Happy Birthday Stagnation13!
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lilyleia78Title: Untitled backyard fic
Fandom: SG-1
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Genre: humor, domestic
Warnings: horrible, horrible farming jokes. No, really, please don't judge me.
Word Count: >500
Summary: Daniel wants a garden: Jack has a horrible, horrible sense of humor.
Note: Happy birthdaystagnation13! It's after midnight in my neck of the woods anyway. Here's that backyard fic we talked about last summer. It has no title b/c you know how I feel about those and it's nearly one in the morning and I'm tired, darn it. And please forgive the truly appalling farming jokes. It's late, I'm tired, and I hope you're just goofy enough to enjoy them. I love you.
Backyard Silliness
"I'm thinking of starting a vegetable garden." Daniel said apropos of nothing as he waved the hand not holding his beer in a gesture that encompassed the back left corner of Jack's backyard.
He was standing on the deck almost directly in front of Jack's lounge chair, and Jack studied the long lean lines of Daniel's back before surveying the spot thoughtfully. He could see it very well from his favorite outdoor chair and he could imagine watching Daniel working in the garden, the sun beating down on his back as sweat drenched his white shirt. Or no, maybe Daniel would have to ditch the shirt altogether: that'd be even better. Jack would have to carefully apply sun block to every inch of exposed skin and maybe some of the bits that would remain hidden as well - just to be thorough. "That's a great idea." And after hours of playing in the dirt, Daniel would be a dirty, dirty boy and Jack'd have to either hose him off or, better yet, take him inside and put him in a shower…
"Yeah? You want one?" Daniel asked, his mildly surprised tone snapping Jack back from his daydreams.
"Sure, I'll even help," Jack offered with naughty grin that was entirely lost on the back of Daniel's head. But then Daniel turned around to face Jack with a happy smile that almost made Jack feel bad about what he was going to say next. "Then I can tell everyone people that I can't come to the phone because I'm busy plowing your back field."
Daniel groaned. "That's horrible Jack."
"What's horrible about it? You think people don't already know I'm plowing your back field?" Jack himself thought it'd be a hard thing to miss what with the racket Daniel made in their bed nearly every night.
"Stop it right now. One more farming joke and you're sleeping out here tonight."
Jack drew back in faux alarm. "A decorated officer like me, forced outside by the cruel whims of a younger man? What would the neighbors say?"
Daniel rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. "That you're an ass with a terrible sense of humor who doesn't deserve me."
“Fine,” Jack grumbled, “I knew you just laughed at my jokes to get laid.”
Daniel crossed the few steps between them and set his beer carefully on the ground before laying himself full length on top of Jack.
"Oye, get off me. You weigh a ton." But Jack had already wrapped his arms around the body pressing him into the limited cushioning of the chair beneath them, and Daniel ignored him.
"Jack?" Daniel sounded exasperated but affectionate. It was a feeling Jack knew well.
"Daniel."
Daniel rolled his eyes again and sighed wearily. "If you shut up now and come to bed, I'll help you practice your seed sowing."
Jack grinned widely. He was a terrible influence, but who was he to pass up an offer like that?
Fandom: SG-1
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Genre: humor, domestic
Warnings: horrible, horrible farming jokes. No, really, please don't judge me.
Word Count: >500
Summary: Daniel wants a garden: Jack has a horrible, horrible sense of humor.
Note: Happy birthday
stagnation13! It's after midnight in my neck of the woods anyway. Here's that backyard fic we talked about last summer. It has no title b/c you know how I feel about those and it's nearly one in the morning and I'm tired, darn it. And please forgive the truly appalling farming jokes. It's late, I'm tired, and I hope you're just goofy enough to enjoy them. I love you.Backyard Silliness
"I'm thinking of starting a vegetable garden." Daniel said apropos of nothing as he waved the hand not holding his beer in a gesture that encompassed the back left corner of Jack's backyard.
He was standing on the deck almost directly in front of Jack's lounge chair, and Jack studied the long lean lines of Daniel's back before surveying the spot thoughtfully. He could see it very well from his favorite outdoor chair and he could imagine watching Daniel working in the garden, the sun beating down on his back as sweat drenched his white shirt. Or no, maybe Daniel would have to ditch the shirt altogether: that'd be even better. Jack would have to carefully apply sun block to every inch of exposed skin and maybe some of the bits that would remain hidden as well - just to be thorough. "That's a great idea." And after hours of playing in the dirt, Daniel would be a dirty, dirty boy and Jack'd have to either hose him off or, better yet, take him inside and put him in a shower…
"Yeah? You want one?" Daniel asked, his mildly surprised tone snapping Jack back from his daydreams.
"Sure, I'll even help," Jack offered with naughty grin that was entirely lost on the back of Daniel's head. But then Daniel turned around to face Jack with a happy smile that almost made Jack feel bad about what he was going to say next. "Then I can tell everyone people that I can't come to the phone because I'm busy plowing your back field."
Daniel groaned. "That's horrible Jack."
"What's horrible about it? You think people don't already know I'm plowing your back field?" Jack himself thought it'd be a hard thing to miss what with the racket Daniel made in their bed nearly every night.
"Stop it right now. One more farming joke and you're sleeping out here tonight."
Jack drew back in faux alarm. "A decorated officer like me, forced outside by the cruel whims of a younger man? What would the neighbors say?"
Daniel rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. "That you're an ass with a terrible sense of humor who doesn't deserve me."
“Fine,” Jack grumbled, “I knew you just laughed at my jokes to get laid.”
Daniel crossed the few steps between them and set his beer carefully on the ground before laying himself full length on top of Jack.
"Oye, get off me. You weigh a ton." But Jack had already wrapped his arms around the body pressing him into the limited cushioning of the chair beneath them, and Daniel ignored him.
"Jack?" Daniel sounded exasperated but affectionate. It was a feeling Jack knew well.
"Daniel."
Daniel rolled his eyes again and sighed wearily. "If you shut up now and come to bed, I'll help you practice your seed sowing."
Jack grinned widely. He was a terrible influence, but who was he to pass up an offer like that?
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Date: 2010-07-19 07:13 am (UTC)I love you. You know this.
I am going to make you a sign that says "LILY MUST STAY AWAY FROM THE COMPUTER WHEN SHE'S TIRED".
I am going to plaster this EVERYWHERE. I LOVE IT!
::SMOOCHES:
Thanks for the birthday greetings, dear.
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