5. Although the party wound down early -- Hammond apologized profusely for his headache -- Jack and Daniel had enough time to catch up with their friends, even though they’d been the last to arrive. It was too bad the tickets Daniel had surprised Jack with, turned out to be the same night as Hammond’s retirement party. At least they’d gotten to see the first half of their favorite opera. Their tuxedos were a bit much for the small gathering, but Hammond was so happy to see them both, they were glad they hadn’t taken the time to change.
As they always did when attending a downtown event when Daniel made his semi-monthly visits to Jack in Washington, they were heading into the elevator to go up to their shared hotel room.
Alone in the elevator, Daniel joined Jack, leaning on the back wall, watching the slow change of the floor numbers. A muted Sinatra could be heard from the speakers.
Jack nudged Daniel slightly, asking, “What?”
“Hammond told me, that worrying what I might discover about him and Walter was a constant headache when we were on SG-1.” Daniel grinned, pressing his shoulder warmly against Jack’s. “Then he laughed so hard I was worried for a minute.” Though they were alone, Daniel lowered his voice and spoke softly into Jack’s ear. “Did he tell you that, too? And why?”
Jack snorted. “I told you I saw Hammond with Walter years ago, Daniel, but you didn’t believe me!”
“So? I told you about Teal'c and Mitchell, and you didn’t believe me, either.”
“For cryin’ out loud. You didn’t even know about Carter and that Vala!”
“Give me a break. You were clueless, too. And I always thought Sam had a thing for you.”
“So did I. And I thought Vala liked you.”
“Same here.” Daniel shrugged, his shoulder rubbing against Jack’s. “The one that surprised me most was Paul Davis and Graham Simmons. I didn’t know they even knew each other.”
“What about Jacob and Bra’tac?” Jack shuddered. He pressed his hand against the small of Daniel’s back as they left the elevator. “And Selmak,” he added with another shiver. He put his arm across Daniel’s shoulders as they walked down the carpeted hall to their room.
“What about Jonas? He was with Siler, and then Nyan for a while, too.”
“Quinn was a slut.”
Daniel nodded, opening the hotel room door. “Do you ever think we should have--”
“No.” Jack walked in, pulled at his tie, and began undressing.
“You don’t even know what I was going to say.” Daniel locked the door, kicked off his shoes and undressed to his boxers, while Jack went into the bathroom to get ready for bed.
“You were going to say,” Jack continued, exiting the bathroom and brushing by Daniel, who was on his way in, “we should have known about all of them.” Jack slipped his boxers off, pulled back the bedcovers on the bed closest to the door, and stretched out on the sheets with a groan.
Leaving the bathroom, Daniel slipped off his briefs. He pulled the covers down on the other bed and stopped to wave a hand in the air. “We’ve been totally clueless for years!”
Jack snorted, pulled up his covers and got comfortable. “Not any more.”
“Well, no.” Daniel rearranged his pillow and blankets, and climbed into his bed. “So, what do you want to do tomorrow?”
“There’s a new exhibit at the Smithsonian since you were here last. I think you’ll like it. Let’s do that. Then you can take me out to dinner.”
“’Kay. Sounds good.” Daniel yawned. “’Night, Jack.”
Jack reached out and turned off the light between the beds. “’Night, Daniel.”
“Jack?”
“Daniel?”
“You never thought about it?”
“Nope. You?” Jack could hear Daniel moving, and smiled at the familiar sounds. He knew Daniel had turned onto his side to prop his head up with one hand, while the other waved in the dark.
“Well . . . I’d be lying if I said I’d never thought about. But I never seriously considered it. You just don’t do it for me that way. I like what we have, Jack. I don’t need anything else.”
“Works for me.” He heard Daniel settle back into his pillows. “I love you, Daniel.”
Five headaches SG-1 gave George Hammond... 5
As they always did when attending a downtown event when Daniel made his semi-monthly visits to Jack in Washington, they were heading into the elevator to go up to their shared hotel room.
Alone in the elevator, Daniel joined Jack, leaning on the back wall, watching the slow change of the floor numbers. A muted Sinatra could be heard from the speakers.
Jack nudged Daniel slightly, asking, “What?”
“Hammond told me, that worrying what I might discover about him and Walter was a constant headache when we were on SG-1.” Daniel grinned, pressing his shoulder warmly against Jack’s. “Then he laughed so hard I was worried for a minute.” Though they were alone, Daniel lowered his voice and spoke softly into Jack’s ear. “Did he tell you that, too? And why?”
Jack snorted. “I told you I saw Hammond with Walter years ago, Daniel, but you didn’t believe me!”
“So? I told you about Teal'c and Mitchell, and you didn’t believe me, either.”
“For cryin’ out loud. You didn’t even know about Carter and that Vala!”
“Give me a break. You were clueless, too. And I always thought Sam had a thing for you.”
“So did I. And I thought Vala liked you.”
“Same here.” Daniel shrugged, his shoulder rubbing against Jack’s. “The one that surprised me most was Paul Davis and Graham Simmons. I didn’t know they even knew each other.”
“What about Jacob and Bra’tac?” Jack shuddered. He pressed his hand against the small of Daniel’s back as they left the elevator. “And Selmak,” he added with another shiver. He put his arm across Daniel’s shoulders as they walked down the carpeted hall to their room.
“What about Jonas? He was with Siler, and then Nyan for a while, too.”
“Quinn was a slut.”
Daniel nodded, opening the hotel room door. “Do you ever think we should have--”
“No.” Jack walked in, pulled at his tie, and began undressing.
“You don’t even know what I was going to say.” Daniel locked the door, kicked off his shoes and undressed to his boxers, while Jack went into the bathroom to get ready for bed.
“You were going to say,” Jack continued, exiting the bathroom and brushing by Daniel, who was on his way in, “we should have known about all of them.” Jack slipped his boxers off, pulled back the bedcovers on the bed closest to the door, and stretched out on the sheets with a groan.
Leaving the bathroom, Daniel slipped off his briefs. He pulled the covers down on the other bed and stopped to wave a hand in the air. “We’ve been totally clueless for years!”
Jack snorted, pulled up his covers and got comfortable. “Not any more.”
“Well, no.” Daniel rearranged his pillow and blankets, and climbed into his bed. “So, what do you want to do tomorrow?”
“There’s a new exhibit at the Smithsonian since you were here last. I think you’ll like it. Let’s do that. Then you can take me out to dinner.”
“’Kay. Sounds good.” Daniel yawned. “’Night, Jack.”
Jack reached out and turned off the light between the beds. “’Night, Daniel.”
“Jack?”
“Daniel?”
“You never thought about it?”
“Nope. You?” Jack could hear Daniel moving, and smiled at the familiar sounds. He knew Daniel had turned onto his side to prop his head up with one hand, while the other waved in the dark.
“Well . . . I’d be lying if I said I’d never thought about. But I never seriously considered it. You just don’t do it for me that way. I like what we have, Jack. I don’t need anything else.”
“Works for me.” He heard Daniel settle back into his pillows. “I love you, Daniel.”
“I love you, too, Jack.”