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The Question period was going well so far, Trudeau and Pierre's bickering getting more intense by the second. At this point they aren't even that on topic, insults were just flying out of their mouths left, right, and center.
"The only thing the Carbon Tax is good for is making you money, for the amount Trudeau and his gang of Liberals are making, it is shocking to me and EVERY other person I've met with some kind of brain-- that our country is billions of dollars in debt! Where did that money even go?!" He took a breath before adding on. "Straight to their pockets that's where!"
Pierre shouts, addressing the House speaker while occasionally glaring at his opposition, Trudeau didn't even spare him a glance, which only added fuel to the fire inside him.
"For the amount your party borrowed and makes, I am surprised housing and most other intangible and tangible items keep skyrocketing in price! What is Trudeau doing wrong?? More like what ISNT he doing wrong!" He continues, almost out for breath at the effort to be heard over his supporters cheers. "Settle down! Settle down!" The house speaker shouted, standing up and waving his arms to get their attention.
"The Honorable Prime Minister Trudeau has the floor" They say as they sit back down in their seat, looking over to the other man. Trudeau stands in his seat and starts speaking. "The taxes we implement is all for a purpose, we have healthcare, we opened daycares, we are trying to lower food price,, CLIMATE CHANGE! The carbon tax is supposed to get less people to emit carbon and influence them to get more ethical sources of energy!" Trudeau shouts, causing the Liberals to cheer.
Honestly, Pierre is barely paying attention that this point, his gaze remains on the Prime Minister arguing against him, the passion for "his" country was strong, each word he spoke the more passionate he became. Pierre felt the sweat start to accumulate on his forehead, as Trudeau's occasional gaze burned more and more holes through him. Not a single word of what he's saying made it into Pierre's head, it went in one ear and out the other. He wished something else would do that to to another part of him...
He starts to zone out a bit, his chin resting on his first in a somewhat professional manner as he remained locked onto Trudeau. Oh how he loathed that man, ruining this country, ruining his thoughts with those...
He has some good points and plans, though Poilievre would never admit it aloud to anyone.
His blood boiled every time the man grinned into the camera, it was like his signature, yet somehow he kept a cool head through most of their debates and that alone pissed the conservative leader off. When he does manage to get under his skin, its almost like a reward, a prize he can relish in knowing he made the hippie Prime Minister stoop down to his level.
The feeling that gave him was indescribable, a jolt of electricity would travel through his body. He would crack a smile and laugh, but sometimes he wished Trudeau was laughing with him.
"The Honorable opposition." The house speaker said aloud, snapping Pierre out of his trance, and making him stand up immediately from his seat. He stumbles over his words for only a moment before speaking loud and clear.
Justin watched him closely as the electricity in the air intensified and they continued the debate. Pierre wore a satisfied yet tight grin as Justin just smiled politely to the camera.
They were brought into a recess, giving them time to cool off until the next round of insults.
Pierre pushed through the crowd, berated by insults and questions. He can barely make it to the doors. When he finally makes it into his office and slams the door. He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. His hand wipes down his face, Trudeau really pisses him off, something about that man in general- people at one point even joked that his looks got him where he was!
Sure he was handsome, even the leader of the Conservatives knew that, he never would say it to anyone though. His face was beautiful, his jaw line was sharp yet his eyes were so soft. Whenever his lips curved into a sweet smile, Pierre's heart couldn't help but jump a beat. His suit always tailored to his every curve, and god he couldn't stop thinking about his smile, every time he flashes his signature smile paired with the fiery look he gives Pierre during their debates. His lips were just— O~Okay. Getting carried away now, the point is, Poilievre feels a lot about Trudeau, but he feels most strongly that he worked harder than him to get where he is today.
He walks behind his desk and sits onto his mediocre chair. For being a government building, the chairs weren't too bad.
Pierre was reorganizing his files when he heard a knock on his door. "Come in!" He shouted, trying to have a hint of respect but clearly not making an effort in masking his aggravation and annoyance.
He heard the doors be pushed open and closed, he still remains focused on the task at hand. Clean proper shoes clack against the polished floor, making Pierre finally look up.
