Their kiss deepend, and so was his love for Biden.
Biden pulled back from Trump's lips and catching his breath, a trail of saliva dripping down his chin. even after all the debates in his college and all the women he slept with he never went past a kissing stage. No matter how much trump tried, he was always the abnormal one. The cold december weather made Biden shiver, making him hold his cross tightly.
"It's nothing.. i just had too much to drink.. I need to cool off bidey" Trump said, glazing at the snow. The only light illuminating was the moon's sorrowful light, that haunted springfield. "T-Trump.. you arent alright, what is it? you always had this sad look in your eyes.. please tell me.." Biden said as he sat on the cold stairs next to Trump, his friend group not noticing their disapperance as they drank their sorrow away.
"Im tired Biden.. Im scared.." Trump said as he laid his head on Biden's shoulder, with tears streaming down his face. Biden was equally wasted, having drank the same amount of vodka as Trump.
"You can tell me anything trump... im here for you" Biden said, as he held Trump's head close. The mood shifted to a semi romantic yet sad mood. Trump looked at the ground, avoiding Biden's soft eyes.
"B-Biden.. I-I'm gay.. and i hate myself for that.. Im sorry.." Trump said, closing his eyes. He expected a slap. He expected to be yelled at. He expected a punch. He expected Biden to scream at him and tell him to repent.
But he didnt expect a kiss, from his first and last love. Trump's eyes widened, the warmth of Biden's tongue warming his face in that cold december weather.
Biden's mouth was the holiest thing Trump had ever tasted in his whole unholy life. The taste of his cherry chapstick, his soft lips – and his soft beautiful white hair. Suddenly it clicked for Trump; if this is what sin is in the eyes of christ then Trump was willing to defy God. He was willing to defy the teachings of his so called saviour, the god he grew up loving The god he would dare never defy nor disrespect. Trump was drunk, but he felt honest In that moment, as honest as a man could ever possibly be after a lifetime of lies. The world stopped moving for them both. The moment Trump's tongue was interwined with Biden's was the moment he felt as if he was free from the chains that held him back. Trump closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment, enjoyed the sin he always tried to hide away from and let his heart lead the way, for this is his salvation, his paradise – his happiness. It was only then that what happened sank in for Trump. Trump sinned, and suddenly his feelings of love and lust were replaced with guilt. Guilt because he gave in to his temptations.
Guilt because he enjoyed the kiss.
Guilt because he defied the teachings that Christ bestowed upon him. Guilt because he betrayed his faith, his mother and his father.
Guilt because in that moment, he knew what true love was. And he felt sadness too, because in that moment he knew that true love was forbidden for him. Because god was against him finding happiness in this earthly, mortal life.
In that moment, he felt like his eleven year old self praying to God that he cleanses his soul and remove that sin in which he was cursed with at birth. "I.. I'm not.." Trump couldn't get the words out. His hands were shaking, and the alcohol in his system made his emotions worse. Trump started sobbing, and ran away leaving Biden with an aching heart.
End of chapter 1 what do u guys think?