Donald Trump was getting on his last nerves.
Every time he tried to speak, Donald would interject with some bizarre claim, a claim with no substance.
Joe knew what type of game he was playing.
Donald was playing dirty.
Joe couldn't hear what Donald was saying.
It was the same bullshit over and over again, mindless stuttering and denials.
"Let him fini-" the moderator desperately tried to get Donald to stop interrupting.
"Mr.- Mr. President. Please let him fini-"
Donald continued, not stopping his arguments.
Joe's eyes met with his, a cesspool of dark, emptiness.
The only thing Joe could see in Donald's eyes was determination.
Determination to ruin this debate, no matter what.
Joe narrowed his eyes, meeting the same defiant glare.
Donald's toupee flowed in the breeze as he continued to spew words.
Joe wasn't paying attention.
All he could focus on were Donald's lips, his moisturized, miniature lips.
They said the stupidest things, yet Joe couldn't help but watch them move.
It was the stupidest fucking thing he'd ever seen.
The moderator had moved on, clearly tired with the current topic.
He directed this question to Joe, which he was eager to answer.
Donald didn't let him answer, though.
Fed up after minutes of continuous back and forth, Joe snapped. "Can you just shut up, man?"
Donald didn't waver. "Make me, Biden."
"Ooh, you wanna beat me so badly, you fucking loser."
"I'll have to request that you refrain from using foul language, Mr. Biden." the moderator spoke up.
This was a heated battle between him and Trump only.
Nothing else mattered, nobody else mattered.
At that moment, there wasn't Twitter, or the moderator, or Melania, or Jill.
It was just him and Donald.
"And so what? You're too scared to come at me. Just like Crooked Hillary, he can't fulfill his promises!" Donald exclaimed.
Joe didn't know what went through his mind.
Perhaps stubbornness, competitiveness, even?
He wasn't scared of anything.
And so, he walked away from his podium and to Donald's.
The orange-skinned man, clearly not expecting Joe to make a move, did something shocking.
The moderator, who at this point was mentally signing his registration form, made another feeble attempt to get the debate in order using his boss Demetri s prompts.
"Mr. Biden, please go back to your podium..."
Joe ignored him, getting face-to-face with Donald.
"What? I'm here now. Do something. Or are you too scared?"
Donald's eyes widened, unsure of what to do next.
Joe scoffed, knowing full well that his plan had worked.
He turned away from Donald, a smile on his face.
"As you can see, ladies and gentlemen, your president is too scared to put words to action! What makes you think he'll be fit to run a country?"
Suddenly, a shoulder grab.
Donald brought Joe's face to his, and shockingly, kissed him.
Kissed him deep and firm.
As their groins pressed into one another’s, feeling each others heat as they both grew firm in front of America.
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