by J. M. Colail
“No!” Jack sighed. “Don’t…. Do it again.” He was seeing stars already and Lucas wasn’t even inside of him yet. At least not how he wanted him inside. He bit his lower lip and welcomed the chill of the lube Lucas added along with a third finger.
“God, Luke, I can’t wait… anymore.”
“You’re almost ready, love,” Lucas whispered a little breathlessly. He tried not to brush over Jack’s prostate again, fearing it might really send the American over this time, but he felt Jack relax so he slowly removed his fingers. He fiddled under the pillow to find the condom he had slipped under there and quickly took off the wrapper. He was still hard and aching for stimulation, stroking himself a few times before rolling on the condom.
“God, you look hot touching yourself.”
Jack watched him hungrily, impatiently, so Lucas smiled. “I want to be nice and hard for you, love.” He squeezed a generous dollop of gel into his hand and lubed up his erection, pouting his lips at Jack teasingly before leaning over and kissing him hungrily.
“Are you ready?”
Jack nodded, opening his mouth again slightly. He grabbed the back of the couch to brace himself as he felt the tip of Lucas’s cock breach his hole. The burn increased and he tried not to resist it, as Lucas slid into him ever so slowly.
Lucas was breathing heavily on Jack’s neck, trying to hold himself back. “Fuck, Jack, you’re so tight.” What he really needed was to thrust inside his lover, but he knew that would hurt Jack and that was the last thing Lucas wanted, so he waited, one hand on the back of the couch next to Jack’s head and the other gently stroking his lover’s chest.
“Tell me when you’re ready,” Lucas asked softly.
“Go!” Jack answered, his voice strained. “Just… move gently.”
Lucas did just that. He rocked back and forth slowly, watching his lover’s reaction and taking his cues from the involuntary moaning that came from deep inside Jack.
The American was growing accustomed to being filled and as Lucas leaned in to kiss him, Jack spurred his lover on. “Harder, Luke, please. I want more.”
This was all the encouragement Lucas needed and as Jack lifted his knees instinctively, changing the angle of the thrusts, the pitch of his moans changed. Lucas pulled out almost all the way every time, only to plunge back deeply, creating slapping skin-to-skin noises. They were both breathing heavily, close to climaxing.
“Come… with me… Luke,” Jack cried out, arching his back away from the couch, his eyes open wide.
Lucas found his lover’s gaze and saw the ecstasy flood Jack’s face as he felt his own groin tighten, signaling the point of no return. As Lucas rode out his orgasm, he continued to thrust deep inside Jack, until he felt his lover tighten around him and hot sticky fluid sprayed between their bellies. When he finally collapsed onto Jack’s limp body, he felt how the man still shuddered in reaction to his climax. He also realized their fingers had somehow become entwined and their lips were almost touching, just like the first time he had made Jack come in their Antwerp hotel room. As he remembered, Lucas let his lips ghost over Jack’s cheek and tasted the salt of tears. He untangled one of his hands and wiped the wetness away. “Are you okay?”
Jack took his time answering, languidly opening his eyes. “I love you, Lucas. Why wouldn’t I be okay?”
AFTER GETTING cleaned up, both men ended up on the couch again, unable to get enough of touching each other and slowly letting reality creep back in.
Jack had taken a moment to call Mark as he had promised in return for this private time away from everything. He was told that Mark had covered for him with Maria, giving her the message Jack was in a meeting that was expected to last a good few hours.
“So you trust Mark to keep our secret?” Lucas asked, a little uneasy.
“Mark doesn’t know the finer details. I just told him I needed some time away and I couldn’t tell him where I would be.”
“Yeah, but your Secret Service guys are pretty thorough. He probably followed you here, just to make sure you’re okay, and who says he’s not sitting in his car outside of this apartment block waiting until you come out?”
“You’re being paranoid, Luke,” Jack answered softly, but deep inside he knew his lover might well be right. Mark probably knew something was up. Jack and Lucas could only hope that Mark was also good at keeping the information to himself.
