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sid ([personal profile] sid) wrote2009-01-10 12:17 pm
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JACK/DANIEL BABY-A-THON (no infants allowed)

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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!
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Re: BABY WORKOUT - a drabble

[identity profile] discodiva76.livejournal.com 2009-01-11 08:25 am (UTC)(link)
Phewwwww!!...*fans self*....


Deeds xx
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Re: Father Figure Jack/Daniel NC17

[identity profile] stagnation13.livejournal.com 2009-01-11 08:26 am (UTC)(link)
*bows in front of you and kisses your feet at ur greatness*

I. Am. Not. Worthy.

Jack pushes his fingers inside that wet heat and feels his cock jerk, jealous, impatient, as Daniel licks and sucks, fervent and eager.

*explodes*
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Re: Beautiful Baby

[identity profile] stagnation13.livejournal.com 2009-01-11 08:32 am (UTC)(link)
Jack absolutely adores his archeologist.

As it should be.

This was great!
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This Deliverance

[identity profile] stagnation13.livejournal.com 2009-01-11 09:15 am (UTC)(link)
Daniel stared at Jack, not wanting him to go back to DC. Sure he was grateful Jack had shown up to SGC as soon as he heard his archeologist was injured on PX-some-damn-place, but Daniel wasn't ready for him to go back. Even worse, Daniel didn't know how to tell Jack to stay.

"Daniel?" Jack asked. Why he sounded hopeful Daniel couldn't fathom. Daniel couldn't fathom anything past his own misery and his inability to tell the man he loved to stay. Physically he hurt. A staff weapon to the leg was nothing to shout about. Mentally he felt like he did when his parents died.

Abandoned.

Daniel never thought he would associate that word with Jack, but it had been stuck in his mind ever since Jack packed up the house and left, leaving Daniel feeling like an orphan all over again. Even with promises of waiting, that orphaned little boy was perched on the grown up Daniel Jackson's shoulder, whispering, "Again, again you have been left behind by someone who loves you."

The walls were coming up around Daniel, those self protecting walls he used when he didn't want to hurt anymore. Once the walls were up, he wouldn't be able to say what he needed to say.

"Daniel."

His mind said it. No. NO. Please, don't go. His mouth wouldn't follow along. His mouth was having no part in this...this pathetic madness. Just let him go, the orphan perched on his shoulder whispered into his ear.

FUCK THAT, something inside Daniel screamed. Screamed so loudly Daniel visibly flinched.

"Jack. Jack?" It was barely a whisper. A begging.

A warm finger under his chin made him look at Jack, and that was it. Gravity kicked in and the tears that had threatened to fall, fell.

"Jack. Please don't leave me," Daniel begged just as quietly. "Please." He then bowed his head, waiting for his deliverance.

None came. Or, if it did, it was in the strong, solid arms of Jack, wrapping around him gently, holding him tightly, securely. Like the body attached wasn't leaving, wasn't letting go.

"Jack, please..." Daniel sobbed helplessly, prepared to beg if he had to, anything to stop this abandonment.

"Shhh," Jack said, rocking him slowly, tucking Daniel's face against his neck. "It's okay, baby. I'm not leaving you." he said gently, pressing a kiss onto Daniel's temple. "I am here until you are better, then we figure out what we're gonna do. I don't want to be away from you any longer, I can't. I can't do it anymore."

Daniel heard Jack's gentle murmurings as he was rocked securely in his arms. Among his sobs Daniel admitted to the same thing: he couldn't do it anymore, either. He couldn't handle being abandoned again, he couldn't stand to be away from the strong arms that held him close and safe, he couldn't stand to be away from the man who loved him and who was his home.

Daniel felt his head being lifted and his tear-filled eyes lighted on Jack's tear covered face.

"I'm yours," Jack said, kissing Daniel. "I retired before I left. Paperwork's all done."

"You...you...really?"

Jack smiled, giving each of Daniel's swollen eyes a feather light kiss. "The Air Force has had me long enough. It's your turn."

Daniel didn't know what to say. His mouth was on hiatus again. His mind was screaming for joy, yet his mouth wasn't willing to play along. Regardless.

Happy and content, he wrapped his arms around Jack, his home. Finally. His home was going to stay.

The little orphan boy on his shoulder fled away.

