J/D Kinkathon

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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. eliade's List of Fan-fiction Kinks, Tropes, and Clichés is a great source of inspiration. So is the smutday comm (especially the art: and photography: tags). Also the kinks: tags at 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!

Comments

[fanficfan.livejournal.com]

Tender and sexy--a great combinatiion. The way Jack gorges all his senses with Daniel at the end is memorable.

[paian]

I'll go out on a limb and ask -- was this fb meant for 'Aubade'? (The comment posted to the main entry, not the fic, so I'm not sure.) If so, thank you! :-) If not, no problem!, just let me know which fic you meant it for and I'll link you to where you can comment directly on it.

Thanks for reading!

Re: Be There in the Morning (NC-17)

[msbeata.livejournal.com]

Well done.

I'm torn between loving how you left things to the reader's imagination and wanting more details.

Call for needs

[tigerlilly2063.livejournal.com]

Jack. Daniel. A hotel room. A callboy/callgirl.
290 words, R/Adult
Call for needs

Re: Call for needs

[antares04a.livejournal.com]

That's a very interesting idea to have a callboy/callgirl story without jealousy but with both partners agreeing. And I'd say poor third person, but with these two hot guys ... *g*

Re: Call for needs

[dustandroses.livejournal.com]

Yum! Nice and hot, and a smart way to settle their special needs problems. Well done.

Aliens spanked them and made them do it

[bentrumors.livejournal.com]

Their arms were shackled above their heads, feet dangling off the ground.

The villagers pushed them back together when they jerked apart as they were spanked. Daniel finally got his legs wrapped around Jack’s and hooked his chin over Jack’s shoulder. The crowed cheered, almost drowning out the grunt in Jack’s ear as the paddle hit Daniel’s ass again and their hips twitched together. The next blow hit Jack and he groaned at the sharp contrast of the sting on his ass and the sweet friction of their cocks rubbing together.

The spanking continued, merciless and perfect, until they came.

Re: Aliens spanked them and made them do it

[sid]

merciless and perfect

*nods* *flails*

Re: Aliens spanked them and made them do it

[paian]

That's brutally hot. Love it.

Re: Aliens spanked them and made them do it

[antares04a.livejournal.com]

Oh my! That's absolutely hot! I think that's the first time I read about a double spanking! What a pity it's only 100 words. I really would have loved more.

And the last sentence - wonderful!

Re: Aliens spanked them and made them do it

[dustandroses.livejournal.com]

Oh yum. Nice combo of kink and cliche there. All in one neat little package. Thanks for the imagery.

Daddy's Boy (Warnings for Daddy/boy kink & Jack/Clone!Daniel)

[dustandroses.livejournal.com]

Prompts: Jack as a voyeur & Somebody needs a good spanking.
Note: For the purposes of this fic, the clones go by the names of Jon and Danny.


Look at him, Jack. Lying there all spread out, lips swollen and bruised from sucking my cock, the shine of my come still on his lips. There’s still a little bit on the corner there. Oh, that’s nice, Danny. I love your tongue. We both do, don’t we Jack?

He’s still a little breathless from the way I fucked his face, or maybe that’s from lust. Look how hard he is, his pretty cock bouncing in the air, already slick from his precome, the foreskin pulled back from the head. I love how hard he gets just from sucking my cock. He likes sucking my cock. It excites you, doesn’t it Danny?

Ah, ah, ah! No talking. You know the rules of this game. Just nod. That’s my good boy. You are a good boy, Danny. You’re doing just what you’re told, the way a good boy should. Did you see the way his cock twitched? He wants to be good for me. For us. He wants to be good for you, Jack. You can’t hide over there in the corner. He knows you want him, too.

What would you like him to do? You want him to touch himself? You want him to jerk himself off for you? Or would you rather know what he wants to do to you? You want to get on your knees for Jack, Danny? Do you want to take your Daddy in your mouth like a good little cocksucker? Or would you rather bend over for him? Take his big cock up your little boy ass?

