Part 111
Website dedicated to Lieutenant Graham Simmons
Philip tossed himself onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. Lights from the street created a shadow across the white surface through the curtains. He stared up at the pattern for a moment before, out of sheer exasperation, he flung back the bedding and got out of bed. He glanced at the clock as he gathered his robe from the hook and flapped into it. It was just a few minutes after six in the morning and it seemed his day had begun, whether he liked it or not. He had half a mind to call up Tristan, explain that he had a lousy night's sleep and that he needed to skip the gym, but he knew he wasn't going for himself this time, he was going to help Tristan with his exercise routine. The Englishman was heading over to San Francisco in a few days time so they needed to work out a routine for him now so that he could carry on with it in each city he visited.
He padded into the kitchen in bare feet, his foot still plastered from the incident with the scolding coffee and shards of glass yesterday but, thankfully, it no longer hurt him. He dragged from the cupboard the instant coffee and the sugar container, the very same one that Daniel had relabeled for him when his eyesight started to fail him, and he set them onto the counter. As he filled the kettle from the faucet he made a mental note to himself to go to the store and buy a better set of canisters to replace the cheap glass ones with the colored bands that Jack had obviously recycled from some other product. While he waited for the water to boil he brushed his thumb over the word SUGAR on the green band that Daniel had rewritten for him only a matter of months ago.
He closed his eyes, pushed his hands through his knotted hair and arched back as he yawned loudly. There was a muffled sound on the front porch which he wasn't sure he heard properly or not at first so he listened intently then heard it again - the sound of feet shuffling on the slate. Sure that a visitor skulking around on the front stoop of his home so early in the morning couldn't be good news Philip left the kitchen and started to take cautious steps towards the front door when, suddenly, the door flew inwards as Jack stepped through it.
The unexpected arrival scared the young man, who yelped and leapt backwards at the same time that he grabbed his thumping chest. Oblivious to the shock his surprising appearance caused Jack stooped to put his bag on the ground by the coat rack as if nothing was the matter.
"Hello?" Jack straightened up and smiled at the stupefied man then his face set in confused frown, the crease between his eyes deepening as his brows knitted in puzzlement.
"Jack?" The startled man gasped.
"Last time I looked," the returnee said with a bemused laugh as he flung his arms wide while he stepped towards Philip.
In less than a heartbeat Philip threw himself at his lover, clinging on dearly with arms and legs as he smothered the freshly shaven face with dozens of kisses. Jack chortled at the enthusiastic greeting and he gripped the squirming body by the thighs and butt, holding Phil so that he could continue his welcomed attack.
"You're home! You're home!" The relieved artist repeated with each kiss until he reached the left cheek, the one that had tape over a small split, and when he felt the tape with his lips he leaned back and touched his fingers to the white plaster carefully.
Jack was still laughing at the welcome but flinched at the touch. "Just a scratch," he advised him.
"That's crap," Philip said bluntly then screwed up his nose as he noticed the swelling and bruising for the first time. "That's some scratch you've got there, hun!"
He started to lower his legs to the floor but the older man wasn't letting him go. Instead, Jack tightened the grip he had under each thigh and jostled his lover a little higher around his waist before he nudged the stubble-covered cheek with his cheek and, in a deep, husky voice, hummed into the small ear, "And where do you think you're going?"
"I thought.." Philip leaned back and started to say that Jack was probably not in the mood for a 'reunion' considering he was injured, but stopped when he saw the look in Jack's eyes - a look that clearly told him that Jack wanted him exactly where he was! A smile crept over his face as he searched the chocolate-brown eyes before him so he nudged the tip of his nose to Jack's lips, then nuzzled his way up along the side of Jack's nose as he said, in a low voice, "Welcome home, hun."
"That's better," Jack purred.
The held man leaned back again, smiled wantonly then parted his lips as if he was about to close in for a kiss. Jack willingly reached for the mouth but the young man was bent on teasing him so pulled back, just far enough away each time Jack lurched for his mouth to derive a frustrated chortle from the older man.
