Friday Night Fic Challenge #3 –
by elfin
Linguist in leather? Colonel in crisis!
The first symptom was losing the ability to talk. Speechless.
Utterly. Me!
The second was a definite increase in my usually sedate pulse. I’m
Black Ops trained, for heaven’s sake! There I was, standing absolutely
still with my heart was like a hammer in my chest.
The Third. Sweaty palms. I’d always believe that was an expression,
a metaphor of some kind. When you spend your life with a gun in your
hands, you don’t get sweaty palms. But at that moment I wouldn’t have
dared pick up my trusted P-90 for fear of dropping it.
Next, finally, thank god, was apparently the look on my face. ‘Mouth
open, tongue hanging out, gagging for it,’ Carter had told me later.
‘Stunned by the sight of DanielJackson,’ Teal’c had been kinder.
Not just by the sight of DanielJackson. But of Daniel – my Daniel,
my innocent, sweet archaeologist with that lopsided smile, those big blue
eyes so wide with the excitement of exploration – Dr Daniel Jackson, wearing
leather.
He was more a pressed trousers and plaid shirt man. Later, jeans and
a warm, hooded top that he seemed to wear whenever he wasn’t in his planet-side
blues or off-world greens.
Not leather. Not like this. He’d once borrowed my leather jacket
and I’d admired him in it.
Nothing like this.
His shirt was a dark brown leather which clung to his chest where he had
the fastenings done up. Where he didn’t, his smooth skin glistened with
sweat. I wanted to go to him and lick that moisture off him with long
laps of my tongue.
The shirt looked to be of a soft leather, soft to the touch, moulded to
him so that his slim yet now muscular body would ripple under my fingers
if I ran my hands down his arms, over his chest.
The first and last two fastenings of the shirt were undone. He wore
it over skin-tight black leather trousers.
I mean skin-tight. He didn’t pull those on, they were stitched up
around him. Where the bottom of his shirt fell open on his hips, the
black leather hugged the bulge at his groin.
My hand ached to do the same.
I raked my gaze down those long legs - muscular thighs that I imagined wrapped
around my waist - all the way down to narrow, bare feet.
I’d never had the urge to suck on toes before.
Panic was setting in. My heart was beating faster, and I was glad
for the one-size-too-big shirt I’d thrown on after my shower.
The mere sight of my friend dressed like that made me hard enough, but the
ideas going through my mind were making me so hot my skin was prickling under
my clothes.
Raising his eyebrows once, he smiled. Then turned.
My hands reached out of their own accord. I swear!
I’d never been jealous of pants before.
The leather hugged his tight, firm butt like I’d been fantasising about
doing for months.
I was staring, I knew, but I couldn’t stop! Why the hell was he dressed
like this? Who was he anyway? Not my Daniel, that was for sure.
My Daniel wouldn’t ever even consider… he wouldn’t even own clothes like that!
Heart racing faster, I tried to speak, although I had no idea what I was
going to say. Thirty seconds later I still had no idea.
“Jack?”
I think I squeaked.
He smiled again, looking at me over his shoulder. “Coming?”
“Any minute now….”
fin
elfin