Part 112 - the final part of Series 3
Website dedicated to Lieutenant Graham Simmons
With a deep contented growl Philip raised his head from where he’d been using Jack as a pillow and grinned lopsidedly at him. “I think I need a shower,” he purred while he reached to kiss the hirsute chest. The older man lifted a heavy arm to swipe some black wavy hair from the corner of Philip’s eye.
“I think I need some sleep.”
Philip shifted up along the body, planted a tender peck onto the thin lips then pushed back and said, “Sleep well, my Colonel. I’m going to the gym for an hour or so. I’ll wake you when I come home, if you like.” He twisted out of the bed and walked over to the doorway to the bathroom as he arched back, yawning loudly.
Jack gathered a pillow under his head and smiled as he watched the Adonis-like body disappear into the small bathroom. Whether it was the soothing pitter-patter of the shower running in the next room, or the sheer exhaustion brought on by their physical activity so soon after dehydration, but whatever the reason, Jack soon drifted off into a deep slumber.
It was disturbed, only moments later, as the telephone jangled loudly beside the bed. Jack, disorientated and drowsy, reached for the receiver but his hand missed the mark, dropping clumsily over the edge of the bed as he crashed, face down, into his pillow.
The answer machine kicked in and Jack heard his own voice saying, “You’ve called for a reason. It’s your dime, so leave a message” then there was a low buzz before a hesitant English-sounding voice come on; “Hello Philip? Guess who! <soft laughter>”
Jack’s eyes cracked open then shut again.
The caller went on, “Listen, I’m dreadfully sorry but I think I’ll have to break our date this morning. I’m frightfully sorry but <more soft laughter> you see, the truth is, I’m still fagged from our bout yesterday, not to mention the sight seeing and then the night in the nightclub. You wore me out! <Louder laughter>”
Both of Jack’s eyes slotted open again and he waited for the cloud of sleep to lift while he listened to the caller.
“I’m sure you’re showering, though I don’t know why you bother, you know how hot and sweaty we’re both going to get – or eating breakfast, perhaps you’re eating breakfast instead, because I know how much you like to get up early <soft chortle>”
Jack jerked his heavy head up high enough to glare at the message machine.
“and root around-”
The crease between Jack’s eyes grew noticeably deeper.
“Anyway, Phil, I just had to say that while I really enjoyed yesterday I’ll definitely have to give it a miss today. Perhaps we could meet up later, unless your man comes home earlier than you expect, and then, of course, all bets are off!”
Jack inhaled deeply then exhaled loudly, then he pressed himself up into a sitting position.
“So perhaps we can meet up later and I’ll let you torture me again! I pity that man of yours if you’re always so energetic! Anyway, I’ve possibly used up all of your tape now so I shall sign off, crawl back under the duvet and think about you while I ache in places I didn’t know existed! As you promised though, dear boy, it’s a delicious ache! I’ll call later. We have to get together before I leave for San Francisco, at least. Ciao Bella.”
Jack pressed the balls of his hands into his tired, stinging eyes as he told himself that that message could not have been what it sounded like. No way! No how!
At that moment Philip returned to the bedroom, his body darkened by the heat of the water and small droplets glistened over his skin. He came up to the side of the bed then cupped the sitting man’s chin in his hand.
“I thought you were going to sleep,” he said as he bent over to kiss the sleep weary face tenderly.
“I uh..” Jack looked past him to the red flashing light on the machine. He returned his attention to the handsome face smiling at him. “Something woke me up.”
“I hope it wasn’t me. I dropped the shampoo bottle.”
“Maybe.” Jack shrugged then watched as Phil went to the dresser on the far wall to pull out some clean sweats.
As he tugged on white cotton boxer shorts Phil said, “I hope you don’t mind that I want to keep this gym appointment today..”
“It’s fine-” Jack’s head thumped from lack of sleep. “I need the rest and you don’t want me tagging along behind.”
Stepping into pale gray sweat pants, Philip shook his head and said, “You’re way wrong on that, love. I’d love for you to come with me!”
“You always say that,” Jack mumbled.