"Tease!" Jack murmured to his taunting lover as he slipped his hand along the thigh he was holding and squeezed the butt firmly. Philip howled with laughter, relief flooding through him and making him light-headed with happiness. Soon he fidgeted, trying to regain his position around Jack as he'd started to slide down during the game.
Aware of why Phil was fidgeting, and also aware that his lover had definitely gained weight with the improved body, Jack stepped into the dining room and deposited his armful onto the polished wood table. Philip slinked off him then
reposed on the table before him, his outstretched arms holding him up, his legs still parted and dangling over the edge of the table, either side of Jack's legs.
With a predatory grin Jack placed his hands over the table's edge and leaned closer to the young man. "Better."
Philip's wanton grin grew even more lascivious as he reclined back onto his elbows now, forcing Jack to really lean over him to reach him. "Than?"
"Being away from you."
"You said it," Philip said, jostling onto one elbow and reaching for the tags around Jack's neck, "Colonel." There was no humor in his words as he, with a flutter of his long black lashes, looked up into the darkening eyes while he tightened the silver ball chain around his fist to tug Jack so close that his soft breaths puffed over the older man's lips as he spoke. "Never do that to me again!" With that he latched onto Jack's mouth, thrusting his tongue into his lover's missed juices and moaning at the sensation of the firm body between his well-parted thighs.
The logistics of arguing why he couldn't keep that promise left Jack as he gave in to the sweet feeling of kissing the one person that got him through the nightmare of the past 48 hours. Instead of reminding Phil that his job was his job and they had to learn to live with it, or not, he reached both hands into the mass of knotted curls, holding the head like it was some delicate object, as he delved deeper with his tongue into the willing and active mouth.
Philip reclined all the way to the hard surface and, in doing so, dragged Jack up along his body with him, pulling him onto the table as well. Jack's knees objected to the angle and to the solidness of the surface but the rest of his body told him to go with it.
Panting hard, Philip broke the kiss and pushed Jack back off him slightly so that he could look up into his eyes. For a moment Jack thought he was about to hear the biggest ultimatum of his life but the seriousness in the black orbs belied the words on Phil's lips; "If you didn't want to see my sketches about the damn breakfast bar, Jack, all you had to do was say so!"
Jack stared at him for a moment, unsure he heard the younger man right, then he lowered his forehead to the toweling robe as he chortled happily, "You can show me your etchings anytime, Philip."
"That would require you actually coming home to see them then."
Jack lifted up again when he heard the sting in the tone. Despite Phil's efforts to try to keep the conversation light he could see that the situation distressed him immensely and that it was definitely something they had to discuss. He rolled off his lover's prone body and dangled his legs over the edge of the table as he dropped his head into his hands.
Philip scooted up behind him, resting his chin on the back of the hunched shoulder. As he smoothed back the gray hair around Jack's ear, he said, "It's your job, and I have to learn to deal with it, I know."
The older man twisted to look back over his shoulder. Phil touched his fingertips to the thin white lips. "It doesn't mean I have to like it."
Wordlessly Jack nodded as he eyes scanned the face carefully. "I could retire," he said, without feeling.
Phil studied the half-turned face then shook his head. "What would we do? Go fishing?"
A smile tugged the tight mouth. "We could."
Phil smiled now too, not an overly happy smile, but one of resignation. "You know I'd only end up using you as fishbait. We'd drive each other..."
"Nuts," they said together then both laughed gently as their eyes met again.
Phil traced his fingertip down the length of Jack's nose. "I don't know the solution, hun, all I know is I'm glad to have you home."
As Jack turned to stare down at the hands laced between his legs he arched his brow skeptically. Again Phil smoothed back the gray hair at Jack's temple before he tilted his face to peer around the wide back as he said, "You .. are.. glad to be home, aren't you?"
