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Can't promise it'll stay this way...
But...
This is today's contribution to the darned MPREG, just the opening scene. I can't promise it'll look like this once the fic's finished, keep in mind it's a rough draft, unbetaed, unedited yadda, yadda, yadda.
I hope to be able to post a snippet every day, because it'll also help kick me into writing a bit every day -- as always, the goal is to hit at least 1,000 words every day, so here we go.
NB!: This is the start of a SEQUEL -- rated NC17 to be on the safe side, Jack/Daniel all the way and it's an MPREG, so don't read unless you really want to. (FYI: Male PREGnancy)
First part is a gender bender called : Your Mother Told You There'd be Days Like These...
Part 1 can be read without any danger, people, just a little advice on how to get Daniel out of bed without risking your life *g*
Today's word count: 1,234
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Jack finished his own cup of coffee and poured more of the black liquid into another mug before making his way back to his bedroom. Their bedroom, really, since he'd shared it with Daniel for the past four months. Shared his house, living and breathing with the other man, and best of all? Jack pushed the door open and stopped for a moment.
Best of all was that Daniel was currently sprawled out across *their* bed. Jack didn't even bother hiding the huge grin on his face. On top of the covers and as naked as the day he'd been born, just the way Jack liked his linguist.
Setting the cup down on the bedside table, Jack sat down on the bed, careful to not awaken the other man. Not that it seemed to be possible, judging from the low snoring, muffled by the pillow in which Daniel's head was currently buried.
Jack reached out, rubbing Daniel's neck in slow light circles, feeling him respond even in his sleep, moving into Jack's touch. With a wide smile, Jack scooted further onto the bed, turning to sit on his knees, straddling Daniel's lower back. It spoke volumes that he could get away with it without Daniel waking up, but then again, during the last couple of months, Daniel had come to trust him a lot more than he had through the years they'd worked together.
The first morning Jack had attempted anything like what he was doing at the moment, Daniel had almost thrown him out of bed. Before finally reaching a state where he was clearheaded enough to understand that it had been Jack toughing him. Now? Jack could get away with most things before Daniel was awake, and as he'd discovered early on, once Daniel was relaxed enough about it, it mellowed the other man. Daniel wasn't a morning person, but touching and light making out in the morning did a hell of a lot to remedy that.
Leaning down, Jack whispered into Daniel's ear, "Got your java, Doctor Jackson, wakie wakie." Staying where he was, Jack stretched and pulled out the bedside drawer, snatching up the bottle of massage oil. Oh yeah, time to make sure that he had a nicely relaxed lover at his disposal for the rest of the day. As he sat back up, he couldn't help the chuckle at what people at the base would say if they could see the SGC's 2IC at that very moment. Then again, probably good they couldn't, since Jack wasn't too keen on seeing the inside of some stupid prison cell and nor was he interested in an dishonourable discharge from a job he loved.
Jack had to admit, as he opened the bottle and warmed the oily substance between his hands, that if push came to shove, there really wasn't much of a choice. As much as the USAF had been his life, he wasn't about to lose Daniel to it -- any match, anytime and Daniel would win. Dropping a dry kiss on Daniel's nape, Jack smiled, oh yeah, he was definitely becoming an old sap.
Starting out with light, gliding pressure, Jack worked out the knots he could find in Daniel's neck and shoulders, well aware of that Daniel was awake, if still slightly dazed. No, couldn't claim that the younger man was a morning person, but it said a lot that he indulged in Jack's small needs. Well, as well as the not so small ones, Jack grinned.
"You're a dirty old man, Jack," mumbled Daniel into his pillow, "and you *play* dirty too."
Jack's hands stilled. "Want me to stop?"
Daniel groaned. "No, please carry on, Colonel."
"Yessir!" Jack dug his fingers into Daniel's muscles, enjoying the shivers running through the other man and the mumbled words of appreciation, barely audible.
A few minutes later, Jack let go of his prey and pulled back enough for Daniel to turn around. Sleepy blue eyes blinked up at him and a strong arm was draped over his hip, hand possessively clamped down on his ass. "You mentioned coffee?"
Jack grinned and dumped down next to his friend. "Would I dare wake you up without?"
"Not now that you're housebroken, no."
"Once burned, twice shy?" Jack answered, deciding to let the 'housebroken' comment slip. Just this once.
Daniel looked at him over the edge of the cup. "Something like that," he grinned.
Daniel finished his cup slowly, eyes closed and small contented noises escaping him. Jack shifted a little where he was now sitting up. Did the man no know what he was doing to Jack?
Daniel's eyes slowly opened, shining with mischief. Oh he knew, alright, he definitely knew, and he didn't consider it too low to use. Much to Jack's delight, as a moment later he was pushed down into the mattress as Daniel tried touch as much of Jack as possible, wriggling on top of him.