Oh! Almost came, didn’t you. But you know, I didn’t tell you that you could touch yourself. Ah, ah, ah! No talking. That will only make it worse! You’ve been a naughty boy, Danny! And what happens to bad little boys? They get punished, don’t they? That’s right. Hands and knees on the bed. Show your Daddy that hot ass of yours.

I thought you’d like that, Jack. You want to do it? You want to be the one to turn that sweet ass cherry red? Feel the heat from his skin in your palm as you spank your little boy’s ass? You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Danny? That big, rough hand smacking your smooth ass? Showing you who’s in charge – who’s the Daddy?

Come on, Jack. You know you want to. You want to touch that soft skin, feel his muscles quiver under your fingers, ‘cause you know he can’t stand the waiting. He’s aching for you, Jack, just begging for his Daddy’s touch. Yes. That’s right. He’s so smooth, isn’t he? That supple, flawless skin, anxious for your hard hand, waiting for the first stroke. The first loud smack across his ass. Jeez, I’m getting hard again just thinking about it.

Help Daddy take his clothes off, Danny. Oh, c’mon, Jack. You don't want Danny’s wet cock smearing all over your BDUs. Look at him, he’s about to come just from thinking about lying across your lap while you heat up those pretty ass cheeks. There you go. That’s more like it. No, Danny. You can’t touch. You’ve been a bad boy, remember? Just help him with the buttons; it looks like Daddy’s feeling a little uncoordinated right now. See how much he wants his little boy, Danny?

That’s it. He feels good lying across your lap, doesn’t he? Stop squirming, Danny. You know your Daddy won’t touch you until you do. That’s it. Go on, Jack. Do it. He’s been a very bad boy. You know he needs it. Yeah, that’s it! I love that sound, the smack of a hard hand on tender young flesh. The crack when your hand comes down hard on your little boy’s sore ass.

Christ. Listen to him moan. That’s all for you, Jack. See the way he pushes his ass back into your hand? He wants it. He loves it. Feel his cheeks warming up now? Hear the way he’s gasping for breath? You know he’s fighting not to ask you for more. He wants it, though. He wants it harder. C’mon, he can take it. Harder. Don’t stop. Make him shout. Yeah, that’s it. Make him scream. That’s it, just a little more. That’s it!

Oh, Danny. Someone’s been a very bad boy. Did Daddy give you permission to come? No, I didn’t think so. We’ll have to think up a special punishment for a boy as bad as you are. Now, get on your knees and lick your come off Daddy’s thighs while we decide what to do with a wicked boy like you. That’s right. Don’t miss a drop. He’s such a bad boy, isn’t he, Jack? But that’s okay. That’s just how Daddy likes him.

Re: Daddy's Boy (Warnings for Daddy/boy kink & Jack/Clone!Daniel)

[paian]

Just help him with the buttons; it looks like Daddy’s feeling a little uncoordinated right now -- ::snarfs::

I love how the dirty talk is the narrative, not embedded via dialogue into the narrative. And the intertwining of the voices -- a fugue of kinky hotness, counterpoint and harmony and dissonance. I love Character A telling Character B what B likes (and being right *g*), and this has that in spades. Plus, duuuuuude -- so much kink packed into one commentfic.

Thank you for writing!

Broken NC-17

[jd-junkie.livejournal.com]

Prompt: Break-up sex

It was like a carousel. Round and round they went, loving, fucking, arguing, hurting and hurting some more, then breaking apart until the pieces shattered and they realized they were the only ones who could put each other back together again.

Only for it all to start over again. And again.

Daniel seemed able to cope. Jack couldn’t.

Daniel put the sex and the love and tears into tiny compartments and sealed them shut; catalogued, noted, stored away where the whole mess could hurt him only if he let it.

Jack tried to file away the tenderness and the pain and bone-deep ache he had for Daniel into little boxes, but he couldn’t smash down the lids. He kept taking the pieces of his heart out into the light where he could look at them and despair because Daniel was all he wanted and needed and it wouldn’t fucking work.

