Eye Of The Beholder

by Geonn

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asg/geonn/eyeofthe.php
Summary: Jack takes advantage of a unique situation.

Jack was bored. He was still trying to come to terms with seeing everything just a little off-center. He felt like he was sitting on a stack of books; his eye-line was all screwed up. He slouched a bit, but that didn't help. He tried resting his hands on his stomach, but all that did was remind him of two things. One, that he was way more developed than he usually was and that said hands were black. Very black. With a hint of gold, now that he looked at them.

He sighed, hearing the rumble of Teal'c's voice. The sound was vaguely familiar, although he'd never heard Teal'c sigh. It just felt odd to *feel* the sound. His vocal cords were no longer his own.

Standing, he walked to the mirror and stared at his friend's face reflected back at him. He started out making facial expressions he knew he'd never get a chance to see Teal'c make. He crossed his eyes, stuck out his tongue. He thumbed his nose, making it look piggish and stuck his jaw out so that his bottom teeth stuck out over his top lip. He straightened his back and stared stonily at his reflection. In his best Jack Nicholson - or the best that Teal'c's vocal cords could do - he said, "You can't haaaandle the truth."

He turned and sauntered over to the door, peeking into the bedroom. He saw himself... or rather, Teal'c in his body, still sitting kel'no'reem. It was unnecessary, seeing as Jack was playing host to Junior for the moment, but Jack knew that lifelong habits died hard. Especially one that Teal'c would have to start up again within a few days. Hopefully. He prayed.

He walked back into the bathroom, giving his friend some privacy and sat on the closed lid of the toilet again. Teal'c had asked for forty-five minutes of solitude and Jack was prepared to give it to him. The only problem was that only ten minutes had passed. What the hell was he supposed to do for another half hour?

If he'd been in his own body, there was a simple solution to what he would do... by himself... for half an hour... in the bathroom.

"Ah, shut up," he whispered to himself. "Don't think about that right now."

But the idea had been planted, and like telling himself not to think about zebras... Jack rolled his eyes. Great. Now he was thinking about masturbation *and* zebras. He felt a strange tingling sensation between his legs and looked down, suddenly curious about what it would be like. It would be basically like masturbation, right? But... if there were different parts involved...

He swallowed and stood up, walking to the bathroom door and gently shutting it. He turned and saw himself in the mirror. Voyeurism... would it be like he was watching Teal'c or would it be like Teal'c was watching him? He pulled off his t-shirt, tossing it towards the sink and examining Teal'c's body.

He'd been intimate with a man exactly once in his life. It had been overseas, in the barracks and they had both been happily heterosexual until they found themselves with a sudden lack of female companionship. He ran his hands over Teal'c's muscular chest, suddenly realizing why Janet Fraiser always seemed to trail Teal'c with her eyes.

Clearing his throat, he took a seat on the commode again and unfastened Teal'c's belt. His hands were shaking. He swallowed and leaned back, resting his head against the wall. It felt so weird without the hair to pillow his skull. He closed his eyes and, letting instinct take over, undid his trousers and lifted his ass. He pushed his pants down to his knees, spreading his legs as far as the material would let him.

There. Just like that. The awkward part was all that was left.

Swallowing sharply, he opened his eyes and looked down. Teal'c's cock was resting limply between his spread thighs, the bald ball sac visible beneath the shaft. God, did this man have hair *anywhere*? He traced the line of his pouch and slid his palm down, resting his hand on his warm thigh.

Suddenly, he worried that what he was doing was very, very wrong. What right did he have to violate Teal'c's privacy like this? God, what would he think if Teal'c was doing this to HIS body?

Okay, that thought had to stop *right* there...

He groaned and moved his hand over, slipping his index finger under the shaft of his cock and slowly stroking towards the head. Well, he had to admit, that felt good... He added a second finger, using his thumb to close the circle. He cleared his throat and relaxed against the back of the toilet.

Might as well admit it. He was going to jack off in Teal'c's body.

He spread his legs a little farther apart and loosely stroked his fingers up and down his cock. He liked to fantasize, get an image in his head to work on. The guy he had stroked off with in the Gulf hadn't seen the necessity of this. He had just dropped trou and went to work. Jack admired that, but he needed something to get the juices flowing.

Might as well start where his imagination had recently wandered. Janet Fraiser. He knew how it would look if it somehow leaked that she was a frequent visitor to his fantasies. But it was hard to deny that she was a desirable woman. She was hot as hell... and something about a woman in uniform...

Oooh-kay we have lift-off. His cock jumped in his hand, seeming to expand slightly as it became aroused. Wow. That was...

He cleared his throat and brought his hand to his mouth, licking the index and middle finger. He brushed the moist tips along the tender, yet strong, flesh on the underside of his cock. He scooted forward on the toilet seat and pictured Janet Fraiser's face. Her lips... her eyes... the way her legs looked under that crisp skirt...

He looked down, watching Teal'c's cock rise and fall in his hand. He brought his other hand down, cupping Teal'c's full balls. They were bigger than his own and felt different as he rolled them against each other. Using the first three fingers, he juggled them back and forth, still working his other hand slowly up and down his cock.

Janet was no longer at the front of his mind. He was now looking down at himself, seeing what Teal'c saw when he masturbated. If he masturbated... did Jaffa... now was not the time. He swallowed and slowly wrapped his entire hand around the shaft. Teal'c was big. Bigger than Jack. Bigger than, hell, most men that Jack had seen in porn.

Okay. Janet wasn't going to work for this particular stroke session. He bit his lip and decided to go with the obvious.

