Cross Cycling

Author: Orrymain
Category: Slash, Drama, Romance, Established Relationship
Pairing: Jack/Daniel ... and it's all J/D
Rating: PG-13
Season: 3 - August 15-16, 1999
Spoilers: Fair Game (very minor)
Written: May 7, November 6-7, 2011, January 1, 2012, October 17, 2015, May 4-5, 2016, March 27,29, 2021
Summary: Jack and Daniel have another adventure, a cross affair that has more than one meaning.
Disclaimer: Usual disclaimers -- not mine, wish they were, especially Daniel, and Jack, too, but they aren't. A gal can dream though!
1) Silent, unspoken thoughts by various characters are indicated with ~ in front and behind them, such as ~Where am I?~
2) This fic stands alone, but it does reference my other fic(s): “Hide and Seek”
3) Thanks to my betas who always make my fics better: Mama Bear!

Cross Cycling
by Orrymain

“Jack, if we're going to go, let's go,” Daniel insisted anxiously as he stared at his lover in the bedroom.

“Daniel, it's not even 0500 yet,” Jack reminded as he slipped on his ragged jeans.

“That's the idea,” the archaeologist groaned.

“What's your hurry?”

“What's my ...” Incredulously, Daniel extended his arms outward to his sides and exclaimed, “Look at me!”

With a wicked grin, the older man expressed a happy and excited, “Yeah!”


Daniel rolled his eyes at Jack's look of want and lust, although deep inside, he felt both grateful and embarrassed by it. He still wasn't used to being the object of such desire as the other man had for him, especially since he was seeing more of it than ever now that he lived with the colonel at Jack's suburban house.

“Since when are you in such a hurry?” Jack questioned as he continued to dress. “Normally, I can't even get you to open an eyelid before noon on a day off.”

“I repeat, look at me,” Daniel spoke dryly with a bland expression on his face.

Jack smiled broadly as he took in his Love's presence. It had taken some doing to get Daniel to put on this special attire. He chuckled inwardly as he thought about how Daniel ended up in this unique outfit.

The colonel and the archaeologist placed a bet over how long it would take Daniel to complete a personnel review of the civilian members of his team. As the head of the entire scientific department for the archaeological and anthropological sides of SGC studies, Daniel was responsible for the annual reviews, but performance appraisals weren't necessarily his highest priorities or favorite things to do. He procrastinated more than he'd intended. Of course, it didn't help that Jack scheduled two extra SG-1 team meetings and a training session during the appraisal period or that he'd arranged for one of the files to disappear for several days. Ultimately, Daniel's losing the bet was not the result of his lover's actions, but rather, the recent negotiations with Thor of the Asgard and three Goa'uld System Lords that resulted in Earth becoming a protected planet.

Dressed as he was, the archaeologist was eager to get out of the neighborhood to avoid being seen in his edgy outfit. He had no one to blame but himself for the unusual getup since he was the one who purchased the ensemble while on vacation with Jack in San Francisco. In fact, he'd won his own bet at the time as a result of wearing what he considered to be a costume.

“I *am* looking,” Jack replied to his frustrated partner.

“Jack, stop looking and get dressed. I am *not* leaving this house once the sun comes up,” Daniel declared sternly. Staring at his watch, he pointed out, “And that's in one hour and fourteen minutes.” Seeing the other man's lustful leer continuing, he advised, “I'll wait downstairs.”

Jack couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head in amazement at his sexy geek.

~Distance doesn't help, Angel,~ Jack mused inwardly about his lover's retreat. He also thought it was funny that Daniel was so well aware of when sunrise would occur. It was still plenty dark out, but the colonel wasn't about to take any chances. He liked the odds for a great day and a fiery night with his archaeologist. ~Geez, I'm glad I talked you into keeping that outfit.~

Daniel's outfit was far removed from his everyday personality and image. It included tight-fitting leather pants, a black belt with a large bronze-colored pirate belt buckle affixed to it, a black shirt featuring a skull and crossbones design, a black leather jacket, and black boots with no less than four buckle straps on them. Also adorning the scientist's body was a studded choker worn around his neck and a single dangling earring in the shape of an angel that hung on his right earlobe. Sunglasses were hung on the black shirt in expectation of being needed during the sunrise ride. He looked like a genuine rocker and motorcycle enthusiast.

~I don't believe I'm going to admit this,~ Jack found himself thinking as he continued to dress, ~but, crap, too bad he has short hair now. Maybe we could buy a wig.~


In the living room, Daniel looked down at the leather attire and sighed. He was amazed he'd agreed to keep the costume in the first place, though he also had to admit it led to a great time in San Francisco. While he'd never say it out loud, he was actually looking forward to taking it off that night when things were bound to heat up, thanks to his colonel, who he was sure would be all hot and bothered by the end of the day.

“Let's get going,” Jack called out, bounding down the stairs eagerly.

Daniel's mouth opened as he took in his teammate, friend, and romantic partner.

“Danny, sun's coming up.”

“It's not the only thing.”


