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Because there's entirely too much discussion going on, here's the WIP meme thing.
When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
(I have folders. They are called "Finished Fics", "Fics that will never be written. I think.", "Variations of the one fic that will definitely never be written." "Ideas that will never turn into fic. I think". and "WRITE THIS!".
The one where they do not go on a date:
There's no one there to blame him, when he goes back to kiss Tony one more time, his tongue lingering just a moment too long for this to be goodbye.
The one that will never see the light of day, because there is no way in hell I can do Jack and Daniel justice.
"She used to read from the books." He stares at his beer. "When I was away." Yep, the bottle still looks the same, even after he has turned it around in his fingers for the tenth time. He wonders where he is heading with this conversation.
"Sometimes she would tell me about her fantasies. About how she imagined me..." He wonders why he started this.
"Well," he looks at Daniel and stands up. "I guess everyone has fantasies" he says on his way into the kitchen.
"Want another beer?"
"Yes, thanks." For someone who claims not to like beer, Daniel sure drinks his share.
"Do you?"
Jack points to the bottle in his hand. "I just got one."
Daniel rolls his eyes." Do you have fantasies?"
Jack takes a long sip of his beer. "I guess." he says carefully.
Daniel has sat down on the couch again, and is looking at Jack across the low table.
"Tell me about them."
"You want me to tell you about my fantasies?"
"I want you to tell me about your erotic fantasies, Jack."
"Why?"
There's the eyeroll again.
"Humour me."
"I don't know, they are not..." Jack has no idea what to tell Daniel. All he can think of are impressions, the touch of Daniel's hands on his back, the softness of Daniel's skin, heat, sweat. Love. He has no words for this.
The one that could have become a PWP if it didn't suck so badly.
He wakes up to softkisses down his spine and a soft but sure hand stroking his hip. He isn’t used to waking up like this anymore. Sure, he was married, three times, and in the first months he reveled in it, waking up to a person who belonged to him, wild sweaty morning sex, waking up to lips around his cock.
The one that I would totally write if I wrote BDSM.
It's not that Tony wants Gibbs to do anything more. It's he himself who wants to do more for Gibbs, no matter what Gibbs does to him in return. Everytime he finds himself on the ground with Gibbs' cock in his mouth, he knows that this is his place, kneeling in front of this man, and he wished Gibbs would push his cock into his mouth just a tiny bit more, would hold Tony's head with just a bit more force.
It scares the hell out of him.
The one that doesn't even deserve to be called a WIP, because all there is is a note to myself.
Write the damn beach fic, where Tony tells Gibbs off because he is fat, stinks like beer and hasn't shaved in weeks.
The one where Tony hosts a stag party and Gibbs acts out of character. I have no excuse except: it would have been fun!
Tony’s shirt was open and he was out of breath.
“There are strippers.”
“Good.” Gibbs said and went into the house.
The one that needs a plot to work, and I don't do plots.
He knows he has gone too far when Tony doesn’t protest. He just sits down at his desk and starts typing his report. Tony is many things, but he is never quiet. It’s one of things that is driving Gibbs crazy, the way Tony will always bounces right back, no matter how he treats him. Gibbs knows that he is hard on Tony, more so than on the others, maybe more than he should. But Tony does his best work when he is pushed, and pushing Tony means that his face will light up even more when he eventually says “Good work, DiNozzo.” He will smile at Gibbs for a precious short moment, and then he will turn to Kate and McGee and make some smart comment that will make Gibbs smile despite himself, because he knows that this is his doing.
Control, he thinks, he controls Tony, and it shouldn’t feel as good as it does.
The one that has very graphic Sam/Pete sex, which I cannot actually post because it makes me blush.
And finally the one that come in variations, because they refuse to even KISS and then it suddenly turned into het. Don't even ask about the name. And no, she is not a random Mary Sue, but rather the mysterious redhaired woman who mysteriously disappeared during the last seasons.
He doesn't go to sleep that night, but instead works on his boat until 0200, when Rebecca comes in and says “You never do sleep, do you?” while she walks down the stairs.
“No.” he answers.
“You really should drink less coffee…” He interrupts her with a kiss and shoves her up the boat. She makes a small groan which could have been a complaint so he eases off a little, but she just smiles at him.
