Jack's Immortal 1
A Chance Encounter
by Admiral Q O
The Highlander and Stargate characters are all borrowed; they aren’t mine. No copyright infringement is intended. This is for entertainment only.
Colorado was probably one of the most beautiful of the fifty United States with the Rocky Mountains and all the forests, the crisp, cool air. As Methos stared out from the veranda of his hotel suite, he wondered why he hadn’t spent more of his time here over the years. Of course, with the entire globe to choose from, he could vacation in many more exciting places and had done so numerous times. Monte Carlo, Paris, Venice, New York, Las Vegas, Hong Kong, Cairo, to name a few, were all locations that he knew well. He’d watched them grow, especially New York and Paris where he kept apartments and dropped in on a couple of close friends from time to time.
This vacation, though, wasn’t typical for Methos. For this one, he’d agreed to join one of his dearest friends, Joe, on his holiday, and so Joe had chosen the location. He was one of the handful of mortals that Methos had ever been able to trust with his two most guarded secrets, his immortality and his true identity. He hadn’t even told the whole truth to all 68 of his late wives, may their souls rest in peace.
Joe had found out by a quirk of fate that Methos was not only an immortal, but the ‘oldest living immortal’, and had kept his mouth shut, even when threatened with death. That was true friendship and impressive as hell coming from a mortal. Consequently, Methos rarely denied him any request that was within his abilities to fulfill.
“Adam, are you gonna stand out there all night or are you gonna help me with this damn thing?” Joe called out to him.
“Coming, master,” Methos jokingly replied. He’d wondered how long it would be before he heard the cry for help. Joe was pathetic at tying bowties, but he preferred them to regular ties and refused to wear a clip-on. “Are you planning on calling me Adam at this little get together tonight?” he asked as he took hold of Joe’s tie.
“Would you rather I call you Methos?” Joe laughed.
“No, of course not,” he replied and finished with making the bow. “There,” he said waving toward the mirror. “I was just thinking it might be nice to be Doctor Pierson for a change of pace. I haven’t used my title in years.”
“Don’t you mean decades?” Joe teased and fussed slightly with the tie before putting on his jacket. “Besides, you can’t be a doctor; I’ve already mentioned to George that you’re one of my colleagues.”
“So, I won’t be a medical doctor. I have a doctorate in ancient history as well. Remember?”
“Yeah, but I still say you cheated on that one. You were around to witness most of ancient history first-hand,” Joe jabbed.
“I went through all the required courses and years of writing tedious papers to earn that doctorate,” Methos protested. “And it wasn’t all based on memory, I’ll have you know. I have difficulty remembering my early years as an immortal…that’s why I pursued the subject…help fill in the blanks.”
“That’s a new one,” Joe chuckled. “Taking Ancient History to ‘find yourself’.”
“I suppose it is,” Methos smirked and turned back toward the veranda. “Why don’t you start heading down while I secure the room?”
“Okay,” Joe agreed and made his way out into the hall, still quietly laughing.
~ ~ ~
Jack abhorred donning his dress blues. He enjoyed seeing Carter in hers, but he hated the fact that he had to have his on in order to be able to do so. That’s how this whole entrapment had occurred – he’d wanted to see her in that cute little blue skirt that hugged her hips so perfectly that every man in the room rose to attention. They’d been at one of the local taverns, giving Teal’c a chance to get off base for the evening when the subject of BDUs versus dress blues had come up. As the discussion had progressed, Carter had told Jack that she would wear hers for him if he did her a tiny favor, one that wouldn’t take more than an hour of his time. He should have qualified things better before agreeing, but he’d been on a beer buzz at the time and she’d taken advantage of him.
The favor it turned out was being her escort to this Alumni function at the Academy and the one hour was now going on two. Jack rarely went to these things. All these officers, milling around, telling stories about their families made Jack uncomfortable. He no longer had a family to talk about and being here ran the risk of someone recognizing him and asking about the one he’d had. His ex-wife, Sarah, was easy to explain; he simply said that he was divorced. The problem was his late son, Charlie.
If and when Charlie came up, the conversation was suddenly awkward. Jack would say he’d died and that it had been an accident then, all too often, the person would press for more details, and Jack would say it had been in the house, refusing to elaborate. Just how many times was Jack supposed to announce that his son had blown his brains out with Jack’s own gun? Fortunately, it rarely got that far as Jack’s obvious discomfort with the subject nearly always ended the conversation with the other person walking away a bit uneasy as well.
So far this evening, Jack had been lucky. He’d chosen a strategic position where he could scan the entire room and had been hugging the wall, avoiding the gaze of anyone he knew by sipping punch and turning away momentarily until the person had passed. He felt a bit juvenile doing so, but it was his self-defense instinct kicking in again, and he’d learned a long time ago to listen to it. That’s how he’d survived his many years in special and black ops.
