Part 95
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After a copious amount of kissing Jack pressed his hand into the center of the firm chest and pushed himself up off his lover's body. With the sun completely gone outside now the only light in the room was a faint glow from down the hall. Jack could barely make out the sharp line of Phil's slightly swollen top lip but still he traced it with his index finger as he asked a question that had plagued his mind since he placed his hand down the front of his lover's pants in the dining room. "Did I feel what I thought I felt in there, by the way?"
The younger man gave a low groan as he adjusted his position and tucked both arms under his head. In a deep, bedroom-voice he asked, "Was it soft?"
"And warm," Jack mumbled as his finger tickled the bottom lip.
"And was it nice to touch?"
"Very," he assured him.
"What color do you think it is?"
Jack took a second then said, "I'm thinking buff or yellow here.."
The younger man snorted with a soft chuckle, "Like the one for the car?"
Jack laughed too. "But I'm sure it's not." He ran his hand down the chest in the dark and enjoyed the feel of the hairs against his palm. Then he smoothed across the flattened stomach and onto the cloth-covered crotch, which he squeezed, quite firmly, through the material.
"Why don't you take a look?" Philip urged him in a deep voice.
Jack silently twisted to reach the lamp beside the bed but Philip sat up and stopped him. "I'll light the candles," he said before kicking his legs over the edge of the bed and rolling off onto his feet. He paused long enough to toe out of his shoes and peel off his socks then he stood up and reached for the box of matches carefully placed for this precise moment.
As he straightened up his shirt flapped open even further and revealed the very top of his shoulders and arms. With practiced ease the ex-smoker struck match after match to light the assortment of candles by the bed while Jack settled himself onto the pillows and cushions to watch him in the growing candlelight. He admired the way the shadows played across the muscles of Philip's chest and how the light glinted off the engraved heart with his name on it. He turned onto his side and propped his head onto one hand to enjoy the view as his unsuspecting partner stepped around the stand to reach a candle at the back. Even in this light Jack could see the work that had gone into Philip's 'new' body. And, boy! Was he appreciating it right now!
Philip had concentrated on the flame catching the wick and so jumped when he felt hands brush over his back and around his waist, to come together across his stomach.
"Have I ever told you how gorgeous you look in candlelight?" Jack asked as he peered over the shorter man's shoulder, tucked the wayward curls aside and pressed a kiss to the hair at the nape of Phil's neck.
The young man laughed and looked at Jack from under his long lashes. "You say the sweetest things."
"I mean them too," Jack assured him as he tracked the shadow down the long throat with his fingertip then caught the neck of the shirt in the crook of his finger and effortlessly peeled it down Philip's back. The topless man moaned softly as he enjoyed Jack kissing his way back up his spine and against the nape of his neck once more. "This is one hell of a great back." As he nibbled and breathed deliberately into Phil's ear - knowing what that did for his lover - Jack slid his hand around to the front then cupped it over the heart that pierced Phil's nipple.
The caressed man sighed softly and leaned his head back until it rested against Jack. He gave in to the touch of Jack's other hand that was now gliding across his bare torso, the long fingers stretched to feel every inch of his warm flesh. As the fingers reached under his belt he whimpered in the back of his throat then he sucked in his stomach to allow the explorer easier access.
The colonel's fingers burrowed until he could feel the waist of the underwear Philip was wearing. "So what color is it?" He whispered quietly into the small ear.
Philip gave a guttural moan as he said, "Well, it's not yellow!"
"Black? To match the outfit?" Jack said as he delicately cradled the growing erection that was now straining at the garment they were discussing.
In a breathless whisper Phil moaned, "Could be silver then.. to match my tie."
That made Jack laugh softly and breathe into the small ear once more. "Don't'cha just love guessing games? I could play them forever!" He teased.
"You take much longer to guess and they'll be white, my love!"
Jack laughed, more loudly this time, as he hugged his partner from behind with one arm. "I love it when you talk dirty!"
Philip laughed too. "Screw you."
"All in good time!" Jack ran his free hand over Phil's ass and could tell, by the fact that the globe under his touch had no 'leg seam', that the underwear was a thong. A smile curled his lips. Against the ear he murmured, "I'm still trying to guess what color that little chamois thong you're wearing under there is."
"It's red," the fondled man breathed.
"Red?" Jack's voice was tight. Red was his favorite color. Leather - very soft leather, like chamois - was his most favorite material too. Thinking about the two 'favorites' - together on 'this' body - made Jack suddenly spit less.
Philip gave a spontaneous laugh. "That shut you up, didn't it?" He peered over his shoulder at the silenced man behind him.
"Is it really.. red?" Jack asked.
Still peering over his shoulder, Philip reached his arm back and threaded his fingers into the short gray hair. "And 'very' little!" He said in a breathy whisper. "So, what color is yours?"
A slow smile crept across the older man's face now and Philip laughed then moaned as he muttered, "Oh God. You're commando, aren't you?" He watched as Jack's brow arched slightly and then he moaned again. "Gads, I think my heart just stopped!" He lowered his chin to his chest and laughed some more as he felt Jack rub his crotch against his ass.
