"Oh, nuts."
In the dim light of the flickering bulb, one could tell the speaker was Not Happy. In fact, he was downright Livid. For many reasons, not the least of which was his present predicament.
"Jack?"
"The door's stuck!"
"…ah."
His partner glanced uneasily at the flashing red light, hearing the emergency sirens faintly through the door.
"I think it stopped," the second offered after a moment. Indeed, the flashing light had darkened.
"Yes," the first said, almost growling. The dark tone, even if it was angry and not lustful, sent a shiver through the second. "But is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
"A good thing," the second said with a certainty he didn't feel. But honestly! They were in the middle of gratuitous make-up sex when the damn thing started blaring Unauthorized Gate Activation and the lights began their headache-inducing flashing. His pants were half-unzipped, for crying out loud! "Jack, come on. It was probably just an SG team coming in early."
"Daniel—"
"Jack. Nobody knows where we are. So just finish what you started while we wait," Daniel said reasonably, even though his oxygen-starved brain was chanting sexsexsexsex.
"Daniel, if the base is in trouble then we—"
Daniel shoved Jack up against the stuck door, breathing harshly into the Colonel's ear, "Finish what you started or I will."
Jack grinned ferally as his own interest was reawakened. After all, Danny's probably right, he thought, and then proceeded to finish what he'd begun.
~*~
Both thoroughly sated and relatively clean, they set about trying to unstick the door.
"You know," Jack started, shoving against the door, "I'm surprised we haven't got the whole base knocking with all the noise you made."
"I made?" Daniel asked indignantly. "You were just as loud, Mr Harder-Daniel-Goddamnit."
Jack flicked him a sideways glance, then tried again to force the door open with no luck. Silence but for the sound of questing feet, then, "Why aren't you helping?"
"You need help, Mr Colonel Sir?" came the innocent reply
"Daniel, don't be an ass."
"You first."
Jack sighed in exasperation. "Alright, I'm sorry. That comment was unfair and uncalled for and I actually like it when you're loud."
Daniel took that in, a slight blush tingeing his cheeks at the admission. "Apology accepted."
"Good, now why aren't you helping?"
Daniel disappeared behind a shelf, perusing. "Well, it seems we'll be here a while, so I'm looking at what we have. Lots of pens."
"Do you see a crowbar?" Jack asked hopefully.
"No—ah hah!"
"Crowbar?"
"Peanuts," Daniel said.
For a moment, Jack stood in silence. "Peanuts?"
Daniel's head popped around the stack of supplies. He flashed a sunny smile that made Jack's insides melt, and said, "Well, at least we won't starve."