fallofromulus

[fallofromulus]

Roman chews on his bottom lip, he's trying his best to not overstep, fuck this up, or say the wrong thing that would make Jeryd leave forever. He gives a sigh, and looks over to Jeryd. It's known he's not liking Roman's answer, even though Roman thought it was pretty spot-on of how he felt. He would accept it. "—I mean like, fuck — okay," he holds up his hands as he begins to speak. "You and me, I would accept this," he gestured between the two of them, giving him a small, yet very vulnerable smile. "Like, fuck — hypothetical situation, you and I fucking — we uh — do this, you and I — you give me my own ring," he holds up his thumb, then removes the ring, sliding the larger band onto his index finger, and gestured. "Yeah, fuck yeah, I would." Roman gains confidence, — alert the media. "But I mean, I can say no. I can give you a fuck no." Then, he looks up at Jeryd, and slowly nods. "Yeah, but we are getting to the same line."

This was something he needed to think about, and it ate at him. It was right there, and Shiv was standing in the way. Shiv — his fucking beloved sister — was in the way. He notes this. He knows Jeryd is right. The campaigns were terrible, the damage control, the terrible conspiracies, and whatever else that Roman doesn't know. "—Do you have thoughts? A game plan?" He asks softly. "I mean, this is new to me too. I just — I'm here, I wanna be there with you. In this." He slowly nods. "We would make history." The confidence made Roman feel good for a brief moment. But, he was terrified. He knew the idea of what destruction it could be. His family would do maximize of torture, and brand him as a fascist too. He would be in for it. But then again, he wouldn't be alone in it. He would have someone. The thought made him increase the reasoning of what he does. "I get it. You are prepping me, like for the big fucking game."

It's what it was, he was a coach prepping the player. The coach knew what he was doing, the player was on a brand new field.

When Shiv comes back into play, he looks over and there's sincerity in his eyes, and the little gleam of hope. Even though, Jeryd pulls him back down to Earth and he realizes that his family would ruin it. A rush of sadness flushes against his skin, and it nearly burns. He worries it's painted on his face, and he attempts to hide it.

"—Yeah," he whispered. It wasn't like he was giving up, but he was realizing that his family would possibly be worse than everything. "—I wanna do this, just know I'm not being talked into this, but I get it — I have a lot to think about."

The male's face lightens up briefly, but he knows it's not that simple. "No, of course, but it's the start however long it goes, and what it takes, doesn't mean it's gonna happen tomorrow, you returned the book back to the library, it's still open." His eyes shoot up. "I'm not," he shakes his head. "You know, I don't blame her, I don't blame you, to be honest, my parents' divorce is still weird to discuss. So, I mean, I'm sure you're going to navigate."

It takes everything he can to not kiss Jeryd again. He craves it, he wants the touch. But then, he ends up reading his mind. Jeryd does it, and he smiles softly. Roman barely touches Jeryd's fingers. "—There's always been a thing. You and me."

He pursed his lips, and glances up again. Roman smiles, delicately, and it looks like he's in love. That can't be right. He could never be in love, it didn't feel real. Roman shoves the thought to the side, and softly laughs. "—Is it the name?"

Taking in a breath, he thinks that’s a nice answer but lets out a sigh in response. It lingers in the silence as he pinches his brows together and thinks on Roman’s answer. “I don’t want you to accept whatever I give you. If I wanted someone to agree with me and take whatever I offered, then I’d stay with my wife.” And fuck around behind her back but he thinks that comment is best left in his head. “We’re reading the same book but not quite on the same page.” Not yet but he was hopeful they were close to it.

Jeryd knew that he wasn’t just older, that he was more experienced than Roman with a comparatively healthier upbringing than what he went through, so he understood where the need to please came through but wanted to bring out something more of Roman.

It was a huge deal for both and something they needed to talk through this instead of just agreeing at the first thing. It was more than simple yes, man ways.

“I just want you to think about everything that comes with this. Your family has been in the spotlight for business but it’s a different world when you’re a politician or when you’re with one. You’ve had some scrutiny, but you’ve never had attack campaigns and press or other leaders trying to come at you. You saw how crazy the election got for me as a nominee but imagine that but on the world stage as the partner of the President of the United States. Add that you’ll be the first public male partner of the first openly queer President.” He’d thought over it countless times, he’d had meetings about if his sexuality ever got out and they were intense. “I’m not trying to scare you; I’m trying to give you all the facts and that this is going to be intense if we do it.” A pragmatic man, he’d always had it ingrained in him to prepare then act.

Other people in his world or work could play dirty without an emotional attachment, he was one of them, and that extended to people like Shiv. “Roman,” he sighs, “think. That letter was to her own brother, and I even thought it was harsh. She didn’t even hate him, but she hates me and she had a seat at the table on election night. What she said about Ken, she could say worse about us, and I don’t think you being her favourite brother would hold her back- I think it would spur her on.” From his perspective, he could see her anger and her betrayal and how that could be used in anger and give that extra push. “And it’s not just her. Think about how your other family would react? Ken. Connor. Your nieces and nephew. You’re on the outs with them now but you always go back to family, its natural. Fuck, I’ve thought about how mine would react.” Not that he gave a shit about that but still.

