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The incidents in this story, which take place during Jack's training as a submissive, are referred to in Part 3 of my How It All Began series. Part One, Part Three
Jack/Daniel, BDSM, NC-17, 4,450 words:
kinkofthemonthThe incidents in this story, which take place during Jack's training as a submissive, are referred to in Part 3 of my How It All Began series. Part One, Part Three
Jack/Daniel, BDSM, NC-17, 4,450 words:
DENIAL AND DELIGHT
Jack stood beside the bed, his legs muscles tense from the effort not to move, not to thrust. His hands were cuffed behind his back; his thighs were still stinging from the swats Daniel had taken at them with his hands. Daniel was sitting on the bed, one hand cupped around Jack’s buttock, the other gripping the base of the prick that he was sucking avidly.
Jack stood beside the bed, his legs muscles tense from the effort not to move, not to thrust. His hands were cuffed behind his back; his thighs were still stinging from the swats Daniel had taken at them with his hands. Daniel was sitting on the bed, one hand cupped around Jack’s buttock, the other gripping the base of the prick that he was sucking avidly.
When Daniel had told him not to move, that he would be taking care of everything, Jack had fully expected to be teased. He expected long licks, and puffs of air, and gentle strokes that tortured. He expected to be tested. Obedience under those circumstances would be very difficult, but he could do it.
But Daniel had surprised him with a straightforward blowjob that was its own sort of torment. He wanted desperately to pump his hips into his friend’s mouth – not because the stimulation was inadequate, but because it felt so damn good! But he was holding back, holding on by a thread.
Motionless because Daniel had asked it of him; excited because he was able to do this for him. Trying to control his body, but to be relaxed enough to let his orgasm be drawn out by Daniel’s talented mouth. He tugged at his cuffs, feeling the pull in his shoulder-blades. He watched Daniel’s head bobbing and felt a rush of warmth. His breath caught. “Coming!” he groaned in warning.
Motionless because Daniel had asked it of him; excited because he was able to do this for him. Trying to control his body, but to be relaxed enough to let his orgasm be drawn out by Daniel’s talented mouth. He tugged at his cuffs, feeling the pull in his shoulder-blades. He watched Daniel’s head bobbing and felt a rush of warmth. His breath caught. “Coming!” he groaned in warning.
Daniel’s hand left his cock and moved down to cup his balls. Daniel’s mouth opened wider, and another inch of Jack’s length was enveloped. Jack locked his knees and cried out as he erupted into Daniel’s throat. He could feel Daniel swallowing, squeezing the head of his cock as his throat muscles worked. Daniel was holding onto his hips now, holding him close, and Jack relaxed his stance and shot another stream of come, almost sobbing with pleasure. Things got a little foggy after that.
When he settled back down to earth, he felt Daniel licking him clean. “I need to sit down,” he said hoarsely. Daniel pulled his head back immediately, and Jack’s semi-soft cock bobbed free. Jack turned his body and felt Daniel’s hands guiding him down until he was seated next to him on the bed.
“Okay?” Daniel asked.
“Oh, yeah,” Jack said weakly. Daniel patted his knee. “I’m good.”
“Yes, you are,” Daniel confirmed. “Very good, very obedient.” Jack felt the familiar twisting sensation in his chest. He liked knowing that he had pleased Daniel. He turned his head to exchange smiles, but his friend looked strangely serious.
“What’s wrong?” Jack asked.
“Not a thing,” Daniel said reassuringly. “You did a great job.”
“So did you,” Jack said slyly.
Daniel did smile then, but it soon faded. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he said. “That was your last orgasm for a while.”
Jack felt a moment of shock. The weekend was just starting; what was Daniel talking about? “Huh?”
Daniel looked at the bedside clock. “It’s 7:20 on Friday night.” He met Jack’s puzzled eyes. “Your next orgasm won’t be until 7:20 Sunday night.” Jack looked at the clock, looked at Daniel, opened his mouth, closed it again. “You’re very good at delaying your orgasm when I ask you to. I’ve been very impressed.”
“Thanks?” Jack said uncertainly.
Daniel smiled, but looked a little nervous. “This time I’m going to ask more of you. I’m going to ask you to surrender your climax completely into my hands for forty-eight hours. With the understanding that I intend to deny it to you.”
