La pinta del miembro (Quackity x Obama)

Farewell, Obama

When Quackity found out about his husband's passing, he was speechless. He could not believe his husband had died. They shared so many great memories together! Like...like....when they-

Actually, now that he was thinking about it, they haven't really done much together. Hell, they haven't even had sex yet. What a shame, he thought, these thoughts only making him more depressed. 

The funeral was grand, Obama was the president after all. Quackity couldn't go of course, no one knew of his marriage, as they kept it as secret as can be. He did watch it on TV though.

The night he died, he was found dead, neck sliced in the kitchen of his wedding place. Quackity wasn't the one to find him, no. He thought he cheated on him with Michelle and left the party after searching for him a while. He was found by the police the day afterwards, as everyone was drunk and no one even noticed Obama's disappearance. 

The good news is, Quackity might have already found someone else. After leaving the party feeling betrayed and left alone, he went into the nearest bar to ,of course, get wasted.

Entering the bar, he sat down on a stool and ordered "the strongest shit you have, please". He was given a shot of pure alcohol ( it's not really pure alcohol it's just called that idk) and his vision already blurred. Despite of this, he noticed a handsome stranger sitting at a stool next to him. He had brown short hair, man buns, red eyes (what?) and...ram horns??? This confused Quackity but he had to admit, he did look very stunning (altough drunk as shit and currently holding one cigarette in each of his hands smoking them vigoriously), probably because he wore a suit with a red tie, looking like HE just might be the next president to replace Obama. 

"Well hello there guapito, enjoying a nice smoke, huh?", Quackity said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"I just might be, pumpkin, what's your name if I may ask?", he answered blowing smoke out of his nose like a raging bull.

"Quackity, but you can call me Alex"

Oh hell, he might just have a little fun. 

"Nice to meet you, Alex. Say, what brings someone like you here? You are way too pretty for this place, querido."

"You speak Spanish? I gotta say, I'm impressed. To answer your question, it's a long story, but I was basically dumped on my wedding.", he said, looking down sadly.

"Fucking hell. My name is Schlatt by the way. JSchlatt. And I am about to make you forget all of that," he assured, grabbing my hand and giving it a kiss, "someone like you deserves more than that."

Quackity was impressed, he normally didn't have encounters like this. Fuck it, he thought, might as well just go for it.

He grinned and responded: "Show me what you've got, then. You know, I do have very high standards. You really could not guess who I just married."

 "What, is it Obama or what?", he laughed.

Quackity just smiled, wordlessly leaning in to whisper: "You will never know, but I can show you what I really like. After all, I need some distraction right now."

After this, no more words needed to be spoken. They decided to let their interaction shift to a different level.

Oh boy, this could be fun.