But not for the emotional aspects.
On my knees in front of Jordan is as much of a religious experience as I get. Far more beneficial to my soul, far as I’m concerned. The physical domination Leo gives me that Jordan can’t is only one aspect of our dynamic.
What gets me through every day is the mental and emotional release Jordan provides.
“Give it to me, baby,” I whisper, savoring his soft, gasping, needy whimper in return.
Yeah, I take every opportunity I can to get Jordan off, even if I know there’s no relief in it for me at the time.
I enjoy knowing it’smehe’s finding pleasure with.
More than a few times I’ve evilly sucked one out of him right before sending him to Leo. The good thing is Jordan’s younger than us and still at an age where he can nearly always get it up again fairly quickly.
This morning I take my time because I know there will be no peace for me, win or lose, before tomorrow morning. Probably won’t be much sleep either unless I can steal a few catnaps here and there while in transit. Jordan will look out for me in that way, too, protectively putting his foot down when he sees I’m close to collapse and keeping people away from me when I need a few moments to myself to patch over the cracks in my façade.
Part of me wants to stay in this bed with him forever and abdicate my responsibilities to Ciro if I win. I can—
The creak of the bed startles me out of what sadly turns out to be nothing more than a vivid dream. So vivid that my cock’s hard and aching and complaining that it’s not buried inside Jordan’s ass.
In the darkness I sense rather than see Jordan’s form before his warm hand cups my cheek. “Sorry, boy,” he softly says. “I was trying to give you a few more minutes to sleep.”
Sleep.
Ididfucking sleep, finally.
I did not, however, get laid. I softly groan and close my eyes as my head falls back on my pillow. That’s when I hear Jordan snap on the lamp on his side of the bed and behind my eyelids I sense the sudden, intrusive light.
“What time is it?” I grumble.
“Almost 5:30.”
I groan again. “Fuck.”
Then Jordan chuckles.
“What’s so funny, Sir?”
Next to me, the mattress dips and he presses his lips to mine. “I guess I know what kind of dream I woke you from.” His fingers brush my cock through the covers.
Yeah, he can’t miss that. “Remind me why I’m an idiot and ran for office?”
He kisses me again, taking his time until I open my eyes and find him staring into mine.
“Because you’re the best man for the job, boy. That’s why.” There’s no gentle teasing, no humor in his tone. He’s completely serious in this moment. “Because your country needs you and your leadership now more than ever.”
That Jordan believes in me means a lot. He is no yes-man. He calls me on my bullshit—professionally, anyway—and is my reliable gut-check.
“Keep reminding me of that, please?”
He nuzzles my nose with his. “Absolutely.”
CHAPTEREIGHT
An hourlater we’ve boardedAir Force Twoto fly to Nebraska so I can cast my vote. It’s not an ideal optic for a presidential candidate to vote absentee his first time running, even if a presidential political campaign is a perfectly legitimate reason to do so and I wouldn’t have been the first to utilize it. Technically, my permanent residence is listed as my parents’ address in Nebraska, and has been ever since I was sworn in as VP eight years ago.
That’s because I don’t have a home of my own. I’m inhabiting Number One Observatory Circle for the duration of my tenure as vice president but it’s my temporary work residence, not my “home.”
I rented a small apartment in DC while I served in the House. To save money I stayed in the back of my office in Nebraska when I had to travel there. I paid rent so there weren’t any conflicts. Before that, I rented a small studio apartment while I was serving in the Unicameral.
