Part 98
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By the time Jack woke again the sun was starting to go down. He rolled over and felt the warm body pressed up beside him and through slotted eyes he peered up at the man sitting in the bed, smiling down at him.
"Hello," Philip said as he slipped the pad of drawing paper and stick of charcoal he'd been sketching with onto the side table.
"Either I've slept a few minutes or a few hours," Jack mumbled as he struggled to sit up, opting for more of a lean against his partner's shoulder instead. Philip chuckled.
"Hours. Many," he told him as he wrapped his arms around Jack's stomach and kissed his lips softly. "I guess you're going to want to go to the bathroom."
"Ah-" Jack frowned at the astuteness. "Yeah, kinda.."
Philip released him then pushed the bedding off his legs. Jack stumbled to his feet and crossed to the bathroom, leaving Philip in their bed. As soon as the flush could be heard Jack reappeared in the doorway and leaned against the frame for support as he watched Philip cross the room to him.
Sliding his arms around Jack's waist once more the shorter man kissed his chest then tilted his face up and smiled at his unshaven lover. "Now I guess you're hungry.."
Jack's frown deepened. "While I was sleeping did you do some kind of subliminal thing on me so that I'd agree with all your suggestions?"
Philip laughed. "Absolutely. I have you under my spell. It has nothing what-so-ever to do with the fact that you haven't eaten in almost twenty-four hours.."
Jack grinned. "None."
"None!" Philip replied with a kiss to the hairy chest. Jack tilted Phil's face up again by the chin and kissed his lips thoroughly. As he pulled back he smacked his lips with his tongue and said, "You taste like coffee."
"Well unlike you who has snored all day in bed I have been up and doing things.."
"Oh? When did you wake up?"
"About four, I think."
Jack's smile widened. "So, what'cha been doing all that time?"
Philip inhaled a deep breath as he rested his chin against Jack's collarbone. In a dreamy voice, he told him, "I've been sitting there, just watching you sleep. Counting your eye-lashes and each breath that has passed your lips-" He touched Jack's mouth tenderly, "and wishing you'd wake up and see me.."
The taller man frowned then smiled in a bemused manner. "Really?"
The artist chuckled. "No," he admitted with a wicked grin. "But considering last night I thought I *ought* to try for romantic right about now.."
Jack laughed as he wrapped his arms around Philip's shoulders and squeezed him tight. "Have I told you lately I love you?"
Philip sighed happily and kissed Jack's chin. "Several times." Then his voice took on a teasing tone as he said, "I seem to recall it being panted out - over and over - during the night."
Jack jutted his chin in defiance. "Hey! Least I didn't 'scream' it out-"
Philip was speechless for a mere second before he laughed throatily then retorted with, "You're old, hun. I needed to make sure you *heard* it."
Jack slapped his brazen lover's naked butt sharply and the sound was quite loud. "Heard that!"
"Felt that!" Philip chuckled as he twisted to inspect the spot. "Ooh, that will leave a mark!"
Jack looked at the almost-perfect handprint on Phil's butt cheek. "Maybe I ought to kiss it better," he suggested, like it was some kind of 'trouble'.
Phil met the gaze. "Kiss, lick and nibble, I should think!"
"I like it when you get masterful," Jack joshed.
"On your knees, O'Neill!" Philip pressed him down by a shoulder. Jack did kneel and he lovingly kissed the inflamed skin, which made Philip draw back a deep breath.
With his lips against the warm skin Jack mumbled, "you mark so easily," then he licked the stinging flesh tenderly.
Philip closed his eyes as he moaned, "I only do that so you feel guilty and then do this..."
Jack cupped the rounded globe in one hand carefully as he stared at the handprint. He lifted his face and looked up at Philip, who was now looking down at him. "If I ever really hurt you.."
Philip petted the face beside his hip. "You'd never forgive yourself, I know that." Jack gave him a grateful smile as he got to his feet again. Philip held his gaze as he said, "But it's slap and tickle, Jack. You know I love it."
Jack cupped Phil's face and rubbed his lips against the pink mouth. "I love that you love it," he murmured before they kissed deeply.
Against Jack's lips Philip murmured, "Know what else I love?"
The older man pulled back and looked into the dewy eyes. "Me?"
Philip rolled his eyes, like that was a 'given'.
"Steak," he told Jack. "Well-done."
The older man gave a deep groan of agreement and salivated. "Medium rare.."
Tightening his arms around his partner's body Philip asked, "A steak at Shrivers or one at O'Malleys then?"
