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Dream A Little Dream Of Me
By The Huntress
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Jonas Quinn was happy with his new home.
Although he had to live at the Mountain, Sam and Teal'c had made his room more colorful; Sam had jokingly arranged to have his room painted powder blue and Teal'c had put up posters that reflected American culture, such as The Simpsons and Bugs Bunny.
Jack, however, only spoke to him if necessary, frequently snapping at him, until General Hammond finally had enough and asked Jack how Daniel would feel at Jack's treatment of Jonas. Hammond pointed out that Daniel would have probably been appalled at Jack's behavior and it took Jack a couple of days, but he finally went to see Jonas.
He found the young man sitting at an easel, sketching, Jonas smiling as he saw Jack. "I made something for you." Jonas gave him the sketch...it was Daniel.
"Why?"
"Just because," Jonas had answered.
Jack stood there speechless, nodding to Jonas and going home for the night. The next day he returned with a Playstation2 and a stack of games, giving Jonas a lesson in 'Resident Evil'. Within twenty minutes he was ready to pull his hair out; the younger man learned the game immediately and was giving Jack tips on game play. Jack tried some other games, but got the same result. Thinking for a moment, he left and returned shortly with a checker board.
Two hours later Jonas was the one growing frustrated. "I feel stupid."
"I think it's because it's not...electronic," Jack observed. "You've got no problem with computers; the more difficult the game, the easier you learn it."
Jonas ducked his head. "That's always been my problem. Learning things too quickly."
"Tell you what," Jack smiled, "I'm going to find an online checker game that you can practice on. And tomorrow, I'm going to bring some more for you to learn."
"Like what?"
"Board games Jonas. Games that you have to play manually. I have a feeling they're going to be a challenge for you."
Jack had been right. He returned the next morning with Sorry and Life. Watching Jonas learn to play was like watching a toddler learn to walk. The next few weeks saw more board games and Jack was having the time of his life. He was actually smiling again.
He started to spend more time with Jonas, introducing him to more of Earth, getting permission to take him off base. Jack took him out for fast food, picking different places, took him to an Avalanche game and watched Jonas get so involved that the usually sedate scientist started to curse when one of the players missed a goal.
They went to the toy store one day, Jonas picking out some board games, reading the directions meticulously.
On the way out, Jonas got a look at the stuffed toys and just stared at them.
"Never seen a stuffy before?"
"No. Are they made by taxidermists?"
Jack nearly wet his pants. "Uh, no. They're stuffed with...stuff."
"Can I have one?" At Jack's nod, Jonas picked out a tiger. "Do you have any Colonel?"
"Nah, I don't need one."
"You should have one," Jonas nodded. He picked out a cow for Jack, "Because you like to eat meat", grabbing various trading cards while they waited on the checkout line. When the purchase was rung up, Jack took out his wallet, but Jonas beat him to it, pulling out a VISA card.
Jack waited until they were outside before questioning it. "Where did *you* get a VISA?"
"I made it," Jonas smiled.
"You *made* it? How?"
"At the base. I found the basic directions on the Internet and it was pretty easy coding it. Why?"
Jack should have told him it was wrong, that it was illegal. Instead he asked, "Can ya make me one?"
The rest of the day was spent in the mall, with Jack watching Jonas' eyes bug out at every store. The only place Jack wouldn't let him go into was an adult shop, and he said he'd explain it to Jonas some other time. Jack then excused himself to go to the men's room and Jonas took the opportunity to go into the adult shop...which was where Jack found him, mouth hanging open, looking like he was going into cardiac arrest.
"Jonas?"
Jonas turned, cheeks flushed pink. "Sir?" He turned back to the shelf of videos. "I...I've never seen...." He picked up a box. "They're naked."
"O-kay," Jack nodded. "Jonas, maybe you shouldn't be in here."
Jonas was already up the next aisle, staring at some sex toys. "What's that sir? It looks like a...."
Jack, who had seen everything and done everything, in every position known to man (and woman) was surprised to feel his own face grow warm and knew he was beginning to turn red. "It's called a dildo and we're leaving."
