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[iniquiticity]

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Greenhousesssssss! Upon arriving at the stable, Alex decides he'd rather ride George than go on his daily ride with George.

alex had woken up from a very lewd dream he had had about his husband, but where george usually laid was already cold. he groans, and thought about taking himself, half-hard, in his hand - but. it was hardly as satisfying without his husband. he could hardly be far, after all. he tucked himself into his breeches with a sigh and went out looking for his missing general.

“i believe the general is waiting for you in the stables, sir,” lafayette said, appearing mystically behind him, once he had made it all the way to the main foyer, without success. he cast his eyes up and down alex’s body and grinned. “perhaps he will not indicate he disapproves of you riding dressed as if you fell asleep in the back of the tavern and then got thrown in prison overnight.”

“well, where are my clothes, then?” alex retorted, feeling a seed of irritation compounding his failure to find his husband to satisfy him. “is that not your responsibility?”

lafayette was not evidently bothered by his attitude. “over the back of your chair, in your bedroom, where i put them, every day, since you asked me to do so, four years ago. if you would like to be dressed, you will need a standardized awakening time. would you like to be dressed now?”

“yes,” alex replied, lifting his chin. they went to his bedroom. lafayette set him into his riding clothes without future complaint. alex hurried to the stables, where his husband was talking to the stablehand about his horse. alex thought he looked very handsome in his new riding clothes, which had been purchased for him by Greene as a thank-you for some political favor alex did not feel like considering. they had been cut close to his powerful thighs and strong back, and alex’s hunger re-arose in his stomach, and had nothing to do with how he had skipped breakfast. washington noticed him and dismissed the stablehand, and went to set himself upon nelson. alex grabbed his wrist and pulled him close.

“I think,” he purred, and washington’s gaze flickered dark in the morning sun, “that things besides horses need to be ridden, presently.”

washington’s face twisted through deciding on whether to indulge him or not, and, as usual, bent to him. washington’s hand drew down his arm and then his side, and then the curve of his rear. he purred.

“things?” washington murmured, and pulled him close, “such as?”

“such as yourself,” hamilton said, and his fingers went to the buttons of washington’s waistcoat.