Title: What Could Be Better?
by Christina A.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. Adore them, yes! Own them, no.
Author’s Note: So, Georgiamae requested Jack and Jonas fic on her wishlist. Now, I kinda like the idea of this slash pairing, so I thought I’d try my hand at it. This is my first time writing these two. I just wish I could do a better job at titles. *sigh*
Summary: Okay, my secret slash fetish for Stargate is Jack/Jonas. So I had to fic it. I just had to
What Could Be Better?
by Christina A.
“Sam!” Jonas called out as he sprinted down the corridor. “Wait up!”
She grinned as she stopped her forward progress and waited for him to catch up. “Whatcha need?”
“A little help. I sort of need to go to the mall… actually to a place called Best Buy.”
Curious, she nodded toward the paper in his hand and asked, “Buying something, huh?”
“Um… yeah. I’d ask Jack to take me, but it’s sort of for him.”
The Major chuckled. “So you’re really getting into the spirit of Christmas?” Everyone ‘knew’ about the relationship between the Colonel and Jonas. It was the epitome of the ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell’ unwritten policy. She’d had her suspicions long before the Colonel pushed to have Jonas move in with him. Officially, Jonas was living with Jack to help him integrate into Earth society and not appear as alien as he was. But it was obvious to everyone…
“I am. Look, Sam, he’s done so much for me. This,” he held up the piece of paper, “is the least I can do for him. I want to do it, but I don’t have a car.”
She nodded in understanding. “Okay, I’ll drive you.”
It felt strange to Jonas to not go to the base on a Wednesday. He looked at the clock and honestly felt like he should be up, showered, and ready to leave by now.
“Go back to sleep, Jonas.”
That was the one thing that didn’t feel strange to him. Jack spooned behind him with his head resting in his neck felt normal, even natural. “I’m not tired,” he said. “I feel like I should be up and doing something.”
“Ssh,” was Jack’s response. One of these days, Jonas Quinn would learn the art of sleeping in. He would appreciate the value of being lazy and doing nothing. One of these days, maybe he wouldn’t find the Kelownan to be so irresistible. But today definitely was not that day.
“I could make breakfast.”
“Or even get started on the laundry. I’ll use the right amount of Cheer this time.”
The Kelownan smiled. The second time Jack said his name it was nearly a growl. “Or shovel the driveway? Vacuum the carpets? Clean the flue? Check the mail? Wash the truck?”
“Aw for cryin’ out lout!”
Jonas laughed. He tried not to, but it was all in vain. Whether Jack wanted to be or not, he was now awake. Maybe now, Jonas could open up his presents.
The thought was driven out of his mind as more immediate and pressing needs were aroused. Jack O’Neill was definitely awake, and Jonas had only himself to thank for it.
Jack watched with faint amusement as Jonas’ eyes darted toward the tree for about the hundredth time. A couple of those, he’d almost given in and suggested they open the gifts. As it was, he received a certain thrill out of watching Jonas glance back and forth between the TV set and the Christmas tree. He settled in and wrapped an arm around Jonas’ shoulders. They could watch another movie before opening gifts.
Jonas looked at the tree again before shifting his position so he was half-facing the other man. “Okay. Sam says that you’re supposed to open presents in the morning.”
“You are.” It was going to be so difficult not to laugh. “It’s only ten o’clock. We still have two hours of morning left.”
“I think she meant when you woke up.”
“Oh, I doubt that. See, you had me ‘up’ at five this morning.” He waggled his brows at the word ‘up’.
Jonas rolled his eyes. “You’re up every day at five.”
“Semantics.” Jack waved a hand dismissively. “But if you’re so insistent…”
Jonas was off the couch in a flash, nearly diving toward the tree. Kelowna didn’t have Christmas and it was a real shame too. Picking up one of the packages he’d wrapped for Jack, he handed it to him before reaching for one that had his name on it.
“Wait. Save that one for last.”
Jonas looked at the large box in curiosity but did as Jack requested.
Most of the presents they opened where odds and ends. Jack purchased several sweaters for Jonas, but it was the edible underwear that caused him to blush.
Jack just shrugged and grinned evilly. “I like strawberry.”
“I’ll bet you do.”
Jack opened up some t-shirts, a couple pairs of jeans, and a new shaving set. He’d wondered how Jonas would fare with gift purchasing. Like everything else he tried, he’d done amazingly well.
Now, they were each down to one gift and Jack sat on the floor next to his lover. His knees complained, but he staunchly ignored them. “Last one,” he said, nodding toward the box. “You first.” He watched intently as Jonas picked up the large box, unwrapped it and gazed, open-mouthed, at the contents. “According to Amazon.com, that’s every book ever written by Tolkien.” Jack knew he’d been in awe of the movie so buying Jonas the books seemed only fitting.
For Jonas’ part, all he could do was stare. The box had been heavy but he’d never dreamed that Jack would purchase books for him. Not ever. And now he had every book ever written by Tolkien. “Th-thank you.” Impulsively, he moved around the box and hugged the other man tightly. “You didn’t have to do this.”
“I know,” Jack said, returning the embrace. “But it’s Christmas and all. I had to do something.”
Jonas pulled away but not before giving Jack a kiss that expressed his emotions. Jack hid his behind sarcasm and wit, but every once in a while, something like this popped up and Jonas knew exactly how Jack felt for him. “Your turn,” he exclaimed after the kiss ended. He sat back and pushed the last box toward him.
With the enthusiasm of a kid, Jack tore into the box. He tossed packing peanuts on the floor with careless abandon. He had no idea what to expect but he was having fun getting there. When his hand brushed against the first object, he pulled it out and his eyes literally beamed with happiness. “Doh! Season Three of The Simpson’s. Jonas!”
“Keep going,” Jonas encouraged, nodding toward the box. He was getting as much pleasure out of watching Jack’s face as Jack was opening the present.
Jack pulled out Season Two, then Season Four, and nearly fell over when Jonas indicated there was more. Season One was next and then Season Five. “Jonas, I… um…”
“One more,” he said softly.
Jack reached inside and pulled out ‘Christmas with The Simpson’s’. He swallowed hard and took in the booty around him. “How did you? When?”
“Sam drove me to Best Buy and there’s this neat store that wraps everything for you. We had to wrap it before we brought it home because you snoop.”
“I do not.”
Jonas merely lifted a brow and shook his finger at him. “Now Jack…” But that was all he could say as he was embraced and kissed with as much abandon as Jack used to attack his gift. Jonas Quinn was soon to experience first hand how Jack O’Neill showed his gratitude. He resolved to buy the man The Simpson’s every chance he got.
Day gave way to evening and the men spent Christmas sharing the couch. Jack watched his DVDs, and Jonas read, happily. The younger man wasn’t surprised when the elder’s fingers started tracing patters on his chest. Jonas had been using him as a pillow most of the day.
“Is Christmas always like this?” the Kelownan asked.
Jack took the remote and pushed pause. Shaking his head, he said in all honesty, “No. Not always. Most of the time the holiday is… well…”
“A painful reminder?”
Jack merely nodded.
Jonas knew the look, set down his book, and sat up. Cupping Jack’s face in his hands, he said, “Well this one… this one was very good.”
Jack snaked his arm around Jonas’ torso and pulled him close. “Oh yeah,” he growled, “And it’s going to end even better.”