Jack lifted his eyes to the heavens as the words, "Oh god, baby, of course I am," spilled from him wretchedly. He shifted to drop one foot to the floor in order to twist completely around to see the man behind him then he gripped Phil's face between his palms as he hissed, "Of *course* I am!" through teeth gritted by sentiment. He tugged the worried-looking man against his chest and held him tightly as he stared out of the large window that overlooked his snow-crested garden.
He held Philip for a long time, just needing to feel the body within his arms, to smell the scent of shampoo that Philip used, to feel the bristles of his lover's cheek against his own throat. His hands gripped up the back of the robe in tight fists as he tried to bury himself in the miserable embrace. In a passionate whisper he finally said, "I love you – so much, Philip!"
That was the other man's undoing. Holding only by a thread anyway, those words struck to the core of the artist, making him burst forth, silently but tearfully, as he held the man he loved, more than life, in his tight grasp. With arms aching he was holding Jack so hard, he rubbed his face into the warm, smooth throat, needing to ingest all of the man he was with, to know his scent, to hear his heartbeat, to know that he was really home, really safe, and really here in his arms.
"Maybe I've just got a warped way of showing it," Jack murmured into the raven hair, continuing his thought.
Philip sniffed harshly as he pulled back and looked into the sad brown eyes. "No, you don't." He pawed Jack's face lovingly but Jack, surprised to see the tears in the darker eyes, grabbed Phil's face once more and stared into the watery depths.
"Oh. Baby.. please.. don't.." He shook his head but his concern only made Philip more upset and more emotional, bringing forth more tears as the younger man tried to lower his face from view, to hide his excessive response. Jack didn't let him hide though; he held the face firmly and met the eyes straight on. "You are all I live for, Philip! You are the only thing that got me through the past few days. The thought of you, being here.. waiting for me... loving.. me.." He pulled him towards his body again, needing to feel the trembling body against him, needing the strength that Phil's presence - despite the emotional state at the moment - always gave to him.
Once he'd gathered his thoughts and held his emotion in check again Philip pried himself from the engulfing embrace to settle back from Jack. He shook his arm to lower the rolled sleeve of his robe over his hand and wiped clumsily at his face with the cuff. "I'm sorry," he murmured, as color tinted his already flushed cheeks. He coughed to clear his throat then he lifted his chin slightly as he repeated, sounding angry with himself; "I'm sorry for that outburst."
The older man captured the face again and shook his head. "Never apologize for loving me, forcryingoutloud!"
"But at the same time you don't need someone who is going to blubber at you every time you're late home from work." As he said this he pushed himself to the edge of the table and stepped down. Jack, hearing the gloom in the tone, reached for, and grabbed, Phil's hand before he could move too far away. He tugged him back towards where he was still perched on the edge of the dining table.
"I was a bit more than 'late home from work', babe. You have every right to be pissed with me right now."
Philip blinked the damp lashes quickly then he said, "I'm not pissed with you, Jack." He clamped his jaw tightly then blew out a loud, large breath. He met the chocolate-brown eyes as he said, "I was scared. Utterly, mind-numbingly... scared."
"Of?"
"Of you not coming home. Of having to go on without you, for God's sake. We’ve only just got it together and I thought…” He tugged his hand from Jack's loose grasp then pushed both hands into his hair as he turned his back on the man at the table.
Jack lowered his chin to his chest and assured him, “I can guess what you thought.”
Phil rolled his eyes to the ceiling. "Yeah, well, I'm not going to last too long if I keep imagining you're dead every time Grae calls me to tell me you're not coming home, am I?" He swiveled at the waist to look back at him.
Jack met the thunderous eyes. He wasn't sure who Philip was angry with - him, or himself. The point was there might well come a time when Graham did have to deliver that news, and every time he didn't return from a mission there was no other way for the Lieutenant to tell Philip why. With the war with the Goa'ulds sure to heat up and not down in the coming months or years Jack knew that the likelihood of him not coming home was always very high. Even though Philip was blissfully unaware of the demons at the Gate it stood to reason that he would be left to think the worse whenever Jack went missing. Sara always did.. and look where that got them...
