'Some Other Eden', Jack/other, NC-17

[sid]

And now for something completely different...

This was written for delphia2000as a Secret Santa gift, and she's given me permission to post it.

This is an AU version of the episode Paradise Lost.  Yup.  Jack/Maybourne.  And, er, the arugula-like plant doesn't make them paranoid...

SOME OTHER EDEN
an AU version of Paradise Lost

(and how)

 

 

Jack folded his clothes neatly on the shore and waded into the water. He’d give a lot for a bar of soap, but a couple of swims per day were keeping the odor away. A fish brushed against his leg.  Fish and arugula was a diet that wore thin pretty quickly, and, if anything, Jack hated the taste of arugula more than Maybourne did. But he had finally had to break down and start eating it. Healthy stuff, though. He felt full of energy. Restless.

 

Maybourne, on the other hand, was positively twitchy. He’d hang around Jack to the point of being annoying and then suddenly disappear for hours at a time. And it was getting worse. Not that Jack didn’t appreciate the alone time, after nearly a week trapped with Maybourne. This was nice, for instance. Just floating in the luke-cool water, eyes closed against the sun. Still, Maybourne wasn’t so bad. Better than being stranded alone, anyhow.

 

He couldn’t even blame Maybourne for the fact that he was here. Harry’d planned to come here alone. Jack frowned and rolled over in the water, lifting his head and shaking it. Unpleasant thought, that. Harry here all alone. He wasn’t quite sure why it bothered him so much. Probably just that he wouldn’t wish that on his worst enemy. And Maybourne was far from being that. These days, anyway.

 

He turned towards the shore and saw Harry standing there, watching him. “The water’s fine,” he called. Maybourne didn’t move. “Something wrong?” Jack paddled closer in.

 

“I already had a bath,” Maybourne answered, sounding tense.

 

“Suit yourself,” Jack muttered, rolling onto his back and stroking parallel to the shore. Yeah, twitchy. What was up with that? Company would’ve been nice, too. He envisioned the two of them splashing water on each other and grinned.

 

When his mental image switched to the two of them wrestling in the water, trying to dunk each other, his grin grew wider. But it suddenly disappeared when the imagined physical sensation of his limbs sliding against Maybourne’s cool limbs led to a hitch in his breathing and the first whisper of arousal in his groin.

 

Jack faltered, missed his stroke, went under. He came up spluttering, eyes wide and searching the shore. No Maybourne. Okay, what the hell had that been about? Was about. His arousal was growing, and his cock was beginning to fill. Yeah, okay, nothing to worry about. The little colonel needed some attention. Perfectly normal. Sounded pretty good, in fact.

 

Jack’s grin was back as he headed for the shore. A little privacy, a nice jerk-off session. Yeah.

 

~~

 

Except it didn’t work out quite the way he’d planned. He found a quiet, shady spot and a smooth rock to lean against, and he took matters in hand, as it were, and things were going nicely. The sounds of his breathless panting filled his ears, and his eyelids squeezed shut as his hand pumped faster.

 

Man, he’d needed this, needed this more than he’d known. And he’d just discovered a way to while away many a leisurely hour, yes he had. Why hadn’t he thought of this before? He braced his feet on the ground and his back against the rock and canted his hips into the air, working his cock, wringing it, pulling his orgasm up out of his balls. Fuck, yeah!

 

And then something, some sixth sense, made him open his eyes. And there was Maybourne, not ten feet away, hunched over as if he were in pain. Watching. Jack froze. Maybourne licked his lips.

 

Jack came. Hard.

 

~~

 

Jack pulled the sticks that held the fish off the fire and prodded it, testing for doneness. He’d only managed to catch one fish, so if Maybourne didn’t show up, that just meant more for him. Not that he was feeling particularly hungry. Too much weirdness earlier.

 

He put the fish back to cook another minute. Maybourne had been gone by the time Jack crashed back to earth, okay, not earth, whatever. He probably wasn’t going to show up. So he’d eat alone. No big deal.

 

But then he heard footsteps and his head jerked up. Maybourne appeared in the firelight. “I picked some arugula,” he said in a casual tone that wouldn’t fool anyone.

 

“Yay,” Jack quipped. The corners of Harry’s mouth curved, but he still hadn’t looked Jack in the eye. “Fish is ready.”

 

“I’m starving,” Harry sighed.

 

“So, sit down and eat.”

