Call It Off

by D H DeVice

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asd/dhdevice/callitoff.php
Summary: Jack's subconscious sends him on the most dangerous mission of his career

OH SAY CAN YOU SEE

General Jack O'Neill, US Air Force, tried not to think of the blood rushing to his...old glory.

This was his fourth erection of the day and it wasn't even noon yet according to the tiny clock grasped between the claws of the bronze bald eagle on his polished mahogany desk.

He idled at the American symbol for strength, courage, freedom, and immortality, forever imprisoned in the fantastic state of capturing a baby clock in the wild, before shaking the ludicrous depiction from his mind and delving back into the mountainous paperwork before him.

He'd come to discover that running the SGC required billions of dollars, a bellicose pentagon, a hill full of narrow-minded politicians and forests and forests of trees.

But he idled again when old glory began to throb and he recollected hearing somewhere that irony, not money, not love, made the world go round. And as a shinny new general, twenty-three odd years in the making, he was acutely aware that he, the embodiment of the American symbol, lacked the freedom to rightfully satiate his above average glory-seven and a half inches by one and two girths-straining against his Air Force issued blues.

For eight hard-long throbbing years, he'd lacked the freedom to fuck Dr. Daniel Jackson up the ass without offending America the beautiful. And unless he wanted to jeopardize his pension, he would have to keep on not offending.

At least he had a shot at the immortality option which was reserved for two brackets: fallen heroes and dead generals. His chance of dying in a heroic act had drastically diminished since he took the desk job, but mortality kept him in the running for the latter bracket.

America had little to do with the strength and courage he needed to commit sodomy. That was his own failing. How could he possibly tell Daniel that he'd often thought of committing licentious acts with him especially during times he was pounding the hell out of the few women he'd come to know over the years.

At his age, he should just be honest with Daniel but from behind the spangled glint of his new stars, honesty looked mighty overrated. And for that, he had America on his side because the symbol had nothing to do with truth.

So he thought of a porn he once saw where a fake blonde by the name of Dynamic Debbie demonstrated the various uses of a genuine mold of Long Don Silver's very own glory, although she enduringly referred to it as White Samba.

But his mind wandered and he found himself thinking of his favorite Daniel fantasy instead. Dr. Jackson, gay-virgin extraordinaire-never been queered up but could miraculous handle dry-ass fucking and loved every pounding minute of it too!

"Unscheduled gate activation!" Sergeant Davis' voice boomed through the airwaves, accompanied by blaring klaxons and a flashing red light above Jack's door.

Old glory instantly lost its splendor and Jack jumped to his feet.

Sergeant Davis swiveled in his chair, tapping commands into the keyboard at the congested work station he shared with other Operational Staff. The frown he maintained masked the evanescent euphoria he got from his voice having just permeated every corner of the SGC and springing superior officers and airmen alike into action.

Jack strode into the control room and calmed himself. There were currently six SG teams out, including Sg-1 who were on a joined archeological mission on PX5-926 with Sg-17. No teams were due back for at least two days.

Davis verified the signal with ramrod accuracy. He could have done it in repose, but his military training had been stern. So he played his part, to silent applause, from the cues he'd learned to take as a representative of his country even in matters as small as the stoke of a key.

"It's Sg-1's signal," Sergeant Davis said.

"Open the iris," Jack ordered.

THE PROPHET FINDS A DISCIPLE

The titanium iris split into crescent shaped slices and retracted into the frame of the stargate revealing the liquid event horizon of a wormhole.

Jack met the incoming teams at the foot of the gate ramp with a medical unit and a dozen SFs. Just as his predecessor had always done at the hint of trouble.

Sam emerged first with Sg-17 and two loaded F.R.E.Ds followed by Teal'c.

"We finished early, general, sir," Sam explained after she saw the emergency crew and guns aimed at them.

"You couldn't call?" Jack wondered aloud.

"Sorry, sir," Sam replied.

She wasn't, not at all. It was a game she played with Jack called petty retribution, devised to rag him for all those times he had been a royal ass. She was always on the verge of giving it away with a giggle and he on the verge of calling her on it.

Teal'c knew about their play, but he'd never said anything to let on. In fact, Teal'c rarely said anything and even seemed to disappear on occasion -cleverly or not, along with everyone else but Jack and Daniel- from whole story lines.

"Stand down," Jack ordered the SFs and waited patiently as both teams made their way down the ramp.

