Chapter 13

Chapter 13

The wait outside wasn’t long, but long enough for Reagan to roll Eva’s idea around his head a few times. If he was giving advice to someone running for office he would have done the same. At this point in the campaign he would have hand picked just the right woman himself to stand at his side for the cameras. It wasn’t that he ever had a hard time pulling a girl, but he’d never really put effort into maintaining a relationship, and that was always something the conservative press often asked about. Contrary to public opinion, he didn't see a connection between marriage, and being a successful politician. After all most of them weren’t faithful, and if you weren’t faithful, what was even the point. Still, it was needed to help bring the average American to the polls to vote in his favor, so it was something he would have to endure, whether he liked it or not, and right then, he really didn’t like it.

Eva brushed some lint from Reagan’s shoulder, and then gripped him by the arms, looking him right in the eye.

“I’m just trying to do what’s right for this campaign. You know that, right?” Before Eva got a response her brother’s sports car pulled up right next to them. “Right on time.” she said, realizing that while Reagan might be off to relax, her plate was still full.

The young professional opened the passenger door, while a completely defeated Reagan dutifully took the open seat, and stared out into the distance, emotionally drained. Through the window, greeted her sibling.

“Hey, big brother! I hope you’ve got a wonderful evening planned for my girl.”

“Of course,” he replied, “and she’s my girl.” that last bit followed by a sharp poke of the tongue.

Cocking her head to the side, Eva grinned. “I can agree to shared custody, Now, you two, be good.” she said, giggling. The two hadn’t shared a playful interaction like that in years, but since he’d come back into the picture, they were finding their report once again.

After Eva backed out of the window, Elias turned his attention to the beautiful creature he had fast grown enamored with in the passenger seat.

“And now you’re all mine, gorgeous.” he said with a wink, “Leaning over, he kissed Reagan firmly on the lips, snapping him back from his stupor, as his eyes went wide, meanwhile a flurry of flashbulbs went off in the bushes behind them. As they drove away, Eva smiled to herself, knowing she’d probably just averted yet another crisis. Before the next election, there would definitely be discussion of a raise.

Reagan’s body went stiff as he felt the man’s lips touch his own inflated pair. His skin crawled at the touch, and whatever was left in his stomach from his meager lunch threatened to come back up at the surprise. It was only the presence of the press that kept Reagan from shoving him back and punching him in the jaw. In reality Reagan wasn’t a fighter. As a boy, physical confrontation was rarely the path he chose. He could decimate people a dozen other ways. That didn’t stop the kiss from feeling like a full-on ****, and suppressing his fight of flight reflex took everything he had. As much as he wanted to sock Elias in the face, he equally wanted to fling himself from the vehicle.

Reagan placed one hand gently on Elias’ chest as the other reached behind to run his long nails through the man’s hair, all while turning his head just enough to return the kiss. He closed his eyes, trying to imagine it was somebody else - somebody without a cock between their legs, but Elias’ once smooth face now was thick with stubble, making it impossible. When Elias pulled back, a small shudder ran through the feminized man, grateful they’d finally left the cameras behind.

‘Shit I need to get laid.’ he thought to himself, wondering if there was such a sex-worker trustworthy enough to swing by his apartment and not sell the story to the press.

A short drive later, the sports car revved into the parking lot of Reagan’s complex. The blonde went to exit, but struggled with the seatbelt buckle, while his unwanted date had already darted around the car and was holding the door open like a proper gentleman. He leaned in and reached his arm around the object of his affections, though only for just a moment, unclasping the latch, and respectfully offering a hand.

“Sorry, the imports are a bit tricky if you’re not used to them.”

The entire time the two were mere inches apart, Reagan could feel Elias’ breath against his cheek. He didn’t want it to feel good, but like the rest of his life since the hacker struck, what he wanted didn’t seem to matter much at all. It wasn’t Elias specifically. Reagan had been with a woman at least once a week since college, and the sudden drought left his flesh craving a carnal satisfaction that had no arrival in sight. It was a harsh reality he’d been struggling to accept, but like most complicated feelings, he stuffed it deep into the pit of his stomach. That being the second occasion that evening, he told himself how at this point an overly eager golden retriever might have elicited a similar response, but to Reagan that still wouldn't be as bad as being aroused, if only momentarily, by the tall, dark, and unfortunately handsome man that was his best friend’s brother.

The offered hand seemed like a snake ready to strike, but after a moment’s hesitation, Reagan took it, knowing paparazzi could very well be hiding in one of the many bushes around the Orlando area he’d somehow never noticed the sheer abundance of before.

Shifting to the side, placing both heels next to one another like he practiced, Reagan stood and took the crook of Elias’ offered elbow as the purported couple walked to the door. He tried not to notice how much taller his hired beau was, even in his pumps.

Leaning over, he whispered, “Thanks for the ride home. I know Eva said we should go out, but I’m just too exhausted. Stick around for a beer though. No sense dropping me off, and leaving immediately.”

