The Captain and the Prime Minister

by Catherine Curzon

  “I had a towel as well,” Tom replied. He slid his hand up to Alex’s nipple and rolled it between his fingers. “And nothing else.”

  It took a moment for Alex to breathe a reply of, “Wear that.” Then he dipped his head to nuzzle Tom’s throat, murmuring a soft gasp of pleasure as he did.

  Tom stroked Alex through his trousers, his erection firm and long beneath his hand. “I’ll go and get changed in my bathroom, shall I?”

  “Do you want me waiting on the bed when you get back, Captain?”

  “Yes, I’d like that… Ready for your massage.” Tom kissed him then, looking back at Alex over his shoulder, he went to his bathroom. He knew he probably shouldn’t have chosen the smallest towel he could find, but he hoped he wouldn’t be wearing it for very long.

  Stuart would never have played along with Tom’s silly fantasies—Stuart’s idea of a fantasy was having sex and that was about it. But Alex seemed to enjoy indulging Tom’s playful side, and that made Tom happy.

  And when he went back into their bedroom, Tom was very happy indeed to see Alex smiling at him as he lay on the bed wearing nothing but a white towel around his waist. He had pillowed his cheek on his folded arms, and Tom leaned against the doorframe for a moment, admiring how the soft glow from the bedside lamps perfectly accented the curves of Alex’s shoulders, the small of his back and his firm, round bottom clad in its towel. The backs of Alex’s muscular legs looked very inviting, and after Tom had closed the door behind him, he got onto the bed and clasped Alex’s calf.

  “You’re so firm, so muscular…”

  “I just hope I measure up to the fantasy.” Alex glanced over his shoulder, his smile filled with mischief. “And you can interpret that however you like.”

  “You exceed the fantasy in every way.” Tom leaned forward and kissed Alex’s shoulder. It was only then that he realized what a sight he must look in his towel that was on the verge of indecent. He reached for the drawer by the bed and took out the bottle of oil, rubbing it on his palms as he got into position, straddling Alex’s thighs.

  This is real. This fantasy—all of these fantasies—they’re all coming true.

  “I feel relaxed already,” Alex murmured, his voice content. “You’re magic like that.”

  “Magic? Would you like to see my wand?” Tom leaned down and kissed Alex’s nape, kneading Alex’s shoulders. The reply was a low moan, Alex’s muscles yielding and relaxing beneath his touch. In the lamplight the oil defined the planes of his body, just as it had in Tom’s wildest dreams, mapping the contours of his sculpted back.

  Tom caressed and stroked, then kneaded out the knots in Alex’s muscles before caressing again, smoothing away any soreness there might be in Alex’s body. And there were those gentle sighs and groans again, each one sending fresh pulses of desire through Tom. How different this was from that first massage, and how wonderful.

  Tom worked his way down Alex’s back and finally reached his waist.

  “Would you mind losing your towel?” Tom asked, his breath hitching.

  “Not at all,” Alex told him. “Whip it off.”

  Tom reached around Alex’s waist and drew the sides of the towel apart before taking it away with the swift movement of a magician pulling away a cloth from a table set for dinner. He bowed his head and kissed Alex’s buttocks, then threw aside his own towel.

  Tom began to rub Alex’s bottom, running his palms up from the top of Alex’s thighs to his rounded arse.

  “This country is very lucky to have such a lovely bum sitting on a chair at number ten,” Tom said.

  “I’ve never had my bottom kissed before.” Alex’s voice sounded somewhere between disbelieving and heated. “I can’t remember the last time I felt quite so…admired. And what a man to be admired by!”

  “I’ll kiss it a lot, if you don’t mind—you deserve to have lots of kisses.” Tom slowly ended his caresses and began to wipe the oil from his hands on his discarded towel. “Now, I bet there’s a part of your anatomy that you’d really like me to stroke by now?”

  With a soft laugh, Alex propped his chin on his hand and looked back at Tom.

  “What I’d really like, if you don’t mind giving me a few pointers, is to make love to you.”

  Tom nearly dropped the towel. They’d stroked and caressed, kissed, but they hadn’t gone any further. Tom clambered off Alex’s legs and knelt on the bed beside him.

  “That’d be amazing. You mean…all the way, right?”

