Part 1
General Hammond stood at the base of the gate ramp, his hand clenched into a fist by his side. Dr Frasier and her small team were on stand by. SG-1 were coming back home, earlier than anticipated - a *lot* earlier.
The team finally emerged through the shimmering blue wall; Teal’c assisting the injured Samantha Carter through the vortex while Daniel had a firm arm around Jack O’Neill's waist, his other hand secured the colonel’s arm across his shoulder.
“Medic!” The anthropologist stumbled under the leaden weight of his friend until they both came crashing down onto the harsh metal ramp grate. Daniel let out a soft cry as he rolled onto his back, his arm flung out in weary abandonment as his head crunched against the unforgiving metal. A young nurse knelt over him as he lay there, trying to get his bearings. Teal’c, he could sense, was on his right somewhere amongst the rabble of people and he knew if the Jaffa was there, Carter was safely home too. He rolled his head to the left to see Jack. All he could see was Janet though and she was frantically working on the unconscious man, but it seemed to no avail.
With the little strength remaining in him Daniel curled his fingers through the grate and used it to help pull himself up, then he dragged himself the short distance to his friend. He could hear Janet’s frantic orders, barked in a voice that immediately told the room that she was not happy with the state of this patient.
Daniel crawled along Jack's outstretched arm, stopping when his hand was digging into Daniel's stomach and the anthropologist’s lips could reach the blood covered ear.
“Jack, for gods sake - wake up!” He cried softly, fighting off everyone who tried to pull him away. “Jack.. wake up!” The anthropologist’s mouth pressed against the torn ear, his lips quivering as tears fell down his cheek. Janet reached forward and pulled Daniel back slightly, seeing the river of red that lined his lip and dripped down his chin. She shook her head at him and he blurted out tearfully as he buried his face against Jack's ear once more, the metallic taste registering on his tongue.
“God.. NO! Jack!” He sobbed hysterically. “Wake up!” He pushed back slightly, his eyes angry now as he looked down at the dead man on the ramp. Pressing his lips together he swallowed, tasting Jack's blood in his mouth. “You bastard, wake up!” He cried again, blood splattering from his lips as he spoke then reached forward and shook the colonel…..
“Hun, wake up!”
“SHIT!” Jack sat upright in bed then looked around at the man beside him. “Philip,” he sighed, flopping backwards onto his pillow and covering his face with his hands.
“You were having a nightmare,” Phil said, lying beside him with his head propped up onto one hand. Jack peered through his fingers at the sleepy face beside him.
“I woke you up?” he asked quietly, uncovering his face completely and touching Phil’s cheek with one hand. “I’m sorry, baby..”
A small smile flittered across Philip’s lips. “Actually I was already awake…”
Jack looked around at the clock. It was almost three in the morning.
“Babe, come to bed,” Jack said softly, shifting over to invite his lover under the sheets with him. Philip shook his head as he gave Jack a smile.
“I can’t. I’m just fidgeting and I keep waking you up with my coughing. It’s better that I stay in the spare room tonight..”
“Again?”
Philip nodded then he cupped Jack's face in his hand as he whispered, “I love you.”
The older man nodded then sighed as he toyed with the raven hair perched on the bare smooth shoulder. “Come to bed then.. Show me..” Jack said, almost pleadingly. Phil’s eyes grew cold as he sighed and rolled off the bed.
“Jesus Jack! It’s three in the damn morning and all you can think of is sex!”
The colonel rolled his eyes. “Thinking’s all I can do these days..” He mumbled. It was just loud enough to catch the artist’s ear.
“What?”
The colonel shook his head then looked up, a little hardness had crept into his eyes now too. “Forget it.”
Philip sighed, brushing his long hair out of his eyes. “Jack, I’m just.. You know what it’s like when you have a cold… The last thing you want is to be intimate…”
“Phil, you’ve had this damn cold for a while now..”
“Don’t you think I know that? Christ, I’m the one coughing up a damn lung here!”
The colonel held his hands out to stop the torrent of anger he knew Philip was capable of. “Hey, I don’t want to fight. Not tonight!” He said then rolled onto his side, facing away from Philip. “I have to go on a goddamn mission tomorrow so could you switch off the light as you leave..”
“Don’t let the door hit my ass on the way out, you mean?” Philip said curtly. Jack rolled over and peered at him through tired eyes.
“I want you in my bed tonight. I’m sorry if that thought abhors you…” He rolled away again, leaving Philip standing by the side of the bed. He was dumbstruck, the fights with Jack were getting more and more frequent but they never lasted long as Jack always sighed and reneged on it, choosing to turn away than to stand and fight. That, in itself, showed Philip just how weary he’d grown over the seven month relationship. That Jack O’Neill would pass up a good fight clearly showed that he was getting to a point of having no fight left within him.
