He takes a deep, cleansing breath and slowly lets it out. “If you’ll carry the dishes to the kitchen, Sir, I’ll wash them. Or, I can put Duck back on and do it.”
I reach over and stroke his hair. “Thank you, boy. I’ll take them to the kitchen. Don’t put Duck on until just before we’re ready to head upstairs.”
Elliot looks into my eyes and smiles. “Yes, Sir.”
Another of thosezingsbounces through me as our gazes lock. Fuck me, am I in love with him already? Or was I always this crazy about him, and now I’m finally feeling like it’s reciprocated?
That’s nothing I need to sort out tonight.
We shower together, then snuggle in bed while he reads and I watch TV. Back to feeling surreal. Two naked subby guys with glasses, one sitting up and watching TV with the other leaning against him and reading briefing material in a binder.
Oh, and the one with the briefing material is the vice president of the United States.
Yeah, I wouldn’t believe it, either, if it wasn’t my life.
Once he’s earned his reward, because I don’t want to keep us up too late tonight, I let him climb facedown across my lap for a quick spanking with a dense silicone spatula I found in the kitchen. Saves my hand and lets me smack him harder and longer, without as much effort.
He’s happy with it.
Then I roll him onto his back, climb on him, and we sixty-nine.
I’m not ready to start withholding orgasms from him. If he gets too cranky with me on the campaign trail, I might use that for behavior modification. Tease and denial.
For now, I want to enjoy this, and him.
One last check of the burner after Elliot’s already softly snoring shows that Leo still hasn’t responded.
Goddammit.
He wants to play that game, he won’t like the outcome. It’ll hurt like hell, but I’ll keep Elliot away from him, if I have to. Including ordering Elliot to discontinue that routine with Leo.
Maybe this is what Leo really wants, for both of us to walk away so he doesn’t have to do the dirty work of asking us to go.
If that’s the case?
He’d better be careful what he wishes for.
