Title: Prophesies End {Part 1.1} Pairing: Jack/Jonas
Series: Stargate SG-1 Rating: 18 Type: Slash – Fluff
Summary: Set after 6:21 'Prophecy'. Jonas is recovering from the removal of his tumour and the side effect of seeing flashes of the future. He has been signed off active duty to rest and recuperate... no one knows R&R better than Jack O'Neill and it's time he showed the newest member of his team how it's done!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the SG-1 characters or anything from the universe of Stargate. I am just taking the characters and playing with them a while – promising to restore them whole and unblemished! Thanks to MGM for creating these toys for me to enjoy. Please don't take any of my playing as having any bearing on the actual series. Enjoy.
This planet was beautiful. Jonas Quinn had watched his first sunset with a slight grin on his face. He'd never really taken the time to watch a sunset on Kelowna, so he was taking full advantage of the spectacle here on Earth.
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Sat on a small platform on the edge of a lake, Jonas leaned back in his chair and took a swig of something called 'Bud'.
Up until this point life had been so urgent. He had always been occupied with important matters; maintaining communication between the government and science division, heading up the research team in-charge of the naquadria project, handling volatile situations and saving the world. But now he could relax. He had to relax, Doctors orders.
Pulling the blanket further round himself, Jonas stole a glance at the man beside him.
Jack O'Neill was staring at the setting sun as if it held all the answers in the universe. Jonas watched the fading light cast dark contrasts on the angled face before him. He saw the remnants of the dying day reflected in those thought filled eyes and wondered what the older man might be thinking.
Jonas had been thinking of only one thing since he'd left the base.
He had had a brief experience with future flashes. Jonas could see what would happen in the future. He had seen a betrayal of a planets government, the injury caused to Sam while working on the Stargate and snippets of an ambush that Jack had escaped… but there were a few other things he had seen and failed to report in his debriefing.
Flashes, feelings, sensations…
"What is it?" Jack asked without turning.
Jonas startled slightly and laughed. "I was just thinking." He admitted.
"Do you ever stop?"
"What?"
"Thinking."
"Oh." Jonas blushed slightly. Obviously he wasn't thinking too hard at the moment, too caught up in memories of the future.
Jack finished his bottle of ale and reached out for Jonas' empty. For a moment, their fingers met.
Jonas felt a slight sizzle to the touch and Jacks eyes flickered down to the feel. Then Jack turned away.
Curiosity was always something that motivated Jonas. And he wondered at that brief glance and if Jack had felt the same sizzle between them.
It was probably nothing. Static. Nothing at all. But…
He had finally been asked to join the Colonel on a fishing trip. It had only taken a brain tumor… But Jack had asked him to come and spend time with him; to relax and heal.
The sensible part of Jonas knew the Colonel would do this for any member of his team, but there was a nagging part of him that was holding on to the promise of a secluded holiday in Vegas. And then came that feeling again…
Jack had only been joking, he told himself.
The Colonel straightened, turning a garden light on and handed Jonas another chilled bottle of ale.
Jonas accepted. He was accepted. He was part of the team. He was fishing.
"Colonel..." he said before he could stop himself.
The other man startled and finally turned to face him. "I'm off duty Jonas. Call me Jack."
Jonas tried to repress another grin. "Ok. Jack…" He lost the battle and beamed broadly. "Thanks."
"For the beer?" Jack questioned.
"No."
"For the blanket?"
"No."
"For getting you out of the base?"
"No, yes, but no…" Jonas held up his hands before Jack could continue. "For accepting me." The Colonel looked a little lost for words, so Jonas explained, "I know loosing Dr Jackson has been hard on you -"
"Jonas…"
"…and a part of you must still blame me for the role I played-"
"Jonas…"
"…but this means a lot." Jonas looked into Jacks sunset tinted eyes. "Teal'c and Sam… they were very kind. But you, inviting me here… it makes me feel as if you can, maybe, forgive me… One day."
Jack sighed. He took another, big, swig of beer. "Jonas," he said, searching for the next words. "I have been a dick."
Jonas looked a little surprised and went to protest, but it was Jacks turn to hold up his hands. "I know I was mad as hell with your government. But, in my line of work, I should have realised the difficult situation you were in."
"You made me see sense. I was a fool for thinking that politicians would use our inventions for the good of our planet."
"Hey, all politicians are like that. We believe them because we want our leaders to be good and true…"
"You helped me see sense, Jack. Without you I would have let an innocent and brave man be disgraced."
"But you didn't."
"Only because of you. Just because of you." Jonas admitted. He had never told the Colonel how much of an effect he had had on the young scientist, how much his words had shaken Jonas' universe.
He respected Jack O'Neill for the bravery he had shown time and again. All he wanted was for Jack to feel the same trust and loyalty in him.
Both men took a hefty gulp of beer.