“What, uh, exactly…”
“In some respects this will be like any other weekend, and we’ll do a lot of the same things as usual. But I’ll be the only one coming.”
“That doesn’t sound like fun,” Jack said carefully.
“It isn’t meant to be. Not for you.” Daniel smiled slowly. “I’m going to be having all sorts of fun, on the other hand.” He tilted his head to one side and looked Jack over assessingly. “You going to be okay with that?”
Jack blinked. “Do I have another choice?”
“The same choice as always. You can say no, you can use a safeword. We can discuss this as much as you want, Jack.”
Jack was silent for a moment, thinking. “Business as usual, but I have to hold back somehow?” He shook his head. “How is that going to work? I mean, I don’t think I’ve got a hair-trigger, or anything, but, hey. You’re too good at what you do. You know what I mean?”
“Nicely put,” Daniel said with a grin. “I’ll go easy on you, beyond a certain point, that is. I’m not going to be trying to make you fail.” He looked Jack in the eye. “I want you aroused, not desperate. You’ll help me by letting me know when you’re getting too close to the edge, and I’ll back off on whatever it is that I’m doing that’s got you to that point.”
“What if you’re fucking me? You gonna be able to stop, just like that?”
Daniel raised his eyebrows. “If I can’t control myself, then that’s my failure, not yours.”
“Yeah, okay, what about me failing?” Jack asked. “What if I can’t hold back, or I don’t tell you fast enough that I’m at the edge?”
“This is still part of your training, Jack, and you know that as long as you’re sincerely trying, I’ll never punish you or blame you for failing. If you come it’ll be because I pushed you too hard, or because this is just too soon. Although I don’t think that’s the case, or I wouldn’t even be suggesting this yet. I think you’re ready, and I think that I know you and your body well enough by now that we can do this if we work together. You game?”
Jack’s automatic response was to say yes. That was his response to everything Daniel wanted these days, after all. But this request was a little different. What was in it for him? Frustration and misery, by the sound of it.
And the opportunity to please Daniel, with no visible benefit to himself. He thought about what that might be like. He had held back his orgasm at Daniel’s orders before, and even though he had always known that he would be coming soon enough, it had been painful. But Daniel’s praise had been sweet and soothing. Would that be enough? The thought of serving Daniel had its appeal, that was for sure. And that was more and more true as time went on.
“Don’t over-think it, Jack,” Daniel prompted. “Say what you feel.”
I feel like kissing your feet. Jack flushed at the rush of self-knowledge. “I’m in,” he said hoarsely.
~~~~
Jack laid in bed, restless and aching. Trying not to think about Daniel, about what they’d just done. Daniel had gone home, saying he thought it would be easier on Jack that way. Not so easy, though. And lonely. The two of them didn’t sleep together all that often, but tonight Jack could have used the company.
He shifted onto his side, and felt the sheet slide against his ass. He touched the cool skin of his hip and then put his hand back to cup one cheek. Still giving off heat. From the paddling Daniel had given him. But he shouldn’t be thinking about that. His cock was soft at the moment, and he wanted it to stay that way.
After the paddling, he’d knelt on the bed between Daniel’s wide-stretched legs and sucked on his cock with an unusual ferocity. His own cock had been rock-hard, but there was nothing he could do about that, so he concentrated on Daniel to a degree that he’d never quite achieved in the past. Daniel came quickly, writhing and crying out Jack’s name.
No, no, he didn’t need that image now! He felt his cock stirring, and bit his lip hard. Well, crap. If this kept up…
He sat up abruptly and reached for the phone.
“Hello, Jack.”
“I’ve got a rhetorical question for you, Daniel.”
“Okay.” Daniel sounded wary.
“What if I have a wet dream?” Jack made a face. “It seems like that would be a strong possibility, doesn’t it?”
“I won’t hold you responsible for anything that happens while you’re asleep, Jack. But I’ll expect you to be honest with me about it.”
“Oh, won’t that be a fun conversation,” Jack groused.
“Don’t worry,” Daniel sniped. “I won’t ask if you were dreaming about me.”