As Jack began his new survey of the room, he wondered how many of those in attendance had been in special ops. That would be his focus this time as he made his methodical search. It would be like a game: ‘Where in the Room is the Special-Ops Guy?’ Damn, but he needed to find Carter. She’d disappeared with some red-haired, freckled captain nearly twenty minutes prior. Jack didn’t want to know what they were doing, but he suspected that ‘Freckles’ might be offering to give Carter a ride home. If that were the case, it would be nice to let Jack know, so he could say good-bye and get himself the hell out of there.
He stretched his neck and took another sip of punch as he mentally cataloged all the faces in the room, most of which he’d already categorized on his previous sweeps, until he came upon a new one. There were two new faces; latecomers to the little soiree, so Jack paused there for a more thorough examination.
The first man was a little older, or maybe he just seemed that way with all the gray hair on top of his head and in his beard. He walked with a cane and as Jack watched him, he quickly deduced the reason, having seen other people with the same condition. The man had lost his legs and wore prosthetics. Jack briefly wondered how it had happened, but didn’t dwell on it. He was more interested in trying to figure out why two men dressed in suits were attending an Air Force Alumni party. Within a couple of minutes, the answer was clear as Hammond joined them. Apparently, he’d invited them since he obviously knew the man with the cane very well given their beaming smiles and warm hug of greeting.
Jack then turned his focus to the man’s escort, a clean-shaven, sharply dressed, gorgeous hunk. Even though Jack’s taste was mainly for women, on occasion a man would come along who was worthy of his attention. This stud was definitely one of those.
“This night may not turn out to be so bad after all,” Jack muttered under his breath then he froze as ‘Studdly’s’ hazel eyes locked with his. There were stories behind those eyes, just as behind Jack’s. Perhaps, he’d found his ‘special-ops’ guy.
“Colonel O’Neill,” Hammond called out, waving him over.
Jack nonchalantly strolled across the room, shifting his focus to Hammond, but he could feel that Studdly’s eyes were following him like a hawk. He’d definitely gotten the man’s attention…maybe his interest as well?
“General,” Jack nodded as he stopped next to the small group.
“Colonel, I’d like you to meet an old, dear friend of mine, Joe Dawson,” Hammond made the introduction.
“Call me, Joe,” he said, shaking his hand.
“Joe,” Jack replied with a courteous smile.
“This is my friend and colleague, Doctor Adam Pierson,” Joe indicated with a wave of his hand to Methos.
“Doctor,” Jack cordially addressed him and took hold of his hand for a good, firm shake, and felt a shiver run down his spine. With so much spark-age from just a handshake, Jack absolutely had to get this guy into his bed.
“Colonel,” Methos responded, shaking his hand in kind, and gazed briefly into his deep brown eyes. There was something about him, but Methos couldn’t pinpoint what it was. He wasn’t an immortal, so that’s not what he was sensing, but whatever it was had hit Methos from clear across the room, and was more intense now that they were touching. What would happen if they really touched each other? Methos resolved to find out.
“So, Joe, you’re good friends with the General?” Jack prompted, starting up a bit of conversation.
“Yeah…we dated the same girl for a while…lucky dog, he married her,” Joe joked.
“Ah,” Jack grinned and took a sip of his punch uncertain of how best to proceed. He was Hammond’s 2IC and knew him pretty well, but his wife had died before he and Jack had even met, so he’d never had the chance to meet her.
“Should we get you something to drink?” Hammond suggested, looking at his guests.
“Sure,” Joe happily replied and walked off at his side.
“Find us a place for two along the wall, would you, Colonel?” Methos whispered to Jack and fell into step behind Joe without waiting for a response.
Yep, he’d gotten his interest. Excellent. Jack watched after them until they disappeared into the crowd surrounding the refreshments then he casually searched the perimeter for an appropriate spot to camp out. There was an opening near one of the side doors where he could still keep watch for Carter. It was perfect.
“So, Joe, you want a tour of the place?” Hammond offered.
“Sure, that’d be great,” Joe agreed and glanced at Methos. “You comin’ along?”
“No, you two go ahead. I think I’ll just mingle a bit,” Methos answered, taking the cup Hammond had poured for him.
“You’re sure, Doctor?” Hammond pressed.
“Yes, thank you,” Methos smiled.
“Don’t worry about him, George. He can take care of himself. I want you to give me the grand tour,” Joe winked to Methos. He’d heard Methos’ tiny sigh as the Colonel had approached them and knew full well what the old man was up to. He’d do him a favor and keep George away as long as possible so Methos could pursue his target. Joe just hoped that Methos’ prey would be able to handle being caught.
