Winner Take All by babs
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Category: Jack/Daniel
Genres: Challenge
Rated: Adult
Warnings: None
Series: None
Summary: An epilogue to the story Win/Win Situation by lilyleia78 which can be found here: http://www.thealphagate.com/viewstory.php?sid=3689

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Carter looked entirely too smug, Jack thought as he studied her across the briefing room table. For that matter, so did Daniel. As for Teal'c, well, he looked like Teal'c. Daniel was rubbing his forefinger up and down the length of a pen, his mouth slightly open. Jack wanted to...okay, no, not going there. At least not in the briefing room. After all, hadn't he used a modicum of self-control during the um, contest? He could have gone all the way. He and Daniel that was.

"Colonel?"

Jack pulled his attention back to General Hammond. "Yes, sir?"

"Do you have anything to add?"

Damn, Daniel and that pen. He didn't think kicking Daniel under the table would do any good. He shifted in his chair and cleared his throat. "We went, we participated in the local version of the county fair, Teal'c won first place, Carter built a better mousetrap." He winced at Carter's scowl. She hadn't been happy coming in second, but hey, those were the breaks. And now, Daniel was tapping the pen against his lips. "Daniel and I..." Daniel frowned slightly at the mention of his name, as if he'd been called on during class when he hadn't been paying attention. "we, uh, didn't have quite as much luck."

Daniel patted Carter sympathetically on her back when she choked on the sip of water she'd taken right before Jack's announcement.

"Very well, SG-1, you're dismissed." Hammond said and just like that the briefing was over.

"So, Jack, any plans?" Daniel asked as they walked down the hall.

‘Little shit,' Jack thought. Yeah, everyone thought that wide-eyed look was innocence. Little did they know it was really a sign of Daniel's deviousness.

"Oh, you know, writing my mission report, going home, the usual." Ha, that would show him. Jack could hold out as long as Daniel or longer.

Carter nearly tripped at that comment.

"Perhaps we should have maintenance inspect the floor, Major Carter." Teal'c observed as he reached out to steady her.

"Perhaps," Carter replied.

She looked at Daniel and then at Jack. "I guess I'll be seeing you, Daniel." She bit her lip and lowered her eyes before she glanced up again. "Have a nice weekend, sir." And then her face turned beet red.

"You too, Sam," Daniel said but he was already reading some paper he had in his hand while Carter and Teal'c headed down the hall.

Jack sighed and ran his keycard for the elevator. Could the man really be that clueless? Or maybe...maybe he was trying to deliberately drive Jack crazy.

Whistling tunelessly, Jack guided Daniel into the elevator cab when the doors opened.

"I know what you're trying to do," Jack said. Daniel looked at him over the top of his glasses. Oh yeah, Daniel knew exactly what he was doing, Jack decided. There was no way the other man couldn't know that look was incredibly sexy.

"You do?" Daniel's voice was low.

"You're trying to make me break," Jack said and crossed his arms over his chest. "And I can so hold out longer than you can."

"Oh." Daniel blinked two, no three, times. "So this is a contest? Who lasts the longest without...you know?" He tapped his index finger against his lips. The elevator dinged and Daniel stepped off. "I have a mission report to write. See you later?"

"Things to do, places to be, Daniel." Jack waved as the doors began to close. "Pizza at my place nineteen hundred."

Jack leaned back against the wall of the cab. He was so screwed. Or not, as the case may be.

* * * *

Jack had never been so glad to sign off on a mission report. He shut down his computer and made his way to the locker room.

"Hello, Jack," Daniel didn't look up from tying his shoes. "Finally finish that report?"


He wasn't going to answer, he wasn't. Jack opened his locker with far more force than necessary. He began to undress with methodical precision and then decided that maybe Daniel could use a little show. He took his time unbuttoning his jacket, making sure he stretched as he took off his T-shirt.

Behind him, he heard a small groan from Daniel. Jack carefully hid his smile and made sure Daniel got a nice view of his ass as he bent over to take off his boots. Did he just hear a strangled sound from Daniel?

"I'd better get going," Daniel stammered, his voice husky. "Anything special on the pizza?"


"Up to you," Jack told him without turning around.

"Okay." He swore Daniel's voice went up a few notches when he dropped his pants. Good—served him right.

* * * *

Daniel twisted a bit of cheese on his index finger and put it in his mouth before slowly withdrawing it. Jack took another swig of beer. He was going to have to check the furnace because he was certain the thermostat was set way too high. It was damn hot in here.

"So. How long do you think you can...you know with the...um..."

"For a linguist, your inability to actually say the word sex is amazing." Jack told him. "I mean, just the other week, you lectured us for two hours about the mating rituals of the Kleenexes."

"Klexes."

Jack waved a dismissive hand in Daniel's direction. "The point is, you can talk about everyone's sex drive but your own." He smirked as Daniel's face began to turn red.

"I do not."

"Do too."

"No way."

"Yes way." Jack leaned forward and put his elbows on the table. "You so do. Sure sign of your deprived libido."

"My libido is not deprived."

"Deprived, denied, whatever. How long has it been?"

"What been?"

Jack sighed his long-suffering Daniel sigh. "Since you had sex."