"What's it for?"
Jack knew he was blushing now. "I'll tell you later, Jonas. I *really* think we should...."
Jonas was already up the next aisle, looking at magazines. "Oh my." The centerfold dropped out, and he dropped the magazine in shock.
"I'm going to assume pornography does *not* exist on Kelowna."
"No sir."
"Peachy," Jack muttered.
Jonas suddenly grinned. "I want to see more." He looked at a sign. "What's a gang-bang?" He flew up the aisle. "Wow! Can we get some?"
"No," Jack shook his head. "You get back to base with any of those and Hammond will skin me alive."
"But I wanna watch one," Jonas whined. "Please?"
"No you may not," Jack said firmly, as if he were talking to a child.
"But Colonel, how am I supposed to assimilate your culture? The whole purpose of taking me out was to show me more of this world."
'I know I'm going to regret this, but....' Jack thought to himself. Aloud, "Okay Jonas, I give. If you want to watch a porno movie, you can."
"Thank you sir." He picked up a box. "'Naughty Cheerleaders'?"
"No. I have a few at home. Nice...sedate ones. Soft-core. Believe me, you do *not* want to watch *this* your first time out."
"Okay sir. But if it doesn't do anything for me, can we come back for this one?"
"Yeah. Sure. YouBetcha."
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Jack's eyes were wide.
He had just watched Jonas kill off an entire pizza without blinking, followed by four Twinkies and four bottles of Red Dog, which were swallowed as if he were drinking water.
"Okay sir, can I watch the movies now?"
"You sure you're done eating? I still have some food left. You didn't empty my refrigerator yet."
"What else do you have?" Jonas asked.
"I have an apple pie and two pints of ice cream."
"Okay," Jonas grinned.
Jack continued to stare. "How do you eat all that?"
"Janet, er, Doctor Fraiser says that Kelownan's metabolism is ten times that of Earth humans. Do you have any chocolate milk?"
Jack perked up. "We can go buy some. Yeah, let's go to the supermarket."
"But I wanna watch a movie."
Jack glanced at his DVD's, a slow smirk coming to his face. "Movies huh? Okay Jonas. You just sit down and I'll get out one of my favorites."
"Okay."
One hour later, Jonas was huddled in the corner of the couch, terrified.
Jack was enjoying 'Friday The 13th'.
"NO!" Jonas shouted. "DON'T GO IN THERE!" His breathing deepened. "She's going in there sir."
"Of course she is Jonas. People in these movies have *never* seen slasher flicks."
"AHHHH!"
Jack nearly howled with laughter, but decided against it. He just watched Jonas watch the movie. When it was over, Jack kept a straight face, asking, "Want to watch another one?"
"Do innocent campers get killed?"
"No, no campers in this one."
"Okay," Jonas nodded.
Once again Jack hid his smirk, taking out 'Halloween'.
And once again Jonas' reaction was more enjoyable then the movie.
When 'Halloween' ended, Jack shut off the TV. "Okay Jonas, time for bed."
"I'm...I'm ready to go back to the Mountain sir."
"I'm too tired to drive you back. They know you're with me so there's nothing to worry about."
"Yes sir."
Jack showed Jonas to the guestroom, gave him a towel and said goodnight. Jonas just nodded in affirmation and closed the door. It was only then that Jack grinned. 'This was much more enjoyable then porno.' Jack didn't know if he meant the film or Jonas' reaction. He went to bed, exhausted from the day, falling into a deep sleep.
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Jack got up during the night for a drink of water and went down to the kitchen, but stopped when he saw the light on in Jonas' room. He opened the door, only to find Jonas sitting in the corner, a pillow held tight to his chest. His eyes were wide open and he was shaking furiously. "Jonas?" Jack was worried; maybe Jonas was sick. "You okay?"
"I'm scared."
"Of what?"
"I don't want to sleep."
"Why not?"
"I keep hearing things."
Now Jack was concerned. "What things?"
"Just...just noises and stuff."
