Act II
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Shit..
Was this Nick’s attempt at coming on to him? What should he say?
Or was Nick just joking?
Before he had time to silently query Nick’s opinion of his arse further, the younger man continued:
“I have to admit it, Dave.. ,” he said, looking up and twizzling a rogue hair on the carpet around his finger absently, “I was staring at it nearly all the way through your speech in the House of Commons today.”
His eyes darted back to David’s, a small smile curling his lips. He was the epitome disheveled, his hair in disarray. His shirt was slowly coming un-tucked from his trousers so that a hint of stomach was on show above his belt, and his collar was open just enough for David to see his collar bone.
As David watched him, he tried very very hard to keep himself from becoming completely hard there and then.
Drunk Nick was extremely sexy.
“Well..,” he stuttered, trying his very best to approach this as though it were a joke so as not to make a fool of himself if that was actually what this was, “I’m.. glad you find it so… pleasing?”
“’Pleasing’?” Nick scoffed, and propped himself up on his elbows. His voice adopted a hint of lechery, “You have no idea.. David, it’s the hic! it’s the nicest arse I’ve ever seen.. It was all I could do to not just go right ahead and grab it..”
“N-Nick.” David interrupted. For a joke, this was getting a little out-of-hand.
“What?” Nick tipped his head. He bit his lip in a playful manner, surveying the Prime Minister expectantly.
David breathed out slowly, and said, as calmly as he possibly could, “You’re making me uncomfortable.”
“Oh, I can see that.” Nick’s eyes narrowed.
Before he knew it, Nick had wrapped his hand around David’s wrist, and pulled him down, forcefully. He found himself falling, and the next thing he knew, he was lying right on top of Nick, arms splayed either side of his Deputy and their legs tangled together.
Double shit.
He desperately tried to figure out how to deal with the situation- what if someone found them like this?
But the quite irrefutable fact that he was pressed so close against Nick was making it very hard to concentrate.
“Hahaa..,” he heard Nick gurgle with laugher, “I should do that more often.... Oh!” He paused, and adjusted himself slightly underneath David’s weight.. David cringed.
Nick tittered, and said, adopting a sing-song voice:
“You’ve got a hard-onnn..”
“I-it-“ David tried to push himself up on his hands so that he might be able to get off him, but Nick immediately grabbed David’s tie and gripped it tight. In one swift movement, he managed to tip David over and straddle him in the middle of the carpet.
“Nick,” David begged, “please..”
“But David..,” Nick whispered. David felt what was, unmistakably, Nick’s own erection brushing against his stomach. “I’ve been waiting two goddamn weeks, and I can’t wait any longer...”
He ground his hips against David’s own, emitting a noise that sounded extremely similar to a purr.
David tried not to groan, as he became even more aroused. So Nick was serious.
“Two weeks..,” he muttered, the friction between their crotches growing more tantalizing by the second.
“Ever since you shook my hand on the doorstep..,” explained Nick, rubbing his own stomach and chest with his palms, “… I couldn’t stop thinking about it…. Fuck…”
He stopped moving his hips for a moment, and lowered a hand to David’s stomach. Slowly, he slid it down until it came to rest over David’s erection. A coquette smile emerged on his face.
“I knew it wasn’t just me..”
David winced, realising that he was finally at his breaking point. “Nngh..”
God.
Drunk Nick was a bitch.
Ack, sorry this was so late! Work has been a heowge pain recently, so I apologise. I'll be back with more soon!
ps. captcha: "restroom effort" HAHA ohdear..
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He was about to grin and say “I told you so, Daaaaave.”, but was stopped from doing so rather abruptly by David’s lips crashing against his own. He slid a hand around the back of David’s head, and kissed back hungrily as David undid the last button and slid his hands under the material of Nick’s shirt and glided over his bare skin. Nick grabbed at the lapels of David’s jacket, attempting to slide it off his shoulders. Registering this, David stopped kissing him for a moment and slid his arms out of the jacket, throwing it on the sofa.
