Part 102
From where he lay on the sofa Jack stared out the large window that over-looked his rear garden. He couldn't see anything other than the reflection of the room against the night outside but it didn't matter. He wasn't interested in the view. He had been thinking about tomorrow when their solitude ended and he had to return to the almost unbelievable lifestyle of traveling to other worlds to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations.. to boldly go where no man ... yadda.
Not that a mission was planned for them on their first day back but that didn't always mean a whole heck of a lot on that base. Sometimes uninvited visitors came a-knocking on the iris shield and usually when that happened all semblance of a normal life outside the base went 'AWOL' for a while until the mayhem could be controlled. Jack was really hoping for some quiet days so that he could do the normal thing of going to work then coming home to his partner at the end of the day.
Philip was lying against him, their bodies entwined along the length of the sofa, as he read his book and listened to the soft operatic music in the background. When he felt Jack's heavy sigh he looked up from his pages and into the brown eyes. "What's up?"
"Nothing." Jack shook his head and rubbed Phil's shoulder in reassurance. The young man returned to his reading and Jack returned to his thoughts. He started to think about the recent past and of a time when they laid together like this, listening to music. That was the night Philip had 'died'. That thought still made the hair on the back of Jack's neck stand on end even though he lay embraced with the young man right now. It all seemed so long ago - a lifetime away - yet by calendar days it was just over a month ago. How impossible did that all seem?
This past week, the simplicity of it, the normality of life with a healthy and happy Philip, drove all memories of those horrific days to the back of his mind - but he'd never forget. Never. Instinctually he cuddled his lover closer and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. Philip gave a deep purr in response then he idly rubbed Jack's knee as he continued to read his book.
This was the kind of week that Jack had fantasized about when Philip was growing sicker. A week when the only thing he really had to worry about was whether he had a spare tape to catch the game on while he and Philip retired to bed early or chose to lay, like tonight, in each other's arms and listen to music instead of watch television. It was the first week in their entire yearlong relationship when doom and foreboding didn't breathe down their necks. The relief was beyond words. As Maria Callas soared softly on the stereo he nuzzled into the warm body covering him, closed his eyes and allowed the tranquility to engulf them.
Sometime later he jolted awake as he started to drift off to sleep.
Philip tilted his head and looked up at the sleepy eyes. "Shouldn't you go to bed, love?"
Jack cuddled him more closely then said, "No, this is good. I'm good." His eyes closed again. Soon he jerked awake when he drifted to sleep again.
Philip closed his book with a soft whump and Jack's eyes flew open a third and final time. The younger man smiled as he reached down and slipped the book under the sofa. "I'm taking you to bed. You have to start work again tomorrow and I don't want you falling asleep on the job."
Jack struggled to his feet with Philip's help and he checked his watch. "It's just after ten."
"And you're falling asleep so stop arguing with me, old man, and let me put you to bed!"
"I'll give you old man," Jack said as he shook himself awake. "I wasn't asleep, I was.. enjoying the quiet."
Philip rolled his eyes. "Sure. Pity I couldn't say the same thing - on account of your snoring. Now come on!" He took Jack's hand but the other man slipped away and steered off towards the kitchen. Phil sighed exasperatedly and leaned against the door frame as he said, "Now what are you doing?"
"Coffee."
"Jack! You don't need coffee, you need bed! Come on."
"I'll be .. What are you doing, Phil-lip?" Jack felt Phil's arms wrap around him and slide under his top; the long fingers glided across his warm flesh and sent a shiver down his spine.
As Philip hooked his chin over Jack's shoulder he whispered, "What if I joined you in bed, Jonathan?" The hands drifted down and under the waist of Jack's jeans. The caressed man moaned and rolled his head back to rub his cheek against Phil's face.
"That would *definitely* make it more inviting," he said as he turned his head and pressed a kiss to the stubble-covered cheek.
While the right hand continued to delve into the underwear Philip released Jack's button and zipper with his left hand then he tucked that one inside the underwear to join its mate in the gentle fondling of Jack's growing arousal. He shifted his feet until his groin pressed against Jack's butt and he whispered, "I've never seen you like this before.."
"Like-" Jack moaned - "What?"
"Antsy. Is this because you have to go back to work tomorrow?" The erection deflated significantly in his grasp and he heard Jack's heavy-hearted sigh. "Wow. Obviously it is.." Philip said as he gently tried to return the softening shaft to the firmness it had been by adding kisses to Jack's neck and ear.
