Adventures In Paradise 1

Babes In The Woods

by Euphrosyne

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ase/euphrosyne/paradise01.php
Summary: What if Jack and Harry weren't found at the end of Paradise Lost?

In his heart Jack knew what Harry had said was true. That all Harry really wanted was another chance, just a chance to live free of being hunted, a small island of peace after so long on the run. But now they were both marooned here, wherever here was, without a stargate and no portal; completely at the mercy of whoever or whatever had killed these 'Utopians', as Harry referred to them.

They had achieved a level of comfort over these past few months, an uneasy comfort but manageable nonetheless; a truce they agreed upon right after Jack discovered the paranoia-cress was causing their delusions and shot Harry to get his attention. Harry agreed to stop accusing Jack of trying to kill him and Jack agreed to stop threatening Harry with imminent rescue.

At first they had started separate dwellings but Jack took pity after the third time Harry's roof collapsed and now they worked together, on Jack's design. Under his direction, a dwelling suitable for two emerged with a roof strong enough to withstand inclement weather.

They scavenged what they could of what was left from the Utopians and buried the remains of the unfortunates in a mass grave. They agreed that after they had foodstuffs and supplies laid in they would begin work on a permanent cabin utilizing some of the massive forest nearby.

What Harry lacked in construction skills he made up for in domestic ones. On a scouting expedition he found a field of tall fragrant grass and began to harvest and dry it. Jack was puzzled until he returned after a hunt to a bed with a soft fragrant mattress, made from his shelter half and a little of Harry's ingenuity. They worked well together, even Jack had to admit that after a while as the laughing and joking became more comfortable between them. They stripped down to their boxers to save their clothing for the possibility of winter and saved their boots for hunting and scouting by going barefoot, whenever possible and around the camp.

When Harry discovered the orchard, things started to look up. It had obviously been well cared for by the Utopians and although it was in need of some pruning, it still thrived. The irrigation system established by the clever Utopians surviving long after they themselves had perished. The small purple fruits were firm and tasted remarkably like a cross between apples and pears, and were easily incorporated into their otherwise meager diet. The orchard also served as an apiary of sorts, when they discovered several hives of bees and harvested the honey.

Jack had managed to make and fire some pots and jugs, rediscovering a hobby he had put aside a few years ago, after Harry found a suitable clay deposit near one of the ruins. They stored the honey, it would add some diversity to their diet and the beeswax could be utilized to seal pots and jugs to help to preserve the contents.

The lake was fresh water and fed from a river and falls that Jack had found on one of their first days there. Jack longed to salt some fish in case of winter but they could find no ready source of salt in any of their scouting missions so they took to smoking and drying fish instead, eventually adding a variety of game to the smoked stores.

"Harry? Where the hell are the two new jugs I made? I wanted to try decorating them so we could tell them from the others." Jack looked around the small area where he placed the fired pots to cool.

"Uh... I needed them, Jack. Can't you make a couple more?"

"What the hell did you need them for? You couldn't have asked?"

"Well... I didn't think it was necessary... I have a little project I'm working on... I didn't realize that you were so possessive about them."

"Well... I'm not. I just wanted to try painting them with this dye I made from the fruit skins." He held out a small pot with dark purple slurry in it.

"Well, why don't you add the stuff to a new batch of clay and just make purple pots?"

"Yeah... I guess. What did you need the pots for?" Jack looked around.

Harry stood from where he'd been stirring the kettle suspended over the fire and smiled.

"It's a surprise, Jack."

"Why do I feel like I should worry about that?" Jack motioned towards the pot. "How's the stew coming?"

"Needs salt."

"Well, DUH! Aside from that?"

"I'm going to get a few of those berries off that evergreen to add... it'll spice it up a bit and take our minds off the lack of salt."

"Yeah...well, don't go overboard like the last time. I could have sworn my bowels were coming out."

"Well... Thanks for THAT lovely visual... how could I forget? You whined for two weeks."

Jack stirred the slurry in the small pot and looked up. "Hey... I thought I was gonna die."

"Another couple of days and I might have put you out of MY misery." Harry said as he walked towards the area of forest where the particular evergreen he sought grew in abundance.

They allowed each other plenty of space, wandering a good distance away from the hut to bathe and take the edge off when the frustration became unbearable. And since neither of them had been very social creatures in their former incarnations, their sex lives remained virtually unchanged except maybe for more calluses on their sex partners.

