Interlude: First Noel (The Executive Office #1.5)

by Tal Bauer

They stayed in bed almost all day on Saturday. Ethan woke first, teasing Jack awake with a sloppy blowjob, until Jack’s fingers gripped his hair and tugged as he came. He reciprocated, Ethan ripping Jack’s bedsheets free from the corners of the mattress. Later, Ethan grabbed his new coffee cup for them to share, bringing it back to bed along with the teddy bear and the photobook. They went through each page, every photo, reminiscing about their building friendship and their secretive relationship, and when they had to hide that they were dating while still working in the West Wing. Clearly, in hindsight, they had done a piss-poor job hiding everything. It was all there in the way they looked at each other. How they stood a little too close. Ethan’s hands lingering on Jack’s back or his shoulder, or their smiles and gazes hanging for just a bit too long. Captured forever in official White House photos. Jack’s playful selfies of them both made Ethan’s heart want to burst. Moments he remembered. Moments when Jack had taken a picture without him knowing. Even though they wanted to ignore the world, and have the world ignore them for just one day, Jack was still the president and there was still an invasion only days away. Jack took phone calls, totally naked in bed, while Ethan slipped into the bathroom. He came back and nuzzled Jack’s hip, kissed his belly, and laid his head on Jack’s thigh. Jack’s eyes blazed, burning as his fingers ran through Ethan’s hair as he talked thro...