Prompt (053) Fluff
Jack, Daniel, mention
of Sarah
They were sitting on the couch watching hockey. As neither team playing was of any importance, it was mostly a sedate after-dinner affair. Being forced to supervise a week-long off-world archeological dig had given Jack an excuse to turn the TV to whatever the hell he wanted without Daniel being able to raise much fuss. He relished the opportunity.
Daniel had gotten bored five minutes in and had already run out of Egyptian Gods and Goddesses to name. So he turned to Jack-watching instead. Either Jack didn't notice or didn't care, because he hadn't moved since Daniel started.
A strong nose and thin lips topped by silvering hair—which Jack proclaimed, often loudly and in very public places, was all Daniel's fault—and chocolate brown eyes stared fixedly at the television set. Since Jack was shirtless, Daniel got to admire the flat, muscled chest and defined upper abdominals. And…a little bit of pudge due to some slacking in the daily workout.
Daniel's eyes fixated on the slight belly. An image of the Pillsbury Dough Boy being poked in the belly button flashed through his mind, and Daniel suddenly wanted to do the same and see how Jack would react. After deliberating for a moment, he came to a decision.
Daniel reached out and poked Jack's belly.
Jack blinked, and looked down at the offending finger, and then at Daniel. He raised an eyebrow. Daniel shrugged.
"Are you trying to tell me in some obscure Daniel-speak that I'm getting fat?" Jack asked mildly.
"Is that a trick question?" Daniel asked suspiciously.
"Yes or no, Daniel. Simple."
"Well, if I say 'yes' you'll get angry and yell at me. If I say 'no' you'll say I'm lying and get angry and yell at me," Daniel said. He added, "Sarah always asked me the same thing and I never got the right answer."
"I'm not a woman. I can take it," Jack said, straightening.
Daniel considered Jack's belly, and then his overall appearance, and finally admitted, "I think it's kind of cute."
"Cute?" Jack repeated.
Daniel nodded.
Jack considered asking why Daniel thought that, and just as quickly realized that he really didn't want to know how Daniel's mind worked. So he sighed, and resumed watching hockey.