Rating: NC17. Slash. Jack/Daniel established relationship.

Spoilers/Warnings: Very slight spoilers for 'The Tomb'.

Summary: Sequel to Comeuppance II.

Notes | Disclaimer

Jack walked out of the briefing room and glanced at Daniel. They'd both just completed the "test" and were finally free of the "punishment" metted out by General Hammond. Daniel looked like something the cat had dragged in, bags under his eyes, shoulders slumped and bone-weary.

And Jack had never wanted him more.

"Hungry, Daniel?" Jack kept his voice low.

Daniel turned weary eyes to Jack. "I could eat." He moved towards the commissary.

Jack hesitated for just a second. The word "eat" conjured up wonderfully filthy images in his head. Taking a few long strides, he caught up with Daniel at the elevator. Of course now that they were not running to get off base or hurrying to get into the briefing room, the doors slid open as soon as the button was punched.

Daniel slumped against one of the walls and Jack leaned on the opposite one. He watched Daniel from the corner of his eye. The other man ran his thumb over his lips and seemed to be talking to himself.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Jack asked.

Daniel blinked several times and looked at Jack. "Oh just thinking..." he trailed off as the elevator doors opened.

"'Bout what?" Jack asked as he followed behind.

Daniel let Jack catch up and gave him a sideways look. He said quietly as they walked down the corridor, "Oh, about how you basically masturbated me under the briefing room table."

Jack stopped dead in the middle of the corridor and just stared. Oh, the thoughts that were going through his head. How far is it to the storage rooms on Level 29? Can I make it, wait that long? Can the security cameras pick up the fact that I got an instant hard-on the size of a baseball bat at Daniel's low words? And the final thought -- Thank god for BDU jackets.

Daniel was already getting his tray when Jack came up behind him. He says that and he's getting FOOD! "Um...Daniel? About what we were discussing?" Jack said quietly. He made no move to get a tray because he had NO intention of eating at this point. Well, of eating FOOD...nope not my intention right now...

Daniel turned and faced him. The blue eyes were set in a look that Jack had seen focused on Goa'uld lords and Pentagon pencil pushers, not usually on the man that brought him to a screaming orgasm. Ohhhh fuuuucccckkkk...I am potentially in deep shit here.

"Jack, I'm going to eat now. I suggest you do the same." With that Daniel got the rest of his food and walked to a table at the back corner. Jack gathered his lunch and joined him. They both ate, Jack glancing at Daniel trying to gauge the other man's mood. Nothing in Daniel's body language was any different than any other day. He finished his meal, pushed the tray away, rested his elbows on the table and sipped his coffee. Jack prepared for the worst and finished his pie.

Daniel kept his voice low and his face neutral. "So, you think you are going to somehow, on this base, get something right now?" Daniel tilted his head. "Have you lost your mind or is all the blood from your brain in your pants?" Daniel gave a small smile and blinked a few times.

Jack thought before he spoke. This was soft voice Daniel. Daniel with his soft voice was sometimes the most dangerous. And given the small smile, head tilt and blinking, Jack was on dangerous ground indeed. "Well, I just thought that since we both were working each other up that we could..."

Daniel's soft voice cut the words off even better than a raised voice would have. "Both, Jack? Well, you might be right in that we both were working each other up but I'm not the one that escalated to spit balls, Jack. So, Jack, I'm not sure you're getting anything, anytime soon, and most definitely not anything in the next few hours. We have a briefing at 1600 for the mission two days from now, Jack, and I intend to be there. And then, and only then, will I leave this base, Jack, and we'll see what happens then, won't we? And since we rode together, as you told someone 'to make sure Danny got here on time,' you'll have to wait on me."

Daniel's face was neutral and pleasant to anyone watching from across the room. However, Jack picked up on the FIVE - yes, count 'em, ladies and gentlemen, FIVE - oh Jesus, Mary and Joseph am I in deep shit here! --"Jacks" in the previous statements. "Daniel, really, I was just having fun." Jack tried his best "come on, forgive me" expression. It worked occasionally on Generals; maybe it would work here.

Daniel's eyes narrowed. Well, that would be a big ol' fat NO there - deep shit, deep deep DEEP shit. "Having fun, huh? Great, Jack, great. Have your fun. Enjoy yourself. And you know what? I think I will too." At that Daniel gave the most predatory smile Jack had ever seen on the usually serene man. Jack swallowed and Daniel continued. "Have any little flashbacks to Catholic school during Teal'c's presentation, especially when he hit you with the pointer? Thought you might. And think about that nun you told me about -- Sister Mary the Immaculate..."

