Fic - Stargate SG-1 - Once Upon a Coffee Shop... [Chapter 1] - (PG-13) - Pre-Slash/Slash
Title: Once Upon a Coffee Shop...
Author: milanthruil
Genre: AU
Rating: PG-13
Words: 2,000
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson
Pairings: Jack/Daniel
Warnings: None
Summary: Two men meet in a coffee shop. The rest is fate.
He’d seen him several times. The tall, blue-eyed man who went by the name of Daniel. He walked in the door of Jack’s coffee shop every Tuesday at 10am and always ordered the same thing: a sixteen ounce mocha and a chocolate walnut cookie. He always said please and thank you and gave Jack a shy smile when Jack brought the order to his usual spot by the fireplace. When it wasn’t busy, they would often spend time chatting about the week’s news and what was going on in their lives. Sometimes Daniel showed up with another man and they would sit in the corner with their heads close as they talked quietly, but for the last two months he’d been showing up alone.
But that particular day it was almost an hour until closing and Jack’s blue-eyed regular had yet to show his face.
Jack was wiping down the side table at Daniel’s usual place when the chimes above the door tinkled. He looked up and grinned. Jack walked over to the register, tucking the dish rag into one of the front pockets of his apron as he went
“Welcome back, Daniel.” He greeted cheerfully as Daniel approached. “Let me guess, sixteen ounce mocha and a chocolate walnut cookie.” Daniel blushed a little but nodded his head, melting snowflakes sparkling in his hair. Jack stopped him as he pulled out his wallet. “This one’s one the house.”
“But-”
“Aht!” Jack held up his index finger and pointed it in Daniel’s face. “But me no buts. You just go sit and I’ll bring everything over to you when it’s ready.”
Daniel blinked at him. “Um, thank you, Jack.”
Jack started making the coffee and smiled when Daniel sat in his usual spot, placing a duffle bag on the floor. He quietly observed the other man while he waited for the coffee to finish.
The other man’s shoulders were slumped and he looked to be trying his best to disappear into his chair.
Jack frowned. He poured Daniel’s mocha into a mug and then acted on a sudden impulse before taking his order over to him and placing the items on the side table.
Daniel looked up in surprise at finding an extra cookie on the saucer next to his coffee.
Jack shrugged. “You looked like you could use a bit of a pick-me-up.”
Daniel smiled a sadder version of that shy smile of his. “Thank you.” He took a bite of the freshly-warmed cookie and washed it down with a sip of mocha. He leaned back into his chair with a sigh as he let the aroma of coffee float up to his nose.
Jack sat in the chair next to him and, after several long minutes of silence while Daniel ate and drank, he leaned forward with his forearms across his knees. “Look, Daniel, I don’t mean to pry,” he said, “but is everything okay?”
Daniel let out a pained laugh and took a sip of coffee before shaking his head. “No.” He took a big bite of the second cookie and another sip of coffee. “Stephen kicked me out this morning and told me the only time he ever wants to see my ass in our apartment again is if I’m there to collect all my stuff. I was on the phone all day trying to get ahold of my friends to see if they could spare some space until I can find an apartment, but none of them answered.” Daniel put the coffee and cookie down and scrubbed a hand through his hair, making it stand on end. He clenched his fist and brought it down to his lap. “God, after four years he just suddenly decides he doesn’t want me around anymore.” He sighed and shook his head. “That’s not entirely true. It had been less than great for months. We were fighting all the time lately.” He wrapped his arms around his chest and tucked his hands into his armpits. “Honestly, I should have seen it coming, but I didn’t.” Daniel uncrossed his arms and plucked up his mug of coffee, holding it close to his body.
Jack rubbed the side of his thumb over his lower lip while he watched Daniel take a sip of coffee. “If you don’t mind me saying so, he’s a fool for letting you go.”
Daniel’s eyes widened, his eyebrows reaching for his hairline. “Oh. Um.”
Jack looked down at his hands and noticed the time on his watch. “Damn, I better close up.”
“I suppose I should get go-”
“Nah.” Jack waved a hand at him. “You sit and finish your coffee.” He stood and patted Daniel on the shoulder as he went to go start closing up shop, leaving a bewildered Daniel staring after him.
