Strange Bedfellows (crossover, Harold Saxon/Sam Seaborn, NC-18)
Title: Strange Bedfellows
Author: von_gelmini
Fandom: Doctor Who - West Wing crossover
Characters: Harold Saxon/Sam Seaborn
Rating: NC-18
WordCount: 2830
Summary: Sam thinks he can help Saxon polish his image.
Written for the prompt: Harold Saxon/ anyone except Lucy or the Doctor I would love any fic about Harold Saxon’s rise to power. On sizeofthatthing, post 2 page 11. And for sound_of_drums, table 6, prompt #5: Blind.
Strange Bedfellows
Sam Seaborn was out of politics and was enjoying his career as a lawyer. So it quite surprised him when, after watching a profile of Harold Saxon, candidate for British Prime Minister, that he felt drawn to it again. He knew little of the inner workings of party politics in England, but despite that, he knew he could help Saxon. Having him as PM of America’s premier ally could only help things in the States.
He sought out every article, every fact, and every interview he could find about the man. Not since Jeb Bartlett had he seen a politician who could command the affections of his electorate. The man was a talented speaker, and obviously had a fantastic speech writing staff, but there were little things that were still off-putting about Saxon. Sam thought he could help with that.
He’d checked with some friends in the Obama administration to make certain. While the President couldn’t publically support one candidate or another in England’s election, they assured him that the President was hoping Saxon would win. That confirmation was all he needed. He called Saxon’s campaign manager and set an appointment.
Exiting the taxi in front of Saxon campaign headquarters in London, he noted the crowd in and around the building. People were volunteering to help by the dozens. Sam hadn’t realized when he was back in the States, just how incredibly popular Saxon was. A bright, cheerful woman met him and led him to Saxon’s office.
“Sam!” Saxon said profusely. “I may call you Sam, right?”
“Of course so, sir,” he said, shaking the candidate’s hand. “Thanks so much for seeing me.”
Saxon motioned to a chair in front of his desk and Sam sat. Saxon perched on the edge of the desk in front of him. “I checked into you, Sam. You were one of Bartlett’s best. Actually you wrote one of my favorite speeches of his. So, Sam, what did you want to see me about?”
The charm radiating off the man was flustering and Sam, for the first time in his life, found himself without words. He recovered quickly, though. “I think you have a fantastic communications staff, but I think I could help. Polishing a few things, knocking the edges off your image, sir.”
“But you’re American, why would you be interested in British politics?” Saxon asked, leaning a little closer and cocking his head to the side.
“I believe having you as PM would only benefit President Obama. And off the record, my connections in his staff agree.” He reached into his briefcase and brought up some papers. “I did this on the flight over. Something you could use to address concerns the public has on your position on defense build-up.” He held the sheet out for Saxon.
As he took the page, his fingers brushed along Sam’s, sending a frisson straight to his crotch. His reaction to such a casual touch shocked him. It’s not that he couldn’t appreciate male beauty, but he was most definitely straight. He’d never gotten a chill like that from a man.
After reading the speech, Saxon looked him in the eye. Something about that stare transfixed him and he fought back a tiny gasp. “You’re very good, Sam,” Saxon said, a barely seductive hint in his voice. “I think I need you...” Pause. “...on my staff.” He reached out and clasped Sam’s arm. “Welcome aboard, Mr. Seaborn.”
Saxon smiled at him and Sam hadn’t felt prouder. He knew would follow that smile to the ends of the Earth. “Thank you, sir.”
“Collins will get you settled in, but I’d like to meet with you tonight after supper to discuss a few things.” Saxon fixed him with his gaze again. “Can you come by the house, say around ten? I know it’s late and you’re probably jetlagged...”
“No, no,” Sam said. “I’m fine. I know how busy you must be. If that’s when you can fit me in, I’ll be glad to come then.”
“Splendid!” Saxon said, standing.
Sam stood and Saxon put his arm around his shoulders as he led him to the door. The weight of it draped there was distracting in a very erotic way. He fought back the image of Saxon tightening that arm, pulling him into an embrace. He faltered.
“I’ll see you then,” Saxon said.
