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Black Coffee (PG, Jack/Sawyer)

Title: Black Coffee
Pairing: Jack/Sawyer
Summary: Sawyer and Jack bond over a cup of Dharma coffee
Rating: PG
Note: For the most excellent hkath’s birthday, who requested Jack, Sawyer and coffee. Claiming for fanfic100, prompt Taste.




Two things hit Jack when he walked into the hatch -- Frank Sinatra was belting “I Get a Kick Out of You” at top volume and the whole place smelled like a Starbuck’s.

Jack stopped dead, letting the aroma of freshly brewed coffee envelop him like an old lover slipping an arm through his.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had coffee. Probably that morning, in Sydney. Three months ago or more. He hurried to the kitchen, unconsciously licking his lips.

He was only slightly surprised to see Sawyer leaning against the counter, looking incongruously tan in that artificial lighting, every inch the beach bum in his frayed plaid shirt and faded jeans.

By now, the song had changed to “I’ve Got You Under My Skin,” and Sawyer was singing along, surprisingly well, with Frank, I’ve tried so, not to give in ...

“Damn, that smells good,” Jack interrupted.

Sawyer looked up with a ready grin. “Don’t it, though?” He raised his head and sniffed, like a dog. “Good timing, Doc. ‘s almost ready.” He tapped on the side of the battered coffee pot on the counter.

“Since when has there been coffee?” Jack demanded sharply, going from delighted to peevish that they’d all been holding out on him this whole time.

“Well, I think the ancient Africans first cultivated it ...” Sawyer began, breaking off with a laugh at Jack’s impatient grimace. “Since it fell from the sky, Jacko. Tried brewing some over my own li’l fire -- didn’t work out so well,” he sighed. “So I came to the only stovetop for the next three million miles or so.”

“So no one else knows there’s coffee?” Jack held out his hands, fingers outspread, like he was trying to get the answer to whether anyone had punched in the numbers lately.

“Well, maybe someone else snagged themselves a bag o’ Dharma Brand java from the latest drop, all I know is I got mine.” Sawyer’s eyes lit up on the word “mine.”

He opened the cabinets and got out two mugs. “How do you take yours, Doc?”

Jack had already been running over the list of goods and services he was willing to trade for a cup of that coffee, so it took him a second to reply. “There isn’t any cream, is there?”

“Nah, just some of this powdered shit,” Sawyer said, holding up a thin canister with the familiar Dharma logo. “Want some?”

“Yeah, why not?” Jack said, edging closer to the source of that sinful scent.

“Take sugar?”

“No!” Jack recoiled in mild horror. “I was never a caramel frappucccino kind of guy.”

“Hey, just what you see, pal,” Sawyer jibed as he poured coffee expertly into both mugs. He stepped back so Jack could stir some of the creamer into his coffee.

Sawyer held the mug in both hands, like a little kid with a mug of cocoa, and closed his eyes as he took the first sip. “’s good,” he said, practically purring.

Jack laughed as he blew into his. “You doing a commercial?”

Sawyer leaned back against the counter and cocked one eyebrow at Jack. “What’cha waitin’ for there, Doc? Judgment day?”

“Too hot. Cream usually cools it off.” Jack sidestepped Sawyer and reached into the freezer and grabbed an ice cube, which he plopped into his mug, stirring until it melted.

Sawyer snorted in disgust. “Watery, weakass coffee with powdered crap. Don’t blame me if yours tastes like shit.”

Jack finally took that first taste. “No, it’s ...” He took a bigger sip and then started to laugh. “Sawyer, this is terrible.”

“Yeah, I know,” Sawyer said with a conspiratorial chuckle. He shrugged and took another sip. “Hell, it’s Dharma. What else did you expect?”

Jack sighed and swirled the liquid in his mug. “Well, it smelled fantastic.”

”Yeah, well Dharma ain’t got nothin’ on Folger’s.”

“Still, it’s coffee,” Jack pointed out. “And at this point I’d settle for instant.”

“I’d kill for a cigarette.” Sawyer’s fingers drummed against his mug. “Coffee and cigarettes. Nothin’ better. ‘Cept a nice cold beer and a cigarette.”

“Nothing?” Jack couldn’t help grinning.

“OK, then, Doc,” Sawyer cocked his head with a sly smile, as if Jack had just issued him a challenge. “Nothin’ like a good smoke after sex.”

“Or making someone coffee in the morning,” Jack added.