"And your heart's beating just fine!" Jack murmured as he bit at the folds in the tanned shoulder of Phil's raised arm.
"Can you feel my heart beating?"
Jack closed his eyes and nudged the silky smooth face with the tip of his nose. "Like a drum." He tilted his head to kiss the bicep by his face then peered down to where his finger was stirring the pierced nipple into rippled hardness. "But relax," he whispered as he gave the crotch a firm squeeze, "You're in good hands!"
Again the younger man chuckled, a low, deep rumble as he reached for Jack's mouth. "Very good hands.." he responded before he licked across the slightly parted lips.
As they kissed Jack squeezed the cock and rubbed the lip of the helmet through the leathery cover. The touched man moaned into the joined mouths then he lowered his arm and unfastened his own belt. As the sound of the zipper being lowered reached Jack's ears he stepped even closer against the 'Y' shaped back and slipped the hand from the heart, all the way around the firm body to engulf the narrow frame within his crossed arms. His fingers danced up Phil's ribs but the touch no longer tickled the highly aroused younger man. With a quiet whoosh Phil's pants dropped to the ground and his belt chinked onto the polished wooden floorboards loudly.
Jack's assault into the mouth increased passionately as he squeezed Philip back against him even more then he traced the pads of his fingers south along the center of the body, down the faint six-pack then onto the warm smooth underwear. He broke the kiss and peered down Phil's body again to finally see the briefs.
"Oh God," he moaned as he saw the small, red chamois thong that covered his partner's growing cock. Philip smiled wantonly as he turned to face Jack.
"Good! I'm so glad you like it. I bought it yesterday."
Jack could barely breathe as he stared at the tanned body, the skimpy red leather pouch and then into the slowly blinking dark eyes. "Look at you!" He purred and beamed at his lover.
"Yes," Phil said as he stepped away from Jack and turned with his arms out at his sides. "Look at me!" With a smile that grew in confidence with each passing moment Philip reached his hand out, picked up Jack's left hand then pressed it over his heart once again. "Look at every inch of me. At this body-" He smoothed Jack's hand down onto his stomach then blinked and met the dilated brown eyes - "That I built for you." His own eyes closed and he tilted his head back as Jack's fingers began to dance along the black trail of hair around Phil's navel. "For you, Jack," he moaned through his arched throat.
Jack reached for the lithe, tanned body, encasing it by one arm in the bend in the back and the other hand buried deep into the black hair that had escaped its fastening. His fingers caressed the scalp as he held the head firmly. "Not for me..?"
"Yes," Phil insisted then went on in a voice soft and smooth with passion. "This is the body you deserve to make love with. I know how much you loved my chest and stomach before I got sick. It was such a turn on knowing how my looks pleased you. When I got sick you loved me enough to still be with me. You made love to me up here.." He tapped his temple and his voice thickened with emotion - "When there wasn't a body to love anymore. You always let me believe I was still sexy - that couldn't have been easy."
He paused a moment then sniffed harshly and blinked to clear his misty eyes. With a tentative smile he continued again, "So I now give you the body you should have been able to love before. I give you the abs that I know you hunger for!" He ran Jack's hand across his stomach. "I give you the pecs and the biceps that I know turn you on..." He smoothed the palm over his body then he took Jack's hand and placed it on one bare gluteus; "And I give you the ass you should have been able to have all along-"
He bit back a moan as Jack's fingers tightened into his soft but firm flesh. He cupped Jack's face in both hands and whispered lasciviously through moist deep red lips; "Everything I am is yours tonight. And every night from here on." He tilted his face, stared at Jack's slightly parted lips and whispered, "All yours!" He closed the gap and pushed his tongue deeply into the warm, wet cavern.
Jack's response wasn't slow. He slipped his hand under the narrow strip of leather that snuggled between the rounded globes so deliciously then dipped his fingers into the crease to feel the heat within. Philip groaned against his tongue then he pressed back and whispered, "Take off your top."
Jack arched back and did as he was told; quickly divesting himself from the black t-shirt while Philip slid himself backwards onto the bed. With a wanton smile the artist held his arms out and welcomed Jack against his body as the older man joined him amongst the pillows and cushions. Jack, careful not to hurt his lover in any way, took his dog tags and flung them over his shoulder so that they landed on his back. As he hovered over Phil's body and face the tags were safely out of harms way between his shoulder blades.
Their eyes met and held in an intense stare as Philip reached for the webbed belt on Jack's fatigues. He unclasped it then began to unbutton the pants - slowly. With a loud sigh of contentment he brushed the pants apart and then eased them down over Jack's butt and legs, shifting until he was off the end of the bed and squatted on the wooden floor. He lifted a booted foot onto his thigh and unfastened the laces, tugged to loosen the black bootlaces then did the same to the other foot. With a wink and a smile he rose to his feet, held out Jack's leg as he stepped over it and turned to face the foot, revealing his back to his lover.
