Subversion 1

Subversion

by Euphrosyne

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ase/euphrosyne/subversion01.php
Summary: There's no such thing as a free lunch OR free information. You just KNEW there HAD to be something in it for Harry!

"What the hell are you playing at, Maybourne?" Jack snarled through clenched teeth.

"I'm not playing, Jack. When are you going to understand that I'm on your side?"

"Maybourne, I doubt you are on any side but your own. Why are you doing this and what will it cost me this time? I'm not currently wearing body armor." Jack gestured at his attire.

"I never shot you, Jack. I told you it wasn't me."

"Why should I believe you?"

"Because you know I'm telling the truth. I'm doing this because I don't want the bastards to win, and if I don't help you they will."

"And what will THIS cost me?" Jack waited for the other shoe to drop.

"Just a little of your time… I thought we could take it out in trade." Harry smiled.

"WHAT?! You HAVE GOT to be kidding?"

"I'm most certainly NOT kidding, Jack." Harry moved a step closer and reaching up, touched Jack's face with his hand. Jack jumped back as if stung staring at Maybourne's gesture.

"Come on, Jack. You've known how I felt about you since the first time we met. Cut me some slack here. It never used to bother you." Harry smiled slightly.

"THAT was a very long time ago, Maybourne. We've both changed a lot since then. I don't put out any more." Jack turned away and stepped toward the door.

"Fine, you leave and we'll forget it, but accept my condolences on the loss of your friend, Jack. It is truly a shame he died when he could have been saved so easily."

"Teal'c isn't dead." Jack said firmly.

"No, no, you're right. Teal'c ISN'T dead, not yet anyway. But he will be, and soon too. Very soon. I'm very sorry, Jack. I know he meant a lot to you." Harry moved towards the dresser and opening the ice bucket put cubes in a glass adding three fingers from the bottle of whiskey that sat next to it.

"Just answer me this, Jack. How will you live with yourself later knowing you could have saved another friend from death so easily?" Harry didn't need to turn around to know that Jack had stopped in his tracks and was removing his hand from the doorknob.

"Fuck you, Maybourne."

"NOT exactly what I had in mind, Jack. But you're getting close." Harry smiled and tossed back about half of the glass of whiskey before the glass was abruptly removed from his hand and drained in one gulp.

"More." Jack handed the glass back.

"I don't want you drunk on your ass, Jack. Where would the fun be in that?"

"Where will the fun be for me anyway?" Jack asked stony faced.

Harry poured more whiskey on the cubes and allowed Jack to toss it back quickly before removing the glass from his hand and refilling it, then he went to the chair and sat down. He sipped the whiskey and eyed the very uncomfortable man that stood in front of him.

"Strip for me, Jack."

"For god's sake Maybourne…"

"And, DON'T call me Maybourne… Call me Harry."

Jack's head dropped to his chest in resignation, the tension that held his body almost rigid, drained away as he realized he would not be able to talk his way out of this one.

"I said, strip." Harry smiled, knowing he had won.

"Strip and I'll let you have another drink." Harry drained the glass and held it up for Jack to refill. "Bring me the bottle, Jack. Like a good boy."

Jack picked up the bottle and moved to the chair, filling the glass half full.

"Now, strip." Harry sat back.

Jack stood in front of him and began to unbutton his shirt, knowing that if Harry didn't like the way it was done he'd make him do it again. He looked him in the eye as his hand moved down the row of buttons, then pulled it off and let it drop.

"Music. We need some music." Harry commented. He thumbed the remote control on the end table and the television came to life, he settled on MTV and kept the volume low.

"Continue. Get rid of the shoes and tee shirt first."

Jack obeyed, standing in front of the chair in his jeans now, Harry beckoned him closer and he knew what would happen.

Harry reached up and began to stroke Jack's length through his jeans, giving a little pinch to each of Jack's nipples first.

"Maybe you should dance around a little."

"Oh for crying out loud. Why don't you just fuck me and get it over with?"

"THAT'S exactly why. This is just a fuck to you. Another in a long line of dirty deeds you've done for god and country. Well, it's not to me. I've wanted to be buried in that beautiful ass of yours for some time and I intend to enjoy it. So, the sooner I enjoy myself the sooner you'll be out of here with the information you need!" Harry sat back, as Jack, began to stroke himself through his pants with one hand and rolled a nipple to hardness with the other. Finally, his hand moved to the button on his jeans, opening it as Harry swallowed another mouthful of whiskey. He pulled the zipper down slowly, almost a tooth at a time and slid his hand inside his shorts. Damn if he wasn't getting turned on just by Harry watching him. How fucked up is that? he thought.

"So, Jack, who's quenching your considerable libido these days? Doctor Jackson? Or maybe that would be the real reason you are so upset about Teal'c's predicament? Wow, Jack, I wouldn't think that YOU would be capable of blushing like that. Once again, you surprise me. I would have thought Doctor Jackson to be more accessible for you; at least he has a place off base. But, Teal'c? He must be very special indeed that the ever cautious Jack O'Neill would stick his lovely neck out so far?"

Jack closed his eyes and pulled his jeans and boxers down, exposing his erection, his hands moving over his body. In his imagination his hands became Teal'c's, and the awful pop music became Teal'c's voice in a rhythmic half hummed chant a sort of mantra that always went straight to Jack's head practically hypnotizing and totally relaxing him.

"What does Teal'c do for you Jack? What makes him worthy of your legendary prowess? Does he give good head? Does he tie you up?" Harry smiled; he knew Jack was gone, lost in some past encounter with Teal'c. He knew that in Jack's mind the hands roaming his body belonged not to him but to Teal'c. Harry went for the touchdown as Jack began to respond to the questioning, his face flushing and breathing shallower.

"Does Teal'c suck you dry then rim you till you come a second time? Does he screw you slow and gentle driving you out of your mind? Does he rim you again, just the way you like it after shooting his load deep?"

"Oh my god!" Jack gasped, arching forward over his cock. Harry stood and moved up to Jack rubbing a hard nipple with a finger he dipped into the whiskey in his glass. He reached up and pulled Jack's head down and kissed him deeply biting at his lower lip as they parted. As Jack pulled away after the kiss, Harry held the glass of whiskey to his lips and tilted it giving Jack another drink. Then Harry placed the glass on the table and turned back to Jack. He pushed the jeans and boxers down the long legs and Jack automatically stepped out of them. Harry pushed Jack backwards till the bed hit him in the backs of his knees and Jack sat down. Harry knelt down, pushing Jack's knees apart, placing small kisses along the long thighs, refusing to give the hard cock any attention just yet. Jack moaned and stroked the short hair trying to direct Harry's attention to his erection now dripping with pre cum.

Harry had plans.

"What do you want, Jack? Tell me what you want me to do? What does Teal'c do for you?"

"Suck me… suck me please."

