Part 39
As he stepped into the bedroom he could smell the candle alight beside the bed on the side table, and he could hear Simply Red's 'Blue' c.d. playing quietly from the stereo unit. Philip was curled up on the large bed, his hand smoothing the quilt as he gave his unsuspecting lover a licentious smile. Jack wasn't sure why Philip had come in here, but the fact that he was on the bed and with ‘that’ smile on his face, he was kinda glad that he did.
The artist now crawled to the edge of the bed then sat down with his feet on the floor as he dragged Jack towards him, standing him between his thighs so that he could rest his face against his stomach.
"Love you, hun," he said as he tilted his face up and pressed his chin into Jack's navel.
The older man smiled and ran his hand across the upturned face. "Love you too, Philip."
The man sitting smiled as he started to press kisses against the sweater-covered stomach then he inched the top up until it bunched under Jack's arms. Jack lifted the top over his head then lowered his hands to lightly grip the face that was nuzzling against his stomach.
"Baby, what are you doing?" He asked, his voice soft and deep.
Philip said nothing as he unfastened Jack's belt and then nimbly undid the button and lowered the zipper on Jack's fly without explanation. Leaving the pants opened that tantalizing amount he turned his attention to the shirt Jack had been wearing under his sweater. Brushing it aside, he said, "Can you take that off for me please."
“Philip?” Jack questioned him, wondering just where he intended for this to go.
“Shhh,” the younger man whispered then pushed the shirt aside and started to kiss Jack's navel enthusiastically while he blindly unbuttoned the shirt. Jack took over, quickly slipping the top down his arms and allowed it to fall to the floor.
With another licentious moan as he laved at the fuzz around Jack's navel and down to the elastic of his boxer shorts, Philip slipped his hands upwards, following the trail of hairs to the pelt across Jack's chest. Scrunching up the curls there, Phil’s scratched at the soft chest lightly as he mumbled, “That’s better.”
Jack felt himself twitch against the partly opened zipper. Reaching down he cupped Phil’s chin as he said, on a soft moan, “Baby…”
Sitting back, Philip leaned onto his outstretched arms and then he gave Jack a wanton smile as he stared at him. Lifting his foot to run it up the back of the standing man's denim clad legs, he asked, "Do you want to dance, Jonathan?"
“Dance?” Jack asked, like that was the very last thing on his mind. With a smile though, he held his hand out and led his lover to the center of the bedroom.
They took each other's hands - Jack assuming the male part of the partnership - then Philip reached around him and notched up the music slightly. The soft melody began...
~If I could make a wish, I think I'd pass ~
The young man smiled as Jack began to move them both to the sounds of "Air that I breathe", one of Philip's most favorite songs.
With some surprise at the skill with which Jack maneuvered him, Philip chuckled and said, "I didn't know you could dance, Jack."
~ Can't think of anything I need ~
With a sly wink and a grin Jack simply held him close, a hand firmly in the small of his partner's back, pressing Phil's flaccid groin against his own partially erect crotch. Gently he rocked Philip to the soft music.
~Making love with you has left me peaceful warm inside~
They didn't speak, merely looked deeply into each other's eyes as they danced to the song. Jack cupped the back of Phil’s head and the younger man tilted his throat so that Jack could kiss it.
~Sometimes, all I need is the air that I breathe and to love you..~
“It’s true,” Jack murmured against the warm skin.
Philip knew he was referring to the song words and sighed then whispered, “I know.” He tightened his arm around Jack to pull closer to him. “God, I love you!”
Jack clamped his eyes shut as he held his mouth against the arched throat. He said nothing, only secured the hold he had on the man in his arms.
~ All I need is the air that I breathe and to love you..~
As the chorus repeated Jack stepped back and twirled the unsuspecting artist before capturing him in his strong hold once more. Philip, off-balanced and laughing, fell against the body and for a few moments the only thing holding him up was the contact between the two of them and Jack's tight arm across his back.
"So, I take it you used to dance..?" The artist smiled now, impressed by his lover's prowess on the dance floor.
"It was one of the things Sara liked us to do together," Jack explained casually, like it was no big deal that he had this natural talent for dancing.
"You do it well." Philip smiled more, enjoying the feel of Jack's bulge pressed against him – even if he wasn’t able to return the same indication of the arousal he felt shivering through him as he gazed into the chocolate-brown eyes. It was all so very sexy - in non-threatening way. Jack seemed to know that too, as he tightened the hold across the back and grounded the groins together more.