He left the room, closing the door quietly behind him then went to the room down the hall and settled himself back into the spare room. This room had been commandeered by him in the early stages of their time together for a studio. Jack was supportive of him taking the room as his own, even helping by moving a lot of his stuff from the room and placing it in his study instead. He paid for the paint Philip chose to redecorate with and then he didn’t object when Phil asked if he could paint a mural on the wall. Not an overly huge one, but it was a sweet picture of the two of them, cheek to cheek, created from a photo that never existed. Philip just painted both faces from memory - his own he needed a mirror for but he could simply close his eyes and see Jack's face- every flaw, every wrinkle, every smile. He loved Jack so much that the work of art became a labor of love, dedicated to his lover on their fifth month anniversary. Now he sat there and stared at the picture a while before he turned back to his sketching desk, picking up a piece of charcoal and hitting play on the c.d. player beside him.
*
Jack entered the room in the early hours of the morning. He was already showered, shaved and dressed for work. Philip was face down on the small bed in the corner of the room, his body flopped on the bed like he almost didn’t make it in time before dropping off to sleep. He was still fully dressed and was lying over the top of the bedding. Jack looked at the work on the desk as he reached out and switched off the lamp. He frowned. That wasn’t a face he recognized on the paper. He looked across the room at his sleeping lover and wondered if he should wake him to say good bye or just leave him asleep. Considering the very early hour, he decided to leave him to sleep and instead he scrawled a note onto a clean piece of paper on his desk. Turning from the dim room he was pulling the door closed when he heard, “Jack?”
He opened the door again and saw Philip pushing up into a sitting position.
“I’m just about to go. I left you a note..”
Rubbing his face with his hand, Philip asked, disappointedly, “a note?” He got up and stumbled groggily to the desk, reading the note in the yellow glow of light from the hall. He turned to Jack and smiled dopily. “I love you, too..” he said as he walked over to the door. Jack shrugged.
“I just didn’t see the point in waking you,” he said as his eyes traced over the features of the handsome face before him. He noted the stubble on Phil’s cheek and jaw, loving the way it made him look, especially with eyes that looked half closed.
“Please, always wake me. I’d hate to wake up and find you’re gone for four or five days…”
Jack nodded. “I’ll remember that,” he told him. Philip smiled then stepped into the hall way with him.
“Do you have time for a coffee?”
“Ah, no. I really need to go now..”
The artist bit his lip lightly then asked, “Can I drive you in?”
“What for?” Jack frowned.
Philip shrugged. “So I get to be with you a little longer?”
Jack was genuinely surprised. “Oh? Um, sure…” he said as he passed his keys to his lover. “Knock yourself out.”
Philip smiled then cupped Jack's face unexpectedly, pulling them into a kiss before the colonel knew what they were doing. Jack savored the taste of his lover, it had been a while since they’d kissed deeply, Philip was always pulling away from him or limiting their necking sessions to tongue-less kisses. He cuddled his lover a little closer, moaning softly as Philip stepped back against the wall. Jack pressed his entire body against the younger man’s now and pinned him to the wall. He felt the tug on his body as Philip hitched himself up using Jack's chest to hold himself in place as he wrapped his legs around Jack's hips. The colonel moaned again, thrusting his hips into a better angle to hold Philip where he was. He shifted his legs as well, stepping one ahead slightly to ensure Philip didn’t slide down the wall again. They remained there, Philip totally pinned to the wall by his lover while Jack's whole body strained to hold him up as his mouth devoured him. Philip shook his face to break the deep kiss and he spoke without breath as he asked, “You sure you have to go *right* now?”
“What do you have in mind?” The colonel purred.
“Got something I want to show you..” Phil said with a wicked grin. Jack's face tugged into a salacious smile as well.
“And that would be….?” He asked, playing along.
“Come with me and let me show you,” Phil said, wriggling to get his feet back onto the ground again. Jack stepped back and allowed his lover to drag him back to the bedroom.
Philip was walking backwards, his hands undoing Jack's fly as they neared the bed.
“You fully intend on making me late, don’t you?” Jack asked as Philip yanked his pants off him, none too gently, before he knelt back onto the bed. The artist rubbed the hardened shaft within the cotton boxer shorts then he reached forward and bit the stem through the cloth.
“Well, I fully intend to have you cock in my mouth until you come down my throat..” He gave a lop-sided smile as he shrugged, a little coyly, “how long that takes is entirely up to you…”
Jack growled as he gripped his fingers into the black hair, guiding the head closer to his groin. “Keep talking like that and it’s over before it begins..”
