Surrender

by the mad Elf banger

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ast/tmebanger/surrende.php
Summary: Jack surrenders to an urge.

Jack frowned as he took another sip of eggnog. He didn't want to frown, or appear too serious, or even drink all this eggnog, really. But he couldn't help staring at the sight before him – and the more he looked, the edgier he became. The edgier he got, the more eggnog found its way down his throat, and all because there wasn't all that much else to do.

All he could do was look; look so hard he was staring. Staring and frowning, and drowning his annoyance in goddamned eggnog.

Jack sighed and set down his glass rather more firmly than necessary. This was getting way out of hand, and more ridiculous by the minute. It was just Daniel, after all – Daniel, looking his most gorgeous – and a big fat chance begging to happen, but which everyone around was either missing or ignoring.

Daniel was talking to Lou and one of the nameless nurses who had a crush on this their dear, handsome archaeologist. He was talking, drinking punch, nodding, and being altogether his usual sweet self.

And he was standing under the bloody mistletoe.

Jack peeked at his watch; for sixteen minutes now, and counting. He'd been standing under that mistletoe, smiling and glowing with holiday cheer, and still he'd not been kissed.

Seventeen minutes.

Jack groaned; this was just too much. He didn't want to look any more – he didn't want to see that. He didn't want to see Daniel, so innocently swaying and giggling beneath that fucking mistletoe while no one was taking him up on that promise for a kiss.

And they should be. They should all be over him – maybe not Lou, but that nurse should know better than to let a chance like this go by!

It just wasn't fair on Daniel – standing there, clearly indicated by this traditional fucking twig that anyone who would like to, was welcome to plant one on him... and no one did.

Eighteen minutes. Jack sighed pitifully and turned a semi-circle, only to turn instantly back again. He couldn't not look, it was too horrible. He had to look; had to see if someone would do something...

But nothing happened.

They just kept talking, as though it was perfectly normal for anyone to be waiting beneath mistletoe for so long without anyone claiming that kiss.

Or offering a kiss.

Jack almost snorted. It was a fucking outrage! How dare they let Daniel wait like this! As if they could just pretend that he wasn't, in fact, standing beneath that mistletoe at all.

Jack's eyes flitted down to his watch again: nineteen minutes. He looked up again, checking the situation and finding it exactly the same. This must be some kind of godforsaken record! And it was completely and utterly beyond him how they could just refuse Daniel a kiss – how they could not instantly jump at such a golden opportunity, grab that beautiful face of his between both hands, and...

There, that was it. It had been almost twenty minutes, and Jack had run out of patience. Enough was enough – and if no one else cared to take Daniel up on that kiss, Jack would.

He gently, though resolutely elbowed his way through the crowd of drinking, laughing, chatting, and dancing people gathered in the commissary, and stopped short at the talking trio. Daniel's eyes instantly found his, but they soon returned to Lou for the remainder of his sentence.

And that was as long as Jack was willing to wait. He didn't care that he seemed to be barging in on an interesting discussion about something SG-3 and 9 had come across during their last trip through the gate – because he was on a much more important mission. So he nodded at the nurse, gave Lou a quick signal to please continue, and took a step forwards to invade Daniel's personal space.

And then he leaned in some more, cocked his head, and pressed his lips against Daniel's.

Daniel was so surprised he gasped, but Jack had enough wits around him as to not take that as an invitation. He kept his tongue to himself, and just relished in the sweet sensation of Daniel's parted lips; their softness, and that unmistakable taste of coffee lingering behind the stronger taste of spicy punch.

Jack almost forgot to back away again, but he did so amidst a general oohing and aahing of all around. Lou was laughing heartily, and slapping Daniel on the back, chortling something indistinguishable, and Daniel could do nothing but blink at Jack in surprise. "What was that all about?"

"Nothing," Jack shrugged, and pointed towards the ceiling. "Just the old mistletoe trick."

***

"I can't say I expected you to do that just then."

Jack looked up, and rubbed a hand over his forehead, blocking out the sight of the man just entering the locker room. "Sorry. I don't know what I was thinking."

"Sure you do," Daniel said softly, and sat down beside him. "And I really can't blame you..."

"I know I shouldn't have," Jack said, giving Daniel his best look of rueful honesty. "I know it was stupid, and I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable..."

"I wasn't uncomfortable."

"I didn't want anyone thinking that I was... pissing all over you either, you know."

"Pissing all over me?" Daniel echoed. "I don't think you were doing that."

"You know what I mean," Jack said, sounding seriously upset with himself. "I wasn't trying to prove to everyone what I could do. What you'd let me do... It wasn't a showy-off colonel thing..."

"No? Then what?"

"It was... an annoyed, pissed off, drunken boyfriend thing."

Daniel smiled. "How long were you watching?"

"You? All evening."

"I mean that... mistletoe-incident."

"Almost twenty minutes." Jack sighed. "I couldn't stand that they let you wait there like that, and not kiss you. It's ridiculous. Preposterous. Absolutely—"

But any other words he wanted to get off his chest were lost the second Daniel kissed him. And this time, with no witnesses around, their tongues did get to join in the fun. Hands wrapped around shoulders and backs, fingers tangled in hair, slid sensuously over necks and jaws, and one adventurous hand even made its way towards the inside of a thigh...

But another hand stopped it, and Jack's voice accompanied that action with a husky, "Hold on a sec, Danny." He pulled in a deep breath, and then himself together, and got up off the bench. "We can't do this here." Not making out at the mountain was Rule Number One in their Big Book of Rules – and not without good reason.

"I know." Daniel cast a longing look at his heavily-breathing partner, and tried to ignore the throbbing that was going on in his pants. "I know, Jack. I'm sorry."

"Do you want to go back to the party?"

Daniel put on his thinking face. "Wait, let me think. You, or everyone else?" And he gave a huge grin when Jack held out his hand. "That's hardly worth answering, really."

The End.