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applecameronI feel boring (Edited 09/25/04 to make subject line more discriptive.)
I'm doing RL stuff I don't want to talk about here yet...and I haven't written any smut recently...I'm so *boring*.
Yeah, yeah, bitch, bitch, moan, moan. *sheesh* No matter what side of the fence you're on, the grass is always greener *over there* (points). Wanna know what really 'separates man from animals'? We're never fricking content with what we have when we have it.
Anyways. Today was audiobook recording day! I got to read aloud about child labor practices in agriculture in the early 20th century in New Jersey (cranberry bogs) and the Gulf Coast (shrimp and oyster harvesting). Interesting stuff.
Now then. Since I'm done bitching....
They didn't make it to the bedroom. After four weeks in quarantine, under the watchful eye of squads of cameras? Hell, they barely even made it down the mountain, Daniel's hand working on the bulge in Jack's faded jeans as soon as they'd gone around the first curve off-base. In fact, they didn't. Jack pulled onto a dirt track that might have been a power line service road once, turned off the truck, and both men reached for each other. Lips and tongue and one pair of glasses always getting in the way, plus steering wheel and wiggly handbrake and a wonky glove compartment that kept wanting to open when Daniel's leg hit it.
Jack plunged a hand down the back of Danny's jeans, cupping one cheek of his ass, fingers digging in so hard he knew it would leave marks, but who cared, god, who cared when it was Daniel's mouth on his dick, sucking him off like a fucking Hoover.
"Jesus, Daniel!" Commentary just made him work harder. Daniel gripped his balls, holding back the come building already at the base of his spine.
The only thing better than his cock in Daniel's mouth was his cock buried in him up to the hilt, Danny coming in god-knows-what language, but Jack could translate fuck me harder, Jack, make me come in any tongue.
Daniel pulled back and there was a shock of air against his wet dick. Jack twitched, seeing stars, the head of his dick and nothing more in Daniel Jackson's mouth. He clutched at Daniel's clothing, so close, so fucking close -
Daniel swallowed him in one gulp, deep-throating all the way down, and released the deathgrip on his balls.
Jack's head exploded.
The truck shimmied but the handbrake held.
I'm doing RL stuff I don't want to talk about here yet...and I haven't written any smut recently...I'm so *boring*.
Yeah, yeah, bitch, bitch, moan, moan. *sheesh* No matter what side of the fence you're on, the grass is always greener *over there* (points). Wanna know what really 'separates man from animals'? We're never fricking content with what we have when we have it.
Anyways. Today was audiobook recording day! I got to read aloud about child labor practices in agriculture in the early 20th century in New Jersey (cranberry bogs) and the Gulf Coast (shrimp and oyster harvesting). Interesting stuff.
Now then. Since I'm done bitching....
They didn't make it to the bedroom. After four weeks in quarantine, under the watchful eye of squads of cameras? Hell, they barely even made it down the mountain, Daniel's hand working on the bulge in Jack's faded jeans as soon as they'd gone around the first curve off-base. In fact, they didn't. Jack pulled onto a dirt track that might have been a power line service road once, turned off the truck, and both men reached for each other. Lips and tongue and one pair of glasses always getting in the way, plus steering wheel and wiggly handbrake and a wonky glove compartment that kept wanting to open when Daniel's leg hit it.
Jack plunged a hand down the back of Danny's jeans, cupping one cheek of his ass, fingers digging in so hard he knew it would leave marks, but who cared, god, who cared when it was Daniel's mouth on his dick, sucking him off like a fucking Hoover.
"Jesus, Daniel!" Commentary just made him work harder. Daniel gripped his balls, holding back the come building already at the base of his spine.
The only thing better than his cock in Daniel's mouth was his cock buried in him up to the hilt, Danny coming in god-knows-what language, but Jack could translate fuck me harder, Jack, make me come in any tongue.
Daniel pulled back and there was a shock of air against his wet dick. Jack twitched, seeing stars, the head of his dick and nothing more in Daniel Jackson's mouth. He clutched at Daniel's clothing, so close, so fucking close -
Daniel swallowed him in one gulp, deep-throating all the way down, and released the deathgrip on his balls.
Jack's head exploded.
The truck shimmied but the handbrake held.
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on 2003-10-14 04:48 pm (UTC)