Another one of those them there ficlets
Jul. 27th, 2004 12:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thegrrrl2002I'm feeling a bit cranky today, so I wrote this to amuse myself. It's not beta'd, and probably a bit rushed, but being that I'm in a mood, I'm not sure it's worth the effort to pretty up.
Reason #435 Why Off-World Sex is Not A Good Idea
Jack leans over the balcony, eyeing the dark valley below. No movement of any kind. Good. Not that he expected any. The planet is uninhabited, and since the address came from the ancient knowledge downloaded into his head years ago, he doesn't expect any trouble. Aside from the fact that he always expects trouble.
The sky is grey with pre-dawn light. He watches the stars near the horizon fade, enjoying the quiet, broken only by the occasional twittering bird. He decides to complete his watch with another round through the long corridors of the temple. After that he will wake Daniel, if Daniel isn't already awake and salivating over the ancient chicken-scratches awaiting him. Jack likes to wake Daniel up. He's amused by it, by the way Daniel mutters and grunts at him. He likes even better when those grunts turn into moans, with a little "oh, god, oh Jack," on the side.
But not here, of course, because they're off-world, and Daniel is sleeping in the same large chamber with Teal'c and Sam. Jack thinks about it though, as he walks along the glassy, reflective walls. Daniel, with his eyes closed, his mouth open, letting out sounds of pure pleasure. Jack's cock thickens at the thought of a slow, sleepy fuck; the kind of lovemaking that feels as though it should go on for hours.
"Right," he says quietly. They still have a week's worth of work to do here, no sense getting all worked up at this point. He slings the P-90 back over his shoulder and enters one of the connecting corridors, peering into empty rooms. At least he's no longer startled when he catches his reflection in the semi-darkness. The temple is full of mirrored surfaces, which fascinates Daniel but makes Jack uneasy.
He hears something. It's very faint, a mere scuffle--could be feet on the tile floor. He freezes, head cocked, listening. Definitely footsteps. He swings the P90 into position, but already he recognizes the cadence of the steps.
"Jack?" a soft voice says in the darkness.
"Hello, Daniel," Jack responds, lowering his gun. A familiar figure approaches him, a silhouette with broad shoulders, slim hips, ruffled hair. Daniel had decided to be an early bird, after all.
"Jack, I--" is all Daniel can get out before Jack gives in to temptation and flattens him against the wall with a kiss. Daniel gives a surprising little squeal of protest, but Jack doesn't care, it's the first moment alone they've had in days and hell, it's just one little kiss. Daniel tries to turn his head away, but Jack grabs it in both hands and holds him still. Even so, Daniel still tries to talk to him, and Jack has to slide his tongue into Daniel's mouth to keep him quiet. Because he's had enough of talking. They've been talking all week. He wants to do something else with his mouth now.
Apparently, Daniel gets it. He relaxes, lets out a soft little chuckle and wraps his arms around Jack. His mouth is rough and demanding, just the way Jack likes it. Daniel's body feels so good that Jack has to reach under Daniel's shirt to get his hands on that skin, has to rub the flat stomach and hard muscle. Daniel's hands go to his ass, squeezing, pulling him closer. Jack wonders vaguely if this wasn't such a good idea, because he can already feel Daniel's cock pressing happily against his thigh, and his own cock is poking into Daniel's hip. One little kiss could never be enough. It's only a taste of what he could have, and instead of releasing tension it only ratchets it up further.
Once the rubbing starts he knows he's done for. It's a slippery slope--there's no halfway when it comes to Daniel. A kiss, just one little kiss, and it was his own command decision but he never specified where that kiss would be, right? He fumbles with Daniel's belt, his fingers suddenly clumsy. Daniel is encouraging him, tumbling right down that slope with him as he unbuttons his pants for Jack, a tight little moan of pleasure escaping from his mouth.