"It is good to see you again, O'Neill," Teal'c said.

"Same here, T.," Jack replied. It had been three weeks since he last saw his former teammates, including Daniel. He was just glad to have them back in one piece. He looked past Sam at the event horizon. "Oh, Carter?" he sang. "Where's Daniel?"

Sam glanced back at the wormhole and then at Jack, looking surprised by Daniel's absence. She wasn't. It was the petty retribution thing again. Since PX5-926 was a benign abandoned world, she'd seized the chance to play and had purposely delayed Daniel's arrival so she could see Jack sweat, even a couple of beads for a few seconds was worth the effort.

Daniel finally emerged with the last F.R.E.D in tow and Jack sighed at the sight of him. Sam suppressed a giggle and Jack almost called her on it. The wormhole shutdown, the iris returned. And everything was back as it should be.

"Dr. Lattimore," Daniel called to one of the other archeologists of Sg-17, oblivious that his mere presence had just given Jack reason to go on living. "Are the fertility carvings with you?"

"Yes," she replied as he meet her at the foot of the ramp. "I packed them up myself. Is there a problem?"

Dr. Lattimore had been with the SGC for less than a year and still had a freshman edge. This had been her first mission with the legendary Sg-1 and although they were short a member, it had still titillated. Well, Dr. Jackson had titillated her. She'd spent the better half of the mission salivating over his tush.

"Uh...no, just wanted those sent directly to my lab," Daniel said and continued without pause, "Oh, hey Jack."

"Daniel," Jack greeted him before addressing both teams. "Alright boys and girls. This is your general speaking. Welcome back home. You're all on stand-down. Well, after you hit the showers and get your chance to bore the crap out of me with the mission debriefing."

He got a few chuckles and bunch of "yes sirs." Everyone started to make their way out the gate room.

"Dr. Jackson," Dr. Lattimore said, "after spending three weeks in the dirt together, I think you've earned the right to call me Kahlil."

"As in Gibran?" Daniel asked, adjusting his glasses in sudden fascination.

"Who?" Jack wasn't interested. He asked out of a type of reflex caused by the need to have Daniel notice him.

"Kahlil Gibran," Daniel said. "He was a poet and the author of the famous novel, The Prophet. He was highly influential in American culture in the sixties."

"My parents were hippies," Kahlil explained away her unusual name.

"Mine too," Daniel said, forcing a casual air. The last thing he wanted was to bond with her in front of the entire SGC. He'd had enough of his personal life becoming part of SGC classified lore.

"Weren't your parents archeologists?" Jack asked Daniel.

"And hippies," Daniel replied over his shoulder and turned back to Kahlil, extending his hand. "Call me Daniel."

She shook it and smiled shyly. It was a ruse. There was nothing shy about her. She smiled shyly because once, seven years ago, James Gray, a red GTO-driving, hot-as-Adonis-in-Versace fireman she once dated for three weeks had told her that whenever she smiled like that she could get even a priest to disrobe.

James Gray was no liar; Daniel had visions of disrobing and any thoughts of keeping it casual fell with his clothes.

Jack on the other hand, rolled his eyes at the pair of them.

"I'll just take my batch and be off," Kahlil said to Daniel, indicating to one of the F.R.E.D.s. "Lots of cataloguing here."

She turned to go but hesitated.

"Daniel," she said, trying out the name and found it suited her just fine. "Are you free later?"

"Yeah," Daniel said. "I can swing by your lab and help with cataloguing...."

"I meant free as in a date," she said in a small voice.

Jack stopped dead in his tracks. So did Teal'c, Sam and everyone else who was still within earshot. Airman Conner pricked his ears. He was the resident gossip. He was such the gossip that when he died seven months later on a mission to stop an insignificant Goa'uld from enslaving a planet full of emerging horticulturists, no one at the SGC could get the 411 on anyone else anymore. It was explained away that for once, nothing noteworthy of gossip had happened. It wasn't true. Corner was just dead.

Daniel blushed at the misunderstanding and in the fumbling seconds it took to get his bearing, he found himself agreeing to his first date since his anti-ascension.

"I'd love to." Daniel willed himself to focus on her and not on the dozen pair of prying eyes glued on them.

"What about tomorrow night? Eight-thirty?" She was pushing because she had him in an awkward place. She gambled on his being a nice guy and that he wouldn't refuse for fear of embarrassing her. All she wanted was a fighting chance with those baby blues the color of Colorado skies.