And he couldn’t do it anymore.

So, the night after Euronda – after he’d hammered the latest nail into the coffin of their friendship – he stroked into Daniel hard from behind and tried not to touch him with the tenderness that would break him later.
He tried not to hold Daniel fast to his body, where the soft skin would cover and shield him and blanket him in the only warmth he had in his life.

He bit is bottom lip against the endearments and apologies that tried to escape with every jolting thrust that forced them further up the bed and further apart by the second. In his heart he said,“I love you, need you, don’t want to lose you, can’t lose you, ever, I’m so sorry, so fucking sorry …”

He strove for a completion he didn’t want because that would mean it was finally over and he’d never have this again, and shut his mind to the broken sounds that were coming from Daniel, cries that said, “I hear you, it’s OK, we’ll get through this, just like every other time, I want you …”

Jack pushed into him, over and over, until his knees ached and his back and thigh muscles screamed, and as he grunted through the orgasm that broke across his senses like shards of ice blown into his body by a cold wind, he clasped Daniel to him because he couldn’t not do that. He panted hard and smushed his face into Daniel’s hair and breathed him in, mouthed the side of his face and neck, fought for every millisecond of closeness.

He was dimly aware of Daniel jerking himself and tuned into the delicious, wet sound as those strong fingers worked their magic and Daniel came with a soft “Ja…” that Jack couldn’t bear to hear.

Jack squeezed him tighter, let Daniel ride out his pleasure, took every aftershock into his body, absorbing the tremors. Absorbing Daniel.

They stayed upright and tense, bodies locked in a paroxysm of grief and loss.

“That was goodbye,” Daniel whispered, still struggling for breath.

“That was everything,” Jack said, softly.

To the Victor Go the Spoils (NC17)

[dustandroses.livejournal.com]

Prompts: Daniel's a lot more alpha in bed than Jack expected & Bottom!Jack
Kinks: some Top/bottom play, a couple of Sweaty, Smelly Guys Wrestling Around on the Floor, Frottage and a bit of Dirty Talk

It's too long for one comment, so I just linked to it on my journal. Enjoy!

To the Victor Go the Spoils

~

Re: To the Victor Go the Spoils (NC17)

[antares04a.livejournal.com]

Daniel drew in a deep breath. “Liked that, did you?”
Daniel can ask questions! *lol* No wonder Jack liked all that playful wrestling and dirty talking. It's very hot! And Daniel can be very pleased with the result. *g*
I'm sure that's not the last time they rolling around on the floor as foreplay.
Very nice.

In Hand

[bentrumors.livejournal.com]

Jack stripped off his robe and flopped back onto the bed. Daniel hadn’t bothered with a robe, he’d barely dried himself from the bath, and hit the sheets on his belly.

“You didn’t turn off the light,” Jack said.

Daniel pulled one knee up to his side. Daniel was always slutty after a Trepiol bath. “You like the light on,” he replied. He was humping the sheets when Jack’s finger teased his hole. “And you already did that.”

Jack added two more fingers, twisting against Daniel’s prostate. “You like that.” Jack pulled out, slapped his ass, and rolled over Daniel’s back. Daniel helpfully reached back and tapped his asshole to make sure Jack couldn’t miss his target. Jack nudged his finger out of the way with his dick and Daniel took him in hand to guide him inside.

He could never keep his hands to himself.

Daniel’s hand was always grabbing his own ass cheek, touching his hole and Jack’s dick together, or digging hard into Jack’s hip, but Jack was used to that. That wasn’t what he liked to see.

Daniel’s other hand was always clutching the sheets, saying everything Daniel’s mouth couldn’t when it was biting the pillows.

Re: In Hand

[antares04a.livejournal.com]

Daniel helpfully reached back and tapped his asshole to make sure Jack couldn’t miss his target. *lol* That's a nice image and shows how impatient Daniel is. *g*

And your last sentence is great - it's a clear indication that's not all about sex.
Very nice!

