The Devil His Due 1

The Devil His Due

by Euphrosyne

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ase/euphrosyne/devildue01.php
Summary: Jack's debtors are calling, and payback is a bitch

"Hello, Jack." The voice on the phone was familiar and dangerous and Jack tried to maintain his composure even while looking to see who might be in the immediate vicinity to overhear his conversation.

"Why are you calling me here? What do you want?"

"I'd like to see you. Tonight, seven pm at the Wayward."

"Why?" Jack was determined to keep the conversation to a minimum.

"We have something to discuss."

"WE have NOTHING to discuss..."

"See, THAT'S where you are wrong, Jack. You OWE me; don't try to pretend you don't. You only have the continued good fortune of having Hammond around because of me and you know it. Seven pm, Jack. Don't be late."

"I didn't say I'd meet you."

"And, by the way, Jack. This could take all night, so come prepared."

The other end of the line went dead before Jack could speak again, and he hesitated briefly before hanging up the phone. < How the hell am I going to explain this to Daniel.> Jack stared at the receiver as if to wish the entire phone call away and only looked up when he felt eyes on him. He looked up to meet the concerned expression of SG-1's archeologist, who immediately crossed the control room to stand next to him.

"Are you okay, Jack?"

"I'm fine, Daniel."

"Well, you don't look fine. You look like you just saw a ghost. Who was on the phone?"

"I told you I'm fine, Daniel." Was the only thing Jack said as he turned and walked away, leaving Daniel standing with his mouth open. Daniel looked around the control room, after Jack's departure, to see if anyone else noticed Jack's odd behavior. He met Sam's gaze and her only response was a shrug of the shoulders. Daniel hurried after Jack, finally catching a glimpse of the man as he entered the stairwell near the elevators. He trotted after him. Jack took the steps quickly two and three at a time up the two levels to his office. Daniel followed, finally stretching an arm out to grasp Jack's arm as he was about to enter his office.

"JACK! WAIT!" Daniel was concerned at the sudden change in Jack's demeanor.

"Daniel, I'm a little busy right now, did you need something?"

"Did I need ... Jack! What the hell's going on? Who was on the phone?"

"Nobody was on the phone, Daniel. Now I have a... some work to do, if there is nothing else?"

Daniel followed Jack into his office and closed the door behind him, throwing the lock just in case. He followed Jack across the room and sat on the edge of his desk even as Jack sat down and began to shuffle papers.

"Daniel. I DO have work to do. Did you need something?"

"Yeah, Jack. I need you to tell me what the hell's gotten into you. Look at me, Jack." Daniel laid his hand flat on the pile of papers that Jack was fumbling with, forcing Jack to look up at him.

Daniel had seen this man drugged, and unconscious, dazed, angry, sorrowful, drunk, sober, confused, excited, and a hundred other states of mind; but he had NEVER seen this flat an affect. Jack's eyes were expressionless; something that Daniel assumed was well practiced when he was special operations.... the sort of emotionless look that reminded Daniel of contract killers and psychopaths.

"Jack?"

"Daniel?"

"Jack?" Daniel picked up Jack's left hand and held it in his, looking down to watch both of his thumbs trying to stroke the lines from Jack's palm. They had only been lovers for a short time, but in that time, Daniel had discovered what a sucker Jack was for tiny gestures of intimacy like this. Daniel smiled inwardly, he knew it would only be moments before Jack's frosty front melted and Jack gave in. Daniel reveled in this power, discovered when their relationship began and worked to develop it fully at every opportunity. Jack ran his right hand over his face and looked from his captive left hand to the beloved face that possessed it and knew he had lost.

"It's someone I used to work with. He needs my help and I have to meet him this evening."

"Okay, we can do that." Daniel said. Jack pulled his hand away from Daniel and looked him directly in the eyes.

"NO, Daniel! WE won't do any such thing. YOU are most definitely NOT invited."

"Why, Jack, who was it and what did they want?" Daniel turned his body to look Jack right in the eye, insisting through his body language that he would be participating. Jack saw the change and pulling his hand back from Daniel's grasp stood up, went to the other side of the desk, and picked up his slinky, juggling the coiled toy back and forth.

< Oh no, you are NOT shutting me out. Two can play here.> Daniel thought and surveyed the top of Jack's desk to make a lovely toy selection of his very own. Daniel always thought it amusing that Jack had nearly as many toys on his desk as Mattel, something to occupy Jack's hands no matter what his mood. Daniel finally settled on the small Hoberman Sphere, a gift from Sam at some point and began to pull and push at the spiky looking ball.

"It really IS none of your business, Daniel. It's just something I have to do, it may take a while though, so I'm afraid we'll have to cancel dinner for tonight."

"NO." Daniel looked him squarely in the face.

"What?"

"I said, NO Jack. I'll be damned if you are standing me up without an explanation. I thought I meant something to you?"

Jack sighed and his shoulders dropped, "You DO mean something to me Daniel. I just have this.... this obligation. I have to go."

"I didn't say you couldn't go, Jack. I just said I was coming with you."

"No, Daniel, you are NOT. I need to do this alone."

"Why, Jack?"

"Why do you need to know, Daniel? I am an adult, and last I heard you were my lover NOT my mother." Jack knew he had hurt Daniel with the last remark, but if that's what it took to get the man to back off, then so be it.

Daniel, however, was as stubborn as he was curious.

"I want to help, Jack."

