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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.

Easy as Dying

Date: 2007-11-15 03:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] entrenous.livejournal.com
Sixteen hours, and no end in sight.

My ass lost feeling fifteen hours and forty-five minutes ago, and the pins and needles have long spread below my waist and are now working their way above.

I don’t care. Daniel’s in my arms, and I made him a promise. Promised I’d help him through this.

I brought him to my house, into my bed, for Chrissakes. Can’t believe they let me take him out of the SGC, but there’s not a lot Janet could’ve done for him anyway, and somehow I convinced her of that. I mean, how the hell do you break an addiction to a glorified tanning bed?

Easy. Put him in the dark.

Well, it isn't easy. Anything but easy. It's killing me to see him like this, and this isn't exactly a trip to Disneyland for him, either. Now and again, Daniel will come to and he’ll grit his teeth to himself for a while, until I can actually hear his molars grinding, his jaw working against my chest where he’s buried his head. So I’ll squeeze his hand, and he’ll squeeze back, harder. Then he starts to shake, and I can feel his palms sweat, and the heat through his clothes, and every muscle in his body tenses like a wire until he can’t take it anymore, and he cries out, thrashing his legs and arms. At first I had to hold him down, straddle his waist and pin his arms and legs to the bed. A few times he nearly threw me, too. He sure cursed at me a lot. At least I'm pretty sure they're curses. The ones in English are.

Last few waves, he hasn’t needed me to restrain him, though. I guess that’s a good sign. Who the hell knows? He still clings to me, though, and trembles and sobs when he can’t stand the pain. The waves last a good five minutes, and he has maybe four, or six, or ten an hour. I stopped counting. The rest of the time he’s too exhausted to move, so he lies in my arms like dead weight, and I hold him and rock him.

I remember holding Charlie like this through the night. Feverish, sweating, shivering from whatever crud he’d managed to pick up from school. Kids are a magnet for that kind of stuff, no matter how many times you tell them to wash their hands, or take them to get flu shots, or make them take their Flintstones.

I never minded staying up with him—to hold him, rub his back, soothe him, kiss his forehead. Try to make sure he was a little comfortable so he might get some rest. It just came with the whole package of being a dad.

“Jack?” Daniel’s muffled voice comes up to me.

“Yeah?” God, my voice sounds as tired as I feel. I can’t imagine how Daniel feels. Well...actually, I can. I just don’t want to.

“Did you just kiss me?”

What the... Ah, hell. I guess I did. Kissed Daniel’s forehead—just like I had with Charlie all those times I’d stayed up with him. Seems that old instinct didn’t die out, even when Charlie did. I snuffle a weak laugh into Daniel’s hair. “Yeah. Sorry. Old habit.”

Daniel sighs quietly, then lifts his head and stares at me through tired, bloodshot eyes. He looks as if he’s going to say something and I hold my breath, expecting I don't know what. But he says nothing. He quietly reaches up, fingers sliding through my hair, pulls my face toward his. He presses his mouth to mine, soft, lingering, dry lips, slightly tacky, fastened over mine so that I have no choice but to suck, very gently, on his lower lip. I taste sweat, and tears, and something unidentifiable as anything else but Daniel. He pulls away again, oh god, too soon, soft click of our lips separating, and collapses against me, boneless.

Daniel finally sleeps. I don’t know how I ever will again.

Yeah, sure. Piece of cake.

Re: Easy as Dying

Date: 2007-11-15 04:16 pm (UTC)
paian: blank white (jd legacy torn edges)
From: [personal profile] paian
Oh, wow. So lovely.

I was all worried at the beginning, the title combining with Jack's encroaching numbness to make me think they were dying together in some hopeless situation somewhere, and at first I read I brought him to my house, into my bed as way-back backstory to establish an established relationship. Then the next sentence clued me in that it was a recovery scenario, and the sentence after that clued me in that it was a 'Need' missing scene, and I was all 'Whooo! A "Need" missing scene in Jack's bed!' Then I happily enjoyed the rest of it, in all its achey sweetness.

how the hell do you break an addiction to a glorified tanning bed? Easy. Put him in the dark is awesome (it's such a typically funny snarky Jack-like thing to call the sarcophagus, and then it turns out to be more, turns out to be the key to Jack's approach to helping Daniel recover -- I love how you worked that), and the Jack voice is terrific through the whole thing, and the kiss on the forehead is so sweet and plausible, and the kiss on the lips is beautiful, right through soft click of our lips separating.

::big happy sigh:: Thank you for writing this!

Re: Easy as Dying

Date: 2007-11-16 06:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] entrenous.livejournal.com
I have been dying to use this in something forever. I abandoned probably 4 fics that I've tried to weasel various iterations of this into, and it finally hit me last night, duh, it's a story within itself! Who says it has to be anything more than that?

I have such a thing for Season 1&2 J/D, but I just can't justify Daniel willingly doing anything against Sha're. I suppose this is about as close as I'll get to any early season action with these two.

But I am very glad you liked it. Thank you for your lovely comment--it made my day. :D

Re: Easy as Dying

Date: 2007-11-16 03:45 pm (UTC)
paian: Jack smiling, caption 'grin' (grin by arrietty)
From: [personal profile] paian
It really does make a lovely story all by itself. So nice to have something that wants to be this length instead of having to be beaten and chopped down to fit. All hail the Native Comment Fic! This made for a wonderful one. :-)

Re: Easy as Dying

Date: 2007-11-16 12:50 am (UTC)
sid: (J/D thisclose)
From: [personal profile] sid
So much pain, so much love. Daniel's eyes finally close, while Jack's have been opened wide.

Only good things can come from this time spent together. :-)

Re: Easy as Dying

Date: 2007-11-16 06:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] entrenous.livejournal.com
I know, doncha just wanna squish 'em? So innocent and young and cute. Makes me wanna do a series of scenes like this one. Who knows? Maybe I will! :D

Re: Easy as Dying

Date: 2007-11-16 12:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jd-junkie.livejournal.com
Oh, this is nice.
Jack as caretaker is one of my favourite Jacks.
Lovely kiss, too. :-)

Re: Easy as Dying

Date: 2007-11-16 01:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] entrenous.livejournal.com
Ah yes, the hug that spawned a fandom. :D And one of my favorite Jacks, too. Thankie~ I'm glad you liked it.

Re: Easy as Dying

Date: 2007-11-16 04:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] melayneseahawk.livejournal.com
Aww, Jack. Excuse me while I nurse my heartache now.

Re: Easy as Dying

Date: 2007-11-19 01:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ph290.livejournal.com
This was very beautiful!

Re: Easy as Dying

Date: 2007-12-01 02:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tresa-cho.livejournal.com
Ooooho I loved this one. Poor Daniel. Poor Jack. This has made me inexplicably happy for some reason. *sadomaso*

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