Comment Fic: Honeymoon? Sweet!
To quote the inimitable jd_junkie: "This is not my fault. sidlj is to blame."
Only in my case, jd_junkie is right up there with sidlj. See,
sidlj wrote this lovely little comment fic called Fork In The Road which is a Jack/Daniel/Vala get hitched double drabble.
jd_junkie expanded on that theme with a glimpse of the reception in Let There Be Cake.
So, here's part three of this impromptu round robin.
Jack was first to reach the door to the honeymoon suite, but Daniel was the first to have his card key ready. He passed it to Jack who opened the door then held it as Daniel let Vala enter before him. The taste of the lemon drizzle icing he’d swiped from their wedding cake as they left the reception was fading. Kicking off his patent leather dress shoes, Daniel tugged off his bow tie and dropped it on the bureau. Behind him, he heard Jack bolt the door then move into the room. With a silken whisper a second bow tie landed on the bureau. Matching cumberbunds and two pairs of cufflinks soon joined the pile.
Vala took a moment to check the label on the champagne chilling in the ice stand. There was a faint ting as her wedding ring hit the neck of the bottle. Three champagne flutes were on the table, their stems adorned in red satin ribbons to match the huge bouquet of roses. The bottle was replaced in its nest of ice. Vala’s bridal outfit, with its form fitting leather bodice and rich brocade gown in shades of brown and gold, was unconventional but suited her perfectly.
“You did tell them to save us some cake, didn’t you Jack darling?” Vala licked her lips as though recalling the flavor of the chocolate icing she had eaten and that Jack had licked off her fingers.
Daniel hoped Jack had, because he was very much looking forward to the coffee walnut cake he had chosen.
“Yep. Though after the way you hit the buffet, I’m surprised you have room for anything more.” Amusement tinged Jack’s voice.
Daniel heard the closet door open and the tinny jangle of the hangers then one appeared in front of him, courtesy of Jack. A quick shrug and his tuxedo jacket was off his shoulders and on the hanger. He passed it to Jack who hung it in the closet next to his own.
The white shirt, now open at the neck, accented Jack’s tan skin. A sprinkling of chest hair, peppered with grey showed in the vee. The satin stripe down the side of the pants emphasized the length of Jack’s legs. Maybe it was part of the whole uniform kink that Daniel had, but there was something about Jack in formal clothes that made his heart beat faster.
Daniel’s erection, which had ebbed on the walk to the room, was resurging.
“I’ll tell you what there’s always room for.” Vala’s voice was sultry, her expression wicked, as she slinked across the room to stand a hand’s width from the men. “There’s always room for a Daniel sandwich.”
Many hands make light work. The old adage ran through Daniel’s mind as deft fingers unclothed him. From behind him, Jack’s broad palms slipped down Daniel’s hips, pushing pants and briefs both down at once. In front of him, Vala’s nimble fingers made quick work of the studs which fastened his shirt. His own fingertips mumbled over Vala’s bodice, enjoying the feel of the warmth transferred from her body to the supple leather. Daniel leaned back against Jack, tilting his head to give Jack’s mouth better access to his neck. Vala swept his shirt down his arms, baring his chest.
“Ooooh, yeaaaah,” moaned Daniel as Vala slowly dropped to her knees before him.
No cake, not even coffee walnut cake with mocha butter cream icing, could ever compare to a sandwich like this.
ETA: there is now a fourth part courtesy of cleothemuse who wrote Bedtime Snack
Only in my case, jd_junkie is right up there with sidlj. See,
sidlj wrote this lovely little comment fic called Fork In The Road which is a Jack/Daniel/Vala get hitched double drabble.
jd_junkie expanded on that theme with a glimpse of the reception in Let There Be Cake.
So, here's part three of this impromptu round robin.
Jack was first to reach the door to the honeymoon suite, but Daniel was the first to have his card key ready. He passed it to Jack who opened the door then held it as Daniel let Vala enter before him. The taste of the lemon drizzle icing he’d swiped from their wedding cake as they left the reception was fading. Kicking off his patent leather dress shoes, Daniel tugged off his bow tie and dropped it on the bureau. Behind him, he heard Jack bolt the door then move into the room. With a silken whisper a second bow tie landed on the bureau. Matching cumberbunds and two pairs of cufflinks soon joined the pile.
Vala took a moment to check the label on the champagne chilling in the ice stand. There was a faint ting as her wedding ring hit the neck of the bottle. Three champagne flutes were on the table, their stems adorned in red satin ribbons to match the huge bouquet of roses. The bottle was replaced in its nest of ice. Vala’s bridal outfit, with its form fitting leather bodice and rich brocade gown in shades of brown and gold, was unconventional but suited her perfectly.
“You did tell them to save us some cake, didn’t you Jack darling?” Vala licked her lips as though recalling the flavor of the chocolate icing she had eaten and that Jack had licked off her fingers.
Daniel hoped Jack had, because he was very much looking forward to the coffee walnut cake he had chosen.
“Yep. Though after the way you hit the buffet, I’m surprised you have room for anything more.” Amusement tinged Jack’s voice.
Daniel heard the closet door open and the tinny jangle of the hangers then one appeared in front of him, courtesy of Jack. A quick shrug and his tuxedo jacket was off his shoulders and on the hanger. He passed it to Jack who hung it in the closet next to his own.
The white shirt, now open at the neck, accented Jack’s tan skin. A sprinkling of chest hair, peppered with grey showed in the vee. The satin stripe down the side of the pants emphasized the length of Jack’s legs. Maybe it was part of the whole uniform kink that Daniel had, but there was something about Jack in formal clothes that made his heart beat faster.
Daniel’s erection, which had ebbed on the walk to the room, was resurging.
“I’ll tell you what there’s always room for.” Vala’s voice was sultry, her expression wicked, as she slinked across the room to stand a hand’s width from the men. “There’s always room for a Daniel sandwich.”
Many hands make light work. The old adage ran through Daniel’s mind as deft fingers unclothed him. From behind him, Jack’s broad palms slipped down Daniel’s hips, pushing pants and briefs both down at once. In front of him, Vala’s nimble fingers made quick work of the studs which fastened his shirt. His own fingertips mumbled over Vala’s bodice, enjoying the feel of the warmth transferred from her body to the supple leather. Daniel leaned back against Jack, tilting his head to give Jack’s mouth better access to his neck. Vala swept his shirt down his arms, baring his chest.
“Ooooh, yeaaaah,” moaned Daniel as Vala slowly dropped to her knees before him.
No cake, not even coffee walnut cake with mocha butter cream icing, could ever compare to a sandwich like this.
ETA: there is now a fourth part courtesy of cleothemuse who wrote Bedtime Snack