“It’s not as easy as that but yes.” It could easily get messy. “The chapter is closing but that won’t be the end of it. We still have the kid,” so dismissively spoken, “and I must play the dad for the press and for my base. If anything, the two of them are going to be a good asset to navigate this whole thing publicly.” He’d already thought of ways to do that, ran them by his team to keep his base happy and try and use the situation to win a second term. “She’ll play nice if you’re worried about that.” There’d be coldness but he could work around that.

He thinks how it must look having a serious conversation like this after a great fuck and standing naked against his bathroom sink. Maybe the lack of clothes helped with being able to speak to plainly and honest but then again, they always had a thing for bathrooms, and it could easily be that.

“There’s a thing. You always manage to weave that in,” he smiles and leans in for a quick kiss. He doesn’t lean back, stays close. “I agree. There is and there has been since the bar, then your dad’s bathroom and now all this…”

“Not like that,” he laughs. “Just before I was confirmed as the nominee, I had to lay all my secrets out so we could be ready with a plan if anything came out. I’ll take a hit, could be big could be salvageable, but its so we can plan. I’ve got some ideas how we can spin this thing here.” He gives Roman a wink. “Believe it or not, I think this happening with you specifically could actually help.” A Roy, someone politically aligned as him and connected to the media, easily liked was a win.

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Roman looks at the President, pointed glance and feels the needed smirk. He can't help himself. He's beaming. "—Yeah, maybe you know — would accept whatever it was that you give me," he laughs. "—Great, glad we are on the same page."

This was awfully something new for Roman, and the cautiousness was driving him insane. He felt the need to stay level-headed in this conversation. Roman can only shrug, and to his dismay, he hated the entire idea of Shiv and Kendall never talking to him again.

But, he's always been lonely.

He's always been on his own, and even if he did meet up with Shiv, Shiv had Tom — Shiv had a baby, Ken had whoever — Connor had Willa — Roman was alone. Did he like being alone? He wasn't sure. In his mind, he wasn't worthy enough for anyone, so it was a big reason he never pursued anything. Maybe getting a cat would adjust this. A dog and a cat. Sounds correct. Roman raises his brows, as if he wants to feel hopefulness. "—No," he agreed. It wouldn't. Shiv would pull out her claws and rip him to shreds, then leave him bleeding.

"I don't —," his voice trails, and it hurts. "There's no reason, if she went public, she would what, expose me for what, being with you? The world would already know. Expose you for whatever she could dig up? To sabotage? Ken fucked around with Dad and Shiv took it upon herself to write a fucking dirty ass letter. This is something out of her control." Roman is talking himself into this. "It's not the worst stone that has been thrown at me."

Roman frowns, listening to Jeryd speak. "So, that's it? You're about to close the chapter on it?" He can't comprehend it. It's all happening so fast, and Roman's heart is catching up with him. He feels something for Jeryd, and it's driving him crazy.

He smiles, looking down at their feet. Then, at Jeryd. Jeryd wears the most beaming grin, and it makes Roman full of bliss and happiness. Roman notices Jeryd's cerulean piercing eyes, taking in every detail of Jeryd. Something stirs in Roman. Maybe, he's — no, that can't be it. There's a bond. He's formed something with Jeryd and in a short period of time, Roman feels dedicated. "Sure about us?" he gestured, pointing to the space between them, moving his finger back and forth. "Yeah, there's a thing — I like it. Feels good. Feels like how we should be."

It's a stretch, but he can't believe he's saying it.

Roman listens attentively, making it known how mischievous he is becoming in all of this. "Oh, already sending the Mystery Gang on the case." He softly smiles. It takes Roman a millisecond to nod his head, and then look up at Jeryd. "Yeah, fine. with it."

Was he?

Daddy dearest was gone, he wouldn't be torturing Roman for being in love with the same sex. He wouldn't torment him. Roman has never been confident in his situation because he never had anyone go to enough distance to actually want to act on it. His flings were nothing. He can't even pinpoint an inkling of what he feels right now with any of them.

Again, Jeryd is the exception to every rule he's made for himself.

Mirroring Roman, his eyebrow raises but he eagerly awaits the answer, watching him as close he can without giving up the pretence of nonchalance. There was a strange fear creeping in. Not that he didn’t think he would be rejected but maybe at some hesitation. “A fan?” He snickers. “I can work with that.” The two of them seemed to be coy about it, getting close to admitting but never quite doing it. 

That was the first person he thought of who would be against like that but he thought there would be some more who would have something to say. “She would be the most vocal but I know how I am and my reputation, I’m not easily liked by some.” Yet he actually liked that and the challenge of it. “This wouldn’t be the same fight,” spoken so calm. “And it would carry through any holidays…she could go public. I remember the letter she published to your brother. You’d get one far worse. Is that something you could handle?” 

