❤️Obama X Trump ONESHOT❤️

Chapter II

It was December 24th of 2016, and Donald Trump was frantically running around his room, in search of tape. See, he was wrapping gifts, for his boyfriend Barack Obama, but had lost the tape dispenser. ''Where's that god damn tape?!'' He hissed, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. He wondered around his room for a few moments, until he heard a crack and a sharp pain under his foot. He howled in pain, and when he removed his foot, there was that damn tape dispenser. ''Fuck..'' He said, wincing from the pain as he bent over to pick up the cracked thing. ''Maybe I can still use it..'' and with just his luck, the thing immediately fell apart. He groaned in irritation, tossing it onto his nearby bed and making his way out of his room, towards the storage closet in hopes of finding another tape dispenser. He searched the small storage closet and found loads of things (Towels, cleaning supplies, soaps, etc) but not the tape he was in search for. He closed the closet door, and groaned loudly. Then he heard a voice, calling from downstairs. ''You okay up there baby?'' It was his boyfriend, Barack. ''Y-yeah! I'm fine! Do you know where the tape is?'' He replied, crossing his fingers, and walking downstairs and into the kitchen. Barack was rolling out a sheet of dough, with cookie cutters astray on the counter. ''Have you checked the storage closet?'' Barack asked, smiling. ''Yeah, I didn't see it. I think I'm gonna have to head to the store.'' Donald replied, hugging Obama from behind as his boyfriend began to press the cutters into the dough. ''Mmm, okay, but be careful; traffic's gonna be shit today.'' Obama warned, and leaned against the warm hug. Donald grinned, and kissed his boyfriend by the cheek. ''Don't worry, I'll be fine. I'll be back in an hour or two.'' He kissed Obama again, and let go of his waist. He walked out from the kitchen, then headed back upstairs to quickly get dressed. Once he was finished he hastily made his way back downstairs, and threw on a jacket and scarf. ''Love you, baby!'' He called into the kitchen, and went out the door when Obama called back. As Trump backed his car out of the driveway and drove out onto the road for about twenty minutes, he realised Obama had been right; traffic was indeed shit. There were at least fifty cars backed up, but it wasn't like he was surprised; it was Christmas eve, after all. As he sat at a stop in the midst of traffic, he glanced at the clock of his car. It had already been thirty minutes?! Trump's eyes widened; time passed quick. ''Fuck.. How much longer am I going to be stuck here?'' And as if the gods answered his prayers (about thirty minutes too late..), traffic began to thin out, and he able to drive at least fifteen miles per hour. Another thirty minutes rolled around, and he finally arrived at his destination; his local Walmart. It took him a while, but eventually he found a parking spot, and began to make his way into the store. It took a while of pushing through crowds of people, but eventually Donald found what he was looking for. ''Aha!'' He said to himself, in a hushed tone. ''I finally found what I needed, and it's the last one too..!'' He grabbed the tape dispenser, but something caught his eye. Beside where the dispenser had once laid, there was a bottle next to it. It was sort of like a lotion bottle; cap on the bottom, the top flaring out somewhat, it had red and white stripes on it, it was what lotion bottles typically looked like. Except, this wasn't a lotion bottle. It was lube. It was a special lube, one of those warmth ones, and it was peppermint flavoured, hence the striped bottle it was in. It'd be the perfect gift for Obama and him. He glanced around quickly; no one was paying any attention to him. He quickly grabbed the bottle and once again forced his way through the crowds of people, and paid for his things at a self checkout. He was home about forty minutes later, quicker on his way back this time, since traffic had lightened up even more since his shopping spree. As he returned home, he ran up the stairs, calling a quick 'I'm back' to Obama. He went into his room, closing the door as quick as he had opened it. He hastily wrapped the newly bought lube, as well as the other gifts he had purchased before. Once he had finished wrapping, he brought each gift downstairs and laid them perfectly under the Christmas tree in the living room, next to the gifts he hadn't seen before he left. He guessed that Obama had put on display while he was out. Once he was done arranging his gifts for Obama, he made his way into the kitchen, still holding one of his gifts. His boyfriend was still in the kitchen, and he was now icing the cookies he was rolling out earlier. ''Barack? Hey, sorry that I went upstairs so suddenly.'' Obama didn't look at him; he was concentrated on icing his cookies, but he mumbled a 'it's okay'. It was cute. Obama was cute, Trump couldn't help but think. Once Obama was complete with icing the cookie he was so busy with, he set his icing bag down, and looked at Trump. A surprised look came over his face, ''What's that?'' He asked in curiosity, gazing at the gift in Donald's hand. ''It's for you, baby!'' Donald grinned, and held out the gift towards his boyfriend. ''You didn't have to do that,'' Obama smiled, blushing slightly. Once Obama had fully opened his gift, a deep pink had flushed out on his face, and Donald couldn't help but smirk at his flustered boyfriend. ''You perv!'' Obama giggled, ''Peppermint flavoured? Ah, I see you're getting a bit festive, eh?''