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"It's midnight, where the hell were you?!" Obama rushes to the door, a mix of anger and worry plastered on his face. Dwayne grabs Obama's hands and cups them between his, trying to reassure him.
"I was caught up in work on set, I'm so sorry, honey." He lets go of Obama's hands briefly, taking off his shoes and hanging his jacket up. Dwayne sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"I know you get scared of me cheating on you, considering how many people are pining for me. I'm not cheating on you, Obama. I love you too much to." He cups Obama's cheek and gently presses his lips against his.
Obama wraps his arms around Dwayne's neck, the slight frown turning into a smile.
"Let me take care of you. It's probably been a long day on set."
Obama leaves Dwayne alone in the corridor, heading to the kitchen to make banana chocolate chip pancakes. He knows it's his husband's favourite food.
Dwayne turns to his phone, a message preplanned out in his mind. He swipes through his apps and opens the Messages app. Tapping on Boris' contact, he begins to type.
My one love, Boris. I love you dearly, and I wish to spend the rest of my life with you. But, I cannot. I have other priorities, other endeavours to experience. I admire your strength as a Prime Minister, but, I am not strong enough for you. I'm staying with Obama, unless you can give me a reason not to. Yours, Dwayne.
Locking his phone, he throws it to the side and heads into the kitchen. Dwayne wraps his arms around Obama's neck whilst he cooks the pancakes, pressing a kiss to his head.
"Hey, what are you doing? You should go upstairs and get ready to have a nice, warm bath. I'll bring the food to you, and we can relax in a bath full of bubbles." Obama softly swats Dwayne away, unknowing that his husband was cheating on him with the British Prime Minister.
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Dwayne sits down in the bath tub, the warm water washing away the sins of what he had done with Boris. The memories flash before him - silky sheets, clothes strung across the floor, kissing him- no. He couldn't think about the past, only the future. His affair didn't have to affect his relationship, surely.
"Are you cheating on me, Dwayne? I want you to be honest, are you cheating?" Obama opens the door, Dwayne's phone in his hand.
"No, what would make you say that? I love you and I wouldn't want to hurt you in anyway!" Panic could be heard in his voice.
Tears began streaming down Obama's cheeks. He knew it was a lie, and the thought of what Dwayne could've done with Boris sickened him. He couldn't hide this anymore, not after the messages he saw.
"Are you fucking Boris Johnson, the British PM? Are you?! Because, I'm tired of lies. I'm tired of fake promises. I left Michelle for you, I left my kids for you! And this is what you do. Fucking disgusting. Get out of my house." He throws Dwayne's phone onto the floor, smashing it into millions of pieces.
Dwayne pulls the plug from the tub and gets out, grabbing all his clothes and putting them on. Obama storms out and heads to the bedroom, pulling all of Dwayne's clothes into his suitcase.
It was over between the two of them, and now, Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson was homeless and divorced three times. Also, he did not even have visitation rights to his own kids, or someone to wake up to in the morning anymore.