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Jack/Daniel Kinkathon


Entries must feature the Jack/Daniel pairing in some way, but threesomes and moresomes are cool too, and so are J/D UST, post-breakup J/D, etc.

For the purposes of this challenge, 'kink' is meant in both the dictionary sense of an unconventional sexual practice (however one defines 'conventional') and the fannish sense of a situation or trope that punches your particular buttons. [livejournal.com profile] eliade's List of Fan-fiction Kinks, Tropes, and Clichés is a great source of inspiration. So is the [livejournal.com profile] smutday comm (especially the art: and photography: tags). Also the kinks: tags at [livejournal.com profile] rounds_of_kink.

Post fics as comments to this entry.

You can title your fic, or use the prompt as the subject line, or use the kink as the subject line, or some combination of those.

If it's not clear from the prompt wording or fic title, PLEASE WARN FOR KINKS THAT POSE A REASONABLE RISK OF SQUICKING SOMEONE. In the subject line, if you can fit it, or at the very top of the comment. It's better to be courteous and overcautious than to upset someone. It's also nice to give yourself the freedom to go as far as you want to with your fic, secure in the knowledge that you provided a warning. We're here to have fun!


Some possible ways to handle the subject line (you don't have to do it exactly like this, just use your best judgment):

Breath-play
Kink/prompt by itself
Somebody needs a good spanking
Text of the prompt (tells reader it's a spanking fic)
An assignation in an SGC men's-room stall while Jack's invisible (watersports)
Text of the prompt + kink that might not be obvious from the prompt
Boundary Lines (Daniel asks Jack to wear his fingerless gloves) (knife-play, dubious consent)
Fic title + text of the prompt + kinks that aren't obvious from the prompt
Boundary Lines (noncon, erotic torture)
Fic title + kink warnings
Boundary Lines (multiple kinks)
Fic title + general warning (if the fic includes a bunch of kinks and you can't decide what's appropriate to warn for)
Boundary Lines (possible squick alert)
Fic title + general warning (if there's a good chance of squicking someone but you don't want to give away a twist)



Fic doesn't have to fit in one comment. Add more by replying to your original comment so that one link will bring up all the parts as a thread. Drabbles and microficlets are great too!

If you write something long or prefer to post to your journal, post a link to the fic as a comment to this entry (and please observe the warning courtesy then too, especially if you prefer not to warn in your journal).

Please write as many of the prompts as you're inspired to! You can also combine prompts, write the same prompt from different points of view -- whatever you come up with.

You don't have to use the prompts supplied. You can write your own kinky J/D scenario.

The unofficial deadline is December 1st, right after the Thanksgiving weekend in the U.S. The challenge will stay open until we hit the comment limit, but it won't be pimped out after the closing date, so make extra sure to let your flist know you've posted something new.

Prompts:


Bottom!Jack.

Coffee-snob!Daniel.

Wet!boys.

Wax-play.

Knife-play.

Breath-play.

Dirty talk.

Flaccid penis play.

Scar!fetish.

First-time D/s or bondage.

H/C after a nightmare.

Sleepy morning-sex.

Keeping warm in freezing temperatures.

The skin on skin warming technique used by special ops military members.

Fantasy play (cowboy scenarios, The Pharaoh and his slave, Doctor's orders ...).

Threesomes/moresomes (e.g. with Paul Davis, Ba'al, Rodney and/or John).

Obsession/fetish with hands.

Hands. Anything with hands.

Getting the other off only with his hands and no other contact.

Dubious consent.

Consensual rape.

Breakup sex.

You're-alive-again sex.

Please-stop-dying sex.

Sex in the gate room.

Also, sex on the briefing room table.

Sex in either of their offices.

Sex in a storage closet.

Accidental frottage in elevator.

An assignation in an SGC men's-room stall while Jack's invisible. The stall may or may not be surveilled.

Coming in their pants, while on base.

On a mission, in a tent.

Off-world sex in a body of water. (Breathplay optional)

Alien culture requires team be cleaned and oiled prior to meeting their leaders (per Jack's request, as in "take me to your..."), this includes body waxing.

Mutual hand-jobs in the front seat of Jack's truck, in a somewhat public place.

One discovers the other's proclivities, dubious consent.

One of them tries out a bdsm club or private party for the first time and finds the other (who's a regular in the local scene) there.

D/s or bondage discovery -- whether it's an accidental thing at home, whether one of them gathers the courage to ask, whether one is experienced and initiates the other, whether they both are experienced, whether they surprise each other in an exclusive club in Denver.

Daniel topping from bottom (Jack = service top).

Good clean nasty fun in the shower.

Daniel, Fruit Roll-Ups, and Jack...

Jack. Daniel. A hotel room. A callboy.

Jack. Daniel. A hotel room. A callgirl.

Daniel gets off on the domesticity of Jack shaving -- at home.

Daniel and Jack go shopping for sex toys on the Web.

Daniel and Jack go shopping for sex toys in a physical store.

Jack as a voyeur. (Either Daniel masturbating or with someone else.)

Jack watches Daniel get off to Daniel's favorite porn video.

They watch a video they recorded of themselves having sex.

What is Daniel using for inspiration when Jack catches him masturbating?

Daniel's a lot more alpha in bed than Jack expected.

Jack shaves Daniel from the waist down (or from the legs up).

The boys act out Jack's fantasy... via cybersex.

Sex while both blindfolded.

Jack in handcuffs.

Daniel in handcuffs.

Daniel asks Jack to wear his fingerless gloves.

Sometimes, in private, Daniel wears make-up. He's ready for Jack to know that (sex ensues of course).

Daniel acquires a coat of nail polish offworld and Jack's brain is filled with erotic images.

Plain. White. Briefs.

Daniel has a thing for Jack's dress blues.

Daniel's going commando and Jack's going crazy.

Their first time trying out a double-ended dildo.

Somebody needs a good spanking.

Daniel makes good on a promise to bring Jack to orgasm just by talking up against his ear.

Daniel holding a full cup of coffee while Jack works his evil way with him...let's see if his spills any. Oh, and Daniel's standing up...

Dom!Jack has one of his (Dom) friends over and decides to show off/share sub!Daniel.

Jack flips out a little when he finds out Daniel slept with Cameron--marking/claiming.


Have fun, and thanks for playing!

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Glove Me Tender by Cowardly Lion

Jack prowled the perimeter, all long legs and feral grace. The cord to his sunglasses swayed with his every step, slapping against the collar of the desert camo BDU's. Fingerless black gloves covered his hands. Suppressed energy simmered in every line of his silhouette, spilling over into restless tugs at the brim of his ball cap and the erratic drumming of long elegant fingers on the stock of his weapon. He looked every inch the predator.

Dangerous.

Formidable.

Sexy as hell.

Muttering a curse, Daniel slammed the reference book shut, losing his place. This was ridiculous. He had been sitting in front of this wall for a good ten minutes now, unable to concentrate just because Jack had worn his fingerless gloves, damn the man. And damn him for looking so...so... so tasty in those desert camos. The tiny building that housed this artifact was more window than walls ensuring that Jack was never farther then Daniel's peripheral vision as he patrolled the small collection of abandoned buildings. It was very distracting.