Jack sighed deeply, "There's nothing TO help, Daniel. This friend needs... to talk and he won't if anybody else is there. A lot of the stuff you don't have the clearance for, he shows up every now and again when his conscience starts to bother him and does this little, er... confessional kind of thing. It helps to keep him sane, well, sort of... and certainly keeps him from blowing his brains out. So THAT'S why you are NOT coming." Jack swallowed hard and sighed again. " I OWE this guy, BIG TIME, I HAVE to go. We'll talk it out, he'll leave and everything will be okay till the next time he hits a bump in the road. Then he'll come back and we'll go through it all over again." Jack felt pretty good about his defense so far but went for the slam-dunk, "This is a man in pain, Daniel. It MOST certainly IS NOT a spectator sport, and I would not subject him to that." Jack was smug now. He knew that was over the top, but Daniel had a sort of soft spot for people on the edge and Jack had to work to that angle. To Jack, it was a partial truth and that was pretty good, considering his history. He had hoped that he would be able to ALWAYS tell Daniel the truth, the complete truth, about everything, but realized that it was a pipe dream. His relationship with Daniel would have dark corners where secrets hid, like his relationship with Sara, just fewer of them, that's all. Daniel would be much more vocal about it, however, never being satisfied with Jack's explanations of 'classified' the way Sara had been. < Face it, He's nosy and can't bear the thought of being left out of something.> Jack gathered up his courage and looked Daniel straight in the eye.

"I'm sorry, Daniel. But it has to be this way. I have to go alone."

"FINE! JUST... FINE!" But don't expect ME to wait up for you."

Now Jack had really done IT, he might as well seal his fate, "I'll probably be there all night Daniel. These things usually take a while." Jack sighed and prepared himself for Hurricane Daniel.

"All night? All fucking night? Oh, THAT'S nice. Well, that's just... peachy. I'll just go on home then and be... and do... THINGS. Shall I?"

"That's probably a good idea. I'll see you tomorrow." Jack just knew he'd wind up paying the price with Daniel. He hated arguments, but the make up sex was great. Daniel put the sphere back on Jack's desk and headed for the door, then thought better of it and came back to the desk where Jack stood. Daniel threw his arms up to capture Jack's head so fast that Jack flinched thinking that Daniel was trying to punch him. Daniel grabbed both sides of Jack's head and pulled him in for a kiss hot enough to melt the slinky in his hands. Then pulled back and looked him in the eye.

"I just want you to remember what you'll be missing." Daniel said softly.

Jack gulped and blushed, "Like I could EVER forget."

"See that you don't." Daniel turned and left, before Jack's blush was entirely faded.