Methos smiled courteously at the two old friends as they wandered off then he scanned the room; quickly finding Jack in his new location – nice, out of the way, clear view of the crowd and all the doors. Outstanding, his target was a field man, not some paper-pushing geek. Of course, if he’d given that impression, Methos wouldn’t have been interested to begin with, and certainly wouldn’t have felt that spark between them. Damn, he didn’t even know the guy’s first name yet; time to remedy that.
Jack continued his nonchalant surveillance, nursing his now empty cup as if there were actually something in it. He’d gotten tired of the punch, but the cup wasn’t see-through, so he decided to keep it as a prop, just in case. As he saw his mystery man approaching he gave him a quick once over yet again and barely held back an audible sigh. Rarely did anyone, male or female, garner such a gut reaction. There was chemistry between them; that was beyond dispute.
“Nice spot, Colonel, or may I address you by your first name?” Methos asked as he approached.
“Jack is fine,” he smiled, turning on his charm.
“Jack,” Methos nodded in response and took up position next to him as he admired his splendid physique and the way he carried himself with such authority. Jack was a shade taller than he, with dreamy honey brown hair, and had an utterly delightful smile that sent a shiver all the way down to Methos’ toes.
“Abandoned your date?” Jack whispered. He might as well get things out in the open sooner rather than later.
“Joe’s not a date, but I’m hoping to leave with one,” Methos whispered back. This was refreshing for a change, not having to paint a picture for his intended man of the evening. “How about you? Did you come to this alone?” he inquired and sniffed at his cup.
“No date…escorted a colleague…long story,” Jack replied and gazed at Methos with a curious look. “Is something wrong with your punch?”
“Plain punch, how quaint,” Methos complained. “Good thing I brought my flask.”
“Were you a boy scout growing up?” Jack grinned.
“No, but I believe in being prepared,” Methos grinned in return. “You want me to fix your cup, too?” he offered as he moved to between Jack and the wall.
“No, thanks. I’m driving,” Jack replied over his shoulder.
“Ah…perhaps I can buy you a beer later?”
“What if I don’t like beer?”
“You do,” Methos stated in full confidence and returned to Jack’s side with his flask once again resting comfortably inside his jacket.
“How can you tell?” Jack had to ask. This conversation was even more interesting than anticipated.
“One beer man knows another when he sees one,” Methos answered with a brief wink then put on his best poker face. “Captain at nine-o’clock,” he warned and stepped back a bit.
Jack glanced to his left and saw Carter headed their way with a Cheshire-cat grin on her face and Captain ‘Freckles’ on her heels like a well-trained puppy. Even before they got close, Jack could see the lipstick on his collar. Sweet…within moments he’d be free to leave whenever and with whomever he desired.
“Captain Carter,” Jack casually greeted her. “Allow me to introduce Doctor Adam Pierson. He’s a guest of General Hammond’s.”
“A pleasure to meet you,” Carter replied and held out her hand in greeting and blushed slightly when Methos raised it for a chaste peck.
“The pleasure is mine, I’m sure,” he flirted and received a nasty glare from Captain ‘Freckles’, causing Jack to cough to keep from laughing.
“Excuse me…dusty in here,” Jack pardoned himself. “Uh…Carter’s a doctor, too.”
“Really,” Methos mused. “What field?”
“Theoretical astrophysics, you?”
“Ancient history, specializing in Greece and Egypt.”
An historian? Now, Jack knew the guy must be special ops or something. There was no way that body was wasted on scouring ancient texts.
“Egypt?” Sam asked with a gleam in her eye. “What a small world…we have a friend who’s an expert on Ancient Egypt.”
“You do?” Methos courteously replied.
“Yes,” Jack confirmed and waved toward Freckles. “Your new friend looks anxious, Carter. Shouldn’t keep him waiting,” he hinted. He didn’t have time to waste talking about Daniel. Hammond wouldn’t be away all night.
“Uh…yes, sir,” Carter stumbled. “You wouldn’t mind if I…”
“Go right ahead.”
“Thanks for understanding, sir,” she smiled. “It was nice to meet you, Doctor,” she nodded to Methos then she drifted back to her ‘catch-of-the-evening’.
“Very nice looking captains they have nowadays,” Methos commented. “She was the colleague you escorted?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re letting her leave with Howdy Doody?” Methos asked incredulously.
“She’s under my command; regulations,” Jack stated and ‘sipped’ from his cup.
“Your cup is empty; don’t bother to pretend for my sake.”
“Right,” Jack sighed.
“This friend of yours that the Captain mentioned, maybe I know him,” Methos prodded.
“Well, he’s more of a colleague than a friend, and he’s been out of Academia for a while,” Jack drifted off and fell silent as a small group of officers passed closely by.
“Classified?” Methos guessed once they were relatively alone again.
“For the most part.”
“Then I never asked.”