“Uh, nothing,” Daniel responded, dismissing his own lascivious thoughts which had been aroused by Jack's casual yet enticing garb. ~1969 was a very good year.~

The colonel was wearing the exact outfit he'd acquired on SG-1's wayward trek back into time, when the year was 1969. He wore powder blue jeans, a white undershirt, and black leather jacket. On his head was a black tam with colorful markings. He, too, sported sunglasses, though his were in his jacket pocket. While the attire was simplistic, it was often the basics that got Daniel's juices flowing. That's why Jack's gray sweats were among Daniel's favorite pieces of clothing to see his lover in, and when things heated up, to take off.

The lovers retrieved their rented motorcycles from the garage and prepared for their trek.

“I hope you know what we're doing,” Daniel expressed with some skepticism about the plans to explore the countryside.

“No worries,” Jack assured.

“Right,” an unconvinced Daniel replied. “Uh, Jack?”


“How do you turn this on?”

Jack chuckled as he assisted his Love appropriately.


For the most part, Jack and Daniel were enjoying their day of riding. The Sunday weather thus far was pleasant. As noon approached, the temperature was in the low seventies, the scattered clouds adding beauty to the picturesque scenes surrounding them. Occasionally, they stopped to take pictures with the digital camera Daniel borrowed from Stargate Command. He was planning on purchasing one of his own soon, but with a hectic SGC schedule, he'd yet to find the time to shop.

The two men were riding in a northwesterly direction, using off-highway roads and trails.

Jack, experienced on motorcycles and other similar recreational equipment, was confident and at ease during the trip, whereas Daniel was highly focused on making sure he didn't crash the cycle. As he gripped the handles, the archaeologist concentrated solely on the vehicle's operation.

As he followed his life partner, Daniel wondered what it must have been like to explore this area back when the only transportation was horseback or wagon train. He was so lost in thought that he didn't see Jack turn off to the left. He kept going straight, his mind imagining traversing the land on foot as many pioneers did when forging the way west. His mind drifted even further back in time as he thought about the dinosaurs of prehistoric times. The gigantic creatures roamed in Colorado. Maybe they'd even stepped where he was now riding.

A few minutes later, a rabbit darted across the road in front of the lost-in-thought archaeologist. In an instant, he swerved sharply to avoid hitting the fluffy creature.

~Okay, that was close, too close,~ Daniel noted as he regained control of his bike. That's also when he realized that his soulmate was nowhere to be seen. He came to a stop and looked around. “I hate it when this happens,” he verbalized in remorse at being left to his own devices. Looking around and seeing nothing but nature, he groaned inwardly, ~Good job, Jackson. You're lost. Worse, you have no one to blame but yourself.~


Enjoying the feeling of slicing through the air, Jack was loving his ride. All of a sudden, though, his stomach began to stir. Something was off, but he wasn't sure what it was. He glanced back and did a double take at the empty pavement.

“Danny? Daniel?” Jack turned the bike around and stared back at the direction he'd come. “I must have missed a damsel in distress.”

More frustrated than worried, Jack headed back, figuring he would meet his Love head on somewhere down the road.


Backtracking, Daniel breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Jack heading his direction at top speed. He pulled off to the side of the road, pulled down his sunglasses, and waited.

Jack pulled up alongside his lover and asked, "Where the heck did you go?"

"Straight ahead."

"I turned left, Daniel. I was right in front of you. Why didn't you turn left, too?"

"I was busy with the dinosaurs."

"Oooookay," Jack responded, unsure what to make of the remark. "You okay to keep going?"


"Good. Turn this thing back on and pay attention."

"Yes, Sir, Colonel, Sir," the younger man snapped, giving Jack a sloppy salute.

Jack merely grunted as he verified no traffic coming in either direction and made a U-turn.


In spite of the brief separation, the lovers were enjoying their ride in the open spaces. The weather was great with temperatures in the mid- to high seventies.

When Jack made a sudden turn that felt to Daniel like the colonel either almost missed a turnoff or made a last minute change, the archaeologist followed accordingly, refusing to second guess the quick change in course.

After six hours on the bike, Daniel's rear end was getting sore. He honked his horn as he pulled over to the side of the road.

Hearing the horn, Jack glanced back and turned his bike around to join his partner.

"Something wrong?"

"Yes. We've been riding for hours, Jack. My butt is sore and my stomach is hungry. I haven't seen anything on this road but ... your backside."

"Good view," the older man teased.

"Jack, where are we?"


"Excuse me?"

"We're on a shortcut."

"Jack, we weren't really going anywhere in particular, so how can we be on a shortcut?"

"It's a shortcut to nowhere," Jack quipped.

"Right," Daniel replied in disbelief. "I'm hungry."

"Fine. Let's eat." Jack looked around and said, "Follow me." He left the main road and traversed over the rough terrain of the countryside, the wheels on the motorcycle occasionally losing grip, forcing Jack's legs to keep the bike from falling over. "Here's the spot," he said, parking his motorcycle near a big rock with one lone very thin tree providing the narrowest strip of shade.

"Shady spot," Daniel sighed.

"It's part of the overall experience."


