Adventures In Paradise 2

Harry Dearest

by Euphrosyne

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ase/euphrosyne/paradise02.php
Summary: What if Jack and Harry weren't found at the end of Paradise Lost?

Jack walked into camp covered with enough blood and dirt to be annoying and uncomfortable. He carried a large animal carcass over his shoulders, the newly skinned creature's flesh continuously weeping all over his chest and back. He dragged a bloody hand across his forehead to remove the sweat and in its wake left an ugly reddish brown smear.

"HARRY! Where the hell are you? Goddamn it, Harry... don't make me come in there like this!" Jack was tired and his head hurt, all he wanted was a drink of water and a swim.

"FUCKING HELL!" He stormed towards the hut just as Harry came out from the woods behind it.

"Jack!...Jesus, are you okay?" There was the tiniest hint of panic in the voice.

"I'm just dandy, Harry...where were YOU?" Then he took in the slightly embarrassed look, the flushed cheeks, the sweat covered chest and as his eyes drifted downward he suddenly figured out where Harry had been.

"CHRIST! I'm out there hunting... have to butcher something that reminded me of my neighbor's dog...and YOU are whacking off in the woods! Is this some kind of SPA to you?... Could I get you a beverage, Harry?"

"That's not fair, Jack, and you know it... here, I'll help you hang it." Harry moved towards the smoke shed as Jack followed. Harry opened the door and waited for Jack to lift the carcass from his shoulders.

"I'm too tired, Harry...I don't think I can lift it off by myself."

Harry nodded and moved to Jack's back, lifting the carcass up as Jack bent his knees.

"SHIT! It's heavy! This must be at least a seventy pounder... how many shots?"

"One, even managed to salvage the arrow."

"I gotta hand it to you, Jack. You've become quite an archer..." Harry finished securing the back legs to the frame in the shed and looked around. "...where's the rest of it?"

"Yeah well, Labbits don't move too fast... I still hate killing something THAT cute, if you could consider a rabbit the size of a Labrador retriever cute. Anyway, the rest of it is still back there. I couldn't carry it all. The skin is ready for stretching but I'm afraid the only organ of any value seems to be the liver, it was a chest shot... if you want anything else, you'll have to go clean it yourself... Frankly I'm inclined to dump it all or use it for bait." Jack struggled to stand erect his hands immediately going to the small of his back for comfort.

"You look beat, Jack. Why don't you go clean up? I'll put some water on to heat so you can shave."

Jack's hand went to his face, rubbing his bristled chin and cheeks and leaving more red brown streaks.

"Ya know, Harry... I'm thinking of letting it grow... I'm tired of shaving."

Harry looked disappointed and just shook his head.

"I don't think so, Jack... I prefer you clean shaven."

"Yeah but... that's just so you can PRETEND I'm a woman when we're having sex." Jack stepped into Harry's personal space and Harry stepped back.

"And YOU pretend I'M Daniel...so don't give me your, 'holier than thou, I'm gay and you're out of luck' crap. We support each other's fantasies, we have to... so you go wash, then shave and I might be able to rub some of the soreness out of your back before dinner." Harry smiled and patted Jack on the arm.

"And what kind of reward will I get for shaving, eh?" Jack stepped into Harry's personal space again.

This time Harry didn't back up. He reached down and pushed aside the leather loincloth Jack now wore for hunting. His callused fingers softly stroked the flaccid cock and reached down and fondled the soft balls in his palm. He smiled and rolled the warm sac in his hand.

"What kind of reward would you like?"

"Something a little kinky, I think... I know!... How about I DO YOU?"

Harry smiled and laughed, they'd played this game before.

"Like I've told you before... no chance, gay boy... so you might as well forget it... this Daniel is strictly a top. But I AM open to OTHER suggestions."

"Harry did you ever consider the fact that, in most circles, screwing a guy up the ass on a regular basis would label YOU as gay too?"

Harry looked around.

"I don't SEE those circles you're talking about, Jack, but when the Labbits start talking about me, be sure to let me know. Or, you know, you could always train one of them to take it up the ass." Harry was laughing now.

