enemies to lovers

chapter 3

donald gets in his limo.

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joe gets in his truck.

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they head towards the same place, knowing in their hearts that its where they first met. where everything started.

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as donald gets out of his car and heads towards the park bench, he admires all the little kids running around. this time, he doesnt wish to be in them, he wants something else, or, rather, someone. he wanted joe, and more specifically, he wanted joe inside him.

donald saw joe walking toward him like all those years ago...

"can i sit?" said the handsome stranger walking towards the bench. i just broke up with my third wife recently, and i wanted to pick up a new kid to fill my needs.

"ya, sure. this is my bench, probably far better than all the benches. it wasnt made in china" as the handsome stranger sat down next to me, i noticed how he wasnt just handsome, he was hot as fuck. he was also a man, so he was off limits for sure.

"you have a kid here?" asked the hot, mysterious man. i recognized him from somewhere but i cant remember.

"no. im here to-" he paused, not knowing what to say to the stranger.

"me too, actually" like he knew what donald was thinking, and it was, for lack of a better term, extremely sexy.

"hey.. do you wanna maybe get out here..." leaving a pause suggesting for his name.

"donald" he smiled, nodded, and shook the others hand.

"joe"

"joe, you knew to come" he said with a look of surprise and lust after the love of his life, joe.

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"of course i did, don" i love you he wanted to say with it, but he couldnt bring himself to it. there was a pause, an uncomfortable silence. they just stared into the empty park, void of children, after joe sat down next to donald on the bench.

"jo-"

"don-" they started at the same time. "you go first" joe said in a laugh, smiling.

"okay, um joe, theres something i have to tell you..." joes heart skipped a beat. could he want the same thing? could donald actually, maybe, love him back? no. never. donald is a straight, catholic male. he will never feel the same way. this must just be something about the debate. it has to be. "joe, i-im im in l-love with you, joe"

joe couldnt believe it. here he was, in his blue suit. donald there, sitting, crying, stumbling over his words. joe couldnt stand to see his don don like this, in this state. so, joe did what any rational person would.

he grabbed donald by the neck, pulled him in, and kissed him. he kissed him like life depended on it, because joe's life did. when they finally pulled back, they leaned their wrinkly foreheads together and smiled, out of breath against each other. but joe needed more. he needed to be inside donald. "lets go back to mine"

"okay" donald said breathlessly. his orange prick growing excited of the thought of it.