
I just found this while I was doing some tagging, so I thought I might as well post it!
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"Hell-o," Daniel commented when he first saw them, eyebrows raised high.
"What?" Jack said. "Oh, these? Sure, and it's the time of year, Danny Boy, when a young man's fancy turns to thoughts of...."
"Fellatio?"
Sam, padding out of the shower area wrapped in her robe and pink from scrubbing away the mud of PX2-253, froze in her tracks. "What?"
"Look!" Daniel said, pointing.
Jack, never one for modesty, turned to give Sam a good look, smirking.
Sam turned a little bit more pink and snickered. "Hoping to get lucky, sir?"
"I'd be wearing my lucky shamrock shorts then, now wouldn't I?"
"Oh, instead of the incredibly witty briefs?" Daniel questioned. "I mean, come on, Jack. 'Kiss me I'm Irish?'"
"You are not," Teal'c said, coming into the room with a towel slung inadequately around his hips and heading for his locker next to Jack's.
Sam pointed at Jack's underwear wordlessly.
Teal'c bent down to take a closer look.
"Hey, don't take it literally," Jack said, grabbing his shirt and holding it in front of him.
"You wish me to disregard your undergarment?"
"Absolutely. I wish that with all the Irish blood that's in me."
"Then I must respect your wishes," Teal'c said with a small bow and an even smaller smile.
"I appreciate that, T."
Daniel came over to put a hand on Teal'c's shoulder. "He's such a tease," he said in a confidential tone.
Jack's outraged "Hey!" was very nearly lost in the high peal of Sam's laughter, and the low boom of Teal'c's.
Daniel grinned from ear to ear.