"I'm not even going to dignify that with a response. Besides, you yourself said you can outlast me anyway." Daniel leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest.

Jack frowned. There was something wrong about this. Hadn't he and Daniel agreed to go all the way while on the planet? Was he missing something? Things weren't quite working out the way he planned, but Jack knew strategy. "You're cute when you're embarrassed."

Daniel sputtering was even cuter, but at the way Daniel's eyes narrowed, Jack decided discretion was the better part of valor. "I'm not going to..."

"Yeah, yeah. Dignify that with a response." Jack made a shooing motion. "Well, guess it's time to do the dishes." He got up and began to clear the table. Daniel didn't move just gave Jack a glare now and again.

"Sorry," Jack said as he accidentally on purpose tipped over Daniel's Coke can. "Let me." He grabbed a napkin and began to blot Daniel's jean-covered thigh. Muscles tensed under his hand and Daniel's breathing quickened.

"No, it's fine." Daniel's voice was husky and close to sounding as if he was going through puberty again. He grabbed Jack's wrist and Jack looked up at him.

Daniel's eyes were bright blue, pupils dilated, his skin slightly reddened, and he licked his lips in a way that Jack felt straight to his groin.

"Um, yeah." Jack's own voice went up a bit as he backed away. "Sorry," he said again. He was not going to give in to Daniel. Not when Daniel had challenged him. No way. It was a matter of principle now.

He turned on the water in the sink and began to rinse the dishes before he put them in the dishwasher. He considered it a great achievement when he resisted the urge to turn around at the scrape of Daniel's chair. He finished loading the dishwasher, wiped down the table, took out the garbage, watered a plant in the kitchen, wrote a note to remind himself to buy cereal the next time he went to the grocery store, and then finally worked up enough courage to leave the kitchen and go into the den. And of course Daniel wasn't there. Of course he wasn't. The TV hadn't even been turned on. He was sure Daniel hadn't left the house. He would have noticed Daniel's car gone when he took out the garbage.

He paused as he heard a noise coming from his bedroom. So that was where Daniel had sneaked off to. Ha. Jack was so going to win this battle of the self-control.

Or maybe not, he thought a few moments later as he took in the sight of Daniel standing shirtless and pants-less in his bedroom. He wanted nothing more than to go in and finish the job. Those boxers definitely had to go. And Daniel, well for his part, he was oblivious to Jack's entrance considering he was currently engaged in fulfilling his own quite obvious need for release.

Jack stood in the doorway and watched the show, feeling his own cock come to attention as Daniel stroked his own. His head was thrown back and he was making little noises deep in his throat. Daniel let out a hoarse yell as he came. He stood there, panting and Jack could see his muscles ripple with the after-effects.

He started to open his mouth, to say something smart-assed when Daniel lifted his head and looked straight at him. Daniel blushed—it was a remarkable sight as the redness moved from his neck up to his face.

"Um," Daniel began.

"You know," Jack said as he took the few steps to bring him to Daniel's side. "I've been thinking."

"Yeah?" Daniel put his hands on Jack's face and drew him close for a kiss.

"Yeah." Jack got his hands on those hated boxers and began to push them down. Daniel squirmed under his touch.

"Your hands are cold."

"You want me to stop?" Jack asked. "As I was saying, I was thinking. This wasn't one of your better ideas. This whole hold out thing."

"Wait a minute." Daniel pushed him on the chest and Jack stumbled backwards. Luckily Daniel's aim was fantastic. Jack landed on his back on the bed. "Whose idea was it?"

"Yours." Jack found himself under Daniel's weight.

"Really?"

It was getting very hard to concentrate when Daniel seemed intent on divesting Jack of every piece of clothing he had on. Thank goodness for t-shirts and chinos. Jack lifted his arms as Daniel pulled the shirt over his head and began work on his pants.


"You're wearing entirely too much," Daniel murmured in between kisses placed strategically on Jack's torso, neck, and lips.


"Yeah," Jack answered and managed somehow to get out of his pants and boxers. Hell, he didn't know he was still flexible in that way. Or maybe not so flexible as Daniel let out a yelp when Jack's elbow caught him under the eye.

"You were saying?" Daniel's hands were warm against Jack's skin. "So whose idea was the contest?"

Jack thought his brain might just melt what with Daniel doing whatever it was he was doing to Jack. "Uh."

Daniel pushed up off of him and Jack grunted as Daniel's knee dug into his thigh.

"The contest, Jack. Concentrate."

Jack regarded him with narrowed eyes. "Please don't tell me you're one of those people who likes to talk during sex." He reached up and pulled Daniel back down.

"I am a linguist." Daniel pointed out. "I've been told my tongue..."

But he didn't have a chance to finish because Jack decided he wanted to see exactly how skillful Daniel was with that tongue, which was pretty damn skillful Jack found out. Who would have thought that beneath Daniel Jackson's somewhat geeky exterior lay an incredibly inventive lover?

"Mine," Jack murmured as they lay together sticky and panting some minutes later.

He felt Daniel smile against his back. "I knew it."

Jack smiled back, even though Daniel couldn't see it. Let Daniel think he'd conceded this time. Personally he planned to replay this contest as many times as possible for the rest of their lives.
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