Fic: Saxon for Ignorance SG-1
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frahulettaesTitle: Saxon for Ignorant
Author: Fra
Email: fra_Hulettaes@yahoo.com
Fandom: SG-1
Pairing: Jack and Daniel
Length: 800 words or so.
Genre: Pre-slash
Summary: What does it say? It depends on who's reading it.
Emotion: Lewdness
Link: http://www.livejournal.com/users/frahulettaes
Eastern Bible Dictionary (Acts 18:14), villany or wickedness, not lewdness in the modern sense of the word. The word "lewd" is from the Saxon, and means properly "ignorant," "unlearned," and hence low, vicious (Acts 17:5).
"Daniel?" Again with the 'hurry up, Daniel' voice.
"Jack?" A moue and an eye roll.
"Well? What does it say?" Hips canted, hand draped on P90.
"It's um...it's...it says..." Long fingers waved towards the wall then
dropped.
"What, exactly?" Shifted weight.
"A sex manual." Eyes drop, head turns away.
"You're kidding?" Looks up the wall at swirling script and
decorative paintings.
"Ah, no." Quirky small smile, raised eyebrows. Brief eye contact
then away.
"Huh." He grunts. "Is it any good?" waves his hand vaguely at the
wall.
Daniel's eyes dart back and catch, staying, looking. Considering.
"Compared to what?" He shoves his hands into his pockets.
"Playboy?" Swift brow raise followed by lopsided grin.
A short bark of laughter. "Almost certainly." Still chuckling.
"Read it." Jack's grin becomes a leer.
"What?" the room stills.
"Read it to me." Gravity shifts. Heart pounds.
"Jack..." helpless, fluttering hand gesture.
Distance shrinks. Skin temp goes up. Eyes dilate.
"Read it..." voice low.
"I..." throat constricts.
"...if you can." His back to the wall, letting the gun clatter to
the floor.
"Uh...m...m'sh..." eyes travel up the wall. "M'sh aote alh'sh..."
Hat and coat drop. Fingers hook belt loops and pull.
"Ahh..." bodies bump and touch. "Anosh ms'a c'tall...oh"
Gasp. Lips touch the skin below his ear. Daniel's eyes close.
"Keep reading..."
Breathing hard, Daniel drags his eyes open.
"M'sh aote maah'e ptan."
Shirt dragged out. Warm fingers, hands, trailing, brushing,
teasing.
Gasp.
"M'sh aote p'ra m'tan oa'l."
Tugging at his belt. Eyes close.
"And...?" Lips close on the delicate bud. Light, soft, maddening.
"God..." swift inhale. "M...m'sh..maah'e pran..."
Gasp.
"Pran...pr..m'tan. Oa'l aote m'he...please..."
Buttons released. Lips return to his neck, licking, teasing,
biting.
Daniel's hands find the wall, supporting while other hands
loosen, release, torture.
"M'sh pran m'tan...oh God, Jack, unhh...maah'e oa'l..." studdering
gasp.
Jack's hand curls around Daniel, stroking.
"Maah'e oa'l pran m'tan." Voice little more than a whisper.
"I...can't..."
"Read it, Daniel." Jack slides down, crouches, hand cupping
Daniel's balls, pulling gently, rolling.
"M'sh aote maah'e oa'l...God yesssssssss..."
Jack's lips touch, open, tongue playing and teasing. His mouth
opens, swallowing then sucking.
"M'sh aote p'ra..." Gravity increases, pulling, making Daniel's
limbs heavy and weak.
"...aote...p'ra...." His eyes close, the words spill from his memory
and mind and desperation.
Jack's throat opens, his hands wind around and caress Daniel's
ass, his cleft, the deep recess and opening.
"...p'ra..." Jack's finger teases the opening, circling, pressing,
entering. Daniel's breath, for a moment held, forced out in a
rush. "OHGODYES!" Jack's lips and mouth and tongue, unrelenting,
pulling, dragging, forcing response. Daniel's balls tighten, the
frisson of pleasure begins to seep up his legs, coils and lingers
at the base of his spine, drawn out by the constant, unchanging
pace.
"Oh God...let me...please...m'sh oa'l arat, na'm b'shan..."
A second finger joins the first, twisting, rubbing, brushing
gently, igniting fire.