After dinner one evening Harry disappeared for a short time. Jack was a little worried. They still weren't absolutely certain that there were no large predators on this planet and Harry had a long history of poor choices and timing. Jack was just reaching for the P-90 and his boots when Harry returned bearing a familiar looking jug. Jack immediately recognized it as one of his earliest efforts, done before he had perfected his technique, and was about to ask where it had been when he looked into Harry's slightly unfocused eyes.

"Harry?"

"Jack."

"What have you been up to?"

"Up to? Me?"

"You."

"I thought you might like a little treat, Jack."

"What KIND of treat, Harry?"

"Just a little something I made. I think you'll like it." Harry sat the jug on the table and picking up a cup tilted the jug enough to slosh some dark brown liquid into it.

"What is it?" Jack was sure he knew the answer here. He just thought he'd push Harry a little further before giving in.

"It's cider... I think... well, it's SORT OF cider... sort of mead... its fruit and honey... just try it will you?"

"Wait...we're struggling to stay alive and YOU'RE making HOOCH?"

"Will you PLEASE just TRY it?"

"Fine." Jack picked up the cup and sniffed the contents. Then he sipped gingerly.

The potent liquid was slightly thicker than hard cider, fruity and much sweeter than he expected. He swallowed and the alcohol sublimated up into his sinuses and made him cough. His eyes closed against the internal fumes that threatened to bring tears to his eyes, and he inhaled deeply through his mouth, spreading the flavor further along his palate.

"WOW!... smooth!"

Harry laughed. "Yep, I thought so too." Harry grabbed another cup and poured himself some. They sat and amicably discussed the various barracks wines and hooch they had made during their careers and contrasted and compared this new alien version to liquors they remembered.

About four cups into the discussion, the giggling started. It seemed that two hard ass, seasoned Air Force Colonels were not immune to giggling after all, when inspired by the high alcohol cider. When Harry tripped and fell on his way to the water jug looking for a chaser, Jack bent down to help him and wound up lying next to him. They crawled across the straw strewn floor of the hut until they could sit up leaning against one of the beds and laughed harder at their own impairment.

"Well...this just about makes this place perfect... don't ya think?" Jack tried very hard not to slur his words.

"Yep..." Harry didn't feel the need to try as hard. "... now if we only had a piece of ..." Harry swallowed his next words.

"Ass? You were going to say ass, weren't you?" Jack laughed and pointed accusingly. "Go on...admit it...you WERE going to say ass."

Harry was indignant. He cocked his head slightly to the side, took a deep breath and managed the beginnings of a frown...before he burst out laughing.

"Yeah...I guess I was."

"SEE! I knew it...I suppose she would be petite with big blue eyes and blonde hair, big boobs and a tight..." Jack began.

"Green eyes and red hair." Harry interrupted shaking his head.

"Sounds like a fucking Christmas Ornament... get real, Harry."

"Christ! Who made YOU my confessor? Okay, I have been known to settle on occasion."

"I'll bet." Jack laughed.

"Can we PLEASE change the subject, Jack? I'm too drunk to have to go to into the woods for a whack." Harry rubbed his hardening cock through his pants.

"You don't have to go into the woods for a whack, Harry. We're both adults here."

Jack took another drink of the high alcohol hooch and his eyes slid down to watch Harry's forearm as it splinted the length of his crotch.

"Yeah? I don't see YOU whipping it out, Jack."

"Well, I'm NOT the one with the problem, Harry."

"So, you AREN'T thinking about sliding into a hot, wet, tight crack till your balls are snug. Then pulling back just a little until only the tip of your cock is inside, in all that heat...the rest of your shaft cooling slightly in the air, and then sliding back into that wet heat again?" Now, Harry was openly rubbing his aching length through his pants, knowing that Jack was watching him.

Jack's eyes closed and he groaned.

"That's dirty pool, Harry." Then his hand slid down to cup his own burgeoning erection.

"Misery loves company, Jack..." Harry reached over and slid his hand under Jack's, testing the extent of his tumescence. "...and I'd say we're BOTH fairly miserable now."

Harry's hand moved back to his own crotch, he freed his aching cock and began stroking.

"Christ, Harry!"

"I thought you said we were BOTH adults, O'Neill?"

Jack's eyes were riveted to Harry's groin; the heated stare only serving to fuel Harry's fire as he stroked. He tilted his head back and set his rhythm, all the while watching O'Neill from the corner of his eye.

Before long, Jack succumbed and opened his own shorts and began stroking, at first without exposing his cock. He soon gave in, unbuttoned the waistband of his pants and pulled himself free of the constriction.