"Well, THAT went well." Jack said to the air, putting the mangled remains of the slinky back on his desk.

~~~~

Jack had left the mountain early, he went home and gathered a few things throwing them into a gym bag, took in the mail, and made himself a sandwich.

He left the house and went to the drugstore where he picked up lube and then headed for the Wayward, a small, quiet bar just outside of the Springs. The Wayward Inn's main claim to fame was the motel attached to it, and their hourly room rates. It was a very popular place with Academy cadets and their 'significant others' although not as popular with their visiting parents and families who usually stayed elsewhere. It had all the amenities, waterbeds, in-room movies, vending machines with condoms and little packets of lube in the bathroom... stereotypical date motel. Jack found a booth near the back of the bar and waited where he could see the door.

Harry wandered in about six thirty, somewhat surprised to see Jack already there. He ordered a bottle of Corona with a slice and moved to the booth, sliding in across from Jack.

"Well, you're here early. Couldn't wait, eh?"

"Don't flatter yourself, Maybourne."

"Oh but I am, I am flattered, Jack. I would have figured you to be late, for a change. Seeing how thrilled you were about the whole thing. Or did you figure just to get it over quicker?" Harry smiled.

"What's just say we drop the subject altogether and get out of here before someone sees us?" Jack half whispered.

"But I just got here Jack. It would look really bad to walk right back out with you. Finish your beer, Jack. We have time."

"Yeah, right. We have time." Jack drained his bottle of Molson and motioned for the waitress to bring him another, holding up the empty bottle.

"Why are you doing this, Harry?"

"I want you."

"Oh, please, get a life."

"I had one, you took it away, remember, Jack?"

"Like I could ever forget. You got what was coming to you. You knew when you started that little operation that it was illegal."

"I won't argue with you, Jack."

"Why not? Everybody else does."

The waitress returned with Jack's Molson, he smiled at her, paid for his beer and gave her a hefty tip. She moved on quickly.

"So what's the agenda?" Jack took a long drink of beer and looked Maybourne in the eye.

Harry slid a key across the table that Jack quickly looked at and palmed.

"Did you bring beer?" Harry asked.

"HEY! I'm the guest. YOU supply the beverages." Jack was indignant.

"Okay, okay. You go to the room. I'll make a beer run. But Jack..."

"What?"

"No funny business."

"Who? ME?"

"Yes, you. I mean it Jack. No double cross."

"You can trust me, Harry." Jack sounded incredibly insincere.

"Where have I heard THAT before?"

"Live with it." Jack said flatly. He finished the second beer in three swallows, then stood up and walked out of the bar.

Harry sat and finished his Corona a few minutes later, then put a couple of ones on the table and left. He drove his rental car to the liquor store and picked up two six packs of Molson and a fifth of Jim Beam. At the cash register he also picked up a large box of condoms and some extra lube, hating the tiny foil packs dispensed by the motel's machines. Then he drove back to the Wayward Inn and carried his purchases to room twenty-six rapping on the door. Jack opened the door and let him in, relieving him immediately of the bag with the beer and taking a bottle out before placing the rest in the cube fridge under the counter.

"I also got a little something extra for you, Jack." Harry held up the small paper bag Jack stared at him suspiciously, then grabbed the bag and opened it, not surprised at the condoms and lube.

"Gee, Harry. Thanks a bunch."

"Why aren't you naked, Jack?"

"I wasn't aware I needed to be to give you a blow job."

"This is a bigger debt than that, Jack. A mere blowjob will NOT cover it I'm afraid... I already told you that."

"Let's get something straight, Maybourne. After tonight, you go away, far away, and you leave me alone. We're even after this, no more. Do you understand?"

"Oh I understand Jack. You want to cozy down with the lovely Doctor Jackson. Well, if you want the peace of mind that goes with that piece of ass I suggest you accede to my wishes."

"I'm serious, Harry. After this you leave Daniel and me alone."

"You better be VERY good for that, Jack. You know a life on the run is a very lonely life. I occasionally miss a warm mouth around my dick, and a tight butt to drill."

"Oh please, don't even go there."

"Why Jack, you're still wearing clothes. We have a long night ahead of us, hadn't you better start getting ready?"

Jack groaned and sat down on the bed to untie his shoes. Harry smiled and opened a beer and sat on the edge of the bed and waited. When Jack was naked Harry stood and motioned for Jack to do the same, then pulled him in for a kiss.

Jack could do sex. He'd done sex before. But foreplay was another matter entirely. He had to have foreplay with Harry Maybourne! Maybe if he closed his eyes he could pretend it was Daniel. No, that wouldn't work either, Harry was shorter and stockier and well, Harry was ...hairy. Nothing like Danny. Even if Jack were blind drunk or blind AND drunk he could never confuse the two men. Harry, noticed Jack's detachment and stopped kissing and licking the neck in front of him and pulled back.

"Is there a problem, Jack?"

"Yeah."

"What is it?"

"You're NOT Daniel."

"No, Jack, I'm NOT Daniel. But if you want to be alone with Daniel like this ever again I suggest you set your mind to the task..." Harry grabbed one of Jack's hands and placed it flat against Harry's burgeoning cloth covered erection. "...at hand."

Jack groaned and started to open the buttons on Harry's shirt, leaning in and fondling the slowly exposed skin first with his hands and then with his mouth. Wetting the hair around the small nipples and then blowing a puff of air across them sent a shiver through Harry that awakened Jack's cock with a twitch. Harry kicked off his loafers just as Jack's hands went to his belt. Jack opened Harry's slacks and pushed the pants and boxers down in one move then knelt and grasped Harry's erection in one hand. Harry put his hands on Jack's shoulders and stepped out of the pants and shorts kicking them aside, then spread his legs slightly and moved one hand behind Jack's head, directing his face to his task.

Jack looked up; then when Harry's hand went to the back of his head he opened his mouth and licked at the cock in front of him. Moving his tongue up and down the broad organ Jack laid wet trails and enticing nibbles intended to have Harry shooting his load before he even thought of penetration. Harry was a quick study, he'd had to be to just stay alive, and after allowing Jack to work him for a few minutes, he pulled back and moved to the bed.

"Lay down, Jack."

"But..."

"I said, lay down Jack. Your turn."

Jack moved to the bed and lay down. Harry lay down next to him and leaning up on one elbow he began to toy with a small nipple, pinching and rubbing till it was hard, then moved to its neighbor and repeated the effort. He leaned in and licked both; then opening his mouth, he began to suck and nibble the one farthest away leaning across Jack's chest to reach it. Harry's hand drifted down across the flat plane of Jack's belly and he threaded his fingers into the hair around Jack's cock, avoiding touching it. His hand moved to one hairy thigh and he trailed just the tips of his fingers up and down before moving to the other long thigh. Jack groaned and his eyes closed as Harry licked and nibbled a trail down from his nipple to his navel and began to rim it. Jack was interested now, very interested and his cock twitched to life in anticipation. Harry glanced down at the growing interest Jack was taking and moved to tickle at Jack's balls nestled under the rousing cock; Jack gasped, and then spread his legs wider.

"Oh, you want more?" Harry asked.

"Please don't ruin it for me by talking, Harry."

"Oh certainly, your majesty." Harry quipped then pushed Jack's legs apart and climbed between them > like a little hairy monkey<, Jack thought.