Reagan was thinking of maintaining their cover, knowing it would seem strange for the man to just leave as soon as he arrived. The tabloids might think they were breaking up, and the skirted man didn’t want to throw another scandal on the pile. Elias however heard a young woman looking for an excuse to invite him in, and spend more time together. That's when he knew his sister hadn’t yet spoiled their surprise.

“That’s okay, Reah.” Elias said, trying the nickname his sister used. “I heard you loud and clear earlier. You’ve had a lot on your plate lately, and on top of all that, those buffoons on cable news haven’t been doing you any favors today. You need a break, and that’s why I insist you take off what must be an extremely uncomfortable pair of shoes and let me take care of the rest.” When his escort opened the front door before he could slip the key into the hole, Reagan’s shocked expression brought a mischievous grin to the young man’s lips. “Your bestie had one of the interns swing by and unlock it on her way home so we could set this up.”

The smell of beef braising, and rosemary pulled Reagan inside, as he kicked his heels off in the foyer, and rushed to see just who was creating the divine fragrance in his kitchen. As he hurried along the hardwood floor, he’d spent so much time in his heels that while his calves were weeping with joy at the sudden relief, his feet had grown so used to the shoes, walking miles a day in them, that they almost felt like they were cramping with each barefooted step. Still, this pain didn’t deter him from the enchanting aroma that beckoned.

“Reah, I’d like you to meet Chef Poirot. He’ll be making dinner for us tonight, in the comfort of your own home.” Elais said, following behind, making only a slight effort to not keep his eye line from his swaying rear as he walked ahead.

“Eva set this up?” Reagan asked, completely disregarding the man he’d already filed away under “Servant” in his brain.

“She might have had a vague idea, and the key, but this is all me, babe. You deserve it.”

“Well… thank you…” Reagan replied, the word “babe” making him quite uncomfortable.

Glancing over to the man in his kitchen, Reagan could only imagine how he and Elias appeared to the Chef. They looked like a young, well-to-do couple. He quickly realized the man wasn’t furniture, and suddenly the two had an audience, so the role of a happy girlfriend couldn’t be shed just yet, so the pretty blonde stood up on his tip-toes, and planted a peck on Elias' cheek, just like any other grateful girl would in that situation.

“You’re too good to me… honey.”

“Reah, nothing is too good for you. If I could, I’d make you queen of the world.”

“Well, we don’t do monarchy here, but hopefully we can start by getting that seat in the senate." Reagan quipped back, as the two made their way into the dining room, where a lit candelabra, and two place settings awaited, along with a young, effeminate man, in a pink bow-tie, and an argyle sweater-vest. “Did you also hire a waiter?” Reagan asked, looking at the person just standing there.

“This is my assistant, Kenneth. He’s whatever I tell him to be, and tonight he is, in fact, a waiter.” Elias gave his assistant a nod before holding the seat out for his date. Once sat, he waved the younger man over. “Get the lady some wine, Kenneth.”

“Right away, Mr. Arnoult.” the assistant replied, his voice riddled with dynamic inflection. He expertly poured two glasses of merlot and then went to check the chef’s progress.

Reagan eyed the twink up and down as he scurried off. The smell of the food and the desire to maintain appearances kept him from ordering the cook and Elias’ errand boy gone. “He seems quite diligent and loyal. I’ll have to get myself one.” A catch-all employee sounded like an intern, the best kind of employee - ****, hard-working and cheap.

“Oh, there’s no replacement for Kenneth. The boy is absolutely indispensable.” Elias whispered, “Just don’t tell him that. He’s due for a salary negotiation any day now.”

The mention of giving the help a raise painted a sour expression on Reagan’s visage, but it wasn’t his money. “Best to not let him stick around for too long then.”

Elias smiled, taking Reagan's hand in his own, his eyes sparkling at the comment. Kenneth would have to go soon, so the two could finally be alone.

For the next hour, three courses were brought, each a delectable bouquet of flavor, exactly the kind of meal that couldn’t help but lift a person’s spirits. All throughout, Reagan and Elias relaxed more with each glass of wine, and soon enough, the two were snickering, as they joked about everything from the libs, to some stupid cat video they both had happened to see. It was an unusual moment of tenderness for both, though the moment meant something different to each. Eventually the conversation turned to Reagan’s sheer exhaustion, as he tried to stand up and stretch, only to fall over onto Elias’ lap when his sleeping leg gave out underneath him, tingling after he finally uncrossed them.

“Oof.” Reagan let out a long breath. He felt a bit tipsy, the two having finished off a bottle of wine. If his cheeks hadn’t been a little red from the ****, a light blue would have been there instead, sick at the thought of sitting in another man’s lap. Instead Reagan blinked slowly, a grin creeping onto the corners of his lips. “I think I just want to sit on the couch, watch TV, and just not think for ten hours.” Reagan said, struggling to pull himself back up. He was much too tipsy to notice Elias giving his rear a little boost to help.

