thegrrrl2002 | Birthday Girl!

It's

destina's birthday! Happy birthday, you sweet thing, you! I hope your birthday is lovely and filled with marvelous things. In honor of this prestigious day, I offer up a snippet, not really porny, wherein I beat a simple idea into the ground. It's called "The Meaning of Life"

"Well, what's it say?" Jack asked, waving his hand at the white marble slab. ""Meaning of life stuff", or what?" He personally was rooting for "here lie big stinkin' guns that will shoot down a Goa'uld mothership".

Daniel touched his fingertips to the slab. His brows came together, his forehead wrinkling. "Definitely 'meaning of life stuff'".

Jack stood closer, drawn by Daniel's thoughtful tone, by the way his fingers lingered over the carvings. "Really?"

"Absolutely," Daniel said, nodding. "See, this part right here? It says that I should bend you over this table and--"

"Very funny, Daniel." Jack didn't find it very funny at all. Not after five exceedingly uneventful days of exploring the temple ruins. Five days of watching Daniel, with no distractions whatsoever.

"No really, this part right here," Daniel pointed to one set of marks, "describes how beautiful your ass is, and how it really needs--"

"That's enough," Jack said sharply. He really didn't need to spend the rest of the day with his dick standing up and begging.

Daniel edged closer to him, his hip bumping against Jack's hip, standing close enough to breathe on Jack's neck. "You are very cranky when you're not getting laid, you know that?"

Daniel's voice was reminiscent of the nights they laid together, completed and breathless, sharing a pillow with faces nearly touching. Nights when Daniel would explain to him exactly what he planned on doing next. Explain in such explicit detail that even though exhausted, Jack would find himself reaching for Daniel, again and again, until yet another night was past.

"It took you how many years to figure that out?" Without turning his head, Jack let his arm dangle at his side, then slowly moved it to cup Daniel's groin. Yup, there it was, Daniel's cock, hard and inviting. Jack squeezed and was gratified to hear a soft hiss.

"Too many," Daniel answered, placing his hand over Jack's.

"Yeah, well, we both, you know. Slow. Gun-shy." Jack slid his hand away, staring all the while at the marble slab. Because if he so much as glanced at Daniel, he'd end up doing something completely inappropriate, like hugging or kissing him. Or licking the sweat from his belly. "So, really, we're talking meaning of life here?" he asked, tapping the slab.

"I was," Daniel said quietly.

And Jack had to kiss him after all, right there in the middle of the ruins of whatever the hell the planet was called.