Harry went down on Jack instantly, pulling back scraping his teeth along the hard length. Jack shuddered and arched again. Harry licked each sac and went back to the hard cock, licking all around the head with a flickering tongue. Jack gasped and clenched one fist in Harry's short hair, the other had the bedspread in a death grip.

"I told you I could make you happy, Jack." Harry came up licking his lips and reached up to squeeze one of Jack's nipples, this caused Jack's cock to twitch as Jack gasped out his pleasure. Harry wet two fingers in his own mouth and went back to sucking Jack's cock. The fingers worked their way behind Jack's balls and began to tease his hole, Jack squirmed to allow Harry better access and Harry rewarded him by breaching him with one finger.

"Teal'c's a big guy, Jack. I would have expected you to be a little looser by now, unless his cock is inferior to the human variety. NO, there's no way you'd still be with him, if he didn't have what it takes to make you howl." Harry smiled as he talked and Jack opened his eyes to look down on the man between his legs.

"Enough talking and more sucking, May…Harry… Teal'c's fucking huge… he's just very careful not to tear me, that's all. I would expect the same consideration from you, by the way. If you tear me with that horse cock of yours, I'll kill you." Harry flexed his finger inside Jack and the response was instantaneous. Jack's head went back, eyes closed and mouth stopped.

"You are SO fucking easy to shut up, O'Neill, and just plain easy as well." Harry laughed. He licked all over the head of Jack's cock and followed the dribble of pre cum with his tongue, then went deep, taking Jack's length in a single swallow. Jack's eyes practically bulged at the sensation; he should have expected that Harry would go deep throat on him it, just made sense.

The guy was NID, for crying out loud, he probably had to suck cock on a daily basis. Practice makes perfect! Jack thought to himself, somewhat surprised that he could still think. Teal'c usually melted his brain and left him blathering. Harry worked his throat causing Jack to gasp in surprise, then came up and licked his lips, "Do I have your attention, Jack? I wouldn't want your mind to wander off, while I'm working down here." Harry withdrew his finger and kissed the head of Jack's cock then stood and began to divest himself of his clothing as quickly as he could. Jack leaned back onto his elbows on the bed and watched, pulling one knee up, foot flat on the edge of the bed. Harry kicked his pants away and growled as he looked at Jack reclining with one knee up, he started to move back to the bed and Jack started to put his foot back onto the floor.

"Stop. Stay just like that." Harry moved up and placed one hand on Jack's leg and slid it behind the knee, bending the leg up over Jack's abdomen, to lie next to his dripping cock. Harry swooped in and licked the furry balls and up the underside of Jack's cock. The other hand sought out Jack's crack and ran the length, teasing the opening again, his tongue following. Jack pulled his other leg up onto the bed and grabbed behind his own knees now, pulling his legs slightly apart to allow Harry greater room to maneuver. His tongue flitted at the entrance and finally pushed inside. Jack quivered and moaned, and Harry felt Jack's balls draw up against his cheek. He pulled back and again swallowed Jack's cock whole. Jack arched and cried out shooting deep as Harry smiled and swallowed as Jack grabbed at his head, trying to bring him up for a taste of himself. Harry obliged him and allowed Jack a mouthful and then moved back down the long body kissing as he went. Jack sat up and pushed at Harry till he was flat on the bed. Then moved in like the wind and began sucking and nibbling his way down Harry's stocky body until he zoomed in on the big fat erection that sprang from between the short furry legs. Harry knew he was good at sucking cock. He also knew that he looked like amateur hour next to Jack, a point that was proved to him the minute Jack moved in between his legs. Harry was better endowed than most, big enough that other men did double takes in the showers, amazed to see an organ of that size on someone of Harry's stature. He had always laughed about that and remembered his father telling him of the legendary Maybourne genetic inheritance. It would kill his father, he was sure if he weren't already dead, to find out where Harry liked to put that amazing inheritance. In fact, where it was right now probably had his father spinning in his grave. Jack went deep; Jack was the only one who had ever even tried to go deep on Harry. Harry groaned and grabbing fistfuls of Jack's hair he began to thrust, fucking Jack's mouth. Jack tensed, and as the fucking became harder and choked him, Jack used his teeth biting a little at the base of the cock, shocking Harry back to his senses.

"Sorry, Jack." Harry rasped. Jack came up and licked up and down the underside, then blew air over the sensitive organ.

"Yeah, I'll bet." Was the hoarse response.

"Get me that kit over there would you Jack. Unless you'd rather do this without lube?" Harry smiled. Jack got up and brought the kit back from the dresser grabbing the bottle of whiskey on his way back to the bed. Tossing the kit at Harry he took a couple of swigs from the bottle then sat it on the bedside table.

"I said I didn't want you drunk, Jack. I meant that. No more booze till later."

"Fuck you, Harry." Jack snarled. Harry reached between his legs and grabbed his semi erect cock and gave it a squeeze.

"What did you say, Jack?" Harry smiled, knowing that if Jack had been paying attention he would have lost an arm trying this stunt.

"I said, fuck ME Harry" Jack gasped.

"That's what I THOUGHT you said." Harry pulled Jack under him and moved on top. "Let's see I think we'll start off doggy style. You get better penetration that way I understand. Isn't that so, Jack?" Harry gave another little squeeze, he wasn't going to let go just yet.

"Whatever you…say, May…Harry. Let go will ya?"

"Not just yet, yeah, first doggy style then I think on your back and we'll see how it goes from there."

"Optimistic or bragging, Harry?"

"Oh, just stating facts, Jack. You've never had the full Maybourne."

"Is that like the full Monty?"

"I don't know was Monty hung this well, Jack. If he was then I'm sure you would know, you have gone down on half the air force as I recall."

"You son of…." Jack never finished the sentence as Harry's mouth went where Jack was sure it belonged and he began tongue fucking him again. Harry came up and looked Jack in the eye.

"Turn over Jack, if you want more."

Jack went quickly to his belly and pushed up on his knees, separating them for better balance, practically shoving his ass in Harry's face.

"OH I can take the hint, slut." Harry laughed and moved back into position.

Jack was like an exposed nerve now, responding to every breath of air and each move Harry's tongue made. Maybourne enjoyed giving Jack this pleasure knowing that, finally, his time had arrived and soon he'd be buried deeply in this sweet ass. O'Neill squirmed against Harry's face, his sphincter muscles trying to hold on to the slippery muscle thrusting into him. Harry came up for air and laughed. "Does Teal'c know what a slut you are for a tongue fuck?"

"Less… ah, mouth… more tongue." Jack managed.

"I must not be doing something right, you can still string together a sentence. Besides, I'm feeling the need for something more, now." Harry picked up the lube and coated 3 fingers of his right hand, then moved back up against Jack placing his left hand on the small of Jack's back, and his right hand in the position his tongue had last occupied.

"That had better… be your fingers, Harry." Jack warned.

"Don't worry Jack I have no desire to spend another twenty hours sitting in an emergency room while someone repairs your asshole. Besides, to make an anonymous emergency room visit out here, we'd have to go to Denver. You know, the worst part of that entire situation was the way everybody looked at me… like I was the cause."

