TITLE: Fishing and sex 1/2
AUTHOR: Anne
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Giles/Jack O'Neill
FEEDBACK: Oh yes please!
E-MAIL: bookmangal@yahoo.fr
SUMMARY: Giles and jack met and became lovers.
DISTRIBUTION: ODD; Slashaholics; Giles Slash; GilesSlashaholics; UCSL. Anyone else please ask first.
CATEGORIES: Slash. PWP. First Time.
TIMELINE: Season 4
WARNING: hot m/m sex.
DISCLAIMER: The BtVS characters are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Productions, Kuzui Enterprises, 20th Century Fox Television and the UPN Television Network. The story is written for the pleasure of the author and readers, and has no lucrative purpose whatsoever.
DISCLAIMER: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/ Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. I do not own the characters and indeed am only playing with them for a little while. I am not making any money from this and I'm still paying for everything I own so there's very little point in suing me. No copyright infringement whatsoever is intended. The story is for entertainment purposes only. At least I hope it's entertaining. The original characters, situations and story are mine. Please do not reproduce this story anywhere without the author's consent. Check with me first if you want to archive or link to this story.
SPOILERS: none.
NOTES: BtVS/Stargate SG-1 crossover. […] Denotes thoughts.
THANKS: Thank you Jen and Caz for your precious help.

Somewhere in Breakers Woods

O'Neill, upset, groaned while heading towards the river. He wasn't alone here. He loved being totally alone to go fishing, to feel at one with Mother Nature. He had seen some smoke yesterday evening and curious to see who else was in Breaker Woods had tracked it. After half an hour the Colonel had discovered a small camp and one man sat beside a fire, reading a book, drinking something hot in a mug. He had observed him for a moment then returned to his own camp, on the other side of the cliff.

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O'Neill holding his favorite fishing rods and the complete fishing tackle was approaching his destination when he suddenly heard someone whistling. [Crap! And double crap!] he thought and then climbed on a big rock from where he had an excellent view of the river. Yes the man was there, completely naked and was slowly washing himself. He smiled taking visible pleasure in running the cloth over his groin.

O'Neill purred with desire; surveying the other man's body. He was about his age and was very well preserved. He had wide shoulders, muscular arms, and lean thighs, narrow hips and well-built long legs. A light mat of graying, curly hair ran from his broad chest in a line downward to disappear in the still dark springing hair between his legs where the impressive proof of his maleness hung. Jack's eyes widened at the sight before him. The man was very well proportioned, good eight or nine inches. He smiled, felt warmth spreading from his stomach down between his legs and shuddered with pleasure at the thought of that penis inside of him.

"Oh! Whoa! Wow!" Jack breathed feeling his cock fill and harden as the man turned his back and spent the washcloth along his round, firm and white buttocks.

When the man splashed himself to remove the soap off his athlete's body, Jack began drooling.

Giles turned around to take the towel that he had left on the flower- covered bank. O'Neill couldn't wait much longer to meet the other man. He jumped off the rock right by the former Watcher who let out a cry of surprise, moved back, slid on the damp grass and fell over on his behind. His head struck a stone and he passed out.

"Oh crap!" Jack exclaimed worryingly before tapping the unconscious man's cheeks. "Eh! Wake up! Wake up!"

But Giles remained passed out. O'Neill wrapped him in the towel then lifted him in his arms. He carried the other man to his tent where he laid him on his open sleeping bag. Jack then searched the backpack, found the first aid kit, soaked a cotton piece with antiseptic and looked for the bump on the base of the man's skull. Once found, he noticed that he was cut and was lightly bleeding. Jack was cleaning the wound when Giles moaned with pain and slowly opened his eyes. The ex-Watcher gave a start seeing a man kneeling beside him, and then intrigued by his presence in his tent asked: "What are you doing here?"

Giles then remembered what had happened by the river. He understood that the other man had transported him here – so he knew where his camp was. Alarmed he asked: "Who are you? What do you want?"

O'Neill smiled, "I'm Jack, Jack O'Neill and I want… you. Yes, I want you! God! You're so very beautiful and sexy as hell! You're so lickable, so suckable and so bloody fuckable!"

