During the kiss, Philip inched the t-shirt up over Jack's head, both breaking only momentarily to let it pass their faces before resuming the engulfing kiss. Blindly he dropped the discarded top to the floor and he ran his hands up the bare arms, onto the shoulders and then brushed them across the chain around Jack's neck. His long fingers touched at the ball-chain, feeling along it, down over the colonel's skin and to the dog tags that hung in the indent of his firm chest. Pulling out of the kiss, Philip dipped his head to catch his breath and look at the silver tags in his hand. Tucking one foot onto the stool again, he leaned his elbow onto his knee as he looked at the tags he was fondling. He gave a soft chuckle as Jack sucked gently on his ear while he read over the indented information.

"Jonathon?"

"Ah huh," Jack purred, his tongue traced the folds of the small ear then plundered the well, making Philip shrink from the touch it was so intense. Jack waited until the younger man bravely offered the ear once more for devouring. His lips brushed the soft surface of the lobe, then he sucked it between his lips, his tongue toying with it as Philip asked, "What's the A stand for?"

Pulling back and leaning two outstretched arms against the desk, Jack sighed and looked at the tags in Philip's hands then up at him.

"Anthony."

A sweet smile kissed Philip's lip as he looked deep into the dark eyes. "I like that name."

"So did my parents, apparently," Jack said offhandedly as he reached forward and latched his lips over the pulse point on Philip's throat. The artist moaned deeply and squirmed under the touch, enjoying the feel of Jack's hands gliding up his back to support his head thrown back in abandonment. Gathering his thoughts, he lifted the tags high over Jack's bare shoulders as he tried to focus on the writing.

"We have the same blood type.." The words hung between them as Jack pulled back to stare at him unblinkingly. The younger man's lips quivered as if he was going to say something, an apology perhaps, but Jack touched his hand to Philip's lips then he closed his mouth over them, his tongue licking at them before pressing through to the awaiting mouth. Philip dropped the tags, letting them fall down the colonel's back, as his fingers dug deep into the freckled shoulders of the older man, grabbing him and tugging him desperately closer.

Jack's arms tightened around the slight body, squeezing him up and lifting him from the desk edge, securely capturing him against his chest. Philip's fingertips danced along Jack's spine, down over the curve of his back and onto the fatigue covered rump. Pulling back reluctantly when he felt Jack pull away, Philip slowly let his eyes loll open and wasn't surprised to find the chestnut eyes staring straight at him.

"I think I need a drink," Jack's voice was soft and deep. Philip nodded.

"We've got scotch and some bacardi.."

With a gentle smile, Jack touched his hand to the rounded cheek. "Water will be fine."

"Oh?" So it wasn't fortification he sought. With a nervous nod, Philip slipped himself off the desk and found his feet once more. "I can do water."

Jack's smile broadened. "Good."

Philip pointed out the door. "I'll be right back." He turned to go but Jack captured his hand, then stepped up behind him, his arms engulfing him as he cuddled Philip from behind. The younger man groaned lightly as the hard erection pressed against his back and looked over his shoulder at the man behind him. Jack kissed his soft cheek.

"I'll help.." he said with a laugh. Philip reached back and placed his hands on Jack's thighs as they stumbled towards the kitchen together.

* He was getting the glasses from the cupboard when he stopped and allowed himself the luxury of watching the other man in the room with him. It had been too long. Finding John like that - in their bed - it had shattered his heart. He decided that he wasn't going to fall for anyone again. No one was going to be allowed close enough to hurt him like that. That was pretty easy to accomplish too, considering they often disappeared right after he told them he wasn't going to have sex with them. If they hung around long enough to ask why, they were usually out the door as soon as three little initials left his lips: H I V.

Yet, here he was, giddy like a schoolboy because this gorgeous, older man now stood in his dingy little kitchen, unscrewing a bottle lid from the water. Jack didn't run at the promise of no sex, he didn't run at the announcement of the disease, instead he fought to hold him, battled the stubbornness of them both to try to break through that wall, and see the real Philip inside. It wasn't so hard. Right from the start, for the minute he laid eyes on him in Daniel's apartment Philip sensed something different about this man. Something unique, something incredibly attractive. What started out as a genuine attempt to help Jack with his problem led him down a road he would never have imagined five hours ago. Philip was as honest as the day was long in matters of business dealings and friendships, but disclosing such things was something he didn't do freely. Yet in that stark diner he was opening up to the stranger and sharing things with him that he surprised himself about. And he got the distinct feeling Jack was doing the same. That's why he suggested coming back here. He truly wasn't ready to let Colonel Jack O'Neill out of his life just yet.

He tried to run the night through his head. When had it happened? When had he started to realize that this man was attracted to him also. Like a drunk man trying to work out a logical problem, Philip laughed at himself. And like any intoxicated man, he tried to tell himself to pull himself together, to just step back and assess this situation, that the morning was sure to bring him a headache.