He sighed and scrubbed his hands through his cropped hair as he slipped off the table and came to stand behind the hunched man. As he wrapped his arms tightly around Philip and, as he enjoyed the feeling of the younger man leaning back into the embrace, he skimmed the tip of the ear with his lips as he said, "What can I do? What do you want me to do?"
Philip rubbed the arms that were crossed over him. "I don't know," he mumbled honestly. "I don't have the answer either."
Jack sighed, and then felt the body in his arms expand and deflate with a sigh as well. "Just look at us," he murmured into the small ear again, knowing what his breath in Phil's ear always did to Phil.
"Tied to the same track, the two of us look back, at oncoming trains ahead."
The way he said it Jack knew that had to be a quote from something. Against the ear he whispered, "What's that from?"
Philip laughed softly then tilted his head back to rest against the rock solid shoulder behind him. "Actually, it's one of Elton John's songs - Please. I don't know that it fits the situation, it just popped into my head."
"Elton John?"
"Yeah." Philip smile was a happy one now as he enjoyed the feeling of the two of them rocking slowly together, entangled closely while they talked in hushed voices.
"I like the odd Elton John song," Jack commented.
"You do?" Philip leaned forward to look back at him. "I don't think I knew that."
Jack smiled and traced the side of his index finger across the stubble-covered cheek. "Learn something new each day."
Philip closed his eyes to enjoy the touch. "With you, I always do," he said, before he opened his eyes and stared up at Jack. "Mostly it's how my capacity to love someone can grow beyond measure."
Jack smiled at those sweet words. His thumb brushed the pink bottom lip as he said, "You say some of the sweetest things sometimes, Philip."
"I mean them too, Jonathan," he returned with a smile verging once more on the playful side. Jack grinned as he cupped the rough cheek in his hand.
"Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?"
Phil's smile broadened to reveal his white teeth. As he stepped closer he raised his chin and arched his throat to keep eye contact. "None," he chortled. "Whatsoever!"
"I bet," Jack chuckled gently as he wrapped his arms around him again, getting a firm grip on one rounded ass cheek within the terry cloth.
Making his eyes wide and innocent looking, Philip said, "No, really, I don't." He touched his finger to the top button on Jack's shirt. "Why don't you-" he fluttered his lashes before meeting Jack's eyes - "Show me."
Jack squeezed the firm butt as he closed in for a kiss. His lips brushed over Phil's as he whispered, "With pleasure."
After some very languid kisses, neither man prepared to rush the wonderful exploration of the other's mouth, they parted breathlessly.
As Philip scrunched his fingers in the short gray hair Jack slipped his hand up along the curve of the body arched against him. Both men gave deep, contented growls at the tender touch.
"You know," Jack said as his hand rounded the top of Phil's shoulder and paused there, "I always do wonder something - when I'm gone.."
"And that is?"
Jack smoothed his palm over the warm cloth then he touched the lapel of Phil's closed robe as he said, "I always wondered what it was you wore to bed when I wasn't around.."
Philip gave a seductive smile before he reached up, sucked in Jack's bottom lip, then nibbled on the top lip, before he slipped his tongue deep into the warm juices. For a moment Jack forgot his question as he gripped up the strong body and devoured the younger man's mouth thoroughly. A few moments past before Phil stepped back, touching the tie around his waist then, with a seductive quirk of his head, asked Jack; "Wanna see?"
The older man's eyes grew wider as the robe was parted and held open, revealing a very naked, partially aroused, artist inside. "Oh, sweet.." Jack shook his head as he stepped up to the Adonis and touched his hand to the furry chest. With deepening breaths he trailed his finger around the nipple with the heart-shaped ring through it then folded the finger to run his knuckle down over the ripples of muscles and onwards to the navel.