"Sounds great," Daniel said and meant it from the bottom of his heart....and loins.

Kahlil left with her gear and a pattering heart.

"Congratulations Daniel Jackson," Teal'c said. "If you require any help in preparing for your amorous evening, I am available."

Jack locked his jaw. Bad enough he didn't get to see Daniel naked anymore in the locker room and had to rely on fading memory for his jerk sessions, now he had to compete with Prophet Gibran, succubus daughter of hippies.

It was always some weirdo chick with Daniel; Linea, Destroyer of Worlds; Osiris, god of the underworld; Amonet, Goa'uld wife of system lord Apophis. But there was a extra danger here that made Jack's hackles stiffen. One he couldn't put his finger on it.

Then it hit him. Kahlil was just an ordinary Earth chick with the SGC, smart and sexy to boot. She was no weirdo. He was in jeopardy of losing Daniel's attention and company, for real, for real. And she already had a three week head start.

THE WAY OF THE DODO

Jack entered Daniel's office with a mission. He wasn't sure which. It was obvious though, but Jack's subconscious could have him simulate stupidity with the best of them. His mission, clearly stated, was to send his pension the way of the Dodo. That is, to systematically endanger it to the point of Kaputness, where it would no longer stand as a hindrance to his getting Daniel.

Here was how his subconscious thought. It knew that Jack would not accept a mission to hit on Daniel. It had been giving Jack that mission for eight years and had failed in a spectacular way.

Now it realized it had gone about it the wrong way because Jack had, on countless occasions, jeopardized his pension. There was a file-eleven and half inches long by nine inches wide by five inches thick-with Jack's name to prove it. But he had only jeopardized it in times when his "flight or fight" autonomic function-a fundamental primitively intrinsic physiological stress response generated by a perceived peril to his continued existence as he knew it-had kicked in and allowed his "genetic wisdom" to take over.

So his subconscious had stimulated both sides of the basal hemispheres of his hypothalamus which dealt with such autonomic functions and caused a cascading effect that led him to believe that he was in a "flight or fight" situation where the affections of Daniel Jackson were concerned.

And knowing Jack as his subconscious did, it had wagered on Jack choosing the "fight" response and damning his pension. Jack would not perceive it as hitting on Daniel, he would just be in for another good fight. And the good fight was what America had lavished her tax dollars training Jack for.

"Hey, Jack," Daniel said, concentrating on a fertility statue.

"So, how did I do with the debriefing?"

"Umm...," Daniel said, looking around for a nonexistent witness to bare him out. "You came down here to get graded?"

"No," he denied, drawing out the word to stress the inaneness of Daniel's question. He paused then added on the sly, "A plus then?"

Daniel stared at the leader of the SGC and wondered how the mountain could support such a personality at its crest.

"That bad?" Jack asked, showing no sign of distress as he rapped his fingers on the desk. He didn't wait for a reply. "There's a game on tonight. Wanna come?"

"Sorry," Daniel gestured to his work as his excuse.

"You're on stand down, Daniel," he said and added with authority, "I gave the order."

"Huh," Daniel said, which could have meant a number of things to a number of people. But in this case it meant that Jack's authority as general and commander of the SGC, the most important undertaking of the human race, ranked somewhere below that of the Flat Earth Society.

"How about tomorrow night?"

"Oh, lets see...." Daniel scratched the back of his head pretending to consider the offer.

"Come on," Jack whined, "It'll be fun."

Daniel went back to work and said, "Pretending not to remember that I have a date with Kahlil only serves to illustrate the point, Jack."

"Call it off." Jack tried to give it a flippant air by shrugging.

"Um...why?" Daniel furrowed his brows. He really didn't want to cancel his date. It was his first chance at getting laid since forever and a day, and that had been a handheld ribbon illusion. And Sarah was still too traumatized from being recently de- Goa'uld to even look at him.

"The game?" Jack reminded him. He did not want to come out and say he just wanted Daniel's company. His subconscious was really determined to get it right this time.

"I thought that was tonight."

"Great," Jack said, intentionally misconstruing Daniel's inquiry. "Kick off is at eighteen hundred hours."

"Jack-!" Daniel called out, but Jack was already down the corridor.

"Don't be late!" Jack called back.

