Jack entered the darkened library, surprised to find the doors were still unlocked at that hour, and made his way across the large foyer. He hesitated, wondering where he'd find Philip in this place. When he called his home the answering machine answered so the colonel concluded that Philip was still at work.

Jack's shoes squeaked on the tiled floor as he tried to decide which way to go. Seeing a light on through a door to his left he headed over to it, nearly giving the gray haired woman behind the counter a heart-attack as he stepped through the door.

Holding his arms out in placation, he smiled as he said, "It's okay, I come in peace!"

Frowning slightly the older woman stepped back but looked him straight in the eye as she said, "Listen, I'm not sure what you want but I'm not alone here! The library's closed so you really ought to leave!"

Jack jutted his thumb over his shoulder as he said, "Door was open."

Her gray eyes slotted as she looked towards the door he'd just come through, then tilted her head to look at him again. "It was?"

Jack raised his brow as he nodded. "I'm in, aren't I?"

Her lips curled into a tight white line as she sighed.

"Look, I'm just here to see Philip. Do you know him? Philip Simmons?"

She adjusted her glasses as she nodded. "Of course I know Philip! It's a small library, young man!" she said with the impertinence that old age could bring with it.

Jack waited then shrugged as he cast his eyes around a little. "And he'd be..?"

"Busy."

"For crying out loud!!" He felt his patience slowly ebb away. Giving her a condescending smile he nodded as he leaned onto the table between them. "Is he here or.. not?"

The gray eyes narrowed as she looked him up and down. Tossing her head over her right shoulder she told him, "Out the back. In the "M' Section, I think."

"You think!" Jack seriously wondered if she could - the senile old biddy! He pushed himself up from the table followed her directions. As he passed her, he said, "I'd lock those doors if I were you. No knowing *who* might come in!"

The librarian gave him a sour stare. Jack smiled briefly then headed out to the darkened room through the doors she'd indicated towards. He wandered through the library, staring over its floor-to-ceiling shelving, noticing the smell of the old, musty books as it wafted around him.

He finally found 'M' section then rounded the aisle to see Philip sitting atop a huge A-frame ladder with a book across his lap.

"Phil?" He called up to him. The librarian peered around the book and saw who it was. His face split with his breath-taking smile.

"Jack!" He hastily put the book back and scurried down the ladder to the man waiting at the bottom for him. He slowed himself as he reached the ground, ever aware that they were in a public place. They smiled a moment at each other then Jack looked around, hearing the sound of shoes scuffling on the polished floor behind him. The breathless woman was standing in the archway.

"You found him then," she said.

Jack looked at Phil then back at her again. Biting an acidic response he simply said, "Yes, thank you."

"Philip, I'm going now," she said, tugging her coat on.

The young man nodded. "Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow."

She nodded then looked between the two men before turning and leaving without another word. Philip watched her go then slowly looked back at Jack, his smile growing larger as he did. Jack was about to comment but decided not to be rude about his boss. Instead he looked his lover up and down, taking in the black jeans and black v-necked top with silver detail that Philip was wearing. Then he lent back against the bookshelf as he said, "You suit 'mmm' section, actually!"

The younger man smiled shyly as he ran one hand through his hair, sending the long strands everywhere.

"You're, um, a sight for sore eyes, too," he said, unable to contain his smile as he placed one hand in a back pocket and ran the other one through his hair once more with such casual sexuality that it had Jack's breath stalling in the back of his throat. The older man's hands itched to touch him, and his heart thudded in his chest, threatening to stop his breathing if he didn't kiss the man in a second!

"Is there somewhere we could..?"

"Oh, yeah sure!" Philip nodded then jutted his chin and headed out towards the dark corridor. Jack followed him through the bowels of the library, past areas he didn't know existed within such an establishment. Most of it was store rooms for the library and the adjoining museum.

Their shoes squeaked as they rambled through the old building, up a flight of stairs and down yet another long corridor. Jack wondered if they weren't going to the janitors office or something because wherever Philip was leading him, it was deep into the building.

At the end of the hall they finally they came to a large, heavy wooden door that Philip causally opened and went inside. Jack stepped up to the entrance and hesitated as he read the name on the gold plaque screwed into the mahogany wood.

"Philip Simmons. Chief Librarian."

He was surprised that Philip was in charge of such a place - at his age!

Reaching to switch on a light, the librarian waited for Jack to come through then shut the door, turning a key in the lock without Jack's knowing it.

The colonel was too busy looking around the huge office - with all it's finery and statues, stacks and stacks of books, a worn sofa and throw rug in one corner and one very large, carved desk taking pride of place overby the far wall, to even notice that Philip had gone into an adjoining bathroom.