Phil bowed his head to watch the long, tanned fingers dance lightly over his skin then he lifted his chin, meeting Jack's intense gaze immediately. Without a word he slipped his hand into Jack's and led him towards the bedroom.
By the side of the bed the two men faced each other then Philip eased the shirt from the belt at Jack's waist and began to unfasten the buttons, never taking his eyes from the soft brown ones watching him closely. With a light sigh he skimmed his hands over Jack's furry chest, up onto his shoulders then nudged the shirt so that it fell down onto the floor at Jack's heels.
As he touched his fingertips to the buckle of the black leather belt he went onto tiptoes and kissed his paramour delicately. Jack's hands came up to cradle the back of the raven head gently as tongues and teeth meshed into a deep, incredible kiss. Blindly Philip released the belt and unfastened the pants then he inched the chinos and underwear off the rounded butt, letting them drop to Jack's ankles.
He broke the kiss with another breath-filled sigh then he locked his intense gaze with Jack's once more before he lowered himself to his knees before him, settling onto his heels in order to reach the laces of Jack's boots. While he nimbly removed the heavy boots and socks he suckled on Jack's knee, sucking in the scarred surface and toying with the slight roughness with his tongue. His hand skimmed down Jack's left calf muscle then his right one as he helped him step from the clothing.
Jack's fingers gripped up a fistful of black hair and he tugged gently, guiding Philip to his feet once more. His other hand peeled the robe from the honey-brown shoulders and the weight of the heavy fabric carried it the rest of the way until the toweling robe dropped to puddle around Phil’s ankles.
Jack cradled the face within the tips of his fingers of both hands, like he was holding a delicate object in his touch, and his gaze drifted from one dark, dilated eye to the other then across the face then back into the eyes.
Tenderly he gathered the face towards him and covered his lover's lips with his own. When he felt them open beneath his touch he entered the wet warmth with a moan of delight. Phil's clipped nails dragged across the slightly freckled back before he reached up and gripped the shoulders tightly while he folded into Jack's larger frame and totally dissolved into the kiss.
As the kiss ended the younger man stepped back but his hands never left the heated flesh as he knelt onto the bed and tugged Jack along with him so that they could lie together. Side-by-side but face-to-face the two men spent many moments just touching and caressing each other, Jack's fingers finding home in the raven hair, soothing the scalp within with the tips of his fingers while Philip traced his hand down the side of Jack's neck, onto his shoulder then traced it down the bulge of muscle on Jack's arm all the way to the hand within his hair. He swirled a heart shape on the back of Jack's hand then he gripped the wrist, removed the hand from his hair and kissed the inside of the wrist tenderly. Jack lazily moved his hand to the sharp hip and tugged Philip closer as he rolled onto his back, forcing the younger man to straddled his larger body.
Phil twisted to place a trail of kisses down along his lover's side, down to his hip then he squirmed further down onto the thighs as he lovingly bit the smooth skin between the hipbone and the tuft of spongy, graying curls at the groin.
With a low moan Jack arched slightly towards the roaming mouth then he scrunched both hand into the long hair as he silently urged his paramour's warm mouth to take him in, suck him furiously and leave him dry.
The cold metal heart-shaped nipple ring skimmed the hairy thighs as Philip trailed kisses around the groin and down the splayed legs, moving out of reach of Jack's hands midway down the solid thigh. He roamed over the knee then down towards the foot, his tongue licking the top of Jack's foot all the way to his big toe. With a soft, gentle moan he sucked the toe into his mouth, earning a solid jerk from its owner as he swirled his tongue around it, soaking it in the juices of his mouth.
Jack's fist pounded the bed as he filled with incredible tingles, creeping up his leg, whirling around his gut and culminating in his groin, sending him rock hard.
With the sound of suction breaking Philip looked up, smiled then slithered up the legs on his chest until he reached the groin area, then he pushed up onto his hands to avoid the jutting cock. Jack's eyes opened slowly and he shook his head as he reached for the grinning face.
"You have no idea what that does to me.."