Jack was on his way to Daniel's house. Daniel had called, thirty minutes before game time, mumbling something about car problems and having to cancel. Jack had insisted on picking him up and hung the phone in the mist of Daniel's protestations of not being given enough time.

Daniel's car was fine. It was brand new. He'd just traded it in before their last mission and had even commented to Teal'c how smoothly it ran. He just couldn't bare another hockey game and the forced smile of an after-beer swig. If only he'd been quick enough to think of a valid excuse while back at the SGC, he could still be getting some real work done. He shouldn't really complain though, being home had given him the chance to start rereading The Prophet so he could talk about it with Kahlil on his date tomorrow. But he couldn't even finish that because Jack was on his way. He should've waited until ten minutes to kick-off. Or was it-

The door bell rang.

Daniel was going to stand his ground, no matter what Jack said. Jack would just have to find another person to bother. He opened the door.

"Come on, Daniel, grab your jacket," Jack said. "Times a-wasting."

"Jack, I don't want to-" he started, but Jack swooped in uninvited.

The door slipped out of Daniel's hand and shut with a soft click. Jack spun around and faced him in the hallway.

"Where's your jacket?"

"Umm...don't you have work to do?"

"The great thing about being boss, Danny," Jack said, in the same manner an old man would to a naïve child. "Is that you can set your own hours. Now come on."

He located a jacket in the hallway closet and tossed it at Daniel.

"Hockey, Daniel." Jack reminded him with a tap of his of watch.

"I don't care about hockey, Jack."

Jack gave an exaggerated gasp.

"Why do I even bother?" Daniel muttered.

"Because you care, oh so much."

"About work, yes," Daniel said, ignoring Jack's sarcasm. "About the plight of animal extinction, yes."

"Come again?" Jack asked. "How they hell did we get from hockey to dinosaurs?"

Reading Kahlil Gibran had put Daniel in a meaning-of-life-here-on-Earth-rather-than-out-in-the-stars frame of mind. And that had led to him to thinking about humanitarian issues which lead to people's behavior towards 'lower' spices in general and finally animal extinction. It wasn't a fail-proof evolution of thought, but there you have it.

"I just wanted us to watch hockey, your honor." Jack said to an imagined judge.

"Take the Dodo for instance," Daniel continued.

Jack's subconscious couldn't have said it better. Daniel had unwittingly used the trigger word "Dodo", the very word it had crafted as part of Jack's mission statement. In a state of excitement it caused chemicals in Jack's hippocampus to ignite a rapid-fire sequence which triggered his "flight or flight" response, and suddenly Jack was ready to fight the good fight.

Jack pounced on Daniel.

"Jack?!" Daniel exclaimed, terrified that another Goa'uld had somehow managed to invade his home again and Jack was risking his life to save his.

Instead, Jack held onto him in a fierce bear hug against the door and pressed his old glory against Daniels thigh.

Daniel, rendered as immobile as a wild baby clock grasped between the claws of a bronze eagle, registered Jack's hard cock rubbing frantically against his quad.

Jack's hormones and adrenaline, egged on by "genetic wisdom", had sent him into a kind of paroxysmal humping. In his mind, he had Dr. Jackson, gay-virgin extraordinaire, bent over and was pounding his dry-ass with the force of eight-year-long-frustrations per thrust. No would-be immortal could've lasted long in such a state. His old glory jolted and expelled hot sperm in a burst of magnificent splendor onto his inner thigh.

Daniel felt the release run through Jack like a track athlete taking a victory.

Jack pulled back, breathing heavily. His eyes danced with excitement. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and took several more steps back. He glanced at the sperm patch on his khakis and back at Daniel.

Daniel stood in a speechless daze. He could feel the imprint of Jack's cock through his jeans and onto his leg as though he had been branded.

"I-I-I just humped your leg," Jack gasped. He had the sudden urge to flee.

Here's why. Jack's subconscious had been overwhelmed and his conscious mind had reasserted, urging the weaker, more sane "flight" part of his "flight or fight" response to take over. This response incidentally, was the very same that had allowed him to back down, eat shit, and kiss the fucking flag in pedestrian displays of promiscuous patriotism and had been instrumental in propelling him up the chain of command to general.

"Gotta go," Jack said. His voice had elevated to a high squeak.

"You can't-" Daniel started to protest. He wanted to make sense of what had happened and that required the presence of the perpetrator.

