Silk by Mary Jane (NC-17)
Jul. 21st, 2006 01:47 pmRec Category: BDSM/Non-con
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Category: Slash, BDSM/Non-con, Angst
Warning: Slash, Sex, Bondage, Language
Author on LJ: n/a
Author's Website: http://www.geocities.com/honnaleed/
Link: http://www.geocities.com/honnaleed/silk.html
Why This Must Be Read: Mary Jane's Willemakee has already been recced on this site. This is the only other SG-1 story she's ever written, much to the sadness of fans of Jack/Daniel and of brilliant writing. The bondage here was intended to avoid emotional pain, and fails spectacularly. An angsty look at how the guys were fooling themselves.
Excerpt:
It had been Daniel's idea. Daniel's fault.
Daniel's fingers, long and quick, knotting silk tight over Jack's eyes; Daniel's fingers repeating, repeating, making knots sure as a sailor's.
Daniel's idea. Daniel's voice, saying, "If they asked," and the warm weight of him belts Jack's hips, "There would be nothing for you to tell."
His lips press the damp of Jack's blindfold. "You saw nothing."
The cords that bind Jack's wrists, keep them up, away, are the kindest bonds he's ever known.
"Your hands," Daniel says, "Reached for nothing." And when Daniel's mouth is there, tracing Jack's captive fingertips, Jack shakes, and twists, and doesn't reach.
"Your mouth," Daniel says, and Jack shakes again, even before there's warm moist pressure-heat where his lips bulge, split and silenced by silk.
"You said," Daniel says, carefully, teeth and tongue over Jack's lip, "nothing."
Jack wants to say: "No. No, Daniel. Not like this."
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Category: Slash, BDSM/Non-con, Angst
Warning: Slash, Sex, Bondage, Language
Author on LJ: n/a
Author's Website: http://www.geocities.com/honnaleed/
Link: http://www.geocities.com/honnaleed/silk.html
Why This Must Be Read: Mary Jane's Willemakee has already been recced on this site. This is the only other SG-1 story she's ever written, much to the sadness of fans of Jack/Daniel and of brilliant writing. The bondage here was intended to avoid emotional pain, and fails spectacularly. An angsty look at how the guys were fooling themselves.
Excerpt:
It had been Daniel's idea. Daniel's fault.
Daniel's fingers, long and quick, knotting silk tight over Jack's eyes; Daniel's fingers repeating, repeating, making knots sure as a sailor's.
Daniel's idea. Daniel's voice, saying, "If they asked," and the warm weight of him belts Jack's hips, "There would be nothing for you to tell."
His lips press the damp of Jack's blindfold. "You saw nothing."
The cords that bind Jack's wrists, keep them up, away, are the kindest bonds he's ever known.
"Your hands," Daniel says, "Reached for nothing." And when Daniel's mouth is there, tracing Jack's captive fingertips, Jack shakes, and twists, and doesn't reach.
"Your mouth," Daniel says, and Jack shakes again, even before there's warm moist pressure-heat where his lips bulge, split and silenced by silk.
"You said," Daniel says, carefully, teeth and tongue over Jack's lip, "nothing."
Jack wants to say: "No. No, Daniel. Not like this."