"Is that why you're doing this, Harry? For revenge?" Jack looked back over his shoulder.

"Let's just call it…ah, curiosity, Jack. I wanna find out what it is about you that had every officer at the war college loosing sleep… even some of the straight ones. You've already proved what they said about your, ah… ORAL talents still ring true. Prove to me you aren't a 'has been'. You owe me a debt and I'm collecting - tonight."

"TONIGHT!?" Jack jumped and yelped as two of Harry's thick fingers breached him with no prior warning or preparation.

"JESUS CHRIST! Go easy will ya! I'm not one of your rubber fuck dolls." Harry pulled out the two fingers and looked up Jack's back.

"THAT HURT, Jack! I named one of them after you, ya know! Sort of a promise to myself that I'll be fulfilling … tonight." Harry now forced three of his thick fingers in and Jack yelped again and collapsed forward. He tried to move away from the pain, but Harry moved with him pressing the fingers inward farther.

"Easy, Jack." Harry rubbed small circles on Jack's back while his three fingers moved within Jack scissoring and rubbing. Jack panted and groaned, as he relaxed, then pushed back on the Harry's hand as he became more accustomed to the feeling of fullness.

"Enough, Harry, enough." Jack snarled.

"Ooh, ready eh?" Harry withdrew his fingers and smeared his cock with lube. He leaned forward and circled Jack's waist with one arm and holding his cock in the other hand pressed forward, the blunt head poised at the entry.

"I sure hope you're ready, Jack. But I think you'll be pleasantly surprised." Harry leaned in and held his large cock right behind the glans as he pushed in. Jack took several deep breathes and loosened up. The glans popped the Jack's sphincter suddenly, as Jack's famous muscular control manifested itself. Harry inched inwards, pulling out just a little each time, till he was finally buried deep and Jack was glassy eyed.

"Oooo,… so tight. Hot, sooo very tight." While Harry's brain cells were melting Jack tried to adjust to the sizable invader. Teal'c usually prepared him better and progressed more slowly allowing Jack to enjoy as much as he desired. Harry had spent far less time in preparation and virtually none, by Jaffa standards, in foreplay. Jack was using the techniques that Teal'c had taught him in, addition to those tried and true tricks he had learned over the years, to try to acclimate his unprepared rectal muscles for their expected workout. Harry was big, nearly the biggest he'd ever taken, right up there with Teal'c and that major from the war college that had ripped him open. Jack shuddered at the memory and Harry took that as a signal to start moving. He moved slowly at first, only an inch or so in and out, but as Jack relaxed his movements became smoother and deeper, until, finally he was pulling all the way back to the glans and thrusting in a smooth stroke all the way to the root.

It was unclear who was making more noise at this point, Jack groaning and gasping or Harry grunting. Jack's money was on Harry, sounding to him like a Monica Seles tennis match. He started to shift his hips right and left trying to guide Harry's strokes, Harry took the hint and began to screw his way in, striking Jack's prostate and nearly sending the man through the headboard of the bed. They were both covered in sweat now, moving against each other, meeting with the slapping sounds of wet skin on wet skin, the bed creaked with the power of the motion on top of it and if either of them could think, they would have been fearful of a collapse. Harry drove home again and again, bludgeoning Jack's prostrate with each stroke. Jack grabbed behind himself for Teal'c's hands to help him up, and Harry answered pulling the taller man back against his chest, thrusting upwards, now with Jack's position change. The new position didn't last long as the mouth that Jack sought couldn't reach his, and Jack bent forward at the waist, then falling back onto his elbows. Harry noticed Jack's disappointment, and tried to distract him with sensation. He reached around Jack and grabbed his cock, pulling at the organ in time with his strokes, Jack felt tight and hot but so far Harry wasn't impressed.

"You… uh… don't feel….so, legendary to me…. Ahh. What's so … special, ab-about you … anyway?" The exertion was beginning to get to Harry, but so far, not much else had. Then he felt Jack relax even further, if that were possible and a wave of pressure rippled over his cock starting at the base, as if to squeeze his seed out of him. Harry thought, at first, that he had imagined it, then it happened again and again. Each wave of contractions squeezing him harder and harder.

"Ohhh, mmmmy, ahh god!" Harry stilled and shot his load deep, the orgasm ripped from him by waves of pressure that he'd never felt before. As he was spent he fell onto the strong back under him and they both went flat to the bed.

"You were saying?" was the muffled response from beneath him, "You're no lightweight, now…GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" Jack struggled to force the exhausted and stunned Harry off his back, gently, because his cock was still buried in Jack's body, twitching. Harry rolled to his side pulling Jack with him, still buried and unwilling to withdraw.

"Well, now. THAT was a new experience for me! Where the hell does somebody learn how to do something like that?"

"Years… of…practice." Jack closed his eyes.

"My god, I don't think I've come that hard in years. I think it was worth waiting for, what about you? Let's go again!" Harry smiled.

Jack twisted around to look at Harry, his brow furrowed in disbelief.

"YOU, have GOT to be kidding!" Harry reached around and began to stroke Jack's still erect cock, as

Jack felt the big cock still within him begin to swell with interest.

"JESUS! HARRY! YOU AREN'T kidding are you?" Jack twisted back further and Harry's now semi erect cock pulled out with a wet plop and Jack looked down at it, half smiling. "Fine, but I want a little attention first."

"NO problem, Jack. You may be a slut but you're a damn fine one." Harry quipped. "What other talents do you have, Jack?" Harry began to rub one of Jack's nipples between his thumb and forefinger, the other hand straying to Jack's cock, stroking the hard heat in slow deliberate motions. Jack sighed and stretched, "I'd like that drink now." Harry kissed the side of Jack's neck and got up and moved to the dresser taking the other glass from its paper sack he half filled it with ice and moved back to the bedside table pouring enough whiskey to cover the cubes and stood next to the bed. Jack reached up to take the glass, and Harry pulled it away, forcing Jack to sit up. Harry took a mouthful of whiskey and leaned in, still holding the glass out of Jack's reach. Jack looked up at Harry who leaned down, Jack opened his mouth for the whiskey Harry hadn't swallowed and Harry's tongue followed the whiskey into Jack's mouth. Jack sat on the side of the bed feet on the floor and Harry moved to straddle his lap, his erection flopping against Jack's belly. Harry sat and took drink after drink feeding Jack half of each mouthful.

"You know, I'd like a little more than the half mouthful of warm whiskey you are giving me." Harry took another mouthful; this time with an ice cube and leaned in to allow Jack his portion. Jack shook his head and took what he was given, surprised at the ice cube that also entered his mouth he swallowed the whiskey, and pushed Harry off his lap, while crunching the ice then leaned in and went down on Harry again. Harry gasped at the cold mouth that engulfed his sensitive cock head.

