Charity Begins at Home, Epilogue
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zaubraTitle: Charity Begins at Home
Ships: David Cameron/Nick Clegg, David Cameron/Samantha Cameron, Nick Clegg/Miriam González Durántez, possible or hinted other pairings
Word Count: 3,785 in this Epilogue; 29,696 overall.
Rating: Fic is rated PG-13; this epilogue is rated NC-17, for graphic sexual situations and swearing
Tagline: One million pounds to charity. One million pounds of trouble.
Summary: Faced with the strings attached to a £1,000,000 charitable donation, how far are David Cameron and Nick Clegg willing to push themselves? How will they deal with the political and personal fallout? And just what are George Osborne and Vince Cable scheming?
Author's Note: Originally begun for a kinkmeme, this story quickly took on a life of its own. It glories in its self-indulgence, cheese, and crack; you are hereby warned.
Disclaimer: This is a creative work of fiction, composed of fictional characters inspired by the public personas of living people. No injury or disrespect is intended to the persons named. It is true that real-person fiction is of dubious legality - if you are one of the persons named within, or know one of them, please bear in mind that stories such as this are written for entertainment value only, in full knowledge that they are not based in truth, and that ultimately they are a labor of love; also, if you are one of these people, stop reading immediately and go run the country.
Note: Charity Begins at Home can be read without this epilogue. The plot is complete after the story proper, and if you do not like reading porn, feel free to stop there. This epilogue is rated NC-17.
Return to Part One, Part Two, or Part Three.
An indeterminate amount of time later, David pulled back from the kiss, resting his forehead against Nick’s and trying to catch his breath. He was still only wearing his undershirt and boxers, as opposed to Nick’s full suit (Miriam and Sam had apparently only made Nick take off his shoes, probably in an attempt to prevent him from making noise with them in the closet). David’s undershirt was too small, as it somehow always seemed to be, and there was a small gap between it and the top of his boxers. At some point during the kiss Nick’s hands had come to rest on his waist, jumping like scared rabbits when they found the strip of bare skin, then settling in again, raising goosebumps on David’s skin.
David’s own hands were cupped around the back of Nick’s head, one at the back of his neck and one in his hair. His heart was racing like it might burst. “Are you sure?” he asked, needing to hear it again.
“Yes,” Nick said, his voice hoarse and suspiciously bright. “I want this.”
David closed his eyes, letting himself truly believe in it for the first time. Could life really be this kind to him? He always had thought of himself as an uncommonly lucky bloke – with a wife like Sam, and a career like his, the conclusion was inescapable – but this, this was beyond anything. Two people he loved, loving him back? Both of them fine with the other person? And Nick’s wife okay with everything as well? Luck didn’t even begin to describe it.
Nick’s hands tightening, gently, on his waist, Nick’s breath ghosting across his lips. “What do we do now, Cameron?” The humor David had fallen in love with was still sparkling in Nick’s voice, even if he sounded a bit ragged.
“I’ll show you, Clegg,” David said, and stole that breath again.
After a moment, though, he drew back, farther this time, and reached out blindly for Nick’s tie. So like last night, he thought, and yet so much more. This time, he consciously let his fingers linger, let his eyes catch Nick’s and promise dark things. When he had successfully untangled it, he let the yellow splash of fabric slip from his fingers and fall to the floor, then leaned in and bit at Nick’s exposed neck.
Nick gasped, hands slipping off David’s waist and clutching at David’s shirt, knees buckling. David sucked at the spot he’d bit, marking his territory, marking Nick. “You’re mine now,” he growled against Nick’s neck, then raised his head and kissed Nick again. Fiercer this time, teeth knocking against teeth, Nick’s hands getting less tentative and pulling David into him securely, both men letting themselves go.
When they broke apart, Nick said, with only a lingering tendril of a flush, “Too many clothes.”
David grinned, letting his teeth show, but when Nick fumbled his fingers up to his first button, David said, “Wait.”
Nick stopped, raising his eyebrows, fingers still resting on his top button.
“Come help him,” David said over his shoulder to Sam and Miriam, who were sitting on the bed, clutching at each other.
Wordlessly, Miriam and Sam got up and came to them. The heat in the air between the four of them went straight to David’s groin, as their wives slowly undressed Nick, Nick’s eyes never leaving David’s. First the suit jacket, which Sam laid on a chair. Then, button by slow button, the dress shirt, which joined it. The dress pants – Miriam drew down the zipper with her teeth, and David’s cock, already embarrassingly hard, twitched. Sam pulled off his socks, made a face, and chucked them across the room into the hamper, with uncannily good aim.
As Miriam reached for the hem of Nick’s undershirt, David stopped her. “Let me,” he said, and drew it up and over Nick’s head. He stepped back and let himself look, let himself drink in the picture of Nick standing there in his boxers, blushing slightly but not flinching away from David’s gaze. He was beautiful.
Then Miriam bent a little to suck on Nick’s nipple, and Nick’s eyes fluttered shut, arm coming around her gently. A moment later, Sam ducked her head to suck on Nick’s other nipple, and David was almost overcome by sensory overload. He had to be the luckiest man in the world.
David’s hand went down to palm at his cock, telling it wildly to calm down for a little while yet. He was fairly sure that between Nick and himself, he was the only one who actually knew what he was doing with another man. (The sniggers about public school did have some basis in fact.) He could wait a little while for his own release, but he wanted Nick’s first time – their first time together - to be perfect.
He caught Sam’s eye. With wisdom coming from long years together, she knew what he wanted, and gently reached over to tug Miriam away. Miriam went, after a last soft kiss to Nick’s nipple.