"Yeah...I could... but so could YOU..." Jack's voice trailed off as Harry squeezed his balls a little just for effect. Jack reached down and grabbed Harry's wrist, stilling his hand... the standoff had them both hardening.

"Go...wash, Jack...I'll be there in a couple of minutes with some hot water and I'll shave you."

"Can I trust you?"

"I don't know, can you?" Harry released his hold on Jack and headed for the hut, as Jack moved towards the small pier.

Jack dropped his loincloth on the pier, waded in and dove forward submerging himself in the warm, shallow water. He ran his hands all over his body and through his hair, then grabbed a handful of the fine silt from under his feet and squeezed the water from it. He laughed and thought about how he used the mud like one of those fine exfoliating body washes that Daniel would spend big bucks on from Crabtree and Evelyn. It didn't smell like sandalwood or rain forests but it worked pretty well for removing dried-on blood, gore and dirt from his skin. He worked some into his hair and then submerged again to rinse it completely, he hated for his scalp to feel gritty. He stood and waded back towards the pier and saw Harry sitting on the side his short legs dangling into the water.

That wasn't fair, Harry was only maybe four or five inches shorter than him at five foot nine or ten, but sometimes he seemed like such a ... midget. He and Daniel fit together better, the size disparity not so obvious. Harry motioned him to stand between his dangling legs, putting him at an almost perfect height for Harry to reach his face.

"I have a little surprise, Jack. I made something for you." Harry smiled as Jack raised a suspicious eyebrow. Harry reached behind him and picked up a small wooden bowl.

"What is that?"

"Well, it's...uh, I dunno, shaving cream... first aid cream... uh, cold cream... I made it from the sap from those ferns and a little passion fruit juice and whipped it."

"And it got thick like that? I'm supposed to let you put THAT on my face; it's PURPLE for god's sake?"

"The fruit juice was needed to thicken it... fruit pectin you know, and the purple washes right off, the fern sap seems to keep it from staining." Harry explained, now more accustomed to the questioning after all these months.

"I swear to god, Harry if you make my face purple..." The threat didn't need further elaboration.

"It won't be purple... now, come here like a good boy or no nookie."

Harry grinned. Jack frowned and tilted his face up as Harry slathered the cool herbal concoction over his cheeks and chin.

Harry proceeded carefully, managing to nick Jack only once during the entire procedure. Shaving with a knife required more pressure and delicacy than a razor and invariably left Jack with abraded areas on his chin and several nicks. The herbal gel worked well, soothing the areas where Jack would have usually gotten razor burn and even stopped the bleeding from the nick. Harry rinsed Jack's face using the remainder of the hot water then turned it side to side to examine his handiwork.

"Very nice! You know we can use this kinda like a shampoo too." Harry smiled at his own ingenuity.

Jack's hand came up and felt his smooth face with the back of his hand.

"That's closer than I've been able to get for a while, that stuff works! Now, as long as I don't look like Barney..."

Harry handed him the small mirror they had salvaged from their packs, and allowed Jack to reassure himself that he was NOT purple.

"...nice!... okay, you can make more of that stuff. I'll make you a pot with a lid for it... thanks, Harry."

"You're welcome... I DO wish you'd let your hair grow though." Harry ran his hands through Jack's wet hair, causing the silvery white strands to spike out.

"No... I don't think I want to fuel your twisted heterosexual fantasies anymore than they already are, sorry." Jack started to get out of the water and climbed onto the pier. He stood and tried to stretch out his tired and cramping muscles as Harry sat below, getting dripped on and watched.

Jack looked down.

"You promised me a massage, Harry."

"So I did, Jack, so I did."

Harry reached up and started to gently fondle Jack's flaccid package.

"That better NOT be what you meant by a massage, either." Jack warned and extended a hand to help Harry to his feet.

"Come on, back to the hut. I have a place already for you."

They walked into the hut and Jack saw that Harry had actually been very busy. The hut smelled of bread and meat and as Jack lay down on the bed he noticed that the mattress had obviously been newly re-stuffed. He rolled to his belly and inhaled deeply, the almost lavender- almost rosemary fragrance of the grass Harry used in the mattresses was soothing and hypnotic. He began to drift off with the alluring scent when Harry began rubbing his neck and shoulders.