It may have been because he as naked in the bathroom but he shifted uncomfortably on the side at Romans question. “We’ve agreed on a divorce.” Spoken so plainly. “It’s not why she came but it’s what she agreed when she left.” Mutual wasn’t the right descriptive but it was something they agreed on, the fault mostly lying at his feet yet no feeling attached to it. 

“I don’t bullshit; if I want it and I say it then I’m serious. You should know that by now,” he gives Roman a playful tap with his foot and a grin to match. “Are you sure? This is about us both.” More serious than he thought. 

He’d be the first which was an extra added pressure and he knows to expect something like this from the other side, not him. “I’ve had some talks after everything happened. Not damage control but running numbers with the guys, see where we stand if anything came out just to be prepared.” It happened shortly after before he was chosen as the nominee. Not being able to help it, he snickers at Romans comment. “It would send the left into a meltdown. They call me homophobic you know? They’d choke on those words.” And he did want to see that level of chaos. “Thing is…I’m fine with my sexuality; I’ve never been ashamed of it so if people know it’s fine. I’m President. I’ve got what I wanted. Can you say the same?” 

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He raises a brow, and looks at Jeryd immediately — more intensively. "—I—" he muttered. The word tasted odd. Confessing he liked it, or confessing it, terrified him. Roman was out of his mind for a moment — the subspace had made him concoct some dreamscape that himself and Jeryd were about to run away together. "—I'd be a fan," he said, scratching his head.

The thought of his siblings never seeing him again seemed like an impossible cause. They always rekindled, even if they hated each other, they still managed to make it work, even if it was a mess. "You think? — You can just say Shiv, you don't have to play Scooby Doo." He sighs. "We've gotten into a billion fights. This would just be a billion and one." Roman was confident, then again, dinners would be weird. Thanksgivings would be strange. . . Mummy would love it. Roman bagging the president as a — whatever, boyfriend? Husband? He doesn't even know how he got this far with Jeryd.

When Jeryd mentions soon-to-be ex, he scoffed. "You're kidding. — Right? She —" He doesn't know how to complete the thought. Is that why she came?

"You — you're sure? You would do that? Dude I was just — fucking in my thoughts." He didn't mean to confess so quickly if that's the target subject that got him so hard for once in his fucking life. Being the president's plaything, becoming the president's — period. Everything. Roman needs to think.

"—That's uh, big, big step, you know? Never had a president who swung both ways so publicly. Hey, maybe you might win the LGBTQIA+ votes," he muttered, with a shrug, getting himself together as he stares so lovingly toward Jeryd. He was already thinking of how horribly wrong this could go — but on the other hand, Roman found someone who wanted him.

Would Jeryd keep him? Would he never have to worry about it?

Catching the muttered words, he almost freezes as he cleans himself with a towl. Instead, he acts as relaxed as he can but knows how tempting that particular scenario would be. “And if I did give you one permanently?” Casually spoken but he looks over out of the corner of his eye to see what the reaction would be before deciding to carry on. “If that situation happened, you know that could destroy any chance of you reconnecting with your siblings? At least one hates my guts.” As he said it, he could see the opposite. The infamous Roy siblings coming together to get their brother away from the big bad President. “And my soon-to-be ex isn’t your greatest fan at this present moment.” That, he could easily handle and didn’t really see a downside.

Was he actually considering this? It would change every aspect of his life and be a new territory.

Coming back to Roman, it’s his turn to be against the counter. Standing so relaxed but close to Roman that he can look him over and see all the details he craved. “Just us,” he repeats, “Whatever desire we have we could just act on. No hiding away, it would all be out there.”

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Jeryd's words sent wavelengths into Roman's head, nearly making his pulse vibrate uncontrollably. "—I like having time," he whispered, and it's in a haze, that it just falls lazily off his lips. He feels Jeryd's face in the crook of his neck, as he gasps softly. He's moving closer into Jeryd, as if he's someone in a drought begging for water.

He's being saved, and his thirst is quenched.

The male groans again, then there's a noticing of how Roman feels briefly. He glances down quick, in a blink, to view the ring. He's right, it's marking roughly, more than two lines, there are four. His thumb looks like he had a great night sleep and had lines embossed. It's driving him crazy because he loves the idea of being marked. "Too bad it's not my ring you gave me permanently," he muttered as his voice has a gravel to it. A humorless laughs drops from his lips as he lets out a tiny whimper. It's what he finds himself crashing. That's who he wants to be. Someone entangled with Jeryd makes the most sense. Everything is clearer with him.

Roman glances up and his eyelids are half-shut. It's consuming him and thank God or whatever deity he chooses to believe in, that Jeryd has the tight grasp on him. "—Huh?" he whispered softly. "Will you embark?" He spits out. "No one else. Just us — everything — every craving? Desires you have?" he muttered as his voice was almost inaudible. That was enough to get him into his climax. He was toppling over and it was sickening to a point. The words fall lightly, as he's still slowly zoning out of his own thoughts. To be honest, Roman barely knows what he's saying. He's floating still, and only Jeryd can pull him back to Earth.

As soon as they both collide into each other, Roman finds himself trying to stand on his tip toes, as he notices how badly the need for Jeryd is, causing him to collapse. He leans against the counter further, to deal life and gasps. "Fuck, Jeryd," he says, bending his head down, curling into his arm.