Philip’s lop-sided smile grew larger. “Then shut up and take your pants off for me..” He traced his fingertip along the trail of coarse hair from Jack's navel to the top of the boxer shorts. Jack's eyes closed slowly as he obeyed his forthright lover by tucking his thumbs into the top of his shorts and pushing them down over his rump for him. The shaft bobbed once it was free and Philip’s eyes grew larger and darker at the sight of it.
“Yum..” He sighed, reaching forward and rubbing his cheek along the side of the thick muscle. Jack held his breath as the anticipation grew within him. Phil’s mouth, wet and warm, slipped up the side of the silken shaft then brushed the dark tip momentarily before he lined himself up and engulfed Jack, right down to the back of his throat, in one swallow. Jack growled loudly, his hands tightening on the head, holding Philip there until he felt the throat relax around his tip then he released the grip slightly and Philip started his movements. Jack looked down and watched the way his wet shaft slipped in and out of his lover’s mouth. He watched as Philip used one hand to pump the muscle in between breaths before he’d look up at him, making sure he was being watched, then he’d tease Jack by touching the head with the tip of his tongue. The colonel’s response was predictable but exactly what Philip wanted. He moaned, closed his eyes momentarily before opening them again to look down at him once more. Philip smiled then engulfed the shaft, swallowing it slowly this time, allowing the spasms of his tongue during the swallows to increase Jack's pleasure.
“What about you..?” The colonel asked huskily. Philip gripped the shaft in his hand as he pulled back, and while they talked he continued to pump Jack, bringing him nearer the abyss.
“I’m fine,” he told him with a wanton smile. “This.. this is my pleasure..”
“But we could do it that way you like.. I… I .. c- could..” Jack's eyes shut again as he lost thought momentarily while Philip pumped him slowly. The kneeling man smiled broadly, loving the effect his actions were having on his lover.
“You were saying?” He teased Jack after a few moments. The brown eyes opened slowly, taking a moment to focus.
“I.. ugh.. I can .. do..” He heard Philip’s soft chuckle and rolled his eyes, abandoning all attempts to talk at the moment. The younger man’s hand squeezed the muscle, his thumb brushing up the long length as he leaned forward and swallowed Jack once more. The colonel’s fingers tightened in the black hair and he suddenly jerked, spilling his load into Phil’s awaiting mouth as he shivered then trembled. Philip cleaned him up with his tongue then he reluctantly surrendered the semi-flaccid shaft, letting it fall, wet and gleaming, against Jack's dark sac. He blew lightly over the groin, watching the way Jack's thighs twitched at that stimuli, then he inched the underwear back into place before tugging the pants back up, over Jack's rump then fastened the button and zip for him. With a loud growl Jack allowed himself to flop onto the bed beside his kneeling lover and Philip turned and straddled the supine body, reaching forward to pin Jack's wrists to the bed. The colonel grinned at him.
“You make it so hard to leave,” he said, looking over the sharp, dark features of the almost-pretty face above him. Philip smiled shyly then reached down and kissed Jack's partly opened lips.
“Just think about the coming home though..” he said with a suggestive smile. Jack tugged his hands free from the grasp then touched the side of Philip’s face lightly.
“I’m sorry I go away so much at the moment,” he said. Philip shrugged.
“I hate you going, it gets me in knots, and I miss you while you’re gone, but - you know, I think it does us good to be apart now and again,” he said, rolling off Jack and lying beside him, staring up at the ceiling with his hand flopped out across the larger man’s chest.
“You do?” Jack asked, rolling onto his side to face his lover once more.
Philip tucked one hand beneath his head and turned to look at him. “I think it’s good in all relationships to have some time apart..”
Jack nodded then shook his head quickly. “No, no.. I mean, about the knotted up bit..”
“Oh,” Philip said with a nod. “Well, of course! I love being with you, Jack, and I have to confess that the thought of you going away every few days for days on end does get me all churned up,” he said , waving his hand around by his stomach to illustrate his point. “But I accept it’s part of your job… Part of you..”
“You ever get lonely?” Jack asked, diverting his eyes as he traced along a vein that sat up against the inside of Philip’s elbow, following along it until the thick blue vein disappeared at the bulge of bicep muscle.
“All the time when you’re not with me.”
Jack looked up and met his eyes as he gave a sharp nod. “Me too.”
Philip smiled at that then rolled onto his side as he cupped Jack's face in his hand. “Well, at least you have Daniel and that Teal’c guy and Samantha to keep you company..”
“You have your friends..” Jack said, a little curious as he’d noticed of late that Philip rarely went out like he used to. With a slight roll of his eyes, Philip gave Jack more suspicion. “What’s happened?” He asked as he perched himself up onto his elbow.
Shaking his head, Philip started to get up off the bed. “You don’t have time for this now Jack..”
The colonel held him back by his shoulder and said, “I’m making the time!”
