One Shots

Miles Away (fuenbama)

This a joke by the way, I don't actually ship fuenbama, but you know what, screw the system.

Also, the whole time I was writing this I was laughing really hard and contemplating my life choices.

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Obama's POV

I sit in my house, reading a newspaper. That's all I ever do on my downtime is read the newspaper. Even when I have free time on my hands, I'm checking on my country. I never get a chance to actually be alone. Even when I'm having sex with my wife, there's always something not right. I'm always thinking about the good of my country and finding that it isn't as enjoyable as I used to think.

My phone starts to ring; my personal phone. I frown. That's odd. Usually at this time, I have a bit of freedom from my phone. I pick it up and glance at the caller ID.

Vic Fuentes. 

My heart stops in my chest. Why would my high school sweetheart be calling me? I haven't talked to him in years and he lives all the way in California. I even heard he has a band now. 

I swallow hard and answer hesitantly, "Hello?" 

"Barack? Is that you?" Vic asks. Oh god his voice. It's so sexy. I forgot how much I love it. 

"Um yes, it is." I say, keeping my voice from shaking with nerves. I'm the President and I'm getting nervous talking to my ex boyfriend. How pathetic of me. 

"Wow, it's been a while. I'm surprised you never changed your cell phone number." Vic laughs a little and I melt hearing his laugh. 

"I have a lot of different phones, there's no need for that." I'm trying to not show any emotion to the boy, the only boy, I thought I fell in love with back in high school. 

"I bet. You know, being the president and all." Vic says, almost as if it's nothing. I can almost hear him shrugging his shoulders in the way he always used to. 

"Right. President." I say with a sigh. My job is so stressful. Too stressful.

"Aren't you busy?" Vic asks. 

"I have some time to myself right now." I check my watch quickly. I have a meeting in 45 minutes. 

Vic is silent for a second. I consider hanging up on him until he says, "I'm kind of horny to be honest." I almost choke on my own spit.

"W-what?" I always knew Vic was a fuckboy, but are you fucking kidding me? 

"I'm horny." Vic says. I picture him shrugging again. 

"So?" I say, flabbergasted. He does understand that I am the president and I have much more important things I could be doing right now. This is absurd. 

"So, I thought maybe you could help me with that." Vic says matter-of-factly. 

"Is that the only reason you called me? Are you serious? I'm... What the hell? I have more important things to do." I sigh in frustration.

"Like your wife?" 

I frown. I love my wife but like I said, the sex could be... better. "I guess."

"You guess?" Vic asks. I can also imagine him raising his eyebrows.

"I don't know. I'll admit, the sex is kind of... boring." 

Vic snorts, "Of course it is. You're a bottom." 

"I'm not gay you know. I'd like to say that I'm heteroflexible." 

"Okay Barack. But if the sex is so boring, why don't I give you something to entertain yourself with for a bit?" Vic asks, his voice taking on a sultry, flirtatious tone. If he were anyone else, I would hang up immediately and block his number. But this is Vic.

I sigh, giving in. "What do you have in mind?" 

"Well I'm across the fucking country, so the only choice is phone sex." 

"Oh." Of course. I'm such an idiot. I've never had phone sex with anyone, not even Vic even if he's a total fuckboy. 

"So. What are you wearing?" Vic asks. What a classic move. I might as well tell him though. I suppose I agreed to this so there's no going back now. 

"I'm wearing khakis and a button up shirt." I say.

"Hm. Keep going." He tells me and so I do, "Well, my button up is pressed to look nice at all times and I think it looks very good on me. My pants are just for home, but they do make my ass look great." 

"That's sexy." Vic says. Really? Is it? He must be hella horny. 

"Indeed it is. If you were here, I'd let you rip of my shirt without hesitation." I guess I would, this shirt isn't too expensive. 

"Uh huh." I can already hear him getting into the mood, or deeper into it. 

"How hard are you?" I ask him.

"Very." Already?

"Touch yourself. And imagine me laying underneath you in your bed back in your house in high school, screaming your name. Come on baby, do it for me." 

What the fuck am I doing?

I can hear his breathing go unsteady, and a moan escapes his lips. It's incredibly sexy, I have to admit.

"Moan louder Vic. It turns me on." I say this in the most seductive voice I can muster, and he does moan louder, "Now think about me knotting my fingers in your hair. I know you love that."

"I do." Vic says a little breathlessly.

"Are you getting close?" I ask.

"I am." 

"Think about me moaning as I come and how much you love the sight of me coming undone underneath you." I know that he used to love it back then because every time I came before him, he would come right after.

"Oh god." He says in a trembly voice. This is going by faster than I thought; he must have been horny and hard even before he called me. 

Vic groans and his breathing quickens, going shallow. It's actual so hot to hear and he emits one last moan before he says, "Christ, I'm coming." I let him finish up and just listen to him. I sit here and wait for him to come down from his high.

Once his breathing starts to regulate, he says, "Thanks, I needed that."

"No problem." I say.

"Well, I'll catch you later Barack. Maybe next time we can actually have fun." If he could add a winky face to that, he probably would. He hangs up and I sigh. That was so odd. My high school sweetheart calls me, we have phone sex, I hear him come from miles away, and then he hangs up. How wonderful.

I check my clock and groan in annoyance. Time to go fix this little problem in my pants before leaving for my meeting.