The only light in the office was from an old-styled, ornate, stained glass lamp on the desk which gave a weird glow in the room. Through the two tall, narrow windows the sun was setting, also adding a strange orange glow to the room. Everything was bathed in a warm light adding highlights to the wooden features and the tanned leather books that adorned each shelf.

In another corner, over by one of the tall windows was a canvas spread on the carpet. An easel stood on it, complete with a partly painted canvas. Beside the easel was a tall round table with a bucket of pencils and brushes, and a lay-figure. Jack cocked his head as he stepped over to the art work. He saw that the picture was of himself, and it was only his eyes so far that had been completed, even though there was a light sketch of all his other features.

He felt Philip hook his chin on his shoulder as the younger man stood behind him.

"Do people come in here?" The colonel asked. Philip stepped back, still wiping his hands on the towel from the bathroom then he dropped it onto the stool as he shook his head.

"No. Even *I* don't come in here!" he said, casting his eyes around the vast room then at Jack. "Only to get away from it all and sketch.." then he swung his hand towards the sofa, "Or sleep."

"Sleeping on the job? Must get you in trouble with the boss.." Jack quipped.

Philip hooked his leg over the corner of the large desk and perched his ass on the edge. He grinned as he bowed his head, scratching the side of his nose before looking up again. He sensed that Jack was impressed by him, yet again and that made him feel good. It wasn't such a feat really, he'd helped out at the local library after school for years and ended up going into College one year early to begin his Degree. With four years experience on top of his degree, the young man easily stepped into the position when it was offered to him a few months ago when the other Chief Librarian retired.

"You didn't say you were the Head Honcho here!" Jack said, sweeping his finger in a circle to indicate to the room and, in effect, the library as he stepped over to him.

"Didn't I?" Philip asked casually.

"No," Jack grinned. "I thought that old dear was your boss!"

Philip pursed his lips as he shook his head. "Nope. Jack nodded. That was obvious - now. "She and three others work here," Philip told him.

"And I thought you were general dogs body around here," Jack said, as he pressed his body between the younger man's thighs until he felt the corner of the table slot into the 'Y' of his legs and groin.

"I am. Only I get paid_ very_ well_ for_ it.." Philip said, in a voice that grew softer and softer as he watched Jack encroach upon his space and finally the lips locked together.

Hungry mouths sought one another eagerly and a soft sigh was heard from both men as they finally satisfied a longing within them. Jack's hands slid down the front of Philip's body until it reached his waist and then they slipped around to hold him. He dragged the body towards him, the denim covered butt sliding effortlessly over the highly polished table top until Philip's groin bounced off the older man's lightly. The limber young man wrapped his legs around the solid body and he reached up to encircle Jack's head in his arms as his tongue probed the willing mouth deeply.

Jack's hands slipped up the sides of the stretched body, feeling the lithe figure arch within his touch as he dipped his face even further and deepened the kiss more. Both men parted from the kiss amidst playful pecks and light bites. Jack leaned back against the limbs encasing his head now, resting his head in the nook of the arms. He ran his own hands onto the black clad shoulders then shifted them to grip the bulging arm muscles lightly. At this distance all he could see was the long ebony eyelashes, slowly blinking over shimmering pools of out of focus inky blackness.

He sighed happily as he sucked on his bottom lip then pressed his nose against the soft cheek, his breath puffing over the parted pink lips. A quiet moan escaped Philip as Jack's face tilted once more, his lips seeking the willing mouth - hungry once more to taste him and desiring the overall feeling throughout his body again. And Philip was willing. His mouth opened against the touch, already seeking the sanctity he felt whenever he kissed Jack - so fully and so completely. Lost together, the men were motionless apart from their mouths - in the simple act of giving and receiving satisfaction to quell their hunger. When they finally parted again it was Jack that sighed the loudest as he nudged at his lover's face adoringly.

"I could kiss you forever," he said on a breathy sigh. He was surprised by his candor but not embarrassed by it as he nudged and kissed the smooth jaw line repeatedly. Philip's arms finally moved from cradling Jack's head and he leaned back onto his outstretched arms, arching back over Jack's tight embrace. He smiled at his enamoured lover, seeing how dark Jack's eyes were and how flushed the cheeks had grown with desire. He pressed the palm of his hand to Jack's cheek, his fingers stretched into the short hair while his thumb brushed the thick brow delicately. The action caused Jack to close his eyes and Philip smiled to himself. Cupping the head in his hand he now tilted the face so that he could kiss his cheek lightly. The dark eyes opened slowly to look at him once more.

