gentle squeeze then slithered down the arrow of hair to the semi-aroused shaft. As he stared directly into the cimmerian eyes he purred, “You make me want to forget the rest of the world exists and stay locked up here-” he indicated Graham’s apartment with a flick of his gaze before settling onto the shimmering brown eyes once more- “and just be with you.”
Graham’s lips parted with a deep breath as Daniel squeezed his cock gently. “Can I come and visit you in your office this afternoon when I come on duty?” he asked huskily.
Daniel reached down and kissed along the prickly jaw. “No,” he murmured as he kissed and stroked his lover. “Too dangerous.” He nibbled the black hairs on the tanned chin, and then rubbed his tongue against the prickles. “We might get caught.”
The young man’s breath hitched then he moaned as his throat arched right back. He swallowed as he murmured, “I have got to get off these night duties.”
In one quick movement Daniel had spun him around on the spot, wrapped an arm across the hairy chest and pressed Graham against the doorframe with his own hardening groin. Both men moaned as Daniel thrust against him while he stroked him to his completion. Against the small ear Daniel breathed heavily and whispered, “Yes. You do!”
**
By the time Jack entered the Briefing room on the Base Sam was already in her place reading the data that had been quickly put together for the impromptu meeting. SG-6 had been off world on a Recon mission when they discovered a large stone pedestal covered in some kind of inscriptions. From what limited knowledge they had it seemed the writings were Goa’uld. Apart from the writings there were a few pictographs as well, depicting a battle or a war. The pedestal was in the center of what might have been a meeting place and judging by the burns on the surrounding rocks and ground, the place had very recently seen a battle.
Sam smiled as Jack dropped heavily into the chair opposite hers. "Hey Sir, enjoy your lunch?"
Dryly he said , "Hmmm, tuna casserole! It always sits so well in the pit of my stomach with the feeling of foreboding.." He patted his stomach as he grimaced.
The major's eyes flashed with curiosity. "Why foreboding?"
"Because it's a last minute mission and I hate last minute missions, Carter!"
The blonde tilted her head and watched him go across the room to pour himself a coffee. "Ah!" She said with a small nod. Jack turned from the pot and looked at the empty chairs around the table.
"Where's Daniel and Teal'c?"
Sam pointed the pen she was holding towards the door. "They're having a quiet talk.."
"Oh?" The graying brow arches suspiciously. As he eased down into his black chair once more he asked her, "Did you notice the strange feeling between them in my office this morning?"
"Hard not to," she told him.
Jack sighed and sat back. He hated being right. Hammond entered the room and looked at the two empty seats.
"Where are Dr Jackson and Teal'c?"
"Coming.."
"They're on their way.." Sam and Jack said together then shot a glance to each other.
Jack looked at Hammond and finished with, "Sir."
"I'd have thought Dr Jackson would have been the first person here - given the nature of this mission." The General said.
"Yeh," the colonel sighed. "Doc loves his rocks!" He sipped at his coffee then met the stare Sam was giving him across the table. He frowned and put the cup down but didn't ask her what was wrong.
"As you will no doubt know from the notes," Hammond indicated to the folders before the two officers, "SG-6 was on a recon mission when they discovered this pedestal and the inscriptions. As the area looked as though it had seen a battle in recent days they thought it might be important to get an archaeologist in to check out the inscriptions before continuing on with the mission."
Jack flipped the folder open with little interest. "Don't SG-6 have their own Archaeologist?"
"Normally, but not today. Hubbard called in sick this morning.."
//Peachy!//
"And knowing how you feel about loaning our your archaeologist, Colonel.." Hammond said with a gleeful smile. Jack rolled his eyes. "I thought you'd all like to go instead."
Sam lifted her blue eyes to look at Jack. He shrugged.
"Sir," she said then turned to address the more senior officer at the head of the table, "It says here that there were traces of Naquada and another as-yet unidentified substance in the soil samples."
"That's right, Major." Hammond nodded.
