Triden One Shot (Trump x Biden)

Triden One Shot

"B-Biden..? What are you doing here?" Trump stuttered out, noticing Biden's lanky frame in the doorway of his tower. Biden smirked, biting his lip as his eyes raked up and down the pasty orange man.

"I thought I needed to pay you a visit, to... apologise... for the debate today."

Trump blushed, pushing a wispy strand of hair behind his ear.

"I guess you'd have to come inside then."

Biden didn't need a second thought, as he stepped inside eagerly and shut the door behind him. He shrugged off his suit jacket, discarding it for the bellboy to pick up later on. Making his way over to Trump, he rested a soft hand on the taller man's shoulder and stared him directly in his small, pig-like eyes.

"A-are you... what are you doing?"

Biden smirked again, glancing down and back up.

"Apologising, of course."

Trump let out a soft laugh, turning on his heel and leading the way upstairs.

"Nobody can know that you're here," he muttered, half-shielding the white haired man as they made their way along the hallways of Trump Tower.

"I can live with that. Nobody WILL know. Don't worry, Donnie."

Trump blushed and turned around, "Donnie?"

Biden placed a reassuring hand on Trumps hip, "a nickname."

Trump smirked back at the taller man, opening a door behind him as Biden rested his spare hand on the suited up shoulder of the orange man.

The door clicked open and Trump stumbled back into the room, Biden catching him and sweeping him off his feet like a movie.

The white haired man closed the door with a quick push of his foot, looking into Trump's eyes as if they were the sunset on his last day.

"Donnie," he muttered, closing the small gap between their mouths. Trump kissed back passionately, feeling fireworks go off inside of him. God, he'd missed this. He'd missed the soft touch of Biden's wrinkly, aged skin, the look in his wide open eyes as they made out.

They broke apart after moments, Biden helping Trump get back up on his feet.

"Oh, Sleepy Joe..." Trump muttered, brushing a singular strand of falling-out hair behind the other man's ear.

"I have to go now, but you know... I'll see you around... October sixteenth," Biden said with a wink, opening the door and strutting back down the hallway.

Trump watched his hips as he left, letting out a breath he didn't know he had been holding in. He licked his thin, cracked lips as the previous scene replayed and replayed in his head.

God, he couldn't wait for the next debate.