PelaamΒ© April 2009
I received a request for a story featuring these characters. This story is dedicated to Watercrazy.
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If Daniel had been given to gambling, he would be walking away from the table certain he had ridden his luck once too often. It had been close. Too close, but he was still here, still in one piece, if a little battered. He glanced down at his boots. He could see where flames had lapped at them and the pervasive aroma of smoke and burning wood hung around him.
He sighed, running his hand through his sandy hair, unconsciously making himself look even younger. He was still uncertain what he had done to find himself denounced as a practitioner of evil magic. He shuddered as he remembered how swiftly he had been secured to a stake and left to be burnt alive. Fortunately that was not going to happen on Jack O'Neil's watch and the Colonel had arrived before too much damage could be done.
Now, hidden in the woods well away from the small town until they could reach the Stargate, Daniel was musing on just how quickly things had gone wrong.
"You ok there, kid?"
"Just, close, you know. I'll be fine, Jack," Daniel said, not turning to face his rescuer.
"Yeah, right you betcha," Jack nodded, walking towards his friend. "Come on, Danny-boy."
Daniel turned and let the older man wrap him in a tight embrace. It did feel good to be in Jack's arms and to hear the older man murmur wordlessly into his hair. It was something that helped settle him. Although there were times Daniel's imagination worked overtime fantasising about Jack, he knew this was as much as he could expect.
"Thanks, Jack," he whispered as the tremors, that had begun as he had remembered the flames licking at his boots, slowly abated. "I really will be fine now,"
"Sure thing, kid. Just don't wander away any further ok? I want you back in a minute or two. Got it?"
"Got it, Colonel," Daniel nodded. He watched the older man disappear with an affectionate smile on his face. 'Don't ask, don't tell' could come in useful sometimes. No one would ever guess that Jack could have such a marshmallow centre as to know when a hug was just what Daniel needed most. His eyed widened with surprise as Teal' C appeared from where O'Neil had vanished.
If Jack occasionally featured in Daniel's fantasies, then Teal' C was a major league player. Big, broad, strong, yet able to move with a cat-like grace. The Jaffa pushed every one of Daniel's well hidden buttons. Everyone knew he had been married, but no one knew how surprised he had been to have wanted to take a wife. Up till then his preference had always been for male companionship and now he found himself yearning for that kind of intimacy more and more.
"Can I help you?" Daniel asked, forcing his voice to remain natural, but ready to claim his ordeal as responsible if he failed.
"I thought perhaps I might help you, Daniel Jackson," Teal' C replied levelly.
"I don't think I understand," Daniel responded, his voice cracking slightly as the big man glided forward to stand just an inch away.
"I am aware that Colonel O'Neil offers comfort to you when you have suffered an ordeal. I would also like to make that offer."
Before Daniel had a chance to digest the words, he had been enveloped in strong arms and pulled unresistingly to meld against the Jaffa's broad expanse of chest. It seemed to Daniel that every ounce of his intellect vanished leaving behind a being of pure sensation. He could feel heat, scent masculinity, hear hearts beating to different rhythms and Daniel could visualise the broad chest in all its smooth, powerful glory. He wished he could snake out his tongue and taste the warrior, but enough sense remained that he did not tilt his head and offer himself to the dominant male that held him. Daniel was quite certain that was not the comfort the Jaffa had in mind. His eyes closed as warmth enfolded him.
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Drowsily Daniel opened leaden eyes to find he was back in their camp. He was settled in the tent he shared with Jack. He was surprised to find that he was indefinably disappointed that he was not with Teal' C.
"Teal' C said you were clearly suffering from exhaustion," Jack's amused voice reached over to him. "He carried you back. You hungry?"
"No, I'm good," Daniel murmured. If he was lucky, he might drift back off to sleep quickly and dream of strong arms and a warm, masculine body. "I'm good," he repeated dreamily.
Jack shook his head. He wished he could protect the archaeologist from everything that might hurt him. It had left him temporarily speechless when Teal' C had come back to camp carrying Daniel. However, the look in the Jaffa's eye along with a discreet shake of the head from Carter had him acting as if it was a perfectly normal everyday occurrence. Once they were back at Base he would be having words with Samantha Carter. He backed out of the tent he shared with the younger man. He was taking first watch. He glanced over at the tent Sam shared with Teal' C and wished he had a listening device to hear what was being said.