The person approaching him was none other than Trudeau, of course in one of his tailored suits. His body language remained neutral, other than how noticeably tight wound his shoulders were, and his usually calm demeanor dampened by a general annoyance.
"What do you want, Trudeau?" He hissed, looking dead into his eyes. "No need to be so snappy, Pierre, we aren't on the floor yet." He responded rapidly, sneering at the other slightly.
Pierre looked him up and down suspiciously, he wasn't sure why he was here, and didn't like how isolated the two of them were at the moment.
"I just came to talk about.." A pause that lasted a only second, "Something." He announced, that caught the Conservatives' attention real quick. He cocked an eyebrow and gestured for Justin to continue.
"I.. Dont think your policies are that bad." He said with a straight face, albeit rubbing the back of his head slightly. At the words Pierre gained a wolf-ish grin. "Oh? Do tell me more." He said with a somewhat teasing tone as he leaned forward with interest in his chair.
Justin takes slow steps forwards towards Pierre's desk while talking. "Though some things you do say are rather ridiculous, there are some good points in a few of your debates. Not only that, but you also have the personality and face for television." Justin stated as if it were an obvious observation.
Pierre's face flushed slightly, glancing away from the approaching man out of surprise, and when he turns back to him he's already towering over him.
God, he's never realized their height difference until now, he's so used to them standing across from each other on the floor... but now he's just, so much taller.
He cleared his throat and sat up straighter, re-gaining his momentarily lost composure. "Is that all?" He asked with feigned politeness, his eye twitches, and a blush still dusted over his features.
Justin interrupted him suddenly leaned down over the other mans desk, face to face. Their breaths mixing together at the proximity.
"I saw the way you were looking at me earlier."
He stated matter-of-factly, keeping his tone hushed. Or maybe it was the ringing in his ears that caused the muffling of his voice.
Pierre sat dumbfounded, his mouth opening and closing as if he was going to make an excuse. The only thing that came out was a quiet, pathetic noise. He again, tried to regain his poker face and began to speak again, he clears his throat and backs away from Trudeaus face. Though a little hesitation was not unnoticed by the Liberal.
"I don't know what you are talking about." He huffs, crossing his arms and staring right onto the others eyes. Trudeau cracked a grin, and walked around his desk, looming over Pierre even more. Pierre spun his shitty swivel chair so his body is facing the other person.
"You're pretty when you are flustered." Justin said bashfully, giving his signature sickly sweet smile. Pierre's eyes widened at the forwardness, his face reddening by the second. "You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid" He snidely commented, rolling his eyes sarcastically.
"And so what if I do." Justin mumbled, glancing away for a moment, before being yanked back to reality, literally, since Pierre grabbed the base of his tie and yanked him down so they're eye to eye yet again, Trudeaus arms on both armrests, causing the other to be trapped as well. "Tell me I'm pretty first." he said with a hint if authority in his voice, looking at Justin's lips, before going back to his eyes.
Now it was the Liberals turn to be flustered, as his face becomes beet red. He glances away again for a second, before looking back into the others eyes. "Ha- Your not getting that out of me, not today." He stated hastily, his voice tainted by slight embarrassment.
Pierre jerked the tie in his hand only once, but the tug around his neck made Justins already chipping resolve crack.
He caved almost immediately.
"..You're pretty." He mumbled, looking town at his tie before looking back up into Pierre's eyes.
"Well what's pretty ABOUT me?" He yelled, raising an eyebrow as if to say 'go on'. Justin stuttered for a moment, not expecting the shorter mans forwardness. "uh- how your suit flatters your shapely figure?" He says hesitantly, unsure of what else to say.
There was a beat or two of silence, before Pierre revealed a sly smirk. "Okay slut, kiss me."
And suddenly their mouths were connected, neither of them knowing who started it, and neither one wanted to stop it either. They both groaned into each others mouths, their tongues slipping into each other, it was open and messy, they pulled back for a moment to catch their breathes, and to take in the sight of each other dazed over one little kiss. Pierres hands clenching Justins tie tightly as to not let him get away (as if he'd want to) before they knew it they were right on each other again.
