Short Stories 21

Toes, A Feather And Duct Tape

by BlueLotus

URL: http://www.stargateslash.com/asb/blotus/shorts21.php
Summary: Daniel receives a little note
Info: Another SSD word challenge fic. Thank you Marah for Beta-ing for me

"I want to suck each one of your toes."

Daniel blinked and read the message on the paper again... and burst out laughing.

The paper wasn't signed and was typed but Daniel knew exactly who it was from. He smiled and read it again feeling a tingle start deep inside in anticipation of what was to come.

"Hey Daniel, what's the joke?" Sam said brightly as she walked into his office.

"Sam! Hi, Sam!" Startled, Daniel spun around, his hands flying behind his back. Sam narrowed her eyes.

"What have you got there?"

"Nothing," Daniel answered quickly as he backed away a couple of paces stopping only when the backs of his knees hit his coach. His eyes widened when Sam followed.

"Aw, come on," she whined. "Show me."

Daniel avoided her sudden attempt to grab at his hands with a swift side step. "I haven't got anything, Sam!"

Not believing him, Sam launched her attack. Daniel yelped as the 5'9" blonde tackled him onto his coach and after a few seconds of wrestling - of which Daniel was at a severe disadvantage because he still had his hands firmly lodged behind his back and wasn't moving them - Sam was sat on him and had her fingers poised on his ribs.

"You gonna show me?" she asked dangerously. Daniel bit his lips together and with a sparkle in his eyes he shook his head. Sam smirked and then tickled him. Daniel howled with laughter, squirming as those torturous fingers danced over his ribs.

"Say 'uncle'!" Sam demanded and laughed evilly. "Say it, Daniel!"

"Noooooooo!"

She moved her hands from his ribs to under his arms - a really ticklish spot, and Daniel bucked and laughed even harder and in a quick move she reached under him and grabbed the paper.

"No fair," Daniel chuckled as he wiped his eyes. Sam stuck her tongue out at him and stood.

"Told ya you'd show me," she snickered then opened the crumpled note and read it.

Daniel watched as her eyebrows shot up to her hairline just as she burst out laughing. He rolled his eyes and took the paper off her, smoothed it out and put it in his pocket.

"Oh, god, that's so, so... Cute," she cooed, smiling a sickly sweet smile.

"Fuck off, wench," Daniel growled with a grin.

"Soooooooo," Sam started as she leaned in close. "Who is it?"

Daniel barked out a laugh. "Like I would tell you!"

"Aw, come on Daniel," Sam pouted. "That was only the one time, and I promised I'd never do it again. Tell me."

"Nope."

"Tell me," she said again, her fingers creeping along his ribs again. Daniel dodged away and chuckled.

"Never in a million years!"

"A hint, then?"

"No."

"Daniel, I double promise - on my Harley - that I'll keep my mouth shut this time. I'll not even breathe a word how great you are or how big your-"

"Sam!" Daniel hastily interrupted her and laughed. "I'm not going to tell you who it is, so you're wasting your breath."

"Tell her who 'who' is?" Jack said curiously as he announced his presence in the office. "And Carter, I'd also like to know how you know how big Daniel's-"

"Jack!" Daniel said exasperated. "Will you guys stop discussing how big my er... Just stop it!"

Chuckles filled the office and Daniel sighed.

"Daniel has a love-note, sir," Sam revealed.

"Really?" Jack looked innocently at Daniel, and Daniel coughed deliberately to hide the snigger that desperately wanted to come out.

"Yup, and he won't tell me who it's from, sir."

"Well, now that's not surprising after the last time, Carter."

Carter shook her head and turned to leave mumbling evil things about men and trying to help and what she was going to do to the next man and his dick that crossed her. Both Jack and Daniel winced when they heard 'nut-cracker' muttered.

"I'm gonna find out, Daniel," she said as she stuck her head back into his office. "You'll see!"

As soon as the coast was clear, Daniel closed his door and turned to face his lover and smiled.

"So, you want to suck my toes, Jack?"

"Oh yeah." Jack closed the distance between them.

