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I'm just going to keep spamming in 400 word instalments until Daniel relents.
Indulgence fic warning applies...
Previous parts are here
Can't Take the Heat
Part Five
I have to breathe in and out twice before I can trust myself to answer and he bites me, nose nuzzling my balls as they contract, teeth nipping skin I've never seen, high and hidden. I hear myself whine out a protest and he licks away the sting and gets up.
"I need a condom."
"Left side of the bed, top drawer. But you don't have to --"
"Yes, I do."
Flat voice, giving me nothing, taking everything. I start to move and his hand smacks down beside mine, the sound hard and sharp. I can taste lemon and salt and cold and I can't breathe.
"Stay still. Move and I won't do this."
I want to ask him why he thinks I'd care now, but he goes around to the other side of the counter and leans on it in a perfect match to my own position, forearms flat, fingers spread. I focus on a smear across one lens of his glasses, half a fingerprint, smudged and imperfect and then slip past that to the waiting blue behind.
He leans in and kisses my mouth and it's too late, too soon, for kisses but I can't stop him and I don't turn away. I want to know how he'll do this. He closes his eyes and loses me again, shutting me out of what he's feeling, coaxing my lips open for his tongue to slip inside, pulling back a little when I copy him. He kisses me for a while, nothing touching but our mouths, moving in slow slides and rubs and then he draws back and says, "Don't move," again and I close my wet-damp mouth and nod sullenly.
His eyes narrow and he pinches up some of the spilled sugar and sprinkles it across the back of my knuckles.
Oh, nice, Daniel. Very fucking trusting.
He walks away without looking back, the tail of his --my-- shirt not quite covering his ass.
He's not gone long, and I know that because I'm counting silently to distract myself. I start thinking about what I look like, bare-assed and bent over, or the painful stretch of muscles down the back of my legs, and I'm going to move.
No thinking.
Daniel's doing enough of that for both of us.
He comes back and licks the sugar off my hands, leaning on his folded arms, taking his time.
Indulgence fic warning applies...
Previous parts are here
Can't Take the Heat
Part Five
I have to breathe in and out twice before I can trust myself to answer and he bites me, nose nuzzling my balls as they contract, teeth nipping skin I've never seen, high and hidden. I hear myself whine out a protest and he licks away the sting and gets up.
"I need a condom."
"Left side of the bed, top drawer. But you don't have to --"
"Yes, I do."
Flat voice, giving me nothing, taking everything. I start to move and his hand smacks down beside mine, the sound hard and sharp. I can taste lemon and salt and cold and I can't breathe.
"Stay still. Move and I won't do this."
I want to ask him why he thinks I'd care now, but he goes around to the other side of the counter and leans on it in a perfect match to my own position, forearms flat, fingers spread. I focus on a smear across one lens of his glasses, half a fingerprint, smudged and imperfect and then slip past that to the waiting blue behind.
He leans in and kisses my mouth and it's too late, too soon, for kisses but I can't stop him and I don't turn away. I want to know how he'll do this. He closes his eyes and loses me again, shutting me out of what he's feeling, coaxing my lips open for his tongue to slip inside, pulling back a little when I copy him. He kisses me for a while, nothing touching but our mouths, moving in slow slides and rubs and then he draws back and says, "Don't move," again and I close my wet-damp mouth and nod sullenly.
His eyes narrow and he pinches up some of the spilled sugar and sprinkles it across the back of my knuckles.
Oh, nice, Daniel. Very fucking trusting.
He walks away without looking back, the tail of his --my-- shirt not quite covering his ass.
He's not gone long, and I know that because I'm counting silently to distract myself. I start thinking about what I look like, bare-assed and bent over, or the painful stretch of muscles down the back of my legs, and I'm going to move.
No thinking.
Daniel's doing enough of that for both of us.
He comes back and licks the sugar off my hands, leaning on his folded arms, taking his time.
Tags:
- fic,
- jack/daniel,
- sg-1,
- slash