“Thanks,” Jack grinned with a tiny sigh of relief. Whatever his new acquaintance really did for a living, he obviously wasn’t a reporter.
“So, you and the Captain are a no-go because of the regulations,” Methos mused. Maybe he wouldn’t break them for her, but Methos wasn’t going to back down from the challenge and turned on his boyish charm. “Too bad…guess I won’t be leaving with a date after all,” he pouted, sounding disappointed and took a healthy swallow of his brandied punch.
“Carter is a very by-the-book type,” Jack hedged. He was going to lose him if he wasn’t careful. “Now, me, personally, I don’t mind tossing them aside on occasion…discretely, of course.”
“Ah,” Methos nodded. So that was his criteria. “I can do discrete…wouldn’t be the first time,” he hinted. And it wouldn’t either. Of course, the last time he’d laid a man in uniform was during World War II, but he was hardly about to bring up that minor detail.
“So, which part of the Isles are you from?”
“Isles?”
“England, Britain, UK, whatever you call it.”
“Oh,” Methos chuckled. “Wales. Where are you from originally?”
“Born in Chicago; raised in Minnesota.”
“Nice country.”
“Yeah, great for fishing,” Jack beamed and launched into his standard repertoire of stories about his grandfather and the lake in northern Minnesota where the fish were bigger every time he told anyone about them.
Methos listened attentively with a cordial smile on his face, offering an occasional comment to keep himself in the conversation, while allowing Jack complete control of its direction. Once Jack got past fishing, he shifted to hockey, which Methos knew very little about, sports weren’t his thing, but a gentle encouragement mixed with a bit of batting his eyelashes was sufficient to prompt Jack into giving him ‘O’Neill’s Hockey 101’ as he called it.
As the conversation continued, they became more comfortable with each other and after a while they were genuinely relaxed. Methos was particularly glad that Jack was taking him for being about the same age. He could tell due to the references Jack made to certain bits of pop culture. The topic wasn’t Methos’ strong point, he was more into classical references, but he knew enough to recognize a name here and there. All in all, things were progressing nicely; speaking with Jack was rather fun.
Jack was also enjoying their conversation while asking all his ‘formulated’ questions, weaving them in between the stories he told, prodding for anything that might set off his internal alarm. Fortunately, nothing did. He deduced that his newfound friend was former military, and observed that he was very cautious with his answers, but he didn’t appear to be concealing any more than Jack was himself. The bottom line was that Jack felt he could be trusted. With that established, it was time to press forward before Joe and Hammond returned.
“Wow…look at the time,” Jack said, glancing at his watch. “Glad I set the tape; wouldn’t want to miss Homer,” he joked.
“Homer?”
“Yeah…Homer Simpson.”
“Is he a musician?” Methos guessed. The look on his face showed that he was totally clueless.
“No…a character on a TV show…you know…” Jack nudged.
“I don’t watch much TV, I’m afraid.”
“Neither do I, but I never miss The Simpsons.”
“Oh…is it a drama?”
“You’ve never seen The Simpsons?” Jack gaped, feigning shock.
“No…can’t say that I have.”
“Ah…well…we’ll have to broaden your horizons. I have all the episodes on tape.”
“Is that an invitation?”
“If you still want to buy me that beer,” Jack grinned then his expression instantly shifted to his best poker face. “They’re back,” he said as he spotted Joe and Hammond just outside the doorway. “Do you have a car?”
“It’s a rental. Joe’s got the keys,” Methos said. “Do I need to get them? Have him take a cab?”
“No. You’d better mingle a bit,” Jack instructed and took another ‘sip’ of his cup for appearances.
“For how long?” Methos asked, stifling the urge to grin. He knew an order when he heard one. This was Jack’s turf; Methos could respect that. Besides, he found Jack taking charge, as he was to be positively charming.
“I’m driving a white truck…I’ll be out front in thirty minutes,” Jack stated and walked away without waiting for a response.
Once Jack was out of earshot, Methos let out a tiny laugh and finished off his drink then he strolled off in the opposite direction, taking a circuitous route to join up with Joe.
~ ~ ~
Jack pulled into his driveway, scanning the area, mindful of his neighbors. As expected, no one seemed to be peering out in his direction, so he turned off the engine and swung his door open.
“Here we are,” Jack announced and took the bag holding the beer out with him and waited while Methos retrieved his trench coat from the rear of the cab before securing the truck. “You really do believe in being prepared,” he teased. “I haven’t heard a peep about rain in the forecast.”
“Well, if I bring it along and don’t need it, all the better,” Methos grinned. The real reason he had the coat with him was that his sword was concealed within it. Being an immortal, Methos had to have it nearby at all times, just in case another of his kind challenged him. He rarely fought, in fact, with very few exceptions, he avoided even interacting with other immortals, but he would be a fool to not have his means of defense with him. He’d had decades of practice carrying the coat so as not to let on that the sword was there, and while Jack may have suspected something, it didn’t seem to bother him, and that was fine with Methos.
