Part 56
Jack sat back in his chair and looked at the three of them once more. Taking his time, he wet his bottom lip with his tongue then sat forward again, resting his elbows onto his desktop. Although he was really 'filling in' the others on the state of Phil's health, most of his conversation was directed at Daniel's empathetic eyes.
"After his little wander last night - he .. blacked out.."
"Blacked out?" Sam exclaimed. She'd had enough conversations with Janet regarding the disease and the possible future Jack might have once faced when he was affected. Now she recalled Janet telling her something about how some AIDS patients suffered personality alterations, seizures and blackouts, even unexplained bouts of euphoria - not long before they passed on.
"I'm .. sorry.. .." She blinked as she stared at his ashen face. Jack simply nodded. What was there to say?
"Is he in hospital, O'Neill?" Teal'c inquired in a low voice.
"No. He's home with his brother.."
"Graham's at your place?" Daniel asked in surprise.
"No. His. His home," Jack said, his mouth growing tight with suppressed emotion.
Daniel inhaled a deep breath then nodded, realizing that this must have been some new development - that Philip regarded his apartment as his home again. "He... um.. he left his cigarettes at my place last night."
Jack nodded. "I wondered.."
"He shouldn't be smoking," Sam interrupted them.
"Oh, ya think?" Jack said, and then cringed when he realized how harsh it sounded.
He went to mouth an apology to her when she reached forward, her hand falling short of actually touching his arm, as she said, "I know, Sir." She shot a sideways glance at Daniel beside her and her own churning emotions were echoed in his aghast expression.
Before anyone else had the chance to speak the telephone on Jack's desk jangled loudly in the now silent room.
He kept his eyes locked with Daniel's as he picked up the receiver. "O'Neill."
There was a brief silence then Philip's voice, soft and low, was heard. <Hi.>
"Hello." Jack tried to keep his tone neutral as he recognized the voice.
<Are you alone?>
"No," he said, lowering his eyes to the desktop now.
<Anyone important?>
"No, not really," he said, still keeping his voice natural and conversational.
<Get rid of them!> The tone was raspy and harsh.
Jack felt an uneasiness wash through him. It was unlike Philip to call him at work, but with everything that had been happening in the past forty-eight hours, nothing really surprised him anymore.
"I can't," he said, briefly meeting Sam's eyes before she returned her attention to Daniel who was talking to her quietly.
<You can.... And you will..> came the demand from the other end of the line.
Jack wasn't sure about Phil's tone. He decided that the young man had called him with a reason - whether it was a logical one, or a reflection on his warped state of mind at the moment, he couldn't be sure. One thing Jack did know though, was that he had to take this call in private. Slowly he wet his bottom lip then covered the receiver as he addressed the others. "I .. ugh.. I have to take this call in private," he said, raising his brow slightly to imply that he didn't 'want' to but 'had' to.
Sam immediately got to her feet. She'd seen the reluctant look on his face and guessed that it was either bad news or something involving the likes of Maybourne. "Yes, Sir. Everything alright?"
"I'm sure it's nothing I can't handle, Major," he said, deliberately cagey. She gave a sharp nod then opened the door. Teal'c stepped from the room but Daniel loitered a little, before giving Jack one last glance as he stepped from the room, pulling the door closed behind him.
Waiting until the door was closed seemed like forever for Jack, but as soon as he heard the soft 'click' he brought the receiver to his ear once more. "What's up?"
<Is this line secure?> The voice was still deep and husky.
Jack frowned. What on earth could he have to tell him that required a secured line? "Yes-"
<You don't sound sure>
With tempered exasperation Jack sighed. "Babe, I'm the second in command of this damn outfit. You think I wouldn't have a secured line?"
<Okay, if you're absolutely sure!>
Preparing himself for some bad news, Jack cringed as he said, "I'm absolutely sure. Now, what's up?"
There was a brief pause then a soft, breathy voice said, <Me>
It took Jack a moment, then the second his mind understood what his ears had heard he leaned forward and held his head in his hand - unable to believe he 'd heard him properly. "Sorry?"
Phil's deep voice trembled with a low, excited chuckle. <Can you believe it? After all this time...>
"Wh.. what did you just say?" Jack wasn't sure what stunned him more - the unexpected revelation over the phone or the action itself.
<It feels so good, Jack!> Philip purred down the line.
"I'm... sure.. it does.." Jack's throat tightened as he tried to swallow. Listening to Phil's soft gasps and sighs was not helping him. "Why now? I mean, it's been an impossibility for so long.." He said, trying to concentrate past his lover's soft noises.
There was a low gasp then Phil said, in a trembling voice, <That's what I thought, but I was lying here, in my room, thinking about you and.. it happened..>
The murmur was throaty and alluring and despite himself, and his surroundings, Jack hardened within his pants as he thrilled to the satin voice. With no visual stimulus of what Phil looked like at the moment, Jack could almost conjure up his lover from the past - the cheeky man who'd taunt him so enticingly or would kneel astride him, his Adonis-like body tempting him.
