In celebration of being back...
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catspaw... some unbetaed smut. Pure fluff but really, who cares?
Mister Motivator
He could hear Daniel rustling around in the darkness - couldn't see a blamed thing though, there was no light in the tent whatsoever now that the moons had set. In the chilly pre-dawn silence, every sound seemed magnified a thousand fold. Outside, the banked-down fire popped and creaked as the logs burnt through and settled; every so often he could hear the swish of Carter's boots through the grass as she prowled around, until eventually that too stopped. He could picture her in his mind's eye, settling down next to the fire, maybe pouring coffee from the ever-present pot to see her through to the end of her watch - yes, that was the metallic snick of the pot he heard clipping the edge of a tin mug.
So what the hell was Daniel up to?
"Hey! Daniel! What the hell are you doing?"
No answer, other than a quiet, "Sshhh."
"Are you gonna settle down any time soon? What are you doing awake at this time anyway?"
This time he did get a quiet response. "Looking for something."
"Looking for something? Daniel, it's pitch black in here, how the fuck you expect to find anything beats me. Settle back down again for crying out loud and get some more sleep." It was frustrating that he had to whisper, it didn't convey quite the right sense of command.
"I'll find it, don't worry." A small grunt of satisfaction came from somewhere to his left. "Gotcha."
Jack levered himself up on one elbow and twisted his neck in the general direction of the sound, peering through the darkness. He really couldn't see squat.
"Does that mean you're done with the rustling around?"
"Uh huh." A little more rustling, and Daniel was stretched out beside him on the ground. Very close beside him. Extremely close beside him. Close enough for him to be able to smell the faintly musky, unwashed scent of him. Close enough to get him rattled. Because a three-days-since-his-last-wash Daniel smelled more appealing than he had any right to, a rich, earthy, masculine smell. A smell to get the taste buds sizzling and the groin tingling.
"Aht! Daniel, we've got a whole tent y‘know. Not exactly a football pitch here, but not so small that you have to lie on top of me.”
He could hear a definite smile in the voice. “Maybe I want to lie on top of you.”
“Are you nuts? Carter’s just outside! No fair, Daniel, you can’t go round saying stuff like that when we can’t do anything about it.”
The zip on his sleeping bag inched down, tooth by tooth, in virtually complete silence. Jack was torn between grabbing the hand doing the inching and the need for quiet because he sure as hell didn't want to alert the other two: propped up on one elbow as he was, he couldn’t achieve both in anything like the time scale he‘d prefer.
“I can do something about it.” A quiet huff of a chuckle. “I’m doing something about it right now.”
Jack laid himself back down carefully just as the zip reached waist level. Before he could do anything more, a hand snaked into the bag and cupped his groin, rolling and squeezing with a maddening non-rhythm, tricking his hips into jerking forward of their own accord. He bit back the groan that was threatening to erupt, exhaled a long breath through his nose.
“Sshhh.” It was the merest thread of sound as a hand clamped briefly down over his mouth. “You’ll have to be quiet. Can you do that for me? Can you make absolutely no noise at all?”
Jack’s breathing was becoming a little ragged as Daniel’s hand settled down into something approaching a regular tempo. Damn, this was stupid and risky -- and hot -- and so typically Daniel. “I’m not too sure about that.”
He could see the grin on Daniel’s face as clearly as if he had his flashlight on him.
“Call it a skills test. Call on your Special Ops training to see you through. And lie back and let me do this, will you? I want to jerk you off, right here, right now. I want to feel you and smell you and taste your come in my mouth when I clean you off afterwards. And then, when the sun comes up, we‘re going to get out of this tent as if nothing has happened - but I‘m going to spend the whole day knowing that you‘re wearing my spit on your cock and you‘re going to spend it knowing I‘m tasting your come in my mouth. Then tonight, when we get home --”
“Okay, okay,” Jack whispered roughly, “I get it, okay? Tonight, when we get home, I‘m gonna ride you hard and put you away wet. Now you sshhh.”
“Yeah. You got it.”
The sleeping bag was pulled back, Jack’s shorts were hooked down and fingertips danced along the length of his dick, one long, slow stoke from root to tip following another as his dick strained towards the contact. Dear God, Daniel was trying to kill him here. And the thing was, he didn’t really care. A guy had to die some time, right? And right now, this seemed like as good a way to go as any. Just so long as Daniel’s hand didn’t stop. Jack flung his forearm across his eyes and silently willed Daniel not to stop.