Jack ushered his guest into the house and locked the door then he led him into the kitchen, noting how he carefully laid his coat on the dining room table as they passed by, but remained silent. He was certain that whatever was hidden there wasn’t meant to harm him. After they’d left the Academy, both in the truck and at the store, Jack had given him several opportunities to make a move, but he hadn’t made the slightest motion that could be taken as hostile. Besides, who was Jack to say anything since he had his own gun neatly tucked in his ankle holster? So, they were both carrying – big deal.
“Looks like a nice house,” Methos complimented him although he hadn’t seen much of it yet.
“Thanks,” Jack replied and placed the beer in the refrigerator, keeping two out then he handed one over before opening his and taking a long draught. “So, Adam Pierson’s not your real name, is it?” he asked and watched Methos’ eyes very carefully. Now that they were alone, it was time to get all the cards out on the table, so to speak.
“What makes you say that?” Methos instantly replied.
“A hunch…just tell me that you’re not N.I.D. I can’t stand those guys.”
“I’m not N.I.D. You have my word on that,” Methos chuckled. This was amusing; he’d never been taken for one of those agents before; C.I.A., Interpol; yes, but not N.I.D. “If Adam doesn’t work for you, we could use Benjamin,” he playfully offered.
“But that wouldn’t be your real name either.”
“No,” Methos confirmed and took a drink of his beer then he looked Jack squarely in the eyes with a most serious expression on his face. He’d been prodded enough for one evening. He understood that Jack was being cautious, hell it was one of the things that made him so damn attractive, but it was time to draw the line. “Adam Pierson has been my name for so long that it’s who I am. Can you accept that, or should I call a cab?”
“Adam works for me,” Jack cooed, inching toward him. He was pushing too hard; it was time to make nice. He took another tiny sip from his bottle, sucking on the tip as he took it away and stopped just in front of Methos. “Easier to say than Benjamin,” he smirked and pressed their lips together for a testing kiss.
Methos gave Jack control of the kiss, allowing him to remain in charge then he felt Jack’s tongue requesting entrance and opened, letting out a tiny sigh. For someone so young, Jack was one hell of an accomplished kisser. He must have started practicing at an early age.
Jack placed both their beer bottles on the counter by touch as he deepened their kiss, and conducted his slow exploration until he had to break for air.
“Nice,” Jack sighed and ran his hand along the back of Methos’ neck while rubbing their groins together through their slacks. They were both well on their way to being fully hardened – excellent. “Let’s head to the bedroom. You can bring your coat if you want…there’s a chair in there you can lay it on,” he whispered.
“Very thoughtful of you,” Methos panted then he let out another sigh as Jack teased his right ear with his tongue. “I thought you might have noticed,” he added.
“Yeah…occupational hazard,” Jack replied and trailed his tongue along Methos’ jaw over to his other ear and teased it as well. “You can show it to me later,” he sighed then reached down and firmly groped Methos before taking up his beer and moving away. “Bring yours, if you want,” he hinted and headed toward the hall, tracing the tip of the bottle with his tongue before taking another swig from it.
Methos took a long swallow from his bottle then he left it on the counter and grabbed his coat, following along at a good distance so he could enjoy the show Jack was providing as he nearly sashayed to the bedroom. His firm ass was so hot that Methos could hardly wait to get his hands on it. As Jack crossed the threshold of the master bedroom, Methos tired of playing the coy, submissive type and advanced on Jack firmly taking hold of one of his cheeks with his free hand.
“Lovely,” Methos drawled as Jack leaned into his touch. “Such magnificent muscle tone,” he sighed and began nibbling on the back of Jack’s neck.
“Frisky all of a sudden, huh?”
“Let’s just say your stride peaked my interest,” Methos growled. “Suppose we should get the clothes off,” he prompted, letting loose his hold.
“Good idea,” Jack agreed and placed his 9mm and holster on the nightstand then he stripped, tossing his clothes, uniform included, toward the closet. He was going to have to send it to the cleaners anyway, so why bother hanging it? By the time he had the bed turned down, Methos was standing directly in front of him, fully naked and Jack gasped in appreciation. There wasn’t a spot anywhere on him that wasn’t firm and toned. Damn…he was even more gorgeous than Jack had hoped for.
“Before we get going here,” Methos whispered and placed a tiny kiss on Jack’s chin, sucking on it slightly as he pulled away. “I’m clean; I’ll assume you are, too.”
“Yeah, but I’ve got protection,” Jack said and leaned toward the nightstand, but Methos took hold of his wrist.