Jack had a memory flash...Charlie, seven years old, waking from a nightmare, refusing to go back to sleep. "The movies?"
Jonas nodded.
So Jack, without thinking, did what he used to do with Charlie. "You can sleep with me."
"I can?"
Jack sighed. "Yeah, come on." He put out his hand, pulling Jonas to his feet. "My room is killer-free."
"Are you sure?"
"They don't want to mess with me."
"Yes sir."
Jack took Jonas into his room, watching as Jonas ran into the bed and pulled the covers over his head. He climbed in, chuckling. "No more scary movies for you." He lay down and felt the head burrowing under his arm.
"Those movies *were* scary. I don't want to watch anymore like that. You won't make me, will you?"
"No, I won't."
Jonas cuddled closer. "What if I have a bad dream?"
"I won't let that happen," Jack soothed. He reached for the lamp, but Jonas grabbed his arm.
"Leave the light on?"
"Okay, if that's what you want."
Jonas peeked out from under the blanket. "Why did you put in that movie?"
Jack brushed Jonas' hair back, brushing his thumb along his face, pulling him closer. "You have nice eyes...innocent eyes. I'd like it if they stayed innocent, if *you* stayed innocent."
"That's why you didn't want me to watch a...pornographic film."
"Exactly."
"Will you hold me all night?"
"Yeah, I will."
"You won't tell anyone I got scared, will you?"
"No. It's our secret. Now go to sleep."
"G'night sir," Jonas murmured.
"Sweet dreams Jonas," Jack whispered. He held Jonas' head to his chest, realizing that holding Jonas made him feel all warm and mushy. 'Don't even think it.' Jonas snuggled closer and Jack held tighter, kissing the top of Jonas' head, seeing the peaceful look on Jonas' face. 'You are in so much trouble O'Neill. Just when exactly did you lose your heart to this kid?'
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Jack felt the hand on his dick, slowly stroking him, turning to see Jonas with a contented smile, yet still asleep. Jonas' head moved closer, lips on Jack's neck, kissing softly. "Uh, Jonas?"
"Yes Jack?" Jonas whispered back, hand slipping inside Jack's boxers.
"Are you awake?"
"Yes."
"Just checking."
"If you want me to stop Jack, I will."
"I thought you were...."
"A...virgin?" Jonas murmured, stroking Jack harder. "Never said I was. I only said I'd never seen pornography and I haven't." He wrapped his hand around Jack's hard-on. "I never felt anyone this big."
"You've been with men before?"
"Oh yeah. Like 'em better then women." His lips moved over Jack's mouth. "I like to kiss." His tongue insinuating itself between Jack's lips, sucking the air from Jack's lungs. "You like kissing Jack?" Jonas didn't wait for an answer, he just dove in for another kiss, all the while jerking Jack faster. His fingers wound in Jack's hair, deepening the kiss, but stopped stroking him just as Jack was going to spill.
Jack for his part was dizzy. He didn't even notice that Jonas had pushed him on his side, didn't see the leer on Jonas' face, could only moan when the come soaked fingers breached him.
"Can I fuck you Jack?"
"Oh yeah Jonas, get it in there."
Jonas slid in. "So tight Jack. Oh, this is nice."
"Come on Jonas. Do me."
"Yeah Jack...oh yeah...is that good? Do you like?" He grasped Jack's dick, jerking him hard, fast.
"Jonas, gonna...oh shit I'm gonna...."
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"Colonel! Colonel, please wake up!"
"Huh?" Jack's eyes cracked open to see Jonas staring at him. "Why'd you stop?"
"Stop what? I've been trying to wake you up for five minutes."
Jack's eyes flew open and he glanced under the blanket. His sweats were still on, but there was a big wet spot at his crotch. "Oh boy."
"I was worried. You were moaning and you wouldn't wake up. Did you have a bad dream?"
"Jonas, you have *no* idea what kind of dream I was having."
"Was I hurting you in your dream?"
"Why would you ask that?" Jack asked hesitantly.
"You screamed my name as if you were in pain."
