Part 54
Not long after Graham's departure Jack and Daniel had gone into the kitchen to talk about Philip's odd behavior.
"I admit," Daniel was agreeing with him, "that he does seem a little strange at the moment."
"Yes." Jack growled as he ran a hand through his hair. "But how? I can't quite pin point it."
Daniel scowled as he cast his eyes towards the living room - and at the racket that Philip was creating on the piano at that moment. "Neither can I," he said, raising his voice over the din from the next room.
Jack flinched at a particularly high note then said, "If he was otherwise healthy I would just think he was in a good mood."
Daniel nodded then said, "But he's not. Has his coughing always been this bad?"
Jack nodded. "Last night I swear that the only time he stopped coughing was to draw breath."
"The cold night air probably hasn't helped," Daniel said, suddenly lowering his voice when Philip stopped playing. Both men gave a sigh of relief then were surprised when Philip appeared in the doorway.
"Hey baby, how about we go back to my place," the young man said with a sluggish smile.
Jack looked at him then said, "What for?"
"I forgot there was something I needed to do there." Philip entered the kitchen now, wrapped his arms around Jack's waist and leaned his head against his shoulder. "Can we?"
Jack looked at Daniel as he kissed the raven hair. "Sure." He pulled back slightly as he said, "But, how about we go there tomorrow night? After I come home from work instead? You've had a pretty full on few days and you're looking a little tired."
The young man cuddled Jack closer and chuckled deep in the back of his throat, prompting a quick coughing fit. After he'd regained his composure he looked at Daniel and said, "He's so cute when he worries about me, isn't he?"
Daniel looked at Jack, seeing the mouth on his friend wordlessly flapping open and shut then Jack screwed up his face and sighed, slapping a hand across his eyes. Daniel smirked.
"Yes, he is."
Tiredly Phil smiled and tilted his face to look at his lover. "See. Told you!"
Jack grumbled as he nodded. "Yeah, yeah, whatever..."
Now the younger man gave an almost contended hum as he gripped the body closer again. "So, can we go now? To my place?"
"Yes, let's!" Jack said, trying to untangle himself and then he mumbled as he leaned towards Daniel, "Before he says anything else embarrassing."
The friend smiled again and watched as Philip went through to the sofa to pick up his parcel. In a low voice intended for Jack's ears only, he said, "You let me know if I can help.. in any way, okay?"
Jack nodded then said, "I will. Guess I'll see you at work tomorrow."
"Meeting with you at oh-seven-thirty," the young man said unenthusiastically. "Why can't our job be nine-to-five like normal people?"
"Because then we'd be like normal people-" Jack shuddered then smiled. "Can't have that now, can we?"
Daniel rolled his eyes. "I'd like to try it for a week." They went over to the front door, soon joined by Philip who was pulling his coat back on.
"Oh?" Jack said, stopping to help his lover on with his coat.
Daniel looked at him then shrugged. "Only for a week." With a sudden shake of his head he removed his glasses and rubbed at his tired eyes. "Sorry - I was thinking out loud."
Jack eyed him warily but made no other comment on the subject. As Philip passed by Daniel to leave the apartment he paused long enough to kiss him on the cheek then said, "Ewww, stubble!"
Daniel's and Jack's eyes met. Apart from the odd gesture Phil had just made the comment was even stranger, given that Philip had a beard. Jack shrugged then stepped up to the anthropologist. He made it look like he was about to do the same thing then he grinned as he pulled back. Daniel sighed with relief then nodded and patted Jack's shoulder as the older man left the apartment.
*
The two men re-entered the tiny apartment a short time later and Jack tossed the keys onto the table beside the door.
"What was it you wanted to do here?" he asked, watching as Philip went over to the shelves where the c.d. player was precariously balanced, and searched through the untidy racks of discs before choosing one. The haunting aria of Vissi D'Arte from Tosca filled the room. Jack instantly recognized the song by Maria Callus as the one Philip had played to him on their first night there.
When he turned from the shelves, Philip had a look in his eyes that Jack hadn't seen in a very long time. All playfulness was gone. The young man crossed over to him then reached up and cupped Jack's face.
"Make love to me again, Jack?"
Jack jerked his face from the touch then frowned. "Whoa! What the..?"