"You're a bad boy, Jack." Harry tried to put the glass with the whiskey on the table next to the bed but it was intercepted and drained in one drink by O'Neill. "I want another drink, Harry, or no more nookie." Harry shook his head and poured more whiskey into the glass, "That's all you are getting, Jack. I don't want you to be able to use inebriation as an excuse for your actions."

"Why does it matter to you, Harry? Whether I'm drunk or sober, you get the piece of ass of your dreams."

"Humor me."

"I've done nothing since I walked in that door but humor you. Frankly, I'm tired of humoring you."

"Oh, please! You've laid half the officers in the Air Force; surely you can humor me for one night. You might enjoy it. I know I will." Harry laughed and poured some more whiskey into the glass handing the drink to O'Neill. Jack took a big gulp and scooted back up the bed to lean against the headboard, shifting slightly to the middle to allow Harry a seat on the edge of the bed. Jack sat up and leaning forward held the cold glass to Maybourne's closest nipple, making him pull back and Jack smirk.

"You can dish it out but you can't take it eh?"

"Oh, I can take it all right. I just don't have to; you are the one with the needs here, Jack. I'm the one that gets to make the demands this time, don't forget that."

"This information had better be worth the price" Jack took another drink.

"OH PLEASE! Like you haven't given it up for less! This is me, Jack. Don't forget I know your whole sordid history, including the little incident at the War College. So, please, don't play the virgin and martyr routine for me. I know better and it doesn't become you. Somehow, I like you better as a sinner than a saint. Just the thought of you sprawled on that pool table in the billiards room at the BOQ gets me all hot even now. See?" Harry motioned to his erection, again begging attention. Jack shifted the glass into his left hand and reached around Harry's torso with his right, running a long finger up the side of Harry's large cock. Harry shifted slightly and putting one hand behind Jack's head pulled him in for a kiss, Jack went willingly, this time without the reward of whiskey. Harry's tongue sought access and Jack opened, their tongues dueling. Harry sucked at Jack's lips as they parted, but wouldn't let go of Jack's head, only allowing him to pull far enough back to look into his eyes.

"I'll make it good for you, Jack. You'll see, you WILL be howling. I can take you where you like to be, and you won't want to let me go when I'm through with you. You know, I never got my turn that night, and …"

"And you were the one who found me and got me to an emergency room, yes, I remember, like I could ever forget. I DO owe you for that, Harry." Jack reached out and put the empty whiskey glass down on the bedside table, and then kneeled up and moved closer to Harry, draping his arms around Harry's torso and pulling him back onto the bed to lie flat on his back.

Jack had a buzz on now, the whiskey beginning to go to his head on an empty stomach. Harry dug in with his elbows and dragged himself back on the bed, so that his legs were supported. Jack grinned and straddled his abdomen, toying with the dark, coarse chest hair and hard nipples. Harry reached up and dragged Jack down for another kiss. Then, pulling back, looked Jack in the face, "Turn around, Jack, and suck me." Jack kneeled up and lifted his folded legs to reverse his straddle of Maybourne who took the opportunity to stroke the dangling scrotum as it past his face. Jack leaned forward and went down again, swallowing Maybourne's again dripping cock. The offering in front of his face was too much for Harry who parted the buttocks and leaned up to lick all around the again tight anus, lathing away the traces of his own semen that had oozed out when he withdrew after their first encounter. He'd never done this before, and couldn't imagine doing it to or for anyone else, but somehow, Jack dissolved all his inhibitions. Harry licked the crack again, touching the clenched muscle with his tongue and Jack jumped, coming up rasping, "Jesus Christ, Harry!" then shuddered. Harry smiled and moved back in teasing now, nibbling at the smooth flesh on either side, before returning to penetrate the muscle with his tongue. Jack stilled, and Harry felt hot drops of precum hit his chest. He felt as though he had solved one of the great mysteries of the universe, and laid back and began to stroke Jack's hard cock. Jack went back down on him and took him deep, the swallowing motions almost too much for Harry to bear. He raised his head again and dove back into Jack, tongue first, and Jack shuddered again, and then stilled and relaxed, opening to Harry's tongue fuck. Some of his semen that remained inside Jack found its way back into Harry, but before Harry could think too much about it, Jack came up and went to his back pulling his own long legs up and apart.

"FUCK ME, NOW!" Jack demanded, and then added, "Please? Hurry." Harry scrambled to his knees and moved into position, his cock head poking at the muscle that had so recently had his undivided attention. He punched in with the head of his cock, and leaned inwards over Jack, instantly regretting it as he plunged deep, remembering too late that they hadn't lubed this time. Harry looked down at Jack, and saw the white face of the man he practically carried into the emergency room, years before, another time desire won over sensibility.

"Easy, Jack. Easy. Hold still for a moment." Harry grabbed the lube and generously coated the unsheathed portion of his cock. Then he squirted lube around Jack's skewered opening and eased in further. He pulled back, now, and placed the mouth of the tube just behind the flare of his glans and squeezed more lube around. Then he pushed back into Jack, surrounded in sweet heat, hoping their urgency wouldn't prevent Jack's body from milking his cock. He started the ride in earnest now long steady strokes set to build Jack to near exploding as each passed unerringly over his sweet spot. Harry rammed inwards and pulled the long legs over his shoulders, practically standing Jack on his head and shoulders. Harry's memory flashed back to that night in DC, when Jack was cradled in Colonel Gillman's lap, sucking Major Edenton's dick while Colonel Ames slammed into him, Harry had practically come from the sight, walking into the billiards room in the BOQ at the War College. Other hands grabbed him and dragged him in locking the door this time and Harry became an uninvited but tolerated guest at the sexual banquet that was, then, Major Jack O'Neill. He never got the chance to have a turn that night. Two, or was it three, people later, Major Charles had torn Jack so badly that they called it a night, everyone stumbling drunkenly back to their rooms. Harry found Jack just outside the latrine in a puddle of blood, after following the trail from Jack's room, and a larger puddle of blood.

Harry came around when Jack started moaning watching Harry's face as if he knew what he was thinking. Then it started again, the squeezing waves, running from the base of Harry's dick to the glans. Harry looked at Jack, seeing the concentration the contractions took etched on the handsome face, as the brow furrowed and stayed that way. Harry made short stabs now, all aimed at Jack's prostrate, wave after wave clenching him.

"Ahhh, GODS! JACK!" Harry came in spasms of pure pleasure, firing deep and in long jets. Jack clenched down hard and then came as well, pointing his cock upwards, covering them both in semen. His contractions continued even after Harry was spent, squeezing the now, flaccid organ within him, as his own orgasm continued. Once Jack was spent Harry pulled cautiously out, and paled when he saw blood.

"Wha…what is it?"

"There's a… a little blood." Harry said haltingly.

"Oh, shit. How much blood?" Jack asked in a small voice that didn't sound at all like the sexual dynamo that was the O'Neill of legend. To Harry he sounded a lot like the scared, and hurting Jack O'Neill of the unfortunate War College incident. The one that was too busy being concerned about remaining alive to be worried about his career. The one he though was going to die on the way to the emergency room in DC, instead of any of the closer ones in Virginia.

