Now You See Him....
In honor of the 200th episode as shown on August 18, 2006, the discovery of long, thick, non-seethrough shower curtains in the locker room and the new canon of an as yet unknown mission in which Colonel Jack O'Neill became invisible - I give you this story. It's been *years* since I've needed to sit down immediately after an episode and write up some inspired fic. To the writers and cast who allow us to be the slash fans we are, write fic, play with the characters, and generally wreak a little fannish havoc - thank you for giving me a little taste of the old days.
And did you notice during the "invisibility" flash back, that Sam talks to a Jack that isn't really there? Sound familiar? HA!
And now . . . our story.
"Where's Colonel O'Neill?"
Hammond knew there was trouble just by the look of disgust on Daniel's face.
"Oh, he's *here*," Daniel said, seeming to pry something substantial away from his side. "We had a little trouble on the mission, sir."
As Carter started in on the techno-speak that usually made Jack's eyes glass over, Hammond watched as the scholar seemed to take something into his fists and lead it down the ramp.
". . . . invisible," Carter finished.
"Colonel O'Neill?"
"Right here, sir," came the chipper voice from in front of Daniel.
"You better get yourself straight to the infirmary and have Doctor Fraiser start an exam."
"Tell her I don't need any *shots*," warned the voice as Daniel apparently wrestled Jack down the ramp. "God only knows what she'd stick with one of those needles."
"Will you please just . . . go," Daniel said as he continued to struggle with Jack.
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"So, Daniel."
The sound of books being dropped and a knee hitting an open drawer let Jack know that he'd forgotten to announce his presence first. He winced when he saw Daniel hobble to his chair.
"What?!"
"Sorry," he said quickly. "That looked like it hurt."
"Jack," Daniel said, biting the word out. "What do you want?"
"I just came by to say hi."
"Aren't you supposed to be in the infirmary?"
"Yeah," Jack admitted.
Daniel watched a pen levitate into mid air and begin to spin and flip around.
"Then why aren't you?" He snagged the pen and slapped it down onto the desk.
"I get up and leave all the time. They never know."
"Don't they have you wired in or something?" Daniel waited for the reply. "Jack?" He looked around to see if any of his artifacts were moving. "Jack?"
"So, what are you working on?" Jack whispered, low and throaty in his ear.
Daniel nearly jumped out of his chair, but was held in place by a large, warm hand. "Jack?"
"Turn your back to the security camera," Jack breathed. He trailed his hand down along Daniel's arm and onto his thigh. Kneeling down quickly, he found a comfortable sitting position just under Daniel's desk, right in the corner where desk met worktop. "Now roll forward a little. That's it."
"Oh my god," Daniel grunted out, his voice barely audible.
"I've wanted to do this for years," Jack chuckled. "Don't move. Don't make any noise. Just act like you're reading a book."
"Are you insane?" Daniel hissed. "What if someone walks in?"
"No one will see anything. You'll be behind your desk. Just think, I can give you a blowjob in front of Carter if she shows up. Or Teal'c."
Daniel dragged a large book in front of him on the desk and opened it slowly as he felt Jack's hands undoing the belt and buttons on his BDUs.
"Mmmm, wore the black briefs today. I like those." Jack leaned forward and pressed kisses into the taut material, nibbling and mouthing Daniel through his shorts.
"Oh, Christ," Daniel half laughed. "This is so wrong."
"Nah, just some good clean fun." Jack slid the index fingers of both hands along the front opening and pulled the material apart.
Daniel felt small, teasing licks against the top of his shaft and crumpled a sheet of paper in his fist. "Oh god."
"Just pretend you're reading," Jack cooed happily.
"You know how much noise I make," Daniel whimpered.
"Consider this a test. A challenge, if you will. All the movement, all the sound, gets redirected into blowing the biggest load of your life," Jack explained calmly as he teased the stiffening cock from its confines. "The one you're going to shoot straight down my throat."
"You kinky bastard," Daniel complained half-heartedly, dropping one hand and stroking it through Jack's hair. He made sure that from the camera angle, it just looked like he'd put his hand in his lap. No big deal.
Jack moaned and slurped his way along Daniel's cock, carefully bringing his lover's balls out to play as well. "Can't rim you," Jack sighed. "That's a damned shame. Although, I could do it in the showers for you later."
"Hell's bells," Daniel grunted. To the camera it looked like he simply pulled the chair forward slightly. For Jack, he ended up with a mouth full of hot, pulsing cock being shoved farther into his mouth.
Jack set to sucking in a slow, steady rhythm, letting Daniel settle into it so that he could merely concentrate on staying still. When Jack looked up, he could see Daniel staring blankly at the page before him, a dreamy, far-away look in his eyes.
And then he heard the footsteps.
"Daniel?"
Sam. She'd come by after all.
Jack was about to pull his mouth away, but a steadying hand on the back of his head told him to just keep right on doing what he was doing.
"Hey, Sam," Daniel said with a soft smile.
"Is the Colonel still in the infirmary? I needed to go ask him something before I head off."
