Not Just For Porno Anymore
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brainofckTitle: Not Just for Porno Anymore
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muck_a_luck, posting in brainofck
Pairing: Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Written in response tosidlj and jd_junkie's baby-a-thon.
Content/warnings: Overuse of a certain endearment.
Words: 581
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
"Come on, I know you can do it, babe," Jack breathed, watching Daniel's mouth, his skillfully moving fingers, the intense, inward focus of Daniel's gaze.
Daniel startled and froze. His head turned and he blinked twice at Jack.
"Babe?" he squeaked.
Damn.
"What?" Jack replied, as if confused.
"You just called me 'Babe!'" Daniel nearly shouted, leaping up and pointing at Jack. "You whispered it in my ear!"
Jack stood too, making placating gestures with his hands, barely restraining himself from shushing him.
"Come on, Daniel," he said, wincing a little at the echo of his earlier encouragement, "We need to do this fast." Jack waved to the panel. "Sam and Teal'c will be through theirs in no time. I know you can beat them."
He had money riding on this damned scavenger hunt, dammit. Though it was his own damned fault for letting himself have fantasies about Daniel's mouth and fingers instead of being focused on the task at hand.
"You heard him!" Daniel hissed to their impartial observer, one Paul Davis.
Oh, Jack had his suspicions about that guy. Sure enough…
"I did," Davis agreed, in a sort of half-smug, half-arch tone that brought Daniel's wild eyes right back to Jack.
Damn.
"All these years! All my second guessing my own motives - being careful not to misinterpret – project – whatever, and you're sitting over there thinking – calling me – " Daniel faded away into incoherent stammering, possibly in another language.
Wow. Daniel never did that.
"I think I'll just step away, gentlemen," Davis muttered, sidling away down the corridor.
Coward. Smart coward, though.
"We're conceding," Daniel called after him, hot, furious glare sending really inappropriate messages to Jack's crotch.
"Like hell we are!" Jack protested vehemently. A lot of money. (Jack had a lot of faith in Daniel.)
But Daniel was moving now, covering the distance he'd put between them, until he was in Jack's personal space. Jack refused to back down, so they were chest to chest, cheek to cheek, groin to groin!, in the middle of Green Corridor 19.
Daniel put his mouth against him.
"We are going topside, baby," Daniel murmured, hot, moist breath washing over Jack's ear. "You're gonna take me a couple of mountains over in that overcompensating manhood expression of a truck of yours. You're gonna park it off that pretty little dirt road where you like to take me to 'look at the stars,' babe, and you are gonna fuck me 'til I pass out. Come on, babe. I know you can do it."
Jack thought maybe before they did that, Daniel was going to have to hold him up, because his knees had just turned to Carvel ice cream.
"And if you can manage that," Daniel continued, "I might let you live the whole 'babe' comment down," Daniel finished, stepping back. His eyes were slitted dangerously. Oh. He was pissed.
Well, maybe Daniel thought Jack would back down from a dare like that…
"You're on, babe," Jack replied, grabbing Daniel by the arm and spinning him toward the elevator just around the corner. The airman stepping through the open doors said, "Which floor, sir?" as Jack brushed past him, pulling a shocked, newly-startled, and blinking Daniel behind him.
"Oh, we're going all the way," Jack growled.
The airman only went up two levels.
As the door slipped closed behind him, Jack muscled Daniel back against the rear wall.
He leaned in and whispered, "I have no intention of living it down, babe."
If you're interested, all my stories, in order, from one page. Also, my fiction recommendations.
Author:
muck_a_luck, posting in brainofckPairing: Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Written in response to
sidlj and jd_junkie's baby-a-thon. Content/warnings: Overuse of a certain endearment.
Words: 581
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"Come on, I know you can do it, babe," Jack breathed, watching Daniel's mouth, his skillfully moving fingers, the intense, inward focus of Daniel's gaze.
Daniel startled and froze. His head turned and he blinked twice at Jack.
"Babe?" he squeaked.
Damn.
"What?" Jack replied, as if confused.
"You just called me 'Babe!'" Daniel nearly shouted, leaping up and pointing at Jack. "You whispered it in my ear!"
Jack stood too, making placating gestures with his hands, barely restraining himself from shushing him.
"Come on, Daniel," he said, wincing a little at the echo of his earlier encouragement, "We need to do this fast." Jack waved to the panel. "Sam and Teal'c will be through theirs in no time. I know you can beat them."
He had money riding on this damned scavenger hunt, dammit. Though it was his own damned fault for letting himself have fantasies about Daniel's mouth and fingers instead of being focused on the task at hand.
"You heard him!" Daniel hissed to their impartial observer, one Paul Davis.
Oh, Jack had his suspicions about that guy. Sure enough…
"I did," Davis agreed, in a sort of half-smug, half-arch tone that brought Daniel's wild eyes right back to Jack.
Damn.
"All these years! All my second guessing my own motives - being careful not to misinterpret – project – whatever, and you're sitting over there thinking – calling me – " Daniel faded away into incoherent stammering, possibly in another language.
Wow. Daniel never did that.
"I think I'll just step away, gentlemen," Davis muttered, sidling away down the corridor.
Coward. Smart coward, though.
"We're conceding," Daniel called after him, hot, furious glare sending really inappropriate messages to Jack's crotch.
"Like hell we are!" Jack protested vehemently. A lot of money. (Jack had a lot of faith in Daniel.)
But Daniel was moving now, covering the distance he'd put between them, until he was in Jack's personal space. Jack refused to back down, so they were chest to chest, cheek to cheek, groin to groin!, in the middle of Green Corridor 19.
Daniel put his mouth against him.
"We are going topside, baby," Daniel murmured, hot, moist breath washing over Jack's ear. "You're gonna take me a couple of mountains over in that overcompensating manhood expression of a truck of yours. You're gonna park it off that pretty little dirt road where you like to take me to 'look at the stars,' babe, and you are gonna fuck me 'til I pass out. Come on, babe. I know you can do it."
Jack thought maybe before they did that, Daniel was going to have to hold him up, because his knees had just turned to Carvel ice cream.
"And if you can manage that," Daniel continued, "I might let you live the whole 'babe' comment down," Daniel finished, stepping back. His eyes were slitted dangerously. Oh. He was pissed.
Well, maybe Daniel thought Jack would back down from a dare like that…
"You're on, babe," Jack replied, grabbing Daniel by the arm and spinning him toward the elevator just around the corner. The airman stepping through the open doors said, "Which floor, sir?" as Jack brushed past him, pulling a shocked, newly-startled, and blinking Daniel behind him.
"Oh, we're going all the way," Jack growled.
The airman only went up two levels.
As the door slipped closed behind him, Jack muscled Daniel back against the rear wall.
He leaned in and whispered, "I have no intention of living it down, babe."
If you're interested, all my stories, in order, from one page. Also, my fiction recommendations.
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Date: 2009-01-11 01:59 pm (UTC)"Oh, we're going all the way."
Perfect. Yes.
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Date: 2009-01-11 05:31 pm (UTC)Angie
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Date: 2009-01-12 10:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-11 08:21 pm (UTC)Babe?" he squeaked.
Damn.
"What?" Jack replied, as if confused.
"You just called me 'Babe!'" Daniel nearly shouted, leaping up and pointing at Jack. "You whispered it in my ear!"
Just this interaction alone had me roaring over it all. Very fun.
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Date: 2009-01-12 03:58 pm (UTC)Heh.
Best. Line. Ever.
jk
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Date: 2009-01-12 10:16 pm (UTC)