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A Helping Hand
| Pairing: |
Jack/Daniel |
| Rating: |
PG-13 |
| Warnings: |
None. |
| Notes: |
Hadn't planned on posting for this
challenge at all, but felt the urge at the last minute. Written in about 10
minutes at the Frankfurt Airport AA Lounge. No beta. You have been warned.
All errors are indeed, mine. Had planned on doing this as X-rated, but
having hubby looking over my shoulder (and no privacy guard yet for the new
notebook PC) kind of cramped my style. This is the PG version. |
| Word Count: |
1434 |
Daniel Jackson gazed out at the Spring evening sky over
Colorado Springs and sighed deeply. It really was a beautiful evening. The sky
was just starting to turn deep blue and stars were winking into existence. He
thought longingly of his beloved Abydos, then had to force the thought out of
his mind before the self-recrimination began. There was nothing he could do to
change the past.
Daniel sipped his beer and settled back into the deep,
padded chair. This was such a comfortable spot to relax in. Green grass
surrounded by trees and some well-tended flower beds. The flower bulbs he'd
planted weeks ago were just showing their pale green heads. Soon a riot of
colors would be appearing. He silently congratulated himself on the state of
those flower beds. When he'd first contemplated becoming a homeowner he'd
considered a yard to be nothing more than a series of unending chores. He had
been quite surprised to discover that he truly enjoyed working on the flower
beds, weeding, mowing the lawn and other gardenly pursuits. He always felt a
sense of peace here. Why hadn't he done this earlier in his life? Yet another
question to go unanswered. At least he was here now.
SG-1's last mission had been a success, at least from a
cultural standpoint. At least they hadn't come across evidence of any Ori
visitation. The people of Fermai were unlike any he'd encountered before. They
were agrarian, in an early state of technological development, no weaponry of
interest. But culturally, they were an astonishing mix of Earth-based
influences. Daniel had picked up signs of over 20 different influences. As
always, his scholarly heart had cried out to be able to stay on the planet and
learn more, but SGC needs dictated that he wrap things up quickly. Jack would
have been bored to tears. He smiled at the thought. God how he still missed Jack
on missions! Mitchell was OK, though. He really was trying to keep "the band"
together.
Daniel closed his eyes and mentally reviewed all that he'd
observed of the Fermai. SG-1 had arrived during the Spring Planting Festival and
the celebration had been all-encompassing: Singing, dancing, feasting, praying,
symbolic sacrifices to the Gods and, weirdest of all, the fertility ceremony.
Designed to ensure both the fertility of the land and the people, the fertility
ceremony had been a huge communal circle-jerk. It took place in the temple
courtyard and consisted of all the sexually mature men standing in a huge
circle, jerking off, while the women danced and writhed about them in a wild
ecstasy of their own. Once each man had come, he spread the semen on his hands
onto the skin of one of the women. Some of those "massages" had been steamy.
Even more interesting, not all of the men had been looking at the women while
performing their roles. Some of the men had definitely been looking. at other
men .
Daniel laughed quietly to himself. It wasn't all that long
since he'd started looking at other men, well, at one other man in particular.
He looked at his watch. Was it too late to call Jack in Washington? He tried to
remember what Jack's schedule was this week. Was the Joint Chief's dinner
tonight or tomorrow night? No matter. He decided to finish his beer and then
call Jack before turning in for the night.
His cell phone rang about ten minutes later.
"Daniel Jackson."
"Hey, you."
"Hey, yourself, General Jack. Did you just get home?"
"Yeah, been another one of those terminally long events
that our Military excels at. At least we managed to accomplish a few things
tonight among all the booze, red meat, cigars and mutual posturing. Tell me
again why I agreed to take this position?"
"Oh, Jack. You poor, poor overburdened man ..."
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Several warm, companionable minutes went by while Daniel
soothed Jack's jangled nerves and then told him about SG-1's latest mission.
" .... Jack, you have no idea how hard it was not to join
in during the Fertility Ceremony. All that moaning, rubbing and gyrating .. It
was almost hypnotic! The only thing that kept me in line was the thought of the
look on Sam's face if I'd have asked her to participate with me. Asking Vala,
well, that was never an option. You know how she is. If I let her play with me
once, she's going to want to play with me all the time. She's very tenacious.
And you can stop laughing at me now, Jack."
"I think I'm just glad that you didn't think to ask
Mitchell to play with you."
"No chance of that, Jack. There's only one military man
that I want to play with. I hope I'll get to see you this month. It's been ages!
I'm going to die from pent-up sexual frustration."
"It's been a week and a half, Danny!"
"It feels like forever to me."
"Just think, all the years I've known you and I'm only now
discovering what an insatiable slut you are."
"Does that mean I'll see you soon?"
"I don't know, but I think I can help you out right now.
Are you somewhere safe and private?"
" Yes."
"Good. Now listen to my voice and do as I say ...."
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Twenty minutes later, a sweaty, sated and nearly naked
Daniel Jackson sank back down into his chair, little more than a boneless heap.
Breathing heavily. Bearing a rosy glow and a huge smile. Yes, this garden had
received his personal fertility blessing.
"Wow, Jack! You could retire now and start a second career
in the phone sex trade. That was incredible! I could feel your hands on me
through the power of your voice alone. That was the best phone sex, ever."
"It had better be the only phone sex for you. Happy to be
of service, Dr. Jackson."
"You can service me any time, flyboy."
"Um, Daniel, is that a dog I hear barking in the
background?"
"Yes."
"Is that the Tucker's Great Dane, by chance?"
"Um, I think so. Yes."
"Daniel, are you at my house?"
"Yes, Jack."
"Are the windows open?"
"I don't think so. Why?"
"Why can I hear the dog like he's only twenty feet away?"
"Because he is only twenty feet away."
"Are you on my roof deck again?"
"Um, yeah."
"You just jerked off on my roof deck, where everyone can
see and hear you?"
"Guess so."
"Danny, what am I going to do with you? I'm half expecting
to hear police sirens. With all the noise you were making, someone had to have
called them. Most of the neighborhood knows I'm posted in D.C. now. I'm pretty
sure that a screaming, exhibitionist masturbator on my roof is not a normal
evening happening."
"Oh, don't be so sure ."
"You're kidding! Right?"
"I miss you, Jack. I feel close to you up on the deck."
"I miss you, too. Danny, why don't you just move in to my
house? You seem to be there half the time anyway. You could make a show of
paying me a below-market rent in exchange for keeping the place up while I'm in
Washington. It would look perfectly above-board. Then we'd be living together
when I visit. Think about it, please?"
"What about my house?"
"Sell it. It's not like you actually live there. You don't
even have a double bed there! No adult person sleeps in a single bed in their
own HOME, Daniel. Besides, you spend all your time on-base or with me when
you're on Earth. Just think about it, OK?"
"OK, Jack. I will. I promise."
"OK. We'll talk about it when I see you next."
"Soon, Jack?"
"Not soon enough. Is that a siren I hear?"
"Yeah. Gotta go, Jack. It seems I have some explaining to
do. Love you. Bye".
"Love you, too. G'night."
Daniel Jackson turned his phone off and went off to greet
the arriving police officer with a smile.
FINIS.
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