As the night drew closer and the two finished their meal, they moved into a relaxed living room with a 60 inch television and a more than impressive sofa.
Darren sat on the left corner of the sofa, eyes darting around the room like an excited puppy, eventually settling a nervous gaze on to the President. The older man took a seat next to him after requesting some privacy. Their thighs touching.
Darren's heart was racing at the contact. He could feel his palms sweating. Was it getting hot in there or was it just Barack? He sat uncomfortably, willing the throbbing in his pants to cease. But it didn't.
The boy cleared his throat, hoping Barack didn't notice him staring with lustful eyes. Hoping the man couldn't hear his heart, pounding fast and hard, in his well toned chest. He was sure it was going to leap out at any minute.
'Um.. So, will Michelle be joining us?' Darren fumbled. He couldn't bring himself to identify her as his wife. The mere thought of another person being so close, so intimate with that man burned his blood.
'No..' he started, shifting closer to Darren, their eyes locking 'she and the girls are on vacation in Hawaii.' Their gaze was more tense now, more needing, Darren's eyes pleaded for more. His mind was willing Barack to just close that small gap between the two. For him to just lean in and press those voluptuous lips against his own. He just wanted to, no needed to, taste. To feel. Unfortunately the other man refused to respond to Darren's attempt at telepathy.
Barack's voice had adopted a much raspier tone. Something Darren had never heard before just now. His only response was to swallow - hard. He couldn't help it, that voice rattled through his every limb. And i mean every limb. His eyes could not move from their place, they were glued on Barack. He could feel his cheeks flush red.
The man was so close. Their warm breathe lingering on each other's face, making Darren writhe in the pain he was receiving just south of the equator. Barack placed a gentle hand on Darren's thigh.
Darren needed more. He needed Barack. Nothing else mattered. No one else mattered. All he had to do was move in, just two inches and he and Barack would become one.
And he did just that. He leaned in nervously but with determination evident in his eyes. The boy crushed his lips against Barack's with a vicious need. He could taste the coffee from earlier and it only made him want more.
Darren's experienced tongue traced across the other man's smooth lips asking for entry. To his surprise Barack's lips parted and let his tongue slytherin. The two sat their, eyes squeezed shut with their tongues battling for dominance. Barack's hand left Darren's thigh and traced up along the young body, searching his back and rifled through the boy's tamed locks.
Neither noticed the door open behind them until a young woman, clutching a silver tray of tea and biscuits, gasped as if she had just caught them with their hand in the proverbial cookie jar.