JACK/DANIEL BABY-A-THON (no infants allowed)

[sid]

Brought to you by jd_junkie and sidlj.

It’s time for some commentficcing to offset any post-holiday blues! We'll be running this through Monday, January 19th. There's a supplemental post here for questions and general squeeing.

This is more-or-less how it will work:

You (yes, you, specifically) will write a commentfic or a drabble and post it here as a new comment to the original post. Put a title in the header, if you have one, and maybe a rating or warnings if you think necessary. Crack, porn, romance, sad, silly, dark – however the muse moves you.

THE ONE-AND-ONLY PROMPT: Jack calls Daniel “baby”, or vice-versa. Or both. Because some of us melt and squee and flail when we find that in a fic. And we are not ashamed! We embrace our “baby” kink. We celebrate it.

Let’s wallow, baby!

Comments

Re: Sign Language

[01100100.livejournal.com]

:))

Re: Sign Language

[01100100.livejournal.com]

Thanks :)

Re: BABY WORKOUT - a drabble

[sid]

And we get to get excited by watching both of them! \o/

Confirmation - J/D, PG, 1/2

[writinginct.livejournal.com]

Jack stood at the kitchen counter, his fingers sticky with egg and breadcrumbs as he attempted to recreate his mother's fried chicken. The radio in the corner was playing softly and the kitchen sparkled from his thorough cleaning earlier. There were muffled noises coming from the basement- the sounds of Daniel rotating yet another load of laundry.

It had been a very domestic sort of day for the two men including much needed housework, grocery shopping, and a full on frontal attack on the mountain of laundry they had let accumulate the past couple of weeks. If anyone had asked Jack three months ago if his idea of a good time was to scrub his kitchen counters and meander around a grocery store he would have told them they were nuts. But a lot can change in three months and something that was lost can be found again wrapped in blue robes half a galaxy away. And Jack would happily spend all of the rest of his life's weekends scrubbing his counters and doing laundry as long as Daniel was with him.

But that was the kicker. Daniel wasn't with him. Oh sure they lived together, he had deftly moved a homeless Daniel into his house following his return to Earth and they had hashed out a calm home life that suited them both. But they weren't together, not like Jack wanted to be.

When Daniel had ascended Jack had finally allowed himself to examine his feelings for Daniel and it wasn't easy to do. It wasn't easy to do having some forty-odd years behind him of being strictly heterosexual. And it certainly wasn't easy to do because Daniel was gone. And though he decided to be honest with Daniel when he returned, Daniel's Swiss cheese memory kept Jack from telling Daniel about his personal epiphany. It would have felt like he was taking advantage of the situation. So he kept it all to himself. But truth be told, Jack was happy. Daniel was home fully in body and spirit, and his mind was not far behind.

Jack turned to grab a paper towel and found the roll empty. With the toe of his shoe he managed to open the lower cabinet where the spare rolls were kept and came up empty again. With a frown he walked towards the basement door with his breadcrumb crusted hands held up like a surgeon fresh from scrubbing up. He stuck his head in the open basement door and said without thinking, "Baby, can you grab some paper towels on your way up? We're all out up here."

There was an odd moment of quiet from the basement before Jack finally heard Daniel clear his throat a little and reply, "Sure. I'll ah... bring some up."

"Cool. Chicken is ready to go."

Jack headed back to the kitchen and it wasn't until he got there that he realized in horror what he had actually just said to Daniel. With a sigh he dropped his chin and shook his head. All he could hope was that Daniel hadn't caught it.

A minute later Daniel came upstairs with a couple rolls of paper towels balanced on top of a basket of clean laundry. As Daniel slipped one on the holder and tucked the other under the cupboard, Jack saw no sign that Daniel had caught his slip.

Actually there was no sign all through dinner and no sign as they watched a movie in the living room after dinner.

There was no sign until they had both turned in for the night. Jack had just climbed into bed and turned off the light when there was a light knock on his bedroom door. At Jack's acknowledgment Daniel opened the door and entered the room. Without waiting for further invitation he sat down on the edge of the bed next to Jack.

tbc...

Re: Confirmation - J/D, PG, 2/2

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The light from the hallway let Jack see Daniel's face and he could see the question burning in his eyes. Jack was prepared for the questions. Questions he could handle. But the normally verbose Daniel took another route. His hand gently came to rest on the side of Jack's face, his thumb lightly stroking Jack's cheek.