Re: Name Calling

[identity profile] antares04a.livejournal.com 2009-01-11 09:17 am (UTC)(link)
*g* I think "baby" is much better than "honeybun" . *lol*

"Oh, Baby" rated PG

[identity profile] magnavox-23.livejournal.com 2009-01-11 09:17 am (UTC)(link)
Daniel didn’t call him ‘baby’ in bed.

He didn’t call him baby when they cuddled on the couch or when they fucked against the front door.

Daniel called him baby on Jack’s back porch in front of their team... and General Hammond.

“Grab the Clos Du Val, baby.”

Jack should have replied with a snarky ‘Sure thing sweetheart’ or ‘Good thinkin’ sugar’, thrown in a wink for good measure. Run off and let Daniel deal with the mess he’d just gotten them himself into.

He should have cared about the reactions from his team, from his C.O.

Instead he gave Daniel a warm smile. “Sure” he replied softly before stepping inside to grab the chardonnay. They had some ‘splainin’ to do…

Re: BABY WORKOUT - a drabble

[identity profile] antares04a.livejournal.com 2009-01-11 09:18 am (UTC)(link)
Oh yes, Daniel in the gym! A hot picture!

Re: Father Figure Jack/Daniel NC17

[identity profile] antares04a.livejournal.com 2009-01-11 09:22 am (UTC)(link)
That's absolutely hot! And Daniel begging for more ... wow!
It pushes all my kink buttons, erotic spanking beeing one the hottest! *g*

Re: Beautiful Baby

[identity profile] antares04a.livejournal.com 2009-01-11 09:25 am (UTC)(link)
Very nice! I love the image of Daniel on that rug in front of the fire very much. But I think it was a clever decision on Jack's part not to say the last words out loud. *g*

Re: This Deliverance

[identity profile] antares04a.livejournal.com 2009-01-11 09:29 am (UTC)(link)
Poor, poor Daniel! I can really feel his desperation in the first paragraphs.
But what a wonderful decision Jack has made! The Air Force has had me long enough. It's your turn." Yes! That's perfect!

Re: "Oh, Baby" rated PG

[identity profile] antares04a.livejournal.com 2009-01-11 09:31 am (UTC)(link)
Bad timing! *lol*
Or perhaps a very good one if Jack is ready to do some "explaining" now. Very nice way to out them. *g*
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Re: This Deliverance

[identity profile] stagnation13.livejournal.com 2009-01-11 09:49 am (UTC)(link)
Whee! Thanks!
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Re: "Oh, Baby" rated PG

[identity profile] stagnation13.livejournal.com 2009-01-11 09:50 am (UTC)(link)
Wow...Jack not back peddling! He just rolled with it!

GOOD FOR HIM!

Loves this!
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Too Good to be True - (J/D, rating: PG for language)

[identity profile] tejas.livejournal.com 2009-01-11 09:59 am (UTC)(link)
Jack sings.

Let me rephrase that.

Jack tries to sing. He can't but it doesn't stop him. To his credit, he knows he doesn't have the voice for it, so he rarely inflicts his predilection for butchering popular music on the public. But when things are going well, he'll sing in the shower, or along with the radio or just puttering around his place.

How do I know this?

Since we got together, I've been in the somewhat unfortunate position to overhear him. In a way, it's nice since it means I'm so deeply into his life that he doesn't think of me as someone he has to hide his shame secrets from.

On the other hand, it means I have to hear him sing.

No one has ever said being in love was easy.

See, there's another time he likes to sing and I just don't have the heart to try to dissuade him.

He likes to sing to me in bed.

Granted, he usually picks the times when I'm feeling stupid in love and coming down off an orgasmic high to beat all orgasmic highs. Face it, everyone says and does stupid stuff then. 21st century American social mores dictate that there are simply things we don't discuss in polite company and intimate sexual details are high on the list. A long time ago, I figured out it was mainly so no one would be put into the position of confessing to the sappy, syrupy crap said in the afterglow.

Not that I would ever say anything sappy.

Well, not too sappy.

Interestingly enough, "sappy", in the sense of "foolishly sentimental" has been in use since 1670. It came from the Old English word meaning "full of sap" indicating a young tree. What's interesting is that there may have been an intermediate meaning of "wet and sodden", which brings us right back to post-coital couple-bonding.

Well, I thought it was interesting.

But back to Jack.

