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theemdash, I commented: "I can imagine their first encounter being prounounced 'the only one.' Then the next one, Jack says, 'never again.' And so on."
The thought came to me this morning...
I'm going to do these at random, as they occur to me. I will not announce them. When I have my 50, I will organize them in what I consider to be chronological order and post them as a set. Meanwhile, use the tag to link to the whole group.
One
Daniel lay belly-down in the damp sheets. The faint grey light from the windows made Jack look otherworldly, surreal. Beautiful. "The only time," Jack had gasped with Daniel pinned under him. Jack stealthily collected his clothes from the floor. Daniel listened to Jack leave him without a word or a touch. Daniel's lips were bruised from the violence of Jack's kisses. And there were other pains. Later, in the kitchen he found the journal he had been reading when Jack walked in on him last night discarded on the counter. At the top of the page it said, "I'm sorry."
Two
They dressed him in white. Shaved his head. Forced some vile liquid down his throat that made him spacey. "I'd rather have a final fuck," he muttered. It was going to be a hanging, of all the stupid ways to die on an alien planet. Then the guard appeared with a hissing, spitting Daniel, naked head to toe, arms manacled to his feet. "No fucking allowed," said the guard with a leer, "but why not see him naked?" Jack kissed him,. Kissed him as they blindfolded him, manacled him, until they dragged him away, dreamily tasting Daniel on his lips.
Three
Jack reluctantly rolled to his belly.
"I know," Daniel assured him.
Jack hissed as Daniel separated his cheeks. Reared up on all fours at the touch of Daniel's tongue. Daniel wrapped a strong arm around his thighs until Jack surrendered. As Daniel feasted, licked, bit, sucked - fucked him with his tongue, Jack collapsed onto his forearms, ass in the air.
Daniel tried a gentle, pressing fingertip. Jack groaned. Daniel worked in one knuckle, two.
"Stop," Jack growled.
Daniel stopped and Jack attacked. Shoved in. Pounded him, snarling curses.
"I won't be back," he said furiously, as he stalked out.
Four
"Go away. I'm not taking advantage of you when you're drunk."
"No. Let's fuck."
"Really? Ten months... I was sure you meant it the last time."
"I did mean it. But I still wanna get my dick up your ass."
Daniel shoved away mauling hands.
"Forget it."
Then.
"Unless you want to get my dick up your ass."
The slap rung sharply. Open handed, and Daniel was still staggered.
His right hook broke Jack's nose.
"Get out and quit bleeding on my carpet," Daniel spat.
Later, "Daniel defended his theory," was all Jack would say about his two black eyes.
Five (PG-13)
Marcus was young and lithe and looked great dancing. Daniel cornered him on the dance floor, herded him to a table, bought him a drink, dazzled him with smiles and wit.
"Well, hello, Danny boy."
"Jack," said Daniel, turning from his catch.
Marcus was the only one giving Jack a welcoming smile.
"Friend of yours, Daniel?" Marcus extended his hand. Jack pointedly 'didn't notice.'
"Of sorts," Daniel said.
"What are you up to, Daniel?" Jack's tone warning.
"Making new friends, Jack," the reply was light, mocking.
"I'll leave you to it then," Jack's smile was dark, as he stalked away.
Six (PG)
Out for beers, as a team. Rain. Gate malfunctions. Minor injuries. Not quite ready to be alone.
"Jack O'Neill?!"
She was attractive. Forty-something. Giving Jack an obvious once-over.
"Mary Steenbergen?!" Jack exclaimed.
The woman shrieked and smacked him on the arm.
"Mary Sterling," he introduced her, grinning.
After an evening of reminiscing, and their alcohol-lubricated touching was making even Teal'c uncomfortable. Daniel excused himself to the men's room.
Coming back, he crashed into Jack, leaving with Mary's hand down the back of his Dockers.
Daniel's eyes met Jack's- cold and hard.
Back at the table, Daniel ordered Jack Daniel's, straight.