Philip sighed then rolled his eyes before turning back towards his concerned lover.
Wetting his lips briefly he told Jack, “once news of my.. condition.. got around, I started to find out who my real friends were, let’s put it that way..”
“Oh?” Jack asked, feeling hot prickles creep up the back of his neck. “And how many does that leave you?”
Looking up at the ceiling in a mock show of considering it, Philip said, “Oh, um… two. And one of those go off with you every time you go away..” he said, finally getting up off the bed. Jack sighed and rolled onto his back, covering his face as he growled softly with anger. Philip stood at the edge of the bed and held his hand out to him.
“Come on. You’re really late for work now,” he said, giving him a forced smile. The colonel got up, gripping Philip’s hand and pulling him against him as he got to his feet. Holding him tightly against his body, he smoothed the tips of his index and middle finger down the curves of his lover’s facial features, forcing the dark eyes closed as he skimmed lightly over them. Then he lightly pinched the chiseled chin between his thumb and forefinger so that he could tilt the face up to him. Brushing the bottom lip with his thumb he smiled into the dark eyes and said, “I’ll try to get home early..”
Philip smiled. “That would be nice, but unnecessary. I’m fine. I’m coping just fine..”
“Hey, I’m being selfish here! I want to come home early,” Jack said in a soft, deep voice.
Philip frowned then gave Jack a smile as he cuddled him closer and said, in a low, deep purr, “Well, use me as an excuse then. Tell General Hammond that your lover gets cold at nights without you and that winter’s creeping in..”
Jack was a little taken aback by the use of his C.O.’s name by Philip but it stood to reason the man would know who ran the base, after all his brother worked there too. Jack had seen so little of Graham the past few months that he almost forgot the connection between them. He was so busy thinking about that that he almost missed the rest of Philip’s sentence.
“And he might be compelled to resort to ‘other’ methods of keeping warm.”
“Huh?” Jack asked, his brows raising high as he focussed onto the smiling dark eyes as Philip laughed.
“I was referring to flannelette pajamas and hot water bottles-”
“Oh!” Jack said, nodding along as Philip chuckled.
“Why? What were you thinking?” He said in a teasing tone. Jack shrugged but it was clear to them both what immediately went through the older man’s mind. “Just because my hot water bottle’s shaped like a man…” Philip muttered as he headed out of the bedroom, knowing that the sentence was sure to drag Jack out of there immediately.
“It is?” The colonel asked, stopping in the hall to collect his bag he’d put down there over half an hour ago. Philip laughed softly as he crossed his arms across his chest.
“Sure. Isn’t yours?”
Jack rolled his eyes and shrugged. “Isn’t everybody’s?”
Philip laughed again then opened the front door. “Good bye, Jack,” he said through a laugh then grew serious as the older man stepped up to him again, encircling him in his arms.
“Bye Babe.. Take care of yourself, okay?”
With a wink and a nod, Philip said, “I always do..”
Jack nodded, then closed the gap to place a chaste but tender kiss onto Philip’s partly opened mouth. Their dry lips peeled apart slowly as they pulled back and looked into each other’s eyes.
With a heavy and somewhat overly dramatic sigh, Jack looked from the door to Phil then back to the door again. The younger man chuckled.
“Get going!” He said with a gently shove against Jack's shoulder.
“I will return…” The colonel said, waving a finger in the air as he stepped through the door.
“Yeah, yeah! Whatever! Just bring me back a nice souvenir!” He retorted then they both laughed as Jack skipped down the steps, saying, “I’ll see what the souvenir shop has for you!”
Philip laughed and raised his voice as Jack reached the car. “Just wrestle a rock off Danny for me!”
Jack tossed his bag into the car as he leaned on the opened door. “Yeah, like that guy’s willing to share his toys with anyone..!”
Philip laughed then raised his hand, waving Jack off. The older man gave a quick wave before getting into his car. Phil barely heard the engine start up, despite the still morning, but he saw the headlights come on to compensate for the dim light. He remained on the top step, hugging himself against the early morning chill that had started to settle in, as he watched the car ease back out of the drive. As he turned back towards the house he noted the neighbor standing between the trees in his front garden, almost undetectable in the very low light. It was obvious he’d witnessed the conversation between the men, but the most incriminating evidence was the fact that it was so early in the morning and Philip was doing his best impersonation of a wife seeing the husband off to work. It was the first time he’d ever done this, and Jack must have been too pre-occupied to have given it any thought. Normally Philip was very careful about being spotted there, most of the time he spent at his own place, only coming to Jack's when he knew his lover was home again. In the reflection of the window beside the front door he saw the shadowy figure step out from between the trees and look down the road in the direction that Jack had gone off in.
“Oops!” Phil muttered quietly to himself as he went back into the house.
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