Jack cast a glance towards the window, and the sunset, and said, with disappointment in his voice, "It will have to be one at O'Malleys. We'd never get into Shrivers on such short notice."
Philip twitched a brow. "Good thing I called ahead then and made a reservation for us."
"You did?" Jack asked gleefully and that brought a smile of genuine happiness to Philip's face.
"Seven thirty," he said, sounding proud his plan had worked.
"What's the time now?"
"Around six, I think," Philip said as he craned his neck to try to see the digital display on the clock by the bed.
Jack slipped away from the embrace and went to the clock instead. He noted, for the first time, that the champagne, bucket and the assorted candles were now taken away. "You have been busy," he said as he checked the time.
Philip reached around him for his sketchpad. As he presented it to Jack he said, "Been doing some drawing as well." Jack smiled at his immaculate likeness; lying naked in the bed, the sheets tangled with his legs and one hand resting on his chest while the other was tucked under his pillow.
With obvious admiration he whistled through his teeth then said, "What I'd give for a quarter of your talent."
Philip looked at the image then at his lover. "I'm blessed," he told him. "I know that."
Jack smiled, pleased that Philip never took for granted the gift that he had and fully appreciated it as well. He touched his hand to the unshaven cheek and enjoyed it when Philip nuzzled against his palm. The dark eyes opened and the young man confessed, seriously, "I'm so very blessed."
"Me, too," he told him. "I'll just grab a quick shower."
"I'll join you." Philip tossed the sketch onto the bed and trotted to catch up to his lover, who was just entering the bathroom.
*
Jack smiled as Philip stepped up behind him at the mirror and reached around him to adjust his tie. "You look gorgeous," the artist said with his chin perched on the shoulder of Jack's black dinner jacket. The older man reached back and slid his hand down the rounded rump, and further down the suit-covered thigh, which he gave a squeeze to once he'd reached his arm length. Phil pressed his thigh tightly against the back of Jack's and nudged his nose against the smooth throat as he told him, "You smell great too. So fresh.. and clean."
"You should know-" Jack turned his face and nudged his lover's stubble-covered cheek in return as he purred, "You washed every nook in my body!"
Phil ran his finger down the dark blue tie then he stopped at the gold clasp on Jack's belt and said, "Every single one!" His fingers deftly unhooked the belt and Jack gave a soft gasp. "You don't mind, do you?" Philip asked as he slowly lowered the zip.
"No," the older man breathed as his cock was carefully cradled in a warm hand.
Philip nudged his nose into Jack's ear as he told him, "I just had to touch you.." His thumb stroked the growing muscle. "You look so good dressed up like this."
"So why are you determined to undress me then?" Jack asked, not complaining at the gentle stroking he was getting.
With a husky whisper Philip went onto his toes as he pressed his lips to Jack's ear and said, "Who said anything about undressing you? I can achieve what I want without that, Lover!" With that, he slithered around Jack's body, stared him straight in the eye and held the gaze as he lowered himself to his knees before him. Jack swallowed his gasp as his well-dressed paramour brushed his nose and lips across the expanding head then the little pink tongue poked out and swiped at the tiny hole.
With teeth lightly grazing the tender skin Philip chewed the firm muscle then he used his tongue to sooth the flesh before he began to suck on the shaft. Jack gripped the curly-haired head then sighed as Philip lifted his dark gaze to meet his eyes whilst suckling. Slowly, and with a smile to stop Jack's heart, Phil pulled back from the wet cock, then parted his moist lips and winked at Jack before he swallowed him down the back of his throat. Jack felt his knees buckle beneath him and he reached down to Phil's shoulders instead, using their strength to hold himself up.
The young man closed his eyes as he feasted on the flesh, sucking and chewing and doing everything he desired to Jack's shaft. His hand worked its way under the stretched underwear and cradled the hardening balls gently.
Jack inhaled deeply as he grew weaker and weaker in the legs. His whispered moans of pleasure mingled with Phil's grunts of enjoyment as the two men lost themselves in the intimate act.
With his mouth clasped around the throbbing cock Philip blindly stretched his other arm up under the white shirt to pinch a nipple.
As he threw his head back Jack groaned then he removed the hand from his clothing and gripped the wrist as he sucked on the fingers tenaciously. Philip gasped around the shaft in his mouth as he squirmed at the incredible sensation, then he pressed his stretched finger onto the tight pucker and, in the same instance, felt Jack shudder. Then he tasted it - the coveted saltiness of his lover's seed as it filled his mouth. Carefully he licked the deflating shaft clean then he kissed it over and over before he was ready to surrender it. Gently he tucked it into Jack's briefs again then he did up the black dress pants, refastened the belt and got to his feet. Jack gave him a dopey, lop-sided smile.
