"Philip!" Jack called out to his lover, his head befuddled as to where he was right now. "Philip!"

"Jack?"

"Phil!!" Jack mumbled.

"Jack!" The colonel felt his body shake and slowly his eyes opened. He took a moment to focus onto Philip's face. "Jack?"

The officer sat up in his bed and looked around. "Oh.. god!" he rubbed his face, when he realized it had been a dream.

"You okay? You'd better hurry, if we're going to make the dinner reservations!" Philip said, tucking his shirt into his black pants and fastening the belt.

"Huh?' Jack still felt disorientated, his body shaking and feeling high from the orgasm yet he was rock solid still.

"Dreaming of me?" Philip smiled as he pointed to Jack's erection.

"Ah, kinda..." the colonel said, getting up off the bed carefully. "I'm going to shower.."

"Good. We have to be there by 8..."

From the bathroom Jack popped his head back into the room. "8? I thought they were coming here?"

Philip frowned at him. "You *have* been asleep, haven't you?"

With an arch of his brow, Jack shrugged.

"I burnt the dinner so I called Daniel and asked if we could meet at Lumiere's instead."

"When?"

"At 8!"

"No, when did this happen?"

"About ten minutes ago! Jack, I told you not to fall asleep! Look at you! You're disorientated!" He said, clearly annoyed that his lover had drifted off and was now so confused. He was right, too. Jack was shaking from the dream so as he eased his body under the spray, he cupped his hand on his still firm erection. Philip appeared at the door to the shower, naked once more.

"Want help with that?" He asked, touching the rigid muscle. Jack nodded, and smiled as his gorgeous lover stepped into the shower with him. They kissed passionately, then Phil sank to his knees and engulfed the tight tip.

"Oh, man!" He murmured as he pulled back and ran his face all over the red, slick muscle. "You are ready to explode! Must have been some fantastic dream!"

Jack shuddered. //No, not really!// He thought to himself. He looked down and watched as Phil's mouth closed over him once more. He moaned as he gripped the wet head and gently thrust into the warm mouth. Philip pulled back again, gathering warm water into his mouth then going down on Jack once more.

The colonel moaned and thrust again, this time deeper into the younger man's throat. Philip began to moan gently too, running his parted lips all over the shaft now, then capturing the tip once more. As he sucked it deep into his mouth the tip reached the back of his throat, then he slipped it out, feeling the ridge of the helmet against his lips, then in once more then back to the ridge. Jack shuddered violently, his whole body shaking as he squirted down the back of his lover's throat.

"Oh god!" he moaned tiredly as he slid down the wet tiles. Philip smiled as he watched his boneless lover pool at the bottom of the shower. Rinsing his mouth in water, he spat out the remnants of the come and then turned to look down at the dopey man at his feet.

"Um, you do know what you just let me do.. don't you?" Philip laughed in triumph.

"I let you give me the biggest, best damn squirt I've ever had!" Jack murmured.

Phil laughed once more. "Well, romantically put.. but thanks!"

The colonel laughed and opened one eye. "Ouch!" he said seeing the engorged shaft above him.

"Well, yeah. The whole thing kinda got me off too!" Philip said. Jack scrambled to sit up straighter then he placed his fist around the dark rod.

"You know how gorgeous this thing is?" Jack murmured, his hand pumping it slowly as he kissed the wet thigh, sucking in the dark hairs and toying at them with his tongue.

"Just be careful where you point that thing when the time comes!" Phil said, caressing Jack's head with one hand. The brown eyes looked up at him.

"I know, baby!" he said. Philip smiled and ran his fingers through the short, gray hair again. Jack rose to his feet once more and smiled as Philip turned his back to him, splaying his arms out against the cold tiled walls, surrendering himself to the touch of his lover.

