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jd_ficathon! Check out the master post here. I recced four fics from the ficathon last month, and have four more recs for this month--which still just scratches the surface.
Rec Category: Jack/Daniel
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Category: slash
Warning: sex
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karitawyr
Author's Website: LJ fic tag
Link: Existentialism and Peach Pie
Why This Must Be Read: This is a season 7 fic that that shows Daniel dealing with his descension with Jack's supportive presence and banter. Lots and lots of banter. The fic includes some nice insights on Daniel's character and on his descension, but mostly I adore it for the lovely Jack and Daniel friendship that develops into a very hot more.
Excerpt:
"And speaking of scars, and since you’re in a sharing mood, can I finally see your appendix scar?"
Daniel stared open-mouthed at Jack, then the clouds passed from his eyes. "Sure. Why not?"
"’Bout time." Jack said. The result of his request was unexpected, but certainly not unwelcome. He bounced on his toes while Daniel eased the elastic waistband of his pajama bottoms down on the right side far enough to reveal the old scar.
"I never knew why you kept asking to see this thing."
"Because I knew it would annoy you for me to keep asking."
Jack leaned in for a closer look at the small scar, faded by the passing of time. He noticed Daniel didn’t have a tan line. Was that the Ancients’ doing, too? Oma was a sly ol’ gal. "Hmm, it’s so small."
Daniel chuckled, struggling to sound affronted, he said, "Jack, never plant your face close to another man’s, uh, groin and say ‘it’s so small.’ Some guys might take offense."
"What? Oh shit." Jack stood up blushing and stammering. "Sorry. I’m sure it’s not. Small, I mean. I was complimenting Fraiser’s handiwork."
"I know. It’s nice to see unflappable Jack get…"
"Flapped?" Jack finished, adding some arm flutters and a butt wiggle.
"Definitely." Daniel resettled the waistband of his pajamas.
"Do you think we solved anything here?" Jack asked.
"I think so," Daniel answered with an enigmatic smile.
jd_ficathon! Check out the master post here. I recced four fics from the ficathon last month, and have four more recs for this month--which still just scratches the surface. Rec Category: Jack/Daniel
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Category: slash
Warning: sex
Author on LJ:
karitawyrAuthor's Website: LJ fic tag
Link: Existentialism and Peach Pie
Why This Must Be Read: This is a season 7 fic that that shows Daniel dealing with his descension with Jack's supportive presence and banter. Lots and lots of banter. The fic includes some nice insights on Daniel's character and on his descension, but mostly I adore it for the lovely Jack and Daniel friendship that develops into a very hot more.
Excerpt:
"And speaking of scars, and since you’re in a sharing mood, can I finally see your appendix scar?"
Daniel stared open-mouthed at Jack, then the clouds passed from his eyes. "Sure. Why not?"
"’Bout time." Jack said. The result of his request was unexpected, but certainly not unwelcome. He bounced on his toes while Daniel eased the elastic waistband of his pajama bottoms down on the right side far enough to reveal the old scar.
"I never knew why you kept asking to see this thing."
"Because I knew it would annoy you for me to keep asking."
Jack leaned in for a closer look at the small scar, faded by the passing of time. He noticed Daniel didn’t have a tan line. Was that the Ancients’ doing, too? Oma was a sly ol’ gal. "Hmm, it’s so small."
Daniel chuckled, struggling to sound affronted, he said, "Jack, never plant your face close to another man’s, uh, groin and say ‘it’s so small.’ Some guys might take offense."
"What? Oh shit." Jack stood up blushing and stammering. "Sorry. I’m sure it’s not. Small, I mean. I was complimenting Fraiser’s handiwork."
"I know. It’s nice to see unflappable Jack get…"
"Flapped?" Jack finished, adding some arm flutters and a butt wiggle.
"Definitely." Daniel resettled the waistband of his pajamas.
"Do you think we solved anything here?" Jack asked.
"I think so," Daniel answered with an enigmatic smile.
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