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Spoilers for 'Brief Candle' and 'A Hundred Days', set late season six. NC-17 for sexual situations. Shoo if you're not old enough!
Many many thanks to Nellie *smooch*. You rock!
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If there's one thing Jack knows, it's that Jonas is all for new experiences.
And this is a good one. A *big* good one (mmm...big...). Because Jonas is about to have sex off-world for the first time.
Yeah, so Jack knows that the first time they had sex on Earth, Jonas was technically 'off-world' from his own planet...but that's getting into semantics. And quite frankly, semantics aren't all that important when Jonas is pulling your pants off and pushing you to the ground.
Really, this'll be the first time for Jack, too. If you, you know, just forgot those inconvenient missions where he got trapped off-world or was duped into eating 'fuck-me cake' or something...
Thankfully he's yanked back off the path of evil semanticness (that's a word. It *has* to be), when Jonas' hand yanks something else.
Oh.
*Yeah.*
He realises the reason they never did this before when he groans, loudly. They sure as hell aren't alone, and though Jack's currently incapable of seeing much at all (nothing to do with it being night time - everything to do with the guy who knows his cock *far* too well), he knows where Carter and Teal'c are resting just a few hundred feet away. And though they *so* shouldn't be doing this, he can admit enough to himself that - yeah, okay - knowing that there's a potential audience, that either or both of them could wake up, does act an extra frisson of excitement to an already damn exciting evening.
Well, exciting five minutes. Ever since Jonas gave him *that* look and Jack - instead of reprimanding him and telling him it's not appropriate, *especially* off-world - ran after his lover with a speed that shouldn't have been quite so high on knees that are quite so crappy.
Then there was the fondling and groping, subsequently followed by the kind of making out he thought he'd grown out of *decades* ago (trees so came in handy to rest against when doing said making out - he was *never* complaining about them again).
And now, here he was: spread eagle on the ground, pants around his ankles, a position that should have felt undignified, embarrassing, unbecoming (unbe*coming*? Definitely Jonas' influence...) - anything but the rising (heh) excitement as Jonas pulled his boxer shorts down.
Oh wow. Oh wow oh wow oh wow.
There are certain constants in the universe. Jonas' mouth feeling *fantastic* around his cock was one of them. It wasn't a surprise anymore (after all, this *was* the guy who knew his cock far too well), but somehow that didn't make it any less amazing.
The muscles in his stomach clench as he tries to stop himself from groaning/moaning/turning Jonas over and fucking him senseless - an idea that is growing more appealing with each passing second until...oh...nooo...co...he..raaaant-
Oh, holy fuck.
Jonas is going to kill him.
Not that he minds.
The mouth releases him. He actually whimpers. HIM. He. Actually. Whimpers. And Jonas, that sonofabitch, is GRINNING.
Then there's movement. Pressure on and around his feet, and then, his boots are off. His pants. And - lifting his legs to help, frowning - his boxer shorts.
Crawling back into visual range, Jonas grins. Or has he ever actually stopped? It doesn't matter - either way, Jack suddenly realises. He gets it.
And though he does get it (and, in fact, really *wants* to), he frowns. Until Jonas, with that ever-permanent grin, pulls something out of one of the pockets of the vest he's wearing over his BDU's.
Jack's eyebrows go up. Though he's a little surprised, on further consideration he's not in the *least* bit surprised that Jonas was planning this even before they went off-world.
Still...they should prepare for this kind of thing more often - lubricant was always handy. Heh. He could just imagine the look on Hammond's face when *that* requisition request turned up on his desk...
Without needing any further urging Jack *carefully* turns over onto his front, and really, there's something to be said for your top half being fully clothed and your butt half being...well...butt naked. A *very* nice contrast of touch, skin, and temperature.
That's not all that's very nice, because then there's movement, rubbing, and thank God for Jonas' upper body strength (damn knees) and those extremely useful Kelownan sexual techniques as he s l o w l y eases inside.
Mmmm...
Movement stops, when it has to. Jonas lets out a huge, heavy sigh.
Jack shivers. This really is a feeling he will never quite...get used to. But that is most definitely a good-
Jonas moves.
Jack curses.
His fingers flex, searching for something to grab onto, something to *stop the noise from coming out* but all he grasps his dried mud, grass, twigs. Eventually his hands are forced to flatten themselves out anyway, to press the palms against the ground, to help keep his balance as Jonas continues to torment him.
He can hear Jonas' breath turning more ragged as his movements become faster, and some part of his brain feels a great deal of gratitude that he isn't the only one losing his cool, because he is not gonna last much longer, he is *so* not gonna last much longer as he mutters something that may be a name, a curse, or a haiku on the greatness of Jonas' cock - he really doesn't know because his brain, his body is *this* close to-
Jonas grunts. Jerks.
And Jack completely loses it.
The feeling spreads from his groin, taking over his entire body - twitching, tingling, some body parts straining and others just relaxing completely.
When it's over, when his bones have all the consistency of wet noodles and he can feel the warm, relaxed presence of Jonas slipping away from him, he manages to flop onto his back. And just lays there.
Jonas comes back from wherever he moved to and though he won't stay there for long - he can't, not while the others are nearby - he lies next to him, a limp arm thrown over Jack's chest.
Still feeling appropriately blissful and impressed, Jack - never one for overly sentimental mushy stuff - murmurs the first thing that comes to mind:
"He grins too damn much
And has better knees than me
But his dick is *great*."
Jonas says what he always says under these kinds of circumstances.
"Go to sleep, Jack."
~FINIS