Nick’s eyes fluttered open again in confusion at the loss of contact, and David stepped forward and let his hands rest on Nick’s muscled hips. Nothing like Sam’s soft curves here - all muscle, and strength, and maleness. He claimed Nick’s lips once again, softly, gentling him. Nick made a little broken sound, then relaxed into his grip, kissing more confidently now. David let him for a few moments, then slid down to his knees in one fluid movement.
***
Looking down at him, Nick’s eyes were wide, his breathing fast and harsh. David smiled up at him, pressing a kiss to his stomach, waiting patiently for permission. Instead of giving it, however, Nick reached his hand out, and very gently stroked David’s cheek, his fingers whispering over David’s jawbone. It was somehow a more intimate caress than any they had yet shared. David found himself turning his face instinctively into it, eyes drifting shut, taking a moment to revel in how far they had come, and in where they were now going.
“David,” Nick said, and it was almost like a prayer, if Nick believed in prayer.
Then Nick’s hand snaked tentatively into David’s hair, and David opened his eyes again, grinning predatorily up at him. He flexed his fingers, then reached out, hooked them under the waistband of Nick’s boxers, and tugged. As Nick’s boxers slid down to his ankles, Nick moaned, and David was relieved to see that he was already quite hard. Whatever one might say about love, it didn’t always come with sexual attraction, and it would have been simply too ghastly to go through all of this and then find out that Nick couldn’t get it up with a guy.
But he needn’t have worried. As he leaned forward to lick at Nick’s cock for the first time – no wonder the man had slept with 30 women, he had quite a beautiful cock, as cocks went – Nick moaned again, mumbling, “David, fuck, David.” Ah, so Nick was going to be a loud one. Well, Liberal Democrats always were louder than their party size would indicate, David supposed. He smiled against Nick’s cock, letting his eyes twinkle up at him, then opened his mouth and took Nick’s cock inside.
Nick yelled. Miriam laughed softly, somewhere nearby, and Victoria woke up and started to cry. David raised his eyebrows at Nick, but kept on sucking. It wasn’t going to take long, this first time, he could tell already. Not that he had much room to talk – his own cock was embarrassingly hard, and Nick hadn’t even touched him yet.
He smelled Sam’s perfume as she started to brush past him to go pick up Victoria, but then Miriam said, “I’ll get her,” and whispered something into Sam’s ear. Moments later, Nick made a startled sound, and David looked up from his work to see Sam calmly (and thoroughly) kissing Nick.
Now that, David thought hazily, was a kink he hadn’t quite known he had, his wife kissing another man. Or was it just Sam kissing Nick? He redoubled his pace, with Sam swallowing Nick’s moans. The baby stopped crying, as Miriam started to sing her a lullaby in what sounded like Spanish.
David relaxed his jaw, beginning to get the hang of this again, and the hand in his hair tightened convulsively. His knees were beginning to hurt – fuck, he was getting old – but he loved the feeling of Nick’s cock in his mouth, pushing at the back of his throat, hot and heavy and overwhelming. He loved the taste of Nick’s cock in his mouth, salty and musky and oh, how he’d missed this, he thought suddenly. So long since he’d had a cock in his mouth, and it felt so good, and it was Nick and fuck, that somehow made it even better.
He’d never thought he was actually going to get here, but here he was, and there was Nick, and Sam, and he was so turned on by it all that he could hardly breathe.
The hand in his hair suddenly started pulling, and Nick broke away from Sam’s mouth to gasp, “Dave, Dave,” but David just raised his eyebrows and sucked particularly hard. His hands had settled on Nick’s hips, spanning the broad muscles reassuringly, holding him in place; now he moved one down to cup Nick’s balls gently.
Nick swore, fluently, in some European language David didn’t know, and came.
***
David swallowed, but despite his best efforts some of Nick’s cum started to dribble out of his mouth. Then Miriam was there, somehow, kneeling beside him on the carpet, wiping his face with her hand, then leaning into him to kiss the taste out of his mouth. He kissed her back, his foggy brain observing distractedly that she was the first woman he’d kissed, really kissed, since marrying Sam. It was different, kissing Miriam, even though both she and Sam were women. He and Sam knew each other so well, kissing had become second nature. They knew what each other liked, they knew just how to tilt their heads, they knew when the other person wanted it tender and when they wanted it rough. He and Miriam knew none of these things. Their kiss was messy and sloppy and wet, Nick’s cum jolting around both of their mouths, and she kissed like she was on a mission.
They broke apart after a minute, and smiled softly at each other, sharing a wordless appreciation for Nick. When they turned to look for him, however, they found that he and Sam had moved to the bed, where they were almost lost among the pillows.
Miriam scrambled up easily, then considerately lent David a hand. His knees. David tried to ignore them, however, keeping his eyes on Nick, who looked like he was being swallowed by pillows, gloriously obscene in his nudity.
“You have so many pillows!” Miriam said, giggling, as she clambered up beside Sam.
Sam elbowed her teasingly. “Be nice. I like pillows.” Both women sounded a bit hoarse, their voices deeper than they usually were.
David, however, had eyes and ears only for Nick. He climbed into bed next to Nick, leaning down to kiss him again. He thought he would never get sick of kissing Nick.
After a moment, Nick pushed at his chest, and he drew back. “What is it?” he asked softly.
Nick’s eyes were a little scared, but he said bravely, “You wanted to fuck me, Prime Minister?”
David laughed, fondly. “Yes, I most certainly do,” he said, letting his voice go low as he pulled his undershirt over his head. “But not, I think, tonight.”
Despite the earlier skittishness in Nick’s eyes, his face fell. “No?”
“No,” David said. “You’re going to fuck me tonight.”