"I hope you're willing to finish this, Daniel..." mock threatened Jack between kisses.
"Oh, don't worry, Jack, you'll get what you deserve." With that, Daniel began moving, slowly, skin slippery with massage oil. As their movements became more urgent, Jack rolled them over and pinned Daniel beneath him, catching the lightly parted lips with his own. Heat building in his body and the pleasant ice and fire feel curling around his spine, had Jack gasping for air a moment later, and he couldn't hold back his release as warm wetness hit his belly and he himself followed Daniel a moment later.
As they lay nicely snuggled up against each other, Daniel nuzzled Jack's ear and whispered, "I like your version of Saturday mornings, Jack."
Jack sniggered, "Me too, Daniel, me too."
A long, strong finger drew invisible patterns on Jack's chest. "I'm also thankful for being a man again."
"Oh, me too, definitely." Jack closed his eyes and remembered what had happened those fateful four months back. Clearly they'd both been stupid since it had taken Daniel's, if short, but uncomfortable, transformation into a woman, to make them both realise that they wanted the same thing. Preferably both as men. Not that Jack hadn't liked Daniel as a woman, but the other man was clearly more comfortable in his own skin. And to tell the truth, so was Jack. A lazy, evil grin spread on his face.
"Dirty thoughts again, old man?"
"Are they ever clean when you're around?" Jack's hand strayed down over Daniel's abdomen, fingers spread to cover as much skin as possible. He opened and eye to check the other man. "Are you gaining weight, Daniel?"
"Not that I know of, why?" Daniel's voice was muffled as he buried his face in Jack's neck, tongue teasing the sensitive skin under Jack's ear.
"You're meeting me in the gym Monday morning, Daniel."
"Don't be an ass, Jack," Daniel grinned. "I'll cut back on the candy bars, okay?"
Jack grinned as he lost himself in the feel of Daniel exploring his neck. Half an hour later, Daniel finally pulled back, reluctantly.
"Hey, where' ya goin'?" Jack caressed the thigh draped over his own.
"Bathroom," Daniel answered with an puzzled frown before leaving Jack, who noticed the odd expression on the younger man's face, but didn't call him on it. Only God, or more likely, the Ancients knew what was going on inside that thick skull of Daniel's. Jack definitely didn't.
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This is today's contribution to the darned MPREG, just the opening scene. I can't promise it'll look like this once the fic's finished, keep in mind it's a rough draft, unbetaed, unedited yadda, yadda, yadda.
I hope to be able to post a snippet every day, because it'll also help kick me into writing a bit every day -- as always, the goal is to hit at least 1,000 words every day, so here we go.
NB!: This is the start of a SEQUEL -- rated NC17 to be on the safe side, Jack/Daniel all the way and it's an MPREG, so don't read unless you really want to. (FYI: Male PREGnancy)
First part is a gender bender called : Your Mother Told You There'd be Days Like These...
Part 1 can be read without any danger, people, just a little advice on how to get Daniel out of bed without risking your life *g*
Today's word count: 1,234
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Jack finished his own cup of coffee and poured more of the black liquid into another mug before making his way back to his bedroom. Their bedroom, really, since he'd shared it with Daniel for the past four months. Shared his house, living and breathing with the other man, and best of all? Jack pushed the door open and stopped for a moment.
Best of all was that Daniel was currently sprawled out across *their* bed. Jack didn't even bother hiding the huge grin on his face. On top of the covers and as naked as the day he'd been born, just the way Jack liked his linguist.
Setting the cup down on the bedside table, Jack sat down on the bed, careful to not awaken the other man. Not that it seemed to be possible, judging from the low snoring, muffled by the pillow in which Daniel's head was currently buried.
Jack reached out, rubbing Daniel's neck in slow light circles, feeling him respond even in his sleep, moving into Jack's touch. With a wide smile, Jack scooted further onto the bed, turning to sit on his knees, straddling Daniel's lower back. It spoke volumes that he could get away with it without Daniel waking up, but then again, during the last couple of months, Daniel had come to trust him a lot more than he had through the years they'd worked together.
The first morning Jack had attempted anything like what he was doing at the moment, Daniel had almost thrown him out of bed. Before finally reaching a state where he was clearheaded enough to understand that it had been Jack toughing him. Now? Jack could get away with most things before Daniel was awake, and as he'd discovered early on, once Daniel was relaxed enough about it, it mellowed the other man. Daniel wasn't a morning person, but touching and light making out in the morning did a hell of a lot to remedy that.