After a moment Jack reached into his underwear and, grudgingly, pulled Phil's hands out. "Sorry baby.."
"Hey!?" Unused to not being successful in this task the young man grew even more concerned when he heard Jack's desolate tone. He turned him around and asked, "Are you okay?"
Jack blinked as he leaned back against the counter and stared at the floor. Philip cupped his face and tilted his head to look at him. "What's wrong? You've been a little quiet all day."
Jack met the troubled gaze and couldn't bring himself to tell him the truth - that for the first time in his career he worried about returning to work because of the myriad of trouble that could happen when he did. Right now he didn't care about the Goa'uld, or the Tok'Ra or anything else that waited for him through the Gate. He just cared about spending the rest of his life with Philip in some semblance of normality. Everything else that he'd considered his 'normal life' with the Air Force and, in particular, the Gate Program, all seemed too unreal in the harsh light of his kitchen as he stared at the handsome man before him. Unable to share the truth he shrugged and said instead, "I just.. I've just enjoyed this week with you.."
His partner smiled and brushed his thumb over Jack's bottom lip. "It's been incredible, huh? But it's just the start! We're going to have many years together."
Jack tried to look enthusiastic but the voice nagged at him as well. Unless he kept up the fight against the Goa'uld the world might not have 'many years' left before the damn snakeheads invaded Earth - but if he continued to fight, well... even cats only had nine lives and Jack wasn't sure how many of his he'd used up already. He was between a rock and a hard place and only now, when he had one more sleep between this and returning to that life once more, did he find himself doubting his loyalty to his career.
Philip broke through his reverie with an unexpected comment. "But why do I get the feeling that that's not really the reason you've been so restless today?" He searched Jack's eyes closely. "Is there something you're finally ready to tell me then?"
The sable-colored eyes narrowed. "What's that meant to mean?"
Philip held the stare then with a forced smile he said, "Guess not."
A questioning squint now crinkled the corners of Jack's eyes. More deliberately than before he asked again, "What's that mean?"
Philip shook his head and gave a soft cough before saying, in a voice designed to lighten the mood, "It's nothing, Love, okay? Forget it." He went to turn away but Jack caught his face in the palm of his hand.
"What!" It was a demand this time, not a question.
The young man sighed heavily, put a hand on his hip and shifted his footing as he lowered his head. "I think there's more worrying you about going back tomorrow than just ending our honeymoon."
Jack watched him a moment then sighed but made no comment. The kid always could see right through him.
"I'm right, aren't I? But you 'can't tell me' what the problem is.."
Jack heard the veiled resentment in Philip's voice and it concerned him. "I tell you everything that I can.."
Philip smiled politely. "Everything you *can*. As opposed to *everything*.."
"You know I can't tell you too much."
Quietly he said, "I live with that, Jack - daily. And I accept that because I went into this relationship with my eyes open. Living with a military man prepared me well. I knew you'd keep stuff from me and I was able to accept it.. but when I see concern in your eyes about returning to work - *that* worries me." He searched Jack's eyes again then asked him solemnly, "What do you fear, Jack?"
The older man hadn't heard him ask that since the night he had been healed. He could even remember his answer when Phil had asked it - 'having to get up off the sofa without you - having to let you go'. Recalling the utter desolation he felt at that moment in his life made a cold chill creep up his spine and through his hair.
His unhappy thoughts had kept him silent so Philip continued on their conversation with, "Can I guess? I'd say it's got a lot to do with whatever secrets are kept in that place."
Jack was often surprised by his lover's astuteness and intelligence -that sometimes seemed beyond his years - and this occasion was no different. With a humorless smirk he muttered, "You're way smarter than me!"
Philip returned a tight smile. "I doubt it. You're no idiot, Jack O'Neill. I wouldn't be wasting my time with you if I thought you were." The look in Philip's eyes told Jack he meant every word of that. "So, I'm right, aren't I? You're not happy about returning to work for some inexplicable reason and, to top it off, I can't know what that is so I can't help you with it - nor can I arrest any concerns of my own now.." His voice trailed off as he started to turn away, shaking his head.
"You don't have anything to be worried about, Babe.." Jack tried to reassure him with words he didn't believe himself. The look in the dark orbs told the older man that Philip didn't buy that at all.