Jack's eyes rolled again. So not only did this last-minute mission have Daniel's favorite toy - Inscribed rocks - but Sam's as well - Unidentified funky stuff in the soil. He rubbed a hand down his face. He wasn't getting home at a normal hour tonight. Philip would have his balls for this!
Daniel and Teal'c finally entered the room via the spiral staircase. The group waited for them to make their apologies then take up their seat at the table.
"I was just telling the others," Hammond told them without remonstration for their tardiness. It wasn't like either of them to be late without a reason, so he didn't need to hear it - he just trusted that there was one. When he finished reiterating about the site he laid his clasped hands in his lap and addressed the table. "Any thoughts or comments? Any suggestions?"
Holding up his pen like a child in school, Jack leaned forward, past a glance around the faces at the table then looked at Hammond when he said, "I suggest we do this tomorrow, or the day after-" He was aware of the looks the others were giving the back of his head but he remained locked on Hammond's patient stare. Then he added, "Sir," politely.
A smile tugged on the Texan's thin lips. "It's a standard mission Colonel. I'd estimate two hours, maximum.."
"Two?" Daniel burst to life before he even realized he'd said something. Quickly he gathered himself and fanned his hand at the spread of papers before him as he said, "By the scope of this data, that place is huge and.." He quickly looked at Jack - that earned him a death glare - then he returned his attention to Hammond. "It would probably take more than two hours just to *document* this information!"
Jack growled and threw his pen down onto the tablet of paper before him. "Really Daniel? That *does* surprise me!"
The archaeologist's blue eyes narrowed and he tilted his head as he glared slightly at the complaining man. "Even *longer*!" He bit back obstinately. "*If* I try to decipher as I go along.."
Jack held the stare between them but it was Hammond who broke the impasse. "Well, the longer you sit here arguing about how long it will take, the longer it will take!" Everyone looked at the General then he said, in a flustered voice, "SG-1 you have a go! Report back in two hours."
Sam watched Jack as she closed her folder and pushed her chair back from the table. Together she and Teal'c left the room while Daniel stood where he'd been sitting, carefully putting back the papers he'd spread around the table. Jack filled in time as he waited for his friend to be finished by shuffling his feet on the carpet and tapping his fingers against the table. Finally the anthropologist tucked his folder under his arm and stepped out from his chair.
"Everything okay?" Jack asked as he moved up to Daniel's side.
"I was about to ask you the same thing," the younger man retorted coolly as they trotted down the stairs.
They paused on the landing and Jack held his stare - he knew Daniel wasn't happy with him for the spat at the table. Straightening back his shoulders and gaining the stature of a Colonel the slightly taller man said, professionally, "I'm referring to you and Teal'c being *late* to a mission brief."
Daniel shrugged as he continued down the stairs. "We had something to discuss."
"Problem?" Jack asked as they stepped out, side by side, into the corridor together.
"Issues. One.. actually. Singular." Daniel blinked quickly as he walked with his head slightly bowed.
"All okay now?" The older man asked as they turned a bend in the corridor and pulled up outside the designated change room for SG-1.
Before opening the door Daniel glanced at him then said, "Yeah. It wasn't that big a deal."
Jack nodded wordlessly.
"What about you?" Daniel raised his chin slightly now and squared his head to meet Jack's eyes directly.
"Me?"
With a jut of his head towards the direction that they'd just come from the younger man said, "What was that all about?"
"What?"
"That!" Daniel's jaw set defiantly.
Jack pushed on the door and the two men went into the locker room. Neither Sam nor Teal'c were in there so Jack stood before his area and started to unzip his green jacket. Daniel moved along to his own area where his clean clothes hung ready for their next mission.
Jack peeled his black t-shirt off over his head then he reached in for his underarm deodorant. "I just don't want to be stuck on some world that may or may not have snake heads on it who may or may not attack and either a) kill us or b) maim us or c) hold us captive.." He had almost used his entire can of spray by the end of his rant. Daniel stared at him through the haze.