Harry took the hard organ in front of him into his mouth and began to suck at the spongy glans, while moving his hand down to fondle the soft balls, rolling them in his palm. His hand caressed the underside of the supple sac and stroked a finger further along Jack's perineum, nudging his legs wider apart. Harry swallowed as much of the hard organ as he could and with Jack's attentions thus diverted, teased at the opening to Jack's body with his finger. Finally, admitting to himself that brute force was not the way to gain entry, Harry fumbled for the lube without giving up the prize in his mouth, and set about lubing his fingers. Jack squirmed as the first finger breached him, his whole body tensing under Harry's hands. When the second finger forced its way in Jack moved to thrust back on the hand that now scissored and stretched, looking for more stimulation.

Then, suddenly, the fingers and the mouth were withdrawn and Harry sat up.

"You know, you COULD return the favor." Harry suggested

"Yeah, I COULD if I wanted to, but I don't even want to be here, remember?"

"Well, in THAT case, I INSIST." Harry climbed back over Jack and placing his knees to either side of Jack's head, straddled his face. His cock flopping down against Jack's nose.

"Watch it, Maybourne. Are you trying to break my nose with that thing?"

"It could ONLY improve it, Jack. Now SUCK cock, before I flog you with it."

Jack licked up the hard cock and Harry shifted his position slightly to allow Jack greater access, tilting his pelvis. When Jack felt the fingers breach him again, he took the opportunity to reciprocate and grabbed the lube. Jack was not as gentle with Harry as Harry had been with him and forced two fingers in immediately. Harry stopped his attentions to Jack and his erection wilted briefly, but noticeably.

"JESUS! O'NEILL! You want it rough, Jack? I can play rough too, remember?" Harry held his position waiting for Jack's next move. Jack's brain kicked in, briefly, but just in time to rescue him from his own poor judgement and he found himself in self-preservation mode, pulling Harry's buttocks down to his face and began to tease and lick from behind the furry balls back to where his fingers still penetrated Maybourne.

Harry's erection returned spontaneously and now it was Harry's turn to squirm.

"Oooooh, gods, Jack! That's soo good. But I want more now." Harry moved to one side and pulled his fingers out of Jack.

"Hands and knees, Jack. Come on, assume the position."

Jack groaned, "Ahh, come on Harry, you know how bad my knees are, give me a break here."

"Oh, please, Jack. Funny, I'm sure you don't give Doctor Jackson that much grief when he wants you like that."

"Sure, I do."

"No, I don't think so. You don't want him to think of you as old or decrepit so I KNOW you don't. You're too afraid he'll find a lower mileage model. Now, I'll give you your choice, either hands and knees or you can sit on it. What'll it be?"

Jack gave Harry his best 'bite me' look and rolled over flat on his stomach.

Harry slapped the nearest buttock hard , "On your knees, Jack."

Jack pulled his long legs up under him, presenting his buttocks, one now with a red handprint, to Harry. Harry picked up the lube and moved up behind Jack, picking up a condom he ripped the package with his teeth and deftly unrolled the sheath down his cock, then applied lube to his covered shaft.

"So, tell me Jack, how does DANIEL like you? Like this or on your back?"

Jack's mumbled reply, was too low to be understood, so Harry slapped Jack's other exposed buttock and asked his question again.

"I SAID, how does DANIEL like you, like this or on your back or what?"

"He's Doctor Jackson to you, Maybourne. I don't want you calling him Daniel."

"Why ever not, Jack? That's his name I believe."

"It's sounds so... dirty when you say it."

"Get used to it. So, does DANIEL give good head? Cause, you know, with that mouth of his I'll bet he's great at it, with those pouting lips. Tell me Jack does he swallow or spit? I'll bet he swallows. That boy looks like he could drink a gallon of cum. Boy I'd like to try that mouth of his out. If you ever get tired of him you will call me, won't you, Jack?"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, MAYBOURNE! JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Jack was livid now, and Harry smiled at the heat of passion in the response he had gotten from the man in front of him. Harry grabbed Jack's hip with one hand and used the other to guide his covered cock through the muscular ring, with one, hard push. Jack gasped at first, then his breathing quickened in an effort to reduce the burning pain that had split him in two.

"How's THAT, Jack?"

"Oh, god." Jack mumbled, the distress in his voice was obvious.

"A little TOO much for you, Jack? Daniel, not this big, Jack?" Harry thrust forward again, sheathing more of himself in Jack's body. Harry reached under Jack to feel his wilted cock.

"Why, Jack. You're NOT enjoying yourself? What does Daniel do to put you back on track? Does he talk dirty to you? Tell you what a slut you are?" Harry's hand began to stroke Jack's limp cock, pulling his own out of Jack just a little before grabbing both of Jack's hips and thrusting in one move till he was buried balls deep in the taut ass.

Harry draped himself along Jack's back and reached around with one hand to stroke Jack's cock back to hard. Then he pulled out some and began to drill Jack in earnest. Harry screwed his way in and Jack's body dropped low in the front pushing back now against the thrusts. Harry felt the slim body beneath him relax and he leaned forward and began to nip and lick everywhere his mouth could reach. There was no urgency, no haste, the rhythm was intended to tease and inflame, not satisfy, and before long Jack was using more force pushing back onto Harry's cock than Harry was in stroking. Jack made a feral sort of noise, more than a groan, but less than a cry and Harry instantly stopped his motion.

"WHAT, are you doing, for Christ sakes, Maybourne? STOP PLAYING AROUND!"

"Ooooo, just a bit pushy, aren't we?" Then smugly, "Tell me what you want, Jack." Jack didn't need to turn around, he just KNEW Harry was smiling.

"Fuck me, hard and fast, Harry...please."

"Well since you asked so nicely." Harry gathered himself up and pulled out almost all the way, then angled his hips slightly and grabbing both of Jack's hips started his pounding. Now he nailed Jack's sweet spot with every hard thrust and soon both bodies were dripping with sweat. Harry paused briefly to shake his head like a dog, getting his sweat-drenched hair out of his eyes and sending drops of perspiration flying in all directions.

Harry was having trouble gripping the bony hips, the sweat made them both slick, and he dug his fingers in. Jack didn't notice, he pushed back now with every thrust from behind, groaning loudly when Harry stilled and came shuddering on his back, filling the condom. Harry lay along Jack's back waiting for the last of the spasms to finish and placed a series of red suck marks along Jack's spine, marking him. Jack never noticed, but Daniel would, and he would know that someone else had invaded his most precious turf. Then he leaned up and, holding the condom, pulled out, tied a knot in the end of it and dropped it in the wastebasket next to the bed then flopped on his back, looking at Jack, still on his knees with a dazed expression on his face and a raging hard on that was as yet to be relieved.

"So good, so tight. Mmmmm, what's this?" Harry reached under Jack and grabbed his hard organ. Jack groaned and closed his eyes at the hand wrapping him.

"You need a little help there, Jack?" Harry smiled.

"Oh, god." Jack whispered his entire body twitched with every touch of Harry's hand.

"What will you do for me, huh? I know, why don't you suck me some more? Come on, turn around, down you go."

Jack moved stiffly, swinging his legs around to straddle Harry's head and immediately began to lick and suck at the wilted but not flaccid cock lying on Harry's leg. Harry rewarded him by tickling Jack's balls with his tongue, all but avoiding the turgid cock that so wanted his attention. When Harry was hard enough to again wear a condom, he slid his fingers back into Jack's body and rubbed small circles just inside the guardian ring.

"I think it's time for you to have a seat, Jack." Harry fumbled for the lube and spread some around Jack's dilated anus then pushed him away.

"Come on, turn around and have a seat."

Jack was so needy of release at this point he'd have sucked himself off if he could have managed it, so he complied. He lifted up and allowing Harry to help direct him downward, started to impale himself on Harry's again hard cock. He tried for slowly and gently, but his own needs and Harry's stroking fingers distracted him and he sat too quickly down. Impaled even deeper than before if that were possible. Harry's eyes were closed and his mouth open, then Harry's hands were on him and pulling as Jack drove himself up into the grip and dropped back on the hard invader. Harry used both hands as a tunnel at first Jack thrusting between them, but when it looked like Jack might finish before him Harry backed off and Jack bucked at air.

