Again, he needs to ask me for it. I won’t order him to let me live with him. I have no interest in doing that and him later coming back and saying I pressured him into it.
Even though, technically, I am pressuring him into a decision.
Defaulting to allowing me to be with Jordan is still a decision.
I think if Jordan works with Elliot as his body man, if Elliot can come to trust Jordan, maybe he’ll feel something good toward him. Maybe not love, but more than just tolerating him.
Right?
I can hope.
Elliot needs someone besides me in his life he can trust with everything for the times I can’t be there for him. Jordan can be that man.
Then, if Elliot does finally de-ass his head and publicly claim me, it means Jordan, as his body man, can still be with both of us without raising any suspicions.
It’s a win-win-win.
At least, that’s the way I’m looking at it.
* * * *
Once we’re settled into our room at Blair House, Jordan heads across the street, to the White House, to meet with the Chief Usher and other staff. Over these past weeks, I’ve seen a side to Jordan I wouldn’t have imagined the boy possessed on the day we first met and he appeared terrified.
Shae and Chris made Jordan’s job easy. Their requirements were simple and mostly consisted of what they didn’t want, and then turning him loose to do his thing.
Elliot, on the other hand, has vexed Jordan. Not because my pet’s being difficult about it, but because my boy’s desperate to impress Elliot and has nearly worried himself sick trying to put together the perfect space for him.
I go knock on Elliot’s door.
“Come in.”
I open the door and find him sitting on his bed, his laptop in front of him, glasses on, and wearing a T-shirt and sweats.
My handsome pet. I love Jordan, and yes, I’m wearing myself out on a nightly basis with a boy half my age, but the psychologist knows after the new relationship energy wears off that there will be more with Jordan than just bed-breaking sex. There will be a deep emotional bond and common interests.
Like what I have with Elliot.
I close and lock the door behind me as he looks up and sees it’s me.
Leaning against the door, I wait to see what he’ll do.
He sits up and, after a moment, he sets his laptop aside and slides off the bed, standing next to it. That’s when I realize that, from the loose way the leg of his sweatpants drapes, he’s not wearing Duck.
Before I can give him an order, he drops to his knees and bows.
My heart melts. “Hello, pet.”
His chest rises and falls as he takes a deep breath. “Hello, Master,” he whispers.
I walk over, sit on the side of the bed, and pat my thigh. He sits up, wraps his arms around my waist, and buries his face in my lap. I hold him, rubbing his head and wishing I could give him more. I also rub between his shoulder blades, something else that relaxes him.
We won’t have long and, under the circumstances, I can’t give him what I know he really needs.
In three nights, however, I can make up for lost time.
“You hanging in there, baby?”
He nuzzles his face against me. “Sort of.”
Elliot doesn’t do well when his stability is akimbo. He can handle changes in his schedule, but he likes having his landing pad be a private, comfortable, familiar, safe space he can retreat to. While Blair House is definitely nice, comfortable, and private, all the people around mean it’s not “safe,” in his mind. It’s definitely not home.
This is his hell.
“What’s wrong, pet? Besides the obvious?”
“Stella thinks she’s going to stay with me whenever she’s in DC. In the official residence.”
I shove back my anger. “Did you tell her no?”
“Yes, Master.”
I try to relax. “Then what’s the problem?”
“She still wants to speak to Jordan about outfitting one of the upstairs guest rooms as a permanent room for her. She’s running over me.”
“Again, tell her no.”
“You don’t understand how pushy she is.”
A wave of anger surges through me. “Then I’ll tell her no. She’s a fucking lobbyist. How would that look, sister or not?”
He finally looks up. “I’ll tell her,” he grumbles. “But she’s going to be pissed. Can you please warn Jordan that she’ll likely try to order him around?”
The thought of Stella trying to order Jordan around fills me with an even deeper level of anger. “I’ll take care of it, pet.”