He did like the idea of Roman proving that, it naturally played into both of their desires and fit them their dynamic so well. “You’ll have plenty of time for that,” said almost like a promise, softly spoken and full of meaning. “We have all the time we can want,” sounding so serious and committed already and he willingly allows the words to fall from his mouth. 

His leg tightens around Roman, his breath becomes heavier and harder to control but he doesn’t mind. It brings him more in the moment and he grips Roman with both his leg and his hand, feeling the ring press firmly into both their skins. It’s going to mark Roman more but the thought spurs him on. “My ring is marking you,” he says hazily unsure why he says it but he’s in an almost list filled haze. “I’m going to do that in the short time I have left with it.” Again, his face nuzzles into Romans neck, feeling himself getting closer and closer. 

“You are. I can’t stop thinking of you. How much I want you, the scenarios I’ve thought of you in…”  It bordered on obsessive. At the meetings and dinners with Logan he’d always ask about Roman, subtle at first then more and more until he could see it wasn’t going anywhere. “You should be a problem for me but I can’t help but seek you out.” It would be easier if he didn’t but he didn’t want to stop. 

Finally, he comes inside Roman and spills out but watches the two of them reflected in the mirror. Gently, he pulls out, releases his leg and grip only to move it Romans back. Bending down, he crouches and licks up the parts of him that remained in romans skin, making sure to lick the more sensitive parts before separating and cleaning himself up. 

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The breath on Roman's skin sends a thrill through Roman. He loves it. He's finding himself collapsing into it. "Yeah?" he replied softly. "Well, maybe I can prove it." The male groans softly, as he has the craving of Jeryd devouring him. It's so funny, and ironic. It's captivating, and the chemistry between the two keeps fueling something.

Jeryd acts like a python, using his leg as leverage against Roman, causing the wind to be knocked out of the other. He's turned on by the entire thing, and Roman grins, biting down on his lip.

"I think — I think I'm finding out," he murmured, as if he felt high. This was what it was like, right? To be high? To take drugs? What was this? How did he describe the need and want he had for Jeryd, even after everything. The coaxing of damage that Jeryd has done. He needs more of it. For once he's floating, and he enjoys it.

He likes to float and he doesn't fall for once. "—Jeryd, I — Jeryd," his voice cracks.

“Maybe,” he breathes into Roman’s neck, “but not yet.” If anything, he wasn’t sure what Roman’s limit would be and pushing too much too fast wouldn’t do good for either of them. “She put up me for years, let’s see if you can handle me for a bit longer than this.” Its playful, he doesn’t want to disparage Roman or knock down the minimal amount of contact let.

It wasn’t his favourite position but there was always something extra with the two of them and bathrooms and being pressed so into him that changed his mind.

With that in mind, he has a thought and manoeuvres his leg around one of Roman’s, wrapping himself around as if trying to cling to him as much as he could in any way that he could think of. It was almost crazed but a slow and intimate one that he savoured.

“Do you have any idea how crazy you drive me?” he almost grunts as he goes in deeper. “You make me insatiable,” said with a growl through a bitten lip to control himself from coming. He wants to do it together, wants to watch them in unison through the mirror.

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ROMAN ROY | SUCCESSION 1x09

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Roman has entered a subspace, and one that is making any kind of other outside thought linger at the gates of his mind. Jeryd's words ring in his ears, and he groans. "Ugh —" he muttered. "I can — I can do it."

But he backs away, especially after the last few things that were said.

"—Bummer," he replied, but it was a joke partially. He was welcomed, and finding his footing within someone. Roman knew this was possibly his new life, even though he was still waiting for the other shoe to drop.

The sudden touch makes him squeeze Jeryd's fingers, but unbeknownst to him, he squeezes the metal-band-clad thumb against the other's skin. He suddenly felt safe. Their fingers were closer and even in every thrust, Roman still found himself wanting to be the best for Jeryd.

In the midst of everything, he's forced to bend forward, causing Roman to adjust enough to give Jeryd more access. "—You are." But, you know that.

His eyes shut and he feels the teeth seep once again into their skin. Are they vampires now? In a strange desire, Roman liked the sound of it. Blood thirsty demons attached to each other — molded into one another so they were destined to never leave each other. It's far out of anything Roman ever imagined.

He wants to believe him, wants to try everything out on the other man to the point where it consumes and takes over as he imagines every possible reaction, sound and detail of the possibility. “You could…” he grunts slowly, “…but not yet.” It was too soon for it after the heavy morning they had. “I want you all to myself, not to break you.” Maybe to get close to the edge of that, that could work but he didn’t think they were there yet.

One of his hands finds Roman’s and places it on top, linking their fingers together, taking them in a tight fist and feeling the cold metal of his wedding band pressing into his skin. Eyes dart down to glare at the ring, unknowingly at first and then with a depth he didn’t realise possible.

“I know I am,” almost accusing Roman.