  “If that’s all right? We can wait if you’d rather, darling.”

  “Alex, I’d love it.” Tom ruffled Alex’s hair. “I just so happened to buy some other bits and bobs when I was buying this. Can’t blame a man for being hopeful, can you?” He held up the massage oil and nodded toward the bedside table. Alex followed the direction of his nod, then signaled his own understanding with a slight inclination of his head.

  “So…how do you fancy teaching the prime minister how to make love to his boyfriend?” Alex gave a very somber look. “I’m a fast learner, don’t worry.”

  “Well…” Tom lay down beside him, his hands crossed casually behind his head. “You know how awesome it is when you kiss me into the pillows? Just think about that, but using your hips as well… Yeah?”

  “I’m hoping that being with the man I love is going to make it all pretty instinctive.” Alex turned onto his side. He drew the tip of his finger down Tom’s body, then took Tom’s erection in a gentle grip. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot.”

  “Really? You saucy man.” Tom grinned as he reached for the drawer again. “It’s…yeah, instinctive. But there’s something we need to help us on our way.”

  Tom took a tube of lubricant from the drawer. “Give me your hand.”

  Alex held out his palm obediently, all the time watching Tom through those bright blue eyes. There was such trust there, and such love, as he squeezed some of the tube’s contents onto his fingers.

  Tom kissed him then said, “So…would you like to stroke me, between my legs?”

  Alex pressed his lips to Tom’s and kissed him as his hand moved very tentatively to follow the instruction. He was inexperienced with his own gender, perhaps, but in every other respect Tom knew him to be a man of the world, and, as the kiss grew deeper, he slid his hand over Tom’s buttocks, caressing him. Tom murmured encouragement through their kiss, moving in time with Alex’s touch. He had once thought that such intimacy between them was only an impossible fantasy, but somehow—somehow—he was lying in Alex’s bed, with Alex tenderly exploring him.

  The very tip of Alex’s finger teased the curve of Tom’s buttocks, just slipping between them. He broke their kiss and asked in a voice that trembled with desire, “Can I?”

  Tom nodded. “Yes, go on… I want you, Alex.”

  “I’ve wanted you for so long… I imagined us like this.” Alex kissed Tom’s jaw, dotting his way down his neck, his lips soft. As he did, he let his finger slide between Tom’s buttocks, stroking him tenderly. “Oh God, you feel wonderful…”

  “So do you,” Tom replied, as pleasure began to course through him. “Just perfect.”

  And Alex’s kisses didn’t stop at Tom’s throat. Instead he ducked his head lower and drew Tom’s nipple into his mouth, licking and teasing the hard nub with his tongue. As he did, he stroked a second finger alongside the first, his confidence clearly growing.

  “Pointers? You’re one man who doesn’t need pointers!” Tom bent his knee and lifted his hips a little, beyond pleased to be so abandoned with Alex. As his hips moved, Alex’s fingers slid a little deeper, his mouth becoming hungrier. He murmured Tom’s name against his chest, his voice a low growl of desire.

  “A third,” Tom whispered, pleasure growing in him to such a pitch that he almost couldn’t speak. Alex had hit his sweet spot and Tom had to bite his lip to hold back. “Try another, Alex, please… Oh, this is so good…”

  Alex obliged, sliding a third finger into Tom’s body. He seemed to intuit e
xactly what Tom needed and focused all his efforts on the center of that delirious pleasure, stroking and caressing and teasing out every second of ecstasy. His free hand closed around Tom’s erection, just adding to the heady whirl of joy as Alex drew the tip of his tongue over Tom’s chest then kissed him again, fierce and hungry.

  Tom knotted his fingers in Alex’s hair, holding him close, his body moving with Alex’s rhythm. He grasped for Alex’s nipple, tweaking, so much pleasure washing through him that for a moment he struggled to reach farther down and stroke Alex’s erection.

  “I want you,” Alex gasped, his voice hoarse. “I want you so much…”

  “Then have me.” Tom moaned. He brushed away the strands of hair that had fallen into Alex’s face. “I want to be so close to you that I don’t know where either of us begins or ends.”

  It was a few more seconds before Alex finally took his hands from Tom’s body and reached into the drawer again. Tom watched Alex, his oiled back catching the soft light.