Giles both very embarrassed and very pleased blushed and said, "Thank you Jack, you're a handsome man too. Very attractive… My name is Giles, Rupert Giles and… we should make acquaintance before..."

O'Neill nodded, "having sex? Okay. I'm Jack O'Neill you already know that. I'm a colonel of the USAF. I'm a divorced man. I had a son… but he's dead in a tragic accident. [I'm responsible for his death…]" He paused his face darkening at the memory of his son's corpse in his arms and then added, "I live in Colorado Springs, and I'm on leave here, for a fishing-week-end. I heard the trout were bigger here than in Minnesota. Oh! And I'm bi-sexual. I have no girlfriend or boyfriend. You?"

Giles excited smiled, "You are a fighter pilot?"

Jack shook his head, "No, I'm not, I'm special ops, but I piloted fighters once or twice."

The Watcher raised himself on his elbows and said, "Oh! I'd love to fly aboard a fighter… You know when I was a boy, I wanted to be a fighter pilot, and now I'm the former librarian, at Sunnydale High School. I'm between jobs. I'm single and I have no child. And I'm English. I have no girlfriend or boyfriend either."

O'Neill smiled, "Nice accent", then he moved on top of Giles and ran his warm hands over the other man's shoulders and arms, pressing his heated body against his lover's. He trailed his lips to the former Watcher's neck, chin and jaw, licking and caressing, over his pierced ear, back down to his shoulders, moving further down to his throat and collarbone. O'Neill stroked the smooth milky skin of the chest, running his fingers through the graying hair there. He then bent and fastened his mouth over one of Giles' nipples, nipping it with his teeth before licking and kissing the sensitive nub to painful hardness causing the former Watcher to gasp and groan with desire.

He moved further down again, leaned forward and ran his tongue around the head of Giles' penis. He then sucked on it, paying special attention to the underside with his tongue. He fondled Giles' balls, squeezing them in his hand, gently whilst sliding the hot and pulsing shaft up and down, farther into his mouth. Giles closed his eyes in pure pleasure and gave himself over to O'Neill's care and started to purr. Jack's cheeks hollowed as he began to suck Giles' cock, moving his hand up, round and over. The former Watcher's breath became ragged in his chest and he started to shift restlessly on the sleeping bag. O'Neill caressed the base of his lover shaft with his tongue, nuzzling into the soft brown pubic hair.

"Oh God! Ooooaaaaaaaaaah!" Giles moaned.

O'Neill felt that Giles was close and pressed the base of his lover's sex cutting his urge to release. He then flicked his tongue over the tip and licked the beads of pre-cum there.

"Not yet! Now Rupert, turn around and take position."

Giles complied very aroused and he got on all fours on the opened sleeping bag, offering Jack his round, muscular and half-opened buttocks.

"You might need this." He said reaching under the pillow for the lube he then held out to Jack.

O'Neill intrigued frowned, "why do you have a tube of lube under your pillow Rupert?"

The Watcher blushed with embarrassment and shame, "I keep the lube there to aid masturbation. I have needs…"

Jack nodded, "And no lover. I understand Rupert, I'm the same. And there's no need to be embarrassed. Masturbation is a natural thing."

The Colonel opened the tube and put a generous amount on his fingers. He bent his head and began licking and nibbling just at the top of his lover's cleft, as he slowly worked a finger in and out of him. He started to massage Giles' ass paying particular attention to the sphincter. When he felt sure he wouldn't hurt his partner he eased one finger inside and began to stoke. As he felt the other man loosening up, he eased another finger into Giles, twisting and scissoring, opening Giles up, making him ready for him. He found what he thought to be the prostate and began to stroke it. At this point the Englishman was thrusting his hips in time with Jack's fingers, desperately seeking release. When O'Neill brushed across Giles' prostate, the ex-Watcher shuddered, arched his back, and said, in urgent need,

"Now, Jack, now! Can't wait! Please! Fuck me now!"

O'Neill pulled his pants and boxers down on his knees, coated his penis with lubricant then added more gel to his lover's entrance. Giles gasped as he felt the sudden pressure against his anus. To calm Giles who was tensed, Jack caressed his shoulders and back, and rested the tip of his hard penis against the dilated anus.