Daniel blew out a sharp breath and tried to clear his mind. Shifting to a cross-legged position, he scooted closer to the carved surface of the wall until his knees touched it. Rising from the center of the otherwise empty building, the free-standing wall was ten feet wide, three feet deep and rose to the ceiling. Nowhere except the floor and ceiling did it connect with the rest of the building, as though the structure's sole purpose were to shield it. The other half of the SG-1 was investigating energy signatures a mile away, Daniel examined the only writing they had found while Jack kept watch over Daniel.

Perching the book on his left thigh, Daniel flipped through it to the page he needed. On his right thigh he placed his journal, ready for note taking. Weaving his pencil between his thumb and first two fingers on his right hand, he put his hand on the artifact, feeling the symbols as much as reading them. His eyes were drawn to the back of his hand but in its place he imagined Jack's hand, covered to the first joint in those black gloves, his elegant fingers bared.

Daniel wanted to feel those hands on his flesh. Wanted to feel the leather palm of the gloves, brush across his skin. Would it feel slightly cooler than the pads of those long fingers? What if Jack were to come in here, say to get out of the sun? What if Daniel were standing in front of this wall, his back to Jack? Maybe Jack would come over to him, press against him. No wait, first Jack would have to unclip the P-90, set it down on the ground, but it had to be within easy reach because Jack never let down his guard.

Yeah. That would work.

Daniel would be standing, intent on his work. Behind him, he would hear the muffled sound of boots on hard-packed dirt as Jack approached, then a faint click and scrape as Jack removed his weapon. Set it down. Would he take off his sunglasses? Probably. But Daniel wouldn't see him do it, because Daniel wouldn't turn around. Wouldn't acknowledge Jack. He'd be too engrossed in the translation as he stood there with the reference book in his left hand, and his right hand tracing the carvings. Jack's right hand, encased in its fingerless glove - the glove worn by soldiers and warriors and kick-ass men of action - would settle on the wall next to Daniel's own.

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Jack's sun-warmed body would press up against Daniel's back which would be cool from the shade. The contrast in temperature would make Jack seem fever hot, and Daniel's own body heat would begin to rise. Jack's left hand, his black-leather clad hand, would take the reference book from Daniel, dropping it carefully to the dusty ground before trailing up Daniel's arm to his shoulder. To his neck. To the side of his face. Gently, Daniel's cheek and jaw would be cradled in leather and flesh and bone.

Daniel would start to speak. Turn his head. Question.

"Shhhh," Jack would whisper into Daniel's ear.

"Shhhh," Jack's lips would kiss behind his jaw.

"Shhhh," Jack's tongue would press against Daniel's neck.

"Shhhh." Infusing silence into Daniel's skin with every exhalation.

Daniel would tilt his head to the side so Jack's mouth, Jack's face, could nuzzle against him. Daniel would feel the softness of Jack's lips. The hard plane of Jack's cheek and nose. Would he feel the flutter of eyelashes as Jack rolled his face up under Daniel's chin? Daniel decided he would. He would feel the tickle of the lashes as Jack immersed his face into the warm skin of Daniel's neck and breathed in Daniel's scent.

Daniel's left hand would join his right on the wall, supporting him as Daniel leaned his weight forward. Jack's left hand would abandon Daniel's cheek to curve up under his arm and make landing high on Daniel's chest. Pushing back, Daniel's hips would meet Jack's groin as it pushed forward. Jack's hand would begin a slow exploration down Daniel's body, the sensation muted by the layers of Daniel's clothing. Daniel would feel the drag of the glove against the heavy fabric of his BDU pants. Jack's exposed fingers would be deft. Dexterous. Nimble as they unfastened the buttons of Daniel's fly.

Jack's strong lean leg would muscle in between his, forcing Daniel's legs wider apart. Jack's booted feet would stand between Daniel's feet, keeping them spread. Keeping him open. Jack would press more urgently, rhythmically, against his ass and Daniel would feel Jack's quadriceps flexing against the back of his thighs. Jack's left hand would burrow into his briefs. That hand, that warrior's hand, that fierce hand, would gently cup his genitals. Caress his sac. Would carefully grip Daniel's hardening shaft as Jack pulled it free of the restrictive clothing.

Daniel would bend his arms, bracing his forearms along the wall, to support the weight of them both. Jack would finally move his right hand from where it rested by Daniel's on the wall. Would move that hand down between their bodies, pushing Daniel's pants and briefs down past his hips. Down to where cheek meets thigh. Daniel would shiver at the feel of the languid breeze on his naked flesh.

There would be a pause and the whisper of cloth as Jack pulled something from a pocket. Clicked open a container. Would it be sunscreen? Hand lotion? An anonymous tube of lubricant? Whatever. Jack would have something that would work well.

Daniel would feel a cold slickness as Jack's fingers delved the cleft of his ass. Daniel would drop his forehead to rest on a pillow of his hands. A whimper would escape him as those strong fingers slid into him. Stretched him. Excited him. Unable to stay still, Daniel would push back against the intrusion. Wanting it. Wanting more. Whimpering again in disappointment when the fingers left him, only to gasp with pleasure as Jack's thick cock slid slowly, perfectly, beautifully inside him. Laid him open. Laid him bare.

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Love it!!....the difference between Daniel's deep and kinky fantasy and the "Old Married Couple" exchange at the end was perfect.....


Deeds xx

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Jack as a voyeur (NC-17)

Date: 2008-10-30 08:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jd-junkie.livejournal.com
“I want to watch you,” I say. “I want to watch you fuck your hand. It’s beautiful. I want to watch you come. You’re beautiful.”

Daniel smiles but doesn’t believe me. This uncertainty is new, just as so much is new now. But he needs to know who he is, or more precisely who he was, and rediscovering himself sexually is just another part of that.

“Touch yourself, Daniel. Go ahead. I want this. You do, too. You love this.” I keep my voice low, quiet. He needs to know he’s safe and loved here. Time to let him learn to love himself.

And, hey, this isn’t pure altruism going on; I get off on Daniel getting off. It’s the ultimate win-win situation.

Daniel doesn’t speak. He watches me, wary eyes never leaving my face as I settle into the chair across from the bed. It creaks, sounding loud in the silence.

Diffuse light from hallway throws shadows across his face but I can see enough to know that he wants this. He just needs to trust himself.

He stretches out on top of my bed, the bed where we fucked, and laughed and cried when time and circumstances allowed, our bed, and closes his eyes. He moves slightly shaking fingers down the line of shirt buttons, pushing the soft material aside, and runs his right hand lightly across his chest.

He explores the feel of his skin, gently pinches his nipples, then lets his hand rub in soothing circles down, down his body. He takes his time. Slow and easy. His hand works lower and lower until it reaches the bulge in his slacks.