With a heavy sigh Philip lifted his face towards the ceiling and Jack stared at the black mane cascading down the narrow back. "Do you know what *I* fear, Jack?"
"No," came the honest response.
The handsome face turned towards him and concern etched the features into a hard mask. "I fear anything can scare you. Anything that can rattle the *great* Colonel O'Neill..." He paused, lowered his chin to his chest and said, "You're the strongest man I've ever met - and if something can spook you.. then it terrifies me.."
As Jack took a step towards his distressed partner Philip's hand came up in warning as he took a step backwards and said, "I need to be honest with you - okay? This might not be easy for you to hear but I think that the time's come for me to be honest here.."
Jack nodded reluctantly. Whatever it was he was pretty sure it wasn't going to be easy for him to hear. Philip was always true to his word. "It's no picnic for me either. Waving you off at the door and never knowing if you're going to come home like you've said you will, or if you'll come home days later, acting a little strangely, full of secrets.."
"Secrets?"
"Jack-" He smiled gently at him. "We've just established that I'm not an idiot. I know something really bad happened with you and Daniel the last time you disappeared. You went to work for a few hours and came back days later and, Hun, I've told you before, my brother can't lie for shit. Whatever went on was not good but I kept getting fed this line from Grae that you were fine but that you couldn't get to a phone to contact me." He gave a smile and frown at the same time. "Was I truly meant to buy that crap?"
"If you felt like that why didn't you say something earlier?"
As Philip wet his lips with a dart of his tongue he stepped back and held both arms out as he shrugged. "Didn't want to start an argument, I suppose." His hands slapped against his thighs as he dropped them down again. "And I don't really want to start one now. I accept everything - so long as *you* accept it. I wouldn't have said anything tonight - but *you're* the one concerned about going back there tomorrow." He paused, shrugged and asked, "And if that is the case, then what am I meant to think now?"
Jack tilted his head. "Okay, so we've got a few things to work through - obviously."
"Like what?" Phil asked with bemused smile. "You can't tell me anything so what's the point of pretending that we can talk this through, hun?"
"We can't leave it like this!"
"Isn't that exactly what we're meant to do? You have your secrets and I just have to accept them like the dutiful partner that I am?" The artist argued in good-humor but with definite exasperation. "Case closed."
"That's crap," Jack told him. "That is so *not* the way I want things to go between us."
"I accepted this when I entered this relationship, Jack."
"I don't want it!" The older man hissed through clenched teeth then as Philip tried to argue he yelled 'no' over every sentence.
"Jack, really, it's fine.."
"No!"
"It's the way it has to be.."
"No!"
"Things will work out.."
"NO!" Jack yelled so loudly that it echoed off the kitchen walls. Philip stopped talking and stared in surprise at his outburst. More calmly Jack told him, "That's what killed my marriage.." He stepped up and cradled the handsome face in his hands. "I won't let that happen to us."
Philip's gaze went from one eye to the other. "What can you do about it? Are you going to reveal the secrets of the Mountain to me?" He arched his brow then gave another soft laugh as he saw Jack's roll of the eyes. "Thought not. And all we're achieving here is an argument, and I don't want to argue. Not tonight." He laid his hand on Jack's chest and kissed the side of his throat softly. "Not ever."
Despite the tender kisses Jack lifted his gaze to the ceiling and coolly asked, "What do you think happened - when I didn't come home last week?"
Philip pulled back and looked up into his eyes. He could see Jack wasn't about to let it end like that. With a frown that made his forehead wrinkle the young man stepped back and said, "I'm not completely sure but I think it had something to do with your right leg and, most probably, Sam Carter."
"Carter?"
"Healing you."
Jack nodded then asked flatly, "Why my leg?"
"I've notice you look at it like you can't believe it's still attached to you - but only when you don't think I'm looking." He paused a moment then lowered his voice and said, "And there was that scar just above your knee.. from that incident with a ice hockey stick when you were twelve. It's not there anymore."
Jack didn't respond but he toyed at the dry spot on his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue. Astute, intelligent and, obviously, very observant!
Philip shrugged and stepped back as he said, "Anyway, it's not important, huh? Love you - accept your job, isn't that the slogan?" He went to the refrigerator and pulled out the orange juice.
He was pouring out a glass full when Jack said, from behind him, "But in essence you know I'm lying to you - or at the best, keeping secrets from you."
