Pairing, word count, rating: Jack/Daniel, 300 words, teen
"I said no," Daniel frowned, tugging his shirt back down. "What happened to 'not in the field'?" He slapped Jack's hand away from his groin.
"We're not in the field," Jack pointed out, trying a stealth maneuver to get his hand down the back of his lover's pants, but Daniel sprang to his feet and stalked away.
"We're in a field, Jack! Outside!"
Jack pouted. "Daniel, we're on my land. There's nobody around except for you and me. I don't see what your problem is!"
"You don't- Jack! You got the Daedalus to beam me out here for an urgent linguistic consult just because you wanted a booty call! And then you insist on rolling around on grass that's kicking off my hay fever, and trying to strip me naked when every mosquito in a twenty mile radius is zooming in for an all-you-can-eat buffet! And you don't see what my problem is?" Daniel scowled.
"You know, you're kinda hot when you're angry," Jack said, offering up his don't hate me little boy hopeful smile. "So, no outdoor nookie, then."
Jack shrugged and climbed to his feet. He picked up his shirt, then held out his free hand. "C'mon, I've got a pot of coffee waiting back at the cabin."
Daniel scowled at him for a moment longer, then Jack wiggled his fingers. With a sigh, the younger man took his hand. "Good coffee, right?"
"Uh huh," Jack said lightly. "Nothing but the best for you."
Together, they walked hand in hand back to Jack's cabin, the silence between them one of long companionship rather than animosity. Jack pulled open the screen door and ushered his lover inside.
"So, wanna try out my new mattress?"