Harry got up and went to the bathroom coming back with a warm wet washcloth and a towel. He pushed Jack's legs back up and gently cleaned him then leaned in and gently inserted a finger. "Not that my opinion will count for much, but I don't think there's any permanent damage." Harry said removing the finger with care and examining it for blood. He let Jack's legs back down and moved next to Jack on the bed, leaning over him on one elbow.

"I wouldn't deliberately hurt you, Jack. You know that, I think." He looked into Jack's face, the color starting to return as Jack regained his composure from the scare.

"Yeah, well, you had me worried there for a minute." Jack sighed in relief.

"Ja-ack!"

"I was saying… NOW that you've had your fun. I'm starving, AND I'd like something other than that rotgut to drink. Think this dump has room service?" Jack grinned at Harry and reached up to playfully pinch a nipple.

Harry smiled. "Unfortunately, no, it doesn't, but there's a Burger King down the street and a liquor store on the other side of that. I could make a run for eats, if you'll promise me that you'll be here when I get back?" Harry leaned down and began to kiss Jack's neck under his ear. Jack reached behind Harry's neck and redirected his mouth in for a slow and sensuous kiss. Harry tried to pull back for air and Jack's mouth followed, sucking hard on his lower lip, pulling him back in for more. Finally, they parted, and Jack looked up at Harry, eyes again glassy and said, "I'll wait here, and Harry… I'll have a Whopper, with cheese, no onions, no lettuce. Get some decent beer and some snacks, will ya?"

"Anything else, your majesty?"

"Hey, I'll be happy to go get my own. Or, you could take me to a real restaurant; I know a great steakhouse…."

"Forget it, O'Neill. You'll have Burger King and be happy. Or you could just eat me…"

"You're for dessert, Harry. Don't want to spoil my dinner, do you?" Jack grinned.

"Why, Jack! If I thought you really meant that, I'd be touched."

Harry crawled over to straddle Jack, pulling Jack's arms above his head and leaning in to kiss him. Jack kissed back and began to kiss his way down Harry's neck and was starting back up when Harry snapped the handcuffs on him, having attached them with another pair to the bed frame before Jack came to visit.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH! LET ME GO!" Jack was furious, pulling on the steel cuffs.

"Sorry, Jack. I want to make sure you'll be here when I get back; I know you promised, but you might just forget. I still have plans for you that you might just enjoy." Harry slid back to straddle Jack's thighs and began to stroke the flaccid cock nestled there. Leaning forward he began to kiss his way down Jack's chest and abdomen.

"Don't, Harry. Please don't…" Jack asked quietly as Harry continued to kiss his way around Jack's body. "Don't leave me with a hard on, and no hands, Harry, please?" Harry didn't answer, just continued to kiss his way all around Jack's pelvis, stopping now to lick teasingly at the awakening cock. Jack groaned, and tried to pull away, only succeeding in moving into Harry's ready mouth, where he was sucked and then licked until he was again fully erect. Harry reached down and fondled the soft sacs below the hard cock and then moved suddenly up and off Jack and the bed, stopping to admire his handiwork. Jack groaned and closed his eyes, seething with anger.

"Come on, Harry, I'm not gonna leave. What if the maid comes to make up the room?"

"Nope, I paid through the end of the week, she's already been here today." Harry was putting his clothes on as Jack was bargaining.

"What if there's a fire?"

"Don't play with any matches while I'm gone and that should not be a problem. Jeesh, Jack don't be such a sissy! I won't be gone long, you'll be just fine till I get back… Mind if I borrow your truck?"

"HEY! No you don't…" Harry was gone before Jack finished the sentence.

"Son of a bitch." Jack cursed to the closed door; he struggled to turn over and pull himself to the top of the bed, looking for any way out of the handcuffs.

"Damn, you Maybourne!" Jack yanked on the cuffs hoping they or the bed frame would give way. When neither did, he threw himself back onto the bed and tried to get comfortable, not an easy thing to do when sporting the woody of the century and having no hands to take care of it. Jack managed to get himself off the bed and stood there bent at the waist, his shoulders ached at being stretched out, he was hungry, cold, and generally unhappy at his lack of control of the entire situation. Damn Harry Maybourne anyway! Where does he get off handcuffing me! He knew I'd show, dammit! I played right into his hands. The awkward bending was beginning to take its toll on Jack's back and he gave in and laid back down, fumbling with the bedclothes until he managed to pull them over himself and coax them up as far as his waist. Warmer, more comfortable lying down and still worn out from earlier, Jack fell asleep.

Harry left his purchases in Jack's truck and approached the motel room door; he opened it as quietly as he could and peeked around at the full length mirror, a little surprised to see Jack still in the bed reflected there. He had felt sure that O'Neill would be able to thwart the handcuffs and surprise him. That was why he'd left the packages sitting in the truck. He came into the room and walked up to the bed looking carefully at Jack's hands in an attempt to determine if he was indeed still wearing the handcuffs. When he saw hat Jack hadn't bothered to escape the cuffs he reached down and brushed the gray hair back from the forehead of the sleeping man. Jack stirred and opened his eyes.

"Sorry I took so long Jack. Glad to see you're still here."

"Yeah, like I had a choice." Was Jack's sleepy reply.

"Let me just bring in the stuff from the truck." Harry turned and left the room leaving the door ajar, and returned in moments with multiple plastic grocery bags and set them on the table. He reached into one and withdrew a six pack of beer in bottles, removing two bottles and bringing them back to the bed, he sat them on the nightstand then reached into his inside jacket pocket and withdrew a small brown paper bag.

"See what else I bought!" Harry removed a large tube of lubricant and held it up for Jack to see. Jack groaned and closed his eyes.

"Give it a rest will ya Harry? Give ME a rest?"

Harry laughed. "You've had your nap, Jack. Your dinner is in the bag, and then I have further plans for you."

"Jesus, I won't be able to walk for a week now. You're trying to cripple me aren't you?" Jack still had his eyes closed. "Can we at least eat first? I haven't eaten since yesterday, when we were off world."

"Absolutely, but I think I'll leave you tied up…"

"NO, please?" Jack's eyes snapped open, but softened instantly and Harry could see that Jack was bone tired and unwilling or unable to put up a fight.

Harry removed the keys from his pocket and reaching forward, unlocked the cuffs. Jack's fatigue showed instantly as he slowly brought his arms back down and rubbed his wrists.

"…gonna have bruises…damned." Jack muttered half under his breath.

"Stop whining, Jack…" Harry tugged at the pillows and pulled them around behind Jack as best he could. Jack looked at him, suspicious, then leaned forward and let Harry arrange the pillows behind his back and shoulders.

Harry handed Jack a beer opening it as he passed it to him and Jack tilted it up and took a long drink. Then Jack held the bottle up and looked at the label.