"Wha?" Jack looked down at Harry, and when he did the sweat poured down, puddling on Harry's chest and belly.

"Easy, Jack. Don't want you to finish too soon."

"Too soon? Christ... you've... come ...once...already."

"Time for a little work, Jack. Hard and fast. I want it hard and fast. Now, would be good." Harry smiled again.

Jack took a deep breath and lifted himself nearly completely off, then sat hard and fast. They both gasped at the impact, Jack used every muscle in his legs and hips to lift himself, and then dropped down a second time.

"I can't, Harry. Too much."

"How's this, Jack? Any better?" Harry started to stroke and pull Jack's weeping cock urgently now. Harry had hoped to encourage Jack's movement by the stimulation. When it did not work, he pulled Jack down flat on his chest, and then slipped his hand between them, still stroking Jack's cock. Jack slid up and down on Harry's hard cock for a moment then shuddered and came, spilling himself between them both.

Harry wasn't done. He rolled them over and splayed the long legs wide, lifting one behind the knee. With Jack torqued to one side Harry pounded into him again, Jack's unfinished orgasm still spurting on his belly and now the bed. Harry's second orgasm was nowhere as lengthy as his first and not as prolific. He spilled into the condom and quickly, almost rudely, pulled out. He dropped the condom into the can and fell to his side, exhausted.

Jack lay as he was left and they both panted and wiped sweat from burning eyes. Jack looked over at Harry and saw the white salt tracks left where the sweat had dried on his face and beard.

"Couldn't you have gotten a room WITH AIR CONDITIONING, Harry?"

"Got news for you Jack, the air conditioning is ON. You are just NOT used to THAT much exertion."

"ME?... I was thinking about YOU!"

"OH, I figured that, what with Doctor Jackson, doing all the work, you might NOT be used to THAT much exertion. At your age, that could be dangerous." Harry grinned and rubbed at his belly, the drying sweat plastering the hair against his skin.

"You need a shower." Jack suggested. "And I need a bath."

"Butt a little sore, is it?"

"Yeah, just a little." Jack admitted.

"Well, I'll take a shower; but where you're going to get a bath, I don't know. This place only has showers. You want to race?"

"No, in that case, I'll just take a little nap and wait for you."

"NO, bottoms first, I insist."

"Gee, thanks." Jack swung his legs slowly over the side of the bed and moved to a sitting position, as if awaiting inspiration. He got to his feet with a groan and moved to the bathroom. Jack took his time in the shower, allowing the hot water to beat away at the soreness between his buttocks, for a while then finished his ablutions and was preparing to turn the water off when a broad hand went across his.

"Leave it running."

Jack took the offered towel and exited the shower stall, allowing Harry to assume his place. He quickly towel-dried his hair then ran the towel over the rest of his body, haphazardly drying himself. He went back into the room and removed the sweat soaked bedspread, and tossed it in a corner, then lay down on his belly and closed his eyes. His legs ached, his butt hurt, and he was exhausted and thirsty. He decided he wanted a beer, but he didn't want it badly enough to get up. He stretched and tried to relieve some of the soreness in his legs from the awkward exercise they had experienced, and fell asleep.

Jack had only been asleep for a few minutes when Harry came out of the bathroom. Toweling his hair and then swiping his wet body, Harry watched the sleeping man and smiled. It took a lot of tired for Jack O'Neill to succumb in uncomfortable circumstances, and he was gone to the world, so Harry allowed himself a moment just to enjoy the view.

The long legs were paler this time of year, but they and the broad, scarred back still bore a semblance of last summer's tan. Harry sat carefully on the side of the bed and let his fingers play lightly tracing scar after scar, some old and pale some newer and pinker. Scars of every variety marred the lovely back. Flat and raised, star-shaped from bullet wounds, the small neat lines of knife wounds and long slashes from things Harry would rather NOT consider. Jack's back read like a litany of a life spent doing dangerous things. Harry lost track of where some scars started and ended, other scars covering them. He resisted as long as he could then leaned in to lay soft kisses all along the long back. Harry smiled when Jack stirred, and laid his hand flat, stoking in long motions from Jack's neck to his buttocks. Jack's sleep-fogged brain mistook Harry's hand for another and he turned his head, his smile disappearing the moment he realized who was doing the stroking.

"So, many scars, Jack. Don't you ever get tired of it? Tired of the risks?"

"It's my job." Jack said flatly.

"But why, Jack? Do you HONESTLY think you can protect the entire planet by yourself?"

"We have allies."

"Who? The Tokra? They are on the run themselves.

The Tollan? They won't give us anything to help. They don't want to be RESPONSIBLE for us blowing ourselves up. The Asgaard? They may not even survive their own problems, and the Nox are too busy hiding wildlife from hunters to care about the likes of us. No, Jack, we are on our own, and you'll get yourself killed trying to protect the entire planet by yourself. Or, WORSE YET, doing scut work for one of Earth's precious ALLIES. They haven't repaid any of the debts they ALREADY owe us."

Jack rolled over and faced Harry, watching Harry's hand now trace the scars on his chest and belly the way they had the ones on his back.

"What would YOU have us do, Harry? Go out and blow them all away for their technology?"

"No, just let them know that our cooperation comes with a price."

"That's no way to make allies, Harry. That's how to hire mercs, and you KNOW they will ALWAYS go with the highest bidder."

"Oh, yeah. Like good intentions and noble efforts will keep the Goua'ld away. Half of earth's so-called allies can't even be contacted on a regular basis; we'll be a smoking cinder before anyone ever knows we're in trouble."

"You think your way is better? Pirates? Stealing half-understood technology and risking being blown away by people who might have assisted us, had we asked? That's even riskier, Harry. I'd rather be taken out by a real enemy than a potential friend who's pissed."

Harry's hand followed the souvenir of another misadventure the length of one thigh with his finger.

"I'd prefer NOT to be taken out at all, Jack. I like this planet intact."

"Well, at least we agree on THAT."

"So, while you go on buying lottery tickets and praying for a payoff. I'm gonna continue to claw, scratch and steal whatever I can, whatever it takes. We ARE a lot alike, you know, more than you will ever admit. The goal is the same, even if our methods differ."

"Two sides of the same coin?" Jack asked.

"Yeah, kinda like the dark and light sides of The Force." Harry smiled.

Jack frowned, "You know that analogy MIGHT actually mean something to me if I'd ever SEEN Star Wars."

"Oh PLEASE! You've NEVER seen Star Wars?" Harry's hand pulled back in surprise and disbelief. Jack frowned at the loss, grabbed the broad hand, and placed it back on his belly.

"Why does EVERYBODY find that so hard to believe?" Jack rolled his eyes.

"Star Wars is a cultural ICON, Jack. To say you've never seen it is...well, its...its unheard of, that's what it is." Harry stood up and moved to the fridge.

"Well, NOW I'm never GOING to see it, just on principle!" Jack quipped.

"And I'M considered the anarchist! You want a beer, Jack?"

"Oh God, yes!" The relief in Jack's voice was unmistakable.

"You could have gotten one; they weren't locked up or anything." Harry sounded surprised at Jack's response.

"I was too tired to get up." Jack said softly, his voice tinged with shame.

Harry chuckled, "I want more, you know?"

