Milo immediately thought of pounding his mysterious silver fox, and his dick twitched.
“It’s not just that,” said Kieran. “He’s the only one who actually answers questions properly, and doesn’t spout off a load of spin and bullshit.”
“They do that from all sides,” said Milo.
“And there are rumours he might be closeted. Might have thought he would have said something more pointed about Hargreaves, though, if he’s one of us.”
“What are these rumours?” asked Milo, mainly to avoid Kieran going into a rant about politicians who were silent on an issue being worse than those who were against it.
“He’s in his forties, unmarried, never been connected to a woman in the ten years he’s been a politician.”
“Isn’t that a bit of a stereotype? Why can’t a straight man still be single in his forties and be focussed on his career?”
“Stereotypes don’t apply to straight people.”
“What?” said Milo, incredulous.
Kieran laughed. “I’m just fucking with you. I’d rather chop my dick off than stick it in any politician, no matter how good looking they are.”
“I don’t think you stick your dickinanything, dear, or are we forgetting the Latvian?” said Liam.
“I’m vers.”
“Yeah, aren’t we all.”
Milo couldn’t help laughing.
“My point still stands. I’d rather sleep with a serial killer than with any of this current lot. Don’t you agree?”
He looked at them all pointedly. In truth, Milo didn’t want to sleep with either. Both would have their complications including judgement from his friends. He’d just stick to his silver fox if he could see him again– or rather, meet him again.
Kieran was still rambling on about how sleeping with certain politicians was a crime against the gay community, and Milo didn’t dare interrupt when he was in full flow. Whether Kieran had been joking earlier, there was one thing Milo agreed with him on: Edward Chivington was hot.
CHAPTER 6
EDWARD
It had been almost two weeks since the best fuck of his life at The Back Room, and he’d lost count of the number of times he’d written out a message to his twink only to delete it again. Why Edward thought of him ashistwink, he wasn’t sure. The guy could have fucked loads of people since their encounter. Edward didn’t like to think about that, or delve too deep into why the idea of it bothered him so much. The guy had said he was up for doing it again, and the only thing he could say would be yes or no if Edward messaged him, so why hadn’t he done it yet?
The one thing he definitely shouldn’t be doing was thinking about the best fuck of his life in the middle of Prime Minister’s Questions. He was sitting to the right of the PM, so the cameras had a full view of his crotch. Not that the BBC would zoom in on something like that, but those thirsty gays online would. It had been both mortifying and oddly flattering when Derek had shown him the online forum that talked about how hot Edward was. The AI-generated images of him naked were disturbing, although some weren’t far off what his body looked like. Derek had commented that it was hilarious how in every image, Edward had been the onerailing the twink. Edward had politely told his best friend to fuck off.
There was no drama this week. Hargreaves hadn’t even shown up, although Edward had heard he’d submitted a question, but the speaker hadn’t chosen him. Edward couldn’t wait to get out of the chamber. Thankfully nothing important was going on that required him to stay in the Commons for the rest of the day, and he could catch up on his work at home.
As he approached his office, he groaned internally. Hargreaves was waiting for him.
“What do you want, William?”
“I think this would be best discussed in private, Edward.”
He walked past him into his office, knowing William would follow him, which he did and closed the door.
“Okay, you’ve got me, but make it quick. I need to be somewhere.”
“What’s the threshold going to be from the parliamentary party?”
Edward sighed. Hargreaves was referring to the leadership contest when the PM announced her departure. To get on the ballot, you needed to reach a certain threshold of signatures from your fellow MPs. If Hargreaves didn’t make that threshold, he would never get onto the member ballot, which was his only shot of winning.
“Nothing’s been announced yet, William.”
