A Little Sugar
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I asked the lovely![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zats_clear if there was anything I could get her for her birthday (she will be 27 this year!). She made three suggestions. So you get fluff, followed by massive character death, followed by fluff!
Also, a picture that we both like. Which is in the vaguest way the inspiration for the first fluffy piece.
Happy Birthday,zats_clear. Many happy returns!
1. Something inspired by that "want some sugar with your coffee" picture we both like
Title: A Little Sugar
Author:muck_a_luck, posting in brainofck
Pairing: Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill
Rating: R
Summary: Jack and Daniel on their honeymoon.
Content/warnings: None.
Words: 654
Disclaimer: If anybody is planning a script like this for SG-1, I'm certainly not going to claim any rights to it. However, I'd be delighted to work in a co-writing/consulting/first-reader/advisory-type capacity, with my fee to be negotiated at that time. :D
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only.muck_a_luck and brainofck
The Matrix: Purple. The Matrix is located here.
He stood in the doorway of the suite's bedroom, trying for a sexy pose, hip canted, pelvis and chest thrust out, one hand resting on his other hip. Relaxed. Ready. Totally hot. That was what he was going for. Their hosts had provided them with pajama type clothing made from some super-soft local fiber. Jack had taken the black ones, and now he was bare-chested, the loose fitting bottoms dipping low over his hipbones.
Sometimes, he was a little self-conscious trying to be sexy for Daniel, but before their first date, he had taken a long look at himself naked in a full-length mirror. He knew he had a good body. He was muscular and lanky, and for a lot of people, scars were a turn on. He quickly learned Daniel was one of those people. The gray seemed like a bad thing, but Daniel said Jack looked better now, with the silver, than when they first met. So.
Still. Daniel Jackson was an intimidating lover. He was always so distracted. Projects, ideas, problems. Mind and thoughts always somewhere else – someplace abstract and far away from the pleasures of the flesh.
But once you got his attention, it was worth every moment of self-doubt. And this was their freaky alien honeymoon on Hebridan while Carter indulged her inner daredevil and flew the Loop of Kon Garat. Time to get this show on the road.
"Want a little sugar with that coffee?" Jack asked in his growliest, most suggestive sex voice.
Daniel crinkled his nose and smacked his lips like he had tasted something bad.
"This is not coffee," he stated, squinting into the cup.
Jack resisted the totally unsexy urge to roll his eyes. They were on an alien planet after all. Of course it wasn't coffee.
"It's purple," Daniel continued. "And they don't serve it hot. I think they try to serve it at the consumer's exact body temperature." He quit looking in the cup and started peering at the outside of it, turning it this way and that in fascination. It was very tempting to turn the cups over, Jack had to admit. How could the cup hold the liquid in, but still let you drink through the anti-spill field? It was cool.
"I think the cup has some kind of temperature control," Daniel muttered.
"Daniel," Jack said sharply. Daniel looked up in surprise. Jack sauntered into the room, letting the pants drop even lower, his half-hard dick the only thing stopping them from just falling off. "You're missing the point."
"Sorry," Daniel said, dragging his eyes from Jack's "point" and over his broad, naked chest to meet his gaze. "Sorry," he repeated. "There was a point?"
"The point, Daniel," he murmured, twitching his hip and letting the pants slip down his thighs to the floor, "was not the coffee. It was the sugar."
"Oh. Well," said Daniel, just a little breathlessly. "As long as I can also have cream." He suddenly grinned wickedly. Jack pounced and grabbed the cup from Daniel's hand, tossing it across the room where it lay dejected and forgotten on its side, holding its contents at Daniel's former body temperature, til he noticed it on his way out of the shower a few hours later.
Daniel picked up the cup and handed it to Jack, who was still lounging in the bed.
"You know what this is supposed to be good for, don't you?" he asked. Jack took a sip of it and grimaced. It was far too sweet and tasted vaguely fruity, though he could never have named the fruit. Plus it had a garlic aftertaste. And it wasn't cold or hot. Body temperature, like Daniel said. Ew.
"Nope," Jack replied, handing it back.
Daniel just drank a big gulp of it with a gleam in his eye. With full cheeks, he leaned over and kissed him, letting the fluid into Jack's mouth. When they were done, Jack knew exactly what it was for.
The second piece: Worst Case
If you're interested, all my stories, in order, from one page. Also, my fiction recommendations.
I asked the lovely
zats_clear if there was anything I could get her for her birthday (she will be 27 this year!). She made three suggestions. So you get fluff, followed by massive character death, followed by fluff! Also, a picture that we both like. Which is in the vaguest way the inspiration for the first fluffy piece.
Happy Birthday,
zats_clear. Many happy returns!1. Something inspired by that "want some sugar with your coffee" picture we both like
Title: A Little Sugar
Author:
muck_a_luck, posting in brainofckPairing: Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill
Rating: R
Summary: Jack and Daniel on their honeymoon.
Content/warnings: None.
