Part 78
Graham tugged at the black vest he was wearing as he waited in the foyer of Rigoni's for his dinner companion. Soon the door opened and a man, dressed in a charcoal colored suit and a pale charcoal shirt, entered, dropping his umbrella and folding it in one smooth move. Graham's smile lit his face as he recognized Daniel, who had yet to see him, as he fussed with the dripping black umbrella then twisted to drop it into the receptacle provided. As he smooth his hand through his hair, brushing it from his face, he looked around, searching the faces for the one he knew so well.
As their eyes met both men inhaled silently then gave the other a tentative smile. Daniel slowly dropped his hand from his head as he made the first step towards Graham, then, almost as if suddenly remembering there were other people around them, he quickly, and seemingly nervously, scanned the room to see if he recognized anyone else, from the base mostly. Once he felt confident that no one was watching them, he settled his gaze on the man across the room as he grew nearer to him. Graham, he could see, was biting back a smile as he held their gaze then the younger, slightly shorter man, lifted his chin as Daniel stood before him, one hand tucked into a pocket while his other hand fidgeted nervously at his waist.
"Hello," the anthropologist said in a low, soft voice.
Graham swallowed. "Hi," he returned on a breath.
"Have you been waiting long?"
"No, not long."
"Parking was terrible.."
"Must be the rain.."
"Probably."
Their conversation died as someone touched the back of Daniel lightly. He quickly turned to see who it was then felt relieved when he discovered it was just a gesture, by a stranger, to get him to stand aside and allow him through. Daniel lowered his head as he stepped closer and to the side of Graham.
"Maybe we should go in.." the Lieutenant suggested in a low whisper as he watched the stranger's dinner party file past them. Daniel, also watching them, agreed.
*
It was much later that evening that Philip was sitting on his bed, quietly sketching and trying out the new charcoals that Sam had brought for him, while Jack sat in the chair, reading his novel. Philip was somewhat more comfortable than he had been earlier and a great deal of that comfort was due to the fact that he was now clothed in a pair of black jeans and one of his favorite loose, black shirts. The rest of his ease could be attributed to the comfortable evening he'd shared with his partner. Nothing too much happening, just two men enjoying their own pastimes; for Philip it was sketching, for Jack it was reading the next novel in the Joseph Hansen series of Brandstetter stories.
Jack had looked his way many times during the course of their evening, still allowing himself the luxury of marveling at how 'normal' all this had become already for him. Even the fact that they were in a hospital seemed 'normal' and gave him an 'at home' feeling.
Philip, head bent in the act of sketching, often absently brushed back a strand of black waves from his eyes as he concentrated on the image before him. Occasionally he gnawed his bottom lip, and even that simple gesture had brought a smile to Jack's face. Oh yeah, big guy, he rebuked himself silently, you're so far gone on this kid that you can't see straight. Especially tonight.
Tonight things were different. Jack sensed it and knew that Philip had too. The room didn't seem as sterile. Perhaps because the rain had stopped momentarily just before sunset and the room filled with an uncharacteristically warm shaft of light, illuminating the pale linoleum floor and kissing the end of Phil's bed. It had lasted for a few long moments before fading out into the night.
Perhaps it had been the companionable silence they'd shared for most of the evening, both just doing their thing while enjoying the mere fact that they 'could' leave the other to concentrate on their project. No words were needed between them. Occasionally they'd exchange smiles, even winks, but rarely any words.
For Jack, it reminded him of the way they might share an evening at home together. He realized that 'this' was what Janet had been alluding to – bringing some normality into Phil’s life… and it had come so naturally for them.
The young artist stared at the image forming on the page before him with mild interest then he grimaced and gave a deep sigh as he rubbed the back of his neck. Jack looked up and watched him roll his head around, trying to ease the build up of tension in his muscles. Jack got up from his chair and slipped onto the bed behind Philip, his hands first parted the long hair and then cupped the tired neck muscles, adding warmth to Phil's chilled skin.
The younger man sighed softly at the touch, and the nearness, of his partner, however he still asked, "Is this wise?"
