He tortures himself with that disc. He's kept it in his office for years, wondering whether Jack will ever notice it, whether it was really him. Hard to forget those hands, though...
And he never plays it. Not since he had bought the record and played it the whole of 1984, so often that the grooves in the vinyl wore down to nothing but scratching sibilance and his pronunciation of Portuguese was jazz singer perfect. One day, years later, he had found the CD in a discount bin and picked it up on a whim, taken it home and unwrapped it, but couldn't bring himself to play it.
When they met, he hadn't connected the cold, closed off colonel to the warm, smiling man locked away in his memory, not for a long time.
Much later he had realized it was possible to fall in love with a Jack for a whole slew of different reasons, and had told himself that loving a Jack for trust and friendship and loyalty was better than loving a Jack whose hands and lips and cock were so perfectly right. That stuff was just superficial, right? Though sometimes, in the abyss of night, the years of celibacy weighed.
So now Jack remembers? Daniel doesn't know how to reconcile the young student who turned tricks to make ends meet with the respected scientist who's considered a role model and hero. He can't be that whore. It's just not allowed.
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Date: 2006-08-04 02:04 am (UTC)And he never plays it. Not since he had bought the record and played it the whole of 1984, so often that the grooves in the vinyl wore down to nothing but scratching sibilance and his pronunciation of Portuguese was jazz singer perfect. One day, years later, he had found the CD in a discount bin and picked it up on a whim, taken it home and unwrapped it, but couldn't bring himself to play it.
When they met, he hadn't connected the cold, closed off colonel to the warm, smiling man locked away in his memory, not for a long time.
Much later he had realized it was possible to fall in love with a Jack for a whole slew of different reasons, and had told himself that loving a Jack for trust and friendship and loyalty was better than loving a Jack whose hands and lips and cock were so perfectly right. That stuff was just superficial, right? Though sometimes, in the abyss of night, the years of celibacy weighed.
So now Jack remembers? Daniel doesn't know how to reconcile the young student who turned tricks to make ends meet with the respected scientist who's considered a role model and hero. He can't be that whore. It's just not allowed.