#1. Of Objects and Their Nature
I love to sneak up on my clueless friend. Tonight he is caressing a vase, feathering its curves with this sensual touch that makes my mouth water.
"I want to be a vase," I lip off.
Daniel startles. I catch the artefact and shelve it.
"Vases are female. Round, hollow objects traditionally depict the ability to bear children."
Bummer. I scan the mess of his office for a male object. "An obelisk!"
He leers at me, my mischievous archaeologist. Did I say clueless? I was wrong. "You know obelisks always come in pairs, don't you?"
Almost a brother. Almost my son. Surely my best friend. He is all that, and he could be more.
Firewood cracks and lights his glasses with sparks. He is chatting with Carter in this language made of big words, small chuckles and bright grins only they can understand.
Every now and then he looks at me. An evil glint flares up in his eyes; its intensity outmatches the flames of the campfire. He smiles this sly smile of his, and turns back to his twin.
Yes, he could be more. If only I allowed it. If only he wanted to.
#3. The Needle and the Damage Done.
He's been on his fours digging in the dirt for hours. I'm not gonna stop him today.
He has torn a hole in his BDUs, under the right buttcheek. This square of bare skin drives me wild even though I see the Full Monthy everyday when we shower. But this -- it's a stamp of lust and perfection. I want to touch it. Smell it. Lick it.
The weed I've torn off wends through the air to his thigh. I can't touch, but I will tickle.
Almost there… Teal'c grabs my sword. "I believe that you should stop, Daniel Jackson."
"Jack, may I?"
I nod. Words aren't desirable tonight. I hand him the material. He lifts it slowly as if it could break. His caress is soft; his rhythm is lazy. I relax. He only speeds up after it's lubricated enough. His breath becomes harsher. He keeps rubbing until it's sleek enough for my contentment.
I sigh, smile and close my eyes.
He wipes his hands on my tee-shirt. I should slap him. I can only groan as he grasps the barrel tighter.
One quick thrust and it's loaded, ready to fire again.
Nobody else gets to clean my gun.
I crash on my back. Carter flaps her arms and flies past me. Teal’c rolls after her.
He lands, top speed, elbows first, onto my belly. This guy sure knows how to knock the wind out of me.
He shifts his elbows an inch. Our chests are touching.
"Better." Why did I say that ? I can’t move. He still lies on top of me.
He glances to check Teal’c and Carter, far, far away. Then he really makes it better.
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