Here's a one shot sequel to Celebrating The Fourth. I thought it would be fun to take a look at Jack and Sam when he is feeling just a bit better. I hope you enjoy it. Gregg.

Disclaimer: I don't own, or profit from, these characters or franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Sam walked into the living room of Jack's house to see him sitting on his couch, slouched just a bit as he was sitting on one of those inflatable donuts that no one liked, but made such a difference. She'd been helping him for a few days now, and every time she saw him she was reminded of the rather impressive view of his bare ass, arrow wound notwithstanding, that she'd gotten back at the SGC Infirmary. She licked her lips at the sight of him now, sitting there in just a skimpy pair of loose running shorts. She could just make out his package, sadly hidden in the bagginess of the shorts. She shook her head and cleared her throat.

Jack was startled out of watching the latest episode of the Simpson's, which he'd had recorded the other day and was now enjoying. He sighed as he saw Carter standing there in a tank top and short shorts. He was sure she was doing it on purpose to drive him nuts. He felt a stirring down below, so he immediately imagined Hammond in a tutu and the stirring stopped. His ass hurt enough as it was, he didn't need Carter to kick it into oblivion.

"Something wrong, Carter?" he inquired in that peevish tone he got when his favorite show was interrupted.

She smirked at his tone. "I just wanted to see if you needed anything, Sir," she said, her hands on her hips. "I'm about to go take a shower and shave my legs." She added that last to see what kind of reaction she would get. She wasn't disappointed.

"Oh?" Jack's voice rose a couple of octaves as he ran his eyes up and down her legs in silent appreciation. Damn regs! He winced as a sharp pain shot through his wounded ass cheek. Damn Daniel!

"Uh, huh," she said, a sultry smile looking down on her CO. "I should be out in about twenty minutes or so."

"Okay, I'm fine right here, Carter," Jack managed to squeak out, his voice now at a very high pitch. He watched as she walked away, her hips swaying in a very tantalizing manner. This time when there was a stirring, he didn't do anything to squelch it.

In the shower Sam chuckled at the expression on Jack's face when she told him she was going to take a shower and shave her legs. It was priceless, along with the long, lingering look up her legs he gave. She'd practically felt his eyes on her ass as she walked out of the living room and down the hall. What Jack didn't know was that the day before she'd had a long talk with General Hammond about the regs, and how she was no longer willing to wait on a hoped for change. She wanted to be with Jack now, and she felt that after all the times that they had prevented Earth from falling to the Goa'uld, in spite of their feelings for each other, then the military owed them this. Hammond had spent some time on the red phone with the President and now it was all done. The frat regs no longer applied to personnel assigned to the SGC. Sam knew just how she was going to let Jack know about the change in policy. Was he in for a shocking surprise!

Jack had finally settled down after admonishing an errant piece of his anatomy to cool it. Now he was sipping his cold Guinness, and enjoying his favorite show. He was still grumbling about not being able to spend time in his Simpson's Shrine as there was no comfortable seats in there and the donut wouldn't make much of a difference on those seats. He made a mental note to subject Daniel to a full week long marathon of the Simpson's for this outrage. Space Monkey hated the Simpson's, so that would be the perfect punishment for the wounded ass that he was suffering from, thanks to his archaeologist friend. To be fair, though, the fact that Carter was taking care of him, and staying at the house 24/7 was a definite plus, so he could maybe reduce the punishment to five days instead of a whole week. Hearing someone come into the living room from the hall he turned his head and almost had a massive stroke. As it was his eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and his dick was instantly at attention. There was Carter standing there fully nude! NAKED! CARTER! NAKED! A NAKED CARTER!

Sam stood there and let him drink in the sight of her naked body. She herself was enjoying the very prominent tent that was pitched in her honor, and could hardly wait to get his shorts off and get a really good look, as well as feel, of what was definitely going to be a very impressive cock. She could feel herself becoming even more aroused as her nipples hardened even more, and a rush of moisture pooled between her legs. The throbbing of her clit cried out for some relief, but she tamped that down and focused on what she was going to do.

"You like, Sir?" she asked, adding a sexy purr to her voice.

Jack's mouth was dry, his eyes refused to focus on anything but Carter's naked body, and his mind was total mush, but he managed to nod his head vigorously. Hell yes he liked! Carter's body almost glistened in the light streaming through the window, making it obvious that she had spent some time putting some lotion on. She had the most beautiful body that he'd ever seen!

"I think it's time for you to have a little reward for being such a cooperative patient," she purred, slowly walking towards him, that extra sway in her hips.

"Reward?" Jack croaked out, barely able to trust his ears when she said that.

"Reward number one, you get to see me naked," Carter explained as she turned all the way around and back, letting him get a good look at her ass, too.

Jack was mesmerized. What an ass! A NAKED ass! "That's quite the reward, Carter," he managed to get out in a very shaky voice. As it was he was lucky that he hadn't already exploded in his shorts! He felt like he was some horn dog teenager again! So much for all that bad ass black ops training!

"That's only part one, Sir," she smirked, coming a bit closer. "Part two, since you're unable to really perform up to par, is a nice, soothing blowjob. How does that sound?" The purr was back in her voice again.

Jack's jaw dropped almost to the floor. A blowjob? From Carter? A blowjob from Carter? Oh my God! "Sounds great!" he got out, his voice still not too cooperative. Daniel's punishment was definitely on the descent towards time served.

