Porn Battle VI (The Undiscovered Country)
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Jack lifted his head off the pillow. “But?”
“What?”
“Not ‘what.’ But. There’s a big honkin’ ‘but’ hanging there at the end of that sentence. Whether you said it or not.”
“Yeah.” Daniel leaned over and swiped at the nipple with his tongue, biting lightly at it as it began to peak. “No offense, Jack, but I miss women.”
“Oh. Is that all?”
“What do you mean, is that all?”
“Well, I thought it might be something really serious. Like, ‘I love you more than life itself, but I’m moving in with Teal’c.’ Or, ‘I love you more than life itself, but I’m spending the next five years on a dig in Tibet.’ Or--”
Daniel laid his fingers gently against Jack’s lips. “I get it. No, I’m not leaving you.”
Jack kissed Daniel’s fingers. “Good.” He laid his head back down and felt his heartbeat return to its normal tempo. “I miss women too.”
“Anything specific?”
“Hmm.” Jack thought for a minute. “Curves. Softness. The taste of pussy. And that great smell.” He sighed in reminiscence.
“Not breasts?”
“Not so much, really.”
“Sha’re never let me go down on her,” Daniel said, with an air of regret.
“Why not? Too shy?”
“Oh, no, not a shy bone in her body. But there were lots of cultural taboos on Abydos, including one against cunnilingus. Any kind of oral-genital contact, in fact.”
“What--no blow jobs?”
“Nope. No head--but she gave great hand.” Daniel grinned. “It was tradition to pass tried-and-true techniques down from one generation to the next. Sha’re told me her aunt gave her lessons, and she’d practice on a dildo carved from a mastadge thighbone.”
“Now, see, that’s just sick.” Jack paused, considering. “But kinda hot.”
“Isn’t it, though. If you want a demonstration in the flesh, reach over and get me the lube.”
“C’mon,” Jack scoffed, even as he fished in the bedside table. “You didn’t have lube on Abydos.”
“No, we had fermented mastadge butter. See any of that around?”
“Eww.” He handed over the lube. “Here you go. Knock yourself out.”
“Okay. Make some space.” Daniel sat between Jack's spread legs, facing him, threading his own legs under Jack’s so that he could get close enough for good access. “Comfortable?”
“Uh huh.”
Daniel lubed Jack’s cock, taking his time, bringing to the task his full attention and tender care. And then--slowly, gently, inexorably--he proceeded to give Jack the best hand job of his life. Light touches and strong strokes, loose grip and tight channel, one hand and both, fingertips and knuckles and palms, Daniel worked him exquisitely, bringing him to the edge and backing off, over and over. Through it all, Daniel kept silence as Jack closed his eyes, yielding to Daniel’s control, every breath bringing him a little closer to capitulation.
An eon or two later, he was as drippingly hard as he ever had been, gasping, aching, needing, so sensitized that he could feel Daniel’s pulse beating against his glans.
“Jack. Open your eyes. Look at me.”
He couldn’t not obey.
“I’ll never leave you, Jack. Never.”
The love shining in Daniel’s eyes pushed him over the edge, and he flew.
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He returned to full awareness to find Daniel draped half atop him, his hard cock rubbing against Jack’s hip and one hand combing through his chest hair. As soon as he could move, he half raised an arm in limp salute and let it fall heavily back to the bed. “You’ve been holding out on me. How come we haven’t done that before?”
Daniel smiled. “We’re usually in too much of a hurry. And anyway, I thought I’d save it for a special occasion.”
“Let’s have a special occasion more often.”
“Sounds like a good idea to me,” Daniel said. “So, you really don’t miss breasts?”
“Like I said, not so much.” Jack’s grin was devilish. “I’m more an ass man, myself.”
Daniel squirmed a little as Jack’s hand landed firmly on his buttocks, one finger teasing between. “I--Oh.” Daniel dropped his head onto Jack’s chest, his breath catching as Jack’s finger breached him, pressing deep inside. “I think I figured that out. Oh--yeah, there--ohhhh--more, right now!”
“Not a problem,” Jack said, rolling Daniel onto his back and reaching across him for the lube. “You’re not the only one who knows what to do with his hands.”
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I'll have you know that that was actually the first Jack/Daniel story I've read start to finish in over a year. They're a pairing I can't get into on a practical level (I slash them theoretically). So kudos to you!
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I'm not sure I understand your "practical" vs. "theoretical" distinction. Can you say more?
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Excellent job!! :)
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The nipple play and original declaration about missing women were part of the original scene, Daniel's further admission that he misses female breasts was part of the rewrite. Can I say, without sounding like a complete idiot, that I didn't even notice the way the nipple play illustrates Daniel's admission until you pointed it out? There's the power of the subconscious for ya!
Daniel is often written as having major abandonment issues, and I totally get why that is, but it seems to me that Jack might have a few similar issues of his own as well--esp. post-Meridian. So for once I made Jack the one to worry about being left.
There will always be a little achy place inside Daniel because of Sha're, I think, but I have always wished for him that he could remember the good moments without putting himself through the wringer about the bad ones, and I think this fic reflects that wish.
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::nodnod:: about Jack being just as arguably prone to abandonment issues as Daniel, and that 'Meridian' would contribute. Owwch. I also like that this fic in and of itself doesn't necessarily make that all better for Jack. It's beautiful and it helps and it adds a sense of emotional completion, but it's not a guaranteed fix, either. Stuff like that can linger for a long time. This can go either way, which is really nice. And ::nodnod:: about Sha're too.
I would totally love to see that wip/longer fic if you do get somewhere with it, so I'll be rooting for it and hoping.
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And Jack, of course, gets in the last word. *g*
(I did a drabble along the I-miss-women lines a couple of years ago: http://sidlj.livejournal.com/7760.html)
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So often in slash people implicitly or explicitly disavow the canon het experiences the characters they're slashing may have had, as if the slash must be justified by erasing or vilifying het. I really love that not only did you not do that, but that Jack and Daniel had a reminiscent, cheerful conversation about women that just made me want to squeeze them both.
Enough social politics of writing. Did I mention how hot this is? Because it's really, really, *really* hot.
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