Disclaimer: the characters presented in this story are fictional. Any relationship to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. These characters belong to MGM and are not mine. The personal views of the characters in this story are not necessarily the views of the characters as they are presented in their mainstream story.
Pairing: Mitchell/nameless grandfather This story is set following the events set for in the film Continuum.
They stood together, the three of them gazing out through the massive hole across the passing ocean. The bosun and captain were still unsure what had actually happened. There were four dead bodies in strange outfits, a large ring device standing over the whole scene and a strange ball among the dead.
Mitchell came to his senses after a few seconds, turned, scrambled over the debris, grabbed the ball and threw it out the open side of the ship. The other two watched, bewildered.
"What was that?" queried the captain.
"An explosive device that would have sunk the ship and killed everyone on board", answered Mitchell.
The captain regarded him for a moment, somewhat stunned at the physical resemblance to him and his family. This was a "friend of the family"?
"Bosun, sound the ship and ensure we can make port safely, despite the damage. You," he said, glaring at Mitchell, "you're with me."
They made their way to the captain's room near the bridge. The captain checked his charts, noted the time and then called to the bridge to adjust their heading 30 degrees to starboard in 10 minutes.
"Now we have some time. Who are you and how did you get on my ship?"
Mitchell breathed deep. There was time now. Given all that had happened, it was possible there was nothing but time. All the tangents in the timeline made by Baal hopefully were undone and the observatory was destroyed.
"I managed to get onto the ship once I knew the device was being shipped on it. The device was found in Egypt in 1928 and there has been talk that it was a transport device. Other finds at the dig in Egypt suggested that those who come through it may be hostile. I came on board to ensure that nothing happened on the voyage."
"I didn't even know what was in that crate, let alone any danger involved," growled the captain. "The security of my vessel and my crew was put at risk and no one had the courtesy to tell me?"
Mitchell stayed silent.
"Son, you're on my vessel. I want any and all information that relates to the safety of this crew".
Mitchell took a moment.
"I can't tell everything. There are other security issues, too. Just know that in the process of ensuring that this attack was stopped, I lost my team and my family. Four of us found out about the planned attack and did all we could to stop it occurring –". He began to choke up as he thought of Teal'c, Sam and Daniel all being slaughtered by K'tesh and her jaffa. He had barely made it through the gate himself.
"I'm sorry, sir," he said quietly, with lip slightly trembling.
It's ok, son," said the captain gently. "You and your team must have been pretty close."
"We went through a lot together, both good and bad. They were almost closer than my own family"
A knock came at the door.
"Come."
The bosun entered the small cabin.
"Sir, the ship is sound enough to make port. What should I do with the bodies?"
The captain glanced at Mitchell.
"Put them in the hold – if there are no objections." Mitchell shook his head. There was no point hiding them from anyone now. The military knew about the possibility of aliens using the gate already.
"Bosun. Take this man to one of the spare cabins and let him rest. He saved our lives tonight."
Mitchell nodded his thanks and turned to leave.
A sharp rap on the door jolted Mitchell awake. The bosun's voice boomed through the door, `Captain's quarters, now!"
Mitchell made his way up after dressing and stood opposite the captain.
"I won't have stowaways," he said. "You pull your weight and do what you're told. We're still several days from port"
"Yes sir!" replied Mitchell.
After being fed and watered in the galley, Mitchell set about his tasks. By evening, he was done and tired. He ate with the crew, then retired to his cabin, cleaned up and sat down to relax. Again, the weight of his loneliness and isolation filled his mind. His eyes brimmed and his lip began to tremble at the loss of his team. He remembered his times with Daniel and his cock began to twitch. He gave it a mindless squeeze.
A knock at the door brought him back to reality. He opened the door and the captain entered.
"Good job today, the crew are impressed," the captain stated. He then saw Mitchell's eyes, red and brimming. "You thinking of your team?" he queried, closing the door behind him
Mitchell nodded silently, then squeezed his eyes closed as tears began to run.
The captain stretched out a hand to Mitchell's shoulder for comfort, but Mitchell grabbed the captain in a full embrace, his body wracked with sobs. The captain held him for a moment and began to admire Mitchell's form: well built, strong, a great hand to have on the ship.
Mitchell calmed down again and noticed the captain's odour: masculine, the smell of machinery, but nothing unpleasant. He was reminded of Daniel again and his cock rose. He didn't really care, he was just going to enjoy the moment.
The captain began to feel Mitchell's bulge and felt his own dick rise. He'd been at sea for weeks with a lot of secrecy and the danger of u-boats ever present in his mind. He felt secure in Mitchell's embrace and found it comforting.
Mitchell continued to breathe deeply of the captain's scent and nuzzled his neck to get more, his whiskers brushing over the bare skin of his own grandfather. While somewhat aware of who he was with, he was getting caught up in the moment. His cock swelled further and began to stretch the fabric of his pants. He noticed the captain's bulging crotch pulsing on his own and pressed in.
Mitchell's beard on his neck was a stimulation he had never had before and his sensitivity to it caused his own pride to expand to full hardness. He began to release Mitchell and hoped he wouldn't notice, but Mitchell didn't let him go that easily. Mitchell pressed in slightly, which caused his piece throb in response and he began to give himself over to the sensations filling his body.