Jack looked at his lover, reclining onto one out- stretched arm, one leg bent so that his heel was on the desk top, the other leg disappearing over the edge of the mahogany desk edge. Jack's hands glided down the sturdy body to rest on the parted thighs and he was loving the unconcerned way Philip was sitting at that moment - the casual ease that he had which oozed sexuality and sensuality and had Jack's heart pumping hard.

"What happened?" Philip asked, his fingertips gliding over Jack's throat and tugged his collar aside slightly. He was referring to all the tiny red scratch marks on Jack's skin.

"I stumbled into a ravine," the officer said casually.

The dark eyes grew wide. "You what?" He sat up straighter, dropping his other foot over the desk edge.

"Part and parcel of my job, I'm afraid," Jack said nonchalantly. Philip's fingers touched the small scrapes once more.

"I don't think I like your job!" He said, reaching forward and kissing the throat lightly with dry lips. "It takes you away from me for a day and a half and you return all scratched up." He said quietly between kisses then pulled back and looked into the dark eyes. "You might have died!"

The colonel shrugged. "Well, yeah, actually that is true!" He looked at his worried lover, "but this was a successful mission this time. Sometimes I might not come home for days, and if I do, I have spent the odd day or two in the Infirmary before."

Rolling his eyes, Philip sighed. "And how will I know...?"

"I won't.."

"You won't.." They said together then Jack shrugged. "There's no way of letting you know. If I put you down as my Contact then questions are going to be asked!"

Pursing his lips and giving an unsatisfied snort, Philip nodded. "I know," he said, then gripped the front of Jack's top and tugged him closer. "It doesn't mean I have to like it though!"

He claimed Jack's mouth in a fiery kiss, his tongue pressing through and butting the unsuspecting one. Suddenly Jack took control of the kiss, one hand going into the long dark hair, the other on the butt and he pulled Philip against him as he sucked gently on the firm, warm tongue.

Pulling back slowly, Jack looked at the man within his arms. "Well, I've got a week off, so let's make the most of it!" He kissed the pink lips again before being pressed back.

"You might have a week off, but I still have to work!" he said, in a soft whisper. Jack looked around the room then at him.

"You're the boss. Take the week off!"

With a lop sided smile, Philip looked into the smoldering brown eyes. "If I want to remain the boss, I'd better not!"

Jack ran his hand up the front of the firm, flat body and cupped his large palm around the throat, his fingers and thumb tucked under the jaw line. He tilted his face up to him and kissed him gently. "Then do you mind if we go home?"

"Why?" Philip smirked at his impatient lover. Jack's eye narrowed playfully. With a slight head tilt, the artist said, "I've locked the door.."

Jack's eyes moved over to the door and he could see the key in the lock, a gold tassel hung from its end. His eyes looked up to the window over the door.

"What about that?"

Philip followed the gaze then chuckled to himself softly. "If Elsie can get up there.. I think she deserves to watch!"

Jack laughed then turned back to his lover. Philip watched the eyes shift to the large windows and he already knew the answer before hearing the question, "And that looks out on a football field. It's getting dark and if anyone's out there in this rain.. "

"They deserve to watch!" Jack nodded. Philip shifted as he sat up, running his hand around Jack's head and turning him back to look at him.

"Besides," his black eyes dipped from the colonel's eyes to his mouth, "If they can see at this angle at four stories up, they *really* deserve to watch!"

With a sly smile Jack started to tilt his lover back onto the desk top. "And what will they be watching?"

Philip swallowed then smiled as he scooted back on the desk top, giving Jack room to crawl up onto it with him. "One of the best asses in the world going for it!" He said, squeezing Jack's butt firmly with one hand. Jack laughed.

"Okay, so we know what you'll be doing, what about me?"

Philip laughed, his tongue lying on the tips of his bottom teeth as he looked between Jack's mouth and eyes once more. His ebony hair fell across the blotter on his desk as Jack laid him back fully. "You'll be doing me, Jack!" He said in a breathless whisper as the colonel laid on him fully and closed his mouth over the smaller one, delving his tongue deeply into the willing mouth.

The sound of soft, gentle kisses and ardent moans filled the office as they took their time in undressing each other, until they finally laid naked together on Philip's desk.

"There are no security cameras in this Library, are there?" Jack asked, looking at the dark corners of the room. Philip laughed, the vibration of it going through Jack's hand pressed onto his chest.

"No. At least, not in here!" He said, running his hand up onto Jack's shoulder and into the gray hair. The older man turned and looked down at him.

"Damn, I wanted a copy!"

