Music to my ears (Obama x Thomas the tank engine)

Where is this going?

The rest of the first school day was a blur for Thomas. He couldn't stop thinking about Obama and his gorgeous, almost delicate features. He wanted to hold him, kiss him, he had desires like never before. As he walked back to his dorm in silence, he felt a warm presence behind him. Just to his luck, it was none other than Obama. "WAH!" Thomas let out a noise of surprise. "Oh- hey! What are you doing here?" Obama stood there silent "uh well um... sorry if this sounds weird but... I was kind of following you" "kind of?" "Ha yeah um the thing is, I'm still living at home and, I'd really like you to see my place! It's just... I feel really comfortable around you and I just, want to hang out" Thomas' cheeks turned bright red. He couldn't believe what was happening. "I- I would love to!" "Really? Great! Just follow me to my car and I'll drive you there. When they got to the car, Thomas felt his heart pounding in his chest like it could burst out any minute. How could this be real? Is this real? Thomas' thoughts were quickly interrupted. "So... Thomas!" "Yeah?" "the thing is, I'm a musician, and I'd really like to show you my studio! I know it's kind of cliche but I'm really passionate about it and want you to see what I do!" "I'm so glad you feel that way! I'm not even comfortable in my own passions but I want that to change!" "If you ever need to talk about something related to that or anything at all, feel free to come to me"

The car slowed down as they approached a house, presumably Obama's. "We're here!" They walked through the house as Obama led Thomas down to the basement. Obama turned the lights on. Nice equipment and expensive looking instruments were now seen. It looked almost professional! "WOW. This is like the fanciest basement I've ever seen" "haha I guess you could say that. Here is where I record! I do mostly rap and alternative but I like to branch out" "do you mind if I... hear some?" Thomas asked. "You'd really like to hear something? Well I'd love to! Here's my newest track" Obama reached for his computer and put on a song Thomas had never heard before. Obama's voice was beautiful and the lyrics were too. He could tell how much Obama cared about his craft. Thomas was mesmerized. "Obama, you might be the most talented person I've ever met" "oh stop!" "No really!" He paused the song. "I- I can't even begin to describe it I'm just, so mesmerized whenever you talk!" Oh fuck I didn't mean to say that. "Wait- really?" "I mean yeah" they both stared into each other's eyes. Thomas wasn't sure what was about to happen but he was so ready. Obama pressed his lips against Thomas. Without hesitation Thomas kissed him back. Their kiss was so passionate Thomas could feel himself heating up. A simple kiss quickly escalated into making out. Where was this going? Obama felt a slight moan come out. He didn't care anymore. He wanted Thomas. Thomas felt the same way. He grabbed Obama's ass as he continued to press his lips against Obama's. He couldn't take it anymore. He pushed Obama against the wall, a decision he would immediately regret. Being a train, Thomas is much heavier than a human. As a result, Obama fell through the wall. Thomas opened his eyes and couldn't believe what he saw. "OBAMA!!!!!!" He started sobbing, trying to get Obama out of the wall. He called an ambulance as soon as possible. While he waited, he held Obama in his arms, as tears fell down his cheek on to Obama's, except unlike in fairytales, Obama didn't wake up.