"No," Jack whispered as he placed a kiss to the back of Philip's neck. It wasn’t wise but it was late and the nurse had completed her last set of obs and wouldn’t be back for another hour. With the young patient doing so well, the regular observations had been dropped right back – Doctor’s orders. Jack wondered if part of that was to give them more time in privacy without the constant interruptions of a chirpy nurse. Janet had, after all, wanted them to settle into normalcy. Now it was time to introduce some ‘more’ normal and natural acts between them.
Jack dragged his bottom lip across the salty skin then kissed the warm flesh again, this time a little more forcefully, just behind his ear. Philip shivered as he groaned loudly, melting to the touch. As Jack's breath wafted across his ear he shivered again.
"God, that feels so nice!" Phil hissed softly and reached back to touch Jack's thigh. The older man continued to massage the neck and shoulders as he rubbed his nose against the back of Phil's head.
"Won't be long, baby.."
Phil gave a deep chuckle as he lowered his chin to his chest and said, "No.. Not long.." He moaned again as Jack's lips kissed the nape of his neck. "Do you know what I've been thinking?"
"About shaving?" Jack teased and felt the chuckle ripple through his lover's body via their touch.
Behaving himself, Jack asked, "What's that?"
"I've been thinking about doing all the simple things with you again. Like shopping for groceries..."
"Oh, well, you just *loved* to do that before.." Jack teased drolly and bit Phil’s ear lightly, making his lover chuckle.
"Didn't I 'hate' it," he agreed with a hearty laugh, "almost as much as actually cooking! But it won't be the same next time.. Just doing little things with you again, Jack, it's going to be fun.."
"Fun?"
"Yeah."
"I'll remind you of that next time you’re pushing the cart and bitching about the wobbly wheel...."
Philip laughed and hit the solid thigh, making Jack stop teasing him.
"So, is that all you're looking forward to?" Jack ventured to ask as he snaked his fingers down the wispy dark hairs on the back of Phil's neck. "Shopping for groceries?" He bit the soft warm skin again. "Or are all the shopping experiences in for a revival? I mean, the wonderful 'arguing-over-the-color-of-a-shirt' experience is to die for.. from what I hear.." Jack's voice was low and deep, his breath puffing across Phil's sensitized skin.
The younger man groaned out a deep, throaty chuckle as he melted back against Jack a little more. "Or the 'who-pays-for-the-meal' deal...?" Phil added quietly but cheerfully. "I hear that's a must in any serious relationship.."
Jack grinned against the soft hair. "Nah. I'll let you pay. You're way richer than me now anyway!"
"Hey, I am, aren't I?" Phil suddenly remembered his inheritance and realized for the first time that it was something he could now actually look forward to. "It's okay, hun," he teased as he patted his lover's knee. "I'll give you an allowance.."
"I'll allowance you.." Jack threatened throatily as he skimmed his lips over the skin again.
"Oooh, promises .." Philip playfully mocked him in return as he lowered his chin to his chest to give his partner unencumbered access to his neck. "I'll hold you to that, you know.."
"You can hold me to *anything*," Jack sighed, slipping his arms around the thin body and hugging him tightly. Philip twisted within the hold and stared back at Jack. For once the older man saw a spark of sexual interest, not just a tease, in the dark eyes. As he touched his fingers to Phil's temple the dark lashes fluttered shut.
"Anything?" Philip breathed, then blinked his eyes open again.
Jack's fingers caressed the side of his face, down across the beard then he swept the long black hair off Phil's shoulders. "Preferably you... hard and naked.."
Philip whimpered as he sat up straighter. He took a moment then he turned back towards Jack and, as he put his hand to his own chest, he said, "I think you actually took my breath away then, Jack!"
"I think we're skating on rather thin ice here.." Jack admitted. Philip's eyes shifted to take in the groin, clearly aroused, and then he looked up into Jack's dewy eyes.
"Saturday mornings.." The young man said with a throat-clearing cough. Jack frowned then quirked his brow. Philip swallowed then leaned back against the firm body, picking up Jack’s arms to wrap them around himself as he said, in a voice void of tease or sexual interest, "I'm .. I'm looking forward to Saturday mornings with you.." It was clear that he was struggling to change the subject so Jack went along with him, tightening his hold as he pressed his lips to the tip of Phil's ear.