He groaned, loudly. He couldn't help it.

"You okay?" Harry stopped and leaned down to look at his face.

"I'm good... that's wonderful, Harry. What's for supper?"

"That's a surprise, Jack...but I'll let you guess what desert is if you'd like."

"Uh, let's see... uh, passion fruit?" Jack used the name that they had finally agreed on for the purple fruit that grew in the orchard. Its fermented cider had fueled their first sexual encounter, so they decided it fit pretty well.

"YEP! What are you... psychic?"

Jack laughed into the mattress. "I guess so...either that or psycho."

"Now I thought we agreed no more paranoia-cress? Have you been munching on the foliage again?"

"Not on your life, Harry. Now where were you?"

Harry took the hint and started the massage in earnest. His strong hands carefully kneaded out the tension in Jack's neck and shoulders. Jack became quiet except for the nearly continuous sighing and groaning, which amused Harry.

He worked his way down the lean, darkly tanned back working out the knots in the muscles wherever he found them. His hands were slow and sure and he thought it oddly amusing that his hand strength had quickly become an asset. He finally arrived at the evenly bronzed buttocks and wondered briefly what people would pay for this kind of dark, even tan back on earth. He squeezed the taut globes in his palms and right on cue, Jack groaned again. He quickly moved further down and wrapped his hands around first one thigh and then the other working both the quadriceps and hamstrings of each leg at the same time. He used gentler stokes around Jack's much abused knees and was rewarded with a contented sigh. Finally, he assaulted first one calf and then the other, knowing that Jack preferred he stop there, his feet were too ticklish to deal with massage. He stood and stretched his own back out.

"Time to turn over, Jack."

Jack groaned and then slowly turned over, looking at Harry through half closed eyes.

Harry took one hand and then began his kneading motions again working his way from the long fingered, callused hands up the long, sinewy arms to those broad tanned shoulders. He stopped there leaned down and closing his eyes, kissed Jack gently on the mouth. The kiss although tender and soft was quite a surprise to Jack and his eyes shot open. When Harry's hands moved to Jack's face, the kiss deepened, and Jack allowed himself to get lost in an activity that he hadn't performed for nearly a year.

The lips weren't Daniel's, they weren't full like that, but they were soft and warm and felt so good he wanted to cry. He turned his head into the kiss and tried to fool his mind into thinking that it WAS Daniel. He grabbed both sides of Harry's head and crushed their mouths together in a bruising answer to increasing need.

That was too much for Harry who pushed himself away, gasping for breath.

"NO!"

Jack looked surprised and extremely disappointed.

"Hey! YOU started it! I was just doing what comes naturally."

"There's nothing NATURAL about being a fag, Jack. I just got carried away, that's all."

"Sure, Harry; and I'm Carmen Miranda." Jack smiled.

Harry tilted his head slightly and looked at Jack closely.

"You could do the dress, but the fruit basket hat would be all wrong for you."

"Damn and I had my heart set on the pineapple too! So, do you want to explain what that was all about?"

Harry blushed and tried to divert Jack's attention by going for attitude.

"I told you, I just got a little carried away... it just happened... don't worry, it won't happen again."

Jack's face softened and he smiled then he reached up and put his hand on Harry's arm.

"That's okay, Harry... I liked it. You're a pretty good kisser... I didn't realize how much I missed just kissing until now."

"Yeah... well, get over it, I promise you it won't happen again."

"And if I WANT it to?"

"Just drop it, Jack." Harry turned and walked away.

"HEY!! You didn't finish my massage yet... get back here! Where are you going?..."

Harry turned and looked Jack in the eye as he headed for the door.

"Ya know...I think I prefer my hand...it doesn't talk as much and isn't as demanding."

Jack leaned up on his elbows at that, his face revealing its owner's disappointment. Harry walked out and turning the corner, started walking towards the woods. He only got as far as the back of the hut, before he had to stop.

Harry bent at the waist and put his hands on his knees. He was loosing control and he didn't much care for the feeling. Jack was a buddy fuck, an orifice of convenience, that's all, he couldn't allow him to become anything else or he'd be painted with the same brush.

He'd be a fag, too.