Trudeau's tongue licked at the others lips, pushing between to try get into his mouth. Pierre gladly obliged, allowing the slick muscle to penetrate his mouth and explore every crevasse.
Their lips parted again, Pierre whined at the loss of contact as Justin kept his little grin on his face. The liberal leader leaned forwards again, this time not for a kiss, but to the crease of Pierres neck. He jumped out of surprise but quickly got into it when he felt Justins teeth rake across his soft skin, which left red marks in its wake. Pierre threw his head backwards, as Trudeau licked along his neck, making him shudder at the feeling of his 'enemy' defiling him in this way.
Thousands of thoughts raced through his head, each getting dirtier then the last.
One of Trudeaus hands rose up to loosen the others tie while his lips remained locked onto the mans flesh. And with a few quick twists of his nimble fingers the first two buttons on his button up shirt were open, which granted him more access to the Conservative leaders body.
His mouth immediately went to the others collarbone, nibbling lightly as Pierre let out breathy sighs.
Justin removed his mouth from him for a split second, Pierre whimpered at the short break of contact. The liberal lifted one of his legs, so one of his knees were pressed into the chair while simultaneously pressing into Pierres outer thigh. "Hmg- What are you doing..?" He asked timidly as Trudeau repeated the action with his other leg, now hovering over the opposition.
"Just getting comfortable hun." He replied casually as he scooted closer and gripped both of his shoulders for support. Pierre cocked an eyebrow and opened his mouth to try get a better answer, when he felt Justins full weight on his lap.
He exhaled sharply as he felt the taller man press onto the boner in his dress pants. He knew the man felt it at the way his grin stretched slightly wider.
Justin slid his hands across his shoulders, up his neck, and cupped his face at his cheeks and behind his ears. One of his thumbs rubbed the others cheek lightly, making him tremble ever so slightly, before leaning in, fluttering his lashes before closing his eyes and kissing Pierres cracked (yet surprisingly soft) lips passionately.
Their lips molded together, fitting perfectly to each other like the last missing piece of a large and complicated puzzle. Trudeau began to slowly pull back from Pierres magnetic touch, the conservative man leaning forward to try chase the feeling of his oppositions velvet lips and addicting taste.
They sat in silence for a moment, the rise and fall of their chests slowing once more and they gazed into each others eyes. Their gazes were a mix of clouded lust and a dash of envy.
Justin rolled his hips onto the other man, barely rocking in place, but the small and sudden movement sent a jolt of electricity throughout Pierres body. His free hand, which was still a little hesitant to touch the other, flew onto his hips, his fingernails digging into the pristine, ironed suit, wrinkling it.
Pierre let out a desperate keening sound at the feeling of the Liberal on top of him. His mind and heart racing yet every remark he conjured up was lost on the tongue.
Pierre, though still thoroughly dazed from the pleasure of having this beautiful man all over him, remembered that he was still clenching the silk tie in his hand. The corner of his mouth quirked up as he yanked Justin to his face, and not so smoothly connected their moist lips yet again.
Justin moaned, surprised by Pierres sudden outburst, yet still groaned hungerly as their mouths opened in sync against each other, their tongues twisting against each other as they swallowed the others spit as if it were their only source of water.
Justin soon moved on from his mouth, kissing a path back down Pierres jaw, leading to his exposed neck. The liberal lingered there for a moment, licking and kissing the sensitive flesh. He bit down lightly under the others ear, sucking gently until a light red mark appeared.
The conservative leader let out a weak whine, his legs quivering as Trudeau trailed more kisses along his neck.
Justin pulled a bit more of Pierres shirt back, and sunk his teeth into the untouched collarbone, forcing him to clench his jaw as he holds back a scream of ecstasy, despite his efforts, a yelp made its way out of his mouth, and Justin just grinned and tightened his jaw. He pressed himself fully onto him, the smell of his cheap cologne harassing his nose as he got as close as possible. The hand on Justins tie now tangled in his hair instead, pulling him closer in hopes of inflicting more damage.
