TITLE: Relaxation

AUTHOR: Aimee

RATING: NC-17.

SPOILERS: For "Holiday."

PAIRING: Jack/Teal'c

DISCLAIMER: Jack O'Neil, Teal'c, and all things Stargate: SG-1 related belong to Showtime and a bunch of other people who aren't me. By writing this story, I am rather blatantly infringing on their copyright; however, I don't really care.

WARNING: This is a SLASH story and, as such, it contains graphic descriptions of m/m sex. If you don't want to read that sort of thing, bail now. If you are underage, you can't read this. Stick to my gen stories instead.

NOTES: I wrote this story as a Valentine's Day gift for my friend, Brandy, and decided to post it here for the rest of you as well. This is my first attempt at writing Stargate fic, so please be kind.

This is a missing scene from the episode "Holiday"; if you haven't seen that episode, then this story probably won't make much sense.

"Relaxation"
by Aimee

Jack fell out the trance with a jerk. He opened his eyes and growled in irritation. "Damnit, Teal'c, I just can't do it! Are you *sure* there isn't any other way?"

"Yes, Colonel O'Neil, I am sure. Although I fear achieving a trance state may require more patience than you possess, you *must* achieve it nevertheless, or you, and my body with you, will die."

"Yeah, thanks, Teal'c. As if I weren't under enough pressure already."

Teal'c sighed slightly, the most vocal expression of distress he'd heard the man utter since this whole freaky-friday kinda day had started. Maybe the change of bodies was affecting their personalities a little, too?

No, he decided. If that were the case, then it wouldn't be so *hard* to do this stupid trance thing!

"Colonel O'Neil, you will never be successful if you continue to tense your muscles so. You must relax."

Jack grinned. "Don't you mean *your* muscles?"

Teal'c said nothing; he simply gave him The Look. It was just as effective coming from Jack's familiar, friendly face as it usually was on Teal'c impassive countenance.

"Wow," Jack said, impressed. "I didn't know I could raise my eyebrow like that. I know, I know," he continued as The Look intensified. "Less talking, more relaxing."

He closed his eyes for a few more minutes, before opening them again. "Hey," he said with a smirk. "You know what always helps me relax, big time?"

"No, I do not," Teal'c replied. "Or I would already have acted on that information." If he'd been any other man, Jack would have said he was frustrated.

"A blow job! Works every time."

He didn't get the response he wanted from that revelation: no answering smirk, no laugh, not even a snort of disgust -- no reaction of any kind, except for a speculative tilt of the head.

Then Teal'c rose from his position across the room and began to prowl towards him.

Jack began to feel a little uneasy. "Uh, hey, Teal'c -- you know I was just kidding, ri--!" His voice suddenly rose several octaves, and his words were lost in an undignified, unintelligible squeak as Teal'c calmly and efficiently undid Jack's pants and reached inside them.

"You may have been...'kidding'," the Jaffa answered. "But were your words not true?"

"Well, yeah, they were true, but--"

"Then there is nothing to talk about. You need to relax. This will relax you." And, with those words, Teal'c bent down and took Jack's rapidly-hardening penis into his mouth.

Jack lost the battle before it even began. "But...Teal'c, we can't...oh my god, that feels good...oh, yeah...more...."

But even while his body moaned and writhed in pleasure under Teal'c's talented ministrations, his mind kept running around in circles. God, who knew the big guy would be so good at this? he thought vaguely. Guy, guy, he's a *guy*. I'm havi ng sex with another man, and loving it.

Then, before he could work up too much guilt, Teal'c's tongue slid along the underside of his cock, and his brain exploded. "What the hell was that?" he gasped weakly.

Teal'c gave one last lick, then disengaged his mouth to reply. "Certain areas of our bodies are more sensitive than they are for you." He sounded rather smug. "One of the many small differences between my people and yours."

"It sure didn't *feel* small," Jack answered, then began to tug at Teal'c's shirt. "You're wearing *way* too many clothes, here."

The other man raised an eyebrow at that, mildly surprised. "Are you planning to pleasure me as well? I am not the one who requires--"

"Shut up, Teal'c," Jack said, and kissed him.

Kissing, he mused, was a time-honored American pastime, and one he rather enjoyed. As a teenager, he'd practiced for hours with Mary Jane Whitley, his then-girlfriend, perfecting various techniques. He considered himself quite good at it.

But Teal'c, after he recovered from a moment's startled passivity, was even better.