Bending him forward, he guides himself in deeper but slowly as he can, trying not to hurt Roman in the absence of lube. His head lifts just a little only to move to shoulder, nibbling at his neck to then sink his teeth into the shoulder as he feels himself spilling out.

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"I can — I can," he reassures Jeryd, hoping that Jeryd would bite. Did he crave it? Of course, but he as familiar with that sort of love or affection. It was home to him.

Roman presses his palms against the counter trying to gain some sort of balance because he feels like he might tumble over. The male glances over his shoulder and laughs.

"Yeah? Well, fuck, so are you."

The closeness destroys Roman, he has it so bad for Jeryd it eats him alive. He needs him — he wants him — he desires for Jeryd to just swallow him whole. His fingers tough against his balls causing Roman to gasp, gripping tighter onto the edge of the counter, screaming into his shoulder to muffle his cry. The thrusts were more impacted, and he leans more into Jeryd with every thrust.

He wants more of it. It's consuming him.

The temptation of that was almost too much and he wasn’t entirely certain he wanted to be cruel to Roman like that. With his wife, they had an arrangement, this was more than that. “I don’t think you could handle my cruelty,” he breathes, voice low and believing it but its oddly reassuring as he says it.

From behind he can see more of Roman thanks to the bathroom mirror, his eyes torn between taking in his back and watching for his reactions, taking care to focus on all the details he can.

“You’re something else,” he grins back. Of all the people he’d been with, none got him as quick or easy as Roman and none gave as much as he did. One hand reaches in front of Roman, their skin pressing together from the back, his hand next to Roman’s as the other gently squeezes his balls.

The more he thrusts into him, he feels his head rest on the top of Roman’s, craving that closeness and feeling that no matter how much he presses into him, he still wants more of it.

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He glances over his shoulder and moans softly. "You can be cruel to me," he whispered. It was a confession, and a very promising one too. He wanted it. He could take it. Roman would be his anything.

His eyes shut and he focuses on Jeryd. He's taking over his mind. It's a happy place, and he likes it.

The kisses were different, especially since it was something from Jeryd. Jeryd didn't speak about his feelings, so this was so very new. The male chews on his bottom lip. He immediately looks in the mirror and smirks, completely mischievously. "Maybe."

Roman closes his eyes feel the two of them once again merge. His feelings were overloading, and he was almost confused. Maybe even a little lost, but for some reason — he was found with Jeryd.

“Couldn’t do it with my wife still in the drive,” he answers back but nuzzles his head into the crease of Roman’s neck. “Too cruel.” Not that he cared too much but there was something to be said about not rubbing salt in the wound.

Little kisses make their way down the back of Roman’s neck and spin, his hands moving down to find Roman’s length and lightly stroke it as his kisses rush down his back. There’s a fury to his mouth movement, as if he can’t get enough of him and not wanting to break the contact but a momentary break happens as Jeryd snaps his eyes to the mirror to meet Roman’s gaze. “Using my own words against me?” he glares but its lustful, not malicious.

He had the perfect view from behind, able to see Roman in a way he hadn’t before but the bathroom mirror allowing him to see Roman’s face. Best of both, he thinks. Leaning in more, slowly pushes into Roman, grunting a little as he feels him enter and grips the sink to get in deeper. It’s slow on purpose, easing both of them into it and bending forward so he can get as close as possible.

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He scoffed. "You like it." Roman smiles, but it's to himself mostly. Jeryd likes him. Jeryd likes him. That's something he can't put a price on, nor can he actually see. He's glancing over at the other, and it feels electrifying again. "Uh — I'm good, you can keep toppin'," he says awkwardly.

The male turns his head and focuses on the other as he speaks. "Fascinating," he muses. "Stalker in disguise." It's a joke, but he only softly smiles again. He's wrapped around Jeryd's finger and he is fully aware. "—Dude, fucking — that — I was so sure."

Roman bites back, "Why didn't you?" Roman is hard again. "Then don't, just —" he cuts himself off as Jeryd kisses his neck. Roman finds himself sinking into Jeryd, and it's a mutter as he answers. "—Careful that sounds a little vow-y."

Something about the mocking, it shouldn’t turn him on, but it does. Whatever comeback he has, he is uncharacteristically lost for words causing his face to give Roman a weird, uncontrolled look. Instead, he focuses on the other part and giving a disapproving sound to the others. “Careful, you’re saying something that sounds a little vow-y,” he taunts but the thought doesn’t feel bad, and he likes the sound of that. “Want some practise?” his voice full of suggestion. “I don’t normally bottom but…” Normally he didn’t want to but that curiosity was itching at him.

A quick dismissal as he waves the thought away. “No, I know of him in a vague sense from the research my team did. I didn’t care to find out anything beyond your link.” Playing it off like he didn’t care about the other man even though he was thinking about what could have happened there. “Wrong teams, I’m sure there’s some kind of a joke or observation I could make but I wont.” Too easy.

“I could have fucked you outside,” so blunt but there’s a hunger in his voice that shows he meant it, “I don’t want to wait.” He moves closer to Roman, kisses his neck from behind as he starts to pull his pants down. Pressed against him, he feels his warmth and relishes in the closeness before moving forward and pressing himself as close as he can. “You drive me crazy,” he breathes, “I could spend my entire time doing this with you.”