“I don’t do protection…we can skip it if you’re not comfortable,” Methos offered and ran his hands along Jack’s hips then pulled him in tightly, rubbing their erections together. “There’s other things we could do, but it would be a shame to forgo such a sweet ass,” he nudged, kneading Jack’s buttocks.
This was insane. Jack always used protection during sex. It didn’t matter if his partner was a man or a woman; he still used it. It was a rule etched in stone for him, but for some reason, the thought of going uncovered with his new lover was near intoxicating, and he was actually considering it. Jack gazed once again into his darkened eyes, and felt that odd connection between them intensify as they locked with his.
“We’ll need the lube,” Jack panted as he made his decision. Somehow, he knew deep down that he would be safe. Either that or he’d relinquished control of his brain to his dick. At this point, it didn’t matter which.
“Right,” Methos sighed, letting him go. Superb…he could practically feel Jack tightening around him already and his cock twitched with excitement just from the thought of it.
Jack retrieved the container from the drawer while Methos’ hands roamed all over his backside. Damn, but his touch was something else – definitely some serious chemistry going on here. He tossed the lube onto one of the pillows then he turned for another kiss. This time, Methos took possession of Jack’s mouth, giving him a deep, draining kiss that left Jack reeling as Methos broke off and guided him to the mattress.
Methos held Jack’s arms to the bed and straddled him; rubbing their erections together until Jack was panting even harder then he eased up and directed Jack’s hands to his hips while he lunged for his neck. Jack arched his back as Methos hit a particularly sensitive spot with such precision it was as if his tongue were a laser, and let out a deep groan. Damn, he was good. Methos then moved down to Jack’s chest and slowly nipped his way back and forth, savoring Jack’s taste and musky scent while Jack got more involved, running his hands methodically over Methos’ midsection, being careful to not touch his arousal, only coming close.
“Get on top,” Methos directed and Jack wasted no time flipping them in one smooth motion. “That’s it,” Methos purred and relaxed into one of the pillows, letting the pleasure from Jack’s attentions sweep over him.
Jack worked his way downward, gently licking Methos’ skin until he reached one of his nipples then he gave it a tiny swirl with his tongue before he started to suck. Methos’ low moan and his hand running though Jack’s hair told him he’d found a good spot, so he doubled his effort and began working his other nipple with his fingertips. Once Methos’ breathing was nearly erratic, Jack broke off and went back for another deep, lingering kiss as he moved to one side.
“Adam,” Jack growled and shifted back to his neck for more nibbling while he poured some lube into his hand. “I’ll go first?” he proposed.
“Sure,” Methos panted. “As long as I still get your sweet ass before I leave.”
“If you’re up for it,” Jack whispered with a sly grin. “On your stomach.”
“I will be,” Methos promised and gave a playful nip to Jack’s chin as he rolled over.
“Sounds good to me,” Jack purred. Being both top and bottom in the same night was a rare treat he hadn’t had for a long time. As Jack thought about it, he could feel himself getting even harder and pressed in with two fingers to start the preparations, wanting to be inside his lover even more so now than before. “I’m gonna fuck that tight ass of yours,” he whispered then he ran his tongue along Methos’ earlobe before continuing.
Methos shut out everything other than the feel of Jack’s fingers inside him and the naughty whispers he was placing in his ear. He’d figured out quickly that Methos enjoyed being teased – superb. Hearing Jack describe in exquisite detail what he intended to do made Methos’ state of arousal increase all the more. By the time Jack had three fingers inside him, Methos was beginning to ache. When Jack hit his sweet spot yet again, Methos couldn’t take it any more.
“I’m ready, already,” Methos cried out. “Fuck me, damn it.”
“Whatever you say,” Jack smugly replied and slicked himself as they got into position. He placed his tip just at Methos’ entrance and rimmed him, giving him one final tease then he gasped as Methos backed onto him, drawing him inside with one rapid motion.
“You’ve got a sweet cock, Jack,” Methos purred and pushed onto him once again.
“You feel damn good, too,” Jack replied and took a deep breath then he rammed in as hard as he could, hitting Methos’ prostate dead on and causing him to let out another deep moan.
Jack smiled as he could sense he was once again controlling the action and held Methos’ hips as he pounded time and time again, hitting the same spot until they were both breathing heavily. Jack then reached around and took hold of Methos’ erection and brought him along with firm, determined strokes as he continued his assault on his ass. It had been too long since he’d had such a fine ass, though, and Jack soon started to lose his control.
“Come on, Adam,” Jack encouraged him and intensified his strokes while easing off on his thrusts.
Methos could feel Jack beginning to tremble, so he focused on the delicious friction of Jack’s touch as he worked him over and surrendered his control, letting Jack bring him to the edge and then over.
