Jon groaned as he woke up, his body pressed against another warm, firm one. He blinked his eyes open, taking in the sight of Jack's toned body just inches away from his own. Both of them were in their underwear, their morning erections obvious through the fabric.
Jack stirred, pretending to stretch and adjust his position. Jon took the opportunity to nuzzle against Jack's neck, inhaling his scent and placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. Jack's body tensed at the contact, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he subtly ground his hips against Jon's, a silent invitation.
Jon took the bait, grinding back and deepening his kisses on Jack's neck. "Well, good morning to you too, tease," Jon said, his voice low and playful.
Jack smirked, his own insults coming just as easily. "At least I'm not the one humping the bed like a dog in heat," he said, his voice full of amusement.
Jon's only response was to grind harder, his breath hitching as he felt Jack's own arousal growing. He was close to the edge, but he was not ready to let go just yet.
"I think we need to get up," Jon said, his voice full of innuendo.
Jack nodded, his own smirk mirroring Jon's. He got up, his boxers tented with his arousal. Jon couldn't help but stare, his own desire still burning bright.
"What was it you wanted to ask me again?" Jack said, his voice dripping with suggestion.
Jon's mind went blank for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "I was wondering if you could pass me my phone," he said, his voice steady despite the desire coursing through him.
Jack nodded, reaching for Jon's phone on the nightstand. As he handed it over, their fingers brushed, sending a jolt of electricity through them.
Jon took the phone, his eyes never leaving Jack's. He could see the desire in the younger man's eyes, and he knew that they were both thinking the same thing.
"One more thing," Jon said, his voice low. "Could you grab me a water bottle from the fridge?"
Jack nodded, a smirk on his face. He knew exactly what Jon was doing, and he was more than happy to play along. He turned and left the room, his hips swaying just a little more than usual.
Jon watched him go, his own arousal still strong. He knew that they couldn't take it any further, not on the campaign trail. But that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the view.
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