The aide, Collins, showed him to the PR department and introduced him to Saxon’s staff. He spent the day getting acquainted with them, the campaign, and British politics. By evening though, the jet lag was really starting to get to him. He went to supper with his new colleagues, but though he was hungry, he just couldn’t eat. His stomach was full of butterflies and he kept checking his watch. He tried to let the work distract him.
Supper ended late and after a quick trip to his hotel to shower and change, he headed to his meeting with Saxon. Mrs. Saxon led him to her husband’s office. She was stunning and gracious, one of Saxon’s best campaign assets.
“So glad you could make it, Sam,” Saxon said, shutting the door behind his wife.
“Happy to,” he said, shaking his hand. Saxon held the cool, firm grip just a moment too long and Sam found himself missing the touch after he’d let go.
Saxon took off his jacket, loosened his tie, and opened his collar. Sitting on the long black leather sofa, he motioned for Sam to sit at the other end. “Tell me about yourself, Sam.”
Not what he’d imagined to be the topic of conversation, Sam blinked and shifted gears. “Well, I’m from California, magna cum laude from Princeton, worked on the Bartlett campaign and...”
Saxon interrupted, with an impatient wave of his hand. “I know all that.” He looked at Sam with that intense stare that made him feel like he was the only person in the whole world. Saxon shifted closer. “Tell me about you.”
Without knowing why, Sam began telling him about his dedication to public service, his hopes and ideals and visions of the future, about his personal life. Rambling on, certain he must be boring Saxon at worst, at best simply wasting his time. But Saxon’s intent look and obvious attention kept him talking. He hadn’t noticed that the candidate had managed to be sitting right next to him until he felt that cool hand press on his thigh.
Sam shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Sir?”
“Yes, Sam,” Saxon said softly, seductively. His hand crept farther up his thigh. “Is there a problem?”
He swallowed nervously. He was frightened by his desire, by his response to Saxon’s nearness, to that hand moving closer, stroking along his inner thigh. “No, sir. Not if you mean what I think you do.”
Saxon gave him a Cheshire Cat smile. “Indeed I do,” he said, his hand finally making it up to stroke Sam’s tumescence through his trousers. “You are a very handsome man.”
“Thank you, Mr. Saxon,” he said with a gasp.
Saxon gave a little pout. “Harry, please.”
“Harry,” Sam said, with a sigh. He was uncertain what to do next, so he let Harry take the lead he was obviously used to.
“I’d love to see more of that California tan.” Saxon leaned over and kissed him. “Stand up and get undressed for me.”
Sam stood and nervously removed his jacket and tie. He started to unbutton his shirt feeling Saxon hotly watching his every move, following his fingers and lingering on his chest. Sam licked his lips and started to strip, consciously tempting Saxon’s gaze, the way Laurie would do for him sometimes.
Saxon smiled at the seductive change. He loosened his belt and unfastened his pants. Raising his hips from the sofa, he slid them and his boxers off. Sam looked brazenly at his erection. He couldn’t fathom why he was so attracted to Harry, but he knew that all he wanted to do was satisfy that cock. He shrugged out of his shirt
“Very nice,” Saxon said, languidly stroking his cock. “Let’s see the rest,” he leered.
Sam blushed. Actually blushed, he thought in disbelief, causing him to blush even more. Clumsily he took his pants off, fumbling with his socks and shoes. Standing up, he was surprised at his own erection, but there it was, demandingly hard with desire for another man. Saxon twirled his finger around in a circle. Sam slowly turned, displaying himself, letting Harry take a good look at his behind. He reached both hands back and slid them slowly from the small of his back down to caress his ass, before turning around.
Saxon had opened his shirt and sight of the white fabric draping along the sides of his chest turned Sam on immensely. He looked down to Saxon’s cock, watching as he stroked it, sliding the head in and out of his foreskin. Sam was cut and he’d never even seen a guy who wasn’t. It was such a blatantly erotic sight, watching the shiny, slick head emerging then disappearing again. He desperately wanted to see what it felt like. He stepped forward and dropped to his knees between Saxon’s legs.