Nick’s eyes looked impossibly dark, his pupils huge. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, a nervous tic David was starting to fall in love with. “Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes,” David said. “Very much sure.”
“What do I do?” Nick whispered.
David smiled against his lips, then kissed him thoroughly for a moment before backing away and flipping onto his back among the pillows. “Sam,” he said into the air.
There was a moment’s rustling, and then Sam’s head appeared above his, hair askew. “Yes, Davey?”
He laughed softly, then reached a hand up and pulled her down for a quick kiss of her own. He’d done so much kissing tonight, and each one was so wonderfully different. Sam’s mouth slid against his, familiar sweet, before she pulled back, running a warm hand down his chest. “Yes?”
“Show Nick how to finger me?” he said, and watched her eyes go even darker as well.
Without a word, she pressed a kiss to his forehead, then slid down the bed. David relaxed into the pillows, letting his adrenalin sing through him in anticipation. Before long, he felt Sam’s fingers pulling at his boxers, and he raised his hips so she could pull them off and sling them into the hamper.
“Give me your hand,” he could hear Sam say, in the quiet closeness that was the huge Prime Ministerial bed, and then the soft but unmistakable sound of the top of the lube bottle. “You need lots of lube.”
Beside him, he could hear Miriam’s harsh breathing, little hiccups now and then. He rather thought he knew where her hand was; while he and Sam had a very healthy sex life, he hadn’t lived fifteen years with a woman without knowing what a woman sounded like when she was touching herself.
“Tell him to spread his legs,” Sam said, and David shut his eyes, overcome.
A moment’s silence. “Spread your legs, David,” Nick finally said, his voice rasping.
David let his legs fall open, wordlessly surrendering himself to the two people he loved.
He couldn’t make out all they were whispering, but a moment later, a firm hand wrapped itself around his cock, and he whined embarrassingly, it felt so good to be touched at last. The hand stopped for a moment, surprised, but started up again more confidently. David arched into it, despite his resolve to make this last – he was only a man, after all, and could only resist temptation for so long.
A soft finger, well lubed, at his hole – Sam’s. They’d done this before. After a long day in the office, David occasionally needed to let go, needed to surrender and be not in control for a little while, and on nights like those Sam pulled out her hot-pink strap-on. But now, with the promise of what was to come, David found himself pushing back onto her finger, needing more now, desperate to move things along quickly.
More whispering, and then a second finger joined the first – a wider, bigger, more solid finger, and David moaned helplessly. They slowly finger-fucked him together, while he writhed and stuffed a corner of a pillow in his mouth to stifle his moans. That didn’t last long, however, before Miriam was leaning over him and tugging the pillow out of his teeth, telling him softly, “We want to hear you, David, let it out. Tell them how they make you feel.”
David rather thought he couldn’t form any words at the moment, let alone articulate ones. Nick’s finger was brushing against his prostate now, every slow thrust sending sparks behind his eyes. “Your fingers…feel so good,” he managed to get out.
The fingers stilled for a moment, an agonizing moment, and then Sam’s pulled out entirely, and David cried out at the loss. But the next moment, Nick had two fingers inside him, and was saying raggedly, “Do they?”
“…Yes,” David said, clenching his jaw, “right there, oh, fuck.”
“You like having my fingers in your arse?” Nick said, finger-fucking him in earnest now, setting a rhythm.
“Yes, Nick, yes, please,” David babbled, no longer caring what he sounded like.
Next to him, Sam gave a little soft cry, and David turned his head blindly, only to see Miriam going down on her. “Oh, fuck, Sam,” he said, and reached his hand over to tangle their fingers together.
Nick slipped a third finger in, and David sucked a quick breath. The burn was already more than it was with Sam – Sam’s fingers were small, and her strap-on was rather ridiculously on the small side. He’d insisted on that, saying that he did have to sit in Parliament, after all. Now he wished he’d had a bit more practice, as Nick’s long, capable fingers stretched him inexorably.
“You’re doing so good, David,” Nick said roughly, and David let out the breath again, almost sobbing. “Just like that, take my fingers up your pretty little arse, just like that.”
“Fuck,” David said. He let his hips snap up a few times, gathering his courage, then said, “Condom. Now.”
Nick didn’t ask him if he was sure this time, just pulled his fingers out, David wincing as they left his body. The snick of the wrapper sounded, over Sam’s panting next to him, and David pulled himself up into a sitting position and clambered down to Nick.
Nick looked up from easing the condom on, surprise on his face. “What?”
David smiled at him, drinking in the sex-mussed hair and drugged-out eyes of his new lover, then pushed him down. “I ride,” he said.
***
Nick’s cock was nothing like Sam’s strap-on at all, David thought dimly, as he began to lower himself onto the former. Nick’s hands were firm on his waist, helping to steady him, but nothing could have prepared him for the sheer heat of Nick’s cock, burning and pulsing and stretching. Nick was huge, and David didn’t really know how he was going to fit, but oh! somehow he did, and Nick’s cock was slipping inside, and David drew a sobbing breath, overwhelmed by the sensations.
“Easy now,” Nick got out, although David could hear the strain in his voice as well. “Slow and easy.”
Sam cried out next to Nick, and David’s body instinctively recognized that cry, knew it for Sam coming. How many times he’d wrung that cry from her, and now he was listening to another woman draw it from her, as he slowly, oh so slowly, sank down on another man’s cock. It would have been surreal if it wasn’t so fucking real.
At last he was all the way on, Nick’s cock fully in him, and he let his weight rest on Nick’s supporting hands, taking a moment to catch his breath and let his body become accustomed to Nick’s cock.
“You look so beautiful,” Nick whispered.
David knew he really didn’t. But it was flattering nonetheless. “You’ve got the Prime Minister on your cock,” he gritted out, “your cock in the Prime Minister’s arse. How does it feel?”