I hear a shaky intake of breath and match it with one of my own. He presses the heel of his hand hard at the base of his shaft. He moans, and it’s an aching sound. He pushes again, this time arching slightly off the bed. So good; the pressure must be so fucking good.

Daniel stretches again, languorously, like a lazy cat in the midday sun, and brings his left hand up to brace against the headboard. He sighs, and it’s a ragged, almost desperate sound, and works open his fly to free his dick. I can sense his relief. He swallows a groan and lets his legs fall open wide. He looks wanton, and fuck I love that.

Then his fingers wrap around his shaft and he pulls and it isn’t gentle. He works himself hard for a few strokes, then slows, his touch falling light, barely there, and I can almost see him noting his own reactions, mentally filing away what gives him pleasure. He’s applying his own methodology, just as he would to his work; a comparative study of different approaches … what works and what doesn’t.

He licks his lips, his breathing becomes faster and more shallow. He’s starting to lose himself, and I hope in the losing he finds a little more of what makes him ... him.

His dick is flat against his stomach as he uses his fingers, just under the head, in short, whipping strokes that take him closer to the edge. He can’t last long, and, really, this isn’t about making it last, or even making it that good.

I shift in my seat. I’m hard and leaking and I won’t touch myself because this isn’t about me, although fuck knows I’m loving every second of it.

And just when I think he’s lost in the sensation, taken away from the reality of being back and all the problems and questions that brings, just when I think there is nothing in the world for him but the intense feelings in this copy of his wonderful body, he lets out a sharp cry.

And he opens his eyes and he turns his head and he whispers, “Jack,” just once, and comes.

And I come, too, my gaze locked on his.

He shivers, curls in on himself and cups his dick and balls protectively. But he’s still looking at me and there’s something in his eyes that says, “I remember this. I remember how you cup me like this when I come.”

“Jack,” he whispers again, fighting to stay awake.

He loses that battle, but I know for a fact he’s winning the war.





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Ooooooh, post-ascension fic! There's such sweetness and tenderness in this. I love that this is rediscovery for Daniel, and reassurance from Jack and a reaffirmation of what they still mean to each other.

Love!

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Heart-wrenching

Date: 2008-10-31 03:57 pm (UTC)
sid: (J/D horizontal)
From: [personal profile] sid
Daniel blinked at his alarm clock. No reason to get up this early on a Saturday. He rolled over and his elbow hit something that said, “Oof.”

“Jack!”

“Daniel.” Jack appeared to be slightly amused as he pulled Daniel into a loose embrace.

“You snuck in.”

“Hmm? Like five hours ago.” Jack looked confused. His hand slid down Daniel’s back and patted his butt. “Not like I snuck in the back door.”

Daniel wriggled happily against Jack’s palm “You should have woken me up.”

Jack blinked. “Say what now?”

“Why didn’t you wake me up when you came in?”

Jack’s eyes widened. “I thought I had.”

“Oh!” Daniel laughed. “Guess I must have fooled you, huh? Don’t tell me I was actually making sense in my sleep!”

“Yeah, you fooled me,” Jack said slowly.

“What did I say?”

“Well… mostly I think it was ‘right there’ and ‘do that again’ and ‘oh, yes!’”

Daniel jerked away from Jack and sat bolt upright, instantly horror-stricken. “Oh, no!”

Jack sat up, too. “I’m sorry,” he said warily. “I really did think you were awake. You… seemed to be having as good a time as I was. I’m really….”

“Oh, God!”

“Daniel, it’s not that bad. Is it?”

Daniel turned to look at Jack’s worried face. “I dreamed it.”

“Oh.” Jack rubbed Daniel’s arm soothingly. “Turns out, no, you didn’t. It really happened.”

“No. No, I was dreaming.” Daniel felt a bubble of hysteria rising inside him. “Oh, God.”

“Why is this bothering you so much? I mean, I’m not trying to make light of it… well, maybe I am, a little. I just don’t see what’s so awful….”

Daniel shut his eyes. “Awful is the right word.”

“Listen, you dreamed you were having sex with me and you really were. I just don’t get why you’re getting so freaked out.”

“No, you don’t get it.” Daniel flung himself back against the pillows. “You were having sex with me; I wasn’t having sex with you.”

Jack loomed anxiously. “Do you feel like I forced you? Because you didn’t really consent, is that what you mean? Daniel, swear to God, I would never knowingly….”

Daniel grabbed for one of Jack’s hands. “No! No, of course not. Jack. No.”

Jack’s shoulders relaxed. He raised their joined hands and pressed the back of Daniel’s to his lips. “I’m just not understanding,” he said huskily. “Tell me what I can do to make this better, baby.”

Daniel winced and threw his other hand over his eyes. This wasn’t going to be pretty, and he didn’t have to watch. “Can you get Siler transferred to Antarctica?”

Daniel held his breath. The air in the room held its breath.

Jack’s grip on his hand slowly tightened like a vise.

It was almost a relief when the bellow finally came.

“You were dreaming about Siler?”

Daniel peeked through his fingers. “I’m sorry. Really sorry. Tell me what I can do to make it better?” He cleared his throat nervously. “Baby?”
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(It all stared with the nail polish but took a left at Albuquerque. Makeup. Hands. On a mission, in a tent. Jack as a voyeur while Daniel masturbates. Possibly more.)


Jack can't stop staring.

Like any of a hundred other missions, Daniel is leaning against his backpack, journal propped against his raised knees, glasses pocketed. Long used to writing by a flickering campfire, a small electric lantern gives off more than enough feeble light for Daniel to write about the day. Jack leans back against his own pack, legs stretching out, hands behind his head -- staring. And listening. To Carter's footsteps squelching in the mud outside, where Teal'c keeps her company. Their voices are muted by the occasional loud pop from the campfire, the splatter of raindrops on the tent roof. Loudest of all are the rhythmic scritch of Daniel's pen and the thudding of Jack's heart. His heartbeat echoes in the pulse of his cock, hardening with each graceful stroke of Daniel's pen.

Jack can't stop staring.

He can't stop staring at Daniel's eyes, heavily outlined in deep, inky blue. At his eyelashes, so incredibly long and featherlike. At Daniel's elegant fingers tipped with glossy, pink fingernails and wrapped around a chubby pen scritching across the journal's page. At Daniel's full lips, wet and glistening, shaping the otherwise soundless words. At Daniel's tongue, darting out to moisten, or taste, the still-shiny rose-pink lips. Jack guesses strawberry, licks his own lips, and stares.

Jack could watch Daniel's mouth all night long. Jack fucking loves that mouth.

The scritching stops, the lips don't.

"Kiss me."

Jack manages not to jump out of his musings, but his cock pushes against his BDUs at the order and sweat blossoms across his skin. "You know better than that. Not on a mission, Daniel, no matter how pretty you look."