  “Would you like me to put it on you?” Tom asked.

  Alex nodded. “I’d love you to.”

  Tom plumped up the pillows and gestured toward them. “Just sit back.”

  He watched as Alex settled into the pillows, his gaze never leaving Tom. Once he was comfortable, he reached out and put his hand on Tom’s thigh, the gesture as easy as it was affectionate. Then he knitted his hands behind his head, giving every impression of a man who wouldn’t rather be anywhere but here.

  “Now there’s a sight I’ll never get bored of.” Tom straddled Alex’s legs, admiring his naked, aroused lover. He tore the condom packet open with his teeth, then rolled the condom down onto Alex. “Is that comfortable—have I got the right size?”

  “I think so.” Alex smiled. “So…sorry, darling, I’m not usually so naive. How do you— is there… Do you have a position you prefer?”

  Tom slicked lube onto Alex, his hand trembling at the thought of their union being so close. “There’s loads, apparently, and I really want you on top of me. Sorry…I’ve lain in bed some nights just imagining how good that would be. But seeing as this is all new to you, I’ll straddle you—get you used to how it feels, then…we can see where the night takes us.”

  “I’ve thought about it a lot too,” Alex admitted. “So…I’m ready if you are, darling.”

  Tom rested one hand on Alex’s waist, the other stroking his nipple. He kissed him, then asked, “When you think about us together, what do you see?”

  “I know it’s a terrible cliché, but…maybe it’s all that shower model talk.” His face flushed and he admitted, “I’ve thought about us making love in the shower a lot. And face to face, kissing you into the pillows, I suppose.”

  “The shower? Alex, you wonderful sauce! I’d really like that.” Tom grinned as he rose up on his haunches, the tip of Alex’s erection just below him. He rested his forehead against Alex’s, bringing one arm around Alex’s shoulders, the other still on his waist. Gazing into Alex’s fathomless blue eyes, Tom asked one simple word. “Ready?”

  Alex put his arms around Tom’s waist and whispered, “Ready.”

  Tom brought his lips to Alex’s and gently lowered himself down onto him. He tightened his arm around Alex as their bodies met, a moment of discomfort followed by a wonderful sensation of bliss as they were joined as one. He heard Alex’s breath grow faster, felt the arms around his waist grow tense for a moment before he relaxed and whispered, “I love you, Tom.”

  “I love you too, Alex.” Tom waited a moment, staying still, imprinting on his mind just how good it felt. Then he began to move, gently at first, little thrusts of his hips against Alex’s. He felt Alex’s body moving with him, matching his pace and rhythm. Then Alex tightened his embrace, bringing Tom to him for a kiss.

  Tom murmured Alex’s name against his lips, shivers of bliss coursing through him with every movement of their bodies. Alex took Tom’s erection in his hand and stroked him, catching every moan in a kiss.

  Tom sighed. “That’s it, that’s it… Alex, you’re fantastic.”

  He had lost count of how many times he’d imagined this, thought hopelessly of being in Alex’s arms, of the two of them making love. Even his wildest dreams hadn’t come close to the reality, to the sense of love and exhilaration that their every move only increased.

  And he really wanted Alex to kiss him into the pillows.

  Tom felt daring and saucy and incredibly naughty as he asked, “Darling—do you want to go on top now?”

  Alex’s nod left him in no doubt. “I’d love to.”

  Tom put his arms around Alex. “Let’s roll over—slowly!”

  “Slowly,” Alex repeated, the word filled with merriment. He put both arms around Tom’s waist to steady him, and together, with some laughter and maybe just a touch of accidental elegance, they completed the maneuver. Tom was beneath Alex now, just as he had dreamed of being, yielding to him.

  He ran his hands across Alex’s chest, his breath catching with desire. “I’ve wanted this for so long—you’re perfect.”

  “I’m doing okay, then?” his lover teased, grazing his teeth against Tom’s earlobe. “You feel wonderful.”

  “So do you.” Tom lifted his legs and crossed them around Alex’s waist. Alex was deeper inside him now, and Tom moaned. “Isn’t that great?”