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"So?" Sam asked, undeterred by the way Teal'C had turned his back on her.
"What, Major Carter?" he replied guardedly.
"Don't play games with me Teal' C," Sam growled. "Have you spoken to Daniel?"
"No," Teal' C replied. Monosyllables were good, much easier to keep under control and ensure little was revealed.
"Uh-huh."
Teal' C frowned. That had sounded suspiciously like it held the wisdom of the ages and he turned to face the blond woman. Long seconds passed as the couple locked eyes. Finally Teal' C could stand the silence no longer.
"I do not know what to say to him," he offered reluctantly. "I do not want to jeopardise our friendship. If I speak and he retreats from me I will lose something I consider precious."
"You don't have to go down on one knee and declare your undying devotion, Teal' C. He didn't shy away tonight did he?"
"That was different," Teal' C retorted defiantly. "I did no more than Jack O'Neil."
"Do you honestly think he would let just any man embrace him?" Sam said. Sometimes men could be so dense. "Ask him to accompany you to a film or offer to treat him to dinner. Get him somewhere you can talk and be honest, Teal'C. I know Daniel enough to believe he would not turn his back on a friend even if that was as much as you two could ever be."
"I shall think about it." Teal' C turned away from Sam. He was a warrior. He had fought honourably and bravely since becoming part of the team. Yet in this one thing, his blood was as water. He knew things could not continue as they were.
Even though there was no intimate scent of O'Neil on Daniel, he was jealous of every time the two men spent together. He had previously enjoyed both sexes and the ways they could share their bodies and so was not concerned that Daniel was male. He had married to produce heirs, but had loved his wife. However that feeling paled into comparison with what he felt for the unknowing young man. He knew he could not and would not share Daniel if the human were to become his. He had never felt so possessive of a person and it scared him. He had heard stories of how it felt to find one's soul-mate. Teal' C was almost convinced he had found his. It was therefore too important to say or do the wrong thing. He needed to consider very carefully how he approached DanielJackson.
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Daniel stared at his naked body letting his hands drift over his torso. On returning back through the Stargate he had rushed to Medical to be checked, pronounced fit and then had gone to get a two-day pass. The intensity of his request clearly had the desired effect and it had been granted without argument. Daniel felt he was being a coward, but he had been unable to face either Jack or Teal' C. He sighed as he regarded himself in the mirror of the hotel he had picked by simply flicking open the telephone book.
Of course everyone knew where he was. He could not actually disappear for a couple of days. If any of his Stargate team wanted to find him, they could do so easily enough. He was sure he just needed time and distance to come to terms with the strange feelings that the hug from the big Jaffa still had on him. He looked the same; still bookish and boyish. He removed his glasses and began a sensual glide of his hands over his skin. As his eyes closed he found himself wishing the hands caressing him, more and more intimately, were Teal' C's.
He moved to the bed and coated his hands with fragrance-free oil. A soft moan escaped his lips as his hands lingered over his hot-spots and skimmed over less sensitive areas. He played with his nipples, twisting and rolling the tightening nubs as his legs began to move restlessly. He splayed his legs wide, letting one hand move to cup his sac, rolling the eager orbs it held, squeezing them gently. He continued to pinch and tug at peaked nubs as his hand moved to toy at the base of his erection. He moaned and arched as he let his finger trail languorously up the sensitive underside and slide over the red, slick head. He pumped slowly, wanting to tease out the pleasure for as long as possible.
He indulged in a forbidden fantasy, but this time it was not Jack O'Neil in his bed. This time it was the magnificently built Jaffa. Daniel treated himself to everything he could imagine. How it would feel to touch the golden tattoo with his tongue and the taste of chocolate nipples. What it would be like to have his arms pinned over his head, wrists secured in one large, powerful hand. His mouth ravished and plundered, his sensitive nipples teased and sucked. What the heavy weight of the smooth-skinned warrior would feel, trapping him as he submitted willingly to an amorous assault.