Jack swallowed hard. "What time is it?"
"It's about two sir."
"Jonas, I'm sorry for scaring you."
"Yes sir."
"I, uh, have to go to the bathroom. Be right back." Jack jumped out of bed, snatching a fresh pair of sweats out of the drawer as he left.
Jonas sat there, wondering if he should tell Jack exactly what the sleeping colonel had mumbled: Jonas' name over and over. And it wasn't a painful cry either...Jack was moaning in passion. Jonas shook his head. 'Oh no. You are *not* telling him that. He has no recollection of what he dreamed. You probably misunderstood the tone. Yeah, that's it. He wasn't *moaning* your name. He *couldn't* have been moaning your name.' Jonas heard the toilet flush and lay back down, closing his eyes.
Jack got back into bed, glancing over and silently sighed. 'Oh yeah Jack. You are in deep trouble now.' He turned over and went to sleep, hoping for a nice quiet dream where the Goa'uld were torturing him.
As he drifted off, he could have sworn he heard giggling.
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"Colonel, what are you doing?"
"Well I was going to suck you deep into my throat. But if you don't want me to, I won't." Jack sat up. "I have better things to do with my time, ya know."
"Why do you want to do that?"
"Because I like to suck. You got a problem with that?"
"Not at all."
"Good," Jack grinned, "Now shut up so I can continue." Jack sucked Jonas to the root, and Jonas watched, eyes widening as Jack swallowed, sucking harder.
Jonas lay his head back, reveling in the feeling. God this was good. Better then anything he had ever experienced. He lifted his head a bit, "Jack...yes...sooo good...oh yeah...." His head fell back again and his eyes closed. He heard a noise and his eyes opened, only to see the man in the hockey mask standing over the bed with an axe. "Uh, Jack?"
"Lemme alone Jonas. Sucking here."
"But Jack!"
"I'm kinda busy."
Jonas watched as the axe came down. "JAAAACCCCCK!"
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"Jonas, wake up! Jesus Christ I think you woke up the neighborhood." Jonas shot up and threw his arms around Jack's neck, catching his breath. "It was just a bad dream," Jack soothed, hugging back. "It's okay."
"No more scary movies!"
"I'm sorry." Jack's mouth was twitching.
"It's not funny!"
"I know," Jack said softly. "What did you dream?"
"The...the guy in the mask was here with an axe. He swung it and...."
"Now see that," Jack chuckled. "You should have known it was a dream. I wouldn't let an axe-wielding psychopath in the bedroom. I would have heard him."
"You were busy."
"Oh yeah? What was I doing?" Jonas didn't answer, but Jack noticed his face was getting red. "This is going to be good. Tell me."
"You'll be mad at me."
"Now Jonas, why would I be mad about something you dreamed? Come on, give."
"Promise not to hit me?"
"Scout's honor." Jonas stared at him. "It means I promise."
"Okay. You were...you...."
"SPIT IT OUT!"
"YOU WERE BETWEEN MY LEGS PERFORMING ORAL SEX!" Jonas shouted back.
Jack blinked at him. "I was *where*? And doing *what*?"
Jonas backed away. "I...I'll call a cab and go back to the Mountain now."
"Jonas...."
"I don't know where it came from. Maybe from what I saw in that store. I'm sorry. I know you like women and that you'd never do anything like that."
"Jonas, you don't have to leave. It was just a dream. Don't worry about it. Hey, if we could control our dreams, I'd never wake up."
"You're not angry?"
"No, I'm not. Now we need to get some rest. So go back to sleep. Okay?"
"Yes sir." Jonas got back under the blanket and felt Jack's arm come around him, felt his body pulled close.
"No more bad dreams."
Jonas snuggled against Jack again. "Thank you sir."
"Jack."
"Thank you Jack."
"You're welcome Jonas." Jack didn't fall asleep right away, instead watching Jonas again. 'How are you going to tell him you like men better then women? That you like *him*?'
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Jack looked out on the desolate planet, holding his P-90 close. "Stay together kids."