Jack could smell himself now, the rich, animal scent of his own arousal spiking in his nostrils as Daniel’s hand closed around him, cool and very slightly rough against his skin. Shit, Daniel had his gloves on, he could feel the seam between glove and fingers dragging over the underside of his dick, the contrast between the leather clad palm and the slightly callused fingertips feeling indescribably good as Daniel's hand worked him. He felt his balls tingle and tighten, felt a swell of sheer bliss slither up his spine in one undulating wave. How the hell Daniel knew what was happening in the pitch dark defied any logic Jack was capable of, but with one smooth motion he bent his head and took the head of Jack’s cock into his mouth just as Jack’s orgasm surged out of him, washing him with heat and beading him with sweat from the tips of his toes to the roots of his hair.
How he stayed quiet through that, he’d never know. He felt damned smug that he had though, as he pulled himself together to ask softly, “What about you?”
He got no answer, not a verbal one anyway. Daniel’s hand cupped the back of his head and urged him down, not gently, towards his open fly. And Jack found out for himself that doing this finding stuff in the dark thing wasn’t that difficult, not really. All it took was sufficient motivation. And the knowledge warmed him inside as he sucked Daniel off in the chilly pre-dawn quiet.
Mister Motivator
He could hear Daniel rustling around in the darkness - couldn't see a blamed thing though, there was no light in the tent whatsoever now that the moons had set. In the chilly pre-dawn silence, every sound seemed magnified a thousand fold. Outside, the banked-down fire popped and creaked as the logs burnt through and settled; every so often he could hear the swish of Carter's boots through the grass as she prowled around, until eventually that too stopped. He could picture her in his mind's eye, settling down next to the fire, maybe pouring coffee from the ever-present pot to see her through to the end of her watch - yes, that was the metallic snick of the pot he heard clipping the edge of a tin mug.
So what the hell was Daniel up to?
"Hey! Daniel! What the hell are you doing?"
No answer, other than a quiet, "Sshhh."
"Are you gonna settle down any time soon? What are you doing awake at this time anyway?"
This time he did get a quiet response. "Looking for something."
"Looking for something? Daniel, it's pitch black in here, how the fuck you expect to find anything beats me. Settle back down again for crying out loud and get some more sleep." It was frustrating that he had to whisper, it didn't convey quite the right sense of command.
"I'll find it, don't worry." A small grunt of satisfaction came from somewhere to his left. "Gotcha."
Jack levered himself up on one elbow and twisted his neck in the general direction of the sound, peering through the darkness. He really couldn't see squat.
"Does that mean you're done with the rustling around?"
"Uh huh." A little more rustling, and Daniel was stretched out beside him on the ground. Very close beside him. Extremely close beside him. Close enough for him to be able to smell the faintly musky, unwashed scent of him. Close enough to get him rattled. Because a three-days-since-his-last-wash Daniel smelled more appealing than he had any right to, a rich, earthy, masculine smell. A smell to get the taste buds sizzling and the groin tingling.
"Aht! Daniel, we've got a whole tent y‘know. Not exactly a football pitch here, but not so small that you have to lie on top of me.”
He could hear a definite smile in the voice. “Maybe I want to lie on top of you.”
“Are you nuts? Carter’s just outside! No fair, Daniel, you can’t go round saying stuff like that when we can’t do anything about it.”
The zip on his sleeping bag inched down, tooth by tooth, in virtually complete silence. Jack was torn between grabbing the hand doing the inching and the need for quiet because he sure as hell didn't want to alert the other two: propped up on one elbow as he was, he couldn’t achieve both in anything like the time scale he‘d prefer.
“I can do something about it.” A quiet huff of a chuckle. “I’m doing something about it right now.”
Jack laid himself back down carefully just as the zip reached waist level. Before he could do anything more, a hand snaked into the bag and cupped his groin, rolling and squeezing with a maddening non-rhythm, tricking his hips into jerking forward of their own accord. He bit back the groan that was threatening to erupt, exhaled a long breath through his nose.
