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"Hello?"
Alex's apartment was dark, light-cancelling blinds that Washington bought him cloaking the room in a thick dimness, masking the bright edges of his anger, of his trepidation.
"Hey John."
"Hey Alex! What's up?" the line staticked over just a bit, connection still a bit weak through the brick of the dorm rooms John was no doubt staying in. Through the shit quality of the call he heard a gasp of excitement, his name being called from across the room John was in.
"Lafayette, get off of me holy shit," the microphone knocked around a bit, John's voice being replaced by Lafayette's.
"Alexander! I was just about to call you, you're going to... how do- oh- bust it when you hear this," a shrill laugh drowned out the last of the words Lafayette spit out, Alex's mood lifting the tiniest bit at what he hoped was a joke.
"How do you even fuck up that bad, Lafayette? Do you know what that means?" There was a knowing laugh. Their French friend always pulled this, retreating into his masquerade of foreignness for laughs or to dodge heavier topics.
"Anyways, Alex- Alex are you there?"
"Yeah I'm here," he said, blinking his eyes hard enough that they blurred a bit when he stopped, moved absently around the room.
"Good! Okay, so, John shut up, guess what! Just kidding don't, I'll tell you. The three of us- Hercules, John and me are getting an apartment! With plenty of room. Which means you can move back to New York!"
It shouldn't have been a surprise, it was something the four of them had talked about since freshman year. It wasn't unusual for juniors and seniors to seek outside residence if they could afford it, Alex had always been scared of the fact that he'd have to bust his ass to pay his keep but the others were dead set on helping him out. But the idea still sat heavy, weighed more than he thought it would.
And embarrassingly enough, it was the tiniest bit of apprehension, the smallest amount of extra something to deliberate on his plate that evening that sent him to tears. The silence had lasted a bit too long.
"Alex?" It was John's voice now. He sucked in a shaky breath, lungs uncomfortably stretching the tension that had made a home in his body that day.
"Yeah?" He closed his eyes, pressed his eyebrows down in defeat at how pathetic he sounded.
"Alex, is everything okay? Did something happen?"
"Somebody found out about me and Washington," Alex gulped, mouth going dry halfway through his answer, "a while back. Back at Thanksgiving. He knew the whole time."
"How bad is it?"
Alex had kept John posted on just about everything, John already knew of Jefferson, of the promotion situation, of Washington's hopes for running.
"Jefferson knows."
"Shit. Well what has Washington said about it?"
He sniffed down a shake, didn't let himself sob like his lungs, like his heart so badly wanted him to. Alex was used to pissing people off, but never betrayal. He didn't like feeling in trouble, sure, but this was more. This was the chill of winter that seized him even in the muggy Virginia May, the icy prickle and the dull ache that pulled his soul down with the idea of his body, of his love, being so costly.
"I don't know. I found out today and booked it John." There was nothing indicative of his disappointment over the line, no reaction to it, no motion to make a suggestion. "I don't- I can't. John I can't face him I can't handle-"
"Alex, breathe."
The exasperated sigh turned into a centering breath through his nose.
"Why does it feel like every time you call me I give you the same advice? You're gonna have to talk to him."
"He's not gonna wanna speak to me after this, John, I cost him his shot at school board he's gonna hate me. He probably already does I'm just some cheap slut who cost him his career."
"Alex don't say- first of all don't call yourself a slut, second of all you don't even know what happened in there. Please just talk to him. Even if it turned out bad. Because if it did you need to apologize, you can't run from that."
Alex shut right up, shame washing hot over him at the realization that, yeah, he'd been planning on avoiding an apology. Planning on running from everything.
"Okay, I'm moving back up to New York."
"Oh no you don't. I'm hanging up, call Washington."
"Wait what the fuck? You called to get me to move back and now you-" the line dropped silent, two beeps signaling he'd been hung up on.
And then it was back into panicked anger. Anger at Burr for fucking up the last good thing he had. Anger at John for not letting him just come back, pretend the state of Virginia never happened to him, pretend Washington didn't exist. He pretended he wasn't shaking, flipped on his tv, tried to hone all of his focus onto the news.
