Evil Intentions

by Jase

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asj/jase/evilint.php
Summary: Daniel has a wicked streak

He lay there drowsing, warm and happy. It was a nice feeling...his half unconscious mind harking back to grandma's farm...the big brass bed and real down comforter, outside you could hear the wind whooshing through eaves and icicles as a snowstorm pelted down. Later, there would be sledding and snow forts, hot chocolate with an inch worth of marshmallows then the big table loaded down with miracles that Grandma created made all the more miraculous because they were made on top of a wood burning cast iron stove.

Mitchell faded in and out of barely awake, sliding his hand across the empty space beside him, finding the sheets there still warm. As the bed dipped and his hand was moved gently out of the way; he made a sub vocal sound of pleasure as a body filled that space. Instinctively, for now this was his instinct rather than to swing, he scootched closer and wrapped his arm around the warmth beside him.

"MMMmmmmm....thus is nice" he murmured thickly. Next to him, the body rumbled.

"Indeed"

"GAAAH" he jack knifed out of bed, completely awake and mostly landed on his feet. Boxer's askew, feet planted wide he stood there panting and blinking the last grains of sleep from his eyes.

"What the HELL?" he roared in a voice that usually made 90 Day Wonders* cry. There was a lump in the bed hidden by the blanket so Mitchell reached out and snatched it away. Daniel lay there; shaking with laughter, squeaking muffled hilarity into his pillow. He raised his head, looked towards Cam as he stood there sputtering in the dark and began to laugh hysterically. It was then that Mitchell realized...Jackson was wearing his glasses.... he was wearing his GLASSES in bed...

"You..you...PLANNED this?!?!" half volume roar...outraged.

"Oh GOD! You should see your face! "Another tear of laughter. The bed shook, Daniel snorted involuntarily in his merriment, which sent him off into another gale.

Mitchell stood feet braced in the dark, blanket gripped in one clenched fist and head lowered with an Olympian scowl on his beard stubbled face as he breathed down the hammering of his heart. His lips worked soundlessly attempting to think of something scathing and clever to say. Which is a little hard to do when one of the most serious guys you know is lying mostly naked in your bed giggling hysterically. Another honking snort escaped Daniel and he stuffed his face into the pillow trying to stop. Cam's lip twitching became an attempt to repress a grin. He lost.

He crawled back into bed, chuckling then laughing and flopped down beside Daniel's curled, shaking body. Jackson was trying very hard to lose the giggles, so Cam leaned close, nose to the back of Daniel's neck, and rumbled "Indeed."

It took them a very long while to stop laughing.