Jack’s face went blank with surprise. “Who else would I be dreaming about?” Shit.
After a brief pause, Daniel said, “Goodnight, Jack.” Jack could hear the smile in his voice.
“Night,” he mumbled, hanging up quickly. He plopped down, burying his heated face into the coolness of the pillow. Well, that certainly had taken care of any threat of an erection. But he was no closer to sleeping. He groaned with frustration.
~~~~
Daniel called the next morning. “Come over for lunch,” he said.
“Oh.” Jack’s mind raced. He’d been hoping he wouldn’t see Daniel until later in the day. “When you say lunch, uh…”
“I mean there will be food involved,” Daniel laughed.
“So, just…?”
“I guess you’ll find out, won’t you? Noon.” The click in Jack’s ear told him that Daniel had hung up.
~~~~
Jack certainly did find out. Daniel tied him to a kitchen chair and fed him Sloppy Joes, licking up all the bits that fell onto his chest, stomach and lap. Jack couldn’t help but enjoy it a little bit too much. As foreplay, it would be fun, but in this case it fell more under the heading of torture. Daniel’s tongue always just shy of touching his erection. Or was that Daniel’s way of doing him a favor? “You’re a madman,” he growled.
Daniel’s eyes narrowed. “You’ll pay for that remark.”
Jack’s mouth twitched. “You’d be more threatening if you didn’t have sauce on your nose.”
Daniel smiled coolly. “You’ll pay for that remark, too.”
~~~~
Jack paid, over Daniel’s lap, carefully positioned so that his cock had nothing to rub against. Daniel’s hairbrush painted the globes of Jack’s ass a uniform bright red. It wasn’t really a punishment; both men knew that. But it was only foreplay for one of them, and that made it different. So when Jack said, “yellow”, Daniel couldn’t be sure what it meant. “Yes, Jack?” he asked.
“I’m getting too close,” Jack gasped.
He knew Daniel would be delighted. With no stimulation other than the blows raining down on his ass, with no hope of climax, still Jack was aroused to the point where he had to use a safeword in order to ensure that he remained obedient. “Very good,” Daniel praised, helping Jack up. He stroked Jack’s erection with a fingertip, eliciting a gasp. “Yellow, not red,” he mused.
“What?” Jack said shakily.
Daniel looked up at him. “You didn’t ask me to stop completely. You just needed a break?”
“Oh,” Jack said, touching his red bottom and wincing. “You want me to…?”
“Do you want more of the brush? Do you want to come back over my knees for more spanking? Would you like me to set your ass on fire and then fuck it, Jack? Do you want my cock between your red cheeks, filling you up, taking you hard?”
“Yellow!” Jack said in a voice pitched several notes higher than usual. Daniel smiled and reached out, taking Jack’s cock between his thumb and first two fingers, just below the head. He squeezed firmly.
~~~~
Jack could still taste Daniel. After shutting down his impending orgasm, Daniel had laid Jack down on the floor and straddled him, feeding his cock between Jack’s lips. Pinning Jack’s wrists to the floor, he had fucked himself fluidly into and out of his mouth. “You really are perfect,” he had whispered.
Jack had felt the carpet underneath his ass, rough against his inflamed skin, the masculine scent of Daniel filling his senses, Daniel’s weight against his wrists, bone-deep, Daniel’s warm voice, Daniel’s cock, moving against his lips and tongue. Daniel.
Daniel, Daniel, Daniel. Semen, rich, salty, bitter. Jack’s heart had been pounding. His pulse still quickened, thinking about it, remembering. Deliberately arousing himself.
Daniel was sitting on the couch, reading a book. Jack stood sideways to him, staring across the room at a picture on the wall. Thinking dirty thoughts.
“Stand there,” Daniel had instructed him. “Don’t look at me; don’t talk to me.” He had finished tying Jack’s wrists firmly behind his back, and sat down. Jack, feeling a little bit like he was in a dream, had managed to keep his eyes forward, although the impulse to look at Daniel was nearly overwhelming. “Half an hour, Jack. You’re to keep yourself hard for half an hour.”