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"Uh huh, yep you are so obsessed with little me. It's so funny too," he mocks. Roman licks his lips and slowly nods. "Right, like meant to be fucking shit, like story book," he chuckled. Jeryd's words rattle him, and he takes in a breath. He's turned on, and it's making him feel the other seep into his veins. It's something he can lean into. That's a catastrophe all in itself. "Working on it."

Roman raises a brow, and then lets out an uneasy chuckle. "So you know him." He squints his eyes and scratches the back of his head. "Ha, good one, yeah uh — it was for Dad, but fuck. Yeah, the Hearts." He glances away. "Fucked up anyway, wrong team." Roman scoffs. "Yeah, whatever."

When they entered the bathroom, he was hyped on pure adrenaline. "Right fucking to it, huh," he muttered, getting right into position as he was told.

Jeryd’s face scrunches up. “No, no, no,” he chides with an over-the-top shake of his head. “I’m just intrigued how we’ve been so aligned before we met.” It’s almost romantic. When he thinks about the electricity between them and now how much Roman had specifically been unknowingly involved in getting him to the Summit and in office, things start to click into place. More than that, he likes the notion of it. “And I’m intrigued to see what you’re like with a bit of an ego. I think it’ll suit you.” In more ways than one.

“Right, the Azerbaijanian guy.” Vaguely he knew of him but only from the research his team did on Roman. “You own a soccer team with him. Scottish one, right? Did you do that for Dear Ol’ Dad or did the guy seduce you into it?” As he speaks, he pulls out his phone and stops – surprised at the look of the man. “Wow. You’ve got quite the record of good-looking men.” Obviously including himself in that.

Walking in the bathroom, he easily pulls down his pants wanting to get right to it. The morning was charged and not in the way either of them wanted, waiting around wouldn’t do them any favours. “Against the side,” he demands, watching Roman’s every little movement.

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He snickered. “Oh you’re fucking obsessed with me,” he jokes. “You see me as someone about to gain his ego, huh?” Roman quipped. Although, he doesn’t really believe in it, the word slipped, and honestly it made sense.

“Uh — yeah? Eduard Asgarov, he comes from oil.” He shakes his head. “No, this was a hostage situation, like full blown in Turkey, like I was in deep shit with a billion over people. So, there was nothing kinky about that, and plus I was trapped in a hotel lobby. Nothing spicy about that, while I played I Spy and Fuck Marry Kill with Laird and Karl, and then Karl was having a fuckin’ panic attack.”

He watched as Jeryd basically followed suit. Now, he’s following the other. “Yeah, I like it.”

"Wow, fate worked in our favor," he mumbled. Then he tilts his head. "The Raisin was so fucking weird, I was the one who got to hear he was dropping out. That was fucking nice." He rolls his eyes. Roman smiles. "But no one else is this close."

Jeryd was right, there was no sense of Roman to try to even think about thinking Jeryd was owned by him — if anything, Roman was owned by Jeryd.

Suddenly, Roman had a new outlook on life. "I guess I did."

Roman raised a brow. "Uh huh." He shrugged. "Ankle Cleavage guy," he muttered. "No one really important, really. Got fucking kidnapped because of him too, that was fucked up. Wow, what a time."

The male shifts his eyes. "I didn't get fucked in the bathroom if that helps your ego." Roman bites his bottom lip, eyes shifting to glance at the bathroom entrance. "—Are you insinuating you need to use the facilities?" he jokes, but he's completely serious.

He nods. "As long as we are on the same page," he notes, standing up.

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"Wow, fate worked in our favor," he mumbled. Then he tilts his head. "The Raisin was so fucking weird, I was the one who got to hear he was dropping out. That was fucking nice." He rolls his eyes. Roman smiles. "But no one else is this close."

Jeryd was right, there was no sense of Roman to try to even think about thinking Jeryd was owned by him — if anything, Roman was owned by Jeryd.

Suddenly, Roman had a new outlook on life. "I guess I did."

Roman raised a brow. "Uh huh." He shrugged. "Ankle Cleavage guy," he muttered. "No one really important, really. Got fucking kidnapped because of him too, that was fucked up. Wow, what a time."

The male shifts his eyes. "I didn't get fucked in the bathroom if that helps your ego." Roman bites his bottom lip, eyes shifting to glance at the bathroom entrance. "—Are you insinuating you need to use the facilities?" he jokes, but he's completely serious.

He nods. "As long as we are on the same page," he notes, standing up.

He groans. “Your father did have presidents in his pocket. If it weren’t for your dad turning on the Rasin, the Summit wouldn’t have happened, and we’d never have met. However,” he says drawing that word out, “you don’t have me in your back pocket. You have me but you don’t own me.” Boyer’s warning plays in his head when he became the nominee, all Roy’s are the same and they’ll use you dry and throw you out when you don’t bend to them. That wasn’t going to be his way.