Jack mumbled, "Sister Mary Margaret Ignatius."

Daniel tilted his head. "Right, Sister Mary. Didn't you tell me that in Catholic school you not only got the basics but also got a nice dose of moral upbringing -- what good boys and girls do and don't do. Remember that, Jack?"

Jack paled. He wouldn't; oh fuck, he would!

Daniel nodded. "Yes, you are remembering. Good. Now, you've overcome a great many of those teachings in your life and I am very glad for it." Daniel's predatory smile came back full force for a brief second which only Jack would catch. "Very glad. But there is one that occasionally still gives you pause. You know the one I'm talking about. So think about this for the next," Daniel glanced at his watch, "oh, five and a half hours. I'm wound up, Jack, you did that very well. I want to throw you across this table and fuck you long and hard. I want to hear you scream as you come. I want to see you on your knees with your sarcastic mouth around my dick. And you know what? I can. I can do whatever I want, right here, right now. IN MY MIND. The images are swirling, Jack. Me in you. You in me. Against a door; in bed; in the kitchen; on the couch. Oh yes, Jack," Daniel's voice was still soft but there was a slight purr to the last words. His face, however, didn't change; it was still neutral. Anyone looking over at them would think they were talking about the weather. "I can do it all. And then, when I'm good and wound up, I can go to the bathroom," Daniel's voice got even softer and Jack leaned forward, involuntarily, to catch it, "and I can take care of my problem. But you, Jack," Daniel shook his head, "see you have this little problem sometimes about that, don't you? And today, getting a bit of the Catholic school flashback, I'd bet that problem is right. At. The. Top. Of. Your. Mind." Daniel said the last very deliberately.

Daniel drained his coffee cup and stood up. Jack couldn't even imagine standing at this point. "So, I'm going to my office. I'll be busy until the briefing so don't even try to come..." Daniel drawled the last word, "see me." With that he got his tray and walked towards the door. "See ya." He gave a small wave and smile as he walked out of the commissary.

Holy fuck, he's good. Jack looked at his watch. This was going to be a long five and a half hours. Oh boy.

*****

Daniel walked along the corridor, got to his office and slumped against the wall. Christ, that was hard. He looked down at himself. Thank god for the jacket and that I buttoned it today. Hard is an understatement. Ready to blow, or be blown, might be more accurate. Daniel went over to his desk and took out some of his work. He really did have some things to work on before the briefing but he didn't know how much he would really get done.

Jack had pissed him off with the spitballs. The foot "massage" had been unexpected and inappropriate, but not unwelcome. They'd made a rule early on: NOTHING on base. NEVER. It would be too easy to do something stupid. But Daniel could overlook it, WOULD have overlooked it, was looking FORWARD to overlooking it.

Except for the spitballs.

Daniel narrowed his eyes at the inscription below him. Spitballs. He HATED spitballs. Reminded him of high school and being the youngest in his class. Honestly, Jack didn't know that, probably never suspected it; he'd just been being Jack, irreverent, sarcastic, class clown Jack.

But Daniel hated spit balls. And Jack hit Daniel with spitballs when Daniel was very nicely horny. Very nicely and thinking about which storage room could be used to have a quickie. Just a quick hand-job and a few deep kisses to take off the edge and get them through the next few hours. And then that night when they were home, well...let the screaming begin!

But again, it came back to spitballs. And Jack not realizing that Daniel was thoroughly and completely pissed. Jack knows a pissed- off archaeologist is a bad thing. Jack actually thought that Daniel would forgive him and they could go have some "fun." Well, fuck you, Colonel. Or, actually...a smile crept over Daniel's face...actually, no, not gonna fuck you. Gonna fuck with you. And make you sweat.

So, Daniel brought up the Catholic school issue. One of Daniel's kinks, it had been found early on, was watching Jack get himself off. Daniel loved watching that. To see that long lean neck thrown back, the sweat on the brow, the sun-browned hand on the shaft, the glistening bead of pre-come that came up just before Jack began to shiver. Oh yeah. Daniel could watch Jack for hours. But Jack had a little hang-up about this. That was how Daniel had found out Jack attended Catholic school (and had gotten thrown out but that WASN'T a surprise). The nuns had constantly talked of the 'dangers of the flesh.' Daniel had howled in bed at this and Jack had become very pissy. "You think it's so funny, Daniel? Great but try to get through high school thinking that every time you jack- off, you are one step closer to hell! Not an easy thing to get over, bub!" Daniel had apologized and then proceeded to show Jack what it was like to watch him by doing it to himself. Jack had found the experience...enjoyable...and reciprocated nicely. But it was an occassional thing.

