SG-1 FIC: Compromising Positions (Jack/Daniel, NC-17)
Title: Compromising Positions
Author: malnpudl
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Length: ~2500 words
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters belong to MGM, Double Secret, Gekko, and others who aren't me. No copyright infringement is intended. This is just for fun, not for profit.
Feedback: Is most welcome. Concrit, too.

Notes: This started out as the first half of something that didn't work out, so I tweaked it and ended up with this standalone bit of light-hearted, porny cliché fic. Thanks to the folks who saw an earlier draft of this story and offered encouragement.

"Gets old, doesn't it?"

"Which part? The getting drugged, the kidnapping, the public nudity, the general mortification?"

"Uh, yeah. Those would definitely be on the list."

* * *

Jack took one look inside the room and spun on his heel.

"Carter, Teal'c. Outside. Now."

"What is it, O'Neill?"

"Daniel's in there. He's okay – he looks fine, but he… let's just say I think he'd be a little embarrassed to be seen this way."

"Sir?"

"He's just… slightly naked, is all. And, uh, kinda tied up. You guys wait out here; I'll go in there and get him."

Jack took Daniel's pack from Teal'c and stepped into the room.

"Took you long enough to find me, Jack."

Jack put down his P-90 and shrugged off his own pack and tossed it and Daniel's on the floor. He assessed the situation, trying not to notice anything he shouldn't, which was a little difficult under the circumstances. Daniel was standing naked and spread-eagled against a convexly curved and ornately decorated wall. Sturdy golden cords bound him snugly to inset hooks in the wall at his wrists and ankles, and there were narrow gold metal straps around his neck and upper thighs. The position threw Daniel's chest and belly into prominence and emphasized the muscles in his arms. Floodlights were aimed at him from all directions, bathing his naked body in a warm, golden glow, their beams converging on his genitals, which were already prominently displayed due to the gentle curvature of the wall.

Jack had never noticed how good Daniel looked naked. He really didn't want to be noticing it now. Especially because parts of Daniel appeared to be enjoying the situation.

After very brief consideration, Jack chose denial as his best course of action. He drew his knife and stepped forward. "Sorry, Daniel. Took us a while to realize you weren't just tied up in extended negotiations."

Daniel winced. "Did you really have to say 'tied up'?"

"Oops." Jack pulled his knife and tested it on the cord at Daniel's left wrist. "You okay?"

"Just peachy."

"They didn't…?"

"No. They didn't. They just drugged me enough to make me too dopey to resist effectively while they brought me here and stripped me and strapped me in and then went through a long ritual that would've been fascinating under other circumstances. Interesting mythology, lots of nice music and chanting. I just would've preferred not to be the star attraction."

"Gets old, doesn't it?"

"Which part? The getting drugged, the kidnapping, the public nudity, the general mortification?"

"Uh, yeah. Those would definitely be on the list." The cord finally separated under Jack's knife. He immediately grabbed Daniel's arm and supported it, knowing the muscles and joints would be painfully stiff. "Take it easy, Daniel. This is gonna hurt," he warned as he started to slowly lower the arm.

"Ow. Thanks, Jack. Ow, shit. Ah! Slower!"

Jack stopped and supported Daniel's arm at the elbow while he massaged the muscles for a minute or two. "Better?"

"Yeah, thanks. Try again."

This time they managed to lower Daniel's arm to his side, during which Jack made the mistake of glancing down and noticing that Daniel appeared very happy with the proceedings. Or at least parts of him were.

"Everything okay in there, sir?" Carter called from outside.

"Fine," Jack called back.

"Need any help with anything?" she asked.

"No!" Jack and Daniel shouted in unison.

Jack managed not to look at anything but Daniel's right arm while working to cut the cord binding his right wrist, and a few minutes later both of Daniel's arms were free and reasonably comfortable.

"Guess your ankles are next," Jack mumbled and knelt in front of Daniel where his position made continued denial a problem as Daniel's penis twitched enthusiastically in his direction. "Um, Daniel?"

"Jack?"

"Will you stop pointing that thing at me?"

"Uh, I've been trying, but I don't seem to be in control."

Jack thought. "The drugs?"

"Um, no, 'fraid not. I didn't have this problem until you got here."

"Okay, now that's weird."

"Can I help it if I'm a little kinky?"

"Jesus, Daniel!"

"Well, you are pretty hot, you know."

Jack looked up at Daniel. "You think I'm hot?" He caught himself and shook his head. "Just… stop it. That's an order."

Daniel snorted derisively. "Since when have I followed your orders, Jack?"

"I thought maybe that was part of the kink."

"Guess I'm not that kinky."

"Stop it please?"

"Um… it seems to really like you in that position."

"Dammit, Daniel!" Jack was disturbed to find his own cock expressing interest in that statement. "Shut up! Just shut up and let me get you out of this."