"Yes sir," they all answered in unison.
"Sir, will you look at that." Jonas took off in a sprint.
"Jonas! Damn that kid. Carter, you and Teal'c stay here. I'm going after him." Jack ran fast, and he didn't know how but he managed to catch up to Jonas, tackling him. "You do *not* run off on your own."
"Yes sir," Jonas said shyly, licking his lips.
"What are you doing?"
"Making you horny." Jonas noticed something. "Uh, sir, we're sinking."
"Oh shit. Quicksand!" Jack let go of Jonas for a moment, reaching for the branch of a tree. He managed to grasp it and turned to Jonas, but didn't see him. "Jonas?" Feeling around he managed to get a hold of Jonas' jacket, pulling them both onto solid ground. Jonas lay on his back, unmoving. "Jonas, Jonas speak to me." Jack checked for a pulse, thankful when he found one. "Thank God. Hey, c'mon kid. Open those bright eyes...smile for me."
Jonas' eyes slowly fluttered open. "Jack?"
Jack just held him. "I thought...you went under. I thought I'd lost you."
Jonas reached out with a finger. "You're crying. Are you sad?"
"No," Jack shook his head, "I'm happy. I don't want to lose you."
"Why?"
"Because I love you." Jack leaned down, hesitant, and when Jonas didn't turn away, he placed a kiss upon Jonas' lips.
"I'm glad Jack, because I love you too." He wiped Jack's tears away again. "Don't cry. I'm okay." Jonas pushed Jack onto his back, undoing his pants, slowly lowering them. He laved Jack's length, teasing the head with his teeth.
"Jonas stop laughing."
"I'm not laughing Jack. You hear laughing?"
"I thought I...uh, no...forget it. Just get back to what you were doing."
"Yes sir." Jonas raised himself, took Jack's dick in his hand, holding it steady, slowly lowering himself. "Am I tight Jack?"
"Like a fucking vise."
"You like a tight ass?"
"Ohhh yeah."
Jack was buried and Jonas began to rock back and forth. "You feel so good inside me." Jonas leered at him. "Want me to come over you?" Jonas began to stroke himself. "Oooh Jack. I'm getting ready to come. You going to join me?"
"Ah Jonas, yes...."
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Jack opened his eyes and groaned to himself. 'Dammit! What is it with the fucking dreams tonight? The least they could do is go on until the end. And crying too. Since when do I cry, even in my dreams? And where the hell did that laughter come from?' He turned to Jonas, who was still snuggled against him. 'How did you manage to squirm into my heart in such a short time?' Jonas flinched in his sleep and Jack kissed him gently. "Shhh, I'm here." Jonas immediately calmed. 'Yep. You went and did it Jack. You fell...head over combat boots. You're in love with ET. Let's just hope he doesn't decide to phone home.' He lay his head atop Jonas' then suddenly sat up, hearing a very soft giggle. He tried to focus on it, but then it was gone. Jack quickly shook his head. 'No more scary movies for *you* Jack.'
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Jonas was running. He looked around, seeing nothing but the forest, yet heard the sound of a chainsaw. He picked up the P-90 but there were no clips left. He'd shot this guy about twenty times but the guy kept coming. "Why didn't I listen? He told me to stay close to camp, but did I? No. I couldn't go to the bathroom nearby. I had to have more privacy. So what do I do? I get lost."
"JONAS!" Jonas glanced up, seeing Jack running towards him. "Where have you been?"
"I...Jack, there's a guy with a...chainsaw chasing me."
"A chainsaw? Oh no."
"Jack, he's over there!"
"Oh no," Jack repeated. "It's Jason Myers Krueger! He kills people in their dreams with his chainsaw of doom! Run, Jonas, Run!" Jack took off and Jonas followed, but tripped over a log, his leg getting wedged under said log.
"JACK! I'M STUCK!"
"Oh no."
"Would you *stop* saying that!" Jonas was trying to pull his leg out, Jack trying to lift the log. "Lift it Jack! He's getting closer!"
