One For The Road

by Euphrosyne

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ase/euphrosyne/oneroad.php
Summary: What summary? It's a PWP FCOL!

"Don't turn around, Jack, I'm armed."

Jack immediately turned to face the voice coming from behind the dumpster.

"Harry."

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes.

"I told you NOT to turn around."

"So shoot me." Jack shrugged.

"I might just do that." Harry pushed something in his pocket in Jack's direction.

"Is that your gun or your weapon in there, Harry?"

Harry shook his head and removed his hand and the small Beretta from his pocket. He cleared and safetied the pistol, then slid it into the holster at the small of his back.

"Very funny, Jack... I could have shot you."

"Right. Harry. Then why didn't you?"

"Because I like you, Jack. Why else would I risk everything to help you?"

"Because... you want to get back at THEM, that's why." Jack smiled.

Harry laughed. "Yeah, I guess you're right about that."

"So, why DID you ask me to meet you, Harry?"

"I just wanted to say goodbye, Jack."

"You couldn't have used the telephone like normal people?"

"Oh, you know how it is, Jack... phones are tapped, letters intercepted..."

"People are followed, too, Harry. Or did you forget about THAT one?"

"I know you, Jack. You would never allow someone to follow you unless it fit your needs."

"Well if that were true, Harry, why did YOU follow me all the way from my place to here?"

"Hey I like watching you walk. You have a cute butt."

"So what was this about saying goodbye, Harry?"

"We can't talk here, it's way too open. This way, Jack." Harry thumbed to a building behind him in the industrial park and started to walk.

Jack looked skyward for heavenly intervention and finding none, followed quickly, catching Harry in a few long strides.

Harry used a key card and opened the side door to one of the buildings.

"This way." He walked through the warehouse with confidence.

"Uh, what is this place?"

"It belongs to a friend. He lets me crash here when I need to, even gave me my own key..." Harry held up the card just as they reached a door and swiped it through another reader "... in here, Jack."

Harry led the way into the room. Jack hesitated and then followed.

Harry held the door for him to enter, then locked it from the inside and moved to a control panel as Jack looked around.

"You staying here?"

"Well, I was; but I'm leaving tomorrow morning."

"Going somewhere are you?"

"Let's just say, out of town, shall we?"

"Gonna be gone long?"

"Probably."

"Ahh, hence the saying goodbye thing."

"Exactly."

"Drop me a postcard, will you?"

"I'll see what I can do." Harry took his jacket off and hung it on the hook next to the door. Then he removed the concealable holster from his belt and laid his pistol on the table. Jack looked at the weapon.

"Is that a Tomcat?" Jack pointed at the pistol.

"No, it's an 8000 D Mini Cougar. I like that Cougar you have, but it's a little big for my purposes, so I got this instead." Harry picked up the gun, removed the clip and cleared the pistol before handing it off for Jack's inspection.

"How many rounds?"

"Ten nine mill rounds."

"That isn't much." Jack said quietly as he looked the pistol over.

"All I want is a distraction or protection, Jack. I don't expect to be able to hold them off indefinitely. Besides, concealment is a big issue for me. This gun has my name all over it."

"Uh, no, actually... it says Beretta USA, right here." Jack pointed with a smile.

"Take your coat off, Jack..." Harry moved to the fridge in the corner. "... you want a beer?"

"Yeah, okay." Jack put the pistol back on the table before removing his coat and hanging it on the back of the chair next to the table. He pulled his own pistol from his beltline and laid it on the table. Then he walked over to Harry and accepted a beer; Harry's fingers lingered against Jack's hand before releasing the bottle.

"What's on your mind, Harry?" Jack looked down at Harry's hand.

"Saying goodbye."

"You mean it, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do. Things are too hot for me to stay in the country now, and once I leave, well... it could be a long time before I come back."

"We make a pretty darned good team." Jack sipped his beer.

"Yeah, brains and beauty."

"Which am I?" Jack sipped again and stared into Harry's face.

"Don't you know?" Harry asked softly as his hand moved to the side of Jack's face. Jack covered Harry's hand with his, peeling the fingers away from his jaw then pulled the shorter man closer still holding the same hand.

"How long?" Jack breathed as he pulled Harry close.

"How long, what?" Harry sat his beer on the counter and taking Jack's did the same.

"How long until you come back."

"Could be a very long time."

"So we wouldn't..."

"See each other again for a while? No. It'll probably be almost as long as it was between the Academy and the SGC."

"So... years and years then?"

"Possibly."