“Bad day at the office?”
They never talk about his work, and she knows that. They never talk about her work either, hell, they hardly talk. He knows she doesn't expect an answer, but her teasing question makes him angry. If she were Tony, he'd just order her to shut up and she'd comply, she'd let herself be fucked against his boat pushing into his touch instead of against it like she does now. Now that she made him think about Tony he is even angrier, so he pushes his hand into her pants, sliding one finger inside her and hears her groan with pleasure this time.
“Do you want this or did you come here to talk?” he says and she shudders under his touch.
They are pretty good together. She knows his hotspots and she likes to take her time to play with him, which suits him just fine. He is old enough to treasure the sex more than the orgasm and he knows he is lucky to have found her. Not only because she doesn’t expect him to marry her.
She is already wet and when he rubs his thumb across her clit she moans loudly. Her fingers are at his jeans now, pulling him out with a sure touch, letting him know that she is in control. In a matter of seconds her pants come off and her legs wraps around his waist and then he is pushing into her, hot flesh sucking him in and he groans against her neck.
She isn't in control, of course. He holds her hips careful not to bruise her. He lets her move around him, but he is the one who sets the pace, holds back until he can feel her tremble, pushes in deeper not because she tells him to, hot breath in his ear, but because he wants to bring her off, wants to feel her contract around him and cry out. He cannot let go, not without leaving marks and he isn't sure if she would appreciate that. Suddenly Tony is back in his head again, the image of him leaning against the boat, lips swollen from hard kisses, just taking whatever Gibbs gives him. 'Fuck' he thinks and thrusts into the wet heat.'I do not want her to be Tony.' he tells himself firmly, pushing his fingers between their moving bodies to rub her clit hard. She comes, shuddering and trembling around him and when he buries his face in the soft skin of her neck and, after a couple of fast thrusts spills inside her, all thoughts of Tony are gone. Her breast move beautifullywith her panting breaths and all the fight is gone from her. She leans against him and lets him hold her, and she smells of sweet perfume and honey shampoo. He breathes in deeply and pulls her closer.
When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
(I have folders. They are called "Finished Fics", "Fics that will never be written. I think.", "Variations of the one fic that will definitely never be written." "Ideas that will never turn into fic. I think". and "WRITE THIS!".
The one where they do not go on a date:
There's no one there to blame him, when he goes back to kiss Tony one more time, his tongue lingering just a moment too long for this to be goodbye.
The one that will never see the light of day, because there is no way in hell I can do Jack and Daniel justice.
"She used to read from the books." He stares at his beer. "When I was away." Yep, the bottle still looks the same, even after he has turned it around in his fingers for the tenth time. He wonders where he is heading with this conversation.
"Sometimes she would tell me about her fantasies. About how she imagined me..." He wonders why he started this.
"Well," he looks at Daniel and stands up. "I guess everyone has fantasies" he says on his way into the kitchen.
"Want another beer?"
"Yes, thanks." For someone who claims not to like beer, Daniel sure drinks his share.
"Do you?"
Jack points to the bottle in his hand. "I just got one."
Daniel rolls his eyes." Do you have fantasies?"
Jack takes a long sip of his beer. "I guess." he says carefully.
Daniel has sat down on the couch again, and is looking at Jack across the low table.
"Tell me about them."
"You want me to tell you about my fantasies?"
"I want you to tell me about your erotic fantasies, Jack."
"Why?"
There's the eyeroll again.
"Humour me."
"I don't know, they are not..." Jack has no idea what to tell Daniel. All he can think of are impressions, the touch of Daniel's hands on his back, the softness of Daniel's skin, heat, sweat. Love. He has no words for this.
The one that could have become a PWP if it didn't suck so badly.
He wakes up to softkisses down his spine and a soft but sure hand stroking his hip. He isn’t used to waking up like this anymore. Sure, he was married, three times, and in the first months he reveled in it, waking up to a person who belonged to him, wild sweaty morning sex, waking up to lips around his cock.
The one that I would totally write if I wrote BDSM.