"What can I say?" he asked meekly as he bit back a groan. "But hold onto that thought for me, baby!"
There was another deep, satiny rumble from the other end of the line. <I'm holding on, Jack, but it's not to a thought!>
"Oh, God,!" The wrought man slapped his hand over his eyes. "You called me, at work, to tell me that you have a ... well.. that?" He pinched the bridge of his nose, his heart thudding behind his ribs. The sudden rush of blood from his head to his groin was making him dizzy.
<I thought you'd be interested!> Phil chuckled seductively.
"I am interested," Jack hissed through clenched teeth of frustration. "Why do you think I'm asking you!"
Phil laughed now, and Jack noted that there didn't seem to be a cough in sight. <Besides," the deep voice said. "I didn't just call you to tell you...>
"No?"
<No!> He hummed.
Jack was surprised. "Oh?" When there was no sound from the other end for a moment and he called; "Phil?"
Another soft, raspy breath was heard then Phil said, in a more trembling voice, <I called to listen to your voice while I did something about it..>
Yet another soft gasp left Jack with a very clear impression of what his young lover was doing. "Oh.. shit.." He groaned, his heart rate quickened and his groin grew harder. He rubbed his hand over his face again as he pleaded quietly, "Baby.."
<Jack..> The cry was soft, the desire and arousal in the voice evident. Jack clamped his eyes shut tight. <Talk to me!> Came the hissed demand.
"I.. I can't.." Jack said, his voice tight as he tried to swallow past the lump in his throat. "What do you want me to say?"
<What's.. what's on your desk?> Phil asked, his voice hitching every few words.
Jack leafed through the pile of folders in front of him. "Reports.." He shrugged. The next hitch of breath from the other end of the line forced him to stand up, his pants too tight to remain sitting. He groaned as he rubbed his palm over his own bulge.
<Read.. me one..> Phil said quietly.
"I can't!"
<Jack, get into this.. please..>
"I mean it. I can't.. They're confidential!"
There was a low chuckle on the line as Phil growled softly, <I promise you, hun, I won't be listening to the damn.. con.. content..>
The sound of breathlessness made Jack's mind wander - onto smooth, dark skin... Onto the faint six-pack stomach....Onto the spot between Phil's pubic hair and hipbone - Gods! How he loved kissing that spot!
"Oh baby.. no.. I .. I can't.." He groaned loudly now, his raw desire so clear in the throaty noise that the sound made Phil gasp with mirth.
<Got a phone book then?>
Jack couldn't help himself. He started laughing and Phil moaned lustfully as he said, <Oh yeah! Oh .. God.. yeah! You have such a sexy laugh, have I told you that?>
"Yes, you have.." Jack said, unaware he was pressing his ear to the receiver harder as each little sound jolted through his body. "You're really doing.. this.. huh?"
There was a guttural groan that rolled into a deep chuckle. <Oh.. yeah!> The voice was breathless and light. <Yeah, I'm really doing this.> There was another soft hitch of breath then Phil said, <Wish you were though.>
Jack closed his eyes a moment as he sank down into his chair. "I wish I was too, babe."
<I don't have the grip like you... do...> Phil said shakily.
Resting his hot cheek into his hand, Jack said on a whisper, "Nothing feels as good in my hand as you do-"
<Oh.. God.. Jack!> The plea was desperate. <I want you to touch me!>
"I want to touch you, baby.. all over!" He grounded his trembling hand into his eye. "Tonight. I promise.. you-"
There was a frantic gasp.
"Squeeze!" Jack ordered.
<Huh??> Phil said during a moment of clarity.
"Squeeze!" Jack said. "At the base, you know where! Like I do.."
There was another gasp then Phil started huffing, gaining control of his breath. <Oh.. wow!> He was quiet a second then he swallowed, loudly enough for Jack to hear over the phone, before he said, <How.. how could you tell?>
"How could I tell?" Jack asked, his voice rising slightly as his groin throbbed. "Geez, baby! You're here with me! Don't you know that? I'm there with you,.. my hand's on you.. I can feel you lying against my chest ... I feel every twitch of your body...."
<Jack..> the loan moan cut him off.
"I can smell you, Phil ..." Jack sighed, suddenly feeling shaky with the emotional charge coursing through him.
There was a loud hitch of breath. <Jack? I .. I love you...> The voice was thick with suppressed desire.
"I know, I know.. Squeeze!"
Philip started coughing.
"Phil!?" The colonel's voice rose in alarm.
<I'm okay,> came the raspy response. <You know something Jack? You scare me that you know that - from there! That I needed to squeeze...>
"I *know* you, Philip..." Jack said earnestly, his own breathing settling slightly.
