Disclaimer: Sadly, neither of these fine specimens of the male gender belong to me.
A/N: Finally, a piece that I intended to be short that stayed that way!
Big Boss Man
by cestmoi01
So, I'm the older one is this relationship. Ya know – more wisdom, more grey hairs? Smarter, with more experience and more self-control? More respected? Plus, I'm a colonel in the US Air Force. So you'd think I'd be the one in charge here.
Yeah. You'd think.
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"Daniel. Oh, Dannyboy! Time to rise and shine, we gotta be at the Mountain by 0800 hours."
Said Dannyboy merely rolls over and mumbles, "Five more minutes, J'ck…"
"Daniel," I say, amused.
"Jaack," he replies, pleading a little.
(So far, so good, right? I mean – I'm obviously the one in charge here. Right?)
"Daniel," my voice is a little stern this time.
"Jack. Five more minutes."
(Okay, not so good – I may be the authority figure here, but he doesn't appear to be listening.)
So I whip the blankets off him, leaving one startled – cute – archeologist with a bad case of bed-head lying shivering in our bed, as I order in my most commanding voice – the one that snaps recalcitrant cadets into line ten seconds ago – "Dr. Daniel Jackson, get your ass out of that bed ASAP!"
He blinks at me a couple of times, and then I know I'm doomed. Daniel's brain has finally engaged, and he wants to play. He peers up at me through his lashes innocently – as if neither of us knows what he's really doing – and says in a voice husky with both sleep and desire, "My ass, Colonel Jack O'Neill, is cold. I think you should warm it up before I get out of bed."
God help me, but he gets way more than the five minutes he originally asked for, and we're only a little late to our morning briefing with General Hammond.
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