Daniel shut up.

It didn't take long to free Daniel's ankles, but his legs and hips cramped badly when he tried to move them. "Ow! Fuck! Jack!"

Jack found himself kneeling in front of Daniel and firmly, almost frantically massaging his thighs and buttocks. "Better?"

"Not yet," Daniel grated through clenched teeth while his erect penis bobbed in Jack's face.

Jack kneaded some more. "Better now?"

"Don't stop," Daniel moaned, his cock throbbing enthusiastically.

"Goddammit, Daniel!" Jack pushed himself vigorously away and landed sprawled on his ass.

"Everything all right?" came Carter's voice from outside.

"Fine!" Jack snarled back. "Go… do a perimeter check or something."

"Yes, sir," she called.

"Do you require any assistance, O'Neill? Daniel Jackson?"

"No, Teal'c," Daniel called, "we're fine. It's just taking a little while to get me cut loose."

Jack stood and dusted off his ass. "All right, let's deal with those metal straps. Did you notice how they fastened them to the wall?"

"I'm not sure. I was still kinda out of it at that point." Daniel tried to look down at his genitals, but was constrained by the strap around his neck. "But it, uh, seemed to take them a little longer than I would've liked. I think they might've been screwing."

"What?"

"With screwdrivers, Jack. Into the wall."

"Oh." Jack stepped close to Daniel and peered at the strap around his neck. "This side looks like it's permanently attached; there's a hinge… nope, can't get the pin out. Lemme check… yeah, the other side has a screw. Hang on." He dug into his pack and pulled out his Leatherman, unfolded the screwdriver blade, and went to work, trying not to be aware of Daniel's hot breath in his ear, not to mention the stirring it caused in his own BDUs. It was a long screw, giving him entirely too much time to argue with his dick, which appeared to be getting ideas from Daniel's, but finally the screw dropped to the floor. Jack swung the strap aside, freeing Daniel's neck, and gratefully took a step back, belatedly turning away to hide the incipient swelling in his pants.

"Thanks, Jack," Daniel said, rubbing his neck with both hands. "That feels better."

"Thought you liked being tied up," Jack sniped, then winced at his own stupidity. "Pretend I didn't say that, okay?"

Daniel smirked at him. "Ready to tackle the other ones?"

Jack looked down at the remaining straps. They were snugged up in the creases where Daniel's thighs met his groin and were partially obscured by his balls, but not by his cock, which still stood happily at attention. "Oh, boy. I don't suppose you can reach those yourself."

Daniel reached down and groped himself, nearly overbalancing and falling forward in the attempt. "No, I don't think so."

Jack sighed. "And naturally they didn't put the screws on the outsides."

"Um, no."

"Shit." Jack knelt again, putting him face to face with Daniel's dick. "I can't tell you how much I don't want to be doing this."

"Gee, that's not what it looked like a minute ago."

"Shut up, Daniel."

Daniel did, but only briefly. As soon as Jack gingerly touched his balls, lifting them gently as he tried to see past them to the screws, Daniel made a small, strangled noise. Jack's cock throbbed in sympathy.

"I said shut up, Daniel."

"I'm sorry. I'm trying. I really mean it this time. It's just…" He gasped when Jack touched him again. "Oh, Jesus, that feels so damn good, Jack."

Jack's cock was at full salute now. He clenched his jaw. There was nothing left but to dive in and get it over with as quickly as possible. Giving up on delicacy, he stuck his face right up under Daniel's balls and reached in with both hands, feeling for the screws.

"Jesus, Jack!"

Jack's cock felt as hard as Daniel's looked. "Teal'c!" he shouted.

"Yes, O'Neill." They heard his footsteps approaching.

"Don't come in here!" Jack yelled. "Go check on Carter."

"I do not believe that Major Carter requires assistance."

"I don't care! Go anyway. Just… just go. Somewhere. Else. Wait for us there; we'll find you."

"Daniel Jackson? Is everything all right?"

"We're fine," Daniel called, his voice an octave higher than normal. "Just do what Jack says."

"Very well." Teal'c's footsteps slowly receded and Jack breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what happened, at least now they wouldn't have witnesses.

"Jack, please," Daniel begged, thrusting into Jack's hands.

Jack wasn't sure exactly what he was begging for, and no way in hell was he going to ask. He stuck his face back under Daniel's crotch and gently manipulated his balls, trying to get a good look at the screws. Daniel whimpered. Jack's cock liked hearing it. So did Jack. Jack wanted to make Daniel whimper again. He backed away and reached for his pack and the shreds of his composure. "Need a flashlight," he mumbled."

"Okay," Daniel breathed. "Hurry."