Absofuckinglutely, I will. I’ll also be having a discussion with his detail about keeping her away from Elliot unless Elliot’s specifically cleared it first.
We sit there in comfortable silence for several minutes before Elliot speaks again, his voice muffled by my shirt, where he’s pressing his face against me. “Does he make you happy, Master?”
I know who he means. I keep my tone gentle. “He’s a good man, El. He’s trying to impress you, you know.”
“I know.” A moment later, “But that doesn’t answer my question.”
I massage his scalp. “If you tell me to give him up because you’ll commit to me, at least let me secretly live with you, I will. But please make that decision now. Don’t drop it on us a few months or years from now. That’d be cruel. You will always be first in my life, and he knows it.”
This pause feels like a thousand forevers. He still hasn’t looked into my eyes and I feel the warmth of his breath through my shirt. “I don’t want to lose you, Leo.”
Cupping his face in his hands, I make him look at me. “You’re not losing me, El. You’re never losing me. Not unless you’re going to tell me you’re done with me.”
He sniffles. “Hypothetically…what happens later?”
“You mean in sixteen years?” It guts me even thinking it’ll be that long before my pet’s officially mine.
He nods.
I shrug. “Again, look at Shae, Chris, and Kev. Look at Carter, Owen, and Susa. We can make this work.”
Tears turn his eyes a bright, brilliant blue. “He won’t betray us?”
“Baby, he wouldn’t be here if I thought he would.” With my thumbs, I brush his tears away. “Even if you don’t ever want to sleep with him, that’s okay, too. We can be a V instead of a throuple. I would like you to let me send him out with you as your body man when I can’t be with you. He’ll have your back. He’ll take care of you for me. I trust him to take care of you when I can’t be there for you.”
He breathes for a moment. “I…I’m not ready for him to work with me full-time. Sometimes, yes. Not every day. Not…yet.”
“That’s okay, pet.” I smile. “See? How easy was that? You set a boundary and I didn’t get upset.”
Elliot sucks in a shuddering breath. “But does he make you happy?”
He’s not letting go of this. I lean in and kiss him. “You make me happy. He makes me happy in different ways. I’m not replacing you with him. He’s not a substitute, and he’s not a stand-in.” I press my forehead to his. “He balances me.” I breathe in his scent, my sweet, perfect pet. “If you think you can’t deal with this, please, tell me now, and I’ll send him back to Florida after the inauguration.”
“What if I decide later?”
A chill washes through me. “If that’s the case, I’ll send him back now. I won’t break his heart like that.” Or mine.
“Do you love him?”
I sit back, still cupping his face. “I loved you first.”
“Answer the question, Leo.”
“I love him, yes. But if you’re going to—”
“Don’t send him away.”
The psychologist is working overtime trying to decipher his tone, his intent, decoding my pet’s motivations. “Don’t use him as an excuse to distance yourself from me and break up with me, either. This is us, between us, and he is secondary.”
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sp; “I won’t, Master. I promise.” His gaze drops for a moment before returning to mine. “Did he really like the tie I got him? Don’t bullshit me. Don’t lie to me about what he thinks about me.”
I smile. “He did. He loved it even more when I explained the significance of it. You didn’t have to do that, pet, but my eyes might have leaked a little when he unwrapped it.” Elliot had already left the campaign office for the day when Jordan unwrapped it.
Finally, the corners of his mouth curl a little in a smile. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
His hands cover mine and squeeze. “Don’t let him leave. I might not be able to fall in love with him, but if you trust him, I’ll trust him. Maybe once I’m out of office and have time to actually relax, he and I can spend time alone and getting to know each other better.”
Melancholy relief fills me. That’s still sixteen years away, possibly. “Are you sure, pet?”
His thumbs stroke the back of my hands. “I’m sure, Master. Please don’t send him away. I don’t want you to be alone.” He lets go of my hands and reaches for my zipper while his blue eyes darken. “But I’m still going to be territorial.”