Jack's sexual preference shouldn't have surprised him and in fact, didn't. When he was in the NID he'd done a thorough investigation into Jack's personal and private life at the request of a couple of the NID's bigwigs. They had wanted something to hang the man with; Harry had come up completely empty. He gave them his report, omitting an obvious conclusion.

EVERYBODY had something to hide; why didn't this man?

Jack O'Neill was pure as the driven snow. All his dirt was swept under Uncle Sam's carpet, done for God and country, and sanctioned by the government. Other than the matter of his child's unfortunate death and his separation and subsequent divorce from his wife; there was nothing, nada, zip. That had set off alarms in Harry's suspicious mind but he didn't trust any of his bosses enough to tell THEM that.

So, after handing in his report and without official sanction, he chose to satisfy his OWN curiosity and indulged in a little extracurricular investigation. O'Neill's tracks had been so well covered that Harry had ultimately resorted to bugging Jack's truck and following him. The project came to a startling end when Harry followed Jack to a gay bar in Denver. He wound up later that same evening listening in on a lurid encounter in Jack's truck with a man he had picked up at the bar. That was WAY more than Harry cared to hear and with his curiosity satisfied he ended the surveillance the same night. He never told anyone, THEY didn't need to know.

Harry knew LOTS of guys in the military were gay, that didn't make them any less trustworthy or patriotic than the straight ones. Many of them were highly decorated heroes like O'Neill, or in sensitive and powerful positions.

He felt no compunction to expose the man, or any other fag for that matter; they were as entitled to die for their country as he was. He justified his non-action with his own personal credo:

'Live and let live; but keep the tape... just in case'.

You could never get rid of them all, so why bother, let them have their perverted proclivities; just don't EVER drop the soap in a communal shower.

He also had little problem justifying his own urge to fuck a man. It was all he had available, as long as he continued to pretend Jack was a woman, and only used him for his own gratification, his sexual orientation was NOT in danger. No way he was gonna let Jack O'Neill turn HIM into a fag. He'd kill him first. The more he thought about it the angrier he got... why the hell was he letting Jack O'Neill turn him inside out like this.

He stood up and headed back around to the hut door and looked inside.

Jack was still lying on the bed, now sprawled on his stomach sound asleep. Harry's heart started to pound at the sight, the long legs trailed the length of the bed, but one arm and hand draped over the side, fingers curling against the thick dried straw they used for flooring. The spiky hair, silver bleached white by the sun; longer now than it had been but not long enough for Harry's tastes, for the illusion he wanted. His throat tightened and his cock hardened as he saw himself buried balls deep in that bronzed ass. Harry balled his fists, and inhaled deeply, clenching his teeth. He wanted to lash out, to make Jack suffer as much as he was suffering. So what if Daniel wasn't here? At least Jack had what HE most wanted ... a man, what did Harry have? It wasn't fair that Jack got to enjoy it so much.

Harry looked around the dwelling, his eyes falling on the small touches of home that he had created. Here he was becoming some kind of twisted domestic goddess while Jack got his jollies off. His eyes fell on his 'sewing corner' where he had been rending animal skin into strips to sew some of the Labbit furs together for blankets and clothing. He saw the wad of leather strips loosely knotted on one end to keep them together and immediately headed for it. He picked it up and untied it removing ten or fifteen lengths of leather; he tied them in a knot at one end and placed a second knot about two inches above the first. Harry carried it and the other loose strands of leather towards the bed and formed a plan.

Harry leaned over the sleeping form and spoke quietly.

"Jack?"

For a second there was no response, then the fingers lying curled on the floor straw started to move.

"Jack?"

This time the sable eyes opened and looked around, the face broke into a soft smile when it located Harry standing so close.

"Harry... are you better now?"

"There was never anything wrong with ME Jack... I'm not the fag."

"Right, Harry."

"Wanna play?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"I think I might like to tie you up."

"Oh, I don't know about that, Harry. I'm not really much into the whole bondage scene, brings back too many ghosts I guess. Isn't there something else?"

"Well, actually... yes there is. I made a toy of my own, with you in mind of course."

Jack groaned. "Please tell me it isn't a couple Labbit bladders filled with water that you want me to strap on for boobs."