So, now, Jack was horny. Very horny. Not an unusual condition for said Colonel, all told. But right now, he would be very self-conscious about giving himself some relief. Daniel knew Jack so well. As soon as the Colonel began anything, he'd get a mental image of the nuns, maybe even some words from those old "dangers of the flesh" speeches would pop up and Jack would be unable to go forward. Jack would be horny, consistently aroused all day. Daniel had him right where he wanted him. And Daniel, Jack might not realize, had no intention of giving himself any relief at this point.

Daniel LOVED the anticipation, the build-up, the hot sex that came from a good long state of arousal. Jack thought that Daniel liked sex on the couch. Daniel knew they never made it any farther in the house because as soon as a mission was over, he was thinking of making love with Jack. Through the medical (thoughts of Cuneform figures work the best so far), the shower (difficult but Teal'c is there and keep covered as much as possible), the debriefing (oh, yes, the slow build up really starts here -- the stomach knots and the hands sweat. Mmmm...feels very good), any last stuff and then the drive home (god, the gear shifting -- oh yeah) -- they left at the same time, arrived one car behind the other (both driving like bats out of hell, thank god), walked into the house sedately and then it was "let's get ready to rumble" as soon as the door closed. Clothes all over the foyer and living room, mouths locked together, tongues dueling and the all important, 'who's on top' fight/playtime. Daniel didn't care who, just when. And the when was RIGHT NOW!

So, no 'quality time' with himself in the bathroom today. Oh no, he'd save it all up for a certain devil eyed Colonel. Oh and it will be sooooo good when it happens. Kinda makes me glad we overslept this morning. Humming to himself and making a few plans for the briefing, Daniel finally focused on his inscriptions.

*****

The next three and half hours were very difficult on Jack. Very hard, as it were. He finished up a few of the remaining mission reports. Not that they probably make any sense but hopefully people will read Carter's and Daniel's. Then he sat through a short base security meeting and was finally getting ready to go to the briefing.

During the mission reports, Jack had finally had it. He read Daniel's report as he wrote his, doing his usual "fill in the strategic stuff the archaeologist left out." And then an image hit him. Daniel on P3X-whateverthehellitwas. Daniel, bandana off, hair in little tufts, lifting the hem of his tee-shirt to wipe his face. The glimpse of Daniel's abs, sweat rivulets down the length of torso, the flash of bellybutton, the defined but not too defined six-pack. OH YEAH.

Jack got up and strode to the door and towards the bathroom. Enough. I CANNOT sit around like this all day. I've got a meeting in an hour and I've had ENOUGH.

Jack walked purposely towards the bathroom, quick strides, almost double time. And abruptly stopped as the door swung open. Daniel was exiting as Jack was about to enter. Their eyes met for a minute and Daniel stepped through.

"All yours, Jack," he said with a slight smile, "Say hi to the nuns for me." With that Daniel walked away, his chuckle floating behind him.

FUCK! Jack stomped into the bathroom and went into a stall. I will not be psyched out by a GODDAMN ARCHAEOLOGIST! Jack tried to relax and let the previous image of Daniel go through his head. Oh yeah, okay, here we go.

And then the image changed. Jack in his uniform. Sister Mary Margaret at the head of the room, along with Sister Mary Constance and Sister Mary Eugene. The TALK. They'd gotten it every Friday, come hell or high water. Jack closed his eyes and wanted to scream in frustration. Out-thought by an archaelogist. Jesus have mercy.

Jack stood up and went back to his office. The rest of the day stretched ahead of him and it was going to be LONG!

Jack was second in the briefing room; Teal'c's stoic form was there before him, as usual. Carter walked in a minute later with a bright "hi." The three of them chatted, well, actually, the two of them chatted and Teal'c watched the conversation. Then Daniel walked in. Jack's jaw dropped. Daniel was holding a big, large, hell HUGE mug of coffee. With a straw. And, Christ on crutches, a mound of whipped cream.

Daniel licked the side of the mug towards a river of melting white cream, running his tongue up the mug in the process. Jack's mouth went dry and his palms started to sweat. Please God, I know I haven't lived the best life, but PLEASE, beggin' here, let me get through this. He's KILLING ME!

Daniel sat down opposite Jack and gave him a slight smile. "Hey." Jack just stared.

