Lost (Donald Trump x Mike Pence)

Lost

Donald was sure he would be re-elected after all
he had done for America. He had given up his whole life in wealth just to lead his country (ofc he still has wealth but he's self centered like that). He was very attractive too, his beautiful orange skin was always glowing, and wasn't that how most people voted anyway? Going after attractiveness?

Besides his obvious elegance and eloquence, his plans for his second term were better than everything before: Get rid of the gays, mine uranium in the grand canyon, grab 'em by the pussy and so many more great things that he could have done. But here he was, starting at a tv screen, trying to make sense of the words on screen. He squinted his old-man eyes in hopes to see better. Then, suddenly, his eyes widened in shock.

'BREAKING NEWS
JOSEPH R. BIDEN JR. ELECTED 46TH PRESIDENT'

What? No it couldn't be! Donald's body began to tremble. That wasn't right... He'd looked at the election map! Most of the areas were red!! "The election must be rigged!", he thought to himself because he didn't know how population density worked. Donald shook his head as footage of people celebrating Biden's victory were played on screen. He'd lost. The people deemed Biden a better president than him.

Donald's body felt numb and cold. He felt his eyes sting as he tried to hold back tears. He felt his stomach churn with disappointment and embarrassment and he felt dizzy. Everything was gone. Everything he had worked for was gone. He had lost everything. Just as he thought he might have a panic attack or something, Donald felt a hand on his shoulder. He snapped out of his trance like state and turned his head only to find himself looking right into the eyes of....

"Mike...", he managed to choke out. His Vice president had some tears rolling down his face which filled Donald with guilt. He hated to see Mike cry like this because of him, because he hadn't been a good enough president. The vice president had done so much for him, supported him throughout everything they had encountered during the past years. Donald wanted Mike to be happy.

Mike looked at the floor with his sad eyes. Then he began to mumble something under his breath. "What?", asked Donald, his old man ears couldn't hear so well anymore. "Uhm... Well since our time seems to be over now...", Mike seemed to struggle, trying to find the right words. " There's something I've always wanted to do but couldn't a-and since were not President and Vice President anymore... I-I thought I could maybe...".

"Just do it Mike.", Donald interrupted. Whatever it was Mike wanted to do, if it was that important to him Donald would allow it. Mike looked up at Donald in surprise. "Are you sure?", he said with wide eyes. Donald nodded furiously. Anything to make Mike happy.

Mike seemed to hesitate but then he put a hand on Donald's cheek and before the orange-skinned man knew what was happening, Mike placed his soft (non existent) lips on Donald's (wrinkly ones). Donald was so perplexed that he couldn't really do anything. Deep down he had waited for this moment ever since he had met Mike but now that it was actually happening it was too overwhelming. After a few seconds Mike pulled away and looked away in shame.

"God I'm so sorry Donald I-". But he was cut off by Donald grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and forcefully pulling him in for another kiss.

All of the emotions both men had build up over the four years they had worked together unloaded at once and soon they were lying mingled together on the floor, passionately making out. They weren't holding back anymore.

And as Donald was laying there, Mike on top of him, their lips still connected, he thought that, maybe, he hadn't lost everything after all.