Jamie smiled, slipping his thumb between Kyle’s lips to stroke his tongue. Kyle gently bit down before sucking on it.
“I always want your mouth, but I have to work,” Jamie reminded him. “Come here.”
Jamie rotated his wrist, wrapping the tie around his hand and pulling at it to guide Kyle forward. Kyle’s shoulders pressed against Jamie’s thighs as he dipped his head, mouth opening in anticipation. The tip of Jamie’s cock touched his tongue, sliding over it to fill his mouth. Kyle eagerly swallowed him down to the root, Jamie’s groan a near-silent sound that Kyle felt more than heard.
When he tried to pull back, more than ready to suck Jamie off, Jamie gripped him by the hair and held him there. Kyle whimpered, the sound muffled by the cock stuffed down his throat. Jamie stroked his hand through Kyle’s hair a couple of times before getting a good grip.
“Look at me.” Kyle stared up at Jamie through his lashes, swallowing a little around the cock in his mouth. Jamie hissed a little, the fingers in his hair tightening. “Hands behind your back.”
Kyle let go of Jamie’s calves and put his hands behind his back, fingers wrapping around his wrists. The motion pulled his shoulders back a little, and he shifted his weight on his knees. The floor beneath him wasn’t comfortable, but he didn’t mind the unyielding hardness.
Jamie pulled Kyle off his cock, just far enough that he was no longer choking on it. The thick weight of Jamie’s cock rested on his tongue, the tip pressing against the back of his throat. Holding Jamie like this was always so intimate.
“I want you to stay just like this,” Jamie said, looking down at him with eyes darkened by lust. “On your knees, with my cock in your mouth, keeping me warm while I work.”
Kyle moaned, eyes fluttering shut as Jamie let go of his hair. He felt the shift in Jamie’s body as his cock slid further into his mouth for a couple of seconds while Jamie got comfortable in the chair. Kyle readjusted position, drawing back a fraction of an inch so that Jamie’s cock wasn’t choking him, merely filling his mouth.
Silk brushed against his cheek, and Kyle cracked open his eyes. Out of the corner of his eye he watched Jamie lay the tie over his thigh to free up his hands. Kyle closed his eyes again, listening as Jamie accessed his terminal and got to work. He swallowed a little against the cock in his mouth, tongue pressing up against the gradually hardening heat. As much as he wanted to draw Jamie deeper into his mouth, Kyle remained exactly where he was, keeping Jamie warm.
Time seemed to come to a standstill as Kyle sank into a hazy headspace. His breathing settled into a slow rhythm, interrupted only when he couldn’t help but suck gently at Jamie’s cock from time to time. The taste and musky scent of him filled Kyle’s mouth and nose, saturating his senses. He was so focused on Jamie that Kyle barely noticed the cool air against his body that hardened his nipples to small peaks, or the way his own cock grew heavier with need. All that mattered were Jamie’s orders and desires, and Kyle would never disobey.
Occasionally, Jamie would run his hand through Kyle’s hair, reminding Kyle of his presence. His touch was never enough to rouse Kyle completely from the warm cocoon his mind had settled into, but the connection left him feeling warm and wanted.
Jamie’s cock had grown almost fully hard in Kyle’s mouth when a quiet chime filled the office. Jamie settled his hand on top of Kyle’s head, thumb stroking gently over his forehead.
“Accept uplink,” Jamie told the computer.
Kyle stayed exactly where he was, awareness filtering back in slow degrees as Jamie kept petting him.
“Captain Callahan, I have the President of the United States on the line for you,” a woman announced in a crisp voice.
“Thank you, ma’am,” Jamie replied.
Kyle slowly blinked open his eyes at that exchange, taking in a deep, soundless breath through his nose. He lazily stroked his tongue against the underside of Jamie’s cock. Jamie’s hand slid to the back of his neck, holding him there with firm pressure, out of sight of any communication pickup.
“Thank you for being available, Captain Callahan,” a new, deeper voice said in greeting as President Michael Rodriguez came on the line.
“Mr. President,” Jamie said politely, pretending for all the world that he didn’t have Kyle on his knees, out of sight, keeping his cock warm. “How may I be of service?”
“I understand you’ve had an eventful couple of days.”
“You could say that, sir.”
The quiet chuckle was amused, but not in a snide way. “I just finished talking with your father about the State Dinner and a few other minor matters. I understand from Richard you aren’t bringing a date?”
Jamie’s hand gently squeezed the back of Kyle’s neck before sliding back up to stroke his hair. “No, sir. I had no plans to bring a date.”
“My son is in town. We think he would make an excellent companion for you. Get the media talking about something else other than this damn investigation. Gabriel was already on the finalized list for the dinner, so the only thing that needs to change is the table settings.”
In response to that suggestion, Kyle swallowed hard around Jamie’s cock, feeling it throb against his tongue. Jamie tugged lightly on his hair in warning, but Kyle ignored the sting of the pull to do it again. Jamie’s thighs pressed against his shoulders as Jamie shifted his weight on the leather chair ever so slightly.
If Kyle’s mouth wasn’t full, he’d be smirking.
“I don’t think any attempt at misdirection will get the press to look the other way,” Jamie said diplomatically.
“Having you show up with a member of my family will be further proof that I trust you and your father.”
“I’m perfectly capable of handling the media on my own, sir. No need to bring your family into the middle of this mess.”