His back to Daniel while he fumbled in his pack, Jack shut his eyes and tried to tell himself that he wasn't getting off on this every bit as much as Daniel was. It didn't work. Jack wasn't bad at lying to himself when he needed to, but he needed a long running start at it. This kind of self-deception sprint was not his forte. Sighing, he adjusted his erection more comfortably in his pants and turned to face Daniel and the truth.

"Jesus, Jack. That's… impressive."

Jack knelt in front of Daniel again and looked up at him. "Yours isn't bad, either," he said, and reached for Daniel's balls again and cupped them gently, still holding his gaze.

"Oh, God, Jack," Daniel whispered, his eyes wide. "Oh, God!"

"Yeah," Jack said. "I know. Me, too, apparently." He picked up his Leatherman and carefully reached between Daniel's legs. "Now let's get you out of here, okay?"

"Yes. God, yes. Please."

"Just try not to move if you can help it. I don't want to hurt you."

"Okay, Jack. Oh, God, Jack. Ohhhh…"

Jack worked as quickly as he could, but it was difficult with heat coursing through him and his own hard-on throbbing in rhythm with the one in front of his face. Jack's hands trembled slightly; so did Daniel's legs. Jack got one screw out. Daniel whimpered again. Jack wanted to rub his face in Daniel's balls. He wanted to take Daniel's dick in his mouth and suck it until Daniel screamed.

"Jack, stop." Daniel grabbed Jack's head in both hands and pushed him away. "It's too much… I'm gonna…"

"Don't you dare come in my face, Daniel!" But even as he said it, Jack wanted to take it back, and he knew Daniel could see it in his eyes.

"Oh, Jesus, Jack," Daniel panted. "God… just… just give me a second, okay?"

It was all Jack could do not to reach for him and bring him off. Instead, he sat back on his haunches and nodded. He took a deep breath and tried to calm the trembling in his hands.

"Okay," Daniel said after a minute. "Go ahead."

With difficulty, Jack focused on his task, and soon the second screw was out. He grabbed both the metal bands and carefully swung them aside, freeing Daniel's legs, then shoved himself away hard before he lost the last of his restraint and reached for Daniel's cock.

Daniel was panting like he'd run a mile. "Thanks, Jack."

Jack stood and tossed Daniel's pack at his feet. "Get dressed."

Daniel looked down at his erection, which had turned a florid purple. "I really don't think I can just yet." He looked back up at Jack, then down at Jack's crotch. "We could always… do something about the problem." He reached down and cupped his balls in one hand and started slowly stroking his cock with the other.

Jack thought he might come in his pants. He quickly unzipped and shoved his pants and shorts down a few inches, freeing his swollen cock. His eyes locked on Daniel's groin, he took himself in hand and matched Daniel's rhythm, stroke for stroke.

Daniel reached up with his left hand and rolled one of his nipples between his fingers. He moaned and arched into his own touch.

Jack's breathing quickened. "Jesus, Daniel."

"Yeah, Jack. Oh, God, yes."

"Wish it was your hand on my dick."

"Jack!" Daniel cried, his hand suddenly whipping his cock at frenzied speed.

Jack was setting his own speed record; he felt his orgasm coming at him like a runaway train. "Oh, fuck! God, Daniel, gonna…"

"Now, Jack!" Daniel's semen shot out from his cock in great spurts.

Jack's orgasm slammed into him and he came with a choked growl, pumping hard at his cock and milking out the last drops until he was weak and shuddering. Still breathing hard, he bent over and rested his hands on his thighs. When he could speak again he looked up and cocked an eyebrow at Daniel. "So when did you turn gay?"

"Gay?" Daniel said indignantly. "Who's gay? I've never had sex with a man. Until today I've never wanted to have sex with a man. Never even thought about having sex with a man."

"Me neither."

"So we're not gay, then. Neither of us."

"No."

"Just so we're clear."

"Right. Not gay."

"Except…" Daniel said as he retrieved his clothes and boots from where they'd been neatly stacked in the corner of the room, "I'm already wondering when we can do that again."

Jack felt heat rush through him again. It was too soon for his dick to respond again, but apparently not too soon for his libido to sit up and beg. "Shit."

"You, too?"

"Me, too."

"Shit." Dressed now, Daniel sat down on the floor to pull on his socks and boots.

"This isn't over, Daniel. We gotta figure this thing out, but not now. For now we shut up and make like nothing ever happened–"

"Which it didn't, really."

"Right. Not really. So we go back to Earth and you come over to my place tonight and we'll figure this thing out."

"Eight o'clock?"

"Eight's good. Bring beer."

"Beer, right." Daniel shouldered his pack. "Um… Jack?"

"Ah!" Jack interrupted. "Tonight, Daniel. Until then, I don't wanna hear another word about this… thing."

"That didn't happen."

"Right."

"'Cause we're straight."

"Right."

Jack picked up his pack and they headed out to find Carter and Teal'c.

"Daniel?"

"Jack?"

"Tonight?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't be late."


~ fin ~