Smiling, I release him and lean back a little so he can unfasten my jeans and belt. He yanks my shirttail free and immediately latches on to my abs, to the left of my navel, chewing and sucking hard, leaving what I know will be a large, dark purple bruise by the time he’s done.
My cock throbs in my briefs while I hold his head, rubbing his scalp. “Good boy,” I whisper, proud of him and feeling triumphant that he’s staking his claim on me. “You go right ahead and do what you need to do, baby.” Jordan left a bite mark on the front of my left thigh in the shower earlier, but Elliot can’t see that right now.
He actually growls a little, shoving himself against me and wrapping his arms around me again to hold me in place. Yeah, it hurts, but it hurts in good ways. We’ll end this interlude with me viciously fucking his face and I’ll hopefully be able to give him relief, too.
I tightly fist his hair. “Come on, pet. You know you can bite me harder than that.”
He does, making me swallow back my pained gasps. If he doesn’t break the skin, it’ll be a miracle.
Let him.
He’s staking his ownership on me and I will never deny him that.
He’s my weakness and has been ever since our first night together. He knows this.
Just like I know I’m his strength.
Elliot makes soft, deep, primal grunts as he chews and sucks on me. If we had the time and privacy, we could roll around in a struggle snuggle.
We don’t. Not today.
So I settle for this, happy that he’s taken some initiative and responsibility.
He checks his work several times, returning to suck more on it, until it’s as large and dark as he wants it. His blue eyes are nearly midnight as he then frantically frees my erection and swallows me.
I grab his head and hold on tight, digging my fingers in and fucking his mouth hard and deep, using him, temporarily switching his brain off. It doesn’t take long for me to make it over.
He’s wearing a sweetly glazed look on his face when I yank him to his feet, spin him around, and pull him against me with one hand gripping the front of his throat and the other reaching inside his sweats. Through his briefs I cup my hand around his cock.
I nibble on his earlobe. “Such a good boy,” I whisper. “You can come for me.” I know on the back side of this he’s going to be chafed and raw, since I’m doing this through his briefs, but even better. It’ll give him something to remember me by for the next couple of days until I can make it up to him.
He explodes pretty quickly, his cum soaking through his briefs and making everything sticky.
That’s when he laughs.
I fall back onto the bed, pulling him with me, laughing with him. He flips over and kisses me, then examines his handiwork again. “Got you good, Master,” he whispers as his fingers trace the outline of the mark.
I smile up at him, happy to see him smiling, for a change. “Good. It’s a two-way street. You can always stake your claim on me. I’ve left plenty of my marks on you over the years.”
“Where’s his latest?”
I wiggle my jeans down far enough he can see it.
Then he leans in and kisses it before he bites down hard right over it and sucking, making me laugh despite the eye-watering pain.
These two are going to be the death of me.
I hope.
Once he’s satisfied, he sits up and kisses me before we untangle ourselves and get out of bed.
“Love you, Master.”
I pull him in for a hug. “Love you, too, baby. You need to go clean up.”
He snickers. “Could I be mean and ask you to order Jordan to do my laundry?”
But I see the mirth in his eyes. “You can, pet. If we’re all living together.”
His eyes widen when he realizes I’m not kidding.
I shrug. “Sixteen years, baby.” I smile. “I’ll still be here waiting for you and wanting you. You can’t run from me after that. You’ll be out of excuses. Don’t blame me if I try to nail you down sooner than that.”
He adorably blushes. “I’ll try, Master.”
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Ironically, I see far more of Elliot over the next couple of days than I do of Jordan. Jordan’s busy racing around and making sure the final preparations for the move are in place, and I’m usually with Shae, who’s normally accompanied by Elliot and Kev.
I also see way too much of Stella Woodley, who’s trying her level best to worm her way as close to Shae as possible, to the point I finally say something to the head of Shae’s and Elliot’s details about keeping Stella at a distance.
Especially if she’s got anyone with her.