The Best Coffee Daniel Never Tasted

[etrangerici.livejournal.com]

The sun wasn’t yet up. The kitchen was cold, cold enough that the coffee sent up a tendril of steam. Jack curled both hands around the cup, risking the burn in order to absorb some warmth. He didn’t want to be up. Every part of him yearned to go back to bed. If he went now, the nest of covers and pillows would still be warm.

“What’re you doing up?” At Daniel’s sleep-roughened voice, Jack shivered and turned, reluctant to let go of the Daniel-in-his-head that he was wrapped so completely around. The Daniel in his kitchen was almost as good, bleary eyed and squinting, bare chested, sweatpants hanging low. Jack sighed and took a sip of coffee. He shifted his weight, rolling a hip slightly to accommodate his erection.

“Brain woke me up.”

“Huh?” Daniel frowned in confusion. “But it’s Sunday?” The yawn nearly obliterated the words. Jack dragged his eyes up Daniel’s body to take in the dazed expression. If Jack’s mind was racing, Daniel’s hadn’t left the starting blocks. Jack smiled. Since they were both up, and he had all this mental energy, he might as well put it to good use.

After all, Daniel had complained that he never talked.

“C’mere.” Jack stepped away and sat on one of his barstools, feet hooked around the stool’s legs, knees spread wide. He waited as Daniel shuffled over. He took another small sip of coffee, then held out the nearly full mug. “Hold this for me?”

Daniel frowned again but took the cup. As soon as Jack’s hands were free, he ran them up from Daniel’s hips to shoulders, then down to tilt the coffee cup so he could take another sip.

“Careful!” Daniel muttered, “you’ll make me spill your coffee.” He gripped the mug with both hands, much as Jack had, for warmth and to keep the contents from sloshing over the edge.

“Better not.” Jack said. “Got it?” He smirked.

“I think I can manage to hold a cup of coffee.” Daniel was getting exasperated.

“Good, ‘cause there’s something I need to tell you.” Daniel frowned again. “Just listen, okay?” Daniel nodded. Jack stroked his hands back up Daniel’s arms then linked them together, holding him snug between his thighs. Jack’s impulse for mischief was fading, blown away by the feelings rushing through him at Daniel’s nearness.

“Woke up this morning, got to thinking and couldn’t stop. Couldn’t get back to sleep. So I got up.” Jack moved only his fingertips in small, feathering touches to the downy hair at the base of Daniel’s spine, barely grazing skin. His eyes met and held Daniel’s. “Came out here, then all I wanted to do was go back to bed. I wanted to slide right back in, spoon up behind you. Slip my arm back under your pillow. Feel the weight of your head on my arm.” Jack reached one hand up and brushed two fingers over Daniel’s chest. “Go back to how I woke up: my hand tucked up in yours, where you held it, here, against your chest. Against your heart.” Daniel’s eyes were shuttered, glints of blue barely visible. “I wanted to nuzzle that spot just under your ear, behind your jaw,” Jack’s hand reached farther up and curled around Daniel’s neck as his thumb made slow circles over “– that spot – the one that I can’t get enough of, where the scent of you makes me crazy and weak in the knees.” Under his thumb, Jack could feel Daniel’s pulse pounding.

“I wanted to lie there with you, soaking you in through my skin, wrapping myself around you.” Daniel shivered once, hard, all over. He arched his neck, baring his throat and opening himself to Jack’s touch. Jack’s mouth went dry at the sight. He smiled softly and nudged Daniel’s hands with his nose, silently asking for another sip of coffee. Slit-eyed, Daniel tipped the cup, watching avidly as Jack licked his lips and sat back.

