As Nature Intended

by Clancy Thomas

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asc/clancy/nature.php
Summary: SG-1 end up on a tropical planet where the wearing of clothes is actively discouraged!

As the wormhole disengaged behind them, SG-1 were enveloped in a humid, close breeze. Colonel Jack O'Neill immediately broke out into a sticky sweat. Geez he hated these kinds of planets - tropical heat was not his idea of paradise - not with a full pack, weapons and bullet-proof vest and particularly not with cammos on, which seemed designed specifically to foster chaffing.

The Stargate was surrounded by dense tropical vegetation and in the distance could be heard the gentle rise and fall of a benign ocean.

Major Carter slapped at a mosquito which had landed on her neck.

The sound of the slap coincided with the crack of a twig emanating from the rainforest.

Jack looked pointedly at Daniel Jackson, who was squinting enthusiastically in the direction of the noise.

'Now remember Daniel - basic survival instincts motto number one says...'

'If I rub noses with strange men I'm likely to get it cut off, yeah yeah, I know Jack.'

Jack raised his eyebrows. 'Not quite the way I would've put it but the sentiment is similar.'

From out of the forest emerged a group of natives. Men and women alike each held a spear or weapon of some description, but the weapons were not directed towards SG-1. Instead, most hung rather casually over a shoulder or loosely in a hand down by their side. A few in the group held up chunks of soft yellow fruits which they slurped bites from every now and again as they quietly observed the intruders. Children peeped through their mothers' legs or over their shoulders from carry sacks.

O'Neill and Carter exchanged looks. So far so good, thought Jack.

'Daniel?' Jack motioned with his hand that Daniel should start earning his wages.

'Umm, they look kinda Polynesian, I'm not really familiar with languages of the Pacific region. I could try French I guess. It depends how long ago the Goa-uld brought them here, if in fact the Goa'uld had anything to do with these people. It's just as likely, maybe more likely that these are native inhabitants in the true sense of the term, not descendents of enforced migration, particularly since this appears superficially to be a hospitable climate....' He trailed off as it became apparent neither Jack nor Sam nor Teal'c were even pretending to listen to him.

Whilst Daniel was talking a woman had stepped up to O'Neill and was now proceeding to tug at his clothing, fondling the fabric of his jacket. As she lowered her face and rubbed his lapels against her cheek, Jack jerked backwards.

'Hey! Just keep a bit of distance until we get to know each other huh?'

Teal'c raised an eyebrow. 'It appears that these people are fascinated by the presence of our clothing.'

All of the natives, excepting none, were completely naked. Some sported delicate tattoos on their torsos but nothing else, not even decoration or jewellery.

'Ya think?'

Carter turned to Daniel. 'What do you suggest we do Daniel?'

Daniel shrugged off his pack and laid his hat on top of it. When he started to take off his jacket, Jack stepped forward and grabbed hold of his arm.

'Hey whoa there Daniel. You're not gonna do that 'when in Rome' stuff again. I will admit that maybe my life is a little more empty for not being more open to different lifestyles and eating habits but there's no way I'm going starkers and neither is my team. Club Med this ain't Jackson.'

Daniel looked mildly at O'Neill. 'It's the easiest way to put them at ease Jack, to demonstrate that we don't mean them any harm. I can't talk to them if I don't understand the language...' he paused to extract his arm from Jack's grasp and continued shucking off his jacket, 'but basic body language is universal.'

'Basic body language...' muttered Jack under his breath as Daniel continued to remove his shirt and then his t-shirt. The crowd murmured in approval as his taut, golden torso was revealed.

Daniel then sat down to remove his boots.

Jack was having a hard time concentrating on anything else but the unconscious strip show being performed in front of him, but he managed to recover his senses as Daniel stood and started fumbling with his belt.

'Daniel! Stop right there! Are you forgetting we have a female member of SG-1? Think of Sam, even if you don't have any modesty yourself.' Damn, Jack could feel himself getting flustered. Damn humidity!

Daniel raised his eyebrows and looked bemused as he gestured to the twenty or so naked females in the crowd before them. 'I think modesty is a rather anachronistic concept here Jack.'

