"Dr. Jackson," said General Hammond, "while you are at the conference in Chicago, I need you to pick up a package."
"Deep-dish pizza?" Daniel asked.
"You might say so," the General said. "After the conference, meet a young man in the... Palm Room in the Conservatory? Does that make sense?"
"Garfield Park. Got it."
Daniel took "after the conferance" to mean Sunday after he checked out of his hotel. He left his bag in the rental car and sauntered into the conservatory as if motivated purely by curiosity. There was only one "young man" in the palm room. He stood with his back to Daniel, looking up at the Double Palm. Daniel moved up beside him.
"Jimmy?" he asked.
"That's my name. Don't wear it out."
"My name is Daniel Jackson. I'm supposed to collect a breadboard from you."
"Yeah. Come to the men's room with me."
"Excuse me?"
"Well, I'm not going to get it out in public, am I?" The young man turned to look at Daniel, and both froze.
For starters, he wasn't all that young, although General Hammond might have had a different point of view on that. He seemed to be about Daniel's age. Also, about Daniel's height.
And with Daniel's face.
"Are you," Jimmy asked, "from around here?"
"I worked here for a while," Daniel said, "but I was raised in New York City. My parents died when I was very young."
"Mine died when I was twelve," Jimmy told him.
"You knew him?"
"Yeah, for what he was worth."
"Not brothers, then," said Daniel.
"Not unless somebody lied to somebody. You human? Magnus didn't say."
Daniel had a moment of panic, wondering how much his duplicate knew about the existence of other species and exactly who this Magnus person was, before deciding that a truthful answer could do no harm.
"Yes," he said. "You?"
"Abnormal. Don't even ask; just come in the john with me and I'll show you."
Daniel had no idea what an "abnormal" was, and that seemed like the least of his problems trailed after Jimmy, pondering. He had no idea how well his parents had got along. This man might well be his brother. Or he could be a clone. Or a mass of replicators held together by pure malice. The two men weren't exactly identical, Daniel told himself. Jimmy was scruffier. He even had the shadow of a beard. Replicators would not have those tiny differences, and the other possibilities were not immediately dangerous. He hoped not, anyway.
"'When faced with an apparently impossibe problem,'" he quoted, "eliminate the answers that cannot be true, and choose the simplest solution remaining.' I guess maybe somebody did lie to somebody, and my dad or somebody wasn't perfect." An imperfect father was actually a more comforting prospect than any of the other options.
"Doesn't really matter," Jimmy said.
Daniel followed Jimmy into a bathroom stall, worried that someone would notice two pairs of feet beneath the door, then saw the four shoes beneath the partition, and heard what their owners were doing. He was in a stall with his near-twin in THAT kind of public toilet. Things were just getting worse and worse.
"Abnormal," said Jimmy. "We're all different, but I got...."
He pulled up a tee with a polar bear eating an inuit like a popsicle and revealed a long scar.
"God," said Daniel, "what happened to you?"
"Born with it," said Jimmy. He placed Daniel's hand over it, and Daniel realized that the scar... birthmark... whatever it was was open. Fascinated, Daniel slid his hand inside, and Jimmy gasped as if he were a woman being touched.
"Sorry," Jimmy said. "It's as sensitive as...."
"Yeah," said Daniel. He withdrew his hand, holding a plastic bag with a wire-wrapped prototype board in it. General Hammond's package, no doubt.
"Be careful with that," said Jimmy. "I don't want to tell you how many border checkpoints I carried it through."
"Smuggled? Oh." Daniel's thumb traced the exterior of the pouch, which sealed firmly. Jimmy smiled and swayed a bit. The couple in the next stall were making ecstatic noises. Daniel slipped the bag into the pocket of his windbreaker. Either his curious touch or the activities in the next stall had given Jimmy something of an erection, and suddenly Daniel found himself in the same condition.
"Jimmy? On the long list of things that have happened to me today that have absolutely never happened before...."
"You want me to help you with that?"