Re: The Best Coffee Daniel Never Tasted (2)

[etrangerici.livejournal.com]

“But as much as I wanted that, as much as I love holding you close when you’re all warm and boneless, asleep in my arms, as much as I fucking crave that, part of me wanted to bite down, hard, right,” and Jack’s hand released Daniel’s nape and he stroked his fingers, softly, gently in contrast to his words, over where Daniel’s neck flowed into his shoulder, “there.” Daniel shuddered. “I wanted to haul you around 'til we were face to face, then dive into your mouth and devour you. Wrap my hand around your neck, hold you still and kiss you until you forgot your name. Claim you as mine. Drag my hands across your shoulders, over your chest, down your abs to your gorgeous cock. Run it through my hand just once, in one long, slow stroke.” Daniel’s body was flushed, his sweatpants tented and damp over his erection. A sheen of sweat made him glow in the dim kitchen light. He was trembling.

“Then I’d hold you,” Jack slid both hands slowly, tortuously, over skin until they came to rest in the hollows of Daniel’s hips, “right here.” Jack’s voice dropped into a husky rumble. “In this spot that my hand fits so perfectly.” Jack settled his thumbs along Daniel’s jutting hip bones, the fleshy base of his thumbs nestled in the hollow, his long fingers flexing, stroking the skin from Daniel’s hip to waist. “Like a key in a lock, Daniel. Right here.” Daniel gasped and he dropped one hand toward his weeping erection. Jack neatly caught the hand and placed it on his own leg, well away from his crotch, and held it there. Daniel let out a sound, a needy keen, as Jack went on in a whisper.

“And I'd roll onto my back with you over me, straddling me, propped up against my knees, spread open over me, with just my hands wrapped around your hips controlling you, easing you down onto my cock, slowly, feeling every bit of you, trying like hell not to just let it all go and fuck you raw.”

Daniel came with a wordless cry that almost drowned out the sound of the heavy stoneware mug hitting the kitchen floor.

****

Jack, for whom everything had to be in perfect working order, never explained when Carter asked him why he continued to use using a chipped mug. He just smiled and handed Daniel his coffee.



Prompts: Daniel holding a full cup of coffee while Jack works his evil way with him.
Also could be considered 'Sleepy morning sex' and 'Getting the other off only with his hands and no other contact.'

Re: J/D CoffeeTime...NC-17 Part 2/2

[sid]

Daniel’s eyes and his penis widened.

Ha ha ha! :-D

Cough drop, eh? That's playin' dirty, Jack. But WOW!

Re: Spanking Fic: For You. Because. Jack/Daniel NC-17.5

[sid]

Oh, dear. Communication is so important. Poor Daniel! He needs to learn to put himself first, sometimes. *nod, nod*

Coffee-snob!Daniel

[mornincamper.livejournal.com]

Daniel

Frustrating, brilliant, beautiful (whoa, where did that come from? - okay, yeah, undeniably), distracted Daniel.

Jack shoved back from his desk and his wholly unproductive hour of skimming the internet seeking inspiration and absolution in The. Perfect. Gift. for his irritable Archeologist.

There was never a shortage of reasons to be irritable in this bastion of "if it's not a big honkin space gun we're not interested" but this last mission, Jack knew, particularily grated at Daniels anthropoligical sensibilities. Due to the lack of technological resources, and the gentle but firm reminder from Hammond regarding budget restrictions, their welcoming celebration was cut short from what could have been a very satisfying meeting of cultures. Jack didn't always have the patience for these, but in this instance, he felt genuine regret, especially for Daniel, who had discovered the hallowed coffee bean plants a few clicks between the Stargate and the village. Trying to convince the Pentagon, however, of the importance of the eventual seeding of coffee in addition to humanity throughout the stars was a Lost Cause.

He arched his back for a satisfying crack, scrubbed his face with one hand, and with the other reached for the cooling cup of coffee on his desk. Taking a sip, he grimaced at the commissary's best offering "oh, that's just disgusti..." the sentiment hung in the air as an idea began to formulate. "That's it! Sweet!" What's the one thing that's guaranteed to make Daniel smile, or at the very least keep him from causing big marines to cower in anticipation of the morning stumble from the tent?? Coffee. God's gift to students, the overworked and underpaid, and apparently archeologists everywhere!

