SG-1 Snippet - Screening - J/D (NC-17)
Title: Screening
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Contains: graphic sexual discussion
Spoilers: general for S9
Word Count: 476
A/N: Response to sunnyluvsmcshep's answering machine challenge. I gave myself an hour to write it, figuring if I tried to do anything longer, I'd get too bogged down. Oh well, here it is.
“You’ve reached Jack O’Neill. Please leave a message after the tone.”
I stumble out of the bathroom, still toweling off as I hear my answering machine pick up. Screening my calls has become modus operandi in the past couple of months; I’m sick to death of all these political types calling my house asking for budget numbers and arranged tours of the SGC and who the fuck knows what else.
The answering machine beeps and a message begins to record.
“Hey Jack, it’s me.” I smile and cross the room. It’s Daniel calling. “So my flight should be getting into the airport ’round 1530 Tuesday. I’ve got the rest of Tuesday free, but then the Pentagon budget meetings are the next two days. But Friday’s free as well, so…”
He gets all that out even before I get to the phone, talking a mile a minute as usual. I’m about to pick up the receiver when he continues.
“Shit, Jack, I can’t wait to get there. It’s been too long; I want you so fucking much. You’ll pick me up from the airport and everyone will just think you’re letting a buddy stay over while he’s in town. But fuck, Jack, I’ll be pushing you up against the door the minute we get inside your house. I’m gonna kiss the shit out of you, kiss you so hard…”
Holy crap, it’s going to be one of those calls, the kind that get me so hard and desperate for him. My hand hovers over the phone. I want to pick it up and make this a two-way thing, but God, I want to hear how this is gonna play out…
“I’m gonna tear your clothes off, Jack; I want you so bad. Gonna go down on my knees, suck your cock, take it as far in my mouth as I can.”
My dick’s stood up and taken notice. Daniel talking dirty has always been a major turn-on for me, and this time is no exception. Christ, I wish he was here, in my arms, in my bed…
“Then, when you’re so hard you’re leaking, I’ll flip you around and fuck you with my tongue, gonna open you up that way, get your hole all slick with my spit…”
He’s breathing hard now, and fuck, I know that tone of voice; he’s jerking off while talking to my answering machine!
“But I’m not gonna let you cum yet, Jack. You won’t cum ’til I’ve got my dick in that tight ass of yours. I’m gonna lube up my cock and slide it into you…so fucking hot…”
Okay, I’ve had enough torture. I finally pick up the phone and hold it to my ear.
“Daniel!”
“Hello Jack,” he sounds smug, “I knew that’d get you to pick up the phone.”
“That’s the last time I ever screen my calls.”
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Contains: graphic sexual discussion
Spoilers: general for S9
Word Count: 476
A/N: Response to sunnyluvsmcshep's answering machine challenge. I gave myself an hour to write it, figuring if I tried to do anything longer, I'd get too bogged down. Oh well, here it is.
“You’ve reached Jack O’Neill. Please leave a message after the tone.”
I stumble out of the bathroom, still toweling off as I hear my answering machine pick up. Screening my calls has become modus operandi in the past couple of months; I’m sick to death of all these political types calling my house asking for budget numbers and arranged tours of the SGC and who the fuck knows what else.
The answering machine beeps and a message begins to record.
“Hey Jack, it’s me.” I smile and cross the room. It’s Daniel calling. “So my flight should be getting into the airport ’round 1530 Tuesday. I’ve got the rest of Tuesday free, but then the Pentagon budget meetings are the next two days. But Friday’s free as well, so…”
He gets all that out even before I get to the phone, talking a mile a minute as usual. I’m about to pick up the receiver when he continues.
“Shit, Jack, I can’t wait to get there. It’s been too long; I want you so fucking much. You’ll pick me up from the airport and everyone will just think you’re letting a buddy stay over while he’s in town. But fuck, Jack, I’ll be pushing you up against the door the minute we get inside your house. I’m gonna kiss the shit out of you, kiss you so hard…”
Holy crap, it’s going to be one of those calls, the kind that get me so hard and desperate for him. My hand hovers over the phone. I want to pick it up and make this a two-way thing, but God, I want to hear how this is gonna play out…
“I’m gonna tear your clothes off, Jack; I want you so bad. Gonna go down on my knees, suck your cock, take it as far in my mouth as I can.”
My dick’s stood up and taken notice. Daniel talking dirty has always been a major turn-on for me, and this time is no exception. Christ, I wish he was here, in my arms, in my bed…
“Then, when you’re so hard you’re leaking, I’ll flip you around and fuck you with my tongue, gonna open you up that way, get your hole all slick with my spit…”
He’s breathing hard now, and fuck, I know that tone of voice; he’s jerking off while talking to my answering machine!
“But I’m not gonna let you cum yet, Jack. You won’t cum ’til I’ve got my dick in that tight ass of yours. I’m gonna lube up my cock and slide it into you…so fucking hot…”
Okay, I’ve had enough torture. I finally pick up the phone and hold it to my ear.
“Daniel!”
“Hello Jack,” he sounds smug, “I knew that’d get you to pick up the phone.”
“That’s the last time I ever screen my calls.”