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icarusThe Walls of Jericho - 15 (from part 1 here)
by Icarus
It was first thing in the morning when Jack really appreciated those warm floors. If you got up to take a leak, there was nothing nicer on the bare feet. All they needed was real toilets and a jacuzzi, and these aliens would have clinched the Martha Stewart award.
He pulled the stone door open, only to be blinded by a roomful of lit torches. Steam formed a cloud bank about halfway up from the floor and Jack wafted it away from his face. Standing at the shelf with a full wash basin, vigorously brushing his teeth, was Daniel. Stark naked, unless you counted the towel around his head.
Daniel glanced back at him and spit.
"I wasn't looking," Jack said, looking Daniel up and down. He had thick thighs for a guy, and broad shoulders. But Colorado in the winter did him no good at all: his ass was Ultrabrite white.
"I didn't think you were," Daniel answered. He toweled off his hair, then slung the towel across his shoulders. It was one of those scratchy 'native' ones and Jack winced in sympathy for his abraded skin. "Besides. You've had plenty of chances before now; I doubt it makes any difference."
Well. It was certainly a… unique perspective. Only it did make a difference that he wasn't hiding behind his towel like Olive Oyl knowing… what he knew. Which admittedly wasn't much. But Jack wasn't going to follow the logic of why it made a difference.
Daniel continued to stand there and pulled out his razor. (He did need a shave. Bad.) Jack decided to take the dare and pretend this was the locker room at the SGC. He lined up in front of the toilet (marble hole in the ground; no Martha Stewart points there) and took care off business as Daniel lathered up. He peered over at Daniel, who had ignored him completely.
"Wasn't looking." Jack said it casually.
"Don't care." Daniel answered in the exact same tone.
Jack shook his head, blinking at the strangeness, then fetched his own shaving kit. He stood beside Daniel at the tiny basin in his underwear and washed his face. Daniel edged over slightly. Jack dipped down to rinse off just as Daniel reached to clean his razor.
"Hey!"
"Sorry."
Daniel held up the tiny mirror from his kit and shaved with simple, precise cuts. Once across the left cheek, then rinse with a quick flick. Across the jaw from the ear, rinse. Another tap on the side of the basin. Then the harder corners, under the jaw, near his ear, face stretched in those weird contortions a guy made. Daniel's eyes cut over at him, and Jack's eyebrows flicked up as he remembered to lather up himself.
Nope, this wasn't strange. No shades of bumping around Sarah in the mornings, kissing the top of her head. Or a million different encounters where he was elbow to elbow with some guy, both of them trying to beat the last minutes before check out time. The sweet smell of steam and soap. He could handle this. It was admittedly a little borderline, but fine.
Daniel stretched his neck up like a cat to do under his chin, his skin almost entirely pink and clean. Head to toe. The stroke showed off his tricep to good advantage, and he looked smooth but solid. Meaty, the type that built up easy while Jack had to work his ass off and still stayed stringy. He had a flat stomach and wasn't overbuilt, which always made Jack feel like he was parked next to an M-1 tank. Teal'c looked good, but nope. Not for Jack.
Jack glanced down; he was also clearly one of those guys who just turned blond in the summer.
Jack swallowed and forced his eyes back to shaving. This was not borderline; this was stupid.
He kept his eyes front and center, focused only on his shaving, unwilling to give out that this was not okay. It was exactly what he liked, a guy straight from the showers, freshly washed, shaved, skin pink and warm. Or fresh from a workout -- okay. Stop.
The door on the other side of the room swung open. Daniel scrambled for his towel.
"Oh," Carter averted her eyes. "I'm sorry -- I --"
"Just barge right in, Carter," Jack said, relieved at the interruption.
She stood with her back to them. "I didn't -- you can't knock on these doors."
Jack toweled off his face. "That's alright. It'll make up for all those times I've walked in on you."
"You haven't, sir."
Jack rinsed off his razor. "Not yet."
