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Jamie’s heart stuttered—Chris looked beautiful. His face was lightly flushed, his hair messy, like he’s been running his hand through it in nervousness, and his expression one of relief and happiness, light and open. Jamie loved him so fucking much.
“I…er…have some news, too,” he told Chris. “It’s not really good news…but…”
“What is it?”
“The White House has to issue a statement to the press about us,” Jamie said, eyes cast down. “They are releasing it tomorrow morning, unless you change your mind before then.”
“Change my mind about what?”
“Me.”
Chris frowned at him, stepping forward. “Jamie, why would I change my mind about you? I love you.”
Jamie couldn’t stop the smile that spread over his face or the warmth that flooded his heart. “And I love you. But I’m the son of the president, and from tomorrow morning on, people are going to be talking about you, taking your picture as you walk down the street. Not everybody can handle that.”
Chris closed the gap between them, hands sliding around Jamie’s waist and resting his forehead against his. “I would walk through fire for you, James Thomas Barratt. You are the strongest and bravest human being I have ever known, and I love you. And no number of reporters or paparazzi, no Capitol Hill assholes, or the president herself will stop me from loving you. Get used to it.”
Jamie didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or cry and the resulting huff in response was a mixture of both. He’s never felt so happy in his entire life. “What did I do right to deserve you, Chris Roberts?” he asked, laying his uninjured hand on Chris’s chest.
“Well, I guess you’ve been through enough hell for one lifetime.”
This time Jamie laughed properly, despite the jarring in his side, and he lightly pushed Chris back. You’re such a jerk!”
Chris grinned back at him. “Ass,” he replied fondly.
They looked at each other, smiles refusing to fade.
“So, what now, Captain America?”
Chris shrugged lightly. “I don’t know. We’ve got about eighteen hours until we go official—you can always take me to dinner?”
Jamie leaned on the wall again and bit his lip. “On one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“Buy me a drink first, soldier.”
Chris’s smile was like the sun, bright, blinding, and beautiful. He extended his hand and Jamie took it, their fingers linking together as Chris gently pulled him forward. “I’d love to.”
THE END
