Part A

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Colonel Jack O'Neill stepped up behind Philip Simmons and he smiled as he gazed at the good-looking man in the reflection in the mirror before them. After adjusting the collar of the black shirt that Phil was wearing, Jack's hands settled onto the firm but narrow shoulders of his lover as he stared into his dark eyes in the mirror.

"Agh, there's something I should tell you before   the others arrive," he said about the two men due at their house within the hour for dinner.

As they had arranged earlier at the library, Daniel Jackson and Teal'c were coming over to Jack's house for dinner. It was their first dinner as 'outed' couples and Jack had had a few things on his mind since leaving Philip at work in order to buy the groceries for dinner - especially regarding the sensitive issue of Teal'c. The Chief Librarian had only recently come home, drenched by the torrential rains, and he almost immediately stepped into the hot shower, more for a defrost than to clean up. Jack was busy preparing the dinner himself, but now that it was safely in the oven cooking for the next hour on its own, he found time to talk to his partner about their dinner guests.

"Oh?" Philip frowned as he saw the serious light in his tall lover's eyes as he tugged a sweater on over his head.

Jack dusted off unseen fluff from the black sweater as he said, "it's about Teal'c."

"Ah!" The younger man nodded, a habit he'd already picked up from Jack over the past week.

"He's got a rather .. obvious .. tattoo that you - and you're just gonna have to trust me on this one, babe - just don't ask him about it, okay?"

"Why? Where is it?" Philip turned his head to look back over his shoulder at his lover.

"On his forehead."

Philip's perfectly-arched, dark eyebrow raised high. "Forehead?"

"Yeah." Jack stepped back, giving the younger man the room to turn to face him. Again the colonel dusted off some fluff from the top, trying to stay nonchalant about the topic of conversation. "About .. here." He touched his long, tanned fingers to Phil's dark, furrowed forehead.

"So, he has this obvious tattoo in an obvious place, and I'm just meant to .. what? Ignore it? He'd expect that?"

"Uh.." Jack gave that some thought then nodded. "Yeah."

"What's it of?" Philip asked as he casually looked his lover's face over then focused on his eyes.

"A snake," Jack said with a shrug.

Phil also shrugged. "Okay. So what's wrong with that then?" He went over to the bed, sat down and tugged his socks on as he looked up at his still standing partner.

"It's more because of what it stands for," Jack explained, moving over to the bed to sit beside the smaller man.

"Which is?" Phil paused in pulling his boot on to look at Jack.

"Slavery."

The ebony brow arched once more. "Oh." He nodded slowly then continued to pull on his boot. "So, is there anything else I should know?"

"Uh," Jack said, bringing his hand to his mouth, rubbing his rough fingers over his dry lips as he thought for a moment. "Other than it's pure gold.. uh, no." He said that as casually as he possibly could. In fact, it was too casual and for that very reason it peaked Philip's interest even more.

"Wh.. what?" He stammered then laughed as he turned on the bed to look at his lover, trying to work out if Jack was being straight with him or not. "This guy has a gold tattoo on his forehead, symbolizing slavery, and I'm not meant to be interested in that? It's fascinating..."

Jack waved his hands between them as he gave a soft growl. "No, it doesn't symbolize slavery. It’s a mark 'of' slavery... that's why you shouldn't mention it."

"Of slavery?" The younger man frowned. How could he have received such a brand? Philip was pretty well read on such issues, and he'd never heard of a tribe or of any people who branded their slaves like that. Despite what he read though, the young Librarian knew that slavery, in many forms, was still practiced even in today's enlightened world.

Jack read nearly every thought that flittered behind those cimmerian eyes and he nodded as he touched his long index finger to Phil's pink lips. "Just trust me on this one, okay?" Phil stared deep into Jack's eyes then nodded. The colonel smiled and kissed the tip of the slightly upturned nose as he got up off the bed.

He knew Phil didn't like it. He hated censuring him himself, but it was better all around if the conversation was never broached at dinner. As Jack reached the bedroom door, Phil asked him, "Will I ever know what it means?"

Stopping, Jack pressed his hand on the doorframe as he looked back over his shoulder at the good looking man. "I guess that depends..."

Phil nodded, not needing further explanation. Jack meant that if they remained together a long time there was little he wouldn't share with him - but they'd have to get that far first. Philip bowed his head and tucked his black sweater into his pants before fastening the belt, highlighting his slim but well built shape. Jack found himself inhaling deeply at the sight of his well dressed paramour.