Jack managed to lift the log but saw the maniac ten feet away...he dropped the log.
"OWWWW!"
"Sorry Jonas."
"Jack, whatever happens, I just want you to know...." Jonas didn't finish. The next thing he saw were the teeth of a chainsaw bearing down on them...and he heard someone laughing....
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Jonas woke in a sweat, looked over at Jack and promptly whacked him with the pillow.
Jack shot up. "Huh, wha....?"
"I will *never* watch a scary movie again!" *WHACK* "It's your fault!" *WHACK*
"MY FAULT?!" Jack put his hands over his head as he saw the pillow coming down again.
"YES!" *WHACK* "YOUR FAULT!"
"Oh yeah!" Jack picked up his own pillow. "What is it with you and getting into trouble?" *WHACK* "You never follow orders." *WHACK* "Starting things you don't finish." *WHACK*
They both picked up their pillows and swung them with such force, that they both tumbled backwards, falling off the bed.
Jonas peeked under the bed, seeing Jack lying on the other side. "Sir? Are you okay?"
Jack turned and looked at him. "Yep."
"I want ice cream."
"That's what you have to say? You wake me up at..." Jack glanced at the clock, "...three-thirty in the morning and you want *ice cream*?"
"Yes, I do."
"Me too," Jack found himself replying. He stood up, facing Jonas across the bed. "Ice cream it is. Wait here."
"Alone?!"
"I'll be right back."
Jonas stared after him, looking around the room. "Okay, nothing to be afraid of. They were just dreams, nothing more." He stared at the door. "JACK!"
"I'm here," Jack grinned from the doorway. "All I have are mocha chip and cookie dough." He hopped on the bed. "*I* like both. And knowing *you*, you probably eat both."
Fifteen minutes later, two empty pints were tossed in the trash.
"So, which did you like better?" Jack asked.
"Well, I've tried seventeen different flavors."
"Seventeen?"
"Sam and Janet say that ice cream is good for you."
Jack snickered. "Yep, they would know. And out of the seventeen, which was your favorite?"
"Vanilla."
"Vanilla?"
"What flavor do you like best Jack?"
"If I can get it, pistachio."
"I never had that one." Jonas sat against the headboard. "Is it good?"
"Oh yeah." Jack sat next to him.
"Time to go back to sleep?"
"I don't know if I can," Jack answered honestly.
"Why not?"
"Because all night I've been dreaming."
"About what?"
"You, me, us, together."
"Us?"
"Yeah," Jack nodded, "us."
"Me too."
"I thought you were dreaming about axe murderers?"
"Well I was," Jonas told him, "but we, as in *we*, were in them also. I woke up just before...."
"I know the feeling," Jack replied, feeling the beginnings of a hard-on. "I kept waking up just before I...."
"Just before you what?" Jonas tilted his head in curiosity. "What was *I* doing in your dream sir?"
"Jack. I asked you to call me Jack."
"Tell me...Jack."
"You were running and I caught you but we got stuck in quicksand. You went under and I pulled you out and I was...." Jack was hesitant.
"You were what Jack?"
"I was crying Jonas. I thought you were dead."
"But it was only a dream Jack."
"It seemed so real."
"Yeah, I know," Jonas said. "Mine too."
"What was the last one *you* had, Jonas?"
"We were being chased by the killer and his 'chainsaw of doom'."
"Chainsaw of doom?" Jack began to laugh.
"It's not funny," Jonas tried to stop his own giggles. "You kept saying 'oh no'."
"Did he get us?" Jack asked.
"I dunno. I woke up just as the..." Jonas' eyes grew wide. "...chainsaw was coming down. Jack, it was frightening."
Jack edged closer. "Want me to hold you?"
Jonas smiled softly. "Do you want to?"
"Yes Jonas, I would."
"I love you Jack," Jonas blurted out, then shrunk back. "Oh shit."
A smile slowly crossed Jack's face. "Yeah?"
Jonas nodded and winced, ducking his head. "I'm sorry."
"Why?"
"You don't like men," Jonas stated.
"You do?"