Leaning down, Jack whispered into Daniel's ear, "Got your java, Doctor Jackson, wakie wakie." Staying where he was, Jack stretched and pulled out the bedside drawer, snatching up the bottle of massage oil. Oh yeah, time to make sure that he had a nicely relaxed lover at his disposal for the rest of the day. As he sat back up, he couldn't help the chuckle at what people at the base would say if they could see the SGC's 2IC at that very moment. Then again, probably good they couldn't, since Jack wasn't too keen on seeing the inside of some stupid prison cell and nor was he interested in an dishonourable discharge from a job he loved.
Jack had to admit, as he opened the bottle and warmed the oily substance between his hands, that if push came to shove, there really wasn't much of a choice. As much as the USAF had been his life, he wasn't about to lose Daniel to it -- any match, anytime and Daniel would win. Dropping a dry kiss on Daniel's nape, Jack smiled, oh yeah, he was definitely becoming an old sap.
Starting out with light, gliding pressure, Jack worked out the knots he could find in Daniel's neck and shoulders, well aware of that Daniel was awake, if still slightly dazed. No, couldn't claim that the younger man was a morning person, but it said a lot that he indulged in Jack's small needs. Well, as well as the not so small ones, Jack grinned.
"You're a dirty old man, Jack," mumbled Daniel into his pillow, "and you *play* dirty too."
Jack's hands stilled. "Want me to stop?"
Daniel groaned. "No, please carry on, Colonel."
"Yessir!" Jack dug his fingers into Daniel's muscles, enjoying the shivers running through the other man and the mumbled words of appreciation, barely audible.
A few minutes later, Jack let go of his prey and pulled back enough for Daniel to turn around. Sleepy blue eyes blinked up at him and a strong arm was draped over his hip, hand possessively clamped down on his ass. "You mentioned coffee?"
Jack grinned and dumped down next to his friend. "Would I dare wake you up without?"
"Not now that you're housebroken, no."
"Once burned, twice shy?" Jack answered, deciding to let the 'housebroken' comment slip. Just this once.
Daniel looked at him over the edge of the cup. "Something like that," he grinned.
Daniel finished his cup slowly, eyes closed and small contented noises escaping him. Jack shifted a little where he was now sitting up. Did the man no know what he was doing to Jack?
Daniel's eyes slowly opened, shining with mischief. Oh he knew, alright, he definitely knew, and he didn't consider it too low to use. Much to Jack's delight, as a moment later he was pushed down into the mattress as Daniel tried touch as much of Jack as possible, wriggling on top of him.
"I hope you're willing to finish this, Daniel..." mock threatened Jack between kisses.
"Oh, don't worry, Jack, you'll get what you deserve." With that, Daniel began moving, slowly, skin slippery with massage oil. As their movements became more urgent, Jack rolled them over and pinned Daniel beneath him, catching the lightly parted lips with his own. Heat building in his body and the pleasant ice and fire feel curling around his spine, had Jack gasping for air a moment later, and he couldn't hold back his release as warm wetness hit his belly and he himself followed Daniel a moment later.
As they lay nicely snuggled up against each other, Daniel nuzzled Jack's ear and whispered, "I like your version of Saturday mornings, Jack."
Jack sniggered, "Me too, Daniel, me too."
A long, strong finger drew invisible patterns on Jack's chest. "I'm also thankful for being a man again."
"Oh, me too, definitely." Jack closed his eyes and remembered what had happened those fateful four months back. Clearly they'd both been stupid since it had taken Daniel's, if short, but uncomfortable, transformation into a woman, to make them both realise that they wanted the same thing. Preferably both as men. Not that Jack hadn't liked Daniel as a woman, but the other man was clearly more comfortable in his own skin. And to tell the truth, so was Jack. A lazy, evil grin spread on his face.
"Dirty thoughts again, old man?"
"Are they ever clean when you're around?" Jack's hand strayed down over Daniel's abdomen, fingers spread to cover as much skin as possible. He opened and eye to check the other man. "Are you gaining weight, Daniel?"
"Not that I know of, why?" Daniel's voice was muffled as he buried his face in Jack's neck, tongue teasing the sensitive skin under Jack's ear.
"You're meeting me in the gym Monday morning, Daniel."
"Don't be an ass, Jack," Daniel grinned. "I'll cut back on the candy bars, okay?"
Jack grinned as he lost himself in the feel of Daniel exploring his neck. Half an hour later, Daniel finally pulled back, reluctantly.
"Hey, where' ya goin'?" Jack caressed the thigh draped over his own.
"Bathroom," Daniel answered with an puzzled frown before leaving Jack, who noticed the odd expression on the younger man's face, but didn't call him on it. Only God, or more likely, the Ancients knew what was going on inside that thick skull of Daniel's. Jack definitely didn't.
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