“You always say no,” Philip retorted. His words were mangled a bit by the sweatshirt he was tugging over his head.
The graying brow arched. "What if I were to say yes this time.”
“Perfect!” Philip grinned happily. “Come with me.”
“You’re just saying that because you know I’ll say no,” Jack slurred his words sleepily.
Philip smiled as he crossed the room and settled on the edge of the bed. “I think that blow to your cheek has rattled a few brain cells in there, love. I’m saying that because I want you to come with.” Suddenly his face broke into a lascivious grin as he leaned towards Jack, nuzzled his face lecherously as he purred, “All hot and sweaty, pumped up beside me.. Just think hun!” He exclaimed in breathless ecstasy. He nibbled Jack’s mouth as he added, “Just think of the sex afterwards!”
Jack moaned at the tender onslaught. “You’re so horny!”
A deep rumble of agreement came from the young man as Philip crawled on hands and knees and straddled himself over Jack now. The older man could see the cock jutting at an angle beneath the soft sweat pants.
“Always am now, for you!”
Jack stared up at him for a while, seeing the love radiating from the dark eyes. Happiness, or the heat of the shower, had made Phil’s cheeks positively glow and his dark stubble stood out against the tanned face. His long hair was pulled off his face and, as he lowered his chin to look down at Jack some of it sidled around to frame his face, like a prefect rendition of the Archangel Ariel, smiling down on him. In this light, Jack was sure he could see him glow, then he was sure of one thing – he needed *way* more sleep!
Philip kicked his leg off Jack and lay down beside him. They didn’t talk, they just stared into each other’s eyes for a moment then Philip pressed himself up onto one hand while he reached for the phone with the other.
“What are you doing?” Jack asked.
“I’m calling my gym buddy, and canceling..” He frowned when Jack reached up and disconnected the call before the phone could ring at the other end. “Why did you do that?” He replaced the receiver.
“I think your gym buddy called, while you were in the shower.”
“He did?” He followed the roll of Jack’s eyes to the message machine and only then noticed the blinking light. He reached across Jack again and hit the play button. After he’d listened he hit erase then snuggled down beside the warm body again, resting his head back onto Jack’s chest.
“I figured he was either your gym buddy or..”
Phil raised his head and looked down into the soft brown eyes. “Or?”
Jack’s eyes flittered across the handsome face. As he pushed back some hair he said, “you know what, I don’t think there is an or..”
“You don’t?”
Jack smiled lovingly. “No,” he said most definitely. “I don’t.”
Philip smiled too, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly as he closed in for a tender kiss. “Good.”
Jack sighed as the younger man pulled back just far enough to rest his forehead against the curve of forehead and nose on Jack’s face. They were silent for a moment, neither needing to talk. After a moment, Jack said, on a voice softened with passion; “I love you, Philip.”
The young man lifted up, searched the brown eyes intently then told him, “I love you too, Jonathan.”
He lay back down in Jack’s arms, rested his head on the thumping chest and slowly drifted off to sleep while his partner caressed his long sideburn with tender strokes. Philip knew that he and Jack were going to make it. No matter how many times Jack was ‘late home from work’ it was worth it to be sharing this life with him. As if reading his thoughts, Jack moved at that moment, placed a gentle kiss on the top of Phil’s head and then he closed his eyes and allowed the sleep of a very contented man wash over him.
*
The door to Daniel’s apartment flew inwards, slamming against the wall as the two men, fervently kissing, stumbled blindly into the apartment. Graham grappled for the door behind him but it was Daniel, reaching up and over his shoulder, who located it first, steered them aside from it and kicked it shut with the back of his heel while he started to tear at Graham’s clothing.
The younger, stockier man pressed against him, pushing him back onto the door, then, still blinded with the kiss, he found the lock with his hands and clicked it on, securing their privacy.
Daniel couldn’t get the last button on the pale brown checked shirt undone and he growled in frustration as the fumbled with it. Graham gripped the join of his shirt and tugged it, the button popping and rolling somewhere close by on the polished wooden floor.
