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The Steak Series by Keiko Kirin (G to NC-17)
Fandom: STARGATE SG-1
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Author on LJ:: N/A
Author Website: http://www.geocities.com/keiko_kirin/
Why this must be read: The Steak Series is a Stargate slash fandom classic. This series of stories traces the slow development of a relationship between Jack and Daniel as they take cautious steps toward intimacy. As they progress from realization to desire to awkwardness to love, Keiko shows us how they react to each new level, gives them time to work through it, and then moves to the next step.
Though the relationship is center stage, it's set within the context of their daily lives: missions, tensions on base, interaction with their teammates -- all written in a believable, subtle, mature way. Plenty of plot and action, plenty of sex, and plenty of emotional payoff. There are twelve stories, and by the end of the series, I was satisfied, and sad there was no more to read. Steak helped convince me of the Jack/Daniel pairing; I couldn't fully see Jack and Daniel together when I started reading this series, but by the time I finished the last story, I was hooked.
Jack slowed his caresses. Daniel rolled onto his side, away from Jack. Jack shifted closer, slid his arm around Daniel's waist, and held him until he was sure Daniel was deeply asleep. He liked these silent, warm moments when simply holding Daniel was a reassurance, was comfortable, was right.
Jack dozed off and reawakened later, glancing at the clock. He sighed, kissed Daniel's temple softly, careful not to wake him, and let go. Daniel didn't move. Jack put on his wristwatch and slid out of bed.
Navigating Daniel's apartment in the dark was always hazardous, but Jack was getting used to it. He felt around for familiar landmarks as he made his way to the living room. He almost tripped over his shoes, crouched down, and gathered them up, along with his socks, underwear, and jeans. He knew where his shirt was, and where he'd left his jacket. Clothes folded over his arm, he found another landmark and used it as a guide to the bathroom where he washed up and dressed. The route from the bathroom to the front door he knew pretty well by now, and as long as Daniel didn't rearrange any furniture or the weird stuff on his walls, Jack could safely travel it in pitch black.
He let himself out, quietly closed the door behind him, and left.
This was their unacknowledged agreement. They'd never talked about it, it had just happened. After the plague quarantine, they'd spent their too-short leave together at Jack's house. Common sense dictated that Daniel should have left the day before they had to report back to SGC. But neither of them had wanted to listen to common sense, so Daniel didn't leave until the very early morning of the first day back.
Sneaking out silently turned out not to be one of Daniel's talents, but Jack had said nothing. He'd known why Daniel was leaving this way, had seen the sense of it. They could hold on to as much time as possible, part without awkward or lingering good-byes, and go back to normal life. So, the pattern was established.
Jack supposed it worked all right. It just wasn't getting any easier to do. When he left Daniel's place, he always drove around for a while before going home. Driving alone on empty streets, passing dark, silent houses, sometimes pulling over and getting out to take a look at the stars. Get some crisp, fresh night air into his lungs. Then home, just in time to pick up the paper and make breakfast.
And sometimes, by the time he walked through his front door, he'd managed to drive away the sense-memory of Daniel's skin next to his. Sometimes.
The Steak Series
(By the way -- I'm Destina, and I'm rec'ing Stargate SG-1 stories this month. I'll attempt to recommend a variety of different stories from gen to slash, from older classics to sparkly new stuff.)
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Author on LJ:: N/A
Author Website: http://www.geocities.com/keiko_kirin/
Why this must be read: The Steak Series is a Stargate slash fandom classic. This series of stories traces the slow development of a relationship between Jack and Daniel as they take cautious steps toward intimacy. As they progress from realization to desire to awkwardness to love, Keiko shows us how they react to each new level, gives them time to work through it, and then moves to the next step.
Though the relationship is center stage, it's set within the context of their daily lives: missions, tensions on base, interaction with their teammates -- all written in a believable, subtle, mature way. Plenty of plot and action, plenty of sex, and plenty of emotional payoff. There are twelve stories, and by the end of the series, I was satisfied, and sad there was no more to read. Steak helped convince me of the Jack/Daniel pairing; I couldn't fully see Jack and Daniel together when I started reading this series, but by the time I finished the last story, I was hooked.
Jack slowed his caresses. Daniel rolled onto his side, away from Jack. Jack shifted closer, slid his arm around Daniel's waist, and held him until he was sure Daniel was deeply asleep. He liked these silent, warm moments when simply holding Daniel was a reassurance, was comfortable, was right.
Jack dozed off and reawakened later, glancing at the clock. He sighed, kissed Daniel's temple softly, careful not to wake him, and let go. Daniel didn't move. Jack put on his wristwatch and slid out of bed.
Navigating Daniel's apartment in the dark was always hazardous, but Jack was getting used to it. He felt around for familiar landmarks as he made his way to the living room. He almost tripped over his shoes, crouched down, and gathered them up, along with his socks, underwear, and jeans. He knew where his shirt was, and where he'd left his jacket. Clothes folded over his arm, he found another landmark and used it as a guide to the bathroom where he washed up and dressed. The route from the bathroom to the front door he knew pretty well by now, and as long as Daniel didn't rearrange any furniture or the weird stuff on his walls, Jack could safely travel it in pitch black.
He let himself out, quietly closed the door behind him, and left.
This was their unacknowledged agreement. They'd never talked about it, it had just happened. After the plague quarantine, they'd spent their too-short leave together at Jack's house. Common sense dictated that Daniel should have left the day before they had to report back to SGC. But neither of them had wanted to listen to common sense, so Daniel didn't leave until the very early morning of the first day back.
Sneaking out silently turned out not to be one of Daniel's talents, but Jack had said nothing. He'd known why Daniel was leaving this way, had seen the sense of it. They could hold on to as much time as possible, part without awkward or lingering good-byes, and go back to normal life. So, the pattern was established.
Jack supposed it worked all right. It just wasn't getting any easier to do. When he left Daniel's place, he always drove around for a while before going home. Driving alone on empty streets, passing dark, silent houses, sometimes pulling over and getting out to take a look at the stars. Get some crisp, fresh night air into his lungs. Then home, just in time to pick up the paper and make breakfast.
And sometimes, by the time he walked through his front door, he'd managed to drive away the sense-memory of Daniel's skin next to his. Sometimes.
The Steak Series
(By the way -- I'm Destina, and I'm rec'ing Stargate SG-1 stories this month. I'll attempt to recommend a variety of different stories from gen to slash, from older classics to sparkly new stuff.)
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Yes, I do. :)
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