Jonas shook his head. "No, only you. Honest."
"That's good." Jack moved forward and Jonas tried to move away, but he was against the headboard with nowhere to go.
"I...sir...Jack, what are you doing?"
"*I* like men."
"You do?"
Jack sat back and pulled Jonas into his lap so the two were facing. "I do." He kissed Jonas chastely, testing the waters, wanting to make sure Jonas was okay with this. When Jonas didn't move away, Jack kissed him again, this time with a firmer touch. He moved back, studying Jonas' face. "Are you going to say anything?"
Jonas' hand moved to Jack's face, running his fingers along Jack's cheek. Jack turned his head, kissing the palm, looking into Jonas' eyes. Jonas didn't need to say a word.
"Jonas...." Another kiss, and this time Jonas met it, moving his hand around the back of Jack's neck, deepening the kiss. He rained kisses on Jonas' neck, on his shoulders, to his chest. Glancing up, he saw Jonas smiling at him, and his lips moved to a nipple. He gently laved it, hearing Jonas' soft moan and moved to the other nipple, doing the same.
"Jack...."
"Shhh, let me pleasure you." Jack began to suckle, pushing Jonas backwards, Jonas arching his body, allowing Jack's arms to move under him, pulling him closer. He made love to Jonas' nipples for a while, feeling Jonas writhe in his arms, hearing the breathy sighs, the soft moaning, "Yes...oh please...please...." His lips further down Jonas' body, tongue dipping into the navel, Jonas' giggling like music to his ears. A bit further down, until he reached the waistband of the sweatpants. Easing them from Jonas' body, he tossed them aside, looking at the hardened cock staring him straight in the face. He left a soft kiss on the head and felt Jonas' whole body tense. He sat up abruptly, worried that Jonas had changed his mind. But the eyes looking into his told him otherwise. "If you want me to stop, just tell me, and I will."
"Don't stop...don't ever stop...."
Jack's tongue along the length. "Never...." He moved his hand, lightly stroking Jonas' shaft, and slowly moved his mouth over the head. His mouth opened wider and he took Jonas in a little at a time, relaxing his throat as Jonas' cock slid deeper. His head moved up and down, his hands under Jonas' ass, pulling him closer.
No longer in control of his body, Jonas began to buck and writhe, lost in what was being done to him. His hands wound in Jack's hair, pulling him down harder, pushing his cock deeper. "Yessss...." Jack's fingers moved to his mouth and Jonas began to suck on them, as if each one of them was a cock. Thrashing about now, he was unprepared for what Jack did next.
Jack pulled his hand away, moving it down Jonas' body, slowly easing a finger inside Jonas' ass, pushing in and out, in time with his sucking motions. He reached into the nightstand with his free hand, snagging a tube of lube, dropping it on the bed, then somehow managed to get his own sweats off without stopping his other movements. Another finger inside and Jonas couldn't hold out any longer...his come shot down Jack's throat and Jack swallowed, drinking deeply, tasting each and every drop. A third finger entered and Jonas felt as if he were being split in two...but the pain was mixed with pleasure and he pushed back hard, wanting to be filled.
Jack then moved away and Jonas looked at him with total confusion. "I want you to relax for me." He flipped the cap, anointing his fingers, spread Jonas' legs with his free hand, pushing them to his chest. This wasn't the best position for a first time, but Jack had to see Jonas' face. "Close your eyes, and just listen to the sound of my voice. Will you do that for me?" Jonas did. "I want you to take a breath, and let it out. That's good. Now another one. That's it...just relax your body. I'm going to give you so much pleasure Jonas. I'm going to make you feel like you've never felt before." He stroked Jonas' cock again, gathering the spent semen, mixing it with the lube as he stroked his cock. Wiping his hand on the bed, he placed Jonas' legs over his shoulders, pressing against Jonas' tightness, feeling Jonas stiffen up. "Shhh, relax lover, more deep breaths." Jonas listened again, doing what Jack told him. He slowly pushed in, and Jonas' eyes flew open.
"Jack?" His voice was tight.