. ''You don't like it? Aww..'' Donald pouted, trying his best not to smile. Obama rolled his eyes, and made his way to Donald. Suddenly their lips were pressed against each other, and Donald was the one to blush this time as Obama deepened the kiss by slipping his tongue into Trump's mouth. Obama pulled away, just enough to whisper again Trump's mouth, ''I love it,''. Donald could feel the crotch of his pants growing tighter as he grew an erection, and tried his best to hide it, but Obama was too smart. ''You hard already?'' Obama smirked, and suddenly he cupped Donald's hard member through his pants. Donald couldn't help but let out a squeak in shock, but didn't dare move away as Obama gently began to rub his hard-on through his pants. ''Mhhphh..'' Donald couldn't help but moan, and Obama smirked again. ''Wanna take this to the bedroom?'' He whispered into Trump's ear, his breath hot. Donald nodded, too shy to speak. Obama stopped rubbing again Trump's hard-on, and began to lead his lover into their shared bedroom. Once they were in the bedroom, Obama laid Trump onto the bed, and said in his hot deep voice, ''I'll be right back baby, I'm gonna get the condoms and lube.'' And with that, Obama left the room, leaving Trump in a needy state. Donald knew Obama would be back soon, but he just couldn't wait. Trump hastily began to unbuckle and zip his pants, and threw them off onto the floor. He wriggled his hand down into his boxers and began stroking his still hard member and let out a maybe bit too loud of a moan. He continued stroking himself for a few minutes, that is, until Obama suddenly came back into the room. ''What's this?'' Obama smirked, and Trump blushed deeply in embarrassment. ''I-it's.. It's not what it looks like, I swear!!'' He tried to explain, but Obama wasn't dumb, even he himself wasn't dumb; no one was going to believe that feeble lie. Suddenly, Obama was on top of him, pinning Trump down to the bed by his wrists tightly. ''What have I said about you touching yourself without my permission?'' He whispered into Trump's ear, and Trump shivered. ''I-I'm sorry... Please..'' Donald begged, but Obama wouldn't listen. With one of his hands pinning Donald down and the other unzipping his pants, his manhood was suddenly on display. Donald glanced down quickly, biting the inside of his cheek in hope Obama hadn't noticed. Obama definitely noticed. ''You want it bad, dontcha? What a dirty slut.'' He whispered into Trump's ear, then licked it. Trump squirmed and made a noise, his member now hard again. ''What was that?'' Obama asked teasingly, smirking again. He loved seeing Donnie like this. ''P-... P-put it in..'' Trump whispered shutting his eyes tightly in embarrassment. ''What was that, again?'' Obama asked, and god did it turn Trump on even more. ''P-put... put your cock inside me.. P-please..'' Trump begged, and Obama nodded. He took both of his hands off of Trump, and Trump laid still, impatient. Obama grabbed the brand new lube, and squirted a glob on his fingers. ''You ready, baby?'' He asked, and Trump simply nodded, eyes still closed. Suddenly, he felt something enter inside his hole. His eyes opened and he gasped in shock. ''Eek!'' He squeaked, not prepared for Obama's finger to enter so suddenly. ''Relax. I'm gonna put another finger in now.'' Obama whispered into Trump's ear, and Trump obeyed, leaning his head back onto a pillow and waiting. Obama slipped another finger in, this time much more gentle. He then slipped the third one in, and Trump couldn't help but let out a soft and sweet moan. ''Mmpphh.. m-m-more..'' He begged, his patience worn very thin now. He needed Obama's cock inside him, and he needed it now. ''Not yet, just wait and be a good boy.'' Trump huffed in frustration, and suddenly let out an abrupt moan as Obama hit his sweet spot. After a few minutes, Obama decided Trump was prepared. ''You ready?'' He asked Trump, to just make sure. ''Y-yes, please put it in me.'' Trump begged. Obama grabbed the base of his own cock and guided it towards Trump's entrance, teasing trump by not going any further. ''P-please..'' Trump begged again, this time a tear streaming down the side of his cheek. Obama wiped it away with a thumb, and gave Trump a kiss before entering. Both Obama and Trump let out soft moans, both of them enjoying each other. ''I'm gonna start moving,'' Obama announced, and so he did. Slowly he started to move his manhood inside of Trump, and Trump was loving it. Trump shut his eyes closed tight and began to pump his own cock, before Obama slapped his hand away. ''No. I didn't say you were allowed to touch yourself, now did I?'' Obama hissed, and Trump was both frustrated and turned on even more. Though he was frustrated, he obeyed, and balled his fists at his side, trying to resist the urge to touch himself. He let out pants and moans as Obama kept touching and touching that sweet spot deep inside of him, and Trump felt close. ''mmphhh,, O-Obama... Fuck.. I'm close I-I think..'' Trump bit his lip hard, and Obama replied. ''Me.. Me too..'' He panted, now pounding his cock hard inside of Trump's hole. For a few moments they continued, both panting and moaning messes, until Trump let out a cry, followed by ropes of cum squirting onto himself. He laid, still panting as Obama pounded him a few more times until Obama came aswell. Once they had both finished, they laid together, absolutely exhausted. Trump hadn't noticed it before, but the room smelled of sweet mint; and it was nice. Trump closed his eyes and laid on his side, and Obama made himself comfortable behind him and wrapped his arms around Trump's waist. ''I love you,'' Obama whispered into Trump's ear, kissing his neck. ''I love you too..'' Trump panted, and with that, he drifted into sleep.