He pushes me against the wall and I bring both hands up, forming fists around his wrists. He pushes his face closer to mine, breathing hard and letting his hot breath wash over my face. "In case you're wondering," he breaths, "I'm the one in charge here." He pulls my arms up and holds them above my head; a move I could easily break if I was so inclined. Holding both hands with his one, he slides the other hand down my chest, over the bulge in my jumpsuit trousers. I gasp involuntarily as he undoes the catch, pulling down the zipper and letting my hardness flip free. He grasps me, pressing his face to the hollow of my throat. "I'm in charge," he whispers.
I close my eyes as I feel him grip me. He jerks with slow, even, steady strokes and I'm groaning wantonly by the time he drops to his knees. I am no longer his prisoner. I can flee. Instead, I press my back against the wall and close my eyes.
His mouth is warm, wet, hungry, taking all of me in only a few short swipes. I feel his tongue on the head of my cock and I groan.
I feel his hands on my balls and spread my legs. His tongue laps at me, coaxing the come from deep inside. I groan, closing my hand on his shoulder as I buck against the wall. My come fills his mouth, my jaw dropping at the unexpected explosion. He rises to his feet, licking his lips before pulling me in for a kiss. He forces his tongue into my mouth, making me taste myself. I groan and reach down, groping him through his own trousers. "No," he says. "Another time. Not now."
"Please," I say, almost begging.
He kisses me again and says, "I say when."
I nod, speechless as what has just occured.
He massages the back of my neck with slow, sure fingers. "I'll talk to General Hammond. See about getting you assigned to my team."
The thought of spending long periods of time with Colonel O'Neill fills me with anticipation. "I would... like that very much."
He smiles and steps back, helping me redress myself. He looks me over again, then turns and walks out of the room.
I sit on the bed. I may have been First Prime to Apophis, but for O'Neill... I would give up my position as the leader.
He was in charge.