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it was hot in kennedy’s meeting room. there were too many bodies cramped together in a tense room and kennedy felt his best dress shirt get sticky in the growing heat. he briefly looked across the table and met kenny’s intense gaze. his stare made sweat bead at the base of kennedy’s neck when he suddenly felt something caressing his leg. making direct eye contact, kenny shot his lover a knowing look and gave him a lazy smile before maintaining his focus on the meeting. kennedy felt a loafer gently tracing the length of his calf under the table and shivered at the implication. bobby raised an eyebrow in wondering, how can you be shivering in this heat? in response, kennedy shook his head and attempted to focus on the meeting although it was seemingly impossible with kenny slowly bringing up the cuff of his dress pants. kennedy felt himself flush and shifted under kenny’s gaze. his tie was too tight and the layers of his suit combined with the growing heat pooling in his cheeks was too much.
kennedy stood abruptly, scraping the legs of the chair against the oak floors, “i, am not feeling well. bobby can update me on the proceeding of the meeting. please excuse me.” kenny hid a chuckle and excused himself to check in on the president.
kennedy shut the door of the meeting room with a heavy exhale and pressed himself against the cool paint of the walls. “feeling a little warm, mr president?” kenny smirked.
kennedy sucked in a breath and tried to be forceful, “kenny, that little stunt you pulled in the meeting? i barely kept it together! what would we have done if they found out about us?”
“it would cause quite a ruckus, wouldn’t it?” kenny licked his lips and his gaze fell to kennedy’s mouth.
“we’ll have to be more careful from now on, okay kenny?”
his secretary of defense leaned into kennedy’s space and he could feel his partner’s hot breath fanning his ears, “or maybe, you just need to learn how to be a little more quiet.” kenny leaned in and cradled kennedy’s neck before pressing a kiss to the juncture of his jaw. kennedy had to stifle himself as kenny continued to litter kisses against his neck and jaw. kenny held him against the wall, with his arms on either side of his head. with a huff, kennedy surged his own lips forward and kissed back with just as much force as kenny. kennedy whispered in a rough voice, “two can play at this game” and reversed their positions on the wall. kennedy captured his lips one last time before grabbing his hand and dragging kenny to the nearest broom closet.
“hey— wait jack what are you doing? are you sure about this? right here? now?”
kennedy locked the door with a click and grinned, “don’t start something you can’t finish. besides, im the president of the united states. those stuffy war generals can stand to wait a bit.” kenny smiled genuinely, carding his hands through kennedy’s short undercut and leaned in once more for a rough kiss. kenny shrugged off his blazer and his partner pushed him forcefully into the nearest seat with his eyes roaming over his toned upper body. “i’ll give you a show”, kennedy murmured in a low voice, pulling on kenny’s tie and pulling himself into his lap. kenny sighed into the kiss and felt pleasantly warm at the weight on his thighs. as kennedy began to remove his own tie, he heard bobby’s shout, “jack? kenny? are you guys okay? where are you? jack do you have a fever?” as bobby’s footprints frantically roamed the halls of the white house in search of his brother, kenny tutted softly, “i guess we’ll have to finish this later.”