Midnight Blue Corvette by Paian (NC-17)

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Show: SG-1

Rec Category: Daniel Jackson/Jack O’Neill
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Jack O’Neill
Pairings: Daniel/Jack, mention of Daniel/Sha’re & Jack/Sara
Categories: Slash, Alternate Universe, Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: paian
Author's Website: Paian on AO3 | Paian on Dreamwidth
Link: Midnight Blue Corvette

Why This Must Be Read: Paian created an amazing AU in this story, giving us such rich and detailed characterization that Jack and Daniel are simultaneously completely different from our SG-1 boys and absolutely recognizable and loveable. It has all of Paian’s signature style: angst, deep emotional connections, wry humor, and hot, hot sex. I’m a hard sell when it comes to love-at-first-sight fic, and this read as believable from beginning to end. It’s one of those stories that I find myself returning to over and over again.


Excerpt:
After not too long, the conversation got easier, more wide-ranging. Jack relaxed, had a smoke, had another coffee, started enjoying himself. Really enjoying himself; enjoying himself more than he had in anyone's company in a long, long time. This is happy, he thought, with an odd estrangement, in the middle of an easygoing debate about the pros and cons of the designated hitter. I remember. This is what happy felt like.

It was nearly two, they were the only ones in the place, and Antonio would be wanting to call it a night. They split the check for appearance' sake, and left the full amount as a tip. They walked out into the bitter winter night in step, unthinking until they paused on the sidewalk and Jack realized that they were in some kind of sync, the way you got with some men that you served with for a very long time, easy in their company.

"So I won't push," Daniel said, his breath pluming the air in front of them. "You have a cell on you? I'll give you my number, then you can call or not."

"You do this much, Daniel?" Jack asked. They were both facing the street, not facing each other. His body ached with yearning to turn, take Daniel by shoulder and chin, taste his mouth. Push into the warmth of him, with the bitter knifing air around them.

"Never, actually," Daniel said.

"Really?" Jack turned, despite himself, to look.

Daniel smiled, a little color staining his cheek, and didn't look back. "Really. I don't just mean men. I mean at all. But anything else I say will sound like a line, or manipulation, so let's leave it at that, OK?" He dug down in the pocket of his jeans and came back with a cell phone. Older model, just like his car. And his clothes, come to think of it. Classy, giving the appearance of being vintage rather than old, but everything well maintained maybe more because replacing it was outside his means. "You want the number?"