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With love to all the kissing fests and memes that paved the way ...




Jack/Daniel Kissathon

No rules, no schedule, no sign-ups, just kisses!


first kisses dirty kisses hot kisses reunion kisses old-married-couple kisses chaste kisses aggressive kisses soft-touch-of-lips kisses porntastic kisses stolen kisses rough kisses sweet kisses private kisses tonsil-sucking kisses soft kisses sweaty kisses shmoopy kisses shower kisses tender kisses angsty kisses loooong kisses surprise kisses public kisses last kisses


Here's the list of ficlets.

Goodbye Kiss

Date: 2007-10-28 06:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] entrenous.livejournal.com
They argued for hours.

Escalating until, in a flash of anger, Jack swept his arm across the dining table, knocking two empty coffee mugs, a pile of unread mail, two of Daniel’s books and some legal pads onto the floor.

Ignoring the outburst, Daniel closed his eyes a moment, then calmly stood and slapped his notebook closed. He yanked the power cord from the wall, gathered his books and legal pads from the floor, tucked them all under his arm and stomped back to the study, slamming the door behind him. Jack heard the soft click of the door lock and thought, well that went well.

Grabbing his Gor-Tex coat and gloves and black knit skull cap, Jack went outside. It always snowed on the weekends. Something about exhaust fumes and the putrid cloud that always hovered over Denver this time of year caused the clouds to gather during the week until, finally, it built up enough to dump tons of snow over the whole Front Range. By Monday it would stop, only to make getting to work a pain in the ass, melt through the week, and then start over again on Friday night.

He grabbed the snow shovel leaning against the garage door. It was a dry snow, powder-like, light and fluffy, like white ash. Made the fresh stuff easier to shovel, but on the roads, it packed down tighter than wet snow and took forever to melt.

It was peaceful outside. Something about the thick low clouds acted as a natural muffler over the city. Jack shoveled the driveway until his arms ached and his back twinged, and he couldn't feel his nose anymore. He came back in, stomped snow off his boots, warmed up by the fireplace a moment, and cleaned up the mess from his outburst, realizing as he did so that he was still angry, but at himself or Daniel, he couldn’t tell anymore.

The house was quiet without Daniel tapping away on his laptop nearby, stopping to hmm thoughtfully then scribble on one of his unfilled legal pads, rustle a few pages in his notes or a book, repeat. Jack would read the newspaper, putter around the house, and remind Daniel to get up an d stretch, give his eyes a break. He even managed to coax him back to the bedroom now and then. It was companionable, and comfortable, and not a bad way to spend a snowy weekend.

Now the silence was oppressive. He missed having Daniel nearby. Even if they weren’t doing anything, he liked knowing he was there, hearing Daniel do Daniel things. Know he could walk up behind Daniel anytime and plant a soft kiss on this top of his head, or the nape of his neck, or just wrap his arms around him, feel Daniel relax and melt against him, just for a moment, before letting him get back to work. Today hadn’t really worked out that way. But Daniel couldn’t stay in that office forever. And Jack wasn’t going to be the one responsible for keeping him there.

He sighed, groaned, shuffled back to the study, knocked on the door. “Daniel,” he said, “open up.” No immediate reply. He’d kill the bastard if he was napping in there. “Daniel.”

“Not until you admit you’re wrong,” Daniel said.

“I’m willing to admit you think I’m wrong.”

“Ja-ack.” Only Daniel could make two syllables out of a one syllable name.

“I’m willing to admit that maybe I overreacted a tad,” Jack reasoned.

“A tad?”

Jack thonked his head on the door. “Daniel. I’m trying to be reasonable here, so cut me some slack, willya?”

The door opened. Daniel stood on the other side, arms folded, jaw set. He was wearing that damn yellow sweater over jeans, and he looked beautiful. Jack hated that sweater. Without words, Jack lurched forward, grabbed Daniel’s head, pressed his lips to Daniel’s. Daniel responded at once, lips moist, and warm, and god, so tender it hurt Jack inside. They kissed and kissed. Kissed like they were saying goodbye.

Jack touched his forehead to Daniel’s.

“It’s only for a year, Jack,” Daniel said softly.

He put a finger over Daniel’s lips. Jack couldn’t talk about it anymore. He was done talking. “Just…promise me one thing.”

Daniel sighed, relief mixed with anguish, as Jack reached up to touch his face. “What?”

“Promise me you’ll come back in one piece?” Jack looked down at the yellow sweater again. “One solid piece?”

Daniel’s breath whispered over Jack’s lips as he leaned forward. “I promise.”

Re: Goodbye Kiss

Date: 2007-10-28 06:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jd-junkie.livejournal.com
Oh, this is lovely. I love the sense of domesticity and home; that Jack's home isn't Jack's home without Daniel being Daniel in it.
Nice work. :-)

Re: Goodbye Kiss

Date: 2007-10-28 07:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] entrenous.livejournal.com
I wonder if maybe that's why Jack decided to sell his home and move to Washington. Then duty and circumstance kept Jack in Washington even when it didn't work out with Daniel. Eh, anyway, I'm glad you like it. I love the comfort these two have, and the freedom to lash out and still come back to one another, no permanent damage. Thank you for the comment. ♥

Re: Goodbye Kiss

Date: 2007-10-28 07:00 pm (UTC)
paian: Jack and Daniel, caption 'come what may' (jd come what may)
From: [personal profile] paian
Oh! ::loves:: A moment like this is pretty much personal canon for me, and you wrote it so nicely. I especially like the details about the snow, and Jack's shoveling, and the way the subject of the argument doesn't come out until the end -- held in, after the outburst, the way their feelings are. Also, and he looked beautiful. Jack hated that sweater -- that's awesome. And the kiss, of course, is wonderful. :-)

Thanks so much for writing this!

Re: Goodbye Kiss

Date: 2007-10-28 07:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] entrenous.livejournal.com
I was gonna do something cutsie, like, "Fine, I'll wear the white tux," or "we don't have to honeymoon at the cabin," but that was LAME and not enough to warrant an outburst like that from Jack. Wedding plans? Whatever. Appealing to Jack's protective nature? Oh yeah.

And this'll be my 11th winter in Denver, so I think that qualifies me to write about snow! :) I just love how every time they've shown the CO. Springs outside, it's been springtime or summer and lovely. I like to think stuff happens in the winter, too. Shoveling is punishment!

Anyway, I'm so very glad you liked it!

Re: Goodbye Kiss

Date: 2007-10-28 08:57 pm (UTC)
paian: blank white (kiss)
From: [personal profile] paian
Gah, I know -- the discontinuity of exteriors is terrible throughout the entire series. And never an indication of rain or snow or anything else. I love when fic makes up for that.

"Fine, I'll wear the white tux" -- lol! I'm glad you went with the more serious choice, but this does give me a laugh. :-)

Re: Goodbye Kiss

Date: 2007-10-28 10:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] msbeata.livejournal.com
Aw, I'm so glad this wasn't goodbye - even for a year.

Re: Goodbye Kiss

Date: 2007-10-29 01:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] entrenous.livejournal.com
Aww, I know. I don't want them to say goodbye either. T_T

Re: Goodbye Kiss

Date: 2007-11-04 08:49 pm (UTC)
sid: (Jack gestures)
From: [personal profile] sid
Some couples have petty arguments, some fight over moving to another galaxy for a year. *boggles*

I'm glad Jack was mature enough to make the first move. (And Daniel does look beautiful in his Ascended!sweater, hee.)

Re: Goodbye Kiss

Date: 2007-12-01 02:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tresa-cho.livejournal.com
Daawwwww. *whimpers* .-. Well done.

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