"Sam Adams? Harry? Figured you for a Corona sort of guy."

"Why, in keeping with my 'on vacation' kind of personality? Or was that supposed to be an insult and I just missed it?"

"Oh, your sunny disposition just screams 'Corona' I guess… Where's my food?"

Harry moved back to the table and removed a bag, tossing it across the short distance to the bed. Jack blocked it and then opened it.

"HEY! There's no fries!"

"I didn't get fries. They would be cold by now, and besides you don't need them anyway."

"Hey, speak for yourself. I work out." Jack pulled the bedclothes down to reveal his flat stomach.

"Yeah well. I get my exercise just staying one step ahead of the NID and the FBI. I don't have the time for a health club membership." Harry started to remove his shoes and slipped off his shirt. He sat on the bed and ate a burger, quickly and without comment, Jack watched him and did the same, sipping his beer between mouthfuls of burger.

"Can I get another beer? Or are you rationing THAT too?" Jack tapped Harry's arm with his empty bottle. Harry got up and downed the remainder of his beer as he crossed the room. He opened another and crossed back to hand it to Jack, then sat back down on the bed. Jack finished his burger and rolled up the paper wrapper.

"I could use a shower. That wouldn't interfere with your plans would it?" Jack took another drink of beer and looked to Harry for a response. Harry smiled, "Mind if I join you? Water conservation has always been one of my environmental concerns."

"Do I have a choice?" Jack nudged Harry off the bed so he could get up, then drained his beer and moved towards the bathroom. "Just give me a minute will ya?" Jack closed the door behind him when Harry shrugged, "Where would you go? You're naked."

Harry picked up the burger wrappers and put the empty beer bottles back into the carrier. Then straightened the bed and removed his pants and shorts. When he heard the shower start he went to the bathroom and opened the door, allowing the steam to escape. Jack was already in the shower the steaming water running over his long body. Harry was getting hard again just watching and stepped into the tub and moved right up on Jack, wrapping his arms around him. He took the washcloth from Jack's hand and began to soap it, then started running the washcloth all over Jack's chest and belly. Jack leaned back slightly to allow the shorter man easier access and Harry's erection nudged between his legs.

"This would be much easier if you'd turn around; I'm a little short here." Harry laughed.

"Not from what I can feel you aren't." Jack quipped.

"Flattery? From you, Jack? You ARE trying to kill me aren't you?"

"With fabulous sex?"

"So you want me to die happy, I appreciate that, Jack, I really do." Harry pulled Jack's head down for a kiss and resumed soaping Jack's body, moving down the long legs. Jack's eyes closed when Harry's attentions turned to his package, Harry grinned and gently ran the soapy cloth behind Jack's balls.

"Turn around Jack." Jack opened his eyes and placing a hand on the tiled wall, turned. Harry stood and began washing Jack's shoulders and back moving in long gentle strokes down the broad back and to the buttocks. Jack tilted his face upwards into the water spray allowing the water to run down the front of his body. Harry ran the cloth between the taut buttocks and Jack sighed as Harry's fingers replaced the cloth, and gently stroked the crack clean. Harry stood and soaped his now hard cock, moving the cloth quickly over his genitals as if every second counted. He dropped the cloth and turned Jack back around to allow the stream of water to rinse his buttocks. Harry was surprised when Jack grabbed another cloth and began to wash him in return. Jack moved quickly over Harry's chest and front, then down Harry's back and began to soap his buttocks. Harry groaned when Jack teased his tight muscle with a long finger, and then jumped as the same finger attempted to breach him.

"Don't even THINK about it, O'Neill…" Harry snapped, "We aren't here for YOUR enjoyment, remember?"

"Relax, Harry. I think you'd like it."

"NO! Thanks anyway." Harry tensed, then turned around and moved under the shower, pulling Jack closer.

"What I'd like is you bent over right here, but I prefer more room." Harry finished rinsing and stepped out of the tub, allowing Jack a final rinse before shutting the water off. Harry died himself quickly and tossed a dry towel to Jack as he stepped out of the tub. Harry watched Jack drying himself and thought he would lose his mind. Every move the man made was erotic, done solely to drive Harry crazy. Jack placed a foot on the edge of the tub and leaned down to dry his leg, and Harry lost his mind. He moved up behind him and dropped to his knees, parting the buttocks and began to tongue the still moist crack.

"OH, for crying out loud! Will you give it a rest, Harry, I just washed there!"

Maybourne chuckled and went back to his lavage; Jack remained in the same position and began to succumb to the sensation again reaching for the tiled wall to steady himself. Then, as suddenly as it had started, the tonguing stopped. "I think we should probably move into the other room." Harry stood and pulled Jack up and in for a kiss, then nudged him towards the bedroom. Jack headed for the bed and Harry followed, stepping up behind Jack and pulling him back against him, Harry ran his hands up and down the long arms as if to warm them then stopped, briefly. Jack turned to see what Harry was doing just as the handcuffs snapped into place around his wrists.

"Godamn it Maybourne! What IS it with you, anyway?" Maybourne pushed him towards the bed and Jack landed face first, trying to twist around. Harry grabbed him and pushed him over so he was laying on his back on top of his cuffed wrists. Harry smiled and reaching down began to run his hands all over Jack's body.

"I just wanna play a little, Jack and you looked so tasty trussed up before. I just wanted to see if it was as delectable as it looked then." Harry laughed and leaned down placing a kiss then playfully biting Jack's belly just below his navel. He kissed his way to Jack's groin and swiped his tongue up the soft cock that rested there. He kissed into the crease where Jack's long leg joined his body and Jack twitched and tried to fold up to protect the sensitive area.

"Ticklish, are we?" Harry pushed Jack back down and repeated the action on the other side. Jack's cock began to take an interest and Harry looked up at Jack's face.

"Looks like somebody else is hoping for a little attention." Harry laughed and licked the awakening organ, Jack groaned and relaxed under Harry's touch. Jack's relaxation was Harry's go ahead signal and he easily parted Jack's legs and knelt on the floor between them. His tongue moved delicately over each ball and up the underside of Jack's cock, teasing and flitting. Jack lifted his hips trying to direct Harry's attentions where he wanted them but was thwarted when Harry placed a hand on his belly and pushed him flat. Then Harry wrapped his hand around Jack's length and began to stroke, he pulled the organ till it was hard and leaking, then dipped the tip of his tongue into the dew-filled eye. Jack gasped and Harry placed his nearly closed mouth on the tip of the hard cock, and began to suck at the opening, then paused and pulled back. He moved back in and taking the entire head into his mouth, licked all over the spongy head and began to work both sacs in his palm, then slipped a thick finger onto the area behind them. He released the cock from his mouth and grabbed the new tube of lubricant from the nightstand and flipped it open. He squeezed a little onto a thick finger and returned to stroke towards Jack's opening. He took Jack's cock back into his mouth and resumed sucking as he slipped a meaty finger into the tight hole and began to stroke inside in time with his sucking. Jack pulled a long leg up and placed his foot flat on the bed, again raising his hips to arch into the mouth. Harry inserted a second finger and began to stroke over Jack's prostrate, taking him nearly to climax, then withdrew the fingers and the mouth and sat back on his heels, looking up at Jack.

