SPD-SG1 'verse
Title: Meeting the Neighbours
Rating: 15ish?
Jack paced the bedroom restlessly. He was bored and there was very little for him to do in Sky’s home, although he knew that would be changed sometime soon. Hopefully when Sky got back. He couldn’t go out, not without Sky. Those were the terms of his being able to leave the base, and, much as he disliked them, considering they got him out of that oppressive place, with its emphasis on seriousness and all the weapons hanging around and making him uneasy, he was willing to abide by them. For the moment anyway. On the other hand, it meant he was very limited in what he could do to amuse himself if Sky wasn’t around. He didn’t feel like listening to music and that was about the only thing he *could* do here. There were a lot of books, including the one on the bedside table and the one on the coffee table in the main room, unfortunately his grasp of written English was nowhere near as advanced as his knowledge of the spoken form, nowhere near enough for the books that Sky seemed to love so much, and that was a shame firstly because the books looked interesting and secondly it would hopefully give him something in common with his pair-bonded, something he sorely lacked at the moment, save the computer games Bridge had introduced him to and even then their tastes were different. That was okay though, they could agree to disagree, it wasn’t like they had to agree on everything after all. Theirs would be a very boring bonding if they agreed on everything.
He liked the way Sky got all fired up over the smallest of things, especially around Bridge, and he wasn’t shy about provoking similar reactions himself on occasion. The blue eyes that were so rare on his planet narrowed and their intensity doubled, if that were even possible. The mouth that now offered up such willing kisses tightened and he just wanted to bite down on them, distract Sky with something much more enjoyable than the not-arguing they did whenever they disagreed about something. He didn’t doubt that once he was fluent enough for it, their arguments would turn vocal and probably be pretty loud. He couldn’t wait.
The loud, jarring bing-bong sounded throughout the apartment and Jack frowned. Sky had his ‘kees’, he wouldn’t need to push that annoying buzzing-thing. Cautiously he headed for the door and opened it slowly. He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, but it definitely wasn’t what he got. A ball of fur was shoved in his face and he stepped back with a startled exclamation. The ball was withdrawn sharply and was replaced with a suspicious expression nestling under a beehive of grey hair.
“Who are you?” was the snapped question. “Where’s Schuyler?”
Jack winced inwardly, Sky hated his full name and only answered to it under duress. “Out,” he replied hesitantly. “Back soon. *He’ll be* back soon,” he corrected a moment later. He still dropped words when startled.
“Hmph,” was the only response he got. “You’ll have to do then, I suppose. Despite being foreign.”
“Foreign?” Jack repeated, not sure he wanted to know what the word meant, considering the disdain in the woman’s voice.
“Not. American.”
“Oh.” Was that a bad thing? Jack wondered. The woman seemed to think so.
“Anyway, here. I have to go out so you’ll have to look after Princess for me.”
The fluff ball was thrust into his hands before he could protest and then the woman and her hard-headed personality was walking off down the corridor, Jack staring after her. He looked down at the tiny ball of fluff and found a scarily similar suspicious expression to the woman’s looking back at him. Like owner, like pet apparently. He studied the animal carefully, it looked like a dog, but it was much smaller than what he was used to and it had a bright pink ribbon around its neck. “I suppose you’re ‘Princess’,” he said, not that he expected the creature to understand Hcetwen. “Well, it looks like we’re stuck with each other until Sky gets back.”
The possibly-dog yapped sharply and Jack winced again at the high-pitched noise, the tiny fluff ball taking advantage of his distraction to jump out of his hands. He barely managed to shut the door in time to prevent the tiny yapping monster from leaving and he was rewarded for his efforts with a distinctly hostile expression. “Mutual.”
***
Sky sighed and put the bags on the floor after he tried and failed to open the door while holding them, and tried again. He stepped inside but stopped dead at the blur that passed in front of his eyes, followed by what he recognised as a heartfelt Hcetwen expletive. That was when Jack ran out of the kitchen, looking more than a little dishevelled, skidding to a stop on seeing Sky standing by the door. Sky wasn’t easily daunted, but the glare on Jack’s face promised murder. Opening his mouth to ask what was wrong, he was cut off by Jack pre-empting him.
“Princess,” he hissed and Sky blinked. Princess? What princes-- Oh god, no.