"You're gay?" It figured. His twin was gay. Did that mean Daniel was gay? He was reacting like he was gay. He couldn't be, though, because he liked women, but he....
"Sometimes yes, sometimes no," Jimmy said. "I lived on the streets after my Dad died. You learn to do things to survive."
"You...?" Daniel felt himself wilt. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to," he told Jimmy.
"Trust me, I want to." He leaned forward and kissed Daniel. His moustache tickled, but the lips beneath it were hard, and the tongue that teased its way into Daniel's mouth almost burned. Jimmy took a step forward and pressed his whole body against Daniel, and something hard pressed against Daniel's erection, something that must be Jimmy's hard cock. Daniel felt his own manhood twitch, and he swayed, his knees suddenly weak.
"How are we going to do this?" he whispered.
Jimmy smirked at him, and Daniel felt his hands working on his belt, his zipper, and then shucking the fabric away from his hips. Jimmy's hands wrapped around him and tugged the most delicious tug, and Daniel watched a bead of clear liquid form at his tip. His arms were around Jimmy's shoulders now, which he guessed did mean he was gay or at least bi or certainly curious....
TUG.
He pressed his lips against Jimmy's mouth again, and suddenly they were kissing with abandon, kissing like lovers at the end of a long separation, kissing with a joy that....
TUG.
"Oh, my God," Daniel whispered. His eyes closed, but he felt Jimmy slide down his body, and then those wonderful lips slid over the head of his cock. Daniel's eyes flew open, and he watched the glans disappear into....
Into his own face, into lips that swirled over the swollen head, around and around and then Daniel felt himself lunge, heard his own wild cry and saw his hands in Jimmy's hair, forcing the duplicate of his own head down on a cock that was suddenly exploding in all directions.
Daniel sagged against the partition. Jimmy stood up again, catching the fluid dribbling from the corners of his mouth out of his beard with one finger and then licking the finger clean. Daniel kissed him, kissed away the evidence, surprised at the pleasant salty taste.
"Lots of guys won't do that," Jimmy said. "They won't kiss you after."
Daniel wrapped his arms around Jimmy's shoulders and kissed him again, first gently, the furiously. Only as the kiss tapered off did he become aware of the hard maleness poking into his front.
"You don't have to...." Jimmy said. Before he finished Daniel had pushed Jimmy's sweatpants down and had the other man's cock in his hands. He had to do it quickly, before he lost his nerve and remembered that he absolutely was not gay and would never ever hold another guy's balls in one hand and work a hard cock with the other one, work it until....
Jimmy bit his lip when he came and made almost no sound. When he finished he leaned forward and laid his hand on Daniel's shoulder.
"Thank you," he whispered.
Daniel had no idea what to do next, but he couldn't just stand there. He pulled some paper from the toilet roll, wiped Jimmy off and tucked him back into his trousers, then cleaned his hands and tossed the paper away. His own equipment didn't look too bad. He closed himself up, suddenly wanting very much to be out of that stall. Not only had he just had sex with another man, he had had sex with someone who might well be his own brother. How sick was that? He opened the door, staggered to the sink and scrubbed his hands under the water. Jimmy came and stood beside him.
"Daniel?" he asked. "You okay?"
"Yeah," said Daniel, still scrubbing.
"You said you never did that before," Jimmy said. "Not what you expected?"
Daniel touched a wet hand to Jimmy's face, so nearly his own face. He traced the line of that mysterious slash through the white tee, and ended with his hand on Jimmy's crotch.
"None of it was what I expected," he said.
"You gonna be okay?"
"Yes," said Daniel. He would. If he could deal with Go'auld and replicators and what he caught Sam and Janet doing that time, he could deal with having sex with his bro... not his brother. With someone who sort of looked like him but was absolutely not his brother. "I deal with weirder stuff than this on a daily basis."
"Then you must have a strange life, my friend," said Jimmy.
"I do," said Daniel, "and I have to catch a plane and get back to it."