Nick laughed softly, sending a jolt through David. “You are such an egomaniac.”
“Shut it,” said David, a smile pulling at his own lips. “You aren’t supposed to be able to remember big words like that right now.”
“What do you intend to do about it?” Nick challenged.
David grinned at him, and began to move. Nick wasn’t going to be able to remember his own name by the time David was through with him.
Nick yelled out and threw his head back into the pillow. Miriam had scrambled up beside him. “Look at him, Nick,” she said. “Open your eyes and look at him. Look at him ride your cock.”
Nick obeyed, and David sped up his rhythm a little, getting the feel for this now. He loved the power he felt, doing this, watching Nick slowly come apart at the seams. “How does he feel?” Sam breathed in his ear.
“He’s so hot,” David told her, “so hot and big and…wonderful…and…Nick.”
Nick was biting his lip now, his hands a vice grip on David’s hips, helping him fuck himself on Nick’s cock. David watched him, heart swelling even now, in the heat of sex. George got himself drunk and made a stupid bet, and a fortnight later he was riding Nick’s cock. The world really did love him.
Thinking about the events of the last fortnight meant that he was distracted when Nick suddenly moved beneath him, in one fluid movement surging up and flipping them. David landed on his back in the pillows, a little winded, Nick’s cock half out of him, and said, “What the fuck, Nick?”
Nick’s eyes were soft, and hard, and huge, and fierce. “I think I get the idea,” he said, leaning down to kiss David, hard and fast and plundering, stealing David’s breath and taking no prisoners. When he finally let David breathe, he gave him only a moment to recover before pulling David’s legs up and around him, and pushing back inside.
David looped his legs around Nick’s back to give him a better angle, moaning as Nick’s thrusts grew ever steadier, harder, and more rhythmic. Nick might not have been with a man before, but he was a born natural. “Right there, Nick…”
“You like that?” Nick growled. “Oh, fuck, David…”
How the baby was sleeping through all this, David really had no idea. Sam and Miriam had switched places, and Miriam was louder than Nick, if that was possible. But he supposed babies had an inbuilt guard against such things – parents had managed to give babies little siblings for millennia, after all.
After that, though, he couldn’t think much anymore at all, because Nick was solid and warm and burning through him, hitting his prostate with every stroke and reaching a sure hand down to jerk him off, slowly and lazily. Not long now, he thought through his haze, and tightened his legs around Nick’s back, as next to him Miriam gave a final shout.
Nick pounded into him, once…twice…three-four times more, and then his face seized up, his thrusts stuttering. “D-david,” he ground out, and David shut his eyes, and with a final flick of Nick’s wrist, David was coming too.
Together they all four breathed through the aftershocks. Sam and Miriam were twined together, a heap of arms and legs and curves. Nick loomed over David, still inside him, his weight braced on his hands, which straddled David’s chest. He looked simultaneously blissed-out and horrendously uncertain.
Coming down off his orgasm, David blinked slowly up at Nick, his eyes taking in his new world, his body and soul singing some new melody he hadn’t yet learned the lyrics to. “C'mere,” he said, and reached up to pull Nick down into a soft kiss full of promise.
He’d never have thought he’d say it, but thank God for Peter Mandelson.
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Ships: David Cameron/Nick Clegg, David Cameron/Samantha Cameron, Nick Clegg/Miriam González Durántez, possible or hinted other pairings
Word Count: 3,785 in this Epilogue; 29,696 overall.
Rating: Fic is rated PG-13; this epilogue is rated NC-17, for graphic sexual situations and swearing
Tagline: One million pounds to charity. One million pounds of trouble.
Summary: Faced with the strings attached to a £1,000,000 charitable donation, how far are David Cameron and Nick Clegg willing to push themselves? How will they deal with the political and personal fallout? And just what are George Osborne and Vince Cable scheming?
Author's Note: Originally begun for a kinkmeme, this story quickly took on a life of its own. It glories in its self-indulgence, cheese, and crack; you are hereby warned.
Disclaimer: This is a creative work of fiction, composed of fictional characters inspired by the public personas of living people. No injury or disrespect is intended to the persons named. It is true that real-person fiction is of dubious legality - if you are one of the persons named within, or know one of them, please bear in mind that stories such as this are written for entertainment value only, in full knowledge that they are not based in truth, and that ultimately they are a labor of love; also, if you are one of these people, stop reading immediately and go run the country.
Note: Charity Begins at Home can be read without this epilogue. The plot is complete after the story proper, and if you do not like reading porn, feel free to stop there. This epilogue is rated NC-17.
Return to Part One, Part Two, or Part Three.
An indeterminate amount of time later, David pulled back from the kiss, resting his forehead against Nick’s and trying to catch his breath. He was still only wearing his undershirt and boxers, as opposed to Nick’s full suit (Miriam and Sam had apparently only made Nick take off his shoes, probably in an attempt to prevent him from making noise with them in the closet). David’s undershirt was too small, as it somehow always seemed to be, and there was a small gap between it and the top of his boxers. At some point during the kiss Nick’s hands had come to rest on his waist, jumping like scared rabbits when they found the strip of bare skin, then settling in again, raising goosebumps on David’s skin.
David’s own hands were cupped around the back of Nick’s head, one at the back of his neck and one in his hair. His heart was racing like it might burst. “Are you sure?” he asked, needing to hear it again.
“Yes,” Nick said, his voice hoarse and suspiciously bright. “I want this.”
