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where are the Uzis?” Phil asked.

    “There are two under the table on the end there. Fully loaded, round in the chamber, on safety.”

    “Okay, nothing else, I guess,” Phil said.

    “Alright, gonna hit the sack, then. That coffee was just made, so you start out right. Do likewise in the morning, guys, okay?”

    “Yes, sir,” Kurt replied.

    The detail going off duty left the command post, and the area went silent as night began to settle down over the temporary Presidential compound. The first night at a new location was one of rest for the President. He worked like a dog the rest of the time he spent in a city, but not the first night.

    On the tables that had been set up in the room were monitors that showed views of the entire surrounding area. Portable surveillance cameras had been set up in order to detect any attempt at a sneak attack. Either Kurt or Phil had to remain with the monitors while the other walked the hallway from one end to the other.

    The main problem with working the overnight shift was extreme boredom. The First Family was asleep, there were agents outside, and nothing was going on unless the President got a call and had to take some kind of action. Otherwise, it was just a long night of trying to stay awake and alert. Lots of coffee was usually drunk, and idle conversation was the mainstay of keeping awake.

    “Did I see you putting on Ralph Lauren underwear earlier?” Kurt asked.

    “Yeah, what of it? Jealous?” Phil replied.

    “No, just that stuff isn’t cheap. You spend a lot of money on clothes, damn.”

    “Why are you looking at my ass anyway to notice what I was wearing?”

    “Well, I’ve always liked cute asses, and you’ve got one of the cutest I’ve ever laid eyes on, stud,” Kurt said.

    “Thanks, you big hunk. I’m jealous that I didn’t get to see what brand of undies you put on,” Phil replied.

    “Here, take a peek, babe,” Kurt said, smiling as he pulled his waistband up so that the words “Calvin Klein” could be seen.

    “Not bad, but Ralph’s shorts are better, I think. They feel nice,” Phil said.

    “I’d have to see if they felt nice to me,” Kurt said with a twinkle in his eye.

    “Later, when we’re back in the room, you can feel whatever you want.”

    Neither man was sure if it was a joke or an invitation, and their nervous laughter would have been heard by anyone who happened to be outside of the command post.

    Kurt smiled again and turned and left the room without saying another word. He had felt his dick stir in his pants when his partner made the suggestion that he could feel whatever he wanted. He knew what he wanted to feel, and more.

    As he walked slowly down the long hallway to the doors of the Presidential suite, he ran that conversation over and over in his mind. Was it possible he might have a chance to make love to the guy he had been in love with all these months? Could he get to experience the different tastes and smells of his buddy? By the time he arrived at the doors to the suite, he was fully erect. He adjusted himself so that his dick pointed straight up and turned around to walk back.

    By the time he arrived at his starting point, he’d convinced his erection to subside. He needed some coffee.

    “Coffee, guy?” Kurt asked.

    “Sure, you can take care of that for me,” Phil said. Why does everything I say sound sexual now?

    When Kurt brought the coffee over, Phil looked down at his partner’s crotch. “Looks like you’ve been thinking naughty thoughts. I see a little bit of a bulge there. Something got you hot and bothered?” Phil asked with a shit-eating grin on his face.

    Kurt put the coffee down and decided on the spot that he wasn’t going to play cock tease. “Yeah, something’s got me hot and bothered, and it’s you. I wanna suck you and fuck you; how’s that for being hot and bothered?”

    Instead of looking shocked or offended, Phil put his head back and said, “Thank God that’s out in the open.” When he opened his eyes and looked at Kurt, he said, “When we’re off duty, we are going to party. And we won’t have any clothes on, partner; get the picture?”

    “You’re gay, then?” Kurt asked, not believing it.

    “I just said we were going to party naked in our room. If I’m not gay, it’s going to be a rather dull party, don’tcha think?”

    Kurt went over to the doorway, looked down the hall, and ran back to Phil. When he got to him, he gave him a quick kiss on