He had no idea how long ago that had been. The ache between his legs blotted everything else out. The extent of his erection ebbed and swelled, never fully hard, nowhere near soft. He pictured Daniel on his knees, licking his prick, smiling up at him. He smiled back. It wasn’t as good though as remembering Daniel’s cock driving into his mouth while he laid there and took it, accepted it, welcomed it.
Daniel’s pleasure had become the most important thing. He’d seen it coming for a while now, and he’d stopped worrying about it. His own pleasure was entirely in Daniel’s hands, and that’s the way he wanted it to be. He’d changed, was still changing.
“Time’s up.”
Jack turned his head and smiled at Daniel happily.
~~~~
Before sending Jack home for the evening, Daniel gagged him and fucked him bent over the kitchen table. A handful of silverware laid before Jack’s eyes, ready to be swept to the floor to alert Daniel if he was too close to coming. Jack clutched the edges of the table, and eyed the silverware with resolve. He could handle this. He wouldn’t stop Daniel. He wouldn’t.
He listened to the sounds Daniel was making behind him, and he exulted in the power that he possessed to bring Daniel to such a state of arousal. But it was nothing compared to the power that Daniel exerted over him. Thoughts tossed around in his mind about what each of them gave and received in this arrangement. It was all pretty even, he thought. Most of the time.
But not this weekend. This weekend was showing Jack secrets that he’d been carrying inside. He was getting a new picture of his relationship to Daniel, his feelings towards Daniel.
He just wasn’t quite ready to put a name to it yet.
~~~~
Jack slept badly that night, but he didn’t let it bother him. He was pretty confident that he’d sleep like a baby Sunday night. He was up before six, restless and excited. Still over twelve hours to go, but he knew that he was going to make it. And then he’d come, finally. Once would probably be enough, and probably even once would be a bit painful. How would Daniel do it? Was it already planned?
He had to smile at himself. Still, it was better than wondering what Daniel was going to do to him the rest of the day. That really didn’t bear thinking about.
Except that, somehow, it did.
~~~~
When he heard Daniel’s key in the door, Jack stood up slowly, letting out a breath. He hadn’t known if Daniel would call first, or just come over. He liked it happening this way. Daniel, doing as he pleased. Not needing an invitation or permission. Daniel rounded the corner and Jack began stripping off his clothes.
Daniel watched in silence.
~~~~
Jack was spread-eagled on the bed, bound hand and foot. Daniel was using a narrow, soft flogger on him, marking him. Every inch of his skin, except for his face, was being targeted. His neck, his bound hands, the soles of his feet. His nipples had felt the kiss of the flogger as more of a bite, and they ached now. The tender insides of his thighs, just above the knee, stung as though burned.
He’s claiming me, Jack thought deliriously. A sharp, yet delicate slap of leather landed on the underside of his balls, and he writhed, gasping. I’m his, all of me. Harder blows to his belly, a flick at his hard cock, a painful snap at the top of his right foot. Jack made a strangled sound.
Daniel’s hand now, touching, stroking, soothing the places that he had visited with the flogger. Cool fingers against heated skin. Jack closed his eyes, sighing. The hands left him for a moment, and then reappeared at his left ankle, untying his bond. “Lift.” Jack lifted his leg and Daniel’s hand, firm around his ankle, pulled it straight into the air. The flogger bit into tender skin as Daniel laid stripes across the back of Jack’s leg from knee to buttock. Jack whimpered, but not in pain.
Daniel’s weight sank into the mattress, and Jack’s body rocked. His left leg was placed over Daniel’s shoulder and slick fingers insinuated themselves between his butt cheeks. He opened his eyes to watch Daniel’s face, and found Daniel watching his. Jack smiled tentatively, but Daniel didn’t respond. Two fingers breached his body, and Jack’s lips parted soundlessly. They twisted inside him and Jack pulled against his remaining bonds. A third finger, and Jack’s head came up off the pillow. Daniel smiled then.
The fingers withdrew, and Daniel shifted his body, placing the head of his cock at Jack’s rectum, and starting his slow push inside. Jack tried to relax, but he felt twisted up, off-balance. He hoped they’d try this position again some other time when he might be able to enjoy it more. As it was, it was pretty uncomfortable, but sort of exciting. Asymmetry, Daniel would call it. Three limbs stretched out straight and held in place, the fourth bent back against his body and pinned by Daniel’s weight.
