The cummunist dick-tatorship

Chapter 6: The aftermath

Lenin's POV:
"We ate that I fear,"  I say to Stalin as we sit under the stars.
We just returned the twinks to their offices, but not before blackmailing them so they would have to stop bullying me otherwise their little secret would be out.
"Oh we so did, did you see Pobedonostev crying?"
"You mean pobbie baby?? And yes i did."
Stalin throws his head back and laughs. "Ok yeah, that nickname made my soul cringe."
"So, do you like me yet?" Stalin says all of a sudden.
"What?" I say taken aback.
"You know, when we first met I said you'd end up liking me."
"Well...I don't know about liking you," I start, and I see Stalin's smirk fade "but," hope lights up his eyes. "You're not so bad after all."
I smile teasingly at him, nudging his shoulder with mine.
He laughs, shaking his head and looks down at his lap.
"You know, you're more chill than I thought you'd be," he says honestly.
"Really?"
"Yeh, I mean, no offence, but I thought you'd be this uptight weirdo."
"Gee thanks," I feel my face burn red as I look up at the starry sky,
"Uh wait for the but," Stalin chuckles, "but, you're actually a fun guy."
"Well thanks, you're a fun guy too."
We both beam at each other, our eyes looking into each others. I get lost in his aquamarine orbs.
"Lenin?" Stalin whispers.
"Yes?" I reply quietly, too caught up in the moment to think straight.
Stalins smirk has faded and he is now looking into my eyes with a strange emotion, but I can't seem to figure out what it is. His lips are parted and his eyes are widened.
He doesn't reply though.
He just continues to stare into my eyes, as if he's longing for something.
But for what?
Then he moves his face closer to mine, so close I can feel his breath on my cheek, and I'm able to examine every feature of his face. His freckles, his moustache, his crooked nose.
Then he leans even closer
and closer
and closer
until-

Stalin's POV:
Then I kiss him.
I don't know why I do it.
I mean I knew I was attracted to him.
I'm bisexual after all and sad pathetic twinks are my type.
But I never intended to kiss him, not this early anyway.
But currently my lips are on his.
It only lasts for a couple,e of seconds before he pulls away.
"What the fuck Stalin?!?!" Lenin says sharply, standing up.
"I'm so-"
"What- What was that? What- What are you- What are you doing??" Lenin stutters, clearly unable to process what just happened.
Shit, I'm such a dumbass, we were getting along so well, why did I have to mess it up like that?
It's just...his lips looked so tempting in that moment, I couldn't help myself.
He makes me lose control.
"Lenin I'm so sorry it was just a spur of the moment thing. Look I-"
"Look Stalin, I have to go," He says, shaking his head and walking away.
"No please-" but before I can convince him to hear me out, he's disappeared into the dark night.
Fuck.
I seriously thought I was getting somewhere, and now I've fucked it all up.
So I guess he doesn't like me like that.
And now I've got to hide my true feelings for him?
*scoffs*
Wish me luck.