David closed his eyes, letting himself truly believe in it for the first time. Could life really be this kind to him? He always had thought of himself as an uncommonly lucky bloke – with a wife like Sam, and a career like his, the conclusion was inescapable – but this, this was beyond anything. Two people he loved, loving him back? Both of them fine with the other person? And Nick’s wife okay with everything as well? Luck didn’t even begin to describe it.
Nick’s hands tightening, gently, on his waist, Nick’s breath ghosting across his lips. “What do we do now, Cameron?” The humor David had fallen in love with was still sparkling in Nick’s voice, even if he sounded a bit ragged.
“I’ll show you, Clegg,” David said, and stole that breath again.
After a moment, though, he drew back, farther this time, and reached out blindly for Nick’s tie. So like last night, he thought, and yet so much more. This time, he consciously let his fingers linger, let his eyes catch Nick’s and promise dark things. When he had successfully untangled it, he let the yellow splash of fabric slip from his fingers and fall to the floor, then leaned in and bit at Nick’s exposed neck.
Nick gasped, hands slipping off David’s waist and clutching at David’s shirt, knees buckling. David sucked at the spot he’d bit, marking his territory, marking Nick. “You’re mine now,” he growled against Nick’s neck, then raised his head and kissed Nick again. Fiercer this time, teeth knocking against teeth, Nick’s hands getting less tentative and pulling David into him securely, both men letting themselves go.
When they broke apart, Nick said, with only a lingering tendril of a flush, “Too many clothes.”
David grinned, letting his teeth show, but when Nick fumbled his fingers up to his first button, David said, “Wait.”
Nick stopped, raising his eyebrows, fingers still resting on his top button.
“Come help him,” David said over his shoulder to Sam and Miriam, who were sitting on the bed, clutching at each other.
Wordlessly, Miriam and Sam got up and came to them. The heat in the air between the four of them went straight to David’s groin, as their wives slowly undressed Nick, Nick’s eyes never leaving David’s. First the suit jacket, which Sam laid on a chair. Then, button by slow button, the dress shirt, which joined it. The dress pants – Miriam drew down the zipper with her teeth, and David’s cock, already embarrassingly hard, twitched. Sam pulled off his socks, made a face, and chucked them across the room into the hamper, with uncannily good aim.
As Miriam reached for the hem of Nick’s undershirt, David stopped her. “Let me,” he said, and drew it up and over Nick’s head. He stepped back and let himself look, let himself drink in the picture of Nick standing there in his boxers, blushing slightly but not flinching away from David’s gaze. He was beautiful.
Then Miriam bent a little to suck on Nick’s nipple, and Nick’s eyes fluttered shut, arm coming around her gently. A moment later, Sam ducked her head to suck on Nick’s other nipple, and David was almost overcome by sensory overload. He had to be the luckiest man in the world.
David’s hand went down to palm at his cock, telling it wildly to calm down for a little while yet. He was fairly sure that between Nick and himself, he was the only one who actually knew what he was doing with another man. (The sniggers about public school did have some basis in fact.) He could wait a little while for his own release, but he wanted Nick’s first time – their first time together - to be perfect.
He caught Sam’s eye. With wisdom coming from long years together, she knew what he wanted, and gently reached over to tug Miriam away. Miriam went, after a last soft kiss to Nick’s nipple.
Nick’s eyes fluttered open again in confusion at the loss of contact, and David stepped forward and let his hands rest on Nick’s muscled hips. Nothing like Sam’s soft curves here - all muscle, and strength, and maleness. He claimed Nick’s lips once again, softly, gentling him. Nick made a little broken sound, then relaxed into his grip, kissing more confidently now. David let him for a few moments, then slid down to his knees in one fluid movement.
Looking down at him, Nick’s eyes were wide, his breathing fast and harsh. David smiled up at him, pressing a kiss to his stomach, waiting patiently for permission. Instead of giving it, however, Nick reached his hand out, and very gently stroked David’s cheek, his fingers whispering over David’s jawbone. It was somehow a more intimate caress than any they had yet shared. David found himself turning his face instinctively into it, eyes drifting shut, taking a moment to revel in how far they had come, and in where they were now going.
“David,” Nick said, and it was almost like a prayer, if Nick believed in prayer.
Then Nick’s hand snaked tentatively into David’s hair, and David opened his eyes again, grinning predatorily up at him. He flexed his fingers, then reached out, hooked them under the waistband of Nick’s boxers, and tugged. As Nick’s boxers slid down to his ankles, Nick moaned, and David was relieved to see that he was already quite hard. Whatever one might say about love, it didn’t always come with sexual attraction, and it would have been simply too ghastly to go through all of this and then find out that Nick couldn’t get it up with a guy.
But he needn’t have worried. As he leaned forward to lick at Nick’s cock for the first time – no wonder the man had slept with 30 women, he had quite a beautiful cock, as cocks went – Nick moaned again, mumbling, “David, fuck, David.” Ah, so Nick was going to be a loud one. Well, Liberal Democrats always were louder than their party size would indicate, David supposed. He smiled against Nick’s cock, letting his eyes twinkle up at him, then opened his mouth and took Nick’s cock inside.
Nick yelled. Miriam laughed softly, somewhere nearby, and Victoria woke up and started to cry. David raised his eyebrows at Nick, but kept on sucking. It wasn’t going to take long, this first time, he could tell already. Not that he had much room to talk – his own cock was embarrassingly hard, and Nick hadn’t even touched him yet.
He smelled Sam’s perfume as she started to brush past him to go pick up Victoria, but then Miriam said, “I’ll get her,” and whispered something into Sam’s ear. Moments later, Nick made a startled sound, and David looked up from his work to see Sam calmly (and thoroughly) kissing Nick.
