I turn off the alarm and, in less than a minute, I find myself on my back in a sixty-nine with Leo while Elliot fucks me.
Not the worst way to start our morning.
Unfortunately, the real world still exists. We drag ourselves out of bed and Leo sends us into the shower while he goes to make our coffee. I stand under the spray while holding Elliot, who sits on his shower bench.
“I could get used to this,” Elliot murmurs against my abs. “As much as it terrifies me.”
That’s actually progress, for him.
I massage his head. “Me, too, boy.”
He looks up at me. “Please don’t ever leave us again, Jor. I love you.”
I cup his face and kiss him. “Love you, too, El. I promise I’ll never leave again.”
We’re still standing there like that when Leo returns, carrying three coffee mugs on a small tray. He sets them on the bathroom counter before joining us in the shower. From his beaming smile, I know he’s happy watching us together like this.
He wraps his arms around us, kisses me, leans in and kisses Elliot, and sighs. “Putting you both on notice right now. The morning after Elliot’s no longer in office, I get to hog both of you, and the rest of the world can get in line behindme.”
I notice how deliberately he worded that. No mention of four or eight years.
As much as he’d be happy if Elliot withdrew from the race today, and despite knowing Elliot absolutely would withdraw if Leo demanded it, Leo would never do that to him. He loves Elliot and will do whatever he can to make the man happy.
Even at great cost to himself.
Alwaysat great cost to himself. That’s something I’ve witnessed first-hand over the years.
Leoalwaysputs himself last when it comes to us and our well-being. It’s the sign of a good Dominant, but long-term, the cost to his own soul is incalculable.
“Yes, Sir,” we say in unison.
As we take our shower and start our morning, I realize that no matter what the rest of my life brings, as long as I have these two men beside me, I can deal with anything.
And I’ll do anything for either of them.
* * * *
Over the next several weeks, we settle into some semblance of what passes for a new normal, for us. At night, when Elliot and I are in DC, Leo frequently comes over to the residence, and sometimes stays for the whole night.
Meaning I have to get creative with Elliot’s schedule. Iwantthe two of them to have time alone together.
I also spend nights here and there with Leo at his apartment, as long as I can leave early enough in the morning to return to Elliot’s, awaken him, and start his day. Keeping his routine steady means less stress on him.
I also notice he always acts a little territorial with me on the mornings after I’ve been alone with Leo. It’s adorable, but I don’t mention it to Leo, or even tell Elliot I notice he does it.
Things like he makes sure to leave at least one really dark mark on me, usually on my arm.
Something he knows Leo will see.
Ironically, he no longer intentionally leaves marks on Leo for me to see like he used to.
With this new world order, I can finally get all of us back on a schedule that allows time for a daily workout, either in the morning or evening. A half-hour of cardio, if nothing else.
Eh, cardio that’snotsex-related. Elliot has to stay in shape, after all. He’s the candidate.
With the personal shit settled and stable, it allows me and Leo to focus on working together to give all our support to Elliot. I guess I shouldn’t have worried about Leo trying to take control of Elliot from me. When it comes to the work part of Elliot’s life, Leo is hands-off, other than offering advice when I request it. He defers to me about scheduling and handling Elliot, and never tries to overrule me or play mind games with me.
Did I mention how much I love that sadist? Because I do.