“That’s it,” Jack panted as he felt Methos begin his release then his ass clamped down on Jack’s cock as he rammed it in one final time and began his own.
Suddenly, they both felt a brief, forceful shockwave course through them and let out a shared moan as they were overtaken. To Methos, it felt almost like the quickening he experienced when taking another immortal’s essence after winning a duel with him. It was like being hit by lightening, only this felt pleasurable rather than draining. To Jack, it felt like he was being hit by zat fire without being rendered unconscious, and the sensation was a wonderful, extreme rush, not painful in any sense. The shock caused them both to still as they caught their breath.
“What the hell was that?” Jack asked.
“I have no idea. Never happened before…not to you either I take it?” Methos replied.
“No,” Jack shook his head. “Felt damn good, though,” he said with a tiny smile.
“Yes…incredible,” Methos panted and waited until Jack slid out before turning around and drawing him in for a warm embrace as the tingling lingered throughout his body. “You’re something else,” he observed.
“Thanks,” Jack responded and gave Methos a warm kiss on the lips. “But I don’t think that was all me,” he said, feeling a bit awkward as the new sensation finally began to subside.
“Perhaps, we both wanted it more than we realized,” Methos offered, still trying to figure out what exactly had happened.
“Maybe,” Jack nodded then he gave Methos a mischievous grin. “We’ll see if it happens again later,” he winked.
“Absolutely,” Methos smiled and pulled Jack down over top of him to snuggle while they waited for him to recover.
~ ~ ~
“Okay, I felt it that time, you?” Methos asked as he glanced up from between Jack’s legs.
“Uh-huh,” Jack mumbled. This latest ‘Aftershock’ as they’d decided to call the new sensation had been every bit as strong and invigorating as the previous ones, but given this had been Jack’s fourth orgasm of the night he was reaching his limit despite its energizing effects. He would need to actually sleep, not just rest this time before they could go at it again.
“Seems we’ve established that it only happens when you orgasm…not when I come without you,” Methos mused. He was finding this whole experience fascinating. The sex was hot, Jack was an exceptionally talented lover with impressive stamina for a mortal, but that was only part of it. This Aftershock thing was equally intriguing and had thrown Methos’ curiosity into overdrive. He’d never even heard of anything remotely similar.
After their initial round, they’d snuggled then they’d had one with Jack on the bottom and Methos on top, and when they’d climaxed together, the Aftershock had hit just as it had the first time. They’d then rested for a while longer, pawing and nibbling at each other until they’d decided to try something different – a sixty-nine. Again, the Aftershock hit, but only after Jack came, not after Methos did a few minutes later.
That’s when they’d thought to give one another blowjobs independent of each other. Since Methos had the quicker recovery time, Jack had done him first. It had been mind-blowing, but with no Aftershock. Now, Methos had returned the favor, milking Jack of every last drop and had been rewarded with another Aftershock, which this time had made him dizzy. Perhaps, it would be best for him to take a longer break before the next one.
“Come here and bring the covers with you,” Jack directed.
“You want me to get the towel first?”
“Don’t bother; I’m too tired to care.”
“Me, too,” Methos smirked and covered them with the bedding as he curled up against Jack, leaning into his shoulder. Usually, Methos was the alpha in any relationship, but this wasn’t like any he’d had before. Besides, he didn’t really mind letting Jack have the honor. In a way, it was refreshing to let Jack have control, and with the awesome sex they were having, who was Methos to complain?
“Adam?”
“Yes?”
“Tell me your real name?”
“Is it important that you know?”
“Yes,” Jack replied and cupped his chin to look him in the eye. “I want to see you again sometime,” he whispered and placed a tender kiss on his forehead. “Discretely, of course,” he grinned.
“Of course,” Methos grinned in return. “You’ll only find me by using the name Adam Pierson and only if you look very carefully,” he cautioned.
Jack could sense he was stalling, considering if he should confide in him or not. This was a matter of trust and the stall told Jack that his lover’s secret was most precious to him – all the more reason to test him and see if he would tell.
“I’ll find you if I want…I have my resources,” Jack assured him, running his fingers through his lover’s soft, brown hair. The White House, N.S.A., satellites, dozens of markers he could call on, he’d find him with or without knowing his true identity.
“Methos,” he whispered and felt a warm contentment as he did so. He could trust Jack to keep the secret and that freed him in a way that was hard to explain. He was positive that Jack would never make him regret his decision to tell and that knowledge meant more to him than a thousand Aftershocks.
“Methos,” Jack repeated and gently caressed his cheek as he checked his eyes. He was telling the truth – sweet. “That your first or last name?”
“Only name,” Methos answered and gave Jack a tender kiss on the lips.
“Does Joe know?” Jack asked, pulling him in for a warm hug.
“Yes, but he and I are good friends, nothing more,” Methos quickly clarified.