"Care to be dipped?" The colonel asked with a glint in his eyes.
"Dipped? But Jack, this is our first dance? What kind of man do you take me for? Dipping on a first dance?"
Jack laughed throatily then he secured his hand into the small of Phil's back, spreading his fingers wide to ensure a steady hold. Gripping the handhold tighter he whispered, "Trust me.."
"Absolutely," Philip replied as he let Jack guide him back very carefully until the pivoting point between them was their groins. During the slow movement he felt Jack's cock twitch against his own, even through the layers of clothing they were wearing.
"Oh, God!" Philip said as Jack eased him upright again. "Oh god, that is so damn sexy!"
"I know," Jack said, cupping the bearded face in one hand as he looked deeply into the dark eyes. "Feels even better when there's a cock there against you.”
“Mine's not as impressive as yours though,” Philip said, without self-pity as he grounded the shafts together. “Yours feels so damn good!”
“Baby, when it's as impressive as yours, it doesn’t need to be up for me to feel it.”
Philip smiled then ran his hand down the front of Jack's body. The older man groaned softly as the fingers neared his groin then he lolled his head forward, resting it against the top of Phil's head as the younger man gently teased him across the top line of the boxers he was wearing.
Moving his hands out towards the pocket, Phil found a way in via the pants pockets, and his long fingers reached for and struck, the warm, soft sac between Jack's legs. This earned him a deep, guttural moan from the man in his arms.
~Making love with you has left me peaceful, warm inside..~
With a happy smile, Philip looked up into Jack's eyes once more. "I love this song."
"I know."
"I want it at my funeral," Philip told him. Jack merely nodded then he lowered his face and captured Philip's lips with his own. They kissed deeply, exploring each other’s mouth until Philip pulled away, needing air much sooner than Jack would have needed it.
Running his hands over Jack's hairy chest Philip gave a low moan. "I could touch you forever," he said then looked deeply into the darkened eyes.
Jack gave him a laconic smile as he said, “Touch away.”
Philip raised a brow as he gave Jack a lop-sided grin. Then he slowly sunk to his knees before him, keeping their eye contact.
“Ugh.. baby..?” Jack frowned as he watched Philip slip his hands into the jeans and push them so that they fell and gathered around Jack's ankles.
“You.. ugh.. sure.. about this..?” He questioned as he lightly held the head at his groin. Still Phil didn’t break the eye contact as he hooked his thumbs inside the waist elastic and gently eased Jack's boxers off him. The hard shaft bobbed back, almost slapping Philip under the chin as he younger man concentrated his attention on the long legs. He ran the palm of his hand over the hairy thighs then he pressed a kiss onto the freckles there, inching his mouth up towards Jack's hip. Shifting on his knees to get more comfortable, Philip then cupped Jack's ass in his hands as he came face-to-face with the hard cock.
He closed his eyes and skimmed his slightly parted lips over the dry tip. Jack moaned loudly above him. Arching his throat, Philip nudged the head against his pulse point as he looked up and said to Jack, “I’m not sure how much of this I can do..”
“Just do what’s comfortable,” Jack said with a dry throat as he patted Phil’s head lightly. “And only what you want to do.. not what you think I want you to do..”
“What I want to do is have this inside me..” Philip said with such a soulful moan as he rubbed his cheek up and down the side of the hard shaft that Jack was left with no doubt that he’d give anything to do that. But both men knew it was impossible – physically impossible now.
Placing his hand on the back of Phil’s head, Jack said, “Take it in your mouth. That’s enough for me.”
Philip looked up and allowed Jack to guide him closer then he parted his lips and engulfed the cock as far back as he could bear. Jack sighed as the warm, moist heat surrounded him then he inched out before slipping back into the cavern once more.
Philip gripped the stem of the shaft in his hand as he allowed Jack to take the reins on the movement.
“Oh,, god.. baby!” Jack sighed as he rolled his head back and stared up at the ceiling. Lightly Phil’s teeth scraped along the silky shaft then Jack felt the suction release as Philip pulled away and started coughing. Squatting immediately, Jack flinched then laid his hands on Phil’s shoulders as he carefully watched his lover go into a coughing spasm.
