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“You’re not going to be saying that in a couple of minutes’ time.”
“You’re right. It’s actually getting kinda gross already.”
Chris laughed again and raised his head, taking Jamie’s face between his hands and kissing him. “Get off me and get in the shower. We’ve got to pick up your suit from the tailor today.”
“Yes, sir,” Jamie replied cheekily, his smile so wide that it had to hurt his cheeks.
“Don’t make me spank you.”
“Oh, is that what you’re into, Roberts?” Jamie retorted, sliding from Chris’s lap and beginning to crawl up the stairs.
Chris’s mouth dropped open. “Oh, my God. Get in the fucking shower, you dirty-mouthed, filthy-minded bastard!”
“Only if you join me!”
Chris Roberts had never moved faster in his life.
Chapter 15
They had made the most of their last day alone together before the president arrived. They had gone into town and picked up the D&G suit that Jamie would be wearing to his birthday party. Chris had marveled at how it fit Jamie so perfectly, hugging all the right places. The color was perfect on him, too—a fairer skinned, fairer haired man couldn’t have pulled off the pale grey, but it set off Jamie’s best features—Aunt Helen had been right.
Chris and Jamie had spent the rest of the day making out on the couch in between movies and popcorn, a tangle of limbs and hands stroking at exposed skin. It was like one of those lazy Sunday afternoons that people kept going on about, but Chris had never experienced before now—so completely wrapped up in your lover that the world could crumble around you, and you wouldn’t care because they were the only thing that mattered.
He could have described it as blissful, being with Jamie this way. Chris just felt so comfortable around him, like he could finally be himself. He loved the way that they could go from having a serious conversation one minute to being flirty and playful the next. How they could be talking about what to eat for dinner, then forgoing dinner in favor of being pushed against the wall of the shower and getting each other off under the hot water. And none of it was strange, as though this was the way they had been forever.
It didn’t even matter that their backgrounds were so different. Chris should not have had anything in common with a guy who had grown up on the Upper East Side, who had never wanted for anything in his life, who had gone to his first choice college and never had to worry about paying for it, whose mother was now the President of the United States. Yet they had some shared life experiences—both of them had lost their fathers young and in the same war, their mothers had both been strong, capable women who had brought them up alone and to the best of their ability. And of course, there was the army, their own war.
Jamie hadn’t had a single nightmare since Chris had started sleeping with him. Chris would hold him close in the night, waking up every so often just to check, and Jamie was always sleeping peacefully, sandwiched between Chris’s chest and the golden mass that was Boomer. Chris looked at Jamie when he was like that, and he couldn’t contain the waterfall of emotion that he felt. He never wanted Jamie to sleep alone again.
But this was the last night they could do this, at least for a while. The president would be here, and they would be under the observant eye of Natalie Richmond, who knew them both very well, not to mention all the added security. After his birthday, when they went back to Washington, DC, Jamie was going to talk to his mother, tell her about them. Chris had agreed to be hands off until then, however difficult that was going to be.
But Jamie was right—the second they came out about their relationship, Chris would lose his job. He wouldn’t be able to stay close to Jamie, to be there with a reassuring hand on his shoulder in a stressful situation, or to smile at him from the other side of the room. They had to be sensible about this, to wait until the right time, until they could figure out how to keep seeing each other without working together.
Jamie had suggested asking his mother to put Chris back on general White House security and assign Agent Coulter as his personal security. Coulter had been with the president since her days as governor of New York and Jamie had admitted that if there was one other person he would trust with his life, it would be Coulter. Chris had agreed. And then they could do this properly—go on dates, hold hands in public, stay over at each other’s apartments.
All they had to do was keep their hands to themselves for a couple of days.
* * * *
Jamie woke up to soft kisses being placed on the back of his neck and across his shoulders. He was lying on his front, and he buried the grin that spread across his face into the pillow. Chris seemed to love waking Jamie this way, and honestly, Jamie was never going to complain about Chris’s mouth on his body. Or those fucking amazing hands of his, confidently sliding over Jamie’s sides and his back, the pressure tugging the muscles beneath Jamie’s skin and never failing to make him groan. God, but he could happily wake up like this for the rest of his life, to the wet kisses over his skin and to Chris moving his body on top of Jamie’s, his comforting weight pressing him into the mattress. Chris was already hard, cock heavy against the inside of Jamie’s thigh as he rolled against him to take Jamie’s earlobe between his teeth.
“Fuck,” Jamie moaned into the pillow, lifting his hips and pressing back into Chris. His lover huffed into his ear and Jamie could feel him smile before he let go of the earlobe and began to work his way down. He settled on his knees, one on either side of Jamie’s thighs, and kissed between his shoulders, tongue rough and wet as he licked at the impression of the vertebrae under the skin, most likely sucking marks onto Jamie’s body as he worked downward. By the time Chris reached the base of his spine, Jamie was panting, fists balled into the pillow.
“Good morning,” Chris murmured cheerfully against his skin as he smoothed his hands down Jamie’s body and over the curve of his behind, digging his fingers into the firm flesh.
Jamie gasped into his pillow. “Mmm…hmm….”
Chris chuckled, the sound vibrating against Jamie’s skin. He sucked hard on Jamie’s right buttock for a couple of seconds before sinking in his teeth.
Jamie yelped.
“Too much?” Chris asked, his fingers smoothing the mark that he’d undoubtedly made.
“Ah…actually,” Jamie breathed, lifting his head off the pillow, “I kinda like it.”
“Oh,” Chris replied, leaning forward to suck again, this time a little closer to the cleft. “In that case, I’ll keep going.”
“One suggestion?”