Jack's hand slipped down the slick, muscular back. The skin, rosier than normal under the hot spray, looked golden and tanned. The hairs on the forearms looked darker than normal now that they were wet. Jack slid his hands down the raised arms, over the bulges of biceps and onto the shoulders, following the natural 'Y' shape of his lover. The spine, indented by strong back muscles, was straight and Jack's hands followed it down, into the curve of the waist and over the rise of the soft, dark cheeks. The skin quivered lightly under his touch and Jack placed a kiss onto the tip of the spine, through the water-parted long, black hair. As he reached forward to make the kiss, his wet groin, flaccid now and extremely sensitive, brushed the ass before him. The inhale of air encouraged him to lean against the warm body, forcing the front of Philip against the cold green tiles. Jack nailed him to the wall with his groin while his hands slipped up the long arms once more, his fingers eventually entwining with Philip's hands against the wall. Murmuring sweet nothings into the trembling Librarian's ear, Jack began to rub his body against the one pinned to the wall, hearing the sounds of Philip's guttural groans of enjoyment. The colonel's hands looked so large as they cupped the smaller man's body around the ribcage. Turning him slowly, their eyes met and both were smiling as Philip lowered his arms around Jack's neck.

"You are unbelievable!" The younger man purred lustfully as he hitched his body closer to Jack's.

"In what way?" Jack asked through a shit-eating grin as he gently rocked their bodies together.

"You never tire!"

"Of you?" He stepped back and looked down the slick body then up into the cimmerian eyes. "Of this?" He held his hands out to indicate to the young man's body. "No." He gripped him at the rise of his butt and tugged him close once more.

Jack claimed the mouth in a hungry kiss, tasting himself for the first time on Philip's tongue. It made his head spin. His hands couldn't touch the body enough, his hips couldn't grind them hard enough. Philip was groaning with pleasure now, his hard shaft trapped between their gyrating bodies as tongues volleyed for supremacy within their mouths.

Jack broke the kiss first, leaving his lover gasping for air. After running his face under the cooling water, the colonel started to kiss Philip's throat, then along his shoulders. He squatted as he lowered to reach the chest, sucking water off the hairs then nibbling hungrily at an erect nipple.

"Jack," Phil panted, "I need to turn around..."

"No!" Jack said, kneeling to suck the soft pelt where it thinned into a trail that led to Phil's navel. Unwittingly, Jack's own chest hairs rubbed the librarian's engorged tip, exciting him more.

"Ja..." He hissed as Jack's tongue explored his perfectly round navel, toying with the folds within. Phhil felt his stomach start to flutter and tried to twist away, but Jack's hands held him firm while he lost himself along the trail once more. Burying his face into the wiry pubic hair, the older man rubbed his chin and nose into the bushy groin as his cheek rubbed the solid stem. Jack pulled back, and his eyes were fixated on the brown shaft - not pink like his and not dark like Teal'c's was in the shower. Right now, with blood engorging it hard, it was dark and shiny from the water. Veins ran along under the skin, making bumps and grooves that Jack would have loved to trace with his tongue. Soon the colonel felt his lover start to tremble and he knew it wouldn't be long - he'd let him turn around soon!

As if mesmerized by the glistening shaft in his hand, Jack watched as his own hand moved up and down its length, like a well oiled piston. He looked up to see the head thrown back, one of Phil's hands reached out to grip the top of the glass door as his stomach sucked in with his ragged breathing. Jack's free hand slipped around the wet body and he buried his face into the thick, spongy pubic hair again.

"Baby...!" He hissed, the hand he was using to pump the rigid shaft brushed his cheek lightly as it continued to drive Philip to the edge. He felt his lover's fingers in his hair and looked up. The face above beamed with a loving smile. Jack inhaled deeply, turning his face slightly to kiss the solid muscle. Philip groaned as he watched Jack's lips on his shaft. As much as it shouldn't, it did turn him on to have Jack *that* close to him and that hungry for him.

The fingers dug into the scalp as Jack repeatedly kissed the base of the shaft, keeping his lips from the pistoning hand. When Jack scraped his teeth lightly across the top surface of the cock, Philip screamed out like he'd never before - something between a gasp of pleasure and a cry of fear. Jack was too close! *He* was too close!!