Part 16 is here.
by Icarus
It was first thing in the morning when Jack really appreciated those warm floors. If you got up to take a leak, there was nothing nicer on the bare feet. All they needed was real toilets and a jacuzzi, and these aliens would have clinched the Martha Stewart award.
He pulled the stone door open, only to be blinded by a roomful of lit torches. Steam formed a cloud bank about halfway up from the floor and Jack wafted it away from his face. Standing at the shelf with a full wash basin, vigorously brushing his teeth, was Daniel. Stark naked, unless you counted the towel around his head.
Daniel glanced back at him and spit.
"I wasn't looking," Jack said, looking Daniel up and down. He had thick thighs for a guy, and broad shoulders. But Colorado in the winter did him no good at all: his ass was Ultrabrite white.
"I didn't think you were," Daniel answered. He toweled off his hair, then slung the towel across his shoulders. It was one of those scratchy 'native' ones and Jack winced in sympathy for his abraded skin. "Besides. You've had plenty of chances before now; I doubt it makes any difference."
Well. It was certainly a… unique perspective. Only it did make a difference that he wasn't hiding behind his towel like Olive Oyl knowing… what he knew. Which admittedly wasn't much. But Jack wasn't going to follow the logic of why it made a difference.
Daniel continued to stand there and pulled out his razor. (He did need a shave. Bad.) Jack decided to take the dare and pretend this was the locker room at the SGC. He lined up in front of the toilet (marble hole in the ground; no Martha Stewart points there) and took care off business as Daniel lathered up. He peered over at Daniel, who had ignored him completely.
"Wasn't looking." Jack said it casually.
"Don't care." Daniel answered in the exact same tone.
Jack shook his head, blinking at the strangeness, then fetched his own shaving kit. He stood beside Daniel at the tiny basin in his underwear and washed his face. Daniel edged over slightly. Jack dipped down to rinse off just as Daniel reached to clean his razor.
"Hey!"
"Sorry."
Daniel held up the tiny mirror from his kit and shaved with simple, precise cuts. Once across the left cheek, then rinse with a quick flick. Across the jaw from the ear, rinse. Another tap on the side of the basin. Then the harder corners, under the jaw, near his ear, face stretched in those weird contortions a guy made. Daniel's eyes cut over at him, and Jack's eyebrows flicked up as he remembered to lather up himself.
Nope, this wasn't strange. No shades of bumping around Sarah in the mornings, kissing the top of her head. Or a million different encounters where he was elbow to elbow with some guy, both of them trying to beat the last minutes before check out time. The sweet smell of steam and soap. He could handle this. It was admittedly a little borderline, but fine.
Daniel stretched his neck up like a cat to do under his chin, his skin almost entirely pink and clean. Head to toe. The stroke showed off his tricep to good advantage, and he looked smooth but solid. Meaty, the type that built up easy while Jack had to work his ass off and still stayed stringy. He had a flat stomach and wasn't overbuilt, which always made Jack feel like he was parked next to an M-1 tank. Teal'c looked good, but nope. Not for Jack.
Jack glanced down; he was also clearly one of those guys who just turned blond in the summer.
Jack swallowed and forced his eyes back to shaving. This was not borderline; this was stupid.
He kept his eyes front and center, focused only on his shaving, unwilling to give out that this was not okay. It was exactly what he liked, a guy straight from the showers, freshly washed, shaved, skin pink and warm. Or fresh from a workout -- okay. Stop.
The door on the other side of the room swung open. Daniel scrambled for his towel.
"Oh," Carter averted her eyes. "I'm sorry -- I --"
"Just barge right in, Carter," Jack said, relieved at the interruption.
She stood with her back to them. "I didn't -- you can't knock on these doors."
Jack toweled off his face. "That's alright. It'll make up for all those times I've walked in on you."
"You haven't, sir."
Jack rinsed off his razor. "Not yet."
Part 16 is here.
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Date: 2005-04-14 12:47 pm (UTC)Jack swallowed and forced his eyes back to shaving. This was not borderline; this was stupid.
Awww. :D