Blue and red light bathed the setting on the current segment, the anchor told of a shooting that had taken place the night before in the D.C. area, neighborhood uncomfortably close to where many of the White House staff resided. He was fully absorbed in the tearful testimony a woman gave to the camera when a knock on the door nearly scared him out of his skin. He whipped to face the door but didn't move to get it. Two more knocks.
"Alexander, please let me inside."
Of course it was Washington.
"Alex, please, I'm not upset, just let me talk to you."
"No, you have every right to be angry just- just hold on," Alex rose, padded heavily to the door. The knob turned with a metallic grate, inner mechanisms ticking as he opened the door a crack.
Washington was still dressed like he was earlier in the day, he most likely came straight here, and his hands were at his sides. He seemed relaxed, soft, but concerned.
"Hi," Alex peeped out through the little gap.
"May I come inside?"
"I- yeah," Alex let go of the door, backed up to let George in. His heart fluttered a bit, still mesmerized by the thought of him in his apartment, still caught on the softness he exuded, the impossible gentleness he could adopt when he wanted. He shut the door behind himself, stood to be a healthy distance away from Alex in his kitchen.
"Firstly- Alex look at me." Alex snapped his head up, looked him dead in the eye, will submissive. "You're not in trouble. Not with me, not with anyone. You should never be afraid of me, Alex. I would never do anything to hurt you."
"But sir I cost you y-"
"Let me finish." Cold shame flooded into him at being reprimanded so gently.
"I got the promotion."
"What?"
"Jefferson sprung our relationship in the meeting, wouldn't tell how he found out but made a big deal about how unscrupulous I am and how I'm not to be trusted."
"So how?"
"Adams cut him off halfway, said he had no room to talk. Apparently he's had something swept under the rug before. It came down to numbers, seniority, leadership. And since you're leaving anyway to go to school, there's absolutely nothing wrong with us being together."
Hot relief took the place of the knots in his stomach, washed through him, inflated his posture. A smile split Alex's face, tears shining just a bit in his eyes. And Washington looked at him like he looked like stars, like he'd been seeing him for the first time, falling in love for the first time.
Six months later Alex found himself in the principal's office- Washington's office- right as school let out. He chewed on his lip through a smile as George delivered the afternoon announcements, large hands drumming on the desk far enough that the microphone wouldn't pick up. Alex closed the door behind him, just barely keeping his bag from getting caught and he winked. George didn't miss a beat, eyes darkening at the mischief Alex had undoubtedly planned, but continued on with the bus changes. While he wrapped up, Alex turned around to face the wall, pretended to straighten a photo he had hanging but stuck out his ass in what he thought would be a humorous way, too cheesy to be taken seriously.
"Have a safe weekend students and staff."
But before he could straighten himself and turn around, those two hands that were previously tapping on the dark wood of his desk had taken hold of his hips, dragged him back until his ass was flush with George's crotch.
"Woah, okay," Alex laughed, surprised to find him hard in his pants.
"Been thinkin' about you all day, baby, I miss having you just a room away."
"As much as I agree, and as much as I'd give anything to, uh, help you out right now, there's still people in that office. Like you literally just dismissed the students," Alex reasoned, straightening his posture to lean back into George's chest, rested his head underneath his chin. A hum sent vibrations through his chest, into Alex's shoulders, resonance melting away what Alex had originally come to complain about. His new classes were sort of boring, much slower paced than Columbia- he had something specific that pissed him off but Washington just made him forget, always made him forget.
"You could hide under my desk," he offered.
"Holy shit," Alex barely got out before Washington pinched the skin on his hip, scolded him for his language, made him wince.
"Sure, yeah okay let's do that," and Alex was scrambling, Washington's desperation for this was quiet but ever present, Alex had learned to read him. It was rare that Washington would be waiting for him, for him to be needy when Alex wasn't there. He never begged for it, he usually just posed the situation so that it would be ludicrous for Alex turn him down.