Harry's eyes widened and you could almost see the thought being processed.

"WOW! Jack, I hadn't thought of THAT... what a COOL idea!"

"And I'd wear them too, Harry... just as soon as you let ME screw YOU!"

Harry's smile faded.

"That is SO not going to happen, gay boy..." Harry shook his head and smiled. " ...you wanna play? We play MY way, or not at all."

" Don't we always... so, what did you have in mind?" Jack started to turn over.

"STOP! Stay right like that..." Harry moved closer to the bed and dropped the leather strips onto the bed by Jack's feet. "... I'm thinking you look a little chilly lying there like that and maybe you might need to be warmed up some."

Jack lifted his head.

"Are you nuts? It's gotta be ninety degrees, Harry."

Harry reached out with his hands and covered both of Jack's butt cheeks at the same time. He started to knead and squeeze as if continuing the earlier massage. Jack's head dropped back onto the mattress and he groaned in response, allowing his muscles to again become the putty that Harry had produced before.

When Jack sighed and relaxed, Harry smiled, he withdrew one hand and drawing back let it fly against Jack's right buttock.

In response, Jack jumped away and yelped.

"THAT SHIT HURTS, HARRY!"

"Get back on your belly, Jack. This won't be as much fun if I accidentally smack the wrong thing." Harry picked up his crudely fashioned whip and dragged the soft leathers strips across Jack's exposed thigh and package. He wriggled the tails back across and under Jack's cock and pulled them over his balls. Jack froze in position and closed his eyes against the feather touch of the leather strips. Harry pulled the whip away and smiled.

"Lay down and turn over, Jack."

"Okay, Harry... but remember... you don't want to do any damage that I and ultimately YOU will regret."

Jack moved back to his belly. The red handprint on his right buttock was raised and stood out, even against the bronze color of Jack's skin.

Harry dragged the ends of the leather whip delicately across the red handprint and Jack gasped.

"How's THAT feel, Jack?" Harry repeated the motion over the sensitized area until Jack became accustomed to the leather tails. Then he moved the whip down to Jack's thighs and dragged it upwards and into the deep crevice between Jack's buttocks.

"Oh, God!"

"No, just Harry... but you can call me god if you wish."

"Funny, Maybourne...very funny...you kno..."

Anything else Jack was going to say was swallowed as Harry pulled back and let the whip fly against Jack's left buttock.

"SHIT!"

"Like that, do ya? Want a little more?" Harry pulled back and let the whip fly against the red handprint this time. Jack jumped and squirmed, he started to turn over just as Harry let another stroke fly.

The leather tails caught Jack across his thigh, cock and balls. Jack yelped as Harry's eyes widened in terror. He dropped the whip instantly.

The shocked look on Jack's face was only exceeded by the one on Harry's face as he watched the welts rise across Jack's package and groin. Harry didn't know what to do.

"Jack... I... I'm SO sorry... I never meant to hurt you, really."

Jack looked down and assessed the damage. The leather strands left his balls tingling and his cock hardening, he reached up and took Harry's hand. The serious look on his face faded and was replaced with a kind of half smile.

"It's alright, Harry... I'm okay... it was an accident."

Jack might as well have been speaking in some alien language. Harry couldn't process his words... he couldn't really hear them... his heart was pounding too loudly in his ears. Jack took the sweaty hand that had held the whip and guided it to his engorging cock.

Harry was startled out of wherever his mind had wandered and he followed the length of his arm with his eyes. They came to rest on his hand which now rested against Jack's tumescence.

"How about we try that again, eh? Just warn me before springing any surprises on me, okay?" Jack smiled and rolled to his side.

Harry exhaled loudly in relief, he panted twice and relaxed, then picked up the whip and starting at Jack's ankles dragged the leather strands up the long legs, wiggling them back and forth as Jack rolled back to his belly.

The handprint although less red was still noticeable and Harry hesitantly drew back the small whip and brought it to bear half-heartedly against Jack's left buttock. Jack groused.

"Oh, please, Harry... either put a little effort into it or wake me up when you're done."

Jack's snarl brought Harry back to his senses and the next blow was one that promised to keep Jack awake.