“Sshhh.” It was the merest thread of sound as a hand clamped briefly down over his mouth. “You’ll have to be quiet. Can you do that for me? Can you make absolutely no noise at all?”
Jack’s breathing was becoming a little ragged as Daniel’s hand settled down into something approaching a regular tempo. Damn, this was stupid and risky -- and hot -- and so typically Daniel. “I’m not too sure about that.”
He could see the grin on Daniel’s face as clearly as if he had his flashlight on him.
“Call it a skills test. Call on your Special Ops training to see you through. And lie back and let me do this, will you? I want to jerk you off, right here, right now. I want to feel you and smell you and taste your come in my mouth when I clean you off afterwards. And then, when the sun comes up, we‘re going to get out of this tent as if nothing has happened - but I‘m going to spend the whole day knowing that you‘re wearing my spit on your cock and you‘re going to spend it knowing I‘m tasting your come in my mouth. Then tonight, when we get home --”
“Okay, okay,” Jack whispered roughly, “I get it, okay? Tonight, when we get home, I‘m gonna ride you hard and put you away wet. Now you sshhh.”
“Yeah. You got it.”
The sleeping bag was pulled back, Jack’s shorts were hooked down and fingertips danced along the length of his dick, one long, slow stoke from root to tip following another as his dick strained towards the contact. Dear God, Daniel was trying to kill him here. And the thing was, he didn’t really care. A guy had to die some time, right? And right now, this seemed like as good a way to go as any. Just so long as Daniel’s hand didn’t stop. Jack flung his forearm across his eyes and silently willed Daniel not to stop.
Jack could smell himself now, the rich, animal scent of his own arousal spiking in his nostrils as Daniel’s hand closed around him, cool and very slightly rough against his skin. Shit, Daniel had his gloves on, he could feel the seam between glove and fingers dragging over the underside of his dick, the contrast between the leather clad palm and the slightly callused fingertips feeling indescribably good as Daniel's hand worked him. He felt his balls tingle and tighten, felt a swell of sheer bliss slither up his spine in one undulating wave. How the hell Daniel knew what was happening in the pitch dark defied any logic Jack was capable of, but with one smooth motion he bent his head and took the head of Jack’s cock into his mouth just as Jack’s orgasm surged out of him, washing him with heat and beading him with sweat from the tips of his toes to the roots of his hair.
How he stayed quiet through that, he’d never know. He felt damned smug that he had though, as he pulled himself together to ask softly, “What about you?”
He got no answer, not a verbal one anyway. Daniel’s hand cupped the back of his head and urged him down, not gently, towards his open fly. And Jack found out for himself that doing this finding stuff in the dark thing wasn’t that difficult, not really. All it took was sufficient motivation. And the knowledge warmed him inside as he sucked Daniel off in the chilly pre-dawn quiet.
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Date: 2004-12-31 05:13 pm (UTC)::::headdesk::::
will make a good effort to put some up soon.
Have not been feeling the sg love lately.
But I have a few items near completion that may serve.
Thanks for the encouragement.
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Date: 2004-12-31 07:33 pm (UTC)Rapid response!
Date: 2004-12-30 04:25 pm (UTC)Happy New Year!
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Date: 2004-12-31 06:41 am (UTC)And thanks! Glad you enjoyed this little bit of
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Date: 2004-12-30 06:40 pm (UTC)The zip on his sleeping bag inched down, tooth by tooth, in virtually complete silence.
Oooooh, naughty, naughty Daniel. My favorite kind. This was fabulous, cats. Steamy hot and yet kind of sweet.
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Date: 2004-12-31 06:46 am (UTC)::goes to happy place::
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Date: 2004-12-31 09:09 pm (UTC)Or red wine and chocolates. I'm game for either. *g*
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Date: 2004-12-31 06:49 am (UTC)Glad you liked, sweetie :-) Thank you!
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Date: 2004-12-31 07:03 am (UTC)The glove was a *very* nice touch.
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Date: 2004-12-31 07:30 pm (UTC)Thanks, m'dear :-)
Oh Happy New Year
Date: 2005-01-01 06:14 pm (UTC)Please, Mistress...may we have some more?
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Date: 2005-01-04 06:33 am (UTC)Thank you, Flo :-) I shall have words with my bunny rancher and see if she can't pick me another nice fat one.
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