Yours (on TikTok) - Rob Jetten x Jesse Klaver

FOUR

Ok besties, If you've never seen photos of Jesse Klaver kissing his wife, now is the time to Google that. Also, a note for my fellow nerds: There are a lot of similarities between the Dutch parliament and the Westminster system (which is what we have here in Australia) which is fantastic; I had this great idea based on Westminster and apparently it works in the Netherlands the same way! Happy dance from me. Enjoy!

Jesse is the hero. The brave one, championing Green-Left like a prince with a crown and sword. He raises his eyebrows in surprise, but steps forward without the slightest hesitation. Gently, one hand curves around Rob's shoulder and the other brushes his jawline. The touch is feather-soft.
"Do you want me to," he murmurs, his gaze flicking down to Rob's lips.

The future stretches out before them. One way or the other. Their normal lives or this new, fragile thing. Rob can feel the warmth of Jesse's breath on his cheek, his thumb on his jawline.

"Yes," Rob breathes. Of course he wants Jesse to kiss him. He's gone shaky but the office door is firm against his back. All he wants to do is close the tiny distance between them. He holds himself still.

Again, there is no hesitation. Once Jesse Klaver knows what he wants and knows he can do it, nothing stops him. The side of his mouth twitches slightly, the ghost of his sideways smile and he surges forward, capturing Rob's lips with his own.

The kiss is searing and electric. Rob reaches up and hooks an arm around the back of Jesse's neck, holding him in place and also keeping himself upright. Jesse is kissing him. He can't believe it. But now he has him, he's not letting go. His other hand fumbles and grips at Jesse's waist, he can feel him breathing through his jacket. The slide of Jesse's tongue against his lip nearly sends his knees weak. He opens his mouth in return, deepening the kiss and tilting his head for a better angle.

Jesse steps closer, Rob's back presses against the door. Jesse's hands, still on Rob's shoulder and jawline have gone rough; they are both desperate for the other not to stop. There is no way Rob is going to stop. Jesse kisses like the world is ending; he is all fire and wild passion. Rob slides his fingers up and grips at Jesse's hair, a muffled groan accidentally escaping from his mouth. He's been dying to get his fingers tangled into these black curls since the first time he set eyes on them. It is beyond anything he could have imagined, they are soft whirls between his desperate fingers.

—

He is kissing Rob. Rob Jetten. The previously untouchable, proper and reserved politician is right here against his lips, under his fingers. He nips at his lower lip, feeling him tremble in response.

Jesse pulls away for a moment, just to check. To enjoy the fact that this is Rob. His glasses are askew and there is a big cheek-smudge on one of the lenses. His brown eyes meet Rob's. Jesse raises his eyebrows in question.
"Don't you dare stop," says Rob, his voice weak and shaky.
Jesse doesn't even waste the instant it would take to reply with words. He recaptures Rob's lips and steps in even closer so their bodies are pressed hard against one another. Rob is warm and so alive, fingers scrambling for purchase in his hair again.

Rob hitches one of his knees up and it seems to lock their hips together. Jesse has never felt anything like it, he shifts and they both let out a groan. This feels better than it has any right to and nothing like being with a woman. He's desperate for more. Restless. He moves his hips again, another muffled groan. He fumbles with Rob's tie, trying to-

The bells.

They ring out through the whole building, a violet reminder of the world outside the office door. Jesse tenses immediately, but shuts it out, losing himself in one more delicious moment, trying to will the rest of the world away.

The noise doesn't stop. He wrenches himself back from Rob, just far enough to catch his breath. Rob looks bereft.

"It's the plenary sitting," Jesse explains, redundantly. As if Rob doesn't know. "What was on today's voting list that they'd need a roll-call for?"
"Tertiary education funding," Rob says immediately, his voice is wrecked, lips still pink and wet. Jesse wants to kiss him again. "It's the only thing that-"
"Shit." The reality of the vote hits him. He's been pressing for the vote for weeks, now. It will be close. He can't miss it.

Jesse steps back and takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. Calm his body. Pull himself back into his professional persona. It's like it won't quite fit. He runs his hands through his hair and straightens his shirt. Rob is doing the same; straightening his glasses and tugging his tie back into place.
"Ready?" Jesse asks.
"Hang on," Rob closes his eyes and gives his head a little shake. The bells are still screaming. "Just-" he pulls Jesse back to him by his jacket collar and licks a long, wet stripe up his neck.
Jesse swears and grabs Rob by the shoulders. Rob smiles up at him, that same special smile from all the TikToks.

Jesse is furious with the world. Why now? He doesn't want to think about anything else except the man in front of him. Can't he have this moment away from their broken, hurting world outside? No. The bells won't stop.

"Come on," says Rob.
"Yeah." They really can't wait even five seconds longer. Jesse wrenches the door open and they're both off down the corridor like they're being chased by a wildfire.

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"For." Jesse says it loudly and clearly. He supports the funding change. It will be expensive, but worth the investment. The benefits it will bring to the young people of the Netherlands cannot be underestimated. He sits and Kauthar, the next Green-Left member stands and votes in favour as well.

Jesse and Rob had both made it into the chamber just in time. Out of breath and dishevelled, they had received one or two raised eyebrows, but most people were focussed enough on the vote not to notice. Once he had gotten his breath back and straightened his jacket again, Jesse felt no worse for wear. As if nothing had happened. Well, aside from the soft tingle of awareness on the side of his neck. It's like he can still feel Rob's determined tongue against it. He presses at it with his fingertips and-

"Against." Rob's word breaks through his distraction. Jesse turns to look at him, schooling his face into a blank mask in order to hide his shock. D66 has a different party line to Green-Left, of course, but he didn't think that Rob would stand against a measure so sensible. He believes in the funding increase, Jesse knows he must. But he's chosen to toe his party line. Why?

If Rob can sense Jesse staring, he doesn't react to it. He simply sits, not a hair out of place, pulling out his phone and typing something into it. It feels- strange. Jesse doesn't know what to do with it. He wrenches his gaze away from the other man and looks down at his hands, adding up the votes in his head. With D66 voting against, they won't have the numbers. There is no way for the funding to pass. He feels the disappointment, a visceral zing through his nerves. He glances over at Kauthar, shaking his head. They'll have to try another way.

His phone buzzes in his back pocket. He shifts and pulls it free, looking down at the screen.
Come to my apartment tonight?
He glances over at Rob. He is looking straight ahead, engrossed, by all appearances, in the proceedings. His phone sits idle by his wrist.
Should he? Jesse looks down at his own phone again and sighs, torn.
I'll have to check