Daniel finished his cookie and sipped the last of his coffee as he watched Jack puttering around the shop. He stood and brought his dishes to Jack who stuck them in the dishwasher.
Jack leaned back against the cabinets, his hand resting on the counter. “Would like to go out for a drink?”
Daniel shoved his hands in his pockets. “Jack, I-”
“Hey,” Jack reached up and squeezed Daniel’s shoulder, “it’ll just be two buddies having a drink. Nothing more.”
Daniel took a deep breath and nodded. “Thanks.” He walked over to his chair and retrieved his duffle bag.
Jack put an arm around Daniel’s shoulders as they walked out into the snow. “And if you need a place to crash, you’re welcome to my couch.”
It turned out that Daniel hadn’t needed Jack’s couch after all. He’d gotten a call from his friend Sam saying that she was so sorry and that she had an extra room for him if he still needed it. When Sam arrived to pick him up, Daniel had hugged Jack, thanked him, and followed Sam out the door with his duffle bag slung over his shoulder. Jack had watched him go and tossed back the rest of his beer before paying his tab and heading home.
The following two weeks passed in a blur and Jack and Daniel barely had time to talk to each other beyond their usual interaction of Daniel ordering coffee. However, in a fortuitous turn of events, Daniel came in one morning when the coffee shop wasn’t busy and ordered his usual. He sat in his usual chair and Jack brought over his coffee. They talked for a bit about life and Daniel’s apartment hunt, which, so far, hadn’t been going too well.
“There’s nothing in my current price range.” Daniel had sighed.
The morning continued as Jack fixed more orders for other customers and Daniel sat and sipped his coffee.
Jack was wiping down the ‘pick-up’ counter when Daniel got up to leave. “Hey, Daniel,” he waved him over, “c’mere a sec.”
Daniel approached the counter. “What’s going on, Jack?”
Jack leaned both hands on the counter. “Do you want to get dinner sometime?”
“Um, yeah.” Daniel scratched the back of his neck. “I’d like that.”
“Would tonight work for you?”
Daniel nodded. “Yeah, tonight is good.” He pushed his glasses back up his nose. “Do you know that Italian place down on Stewart?”
Jack licked his lips. “The one with the foot-long cheesy bread?”
“That’s the one.” Daniel chuckled. “Want to meet there?”
“Sounds good.” Jack grinned. “Meet you there at 8:30?”
Daniel smiled back and nodded. “I’ll see you then.”
After a lovely evening of pasta, pizza and good conversation, Jack and Daniel left the cozy Italian restaurant and stepped out into the frozen air.
Daniel stumbled a bit and bumped into Jack’s shoulder. “Sorry.”
Jack to look at him and frowned. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” Daniel shrugged. “I think that last glass of wine was one too many.”
Jack grasped Daniel by the shoulders to steady him. “I can’t, in good conscience, let you drive home like this.”
Daniel gestured over his shoulder with his thumb. “Nah, it’s okay. I took the bus.”
“Daniel.” Jack bit back a smirk. “Let me drive you home.”
“I don’t want you to go out of your way.” Daniel licked his dry lips.
“I just want to make sure you get home safe.” Jack’s gaze flicked down to Daniel’s mouth before returning to his eyes. “You know what, I have a better idea. Why don’t you come over to my place for a coffee?”
Daniel smiled a shy smile. “Coffee sounds great.”
“Alright, come on.”
The two men got into Jack’s car and drove to Jack’s apartment.
“Nice place.” Daniel commented as he stepped inside the front door and looked around.
“Thanks.” Jack put his coat in the closet and held out his hand for Daniel’s.
Daniel shed his jacket and wandered farther into the living room.
Jack hung Daniel’s jacket next to his before proceeding into the kitchen to make coffee. “Make yourself at home.” He called over his shoulder as he puttered around the kitchen.
Daniel sat down on the sofa and took off his shoes.
“You want a mocha?” Jack asked.
Daniel chuckled. “Am I that predictable?”
“Hey, if you find something you like, there’s no shame in sticking with it.” Jack entered the living room carrying two mugs and handed one to Daniel before sitting next to him on the sofa. “Fresh out of cookies though, sorry.”
Daniel smiled and took a sip of coffee. “That’s okay.”
They sat for a while just sipping their coffee until Daniel broke the silence.
“This is nice.”