FILL: "At the Double Palm" | NC-17 | Stargate SG-1: Daniel/Sanctuary: Jimmy
"Deep-dish pizza?" Daniel asked.
"You might say so," the General said. "After the conference, meet a young man in the... Palm Room in the Conservatory? Does that make sense?"
"Garfield Park. Got it."
Daniel took "after the conferance" to mean Sunday after he checked out of his hotel. He left his bag in the rental car and sauntered into the conservatory as if motivated purely by curiosity. There was only one "young man" in the palm room. He stood with his back to Daniel, looking up at the Double Palm. Daniel moved up beside him.
"Jimmy?" he asked.
"That's my name. Don't wear it out."
"My name is Daniel Jackson. I'm supposed to collect a breadboard from you."
"Yeah. Come to the men's room with me."
"Excuse me?"
"Well, I'm not going to get it out in public, am I?" The young man turned to look at Daniel, and both froze.
For starters, he wasn't all that young, although General Hammond might have had a different point of view on that. He seemed to be about Daniel's age. Also, about Daniel's height.
And with Daniel's face.
"Are you," Jimmy asked, "from around here?"
"I worked here for a while," Daniel said, "but I was raised in New York City. My parents died when I was very young."
"Mine died when I was twelve," Jimmy told him.
"You knew him?"
"Yeah, for what he was worth."
"Not brothers, then," said Daniel.
"Not unless somebody lied to somebody. You human? Magnus didn't say."
Daniel had a moment of panic, wondering how much his duplicate knew about the existence of other species and exactly who this Magnus person was, before deciding that a truthful answer could do no harm.
"Yes," he said. "You?"
"Abnormal. Don't even ask; just come in the john with me and I'll show you."
Daniel had no idea what an "abnormal" was, and that seemed like the least of his problems trailed after Jimmy, pondering. He had no idea how well his parents had got along. This man might well be his brother. Or he could be a clone. Or a mass of replicators held together by pure malice. The two men weren't exactly identical, Daniel told himself. Jimmy was scruffier. He even had the shadow of a beard. Replicators would not have those tiny differences, and the other possibilities were not immediately dangerous. He hoped not, anyway.
"'When faced with an apparently impossibe problem,'" he quoted, "eliminate the answers that cannot be true, and choose the simplest solution remaining.' I guess maybe somebody did lie to somebody, and my dad or somebody wasn't perfect." An imperfect father was actually a more comforting prospect than any of the other options.
"Doesn't really matter," Jimmy said.
Daniel followed Jimmy into a bathroom stall, worried that someone would notice two pairs of feet beneath the door, then saw the four shoes beneath the partition, and heard what their owners were doing. He was in a stall with his near-twin in THAT kind of public toilet. Things were just getting worse and worse.
"Abnormal," said Jimmy. "We're all different, but I got...."
He pulled up a tee with a polar bear eating an inuit like a popsicle and revealed a long scar.
"God," said Daniel, "what happened to you?"
"Born with it," said Jimmy. He placed Daniel's hand over it, and Daniel realized that the scar... birthmark... whatever it was was open. Fascinated, Daniel slid his hand inside, and Jimmy gasped as if he were a woman being touched.
"Sorry," Jimmy said. "It's as sensitive as...."
"Yeah," said Daniel. He withdrew his hand, holding a plastic bag with a wire-wrapped prototype board in it. General Hammond's package, no doubt.
"Be careful with that," said Jimmy. "I don't want to tell you how many border checkpoints I carried it through."
"Smuggled? Oh." Daniel's thumb traced the exterior of the pouch, which sealed firmly. Jimmy smiled and swayed a bit. The couple in the next stall were making ecstatic noises. Daniel slipped the bag into the pocket of his windbreaker. Either his curious touch or the activities in the next stall had given Jimmy something of an erection, and suddenly Daniel found himself in the same condition.
"Jimmy? On the long list of things that have happened to me today that have absolutely never happened before...."
"You want me to help you with that?"