When the sound, soft over their grunts and noises of passion, was heard Daniel laughed into Graham’s mouth but Graham merely mumbled into the kiss, “Old shirt anyway.”
Gripping up the edges of the shirt into his fists Daniel pushed Graham back from the onslaught, stared into his eyes and then said, “Hate to be accused of ripping off your clothes!”
“Not like you haven’t done it before!” Graham retorted gleefully.
Daniel sucked back a lustful moan as he ran his hands over his lover’s chest. “No one would blame me!” He reached down and bit Graham’s nipple hard, eliciting a growl from the man with his head thrown back. Daniel continued to lave at the hardened nub as he released the belt around Graham’s waist, deftly unfastened his jeans and slid his hands into the front of the dark gray underwear to cradle the hot groin in both hands gently. “You have the best body.”
“You have the best hands!” the younger man told him, to which, Daniel laughed.
“All the better for holding you with!” He closed in and sucked at the base of Graham’s throat, again resulting in a deep guttural groan.
“Dan,” Graham sighed out softly then he captured the face between his palms, lifted Daniel upright and looked into the darkened eyes. “I’d really like a shower.. first..”
The owlish eyes blinked twice behind the round lenses then the slightly taller man stepped back, eased his hands from the confines and held his hand out towards the bathroom door.
“Why don’t you join me?” Graham asked as he tucked himself into the opened fly, leaving it open as he stepped over to the wooden door.
Daniel scratched behind his ear as he told him, “I don’t need one. I showered on base.”
Graham leaned his bare shoulders back against the cold, hard surface and he cupped his hand around the door handle. “Who said anything about you needing one. For that matter, who said anything about you getting clean at all in here?” He jerked his head to the room behind him. The anthropologist licked his lips slowly then a smile crept over his face as he moved over to where Graham was still lazing against the door. As Daniel drew nearer he lifted his chin and a smile spread across both men’s face.
As Daniel ran the water, adjusting it to the perfect temperature for them Graham stood before the mirror and lathered his face in thick white foam.
With his hand jostling the droplets of water Daniel watched his paramour in the act of shaving. He admired the strong, athletic body, shown off to perfection by the torn-apart shirt that was still partially tucked in at the back of the blue denim jeans, affording him a view of a neat, rounded ass. His eyes scanned around to the front of the side-on body and he noticed a most definite bulge in the front, which poked out some blue of the underwear from between the parted zipper. In profile, the torso had a dark halo extending up the front from the top of the underwear, under the dog tags and up to the dip at the base of the arched throat.
Daniel moved in behind the man concentrating with the razor in his hands. From where he stood behind him Daniel glided his hand from the furry patch extending below the low-slung underwear, up over the little ‘outie’ belly button, staying on the path of ebony hairs over the six-packed stomach and onto the tags nestled in a bed of thicker hair in the center of Graham’s chest. As soon as he could he watched this trail in the mirror then, as his hand smoothed over the hirsute chest, he lifted his gaze and met the dark eyes staring back at him.
“You’re making my hand shake,” Graham confessed with a laugh beneath the thick white foam.
Daniel sighed and traced his finger up onto the shoulder and slid the shirt from the smooth skin, which he leaned down to kiss the moment the warm flesh was exposed to the steamy air of the bathroom. With his mouth brushing the light honey skin he murmured, “You’re making me quiver too.”
Graham sighed and Daniel felt the tremble beneath the skin. He kissed the flesh again and again then he nuzzled his nose into the short hair at the back of Graham’s neck. “Dan, please..” groaned the caressed man who was trying to remain strong long enough to shave his face, but after a few nibbles and licks he gave into the sensation and moaned loudly as a shiver ran up his spine to the touched area.
Graham felt Daniel’s hands on his bare shoulders then, with a slight tug, the older man had turned him on the spot and pressed his covered ass against the cold, smooth surface of the wash basin. He swallowed, as he looked into eyes so dark, so dilated that he knew there was no stopping Daniel from the hunger burning in his soul. Therefore, he wasn’t surprised to feel the towel being swiped across his face, removing the shaving foam. Daniel dropped it where he stood and, after cupping the back of the head in one hand, closed in for a deep, desirous kiss. It was a long kiss. Impossibly sensuous as the two strong bodies coiled together in the need to satiate the insatiable within them.
