Beto O'Reckmyass

Midterm Night Delight

It was a cold November night.

You looked at Beto's hopeful kind eyes, eagerly watching the polls. You didn't dare disrupt his concentration. But the only thing you were concentrated on was him.

Ever since you'd known him, you knew there was something special.

He was brave. He was kind. He dared to fiercely support human rights in a state full of old white voters who wanted to maintain their privilege. Nobody thought your hubby bear Beto would stand a chance.

And as you watched the polls climb, maybe he did. Maybe the rest of the country would see him as you did; an angel.

Your heart ached for his win, to see the personification for everything you've ever loved and believed in.

But he wasn't winning. You watched his kind eyes though, never faltering, always hopeful.

He stared at the screen but you only stared at him.

The polls stopped. He lost. But not by much. Not by the amount everyone thought. And your baby didn't get discouraged.

"Y/N," he said, looking into your eyes with his beautiful orbs. He addressed you for the first time in hours, aside from a hand placed on your thigh or around you shoulder to pull you to join his immersive watch. It made your heart thump in your chest. "This is amazing."

He smiled wide and it made you smile even wider. He planted a big smooch on your lips and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You both grinned into it. He was not discouraged, and it was so inspiring.

The kiss started to get heated as he gripped and you and you pulled at his hair in your excitement.

But finally he broke away as your breathing god heavy.

"I've got to go speak."

You nodded, agreeing. He would do anything for his people.

He jumped up, and ran to the next room, because I don't remember where he spoke at exactly and don't wanna figure out how you would've gotten there so yeah you just uh appeared okay yeah.

Anyways you were waiting in the audience. Front row.

His chest was heaving, he was sweating, in a tizzy excitement and hope for the democratic people of Texas. Throughout his hopeful and appreciative speech, he had you growing hotter by the second. You felt a heat between your legs.

He preached about the future of the nation, and you knew just what he had in mind. A blue wave. Rights for minorities. Fucking Donald Trump in the ass with a dead swordfish. Women's rights.

Fuck, you were horny.

And you had to clench your legs together when he shouted, "I am so fucking proud of you guys."

Oh god. Oh, yes.

Tonight is his night. You wanted daddy Beto to take control in the American streets and your private sheets.

You mentally checked that you had placed the lube bottle of republican tears on your nightstand.

You had. And tonight, you were going to show Beto just how proud he made you.