Daniel pleads for release. "na'm... na'm... b'shan...please,
Jack...f..f..finish me."
Jack's fingers caress and brush, his mouth and throat suck
Daniel's hot flesh. Daniel's head drops forward, sweat glistens and drops, making dots on Jack's BDU's.
"...ahhhh...Jack..." his balls tighten to two small lumps. Inside his
boots, Daniel's toes curl, his knees locked, the only thing now
keeping him from toppling over.
"...JACK!...AAAAAHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh!!!!..." the coil of pleasure springs,
surging up and out of his dick and down Jack's throat, pulsing,
hot, blinding. Sound recedes and Daniel is flying, back straight,
head thrown up, eyes open and unseeing.
Jack's fingers ease out. His mouth and tongue clean, caress, care
for the beloved flesh.
Daniel's knees bend, he's dropping, falling.
He is caught and held.
========
"Daniel? Hey! Wake up!" Long fingers snap in front of Daniel's
blinking eyes.
"Jack..." the ground feels tilted and he struggles to orient
himself.
"Earth to Daniel!" hips canted, hand draped over his P-90.
Daniel drags in a deep and wavering breath and sighs it out.
"C'mon Daniel, nap times over." Jack's other hand waves at the
delicate writing and swirling patterns of colour. "What's it
say?"
Daniel blinks.
"It's...um it's...a pillow book." Hand waggles at the wall then
drops.
"Like the Kama Sutra?" Jack looks up the wall, appraising.
Daniel's stomach flops. Seeing and hearing those two words from
Jack sends his blood pressure up a few points, back to it's
pounding dream pulse.
"Yes...so to speak." Daniel closes his eyes, pushes the dream away.
Locks it behind a door that is inscribed with swirling patterns of colour and delicate writing.
Opens his eyes.
"Okay, then. Let's pack it up." Jack looks away, out the door,
his mind already at home.
"But, we should..." Daniel waves towards the wall then at his
journals and books then realizes this will be the same. No
weapon, no value. Again. He looks at Jack looking at him. No,
Jack's right. It is of no value. It's time to go home.
"I'm coming..."
"Good."
End
Author: Fra
Email: fra_Hulettaes@yahoo.com
Fandom: SG-1
Pairing: Jack and Daniel
Length: 800 words or so.
Genre: Pre-slash
Summary: What does it say? It depends on who's reading it.
Emotion: Lewdness
Link: http://www.livejournal.com/users/frahulettaes
Eastern Bible Dictionary (Acts 18:14), villany or wickedness, not lewdness in the modern sense of the word. The word "lewd" is from the Saxon, and means properly "ignorant," "unlearned," and hence low, vicious (Acts 17:5).
"Daniel?" Again with the 'hurry up, Daniel' voice.
"Jack?" A moue and an eye roll.
"Well? What does it say?" Hips canted, hand draped on P90.
"It's um...it's...it says..." Long fingers waved towards the wall then
dropped.
"What, exactly?" Shifted weight.
"A sex manual." Eyes drop, head turns away.
"You're kidding?" Looks up the wall at swirling script and
decorative paintings.
"Ah, no." Quirky small smile, raised eyebrows. Brief eye contact
then away.
"Huh." He grunts. "Is it any good?" waves his hand vaguely at the
wall.
Daniel's eyes dart back and catch, staying, looking. Considering.
"Compared to what?" He shoves his hands into his pockets.
"Playboy?" Swift brow raise followed by lopsided grin.
A short bark of laughter. "Almost certainly." Still chuckling.
"Read it." Jack's grin becomes a leer.
"What?" the room stills.
"Read it to me." Gravity shifts. Heart pounds.
"Jack..." helpless, fluttering hand gesture.
Distance shrinks. Skin temp goes up. Eyes dilate.
"Read it..." voice low.
"I..." throat constricts.
"...if you can." His back to the wall, letting the gun clatter to
the floor.
"Uh...m...m'sh..." eyes travel up the wall. "M'sh aote alh'sh..."
Hat and coat drop. Fingers hook belt loops and pull.
"Ahh..." bodies bump and touch. "Anosh ms'a c'tall...oh"
Gasp. Lips touch the skin below his ear. Daniel's eyes close.
"Keep reading..."
Breathing hard, Daniel drags his eyes open.