"Hump and run?" Jack offered. He had advanced to a state of maddening desperation and if he didn't run, he was certain his existence would poof out like a frightened candle flame on All Hallows Eve. "What? You want me to stay and cuddle?"

The notion of Jack cuddling up to him like his high school sweetheart created such an absurd imagine that Daniel heard his disembodied voice saying....

"I see your point."

"Then," Jack said and swept the way clear with his hands. Daniel still dazed, slid into the corner. Jack pulled at the door but Daniel acted as a wedge preventing it from fully opening. Jack squeezed himself through anyway and slipped out into the frost bitten night.

Daniel ran through what had just happen and although belated, and against his will, his 'artifact' started to rise.

"Crap, crap, crap," Jack muttered as he dashed to his truck. He shook his leg like a dog, allowing old glory to settle back in place before climbing in. He revved the engine and roared down the street chased by his fears and Daniel's.

OFF TO ANYONE BUT GENERAL RAMJET

Daniel sat on Sam's lab table while she tinkered with a naquadah generator. He grasped onto the table's edge and dangled his legs like a kid in a high chair. He hadn't seen or heard from Jack since yesterday's incident and hadn't tried to contact him either. He needed the time to make sense of what had happened.

"Something on your mind?" Sam asked. They'd both come in to get work done despite being on stand down. But Daniel had been hanging around her lab, bugging her like Jack used to before he become too busy being General Ramjet.

"Oh, it's just....well Jack," Daniel finally answered. "Has he been acting...umm...weird lately?"

"Don't look at me. Eight years and I still couldn't figure him out. I just moved on," she said, referring to the puerile crush she had harbored for her superior officer.

She hadn't always seen it as such, but she had the benefit of hindsight and the loving arms of her boyfriend, Pete to cloud her memory.

"Afraid you're going to fall?" she asked.

"Huh?" Daniel followed her gaze to his pale knuckles. He realized he had a suffocating grip on the table.

He didn't know why he'd come to Sam. He was sure he didn't want to burden her with a secret that could end Jack's career. But here he was anyway. Lingering like Jack. That's who he should be with demanding answers.

"Are you alright?"

Daniel gave a half smile and hopped down.

"How's Pete?"

"He's fine. Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yeah, just nervous about the big date tonight."

"Hey, wanna double date?"

"Really? I was getting the feeling I was pulling a Jack on you."

"You were, but I forgive you."

Daniel was halfway through his date with Kahlil and he could hardly recollect a word she'd said. He regretted not taking Sam up on her offer. She and Pete could have given him cover when his mind wondered back to Jack. But he'd felt a need to focus on Kahlil, and her alone, believing it would give him reprieve.

"Daniel?" Kahlil called for the second time.

"Hmm?"

"You seem distracted."

Kahlil tried to keep disappointed out of her voice. She'd worn a new dress that showed way too much cleavage and had been smiling shyly all evening. A whole pulpit of priests would have disrobed by now, along with the choir.

"Kahlil," Daniel said, ignoring the sad refrain playing in his head. "I'm sorry but I don't think this is going to work...." Because for better or worse, I'm consumed by the thought of Jack.

BLAME CANADA FOR THE SEEDS OF A FRUITFULL MIND

It had been two days since Jack humped Daniel's leg, and no amount of paper work could bury what he'd done.

He should apologize to Daniel but how do you apologize for something that hideous? A rabid dog in a barn full of bitches in heat wouldn't have pulled off that kind of stunt. How- no, why had he done such a thing? For eight years he'd manage to contain his desires and now- Oy!

He was still mulling over it when he meet with High Councilor Tuplo and Leedora in the debriefing room. They'd gated in from the Land of Light on a diplomatic errand and they'd come bearing fruit.

Jack rang the doorbell and hopped Daniel was home. He hadn't even called to check. He'd come straight form the meeting and still wore his dress blues. He had a basket of fruit in both hands and held his dress cap under one arm in a light in squeeze. Daniel opened the door.

"Hi, Jack," Daniel said, keeping his expression blank.

"I come bearing fruit," Jack said, holding up the basket.

"You brought me fruit?" Daniel scrunched his brows.

Daniel came to the conclusion that Jack was playing a twisted game and he was at the center of it. He reined in his anger and held the door open, determined to get to the bottom of it all.

"Not just any fruit," Jack said, beaming as he followed Daniel into the kitchen.

