"Those will kill you, you know." His voice was hoarse.

I scuffed lightly and flicked the cigarette.

"That's why I do it, friend" I hadn't looked up at him yet.

"Can I bum one from you then, pal."

I shot him a glare and froze. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He looked aged, but softened. The wrinkles around his eyes showed many years of laughing. I couldn't stop staring at him. One of his eyebrows raised slowly and his head tilted slightly making his thin hair fall out of place.

"Are you going to give me a smoke or not kid?" I threw the one out of my mouth and stomped on it hard. With clumsy hands I pulled my pack out of my back pocket and grabbed two out of it.

"You got a name kid?" He asked puffing on the Marlboro.

"Everyone calls me Gordo." He snorted.

"Dumb fucking name kid, but it fits your dumb face." I flicked my cigarette.

"You must have a pretty good name to be talking so much shit." He took a long drag.

"Names Donald, most people call me Trump though."

I laughed in his face.

"Donald? I mean it makes sense. That ancient name fits your ancient face." He flicked his cigarette on the ground and spit on it.

"You got a lot of talk for a kid."

"I'm 23."

"Still a kid. Give me another one."

I handed him one and he lit, blowing a cloud right in my face.

"So, 'Gordo', what do you do?"

"School."

"That's it?"

"And work." I lit another one.

"Where do you work?"

"I work at this movie theatre that's been in town for as long as I can remember. When we were in middle school two friends and myself tried to sneak into an R rated movie there," I took a long hit, "Those were the fucking days."

"I'm a businessman with a new love for politics."

"Sounds pretty boring and pretty typical of a white straight male."

He grinned from ear to ear and stepped a little closer.

"I never said I was straight. That sounds like a pretty typical accusation thrown around by a young straight misfit." He was staring down at me now. His green eyes locking me in and not allowing me to look away.

"I never said I was straight." I whispered.

The next few seconds were a blur. I remember him leaning down to meet my lips and I remember closing my eyes, but i don't remember wrapping my arms around his neck and having our hips thrust together. His rough hands found their way up the back of my shirt and were clawing desperately at my skin. It was as if he couldn't get close enough to me. I felt the same yearning though. My arms kept getting tighter and tighter around the nape of his neck as his tongue explored my mouth.

"Donald…" I moaned. Hearing this sent him off the deep end and he grabbed me by my waist and slammed me against the wall. Donald aggressively bit my neck as my legs wrapped around him.

"We should head back to my place." He purred as he nibbled on my earlobe.

"That sounds incredible Donald."

He placed me on the ground and kissed me softly on the lips.

I lit a cigarette for us to share as he grabbed my hand and we walked to his car.

As I slid into the passenger seat he stood outside my door waiting for me to buckle in.

"Now," He smirked, "have you ever heard of road head?"