Daniel felt Jack laugh silently at the poor choice of phrase. "He's right where he should be," he replied.
Sam shrugged and looked around quickly. "Alright. Hey, I'll come by later, see if you wanna get a bite?"
"Um, I'll pass," Daniel said. "I've got a pretty full load here. It really can't wait." Daniel patted his book and Jack's neck at the same time.
Jack grabbed Daniel's thighs as he tried not to burst out laughing.
"Okay," Sam shrugged. "I'll see you later."
"Bye, Sam," Daniel said smoothly as he watched the woman leave. He encouraged Jack to speed up a little. "I'm such a shit," he chuffed.
Jack moaned happily in agreement, taking the dick from his mouth and getting to work on the tight balls snugged up at the base of the thick, silky cock.
"You know what that does to me, right?" Daniel asked, tightening his fingers in Jack's hair.
In answer, Jack sucked them both into his mouth and began to tug lightly on them, pushing the tip of his tongue against the one spot on Daniel's left nut that usually had him screaming.
"You dirty bastard," Daniel purred softly behind his hand as he faked a yawn then turned the page.
Jack leaned back, keeping the sensitive testicles in his mouth and putting constant but gentle pressure on the sac. He reached up with one hand and rapidly stroked the tight, stretched skin underneath the balls.
"Now," Daniel warned in a voice so calm and quiet that it sent a twinge of sweet pleasure/pain straight to Jack's own dick.
He released Daniel's balls carefully, covered the weeping cock with his warm, spit-filled mouth, and sucked. Hard. The first pulse caught him by surprise with its force, the second by sheer quantity. He spent the next several minutes sucking and swallowing for all he was worth, noting in some remote part of his mind that Daniel never moved, never made a sound, never gave any indication that there was a porno scene happening under his desk. When Jack was done and could tell that Daniel was about to slip over the fine edge from extreme pleasure into over-sensation, he let the softening cock slip tenderly from his mouth, gave it a final kiss, then tucked everything back away. Daniel dropped his eyes as he watched Jack refasten his pants and give a playful pat to his crotch, the material moving under the invisible hand.
"Can you get up?" Daniel asked quietly.
"With a little work," Jack replied. He was hard as nails and his knees and back were stiff.
Daniel dropped some papers on the floor then knelt down to pick them up. "Let me help."
Jack laughed quietly, gladly accepting the offer of assistance. "Can you meet me in the showers in about twenty minutes?"
Daniel let his hand slide over the groin of his friend as they both stood up. "Well, well, what have we here?"
"I've kinda got a problem I'd like you to give me a hand with."
"Showers, huh?"
"I've already checked. You can't see anything behind the curtains. You just need to lean against the wall like you're tired, and I can fuck your ass nice and deep, just the way you like me to after I give you some head."
Daniel leaned against the desk. "Jesus. Are you going to push every kink button I've got?"
"Hey, how often does an opportunity like this come along?" Jack ran a hand down over Daniel's ass as he moved away. "I'll be in there. You just get in and start showering."
It took Daniel several minutes to get his wits about him. After all, he'd only just had his brains sucked out through his dick a short bit ago. But he needed . . . he *had* to have what Jack was offering him. He felt that one certain feeling, deep up inside, that he only got when he was craving Jack's cock. The burning throb that let him know that he may have already come, but he wasn't finished. Not yet.
He straightened his desk and then strolled to the locker room. As he entered, he saw his locker door was slightly ajar and when he pulled it open, he saw the new tube of lube that Jack had obviously lifted from the infirmary. He placed it in his shaving kit, laid a towel and his robe on the bench and began shedding his clothes. Not knowing if it was a sound, or a scent, or just the presence of Jack he sensed, he took his time, easing his pants down off and over his hips, bending forward to untie the laces of his boots instead of sitting down on the bench as was usual. When he felt the gentle caress along his perineum, he smiled.
Daniel kicked off his boots, stepped out of his pants, and stripped his shirt off. He stood there in nothing but the regulation black t-shirt as he fussed with his shower items. Jack loved to see him like this, undressed from the waist down but still wearing some sort of shirt. He'd laughed when Jack had told him he looked 'more naked' this way. He gave a small scratch to his pubic hair, a leisurely pull or two on his semi-hard cock and then took off his t-shirt. He refused to react when a tongue licked across his chest, wetting his nipples and flicking them to hardened points.
"There's a team coming in," Daniel said, side stepping the wall of body heat in front of him. He took his things and headed to the shower stall on the right. The one with the longest curtain that was farthest from any lighting fixtures. He shoved the plastic sheet aside and felt Jack brush by him. He pulled the curtain, turned on the water, waited until it was warm, then stepped under the stream and into Jack's arms.
Bracing his own hands on the wall, he leaned into Jack's embrace and felt Jack's mouth press down onto his. If anything could be seen through the curtain at all, it would only look like he was stretching out his calf muscles while he lifted his face to the shower.
"Do you know how long I've wanted to do this?" Jack breathed into his mouth.
"No," Daniel replied, almost silent in the hiss of the spray. "Tell me."
"Forever," Jack sighed. "Forever."