"Relax Rupert; I'm not going to hurt you."

Giles nodded, "I know, but I haven't been fucked for a long time… I'm a little nervous."

O'Neill smiled, "I see. Okay, I'll be gentle, I promise. If I hurt you, just tell me and I will stop what I'm doing."

Giles nodded again, "All right." The Colonel then pressed the head of his member against Giles' opening and moved slowly and gently through the ring of muscle. Giles grimaced at the first pain of penetration, but his lover's soft voice like gold in his ear reassured and relaxed him, and his pain soon turned to pleasure. O'Neill gently pushed in, feeling his lover buck beneath him as his cock gained entrance into Giles' tight channel.

"All right, Rupert?"

Giles was unable to speak and he nodded. As Jack slowly entered him Giles whimpered and threw his head back in bliss. The SG-1 leader moaned with pleasure feeling the tight muscles clench around him and he pushed himself deeper. Then Giles' moans and groans of pleasure added fuel to the fire of O'Neill's own desire. He felt himself harden more, clamped by the other man's anus.

O'Neill's breathed, "Oh Gawd Rupert! You're so tight around me, so warm inside, so soft and so wet." He rocked his hips back and forth, and little by little slid a little further into his lover. "Oh yes! Yessss! Oh Rupert! You feel so damn good!"

Giles found himself bucking against his lover, wanting the man to bury his erection deeper inside him. He wanted Jack inside him, filling him completely. He hungered for the man to make love to him, fast, hard and deep. As O'Neill began to ease himself into him, Giles discovered that he was quickly spiraling towards ecstasy. He cried out as the other man embedded himself completely in his ass. O'Neill almost passed out in pure and total bliss. It had been so long since he'd been inside another man, and he'd never been with one quite as gorgeous as Giles before.

O'Neill held still to give Giles time to adjust to his size, then he slowly backed away to re-enter him, quickly this time. He then started to thrust, slowly, gently, savoring the feel of his pulsing flesh sliding back and forth inside the man and hearing Giles' moans and sighs of pleasure. Jack reached round and ran his hand up and down the other man's length feeling the satin skin smooth over the hard member. He moved his hand faster in rhythm with his thrusts and Giles felt he would explode.

"Oh, Jack, oooh, god, god... Jaaaaack!"

Little by little Jack accelerated his pace. The former Watcher grunted at the rough thrusts into him, moaned as O'Neill pulled almost completely out and then slammed back in hard, hitting his prostate with every brutal stroke. O'Neill started to move in circles at first small ones, then larger ones. Under him Giles was gasping, his whole body was trembling. Jack then varied position, angle and speed, and stopped a few times to allow his partner to thrust again inside him.

O'Neill accelerated his ride gasping for breath, head thrown back. Every stroke brought him a little closer to his building climax. He set a maddening pace, ramming inside Giles again, and again and again. Each time it felt as if he was doing it harder, as if he was burying himself deeper.

Giles felt his testicles tighten and Jack's hand on his cock felt like fire. He cried out as suddenly he was exploding all over his lover's hand and the sleeping bag as his ass muscles clenched. That was enough to trigger Jack own orgasm and he came and came and came inside Giles with a long strangled cry. Utterly spent the former Watcher slumped limply on his sleeping bag. O'Neill's penis finally softened and he gently, slowly withdrew, stopping to wait for Giles' muscles to release him. Shortly after O'Neill pulled out. Giles gasped for air, and protested breathlessly when he felt Jack ease himself off him.

O'Neill pushed the other man over onto his back. Giles lay there, eyes closed, barely conscious, panting, ripped open, unmoving, except for the violent tremors which racked his body. Jack pulled Giles still shaking from his climax into his arms, kissed him tenderly and ran his fingers through his tousled hair. He contemplated Giles' peaceful and relaxed face for a few moments feeling oh so good!