His voice was whisper soft as he said, "Sitting on the back porch, watching the sunset as we drink beer together."
"Having some friends around for dinner and just enjoying their company afterwards.." Phil's hand slipped along Jack's forearm and over his hand. He picked up the older hand in his young, flawless ones and skimmed his fingertips over the surface. Turning it over to inspect the palm, he traced Jack's lifeline with his index finger as he continued to list the things he was looking forward to doing once he got out of hospital. Going for hikes in the mountain. Taking long, leisurely drives to no where in particular. Going out to dinner together to Rigonis..
"Fighting over which DVD to watch.." Jack offered at one point.
Philip sat up and twisted to look back at him. "Don't ruin this!" He remonstrated him, with a soft laugh.
Jack's eyes searched the face then he settled onto the Cimmerian eyes as he grew serious and told him, "I'm looking forward to all of this too.."
Philip returned the intense stare then nodded, suddenly wordless.
"But right now.." Jack said and he didn't need to end the sentence before Philip knew what he was saying.
"Nooooo!" He growled in protest then turned to look at Jack who was getting up off the bed again.
"Have to.," The colonel said regretfully. He tilted his head and looked at the sketch on the bed table in front of Philip. It was of him and while it wasn't one of Phil's best pieces of work, it showed a lot of improvement from the work he'd done during his decline. Philip cleaned up the side of his hand, rubbing away the black smudges as he appraised his artwork again, waiting for Jack's opinion.
"Not bad.." The older man said.
Phil's nose crinkled as he said, "Not that good either.."
Jack looked at him, his chocolate-brown eyes growing soft as he gazed down into Phil's eyes. He cupped the upturned face as he said, "You'll get there, babe. In everything!"
Philip blinked, understanding what he meant, and then he lifted his face from the touch and quickly kissed Jack's hand before he could move it away. "Hope so," he said, looking up once more.
Jack studied his face closely then he said, in a low voice, "*We'll* get there..."
Philip smiled at that promise and the lines around his eyes folded softly. "Of that, I have no doubt, Colonel."
Jack smiled and reached for his coat from the back of the chair. As he pulled it on he said, "I'll be back in the morning. Need anything?"
"No. Just you.." Philip said, still smiling.
"That," Jack said, as he checked the pockets for his car keys, "goes without saying!"
"No, it shouldn't," the younger man said seriously. "And I'm not going to take anything for granted anymore.."
"Oh, that's going to last for like.. forever!" Jack quipped, tucking his hands into his coat pockets then tilting his head. Philip lowered his face as he chuckled.
"See you in the morning. Try to get some sleep!" Jack said then he glanced towards the sketch and cocked his brow slightly.
Philip nodded then said, "I'll be sure to put this away properly." As he drew his eyes back from the sketch his gaze passed Jack’s groin, then flittered up to meet Jack’s stare.
Jack made no comment to Phil’s slight brow arch. He gave a slight, nonchalant, if not reserved, shrug then reached forward to plant a chaste kiss on Phil’s lips. What more could they do, basically? It was fate that he’d go home tonight, and much like last night, ease his own tension, softly crying out with Phil’s name on his lips as he shot come into the air, then settled, unsatisfied, against Philip’s pillow, closing his eyes and thinking about the time when he’d have a warm body to cuddle into.
When he pulled back Philip grabbed the front of his shirt and held his stare. Held him there, for a few long heartbeats as he breathed against Jack’s lips.
The older man’s eyes narrowed inquisitively as Phil finally released him and inched himself back off the bed – silently. Jack still watched as Philip moved to the bathroom, stopping at the door then going inside. Jack rubbed his hand over his face then quickly glanced at his watch. The nurse wasn't due for ages-
Normality.. Janet wanted normality.. Said Philip needed it. Damn near made it an order! Who was he to argue?
He stepped around the end of the bed and followed his mate into the small bathroom. As he closed the door Philip moved up behind him, his hands snaking beneath his tops and onto the warm furry stomach and chest. Swiftly they were on his back, pushing up his clothing to allow the younger man access to his skin. Warm, wet kisses littered his back as Philip moaned softly from behind him.
