Title:
Gymnasium Musings
Author: Jemma
Story Status:
Complete
Series/Sequel Info: Sequel to "Infirmary
Musings".
Season: None
Spoilers: None really...would be
nice if you'd of read Infirmary Musings!!
Categories:
Erm...friendship...possible hint at flirtation!!
Pairings: Sam and
Jack, Jack and Janet
Rating: K
Content
Warnings: Swearing
Summary: Jack in shorts, Sam and a
treadmill!
Archive Permissions: Please ask
Disclaimer: I do not
own any of the characters relating to Stargate. They belong to MGM
and any of their associates. I'm just playing around with them for a
little while!
Authors Note: This is for everyone who sent me
feedback...and for myself - the guilt of writing a Jack/Janet fic
nearly killed me!!!!
SGSGSGSGSGSG
'So
sir. Wanna bet I can cover more miles than you in 5 minutes?'
'You're
on Carter. Start your treadmill.'
I do as he commands as he turns
back around to face front. Where as I get the very nice view of his
back. And I mean nice.
Getting my machine up to speed I ask if
he's ready. Offering me an affirmative nod, we begin.
And I can
tell you; he's really going for it.
As
he bounces up and down I watch, mesmerised to his back; and butt.
A
very nice rear it is too.
God Janet is lucky.
Getting to give
that body a full physical examination every month.
I'd give my
left arm to give him a full workout...
I pick up my pace a little
to keep up with him. I can already see the sweat beginning to soak
through his Tee, and those shorts... wow.
Not
too loose, not too tight. Absolutely perfect. Just like the body
they're on.
3 minutes has already gone. Time flies when you're
having fun drooling over your CO and his delectable backside.
He
pushes on regardless of the trickle of sweat, that I can just see
making it's way down the side of his face.
1 minute to go and I'll
have to wait for another 24 hours before I can stare all I like at
that wonderful figure of a man.
I slow down slightly so I can
watch him better.
His
legs are powerful and firm as they fight against the pull of the
machine.
30 seconds.
15...
5...
0...
We stop our
machines simultaneously and he turns around to look at me.
'OK
Carter, how many?'
'Two and a half sir.'
Well, I couldn't have
been expected to do much better when that distracted, could I?
'Well,
looks like you owe me then. Three and a half with minimal sweat.'
Yeah...not
from where I was standing.
'So Carter, what do I win?' he asks
suggestively, waggling his eyebrows.
'How about same time tomorrow
sir? I'll give you a proper work out.' I put a little emphasis on the
word proper, which seems to catch his attention.
'You're
on,' he replies with a grin as he hops off the treadmill, grabs his
towel and heads for the changing room door.
As the door begins to
close he yells over his shoulder.
'Hey Carter! Don't forget to
wear that sweet little tank top number!'
Oh don't you worry sir, I
won't.
SGSGSGSGSGSG
That's it!! I've done it!! Finito!! Hope you've enjoyed it, and as always...FEEDBACK me:)
13/10/2002