Disclaimer - MGM/Gekko/Double Secret own them.
Knowledge of 'Redemption Pts 1 & 2' would help, plus general knowledge of the show. Set late season six.
People that I love (fortunately for them, in a non-sexual way): Hya and Michelle. Thank you!
Feedback would be appreciated.
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One of the advantages of having permanent quarters on base is the access to his own personal toilet and sink.
That's where he is now. Everything grey, everything always grey.
Not that it bothers him.
"Talk too much," The Colonel orders, already inside him.
Jonas holds onto the sink almost bent in half, enjoying the reflection of his face and the man standing behind him. He holds his gaze in the mirror, focusing on the colour of his eyes; and the hands, fingers, digging into his thighs; holding him still.
No movement. Not yet.
He wants it, urgently, his body already humming, so - still staring at Colonel O'Neill - Jonas begins to speak.
"The instability..."
Movement. Jonas' eyes close.
He forces them back open.
"...of the naquad-"
Movement. Jonas' fingernails scratch at the enamel of the sink.
"-riah," He pauses, breathing, loving/hating the tension. "Is direc-"
Movement. He curses uncharacteristically, knowing from the sardonic grin that it amuses his tormentor.
"-tly proportionaaaaaaaaalll..."
It's becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate, but if the expression on the Colonel's face is anything to go by, the same can be said for him.
Deciding his lover deserves some form of punishment, Jonas rocks back against him. His right hand leaves the sink and drifts back to caress a thigh, then moving to just below where they're joined.
"Jonas," His voice growls, making his erection twitch in response. A hand grabs his arm and pins it up against his back before it can ever reach its target.
When the Colonel stops teasing, when the thrusts become faster, Jonas smiles at the victory.
The hand holding his arm in place moves again to grab onto his thigh, so he returns his own hand to the sink.
Only this time, his grip is closer to the wall.
It becomes faster, harder; even despite the Colonel's hold he almost loses his balance - until he finds something metal and secure to wrap his hands around.
He long ago gave up trying to keep his eyes open, holding on to the taps as the thrusts become jerky, unpredictable. The Colonel's close.
Jonas isn't. Not enough. He plans to lower his right hand, finish it himself, but as the Colonel comes, his bites Jonas' shoulder.
And it's more than enough.
He yelps, surprised, his penis and his body quivering as tension races over his skin before releasing itself in one, sudden, mind-destroying blow.
Sanity eventually returns in the form of a content, sweaty pile on the floor.
"Proportional, huh?" A tired, but satisfied voice asks.
Grinning, Jonas nods, panting for breath. "To the size of the burst you're trying to produce, yeah."
"Who knew science could be so disgusting?"
Jonas moves closer to instruct him how *truly* disgusting science can be, shifting on the hard cement floor.
It's not very comfortable there - it never is.
But he really likes the mirror.
~FINIS