Jack dropped the plates he had retreived while cowering in the cupboards and they crashed rather satisfyingly on the floor as he dove back for cover to clean up the shards.
He could hear Daniel's laughter (not helping) and peeked over to see Sam's slightly puzzled grin, as the story she was telling was certainly not that funny...but she knew boys just laugh at each other when they drop stuff or get kicked in the nuts or something and it must be a "guy" thing. He returned to his task and was nearly finished when there were a pair of loafers in his periferal vision, and then Daniel was crouching down, behind the table to offer his assistance. "Damn it!" Jack swore, cutting his finger on an errant shard, and brought it to his mouth. Daniel's "Did you need any...." was cut off momentarily by the minor accident. As Jack sucked at the injury, the "..help?" was supplied, about an octave lower and accompanied by a look Jack *just* caught before Daniel backed away and made apologetic noises about getting a broom and did he need a bandaid?
"No, thank you Daniel, I think it's all taken care of." Jack replied evenly. He noticed Daniel's back to the kitchen as he fussed around cabinets looking for an unneeded bandaid, then Jack got hit with a clue bus of his own... Daniel was hard. Daniel wasn't just hard, he was so stiff, his pants were tighter in back due to the material being dragged up front! At this point Jack felt like the wolf in the cartoon, ready to pick his jaw up off the floor and fit it back into his face. Daniel. Hard. Because he was - oh - sucking on his hurt finger. This was going to be a really long night.
Finally out of the kitchen and into relatively safer territory, the rounds were made, the presents opened, the cake demolished (black forrest with brandy soaked cherries which Teal'c happily ate around) and the goodbye noises had begun. True to the original plan, Daniel had consumed a healthy amount of the wine provided, and noone thought anything about his decision to crash at the Colonel's for the night.
Thankfully, Jack thought, he really did put away most of that bottle himself, and didn't look ready for anything *but* sleep. Putting truth to that thought, Daniel flopped on the couch and in that miraculous way of his, went out like a light. Keeping in stealth mode, Jack turned out the lights, locked the doors and did a little light prep for the morning's festivities... this was good, this he could wrap his brain around, unlike the sleeping (damn he's really gorgeous like that, isn't he?) man sprawled on his couch...for the time being clueless to the world.
Re: Coffee-snob!Daniel pt2
Jack dropped the plates he had retreived while cowering in the cupboards and they crashed rather satisfyingly on the floor as he dove back for cover to clean up the shards.
He could hear Daniel's laughter (not helping) and peeked over to see Sam's slightly puzzled grin, as the story she was telling was certainly not that funny...but she knew boys just laugh at each other when they drop stuff or get kicked in the nuts or something and it must be a "guy" thing. He returned to his task and was nearly finished when there were a pair of loafers in his periferal vision, and then Daniel was crouching down, behind the table to offer his assistance. "Damn it!" Jack swore, cutting his finger on an errant shard, and brought it to his mouth. Daniel's "Did you need any...." was cut off momentarily by the minor accident. As Jack sucked at the injury, the "..help?" was supplied, about an octave lower and accompanied by a look Jack *just* caught before Daniel backed away and made apologetic noises about getting a broom and did he need a bandaid?
"No, thank you Daniel, I think it's all taken care of." Jack replied evenly. He noticed Daniel's back to the kitchen as he fussed around cabinets looking for an unneeded bandaid, then Jack got hit with a clue bus of his own... Daniel was hard. Daniel wasn't just hard, he was so stiff, his pants were tighter in back due to the material being dragged up front! At this point Jack felt like the wolf in the cartoon, ready to pick his jaw up off the floor and fit it back into his face. Daniel. Hard. Because he was - oh - sucking on his hurt finger. This was going to be a really long night.
Finally out of the kitchen and into relatively safer territory, the rounds were made, the presents opened, the cake demolished (black forrest with brandy soaked cherries which Teal'c happily ate around) and the goodbye noises had begun. True to the original plan, Daniel had consumed a healthy amount of the wine provided, and noone thought anything about his decision to crash at the Colonel's for the night.
Thankfully, Jack thought, he really did put away most of that bottle himself, and didn't look ready for anything *but* sleep. Putting truth to that thought, Daniel flopped on the couch and in that miraculous way of his, went out like a light. Keeping in stealth mode, Jack turned out the lights, locked the doors and did a little light prep for the morning's festivities... this was good, this he could wrap his brain around, unlike the sleeping (damn he's really gorgeous like that, isn't he?) man sprawled on his couch...for the time being clueless to the world.
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