♡ | Make America Great Again

chapter one | window meetings ♡

From the moment Donald saw him, he knew this man would be trouble. He was too delicate for his own good. Donald had a hard time putting up the hating front.

Behind all the tweets about hating Joe, he couldn't help but do the opposite. He fell, and he fell hard. He loved when Joe spaced out like a planet out of orbit, or when he inhaled those little kids like a fresh rose boquet.

Donald was constantly jealous of how close Joe was with Obama. His anger flared everytime he saw a picture of them, snapped by the paparazzi. And then, Donald became the president. He was president until in 4 years, Joe was elected. Now, in 2024 Donald and Joe were going against each other for the title.

That was until Joe dropped out of the running. Donald knew it was because it was too hard for him to keep acting like they weren't passionately in love. Joe also knew how dangerous it was for Donald, he had almost been assassinated. Despite that, he still missed the interactions he had with Joe. He barely saw him anymore. During the debate, Donald was absolutely enchanted by him. Even though they bickered about golf for the cameras, and had to hide the hidden stares of affection, Donald still missed seeing Joe. Now replaced be his vice president, Kamala, it wasn't the same. He kept seeing Joe where she stood, and maybe that was the reason he was rambling about people eating dogs and cats. Donald wished things were different.

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On this particular night, the stars were shining and the buzz of Washington D.C was apparent in the atmosphere. Donald scaled the gate and climbed a tree, tapping on Joe's window. Just like he had, every night, for weeks on end. The window opened with a woosh, revealing Joe's smiling face.

"You came", he stated, and his eyes lit up as the sun.

Donald climbed through the window, embracing Joe in a tight hug. Even now, Joe couldn't get used to the sight of Donald. The skin, orange as a carrot, the hair, yellow as piss. He was breathtaking.

"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner. I was tweeting about how I hated Taylor Swift.", Donald admitted, his eyes roaming over Joe's dust bag looking body.

"Don't worry about it", Joe murmured, pink dusting his cheeks as he noticed Donald's stare.

Both of them had never felt this way about someone else, not even the wives they supposedly " loved", but were really just conviences and fronts. For example, Joe's wife just changed his adult diaper.

Donald reached out, taking Joe's face in his hands. Joe's heart began to race and Donald leaned in, kissing him with passion. Joe returned the heat, and they fell deeper into each other's embrace.