Reaching out, he replaced Saxon’s hand with his own. He mimicked the other man’s motions, watching with fascination as the foreskin moved with the strokes of his hand. He wanted to feel it in his mouth. He looked up at Harry and with his small nod, Sam leaned forward and took the head of his cock into his mouth. He let his tongue explore the difference between them, sucking on the foreskin, pulling it gently with his lips, pushing it down with his mouth, his tongue tracing along the line it made beneath the head of Saxon’s cock. His eyes twinkled at the groan he’d drawn from the man. He did it again and was again rewarded.
“Not bad for your first time,” Harry said, stroking his head. Sam squirmed in pleasure and the compliment. “Enough of that, though.” Sam reluctantly took his mouth off Harry’s cock. “There’s lube in the top left drawer of my desk. Go get it.”
Sam returned quickly with the small bottle. He wanted Harry to fuck him, but it frightened him. Other than Laurie’s finger - which had felt good - he’d never had anything or anyone in his ass. He knew that some of the women he’d been with really enjoyed it when he’d taken them that way, but most didn’t.
Saxon pointed to the spot between his legs and Sam knelt there again. “Put some in your hand and slick up my cock, Sam. Get it ready for your lovely arse.”
Sam closed his eyes a moment and shuddered with pleasure at the thought of Saxon’s cock up his ‘arse’. He squeezed a large quantity the lube into his hand. He definitely wanted it to be very slick as it entered him.
“Rub your hands together. Warm it up,” Saxon instructed.
Sam rubbed his hands together until the gel felt warm in them, and then he slid both hands around the shaft of Saxon’s cock. He slicked the lube over it until it was coated in a smooth layer, as thick as he could get it.
Saxon laughed. “Scared?”
Sam nodded.
“Want it?”
“Yes!” Sam said breathily, drawing another laugh from the other man.
“Turn around.” On his knees, Sam turned. “Take what’s left on your hand and put it on yourself.”
Again blushing, Sam reached back and parted his cheeks, sliding his hand in his crack.
“Put your finger in. Get your arsehole nice and ready for me.”
Sam bent forward, holding himself up with one hand. With the other, he did what Saxon told him to do. His ass was tight and it hurt when he put his finger in, even though it was slick with lube. He sucked in a breath between his teeth.
“I do love a nice tight virgin arse.” Saxon said with glee.
He had to stop this silly blushing, Sam thought. He slid some more lube painfully into his ass, looking over his shoulder at Saxon’s cock. His eyes widened. It was going to hurt... bad. He couldn’t believe that he still wanted it so much. The thought of that cock plunging in and out of his ass made it twitch around his finger. He moved his finger inside of him, and he had to admit, now that it wasn’t so painful, it did feel good.
“Put another finger in. Fuck yourself.”
Sam winced and cried out a little as he pushed a second finger into his ass. He moved his hand back and forth, fucking himself for Saxon’s pleasure. That thought chased away the pain, replacing it with the desire to please. He watched Saxon slide off the sofa, kneeling behind him. Saxon pushed Sam’s hand out of the way, taking his fingers out of his ass. The other hand was cold on his warm back, and pressed his chest down to the floor, leaving his ass high in the air.
“I’m not sorry to say, but this is going to hurt.”
Sam felt the blunt head of Saxon’s cock press against his asshole, easing in slowly, spreading the muscle. It hurt, but not that bad, Sam thought. And then the thought was driven right out of his mind. He screamed loudly as Saxon quickly drove his cock into Sam’s ass. Harry held himself still, letting Sam adjust to the fullness and the pain.
“Best to get it over with. Now the fun can begin.”
He couldn’t imagine this becoming fun. It hurt so much. He’d always been slow and gentle with the girls when he fucked their ass. He’d imagined Harry doing the same, but he knew he shouldn’t have. There was a wild ferocity about the other man. As he thought about Saxon, imagining what he looked like, buried to the hilt in him, he felt himself loosening around his cock.
“Reach down and give yourself wank, Sam,” Saxon said. “It’ll make it easier.”