Once Alex was crammed under his desk Washington made his way back over, sat back in his chair with his knees spread wide, a nice big pocket of space for Alex to settle into. Hesitantly, Alex raked his fingers along Washington's thighs, shiver prompting his own cock to twitch in interest. He felt Washington's foot shift beside him, likely his toes curling with the impatience he wouldn't voice. Thankfully, Alex couldn't see his face, he'd likely be rendered useless, knowledge that he'd been taking Washington apart fizzling out any coherence he'd have. Alex rested his head on one of his thighs, ran his hand along the other, rubbing his thumb closer and closer to the bulge in his trousers. Papers shuffled on the desk above him, George decidedly making himself appear busy- or sound busy- Alex assumed. When he finally flattened his palm against his crotch, Washington squeezed his knees together just a bit. Alex took this as a demand, replacing his hand with his face, burying his nose into his crotch as much as the space would permit him, George sinking down a bit to accommodate him. He pressed a gentle kiss to the fabric before moving his hands to undo his belt, mouthing lazily as he did so. The chime of metal on metal was intense in his ears, Alex flushed hot at the reality that someone could probably hear them outside, but he continued anyways, shoved the undone buckle to the side and unzipped George's pants. He'd been kissing wetly, teasingly at the cock in front of him through thin cotton boxers when a light tap hit the door a few times.
"George, we're all heading home for the weekend," she didn't bother coming inside. Abigail had stayed in her position even with Adams gone and she had proven just then that she was the fucking realest by staying on the other side of that door.
"Have a good one, Mrs. Adams," he replied, voice completely level.
"Good night Mr. Washington, Night Alexander."
Alex curled his fingers into the waist of his pants and boxers both, yanked them down as much as he could before Washington lifted up just enough for him to get them down just to the top of his thighs. Washington's cock, flushed and swollen, rested heavily on one thigh, Alex immediately licking a wet swath down to the base. When he got no reaction, he pushed a bit further, focused his attention on eagerly tonguing at the head of it, lapping at the precum that had gathered at the slit. He took it in his mouth with practiced ease, swirling his tongue at the tip before popping it into his cheek. He pushed down, settled until George's dick was at his throat to choke off the moan that bubbled up in him.
The smell of Washington's arousal, of the warm soap that he used that clung to him like perfume, was near overpowering, Alex pulling off before bobbing back down, hands braced on George's knees. They were probably alone in this corner of the school, their discretion was probably less necessary now that Abigail had fled, so Alex hummed around George in his mouth, tongue working hard at the bottom of his dick.
It was apparently a bad move, George snaked a hand down to push at Alex's chin, rolled his chair back a bit. Saliva dripped from Alexander's bottom lip, strung still between George's cock. His features were hard, disapproving.
"You're being quite bold down there, young man. Did I give you permission to make noise?"
Oh. Okay.
"No sir."
"Get up here," he said, stern. He was always commanding as a teacher, but the promotion to principal, the door that locks that only he had the key to, the command over a staff of his own, being the main disciplinary figure in the school was something else entirely. Arousal swam into his head, dizzying him as he struggled to get to his feet, knees just barely sore from the short time spent cooped under the desk. The second he thought he was sure of his footing he was maneuvered, Washington's hands spinning him around by his shoulders to face away from him. He leaned beside him a bit, grabbed the stack of papers he had there and tossed them, moved the cup of pencils he kept there, moved the plaque with his name on it out of the way- having it face inward instead, a visual reminder. Principal Washington. Two thick arms wrapped to palm at Alex's stomach through his shirt, Washington's warmth pressed fully against Alex's back.
"You've been bad, haven't you baby?"
"Yessir, I've- yes."
"Do you think I should discipline you for it?"
Alex panted, fully hard now in his pants as Washington rucked up his tee shirt, rubbed his hands gently over Alex's ribs.
"Yes, sir, please. Spank me, please please just bend me over and spank me and make me count them or whatever just do it, sir, please." Begging got him everywhere.
"Mmm," George hummed, pulling the shirt over Alex's head, taking his hair out of the elastic and burying his nose in the soft waves that cascaded to his shoulders. Since they had practically moved in together, Washington started buying him a new shampoo, loved smelling himself so strongly in Hamilton's hair, loved claiming him in such a domestic way. When he backed off a bit a wide hand pressed at Alex's shoulder, bent him over until his bare chest was flush with the desk.