"How do I look?" Philip asked as he held his arms out to the side for inspection.

"Gorgeous!" Jack said unabashedly. The young man gave a shy smile then lowered his face before bending over to check his cuffs weren't hooked onto the tops of his boots. Jack admired the rounded rump, then marveled how someone so wonderful could have worked his way into his sad, lonely life - breathing fresh air into it just when he needed it the most. Stepping up behind him, he ran his hands up the slowly rising body as Phil straightened up again.

"Jack," the dark youth said through a soft sigh, enjoying the feel of his lover's touch. It surprised him how just one look from Jack, one simple little touch or the sound of his voice, could turn him on so quickly.

"I just want to hug you," Jack purred, wrapping his arms around his slim lover's shoulders as Philip turned towards him. The younger man nudged his face against Jack's then his lips brushed against the smooth, freshly shaven throat, his tongue licking the salty skin lightly. This felt so right for him, so - very - right. Confessing his love to Jack that afternoon in his office at work had also felt right. Stepping back, the younger man's hands slipped into Jack's as he tugged him over to the bed with him.

"Phil, we'll be cutting it kinda fine..." Jack said, giving a half-hearted glance at his watch before allowing Phil to drag him onto the bed with him.

"We've got plenty of time...." the Librarian said as he guided Jack to lie down beside him then he laid over the broad chest as he kissed the older man fiercely.

"If you insist!" Jack chuckled deeply as he tumbled Philip over, catching his wrists and holding them down onto the pillows by his head. 

"Oh, yeah! I insist!" Phil smiled and reached up as far as he could, his tongue poking out and licking Jack's parted lips. The colonel's tongue came out and they playfully licked and toyed with each other over and over until Jack finally lowered his face and sealed their mouths into another searing kiss. He felt Phil squirming beneath him, the groin already rock hard and bulging at the tight black pants. Taking the wrists he was holding, Jack held them to the headboard and Philip gripped the wooden frame tightly.

"I'd better attend to that, before you damage yourself!" The colonel purred as he moved down the body. He took his time in unfastening the silver buckle then slowly unbuttoned the jeans' fly before slipping his hands down along the legs, pushing the pants off as he went until they bunched around the booted ankles.  Returning to the groin, Jack's hands hovered over the full shaft as Phil's body arched off the bed, butting Jack's hands eagerly while his own hands flexed then gripped the hard wood as Jack's warm breath puffed over his hot groin.

"What I'd give for just -one- taste," the sitting man mumbled, more to himself than to the man squirming on the bed.

//What I'd give for you to taste me!// Philip didn't vocalize his wish though. Jack's finger followed a blue vein up the thick heavy muscle, then danced on the tip lightly.

"Jack," Phil said in a pathetic attempt to protest.

"It's okay. You're still dry and my finger's intact..." The concentrating man cupped the thick muscle as he breathed over the tip.

"Oh.. God.." The knuckles went white beneath the tanned skin. The sharp edges of the wood bit into his soft palms cruelly, but Philip didn't notice as Jack bent and blew a soft breath over the sensitive head once more.

With a groan of protest, Jack threw himself stomach first onto the bed, reaching across for the side cupboard. Philip saw what could be described as disappointment in the paler brown eyes.

"I'm sorry, hun.." he said, releasing the bed head and cupping Jack's face with his hand. The colonel turned and kissed the palm, his eyes remaining locked with Philip's.

"It's not your fault..." He said seriously. The librarian stared at him a long moment then nodded.

"If you say so.."

"Phil.. I'd rather be with you and these restrictions - than be without  you. I thought we established that today, in your office."

"I hate having to deprive you, Jack," he said, reaching up onto his elbows and resting there while he watched Jack lower his face and shrug.

"I'd rather be deprived of parts of your body, than of you - of your mind, your smile, your eyes.... of this!" He ran his hand down the firm, etched body hidden beneath the layers of clothing, over the hairy trail then gripped the hard shaft once more. Turning his head, he kissed up the underside of the thick, twitching muscle - listening to the loud moans from his vocal lover. His hands tore the wrapper of the condom and, with practiced ease, he slipped it on over the purple tip like a cap, leaving the stem free to be tasted. His tongue wrapped around the tangy flesh, his lips slipped along the silken skin harmonica style, and employing his hand to assist, he slowly worked his fidgeting lover into a frenzy.