Jack turned within the touch and caught the bearded face between his hands. "Don't get too carried away.." He warned him.
"Jack, we're safe in here!" Philip beseeched him as his hands frantically slid over the chest and stomach, then started down to the belt. "I know you want me.." he said, deftly unfastening the buckle.
"I want you, yes!" Jack said, stopping him from going further. "But not here. Not this way - Surely?"
The last word, more a question than a statement, indicated to Philip that Jack would give the green light to this provided Philip didn't feel, somewhere along the track at another time, that he was cheated of the big 'reunion' scene due to their own haste.
Philip sat on the closed toilet lid and he wrapped his hands around Jack's firm thighs as he looked up into his eyes. "I know what you're thinking," he whispered as he blinked slowly, his own eyes darkened by desire. "And we *will* do everything right.. Once I'm out of here.." He paused as he cupped the aroused groin in one hand then lifted his face towards the standing man again. "But hun, there's no denying this hard on.. and there's no denying that my mouth is watering just from the thought of tasting you again.." His hand fondled the shaft within the clothing.
"I thought you'd want the whole nine yards on this thing?" Jack said quietly.
"I do. And we will!” He gave his partner a genuine, loving smile. “Romance, the works.. I promise you..”
Jack blinked. Normally it was him who had to put on the romance for Philip.
Phil’s voice lowered even further as he whispered, hotly, “I'm talking a head job here.." He nudged at the erection with his beard while still holding Jack's gaze. “Don’t deny you want one..”
“Can’t hide stuff from you..” Jack tried to joke but he didn’t feel particularly funny right now. He felt jittery. In a good way and a bad way. He did want Philip. He wanted the hot and frenetic. He wanted the younger man in charge. He loved the risks they used to take before .. before.. He shook his head then whispered, “We can’t..”
“Live a little..” The young man hissed.
“Live? If we get caught my life.. or yours.. won’t be worth living!” Jack sighed.
“Forget them, Jack,” Phil said, rising to his feet to reach his mouth over the tight, white lips. They tongued for a long time, both feeling light-headed by the end of it. “Let me suck you off!” The words hung in the air between them as Philip slowly battered his eyes open.
Jack shivered and muttered, "forcryingoutloud.." beneath his breath. Philip sat and nudged the shaft again with his chin while he smiled wantonly up at Jack.
"You have to admit," he whispered as he started to unfasten the belt, this time noticeably unhindered by Jack's hands, which fell away as the nimble fingers threaded the leather strap through the silver catcher. "That the time and place.. and the *risk* factor.. all adds to it, don't you think..?"
"Oh yeah," Jack breathed heavily as the belt slipped open. "Nothing peaks my interest quicker than the thrill of being discovered in a compromising situation in a toilet of a Military Hospital...." His hands reached for Philip’s. “With another man.”
Philip's fingers were still where they were on the partly opened zipper. "You want me to stop?"
The quiver in the voice told Jack everything. He wanted this. He hadn’t wanted this in a long time, and now he might explode if he didn’t get this. Jack stared into the dark eyes. Young – so damn young – and so damn horny that they seemed to shimmer, even in the harsh light of the bathroom. He closed his eyes. He wanted this as much as Philip seemed to. He wanted to forget responsibility for a moment and allow his hot and hungry lover to suck him off so damn hard that he’d swear his balls were being pulled out through him.
"Could you?" He asked through parched lips.
"If you wanted me to.." Phil’s disappointment was ill hidden, if he tried at all.
"If you wanted to..?" Jack tried to swallow but it hurt. His mouth was too dry. His breathing was too heavy.
"I don't want to.." the young man hissed softly. Jack cupped his chin lovingly then smiled, or at least he hoped it was a smile – his mouth didn’t feel like his own at the moment. He felt giddy, but sick, yet he knew – more than anything in this whole damn world, that he wanted to ease forward and sink his hard, throbbing cock into that small, wet mouth.
One last try though! "But don't you want this to be.. something.. I don't know.. a little more.. special?"
