'Glitch', J/D pre-slash, PG-13

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Early seasons UST.  Beta by tejas.  *smooches in her general direction*  580 words.

GLITCH

Jack rose from one of the logs that made up their little home-away-from-home campsite. He and Daniel had been stranded here on PX1-245 for three days now. Three brief bursts of radio communication from the SGC, carried through three short-lived wormholes, had filled them in on the technical problems back home that had led to the Stargate closing behind Carter and Teal’c before Jack and Daniel had stepped through, and the DHD failing to reconnect.

 

Yeah, they’d had a good ten minutes of heart-stopping dread before that first message came through, when they couldn’t help imagining disasters of all sorts, but it could have been so much worse; nobody was hurt, nobody lost in transit. Carter, luckily, wound up where she was most needed in order to get the problem resolved. And the two of them were left behind on a quiet planet with no hostile natives, no dangerous predators. None so far, anyway. Temperate climate, potable water, MREs as back-up if the fish stopped biting. Quite the nice little vacation, actually.

 

And Jack was about ready to crawl out of his skin. Time had come to scratch a nagging itch, and a little privacy was going to be required. “I’ll be back,” he announced casually.

 

Daniel looked up from his book. “Where’re you going?”

 

“Just takin’ a walk. I won’t be long.”

 

Daniel stuck his bookmark into the open page and said, “I could come with.”

 

“Nah,” Jack said, starting to move away. “Stay put; enjoy your book.”

 

“I wouldn’t mind stretching my legs.”

 

Jack edged further away. “I just need some me-time.” He lifted one shoulder apologetically. Daniel frowned and lowered his head back towards his book. Jack turned away, grimacing.

 

“So, you’re either going to masturbate, or you’re just sick of my company,” Daniel said conversationally.

 

Jack halted in his tracks and turned slowly back towards the campsite. Daniel gave him an entirely innocent look. “Ya know,” Jack finally drawled, “a guy could get sick of the company of somebody who asked too many personal questions.”

 

“I didn’t ask you a question. Did I?” Wide eyes, open face, inquisitively raised eyebrows. Made Jack want to smack him one, because he knew the smirk was there, even if he couldn’t see it.

 

“Listen,” Jack began.

 

Daniel did smirk then. He waved a hand. “Go. Do.” 

 

Jack made a quarter turn towards the direction he’d been heading, and then stopped. And stood.

 

“Jack?”

 

Jack closed his eyes and shook his head.

 

“You look like the donkey who’s trying to choose between two bales of hay,” Daniel chuckled.

 

Jack opened his eyes and rolled them. “You calling me a jackass?”

 

“If the name fits.”

 

And, boy, had that sounded gleeful. Jack turned his head and looked along his shoulder. 

 

Daniel pushed his glasses up his nose and beamed at him, happy as a clam. “Weren’t you going somewhere?”

 

“Well, if I did have an urge,” Jack grumped, “it’s gone now.”

 

Daniel was laughing at him openly as Jack made his way back to his log. Oh, well. Sex wasn’t everything, and Daniel scratched most of Jack’s other itches. Probably just as well Daniel was a married man, though, or Jack might be tempted to try his hand. And he knew that could only lead to disaster. Right?

 

Daniel grinned at him companionably and Jack’s brain and good sense gave up the fight and sank into a fog of slightly horny bliss. He hoped fervently that rescue took a long, long time.