“Or d) All of the above..” The younger man quipped then flicked his fingers as he lowered his face and muttered, ”Though not necessarily in that order..”
Jack simply glared back at him without a word.
"Wow!" Daniel finally said as he tilted his head, bit back a smirk at his irrational friend and exclaimed quietly, "You've really thought about this, haven't you?" The last words barely made it out without him laughing. He coughed, waved his hand on the pretense that it was the aerosol making him cough, then he jerked his brow as he diverted his eyes to his clothes hanging up.
Jack waved his hand frantically to dispel the mist clouding him then he recapped the can and threw it onto the bag on the ground. "All through lunch!” He said tersely before changing his tone and saying, “which was tuna casserole, by the way, and *thanks* for joining me like you promised you would in your email earlier!" He tugged on a clean black t-shirt and tucked it in with jerky actions.
The anthropologist groaned as he removed his t-shirt and then rolled it between his hands. "I'm sorry."
Jack turned to look at the half-naked man beside him and tilted his head. "I know you don't like Tuna but there were other delicacies to entice you. One of them was last week's budget steak – reheated - I'm sure!" He reached into his area and lifted a fresh jacket off the hanger in there. Daniel bit back his smile as he threaded his arms through the clean top and slipped it down his body.
"Sounds like I missed a treat," he said as he lowered his chin to his chest and watched himself tuck his top into his green pants. Jack caught his actions out of the corner of his eye then he diverted his view to his own zipper on his jacket and pulled it up to his dog tags, that hung over the black material covering his chest.
"You did!" He assured his friend as he stood with his hands on his hips. "Where were you anyway? I waited for twenty minutes."
"I had to talk with Teal'c," Daniel said as he sat on the bench and refastened his bootlaces.
Jack frowned. "I thought you'd just come from there?"
"I did.. I had.." Daniel shot him a quick glance without raising his face then he frowned and concentrated on his bootlaces again.
Jack's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "I thought you said it was a 'small' issue.."
Daniel sighed, because he was expecting this from his friend. Jack was, he'd hate to be called it but it was true, a gossip when it came to his friends. He wouldn't pass on a word to anyone, but he definitely liked to be kept in the picture at all times! Therefore it came as no surprise to Daniel that Jack would give him the third degree now about the Teal'c situation. Stomping his feet onto the floor the younger man stood and met his friend's impatient glare. "It was.. small - but as it's over with now size is irrelevant, Jack!" He lifted his jacket from a hanger and slid it up his arms.
Jack snorted at that last comment then turned towards his locker area. "Try telling *that* to Phil!" He grumbled under his breath.
Daniel smiled now and recalled the issue about the car between Jack and Philip that night in the bar. With a change of subject he asked, "Did you buy a car?"
Jack waved his hand dismissively and groused, "Some small black imported model. So low to the ground I could step over it. Parts alone for the damn thing will make him poor!" Daniel bit back his smile at Jack's attitude. With a shrug the older man added, "Does have ONE redeeming feature though.." He held up a finger between them.
Daniel cocked his brow then said, "It's a convertible?"
The happy grin that smeared across Jack's face told him he was right. The added pumping of his fist in the air and triumphant hiss of "Yessss" that went with it really told Daniel he was right in his guess.
"I thought he didn't like convertibles?"
The exultant officer shrugged and beamed, "Price of love, Danny boy!"
"So it's small and black? *Not* a phallic symbol then?" He teased.
"Size of this thing? I hope not!" Jack chuckled then he thought a moment and added, "Though it *is* a convertible.."
Daniel puzzled on what he meant for a minute then he shook his head as he slapped his hand on Jack's shoulder. "Too much information there, Jack!"
"What? Surely Graham's..? Oh, Hi Carter... Teal'c." Jack gave the two that entered the locker room a guilty smile then he quickly glanced at Daniel, jutted his head towards the door and the two of them left the room.
Sam frowned and looked over at the Jaffa.
"What do you think that was all about?"
"I have no idea," Teal'c mumbled deeply as he began to change for the mission.
<End of part 103>
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