"I have every idea," Philip said, toying with the dog tags against Jack's chest, "That's why I do it to you." His dark eyes met the older man's softened gaze then he reached down, sucked a hardened nipple between his lips and tenderly bit on it. As he did, his hand glided down Jack's firm stomach, over the spongy hair and his thumb and forefinger encircled the very base of Jack's cock while the rest of his fingers cupped the tightening sack gently.
He felt, as well as heard, Jack's deep moan as his grip slipped up then down the rigid muscle. He moved from the nipple, again ensuring his body, and mostly his own weeping tip, touched Jack's torso as he maneuvered his way towards the groin. "I do it," he continued his thought, "to get this *so* hard.." He moaned throatily as he brushed his cheek against the long, thick muscle then teased the tip with his parted lips, knowing what that image did for Jack. Jack arched again and made soft sounds then he gasped as the head was swallowed to the very back of Phil's throat.
"Sweet, sweet Jesus.." Jack murmured as he melted into the mattress while the expert mouth sucked on him tenaciously. Collecting together all the brain cells that he still had functioning, Jack moved so that he could squirm his way between the kneeling legs and then he threaded his arms so that he was able to reach up and grip the narrow waist from behind easily.
With a tilt of his hands Jack made the body above him tilt and the tanned, rounded globes hung delectably above him. He lost thought for a moment as Phil sucked hard along the length of his stem then released the pressure, allowing Jack to breathe again.
He readjusted the tilt of the ass above him then reached up and tenderly swiped his tongue over the tight, hot pucker. Philip hissed and wriggled against the mouth as he continued his own determined act. Jack swiped his tongue from the crinkled balls, along the perineum and up into the valley for the pucker once more.
This time Philip gasped around the firm muscle within his mouth and he stilled his action whilst he allowed himself to give in to the sensations Jack was creating within him. With his head thrown back he dragged back a ragged breath before turning on his hands and knees until he was straddling Jack, the right way up. He reached down and kissed his lover enthusiastically on the lips then he threw his head back again, breaking the kiss with a loud sigh. He swayed slightly, caressing his tip across the fuzz on Jack's stomach as he told him, "I want to make love to you."
Jack stared up into the dark eyes, lifted his hand to tuck back some wayward hair then he dragged two fingertips down the chiseled cheekbone and onto the pouted red lips. "Prepare me."
Philip's heart skipped several beats as he reached for the lube from the nightstand. He knelt between Jack's thighs while he removed the lid from the tube, coated his fingers then pressed two digits against the tight opening between Jack's splayed thighs. He watched the slight flinch across the older man's face as the fingers invaded the warm moist tightness then he worked at preparing his lover for penetration. Leaning forward he reached for Jack's mouth and kissed him fervently as he withdrew the fingers just far enough to add a third one to them then he pressed all three into the heat. It always took some work to get Jack to the point that he felt confident he could bear the size of his cock. As soon as he knew that time had come, and with his own needs making him achingly hard, he withdrew his fingers, smeared more gel onto them then coated the entrance generously.
He was always gentle when he made love to Jack, they left the roughhousing and the alternate angles for when he was the bottom, as he'd had more experience in that field and derived more pleasure from it. While it was never a 'joke' the times Jack penetrated him, sex that way was usually more fun and adventurous - they tied each other up, they utilized ice from the freezer, they enlisted the aid of toys and food, they 'played' and tested the boundaries of their 'safe spots' - but when it was the other way around, when Jack was the bottom, both seemed to sense and respect that this was truly the art of making love to each other. It was a sacred and rare moment in their lives that spoke volumes about their love and their love affair.