Having that one leg free just emphasized how helpless he was. His body was not his to command. Daniel was in charge. Daniel, who was moving inside him now, pushing in deep. Owning him. Jack swallowed and squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his body being rocked by Daniel’s intimate assault. He was open and Daniel was taking what he wanted. It was the way it should be. “Yes,” he moaned.
“Stay focused,” Daniel said sharply.
Jack opened his eyes. “Yes,” he answered. Daniel grinned at him tightly, and began to move his hips more forcefully. Jack tried his best to ignore the good sensations that threatened to overwhelm his body. But the warmth and weight of Daniel, his scent, the sounds he made, the thrust of his cock, the delicious tightness of the bonds around his wrists and ankle…
“Don’t stop,” Jack panted, “but ‘yellow’.”
Daniel nodded. “I’m close. Not long…”
Daniel nodded. “I’m close. Not long…”
“I’m okay,” Jack said, gritting his teeth. “Take your time.”
Daniel laughed with wild exhilaration. “You. Are. Incredible.”
“That’s me,” Jack said weakly, as he saw Daniel’s shoulders and neck stiffen, his face flush, his eyes close. The cock inside him jerked once, twice, and it was over. Daniel’s body began to sag forward. “Please,” Jack begged quickly. Daniel fell to the side, and Jack’s free leg dropped. Daniel’s hand reached down, got a grip on Jack’s scrotum, and gently tugged his balls away from his body. “Oh, Jesus,” Jack gasped. “Oh, God.”
Daniel’s forehead came to rest against Jack’s side. Jack felt his exhalations, moist and warm against his skin. The urgent need to come slowly passed. “Okay now?” Daniel said after a minute.
“Yeah,” Jack said, dazed. “That was close.”
Daniel released Jack’s sac, and patted his thigh. “Thank you,” he mumbled.
“Pleasure,” Jack said. Anything. Any time. I’m all yours. Daniel’s breathing slowed into the rhythms of sleep, and Jack laid in his bonds, stunned.
~~~~
With three hours to go, Jack was laid out on the coffee table in the living room, his thighs spread and his feet on the floor, bound to the legs at one end of the table. It was too uncomfortable a stretch to bind his hands the same way, so Daniel had passed a length of rope underneath the table and tied Jack’s wrists to each end. His nipples were lightly clamped, and his cock snugly held by a studded leather cock ring.
The table had been moved close enough to the sofa that Daniel could easily reach out from where he laid curled up with his book, to touch Jack. Tease Jack. Torment Jack. A slow twist of a clamp, a finger brushed along the length of Jack’s straining cock. Or just a hand touching his shoulder, stroking his hair. It was endless, and Jack was in a kind of agony he had never known before. But if the pages of the book turned more than once without his feeling Daniel’s hand on his body, that was torment, too.
So many times in the past he had reveled in having Daniel’s complete attention focused on him. He had posed, moved, held still, stayed silent or shouted, all with the knowledge that in those moments he was the center of Daniel’s world. He knew, he knew that Daniel did not actually forget him as the pages turned. He couldn’t. No. Whether it was torture or respite, Daniel was thinking of Jack, he had to be.
So Jack laid quietly on the table, awaiting Daniel’s pleasure. The very picture of submission. But his mind whirled. And when Daniel finally laid aside his book, Jack’s feelings were mixed. The wondering could stop; Daniel was definitely focusing on him. But, on the other hand, no rest for the weary, the aching, the desperate. Oh, God. Both of Daniel’s hands free now to touch him. One at each nipple, rotating the clamps a few degrees, pinching his flesh in new ways. A hand in his hair as a whine escaped his throat, the other hand stroking down his body.
On his cock, now. Holding it, squeezing it. Jack gasped, and Daniel murmured something he couldn’t hear. Daniel shifted on the sofa, and his mouth descended on Jack’s closest nipple, licking at the skin he could reach, squeezing the clamp between his teeth. His thumb stroked over the head of Jack’s cock, and Jack’s hips surged off the table.
