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It was another peaceful day of evading taxes and avoiding the responsibility of having twelve children.
Elon didn’t have much to do except sitting on his most favourite boss chair in his company while looking out from the large rectangular window beside him. There wasn’t much to do when.. When he wasn’t with..
𝙝𝙞𝙢.
The Tesla man sighs – shifting on his seat as he brushed his creased fingers through the dark, thin strands on his scalp. Someone who was supposed to be just a colleague and nothing more – became the object of his obsession and pure passion. Became 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 more in no time, every moment without that person felt like shards ripping open his skin like the pain ripping his heart, the glass just as painful as the feeling of them leaving.
Donald Trump.
He was obsessed with Donald Trump. He couldn’t deny it any longer. Just from thinking about him and his pig-like face, Elon could feel the butterflies starting to fly in his stomach. Butterflies – a strange combination of despair, sadness and impatience. Because the man of his dreams was not here with him anymore.
He said that he had an important meeting, but Elon couldn't understand why he simply could not go along with him - just like they did during Donald’s elections. Was he not happy that Elon was there, supporting him for all these weeks? Wasn't he satisfied with what they had behind the paparazzi’s careful and suspicious gazes? His stomach twisted, was Elon not enough for him?
— I brought you your coffee and lunch, Mr Musk, — His cloudy thoughts were interrupted by his assistant. Elon straightens up and sends a strained smile to the young woman in front of him. With such precise, she carefully sets the tray of a cheeseburger, a singular large bottle of coca-cola, large french fries and cappuccino on the CEO's desk.
Elon’s smile falters for a moment. Everything.. reminded him of him. How he stuffed his orange face with the fast food he loved so much, how he mumurs with delight after taking every bite…–
— Mr Musk? Are you alright?
He rapidly blinks, bouncing back to reality once again. He clears his throat,
— Absolutely. — He answers, plain-spoken that dictated the end of the conversation. The assistant subtly nods and leaving the room after a beat of silence, as if attempting to predict her boss’ thoughts.
Elon is alone in his office once more. He rubs his droopy face with a quiet groan. He needs to get back to work and focus on essential tasks, but it was almost 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 when the most important person for him was nothing other than the President of the United States of America– a man of his dreams.
He still remembers their first meeting, the glances and faint blush Elon spotted on his face when Donald smiled at him for the first time. Their first kiss and…—
— His phone rings.
His rushing thoughts coming to a halt before it had gone to the wrong direction. Elon jumped at first, being caught off guard. Was it Trump? Did he text him anything? He takes out his iPhone with rather shaking hands and closes eyes for a moment. Silently praying that the notification he just got is from Donald…
...But it is not.
Elon slowly peeks out from his eyelids and looks at his phonescreen, hands instantly digging into his black phonecase with large X behind it it as he read the notification of the tweet:
"𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚉𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚘𝚗, 𝙽𝚈𝚃 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜."
Private. Meeting.
He froze, reading the sentence again. Then scrolling down to see the pictures of them together. And with every second Elon could feel his heart sinking more and more. A flare of anger sparks, teeth grinding in response as he opens messages.
E xxx
>Have a good time.
He types, almost tapping “send” before he pauses, thinking of his decision twice.
He hoped it sounded like he was neutral about it the situation. No hard feelings…right?
But what could they be doing right now? His mind involuntarily started to imagine Zuckerberg and his Donald together, which made him feel even worse. Was Mark inching closer and smirking at him? Or maybe Donald didn’t mind it at all? Maybe he got bored of Elon and wanted someone else?
Don
>Miss you. Talk to you later.
Oh, of course he will talk to him later. He definitely was busy right now with oh-so-nice Mark. Elon scoffs, leaving the conversation just as that.
He's going to leave Donald on seen for a while, allowing him to experiencing the frustration of being ignored.
_______
Hours felt like a fever dream, as Musk decides to fall into the calming routine of work. Of course, he didn't touch his X app nor tried to fix his mistakes here – that was a pointless bother in his mind– it was his app afterall, and nobody should care about the concerning amount of pornographic bots or empty accounts.
As long as money was right, he never had to bat an eye at this.
Elon was getting through his paperwork until he heard a knock on his office door. Musk grinds his teeth with annoyance. Was it his assistant again? What does she want from him? He just wanted to stay cooped up in his office and keep the illusion of being in a good mood.
Elon starts when the door opens:
── Listen, I don't need another coffee nor anything else to eat, so you can leave me alo… — glancing at the person that came in, and, instantly the words gets stuck in his throat. His eyes widen.
It was not his assistant. It was…
── ..Well, I didn’t bring coffee nor food anyway. — Donald smirks with little amusement, observing Elon’s surprised reaction. Shoving his large hands into the pockets of his pants, he steps inside the office.
