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synteis asked
So I have no idea how it would happen but I really like the idea of ironflint Washington and Hamilton having to put on/play up a healthy happy relationship for some reason (they get caught on camera together idk) and like the crazy dichotomy between like the surface they then have to present and how messed up it really is (potentially getting even more messed up because they're both so pissed off at the situation.)

“Wait,” Alex asked, putting his feet down and his ipad on his desk, and leaning forward, pointing a jabbing finger, “What you’re telling me right now is our thing, for this meeting, is that we are both perfectly functional adults, where love and devote your time and affection to me, and i then love and devote my time and affection back to you. And there’s loving kindness. Like… we’re dating. We don’t just fuck.”

Washington restrained his opinion about how many of them were functional adults. “Yes,” he said, instead.

“You’re not usually into pretending to be something you’re not, unless it’s a person who gives a fuck about the well-being of other people.”


Washington shrugged. “Unfortunately,” he said, studying his buffed nails for a moment, “It’s a meeting it’s important that we put our best effort into. I think it best if you sit on my lap and restrain your dysfunction for forty minutes.”

“Are we gonna do the daddy kink thing?”

“I don’t think so and prefer not, although it’s not entirely impossible.”

Alex stood from his chair and leaned on the front of his desk. “Ok. You won’t even owe me.”



*

Hamilton rolled up the sleeves of his jacket and let his hair fall around his face and unbuttoned his shirt. Some mysterious hickey was just visible at the line where his button opened, and for once Washington thought it useful. Hamilton sat on his lap and kissed his neck, pretending a reasonable facade of relaxation. in your partner’s lap was a good place for one. no threats, no concerns. Washington held him.

“Your boyfriend’s cute. How long have you been together?”

“Two years,” he said, putting something grateful in his tone. Hamilton looked up at him, the thin veneer of affection obvious to him, and under his his assistant’s particular kind of madness.

“Best two years of my life,” Hamilton said, and kissed his cheek.