“Wakin’ up to the smell of coffee someone made for you,” Sawyer corrected him.

Jack dropped his head, conceding the point. “You know what I used to love? When you go out for a really nice dinner and they’ve cleared the table but you’re still finishing your wine-- red wine, of course -- and they’ve already brought your coffee, so you’re maybe still taking a sip of wine and then you take a sip of coffee, just those two flavors on your tongue at once...”

Sawyer raised an eyebrow, letting out an amused snort. “So that’s how you’d talk them into dessert back at your place, Doc? Two flavors on your tongue at once...” He affected a Los Angeles accent, mimicking Jack’s rapt enthusiasm.

“Yeah, so what was your line, Sawyer?”

“Let’s see ... Hello?” Sawyer smirked as he stretched out his long legs, crossing them at the ankles. He raised his mug and finished off his coffee, licking the spare drops off his lower lip.

Jack shook his head, feigning disgust, but enjoying this easy camaraderie too much to really mind Sawyer being his usual arrogant self. “God, I've missed real coffee. I still remember the best coffee I ever had -- an espresso in Venice.”

“Venice, like next to Santa Monica?”

“Venice, Italy. Just the way it hit your tongue...” Jack opened his mouth, trying to find the right spot with his pinky. “Here,” he said, dabbing approximately at the right taste bud.

He didn’t think anything of it -- he was too busy recalling the taste of that double macchiato and how he’d gone to two or three different cafés to avoid being thought strange for ordering too many in a row -- when he caught Sawyer’s odd gaze.

“What?”

“You really... like your coffee,” Sawyer laughed, mouth quirked in a smile that might verge on admiration. “Thought I was fond of the stuff, but for you, man, it’s an aphrodisiac.”

Jack’s face felt warm, and not just from the coffee. “Sorry. Guess I got carried away. It’s just been so long.”

Sinatra was still singing. A trip to the moon, on gossamer wings, it was one of those things.

“Soooo, another cup?” Sawyer asked as he stood up and reached for Jack’s mug. Jack handed it over without thinking. Too hot not to cool down, Sawyer chimed in as Ol’ Blue Eyes crooned the words.

“I’ll take it black this time,” Jack added and Sawyer nodded, handing back the mug brimming full. Jack hesitated before drinking. “Maybe I shouldn’t. I’ll never sleep tonight.”

“You never sleep anyway,” Sawyer noted, as if it were common knowledge.

“True,” Jack said and tipped the mug to his lips.

“Tell you what, Doc,” Sawyer offered, slumping down again so that his body was propped up by one elbow on the counter and his boots against the opposite cabinet. “You can’t sleep, you come find me. We’ll break open some of that Dharma wine.”

“Red?”

“Red,” Sawyer nodded.

“Deal,” Jack grinned into his mug as he finished his coffee.


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kataclysmic
Sep. 13th, 2006 09:24 am (UTC)
I don't drink coffee, I don't even like coffee, but man if I ain't craving a cup after that. It was just delicious!
halfdutch
Sep. 13th, 2006 05:13 pm (UTC)
Ooh, great praise! ;) *raises a cup to you*
sassafras224
Sep. 13th, 2006 10:41 am (UTC)
I don't know how you manage to make a story about something as mundane as COFFEE be so compelling, but DAMN. The descriptions and dialogue and everything were so vivid, it was like I was watching this scene instead of just reading it. I can totally imagine Sawyer listening to Frank Sinatra (he's classy like that, in an unpredictable sort of way), but my favorite part is Sawyer's pick-up line being "hello." *sigh* How true.

Great, now I have "I've Got You Under My Skin" stuck in my head. Thanks a LOT.

Now I'm imagining Sawyer singing it, so the 'thanks a lot' is sincere, not sarcastic.
halfdutch
Sep. 13th, 2006 05:16 pm (UTC)
Thank you! *grins* There is something kind of old school about Sawyer, isn't there? I'm glad the Sinatra seemed to fit! ;)
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halfdutch
Sep. 13th, 2006 05:18 pm (UTC)
*grins*

Thank you! ;)
guineverekay
Sep. 13th, 2006 12:12 pm (UTC)
Mmmmmmm

Coffee. Sawyer. Sinatra.

What a way to start my morning.