He tugged the boot and sock off the first foot then let it drop to the floor before holding out his hand for Jack to give him the other foot. As Phil bent in the task of removing the second boot Jack indulged himself by running his bare foot over the scantily clad ass, skillfully maneuvering his toes under the thong then into the crack. Philip moaned and paused in his actions as he enjoyed the touch for a moment. Jack's big toe traced along the crack then slipped between the thighs and he rubbed the top of his bare foot against the soft chamois that housed the warm balls.
"You should see this view!" the older man moaned lasciviously.
Phil twisted and smiled back at him then he lowered the newly bared foot to the floor. "Good, is it?" he teased with a slight wiggle then totally bent over and ripped the green pants from around Jack's ankles and tossed them across the room.
Jack caught the hard ass in his hands and reached his lips to a tanned globe. Without hesitation his tongue followed the path that his foot had taken earlier and eased beneath the leather strap, into the once forbidden zone. With a squeeze of his hands Jack parted the ass further so that he could delve deeper and at the first swipe of his tongue against the hot pucker both men groaned loudly. Slowly Philip straightened up and turned towards the bed. Jack leaned back onto his outstretched arms and smiled as his lover climbed onto his lap.
"And for the record, you have always been sexy," Jack told him as he touched his curled fingers to Philip's cheek. "And I have always made love to your mind, as well as your body." He smoothed his thumb over the full bottom lip as he gazed deeply into the ebony eyes. The inky blackness began to shimmer with a watery sheen as the younger man smiled gratefully. He closed his eyes and licked the tips of Jack's fingers.
Without words they came together and shared luxurious kisses, taking their time to taste and touch each other intimately. Jack twisted and deposited his armful onto the mattress then he laid over him, entangling arms and legs in a desperate need to be knotted with the younger man.
Finally breathless they parted and Jack stared down at the flushed face.
"I love you completely. Don't ever forget that."
Philip traced down the long crease in his lover's cheek as he whispered back, through tears, "I know!" Jack lowered himself onto the younger man's body and entwined their legs and arms as he devoured the sweet mouth.
*
It was morning by the time they allowed their sweat-covered bodies to separate and their tongues to finally rest. Philip groaned as he rolled, very carefully, off the edge of the bed and onto the floor, landing onto his knees. His face appeared over the side of the bed and Jack chuckled at the very disheveled state of his lover.
"My god," he groaned throatily as he rolled over then onto his stomach to be nearer Philip. He smoothed some of the tangled curls from the whiskers on Phil's cheeks and said, "You look thoroughly fucked!"
The young man laughed lasciviously. "I am!" he chortled then kissed Jack's wrist. "Well and truly!"
Jack reached for the champagne and lifted it from the bucket. It dripped room-temperature water over the floor then onto the rumpled sheet but Jack paid no mind to that as he held the bottle to his lips and took a long gulp of it. He reached his other hand out, cupped the back of Phil's head, brought their mouths together and squirted the liquid down Philip's throat. The young man swallowed greedily then chuckled against Jack's lips. "It's flat!" he grumbled happily.
"I know!" Jack muttered back as they parted and Jack reached the bottle to the floor then flopped back, spread eagle, across the stained sheet. "Oh god!" he groaned as he stared up at the ceiling. There was a strange light beam across the white surface up there and he frowned then turned his face towards the window. "It's morning?"
Philip crawled on his hands and knees over to the window then peered through the heavy drapes. "Shit.. Ah, yeah!" He twisted and sat down, emanating a hiss as his tender ass hit the hard floor. Jack knew that reaction and totally understood it as he inched himself off the side of the bed, stumbled to his feet in a tired manner then swayed as he looked at the crumpled man by the window.
"I need a bath!" he announced then took a whiff of his underarm before groaning. "Jesus!" He moaned as he staggered towards the bathroom, leaving Phil, head in hands, to his own devices. "You wanna join me?" Came the cry from the next room.
"No," Philip responded groggily. "I need a cup of tea!"
"Brew some coffee will you?" Jack called out again over the sound of running water.
The young man got to his feet rather clumsily due to the fact that his tired muscles just didn't want to cooperate with him anymore. Much like Jack had, he staggered across the room, wrenched a toweling robe from the hook on the back of the door then he continued down the hall and out to the kitchen as he flapped the robe around him. He suddenly craved a cigarette but knew the sensation would pass. Deciding instead to renew another old addiction he put enough coffee into the pot for two cups and then waited as the sweet aromatic liquid dripped into the pot. He rubbed his face, yawned then blinked burning red eyes while the pot filled slowly. He decided that the minute he'd finished his drink he was going to sleep. Although he was ravenous he didn't think he had the energy to make himself breakfast. In fact, he 'knew' he didn't have the energy to make himself breakfast. Waiting for coffee to drip was a momentous task that he was proud he could achieve, given the night's activities and his lack of sleep.
Once the coffee was ready he poured himself a cup full, added sugar and milk then carried it out to the back balcony to watch the sun complete its slow ascent into the crisp morning sky.
<End of Part 95>
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