'And I really don't mind,' Sam hastened to add. 'Anything to ensure smooth relations between our worlds, Colonel.' She hoped she hadn't sounded too eager to let Daniel get on with disrobing.

Daniel waited with his hands on the open top button of his fly, for Jack's permission to continue.

At that point Jack decided to wash his hands of the responsibility. He shifted his position uncomfortably and shook his head resignedly. 'Okay, okay, do what you want, but I'm sure this falls under the category of rubbing noses Daniel and you know where that leads...'

Daniel flashed him a winning smile and continued undressing.

The crowd broke out in applause and cheers when Daniel removed his underwear and stood as naked as they. Jack and Sam, unbeknownst to each other, both resisted the urge to join in the applause. Even Teal'c looked approving. Jack was amazed that Daniel didn't even look embarrassed standing there and being scrutinised by the natives.

'So what now Dr Jackson?' inquired Jack when he had recovered the power of speech.

Daniel was distracted from answering by a young woman stepping up to him and running eager hands over his chest. Daniel gently brought his hand over the inquisitive fingers of the native and held the hand between his own. He bowed his head over their hands in greeting and was relieved when the young woman nodded in return and returned to her people.

Then a young man, about the same age as Daniel, stepped forward. He uttered a few words then wrapped his muscular arms around the scientist and pulled him into an embrace. Not wanting to cause offence, Daniel looked helplessly at the rest of his team as he returned the hug. Jack frowned.

The young man drew back after a few moments and patted Daniel on the arm. Then he slung his broad brown arm around Daniel's shoulders and motioned that they should all step back into the rainforest.

'I think we go with them, Jack,' called Daniel as he was enveloped in the crowd and propelled along into the forest, all the time his new friend talking casually into his ear, seemingly undisturbed that Daniel did not understand him.

Sam and Teal'c gathered up Daniel's clothes and pack, distributing the weight amongst themselves. Colonel O'Neill seemed rooted to the spot as Daniel disappeared into the forest, a pale form casually absorbed into the bundle of welcoming dark-skinned indigenous people.

'Sir?' Sam tapped him on the shoulder and motioned to his share of Daniel's belongings.

