A crappy crack fic - GBroxNick

The man sighed as he lay in bed awake. Mornings were such a pain, he was so used to getting up so much earlier and now he had so much time he was meant to lay and sleep for, he found it impossible to sleep that long. But he couldn't get up and disturb his wife, so he lay there feeling sad. He rolled onto his right side, sighing again as he faced his partner. He'd changed position about 10 or 15 times now, he knew he should try and get back to sleep, but he'd been trying that for more than a month. He brushed his fingers across his left cheek as he remembered something he should forget. He remembered it well, and he remembered what had led to it even better. He remembered his initial denial, and how much he'd hated himself when he ceased to deny it. And he remembered how awful he felt when he knew Clegg's mind was made up. His heart sank when he thought of these things and he quickly rolled onto his other side and wrapped his arms around himself. He let his mind wander off to the events he'd been reliving every morning since his resignation.
He'd given up on trying to deny his feelings by the time of the first T.V. Debate, and it was hell to stand on the left of this man and state his approval and agreement of all he said only to be ignored and in one or two cases cause him to snigger a little. The debate was pointless for him, nobody would want Labour in power for any longer. "Why did I even bother?" He grumbled to himself not too long after he finished shaking hands with the audience. He listened to himself over and over again in his head, and felt rage at how obvious he had let himself be. "I agree with Nick" and "I agree with Nick and I think Nick agrees with me too" and "I'm sure Nick will agree with me..." and "I agree with Nick" again. The same things over and over. How could he have been so stupid? Everybody would work it out if he did things like that, or so he thought anyway. He rested his elbow on his knee and held his head in his hand in the locked cubicle, closing his eyes with a sigh as images of Nick Clegg flooded his mind. The man was so beautiful, so handsome, so perfect in every way. Well, he thought so. Gordon had never done this before. But he soon found himself unbuckling his belt and slipping his hand underneath the fabric of his trousers and briefs as Nick invaded his head. This became a common occurrence for him.
It infuriated Gordon to hear of him having talks with the Tories. But as he tightened his deep red tie in front of his mirror, he smiled a little as he thought of the appointment he had with Clegg that evening. He knew nothing would ever happen between them, and he honestly didn't really think the negotiations between them would come to anything. But he would be there if those Nick had with the "fucking Tories", as Gordon put them, came to nothing. "A shoulder to cry on, if you will" He mumbled to himself with a small snort of amusement. And even while he thought these things, he found himself eagerly awaiting the evening and his meeting with Clegg, often failing to hear things or notice someone's arrival throughout the day for thinking of how the meeting between them could go, imagining impossible scenarios like some obsessed school girl. He frequently had to ask for things to be repeated, sometimes several times before finally replying to a comment or question. He couldn't wait for the evening, but he also dreaded it's arrival and worried about what actually would happen. Surprisingly enough though, he found his hope overwhelming his doubts and fears.
The evening came after a long day of boring talks with his own party, and talks with the people, and talks with Nick's party, even his short tea-and-sandwich-filled lunch seemed to drag on for hours and hours and hours. At last, he was to meet with Nick. The sun began to dip romantically below the horizon leaving shades of orange, red and yellow onto the sky. He chuckled quietly to himself, finding a sad humour in this, a romantic evening with the sky full of a mix of his and Clegg's party colours as he waited to speak with him, the man he had undeniably fallen for. Who would have thought that sad little Gordon Brown would have fallen for Nick Clegg, the beautiful young leader of the Liberal Democrats, and a man at that. With a short sigh, Gordon grumbled something about Clegg being late, before checking his watch and realising it was he who was early. He leant his head back and sighed again, this time a long and loud sigh full of sadness, and closed his eyes to think a little. He intended on thinking of politics and the good of the country and all of that, but...he struggled to stop his mind wandering off-topic, but gave in and allowed thoughts of Nick to flood his mind again. He dreamt up a fantasy, Nick was bending down to cup his face with one hand, gazing into the fittingly coloured eyes of the Labour leader as if both were real, looking past the man on the outside and deep into his soul, softly whispering sweet words into his ear and placing gentle kisses upon his face,  allowing the man to smell the sweet scent of his hair as he slipped his hands underneath his jacket and let it drop to the floor slowly, long slim fingers working expertly on removing his tie as he was kissed passionately by their owner –
"Gordon?" Oh crap.