"Thank you," he said. Philip grinned and gripped the hair at the back of Jack's head in his fist.
"Absolutely my pleasure," he whispered before latching his lips over Jack's.
They parted after long, lingering kisses and Jack asked, huskily, "Shall I ..?"
"No," Philip told him. "I'm not sure about you, hun, but I have a confession to make."
Jack frowned as he swiped his hand through his hair. "What's that?"
"Last night.. the .. amount.. of times that we did it.."
Jack nodded.
"It's not usual for me. I'm good, but I'm not normally 'that' good!"
Jack released his breath. "You've no idea how happy I am to hear that. I was wondering how I was meant to match up to last night's Olympics."
Philip looked relieved as well. "Well in that case-" he smiled- "maybe I don't need to save myself up. I thought you'd expect .. so I needed to save myself up..." He gave a sheepish grin and then checked his watch. "Shit! We haven't got time, anyway.." He twisted his wrist for Jack to see the time.
"Crap!" The older man muttered when he realized they would have to go right now, or miss their reservation.
"You warm the car, I'll brush my teeth," Philip said as he ran into the bathroom. Jack gathered his wallet and keys from the bedside table then he took the coat from the hook behind the door and left the house.
*
In the restaurant the two men were seated near the back corner, just as Philip had requested. The ambience of this restaurant was always wonderful, with its candlelight, crystal glassware and fine settings, but tonight it seemed more so. Jack couldn't help but notice, and be amused by, the way their young waiter, a very good-looking Latino with slicked back black hair and dark eyes and cheeks, despite his close shave, hovered around Philip's side of the table whenever he came over to them. This was, of course, unnoticed by the young artist whom Jack was sure had absolutely no idea how drop-dead gorgeous he was at the best of times, and a thousand times more so dressed like he was, in a dark charcoal gray suit, white shirt and dark, patterned tie.
As he lifted his face to place his order of champagne ('the best that you have'!) he unconsciously tossed his curls from his eyes. Coupled with his unshaven face (a decision Jack had made on his behalf, asking him 'not' to shave because he liked the look so much) split with a breath-taking smile to reveal his white teeth, Jack was sure he saw their waiter's knees weaken. But the young man simply nodded sharply, tucked Phil's menu beneath his arm and almost left without taking Jack's, until the colonel tapped him a few times on his arm with it. The waiter then blushed, bowed his head and walked away. Jack bit back his smile, stepped on the heel of his shoe under the table in order to pull his foot from the laced shoe, and then he lifted his foot and began to stroke Phil's leg under the curtain of tablecloth, secretly hoping that there was no fire, or he'd have to explain his shoeless foot to a burly fireman.
Once the young waiter returned with the champagne he set it beside Philip, poured a little into a crystal flute for him to approve then filled the glass to the top. He turned and did the same with Jack's, not meeting his eyes at all. Once the bottle was nestled into the ice again the young man took their order then he left, with another polite nod of his head. The two dinner companions settled into a comfortable silence as Philip stared at the nearby fireplace, one of the key reasons he requested this table. That, and the fact that the tables were spread out a little wider here, because of the huge fireplace, and he knew that they would have more privacy for conversation. Not that he ever really worried about being overheard, but it was nicer not to have to consider it, especially tonight.
Jack's toes caught the cuff of Phil's pant leg and lifted it up, exposing the calf to the air.
"Jack.."
"I'll stop," the older man said as he straightened up. Philip looked at him with slight bewilderment in his eyes, because he didn't know what Jack meant. Suddenly it dawned upon him what his lover was referring to.
"Oh, no, no.. I didn't mean that.." he said with a sweet, but distracted, smile. "That's fine with me."
Jack resumed his clandestine caress as he watched his lover think. After a moment he said, "So, what's on your mind?"
Philip blinked his long black lashes quickly then lifted his gaze towards Jack. "I'm going to ask you something and if you say no, it won't affect the relationship. Okay?"
The graying brow arched. "O-kay," he said the syllables carefully.
The younger man licked his lips as he laid his elbows onto the table and leaned in towards Jack. Instantly Jack leaned towards him until they were decently close enough and able to talk in lowered voices.
"I was thinking...as you were sleeping.."
"That's a worry!" Jack teased briefly, his stomach a little knotted by his lover's seriousness. Philip granted him a smile then lowered his eyes to his hands that were nervously toying together on the tabletop.
"Last night was.." He checked around them then stared straight into Jack's eyes once more. "It was perfect. And today, just lying there watching you.."