"Loosing Daniel…" Jack faltered a moment over the words, "it was difficult. But I know he's out there, somewhere, watching over us. It should have had no bearing on my actions toward you."
Jonas smiled; he wasn't sure what else to do as they both continued to drink their ale.
The sun was completely gone now and, with it, the heat. But he was here with Jack O'Neill… They were fishing… He grinned.
"What?" Jack asked.
"Nothing." Jonas said quickly. "It's just… my first time… fishing." An involuntary shiver ran down his spine.
Jack looked at him closely. His eyes raked over the younger man as he came to his decision. "More like the first time getting your ass frozen off in Minnesota." Jack hauled himself to his feet and offered Jonas a hand. "Come on; let's grab some beer and something to eat."
Jonas took the strong hand that was offered to him.
There was a flash; faded lights and soft whispers… a tangible air of pleasure, the euphoria of touch and then-
Jonas shook his head to see Jack looking at him with a raised brow. He smiled and tried to ignore the sensation, releasing the Colonels hand. "Is the fishing over then?" He asked, trying to sound normal.
"For now."
"Thank God." Jonas mumbled.
"What?"
"Nothing."
They headed into the cabin, where Jack put the lights on and went to the telephone. He dialed for something called 'pizza and fries' then joined Jonas with another bottle of ale.
Half-way through his first game of chess, the meal arrived. Jonas smiled around his first slice of pizza (with extra meat).
"What?" Jack asked. "First time eating pizza?"
"Yes." Jonas wiped his mouth free of puree. "Sorry. I know how much that annoys you guys. I'll try and stop doing it."
Jack reclined in to his easy-chair. "It's alright. Everything seems so new to you. It's quite… refreshing."
"Refreshing?" Jonas followed suit, leaning into the sofa. "I can handle that. I've been called worse. Sam once called me a chicken shi-"
Jack sprayed his beer over his plate. "What?"
"So, I was right in assuming that's a bad thing?"
"Well, what was the context?"
Shrugging Jonas admitted, "About one of the nurses on base."
"Really." Jack darkened momentarily.
"Yeah, I was trying to get Sam to sound her out for me."
"Well," Jack huffed, "chicken-shit might cover it then."
Jonas frowned. He didn't know what to say to that. He assumed it was something to do with cowardice. And if it was, he supposed, it would be a fair assessment.
"You aren't." Jack said, finishing his pizza. "So don't do that."
Jonas huffed. "And I thought I was the one Nirrti wanted for telepathy."
"I have my moments." Jack said, capping another bottle of bud and angling it at Jonas. Their fingers met again and Jonas got another flash of memory.
Of heat… Breathy sounds of two people calling names and sighing.
Then it was over.
Taking the ale, Jonas looked at the Colonel and wondered how much of this man he understood. Sam had said Jack had warmed up to him. But the only sign of that was when Dr Fraiser said he was being released into the Colonels care to ensure he got some respite.
"Why am I here?" Jonas asked.
Jack frowned and gave a shrug. "Fraiser said that you needed some rest."
"You could have sent me away for a holiday. You didn't have to invite me to your cabin."
"No." Jack said slowly, taking another slice of pizza. "But this way I can keep an eye on you."
"So, you're concerned for me?"
"You just recovered from a brain tumor." Jack said defensively. "And you can't tell me you would be relaxing if you were left alone. You'd be reading those damned books, looking over artifacts and researching… your just like D-" Jack stopped and tried to recover. "…Like a damned scientist."
Fighting down the stab of pain, Jonas finished his beer. He was just like Daniel, that's what Jack was going to say.
"Look," Jack said, knowing he had messed up, "I thought this would be a good chance to get to know each other."
So, they talked and drank and ate pizza with fries until they both felt a little slurred and more than tipsy.
"I was wondering," Jonas said, shifting the conversation away from his family and childhood, "what's going on with you and Sam?"
"Carter?" Jack questioned, handing Jonas another beer. "Nothing. We had this… thing… but it'll never work."
"Why?" Jonas asked, feeling a little disappointed.
"Cause we're air force, through and through. Plus… I was kinda… with someone for a while."
Jonas nodded. "Dr Jackson -"
Jack nearly fell off the chair. "What?"
"God!" Jonas helped the man to his feet and brought him over to the sofa. He made sure the Colonel was settled and eyed him suspiciously. "As I was saying. Dr Jackson said there had been a thing between you and Sam."
At this, Jack calmed a little. "Oh? When were you talking to Daniel about me?"
"On Kelowna. You'd made quite an impression." Jonas explained. "He was telling me about the planet you visited that regressed you all to pre-homosapien standard."
"Right." Jack laughed nervously, taking his beer again. "I suppose Daniel told you everything."
Jonas shrugged, "Everything I asked. About the team, mostly. But I was interested in your... Command style."