"I know. Give me my beer." Jack put his hand out and Harry opened the bottle and handed it over. Jack pushed up on one elbow and took several long swallows, tilting his head back. Harry's bottle paused on the way to his mouth distracted by the motions of Jack's throat. Jack's lips wrapped the end of the bottle and his Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped the cold beer, a tiny trickle escaping from one corner of his mouth and running down along the mobile throat. Jack drained the bottle and looked at Harry who was just standing there watching him. Jack held the empty bottle out, Harry took it and handed Jack his full bottle. Jack looked at the full bottle in his hand and back up to Harry.

"You didn't drink out of this did you?"

"Why?"

"Did you spit in it?"

"Jack, you've had my cock in your mouth and up your ass and you're worried that I DRANK out of that bottle? You MUST be kidding!" Harry went back to the fridge and took another full bottle, putting the empty on the counter and went back to the bed and sat down, then took a long drink.

"Yeah, I guess that was a bit silly, huh?"

"Just a bit."

Jack placed his half-finished second bottle on the night table with a loud belch, then lay back down and stretched, several much-abused joints popping and cracking with the motion. Harry finished his bottle and sat the empty next to Jack's half-finished bottle on the table then lay down and rolled to his side facing Jack. He let his free right hand begin to play again over Jack's belly, petting the trail of fine silver and brown hair. He traced a few more scars with a finger and then, looking up, he leaned down and licked at one nipple with the tip of his tongue.

Jack closed his eyes, and just enjoyed the attention. He groaned when Harry's mouth closed over one nipple and began to suck, Jack's hand went to the back of Harry's head and his fingers threaded through the still damp hair as Harry alternated sucking and nibbling with just teasing with his tongue. Harry's hand moved lower and he began to softly caress Jack's reawakening cock, and then lower still to fondle and roll the balls in their soft sac. Harry pushed Jack's legs wider apart then moved between them moving down and taking one of Jack's balls into his mouth, began to play his tongue all over the hairy surface.

Jack gasped and opened his legs wider. Harry repeated the performance with the other testicle and then released them both from his mouth to caress them in his palms. He rolled them between both hands, while Jack gasped and hissed, his cock twitching as if to beg Harry's attention. Harry pushed one long leg up and ran his tongue down under the damp scrotum to Jack's anus, teasing with a pointed tongue, until Jack pulled his other leg up himself. Then Harry started the rimming in earnest, as Jack twitched and squirmed beneath him.

Harry looked up at Jack, smiling. "Does Daniel do this for you, Jack? Does he make you feel this way?"

Jack took a deep breath and released it with a sigh.

"There you went again and ruined it for me by talking, Harry. I think your tongue should go back to what it was doing."

"I earned a lot of money while I was working for the NID, Jack. We could live out our days quite comfortably in Capri or on the Islands. Perhaps Tahiti or the Gold Coast, even Italy...you'd like Italy, Jack, the chance to see La Scala, hear the great operas where they originally were sung."

"I've been to La Scala, Harry, it's actually kinda dingy. Besides, you have to get all dressed up to go to those places. I prefer the wonders of the compact disc and a Bose sound system to wearing a monkey suit. Now, where were you?" Jack pulled his legs back up and pushed Harry's head down with one hand.

Harry went back to his careful rimming, then rose up and fucked Jack long and slow again, nearly driving him through the headboard of the bed and the thin motel wall, when he finally gave into his own need. Harry dropped another well-used condom and its contents into the small can, then moved down and sucked Jack's brains out through the end of his dick. Jack came with a roar, his neck arching up to allow him to watch Harry take his load. Jack was surprised when Harry swallowed the lot and then licked and sucked the softening organ until it was clean. Jack enjoyed tasting his cum in Daniel's mouth and thought he would like to see if there was any difference, so he pulled Harry up until he could take his mouth is a long slow kiss. <Definitely different, kinda saltier, no underlying coffee taste.> Jack thought.

"Well, well." Harry said as the scalding kiss ended. "I don't think you've ever kissed me before, Jack. I enjoyed that, thank you. What prompted it?"

"I dunno."

"Could it be that you wanted to taste yourself?"

"Why? Does it matter?"

"No, it's just like the ultimate in narcissism, that's all."

"WHAT?... Oh it IS NOT!"

"Oh yes it is! Now if you were only nimble enough to suck yourself off, life would be wonderful, eh?"

"Fuck off, Harry."

"Well, I did actually, Jack, and you enjoyed THAT too! The next time I suck you, I'll save some..."

"Shut up Harry, and get me a beer." Jack grabbed and drained the last of the bottle from the nightstand, and shoved the empty into Harry's hand. Harry leaned forward and kissed Jack on his nose then pushed up and got off the bed.

"Think it's too late for pizza Harry?" Jack asked rubbing his rumbling belly.

Harry grabbed his watch from the dresser. "It's midnight, Jack. Where the hell can you get pizza at midnight?"

"Armand's delivers till one am, and I'm hungry."

"Fine, call it up."

"What name did you use to register here? They'll want a name and room number."

"Masterson, twenty-six, and no hots on the pizza, Jack."

"Masterson, huh?" Jack ordered the pizza then hung up the phone and rolled to his side to accept the beer from Harry.

"Would that be William Barkley Masterson, Harry?" Jack said with a glint in his eye.

Harry sat down on the edge of the bed to pull on pants and retrieve cash from his wallet for the pizza. Then turned a huge grin to Jack, "Of course, who ELSE would it be?"

"Funny, you don't look a THING like Gene Barry." Jack quipped with a smile.

"Well, I'm not nearly as old, but I'm just as suave." Harry grinned.

"See, I could figure you'd use Amos Burke, he was a wealthy rogue. But, geez, Harry... Bat Masterson, I dunno, you just don't fit the character."

"You're just jealous you don't get to use creative aliases. Starsky and Hutch for god's sake, Jack, how LAME can you get?"

Jack just shrugged and pulled one pillow further under his head, his body curling slightly on his side and closed his eyes.

"Wake me when the pizza gets here, Bat."

Harry leaned towards the head of the bed and kissed Jack on the cheek. Jack smiled briefly with his eyes still closed, and then quickly fell asleep. Harry grabbed another beer and sat back flicking through the TV channels until the pizza arrived.

They ate their fill and finished a couple more beers, then Harry stripped off his pants and came back towards the bed, his eyes roving up and down over Jack's form reclining there. It always seemed all he had to do was LOOK at Jack and he got a hard on, and this was no exception, he was achingly hard by the time he sat down next to him. Harry's hand stroked across the fuzzy chest and Jack reached up to pull him down to lay next to him; they stroked, licked, and touched each other until Jack was hard.

Jack was having fewer issues with the whole Harry-foreplay thing this time and the nibbles and licks were much more mutual then they had been. Jack was very ready when Harry moved between his legs and pushed them apart.

The sex was again slow and steady. Harry enjoyed the power he felt when he splayed Jack wide and reached down to place Jack's hand around his own hard cock. Then they stroked together, Harry's hand covering Jack's as Harry screwed his way into Jack's body. Harry released Jack's hand to continue to seek his own release. Watching Jack stroke himself was all the extra inspiration Harry needed and he began again to pound his way to his own orgasm. He quickly removed the used condom and disposed of it then dropped his head and took Jack's length into his mouth and brought him over the edge as well. This time he kept his wits and did not swallow everything, moving immediately up Jack's body seeking his mouth. Jack looked up to see the dribble of white at the corner of Harry's mouth and knew what was going to happen, and he opened his mouth wide to engulf Harry's entire mouth so as to not miss a drop. Jack sucked his own semen and Harry's tongue into his mouth, relishing the erotic nature of the exchange and then feasted on Harry's amazingly pliant mouth for a long time before letting him go.

After a while, they fell asleep, Jack spooned up behind Harry his arm draped around Harry's chest, snuggled close.