"Thought you said you weren't doing that?"
The corners of the handsome man's lips tugged in a wistful smile. "I lied."
Jack’s mischievous grin made his soft brown eyes twinkle in the candlelight. "Go on."
"Like I said, this doesn't have to affect our relationship in any way, okay?"
Jack was watchful then he shrugged and lowered his voice even more as he said, "I just can't say okay until I know what it is I'm okaying to. You know me better than that, Philip."
Again Phil gave a nervous smile and tilted his face so that he met Jack's eyes totally. "I'd like to move in with you. Permanently."
The air left Jack's lungs in a sudden rush and his face grew noticeably pale in the ensuing silent moments.
Philip chewed his bottom lip as he eased back in his seat and let his leg shift from the touch of Jack's foot, which had stilled abruptly.
"Move in?" Jack stammered through a tight throat.
The young man shrugged a shoulder as he kept his eyes lowered. "You did once ask me."
"I recall." The voice was stronger now.
"So-" Philip shrugged again as he played with some melted wax from the candle. "I figured that after the last response you got from me, well, you might not be too eager to ask again. And.. and I wanted you to know I was.. receptive to the idea now."
"Don't do subtle, do you? A hint here, a nod there?"
With a jut of his chin, Philip replied quietly with, "You've known me more than a year now, Jack. Since when have I ever done that?"
Jack held his gaze as he smiled across the candlelight at him but still he said nothing.
Philip felt uncomfortable with the silence and drew a shaky breath. "So, anyway," he tried to sound nonchalant with his forced smile. "I don't need your answer *tonight* - maybe you should take some time to think about it. There's a lot more to consider now that I'm well and will, therefore, live with you for a lot longer than you'd anticipated last time you asked..."
"That's hardly a problem," Jack said quietly as he stared down at his hands that were flattened against the tablecloth. Philip chewed his bottom lip while he waited for Jack to look up once more. He could only hold the gaze a second before he nervously glanced at the fireplace instead.
Jack was quiet a long moment then he said, "So, we're talking.. permanent 'Permanently'?"
Phil's ebony brows arched up as he pressed his lips together while avoiding Jack's gaze. It was obvious to him that he meant permanent - because as far as he was concerned there was never going to be anyone else in his life but Jack. Jack was, as the old lady had predicated so accurately all those years ago, his fate. The young man knew it and he wanted to formalize their relationship somehow. He'd have proposed to Jack, if he thought his lover would have accepted, but considering the way Jack was reacting to this request, all tight voiced and quavering words, Philip was glad he didn't go that route. Still, he was pleased that Jack had taken the request as seriously as he had meant it. Jack understood that he was, basically, committing himself to him - for life - as of this moment.
"Take your time," Phil muttered then watched a couple in the corner - a man and a woman - who were staring into each other's eyes and holding hands across the table. He gave a wan smile as he returned his gaze to his lover's face.
Jack was watching him closely. "Tomorrow soon enough?"
Relief flooded the handsome face as Philip finally released his held breath with a breath-taking smile. "You're kidding me? Tomorrow? Yes!"
Jack laughed and reached under the table to grasp his partner's thigh. Philip dropped his hand under the shield of the tablecloth and entwined his fingers with the others.
"Your hand's sweaty," Jack noted.
With a nervous laugh Philip wiped his palm on his pant leg as he said, "Yeah, well, you left me sweating a bit there." He laced his fingers with Jack's under the table again. "Bastard!"
The graying head tilted as Jack smiled, a large smiled that lit his brown eyes and made long, deep folds crease down his cheek. "It was a no-brainer, Philip. Like I'd say 'no'." He snorted as he tickled the palm with his thumb.
"You might have," Philip told him. Jack shook his hand free and squeezed the young man's thigh instead.
"Not in this lifetime."
Philip's smile broadened. "God, I .. I.." [love you]
Jack's smile softened to one of understanding. "I know. I do, too." [Love you.]
As Philip rubbed the hand on his thigh he felt almost happy enough to burst. Flush faced, he sat back in his seat but within a few moments he sat forward again to whisper, "Shit, why didn't I ask you this today? Or even later tonight? Or just someplace where I can actually take you into my arms and kiss you right now!"
Jack arched his brow then he picked up the napkin from his lap and placed it on the table. As he got to his feet he said, "I'll be right back. I'm going to the restroom."
Slightly deflated by this, Philip mouthed the word, "okay," as he gave Jack a nod. It wasn't until his lover had left the table that he realized what Jack was telling him. He quickly downed the contents of his glass then headed to the restroom himself.
<End of Part 98>
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