Title: Spanking The Space Monkey
Author/pseudonym: R.A. Swain
Fandom:Stargate: SG-1
Paring: Jack and Daniel
Rating:MA (Mature Audience)
Status: New 2/28/00
Archive: Yes, please. You have my permission to archive.
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Series/Sequel: No
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Disclaimers: The characters are not my property. They are used without permission,
and are used for the sole intent of entertainment and not for profit. Note other
disclaimers at beginning of story.
Notes: Just a title I liked and a fantasy that worked.
Summary: Daniel enjoys some alone time.
Warnings:
Disclaimer: The following story contains adult subject matter. If you are under
the age of 21 you should not be reading this and it is illegal for you to possess
it. If you read beyond this point, you are claiming to be 21 years of age, and
that it is legal for you to possess adult oriented material.
This is a sexually oriented work of fiction. If sex between consenting adults,
homosexuality or therein is offensive to you, DO NOT READ IT! By reading beyond
this point you are accepting homosexuality and adult oriented material willing.
Spanking The Space Monkey
by R.A. Swain
Daniel Jackson stood in the shower, the hot water splashing down over his smooth
chest, soothing the aches strains his body felt keeping up with the rigorous
schedule of SG1. Now was some down time, and he needed to just relax, but he
still felt tense. The hot shower was supposed to relieve tension.
As he stood there with his eyes closed, he felt the strong hands and arms encircle
his body. The hands caressed his smooth chest, taking the soap and lathering
him up. He felt the hard naked body pressing against his back, the hairy chest
and rock hard stomach which rubbed against him, and the rigid cock rubbing against
his ass. He kept his eyes closed and let the hands work their way down his chest,
until they reached their objective; his own skyward aimed erection.
The feeling of the fingers gently playing with the underside of his shaft sent
shivers of pleasure through him, as the fingers encircled the shaft and slowly
stroked him several times. He felt the kiss on his neck and then the body moving
slowly around him, never breaking contact with his skin. The hard cock going
from his ass to his side until it was pressing against his own organ. Both vying
for dominance against one another.
Still, with his eyes closed he felt the sensuous lips pressing against his own,
the tongue pushing into his mouth and intertwining with his own. While they
kissed he moved his hand down between them, wrapping his fingers around both
rigid members and stroking them together. The feeling of another man's cock
against his, another man's balls rubbing and bouncing against his, was a feeling
he would treasure for the rest of his life.
The phone rang and broke his spell. He opened his eyes and looked down at his
fist pumping his lone organ. "Damn," he mumbled, turning off the water
and grabbing a towel on the way to the phone. "Hello."
"Hi Danny Boy. I hope I didn't interrupt anything."
"No, nothing that I can't finish later. Where are you?" Daniel asked
hanging the towel over his shoulder.
"On my way to your place. I thought I would pick up some pizza and beer,
if you would like," Jack O'Neill said.
"I'd like the pizza," Daniel answered.
"Okay, a bottle of red?" Jack countered.
"Better."
"I'm still getting beer for myself."
"Of course."
"I figured we could eat, and then maybe play some strip chess," Jack
said.
Daniel felt himself blush even though Jack couldn't see him. "You know
I always beat the pants off of you when we play chess."
"I'm counting on it," Jack quipped.
"How long until you get here?" Daniel asked, noticing his reflection
in the mirror. He was absentmindedly stroking himself.
"About an hour," Jack said.
"Good, that'll give me time to finish my shower." Daniel watched his
hand running up and down his shaft. He closed his eyes and wished it were Jack's
hand.
"I'll try to hurry."
"You do that," Daniel said, squeezing his cock. He hung up and looked
again at his reflection. Just the thought of Jack seemed to make his cock pulse
and grow bigger. He padded back to the shower and turned the water on, stepping
beneath the jet. He closed his eyes again. "Now where was I?"
The End