Fic Post : Blowtorch
Title: Blowtorch
Prompt 02: How to Cook for Guests While Your Kitchen Is Being Repaired
Author: Cirisse
Fandom: Jack/Daniel (SG-1)
Genre: Slash, Humor, Established Relationship, Ficlet
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate.
Summary: “Jack, are you using a flame gun to cook scrambled eggs?”
Warnings: Unrepentant-Fluff™, Lacks plot/smut
Jack O’Neill winced at the sound of the back door slamming. Oh crap. Daniel’s awake. He could hear the deliberate footsteps making their way along the frozen garden towards him. The footsteps paused about two feet away, only the sound of Daniel sniffling breaking the tension.
This lack of speaking was unusual. He waited for the inevitable question:
“Jack, are you using a flame gun to cook scrambled eggs?”
“It’s a blowtorch”
The silence was painful now.
Jack carefully turned of the blue flame, and turned to stare at Daniel who was trying to glare seriously while fighting with the broken zip on his parka.
“Oh c’mon Danny! Carter and Teal’c are gonna wake up soon expecting a full O’Neill breakfast. We’ve already let them go to sleep without feeding them. I’m not gonna be the one to inform a very hungry Jaffa there’s no breakfast either.”
The archaeologist gave up on the zip and rubbed his eyes with the back on his hand.
“I can’t believe you’re being snarky with me. I wasn’t the one who put pizza in the microwave - and exploded our kitchen,” said Daniel pointing in the general direction of the house.
Jack felt the pink flush creeping along his neck, and started inspecting the interesting patterns his boots had made on the snow. “Exploded is a bit of an exaggeration.” he mumbled, “It’s only lightly singed.”
“It will take weeks to repair the damage”
Carefully placing the torch back on the worktop, Jack considered his options.
Okay so I’m in trouble. Not that you could blame him. I did nearly destroy the whole house with the whole team inside. This is gonna need more than one night of lemme-make-it-up-to-you sex...
With a resigned groan, he turned back to Daniel.
“Look I know how hard you’ve been trying to get this ‘team-bonding’ weekend to happen in the first place. So - being the hopeless romantic I am -- I might’ve tried to do something nice for you and… well make you some pizza. In the microwave”
Daniel’s expression softened immediately and he stepped forward and gave Jack a sympathetic squeeze on the shoulder. Jack visibly relaxed and returned the goodwill with an impish grin.
“Sooooo” Daniel drawled, mercifully attempting to change the subject “What else are we making for our guests, besides your scorched egg speciality?”
“Barbecue something. Sausages, bacon -”
“I have one word for you. Cholesterol.”
Jack scowled. It was just like Daniel to rain on his parade. He threw a narrow glance at his friend, who was staring firmly at the horizon, his lips tightly pressed together in a desperate attempt to keep a straight face. Relieved that Janet was not going to get a chance to lecture him, Jack pulled Daniel’s body next to his and ruffled the unkempt hair. Daniel’s attempt to duck away only earned him a long overly friendly embrace.
“Uh, umm… think of the neighbours…”
Jack pressed his fingers against Daniel’s mouth to quiet him, tracing the curve of his lower lip and revelling in the returned caress, only stopping to whisper:
“All we need now is the coffee”
Caffeine-lust flickered in Daniel’s eyes for a heartbeat, before his face fell.
“I’m guessing the kettle was destroyed in the massive pizza explosion of doom?” he said mournfully.
Jack nodded, then leant over and bit Daniel’s neck.
“Uh…Never mind.” Daniel breathed, throwing his head back and relaxing into the touch. “I guess I’ll have to make some with the hot water from the radiator.”
Daniel felt Jack’s mouth curve into a smile that reflected his own and then, almost as if nothing had happened, Jack smugly flipped his visor back over his eyes and returned to blackening the eggs. Daniel just raised his eyebrows and wandered off towards the tool shed. Again, the garden was hushed, but this time it was much more pleasant, a Zen-like calm only broken by the occasional twitter of a bird up early for its worm.
A twinge in his back, from hunching over or perhaps the cold, provided Jack with the perfect opportunity to watch Daniel covertly over his shoulder. Daniel had already gone straight into archaeologist mode; carefully wheeling the barbecue out of their shed like it was some sort of long-lost artifact he had just unearthed. His low hum faded in and out of earshot, numb fingers fluttering over the chrome grill, poking at the shiny buttons like a kid fascinated with his new toy.
Jack rolled his eyes. Daniel was so easily amused.
A/N: In case you are wondering:
- You can cook things with a blowtorch (see epic Top Gear episode)
- Pizza will not explode your kitchen. It can, and probably will, destroy your microwave. *Sigh*
- Criticism using Jack’s flame-gun is welcome ^-^