True Jeanius

by Pie

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Summary: Three viewpoints on the same event. Fire Chief Jack O'Neill is in the laundromat. What on earth will happen?

Jack O'Neill - Fire Chief

I should be at home enjoying some quality time sitting on my significant other; but the damn thing has sprung a leak and flooded my basement. So here I am instead, my ass parked on the most uncomfortable bench known to man, in a crowded, steamy laundromat, riveted to the spectacle of my clothes going round and round. One consolation, someone has turned up the radio and Marvin Gaye's, 'I heard it through the Grapevine' is blaring out. Man that makes me feel good! The door opens and suddenly bright sunshine pours through, silhouetting a man standing on the threshold.

Samantha Carter - Hair Stylist

I look up from my latest trends magazine and find myself eye to crotch with someone definitely dressing to the right! I keep looking up, my spellbound gaze travelling up the tall frame - Mmmm the view is pretty damned good. Every eye in the laundromat is glued on this man. He looks so out of place, he should be on a catwalk in Milan. He removes his sunglasses and his shimmering blue eyes sidle from side to side, drinking in everything and everyone with just one fleeting glance. He walks over to an empty machine and pours something into it from a paper bag.

Jack O'Neill

Okay, I've never gotten so hard so fast. Fuck this guy is hot! He's supremely unaware that he is oozing sex from every pore. His black tee is clinging damply to him like a second skin - Shit! He's just peeled it off. I don't know much about art, but this guy is freaking built like a greek god - all tanned and toned muscles and sleek, smooth skin just made to run hands over. I must be fantasising! Now he's sliding the belt from his blue jeans, undoing the buttons and slipping them down his impossibly long, lithe legs, I'm sure they would look good over my shoulders or wrapped around my back. Who knew laundry could be this much fun?

Murray (Last name and occupation witheld)

I have discovered that human interaction is best observed at close quarters. Television does not adequately convey the minute idiosyncrasies that make the people of earth so compelling a study. Laundromats offer the optimum opportunity of ascertainment, as the diverse people who frequent them would seldom be thrown together in any other circumstances. The overall reaction to this handsome young man is extremely interesting. Young and old, rich or poor, race, creed or colour seems to make no difference, they all share this common bond - they all want to...how did I hear it once phrased?...Get into his pants or in this case, immaculately pristine, white boxer shorts.

Jack O'Neill

He may be god's gift to eyes and libidos, but he knows shit about laundry. I could have told him pouring rocks into the machine was asking for trouble. He does look even cuter with water swirling around his ankles though, and I can sense that everybody is about to rush to the helpless darling's aid. Time for a well thought out diversion - I surreptitiously hit the fire alarm and intialise the sprinkler system. The effect is immediate and with only minimal screaming everyone clears outside. Everyone that is except me and Mr Sex on Legs, who even with water pouring down him in rivulets looks fucking hot! His boxers are virtually transparent and let me tell you, he'd need a huge bushel to hide 'that' under. I approach him.

"I have my car outside. Need a lift?"

Who says knights need shining armour?

Finis

Author's Note: Thanks for reading:-)