Lucas lay on his side, his back against the couch and Jack in his arms, spooning him. They were still naked, but the sultry city heat was only just dissipating so they were warm enough just staying close together.
Jack tilted his head back a little. “We need to talk, Lucas. We need to face reality.”
He heard his young lover sigh and felt the Brit’s warm lips on the back of his shoulder. “I know. It’s just… I like our own little reality here and if we talk, we let the whole bad world into it.”
Jack smiled. “I know. We can still have this, Lucas, our own little reality, just for you and me.” He put his hands over Lucas’s and pulled the young man’s arms tighter around his body. “But I think we both need to know where we stand.”
Jack felt Lucas nod and kiss his neck again. “I love you, too, Jack.”
The American sighed. “I need time to tell Maria, Luke. I can’t just spring this on her. She has as much invested in my career as I do and if this all blows up in my face, she needs alternatives as well. I owe her that much.”
“I don’t want you to give up your career, Jack. I know how much this means to you! We can wait it out, see where this gets us.”
Jack turned onto his back, wanting to see his lover’s expression. “You mean keep hiding, keep sneaking around like this?”
Lucas leaned forward until his forehead touched Jack’s. “If we come out, we won’t have careers, Jack. Neither of us. I don’t know about you, but I don’t know what I would do if I wasn’t in this line of work.”
Jack brushed a curl away from Lucas’s brow and placed a kiss on the young man’s forehead. “I don’t intend to keep this charade up forever, Luke. I want you to know that.”
“I know.” Lucas smiled at Jack. “Now you’d better get dressed and go home.”
“Sick of me already, hey?” Jack teased.
“Yeah, old man. Go back to your wife. Before she catches on.”
Just for a moment, Jack wondered if there was any truth in the statement, but Lucas couldn’t hold the serious look for long and burst out laughing. Then his face turned serious again, but this time it was a softer look. “We’ll be all right, Jack. Something will turn up, some opportunity that will put us somewhere away from the public eye, where it’s okay if you don’t have the perfect wife.”
Jack nodded, knowing full well they were deluding themselves. At least now they had a little more time.
And Lucas had said he loved him.
Chapter Fourteen
AT THE height of the European resistance against the war, Lucas was in Jack’s office preparing for their Paris meeting with the German, Belgian and French ministers. They had just finished a conference call with the American Ambassadors to France and Germany and they agreed they were ready for the tough negotiations.
Lucas gathered their papers as Jack packed his briefcase full of “homework.”
“So how late did you tell Maria we would be working tonight?” Lucas asked, not entirely without an ulterior motive.
“Eight-ish,” Jack answered, a smile curling his lips.
“That gives us…” Lucas checked his watch. “…about two hours.”
“Yeah,” Jack answered, eyeing his lover’s lean frame. “Two hours.”
Both men were startled out of their reverie when a Secret Service man burst into the office.
“Mr. Ambassador? The Embassy is in lock-down,” the man glanced at Lucas. “Mr. Carlton? I’m afraid we can’t let you leave either, you’d best call anyone who needs to know. We might be here for a while.”
“What happened, Mark?” Jack asked, ge
nuinely concerned.
“Bomb threat, sir. The tunnels have been cleared for about a kilometer on either side of the suspect vehicle. No traffic is allowed in a two kilometer radius.”
“They’ve blocked all the roads, too?”
“Yes, sir. Could I ask you and Mr. Carlton to remain in your office for the time being? It would make the head count easier, sir. And please stay away from the windows.”
Jack looked over at Lucas and sighed. “Very well, there isn’t much else we can do anyway, I suppose? How close is this car?”
“You can probably see it from here, sir, at the exit of the tunnel.”
It was the first time Lucas could recall hearing a less than professional tone in the Secret Service man’s voice. Clearly the threat was a serious one.
“I’ll leave you now, sir. I have the rest of the floor to cover as well. If there is anything you need, you know where to find me.” With that, the Secret Service man left the office.