Holding his hand up to keep him back away, the young man scrambled to his feet then raced across the hall to the bathroom. Jack fell onto the bed, his hand slapping over his eyes as he quickly came down from his ‘high’. Listening to the sounds of the man he loved coughing and emptying his stomach into the toilet next door kinda took the edge off it for him. He reached down, tucked himself beck into his shorts then pulled his pants up and was fastening them when Philip came back.
“I’m sorry,” the frail man said as he leaned against the opened door for support. Jack shook his head and held out one arm, and the young man slipped onto the bed and laid his head on Jack's shoulder.
“I hope I don’t smell,” Phil said as he scratched his fingers gently through Jack's chest hairs.
“All I can smell is mouthwash.”
“Good.” Philip placed a kiss onto one of Jack's nipples before propping himself up onto an elbow. “Not the way I wanted to do that..” He admitted in a disappointed voice.
Jack smoothed back some of the long strands of hair that had fallen around Phil’s face. “It’s okay. It was enough..”
“I can use my hand,” Phil said, laying his hand on the still partly aroused bump in Jack's jeans.
Shifting the hand away, Jack told him, “It was enough for me.” He stared into the dark eyes as he said, “It told me much more than you think. Do you want me to try for you?”
Shaking his head, Philip said, “No. Apart from everything else, I’d be too embarrassed to get up now anyway!”
Jack gripped the hand toying with his chest hairs as he said, “Philip, don’t be. It proved your love to me..”
“It didn’t satisfy you though.”
“Lying here with you like this satisfies me. Like your song says.. I just need you and the air that I breathe. That’s it.”
Philip kissed across the hairy chest then up towards Jack's ear, mindful of the fact that he had just been in the bathroom throwing up. Slowly he moved away again then followed the hair towards the tops of the refastened jeans. He slipped his hand between Jack's thighs, and the older man shifted his leg to allow easier contact, then Philip squeezed the firm thigh as he said, “How did I get so lucky?”
“You must have done something real bad in your last life,” Jack quipped and tucked the same strand of hair behind Phil’s ear this time. The younger man tingled as the caring gesture then he smiled as he moved his hand to cup the now-soft groin.
“No, this has been the best year of my life, Jack.” He reached over and kissed his mouth with closed lips. Pulling back he said, “Happy Anniversary.”
Jack frowned then quickly checked his watch. “Crap!” He sighed as he slapped his hand over his eyes. Philip chuckled.
“I pretty much said the same thing!”
Jack peered through his long fingers. “When did you remember?”
“About two hours ago.”
Lifting the hand off his face now, Jack nodded and said, “Ah. I don’t feel quite so bad then!”
Philip rubbed his palm over the bare chest and stomach. “No. Don’t.”
“Just for the record,” Jack said, placing his crooked finger under Phil’s chin and lifting his face slightly to look at him. “This has been the best year of my life, too!”
There was a sound in the other room, indicating Graham’s return home. Both Jack and Philip frantically looked around the room for Jack's tops, only able to locate his shirt. Tossing it at him quickly, Philip managed to hit him square in the face. Both men laughed then Philip gave him a wink before leaving the room.
“Hello!” Graham’s voice rose in surprise in the other room. “I didn’t think you’d still be here.”
“Yeah.” Philip said, also in the other room. “We were working on something in my room.. lost track of time.”
Jack smoothed his hair down then headed out to join the two of them. He kept his focus on his lover, who was perched on the arm of the sofa.
“Jack,” Philip said in a teasing voice when neither of the men even acknowledged the other's presence. “You remember my brother, Graham. Graham, I’m sure you remember my partner, Jack.”
Both men rolled their eyes at the artist then mumbled a ‘hello’ to each other. Philip snorted as he slapped his thigh lightly. “Could have been said with a little more enthusiasm, but I’m taking what I get here today!” He got to his feet then said, “Jack, want to help me in the kitchen?”
“Right with ya,” Jack said, and Philip went into the other room. The colonel looked at the lieutenant on the other side of the room. Graham took a moment then slowly he lifted his eyes and stared back at him. “Well, this is weird!” Jack said.
“Yes. Very.”
Stepping over to the shyer man, Jack lowered his voice and said, “But we can do this – because it’s for Philip.”
Graham nodded as he blinked. “Good.”
End of part 39
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