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[iniquiticity]

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Prompt: Greenhouses walked in on by Lafayette/Phillip/Martha/John/any of George's friends?

It was not a trend of Henry’s to be wandering around the estates of his friends.


(This, in fact, was complete nonsense. Henry Knox was a compulsive wanderer and tinkerer who had read many books. This made him a handy man to have around if you had a rag-tag army that required a person unafraid to learn how to use a cannon on the fly.)

But out of all the people who had ever left him waiting - and being a bookseller turned general meant that there were a fair number of people who felt they were allowed to leave him waiting, in which he made himself privy to their silverware - George had never done so. George was one of the most punctual people he had ever met. There was no one who enjoyed following a good rule like George did. And this was not a little bit of waiting either, but a solid hour of waiting, the sort of waiting that he usually expected from the old rich that despised him. George knew that Henry was terrible at waiting, and so Henry felt perfectly fine about standing himself up and having himself a little stroll around the manor. He had a good understanding of the layout of it, and being a man who enjoyed a good book he meandered first through the main library and then through the auxillary library some ways around. George, uncharacteristically, continued to keep him waiting. Many parts of his husband were good, but if Lord Schuyler (Hamilton) were to make him late, Henry would need to have a chat with the boy.

In the auxillary library he heard the most peculiar sound. A part of him knew that this was a sound he was familiar with and one should not eavesdrop on that sort of sound.

(George was not usually the type to make the sound, and Henry had suffered as a result of his curiosity on many occasions, and now would suffer again.)

So he took a step towards the sound, which increased both in pitch and volume, unmistakable.

(Being that he was a man who had previously blown off two fingers of his hand, his curiousity only increased.)

He made himself as small as he good and glanced down the library stack. He was presented there with a familiar back, dressed in only an undershirt, and breeches pulled down to the thighs. He knew the back of the man’s head. Furthermore was a pair of legs, bare, wrapped around the man’s waist, and arms, also bare, wrapped around the man’s neck. The limbs were connected to pile of dark hair, hanging loose. Hips shifting and soft whispers.

Ah, Henry thought to himself, shaking his head and suppressing his laughter. How a man can change.

A familiar groan, and the hair parted to reveal a face, blotchy and red. The eyes - Lord Schuyler’s eyes - were very distant, as a man in the process of being pleasured in such a manner usually were - but then they focused on him, and Lord Schuyler made an unbecoming noise and dug his fingers into George’s neck.

“Rude,” Henry said, leaning against the library stack, “And unlike you, Your Excellency, to leave a man waiting.”

There was something enjoyable about taking a man of which he knew to always be prepared offguard, and only that Lord Schuyler held him quite tightly did his young husband not topple.

“In a moment, Henry,” George said, in a strangled voice.

Henry barked a laugh. “Oh no,” he replied, “Do enjoy your pleasures. You have a whole other library where I shall entertain myself.”