Sam piped up, "Daniel, that looks positively sinful!"

Daniel nodded and took a strong pull from the straw.

Jesus wept, I am gonna die, Jack thought.

"It is. Rosa in the commissary was dying to try her new espresso machine. She made it for me. I'd have brought you one..." Daniel gave her a slight smile.

Sam held up her hands in a warding off gesture. "Lead me NOT into temptation, you corrupter of diets. The last time it was that cheesecake." Sam laughed and hit her hand on the table top. "NO. I am an Air Force Major. I will NOT be tempted by the evil wiles and ways of a thoroughly unrepentant archaeologist." They both laughed.

Jack willed Daniel to look at him. I would, oh boy. I would right FUCKING now, Doctor Jackson. Look over here. Come on, look into my eyes, Dannyboy.

But Daniel was involved in explaining the "not into temptation" thing to Teal'c and then General Hammond entered and the briefing began. The briefing was like every other they'd ever had. Carter explained the possible significance of the UAV info, Teal'c gave any Goa'uld knowledge he had and Daniel explained the potential historical and archaeological ramifications of the ruins seen in the UAV shots.

Jack sat as he had in the numerous ones before, save one small difference. He couldn't take his eyes off Daniel, the straw and the whipped cream. When Daniel wasn't talking (and he's not talking as much in this one; enjoying his damn coffee too damn much!), he was either sipping from the straw or licking at some whipped cream. And it wasn't just the mug. OH NO.

That was bad enough. But it was worse because Daniel, eyes on the slides, would run his finger, a long, limber finger, through the whipped cream and then lick it off. Or he would take a long pull on the straw, his tongue coming out to catch and steady the straw before his lips, those lush kissable, fuckable lips, closed around it. Or he would pull the straw out and lick it clean, that long nimble pink tongue over and under the straw, a suck at any large droplets of cream. And then -- AND THEN -- he'd start all over.

Jack tried to shift his attention to the slides but then Daniel would shift or do something and Jack would be distracted again. As he gave up on even attempting to follow the information, Jack just hoped this planet had no Goa'uld 'cause he had NO idea what they would be walking into.

Daniel suppressed a huge grin only by the sheerest act of willpower. Jack was thoroughly and completely had. Daniel was having a grand old time; Jack was wound as tight as a pocket watch and Daniel held the spring. Oh, this was good. He'd never teased a lover before, hadn't known how to or that he could until he and Jack had gotten together but now that he knew he had it, he enjoyed using it. Jack attempted to pay attention to the slides and Daniel fought the urge to snort and say, "Yeah, right; good try, Jack." Jack was hooked. He couldn't stop watching Daniel. Every time he tried, Daniel would shift or start another action and those brown eyes would come right back home to roost. Oh this is fun. We SO should not be doing this here but it is fun. Again, Daniel had to fight the urge to smile.

The lights came on in the briefing room and Daniel glanced at Jack's face. The older man was slightly flushed and there was a slight sheen of sweat on his upper brow. Time to make it make him really sweat.

"Is there anything else?" General Hammond looked around at SG1 and was prepared to dismiss.

Daniel raised his hand, "Actually, General, there is one other thing I'd like to discuss. I didn't notice it at first but right before I walked to the briefing room, I realized that the language shown on some of the ruins may be related to one of the languages from Heliopolis, potentially the language of the Ancients, since it shows some of the same structure and symbols from when Jack was able to speak and write that language."

General Hammond tilted his head, "Go on, Doctor."

Daniel bit the inside of his lip and quickly glanced at Jack. Jack looked like he'd just received a death sentence, or another six hour presentation from Teal'c. Oh that was just too easy.

Daniel went into his monologue about the complexity of the language, the potential if it was the language or even related to the language of the Ancients, the overlap of the Ancient's language with that of the Asgard and numerous other small tidbits of information. All the while, he was still interacting with his mug, as it were. Fingers up and down the sides. Fiddling with the straw. He was tempted, severely tempted to do the pen thing again but Jack could put two and two together. Granted, it took him longer than it took Sam and today, with all the other things running around his head, it might not occur to him quickly but it could. Daniel was having too much fun messing with Jack's mind to ruin it, potentially, with the "pen thing."

Daniel kept droning on, pushing the monologue into over 20 minutes of speculation and possible correlations -- this is what they REALLY teach us in graduate school, Jack -- and was helped a bit by a few interesting questions from Sam. He kept Jack in his sight though. He knew what he wanted and he thought Jack was almost there. Yes! Got it. There we go, time to wrap it up.