It has to be quick. Jack sinks down onto his knees, his mouth finding Daniel's cock. Daniel's hips jerk and his whimper has a frantic note to it. Daniel's cock tastes salty, and it grows even harder as Jack sucks, sliding his lips down the length of it, cramming as much of it into his mouth as he can. Daniel's pubic hair tickles his nose, and Jack loves the way he smells, loves the sweat and the dirt. He wants to bury his nose behind Daniel's balls, he wants to taste the crack of his ass, he wants to be mindlessly naked with Daniel. But he's not naked, he's all geared up in his vest, with his P90 on his shoulder, because he's still on duty even though he's down on his knees sucking on Daniel's cock. And it's wrong, so very wrong that he has to reach a hand into his own unfastened pants and squeeze, thinking that this might be the best idea he's ever had.
It doesn't take long for Daniel's body to start trembling, his fingers skittering through Jack's hair as he gasps for air. Jack sucks hard, once, twice and then Daniel thrusts into his mouth and comes and comes and comes, silently. Jack moans and keeps sucking until Daniel pulls away, all the while jerking himself off with quick, short strokes, his own need spiraling skyward. It's just light enough out now for Jack to admire his handiwork--Daniel's cock resting against a pale thigh, the bead of come glistening on the tip, dripping down onto the edge of Daniel's pants, his brown pants--brown? That's not right, they don't have brown BDUs, not like that--who the hell?
Fuck. It's all wrong, but it's too late, Jack can't stop himself. He comes, sharp, jagged pleasure mixed with panic as he hears Daniel's voice from a distance, calling his name.
When his vision clears, *his* Daniel has arrived, his Daniel with the green BDUs, his Daniel with the arms folded against his chest and an indecipherable expression on his face. Brown BDU Daniel is grinning at him as he buttons his pants.
Fuck.
Jack doesn't even want to look at the tall gray-haired man approaching, but he does. Of course the man is wearing the same wrong-color-brown BDUs, and of course the man has an all-too-familiar face, not to mention an all-too-familiar "what the fuck?" scowl. Jack closes his eyes, hand still clutching his dripping cock. But the ground refuses to do the decent thing and swallow him up. Resigned, he opens his eyes again, wipes his mouth, and pastes on a smile.
"Next?" he asks, brightly.
Reason #435 Why Off-World Sex is Not A Good Idea
Jack leans over the balcony, eyeing the dark valley below. No movement of any kind. Good. Not that he expected any. The planet is uninhabited, and since the address came from the ancient knowledge downloaded into his head years ago, he doesn't expect any trouble. Aside from the fact that he always expects trouble.
The sky is grey with pre-dawn light. He watches the stars near the horizon fade, enjoying the quiet, broken only by the occasional twittering bird. He decides to complete his watch with another round through the long corridors of the temple. After that he will wake Daniel, if Daniel isn't already awake and salivating over the ancient chicken-scratches awaiting him. Jack likes to wake Daniel up. He's amused by it, by the way Daniel mutters and grunts at him. He likes even better when those grunts turn into moans, with a little "oh, god, oh Jack," on the side.
But not here, of course, because they're off-world, and Daniel is sleeping in the same large chamber with Teal'c and Sam. Jack thinks about it though, as he walks along the glassy, reflective walls. Daniel, with his eyes closed, his mouth open, letting out sounds of pure pleasure. Jack's cock thickens at the thought of a slow, sleepy fuck; the kind of lovemaking that feels as though it should go on for hours.
"Right," he says quietly. They still have a week's worth of work to do here, no sense getting all worked up at this point. He slings the P-90 back over his shoulder and enters one of the connecting corridors, peering into empty rooms. At least he's no longer startled when he catches his reflection in the semi-darkness. The temple is full of mirrored surfaces, which fascinates Daniel but makes Jack uneasy.
He hears something. It's very faint, a mere scuffle--could be feet on the tile floor. He freezes, head cocked, listening. Definitely footsteps. He swings the P90 into position, but already he recognizes the cadence of the steps.
