Historical Fics

Benjamin Tallmadge X George Washington

Requested by: k01_f1sh_cut13

Fluffy smut!

Caring George Washington because I said so.

C/W:
Sexual themes, there may be a bit of injury in the beginning (because I've had a prompt written down forever that I'd like to try).

~Story Starts~

Benjamin groaned as he limped back to the camp, eyes focusing on the trail ahead, his horse trailing not far behind him. He was covered in mud and wasn't sure if he had wounds or not, though, of course, it was not in his intentions to fall off his damned horse.

He grimaced, looking back at the mare, petting her nose. He knows the horse would never mean to do something like that intentionally. She's well trained and kind- though no one knows what kind of horse she is.

Shaking his head, Benjamin looked before him, trying to calculate how far the camp was. Typically, he would've had someone out riding with him; unfortunately, he hadn't today. It was no big deal; he's faced wounds more extreme than any caused by falling from his horse.

His arrival at camp felt like it took hours, though it only took a couple of minutes. He had been welcomed into the campsite by a friend and fellow patriot, who stared at him in concern. "Damn, Benny. The way the mud is coating you, one would assume you decided to bathe in it," the shorter brunette teased. 

Ben snorted a bit, rolling his eyes. "Well, not by choice. My horse got spooked and caught me off guard when she reared."

The boys' eyes traced to the horse, and he spoke lowly in a language Ben hadn't known (but the lad had spoken it various times). The mare shook her head, turning to head to the stables. Ben smiled, shaking his head. "No matter what it is, you surprise me."

"I know," the brunette laughed, offering an arm to Benjamin. "But, let's get you wrapped up. Blood's seeping through the mud packed around your knee, and you don't need an infection."

"I'll get changed and bandaged, but I need to finish various correspondence for the General. I'm sure you understand."

"I'll have Brewster inform him of your condition."

"There's no need," Ben insisted, knowing his friend wouldn't give in so simply. He sighed when the lad merely shook his head in response. "Fine."

"Knew you'd appreciate the gratitude."

Ben laughed a bit, shaking his head. "Your gratitude, yes, your attitude? A bit less."

The lad shrugged his shoulders, leading Ben to the medical tent, and having him take a seat. "I'll be back in a moment; I'm going to grab some spare clothes for you."

Ben nodded, leaning back against the cot. He sighed quietly, looking down at his leg. His friend was right to be concerned, of course. The summer had just arrived, and infection was bound to set unless the wound ministered. 

His friend walked back in, clothes folded on his arm. Ben smiled, leaning back. "Thank you."

"Of course. I stopped by Brewster while I grabbed the clothes and told him to inform Washington." He sat the clothes down, glancing over to Benjamin. He approached the man, quick to move the stocking down. "Alright, let's see what we have." He tugged up Ben's breeches a bit, staring at his knee.

Ben rose a brow, tilting his head to the side. "So?"

"I'm surprised you didn't lose more blood."

"Why's that?"