Diplomacy

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    pulled him away from the door with one hand on his neck and another holding his hands pinned to his back, marching him over to the desk.
    Jack was rough with him and Lucas could feel the blood rushing to his cock as he was pushed against the front of the desk. Jack let go of his neck to push some of the paraphernalia on the top of the desk aside, sending papers twirling down the sides. Lucas also caught Jack placing the standard ‘family photo’ face down before returning the hand to his neck to push him down.
    They were both breathing audibly now as Jack pulled Lucas’s hips away from the edge of the desk and fumbled in one trouser pocket, then the next. Lucas knew what Jack was looking for and decided to be helpful.
    “Briefcase, calculator pocket,” he mumbled.
    “Stay put,” Jack ordered, his voice a little rough, as he went to get Lucas’s briefcase.
    Lucas was not about to budge. He even kept his hands behind his back.
    In no time, Jack was behind Lucas again. He placed the condom and lube right in front of Lucas’s face as he unbuttoned the young man’s trousers and tugged them down, not bothering to pull any further when they caught on Lucas’s spread legs.
    The Brit could feel Jack’s hard-on grinding against his arse as the packet of lube was opened. He was going to get fucked, hard, over the Ambassador’s solid oak desk, while a madman was trying to blow up a car outside. Welcome to the Diplomatic Service!
    Lucas inhaled sharply when the cold lube was smeared against his guardian muscle. Almost immediately a finger entered. “Go on, I can take another one, Jack,” Lucas moaned, breathing through his open mouth in an effort to stay as relaxed as possible. “God, I want you inside me, Jack.” Suddenly, a knock at the door. Then another, more urgent than the first. “Mr. Ambassador?”
    Mark’s voice. He was attempting to open the door.
    Lucas closed his eyes and pursed his lips. Thank God Jack had the foresight to lock it.
    The knocking stopped. They could hear the muffled voices behind the door. “Did they leave?” “No sir, I was at my desk the whole time.

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    They’re probably totally focused on their discussions as usual. I swear that man goes completely deaf when he’s working.” Lucas was afraid Jack was going to stop, but then he felt the fingers scissoring inside him and he opened his mouth again to breathe.
    Jack leaned over to whisper in his ear. “If you want me to stop, I will.”
    “Hell no!” Lucas answered, probably a bit too loudly. Realizing this he whispered, “I’m ready Jack, I can take it.” Jack unzipped his pants and took the condom and what remained of the lube package from the desk. Then right after he shoved Lucas’s boxers under his buttocks, Jack entered him in one hard stroke.
    They were both breathing hard; Lucas trying to accommodate the sharp burning feeling and Jack trying not to move to give his lover time to adjust.
    Then the phone rang.
    “Fuck,” Jack muttered.
    “Hell yes!” was all Lucas managed to say. The burning feeling was subsiding and Lucas wanted Jack to start moving. Arching his back a bit, he pushed his buttocks back suggestively.
    Jack got the message and started thrusting. “Ignore… it.”
    “I… was… going… to.” Lucas answered, his voice a little strained.
    Jack was dishing out some hard thrusts and, Jeez, it was good. He could barely move underneath Jack and the edge of the desk dug into his hipbones, but he didn’t care.
    Jack let go of one of his wrists and Lucas managed to free his hand and grab the desk, knocking over a container of pencils and nearly sending the lamp crashing to the floor.
    The phone was still ringing and they heard Mark’s voice shouting once again on the other side of the door.
    “Wait just a minute… I’m coming!” Jack answered, his voice tense.
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    friction, but it was only going to be a matter of time before the Secret Service agent would manage to open the door.
    A ring of the phone, an incessant knock on the door, a thrust from Jack’s cock hitting his prostate, while the American was still holding