~~~~

Jack awoke automatically, as always, at five thirty.

He blinked into consciousness and it took him a few moments to remember exactly where he was and whom he was with. He crossed his eyes to look down his nose to the dark, gray-flecked head tucked up under his chin, then paused to reflect on the evening's events.

His balls ached, as did his butt, he doubted he had ever come so many times in one twenty-four hour period. Daniel had never pushed him like that. Even as he thought about it, he started to get hard all over again, the ache in his balls giving way to pressure as his cock filled automatically. He knew he would not be able to keep the results secret for long with his cock nestled between Harry's butt cheeks like that, so he might as well make the best of it. He brought his hands up and began to rub small circles on Harry's nipple, until it peaked then used the same tactic on the other. As near as he could tell, Harry was still asleep, his breathing unchanged.

Jack slipped his hand lower, and began to gently run his fingers up and down the length of Harry's still soft cock. Then Jack began to rock his hips slightly to slide his aching length up and down along Harry's cleft. Harry groaned and arched forward slightly towards the stroking hand and Jack's hand wrapped the growing organ, even as his hips pushed at Harry's buttocks. Harry rolled more to his belly and Jack figured he would take advantage of the position for more stimulation. He pulled his hand off Harry's cock and leaned up onto his hands, then began a sliding stroke with his cock riding Harry's cleft. Harry was awake now; he turned completely onto his stomach and canted his buttocks up slightly to give Jack a better angle in his slide. The friction produced by Jack's sliding ignited Harry's libido and he spread his legs more and pulled them slightly up under him. That was too much for Jack, who grabbed the lube from the nightstand and squeezed some onto his fingers. He slid a few more times, and then pushed two fingers into Harry. His fingers scissored for a moment and then he curled them, the pad of one long finger rubbing a small circle on the hard nub inside. Harry practically growled his pleasure at the motion and then did growl when Jack pulled his fingers out and slid a few more times. Jack grabbed the lube and quickly coated his cock, then nudged the blunt head against Harry's opening. Harry drew his legs up farther and canted his buttocks upward and Jack slid home in one fluid motion.

This time Jack led the dance, the mileage on both bodies making them much more responsive to a slow sensuous fuck than a frenzied pounding. Jack came first shooting his load deep into Harry then slipped wetly from his body. Harry turned over and Jack went down on him sucking him hard until he came, grunting, into Jack's mouth. Jack held some in his mouth now and climbed the shorter body to respond in kind, and Harry was ready for it. He greedily lunged at Jack's face and licked all over his lips until Jack opened to him.

They lay like that for a long time, leisurely kissing and stroking until by mutual consent the shower called. Harry showered while Jack shaved and brushed his teeth, then Jack moved to the shower to threaten Harry's face with his razor and Harry vacated the stall in favor of Jack.

When Jack came back into the room carrying his kit he found a half-dressed Harry sitting on the end of the bed, looking dejected.

"Harry?"

"Jack."

"What's wrong?"

"You're leaving."

"I have to, you know that."

"Was it so bad?"

Jack looked down at his hands and then into Harry's face.

"No, Harry. Actually, I enjoyed myself."

Harry smiled up at Jack.

"You did?"

"Yeah, Harry, I did. There was no... er, performance anxiety. Sometimes Danny, well... sometimes he can be, uh, let's just say impatient, shall we. Sometimes a slower pace is nice."

"Thank you, Jack. I enjoyed it too."

