Chapter Eight
The listening crystals that Jamie had snuck into his champagne flute right before he dropped it had been a stroke of genius. Even Byron had been unaware of Jamie’s plan.
Activated in the champagne, the minuscule listening bugs had fallen near Khemidi’s feet and stayed active for several minutes until eventually dissolving without a trace. Rosie had been able to tune in to their transmission and picked up the tail end of Khemidi’s conversation with the male on the balcony. Long Watch now had a name and time: Keith Campbell, a minister for the Department for Culture, Media & Sport, was meeting Daoud Khemidi in the financial district of Canary Wharf at nine a.m. the following morning.
For the first time, Jamie had proven his worth to his superiors.
“Our newest recruit came through!” Emerson stated, a rare offering of praise from the strict supervisor.
The plan from Long Watch was that Jamie and Byron would stay in a hotel in Canary Wharf overnight and leave early the next morning to keep a safe watch over Keith Campbell.
A separate team of agents would be posted to carry out surveillance on Khemidi – as Jamie and Byron’s previous dealings with him would make it impossible for them to monitor him covertly.
Canary Wharf was located on the Isle of Dogs, an area of London situated on a meander of the River Thames. As a dominant financial center, it was an affluent area, boasting a number of high-end hotels. The hotel that Long Watch had arranged for Byron and Jamie, however, was a little less high-end. Located less than three miles away, near Royal Victoria Dock, it reminded Jamie of one of those cheap motels from a horror movie. Long Watch had booked them separate rooms.
Well, I suppose they weren’t going to arrange the honeymoon suite, Jamie thought wryly.
Around eight p.m., having showered for the evening, Jamie left his room and tapped on Byron’s door.
Byron smiled as he opened the door. He’d dressed down into a T-shirt and lounge pants, and his hair was still wet, since he’d also just stepped out the shower. Jamie couldn’t help noticing Byron’s lack of underwear as his long penis flopped about in his lounge pants.
“Let’s talk,” Byron said, jumping onto the bed; Jamie taking a seat on the bed next to him.
“The first thing to say is I owe you an apology,” Byron began. “Someone like me is supposed to be experienced in reading human behavior… and I had no idea you were gay.”
Jamie found himself surprised—and in a strange way, proud—that Byron hadn’t picked up on his giddy crush.
“I could have mentioned it earlier…,” Jamie said, “I just didn’t know how well-received that would be around here.”
Byron nodded understandably. Anyone who had spent five minutes in the company of Warwick’s puerile sense of humor would have known where Jamie was coming from.
“The next thing I wanted to say…,” Byron continued. “Was that, although I kissed you because it helped the mission, I probably wouldn’t have done it if I hadn’t wanted to…”
Jamie found his eyebrows moving downward rather than upward for once. Had he just heard Byron correctly?
“Are you…?” Jamie held back from saying the ‘g’ word, finding the prospect impossible to believe.
Byron stared back at him silently, his silence saying a lot.
“But you date women?” Jamie asked.
Byron took a deep breath. For the first time since they’d met, Byron looked vulnerable, his easy way with words apparently absent from this conversation.
“As a spy, I don’t serve myself. I do what I must do to serve Queen and country. Serving other’s expectations has been a running theme of my life,” Byron explained.
“I told you how my father put me in boarding school when he made his money,” Byron continued. “I didn’t want to go but that’s what was expected. It’s just one example. But it’s been like that a lot. Women are fun. But with men, it’s different…”
He didn’t finish the sentence, but Jamie knew exactly what he meant. Jamie felt the same way. The love he was capable of feeling toward a man was in a different league from anything he ever could feel toward a woman.
“It’s just never served me to pursue that,” Byron said. “There’s just never been the right guy to make it worth pursuing… until now.”
Before Jamie could respond, Byron leaned in and kissed Jamie slowly, lovingly on the lips. Up until now, every kiss they’d shared had been as part of a mission. The kiss at that moment felt liberating.
“I think I’m falling in love with you, Mr. Love,” Byron smiled.
Jamie looked over and saw Byron was hard now; his obvious erection visible through his lounge pants. Byron took off his top, and then pulled out his cock, starting to wank it right there on the bed. Jamie thought Byron’s erection was the most stunning cock he’d ever seen. He felt so aroused watching Byron pleasure himself. He saw Byron’s foreskin sliding back and forth, the shaft of his cock getting wet for Jamie.
“Get naked!” Byron said, barely able to get the words out from where he was so aroused.
Jamie stood at the end of the bed and slid off his T-shirt. Then he dropped his shorts, leaving just his boxers on… teasing Byron. Byron could see Jamie’s cock getting harder through his boxers, and he started to wank more vigorously. There was not one inch of Jamie’s body he didn’t crave at that moment. Jamie had such sexy natural muscle tone, with subtle pelvic “V” muscles leading to his bulging boxers. He stood there for a moment, driving Byron wild.
Byron kicked off his lounge pants, and lay deep into the bed, pleasuring himself for Jamie’s enjoyment; his big balls swinging up and down as he wanked, his cock dripping wet. Byron clenched his teeth together and started to moan. He had to have Jamie at that moment…
Jamie moved toward the bed, and Byron pulled him down next to him. With his foreskin slid all the way back from where he’d become so aroused, Byron pulled off Jamie’s boxers and used both hands to pleasure Jamie’s now throbbing erection. Byron thought Jamie had an amazing dick back at the bathhouse; seeing it fully hard, it did not disappoint. Carrying on, using both his hands to pleasure Jamie, the sensation was almost too much. Jamie closed his eyes and moaned… feeling like he might just cum right there and then. An hour ago, they just had been colleagues. Now, they were getting deeply intimate with each other’s bodies. Byron pushed Jamie’s legs back and spat into Jamie’s asshole. Jamie felt Byron’s saliva slide down his butt crack.
To stop himself from shooting a voluminous load of wet cum all over his smooth chest, Jamie pulled Byron on top of him, and took Byron’s cock into his mouth. As much as he could get in, at least. As he slid Byron’s cock in and out of his mouth, he heard Byron moan with pleasure. Byron acted macho most of the time, so hearing his gentle moan was so arousing. Byron’s body began to shake, and Jamie knew he was close to cumming.
Byron positioned himself on top of Jamie, looking deep into his eyes, as he entered Jamie. As the two men kissed each other, and locked eyes, Jamie felt Byron’s whole body trembling as he shot great spurts of cum deep inside him.
***
Back at the Long Watch headquarters, Warwick knocked on the door of Emerson’s office.
“Come in,” Emerson beckoned from behind his desk. “You wanted to speak to me?”
“Yes,” Warwick began. “It’s about the new agent, Jamie.”