"You brought me fruit from the Land of light?" Daniel looked at the basket, waiting for something strange to happen.

"How'd you-"

Daniel pointed to the Minoan design on the basket.

"Oh, I had the lab make sure they didn't have any bugs or anything. So what you have here is genuine clean alien fruit."

Jack set the basket on the counter and transferred his cap to his hands.

"Tuplo and Leedora asked after you, by the way."

"Oh? H-h-how are they?" Daniel asked, his confusion had mixed with his anger to form a concoction of strained patience and forced interest on the subject of fruit and Minoan aliens.

"Great," Jack said, toying with his cap. "Tuplo is getting a bit on the beefy side though."

"It must be all the...um...fruit." Daniel held Jack's gaze.

It hit Jack like a MAC truck. He'd brought Daniel a basket full of euphemisms for homosexuality. He might as well have come waving a rainbow flag. No worse, dressed as a fairy.

Jack's subconscious, while distracting him with the memory of a shiny object so he couldn't think it through had prompted him to bring the basket of fruit, whispering that it would help ease him into his apology.

"I swear, Daniel. It seemed appropriate at the time...."

"Huh."

'Huh' was a double edge sword-with jackass being the smooth side and prick the serrated.

"Pear?" Jack suddenly offered. He took a second look at the fruit. "I think." He put down the pear and sighed, "Oy."

"Jack," Daniel said and folded his arms. "What's going on?"

Jack squirmed as he tried to explain himself, suddenly finding his cap very fascinating.

"I know you must be beyond pissed-"

"Don't guess my feelings, Jack. Just tell me what all this is about." Daniel gestured at the fruit basket. "Is this your way of...coming out?"

"No!" Jack exclaimed, uncertain if he was denying that he was gay or just not coming out of the closet. He clarified. "I'm not even in."

I've just wanted to fuck you for eight years. He silently added. He didn't believe that counted as being gay. He likened it to an American who'd been to Canada but when asked if he'd been aboard would invariably say, 'Well, Canada, but that's doesn't count.' And he would be hard pressed to find another American who disagreed. Daniel was Canada.

"I blame Canada," Jack said.

"Canada," Daniel said. There was never a witness when he needed one. "That's why you had...umm...with my leg. Because of...Canada?"

"I'll buy it if you will?"

Daniel gave Jack an undecided look. If Jack wasn't ready to tell him, Daniel couldn't see letting Jack know he'd been aroused. Frankly, he couldn't imagine Jack having an adult conversation about latent homosexuality and the causes of its sudden manifestations. If he was still grappling with his, then Jack hadn't even accepted that such a manifestation could arise.

"Okay," Daniel said.

"You bought it?"

"No, just less traumatic this way."

"Ah," Jack said. "So we're okay?"

"Yup."

Jack turned to go.

"Jack," Daniel called out, stopping him in his tracks. Maybe all Jack needed was help in starting the conversation, he would settle for a juvenile discussion at this point. "About Canada...."

Jack looked at Daniel and silently pleaded for him to let it go.

Daniel showed mercy, well kind of.

"Fruit?" Daniel offered.

Jack glared at him and snatched the pear. But when his hand brushed against Daniel's his subconscious let lose.

Jack tossed his cap aside and pinned Daniel against the kitchen counter.

Daniel pressed his hands against Jack's chest, ready to shove him off. If the man couldn't talk about it he sure wasn't going to get any.

"You're so beautiful," Jack muttered against his ear and then proceeded to pledge his allegiance to fuck him. "I swear, I'm going to fuck you, Dr. Jackson."

Jack dirty-talking equaled Daniel, willing-participant. He reached around Jack's neck and pulled him closer.

"Fuck me," Daniel whispered as his cock pulsed against Jack's thigh.

Jack heard those two words and his fantasy of Daniel wanting him back came true. He gave a whimper and sowed his seeds in the fabric of his issued blues.

Daniel managed to hang onto him for a few seconds before Jack pushed out of his arms.

It was one thing to act rabid in khakis, but to soil the dress blues of the United States Air Force with such blatancy was not part of Jack's makeup. The dress of the very institution which had his real allegiance and his pension. He'd defiled it. He glanced shamefully at Daniel and snatched his cap as he hurried out the kitchen.

"Jack, wait!" Daniel called, his erection still pulsing. He pursued Jack into the hallway.

Jack whipped around.