Sam snaked his arm underneath him and took his cock in his hand. With Harry just holding still like that it wasn’t long before he was hard again. He felt Harry move, sliding within him, then he began to thrust in short, slow strokes. Sam tried to match them with his hand. And eventually he noticed that it didn’t hurt so much anymore. In fact, it was starting to feel good.
As he loosened and his cock strained hard underneath him, Sam began to moan. He moved his ass in circles around Harry’s cock, pushing back to meet every thrust. God, it felt wonderful, then painful again as Harry moved faster, then wonderful again as his hand worked himself into the new rhythm. He slicked his pre-come over the head of his cock, the sensation sending hard shudders through his body. He heard Harry groan.
“Make yourself come. Make yourself come with my cock up your arse.”
Sam jerked himself faster. His hips rocked back and forth as Harry drove into him harder. Soon, he was crying out and his come spilled onto the carpet beneath him.
Harry grabbed his hips pulling him tight against him with each deep thrust until he came inside of Sam’s ass. A moment’s worry passed in him as he realized that he hadn’t used a condom, but as a candidate for PM, he would’ve had to have been okay. The worry was driven from him as he felt Harry’s cock slide from his ass. The ache of his emptiness was overwhelming.
He heard Harry get back on the sofa and he rolled onto his hip, looking at him. He would’ve sat, but he was sure that it would hurt.
Harry was sitting, leaning back, both arms stretched along the back of the sofa. A smug grin played on his face. “Not cherry anymore, are you? It’s going to be fun working with you, Sam.” He stood and gathered his suit in his arm. Walking naked to the door of his office, he looked back at Sam. “Meeting adjourned,” he said with a chuckle. “See you in the morning.” He opened the door and walked out, leaving it open behind him, leaving Sam exposed to anyone who might pass by.
Shaking the post-coital cobwebs from his mind, Sam quickly gathered his clothes and dressed behind the door. Trying to straighten himself out, he went into the foyer. A maid told him that a car was ready to take him back to his hotel. She couldn’t meet his eye. She must have heard everything. How rumors hadn’t gotten out about Harry, he couldn’t figure.
Sitting in the car as it drove through the streets of London was uncomfortable, but the discomfort reminded him of Harry’s cock in his ass. He settled into the ache with a smile.
Author: von_gelmini
Fandom: Doctor Who - West Wing crossover
Characters: Harold Saxon/Sam Seaborn
Rating: NC-18
WordCount: 2830
Summary: Sam thinks he can help Saxon polish his image.
Written for the prompt: Harold Saxon/ anyone except Lucy or the Doctor I would love any fic about Harold Saxon’s rise to power. On sizeofthatthing, post 2 page 11. And for sound_of_drums, table 6, prompt #5: Blind.
Strange Bedfellows
Sam Seaborn was out of politics and was enjoying his career as a lawyer. So it quite surprised him when, after watching a profile of Harold Saxon, candidate for British Prime Minister, that he felt drawn to it again. He knew little of the inner workings of party politics in England, but despite that, he knew he could help Saxon. Having him as PM of America’s premier ally could only help things in the States.
He sought out every article, every fact, and every interview he could find about the man. Not since Jeb Bartlett had he seen a politician who could command the affections of his electorate. The man was a talented speaker, and obviously had a fantastic speech writing staff, but there were little things that were still off-putting about Saxon. Sam thought he could help with that.
He’d checked with some friends in the Obama administration to make certain. While the President couldn’t publically support one candidate or another in England’s election, they assured him that the President was hoping Saxon would win. That confirmation was all he needed. He called Saxon’s campaign manager and set an appointment.
Exiting the taxi in front of Saxon campaign headquarters in London, he noted the crowd in and around the building. People were volunteering to help by the dozens. Sam hadn’t realized when he was back in the States, just how incredibly popular Saxon was. A bright, cheerful woman met him and led him to Saxon’s office.
“Sam!” Saxon said profusely. “I may call you Sam, right?”
“Of course so, sir,” he said, shaking the candidate’s hand. “Thanks so much for seeing me.”
Saxon motioned to a chair in front of his desk and Sam sat. Saxon perched on the edge of the desk in front of him. “I checked into you, Sam. You were one of Bartlett’s best. Actually you wrote one of my favorite speeches of his. So, Sam, what did you want to see me about?”