O'Neill smiled when he heard his lover snore lightly after a moment. Giles needed to rest after their rough sex session, and so he. The SG-1 leader pulled the other man into his arms and pillowed his head on his shoulder. He brushed some graying brown hair out of the way and kissed the ex-Watcher's forehead. He was on the verge of falling asleep when a thought startled him awake. He may have been still half-dressed, but Giles was completely naked and when their bodies cooled off, he would feel the fresh air. Jack nudged his lover so that he could move away from him, took the top part of the sleeping bag, and pulled it over their bodies. As the sleeping bag was extra- large, Giles could snuggle comfortably against Jack.

"Sleep well Rupert," Jack whispered before dozing off.

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O'Neill woke up hours later, feeling completely rested, relaxed and content for the first time for years. He discovered that Giles was using his abdomen for pillow and had closed his arms around his left leg. He tenderly caressed his lover's cheek causing Giles to move and moan against his pubis. O'Neill immediately felt himself getting harder. He pushed his partner's head towards his hardening penis so that Giles' lips made contact with it. When they did he had the feeling of being burnt and groaned with pain. He jumped and this time groaned with pleasure when he felt Giles kissing his hard member in his sleep, and then licking it, whimpering. After a few seconds Giles opened his mouth and began to suck the throbbing shaft, delicately, moaning as he did. Jack began panting.

"Oh Gawd! Oh Gawd!" he breathed.

O'Neill sat upright propping himself on his elbows, while Giles slowly continued to suck his cock. Suddenly Giles looked up at Jack and grinned.

The colonel chuckled, "I knew you were awake mate! No one could do this asleep."

Giles moved up the length of O'Neill's rapidly hardening penis, letting it slip out of his mouth and running his tongue down the shaft, continuing on past the base, where he began licking his lover's testicles, sucking one into his mouth and running his tongue around it every now and again. O'Neill writhed and quivered, electrified by the other man's caresses, raising his hips slightly as he gripped the sleeping bag.

Giles continued using his mouth on his lover. He licked and sucked the blood-engorged shaft, running his tongue over the head and gently pushing inside the slit. O'Neill moaned in pleasure and the former Watcher smiled as he took him down as far as he could. As Giles swirled his tongue around the rock hard penis in his mouth, Jack could feel himself getting even harder. A moment later, O'Neill was pulling away. Confused, Giles looked up to see the other man staring at him.

"What is it, Jack?"

"I want you to be inside me," O'Neill begged, rolling over onto his back. He was breathless, desperately wanting union.

"All right."

Raising himself up on his knees, Giles pushed Jack's knees up to his chest, then he moved lower and with the tip of his tongue tickled the sensitive patch of skin between the other man's tight opening and testicles provoking a low growl of pleasure from him which turned into an almost animal sounding grunt as he continued lower and started licking Jack's ass with his tongue.

O'Neill spread his legs further, enticing Giles to taste him deeper still. Gripping the cheeks tightly, Giles parted them still more and ran the barest tip of his tongue around the outside edge of the anus and occasionally quickly inserting it and removing it before it became too much for his partner to deal with. Jack was squirming on the sleeping bag, raking Giles' shoulders with his nails convulsively, and uttering small cries of need.

"Rupert! Take me, now! Hurry! Hurry! No preparation, I want you now!" O'Neill begged, eyes shut, all his muscles tensing.

Giles took his time applying lube to himself. He coated his cock thickly, stroking gently, that action alone pushing him far too close. Then he enjoyed coating his lover's insides with some of it, teasing and playing again, using gentle touches and long, loving strokes again to open and stretch the tight opening. "God! Rupert! You're killing me! I want you! Now! Please! Please! I can't wait any more!"

Giles nodded. "Right away, Jack, but if this hurts you in the slightest, please tell me, all right?"

O'Neill nodded, and Giles placed the head of his cock at his partner's sensitive opening, rubbing the head of his dick in circles; a little harder and a little deeper. Holding onto the other man's hips, Giles finally pressed forward. He felt the ring of muscle trying to resist and pushed a little harder. He took his time, pushing forward and easing back, until the head finally slid inside Jack. They both groaned when O'Neill's body clamped down on the invader. The Colonel bit his lower lip and pulled at the sleeping bag, focusing on relaxing to ease his lover's penetration. Giles thrust forward a bit more then pulled back only to thrust forward again, undulating his hips in a tiny rocking motion, in and out. Jack was very, very tight. It was obvious he hadn't gotten any lover either in a very long time, so Giles moved slowly at first, preparing him, easing his cock deep. Jack's breathing was faster, heavier and Giles loved to hear it. The Watcher repeated the gentle action until he was all the way inside. He tipped his head back and held himself there for a moment, concentrating, loving the feel of Jack's heat and tightness, to savor the exquisite pleasure of being fully sheathed in his lover's body.