"I'm sorry," Jack said, not at all remorseful. "I blame myself for not stating the glaring obvious, Daniel but this is the part where you stay," he lighted patted the air, "and I leave."

How could Daniel not understand that? Didn't he realize the embarrassing nature of what they had just happen? He shook his head like a dog getting rid of a pestering fly and walked out the door.

CODES OF CONDUCT

"O' Neill, are you insinuating that you wish to bed Daniel Jackson and have wanted to do so for sometime?" Teal'c inquired.

"Pretty much," Jack said, looking totally screwed.

Jack hadn't told Teal'c about the drying humping incidents, just how he felt about Daniel. He'd confessed after brining him outside to the mountain top He had claimed an emergency too sensitive for SGC walls.

"Would that not violate the Tauri military code of conduct?" Teal'c asked

"Hey, you violated your Jaffa code of conduct when you ran off with me on Chulak."

There was no comparison of course. Teal'c had broken his code to escape enslavement from a false god in hopes of later freeing all Jaffa and ridding the Goa'uld from the galaxy.

Teal'c decided to respond with humor. It had been long enough since he'd last used it so that if he did so now, it would still be counted as occasional. That was important to him for some reason.

"That is because you offered to share your dwelling with me," Teal'c teased in a very sexy voice.

Teal'c didn't give Jack time to recover.

"It appears you have taken a new path in life, O'Neill," he said, in his normal voice. "One that holds potentially perilous ramifications." He paused. "But those are the only ones fit for warriors such as yourself."

"You're saying I should...?"

"Indeed."

"I don't think so, T., This warrior is oh so not ready to go down that path."

"Is that not already too late, O'Neill?" Teal'c said, revealing that he suspected a lot more had happened than Jack had told him.

Credo Over Libido

Jack hesitated before waving Daniel into his home. He'd manage to avoid him for three days but he knew he had to face him sooner or later. This time he would get it right. He would apologize and nip this all in the bud. No matter what Teal'c said, he needed to rein in his libido and reassert the military credo that had kept him away form Daniel in the past.

Daniel bit his lower lip and stared apprehensively at Jack.

Jack cleared his throat. One of his top fantasies, second only to the Dr. Jackson gay-virgin extraordinaire one, started with Daniel biting his lower lip and looking at him apprehensively.

"Better hurry it up, Daniel," he said. "Gotta fly."

"I've thought about it," Daniel said and made sure Jack understood what 'it' was by allowing awkwardness to creep into his pause. "And I want to-"

"What? Hold hands?" He felt his anger rising. "March in a parade? Fly a frigging rainbow flag?"

"-come." Daniel finished.

Jack blinked, his anger forgotten.

"It only seems fair." Daniel now had a calmness about him like he'd discovered the Zen center of the universe. He'd tried to sort things out and had been left just as baffled in the end. The bottom line was that on both occasions when Jack had fucked his thigh, he'd gotten rock hard. "If we're not going to talk about it and if we're going to keep pretending it's not happening, I might as well-"

"Happening? It happened twice. Okay? Past tense."

Daniel scrunched his brows in disappointment.

"So you're saying-"

"That's exactly what I'm saying!"

"You want to know what I think?"

"You're going to tell me anyway."

"I think that your brain is so programmed to not show any attraction to men-"

"Men? There aren't any other men!" Jack exploded. "Don't you get it? You're it! For the past eight years it's been nobody else but you! You're the fantasy I jerk off to! Dr. Jackson, gay-virgin extraordinaire! Never been queered up but can miraculous handle dry-ass fucking and love every pounding minute of it! And that's just one in a million! You want to hear more? Cause I've also got the one where there's no SGC and I'm not in the Air Force. We're just two guys and we meet in a grocery store. And then the mother of them all where you say you want nobody else but me."

Jack closed his eyes and groaned. He'd just poured his heart out. Where was his dammed military credo when he needed it?

"I want nobody else but you," Daniel said quietly.

Jack opened his eyes and stared at Daniel.

"Then we're in trouble, aren't we? Because I'm not going to jeopardize everything I've worked for, Daniel. You're a fantasy and that's where you belong. I don't know what happened before. Maybe I thought I could- I don't know. But it's over. No more...encounters. No more anything."

His credo reestablished, he looked past Daniel at the door.

"You prick," Daniel whispered, shaking his head. "You've had your fun and now you're running scared?"