"Jack?" a soft voice says in the darkness.
"Hello, Daniel," Jack responds, lowering his gun. A familiar figure approaches him, a silhouette with broad shoulders, slim hips, ruffled hair. Daniel had decided to be an early bird, after all.
"Jack, I--" is all Daniel can get out before Jack gives in to temptation and flattens him against the wall with a kiss. Daniel gives a surprising little squeal of protest, but Jack doesn't care, it's the first moment alone they've had in days and hell, it's just one little kiss. Daniel tries to turn his head away, but Jack grabs it in both hands and holds him still. Even so, Daniel still tries to talk to him, and Jack has to slide his tongue into Daniel's mouth to keep him quiet. Because he's had enough of talking. They've been talking all week. He wants to do something else with his mouth now.
Apparently, Daniel gets it. He relaxes, lets out a soft little chuckle and wraps his arms around Jack. His mouth is rough and demanding, just the way Jack likes it. Daniel's body feels so good that Jack has to reach under Daniel's shirt to get his hands on that skin, has to rub the flat stomach and hard muscle. Daniel's hands go to his ass, squeezing, pulling him closer. Jack wonders vaguely if this wasn't such a good idea, because he can already feel Daniel's cock pressing happily against his thigh, and his own cock is poking into Daniel's hip. One little kiss could never be enough. It's only a taste of what he could have, and instead of releasing tension it only ratchets it up further.
Once the rubbing starts he knows he's done for. It's a slippery slope--there's no halfway when it comes to Daniel. A kiss, just one little kiss, and it was his own command decision but he never specified where that kiss would be, right? He fumbles with Daniel's belt, his fingers suddenly clumsy. Daniel is encouraging him, tumbling right down that slope with him as he unbuttons his pants for Jack, a tight little moan of pleasure escaping from his mouth.
It has to be quick. Jack sinks down onto his knees, his mouth finding Daniel's cock. Daniel's hips jerk and his whimper has a frantic note to it. Daniel's cock tastes salty, and it grows even harder as Jack sucks, sliding his lips down the length of it, cramming as much of it into his mouth as he can. Daniel's pubic hair tickles his nose, and Jack loves the way he smells, loves the sweat and the dirt. He wants to bury his nose behind Daniel's balls, he wants to taste the crack of his ass, he wants to be mindlessly naked with Daniel. But he's not naked, he's all geared up in his vest, with his P90 on his shoulder, because he's still on duty even though he's down on his knees sucking on Daniel's cock. And it's wrong, so very wrong that he has to reach a hand into his own unfastened pants and squeeze, thinking that this might be the best idea he's ever had.
It doesn't take long for Daniel's body to start trembling, his fingers skittering through Jack's hair as he gasps for air. Jack sucks hard, once, twice and then Daniel thrusts into his mouth and comes and comes and comes, silently. Jack moans and keeps sucking until Daniel pulls away, all the while jerking himself off with quick, short strokes, his own need spiraling skyward. It's just light enough out now for Jack to admire his handiwork--Daniel's cock resting against a pale thigh, the bead of come glistening on the tip, dripping down onto the edge of Daniel's pants, his brown pants--brown? That's not right, they don't have brown BDUs, not like that--who the hell?
Fuck. It's all wrong, but it's too late, Jack can't stop himself. He comes, sharp, jagged pleasure mixed with panic as he hears Daniel's voice from a distance, calling his name.
When his vision clears, *his* Daniel has arrived, his Daniel with the green BDUs, his Daniel with the arms folded against his chest and an indecipherable expression on his face. Brown BDU Daniel is grinning at him as he buttons his pants.
Fuck.
Jack doesn't even want to look at the tall gray-haired man approaching, but he does. Of course the man is wearing the same wrong-color-brown BDUs, and of course the man has an all-too-familiar face, not to mention an all-too-familiar "what the fuck?" scowl. Jack closes his eyes, hand still clutching his dripping cock. But the ground refuses to do the decent thing and swallow him up. Resigned, he opens his eyes again, wipes his mouth, and pastes on a smile.