“Didn’t you?” Its not mocking, its reassuring as if to force Roman to think of himself having won against his siblings. In his eyes, Roman had won. There was little point of him telling Roman he won, he wanted him to think it.

A forced scoff comes out. “What? No. I’m not-“ the words came out completely flustered and he hated it which was made worse by the giggle. “Wait, who was the other guy?” Images of this mystery man almost formed in his head out curiosity and something much more. An uncomfortable grin is forced on his face tyring to downplay it. “I’ll take the favourite even if there’s a few people I’m in competition for. I’ll have to make you forget your other bathroom experiences,” his eyes narrow at Roman but his head signals to the bathroom.

“I assumed you already are.” Spoken so assuredly.

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"Well, my father was always wanted to have a president in his back pocket, the whole spill of picking a president. I dunno, dude, guess I just got lucky," he muttered.

His eyes shift, looking down at Jeryd's hand — it was the first thing he noticed as the other moved closer. The shoulder touch gets him, as he barely moves his shoulder, turning his neck to look at the other. "—You make it sound like I won," he muttered. And maybe, I did.

He stops for a moment. "Are you — are you fucking jealous?" he scoffed, with a giggle. "To be fair, this was after you. — Fine, there was one. before. Fucking in Argestes, was making plans, man, you know doing the dirty fucking deeds of business planning. Nothing new for me." He laughs. "And just so you know, Mr. President, you were my favorite bathroom experience."

Roman glances up, after hearing the noise from Jeryd. "Do you want me to be yours? — Am I yours?" His mouth twitches.

“Among many reasons but, yeah. I think you are even if I am bias in that.” He feels the fabric of Roman’s pants, his eyes trailing them as he relaxes into his seat and shifting a little closer to him. “Where are they? Did they get what they wanted?” Jeryd shrugs but because of the proximity, he feels his shoulders graze Roman. “Let’s review…” the utter disdain for the siblings clear in his voice. “Connor, in Slovenia but happy I’ve heard. Kendall, nothing going on. Shiv, a mother. You, in a highly respected job in a powerful position and have an exceptionally good time fucking the President.”

The idea of another bathroom moment outside of him struck him with instant jealousy. Straightening up a little, he can’t help but feel agitated at it and uncharacteristically aware of how close in age Roman and Lukas are compared to the two of them. “What is it with you and bathroom deals? Any others I should know about?” The last question just falls out of his mouth faster than he wanted and reeks of desperation.

“Missed opportunity for us both,” he says finally looking up with something extra in his eyes. “I would have fucked you in there. I wanted to.” Even though Roman sobbed at the front, it was a thought that invaded his mind and he opened himself to the thought of it. The extra spice of it being in such a forbidden place and event only spurred him on. “Imagine the sin that would have been.” And he did.

There’s a pleasing noise coming from him. “No,” he hums, “if I get you something, I’d want you to wear it- want you to know you’re mine.” And part of him wanted everyone to know that.

“Who is that supposed to be?” he remarks as he breaks and looks to Roman confused but entertained.

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He raises a brow, nearly mirroring Mencken's infamous brow. "Yeah? And I'm beating them, because I'm sitting pretty with the president." Roman replied with the utmost matter-of-fact tone, and he clicks his tongue a few times, before adjusting how he sat. "Uh, no," Roman said in an uneasy tone. "He pissed in front of me once, that's when I was trying to make the deal, but it worked, didn't it?" he laughed.

"Yeah, I can see you would've been a fuckin' hoot in a confessional at dad's funeral," he scoffed. "Fuckin' Wattpad, AO3." He watched as the boundaries are closed, and Roman's heart jumps. He's feeling something, and suddenly he leans into the electricity, as if he's a negative prong meeting its positive. "Already committed," he laughed, and nods his head. "Hot."

He's teasing now. Feeling a little brazen and brave.

His eyes immediately fall to the ring, and he leans closer to barely touch Jeryd's forehead with his own. "—I like rings. Is it bad I would wear it every day?" he confessed slowly as he talks.

Roman doesn't flinch for once, instead he goes limp for Jeryd to touch the ring, and do whatever he wants. Part of him feared it would be removed, but it stayed, only moving enough to show the lines. "—Uh, Roman, do you know how to buy rings properly without them fitting too tight?" he mocks in a voice that somewhat mirrors Connor and Kendall.

“That game is over, but you can still win. Waystar wasn’t the prize, beating your siblings was.” Regardless of his relationship with Roman, he would always want him over the other three in every aspect that mattered. “You did?” that was a surprise. “Did you and Lukas ever…” the question fades away but he’s curious about it and aware of the statuesque handsomeness of the Swede.

Oh, he likes the wince and makes his touch heavier on purpose. “Yeah. We’ve already established from the bathroom I’m Christian but the whole sin thing is something I could never get behind.” With a careful movement, he leans in a little more. It’s subtle but he likes the feeling of minimal personal boundaries. “I’ve committed some, you have, I just don’t see why we should limit our participation. Indulge me,” voice full of suggestion as he opens his body up. “We’ve already committed so fuck it.”  Sound logic on his part.

