Jon awoke to an all too familiar feeling. The warmth of a body pressed against his own, the rhythmic breathing of a man who was still fast asleep. He kept his eyes closed, a smirk playing on his lips as he reveled in the feeling of Jack's hardness pressed against his thigh.
Jack stirred, his body tensing as he realized the situation he found himself in. He tried to subtly pull away, but Jon's arm was draped over his waist, holding him in place. Jack's heart raced as he felt Jon's lips press against his neck, a feigned show of affection that was anything but.
Jon's stubble scratching against Jack's skin sent shivers down his spine as he felt Jon's hips begin to grind against his own. He let out a soft moan, trying to stifle the sound as Jon's lips moved to his cheek, then his ear.
Jack's mind was racing, his body on fire as Jon's hands began to explore his body. He tried to play along, his own hips beginning to move in time with Jon's. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, his breath hitching as Jon's teeth grazed his earlobe.
With a soft moan, Jack came in his boxers, his body trembling as he tried to stifle the sound. Jon's hips never stopped moving, his lips never leaving Jack's skin.
"Morning, sunshine," Jon said, his voice dripping with faux innocence. "Did you sleep well?"
Jack's mind was still reeling, his body still humming with pleasure. He tried to catch his breath, his mind scrambling for a response.
"Yeah, I did," he said, his voice hoarse. "Did you need something?"
Jon's hips ground against Jack's once more, causing him to gasp. "Just wondering if you could grab me a coffee when you get up," Jon said, his voice low and seductive.
Jack nodded, his body still trembling with pleasure. He forced himself to get up, his mind still reeling from the encounter.
As he stood, Jon's arm dropped away, leaving Jack feeling suddenly exposed. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself as he made his way to the front of the bus.
Jon watched him go, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He knew he had the upper hand, and he wasn't afraid to use it.
The campaign was just getting started, and Jon was determined to enjoy every moment of it. Even the cramped bus rides and early morning encounters.
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