Paradise Lost

by Kez

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ask/kez/paradise.php
Summary: An Episode Addition to Paradise Lost

"You are a dead man Harry, get back here or I swear I will shot you" I yell at him as he stomps off, this is the third argument in the three days we have been here, I don't know how much more I can take.

I should have just let him go, let him escape at least then I wouldn't be stuck here on this dam planet with him, seeing him all the time, all sweaty, and awwww fuck it, I am nearly 50 years of age, I should NOT be getting a fucking hard on every God Dam time that man comes near me, I should not be feeling like this...

He is bad, he shot me

Zatted you.

Whatever, it was still fucking sore.

He shot Carter.

Zatted her to.

Whatever. Same thing.

He helped you in the past.

He tricked me into bringing him to the planet, and then got us fucking lost.

He said sorry.

He thought I was going to shot him.

He was just trying to make a life for himself somewhere that he didn't have to hid all the time, he wanted to get out of the bad stuff.

He was just saving his own skin from being halled off to jail.

He turned himself in because he trusted you.

He used me.

He could have killed you, and didn't.

He... Ok I can't explain that one.

Haha, of course you can't. He wants you too.

No Way.

Way.

Fuck... you think?

Yes!

Sweet.

Now one small problem, what if the voice in my head it wrong?

"Jack?" I guess it's time to find out.

"What is it Harry?" I ask him, turning; he is wet... hang on why is he wet?

Guess he saw the question in my face.

"Tripped over a root into the water," he explains, with a slight grin.

"You look... slightly waterlogged," I observe.

"We should get you dry, strip down," I order, my thoughts set aside for another time as my training kicks in.

"Well at least it's warm enough to be running around like this," Harry says sometime later, when his clothes, all but his spare boxers at least, which he is wearing with nothing else! are set to dry in the sun.

"Yeah" I mutter, trying really hard not to look at him, it doesn't work; my eyes gravitate naturally towards him.

Fuck, the little Colonel just snapped to attention, and if I move at all, he is going to see it. Fuck, Fuck, Fuckity, Fuck, Fuck.

I move. He can see it. Fuck I shouldn't have moved. Why did I do that?

"Jack is that a zat in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" Harry asks, smirking, oh yeah he knows.

"We lost our Zats when we first got here," I point out, my voice, calm, level, nothing like my insides.

"True," oh fuck, he is coming closer.

"Guess you must be happy to see me," he whispers as his hands reaches out and runs over my tee, brushing over my nipples. I groan.

The hand is going lower, and oh God lower, until I can feel it resting against my cock.

"Are you Jack?" he asks, but I am so caught up in where his hand is, I barely register it.

"Are you?" he asks again, his fingers squeezing my erection through the material of my BDU's.

"Yessssss," I hiss, through the haze that my brain has suddenly become.

"Good," is the only word I hear, at least I think I hear, I am not really sure, because in the next second he is kissing me and I suddenly don't give a flying fuck.

I topple of the log I am sitting on, pulling him down, and rolling us over until I am on top, crushing my lower body into him, making sure he can feel how hard he has made me, even as I feel his own hard cock pushing back at me.

"Fuck me Jack," he whispers hoarsely in my ear.

Hell Yes, or not, nothing to use for lube, and I certainly don't carry condoms in my pack, FUCK!

"I'm clean Jack," he tells me, almost as thought reading my mind, and I thought Daniel was the only one who could ever do that, shows you what I know.

"But..." I go to mention the lube.

"Sunscreen, in the packs," he tells me.

Good job someone is here to think of these things, cause my brain ain't worth shit right now.

Ok, that's the necessities taken care of, now where was I, oh there I was.

Well the beard scratches, but its not too bad, I can live with that. Oh hello what is this, little sensitive there huh Harry. Oh yeah, definitely.

Hmm wonder where else I might get a reaction like that. Well let's see ear lobe, oh nice, but not quite.

Nipples, Oh getting there, definitely getting there, in more ways than one.

What about down here, huh Harry?

Ok, slight problem with boxers, hmm not anymore, I hope he didn't like them too much.

Now where was I, oh yeah trying to find his sensitive spots.

Found One!

Hmmm quite enjoying this actually, not really one to enjoy giving head, but I'm not complaining right now, and he certainly isn't.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Gee Harry scream a little louder, the Asguard might not have heard you in their own galaxy.

"Jack, NOW!" sure, now, your wish is my command.

Fuck I had that sunscreen a second ago, oh there it is, ok stop shaking Jack; you will find this so much easier.

HOLY HANNAH, FUCK he is tight. DON'T move Jack; you'll lose it to soon.

Ok, nice and slow, that's it, slow and steady, and Oh FUCK! That is so not a fair move, how the fuck is a guy not suppose to cum when he is getting his dick squeezed like that?

"Arrrrrggggggghhhhhhh"

Oh look I'm still breathing, what da ya know.

"Harry."

"Yes Jack."

"Next time, I really will shot you."

"Ok Jack."

"Jack?"

"Yes Harry?"

"I think you already shot me, or at least in me."

**Snort**

"Go to sleep Harry."

"Yes Jack."

He sleeps now, he looks more innocent in sleep, not that I will ever fool myself to thinking he is innocent, but it's nice to pretend for a while. When...If we get rescued this will all be finished, he will go back to being the bad guy, spend a very long time in prison, and me, I'll be the Colonel who sent him there.

I hope we don't get rescued.