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[iniquiticity]

zipperkitten asked
How would Greenhouses Hamilton react to Washington suggesting they bathe together (either recreationally or for hygiene purposes, possibly leading to Adult Activity)?

[he would like that. he likes washington a lot but he often thinks of him as a hapless square. so.]

Alexander admitted it was a bit peculiar that George wanted him. If the clock in his head was right, this was bath time, and it was a strange time to talk to a man’s husband about a topic of any importance. George was not like him, where each idea needed an immediate discussion. George would have waited until he was dressed. So it was with some confusion Alexander went to the washroom, and knocked, and then opened the door and closed it behind him.

How could he describe the sight of powerful shoulders in a haze of steam? Of the strong skin and the perfect form of that body? Of the muscled neck and the complete picture? He swallowed, loudly, and tried to focus.

“Dear,” George said, and looked over his shoulder. Alexander took a step forward, helpless.

“How many I be of best assistance?” he asked.

“I wish, sir, if you were to undress and join me.”

Only now did Alexander take a step back and see that the tub his husband sat in was larger than he remember. Sure, he had been out for a few days running errands, but how had George managed to get a whole new bathtub without telling him? Tricky man indeed. Suspicious and nefarious.

“In the bathtub?”

“Yes.”

“That seems odd.”

George tilted his head. “Are you still ill? I can hardly rememeber the last time to declined to strip down for me.”

Alexander frowned at this. He was not acting ill. It was only a bit strange for George to be suggesting something so odd as the two of them in the same bath together. Although there was little to be opposed about being naked with George. So he did, and then he slowly wiggled himself into the tub, still quite hot in the July weather. George’s arms snaked around him and pulled him him close, until warm skin pressed against his back. A mouth at his ear, and he shivered.


“Is it so horrible to bathe with me?” George rumbled. Alexander wondered if George used that voice intentionally, low and dark. He must have.

“You have merely never suggested so before,” he replied, and he did not need an effort to feel George’s manhood against him, and settle against it. George made a little sigh of pleasure in his ear.

“Permit me a creative thought, in my life,” George said, and then his tongue traced up the shell of Alexander’s ear, breath teasing.

“Perhaps one,” Alexander said.