 

They ate in silence, but somehow it felt companionable. Jack thought again of what it would have been like for Harry if he had been trapped here alone, and felt a rush of warmth towards the other man.

 

~~

 

They bunked down just close enough together that Jack could hear Maybourne tossing and turning in the distance. When he heard him rise and walk into the woods, Jack rolled over and gripped his erect cock, beating it frantically. Was Maybourne doing the same thing? He’d seen Jack; Jack wondered what it would be like to watch Harry.

 

Would he open his pants, or take them down, or even off? Which hand? And what would he do with the other hand? What noises would…

 

Jack bit down on his wrist as he came.

 

~~

 

He got his answers in the dim light of dawn. Harry was on his knees, a few feet away. His pants were undone and his cock was being fisted through his right hand, while his left hand buried itself inside his pants, playing with his balls. Jack couldn’t make out his eyes, but he knew they were fixed on him. He watched, breathing shallowly, feeling his heart thud in his chest.

 

Harry’s head fell back and strangled sounds escaped his throat. His semen shot through the air, streaming to the ground. Jack could almost taste it, and how strange was that? He gently rubbed his hardening prick with the heel of his hand as Harry shot again. Maybe no stranger than the rest of this.

 

Harry tucked himself away inside his trousers and fastened them up. He turned his head away. “I’m going for a swim.” He seemed to be waiting for something.

 

“Sounds good,” Jack managed to say. Harry stood and began to walk away. Jack pushed himself to his feet and followed, eyes on the other man’s ass.

 

~~

 

Harry stopped when he was waist deep in the water and turned to face the shore. Jack dropped the last of his clothing next to Harry’s and walked towards him. When he got very close, a hand reached out and grasped his erection firmly. Jack spraddled his legs and put a hand on the other man’s shoulder for balance. The rising sun showed him Harry’s intent face as he worked, but the water was too dark to see even the hint of movement.

 

They’d have to do this when the sun was higher in the sky, he thought. Next time.

 

Later.

 

~~

 

I’m too old for this, Jack thought, later but not much later. The sun was still just above the horizon and he was hard again. Maybe Harry was just that good. He felt the tongue swirling around his prick and the hand squeezing carefully at his balls, and heard the moans that came from the throat that was engulfing him, and stopped worrying about it. Harry was good; leave it at that.

 

~~

 

Jack didn’t catch any fish that day, but who needed food? A few handfuls of arugula didn’t take much time away from more important matters, like how good Harry felt squirming underneath him. And the taste that he wanted in his mouth didn’t swim in a lake.

 

They finally slept, exhausted. Jack awoke in the night with a burning thirst and left Harry in camp while he staggered to the lake and drank his fill. Sated, he stretched out on his back and gazed up at the stars. And that was how Harry found him, and Jack grew hard at the sight of him, and Harry laid down on top of him and ground his hips into Jack, and they were off to the races again.

 

And again.

 

The sun was high in the sky before they next awoke.

 

~~

 

It was two days later that Harry handed Jack a tube of hand lotion from his backpack. Jack’s fingers made Harry twist and pant, and when Jack’s cock pushed its way inside, Jack knew he must be dreaming, because nothing could possibly feel this good. It was all so unreal.

 

And afterwards, when Harry pulled Jack to him and sighed against his mouth, Jack shivered. Maybourne felt solid and real in his arms, and the tongue in his mouth was no illusion, but he shouldn’t like it this much. Should he?

 

Harry broke off the kiss. “I want you inside me again,” he whispered, eyes gleaming. And Jack wanted that, too, more than he could ever remember wanting something before, and his desire seemed to give birth to a new erection. Too soon, a voice in the back of his head insisted, but Jack wasn’t listening.

 

This time Jack was rough, and Harry cried out and clutched at Jack’s shoulders, digging in his nails. And the pain and the cries spurred Jack on. Harry came first, sobbing. Jack’s orgasm was almost agony; his balls were sore and throbbing. He laid on top of Harry, wrapped tightly in his arms, floating on a wave of endorphins.

 

A voice in his ear told him, “I love you.”

 

~~

 

Finally, days later, bruised and battered and wrung nearly dry, they agreed that they had to take a day off from each other. Jack felt tears in his eyes as he said the words, and Harry’s unhappiness was equally obvious to see, but he made a joke about dicks falling off that made Jack laugh, and they parted with the semblance of smiles.