Jack pulled back slightly and opened his eyes, ready to make some teasing compliment to that effect --

-- and saw his own face, flushed with passion.

It was disconcerting, to say the least.

He immediately dropped his gaze and went back to pulling off Teal'c's clothes, but it was too late; his brain was back to muttering to itself again. This is too weird, he thought. Not only am I making love with another man, but that man is m e! He considered that for a moment, then brightened slightly. Hey, that's the answer: this doesn't really qualify as sex, after all. It's masturbation!

I wonder if that excuse would fly if I ever get court-marshaled for this? "Colonel O'Neil, did you, or did you not, engage in homosexual intercourse?" "Well, yes, sir, but I wasn't exactly myself at the time...."

He finally managed to get Teal'c's clothes off, and shed his own as quickly as he could. He took a moment to regard his new lover's naked body, and felt a smirk tug at his lips despite his best efforts. "If I said you were one hot-looking stud, would that be bragging?"

Teal'c looked down at himself, and ran one hand slowly from his chest, over his stomach, down to his hips. He brushed his fingers along the length of his erection, and teased them across the tip. "No, Colonel O'Neil," he said. "You would merely be s peaking the truth. This body is beautiful."

Jack cleared a suddenly-dry throat, but could think of nothing to say in response to that. Instead, he pulled Teal'c close. "C'mere." He brought his lips to that spot on his neck that always made him squirm, and sucked lightly. Sure enough, the man in his arms began to shiver.

After that, time seemed to pass in a fog of pleasure as the two of them took advantage of their knowledge of the other's body. It was, Jack would think later -- he was in no condition to be coherent at the moment -- the absolute best first-time he'd e ver had with anyone. There was none of the usual fumbling around as two people tried to familiarize themselves with the reactions of the other. This time, they both already knew what their partner would like and not like. The result was mind-numbing eno ugh to shut off even Jack's vocal brain.

In the next moment he was really aware of, he was on his back on the floor, legs spread wide; Teal'c was on top of him, with his fingers buried deep within him. Jack was panting, thrusting back against his lover's hand. "So, you're self-lubricating, too?" he asked. "God, that's convenient." He hissed abruptly as Teal'c's fingers found his prostate, or whatever the Jaffa equivalent was. "Oh yes. Now, Teal'c, do it now!"

Teal'c complied, removing his fingers and replacing them with the head of his cock, sliding it, in one long, smooth stroke, to the hilt.

"Yes," Jack moaned. "That's *so* good." He laughed suddenly, for no apparent reason. At his partner's inquiring glance, he explained. "It's just -- people have been telling me to go fuck myself for years. I never thought I'd actually do it! But I have to say, it's a *lot* more fun than they made it sound."

Teal'c didn't answer; he seemed to be beyond words. Instead, he just grunted and increased the pace slightly, until Jack, too, had been rendered non-verbal. Then, when Jack was *this* close to the edge, Teal'c changed the angle of his thrusts, bringi ng him into contact with Jack's prostate.

A bolt of lightning shot through him, electrifying. He came.

*****

A voice penetrated his post-orgasmic haze. "You should get dressed, Colonel O'Neil."

"What?" he muttered, and turned his head toward the source of the sound. For a moment, he absolutely couldn't make sense of what he saw, until his mental lassitude lifted a little, and he remembered.

Oh yeah. That body switching thing. Right.

Teal'c dropped his clothes on top of him. "You should get dressed."

"Do I have to?" he whined, stirring a little.

"I think you will find that meditating in the nude does not help to induce a trace-state. It is...distracting."

"Teal'c!" Jack bolted upright. "Did you just make a *joke*?"

"If you ignore my advice, I do not think you will find it amusing. This type of trance causes the temperature of one's body to lower."

"Yeah, I guess I don't want to freeze my ass off," Jack replied, bemused. "Or, er, anything else, for that matter." He started to get dressed, and only faltered slightly when he noticed Teal'c watching him with hooded eyes. He started to say somethi ng, but then just shook his head and concentrated on buttoning his shirt. He felt off-balance and awkward. He had no idea what to do next.

He finished dressing, then settled as comfortably as he could onto the floor, closed his eyes, and tried to relax. It was rather easier to do this time around. Despite his emotional discomfort, he had never felt physically calmer in his life; his bod y kept threatening to melt into a boneless puddle on the floor.

Just as he was about to go under, he thought he heard Teal'c say rather hopefully, "I should be happy to provide my assistance again, if you require any more aid in relaxing."

Then he slipped into the trance, and was gone.

THE END