Daniel snorts, but his eyelashes flutter traitorously. Jack wonders how they'd feel sweeping across a nipple, or feathering across the head of his cock. The dark eyeliner makes the blue of Daniel's eyes deeper, makes his eyelids look half-hooded. Like how Daniel looks when he wants to watch but is about to surrender to the pleasure. In the lantern-light, his pupils are large and black, only limned in blue. "I want you to tell me how I taste. How the - the lipgloss tastes. I'm thinking...." Daniel does a slow lick, the one Jack always thinks of as Daniel's I-love-the-taste-of-your-come lick. "Strawberry? It's kind of sweet-- It's kind of tart, too, I guess. They said the color and taste changes depending on who's wearing it; the oils in our skin."

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Yeah. Sweet and tart. One could do worse describing Daniel, Daniel's skin, or Daniel's mouth. Jack's attention is drawn back to Daniel's fingers, sliding down the chubby pen. Daniel flips it, slides his painted fingertips down, flip, slide, flip, slide. His fingernails are a lighter shade of pink than his lips. "Baby" pink comes to mind. "Baby," the only-use-it-in-the-bedroom name, and it better have an orgasm on one end or the other. Daniel's nails shimmer like silk, looking wet, as if they'd just been sucked. Jack swallows hard. "You're not going to change my mind, Daniel. We start by kissing in an offworld tent and before you know it we'll be fucking in the locker room just to see if we can get away with it." And because Jack had just about figured out how to make that one happen. Even if he'd never do it.

"Mmm. Goals are good. It also means that it would most certainly be in my best interests to get you to kiss me." Eyelashes flutter; lips are slowly licked.

"It'd be kind of hard to explain why I'm suddenly wearing your lip gloss. The shaman said it'd last at least a couple of days."

"Jack, I can't even lick it off--" Daniel demonstrates, again. Slowly.

"But it's designed to stick to lips, not a cup, and not your tongue. And no, I won't lick your mouth either." Carter had been intrigued, but the natives allowed only certain people to wear the "paint of truth." Even the shaman that had decorated Daniel only wore it on special occasions, like when SG-1 was their first visitor to ever show up through the Stargate. The colors supposedly amplified the senses, allowed the wearer to understand and empathize. To feel more deeply, see what's hidden, hear and speak the truth, and taste ... taste something. Maybe taste something like Jack's hard cock. Crap. While offworld, Jack usually had no trouble keeping his thoughts and energy focused on the mission. It was his job, and he was good at it. But tonight, all of Jack was focused on Daniel, and the way Daniel looked, and the way Daniel would look with those outlined eyes, fluttering lashes, painted nails, and full, glossy lips wrapped around Jack's cock. Jesus. Jack chokes back a moan and clenches his hands into fists, bringing them down to hide his erection.

So of course Daniel notices. Daniel has never needed any purported alien magic to see whatever Jack tries to hide. Glossy pink lips smile a dirty, not-allowed-on-a-mission smile. "You like it, Jack. You like my lips smeared with gloss, my eyes rimmed in kohl." Daniel places his pen in the spine of his journal; his glossy fingertips ruffle the page edges at the top. "You really like my nails painted--" Daniel pops two fingertips in his mouth and suckles them obscenely a few moments. Pulling them out, he admires his fingers like they were ancient, painted relics. He presents both hands to Jack, waving his fingers for comparison. "And wet. They look slick, slippery, like after I've--" A blush, a real one, stains his cheeks. Not at what he was about to say, but where he was about to say it. Or maybe not. Daniel cocks his head a little; eyelashes flutter, a little uncertain, a whole lot devious. "This," fingertips shimmer, his tongue slips out to moisten moist lips, "this is something you'd like to see again?"

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Date: 2008-11-02 04:14 pm (UTC)
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Prompt: "Daniel makes good on a promise to bring Jack to orgasm just by talking up against his ear."

“Give me your hands,” Daniel says, mouthing that sensitive spot just beneath Jack’s ear that makes him … yeah … shiver like that.

Sitting behind Jack on the sheepskin rug, legs wrapped around, warm and naked in front of the fire, it feels like heaven to Daniel, and he knows something about that, so the analogy is a fair one, he thinks. His arms are full of a relaxed, on-vacation Jack and they’re both relishing the banked-heat of arousal winding its way through their bodies.

Daniel nips at the skin of Jack’s throat, just a little, just a reminder of who’s driving here. “Hey, you, drowsy guy with the delicious-looking hard-on, you listening to me?” Another nip, this time a little harder, almost enough to leave a mark – and Daniel doesn’t quite believe how much that makes his own dick twitch – and this time Jack answers, his voice a little raspy. “I hear you.” And he tilts his head a little further to the left, inviting more.

“Then do as you’re told and give me your hands.” Daniel lowers his voice, adds a stern edge. Jack tenses slightly in response to the tone. Daniel smiles, recognizing Jack’s need for submission. They never talk about it but it’s there. Sometimes. Jack raises his hands, as if in surrender.

Daniel places his palms to back of Jack’s hands, then laces their fingers together almost tight enough to hurt and brings their joined hands to rest in the center of Jack’s chest.

“OK, that’s good,” he whispers, going back to mouthing the neck skin that is salty from their earlier, desperate fuck-and-be-done loving. “Remember what I said? Before? How I was going to make you come?”

He feels Jack swallow hard. “Gonna prove it, Jack. Gonna show you that I can make good on that promise.”

Daniel kisses his neck one more time, casting his gaze down to Jack’s dick, which is so hard and so fucking beautiful; it’s all he can do not to reach down and touch, feel the silky heat of if beneath his fingers. He wants Jack to come so badly …

“OK,” he begins, putting his mouth to Jack’s ear, brushing his lips up and down, slowly, gently in a maddening tease. “You don’t get to speak. You just get to feel. And then you get to come.”

Jack’s lips part in an aching “Ohhhh,” and he clenches his jaw as if to prevent anything else escaping, but Daniel hears the unspoken, “Please. Make me come … make me …”

“You think I’m going to tell you what I’m going to do to you to get you off, don’t you, Jack?”

A ragged sigh.

“You think I’m going to describe exactly how I’d fuck you. But, you know what? That isn’t what makes you hot. That isn’t what is going to make your cock jerk and then give up that beautiful come, because what really turns you on, what shakes your fucking amazing soul to the core is what happens to me. It’s never about you. Not really. You never let it be about you; it’s about what you do for me. To me. So I’m going to tell you what you do to me, Jack. What you fucking me does to my heart, to my soul, to my body.”

A broken “Nnnh” and Jack pushes back into Daniel and turns his head, rubbing, seeking the connection, needing the friction somewhere on his wire-tight body.

“I love it when you take me, because every single time you own me. I don’t care how you fuck me … slow, hard, fast, gentle … those times when you can’t wait and shove me up against the door, or when you take your time and make me beg.”

Jack jerks his body upwards, his neck cords with the effort of not speaking and crying out.

“I love it when you fill me, when there’s nothing in the world for me but you, your cock and what it’s doing to me. And when I come, Oh Jack, when I come, it’s with your name on my lips and my heart in your hands …”

And that’s all it takes. All Jack can stand. Jack comes. His body palsies and he cries out and Daniel watches the white stripes of release paint his body. It’s beautiful and real and everything Daniel wants for him.