Now that, David thought hazily, was a kink he hadn’t quite known he had, his wife kissing another man. Or was it just Sam kissing Nick? He redoubled his pace, with Sam swallowing Nick’s moans. The baby stopped crying, as Miriam started to sing her a lullaby in what sounded like Spanish.
David relaxed his jaw, beginning to get the hang of this again, and the hand in his hair tightened convulsively. His knees were beginning to hurt – fuck, he was getting old – but he loved the feeling of Nick’s cock in his mouth, pushing at the back of his throat, hot and heavy and overwhelming. He loved the taste of Nick’s cock in his mouth, salty and musky and oh, how he’d missed this, he thought suddenly. So long since he’d had a cock in his mouth, and it felt so good, and it was Nick and fuck, that somehow made it even better.
He’d never thought he was actually going to get here, but here he was, and there was Nick, and Sam, and he was so turned on by it all that he could hardly breathe.
The hand in his hair suddenly started pulling, and Nick broke away from Sam’s mouth to gasp, “Dave, Dave,” but David just raised his eyebrows and sucked particularly hard. His hands had settled on Nick’s hips, spanning the broad muscles reassuringly, holding him in place; now he moved one down to cup Nick’s balls gently.
Nick swore, fluently, in some European language David didn’t know, and came.
David swallowed, but despite his best efforts some of Nick’s cum started to dribble out of his mouth. Then Miriam was there, somehow, kneeling beside him on the carpet, wiping his face with her hand, then leaning into him to kiss the taste out of his mouth. He kissed her back, his foggy brain observing distractedly that she was the first woman he’d kissed, really kissed, since marrying Sam. It was different, kissing Miriam, even though both she and Sam were women. He and Sam knew each other so well, kissing had become second nature. They knew what each other liked, they knew just how to tilt their heads, they knew when the other person wanted it tender and when they wanted it rough. He and Miriam knew none of these things. Their kiss was messy and sloppy and wet, Nick’s cum jolting around both of their mouths, and she kissed like she was on a mission.
They broke apart after a minute, and smiled softly at each other, sharing a wordless appreciation for Nick. When they turned to look for him, however, they found that he and Sam had moved to the bed, where they were almost lost among the pillows.
Miriam scrambled up easily, then considerately lent David a hand. His knees. David tried to ignore them, however, keeping his eyes on Nick, who looked like he was being swallowed by pillows, gloriously obscene in his nudity.
“You have so many pillows!” Miriam said, giggling, as she clambered up beside Sam.
Sam elbowed her teasingly. “Be nice. I like pillows.” Both women sounded a bit hoarse, their voices deeper than they usually were.
David, however, had eyes and ears only for Nick. He climbed into bed next to Nick, leaning down to kiss him again. He thought he would never get sick of kissing Nick.
After a moment, Nick pushed at his chest, and he drew back. “What is it?” he asked softly.
Nick’s eyes were a little scared, but he said bravely, “You wanted to fuck me, Prime Minister?”
David laughed, fondly. “Yes, I most certainly do,” he said, letting his voice go low as he pulled his undershirt over his head. “But not, I think, tonight.”
Despite the earlier skittishness in Nick’s eyes, his face fell. “No?”
“No,” David said. “You’re going to fuck me tonight.”
Nick’s eyes looked impossibly dark, his pupils huge. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, a nervous tic David was starting to fall in love with. “Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes,” David said. “Very much sure.”
“What do I do?” Nick whispered.
David smiled against his lips, then kissed him thoroughly for a moment before backing away and flipping onto his back among the pillows. “Sam,” he said into the air.
There was a moment’s rustling, and then Sam’s head appeared above his, hair askew. “Yes, Davey?”
He laughed softly, then reached a hand up and pulled her down for a quick kiss of her own. He’d done so much kissing tonight, and each one was so wonderfully different. Sam’s mouth slid against his, familiar sweet, before she pulled back, running a warm hand down his chest. “Yes?”
“Show Nick how to finger me?” he said, and watched her eyes go even darker as well.
Without a word, she pressed a kiss to his forehead, then slid down the bed. David relaxed into the pillows, letting his adrenalin sing through him in anticipation. Before long, he felt Sam’s fingers pulling at his boxers, and he raised his hips so she could pull them off and sling them into the hamper.
“Give me your hand,” he could hear Sam say, in the quiet closeness that was the huge Prime Ministerial bed, and then the soft but unmistakable sound of the top of the lube bottle. “You need lots of lube.”
Beside him, he could hear Miriam’s harsh breathing, little hiccups now and then. He rather thought he knew where her hand was; while he and Sam had a very healthy sex life, he hadn’t lived fifteen years with a woman without knowing what a woman sounded like when she was touching herself.
“Tell him to spread his legs,” Sam said, and David shut his eyes, overcome.
A moment’s silence. “Spread your legs, David,” Nick finally said, his voice rasping.
David let his legs fall open, wordlessly surrendering himself to the two people he loved.
He couldn’t make out all they were whispering, but a moment later, a firm hand wrapped itself around his cock, and he whined embarrassingly, it felt so good to be touched at last. The hand stopped for a moment, surprised, but started up again more confidently. David arched into it, despite his resolve to make this last – he was only a man, after all, and could only resist temptation for so long.
A soft finger, well lubed, at his hole – Sam’s. They’d done this before. After a long day in the office, David occasionally needed to let go, needed to surrender and be not in control for a little while, and on nights like those Sam pulled out her hot-pink strap-on. But now, with the promise of what was to come, David found himself pushing back onto her finger, needing more now, desperate to move things along quickly.
More whispering, and then a second finger joined the first – a wider, bigger, more solid finger, and David moaned helplessly. They slowly finger-fucked him together, while he writhed and stuffed a corner of a pillow in his mouth to stifle his moans. That didn’t last long, however, before Miriam was leaning over him and tugging the pillow out of his teeth, telling him softly, “We want to hear you, David, let it out. Tell them how they make you feel.”