"Everyday," Philip replied objectively as he lifted the glass to his lips and took a long sip.
"And that makes you feel..?"
Philip sighed as he put the glass down then he bowed his head to think about that a moment. "I wish you didn't have to.." He said honestly.
"I do it for your own safety."
A wry smile curled Philip's lips. "That's another lie I'm meant to believe, isn't it?"
The brown eyes grew cloudy. "Meaning?"
"Meaning that if somebody thought I knew anything they'd take me and torture me for the truth. If I told them that you'd told me squat for my own safety, what do you think they'd do? Throw their hands in the air, say 'I'm sorry. My bad. Off you go' or do you think they'd just keep torturing me despite my protestations?" He arched his brow as he held Jack's gaze. After a second he shook his head and said, as he twisted to put the drink back into the refrigerator, "Anyway, like I said, I don't want to start an argument now." He lifted the glass and went towards the sink with it when Jack reached out and grabbed his arm.
"Can't we talk about it without it becoming an argument then?"
As he blinked quickly Philip said, "I don't think so. Bottom line is, hun, I don't like your job. I don't like the secrecy because it's pointless. Why can't I know what you do? It's not like I'm about to tell anyone else." He shrugged and he pressed his lips into a tight line then blew a deep breath out through his nose. "But the cincher is ... I don't like the fact that you can be hurt so badly that you need that miracle worker to put you back together again. Sam might be able to repair your bones but-" Philip's voice faltered softly- "What about your mind? I know, from personal experience, that it doesn't take away the memory of the pain or the fear..."
Jack, who hadn't let go of his arm yet stepped closer and cupped the base of Phil's head with his other hand. "Baby.." His gaze shifted between the moist eyes. "Why the hell didn't you say all of this to me sooner?"
Philip swallowed then tried to make his next words sound light-hearted. "Why? Are you quitting?"
Jack exhaled a long breath and Philip had his answer. With another wry smile the younger man said, "No, I didn't think so, so what is the point to all this? Can't we stop this? We're just talking in circles here Jack."
"Clears the air between us.."
"Oh yeah. Shit yeah! I feel so much better now!" he said with a derisive snort. "How about you?"
Jack gently scrunched up the black hair caught between his fingers. "I'm meant to be the sarcastic one in this team, aren't I?"
Philip smiled tiredly then said, "I think you're rubbing off on me."
Jack stared deeply into his eyes and saw that Philip *really* wanted the conversation to end. In a low voice he asked, "How about I take you to bed and rub off on you some more?"
Despite his mood the offer brought a smile to the handsome face. Philip wrapped his arms around Jack's neck and reached up to kiss him. The kisses were deep and thorough, both men seeking to appease their unsettled conscious with the reassuring act. As they pulled back Philip barely opened his eyes as he nudged his nose against Jack's and whispered, "I couldn't think of anything better right now than to be making love with you.."
Jack growled softly and captured his mouth once more. He peeled his lips from Philip's after a few moments and whispered, breathlessly, "This conversation isn't over."
"Can it be over for tonight at least? I just want to be in your arms.." Philip delved his tongue deeply into Jack's mouth then they pulled back slowly.
"For tonight," Jack whispered. "But you and I have got to talk about this.."
They kissed again and pulled back for Philip to say, "Tomorrow night - when you come home." A slight smile twinkled in the cimmerian eyes. Jack smiled too.
"When I come home.." He bent and kissed him once more then they separated and walked together to the bedroom.
*
The alarm was too loud, which was the purpose of such items, but the incessant noise droned on, ignored for a few beats by the sleeping men. Jack's face suddenly lifted from the pillow it was pressed into, his hand flew out to switch on the lamp and half-closed eyes stared with hatred at the small black unit. Philip, asleep on his stomach on the other side of the bed, kicked his knee out to thump against Jack's thigh as he grumbled into his pillow, "Shut it off!"
Suddenly the noise ceased and the room fell silent once more. Philip drifted off to sleep while Jack lay on his back and stared up at the ceiling. If it was morning - as the clock professed it to be - it was hard to tell in that shrouded room. Jack turned his head slightly and took in the body beside him. The black hair was so long that it reached way below the sharp shoulder blades on the smooth tanned back. Jack twisted and collected up some of the strands between his fingers and rubbed them together, hearing the soft rasping of the hair against hair. He wished he had another day at home, to stay in that bed with his beloved, to cuddle and caress with him but mostly to discuss, in more detail, the conversation they'd had last night - but he knew he didn't. He dropped the hair lightly onto Phil's spine again then - with great reluctance - he turned and pulled himself up out of bed and went to shower.