Daniel was hard again, his cock straight up against his stomach as he listened to the sounds of the other team getting ready to ship out on a mission. "Fuck me while they're in here," Daniel whispered. "Fuck me in front of them."
Jack pulled Daniel full against him. "Tell me why you want that," he murmured, rubbing himself sinuously against his lover.
"I've always wanted you to claim me in front of others," Daniel confessed, his words barely sounding in Jack's ear. "If we could, I'd have you fuck me on the ramp in the gate room while the whole damned base watched."
Jack trembled with need as he realized that he'd struck some deep chord in Daniel. He stepped around behind Daniel who remained braced against the wall. Jack knelt, pulled the cheeks of Daniel's ass apart and dove in with his tongue. Daniel could only hang on for the ride as Jack rimmed him for long, sensuous minutes. Having to be silent only made it better, made him concentrate harder, made the feeling that much more intense.
Jack dug the lube out of the small shaving kit Daniel had carried in with him. "Not going to be a lot of prep," he warned.
"Don't care," Daniel answered, leaning his forehead onto his crossed arms. He felt Jack place the tube at the entrance to his ass and squirt a liberal amount directly inside before plunging his fingers past the ring. Daniel bit down on his response and, instead, pushed back onto Jack's hand. He reveled in the feeling of being slowly finger fucked before he heard Jack grab up the tube again, pull his fingers out, squirt another dollop of the slick gel into his hand and on his cock.
Jack stepped close, lined up his cock and pushed, slow and steady.
Daniel knew he was tight and he loved feeling the burn; loved it but couldn't voice it. His fingers scratched along the tiles as Jack's cock slid inexorably in until he could feel the soft fuzz of pubic hair against his ass. His hole was complaining and his insides were begging for just a minute - just a minute to adjust.
The laughter and kidding from the SG team sent a jolt through Daniel and he shoved back against Jack's body. Jack took his cue and began rotating his hips, making no sound, not letting their bodies buck and thrust. Jack just pushed, and screwed, and got so high up inside Daniel that the other man was seeing stars.
Jack watched with amazement as Daniel grabbed one of his wrists, brought up the hand, and placed it over his mouth. Jack slammed against him and wrapped his other arm tightly around his waist. Daniel ground against him, his hips working counter to Jack's.
Jack desperately wished the other team would leave because, dammit, he needed to move, needed to fuck, needed to give both he and Daniel what they needed. He leaned forward and whispered, "You're mine, you got that? Mine. No one else's." He punctuated the last with a small thrust of his hips.
When at last the locker room fell silent, Jack shoved Daniel full against the wall, grabbed his hips and leaned against his back. "Don't make a sound," he growled.
Only one small grunt of pleasure escaped when Jack pulled his hips back slightly and then began driving into Daniel.
Daniel felt like he was surrounded by white hot heat and light, all of it centered inside his lower body, shooting out rays of pleasure through him until he was nothing but a mass of nerve endings that could never, would never, get enough of what he was being given.
"Oh my god," Jack panted, "oh my god, oh my god."
Daniel shoved back just as Jack jammed forward and the combined force propelled them both over the edge, Jack slapping his hand back over Daniel's mouth before biting down on Daniel's shoulder to keep himself from screaming.
He wasn't sure how long it took before Jack finally pulled out of his body, but he heard the wooden bench creak when Jack sat down, heard the harsh breathing.
"Clean me up?" Daniel whispered over his shoulder after he'd managed to get his heart rate back to normal. This was one of Jack's favorite things and just because they were on base didn't mean that Daniel was going to take it away from him.
Jack pushed himself from the bench and took up the position they'd been in initially; Daniel leaned his hands against the wall on either side of Jack, yet with his weight full on Jack's chest. Jack's hands moved down over Daniel's ass, pulled aside the cheeks, and then took long minutes washing away the flow of come that now slid from Daniel's body as they enjoyed long, slow kisses.
Daniel leaned his forehead against Jack's shoulder and sighed contentedly as gentle fingers cleaned away any lingering traces of what had gone on. Jack seemed to take a few extra minutes, luxuriating in the soft, yielding flesh, sliding his fingers in and out slowly, letting the water sluice down to wash away the fluids accumulated within.
"I love this," Daniel sighed. "I love you."
"Me too," Jack whispered. "There's something to be said for this invisibility thing."
"No," Daniel said, his voice thick and lethargic. "Can't see you. Can't watch."
"We got to do it on base. In front of other people," Jack pointed out.
"Nice treat," Daniel said slowly. "I want you back."
"Carter will figure it out, don't worry. You okay?"
"Yeah," Daniel chuckled as he stood up and ran his hands over the front of Jack's body. "Gonna find a bunk and take a nap."
Daniel couldn't see the grin that spread over Jack's face, but he could hear it. "There's another one I'll get to scratch off the list - sleep curled up with Daniel on base."
SG-3 didn't know what Daniel was chuckling about as he stepped from the showers in his robe just as they came in from the mission to use the locker room. But it was Daniel - who knew with him anyway, right?
~finis~