Seven
Daniel opened the door groggily. Jack shoved him back, the door slamming shut behind him, Daniel against the wall with a hot tongue down his throat, a cool hand down his sweats. No requests. Jack maneuvered them to the couch, shoved Daniel over the arm, undid his fly. Somehow there was lube, then Jack was fucking him with no prep. It burned but Jack knew what to do and there was a new, embarrassing stain on Daniel's couch. Jack was zipped up and out the door so fast the breeze from the hall on Daniel's bare ass made him shiver.
Eight
"I'm sorry about your nose," Daniel said, fingers twining through Jack's silken-soft hair.
"I deserved it," murmured damply against Daniel's skin.
"Still doesn't make it right," Daniel replied.
Daniel relished the feel of Jack's relaxed body in his arms. Daniel could count the times Jack stayed on the fingers of one hand. He longed for these times – after.
"This isn't right, either. I can't do this."
Daniel didn't answer.
Jack started moving. "I should go."
Daniel desperately wanted...
"I've never asked you." He stopped before he started.
"That's the best reason to go."
Daniel sat listening to Jack's retreating footsteps.
Nine
Daniel couldn't imagine Shau're anymore. He could only think of Amonet and Apophis...
But he couldn't live as a eunuch. Sometimes, he thought of ... things ... like sweaty, exhausted Jack, head tipped back against a tree, beads of sweat trickling down his neck. Daniel lost it.
Afterwards, sleeping with Jack in a tent became torture. Daniel resisted for weeks before giving in, furtively touching himself, but he was too horrified for it to work.
"Oh, for cryin' out loud," Jack whispered, exasperated. Daniel came with a gasp.
A heartbeat later, Teal'c rattled the flap.
Jack left for his watch.
Ten
In the corridor outside his office, Jack caught him by the arm and yanked him into the supply closet. Spun him around and held him against the door. His hand found its way under Daniel's shirt.
"Were you thinking of me?"
His eyes were cold. His voice was soft. He was angry. But his hand on Daniel's belly was gently stroking. Moving lower.
Daniel swallowed and said nothing.
"You were," he growled. Then kissed him as his hand plunged down.
He was ruthlessly gentle, and cruelly efficient.
When he left, Daniel didn't even know if Jack had even gotten hard.
Eleven
It was bad. It was really, really bad.
Daniel was hyperventilating from pain. He could see bone. There were sharpened stakes set in the ground. That would be the cause of the searing, ripping, mind-bending pain in his back. Beyond the edge of the pit, Jack was cursing. A rope snaked down, then Jack was beside him, tight-lipped.
Fifteen minutes of triage and a shot of morphine later, Jack said, "Don't you die while I'm gone, Daniel."
A kiss to the corner of Daniel's panting mouth. A gun laid in his palm. Jack headed for the Gate at a sprint.
Twelve
The speaker droned on.
Not fair. The presentation was interesting and important.
Usually Daniel would be all over it. But he was distracted.
Under the table, naked toes were gripping his knee, and easing their way along his inner thigh.
Definitely not a boot.
Jack was slumped in his chair, eyes fixed on the slideshow, the picture of bored concentration.
Obviously it ended while Daniel was trying to figure out how to get rid of those bare toes without anyone else noticing.
He bolted the room in an unseemly, unprofessional manner, making no excuse, not even looking at Jack.
Bastard.
Thirteen
He pulled the long plastic curtain closed behind him . Good enough for don't ask, don't tell. Jack was just done rinsing the soap out of his eyes. Daniel was heavier and stronger than Jack these days. He could curl, press and squat more than Jack probably ever had. Of course, as he went down to his knees in the draining water, that wouldn't matter one bit if Jack kneed him in the face. When Daniel got to his feet, licking saltbitter from his lips, Jack looked shattered. Devastated. Daniel left, nodding to the camera in passing. No more kisses.
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theemdash, I commented: "I can imagine their first encounter being prounounced 'the only one.' Then the next one, Jack says, 'never again.' And so on." The thought came to me this morning...