*
Philip hadn't managed to fall back to sleep. He fidgeted across the empty bed for a while then he tossed himself onto his back with an exasperated sigh and stared up at the ceiling.
He couldn't remember the details but he was sure the dream he'd just woken from was about his AIDS and the healing. He must have dreamt about that every night since it happened and as the dreams were less and less vivid he was hoping they'd soon stop altogether. He knew he'd be haunted by it for some time to come, he'd keep up his regular sessions with the Shrink in order to help himself come to grips with it because it was a hell of a lot to come to grips with! If it hadn't been for the *miracle* he'd be dead two weeks now - nothing more than a plot in the ground. The mere thought of that overwhelmed him and left him utterly speechless. Instead of it being a week of mourning for his lover, he and Jack had firmed up their commitment together by officially moving in with each other, they'd redecorated the studio downstairs (when Jack ended up with more paint on him than on the walls and he and Philip had a bath to scrub each other clean!), they'd even purchased a car together - or at least Jack had accompanied him in the process.
Not entirely a normal week, granted, but Philip wasn't complaining! This week had also been filled with lots of cuddles on the sofa, entwined together for hours, eating and drinking with each other while they revealed information they'd never shared before. Philip now knew a lot more about Charlie than he'd ever known - partly because Jack was opening up even more and partly because Philip was actually now attentive.
He'd know that as his health diminished so had his personality and his ability to be a decent, nice person. It wasn't entirely his fault, he also understood that, but at once he was glad he hadn't died for no other reason than to have the opportunity to give back to Jack a fraction of the love and commitment Jack had given to him during the illness. Philip was sure if he lived to be ninety-nine he could never really repay him but it wasn't all about retribution or about being obliged - it was more about wanting to spoil Jack for everything he was - and everything he was to *him*.
They avoided spending a moment apart, both choosing to be wherever the other was that week, just listening or talking together. Quiet moments were squandered in delicious solitude - just the two of them - no one else needed in their lives for the time being. It had been pure and utter bliss for the young artist. Even the argument last night wasn't enough to taint his happy thoughts of the past week. He grew more in love with Jack with each heartbeat and that made him wish they were still in bed together right now - so that he could re-enact some of the incredible, tender and passionate sex they'd shared that week in their blessed isolation.
He closed his eyes when he felt his cock swell as he thought about Jack. With a long, deep inhale of breath he tucked one arm under his head as he reached his left hand down to grip himself firmly. He knew he had enough time to do this before Jack would come out. The thought of his sudsy, lathered lover made a smile tweak at the rosy lips as Philip cradled his head in the bend of his arm, closed his eyes and thought about Jack.
Although he'd done this to Jack last night it had been so long since he'd done it to himself. Despite the way he'd teased Jack about it in the hospital he never could bring himself to do it in case a nurse walked in at the wrong moment. Also the phone call he'd placed to Jack on that fateful day didn't really count. His grip was so gone by then that his ejaculation that day had more to do with the strangled sounds of Jack's voice on the end of the line than it had to do with technique.
He hooked his thumb around the base of his cock while his fingers danced softly across his soft sac. Instinctually he inhaled deeply again and his eyes remained closed as he stretched his fingers to reach back as far as he could, feeling the heat from his awakening groin. His hand closed around the muscle once more and he tugged down for the first time. A soft gasp escaped him then he settled quickly into a rhythm as he concentrated on his actions while keeping an ear out for the shower turning off. He could hear Jack clearly enough though as occasionally he'd pick a word or two from the song on the radio and sing along to it - out of key - and that always made Philip smile.
A flood of memories filled his mind as he slowly massaged himself. He could smell Jack's aftershave, the sweet scent of his toothpaste, the tang of his sweat after sex and the warm smell of his sleepy body. He nuzzled his cheek into the fold in his arm more and clenched his eyes involuntarily as he climbed the rungs of his arousal.
Phil's lips parted with a soft gasp and he wet them with a dart of his tongue. He stopped for a moment and again hooked his thumb over the top of the base while his fingers traced the sweaty valley between thigh and groin. He moaned softly in the back of his throat then he tightened his hold once again and went back to thinking of Jack, and of Jack touching him and stroking him in this way.