Jack and Lucas looked at each other from across the room, unsure of what to do next. Lucas walked over to the window to look at the car.
“Lucas! Mark said stay away from the windows. If that thing detonates, there won’t be a pane of glass left whole in the building.”
The tension in the room was palpable and Lucas laughed nervously as he walked away from the windows and over to Jack. “I must say you sure pick your Secret Service men. So what do I need to do around here to be manhandled by Mark?”
Jack was a little startled by Lucas’s question, but quickly recovered and grabbed the young Brit by the wrist, spinning him around instantly. While Lucas was getting over his surprise, Jack used his body to push him face first into the intricately carved door.
Lucas realized he couldn’t move, not even when Jack freed one of his hands so he could lock the door. “Hey, some self-defense training they give you ambassadors!”
“Well, you wanted to be manhandled,” Jack whispered in his ear. “I just don’t think Mark should have the pleasure.”
“Oooh, Jack,” Lucas teased in a high-pitched voice, a little unsure of what was happening as he was still rather tightly pushed against the door, but willing to go along. This was quite a difference from Jack’s usual gentle and more passive nature, but Lucas’s body was reacting to his situation.
Suddenly Lucas felt his jacket being pulled off his shoulders to just above his elbows, making it even harder for him to move his arms. Jack pulled him away from the door with one hand on his neck and another holding his hands pinned to his back, marching him over to the desk.
Jack was rough with him and Lucas could feel the blood rushing to his cock as he was pushed against the front of the desk. Jack let go of his neck to push some of the paraphernalia on the top of the desk aside, sending papers twirling down the sides. Lucas also caught Jack placing the standard “family photo” facedown before returning the hand to his neck to push him down.
They were both breathing audibly now as Jack pulled Lucas’s hips away from the edge of the desk and fumbled in one trouser pocket, then the next. Lucas knew what Jack was looking for and decided to be helpful. “Briefcase, calculator pocket,” he mumbled.
“Stay put,” Jack ordered, his voice a little rough, as he went to get Lucas’s briefcase.
Lucas was not about to budge. He even kept his hands behind his back.
In no time, Jack was behind Lucas again. He placed the condom and lube right in front of Lucas’s face as he unbuttoned the young man’s trousers and tugged them down, not bothering to pull any further when they caught on Lucas’s spread legs.
The Brit could feel Jack’s hard-on grinding against his arse as the packet of lube was opened. He was going to get fucked, hard, over the Ambassador’s solid oak desk, while a madman was trying to blow up a car outside. Welcome to the Diplomatic Service!
Lucas inhaled sharply when the cold lube was smeared against his guardian muscle. Almost immediately a finger entered. “Go on, I can take another one, Jack,” Lucas moaned, breathing through his open mouth in an effort to stay as relaxed as possible. “God, I want you inside me, Jack.”
Suddenly, a knock at the door. Then another, more urgent than the first. “Mr. Ambassador?”
Mark’s voice. He was attempting to open the door.
Lucas closed his eyes and pursed his lips. Thank God Jack had the foresight to lock it.
The knocking stopped. They could hear the muffled voices behind the door. “Did they leave?” “No sir, I was at my desk the whole time. They’re probably totally focused on their discussions as usual. I swear that man goes completely deaf when he’s working.”
Lucas was afraid Jack was going to stop, but then he felt the fingers scissoring inside him and he opened his mouth again to breathe.
Jack leaned over to whisper in his ear. “If you want me to stop, I will.”
“Hell no!” Lucas answered, probably a bit too loudly. Realizing this he whispered, “I’m ready Jack, I can take it.”
Jack unzipped his pants and took the condom and what remained of the lube package from the desk. Then right after he shoved Lucas’s boxers under his buttocks, Jack entered him in one hard stroke.
They were both breathing hard; Lucas trying to accommodate the sharp burning feeling and Jack trying not to move to give his lover time to adjust.
Then the phone rang.
“Fuck,” Jack muttered.
“Hell yes!” was all Lucas managed to say. The burning feeling was subsiding and Lucas wanted Jack to start moving. Arching his back a bit, he pushed his buttocks back suggestively.