Philip guided his tip to the cleft between Jack's legs then he touched his thumb to the tender opening, pressed it in slightly before he withdrew it once more. He looked deep into Jack's eyes; seeking permission to go ahead and he received it in a tender touch to his butt, where Jack pressed on him, silently urging him in. Phil placed his hands under each of Jack's knees and hoisted the legs up and back gently, opening his lover more to increase the ease of penetration then he pressed against the tightness until he finally popped through. Jack hissed, a mixture of pain and lust, as the tight ring expanded to allow the invading muscle deep into the willing body. Jack's fingers dug into the flesh of the soft butt as Philip inched his length in, agonizingly slowly.
While Jack was grunting out of discomfort Philip was crying out in sweet enjoyment of the tight heat engulfing him and making him tingle in every nerve of his body. He gave a soft cry as he closed his eyes and pressed the last of himself into his lover. "Oh.. God!" He gasped euphorically as he settled there a moment to allow Jack to adjust. Slowly his eyes opened and he stared down at the man below him. Tracing a shaking hand over Jack's cheek he whispered lasciviously, "*You*are so gorgeous!"
Jack's heels dug into the mattress slightly as he began to thrust up, encouraging Philip to move now that he felt ready. The younger man didn't need more encouragement as he tentatively began to press in then drag himself out of his paramour's body.
The sweet sensations couldn't last forever, Philip knew that, but he tried to hold on for as long as he could. After going without for so long the sensation of making love, and being made love to, still awed him and made him feel so ‘alive’, but with a very short fuse. He knew, though, that with practice, he’d grow to last longer and be able to give Jack even more during sex.
Staring down, unable to speak, unable to express the incredible love he felt for the man he was with right now, his chest grew tight and his body began to shake as he watched Jack's face in the throes of their joined passion. As he felt the swell of orgasm stir within him he gritted his teeth, grunted then pleaded, "Love me forever.."
"I promise you," Jack raised his hand to the flushed face above him. "I will."
Philip cried out as he came, hard and strong, the orgasm ripped from his body in powerful convulsive thrusts until he fell, boneless, onto the solid body beneath him. Jack instantly petted the mass of hair on his chest, smoothing it from the panting face as he repeated, "I will," before he reached down and kissed the top of the mop of hair.
Philip remained there for a few heartbeats then he leaned up, looked down into the loving gaze and smiled dopily. Carefully he eased himself from Jack's body until, with a soft pop, he was fully free then he rolled onto his back, his arms splayed across the bed, slapping accidentally against Jack's stomach.
"Whip me. Beat me," the colonel laughed languidly as he rolled onto his side and settled onto his elbow to gaze down into the lust-hazed eyes.
"With pleasure!" Philip chuckled tiredly in response then moaned as Jack began to kiss across his chest, slowly making his way towards the other nipple, the one without the ring in it.
Jack bit the nipple quite firmly, knowing that Philip enjoyed that, and he was rewarded with a deep groan from the other man. Rolling totally onto the slighter body Jack settled between the thighs, feeling the tacky wetness of the softened cock against his stomach as he trailed kisses over Phil's upper chest and throat. The skin, that had been florid during the orgasm and etched with veins by the strenuous act, was now its usual tanned color and radiated heat as Jack's lips passed over it. The stubble that covered the arched throat ended before the dip at the base then short chest hairs speckled the honey-brown skin, growing denser towards the cut of the pectoral muscles before disappearing altogether over the smooth plains of Phil's stomach, apart from the tantalizing trail of tiny curls to the groin.
Jack's fingers played over the body hair and scratched at the sharp, short stubble until his fingertips felt numb. It was one of the things he loved so much about Philip - the unmistakable manliness of his body. The second thing was, as he rolled his amenable partner onto his stomach and dragged him onto his knees as he, himself, settled back onto his heels, he loved that Phil's back was free of such manly 'hair' - for he couldn't stand a hairy back!
With a soft moan he showered light kisses across the back of Phil's shoulders as he ran his hands up and down the front of the heavenly body. Philip, still expended by his own performance, was starting to feel the rumblings of desire and want again within his groin and thighs as Jack's lips expertly located each of his 'spots' and toyed with them to arouse his interest.