An image conjured up in his mind. Them together on this bed, Jack kneeling before him, facing the wall, his hands tied to the headboard of the bed. In his fantasy he looked down to see that he was deeply embedded into Jack's ass. His heart raced at that image and he spiraled towards his orgasm, inching closer and closer. His hand glided across the stretched flesh of Jack's ass, over the smooth white skin and then onto the red ring that engulfed his own slippery shaft so beautifully. Philip gasped, both in his fantasy and in real life, as his fingers touched at the join of their bodies - such a hot image to watch as his shaft speared into Jack's body time and time again. Philip groaned and bit his bicep softly as he squirmed down into the bed more.
This time Jack was in front of him, but facing him. His hands were no longer tied but he was running them up and down the curve at the back of Phil's thighs while he sucked on the shaft enthusiastically.
Again Philip gasped, then he moaned as he teetered on the edge of his abyss. He gave a soft strangled sound as he began to thrust upwards gently with his hips while he thought of the image of Jack on his knees in front of him. All the time his dark eyes remained closed...
.. and he remained unaware of the pair of sable-colored eyes watching him from the end of the bed. Jack stood in just a towel and watched his lover pleasure himself. He was transfixed, not by embarrassment nor by bewilderment, but by fascination. He'd never seen Philip do this - not since the man had grown too sick to get pleasure any other way, and that too had long since passed. Only last night Philip helped him do this and joined in at the end by hungrily slurping up the ejaculation as it squirted from Jack's cock. But he'd never done this to himself. And he'd never held Jack's cock the same way he was holding his own right now.
Jack watched closely. In all the time Phil had done this to him he'd never used the technique of his lower fingers holding tightly while his other two cupped around the head on each upward stroke. Jack watched with interest, trying to absorb the little ways Philip touched himself, in order to introduce them in their next session of hot, unadulterated, lustful sex. He saw Phil hook his thumb around the base of the cock then saw the fingers dance over the tightening sac. He heard how the young man's breathing grew more and more erratic and he knew that Phil was close. Oh, so close..
//Philip loves surprises// Jack thought to himself when he stored up some techniques for next time. //Loves ... surprises...// Jack wet his lips slowly as he stared at the gently bucking man.
"Jaaaaaack"
Jack's head shot up when he heard the soft call. He thought he'd been caught watching but Philip's eyes were still closed firmly.
"Jack.." The young man mumbled against the skin of his bicep, his lips dragging across the silken surface gently. Jack was mesmerized by the view before him. //Loves...surprises...//
Philip was a heartbeat away from shutting down completely. One last breath, a final glimpse of his fantasy Jack and him having wild, abandoned sex had him in almost clampdown mode. One more breath.. One more...
Suddenly his hand was pushed aside and his shaft was swallowed deep into delicious wet heat.
"JACK!" He screamed out as he sat up in surprise - and at the same time he came, filling Jack's mouth with his salty seed. "Oh.. God - YES - Yes - yessss!" He cried out as he held the head down over his groin so he could buck while Jack sucked on him firmly. "Oh.. Sweet... Jesus!" He bent to kiss the back of Jack's head then he breathed out and flopped back onto the pillows where he gave a loud, contented sigh. With a wanton chuckle he tilted his face, slotted his hooded eyes open and said, "You bastard!"
Jack grinned as he climbed onto, and knelt over, the flattened body. "Do you have Miner's Rights for drilling that deep?"
The smile split even further. "Your fault," Phil said and dragged his heavy legs up to cradle Jack against his thighs.
"What? You didn't like it?" The older man asked as he leaned forward and toyed with the nipple ring. "I thought you liked surprises..."
Philip shivered and lifted the hand away from his sensitive skin. "How long were you watching me?" He asked as he rubbed Jack's thigh.
"Long enough for this dog to learn a trick or two!"
Philip grinned sleepily then tucked an arm beneath his head as he said, "I should be embarrassed.."
"Don't be," Jack told him as he curled a finger and skimmed the back of it down the arrow of dark hair that dissected the smooth, tanned stomach. When he reached the navel he traced the tiny folds within it carefully then he looked up into his lover’s eyes. "I can't recall you ever looking more gorgeous!"
"Never?" The dark lashes fluttered sweetly.
