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stargateficrecShow: SG1
Rec Category: Jack/Daniel
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson
Pairings: Daniel/Jack
Categories: Hurt/comfort, slash, first time
Warnings:
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alynt
Author's Website: BrothersInArms
Link: Not Such A Bad Day After All
Why This Must Be Read:I have to admit I have a distinct liking for slash fics that combine a nice smidgeon of hurt/comfort. Kind of combines my two favorite things. This is a sweet story that shows us a different side of Jack. The guy who's not so confident of himself when it comes to his feelings about Daniel.
Daniel stared at a moment, looking suspicious. "What is it?"
Jack shrugged. "How should I know. Whatever passes for bear here, I’m thinking." He shook his head impatiently. "Who cares. It’ll get you warm." He tossed the fur onto the ground and then crouched down, reaching for Daniel’s shirt. "Let’s get those wet clothes off. You’re bordering on hypothermia. We’ll spend what’s left of the afternoon here, get your clothes dry and head for the Gate as soon as it’s dark."
Daniel flinched away from Jack’s touch as if shot. "Take my clothes off?" he asked, his voice just a little high-pitched. His uninjured hand grabbed for the opening of his shirt and clung to it as though it was a lifeline.
Jack nodded and batted Daniel’s hand away. "You’re too cold. You need to strip off and get under the fur till your clothes are dry."
"How are they gonna dry?"
Jack rolled his eyes. "Well, we’re not building a fire. It’s pretty warm in here. We’ll spread ‘em out on a rock and even if they’re still a little damp when you put them back on, you’ll be warm by then, so hopefully you won’t catch your death –"
"You don’t catch cold from being cold," Daniel lectured soberly.
"No one else, maybe, but you, I’m not so sure of." Jack sighed. "C’mon, Daniel, I’ve seen you naked before –"
"When?"
"Lotsa times. Now… give!" Jack pulled and was rewarded with a popping sound and the sight of two buttons flying off and dropping to the ground.
"Well, thanks," Daniel said, sounding aggrieved.
"I’ll buy you a new shirt when we get home. Pants next, and your boxers." Daniel glared at him but the effect was lost when a massive shudder shook him from head to foot. "Oh, all right." Shuffling forward, he got himself under the fur, then with clumsy contortions, kicked off his boots and socks, followed by his pants and shorts.
Jack tried to hide a smile. The next part should be interesting. Quickly, he stripped off his own shirt, boots and pants, leaving on his socks and shorts. If anyone came calling in the next couple of hours, one of them had to be reasonably ready. Grabbing Daniel’s clothes, he draped them over the nearest boulder then walked over and crouched down beside Daniel.
"Jack?"
Rec Category: Jack/Daniel
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson
Pairings: Daniel/Jack
Categories: Hurt/comfort, slash, first time
Warnings:
Author on LJ:
alyntAuthor's Website: BrothersInArms
Link: Not Such A Bad Day After All
Why This Must Be Read:I have to admit I have a distinct liking for slash fics that combine a nice smidgeon of hurt/comfort. Kind of combines my two favorite things. This is a sweet story that shows us a different side of Jack. The guy who's not so confident of himself when it comes to his feelings about Daniel.
Daniel stared at a moment, looking suspicious. "What is it?"
Jack shrugged. "How should I know. Whatever passes for bear here, I’m thinking." He shook his head impatiently. "Who cares. It’ll get you warm." He tossed the fur onto the ground and then crouched down, reaching for Daniel’s shirt. "Let’s get those wet clothes off. You’re bordering on hypothermia. We’ll spend what’s left of the afternoon here, get your clothes dry and head for the Gate as soon as it’s dark."
Daniel flinched away from Jack’s touch as if shot. "Take my clothes off?" he asked, his voice just a little high-pitched. His uninjured hand grabbed for the opening of his shirt and clung to it as though it was a lifeline.
Jack nodded and batted Daniel’s hand away. "You’re too cold. You need to strip off and get under the fur till your clothes are dry."
"How are they gonna dry?"
Jack rolled his eyes. "Well, we’re not building a fire. It’s pretty warm in here. We’ll spread ‘em out on a rock and even if they’re still a little damp when you put them back on, you’ll be warm by then, so hopefully you won’t catch your death –"
"You don’t catch cold from being cold," Daniel lectured soberly.
"No one else, maybe, but you, I’m not so sure of." Jack sighed. "C’mon, Daniel, I’ve seen you naked before –"
"When?"
"Lotsa times. Now… give!" Jack pulled and was rewarded with a popping sound and the sight of two buttons flying off and dropping to the ground.
"Well, thanks," Daniel said, sounding aggrieved.
"I’ll buy you a new shirt when we get home. Pants next, and your boxers." Daniel glared at him but the effect was lost when a massive shudder shook him from head to foot. "Oh, all right." Shuffling forward, he got himself under the fur, then with clumsy contortions, kicked off his boots and socks, followed by his pants and shorts.
Jack tried to hide a smile. The next part should be interesting. Quickly, he stripped off his own shirt, boots and pants, leaving on his socks and shorts. If anyone came calling in the next couple of hours, one of them had to be reasonably ready. Grabbing Daniel’s clothes, he draped them over the nearest boulder then walked over and crouched down beside Daniel.
"Jack?"
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