J/D Slash Fic: Retrospect
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superbadgirlTitle: Retrospect
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superbadgirl (Carrie)
Season/spoiler: 7
Series: Story eleven from Snapshots
Rating: R
Summary: Making sure things are real.
Disclaimer: Not mine, as much as I want them. In fact I own nothing, so if Sony, SciFi and anyone else who's got their mitts on these guys wants to sue me, they won't get any satisfaction from it.
Retrospect
~~*~~
Daniel always waited until Jack was sleeping, though he had no idea why. He felt a little foolish, perhaps, for needing this so often. The sheet was wrapped around Jack’s waist, tangled slightly among his long legs. Daniel pushed at it gently, until all of Jack was exposed. He couldn’t really see very much in the dark of night, not with his eyes.
He had to be gentle with his hands, barely touching skin. He traced his fingers across Jack’s face carefully and moved down. The pattern was always the same, night after night. Face, neck, arms, down to feet and then back up. Sometimes he touched, other times he had enough moonlight to just look. Daniel jostled a little, burying his hand between his own torso and the bed. He left it there long enough for his fingers to warm.
He put his hand over Jack’s cock. Tonight he might just want more. Daniel curled his fingers first into the coarse hair and then around soft flesh. He massaged gently, motion barely there. Jack’s body responded even in slumber and Daniel smiled. He watched Jack’s face as he continued to lightly stroke, seeing small facial ticks and a slight upturning of lips. In the hazy dark, he saw Jack’s eyes open a slit.
“Whatcha doing?” Jack murmured.
Daniel let go of Jack’s cock, moving his had until it rested on a hipbone. He pulled them a little closer together.
“Just thinking about how I might have had you so much sooner.”
He leaned over and swiped his tongue across Jack’s lips. Jack opened up to him, tasting of stale toothpaste and lingering garlic from dinner. Daniel didn’t care. He delved deeper, but kept the kiss gentle.
“Mmm,” Jack said into his mouth.
Daniel pulled away and looked into sleepy eyes. He licked his lips and moved his hand back where it had been, wrapping his fingers delicately around Jack again. His own cock ached. He slid his other hand down and grasped himself, but Jack roused and pushed him on his back. With movements far more hurried than his own lazy strokes had been, Jack surged onto him, creating deep friction.
“And what’re you doing?” Daniel hissed as Jack bent toward him.
“Thinking I’m damn glad I have you now.”
Not to bias this, but it's my least favorite. ;)
Author:
superbadgirl (Carrie)Season/spoiler: 7
Series: Story eleven from Snapshots
Rating: R
Summary: Making sure things are real.
Disclaimer: Not mine, as much as I want them. In fact I own nothing, so if Sony, SciFi and anyone else who's got their mitts on these guys wants to sue me, they won't get any satisfaction from it.
Retrospect
~~*~~
Daniel always waited until Jack was sleeping, though he had no idea why. He felt a little foolish, perhaps, for needing this so often. The sheet was wrapped around Jack’s waist, tangled slightly among his long legs. Daniel pushed at it gently, until all of Jack was exposed. He couldn’t really see very much in the dark of night, not with his eyes.
He had to be gentle with his hands, barely touching skin. He traced his fingers across Jack’s face carefully and moved down. The pattern was always the same, night after night. Face, neck, arms, down to feet and then back up. Sometimes he touched, other times he had enough moonlight to just look. Daniel jostled a little, burying his hand between his own torso and the bed. He left it there long enough for his fingers to warm.
He put his hand over Jack’s cock. Tonight he might just want more. Daniel curled his fingers first into the coarse hair and then around soft flesh. He massaged gently, motion barely there. Jack’s body responded even in slumber and Daniel smiled. He watched Jack’s face as he continued to lightly stroke, seeing small facial ticks and a slight upturning of lips. In the hazy dark, he saw Jack’s eyes open a slit.
“Whatcha doing?” Jack murmured.
Daniel let go of Jack’s cock, moving his had until it rested on a hipbone. He pulled them a little closer together.
“Just thinking about how I might have had you so much sooner.”
He leaned over and swiped his tongue across Jack’s lips. Jack opened up to him, tasting of stale toothpaste and lingering garlic from dinner. Daniel didn’t care. He delved deeper, but kept the kiss gentle.
“Mmm,” Jack said into his mouth.
Daniel pulled away and looked into sleepy eyes. He licked his lips and moved his hand back where it had been, wrapping his fingers delicately around Jack again. His own cock ached. He slid his other hand down and grasped himself, but Jack roused and pushed him on his back. With movements far more hurried than his own lazy strokes had been, Jack surged onto him, creating deep friction.
“And what’re you doing?” Daniel hissed as Jack bent toward him.
“Thinking I’m damn glad I have you now.”
Not to bias this, but it's my least favorite. ;)