Harry began alternating sides and before long Jack was squirming, grinding his needy cock into the mattress.

"Get up, Jack... stand up and lean over the table. " Harry's confidence returned as Jack's desire for stimulation increased. Jack got up and moved across the floor to the trundle style table and he leaned over and grabbed the sides, resting his chest on the wooden surface.

Harry admired the welts rising across the buttocks almost as much as he admired the rigid, weeping cock that sprang from the blond-brown-silver pubis. He laid a few more strokes onto each buttock and then ordered Jack to spread his legs wide. When Jack complied he aimed the next few strokes so the majority of strands would fall into the cleft between the buttocks and against Jack's sensitive perineum.

As those strokes fell, Jack thrust back into them, he was close.

"Harry... I'm gonna turn around... you... just keep on going, okay?... You aren't... hurting me."

Harry was panting.

"You... you sure?"

"Yes... trust me."

"Okay...it's your...equipment."

Harry continued to stroke away as Jack turned and the welts quickly began to appear across Jack's thighs too. Jack at first sat and then laid back on the table his feet barely touching the floor, as the strokes started landing against his cock and balls he arched upwards. The welts developed quickly across his thighs and package and on the fourth stroke Jack gasped and came... hard. Harry gentled the strokes slightly but didn't stop as he tried to make sure that every portion of Jack's twitching cock would have a stinging reminder of the occasion.

Finally, Jack could stand no further stimulation and put his hands out to shield his groin. He was covered with in fine sheen of sweat and flushed, his pupils were dilated and he had a huge grin on his face that crinkled his eyes and showed deep face-splitting dimples. In short; Jack was a happy camper.

Harry almost came at the sight. He dropped the whip to the bench next to the table and moved up to where he could rub his very hard and aching cock against Jack's heated package. He rubbed sweat and pre cum into the welts as Jack hissed under him, and he scraped the cum off Jack's belly and chest with his hand and held his hand for Jack to clean his fingers. Jack held his wrist and sucked each finger into his mouth first licking it clean and then sucking on it and nipping as each callused digit was removed from his custody.

"OH god...turn over, Jack... turn over, now!" He stepped back as Jack went back to his original position and grabbed the sides of the table again. Harry stepped back to where he had left the pot of grease and was slicking the head of his cock as he came back. He parted the red welted buttocks in front of him and forcefully pushed into the ringed muscle.

With the first burning pain, Jack hissed but said nothing, trying to steady his breathing and relax against the next onslaught. Harry's sweat dripped onto the welted skin and he smeared it around before raising his hand and coming down with a hard slap to the insulted tissue.

Jack yelped and in the heartbeat after the slap he relaxed enough that Harry managed to lunge forward sheathing himself further inside.

Jack gasped and exhaled deeply forcing his muscles to relax even further and allow Harry to plunge balls deep, they both stilled.

"Too tight... too damn tight, Jack... hurts." Harry started to pull out a little and ease the pressure against his cock. He slid back to the glans and laid his finger against his cock as he slipped back inside... in an attempt to further stretch Jack's opening.

When the new burning started Jack hissed again.

"What the fuck are you doing Harry?... Are you TRYING to tear me?"

"Shut up, Jack... I've told you...you don't get to talk during sex...it spoils the illusion for me."

Harry pulled his finger out and thrust back in again.

"That's better, Harry..."

Before Jack could say anything else Harry let his open hand fly yet again against Jack's distressed right buttock. Jack pushed back further impaling himself and Harry gasped.

"NO TALKING, JACK!" He grabbed both of Jack's hips and started to pound his way into Jack's body at a brutal pace. It didn't last long; Harry was too far gone, only long enough for the prostate stimulation to renew Jack's erection. Then Harry thrust deep, stilled and shot what felt like a year's worth of semen inside Jack.

They stayed that way until Harry softened and slipped out; Jack pushed himself off the table and turned to stand facing Harry.

Harry's face was flushed, and sweat dripped from his beard and forehead. Jack silently mused that Harry had the same goofy look on his face as Daniel would get after a particularly satisfying and cathartic evening of sex. As Harry was pulling his shorts back up to cover himself, Jack decided to try and up the ante.