Daniel's love of the stuff was enough to cause a borderline orgasmic response to that first cup, and not a few uncomfortably sympathetic orgiastic twitches from himself, Jack thought. If he was honest with himself, which he'd flatly decided, all the way back on Abydos, that he would never ever be, one of the best parts of sharing a tent offworld with Daniel had been the bonus of being the one to deliver that first cup. But bringing this small bit of pleasure to Daniel, who deserved it so completely, could be weathered regardless of the voyeuristic thrill, and it's ensuing implications, with a bit of self control and a couple of perimeter walks... so be it.

Clearing his throat, flexing his hands with a flourish, Jack settled into a search with a purpose. How to acknowledge Daniel's contributions, ease the sting of a lost opportunity, and not give away his own secret longing (no, that's not right) desire (sheesh, that's worse) (oh, screw it, NEED) to bring a rare smile and the knowledge of belonging and appreciation to him on his upcoming birthday. They never celebrated the anniversary of that first mission, tied up as it was in all the ensuing tragedy and complicated pride/regret/anger/joy Jack knew it raised in Daniel, but he'd be damned if he missed this birthday!

---->

Re: Coffee-snob!Daniel pt2

[mornincamper.livejournal.com]

Coffee. Coffee history. Coffee celebrations. Coffee ceremonies... "Aha!" the SF walking past the door at that moment started a bit, but was moved on briskly at a gesture from Jack. "Now, *this* is what I'm talkin about." Jack gleefuly printed off the instructions, less amused with the complicated process as he reviewed it, but remained determined. "Anything worth doing is worth doing right, Dannyboy" Jack exclaimed to himself, jumping when the unexpected response came from his doorway.

"Um, yes, Jack, that would certainly be true." Daniel offered. "But how did you know I was standing here... Special Ops training aside, you were pretty absorbed in whatever it was you were doing?"

Careful to hide the "reasearch", Jack, unwilling to admit that he talks to Daniel all the time, whether or not he's actually there, tried distraction 101. "So, Daniel, Whatcha doin'? Did you need something?"

"Nope, just stretching my legs and being amused by this sudden role reversal."

"Role reversal?" Jack asked as he shuffled his printouts into the general clutter of unfinished mission reports and other office detrius.

"It's 1400 hours and I know *I* haven't eaten lunch. The problem with getting used to you coming to find me, is I stop realizing when I haven't yet been, um, found." Daniel's amused grin began to deflate as he tried to interpret the slightly choked look Jack was giving him. But then it cleared, and a squint and a smirk later Jack offered "Special Ops skills, Danny...didn't even hafta leave my office to collect you this time!"

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After complaining about and then devouring every last scrap of the mystery meat, Daniel headed back to some translations for SG9, and Jack headed topside for the supplies he'd need the next morning. Daniel's birthday stuff was already ready, thanks to Sam and Teal'c. Everyone, including the General and Janet, were expected at Jack's later that night.

Deciding he'd need to keep the party going, and picking up a bottle of way overpriced red wine to ensure Daniel's need to crash at Jack's felt a little underhanded, but hey, Daniel may be frequently clueless, but was often equally hard to surprize. Jack felt a little guilty about keeping this "present" to the two of them, because, in reality it was meant to be shared with a whole tribe, "hey once I got it down pat we can bring it on the road and share with the "tribe" - without the performance anxiety" Jack thought to himself, shoving that unfortunate mental turn of phrase into the darkest corner available and shutting off the light on any alterior motives he could possibly be having.

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White Hot (a drabble)

[sid]

Daniel checks the table at his side. Wet towels, bowl of water, ice.

On the table before him lies Jack, strapped down securely. His skin glistens with a sheen of mineral oil. His chest rises and falls with nervous, shallow breaths. His inner thighs glow deep pink where Daniel warmed them with the suede flogger.

He is blindfolded. His teeth worry at his lip.

“Shh, Jack,” Daniel says softly.

Jack licks his lips and sighs.

They’ve done this before, but never with the blindfold.

