Mission Date by Nessessitee

“So you see where this is going?” Doctor Daniel Jackson was concentrating on the writings discovered on the altar within the abandoned cargo ship that SG-1 had located during their latest mission. He was unaware that the rest of the team, Major Samantha Carter and the Jaffa named Teal’c, were off in another part of the ship, looking for signs of life or weapons themselves, leaving the preoccupied archaeologist with the easily distracted Colonel Jack O’Neill, leader of the team SG-1.

“Jack?” He asked as he turned towards the man slouched against the wall, looking as disinterested as he would be if his favorite Hockey team, the Wilds, were not winning their game. With a roll of his eyes, the colonel stepped away from the wall and over to where Daniel was enthralled by the writings.

“See this part here?” the archaeologist babbled on again, waving a hand in the general direction of the altar, unaware that the close proximity had aroused Jack O’Neill’s interest – but the item of interest was definitely not the writings. “From what I know..”

Daniel’s sentence ceased the moment the tip of Jack’s nose touched his ear. He did a double-take then looked away, trying to remain casual as he asked, “What are you doing?”

Jack obviously didn’t care for casual. The tip nudged again. “Are you wearing my aftershave?”

“Me?” Daniel did another double-take. “No. You know full well that I didn’t get the chance *to* shave this morning.” He blinked quickly then furrowed his brow in an effort to concentrate on the altar. “Anyway, as I was saying, I think this is some sort of Rules List. The dos and don’ts of the ancient…” He paused, mid-breath, as Jack purred softly into his ear. The long eyelashes fluttered as Daniel fought valiantly to regain his thoughts.

Aware he was stealing the blood from his lover’s brain to other parts of his body with his playfulness, Jack prompted him to continue his sermon. “Ancient..?”

"Huh? Oh..” Daniel coughed, leaned away from the tantalizing touches and pretended to concentrate on the writings again. Despite his best efforts, he stammered as he said, “The writings of the ancient.. Jack!” He snapped his head to look at the man beside him, who had purposefully blown into his ear this time.

Jack’s scarred brow arched in pretend interest. “Ancient Jacks? I didn’t realize we had a language unto ourselves, Daniel.”

Hissing cautiously, Daniel’s gaze darted around the room. “Jack, we’re on a mission!”

Casting his eyes around the place Jack replied casually, “Oh, is that where we are. I thought you’d redecorated your apartment. I was going to say that it doesn’t go with your eyes… Your .. gorgeous.. blue eyes..” he murmured the last, nibbling tenderly on the tip and folds of the younger man’s ear.

Daniel was usually like putty in his hands whenever Jack did that but today the man was resolute. He jerked away, but didn’t actually move from where the solid body pressed against his back, butt and thigh. “Jack,” he hissed. “We can’t be caught-”

“I sent the others to the other end of the ship. They’ll be gone for *ages*,” Jack whispered, nudging his nose against Daniel’s ear again.

Daniel stared ahead, unable to allow himself to give in to his wanton lover but when the tongue was employed he found his resistance vanish in the warm swirls of the wet slick muscle.

“Know what I’d like to do on that altar?” Jack murmured.

“It’s. ah.. crossed my mind..” Daniel shivered as tendrils of desire edged along his spine.

“Anywhere in that rules list state that you can’t fuck on the thing?”

Daniel twisted to meet Jack’s eyes. “I think that’s in *your* rule books, *Colonel*.”

A smile tweaked at the corner of Jack’s mouth. “Colonel? Wanna play that game now, Danny?”

Daniel fluttered his lashes in pretend annoyance. “If you think you’re going to get me all worked up just so that you can pretend nothing’s going on the second Sam and Teal’c are back.. Jack.. leave my glasses where they are..” He protested as the older man slipped the frames off his face then he squeaked as he was lifted, under the arms, onto the altar effortlessly. “JACK!” He edged back as the colonel stood between his legs where they dangled over the side. They were at a fiery standoff when the crackle of the two-way radio disturbed them. “Sir? Daniel? Are you there?”

Jack rolled his eyes, held a finger up at the man reclining onto outstretched arms on the altar and stepped back to the wall, snapping up his radio from the pack on the ground. “Carter, what is it?”

“Sir, we’ve just reached the far end of the ship. The place is huge. Teal’c’s just opening the door now. Oh God! Sir, you can’t imagine how big this is. Is Daniel there?”

Jack slotted his eyes towards the man. “He’s checking out the altar, Carter.”

“Sir, the two of you need to see this!” Her voice held complete awe – like the kind reserved for really monumental discoveries, the kind that would fascinate his anthropuppy. Jack rolled his eyes; he could well imagine that Daniel was already off the altar and half-way along the corridor the others had left by forty-five minutes ago. Without hiding his disappointment he replied, “We’ll be there, Carter..” as he twisted back towards the altar.

He was surprised to see that he’d been wrong. Instead of being gone, Daniel was now reclining all the way back over the altar; onto one elbow, one knee bent up with his boot hooked over the edge of the stone slab. He wore a sweet smile on his face. Jack held the blue-eyed gaze as he reported into the radio, “We’ve got a few things to do here and we’ll be right with you. Wait for us there, Carter. Understood?”

“Understood, sir,” Carter said, her voice still excited. There was a deep rumble of Teal’c’s voice in the background and Sam replied to him, “The colonel said they are going to come here as soon as they can. About an hour, wouldn’t you say, Sir?”

Jack suddenly realized she was addressing him again so he answered. Never taking his eyes off Daniel he said, “Sure, Carter. An hour will do it.” The man on the altar smiled invitingly at him.

“Carter out.”

Jack turned down the radio and laid it on the pile against the wall again. He crossed the room to where his lover laid in wait for him, smiling as he stepped between the knees once more. Placing his hands onto each of Daniel’s thighs Jack said, “Ready to make an offering to the Ancient Jacks?”

Daniel smirked as he sat up once again, and carefully lifted Jack’s cap from his head. “You bet,” he whispered, dropping the hat beside him and next to his glasses as he leaned back to make room for Jack to climb on top of him.

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