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sidlj's Jack/Daniel-baby-a-thon of Jack/Daniel fics using the word "baby" or "babe" in the story. Hey, it was fun. If you want to go play or read the rest, here's the linkie: http://sidlj.livejournal.com/145344.html?view=2521792#t2521792
And my contribution:
The fire is flickering, more illusion than substance, when Jack walks out of the bathroom, towelling off his wet hair. But he's not cold – not when his gaze stutters and is transfixed by the pale beauty of Daniel lying face down on the rug.
Daniel's limbs are loose, languid. No wonder, as Daniel was the first to arrive and managed to ease away the tension of yet another week from hell, courtesy of planet M-whatever-the-fuck its official designation is. At least he had the courtesy to leave some hot water for Jack.
Jack wanders over, bare feet slapping lightly on the floor. He keeps staring, afraid to break the trance he appears to be in. Daniel's body ... his body gleams in the firelight. Jack doesn't know how Daniel gets away with it. No matter how dirty or bruised Daniel is when he manages to throw himself (when he's lucky, and dragged unconscious when he's not) back through the safety of the Stargate, those pale globes are perfect. Jack thinks about his own scarred butt and snorts. His own might not be like a work of art, but he's the only one who is allowed to appreciate the vision laid out before him.
And so he does, dropping with a bitten-off grunt onto battle-weary knees. The position is appropriate, as he worships at Daniel's body. But not that Daniel is exactly aware of that. Still, occasionally, Jack does let an endearment slip as he fondles the warm, smooth cheeks with both palms.
Daniel rouses, lashes fluttering in confusion. “J'ck?”
“Yeah. Just ... I just want to....” Jack's hands glide in firm, deliberate circles, as his voice gives out.
Daniel arches his back and settles back, cradling his head on his arms. He's not stupid. It's not the first time he's arranged himself on the rug and waited for Jack. Even when they're both too tired to fuck, he makes a point of giving himself to Jack with this unmistakable invitation. Even when the only payoff will be a caress, flesh on flesh, before exhaustion forces them both to bed. To well-deserved sleep.
But tonight is not quite as tiring. Jack's not passing up the opportunity to touch and feel. Danny's butt is as smooth as a baby's. Without realizing it, he voices the comparison. “You must've been a beautiful baby, lying stark naked on the couch, examining everything with those eyes, wondering how and why and even when.”
Daniel squirms with discomfort. “Jaaaaack,” his voice holds a shadow of warning. His childhood is not something he likes to think about, not even the precious baby years.
Jack doesn't torment him, but leans over to lay his cheek against that part of Daniel that he finds so perfect. As Daniel relaxes once again, Jack thinks to himself, no matter, Danny, you'll always be my beautiful baby.
sidlj's Jack/Daniel-baby-a-thon of Jack/Daniel fics using the word "baby" or "babe" in the story. Hey, it was fun. If you want to go play or read the rest, here's the linkie: http://sidlj.livejournal.com/145344.html?view=2521792#t2521792And my contribution:
The fire is flickering, more illusion than substance, when Jack walks out of the bathroom, towelling off his wet hair. But he's not cold – not when his gaze stutters and is transfixed by the pale beauty of Daniel lying face down on the rug.
Daniel's limbs are loose, languid. No wonder, as Daniel was the first to arrive and managed to ease away the tension of yet another week from hell, courtesy of planet M-whatever-the-fuck its official designation is. At least he had the courtesy to leave some hot water for Jack.
Jack wanders over, bare feet slapping lightly on the floor. He keeps staring, afraid to break the trance he appears to be in. Daniel's body ... his body gleams in the firelight. Jack doesn't know how Daniel gets away with it. No matter how dirty or bruised Daniel is when he manages to throw himself (when he's lucky, and dragged unconscious when he's not) back through the safety of the Stargate, those pale globes are perfect. Jack thinks about his own scarred butt and snorts. His own might not be like a work of art, but he's the only one who is allowed to appreciate the vision laid out before him.
And so he does, dropping with a bitten-off grunt onto battle-weary knees. The position is appropriate, as he worships at Daniel's body. But not that Daniel is exactly aware of that. Still, occasionally, Jack does let an endearment slip as he fondles the warm, smooth cheeks with both palms.
Daniel rouses, lashes fluttering in confusion. “J'ck?”
“Yeah. Just ... I just want to....” Jack's hands glide in firm, deliberate circles, as his voice gives out.
Daniel arches his back and settles back, cradling his head on his arms. He's not stupid. It's not the first time he's arranged himself on the rug and waited for Jack. Even when they're both too tired to fuck, he makes a point of giving himself to Jack with this unmistakable invitation. Even when the only payoff will be a caress, flesh on flesh, before exhaustion forces them both to bed. To well-deserved sleep.
But tonight is not quite as tiring. Jack's not passing up the opportunity to touch and feel. Danny's butt is as smooth as a baby's. Without realizing it, he voices the comparison. “You must've been a beautiful baby, lying stark naked on the couch, examining everything with those eyes, wondering how and why and even when.”
Daniel squirms with discomfort. “Jaaaaack,” his voice holds a shadow of warning. His childhood is not something he likes to think about, not even the precious baby years.
Jack doesn't torment him, but leans over to lay his cheek against that part of Daniel that he finds so perfect. As Daniel relaxes once again, Jack thinks to himself, no matter, Danny, you'll always be my beautiful baby.
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