Daniel lifts the paraffin candle and dreamily contemplates where the first drop of wax should fall.

Re: White Hot (a drabble)

[etrangerici.livejournal.com]

Ummm....

*ssssssssssssss*

(waves burned hand in air)

SGC Covert Ops

[sid]

The lights were flickering as Jack walked down the hallway to Daniel’s office. He walked through the doorway and said, “They’d better get that fixed before… Daniel, what are you doing down there?”

“Dropped my pen. It rolled… somewhere… under….”

Jack surveyed the delectable sight being presented. “You have other pens, you know.”

Daniel’s reply was muffled but undoubtedly snide.

“Just trying to help.” Jack smirked and came closer. Daniel, down on elbows and knees, ass high in the air, merited closer examination. And closer examination revealed… “You’re not wearing underwear!”

Daniel’s head came up. “You can tell?” he asked, obviously horrified.

“No VPL! You always have VPL!” Jack lowered his voice. “You don’t have VPL.”

“I should have known you were paying attention to that kind of thing. Do you think anybody else can tell?”

“They’d better not be looking! Why are you going commando? Not that I’m against the idea.”

Daniel was at eye-level with Jack’s crotch. “I can see that.”

Jack plucked at his trousers self-consciously and shot a glance at the surveillance camera in the corner of the room. He shifted position slightly.

“I spilled coffee, so I changed into clean BDUs, but I didn’t have a clean pair of briefs. Mine are rinsed out and hanging in the locker room.”

Jack’s lips curved salaciously. “And your boys are hanging, too.”

“Jack….” Daniel said warningly.

The lights flickered wildly.

“Do you have any idea how hot that is?”

“Yeah, I’m getting the idea.”

Jack plucked at his trousers again. “You do things to me, Daniel.”

“Not here I don’t!”

The lights went out.

“Oh!”

“Yeah, it’s pretty dark inside a mountain, isn’t it? The generator should be coming on. Wonder what the hell….”

The PA system came on. This is General Hammond. Maintenance has informed me that our electrical problems have necessitated a ‘reboot’ of large portions of the system. Communications and air revitalization remain unaffected due to built-in redundancies. The backup generator should be online in approximately ten minutes, at which time we will have minimal lighting. Full restoration of normal services may take upwards of half an hour. Remain where you are, keep the hallways clear and await further instructions. That is all.

Jack dropped to the floor and felt around cautiously for Daniel. “Come on, we’ve got at least ten minutes.”

“For what? Jack!”

“Keep your voice down, for cryin’ out loud!”

“Jack. Oh, God, Jack, nggh….”

It was fast and furious and completely crazy. Jack had never been so aroused in his entire life. He dry humped Daniel, whispering filthy things while Daniel clutched him and thrust up against him, whimpering.

Daniel actually came first, which surprised Jack, but maybe it was because Daniel had one less layer of cloth between… and then Jack was coming, too. He lay panting against Daniel’s neck for a long moment.

“Jack, what are we gonna do?”

“Break this party up, first of all,” Jack said sadly, with a pat to Daniel’s chest. He raised up and pushed himself away.

“This was crazy!” Daniel hissed. “You can’t walk out of here with come stains all over the place!”

“Thought about that.”

There was silence. Then Daniel said, “You were multi-tasking?”

“Just a little. You got any more coffee?”

“Oh. Am I about to have another accident?”

“I bumped into you when the lights went off.”

“And we both got coffee on our crotches?”

“If there’s enough we can get artistic and splash it around a little.”

“Jack, I love you.”

“You just want me for my brain. Now where’s that coffee? And don’t spill any of it… yet.”
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Prompts: Daniel's going commando and Jack's going crazy; Sex in either of their offices; Coming in their pants, while on base.

Re: SGC Covert Ops

[lilyleia78]

LOL! Daniel's VPL! Daniel's underwear drying in the locker room! New and improved uses for coffee! Fun, funny, and hot.