 

Harry took Jack’s sidearm and went off into the woods to explore, and, hopefully, hunt down one of the giant wild pigs that roamed there. Jack spent some time fishing, and thinking about Harry, and swimming, and thinking about Harry. Then, for the first time in many days, he thought about rescue. And that, for some reason, made him wonder about the Utopians, who had had no one to rescue them. From…what?

 

What had happened here? Why did their dream die?

 

Jack investigated. Skeleton after skeleton, with no signs of violence. But unburied, like they had all fallen at once, or close to it. A plague? With the living too weak to bury the dead? And then he found the symbiote.

 

~~

 

Jack was sitting by the fire when Harry returned just after nightfall. He’d intended to stay in control of himself, to tell Harry what he’d found, and what he thought it meant. But the sight of Harry’s smiling face, the smell of his body after a day spent hiking, the sound of his voice saying his name…Jack was lost.

 

They wound up on the ground near the fire, entwined in a sixty-nine. The taste of Harry on his tongue drove Jack almost wild and the feeling of Harry’s mouth on his prick finished the job. They both came quickly; too quickly. After a day spent apart, they both needed more. Jack tried to pull away, but Harry held him tightly and used his teeth to warn him not to try that again.

 

So they stayed that way, coaxing each other back to life with licks and suction and gentle scraping motions. Harry’s hands parted Jack’s asscheeks, and a saliva-slick finger pushed its way into him. Jack’s wild reaction when the exploring digit located his prostate caused his mouth to slide off of Harry’s erection just as the other man erupted, coating Jack’s contorted face with his come.

 

Harry continued to suck, almost lazily, as he came down from his orgasm. Jack’s hips moved in response to the probing finger behind him. White sparks appeared behind his tightly closed eyelids as his prostate was stroked firmly. It was only a couple of minutes before Jack emptied his balls into Harry’s warm mouth.

 

Jack’s head swam. Morning. In the morning would be soon enough. Not tonight. Not with Harry still gently licking at his spent cock.

 

He’d tell him in the morning, but tonight was still theirs.

 

~~

 

Jack woke with Harry spooned up behind him. He laid quietly for a few moments, enjoying the warmth and listening to Harry’s gentle snores. Morning had come, and he had to tell Harry the truth. He wondered what would change as a result. He didn’t think he’d be waking up in Harry’s arms again. His resolve wavered.

 

No. It wasn’t fair. Harry deserved to know the truth, and they’d take it from there.

 

The man behind him stirred, the arms around Jack tightened. “Morning, lover.”

 

Jack could have wept.

 

~~

 

“Harry, it was a Goa'uld. It couldn't bring a weapon through that door so it brought a plant. It's some kind of drug or something. Maybe it was an experiment; maybe it was supposed to get the people to serve him, I don't know, but it backfired. These people, they all fucked each other to death because of that plant. Hell, we’ve barely eaten or slept in days! You must realize that!”

 

“So, what are you saying, Jack? None of this is real?” Harry’s face was white.

 

“You're under the influence of an aphrodisiac, it's messing with your head.” Jack gentled his tone.  “You’re not in love with me.”

 

Harry looked Jack in the eye, misery written all over him. “Fine.” He walked away, leaving Jack staring after him.

 

~~

 

Jack didn’t see Harry for two long days. He spent a lot of time in the company of his right hand, and avoided the arugula as though it were poison. He could feel his mind clearing, without Harry’s presence there to cloud it with desire.  He ached, but he understood why, and that made it almost bearable. But not really.

 

When Harry came back, the first thing he did was punch Jack in the jaw. “Ow!” Jack complained from his position on the ground.

 

“Don’t try to tell me what I think,” Harry said icily. Jack’s lips parted wordlessly. “I’m going to move. I found a spot about a mile away. I think it would be better…”

 

“No!” Jack shouted.

 

Harry’s throat worked. “Why not?” he said hoarsely.

 

“Because,” Jack began. Just then a Tok’ra ship flew overhead. “We’re about to be rescued.”

 

“Oh, that’s nice.” Harry’s expression said that it was anything but.

 

“Isn’t it?” Jack wasn’t too sure how he felt, himself.

 

“I can't go back. I'd rather die alone here than spend the rest of my life in jail.” The misery in Harry’s voice touched Jack.

“Yeah, um, I've been giving that some thought. I think you've suffered enough. Hell, I even got to fuck you.” Jack smiled coaxingly.

There was a pause. “Lots.” Harry looked dreamily reminiscent.

