SG-1 FIC: Sea Change - Jack/Daniel - R
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wildernessguru doesn't know where to put them.
I found this vignette saved to a random folder.
I no longer remember what the story was going to be. I think it was in response to someone requesting Daniel's point of view for a change, but I'm not sure. Still, the scene has a sense of completeness and I've decided I like it. So I gave it a name and here you are.
Title: Sea Change
Author: Icarus
Rating: R
Fandom/Pairing: SG-1, Jack/Daniel
Summary: When you've gone just one step too far, is it possible to go back to being friends?
Sea Change
by Icarus
Daniel curled up on his bed and smelled Jack's after shave on his pillow… and didn't know what he thought about that. The shower rained in the next room, and Jack might as well have been a million worlds away, the door shut tight between them.
Earlier, Jack had apologized when he'd sleepily bumped the bathroom door open to find Daniel on the toilet.
No, no, it's all right, Daniel had said, finishing up. Then minutes later he listened to Jack farting loudly, echoing in the bathroom. It seemed strangely intimate: his own dark bedroom, the shadow of his dresser up against the wall, the slash of light under the door. Though he was grateful in the back of his mind that he'd already gone because he knew how bad that was going to smell.
Daniel heard the flush and tensed, his eyes going wide: Jack was coming back to bed. But then Jack had turned on the shower – at four am? – and Daniel breathed easily again at the reprieve.
Daniel's whole body felt strangely loose and light, a familiar sensation though it had been long, long time. He'd been ready for the sex. Wanted it, oh yeah, he'd wanted it. But now… Daniel reached for his bedside drawer, then let his hand fall. He didn't want Jack to come in while he was journaling or to see where he kept it. Not that Jack couldn't be trusted but Daniel wasn't prepared for this.
So he sketched the journal entry in his mind, analyzing the strangeness.
Hmm, yes, he had enjoyed the sex. That had been… good. Very good. But he didn't want Jack here touching him, in his bed afterward. Which wasn't how Daniel usually felt about his relationships. Daniel winced at the word "relationship" as applied to Jack and realized he regretted crossing the line. Or, rather, regretted not having… he wanted Jack in his living room, watching TV, sharing a beer, not – not this. Not that he was adverse to this, but he didn't want to give up the one for the other, he didn't want their friendship to change.
Daniel coiled around the pillow that smelled uncomfortably like Jack and shut his eyes. How could he have not considered that this would change things? His mind flashed on the evening, Jack's hard chest pressed against his, and Daniel's only thought wondering how far this would go, hoping for more. All right, so he'd been thinking with his dick.
The shower shut off and Daniel cringed, prepared to pretend Jack was welcome. Which he was, just not as welcome as he had been two hours ago.
wildernessguru doesn't know where to put them.I found this vignette saved to a random folder.
I no longer remember what the story was going to be. I think it was in response to someone requesting Daniel's point of view for a change, but I'm not sure. Still, the scene has a sense of completeness and I've decided I like it. So I gave it a name and here you are.
Title: Sea Change
Author: Icarus
Rating: R
Fandom/Pairing: SG-1, Jack/Daniel
Summary: When you've gone just one step too far, is it possible to go back to being friends?
Sea Change
by Icarus
Daniel curled up on his bed and smelled Jack's after shave on his pillow… and didn't know what he thought about that. The shower rained in the next room, and Jack might as well have been a million worlds away, the door shut tight between them.
Earlier, Jack had apologized when he'd sleepily bumped the bathroom door open to find Daniel on the toilet.
No, no, it's all right, Daniel had said, finishing up. Then minutes later he listened to Jack farting loudly, echoing in the bathroom. It seemed strangely intimate: his own dark bedroom, the shadow of his dresser up against the wall, the slash of light under the door. Though he was grateful in the back of his mind that he'd already gone because he knew how bad that was going to smell.
Daniel heard the flush and tensed, his eyes going wide: Jack was coming back to bed. But then Jack had turned on the shower – at four am? – and Daniel breathed easily again at the reprieve.
Daniel's whole body felt strangely loose and light, a familiar sensation though it had been long, long time. He'd been ready for the sex. Wanted it, oh yeah, he'd wanted it. But now… Daniel reached for his bedside drawer, then let his hand fall. He didn't want Jack to come in while he was journaling or to see where he kept it. Not that Jack couldn't be trusted but Daniel wasn't prepared for this.
So he sketched the journal entry in his mind, analyzing the strangeness.
Hmm, yes, he had enjoyed the sex. That had been… good. Very good. But he didn't want Jack here touching him, in his bed afterward. Which wasn't how Daniel usually felt about his relationships. Daniel winced at the word "relationship" as applied to Jack and realized he regretted crossing the line. Or, rather, regretted not having… he wanted Jack in his living room, watching TV, sharing a beer, not – not this. Not that he was adverse to this, but he didn't want to give up the one for the other, he didn't want their friendship to change.
Daniel coiled around the pillow that smelled uncomfortably like Jack and shut his eyes. How could he have not considered that this would change things? His mind flashed on the evening, Jack's hard chest pressed against his, and Daniel's only thought wondering how far this would go, hoping for more. All right, so he'd been thinking with his dick.
The shower shut off and Daniel cringed, prepared to pretend Jack was welcome. Which he was, just not as welcome as he had been two hours ago.
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Date: 2006-10-02 12:06 am (UTC)And I have to wonder what Jack's thinking.
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Date: 2006-10-02 01:18 am (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2006-10-02 12:35 am (UTC)Because that was awesome.
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Date: 2006-10-02 01:20 am (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2006-10-02 01:10 am (UTC)You always write them as such men. I hope you realize that I aspire to write them as manly as you do.
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Date: 2006-10-02 01:29 am (UTC)They are, aren't they? And yes, I think Jack is experiencing some second thoughts, lining up excuses and trying them out in his mind.
You always write them as such men. I hope you realize that I aspire to write them as manly as you do.
High praise since that's the entire reason I started writing fanfic. Actually, to help myself learn how to write men I bought My First Time: Gay Men Describe Their First Same-Sex Experience edited by Jack Hart -- and read it cover-to-cover. Apparently there are four volumes now, but I have volume 1 (sorry about the cheesy cover) and the stories are written by regular guys most of whom aren't writers, and what they notice, their attitude, the voice... it's just like steeping yourself in canon and picking up the character voice.
Icarus
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Date: 2006-10-02 04:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-05 06:33 am (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2006-10-02 02:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-02 02:41 am (UTC)I was just reading your fic (stop squirming) and I have some comments. Catch you in Y!M?
Icarus
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Date: 2006-10-02 07:47 am (UTC)Icarus