"You're gay?" It figured. His twin was gay. Did that mean Daniel was gay? He was reacting like he was gay. He couldn't be, though, because he liked women, but he....
"Sometimes yes, sometimes no," Jimmy said. "I lived on the streets after my Dad died. You learn to do things to survive."
"You...?" Daniel felt himself wilt. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to," he told Jimmy.
"Trust me, I want to." He leaned forward and kissed Daniel. His moustache tickled, but the lips beneath it were hard, and the tongue that teased its way into Daniel's mouth almost burned. Jimmy took a step forward and pressed his whole body against Daniel, and something hard pressed against Daniel's erection, something that must be Jimmy's hard cock. Daniel felt his own manhood twitch, and he swayed, his knees suddenly weak.
"How are we going to do this?" he whispered.
Jimmy smirked at him, and Daniel felt his hands working on his belt, his zipper, and then shucking the fabric away from his hips. Jimmy's hands wrapped around him and tugged the most delicious tug, and Daniel watched a bead of clear liquid form at his tip. His arms were around Jimmy's shoulders now, which he guessed did mean he was gay or at least bi or certainly curious....
TUG.
He pressed his lips against Jimmy's mouth again, and suddenly they were kissing with abandon, kissing like lovers at the end of a long separation, kissing with a joy that....
TUG.
"Oh, my God," Daniel whispered. His eyes closed, but he felt Jimmy slide down his body, and then those wonderful lips slid over the head of his cock. Daniel's eyes flew open, and he watched the glans disappear into....
Into his own face, into lips that swirled over the swollen head, around and around and then Daniel felt himself lunge, heard his own wild cry and saw his hands in Jimmy's hair, forcing the duplicate of his own head down on a cock that was suddenly exploding in all directions.
Daniel sagged against the partition. Jimmy stood up again, catching the fluid dribbling from the corners of his mouth out of his beard with one finger and then licking the finger clean. Daniel kissed him, kissed away the evidence, surprised at the pleasant salty taste.
"Lots of guys won't do that," Jimmy said. "They won't kiss you after."
Daniel wrapped his arms around Jimmy's shoulders and kissed him again, first gently, the furiously. Only as the kiss tapered off did he become aware of the hard maleness poking into his front.
"You don't have to...." Jimmy said. Before he finished Daniel had pushed Jimmy's sweatpants down and had the other man's cock in his hands. He had to do it quickly, before he lost his nerve and remembered that he absolutely was not gay and would never ever hold another guy's balls in one hand and work a hard cock with the other one, work it until....
Jimmy bit his lip when he came and made almost no sound. When he finished he leaned forward and laid his hand on Daniel's shoulder.
"Thank you," he whispered.
Daniel had no idea what to do next, but he couldn't just stand there. He pulled some paper from the toilet roll, wiped Jimmy off and tucked him back into his trousers, then cleaned his hands and tossed the paper away. His own equipment didn't look too bad. He closed himself up, suddenly wanting very much to be out of that stall. Not only had he just had sex with another man, he had had sex with someone who might well be his own brother. How sick was that? He opened the door, staggered to the sink and scrubbed his hands under the water. Jimmy came and stood beside him.
"Daniel?" he asked. "You okay?"
"Yeah," said Daniel, still scrubbing.
"You said you never did that before," Jimmy said. "Not what you expected?"
Daniel touched a wet hand to Jimmy's face, so nearly his own face. He traced the line of that mysterious slash through the white tee, and ended with his hand on Jimmy's crotch.
"None of it was what I expected," he said.
"You gonna be okay?"
"Yes," said Daniel. He would. If he could deal with Go'auld and replicators and what he caught Sam and Janet doing that time, he could deal with having sex with his bro... not his brother. With someone who sort of looked like him but was absolutely not his brother. "I deal with weirder stuff than this on a daily basis."
"Then you must have a strange life, my friend," said Jimmy.
"I do," said Daniel, "and I have to catch a plane and get back to it."
"If you're ever in Chicago again...."
"I will," said Daniel, knowing he never would.