With a teasing tone, the young man asked between soft gasps, <If you know me what am I wearing?>
Jack smiled. That was easy. "The top and pants I put you in last night.."
<No..>
"Oh?"
<I'm naked..>
Jack closed his eyes and groaned.
<Butt naked, on our bed... my ass is on your pillow and I'm touching myself. Touching all the places you touch me, like .. there and oooh THERE!> He gasped and Jack could only guess at where the long fingers were touching.
The trembling man squeezed his eyes shut tightly again then he dragged in a shaky breath as his hand rubbed his erection once more.
Phil's voice was low and seductive when he asked, <So...? What are 'you' wearing?>
"My BDU's and a black tee.." Jack said quietly, fighting with his need for release and his conscious that this was *not* the place for such an act.
<With the button fly?> The purr pulled him back into the conversation again.
"Yeah.."
<Like the first night we met?>
"Yeah, exactly like that night.."
<You know you look hot in that uniform, don't you?>
Jack began to sweat. "I.. do?"
<The minute I saw you in Daniel's apartment - your hair all windswept, your face so sad. I want to undo that fly and suck you off!>
"Oh god!" Jack wilted against the table, laying his face onto his folded arm.
<I want to undo that fly .... button-by-button ..... and suck you into my mouth...>
"Baby..." He moaned, his free hand moving down to undo the buttons. He shifted to be sure he was properly hidden under the desk and then laid his cheek on his forearm, tucking the phone into the fold of his arm.
<My tongue would slide over you. My teeth would clamp down on you...>
Jack eased himself over the elastic of his shorts and tugged himself slowly. "Ahhh!" He sighed.
<Jack?> Phil gasped, realizing he'd captured his lover. <Jack!> Deep, throaty chuckles emanated down the line.
"Shh," Jack chuckled too. "I'm concentrating!"
Phil's laughter rumbled now. <Where are you?> He asked, gasping to catch his breath.
"Huh?' Jack sounded distracted and Phil laughed more.
<I'm imagining you're behind me. We're standing in your living room, looking out at your garden. Rain's falling down the glass. It's dark and gray out there, but even darker where we are. And it's cold - we're making our own heat! Your right hand's got me, and your left one is twisting my nipple ring ...> He caught his breath and asked, <Where are you?>
"Behind you. Between your thighs!" Jack gasped then moaned as he rolled his forehead against his desktop.
<My thighs? Like last night?> There was a moment of clarity again. <This is a fantasy, hun! You can be anywhere.. Why not be up my ass?>
Jack grunted then said shakily, "Because being between your thighs 'is' my fantasy, don't you ... know.. that.. yet?"
<Oh.. God!> Phil whimpered loudly, suddenly overwhelmed by Jack's love once more. <I want you there!>
"Tonight!" Jack said, his hand frantically slipping up and down his slick length now, precum smeared by the movement.
<NOW> Phil cried out. <I want you now..................... Jack!>
He finally came -sobbing loudly.
"Can't!" Jack bit back his own cry as he erupted under his desk, white semen shooting all over the floor beneath it and onto the underside of his desk. He muffled his gulps of air by biting down onto his forearm as he slowly milked himself dry - all the while he listened to the not-so-restrained whimpers and moans of his lover, also coming down after an explosive ejaculation.
After a few moments, Jack gathered enough strength to lift his head from his arm. "Thank you, Philip..." He whispered - his mouth and throat were now parched from his heavy breathing.
The man at the other end of the line suddenly sounded tired and breathless. <Absolutely - my - pleasure, Jon-a-than!>
"Arg!" Jack lifted his hand from his flaccid cock now and screwed his nose up at the pearly liquid splattered over it. He reached into his drawer and pulled out a box of tissues, wiping his hand first then getting more to clean off his shaft and tip.
<I can ... only guess ....at the mess ... you're in.. right ....now!> Phil said, his voice slurring as he spoke.
Jack was too preoccupied by the mess to notice. "It went everywhere!"
<No.. wet .. spot though..> The words were slowing down, and the breathing was growing quiet.
"No, more like worrying about slipping in the damn thing! It's all over my floor!" Jack grumbled as he grabbed another handful of tissues. He stood, holding the receiver between his chin and his shoulder as he tucked himself away and refastened his fly. With a loud groan he got down onto his knees. "You should see the mess..."
There was silence at the other end of the line, which caught Jack's attention. "Philip?"
<Here..> came the wheezy response. Jack decided that his lover was tired, like usual, after the exercise.
"You're probably tired," he said with a knowing smile.
<Jack..> The voice was far-away and slurred.
The colonel frowned then said, "Yeah, babe?"
Barely audible, Philip whispered, < I have to go now...>
"Okay," Jack said, and then he heard the click of the phone and reached his end up to hook it back on the phone. He crawled back under the desk, cleaning off any splatters from under there.
<End of part 56>
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