Chapter Fifty-Seven
November — Election Day
Well, here we are.
Election Day.
The morning dawns cold and clear in DC. There shouldn’t be too many weather issues to impact polling, although it looks like rain in much of the Northeast.
A win today is far from guaranteed, even if it looks relatively certain. I voted absentee because I knew we’d be up and moving too early for me to make it to the polls, because Elliot has to fly to Nebraska and vote. Ciro and his wife will vote in California as soon as the polls open, and then fly to DC to await the results here with Elliot.
Before we leave our bedroom that morning, I stand there, holding Elliot’s hands in mine. “I’m not walking away, no matter what happens today. Win or lose. Understand?”
He smiles, but it hurts my heart how exhausted he looks. “Yes, Sir.”
“When you look at me, this means I’m thinking about you.” I reach up and touch my daith piercing. This is something we’ve been doing, but I like to remind him of it. It helps ground and center him.
He pulls me in and kisses me, then reaches up and touches his own daith. “I love you. Thank you for coming back.”
“I love you, too. Thank you for coming after me. Now, let’s go win you an election.”
The morning passes in a blur while we’re onAir Force Two, both going to Nebraska and during our return. I keep myself to the fringes of whatever group of people surrounds Elliot at any given time, usually campaign advisors or press. I’m always in his field of vision, and countless times I reach up and touch my daith, and he responds, usually with the flash of a smile I know is just for me.
The day is so busy, and Elliot is perpetually surrounded by so many members of the media, that I’m ashamed to admit I barely have time to think about Leo. It’s not until we’re safely ensconced in the private suite at the hotel that I can get Elliot alone for a minute, locked in the bedroom.
I grab his head and kiss him. For a moment, the world blissfully…stops.
“Did I fuck up doing this?” he hoarsely asks. He’s barely hanging on now.
“No, buddy. You’re amazing, and I love you. You’re going to be afantasticpresident. I promise Leo and I won’t let you fail.Ever.”
He nods, takes a deep breath, and then we rejoin everyone in the suite.
It goes to show I was right to take Grace out. Elliot has flashes of internal strength, like his confession about bringing me back.
Fear, however, still floods his mental basement, periodically rising to dangerous levels within him, like it is now. His public persona might not reveal that, but Leo and I can clearly see it.
Leo joins us around five o’clock. Casey and I cover for him and Elliot while they step inside the suite’s bedroom and close the door.
A surge of jealousy rolls through me, but I swallow it back.
Because I’m no longer sure, exactly, where that jealousy comes from. I don’t know if it’s because I want Leo to myself, I want Elliot to myself, or I want both of them and I’m irate that I don’t get to be in the middle.
Elliot’s not the only territorial pet in this triad, I suppose.
They emerge fifteen minutes later, Leo with his hand cupping the nape of Elliot’s neck, and Elliot’s lips looking a little puffy.
Leo also looks like he just shot his wad. I’d know that satisfied smirk anywhere. I should—I’ve been the cause of it countless times over the last eight years.
I can almost taste it in my own mouth, his salty tang. If I walked up to Elliot right now and kissed him, I’m sure I’d taste it on him.
Unfortunately, doing that would also scandalize nearly everyone else in the suite, and we can’t do that.
Elliot glances at Leo. They exchange a knowing smile, Elliot’s gaze almost bashfully dropping before Leo releases him and walks away to speak with someone. Elliot’s gaze meets mine and he freezes before slowly, deliberately reaching up and stroking his daith.
A shiver ripples through me, because the gaze he’s giving me isn’t my boy, or Leo’s pet who’s now digesting a bellyful of our Dom’s cum.
It’s the fierce gaze of our future president, and a man who knows damned well that all he has to do is glance at the floor and I’d gladly drop to my knees for him right now.