Jack is nuzzling back into Daniel, breathing hard, coming down, so Daniel shifts and wraps arms and legs around him more tightly and holds him through the tremors; aftershock after soul-deep aftershock. Then he kisses his hair and matches his breathing to Jack’s.

Some promises are destined to be kept.
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Parking, lots

Date: 2008-11-02 08:18 pm (UTC)
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They didn’t look at each other. They looked out the windshield, or they looked down, or they looked in the rearview mirrors, or they looked out the side windows.

They had to stay alert. What they were doing was dangerous.

But when you’re used to people shooting at you, danger tends to become a way of life.

Once a week, Jack and Daniel courted danger.

It had all started one night when they were having a few drinks at the bar nearest to Daniel’s place. An aggressive young woman kept coming on to Daniel, touching him, licking her lips, sending out sexual signals.

Daniel was initially polite to her, which probably was a mistake, since she wouldn’t give up.

Jack, finally, wasn’t.

Jack fucking staked his claim.

The woman looked at him in astonishment, and a bit of fear, and went away.

Jack snarled and ordered another round of drinks.

They never finished them.

They walked out into the deserted parking lot, Jack’s hand on the small of Daniel’s back. When they reached the truck, Daniel twisted Jack around by the shoulders and pressed him up against the door and rammed his tongue down his throat while their erections strained against each other. A burst of noise as the bar’s door opened brought them abruptly back to awareness of their surroundings.

They froze, listening to footsteps going in the opposite direction.

“In the truck,” Jack said harshly.

They climbed in. Jack unfastened his jeans and pulled out his cock.

“Here?” Daniel asked, not believing.

“I’m going to come in about two seconds,” Jack answered. “I’d just as soon it’s not while I’m driving.”

“What…?” Daniel looked around.

“Get yours out.” Jack looked around, too. “We can jerk each other off.”

Daniel fumbled his cock out. Jack’s hand covered it and began working it. Daniel quickly reached over for Jack.

A car’s headlights shone in the rearview mirror. “Don’t stop,” Jack growled.

“I wasn’t going to,” Daniel moaned. “I can’t stop.” He increased the pace of his stroking and heard Jack gasp. “You were so hot in there, so fucking hot. Letting her know that nobody gets to have me, because I’m taken, because I’m all yours. I am, Jack. All… all….”

Somehow Daniel managed to keep his hand moving as he came. Car doors slammed somewhere behind them, and Daniel covered his mouth with his free hand as he cried out, shaking from head to toe.

“Talk about hot,” Jack whispered, and Daniel could feel his eyes watching.

He turned his head against the headrest and looked down into the shadows where his hand was working. He licked his lips. “Fuck up into it.”

Jack’s hand left Daniel’s cock and clutched at his thigh. His left hand was gripping the steering wheel. He began pumping his hips.

“Yeah,” Daniel urged.

The bar door opened and people came out.

Jack turned his head to watch them. His hips kept pumping.

“Come on, Jack,” Daniel urged. “Your two seconds are up.”

Jack came with strangled little gasps.

A man walked up to the car parked beside them and unlocked the driver’s side door and climbed in, without ever looking in their direction.

Jack was still coming.

“Fuck. Fuck,” Daniel whispered, shivering.

“Daniel,” Jack responded softly, laying his hand on top of Daniel’s, stilling it. “Jesus. Daniel.”

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They did the same thing a few weeks later. Jack parked his truck in the furthest corner of the lot in spite of all the empty spaces closer to the door, and Daniel knew what was going to happen. They managed to get down two drinks, too fast, before racing to the truck.

The following week they parked closer to the door. The week after that they were back in the corner, but it was still light out.

And now it was 7:30 on a Saturday morning, in the parking lot of a supermarket, and they were parked halfway down a row, three rows away from the door, with no one near them yet but a constant and growing parade of shoppers arriving and departing, and Daniel was so excited that he could hardly breathe as he ran his thumb over the slick head of Jack’s cock and Jack stroked him, slowly, slowly….

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Oh wow! That first encounter was so spontaneous and so hot. It's interesting to see the progression as each encounter becomes closer and closer to public, flirting with exposure in EVERY sense of the word.

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"Carter? You running away from home?" Frowning, Jack backed farther into the elevator.

In front of him, Daniel barely looked up from his notes as Sam trundled the first extra large alien...doohickey? gadget? whatever the hell that was...into the elevator.

"Sorry guys." She sounded a little breathless from pushing a machine that was almost as tall as she was and several feet wide along each side. Teal'c was pushing what looked like its twin. Both machines were strapped to casters for the move.

Jack reached out and dragged Daniel back to stand directly in front of him, giving Sam and Teal'c the space they needed to wedge into the elevator. Daniel and Jack were both occupying the minute space at left rear of the elevator car while Sam and Teal'c were crushed together at the front right where the control panel was. Sam's machines were crammed up against Daniel, who merely used the nearest one as a platform for his notes and continued reading, seemingly unaware that his ass was mashed up against Jack's crotch.

"The move from storage to my lab would take twice as long if we went over to the service elevators," explained Sam as Teal'c hit the button for her level. "I know it's a little crowded, but it's just for a few minutes." Unable to turn around to face them as she spoke, she tossed an apologetic smile at them over her shoulder.

Crowded? The car was way past crowded, especially in the area around Jack's groin. There was pressure and...jostling. Rubbing, even. The exquisite friction of Daniel's pert ass sliding across Jack's groin was arousing in the extreme. Jack felt his cock swell and thanked his lucky stars that his over-blouse would hide the erection. Trapped as he was between the walls of the elevator, the alien machine and Daniel, there was nowhere Jack could go to avoid that touch and frankly it was taking all his will power not to thrust. He felt himself break out in a sweat as he fought to keep his breathing under control, too.

It was the longest damn elevator ride in the history of ever.

The ding announcing they were at Sam's level was a beautiful sound. Jack managed to eke out a few more minutes of patience as Sam and Teal'c maneuvered the awkward cargo out of the elevator and headed toward her lab, just a couple of doors down the hall. Jack kept his hand on the "open doors" button a few seconds longer than he needed to. Once Sam and Teal'c were well on their way, Jack grabbed Daniel's arm and hauled him out of the elevator.

"Hey!" protested Daniel. "This isn't our - "

Jack clapped his hand over Daniel's mouth and dragged him down the hallway. The other half of SG-1 was still in the corridor, just making the turn into the lab and Jack was trying to be sneaky. He and Daniel were headed toward Sam's lab, but they wouldn't be going that far. There was a storeroom right next to her lab which didn't show up on any security cameras. Quickly, Jack pushed Daniel into the storage room and turned on the light. He locked the door as he slammed Daniel up against it and kissed him. Hard.
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Daniel clutched his notebook tightly as he pushed Jack away. "On base?" he hissed in a whisper. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Jesus, Daniel," griped Jack in a low voice as he lifted his shirt to show off the outline of his erection, "have you no shame? Blatantly feeling me up with your ass right in front of Carter and T-man!"