“Yeah.” Jack set his mug down on the coffee table and rested one arm along the back of the sofa behind Daniel’s head.
Daniel glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and tried to hold back a smile. He leaned back a little so his neck made contact with the gentle bend of Jack’s elbow.
Jack lifted brought his hand up to stroke the hair on the back of Daniel’s head.
Daniel smiled and closed his eyes.
Jack cleared his throat. “Daniel?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m going to kiss you now.”
“Okay.”
Jack stilled his hand on the back of Daniel’s head and leaned forward to press their lips together gently.
Daniel smiled into the kiss and licked his lips when Jack pulled back, hoping to catch any lingering taste of Jack’s lips. He opened his eyes and set down his coffee. “Jack.” He said conversationally.
Jack cleared his throat again. “Daniel?”
Daniel leaned closer to Jack. “I’m going to kiss you back now.” Without waiting for a response from Jack, he sealed their lips together. He held Jack’s head firmly in his hands as they kissed. His hands tightened in Jack’s hair and he pulled back slightly to look into Jack’s eyes.
Jack stood and held out his hand to Daniel. “Stay for breakfast?”
Daniel grinned, his eyes crinkling, and took Jack’s hand.
Jack helped Daniel up and led him down the hallway to the bedroom. They quietly undressed each other, stealing kisses until they were down to their underwear. Jack drew back the covers and sat on the bed.
Daniel placed his glasses on the bedside table and sat next to Jack. He took a shaky breath.
Jack rested his hand on the back of Daniel’s neck and drew him close enough that he could press their foreheads together. “Hey,” he whispered, “no pressure.” He stroked behind Daniel’s ear with his thumb. “Okay?”
Daniel nodded. “It’s not like I’ve never done this but, I just-”
“Whatever you’re comfortable with. If you want to spend the night just sleeping, that’s okay.”
Daniel nodded again and scooted back farther on the mattress so he could lay down comfortably.
Jack stretched out next to him. “We can just lie here and see if it leads anywhere.” He ran his fingers down Daniel’s bicep.
Daniel kissed him and slipped an arm around his waist.
They spent the night basking in sweet kisses and soft caresses until they both drifted off to sleep wrapped in each other.
Chapter 2 -->
Author: milanthruil
Genre: AU
Rating: PG-13
Words: 2,000
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson
Pairings: Jack/Daniel
Warnings: None
Summary: Two men meet in a coffee shop. The rest is fate.
He’d seen him several times. The tall, blue-eyed man who went by the name of Daniel. He walked in the door of Jack’s coffee shop every Tuesday at 10am and always ordered the same thing: a sixteen ounce mocha and a chocolate walnut cookie. He always said please and thank you and gave Jack a shy smile when Jack brought the order to his usual spot by the fireplace. When it wasn’t busy, they would often spend time chatting about the week’s news and what was going on in their lives. Sometimes Daniel showed up with another man and they would sit in the corner with their heads close as they talked quietly, but for the last two months he’d been showing up alone.
But that particular day it was almost an hour until closing and Jack’s blue-eyed regular had yet to show his face.
Jack was wiping down the side table at Daniel’s usual place when the chimes above the door tinkled. He looked up and grinned. Jack walked over to the register, tucking the dish rag into one of the front pockets of his apron as he went
“Welcome back, Daniel.” He greeted cheerfully as Daniel approached. “Let me guess, sixteen ounce mocha and a chocolate walnut cookie.” Daniel blushed a little but nodded his head, melting snowflakes sparkling in his hair. Jack stopped him as he pulled out his wallet. “This one’s one the house.”
“But-”
“Aht!” Jack held up his index finger and pointed it in Daniel’s face. “But me no buts. You just go sit and I’ll bring everything over to you when it’s ready.”
Daniel blinked at him. “Um, thank you, Jack.”
Jack started making the coffee and smiled when Daniel sat in his usual spot, placing a duffle bag on the floor. He quietly observed the other man while he waited for the coffee to finish.
The other man’s shoulders were slumped and he looked to be trying his best to disappear into his chair.
Jack frowned. He poured Daniel’s mocha into a mug and then acted on a sudden impulse before taking his order over to him and placing the items on the side table.
Daniel looked up in surprise at finding an extra cookie on the saucer next to his coffee.