Mitchell continued to stroke his grandfather's neck with his beard, while inhaling the intoxicating smell of man. He felt the captain relax a bit, which he took as a signal to continue. He brought his hand down, along the captain's back, then around to his groin. He rubbed his hand firmly over the bulging outline of the captain's cock who responded with a light gasp of pleasure.
No words were spoken between the two, just a shared understanding of the need for comfort. Mitchell brought his other hand down and began to undo the captain's trousers. He pushed them down, followed by his long johns. The stiff cock sprang up as if on parade, a handsome, cut piece around 7" long. Mitchell wrapped his hand around it and began to stroke. The scent of masculinity filled his nose; he had missed this. He continued to firmly but slowly pump the captain's cock before bringing his face closer and pressing his tongue firmly on the underside of the head and licking up. The older man moaned. Mitchell continued, making longer strokes with his tongue up the length, swishing around the top, before finally enveloping the head in his mouth and suckling.
The captain looked down on the head that was now gently moving up and down his rod. This man was skilled. Clearly he had done this before. He moved his hands over Mitchell's shoulders and along his upper arms. Mitchell's tongue caressed his length as his mouth enveloped his cock with warm softness.
Mitchell withdrew from the captain's meat and moved down to his ballsack, nuzzling with his nose and stubbled chin. He lifted each orb with his tongue, then gave the cock a long lick from base to tip and back down again. He did this twice more before enveloping the length once more fully into his mouth and moving up and down on it. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, motivating Mitchell to increase the pace just a little.
The captain began to withdraw from Mitchell, not wanting to blow too soon. He lifted Mitchell up and proceeded to undo his trousers. Mitchell's pride jutted out from underneath his underwear and the the captain peeled the trunks down to reveal the throbbing member. He inhaled the manly scent of Cam's groin and took his cock in his hand, moving it up and down, causing Mitchell to inhale deeply in pleasure. The captain then began to lick the head before enclosing the head in his mouth. He moved his mouth slowly down the length of Cam's hot dick, ensuring every inch was covered. He then moved his lips up and down, running his tongue along the underside, eliciting groans from Cam.
Cam only took a few minutes of this treatment. He knew what he wanted and was not going to let this opportunity pass. He loaded his fingers with spit and moved them down to coat his hole, trying to make it as slick as possible. He then lifted the captain up before dropping to his knees and swallowing his cock again. He continued to massage his asshole and ensured he was coating the captain's meat fully. He then stood, grabbed a hold of the captain's cock, turned around and aimed the head at his wet and ready hole.
The captain was oblivious to all else, but the waiting man in front of him, bent over the bunk and firmly, but gently pulling his manhood toward the puckered hole. The head slid in effortlessly. The captain took a hold of Cam's hips and began to push further forward, stopping for a moment, withdrawing a little then pushing deeper once more. The warmth and softness of Cam's ass was like nothing he'd ever felt and it felt like it was pulling him deeper and deeper. Soon he was as deep as he could go and he gently began to thrust into this man who resembled him so strongly. He didn't focus on this, but only on the immense pleasure his dick in Mitchell's ass was bringing him.
As Cam accommodated his grandad's cock, the thrusts increased in pressure and intensity and Cam pushed back to meet them. His own dick dripped pre on his blankets and Cam was reminded of Daniel's meat sliding in and out of him. He groaned lightly at the memory and the sensation he was enjoying. The captain was also beginning to grunt as he buried his bone again and again in Cam's ass. Cam reached around and spread his ass cheeks, allowing further access to his hole. The captain groaned at the extra sensation and Cam knew, he was getting close. He let his cheeks close again and began to stroke his cock, which was bouncing at the pounding he was getting.
Despite not wanting this fuck to end, Cam knew it couldn't go on all night. He beat his meat harder and felt the cum rise from his balls. He began to huff as orgasm consumed him and his ass clenched around the invader.
"Ungh!!" he grunted as his load exploded out of the tip of his cock and layered ropes of cum across the blankets below him. His hole constricted on each shot pushing the captain over the edge.
The captain gasped as the hole around his cock gripped and released him several times and he lost control. He grabbed Cam's hips and pulled him in close, grunting long and blasting his cum into Mitchell's rectum. His body shuddered in ecstasy as his orgasm subsided and he lay his arms on Cam's back, panting intently.
As their high passed, the captain withdrew his spent cock from Cam's dripping hole.
"That was amazing", he whispered. "Are you ok?"
Cam collected himself and stood upright. "Yeah, I'm fine. It brought back some good memories believe it or not."
The captain wondered what Cam meant by that statement, but kept the question to himself. However, one question would not leave him.
"I gotta know. Who are you really?"
"I can't tell you," muttered Cam, "for the same security reasons that I can't tell you much else. There is a lot at stake."
They dressed and as his grandfather reached for the door to leave, Cam touched his shoulder causing him to pause and turn. Mitchell stepped forward and embraced his granddad once more tightly, but with no further word. The captain hugged him back, then they released each other and the skipper returned to his duty post. Cam quickly washed up, then climbed into bed and crashed out for the night.
The next few days were uneventful as the ship completed the crossing. Cam and his grandfather met only once more for another session, but apart from that, they simply talked during personal time or as part of duties. Their bond, however, became closer, though only Cameron knew the significance.