Not Quite Shakespeare
For maharetr, because she asked. Okay, she asked for Jack/Daniel and laughter, but this is apparently as close as I can get.
~450 words. No warnings, no spoilers, no ownership, alas. Thank you to adonnchaid for the lightning-fast beta, and stopping me from confusing myself.
Youre kidding, Jack pulls off his sunglasses, squinting in the harsh light as he leans closer to the squiggles on the wall.
Daniel looks down for a long moment, lips pressed firmly together. Jack notices the sheen of sweat and dust on his neck, pale tracks through the grime disappearing under his collar. Daniels t-shirt is already damp, moisture spreading along his back. The heat is punishing, baking down from above, and being reflected back from the yellow dust and stone.
Nope. Its ah And here Jack can tell that Daniels bullshit-mode has switched on, Briefing Room Language Filter humming away at high power. Its a highly graphic account of the fraught courtship of two he brushes at a curl of script incised into the wall, two warriors. The disapproval of their houses, the social stigma they endured, secret trysts he waves a hand at the wall. In painstaking detail.
Jack blinks at the deeply-cut script. He looks back down at Daniel, sitting on his heels in the dust. Historical?
No, I dont think so.
Well, its hardly unprecedented, Jack. Daniel looks up, expression earnestly bland. There are erotic carvings and figurines from every period of human history, from cave paintings and Venus figurines of the stone age to-- to
Jack cant help it. The magazine rack at the 7-11?
Daniel stops, face splitting in a grin to match Jacks. He doesnt quite laugh aloud, but Jack can see it thrumming in every line of him nonetheless. After a long moment Daniel composes himself and arches a brow, waving his hand toward the wall again. His face is very pink under the dirt. Yes, actually. But this is more like a trashy romance novel than Playboy Magazine.
Later hell find out just how much Daniel knows about trashy romance, and how. Sounded more like Romeo and Juliet, from the description.
Daniel stands and dusts his knees off, his smile brilliantly white through the dirt on his face. Not quite. More like Pyramus and Thisbe, except with two men, more sex, and a really underdeveloped narrative style.
Two men, huh. There is a long pause as he watches Daniel tracing his fingertips over the worn rock. Awful lot of work, carving this. Must have been really important to someone. Does it have a happy ending? Jack asks, looking down to where the wall disappears into the dirt.
Daniel tilts his head, looking at Jack instead of the wall. Cant say for sure yet.
You can tell me about it later. Come on, I cant wait to see Carters face when we tell her about the big wall-o-porn. He pats Daniel on the shoulder, leaving a dusty yellow handprint behind.