── What are you doing here, Don? — Elon’s asks, voice cold and chilly as winter air. His eyes flicks down to the papers in his hands and places them on the desk as he then opens his laptop instead.
That way he could give the impression of being busy and still observe what the president is doing.
— I thought you were busy meeting Zuckerberg. — he adds coldly.
── Oh, it was.. truly a challenging experience, all those formalities and paparazzi… I felt absolutely drained. — Trump says with a sigh and rubbing his orange forehead.
Elon grits his teeth.
── I wonder what else made you so tired. — he murmurs without thinking twice, eyes narrowing as he focuses on the screen in front of him.
Silence from Trump's side.
Musk starts to realize what he just said. God, it must have sounded like he was…
── Are you jealous, E? — Donald asks after a few seconds of silence. He no longer looks tired. Instead, his small piggy eyes peering at him, carefully, as if trying to read his thoughts.
Musk swallows and begins typing something randomly on the keyboard. Doesn't matter what, he just had to look like he didn't care. For a moment the only sound in the room was Elon’s typing with his slightly trembling hands.
But then, suddenly the laptop screen gets lowered. A hand layed upon the back cover. Trump's hand. Elon's gaze was forced to meet the other male's.
── Elon.. Answer. Me. - Donald says slowly, looking into the eyes of the millionaire. — ..Are you jealous?-
Musk immediately averts his gaze. He bites the inside of his mouth.
Was it that obvious? He was an independent man–one of the most important people in America.
So why was he feeling so… weak right now? Why was Donald making him feel the things he never thought he would feel?
With his girlfriends or ex-wives it was different. He never cared about them nor about what they did, as long as it didn’t ruin his reputation. He didn’t hold any feelings for them, but Trump…
Trump was someone Elon couldnt lose. He was different, he was SOMEONE in his eyes.
His thoughts get interrupted when Donald reaches a hand out to gently grab Elon’s chin, forcing the latter to not look away from the former.
But.. he does not answer.
There was no point anyway, Trump already knew the truth. It was like he read him like a book, every twitch of his eye, every small gesture was not missed by his gaze.
── I was talking with Mark about us, Elon. — Trump says softly, looking into his grey eyes that widen at his confession.
── W-what? - Musk mumbles, caught off guard. He was talking about 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺?
── He will support us when we will come out to the world. — His eyes crinkle at the corners as he gave a small grin, showing his yellow teeth.
And Elon looks at him, open mouthed. He said “when” and not “if”, as if.. As if he really takes them seriously– so much that he is ready to risk their reputation to make their relationship with each other official.
── Don, I'm.. — Elon starts, but he is unable to finish the sentence. A quiet sort of hum emits from Trump, hand moving to cup Musk’s cheek.
And suddenly, every bad thought vanishes from his brain, because, how could he be mad at his partner when all he did is think about them and their future?
He felt stupid for letting himself to even think of Donald betraying him.
— … Sorry. - Elon adds quietly, biting his lower chapped lip.
Trump chuckles, hoarse and throaty, head shaking lightly as his face closer leans closer towards Elon's.
── I know what you were thinking, E. — he murmurs, his eyes sparkling in dim light above them. — And it is almost.. Flattering.. that you were jealous of me being with Mark. — his hand gently caresses Elon’s cheek — but let me reassure you; you are my only one, Elon. The only one that truly matters to me. - Trump whispers faintly - I only have eyes for you. — his words are almost a mumble now, but Elon hears it clearly. Their faces are almost touching each other. The words his partner said to him repeats in Elon's mind again,
again..
and again.
Trump's smirk widens, noticing that Musk is drifting away again. Then, he brings Elon closer to himself.
Their lips meets. The kiss is slow and sweet. Elon could not help but bring Trump closer by his collar as if not wanting to let him go – which earns a hum of approval from the latter.
── Don’t leave me. Ever. - Musk murmurs between the kiss, breath slowly starting to pick up.
Trump quietly chuckles,
── As if I ever wanted to, dear. - Donald smirks as he pulls away to look at his partner. Both of the president's hands raises to cups Elon's cheeks.
— I love you. And I would set the world on fire for you, E. I would do anything you want. — he whispers, staring adoringly into his eyes.
Elon knows that he means it. That he is ready to risk everything – risk his reputation – his life and future just to be officially with Elon.
— I love you too, Don. — he says softly, that earlier jealousy of his now completely vanished.
And right now, Elon Musk was not only one of the richest person in the world, but also the happiest one.
Because he has a place.
And his place is right next to Donald Trump. Whatever the future will bring, they will face it together.