Stalin's POV:
I'm glad I did it.
Glad I went into the new year with Lenin's lips on mine.
But it was over too soon.
And I crave the feeling. I want it back.
So after everyone has wished each other a happy new year and is refilling their drinks, I pull Lenin into the closest empty room.
I shut the door quietly behind us, although I'm not sure anyone would hear over the music and cheering, and no one would notice.
"Stalin what are you?-"
I kiss him again.
This time, more passionately.
I even stick in some tongue action.
I pull away.
Lenin looks shell shocked.
I can't help but chuckle at his expression.
"See how goo that was. I wish we could do that all the time."
"But Stalin-"
"I know, I know. You're gonna say that we can't and that we'd be publicly shamed for it. I know. But..."
"But what?"
"But...nobody has to know."
"Look Stalin," Lenin begins, running a hand over his face.
"No no, hear me out, come on, it could be our little secret."
I can see the temptation in his eyes. He wants to say yes. But somethings holding him back.
"I don't think you're thinking this through properly." He admits, "I mean how on earth would we sneak around and god, I mean, if we got caught, you realise that's our careers over."
"Then we just won't get caught," I wink at him, a smirk spreading across my face.
"You're crazy, Stalin." Lenin's mouth breaks into a smile.
"Yeah, well...you drive me crazy." I take his hands in mine, looking deeply into his eyes, pleadingly, "please Lenin, come on, say yes."
"I don't..."
"What? What could possibly hold you back from...potentially having the best time of your life."
"Wow alright gas yourself up," he rolls his eyes.
"Lenin, come on, I like you, you like me. Let's just do this."
He stares back at me for what feels like forever.
I can almost hear all the thoughts and concerns rushing through his head.
He looks down for a second.
Then he looks back up and meets my eyes again. His eyes wide and worried.
Then he takes me by surprise and says
"Ok...our little secret."
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