"Then we need to say goodbye like we did at the Academy. After all..." Jack's voice got softer and huskier.

"It IS a tradition." Harry smiled and moved closer until he could feel the heat of the other man's body.

Jack reached up and framed Harry's face with both hands and then leaned down for a kiss. Harry's hands moved to Jack's shirt and began working on buttons. He pushed the shirt back and combed his fingers through the graying chest hair, pushing it around until his finger touched a nipple. Jack inhaled sharply and Harry began rubbing the small nub between two fingers as his other hand slid down towards Jack's belt.

Jack broke the kiss and, reaching down, pulled Harry's knit shirt from where it was neatly tucked in the waistband of his trousers. Harry's arms lifted as Jack dragged the shirt up and finally off, dropping it to the side. Harry pushed Jack's shirt back over his shoulders and down the sinewy arms, allowing it to drop to the floor as well. Harry reached for Jack's belt as he leaned in and swiped Jack's pebbled right nipple with a pointed tongue. The belt and buttons on the faded jeans gave way under nimble fingers.

Harry groaned as Jack unfastened his belt and trousers, toeing off his loafers as Jack pushed the Dockers down over his hips. He stepped from the puddle gracefully and unexpectedly naked. Jack looked down.

"Ohh, commando, eh? One might think that you had plans, Colonel."

"Nah, it's just that I've already sent my underwear ahead for safekeeping, that's all." Harry smiled as he pushed Jack back in the direction of the double sized bed. Jack turned slightly to see where he was being guided, then took Harry's hand and led him the rest of the way. He sat down and started to lift his leg to untie a shoe when Harry knelt in front of him.

"Let me." Harry untied each shoe and then lifted Jack's feet one at a time as he removed first the shoe and then the sock from each foot, kissing the instep of each foot before lowering it again.

"Jesus!" Jack sighed and closed his eyes allowing Harry to pull his pants open enough to expose his already hard cock, pulling it free from the confines of Jack's jeans and shorts.

"Lift up, Jack." Harry's hands went to the waistbands and pulled both shorts and jeans down and off the long legs, then shoved them to the side and pushing Jack's knees open, moved between them. He paused and waited for Jack to open his eyes and look down at him kneeling between his legs before, very dramatically, opening his mouth and engulfing Jack's cock in one smooth dive.

"OH, God..." Jack fell back onto the bed, leaning up on his elbows as Harry's mouth worked him. Harry's hands strayed upwards and stroked all across the flat belly and thighs, occasionally straying to pinch at a nipple and be captured by Jack who leaned up to suck each digit in turn, before releasing it. Finally, Jack reached down and began directing Harry's head, thrusting up into the soft, wet mouth as Harry went deep.

"Har-ry!" Jack warned as he felt his balls tighten against his body.

Harry grabbed both of Jack's hips and held him as he went deep a final time, sucking hard as Jack's release jetted deep into his throat. He kept swallowing until the last pulse was over and then sucked gently at the softening cock as if it were a favorite pacifier. Jack fell back onto the bed and covered his eyes with one forearm.

"Ohh, man... that's so good... I'd forgotten how good you were at that." Jack's voice was soft and breathy.

Harry continued to lick and suck, now sliding one finger down beneath Jack's balls into the cleft, stroking across the pucker. As his finger touched the hidden spot Harry felt Jack's soft cock begin to reawaken in his mouth. He let it slip from inside and played his lips up and down its length until he finally came close enough to lift one of Jack's balls into his mouth. Jack arched at that and groaned again, spreading his knees as far as he could.

Harry slid his arms under Jack's thighs and pulled the long body closer to the side of the bed, allowing Jack's buttocks to hang just off the edge, his balls dangling. Harry sucked the other ball into his mouth and rolled it back and forth with his tongue as Jack twisted and writhed on the bed. Harry dropped the ball from his mouth and wet two of his fingers then slid them back behind the sac to again tease at Jack's opening. He leaned down and began tonguing under Jack's balls as Jack's head bounced on the bed. He stopped and looked up.

"Do you want this, Jack? I won't force you into anything you don't want to do."

Jack growled deep in his throat. "You stop now and I'll kill you." He said as he pulled his feet up onto the edge of the bed, his knees creaking dangerously.

Harry chuckled as he leaned in and swiped his tongue over the same pucker, Jack gasping in response. He stroked against the opening and teased, trying to push his tongue in against the strong muscle. He finally breached it over and over flicking in and out before laving all around the outside of the ring.

