I can't get You out of my head! (On Hold)

2. Who was that?

Frederic PoV

"This is the last meeting of the day Noah. Why don't you go ahead and prepare the gym? I'm going to need a hard workout after sitting behind this desk all day. And I'm pretty sure that I can take on a politician and his boy by myself if push comes to shove. If not, you have been a very bad teacher!" I grin at my bodyguard, knowing exactly what he is going to fixate on in that little speech.

"If you need a hard one Freddy, I can give it to you right here!" He guffaws while grabbing his junk.

"Hell no Lund! I may be gay, but I will never let you anywhere near me with that thing! You know my type, I needs me a good little twink to scream my name. And you, my man, do not even remotely fit into that category! Plus it would feel like I was having sex with my brother!" I fake a shiver. "Now why don't you act like a good little bodyguard and go do what I asked you for once?"

Noah laughs at me. "The day I do what you tell me the first time you ask me to, you'll drop dead from chok, for sure!"
I am prone to believe him. This man is ex-special forces. Before becoming my bodyguard seven years ago, he made a living taking orders. But not once has he done what I asked him the first time I asked. And weirdly enough I respect him for it. He has never treated me like a fragile little prince, but always helped me push myself to become a better man than my father. He even tried to shield me once when father wanted to beat me up. That cost him a corporal punishment and a week in the hospital.

After that, he was the one who came up with the idea of me getting tattooed. It would whip the tabloids into a frenzy trying to get pictures of me shirtless and that would in turn prevent my father from venting his anger on me physically. I couldn't be seen with bruises, as that would raise too many questions.  We couldn't let the people know the truth about their beloved king, now could we? The truth that the benevolent King Harold, the smiling father of the country, the champion of LGBTQ rights and legislation, the front man in every pride parade since I came out, was a fucking homophobic bigot who hated his short gay son for wanting dick!
No! That would have been bad for the royal image! And my father lived for the family image.
That's why the news of his illness was kept hidden from the public for as long as it was. After all there is nothing glamorous about Alzheimer's. The only upside was, that when he entered the last stage, his decline was quick and his death was welcomed, at least by me.

The only thing keeping me slightly sane during those though years, was Noah's stupid frat boy humor and the merciless self defense training he put me through. It gave me an opportunity to vent and, after sitting here in what used to be my fathers office, receiving condolences from politicians the whole day, I will enjoy venting again while trying to beat Noah in hand to hand combat.

"Just go! You asshole." I laugh. "I will give these people ten minutes to tell me how much they will miss the old bastard. And then I will come and kick your ass!"
"Freddy!" Noah fake gasps "NEVER use the word "come" in the same sentence as you refer to my ass ever again!"
Who would ever believe that this dumbass is the same person as my stone faced, never utter a word in public, bodyguard?

Feeling satisfied with apparently getting the last word, he leaves chuckling to himself.
A few minutes later two men are shown into the office. The man in front obviously the parliaments opposition leader, but who is the gorgeous man walking behind him?

He's almost a giant compared to me. But for once it doesn't turn me off, because his body is amazing! I try to catch his eyes, but to my utmost frustration he is keeping them lowered. Concentrating hard to make sense of the condolences coming from Erikson Sr. the small-talk is, thankfully, quickly dispensed with. I am then introduced to Jon Mattis Erikson. He finally looks at me while making a small bow. "My Rex."
My God! Suddenly I'm happy that I'm sitting behind this huge desk, because there is something about his voice that just connects straight to my cock! And I would pay a very good amount of money to find out what is going on inside his head right now, because the most adorable blush is slowly coloring his cheeks.

Trying to at least look cool and unaffected I ask him "So... Jon Mattis Erikson, eldest son of the opposition leader of my parliament. Are you also looking to go into politics like your father or are you perhaps seeking a position here at court?"
Apparently regaining his confidence he answers "Much to the chagrin of my father, I am unfortunately not cut out for politics my Rex." Smiling he continues "I am thinking of taking a position at court, but I am still trying to determine how best to serve you Your Majesty."

Oh I have some ideas for how he can serve me! And based on how crooked his smile just turned, he also caught on to the innuendo he made. I smirk at him "Well I hope that you find your passion Jon. And I have a feeling that I will be seeing you here at court very soon."

At this I have to end the audience. If I don't, I'll never be able to look Erikson Sr. in the eyes again. Watching his son walk away might actually still give me that problem, because his ass waving goodbye to me, makes me want to follow him around for a week!

Damn! It's a good thing that I have a training session planned with Noah. If I didn't, I might just lock myself in my room and beat off to images of that gorgeous giant until my dick fell off! And that confuses me to no end. Because he looks nothing like the guys I usually go for. As I said to Noah, my preferred partner is normally even smaller than me and rather feminine. So why does this son of a politician have this effect on me?
I will wait and see if he gets a court position. Maybe I'll even discreetly pull some strings. And then I will try to analyze what makes him so different.

Published August 28. 2018

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