They sat side by side, each using their own time proven pattern. Then, Harry's eyes drifted down and he openly watched Jack. Jack was oblivious, at first, then his own eyes drifted and he caught Harry staring.

"Having some trouble concentrating there, Harry?..." Jack looked down at Harry's crotch. "...or are they just NOT in love anymore?" He nodded to where Harry's hard cock lay next to his limp hand.

"Could use a little help."

"And you expect ME to be that help?"

"There's nobody ELSE here."

Jack looked into Harry's face, down at Harry's hard cock, and then back up into his face. He shook his head slightly and closed his eyes briefly.

"You're NOT exactly my type." Jack sighed and reached across Harry's body with his left hand running his index finger up the length of Harry's cock.

Harry gasped and doubled over at the touch of a hand other than his own.

"OH JESUS!"

O'Neill withdrew his hand briefly and looked Harry in the eye.

"No, sorry, just Jack." Then he repeated the single digit stroke.

"Prick tease." Harry gasped.

"I'll show YOU a prick tease!" Jack shifted on his hip slightly and wrapped his right hand around Harry's cock and started a frantic pace.

Harry nearly went through the hut roof as the strange hand wrapped him, but it didn't take much to get acquainted with the sensations the touch produced. He decided to let Jack drive for a while, and before long he was bucking into the hand, keeping the pace. His fists were balled and rested on his thighs as the pressure mounted within him, nearing that sweet crescendo.

Suddenly the hand was withdrawn. It took a moment for its absence to register in his brain and he opened his eyes and looked into the biggest grin he had EVER seen on O'Neill's face.

"Ja-ack!"

"Now THAT'S a prick tease!" O'Neill said proudly.

A heartbeat later, Harry's hand wrapped itself around Jack's cock and started its own flesh dance.

"Won't work, Harry. I'm not as easy as you are." Jack laughed.

"Oh no? Well maybe THIS will work."

Harry slid down nearly flat on the floor, his face in Jack's lap, and with a pointed tongue licked the length of Jack's cock.

Jack gasped, shuddered and then tried to slide away. Harry grasped the erect organ and this time wrapped his lips around the weeping head and began to suck.

Jack was lost, lost AND damned.

"Harry, please... you need to stop... you don't want to be doing this..."

Harry paused in his efforts and looked up into Jack's face and its pained expression.

"So, Jack...tell me YOUR dream date... I told you mine." Then he dove back into Jack's lap for another taste.

"You won't like it."

Harry came back up for air. "No? What makes you SO sure? Tell me."

"Six foot, about two hundred pounds, fairly well muscled, with light brown hair, succulent lips, and the bluest eyes you've ever seen."

Harry paused mid suck, and looked up.

"That sounds a lot like... a guy, Jack."

"Told you, you wouldn't like it..." Jack whispered softly. "...and it's not just ANY guy, Harry."

"No, you're right, but tell me Jack, does Daniel KNOW?"

"Why? Would it make you feel better to think I was cheating on him with you? You'd like THAT, wouldn't you? You'd like to know that you've cuckolded Daniel, even if he doesn't know."

"Well, I can tell you that it certainly adds to the attraction... but who said anything about the desire to cuckold Daniel? Maybe I just want YOU."

Harry's face dropped back into Jack's lap and this time he swallowed Jack as far as he could, Jack shuddered and gasped. Then Harry's fingers traveled across Jack's balls, tickling and teasing, rolling them between his fingers before moving further back along Jack's perineum.

"Besides, Jack...Daniel isn't here, I am... and we're all alone... what are you going to do? Save yourself for Daniel, like some kind of weird vestal virgin, when I can give you what you need." Harry's fingers found what they were seeking and prodded at Jack's hole. His mouth went deep onto the hard cock again, just as Jack exploded in orgasm.

Surprisingly, Harry swallowed; that shocked Jack nearly as much as it did Harry. Before long, Jack was spent and limp, luxuriating in that haze that meant his brain was starting to receive a blood supply again.

"Get up, Jack." Harry pulled out of Jack's lap and sat back.

Jack got clumsily to his feet as Harry pulled his shorts all the way down and off, and then pushed him back onto the mattress.

"My turn." Harry panted as he rid himself of his own clothes. Then he stood beside the bed and looked down at the flushed body beneath him.

"Do you have ANY idea what you're doing, Harry?" Jack's voice was a whisper.

"Abso-fucking-lutely! And what's MORE important is, I know WHO I'm DOING too!"

"Well, that's nice. Cause unless you have some kind of lube, all you WILL be doing is YOURSELF."

