It's the Jack/Daniel Three Little Words 'Thon!
All right, everybody, let's get started! This 'thon is all about saying, "I love you." Or not being able to say it. Or showing it in a myriad of ways. It's about perfect pictures and lovely vids, quotes from fic (link us, please!) and brand new fic (we hope!)
Post in comments here, or post elsewhere and give us all a link.
Everyone is welcome to the party, so feel free to invite all your Jack/Daniel-loving friends!
The 'thon runs through the end of Monday, assuming![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
jdjunkie and I don't collapse earlier from the sheer weight of all the squee. :-)/:-)
Post in comments here, or post elsewhere and give us all a link.
Everyone is welcome to the party, so feel free to invite all your Jack/Daniel-loving friends!
The 'thon runs through the end of Monday, assuming
jdjunkie and I don't collapse earlier from the sheer weight of all the squee. :-)/:-)
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Thank you for doing this!!!
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Daniel fumbled, and grabbed Jack’s hip, pressing him even closer against Daniel’s ass.
“Oh, god, Jack,” Daniel said.
“Love you,” Jack said, responding instinctively, no conscious decision at all, to the emotion he heard in Daniel’s voice, the way Daniel said his name.
Then he froze, realizing too late what had come out of his mouth. There had been a line that he’d thought was drawn, once, about things like that. A line blocking as off-limits sweet names like “baby”. Keeping him, keeping guys doing what they were doing, away from big scary important words like “love”. There was a line that marked the rules of this game for lonely men. Jack couldn’t find that line anymore. He didn’t know the rules any more. He had actually blurted out the word. He had thought it, more than once, but he had thought he wouldn’t, shouldn’t say it. He didn’t know what it meant. His body flooded with adrenaline again, and his hand must have twitched on Daniel’s dick.
But Daniel only moaned a little, a precious sound, and held Jack’s hip tighter.
“I love you, too, Jack,” he said, and he sounded so surprised.
Jack squeezed his eyes shut and tried to breathe. He wormed one arm beneath Daniel, under his ribcage, and let go of his dick to get his right arm around his chest. He held Daniel tight against him, squeezing the breath out of him, and Daniel held just as tightly to his hip.
Holy mother of god, Jack thought. What did I just do.
“It just came out,” he said, his lips stiff. “I didn’t... I...”
“I love you, too, Jack,” Daniel repeated, more quietly, but just as certain.
Jack held on to him, as if Daniel were some kind of life raft and the bed was a stormy sea. He felt as if the top of his head were going to blow off. He didn’t know what to think, what to say into the fraught silence. He hovered there for a while, trying to find his place.
Daniel squirmed in his grip, and Jack didn’t want to let go of him. But Daniel, insistent as ever, turned, and Jack, eyes still squeezed shut against the immensity of what was happening, felt Daniel’s lips on his. Daniel kissed him, tenderly, urgently, and Jack kissed him back. It felt good. It felt like a salve.
“Look at me,” Daniel said. Jack opened his eyes. And the brave, crazy bastard said it again. So Jack kissed him again, as if he could swallow the words, take them in, understand them that way. Kissed him until Daniel, too, was breathless.
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Thank you...
xxxxxxx
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*adores and worships at the Memphis altar*
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Lovely, lovely Jack and Daniel.
Chris xx
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