He grabbed Harry's hand and led him back over to the bed sitting down without releasing it. He moved the hand to his cock and wrapping his hand over Harry's hand started to stroke.

Finally Harry became curious about the arm motion and looked down, then took over the stroking as Jack released his hand. When their eyes met, Jack reached up and pulled on both of Harry's arms encouraging him to kneel. Harry's body responded before his brain could process and he knelt and buried his face against Jack's welted thighs. The bristly, sweaty beard stung as it brushed over the raised reddened lines and Jack arched against the sensation just as Harry opened his mouth to accept Jack's again rigid and weeping cock.

Harry gagged and returned to awareness; he pulled back and looked up.

"Easy, Ja-ack... or you'll be on your own here."

"Please... Harry... more." Jack fell back on the bed and separated his knees further. Harry carefully licked at the welts that criss-crossed Jack's straining cock and reaching up began rolling and fondling Jack's balls in their puckered sack. He looked up into Jack's face and carefully sucked one testicle into his mouth. Jack arched and squirmed as he rolled the welted ball in his mouth and then released it, taking its companion and repeating the performance. He released the second ball and started to nibble and suck on one of the big welts that ran along Jack's tender inner thigh, working its length until the welt was a long purple hickey that sported a thin line of blood. He pulled back to admire his handiwork and his wet beard again grazed the welt, stinging where the skin had been broken. Jack gasped in response and Harry began rubbing a callused finger up and down the now, raw and irritated looking line. Jack leaned up on his elbows to complain and Harry took the opportunity to swallow Jack's aching cock deep. Jack's mouth closed instantly and whatever he was going to say was replaced by a loud groan as his hips lifted towards Harry's face.

Harry pushed Jack's hips down on the mattress and pulled back, allowing only the very tip of Jack's cock to remain in his mouth and sucked hard at the dewy slit. Then his open mouth slid the turgid length again swallowing Jack deep. That pushed Jack close to his release and Harry felt the balls draw up against his beard and pulled back and off. Jack gasped as Harry pulled away and it took him a moment to realize that Harry had stopped and stood up.

"Harry... what the hell are you doing?... finish me."

Harry smiled.

"Oh I don't think so, Jack. I want to watch you finish yourself."

"Please, Harry?"

"No..." Harry reached into one of the lidded boxes that were everywhere in the hut serving as stools and tables and work tops. He rummaged a moment before pulling out one of the 'toys' that Jack had fashioned for himself and dropped it onto his belly. This had been one of several that Jack had made to take the edge off before he and Harry had drunkenly consummated their relationship of convenience. It was rarely used now, as Harry was happy to provide Jack with all the penetrative sex he required, always stopping short of letting Jack return the favor.

"...finish yourself with that. I want to watch you fucking yourself."

"Lube... need lube." Jack looked disappointed and sighed.

Harry got up and crossing the room returned with the pot of grease, allowing Jack to lube the big wooden dildo himself. It had taken Jack nearly a month of daily polishing and sanding to get the surface of the wood suitable for insertion. At first he plunged the carved wood into a hole he had dug and filled with sand over and over until it was nearly smooth and then, finally, used the dried sediment from the lake bottom as a finishing grit to get the toy smooth enough for penetration. But still not taking any chances he always made sure it was well lubed before using it, the grease and friction only serving to further finish it to an almost glass like luster.

As Jack started to insert the wooden toy, Harry licked his lips and Jack stopped.

"Would YOU like to do this part, Harry?"

"No... just... get on with it, will you?"

"Fine." Jack's mouth opened as he slid the big phallus into himself and Harry's eyes were riveted to the scene.

"You know, this is always SO much more pleasant when someone else does it for you."

"Tough... keep pushing."

"It isn't meant for the entire thing to be inserted Harry... it's just too big."

"Keep pushing until I say stop, Jack. Go on...more."

Jack pushed the big rod deep and kept pushing as it grazed his prostate. He had made it deliberately wider at the bottom and so the discomfort increased as he moved it deeper. He stopped with fully four inches of the wooden dildo still exposed as his erection started to wilt from the pain.

"Enough! I can't do more, Harry. Sorry to disappoint you."

Harry stepped closer and kneeling down, started to lick at Jack's softening cock, reawakening it, and restoring it to attention.