After some time Daniel stepped back, his eyes hooded and blinking slowly. He didn’t reach out for Graham, nor did he touch him, but as he backed out of the bathroom, and into his bedroom, they moved in perfect sync, as if an invisible thread was binding them together. The only time they stopped was to switch off the water, and even then they didn’t take their eyes off each other.
Daniel backed up until he sat on the edge of the bed and Graham stepped, wordlessly, in between his knees. The older man snaked his arms around the sturdy body, burying his face in the warm stomach.
From where he stood Graham caressed the long, golden brown hair with both hands until Daniel squeezed him so tightly that he was forced to kneel onto the bed to prevent toppling onto his partner. As he steadied himself with a knee against the mattress Daniel scooted a little further back onto the bed, ran his hand down the thigh of the leg still on the floor, and encouraged Graham to kneel over him now. As the weight of the man changed from standing to kneeling Daniel occupied himself with gnawing tenderly on the groin within the blue underwear within the opened zipper. Lasciviously Daniel sighed as he eased the cock from the confines. He breathed heavily as he whispered, “I can’t get enough of you,” as he inhaled deeply, sucking in the stringent aroma of musk that filled the air and made him dizzy.
Graham’s fingers dug into the scalp. “Put me in your mouth!” he demanded softly.
He cried out loudly as Daniel obeyed him, taking him all the way in to the forest of black curls at the base of the dark red cock. “Yesss!” He hissed as he threw his head back jubilantly then he began to rock against the face desperately sucking on him. After a few moments his body began to tremble and he knew he was getting close. He looked down at the man sucking him off, cupped his hand against the arched throat and whispered, “I love what you can do with that mouth of yours!”
The blue eyes flickered open and looked up, and Graham caught his breath. “Jesus, Dan,” he said shakily, “You’re fucking gorgeous!” His hand went to the back of the mid-length hair and he held the head tightly as he began to shove his cock in further and more rapidly, knowing that the sounds emanating from the other man were ones of pleasure, as well as pain. With an almighty roar he came. He released the head and Daniel enfolded his arms around the bucking hips to hold him tightly as he furiously shivered and expelled what seemed like every drop of seed within him. With a rush of air from his lung, the younger man toppled onto his back and hastily tugged his pants off all the way. He was assisted by a very enthusiastic partner and while Daniel dragged the pants down to the feet, quickly disposing of all signs of shoes, socks underwear and jeans Graham arched up to reach back for the lube in the side table.
The sound of skin slapping skin could be heard as Daniel fumbled with Graham’s legs, kissing and sucking his way up the firmly muscled limbs to the soggy and limp cock. He took it in his mouth once more, making Graham flinch in sensitivity, and then, ever so gently, Daniel bit the spongy shaft before spitting it out and shifting up the body with more kisses and licks. As they came face-to-face, Graham on his back, Daniel hovered over him on outstretched arms, the younger man said, “Hope I didn’t hurt you.”
There were telltale red marks in each corner of Daniel’s mouth that clearly indicated that he had, but Daniel grinned, tilted his face sweetly and said, “You know I like it like that.”
Graham’s lust manifested itself in a devilish grin. “So do I!”
“Good,” Daniel told him as he shoved two well-lubricated fingers deep into him. “I fully intend to ram you off this damn bed.”
“Is that a threat, or a promise..” He gasped and closed his eyes as expert fingers swiped his gland.
The veins on Daniel’s throat and along his arm stood out from the effort his muscles were going to to enlarge the tight pucker to the size that would welcome a thick cock.
“Both!’ He held the quivering body in both hands and positioned himself at the loosened opening. He hooked one of Graham’s legs up over the bend in his arm as he pressed down into him. Both men gasped loudly and Daniel soon settled himself into a very hypnotic rhythm that had them both panting for breath and sweating despite the snow out on the balcony a few feet away.