Jack looked at her and covered his feelings with a grumble. 'Oh for cryin' out loud, do we always have to carry Daniel's gear?'

~~~

The rest of the SG-1 team followed the group of natives from a slight distance, not losing sight of Daniel but not integrated into the crowd either. The people didn't seem interested in them. Their attention was totally absorbed by darting up to Daniel and running a loving hand over his back, legs and even his backside, by talking at him or by listening intently to the young man who'd nominated himself as the scientist's protector and best friend.

After they'd been walking for about 20 minutes the sky opened up in a monsoonal cloudburst. The canopy provided little protection from the drenching, but cooling, rain.

The native people did not take any notice of the rainstorm. They carried on walking at a leisurely pace, the water streaming off them and giving their slick bodies a healthy glow. Sam noticed that one of the women had put her bright eyed baby into Daniel's arms and it was curiously poking its fingers in his ears. Sam wondered how it was that Daniel always inspired such complete trust in people.

Jack was contemplating his soaking cammos. He was thankful for the rain at first as it cooled him down, including a particular region of his lower half which had been aflame since the unexpected strip-show at the Gate. However, now his trousers were dragging against his legs and chaffing his thighs uncomfortably. He was beginning to see the sense in going naked. The drenched clothes slowed SG-1 down and they fell a little further behind the main group. A steamy mist began to form in the rainforest.

Before long the team lost sight of the natives and Daniel, but the path had developed into a well worn trail which obviously led to some sort of settlement, and the myriad of footprints in the mud was clear evidence of the way the crowd had taken.

After a further ten minutes, Colonel O'Neill, Major Carter and Teal'c emerged out of the forest and into a clearing. In the centre of the clearing was a communal fireplace and in a circular pattern were six huts of varying size raised off the ground on short stilts and made watertight in the torrential rain by intricately thatched rooves.

As the team wondered which hut to approach, a familiar figure poked his head out of the biggest hut and swung casually down to the ground accompanied by his self-appointed guide.

'Over here Jack,' called out Daniel and the team made their way through the mud to the large hut.

With Daniel and his friend standing side by side unabashedly in front of them, Jack mused that if you took away the glasses, his best friend could quite easily fit right in here, despite being light-skinned. The water ran off their bodies in slick streaks. Jack tried not to notice how drips collected around Jackson's nipples and glistened before falling, or the way the rain beaded in the soft brown hair of his groin. He tried very hard not to notice that the native man had his arm protectively around Daniel's waist and occasionally slid it downwards to affectionately brush Daniel's ass.

Daniel looked unperturbed by the attention.

'Don't suppose we could go inside by any chance Daniel?' Jack arched an eyebrow as the hand slid southwards again. 'Or did that not come up on the agenda yet?'

Daniel had the grace to look embarrassed at his friends' drenched appearances.

'You can't come in Jack, none of you, not like that.' He shrugged to indicate that it wasn't his decision.

'Like what?' asked Jack snakily, 'oh you mean our clothes offend them? Don't they know cultural tolerance cuts both ways?'

Daniel narrowed his eyes. 'We came into their world Jack. It wouldn't hurt you to try something new for a change, and those clothes have gotta be uncomfortable.'

Sam looked at Teal'c and then at Jack. 'Don't refuse on my account, I don't mind if you don't. It won't be the hardest thing I've had to do as a soldier.'

Jack swallowed hard and tried not to think about the fact that his wet clothes afforded him the only protection available against horrible embarrassment in front of Daniel and the rest of his team. Instead, he focussed on images that would get rid of his growing erection. Think of Sam, he chanted in his head, think of Sam. But it was no good, not with Daniel standing casually in front of him stark naked. The games that he usually played to delay his orgasm when masturbating over the young archeologist were not going to work today.

Sam took his silence as approval since she really didn't want to stand around in her wet clothes much longer. She dropped her pack and took off her jacket which Daniel helpfully held out of the mud for her. The young native man did the same for Teal'c who was unselfconsciously shedding his clothes.

Jack stared at the huts on the other side of the clearing as Carter and Teal'c shed the remaining items of clothing, bundled up their clothes and packs and were led inside the hut by a smiling native.

That left Jack alone in the clearing with a naked Daniel Jackson.

~~~

'Jack?' a gentle, nudging request.

Jack swallowed hard and turned to face Daniel.

'We can stand out in the rain all day if you like.' Daniel shrugged as if it were all the same to him. 'This rainstorm appears to be monsoonal so it shouldn't last too long. But Jack, it is kinda nicer inside... they're laying on a bit of a feast for us - tropical fruits and something a bit like pork I think. After the meal they want to tattoo me, just a little one, here,' he gestured to his hip, 'as a kind of acceptance thing.' He frowned and bit his lip, 'at least I think that's what it is.'

Jack flinched. He grabbed the younger man tightly by the wrists and drew him close. 'Daniel,' he hissed, 'basic survival instinct motto number two is don't let strangers practice their body art on you, okay? No matter how much they seem to like you.'

Droplets of water gathered at the ends of Daniel's hair and dripped down his cheeks as he leaned in and breathed into Jack's ear. 'And basic body language lesson one-oh-one says if a man has an erection as big as yours, he'd feel a lot more comfortable if he lost those wet clothes.'

Stunned, Jack forgot to let go of Daniel's wrists as the younger man shakily raised his hands to undo the buttons of Jack's soaking shirt. He left his fingers loosely around Daniel's warm skin as he worked his way down his chest.

Then his hand dropped loosely to his sides as Daniel pulled the shirt from his shoulders and arms. Jack's t-shirt was also drenched, moulding itself to the contours of his muscles and clearly displaying his erect nipples poking through the fabric.

Daniel shook his head and flicked the water from his face like a dog, before working on teasing the bottom of Jack's t-shirt from his trousers. Jack couldn't take his eyes off the intense expression of his best friend as the tropical mist steamed and swirled around them.

