Title: Stories From the Table: The Storage Closet

Author: DebA

Date: 3/10/03

Feedback: deboraha6@aol.com 

Rating: R

Pairing: Jack/Daniel

Catagory: Slash, ER, Comfort

Status: Complete

Series: Stories From the Table Series

Season: any

Spoilers: none

Archive: Alpha Gate, Area %2 and wherever Miz mayor is archiving the series

Notes: This hasn't been alpha'd or beta'd by anyone but me so please take that into consideration. Thanks to Miz Mayor DebiC for bringing this idea to our attention. I hope this is up to par with the rest of the writers who shine here every day. I would like to thak Jo and Dev who keep me laughing and help me in my feeble attempts to write.

Disclaimer: Stargate SG1 is the sole property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/ U/A, Double Secret productions and Gekko Productions. I donot own them and am indeed only playing with them. I am now making any money and am paying for everything I own so there is little point in suing me. the story is for entertainment peuposes only. the original situations, characters and story are mine.

Stories from the Table: The Storage Closet

by DebA

I am a table. I am a rectangular four-foot wide by eight-foot long, golden oak table with lots of grain, a leg on each corner, and a polyurethane sealant. This is important, because though it removes me from the level of `fine' furniture, it adds to my versatility and my longevity. I was purchased in the early 90's by the U.S. Air force Quartermaster in a spasm of upgrades for the offices of NORAD. After I was delivered, I was reassigned to a priority slot in a new command under the mountain, cryptically referred to as SGC. I can seat eight formally, ten comfortably, and twelve friendly. Because I was purchased without chairs, I knew that my life would be one of utilitarianism, not formal dining. In other words, I'll see a lot of service of all kinds.

*****

My time in the infirmary is done. I am no longer needed. The new cabinet for supplies was delivered and placed where I stood. I am carried down the hall by two military guys, one short and one tall.

"Hey Corporal, where are we taking it?"

"Down the hall to the supply room, Joe. A set of shelves finally collapsed from that water leak from 3 weeks ago. The new ones won't be in for a couple of days."

I am juggled and jostled as I move down the hall, around the corner from the infirmary and into a small room, the warm hands of my transport crew supporting me at each end.

I find I have been moved into a dark space, and pressed up against a wall. The room has several sets of shelves with paper supplies stacked on them. There are several bundles of supplies on the floor below me where I am standing. These supplies are removed from the floor. Strange looking containers in the shape of a round circle, very shallow, boxes of pads, pens, batteries, rubber bands, paper clips, all find their way to my surface.

Once the Tall Military Corporal person and the Short Military Joe person are finished stacking the supplies from the collapsed shelf, they leave and there is darkness all around. I don't mind, I do my duty, dark or light, rain or shine. Not that I would know if it was raining down here inside this mountain. After all, I am only a table.

Time passes. The light goes on, a military type person gathers needed supplies and the room becomes dark again. I quietly do my duty, keeping supplies dry, and available to the tall, medium, and short military people who come to see me.

"Jack, no. What are you doing?" I hear a voice outside the room which holds this table.

"Come on, Daniel. In here, just a few minutes. No one is looking and there aren't any cameras in here."

The door opens, bright light spilling in from the hall illuminating my surface. Tall Civilian Daniel and Tall Military Jack stumble into the room and against my edge. Tall Civilian Daniel places his hands on my surface, steadying himself as Tall Military Jack leans back and locks the door behind them.

Suddenly, Tall Civilian Daniel is seated on me, his warm behind scooting back a little, getting more comfortable.

"Jack, this is a bad idea." Tall Civilian Daniel's voice, although low, seductive and warm, holds a note of warning. He says this though even as he leans back, hands on my surface supporting him, his right foot wrapped around one of my legs.

"Come on, Daniel. Just a few minutes. I haven't seen you all day." As I feel Tall Military Jack press against me between Tall Civilian Daniel's legs, I hear sounds of kissing. Wet, sucking noises, intermittently punctuated with moans.

Tall Civilian Daniel suddenly leans forward on my surface, grabs Tall Military Jack and pulls him closer to himself and to me. I feel the scrape of metal from the buckle on Tall Military Jack's belt. Tall Civilian Daniel has opened the belt and I hear the ticking noise of a zipper being lowered. Against my edge, I feel soft hands, knuckles, as Tall Civilian Daniel caresses Tall Military Jack's groin through the soft cotton of his clothes, also brushing against me .

"Oh God, Daniel. Yes, that feels so good." I hear more wet sucking noises as the two continue to kiss. Tall Civilian Daniel is squirming, keeping my surface warm. Boxes of supplies are being displaced as their movement becomes more frantic.

"Jack, *kiss* We have a meeting *bite* in a few minutes with *moan* the General *kiss*. "

"I know Daniel *moan*. But it's going to be hours *kiss* , and hours *smack*, and hours *growl* until we can go *kiss* home *moan*.

These sounds continue for a few minutes and then, I hear a resigned sigh. There is the clicking sound of a zipper being raised and the clink of the belt being buckled. There continues to be sounds of kissing, moaning and wet sucking as these two straighten their clothes.

"I just wanted to *kiss* hold you. Since I can't use this table for what I want to use it for, *kiss* this will have *sucking noise* to do *moan*." I make note that some of these sounds are coming from Tall Civilian Daniel, too.

As I stand there, another warm bottom is placed on my surface. I feel hands pushing boxes out of the way as Tall Military Jack's legs and bottom scoot in behind Tall Civilian Daniel's back, legs and bottom. "Just let me hold you for a little while." Tall Military Jack's voice is very soft.

"I'd like that, very much." Tall Civilian Daniel leans back, hands wrapped around Tall Military Jack's thighs, his knuckles against my surface and, sighing, turns his face into the crook of Tall Military Jack's neck.

I can, at this time, only offer a place for comfort to these two who seek a little love and warmth. I do what I can.

Yes I am a Table. I am rectangular four foot wide by eight feet long, golden oak table with lots of grain, a leg on each corner, and a polyurethane sealant. Because I was purchased without chairs, I knew that my life would be one of utilitarianism not formal dining. In other words, I will see lots of service to all kinds.