“Yes,” Daniel said, lifting his head, and maybe it was meant to be soothing, but it only sounded quietly satisfied. And Jack knew then that Daniel wanted to see him suffer, and that knowledge freed him from the last vestiges of control that he had kept on his reactions. Daniel found beauty in Jack’s suffering, and Jack wanted to be beautiful in Daniel’s eyes. A sob came, and another.
“Shh,” Daniel said gently. “Shh.” He rubbed Jack’s stomach and smiled down at him tenderly.
“Please,” Jack cried. Daniel looked at him assessingly for a moment, and then bent his head and took Jack’s restrained cock into his mouth. “God!” It felt so good; it felt so incredibly, earth-shatteringly good! Daniel didn’t move, just encased Jack in heat and moisture, and Jack struggled to stay still, knowing that if he began to move, he would be lost. “Oh, Danny. Danny.” Tears rolled from the corners of his eyes. “Please, you have to stop.”
Daniel withdrew with exquisitely painful slowness, his tongue drawing circles to the tip of Jack’s throbbing prick. “Yellow?” he asked hoarsely. Jack began to sob in earnest. In a flash, Daniel was looking down at him with concern. “Red?” Jack rolled his head back and forth in negation, tears still spilling, his chest heaving. “Jack, we can stop,” Daniel insisted.
“No!” Jack wanted to say more, but he couldn’t. He shook his head again, his eyes pleading with a blurry Daniel.
“Okay, yellow,” Daniel said quietly. He stroked Jack’s hair, and Jack could feel that his hand was trembling.
“Promise me,” Jack choked out.
“Promise what?” Daniel asked, leaning close.
“Promise me you’ll never ask me to do this again. Please, promise me.”
“Never again, Jack. I swear. Never anything like this again.” Daniel said. “Please don’t cry any more.”
“I’m okay,” Jack finally managed to say in a watery voice.
“Hold on,” Daniel said with a nervous-looking smile. “I’m going to get a wet cloth to wipe your face.”
“I’ll be here,” Jack said, closing his eyes and feeling a few last tears squeeze out. A minute later he heard Daniel’s footsteps, and then felt a delicious coolness against his hot eyelids. “Nice,” he said, sniffing.
The cloth stroked against his face, and Jack relaxed bit by bit. “I think the moment has passed, Jack,” Daniel said. Jack opened his eyes, puzzled. “We’re stopping,” Daniel stated firmly.
Jack opened his mouth in instinctive protest, and then realized what he was doing and subsided. He had wanted to continue for Daniel’s sake, but Daniel wanted to stop now. “Whatever you say.” He felt Daniel’s fingers easing off the nipple clamps, and then he bit his lip as he felt them working on releasing the cock ring. The surge of blood was painful, and he groaned loudly, and hoped that Daniel would be pleased.
~~~~
“It’s a quarter after seven, Jack.”
Jack’s eyes shot open. Daniel had made him lie down in the bedroom, but he hadn’t expected to actually go to sleep. “It’s what?”
Daniel was crouched next to the bed. “Quarter past seven.”
“Uh. Oh!”
“Yes, oh!” Daniel teased. “You were really out cold, weren’t you?”
“No comment,” Jack said, stretching.
“You awake now?”
Jack stilled. “Yeah.”
“Good. I thought we’d finish this the way we started, if that sounds good to you?” Daniel raised his eyebrows.
Jack reached up and traced Daniel’s lower lip. He saw Daniel react in surprise, and dropped his hand. “That sounds very good,” he answered, his cock already lifting and filling in anticipation.
Daniel reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out the lube. “A little something extra to speed you on your way,” he said, waving the tube at Jack.
“Fast, slow. Just get me there,” Jack said thickly.
“I’ll get you there. Trust me.” Daniel smiled, his eyes glinting.
Completely, Jack thought, and then Daniel was touching him and Jack stopped thinking. Completely.
Daniel’s slick fingers filled him, and Daniel’s mouth engulfed him, and the 48 hour clock ticked down, and when Jack came, painfully and ecstatically flooding Daniel’s mouth with his semen, the last piece of the puzzle slotted into place. Now he knew who and what Daniel was.
Master.
THE END
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Date: Nov. 30th, 2006 01:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Nov. 30th, 2006 05:00 pm (UTC)The friendship and trust gave them the chance to explore these really intimate desires, and, of course, eventually led them to something even nicer.