Sam rolled her eyes. Men were so predictable. Offer them a blowjob and they were putty in your hands. Of course, she enjoyed going down on a guy, and had dreamed of doing so on Colonel Jack O'Neill since the day she had first met him. "Stand up," she ordered. She watched as he slowly, and a bit painfully, stood up in front of her. Getting down on her knees, she hooked her hands in the waistband of his shorts and slowly pulled them down, over his jutting hard on, making sure that the wound on his ass was not touched. His cock, which was revealed to her, finally, was as impressive as she had thought it would be. Long, thick, and deliciously hard right in front of her. "Sit down," she directed. Once he slowly did so, she shuffled forward on her knees between his legs and leaned down, breathing in his intoxicating scent. She looked up at him, a sexy smile on her lips. "Ready?" she asked as she cupped his balls in one hand and grasped his cock in the other giving it a couple of firm strokes, learning him by feel.

"I've been ready for years, Carter!" he said, his voice now returned in full vigor. He was in shock over this happening, but he wasn't a fool. No way was he going to mess this up!

"Good," she said as she laved her tongue from his base to the tip, swirling her tongue around the head, teasing him before she took him in. She spent a few moments taking in more and more of his length as she bobbed her head back and forth. His musky male scent enhanced his taste, and she enjoyed the experience, as well as knowing he was right on the edge from the start. She used one hand to stroke him in time with her mouth moving up and down his cock, while she massaged his balls with her other hand. She could tell he was close by the tenseness in his body, as well as tasting the copious amounts of pre-cum that he was already leaking into her ravenous mouth. Taking him out of her mouth, she looked up at his face, enjoying the look of pure rapture she saw there. She kept stroking him, making sure that he didn't lose his level of arousal.

"I talked to Hammond yesterday," she said, timing her words to maximum effect.

Jack's eyes snapped open and he looked down at her incredulously, noting that she was still taking care of business, though not like she was a moment ago. "You're bringing up Hammond NOW?" he asked, not quite believing it. He thought of every dirty fantasy involving Carter he'd ever had in order not to let Junior take a nosedive at the mention of Hammond now of all times. It was a close call, but fantasies won out.

"MmHmm," she murmured as she took him back in deep, knowing the slight vibrations would drive him wild.

"Oh, God, Carter! You are so HOT!" Jack said as he slid his fingers into her blond hair. He tried not to tense too much, as the resulting flexing of his ass would be too painful, and end the festivities far too soon.

Sam appreciated that he didn't grab her hair and try to dominate, like so many men tried to do. Roughness had a place and time in sex, but not when a guys cock was going back and forth in your mouth, near the throat even. If she was going to deep throat a guy, then she wanted to be in control of that, not the other way around. She took him all the way in, her nose ticked by his pubic hair just above his groin.

Jack was in shock, and Nirvana. Carter was deep throating him! He couldn't recall any woman doing that before, though a few had come close. This wasn't going to last much longer, though. He was too close to the edge. He needed the release or he would die in agony! Tapping her head softly, he, with a nod, let her know that he was about to cum, leaving what would happen up to her. To his surprise, and pleasure, she sped up her actions.

Sam knew what he had been getting at when he tapped her head. No way was she going to let his cum go to waste! She'd dreamed of having all of him for years, and now was her chance. She sped up her motion, and used her tongue to perfection on the most sensitive part of his cock. She felt him swell and lengthen, then explode in her mouth. She rapidly swallowed his thick, salty load, not losing any in the process. She kept him in her mouth as she slowly worked him down from the high, cleaning him off a bit, too. When she finally released him she looked up at the awestruck look on his face.

"How was that for a reward?" she asked, snaking her tongue out to catch a drop of his cum that was still on the tip of his cock.

"I'm not going to lose my pension when we get court martialed, am I?" Jack asked breathlessly.

Sam grinned, her hands still on him. "That's the best part," she informed him. "I told Hammond we would quit if the regs weren't changed since the military owed us this."

"Huh?" he asked, totally bewildered by this turn of events. What the Hell did she do? Was he now unemployed?

"He agreed and called the President," Sam continued, still stroking the flaccid cock in her hand. She knew he wouldn't recover that quickly, and this was all for now due to his injury, but she couldn't take her hands away from him at the moment. "The frat regs no longer apply to the SGC."

"So we get to play wounded flyboy ultra HOT nurse until I'm able to perform at my usual high standards," Jack asked, a grin coming to his face.

Sam's eyes flashed in arousal at the images that that scenario created in her mind. "That could be arranged," she told him. "Does the wounded flyboy believe in returning the favor?"

"Anytime, anywhere, Carter!" Jack responded enthusiastically. Then he winced. "But for now, how about a little cuddle? My ass won't take much more for now."

Sam stood up, once more revealing her full body to him. She sat down on the couch beside him, leaning against him, angled slightly towards him, pressing her right breast into his side. She took his right hand and guided it to her left breasts, sighing when he cupped her breast in his large hand, giving it a massaging squeeze. Now all was right with the world.

Jack made a mental note to send a fruit basket to the President. Anyone who made it possible for him to be blown by Carter, and then cuddle and fondle said Carter, deserved a good sized fruit basket in his opinion. Daniel would be getting one, too. This was the best Fourth of July holiday season he'd ever had!

A/N: There it is. Sam got her hands on Jack, and now Jack has something to really celebrate about, despite the arrow shot in the ass. I hope you enjoyed this short sequel. Gregg.