"Turn over, Jack."

"Please, Harry. Do me first."

"I said, turn over Jack." Harry slid his hand down to the base of Jack's erection and squeezed… hard.

"SHIT! THAT HURTS!" Jack pulled up at the waist to look Harry in the face.

"I won't tell you again."

"Fuck you!"

"No, I don't think so." Harry squeezed again.

"STOP THAT!" Jack scrambled to turn over with his arms pinioned behind him. "I'm turning over."

"I may have to punish you."

"Oh please! Don't even think about it." Jack said as he went over on his face, Harry pushed him further and pushed his knees up onto the bed, making an awkward position even worse by Jack's inability to come up on his elbows. Harry pulled back and let his open hand fly, landing on Jack's backside with a crack of skin on skin. Jack jumped and hollered into the mattress. He fought to turn his head to speak just in time as Harry's second slap landed on his other buttock.

"MAYBOURNE! YOU ASSHOLE! STOP …" His sentence stopped by Maybourne's hand landing again on his butt cheek.

"I don't know about you, Jack but this is turning me on in a big way!" Harry managed to land another slap before Jack's bottom was removed from his target zone by Jack going flat onto the bed. Harry grabbed the handcuffs and pulled Jack to the edge of the bed.

"Get up!"

Jack stood his butt stinging. Harry dragged him across the room and pushed him over the arm of the upholstered chair, Jack's hips leaned on one arm and his body bridged the seat with his shoulders coming to rest on the opposite arm.

"PERFECT!" Harry clapped his hands together then rubbed them; he bent over and parted the pink cheeks and then leaned in and licked up the crack. He began to tongue the muscle again and when Jack relaxed into his mouth he stopped and stood. He smiled to himself and began to spank Jack again, letting his hand fly right and left over both buttocks till Jack's backside was bright red and hot. Jack squirmed and yelped during the slaps, finally giving in to tears, in spite of his pride. Harry continued to wail away then stopped and moved up on Jack, laying his hard cock on the hot, red skin the intense heat nearly making him spill his load there without benefit of intercourse. Jack jumped when the seemingly cold organ at first touched his buttocks and then withdrew. He was about to try to turn to see what was happening when he felt Harry's cold hands on him and he was opened. He felt the nudge of the fat cock head and then he was breached in one smooth motion before he could object. Harry pulled out a little and then plunged forward completely sheathing himself in Jack's body. He stilled immediately to allow the tension to drain from Jack's body and then began to stroke, slowly. Jack took a deep breath and sighed, still shaking from the spanking and the sudden penetration. His butt was on fire, the fact pointed out to him over and over when Harry's now sweaty body came into contact with it on each stroke. Harry stilled inside before beginning again this time angling over Jack's prostate each time. Jack tried to concentrate and begin the muscle contractions that would finish Harry, but he was exhausted from all that had happened in the last twenty-four hours and his body would no longer cooperate. He'll just have to settle for an old fashioned piece of ass.

"Sorry, Harry…" He mumbled into the chair, "too tired, can't do it."

"No party tricks this time eh, Jack?" Harry's tempo increased and now the salty sweat burning both of Jack's buttocks was intensified by Harry slamming hard into Jack again and again. Finally, just when Jack thought he would have to beg him to stop Harry stilled and shot deep into Jack's body, draping himself over Jack's back, hips still thrusting. Harry lay like that for a time while they both caught their breath. Then Harry stood and withdrew his empty weapon, Jack squirmed thinking he would be able to leave the position he was in, when he heard Harry walk away and then return.

"Harry... Let me up now… ah, Harry?"

Harry helped him up, gently as his joints popped and objected, and led him to the bed.

"Kneel on the bed, Jack."

"JESUS, MAYBOURNE! Give it a rest will ya? I need some sleep."

"I SAID, Kneel on the bed Jack, NOW!" Jack knelt on the bed, and crawled towards the headboard, separating his knees as instructed. Then Harry lay down on the bed and inching up under him, began to tongue him, pulling him down onto his face and parting the scarlet buttocks.

"OH, GOD! OH GOD! HARRY!" Jack almost fell forward. Harry prevented it by grabbing the length of chain between the handcuffs. Harry fumbled with something then Jack felt the handcuffs release and his arms finally freed. He fell forward onto his hands and stayed that way, till his hips were gripped and his buttocks parted and he was pulled back down to Harry's waiting mouth.

"OH GOD! NO MORE!" Jack went willingly now and closed his eyes as Harry removed what he had deposited, tongue darting into the pouting muscle, reducing Jack to grunting and blathering. It didn't take long for Jack to approach orgasm and Harry noticed the changes in the body above him and moved further under, now taking Jack's cock into his mouth. Jack came hard and collapsed to the side, curling up in the fetal position. Harry wiped his mouth and got up crossing the room to the table, grabbing two more beers from the carton and returned to the bed, turning off the overhead light on the way. Now the only illumination in the room came from the small bedside lamp, its weak light producing severe shadows everywhere. Harry nudged Jack's arm with a bottle and after Jack pulled himself to a more comfortable position with his head on the pillow, Harry handed it to him.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, drinking beer, lying side by side. Harry, never much of a beer drinker, put his half finished beer on the nightstand. Jack finished his beer and leaned across Harry's chest and body to place the bottle on the nightstand, Harry could not resist the urge and kissed the side of Jack's face as it passed him on the way to the table. Jack gave him a sideways glance and after depositing the bottle moved to lie down. Jack lay on his back for a moment and then in a move that completely took Harry by surprise, he rolled to his side and snuggled close to Harry. He threw one long leg across Harry's and with his head on Harry's chest, closed his eyes and went to sleep, too quickly to see the smile on Harry's face or feel Harry's arm pull him closer and wrap around his shoulder. Harry held Jack close, his free hand stroking the soft gray hair, till he fell asleep himself.

Harry Maybourne did NOT sleep well. He was not used to having a living, breathing, squirming, Jack-blanket and was awake more than asleep. Jack, on the other hand, slept like the dead, something he rarely did even at home in his own bed, with or without company. Jack did not wake during the night, but Harry got up twice each time having to battle his way back into bed and into an agreeable position before Jack re-draped him.

Jesus Christ, O'Neill! What do you do, climb in with Teal'c's symbiote when you sleep together? Harry was only mildly annoyed at Jack's snuggling, he was more annoyed with himself for not being able to sleep with another person next to him, or on top of him, as was the case with Jack. It was a habit he had long ago lost the feel for and never until now noticed. The call girls and men he had availed himself of never stayed the night, not that he would have allowed them to anyway, and it had been many years since there had been anyone he could allow that close. Jack was different. He knew where he stood with Jack; he knew he could trust him. O'Neill was one of the few men that Harry had ever met who was as good as his word, and in spite of years of special and black operations, he was still an honorable man.