"Next?" he asks, brightly.
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Date: 2004-07-27 10:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-27 10:55 am (UTC)But hey, you enjoyed it too! *g* Evil girl, you.
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Date: 2004-07-27 10:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-27 10:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2004-07-27 10:59 am (UTC)now i'm thinking Jack/Jack !!!! *eg*
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Date: 2004-07-27 11:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2004-07-27 11:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-27 12:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-27 11:48 am (UTC)bwahahahahahahah!
mmmmmmmmm, horny!Jack.
*daydreams*
*offers you chocolate covered!Jack* Chocolate is always good to get rid of crankiness. ;)
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Date: 2004-07-27 12:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-27 11:49 am (UTC)although possibly in a good way.
I think it would only be right for green-BDU Daniel to do something for the other Jack now. Just to keep things equal. *g*
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Date: 2004-07-27 12:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-27 12:18 pm (UTC)Jack/Jack sounds good to me. How about Jack/Jack/Daniel/Daniel while you're about it? Say, weren't you looking for a way to have Jack with 4 Daniels? Voila!
Did someone mention chocolate-covered Jack? Yum. Melts in your mouth, not in your hand. Hee.
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Date: 2004-07-27 12:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-27 12:38 pm (UTC)I would also like to offer humongous bribes to write the obvious next scene. I mean, come *ON*, leaving it like that is just evil! Especially when there's the obvious possibility of Jack/Jack. And two Daniels. And basically a triple-teamed Jack. Ooooooooooh!
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Date: 2004-07-28 05:18 pm (UTC)"I'm *so* not touching that."
"Hey, come on, it'll be just like masturbating, only bet-ter."
My brain fries after that. But you're right, it would be fun. Along with a triple-teamed Jack.
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Date: 2004-07-27 01:43 pm (UTC)Thank you. *g*
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Date: 2004-07-28 05:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-27 05:40 pm (UTC)And I second the motion for Jack/Daniel/Daniel etc. You can even throw in an extra Jack, if you like.
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Date: 2004-07-28 05:24 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-07-28 05:26 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2004-07-27 06:50 pm (UTC)"Next." Priceless!!
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Date: 2004-07-28 05:26 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed, thank you so much!
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Date: 2004-07-27 06:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-28 05:27 pm (UTC)Your icon is just perfect! Love it.
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Date: 2004-07-27 08:36 pm (UTC)OMG I can't tell you how much I needed that right now. Thank you.
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Date: 2004-07-28 05:28 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2004-07-27 09:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-28 05:29 pm (UTC)Hope you had a less-horrid day today.
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Date: 2004-07-28 04:02 am (UTC)I love your mind.
And this is very pretty as is.
Very pretty.
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Date: 2004-07-28 05:30 pm (UTC)Great icon, BTW! Love the expression.
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Date: 2004-07-28 05:28 am (UTC)Wonderful:) Jack is going to be in so much trouble, or maybe in for the orgy experience of his life...I would love to see more of this universe...
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Date: 2004-07-28 05:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-29 07:47 am (UTC)But the ground refuses to do the decent thing and swallow him up.
*g*
You do realize you now need to write a sequel, don't you?
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Date: 2004-07-30 06:11 am (UTC)Thank you, glad you enjoyed this!
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Date: 2004-07-30 04:53 am (UTC)God, woman, you can be *so* bed -- in the good way of course ^_~
Gotta love the mirrors...
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Date: 2004-07-30 04:54 am (UTC)not 'bed'
::smacks self::
bad bed?
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Date: 2004-08-03 12:22 pm (UTC)I feel positively perky now. I can go back to work with a grin. *g*
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Date: 2004-08-04 07:12 am (UTC)Thank you, I'm thinking the hot might have worked for you, and I'm quite tickled. Glad I could make you grin and be perky. (I had no idea I had such powers! Cool!)