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That Will Do
Jun. 21st, 2009 04:24 pmFor JD_Junkie's Jack/Daniel Smile-a-Thon. :) I'd have added more (sex) but I'm on someone else's compy. ;)
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Jack scratches the back of his briefs and finds a tiny rent in the fabric. It's time to get new ones, he thinks, and he blames it on Daniel. The man gets a little too impatient sometimes.
The line between Jack's brows crease just as he turns the corner into his dining room, heading for the coffee pot in the kitchen. There's a small blue gift box on the table. It has a red bow, which deepens the frown, and no tag.
He picks it up, turns it over, feels a thunk inside. With a smirk that turns to curious smile, he plucks the tail of the bow and tosses it onto the table, along with the box top. There's cotton coveringl, the sort found in medicine bottles or bandage packages, and the knot between his brows smoothes with amusement. This was a last minute thing apparently.
Lifting it up, he stares at the contents nestled in more cotton: A gold dollar-sized coin. Stamped upon it are clasped hands, and the writing etched around the edge reads, "Happy 10th Anniversary". The grin on his face turns crooked, but is interrupted slightly when arms wrap around his waist, body heat spoons against his back and ass, and lips press against his neck. Daniel's getting better at sneaking up on him these days.
"Morning," Daniel says.
He sounds smug.
"Gold? For a tenth anniversary?" Jack asks, still staring at the coin.
Daniel's voice, low and seductive, whispers over his skin and into his ear. "I could add the diamonds, if you like."
Jack smiles, almost shyly, and sets the box back on the table. He doesn't turn, but just places his hands over Daniel's. He can feel the arousal forming behind him anyway and his own is beginning to match.
"Nah. Just give me something equally hard and more memorable."
With a purring type of chuckle, Daniel says, "Happy Anniversary," and complies.
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Jack scratches the back of his briefs and finds a tiny rent in the fabric. It's time to get new ones, he thinks, and he blames it on Daniel. The man gets a little too impatient sometimes.
The line between Jack's brows crease just as he turns the corner into his dining room, heading for the coffee pot in the kitchen. There's a small blue gift box on the table. It has a red bow, which deepens the frown, and no tag.
He picks it up, turns it over, feels a thunk inside. With a smirk that turns to curious smile, he plucks the tail of the bow and tosses it onto the table, along with the box top. There's cotton coveringl, the sort found in medicine bottles or bandage packages, and the knot between his brows smoothes with amusement. This was a last minute thing apparently.
Lifting it up, he stares at the contents nestled in more cotton: A gold dollar-sized coin. Stamped upon it are clasped hands, and the writing etched around the edge reads, "Happy 10th Anniversary". The grin on his face turns crooked, but is interrupted slightly when arms wrap around his waist, body heat spoons against his back and ass, and lips press against his neck. Daniel's getting better at sneaking up on him these days.
"Morning," Daniel says.
He sounds smug.
"Gold? For a tenth anniversary?" Jack asks, still staring at the coin.
Daniel's voice, low and seductive, whispers over his skin and into his ear. "I could add the diamonds, if you like."
Jack smiles, almost shyly, and sets the box back on the table. He doesn't turn, but just places his hands over Daniel's. He can feel the arousal forming behind him anyway and his own is beginning to match.
"Nah. Just give me something equally hard and more memorable."
With a purring type of chuckle, Daniel says, "Happy Anniversary," and complies.