Daniel licked his lips in concentration as he rolled the wet t-shirt up to Jack's armpits then gently placed his hand on top of Jack's head and bent it downwards as he pulled the fabric over his head. Discarding the t-shirt in the mud and not pausing to study the muscular torso before him, Daniel quietly and conscientiously went to work on Jack's belt buckle. The clasp was slippery in Daniel's wet fingers. Usually so nimble, those fingers fumbled with the buckle, affected, Jack assumed, by the heaving of Daniel's breath and the slight tremors shaking his body. Jack placed his hands over Daniel's and removed them from his belt. He then let go and undid his belt himself at breakneck speed and loosened his trousers as Daniel crouched down and plucked at his boot laces.

Unable to take his eyes off Daniel, Jack leaned against one of the stilts and lifted his feet one after the other to remove his boots. The younger man stood in the pouring rain, face upturned to the heavy clouds, letting the refreshing water course over his body, mapping the outlines of his muscles, pooling around his collarbone, trickling along the ridge of his pelvic muscle to collect in the springy brown hair of his groin.

The clink of Jack's dog-tags brought Daniel's attention back to earth. Jack leant lazily against one of the stilts, a shy grin on his face and naked bar the silver chain around his neck.

Daniel looked above Jack's head to the hut. He swallowed hard, then looked Jack straight in the eye. 'Well, now we can either go up there, or,' he tilted his head indicating the dry space under the hut, just high enough for two men to stand comfortably, 'down there, to get out of the rain.'

Jack smiled and effortlessly shifted to the side of the wooden pole and took a few steps backwards until he was standing on the dry dirt under the hut. He held out his hands for Daniel.

With a determined expression, Daniel moved through the mist and rain to stand beside Jack in the gloom. Above them they could hear the murmurs and laughter of the feasting people.

Jack moved closer to Daniel and breathed in his ear. 'What if your new friend catches us?'

Daniel peered at him through sly lashes and pretended to think about this as a serious consideration. 'He wants me, but I want you, and I think I know who you want.'

Jack moved closer and slid his hands over the trembling man's back. 'I was watching those people touching you Daniel. I was so jealous, because I like to think of you as mine. I was so envious, because they were touching you like this, and I couldn't.'

Daniel's breath quivered against his neck as the young man sank his forehead into Jack's shoulder. The heat of his skin and the coolness of the wet tendrils of his hair against Jack's neck made the Colonel gasp with pleasure. He slid his hands further down to Daniel's ass and cupped his cheeks in his strong fingers.

'Did you like it when he did this Daniel?'

His friend moaned with delight. 'I like it better when you do it.' He whispered into Jack's shoulder.

A low growl. Jack pressed his lips against the side of Daniel's neck and whispered his next query into that silky skin. 'Does it turn you on Daniel Jackson?' He massaged at the pliable ass in his fingers, the ass he had been glad to be walking behind, if at a distance, on the trek to the settlement.

The nudging of Daniel's slick erect cock against his thigh told Jack the answer but he wanted to hear it from the man himself. 'Does it Daniel? Does it turn you on?' He slipped a finger into the dip between the cheeks to flicker once against Daniel's opening. He was rewarded with a husky groan.

Daniel wrapped his damp arms around Jack's broad back and brought his face up to look Jack in the eye. His blue eyes held a dazed and unfocussed expression, as if he were dealing with internal sensations of overwhelming intensity. He licked his lips hesitantly then found the voice to murmur an answer. 'When I was taking off my clothes at the Gate, all I could think of was that you were watching. That turned me on, but not as much as seeing you...' he paused and gave a sly smile, 'as nature intended.'

Jack felt a wave of lust well over him and any remaining moisture on his body evaporated in the rising heat as he leant in to press his wet lips to Daniel's smiling ones. The rain drummed on the hut above them as the cloudburst intensified in tune with their kiss, lips bruising as Jack sought out Daniel's taste. In turn, Daniel brought all he had to the meeting of tongues, licking and probing with a ferocity and passion which surprised even Jack.

Hardly aware of what he was doing, such was the intensity of the kiss, Jack's hands roamed around Daniel's ass again, searching out the cleft and probing the hot opening. Meanwhile, Daniel concentrated on the other man's neck, anchoring his finger's in Jack's hair and savouring the salty taste of skin as his moist lips fluttered against the vibrations of Jack's throat. Slowly he progressed downwards.