Harry sighed and pulled the strong arms around his waist; Jack had spooned up behind him and was again draping him. He patted the hands that clasped around him and was rewarded with a soft kiss to the side of his neck where Jack's face was nuzzling. Harry was beginning to enjoy himself. Somewhat disappointed that his hold on Jack would end with the coming dawn, he knew Jack would wake at daybreak. He always did, off world or home. After so many years of zero five thirty reveille, he was more reliable than an alarm clock. Harry decided to enjoy himself as long as he could and turned slightly in Jack's embrace, the sleeping O'Neill responded by again draping himself to cover as much of Harry's exposed skin as possible. Now O'Neill's cock and balls were pressing against Harry's hip. Harry turned further and Jack turned too, now he lay practically on his stomach across Harry, everything within handy teasing reach. Jack's forehead was laying in the juncture of Harry's neck and shoulder, and Harry rubbed his cheek in the soft hair that tickled his face and neck. The sleeping man responded in kind, placing small kisses on Maybourne's collarbone and chest. Harry couldn't resist and reached down to stroke the soft package that now lay nearly on top of his, stopping suddenly when the touches produced what Harry could only describe as small animal noises from the still sleeping Jack. He had a difficult time not laughing at the whimpers that the six foot two, hard assed colonel produced and tried to engrave them into his memory to use for blackmail later. He stroked again and smiled to himself. There was no way he would ever be able to use this time like that, even though Jack had been coerced into participating. Harry would never hold it over him, he had waited too long and it meant too much to be used against Jack. Now, Harry worried, if anything, it made him feel even more protective of the damn fool. Harry didn't know how long Jack had been awake or how long he had been stroking and fondling Harry's package, but the familiar ache was there and bleary brown eyes looked up at him from a face with a crooked smile.

"Mornin' Harry." Jack looked up at Maybourne, and began stroking Harry's large cock in earnest, "One for the road?"

Harry Maybourne was flabbergasted, he would have bet the farm on O'Neill grabbing his clothes and running for the door as soon as he opened his eyes, this was completely unexpected.

"Whoa! Tell me the Goua'ld kidnapped Jack O'Neill during the night and left you in his place."

"You should BE so lucky, Harry." Jack smiled and began to kiss his way down the stocky body until he came face to face with the Maybourne family inheritance and began to tease it with his tongue. Harry was too surprised to form a coherent thought and lay with his mouth open as Jack went down on him. Jack shifted so Harry could stroke Jack's already straining cock and resumed nibbling and sucking at Harry's equipment until he was rock hard. Jack grabbed the lube from the nightstand and pushing the covers completely off the bed, spread lube on his right hand. Harry was about to panic when Jack moved the hand behind him and started to open himself. Harry was sure his eyes were bugging out watching Jack, and he waited as Jack took control of the entire situation. Now, Jack lubed Harry's hard cock, and moved to straddle him. Jack lay forward on Maybourne's chest and bit a hard nipple then, grabbing the large organ, he began to shift downwards.

"This would be a whole lot easier if you would help, Harry." Jack's comment broke Maybourne's reverie and he scrambled to grab and support the cock as Jack rose up and then sat slowly down, his face grimacing in concentration. After the big glans popped in Harry shifted to help support Jack as he slowly took the hard length into his body. Harry had never had anyone even try this before; they were always too intimidated by his size to even attempt such a maneuver. Sweat covered O'Neill now as he impaled himself and he began to shake as his muscles objected to the tiny increments.

"Easy, Jack, easy, relax, come here." Harry pulled Jack forward to lay on his chest, a respite in the penetration. Harry ran his hands up and down the sweaty back and brushed wet strands of hair back from Jack's face.

"Take a breather. You've gone far enough, here…"

"I'm okay…I'm good, just need a minute here…"

"No, Jack, that's enough."

"I said… NO!" Jack pushed himself off Harry's chest and sat down hard, burying Harry completely inside him. They both gasped.

"JESUS CHRIST, ARE YOU NUTS, O'NEILL? Harry grabbed the narrow waist and held Jack still. Jack smiled and panted, his eyes glazed with pain or maybe pleasure Harry didn't know which.

"I'm okay. I'm fine. Just give me a minute." Jack regained his senses and then began to move, slowly, and gradually lifting just a little and coming back down. He got braver as his body adjusted again to Maybourne's size, and he began to move more deliberately and lengthen the strokes. He sat down and ground his backside against Harry's pelvis, adding a new twist and Harry was on the verge of loosing control. Jack was sure that Harry had never experienced anything like this before and began to ride with more urgency, angling for his own prostate whenever possible. Then Jack sat down hard and stilled, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes and began the contractions he had been unable to perform after the spanking incident. The waves of pressure rippled up his cock to the tip as Jack's body robbed Harry of his seed. At first Harry tried to hold out, not let Jack control his orgasm, but the well-practiced contractions were an irresistible force and he succumbed quickly if not quietly.

"JESUS JACK! JA-ACK!" Harry shouted as his body twitched, "AH, YESSS!"

He looked up at Jack's face fixed in concentration and grabbed Jack's hard cock and stroked twice and Jack came shooting streamers of semen up onto Harry's chest, then collapsing on top of him. They lay like that for a long time until Jack's legs began to cramp and he leaned to the side and swung a leg over Harry's chest to lay next to him. Harry groaned at the loss when his soft organ pulled out of Jack with a wet plop. Harry gathered Jack into his arms and stroked his hair, kissing every bit of Jack his lips could reach.

"How was it for you?" Jack smiled up at Maybourne, the sweat still dripping from his hair.

"Jesus, Jack, you're trying to kill us both aren't you? You're incredible! I STILL don't understand where and how you learned to do that, but MY GOD! I'm glad you did."

"Was it all you had hoped?"

"It was more, Jack, thank you. It meant a lot to me especially this morning. I guess you'll be wanting that information now. Of course you know I'll have to come along to watch your lovely backside, don't you? Need to make sure no harm comes to it, I may find some other type of information you'd be willing to pay for." Harry smiled

"Oh I think it can wait until after we shower, before we get welded together by cum." Jack started to get up and leaned down for a kiss before disappearing into the bathroom.

"Wanna share?" Harry called after him and got up and started behind him, grabbing towels.

"You know Teal'c is going to want to kick your ass when he finds out about this." Jack chided Maybourne.

"You'll protect me, Jack."

"Nah! I'm going to help him, and then I'll screw what's left of you."

"Maybe I need to have a little talk with Teal'c when we get him back. I think you could use another spanking. Then Teal'c and I could take turns drilling you senseless."

"Ooo, promises, promises!" Jack said through the shower spray.

"One which I'll try my damndest to keep, Jack." Harry said as he stepped into the bathtub, smiling.

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