"ME? You stuck your crotch on my ass," complained Daniel.

"You rubbed your ass on my crotch!"

"You're the one who put me there. YOU pulled me in front of you like that."

"Well, you didn't have to wiggle."

"I was trying to move away from you, to...to...to put as much distance between us I could."

The intense whispers were starting to increase in volume.

"Yeah, well you suck at it," Jack accused.

"Oh god," whimpered Daniel, "don't say suck."

Jack grabbed Daniel's hand and shoved it down his pants where it automatically wrapped around Jack's hard-on. "Fuck, yeah," groaned Jack. "Do me with your hand." His hips pushed forward into Daniel's grip. As Jack reached for Daniel's pants for a little reciprocity, there was a commotion outside.

"General Hammond!" Sam chirped loudly in the hallway near their door. "Hi! Hello, sir, General Hammond, sir!"

"Major." Hammond spoke slowly and Jack could visualize the assessing look the general must be giving Sam. "Have you seen Colonel O'Neill?"

"He's not in the storage closet with Daniel, that's for sure!" Sam's voice was overly cheerful and just this side of deranged.

There was a long pause then Teal'c's deep voice, slow and measured, suggested, "Earlier today, O'Neill spoke of a desire to visit the weapons range. Perhaps he is there."

Another pause. Sam, bless her heart, was the world's crappiest liar which probably had the General's bullshit meter twanging like guide wire in a windstorm. On the other end of the spectrum was Teal'c who could tell you day was night which such sincerity you'd look at the sun and remark how bright the moon was. Finally, Hammond said, "Thank you, Teal'c. I'll look for him there. If you should happen to see him, please remind him that he was to meet with me in the armory to discuss that new weapons system."

After Hammond's footsteps faded into the distance there was a brisk knock on the door followed by Teal'c's voice. "I would advise you to make haste. General Hammond will not be deterred for long."

Daniel looked too mortified to speak, so Jack gave it a shot. He had to clear his throat and start over. "Uh, yeah, thanks big guy. We'll, um, we'll be right out." Jack pulled away from Daniel's lax hand and started putting himself back together. Daniel did the same.

As he buttoned his fly, Jack asked, "What's that fancy chocolate Carter likes?"

"Godiva." Daniel tried to smooth out the notebook pages he had crumpled.

"Right." Jack straightened his blouse. "Let's get her the biggest box they have."

"And for Teal'c?" Daniel no longer looked like he was about to be debauched, but was his usual self again.

"Dinner at that new place with the mechanical bull riding." Jack unlocked the door to the closet. "Let this be a lesson to you about starting things on base."

A slight breeze was the only warning Jack got as Daniel smacked him in back of the head with the notebook.

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I like the way the Daniel in his head gets him off but he loves the real Daniel.

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Daniel came back from investigating the temple with the Chief’s daughter in tow, the clingy temple priests finally elsewhere. Jack followed Daniel back to their assigned hut for a quick chat before dinner.

“Oh, for crying out loud.” Their hosts had left a box on the bed. A butt plug and a small bottle of oil were inside.

Daniel looked over his shoulder. “She did say you should claim me before someone else does.”

Jack’s gut twisted. “Jesus, Daniel. Is that why they’ve been sniffing around you all damn day? We’re leaving now.”

“No, Jack. I want to see more of the temple.” Daniel handed him the oil and unbuttoned his pants. “Just put it in me, or I’ll do it myself.”

Jack glared at him. “How are they going to know unless they—Daniel--”

Daniel kissed him. “No one else is going to touch me, Jack.”

Hell no, he had that right. Jack pushed Daniel onto the bed. “I’m going to fuck you first. I’m going to come in your ass and then I’m going to plug you up.” He bit Daniel’s neck and Daniel groaned and rubbed against him. “Let them smell me on you,” Jack growled.
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Oh yeah, nice moment of guh there at the end, with Jack scent marking his property. RAWR!

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Black Fingernails...


A combination of the prompts 'hands, anything with hands' & Daniel acquires a coat of nail polish offworld and Jack's brain is filled with erotic images' - which I switched around a bit of course. :P
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WARNINGS: Meridian fic, unbeta'd.

Hey, hope this works as a kink fic. This prompt (Break-Up Sex) immediately threw me into the story below, though it's probably not being used as it was supposed to be. Please let me know if this is totally off the mark in kink and/or prompt, and I'll remove it. No worries.
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It was mid-afternoon, and the last thing he remembered was watching Daniel, watching him...

He shook his head, hoping to clear it some. Standing in his hallway, Jack wondered how did I get home... and when? He looked down at his hands, first at his palms and then their backs, hoping to find an answer hidden somewhere among the calluses. He then looked down at himself, pulling at the blue-green flannel shirt he now wore along with jeans, where his green BDUs should have been.

“Jack?” He looked up the stairs; the muffled voice was calling from his bedroom.

“Jack?” That soft, but unmistakable voice called out once more.

He took the stairs two at a time, and in another second he was at his bedroom’s door, cracked open, and sunlight leaking out. With a slight push the door fanned open, allowing him to see all that was inside; including the sculpted, naked man, lying on his bed.

“Come to bed, Jack.” Daniel stretched out, slightly arching his back and curling his toes, but all the while, never letting his eyes off of his friend.

“What are you doing here, Daniel?” Jack asked, what in hell were they doing here? “Aren’t you supposed to be at the SGC?”

“Not now.” Daniel sat up, swinging his feet to the floor, and rose.

Jack stood still, leaning against the door frame, as Daniel slowly made his way towards him, “Come to bed, Jack,” Daniel repeated as he grasped Jack’s hands and pulled him towards his bed.

Together they fell onto his small, twin bed, with Jack on top. Daniel grabbed at Jack’s shirt, his two strong, roughened hands ripping it apart; every button popped and flew.

Pushing the torn flannel away, Daniel immediately latched onto Jack’s neck, shoulders and chest, nearly eating him alive with bites and kisses. “I want you to fuck me Jack,” he demanded between licking and sucking any and all skin in reach.

“What?” Jack immediately lost all breath, and couldn’t figure out how to get it back. “You want me to what?” But even though those words flabbergasted him, he dove down anyway, catching Daniel’s mouth, teeth biting and lips sucking, while finding a rhythm that both their groins would enjoy.

Daniel’s hands framed Jack’s face and pulled back, putting a hair’s breadth of space between them. Jack blinked and swore he was staring at black flames burning within almost black eyes. “Daniel?”

With a bittersweet smile, Daniel shoved something against Jack’s chest, “Yeah.”

Jack nodded, consoled that it was truly him, and then looked down to see what Daniel had in hand.

“You’ve been in my drawers,” Jack complained while slowly accepting the bottle of lube from Daniel.

“So?” Daniel pushed him farther back until Jack was kneeling back between his spread thighs, fully intending on making things even between them; beginning with Jack’s buckle.

Jack watched Daniel, as he deftly took care of removing his belt, unbuttoning his fly, and pushing down both his jeans and briefs until they hung closer to his knees.