David rather thought he couldn’t form any words at the moment, let alone articulate ones. Nick’s finger was brushing against his prostate now, every slow thrust sending sparks behind his eyes. “Your fingers…feel so good,” he managed to get out.
The fingers stilled for a moment, an agonizing moment, and then Sam’s pulled out entirely, and David cried out at the loss. But the next moment, Nick had two fingers inside him, and was saying raggedly, “Do they?”
“…Yes,” David said, clenching his jaw, “right there, oh, fuck.”
“You like having my fingers in your arse?” Nick said, finger-fucking him in earnest now, setting a rhythm.
“Yes, Nick, yes, please,” David babbled, no longer caring what he sounded like.
Next to him, Sam gave a little soft cry, and David turned his head blindly, only to see Miriam going down on her. “Oh, fuck, Sam,” he said, and reached his hand over to tangle their fingers together.
Nick slipped a third finger in, and David sucked a quick breath. The burn was already more than it was with Sam – Sam’s fingers were small, and her strap-on was rather ridiculously on the small side. He’d insisted on that, saying that he did have to sit in Parliament, after all. Now he wished he’d had a bit more practice, as Nick’s long, capable fingers stretched him inexorably.
“You’re doing so good, David,” Nick said roughly, and David let out the breath again, almost sobbing. “Just like that, take my fingers up your pretty little arse, just like that.”
“Fuck,” David said. He let his hips snap up a few times, gathering his courage, then said, “Condom. Now.”
Nick didn’t ask him if he was sure this time, just pulled his fingers out, David wincing as they left his body. The snick of the wrapper sounded, over Sam’s panting next to him, and David pulled himself up into a sitting position and clambered down to Nick.
Nick looked up from easing the condom on, surprise on his face. “What?”
David smiled at him, drinking in the sex-mussed hair and drugged-out eyes of his new lover, then pushed him down. “I ride,” he said.
Nick’s cock was nothing like Sam’s strap-on at all, David thought dimly, as he began to lower himself onto the former. Nick’s hands were firm on his waist, helping to steady him, but nothing could have prepared him for the sheer heat of Nick’s cock, burning and pulsing and stretching. Nick was huge, and David didn’t really know how he was going to fit, but oh! somehow he did, and Nick’s cock was slipping inside, and David drew a sobbing breath, overwhelmed by the sensations.
“Easy now,” Nick got out, although David could hear the strain in his voice as well. “Slow and easy.”
Sam cried out next to Nick, and David’s body instinctively recognized that cry, knew it for Sam coming. How many times he’d wrung that cry from her, and now he was listening to another woman draw it from her, as he slowly, oh so slowly, sank down on another man’s cock. It would have been surreal if it wasn’t so fucking real.
At last he was all the way on, Nick’s cock fully in him, and he let his weight rest on Nick’s supporting hands, taking a moment to catch his breath and let his body become accustomed to Nick’s cock.
“You look so beautiful,” Nick whispered.
David knew he really didn’t. But it was flattering nonetheless. “You’ve got the Prime Minister on your cock,” he gritted out, “your cock in the Prime Minister’s arse. How does it feel?”
Nick laughed softly, sending a jolt through David. “You are such an egomaniac.”
“Shut it,” said David, a smile pulling at his own lips. “You aren’t supposed to be able to remember big words like that right now.”
“What do you intend to do about it?” Nick challenged.
David grinned at him, and began to move. Nick wasn’t going to be able to remember his own name by the time David was through with him.
Nick yelled out and threw his head back into the pillow. Miriam had scrambled up beside him. “Look at him, Nick,” she said. “Open your eyes and look at him. Look at him ride your cock.”
Nick obeyed, and David sped up his rhythm a little, getting the feel for this now. He loved the power he felt, doing this, watching Nick slowly come apart at the seams. “How does he feel?” Sam breathed in his ear.
“He’s so hot,” David told her, “so hot and big and…wonderful…and…Nick.”
Nick was biting his lip now, his hands a vice grip on David’s hips, helping him fuck himself on Nick’s cock. David watched him, heart swelling even now, in the heat of sex. George got himself drunk and made a stupid bet, and a fortnight later he was riding Nick’s cock. The world really did love him.
Thinking about the events of the last fortnight meant that he was distracted when Nick suddenly moved beneath him, in one fluid movement surging up and flipping them. David landed on his back in the pillows, a little winded, Nick’s cock half out of him, and said, “What the fuck, Nick?”
Nick’s eyes were soft, and hard, and huge, and fierce. “I think I get the idea,” he said, leaning down to kiss David, hard and fast and plundering, stealing David’s breath and taking no prisoners. When he finally let David breathe, he gave him only a moment to recover before pulling David’s legs up and around him, and pushing back inside.
David looped his legs around Nick’s back to give him a better angle, moaning as Nick’s thrusts grew ever steadier, harder, and more rhythmic. Nick might not have been with a man before, but he was a born natural. “Right there, Nick…”
“You like that?” Nick growled. “Oh, fuck, David…”
How the baby was sleeping through all this, David really had no idea. Sam and Miriam had switched places, and Miriam was louder than Nick, if that was possible. But he supposed babies had an inbuilt guard against such things – parents had managed to give babies little siblings for millennia, after all.
After that, though, he couldn’t think much anymore at all, because Nick was solid and warm and burning through him, hitting his prostate with every stroke and reaching a sure hand down to jerk him off, slowly and lazily. Not long now, he thought through his haze, and tightened his legs around Nick’s back, as next to him Miriam gave a final shout.
