My first ficlet ever!
OMG I wrote a ficlet! ::facepalm::
It's J/D of course (569 words).
I give you no warning, because basically it doesn't really require any. However, bear in mind that I've got a dirty twisted mind and that my writing sucks a bit! OK a lot. ;op
“Oh yessss…” Jack hissed in pleasure and surprise. Who would’ve guessed Daniel was such an expert in these matters? Jack squirmed shamelessly to increase the deliciously burning sensation Daniel was creating. He knew he was undulating and purring like a slut but he couldn’t care less.
“Oh yeah, just like that!” he moaned loudly.
Daniel grinned filthily and redoubled his efforts.
“Oh… Oh… Oh fuck, you’re good at thissss!”
Daniel chuckled, enjoying the fact that he could reduce the hardass colonel to squirming and begging.
“You like that, don’t you Jack?” he teased in a low husky voice.
“Oh yeah!” Jack answered with strangled laugh. “Oh… Fuck, YEAH!” he exclaimed more forcefully when Daniel hit a critical place.
“Jeezus Daniel! Where did you learn those tricks?” Jack panted. Daniel knew all the right spots, all the right angles, and he could change the rhythm at will. He was simply amazing! Jack was in Heaven.
Again Daniel chuckled and answered in a hushed confidential tone:
“I’m a natural.” He was bent on pleasuring Jack but couldn’t help feeling smug: the man was putty in his hands.
“Nnnnnngh… Harder! …HARDER! …Please!” Jack begged vocally.
Daniel complied. His sure strokes were pure bliss and were setting Jack’s world on fire. Once again the colonel couldn’t help but marvel at Daniel’s expertise. It had never been so good before, so utterly perfect. No one had ever made Jack whimper and mewl like that. It was downright sinful!!
“Ssshhh… Not so loud, Jack. You’re going to wake up Sam and Teal’c.” Daniel gently admonished.
His voice sounded so calm and reasonable. Jack couldn’t imagine how the man could stay so quiet and composed when his own body was singing Alleluia! Of course, he reasoned, Daniel couldn’t feel what he was feeling. And it was in fact a good thing that Daniel was able to keep a clear head and stay so focused, because that’s what made it so good. The fact that Daniel was totally in charge and that Jack could really let go and enjoy his ministrations to the fullest. Somehow though, it didn’t seem fair that Jack couldn’t return the favour simultaneously. He silently vowed to do so at the first opportunity. Maybe later on tonight, who knew?
Finally, a last stroke, and Jack arched his back and groaned ecstatically.
Daniel watched Jack shiver in delight, feeling proud that he had done this to his colonel.
Time started again, and Jack slowly came down from his high.
“Oh Christ, Daniel…” he managed breathlessly, “Thanks!” He felt light-headed and ridiculously happy.
Daniel smiled sweetly and said: “You’re welcome.” He felt his heart swell as he looked at Jack’s sated smile. “Next time you’ve got an itch to scratch, Jack: I’m your man.” Daniel winked. He sincerely hoped there would be a ‘next time’.
“Yeahsureyabetcha!” Jack promised. There was not the shadow of a doubt in his mind that, from now on, Daniel would be the only one to do this to him.
“Night, Jack” Daniel called softly before rolling over in his sleeping bag.
“Night, Daniel”
Jack made himself comfortable in his own sleeping bag and sighed contentedly. He was the luckiest bastard in the galaxy: he had discovered another of the many hidden talents of his archaeologist.
He intended on keeping this talent a secret, though. He didn’t want to have to share Daniel with anyone.
No one scratched his back like Daniel.