Still sitting on the closed lid, Philip looked up at the man standing between his thighs as he said, "When I get out of here we're going to do so much *more* than this.." He inched the underwear down and smiled at the full, straining muscle as it bobbed in the air before him. "Maybe we should ease into that..," he hissed softly then ran his parted lips along the warm flesh, "by starting with this....”
Swallowing, as his mouth had watered again, Philip looked up, meeting Jack's cautious gaze, then he moved closer to the weeping tip, allowing his tongue to poke out and taste the pearl seed there, hesitantly at first then with passion as he closed his lips around the red tip. Jack hissed out a sigh as he gripped the sitting man's shoulder with one hand and reached out the other to support himself against the wall.
Phil's tongue swirled around the helmet, then his parted lips skimmed along the side of the solid stalk until he'd reached the tip once more. The young man moaned constantly, clearly enjoying the opportunity to taste Jack once more. As he raised his hand to hold the stem he whispered, "I'm not sure who enjoys this more.. me or you.."
"Definitely.. me." Jack murmured as the mouth closed around him again. He screwed up his eyes and lowered his chin to his chest as he allowed Philip to guide him in and out of the hot, wet depths.
"I don't think so, Jack-" Philip clamped his teeth lightly around the muscle so that he could talk with the cock still in his mouth, much like a cigar. Jack chuckled softly then closed his eyes. If he survived this he was going to need a cigar.. A damn fine one at that! And a scotch.. But first he had to survive .. this!
He swallowed the moan that was choking him as his fingers delved into the black mane. Phil was less discreet. His enjoyment was audible – as it always had been – and the moans seemed to ricochet off the stark, white walls.
Jack, face clenched in concentration, kept whispering "shh" to him but that made Philip playful and he suckled nosily on the shaft. Finally Jack yanked himself from the lips and gave his naughty partner a stern look.
"Give it back," Phil whispered.
"Be quiet!" Jack hissed, more playfully than angrily.
"Jaaaack," Phil said, barely louder than a breath. "Give it back.."
"Are you gonna keep quiet?"
A wanton smile kissed Philip's face. "Why don’t you put something in my mouth - to shut me up!"
Jack rolled his eyes. "You make too much noise!"
Phil smiled. "I promise to be a good boy.." He blinked sweetly and Jack tilted his hips, bringing the damp cock closer. Phil quickly latched onto it and made a few quick loud suckling noises and moans before growing serious in his pursuit to bring his lover to a scream climax.
Jack also noted the sudden loss of playfulness and gave in to the sensation of having his cock sucked again after such a long time.
"Oh.. god!" He whimpered as Phil showed him talent that Jack never knew he had. The younger man's hand crept up the soft furry insides of Jack's thighs, over the sweaty perineum and onto the tight pucker. Jack whimpered again then he clasped his hand on the black head, beginning to thrust into the hot heat while Philip teased the ring mercilessly. Jack's prayers increased as he began to feel his whole body tingle, grow taut then suddenly, with a huge rush, he felt his orgasm hit, shuddering his whole being as he shot his come down his lover's throat.
He was choking back tearless sobs as he eased in and out of the sweet mouth then he felt Philip allow the limp cock to slip from his lips, to be carefully caught and cradled by two loving hands before gently being tucked inside the underwear again. As a wet spot appeared against the cloth Philip licked at it, sending a shiver throughout Jack’s body. With due care the younger man lifted the pants and refastened them around Jack’s waist. His hand slid across the smooth, hairless sides then into the center of Jack’s abdomen where the trail of silver and brown hair arrowed down.
“You’ve lost weight,” Philip said as his fingers touched the skin gently.
“Lost my appetite for a while..” Jack said simply as he stepped back to tuck his shirt into place. He reached out, lifting Philip by the shoulders until the younger man was on his feet once more. He stared into the dark eyes, then, slowly and wordlessly, closed his mouth over the moist lips, taking control of a kiss that had Philip’s knees giving out and making him limp against Jack’s body. Strong arms encircled the tired young man, holding him in place until Jack was satisfied that he’d said an appropriate ‘thank you’ for what they’d just been through. However reckless it was, it was damn hot and it made Jack glad that this young man was *his* partner… His ‘life’ partner, now.