He groaned. “She didn’t.” Mrs. Montgomery’s Pekinese, of course. He couldn’t believe she’d dumped the little monster on an unsuspecting Jack. Come to that, he didn’t know why she constantly dumped the creature on him either. It wasn’t as if his job gave him time for a pet of any kind, let alone a dog. Jack was continuing though and from what little of his language Sky had picked up, it seemed Jack was either talking about a hairy little rat or a very big fire. He hoped it was the former, because he had no idea how he’d explain the second.
Speaking of, the tiny ankle biter crept behind his heels, probably looking for protection or something from the crazy man chasing her. “Don’t look at me,” he said. “You’re the one who pissed him off.” Jack gave him a betrayed look and Sky held up his hands in innocence. “Hey, don’t look at me like that. I don’t like her anymore than you do.”
Jack spat something at him, something he was very glad he didn’t understand if the accompanying hand gestures were anything to go by. “Okay, I get it. You’re mad. Just don’t put this on me, I didn’t ask her to bring Princess round today.”
“Not. The. Point,” Jack grated, switching to English, the (really quite distracting actually) accent not detracting from his anger. “That thing should be--” the words tumbled back into Hcetwen, a pretty good indicator that Jack was more than pissed off and Sky had never seen him like that before. Oh, he knew Jack had a temper, fair enough, but the other man had never been quite this angry.
“Look, Mrs. Montgomery should be back soon enough and then the dog will be gone too. Alright?”
Jack sniffed, but relaxed his confrontational stance. Just then, the doorbell went and Sky opened it quickly, praying it would be his next-door neighbour so she could take her dog back. Fortunately it was her and he heaved an inward sigh of relief as the Pekinese ran to her owner, although not before giving Jack a baleful look of her own. Politely but firmly shutting the door on the woman, he sank back against the door. When he opened his eyes, Jack was clearly still put out with him, stalking off into the bedroom and closing the door behind him.
Debating the issue quickly, Sky decided putting his stuff away could wait and followed Jack into the bedroom. Jack was lying on the bed, scowling at the ceiling and didn’t even look over as he walked into the room. Sky sat on the side of the bed, carefully not touching. He still wasn’t sure where the boundaries they had on this… thing were. “Was it that bad?” he asked quietly and Jack sighed softly.
“Horrible.”
“I know. Believe me, I know.” Jack snorted derisively and Sky smiled slightly. “Granted I don’t think I’ve ever had it as bad as you apparently did.”
Jack glared at him again, but it had lost much of its previous ire and Sky cautiously reached out a finger, tracing it softly down the side of Jack’s face. “Make it up to you?” An eyebrow rose archly, the unreadable expression a challenge in itself, but Jack didn’t pull away and Sky took that as a positive sign. The initial lack of response to his kisses was discouraging, but he continued anyway, redoubling his efforts. Jack was more than capable of stopping him if he didn’t want this. He bit down gently on Jack’s bottom lip and that seemed to break the dam, Jack’s arms coming up and round his neck as his lips parted to let Sky in.
His head whirling from the taste of Jack’s kisses, Sky didn’t notice at first when Jack’s hands slid down his side and up under his shirt, not until fingers lightly grazed his stomach and he gasped at the sensations such a soft touch sent through him. The fingers hesitated, then moved upwards a little more surely when there was no protest. With his kisses losing their restraint, Sky tore himself away from Jack’s mouth and went to work on his throat instead, slowly making his way down to Jack’s collarbone, only to find the blue shirt was in the way.
He knew he could probably take this all the way, that Jack would let him, but he wasn’t ready for that quite yet, even if Jack was. In the end, kissing and touching was about as far as it went, although granted their shirts somehow ended up on the floor, but that was beside the point. Jack’s fingers idly twined round his dogtags, brushing against his skin and he smiled slightly. He’d given up protesting. No matter how many times he’d tried, he hadn’t been able to break Jack’s habit of reaching out for them and playing with them. Oh, Jack would stop when he protested, but the fingers always snuck out again and he’d given up trying to get the other man to give up this fascination he apparently had. He didn’t really mind anymore. It was comforting, something he could hold onto among the craziness that made up his life ever since he’d been recruited by the SGC.
“Did you get any orange juice? Or ice cream?” Jack asked into the quiet. “Because that would make up for a lot.”
Sky snorted softly. “Both.”