I do so with full agreement and backing from Kev, Shae, and Elliot.
The morning of the inauguration, I kiss Jordan good-bye at four a.m., when he slips out for one last meeting. He’s been assigned a Secret Service agent for today who will drive him where he needs to be. Jordan will catch up with us later today, then duck out again, make the swearing in, then I probably won’t see him again until we all meet up at Blair House again to prepare for the balls. He’s assembled two great teams to manage everything, and once the crew at Elliot’s is finished, they’ll move to the White House to help out there.
Once Jordan leaves, I throw on sweats and the agent next door lets me into Elliot’s room so I don’t have to knock.
He’s already awake, but still in bed. “Master, I had a horrible dream,” he mutters as I slip into bed with him and he snuggles against me.
I chuckle, because from his tone I can tell he’s setting up a joke. “What did you dream about?”
“I had this nightmare I ran for VP with Shae, and we actually got elected.”
I snicker. “Well, baby, I hate to tell you this—”
He groans. “Fuck.”
I kiss him. “Be careful what you wish for, pet.”
He sighs. “I guess I’d better get up and get moving.”
“I guess you’d better.”
He meets my gaze for a long, quiet moment. “Love you, Master.”
“I love you, too, pet.”
“I promise I’ll try to de-ass my head sooner than sixteen years.”
Strangling the urge to get my hopes up is haaarrrd. “As long as you’re okay with Jordan being in my life, I’ll wait as long as you need me to.” I stroke his face. Stubble rasps against my hand. “If you’re not going to be okay with him, tell me now. Last chance.”
“I meant it. I want you to have him.”
“Okay, baby.” I kiss him and sit up. I actually had a reason for coming over besides wanting a private moment with him. “I want you to do something for me today, pet.”
“Yes, Master?”
I kiss him one more time, reluctantly climb out of bed, and walk over to his closet. Most of his clothes have already been packe
d and are staged with the rest of his belongings. All he has here now are what he’ll need for today and tonight, and his valet will pack everything and move it after he leaves for the first of the balls later.
One of the things I made sure got held back was a specific tie. I take it now and drape it around my neck.
I return to him and pull a tie from the pocket of my sweats. I’d rolled it up so it wouldn’t wrinkle, and I unfurl it and drape it around his neck.
Matching ties.
Jordan is currently wearing an identical one.
“Wear that today, pet. Every time you look at me today and see me touching my tie, think of me touching you.”
He smiles. “Yes, Master. Me, too.”
I return to my room to get dressed. Elliot’s parents are in a different wing, so I don’t have to worry about them stumbling over me emerging from his room, but they’re still close enough to cause Elliot anxiety.
First event of the day is a small, private breakfast for us—meaning Elliot, Shae, Chris, Kev, myself, Elliot’s parents and sister, and a few others. Then Elliot and Shae will head over to the White House for pictures and the traditional coffee meeting.
At least I get to tie his tie for him, both of us smiling at each other as I do.
Downstairs in the foyer, as we’re gathering to leave for the White House, Elliot and Shae exchange playful high-fives, captured by the official photographer.
Then Elliot catches my eye and winks.
I wink back.
Other than me wanting to punch President Fullmer for making a disrespectful comment to Shae, one that Kev immediately verbally slapped down, the morning goes well. Before we leave the White House, I see Jordan for all of ten seconds when he swings through on his way to the Chief Usher’s office, and I wish I could pull him into my arms and kiss him.
I resist doing that.
Plus, it’s fucking cold. The parade is going to be a fricking bitch. I’m hoping Shae doesn’t want to walk the whole damned thing, because Elliot will have to walk it with her. He can’t not walk it with her, because that speaks directly to fitness. People will be watching and paying close attention.
Throughout the morning, I keep a close eye on Elliot to see if I need to do anything for him. I’m carrying his messenger bag with his supplies for Duck, in case he needs an emergency adjustment to his socks.
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