Jack shrugged. “You looked like you could use a bit of a pick-me-up.”
Daniel smiled a sadder version of that shy smile of his. “Thank you.” He took a bite of the freshly-warmed cookie and washed it down with a sip of mocha. He leaned back into his chair with a sigh as he let the aroma of coffee float up to his nose.
Jack sat in the chair next to him and, after several long minutes of silence while Daniel ate and drank, he leaned forward with his forearms across his knees. “Look, Daniel, I don’t mean to pry,” he said, “but is everything okay?”
Daniel let out a pained laugh and took a sip of coffee before shaking his head. “No.” He took a big bite of the second cookie and another sip of coffee. “Stephen kicked me out this morning and told me the only time he ever wants to see my ass in our apartment again is if I’m there to collect all my stuff. I was on the phone all day trying to get ahold of my friends to see if they could spare some space until I can find an apartment, but none of them answered.” Daniel put the coffee and cookie down and scrubbed a hand through his hair, making it stand on end. He clenched his fist and brought it down to his lap. “God, after four years he just suddenly decides he doesn’t want me around anymore.” He sighed and shook his head. “That’s not entirely true. It had been less than great for months. We were fighting all the time lately.” He wrapped his arms around his chest and tucked his hands into his armpits. “Honestly, I should have seen it coming, but I didn’t.” Daniel uncrossed his arms and plucked up his mug of coffee, holding it close to his body.
Jack rubbed the side of his thumb over his lower lip while he watched Daniel take a sip of coffee. “If you don’t mind me saying so, he’s a fool for letting you go.”
Daniel’s eyes widened, his eyebrows reaching for his hairline. “Oh. Um.”
Jack looked down at his hands and noticed the time on his watch. “Damn, I better close up.”
“I suppose I should get go-”
“Nah.” Jack waved a hand at him. “You sit and finish your coffee.” He stood and patted Daniel on the shoulder as he went to go start closing up shop, leaving a bewildered Daniel staring after him.
Daniel finished his cookie and sipped the last of his coffee as he watched Jack puttering around the shop. He stood and brought his dishes to Jack who stuck them in the dishwasher.
Jack leaned back against the cabinets, his hand resting on the counter. “Would like to go out for a drink?”
Daniel shoved his hands in his pockets. “Jack, I-”
“Hey,” Jack reached up and squeezed Daniel’s shoulder, “it’ll just be two buddies having a drink. Nothing more.”
Daniel took a deep breath and nodded. “Thanks.” He walked over to his chair and retrieved his duffle bag.
Jack put an arm around Daniel’s shoulders as they walked out into the snow. “And if you need a place to crash, you’re welcome to my couch.”
It turned out that Daniel hadn’t needed Jack’s couch after all. He’d gotten a call from his friend Sam saying that she was so sorry and that she had an extra room for him if he still needed it. When Sam arrived to pick him up, Daniel had hugged Jack, thanked him, and followed Sam out the door with his duffle bag slung over his shoulder. Jack had watched him go and tossed back the rest of his beer before paying his tab and heading home.
The following two weeks passed in a blur and Jack and Daniel barely had time to talk to each other beyond their usual interaction of Daniel ordering coffee. However, in a fortuitous turn of events, Daniel came in one morning when the coffee shop wasn’t busy and ordered his usual. He sat in his usual chair and Jack brought over his coffee. They talked for a bit about life and Daniel’s apartment hunt, which, so far, hadn’t been going too well.
“There’s nothing in my current price range.” Daniel had sighed.
The morning continued as Jack fixed more orders for other customers and Daniel sat and sipped his coffee.
Jack was wiping down the ‘pick-up’ counter when Daniel got up to leave. “Hey, Daniel,” he waved him over, “c’mere a sec.”
Daniel approached the counter. “What’s going on, Jack?”
Jack leaned both hands on the counter. “Do you want to get dinner sometime?”
“Um, yeah.” Daniel scratched the back of his neck. “I’d like that.”
“Would tonight work for you?”
Daniel nodded. “Yeah, tonight is good.” He pushed his glasses back up his nose. “Do you know that Italian place down on Stewart?”
Jack licked his lips. “The one with the foot-long cheesy bread?”
“That’s the one.” Daniel chuckled. “Want to meet there?”
