Trump x Pence

The Moment

   The doorbell bellowed out through the empty entrance, Trump nervously opened the door. Pence came and Trump took his coat revealing his light blue button down shirt with a few undone buttons at the top. It was just enough to catch Trumps attention and put him on edge. Trump struggled to fight his lustful intentions. It was unbearable seeing Pence look the way he did in the night hours. Trump reached for Pence's collar and toyed with the seam. "Blue huh? You're not switching sides are you?" Pence let a a tiny chuckle "Ha no I'm sticking with you." 
    "The papers are on the table, come this way." Pence followed Trump into the dining room. The papers weren't there, Trump had purposefully left them on his nightstand. He wanted Pence to stay with him. Just to be sure that Pence was unaware of his true feelings, or maybe just to torture himself further. What was he thinking having him here, baiting him like this.
   "Oh man, you know I don't see the papers here." He lied. Pence looked around the room and back at Trump. There eyes meet like they had before, he was certain know. He was certain that he knew. "It's okay, they weren't that important anyway" said Pence. "Wait! I think I know where I might've left them." A desperate attempt to make him stay, it was almost involuntary. Trump guided him through the halls to his bedroom. He slowly walked in with Pence behind him. Trump took a seat on his bed and looked through the papers. Pence sat next to him and said "Yes! Those are the ones."
   Trump couldn't just let him leave, not when he was right there in his bedroom sitting right next to him on his bed. Trump picked up the papers to hand Pence but didn't let go after Pence grabbed for them. With them both holding the papers Pence looked up at Trump and the intensity of their stare deepened. He let go of the papers and Pence put them under his sleeve and thanked Trump. But as he got up Trump placed a hand on his thigh, "What's the rush? Why don't you stay awhile?" Mike looked a bit at a loss for words but he agreed.
  "You know we have to be prepared for that interview." "Yes sir." Said Pence
"Call me Donald it's ok." Pence let out a smile. "Do you drink?" Trump asked. "No." He said. "Oh, maybe I've got something else in my kitchen let's go." Pence was reluctant and said "Well, actually I have to go back to the office I'm swamped." 
   Trump laid off him, he knew it was to good to be true. It was drawn out and bitter, he walked him to the door and handed Pence his coat. But  the tone of the evening lingered something held deep within Trump wanted to be let out. Pence looked into Trumps eyes once more to bid him farewell, Pence put out his hand for a handshake. Trump gently, slowly held his hand. Then suddenly pulled him close and kissed him. Pence was red and hot and he kissed him just for a second before pushing him away. They stared at each other in silence before Pence walked out the door and left.