Lips suckled the side of the tanned muscle once more and nipped it, earning himself another lustful groan, then Jack went back to kissing the base. Growing weaker, Philip stumbled backwards, his cock slipping from Jack's fist unintentionally, and just as unintentionally, the tip brushed past the colonel's lips. The tang Jack tasted was enough of a warning to get the hell out of there, but with fingers still buried in his head, and the split-second timing of the tip passing the mouth at the same time that Philip came, there wasn't a lot either of them could do! With an automatic thrust, started before Philip realized the danger, the shaft pressed right to the back of Jack's throat.

"Oh GOD!" Philip cried out as he came into his lover's mouth -realizing with horror what that meant. "Oh.. god!" He sobbed as he shuddered, his arms locking in fear and keeping Jack's head exactly where it was, which only compounded the problem as his juices flowed down Jack's throat. The colonel's hands gripped the front of the thighs and he pushed back roughly, the back of his hand swiping across his mouth as he threw himself into the corner of the shower cubicle.

Sobbing, Philip slipped down the green tiled wall, sinking and curling into a ball as he buried his face into his hands and cried. Jack slumped back against the cold, cold tiles, too stunned to comprehend what had just happened.

Suddenly Philip looked at him, his eyes red and watery, his nose flaring with anger.

"How could you, Jack!" He said, a lot less angrily than Jack thought he would under the circumstance.

"I.. I.." Suddenly he said, "This isn't.. real!! It's a dream!"

Philip gritted his teeth as he kicked him as hard as he could. "Was that a dream too, Jack!" He yelled. The colonel winced with pain as the foot struck him over and over on the arm and thigh.

"Stop it!" Jack screamed at him.

"NO! How could you!" Philip said, his eyes flaring with anger.

"It's okay..." Jack said weakly.

"It's not! How could you!.. Jack!"

"It's okay..."

"Jack!"

"We'll get through this!" Jack reassured him, his mind going blank once more.

"Well, it MIGHT help if you got that gorgeous ass of yours out of bed then!"

Jack's eyes opened abruptly again, then he sat up with a loud rush of expelled air.

"Oh GOD!" He moaned as he looked around the room, then at Philip, who was sitting beside him, fully dressed and wearing a drop-dead gorgeous smile.

"Seriously Jack, how could you?" Philip repeated a little annoyed that he'd come back into the room and found his lover asleep, with less than twenty minutes before their guests arrived. Getting up and going over to the full length mirror he looked back at Jack in the reflection. "Your friends will be here soon, and I told you not to fall asleep again!" He unfastened his belt so that he could tuck his black v-neck sweater into his jeans then he re-tightened his belt again. Jack felt an eerie sense of Deja' Vu. It was reminding him of one of his favorite movies - Ground hog Day.

"Jack?"

"What day is it?" The groggy man asked, his voice catching in his dry throat. Philip turned to face him.

"Sunday."

Jack's heart, lodged firmly in his throat, was beating erratically.

"Danny's coming over for dinner?" Jack asked quietly.

Philip nodded as he tilted his head. "Yes." Moving over to the light switch, Philip was a little surprised by Jack's appearance when the over head light came on. The colonel's face was pallid and sweaty, his lips drained of color, his whole body trembling.

"Hey," he said in a soft voce as he sat beside his lover on the bed. Gathering up the blanket, he wrapped Jack's naked body in it, and hugged him close. "That must have been some hell of a dream!"

Jack tried to wet his chronically dry mouth. "I feel sick," he mumbled. Philip got up and went to the bathroom, returning with a glass of water. He watched Jack's hand shake slightly as he gulped the cold water down. Brushing his palm over the tepid forehead, Philip lowered his view to look into red-rimmed eyes.

"Will you do me a favor?" Jack asked, handing Philip the empty glass.

"Anything!"

"Will you hit me?"

Philip frowned. "Hit you? Why?"