A single bead of sweat was running down Jack's temple. Daniel had made the man he loved sweat in the perfectly climate controlled, always 72 degrees bowels of Cheyenne Mountain. Pay the winnas! Actually, just let me get him home and fuck him senseless, which given his current state won't be too hard.

Daniel wrapped it up by saying, "I just think that we need to be aware of this, General. Be on the lookout, as it were." He looked around at the other members of SG1. Sam and Teal'c nodded. Jack made a low grunt, his eyes never leaving Daniel's face.

"Agreed, Doctor Jackson. SG1, you are dismissed. You have tomorrow as downtime and we have an early morning briefing before you ship out the next day." General Hammond chuckled and looked between Jack and Daniel. "Although not as early as today, for some of you." With that he left the room and SG1 prepared to leave.

Jack took a deep breath and stood up, adjusting his jacket. Daniel again bit back the smile. "Oh, Daniel?"

"Yes, Jack."

"Gonna be ready to go soon? Since we rode in together, I'm kinda waiting on you here."

Sam jumped in. "Sir, I can take Daniel home if you need to go." She turned and looked at Daniel, "It's no trouble, really."

Daniel saw Jack blanch and bit his inner lower lip. If I keep this up, my mouth is going to bleed from how hard I am trying not to laugh. "Actually, it's okay, Sam. I'll be ready to go in about five minutes." He turned to Jack. "If that's okay with you, Jack? I mean, it's fine with me to ride with Sam..." He let the words trail off.

Jack quickly answered. "NO, no problem with five minutes. Just got some plans this evening."

Sam gave Jack a quick grin. "Plans, sir?"

Jack gave her a grin back. "Yeah, gotta date with my tv and a sure to be hot game tonight." They walked towards the door, Jack calling over his shoulder, "Meet you at the truck in ten, Daniel."

Eight and half minutes later Daniel walked to the truck. He could see Jack's outline in the driver's seat. Bit impatient, are we, Colonel? He opened the door to hear Jack's terse, "Get in and close the fucking door." Daniel got in and fastened his seat belt. The truck shot out of the parking space and Daniel said, "What's the rush? I didn't think the game started 'til eight?" He blinked rapidly at Jack's profile.

"Shut up, Daniel."

Daniel leaned back, closed his eyes and shut up, unable to keep the slight smirk from his face. After about ten minutes, he felt the truck turn and opened his eyes. Did I doze off? Are we home already?

Daniel blinked and looked around. No, not home. Daniel cleared his throat. "Um...Jack? Why are you pulling into a scenic overpass lookout?"

Jack stopped the car and took a quick look around. Daniel did the same. There were no other cars there in the fading light. He ripped off his and Daniel's seatbelts and pulled the other man forward in a bruising kiss. God, yes, Jack. Oh yesss.

Daniel returned the kiss in the same manner, hard and slightly desperate. He felt Jack shift and move their bodies until Daniel was lying on his back in the confined space, his legs at awkward angles in the driver's area, Jack lying between his legs. They were all over each other, each touching the other, Jack fumbling at Daniel's belt, Daniel kissing Jack's neck and ears, hands moving over Jack's back and hips.

Jack muttered between kisses. "Goddamn straw. And WHIPPED CREAM. Christ. And the licking. Fuck it, Daniel. Goddammit, yes, right there, Daniel. Can't even get off to be able to concentrate during the meeting. And my mission reports --fuck, yeah, oh right there, yeah -- probably make as much sense as -- Daniel, yes, touch me, god yes -- that damned presentation this morning." Jack finally had Daniel's pants opened and pushed his hand down Daniel's pants.

Daniel moaned at the contact, his head thrown back, exposing his neck to Jack's nips and kisses. "God, Jack, yes, oh yessss." Perfect, Jack, yeah, do it. Do it, please. Daniel began to move his hips in time with Jack's strokes. He felt the length of Jack against the inside of one thigh and moved to press against the erection. Jack hissed at the contact, working Daniel's shaft more urgently and thrusting against Daniel's thigh.

Daniel knew he was too keyed up to last long and he wanted to come. And he wanted to make Jack come. He opened his eyes and found Jack staring at his face. He gave the predatory smile again, dug his fingers into Jack's hips and said, low and urgent, "Come for me. Give it to me, Jack. Come on." Jack growled --yes, I made him GROWL! God yes! -- put his head down on Daniel's shoulder and began to thrust harder and faster against him. The strokes on Daniel's dick became more insistent, almost too hard but the friction made Daniel crazy. Almost there...almost... Daniel thrust upwards once more and yelled, "GOD YES LOVE YOU JACK YES" at the same time Jack moaned, "FUCKINGCHRIST YES DANIEL YES...."

