Jack grumbled at the knock and paused the tape. Still muttering under his breath, the colonel sauntered to his door and opened it. He raised an eyebrow at his visitor and the scowl changed to a grin. "Night falls and he appears. Come to serenade me?"
"You really don't want to hear me sing," Daniel replied, presenting Jack a six-pack. "Sorry for not calling."
"No problem," Jack said, adding, "The beer more than makes up for it."
Jack stepped aside to let Daniel in, continued into the kitchen, and slid the six-pack into the refrigerator. Casually, Jack asked, "So why're you here?"
"I was bored," Daniel answered. Jack turned, affronted.
"That's my line," the older man protested. "Besides, you were in the middle of a 'lengthy translation' when I left."
"It wasn't so lengthy?" Daniel said, a question mark tacked on the end.
"Tell me another," Jack snorted, and motioned for Daniel to precede him into the living room.
"I wanted to take a break," Daniel said defensively. "Is anything wrong with that?"
Jack picked up the beer he'd left on the coffee table and tipped it at Daniel. "For you, yes."
Daniel looked dangerously close to pouting when he finally confessed, "Hammond threw me out of the mountain when Janet threatened to sedate me."
"That's more like it," Jack said with a smirk. "Well, I was in the middle of a Buffython. Want to join me?"
Now Daniel's eyebrows rose. "Well, not like I have anything better to do. I'm banned for the rest of today and all of tomorrow."
"Make yourself comfortable," Jack offered. Daniel took a seat, and Jack unpaused the tape.
Throughout the episode--which involved lots of singing and dancing and angst--Daniel caught little, unreadable looks thrown his way when Jack thought he wasn't looking. He wasn't sure what they were about, so he didn't say anything. When the episode ended on that pretty steamy kiss (he now understood what those crappy romance novels meant when they said that the kissers devoured each other), he looked at Jack, and was surprised to find the colonel staring right back at him.
"Interesting episode," Daniel said. Jack made a sound low in his throat, more growl than agreement. Then he leaned in. Daniel froze when Jack's lips brushed over his own. Then Jack pulled away, tense and anxious.
Daniel stared, for a moment too shocked to respond. Jack began to fidget, looking away. Slowly, a smile spread across Daniel's lips, and he reached out to turn Jack's head back to face him. Daniel kissed him.
Jack blinked. "You--"
"I do," Daniel affirmed.
Jack coughed, then asked a little awkwardly, "Do you want a drink?"
"Sure."
Jack rose from the couch, and Daniel twisted around to watch his ass, being obvious about it because he could. When that wonderful ass was out of sight, Daniel stood and followed it into the kitchen. He leaned against the table, grinning, as Jack pulled two beers from the six-pack Daniel had brought with him. When he turned around, Daniel couldn't contain himself: he pushed Jack up against the 'fridge and kissed him senseless.
When they came up for air, panting, eyes glazed, the first thing Jack said was, "Daniel! Don't do that! You almost made me drop the beer."
Daniel laughed, because it was such a Jack thing to say. "But you didn't," he pointed out innocently.
Jack rolled his eyes. "Not the point. Geeze, pin me up against the wall and lay one on me like you mean it, why don't you?"
"I just did, and it was the refrigerator," Daniel said.
Jack growled and goosed him.