When he looked back down at Nick, it was like looking at a murder scene. Nick was now about ten times more disheveled than he previously had been, his rumpled shirt barely clinging on to his arms, lips well-kissed and slightly parted, and eyes narrow and showing desperation for more physical attention. David was sure that he should have felt a little more guilt for canoodling his Deputy so thoroughly, but the way Nick squirmed wantingly beneath him and softly cried his name made any feelings of regret vanish immediately.
Horny didn’t cut it. What David felt was pure sacrilegious lechery.
He got up, helping Nick to follow suit by heaving him up by his sleeve. They stood, entwined and intimate, arms tight around eachother and pressing soft kisses to eachother’s mouths, necks and jawbones.
The next thing he knew, David was pressing Nick against the wall of the office and vehemently kissing his mouth. He felt Nick undo the button on his trousers and slide his fly open, releasing David’s rigid cock a little from the restricting material. His hand wandered over the erection in his boxers, rubbing it in smooth movements.
David groaned. “Don’t have.. lube..,” he muttered, unwillingly pulling his lips away from Nick’s own. Nick shook his head, nigh-breathless from the furious kissing. “I got it,” he murmured.
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He fell to his knees, undoing his own fly and pulling down his trousers releasing his own erection with a sigh of relief. He then pulled David’s cock out from his boxers and stroked it. David winced at the sudden contact of skin upon skin. The younger man enveloped the tip in his mouth and sucked gently, sending hot shivers down the Prime Minister’s spine and causing him to utter a quiet exclamation:
“Ahnn..”
Nick paused for a second and slid a couple of his fingers in his mouth, other hand still stroking David slowly. After a few moments he removed his them, now shining and wet, and tentatively slid them into his entrance. He moved them in gentle motions, producing small noises of pleasure each time he hit his good spot. Absorbed, David watched him. Exactly how many times had Nick done this before?
Fingers still pumping into his entrance in a quickening rhythm, Nick continued to lick David’s cock until he had David full in his mouth and sucking him expertly as though he’d been doing it all his life. It felt glorious.
David began to panic- he could feel himself dangerously near to his climax… And he hadn’t even sucked Nick off yet.
However, as though Nick had heard his thoughts, he stopped and pulled back from David’s waist, wiping his mouth and sitting back on his haunches. He licked his lips, and met David’s eyes. “Where should we…?”
David looked around. “Desk?”
Nick nodded, and got to his feet. He grabbed David’s sleeve and pulled him to the desk, upon which he sat and positioned David between his legs. He brought their mouths together in a kiss once again, only this time, it was slow and deep, as though they were putting every ounce of concentration into exploring eachother’s mouths with their tongues. Nick raised his hands to David’s collar and tried to undo his tie, fumbling with the knot. After a few seconds of this, he stopped kissing and looked at it in disbelief, pulling at it helplessly. “What is this?” He demanded, indignant, “A quadruple windsor?!”
David laughed and batted Nick’s hands away, undoing the tie himself and throwing it on the sofa with his suit jacket. Nick cleared his throat, and said, resentfully, “Well… I would have been able to do that if I wasn’t d-ahh, shit..”
David slid his palm over the tip of Nick’s cock and placed his other hand on the desk beside Nick’s hip, pressing wet kisses against his neck. Nick bucked his hips slightly with each stroke, gritting his teeth and fighting back the moans of satisfaction. “A-ah.. Stop, or I’ll..,” he whimpered. David nodded in comprehension. “Okay..,” he whispered.
He rested his chin on Nick’s shoulder, entering into him slowly and savoring every moment of the beautiful feeling that overtook him as he began to move. He rocked his hips, faster and faster, Nick grunting and moaning as his cock drove into his pleasure zone repeatedly.
When David came, Nick followed within a few seconds of him, letting out a strangled cry and gripping onto David’s shoulders as the climax overwhelmed him. David clenched his teeth and breathed out slowly, collapsing on top of Nick.
“Fuck….,” muttered Nick, “.. for a second.. I really thought you weren’t going to do it.”
After they had gotten their breath back, they kissed once more, and got dressed.
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