Giles wanted it to last forever, but he also wanted what would happen next, so he slowly pulled back out of the other man, until just the head of his cock remained inside him. Soon, Giles started to move, each thrust long and hard, his hips pushing forward, each stroke going deeper, nudging Jack's throbbing prostrate each time.

"Oh Rupert… you feel so good," gasped as he tried rocking his hips back into Giles'.

"You, too, my beloved Colonel..." and he leaned forward to nip along Jack's jaw line while he forced himself to go slow.

O'Neill could only moan at the exquisite pleasure that blossomed within him. He suddenly wrapped his legs around Giles' back and tilted his hips up, holding the other man in place while he ground against him senselessly. He moved in perfect harmony with his lover, matching each stroke and each thrust, clenching his inner muscles, relaxing, and clenching again, his head arching back, his hands sliding over Giles' broad back, nails digging into pale skin, making his partner hiss with pleasure in return.

"Fuck me, Rupert. Fuck me hard!" O'Neill demanded, his voice growing in volume and urgency.

Giles sped up his movements, pumping into his lover as hard and as fast as he could. He suddenly uttered a strangled cry, arched, stiffened and his entire body began to shake. His testicles tightened then drew against his body and he climaxed at the same time Jack's straining cock erupted, shooting hot strings of semen across his chest and belly. The Watcher utterly spent, boneless, breathing heavily, and covered with sweat, fell on top his lover. He stayed inside O'Neill until he had softened and he had regained some energy. He rolled himself off the other man and lay on his back, still catching his breath. After a moment, Jack still shaken with ripples of pleasure, rolled onto his side and looked at his flushed, panting lover. He settled his sleek head on Giles' shoulder and curled against the Englishman, running his fingers through the other man's chest hair, teasing playfully with his nipples.

"Mmmmmmm… that was absolutely * fantastic! * Rupert… oh God! I was in heaven!"

Giles opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, Jack had placed his lips to his. He kissed the other man deeply, hungrily, with passion and broke away only when it become obvious that Giles needed to breathe. The Watcher quickly gulped in a lungful of air.

O'Neill gently lapped at his partner's lips and said. "Let's clean each other in the river Rupert!"

Giles grinned and proposed, "I'm going to wash you… then you'll wash me, all right?"

Jack nodded, "With pleasure. Then I'll teach you casting. Fishing is very peaceful and relaxing, you'll see…"

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Much later, in the afternoon

O'Neill gasped when Giles nibbled the head of his rock hard shaft he had freed from the confines of his briefs.

He looked down and sighed and said, "For crying out loud Rupert! I'm trying to fish!"

The former Watcher smirked and said, "I think you have a bite… literally." Then he gently bit Jack again.

The colonel dropped his fishing rod then pulled Giles up. He caught his wrists and said, "I've got you!"

Giles nodded, "Yes, you have me."

Jack smiled. "Continue what you were doing Rupert, while I'm fishing… We need something to eat for diner."

He took his fishing rod and made the wire fly in the air. The former Watcher kissed his way down O'Neill's ribbed stomach and erotically undid his belt with her teeth. Undoing his pants and sliding them off along with his briefs, he lightly licked the head of his blood- engorged penis, tasting some of his pre-cum on the tip. Giles then slid his lips over his partner's erection and began to bob his head up and down the shaft. Occasionally, he removed his mouth to lick along the member and occasionally too ran his tongue across Jack's testicles, bringing a moan of satisfaction from the colonel each time.

Feeling O'Neill heading towards his climax Giles decided to give his lover a short break, so he could catch a fish or two. They still had a long afternoon ahead of them!

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