Last night was one of those nights. As neither of us are exactly teenagers any more, it's gotten easier to hold out, which means, we can each top and bottom in the same night. We just need to have the time. Not to mention the energy (see "teenager, not exactly" comment above). We'd done the 100 yard Jaffa relay to the gate earlier in the day and that was after being on the go for 10 hours. I'm surprised we made it off base. Still, it was, as sex generally is with Jack, phenomenal and, while those details need not be elaborated on here, what happened after needs to be recorded.

We were lying in bed, sheets tangled with our legs, sweat cooling on our skin, exchanging barely there touches and feather light kisses, bodies still humming with sexual release when he started.

I love you baby
and if it's quite all right,
I need you baby
to warm the lonely night.
I love you baby,
trust in me and I'll say,
Oh, pretty baby...


Well, you get the idea. Franki Valli, Jack's not. Still, at the time, I was in that stupid, just fucked state that turns Jack's voice into a combination of Sinatra's, Nat King Cole's and Beverly Sills'. (Yes, I know, they're all dead. I don't have time for libel suits.) Ordinarily, I would have accepted the sentiment and tried to ignore his inability to carry a tune in a bucket. But this was one chorus too far.

I might have gotten a touch angry.

He called me pretty! I couldn't believe it! I came this close to dumping him out of bed. Of all the insulting things he has ever said to me, this takes the cake. Men are not pretty, no matter what the general's secretary, Marge in the mess hall and half the motor pool seem to think. (Which reminds me, note to self: find a way to have a talk with Sergeant Wilson - he's not taking 'oblivious Jackson' for an answer. That's always worked so well in the past, too.)

I AM NOT PRETTY! Jack's going to pay for that one. He spent a good ten minutes trying to apologize, but we ended up falling asleep before he finished. Many wonderful things in the universe are pretty, but I'm not. I probably shouldn't get this worked up over it, but I do have my pride.

Wait.

You thought.

Oh.

Really?

Why would I object to him calling me baby? I may have my pride, and I may have just been fucked stupid, but I'm not crazy.

I'd ask him if he knew "Be My Baby", but I don't want to encourage him.
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Re: This Deliverance

[identity profile] tejas.livejournal.com 2009-01-11 10:03 am (UTC)(link)
Damn the good drugs anyway! :-) They wreak havoc on the control systems! :-)

Jack retired! YAY!!!! :-)
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Re: "Oh, Baby" rated PG

[identity profile] tejas.livejournal.com 2009-01-11 10:04 am (UTC)(link)
LOL!!! I love it!
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Re: BABY WORKOUT - a drabble

[identity profile] tejas.livejournal.com 2009-01-11 10:05 am (UTC)(link)
Lovely image, isn't it? ;-)

Re: Too Good to be True - (J/D, rating: PG for language)

[identity profile] magnavox-23.livejournal.com 2009-01-11 10:11 am (UTC)(link)
LOL! This is SO adorable! Poor Jack though, he was just being honest! *nods*
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Re: Too Good to be True - (J/D, rating: PG for language)

[identity profile] tejas.livejournal.com 2009-01-11 10:14 am (UTC)(link)
*bows*

Hey, Daniel has to put up with his singing, he shouldn't have to put up with "pretty", too!!!! :-);-) The *nerve* of the man! :-)

Re: Too Good to be True - (J/D, rating: PG for language)

[identity profile] magnavox-23.livejournal.com 2009-01-11 10:16 am (UTC)(link)
All I know is I wouldn't object to his singing and being called "pretty". :P Maybe Daniel needs to get his priorities straight. :P
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Re: Too Good to be True - (J/D, rating: PG for language)

[identity profile] tejas.livejournal.com 2009-01-11 10:20 am (UTC)(link)
He gets sex with Jack.

I think he's got his priorities right on target. ;-);-) He would have gone into detail on why men being called "pretty" is insulting (social conditioning being what it is), but I think he was heading off to make Jack grovel for a bit. He kinda likes Jack on his knees, after all. ;-)

Re: Too Good to be True - (J/D, rating: PG for language)

[identity profile] magnavox-23.livejournal.com 2009-01-11 10:26 am (UTC)(link)
He gets sex with Jack.

See now you had to go and use logic! ugh! :P

Maybe I shouldn't have had that Queer as Folk marathon today. I've been listening to them all call each other pretty fuckable and what not. :P

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