Jack grabbed behind his knees and pulled back trying to open himself even further. Harry smiled and pulled back.

"Why did you stop?" Jack growled, lifting his head.

"Because I'm afraid that one of your legs will snap off if you keep that up, Jack. I don't want to be responsible for you being unable to walk. Turn over and kneel on the bed."

Jack groaned but complied and was on his knees with his feet dangling over the side of the bed in a couple of heartbeats. He folded his arms under his head and pushed his butt up into the air. Harry chuckled again.

"You're still a slut for rimming, aren't you?"

"Oh yeah... now get back in there." Jack mumbled into his forearm.

Harry stood up and grabbed the lube from the table next to the bed and dragged a chair over from the table; it would allow him to be at the perfect height.

"I don't FEEL anything back there, Harry."

Harry laughed out loud this time and leaned in, his pointed tongue going directly to the middle of the ring of muscle and pushing. Jack gasped again and thrust back as Harry's tongue flicked in and out, penetrating and withdrawing. He reached under and pulled Jack's again hard cock down and back. Then he lubed two fingers and pushed them in where his tongue had been, twisting and turning them inside. Harry tugged and pulled Jack's cock backwards and down as if milking him, twisting with his wrist as he came to the tip. The thrusting fingers were joined by a third as both of his hands magically worked a pliant Jack like putty. Jack rocked and groaned, still waving his butt in the air.

"You ready for more, Jack?"

"Yesss... more."

Harry removed his fingers and lubing his own cock, stood and pulled Jack's hips back, guiding his cock through the dilated pucker.

He slipped easily inside and stopped enjoying the tight warm sensation around his cock.

"Fuck me, Harry."

"Oh, I intend to do just that, Jack. Be patient." He pulled back and nearly out then slammed back inside quickly with a grunt.

"Yesss, again."

Harry gave Jack what he wanted over and over, rocking into him as the bed creaked under them both. He stopped and pulled out still wood hard. "Turn over Jack."

Jack knew what Harry wanted and rolled quickly onto his back and scooted to the very edge of the bed. Harry lifted long legs high over his shoulders and guided his cock back inside.

"Stroke yourself, Jack."

"It's a little early to expect me to be able to come again, Harry."

"Do it anyway; humor me." Harry said as he rolled his hips and prodded Jack's prostate. Jack gasped, his head rolling back. He grabbed for his own hard cock and began pulling as Harry angled to the same spot with increasing frequency. Harry began thrusting even harder now.

"Gonna give you one to remember, Jack. You'll be thinking about me every time you sit down for a week. Remember that flight after graduation? The one to Maxwell?..." When Jack groaned and nodded, Harry continued. "... how comfortable was that flight for you? Well, I'm going to make you remember that all over again."

"I remember having to lay on my side in the seat on the plane to Maxwell. I remember the marks my bunk at the Academy made in the floor as you fucked me the night before we left. I wonder if they're still there." Jack sighed, thrusting in counterpoint.

"I remember you telling me that you were hoping there were no physicals on your first day at Maxwell."

"The first thing I did when I got there was make a trip to the PX for Preparation H. I couldn't sit still in class for days."

Harry grabbed Jack's hips and slammed home. Jack pulled harder and faster at his own cock as his second orgasm neared, his balls tightening. Harry dripped sweat onto him from above then stilled and came with a feral grunt.

Jack had his second orgasm, the thin dribble of come more unimpressive than his first, but just as rewarding. Harry carefully lowered the long legs, slippery with their intermingled sweat, pulled out, and fell face forward onto the bed.

"Jesus! Am I getting old or was that particularly strenuous?" Harry gasped out.

"Yes and yes..." Jack smiled. "... I don't understand, you used to have so much more stamina."

"Stamina? Stamina? Why you... I got two orgasms out of YOU, asshole! So don't tell ME about stamina!"

"Come'ere you..." Jack pulled Harry close and kissed him deeply. "... I think I'll be remembering you every time I sit down for the next week again."

"Good! Then I feel as though I have accomplished something here."

"You always do, Harry."

"You can go now, Jack, and thanks."

"Already? But you said you weren't leaving until the morning."

"I'm not. I just figured you wouldn't want to be here any longer than you had to be."

"Oh I think I can manage to stay a little longer. At least long enough for you to recover a little. Think you have one more in you, Harry?"

"NOW??" Harry looked shocked.

"No, a little later, maybe I can spend the night and then in the morning we can go again?"

"One more for the road, Jack?"

"Yasureyabetcha!"

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