Nick pounded into him, once…twice…three-four times more, and then his face seized up, his thrusts stuttering. “D-david,” he ground out, and David shut his eyes, and with a final flick of Nick’s wrist, David was coming too.
Together they all four breathed through the aftershocks. Sam and Miriam were twined together, a heap of arms and legs and curves. Nick loomed over David, still inside him, his weight braced on his hands, which straddled David’s chest. He looked simultaneously blissed-out and horrendously uncertain.
Coming down off his orgasm, David blinked slowly up at Nick, his eyes taking in his new world, his body and soul singing some new melody he hadn’t yet learned the lyrics to. “C'mere,” he said, and reached up to pull Nick down into a soft kiss full of promise.
He’d never have thought he’d say it, but thank God for Peter Mandelson.
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A/N: Feedback is much loved! Anon comments are on, so don't be shy. :)
Tags:
- british politics,
- content: explicit sex (femslash),
- content: explicit sex (slash),
- fic,
- genre: drama,
- genre: mystery,
- genre: pwp,
- genre: romance,
- length: 20k+,
- pairing: cameron/clegg,
- pairing: clegg/durantez,
- pairing: foursome,
- pairing: the camerons,
- person: david cameron,
- person: miriam gonzalez durantez,
- person: nick clegg,
- person: samantha cameron,
- rating: nc-17,
- theme: first time,
- theme: open marriages,
- theme: powerful women
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Date: 2010-05-28 09:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-28 03:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-28 10:33 am (UTC)wow.
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Date: 2010-05-28 02:05 pm (UTC)And the final line was PRICELESS. Mandy would be horrified! LOL
This was the most beautiful RPF/RPS story I've ever read. Honestly.
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Date: 2010-05-28 03:55 pm (UTC)This was the most beautiful RPF/RPS story I've ever read. Honestly.
Thank you so much. That means a lot to me.
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Date: 2010-05-28 04:09 pm (UTC)And very authentic! lolno subject
Date: 2010-05-28 03:14 pm (UTC)sorry. can't leave a more coherent comment.
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Date: 2010-05-28 03:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-28 05:46 pm (UTC)Coherent comment will follow later. But I liked. Oh yes.
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Date: 2010-05-28 08:09 pm (UTC)This entire story was wonderful. It was my favorite on the meme and I'm sorry it ended. Here's hoping you write other fics that take place in this same universe! (I would read them)
I think it's funny that the number of scenes where David and Nick interacted one-on-one were so few you could count them on one hand --yet the fic still worked.
And the porn? Oh my freaking GOD *saved to my memories if u don't mind*
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Date: 2010-05-29 02:28 am (UTC)As for other fics in the universe - yes, this will probably happen from time to time, lol. Maybe I'll ask for prompts sometime? For now I'm just starting to fill random prompts on the meme again, but we'll see. :)
I think it's funny that the number of scenes where David and Nick interacted one-on-one were so few you could count them on one hand --yet the fic still worked.
This is a perceptive comment - yes, for one of the main characters Nick is not in the story all that much. It really is a story about David. Maybe if I do write more in the universe, I'll try to write some from Nick's POV (although Gids' and Vince's tempt me more at the moment, tbh!)
And of course I don't mind you saving the porn to your memories! I'm glad it works - I am not an experienced porn writer, but after giving you guys 25,000 words of buildup, I didn't think I could end it without a payoff. :)
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Date: 2010-06-07 01:21 am (UTC)It's an oddity, that.
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Date: 2010-05-31 01:00 am (UTC)I didn't think I was going to be coherent here. I was holding my breath as I read the last bit, and now I'm a little breathless lol.
I shall bow to your awesomeness.
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Date: 2010-06-09 02:30 am (UTC)Thanks for all your lovely comments throughout! <3
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Date: 2010-05-31 09:03 pm (UTC)write moreeee please xxx
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Date: 2010-06-09 02:32 am (UTC)I do love writing Sam (although I love writing Miriam too!) I'm glad you like her. :)
I promise to write more fic (not necessarily in this universe, but mayyybe) soon! Right now I'm trying to get my students through the end of term, but that will be wrapping up in the next couple of days.
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Date: 2010-06-09 02:33 am (UTC)The afore-promised ridiculously long comment
Date: 2010-06-19 06:02 pm (UTC)I don't think I've ever seen anyone write David as the one comfortable with himself before, and ahhhhhh I really love it. The entire scene where George is mocking him and Nick and then just walks over and kisses him is fantastic in how matter-of-fact they are about all of it. There needs to be more of this.
The other thing that I REALLY SUPER LOVE is how you've written Sam and Miriam. Because you can see how really awesome and developed characters they are, they're not just one-dimensional wives in the story. But at the same time you've managed to keep David's perspective and bias, so you can also see how David sees them as women.
In conclusion, YAY! (and sorry for being two week late to comment.)
Re: The afore-promised ridiculously long comment
Date: 2010-06-19 09:49 pm (UTC)I can't take credit for the concept - the idea of David and Nick being offered money to kiss for charity was the original prompt. All the crazy elaborations, of course, are my own. :)
I don't think I've ever seen anyone write David as the one comfortable with himself before
Now that you mention it, I don't know that I have either. That's interesting! I don't know why the David in my head works that way, but he does. :)
But at the same time you've managed to keep David's perspective and bias, so you can also see how David sees them as women.
:DDD I'm so glad you think so.
In conclusion, YAY! (and sorry for being two week late to comment.)
I actually love late comments! All comments are special in their own way, but late comments are cool because I'm no longer expecting any, you know what I mean?
Thanks again for your wonderful comment, and I'm so glad you liked my story!
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Date: 2010-06-25 11:47 pm (UTC)