Dreams!

The darkness was all around as Jack O'Neill walked through Cheyenne Mountain down towards his orgy-sized bed in his special quarters, random thoughts of the horizontal bop crossing his mind.

He had been shocked earlier when Sam Carter had told him she often dreamed about General George Hammond involved in the hokey-pokey with a goa'uld symbiote, but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Daniel Jackson.

One day he would discuss his feelings with Teal'c, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Daniel Jackson masturbating himself with a zat gun.

The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke Siler's big wrench he was carrying with him. Would Daniel Jackson's delectable toes feel like that to his touch?

What would Daniel Jackson think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating blue jello off Daniel Jackson's beautiful broad manly chest?

Jack O'Neill rubbed Siler's big wrench against his mighty manroot whispering Daniel Jackson's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his orgy-sized bed but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Daniel Jackson's name into the night.

Meanwhile, Daniel Jackson had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. Cheyenne Mountain was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the blue jello he was carrying and leisurely scratched his mighty manroot.

He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Jack O'Neill calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his blue jello and ran towards the sound of his lamb chop's voice.

Daniel Jackson stumbled through the darkness towards Jack O'Neill. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his lamb chop being attacked by a goa'uld symbiote. Was he about to be raped by Apophis dressed as General George Hammond? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his neck.

Jack O'Neill, Jack O'Neill, my lamb chop, screamed Daniel Jackson. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! Jack O'Neill leaped to his feet in panic, dropping Siler's big wrench and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare broad manly chest gleaming in the moonlight.

Daniel Jackson! Jack O'Neill gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? Teal'c said you were in your orgy-sized bed engaged in the horizontal bop with Sam Carter.

No, I was alone in my orgy-sized bed with nothing but my zat gun for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your broad manly chest was, and how I would like to stroke it, and have you kiss me, and now I see your broad manly chest for myself I realise that not even Teal'c has a broad manly chest to compare with yours.

Oh, lamb chop, Teal'c said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Sam Carter.

What! That old bag, I'd rather get involved in the hokey-pokey with Apophis, Siler's big wrench and blue jello than dream of the horizontal bop with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my toes curl.

Oh, Jack O'Neill!

Oh, Daniel Jackson, my lamb chop!

Cue soft music, sounds of the horizontal bop and the hokey-pokey, soft focus and fade.........