“Good,” Jack beamed. “I think I forgive you.”
Rating: 15ish?
Jack paced the bedroom restlessly. He was bored and there was very little for him to do in Sky’s home, although he knew that would be changed sometime soon. Hopefully when Sky got back. He couldn’t go out, not without Sky. Those were the terms of his being able to leave the base, and, much as he disliked them, considering they got him out of that oppressive place, with its emphasis on seriousness and all the weapons hanging around and making him uneasy, he was willing to abide by them. For the moment anyway. On the other hand, it meant he was very limited in what he could do to amuse himself if Sky wasn’t around. He didn’t feel like listening to music and that was about the only thing he *could* do here. There were a lot of books, including the one on the bedside table and the one on the coffee table in the main room, unfortunately his grasp of written English was nowhere near as advanced as his knowledge of the spoken form, nowhere near enough for the books that Sky seemed to love so much, and that was a shame firstly because the books looked interesting and secondly it would hopefully give him something in common with his pair-bonded, something he sorely lacked at the moment, save the computer games Bridge had introduced him to and even then their tastes were different. That was okay though, they could agree to disagree, it wasn’t like they had to agree on everything after all. Theirs would be a very boring bonding if they agreed on everything.
He liked the way Sky got all fired up over the smallest of things, especially around Bridge, and he wasn’t shy about provoking similar reactions himself on occasion. The blue eyes that were so rare on his planet narrowed and their intensity doubled, if that were even possible. The mouth that now offered up such willing kisses tightened and he just wanted to bite down on them, distract Sky with something much more enjoyable than the not-arguing they did whenever they disagreed about something. He didn’t doubt that once he was fluent enough for it, their arguments would turn vocal and probably be pretty loud. He couldn’t wait.
The loud, jarring bing-bong sounded throughout the apartment and Jack frowned. Sky had his ‘kees’, he wouldn’t need to push that annoying buzzing-thing. Cautiously he headed for the door and opened it slowly. He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, but it definitely wasn’t what he got. A ball of fur was shoved in his face and he stepped back with a startled exclamation. The ball was withdrawn sharply and was replaced with a suspicious expression nestling under a beehive of grey hair.
“Who are you?” was the snapped question. “Where’s Schuyler?”
Jack winced inwardly, Sky hated his full name and only answered to it under duress. “Out,” he replied hesitantly. “Back soon. *He’ll be* back soon,” he corrected a moment later. He still dropped words when startled.
“Hmph,” was the only response he got. “You’ll have to do then, I suppose. Despite being foreign.”
“Foreign?” Jack repeated, not sure he wanted to know what the word meant, considering the disdain in the woman’s voice.
“Not. American.”
“Oh.” Was that a bad thing? Jack wondered. The woman seemed to think so.
“Anyway, here. I have to go out so you’ll have to look after Princess for me.”
The fluff ball was thrust into his hands before he could protest and then the woman and her hard-headed personality was walking off down the corridor, Jack staring after her. He looked down at the tiny ball of fluff and found a scarily similar suspicious expression to the woman’s looking back at him. Like owner, like pet apparently. He studied the animal carefully, it looked like a dog, but it was much smaller than what he was used to and it had a bright pink ribbon around its neck. “I suppose you’re ‘Princess’,” he said, not that he expected the creature to understand Hcetwen. “Well, it looks like we’re stuck with each other until Sky gets back.”
The possibly-dog yapped sharply and Jack winced again at the high-pitched noise, the tiny fluff ball taking advantage of his distraction to jump out of his hands. He barely managed to shut the door in time to prevent the tiny yapping monster from leaving and he was rewarded for his efforts with a distinctly hostile expression. “Mutual.”
***
Sky sighed and put the bags on the floor after he tried and failed to open the door while holding them, and tried again. He stepped inside but stopped dead at the blur that passed in front of his eyes, followed by what he recognised as a heartfelt Hcetwen expletive. That was when Jack ran out of the kitchen, looking more than a little dishevelled, skidding to a stop on seeing Sky standing by the door. Sky wasn’t easily daunted, but the glare on Jack’s face promised murder. Opening his mouth to ask what was wrong, he was cut off by Jack pre-empting him.
“Princess,” he hissed and Sky blinked. Princess? What princes-- Oh god, no.
