STARLINKED • An Elon Musk x Donald Trump Fanfiction

Chapter 3 - Kisses for my X's

The plan, from the getgo, had been to have Elon in a position of power in the government as a thank you for his totally permittable election support. Both Donald and Elon had been excited to work together - more opportunities to be alone with eachother was all they wanted - but Donald had failed to remember the increased attention that came with his return to the White House. Even with setting the standard of Elon's presence at both work and Mar-A-Lago, rare were they moments they could even speak to each other about anything but politics - as men without a full understanding of them, their conversations on the topic were brief as is.

With every interaction, Elon grew more resentful of this environment. A casual handshake for the press would remind him of Donald intertwining his fingers with Elon's as they went on walks together. A formal "good morning" would make him nostalgic of hearing those same words uttered as they woke up together to the bright morning sun. A small grin would punish him with the thought that those thin, practically dehydrated lips could never find his own in public.

He'd notice when Donald wouldn't have his morning coffee. He'd notice when Donald's toupee was placed incorrectly (he could recall countless moments of the two sneaking away so he could fix it for him). He'd notice when his tan was fading and could estimate how many days it had been since he was last sprayed.

Was there even a point of acknowledging him in such a detailed way? They weren't destined for a future together, after all. What was he supposed to do with all these observations now?

As the days passed, Elon grew more lonely. His court mandated visit time with his kids was over (he had bribed the judge to a max of 20 minutes once a month, 15 on special occasions) and Donald's family in Mar-A-Lago had been driven out after RFK's raw milk had quickly spoiled and spread a sour smell throughout the home. Elon was so desperate to see Donald in a casual setting that he toughed out the scent.

Yet, Donald's availability didn't budge. Elon's hatred was becoming targeted, wondering if this was something Donald was actively causing or if he could blame this problem on trans people somehow - no, he was already risking prison time for harrassing Olympians. If this was true, it had to be Donald's doing.

As soon as the milk odor disappeared, so did Elon's hope. He felt pathetic for having even considered that he could still be a priority to Donald in this environment. He packed his luggage as tears streamed down his chipmunk cheeks - until the doorknob twisted.

"What are you doing?" Donald asked, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him.

Elon stood in silence for a few seconds before returning to packing. "I have nothing to do here, Donald. Please leave me alone."

"No," Donald replied, stepping closer to Elon, "Musky I know it's hard, but you have to meet me in the middle."

"Don't you think I've tried?!" the corny man snapped, sharply turning his body towards the walking orange, "I have been here so long Donald! I knew you were gonna be busy, but you keep hanging me out to dry! I had to hang out with my own family just to pass time!"

"I know, okay! I know!" Donald answered, frustration sweat threatening to ruin his makeup, "Do you even know how hard this is for me? Do you know what it's like watching you walk down the hallway in those black jeans of yours or... or seeing your beady eyes look at me across the room...."

His voice lowered as he neared Elon, grabbing the other man's hands and placing them on his sides. "I have to pretend I know how to run a whole country and somehow all I think of, all the time, is you."

"Donny..." Elon whispered, searching his wrinkled eyes. Any degree of disappointment he had disappeared the second he felt him once more. He didn't want to continue the conversation, discuss the past weeks, anything. He just wanted him.

With that conclusion, Elon pulled Donald in, closing the distance and kissing him ravenously. Every second he had waited was worth it, anything to be able to taste his lover once more.

Donald returned his actions with the same intensity, his hands tugging gently at Elon's hair. He sank into the kiss, finally aware of how much he had needed the other man.

Suddenly, the door opened. Donald had neglected to lock it.

"Donald, I was looking into faking my own assessination attempt and I was wondering if-" JD Vance asked, quickly cutting off his own words as he saw the two men making out before him.

Elon and Donald sprung apart, their red faces quickly paling. There was no denying it and all three men knew it.

They were caught.