He rolled his head back, the mop of hair draping down Jack's back now, and then, in a deep, languid growl he said, "You make me feel so good.." His chin dropped to his chest again as Jack explored up the spine and into the forest of tiny black curls that always lay hidden beneath the length of hair. A shiver ran through the young man and he purred, "So ... good.."
"I can make you feel better," Jack told him huskily to which Philip partly turned towards him, smiled dopily and said, "I know you can." Blindly he felt for the tube by his knee then passed it back over his shoulder to Jack.
The older man took the lube, then, with the same hand, he turned Phil's face more towards him as he reached for a passionate kiss. As they parted Philip rose off Jack's lap and onto his knees, then reached a hand towards the bed end for an anchor.
Jack skimmed the crimp of the lube down the spine presented to him; the corner of the metal tube left a faint red trail down the skin. Philip shivered at the sensation of the cold metal on his heated skin then he groaned as Jack's hands gripped his tingling butt and held it tight while he reached in for another swipe with his tongue. "God, I love when you do that," he muttered then felt length of Jack's body press against him from behind before he heard, whispered into his ear, "I love to do it."
As the clean, short clipped nails pressed through the wrinkled pucker Philip hissed happily, wriggling to impale himself onto Jack’s long digits. He turned his head slightly to nudge against the face so close to him as he enjoyed the sensation of Jack's fingers in him, pushing and stretching him for penetration.
As he shifted his kneeling body into position behind the slighter man Jack lifted his tags and dropped them over his shoulder and down his back, so that they didn't hurt Philip when he brushed against him. He gripped up the mess of waves at the back of Phil's head and tilted the face towards him for another breath-sapping kiss. At the same time he placed his other hand on the very edge of Phil's pubic hair and pushed against the pelvic bone as he pressed himself into the folds of heat within Philip.
Into Jack's mouth Philip gasped as the wide head popped through his first ring, then passed the second band and finally all the way in, filling him so completely that he was sure he could feel his organs shift to accommodate the mass. He sucked Jack's tongue tenaciously as they moved together in what would seem like well practiced sync but had to be, in all honesty, one of about a half a dozen acts of real, fully penetrated sex since Phil's healing. His year of celibacy didn’t seem to fade his unquenchable desire for anal sex though and unlike their first night following the healing, when Philip had hurt from the act, subsequent sessions together rekindled the hunger within the young man, making him ache for the feeling of Jack within him, and making him dizzy whenever he was.
“Harder,” Philip pleaded desirously as he fought to keep his eyes open he was so lost in the act. Jack didn’t need telling twice and his pace quickened and his strikes grew harder, like he was trying to bury himself into the body before him. His hands roamed the strong, muscular back, the view adding to his pleasure as he struck each time, so forcefully that Philip was shunted that fraction further across the bed on his knees. He tangled his fingers into the hair and gently eased Philip up off his hands and back against his chest, and then he wrapped his arms around the pliable body and held on tight as he neared his own completion.
Philip was rag doll-like as Jack kissed up along his shoulders, up the side of his throat and then chewed on the small ear lasciviously. With each strike Jack was hitting the spot and Phil’s body received electrical charges that droned him into lust-filled oblivion, making him feel like he was floating in a cloud of pheromones.
He felt the swelling deep within him then heard Jack’s breaths shorten as the older man reached his peak. Finally, with a loud, long gasp, Jack came, shuddering and shivering into the narrow body until he was drained completely.
With his arms wrapped tightly around Phil’s body Jack could feel the heart thudding against the palm of his hand. He kissed Phil’s cheek then whispered, “That was ….extraordinary!” He chuckled throatily as Phil’s hand reached back and tickled up the back of his thigh.
“I’ll say.” The young man mumbled languidly. “The best..” He flinched as Jack pulled out from his body then he turned and together they laid, Philip with his head on the throbbing chest as he caressed his fingers into Jack’s chest curls.
They remained entwined together, both gently stroking the other as they enjoyed the peace of being together.
<End of Part 111>
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