“Is that your way of asking me for a ring?” His tone isn’t opposed to the idea, the thought isn’t a bad one when he thinks of Roman wearing his ring and not one given to him by his wife.

“Hmm,” he hums as he starts to pull it up just a little. Enough to see the mark of it but he doesn’t take it off. “Oh, what will your family say,” he mocks with a salacious voice but moves his kiss to the palm of Roman’s hand.

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Roman nods his head. "No, I — I agree. Everything was a game, and no one won," he muttered. He shrugs. "It's just — we all expected him to sale, I even fucking helped with the Swede, like — I practically helped him hand it over. Still wasn't enough." He looks away briefly, then he touches his leg, as the phantom feeling of Jeryd's foot still radiates against his skin. "—Oh yeah?" he winced as the other hit his thigh. His voice raised.

"—Sounds fuckin' real, thinking that I should rethink how I feel about the sinful indulgences huh?" he muttered. Roman pauses, and gives a smile.

"Technically."

Roman watches him kiss his thumb and it sends something through Roman. His eyes close and the touch is delicate but it makes a chill go down Roman's spine. "Unless — you want it back," he mumbled. "Though, it's starting to make a mark — a stamp, I've suddenly grown fond of it."

He wants to curl into a ball, but it fucks him up again and again. The cherishing of the words and the actions Jeryd had done in the last hours was making him realize he had found his weakness amongst all weaknesses.

Being close to Roman, it was easy to make the bad parts of the morning fade away. Some of the energy still remained but it was easy to ignore it with them both in a very clear mood. Not quite pretending it didn’t happen but not letting it get in the way any more than it had already.

Clocking Roman’s brows coming together, he doesn’t let up on his attack on Logan. It was clear the moment he met the man he didn’t care for him and thought him overrated in the current climate. “It’s like I said, back in the day he was great, but he didn’t know when to step down and look what happened. Too busy playing games with you all and his sidepiece to notice he was done.”  It wasn’t exactly the reason but he felt it still stood. “As much as I don’t care about my kid, I’m not going to play games with him. He’ll know where he stands and I’m not going to promise him anything.” A little extreme but he felt it would take away the expectation.

“Can’t be venial,” he chimes back as his foot moves up and down Roman’s leg, his hand swiftly moving to his thigh, “you’d have to commit it without full reflection and I fullt reflect on all the sins we commit. The first sin in the bathroom, the countless ones we committed last night.” His voice is low, hazy almost. “I’ll commit my sins in full knowledge of its gravity and wanting every minute of it. Sinful indulgence is the best way to go, don’t you think?”

The ring.

He completely forgot about it.

“Touche. I technically gave you, my ring.” Swallowing, he moves his mouth to the ring and places a kiss on it, making sure to get most of Roman’s skin and his lips barely touching the bad.

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He chews his bottom lip, and tilts his head. The thought of what they shared in a fucking bathroom was so adventitious. Though, it's something that Roman can't get out of his head. The touching doesn't help either. The closeness makes it known that Jeryd is serious, and that it's just not all in his head.

Roman knits his brows together and gives a frown hearing Jeryd completely destroy his father in a few moments. "Yeah, fucking . . . what a legacy. Spent his last few weeks hating us and trying to get married to Kerry. Then gave the company to a Swede who likes to fucking tweet like he's an iPad kid," he muttered.

He rolled his eyes at that comment. "A catch. Yeah, okay, sure."

His eyes shift at the question, and he bites his inner lip. "Can't be mortal because it's not accidental." Roman stares at Mencken. "Indulging seems like the way to go, right?"

Roman shakes his head, and lets out a minor bolt of laughter. "—And what if it was? What would you do for that?"

Without missing a beat, he gives the other a thumbs up, flicking his thumb dramatically up, close to his own face, showing off the wedding band Mencken made him take.

The summit lived in his head not because it was the first step of becoming President but because of the charged moments between he and Roman. There was an intimacy there that he hadn’t experienced mixed finding someone on the level. Every time he thought about it, he could feel his eyes soften and the beginnings of a easy smile forming. It was almost sickening how it made him feel.

Even in death, Logan Roy was such a presence for his kids that he had to admire even if it was for terrible reasons. “I didn’t know him for long, but I wasn’t impressed. Back in the day I would have been but he was past his expiration and I don’t think he’d have given it to any of you. He literally died giving away his company,” he couldn’t help it but laughed at that thought. “I’m sorry,” he says trying to stifle the laugh. “I shouldn’t laugh but it’s true.” Finally, he calmed his laughing.  

Smiling back at Roman, he likes the playfulness. “You could say I’m a catch,” he meets the tap with his foot and moving it up Roman’s leg.

“Mortal or venial sin?” His breathing becomes heavy at Roma’s words, they’re romantic, intimate in a way he didn’t expect to come from the other man or that he would be so open or happy to hear. It’s new, it’s strange. “That sounds like a declaration or something.” Nerves start to creep in for how real it is but he tries to play it off casual as much as he can. “Picked out a wedding dress or something? I gave you a collar not a ring.” The joke falls out easy as a deflection but not as smooth as he hoped it would.