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

15. Stay safe!

Frederic PoV

After the stunt I pulled on Jon at the press conference a few day ago, I think that I owe him something nice. Therefore I have decided, that I will treat him to lunch during our briefing today. With that in mind, I have asked him to be at my office at eleven o'clock. That way we will be able to get some work done before the kitchen delivers our lunch at twelve.

I will never admit to it, but I sneaked a peek in his calendar when we were planning this meeting yesterday, just to make sure that he would have time for my little surprise. It did not look like he had anything important going on for the afternoon, which means that we should be able to enjoy our lunch without rushing it and without interruptions.

Jon arrives precisely at eleven. To my joy, we are apparently back to him greeting me with his beautiful smile and two cups of coffee and I thank the deities for the little things in life that makes a bigger difference that one would believe.

After plugging in his tablet, we get comfortable and start working. There is at lot to go through as the last time we had one of these briefings, was before the coronation. A lot has happened since then. Not only between us, but also with my public image. My communications team has been analyzing the public's reaction to everything from my change from Crown Prince to King, and the tabloids prying into who "Mystery Guy" was, to the blogs and articles written after the press conference. It should be mentioned that the only one on the team who knows what really went down between Jon and I, is Jacob.

Overall my people have a positive view on me for the moment and we will strive to build on that positivity. We spend the hour going over all the details in the rapport that the team has put together and at twelve o'clock sharp, there is a knock on the door. 

Jon has a very confused look on his face as the waiter rolls in with a table filled with different delicacies. After the food has been presented and the waiter has left, he turns to me "What is this?"

"Surprise!!" I cheer and wave my hands a little. "This is my way of trying to apologize for almost giving you a heart attack at the press conference!" I smile "The chefs here at the castle are topnotch and most of them have trained at Michelin Restaurants. So you are officially an extremely picky eater if you cannot find anything that you like on this table!"

Jon looks at the table feigning distrust "I'm pretty sure that my sister can cook circles around any of your chefs!" He then laughs "But I am willing to graciously accept your offer of apology." He puts on an air of a fine lady bestowing a great honor upon a humble knight.

As he gets up and saunters over to the table laden with food, I cant help laughing at his antics. The laughter gets caught in my throat and turns into a little cough, as he bends over and picks up a napkin that he dropped, thus giving me the perfect view of his stunning ass. He must have done that on purpose! He simply must have!! 

Suddenly I'm starving for more than food! In two seconds flat, my cock goes from sleeping to searching for home and I almost feel dizzy from the rush of blood leaving my brain to go south. That ass and its owner has been visiting my dreams almost nightly, since I had my taste that night after the coronation. And I want more!

Just as I am about to open my mouth and say something that would probably get me into trouble, Noah barges in.

"Code Red Your Majesty!" He yells. Jon puts his plate down while giving us a questioning look. Noah continues in a more normal voice "A couple of unknown persons has entered the castle covertly. This coincides with a credible threat made on your life Your Majesty. Therefore I am taking no chances! Until we have made sure that the threat is invalid, I will have to ask you to go to the Panic Room!"

Now Jon looks scared and he moves closer to me. It seems like it is an unconscious decision, and I briefly wonder if it is to seek protection or if he wants to protect me. But my thought-process is disturbed by Noah going over to the secret panel, sliding it open and punching the pass-code to open the Panik Room door. 

 The set-up of the Panic Room is fairly simple. It is a small room with a bed, a desk with a computer, a kitchenette and a cupboard sized bathroom. It is not much, but it is secret, the only two people knowing the pass-code is Noah and myself and in a pinch I should be able to survive in here for two to three days depending on the circumstances.

"In you go Freddy!" It seems like Noah has used up all his politeness for now as he herds both me and Jon into the room that has revealed itself. "He usually gets bored and impatient when locked up..." Noah looks at Jon "... and that's where you come in. Keep him entertained until I let you guys out again." With that he starts closing the door, but he suddenly stops and pats his different pockets trying to locate what he is searching for. He then pulls something from his back pocket and throws it on the Panik Room bed. "Stay Safe!" He grins as he shuts the door. 

Jon and I look at each other and then at what Noah threw on the bed. When I see what is lying smack dab in the middle of the covers, I cannot hold back the groan of exasperation at my idiot friend and bodyguard. 

"I am sorry Jon! Noah is living with the delusion that he is funny." I sigh and pick up the travel size lube and three-pack of condoms. But standing in a locked room, alone with Jon, with condoms and lube in my hands is proving to be even more awkward than when the stuff were lying on the bed. I have no idea of what facial expression to put on and it shows, because whatever my face is doing, it has Jon breaking down in laughter. 

It starts of slowly. First he snorts, then he tries to temper the giggles until he just gives up and throws his head back to let out a beautiful full body, tears running down his cheeks, contagious laughter. And contagious it is! I look at the stuff in my hands, then at Jon and I just give in and let go, giving myself up to the laughter that courses through my body.

After laughing for what seems like forever, we finally cool down a bit. We have settled on the floor at the foot of the bed after I threw Noah's "gift" in a drawer in the nightstand. Jon giggles again and I look at him questioningly "Well it's just..." he giggles again "...I mean. It wouldn't get much more safe than having sex in a panik room while using protection." The round of laughter this thought brings is thankfully shorter that the first round. By this time both my cheeks and my sides hurt from laughing so much and it does not look like Jon is faring any better than me.

As we finally catch our breaths again, Jon start looking around "So. M- Frederic. Do you have any food here in your secret lair? I didn't get to eat any of the topnotch, Michelin chef prepared delicacies before your bodyguard so rudely interrupted us, just to save your life."

I get up and step over to the kitchenette. Going through the cupboards I spot a few things "Well I can offer you a topnotch military grade meal-bar or maybe ramen noodles cooked by a King?" I turn to him waving one of each offering in my hands.

"I think that I'll play it safe and just take the meal-bar." Jon smiles. Feigning outrage I shake the ramen package at him. "I will have you know, that I have never set fire to noodles! Grilled cheese sandwiches is a completely different thing! And I blame the cute chef that tried to teach me how to feed myself!" 

Jon snorts and then looks up at me "Seriously?" I just shrug my shoulders "What? I was eighteen and the guy was the best thing I had ever seen in an apron. You would have been distracted enough to set fire to something too!" I grab two meal-bars and plop back down beside Jon, handing him his meager lunch. "Now you tell me something embarrassing about yourself. Do not leave me hanging!" I demand.

"But I've never set fire to anything." Jon says, trying to weasel himself out of giving me a story. I give him a flat look, stating "I did not ask you about your history with arson, be it kitchen related or otherwise. I wanted to know something embarrassing about you, preferably something that you have never told anyone else." I prod.

Published October 12. 2018

What do you think Jon will tell Frederic?

Dang these boys are talkers... I had to cut this chapter in half because they just kept on going, so next chapter will continue in Frederic's PoV.

Until next time.

Don't do anything that I wouldn't do!