Elias wasn’t positive the pretty woman hadn’t fallen into him on purpose, her smile sparking a joy he didn’t feel often. He wasn’t too intoxicated to notice just how tight Reagan’s plump ass felt in his hands, and his pants tightened in response, but ever the gentleman, he followed the lady to the couch, and took a seat next to her, leaving poor Kenneth to deal with the mess. “What’s your favorite show?”

“Law and Order.” Reagan answered, as though the answer was extremely obvious.

The man knew how to answer, without using a single word. “Dun-duh”

Sitting in the dark, the light from the TV flickered around them, and Reagan sobered enough to feel the tension in his extremities. “God, my feet hurt!” he whined.

It was fortunate the young politician had grown numb to the sound of his practiced feminine voice, because to Elias it was an atypical moment of adorable vulnerability from the ice queen. He felt special that he was getting to see this part of her that nobody else in the world could. It was a sign of their growing closeness. Only one response seemed an adequate appreciation.

Without a word, the dark-haired man bent down, and took Reagan’s tiny feet into his hands, and swung them up into his lap, leaving the blond lying with her head on the other end of the couch. Obviously not used to being handled in such a way, the woman was clearly furious at him, if her expression was to be believed. Still, Elias knew she wouldn’t be for long. His hands were magic after all, or so he had been told.

Reagan wanted to bite the man’s head off, but once those strong dexterous fingers began massaging the arch of his foot, an almost orgasmic wave of pleasure washed over his body. Once again he tried to protest, but before the words could find their way out, the blonde was melting as Elias dug his knuckle right into his heel with just the right amount of pressure. He didn’t truly realize he had, but Reagan gave up right there, and let the man have his way, unable to argue with the relief that was flowing through his legs with each gentle squeeze.

Elias worked the balls of his feet, the tops, and even stretched each and every toe, one at a time. Done with that, the fellow who was eager to please the beauty, started working on her calves, digging deep, almost painfully, but releasing the tension in each and every knot, one at a time.

Reagan was no stranger to getting massages, they were a great way to destress and relax after exercising, but his workout routine had fallen by the wayside when he dipped his toe into the world of depression, and since his new look, he hadn’t returned to the gym. The sensation was so intense, Reagan nearly started crying right there, staving the desire by gnawing on the little throw pillow on the end of the couch. When Elias finished, he had to stop himself from demanding more, realizing that what just happened wasn’t at all part of Elias’ job description.

As strange as it was he couldn’t bring himself to say anything, knowing the man had clearly given it his all, and it did in fact help. The tension in his muscles finally relaxed enough that he was truly sleepy for the first time in weeks. When he first gave in to the pleasure of the footrub he thought about going back to his regular appointment, yet all of that drifted away as Elias continued his wonderful work.

Reagan sat back up, clumsily adjusting his skirt which had ridden up enough to expose the panties he wore. An awkward smile came to Reagan’s face as he only then realized he was much closer to the man than before, after the adjustment. **** to recover some amount of pride, he refused to move any more, afraid he might seem like some kind of beta spaz. Whether he’d admit it to himself or not, he thought of Elias to be a fellow alpha, and on some level that sparked a desire for his recognition, and approval.

As the show continued to play, Reagan’s eyes grew heavy, and for a moment he nearly passed out, when a chill blew through the room, and the blonde man shivered, half-startling back to reality. In response Elias wrapped his arm around his date’s shoulder, and pulled him in a little closer. Any other time of any other day, and the coffee table might very well have been flipped over, but Reagan was truly out of gas, exhausted in a way typically reserved for emergency room nurses. That little extra warmth was all it took, and he was out like a light, his head coming to rest on the other man’s shoulder.

When the episode finished, Elias gently moved the limp girl’s body, and laid her down on the couch, admiring her beauty, as she lay there motionless. During the massage he could see her protests dying on her soft kissable lips, and as he gave her all his attention he couldn’t miss the hint of her panties, tantalizing him. Then, when he was done, she scooted closer, her legs hanging off him as they continued, or at least began, to watch the show, long in progress.

Elias retrieved a blanket from Reagan’s bedroom, and draped it over her sleeping form “Goodnight, beautiful.” he whispered, bending down, and softly kissing her lips goodnight, stirring her briefly from her slumber.

“Goodnight, tall, dark, and un…”

She trailed off, a little snore escaping her lips, as she fell right back asleep on her sofa. Elias checked the kitchen to make sure nothing was left behind when the chef left an hour beforehand, then snuck out the front door, locking it behind him with the key he had been given.

Reagan laid on the couch, half dreaming about what had just happened. His mind drifted in and out of slumber, as he realized where he was, and what was happening. It took a minute, but when he eventually pieced together the whole picture, and he realized no cameramen would be in his living room, the sheer absurdity of the situation **** him back to reality. Suddenly his eyes were once again wide open, and sleep would have to wait, as his exhausted mind struggled to make sense of it all.