"Any-anything else you'd like to do?" Daniel's breath hitched when Jack reached behind him and clicked the door locked.

"This," Jack whispered into Daniel's mouth before slowly leaning in. Daniel's senses imploded when Jack's lips slid sweetly over his. He flicked out his tongue to taste and gasped when Jack captured it and sucked. A moan escaped his throat and was swallowed as the gentle kiss became hard and passionate. Their bodies moved together, grinding, pressing, and hands explored, desperate to feel skin. Daniel skimmed his fingers through Jack's hair, down his neck and onto his chest, seeking out the little hard nubs under Jack's shirt. Jack groaned when finger nails scraped over his nipples and he grabbed Daniel's hands and pulled them above the young man's head, holding them both there with one of his own. Daniel gasped at the sudden movement and Jack dove in for another brain melting, toe curling kiss, his free hand fumbling with Daniel's belt.

"W-wait," Daniel gasped around a mouth full of tongue. "Jack, wait... On... we're on..."

With the belt undone, Jack plunged his hand into Daniel's boxers and caressed the hardness there.

Daniel mewled and thrust his hips. "Oh, god... Jack!"

"Daniel! Your door is locked! Are you in there? I need that report on our last mission I forgot to pick up earlier," Sam shouted from the corridor outside.

"Fuck!" Jack whispered frustratingly into Daniel's mouth before pulling back a little. Trust his second-in-command to interrupt his nookie!

"Daniel! Are you in there? I need that report!" she knocked again.

"Um, jus-just a minute, Sam," Daniel called back, then quietly added; "Jack, let me go, I have to get that thing for S-sam."

Jack looked at his lover - he looked so fucking gorgeous at that moment, flushed, kiss swollen lips, eyes so full of want, but Daniel was right and they were on base after all. He leaned in and gave Daniel one last kiss before swiftly letting go and straightening himself up. Daniel stumbled and shakily fastened his belt and tucked in his T-shirt.

"Daniel!"

"Okay, Sam, I'm coming!" Daniel growled, frowning at the breathy chuckle that came from Jack. He grabbed the report that she wanted, unlocked and opened his door to an irate looking major.

"What the fuck took you so long, and why do you look like that?" she demanded, pointing at his dishevelled appearance.

"Coffee," Daniel muttered as if that was the answer to everything and thrust the file into her hands.

"Coffee?"

"As in I need some!"

"Oh god, you're such a caffeine junkie, Daniel! You need help," she snorted making Daniel laugh.

"Yeah, well, pot and kettle, Sam," he countered. Sam chuckled back, held up the file as a thanks and left. Daniel closed the door again and glared at the man currently tossing one of his 'rocks' from one hand to another.

"That was stupid, Jack."

"What?"

"You know what!"

"I can't help it if you look edible, Danny."

"What?! And put that down!"

Jack put the priceless artefact down. "Edible, gorgeous, delectable, delicious, sexy as hell..."

"You know flattery will get you nowhere... ON BASE, Jack!" Daniel insisted firmly. Jack sighed.

"I know. I'm sorry," Jack said. "But I'm still gonna suck each one of your toes... Tonight... After I cook for you and bathe you... Maybe even do one of my special massages..."

Daniel bit his lip. The erection that had subsided when Sam had interrupted them had returned with a vengeance, and he shifted awkwardly. Jack smirked when he saw the impressive bulge.

"Oh, and..." Jack looked around the cluttered office until his eyes landed on something and he motioned to it. "Bring that feather, too."

Swallowing hard, Daniel nodded as thoughts of that soft feather stroking across his skin gave him goose bumps, and he shivered in anticipation. "Anything else?" he whispered quietly as he watched Jack leave. His lover turned and smiled.

"Duct tape."

"Duct tape?" Huh?

"Duct tape," Jack nodded, and then he was gone.

For a good few minutes Daniel stood there and tried to figure out why Jack wanted duct tape, then it suddenly dawned on him and he smiled fondly. God he loved that man, Daniel thought as he sat comfortably at his desk and pulled the stack of translations towards him.

"Duct tape," he chuckled again and patted his (for now) soft and happy dick.

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