"When it comes to you, Daniel, I've always been running scared," he replied as he brushed past and walked out his front door. He added, "Lock up on your way out will ya? I wouldn't want to be burglarized."

Jack's subconscious rolled its eyes at Jack-backed down and eating shit. If only it had a fucking flag....

A little too far

By the time Jack was done with the Tok'ra, it was well past midnight and his thoughts were back to Daniel. His fantasy had come true. Daniel really wanted to have sex with him.

So why in God's name had he backed down?

He could have accepted the offer then backed down. But even as the thought finished he knew he hadn't reached that level of asshole.

So why was he pulling up Daniel's drive?

Daniel opened the door and saw Jack. He slammed the door in his face.

Jack opened the door and let himself in. Daniel stood in the hallway, preventing Jack from entering farther.

Whatever Jack had to say, he could say it here and leave.

Jack took one look at Daniel and understood why he'd come. It had nothing to do with levels of asshole. He'd hurt his friend deeply and he wanted to fix it.

"Daniel, I'm really sorry about the way I handled things earlier. You're one of my best friends and I screwed things up."

"I'm not playing any more."

"That's what I'm trying to tell you. I'm happy for you and Gibran-I mean Kahlil. I took things too far one way and when I tried to fix it, I ended up taking it too far the other." He gave a weary sigh. "What'd you say? Back to being friends?"

Daniel held Jack's gaze while he slowly unbuckled his belt.

"What are you doing?" Jack asked.

Daniel pulled his belt completely off with one motion and dropped it on the floor.

"Daniel?"

He then unzipped his pants and pulled out his soft dick.

"Okay, now that's too far!"

But Jack kept staring. In consternation, of course.

Daniel licked his hand and started massaging his dick. His eyes glazed over with sexual rapture as he watched Jack watching his dick grow hard. He closed his eyes momentarily, savoring the look on Jack's face, before opening them and locking eyes with Jack again.

Jack broke into a cold sweat. Daniel was goddamn smoldering hot.

Daniel fell into a slow rhythm and gave Jack the best show of his life.

Daniel's breathing intensified as he reached his zenith and softly moaned, "Jack." He shuddered as his cum cascaded over his hand. He maintained eye contact with Jack as he raised his hand to his lips and slowly, methodically licked his hand clean.

Jack's jaw dropped and he felt the familiar throbbing of old glory.

Daniel put his limp cock back into his jeans and zipped up. He reached past Jack and opened the door. With one finger, he poked Jack's shoulder and Jack stumbled out, still in shock. Daniel shut the door in his face.

Rules of engagement

Jack stormed into Daniel's lab and Sam jumped to her feet. Daniel didn't even bother to look up.

"At ease, Carter," Jack ordered.

"I'll just go..." Sam excused herself and hurried away.

Jack slammed the door shut behind her.

"Proud of yourself?" Jack demeaned.

"Aren't you?" Daniel asked, as he coyly licked his lips.

"Ugh! Disgusting is here," Jack indicated chin level with his hand. "What you did was here." He indicated above his head.

"You didn't enjoy it, Jack?"

Jack had gone home and masturbated himself raw. Then had stayed up all night wishing he could get an encore of Daniel's performance. But he wasn't about to give Daniel the satisfaction of that knowledge. Then he'd have played right into Daniel's hands.

"There are rules, Daniel."

"There are?"

"Well, no. But if there were you broke a whole bunch of 'em yesterday."

"Excuse me," Daniel said and walked past Jack to leave his office.

"Where are you going?"

"To the gate room. You approved the mission."

"Oh," Jack said and watched Daniel walk out.

Libido over credo

Daniel had been off-world for two weeks. Jack had taken the opportunity to think... and masturbate and masturbate. Now that Daniel was back....

Daniel let Jack in and walked back to the living room. Jack followed. Neither of them pretended anymore.

"I want to come," Daniel said.

Jack nodded.

"I want to see you come again," Jack admitted.

"And your career...?"

"We'll be discreet," he replied, already unzipping his pants.

"And if we're caught?"

"We'll cross that bridge if we get there."

"Stay the night."

"I'm not cuddling," Jack warned.

"It would be weird if you did."

"Definitely," Jack agreed as Daniel led him into the bedroom.

Jack's subconscious was satisfied. Even though Jack's pension was still in tact, Jack had Daniel and that was all it had wanted in the first place.

The end