Ещё один ттои-фик. Малкольм/Джулиус, Малкольм/Джейми, нц-17
Ways of persuasion
читать дальшеMalcolm takes off his tie, leaving the collar open, strips off the jacket, scratches at the already tousled hair, sprays more cologne on, and smirks at himself in the mirror. That’ll do.
“Malcolm?” Sam asks him warily as he passes by.
“Back in ten,” Malcolm says, still grinning. “Maybe even less. Sir Baldycock is a repressed virginal wanker, I’ll probably get him off just by invading his personal space.”
Sam frowns in confusion, an uncertain half-smile forming on her lips, but Malcolm doesn’t bother to explain his non-metaphor further.
Malcolm is not above sexual favours. He can scheme, threat, maim, flatter, rim and fucking suck up. He can also suck off if absolutely necessary, and right now it is.
His only concern is Jamie, but he made sure to send Jamie away to fuck with DoSAC, in hope it’ll take him at least half an hour.
He knocks at Julius’s door politely, peeking in with the most charming smile he can manage, which grants him a picture of Julius with his mouth open and gaping at Malcolm in alarm.
“How can I, uhh, help you, Malcolm?” Julius asks carefully as Malcolm slides in and approaches his chair to sit on its arm.
Julius recoils slightly.
“Just popping in for a chat,” Malcolm says airily, leaning in.
Julius smiles nervously. “And what kind of a chat would that be?”
“Oh, I’m hoping the kind that’ll end up with something pleasant and satisfactory for both of us, Julius.” Malcolm leans down to catch Julius’s darting eyes and stroke his tie. Julius swallows. “I’ve attempted bribing, devious plotting, yelling and threatening people with Jamie to prevent your policy see the light of day, and as much as I hate to admit that, I’ve failed. So.” He takes the tie in his fist and drags Julius closer to stare at him intently. “I decided to try another way of persuasion.”
“That is, Malcolm – “ Julius begins and can’t finish, licking his lips. His pupils are blown. “I’m sure we can resolve it without violence…”
Malcolm raises his eyebrows. He needs to be blunter, it seems. “Violence? Why would I do something like that? No, I want to please. I want you to come with my name on your lips, but before that, I want you to pick your phone and make the policy go away.”
Julius gasps, grabbing on the chair desperately. Malcolm can see he’s hard – well, that wasn’t difficult to achieve. But his goal isn’t reached yet.
“So what is it you really desire, Julius? I’m open to suggestions. A handjob? A blowjob? My cock up your arse? Your cock up mine?”
Julius makes a sound that suggests he’s close to jizzing in his pants already. Fucking poof.
“Anything you like,” Malcolm continues, unzipping Julius’s pants and showing a palm down the fly to grab his cock – a nice fat cock, come to think of it. If only the rest of him wasn’t so pathetic.
“Malcolm – please, stop,” Julius tries, his body stiff and his forehead sweaty. Malcolm keeps stroking him, using his free hand to extract Julius’s phone and dial the PM.
“Here we go,” he says handing the phone back. “One little call.”
“No – please, Malcolm, I can’t, it’s already in motion –“
“Rubbish,” Malcolm says sweetly. “Nothing is done until it’s fucking done. Make a call and I’ll let you come down my throat. Or don’t make a call, and I’ll take photos of your… compromised position and leave you like that to have a pitifully unsatisfying wank.”
He takes his hands off Julius, shifting away, which is followed by a whine immediately. He leans back. “Come on now, Julius,” he whispers in his ear with a smirk. “You can do that.”
“Fuck, Malcolm.”
He phones the PM after that like a good desperate boy that he is. Malcolm proceeds to stroke his cock all through the short clipped call just in sake of watching Julius torn and barely maintaining composure, knowing he won’t last any longer.
“There’s a good lad,” he says, pleased, as Julius hangs up. “Wasn’t too hard, was it?”
Julius moans openly – maybe because Malcolm’s getting him off rough and nice, or maybe because he’s suffering so much. Malcolm’s rather pleased anyway – messing with Julius is fun and he’s just discovered a new way of doing it.
Malcolm pumps his fist a couple of times more, which is predictably enough – Julius jizzes all over his immaculate vest and tie, swearing breathlessly, providing more hilarity. Malcolm smirks smugly at his handiwork.
“Pleasure dealing with you, Julius!” He bows mockingly, snatches a napkin from the table and promptly leaves, chipper and light-headed with relief.
He bumps into Jamie on his way back to his office – Malcolm’s emanating glee and Jamie’s full of contempt, which clashes drastically.
“What are you so fucking happy about returning from Julius Baldtwat Nicholson?” Jamie asks suspiciously. “Have you managed to make him revoke the policy? Did you blow him off?”
Malcolm cackles evilly. “That would be unnecessarily generous of me, since he can’t contain his excitement just upon seeing my dazzling appearance.”
Jamie squints. “Seriously, Malc. How did you do that?”
Yeah, as if Malcolm will ever confess of his little maneuver to the most unhinged wee sod in whole fucking Great Britain and Northern Ireland. “I’m the master of persuasion, my little friend,” he says cryptically, knowing Jamie will be on it for at least a week before getting distracted by more important shit.
“Don’t fucking overestimate yourself,” Jamie warns him with a scowl. “And I don’t like seeing you parading around the building like,” he gestures at Malcolm in the whole, “like a fucking fucked-out post-orgasmic slut. Especially not in front of fucking Julius.”
Malcolm licks his lips suggestively, leaning closer. “Jealousy is a good look on you.”
Jamie growls softly. They reach Malcolm’s office, walk past Sam, who shoots Malcolm another wary glance, and at last, the door is closed and Jamie pushes himself flush against Malcolm, pinning him to a wall.
“Do you know what would also look good on me? Your fucking filth-pit of a mouth wrapped around my cock.”
Malcolm agrees wholeheartedly.
Julius has to spend whole ten minutes in utter prostration after Malcolm leaves emanating expensive cologne and gleeful smugness.
Julius fantasized about this turn of events plenty but never thought it can truly really happen, and even though he paid for Malcolm’s… services with one of his most cherished projects – well, Julius would lie if he said it wasn’t worth it. It was worth every f-word second of it.
He zips up his fly and gets up, knees still wobbly. He also had to pay with his tie, it seems, for it is positively ruined – Julius takes it off, feeling reckless and out of sorts anyway.
He knows for a fact that these five minutes with Malcolm’s hand on his cock will provide him months of getting off material. Julius can’t say he’s upset about it – who in their right mind would be upset about a handjob performed by Malcolm?, but he also hates it. He hates it because it gives him hope there will be more, which is fairly unlikely. Malcolm might’ve considered it an appropriate solution to this particular crisis on his hands, riding on weeks and weeks of ministerial misdemeanor and little sleep, but whatever brilliant plan Julius comes up with next will only cause more hatred and abuse.
Julius sighs. Pity, that.