Standing, Jack stepped to the tank box and opened it. He removed a jar of peanut butter, a small package of crackers, four slices of bread secured in a Ziploc bag, and two bottles of spring water.

"You're kidding?" Daniel asked incredulously. "You told me you were bringing sandwiches."

"That was before you demanded to leave before sunrise. I grabbed this stuff on the way out of the house."

The younger man bowed his head and shook it negatively. He spread out his arms helplessly, did his own recon of the rock, walking it around it twice, before he sat down next to Jack in front of the slender tree.

"Give me the peanut butter and crackers. Please tell me you brought utensils."

"Sorry. Forgot."

Frustrated, Daniel took the jar and dipped half a cracker into the jar in order to create something worth eating.

"You're angry," Jack groaned.

"I'm cross," Daniel corrected.

"Same thing."

"Jack, you're the one who always says to be prepared. This is not being prepared."

"I was distracted, Angel."

Daniel rolled his eyes, seeing the lust in Jack's eyes and knowing the outfit was getting the blame for the colonel's lack of attention to normal detail. Then he decided he might as well take advantage of a bad situation. If he couldn't make his stomach happy, he could make other parts of him extremely pleased.

With a cracker topped by the peanut butter, Daniel lured his Love with, "Come here, big boy."

The rest, as they say, was afternoon delight.


The lovers slowly drove into the driveway of Jack's country-style home.

"Daniel ..."

"Don't talk to me, Jack. You said you checked the weather."

"I was distracted."

"Stop saying that. You're a freakin' colonel, Special Ops trained. You prattle on all the ..."

"I do *not* prattle. Carter prattles."

"Call it what you want, but it rained, Jack, and I didn't bring a poncho or any type of rain gear."

"You're so sexy wet," Jack opined, almost drooling from the image of a wet, naked Daniel.

"How do you explain getting lost?" Daniel spat. "It was your responsibility to bring a map."

"My dad always winged it. I'm just a chip of the old block."

"More like an old block," Daniel accused as he opened the garage door since Jack hadn't done yet.

"Danny, I admit I should have taken the map, but it was so simple. Go straight this far, turn left for that far, zig right for ..."

"Your zig fell flat."

"No one's perfect," Jack rationalized as he walked the motorcycle into the garage. "You don't need to be so pissed off about it."

"I had about three hours of sleep last night, got up before the sun, put on this ridiculous outfit just to humor you, am starving for food, was drenched by forecasted rain in the early evening, got lost because you're too macho to look at a map, and now I'm tired. I'm going inside and when I take off this outfit, it's going into the trash. I'm going to find something to eat and then, Colonel, I'm going to bed ... alone!"

"Danny! Oh, geez. Angel, a man's only human."


Daniel only got as far as to taking off his biker jacket when his lover shimmied up close to him. Bodily reactions forbade the archaeologist from rebuffing the advances. The next thing he knew, food was forgotten, replaced by passionate lust and need.

"Am I forgiven?" Jack asked as he held his naked and sweaty lover in his arms as they settled after their vigorous round of lovemaking. ~Naked and sweaty is even better than naked and wet.~

"You will be."

"Will be?" Jack questioned. "When?"

"After you return those motorcycles, take that outfit to the dump, and refund me the cost of the wasted rental."


"You didn't follow through on your promises to keep me safe, well nourished, and dry."

Jack grumbled, but agreed, albeit reluctantly, "Deal."

The two remained in bed and soon began another joining of their bodies. Dinner came with the late night news.


The next day, Daniel returned to work at the Mountain, but Jack had the morning off since he would actually have to work late at SGC, subbing for General Hammond, who had a meeting with the Joint Chiefs at an undisclosed location.

The colonel's main goal for the first part of his day was to earn Daniel's full forgiveness. He began by returning the bikes to the rental company. A trip to the bank resulted in the cash he needed to return to the archaeologist. Jack sighed at the thought that his failure to adequately prepare for the adventure was the result of Daniel being so cross with him. Still, he couldn't complain. Their afternoon delight was definitely memorable as was their evening waltz in bed.

At home, Jack placed the cash into an envelop and left it by the fish tank in the living room. Daniel always checked on his fish when he arrived home, so that was a good place to leave the money.

Next on the 'to do' list, Jack gathered up the biker outfit and accessories and placed them into a box. He was about to carry it to his truck, when he stopped. Instead, he retrieved the ladder and carried the box up to the storage rack. He found a spot in the front left corner, completely out of sight and hidden by other storage items, and placed the box and its contents there.

~Sorry, Angel, but you're one hot, sexy thang in this. Timing is everything; one day, I'll get you to wear this again.~

For Jack and Daniel, life was a constant adventure. Stepping through the Stargate every few days or so was thrilling and risky, but nothing was as exhilarating as being together. Life was transitioning now that the couple lived under the same roof, but neither had any clue of the eternal nature of their future as yet. For now, it was day by day, but that was fine with them. They loved each other, and they believed where love existed, there was always hope for the best of futures.

~~Finis - Finished - Done - The End - But is it ever Really?~~

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