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
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BABY WORKOUT - a drabblesidljJanuary 11 2009, 01:48:56 UTC
Count of fifteen with the right arm. Count of fifteen with the left. Repeat. Alternating for a count of twenty. Together. Up, down, keep it smooth, no jerking. Seven, eight.
Daniel paused there, laying down one dumbbell, to wipe off sweat before it could drip into his eyes.
“Let me,” Jack said, picking up a towel. He ran it across Daniel’s forehead and scrubbed up into the hairline.
Daniel eyed Jack’s crotch. That erection looked painful. “You like what you see?” He resumed his routine, smiling.
Jack touched one hand lightly to Daniel’s bicep. “Pump it, baby,” he urged hoarsely.
Now it's plain to see You put a hurtin' on me But it's a natural fact I like it like that, So work out!
Baby Workout, by Jackie Wilson and Alonzo Tucker, 1963
Father Figure Jack/Daniel NC17janedavittJanuary 11 2009, 04:00:00 UTC
Warning: spanking/Daddy!kink
Daniel freezes at the worst moment possible, going rigid, unmoving, and Jack panics. Too much? Too hard? Daniel's begged for this for weeks (which in Daniel's case means he's argued his position with a flood of words and at least three citations of articles Jack's never going to read, not ever, because what kind of freak writes about someone wanting to get their ass spanked without ever sounding even a little bit turned on?) but maybe Jack should have kept saying 'no fucking way'?
His hand hovers, irresolute, over the blotched red pattern he's made on Daniel's pale skin and he hates himself for being hard, for the plans he's got -- had -- for fucking Daniel afterward, sinking slowly, so fucking slowly inside Daniel's mouth, that's been babbling out oh and yes and Jack! and then his ass, splitting those red cheeks wide and oh, he can make Daniel whimper with more than his hand, yes, he can...
"Why did you stop?" Daniel says through clenched teeth, his body rigid. "Why did you -- oh, God, I'm coming --
( ... )
Beautiful BabyhelenkacanJanuary 11 2009, 05:25:06 UTC
The fire is flickering, more illusion than substance, when Jack walks out of the bathroom, towelling off his wet hair. But he's not cold - not when his gaze stutters and is transfixed by the pale beauty of Daniel lying face down on the rug.
Daniel's limbs are loose, languid. No wonder, as Daniel was the first to arrive and managed to ease away the tension of yet another week from hell, courtesy of planet M-whatever-the-fuck its official designation is. At least he had the courtesy to leave some hot water for Jack
( ... )
Re: Beautiful BabysidljJanuary 11 2009, 05:48:02 UTC
Oh, Jack! He's so much in awe of his lover. And he knows when not to push it, too, which is good, because he wouldn't want Daniel getting snippy at a moment like this.
Re: Beautiful BabyhelenkacanJanuary 11 2009, 05:54:40 UTC
Oh, thank you. I'm fond of the image, myself. Dying fire, rug, nekkid Daniel with nekkid Jack arriving onto the scene. And, please, blame janedavitt (hee - I blame her entirely for getting me into the Stargate fandom at all) as I read her spankingfic and decided on a more innocent version.
Thank you, also, for easing our withdrawal symptoms this weekend. I'll survive, in my own delusional way, with my fixed McShep goggles firmly in place.
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Thank you for writing! :-)
And we're off and running....
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Daniel paused there, laying down one dumbbell, to wipe off sweat before it could drip into his eyes.
“Let me,” Jack said, picking up a towel. He ran it across Daniel’s forehead and scrubbed up into the hairline.
Daniel eyed Jack’s crotch. That erection looked painful. “You like what you see?” He resumed his routine, smiling.
Jack touched one hand lightly to Daniel’s bicep. “Pump it, baby,” he urged hoarsely.
Now it's plain to see
You put a hurtin' on me
But it's a natural fact
I like it like that,
So work out!
Baby Workout, by Jackie Wilson and Alonzo Tucker, 1963
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Daniel freezes at the worst moment possible, going rigid, unmoving, and Jack panics. Too much? Too hard? Daniel's begged for this for weeks (which in Daniel's case means he's argued his position with a flood of words and at least three citations of articles Jack's never going to read, not ever, because what kind of freak writes about someone wanting to get their ass spanked without ever sounding even a little bit turned on?) but maybe Jack should have kept saying 'no fucking way'?
His hand hovers, irresolute, over the blotched red pattern he's made on Daniel's pale skin and he hates himself for being hard, for the plans he's got -- had -- for fucking Daniel afterward, sinking slowly, so fucking slowly inside Daniel's mouth, that's been babbling out oh and yes and Jack! and then his ass, splitting those red cheeks wide and oh, he can make Daniel whimper with more than his hand, yes, he can...
"Why did you stop?" Daniel says through clenched teeth, his body rigid. "Why did you -- oh, God, I'm coming -- ( ... )
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Lovely and loving and hot.
Thank you so much for writing this!
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Daniel's limbs are loose, languid. No wonder, as Daniel was the first to arrive and managed to ease away the tension of yet another week from hell, courtesy of planet M-whatever-the-fuck its official designation is. At least he had the courtesy to leave some hot water for Jack ( ... )
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Such a nice final image. *sighs contentedly*
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Thank you, also, for easing our withdrawal symptoms this weekend. I'll survive, in my own delusional way, with my fixed McShep goggles firmly in place.
Eek - post midnight hugs,
'lenka
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And I'm sure any number of Finale Fixes are being McShepped even as we speak. ;-)
Damn PTB. *shakes fist*
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