I Thought He Was My Friend

I wanted him.

The moment he stepped out of the Stargate, I knew I wanted Daniel Jackson.

But I have to plan this carefully. It’s obvious Daniel’s never been with a man and I found him even more appealing. He has blue eyes, so deep and expressive, long legs, strong chest that tapered to narrow hips all the way to his ass. His totally fuckable ass. His fatigues curve around that tight, pert butt I knew hid that tiny opening no one has ever touched. But it will be, by me.

The problem was the Colonel. Always around when I dropped by Daniel’s office. He looks at me as he knew I jerk off with the image of Daniel’s pale body writhing underneath me. In pain or in pleasure. It didn’t matter.

For a time, I thought they were lovers; the way they are to each other, it was obvious. But I knew Daniel was still a virgin in that way. I caught a glimpse of him in the showers, back twisting as he tried to reach for the soap, his white ass clenching and unclenching as he tippy toed. I left, the heavy weight of my arousal forced me to duck into one of the rooms and jerk off. I thought of Daniel, bent over the desk in his office, butt clenching around my cock. I came so hard, I nearly passed out.

I got to know him. Dropped by with enough of Fernman’s digital images of P8J-65R for Daniel to call me “Frank” now instead of Sergeant. Sometimes we exchange small talk and I drop enough tidbits for Daniel to find out I was a hobby Egyptologist. We talked about exhibits we saw, articles read. I knew squat but I’m a good researcher and good at absorbing facts. I don’t think Daniel noticed though. We’ve been playing around like this until it became perfectly natural for me just to drop by. Usually the
Colonel’s in there and he gives me that hard look so I never stayed for really long.

And then, the impossible happened. The colonel resigned. Rumors were flying around how he stolen Tollan technology; although I have to agree they’re a bunch of high nose, condescending aliens. Makepeace was now the CO for SG-1. Shit. I knew Makepeace also had designs on my Daniel. He’s mine, Makepeace.

I knocked on Daniel’s office, no O’Neill hanging around. I knew I saw Daniel come in.
I knocked again and then I heard it; frantic breathing, someone with a hand over their mouths. No. he’s mine. Mine!

I burst into the room with a kick. Makepeace pulled away from Daniel with a smirk. Daniel, my beautiful Daniel, was white, pressed up to a corner of his office, his pants undone. But nothing else.

“What the hell?” I didn’t have to fake my outrage. “Doctor Jackson?”

Makepeace, the smug bastard, stepped back and smirked. His uniform was in place. You couldn’t tell he just tried to force his tongue Daniel’s throat.

“We leave 0900 tomorrow, Jackson.” Makepeace then went out the other door.

“Hey!” I stepped into the office to give chase. I wanted to kill the scum.

“Frank, no,” Daniel stopped me with a weak voice and I pivoted around and went straight for Daniel.

“Doctor Jackson?” I gripped Daniel’s shoulders. “Daniel, are you all right?”

He looked shaken but nodded. He fumbled for his pants and I looked away to give him some privacy, but also so I wouldn’t be tempted. Not now. I needed to stick to my plan.

“I should report this,” I said, but I knew Daniel wouldn’t. He has too good of a heart.

“No, Frank, it was just a little misunderstanding?”

“The hell it is,” I couldn’t stop myself from snarling. It surprised Daniel and he placed a hand on my arm. I turned back around and looked down. Daniel stood a good five inches shorter than me; perfect height. I could fuck him standing up easily.

Daniel convinced me not to say anything. I think I got into Daniel’s good graces when I insisted on dropping by more often. To top it off, I spoke with Teal’c to watch out for Daniel, which he appreciated even more. Though, I think the Jaffa is suspicious of me.

We became better friends at this point. I would like to think it wasn’t because I look like O’Neill when he was younger, but I catch Daniel’s wistful look at me. Soon, Daniel.

While O’Neill went back to his lover or whatever in Endora, I cajoled Daniel out to dinner. He looked depressed when O’Neill left. I was trying really hard not to celebrate. I listened to Daniel as he talked about O’Neill, his wife, his friends. He’s beginning to trust me.

I started to prod Daniel into thinking about how O’Neill didn’t deserve him. Nothing obvious, but just pointing out O’Neill’s been treating him like dirt; he was getting chummy with Major Carter. Daniel seemed to get more despondent; all the more receptive to my companionship.

The day we planned to go to dinner, we heard the klaxons blared.

O’Neill came back.