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SG-1 Fic: Discovering Mitchell's Happy Place

Author's Note: Written sort of on the fly for "Five things that a member of SG-1 found in Mitchell's porn stash" over at sg1_five_things here while back but now has beta beautification thanks to ivorygates. Any mistakes are my own and all feedback is welcomed and appreciated greatly.
Characters: Team, Cam/Daniel, Cam/Teal'c
Spoilers: None
Rated: R
Disclaimer: Not making a dime off these guys. Just taking them out for a spin.






Five things that a member of SG-1 found in ‎Mitchell's porn stash.


‎1.‎ A group photo of SG-1, not too long after they'd started stepping through the gate ‎as a team. Daniel's bangs still flopped over his eyes, but you could tell by looking at it ‎that he'd just run his fingers through his hair to push it back moments before. Sam stood ‎next to Daniel, trying her best for relaxed with her hands gripping the P-90, but all that ‎she managed to do was let anyone who saw the picture know that she was all business, ‎capable of throwing down with the best of them and was holding back long enough for ‎the photo to be taken. Teal'c was…was Teal'c. Never a man of many words, but they ‎weren't needed when you could see his heart so clearly captured as it was at that ‎moment. O'Neill's cap blocked the sun from his eyes, but you could see enough of his ‎face to see that the smile he wore was much more than a pose for the camera; it was ‎the look of man in his element, with those he trusted with more than just his life. It was ‎also pride, not in himself but in the people, his team and family, that surrounded him.‎


‎2.‎ A tape of Teal'c and himself in the training room. From the look of the neatly ‎typed date and time sticker along the side, the tape had been procured from security. ‎After Daniel and Carter watched for several minutes (it wasn't like they had anything ‎better to do), they were both staring at the screen; mouths hanging open in shock. Sam ‎absently toying with the collar of her shirt; face flushed, Daniel's hand reaching discretely ‎for his crotch and readjusting himself. ‎

They've just reached the point in the video where Cam submits to Teal'c, panting the ‎words out with each stroke of the large hand down his pants and calling him ‎‎Master Teal'c, when the rest of their team returns with the groceries for Daniel's ‎birthday party. Both men stop dead in their tracks to stare at the image of them playing ‎out on Cam's large screen TV. Daniel drops the remote control in his haste to turn the ‎television off and scrambles to pick the remote up. When the screen goes blank, Sam ‎protests with a loud, "Hey…" and smacks at him to grab the remote from him before ‎noticing they have company. ‎

Arms loaded with bags, Cam and Teal'c look at each other a moment before Cam grins ‎widely. "I told you they'd like it." Teal'c nods in agreement before looking at the two ‎people blushing and gaping in astonishment. "Colonel Mitchell has made copies to take ‎home with you if that is your desire."‎

Daniel turns the television back on. "Happy birthday to me…" Sam jumps up and ‎demands, "Fork it over."‎

‎3.‎ Several photos of fighter planes. Nestled in the middle is one of the first F-‎‎302s. ‎

‎4.‎ A home movie of Daniel kneeling between Cam's legs as he swallows him all the ‎way down. ‎

‎5.‎ Print-outs from of a variety of toy selections ranging from fleece-lined leather ‎cuffs to anal plugs and floggers. Each item appears to be of the finest ‎quality. They all agreed that Cam has good taste in fetish gear. Each person ‎memorizes a different product number for their own shopping carts. ‎

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