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Oh dear, it's another Jack/Jonas...but with a faint hint of Sam/Jack. I'm rating this NC-17, purely because I'm paranoid. Set late season six, spoilers for 'Shades of Gray'.
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General Hammond grants him permission to leave the base - though only after Colonel O'Neill speaks with him. A team building exercise he calls it, something that'll help SG-1 function more smoothly.
The implication is obvious: something that will help Colonel O'Neill and him function more smoothly.
So the General grants Jonas permission to leave the base, thinking the reason has something to do with the Colonel finally lightening up.
The fact of the matter is, there are only so many times the security camera in his quarters can 'malfunction' before someone gets suspicious.
There are no cameras in the Colonel's house. Not that he's been there (yet), but the Colonel told him (on one of his rare, talkative nights), that ever since the day Maybourne turned up at his house, he sweeps it for every kind of bug imaginable once a week.
Jonas had thought that a little paranoid.
O'Neill had agreed, and then told him to shut up.
He hasn't been in the Colonel's truck before. It's large, imposing.
He likes it.
Jonas wants to ask questions about it but knows that conversation isn't needed or wanted - at least, not yet.
The mission didn't go well today. Sam was hit by a staff blast - fortunately, a glancing blow, but that hadn't stopped any of them worrying about her.
When Dr Fraiser had declared, eventually, that Sam was definitely going to be okay, she'd also insisted that they all leave and get some rest - she'd even threatened to arm wrestle the Colonel unless he went home.
At the time Jonas had been disappointed that he hadn't taken her up on the offer, but not long afterwards he forgot about that when Colonel O'Neill cornered him in the elevator, and told him they were both spending the night as his place.
So Jonas has questions. He always has questions. But he sits quietly in the truck, watching the sky and the sidewalk as they roll by.
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There's wood. A lot of it. But somehow it seems to fit the personality of the man who lives there.
As they leave the truck the Colonel speaks loudly and (apparently) happily about hockey, and it's only when he spies a neighbour in the front yard next door that Jonas understands why.
He responds the best he can, having memorised the rules of the game but not particularly enjoying it.
The Colonel's very convincing; he keeps talking right up until the moment the door closes behind them - and then Jonas finds himself being pushed back against the door.
He'd been intending to explore the house; make some comment about it, but it seems pointless now. All he needs to know is that there's a floor, and a thick door that he likes the feel of against his back.
As always with Colonel O'Neill, it starts quickly.
A hand forces its way between Jonas' butt and the door, pushing their bodies closer, deliberately rubbing their groins together.
His arousal twitches at the contact, liking that *very* much.
But the Colonel backs away, slipping off his jacket. "Get undressed," He orders, hanging the jacket up in the hallway and then continuing to walk away.
Jonas follows.
He begins to strip as he does: divesting himself of the boots, tugging off his shirt. When he reaches the bedroom the bedside lamp is on, and the curtains are in the process of being shut.
Jonas continues to strip, folding his clothes neatly and placing all of them (even his boots, which he has to go back into the hallway for) on top of a set of drawers.
Colonel O'Neill sits on the edge of the bed, tugging his own boots off, and then stands up to undo his pants.
It won't be much more than that - it's never much more than that - but Jonas' erection grows anyway.
As usual the pants and boxer shorts are thrown haphazardly onto the floor. He disappears into the bathroom, then re-emerges with a tube of something. He nods towards the bed.
Jonas knows what he wants this time - sudden, frantic, nothing leisurely - but as he studies Colonel O'Neill's semi-flaccid penis, he wants to help him get to that point.
So Jonas walks towards him but doesn't bend over the bed; instead he suddenly kneels down and takes him into his mouth.
The Colonel curses, the tube falling to the carpet as Jonas tastes him. It really is the most extraordinary feeling - the way he grows, enlarges, inside his mouth.
He strokes, licks, brushes, the sounds the Colonel makes doing *extremely* pleasant things to this own arousal.
Eventually he stops, but only because he's forced to.
A hand on his head. A strangled voice. "Jonas, you gotta..." A gasp. "Stop. Now."
He does, immediately moving until he's bending over the edge of the bed. In what feels like seconds something smooth and moist is smeared over his rear, and then shortly after that, the Colonel is pressing against him.
And then slowly, ever so slowly, slipping inside him.
Closing his eyes, Jonas presses his forehead against the bed. It's too much. It's always. Too much.
And then one of them moves.
It won't last long but Jonas revels in it while it does; the friction, the delicious pressure, of being utterly filled, the sensation of his own erection brushing against the material of the bed as they move faster, faster, fast-
The Colonel jerks; grunts, and the feel and sound of it are enough to set Jonas off too, just a few moments later.
After they recover and move away from each other, Jonas leans his left side against the bed, an arm resting on the covers. As Colonel O'Neill gets to his feet and mutters something about his knees, Jonas looks at him. "She's going to be okay, Colonel."
He spins around, glaring down at him.
Jonas shouldn't have said it. He knew even before he spoke that he shouldn't, but he had anyway.
When the Colonel replies, he's almost abnormally calm. "I told you never to mention her."
"Yeah," Jonas agrees, deciding that after what just happened, he has a right. "I know you did."
~FINIS