Jack didn't move, didn't make a sound, and he forgot to breathe. And he was sure that his heart skipped more than a few beats when Daniel dipped his head and softly pressed his lips to Jack's. It was a gentle exploration. And it was over all too soon as Daniel pulled back.

"You never called me that before."

Jack registered that Daniel had stated that rather than asked and was looking for confirmation, a subtle tool he had been using as his memory returned. Jack shook his head lightly.

Daniel's thumb found its way to feather a caress over Jack's lips as he formed his response. "But you wanted to."

Jack nodded slowly.

Daniel nodded in return and leaned in for another kiss, this one deeper and more assertive and Jack couldn't stop the mewing sound he made as Daniel pulled back again.

"We've never kissed before."

Another shake of Jack's head confirmed that for him.

A wide, genuine smile grew on Daniel's face and he chuckled before saying, "Ever since you called me "baby" I've been wracking my brain thinking I wasn't remembering something important. But we never..."

Jack made his mouth work and said, "No. While you were gone I kinda sorted out a lot of stuff in my own head. I've wanted to say something since you got back but it never seemed to be the right time."

It was Daniel's turn to nod. And before Jack could offer up explanations about not wanting to take advantage of Daniel's holey memory, Daniel's mouth found his again. And gone were all signs of gentle exploration as the pent up passion between them broke loose.

When Jack woke a couple of hours later sprawled on top of a dead to the world Daniel he took a moment to take in how restful Daniel looked still illuminated by the hall light that they had neglected to turn off earlier. His movement or the absence of Jack's weight must have disturbed Daniel a little as Daniel shifted around and adjusted the blankets without really waking. As Jack settled back down himself, he was surprised when Daniel's voice broke the silence of the room. "Hon, can you get that light?"


the end.

Re: Confirmation - J/D, PG, 2/2

[tejas.livejournal.com]

Lovely!

Re: Name Calling

[writinginct.livejournal.com]

hehehe... I'm picturing the look on Jack's face! Nice! ^.^

Re: BABY WORKOUT - a drabble

[writinginct.livejournal.com]

::fans self:: There should be a flammability warning on mental images of Daniel working out! GUH! Poor Jack- no more skinny archeologist, rough that would be.

and matching icon for the win!

Re: Father Figure Jack/Daniel NC17

[writinginct.livejournal.com]

Wow...hot doesn't really do that one justice! I love Jack's porny POV! ^.^

Re: This Deliverance

[writinginct.livejournal.com]

Sweet!! "the little orphan boy" was a neat tool to use.

Re: "Oh, Baby" rated PG

[writinginct.livejournal.com]

hehehe... I like that it was Daniel that misspoke- or did he? hmmmm... ^.^

Re: Confirmation - J/D, PG, 2/2

[discodiva76.livejournal.com]

Ooooo me loves this one!!!.....thank you very much


I bet Jack was shitting bricks after that little "faux pas"....*snortle*...



Deeds xx

Re: Father Figure Jack/Daniel NC17

[janedavitt.livejournal.com]

Thank you! That's good to hear. Glad it worked for you. That Jack... :;g::

Re: BABY WORKOUT - a drabble

[sid]

Glad you liked it! Yep, the icon is PERFECT.

Re: Not Just For Porno Anymore

[muck-a-luck.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

Re: Not Just For Porno Anymore

[muck-a-luck.livejournal.com]

Thanks! So pleased!

Who's Your Baby?

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"C'mere, baby. I've missed you like you wouldn't believe. I hate going offworld without you. I miss holding you, missed having you at my side when I sleep."

"Major Carter, should we not turn our radios off?"

"After what happened last time? Daniel missed the last three missions! We just got him back. Not a chance. When the team's separated, they stay on. You heard the colonel's order, too."

"It's been impossible to get any alone time with you for this."

"It appears that Daniel Jackson has not obeyed O'Neill's order."

That's my baby. Come to Papa."

"Did he just say 'Papa'? No! Don't answer that. Uh, no, Daniel hasn't got his radio on, but . . . Daniel's, you know, right there, with the colonel."

"I'm so glad you're back. You look so good. Now I'm going to make you feel good, too."

"Indeed."

"This is gonna be great. Look what I brought. Yeah, thought you'd like that. I'm gonna do you like never before."

"So, Teal'c . . . uh, nice campfire you've got going there."