"Yeah, sorry about that." Jack reached out and placed an apologetic hand on the Kelownans shoulder.
Jonas was hit with another flash of memory.
There were dim lights and flashes of flesh. The euphoric sense was surrounding him in deep pleasure. And there was a feel of skin and heat…
"Hey… you ok." Jack asked, leaning toward the younger man.
Jonas shook his head. "Just getting flashes of memory… really weird." He took a swig of ale. "I think it's a fading after-effect of the tumor… not sure what the images are. They aren't as clear as they were before."
Jack looked at him for a long while. "You know. When you were having the flashbacks, Doc Fraiser said you didn't want them to stop."
"Toward the end there, I hardly remember what I was seeing." Jonas shrugged and looked Jack straight in the eye. "Just feeling and sensing."
The older man gulped. "And that would have been?"
Jonas looked away. "Ah, nothing. Whispered words I can't make out. Sensations… Skin, the feel of it, I mean…"
"That is weird." Jack admitted. He wet his lips, half-considering mentioning the next thing. "She said you were whispering my name."
It was Jonas turn to choke on his beer. "Really?" He recovered. "I must have been pretty out of it."
Jack nodded slowly. "Yeah." He moved forward and took the bottle from Jonas' hands. "You've not talked about what Nirrti did to you."
"Didn't realize I had to." Jonas said, feeling a little nervous.
"No. But it mustn't have been good. You gave us the briefing, but what else happened?"
Jonas frowned. "I think she wanted to take me as a mate."
"Eeew." Jack scrunched his face up.
"Tell me about it." Jonas shrugged. "I said if she gave me all those powers, the first thing I'd do would be to kill her and rescue you."
"Me?"
"All of you."
"Oh." Jack laughed. "'Course." Checking his watch Jack sighed.
There was another flash of memory,
…sighs and names. Jacks name… moaned in pleasure… his name… Jack groaning his name… Jonas… Jonas…
"Jonas? Hey… hello?" Jack was waving his hand in front of Jonas. "You were mumbling my name… I'm right here."
Jonas shook his head to try and clear it. Mumbling Jacks name? But that was the vision, not what he was saying… wasn't it?
"You keep on zoning out on me like that and I'll take you back to the base myself."
"Sorry," Jonas said, watching Jacks hand come to a rest on his shoulder, feeling his fingers rub soothing circles into his skin. "I just…" He took Jacks hand and was immediately struck with the feeling of static.
This was it! The feeling in the visions. He looked up at the Colonel.
"What?" Jack exhaled.
"You…" Jonas explained, albeit not well, and leaned forward.
Jack didn't move, didn't breathe, just remained statue-still as Jonas pressed his lips on his. He savored the taste of the Colonel, darting a tongue between the mans lips. He heard Jack sigh in response and open a little to his touch.
Jonas knew, this was his vision. It had been Jack all along. But he distinctly remembered being held and touched and kissed back…
Then Jacks arms sealed round the younger man and pulled his body, hard, against his own.
"It was you." Jonas whispered through kisses. "In my visions."
"Your visions?" Jack questioned, kissing Jonas back, measure for measure.
God, this felt so right. To have those arms snaked around him, to have that body pressed against his own. The heat passing between them. "Those feelings… they were you."
"Me?" Jack asked as Jonas moved his hands over Jacks back, pushing up his shirt and rolling over Jacks head.
"The taste of you." Jonas explained, pulling Jack in for another long and deep kiss. He felt the warmth of the other mans mouth and melted into the moan that came from him. He tasted Jack on his tongue and wanted more.
"The feel…" Jonas continued, brushing a hand down the other mans muscled chest, across his abdomen and further still, until he reached what he wanted.
"Jonas." Jack growled and the young man smiled into the next kiss, rubbing at Jack through the fabric. "Have you thought about this?"
Jonas pushed his palm against Jack and grinned when he got a groan as response. "I haven't stopped thinking about it." He pushed all the harder, fumbling for the zipper. "I've always wanted you Jack. Wanted you to want me."
"I want you," Jack breathed, pulling the Kelownan into a kiss and sliding beneath him, "Wanted you before I knew it."
Jonas was heavier than he looked and pinned the Colonel into the cushions. He continued to rub Jack until there was a deep throbbing heat between them. His breath was coming harder now and he smirked. "I never thought that it would be you." He admitted as Jacks hands pulled his t-shirt free. "Not until you touched me..."
The sentence was swallowed as their lips met again. Jacks hands clamped on Jonas' firm backside and pulled him down. "Touch me…"
Their groins met and sent a jolt of pleasure between the two of them as Jonas slowly began thrusting against Jack.
"Jonas." Jack whispered as he pried the Kelownans pants apart and took a hold of him. "Come for me, Jonas." He began pumping rhythmically as Jonas' head lolled back in pleasure.