Words: 654
Disclaimer: If anybody is planning a script like this for SG-1, I'm certainly not going to claim any rights to it. However, I'd be delighted to work in a co-writing/consulting/first-reader/advisory-type capacity, with my fee to be negotiated at that time. :D
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only.
muck_a_luck and brainofckThe Matrix: Purple. The Matrix is located here.
He stood in the doorway of the suite's bedroom, trying for a sexy pose, hip canted, pelvis and chest thrust out, one hand resting on his other hip. Relaxed. Ready. Totally hot. That was what he was going for. Their hosts had provided them with pajama type clothing made from some super-soft local fiber. Jack had taken the black ones, and now he was bare-chested, the loose fitting bottoms dipping low over his hipbones.
Sometimes, he was a little self-conscious trying to be sexy for Daniel, but before their first date, he had taken a long look at himself naked in a full-length mirror. He knew he had a good body. He was muscular and lanky, and for a lot of people, scars were a turn on. He quickly learned Daniel was one of those people. The gray seemed like a bad thing, but Daniel said Jack looked better now, with the silver, than when they first met. So.
Still. Daniel Jackson was an intimidating lover. He was always so distracted. Projects, ideas, problems. Mind and thoughts always somewhere else – someplace abstract and far away from the pleasures of the flesh.
But once you got his attention, it was worth every moment of self-doubt. And this was their freaky alien honeymoon on Hebridan while Carter indulged her inner daredevil and flew the Loop of Kon Garat. Time to get this show on the road.
"Want a little sugar with that coffee?" Jack asked in his growliest, most suggestive sex voice.
Daniel crinkled his nose and smacked his lips like he had tasted something bad.
"This is not coffee," he stated, squinting into the cup.
Jack resisted the totally unsexy urge to roll his eyes. They were on an alien planet after all. Of course it wasn't coffee.
"It's purple," Daniel continued. "And they don't serve it hot. I think they try to serve it at the consumer's exact body temperature." He quit looking in the cup and started peering at the outside of it, turning it this way and that in fascination. It was very tempting to turn the cups over, Jack had to admit. How could the cup hold the liquid in, but still let you drink through the anti-spill field? It was cool.
"I think the cup has some kind of temperature control," Daniel muttered.
"Daniel," Jack said sharply. Daniel looked up in surprise. Jack sauntered into the room, letting the pants drop even lower, his half-hard dick the only thing stopping them from just falling off. "You're missing the point."
"Sorry," Daniel said, dragging his eyes from Jack's "point" and over his broad, naked chest to meet his gaze. "Sorry," he repeated. "There was a point?"
"The point, Daniel," he murmured, twitching his hip and letting the pants slip down his thighs to the floor, "was not the coffee. It was the sugar."
"Oh. Well," said Daniel, just a little breathlessly. "As long as I can also have cream." He suddenly grinned wickedly. Jack pounced and grabbed the cup from Daniel's hand, tossing it across the room where it lay dejected and forgotten on its side, holding its contents at Daniel's former body temperature, til he noticed it on his way out of the shower a few hours later.
Daniel picked up the cup and handed it to Jack, who was still lounging in the bed.
"You know what this is supposed to be good for, don't you?" he asked. Jack took a sip of it and grimaced. It was far too sweet and tasted vaguely fruity, though he could never have named the fruit. Plus it had a garlic aftertaste. And it wasn't cold or hot. Body temperature, like Daniel said. Ew.
"Nope," Jack replied, handing it back.
Daniel just drank a big gulp of it with a gleam in his eye. With full cheeks, he leaned over and kissed him, letting the fluid into Jack's mouth. When they were done, Jack knew exactly what it was for.
The second piece: Worst Case
If you're interested, all my stories, in order, from one page. Also, my fiction recommendations.
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Date: 2007-09-27 04:27 am (UTC)And, OH DANIEL! *smacks him* No ignoring Jack's "point"! *snicker*
Adorkskable!
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Date: 2007-09-28 01:54 am (UTC)I was too tired to write real porn. *hangs head*
Though I was inordinately pleased with the throwing of the cup!
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Date: 2007-09-27 05:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-28 01:55 am (UTC)the point is not the coffee, it's the sugar
Date: 2007-09-27 12:30 pm (UTC)great opener to the trio
Re: the point is not the coffee, it's the sugar
Date: 2007-09-28 01:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-27 12:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-28 01:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-27 03:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-28 01:57 am (UTC)Eh. The smut. I copped out on it and faded to black. The cup is much more interesting!
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Date: 2007-09-28 12:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-28 01:59 am (UTC)And I should say, you have given me some awesome feedback over the last few weeks, and I have been hideously bad about thanking you! One day, when I am sitting down with my g-mail, you'll get, like, a million thank you notes in one day! *scuffs shoe*
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Date: 2007-09-28 01:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-28 02:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-28 10:53 pm (UTC)Love slef concious Jack and always oblivious Daniel!