“Good…I’d feel guilty fighting him for you,” Jack said, half-jokingly then a yawn escaped from him as exhaustion began rapidly taking over.
“You should sleep, now,” Methos hinted, running his fingers through his wiry chest hairs.
“Will you be here when I wake up?”
“I’m planning on it,” Methos chuckled and placed a tiny kiss on Jack’s shoulder before settling in and closing his eyes. Within moments they were both sound asleep.
~ ~ ~
“Good afternoon, stranger,” Joe teased as Methos entered their hotel suite.
“Is it afternoon, already?” Methos asked, feigning ignorance while he placed his coat in the open closet.
“It’s nearly evening,” Joe chuckled. “I take it things went well with your colonel?”
“His name is Jack, and yes, they did,” Methos answered and retrieved a beer from the refreshment center.
“So, he survived…still walking and all?” Joe jabbed.
“He held up his end of things,” Methos smirked and plopped down into one of the armchairs, letting out a deep breath.
“And what about you?” Joe pressed, taking the seat across from him. “You look hung over.”
“It was incredible, Joe. I’ve never been with someone who makes me feel so vibrant and alive.”
“Coming from you, that’s saying a lot,” Joe replied, obviously impressed. “Maybe I should give up women,” he playfully suggested.
“Do what you want, Joe, but don’t even think of getting near Jack.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it. So, what happened?”
“I showed him my sword.”
“What else?”
“I told him my real name.”
“That’s serious. Did you tell him what you are?”
“Not yet. The timing has to be right…like when you propose marriage. You don’t just blurt out that you’re somewhere in the neighborhood of 5,000 years old and can’t die unless someone takes your head.”
“Yeah…I can understand that,” Joe nodded.
“We did talk a lot, though…about seeing each other again. He’s into some highly classified stuff with his work…irregular schedule…not to mention the whole sticky-wicket caused by the Air Force’s archaic regulations.”
“But you will see him again,” Joe stated with confidence, seeing the gleam Jack had placed in Methos’ eyes.
“Every chance I get,” Methos smiled then he leaned his head onto the back of his seat and closed his eyes, reflecting on Jack and their time together.
After hunger had forced them to finally get out of bed, they’d had a delightful brunch – grilled steaks and cheese omelets. That’s when they’d talked seriously with one another, not with probing questions, but open conversation, volunteering bits of information about their private lives.
Methos had limited himself to his life as Adam Pierson, and Jack had made it clear up front that he’d tell him anything so long as it didn’t pertain to his work, citing national security. With many men, Methos would have thought it was a ploy to impress him, but with Jack, he knew that wasn’t the case. Whatever he did inside Cheyenne Mountain, Methos doubted it would ever be made public within Jack’s lifetime.
That’s when Methos had firmly decided that he would share with Jack his other treasured secret. He didn’t want to hold anything back from him, and he wanted to tell him as soon as possible. Mortals’ life spans were simply too short to waste time debating about such things, but still, the timing had to be right. When he told him, there’d be lots of questions and they would need the time and the privacy to hash it all out.
One of the things that Jack had told him was all about his cabin in Minnesota and had given him an open invitation to go fishing with him sometime when both their schedules would allow. The place was miles from the nearest person, very isolated and relaxing. It sounded like the perfect location to tell Jack his other prized secret. All he had to do was keep watch for the right opportunity to present itself.
“ADAM!” Joe shouted into his ear.
“What?!” Methos jumped, snapping out of his stupor.
“We have dinner reservations…remember?”
“Oh…right…guess I’d better get ready.”
“Yeah…that’s what I’ve been saying for the last five minutes, not that you’ve heard a word I said,” Joe grumbled. “Maybe I should put on colonel’s bars so you’ll listen to me,” he harrumphed.
“You know better than that…colonels don’t wear bars,” Methos countered. “Besides, his rank’s not what interests me,” he mumbled.
“I’m sure,” Joe chuckled.
Methos gave him a tiny pout in protest then he padded into the bathroom and dutifully stripped down to take his second shower of the day. His first had been with Jack after their brunch. It had been another first for Methos – a shower with his lover without so much as foreplay. Their minds had been too focused on finding out about each other for them to be bothered with fooling around. It was another thing that set Jack apart from the hundreds of others he’d slept with throughout the centuries.
As Methos started to soap down, he closed his eyes and thought of his Jack, pondering once again that initial sensation he’d felt as their eyes had locked from across the room – then it hit him what it had been. Jack’s essence was an extension of his own in some strange way. When his eyes had locked with Jack’s, he’d seen a tiny piece of himself already inside him. This hadn’t been merely a chance encounter. He and Jack were destined to be together; they always had been. And after surviving thousands of years, partly thanks to fate, who was Methos to argue with her now?
FIN
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