jeremy corbin x boris johnson

meeting break

Boris Johnson sat at the head table where a co-worker in a tight shirt and tiny skirt stood, talking about the future of the country. Boris couldn't care less, he was more worried about his very obvious wig flying into the wind, free, and the paparazzi surrounding him.

The timer on the side began to ring, impatiently, and people rose from their seats. Boris still sat in his seat, swinging around boredly. He caught sight of Jeremy Corbyn lingering on the side of the room - staring at him. The tall, hunky man winked at Boris before mouthing a few mesmorising words,

"Meet me in the bathroom in 10." He said before leaving the room. Boris' heart leapt and he nodded, looking away and couldn't help but feel excited at these words. Boris couldn't stop imagining Jeremy's skinny malnourished body pressed against his, hot and sweaty. Boris swore under his breath, hating that he didn't bring his cat lacy stockings. Ten minutes were up, and Boris stood - begininng to move towards the bathroom...