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stargateficrecShow: Stargate SG-1
Rec Category: Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill
Pairing: Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson
Het/Slash/Gen: slash
Warning: none
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thegrrrl2002
Author's Website: The Grrrl at SlashCity thegrrrl2002 at AoOO
Link: Reason #435 Why Offworld Sex is Not a Good Idea and Reason #436
Why This Must Be Read: For my 50th Jack/Daniel rec at stargateficrec (!), I wanted to pull out an oldie but a goodie. All I have to do is look at the title of this two-part ficlet to start cracking up. I mean, yes, it's hot. In fact, it's pretty much PWP—sexy thoughts, and arousal, and, as the title indicates, ill-advised but irresistible action. The author describes it as: Totally pervy, gratuitous smut.. (Very good smut, I'll add.)
But this is, after all, a universe that contains quantum mirrors, and in typicalKeystone Cops SG-1 fashion, there's plenty of humor as well. I am utterly jealous The Grrrl thought of this situation before I did, but her rendition of it is so perfect, it can't be topped.
Excerpt:
Jack likes to wake Daniel up. He's amused by it, by the way Daniel mutters and grunts at him. He likes even better when those grunts turn into moans, with a little "oh, god, oh Jack," on the side.
But not here, of course, because they're offworld, and Daniel is sleeping in the same large chamber with Teal'c and Sam. Jack thinks about it though, as he walks along the glassy, reflective walls. Daniel, with his eyes closed, his mouth open, letting out sounds of pure pleasure. Jack's cock thickens at the thought of a slow, sleepy fuck, the kind of lovemaking that feels as though it should go on for hours.
"Right," he says quietly. They still have a week's worth of work to do here. There's no sense getting all worked up. He slings the P-90 over his shoulder and enters one of the connecting corridors, peering into empty rooms. At least he's no longer startled when he catches his reflection in the semidarkness. The temple is full of mirrored surfaces, which fascinates Daniel but makes Jack uneasy.
He hears something. It's very faint, a mere scuffle—could be feet on the tile floor. He freezes, head cocked, listening. Definitely footsteps. He swings the P-90 into position, but he already recognizes the cadence of the steps.
"Jack?" A soft voice comes out of the darkness.
"Hello, Daniel," Jack responds, lowering his gun. A familiar figure approaches him, a silhouette with broad shoulders, slim hips, ruffled hair. Daniel has decided to be an early bird, after all.
"Jack, I—" is all Daniel can get out before Jack gives into temptation and flattens him against the wall with a kiss.
Rec Category: Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill
Pairing: Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson
Het/Slash/Gen: slash
Warning: none
Author on LJ:
thegrrrl2002Author's Website: The Grrrl at SlashCity thegrrrl2002 at AoOO
Link: Reason #435 Why Offworld Sex is Not a Good Idea and Reason #436
Why This Must Be Read: For my 50th Jack/Daniel rec at stargateficrec (!), I wanted to pull out an oldie but a goodie. All I have to do is look at the title of this two-part ficlet to start cracking up. I mean, yes, it's hot. In fact, it's pretty much PWP—sexy thoughts, and arousal, and, as the title indicates, ill-advised but irresistible action. The author describes it as: Totally pervy, gratuitous smut.. (Very good smut, I'll add.)
But this is, after all, a universe that contains quantum mirrors, and in typical
Excerpt:
Jack likes to wake Daniel up. He's amused by it, by the way Daniel mutters and grunts at him. He likes even better when those grunts turn into moans, with a little "oh, god, oh Jack," on the side.
But not here, of course, because they're offworld, and Daniel is sleeping in the same large chamber with Teal'c and Sam. Jack thinks about it though, as he walks along the glassy, reflective walls. Daniel, with his eyes closed, his mouth open, letting out sounds of pure pleasure. Jack's cock thickens at the thought of a slow, sleepy fuck, the kind of lovemaking that feels as though it should go on for hours.
"Right," he says quietly. They still have a week's worth of work to do here. There's no sense getting all worked up. He slings the P-90 over his shoulder and enters one of the connecting corridors, peering into empty rooms. At least he's no longer startled when he catches his reflection in the semidarkness. The temple is full of mirrored surfaces, which fascinates Daniel but makes Jack uneasy.
He hears something. It's very faint, a mere scuffle—could be feet on the tile floor. He freezes, head cocked, listening. Definitely footsteps. He swings the P-90 into position, but he already recognizes the cadence of the steps.
"Jack?" A soft voice comes out of the darkness.
"Hello, Daniel," Jack responds, lowering his gun. A familiar figure approaches him, a silhouette with broad shoulders, slim hips, ruffled hair. Daniel has decided to be an early bird, after all.
"Jack, I—" is all Daniel can get out before Jack gives into temptation and flattens him against the wall with a kiss.
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Date: 2010-07-22 04:44 pm (UTC)