Philip laughed loudly now as he stared up into the shimmering eyes above him. His body tingled as Jack's hand shifted onto his knee then slowly glided up the fuzzy leg, over the sharp hip bone, across the firm stomach and onto his chest to rest over his right nipple. Jack felt the hard thumping of Philip's heart beneath his palm. They stared into each other's eyes a long moment then the colonel bent to kiss his gorgeous lover once more.

Moaning and arching to Jack's touch, Philip gave into the sensations filing his body now as Jack's hand caressed lightly over his stomach and chest, then ambled its way towards the straining groin, gripping it in a firm hold.

"Jack," the younger man whispered softly. The colonel smiled as he looked down at the dark eyes. "Condoms.." He pointed to his top drawer.

"I'm not going to ask!" Jack said, leaning up and reaching for them.

With a smile, Philip said, "I bought them earlier. I was going to take them home tonight.. just in case you turned up!"

With a wicked grin Jack nodded. "Well, I'm up alright!'

"Oh? Really?" He teased, rocking his hip against the erection prodding his side now.

Jack shrugged then looked down at the shaft straining up from the patch of black curls. "And so are you.."

"Yeah, you noticed that, huh?"

"How can I not notice it!" Jack whispered, then crawled to the groin then he carefully capped the rolled condom over the purple tip. Holding the firm, heavy muscle in his palm, he kissed the bare shaft lightly then turned his face and kissed his way up towards the chiseled chest once more. All the while, Philip squirmed towards with touch, his thighs parting as Jack's hand slipped between the warm legs, cupping the sac gently.

Jack buried his face against the side of Philip's throat, kissing and nibbling the salty skin lightly as his hand firmly stroked the thick shaft. Philip's hands danced across the colonel's back, down to as far as he could reach where his fingers dug into the soft flesh on his lover's back. Jack pulled back and stared down at him.

"I missed you!" He whispered, brushing his free hand across the flushed cheek. "I woke up hard for you this morning!"

Philip sucked back a breath then wet his lips as his eyes fluttered shut. His whole body tingled with every stroke of Jack's hand and he felt the twitch grow in his butt as he began to reach the crest of his wave. Jack saw that and moved down to the shaft where he nudged his face against the exposed flesh, enjoying the sudden gasp from the younger man as he felt the heat of skin against skin on his sensitive shaft. Warm lips pressed the pink flesh now, and Jack's tongue traced up a vein briefly. Philip gasped once more. His hands gripped the gray head fiercely as his body tightened throughout.

"Jack!" He hissed softly and the colonel pulled back away, propping himself onto his elbow as he looked down into the inky black depths. With a smile he gripped the throbbing muscle again then after a few quick pumps, he watched as his lover's mouth gasped open, his shoulders arched off the hard wooden desk and his eyes fluttered shut while he cried out loudly, "oh.. Christ!"

The body twitched as he rode out the orgasm, gently being milked by the experienced hand until he'd stopped twitching and sank, boneless, onto the desktop. Letting the flaccid shaft fall against the black curls again, Jack left him and started to kiss across the heaving chest and onto the soft throat, feeling Philip swallow as he gained control of his breathing again. A hand gently pressed Jack away, and Philip rolled over, his feet dropping over the edge of the desk then he stood up, albeit a little shakily. The two men exchanged smiles before Philip headed into the bathroom to remove the condom and wash himself down. He was standing in the tiny room, drying himself with gentle squeezes when he felt arms engulf him from behind.

"Hello," he said with a smile as he leaned back against Jack's body and looked up at him in the mirror. The colonel tilted his head and kissed the dark cheek lightly as he rubbed his front against Philip's back. The younger man sighed and parted his legs as he felt Jack slip into position between his thighs until the sensation of Jack's curls against his butt cheeks electrified his skin again. Leaning forward onto the hand basin, he braced himself as Jack curled over him, his hands gripping the narrow waist tightly as he began thrusting between the thighs as he kissed every inch of flesh he could reach. All too soon he was grunting then crying out as he came into the sheath he was wearing.

"I'm sorry!" Jack whispered as he slowly milked himself and kissed the ear repeatedly.

"What for?" Philip asked, looking up at his lover in the mirror again. Jack's parted mouth skimmed the ear as he focussed his eyes at the reflection as well.

"Watching you walk away, I just.. I just had to .." He said, his lips brushing Philip's ear as he spoke. The warm breath sent goose-flesh down one side of the artist.

Philip's chest expanded as Jack's hand rubbed over it then the colonel dipped his face and tugged the man back against him tightly, securing his arms around him. Philip smiled at the man in the reflection then turned his head, waiting for Jack to look up so that he could capture his mouth is a soft, passionate kiss. Pulling back slightly, his lips still against Jack's, Philip suggested, "Let's go home.."

The older man nodded, then captured the mouth once more in another searing kiss.

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