"I need *this* to be real!" Jack said weakly, giving in to the cuddle from his lover.

"I'm not going to hit you Jack," Philip said, surprised by the odd request. "Besides, if I hit you and this *was* a dream, it's hardly going to wake you up, is it?" He said, reaching around to put the glass down behind him. Jack almost expected him to have a hideous face when he turned back around, but all that faced him were concerned brown eyes. Lifting his hand, Philip touched Jack's damp cheek.

"How long have we been together?" Jack asked.

"Well, now you're scaring me!" Philip tried to smile, but lost it when he saw the seriousness in Jack's eyes. "A week."

The colonel's eyes closed slowly. "A week..."

"Jack?"

The eyes opened once more. Cupping his hand to the soft face, Jack said, earnestly, "I've got to ask you something and I don't want you getting upset..."

Wetting his lips slowly, Philip shrugged.

"Have you and Daniel ever had sex?"

Totally flabbergasted by the strange question, Phil inched back from Jack slightly. "Sorry?!"

"It was the dream I had..." Jack tried to explain.

"That Danny and I were having sex..?" Philip said with disdain.

"No, that you *had* had it.. in the past.."

Philips brow arched as he looked down.

"..And then we..."

"We?" The dark face shot up once more and he stared at Jack.

"Well, not *we*, so much," Jack muttered more to himself, "more like me and Daniel and..."

"You and Daniel?" Philip backed up even further from the rambling man. Jack looked at him.

"No! You and me and me and Danny and Danny and Teal'c...." Jack didn't seem to understand why Philip wasn't following this.

"Oh?" The dark brow arched high. "What were *we* all doing? The Conga?"

Jack looked around the room then back at his annoyed lover, sensing that 'this' was real life! 'Peachy!' Getting up, he made his way to the bathroom as he mumbled, "What do they say? Dreams are your worst fears...."

// Or your fantasy// Philip thought to himself as he closed his eyes slowly. Shades of John came creeping up his spine, long talons of coldness started to grip his heart. He woke from staring at the bathroom when he heard the toilet flush.

Jack re-entered the room. "I know what you're thinking," he said, a towel draped around his waist. Philip blinked quickly then sucked in a deep sigh.

"That it was a fantasy, but believe me," Jack said, visibly shuddering, "that was *no* fantasy!" He ignored the part of his brain that still felt warmed by the interaction with Daniel. It had to be ignored, or else he and Philip were doomed. He occupied himself with the making of his bed while Philip stood on the other side, helping him.

"Then why? What made you...?"

Jack paused and straightened up, his dog tags nestling against his gray chest hairs once more. "You asked me to."

"Oh, I doubt that *very* much!" Philip didn't even try to hide his scorn.

"Well, in the dream, you and Daniel had been .." Jack paused when he saw Philip screw up his nose slightly.

"Me and Danny?" The younger man asked again, finding the idea absurd.

Jack decided, on the strength of that reaction alone, to not even mention the part about the threesomes with Graham. He watched in silence as Phil fluffed the pillows and put them into place at the head of the bed.

"I'm sorry," Jack said, after a silence that went on for too long between them. "I had to ask. I had to be blunt. I needed to see how you'd react.."

Philip frowned, as if unable to comprehend that reasoning. "Why?" He asked, recalling a similar fight with John, who told him that he was glad Philip had walked in on them, discovering them because he *needed* to know... "How.. how was I supposed to act, Jack?" He asked, tilting his face and lowering his voice.

Jack saw the hurt in his lover's eyes. "Like you did, I guess," he said, moving to the end of the bed. "Angry, jealous..." He gave a shrug.

Philip's stomach knotted. It was almost the same kind of reasoning John had. That if Philip didn't get angry - then he never really loved him anyway, so what harm was there in having a lover? The librarian stared at Jack while his thoughts raced through his head. After a few long moments, he turned, shaking his head before heading out of the bedroom. Jack watched him go then sighed heavily, realizing for the first time, how lame a reason that must have seemed.