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During the entire helo trip from Bozeman, Leo and I don’t look out the windows as much as we’re focused on Jordan’s reactions. I despise flying in helos and Leo hates small aircraft in general.

But Jordan’s wonder as he watches the landscape pass beneath us fills both of us with joy that makes enduring this flight more than worth it.

Casey-Marie notices, too, and her smirk as she watches Jordan makes me and Leo laugh. Even Kayley seems amused.

That our normally unflappable guy has slipped into a childlike wonder makes me hope that, after my time in the White House ends, maybe Jordan can live a peaceful post-presidential life, too. Maybe his time in DC hasn’t burned out or ground down the best parts of his sweet soul. He didn’t start out born a savvy political operative—he was forged during years of Leo’s tutelage and from close observation of people like Kev and Shae and Chris. He channels Leo’s unflappable sternness when needed, and Kev’s sharp, pointed sarcasm. He’s always prepared, always understands the assignment, and never hesitates to step in and take charge and assume everyone else will fall in line.

Because as he and Leo have both tried to beat into me—literally—being incisive and acting like you’re in charge is frequently all you need for people to fall in line and believe it, too.

We can get away with bringing Jordan, Casey-Marie, and Declan on this trip because they work for me as vital members of my staff. George, as Declan’s husband, gets to come with and they’re paying for his airfare and food out of their own pockets. We’re paying Kayley’s way, too. Since she’s Leo’s sister, and people who don’t know Jordan’s gay mistakenly assume maybe something’s going on with her and Jordan, it’s worth it.

An hour later we’re having lunch, just the seven of us, in a restaurant in Mammoth Hot Springs. We pre-ordered our food and the Secret Service supervised everything, so we don’t even need any servers. Our detail brings it out from the kitchen, which makes them happier by not having to vet and supervise another layer of park staff.

It’s weird having the entire restaurant to ourselves but I have to admit I love this. The photographer takes a few official pictures before clearing out. We’re all seated at one large table, Jordan and Casey-Marie seated next to us as my detail keeps a wide perimeter around us for privacy.

Not that it’s necessary, because we’re literally the only diners in the building.

“This is amazing, guys,” Casey-Marie says. “This whole thing. I know we’re giving each other cover but I gotta say, I like your style. What’s on today’s agenda?”

“We tour the hot springs here next,” Leo says. “Walk off our lunch.”

“I’m going to need it,” Kayley jokes. “I did a four-day fast ahead of this trip.”

One of the good things about being president is not only can I get special treatment for my vacation, I can also use my vacation to call attention to a spectacular and fragile natural resource. While we’re out here we’ll film a couple of PSAs for the EPA and other government orgs highlighting the wildlife and unique landscape, the thermal features, and outlining the reasons we need continued protection for this region despite attempts by ranchers and agricultural interests to strong-arm lawmakers into loosening them.

Remember, I come from a family of farmers. It’s not like I’m anti-agriculture, or insensitive to the needs of the locals trying to make a living. Therehasto be a way of helping ranchers and wildlife peacefully coexist with minimal harm to either.

After lunch, as we tour the terraces and thermal features, I spend half of my time trying to pay attention to the rangers giving us our private tour and the other half watching Jordan’s reactions. Leo ordered him to keep his brain in boy mode as much as possible during this trip, knowing he needs the downtime as much as we do.

That’s even harder for Jordan than it is for me, though, because Jordan’s daily lifeliterallyis taking care of me and managing my schedule.

But the wonder in his expression, his easy smiles as we move around the features, the joy as he takes pictures and likely plans drawings to sketch later—I see the alternate timeline play out in my mind. I imagine how a Jordan who isn’t responsible for POTUS every day might have turned out. The sweet guy with a brilliant smile and a joyful attitude. Not a trace of the stern-faced official who isn’t afraid to stand up to a four-star general if he thinks the man is overstepping his bounds, but instead the innocent college student who never became entangled in our indiscretion.

A guy I hope I’ll get to see more of in less than four years. I desperately want that boy back.

After several hours of tours, including of the museum in Mammoth, we have dinner at the same restaurant. When evening falls we walk over to our cabins.

I love our cabin, which is rustic by White House standards but I find homey and inviting. These cabins were built many decades ago and don’t contain most of the amenities of the average hotel. No TV, no internet service.

But they’re located in one of the most beautiful places on earth, so it’s not like anyone’s honestly planning on spending a lot of time inside when they could be taking in the park’s natural wonders.

The three of us have been assigned a cabin with two bedrooms so we have zero excuses to make when we walk inside and lock the doors, alone at last. The curtains are already drawn, so no risk of us being seen by anyone. Leo grabs Jordan and pulls him in for a long, sweet kiss as I stand behind Jordan, sandwiching him between us and pressing him against Leo.

This was our plan. Tonight, the first night of our honeymoon, it’s Jordan we want to be our focus.

With Jordan pinned between us I feel the exact moment his brain completely gives up and tips into boy mode. His body relaxes and he softly moans into Leo’s mouth as he melts in our arms.

“Good boy,” Leo mumbles against Jordan’s lips, hardening my cock in my cargo shorts and leaving me hungrily grinding against Jordan’s ass. Tonight I won’t be punished for this. Leo already told me that.

Tonight I’m free to take what I want from the boy the way Leo will.

I plan on making full use of that permission.

I nibble the back of Jordan’s neck, nipping and enjoying the way he writhes between us.

One brain successfully switched off. Two, if you count my own.

And I do.