Bless your heart :)
halfdutch
Sep. 13th, 2006 05:27 pm (UTC)
Glad to be of service! ;) *bows, refills your cup*
gottalovev
Sep. 13th, 2006 12:29 pm (UTC)
you raised to the challenge marvelously! wow, this is a great bonding moment. I can see them both so well, how you describe their posture and actions! and Sawyer singing along like that? the idea almost made me purr!

“Tell you what, Doc,” Sawyer offered, slumping down again so that his body was propped up by one elbow on the counter and his boots against the opposite cabinet. “You can’t sleep, you come find me. We’ll break open some of that Dharma wine.”

=D

oh yeah. that puts great images in my head too.
halfdutch
Sep. 13th, 2006 05:53 pm (UTC)
Why, thank you kindly! Glad it hit the spot. ;)
ladynutmeg
Sep. 13th, 2006 02:08 pm (UTC)
That was utterly effing brilliant.

Damnit, shouldn't have read it just after waking up and before stopping for my own daily drug, though.

That was so lovely and real and I TOTALLY know how Jack feels -- even if I didn't get that way over the first cup of the day, it would be perfectly, flawlessly clear.

I also dearly, dearly love Sawyer's 'hello' line. (And what person in their right mind wouldn't fall for either of the boy's pickup lines, honestly. I mean, Sawyer hello, or Jack waxing poetic about decadent beverages...

What a grand way to start the morning. And now, to go get coffee!
halfdutch
Sep. 13th, 2006 05:55 pm (UTC)
Mmm, thank you! ;) Love my coffee too, just the way Jack does! With cream (or half 'n' half) and with wine is very nice. Enjoy that cup of java!
foxxcub
Sep. 13th, 2006 02:46 pm (UTC)
When you go out for a really nice dinner and they’ve cleared the table but you’re still finishing your wine-- red wine, of course -- and they’ve already brought your coffee, so you’re maybe still taking a sip of wine and then you take a sip of coffee, just those two flavors on your tongue at once...”

I love you SO. MUCH.
halfdutch
Sep. 13th, 2006 05:56 pm (UTC)
*beams*

Yep, that's pretty much me, Mary Suing my love of coffee through Jack. ;)

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zelda_zee
Sep. 13th, 2006 03:51 pm (UTC)
I read this last night - and read it again just now, with my morning coffee.

First of all, this story rocks.

Secondly, I love coffee and I love Sinatra (I have 12 Sinatra records) and a story built around either would thrill me, but both? I love the Sinatra providing the subtext. It's the most salient clue that there's anything more here than a couple of guys enjoying a pot of coffee together.

There is so much to love about this fic. For instance, this line:

Jack stopped dead, letting the aroma of freshly brewed coffee envelop him like an old lover slipping an arm through his.

That is just so wonderful, so vivid. It conveys so much - memory, nostalgia, the scent itself, the physical sensation - so much in that single sentence.

I loved Sawyer joking about coffee coming from Africa. I loved that he just offered Jack a cup like it was no big deal, while Jack was trying to figure out what he'd be willing to trade for it.

And then, you make me not only crave coffee, but a cigarette as well. Not fair! I don't even smoke anymore!

Yeah, so what was your line, Sawyer?”

“Let’s see ... Hello?”


Works for me. ;)

And a lovely ending, that gives us the possibility of caffeine-stimulated Jack & Sawyer bonding further in the dark of night over bottles of Dharma Merlot. How utterly wonderful.

Thanks for this, it was just what I needed and I didn't even know it.
halfdutch
Sep. 13th, 2006 06:59 pm (UTC)
OMG, thank you! *squees*

I didn't know where to go with the coffee prompt at first -- meeting up in a diner in the real world? Cozy beakfast in bed? And then this kind of came to me, along with all of my own feelings about coffee, even if I drink a lot less of it than I used to. It just goes so well with everything, doesn't it? And that led to the wine idea, which gave me my note to go out on. ;)

So glad it was what you needed! I was going to just go for jazz in the background and then Sinatra clicked in and those few lines made some nice subtext. I'm very happy to hear that worked!

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crowgirl13
Sep. 13th, 2006 04:51 pm (UTC)
I read this when I was all groggy, sipping at my first cup of coffee. Better than biscotti, sweeter than espresso laced with a spoonful of honey...man oh man, this was the perfect fic to wake up to! I was whistling as I ambled down the street to work, which *never* happens on a Wednesday...and all thanks to you.