"Aww, crap!" Jack sighed with a smile as he slid his hands though the hairs on Phil’s chest then around the back of the arched neck. He leaned down and met the mouth in a tender onslaught of tongue, lips and teeth.
As they parted Philip whispered, "So, did you enjoy the show?"
Jack pushed on the chest and sat up then he jutted his thumb over his shoulder as he said, "I was waiting for intermission so I could grab some popcorn!"
Philip slapped his thigh as he chuckled. "It didn't take that long! Besides, you could have left as quietly as you came.."
Jack smirked and Philip instantly knew what he was thinking. He pointed his finger at him and said, "Don't you dare, Jonathan O'Neill!"
"What?" Jack tried out his best innocent look.
"Just don't!" Philip playfully warned him again.
With an arch of his brow Jack said, righteously, "The thought about commenting on how a whole battalion in boots could leave more quietly than you just came 'never' crossed my mind!"
"Right!" Philip laughed as he grabbed Jack around the waist and tickled him. The officer slipped off the body and onto his back, and Philip climbed on him and attacked him ferociously. He held him down with his body as he bit Jack's nipple hard enough to make him yelp then he grappled with Jack's arms and hands and finally he pinned Jack's wrists to the bed and said, "You didn't have to watch!"
"Well, I would have rummaged around in my sock drawer but I thought it might kill your mood!"
Philip glared at him playfully then declared, "We were having wild monkey sex!"
"We were *what*? Is that legal?"
The young man laughed and said, "Monkey sex! Wild, abandoned..." He could tell by the look on Jack's face that he had neither heard the term before, nor thought much of it now. "I won't refer to it as that again." He grinned with great amusement.
"Good, because between you and me, that's giving me way the wrong image!" He worked his hand free and poked out his tongue to pinch off a small hair from the end of it. "Yours, I presume!" He said as he flicked it to the floor.
"Just be worried when I start losing it on top!" Philip said, reclaiming the wrist and pinning it to the mattress once more.
Jack eyed the long, wayward hair that hung down into his face. "That will certainly be a different look for you!" He blew some strands away.
Philip smiled. "Yup," he said as he deliberately draped the long hair across Jack's face again.
Jack blew it away loudly and Philip returned it to his face. Again Jack blew it away and as Phil was draping it into his face again Jack said, "That's not nice!"
"What's not?" Philip feigned innocence.
"Teasing people. We might bite back!" On that Jack tilted his hips and dislodged his captor onto his back. He quickly flipped himself over and started to bite Philip's body, starting with his chest and moving down.
In a femme-fatale voice Philip yelped, "Stop! Don't! Stop! Don't!..." as Jack got lower and lower. As he reached the soft stomach Phil's cries were more like, "Don't... stop. Don't.... stop." And as Jack reached his soft groin Phil threaded his hand into the silver hair and murmured deeply, "Don't stop!"
Jack kissed the spongy muscle tenderly and tasted the dried spit and cum on the skin. He knew it was too soon for Philip to arouse fully despite the slight thickening of the cock as he licked it. Philip's deep moan rumbled through his body and vibrated anywhere that Jack touched against him. Jack started to make soft sounds at the back of his throat as he gently chewed on the soft, silken cock.
The fingers in the short gray hair curled then the young man reluctantly said, "Hun, you really have to get ready for work or you'll be late."
As Jack lifted his face to meet Phil's eyes he let the cock slowly slip from between his wet lips. Philip groaned at that delightful sight then he guided Jack up towards him and they kissed deeply and passionately for a few moments. As they parted Jack asked, in a breathless voice, "Can I bookmark this page?"
Philip smiled. "Absolutely. You know how much I love a good.... Read.. before bedtime."
Jack smirked. "A romp between the sheets!"
"Yeahsureyabetcha!" Philip quoted him. Jack placed one more kiss on Phil's shaft then onto his stomach then he pressed himself up and got up off the bed. Philip went into the bathroom to relieve himself and Jack waited then went in as he was washing his hands.
"I have to brush my teeth - again!" the older man grumbled.
"Oh, poor baby!" Philip sounded anything but sympathetic.
Jack glanced over his shoulder at him and said, "Though I guess I could do that *after* my coffee."
The young man smiled. "Is that a hint you'd like me to make coffee?
Jack gave him a devilish grin. "Nothing gets past you, does it?"
"Despite your subtlety!" Philip patted his arm firmly as he went out of the room.
*<End of part 102>
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