I'm going to do these at random, as they occur to me. I will not announce them. When I have my 50, I will organize them in what I consider to be chronological order and post them as a set. Meanwhile, use the tag to link to the whole group.
One
Daniel lay belly-down in the damp sheets. The faint grey light from the windows made Jack look otherworldly, surreal. Beautiful. "The only time," Jack had gasped with Daniel pinned under him. Jack stealthily collected his clothes from the floor. Daniel listened to Jack leave him without a word or a touch. Daniel's lips were bruised from the violence of Jack's kisses. And there were other pains. Later, in the kitchen he found the journal he had been reading when Jack walked in on him last night discarded on the counter. At the top of the page it said, "I'm sorry."
Two
They dressed him in white. Shaved his head. Forced some vile liquid down his throat that made him spacey. "I'd rather have a final fuck," he muttered. It was going to be a hanging, of all the stupid ways to die on an alien planet. Then the guard appeared with a hissing, spitting Daniel, naked head to toe, arms manacled to his feet. "No fucking allowed," said the guard with a leer, "but why not see him naked?" Jack kissed him,. Kissed him as they blindfolded him, manacled him, until they dragged him away, dreamily tasting Daniel on his lips.
Three
Jack reluctantly rolled to his belly.
"I know," Daniel assured him.
Jack hissed as Daniel separated his cheeks. Reared up on all fours at the touch of Daniel's tongue. Daniel wrapped a strong arm around his thighs until Jack surrendered. As Daniel feasted, licked, bit, sucked - fucked him with his tongue, Jack collapsed onto his forearms, ass in the air.
Daniel tried a gentle, pressing fingertip. Jack groaned. Daniel worked in one knuckle, two.
"Stop," Jack growled.
Daniel stopped and Jack attacked. Shoved in. Pounded him, snarling curses.
"I won't be back," he said furiously, as he stalked out.
Four
"Go away. I'm not taking advantage of you when you're drunk."
"No. Let's fuck."
"Really? Ten months... I was sure you meant it the last time."
"I did mean it. But I still wanna get my dick up your ass."
Daniel shoved away mauling hands.
"Forget it."
Then.
"Unless you want to get my dick up your ass."
The slap rung sharply. Open handed, and Daniel was still staggered.
His right hook broke Jack's nose.
"Get out and quit bleeding on my carpet," Daniel spat.
Later, "Daniel defended his theory," was all Jack would say about his two black eyes.
Five (PG-13)
Marcus was young and lithe and looked great dancing. Daniel cornered him on the dance floor, herded him to a table, bought him a drink, dazzled him with smiles and wit.
"Well, hello, Danny boy."
"Jack," said Daniel, turning from his catch.
Marcus was the only one giving Jack a welcoming smile.
"Friend of yours, Daniel?" Marcus extended his hand. Jack pointedly 'didn't notice.'
"Of sorts," Daniel said.
"What are you up to, Daniel?" Jack's tone warning.
"Making new friends, Jack," the reply was light, mocking.
"I'll leave you to it then," Jack's smile was dark, as he stalked away.
Six (PG)
Out for beers, as a team. Rain. Gate malfunctions. Minor injuries. Not quite ready to be alone.
"Jack O'Neill?!"
She was attractive. Forty-something. Giving Jack an obvious once-over.
"Mary Steenbergen?!" Jack exclaimed.
The woman shrieked and smacked him on the arm.
"Mary Sterling," he introduced her, grinning.
After an evening of reminiscing, and their alcohol-lubricated touching was making even Teal'c uncomfortable. Daniel excused himself to the men's room.
Coming back, he crashed into Jack, leaving with Mary's hand down the back of his Dockers.
Daniel's eyes met Jack's- cold and hard.
Back at the table, Daniel ordered Jack Daniel's, straight.