There was no denying how turned on Jack was. Daniel’s smile held as he took back the lube, pouring a generous amount and warming it between his palms. “I want you,” he stated simply as he took Jack in hand, liberally applying the lubricant over his cock and balls.

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Jack closed his eyes; his head falling backwards as pleasure built, Daniel thoroughly coating him. Fully buzzed, Jack wasn’t quick to notice when Daniel stopped, until he felt strong legs wrapping around him, tugging him back down.

“Wait,” Jack begged, his hands falling down to either side of Daniel’s shoulders; knowing that he was supposed to do something, make sure that Daniel would enjoy this too.

But Daniel only pulled harder, grunting, shifting them both until Jack was poised perfectly above him. “I want this, Jack.” He took hold of Jack’s thick shaft, guiding it to his entrance. “Just once.”

“Daniel!” Jack panted, trying to pull back. “It’ll hurt this way.” He was sure of this.

“No it won’t,” Daniel shook his head quickly. “You won’t. Trust me.”

Jack groaned in reluctant acquiescence, allowing Daniel’s heels to draw him in.

Daniel’s teeth bit into his upper lip, his hands grasping tightly into Jack’s hair, while Jack sheathed himself completely into Daniel’s fully pliant, welcoming, heat.

“Yes,” Daniel hissed, tilting his head back, exposing his neck for Jack to mark, “Jack. Move. Please!”

Jack pulled out, and then pushed back into Daniel slowly; he knew he needed to take his time with this.

This had to last forever.

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His bright, blue eyes were back, full of unshed tears. As they gasped for breath, still joined, Daniel wrapped his arms around Jack, lightly brushing their foreheads together, “Thank you.”

With a clearer head, reality niggled a little more incessantly in the back of Jack’s mind, “No.” He shook his head in willing denial of what Daniel was about to do, “Don’t you dare, you son of a bitch!”

But it was too late.

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How they wound up from being tangled and satiated to standing fully clothed in the ‘gate room was beyond him; but Daniel was there, standing in front of him – still whole.

“Daniel?”

“Yeah?”

It was him. Jack smiled sadly; he might not know what’s going on fully, but he was damned sure it was him at least. He looked around, finding them not alone – a vaguely familiar, brightly dressed woman stood quietly in front of the ‘gate, watching them.

“Did you want something?” Like, tell me how to fix this.

“Yeah.” Daniel whispered, taking a deep breath, knowing these words were going to hurt. “Tell Jacob to stop.”

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Jack had walked, nearly ran, away towards their locker room, begging for a moment of peace; he couldn’t stand the crowded infirmary right now. They had all looked at him, silently demanding answers that he couldn’t give.

With shaking hands, he turned the basin taps on high, and dunk his head under the cooling liquid.

A minute or ten passed before he was able to lift his head and stare at himself in the mirror. He’d aged a good ten years within those minutes, but could anyone blame him?

This was it, the final straw. Daniel was gone. Without him.

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In The Dark (NC-17)

Date: 2008-11-08 01:07 am (UTC)
ext_2584: (Default)
From: [identity profile] writinginct.livejournal.com
Okay this really, really started out as a little tiny, comment sized fic that somehow ate its Wheaties and grew up into a 4200 word thing.

Here's the header - link goes back to my journal

Title: In the Dark
Author: [livejournal.com profile] writinginct
Pairing/Rating: Jack/Daniel, NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own the recognizable characters I'm just inspired by them. Hopefully they've had fun playing in my sandbox.
J/D Kinkathon Prompt(s): bottom!Jack, flaccid penis play, surprise meeting at D/s resort, sensory deprivation (of a type)
Status: Complete 11/7/08 4280 words
Note: for effect you can put Michael McDermott's "Dance With Me" on a loop as you read
Summary: Porn. Okay, porn with a little tiny plot. Did I mention the porn? Written for the J/D Kinkathon


"In The Dark" on my journal

Re: In The Dark (NC-17)

Date: 2008-11-08 04:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fieryflutter.livejournal.com
*swoons*

I'm not usually into bottom!Jack, but you definitely have a way of showing the possibilities! :)

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The door of the hut swung shut behind Daniel and he knew Jack was there before his eyes adjusted to the dark. Daniel closed his eyes and didn’t move.

The Petoi had a greeting between partners, a promise, whenever they entered or left each other’s presence. Jack and Daniel went through the motions (a cold nose, little belly slap, and hip checking) to please their hosts, but no one was watching them now.

Jack’s lips softly brushed his neck. pamper

Jack’s fingers stole under his shirt and gently stroked his stomach. protect

Jack’s hips pressed firmly against his. passion
sid: (Jack half)
From: [personal profile] sid
*melts*

Oh, Jack. You romantic thing, you.

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NC-17, 1230 words, Daniel had done something to deserve a reward again.

I could untie you
From: [identity profile] dragojustine.livejournal.com
NC-17, 6500 words- come and get it!

A Long Time Denied (http://dragojustine.livejournal.com/87208.html)

Obsession/fetish with hands: a Drabble

Date: 2008-11-12 03:39 am (UTC)
sid: (J/D hands)
From: [personal profile] sid
Jack’s acting weird. He tells me my hair’s getting long again, and that if I’m going to wear it short I need to keep it short. Then he drags me off to his barber.

I think they were expecting us, even though Jack’s making it all seem completely spur-of-the-moment.

But I’m pretty sure the manicurist is by appointment only.

So here I am, getting a haircut while she works on my nails.

And there’s Jack, hovering over her and watching every tiny move she makes. Avidly.

That prickling sensation at the back of my neck? Not caused by falling hairs.

Re: Obsession/fetish with hands: a Drabble

Date: 2008-11-12 04:27 pm (UTC)
paian: blank white (mmmm...)
From: [personal profile] paian
Delicious last line! ::shivers::

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Aliens Watched Them Do It

Date: 2008-11-14 12:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bentrumors.livejournal.com
Daniel was pleasantly buzzed and a little horny as their hosts led them from the fire pit, careful not to disturb the other pairs already rutting together at their feet. Jack and Daniel stripped and dropped onto one of the animal furs spread on the ground for bedding.

“Nice,” Jack slurred, pulling Daniel close. Daniel hummed in agreement, slinging his leg over Jack’s and lazily jerking them together.

Jack paused. “Hi, guys.”

Daniel glanced over his shoulder at the two tribesmen squatting beside them. He didn’t stop. “Guess they want a show.”

“Ya think?” Jack grunted, coming messily between them.

Re: Aliens Watched Them Do It

Date: 2008-11-14 02:16 pm (UTC)
sid: (Jack smiling)
From: [personal profile] sid
Ha!

Now the question is: was Jack already on the brink of coming? Or did having an audience make his inner sekrit exhibitionist squee?

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sid: (J/D closeup)
From: [personal profile] sid
Jack adjusted the water temperature. Hot, like Daniel loved it.

Daniel rubbed up against him in thanks, and gave him a watery kiss.

“You’re first,” Jack said, bending down for the bottle of body wash and the sponge.