They remained that way for a short while, Daniel ramming in hard, and Graham, as promised, being shifted up the bed by each forceful buck. The man on the bottom pressed up against Daniel’s chest and drew the eyes opened. “Lay down,” he told him as he eased himself off the throbbing cock.
Daniel winced as they disconnected, then he laid down onto his back and lifted his knees to cradle the body that was easing itself down the slippery shaft once more. “Oh, God!” Graham cried out softly, “That feels so damn good.”
Daniel smiled lazily and stroked the thighs as he watched the smoldering brown eyes above him, trained on him, never leaving his gaze. The flop of short black hair trembled with each strike until Graham threw his head back and growled deeply, rumbling a vibration throughout his body and into their joining.
Daniel moaned and reached his hands up to cup the ass that was working so hard. “Open your eyes,” he whispered and Graham lowered his chin and looked down upon him again. A smile trembled on Daniel’s lips. “You know how much I love seeing those eyes open.”
Graham leaned down onto hands either side of Daniel’s head. “My eyes are wide open,” he whispered as he stared into the blue orbs. “Wide open, and what I see is my future.”
The older man sighed softly then smiled. “I like the sound of that.”
Graham reached for a kiss then he straightened up and returned his concentration to the sex, but all the while he remained with his eyes locked with Daniel’s.
It didn’t take long. Daniel soon cried out loudly and curled up, wrapped his arms around the sturdy body as he shivered and shuddered while swirls of orgasm seeped through each nerve, each muscle of his body. “Oh God,” he shivered again as the feelings subsided slowly. “Oh…. God.” He flopped back down onto the mattress, arms wide open and totally spent. Graham eased himself carefully from the partially deflated cock then he curled up into the arms of his lover and nuzzled his face into the curve of Daniel’s throat.
“And I like the sound of that,” Graham purred, continuing the conversations as if there had been no interruption. While he soaked up the warmth of the panting man’s body he stared off into the distance, not focusing on anything in particular.
“Sound of what?” Daniel’s voice reverberated in his throat and could be felt by the man lying against him.
“The sound of you coming,” Graham told him unabashedly. “I could listen to that forever…”
A smile twitched on Daniel’s lips as he closed his eyes and allowed the sweet state of euphoria to envelop him. “I might just hold you to that, Graham.”
Graham pushed up, looked down into his eyes, and said, “You do that, Daniel.”
They smiled again then the younger man settled onto the smooth chest and allowed his eyes to drift shut. Just as he was about to fall to sleep he heard, and felt, Daniel ask, “So, you still worried about what Jack thinks?”
For a second Graham frowned, then he opened his eyes, pressed up again and looked down on Daniel. He gave a soft cough, looked deeply into Daniel’s eyes and said, “You have got to be joking!”
Daniel laughed and shrugged. “Just checking.”
Graham kissed the smooth chest delicately then he settled down once more into Daniel’s arms and allowed a deep sleep to finally claim him, for the first time in days.
THE END.
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Author's Notes:
This marks the end of Series Three of the Bombshells Series and this also marks the end of series for this entire storyline. I have brought us back, relatively, to where it all began, 168 parts ago… which, if you consider that each is at least 11 pages long, if not more, is a very long ride indeed, my friend.
To those few that followed this storyline right through – I thank you, most sincerely! The feedback I have received, regarding Philip Simmons the most, has totally overwhelmed me, made me proud of ‘my boy’ and made me more confident as a writer. I sincerely thank that handful of you who have so wonderfully supplied feedback, if not for every part, for darn near each one. Your kind words have always kept me going.
To those that might not have sent feedback so often, but still did, I also thank you. Getting messages out of the blue over this series has been wonderful and I thank each and every person for every single letter of thanks they have sent me since I posted the first part on July 4 2000 (Almost two years ago – Yikes!!!!)
To those that have been saving this until the end.. go forth and read LOL.. I hope you enjoy it.
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While the performances given by RDA and MS help to fuel the author's desire to write for their characters in a niche that she feels is present on the actual show, the portrayal of their characters in loving relationships in no way reflects the Author's opinion of the men's private life, nor should it be construed in that manner.