Seven
Daniel opened the door groggily. Jack shoved him back, the door slamming shut behind him, Daniel against the wall with a hot tongue down his throat, a cool hand down his sweats. No requests. Jack maneuvered them to the couch, shoved Daniel over the arm, undid his fly. Somehow there was lube, then Jack was fucking him with no prep. It burned but Jack knew what to do and there was a new, embarrassing stain on Daniel's couch. Jack was zipped up and out the door so fast the breeze from the hall on Daniel's bare ass made him shiver.
Eight
"I'm sorry about your nose," Daniel said, fingers twining through Jack's silken-soft hair.
"I deserved it," murmured damply against Daniel's skin.
"Still doesn't make it right," Daniel replied.
Daniel relished the feel of Jack's relaxed body in his arms. Daniel could count the times Jack stayed on the fingers of one hand. He longed for these times – after.
"This isn't right, either. I can't do this."
Daniel didn't answer.
Jack started moving. "I should go."
Daniel desperately wanted...
"I've never asked you." He stopped before he started.
"That's the best reason to go."
Daniel sat listening to Jack's retreating footsteps.
Nine
Daniel couldn't imagine Shau're anymore. He could only think of Amonet and Apophis...
But he couldn't live as a eunuch. Sometimes, he thought of ... things ... like sweaty, exhausted Jack, head tipped back against a tree, beads of sweat trickling down his neck. Daniel lost it.
Afterwards, sleeping with Jack in a tent became torture. Daniel resisted for weeks before giving in, furtively touching himself, but he was too horrified for it to work.
"Oh, for cryin' out loud," Jack whispered, exasperated. Daniel came with a gasp.
A heartbeat later, Teal'c rattled the flap.
Jack left for his watch.
Ten
In the corridor outside his office, Jack caught him by the arm and yanked him into the supply closet. Spun him around and held him against the door. His hand found its way under Daniel's shirt.
"Were you thinking of me?"
His eyes were cold. His voice was soft. He was angry. But his hand on Daniel's belly was gently stroking. Moving lower.
Daniel swallowed and said nothing.
"You were," he growled. Then kissed him as his hand plunged down.
He was ruthlessly gentle, and cruelly efficient.
When he left, Daniel didn't even know if Jack had even gotten hard.
Eleven
It was bad. It was really, really bad.
Daniel was hyperventilating from pain. He could see bone. There were sharpened stakes set in the ground. That would be the cause of the searing, ripping, mind-bending pain in his back. Beyond the edge of the pit, Jack was cursing. A rope snaked down, then Jack was beside him, tight-lipped.
Fifteen minutes of triage and a shot of morphine later, Jack said, "Don't you die while I'm gone, Daniel."
A kiss to the corner of Daniel's panting mouth. A gun laid in his palm. Jack headed for the Gate at a sprint.
Twelve
The speaker droned on.
Not fair. The presentation was interesting and important.
Usually Daniel would be all over it. But he was distracted.
Under the table, naked toes were gripping his knee, and easing their way along his inner thigh.
Definitely not a boot.
Jack was slumped in his chair, eyes fixed on the slideshow, the picture of bored concentration.
Obviously it ended while Daniel was trying to figure out how to get rid of those bare toes without anyone else noticing.
He bolted the room in an unseemly, unprofessional manner, making no excuse, not even looking at Jack.
Bastard.
Thirteen
He pulled the long plastic curtain closed behind him . Good enough for don't ask, don't tell. Jack was just done rinsing the soap out of his eyes. Daniel was heavier and stronger than Jack these days. He could curl, press and squat more than Jack probably ever had. Of course, as he went down to his knees in the draining water, that wouldn't matter one bit if Jack kneed him in the face. When Daniel got to his feet, licking saltbitter from his lips, Jack looked shattered. Devastated. Daniel left, nodding to the camera in passing. No more kisses.
Do not click.
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Date: 2007-10-31 05:30 am (UTC)If I were a wordsmith, I'd be writing my own J/D fic....but I'm not. But I am qualified to appreciate another's efforts and this one was wretchedly beautiful.
Spare. Complex. Dichotomy. All in one hundred well chosen words.
*sigh*