The Twinkle in His Eyes

The Hospital

Trump lies there in his bed (which he wished Biden was in) staring at the boring, plain ceiling of his hospital room. How much longer do I have to be here, I miss Biden-Chan. Even if he's a Baka! He knew that soon enough, the secret service agents would be in his room asking him if he was okay.
But Trump wished that Biden would be the one to look lovingly in his eyes, to be the one to caress his ear as he inevitably purred, "You're the strongest man I've known. The election is nothing to me, as long as you're intact, my king." The lust filled his cholesterol-filled heart and he felt something other than his Christmas spirit rising at the mere thought of Biden. The door creaked open. "Someone's here to visit you," said Nurse Gonzalez, a striking young woman- no, he corrected himself, a man-who would serve well as a drag queen. Trump's heart leapt at the thought of Biden in drag as the Nurse exited, hearing heel clicking coming towards his room. He hoped he was wearing Trump's favorite ten-inch heels, the ones that sparkle like his baby blue eyes. Oh how he wished he could be pegged by him. He fought to keep his Christmas spirit down, but it quickly fell limp when he saw his unattractive wife Melania strut through the doorway. He wanted Biden-Chan. Not his wife. "What are you doing here?" He snapped at her, his ear stinging. She looked taken aback. "I'm your wife, Donny-poo! That shot must have really hurt you deep inside..." Melania came to his bedside and reached for his ear with concern in her eyes, but he smacked her hand away, frustrated that she was here instead of who he really loved. "I need rest. Nurse Gonzalez, are there any more visitors for me?" Trump tried to keep the desperation out of his voice, ignoring the dejected look of Melania as her heels click-clacked away. The stunning drag queen Gonzalez kindly said, "I'll check the waiting room," and as his BBL jiggled as he walked away, Trump couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope that Biden had came (in both ways) to see him. Many long moments later, he had returned. "You have a visitor, Donald. He says he's been dying to see you." The door swung open, and there he was.
Biden.
"My love!" Trump cried, his heart soaring. Biden rushed to his bedside, a passion like no other in his cavernous blue eyes Trump could get lost in.
"Who did this to you?" Biden caressed his ear gently, furious at the shooter.
"Forget it," Murmured Trump, wanting only to be held by Biden.
"Donald," Biden said sternly, bringing his hand sneakily under Donald's shirt.
Trump began to tear up; today had been such an eventful day, he could hardly believe that this was happening. "Forget it Joe..." he huffed and moaned, feeling Joe's hand stroke his belly softly. "Donald!" They passionately kiss. Joe's tongue pushes itself deep into Donald's mouth. Donald lets out a moan.