Unified Fields
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Title: | Unified Fields, a.k.a. Universal Fields |
Author(s): | Antimony Hayes (Merry) |
Date(s): | 21 March 2001 |
Length: | 1503 words |
Genre(s): | slash, first times, humor, Plot What Plot |
Fandom(s): | The Sentinel |
Relationship(s): | |
External Links: | Universal Fields at Archive of Our Own Unified Fields at 852 Prospect (archived link) |
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Unified Fields is a Jim/Blair story by Merry, original posted under the pseud Antimony Hayes. It was posted on Archive of Our Own in 2008 as Universal Fields.
Summary: "The happy beer-fuck story."
Reactions and Reviews
Why you should read this: It's short, it's cute, it's got wildly bouncy curls...oh, you know what I mean. It's a bit like Francesca's "Nothing On" in premise, and with a briefer execution. The writing here is clean and crisp. It's like eating a pear. A small pear, over too soon. What might throw you off stride: If you can buy the theory that a couple of guys would cuddle even before they caught a clue, then you'll be good to go. Otherwise, you may balk.[1]
I don't think I'm having a Sentinel renaissance, but another little piece of short-and-sweet is Unified fields by Antimony Hayes, a story I read more despite the beer-fuck summary than because of it (truthfully, I couldn't resist a name like Antimony), even though the summary is essentially accurate.[2]
Merry calls it “the happy beerfuck story,” a phrase that's not only just right, but it makes me laugh out loud.“Jim smelled like motor oil and sweat and the really bad curry we hadn't eaten that was still spread out over the coffee table. He hadn't showered, and I was pathetically glad. The combination of sports and beer and affection and bad food and our first night off since the Reagan era had turned my insides to mush. I pushed my head back into Jim's arm and he tightened it around me and the mush turned to vapor, lighter than air. I had a second of guilt like lightning to the gut over getting off on Jim's innocent little show of friendly warmth - and then figured, fuck it. What he didn't know wasn't gonna hurt him.” [3]
References
- ^ eliade, Sentinel Recs 2001
- ^ the flambeau factory: recommendations 2001
- ^ 2007 comments at Crack Van