"I'm going to slick you up so good, baby."

"Perhaps, Major Carter, you should advise O'Neill regarding his radio status."

"Ooh. Right there. That's the spot. I know, I gotta take better care of you; do this in the field more often."

"That's a good idea, Teal'c. You do that. Please. Please do that. What if I make it an order?"

"Look at you. All spread out like that. So beautiful, baby. And all for me."

"I believe it is your duty, Major Carter."

"Hey, guys. Dinner ready?"

"D-Daniel? What are you doing here?"

"Um, asking about dinner?"

"Are you okay? You look a little flushed."

"I'm fine. Why do you look so surprised that I'm here?"

"Major Carter and I were under the impression you were with Colonel O'Neill."

"Ah, um, I was, uh, at the latrine, actually."

"Oh. Then who's in your tent with the colonel?"

"Why do you think anyone's in there with him?"

"We were following O'Neill's orders, Daniel Jackson, leaving our radios on at all times."

"Oh. Well, you know, I was at the latrine, I thought it best to, um, turn mine off."

"The colonel seems to have turned his off, now, too . . . but if it wasn't you, then who's the colonel been talking to?"

"What did he say?"

"Well, uh, I really couldn't make out any of it. You know, radio static . . . and he was sort of talking quiet--"

"O'Neill was whispering softly and speaking with terms of endearment."

"He was, was he?"

"He said, 'Come to, Papa, baby."

"That is incorrect. O'Neill said, 'That's my baby. Come to Papa.'"

"Oh, that! Heh. It's his, um, his P-90. Yeah, his P-90. I, uh, I remember now. It, uh-- He told me it jammed a few of planets ago -- the one where I got injured -- and he had to leave it, you know, leave it on base to-to have it . . . repaired. Fixed. That's what it was. Yeah. In fact, he just got it back in time for this mission. Oh, and he's got some new . . . new . . . what do you call it . . ? Gun oil! That's it. He's all excited about it and he wanted to try it out to keep it -- the jamming thing -- from happening again."

"Oh, well. That makes so much sense! You wouldn't believe what it was we thought we heard."

"Indeed."

"Yeah. I probably would. So, uh, when's dinner?"

"Sorry, Daniel; we were kind of distracted. About half an hour or so?"

"That's fine. I'll let Jack know so he can finish-- Damn. I left my journal at the latrine. Okay, see you guys in thirty."

"Okay, Daniel."

"I will assist Major Carter."

"I can't believe we jumped to such a ridiculous conclusion."

"It is understandable. However, I was unaware of O'Neill having any difficulty with his weapon on that, or any other, mission."

"That's not like him. But it wasn't in his mission report, either."

"He also made no mention of a weapons mishap at any briefing."

"Right. And I'll just bet Daniel's headed right back to get his journal. . . ."

"Perhaps we should begin the meal preparation."

"Yeah. At least he's turned off his radio."

"Indeed."

~~

"Jack?"

"Hey, Daniel. Where ya been?"

"Latrine; getting my ass ready for you. I've been waiting weeks for this, Jack. I'm so horny I can barely string two words together."

"Yeah, Daniel. That's my baby. Come to Papa."

"And Jack?"

"Hmm?"

"Put the gun away, first."

Re: Who's Your Baby?

[tejas.livejournal.com]

ROTFLMAO!!!!!

Re: Not Just For Porno Anymore

[muck-a-luck.livejournal.com]

Heh. He was gettin' the heck out of dodge. :D So pleased you liked it! Thank you!

Re: Not Just For Porno Anymore

[muck-a-luck.livejournal.com]

Eheheh. I like the way you think. :D Thanks! So glad you liked it!

Re: Not Just For Porno Anymore

[muck-a-luck.livejournal.com]

:D Thanks!

Re: Not Just For Porno Anymore

[muck-a-luck.livejournal.com]

Hehe!

Re: Not Just For Porno Anymore

[muck-a-luck.livejournal.com]

Ha! Davis was like, I'm outta here! :D Thanks! So glad you liked it!

Re: Not Just For Porno Anymore

[muck-a-luck.livejournal.com]

Coffee, meet screen AND keyboard

Oops. Sorry! :D

Haha, Davis! He wasn't stayin' around to get in that fight! :D

Glad you liked it! Thanks!

Re: Not Just For Porno Anymore

[muck-a-luck.livejournal.com]

Thanks!