Trumps POV
After the debate, I go back into my changing room and tell my people to get lost for 5 minutes or so. After all, I am future president, I can do what I want, meaning if I want Joe Biden in my room right now, I can get it.
So, I ask one of my assistants to go and get him, expecting some sort of protest but instead she gives me a knowing smile and says 'of course, sir'.
Truth is, I can't get that man out of my head. Whenever I look away I find myself looking for him, and whenever I look at him I find myself burning with temptation I can't show. The last thing I need is for anyone, anyone to find out about this. Joe is my life, my love, even if he doesn't know it. All I want to do is rip off his clothes and-
"Trump," Joe says, leaning on the doorframe catching me by surprise. He spares a quick glance at his watch before his ocean eyes look in mine "I'm on a pretty tight schedule here buddy. Make it quick."
"I-," I start to speak but my words don't come out and my brain can't thing, so I start speaking without using my brain, only using my heart. Fuck consequences, fuck America, fuck being president, all I want to do is fuck Joe.
"Cat got your tongue?" Joe asks playfully.
"You know all these debates? All these parties, all this worry and stress and money? All these fans and haters and all this pain and fame? All the rallies and speeches and shit. You know the one reason I do all that?" I say, raising my voice a little.
"Why's that, Donald. Power?" Joe scoffs, crossing his arms.
"You. You are the reason I keep going. The reason I show up to all these debates and elections. Hell- I'm 78. I should be settled down in Hawaii, some chateau by the beach with blue windows and white shutters but you know why I don't? Because the pleasure of showing up and seeing your face is more than I could ever want."
"I-" Biden starts to speak but I cut him off, my eyes growing blurry with tears.
"Seeing your face, it fills my body up with passion and excitement and nervousness all at once, I can't explain it. It's a rush I never thought I could feel, a rush I never thought somebody could have brought me but you are that somebody. You bring me a rush I never thought I could have."
"Donald," Joe says in a whisper "I-I don't know what to say"
"You torment me. You are in my soul, like a ghost watching my every move. I do all this, I keep going, for you. My body aches for yours, my skin needs to meet yours. My heart, my body, hell- my everything's on fire. My everything is burning for you. I burn for you, and you don't feel the same. Do you know how painful that is?" I say, tears now flowing down my cheeks. My tan is probably dripping onto my suit now but I don't care.
"You think I don't feel the same?" He says, now slightly raising his voice "You think I don't burn for you? Believe me Trump, I do. Everything you do, everything you say, I am in awe of you. No. I'm more than In awe of you. I am in love with you, Donald. And I don't care how messy this makes things, I will drop this entire fucking election for you. I would do anything for you, Donald."
"Anything?" I say, hardly above a whisper.
"Anything." He confirms "say the word and it's yours."
"Kiss me," I say, a little too fast.
"Kiss you? Donald I-"
"You said anything," I remind him as I walk closer to him and gently caress his cheek "and we both know you want this."
He slowly inches closer to me until I can fee his breath on my lips and he puts his hand at the back of my head "You are pulchritudinous."
And before I can respond, his lips are on mine and our tongues are wrestling in a series of passion and lust and quick breaths between kisses.
