Ouch

by devra

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asd/devra/ouch.php
Summary: None

"Stop touching," Daniel begged, scooting away from Jack's prying, inquisitive fingers.

"It looks like it hurts."

"Ouch," Daniel yelled, awkwardly reaching around to slap Jack's hand away. "This is your fault All your fault," Daniel whimpered burying his face in the pillow.

"Ummm, Dr. Jackson, I beg to differ." Jack moved closer to Daniel's hidden head, whispering into his exposed ear. "I seem to remember you started the chain of events that lead to this little accident."

"Did not."

"Yes, you did," Jack emphatically replied. "Should I call Fraiser?"

Daniel's head shot up, narrowly missing Jack's. "That's a joke, right? You're saying that in jest. Jack, please tell me you're only kidding."

"Daniel, you can barely move, I had to practically carry you."

"Assisted me, you assisted me."

"Assisted, carried, all the same." Jack placated Daniel with a pat to his head.

"Hands off me, you've done enough damage."

"Me? Again, I reiterate, you started the whole thing."

Daniel pounded the pillow in frustration. "I did not!"

"Are you sure you didn't hit your head?"

Daniel cocked his head in confusion, propping his body up onto his elbows. "Why the hell would you ask that?"

"Because your memory is a bit off."

"Off?" Daniel grimaced as he attempted to locate a more comfortable position. "Put the phone down, Jack," he hissed, noticing the cordless in his lover's grip.

"You can't even move without."

"Put it down. Ouch!"

"See. See. Want me to massage your."

"That's how this whole thing started. Massaging is what got me into this position."

"No, Daniel," Jack sighed, "massaging isn't what got you here. Insatiability is what did it. That and the fact that you couldn't wait thirty minutes."

"It's been two weeks."

"I know," Jack said soothingly.

"Two very long weeks." Daniel's hand slipped over to Jack's lap.

"Dinner was on the table. You had said you were hungry."

"I was. I still am."

"Stupid me thought you meant food," Jack chuckled.

"I wanted you first. Then food."

"For a linguist, you didn't communicate your needs too well. You just had to ask and we would have reversed the order. But you chose to tackle me, threw me across the dining room table."

"Didn't break a dish, did I?" Daniel asked proudly. "Surprised the shit outta you?"

"Saved the dishes and the food and yes you surprised me." He kissed Daniel's nose. "Special ops material."

"See, you should've just stayed where I tackled you and not."

"The crack of the table was digging into my back."

"You rolled," Daniel accused, "quite a few times. Table wasn't that long."

"I never noticed that before."

"Obviously," Daniel sighed, "I'm sorry about the chair? Do you think it can be fixed?"

"Haven't really had a chance to look at it, was concentrating on you." Jack glanced at the boxer clad figure lying next to him. "You didn't get a splinter anywhere did you?"

"No. no splinters."

"Good. Splinters would be bad, especially, you know." Jack gently touched Daniel's ass.

"Ouch. Nothing there but aches and pains."

Jack lifted the elastic of Daniel's boxers and peered under the plaid. "Wow, I never thought a person could get a black and blue there. I mean there, with all that padding."

"We rolled off the table. You rolled us off the table, I hit the chair, ass first, and then the floor with your weight on top of me."

Jack grimaced. "Ouch, putting it that way, I guess it was my fault." He gently released the elastic and smoothed the boxers into place. "Can I get you some ice for your boo boo?"