Swiping his tongue over the other mans throat, he savored the taste and gently took the sensitive skin to his teeth. He was surrounded by Jonas, the young mans body rubbing closely against his own… arching and straining into him as Jack stroked at Jonas all the more. He had so much control over the man above him… and the deep burning began to well inside him, washing over him in waves…
"Jack." Jonas breathed, feeling the deep swell of orgasm crashing down on him. "Jack, I'm gonna…"
Jonas back arched, pushing the stream of warmth into Jacks stomach. Jack couldn't control himself, he released a moment later.
Jonas collapsed on top of the older man, breathless and content. Jacks hand laced its way through the Kelownans hair and he kissed the young man's forehead.
"Well," Jonas sighed as he settled into Jacks arms. "I'm sure that wasn't the recuperation Dr Fraiser had in mind."
"Nope." Jack admitted. "But I'm sure as hell relaxed."
Feeling a smile spread across the lips on his chest, Jack angled his head to get a good look at the man beneath him. "Are you smiling?"
"No." Jonas lied unconvincingly. "It's just…"
"Don't tell me it was your first time. On this occasion I will not believe it."
"No." Jonas looked up at him beneath his lashes. "But it is my first time with an alien air force colonel."
"Oh." Jack said, shifting to push Jonas back onto his knees. "Well, then…"
With a light shove, the younger man landed on his ass at the opposite side of the sofa, his legs spread eagle and a shocked expression on his handsome face.
Jack advanced, one hand pulling Jonas into another kiss and the other pushing down into his pants.
He kissed the anthropologist with a probing tongue, slow and languid, then pulled away, not allowing the Kelonawan to meet him by holding his hair fast in his hand. The young man whimpered at being deprived of the touch and Jack teased him by lazily licking his searching lips. Jonas pursed and sighed, but Jack did not release him until he had found Jonas' heat and massaged it with his free hand.
Jonas was all but sobbing for Jacks touch when he kissed him again and the passion that met him was enough to send Jack panting in response. He released Jonas hair and the Klanowan gripped his tightly and plundered his mouth with the fire of pure lust.
Jack moved his free hand to Jonas' refreshed interest and began pumping once more. Jonas bucked into his touch and cried out, spreading himself over Jacks hands once again.
The young man looked spent as his eyes met Jacks. They were both panting and drenched in sweat. Half naked, as they hadn't managed to remove their pants.
So, Jack was about to offer Jonas a shower and an early night…
But, as Jonas had often demonstrated, he was a quick study. There was a look of excitement in his eye when he toppled the colonel onto his back and began sucking his neck.
Jack pushed up to meet Jonas' lips, but was held down by two strong hands at his shoulders.
Jonas didn't need to go on with the pre-amble, Jack was more than ready when his hand reached down and it only took a few firm strokes and a bite to the earlobe to have Jack bellowing Jonas' name and coming there and then.
Pulling the colonel up into a less-frenzied kiss, Jonas leaned into him as they lay down together once more.
"So…" Jack began, mainly to break the seductive rhythm of their breathing. "All of that was in your vision?"
Jonas sighed. "Yep."
"I can see why you didn't want them to stop." His arms tightened around Jonas as the young man convulsed into laughter.
"Yeah." He grinned. "It's also my first time for being seduced by pre-determinism theory."
Jack stroked the young mans forehead. "Isn't that a line from Red Dwarf?"
Jonas twisted slightly to see the Earther. "What does a small red sun have to do with my visions?"
"Nothing." Jack said, planting a small kiss on Jonas temple.
"What do we do now?"
Jack sighed. "Shower. Go to bed. See what tomorrow brings."
"Separate beds?"
"Don't be a jerk."
"Separate showers?" Jonas wiggled his eyebrows.
Jack swatted Jonas on the arm. "Don't push your luck. I'm not as young as I used to be."
"You look fine from where I'm lying." Jonas studied Jack, slowly dragging his eyes from the silver touched chest up to the mans deep brown eyes. "Sweet." He said with a smirk and winked.
Jack held Jonas tighter, feeling his insides squirming with the refreshed flame of need. "We'll see Jonas." He squeezed the young man.
"And what do we do after tonight?" Jonas looked a little less confident in this question.
Jack looked at the man in his arms and made a decision there and then, "This wasn't a one night deal for me, Jonas. We'll work something out. At the base, I mean. But on our down time, you can be released to me." He grimaced as he said what needed to be said. "You know we can't tell anyone at the SGC."
"Ok." Jonas smirked. "Or, you could always tell General Hammond you were under an alien influence." He twisted to see Jack clearly. "Or just under an alien."
Jack shook his head and kissed the grinning man.
With a push, Jack stood Jonas up and took the buckle of his pants, leading him out the room. "'Till then, we've got another six days to relax you."
"I can't wait." Jonas said, pointing upstairs. "Best get me to bed."