Getting Personal

<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0><tr> <td valign="top" rowspan="2" width=120 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="01078642egerdp.jpg"> <bR> </td> <td valign="top" height=428 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="00f64643.jpg"> <div> <B>Getting Personal</B></div> <div>  <A NAME="getting_personal"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Calligraph421 BT" >Jack took it personally.  He took every single loss personally.  Always had.  Always would.  Every person he left behind dead, had to send to their death, had to ask to give up their life - every single one - personal.</FONT></div> <bR> <div> And now, it was worse.  He'd crossed the line.  Made the mistake.  Let it get past the training and into the man he was.  Didn't keep it at officer level.  Now here he was, up on his viewing deck, holding a cold brew in one hand and his jean-clad dick in the other.  What a mess.</div> <bR> <div> He tried to change the picture in his head, tried to make the blue eyes he was seeing those of the pretty Captain on his team because hey, she was a looker, right?  All sleek lines in her Class A's, hem just barely at regulation length and those silk stockings that had nothing to do with military propriety.  He should be drooling after her, shouldn't he?</div> <bR> <div> So what was he doing thinking of blue eyes that burned with the intensity of knowledge cut short far too soon, surrounded by burned and bloodied flesh, flashing desperate fire as the lips said something about watching his back.  What the hell did he think he was doing?</div> <bR> <div> The ink on the final divorce decree was barely dry and here he was, up on his roof, his secret place, trying to get rid of the memory of blue eyes and courage so deep you could dive into it.  He was making it personal, that's what he was doing.  Doing the one thing he promised himself on his graduation day out of high school when the principal had announced he - Jack O'Neill - had made it into the Air Force Academy.  </div> <bR> <div> He was making it personal.</div> <bR> <div> He knew men had to die in the service - it's what you signed on for - be a hero, fly off into the wild blue yonder and give your life in the service of your country - go out in a blaze of glory.</div> <bR> <div> Glory never blazed as bright as the blue eyes of one Doctor Daniel Jackson.</div> <bR> <div> And now, it was personal.</div> <bR> <div> The gateroom, Hammond saying there was someone who wanted to see them, Daniel walking in through the crowd and straight into his arms.  Jack closed his eyes, brought the beer to his lips and as he took a long pull, he gave his dick one, too.</div> <bR> <div> He swore he'd never, ever go here again.  Tommy Hunter had been one thing - this was something entirely different.  Being a hormonal teenage boy in the north woods of Minnesota on a hot summer day with another teenage boy was not the same as being a full bird colonel in the United States Air Force engaged in the biggest battle of history.  Tommy Hunter was over twenty some years ago.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel Jackson was now.</div> <bR> <div> Dammit.</div> <bR> <div> God...... dammit.</div> <bR> <div> The blue eyes just wouldn't go away.</div> <bR> <div> It wasn't that Daniel Jackson was the most attractive man he'd ever seen.  There'd been men on missions who, given the chance, would have been centerfold material for any magazine out there.  But with Daniel, it was something else, something more.  He felt it in his gut, like a hunger he couldn't fill.  And then - it had gone and gotten personal.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel stepping in front of that staff blast - meant for him.  Taking that tribal girl to the sarc to be brought back to life - and asking Jack to wait.  Staying behind on Abydos so he could learn and love and make a difference.  Rushing into everything life threw at him with absolute abandon.  It called to something deep in Jack - made him think crazy - made him want - made him ache.</div> <bR> <div> Daniel Jackson was just like Tommy Hunter.</div> <bR> <div> Tommy Hunter was dead from a stupid accident that never should have happened in a country so small it barely had a name.  And Daniel, damn him, was trying to follow right behind him.</div> <bR> <div> Jack finished his beer and tore open the front of his jeans, pulling his cock into the hot night air around him.  Damned July in Colorado, always had him horny and restless, then Daniel with his damned blue eyes and his headlong rush into every *damned* thing and ....</div> <bR> <div> "Shit," came the gasped breath as Jack stroked his cock, slow and tight.</div> <bR> <div> It was personal now and there was no way to stop it, no way to put the genie back in the bottle.</div> <bR> <div> "Shit shit shit," Jack muttered, banging the back of his head against the wall.  He opened his eyes and looked up at the stars.  The stars who'd always taunted him and beckoned him and then had delivered Daniel into his life.  Into his arms . . .</div> <bR> <div> A choked grunt forced its way from his throat as he remembered the way Daniel had held onto him so tight, his smile lighting up the gate room.  Jack gripped himself tighter, felt the surge of his cock in his hand, knew it wasn't going to take long.  Not with the memory of those eyes - those damned blue eyes . . .</div> <bR> <div> "Jack?"</div> <bR> <div> Jack's eyes flew open and his humiliation became complete when the sight of Daniel standing at the top of the ladder forced him over the edge into orgasm.  "Daniel!  Oh . . . fuck!!  Sorry . . . sorry..."</div> <bR> <div> He tried to stop it, tried so hard but he couldn't and the first ribbon of come flew out and onto his shirt.  Before he knew what was happening, Daniel was beside him, his hand wrapping around his . . . helping him.</div> <bR> <div> "Don't be sorry," Daniel whispered.  "Don't be."  He took over, stroking and jerking, pulling the orgasm out from some place so deep that Jack thought he was going to pass out right there.</div> <bR> <div> Jack waited until his vision cleared.  "Daniel, what the fuck?"</div> <bR> <div> Blue eyes sparkled in the night and the smile spread again over his face.  "I knew I was right."  He nodded.  "I knew it."</div> <bR> <div> Daniel leaned forward . . . and showed Jack just how personal things were about to get.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> ~finis~</div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="mailto:claforce@plotexpo.com" TARGET="_top" TITLE="mailto:claforce@plotexpo.com"><U>Give the author's ego a marshmallow . . . please feed the bear.</U></A></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id3_sg1_slash.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Stargate SG1 Slash Fiction"><U>Back to Fic List</U></A>     <A HREF="id2_directory.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Directory Listing"><U>Back to Directory</U></A></div> </td> <td valign="top" rowspan="2" width=120 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="01178643.jpg"> <bR> </td> </tr><tr> <td valign="top" height=52 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="00f64643.jpg"> <div> <TABLE BORDER="0" CELLPADDING="0" CELLSPACING="0" WIDTH="161" BORDERCOLORLIGHT="#C0C0C0" BORDERCOLORDARK="#808080" FRAME="BOX" RULES="ALL" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" > <tR> <tD VALIGN=CENTER HEIGHT= 45 ><NOBR><div> <IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="39" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" WIDTH="29"></div> </NOBR></tD> <tD VALIGN=TOP><NOBR><div> <A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Plotexpo.com"><U><IMG SRC="0181d270.jpg" border=0 width="29" height="39" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> <tD VALIGN=CENTER WIDTH="15"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="45" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="15" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></tD> <tD VALIGN=CENTER><NOBR><div> <A HREF="id192.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Perspective"><U><IMG SRC="017271d0.jpg" border=0 width="39" height="29" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> <tD VALIGN=CENTER><NOBR><div> <A HREF="id194.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Babes in Arms"><U><IMG SRC="016271d0.jpg" border=0 width="39" height="29" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> </tR> </TABLE></div> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>