It seems like everyone hit on the specific points I find shiny already - your description of that first smell of coffee, Sawyer and Sinatra, the subtext, mingled taste of red wine and coffee [a favorite blend of mine too]. Though this bit was the clicher for me:

He didn’t think anything of it -- he was too busy recalling the taste of that double macchiato and how he’d gone to two or three different cafés to avoid being thought strange for ordering too many in a row --

Even if I didn't work at a coffeehouse, I'd be drinking macchiatos today.

Yay for Jack, Sawyer and Coffee!

Though... Silly ol' Sawyer! Everyone knows that 'They got a lot of coffee in *Brazil*'! Africa indeed.:D
halfdutch
Sep. 13th, 2006 07:08 pm (UTC)
*mwaaaaah*

Thank you, dear! You're making me blush!

And damn, since I'd worked at a Starbuck's, I could go all over Italy ordering my doppio macchiato every morning. ;) Although decaf Americano is usually my drug of choice these days.

And y'know ... I did some research and Ethiopians are credited with first discovering coffee. And there's coffee from Kenya and some other African countries, as well as countries in Asia that grow coffee. It's that Starbuck's education, LOL. And one of my favorite coffees of theirs is Ethiopian Sidamo. Very smooth and almost nutty. Mmm. Not available in decaf, alas, but worth losing some sleep over. ;)

And I have a children's book with a story about a little African boy (what country, they don't say) and his poor starving goat who ends up feeding on the coffee beans. He and his father can't eat the beans, so they throw them in the fire and then they wake up to the smell of roasting coffee and voila -- coffee is born! So I decided Sawyer had read the same book as a kid. ;)

hkath
Sep. 14th, 2006 12:34 am (UTC)
Ooh. Now I wanna try wine & coffee :D

This made me crave coffee & cigarettes like crazy! Mmmmmm... thank you!!
halfdutch
Sep. 14th, 2006 05:59 am (UTC)
Yaaay! ;) My pleasure, hon. For once, the muse took a prompt and ran with it.
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halfdutch
Sep. 14th, 2006 06:01 am (UTC)
I don't even drink coffee, but this fic made me want some.

Thank you! That's such a lovely compliment! And I love when they get past their animosity too and actually enjoy each other's company.
jenthegypsy
Sep. 14th, 2006 02:31 am (UTC)
Sweeeeeet! The fic, not Jack's coffee, I mean. This is how I like Jack and Sawyer best - the easy moments with quiet, friendly banter. Very nicely done.

Say, should we introduce your coffee fic to my banana pudding fic? Maybe someone will write a filet mignon fic, then a banquet can ensue!
halfdutch
Sep. 14th, 2006 06:03 am (UTC)
*mwaah* Thank you! ;)

Ooh, there was a banana pudding fic? Yes, let's! I know I've read Oreo fic and gummi bear fic and you'd think there'd be a nice, juicy steak fic in there somewhere too. ;D
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cmonkatiekatie
Sep. 14th, 2006 02:54 am (UTC)
I want to call it charming, but that doesn't seem like enough, and yet it just so was. Being feedback deficient sucks! But I did just completely love that.

(And the end kinda leaves it wide open for a sequel...maybe??)
halfdutch
Sep. 14th, 2006 06:04 am (UTC)
Aww, I'll take it. Thanks! *beams*

And didn't you write a hilarious fic with the boys breaking into a case of Dharma wine ...? ;)
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rawkin_ur_sox
Sep. 14th, 2006 03:26 am (UTC)
This was incredibly sexy. Probably doesnt seem like the right word, but it definitely was. Even if it was subtle sexiness. ;)

Sinatra compliments coffee so well, and even though it's really late and I should be asleep, like everyone else i'm craving a cup like woah.

I heart you for that. Oh & btw.
I want a sequel. Do it.

*adds to memories*
halfdutch
Sep. 14th, 2006 06:29 am (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad that it was sexy, even if subtly so. ;) Jack, Sawyer, coffee, Sinatra -- definitely some of my favorite things. Glad you agree! Thx! And oh man - sequel? I have so many fics to get to, it's not even funny. But then again, this one snuck ahead of those, so never say never!
eponine119
Sep. 14th, 2006 03:45 am (UTC)
I just loved this. It has kind of a warm, homey feel that matches the coffee idea perfectly. And I like how it's a little flirty, but also comfortable between them.
halfdutch
Sep. 14th, 2006 06:31 am (UTC)
Thank you! That's lovely to hear. And your fb gives me a nice warm, fuzzy feeling! ;)
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