;-)
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Date: Nov. 30th, 2006 05:54 pm (UTC)“Don’t worry,” Daniel sniped. “I won’t ask if you were dreaming about me.”
Jack’s face went blank with surprise. “Who else would I be dreaming about?” Shit.
After a brief pause, Daniel said, “Goodnight, Jack.” Jack could hear the smile in his voice.
Bwah!
“You’re a madman,” he growled.
Daniel’s eyes narrowed. “You’ll pay for that remark.”
Jack’s mouth twitched. “You’d be more threatening if you didn’t have sauce on your nose.”
Daniel smiled coolly. “You’ll pay for that remark, too.”
BWAH!
“Never again, Jack. I swear. Never anything like this again.” Daniel said. “Please don’t cry any more.”
Aaw, ow.
Nicely done, with the snark on top, and the deeper feelings rising up out of Jack's subconscious.
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Date: Nov. 30th, 2006 06:29 pm (UTC)One of the hardest things about writing this sequel-within-a-prequel was remembering that at this point they're JUST GOOD FRIENDS. Although it's obvious that Jack is ready for more. :-)
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Date: Nov. 30th, 2006 06:54 pm (UTC)I think this weekend he got it. ;-)
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Date: Nov. 30th, 2006 07:28 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Nov. 30th, 2006 06:36 pm (UTC)(This was hot enough to melt the snow in Seattle. You know, here in the slash state.) *g*
I love the training stories, where they're both still discovering things about themselves and each other. Wonderful banter, crying Jack, and Daniel's trembling hand. Some very nice details. *sigh*
Jack reached up and traced Daniel’s lower lip. He saw Daniel react in surprise, and dropped his hand. This line says SO MUCH about where they are in their relationship, I just love it.
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Date: Nov. 30th, 2006 06:55 pm (UTC)But when I realized it, and went back to edit it in, I decided it wasn't really necessary after all. Nobody's going to confuse Jack with a wimp, and most people are smart enough to figure it out without Daniel pontificating. In other words, I'm glad to know that you liked that part. :-)
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Date: Nov. 30th, 2006 07:31 pm (UTC)But in this BDSM verse it works, and you handled it well. This really summed it up: Daniel found beauty in Jack’s suffering, and Jack wanted to be beautiful in Daniel’s eyes.
I like the line you cut (save it for another fic!) but with the line above, among others, you're right, it wasn't necessary.
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Date: Nov. 30th, 2006 07:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Dec. 1st, 2006 03:31 am (UTC)He did at least in Message in a Bottle, when the metal spike from the alien probe stuck him to the wall, (but that was from being sick and exhausted and in pain and Teal'c was there being comforting) and maybe, a little, when they got back from losing Daniel on Nem's planet?
I know he's all "stiff upper lip" when other big things happen (Meridian?) but I can totally see Canon!Jack giving in to tears in private. He's just too exuberant a person to be that closed off that he would *never* cry.
He ain't so tough. He allows himself to be too much of a kid to be that tough. (Special Ops experience notwithstanding.)
At least, this is how I like to see my own Canon!Jack, separate and apart from Fic!Jack, whom we can make do anything :) Just my two cents.
Oh and by the way, Sid? Guh. and, Oh my God, GUH.
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Date: Dec. 1st, 2006 04:20 am (UTC)(I have to preface this by saying, thank you, really, for the two cents. I, for no reason I'm aware of, love this topic. So, I hope I don't sound harsh, I really enjoy hearing your-or other-opinions on the subject. Or anything else about Jack)
MiaB-tears, an autonomic response to severe pain. Fire and Water-(Nem's) Not what I saw, I was actually disappointed that there wasn't more of a reaction from Jack.
And I think he is very tough. IMHO I think that after all he's seen and done, he couldn't be anything else. Look at The Abyss, if he was going to cry, it would have been then. His 'kid at heart' persona, balances the dark!Jack, that I see. And know, and love. *g*
And yay for fic!Jack. Ours to control, and play with... ;)
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Date: Dec. 1st, 2006 05:26 am (UTC)We see grief and pain, but not tears. I think. Well, I don't have a big screen TV, and my eyesight sucks, so if there were or weren't tears I'd never really be sure.