Philip cupped his hand behind the gray head and pulled him closer for a kiss, whispering, "Like you did that first night here." Their lips met in a tender kiss then he pulled back, swiping his tongue across his dry mouth. "Do you remember that night?"
"Of course I do," Jack whispered.
"Then make love to me like that again?" the younger man asked.
Jack noted how heavy he was breathing though and knew it was far more than arousal causing the breathlessness in his partner. "No, Philip," he said, removing the hand from around his neck. "You're not well...."
With gentle urging, Philip smiled and gripped the front of Jack's sweater as he went on his tiptoes. Nudging his nose against the thin lips, he said, in a low, throaty voice, "I'm well .. I'm.. well.." He kissed the dry mouth once more then pulled back, a smile growing on his face. "Please, hun," he said, fluttering his lashes as he stepped back, starting to unbutton his shirt.
Jack growled then ran his hand through his hair. What was the protocol here? Did 'granting a dying man his last wish' cover this kind of thing? He grimaced then heard Phil's chuckle.
"What are you worried about? We're two grown men, hun," the artist said, then ran his hand across Jack's groin until he felt a response. "One growing more than the other at the moment," he added with another throaty chuckle that turned into coughing. Jack lifted the enticing hand away from his pants.
"That cough is exactly why we shouldn't be doing this.." Jack protested, pointing his finger at Philip.
"My cough is going to be with me until my dying day, Jack..." he retorted. "That doesn't mean I never want the chance to be with you - even if it's just one more time..." He licked along Jack's jaw-line and up behind his ear.
"Didn't we try this yesterday?" Jack asked, his voice quavered slightly as Phil toyed over the tender spot below his ear lobe.
"Not the way I want to do this, we didn't," Phil murmured as he nudged his nose in behind Jack's ear.
"How...?" The older man's breath hitched then he pushed him away. Phil's expression was both coquettish and beguiling as he fluttered his lashes, but Jack pointed his finger at him again and said, "How is this different?"
Philip stared at the finger as he muttered; "You got any cuts on that thing?"
"No," Jack said, distracted by the unexpected question. He was about to inspect his finger when Philip engulfed it with his mouth instead. With the digit trapped between his teeth he smoothed his tongue across the tip as he smiled, then he closed his eyes and suckled on the finger as it slipped in and out of his mouth. Jack's body filled with tendrils of tingles that snaked down his spine and gripped his thighs and butt. He groaned as he reluctantly pulled the wet finger from the warm mouth and Philip smiled unabashedly as he wiped the heel of his hand across his moistened lips.
"That is not helping!" Jack warned. The young man's long fingers reached out to the covered groin once again and felt the hard rod inside.
"I'd say it was, actually."
Jack shook his head. "Listen, just because junior can't control itself.."
"Junior!" Phil chuckled throatily now and inched towards Jack, who in return, stepped back away.
"Just because it can't.. doesn't mean.. You know, having your hand there is really distracting!"
The heavy eyes blinked slowly. "Go on, admit it. You want me.." Phil said.
Jack stopped retreating and held his hands up. "That's totally not the issue here."
"Do you want me, Jack?" Phil asked, his breath husky.
"No.. I mean, yes, but no, we... Phil!" He squeaked when the young man rubbed his hard-on once more.
"Jack, for crying out loud. I'm not going to keel over and die on you!" Phil argued then turned away to cough.
The gray brow quirked. "Your honor, I rest my case!"
"Jaaaaaack," Phil moaned in disappointment.
"What is with you!" Jack said, laughing in utter disbelief at the very unusual actions of his mate.
Phil stopped all playfulness and said, "I want our last time... to be here..."
"Last... time?" The bewildered smile slowly vanished from Jack's face.
After swallowing hard, Philip cupped his face and said, "Hun, please.."
Jack stared into the wanting eyes and his resolve began to melt. Philip could see that in the slight change of expression in the soft brown eyes and he went on his tiptoes and repeatedly kissed Jack's ear as he whispered, "Please," between pecks.
Warm tingles washed throughout Jack's body with each whispered word - but he could also hear the wheeze with each breath and worried about that, too. After a few moments of mentally anguishing over the proposal, he - regretfully - placed his hands on Philip's hips and begun to ease him away gently. He was about to speak when Phil put his whole hand over his mouth and then stared into his eyes as the music hit its crescendo. Phil's eyes said it all as passionate music throbbed through them. His eyes asked Jack if he could *remember*?