Moments before he knew he would explode, Jack gripped Phil's arm and tugged him to his knees, turning him away from him - the dazed man scrambled to his knees awkwardly, his legs still bound together by the pants around his ankles. He allowed Jack to pull and push him where-ever he chose for him to go. The colonel released his fly and shucked his pants past his own rounded butt then kicked them off altogether in case they should get in the way of Phil's bound legs.  Moving back into position, he tucked his own long hard shaft between the backs of the soft, fuzzy thighs of the Librarian's.

With a loud sigh, the younger man rolled his head back, whispering to Jack for a kiss. The colonel obliged willingly as he kept his own rhythm of thrusting between the tight, dark thighs and slipping his hand along the wide shaft jutting from his lover. Phil moaned within the kiss, capturing Jack's tongue in his mouth and sucking on it, clearly an example of what he would like to do to Jack. His moans were firm indications that he was getting closer and closer, then he started to softly growl into Jack's mouth. Jack's hand slipped up and tugged the sheath off the tip and Phil went to object but Jack silenced him with his tongue - deeply shoved to the back of his mouth. Phil gagged in a good way, small whimpers escaping him and he took Jack's tongue to suck it again. The colonel's hand slipped up over the head, including it now in the incredible massage and he could feel the slickness in his hand, the viscous liquid between his fingers, aiding in the effortless glide along the silken shaft. Soon he felt Phil shudder then another gag followed by a long, deep groan as warm, white fluid squirted out of the purple tip, flying through the air and landing onto the bed quilt. They continued to kiss, slowing it down as the younger man began to shudder and sigh as Jack swiped his wet hand on the bed clothes, removing all traces of come from his fingers. Philip turned, still on his knees, and then he pressed Jack back, moving to kneel beside him.

"Thank you, that was incredible..." he said, his heart still thudding in his chest.

Jack smiled. "Not like I didn't enjoy it too!"

The dark face smiled then he tucked some hair behind his ear as he said, "I can make you feel incredible! Let me..." He gripped Jack's cock and then breathed over it, dropping his head quite close to the red tip.

"No..." Jack said firmly as he pushed on one of Phil's shoulders, moving him away.

"Your tongue's been in my mouth, hun! What's the difference between that muscle and this..?" He ran his curled finger along the back of the twitching stem.

Jack stared up into the cimmerian eyes. "You are so, so tempting..." he said shaking his head slowly. Phil smiled. 

"Then let me tempt you!" He swiped his tongue over the tip and immediately felt the twitch. He opened his mouth - his heart still pounding in his throat in anticipation - but he was sorely disappointed when Jack pushed him away, gently, again.

"Use your hand, I'll enjoy that more..."

Disappointment filled the black eyes. "Jack..." He protested. "Live a little..."

"Your hand, babe!" Jack said, wrapping the fingers around his own shaft tightly, then laid back as he felt Philip take over - slowly and skillfully working him up to a climax.  Jack shook then shuddered as his release flew from him, across the bed and onto the covers, before  he groaned contentedly, then laid back down, his eyes closing over slowly. Phil looked at him, seeing the closed eyes, then he reached down, scooped up some of the creamy liquid off the cover and sucked his fingers into his mouth, finally tasting Jack. He eased himself off the bed, grabbing his pants back around his waist with one hand, then shuffled his way to the door of the bathroom.

"I saw that, by the way," Jack mumbled, lifting his arm to rest across his face.

Philip stopped at the doorway and twisted to look at Jack. "Next time.. it's for real!" The sleepy man lifted his head and shoulders off the bed and looked at the determined face. "For real, Jack. You need to let go, and   live  a little!"

With that, Philip stepped into the bathroom, leaving the tired man to rest back and ponder that thought. He'd have to do a bit more research into it, but Jack was sure Philip was right. Closing his eyes, he immersed himself into the warm, light sensation of his afterglow.

"Jack.." The voice called through the open bathroom door. "Hun, don't fall asleep..."

"No.." Jack murmured quietly, listening to the sounds of the shower in the next room. His head rolled to the side and he looked out at the darkening skies through the window as he contemplated the 'promise' Philip had given him.

To Be Continued....

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