"George Washington. What a surprise to see you here." James Reynolds said, disgusted.
"James Reynolds. Your presence here surprises me." Washington replied, his voice as clear and cold as water.
They both looked around to make sure no people were around and seeing as there were none, they processed into George's office. When the door was closed and they were safely inside, they started feverishly touching each other, their lips tangled together. Washington's hand found the small of Jame's back and pulled him closer.
Right as James was working on George's belt buckle, there was a knock at the door. The door opened and in walked Aaron Burr. He had not yet seen the couple sitting on the desk.
"Your excellency, sir." Burr said.
"Who are you?" George replied.
"Aaron Burr, sir..."
It was only then when Burr finally looked up and saw the pair entangled on the desk, James' hair a mess and Washington's powdered wig sitting on the floor. Aaron's mouth fell open when seeing them.
He stuttered, "I-I'm sorry sir- your excellency, I should probably leave. I-I'll just-" he started backing away towards the door, knocking something over in the process.
"S-shit sir, I'm sorry, I just-" George cut him off before he could start rambling.
"It's fine Burr. You can make up for it by not telling anyone you were in the room where it happened and by..." Washington got up and grabbed the young man's hand, "joining us." Aaron's eyes grew wide, but how could he reject an offer like this?
"O-of course sir, anything for you sir."
Soon enough, the three men were on the desk. Lips were tangled with lips, hands were roaming over bodies, sweat was sticking to them, and moans were accompanied by the tugging of hair, until they finally collapsed. Breathless, they laid there, lazily tracing circles on each other until James spoke.
"We have to do this again."
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Hamilton Crack Ship Oneshots
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