Jack got the message and started thrusting. “Ignore… it.”
“I… was… going… to.” Lucas answered, his voice a little strained. Jack was dishing out some hard thrusts and, jeez, it was good. He could barely move underneath Jack and the edge of the desk dug into his hipbones, but he didn’t care.
Jack let go of one of his wrists and Lucas managed to free his hand and grab the desk, knocking over a container of pencils and nearly sending the lamp crashing to the floor.
The phone was still ringing and they heard Mark’s voice shouting once again on the other side of the door.
“Wait just a minute…. I’m coming!” Jack answered, his voice tense.
Lucas knew he wasn’t going to last long. Jack was hitting all the right spots and his own bone hard cock was caught between his belly and the smoothly varnished desktop. His aching length was receiving ample friction, but it was only going to be a matter of time before the Secret Service agent would manage to open the door.
A ring of the phone, an incessant knock on the door, a thrust from Jack’s cock hitting his prostate, while the American was still holding one of his hands behind his back. Lucas was so close.
“Come for me, Lucas, come, baby,” Jack moaned in his ear.
“God, yes!”
Jack’s movements became more urgent and less coordinated at the same time Lucas felt his belly grow tight. When he felt Jack’s release accompanied by a low groan, it pushed him over the edge too, and he climaxed, stifling a cry as his legs gave way. Jack’s breath was warm against his neck and the American’s weight felt good against his back.
As he grew limp underneath Jack, he pulled his arm from between them and realized his shoulders were going to be sore in the morning. A small price to pay for so much pleasure.
The phone stopped ringing.
“Thank God for that,” Jack murmured as he pushed himself up.
The American walked around to the other side of the desk, still not altogether steady on his feet and popped a box of tissues on the table in front of Lucas. “We have to look presentable when they burst in here,” he stated apologetically, still a little breathless as he dropped into his chair.
Lucas smiled up at Jack and hoped his shirt had been more or less out of the way of his release. As he pushed himself away from the surface of the desk, he could tell from Jack’s face his hopes were in vain.
“It’s a good thing you do y
our own laundry now, Luke,” Jack chuckled as Lucas started wiping himself with a tissue.
The desk hadn’t entirely escaped unscathed either, and Jack gave it a wipe while Lucas tucked his shirt into his pants.
“So how do we look?” Lucas asked as he adjusted his tie.
Jack got up from the desk and grabbed Lucas so he could give him a passionate kiss. “Totally fuckable.” He smiled as he let go and walked over to the door. “I’m going to let Mark in, okay?”
Mark was right there when Jack opened the door.
“Everything okay?” Jack asked in his most professional voice.
Mark’s face showed he was a little unsure of exactly how to answer that question. “DOVO has sent a message to tell us the bomb was defused, sir. The lock-down is called off… with your permission, of course, sir.”
Both men watched Mark look around the room suspiciously.
“Will that be all, Mark?” Jack asked one hand still on the door.
“Yes, sir,” Mark said reluctantly, but he didn’t move from his spot.
Lucas could tell the Secret Service man didn’t entirely trust the situation, so he tossed him a question.
“Are we allowed to leave the office now?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Very well. Thank you for taking charge and staying on top of the situation. Wonderful job!” Jack stated, closing the door in Mark’s face.
Lucas moved behind him and tucked the back of Jack’s shirt in. “I’m glad you didn’t turn around.”
Jack turned and smiled at Lucas. “I thought he was never going to leave.”
“He was only doing his job,” Lucas teased.
“I bet he’s wondering why it’s me that gets to fuck you over a desk and not him,” Jack shot back.
“Oh gosh, I hope not!” Lucas answered. “Do you think he… knows?”
Jack’s face turned serious now too. “I can only hope his imagination doesn’t stretch that far.”
“Well, they might have heard the moaning.”
Jack looked slightly worried. “I think we can trust Mark and Mrs. Claessens to keep that to themselves.”