"So, what? You had yours and that's that?" Harry quickly scanned the hut until his eyes found the small pot of cooked animal fat that they had planned to render to make candles. He crossed the floor in three steps and was back before Jack knew he was gone.

He dipped two fingers into the pot and lifting Jack's balls with the other hand slid them back towards the entrance to Jack's body. He circled the opening and pressed the blunt, callused tips against the tight pucker. As he pushed inside Jack's eyes widened and his mouth opened as if to say something, but no sound escaped.

The muscular entrance was tight against Harry's fingers as he slid them in and out a little, spreading the grease as much as possible. It melted in the intense heat of the area and slid down his hand. He used the opportunity to force a third finger inside, then flexed and curled them as Jack's hips ground back against his arm, inviting more.

"Like that, do you?" Harry leaned forward and licked the length of Jack's semi soft cock. Then he nipped at the tender flesh of Jack's inner thigh, leaving teeth marks as Jack yelped.

"Ewwwww, you like THAT too, I see." Commenting on Jack's returning erection.

"What else do you like, Jack? Tell me... because I can give it to you, you know." Harry leaned back down and bit into the soft inner thigh on the other side as Jack arched against him. Jack's head shot up, in surprise.

"SHIT! You fucking BIT me!"

"And it looks like you loved it too! What else? A little tug here and there?"

Harry grabbed one of Jack's balls and squeezed it in his palm. Jack gasped and shuddered. Harry released the prisoner and reaching up roughly pinched the soft skin just between the cock and balls and Jack arched again.

Harry was in control now and forced another finger inside Jack, twisting them in place until he roughly brushed Jack's prostate. Jack strained down looking for further sensation and Harry laughed.

"Time for knees up, Jack!"

Jack pulled his legs up and held them by grabbing behind his knees. Harry used his other hand to drop some more grease onto his impaling hand and as it melted, slid his hand in and out.

"Wanna go for five, Jack?" He stared in the sweating face below him and pulled his fingers back and nearly out.

"You know I really shouldn't be able to do this to you this easily? How come you're so loose still, are you holding out on me?"

"I miss Daniel." Jack's voice was husky and low.

"And what's THAT got to do with it?" Harry flexed his fingers inside and that instantly refocused Jack on him.

"I... I made a few... toys... keep them hidden." Jack panted.

"Well, you'll have to retrieve them so we can BOTH play. Didn't your mother ever teach you to SHARE your toys? They must be good sized for you to be this loose." Harry palmed his thumb and pressed back into Jack's body. There was a lot of initial resistance but once past the muscular ring they slid in smoothly.

"GOD! AWW, GOD!..." Jack's head went back as he arched pushing back onto the impaling hand. "... I didn't think you'd be interested."

"You were obviously wrong, Jack...but I'm afraid we have to stop now... I wouldn't want you too loose, that would take all the fun away for me."

Harry stroked over the gland deliberately several times as he withdrew his hand. Then he used the same hand to lube his aching cock and slid inside in a single thrust. Jack's legs wrapped around him and he withdrew slightly for a better angle and pushed inside again.

By now Harry was too worked up for it to last, and he thrust twice more and came, hard, collapsing onto Jack. Jack came a second time as Harry spilled into him and then he too was spent. They lay like that for a long time until Jack's legs cramped and demanded to be repositioned. Harry slipped easily from Jack's body and he fell to the side as their breathing and heart rates normalized.

'Well, that was fun! We'll have to do THAT again!" Harry laughed as he spread Jack's semen around on his belly. "Maybe next time we can even get adventurous. I'm thinking maybe I could make a small whip."

"Only if I get to use it on you too." Jack rolled to his side and toyed with Harry's flaccid cock. Harry looked down to watch him.

"Inciting a riot, Jack? You sure you want to do that? Can you finish what you start?"

Jack smiled.

"Always. The question is... can YOU? Daniel says I'm insatiable; he even has a special dildo that he makes me wear at home when he's tired of screwing me. How about you?"

Harry smiled and slapped Jack hard on the nearest ass cheek.

"HEY!"

"Hurt?"

"Yeah it hurt. First you bite me and now you slap me."

"Spank, Jack, and you loved it!"

"Yeah I guess."

"Why don't you go get your toys and meet me at the lake? We'll have a swim, clean up a little and see what develops."

"Works for me!"

"I thought it might." Harry pushed up off the bed and walked towards the hut door. He turned and looked back giving Jack a leer.

"I'll be right behind you." Jack got up and headed for the door.

"We'll see, Jack. We'll see."

fin

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