"Well, I KNEW that!" Jack rolled his eyes, "Just don't think it will ever happen again. I love Daniel, I don't WANT to be unfaithful to him."

"No, of course you don't. I just had to have you, Jack. If you and Daniel ever..."

"WE WON'T!" Jack interrupted.

"Well, if you do, I'll be waiting, Jack."

"You don't have to..."

"YES, YES, I do. Don't you understand Jack? Do you need me to say it?"

"I'd rather you didn't, Harry. Please don't. You KNOW it can't happen, no matter what we feel for each other..."

"So you feel the same way?"

"Let's just say that I need to be alone for a while, to sort some things out."

"I'd like to think there's hope for us."

"WELL DON'T!" Jack's eyes narrowed, the soft sable flashing, "There's no hope... there's no hope for any of us." Jack started to dress mechanically, Harry's eyes never leaving him.

"Would you STOP STARING at me for crying out loud!"

"I'm sorry, Jack. I can't help it."

"Well stop it." Jack's face softened. "My relationship with Daniel is dangerous enough, one with you would be... well, it would be even worse. You're a wanted criminal."

"And you're a gay Air Force colonel involved in a highly secret project; a highly dangerous, highly secret project. And you think a relationship with me would be MORE dangerous?" Harry put his shirt on and began to button the front.

"I'm not going to give up, Jack. I lo..."

"DON'T SAY IT!" Jack turned and shoved his shaving kit into his bag.

"FINE! I won't say it. But you have to promise me you will think about it, think about us."

"There is no US, Harry."

"There was an us, just a little while ago, right here." Harry turned and patted the bed. "Do you think I'd bottom for anybody else, Jack? No, just for you, and do not think I didn't notice you went bareback either. Whatever you want, Jack. Whatever it takes, I will do. Just... think about it, please."

Jack sat down to pull on and tie his shoes, leaned over, and kissed Harry softly on the mouth. Harry groaned and opened to him and the exchange was unhurried and sad.

Jack broke the kiss, and standing grabbed his bag.

"I gotta go, Harry."

"I know...please... Promise me?"

"I promise... I'll THINK about it. CHRIST! I'll be lucky to be able to think about anything else!"

"I'm glad, actually."

"Are you going to be here for a while?"

"No, I'm gonna change motels, there's too much... sex going on around here, I'll never get any peace and quiet. I'll let you know where I'll be." Harry smiled.

Jack grinned and put his sunglasses on.

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Jack said just before he closed the door behind him.

~~~~

The day was bright and very warm, it was also Saturday, and so Jack went home. He dropped his bag inside of the door, went to the living room and grabbed the stereo remote. He set it to a slightly louder than usual volume, allowing the music to wash over him, filling the room. He toed off his shoes and then dropped onto the couch and fell into a deep, exhausted sleep.

The music had hands.

The music had warm hands.

The hands were all over him, rubbing and stroking.

The music had soft warm lips too; they were all over his chest.

"Stop." He swatted the music's hands away and rolled over.

The music started stroking again, the backs of his thighs and his buttocks, melted under the music's hands. The hands slid up his back under his shirt, gliding smoothly up his spine to his shoulders. He purred to the music.

The music pushed his shirt up for better access, the warm hands stroking him all over. Jack embraced the music and pulled it down to wrap itself around him.

"Mmmmm, did you miss me?" Jack mumbled.

"Desperately."

"Good."

"How's your friend now?"

"He'll live."

"That's nice... Was he good?"

"What?" Jack finally opened his eyes, and looked Daniel in the face.

"I said, was he good?"

Now Jack just looked puzzled.

"There are suck marks on your back, Jack. Moreover, I didn't put them there, so I'm asking, was he good?"

"Oh God, Daniel! I'm sorry. I am so sorry. I had to."

"Who was it Jack?"

"I can't tell you."

"Well that's bullshit. You can and you better, or WE are history."

"Harry"

"Harry who?...Oh my god, MAYBOURNE!... HARRY MAYBOURNE?" Daniel pulled back to look Jack in the face. "JESUS, Jack! The man's a criminal; he was supposed to be executed!"

"I know, I brought him down, remember?"

"Christ, like I could ever forget! You had SEX with him?"

"I owed him, it was his price. I'm sorry Danny."

"Boy, he must have been good, if he managed to mark you without you even knowing."

"You have NO idea."

"Tell me about it. What did he do to you?"

"Oh Jesus, Daniel, please?"

"Come on Jack, tell me." Daniel's hands were everywhere, one suddenly moving to Jack's crotch and kneading the soft package there inside the jeans. Jack groaned and pushed Daniel away, then scrambled to his feet.

"I gotta go, NOW!" Jack rushed from the room and Daniel heard the bathroom door shut, and then sat down in a huff.

The phone rang and when the machine picked up and Harry started to leave his message, Daniel grabbed the receiver.

"Harry."

"Doctor Jackson."

"Oh please, call me Daniel. It only seems fair after all we've both had our dicks in the same person."

"Ahh, he told you did he?"

"He didn't have a choice, I saw your message."

"I thought you might... I want him you know."

"He's mine you know."

"I love him."

"So do I."

"Then perhaps we could work something out. Maybe you'd be willing to share on occasion?"

"Maybe, on occasion... Like tonight perhaps?"

"Do you think he's up to it? I worked him pretty hard last night."

"There's only one way to find out. Shall we say in an hour and you bring the food?"

"Will Chinese be okay? WE had pizza last night."

"That will be fine, an hour then?"

"See you then."

"Goodbye." Daniel was hanging up the phone as Jack padded back from the bathroom, walking carefully in his stocking feet on the polished wood floor.

"Who was on the phone, Daniel?"

"I was just ordering dinner, Jack." Daniel smiled, "I hope Chinese food is okay?"

"Yeah, that's great."

Daniel moved back to the sofa and sat across Jack's lap. He began to kiss all over the long neck.

"Ah, Daniel."

"Yes, Jack?"

"I thought we were having a discussion, what happened?"

"Later."

"Later?"

"Wait until after dinner, Jack. We'll discuss everthing, after dinner."

Fin

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