"Nick, hello. Um, I didn't, um, I didn't notice you arrive."
"I can tell." A quiet snigger. "That was the third or fourth attempt at getting your attention."
"Oh, um, sorry, sorry." He looked down at his shoes and held his forehead in his palm for a moment, gasping quietly as he tried to get a grip on what he was meant to be discussing.
"Gordon" A hand fell onto his arm. Brown looked up, surprised, into Nick's face. "You're not in any state to be discussing this, are you?" Gordon's cheeks flushed pink and red, he dipped his head to hide it and shot his gaze backwards to look over his shoulder in embarrassment. He wouldn't normally be like this, but Clegg had caught him fantasising about him, and being so close to him in this environment, was...His heart beat ridiculously fast and his breathing was erratic and unsteady. He wasn't doing very well at hiding his feelings, standing across from Nick Clegg, the beautiful man who was clad in suit trousers, shirt and tie, holding his jacket over his shoulder with one hand when the other was on Gordon's arm, the gentle breeze ruffling his gingery brown hair and moving his golden tie, a tie which looked so soft and silky Brown was tempted to reach out and touch it, to hold it in his hands and stroke it (A/N: I want to too! His tie looks so silkyyy) but more than wanting to touch his tie, Gordon wanted to touch the man himself. But he knew this wasn't to be.
"I've seen the way you look at me, Gordon. It's no secret to me."
"Uh, What are you, um, oh god..."SHIT.
"It's ok, it's just...I love someone else." Of course, Miriam, he knew that. "I'll let you in on a little secret."
"What?"Gordon looked up, his eyes searching Nick's face for a sign of what he was about to say, eventually resting his gaze on his eyes. Beautiful grey-blue eyes filled with hope. Gordon loved his eyes.
"I don't mean Miriam" Clegg paused. "..That's why I'm going to reject your offer. I'm, I'm very sorry."
"Oh, well, can't be helped, I guess...Nick" His head sank as he spoke, but he lifted it again at "Nick"
"I'm very sorry, Gordon.  But, David and I...It would be cruel to discard his offer, we wouldn't be able to see each other alone anymore, and he would feel I had cheated on him in some way, I would be fighting against him so much more often, we have been together for two years now. I couldn't do this to him."
"How do you know I'm not going to tell my party?"Gordon managed to speak, his heart in pieces.
"I know you wouldn't, Gordon, because you love me." He held his chin and stroked a thumb over Gordon's cheek with a small, sad smile. Gordon loved this touch.
"That's, that's true. Yes." He let out a short statement that made little sense in reply to Nick's last one. And what Nick did next confused him a great deal. Leaning down swiftly, Nick planted a small kiss upon Gordon's cheek, a cheek which burned bright red as lips met skin, and Gordon tilted his head back and slightly to the left which made the contact last a little longer than it otherwise would have. Rising back to his full height, Nick wore a small, kind smile which Gordon loved.
"...That was out of pity, wasn't it?" Gordon asked quietly, looking down at Nick's shoes.
"...Yes, it was." It was better just to tell him this than to lie.
"Ok." He looked up into Nick's eyes, smiling a small and sad smile, one full of love for the man in front of him. "I wish you and David the best of luck." He meant every word.
"Thank you very much. Again I'm very, very sorry. I should be leaving now..." He meant every word too.
"Goodbye, Nick. Have a nice evening." He felt sad, his heart aching as he looked into those eyes.
"Goodbye, Gordon. You too." And with that he left Gordon, leaving him feeling sad and full of love.

He resigned the next day.