crack_van | Into the Stars by Jaxon Knight (NC17)

Fandom: STARGATE SG-1
Pairing: Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson
Length: 43,000 words approx
Author on LJ: jaxon_knight
Author Website: Author's DW Account
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Author Summary: Can the unlikely meeting of two jaded men change the course of galactic history? Oh, sure it can.

Another finely crafted AU, Jaxon Knight takes us on a journey of discovery, love, and fascinating premises in this lovely fic. Stargate ficdom is rampant with the hooker trope. I've seen it in almost every fic archive, community, and list. Yet, Jaxon gives it a unique twist in that the hooker is Daniel in the red-light district of Amsterdam, trying to earn money to feed his young cousins who have been left for him. Along comes a date with destiny in the form of a fleeing black ops!Jack O'Neill. This riot of a fic eventually leads us around the world to a certain spot in Colorado and a certain alien artifact. All the while, Jaxon constructs a glorious get-together between two very jaded souls that is romantic and steamy hot at the same time. Jack and Daniel are incredibly in-character throughout, in the sexy parts and in the parts with Daniel's kids. Every time they're on screen, they're the guys we know from canon. So add into this fantastic characterization and lovely romance, a wonderful AU-Stargate program start-up and edge of your seat action, and you've got a fic that will keep you entertained for quite a while!

Women stopped by sometimes, but mostly, it was men.

Daniel usually just smiled and stroked himself through the thin green jock that hugged him like a second skin, leaning over deliberately to display tight glutes as the spectators strolled by. Sometimes he'd make eye contact, other times he'd just close his eyes, losing himself in the feel of his own hand feathering over his barely covered shaft, cupping his balls, stroking lightly across the smooth skin of his chest, the points of his tightened nipples.

Therein lay his real talent, the art of keeping himself just on the threshold, just on the brink of coming, walking the knife's edge, looking as though he was bringing himself to imminent orgasm without ever going over the top. One second's inattention, a stroke too full, a delicious twist not immediately followed by a swift tug of his balls to quell the sensation, would mean disaster. Too much stimulation was an extravagance, a slip-up he could ill afford. He wasn't a spring chicken anymore, and an unintentional climax could set him back an hour or more, all for nothing but a few seconds of raw pleasure.

He had responsibilities, after all, mouths to feed. Amsterdam was not a cheap place to live. He couldn't allow himself the luxury of submitting to the kind of frivolous indulgence that was his stock in trade.
In the Stars