“Sounds good.” Jack grinned. “Meet you there at 8:30?”
Daniel smiled back and nodded. “I’ll see you then.”
After a lovely evening of pasta, pizza and good conversation, Jack and Daniel left the cozy Italian restaurant and stepped out into the frozen air.
Daniel stumbled a bit and bumped into Jack’s shoulder. “Sorry.”
Jack to look at him and frowned. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” Daniel shrugged. “I think that last glass of wine was one too many.”
Jack grasped Daniel by the shoulders to steady him. “I can’t, in good conscience, let you drive home like this.”
Daniel gestured over his shoulder with his thumb. “Nah, it’s okay. I took the bus.”
“Daniel.” Jack bit back a smirk. “Let me drive you home.”
“I don’t want you to go out of your way.” Daniel licked his dry lips.
“I just want to make sure you get home safe.” Jack’s gaze flicked down to Daniel’s mouth before returning to his eyes. “You know what, I have a better idea. Why don’t you come over to my place for a coffee?”
Daniel smiled a shy smile. “Coffee sounds great.”
“Alright, come on.”
The two men got into Jack’s car and drove to Jack’s apartment.
“Nice place.” Daniel commented as he stepped inside the front door and looked around.
“Thanks.” Jack put his coat in the closet and held out his hand for Daniel’s.
Daniel shed his jacket and wandered farther into the living room.
Jack hung Daniel’s jacket next to his before proceeding into the kitchen to make coffee. “Make yourself at home.” He called over his shoulder as he puttered around the kitchen.
Daniel sat down on the sofa and took off his shoes.
“You want a mocha?” Jack asked.
Daniel chuckled. “Am I that predictable?”
“Hey, if you find something you like, there’s no shame in sticking with it.” Jack entered the living room carrying two mugs and handed one to Daniel before sitting next to him on the sofa. “Fresh out of cookies though, sorry.”
Daniel smiled and took a sip of coffee. “That’s okay.”
They sat for a while just sipping their coffee until Daniel broke the silence.
“This is nice.”
“Yeah.” Jack set his mug down on the coffee table and rested one arm along the back of the sofa behind Daniel’s head.
Daniel glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and tried to hold back a smile. He leaned back a little so his neck made contact with the gentle bend of Jack’s elbow.
Jack lifted brought his hand up to stroke the hair on the back of Daniel’s head.
Daniel smiled and closed his eyes.
Jack cleared his throat. “Daniel?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m going to kiss you now.”
“Okay.”
Jack stilled his hand on the back of Daniel’s head and leaned forward to press their lips together gently.
Daniel smiled into the kiss and licked his lips when Jack pulled back, hoping to catch any lingering taste of Jack’s lips. He opened his eyes and set down his coffee. “Jack.” He said conversationally.
Jack cleared his throat again. “Daniel?”
Daniel leaned closer to Jack. “I’m going to kiss you back now.” Without waiting for a response from Jack, he sealed their lips together. He held Jack’s head firmly in his hands as they kissed. His hands tightened in Jack’s hair and he pulled back slightly to look into Jack’s eyes.
Jack stood and held out his hand to Daniel. “Stay for breakfast?”
Daniel grinned, his eyes crinkling, and took Jack’s hand.
Jack helped Daniel up and led him down the hallway to the bedroom. They quietly undressed each other, stealing kisses until they were down to their underwear. Jack drew back the covers and sat on the bed.
Daniel placed his glasses on the bedside table and sat next to Jack. He took a shaky breath.
Jack rested his hand on the back of Daniel’s neck and drew him close enough that he could press their foreheads together. “Hey,” he whispered, “no pressure.” He stroked behind Daniel’s ear with his thumb. “Okay?”
Daniel nodded. “It’s not like I’ve never done this but, I just-”
“Whatever you’re comfortable with. If you want to spend the night just sleeping, that’s okay.”
Daniel nodded again and scooted back farther on the mattress so he could lay down comfortably.
Jack stretched out next to him. “We can just lie here and see if it leads anywhere.” He ran his fingers down Daniel’s bicep.
Daniel kissed him and slipped an arm around his waist.
They spent the night basking in sweet kisses and soft caresses until they both drifted off to sleep wrapped in each other.
Chapter 2 -->