Staring back into the almost black eyes, Jack didn't see the 'disease', he didn't see the trauma of Phil's condition, he didn't see anything - other than the eyes of the man he looved, beseeching him for one last moment of intimacy before their lives swirled out of control and moments like this would come no more.
Swallowing nervously, he cupped the upturned face between both hands, holding it lightly with just his fingertips. His gaze scanned the ruddy features, seeing the dry patches and the dark circles but not caring. He continued to hold the face like it was some precious jewel as he nodded, ever so slightly, letting his lover know that he was ready to give him everything he wanted.
Philip removed his hand and smiled as he stretched up, their lips meeting again in a tender touch. As the music swirled around them once more Jack tightened his hold, lifting Philip almost off the ground while they kissed ardently and began to strip each other.
Both men pretty much worked at the same rate, divesting the other of their tops without much trouble. As Phil ran his fingertips down Jack's stomach he broke the kiss they shared to whisper, "I'll get the condoms.."
Despite his head reeling from the cocktail of uncertainty, fear and the unexpected stimulus of arousal, Jack managed to reach out and grab Phil's wrist, halting him a moment. Phil turned to see the unsure eyes and he patted the bare chest as he said, "You've gallantly protested three times and that means you're absolved from all blame should anything go wrong."
The soft chocolate-brown eyes blinked lazily as he released the wrist and watched the younger man go. Alone in the room he reconsidered the sensibility of this, especially as the sound of his lover's breathing was disconcerting, to say the least, but he didn't have time to argue it out in his mind before Phil returned, capturing him in another kiss that told Jack that this was everything the ailing man wanted and needed at this time. Rejection, Jack decided as he engulfed the slight body in his arms, would probably cause more damage to Phil's frail state of health than anything physical they were about to do. During the kiss Jack heard the sound of two things dropping to the ground with soft thuds - one would be the pack of condoms and the other must have been the lube, he decided.
With the use of tongues forbidden between them they had to find other ways of expressing their wanton passion. Their lips would rub together fiercely, or dance lightly off the others. They'd pause to nibble and suck at dry lips then they'd kiss every inch of each other's face. Phil would drag his mouth from Jack's lips to his jaw or Jack would attack the small ear, delving his tongue into the folds until he heard, and felt, the groan rumble through Phil. They'd bounce tender kisses off their lips before widening their mouths for a passionate onslaught.
Pulling back, Phil said in a rich, deep voice, "You are still so good at that!" then he dropped slowly to his knees before Jack. After taking a hard swallow, he reached out for the buckle on the standing man's belt.
He concentrated as his trembling hands worked the buckle open eventually. "You know," he said in a rasp of a voice before lifting his face to meet Jack's gaze, "Undoing your belt has got to be one of the sexiest things I can ever think of doing."
Jack looked down at him and placed a hand at the back of his head. "Yeah?"
"That, and going down on you." Philip said, stroking the covered shaft through the opened zipper now. He leaned forward and kissed the underwear before taking in a deep breath and sitting back on his heels again, his chest rising and falling heavily. Jack cupped his hand under the bearded chin and carefully lifted Phil back to his feet.
"Actually," he planted a soft kiss on the small mouth. "I agree with you." With another kiss he knelt before Philip now. His hand managed to undo the other man's belt much faster than his was achieved. "Undoing a belt is pretty damn sexy," he said, with a wry smile now s he placed a tender kiss on the jet black trail of hair. "So full of promise inside!" He gripped the butt and rubbed his face against the flaccid groin.
Philip grinned as he ran his hand over the short gray hair. "Well, unfortunately, you're not going to get much action inside these pants anymore, but that doesn't mean I'm not enjoying it."
"I'll keep that in mind." Jack nodded as he slipped Phil's shoes and socks off then helped him step out of the jeans.
"Oh yeah," Philip muttered to himself as he looked at his emancipated body, "That's a turn on!"
