Fantasies 4

Shipwrecked

by Sistine

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ass/sistine/fantasies04.php
Summary: A long beach, a clear blue ocean and a loincloth

Jack was lucky to be alive. After his yacht sank a while ago, he had been washed up on what was a seemingly deserted island. He lay there on the sand for a few minutes, staring up at the clear blue sky. It was hard to believe that only two hours ago, there had been a ferocious storm that had capsized his yacht and forced him into the icy cold water. His radio had gone, so there was no way to signal for help, and his food supplies had sunk with the yacht. But he was lucky to be alive.

He sat up, observing the crystal blue sea and the white sand of the beach. It was a nice place to be shipwrecked, he had to admit. There were trees and other plant life behind him in the tropical jungle, in which he was hoping to find some food. But more importantly, it was a source of dry wood with which he could make a fire; he needed to dry out his clothes.

On tired legs, he stood and slowly advanced towards the jungle. He kept a wary eye open for predators of both the human and animal kind as he gathered up wood from the edge of the jungle; fortunately, he could see neither. He put the wood in a pile on the sand about halfway to the sea, and then using his Boy Scout training, rubbed two sticks together until they caught fire. Within minutes, he had a blazing fire and was drying himself in front of it.

He was almost dry when a shadow caught his eye. Quickly, he turned his head but saw nothing there. Stop being so jumpy, Jack told himself; if someone was around, they would have showed themselves by now.

His growling stomach reminded him that he had expended a lot of energy in surviving and now it demanded something to eat. Going down to the ocean's edge, he looked out into the water to see if there were any fish. Upon finding none, he decided to explore the jungle instead.

Ridding himself of his jacket - the weather was quite warm now - he advanced into the jungle. He found himself a large stick to act as a weapon - just in case. Gathering up as many edible fruits that he could find, he took them back to his little camp.

The sight of someone investigating his jacket made Jack freeze for a moment. He observed the man's wild hair and loincloth and decided that this was obviously one of the locals. Then he cautiously advanced towards the fire, trying not to startle the young man. When he was about twenty feet away, the man's head came up to look directly at Jack, and there was a glimpse of startled blue eyes before the man jumped up and started to run away. Jack dropped what he was carrying and ran after the young man. But he soon gave up the chase, realising that he was never going to catch the native, who could run like a rabbit.

Jack trudged back through the sand to his little camp and picked up the food he had dropped. Sitting down a reasonable distance from the fire, he tried the fruits out to see which were edible, and ended up having a nice little meal. After a while, he became aware that someone was staring at him. Not wanting to startle the watcher, Jack casually looked around him as if taking in the scenery. Barely visible in the jungle, he could see a pair of vivid blue eyes watching him, and he guessed that it was the same native as before. The kid - Jack had decided that the native was quite a bit younger than he was and therefore belonged in the 'kid' category - was obviously the curious type.

Lying down, Jack pretended to go to sleep. He slowed his breathing down to give the appearance of sleep but his hearing was on high alert. Although the sounds were quiet, Jack knew when the kid came closer. He waited until the kid was right next to him, something he was able to judge by the sound of the native breathing, then opened his eyes and captured one thin wrist.

The kid immediately started struggling, thrashing his arm about wildly in an attempt to get Jack to let go. But Jack held on tight. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said in a soothing voice. "It's alright. I'm not going to hurt you," he repeated.

The blue eyes focused on him as he spoke and Jack could see the fear in them. "My name is Jack," he said, tapping his hand on his chest. "What's your name?" There was no comprehension on the kid's face. "Jack," he said again, tapping his chest.

Jack could see the light bulb go off in the kid's mind. The struggling stopped as the native's curiosity took over. "Ja... Jack?"

"That's right. My name is Jack," he praised the kid. "And your name is...?"

The kid looked blankly at him.

"Okay, how about I call you Friday?" Jack said, taking inspiration from the book 'Robinson Crusoe'. "Do you speak?" he asked, pointing to his own mouth. "Speak?"

After copying the gesture, the kid shook his head. Okay, Jack thought; maybe this kid had been shipwrecked like him and grown up on the island with no-one to talk to. That would explain why he didn't appear to understand English. Jack didn't think that the kid looked like a native of the region, although he was no anthropologist so he couldn't say for certain. The blonde-brown hair was shoulder length and tussled, and the kid's body was tanned and well-muscled. In fact, Friday was very attractive, Jack thought as he looked the younger man over. The short loincloth added to the overall attractiveness.

Because he was thinking, Jack missed seeing Friday's hand reach out, and he jumped when the hand contacted with his face. The long fingers traced over his forehead, then his nose and cheeks, before gliding over his mouth. Jack's breath caught in his throat as the touch started to ignite desire deep within him. Using his free hand, Jack copied the caress, skimming his fingers over Friday's face. The skin was so smooth, which surprised Jack, and the lips were moist. A warm, wet tongue flickered out to taste his finger, and then Friday closed his lips around the digit, sucking it into his mouth.

Jack had never been part of anything so erotic, and he got hard fast. Breathing heavily, he managed to ask, "Do you know what you're doing?" Friday just looked at him with those clear blue eyes while continuing to wind his tongue around Jack's finger. "Just checking," Jack stated. He slowly withdrew his finger from Friday's mouth and let it glide down over his chin and neck, leaving a wet trail behind. Without looking away from the Friday's eyes, Jack swirled his finger in ever decreasing circles around the young man's pecs.