Would he ever do anything with Teal'c? Would Teal'c ever do anything with him? He imagined the look on Teal'c's face if he were to ever bring it up. Or the looks on Carter and Daniel's faces if they ever found out. Or the biggest question of all... how far would he himself go? He hadn't had sex with the guy in Iraq. They'd just helped each other out. Hands only, although the other guy had wanted to graduate to mouths.

All this analyzing wasn't helping anything. Jack brought his hand up and licked his palm, grasping his cock again and clearing his throat. He slowly slid his hand up the length, imagining it was another person's mouth rather than his own hand. Carter's... maybe Fraiser's.

Or Teal'c. He pictured Teal'c on his knees in front of him, mouth wide in an 'O,' going down on him.

Oooh, yeah, that would work.

The wide ring of flesh just below the head of Teal'c's cock proved to be extremely sensitive. Jack brushed it gently with a moist fingertip, gasping at the shock that sent through his system. Nice. He dragged the fingertip down the length of his shaft, watching as it twitched and reacted to the sensations. He curled his toes inside of his boots and exhaled shakily.

A bead of pre-come appeared at the tip of his cock and he brought his other hand up, brushing it away.

Ohsweetdearlorda'mighty... That felt good.

He stared at the drop of white on his fingertip, pondering for just a moment before he sucked the finger into his mouth. Salty. Not sweet. An acquired taste, to be sure. He remembered Sara swallowing after sex and knew that it wasn't something he'd be likely to do. That hit him hard. "Not likely to do"? Like getting on his knees and giving a blow job *was* something he'd do?

He looked down at Teal'c's cock and realized... yeah. It wasn't such a far-fetched idea. Or at least, not as far-fetched as it had been twenty minutes ago. He swallowed hard and brought his hand up, still using just the one finger to touch himself. He circled the sensitive head, watching the cock jerk as he just barely brushed it.

Oh, this was heaven. He wished he could pinpoint why it felt differently... was it because it was someone else's cock? Or because he was in the bathroom with someone just outside? He'd never been one for exhibitionism (again, except for that one time overseas), so maybe that was adding to the thrill.

He swallowed and gripped his cock tightly. All four fingers around the shaft, thumb sticking out ready to brush the head in the last few seconds before orgasm. He slowly worked his hand up and down the shaft, swallowing with difficulty, breathing harder and harder, watching as Teal'c's cock - *watching Teal'c's cock!* - disappear and reappear with each stroke.

Vaguely, he was aware of his hips rising and falling with the motion of his hand. He moved his other hand down, massaging and toying with his balls again as his eyes drifted shut. "God," he hissed. "Teal'c..."

He felt Teal'c's orgasm building, surprised to discover it felt the same as when he was close. He brushed his thumb over the sensitive head and gasped. Oh, God... so that was one thing Jaffa felt differently. He gasped and came, his seed shooting a few inches before landing on the cement floor. He stroked a few more times, his back hunched, milking the erection for all it was worth.

Once his nerve endings stopped getting jangled by contact with air, he exhaled sharply and took stock of himself. The first three fingers of his hand were connected by stringy, sticky remnants of his climax. He was about to smear it on his trousers before he realized it wasn't really his come. It wouldn't be the most disgusting thing in the world to taste it.

He brought his hand up, hesitating once or twice, examining the liquid from both sides before he sucked his index finger into his mouth. He proceeded to taste the rest of it, licking himself clean rather than grabbing a wad of toilet paper, but he didn't see himself very attracted to the taste.

Standing up, he pulled Teal'c's trousers back up and rearranged himself. He picked up his shirt and pulled it back on, staring at himself in the mirror. He washed his hands, using the scented soap to erase the stink of semen from his fingers. He was still wiping his hands on the towel when he opened the door and saw Teal'c sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Hey, Teal'c," he said nervously. All he could think was 'How long has he been out of kel'no'reem?'

"O'Neill," the Jaffa said. 'Damn it, that's creepy,' Jack thought, still trying to make sense of seeing himself and hearing his voice controlled by the stoic Jaffa.

"Been... uh, been awake long?"

"Indeed."

Jack swallowed nervously. "I, uh..."

"Perhaps you could explain your actions in the bathroom?"

Jack resisted the urge to smile. 'Just what were you doing with these magazines, Jonathan?' his mother's voice rang in his head. "Well, Teal'c... you know how it is."

"I do not, O'Neill."

"Just... getting a little relief." He prayed he wouldn't have to expand on the idea.

"In solitude?" Teal'c asked, cocking his head to the side.

Jack closed his eyes, then realized this was an opportunity. He cleared his throat and said, "Do Jaffa not... masturbate? Pleasure themselves?" He shrugged. "Have you ever gotten yourself off?"

"There has never been a need. Apophis kept a widely assorted harem for such necessities."

'Hmm, a harem,' Jack thought. 'Maybe I oughta bring that up to Carter and Frais-- No. Uh-uh.' He shook his head. He cleared his throat. "Well, you've been here for two years. We don't have harems."

"Indeed you do not."

"So what have you been... I mean, you haven't gone two *years* without..." He turned his head to the side. "Have you been getting some action?"

Teal'c said nothing.

Jack's mind raced, but he didn't press for the identity of Teal'c's little helper. Instead, he stepped forward and said, "Well... you know, sometimes you just need to take things into your own hands." Teal'c turned, gazing at him fully. "A quick... you know... before heading off to sleep. Not that you... sleep." He cleared his throat. "The point is, Teal'c, you don't always want to run around and find a willing partner when all you really want to do is get off."

"What would be the alternative, O'Neill?"

Jack closed his eyes and shrugged, almost in surrender. "Well... I-I could show you..."

END

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