Manips: "The Cabin Series II" Jack/Daniel, Rated: NC-17

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Title:  "The Cabin Series II"
Artist: magnavox_23 
Character/Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Rating: NC-17

As some of you may remember, The Cabin Series was a study in photomanips I undertook back in 2011. The past few months, I have been putting together another collection for the series that is another exploration into this idea. This collection is perhaps a little more grown up *wink*, and does not follow an exact narrative as it spans some seasons (summer, winter, etc, not six, seven, eight...). Click on the images to enlarge them, and please enjoy. <3
 

 

A shower welcomes them to the silent standing cabin in Northern Minnesota. A raindrop rolls down the front of Daniel’s glasses before Jack can open the umbrella for them. “We’re home”, he whispers against Daniel’s parted lips.
 

The ensuring storm is a rumbling melee in the background as they love. Daniel presses his tongue to Jack’s tart opening, feeling the ring of muscle pulse in time with his own heartbeat.
 

Sunlight from above dances across his eyelids as Daniel feels the lake surround him, hold onto him in a void of liquescent existence. The muting of his senses is freeing in a way he has not felt since his ascension…
 

Daniel’s maybe this side of a little too heavy to be perched upon him as he is, but Jack daren’t suggest he move an inch. Daniel’s flesh sticks to him as the heat from the fire intensifies in the summer twilight. This is his antithesis to cryogenic chambers, Antarctic outposts and the cold emptiness of space. Though he shivers when Daniel runs fingertips along his arm.
 

Jack is claimed, time and again as he receives Daniel’s sure, sharp thrusts. Daniel holds him in position where he can do nothing but accept Daniel’s hard cock push inside him, claim him, own him…
 

Daniel marvels, lifting Jack out of the water. This solid presence of a man in his arms is all he could ever want for. He hadn’t realised it until just this moment, standing in a lake, far away from his job, his life. Jack-ness surrounded him here. It didn’t mean he wasn’t still going to dump Jack’s ass in the water.
 

Daniel holds Jack close on the shore. Light touches, the press of skin on skin is enough for now. The afternoon sun warms them almost as much as the heat between them builds into something that will eventually burn in the most satisfying way.
 

Jack backs him towards a tree and Daniel’s step is careful in the fresh snow. He feels the tree’s hardness at his back and Jack stops short of crushing him to it. “Seeing you here, like this…” Jack stares at him in wonder, like this is all new, and they haven’t kissed in this forest before under sun and stars. Daniel welcomes the cool lips and hot mouth against his own. Electricity sizzles in his wrists and his mind fogs. The tree was a good idea.
 

The water deepens downstream and Daniel is able to pull in only half a lungful of air before the tell-tale weight upon his ankle drags him below the surface. Jack anchors himself to Daniel’s form, a press of groins and stomach and lips as he passes Daniel his denied air.
 

Tired kisses soothe the aching melancholy of their immanent departure. Jack’s pick up remains empty as they take these remaining moments to soak in what they can of this haven, and of each other. Chores, bills, and galactic bad guys await their return to the lives they lead miles, and sometimes miles and miles and miles, away.