A single finger hooked into the waist of his pants, tugged teasingly.
"Please, sir please I'm sorry, please," Alex breathed, not wanting to step out of line but desperately hard against the wood of the desk. He knew George was too far gone to spend too much time with this, knew he wouldn't have to be too patient, so he played by the rules. His pants were yanked off alongside his boxers, swollen dick pressed between his bare stomach and the cold desk eliciting a hiss from him. As much as he wanted to giggle, wanted to poke at George for how far gone he was, the unconscious roll of his hips just spurred Alex's own need.
"Ten. Is ten okay?"
Ten was enough to get the job done.
"Yes sir, ten is good, sir." His hands had just barely lost a little bit of callous since the promotion, but they were still just as strong, just as wide, just as warm as ever.
And the first strike scorched at his behind, more on his thigh than anything else, but the sting channeled directly into prickling arousal.
"One, sir, thank you," Alex started strong, voice level.
A single finger traced delicately down his spine, down his tailbone raising goosebumps until his whole hand grabbed his right ass cheek, fingernails just long enough to dig in the smallest bit before delivering another slap.
"Two, sir, thank you."
Like that George continued, gentle touches, light kisses, a hot wash of breath over his shoulders, brushing Alex's hair aside before hitting him again, each spank less controlled than the one before it.
"Eight, thank you," he fought to keep his voice level, Washington wasn't using all of his strength.
"Alex," his resolve crumbled a bit more as Alex arched, cock leaking and mouth gaping with the gasps he tried to silent. Washington bent to bury his nose in between his shoulder blades, breathing a frustrated sigh into the heat of Alex's back. Washington slid his cock into the cleft of Alex's ass, hissed in frustration at the dry stick of it, at how little he was getting. Alex was absolutely thrilled at how badly George needed it, at how poor his composure was.
"C'mon George, just two more. For the record," Alex joked, rolling his hips to slide further onto his length, tight pleasure swelling in his crotch. George huffed a little laugh, pulled his body away and gave two quick slaps, weak, before retreating to rifle through his bag. Alex, warmed up but perfectly willing to be patient, propped himself up on an elbow to watch Washington arm deep in his leather messenger bag.
"Nine and ten sir?"
"Nine and ten. Do you think you can handle no prep, baby girl?" The humor fell out, slipped through the fibers of the carpet, sank into the concrete of the foundation beneath them as a sudden flush scorched at him.
"God, okay yeah let's try that out. Oh my god."
Washington returned, small bottle of lube in his hand and heat radiating off of him, hips aligned with Alex's. The skin that had been slapped was hardly raw, the eight actual hits weren't that hard- he didn't mind. It could be about Washington today. He rolled his weight back a bit to prop himself up on his toes instead of letting his chest slump against the desk.
Fucking was a regular occurrence, Alex could handle just about anything Washington decided to throw in his direction. His head swam as a recollective sequence of how many times he'd been nailed by George swam through his head, how it was almost always in George's nicer apartment. But they'd never gone without at least a bit of preparation.
As George nudged the flushed head of his now slick cock Alex remembered why they'd never done it that way before.
"Wait, wait, actually no." Panic plucked sinuously deep in his gut, nothing hurting yet.
He didn't even get a response, just a pause, a click and then two slick fingers breaching the tightness of his ass. Alex knew how to relax, knew how to take it well. The stretch burned, hurt a bit more than it felt good for just a minute, drove Alex wild and blind with pleasure. It's exactly what he walked in the room for in the first place and he was seeing stars behind his eyelids at the way George rubbed soothing circles on his back while his other hand took him apart.
"Are you good, baby? Can I go?"
"Jesus, yes go da- sir please," Alex whined, heart constricting as he prayed George didn't notice the slip up.
"Did you almost call me... daddy?" He laughed it off, Alex did, too.
"Hey, I'm not the freak that keeps lube in my work bag."
The two fingers were removed, Alex drove his hips back in a futile attempt to chase them, but braced himself fully against the desk in buzzing anticipation for George's dick.
Except a few seconds turned into ten seconds that seem to stretch on for an eternity.
"George? What's wrong did I s-"
"Say it."