He groaned. “She didn’t.” Mrs. Montgomery’s Pekinese, of course. He couldn’t believe she’d dumped the little monster on an unsuspecting Jack. Come to that, he didn’t know why she constantly dumped the creature on him either. It wasn’t as if his job gave him time for a pet of any kind, let alone a dog. Jack was continuing though and from what little of his language Sky had picked up, it seemed Jack was either talking about a hairy little rat or a very big fire. He hoped it was the former, because he had no idea how he’d explain the second.
Speaking of, the tiny ankle biter crept behind his heels, probably looking for protection or something from the crazy man chasing her. “Don’t look at me,” he said. “You’re the one who pissed him off.” Jack gave him a betrayed look and Sky held up his hands in innocence. “Hey, don’t look at me like that. I don’t like her anymore than you do.”
Jack spat something at him, something he was very glad he didn’t understand if the accompanying hand gestures were anything to go by. “Okay, I get it. You’re mad. Just don’t put this on me, I didn’t ask her to bring Princess round today.”
“Not. The. Point,” Jack grated, switching to English, the (really quite distracting actually) accent not detracting from his anger. “That thing should be--” the words tumbled back into Hcetwen, a pretty good indicator that Jack was more than pissed off and Sky had never seen him like that before. Oh, he knew Jack had a temper, fair enough, but the other man had never been quite this angry.
“Look, Mrs. Montgomery should be back soon enough and then the dog will be gone too. Alright?”
Jack sniffed, but relaxed his confrontational stance. Just then, the doorbell went and Sky opened it quickly, praying it would be his next-door neighbour so she could take her dog back. Fortunately it was her and he heaved an inward sigh of relief as the Pekinese ran to her owner, although not before giving Jack a baleful look of her own. Politely but firmly shutting the door on the woman, he sank back against the door. When he opened his eyes, Jack was clearly still put out with him, stalking off into the bedroom and closing the door behind him.
Debating the issue quickly, Sky decided putting his stuff away could wait and followed Jack into the bedroom. Jack was lying on the bed, scowling at the ceiling and didn’t even look over as he walked into the room. Sky sat on the side of the bed, carefully not touching. He still wasn’t sure where the boundaries they had on this… thing were. “Was it that bad?” he asked quietly and Jack sighed softly.
“Horrible.”
“I know. Believe me, I know.” Jack snorted derisively and Sky smiled slightly. “Granted I don’t think I’ve ever had it as bad as you apparently did.”
Jack glared at him again, but it had lost much of its previous ire and Sky cautiously reached out a finger, tracing it softly down the side of Jack’s face. “Make it up to you?” An eyebrow rose archly, the unreadable expression a challenge in itself, but Jack didn’t pull away and Sky took that as a positive sign. The initial lack of response to his kisses was discouraging, but he continued anyway, redoubling his efforts. Jack was more than capable of stopping him if he didn’t want this. He bit down gently on Jack’s bottom lip and that seemed to break the dam, Jack’s arms coming up and round his neck as his lips parted to let Sky in.
His head whirling from the taste of Jack’s kisses, Sky didn’t notice at first when Jack’s hands slid down his side and up under his shirt, not until fingers lightly grazed his stomach and he gasped at the sensations such a soft touch sent through him. The fingers hesitated, then moved upwards a little more surely when there was no protest. With his kisses losing their restraint, Sky tore himself away from Jack’s mouth and went to work on his throat instead, slowly making his way down to Jack’s collarbone, only to find the blue shirt was in the way.
He knew he could probably take this all the way, that Jack would let him, but he wasn’t ready for that quite yet, even if Jack was. In the end, kissing and touching was about as far as it went, although granted their shirts somehow ended up on the floor, but that was beside the point. Jack’s fingers idly twined round his dogtags, brushing against his skin and he smiled slightly. He’d given up protesting. No matter how many times he’d tried, he hadn’t been able to break Jack’s habit of reaching out for them and playing with them. Oh, Jack would stop when he protested, but the fingers always snuck out again and he’d given up trying to get the other man to give up this fascination he apparently had. He didn’t really mind anymore. It was comforting, something he could hold onto among the craziness that made up his life ever since he’d been recruited by the SGC.
“Did you get any orange juice? Or ice cream?” Jack asked into the quiet. “Because that would make up for a lot.”
Sky snorted softly. “Both.”
“Good,” Jack beamed. “I think I forgive you.”