Daniel's tongue felt rough, like a cat's, licking at Jack's entire torso, darting hotly over his nipples but not concentrating there. When he had finished Jack felt like his entire chest was tingling with arousal. Then Daniel pressed his soft, cool lips to each nipple in turn, pulling the skin into his mouth and worrying at it gently with his tongue until Jack felt that no part of his body could be more erect and sensitised.

Daniel's clever fingers wrapped themselves around his cock. Well, maybe there was one part.

Jack felt his knees give way and sank down to the soft dirt. This action brought him eye level with Daniel's proud erection, the tip glistening and begging for relief. Daniel gave a loud groan as Jack enveloped him in his mouth, taking him in all the way with the first suck.

Jack reveled in the relief provided by the droplets of moisture still hidden deep in Daniel's pubic hair. As he sucked and licked at the erection, Jack rubbed his face into Daniel's crotch savouring both the moisture and the heat radiating from the highly aroused man. Daniel trembled as he clutched at the nearest wooden pole to brace himself against Jack's sensuous onslaught. When he felt steady enough he reached down to sink his fingers into Jack's lovely hair and scoop his hand down around the back of Jack's neck, then up over the back of his head. Finally he trailed his fingertips down the length of his lover's cheek, one on either side of his face.

This was enough to coax Jack back up to Daniel's level. Daniel smiled slyly as he drew Jack by the hand over to the far side of the shelter, the side which bordered onto the rainforest rather than the clearing. Hugging a pole with one hand, Daniel stretched out his arm and caught some rain in his cupped hand. Holding his hand above Jack's head, he trickled the water over his friend's face. Jack darted out his tongue to intercept some of the rivulets of sweet rainwater as they ran down his chin.

Jack then took his turn to catch some of the rainwater in outstretched hands. They filled within a matter of seconds in the torrential downpour. He raised his hands above Daniel's head and let the water trickle through his fingers onto Daniel's head and shoulders, his cock throbbing with arousal as he watched Daniel shake himself under the precious, cooling shower. Daniel opened his eyes lazily, caught Jack's hands and drew them around himself once more, gently directing them to move downwards.

Jack pulled his lover's hips close into his own and they rubbed together, enjoying the sensation of each other's erection nudging their own. Their moistures mingled and Daniel moaned with longing as Jack's cupped hands moved over his ass again.

As the two men moaned and explored each other's bodies, drinking in the sensations, the compacted dirt floor beneath their feet slowly turned to mud with the run-off from rain outside beginning to course across the ground. The surface became loose and slick and before long Daniel slipped and fell to his knees. Jack was about to offer a helping hand up when he realised Daniel was going to take advantage of this turn of events. He raised his now muddy hands and took firm hold of Jack's hips. As Daniel licked and dabbled at Jack's weeping, swaying erection, he ran his fingers in circular massaging motion over Jack's stomach and chest. Jack was shocked at the erotic power of seeing Daniel's delicate fingers leaving ten sweeping trails as markings of their exploration.

'Now that's what I call body art,' he groaned as Daniel sucked down forcefully on his erection, then pulled back to nibble at the tip. Daniel sighed and pulled back, rising to his feet again, his legs now coated in the rich brown mud, taking a step back he leaned back against the wooden support pole.

Daniel tilted his head back and gazed at Jack appraisingly through his long lashes. 'So now you've broken basic survival instinct motto number two, and the sky hasn't fallen in, let's see what we can do about motto number one.'

Jack pressed up against Daniel more firmly now that the young man was braced against the pole. 'I can't remember a motto number one,' he whispered in a hoarse voice, the force of desire breaking his control.

'You know,' teased Daniel, running his fingers over the drying trails of mud on Jack's chest, 'the one about rubbing noses...'

'Oh that one,' Jack paused to press his groin more firmly into Daniel's wriggling hips. 'That one still stands, this won't count.'

Daniel pouted and looked put out. 'Why not?'

Jack pulled him in for a long, hot, bruising kiss. When he finally released the younger man Jack gave him the answer. 'Because I'm not a strange man, that's why.'