With an abrupt move, Friday twisted his hand free of Jack's and then eagerly pulled the older man's t-shirt off. Then he pushed Jack flat, knelt over him and proceeded to investigate Jack's chest with his fingers first and then his tongue and lips.

Jack brought his hands up to grab onto Friday's bare thighs. For a beginner, the kid was talented, Jack absently noted as his body enjoyed the sensual exploration. He felt his zip being undone, the fingers tracing lightly over his hard length. "Hey, no teasing," Jack commented, and smiled as those curious eyes locked on his again. "You're a horny little thing, aren't you?"

Friday smiled, responding to the smile on Jack's face, then pulled the trousers and briefs over the older man's hips and all the way down his legs. The kid then crawled back up to investigate Jack's groin. He stared for a moment at the erection then closed his fingers around it, pumping gently.

"Oh god," Jack moaned. Shocks of desire raced from one end of his body to the other as he arched upwards into the touch. He closed his eyes briefly, getting lost in the touch, then opened them to look at Friday. The kid was watching Jack intently, his tongue flickering out to wet drying lips. Then suddenly Friday bent down and took Jack in his mouth.

Jack bucked up, instinct causing the reaction, then consciously made himself lie still so that he didn't hurt Friday. The young man had sat up, startled when Jack had pushed into his mouth, but gradually lowered himself down again when he realised that Jack wasn't going to do that again. He sucked enthusiastically, groaning low in his throat; the sound brought Jack to the edge.

"Hey," Jack said, grabbing handful of Friday's hair and pulling his head up. "I don't think you're quite ready for what comes next." He let go of the blonde hair and sat up.

Friday looked with puzzlement at Jack. His eyes flickered down to Jack's groin then back up to the older man's face, obviously wanting to know why he had been stopped. "It was good, believe me," Jack replied to the unspoken question. "Just not yet."

The kid sat back on his heels, his expression that of someone trying to figure something out. Then the expression cleared. Friday took one of Jack's hands and put it underneath the loincloth. Jack encountered a very impressive erection there. "Okay, I got it. My turn to do you, is that right?" The only response was pressure on his wrist to move his hand up and down. Jack obeyed and watched as Friday arched his head back in pleasure. Moving slightly, Jack kissed the exposed throat, feeling as well as hearing the moans the young man was making. Oh, this was so good.

Suddenly, Friday snapped his head back and took off again. Jack watched him head towards the water, stopping at the ocean's edge. More slowly, Jack stood up and followed Friday down to the water. He was quite unprepared for the young man to throw himself at Jack but managed to stay upright. Hungry lips fused with his, seeking and demanding. Jack returned the kiss, meeting the desire with his own.

A wave knocked them both off their feet and they fell to the sand, Jack cushioning Friday's fall. Water lapped around them as they continued to kiss. Jack's legs fell open, allowing Friday to lie between them, and it was then that Jack something hard pressing against his entrance. "Wait a sec," he said, flipping them both over. "You can't just do that straight away. You need to do some preparation first," he told the squirming young man.

Deciding he would have to demonstrate, Jack pressed one finger against Friday's entrance, causing the kid to jump. He pushed it in and moved it around a bit before adding a second one. As he made a scissoring motion with his fingers, he said, "Get the picture? Now you try it." He flipped over again so that Friday was on top.

After a long moment of what was obviously indecision, Friday started preparing Jack, first with one finger, then with two. Jack was extremely hard now, the icy cold water surrounding him not alleviating the fire inside any. "Okay, now we're good to go."

In response to Jack's voice, Friday withdrew his fingers and lined himself up. And as he started to push in, Jack thought how strange yet erotic it was to be doing this with a complete stranger...

---

"Nice wig," Jack said, reaching up to tousle Daniel's hair as they lay side by side in the shallows.

"Thanks. I thought it would add to the role," Daniel replied, rolling over onto his back and letting the water swirl around him.

Jack looked down at his lover who looked so hot just lying there in his loincloth. The older man ran his fingers over the leather material. "I told you I'd get revenge for the skirt," he commented, enjoying the feel of the leather.

"You also said I was going to sleep for a week after this," Daniel stated, smiling lazily. "I think you lied."

"Who said we're finished yet?" The grin Jack gave the younger man was pure lust. "After all, we've got this whole beach to ourselves, and we don't have to be back for another few hours."

"How did you arrange this?" Daniel wanted to know. He turned onto his side again to face his lover.

"Simple. I just told Hammond that SG-1 needed an easy mission with no-one chasing after us, and that P9X-123 was the ideal spot. And when he saw the beaches, he gave in on the spot." Actually, it was when Jack had mentioned his concern for his hard-working teammates who wouldn't rest - not that he had needed to name names - that General Hammond had okayed the mission. "So here we are, having a nice easy mission."

Daniel frowned. "Won't the General be suspicious when we come back without any mineral samples or anything?"

"That's what Carter and Teal'c are doing right now." At least, he hoped they were. "On our way back to them, we'll pick up some local examples of the flora, and that'll be that." Jack leaned forward to kiss Daniel. "You were very convincing."

"I try," Daniel said with a smile. "You just picked this fantasy so that I wouldn't speak, admit it."

"That was an added bonus. The loincloth was the main reason." He had got the idea after watching 'Castaway' a few weeks ago. Daniel looked much better in it than Tom Hanks did. "So, are you ready to be worn out now?" He rolled on top of Daniel.

"Oh yeah."

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