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J/D Kinkathon

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!

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Whoo, first fic! Yay, and thanks!

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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Jack's lubed hand would move around front. Would wrap around Daniel's throbbing dick. Jack's dry hand would move to clutch at Daniel's hip for leverage as Jack thrust himself hard and deep into Daniel. Pounding. Slamming into him. Jack's firm hand would whip over his cock, nearly driving him out of his mind with desire.

Daniel would hear Jack's voice in his ear. Would feel Jack's breath on his neck.

"Say my name," Jack would demand, his voice low. Harsh. Growling.

"Jack," Daniel would reply.

"Who do you belong to?"

"Jack."

"Who fucks you?"

"Jack."

"Who loves you?" Jack would ask, his voice tender.

"Oh, God," Daniel would say, his voice panting and broken, "you, Jack. Always you. Only you."

With that, their passion, their desire, their need for each other would break free. Feeling Jack come inside him would push Daniel over the edge. His own orgasm would be earth shattering. Spectacular. Mind blowing. A thing of trembling limbs and boneless satiation. Jack would keep him up. Keep him safe. Would hold Daniel with those capable gloved hands as they rested against the wall and each other, still quivering in the aftermath.

"Earth to Daniel. Are you even listening to me?"

With a start, Daniel returned to the here and now. He wasn't cuddling in post-coital bliss with Jack plastered up against him, but was sitting cross legged on the ground looking up at a cranky Colonel. Jack had taken his sunglasses off when he entered the building, but he was still wearing those gloves.

"Daniel, you've been sitting stock still in front of that thing for a good fifteen minutes. You were so zoned out you didn't answer me. You are still you, aren't you?" Jack cast an appraising eye over Daniel, apparently looking for signs of alien possession. His eye stopped at Daniel's crotch and one eyebrow lifted in comment.

Daniel could feel the heat as he flushed in embarrassment as Jack got an eye full of Daniel's very obvious erection.

Smirking, Jack asked, "So, what brought that on?"

Pointing with his chin, Daniel indicated the gloves. "Are those washable?"

Taken aback by a seeming change of subject, Jack frowned. "Yeeaaah," he drawled. "What's that got to do with - "

"Bring them home," interrupted Daniel in his best sultry do-me voice, "and I'll show you. Bring the whole outfit."

Jack raised both eyebrows for a moment, then licked his lips and swallowed hard. "Deal." He looked thoughtfully at Daniel, his gaze bouncing from Daniel's face to his crotch and back again. "But only if you bring your desert camos too. Only ditch the Boonie and bring the bandanna."

Daniel's cock twitched and he exhaled sharply as he held Jack's gaze. With a brisk nod, Jack returned to his perimeter patrols, but it seemed to Daniel there was an extra spring in his step. Understandable. Daniel picked up his reference book. The sooner he finished this, the sooner they could leave and now, Daniel had extra incentive.

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Pointing with his chin, Daniel indicated the gloves. "Are those washable?" -- rotf!

It's totally cool how you aimed the whole fic at Daniel asking Jack to wear the gloves. Hot mission fantasy whoooo! And I adore that exchange at the end. Jack's reaction to Daniel's erection is so longtime-partner of him -- easygoing and tolerant right alongside the smirk -- and Daniel's so to-the-point and perfectly Daniel. And of course Jack has a request too! And now Daniel can get his work done. Win-win-win. :-) :-)

Daniel indicated the gloves. "Are those washable?" -- rotf!

That's our Daniel - passionate yet practical, bless him.

Thanks for the detailed comments -that "long time ease" was what I was shooting for. That and the hawt sexxin, of course. :D

My pleasure! :-)

Every time I hear Daniel's voice, it sounds like a do-me voice to me. ::happy sigh::

Glad you liked it!

I loved the do-me voice too. ♥

I'm going to go slightly nuts the next time I see Jack in those gloves. ;-)

I liked Daniel's fantasy - and I bet the reality will be even better!

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

Deeds xx

Oh, just great. And now I have to wonder what the flip-side version with Jack and the bandana are. The glove really does work wonderfully as an evocative and sensual image. I especially loved the line "Daniel's cheek and jaw would be cradled in leather and flesh and bone."

Any chance you could re-post your comment to the end of Cats' fic here? It's so good of you to leave feedback and I hate to make work for you, but that way she'll be sure of seeing it. Thanks, Deeds! :-)

Apparently, *I* go slightly nuts about those gloves. I had no idea all of that was lurking under the surface waiting to be written. :D

Both of those men have great hands - big, strong, with long slender elegant fingers. Guh!

I have to wonder what the flip-side version with Jack and the bandana

I would tell you but you're far too young to hear such smut. :P

Eep, your comment replied to the main entry instead of to the comment of the person who posted. Any chance you could re-post your comment to the writer so they'll be sure of seeing it? For

prehistoric_sea it's either here at the comment giving the link or over here on the fic itself. For

chattycatsmeow it's here.

Thanks!!

(Re-posting this comment 'cause I realized I wasn't sure which fic yours was intended for. :-))

"I would tell you but you're far too young to hear such smut. :P"

Why, thank you ma'am. If only... ;-)

"You are still you, aren't you?" Jack cast an appraising eye over Daniel, apparently looking for signs of alien possession.
------That's a great line and I it's interesting to read that this is the first thing that comes to Jack's mind. *g*

I really like it that both have the same fantasy in the end and will act on it at home! Very nice!

“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.

That's a great line and I it's interesting to read that this is the first thing that comes to Jack's mind.

It's just one more sign of how very different their lives are due to the Stargate program. :D

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!

Holy crap woman! *spontaneously bursts into flames*

How the hell did Daniel not just come in his pants after all that? *fans what little remains of self*

Oh! Oh My God.

That's got everything, right there. The wistful old and the unfamiliar new and the tender heat and the wonderful connection between them.

Last two lines are fucking awesome.

*hoses you down*

The question is, how did I get anything done at my day job while working on this on the sly. :D

Found this while looking for the next fic -

Thanks for the feedback! I love my kinky, old-married-couple OTP. Glad you do, too. :D

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