The charm radiating off the man was flustering and Sam, for the first time in his life, found himself without words. He recovered quickly, though. “I think you have a fantastic communications staff, but I think I could help. Polishing a few things, knocking the edges off your image, sir.”
“But you’re American, why would you be interested in British politics?” Saxon asked, leaning a little closer and cocking his head to the side.
“I believe having you as PM would only benefit President Obama. And off the record, my connections in his staff agree.” He reached into his briefcase and brought up some papers. “I did this on the flight over. Something you could use to address concerns the public has on your position on defense build-up.” He held the sheet out for Saxon.
As he took the page, his fingers brushed along Sam’s, sending a frisson straight to his crotch. His reaction to such a casual touch shocked him. It’s not that he couldn’t appreciate male beauty, but he was most definitely straight. He’d never gotten a chill like that from a man.
After reading the speech, Saxon looked him in the eye. Something about that stare transfixed him and he fought back a tiny gasp. “You’re very good, Sam,” Saxon said, a barely seductive hint in his voice. “I think I need you...” Pause. “...on my staff.” He reached out and clasped Sam’s arm. “Welcome aboard, Mr. Seaborn.”
Saxon smiled at him and Sam hadn’t felt prouder. He knew would follow that smile to the ends of the Earth. “Thank you, sir.”
“Collins will get you settled in, but I’d like to meet with you tonight after supper to discuss a few things.” Saxon fixed him with his gaze again. “Can you come by the house, say around ten? I know it’s late and you’re probably jetlagged...”
“No, no,” Sam said. “I’m fine. I know how busy you must be. If that’s when you can fit me in, I’ll be glad to come then.”
“Splendid!” Saxon said, standing.
Sam stood and Saxon put his arm around his shoulders as he led him to the door. The weight of it draped there was distracting in a very erotic way. He fought back the image of Saxon tightening that arm, pulling him into an embrace. He faltered.
“I’ll see you then,” Saxon said.
The aide, Collins, showed him to the PR department and introduced him to Saxon’s staff. He spent the day getting acquainted with them, the campaign, and British politics. By evening though, the jet lag was really starting to get to him. He went to supper with his new colleagues, but though he was hungry, he just couldn’t eat. His stomach was full of butterflies and he kept checking his watch. He tried to let the work distract him.
Supper ended late and after a quick trip to his hotel to shower and change, he headed to his meeting with Saxon. Mrs. Saxon led him to her husband’s office. She was stunning and gracious, one of Saxon’s best campaign assets.
“So glad you could make it, Sam,” Saxon said, shutting the door behind his wife.
“Happy to,” he said, shaking his hand. Saxon held the cool, firm grip just a moment too long and Sam found himself missing the touch after he’d let go.
Saxon took off his jacket, loosened his tie, and opened his collar. Sitting on the long black leather sofa, he motioned for Sam to sit at the other end. “Tell me about yourself, Sam.”
Not what he’d imagined to be the topic of conversation, Sam blinked and shifted gears. “Well, I’m from California, magna cum laude from Princeton, worked on the Bartlett campaign and...”
Saxon interrupted, with an impatient wave of his hand. “I know all that.” He looked at Sam with that intense stare that made him feel like he was the only person in the whole world. Saxon shifted closer. “Tell me about you.”
Without knowing why, Sam began telling him about his dedication to public service, his hopes and ideals and visions of the future, about his personal life. Rambling on, certain he must be boring Saxon at worst, at best simply wasting his time. But Saxon’s intent look and obvious attention kept him talking. He hadn’t noticed that the candidate had managed to be sitting right next to him until he felt that cool hand press on his thigh.
Sam shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Sir?”
“Yes, Sam,” Saxon said softly, seductively. His hand crept farther up his thigh. “Is there a problem?”
He swallowed nervously. He was frightened by his desire, by his response to Saxon’s nearness, to that hand moving closer, stroking along his inner thigh. “No, sir. Not if you mean what I think you do.”
Saxon gave him a Cheshire Cat smile. “Indeed I do,” he said, his hand finally making it up to stroke Sam’s tumescence through his trousers. “You are a very handsome man.”