  “It’s perfect,” Alex breathed. He took Tom’s erection in his hand again and began to thrust just a little harder, their bodies joined more deeply than ever now.

  Tom smoothed one hand through Alex’s hair and, the other across Alex’s strong shoulders. All those nights he’d lain awake running this scenario through his mind and hating himself afterward for daring to think such things about his decent, kind boss. And he’d never for one moment thought that Alex could want him too, could long for him just as Tom had longed for Alex.

  There’d be no longing anymore, no impossible crush or guilty fantasies. Only pleasure and their bodies combining as one.

  For all his shyness, all his anxiety, Alex didn’t need any instruction. They were soaring on instinct and love, caught in this encounter that was theirs alone. They were all kisses and sensation, surrendered to each other.

  Tom’s breath grew ragged, his hips moving faster, every touch more intense. “Alex… I love you,” he whispered.

  “I love you,” Alex gasped, catching his lips in a kiss. “Always, darling…”

  Bliss captured Tom, a pleasure so deep that he could not escape it. It ran through his blood, heated and intense, and he held Alex tight, his body shuddering with his climax. He felt Alex’s muscles grow taut in the moments before his orgasm claimed him. Then Alex gave a low cry of pleasure and clung to him, gasping Tom’s name. Tom kissed Alex’s face, traveling down to his neck, holding him as trembles still went through them both. Alex sank down into Tom’s embrace, nuzzling his lips against Tom’s shoulder. They lay together in silence for a long time until Alex lifted his head and blinked down at him.

  “I love you, Tom,” he whispered. “And I really don’t care who knows it.’

  “You’re so brave, Alex. I adore you,” Tom replied. Life had changed forever, and he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Tom stood in the shadows, just behind the line of the cameras in a spot marked out with tape. He wasn’t sure if Alex could see him or not, but even if he was only an outline in the gloom, Alex would know he had the support of the man he loved.

  And it wasn’t as if Alex hadn’t done this before.

  Pierce Cowell sipped a glass of orange juice, sharing an anecdote about his children. Tom was far from being the man’s biggest fan, but watching him chat with Alex now, Tom suspected that the badass act was all put on. He seemed…nice.

  “Can I grab a photo for my Insta?” Burnished brown as a nut in her white bodycon dress, Pierce’s co-host, Kelly Naylor, appeared at Tom’s shoulder with her phone held out. “Me and my very own manny? I caught Alex in makeup, but I ha
ven’t got you yet!”

  She looked even more tan than she did on Strictly, if that were possible.

  “Yeah, okay!” Tom leaned closer to her to fit them both on the screen and he grinned. He’d mostly managed to avoid the limelight over the years, but if it helped Alex, he didn’t mind. On the screen Kelly beamed, her veneers bright white against her tan skin, her blonde hair almost glowing under the lights.

  “Perfect!” She kissed his cheek and tripped off across the studio floor as the ten-second countdown began. By the time they were on air again she was safely on the sofa, beaming her immaculate smile into millions of homes over the breakfast table.

  Alex’ll slay. He always does.

  “Welcome back.” Kelly grinned, crossing one leg over the other, demure as she was bubbly. “We are honored to have some of the cutest blue eyes I’ve ever seen on this sofa next, isn’t that right, Pierce?” She looked at her co-host and reached out to touch his hand. “Or are you feeling a bit like one of the ugly sisters sat in between me and our next guest?”

  “I can’t say I’ve ever thought of a man that way myself, but the same can’t be said for our very special guest, whose private life came into the spotlight over the weekend.” Pierce grinned as he brushed his lapel with the back of his hand. “Isn’t that right, Alex Hart?”

  “Smoothly done, Pierce,” Alex told him with a smile. “Especially for a Monday morning.”

  Tom bit his lip, trying not to laugh.

  “Only two days ago,” Pierce went on, “you found yourself in an impromptu parade through East London. Under the slogan Love Is Love, is it true that these people were voicing their feelings regarding the press and how it homes in on the private lives of people like you, Alex, who are very much in the public eye?”

  Alex. No Mr. Hart for Pierce Cowell.

  “That’s exactly what they were doing,” he replied. “I was doing my regular constituency rounds and they gathered to join me. It was completely unexpected and rather wonderful. I think it really says a lot about what matters to people.”