Didn't I used to be a writer?
I'm taking the first 3 prompts (with a 4th reserved for
jd_junkie ) that I receive, and, er, you'll get something back. No telling what!
ETA: FOUR Three comment fics to be found in the comments (where else?)
HELP ME!!!
Thank you.
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Date: Jun. 30th, 2008 02:22 am (UTC)Official team photos are taken and someone snaps a few of folks horsing around while they wait. Either something about the picture taking itself or something about the candid shots that end up on bulletin boards/internal websites/mass emailings. ;-)
J/D, natch.
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Date: Jun. 30th, 2008 02:31 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Jun. 30th, 2008 02:37 am (UTC)Or at least the summary. ;-)
We're So Gay
Date: Jun. 30th, 2008 05:31 am (UTC)Daniel’s still grinning like a loon when Jack throws an arm around his shoulders and turns him towards Siler’s camera. Jack’s own grin freezes on his face when Daniel responds by sliding his arm underneath Jack’s and cupping Jack’s neck with his palm.
Bare skin to bare skin.
The effect on Jack is instantaneous, and he prays that Siler will hurry up and get his shot and move on soon, because Daniel is warm and relaxed and happy and he smells so good and the bulge in Jack’s pants is going to become appallingly obvious if this doesn’t end soon….
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When Siler puts the pictures up on the base server, Jack searches frantically for their picture and zooms in and inspects his crotch area for any tell-tale signs of arousal, but no amount of paranoia can detect anything amiss, so he relaxes.
Until he stands in front of the printed out photo tacked up on the bulletin board in the mess hall. With a post-it note slapped on it that says: Just Married
Beside him, Daniel is silent, and Jack steals a wary sidelong glance at him. Behind them people snicker and giggle and snort.
Finally Daniel sighs. “We’re so gay,” he says.
True.
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Date: Jun. 30th, 2008 02:30 am (UTC)ok, prompt -
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Date: Jun. 30th, 2008 02:33 am (UTC)(And, no, sadly my brain has already revealed what I should be writing - it just won't let me WRITE it.)
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Date: Jun. 30th, 2008 07:36 am (UTC)“Shh, Daniel!”
“Colonel O’Neill!”
Jack wound up in a holding cell, where he had plenty of time to figure out that his mistake had been in making his move before explaining the situation properly.
Probably. He was in no hurry to find out if he was right.
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“Stop that, Jack!”
Waiting until the situation was clear hadn’t made much difference. Daniel had looked plenty pissed when he pushed Jack away.
Jack was in no hurry to see that hurt and outraged look on Daniel’s face again anytime soon. Where had he gone wrong?
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“Stop. That. Jaaack.”
This was more like it. He’d opened up about how he felt, and he’d refused to take ‘no’ for an answer. His technique just needed a little refining.
Daniel would be eating it up.
So to speak.
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Daniel was eating it up.
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Still eating it up.
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Literally eating it up, as Daniel insisted on returning the favor.
It was the best blow job Jack ever had.
He hated himself.
This wasn’t fair and it had to stop.
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This nightmare might actually be coming to an end.
Loop after loop after countless loop – but Jack and Teal’c finally had the knowledge that Daniel needed.
Jack prayed for one, just one more loop as he knelt and worshipped Daniel’s cock.
His prayer was answered.
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“Let me ask you something. In all the time that you were, er, looping, were you ever tempted to do something crazy? I mean… you could do anything without worrying about the consequences.”
“You know, it's funny. You asked me that before.”
“And?”
Jack couldn’t look Daniel in the eye, so he smiled half-heartedly in Carter’s direction and lifted another spoonful of oatmeal towards his mouth.
He’d keep this secret for a while.
But not for long. Not for long.
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Date: Jun. 30th, 2008 02:31 am (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: Jun. 30th, 2008 02:35 am (UTC)*ponders*
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Date: Jun. 30th, 2008 03:46 am (UTC)A willing victim, some tight ropes. Stern silence; threatening, even. Dominance and authority and nobody messes with Doctor Daniel Fucking Jackson, thank you very much.
Bondage was what he was interested in, and it was also the safest way to indulge the residual anger he was carrying around in his gut. First he would check out what was happening around the club, watch for a while, and see who presented themselves for his approval.
Maybe someone young. Young and pretty, still tender, without the toughened skin of a regular who practically lived in clubs like this one.
Jack had tough skin. The cuffs that had bruised Sam’s wrists and abraded Daniel’s had barely made a dent on his. Teal’c had had Junior to heal his damage, but Jack hadn’t been damaged at all, really.
The leather flogger that was coming down on his ass now was going to leave marks, though, Daniel registered with the small part of his brain that hadn’t seized up in complete shock at the sight of Jack O’Neill, naked, blindfolded and on display under a spotlight in a room half-full of men who whispered and touched themselves and watched.
Daniel watched, too.
Spellbound.
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Date: Jun. 30th, 2008 02:52 am (UTC)Here, have a cashew, or two.
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Date: Jun. 30th, 2008 02:57 am (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: Jun. 30th, 2008 09:17 am (UTC)Deeds xx
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Date: Jun. 30th, 2008 04:08 pm (UTC)I love that you saved a prompt for me: how about some illicit on-based sex in a closet after briefing room flirting.
*fans self in anticpation*
*And hugs and smishes and twirls you for thinking of me. Yay!*
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Date: Jun. 30th, 2008 04:37 pm (UTC)The amazing thing is that I remembered that, lol. And your timing is just fine, no need to apologize. :-)
*iz properly smished*
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Date: Jul. 1st, 2008 05:00 am (UTC)“I did not!”
“Did too.”
“Did not.”
“Oh, please.”
“Did. Not. You’re delusional.”
“Daniel, I did not hallucinate you going down on your pen.”
Daniel smiled slowly. “I might have a thing for my pen.”
Jack pressed him up against the wall of the storage closet. “It wasn’t your fucking pen you were thinking about.”
“I suppose it was all about you,” Daniel breathed as he fumbled with the buttons of Jack’s BDUs.
“Damn straight.”
“So to speak.”
“Don’t go all linguist on me. There’s better things for you to do with that educated tongue of yours.”
Daniel sank to his knees. “It’s really not all about you, Jack.”
“Yes, it is,” Jack insisted, gripping his cock and pointing it in Daniel’s direction.
“Fifty percent, tops,” Daniel replied, staring upwards with a challenge in his eyes.
“Sixty.”
Daniel opened his mouth to laugh and Jack slid slowly in.
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Date: Jun. 30th, 2008 08:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Jul. 1st, 2008 12:35 am (UTC)Hopefully it will have worked!
I'm so glad you enjoyed these. :-)
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Date: Jun. 14th, 2009 02:37 pm (UTC)This was like finding a wad of cash in a forgotton pair of jeans! This party started and ended before I even got to LJ. I love treasure hunting!
Fabulous - all of them. Snorfles and fanning and squee.
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Date: Jun. 14th, 2009 03:07 pm (UTC)Nice excuse for me to do a bit of re-reading.
Glad you enjoyed!