“Thank you, Mr. Saxon,” he said with a gasp.
Saxon gave a little pout. “Harry, please.”
“Harry,” Sam said, with a sigh. He was uncertain what to do next, so he let Harry take the lead he was obviously used to.
“I’d love to see more of that California tan.” Saxon leaned over and kissed him. “Stand up and get undressed for me.”
Sam stood and nervously removed his jacket and tie. He started to unbutton his shirt feeling Saxon hotly watching his every move, following his fingers and lingering on his chest. Sam licked his lips and started to strip, consciously tempting Saxon’s gaze, the way Laurie would do for him sometimes.
Saxon smiled at the seductive change. He loosened his belt and unfastened his pants. Raising his hips from the sofa, he slid them and his boxers off. Sam looked brazenly at his erection. He couldn’t fathom why he was so attracted to Harry, but he knew that all he wanted to do was satisfy that cock. He shrugged out of his shirt
“Very nice,” Saxon said, languidly stroking his cock. “Let’s see the rest,” he leered.
Sam blushed. Actually blushed, he thought in disbelief, causing him to blush even more. Clumsily he took his pants off, fumbling with his socks and shoes. Standing up, he was surprised at his own erection, but there it was, demandingly hard with desire for another man. Saxon twirled his finger around in a circle. Sam slowly turned, displaying himself, letting Harry take a good look at his behind. He reached both hands back and slid them slowly from the small of his back down to caress his ass, before turning around.
Saxon had opened his shirt and sight of the white fabric draping along the sides of his chest turned Sam on immensely. He looked down to Saxon’s cock, watching as he stroked it, sliding the head in and out of his foreskin. Sam was cut and he’d never even seen a guy who wasn’t. It was such a blatantly erotic sight, watching the shiny, slick head emerging then disappearing again. He desperately wanted to see what it felt like. He stepped forward and dropped to his knees between Saxon’s legs.
Reaching out, he replaced Saxon’s hand with his own. He mimicked the other man’s motions, watching with fascination as the foreskin moved with the strokes of his hand. He wanted to feel it in his mouth. He looked up at Harry and with his small nod, Sam leaned forward and took the head of his cock into his mouth. He let his tongue explore the difference between them, sucking on the foreskin, pulling it gently with his lips, pushing it down with his mouth, his tongue tracing along the line it made beneath the head of Saxon’s cock. His eyes twinkled at the groan he’d drawn from the man. He did it again and was again rewarded.
“Not bad for your first time,” Harry said, stroking his head. Sam squirmed in pleasure and the compliment. “Enough of that, though.” Sam reluctantly took his mouth off Harry’s cock. “There’s lube in the top left drawer of my desk. Go get it.”
Sam returned quickly with the small bottle. He wanted Harry to fuck him, but it frightened him. Other than Laurie’s finger - which had felt good - he’d never had anything or anyone in his ass. He knew that some of the women he’d been with really enjoyed it when he’d taken them that way, but most didn’t.
Saxon pointed to the spot between his legs and Sam knelt there again. “Put some in your hand and slick up my cock, Sam. Get it ready for your lovely arse.”
Sam closed his eyes a moment and shuddered with pleasure at the thought of Saxon’s cock up his ‘arse’. He squeezed a large quantity the lube into his hand. He definitely wanted it to be very slick as it entered him.
“Rub your hands together. Warm it up,” Saxon instructed.
Sam rubbed his hands together until the gel felt warm in them, and then he slid both hands around the shaft of Saxon’s cock. He slicked the lube over it until it was coated in a smooth layer, as thick as he could get it.
Saxon laughed. “Scared?”
Sam nodded.
“Want it?”
“Yes!” Sam said breathily, drawing another laugh from the other man.
“Turn around.” On his knees, Sam turned. “Take what’s left on your hand and put it on yourself.”
Again blushing, Sam reached back and parted his cheeks, sliding his hand in his crack.
“Put your finger in. Get your arsehole nice and ready for me.”
Sam bent forward, holding himself up with one hand. With the other, he did what Saxon told him to do. His ass was tight and it hurt when he put his finger in, even though it was slick with lube. He sucked in a breath between his teeth.