It's not that Tony wants Gibbs to do anything more. It's he himself who wants to do more for Gibbs, no matter what Gibbs does to him in return. Everytime he finds himself on the ground with Gibbs' cock in his mouth, he knows that this is his place, kneeling in front of this man, and he wished Gibbs would push his cock into his mouth just a tiny bit more, would hold Tony's head with just a bit more force.
It scares the hell out of him.
The one that doesn't even deserve to be called a WIP, because all there is is a note to myself.
Write the damn beach fic, where Tony tells Gibbs off because he is fat, stinks like beer and hasn't shaved in weeks.
The one where Tony hosts a stag party and Gibbs acts out of character. I have no excuse except: it would have been fun!
Tony’s shirt was open and he was out of breath.
“There are strippers.”
“Good.” Gibbs said and went into the house.
The one that needs a plot to work, and I don't do plots.
He knows he has gone too far when Tony doesn’t protest. He just sits down at his desk and starts typing his report. Tony is many things, but he is never quiet. It’s one of things that is driving Gibbs crazy, the way Tony will always bounces right back, no matter how he treats him. Gibbs knows that he is hard on Tony, more so than on the others, maybe more than he should. But Tony does his best work when he is pushed, and pushing Tony means that his face will light up even more when he eventually says “Good work, DiNozzo.” He will smile at Gibbs for a precious short moment, and then he will turn to Kate and McGee and make some smart comment that will make Gibbs smile despite himself, because he knows that this is his doing.
Control, he thinks, he controls Tony, and it shouldn’t feel as good as it does.
The one that has very graphic Sam/Pete sex, which I cannot actually post because it makes me blush.
And finally the one that come in variations, because they refuse to even KISS and then it suddenly turned into het. Don't even ask about the name. And no, she is not a random Mary Sue, but rather the mysterious redhaired woman who mysteriously disappeared during the last seasons.
He doesn't go to sleep that night, but instead works on his boat until 0200, when Rebecca comes in and says “You never do sleep, do you?” while she walks down the stairs.
“No.” he answers.
“You really should drink less coffee…” He interrupts her with a kiss and shoves her up the boat. She makes a small groan which could have been a complaint so he eases off a little, but she just smiles at him.
“Bad day at the office?”
They never talk about his work, and she knows that. They never talk about her work either, hell, they hardly talk. He knows she doesn't expect an answer, but her teasing question makes him angry. If she were Tony, he'd just order her to shut up and she'd comply, she'd let herself be fucked against his boat pushing into his touch instead of against it like she does now. Now that she made him think about Tony he is even angrier, so he pushes his hand into her pants, sliding one finger inside her and hears her groan with pleasure this time.
“Do you want this or did you come here to talk?” he says and she shudders under his touch.
They are pretty good together. She knows his hotspots and she likes to take her time to play with him, which suits him just fine. He is old enough to treasure the sex more than the orgasm and he knows he is lucky to have found her. Not only because she doesn’t expect him to marry her.
She is already wet and when he rubs his thumb across her clit she moans loudly. Her fingers are at his jeans now, pulling him out with a sure touch, letting him know that she is in control. In a matter of seconds her pants come off and her legs wraps around his waist and then he is pushing into her, hot flesh sucking him in and he groans against her neck.
She isn't in control, of course. He holds her hips careful not to bruise her. He lets her move around him, but he is the one who sets the pace, holds back until he can feel her tremble, pushes in deeper not because she tells him to, hot breath in his ear, but because he wants to bring her off, wants to feel her contract around him and cry out. He cannot let go, not without leaving marks and he isn't sure if she would appreciate that. Suddenly Tony is back in his head again, the image of him leaning against the boat, lips swollen from hard kisses, just taking whatever Gibbs gives him. 'Fuck' he thinks and thrusts into the wet heat.'I do not want her to be Tony.' he tells himself firmly, pushing his fingers between their moving bodies to rub her clit hard. She comes, shuddering and trembling around him and when he buries his face in the soft skin of her neck and, after a couple of fast thrusts spills inside her, all thoughts of Tony are gone. Her breast move beautifullywith her panting breaths and all the fight is gone from her. She leans against him and lets him hold her, and she smells of sweet perfume and honey shampoo. He breathes in deeply and pulls her closer.
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