"On Notice"

[melayneseahawk.livejournal.com]

(Yeep, can I pretend I'm on the West Coast? Damn my boss for extending our hours...)

Daniel notices things.

Sure, he can be oblivious, but only because he's focused. When something claims his attention, he picks up on every little detail, turning puzzles over in his head until he's worked them out. It's part of what makes him so good at his job.

The other part, of course, is that he's more than willing to go out on a limb. When it's worth it.

So, he notices the way that he and Jack playfully wrestle in bed, but that the moment he pins Jack's wrists the other man goes still, almost vibrating in his own skin. Daniel notices that Jack moans deeper and comes harder when Daniel's pressing him into the bed, immobilizing him. It gets his brain ticking away. And researching, which is always fun.

And so, one night, when they've got a beautiful four day downtime ahead of them, Daniel sits down next to Jack on the couch and says, "So, I was thinking..."

"You're ever not?" Jack asks mildly, not looking up from his hockey game.

Daniel reaches out and snags the remote, turning off the game. It's not a new one, Jack won't mind too much. "I wanted to do an experiment. I'm pretty sure you'll enjoy it."

"Sure," Jack says, looking at Daniel curiously.

"Give me five minutes and then come to the bedroom." He's a little surprised that the other man actually listens, but exactly five minutes later there's a knock on the bedroom door, and Daniel asks him to enter.

He's stripped the bed down to the fitted sheet, the rest of the covers neatly folded over the back of a bachelor chair. He's also stripped himself to the waist, and piled a couple bandannas next to him on the bed. "Daniel?" Jack queries, and he doesn't sound happy.

Daniel winces, but doesn't back down. "I want to try something, ok?" he says. "Just humor me. I think you'll like it." Jack looks ready to protest. "Jack, do as I say," he says, in his best authoritarian voice.

He's almost surprised when Jack's back stiffens, but he doesn't let it show. He's got to be the one in control now, it's the only way this will work. "Strip and kneel," he says, adding, "On the bed," in consideration of Jack's knees. Jack doesn't move for a minute, but then he efficiently strips down and gets on the bed, sitting back on his heels with his knees a little spread. Daniel's gratified to notice that Jack is already hard enough that his cock is straining up toward his stomach. Looks like he got this right.

Daniel loops two of the bandannas around slats in the headboard about a foot apart. "Give me your hands," he says, soft but firm, and is rewarded with two long-fingered hands, palms up, resting on his knees. Quickly folding another of the bandannas like he'd seen in his research, he wraps it around Jack's wrist and ties it into a cuff, tight enough to hold but not cut off circulation. When Jack shows no indication of protesting, Daniel cuffs the other wrist as well. "You can tell me to stop at any time," he says, and Jack nods a little. "Lay down on your back."

Jack does as he's told, and Daniel stretches his arms above his head, one at a time. He secures the cuffs to the headboard and sits back to look his fill. Jack's pupils are blown wide, eyes almost black, and he's panting slightly. "Have you ever done this before?" Daniel asks. Jack shakes his head. "Good."

Standing to give himself a minute to breathe, Daniel strips out of his clothes before clambering back onto the bed and kneeling over Jack. "God, you're so hot like this," he says, running a hand over one of Jack's arms. "Tied down, at my mercy. And all for me." He traces the way Jack's muscles stand out in his tensed arms. "I'm going to fuck you like this," he says, low and husky. "Pull your legs apart and push into you and fuck you until you scream. And there's nothing you can do to stop me."

Jack cries out, the first noise he's made since they started, and comes, jets of semen spattering both their chests. Quickly, Daniel reaches up to untie him, tangling their fingers together. He's so close to coming, but it can wait.

mostly "first-time D/s or bondage"; a little "one discovers the other's proclivities, dubious consent"; and some "D/s or bondage discovery"

[spacemonkeyphd2.livejournal.com]

*pants and fans herself* mmmm decisions decisions....

[sid]

*snickers* Yes, well, it's all good, so where to begin? ;-)

[msbeata.livejournal.com]

Sweet!