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Ian watched his dad get sworn in as President for the second time. He drank beer from the bottle and twirled it to get the sun right on the TV screen. Really, he had no interest in the procedure, but once it was done he could stop worrying for once. No longer would his sexuality be a campaign secret. In four more years, his dad would never have another job. And he could weather four years of low ratings if it meant Ian finally got to be free.
Mickey flopped down next to him and grabbed the beer from his fingers. The two had lived together for nearly two years, were engaged to be married, and looking forward to the press coverage on their front lawn once Ian came out. Mickey worked security for a small firm and Ian had taken on a large role at a local charity. He had plans to join the military once his dad was out of office, but for the moment he was content to spend his days down at the animal shelter.
“That’s it,” Mickey said once the ceremony was finished. “You’re free.”
“Define free,” Ian said. He looked over at his boyfriend and smiled. “I’m still going to have security up my ass no matter what.”
Mickey grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in for a rough kiss. When their tongues touched, he pulled back to whisper, “You’re never going to let that go, are you?”
Ian shook his head. “Never.”
Mickey sighed into the next kiss and then pulled away. “At least my training will come in handy once the paparazzi starts asking questions. I can beat the shit out of one of them and send a message.”
“Better if you don’t get an assault charge,” Ian said. “You’re no longer protected by the White House.”
“And whose fault is that?”
“Yours.” Ian smiled and kissed his boyfriend again, hard. He pulled Mickey down on top of him, winced when he heard the beer bottle fall. If it stained the carpet, the landlord would have his ass, President’s son or not. Still he could barely be bothered to care as Mickey’s hands explored down his torso and his lips bit into the skin of his neck. Absently, Ian said, “I’ll need to draft the press release...”
“Later,” Mickey said. “Let’s enjoy just a few moments of peace.”
Ian would have laughed had Mickey’s lips not found his again.