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“When you’re a star” A Bill Clinton x Donald Trump short story
“It's strange, you know?” Bill said as the party thumped with life behind them.
“What?” responded Donald.
“After the scandal with Monica, I thought” he looked down
and snickered to himself “I never thought I would be going to parties like this again.” “I’m
surprised Hiliary let you” Donald said.
Bill let out a laugh from his chest this time “I’m not sure that “Let” is the word I would use”
They both let out a laugh that stirred the quiet and tranquil atmosphere of the
balcony. “you’re lucky Donny” said Bill,
Donald raised his eyebrows “why is that?” he said with curiosity.
“You don’t have to worry about your wife at these parties, I mean hell
she even comes with you!” they both looked back through the glass door to see Melania
chatting it up with Jeffery Epstein, she looked like she was having the time of her life.
“Yeah Melania” Trump said with a twinge of discontent in his voice, Bill caught
it right away
“What? She not as hot as some of the girls Epstein brought out today? I
think you really hit it off with that 15-year-old, right?”,
“Yeah, she was hot” Donald replied
with a hint of sadness in his voice. Everything Bill said filled him with warmth, it was
like he was on TV trying to bring comfort to the American people, but it was all just for
him, all of his warmth and energy was just for Donald that night.
“Bill?” Donald leaned harder on the balcony “do you ever feel like there is more
to this life than trying to put on a show for the public? I feel like I never get to be me
anymore, I never get to break down the mask I put up for the world.”
Bill leaned closer
“I hear you, sometimes I look in the mirror and don’t know who I am anymore, I don’t
know where Bill ends and the POTUS begins”.
Trump put his hands on the balcony overlooking the ocean and sighed. Bill looked
at his friend, he knew that Trump had only used this party as a distraction, as a means to
forget everything about his life for a moment. Bill put his hands on the rail as well. A jolt
shot through Donald's heart, in this moment nothing else mattered, not the party, not
Melania, not the fact that he was incriminating himself with every single action he took
during the 90s. No, the only thing that mattered right now was him, his warm gaze, his
very obvious Botox, everything about him made him feel like he was safe.
Donald moves his hand closer to Bill's, so lightly that if you weren’t paying attention
you wouldn't have realized, but he knew Bill would notice, he always did.
Whenever Donald was feeling sad Bill was always there, he always knew what would make him feel
better, what would make him feel safe.
Bill placed his hand over Donald's; it shocked both of them for a moment before they both drew away for a moment.
“Bubba I-”
Bill took Donald’s hands into his own hands. “let's just be us for a moment, no masks, no
performances for everyone else. Let's just be here with each other for just a moment”.
“b-but what about”
bill interrupted Donald with a hand on his cheek.
“Don’t look at them just look at me, just be here with me for a moment”.
Donald couldn’t fight it anymore, he shot up on his toes and kissed bill, ignoring
the pain from his totally real and not fake bone spurs. The world seemed to melt away for
a moment. The noise from the party died out as Bill held him in his arms. The kiss broke
after what felt like forever.
Bill leaned in for another but stopped himself “follow me” he said and led Donald by the hand through the party and into a secluded bedroom.
“Bill what are you do-”
before Donald could squeak out his words Bill kissed him and lifted
him into his arms. The feeling of being lifted and manhandled by Bill made Trump feel a
sense of euphoria that he hadn't felt since he raped those underaged girls several times.
Donald pulled away after an eternity of being held in his arms.
“Let me... just put me down”
Donald couldn't say what he was thinking, he couldn’t even say what he was thinking of doing.
“what's wrong Donny?” Bill asked.
“Nothing” Donald said as he pushed Bill back on to the bed,
“you’ve done everything right tonight. I just want to show you how thankful I am”.
Donald crawled across the bed to Bill and placed his hand
on his crotch.
“Are you sure Donny?”,
Donald slowly unzipped his pants and placed his
hand on the fabric of is underwear.
“Come on Bill, when you’re a star”
Donald leaned into Bill’s ear close enough where bill could feel it,
“They let you do it”.
Hillary shot up in bed to the feeling she was getting cuckolded again.