Getting Doctor Jackson Off

by Mitch H

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asm/mitchh/gettingd.php
Summary: Jack and Daniel have had such fun times in this little room, the ones they've been brave enough to allow us to see, that is. Like Jack's fetish with Daniel's glasses and...
Info: All conversation. No visuals. An experiment in making myself into a security surveillance device, the lens turned off, the sound still on and our boys...utterly oblivious as usual. Oblivious, I tell ya! Spacemonkey! Need I say more?

"I know, Daniel. It's frustrating."

"But Jack we need sack time on the weekends we're off then--

Bing. Whoosh.

"Airman."

"Colonel. Doctor Jackson."

So I assume you'll have that report ready for the General by--

Bing. Whoosh.

I wouldn't be so--

Oh, yes you would, Daniel. You have too much stamina--

Bing. Whoosh.

"Dr. Jackson, Colonel."

"Nyan, you want to come with us for drinks after your shift today?"

"Sure! Thanks, Doctor Jackson. I'll see you then."

"The General wants the report ready for tomorrow's briefing, Daniel."

Bing.

"See you later, Nyan.

Whoosh.

"I thought you loved my stamina, particularly when I'm on my knees."

"Oh, well, yeah, sure."

"And when I've got your balls in my--"

Bing.

"Can you move back a bit, Colonel? These files are a bit bulky . . ."

Whoosh.

"Yes, the report will be ready for General Hammond by tomorrow's briefing."

Bing. Whoosh.

"Your balls in my mouth and you're trying to pull my hair out by the roots--"

Bing. Whoosh.

"Daniel, Colonel, we still on for tonight?"

"Yea, Sam. Nyan's going to join us."

"Oh, good. Well this is my floor. Later."

Bing. Whoosh.

And you grip me through my pants--"

"Like this?"

"Mmm. More."

"Kiss me"

"Jack I want to suck you off now. Not later. Now."

Bing.

"I'm sure the general will find the report to his satisfaction.
Airman.

Whoosh.

"Colonel. Doctor Jackson."

Bing. Whoosh.

"Fuck me, Jack."

"My office. Push the . . . button."

"Jack. I want you."

"Daniel. Lower. Oh, yeah."

Bing. Whoosh.

"...Report for the general for the briefing and I'll have it ready as soon as..."

Bing. Whoosh.

"Gaa! Ja-ack!"

"Daniel!"

"Oh. Oh . . . Jack. Yeah. Mmm. Wow. Whew. Uh."

Bing. Whoosh.

"Airman"

"Colonel. Doctor Jackson . . . Doctor Jackson?"

"Hm? Uh. Leg cramp."

Bing. Whoosh.

"Jack, about my stamina? I kinda . . . "

"Came in your undies?"

"Uh. Yeah."

"Then I can get back to work and you can go clean up."

Bing. Whoosh.

Bing. Whoosh.

"Teal'c, on your way to the gym?"

"That is correct, O'Neill. I will see you this evening. Daniel Jackson."

"Teal'c."

Bing. Whoosh.

"Jack, Uh. Could we maybe swing by your office first for a little quickie?"

"I don't believe you. I do NOT believe you. Three floors, Daniel? Three floors and you're ready again?"

Bing.

"Just let us squeeze in here too please."

Whoosh.

"Doc Fraser, showing the new recruits the way to the infirmary?"

"New victims for my torture chamber."

"Yes, Jack. I can have the report ready but I'll need to retrieve those recordings from your office first. If you could accompany me?

Bing

"Move aside, airmen. I have to get Doctor Jackson off. On this floor. I mean this is our floor... Out of the way!"

End