Trump x Pence

All the way

   Trump spent the rest of his night dreaming about Pence and the way he looked at him with innocent eyes. The way his mouth felt wrapped around him. Melania had ruined everything, she always did. He bought her everything she wanted, all he asked for was for her to shut her mouth and be a good wife. He never asked anything of her short of the occasional sex, He let her go wherever she wanted whenever she wanted. He was tired of putting up with her attitude, he then dreamt of another life. One where he was married to Pence.
   He was truly, deeply in love with Pence. His smile, his voice, his jokes. He would do anything just to make him happy. But then he realized that he wasn't doing everything he could, he was a coward. He couldn't keep Pence happy, he was trapped in this god forsaken marriage with Melania. He regretted the day he met her, the day they wedded, and the kids. The kids, they were decent children. Trump did love his kids because he had to, but still he couldn't help thinking about his life if he never had them. Maybe then he could be with Pence. Though even that wasn't enough, he knew an openly gay president would never be elected.
   He was trapped in every way imaginable. There was no possible way for this to ever work. But he wanted Pence to be with him, he wanted to wake up next to him. To start a new life with Pence together. The more he thought about reality the more he hated it. He spent so much time building his life and career, just to find out it was for nothing. Because of one man, he hated his life. He hated Pence because he opened his eyes to new world of pleasures and happiness. When he was with Pence he felt awake in way he never had in any other area of his life. Nothing, no one could make him feel the same way.
  It wasn't fair for his wife to get in the way of his true love. Somewhere in his thoughts he drifted off to sleep.
    He woke with the rising sun, he looked over the side of the bed. Empty. Alone. He called Pence without a second thought. It rang and rang until it went to voicemail. It wasn't like Pence not to answer. He started getting anxious, he waited for what seemed like hours for six minutes until Pence called back. "Hello?" He said shakily and unsure. "Mike, come over." He paused, then he agreed.
   Trump was so relieved and pleased to see Pence again, like taking a fresh breath of morning air. He embraced Pence tightly at the door. When he let go Pence looked woefully at the floor. Trump caressed his face, "What is it?" He looked up at Trump, It was hard to feel his touch. He knew it was wrong to be with Trump, but he longed for him so badly. He had always fantasized about Trump inappropriately, but now that it had happened it wasn't like how he had imagined. He felt guilty for being with him, they both had families.
   "It wasn't right what I did last night", said Pence. Trump looked at him with devoted certainty, "Mike, we both felt it, we could go our separate ways. Or you stay with me. I, for one, am tired of settling, there's nothing wrong with taking what you want Pence." Pence was torn and it showed, he was fighting against right and wrong. It only served to make being with Trump more irresistible to him. His kissed Trump and held each other close.
   Melania approached down the hall. "Is Melania home!?!" Pence gasped. "Yeah, don't worry about it." She finally entered the room right as she was about to say something Trump intervened her, "Melania get out of the house. I've given you tons of allowance this week, Ive got important business to do." Melania was insulted, "You not speak to me this way!!!" She raised her voice. Trump refuted, "I pay for everything, I'm tired of your attitude. Come back after you've cooled off." She stormed off, angrily slammed the door, and drove out of the driveway.
   Pence was stirred, by his display of dominance. Trumped turned to Pence and led him to the bedroom to finish what they started. It was silent, Pence stood in anticipation by the door as Trump shut the curtains. He made his way to Pence and shut the door behind him. Pence got on his knees, when Trump pulled him back up. "I'm going to have my way with you." He said. He started unbuttoning Pence's shirt one by one revealing his figure. He unbuckled his belt and pushed him on the bed. Pence moaned in adoration, it was perfect. Pence was completely passive and Trump took control. They finished and Pence slept in his arms.
   This was it, this was what he had dreamed of. He loved being this close to Pence, he loved being inside him, he wanted to be with him all the time. Melania pulled in the driveway, Trump didn't bother getting up, she went straight to the guest room and they were undisturbed. The next morning Pence woke up next to Trump. This was his fantasy, nothing could make this moment better.