As their lips parted momentarily, it was Phil who sounded dazed, but happy, as he whispered, “I’ll sleep well tonight..”
Jack could smell himself on his breath. “So will I.”
Philip inched back even further and uncrossed his eyes enough to meet Jack’s intense gaze. “No more nightmares..” he told him.
Jack’s fingers traced down the side of the face. “I hope not. I want you home, baby.”
Philip’s black lashes fluttered closed as he kissed the finger softly. “I want to be home..”
Jack’s hand continued down the front of the black shirt until he neared the groin. Phil’s hand intersected the touch.
“I’m good..” he told Jack, shifting the hand away.
“Don’t you..?” Jack wondered if Philip wanted any satisfaction.
“I got it,” the younger man seemed to read his mind. “And I want those results back before we go too far..”
Jack nodded, his hand returning to cup the bearded face once more. Philip gave a tentative smile as he said, “It feels almost like old times..”
The colonel nodded then said, in a low whisper, “While I don’t mind living in the past, I’m looking forward to making few changes..”
The younger man smiled as he wrapped his arms around Jack’s waist. “Like..?”
“Like getting to taste you…”
The dark eyes rolled as Phil let out a lecherous moan. “Remember when we thought you’d never..?” He stopped that thought and looked into Jack’s eyes. There was sadness there suddenly and he had an urge to kiss him – long, deep and lovingly.
When they finally pulled back the older man coughed and said, “I really ought to go..”
Philip nodded and stepped away from their tight clinch. “I really ought to let you..”
As Jack slid the door open he looked out into the room then stepped out quickly. Philip slipped out and moved over to the bed, packing away the sketches and hiding them in the bottom of the gym bag.
Jack waited for him to stand up straight again then they stepped over to the door together. "If you wake tonight.. and you want to talk.. call me. I don’t care what time..”
"I won't wake tonight.." Philip said, sounding resolute.
Jack nodded then said, as he gripped the door handle firmly, "Offers out there.."
Philip nodded as well. "I'll keep it in mind."
Jack looked at him then he wedged his foot against the door and leaned down to kiss the younger man’s lips tenderly. “That.. was.. incredible..”
Philip smiled. “Go on admit it.. you love thrill fucks..”
“I don’t know,” Jack said, “Why don’t you get out of here and we’ll try it and see..”
The artist smiled cheekily. “Oh, I’m sure we will, Jack..”
Jack’s eyes narrowed. That was either a promise.. or a threat. He grinned.
“Remember.. I’m old,” he teased. Philip traced his fingertips across Jack’s cheek then down the long dimple, then he turned his hand and skimmed it lightly up towards Jack’s ear.
“You’re not old.. you’re experienced..” He reached up and licked Jack’s lips.
“But I intend to introduce you to some experiences you’ve never tried before..”
“Ah, really?” Jack smirked. “Remember, the seventies was a very interesting time for me..!”
Phil shrugged. “You’ve not tried this before, I can assure you..”
Jack was interested. “Like..?”
Phil’s eyes shifted across the rugged face as he said, slowly, “Being with me..”
“I’ve been with you,” he said. Phil grinned and arched a brow.
“Not yet.. you haven’t!” he promised him. “Remember Jack.. I’m young!”
Jack’s brow twitched at that thought, then he nodded as he sucked back a deep breath.
“And on that note..” he said, re-gripping the handle and removing his foot from the door.
“Wait!” Phil said, latching onto his cheeks and bringing their mouths together for another deep kiss. He moaned softly as he pulled back. “Good night, Jack.”
“Night..” Jack said, his voice so frail that he had to cough to get some strength back into it. “Night!” He repeated, in a deeper voice. His lover laughed and stepped away to let him leave.
As soon as Jack left he felt lonely. He wanted to grab all his things and run after him, and say to hell with the results and everything else, he was ready to come home. But instead he took his sweats into the bathroom and changed then he crawled into bed. He turned on the television set above his bed and tucked an arm under his head. Flicking endlessly through the channels he gave up on trying to find something decent to watch and slowly drifted off to sleep, remembering the experience in the bathroom.
<End of part 78>
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