"M'sh aote maah'e ptan."
Shirt dragged out. Warm fingers, hands, trailing, brushing,
teasing.
Gasp.
"M'sh aote p'ra m'tan oa'l."
Tugging at his belt. Eyes close.
"And...?" Lips close on the delicate bud. Light, soft, maddening.
"God..." swift inhale. "M...m'sh..maah'e pran..."
Gasp.
"Pran...pr..m'tan. Oa'l aote m'he...please..."
Buttons released. Lips return to his neck, licking, teasing,
biting.
Daniel's hands find the wall, supporting while other hands
loosen, release, torture.
"M'sh pran m'tan...oh God, Jack, unhh...maah'e oa'l..." studdering
gasp.
Jack's hand curls around Daniel, stroking.
"Maah'e oa'l pran m'tan." Voice little more than a whisper.
"I...can't..."
"Read it, Daniel." Jack slides down, crouches, hand cupping
Daniel's balls, pulling gently, rolling.
"M'sh aote maah'e oa'l...God yesssssssss..."
Jack's lips touch, open, tongue playing and teasing. His mouth
opens, swallowing then sucking.
"M'sh aote p'ra..." Gravity increases, pulling, making Daniel's
limbs heavy and weak.
"...aote...p'ra...." His eyes close, the words spill from his memory
and mind and desperation.
Jack's throat opens, his hands wind around and caress Daniel's
ass, his cleft, the deep recess and opening.
"...p'ra..." Jack's finger teases the opening, circling, pressing,
entering. Daniel's breath, for a moment held, forced out in a
rush. "OHGODYES!" Jack's lips and mouth and tongue, unrelenting,
pulling, dragging, forcing response. Daniel's balls tighten, the
frisson of pleasure begins to seep up his legs, coils and lingers
at the base of his spine, drawn out by the constant, unchanging
pace.
"Oh God...let me...please...m'sh oa'l arat, na'm b'shan..."
A second finger joins the first, twisting, rubbing, brushing
gently, igniting fire.
Daniel pleads for release. "na'm... na'm... b'shan...please,
Jack...f..f..finish me."
Jack's fingers caress and brush, his mouth and throat suck
Daniel's hot flesh. Daniel's head drops forward, sweat glistens and drops, making dots on Jack's BDU's.
"...ahhhh...Jack..." his balls tighten to two small lumps. Inside his
boots, Daniel's toes curl, his knees locked, the only thing now
keeping him from toppling over.
"...JACK!...AAAAAHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh!!!!..." the coil of pleasure springs,
surging up and out of his dick and down Jack's throat, pulsing,
hot, blinding. Sound recedes and Daniel is flying, back straight,
head thrown up, eyes open and unseeing.
Jack's fingers ease out. His mouth and tongue clean, caress, care
for the beloved flesh.
Daniel's knees bend, he's dropping, falling.
He is caught and held.
========
"Daniel? Hey! Wake up!" Long fingers snap in front of Daniel's
blinking eyes.
"Jack..." the ground feels tilted and he struggles to orient
himself.
"Earth to Daniel!" hips canted, hand draped over his P-90.
Daniel drags in a deep and wavering breath and sighs it out.
"C'mon Daniel, nap times over." Jack's other hand waves at the
delicate writing and swirling patterns of colour. "What's it
say?"
Daniel blinks.
"It's...um it's...a pillow book." Hand waggles at the wall then
drops.
"Like the Kama Sutra?" Jack looks up the wall, appraising.
Daniel's stomach flops. Seeing and hearing those two words from
Jack sends his blood pressure up a few points, back to it's
pounding dream pulse.
"Yes...so to speak." Daniel closes his eyes, pushes the dream away.
Locks it behind a door that is inscribed with swirling patterns of colour and delicate writing.
Opens his eyes.
"Okay, then. Let's pack it up." Jack looks away, out the door,
his mind already at home.
"But, we should..." Daniel waves towards the wall then at his
journals and books then realizes this will be the same. No
weapon, no value. Again. He looks at Jack looking at him. No,
Jack's right. It is of no value. It's time to go home.
"I'm coming..."
"Good."
End
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Date: 2006-09-10 02:07 am (UTC)so great to re-read these by the way. :)
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Date: 2006-09-10 02:11 am (UTC)