Chapter Twenty-Two
I awaken with a start sometime shortly after dawn Friday morning to find myself lying in a strange bed, staring up at a vaguely unfamiliar ceiling, and with the warm weight of a man wrapped around me like I’m a pillow.
As my pulse slows and I take a deep breath, yesterday’s events flow into my brain, chasing away my disorientation.
I know this man.
It’s Elliot.
I’m now Elliot’sSir.
I’m now the body man for the vice president of the United States.
Literally his body man.
I…own him.
Oh, fuck.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes. From the light, I’m guessing it’s not even seven yet, meaning we don’t need to think about getting up right now.
I don’t know what today will bring but I’ve got a shiny new ID badge that says I once again have full access to the White House.
Meaning a quick trip over to the EEOB for me to handle paperwork, get a new official phone and laptop, network access, and all that garbage.
Elliot and I really need to have a long, serious talk. I don’t know how I’ll cram that into his schedule, but it’s got to happen.
For starters, I prefer Leo doesn’t learn I’m back until he returns from his trip with the president. Maybe that’s the wrong call, I don’t know. For now, it feels like it’s the right one. Mostly because I’m a chickenshit, but also because I don’t think this is the best time for the two of us to get into a global screaming match when President Samuels rightfully needs Leo’s full focus on his job, and Elliot needs mine on him.
Another issue is that Elliot and I need some bonding time. Something we never really had before outside the influence of Leo’s presence in our lives. I’m hoping Elliot not being alone and having someone he can trust in his corner will help him.
I take another deep breath and try to sink back into sleep. Today will be a long, stressful day for me, reorienting myself to the pulse of DC, adjusting my disguise yet again, and settling in this new role.
I drift back to sleep at some point, where I find myself caught, for once, in a beautiful dream of me and Leo. More a memory than a dream, recalling a fantastic Sunday we spent together. A day when he didn’t have to go to work because President Samuels wasn’t leaving the White House, and our plans were to stay in bed all morning until we got hungry.
That morning, I awoke to Leo’s mouth around my cock and my Master looking up at me with a playful grin as he edged me for the better part of an hour before getting me over.
I reach down, and the fact that my hand lands on the back of a head makes my eyes pop open.
Elliot smiles up at me around my cock, which is sweetly lodged in his mouth. He once again swirls his tongue around the head of it before lightly sucking as he deep-throats me.
Okay, then.
Like fuckinghellam I going to stop him. What are you, crazy?
WWLD?
How many times did I awaken Leo exactly like this during our years together?
Countless times.
The reason I dreamed it was Leo is most likely because Elliot’s never been with a man except Leo—and now me. Just like me, most of his technique was learned from Leo’s tutelage.
And Leo’s damned good with his mouth. It makes sense if he trained me in the fine art of fellatio that he also trained Elliot.
I reach down and grab Elliot’s head, holding on as I take over and start fucking his mouth. I don’t know or care what time it is, because thiswillhappen first.
“Good boy,” I mumble, loving the way his mouth vibrates around my cock as he happily moans in response.
