Donald x Mike (I Have No Idea About The Political Landscape Of America)

The Begging of A Romance

Donald sat, watching the rain patter and scatter down the window, a longing look on his face, 'why is he so distant? Is it because of the pandemic? I want him here with me...' he thought to himself.

'NO, I mustn't think like this,' he slammed his fist on the desk.
'what if he's in trouble and needs my help? What if-'

Before Donald knew it, he was rushing out his office, his tie flying wildly in the wind, his fake tan dripping off his face and onto his shirt, staining it like a wooden deck. He ducked into a florist, and locked eyes with the owner

"GET ME A SHIRT WOMAN? DONT YOU KNOW WHO I AM?" Donald huffed angrily as the woman darted around the shop before pulling out a shirt and umbrella from behind the counter. Donald yanked a clump of flowers out of the display and threw a 50$ bill at the woman. He sprinted out the shop, his chest heaving as he locked eyes with him

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"M-mike? Is that you?" Donald stepped towards the figure standing by the fountain, dropping his umbrella
"Donald, I know why you're here, and I want to say-"
"NO, DONT SAY NO! I KNOW I HAVE A WIFE AND CHILD BUT I LOVE YOU AND WANT-" Donald realised he was yelling.
"I want you...."
"You- you're ready to risk that all for me?" Mike shook his head angrily, "NO! you can't, not for me"
"Please Mike, I've never felt like this about anyone before!"
"No!" Mike turned away, a tear rolled down his cheek,
"B-before I go, one last time of weakness" Mike ran towards Donald, grabbing his tie and pulling him close, locking into a passionate kiss. The world stood still, no time passed for them, it was just him and Donald, him and Mike...

TO BE CONTINUED!