Jack shook his head and then got to his feet as he said, "Everything about you is a turn on." He twirled Philip in his arms and stood behind him, spooning him back against his chest. Facing the glass door that looked out onto the small, fully enclosed yard, they could see their own reflection in the darkened doorway. Phil watched as their arms intertwined lazily, hands slipping across the hairy surfaces and coming together in entwined fingers as Jack kissed and nibbled his face and ear. Amidst chuckled of pure delight, the young man squirm and shied from the overbearingly touch. While he was distracted, Jack had removed his own pants and kicked off his shoes.
Phil felt the odd movements and looked down to see Jack's pants pooled at his ankles as he prepared to step from them. Lifting his eyes again he met Jack's gaze.
"Are you sure about this?" The older man asked, kissing across the damp forehead as he listened to the raspy breaths of his lover.
Philip sighed then said, "Yes. I know I'm breathless, but I do.. I want this."
Jack kissed him before squatting, pulling off the rest of his clothes then collecting up the items off the floor. Philip took the condoms and tried to rip it open. After a few attempts he handed it over his shoulder to his lover. Jack ripped it open effortlessly then he reached down and started rolling it on. He was aware of the eyes on his, watching his every move.
"Want to help?" he asked. Philip looked up at him then held up the tube of lube. With a slight smile he squeezed out the clear, jell-like substance before he smoothed it over the sheathed erection. Jack moaned and gave little thrusts as Phil took his time in ensuring the cock was fully covered. Then the young man reached his jell-covered fingers between his thighs, in an attempt to prevent friction burn, or tearing of his tender skin from the impending action. For the whole time that it took to apply the lube, Jack kept Phil's interest peaked by kissing and sucking and nibbling any part of him that he could reach.
Finally, when it was obvious that he'd completed his task and was only going to be stalling if he continued, Phil looked up and met Jack's watchful gaze.
"Why do I feel like this is our first time?" he asked, smoothing his hands across Jack's chest and matting the hairs with the jell.
"It's been a ... long.. time.." Jack said, by way of a possible reason. Philip nodded then lowered his face to kiss over a hardened nipple. Lightly he bit it then he looked up at Jack again. Without a further word he turned and braced himself against the shelf unit while Jack stepped in behind him.
The nervous colonel adjusted his shaft so that it fitted between Phil's thighs. Gone was the sweet snugness that that position used to provide. He wondered for a brief moment if he'd have enough friction to actually bring him to orgasm, and after a few preparatory tries, he knew it wouldn't. Reaching around, he slipped his hand diagonally across the narrow body, over the protruding hipbone and onto the top of Phil's thigh. As he distracted his lover with kisses, he tried to tighten the gap between the legs. It seemed to work, and soon Jack was grunting as his arousal began to burn in the pit of his stomach.
Philip closed his eyes and lost himself in the sweet sounds of Maria Callas' voice, crooning to him as his lover grunted softly in his ear. If it weren't so selfish he'd ask God to take him now, while he was in such a state of euphoria. Jack's body molded to the shape of his lightly bent one as he slammed gently into the back of him, the curls of his love's groin brushing his sensitive ass.
Giddiness washed throughout Phil and he reached for the bookshelf to steady himself. Jack's weakening arms jostled to hold him firm again and the pounding increased, along with Jack's sighs and whispers in his ear.
From behind it was easy to hear the sound of Phil's labored breathing. Jack knew he wouldn't be able to withstand this for much longer so he concentrated all his efforts on enjoying this and ending it soon. Sliding his other hand around the thin body, he flicked at the flaccid cock then slipped his hand all the way up the front of Philip as he buried his face against his lover's furry throat. He was aware of Phil's erratic breathing as the heavy head rolled back against his shoulder and Jack seized the opportunity to press his lips to the small ear, whispering sweet-nothings into the moaning man's ear.
Soon the trembles built within him, climbing up his spine to the base of his neck and washing over his stomach. He reached forward and suckled on the sharp collarbone as he allowed the sensation to grow in his gut and seep throughout his body like a warm ray.
Philip knew, by the sounds of Jack's breathing, that he was getting close. He reached his hands back and slipped them up and down Jack's thighs and over the rise of his butt, digging his nails into the soft, cool flesh.
"That's it.. baby.. that's.. ugh.." Jack gasped as Phil's fingers played across his sensitive globes now. Reaching one hand down between his legs, Philip felt the head poke through with each thrust. "Oh yeah.." Jack muffled his words against the salty skin.