"What now, Harry?... since you're calling the shots here, I hope you're enjoying the show."

"Show me, Jack..."

"Show you WHAT, Harry?"

"Show me how fags get off when there's no one around."

Jack had heard enough; he took a deep breath.

"You know, Harry... I'm getting pretty damn sick and tired of you calling me a fag all the time..."

"That's what you are, isn't it?'

"Yeah, that's what I am. But YOU use the word like it's a bad thing, and I'm sick of it."

"So, you're sick of being reminded how sick you are, is that it?" Harry reached down and wiggled the dildo, pushing it a little further in and Jack's next words were swallowed in a gasp. He caught his breath and tried again.

"Like I said before... most people would consider anyone who routinely fucks another guy up the ass a fag too."

"Get on with it, Jack... I'm tired of your pathetic attempts to validate your perversion."

"VALIDATE MY PERVERSION! YOU SONOVABITCH! HOW DARE YOU!..."

Jack tried to sit up hampered by the polished wood that skewered him.

"... YOU SEEM TO BE ENJOYING MY PERVERSION JUST FINE, WHEN IT SUITS YOU...YOU HYPOCRITE!" Jack was angry now, his weeping cock forgotten amid the torrent. What he failed to notice was Harry's flushed face and shallow breathing, or the way Harry's shorts were tented in the front. Jack reached down and pulled the dildo out and threw it across the hut.

"I TELL YOU WHAT, HARRY... FROM NOW ON YOU CAN JUST FUCK YOURSELF AND NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT MY PERVERSION... AND I HOPE YOUR COCK AND YOUR HAND ARE ONCE AGAIN VERY HAPPY TOGETHER."

Jack started to get up and storm out of the hut when he was suddenly pressed flat to the mattress by a very aroused Harry Maybourne. His mouth crushed in an almost brutal kiss; Jack had no further comment.

Harry's tongue dove between Jack's parted lips in what could have been an attempt to suffocate or lobotomize him, Jack was unsure which but started to return the kiss frenzy for frenzy.

Harry draped himself against Jack. The shorter, furrier body rubbing itself against every part of Jack he could reach, without losing the bruising heated kiss. The anger turned to sexual energy quickly and they groped each other like they were in a battle for supremacy. Harry managed to pull his shorts down far enough to expose his throbbing erection and he slid into Jack in one stroke. They both came up for air at the sensation of filling and being filled and stared at each other before diving back into the other's mouth

Jack wrapped his long legs around Harry's back and thrust upwards with every stroke, intensifying the effect for them both. Harry's mouth remained grafted to Jack's diving deeply for his tonsils with each plunge of his cock.

This was all new, this face to face position. They never did it this way, it ruined the illusion of other partners for them both and forced them to see who it really was they were having sex with. The kissing was new as well; Harry had only ever kissed Jack that one time and then it was accidental, according to Harry. But the need was so great and the emotion so intense that they came almost simultaneously, both crying out their completion. Then Harry collapsed onto Jack and they stilled as they tried to regain control and slow their heartbeats. Harry's mouth traveled to Jack's neck and he blazed a trail of love bites from Jack's jaw to his ear and down to his shoulder.

"I think we're in trouble, Jack." Harry panted as he came back up and looked Jack in the eye.

"Why?"

"I think I may be in love with you." Harry buried his face in the curve of Jack's neck planting small kisses along his throat.

"Oh, THAT! ... Aren't you worried?"

"I'm terrified."

"Me too... suppose Daniel finds out." Jack was only half joking.

"He wouldn't stand a chance... you're mine, now." Harry smiled and kissed Jack on the mouth, diving in again to taste and coming away with Jack's bottom lip between his teeth.

"Well what do ya know, Harry Maybourne's a fag!" Jack laughed.

"Worse than that!... Harry Maybourne's a fag in love... Come on let's have some dinner now and later... I think it's YOUR turn to top."

Jack drew back in surprise.

"You aren't kidding, are you?... Oh God!... Talk about performance anxiety!" Jack kissed Harry's forehead and started to sit up.

"It's okay Jack... I'll talk you through it."

fin

Next: The Next Best Thing