“Because you made me all dirty,” Daniel said over the sound of the running water. “Because your come is dripping out of my ass and running down my leg.”

Jack’s face changed. “You know how much I like to hear you talk filthy, Daniel.”

“Especially when you’re getting me clean, right? Washing your come off me and remembering how it got there?”

“I believe it got there when I was buried inside that hot hole of yours. If I’m not mistaken.” Jack began soaping Daniel’s belly. “But I’m cleaning up your come first.”

“My come got there the same way yours did. Your cock up my ass made me shoot all over myself.”

“My cock up your ass always makes you shoot all over yourself. You love my cock up your ass.”

“Yes, Jack.”

Jack stopped soaping Daniel’s stomach and moved up his torso to his underarms.

“I love everything about getting fucked by you. I love your fingers crammed up inside my ass, slicking me up with lube. Feels so good, and I know it’s just the start to something that’s going to feel even better. You’re just getting me ready for your big, hard cock, and it’s exciting, more exciting than I could ever put into words.”

“You’re doing well enough,” Jack growled, with a nip at Daniel’s ear. “I like lubing you up. Talk about exciting. It’s pretty damn exciting from where I’m sitting, too, ya know.”

“Is my ass nice and hot for you? Do your fingers feel how much I want you? They should. My ass falls open for you, wants you.”

Jack kissed him, hard. “Open? Open just enough. Still nice and tight.”

“Tight around your fingers, tight around your cock, just open enough. Just enough that you don’t kill me when you push inside. Just… the right burn. Good. Hurts good.”

“Good,” Jack breathed into Daniel’s ear. “Tell me all about it.”

“You push into me and I see spots. I feel like there’s a telephone pole going up my ass.”

Jack snorted.

“Too much?”

“Just a little.” Jack started washing Daniel’s cock.

Daniel purred and held onto Jack’s shoulders. “I open up, inch by inch, until you’re all the way inside, and I’m trying to remember how to breathe. And then you pull back, and I can only bear it because I know you’re going to shove your way back in. You’re making me take you. You’re showing my hole how big you are, how it has to stretch to take you.”

“Showing it who’s boss.” Jack flicked a nail over the head of Daniel’s cock, making it jerk in his hand, and then moved down to lift his balls, one by one, soaping them with the sponge and then using his fingers to work the suds all around and between and behind.

“It knows who’s boss, oh, believe me, Jack, it knows. My ass… “ Daniel laughed, “my ass loves the way you own it.”

“Rinse,” Jack said, stepping out from under the spray to let Daniel move.

sid: (J/D handporn)
From: [personal profile] sid
Daniel lifted his arms to rinse the soap from his armpits, spread his feet and tilted his pelvis to rinse his balls. “My ass loves the way you take care of it, too. The way you clean it.”

“I like to keep your ass happy.” Jack gave a damp smack to the body part under discussion. “It pays off, I find.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s a mutually beneficial arrangement.” Daniel leaned forward to brace his hands against the wall, bending at the hips. He felt the pounding water cascading down his spine, curving to run down over his ass and trickle down his legs. “All the body parts are in full agreement. It’s kind of nice, compared to the shit we have to put up with on the outside.” He felt himself tense a bit, and concentrated on relaxing again.

“Yeah, it’s been a helluva week. The galaxy would be a happier place if everybody had an ass this sweet to fuck,” Jack said, running one hand over a cheek possessively.

“Well, the male population, anyway,” Daniel amended, waggling his hips a bit.

“We’ll give the women strap-ons. Make everybody happy.”

“Good thinking.” Daniel gasped as a soapy finger caressed between his cheeks, lingering and pressing at his entrance. “Hey, where were we?”

“I was showing your ass who’s boss, I think.” Jack’s finger slid inside and rotated.

“Yeah, you had me all stretched and tingly and you were fucking me so smooth. Like a piston. A well-oiled piston, pumping into me.”

Jack pumped his finger in and out. “Piston, huh?” He stroked Daniel’s ass with his other hand.

“For a while, anyway. Until you started getting excited.”

“Daniel, I get excited when you walk into a room.”

“You know what I mean.” Daniel arched his head up and back, thrusting his ass up into Jack’s touch. “When you start breathing ragged and your hips start to make these jerky motions. And you shift your weight a little and your cock starts rubbing me in all the right places… yeah! Yeah, that’s… places like that one. Ooh!”

Jack ran a hand up Daniel’s spine. “You want me to keep going? You gettin’ hard?”

“Too soon,” Daniel moaned.

“That’s what I thought, but you’ve surprised me in the past.” Jack pulled his finger out slowly. “The soap’ll just start to irritate after a while.”

“Damn,” Daniel complained. He straightened up and turned in Jack’s arms. “I’m used to being irritated.”

Jack smirked. “Why don’t you call me a pain in the ass and have done with it?” He backed up a step or two. “Rinse.”

Daniel walked forward, plastered himself against Jack’s body, threw both arms around his neck and placed his mouth on Jack’s. Jack’s hands slid around his hips to cup his ass, kneading, pulling, parting. Daniel moaned with contentment as hot water pulsed against his crease, his hole, and Jack’s warmth supported him, and all his cares vanished like bubbles of soap.
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Aliens Exposed Them to Sex Pollen

Date: 2008-11-17 02:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bentrumors.livejournal.com
Jack woke up on the floor of the hut, muscles stiff from cold and exertion. His dick still hung out of his pants, sticky and sore, and Daniel was beside him, pants down around his ankles. His memory was hazy as he reached out and touched the bite mark on Daniel’s hip.

Daniel stirred, eyes blinking sleepily. “Why are we on the floor?” he asked as he reached for Jack.

Daniel’s skin tasted like honey and Jack remembered too late as the lingering pollen hit his tongue.

Daniel kissed him, pliant as Jack rolled him to fuck all over again.

Re: Aliens Exposed Them to Sex Pollen

Date: 2008-11-17 03:20 am (UTC)
paian: blank white (Default)
From: [personal profile] paian
This one's like a haiku. And the time-has-ceased-to-have-meaning, druggy dreamy steamy infinite loop is more than a little horrific. Cool. :-)

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Body Paint/Oral Fixation

Date: 2008-11-19 01:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bentrumors.livejournal.com
The Elders brought Daniel back to their quarters after the ritual.

When they were alone, Jack removed Daniel’s robe to examine the intricate design painted on his body. He licked one of the dark lines on Daniel’s throat and made him moan. The bittersweet taste exploded in Jack’s mouth as the paint dissolved on his tongue.

“Put your hands on the wall,” Jack said. Daniel blinked and slowly obeyed, shivering as Jack leaned close and kissed his temple. He was careful not to touch him anywhere else. “Don’t move.”

Jack stepped back and licked his lips, deciding where to start.

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Date: 2008-11-19 03:05 am (UTC)
paian: blank white (Default)
From: [personal profile] paian
The bittersweet taste exploded in Jack’s mouth as the paint dissolved on his tongue -- Mmm, love that line. And the whole painted-designs thing.

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