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Solitary Creatures by Aristide (NC-17)
Often in fic, the catalyst for capitulation is a huge thing. Some great and dangerous event occurs that teaches our protagonists how important each is to the other. In real life, catalysts for change often come about very simply, from small circumstances, and Aristide is in the pantheon of Sentinel writers who not only understand that, but capture that "real life relationship" feeling when you read their fiction. Better still, she also knows how to write molten sex scenes that fall into the "burn your face off" category.
Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Zen&nancy’s Internet Homeless Shelter and Soup Kitchen, or look her up at 852 Prospect
Why this must be read:
Aristide is amazing at writing Jim, and her interior voice for him in this fic is nothing short of a tour de force. Jim is one of the harder characters to write in a believable fashion. He’s uptight, but not closed off; a throwback, but not a Neanderthal; a cop, but not a stereotype… Here, Aristide sets the standard for writing Jim, as she spins a tale about an older guy who’s just realized that he’s not as straight as he thought he was, and what he does about it.
She also writes a magnificent Blair: sexually in charge; not always sure of his standing in Jim's life; and totally, occasionally, sharply insightful.
This scorchingly hot slice-of-life story has everything: barbecue, free beer, and sex scenes that make your panties moist. It even has Teenagers From Outer Space. Well, no, not really; they’re not actually from Outer Space, they just look like they are…
He stood there blinking under the water, the sting of soap in his eyes terribly reminiscent of the earlier burn, of that moment when he'd realized that the idea of letting Blair go was pretty fucking painful. His dick was hard again (*Sandburg-- the Sentinel's Viagra*), but his chest ached deep inside and there was a coldness in the pit of his stomach that the heat of the shower couldn't touch. So many women-- there had been so many women (and probably a bunch of men as well, for all he knew, only those hadn't been paraded in front of him), and none of them had ever found a grip that would last because Blair, like Jim himself, was a solitary creature; available to a certain extent but certainly no further than that...
These disturbingly distressing thoughts were cut off by a sudden flash of memory, of a day about a month ago when Jim had stayed home sick with a bad cold, hacking his lungs out and doing a fairly convincing impression of a snot factory.
...Sandburg had chosen to stay home with him, 'to keep him amused' as Blair put it, 'to bug the shit out of him', as Jim said. The day had stretched on endlessly, endlessly; long hours of forever with wind and rain whipping the hell out of everything outside the loft, but inside it was warm and comfortable. And the phone never rang and nobody disturbed them with any sudden crisis for once, and even though the cable went out sometime in the morning he'd never been bored because Sandburg played cards with him and joked with him, and made him drink some revoltingly sweet cocoa with little plasticlike marshmallows in it that they'd ended up fishing out of their cups and flicking at each other. And when darkness finally, finally fell Blair taught him how to make some weird curried dumpling soup that made his whole face run with sweat and other gross fluids and they had laughed a lot at that...
Jim finished up his shower with his usual perfunctory efficiency, musing on all the new definitions for so many, many things. This is Jim. This is life. This is sex. This is friendship. This is love. (*Look familiar? No? Well, what did you expect?*)
Solitary Creatures
Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Zen&nancy’s Internet Homeless Shelter and Soup Kitchen, or look her up at 852 Prospect
Why this must be read:
Aristide is amazing at writing Jim, and her interior voice for him in this fic is nothing short of a tour de force. Jim is one of the harder characters to write in a believable fashion. He’s uptight, but not closed off; a throwback, but not a Neanderthal; a cop, but not a stereotype… Here, Aristide sets the standard for writing Jim, as she spins a tale about an older guy who’s just realized that he’s not as straight as he thought he was, and what he does about it.
She also writes a magnificent Blair: sexually in charge; not always sure of his standing in Jim's life; and totally, occasionally, sharply insightful.
This scorchingly hot slice-of-life story has everything: barbecue, free beer, and sex scenes that make your panties moist. It even has Teenagers From Outer Space. Well, no, not really; they’re not actually from Outer Space, they just look like they are…
He stood there blinking under the water, the sting of soap in his eyes terribly reminiscent of the earlier burn, of that moment when he'd realized that the idea of letting Blair go was pretty fucking painful. His dick was hard again (*Sandburg-- the Sentinel's Viagra*), but his chest ached deep inside and there was a coldness in the pit of his stomach that the heat of the shower couldn't touch. So many women-- there had been so many women (and probably a bunch of men as well, for all he knew, only those hadn't been paraded in front of him), and none of them had ever found a grip that would last because Blair, like Jim himself, was a solitary creature; available to a certain extent but certainly no further than that...
These disturbingly distressing thoughts were cut off by a sudden flash of memory, of a day about a month ago when Jim had stayed home sick with a bad cold, hacking his lungs out and doing a fairly convincing impression of a snot factory.
...Sandburg had chosen to stay home with him, 'to keep him amused' as Blair put it, 'to bug the shit out of him', as Jim said. The day had stretched on endlessly, endlessly; long hours of forever with wind and rain whipping the hell out of everything outside the loft, but inside it was warm and comfortable. And the phone never rang and nobody disturbed them with any sudden crisis for once, and even though the cable went out sometime in the morning he'd never been bored because Sandburg played cards with him and joked with him, and made him drink some revoltingly sweet cocoa with little plasticlike marshmallows in it that they'd ended up fishing out of their cups and flicking at each other. And when darkness finally, finally fell Blair taught him how to make some weird curried dumpling soup that made his whole face run with sweat and other gross fluids and they had laughed a lot at that...
Jim finished up his shower with his usual perfunctory efficiency, musing on all the new definitions for so many, many things. This is Jim. This is life. This is sex. This is friendship. This is love. (*Look familiar? No? Well, what did you expect?*)
Solitary Creatures
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Aristide wrote a masterpiece with this one. Her command of Jim's voice is exquisite, and she just makes their relationship so real. And the sex... Damn! ...hot and sweet is right!
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But damn, am I glad you recced something sizzling today! Work was hella boring!
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I'll see if I can get another sizzler rec'ed today...
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Looking forward to whatever you rec!
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