Alex stomach fluttered, his dick twitched underneath him as realization settled into him, filtered like silt through the gravel of his right mind until it hit the base level of want and need and hunger and he'd do absolutely anything to be stretched around George right now. He was being smug. He didn't sound any more aroused than he was before, he was probably playing into some weird humiliation thing, not letting him drop the mistake that he'd made.
But he didn't know what the idea was doing to Alex.
Or maybe it was the fact that there was a one hundred percent chance of him finally scoring his desk sex that he'd been staring at on his fucked up bucket list for years.
So at first it was a whisper.
"Daddy, please."
It got him a small groan, a noise of approval. But no movement.
"C'mon please daddy, fuck me into your desk, fuck me until I can't see or talk or hold back any of my noise, fuck me until I can only say your name."
George nearly recoiled at that, breathing out a tight sigh as he rubbed his length into the messy cleft of his ass, still slicked with the lube of his own fingers. He paused for a moment, maybe to consider adding more lubricant, but decided against it when Alex bounced his hips up.
"So good for me, baby," George grumbled as he finally, finally pushed in. He didn't hesitate, seated himself fully albeit giving Alex enough time to figure out how to loosen himself. He seated himself fully, ground his hips into Alex's, pinning him into the desk fully.
"God, daddy, you're so big," he was keeping his voice down, not trying to blow their relatively stable cover. Alex continued to babble like this, peppering daddy into his normal slew of encouragements. For George. Not for him. He tried to convince himself of that until he was grabbed by the hips with a bruising hold and George was absolutely plowing him and said something along the lines of-
"Just like that, baby girl, you look so good stretched around daddy, don't you?"
And that was when Alex was suddenly overwhelmed, overheated, his climax caught him off guard with how swiftly it came, how it was over before he could really even register it had started. He squeaked almost every time George thrusted into him, first orgasm proving to be insufficient because he felt the same familiar buildup, the same tightening warmth in his balls that only got hotter as he wormed his arm underneath him and moved to stroke himself, slick from the first short climax.
"Christ, baby, are you gonna come twice?" Washington's voice sounded ragged, he was edging close to his own climax.
"God, yes daddy, please I want- fuck- I want you to finish first, please come inside."
With that George's pace got a bit quicker and a bit shallower. Alex didn't notice how much either of them were sweating until George bottomed out with a shaky groan, mostly pinned back with tight lips, and he felt the contact of nude hips on his ass, sticky with their combined exhaustion.
He wasted little time in pulling out, tapped on Alex's side and told him to flip over.
"You've done well, baby girl, I think you deserve a reward."
"Anything for you, sir."
Alex had put all of his concentration into rolling over without knocking anything off the desk that he didn't notice Washington disappear. Rather, he didn't notice Washington lower himself to his knees.
He did notice the way he very gently pushed at the juncture of his legs and his ass, widening his stance to get a better angle to lower himself onto Alex's still hard cock. Reflexively, Alex lifted his legs a bit, spread himself back open to fully feel it, and then he definitely noticed when George pulled off and moved to tongue closer to his fucked hole, still dripping undoubtedly with George's own spend. A high whine bubbled through Alex's lungs as George pushed his tongue back into Alex. A wide hand, impossibly hot, circled around Alex's dick and he was gone almost instantly, second climax, full climax sending spasms down his back and stealing his breath. George stroked him through it, slowed down with him until Alex could finally pry his eyes back open. A few moments passed in relative silence, both of their breath evening out as George pushed himself back into a stand, fixed his pants and settled his gaze onto Alex's face, warm eyes fixating on Alex's own.
They held the stare for a while before they both split into laughter simultaneously- George's gentle huffing pleasure harmonizing with Alex's more goofy laugh, robbed of most of its normal enthusiasm by his tiredness.
"We shouldn't make a habit out of this," Washington smiled out, tapping on the plaque with his name engraved in its gold face.
"Yeah, you're right."
"I can always turn the guest bedroom into an office, though."
Alex curled his abdomen to sit up, laughed as George's lips caught his own in a kiss that was slow, warm slide in a post-coital haze.
Alex finally felt sure of himself, sure that everything was going to work out.
Everything was okay.