Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo

by heliosphere

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ash/heliosphere/foxtrot.php
Summary: Daniel learns to admit he just might have a slight bias

Daniel considered himself fairly level headed, perhaps a bit over-exuberant regarding his theories, but not quite as flaky as some people might insist. And well, yeah, as often as the jocks and frat boys in school might have teased him or even more, completely ignored him in their boorish behavior, they were still quite pleasant to look at if they kept their mouths shut.

None of which explained why he started feeling a bit fluttery in the chest after a few years of knowing Jack O' Neill. And okay, maybe it was Jack's attitude or his bravery or his rather nice ass, but that certainly didn't mean he should be having detailed, full color, pornographic fantasies of male pilots and jets and leather and ...um...best not to dwell on that. Particularly since Daniel was sure Jack was a full-blooded hetero. Partially sure, anyhow, but either way, he'd forged a tumultuous but rewarding friendship with Jack that would be spoiled if he lost all sense one day and decided to hump him into a wall.

And so Daniel spent the next handful of years carefully avoiding the fact that, yes, Jack the pilot was shit-hot but was strictly friend-zone and, gee, look at that, there were quite a few other men around the SGC that happened to be shit-hot flyboys and perhaps he'd better throttle back on the one-handed self service before his dick fell off.

Of course, that was when Cameron Mitchell strolled in while Daniel packed up for Atlantis. Just walked right into his office, all tall and strong and nearly begging Daniel to stay and not looking like the guy who nearly bought the farm when his F-302 went down. Daniel's libido certainly sat up and took notice. Good thing he was going to the Pegasus Galaxy with it's decidedly smaller pool of flyboys to taunt him. Yet here he was with SG-1, a year later, dutifully translating a tablet as fast as he could before the Prior returned to this planet.

"Jackson, time to move out!"

Following around a guy yet again, because hell if Mitchell didn't have the same charisma that knocked him on his ass in the first place.

"Jackson? We gotta go before Doughboy shows up."

Maybe it was time to give in, start stuffing his right rear pocket with a blue bandana or what ever it was the cool, gay kids did these days to show they might have a certain...predilection...toward flyboys.

"Let's kick the tires and light the fires there, Sunshine!"

Fuck. Goddamn military pilots.