For the next few minutes, the inside of the cab was silent except for harsh breaths. God that was goooood, Daniel thought as he ran a hand over Jack's back. Almost, hell, maybe as good as the couch fucks. Gotta remember this for next time we come back from a mission. Daniel chuckled softly and Jack lifted his head.

"I love you." Jack leaned down and gave Daniel a soft kiss.

Daniel replied, "Love you too," and returned the kiss just as softly, a hint of tongue touching Jack's lips. Jack seldom said those words during the actually sex part but he always said them afterwards. Daniel loved the look in Jack's eyes when he did say it, the way Jack was sated and muzzed, the afterglow around him. In a way, it meant more to him that Jack shouting it during orgasm.

Jack shifted and groaned. "I came in my PANTS like a goddamn teenager."

Daniel laughed out loud and shifted too. "Well, I reminded you of your teenage years earlier today."

"Do NOT remind me. You and the fucking nuns. I don't know which one was worse. All I know is that I have NO IDEA what the hell we are doing the day after tomorrow." As Jack spoke, he moved around the cab and rearranged both his and Daniel's clothes.

Daniel sat up and ran a hand through his hair. "I'll talk you through it." Daniel turned to his side and smiled as Jack started the truck and moved back towards the highway.

"Seatbelt, Daniel," Jack said, moving into traffic.

Daniel gave a big sigh and fastened the belt. "Actually, Jack, I was thinking I could talk you through a few things tonight. You up for it?" Daniel saw Jack's huge grin in the last of the evening light. God, I love him. And the sex isn't bad either.

"Well, that depends."

Daniel gave an answering grin and said cockily, "On what?"

"On whether or not we have any whipped cream at home. I seem to pay much closer attention if there's whipped cream around." Jack gave a quick glance over at Daniel. "But you'd know nothing about that, would you?"

Daniel threw back his head and laughed loud and long. Oh yeah, I love him. And we still have twenty-four hours. "Well, if there isn't I'm sure the store has some. But are you sure you're decent enough to go in?"

"You are sooo going to pay for that, Daniel."

"I'm counting on it, Jack."

Spring is reading the wonderfully funny Comeuppance II and laughing out loud at how funny it is. 'Yes, Widget used the pen idea AND the footsie. Wonder if I it was that bunny I lobbed? Doubt it -- she comes up with the good stuff so quickly. Yeah, yeah, and you want me to write the sex stuff. OF COURSE. Get 'em all wound up and then let me play with snarky Daniel and horny Jack. Jeez. Well, it might work but I need something...something to make it even more fun..."

"OUCH!" Spring rubs her ass and comes in contact with the plot bunny whose teeth are firmly embedded in her posterior regions. "G*dd*mmit, Widget! Another one. F*CK!" Spring prys the plot bunny away and it starts whispering to her. "Oh, whipped cream. Hmmm, that might work. See, Widget's already said that the commissary people like Daniel. Maybe Daniel could get some whipped cream for his coffee in the afternoon. Take it to a briefing and lick his lips and the mug alot. Ohhhh, that may work." Spring puts down the plot bunny and it romps off to play with the others. Spring yells after it, "But you didn't have to bite my ass so hard!" And now the notes...

Notes: OK, it began as a plot bunny (Michelle, Y -- accept the blame, sweeties!) after some postings about The Tomb. Then I did a small ficlet. And then I lobbed the actual presentation to Widget and gave her a few things to think about (which, of course, being the total perverted person she is, she had already thought of!) and then she lobbed it back to me because she got the boys all hot and bothered and then was tired. Thanks to Widget for the beta and everyone else for the ideas and bunnies (although my ass is a bit sore and has all these little tiny teeth marks. Oops -- sorry TMI! <snerk>). Oh and if anyone cares, I see this little series as a part of Widget's Laundry universe --Snarky Daniel and Sarcastic Jack. I mean that as the utmost compliment there, Widget ol' pal!

One other thing – the Comeuppance seems BEYOND Freudian now. When I did the first one, there was NO thought that it would turn out this way. You´ll see at the end…

End note (mostly on Widget´s urging) -- No, when this was started, there was no plan to go to a second part and there was NEVER any pre-thought out plan to end to a double-entrendre concerning "Come Up Pants." Come on, you really think we PLAN any of this? (giggle)