But like any form of intoxication, he just didn't care. For all his private grandstanding about 'never doing that again' here he was, more than willing to dive head first with this gorgeous man. Giddy schoolboy was correct, for he felt light headed as he stared at the wide, strong back, at the freckles across the shoulders, smoothing out to a flawless back where the tags dangled between his shoulder blades in the indentation of his spine.

Resisting no more, he stepped up behind him and placed the glasses onto the bench as he kissed across the backs of Jack's shoulders. He rubbed his cheek against the smooth skin, feeling the small ball-chain rub over his face. Slipping one hand across the front of Jack, he splayed his fingers and rubbed across the furry chest once more. Jack's body vibrated with his appreciative moan as the younger man nibbled the flesh, showering the skin in kisses and enjoying the tang of sweat on his skin as he lick him behind his ear.

"Tell me something," he whispered huskily into the colonel's ear.

"Whatever you want, just keep doing that!" Jack whispered back, making the younger man laugh. Tugging the dog tags to the front of Jack again, Philip asked, "Were you an altar boy too?"

A lopsided grin filled Jack's face as he looked back at the man behind him.

"I was..... Until they threw me out for drinking the holy water."

Philip stared at him a moment then realized that, despite the absurdity of it, Jack was telling the truth! He laughed heartily now as he lowered his forehead to rest against the back of Jack's shoulder. His arms slipped around him more tightly, squeezing him back against his stomach. As Jack poured the water into the glasses Philip's hand went exploring, down the front of Jack, his long fingers snaking under the waist of the fatigues, touching at the trail of hair disappearing under the band of what must be boxer shorts. Jack closed his eyes, giving into the enjoyment of the fingers against his sensitive lower abdomen. Slowly he turned towards Philip, feeling the hand slip from the tight confined as he faced the younger man. Philip's cimmerian eyes blinked as he looked at Jack then he lifted his hands and started to undo the pants, one button at a time. Jack's chest expanded as he drew in a long, deep breath, his eyes never leaving the dark glossy orbs before him.

Philip could feel the stirring erection against the backs of his fingers as he released each button slowly. Jack's hands came up and cradled the face gently then Philip stretched up and placed his lips over Jack's once more. As they kissed - slowly and deeply - nothing hurried in their movements - he worked the pant's off over the rump until they pooled at Jack's bare feet. As the colonel stepped out of them, he steered Philip back towards the living room.

"Our water.." Philip mumbled against Jack's lips.

"Ah," the colonel also mumbled. They broke apart and, with grins, collected their own drinks then headed back to the bedroom.

* Jack put his glass on one side of the bed, the simple act forcing Philip to catch his breath - it had been so long! He put his glass down then turned and pressed the button to start the c.d. in the player beside his bed. Soft strains of the Simply Red c.d. BLUE started up, a random selection meant that track six; 'Someday in my life' was the first song. He loved this track - it reminded him of old movies.

Jack watched him move to the window as the soft piano music wafted through the room. Philip tugged the Holland blind, and the thing shot up, rattling over and over at the top until the flapping sound ceased. He lifted his hand, tracing it through the dew on the window as he listened to the soft voice crooning in the background. He'd just drawn a smiley face into the moisture as the song played on..

*Fear has no reason to doubt them *They tell me so *Yet they will never know *You are here in my life...

Jack stepped up beside him and he turned from the window to look at him. They exchanged gentle smiles as he rubbed out the face in the window, then looked up and saw the bedroom reflected behind him in the glass. Jack leaned over and kissed the soft cheek lightly, then - encouraged by the smile that received - he stepped up closer, his hands sliding across Philip's back to grip his waist as he kissed the cheek repeatedly, moving to cover the ear with light kisses before moving to rub his nose into the soft, clean hair. Philip sighed as he felt Jack tugging his top up, gliding it over his skin. Lifting his arms in the air, he let the colonel remove it completely then Jack stepped behind him, his stomach pressed against the warm back as he kissed him behind his ear gently.

*I have never known someone *To stay right here *Soon you will be right here *Someday in my life...

He turned within Jack's arms waiting while the colonel took his first, appreciative look at the slight but well built body before him. Short, dark hairs littered the pecs lightly, and an enticing trail arrowed down towards the navel Jack had tasted earlier. The colonel's brow arched slightly as he lifted his finger to touch the ring in Philip's left nipple. The younger man smiled as the colonel looked up at him then he sighed softly as Jack toyed with the silver ring, tugging it gently.

"Philip," Jack whispered. "I'm not sure how far you want to go with this.."

Blinking quickly, Philip said, in a tight voice, "As far as *you're* willing to go.."

Jack jutted his chin slightly as he remained locked in the dark eyed gaze. He pinched the stubbled covered chin between his thumb and fist, tilting the face up towards him, then he brushed his lips lightly across the dry mouth. Pulling back, he saw how Philip's mouth was parted slightly, hoping for more of a touch. Slowly the dark eyes opened and Jack brushed his thumb across the bottom lip.

"Then we're going to need some things.."

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