“I do love a nice tight virgin arse.” Saxon said with glee.
He had to stop this silly blushing, Sam thought. He slid some more lube painfully into his ass, looking over his shoulder at Saxon’s cock. His eyes widened. It was going to hurt... bad. He couldn’t believe that he still wanted it so much. The thought of that cock plunging in and out of his ass made it twitch around his finger. He moved his finger inside of him, and he had to admit, now that it wasn’t so painful, it did feel good.
“Put another finger in. Fuck yourself.”
Sam winced and cried out a little as he pushed a second finger into his ass. He moved his hand back and forth, fucking himself for Saxon’s pleasure. That thought chased away the pain, replacing it with the desire to please. He watched Saxon slide off the sofa, kneeling behind him. Saxon pushed Sam’s hand out of the way, taking his fingers out of his ass. The other hand was cold on his warm back, and pressed his chest down to the floor, leaving his ass high in the air.
“I’m not sorry to say, but this is going to hurt.”
Sam felt the blunt head of Saxon’s cock press against his asshole, easing in slowly, spreading the muscle. It hurt, but not that bad, Sam thought. And then the thought was driven right out of his mind. He screamed loudly as Saxon quickly drove his cock into Sam’s ass. Harry held himself still, letting Sam adjust to the fullness and the pain.
“Best to get it over with. Now the fun can begin.”
He couldn’t imagine this becoming fun. It hurt so much. He’d always been slow and gentle with the girls when he fucked their ass. He’d imagined Harry doing the same, but he knew he shouldn’t have. There was a wild ferocity about the other man. As he thought about Saxon, imagining what he looked like, buried to the hilt in him, he felt himself loosening around his cock.
“Reach down and give yourself wank, Sam,” Saxon said. “It’ll make it easier.”
Sam snaked his arm underneath him and took his cock in his hand. With Harry just holding still like that it wasn’t long before he was hard again. He felt Harry move, sliding within him, then he began to thrust in short, slow strokes. Sam tried to match them with his hand. And eventually he noticed that it didn’t hurt so much anymore. In fact, it was starting to feel good.
As he loosened and his cock strained hard underneath him, Sam began to moan. He moved his ass in circles around Harry’s cock, pushing back to meet every thrust. God, it felt wonderful, then painful again as Harry moved faster, then wonderful again as his hand worked himself into the new rhythm. He slicked his pre-come over the head of his cock, the sensation sending hard shudders through his body. He heard Harry groan.
“Make yourself come. Make yourself come with my cock up your arse.”
Sam jerked himself faster. His hips rocked back and forth as Harry drove into him harder. Soon, he was crying out and his come spilled onto the carpet beneath him.
Harry grabbed his hips pulling him tight against him with each deep thrust until he came inside of Sam’s ass. A moment’s worry passed in him as he realized that he hadn’t used a condom, but as a candidate for PM, he would’ve had to have been okay. The worry was driven from him as he felt Harry’s cock slide from his ass. The ache of his emptiness was overwhelming.
He heard Harry get back on the sofa and he rolled onto his hip, looking at him. He would’ve sat, but he was sure that it would hurt.
Harry was sitting, leaning back, both arms stretched along the back of the sofa. A smug grin played on his face. “Not cherry anymore, are you? It’s going to be fun working with you, Sam.” He stood and gathered his suit in his arm. Walking naked to the door of his office, he looked back at Sam. “Meeting adjourned,” he said with a chuckle. “See you in the morning.” He opened the door and walked out, leaving it open behind him, leaving Sam exposed to anyone who might pass by.
Shaking the post-coital cobwebs from his mind, Sam quickly gathered his clothes and dressed behind the door. Trying to straighten himself out, he went into the foyer. A maid told him that a car was ready to take him back to his hotel. She couldn’t meet his eye. She must have heard everything. How rumors hadn’t gotten out about Harry, he couldn’t figure.
Sitting in the car as it drove through the streets of London was uncomfortable, but the discomfort reminded him of Harry’s cock in his ass. He settled into the ache with a smile.