"Jack!" The cry was breathless and hoarse. Again, dizziness swirled Phil's mind, making him lightheaded and weak.
"I'm there.. I'm there.. I'm..." Jack shook, his seed spurting into the condom as the orgasm ripped through him. He suddenly felt all of Phil's weight against him and realized that he’d collapsed in his arms.
"Holy shit!.. Philip!" He yelled as they almost toppled forward together onto the floor. He was relieved to see Phil's hands come out to stop them from slamming head first then he carefully laid him on the rug. Crawling over him he peered down into the face covered by his hand.
"Baby?"
"Wow!" Phil smiled sleepily as he rolled onto his back. Clumsily his hand lifted into the air, waved about a little then slapped against Jack's flushed face. "That was... fucking.. fantastic!"
Jack frowned, totally unsure what had just happened. He winched when he moved and looked down to see that his slowly deflating erection was still sheathed. He instructed Philip to stay where he was and got to his feet, going to the bathroom to dispose of the condom then he grabbed some warm clothes from Phil's bedroom before returning to him.
The face against the Persian rug was pallid. With eyes that never left the sweat-covered face Jack eased sweat pants on, glad to discover that they weren't too short for him and then he tugged on a sweatshirt as he stepped closer to the body on the floor.
"Phil?" He squatted, resting his hand on the heaving chest.
Although the eyes didn't open, nor did the mouth seem to move, Jack heard him say, "Fine.."
"You don't look fine.." he said, as he touched his hand to Phil's damp cheek, then throat, trying to feel his pulse point.
Finally the eyes slotted open and a dry tongue came out to try to whet parched lips. "I just lost my happy thoughts.. a .. moment.."
Jack scooped up the weakened man into his arms and carried him into the bedroom. Crawling onto the bed with him he cuddled against him, feeling Philip grab and wrap his arms around him more tightly like some kind of blanket or shield. The whole body trembled and shuddered and Jack cursed himself for giving into him. Phil's hand idly ran up and down Jack's forearm then, after a few moments of rest, he rolled onto his back and smiled at Jack.
The older man tilted his face and brushed some of the black hair out of Phil's eyes. "You scared the shit out of me!"
A weak smile creased Phil's face. "Sorry. I just went a little light headed, but I'm fine really!"
He tried to reach up to touch Jack's face but the effort was too great and his hand came slamming back down onto the mattress beside his still heaving body. Jack's breathing had now returned to normal as he stared down at the dewy eyes.
"Never again.." He said.
Philip nodded weakly. "I know." His hand clumsily skimmed the side of Jack's body then tucked beneath Jack's arm to press against his chest. "I knew before we started.. that this was .. the last time.." Deep breaths punctuated his sentence. Jack nodded and lowered his mouth to Phil's for a tender kiss. The younger man blinked and said, "I wanted.. the last .. time.. to be.. here.."
Jack nodded again and brushed more hair from the dark eyes. "You'll have to excuse me a moment," he said, and then rolled off the bed to go and collect the clothes from the living room.
Philip remained flat on his back as he stared up at the ceiling. He swallowed then felt hot tears escape the corner of his eyes. With a sorrowful sigh he rolled onto his side, coughing as he curled up into a tight ball. He was drifting off to sleep when he felt the bed dip behind him and then Jack shook his shoulder.
"Baby, you have to sit up. I've got to dress you."
A sleepy and dazed Philip rolled onto his back and let Jack sit him up and dress him. As he was eased back onto the bed again, Jack asked him, "Do you have your stuff?"
Shaking his head slowly he mumbled, "bathroom?" before rolling over and falling into the pillows. Jack got up, going to check to see if there was anything remotely like his new meds in this house. He located the Neb unit in the cabinet under the vanity unit and a box of Atrovent. Feeling a little easier after the find, he carried the items back to the room.
He leaned over and checked that Philip was still breathing, not that the strident rasp didn't give some indication, but Jack was just concerned. He plugged the unit in and had the vial open and ready, with a tube of Atrovent beside it, everything on hand - should they need it.
As he spooned in behind Philip he felt the young man reach back for him.
Positioning himself so that he was lying as close to Phil as he possibly could, he kissed the back of his ear then heard, "Thank you."
"Night, baby," he said, wrapping them both in the thick quilt and snuggling as close as he could to his lover.
<end of part 54>
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