:-P
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Date: Dec. 1st, 2006 06:05 am (UTC)I think that it's part of Jack's punishment, that he assigns himself. He wants to hold it in, keep in painful, because he doesn't feel he deserves the release.
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Date: Dec. 2nd, 2006 02:00 am (UTC)"part of Jack's punishment....He wants to hold it in, keep in painful, because he doesn't feel he deserves the release."
Okay this is vaguely...kinky. Part of that dark!Jack you know and love? ;)
(And yes, I also like the idea. Move along, no kinks to see here.....)
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Date: Dec. 2nd, 2006 01:56 am (UTC)Also, I agree here- I remember that Jack didn't cry when Charlie died. But I (again) like to think that this was back in the bad old post-Iraq, post-Charlie's death, first-trip-to-Abydos days when Jack was suicidal.
In my mind, Canon!Jack has come a long way since then, and has been helped and healed a lot by his "kids", esp. Daniel, of course.
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Date: Dec. 2nd, 2006 01:10 am (UTC)Now, let me preface *this* by saying, the following is based on absolutely no empirical evidence, but rather the lack thereof, combined with my own personal desires.
Ahem. I did, of course, have tongue very firmly in cheek when I said above that Jack "ain't so tough." He is of course the baddest of the badasses. I absolutely think he *can* be stiff-upper-lip, and does when he wants to, for whatever reason, esp. in front of others.
But, I like to think, that Jack is *tough*, and not *hard*, as in unable to cry. I think being hard like that makes one kind of brittle and even more vulnerable. And I like to think that Jack is better (as in healed) than that. :)
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Date: Dec. 4th, 2006 04:51 am (UTC)So, if you're still inclined, tell me about your Jack! I'll check your LJ by Wed. at the latest. :)
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Date: Dec. 1st, 2006 05:21 am (UTC)If he doesn't actually cry, he comes close. But he holds himself under control most of the time.
Here he's given control over to Daniel, and he's able to let go. Different circumstances, obviously - sure wish we could see how canon!Jack would respond!
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Date: Dec. 2nd, 2006 02:07 am (UTC)*Loving* the transfer of control to Daniel. Who better to give it to? He can have mine any ol' day. Here you go, Danny. *hands over control*
and- "sure wish we could see how canon!Jack would respond!"
OMG Yes! Please! Do you think we could submit your story idea to MGM? Maybe they haven't shut the door on all the DVD-movies yet....
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Date: Dec. 2nd, 2006 03:07 am (UTC)Love all the Jack conversation here. It really wasn't until I started writing that I came to truly appreciate Jack. Daniel was my guy, but somehow my first fic was Jack's POV!
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Date: Nov. 30th, 2006 09:00 pm (UTC)(That is the most coherent thing you'll get outta me right now)
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Date: Nov. 30th, 2006 09:16 pm (UTC)X-D
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Date: Nov. 30th, 2006 09:22 pm (UTC):-p
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Date: Nov. 30th, 2006 09:59 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: Dec. 2nd, 2006 03:01 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Nov. 30th, 2006 10:30 pm (UTC)I just found this and really, really enjoyed. I don't usually read SG1 will you be adding to this series? if so may I friend you?
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Date: Dec. 1st, 2006 12:37 am (UTC)I've written several other stories within this universe. I'll give you a link to my author page at Area 52, and you can just look for BDSM in the warnings to find more of these stories.
http://www.area52hkh.net/author.php?name=Sid
And this link is to the first story in the timeline of their relationship:
http://www.area52hkh.net/ass/sid/howita01.php
Enjoy!
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Date: Dec. 1st, 2006 03:07 am (UTC)I really like Jack's trust in and love for Daniel. We all know it's there, but this seems to show it in an extreme.
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Date: Dec. 1st, 2006 05:11 am (UTC)Falling in love is just a bonus. ;-)
I'm very glad for the opportunity to corrupt you! :-D
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Date: Dec. 2nd, 2006 01:12 am (UTC)...
you broke my brain in a good way.
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Date: Dec. 2nd, 2006 02:57 am (UTC)Yay! Glad you liked! :-)