Wet
by Jennamajig

SUMMARY: Daniel in a wet T-Shirt. Horny Jack. Inspired by discussion on the AlphaGate yahoo list.
SEASON/SPOILERS: Season 8. No spoilers.

NOTES: This is all Devra's fault, again. Okay, maybe it's mine, too :).

DISCLAIMER: The characters mentioned in this story are the property of Showtime and Gekko Film Corp. The Stargate, SG-I, the Goa'uld and all other characters who have appeared in the series STARGATE SG-1 together with the names, titles and backstory are the sole copyright property of MGM-UA Worldwide Television, Gekko Film Corp, Glassner/Wright Double Secret Productions and Stargate SG-I Prod. Ltd. Partnership. This fanfic is not intended as an infringement upon those rights and solely meant for entertainment. All other characters, the story idea and the story itself are the sole property of the author.

It was rare for Jack O'Neill to arrive home later than his partner. Even with the avalanche of new duties thrust upon him as the SGC's new General, he still got home at least fifteen minutes before Daniel. The archaeologist always claimed he worked better after dark, although Jack wondered exactly how one would tell it was dark since the SGC had no windows and was dark almost all the time anyway. But it was pure Daniel, no rhyme or reason to his methods. They simply got the job done and piled more reports on Jack's desk. Which, of course, weren't anymore interesting than they had been when Jack was a Colonel.

Some things never changed.

Of course, all that being said, Jack, of course, was surprised to see Daniel's car in his driveway when he got home. However, that wasn't what truly surprised him.

Daniel was washing said car.

In a T-shirt.

A white T-shirt.

Which was wet. And clinging.

He thought he might lose it right there in the driver's seat if he'd didn't do something. So, he took a deep breath and tried to will his penis to have some self-control.

Until he got out of car, stuck his tongue down said his wet T-shirted archaeologist's throat and dragged him into the living room that is. Then it could have a field day.

He shut off the ignition and opened the door, sliding across the seat carefully. Daniel seemed oblivious to the fact that he'd pulled his car in inches from his wet body ...

Okay, that was it. He needed Daniel naked and in his house *now*.

Daniel was holding the hose and reaching up to wipe the windshield. Besides the T-Shirt, he was wearing an old pair of jeans that looked like they'd been made for Daniel Jackson to wear them. They must be from the Daniel graduate school archive, because Daniel never wore such a thing now.

With, of course, was the biggest shame ever, as Jack watched the denim stretch over his nice tight ass...

Blood was officially only following to one part of his body now and it sure as hell wasn't his brain.

Daniel lifted the hose again and Jack took advantage of the moment, grabbing the hose from Daniel's hand. He watched the man frown and took the momentary distraction to butt his erection right up against Daniel's denim posterior.

"Washing the car, huh?" He asked Daniel casually.

He saw Daniel swallow. Bingo, he was getting the reaction he'd hoped for. "It was dirty."

Jack glanced over at the car. "I supposed it was." He reached a hand under Daniel's wet shirt. "You're wet."

Daniel wiggled under his touch. "You'll be soon if you don't put down the hose."

He shrugged. "And that would be such a bad thing?" Still under the shirt, he moved his hand around to Daniel's stomach and started heading south. He saw Daniel bite his lip.

"Um, I guess not." Jack hit below the jeans.

"Jack, we're outside," Daniel hissed.

He grinned. "So you want me to stop?"

Daniel made a sound that Jack could only classify as a gurgle.
"No..."

He leaned down. "Good. Because it's your fault wearing that T-Shirt, you know."

"Inside?" Daniel voice was higher then normal. Jack pulled his hand out and started up the front steps.

"Don't forget to shut off the hose."

He'd never seen Daniel move so fast.

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