He began to draw blood, Pierre squirmed as the metallic liquid coated the liberals tastebuds as he finally pulls back enough to lap up the wound with his mouth. Pierre's grip on the other tightened even harder, his knuckles turning white as he could only whimper at the sting of the bite mark.
Justin lifts his head onto Pierres shoulder, nuzzling into his neck, and breathing into his ear. "You taste amazing, mon cher" He murmured. Pierres face darkened with want and need he's never felt before, his hips bucking up instinctively.
Feeling how needy the other man was getting, Trudeau ground his ass down, their arousal pressing onto each other. Pierre whines when Justin groans into his ear, his hips having a mind of their own as he chases the sweet friction of the other mans gorgeous body.
Justin felt the obvious arousal beneath him, and gained more confidence at the feeling. Pierre looked away from the man, suddenly feeling embarrassed over the whole situation.
Justin sat up straight, sliding backwards on the others thighs and sank down into the floor. Pierre gave a confused look, his flushed face contorting into something more nervous at the way the Liberal was looking at him, a deep hunger and lust written all over his face.
Justin raised his hands to the others knees, pushing his legs open with ease.
The conservative didn't even try to resist.
He leaned forwards on his knees, his hands traveling up the other thighs before reaching his hips. His fingers dipped beneath the professionals shirt, hands feeling the others soft body. Pierre whimpered at the cold hands on his warm body, shivering slightly at the contact.
Justin pulled the man closer as he scooted back, hiding partially under the enclosed desk. The swivel chair Pierre was sitting on following the pull, until Justin's head was between his legs, arms resting on his plush thighs as his hands massaged the others sides. Pierre let out a content, yet shaky sigh, his wound up body melting under the other mans touch.
Justin's right hand smoothed down his thigh until it ghosted over the tented fabric. The man was so hard he felt the heat radiating off of him through layers of professional clothing.
Suddenly, Justin's hand presses down onto him, gripping the other man through his pants. Pierre whimpered, his shins wrapping around the other man and squeezing his sides, trying to ground himself and stay quiet. Trudeau reveled at the sight and feeling of the other unraveling in his grip. He tightened his hold on the bulge, before letting up, then tightening again.
Pierre's face contorted with pleasure, his brows knit together as his palms started getting sweaty. His once slicked back and perfectly done hair now has a few hairs askew.
Justin's hands moved down to the buckle of the other mans belt undoing it with ease as the conservative watches him. His lips suddenly dry.
He unbuttons his pants, unzipping his fly so that Pierres heart patterned undies are revealed, the fabric a few shades darker from his leaking arousal. "W-What are you planning, Justin?" Pierre questioned, breaking the long stretch of silence (not including their breathy sounds and other unmentionable noises) he was trying to sound stern, but his words came out shaky and needier then he meant too.
"Just sit there and look pretty for me, sweetheart.." Again with the nicknames, Pierre let out a shutter, the way he uses his words makes him feel things he didn't know he could feel. Justin stabilized the mans hip with one hand while the other combed through his pubes, teasing him.
If Pierres breathing was stable before, it definitely wasn't now. He was so close to having skin to skin contact, it is almost dizzying.
Finally, Justin dipped his hand into the others boxers, and pulled out his achingly hard erection. It was almost embarrassing how hard he was, if he didn't have the perfect view of the Liberals dick straining against his dress pants, the outline is so tight that he would believe Justin if he said he was going commando.
The heat of the opposition in the palm of his hand should not be this attractive, its one of the most wrong things he could do at his level, yet the feeling was so right.
Pierre wasn't anything special, his size was average, a solid 6 inches when fully aroused.
A bead of pre-cum dribbled down the shaft of his cock, he shivered for a moment at cool air hitting his hot skin. Justin eyed the translucent liquid, licking his lips while fighting back the urge to swallow Pierre whole right then and there, uncaring of what anyone would hear.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "Shhit.." Pierre swore under his breath as he remembered that this was only a recess, and that they only had 45 minutes to begin with. Which means they both will have to go back out onto the floor and debate in the next 15 - 20 minutes.