“Yes. Well.” Jack bit his lip. “I think the Tok'ra should be able to find a nice planet for you.”

 

Harry looked up sharply “And you’ll come to see me?”

Stunned, uncertain, Jack shrugged. “Who can say?”

“I can. You’ll come.” Harry was smiling confidently.

Jack grinned slowly. “Predicting the future now, are we, Harry?”

 

Maybourne chuckled. “Good one, Jack.”

 

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

from Sid

Comments

[delphia2000.livejournal.com]

*falls down laughing again* Still love that line! Anyone not brave enough to read just deserves not to get the best laugh in the ficuniverse. You rock, babe!

[sid]

That was the AU version of "I even got to shoot you", right? :-D

I wish I had a way of telling if anybody is reading but not commenting. You know. Too stunned? LOL

[jokan.livejournal.com]

Not stunned at all. Harry's had a hard-on for Jack for years. This must have been a dream come true for him.

Jack, on the other hand, ...

Enjoyed the story.

[sid]

*kisses you on both cheeks and pins a medal on you*

Yes, Jack on the other hand...

Well, Daniel's all glowy and stuff...

I think he'll carry around a fond memory or two from all this. ;-)

[delphia2000.livejournal.com]

Yep, the 'I got to fuck you' line. Well, the last comment about predicting the future is a hoot too, but not as falling down funny as the fuck you line. :o)

And yeah, Jack would never get off if the the argula hadn't been messing with his head. I mean just because I'd do Harry doesn't make the rest of the world so perverted. hee!

[sid]

Whew! I wasn't sure you realized that.

;-)

[janedavitt.livejournal.com]

This is one of my favourite episodes and I love how you handled this and the dreamy, surreal way they were acting.

[sid]

Well, thank you very much! I watched the episode of course, right before writing this, and what they accomplished with camera tricks I tried to duplicate with words.

I always enjoy Jack/Harry fics, but I never expected to find myself writing one! I could never have done it without the arugula...

[inthe-parlance.livejournal.com]

I liked the story, even though I've only seen a few eps of SG1. I had to google to find a pic of Tom McBeath, so I could see the story better in my head. I'm kind of sorry I did! He's no Daniel.

[sid]

LOL. That's an understatement! But Jack and Harry develop a nice rapport over the years. They're a lot of fun to watch.

Glad you liked the story! :-)

[starting-gate.livejournal.com]

I love Maybourne, and Paradise Lost, and Jack getting some. So, unsurprisingly, this worked for me. Plus, Jack now realizes something about himself that will be useful, when Daniel gets back. :)

Well done!

[sid]

Way to put a spin on it! Two thumbs up!
:-D

I like Maybourne, too. Sadly, I don't imagine he'll be in either of the DVD movies. *sighs*

[starting-gate.livejournal.com]

I'm finding that a lot of spinning is required lately. At least this is slash. ;)

I don't think we'll see Maybourne again either, especially with Jack gone. Long live fanfic!

[sid]

RDA is apparently definitely in the 2nd movie!

[starting-gate.livejournal.com]

No shit! I was just reading that. YAY!

[sid]

Woohoo yet! :-D

[msbeata.livejournal.com]

LOL They fucked themselves to death.

Good one. I like a little J/H from time to time.

[sid]

Glad you liked it. Why can't more people accept the J/H? It's fun! :-)

[whimsicalwhims.livejournal.com]

Ha! I don't believe I've ever read this pairing before, but this was hilarious. And hot.

[sid]

I'm glad you enjoyed it! Certainly not my usual pairing, but I like Harry, so it wasn't TOO hard to write. ;-)

[captainlogic.livejournal.com]

Um huh. I think I may have skipped this story once before due to the whole J/H but I return and read and me likey me likey. Still dont think its gonna be a favoured pariring but you did it so well!

[sid]

It's never going to be a favored pairing for me, either, but it was fun to write it for my friend. :-)

Thanks!

[dragojustine.livejournal.com]

Thanks for pimping this! It was really kind of absolutely awesome (so many qualifiers! I don't expect to like Jack/Harry. But I did!)

I'm amazed at how well this episode works with only a little twist, and the way you got Jack's cloudy thinking across with your writing.

[sid]

Glad this variation worked for you! I did my best to get across the surreal atmosphere that the episode achieved by utilizing groovy camera tricks.

Sorry there was no abiding hatred for ya. ;-)