"I know love, I know. The pain will go away, I promise. Trust me. Now close your eyes again, and just let yourself feel." He pushed past the first ring of muscle, the head of his cock inside and Jonas' eyes flew open again. This time they were filled with tears.
"Please stop," Jonas whispered. "I can't. It hurts." He tried to pull away, but Jack just held him tighter.
"Jonas, please, take it easy." He pushed in a little further, seeing the pain in Jonas' eyes. He watched as Jonas bit his lower lip so hard it was bleeding. Jack was finally sheathed, and Jonas' tears were coming harder. Taking Jonas' cock in hand, Jack stroked it gently, undulating his body a bit.
Jonas was suddenly hit with a rush of pleasure, the likes of which he didn't know existed. Stars in front of his eyes, he was sure he would faint...and Jack knew he had found Jonas' sweet spot. He hit it again and Jonas' mouth fell open, but no sound came out. His body stopped trying to pull away, moving instead with Jack's own, and the tears were ebbing, replaced with moans. "Don't stop...don't stop...."
"Never!" Jack growled, pounding harder.
Jonas was feeling things he didn't know existed. Pain that was pleasure, pleasure that was pain, he didn't know where one began and the other ended. His hands wound in the sheets, pulling Jack even deeper, wanting to feel more. Jack's hand around his cock, gripping it like a vise, the feeling was indescribable. He brought one hand down around Jack's, stroking with him. "JACK!!" He screamed loud enough for half the neighborhood to hear, but Jack didn't even notice.
All Jack knew right then was the warmth of being sheathed within Jonas and the feeling of pure ecstasy each time he thrust inside.
"OHGODOHGODOHGOD...." Jonas' voice was a mantra, as he thrashed up and down, pulling Jack deeper, holding him tightly within...until he bucked up hard, seed shooting upwards, covering their hands and bodies.
The sight and feeling caused Jack to thrust harder feeling his release inside Jonas. Jack slowed his pace, his cock flaccid within his lover, gentling himself out. "I do love you. But I need some rest...so I can go again."
"When?" Jonas asked, a hint of mischief in his eyes.
Jack flopped down beside Jonas, cleaning them with the edge of the sheet, pulling the blanket over them, taking Jonas into his arms, kissing him softly. "Want to cuddle?"
"I'd like that," Jonas whispered, nuzzling Jack's neck.
Jack smiled as he watched Jonas stifle a yawn. "Now, how about we get some sleep? And no more bad dreams."
"No more bad dreams. Ever."
The two managed to make it through the rest of the night calmly and peacefully. If they did dream again, neither remembered.
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Epilogue
He was laughing, or at least the equivalent of laughing. He knew Jack wouldn't be intimidated by psychopathic killers, even in his dreams, so he made them wet dreams, purposely interrupting them at the moment Jack was going to climax. As far as Jonas, he just wanted to have some fun with him and this was the opportunity to see how much he could take. He laughed even harder when he thought of the 'chainsaw of doom'. This was the most fun he'd had since....
*DANIEL!*
The being once known as Daniel Jackson shivered at the shout in his mind, quickly returning to the task at hand, which was 'assisting' a race in discovering the basics of smelting. *Yes Oma*, he thought back at her.
*You need to stop doing that.*
*They just needed a little push. Neither one of them does well alone.*
*I can 'cover' for you but so much. The elders will....*
*The elders can kiss my....*
*Daniel, Jack O'Neill and Jonas Quinn would have found each other without your help. Lost souls in need always do.*
*Jack is going to need my help again. I had a vision. He was in a cell and he was in pain.*
*We'll deal with that when the time comes. For now, The Inari need to discover smelting if they are to survive.*
*Smelting, bah,* Daniel sneered at her.
She watched as Daniel went back to his 'assignment', knowing that Daniel's time with them would be short. She had had a vision herself.
Anubis was coming and Daniel would stand beside Jonas Quinn and Jack O'Neill to help fight the darkness....
FIN
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Liked it? Hated it? Lemme Know....The Huntress