'Oh, I see,' replied Daniel thoughtfully. Suddenly he slipped around in Jack's embrace and wrapped his arms loosely around the wooden pole. Jack ran his fingers up the silky chest he could no longer see and concentrated on planting kisses up and down the muscular back that was presented to him.

Then he moved in to press his body up against Daniel's back, the tip of his erection pushing between Daniel's firm cheeks. Daniel leaned his head back against Jack's shoulder, his eyes closed though the lashes were quivering, as Jack licked at the side of his neck.

While Daniel still had his eyes closed, Jack mischievously held out and caught a handful of rain which he then splashed onto his friend's face. Daniel delighted in the cooling sweet moisture and tilted his head to the side so Jack could reach his lips. As they kissed, Jack caught more rain and dipped his cool, moist fingers into the cleft between Daniel's cheeks. He felt the muscles guarding the young man's opening shiver and contract then open even further than before as he dipped a slick finger in and out.

When Jack felt his partner was loosened enough, he held the tip of his erection against Daniel's ass with one hand and reached around to cup his balls in the gentle clasp of the other.

Daniel groaned softly and wrapped his arms more tightly around the pole to steady himself as he deliberately tilted his hips backwards onto Jack's weeping cock. Jack thrust forward heavily at first to breach the tight, hot opening, then more slowly as he wriggled and worked his way into Daniel's ass. When he was fully embedded, Jack reached around Daniel and tucked one arm between his lover and the pole to protect his chest as each thrust from Jack drove Daniel up against the pole which kept them upright. With the other arm he snaked down towards Daniel's groin and grasped his thick, weeping erection, pulling and rubbing slowly in rhythm with his thrusts.

As the two men writhed against the wooden pole the tropical rain beat in under the eaves and up against their hot, flushed faces, catching on their bruised lips. Daniel licked his lips to suck at the sweet moisture. Jack caught the trickles of water down Daniel's temples with his tongue, savouring the sweetness of the water and the saltiness of Daniel's skin. Soon their faces were slick with moisture which also found its way between their bodies and combined with the sweat of their exertion's to loosen some of the mud on Jack's torso and smear it over Daniel's back and shoulders.

Soon, Daniel's arms and legs were also streaming with water and Jack ran his hands down into the mud on Daniel's thighs, then tracing his route back up Daniel's groin and chest to his neck, swirling the rich mud into patterns on the younger man's pale skin.

Without warning, the rainstorm suddenly started to abate.

The rattle of the rain on the eaves reduced to a soft patter, and it became possible to distinguish between heavy individual drips on nearby vegetation.

All Daniel heard however, was the soft panting of Jack in his ear as he slowly but surely rocked the both of them to the brink, and the shuddering of his own ragged breath.

They came simultaneously. Daniel felt the heated liquid shoot up inside him and instinctively clenched around Jack's erection to prolong the orgasm. For his part, Jack slipped a muddied and slick hand around Daniel's shuddering cock and milked it dry of the hot semen which shot out and hit the wooden support pole.

Both men collapsed against the pole as they struggled to regain their breath and composure.

Daniel recovered first and flicked a piece of wet hair back off his forehead as he peered at Jack through his long lashes. Jack marvelled as he watched that look develop on Daniel's face, that look which said 'I'm thinking about something which puzzles me, maybe you can help me?'

Jack heaved a sigh. 'What are you thinking about now Daniel? Can't you just be post-coital and be done with it?'

Daniel grinned. 'I was wondering if there was a basic survival instinct motto number three, because I rather enjoyed breaking the first two.' He toyed with Jack's muddy fingers, holding them out in the drizzle and watching the mud slowly dissolve and wash away.

'Oh, number three, hmmm...' Jack mused. 'Oh yeah, I believe that one went something along the lines of, "when engaging in mud wrestling, remember to wash said mud from body before it hardens."'

'The mud or the body?' teased Daniel.

Jack raised an eyebrow. 'Does it make a difference, since you intend to break it anyway?'

Daniel grinned and pulled his muddy lover by the hand out into the gentle monsoonal mist.

THE END